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simpforboys · 1 year

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your jealousy is showing

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: when ajax and you get partnered up for a project, it leaves xavier to realize his feelings

warnings: jealousy, some angst (barely), fluffy ending, swearing

she’s kinda a long one🙏🙏

“alright class, today we’re going to switch it up a little bit. we’re going to do a partner project,” ms thornhill announced.

everyone smiled at their friends, including you. you and xavier made eye contact with smirks, but the energy quickly fell.

“i will be picking your partners.”

you frowned at your best friend as ms thornhill continued to explain the project.

“you and your partner are going to be using this seed.” ms thornhill showed the tiny brown seed around.

kent and some other sirens snickered.

“you two will have to get the plant to sprout by the end of the week. if there is no sprout, you guys fail. the project is due in class by friday. other then that, no homework for the rave’n!”

everyone shifted in their seat as you listened intrigued. bianca raised her hand.

“and is sprouting the seed supposed to be challenging?” she asked.

“this is a devil’s spawn. very challenging to grow, yet alone sprout. there is a specific way for it to sprout, the answer lies somewhere in this riddle. but that’s for you and your partner to figure out. now, here’s your partners.”

“are you ready to be a detective?” xavier mumbled to you with a smile on his face. you shrugged in response.

“i’ll be the best damn detective nevermore has ever seen. i just hope to be put with someone i know.”

“xavier and yoko, y/n and ajax.” ms thornhill kept reading off names.

ajax smiled at you and you returned the gesture. you and ajax were friends, not as close as you and xavier or even xavier and ajax, but you guys could talk without it being awkward.

“if i find out you guys cheat, use technology, or any outside source i will fail you!” thornhill announced.

“so, how do you suppose we do this?” ajax asked you.

“we can meet up at the weathervane later?” you suggested. he nodded.

xavier couldn’t help but feel his stomach twist in knots. the girl he’s practically been in love with for years working with his best friend.

“yeah, how about two?” ajax checked the time.

“sounds perfect.” xavier watched as you flashed your beautiful smile at ajax.

“where do you wanna work on this?” yoko asked xavier.

“how about... the weathervane? at two?”

yoko nodded.

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when xavier walked into the café he immediately noticed you and ajax sitting in a booth together, the seed in a tiny pot you probably purchased. he huffed as he sat down at another booth as he waited for yoko to show.

you noticed xavier walk into the café out of the corner of your eye, but you were too busy brainstorming to say anything.

“maybe we sing to it?” ajax suggested which made you let out a laugh.

“you can sing and dance to it, maybe it’ll sprout out and say hey,” you joked. ajax couldn’t help but laugh.

“well, what other idea do you have?” he questioned.

“this riddle just isn’t clicking in my head. ‘for me to sprout, you must not pout. for my friend grows, while i continue to foe. put me in light, and i’ll be a sight’” you read off the paper thornhill gave you all.

“so the plant makes enemies?” ajax asked sarcastically.

“maybe the whole purpose of the plant is to reveal your true self? i mean, why else would it be called devil’s spawn? some people are secretly assholes.”

yoko finally showed up while xavier’s head was empty. the riddle just didn’t make sense.

what else didn’t make sense to him, was what the hell ajax was saying that had you laughing so much. he hadn’t even noticed his jaw was clenched until tyler stopped by to take his order.

“what can i get you guys?” tyler asked as nonchalantly as possible (considering the drama between the two).

yoko ordered an espresso while xavier just settled for a water. he didn’t need caffeine messing with his head (because you were already messing it up).

once tyler walked away yoko noticed xavier’s discomfort as he stared at you.

“will you stop staring at your girlfriend and focus on our project?” she asked suddenly.

xavier snapped out of whatever world he was in.

“she’s not my girlfriend,” xavier frowned slightly.

“really? everyone assumes you two are together, considering the way you both look at each other.”

you took a sip of your hot chocolate as you and ajax continued making theories.

“i think maybe it’s a metaphor. a plant obviously cannot make an enemy, but people can. and as far as the light, maybe once the problem is resolved there will be growth?”

ajax nodded. “that might be it, actually.”

“but the thing is, what problem?”

you and ajax sat in silence. “let me go ask xavier.”

you stood up in your baggy jeans, black tank top, and jacket. xavier watched as you walked over to him and yoko.

“have you guys figured out anything?” you questioned.

“yes, and quite frankly i don’t think other partners are supposed to be discussing with each other,” xavier snapped at you.

you were taken back by your best friend’s hostile behavior. “damn. well thanks for that, dickhead.” you scoffed and walked away.

yoko stared at xavier. “your jealousy is showing.”

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days passed by with xavier avoiding you. you didn’t understand why he was acting like this.

but your main focus was the sprout and finding a dress for the rave’n. enid had invited you out with her since wednesday failed to make any set plans.

you filled enid in on the sprout project with ajax, knowing how much she liked him.

“oh my gosh, this would look so good on you!” enid gasped as she pulled out a long white dress with a corset top.

your eyes lit up at the dress. enid handed you the dress before she turned around.

“i’m in love, y/n!” she gestured to another white dress with fur on the collar and sleeves.

enid and you purchased your dresses and shoes before walking out of the store. on the way back to nevermore, you guys looked in the suit shop to see xavier and ajax getting fitted for suits.

“i think i’m going to pass out,” enid awed. you laughed at her fangirling, but couldn’t deny you weren’t doing your own.

xavier looked good. his all white suit made your stomach fill with butterflies.

“has ajax asked you to the dance yet?” you asked enid as the two of you kept walking.

“no, we haven’t really spoken since he stood me up the other night.” she frowned.

“i still think there was some sort of mishap. i don’t believe ajax would purposely stand you up, especially since he talks about you sometimes.”

enid’s gasp made you burst out laughing. “does he really?” she asked excitedly.

“girl, yeah. he wants you so bad.”

enid was practically squealing.

“i can say the same about xavier to you. that boy has it bad for you, y/n.”

“enid, we’re just best friends. but i don’t know, he’s being a dick ever since that stupid seed project.”

“maybe he’s jealous you’re hanging out more with ajax.”

you didn’t answer enid. maybe she was right, but who knows.

“omg! what if the problem you need to solve is you guys confessing your feelings!” enid squealed once more.

you stared at your friend, blinking at her a few times.

“absolutely not. he does not like me.”

“so you like him?” enid wiggled her eyebrows at you.

you couldn’t help but sarcastically roll your eyes as you felt your face warm up.

“you’re not denying it!”

“it doesn’t matter, okay? he doesn’t like me like that. despite how badly i want him to ask me to the dance, his stupid attitude is getting in the way.”

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never in a million years did you think you would fail at getting a stupid plant to sprout. but the look on thornhill’s face when you and ajax showed up with an unsprouted seed was enough to make you want to sob.

“i’m going to have to give you guys a zero for this,” she frowned.

you and ajax nodded sadly, however, you guys weren’t the only ones to show up empty handed.

xavier avoided your gaze as yoko showed thornhill the unsprouted seed.

you sighed defeatedly.

“i’m sure whatever that stupid riddle meant was so obvious.” ajax said in frustration.

“i guess. i just don’t know what we did wrong.”

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later that night, enid, yoko, and you all got ready for the dance together.

“i’m so excited!” enid said happily as she finished putting on her glitter.

you finished your makeup and sprayed your favorite perfume.

taking selfies of yourself for instagram, your stomach began to turn in anticipation.

“okay, everyone smile!” enid said. she took a selfie with you and yoko, uploading it to her social media.

“let’s go show everyone that we’re boss ass bitches,” yoko nodded. you and enid both cheered to that.

the dance hall was filled with white decorations. snowflakes, a giant yeti, fake snow, it looked like mount everest had an avalanche in the room.

enid and yoko met up with their dates as you went to get punch. when you turned around, you almost dropped your drink at the sight of xavier and bianca walking in together.

xavier quickly met your eye contact and you couldn’t help but feel rage fill your body and overtake your emotions.

for the sake of everyone at the dance and yourself, you decided to put your punch down before you did something absurd.

you walked over to enid to who was living her best life on the dance floor and just decided to dance.

letting the anger flow out of your body, trying to pretend like you didn’t want to punch xavier in his stupidly gorgeous face.

however, xavier couldn’t keep his eyes off you. the way you moved your body so freely, the way the dress hugged your skin, it was driving him mad.

and he instantly regretted not asking you to the dance and letting his jealousy getting the better of him.

that is until a boy came up to you, starting to dance with you. at that point you didn’t care and just let the dude dance. his jaw clenched and his leg bounced with the rush of adrenaline.

“hello? xavier?” bianca waved her hand in front of his face. he snapped back to reality and looked at her.

“what?” he asked.

“are you done staring at y/n? can we go dance now?” bianca rolled her eyes.

xavier picked at his finger nails. bianca huffed and got up to find her friends.

deciding he needed some fresh air, xavier left. he walked all the way until the music disappeared, finding himself in thornhill’s classroom.

he grabbed a pencil and blank sheet of paper, sitting down at his desk as he began doodling.

he didn’t even notice the sound of your heels clicking as you came around the corner. “are you done avoiding me?”

xavier jumped slightly as he covered his drawing from you.

“i haven’t been avoiding you.”

“right, because not texting me back or hanging out with me all week is definitely not avoiding. got it.”

“i don’t need to be around you all the time, y/n.” he snapped.

“i didn’t say that, did i?”

xavier rolled his eyes.

“don’t act like you weren’t so preoccupied with ajax.”

“are you being for real? xavier, we literally were trying to find out how to open this seed all week.” you held the tiny seed in your hand.

“didn’t know flirting came with opening a seed,” he mumbled.

“so that’s what this is about? you thought i was flirting with ajax all week and you got jealous?”

“i’m not jealous!”

“then why did you invite bianca to the dance?”

“what’s it matter to you? who i wanna go to the dance with is my choice.”

“because, you idiot! i wanted to go with you! i spent all week trying to get the fucking seed to open so you could ask me!”

“what?” he asked in disbelief.

“oh my god-“ you grabbed xavier by his tie and pulled him in. he immediately kissed you back, his hands gripping your waist.

the kiss was rough, sloppy, yet passionate. xavier walked you backwards until your back hit the desk.

one of his hands went down to your thigh, lifting it up as you played with his hair.

after a few minutes, you finally pulled away to catch your breath.

“i’ve liked you ever since i’ve met you, xavier.”

xavier grinned.

“good, because i’ve liked you since i first saw you. i’m sorry i let my jealousy get in the way.”

xavier pressed another kiss to your lips as you hummed against him.

“you look gorgeous, by the way.”

you smiled. “thank you, baby.”

“baby, huh?” xavier smirked.

“yes, baby. because you’re my boyfriend now, right?” you asked.

xavier nodded with the biggest grin on his face. “yes, you’re my girlfriend now.”

suddenly, you heard a little crack come from behind you on the desk. you both turned to watch as the devil’s spawn seed began to sprout.

“for my friend grows, while i foe. put me in light, and i’ll be a sight.” you recited.

xavier put his chin on your shoulder as you watched the pretty plant flourish.

“i guess solving your problems is the riddle.” xavier laughed.

you grinned, kissing your new boyfriend once more.

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #xavier x reader #wednesday #percy hynes white #percy #netflix #the addams family #xavier #i want him so bad #one chance #simpforboys

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baxteravenue · 8 months

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HOW TO FAKE IT

pt ii.

summary: when jack and yours management team come together to create a perfect pr relationship you and jack must do your best to keep it as professional as possible... but when you have to spend a year together the lines between real and fake can become a little blurry.

STAGE ONE: Planting The Seed

You could feel the goosebumps rise against your skin as you sat in the cold conference room watching as your manager spoke with a shorter woman, before pointing back at you. You looked away scrolling back on your phone. You knew why you were here, you didn’t really agree to it but he was on a roll in his career right now and he didn’t need anything stopping it soon which is where you came in.

You were an up and coming singer, you were happy with your fans. You weren't the biggest but you had no complaints. You understood why they wanted this for you, why your label was going out of its way to make you the next Taylor Swift or Ariana Grande. You just didn’t understand why it had to be this way.

“Y/N…” Your manager taps at you making you lift up your head, next to her stands Jack Harlow. “This is Jack, I’m gonna leave you two here to get to know each other and stuff while me and Neelam discuss some stuff.”

You nod, giving her a small smile as she walks out. The room feels warm now, and you can sense the sweat building at the bottom of your back.

“Hi.” Jack says from across the table, he decides to make the first move.

“Hi.” You respond.

It doesn’t last long because it’s quiet again and awkward, very awkward.

“Look, I think we should talk and like discuss some things… we are gonna be dating I guess.” Jack rubs at the back of his neck and for the first time you can tell that he is nervous as well.

“Okay, what do you want to talk about?” You ask.

He leans over, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well first of all are you okay with all of this? I don’t want to do this if you’re not okay with it.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “This was your idea?”

“What? No.” He shakes his head, “But I’m not against it. I want a Grammy Y/N and there's… Look, let's just say that some people don’t want me to have one. I’m sure you want one too.”

You did. It was one of your biggest dreams but in order for that to happen you had to do something about it, and the industry was cut throat.

“Fine.”

“Fine?” Jack smiled.

“Yes, fine.”

He nodded, “I like your music by the way.”

You laughed. “Yours isn't too bad either.”

Your manager came back into the room as the two of you were in conversation, coming up with things you wanted to do and didn’t.

“Ready to do this?”

You and Jack looked at each other, before nodding.

Within the next week the four of you had multiple upon multiple meetings coming up with terms and conditions that both you and Jack would be fine with.

“And one last thing, no one can know. Only the four of us,” Your manager starts looking over at Neelam who continues.

“Not even Urban Jack, no one. To everyone else outside this room the two of you are a real couple and you must act that way.”

You and Jack sign for a year, enough time to get some exposure on his new album that revolves around love rather than his usual fuck boy persona, and so that the audience can put a face to the alluded person and so that you can kickstart a long and accomplishing career.

You spend the first few weeks slowly getting used to each other. He follows you on Instagram and you follow back maybe two people notice but you don’t get a huge reaction besides a random account getting excited that two of her favorite artists follow each other.

The two of you are steady with texting about random things, wanting to at least become friends before things get more serious for the public eye. Within a month you’re flying out to Louisville to stay with him for a bit.

“How do you like it so far?” Jack asks as the two of you eat ice cream in his apartment.

You take the spoon that was full of chocolate ice cream out of your mouth, “Louisville or this situation?” You blubber through the coldness.

“Both.”

“I don’t think we’ve gotten far enough for me to really feel a certain way, but I haven’t been called any degrading names on the internet so I think it’s fine?” You shrug, “And I haven’t seen much of Atlanta besides your guest room and the Whole Foods down the block.”

“Let’s do something then?” Jack looked over at you.

“Can we?”

“I don’t see why not? It’s already been a month, a little sighting wouldn’t be too bad.” Jack sits up, “Plus there's a place I really want to show you.”

The place Jack wanted to show you was only just a five minute walk around his apartment complex. A park right under a highway that overlooked a river. The moon twinkled over the water, it was really pretty.

You looked up at Jack, “Do you come here a lot?”

Jack adjusted his hoodie, shrugging. “Not really. Not these days at least.”

“It’s pretty, and close. I think I'd be here a lot.”

Jack looked at you, “I’m headlining a festival they have here in a few months.”

“Really? That’s so fucking cool!” You smile at him.

“It’s pretty nuts, I remember sneaking into it and then when I first got my slot to perform at the smallest stage with a small crowd of mostly people that knew me from high school– Feels unreal still.”

You nod, “I can’t wait to experience that… Don’t get me wrong I love my little fan base so much and I love playing intimate shows where I can really connect with my audience but I also want to experience a crowd so big I can’t even see where it ends.” You nod.

Jack puts his arm around you, bringing you in closer to him and your heart jumps a little surprisingly, “If this goes as planned I'm sure you will.”

“Oh my god, Jack Harlow!”

And suddenly him wrapping his arm around you makes sense.

JACKHARLOWUPDATES: Jack is currently back home in Louisville!

JACKHARLOWFAN: he looks so cutie in that picture

STACYGREENE5: hey! that’s me, he was so sweet even if i was acting a bit crazy lol!

GAZEBOSTAN: why was he by himself at the waterfront?!

STACYGREENE5: he wasn’t! he was with a girl… i’m pretty sure they’re dating bc he had his arm around her!

JACKHARLOWUPDATED: Jack and Y/N in Louisville tonight!

USERNAME: wtf

USERNAME1: This is so random

JACKMANTWTAS: Y/N is credited as a writer on multiple albums, including Mac Miller, so I’m sure they’re working on something together.

USERNAME: if it’s true, i’m sure this will be his best album bc she helped mac with swimming when she was only 17

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 1 year

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Polyamorous : Seven Days (Final part)

Pairing Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes, Stucky x reader

Warning: fluff, smut, talk of the future

Day 7

“Aren’t you excited?” (Y/n) asked Ash as they both sat in the back seat.

For their final day of vacation, the throuple decided to spend it as a family picking up Ash from Wanda.

“I don’t know where we’re going” Ash said as she looked outside the window trying to guess their location.

“We are going on a picnic. Do you not want to?”

“No, No. I would like to go. What did you pack?” Ash asked quickly dispelling any doubt or misunderstanding that (Y/n) had. She hates to see her distress.

Ash Listened as she listed off all of the the foods, she had brought with them. Which was a lot a family of super soldiers ate three times as much as the average. She didn’t know why but listening to her made her feel good. Maybe it was how soft her voice was or the obvious joy in it or the care she spoke as she explains each person individual lunch. She just seemed so happy.

“I even brought desserts. But we can stop for ice cream or something too. would you like that?”

Ash nods she couldn’t find anything to say. (Y/n) didn’t take offences simply smiling with her. She continued to talk about what they would be or could do for the rest of the day. Ash continued to listen to her soft voice.

“Isn’t this amazing?” (Y/N) asked as she laid across Bucky’s lap as they both watched Steve and Ash play catch and run about. “I never thought we’d have this. I never imagined”

“I know what you mean.... after everything this seemed impossible”

“Yet here we are”

He looked down cupping her face he leaned down and gave her a kiss. “Here we are” she whispered against his lips.

“Children present” Ash spoke as she approached her other parents

“This is a public park, for shame “Steve teased as he came over as well collapsing on the blanket next to them. Ignoring his weak protest (Y/n) pulled him into a kiss as well. “You’re going to get us in trouble”

“Let trouble come” Bucky said as he ran his fingers through Steve’s hair.

Ash turned away from her parents giving them the illusion of privacy despite being in a public park.

The family was left alone in the park with no one approaching them overall. In the week vacation Steve grew a bit of facial hair, and Bucky was covering his arm, topped with sunglasses, and hoodies the Avengers looked unrecognizable to the average citizen. (Y/n) believed this was why they were overall left alone and had yet to be bombarded by paparazzi. Keyword ‘yet’ she knew they were lurking somewhere.

And by being left alone she meant now one was out right approaching them the family did catch a throuple eyes and disgusted looks when they shared a kiss. No one had the balls to approach the beef men and their little girls.

“Ice cream?” Ash asked as she nodded to the little stan by the sidewalk surrounded my families with small children, but they were starting to trickle away.

“I’ll go with you” Bucky said as he got up carefully. As he moved Steve took his place with (y/n)’s head on his lap. It didn’t bother asking them what they wanted he already knew.

“How are you feeling about this so far?” Bucky asked as they walked “and I don’t just mean the park I mean... the family”

“I... I like this family. I’m happy with You, (Y/n), and Steve” Bucky smiled pulling her into a side hug “And Peter” and there went his smile. But it brought a smile to her face.

Ash knew despite their (Steve and Bucky’s) show of distaste for Pete. they did like and trust her with Peter. He was her first real friend. She cared for him deeply and she knew that they knew that. Which is why they let him stick around.

“How about everyone else? The team?”

“I like them as well. They take good care of me, you all do.”

Reaching the line Bucky looks back and Steve and (Y/n), they were cuddling. “How would you feel if we moved out?” she looked at him confused “The team is planning a move upstate and we weren’t planning on following them. Thinking about getting a house away from all this”

They paused their conversation to get their sweet treats and began a slow walk back.

“You’re leaving?”

“we’re not leaving the team. we’re- Ash I would like to know if you’d- How would you feel if we no longer lived with the team?” Ash could tell Bucky was getting a little unnerved with the conversation.

“How would that work?”

“we’d commute back and forth for work. And you could go anytime you wanted and- and ...” he sighed “Peter could come to the house as well. He’d be welcomed.”

Ash smiled “I think I’d be okay with that. Yeah” Bucky smiled nodding. She was okay with it. That’s all he needed. She’d be okay.

After their picnic the family went for a bit of shopping which lead to Ash getting a plushie fox (oh the irony) and (Y/n) getting a large yet very cute plushie cat. She named it Alfred.

“Move out the way I’ve got to show Alfred his new home.” (Y/n) said as she pushed pasted the others stepping out of the elevator.

“Sometimes I forget that’s our wife and not our child.” Steve said as he watched (Y/n) so off their home to Alfred.

“You’re our child” Bucky said looking down at Ash.

“she’s happy” Ash said as she went to join (Y/n) in giving the tour.

Steve and Bucky just smiled.

“What are you doing?” Steve whispered against (Y/n) lips as she kissed him. He held her hips as she grinded on him.

“Kissing my husband”

They were in bed she was on top of him in nothing but a white shirt that belonged to one of the boys (it was anyone's guess as to who). Bucky was in the shower and Ash was in her room. Down the hall.

“what-”

“shhh” She shushed him pulling off the white shirt before returning to his lips “I’m making love to my husband” she started trailing kisses down his jaw, neck, and chest.

“what about Ash? what if she hears us?”

“Then be quiet” she said as she reached his waist. Kissing his hips as she pulled his pants down slowly. She little gasp as he sprung free. Steve bit his bottom lip as she began to stroke him. He could already tell being quiet was going to be difficult.

(Y/n) gave the tip a few kitty licks before taking the rest of him in her mouth. He whimpered as she slowly started to bob her head sucking his tip slowly. She bobbed her head slowly taking more of him in her mouth as she went until she got to the hilt. Her nose brushing against the little tuff of hair he had.

Steve gasped as she started to play with his balls massaging and tugging at them. She moaned around him sending vibrations. He subconsciously started thrusting his hips gently into her mouth as she stopped moving, he didn’t even know he was doing it. Until she stopped him pinning his hips to the bed. She pulled off with a pop.

“So eager, can help but chase my mouth huh” she said as she stroked him with one hand and fondled his balls with the others. Kissing his tip (Y/n) let go and crawled up his body straddling his hips and hovering over him.

“So impatient, at least you’re quiet” she said as she began to slide her pussy over his cock. Steve let out loud a whiny moan “spoke too soon”.

Leaning forward she kissed him as she lowered herself on to his cock. He moaned against her lips. She pulled away letting out a breathy moan. He grabbed her hips to still her, but it didn’t work. He started whining as she started riding him. She covered his mouth.

“Fuck... you feel so fucking good. “He moaned against her hand “You’re cock feels so good in my pussy. It feels so fucking good. I know, I know.” she bites her lips to hold in her moans. He held on to her hips moving thrusting up into her.

“Feels so good... fuck so good” she moaned burying her face in his shoulder.

Suddenly he stopped she tried to move her hips, but he held her. She moved her head to look at him when she suddenly found herself on her back. Startled she grabbed onto his shoulders. He didn’t stop there. Biting her shoulder, he thrusts into her reaching new lengths. She moaned out loud before covering her own mouth with her hand.

Steve moaned into her shoulder as he thrusted into her. It seemed that (y/n) was having trouble following her own rule of silence. The room was filled with the sounds of muffled whines and moans and skin slapping.

(Y/n) dug her free nails into his back as he pulled her legs up on to his hips.

He groaned as he felt her wall clamp down on him as got closer to her climax. He wasn’t going last. Reaching in between their bodies he found her clit and rubbed it into a few gentle circles. That was all she needed to reach orgasm her hand wasn’t enough, so she bites down onto his shoulder moaning into his skin. Steve came to a still gripping the sheets.

Once down calmed down from her orgasm she let go of his shoulder kissing.

“Go ahead cum in me” she whispered as he began to move his hips again. “Come on cum in me fill me up I know you can”

She continued to whisper encouragement as he picked up the pace thrusting into her. His thrust became slobby and uneven. And his moans and whines becoming louder, and she didn’t have the heart to silence them.

(Y/n) cupped his face and watched him face as he came inside of her. She moaned as she felt his cum paint her walls. “Oh fuck” she whimpered as she felt rope after rope of cum shot inside of her.

Once finished he collapsed on top of her out of breath. He kissed along her neck and shoulder.

“you guys are terrible at the quiet game.” The couple looked up to see Bucky leaning against the bathroom doorframe in nothing but a towel. “I could hear you in the shower. Let’s hope Ash didn’t hear you”

“How long?” (Y/n) asked

“Since the beginning” he said as he approached them “you were a bit loud”.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be. Made my shower better.” he leaned over brushing his fingers through Steve's hair and kissing her.

Sitting up Steve pulls out he sits back and watch as his cum spills out of her. Using his fingers, he scoops it up and pushes it back inside of her. Bucky watches as this happens.

“I’m happy you two had fun. Go hop in the shower while I change the sheets.”

“Can we take a bath instead?”

“Of course,” Steve said as he picks her up bridal style and carried her into the bathroom.

“What is this?” (Y/n) asks as she sits in bed flipping through a binder her husbands had handed her.

“They are plans for a house” Steve says, “to build a house.”

“To build our house” Bucky corrected. “A while back we bought some land. Finding a house with all the right things seemed difficult so we figured we just build one with all the right things. And make it a Suprise.”

“But then life got in the way and a lot of things changed. So, it was pushed to the back burner.”

And it was true they had far too many things happening to worry about building a house. Tony did offer a helping hand in making their blueprints and offering numbers on construction workers and companies. But once their grieving process started, he not only put a hold on the construction of their house but the compound as well not wanting to abandon the throuple in their time of need.

“These were the plans we had before everything” Steve said as he flipped to the blueprint, he and Bucky decided on first. And the updates they made to include Ash.

They watched as (Y/n) slowly turned the pages looking at each and every one from the blueprints to phone numbers and cost. She took it all in. The final picture was a sketches made by Steve of their future home and all the possibles.

“This is our home?”

“it’s going to be”

(not my sketches)

#polyamorous #polyamorous fanfic #polyamorous series #steve rogers x bucky barnes #Steve reogers x reader fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader fanfiction #stever rogers x reader x bucky barnes #stucky x reader #stucky fanfiction #stucky

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alwayzraven · 11 months

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Kardeşlerim Ep 94 - Season Finale

Seval shot Suzan in her upper hand. Sarp took the gun from Seval and he took Omer and Suzan to the hospital. Seval was unfazed. She still wanted Suzan to die. The police came to take Suzan's statement and Suzan told them that while she was holding the gun, she accidentally shot herself. She didn’t know that it was loaded. Sarp thanked her for not telling the police about his mom. Later at home, Suzan told Omer that she and Ahmet are getting married and he was so happy. Ahmet told the kids that he chose a date for his marriage and Sarp said that he supports his decision. Yasmin wasn’t happy about this then Sarp told her that their mom tried to kill Suzan and she was shocked. Sarp said that his mom needs to get back to her senses and accept reality and that’s why he supports his dad’s decision. Seval on the other hand still wants to kill Suzan.

Oglucan managed to get the painting from the junk seller and looked up its price online. Aybike called Berk and he said that his mom has a friend who manages a gallery and he will buy the painting from them. The next day, Oglucan brought the painting with him to school. He put it on Berk’s chair in class. Berk was drinking coffee and went to throw the cup but he came face to face with Elif. Elif accidentally hit his hand and Berk spilled some coffee on the painting. Oglucan fainted and Omer and Aybike tried to clean the painting. Berk was the one who noticed that Oglucan fainted 😂 Berk tried to wake him up and he was calling him “brother in law” and “kanka”. The painting ended up being a replica 😂

Aybike asked Sengul if she could meet up with Berk and she told her that she can’t meet up with him “at this hour”. Aybike said that it wasn’t even 9 pm but Sengul still said that she had to take Oglucan with her. Ayla also told Berk to take Elif with him because she was bored at home.

Oglucan was glad to see Elif because he didn’t want to be a third wheel on Ayber’s date. They sat on a bench and started playing “rock, paper, scissors”.

Elif:”Aybike, let me tell you something. It's a good thing that you guys came into the lives of these snobby rich people. They would've never known of soda and seeds. Besides, they would go to these stupid cafes and they would pay an employee's salary for normal drinks and then they leave”

Berk:

Aybike:”I mean, my dear Berk, I am sorry but I agree with Elif's comment, she's right.”

Berk:”Come on Aybike! When did I ever take you to these kinds of places?”

Oglucan:”You couldn't because you became like us. Because we don't have the option to become like you (rich), you didn't have another choice except to become like us. If only that painting wasn't a "refika"!”

Berk:”Not "refika", it's replica, replica”

Oglucan”Why do you always try to embarrass me in front of people?”

Then Elif saw a guy throw a bottle into the sea and she lost it. The guy told Elif to mind her business and then threatened her. The guy basically told Elif:”how dare you talk to me like that even though you’re a girl” so she head butted him and Oglucan pushed the other two guys on the ground. He called Aybike and she came to help him beat them up 😂 The other guy tried to hit Elif but Berk stopped him and punched him. The guys ended up running away while screaming “These people are crazy”. Elif said that her red lines are nature, environment and the sea and when someone crosses these lines she loses her mind. Aybike said that she didn’t like his sexist reply and that’s why she joined the fight. Our feminists environmentalists girls 😂

Seval still had access to the security cameras at Ahmet’s house. She saw that Ahmet and her kids were having dinner with Suzan, Omer and Asiye. She was pissed and she went to Ahmet’s house. Yasmin saw her standing outside. Yasmin tried to convince her that the dinner didn’t mean anything. Sarp saw them talking outside. Sarp and Yasmin told Seval that Ahmet and Suzan are getting married next week on Saturday. These two dum-dums knew that their mother tried to kill Suzan and they told her the exact date of their dad’s marriage. The next day, Seval called Akif and asked him if he knew anyone she could hire to do some dirty stuff. Akif gave her the guy’s number. Seval hired this guy to basically kill Ahmet and Suzan. She wanted him to make it look like an accident. So the guy messed with the brakes of Ahmet and Suzan’s minibus and they couldn’t stop the minibus. They ended up getting into an accident. The minibus drove off a cliff and rolled over so many times on the way down. Everyone in the bus was unconscious and covered in blood.

We’ll have to wait until the next season to find out who died 😭 The season will probably start with a time jump and they are not going to show us who died right away. We’ll see flashbacks of what happened after the accident.

I think this was my least favorite season of the show. Ayber’s break up which lasted 3 months and the stupid triangle they wrote for us are what ruined this season for me. My favorite moments are definitely Ayber’s reconciliation scene and Aybike’s dream of her future with Berk 🥰 I hope we’ll have a lot of good scenes in S4 and please let the season start with them in Uni 🙏

#kardeşlerim #kardeslerim #ayber #recap

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wraftofotters · 1 year

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"The Title That's Given To You"

Here's an excerpt from my rewrite of the Johnny/Robby arc from the end of Season 3 to the end of Season 4

Scene- Slight rewrite. Season 3 finale confrontation between Johnny and Robby at Cobra Kai dojo. Johnny: You don't understand. You can't trust him!

Robby: And I can trust you?

Johnny: Robby please listen to me-

Robby: Sensei Kreese has shown more concern for me in the last week than you have in 16 goddamn years. Why should I trust you?

Johnny: (pleading) You can’t be around this man Robby it's not safe-

Robby: You suddenly care about my safety? I was gone for two weeks and all you did was get drunk. I could've been dead in a gutter somewhere and you didn’t give a shit. (Robby begins to shove Johnny. With each statement he shoves Johnny more and more aggressively. Johnny doesn’t retaliate. Robby’s rage builds to the point in which he is yelling) I was getting my face kicked in every day in juvie and all you cared about was Miguel. I was so stupid to think that maybe this time you’d show up for me. Why did you come back in my life if you were just gonna leave me again? Why? (during this we see a shot of Kreese. He has regained consciousness. A smile spreads across his face. The seed has been planted) Johnny: Robby…that’s not true… Robby: No. You don’t get to hurt me again. Not again. This time I’m gonna hurt you. (Robby attacks Johnny and the fight from the season 3 finale ensues)

(Scene Daniel, Johnny, Miguel and Sam facing Kreese outside of the dojo. This is right after they make their agreement with the tournament. Robby enters holding his head. Johnny comes toward him)

Johnny: Robby! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you (Robby takes a step back away from Johnny. Kreese puts a protective arm around him)

Kreese: You alright son? (Johnny explodes with rage. He grabs Kreese by the collar of his shirt)

Johnny: You son of a bitch. You goddamn piece of shit I’ll kill you. I swear to god I’ll kill you. I’ll take one of those knives off the wall and gut you and make sure you bleed out and gladly go to jail. I’ll fucking end you. What kind of sick twisted game are you trying to play? You kidnap my son? You try to brainwash my son? (Daniel attempts to hold Johnny back) Daniel: Johnny c’mon don’t make things worse. Kreese: (oddly calm) I didn't kidnap him. I'm not holding him hostage. The boy came to me. He asked for a place to stay until he can be with his mother and I'm providing that. He's been through a lot lately. It seemed like he had no one else to turn to (Johnny lets go of Kreese’s shirt collar) Daniel: Robby…you’re not living here are you? (Robby shrugs) Daniel: Robby, I told you, you can stay at our place Robby: Why? So you can toss me out again? I’m fine right where I am Johnny: No you’re not. There is no way in hell you are staying here Robby. Just get in the car and we can talk about this later Robby: You have no right to order me around. Johnny: I’m your goddamn father of course I have the right. Kreese: You aren’t his legal guardian. He doesn’t even bear your name. Johnny: (to Kreese) YOU SHUT THE HELL UP! (to Robby) You do a lot of dumb shit to spite me kid but this really takes the cake. You’re not staying here. If I have to get you out of here by force I’ll do it Robby: Are you threatening me? Johnny: Robby! I’m not- Daniel: Johnny….easy let’s just stay calm. I’ll call the police Robby: That’s your favorite thing to do isn’t it? (Daniel sighs helplessly)

Johnny: Fine. Call them! Tell them my son straight out of juvie is throwing a goddamn temper tantrum and staying with a psycho

Daniel: Johnny!

Robby: If either of you try anything like that I’ll run away again. You’ll never see me again. Not that you even gave a shit before.

Kreese: No need son. Let them call. By all means Johnny. Call the police. And we can show them the nasty gash on your son’s head from when you threw him into those lockers. Right after you and your little friend here broke into my place of business and tried to kill me. That doesn’t look great next to your latest arrest from another one of your petty barroom brawls. I’m not the one with the criminal record here. Any one would take one look at you and throw Robby in foster care. I guess that’s what you’ve always wanted for him right? Father of the year. I think you’ve done enough now.

(Johnny looks sick taking in what Kreese says. He feels powerless)

Johnny: Robby (helplessly) Please. Please don’t do this (he puts his hand on Robby’s shoulder. Robby immediately shrugs him off and takes a step back)

Robby: Don’t touch me. Don’t go near me. Don’t talk to me. Ever again. I’m done. I mean it, Johnny.

(Johnny’s eyes fill with tears. He looks like the wind has been knocked out of him. Out of all the names Robby has called him…this one hurts the most)

(Johnny turns and leaves)(Robby has a microsecond of regret on his face before:)

Miguel: Sensei?

(Miguel goes after Johnny. Robby’s expression turns back into disgust and hatred)

Daniel: Robby….

Robby: That goes for you too. For both of you.

(Daniel takes one last helpless look at Robby. Sam nudges her father gently to leave with her. They exit. Robby watches them go and Kreese puts his arm around him again)

End scene.

#cobra kai #johnny lawrence #robby keene #daniel larusso #john kreese #fanfic #fix it fic #johnny and robby #season 3 finale

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nancypullen · 2 years

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If You Build It...

Okay, autumn will come whether I decorate for it or not but I’m a huge believer in manifesting what you want. That’s why my home is currently filled with pumpkins of every size and color and it has spilled out onto the porch. Or maybe it started on the porch and crept inside. Either way I’m fine with it. I was swapping messages with a friend last week and she asked if I’d gone all out with Halloween decor this year. I replied that, sadly, I hadn’t. Partly because I downsized my Halloween stuff when we left Tennessee, and partly because we won’t be home this year to greet trick-or-treaters. Then I looked around and realized that I might have fibbed a bit. I didn’t go all out, but my toned down autumn celebration is still pretty generous. Oh, I don’t have tombstones and cobwebs and witches out, but this did show up beside the already decorated front door.

And I put a bunch of stuff on the entry table until I figured out where to put it...and it’s still there.

What a jumble, but that’s where it’s staying.

I’ve got it tucked into kitchen corners...

and on window sills.

It’s on either side of the tv cabinet and on the tabletop.

Yeah, I know that bread bowl needs some filler. I’m working on it. Most of what I’ve put out was just in the first Halloween tub that I could reach in the garage, so I used what I had. I did purchase this pillow when we drove into the big city of Dover and I was able to attend church (by church I mean Home Goods).

I love it! That’ll stay out until I decorate for Christmas. The pumpkins generally do, I pack away the spooky stuff on November 1st and brace myself for the crazy holidays.

BUT....far better than anything I placed inside the house is what Mother Nature is doing outside. I glanced up as I was pounding a sign into the ground and had to stop and just breathe in the changes.

"Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons." - Jim Bishop Isn’t that the truth? The light is golden, the leaves turn gold, copper, and scarlet. Even the air loses its heaviness - if I could find a perfume that smells like autumn, I’d wear it. There are red leaves on the driveway under and around the car and I refuse to sweep them up. I love crunching across them to get in the car. If you look left from our porch the street lamp is surrounded by color and when it comes on at dusk it makes the tree glow.

Yesterday afternoon I sat on the porch (another hot mess of mismatched fall decor) and watched leaves flutter to the ground. It was restorative, better than a massage or a nap.

I started tidying up the flower beds and I tried to shove my witchy weather vane into the ground (see her in that corner bed?) but I couldn’t get her straight. I’ll need someone with more upper body strength to do it. Luckily I’ll have a house full of those people this weekend. She’ll be flying straight by Friday. But who cares about a wonky witch when you’ve got these colors?

Hopefully this is the last time the yard will look so scraggly. We arrived too late to do much about it this summer. There’s a guy coming on Friday to aerate and seed, hopefully after a long winter’s nap we’ll have a velvety lawn next season. Yes, we’re those old people. So there you are, that’s where my head is on this beautiful Thursday in October. Matt is arriving tonight and I’m hoping he beats the bad weather that’s on its way. I’m also hoping the storms don’t blow away all of the color. Even if we lose some leaves, it’s early yet - this is just act one. Autumn’s glory hasn’t peaked yet. I’m going to enjoy it until the last leaf has dropped from the very last tree. Only then will I surrender the pumpkins. Alrighty, off to the grocery store for me. Yesterday I stripped all of the beds and gave everyone fresh sheets. Today is about food. I’m just making a pot of chili tonight since I’m not sure what time Matt will actually arrive and whether or not he’ll be hungry. I’m going to throw together a breakfast casserole for the mornings, have some fruit and yogurt available, sandwich stuff for lunches, probably some chicken on the grill another night. Keeping it simple. Jamie is bringing something delicious for Friday night’s dinner so I’ll just make a salad and dessert for Friday. Easy peasey! My list for the store isn’t long so maybe I can get in and out in record time. More time for leaf gazing, right? I’m outta’ here. Stay safe, stay well, make sure you stop and smell the pumpkins. (Okay, doesn’t work as well as roses, but you get it.)

Nancy

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one lost sheep

He is described as a shepherd who is concerned about the one sheep that was lost (cf. Mt. 18:12-14).

“Very inconvenient class! Always holds lectures on top of mountains, in middle of the Sea of Galilee—but never close to the main campus.”

“Inconsistent attendance policy. Said we had to be in class by 9:00 a.m. every day. Over half the class showed up late or didn’t attend until the last meeting, but we all got the same participation grade.”

“He’s nice enough, I guess, but he doesn’t vet his TAs: they all provide completely different, conflicting lecture notes. (TIP: Try to get in Luke’s section.)”

“By week one, I was already tired of his anti-rich, pro-Samaritan bullshit. I wanted to take a course in Christianity, not liberalism.”

“Wears sandals too much. No one wants to see your dusty feet.”

“Not what I expected. They say his area of specialty is carpentry, but we never built anything.”

“Kind of absent-minded. My name’s Simon, and he’s called me ‘Peter’ for the entire semester.”

“I wanted to like this class, but on the first day, he submerged us in a river instead of going over the syllabus, and that was kind of a lot.”

“Doesn’t respect students’ time. A line of us had been waiting outside his office for over an hour. Finally, he showed up, said, ‘And the last shall be first,’ and started seeing us in reverse order. Made me late for work-study.”

“Tells too many stories. Easy to get him off track during lectures.”

“Feels like a class for farmers. Hope you like talking about seeds. Wheat seeds. Mustard seeds. Seeds, seeds, seeds.”

“DON’T take his class if you care about your GPA!!! Treats everything like pass/fail. Only cares about you if you’re failing the class, so good luck getting that A- up to an A.”

“Plays favorites. (Sorry, we can’t all be John ‘The Beloved.’)”

“Brought a bunch of snacks for the whole class once, then never did it again. Kind of a letdown.”

“I asked him to sign my accommodations form from the Disability Services Office, and he spit on the ground and rubbed the dirt in my eyes. I can see now, but it was still rude.”

“Won’t give straight answers. I asked him if something was going to be on the test, and he said, ‘You say that it will be,’ and stared at me with no expression. I mean, come on, bro.”

“Definitely plays favorites. Calls on the same twelve guys over and over. I even heard he took them out to dinner.”

“Weird format for a discussion class. He put everyone on one side of the table, so we can’t face each other when we talk.”

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dollycas · 2 months

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Special Guest - Denise Jaden - Author of Tragic Tuesday: A Tabitha Chase Days of the Week Mystery #AuthorInterview / #Giveaway - Great Escapes Book Tour @denise.jaden @denisejadenauthor

Tragic Tuesday: A Tabitha Chase Days of the Week Mystery by Denise Jaden It is my pleasure to welcome Denise Jaden to Escape With Dollycas today! Hi Denise, Please tell us a little bit about yourself. Thanks so much for asking! I live just outside Vancouver, Canada with my personal-trainer husband and filmmaker son. I have been a Polynesian dancer since I was eight, and love everything to do with the dancing and culture of the Polynesian islands. I also act in the background of many TV shows and movies that are produced around the area where I live, and while sitting around waiting to go to set I usually find lots of time to write. I’ve been writing for young adults, writers, and cozy mystery readers since 2003. What is the first book you remember reading? The first book I recall reading was Kane and Abel by Jeffrey Archer. I didn’t grow up as much of a reader, and I was in my thirties when I was working at a church and one of the pastors was raving about this book. I told him I didn’t really read much, and he made me promise to at least give this book a try. I did, and I couldn’t put it down. I’ve been an avid reader ever since. What are you reading now? At the moment, I’m reading a couple of cruise ship mysteries, as I hope to set my next series on a cruise ship. I am especially enjoying A Cruise to Murder by Dawn Brookes. What books have most inspired you? Kane and Abel was really inspiring to me. I also really loved The Book of Ruth by Jane Hamilton. While reading, I found myself stopping and rereading sentences many times, just to admire the beauty of them. What made you decide you wanted to write mysteries? I love the puzzle of mysteries, but to be honest, I don’t know that I ever would have attempted writing one if it weren’t for an author friend of mine who was looking for a co-author for her series. I ended up co-writing two historical mysteries with Lee Strauss and it taught me a lot about plotting and writing mysteries. Do you have a special place where you like to write? While I’m at home, I write at my kitchen table, more out of necessity than anything. I would love to eventually have an office in my home, but so far that hasn’t worked out. From time to time, I will go to a coffee shop to write, but I get my best writing done while working on film sets. I often spend hours waiting to film, and working on my books helps pass the time beautifully, plus I love being surrounded by other creative minds. Where do the ideas for your books come from? My ideas come from all over the place. This latest one, Tragic Tuesday, was born out of a love for gardening that I discovered early on in the pandemic. More than once, I’ve been in a grocery store and overheard a conversation that gave me the seed of a new idea. I also spend time talking about story with other actors and many of my ideas are born out of those conversations. Is there anything about writing you find most challenging? I find whatever I’m not doing at that moment challenging. Let me explain: If I’m writing a first draft, I quickly get into the swing of things and could write first drafts for days, but the thought of editing exhausts me. On the other hand, once I get into the swing of editing, I can’t get my head around writing a first draft from a blank page. It’s all hard! But I love it, too. What do you think makes a good story? I’m a big fan of well-developed characters with past wounds and complexity. In my opinion, every great story has some memorable and complex characters at the heart of it. Which, of all your characters, do you think is the most like you? I think Tabby’s sister Pepper is quite a bit like me. She can be impulsive, but she goes after what she wants and she makes a good help-mate to her sister. I’m also a lot like Mallory from my Mallory Beck Cozy Culinary Capers. Mallory loves to experiment in the kitchen, and cooking helps her think things through, just like me. What makes your books different from others out there in this genre? There are a lot of paranormal cozy mysteries around these days, but mine comes from the perspective of a character who is skeptical of all things magical and otherworldly. I can relate to her in this way and I think it makes the supernatural a little more accessible to readers who usually read fiction that is more contemporary and real-world based. I also love the setting—the seaside town of Crystal Cove—where Tabby and her cat Sherlock live on a magical houseboat. What’s next on the horizon for you? Tragic Tuesday officially ties up the Tabitha Chase Days of the Week Mysteries, so I’m ready to embark upon a new cozy mystery series. I’ve been researching cruise-ship cozies and I’m really looking forward to this traveling setting! Thank you so much for inviting me to your blog! Your interview questions were a lot of fun! Thank you, Denise, for visiting today! ______ Keep reading to learn about Denise's new book. About Tragic Tuesday Tragic Tuesday: A Tabitha Chase Days of the Week Mystery Cozy Mystery 7th in Series Setting - Oregon Independently Published (March 14, 2024) Number of Pages - 250 Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0CNG892WH It’s springtime, and Tabby figures what better way to unite the town of Crystal Cove than creating a community garden! The problem is, she knows nothing about tending the earth. However, there are several folks in town who have strong beliefs in how to start a garden right—unfortunately, all of these strong beliefs seem to disagree with one another. Tabby thinks she has it handled when she comes up with a system that makes each group of gardeners feel valued in their plans and opinions, but when one of the most opinionated women turns up dead in the middle of the fresh soil, it seems she has another murder on her hands—and one she feels at least partially responsible for. Join Tabby, Jay, Aaron, and Sherlock as they investigate and try to get to the bottom of this garden tragedy. More About Denise Jaden For a limited time, stop by Denise's website at www.denisejaden.com, sign up for her newsletter, and get a bonus mystery just for signing up! Get freebies, exclusive content, and book news - you can unsubscribe at any time! Denise Jaden is a co-writer for the Rosa Reed Mystery Series by Lee Strauss. The Mallory Beck Cozy Culinary Capers will be released throughout the year. Her young adult novels have received critical acclaim and her non-fiction books are touted as staples for any writers' bookshelf. In her spare time, she acts with the Vancouver film industry and dances with a Polynesian dance troupe. She lives just outside Vancouver, Canada with her husband, her son (a budding filmmaker), and one very spoiled cat. 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slaughtermehole · 3 years

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Bonten Mikey trapping you with a baby

It's been a week since you guys had fought and you have left. Mikey was losing himself once again. He wanted to kill you and kiss you. He been blowing up your phone with threats ever since you left him.

"Call me back this is your last warning y/n".

You stayed at a friend's house and you had noticed you forgot something at the house you and mikey had shared. You had forgot your laptop. You were hesitant to go get it knowing the chances of running into mikey. However, all your work files was on that laptop. You ran to your car and drove home. You had finally arrived and as you were putting the key in you looked behind your shoulder to make sure no one was there watching you. The door had opened and you went upstairs into your room to see your laptop laying on the bed

"Whew it's still here.. lemme just find the cord and we'll be outta here for goo-"

"Y/n."

You had froze. You felt cold. Your hands began to shake and your breath began to shorten. You knew exactly whose voice you heard. It was mikey.

His gun was pointing you. His eyes were so cold. He was furious and you could tell.

"You're not going anywhere y/n"

You began to tear up with the laptop still in your hand. His gun was still pointed directly at you.

"Mikey can you put the gun down at least? You're (sniffle)scaring me" you said while crying

He was silent. He didn't respond. He just stared at you while still keeping the gun pointed at you. He wanted answers. Why did you leave? You treated him so good. You should have known there would be no escape. The only escape there is, is death. You were his. Only his. The thought of you leaving him and moving on keeps him awake at night.

"MIKEY GOTDAMN" you yell. You were sick of the silence.

"I JUST WANT TO MOVE ON. I DONT WANNA DEAL WITH YOU ANYMORE BECAUSE YOU ARENT THE SAME MIKEY I USE TO KNO-"

Mikey interrupted you with a loud bang coming from the gun. He had shot the wall a inch next to you.

"Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP Y/N"

He was starting to lose control of his emotions and you could tell by the way his eyes widened.

"I LOST EVERYONE WHO WERE CLOSE TO ME AND ILL BE DAMNED IF I LOOSE YOU. IF I HAVE KILL US BOTH I WILL."

You stood there crying. He wasnt the same. You wanted the old mikey back. His gun was still in his hand. You knew if you didn't do something now somebody was going to end up dead

You walked over to him. Cradled his face. You could see tears forming in his eyes.

You kissed him.

Your intention was to disarm him and bring him back to a calmer state because he was beginning to loose himself. You are aware you are his peace. As you was kissing him, he dropped his gun and begin to lift your shirt. He had pushed you against the wall still kissing you.

Your intention was to disarm him but as the kiss got deeper you realized you wanted this as bad as he did. Mikey finally got his hands on you. He finally got what he wanted, you.

Your shirt was off now exposing your breast. As he stared upon you, still fully clothed. You grabbed his dick and unzipped his pants now exposing his hard cock. You placed his dick in between your tits giving him a titfuck while he was still standing.

"I love your beautiful tits y/n I'm going to bust right in between them."

You spat on his dick while you massaged his dick in-between your tits going as fast as you could. He moaned your name beautifully. His breaths were getting heavy and you could tell he was about to cum

"Cmon mikey.. bust in between my tits baby. I'm all yours look at them mikey. Look at them."

As you continued to glide your tits up and down his dick he busted. You used your finger to lick the cum off your boobs. Yet, he was far from done. He went a whole week without seeing you. He wants to cherish this moment.

He took off his shirt and whispered in your ear

"you're having all my babies tonight. Gonna get you so full. I want you pregnant."

You didn't say anything. You were so intoxicated with the sex he was going to supply but little did you know Mikey was dead serious.

He began to kneel to your pussy licking it and eating it whole. He sucked your clit and He gave himself a hand job while he ate your pussy. Boy was so horny. You moaned as loud as you could.

"I love hearing you fucking scream"

You came right on his mouth. He slurped you so well. He missed your pussy.

"Did you fuck anyone else? Did you give anyone else my pussy y/n"

" No! No sir! I- I promise mikey"

"I'll kill you if you did"

You were scared of him. You stared into his eyes nervously. He then began to flip you over in doggy style position. Your pussy was beyond wet and he moaned while he massaged the tip in.

"Mikey...your dick feel so good"

He took his tip out. You were so tight and your pussy wasn't opening up for him he stuck his fingers in surprising you,

"You need to open up for me. I want your pussy to take me so you can cum.

He slid his dick back in and this time he managed to get it in all the way. You moaned like crazy and so did he. Your ass clapped onto him. He smacked it as hard as he could

"This your punishment for leaving. *smack* you're never leaving Me and I mean never. *smack* you're forever glued to me *smack* we belong together *smack*"

You screamed out his name crying from the pain and pleasure. He was getting faster and faster.

"OH Y/N ITS SO DAMN TIGHT. IM CUMMING INSIDE YOU"

You began to see white. Your vision blurred. You were fucked outta your mind. You began to feel mikey hot warm seed leaking into you. He kept his cock inside until he was done emptying himself. Thats a week worth of cum. Best believe your pussy was full.

He then pulled out kissing your neck.

"Mm-missed you so fucking much. I can tell you're tired y/n get some rest and I'll clean you up"

Boy was he a good liar. He was waiting til you fell asleep so he can sneak into the bathroom cabinet to grab your plan b.

You drifted off and that's exactly what he did. He had called sanzu while preparing his shower.

"She's home. Pick me up and Make sure you change the locks and lock her inside the house. She's not going anywhere. If she needs anything she will have to go through u first"

He hung up the phone and showered. His mission was complete. You were stuck with him forever. He knew deep down he got you pregnant and it made him happy.

He left the house leaving you in bed. You went searching for your plan b and noticed it wasn't there and as you were trying to walk out the house you noticed the doors were locked from Outside. He also had took your phone.

3 weeks later, you complained to sanzu about your morning sicknesses and asked if he could get you a test from the store. Turns out you're pregnant. As you looked at the test you began to form tears in your eyes because you realized what mikey was up to all along

Mission accomplished. He will never let you leave.

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watevermelon · 3 years

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Touch-Averse | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

✧ Summary: Physical affection was something you loved, and while Sakusa was not exactly the biggest fan, you didn’t want to encroach on him. You weren’t expecting your boyfriend to get jealous!

➳ A/N: Hey! This has been waiting around for so long; I think I steered a little too into the angst with this one asfdgfhj ;-; ➳ Tags: Angst with a happy ending, komori is a lil shit; ➳ Masterlist

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By all intents and purposes, Sakusa was the perfect boyfriend.

You were friends before through Komori since junior high and one thing led to another before the wing-spiker finally asked you out. You knew long before as his friend that he was averse to physical contact — even if it was under two layers of gloves.

No, the germaphobe kept everyone at a distance further from arms length. He wanted to keep things neat and orderly and straying from that made him uncomfortable.

And it warmed your heart that, despite this life-long struggle, Sakusa still let you into his world in little ways.

He would hold your hand through the halls of school (of course, you had to thoroughly wash your hands first and then get his personal approval). And, on lucky days like when Itachiyama won their practice matches that week, Sakusa would kiss you on the forehead openly in public.

All you had to do was vocalize things, keep the roads of communication between you two and he would respond. If you wanted to come over to his family home or vice versa — just let him know ahead of time and he would be happy to accommodate you. You want to go on a date to the arcade? Sure, send him a text and he’ll pencil you in for a couple days from now. A part of you also liked wearing his sweaters, the ones that plastered his last-name across the back. And on request, Sakusa let you wear his own to school.

Sakusa was generally aware of your needs and was not against being vocal about your relationship. You knew all about this prior to being his official girlfriend and had even found it endearing how much he cared about your personal health.

All it took was a look.

A single look was enough to plant the seed of doubt and make it take root.

It was after volleyball practice — you had stayed behind after your student council duties and went over to the courts instead of heading straight back to the dorms. You hadn’t told Sakusa before that you would be visiting, just popping in so you can walk back together.

You waved at the others, Komori noticing you first from the sidelines and greeting you. Some others from the team took notice beside him and recognized you from being friends with the second-years.

Between the break, you approached Sakusa’s pack where you knew he would go, happy to greet him.

He shot you the most disgusted look you had ever seen.

After, Sakusa had greeted you in his usual monotone voice. Voice clipped and simply drinking his water, Sakusa was there for a quick minute before returning back to the match without so much as a goodbye.

Your walk back to the dorms was eerily silent.

It could have been nothing, just a look that he always had in his resting judgmental grandma face. But for some reason it stuck to you, how mean his tone was towards his girlfriend of all people and how quick he was to get away from you after.

You tried to wave it off, give him the benefit of the doubt as you lay awake in your dorm room. Not saying anything to your roommate, you internalized most of your feelings and let it continue to fester below the surface.

He already didn’t like physical touch with you. But you had just greeted him, hardly pushing into his comfortable space. But even so, it was clear Sakusa had still been disgusted with you.

Was this what he really thought about you?

You tried your best to wave it off — maybe he wasn’t feeling too well that day? Maybe the match was annoying him? Maybe something just happened with his other teammates?

And so the next day after you were done with your extracurriculars, you dropped by the gym again just to see how Sakusa was doing.

Sakusa was quick to find in the crowd of boys, his tall height and curly black hair bobbing along as he readied to jump in the air. Seeing him spike, hearing the smack of power as it slammed into the floor, it always made you so proud at how fair he had come.

That moment didn’t last long.

No, it was pushed out by another emotion entirely.

The coach called the players on the opposite side, ringing them in to give some tips to them specifically. Sakusa’s side backed off to grab drinks of their water, the main manager running up to him with a towel in hand.

And Sakusa let her wipe at his face.

A small dab at his forehead and at the sides of his face and the moment was over. But that was not what you saw. You saw your boyfriend, your long-term friend, allow someone in his close space to touch his face of all things! You still had to wear gloves sometimes. And here she was, noses only inches away from one another, as she was allowed into his world.

What was it that made you so undesirable?

Was Sakusa annoyed with you? Had you been asking too much of him? You knew he was averse to the things you liked, but you never thought that it would push Sakusa away to this point.

You loved Sakusa and you had tried really hard to accommodate what he was looking for in a relationship. But was that really fair? Was he being fair to you at this point? Did he even view you as anything special, as his girlfriend?

Walking out the gym without a single word, you turned around with all intents to go back to your room and reevaluate your decisions. You failed to notice Komori’s wandering eyes that followed you out the open doors.

Your roommate commented that you looked terrible that night and was a willing open ear for you. You were grateful beyond compare, she was an awesome friend that you shared classes with and was alsoa member in the student council.

But instead of venting, you just relished in the tight hug she gave you. This physical touch was what you crazed and, while it had never really affected you before, it made you sad that this was something Sakusa would never want.

Was it really fair to have to schedule a hug with him?

Did he even want you as his girlfriend?

You internalized this hard and the it was hard to even look at Sakusa the next day at school, these thoughts only propping up again and again. What hurt even more is that you were actively avoiding the wing-spiker and it seemed that he did not even notice. Just went about his day, avoiding most people and sticking to corners alone.

But you were his girlfriend. He avoided most people but should that really include you?

Did he feel like you were suffocating him? You loved him and didn’t want to lose him. And so if he wanted space, you were willing to give it to him. But for Sakusa to treat you so cruelly when you were trying so hard - was it even fair at this point?

A text-tone from your phone permeated the room and you felt your spirits almost physically lift themselves up at the prospect of Sakusa reaching out to you.

But his text only made your heart drop.

Give me back my sweater already. Sakusa’s words read, Don’t you have your own?

And suddenly your thoughts of doubt were solidified as fact in your mind.

Grabbing the sweater from your bedside, you almost cried as you folded it up. Sakusa’s terms of endearment were few and far between, you wearing his sweater was one of the few things you could compromise on. And now he did not even want that.

You went about your morning weakly, going into Sakusa’s homeroom and leaving the sweater in a bag there. Alongside it was only a small note that you did not have time to wash it while it was in the bag. You did not wait a moment longer, dropping off the package and hoping to avoid him the rest of the day.

And throughout the school hours, you were doing a good job. During lunch you were able to avoid spending time with both Sakusa and Komori, leaving your classroom the moment the teacher dismissed you and retreating to the outside area behind school. Would it do you any good to confront Sakusa over something that he probably did not even care about? Was he planning on breaking up with you?

These thoughts only continued to plague you throughout the day and the more you continued to ponder on it - the worse it got. Maybe he always viewed you this way, just humoring your relationship for the sake of your friendship.

Your mindset spiraled downward worse and worse and you had little initiative to even go to club activities after school. Your roommate had vouched for you at the student council meeting while you went back to the dorms depressed and very not well dressed.

The moment your phone dinged to life you shot up in repressed excitement, wondering if Sakusa had noticed your mood and reached out.

It was Komori.

Hey, missed ya during lunch. Wanna catch dinner together?

Of course, it was Komori.

You wondered for a hot second if it would be smart to go with the libero out to dinners the campus cafeteria. Odds are you were going to pour your feelings out to the boy and he was undoubtedly loyal to Sakusa. Komori was always one of your closest friends, even before dating the wing-spiker.

Another ding ringed out a second later.

Come on, you’re my friend too.

It was almost like he was reading your mind - the poor boy was probably so used to your evasiveness from before that it was no doubt he remembered it.

You typed back, Okay, I’ll meet you after practice.

See you then <3

You texted your roommate that you would be meeting with the libero, so as not to worry when she returned. In the meantime, you hung around your room and completed some of your homework early. Once Komori texted you that he was ready, you put on a large hoodie and some leggings, trying your best to look presentable despite your solemn expression.

“Hey!” Komori perked up when he saw you, already at a table in the cafeteria. Thankfully he was sitting alone. The moment you were close enough, Komori pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

Komori always gave the best hugs and you squeezed your arms around his middle right back. It had been a while since he, or any male for that matter hugged you like this. Most of the male population at school was well aware of your relationship with Sakusa and all it took was a look from the strong spiker to get most to back off.

But with Komori being his best friend and also one of yours, he was one of the few people who could get away with sharing you in a warm embrace. However, you did notice as of late that he was withholding some of the best hugs from you.

“Thanks for joining me tonight.” Komori continued, leaning back while you were still in his arms. “I know you’ve been kind of down.”

“Yeah.”

“Listen, you can tell me anything or nothing if you want. Whatever you’re comfortable with - I just wanted to spend this time with you so you know you’re not alone.”

You almost teared up on the spot, with the exception of your roommate, it had been so long since someone had been so considerate with your feelings. Komori was the best bro and just all friend anyone could ask for.

Nuzzling further into his chest, you shakily replied. “You’re the best, Komori.”

Komori guided you to the seats, telling you that he had actually placed a comfort food order and was waiting for the number to be called. You smiled at him in response, placing your hands on the table and mentally preparing for what you wanted to say.

It felt almost therapeutic, admitting to the libero all the feelings that you had bottled up over the past few days. Komori nodded along, listening to you without cutting in or interrupting with his own point of view. He took in every word, keen on gaining your perspective before he added on.

“It makes me wonder, does Sakusa even want to be in this relationship?” You asked aloud, baring your insecurity to him.

Little did you know that Sakusa was reacting exactly opposite to what you were thinking.

Komori had actually invited the wing-spiker to join this dinner, but he had simply walked away in silence back to his own dorm.

Sakusa would never admit this aloud, but he cherished you in so many ways that it frightened him. Your relationship was built on years of knowing each other. And from the beginning of it all, Sakusa knew that he was all in. From high school to the end of your days, he was sure that this was the only relationship he wanted to ever be in. You were the first and only person he ever loved and he wanted to be that for you too.

And with that thought, Sakusa had always been afraid of losing you. He wondered, on multiple occasions, if you would be happier with someone else. After all, yes you were friends for a while, but you were much closer to Komori before you were in a relationship.

Sakusa saw it all - he knew how you leaned into the libero for tight hugs and how the both of you were still fond of spending time alone together. He had never doubted you or his cousin’s loyalty; neither you nor Komori would ever do anything to hurt him, Sakusa was sure. But he had a much more looming fear, one that frightened him simply because it was probably true, that you would probably be happier with Komori.

The libero was capable of easily reading your mood and reacting to it properly. It was Komori after all that noticed you had left the gymnasium the other day without greeting either male. He was very in-tune to your personality and it seemed the both of you were very agreeable. Sakusa remembered the time that many of your classmates had thought it was you and Komori dating after all.

Sakusa would honestly never forget that.

And so the wing-spiker had thought on multiple occasions if you would be happier in the arms of another. Maybe someone who had more time for you, who liked being as affectionate as you did.

Admittedly, Sakusa knew something was off from the moment you returned the sweater. He knew that you cherished wearing it for some reason. But you had it over a week and it was time for him to wash it. After all, it must have been dirty from overuse at this point and he did not want you possibly getting sick from something he wore.

Besides, he could just lend you another cleaner sweater for you to wear.

This was simply the way he thought - cut and dry and oftentimes misconstrued by other people.

But the last person he ever wanted to hurt was you.

Sucking in a hard breath, Sakusa attempted to figure out what to say. Not that he was unsure what to get across, but that he wanted to get out the proper wording before he caused any true damage to you. He must have been standing in the middle of his dorm room for a good twenty minutes, trying to keep a level head as different phrases evaded him.

Calm and collected, he told himself as he got near the cafeteria.

The last thing he wanted to ever see greeted him - you and Komori standing alongside a cafeteria table, you in his arms as he held you tightly.

It seemed you were still in the middle of your meal, your trays of food still stacked with chopsticks to the side. Regardless of the situation, Sakusa stalked over quietly and made his presence extremely known.

From Komori’s nice hug to suddenly pulled into another, your ten seconds of panic morphed into surprise at seeing your boyfriend.

“Sakusa!” You exclaimed, head against his chest as he continued to stare down his cousin. “This looks bad, but I was just talking to Komori about something.”

Komori only laughed, picking up his tray and taking it with him elsewhere. “See you tomorrow, lovebirds.”

“I--” You stuttered over your words as the libero made his quick escape, “We were in the middle of a meal!”

“We need to talk.”

Wait.

Was Sakusa breaking up with you right now?

You felt fresh tears break your visage as you asked him outright, “Are you breaking up with me?”

Sakusa recoiled before grabbing your hand, “No. Let’s go.”

You allowed him to drag you wordlessly, following along as he led you back to his dorm. He unceremoniously brought you along with him - was he sparing your feelings by breaking up with you away from the public eye?

The worries must have shown up on your face since, once you entered the elevator, Sakusa took one look at you before pulling you into his embrace again. He lingered for a second, as if unsure where to place himself, then leaned down to put a small mask-covered kiss on your forehead. You stilled at the motion, surprised that he was willing to show any display of affection in public.

The moment was only broken when he pulled you toward his dorm room, closing it loudly behind you.

“Why would you think that I would want to break up with you?” Sakusa asked, not at all sugar-coating his words.

You hesitated, looking at the ground before back at him. “Sakusa, are you even happy being with me?”

His eyes peeking over the mask widened in surprise. In the next second, Sakusa pulled his mask off and threw it in the direction of his trash bin. You took a step back at his aggressiveness, but he only followed the movement and wrapped an arm around your waist.

Sakusa pulled you against him and stated clearly, “I want to be with you forever, if given the chance.”

“Really?”

He did not hesitate in response, “Yes.”

You smiled at how sure he was, but his actions from the last few days still had you on edge. With a hand on his chest, you bit your lip before asking. “You don’t feel like I’m suffocating you?”

Sakusa angled his head in question before shooting back, “Why would you assume that?”

“I just feel like you don’t really want me around?” You admitted, words coming out slowly. “I mean, the other day you just seemed like you didn’t want me at your practice. And then I saw your manager dabbing you with the towel and even I can’t even hug you without warning.”

Sakusa simply stared at you as you spoke, his full attention to your words as he recalled the past few days.

“I like spending time with you, but at practice I was sweaty and you were still in your school uniform. It would be unfair to you if I was the one to sully it.” Sakusa replied, “While I am not close to the manager, handling the towels is one of her responsibilities. And I prefer to get toweled down rather than do it myself then touch the volleyball with sweaty hands.”

“Oh.”

You were at a loss for words once he explained himself.

“What about the other day?” You recalled, “I get that you don’t like me wearing your sweaters, but you should have just told me outright.”

You were not expecting Sakusa to shoot you a tired smile.

He moved to kiss your forehead again, lips lingering above your brow before he spoke. “I like seeing you in my sweaters. It reminds everyone that you’re mine.”

“What?”

“But you had that sweater for more than five days, right?” Sakusa answered with a question, “I have the proper detergent to clean it. It would do you no good if you got dirty or even sick from one of my articles of clothing.”

“Oh.”

You were an idiot.

An overthinking, doubtful, big dumb idiot.

You felt the small exhale against his chest, tantamount to a small laugh from Sakusa. “Oh?”

“I just--” You tried to articulate yourself, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry I doubted you.” You admitted, “There are just these moments. I know you don’t like physical touch that much, but there are times I want to hug you or kiss you. And I get the feeling that you don’t like it.”

You heard Sakusa exhale above you, before feeling a slight nudging at your chin. Using his free hand, the wing-spiker was guiding your gaze back to him. He had an oddly fond expression on, before he leaned forward to slot your lips against his.

Leaning forward into the kiss, you carded your fingers in his curly mop of hair, arms crossed behind his neck. He pulled you as close as possible, lingering in the moment of your passionate lip-lock before settling you back down on your feet.

“I love kissing you.” Sakusa stated fondly, eyes still glued to yours.

You laughed breathlessly, “I know that now.”

“Good.” Sakusa replied, “I’m not good at these things. I can’t comfort you like others do, but please trust in me. Communicate with me - not your roommate and not Komori.”

“Okay. I’m sorry that I closed myself off.” You apologized, receiving a second kiss back.

You were caught off-guard, like the hesitation Sakusa had before was suddenly lifted from its floodgates. He pecked you one, twice, returning over and over as he lost himself in the feel of your lips against his.

“I have two newly cleaned sweaters for you to choose from.” Sakusa whispered, as if this was his version of sweet nothings. “I would prefer it if you wore one tomorrow.”

You shot him back a radiant smile, one that he eagerly savored in the back of his memory. “I would love to.”

Your relationship did not magically fix in that single night, but you resolved to continue working on your communication. It was a two-way street, one that the both of you had to work on.

But by God, you two loved each other.

And that was all that mattered.

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fannish-karmiya · 3 years

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Wei Wuxian’s Position in the Jiang Household

Fandom tends to mischaracterise Wei Wuxian’s position in the Jiang family greatly. A lot of people project more modern ideas about adoption onto his relationship with the Jiang siblings, and write as if he really is their sibling and only Yu Ziyuan’s abusive nature gets in the way of their bond.

This strikes me as a bit misguided. While adoption was practised in ancient China, it was mainly for the purpose of obtaining a male heir in the absence of one, or obtaining more daughters to marry off for alliances. Jiang Fengmian had no reason to adopt Wei Wuxian into the main family, and he didn’t. Wei Wuxian’s position in the household is far more nebulous than that, and honestly it’s hard to find an exact corollary, in Chinese history or in any culture, precisely because it was so messy and ill-defined.

A Companion to Upper Class Children

Wei Wuxian is the son of a servant of Yunmeng Jiang; it’s notable that Wei Changze is always referred to this way, rather than as a disciple. Wei Changze wound up leaving the sect in order to marry Cangse Sanren, and Jiang Fengmian considered them dear enough friends that when he heard they passed away, he spent years searching for their orphaned son. He wound up finding Wei Wuxian on the streets of Yiling and brought him home as his ward.

Wei WuXian was taken home by Jiang FengMian when he was nine.

Most memories from back then were already blurred. Yet, Jin Ling’s mother, Jiang YanLi, remembered all of them, and even told him quite a few.

She said that, after his father heard of the news that his parents both died in battle, he had always dedicated himself to finding the child that these past friends had left behind. After searching for a while, he finally found the child in Yiling.

(Chapter 24, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s clear from the start that beyond this sense of obligation to his old friends, Jiang Fengmian also had a role set out for Wei Wuxian: he wanted him to be a companion to his children, and Jiang Cheng in particular.

He encourages a friendship between them, insisting on a sleepover between the two a week into Wei Wuxian’s stay.

On the second day, Jiang Cheng’s puppies were given to someone else.

This angered Jiang Cheng so much that he threw a big tantrum. No matter how much Jiang FengMian comforted him gently, telling him that they should ‘be good friends’, he refused to talk to Wei WuXian. Quite a few days later, Jiang Cheng’s attitude softened. Jiang FengMian wanted to strike while the iron was still hot, so he told Wei WuXian to sleep in the same room as him, hoping that they’d grow fonder of each other.

[...]

That night, Jiang Cheng locked Wei WuXian outside his room, refusing to let him in.

[...]

Wei WuXian waited outside for a long time. When the door opened, before the joy could spread onto his face, he was bombarded with a pile of things being thrown out. The door banged shut again.

Jiang Cheng told him from inside, “Go sleep somewhere else! This is my room! You’re even gonna steal my room?!”

[...]

Standing outside, as Wei WuXian heard that dogs would come bite him, fear immediately bubbled within him. Twisting his fingers, he hurried, “I’ll go, I’ll go. Don’t call the dogs!”

Dragging behind him the sheets and blanket that were thrown outside, he ran out the hall. Having only arrived at Lotus Pier for a short period of time, he didn’t dare jump around yet. Every day, he obediently holed up in the places that Jiang FengMian told him to stay at. He didn’t even know where his room was, much less have the courage to knock on other people’s doors, scared that it’d disturb someone’s dreams.

(Chapter 71, Exiled Rebels translation)

After Jiang Cheng is worried about getting in trouble, he goes to Jiang Yanli for help, and she searches for Wei Wuxian.

But this was the first pair of shoes that Jiang FengMian bought him. Wei WuXian was too embarrassed to make him go out of his way to buy another pair, and so he said that they weren’t too big. Jiang YanLi helped him into his shoe and pressed the hollow tip, “It is a bit big. I’ll fix it for you when we get back.”

Hearing this, Wei WuXian felt somewhat uneasy, as if he did something wrong again.

Living in other people’s homes, the worst that could happen was to make trouble for the hosts.

Jiang YanLi put him onto her back and began to walk back, wobbling in her steps as she spoke, “A-Ying, no matter what A-Cheng said to you, don’t bother about him. He doesn’t have a good temper, so he’s always home playing with himself. Those puppies were his favorites. Dad sent them away, and so he’s feeling upset. He’s actually really happy that somebody’s here to be with him.”

(Chapter 71, Exiled Rebels translation)

Later, Wei Wuxian offers to cover for him, saying simply that he ran outside by himself because he was scared. In this one case it feels like a genuine instance of children showing solidarity and covering for each other’s little misbehaviours. But it also follows a pattern of Wei Wuxian doing this and making excuses, time and time again, for Jiang Cheng. I wonder if on some level, he already knew that his role in the household was in part to be a companion-servant to Jiang Cheng.

Wei Wuxian normally never puts up with people treating him poorly or being arrogant; he constantly bites his tongue when Jiang Cheng does so around him. While they study at Cloud Recesses, Jiang Cheng frequently insults Wei Wuxian, who always just smiles and laughs it off.

Jiang Cheng humphed, “Him? He wakes at nine in the morning and sleeps at one during the night. When he wakes up, he doesn’t practice his sword or meditate; he goes boating, swims around, picks lotus seedpods, and hunts for pheasants.”

Wei WuXian replied, “No matter how much pheasants I hunt, I’m still number one.”

(Chapter 13, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng scolded with a darkened expression, “What are you proud of?! What is there to be proud of with this?! Do you think that it’s a glorious thing to be told by someone to get lost? You bring so much shame upon our sect!”

(Chapter 16, Exiled Rebels translation)

We never see Wei Wuxian excusing this sort of behaviour from any other character; he has no problem scolding Jin Ling for his arrogant attitude and telling him that he shouldn’t be imitating his uncle, after all! It’s only where Jiang Cheng is concerned that he does this, and honestly, even then he seems to be quite aware that Jiang Cheng’s behaviour is wrong; he simply accepts on some level that it’s his role in the household to put up with it.

He actually does, very gently, try to guide Jiang Cheng at times. In Lotus Seed Pods, for example, he tries to give Jiang Cheng advice on how to flirt with some of the maidens in Yunmeng and make friends:

Wei WuXian threw the seed pods toward the shore. It was a far distance, but they landed lightly in the women’s hands. He grabbed a few more and stuffed them into Jiang Cheng’s arms, shoving, “What are you doing, just standing there? Hurry up.”

After a few shoves, Jiang Cheng could only accept them, “Hurry up and do what?”

Wei WuXian, “You ate the watermelon too, so you also have to return the gift, don’t you? Here, here, don’t be embarrassed. Start throwing, start throwing.”

Jiang Cheng snorted again, “You must be joking. What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Whatever he said, however, even after all of the shidi began to throw seed pods, he still didn’t start to move. Wei WuXian urged, “Then throw some! If you throw some this time, next time you can ask them if the seed pods tasted good, and you’ll be able to make conversation again!”

[...]

Jiang Cheng was just about to throw one when he realized how shameless it was the moment he heard it. He peeled a seed pod and ate it by himself.

[...]

After a while of laughter, he turned around and looked at Jiang Cheng, who was sitting at the front of the boat eating seed pods with a long face. His smile gradually disappeared as he sighed, “Well, what an unteachable child.”

Jiang Cheng fumed, “So what if I want to eat alone?”

Wei WuXian, “Look at you, Jiang Cheng. Nevermind. You’re hopeless. Just wait to eat alone your whole life!”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

He even sighs rather disappointedly when Jiang Cheng refuses to take the hint; he knows that Jiang Cheng’s sullen behaviour is going to make him miserable down the line, but all of his gentle efforts to nudge him in a better direction have failed.

He also speaks with great awareness of Jiang Cheng’s flaws after the fight in the ancestral hall:

Wei WuXian reached out with one hand and massaged his chest, as if trying to break up the pent-up feeling inside his heart. A moment later, he blurted, “I knew Jiang Cheng wouldn’t have let us go so easily. That brat… How could this be?!”

[...]

Wei WuXian’s eyelids throbbed, “Every one of them. The brat’s been like this ever since he was young.He’ll say anything when he’s angry, no matter how bad it is. He gives up on all grace and discipline whatsoever. As long as it’d annoy whomever he’s against, he’d say it no matter what terrible insults he uses. After all these years, he hasn’t gotten better at all. Please don’t take it to heart.”

(Chapter 90, Exiled Rebels translation)

This is so interesting to me, because it really makes it clear that Wei Wuxian has always been aware of these flaws of Jiang Cheng’s. He hasn’t been viewing him through rose-coloured lenses or making excuses for him because he’s ‘family’. He puts up with Jiang Cheng’s behaviour because being his companion is one of his duties in the Jiang household. It may never have been directly stated, but there seems to be some unspoken understanding to this effect.

I honestly don’t know if there is any official role in history (in any culture, not just China) which perfectly correlates to this. In China a lady’s maid was expected to also be a close friend and companion to her mistress (in canon, see Bicao to Qin-furen and Yinzhu and Jinzhu to Yu-furen). In Europe an upper class woman would hire a lady’s companion, a woman from the lower fringes of the gentry who would serve as her companion in exchange for financial support.

I don’t know of any version of this role which involves two men. In general, this sort of role existed because upper class women were confined to the household by and large, and had very limited social spheres. Men, meanwhile, had much greater ability to meet with their peers and make friends. I almost feel like Wei Wuxian wound up being shoved into this role simply because even as a child Jiang Cheng was so unsociable that Jiang Fengmian didn’t know what else to do!

Wei Wuxian also at least once steps in and starts a fight in place of Jiang Cheng (essentially taking the fall for him). He does this when Jin Zixuan speaks disparagingly of Jiang Yanli at Cloud Recesses:

Jin ZiXuan asked in reply, “Why don’t you ask me how on Earth can I be satisfied with her?”

Jiang Cheng instantly stood up.

Pushing him to the side, Wei WuXian walked in front of him and sneered, “You sure think that you’re pretty satisfying, don’t you? Where did you get the guts to be all choosy here?”

[...]

Wei WuXian sighed, “… It’d be nice if shijie came. It’s fortunate that you didn’t hit him.”

Jiang Cheng, “I was going to. If you didn’t push me, the other side of Jin ZiXuan’s face would also be ruined.”

(Chapter 18, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s also very notable that Wei Wuxian is never shown having friends outside of Jiang Cheng’s social circle, despite what an outgoing and friendly person he is. Any time he expresses interest in someone for himself, as with Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng tries to nip it in the bud. Being unable to deter Wei Wuxian from Lan Wangji directly, Jiang Cheng instead tries to drive a wedge between them, constantly telling Wei Wuxian that Lan Wangji hates him.

“Yeah,” Nie HuaiSang spoke, “It looks like he really hates you, Wei-xiong. Lan WangJi usually… No, he never does something so impolite.”

Wei WuXian, “He hates me already? I wanted to apologize to him.”

Jiang Cheng sneered, “Apologizing now? Too late! Like his uncle, he surely thinks that you are evil and unruly to the core, and didn’t bother to pay you any attention.”

(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng pulled him even closer, “It’s not as if you’re familiar with him! Don’t you see how much he hates you? You’re going to carry him? He probably doesn’t even want you a step closer to him.”

(Chapter 52, Exiled Rebels translation)

He even directly orders Wei Wuxian not to invite Lan Wangji to come visit him at Lotus Pier during the Lotus Seed Pod extra.

Wei WuXian, “Why are you so upset? My watermelon almost flew away! I was just being polite. Of course he wouldn’t come. Have you ever heard of him go anywhere by himself to have fun?”

Jiang Cheng had on a stern expression, “Let’s make this clear. I don’t want him to come, anyhow. Don’t invite him.”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s not only Lan Wangji he tries to steer Wei Wuxian away from; he also interrupts his conversation with Wen Ning at the archery competition:

Wen QiongLin was probably one of Wen Clan’s disciples furthest in bloodline. His status was neither high nor low, yet his personality was timid. He didn’t dare do anything and even his speech stuttered. Through much practice, he had finally conjured up the courage to enter the competition, but he blew it because he was too nervous. If he didn’t receive the right guidance, perhaps the boy would hide his true self more and more from now on and never dare to perform in front of other people again. Wei WuXian encouraged him a couple of times and touched on a few areas of growth, correcting some miniscule problems that he had when he was shooting in the garden. Wen QiongLin listened so attentively that he didn’t even turn his eyes away, nodding uncontrollably.

Jiang Cheng, “Where did you find so much nonsense? The competition is starting soon. Get into the arena right now!”

Wei WuXian spoke to Wen QiongLin in a serious tone, “I’ll be off to the competition now. Later, you can see how I shoot when I’m in the arena…”

Jiang Cheng dragged him away, short of patience. He spat as he dragged, “See how you shoot? Do you think that you’re a model or something?!”

(Chapter 59, Exiled Rebels translation)

Even when it comes to Wei Wuxian’s friendly flirtation with Mianmian, Jiang Cheng has something to say and tries to deter him from her:

Jiang Cheng, “The one that MianMian gave you? I didn’t.”

Wei WuXian exclaimed his regret, “I’ll find her for another one later.”

Jiang Cheng frowned, “You’re at it again. You don’t really like her, do you? The girl does look fine, but it’s obvious that she doesn’t have much background. Maybe she isn’t even a disciple. She seems like the daughter of a servant.”

Wei WuXian, “What’s wrong with servants? I’m also the son of a servant, aren’t I?”

Jiang Cheng, “How can you compare to her? Whose servant is like you, having your master peel lotus seeds for you and boil you soup. I didn’t even get to have some!”

(Chapter 56, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng really does seem to view Wei Wuxian in a very proprietary light; he’s not allowed to have any friendships which don’t exist under Jiang Cheng’s direct control.

The idea that Wei Wuxian was meant to be Jiang Cheng’s servant-friend is reinforced at its darkest when Lotus Pier falls: both Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Fengmian’s last words to Wei Wuxian are an instruction to protect Jiang Cheng.

One hand holding him, Madam Yu grabbed Wei WuXian’s lapels with her other hand as though to strangle him to death. She spoke through clenched teeth, “… You damn little brat! I hate you! I hate you more than anything else! Look at what our sect has gone through for your sake!”

[...]

Madam Yu, “Don’t make such a fuss. It’ll loosen up when you’re somewhere safe. If anyone attacks you on the journey, it’ll protect you as well. Don’t come back. Go to Meishan straight away and find your sister!”

After she finished, she turned to Wei WuXian and pointed at him, “Wei Ying! Listen to me! Protect Jiang Cheng, protect him even if you die, do you understand?!”

[...]

Jiang FengMian stared into his eyes. Suddenly, he reached out. Only after pausing in the air did he finally touch Jiang Cheng’s head, slowly, “A-Cheng, be well.”

Wei WuXian, “Uncle Jiang, if anything happens to you, he won’t be well.”

Jiang FengMian turned his eyes to him, “A-Ying, A-Cheng… you must look after him.”

(Chapter 58, Exiled Rebels translation)

Even Jiang Fengmian, who supposedly favoured Wei Wuxian, only gives him instructions as pertains to his own son; he doesn’t spare a single last word for Wei Wuxian himself.

A Lower Status Family Member

It wasn’t uncommon throughout human history, across many cultures, for wealthy families to take in relatives who were orphaned or had otherwise fallen on hard times. They tended to have a lower status than the main family; they lived with them and were still a part of their social sphere, but were not quite equal, either. The English term for this is ‘poor relation’.

Obviously, Wei Wuxian isn’t actually a blood relative at all. But his position in the Jiang household definitely has some similarities. He lives in the main house, eats meals with the family, attends school with the son... He is even on some conditional levels accepted into the gentry of cultivation society. But he isn’t a full equal member of the family, either.

The fact that he’s Jiang Fengmian’s ward, not a blood relative or adopted into the main family, puts him at even more of a disadvantage. It seems that Jiang Fengmian paid for all of Wei Wuxian’s expenses:

Wei WuXian took a bite, “Back then, I didn’t even have to pay when I ate at the dock. I grabbed whatever I wanted, ate whatever I wanted; ran after I grabbed, walked as I ate. A month later, the vendor would get the reimbursement from Uncle Jiang.”

(Chapter 86, Exiled Rebels translation)

While this is a bit of conjecture, I gather that he was given access to family money as if he was part of the clan, and could just charge Yunmeng Jiang whenever he shopped in Lotus Pier. Which is great so long as Wei Wuxian is accepted in Yunmeng Jiang...but as we see during the Burial Mounds settlement period, the moment that acceptance fades, Wei Wuxian is left out in the cold without a single coin. And because he isn’t a member of the family, it’s a far easier matter for him to be thrown aside, as he was when Jiang Cheng grew angry with him over his decision to protect the Wens.

Of course, Chinese families traditionally did share their wealth, and still do nowadays. Ideally, in a loving family, this is a positive and means they all support each other; but when that isn’t the case, it leaves the victims of abuse vulnerable.

In Wei Wuxian’s case, he has some of the benefits of being a member of the Jiang clan, without ever actually being a member. He can be cast aside at any time, and he is never afforded the same respect by wider cultivation society which an inner clan member would have.

I don’t believe the novel ever directly addresses Wei Wuxian’s acceptance into the guest lectures at Cloud Recesses in this light, but the donghua actually has a very interesting little exchange about it which takes place between Nie Huaisang and a relative of his:

“Wei-xiong is just a disciple from Yunmeng. Why could he come to Gusu to study?”

“Wei-xiong is the son of Jiang-zongzhu’s old friend. He has been treated as their own son.”

“Oh, I see. That explains why they don’t look like master and servant, they seem like brothers.”

(MDZS Donghua, Episode 3, Guodong Subs)

Wei Wuxian was only allowed to attend these lectures, which seem to mainly be for sect heirs and inner clan members, on the grace of being Jiang Fengmian’s ward (and probably to accompany Jiang Cheng). While this exchange is not from the book, we never do see or hear about any of the other students being outer disciples rather than members of the main clan. Here’s what the novel had to say about it:

In that year, aside from the YunmengJiang Sect, there were also the young masters from other clans, sent to study here from parents who heard of the reputation. The young masters were all around fifteen or sixteen. Because the sects all knew the others, although they weren’t close, they had seen others’ faces before. It was widely known that, although Wei WuXian’s surname was not Jiang, he was the leading disciple of the sect leader of the YunmengJiang Sect—Jiang FengMian, and also the son of his friend who had passed away. In fact, the sect leader regarded him as his own child. This, along with how youths were not as concerned with status and ancestry as elders, they were soon friends. Only a few sentences passed, and everyone started to call others older brothers or younger brothers.

(Chapter 13, Exiled Rebels translation)

And Wei Wuxian isn’t treated as an equal at school, either; when he and his friends get up to mischief, he’s frequently the only one punished. Nie Huaisang even notes that Lan Qiren seems to be far harder on him than the other students:

Nie HuaiSang spoke, “Why does it seem like old man Lan is especially strict towards you? He always directs his scoldings at you.”

(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)

And we see Wei Wuxian being the sole one punished out of a group taken for granted by his friends multiple times:

As a result of cheating notes flying everywhere in the air, Lan WangJi suddenly attacked during the test, and caught a few initiators of the commotion. Lan QiRen exploded with anger, writing letters to the prominent clans to tell on them. He loathed Wei WuXian—in the beginning, although these disciples could hardly sit still, at least nobody started anything, and their buttocks were able to stick to their legs. However, now that Wei Ying came, the originally spineless brats were influenced by his encouragement, venturing out at night and drinking alcohol however they pleased. The unhealthy practices grew greater and greater. As he had expected, Wei Ying was one of the biggest threats to humanity!

Jiang FengMian replied, “Ying has always been like this. Please take care to discipline him, Mr. Lan.”

And so, Wei WuXian was punished again.

(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)

The boys were all cheating, but Wei Wuxian is the one punished most severely. This happens when he's caught sneaking alcohol, too (though to be fair to Lan Wangji, he probably was only punishing him, and himself alongside him, for being outside after curfew when he threw them off the wall).

Of course, Jiang Cheng didn’t dare to say that Wei WuXian was at fault. Thinking back, it was them who urged Wei WuXian to buy liquor. Each and every one of them should have been punished. He could only speak in a vague way, “It’s fine, it’s fine; it’s not that serious! He can walk. Wei WuXian, why are you still up there?!”

(Chapter 18, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s not entirely unreasonable for the one who gets caught to take the punishment (what’s he going to do, rat his friends out?) but their ready acceptance of this does fit into a pattern.

Jiang Cheng’s top was tied at his waist. Hearing his mother’s chastise, he hastily put it over his head. Madam Yu scolded again, “And you boys! Can’t you see that A-Li’s here? Who taught you brats to dress like this in front of a girl!?”

Of course, it was needless to think who led the group. Thus, Madam Yu’s next sentence, as usual, was “Wei Ying! Do you want to die!?”

[...]

He could still feel some pain in his back, so he tossed the paddles to someone else, sat down, and felt the stinging piece of flesh, “How unfair. Nobody else was wearing anything, but why was I the only one who got scolded and beaten up?”

Jiang Cheng, “Because you hurt the eye the most with no clothes on, for sure.”

[...]

Everyone nodded. Wei WuXian, “Thanks for the praise, you guys. I’m even starting to feel some goose bumps.”

The shidi, “You’re welcome, Da-Shixiong. You protect us every single time. You deserve even more!”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

While we know that Yu Ziyuan is an abusive person in general, she abuses Wei Wuxian far more harshly than anyone else, even the outer disciples. It’s made clear to us in Lotus Seed Pods that she whips him regularly over minor infractions:

Madam Yu was even angrier, “How dare you run! Come back right now and kneel!” As she spoke, she let loose her whip with a flip of her wrist. Wei WuXian felt a searing pain slash across his back. He loudly exclaimed, “Ow!” And almost tripped on the ground.

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

And that his back is heavily scarred from it:

He felt his back, covered in scars both old and new, and still couldn’t hold back the question he’d be thinking about, “How awfully unfair. Why is it that I’m the only one who gets beaten up, whenever something happens?”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

Rumours about this even made it outside of Lotus Pier; during their visit to the ancestral hall years later, Lan Wangji even states that he heard about some of it:

Lan WangJi had on an expression of understanding, “Kneeling as punishment?”

Wei WuXian mused, “How did you know? That’s right. Madam Yu punished me almost every day.”

Lan WangJi nodded, “I have heard of a few things.”

Wei WuXian, “It’s so famous that even people outside Yunmeng, even you Gusu people know—how could it be ‘a few things’? But, to be honest, in all these years, I’ve never seen a second woman whose temper was as bad as Madam Yu’s. She told me to go to the ancestral hall and kneel no matter how small the matter was. Hahaha…”

(Chapter 87, Exiled Rebels translation)

Wei Wuxian’s lower social standing is definitely a part of why Yu Ziyuan is able to abuse him so terribly and receive little to no censure for it. Everyone at Lotus Pier simply takes it for granted, with the exception of Jiang Yanli who at least does try to deflect her mother when she is angry with Wei Wuxian:

Yet, all of a sudden, someone’s quiet voice drifted by Madam Yu’s ear, “Mom, do you want to eat some watermelon…”

[...]

Jiang YanLi almost cried from her mother’s pinching, mumbling, “Mom, A-Xian and the others were hiding here to relieve the heat and I came here on my own. Don’t blame them… Do… Do you want some watermelon… I don’t know who gave them to us, but it’s really sweet. Eating watermelon in the summer is great for cooling down and quenching thirst. I’ll cut them for you…”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

She both tries to deflect her mother from her anger, and also outright states that Wei Wuxian and the other boys weren’t at fault. Jiang Yanli seems to be the only one at Lotus Pier who ever does this.

After the war, Wei Wuxian attends social events at Jiang Cheng’s side but is never quite treated as an equal, either. See how at the Flower Banquet, Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue greet Jiang Cheng but not him:

Suddenly, a voice spoke, “Sect Leader Nie, Sect Leader Lan.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Wei WuXian’s heart jumped. Nie MingJue turned around again. Jiang Cheng came over, dressed in purple, hand on his sword.

And the person standing beside Jiang Cheng was none other than Wei WuXian himself.

He saw himself walk with hands behind his back, wearing all black. A flute in the shade of ink stuck to his waist, hanging down with crimson colored tassels. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Jiang Cheng, he nodded in this direction to show respect. Attitude slightly arrogant, he took on a profound, disdainful appearance. As Wei WuXian saw the stance of his younger self, the root of his teeth even cringed in soreness. He felt that he really was pretentious, and itched to just beat the hell out of himself.

Lan WangJi also saw Wei WuXian, who stood beside Jiang Cheng. The tip of his brows twitched ever so slightly. Soon afterward, his light-colored eyes returned to where they were, still looking forward in that composed way. Jiang Cheng and Nie MingJue nodded at each other with grave faces. Neither had anything unnecessary to say. After a hasty greeting, the two walked their separate ways. Wei WuXian saw his black-clothed self glance around as he finally saw Lan WangJi. He looked as if he was about to speak before Jiang Cheng came over and stood to his side.

(Chapter 49, Exiled Rebels translation)

They then proceed to talk about him and his lack of a sword behind his back, never having said a word to Wei Wuxian himself:

Nie MingJue’s gaze turned over again, “Why does Wei Ying not carry his sword?”

Carrying one’s sword was like wearing formal attire. In such gatherings, it was a non-negligible indication of etiquette. Those from prominent sects saw it as especially important. Lan WangJi responded in a lukewarm tone, “He had probably forgotten.”

Ning MingJue raised a brow, “He can even forget something like this?”

(Chapter 49, Exiled Rebels translation)

At Phoenix Mountain it also seems that Wei Wuxian is conditionally a member of the gentry, but not treated like an equal. Sometimes there are these more cheerful interactions:

Holding the flower, Lan WangJi seemed to be quite cold. His tone seemed cold as well, “Was it you?”

Wei WuXian immediately denied it, “No, it wasn’t.”

The maidens beside him spoke at once, “Don’t believe him. It was him!”

Wei WuXian, “How could you treat a good person like this? I’m getting angry!”

Giggling, the maidens pulled their reins and went to the formations of their own sects. Lan WangJi lowered the hand that he held the flower with and shook his head. Jiang Cheng spoke, “ZeWu-Jun, HanGuang-Jun, apologies. Don’t pay attention to him.”

Lan XiChen smiled, “That is fine. I will thank Young Master Wei’s kindness behind the flower in place of WangJi.”

(Chapter 69, Exiled Rebels translation)

But then he will be publicly disparaged and it is readily accepted by others. Jin Zixun first starts an argument with him by criticising Wei Wuxian for fighting Jin Zixuan, then turns the topic to Wei Wuxian’s having taken a third of the prey in the hunt.

Jin ZiXun, “Wei, just what what do you mean by going against ZiXuan so many times?”

[...]

Jin ZiXun sneered, “How is it presumptuous? How is any part of you not presumptuous? Today, in such an important hunt involving all of the sects, you really showed off your abilities, didn’t you? One third of the prey have been taken by you. You sure feel pleased, don’t you?”

[...]

He mocked, “But it’s only natural that you don’t think you’re in the wrong. It’s not the first time that Young Master Wei has disregarded the rules. You didn’t wear your sword in both last time’s flower banquet and this time’s hunt. It’s such a grand event, and you care nothing for courtesy. In what regard to you hold us, the people who are present with you?”

[...]

No disciple had ever dared say such lofty words in front of so many people. A moment later, as Jin ZiXun finally regained his composure, he yelled, “Wei WuXian! You’re only the son of a servant—how dare you be so bold!!!”

(Chapters 69-70, Exiled Rebels translation)

Naturally, Jin Zixun is able to weasel out of giving an apology, even though Jiang Yanli demands one. And guess who also takes a third of the prey, but this time without any censure?

Jin GuangYao, “In reality, not only did Young Master Wei keep a third of the prey to himself, our eldest brother has eliminated over half of the fays and the monsters as well.”

Hearing this, Lan XiChen laughed, “That is how Brother is like, after all.”

(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)

Never a Brother

As I’ve already mentioned, Wei Wuxian was never adopted by Jiang Fengmian, or adopted into the clan in general in even a distant way. And this nebulous ‘we’re letting you live with the main family as a charity, but you aren’t really one of us’ attitude also reflects in his relationship with Jiang Yanli.

I’ve already discussed how Wei Wuxian was more like a companion servant to Jiang Cheng than a brother. It’s also worth noting quickly that neither of them ever refers to the other as a brother. Wei Wuxian refers to Jiang Cheng as his shidi a few times, and Jiang Cheng never even refers to him as his shixiong (because Jiang Cheng views him as his servant, not as even a martial brother, I’d argue).

Only one member of the Jiang family ever does use familial terms to refer to Wei Wuxian: his shijie, Jiang Yanli. At Phoenix Mountain, when Wei Wuxian is being insulted by Jin Zixun, Jiang Yanli stands up and defends him, and states clearly that she considers Wei Wuxian a little brother:

The people who gathered around Jin ZiXun had on the same dark faces as he did. Yet, taking into consideration Jiang YanLi’s background, they didn’t dare talk back to her directly.

Jiang YanLi added, “Besides, hunting is hunting, so why bring the matter of discipline to the table? A-Xian is a disciple of the YunmengJiang Sect. He grew up with my brother and I, and so he’s as close as a brother is to me. Calling him the ‘son of a servant’—I’m sorry, but I won’t accept this. And thus…”

She straightened her back and raised her voice, “I hope that Young Master Jin ZiXun would apologize to Wei WuXian of the YunmengJiang Sect!”

(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)

It doesn’t come through in the Exiled Rebels translation, but she actually refers to Wei Wuxian as her didi in this scene, not her shidi. She’s trying to draw a line and state that Wei Wuxian is a part of the family. However, no one takes her seriously, and shortly afterwards we see Jin-furen insisting that Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian shouldn’t be walking alone together because it would be inappropriate.

Jiang YanLi whispered, “That’s not necessary. I’d like to have a few words with A-Xian. He can walk me back.”

Madam Jin raised her brows, looking Wei WuXian up and down. Her gaze was somewhat cautious, as if she was feeling displeased, “A young man and a young woman—you two can’t stick together all the time if nobody else is present.”

Jiang YanLi, “A-Xian is my younger brother.”

[...]

Wei WuXian lowered his head, “Excuse my absence, Madam Jin.”

He and Jiang YanLi bowed at the same time. As they turned around to leave, Madam Jin grabbed Jiang YanLi’s hand and refused to let her leave.

(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jin Zixuan also never treats Wei Wuxian the way one might a brother who is still angered with him over his past dismissive treatment of his sister. For example, see their argument at the Flower Banquet:

Before he could see how Lan WangJi reacted, a series of clamor suddenly came from the other end of the base. Wei WuXian heard his own raging shout, “Jin ZiXuan! Don’t you forget about what things you said and what things you did? What do you mean by this, now?!”

Wei WuXian remembered. So it was this time!

On the other side, Jin ZiXuan also fumed, “I was asking Sect Leader Jiang, not you! The one I was asking about was also Maiden Jiang. How is that related to you?!”

[...]

Jin ZiXuan, “Sect Leader Jiang—this is our sect’s flower banquet, and this is your sect’s person! Are you going to look after him or not?!”

[...]

...Jiang Cheng’s voice came, “Wei WuXian, you can just shut your mouth. Young Master Jin, I’m sorry. My sister is doing quite well. Thank you for your concern. We can talk about this next time.”

Wei WuXian laughed coldly, “Next time? There is no next time! Whether or not she’s doing well isn’t any of his business, either! Who does he think he is?”

He turned around and started to leave. Jiang Cheng shouted, “Get back here! Where are you going?”

Wei WuXian waved his hands, “Anywhere is fine! Just don’t let me see that face of his. I never wanted to come, anyway. You can deal with whatever’s here yourself.”

Having been abandoned by Wei WuXian, Jiang Cheng’s face immediately clouded over.

[...]

Jiang Cheng stowed away the clouds on his face, “Don’t mind him. Look at how impolite he is. He’s used to such rude behavior at home.”

He then began to converse with Jin ZiXuan.

(Chapter 49, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng also quietly dismisses the notion of Wei Wuxian as a brother in relation to Jiang Yanli; when they visit to show him her wedding dress and she asks for a courtesy name, Jiang Cheng specifically says:

Jiang Cheng, “The courtesy name of my unborn nephew.”

(Chapter 75, Exiled Rebels translation)

Not our nephew, mine.

Even the disastrous invitation to Jin Ling’s one month celebration is framed as a favour to an old shidi, not a family member:

Jin ZiXun, “Since you’ve heard it from him already, you should know that I can’t wait. Don’t tell me that you’ll disregard your brother’s life for the sake of Sister-in-Law’s shidi?!”

Jin ZiXuan, “You clearly know that I’m not that kind of person! He might not necessarily be the one who cursed you with Hundred Holes either. Why are you so rash? I was the one who invited Wei WuXian to A-Ling’s full-month celebration anyways. If this is the way you do things, where does that leave me? Where does it leave my wife?”

Jin ZiXun raised his voice, “It’s best if he doesn’t attend! What does Wei WuXian think he is—does he deserve to attend our sect’s banquet? Whoever touches him gets nothing but a splash of black! ZiXuan, when you invited him, weren’t you worried that you, Sister-in-Law and A-Ling would receive an irremovable stain for the rest of your lives?!”

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s clear that not only does wider society not consider Wei Wuxian and the Jiangs siblings...they themselves don’t, either. Wei Wuxian, after all, readily accepts that his relationship with them is over after he leaves the sect:

Before they parted, Jiang Cheng spoke, “We won’t see you off. It wouldn’t be good if someone saw us.”

Wei WuXian nodded. He understood that it wasn’t easy for the Jiang siblings to have come out here. If someone else saw them, all those things they did for the public to believe would be wasted. He spoke, “We’ll go first.”

[...]

He turned around, knowing that it’d be a long time before he’d get to see the people he was familiar with again.

But… right now, wasn’t he on his way to seeing people he was familiar with as well?

(Chapter 75, Exiled Rebels translation)

Cast Aside

The way cultivation society treats Wei Wuxian when he is not with the Jiangs is also very revealing. Any level of respect he is given is contingent on his position in the Jiang household, and when they aren’t around that minimal respect fades away. Look at how disrespectfully he is treated when he approaches Jin Zixun to ask for Wen Ning’s location.

Wei WuXian didn’t make small talk either, getting straight to the point, “No thanks. I don’t.” He nodded slightly at Jin ZiXun, “Young Master Jin, could I please have a word with you?”

Jin ZiXun, “If you have anything to say, come after our banquet is over.”

In reality, he didn’t want to talk to Wei WuXian at all. Wei WuXian could see this as well, “How long do I have to wait?”

Jin ZiXun, “Probably around six to eight hours. Or maybe ten to twelve. Or until tomorrow.”

Wei WuXian, “I’m afraid I can’t wait for that long.”

Jin ZiXun’s voice was arrogant, “You’ll have to wait even if you can’t.”

Jin GuangYao, “Young Master Wei, what do you need ZiXun for? Is it a pressing matter?”

Wei WuXian, “Pressing indeed. It allows for no delay.”

[...]

Jin ZiXun, “Wei WuXian, what do you mean? You came for him? You aren’t standing up for a Wen-dog, are you?”

Wei WuXian wore a broad grin, “Since when is it your business whether I’d like to stand up for him or cut his head off? Just give him to me!”

At the last sentence, the grin on his face vanished. His tone turned cold as well. It was clear that he had lost his patience. Many of the people within Glamor Hal shivered in fear. Jin ZiXun felt his scalp tingle as well. Yet, his anger soon soared. He shouted, “Wei WuXian, you are too bold! Did the LanlingJin Sect invite you today? And you dare run wild here. Do you really think that you’re invincible, that nobody has the courage to confront you? Do you want to overturn the Heavens?”

Wei WuXian smiled, “You’re comparing yourself to the Heavens? Excuse my language, but your face is a little too thick, isn’t it?”

[...]

Just as he was about to rebut, sitting on the foremost seat, Jin GuangShan spoke up.

His voice seemed kind, “It’s not anything too important anyways. You youngsters, why lose your tempers over such a thing? However, Young Master Wei, let me be fair here. Barging in when the LanlingJin Sect is holding a private banquet is indeed inappropriate.”

To say that Jin GuangShan didn’t mind what happened at Phoenix Mountain would be impossible. This was also why he only smiled when Jin ZiXun bickered with Wei WuXian but didn’t stop them, and only spoke up when Jin ZiXun was at the disadvantage.

Wei WuXian nodded, “Sect Leader Jin, it was never my intention to disturb your private banquet. My apologies. However, the whereabouts of the people whom Young Master Jin took are still unclear. Just a moment of delay, and it might be too late. One of the group had once saved me before. I will definitely not sit back and watch. Please do not feel pressured. I will make amends for this at a later date.”

[...]

After a few laughs, he continued, “Sect Leader Jin, let me ask you something else. Do you think that, because the QishanWen Sect is gone, the LanlingJin Sect has all right to replace it?”

All was silent within Glamor Hall.

Wei WuXian added, “Everything has to be given to you? Everyone has to listen to you? Looking at how the LanlingJin Sect does things, I almost thought that it was the QishanWen Sect’s empire all over again.”

[...]

A guest cultivator on his right shouted, “Wei WuXian! Watch your words!”

Wei WuXian, “Did I say something wrong? Forcing living people to be bait and beating them up whenever they refused to obey—is this any different from what the QishanWen Sect does?”

Another guest cultivator stood up, “Of course it’s different. The Wen-dogs did all kinds of evil. To arrive at such an end is only karma for them. We only avenged a tooth for a tooth, letting them taste the fruit that they themselves had sown. What’s wrong with this?”

Wei WuXian, “Take revenge on the ones who bite you. Wen Ning’s branch doesn’t have much blood on their hands. Don’t tell me that you find them guilty by association?”

Another person spoke, “Young Master Wei, is it that they don’t have much blood on their hands just because you say so? These are only your one-sided words. Where’s the evidence?”

[...]

Jin GuangShan stood up as well, his face a mixture of shock, anger, fear, and hatred, “Wei WuXian! Just because… Sect Leader Jiang isn’t here doesn’t mean you can be so reckless!”

Wei WuXian’s voice was harsh, “Do you think that I wouldn’t be reckless if he were here? If I wanted to kill someone, who could stop me, and who would dare stop me?!”

[...]

“Young Master Wei really is too impulsive. How could he speak in such a way in front of so many sects?”

Lan WangJi spoke coldly, “Was he wrong?”

Jin GuangYao paused almost unnoticeably. He immediately laughed, “Haha. Yes, he’s right. But it’s because he’s right that he can’t say it in front of them, correct?”

Lan XiChen seemed as if he was deep in thought, “Young Master Wei’s heart really has changed.”

(Chapter 72, Exiled Rebels translation)

The only person at this banquet who speaks to Wei Wuxian respectfully is Jin Guangyao, a consummate manipulator who is also of a lower social status. Everyone else speaks to him dismissively, refusing to respect his request for Wen Ning’s location even though he states that Wen Ning helped him during the war. Wei Wuxian is extremely polite at the beginning of this conversation, and only slowly begins to lose his temper when Jin Zixun speaks rudely and Jin Guangshan decides to bring up the matter of the Yinhufu (Wei Wuxian is right in suspecting him of wanting to replace Qishan Wen, of course, and that it’s very bold of them to think they have the right to a spiritual tool of his just because...they’re rich?).

When the sects meet at Koi Tower to discuss the breakout at Qiongqi Path, no one considers Wei Wuxian as an independent agent who they might actually want to meet and negotiate with themselves. He is a wayward servant of Yunmeng Jiang who the sect leader has failed to keep in hand.

Jiang Cheng only spoke after a few moments, “What he did was indeed a bit too much. Sect Leader Jin, I apologize to you in place of him. If there’s any way at all to help the situation, please let me know. I’ll definitely compensate for things however I can.”

[...]

Jin GuangShan, “Sect Leader Jiang, Wei Ying is your right-hand man. You value him a lot. All of us know this. However, on the other hand, it’s hard to tell whether or not he actually respects you. In any case, I’ve been a sect leader for so many years and I’ve never seen the servant of any sect dare be so arrogant, so proud. Have you heard what they say outside? Things like how during the Sunshot Campaign the victories of the YunmengJiang Sect were all because of Wei WuXian alone—what nonsense!”

[...]

Lan WangJi sat with his back straight, speaking in a tone of absolute tranquility, “I did not hear Wei Ying say this. I did not hear him express the slightest disrespect towards Sect Leader Jiang either.”

[...]

The good thing was that, not long after he felt awkward, Jin GuangYao came to save the day, exclaiming, “Really? That day, Young Master Wei busted into Koi Tower with such force. He said too many things, one more shocking than the next. Perhaps he said a few things that were along those lines. I can’t remember them either.”

[...]

Jin GuangShan followed the transition, “That’s right. Anyhow, his attitude has always been arrogant.”

One of the sect leaders added, “To be honest, I’ve wanted to say this since a long time ago. Although Wei WuXian did a few things during the Sunshot Campaign, there are many guest cultivators who did more than him. I’ve never seen anyone as full of themselves as him. Excuse my bluntness, but he’s the son of a servant. How could the son of a servant be so arrogant?”

[...]

“In the beginning, Sect Leader Jin asked Wei Ying for the Tiger Seal with nothing but good intentions, worried that he wouldn’t be able to control it and lead to a disaster. He, however, used his own yardstick to measure another’s intents. Did he think that everyone is after his treasure? What a joke. In terms of treasures, is there any sect that doesn’t hold a few treasures?”

“I knew that something would eventually happen if he continued on the ghostly path—look! His killing intents are being revealed already. Killing indiscriminately those from our side just because of a few Wen-dogs…”

[...]

Jin GuangShan continued, “Sect Leader Jiang, you’re not like your father. It’s just been a couple of years since the reestablishment of the YunmengJiang Sect, precisely when you should be displaying your power. And he doesn’t even know to avoid suspicions. What would the Jiang Sect’s new disciples think if they saw him? Don’t tell me you’d let them see him as their role model and look down on you?”

He spoke one sentence after another, striking the iron while it was still hot. Jiang Cheng spoke slowly, “Sect Leader Jin, that’s enough. I’ll go to Burial Mound and deal with this.”

Jin GuangShan felt satisfied, speaking in a sincere tone, “That’s the spirit. Sect Leader Jiang, there are some things, some people that you shouldn’t put up with.”

(Chapter 73, Exiled Rebels translation)

This is very reminiscent of the way that Jin Zixuan would often turn around and say, ‘Why aren’t you controlling your servant?’ to Jiang Cheng whenever he had a dispute with Wei Wuxian over his treatment of Jiang Yanli.

When Jiang Cheng goes to the Burial Mounds and Wei Wuxian defects from Yunmeng Jiang in order to help the sect save face, Jiang Cheng treats this as a personal betrayal. He not only challenges Wei Wuxian to a duel but then announces that Wei Wuxian has betrayed Yunmeng Jiang and declared himself the enemy of cultivation society:

After the fight, Jiang Cheng told the outside that Wei WuXian defected from the sect and was an enemy to the entire cultivation world. The YunmengJiang Sect had already cast him out. From then on, no ties remained between them—a clear line was drawn. Henceforth, no matter what he did, they’d have nothing to do with the YunmengJiang Sect!

(Chapter 73, Exiled Rebels translation)

“Wei Wuxian has betrayed the sect, and publicly regards all cultivation sects as enemy! Yunmeng Jiang Sect hereby expels him, breaking all ties with him and drawing a clear line between us. Henceforth, no matter what this person does, it will have nothing to do with Yunmeng Jiang Sect!”

(Modao Zushi Radio Drama, Season 3 Episode 5, Suibian Subs)

Naturally, no one ever questions this or wants to hear Wei Wuxian’s side of the story. Jiang Cheng is a sect leader and Wei Wuxian his servant, and that is all cultivation society needs to know.

In Conclusion

Wei Wuxian was never really part of the Jiang family. The wider social view was that he was a servant who was lucky to be taken in by the family and allowed to live in the main house alongside the sect leader’s children. He’s accepted into cultivation society conditionally, but only as someone who remains a rank below everyone else.

This attitude isn’t just the wider social view which the family themselves disregard; they all play into it. Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Cheng both actively enforce it, Jiang Fengmian passively enforces it, and Jiang Yanli tries but fails to break through the social barriers between them.

#mdzs #mdzs meta #modao zushi

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ela-loomis · 3 years

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Omg can't believe you're back! Can I request some generally fluffy hcs for Michael?

Hi Ducky!! Yes of course <3

Michael Myers HCs

- We're in October, so let me offer you this: HALLOWEEN FESTIVITIES WITH MICHAEL

- Don't take him pumpkin picking. Why? Because he's going to end up in an unspoken competition with all the other guys who've been dragged to the pumpkin patch by their S/Os and they're all going to throw their backs out trying to carry the biggest pumpkins home.

- Yes, this includes Michael; he may be supernaturally strong, but his lifting technique? Nonexistent. Save everyone the trouble and the testosterone and bring the pumpkins home yourself.

- Once the pumpkins have been acquired, get ready to clean up stray seeds and pulp for the next week; pumpking carving with Michael is a messy endeavor. Seriously, he’s even going to get it on your ceiling, somehow.

- He insists on scooping the “guts” out with his hands, because he’s a heathen. He’s absolutely going to give you the Exasperated Look of Doom when you push him out of the way and use a big spoon to scoop the rest of the seeds out, but it will mostly be for show; he’s not really a fan of the squash-y smell.

- He ends up getting super focused on carving into his pumpkin, and the end result is a really pretty and detailed design rather than a standard Jack O’Lantern face. Yes, this does means he’s going to judge your pumpkin carving skills (or lack thereof.)

- Don’t even try to get between him and his Halloween candy. Doesn’t matter that Halloween is weeks away, he’s eating his mini snickers bars now. If you point out that the candy is for future trick-or-treaters, the look he’ll give you will bring to mind the wise words of Lil Yachty. Man, fuck them kids, bro.

- MICHAEL IS A SLUT FOR APPLE CIDER. It doesn’t matter what type of apples were used, what spices are in it, where it came from; someone could put arsenic in it and he’d still chug it. Part of you might get annoyed that you never get any, but let’s be real, the relief of seeing him ingest something mildly healthy will cancel out the irritation.

- You have two options when it comes to couples’ costumes; a “final victim” and a murderer, or sheet ghosts. Not the most exciting options, but the fact that he’s willing to dress up at all is a miracle. (Read: the sheer volume of sugar he’s ingested this month has gotten to his brain a bit and made him less of a Grump™)

- A nice loophole to exploit: he didn’t specify which final victim/murderer duo, so if you come home with, oh, I don’t know, a hockey mask, or a Ghostface one, he’ll begrudginly swap outfits, just this once. No, it has nothing to do with the fact that your excitment about his agreement is painfully cute. Stop giggling, go get your costume on, or something.

- MIchael is absolutely catching a cold when it starts coolig down outside, and he’s absolutely going to be a baby about it. This is both a blessing and a curse for you.

- Blessing: he’s not going to leave nearly as much, nor will he be as inclined to get up and walk away if you do something annoying and/or cute. He’s also going to be far less prickly, and almost *whispers* cuddly while he’s under the weather. Sure, he’s not going to go find you and ask for a hug, but if you come hug him, he’ll hug you back without the usual eye rolling and dramatic sighing!

- Curse: he’s not getting his ass off the couch for 2 days, minimum, and he’s going to demand that you bring him anything he asks for. He’s only slightly less intimidating while he’s sick, so you’re definitely going to get your exercise while caring for him and his man-cold.

- Should you get sick (most likely thanks to him) he’ll be quite considerate. He’s not going to bring you everything you ask for, nor will he hang around to watch you cough and sniffle. But, when you wake up the next morning, the waste basket next to your bed will be empty, there will be medicine sitting on your nightstand, and sweetly enough, you’ll find that you were tucked into bed :<

- Nope, Michael has no idea how any of that happened. Must’ve been a ghost. Shut up, how would he know what a ghost does?! You can’t see it, obviously, but you know he’s blushing under the mask, no matter how hard he glares.

#reply #went for more new gen/can live without the mask for a bit mikey for these hcs #because i feel like i don't do enough with the new gen version of him tbh #also can you imagine him glaring at a bunch of dudes in flannels holding a giant ass pumpkin #slasher headcanons #slasher hcs #slasher x reader #michael myers x reader #Michael Myers #slasher imagines

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th0tfairy · 3 years

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For @iamsorrypapi who wanted bkg breeding u while kirishima watches 😩 hope u enjoy!

maladjusted barbaric bakugou x you

breeding - impregnation - voyeurism

💥❤️💥

Attempting to domesticate Katsuki is a work in progress. You’re patient with him because you realize it takes a long time to unlearn what you’ve always known, but you can’t keep letting him embarrass you at the grocery store when he starts picking produce off the stands and just eating them in the middle of the store.

The concept of money still eludes him, and he can’t quite wrap his mind around table manners yet. Doing anything in public with Katsuki is an event in and of itself.

Not that he’s any better in the privacy of your own home. If anything, he’s a lot worse. He’s grabby and destructive and way way waaaaaay too loud.

It feels like your raising a child every time you ask him to use his inside voice. A towering, massive, muscular child. One that could hurt you with a hug.

His huge arms are wrapping around your waist again, pulling you closer to him. You’ve always been insecure about the cellulite on your ass and thighs but he’s always drooled at the sight.

“When are we starting our family?” He asks casually.

You sigh.

You’ve tried time and time again to explain to him that you’re unprepared to have a child. He of courses refuses to listen and insists that your instincts will kick in once you’re pregnant.

“What did we say about birth control?”

You’ve tried to teach him the importance of pulling out, but he doesn’t wanna hear it. He scoffs and says you’ll come around soon enough.

Well, it just figures you’d come around while he has one of his friends over. And not a friend he’d made in the city, a friend from back home, he claims.

The friend is kind and means well, but you can feel his eyes searing into your body as you try to cook a meal with the gutted boar he’d brought as a gift.

He helps you prepare the roast and you feel his rough fingers stumble every now and then, feeling your soft body up.

Katsuki’s just walking in with a bag of potatoes when he sees Kirishima’s hands under your apron. You drop the wooden spoon you’ve been stirring the soup with and gasp. You’ve seen him angry before, but all those times seem to pale in comparison now.

He throws the sack on the floor and crosses the kitchen in two large strides. Kirishima removes his hands from your body but the damage is done. Katsuki kicks him into a seat and hauls you closer.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he seethes into your ear. You think you’re missing something. You didn’t do anything.

“Wha—?”

Katsuki grabs a handful of your ass, fingernail digging into your soft flesh and croons when you whine at the pain. “Don’t play dumb. Why were you letting someone else put their hands on you?”

You bite your lip to prevent yourself from crying out. You don’t remember letting either of them touch you.

“What about you, kirishima?” He snaps. “I bring you over to my new home and this is how you repay me? Running your hands all over the mother of my children?”

Kirishima sulks in his seat. “I didn’t realize she was pregnant.”

“I’m not,” you cry, trying to push yourself away. Katsuki shoves the cutting board out of the way so he can bend you over the counter.

“Yet.” He corrects and in one swift motion, you feel him pull your underwear down. You gasp onto the backsplash of your kitchen tile. “Katsuki—“

He crouches over to spread your legs. You feel his strong hands keeping your thighs separated while his teeth skirt along your cellulite. You yelp when Katsuki suddenly takes a bite from your ass cheek.

“How could you let another man touch this juicy ass?” He murmurs around your skin as he kisses the bite. “Thought it was for me.”

“It’s for me!” You remind him indignantly, like he isn’t parting your folds. “My body is for me. Not you.”

He sinks a long finger into your slit, effectively silencing you. “It’s for my children,”

You arch your back at the contact and clench around him. “So warm,” he mutters, sticking another inside.

You look over to see Kirishima watching you get fingered as Katsuki goes in knuckle deep and wiggles his digits around. You’ve seen his dick before, but having it pressed up against your ass like this feels different.

It doesn’t help that you haven’t let him have sex all week.

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. You feel yourself get wetter until you’re dripping down your thighs. Katsuki rustles behind you.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he tells Kirishima, not even giving him the luxury of looking at you. He kicks his pants off and slicks himself up between your runny thighs.

You feel his strong fingers wrap around the rolls on your waist. He tickles in between the folds as his erection bumps up along your slit. The head is fat and swollen, you don’t think it’ll even fit.

With a slight groan, Katsuki pops the head between your trembling legs. You grasp onto anything on the counter to help yourself get a grip, but all you can hold onto is the handles on the cupboard while he pushes the rest of his fat dick in.

The stretch burns but you can’t do anything except arch your back further and keep yourself still for him. Katsuki moves one hand from your fleshy waist to your breast and squeezes.

“A cozy home for my children and two lovely breasts to feed them.” He says into your neck. “You really are so perfect”

Somehow you can feel the veins in his dick as he pumps himself in and out of your hot cunt. You look over to the side. Kirishima respectfully looks away but you can see him rut against the chair, his own dickprint apparent in his pants.

Katsuki sucks a kiss into your shoulder before biting you again. “So soft,”

You start mewling at his deep strokes. You feel your body rock with his, chub moving back and forth with his thrusts. He’s close, you can tell by the way he grips your elbows to drill into you.

“Pull out,” You murmur around your own arousal. You still have enough presence of mind to remember safe sex.

Katsuki chuckles into your ear before biting down hard on your lobe, punishing you for even suggesting such a thing.

“If you think I’m wasting a drop of my seed anywhere outside of your womb, you’ve lost your mind.”

He kneads the rolls of your soft tummy as he continues to give one, two, three hard strokes before pulling your hips back. Your ass cheeks hit his thighs with a loud smack and then all you can feel is intense heat shooting up your pussy.

There’s a beam of molten cum leaking inside your womb. You’re almost certain there’s a kid inside you after that.

You clench up at the warmth and cry out as you grind your clit on the drawer knob. You’re soaked down your legs with he pulls out.

Katsuki pulls both your clothes back on as he catches his breath.

“Get out of my house,” he tells Kirishima while you wobble out of his grip. You can barely stand up straight.

“And you,” he smacks your belly, “Go lie down until one of my children attaches.”

🧡🧡🧡

#bakugou x y/n #bnha imagines #bakugou x reader #bnha smut #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugou x you #bakugou smut #kirishima smut #eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima smut headcannons #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x you

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tsukishumai · 3 years

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pairing: miya osamu x gn!reader genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, slow burn word count: 3.2k summary: In which Osamu finds that the stranger lurking outside his store window has a connection to his restaurant that he could have never expected.

Osamu remembers every single face that has walked through the doors of Onigiri Miya since the day they’ve opened. He has yet to hire another worker, manning all stations of his business himself. The rush hours always provided him with a bit of a heavy work load, but Osamu has learned a lot about diligence and patience. Business had been good enough; traffic was steady throughout the day, and he had his fair share of regulars whose orders he had already memorized.

The stuffy, salt-and-pepper haired man in the pressed three-piece suit always ordered two umeboshi onigiri and a medium iced green tea. The kind old woman that ran the shop across the street would come in for his salted salmon, and if he had extra, Osamu would throw in an extra tuna mayo. She’d always smile and give him a pat on the shoulder, her eyes crinkling in a way that reminded Osamu of his grandmother.

It was when the shopkeeper had slowly walked out of his establishment and back to her own that Osamu noticed you standing a few feet away from his storefront. You had been wearing a face mask, but Osamu could see that you were staring at his sign. Your eyes squinted at the block letters that looked down at you, before they trailed down to land directly on Osamu. You seemed a little startled at the fact that his eyes were already staring at you, but you were standing outside his restaurant, weren’t you?

Before he could lift a hand to wave you in, you quickly turned and walked away.

Every few days, either during the dinner or lunch rush, Osamu would catch a glimpse of you outside of his restaurant. You’d stare at his sign for a few seconds; maybe glance at the menu board that stood a few feet away from his entrance, or look at the pictures of his full menu taped to the restaurant window. he would see the way you studied each item, yet you always walked the opposite direction.

It bothered Osamu. Why didn’t you want to come in? Did his menu look boring? Was his sign uninviting? Is his decoration too traditional? Should he have made it look a little more modern? He grumbled to himself about it each time you peeked in, and walked away. Why do you bother coming so often if you didn’t want to try his food? Osamu huffed.

It wasn’t until four weeks later, when Osamu had posted three brand new flavors on his menu board that you finally deemed his restaurant worthy enough to step in.

You had stopped by a little bit later than usual today, the dinner rush had come and gone, and the only ones left in the restaurant were you and Osamu. He stood patiently waiting behind his counter, desperately trying to look busy and as if he hasn’t been waiting for this moment for weeks.

He waited until you were close enough to his counter to say his greetings. You nodded at him in acknowledgment, taking a seat at the bar in front of him. He handed you a menu, and your eyes roved over the words as if they hadn’t done so dozens of times prior.

“Can I get ya anything to drink?” He asked, and you took off the baseball cap you had been wearing, setting it down on the counter beside you. Your finger hooks along the ear loop of your face mask and Osamu realizes he’s seeing your face for the first time. You place the piece of cloth in your pocket, and Osamu fights the heat across his cheeks.

“Just water,” you said, and Osamu was quick to set a fresh glass down in front of you.

“What’ll it be?” He asked after a few moments, adjusting the bill of his hat and settling his hand on his hip.

You hum a little, tapping your finger against your lips before you reply. “I’ll have the combo #2 with the gyoza.”

Osamu nodded, “What two flavors onigiri would you like?”

“For the first one, I’ll have your most popular flavor,” you say, before closing the menu and handing it back to him, “I’ll let you choose the second one.”

Osamu raised an eyebrow at your odd request, but nods anyway, putting the menu away and walking back to give his hands a quick wash.

He begins to gather his ingredients when he noticed you take out a notepad and a pen from your bag, placing it on the counter in front of your water.

“So,” he says, starting the process of making his number one seller (salted salmon), “What was it?”

“Excuse me?” You asked, pausing the drink that was half way to your lips. “What was what?”

“Well, ya stood outside for weeks, so I gotta know,” Osamu said, placing the delicate filling into the ball of rice he was kneading in his palm, “What made ya decide to finally come in?”

You tightened your lips, awkwardly setting the cup back down on the counter and placing a palm on your forehead.

“I was that obvious?”

“Were ya trying not to be?” He laughed, looking at you expectantly.

“It was the flavors on your board,” you finally replied, leaning back in your seat, “There was one that my grandfather used to make.”

Osamu smiled to himself, wrapping his first finished onigiri in the seaweed he had roasted earlier that day, placing it gently on a serving platter and moving over to make the next rice ball.

“That’s a coincidence,” Osamu said, “Your grandfather must have had great taste.”

“He used to own a restaurant,” you blurted out, and Osamu hummed.

“You’re kidding,” he said, “Whereabouts?”

You nibbled on your bottom lip, shifting your eyes side to side as if debating on whether you wanted to divulge him in your greatest secret. Eventually, you leaned forward, resting your elbow on the counter and placing your chin in your palm. “Actually, it was this one.”

Osamu’s fingers froze. “Ya don’t mean—?”

You nodded excitedly. Osamu lets out a scoff. “Now you’re just messin’ with me.”

“No, I swear!” A bright smile erupted across your cheeks as you jumped a little in your seat, “My grandparents used to own this restaurant.”

“I thought this was a boutique before I bought it?” Osamu questioned, putting his final touches on the second rice ball.

“It was,” you agreed, taking a sip from your water, “They owned this place until I was in high school, and sold it before they retired somewhere in the mountains. It’s been a few different stores since, but this is the first time it’s become a restaurant again. I was pretty surprised when I first saw it.”

Osamu felt an odd sensation of pride began to brew in his chest, shown in the way he sprinkled his sesame seeds a little extra forcefully.

“Well,” he said, placing the plate of two perfect onigiri right on the counter in front of you, “I hope I do this place some justice.”

You smiled, and Osamu found himself smiling with you. He pointed out the shake on the left, and the surprise flavor on the right. You nodded, intrigued, picking up the onigiri lying on the left side.

Osamu makes the gyoza while you take your first bite, nearly pumping his fist in victory when he sees you close your eyes in satisfaction, the tension he didn’t even know you carried slowly melting from your shoulders. He sees you quickly jot down comments on the notepad next to you, and Osamu tries to peek at what you wrote when he gives you the gyoza.

“Ya jottin’ down comments about my food?” He joked, and you jumped a little at his voice, “Got any suggestions, then?”

You smile sheepishly, “It’s just a little hobby of mine.”

He nods, grabbing a towel and wiping down the counter that he had just used. “Well, ya let me know if ya need anything else.”

“It’s just you working tonight?” You ask, grabbing your chopsticks and picking up a piece of gyoza.

“It’s just me every night,” he chuckled.

Your eyes widened as you chewed on your food, swallowing with a loud gulp.

“Doesn’t that get exhausting?” You ask, quickly jotting down your notes before diverting your attention back to him.

Osamu just shrugged. “I poured my everything into something I didn’t love half as much as cooking. This is just how I know how to do things.”

You tilted your head to the side, “What did you do before this?”

Osamu takes a deep breath as he lifts his hat up a little bit to ruffle his fingers through his hair. He flips the cap around and puts it on backwards, his vision no longer half covered by the bill of his hat and he can now look at you fully. He almost wants to laugh because no one has ever asked him that version of this question before. It was always, ‘What are you going to be doing after volleyball?’

He hated the fact that any answer other than ‘I’m going to play professionally’ was deemed a shame, or a waste. For Osamu, he didn’t want to waste another second not pursuing his passion.

So it was refreshing to tell you about volleyball as if it was just a footnote in his food journey; something that he had done prior to finally recognizing his actual potential.

You gawked at him in disbelief, “Volleyball? Were you even any good?”

Osamu actually recoiled in offense, “I’ll have ya know I was on a team that went to nationals three years in a row.”

You raised your eyebrows appreciatively, and Osamu straightened a little.

“So why food?” You question him again, and Osamu wonders if you’re always this inquisitive. He’s answered this question hundreds of times, swore up and down that he would shoot the next person that even dared to say ‘Why food?’ in front of him. Yet for some reason, he felt more than happy to divulge you.

“Because food is more than just something ya eat when you’re hungry. It’s coming back from a long trip, and it’s the warmth that spreads through your body when ya eat your mom’s cooking for the first time. That taste of victory that spreads across your tongue when ya go out for a meal with your pals after a game. The sensation of closing your eyes in satisfaction when ya take a bite out of a fresh onigiri after a long day,” you pause your scribbles at that moment, looking up to shoot him a playful glare. Osamu chuckled and continued, “It’s laughter shared around the table, and memories made over a plate that makes food more than just nourishment for our body, but also for our soul.”

Osamu feels his cheeks heat up as he finishes his speech, embarrassment beginning to sink in at the end of his long tangent. You looked at him with a soft look on your face as you finished the last bite of your first onigiri, and dusted your fingers from any stray grains of rice.

“Words to live by,” you commented, lifting your glass of water up in agreement before tilting it back for a drink.

He let out a breath of relief that lasted only a second when he saw you reach over to pick up the onigiri with toppings he picked out for you. He held his breath as you took a bite, not expecting to see your eyes widen so fast, snapping your head down to the innocent rice ball that now sported a bite mark.

“Shio kombu cheese?” you say hurriedly, holding the onigiri closer to your face.

Osamu steps forward, “Do ya like it?”

You take another bite, chewing slowly, savoring the flavors as they melded in your mouth, and your eyes nearly begin to water.

“I never thought someone other than my grandfather would be weird enough to come up with this,” you laughed, scarfing down the rice ball in less than two seconds. “Yet here it is.”

“It’s not weird,” he defended, “It’s refined.”

You laugh as you dive into a story from your childhood spent sitting in this exact restaurant. Osamu listens intently as you recount how many different failed recipes your grandfather had forced you to ty and review, helping him decide what to put on the menu, or which combinations would bring in the businessmen that always seemed to just walk passed the restaurant.

He tells you of the tantrum his brother threw when he told him he was quitting volleyball, but still, Atsumu was his first sale. You pester him about his secret ingredient, and give him an incredulous look when he says it’s the rice. (“My old volleyball captain is a rice farmer.” “… what an interesting volleyball team.”)

The furniture was different, and the lay out was unfamiliar, but the atmosphere around Osamu’s counter had brought you right back into your childhood, reminding you of all the reasons why you loved what you did in the first place.

Long after your plates had been emptied, and the hour hand on the clock had extended way passed closing time, you finally paid for your meal, stood up from your seat and prepared to take your leave.

“Thank you for the meal, and the conversation,” you lean forward to read his name tag, “Miya-san.”

“Osamu,” he corrects, and raises an eyebrow at you.

You tell him your name, and Osamu repeats it in his mind over and over again.

“Come back soon,” he calls out his usual greeting as you walked out the door, but it felt different when he said it to you.

“I will,” you smile, waving a hand before stepping into the night, leaving Osamu with a dizzy head and fluttering stomach.

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In the following weeks since his late night encounter with you, Onigiri Miya had ceased to be a simple stop along someone’s route to work, or an afterthought on the way home.

One could imagine Osamu’s surprise when he arrived an hour and half before he was due to open, and already a line began to form down the sidewalk. He thought, perhaps it was a fluke, or maybe there was some sort of business convention in town nearby – something to explain the sudden spike in popularity.

Yet day after day, the crowds of people came to him by the dozens, climbing over each other to get a taste of his cooking. He couldn’t stop to wonder how long this was going to last, barely having the time to stop and give himself a break.

He finally realizes it’s not merely coincidence when the lines get longer, yet the faces he sees stay the same. Osamu remembers every single face that walks through the doors of Onigiri Miya, and it’s the ones that he sees over and over that truly give his restaurant its meaning.

The last customer of the dinner rush left thirty minutes ago when Osamu’s phone rang.

“‘llo,” he greets, sandwiching the phone between his ear and shoulder as he sweeps the floor, thinking about how he needed to start looking for someone to hire.

“Hey, asshole,” the voice of his twin comes through loud and clear, “When were ya gonna tell me ya invited that food blogger to your restaurant? And how the hell did ya get them to like your garbage cooking?”

Osamu stops in confusion, grabbing the phone and holding it up himself. “Did ya finally get hit in the head a little too hard at practice? What the hell are ya talking about?”

Atsumu curses at Osamu, telling him to hold on a second as he sends him the link.

Osamu pulls the phone away from his ear for a second, quickly pressing on the blue url that popped up from Atsumu’s chat bubble.

It took a second for it to load, but when it did, Osamu’s jaw dropped

ONIGIRI MIYA IS AN ONIGIRI MUST HAVE by L/N Y/N

Beneath the obnoxious title was a photo of his sign, shining brightly against the wooden panels of his building, looking very much like a beacon for those searching for the perfect plate.

“Your shop is all over the internet and I had to find out about it on my news feed?! What the hell kinda brother are ya...”

Atsumu’s voice faded into the background as Osamu read the flattering words you had written about his restaurant. You complimented the decoration he had been insecure about, and he chuckled at the way you had described the fluffiness of his rice. He was captivated by your use of prose, painting the perfect picture of exactly everything he wanted his food to convey.

It wasn’t until he got to the last paragraph when he felt his breath hitch in his throat.

Though the years have passed, and the season have changed, the sentimentality of this particular shop had never lost its meaning for me. For the first time in years, I felt the soul of my grandfather, the curator of my inspiration and passion, all around the atmosphere of what is now Onigiri Miya. I have every faith that the new owner has already done him justice.

“Excuse me, are you still open?”

Osamu tore his eyes away from the screen, the very author of the only review that will ever matter to him stood a mere few feet away from his counter.

“Call you later, Tsumu,” he said hurriedly.

“Hey, wh—“

Osamu slips his phone back into his pocket, turning his attention back to you. You had a cheeky smile on your face as you waited patiently.

“Welcome to Onigiri Miya,” he says dryly, and you laugh at his tone.

“Should you be on your phone while you’re on the clock?” You joke as you settle in the same seat you occupied the last time you paid him a visit.

“I don’t know,” Osamu crosses his arms, “Should ya be writing articles about people without telling em?”

You winced a little at his words, holding your hands up in surrender. “You saw it then?”

Osamu nodded.

You looked to the side, rubbing the side of your arm. “Did you like what I wrote?”

Osamu smiled, uncrossing his arms and walking to the back to wash his hands. You watch him curiously as he walked back to you, and pointed to a spot on the wall directly to your right.

“That’s where I’m gonna put it,” he said, “when I print it out and frame it.”

You laughed at the seriousness of his face, and he smirked in satisfaction.

You ordered the combo #2 with a side of gyoza, letting Osamu pick the two flavors. You mentioned how you tried to visit a couple of times, but the line was always so far out the door. He realizes that he has you to thank for that, and you blush deeply when he sincerely tells you so.

“So,” you say as you munch on the honey garlic pork onigiri he prepared, “Aren’t you glad you did this instead of boring, old volleyball?”

Osamu nearly chokes at the insult. “Volleyball is not boring.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, clearing his throat, “Let me take you to a game some time. We can eat something other than rice balls.”

You look up from the half eaten onigiri at the chef who made it so carefully, looking so bashful and nervous you couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah. I would love that.”

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