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silkythewriter · 4 months

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Angel on fire

Warnings!: Angst(?), love triangle!, sorry for any grammar or spelling errors! (part 2)

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note!: WOWZA HELLO I DIDNT THINK PEOPLE WOULD LIKE THE 1ST ONE SO MUCH?! TYSM FOR TGE SUPPORT I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

Summary!: “you are as beautiful as the moon my dear.” He said with the sweeting smile you adored. “And your as deadly as the sun I fear, my love” you answered oh so bitter-fully.

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“Cause those are my words, not yours

As far as I'm concerned, it could've been a lot worse

I wasn't trying to avoid the confrontation

She isn't crying, she's just making conversation”

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“Look.. Adam-“ you said desperately before being cut off “no fucking way!” He chuckled “your actually side-ing with those shit bags?!” He said looking at you. You only glared at him, before huffing softly “watch your language…” You said with a with a small frown. Making his eyebrows crunch together as he closed his eyes with a huff. “For fuck sake do you know what those.. scums even did to end up there!” He said angrily. You steady your breath, with him you had too, you knew how he was but you just had too keep poking at him. Or get something other then a no, If you did you were sure to lose your mind.

“Adam, Just listen!, I think this could benefit heaven as well! More extra time means more time to do what you want. Wouldn’t you like that?” You tried reasoning as you cupped his hands in yours only for him to push it away. “Don’t test me Y/n, this is my job.” He spat out, making you wince. “Why are you pushing on this so hard anyways!, you have all you could want here. You barely have to lift a finger why are you so concerned for them?” He said crossing his arms. “They were humans once Adam, just like you, just like me. We’re no different, they just messed up once and we’re sent to an eternal furnace with no escape!” You said holding your hands to your chest. “Please! I’m nothing like them, I was the first fucking human soul in heaven, no one compares to me.” He laughed out. “So what does that mean about me?” You said with furrowed brows. He sighed heavily before speaking “Angel, listen to your self, your the only other person I really give a shit about. Well other then lute I guess” he shrugged as he rested his arm on the arm rest and laid his head in his palm boredly. “Look don’t worry your little gorgeous self about a thing. This ain’t your field!” He laughed.

You had patience, and you had tolerance. But his disrespect set you off. But you knew in your head that fighting someone like himself wouldn’t end well. You already had more leeway then most due to your, well close relationship with Adam. But you had to keep trying, after all angels don’t break promises.

With a heavy sigh you bowed before excusing your self. Which he quickly called out to you in confusion. But you only kept walking to your room, you were a patient one, but dealing with him proves to be a handful. You needed to think of a way to at least push it back one more month.

Just one more month

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“What’s good cherry pimp” Angel dust asked as he threw himself on the couch sluggishly. “All day you’ve been hummin’ and tappin’ what’s on your mind?” He asked as he quirked an eyebrow up as he put his gaze on Alastor. Alastor smile only grew, his mind filled with your intoxicating self. To him you very much everything, from the first day he was damned, till now all his mind was filled was you. But now more then ever, seeing you after all these decades was a shot of electricity to his very dead heart. You hadn’t change a bit since the last time he laid eyes on you. You were still angelic as ever.

Again he was swept up in his mind but quickly flicked back to reality, swaying softly as he hummed. “Oh nothing, my dear friend, old acquaintances I have recently seen after some time!” He said in his usual radio voice. “Yea I’m surprised anyone would be friends with you. Not to be rude or nothin’ but your fuckin’ creepy pal” angel said as he laughed as he waved his hands. Alastor only smirked in amusement as he took his leave.

He should have known someone of the likes of you would end up where most wouldn’t. He wasn’t an ounce surprised. But he wanted you back, and he was going to take what he wanted. He didn’t frankly care if you’d belong to the sky,

You were his angel first. And he’d rid those little wings of yours if it meant you were to never fly Away from him.

Not this time, not again

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You tiredly tapped your finger over the dinner table. Mind still racing with ideas, it was a cycle, coming up with something, but ultimately crossing it off the thinking board. Adam paid no mind for awhile as he chatted Away with Lute. Which was eyeing you suspiciously. And once Adam went back to his meal she quickly cleared her throat as she straighten her stance next to Adam “Miss Y/n, you haven’t touched your food.” She stated bluntly. Which made you snap out of thought as you turned you attention to her “I’m afraid I don’t have an appetite today” you said softly pushing the plate stacked with food away form you.

“Are you really still hung up on that stupid shit little miss princess of hell proposed?” He scoffed. Causing you to huff, “I’ll be taking my leave.” You said plainly but as nicely as you could as you backed you seat from the table and stood up causing him to grunt. “Look angel, if I think about pushing the damn extermination back would you drop this?” He said making you quickly turn to him with a smile and nod. “There’s that smile, now sit down and eat I’m tired of thinking of all of this” he said as you agreed taking a seat.

Lute was appalled at how… how quick it was was all agreed. How could he just push it back so easily? Even if it was just him “thinking” about it. And for no reason other then you?, all though Adam was to In-grossed in his own things to question such things. She did not and quickly grew suspicious, you out of all people should be less worried. You have everything in a silver platter yet you still seem to have such a worry in matters that weren’t concerning you in the first place.

You could feel her eyes staring you down. But her suspicions were very much valid even if unfortunate to your case. You’d have to be more careful, if she caught on, she’d be quick to make Adam question aswell.

You cursed yourself slightly but still happy non the less. Even if you got Adam to consider the possibility of pushing the date back was still a progress!.

You were sure to tell Charlie soon, although you’d have to wait till lutes suspicions and stares would die down so you could slip away.

Your patience were never ending, but oh how much you longed for the man you’ve last seen years ago.

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TYSM FOR READING AH I LOVED WRITING THIS AGAIN TYSM FOR THE LOVE ON NY LAST POST, ILL BE SURE TO WORK ON SOEM REQUEST BUT PLEASE BE ASSURED PART 3 WILL BE POSTED AFTER I DO SOME REQUEST. ٩(ᐛ)و

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absolutebl · 7 months

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Pit Babe - it's time for a Trash Watch!

I had to. Well, no I didn't, but COME ON. It's like Thailand is negging me. Let's burn rubber, shall we? Burn rubbers...?

The things I had been told going in about this show:

it's about car racing (this bores me)

it stars Pavel (my BL ult bias, he is my icon for a reason)

it started as an omegaverse y-novel but the A/B/O aspects would be stripped from the BL series

it's high heat

(There some chatter about whether point 3 was a mistranslation of something the author said, but don't bother me with trifles.)

Here's a definition of omegaverse:

Omegaverse, also known as A/B/O (alpha/beta/omega), is a subgenre of speculative erotic fiction, and originally a subgenre of erotic slash fan fiction. Its premise is that a dominance hierarchy exists in humans, which are divided into dominant "alphas", neutral "betas", and submissive "omegas".[1] This hierarchy determines how people interact with one another in romantic, erotic and sexual contexts.[2] (Wikipedia)

In my experience and opinion, omegaverse archetypes and tropes are often used to strip out female characters (and The Feminine) and as a tool to excuse extreme hyper-masculine behaviors without a critical feminist lens (leading to lazy characterization). Just as heat is an excuse to get nkd quickly, A/O/B is often an excuse for taboo and dubious consent actions and behaviors. Do I get why writers/readers enjoy it? Yes I do. Do I personally like it? Not particularly. (Although there are always exceptions.)

Putting all that aside, the above represents my foundational knowledge before Pit Babe started.

Oh and that the familiar BL faces appearing in this show were follows:

Pavel Naret (aka Pavel Phoom) from 2 Moons 2 & Coffee Melody - Pavel is a fluent English speaker, a bit of a drama monger, and a motorcycle rider/car-dude, this role suits him

Nut Supanut from Oxygen & Something in My Room - has an amazing voice, his somewhat wooden acting has improved steadily since Oxygen

Pon Thanapon - one of Star Hunter's stable first seen in the Gen Y series (where he stole the appeal of an intended pair), also v good in Make a Wish, I wish he'd get a lead role as he has a likable screen presence

Pop Pataraphol from La Cuisine - he's playing the Alpha rival and I'm not convinced he's suited to this role

Michael Kiettisak from Love Sick, Oxygen, Call it What You Want, Till the World Ends - playing the comic relief this time rather than his usual tortured stoic... huh

All the rest are either fresh faces or older experienced actors. Interesting mix. They must have some money behind this.

And now, get out your marshmallows! The dumpster is on fire! Let's start the roast.

Episode 1 - Platypus, Pickles, Pavel, & other Smoking Hot Problems

This first segment told with a 4 day retrospect, because I decided to do a trash watch only after @aliceisathome said I should.

My initial reaction:

the sheer audacity of Thailand being like "PitBabe is not omegaverse" and then serving "Alpha" to us on a platter in the first sex scene is

how dare

but also

what the actual fuck is going on? what world are we living in where a/b/o is LIVE ACTION ON OUR SCREENS?

we getting heat, knotting & mpreg next?

apparently this is my reality now

I'm not sure what weird quantum time stream I've jumped into but someone was all,

yes the whole world is hella screwed, but also...

Thailand has decided live action mm fanfic is gonna win it the culture wars

and I'm beginning to think they may be right

BL is now the platypus of the film industry

4 days later:

Considering how much chatter this caused there's a part of me that wondered if it was all intentional and a marketing ploy (to say it wasn't omegaverse when obviously it is). In which case... brilliant Machiavellian tactics, production.

But Thai studios are rarely this calculated in their promo. So I think it's all accidental. But it certainly caused a raucous few days on Tumblr.

On a completely different note, Babe's house looks like it started life as a particularly inventive Olive Garden. Or is that just me?

More random thoughts:

Pavel has had work done, why honey? You were the definition of perfect.

The smell thing is great, I love stuff to do with scent and necks. If omegaverse brings this to the table, fine. But...

Being all Alpha perfect butch manly man = I do not like Babe at all, I kinda want him to be brought down a peg. (Woo... pegging!) I never like narratives that glorify the captain of the football team (side eyes Cdrama CEO romances and Love O2O), Babe better have depth and damage (forget the pegging) of some kind or his behavior will get old FAST, faster than he drives (also, forget the pegging idea)

Nut is ideal in the Beta role. I mean, that's Way's character right? We all can see that. If it's not intentional, it's a miscast. I love how soft he is as as screen presence. He's great in this part.

None of the other characters are sticking out to me yet, but I'm prepared to love the side dishes in this, please make them swoon worthy!

I'm glad they didn't hold the Charlie = trickster reveal off, I like knowing he is a double agent up front.

Finally, with respect to an adequate trash watch, I'm in a pickle.

How am I going to drink for this show when there is so much else airing on Frigay? I can't keep track, if I'm drunk.

I need a strategy for this trash fire if the puns and snark are to spout forth! (HA Fourth!)

Controlled burn?

Anygay, see you all next week.

Episode 2 - Side Dish Addiction + Second Lead Syndrome are both infecting me at once

[FYI I gotta have my backup computer to watch this so that's why Imma sometimes be delayed getting the trash out to the curb.]

3 minutes! 3 minutes in and I needed to pause and wax snarkful. (Ouch, bet that hurts. Is waxing snark similar to a Brazilian but for BL? Is that why they all so hairless in The Sign?... I digress, where was I?)

Okay so the subber said Daddy but I don't think that word means what they think it means. Because Way said simply nong paa.

Usually they'll use the English word Daddy (pronounced Dah-deee) for, ya know, Actual Daddies (tm).

Wait wait:

Calling Daddy Actual

(My dumb sci-fi loving arse will see myself out the back before I start drawing Battlestar Galactica = Pit Babe connections. TOO FAR ABL. Too far.)

Look, I like the tension in this show. It's good to set up an unlikeable Alpha dog and then immediately turn him into an underdog, makes him a bit more likable. I still don't like Babe, but now at least I'm on his side.

Charlie = cute but v sus. Fortunately for him, Babe = cute but v thick.

Everyone calls Charlie Babe's dek. Yes sounds a bit like what you think but also means kid/child and SHOULD be translated as boy in this show. Why doesn't the subber get that? They a sub...ber after all. (I'll see myself out.)

Honestly, the script writers might know what they are doing with abo but our eng sub translator sadly does NOT. I'm so glad this is coming now in my BL watching life. When my ear and knowledge of Thai is so much better than it once was. Others much be SO CONFUSED.

Snicker. They just fucking with us, but it's fun to watch the mpeg speculation abound.

File this one under: Thailand's trouble with ESL plurals and also "you should have Pavel helping with these subs" sweethearts.

Production knows entirely what it's doing with this show and its omegaverse shizz (even if the subber doesn't) and I am very much enjoying the online carnage that results.

This dumpster fire continues off screen into the blogosphere and I continue to roast things over it.

Meanwhile, hi Pon! You so adorable! When you gonna lead out a BL for us?

Is Idol Factory stealing all of Star Hunter's talent? Are they the Red Racers of the BL world? These are the questions I ask myself as I watch this.

Is that AGE GAP I smell before me?

Is the 20 yr old college kid meant for the pit boss? Cause you all know I am a slut for age gaps.

Moment of a/b/o: Jeff's fear of touch/heightened personal space would be a plot marker for "baby doesn't want Alphas close cause he smells like an omega" but of course this show it not omegaverse. Not omegaverse at all.

nuh-uh

Linguistic corner!

Lung (sounds a bit like loo) is uncle(ish) it means basically a male relation older than phi. So Alan is the oldest in the crew.

Alan calls Jeff nu (which the subber translated as boy I would have gone with cutie or little one). Nu is a diminutive affectionate term that's technically gender neutral but is most often used by/on cute girls/women. Jeff did NOT like it. Then Alan sort of dodges through pronouns/particles settling on phi for I, ger for you, and ja for a particle. This is interesting because ger & ja kinda lower his age and status into a casual sphere. Not more intimate more equal to jeff... fascinating.

I love the new "Korean" red racer, he drinks my brand of soy milk. He is now my baby snake in the grass.

Get it? Snake.

He and Babe should end up together.

The fight wasn't bad, do both actors have kickbox training in their backgrounds?

Who am I kidding, I care only about Uncle Alan and Nu Jeff now. All others are irrelevant to me.

Also...

WHERE IS A BOY FOR WAY?!!! Or a Daddy. I do not care. (Methinks nether does he.)

I am now captain of the Way Appreciation Society. Let's all find a way... to get him some dick.

Also the BTS stingers are tons of fun. Looks like the set was a blast.

Finally, and I mean this kindly. Why isn't Noh Phouluang in this? He should have been cast as Winner. Bah. I'm biased.

But one should be with Noh.

Episode 3 - Side Dishes Delux

Gayest bridge n Thailand has made its obligatory appearance.

How much do I love uncle & nu? They are SO damn cute. Also nu flustered is the best kind of nu.

I could not care less about Babe and Charlie. Except I do love the smell thing.

Way will break my heart by getting his broken. He is right tho.

Tra la la. I feel like this is a bit like KP 2.0.

Charlie is a such a princess (and ace manipulator). Good thing Babe clearly likes being buttered up.

Babe's backstory was more interesting than I expected, I didn't think we would go so far into the paranormal side of a/b/o. I like it and I hope they lean into it quite a bit more. Make it part of the plot.

Unlike the kissing thing which seems to have been gotten over rather quickly.

I gotta say I'm enjoying the corporate sponsorship jockeying and tension more than I thought I would. I'm curious as to who Jef and Charlie are working for and what their motivation is. The plot itself is keeping me intrigued and that is rare for me with BL.

So no trash talk this ep, I was largely absorbed and entertained. I didn't event need booze. Shocking behavior on my part.

#giveWayaboy2023

Episode 4 - I (who never ship) am shipping the impossible

Here’s the thing. I just want this to be a better story than it is. Right now it’s kind of like a soap opera. I don’t hate lakorn, I really don't. To Sir With Love is a glorious chewing of the diamanté scenery (completed with death glitter). But...

If this is gonna be a soap opera it needs to lean into the messy side more than the tailored high concept side. Support characters and evil needs more screen time.

Instead, right now, I don’t know where I am with this show because it doesn't know where it wants to be. I’m kind of dangling in the middle of a dirty situation. It’s uncomfortable for me, and the show feels uncomfortable for the performers.

Also... I have questions.

Yes, of course I want to know what Charlie & Jeff are up to. Why can Jeff see the future?

But more importantly I NEED to know why Babe has a flying saucer bed?

That kind of lighting makes nobody look good, especially not at that angle. It’s very traumatic and I’m not wild about the shag rug either. I have concerns about Babe's taste. I guess is what I am saying.

On a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT note:

There’s absolutely no chemistry to justify this, but I have decided that I am going to personally advocate for, and ship, Way and the interloping not-really-Korean. They are both sort of own-moral-code types. I have tiny crush on Kim, and Nut is the prettiest, and Way is Best Boy so there it is, I would like them to hook up, please & thank you.

#giveWay2Kim2023

Arrow guy is cute, too. Will we get to see him bone?

Is he going to be another one of the adopted alpha super-kid pets?

What the hell, throw Arrow Boy a bone! All hot boys in BLs deserve bones.

Plot thickens.

Hah.

Thickens.

(I am an immature idiot.)

Episode 5 - wait wait way-t, can arrow boy have Way?

Look, BLabies, I didn’t get any screen caps this episode because frankly there wasn’t anything worth capturing.

I guess Charlie really does love Babe? Very dramatic if idiotic saving from the burning car. But Babe has gone to the broken Alpha place of extremely unlikeablability (frankly he was almost there at the start). If I were Charles B Spectacled I would be OUT by now.

Is that?

NO.

Don't get the plastic bowl.

No white towel sponge bath. Please kill this trope.

I mean, it's not as bad as singing, but that's because NOTHING is as bad as singing in a Thai BL.

AND the main boys are back together.

I don’t find their relationship or Babe’s lack of senses a particularly interesting aspect of the plot.

Unless, of course, Babe is pregnant and that's why he lost his Alpha sniffer.

BUT I do love the sides.

Jeff = the introvert precog who can’t/wont do people and Alan = the extrovert people person who WANTS but doesn’t understand him.

Were Jeff and Charlie ALSO raised by Evil Daddy MacEvilPants?

I liked the way Arrow CEO & Way looked at each other. Way, hon, give up on Babe (he sucks) and get thyself a billionaire bf with great aim and BDE.

On a completely different note, the best thing about this show is the blooper reel. That thing with the green smoothie going down his pants was hilarious!

In conclusion, this was a green smoothie down the pants episode. I was entertained, and it’s probably gonna be good for the plot in retrospect, but it was kind of squishy and unpleasant at the time.

Episode 6 - Are they actually listening to us now? Is Tumblr bugged?

This was a fun ep full of like actual racing and shizz.

Whatever.

Charlie is on the team now. All the teams, apparently.

Can we talk about Jeff and Alan?

The apology scene! Did you hear that Alan dropped to chan/ger? Eeeee!!! So cute. (He equalized their relationship in a soft way.)

Get it with that language play hottie. Next up: lengua play.

Please & thank you.

Meanwhile, as all of the Internet knows, they went fully in for omegaverse - no bars.

I have to say, one of the greatest typos (or whatever) in existence is enigma instead of omega.

That's where I personally would rank in the omegaverse.

Hello, my gender is... enigma.

Apparently it's a/b/o and sometimes e! Also sometimes switch-ee

Oh I'm very proud of myself with that one.

Funfunfun

Charlie. Babes. When a man asks to be thrown up against the wall. You throw him against that wall.

OMG is that arrow boy looking at Way in the bar?

3 seconds later.

Noooo.

Wait come back.

Noooooo.

That’s what I actually want to watch!

OMG. Who said nu was the first step to teelak?

I flipping love Alan.

Ah the boyfriend ep. Thank you, but I still don't trust Charlie.

Poor Way.

But nice crying jag, and I don’t say that often in Thai BL.

Now let him go, Way.

A boy with his arrows is waiting.

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Note for the future: tumblr has a bug that stops allowing edits after a certain time/number, thus my full trash often occur in 2 segments as a result. Click on the "abl trash watches bl" tag for the full thing if you're reading this and later episodes are missing.

#pit babe the series #pit babe #thai bl #abl trash watches bl #Pavel Naret Promphaopun #pavel phoom #trash watch #2023 bl #currently airing bl #watch along #Nut Supanut #Pon Thanapon #พิษเบ๊บ

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deadsince1973 · 9 months

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Big fan of the inherent homoeroticism of two masters in a Chinese drama

#I thought this last night while I was watching Till the End of the Moon (eps. 30-32)#but I'm rewatching Douluo Continent right now #(emphasis on 'watching' since I'm fifteen minutes past the theme song and so far all but about 30 seconds has been muted -_-)#and it also applies to Master and Headmaster in this show to.#Also whatever 3zun had going on offscreen in The Untamed #and I vaguely remember a gay-ish bromance between the drunken master and ... the Spear God? in Blood of Youth.#(I do not remember that show very well ha ha.)#original

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firstdove15 · 1 year

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He really doesn't want anyone to suffer

THAT'S MY SON

#faye watches till the end of the moon #i did see some spoilers for later episodes (viki still behind but that's what i'm sticking eith)#*with #so i am going to be a bit sad concerning some of susu's actions later BUT #i'm going to enjoy my son being a good and benevolent leader #or mostly good cuz i saw poor pian ran hasn't had a single day off; je can catch hands for that one XD #*he

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thenighthekate · 11 months

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Am I the one you want ( t.k. )

This little thing, once proud in love and lust, now hides its face and soon it will be dust.

Her hair was wild, flying around in the wind. Her eyes closed, her back arched, the window rolled down as they sped on the highway. It was late at night, the moon already shining for hours, casting a silver glow above the streets. Stars twinkled in the dark sky, the small light specks reflecting in his eyes.

She turned to look at him, a small smile pulled her lips, a childish look on her face. Her hand reached out to touch his thigh, his gaze suddenly turning from the road to look at her. Tom matched her expression, his own fingers travelling to her head, gently taking a strand of hair and putting it behind her ear.

" Watch where you're going." Her soft voice sounded over the roaring of the car and the radio wich was playing a random tune.

" Don't worry about it." He said with a light laugh, his eyes shifting ahead of him for just a second. She let out a hum, turning back to look out the open window.

Hills and mountains flashed by them, his car speeding further up. It felt like they were getting closer to the sky, the cold night air hitting them in their faces, for a moment it felt like they would reach the clouds.

They came to a stop not far from the drop of the hill, plants littering the area. She opened the door and got out, rocks and sand turning underneath her feet as she walked closer to the edge, her arms folding and holding herself around her waist. She felt calm, the sort of calmness you would feel at the world's end, no backing out.

Tom walked closer to her frame, his chest hitting her back, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder. She could feel his breath meet her neck, his nose inching closer only to be nuzzled in her hair. Light kisses were left on her skin, their bodies swaying left to right.

" When are you going to be all mine?" It came out as a whisper, so quiet and pure he almost didn't catch it. He thought they were done with this conversation, he thought he had answered all the life questions that were clouding her mind.

With a slightly annoyed sigh he stepped back from her warmth, his feet carrying him back to the car, his body leaning against the shiny exterior as he shuffled around his pockets. She turned to look at him, frown upon her face, her eyebrows scrunched and sad eyes staring up at him. " It's not as simple as you think." A cigarette sat comfortably between his lips, a hand cupping the end while he sparked a flame to light it. " Even if I bring up divorce now it's not gonna be another year till I'm single." His tone shifted, now becoming a full dad voice.

The voice was the one he used often, whenever she didn't get something his whole demeanor would switch. Honestly it made her feel small, stupid in the worst scenarios.

" You could give peace a chance for once." She watched as smoke swirled around his head, through the gray clouds his piercing eyes still throwing daggers in hers.

" You're young, have the world in your hands. You should live."

" You're calling me delusional for wanting you?" With every word that left her mouth she stepped closer, poison flowing freely from her lips.

Yet another sigh sounded out from the man in front of her, his forehead creasing, trying to see the girl's mind. " It's not easy for me either, but if I do it now it's gonna create a lot of drama." The cigarette was long forgotten, only the ashy bud was laying on the ground beneath them. " You know I love you, right?" She was at an arm reach, his words thick like honey pulling her closer and sticking her common sense into a bundle. With his arms around her waist, they're noses were almost touching, sharing the same air in between them.

Her lashes fluttered for a second before she nodded, big eyes staring up into the face of her lover.

She knew this cycle would continue, she knew his heart was split between her and the woman who could actually show him off. The woman who got to sleep next to him every night, the woman whose arms he'll always run back to. It was toxic, she knew it. She knew that the older man infront of her would only bring pain, love for a night and an aching heart for the rest of the week. She was stupid, naive, far too young to be expecting to be his first choice.

Part two Part three

#thenighthekate #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz angst #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x y/n

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wysteria-clad · 2 years

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Moon boys' reaction to see you casually naked for the first time

paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship

warnings: mentions of nudity (duh) and sex

a/n: something quick to fulfill my daily moon boys fluff need

genre: fluff

tags: @twwcs @friendlyneighbourhood-parker @devilish-mirage @fayes-fics @syrma-sensei

Steven:

You wrapped in nothing but your fluffy orange towel was the first thing Steven saw when he opened his eyes. He was absolutely stunned at the sight, even though you had sex last night.

"Hey, sleeping beauty" you called out with a wide grin on your face.

If he was till sleepy, he was not anymore. He opened and closed his mouth.

How did a gorgeous woman like you fell for him?

You dropped your towel, and strode towards him. "Morning, handsome" you leaned over to press a kiss to his head. Striding over the closet, you put on your panty and pulled up your comfy pants.

"Hello, love"

Oh, he could get used to this morning view.

"I'll go and make your favorite breakfast, now," you spoke, pulling a t-shirt over your head and walking out of the bed room.

He smiled to himself thinking about how lucky he was.

Marc:

"Yes, it's all in the file!" you let out a sigh.

Marc watched you rummage through the drawers, your phone pressed between your neck and shoulder as you got out of the shower. Your hair was still wet, beads of water clinging to your lips and rolling down your chin with every words you spoke into the phone.

It was a busy morning.

He couldn't help but smirk. He has seen you naked multiple times before of course, but this casual intimacy of you getting ready in front of him made him feel things the way he thought was impossible.

You really needed to hurry up for work.

"Where is it?" you mumbled to yourself, looking for you favourite bra. "Hm? No, no. It's nothing." You grabbed your favorite panty, pulling it over your legs.

He walked towards you with a soft smile. "Here, let me", he took off the bra from your hand and helped you put it on.

"Thanks, baby" you gave him a quick peck, smiling.

He moved behind you and slowly kissed your right shoulder blade.

"No, I'm talking to my boyfriend. Yes, yes, I'll be there in a few"

Your boyfriend. He smiled, kissing your left shoulder blade. This is a nice rountine. How easily you fitted into their lives, it felt like you've always been there with him.

His fingers caressed your skin as he hooked your bra.

With a sigh, you ended the call.

You felt his lips on the spot just below your neck. "Baby, I have to get to work" you groaned at the thought of abandoning his pretty lips.

He chuckled. "You know I love you, right?" he turned you around so you could see his face. He deep brown eyes looked painfully soft, it made you melt. He reaches out to stroke your cheek with the back of his fingers.

"I know" you nodded into his touch, leaning closer and kissing him.

Jake:

You were completely drenched in the rain. Shivering, you quickly stripped off your wet clothes to change into dry, warm ones.

The way Jake's gaze roamed over your body left you feeling flustered. No, his gaze wasn't ravenously hungry, no. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he ever saw. To him, you were. It was the first time he saw your naked body when he wasn't fucking you to the oblivion.

"Eres tan hermosa, princesa"

That comment made your cheeks warm, you averted your eyes from his, looking anywhere but his face.

He moved closer to you, his finger slowly tilting up your chin to make you look at him.

"Amorcito," he wrapped a soft towel around your shivering body.

"Thanks, baby" you smiled, graciously accepting it and drying your body.

He left you to get dressed into something comfortable. After few minutes, he came back with another soft towel and a cup of hot chocolate.

"Aw, Jake" that man made your heart melt into a puddle. "Thank you" you hugged his torso despite both of his hands were busy.

"Little help, querida?" you felt his chuckle reverberating against your body.

"Oops" you grabbed the cup from him, placing it carefully on bedside table.

Soon, you were cuddled to his side, drinking hot chocolate and watching your favourite show together, while he dried off your wet hair with the soft towel.

The way this man went soft for you, the way his eyes held nothing but fondness when he looked at you made your heart flutter with happiness and love.

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eres tan hermosa, princesa - you are so beautiful, princess.

amorcito - sweetie

querida - darling

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ohtobeleah · 8 months

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California Fornication //

Four— ‘Sun & Moon’

Summary: Jakes got a secret he’s keeping close to his chest almost as close as he’s keeping you. Bradley comes face to face with a demand he can’t comprehend, but he doesn’t have a choice.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Mental Manipulation. Blackmail. Forced relationship. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader.

Word Count: 3.6k

Author Note: Day Twenty Three of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Blackmail & Misunderstanding. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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They say love knows no bounds, but Jake Seresin had very much seen those bounds with his very eyes. Love definitely has bound, he’s seen exactly where it ends. For him it began when what he thought was the love of his life kissed him in the corridor of the Miramar base hospital and ended when that same woman's husband caught him red handed with her underneath him.

But love didn't truly end there for Jake, but he knew it ended for Bradley Bradshaw. There was no amount of ‘Faking it till you make it’ Rooster could do in order to convince Jake that he had forgiven Katie, his wife, for willingly entering into a love affair with his best friend. He was out well before he ever met you. So the whole “I love my wife” stick he was running with didn’t make a lick of sense.

But regardless, it worked in Jake's favour, because you were here with him in the morning glow of the amber sun that crept across his hotel bedroom, looking all kinds of beautiful that Jake swore was otherworldly. Angelic if you will.

“Hi–” You smiled up at him as you laid your forearms across his exposed chest. Jake lazily smiled back at you as he traced unidentifiable objects across your spine, leaving small goosebumps in his fingertips wake.

“Hi yourself–” He replied as he watched you bat your eyelids, coaxing him for more. “Come here often?”

“Can't say I sleep with strangers all that often, no.” Jake was without sounding too overly pornagraphic, a really good fuck. He made you laugh all the while his cum coated your velvet walls over and over again. Those orgasms were powerful and took you a moment to recover from each and every time, with every one that followed just as good as the last. Jake was a giver but never turned down the offer either, so when you sank your lips around him for the first time the noises he made made you wish you could have recorded it for a later date. “And I don't plan on making it a habit either.”

But that's all you wanted it to be, sex. Pure unadulterated lustful sex that made you forget about Bradley and his wife and the heartbreak of not being enough. Not being the one he chose. Not being the one he loved.

“Well, in that case.” Jake's hand trailed down your spine slowly but with intent to please. “Do you have time before you go cold turkey?” As much as your core approved of the way Jake's hand squeezed at your ass cheek under the bedsheets you were both tangled in, you ultimately decided that you had to pump the brakes for your own protection. Jake was a breath of fresh air, but you weren't stupid enough to let him fall for you.”

“Don't–” You warned as you rolled off Jake and laid beside him with a huff.

“What?” Jake pressed as he followed you, it was now his turn to be the one on top.

“Get any ideas.” You explained with a raised eyebrow. “Don't get any ideas” There was a warning tone in your voice, a persistent threat of looming denial that Jake was fun and exciting. “There are no ideas here, got it?” But you knew what became of curious minds, the last guy you took a liking to ended up married.

“I haven't got any idea, okay.” Oh he had ideas alright, dirty ideas. Dirty ideas where you were crying his name and begging for more. Ideas where Bradshaw would be all but forgotten. “I'm just making small talk.” Jake teased as he leaned in to kiss your neck as you felt his hands make their way out to your wrists. Trapping you against the bed without a way to push him off. Fuck, it felt good.

“Okay, well don't do that either.” You tried to deny the way Jake made you feel as your core ignited into a needy throb as his mouth left marks up and down your neck, clearly on purpose.

“Why not?” Jake asked softly through a moan so pornographic it had you holding back your own little whimper in response. He was having far too much fun with this, knowing that he was getting you all worked up underneath him.

“Because this isn't gonna go anywhere Seresin.”

“Big deal.” Pulling away, Jake hovered over you as he wrapped his hands tightly around your wrists. “I just met you, for all I know you could be a psychopath.” He shrugged. “I'm not looking for commitment, and don't even mention the word monogamy because I might actually decide that with it being this close to halloween, I could get away murder.” It wasn't anywhere near the answer you were expecting, nor the rational, but Jake made you laugh regardless. He deserved an explanation, even if it was half assed and kind of egotistical of you to assume he’d fall for you.

“I'm not trying to be mean, I just–I don't want you getting too attached.”

“Hey, You jumped me.” That wasn't entirely wrong but it wasn't exactly how you remembered the bathroom incident occurring. But you couldn't deny that when you made it back to Jake's hotel room that you weren't all over him like a bad rash. You did jump him, and jump you did. “Not that I didn't mind it, it was great.” Jake made sure to add before you got the wrong idea. “We had a good time, it was actually very good, and I don't know about you but it was some of my best work.”

“Your best work huh?” You egged Jake on as he leaned in to kiss your lips. You could feel his length hardening against your core as he did so, the blood rushed from one head to the other and like most of the time, Jake Seresin was thinking with his dick and not his actual brain.

“In the bathroom too which isn't easy, especially in that weird little unisex bathroom of the bar, truly, you had me working overtime.” Jake kissed his way down your chin to your neck. His hands let go of your wrists as he slowly but surely made his way down your chest, making sure to kiss your nipples tenderly as he passed them by.

“And now?” Jake groaned as he reached your naval, looking up at you through emerald green eyes that reflected nothing but lust back at you. “Now you think you’re my sun and my moon?”

“Jake–” You whimpered as he sank lower and lower, settling between your legs as his hands pushed your legs further apart.

“That all of a sudden I think all the stars shine bright around you and only you?” Kitten licks, that's how you’d describe the way Jake swiped his tongue across your folds to collect any and all the arousal you were willing to give him, the arousal he was behind. “That you touched me and the heavens opened up and I'm suddenly blinded by the angel that is you?”

“Possibly–” was it so hard to believe you were a catch? Couldn’t anyone just pick you, choose you, love you for you? Or were you always doomed to be the second choice, the constellation prize.

“You’re good, I'll give you that, but you ain’t that good sweetheart.” Two fingers slowly pressed themselves inside you and your back arched with pleasure. With expert movements, Jake curled his digits up into your velvet walls and smirked against your sensitive bundle of nerves as you covered your face. Overcome by embarrassment and need.

“I did jump you, didn't I?” You had to agree that Jake was a very jumpable guy.

“Yeah–you did.” It was the way Jake curled his fingers up inside you and licked against your clit to keep the pleasure building at a beautiful pace inside your core that had you going insane. Here this beautiful single man was between your thighs, eating you out like you were his last meal and all you could think about was just how mad Bradley Bradshaw was going to be when he found out.

“Okay well point taken.” You had to curl your hands into the sheets of the mattress to hold off your approaching orgasm, you wanted to hold it, experience the pleasure Jake was very generous giving. “You’re not after me.”

“I'm not after you, you'd have to be at the very least, married for me to fall in love with you.” Jake teased as he watched your facial expressions, he knew you were close, but that didn't mean he was going to stop his assault on you. If anything he knew to not change a single thing he was doing, you were right where he wanted you to be. Just on the edge but not close enough to fall. After all, they didn't call him Hangman for nothing. He liked his women on the edge for as long as he could keep them there. Floating in a paradox of pleasure he created.

“Oh god Jake, please, I’m so fucking close.” You whined in need of release as your hips bucked and your walls clenched around Jake's digits.

“We, are at the bare minimum, strangers who maybe get to know each other a little more and have sex whenever and where they please and if applicable, annoy the hell out of the very oh so much in love Bradshaws until our hearts content.” Jake spoke against your core to slow down your orgasms approach, you were far too pretty on the edge to not revel in.

“We’re strangers who had sex one time, I don't think we should be doing this on a consistent basis.” You hissed just trying to chase your release. It was right there in front of you.

“We’re strangers who had sex four times in one night.” Jake made sure to correct you as he looked up from his place between your thighs as your arousal coated his chin. “Four times.” He repeated as he showed you four of his digits, two of which glistened in the warmth of the sun's glow and left you feeling empty for a few moments. “Let's not get picky about labels here, Siren.”

“Will you just give me a damn orgasm already!” Jake smirked as he watched the frustration build inside you. “How irritating can one person be!” You groaned as Jake went back to what he started and hell, it didn't take you long to get right back to where you’d been. “Oh god!”

“Come on Siren, let go.” Love has all sorts of boundaries. “Let go for me sweetheart.” We know this. We knock them down, build them back up and knock them down again over and over and over again. But does it have to be that way? Can’t we learn, can't we be brave? Can’t we believe because that's all we need? A little courage, a little hope, a little belief.

“Ohhhh fuughh–” It was blinding, the stars the feeling of pure and utter ecstasy “Jake–!” The way you moaned his name out loud had Jake wanting to cum against the bedsheets. “Oh my god–yes!” His name echoed off the hotel walls and Jake had never heard a prettier sound. “Jake! Jake Jake Jake Jake Jake–ohhhh god.” Your body trembled as you came on his tongue, your core dripped right into his mouth as he ate you until his cravings were satisfied.

“You’re a vision.” Jake sighed as he crawled up your naked body and let you taste yourself on his lips as you wrapped him up in your arms. “Please don't go cold turkey on us, I could get used to this.”

“I like men who beg.” You admitted confidently with enough conviction in your tone to have Jake believe you immediately.

“Does that mean Roosters a begging man?” Jake asked as you rolled him over onto his back, he let you manhandle him till you were straddling his waist. “Because that kinda turns me on just a little bit.”

“Do you swing both ways?” You asked as you rolled your hips and moved your dripping sex across Jake's hardened length as his hands helped to guide your hips. Rocking you slowly to build the friction he desired.

“Sexual orientation is just an artificial construct.” Maybe there are no boundaries to love if we choose not to see them.

“So is marriage, so it seems.” You teased as you sunk down on Jakes length and reveled in the way his mouth opened with pure joy. His eyes ignited with a light so bright you, for just a brief moment, loved the colour green so much it nearly became your favourite. “Love your dick.”

“Let's make it five times–” Maybe love is unlimited if we’re just brave enough to decide love is limitless. And maybe, just maybe, there's enough love for everyone. In all kinds of constructs. Including but not limited to strangers who have sex to fill hopeless voids of self pity and doubt.

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“How's the nose?” Kaite asked the second Bradley had come down the stairs of the home they still shared. It wasn't there, they rented, but they were both still very much on the lease. “Can you still breathe?”

“Unfortunately.” Bradley sighed under his breath as he rounded the corner into the kitchen where his wife stood making herself a cup of coffee. “Why do you care so much about my nose?”

“I don't care about your nose.” Katie made herself clear as she stirred the two heaped teaspoons of sugar into her mug. Bradley hoped her teeth would all fall out because of it. He also thought maybe, just maybe, he’d switch out the sugar for salt just to see her annoyed. He wasn't a bad person, he just didn't love his cheating wife. “I care about the fact you made a fool out of me in front of ev–” Before Katie could even finish her sentence Bradley was erupting into a boisterous laugh right there in the kitchen.

“You care I punched Seresin? That I made a fool out of you?” Bradley had to repeat it all just so that had the right picture. “Last time I fucking checked I’m the one whos walking around like some sad kicked puppy who took his adulteress wife back, kinda feel like I’m the fool, not you.”

“Do you think that little whore of yours went back into the Hard Deck and got to know Hangman a little more?” Katie replied as calmly as she could. “Or do you think she just went home and cried herself to sleep over the fact you broke her precious heart?”

“You’re unbelievable, you know that right?” Bradley hissed through gritted teeth. “You are the bane of my fuckign existence!!”

“I may be unbelievable but I'm not the one who's gonna lose her career.” Katie snickered like your career meant nothing, everything you’d worked so hard for, to achieve, meant nothing to her. “And I’ve been thinking, I want you to start trying more, I want you to start acting like you love me–”

“The navy doesn't pay me enough to act–”

“But my dad will.”

“What?” Bradley scoffed. “What the hell are you talking about?” This was once the woman Bradley thought he’d spent the rest of his life with, now not a day went past he didn’t think of the days where he woke up next to you.

“I want a baby Bradley.” Katie said the one thing that made Bradley want to throw up. He couldn't keep doing this, he couldn't create a life with a woman who he didn’t love or like enough to raise a child he didn't want. “And you’re gonna give me one whether you like it or not.”

“Are you truly fucking demented Katie!?” Bradley shouted across the kitchen so loud it hurt his sinuses. “We aren't having a baby!” It sounded crazy to even say. “I won't, I'm not doing this anymore.” He scoffed and tried to leave, but Katie grabbed at his wrist. “Let go of me you crazy bitch!”

“I swear to god if you leave Bradley I'll take everything from that girl. Do you understand me?” Katie spat venom his way and immediately Bradley froze. “She will have nothing, no job, no benefits, no income, no one to love her and not only that but I will take everything you have until you are the shell of the man you once were.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” All Bradley ever wanted was the love his parents had. He thought he had it once, but love held bounds he couldn't forgive. “Why? Why not just take everything I have, everything I am and let me move on?” It was a justified question, why did Katie need to punish you? You hadnt done anything wrong. “I’ll give you everything I have just stop bringing Y/n into this! She’s done nothing!”

“Because she's the only reason you won't leave and I don't want to lose you because I messed up.” The crocodile tears were the worst part, no matter how many Katie shed Bradley never felt an ounce of remorse for her. She had made her bed and at the end of the day Bradley believed she should lie in it. But he wasn't going to lay with her. “I love you, Bradley.” Katie cried as she stepped close to him, Bradley remained still, hoping that if he didn’t move she wouldn't see him. “I want to start a family with you, we aren't getting any younger and trust me, that girl you’re convinced you’re in love with isn’t in love with you, I have on good authority that she left the bar with someone last night.”

“Please don't say it.” Bradley begged, if he knew he knew. He couldn't tell himself it was all in his head. If he knew what you did or more importantly who you did he couldn't forget it. He couldn't undo what had been done once it had been spoken into the universe. “Katie, please, don't say it.”

Kaite Bradshaw reached out to touch her husband's cheek as she chuckled under her breath. He was truly a broke man.

“She fucked him honey.” She cooed like it wasn't a knife through Bradley's heart. All this time he’d been protecting you hoping that one day you'd see it was all worth it. That he was worth it, that you were worth suffering for. “Well, Bob said that they were fucking in the bathroom but who knows who fucked who and if they fucked once they left together.” Katie shrugged as she tapped Bradleys cheek three times before she turned on her heels. “I love you, got it?” She spoke with venom in her words. “I am the best you're getting Bradley, me, your wife, and we’re trying for a baby so next time, when we’re out in public? Act like we are or so help me god i'll make your life a living hell." It was then in the heat of the moment that Kaite Bradshaw reached out to slap Bradleys cheek, with force. The force was so harsh to made Bradley turn his neck, it made him question his life, his entire existence and purpose on earth.

Bradley knew about the concept of blackmail, truly he did. But he never thought he'd end up in an abusive relationship that he couldn't get out of without the woman he thought he loved getting hurt in the crossfire. Love didn't hurt like this with you, nothing hurt with you.

“Tell me you love me.” Katie sounded like she ordered Bradley to speak, he did on command like a beaten down dog scared of the consequences that would follow if he didn’t.

“I love you.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “I love you.”

“Put a baby in me?” Bradley thought about your smile, how infectious it was. He thought about your laugh and how no matter where you were on base he swore he could hear it always. He thought about everything that made you good and pure and he knew he couldn't be involved in ruining your life. He wouldn't let his wife do that to you. He couldn't do that to you, he had a choice to keep you safe and in doing so he was drowning, he was going under in a sea full of hopelessness and depression. But at least you were happy, that was the only thing that mattered to Bradley Bradshaw.

Even if it was the man who had taken everything from him that was making you happy and not him.

“Anything for you dear.” Bradley choked back his tears when Katie smiled back at him and reached out for his hand, guiding him back up the stairs. “Anything for you.” All Bradley could think about as he walked up the stairs towards the very bedroom he hadnt set foot in since his wife had come back was you. All the stars shined bright around you and only you. You were the sun and moon to Bradley, the gates of heaven opened whenever you spoke and he was just happy to walk the same earth you did. So he’d do this, he’d live in his own version of hell to keep you happy, to keep you safe, to keep you from being forced to give up the one thing you loved more than life itself, flying.

“I love you Baby.” Katie cooed as she wrapped her arms up around Bradleys neck and brought him down for a kiss. “Never forget how much I love you.” She didn't love him, this wasn’t love, this was blackmail, this was abusive, this was mental manipulation.

“Did you say that to Jake too?” Bradley snarled as he gripped Katies waist. She just smirked, she knew she had broken her husband beyond repair. Even you wouldn't be able to put him back together, not when Jake was busy keeping you occupied and distracted.

“I still do.”

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kokoch4n3l · 3 days

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ˏˋ main yahaan hoon ࿐ྂ "I'm in the lights of your eyes, you see me wherever you look"

summary: in which you meet Sano Manjiro a month before your wedding and fall in love. you didn't realize you fell in love with him till the pre-wedding rituals began.

pairing(s): bonten!mikey x desi!reader

notes: title translates to 'I'm here'. a purely self-indulgent fic based on Veer-Zaara(2004)'s song Main Yahaan Hoon if Veer was a gang leader and was actually at the wedding instead of Zaara hallucinating him. line dividers by rookthornesartistry heart divider by cafekitsune

warnings: infidelity, cheating, arranged marriages, implied emotionally absent parents, emotional blackmail, suggestive themes, implied oral(f), manjiro carries reader, slightly open ending

word count: 5690

Your father was a politician, businessman and just well very rich. You’re his only daughter so he spoils you rotten. Giving you all the things you can ever want. He was a good man, your mother a great person too. However, it wasn’t a very emotionally fulfilling relationship. You were okay with it though. Jewels and clothes sated the ache in your heart even if it was temporary. You got engaged almost as soon as you turned of age. The man was just a little bit older and also a politician like your father. Arranged marriages were common in your culture and you had never dated before anyway. It’s about a month before the wedding you meet Sano Manjiro. You aren’t sure what he does but he’s also really rich like your father. He has a few close business associates and they all have matching full moon hanafuda tattoos. Sanzu Haruchiyo let you trace his tattoo for some reason after seeing your fascination with it.

Bonten were business associates of your father. You weren’t sure exactly for what but you also couldn't care less. They were all pretty fun people. You made them watch Bollywood movies with you and do a whole bunch of other things and they did it without any complaint and seemed to enjoy it as well. They were all cool and then there was Sano Manjiro…

Sano Manjiro was different from the rest. He had a quiet intensity about him, a presence that demanded attention without a single word. You noticed his eyes first—dark, deep, and endlessly contemplative. He was always observing, absorbing everything around him with a sharp, discerning gaze. Despite his quiet demeanour, there was something undeniably magnetic about him. At first, you thought he wouldn’t be putting up with your childish games but he proved you wrong. When you called him a stupid idiot he didn’t get mad but instead, he smiled. He was amused. For some reason, it surprised you because he didn’t seem like the type to smile or just show any kind of emotion in general.

Your father, of course, invites them all to your wedding. It was all fine but you don’t want to marry your fiancé. He was nice at first but there was something about him that put you off. You didn’t like that man. You sit in your father’s office in your engagement outfit while music echoes from the bottom floor of the mansion to the top. A white lengha with intricate embroidery adorns your figure with a full-sleeve blouse along with a diamond necklace gifted by your future mother-in-law and a matching tikka in the same style resting in the center of your forehead. Your dupatta is draped over your head and right now it feels too heavy. Although you and your fiancé were already engaged, your mother-in-law insisted on having a flashy ceremony to kick start the wedding week. “You’re my only child… Hence, I’ve pampered you and given you freedom” Your father says, his hands clasped behind his back and using his businessman voice “I haven’t raised you like a girl but like a boy”

There is a lump in your throat. You know if you speak you’ll cry. Your father walks toward you. “Usually the mother has to explain to her daughters about her duties. But since I think of you as my son, I’ll explain your duties to you”

You look up at him. You’re sitting in his chair the same way you would when you were a child. But unlike back then, your bare feet press flat against the hardwood floor. “You already know that your grandfather was a respected politician. But he died a few days before he could attain success. Since that day, as his heir, I’ve been trying to take his party to great heights but I’ve been unsuccessful so far” He says and you know already what he will say next “But with the help of your finacé’s father, I can attain that success”

You don’t feel too good. The lump in your throat gets bigger and you desperately try to swallow it. Your father turns your back to you, staring at your family picture. “Soon you’ll get married into their family. It’s your duty…” He pauses and turns to look at you again “...to understand the importance of this relationship. Spread happiness, whether the times are good or bad and strengthen the bond of every relationship and to protect the honour of both families at all costs. A small mistake or a bit of carelessness from your end could ruin everything… I hope you understand what I’m trying to say.”

He knows, he knows, he knows. Your father had a feeling you no longer wished to marry the man you were betrothed to. You swallow the lump in your throat and whisper out a pitiful “yes.”

“Is there anything you wish to say?”

You simply shake your head no. You couldn’t. You had to marry this man even if you didn’t want to. Your father was practically begging you without actually begging. He smiles. “Come here”

You stand up, your anklets jingle with each step you take. “It’s been so long since I saw my daughter smile,” He says as you now stand in front of him “I hope you haven’t left it in Japan”

You smile weakly. How were you to tell him you did? How do you tell your father you left your heart in Japan? He pulls you in for a hug and a single tear runs down your cheek.

You did not wish to marry the man you were promised to but you didn’t want to break your father’s heart either.

Your father leads you down the large marble staircase, the railing covered with flowers and the entire bottom floor decorated lavishly. The vibrant colours and festive sounds of the pre-wedding celebration fill the air, yet your heart feels heavy with an unspoken sorrow. As you descend the staircase, your eyes scan the crowd, seeking a familiar face—a face that brought unexpected joy and confusion to your life. In the midst of the lively guests, you spot Sano Manjiro standing quietly at the edge of the room with his associates. He is dressed in beige slacks and a silk back button-up shirt, his presence commanding even in the bustling environment. His eyes meet yours, and for a brief moment, the noise around you fades. His gaze, deep and inscrutable, seems to reach into the very depths of your soul. The rituals proceed with the grandeur expected of such an event. The music, the dancing, the laughter—all blend into a blur as your mind drifts back to the times spent with Manjiro and his associates. The times when you could be yourself when you laughed genuinely and felt a connection beyond words. Sanzu Haruchiyo, always mischievous yet kind, had once teased you about your fascination with their tattoos. “Do you want one too?” he joked, letting you trace the lines of the intricate hanafuda design.

You had laughed, but deep down, there was something about those moments that felt more real than anything else in your life. As you and your fiancé exchange rings, you feel Manjiro’s eyes on you, a silent support that gives you strength. The night progresses, and you find yourself stealing glances at him, your heart aching with an unspoken truth. You didn’t want this arranged marriage. You wanted something more, something that only he seemed to understand.

It feels stupid though. It’s probably a simple infatuation but oh you had never felt this way in your life before and even as your fiancé slides the engagement ring onto your finger, the only thing that goes through your mind is Manjiro.

You sit alone in your room late at night on your bed, too lazy to sit at your dresser. Your dupatta was carelessly discarded at the foot of your bed as soon as you entered your room, too lazy to even remove your lengha and get in bed. The day had been tiring. You start to remove your jewelry, starting with the large diamond necklace that felt way too heavy. It’s as you are taking off the tikka from your forehead that someone enters. You don’t need to look up to know who it is. The air shifts, and the familiar, intense presence washes over you. It’s Manjiro. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, his voice soft, almost a whisper.

You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak. He steps closer, his movements silent on the plush carpet. He doesn’t say anything else, just stands there, watching as you fumble with the clasp of your tikka. Your fingers tremble, and the delicate piece slips from your grasp, falling onto your lap. “Let me,” he offers, reaching out. His hands are gentle but firm as he takes over, carefully removing the tikka and setting it aside.

His touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you feel a warmth spreading through you, melting the anxiety and sorrow that had been weighing you down. “Thank you,” you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible.

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours. There’s a question in his gaze, an unspoken query that you can’t quite decipher. The silence between you is heavy with words left unsaid, emotions unacknowledged. “Why did you come here?” you ask, needing to break the silence, to understand why he’s here, why he makes you feel the way you do.

“I needed to see you,” he replies simply, his gaze steady. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

His concern touches you deeply, and you feel tears welling up in your eyes. You blink them back, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. Manjiro sits down next to you, being careful to not sit on your skirt. He reaches over and starts to remove your earrings. Despite his fingers being calloused and rough, his hands are gentle. He touches you like the slightest touch might break you. Each brush of his fingers against your skin feels like a promise, unspoken but powerful. You sit there, letting him help you, feeling a strange sense of peace settle over you. The weight of the day's events begins to lift, replaced by the warmth of his presence. When he's done, he sets the earrings aside and meets your gaze again. His eyes are filled with something you can't quite name, something that makes your heart beat faster. “Let’s get this off, hm?” Manjiro’s hand reaches around you and tugs the strings on the back of your blouse free

Your breath catches, but you nod, trusting him implicitly. The fabric loosens, and you feel the pressure on your chest easing. He helps you out of the heavy, ornate lengha, his movements were careful, his eyes never straying where they shouldn't. This was wrong. So wrong. You were a damn cheater. But as Manjiro unzips your blouse and pulls it off your arms, you can’t find yourself to care. “‘Jiro…” Your breath is shaky as he lowers your bare body down

“Don’t worry” he whispers, a heavy hand cupping your cheek so tenderly

Something in your head tells you it’s been years since this man was tender to anyone. Your breath hitches at the touch of his roughened palm against your cheek, a stark contrast to the softness in his gaze. Manjiro's thumb gently brushes away a stray tear that you hadn’t realized had fallen, his eyes holding a depth of understanding that seems to pierce through your very soul. "I shouldn't be here" you murmur, your voice barely audible, a mix of fear and yearning.

It was a little stupid you were even saying that since it was your own room. "But you want me here" he counters softly, not a question, but a statement of truth.

The words hang between you, heavy with unspoken emotions. Your heart beats wildly, torn between duty and desire. You don’t reply, unable to deny the truth in his statement. Manjiro’s presence is intoxicating, a dangerous allure that you find impossible to resist. He leans in, his breath warm against your skin. "Tell me to leave, and I will," he whispers, his lips so close to yours that you can feel the heat of his words. "But if you want me to stay…"

You close your eyes, letting out a shaky breath. The choice is yours, and you know what your heart wants. "Stay" you breathe, barely more than a whisper, but enough for him to hear and without missing a beat he slides your engagement ring off your finger

Manjiro doesn’t take your virginity that night. Instead, he calls you a good girl for saving yourself for after marriage and then gets down between your legs and ravishes you.

The next morning was the Haldi ceremony. In the ceremony turmeric paste would be smeared on your face and oil on your hair. It was more of a fun kind of thing anyway and during all the weddings you have attended in the past, all the guests would end up getting the turmeric paste all over themselves while playing around with it. You were wearing a yellow salwar kameez with flowers embroidered on the top and your dupatta was bright pink. You sit on the ground by the pool while your cousins hold up a heavier more embroidered dupatta over top of you like shielding you from the sky. “Don’t put too much” You warn your dad as he smears some of the turmeric paste on your cheek

There is oil dripping down your forehead from when your cousin decided he wanted to be funny and poured the entire bowl on your head. Tumeric paste is smeared on your feet, arms, cheeks and nose. The vibrant colours of the ceremony blur together, a swirl of yellow and pink, laughter echoing around you. Yet, despite the cheerful chaos, your mind is elsewhere, drifting back to the previous night. Manjiro's touch lingers on your skin like a haunting melody, one you cannot shake off no matter how hard you try. Your father's laughter brings you back to the present, his smile wide as he steps aside for the next relative to apply the turmeric paste.

As the ceremony continues, you feel a pair of eyes on you. You glance up and catch a glimpse of Manjiro standing a little away from the festivities, his usual quiet intensity softened by a hint of something tender. He stands apart from his associates, watching you with an unreadable expression. For a moment, the world narrows down to just the two of you. The noise of the ceremony fades, replaced by the silent conversation happening between your gazes. Your heart beats faster as you remember his whispered promises from the night before. His words, his touch—they haunt you, make you question everything you thought you knew about your life and your impending marriage. You know it's reckless, dangerous even, to let yourself feel this way. But you can't help it. Not when his presence brings you a sense of peace and belonging you’ve never felt before. “This stuff smells weird” Koko comments as he crouches in front of you and smells the turmeric paste on his fingers before smearing it on your cheek “Are you sure this is safe for your skin?”

“Of course it is” you reassure with a smile

The rest of Bonten does the same. Finally, it’s Manjiro’s turn. He crouches down in front of you, an unknown emotion swirling in his eyes. Without a word, he takes the yellow paste and smears some on your right cheek then the left. His touch is gentle, yet it sends shivers down your spine, the same way it did the night before. The world around you seems to disappear as he smooths the paste over your skin, his eyes never leaving yours. The silence between you is filled with unspoken words, emotions too raw to be expressed in the midst of the celebration. Your heart pounds in your chest as his fingers linger on your skin, his touch both comforting and electrifying. "You look beautiful," he murmurs, his voice so low only you can hear.

His words are simple, but the intensity behind them makes your breath hitch. "Thank you," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the noise of the celebration.

You feel a blush creep up your cheeks, mixing with the turmeric paste. He offers you a small, almost shy smile, and for a moment, you see a vulnerability in him that he usually keeps hidden. You bring your hand up and smear the paste on his cheek too, making him laugh. His laughter is a rare sound, rich and deep, and it reverberates through you, filling your heart with warmth. You can't help but smile in response, your fingers lingering on his cheek for a moment longer than necessary. The world around you resumes its chaotic pace, but the connection between you and Manjiro remains, a silent promise amidst the noise and colour of the celebration.

As the Haldi ceremony continues, your mind is a whirlwind of emotions. The weight of your engagement ring, now conspicuously absent from your finger, feels like a liberation and a burden all at once. You glance at Manjiro again, finding comfort in his steady gaze. It’s as if he understands the turmoil within you without needing to ask.

As the ceremony comes to an end and the guests start to leave, you struggle to pick your dupatta off one of the chairs with your turmeric-covered hands. “Damn it” you mutter and look around for someone to help you

“Here you go” Rindo picks up your dupatta for you

You sigh in relief. “Thank you. Can you help me go up to my room?”

It was going to be a task going up to your room while covered in turmeric paste so you needed help. Rindo nods and offers you his arm, guiding you carefully through the crowd and up the stairs. The turmeric paste makes everything slippery, and you're grateful for his steady presence. As you make your way to your room, you can feel Manjiro's eyes on you, a silent promise of his support and understanding. Once inside your room, Rindo helps you sit on the edge of your bed, his touch careful and respectful. “Do you need anything else?” he asks, concern evident in his voice.

You shake your head, offering him a grateful smile, your eyes lingering for a moment of the front of his throat where the full moon hanafuda tattoo it etched then you look back up at his eyes. “No, thank you. I’ll manage from here.”

Rindo nods and leaves, closing the door softly behind him. You sit there for a moment, the events of the day and the night before swirling in your mind. You know you need to wash off the turmeric paste, but your thoughts keep drifting back to Manjiro. Eventually, you stand and make your way to the bathroom. The warm water washes away the turmeric, leaving your skin tingling and fresh.

Later that night was the mendhi ceremony. Your hands are covered in intricate designs of flowers and swirls made with henna all the way up to your elbows and your feet with the same. “Ma~” you whine to your mother who was too busy talking to her sister to feed you

Your mother laughs, a twinkle in her eye as she waves you off, engrossed in her conversation. You sigh, looking at the plate of food in front of you, and then at your hands, which are still wet with henna. The intricate designs are beautiful, but they make it impossible for you to eat on your own. You glance around the room, hoping to find someone to help you. Your eyes meet Manjiro’s from across the room. He’s standing with his associates, but his gaze is fixed on you, a soft, knowing smile playing on his lips. Before you can beckon him over, he starts to walk towards you, effortlessly weaving through the crowd. He kneels down next to you, his presence a comforting weight. “Need some help?” he asks, his voice low and warm.

You nod, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “Yes, please. I can’t eat with this on.”

Manjiro picks up the spoon and gently lifts a small portion of food to your lips. His movements are careful, and deliberate, as if this simple act holds profound significance. You open your mouth, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. As he feeds you, you catch the subtle smirk on his face, and you can't help but smile back. “This is quite the look for you,” he teases, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Covered in henna and unable to eat by yourself.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, your voice playful. “This is supposed to be a special time, you know?”

“It is,” he agrees, his tone softening. “And you look beautiful.”

The sincerity in his words makes your heart skip a beat. You chew and swallow, the taste of the food mingling with the warmth spreading through your chest. Manjiro continues to feed you, the moment intimate despite the bustling celebration around you. Each spoonful feels like a silent promise, a shared secret that binds you closer together. “Food is spicy…” He murmurs

“You don’t like spicy food?” you ask him

He shakes his head no. “I like the sweets though… After you get married bring me some in Japan?” You laugh softly, the sound mingling with the music and chatter in the room. “Of course,” you promise, a warmth spreading through you at the thought of sharing such a simple pleasure with him. “I’ll bring you all the sweets you want.”

Manjiro's smile widens, a rare glimpse of genuine happiness on his usually stoic face. “I’ll hold you to that,” he replies, his gaze steady on yours. “But only if you promise to come back soon.”

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and you find yourself nodding before you can even think. “I promise,” you say, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. “I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

The rest of the mendhi ceremony passes in a blur of laughter and music, but the memory of that moment with Manjiro lingers, a silent promise of things to come. As the night draws to a close, you find yourself reluctant to leave his side, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing moment.

It’s as you lay in bed and stare at your henna-stained hands, searching for your fiancé’s name among the intricate designs. But as you scan the patterns, your heart sinks, and a furrow forms on your brow. The once-clear inscription has been smeared beyond recognition, lost amidst the swirls of henna. A mix of emotions washes over you—relief, guilt, and a pang of sadness. Relief because it feels like a sign, a small reprieve from the impending marriage you’re dreading. Guilt because you know you shouldn’t feel relieved, and shouldn’t be hoping for a way out of a commitment you made. And sadness because despite everything, there’s a part of you that still longs for the simplicity of what could have been. You trace the faint outlines of the henna design, your mind swirling with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

The bond between you and Manjiro grows stronger with each passing moment, a silent promise of a future you never dared to imagine. But the reality of your situation weighs heavily on your shoulders, reminding you of the duty and obligations that bind you to your fiancé and your family.

With a heavy sigh, you curl your fingers into fists. The events of the day replay in your mind—the stolen moments with Manjiro, the whispered promises, the shared laughter. Despite the uncertainty of the future, one thing is clear—you’re falling for him, and there’s no turning back.

The next night is the ladies' sangeet. It’s the last thing left and the next morning is the wedding. You sit with all your female relatives as they sing and dance to old folk songs. You sit among them, a forced smile plastered on your face, your mind drifting to thoughts of the impending wedding. Tomorrow, you'll be bound to a man you don't love, forced into a life of duty and obligation that feels suffocating. When no one is looking, you stand up and hed to the backyard where most your male relatives are, drinking away as usual. You can see Ran has unfortunately been cornered by one of your drunk uncles and is explaining Punjabi politics to him. Ran looks at you for help but you just grin and shake your head. You spot Manjiro walking over to you and you smile at him. “Hi” You say as you walk through the garden together, you anklets jingling with each step you take.

"Hi," Manjiro replies, his voice low and warm, a stark contrast to the chaos of the sangeet unfolding behind you. His presence brings a sense of calm, a welcome respite from the suffocating atmosphere of obligation and expectation.

You walk through the garden together, the soft glow of lanterns casting a warm light over the flowers and foliage. The air is filled with the sweet scent of jasmine and roses, a stark contrast to the heavy perfume of the crowded hall. You feel a weight lift off your shoulders with each step, the knot of anxiety in your chest slowly unravelling in his presence. "Having fun?" Manjiro asks, his gaze steady on yours.

There’s a hint of amusement in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the absurdity of the situation. You shake your head, a wry smile playing on your lips. "Not exactly," you admit, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. "I feel like I'm suffocating in there."

Manjiro nods in understanding, his expression sympathetic. "I can imagine," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper “Japanese weddings are not this… festive or colourful. Must be a little overwhelming”

You nod, grateful for his understanding. "It's not just that," you confess, your voice tinged with frustration. "It's the weight of expectation, the pressure to conform to tradition and duty." You pause, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. "I feel like I'm being suffocated by it all."

Manjiro listens in silence, his gaze unwavering as he takes in your words. There's a depth to his understanding, a sense of empathy that makes you feel seen in a way you haven't felt in a long time. "I know what it's like to feel trapped," he says finally, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "To feel like you're living a life that's not your own."

His words strike a chord within you, resonating with the turmoil you've been feeling. "Do you ever wish things were different?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Manjiro's gaze softens, a hint of something tender in his eyes. "All the time," he admits, his voice filled with honesty and you watch his hand come up to touch the full moon hanafuda tattoo on the back of his neck "But sometimes, we have to make the best of the hand we're dealt."

You nod in understanding, a pang of sympathy tugging at your heart as you take in the vulnerability in Manjiro's words. His admission resonates with your own feelings of frustration and longing, the desire for a life beyond the confines of duty and expectation. "But that doesn't mean we have to give up hope," you say softly "We can still fight for what we want, for the freedom to live our lives on our own terms."

Manjiro's gaze meets yours, a flicker of something akin to hope dancing in his eyes. "And what do you want?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper, as if afraid to voice the question aloud.

You hesitate for a moment, the weight of your desires heavy on your shoulders. “I… I don’t know yet”

And Manjiro simply smiles at your answer and says “well clock is ticking… better hurry up and figure it out” then turns to go back to where he was sitting with your father, other business partners and relatives

As Manjiro walks away, leaving you alone in the tranquil garden, his words linger in the air, a gentle reminder of the urgency of your situation. The weight of expectation and duty presses down on you once more. You watch Manjiro's retreating figure, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns, and you can't help but feel a sense of longing stirring within you. Despite the uncertainty of the future, one thing is clear—your heart is leading you towards him, towards a life of freedom and possibility.

You turn back towards the bustling sangeet, the music and laughter spilling out into the night air. Tomorrow is the wedding, the final culmination of weeks of preparation and anticipation. But as you rejoin the festivities, your mind is elsewhere, filled with thoughts of the man who has captured your heart and the future that awaits.

As the night wears on and the sangeet draws to a close, you find yourself lost in a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, apprehension, and a simmering sense of rebellion— something you shouldn’t be feeling. Tomorrow, you'll be bound to a man you don't love, forced into a life of duty and obligation. But tonight, in the quiet solitude of the garden, you allow yourself to dream of a different future, one where you're free to follow your heart, no matter where it leads.

As the first light of dawn breaks over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the garden, you feel a sense of anticipation stirring within you. In a few hours, you’ll be married. It’s scary. So scary and you feel sick. You sit in a yellow kameez and white salwar, fingers trembling as you put on the naath, hooking it to your nose and fixing the chain over your ear to see how you look in it. The cool metal of the jewellery rests over your lips that you’ve bitten raw. Your makeup lays untouched, face bare. You need to start getting ready.

It’s the early hours of the morning, not many are awake except the servants who are getting the house ready. Your deep red wedding lengha is draped over your bed and seems to be mocking you. Your fingers linger on the intricate embroidery of the deep red lehenga, but the touch brings you no joy, only a sense of resignation. As you stare at your reflection in the mirror, the naath adorning your face, you can't help but feel a sense of disconnect. The woman staring back at you seems like a stranger, a mere shell of the person you once were. The weight of the impending marriage hangs heavy in the air, suffocating you with its inevitability. It’s suffocating, and overwhelming, and you find it hard to breathe.

But then, amidst the chaos of your thoughts, a sense of determination takes root within you. You refuse to let fear dictate your future, to surrender to the expectations of others. You may not know what lies ahead, but you know one thing for certain—you can't go through with this marriage. Your father may love you and only want the best for you but you are not a pawn in his plan to rule the world.

Gathering your courage, you make a decision—to follow your heart, no matter the consequences. It won't be easy, and there will be challenges ahead, but you refuse to let fear hold you back any longer.

As you slip out of your room after grabbing your yellow dupatta, the quiet of the early morning enveloping you like a comforting embrace, you feel a sense of liberation wash over you. It’s just as you make it past the hall, your anklets unfortunately still jingling with each step(you probably should have taken them off), you come face to face with Manjiro, Sanzu and Rindo. “Hm? And where do you think you’re going?” Manjiro asks and his hand comes up and lifts the naath up then lets it fall back in place resting over your upper lip

You freeze, caught off guard by the unexpected encounter. For a moment, you're at a loss for words, your mind racing to come up with an explanation. But as you meet Manjiro's gaze, you see something in his eyes—a flicker of understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the turmoil raging within you. "I..." you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, "I don’t want to get married"

The words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of your confession. You expect judgment, condemnation, but instead, there's only silence. Manjiro's gaze softens, a hint of something tender in his eyes as he reaches out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face. “Hm?”

You let out a shaky breath, henna-covered hands clenching at your sides. “You asked me last night what I wanted and this is what I want…”

There is a moment of silence. Manjiro looks back at Sanzu and nods and the latter pulls out his phone, frantically typing away texts. “C’mon then” Manjiro says and sweeps you off your feet in the same way the male leads in Bollywood movies would

You aren’t sure how things will turn out but as Manjiro carries you down the marble staircase and into a car, you don’t think about anything else. Just him. Manjiro’s arms feel solid and reassuring around you as he carries you down the marble staircase, the weight of your decision becoming lighter with each step. The early morning light filters through the windows, casting a golden hue over everything, as if the world itself is blessing your choice.

As he sets you down into the backseat of a car Manjiro brushes a strand of your hair away from your face then kisses your forehead. “I’m here” he whispers

end notes: at the end, when Sanzu is on his phone, he's texting Koko to post a bunch of evidence of corruption that reader's fiancé’s family has done. Now MIkey could have done that before but he wanted it to be reader's choice so.... yeah. Hope you enjoyed it loll.

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hiiiiiii melissa, it's been so long since i've seen your writing and i miss it sooo much! i was wondering if you could do some headcannons for the moon boys like you did with the bad batch 🥺 anything is good, i juat want my bois back x

Moon Knight Headcanons

Sleeping Positions

A/N: heyyy, yesss I'm so sorry, I've been so busy with everything!! Awwhh that warms my heart, I'm glad you enjoy my writing 🥺- & yess I can do, I tok want my boys back!!! I'm pretty sure I'm on my 5th re-watch of the show. xx

Steven Grant

Big Spoon.

Steven is an absolute cuddler, he just needs to feel your body against his. The way you fit perfectly into his arms and his legs can curl up right behind you. The way he can feel your heart beat while you snore lightly. The way your belly sticks out a bit when you're on your side, makes you all the more lovelier to cuddle.

It's the little things that make him fall in love with you even more. The small breaths you take or when you mumble his name in your sleep. Even the small smile that graces your face as he hopes you dream of him.

Man, that makes his stomach fill with butterflies and makes his heart swell with fondess for you.

He can't sleep without you, no matter what- he's gotten so used to you being around that he has to have you with him in bed not in a sexual way 👀

He gets a little whiney sometimes- if he's in bed before you and you're not there already.

You're catching up on marking some of your children's work and then you'll hear a small whine of your name and you let out a small smile, knowing Steven wasn't going to let you finish marking till you got in bed with him.

"Loveee, c'mere- 'm so sleepy but I can't sleep without you..."

"I'll be there in a bit honey. Just relax and I'll be th-

Next thing you know Steven had grabbed the covers and plopped himself on the sofa, making himself comfortable right next to you. His arms wrapping themselves around you as he slept on your shoulder

"Mmmhh- I'll help you mark 'em tomorrow darlin'..."

The soft feel of his breath on your neck made you feel sleepy as he pressed a gentle kiss there, urging you to come sleep with him. The yawns that slipped out your mouth made him smile.

He knew you couldn't resist it, so you closed the books, throwing them aside before turning around and cuddling into Steven.

"You're a right baby you know that?"

He had a smug smile on but glad you were sleeping with him, the both of you could get a good night's sleep. "-mm but 'm your baby.. love you darlin'.."

"Love you too honey..."

Marc Spector

Marc. Marc. Marc.

Now he was a fussy sleeper. When you first got together he was all like 'you sleep on your side and I'll sleep on mine.' This lasted for a few weeks before one night he saw you sleeping so softly. You looked so gentle and sweet in his bed and it did something to him. He had this urge to just hold you.

To just have you in his arms, to let him know you were safe and you were with him because you wanted to be. It was a choice you had made, you had chosen him and you weren't going anywhere.

So he slipped in, facing your front as he cuddled into you, he'd nuzzle his face into your neck, leaving sleepy kisses on you while he slipped his hands under your clothes.

Now almost like Steven he can't sleep if you're not by his side. Marc loves to have his hands on you whenever he has the chance.

So naturally he would also need to have them on you whilst you slept. He'd sidle in behind you, slip his hands under your top and place them just below your breasts. During the night you move around alot, so you'd end up on your back while Marc cuddles into your side, his hands still on you.

Once you'd woken up and found Marc's hands on your breast, his fingers just holding them as he snored lightly. He was so embarrassed the moment you woke him up, teasing his was your favourite sport.

"Didn't know you liked to grope me at night."

Marc's eyes would be as wide as saucepans as he slowly tried to recall what you were talking about before he looked at you and saw where his hands were. "Oh fuck- I didn't-

"Course you didn't baby- you jus-

With a light squeeze of your already tender breasts, Marc had shut you up before he pinched the bud, making you let put a soft moan of his name. "Oh yeah, you were saying baby?"

Let's just say the both of you enjoyed that morning very much and Marc was more than happy to have his hands on your breasts every night.

Jake Lockley*

"Mi amor..."

Jake, very much like Marc- has to be touching you in some way to fall asleep. Although Jake's method was much so different to the others.

Once again he cannot sleep without you, he has to have you. In the literal sense. Jake doesn't mind how you both fall asleep, just as along as he his inside of you.

Although, that goes without saying- his favourite is when you face him and wrap your legs around his waist and cuddle into his neck while he slips his cock inside of you, gently pushing as he fits snugly.

"You okay?" - "Si papi-" Fuck, you words do something to him, it ignites something ravenous inside of his body, and all he wants to do is bury his cock deeper inside of you, to keep you full of him.

But the body needs sleep and so do you. So he waits. Jake prided himself in having the best self restraint and control out of the boys and he wasn't about to break it right now.

Although, giving you a little pleasure wasn't something he couldn't do. "Cariño, ¿te hago sentir bien?"

"Please Jake-"

Jake gives in, his hand slipping down to rub your clit, while he feels you clench around him, making him growl obscenities into your ear. His lips leaving bites all over your neck while you whine helplessly.

Jake curses in Spanish, his hips thrusting slowly into you as he wills himself not to come. "Ven por mí mi vida."

"Te amo Jake..."

Once he's made you come, he keeps himself inside of you, the feel of you giving him comfort. Jake loves to listen to the sound of your heartbeat, it slowly lulls him to sleep as he places one kiss on your lips.

"Dulces sueños. Te amo."

Bonus

Khonshu doesn't sleep. He's the God of the Moon for christ's sake.

Khonshu just sits there watching his Avatar's simp over this girl. His eyes focused on the way they cling tightly to her as they sleep. He must admit though, he's never seem them as focused on missions before she came along.

So she must be doing somthing right.

Khonshu thinks how silly it is that humans crave this 'human touch'. He's never needed it before.

"Pathetic."

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