#Buddy Clutch Hawks

[eatgecom]

A cool double-sided design of the 1985 animated television series - M.A.S.K.(Mobile Armored Strike Kommand).

[bumblesimagines]

this is just flirting. this will always be just flirting.

that's not what you used to say.

Maddy Perez

this is just flirting. this will always be just flirting.

that's not what you used to say.

pronouns: he/him, m!reader

Madeleine Perez had always been a force to be reckoned with. From an early age, she'd always been certain of herself and it shone through her confidence. She was the pretty popular girl with equally pretty popular friends. The cheerleader who dated the star quarterback. The girl who got everything she wanted one way or another.

Or, well, she had almost everything she wanted.

(Y/N) Daley. She'd barely given him a single thought growing up. He'd always been in the background, just another classmate and neighbor who blended in and stayed out of the more popular friend circles. Then, he changed from classmate to project buddy and it blossomed from there.

Maddy loved the attention. She loved the knowledge that she was wanted by others. Nate bruised her ego, he always did eventually, but it'd mend when she locked lips with some random guy who looked at her as if she were an angel that walked the Earth. Guys chased after her with hopes of getting with one of the prettiest girls in school and in hopes of finally one-upping Nate Jacobs. (Y/N) had been one of those guys. His head would turn when she walked by. He'd perk up when she spoke to him. He allowed her to dance around the subject of a relationship. He took the shoulder checks from Nate Jacobs when his friendship with her became known. And then, that disappeared, suddenly and abruptly the attention she had grown to desire and look forward to vanished. 

Not knowing knawed away at her like an anxiety she'd never experienced before. Nate always made her feel small during their fights, made her feel like a lost child looking for their home. He always made her worry, always ran circles in her mind each night. But this time, it'd been (Y/N) fucking Daley doing all those things. It hadn't been until Cassie, confused and concerned at her side, asked a simple yet heart-stopping question. 

"Maddy, do... do you think you love him?" She'd asked, voice soft and delicate as she ran her fingers through Maddy's raven locks. Maddy's body had stiffened, her whole body tensing at the mere mention of love. It had made Cassie backtrack and switch topics, but the question weighed heavy on her mind. She loved Nate. Or, she thought she did at least. He was everything she needed. Well-off, popular, good family, good future. She'd never have to work a day in her life with him, just as she always wanted. But did she actually want Nate or did she desire the life he could provide her?

Maddy couldn't concentrate, even with a bottle of cheap beer in one hand and BB's vape in the other. She stared at the swarm of teenagers grinding and dancing together, drunken voices singing along to a generic song playing over the speakers. Her nail clinked against the brown glass, a slow rhythm as her hawk eyes searched for his familiar face. Cassie stood at her side, phone in hand and her bright screen illuminating her face as she frantically typed. Likely another fight with McKay. Kat stood at her other side, her phone also in hand but awaiting a message. Finally, her phone vibrated. 

"Okay, Ethan says they're he-" Maddy passed the beer and vape off to a barely conscious BB and walked forward, those with sober minds immediately stepping out of the way for her. She slipped around the tipsy and drunk ones, calling out sharp 'excuse me's and 'move's until she reached the less crowded front door and watched with bated breath. It creaked open and Ethan stepped through with his phone clutched tightly to his chest. His brother followed with his phone in hand as well, his brows dipped and eyes focused on the screen in deep concentration. 

"Hey, Maddy." Ethan greeted, trying to sound casual but the high-pitched end to his greeting failed him. She plastered a fake smile for him and motioned over her shoulder in the direction of Kat, watching him nod in thanks and disappear into the crowd. (Y/N) lifted his head and dragged his eyes away from his phone at Ethan's movements, lips jutting out in slight offense at his brother's abandonment. His head tilted in her direction and they locked eyes, prompting her to glide over to him.

"Why do I feel like you're avoiding me?" She asked, arching one brow and folding her arms over her chest. She'd chosen a good dress, the dress that always drew eyes to her wherever she went. (Y/N)'s eyes, however, remained on her face and his casual shrug made her skin prickle. Her arms fell to her sides and she groaned, catching his arm and pulling him down a lonely hallway. He grunted quietly but otherwise didn't protest. 

It was foreign territory. Maddy Perez wasn't one to beg or chase or be tripped up over a guy. No, she was the one who turned the other cheek and moved on to the next prize that would have Nate doing all those things for her. Yet, there she was, standing in the middle of a dimly lit hallway because a guy- her crush- had decided to ignore her. How the mighty fall.

"Why are you so worked up, Mads? We're... classmates who occasionally flirt. This is just flirting. This will always be just flirting."

"That's not what you used to say." 

"No, it's what you used to say." She blinked, and then her heart sank into the pits of her stomach. "Why would I waste my time when you're always going to go back to Nate? I'm the rebound, remember? The guy you to go when Nate leaves and then ditch when he comes back. I'm not mad about it, Mads. I'm just treating you how you've always treated me."

"I-"

"And I prefer it this way."

[zombislut]

Twins Tantrums and Tender Moments

So, I used @gemini-sensei & @sensei-venus, concept of the moskowitz twins and made, this

Hawk Moskowitz stood in the living room, watching in disbelief as his three-year-old twins, Maverick and Maya, turned the room into a whirlwind of chaos. Toys were strewn everywhere, and the two toddlers were in full meltdown mode. Maverick was wailing at the top of his lungs, clutching his favorite toy truck that had lost a wheel, while Maya was on the floor, kicking and screaming because her tower of blocks had toppled over.

"Hey, hey, what's going on in here?" Hawk's voice was firm but gentle, the tone he had perfected over the past few years.

You entered the room, eight months pregnant with your second child, and sighed deeply. "They've been at it for an hour now. I tried everything—snacks, stories, songs—but nothing's working."

Hawk nodded and walked over to Maverick, kneeling down to his level. "Hey, buddy, what's the matter?"

Maverick sniffled and held up his broken truck. "My truck is broken, Daddy!"

Hawk took the truck and examined it, his heart aching at the sight of Maverick's tear-streaked face. "You know what, Maverick? I bet we can fix this together. How about we try that?"

Maverick nodded, hiccuping between sobs. Hawk gave him a reassuring smile and set the truck aside for a moment. He then turned to Maya, who was still crying on the floor.

"Princess, what's wrong with your blocks?" he asked softly.

"My tower fell down, Daddy! It was so tall, and now it's gone!" Maya wailed, her little fists pounding the carpet.

Hawk gathered Maya in his arms, holding her close. "It's okay, Maya. We can build an even taller tower together. How about that?"

Maya's cries began to subside as she buried her face in Hawk's shoulder. You watched the scene with a mixture of exhaustion and admiration, grateful for Hawk's patience and tenderness.

After a few minutes, Maverick and Maya were calmer, sitting on the floor with Hawk as he helped Maverick fix his truck and Maya rebuild her tower. The room, once filled with chaos, was now filled with quiet concentration and the occasional giggle.

Once the truck was fixed and the tower was rebuilt, Hawk pulled both twins into a big hug. "See? We did it together. You two are amazing."

You walked over and joined the family hug, resting your head on Hawk's shoulder. "Thank you, Hawk. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He kissed the top of your head. "We're in this together, always."

As the evening wore on, the twins eventually drifted off to sleep, worn out from their tantrums and the excitement of fixing their toys. You and Hawk tucked them into bed, their tiny faces peaceful and content.

Back in the living room, you collapsed onto the couch with a sigh of relief. Hawk sat beside you, his arm around your shoulders. "We survived another day," he said with a chuckle.

You laughed softly and leaned into him. "Yeah, we did. And with another one on the way, it's only going to get crazier."

Hawk placed a hand on your swollen belly, his eyes filled with love and anticipation. "Bring it on. I can't wait to meet our new little one and see what adventures they bring."

You smiled, feeling the baby kick in response to Hawk's touch. "Me neither."

As you both sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, the exhaustion of the day caught up with you. Hawk leaned back, and you rested your head on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Slowly, your eyes grew heavy, and before long, you both drifted off to sleep, finding peace and comfort in each other's embrace.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

MMMMMMMm! Wonder what I'm going to pick 🤔 Classic + any/all of the MTT for 14? (ship or not idm) :3

classic + mtt!!! my new rising interest....

14. rollie - (g)i-dle

Sit up and you watch my freakin' crew They ain't give a second chance, it's true Pull up on your block, hey, you move

moving day is supposed to be simple. sans lugs a single box up the stairs. he’s humming a tune, completely unbothered by the world around him. behind him, his three self-appointed bodyguards – killer, murder, and horror – trail like hawks circling prey.

“this place is way too exposed,” horror mutters, his sockets narrowing as he glares at the complex’s open courtyard. “no natural defenses. too many escape routes. a disaster waiting to happen.”

“relax,” killer says, leaning against the stair railing with a sharp grin. “maybe the residents are part of some underground spy ring. could spice things up for us, huh?”

“or,” murder deadpans, “they’re just regular people. which makes any place suspicious by default.”

sans adjusts his grip on the box and glances over his shoulder. “you guys aren’t scaring the neighbors, are you? i kinda like the idea of people not screaming when they see me.”

“no, no,” killer says, waving him off. “we’re just… evaluating.”

“vetting,” horror corrects.

“being thorough,” murder adds.

sans stares at them for a moment, then shrugs. “alright, just don’t do anything i’ll have to apologize for later.” he heads inside, blissfully unaware of the planning brewing behind him.

***

first target:

horror zeroes in on a jogger stretching near the parking lot. the guy notices him looming and freezes mid-stretch.

“getting your steps in, huh?” horror grins, arms crossed. “or are you scoping the area? mapping the joints?”

the jogger stammers. “i- what- i’m just jogging!”

“sure you are, buddy,” horror sneers. he steps closer, his voice dropping. “how long have you been watching this complex? weeks? months? what’s your real plan?”

the jogger bolts away without answering, abandoning his water bottle. horror watches him go, snorting. “amateur.”

***

second target:

killer saunters up to an elderly woman sitting on a bench with her fluffy dog. his grin is wide and unsettling as he leans down to scratch the dog behind the ears.

“cute doggy you have here,” he says casually. “real… inconspicuous. bet it’s good for hiding bugs, huh? cameras? maybe even tiny explosives?”

the woman gasps, clutching the dog closer. “she’s just a dog!”

“just a dog,” killer echoes, tilting his head like he’s mulling it over. “or the perfect cover for you to survey this area.” he grins wider. “nice play, lady. i like it.”

the woman flees, her dog yowling in her arms. killer straightens up, chuckling. “they always run.”

***

third target:

murder blocks the path of a teenager walking through the courtyard with a bluetooth speaker blasting music. the teen frowns but doesn’t stop walking, instead walking past the hooded skeleton.

“turn that down,” murder says.

the teen pauses. “why?”

“because,” murder says, deadpan, “nobody listens to music that loud unless they’re trying to cover something.” he gestures toward the speaker. “what are you hiding? victims in your apartment complex?”

“i’m not holding anyone at my place!” the teen snaps.

murder doesn’t blink. “exactly what someone hiding something would say.”

the teen groans and hurries away. murder watches them leave, muttering, “how suspicious…”

***

by the time sans finishes unpacking the first box, the courtyard is eerily quiet. he leans out from the door and spots the trio regrouping, each looking way too pleased with themselves.

“hey, what’s with the silence?” sans asks, suspicious now. “did you guys actually scare off the neighbors?”

“scare?” killer grins. “nah, they were already scared. we just gave them a reason.”

“you’re welcome, by the way,” horror says, crossing his arms. “this place is probably twenty percent safer now.”

murder shrugs. “and quieter. you hate noise, right?”

sans groans, rubbing his nonexistent temples. “i don’t hate noise. i hate apologizing to people for your noise at night.” he points a bony finger at them. “you’ve been treating me like a kid all day, and you’re the ones causing trouble around here.”

“kid?” killer laughs. “sans, you’re practically a baby. no offense.”

“a babybones,” horror adds with a smirk.

sans raises a hand. “stop. just stop. you three need a hobby asides from terrorizing people.”

***

later that evening, there’s a knock at the door. sans opens it to find an elderly woman holding a trembling plate of cookies.

“h-hello,” she stammers, her dog peeking out from under her arm. “we, um, wanted to welcome you to the building. please… don’t let them-” she trails off, her eyes darting nervously past sans.

sans takes the cookies, glancing back at the trio, who are lounging like cats on the couch, staring at his direction unerringly. “don’t worry,” he says to the woman with a strained smile. “i’ll keep them on a leash.”

the woman nods quickly and flees. sans closes the door, turns to the trio, and narrows his sockets.

“alright,” he says, setting the cookies down on the coffee table. “what. did. you. do?”

killer shrugs. “just friendly neighborhood stuff. asking questions. bonding.”

“making small talk,” horror corrects.

“reminding people,” murder adds.

sans groans and plops onto a chair. “you know i’m an adult, right? i can handle myself. i don’t need three big bad skeletons playing cop with the entire building!”

“handle yourself?” horror scoffs. “you’re younger than some of my old boots.”

“yeah,” killer says, smirking. “besides, we can’t let you get snatched by a suspicious dog lady, sans. imagine the headlines.”

sans glares at them but grabs a cookie. “you’re all insane. but at least the cookies are good.”

the trio exchange smug glances and settle in, ready to guard their client for another day.

[the--blackdahlia]

Catcalling (Adrian Toomes x Reader)

Title: Catcalling

Summary: Adrian doesn't take too kindly to someone catcalling you.

Warnings: Some language, violence

You heard catcalling frequently while walking around New York. You usually had headphones on and could block it out. But today, you were walking with Adrian, hand in hand. You heard someone say that you should upgrade to a younger model.

“Don’t worry babe, they’re just fucking losers,” Adrian had squeezed your hand and he smiled at you.

“Fucking fat bitch!” One yelled. You shrugged it off, just like Adrian told you to. But suddenly you felt him stop walking.

“Adrian?” You asked softly. He let go of your hand and walked over to the construction workers.

“What was that?” He had a venom in his voice that you picked up on, but the idiots did not.

“What’s it to you old man? You obviously couldn’t hear!” The guy and his buddies laughed. But the next thing they knew, Adrian’s fist slammed square into the instigator's face. He fell hard, clutching at his nose. “Oh god my fucking nose!”

The other guys looked at Adrian but saw the look in his eyes. That dark hatred only came out when the Avengers were brought up. Or when you were in danger. The guys all held their hands up in surrender, backing away from their fallen comrade.

“We didn’t see a thing,” One commented. “Did we boys?”

“No,” A chorus answered. Adrian smirked, the right side of his lips curling, giving him a more sinister look.

“Good, that’s what I thought,” Adrian growled, wiping his hands on his tight jeans before returning to your side. He wrapped an arm around you and started walking away.

“Babe, you didn’t have to do that,” You spoke softly, even though there was traffic that would’ve made it hard to hear. But he had eyes like a hawk, ears like a sleeping dog when the treat bag was opened, and reflexes like a cat. “What if, you know, had been out and about?”

“Little Spider-Man? Please. Even he can’t get in the way of me protecting my baby girl,” He stopped you and cupped your face. “You are my top priority. Always will be. Anyone who fucks with that answers to me. Understand?”

“Yes daddy,” You whispered, making him groan lowly.

“Fuck dinner. We’ll order in. Let’s go home,” He took your hand and led you a different way home. He couldn’t get you there fast enough, and you knew you’d be feeling it the next morning.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Is it weird that I want recs of books with kidnapping?

Not at all! I love kidnapping books. Totally natural. There's a reason why it's a mainstay in the genre.

Historical:

A Rose at Midnight by Anne Stuart. This is a dark historical romance, so TW for past sexual assault of the heroine (not by the hero, but described fairly explicitly), the Reign of Terror in France, and some preeeetty heavy dubcon with the hero. I know a lot of discussion has been had about what constitutes enemies to lovers... THIS. IS. IT. The heroine attempts to poison the hero (she actually does poison him, he just doesn't die as she was planning) for revenge early in the book, then escapes his clutches after he figures out it was her. He chases her down and kidnaps her. Ridiculously good and stupid hot if you're down for some true loooooathing and very complicated feelings.

Shadowheart by Laura Kinsale. Allegreto kidnaps Elayne/Elena to force her to marry him as a part of his Evil Scheme. Noncon first encounter, Kinsale is very true to medieval values--Elena's honestly more bugged by the complications that come with her not being a virgin anymore than anything else, AND I will say this is one of the most fascinating sex scenes I've ever read, because when she bites his shoulder he comes like, immediately and looks at her like FRIGHTENED after, and she realizes that it's because he gave up the game and revealed his fetish for pain/being dominated. Which she does use against him! DELICIOUS.

The Hawk by Monica McCarty. This is kind of a medieval kidnapping of convenience. The hero fishes the heroine out of the water and basically hauls her along with him because she's the daughter of an enemy. He's a pretty jolly kidnapper.

The Last Crimes of Peregrine Hind by Sierra Simone. This is an m/m kidnapping. This highwayman kidnaps a dandy because revenge and ransom reasons, and the dandy is like "I can work with this". Much sex enues, and it's GREAT.

A Kingdom of Dreams by Judith McNaught. Classic medieval kidnapping; the heroine is Scottish, and the English hero has his men kidnap her (and her sister, I think?) because war. Unfortunately for him, this girl is PSYCHOTIC.

Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas. Not a traditional kidnapping, but Kev does kidnap Win as a part of some marriage tradition stuff--ties her up and everything. She is VERY enthusiastic about being kidnapped because she's been begging for his dick for the entire book, and he does give it to her for like 24 hours straight.

Duke of Desire by Elizabeth Hoyt. This is one where the hero kidnaps the heroine and forces her to marry him to keep her safe from the villains, but he then refuses to consummate the marriage because he has some pretty severe trauma from being sexually abused as a child (TW, obviously). The heroine wants children, so this presents a problem.

Scandalous Desires by Elizabeth Hoyt. This is kind of a coerced kidnapping--Mickey left his infant daughter on orphanage lady Silence's doorstep, and she's been raising the baby for months and has fallen in love with her. So when Mickey takes the baby back (because his enemies are after him and he doesn't want her used against him) she comes running, and he's basically like, if you want the baby you have to stay in captivity here. She agrees.

The Dragon and The Pearl by Jeannie Lin. DELICIOUS. The hero is a warlord, and the heroine is the previous emperor's concubine. He's sure she knows secrets, so he kidnaps her to get them out of her. Sadly, she is very smart, and he finds this Difficult.

Contemporary:

Possession by Adriana Anders. This is more of a kidnapping kink--the heroine fantasizes about being kidnapped, so her husband enlists his buddy to help him fulfill that fantasy in a BIG way. A threesome ensues!

Mafia:

Mafia Mistress by Mila Finelli. Fausto kidnaps Frankie so that she can marry his son, Giulio. However, Fausto ends up being muuuuch more into her, so he pivots to making her his mistress. Duology, leads into Mafia Darling.

Mafia Madman by Mila Finelli. Enzo blows up a bar and fakes Gia's death in order to kidnap her for revenge (against Fausto; this one stands alone, but I'd recommend reading them in order). He then keeps her in a cage on his yacht and intends to humiliate her, but she actually turns out to be almost as batshit insane as he is, and it gets Out of Hand.

The Professional by Kresley Cole. The hero in this book kidnaps the heroine on the orders of his boss (her biological father). But, after he gets her off in a cornfield, things get complicated...

The Master by Kresley Cole. In this one, the heroine is initially a sex worker hired by the hero, and they hit it off. However, she realizes she missed her birth control or something, and they had unprotected sex during her fertile window, and he's VERY pissed and kidnaps her to wait it out. Much more sex is had, and a chastity belt is involved. Loooove.

Dark:

King's Captive by Amber Bardan. The heroine is kidnapped by the hero on the day he crashes her birthday party and kills everyone there, including her dad. Then we jump three years into the future. This one has... quite a twist.

Paranormal:

Dragon Bound by Thea Harrison. The hero is an ancient dragon shifter, and the heroine steals one (1) penny from his horde as a part of a job she's blackmailed into doing. He is NOT PLEASED and chases her down and kidnaps her. However, he's also quickly like "I like the way she smells and her pretty hair and I want to keep her forever".

The Warlord Wants Forever by Kresley Cole. Nikolai (a vampire) kidnaps Myst (a valkyrie) as revenge/also just to claim her because she left him with a literally unending boner for FIVE. YEARS. So his long game is to basically keep her captive and shower her with sexual pleasure until she agrees to stay with him forever. Some pretty heavy dubcon/noncon, but in a "she is loving this but says she doesn't" kind of way.

A Hunger Like No Other by Kresley Cole. Lachlain (a werewolf) realizes Emma (a valkyrie/vampire hybrid) is his mate and kidnaps her because, you know, mating, even though he's VERY displeased about this, what with being tortured by vampires for 150 years. Noncon/dubcon involved.

Kiss of a Demon King by Kresley Cole. A lady kidnapping a man! Sabine kidnaps Rydstrom and sexually tortures him in an effort to get him to fuck her and get her pregnant as a part of her brother's nefarious schemes. Dubcon, obvi, though he for sure gets her back on that score...

Lothaire by Kresley Cole. Lothaire keeps Ellie on death row, and when she decides to just not fight it and die he's like "WOW. RUDE." and kidnaps her because he believes she's the vessel for his actual fated mate, an evil goddess. (He is, in fact, incorrect.) One of my favorite things about this is that he has magical wards set up to keep her from escaping his penthouse apartment, so he just sits there and counts down as she runs to try to throw herself out a window or something and nods when he hears her like, bounce off a force field lmao. LOVE THEIR LOVE.

The Fae Queen's Captive by Sierra Simone. F/f kidnapping. The heroine is kidnapped by the fae queen for Mysterious Purposes and becomes her pet. Not a bad gig.

Sci-fi:

Barbarian Alien by Ruby Dixon. The heroine is kidnapped by her fated alien mate, which is very against the rules because these aliens are Feminist Kings. Fortunately for him, she is very horny and decides to go with it.

Barbarian Mine by Ruby Dixon. In this one, the hero is a SUPER barbarian alien, because he was literally raised off the grid by his dad who died when he was young (his dad raised him off the grid because he did in fact kidnap the hero's mom). He kidnaps the heroine because mating bond, and she's also like ".... fine".

[mrs-theirin]

[ao3 link]

Andraste’s ass.

After the Seeker left, well informed but deeply dissatisfied with Varric’s answers, all Varric had left was the ruin of the estate and silence.

Hawke’s estate wasn’t used to silence. Even on her worst days, she managed to keep it loud and bustling, bursting with music or laughter or just plain shouting. Whether it was the chaos of the mages taking refuge or the banter of their friends, there was always noise. Yet silent it had been for years. Until now.

Letters scattered on the cold tile. Lamps shattered, desks haphazardly laid ajar, doors thrown open and left agape. Even bottles of wine poured onto the floor in case there was something, anything hidden within them. Cassandra and her men did not spare a single corner.

To bring him here, to interrogate him about her in her own home–

Varric’s fist tightened around a discarded bottle of wine.

Rivain’s purest, the bottle read. The telltale sign Hawke was traveling with Isabela.

How stupid did Cassandra think they were?

Straight from the Anderfels, said the bottle at his feet. Taste of Tevinter, read the bottle shattered a few steps away. Finest from Ferelden, said the bottle in her room upstairs. Did the Seeker really think that Hawke, the Champion of Kirkwall, a woman of lies, of banter and deceit and all things criminal, the woman who had survived in Kirkwall by hiding her identity, would be stupid enough to send Varric letters? 

Given that Cassandra had taken everything he had said as fact, Varric didn’t think she was all that bright in the first place. Sure, Hawke had known nothing of Anders’s plan–after all, why wouldn’t she be oblivious to her closest friend’s plans to change the course of history? Everything that had happened to Hawke was an unlucky happenstance; of course she killed the Arishok with pride, of course she had been up and running with a grin immediately after Leandra died, of course she was best buddies with the captain of the guard. Surely none of these could be false.

Meanwhile, if Cassandra had just asked Aveline what she thought of Hawke, she’d be able to provide her with such a long string of synonyms for the word “bitch” that she’d still be talking a week later.

He tilted the bottle in his hand. The simplest code, and the Seeker still couldn’t crack it. Didn’t even consider it. Hawke always knew how to outsmart the public.

Interrogated in her home. It was all such complete bullshit.

If he had just come here a second sooner–

Maker’s breath, the place was empty. So empty. 

And now, just like everything else in Hawke’s life, it was tainted by people who thought they were entitled to her life. To come here looking for her as a sign of faith, as if dragging her to continue being the #1 punching bag of the cosmos was a luxury, as if it was an honor. As if all she had fought for was to get yanked back into it against her will by idiots who were just trying to do “the right thing”.

Hawke’s estate was empty. And if the Seeker had her way, it would stay that way forever. Silent. Everything that Hawke never was. And never would be, if Varric had anything to say about it.

But even as he stood in the ruins of her home, clutching a bottle with her essence on it, with the sound of her voice in the dryness of the wine, with a wisp of her hair stuck to the side, he knew he’d never had a say in the matter, and likely never would. Because no matter how many stories he wrote, no matter how many lies he spun, his writing couldn’t change reality, and reality had never been kind to people like Hawke. Hawke especially. 

In her own fucking home.

Andraste’s ass.

[brookaboo]

birds of a feather

pt 2 of hawks x wife!reader

he finally tells his son and the aftermath of it all

The battle had been won, but Hawks felt no triumph, only a gaping void where you used to be. Your sacrifice was the final push that allowed the heroes to triumph over All For One, but it came at a price he never wanted to pay. His wings were gone, his quirk extinguished, and his heart shattered.

For hours after the fight, he had stayed where you fell, unwilling to let go of the last piece of you. When the medics tried to move you, it took everything in him not to scream, to fight to keep you close. But he had to leave eventually, retreating to the home you had built together—where your son, Kaito, was waiting.

The door felt impossibly heavy as he pushed it open. The warm scent of the home you loved hit him immediately—your lavender candles, the faint aroma of the cookies you had baked with Kaito the night before you left. His knees threatened to buckle as he stepped inside, knowing you would never fill this space again.

“Daddy!” Kaito’s cheerful voice rang out before Hawks could compose himself. The sound was like a knife to his chest.

The boy ran toward him, his dark hair disheveled, his eyes—your eyes—shining with excitement. He had been waiting for you both to come back, no doubt imagining you holding his hand and laughing about the day’s events.

“Daddy, did you win? Did Mommy win?” Kaito asked eagerly, tugging on Hawks’ sleeve.

Hawks swallowed hard, crouching down to Kaito’s level. His son’s innocent smile tore him apart. He tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat, choking him. His trembling hands reached out to steady Kaito’s shoulders.

“Kaito,” he began softly, his voice raw and shaky. “There’s something I need to tell you about Mommy.”

Kaito’s smile faltered, replaced with a small, curious frown. “What’s wrong, Daddy?”

“Mommy…” Hawks’ voice cracked, and he closed his eyes, trying to hold himself together. “Mommy was so brave today. She saved a lot of people, Kaito. She was a hero—just like you always said she was.”

Kaito nodded eagerly, his expression brightening a little. “Yeah! Mommy’s the best hero!”

Hawks’ heart broke all over again. “She is. She always will be. But…” He took a deep breath, forcing himself to meet his son’s gaze. “Mommy… she got hurt, Kaito. Really bad. And… she’s not coming home.”

The room fell silent. Kaito stared at him, his little brow furrowing as he tried to process the words. “What do you mean? Where’s Mommy?”

Hawks pulled Kaito into his arms, holding him tightly. “She’s gone, buddy. She… she’s up in the stars now, watching over us. She’ll always be with us, in our hearts.”

At first, Kaito didn’t say anything. Then, quietly, he asked, “Did she leave because I was bad?”

Hawks felt his chest constrict, and he shook his head furiously, pulling back to look at his son. “No! No, Kaito, this wasn’t your fault. Mommy loved you more than anything in the world. She was so proud of you, every single day. She wanted to make sure you were safe—that’s why she fought so hard.”

Tears streamed down Kaito’s cheeks as he buried his face in Hawks’ chest. “I want Mommy!” he sobbed, his small body trembling.

Hawks held him, his own tears falling freely. “I know, buddy. I know. I want her too.”

The days that followed were a blur of grief and emptiness. The home felt unbearably quiet without your laughter, your presence. Hawks found himself sitting in your favorite chair late at night, clutching the blanket you always used.

Kaito slept in your bed every night, curled up against Hawks, his small hand gripping his shirt like he was afraid he’d disappear too. Hawks never let him go, whispering stories about you when Kaito couldn’t sleep.

“Mommy used to tell me you were going to be the greatest hero someday,” Hawks said one night, brushing Kaito’s hair back as he sniffled. “She believed in you more than anyone.”

“Do you think she’s still watching me?” Kaito asked, his voice small.

Hawks nodded, his throat tight. “She’s watching, little bird. And she’s so proud of you.”

Weeks passed, and the world moved on. Heroes mourned the fallen, celebrated the victory, and began to rebuild. Hawks, now grounded without his wings, tried to find his place in a world that felt foreign without you.

He spent his days with Kaito, taking him to parks, playing the games you used to play with him, trying to keep your memory alive. Every so often, Kaito would ask about you, and Hawks would tell him more stories—about your kindness, your strength, your love for them both.

One day, as they sat under the stars, Kaito pointed to the brightest one. “That’s Mommy,” he said confidently.

Hawks smiled, his heart aching and full at the same time. “Yeah, buddy. That’s her. And she’s shining just for you.”

Though the pain of losing you never faded, Hawks carried on for Kaito—for the family you had built together. And every time he saw your son’s smile, he felt a piece of you with him, reminding him that even in loss, your love would always remain.

[agbpaints]

Played a ton kf battletech today but the big marquee event was a 15k clan-on-clan engagement for my main sparring buddy's birthday. He brought a star of his Jade Falcon mechs, I brought a star plus some battle armor points of my Rasalhague Dominion forces and we tested myomer against myomer.

He won some early touches, crippling my Adder, Kodiak, and Nova as I pulverized his Night Gyr. The elementals I brought came in clutch- finishing off his Incubus and badly crippling his Nova until the only things left on the field at any sort of combat relevance were his Turkina and Warhawk and my Gargoyle and Helion. I outflanked the Hawk with my big boy and his Turkina went in for a devastating backstab. Enter the Helion

3 LRMs and a medium laser is nowhere near enough to finish off the big behemoth that is Jade Falcon's Danger Frisbee, but its pilot has positioned it right next to a cliff. If I can survive the weapon attack phase and make the check, I have the chance to pull some fire off my Garg while doing something extremely dezgra and extremely funny. The Helion's pilot attempts a push.

*Boop*

The Turkina falls 60 meters, taking 30 damage. The Warhawk fails its fall check, as does the enemy Nova. At the end, three of my mechs are left standing. Hot, beaten, in some cases extremely crippled, but still at a slightly tactical edge. Probably one of the most memorable games I've played to date

[coffee-b]

i've been playing a bg3 co-op with my buddies and it is so insanely fun

i love that friendly fire is allowed (very cool), love getting thrown into chasms by the fighter, love getting guiding bolted by the cleric, love that hitting my familiar aggros everything in sight, love especially that as an evocation wizard i have spell sculptor on and cannot hit my friends in return. goty

long id under the cut/in alt

[Image ID: Three waist-up portraits of characters from Baldur's Gate 3.

The first is Emerynne, a high elf woman. She has long, straight chestnut hair, green eyes (of which one is a prosthetic), and pale skin. She wears golden armour. A sword is strapped to her back; she holds a flute in one hand; and she is casting a healing spell with the other.

The second is Valiance, a tiefling. They have ochre skin and short, slicked back black hair. Their horns are curved like a ram's and are coloured on a black to white gradient. They wear a green and gold robe and cast a spell from a tome.

The third is Lilica, a drow woman. She has dark purplish-grey skin and curly white hair, which is braided into a faux-hawk. She wears silver and purple armour and clutches a longsword. End ID.]

[sukoshimikan]

not fandom related but can i please get an introduction to your chickens? i wanna meet those lovely ladies <3 (--direwombat)

Of course!! We started out with six day old chicks from Tractor Supply close to three years ago. The only one left from the original flock is Miss Pepper, she's the leader of the citrus squad. That's our four orange hens Beauty the bantam silkie, Skunk and Trash Boat, and Miss Pepper.

Then there's Gertrude and Grunhilda the Polish sisters, they're the black hens with big white tophats/ poofs.

Five (?) Wyandottes, two are known roosters. The largest Wyandotte rooster is Walter, second largest is Steve, and the one that I'm not quite sure on is Bud or Buddy. Bud is the friendliest one so far and if you ever see me with a black and orange chicken on me it's probably them. Only one of the Wyandotte pullets is named right now, partner calls her Pecker.

Two Easter eggers/ Americaunas, Miss Hawk and Chicken aka Soup. Hawk is a tan and grey mature hen that lays mint green eggs. Soup is much smaller, brown, orange, and grey. I'm not sure what color her eggs are yet, but we suspect that she lays the olive green ones. Soup is also Mr Dumpling aka Dumpledoo's sister. They both came from TSC (Tractor Supply Co).

One white Brahma hen named Co-producer Speed Weed. She's one of the largest hens in the flock next to our unknown breed large grey hen Daisy. Daisy is also the oldest flock member currently, believe she was twoish years old when we got her at a swap meet a year or so ago.

Miss Muppet is our white bantam silkie aka the fur bird. Her feathers are closer to fur or hair than our other silkie Beauty. She was bred from a white male silkie and one of the hens hens in our flock twoish years ago. Muppet is easily one of the best broody hens we have and has hatched out multiple clutches.

Dumpling aka Dumpledoo is the main rooster, he's white with orange, gold, and brown feathers, puffy cheeks, and a beard! He was originally purchased as a pullet at TSC but ended up being a rooster and is an absolute angel.

It's very muddy in the chicken run right now so here's a picture from late last year of some of the flock enjoying a morning sip!

[chidoroki]

My Hero Academia S7EP9

aka: hope is the thing with feathers (teehee hsr brain go brr)

Oof seeing the final bits of the brothers fight after reading the recent chapter hits different now.

It’s hilarious how bland all the background heroes look. I know it would’ve been a pain to come up with unique designs for every single one but they give such npc energy. Same with the villains too.

Oohh Ashido using her acid to block that giant hammer and jump away was nice.

I have absolutely no memory of this dude with the purple flowers.

Yeah, figured Spinner became huge due to an extra quirk.

Nooo not Todoroki’s tears freezing! Don’t cry buddy!

Okay, knowing that Endeavor retired after this war and Hawks became the new president of the safety commission, who’s number one hero now? Jeanist?

Tell me why it took me several seasons to realize that Hawks and Gray Fullbuster share a voice actor…? There’s no way it only rang a bell just now, right? Oh my god.

“Can you dodge this in time, Nagant’s replacement?” Not related to the incoming attack at all but for real, I’m was so happy to see her and Hawks chat a little in the latest chapter. They would be such awesome friend honestly.

Jirrroooo! Let’s fucking go girl!

Tokoyami is such a loyal sidekick to Hawks too.

“Shouldn’t you wait until after you’ve beaten us to say that, All For One?” While I love the confidence and that frame of Jiro, please don’t taunt the psycho, sweetie!

It’s amazing how powerful a couple little feathers can be. Hawks really coming in clutch keeping the kiddos safe.

FUCK THAT’S RIGHT! That one blast that costs Jiro one of her jacks! Ohhh no no no!

The fact she gets scared to death and basically loses half her quirk yet still manages to stay and fight back is grand and I adore her very much.

[atangledfate]

Jet actually smiled at Surge as she got up in his face! The fact that she'd threatened him seemed to either amuse him, or just sit better with him then Sonic and his boyscout bullshit! The Hawk looked at Sonic and pointed toward Surge with a smug smile on his face! He chuckled at her and enjoyed Sonic's annoyed stare! yea he liked torturing the bastard!

" HAH! i like her, spicy..."

He didn't directly acknowledge her being a Tenrec but if nothing else he seemed to respect her threats!

" Awww whats wrong blue! did you MISS me! "

Sonic Placed a hand on the bridge of his nose clearly not in the mood for Jet today. He sighed and waved a hand in a dismissive way as they had bigger issues to deal with right now. He was of the same mind as Surge, he'd have been find with her finishing her sentence just this once!

" No ... no Surge has the right idea--- I really don't have the time for this Jet. We are here to Stop Clutch, and make sure this floating eye sore doesn't crash into Restoration... now either you are gonna help or get outta my way! "

Jet just laughed at Sonic as he crossed his arms and floated toward the hole in the hanger bay door. He seemed rather confident and full of himself! mostly because he knew sonic and surge missed the party and that made him smile inside! he loved when Sonic fell on his face! as long as it didn't cause him problems like the war, it was all good in his book!

" Well! Looks like everyone wants to strange the old man! I'll do you two a solid! Wave says there was a Chaos Energy spike about 2 minutes ago... do with that what you want! as for me! I'm gonna make like my name and peace out! OH and hog ALL the glory! "

Jet let out the most annoying squawking laugh!

" GUESS you were just--- TO SLOW Sonic! hah! peace losers! oh yea! one more thing! pretty sure the self destruct is active... sooooo might wanna get while the gettin's good! OH and Miles is in the engine room! tryin't get this tub moving! you might wanna get on that! "

Jet gave them both a rude hand gesture! launched out the hole and shot across the sky to catch up with his team! Sonic just looked like he was gonna blow a gasket! He never did get along with Jet, especially not after--- well was better not to think of the past. He turned to Surge and sighed giving her a long stare.

" i fucking hate that guy--- Chaos Energy Spike, could Clutch use Chaos Control? Nah no way! must have been something else... still what ever it was, sounds like He dipped. "

He let out an exasperated sigh

" probably ... in ... that shuttle... huh, guess you were right. Sorry... I messed up...Probably long gone by now. Look if you wanna split i get it, but i gotta save my little buddy--- and get outta here before this thing goes nuclear... once we are on the ground. I'll keep my promise... "

=============================================

Meanwhile deep in the depths of the Air Ship mils stepped over the last of the security force. Grabbing the console as he pulled his miles electric out of his fluffy tail. He hooked it up to the console and quickly broke the fire wall. He tapped it a few times and the manual controls slid up from the deck. He turned and gripped the handles and took a deep breath... well this was it!

With a smile he pushed the throttle forward changing the direction of the airship and pushed out of the giant wisps grasp. The entire ship lunging forward. Miles, finally had control but with the red lights flashing he wasn't sure he could get it clear and escape in time. He hooked into the coms of the air ship and spoke directly into it.

" Attention idiot's of Clean Sweep! this is your new captain speaking! you have about 3 minutes before this boat goes critical! if you have half a brain you should abandon ship! Find a shuttle! an escape pod! or your nearest window or door and jump for it! you'll have a shot at surviving! sorry, shuffle board has been canceled! i repeat! shuffle board has been canceled! thanks for flying Prower Air! see ya losers! "

He sighed as he flipped intercom back off and braced himself for the task ahead! Saving restoration was his biggest concern! that mean flying this hunk of junk away from restoration air space! but... he wasn't sure he had enough time to do that and escape, boy what a shit choice!

" welp... i wish i could take my own advice... hehe... boy i could use a blue hedgehog right about now..."

Surge would dash right in front of Jet's face once he finished flapping his beak. "I'm a fucking TENREC. If you ever call me a hedgehog again I'll shove that board right up you're fucking-" The tenrec suddenly cut herself off, as if she was listening to someone before glaring at Jet. "Get it right next time or you'll regret it," the speedster said, walking away from the avian before she socks him right in the face.

Surge then walk up to Sonic. "You deal with the annoying fucking bird before I do something you'll get all annoyed about." The tenrec was temped to follow through with her unfinished threat, though didn't need the hedgehog bitching to her about till the ends of the universe about it. "And be quick about it. The sooner this ends the sooner you can take Drippy home," the speedster said, leaning against the wall and waiting.

'You know, you could just tell Jet it's a personal thing with you and not threaten him. It's not like he knows.' A voice in Surge's head spoke. 'Then again, he may provoke you about it and then I'll just agree with you to knock him on his ass. Smart move letting Sonic deal with him.'

'Can you just shut up right now? I've been though enough shit today and that fact that you're still hanging around isn't help.' Surge had been starting to hear Selene voice ever since the sewers and all her fucking advice on how to do shit. 'Why are you even here? Didn't you say you would fade away into my subconscious or some shit?' The tenrec was confused why this was happening.

'I said supposedly, though I'm not psychiatrist by any means. That means it was just an educated guess with me having zero clue about it that a few random videos I saw at some point.' Selene doubts that could even count as having any kind of information. 'Still wished we could've broken one of Clutch's leg. That's be real pay back for shooting... us? Me? Now I'm confused.'

'Don't worry, I'll make sure to bust both his fucking legs if I ever get the chance. Doubtful with how long I'll be locked up, though a gal can dream.' Surge pretty much missed her only chance and was sure Eggman was to thank for that. Always finding ways to screw people over even if he didn't plan to. 'Though I could honestly use some quiet thoughts right now.'

'Alright, I'll leave you alone. I'm still trying to figure out what happened anyway.' Selene wasn't sure how she was still around, though wasn't really going to complain. Made her wonder if she could take control of their body, though only time would tell she guessed.

The Mother Wisp finally let go of the airship after moving it away by a decent length. She was starting to get extremely annoyed at the weapons shooting at her, though figured it was best to just ignore it. "Sonic, I believe it is far enough? I'm not completely sure, though if it is then I'd like to get away from this airship. It's starting to annoy me."

[tieflingteatime]

just for fun (part 2)

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Eddie and F!Reader lose their virginity to each other. But it doesn't mean anything, they're only fuck buddies.... right?

C/W: swearing, P in V sex, semi-public sex. Reader is 18. Very much NSFW. Minors DNI

Part 1 // AO3

You wave over to the rest of them as you make your way to your accustomed seat at Eddie’s side, a tray filled with something that might’ve passed for lunch in a Victorian workhouse. Or that’s what Eddie thinks, at least.

“Dunno how you can eat that muck,” he grumbles as you sit down, shovelling two biscuits in his mouth.

“Hey, it’s not that bad!” you chuckle, looking over to the others for backup. “Right, guys? I can’t be the only one that enjoys it… right?”

“Yeah!” Dustin pipes up as the rest stare on in silence. One of Eddie’s little “sheep,” those younger boys that he recruited into his Dungeons & Dragons club with the promise of adventures, fame and glory — albeit strictly in the tabletop realm. And a necessary fall in social status, of course, but since all of them were more or less outcasts to begin with, not much changed there. “They actually had really nice tacos on Tuesday, and the lunch lady told me next week they’re gonna try doing enchiladas.” His face lights up at the thought.

“Yeah, emphasis on try,” Eddie groans. “Find me one of them that can actually cook and I’ll eat my hat.”

“Eddie, you don’t have a hat.” You can’t help the playful jab at his expense, nor what follows: “Might as well eat your bandana.”

He rolls his eyes but grins at you anyway. “Sure. I’ll eat my fucking bandana, smartass.”

“You love it, really.”

“What? The smartness or the ass?”

“That’s smart ass to you.”

The younger boys follow your little exchange with unrestrained glee, although their expressions turn muted when their Dungeon Master fixes them with a terrifying stare. “And what are you giggling at, huh? Something funny?”

“Nope,” they murmur, eyes downcast. 

“That’s more like it.”

You can’t help but laugh, disguising it as a cough into your sleeve. As fierce as he can be — as mean as he likes to pretend to be — he’s a real softie deep down. It’s in the way he gives, and gives, and gives without expectation of anything in return. It’s in the hugs that burst at the seams with all the warmth he can fit in them. And it’s absolutely in the way that, for a bunch of young nobodies figuring out how to become somebodies in the dog-eat-dog world that is Hawkins High, and even beyond, he has become their shepherd.

You could see him like that, kind of. Lazing on a hill, guitar across his knees, shirt blissfully abandoned, just soaking up the sun as he hums a song for only the wind to know, letting it tousle through his long mane.

“And what are you smiling at, Y/N?” 

Shit. He just had to be born with hawk eyes.

“Nothing,” you squeak out. “Just thinking.”

“Bullshit it’s nothing. You’re an awful liar. Remind me to never play poker with you,” Eddie chuckles. “Too many tells. Way too many tells.”

“Yeah? Well it’s nothing.” You grin at him. “Can’t a lady have some secrets, anyway?” 

“Oh, a lady, are you, Y/N?” He drops into a fake-British accent that narrowly survives his bout of laughter. He reaches longingly for another biscuit before deciding against it; the sugary, crumbling goodness does not, apparently, outweigh the risk of choking to death in a giggling fit. “My sweet — my sweet, fair lady with her hair full of secrets?”

“Fuck off, Munson.”

His chair moves with an audible crrrrurrrk across the floor as he half staggers, half shuffles backwards. “Help!” he yells out, clutching his chest, face drawn in utter agony. “My fair lady is using unladylike language! Her mind has been corrupted into the gutter! She is tainted, forever doomed to spinsterhood with thirty cats! A wicked, wicked mind in a wicked body! Oh, how will I ever recover from the shock?”

His theatrics are always hilarious for you all. There’s just something so endearing about someone so utterly unafraid to make a fool out of themselves just to make their loved ones laugh.

Usually, that is. But today, it hits a little close to home for your liking. It reminds you too much of the afternoon you shared a couple of days ago, and all the thoughts you’ve had since then. 

While the others laugh and Jeff helps push his chair back in position, you remain resolutely silent and stone-faced in the face of Eddie’s clowning, even when he adds a pained, drawn-out, “Tainted” for your benefit.

You pretend to drop something under the table, using it as an excuse to grab the notebook and pen hanging precariously out of your pocket and tear off a scrap, scrawling a note for the shocked shepherd to read at his leisure. 

“Gotta go,” you say quickly in lieu of a goodbye. “Don’t want to be late for class.”

“But you’ve got another ten minutes left, Y/N.” Eddie looks puzzled as you stand up, scooping up your tray. The muck remains half-eaten. “Where are you going? Tired of me already, huh?” He flashes you a winsome grin and a wink to accompany it.

It takes all your willpower to school your face into a neutral expression. You’re not sure if you currently want to fight Eddie, or -

“I need to study. I have a test coming up in the next few days. Really need to be on my A-game.” 

You drop your note into his lap as you walk away from the table, hoping he’ll notice it before he gets up later —  and that the others won’t notice. You had tried to be subtle, but…

“Surely you can afford to live a little, Y/N.” Eddie chuckles, shaking his head. “Fail a test for once. You know you’re only going to get the highest in the class even if you add in a few mistakes. You know — be a wild, crazy teenager.” He punctuates his final words with a finger tapping the table.

You can’t help but smile. In all the years you’ve known each other, Eddie would never be able to even remotely describe you as “wild and crazy”, even if his life depended on it.

“Maybe. Maybe I’ll flub it, just for you.”

“That’s my girl. Now, go on. Shoo. Study! Get the A you deserve!”

You feel a little guilty as you walk away. You’re not going to study, even if you’re currently headed for the study hall with a bag full of notes. 

You’re going to fill your head with all the fantasies this burgeoning situation with Eddie has opened up for you. The taste of something only hinted at while you were together in his bedroom. You’re going to let all the frustration flood through your veins like a drug as you remember the fact that not once since that fateful afternoon has your best friend even hinted at the thought of fucking you.

You don’t just want to laugh at his jokes, not after you know how his mouth tastes. How his tongue has an almost electric intensity to it. How his chest felt under your wandering fingertips and the way he was so wonderfully, achingly hard for you the entire time… and how wet just the thought of it all makes you.

You set out your notes with a sigh, absently rubbing your thighs together as you struggle to focus. Only a few more hours until you were free to meet him at the spot and talk it out. 

Hell, maybe fuck it out. You didn’t think you’d lose your virginity against a tree or slumped over the bench he deals at, the one nobody goes to unless they don’t want to be seen, but it doesn’t hurt, right? Well, it might hurt at the beginning, sort of, but only a little bit, because — 

God damn it.

The words have all blurred together in front of you, meaningless shapes and squiggles. You’re not sure if you want to laugh or cry.

Eddie arrives at the bench, just like you asked… thirty minutes after school finished. What he was taking his sweet time over, you can only guess, but it doesn’t matter. He’s here now, and if he’s here then that means he’s read the note in its entirety.

He knows you want to talk.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he grins, giving you a little wave as he drops his bag and sits on top of the bench. “I know I don’t charge you for this shit, but you’ll be robbing me out of house and home if you want it this soon after the last one.”

It’s an olive branch, you realise belatedly. A way to smooth over the tension you’ve been quietly simmering in all day. 

He always did have hawk eyes. Never missing a beat.

“Yeah,” you say. Even to your ears, that’s something slightly off in your tone. “It helps me relax and stuff. Especially when there’s a bunch of tests this early in the year.”

“They’re just trying to make it clear from the start that the others have nothing on you.” He nudges you, touching your arm briefly. “Valedictorian material. I can see it, even if you can’t.”

You’re not in the mood for his jokes, so you just sigh. And then you regret it, instantly, because his face falls and he’s looking at you like he just kicked a puppy. Your puppy. A mile-long line of your kicked puppies.

“Did I say something wrong? Tell me what’s going on, Y/N, you’ve been down all day.” He clutches at your shoulders, lips opening and closing as he tries to find appropriately beseeching words.

“I just don’t know if this means anything to you, or if it was just a one and done thing,” you blurt out. “I wanna continue but you — you haven’t said anything about it since then.” You look away, unable to face him when you’re on the verge of crying. You don’t even know why you want to cry; you’re friends, you’re best friends, and this is all stupid. Just another teenage girl mood swing, you think bitterly. Stupid, stupid, stupid. “I thought maybe you lost interest in the whole thing.”

“Y/N.” 

“No, Eddie, it’s dumb, I’m sorry, I —” 

“Y/N.” He moves your head gently until you’re forced to meet his eyes.

My God. Those eyes. What Helen accomplished with her face, Eddie could do with his eyes alone.

“I didn’t lose interest. Far from it. It’s been nearly all I’ve thought about.” He scratches the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. “I mean, fuck. You were grinding on my cock, touching me all over, and you made the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. I nearly came when you took your fucking shirt off.”

You feel so utterly, relentlessly, stupid. For a different reason, this time. A bonus round of stupidity; a conga line of cognitive impotence. 

“So no, I haven’t lost interest. I kinda thought maybe you had.”

“Me?” Your eyes grow wide. “What gave you that impression?”

“Well…” He fidgets. “You didn’t mention anything either.”

“Only because I was waiting for you to mention it first!”

“And I was waiting for you to say something! I didn’t want to act like a pervert and scare you off. Didn’t want to be a freak.”

Your heart shatters around your ankles, and there’s only one thing you can do.

“Oh, Eddie.” You squeeze him into a tight hug, not caring about whether you might be currently crushing his ribcage. “You are not a freak, and you never could be. I know you better than any of those assholes ever would. Believe me when I say it, but you’re a fucking Care Bear.”

He laughs in a way that sounds suspiciously close to crying. “A fucking Care Bear, huh?”

“Yup,” you say, resolutely. “The grumpy one.”

“And there I thought you were gonna get all mushy on me, Y/N.” His eyes twinkle at you.

“Not in your life, Munson.”

You untangle yourselves as the need to breathe properly becomes evident, but your arms still remain wrapped around each other’s waists.

“You’re… sure you want this?” you ask him, searching his face for any hint of doubt.

“Yes,” Eddie says back, utterly doubtless. “You?”

“Yes.” 

He pauses for a moment. "You know, I didn't think it would be so hot."

"You trying to say I'm not hot, Eds?"

He neither confirms or denies, settling to just grin at you when you sigh at his lack of response. "You're not bad, I guess. 've seen worse."

"Not bad? Seen worse?" You screech, faking offence at his words. "Wait, what do you mean you've seen worse? Like in a magazine or real life or -"

"Real life." He shifts on the bench, hands curling and uncurling around each other. "Sometimes when girls want to buy stuff, they, uhh…" Eddie coughs. "They show me their tits because they want a discount." 

"And does it work?" You suspect it probably does.

"Aww, you can hardly complain, sweetheart," he grins, shaking his head. "You get it for free. They get it for 50% off." 

"What, because they're only half naked?" You quirk an eyebrow at him, struggling not to smile as he blushes. 

"No! Well… maybe? Oh, shut up, you absolute ass," he adds as you can't hold your laughter back any longer. 

"Sorry, Eds, it's just -" You pause, attempting to stop, but the laughter refuses to be held back by human means. "It's just so predictable."

He smirks a little at that before joining you in laughing. "Yeah, well, what can I say? They get the weed they want, I get to stare at their boobs. Everybody wins."

"So you're saying if I had just, I dunno, flashed you a year ago or something, then I'd get the tit discount? The titscount?" 

"Fucking asshole." Eddie's chuckling as he shakes his head at your unflagging mirth. "Okay, you know what? I'm gonna take back the best friend privileges. I'm gonna reverse it, even. Everytime you show me your tits, you pay full price." 

"Now who's the asshole?" 

"Uhh, you? For mooching off my stash?" He gives you a playful nudge. "Only kidding, sweetheart." 

"I woulda just showed them to you even without a discount, anyway."

"Aww, you flatter me, Y/N." 

You both settle into an easy silence for a little while. For all the unsavoury dealings that go on at the bench, it's a really peaceful place. Tucked away from anything and anyone. It would be easy to forget you're still technically on school property.

"What did you mean when you said you didn't think it would be hot, anyway?" You can't help but ask. 

He rolls his eyes at you, as though you're missing something obvious. When you just stare back at him, Eddie sighs. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it was still hot with them, kinda, but it was all, like… a business transaction. "Show me this, I'll give you that" type deal. They never never would've kissed me, for one thing. I never had anyone actually want to do that kind of thing. Not sober, anyway." 

A dim memory flickers in your mind for a moment. There was a college party he'd been invited to, because he tended to get entrance to those fairly frequently. Strictly as a dealer, though; they weren't pretending to be friends with him.

You'd been there as his plus one. Another best friend privilege. You'd been nursing a bottle of something stronger than your usual poison for the whole evening, slightly nervous of passing out in a house full of strangers. Eddie, of course, had been in business mode, not partaking in the various drinks and drugs on offer… but he had found the time to make out with a girl in the stairway while you were searching for the bathroom. 

You didn't begrudge him that; you'd only been slightly annoyed after more fruitless wandering to find out that the door he'd been blocking was the bathroom after all. By the time you'd come back out, the girl had already left and Eddie drove you home not long after, business concluded for the night.

"Well, I'm not like that, Eds. I don't need all that to just be with you. Even with my clothes on." 

"Yeah." His face crinkles into a warm smile. "I know. Plus your parents would kill me if I got you properly drunk." 

"What they don't know can't hurt them." You are a picture of perfect innocence before his eyes, the illusion only slightly ruined by the corners of your mouth twitching.

"Well, ain't that a good life motto." He fiddles with the strap of his bag, humming the opening notes of a song you vaguely recognise. It came out fairly recently, but it’s not something you’ve properly listened to yourself. Knowing Eddie, you’ll probably be given more than a few chances as the week goes on. “Don’t really fancy my odds against your dad and a pitchfork.”

“You mean a flaming pitchfork, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

You shuffle, hands writhing in your lap as you move closer. Your leg bumps against his, bouncing slightly as you try to think of something - anything - other than the unbearable absence of his tongue in your mouth.

“Something on your mind?” Eddie chuckles at you. 

You want to indulge his teasing… but you can’t. You’ve been too wound up, too frustrated over the past few days, and now the proximity of your bodies with nothing else happening is horrific. The worst kind of torture. A crime they only whisper in the Hague.

“Shut up and kiss me, Eds.” 

Not allowing him the chance to quip back, you seize his head in your hands and pull his lips to yours, drinking in his moan as your fingers tangle at the back of his neck. Eddie’s mouth is as soft and warm as you remembered, tasting faintly of nicotine; he must have smoked before coming to you. 

His hands snake over your torso, coming to rest at your hips as he pulls you into his lap. When you start to rock your hips against his growing arousal, he almost howls, nails digging into you so hard you wonder if he’s trying to pierce your skin. 

“Need you,” you chant against his neck, tongue fluttering against his earlobe. “Need you, need you, need you.”

Whatever restraint he might have been aiming for snaps when you run your hands up underneath his shirt, tracing shapes and words around his nipples. “Please.”

His hands are trembling against your thighs now. “Baby…” 

“Tell me,” you coo for him, giving him light little kisses and teasing his lips with the tip of your tongue, pulling away just before he can try to deepen it. “Tell me what you need.”

Eddie’s hardly speaking anymore, his words strung out into one long, breathy groan. “Need to be inside you, baby -”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, p-please.” He sighs, unbuckling his belt and letting it hang loose over his hips, desperately trying to relieve the growing pressure. “‘M not gonna last much longer if you keep - if you -”

“Okay, honey, okay.” You press a gentle kiss to his temple. “I’ve got you, Eds.” 

You get up off his lap briefly, one leg on the top of the table and one knee resting on the seat underneath. Eddie hisses as you unzip his jeans, taking a few seconds to gently stroke the bulge twitching angrily before you. 

“Should we go to your van or… here?” 

“Here,” he says so quickly you almost don’t catch it. The words stumble out of him. “Please, baby, nobody’s here, no one’ll see, need it so badly -”

You almost can’t believe that your little fantasy is coming true, but you don’t care. You need it just as badly as he does, if the growing ache between your thighs is anything to go by. 

He pulls his own jeans down to his ankles as you do the same, taking a moment to rifle through his bag urgently before finding his wallet. Eddie pulls out a condom seconds later, but nearly drops it when he sees your lacy underwear as you stand upright again. 

“God, Y/N,” he whispers. “All that for me? C’mere, baby.”

You straddle his thighs once more as he pulls you in for another kiss. His fingers pull at the hem of your underwear, pulling it to the side, and you both moan as he ghosts over your folds. 

“Fuck, so wet for me already?” 

You can’t speak, only nod, and press your lips to his more urgently. He takes the hint, deepening the kiss as his tongue swipes across yours, hungrily exploring every inch of your mouth as his hand moves lower between your thighs. 

He grazes your entrance with his fingertip, giving you a wary glance before slipping inside, moving slowly and carefully for fear of hurting you. It’s the opposite, actually, because each little inch moving deeper is setting your blood aflame. 

“More,” you whimper into his mouth, and he nods, pulling almost entirely out before sliding back inside again. Eddie adds a second finger as he begins to fuck you in earnest, crowing as your thighs start to tremble. The squelch of his movements echoes around the both of you, almost deafening against the silence among the trees, but you don’t care. You really don’t care, because he’s pushing against something that starts to send a white-hot pressure across your stomach, unfurling through you like a flag in the breeze.

“I’m gonna cum -” You squeeze your eyes tight, arms trying to smother him with a vice-like grip, sharing the intensity with him.

“Fuck. Cum for me, baby.” He pulls back slightly, forehead still pressed against you but wanting to watch as you fall apart. He doesn’t want to forget this moment, not as long as he lives.

Your orgasm hits you like a bullet, ripping through you with such intensity that he has to hold you down to stop you falling off the bench while you writhe on top of him, releasing his name to the heavens. 

Tears fall down your cheeks as you wail, screaming out something incomprehensible as he gently removes his fingers. You’re still clinging onto him for dear life. Eddie sucks the juices from them as you clench down on the emptiness, groaning as he swirls his tongue and licks them clean.

“You taste incredible, Y/N,” he murmurs, looking at you in almost reverence. “Holy fuck. That was… That was hot. Jesus Christ.” 

“Do you want to do it… for real, now?” You gesture to the condom wrapper that he’s been clenching in a tight fist; luckily, it seems to have escaped unscathed, not even slightly torn through his movements.

“Yeah,” he grins. His face is red and glistening with sweat, and you’re probably not looking much better. “Do you?”

“Fucking hell, yes.”

Eddie chuckles a little at that, raising himself briefly as he pulls his boxers down to rest mid-thigh. His erection springs out against his stomach, and you can’t help but stare. It’s… larger than you expected, certainly - but you’re not exactly an expert on penises.

He sees your hesitance and strokes your cheek. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he says softly, smiling down at you. “It’ll fit, I promise. And if not, we can always try again another time, yeah?”

You nod. He's being gentle, so sweet you could almost choke on it, and if you weren't feeling so frantically desperate it would probably have moved you to tears. But you're impatient and he damn well knows it, so you just say: “Yeah. Now put it inside me or so help me God.”

"Yes, Y/N," he fake-sighs, as though it's some laborious chore, but his lips twitch upwards all the same.

Eddie pulls the condom out of the wrapper and is about to slide it on when he pauses, looking up at you sheepishly. "Do you want to, or should I…?"

You want to try. Gingerly, you take it from his grasp; it's thin and rubbery, almost like one of those disposable gloves they wear in kitchens, and the absurd feeling makes a bubble of anxious laughter burst out of you. 

"What's up, buttercup?" He quirks a brow at you.

"It just feels weird." You can't help but giggle. "It's like a glove, Eds!" 

"Sure is, sweetheart." He sounds deeply amused now. The whole thing is starting to feel more and more like a farce, and it eases the nerves for both of you.

You check it's the right way up before wrapping your hand around his cock and slowly sliding it on, marvelling at how he throbs under your touch and how warm he feels. Eddie's eyes are rolling into the back of his head as you move lower and lower until your fingers are resting against his abdomen. You give his cock an experimental squeeze, then a rub, and he clings onto you with a vengeance, all but burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“Gotta be quick, sweetheart. Anyone might find us -”

“Oh?” 

It’s unlikely at this point. There’s no clubs tonight, nothing going on, no reason for anyone to still be skulking about the school grounds… but there’s still a slim chance for someone to sneak up on you, and it adds to the delicious urgency flowing through you. 

“Come on, come on, you’ve got to -”

You position him with one hand, holding his waist with the other as you steady yourself. Your legs have started to shake a second time, but now from mounting nerves.

“Hey,” Eddie says quietly, removing your hand from his cock and sliding his fingers between yours. “We don’t have to.”

“I want to.” It comes out more biting than you intend. You exhale slowly. “I do. I’m just…”

“It’s okay, Y/N.” He grins, and you can’t help but smile back. “I mean, I am too. Deathly scared. Lucky I came wearing brown pants today, huh?”

“Shut up.” You giggle, playfully shoving his chest. “Just, uh…. Just let me hold it still, so I can, uh -”

“Yes, ma’am!” He gives you a mock salute, forcing you to drop your gaze to avoid corpsing then and there.

There’s a sharp stab as he slowly pushes into you, making you wince. “I know, baby, I know,” Eddie murmurs softly, peppering your forehead with kisses as you try to ease down over him. “There you go, you’re taking me so well, sweetheart, just a few more inches. There you go… there you go, fuck.”

You take a moment to adjust as he bottoms out in you. It’s still stinging slightly, but each passing second makes the pain ease.

“I’m gonna try moving.” You don’t let go of his hand, squeezing a white-knuckle grasp as you slowly move up an inch, then down again. 

Eddie gasps. “Yes, Y/N, do that again. God.”

Encouraged now, you try a series of quick bounces, still feeling slightly out of your depth but no longer uncomfortable at least. His vocal responses let you know you’re heading in the right direction, so you move your hands behind you to grip the side of the table and switch off the last part of your brain still analysing your movements.

You rock your hips into him with abandon, groaning loudly. He kisses you, drinking your lips like a man starved, hands tangling in your hair. Your legs are clutching him as tightly as you possibly can, chasing the angle that makes a second orgasm creep up on you, willing it to come, any second - 

Eddie lets out a guttural moan as you feel a warm, pulsating sensation deep inside you, murmuring your name as he slumps against you. At first, you don’t realise what’s happened. Then he pulls back from you, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoids eye contact, and you understand immediately.

“Eddie -”

“I’m sorry,” he splutters out. “I - I know it wasn’t very long, it wasn’t good, I -”

“Eddie, it’s fine. Honestly.” You chuckle, trying to ease the awkwardness before it can loom over you both any further. “It was your first time. My - our first time. It’s not supposed to be good.” You gently ease yourself off his thighs and slide your legs over the side, gasping slightly as his cock slides out of you. “That’s why people have a second time. And a third time. And, you know, keep… practising?” You busy yourself with sliding your underwear back in place, then picking up your jeans from where they’ve fallen onto the ground. No mud, luckily.

You’re shimmying them back over your hips as you turn to look at him, and realise he’s been staring at you the whole time. “Was it any good for you?”

“Yes.” Eddie nods his head vigorously, then clears his throat, laughing nervously. “Yes, it was. It really was, Y/N. Felt better than anything I could’ve dreamed up.”

“I liked it too. You made me cum, you know.”

There’s the cocky smile again. He looks naked without it. It’s like his jacket, or his Hellfire t-shirt; it’s practically a part of him. It belongs there. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” You laugh, shaking your head. He’s like any other man now, revelling in the fact that he gave you the pleasure you’re still slightly reeling from. You wonder how long it will take for him to crow about it, the next time you’re on your own together. “And don’t forget I made you cum, so thanks would be nice.”

He chuckles at that, rolling his eyes as he fights with his own jeans. “Won’t forget in a hurry, sweetheart. You can count on that.”

“Definitely need more practising though. You know, so all the girls at Hawkins have something to actually look forward to.” You stick your tongue out as he staggers back from an imaginary shot.

“Ouch, Y/N! Is this what losing your virginity does, huh? Turns you into a mean vixen?”

“Maybe,” you laugh. “Maybe I was one already.”

“Those boys aren’t gonna know what hit them. You’re gonna break so many hearts with that little hip thing you did.” He thrusts his hips up into the air, mimicking a porn-like expression. 

You snort. “As if.”

“Well, you’re still saddled with me for now.” Eddie waggles his eyebrows at you, slinging a bag strap clumsily over one arm. “We both need to practice if we’re gonna be on our A-game by prom season.”

“You’re not going to prom.” It’s not even a question, it’s a statement. Still, you can’t help raising one eyebrow in disbelief.

“No, I’m not,” Eddie agrees, shivering in mock horror. “Really couldn’t give less of a fuck about that whole charade. Crappy music, no alcohol, a whole gym full of shitheads in dumb suits? And not even one Metallica song?” He shrugs. “Still a prime chance to get laid, though.”

“Yeah, I guess.” You haven’t really thought that far ahead yourself, already resigned to the fact that even if you did turn up, you’d be going without a date. And what kind of loser would do that? “Well, we have a good few months until then. Plenty of time, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He offers his hand to you with a grin. “Fuck buddies?”

You shake it, grinning back. “Fuck buddies. You’re still gonna drive me home, right?”

He rolls his eyes. “Such a harsh taskmaster, Y/N. I pity any guy who tries to date you.” Eddie only laughs loudly when you whack him.

Tags:  @nana90azevedo @cutiecusp (if you want a tag for part 3+, just let me know!)

[touyasdoll]

I just wanna get totally wrecked by our friendly neighborhood birdman. Is that too much to ask for? 😫

~🌹

Not at all. I’m right there with you 😩

Minors DNI

Pairing: Hawks x reader

Warnings: public sex, daddy kink, breeding, a little degradation

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Fuck buddy Hawks never gives you much notice when he’s horny. He’ll show up while you’re at work, running errands, out with friends. You name it, he’ll interrupt it.

He doesn’t do it to be rude, he just needs it that badly. Needs to feel that dripping wet pussy of yours sucking his cock in over and over again. He gets high on the feeling of being inside you and he’s quickly become a junkie.

So when you’re out and about the city, just trying to get a few things done, you think you know what to expect when you see his rogue feather fly in front of your face.

You smile to yourself as it leads you into a quiet alleyway, where the man himself has tucked himself away, lest he be seen by fans who would stop and ask for photos and autographs, which he was usually eager to hand out, but he was on a mission at the moment.

“Hey there, baby bird,” he grins and once again, you’re struck by just how handsome he really is.

“Hey there, hero,” you smile back, stepping into his embrace to wrap your arms around his neck as he casts his around your waist.

“I’ve missed you,” he looks you over, his eyes roving your body before studying your pretty face. “Hope I didn’t interrupt your plans.”

“You did, but I don’t mind,” you lean in, tangling your fingers in his hair as you let your lips get dangerously close to his. “I’ve missed you too.”

His eyes fall to your lips, wishing once again that he could kiss them, but that’s the one rule that neither of you would break. No kissing on the lips. Of everything you two had done together, that was the one thing that was deemed too intimate.

“Wanna go somewhere a little more private?” He asks, tearing his eyes from your soft pout.

“My place or yours?” You run a hand over his chest and he smirks mischievously.

“I had another idea, actually.”

That other idea was to pick you up and fly you atop the nearest building, which thankfully had several structures for the two of you to hide behind. The last thing he needed was for some helicopter broadcast team catching sight of your little affair. Even if the idea of someone else seeing him lift up your skirt to slip his cock between your thighs did make his dick throb even harder.

“Shit, I missed this pussy,” Hawks sighed breathlessly as he sheathed his entire length inside your tight core, his hands holding your hips fast.

You pressed your hands against the brick wall in front of you, bracing yourself against it while you cried out for him, your head falling back as sinful moans spouted from your lips, “Mm, this pussy missed you too, Daddy.”

“I can tell,” he groans, his teeth grazing against the crook of your neck before he feathers kisses along your shoulder. “So fucking tight. So fucking wet. This all for me, baby?”

“Yes, sir,” you close your eyes, fingertips scraping in vain against the wall as they search for something to cling onto. “So good. So fuckin’ good, oh fuck.”

“You like that, baby bird? Seem so sensitive today,” he reaches a hand in front of you, rubbing circles against your clit.

“Daddy,” you keen, letting your head fall back against his shoulder as your knees threaten to buckle.

He folds an arm around your waist, his front pressed flush to your back to support you while his hips keep humping you at a quickening pace, his fingers circling faster around your clit.

“Daddy’s got you,” he murmurs huskily in your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you start to fall apart, trembling in his grasp as you clutch one hand over the arm that’s holding you.

“Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck, Daddy!” Your grip is iron tight on his arm as you cling to him for dear life, feeling your strength being sapped from you as you cum around his cock, still pistoning in an out of your fluttering pussy while you struggle to stay upright.

“Fuck, you feel too good, baby. Throbbing around my cock like the whore that you are. Can I fill you up, baby bird? You want some of Daddy’s cum inside this tight little hole of yours?”

“Please,” you whimper, still quaking as he fucks you through your orgasm and into his own as thick streams of cum pour into your pussy.

He growls, grunting and groaning like an animal as he fucks his entire load into you, feeding his most feral need with both arms now folded around you, locking you against his muscular body.

His arms keep you pulled in close to him for a moment as you both come back to your senses, clarity slowly returning as your heart rate dips back down from the high.

Eventually, he loosens his hold on you, adjusting your skirt for you before resting a hand on either side of your waist and turning you to face him.

“I know we’ve been pretty adventurous today, but do you mind if I try one more thing I’ve always wanted to do to you?” He carefully walks you back a step, pressing your spine to the wall as he studies your face.

“What’s that?”

He smiles softly and leans in, a feeling of elation leaping into his chest as you close the distance between your lips, allowing him to kiss you deeply.

Your arms encircle his neck as his close around your waist, pulling you against him while his wings fluff and fan out behind him.

You both savor the moment, taking the time to explore each other’s mouths, to discover just how gently and sweetly your lips can move against one another’s.

It’s him who finally breaks away, his kind eyes looking down at you while he catches his breath, “You’re mine now, baby bird.”

[lovely-angst]

single dad!dabi

a/n: i KNOW dabi’s cannonly(?) can’t cry, but let’s just ignore that fact in this fic :^) also ty for waiting patiently for me to post! <3

genre: angst

pairing: dabi x f!reader

summary: dabi had started a family with you, but when he suddenly becomes a single father, now what?

word count: 2.4k

06.29.21

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The sounds of an infant cry filled the small apartment as the night grew on. The sun had long gone and the moon filled its place in the sky as the city fell into a slumber—it seemed as if the only ones up were Dabi and the small child in his arms. 

Her mouth opened wide as her powerful cries rang in Dabi’s ears as he tried cooing the young girl back to sleep. A bounce in his step as he paced around the small bedroom he shared with his three-month-old daughter, Aya. 

Dabi tried shushing her gently, attempting to soothe her, but to no avail. 

He felt as if he was going crazy. He had tried everything at this point—a warm bottle, a change of fresh diaper, heck, even some snuggles, but nothing seemed to work. 

Dabi could feel his eyes sting with upcoming tears as his frustrations grew and grew. Setting Aya down in her crib, her wails grew louder before Dabi turned around and slumped against the crib, defeated. 

Reaching over towards his nightstand, Dabi gently picked up the photo of you before bringing it closer towards him, his glossy eyes running across your familiar features before he brought his large hands towards his face.

And cried. 

He cried and cried and cried.

“I can’t do this, (Name),” he sobbed into your photo, his wails mixing in with those of his daughter’s. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t help Aya, she needs you,” he stated, pulling back to stare at your photo once more. 

“I don’t know how to do this without you. You were supposed to be here with us—we were supposed to do this together,” his cries had died down, allowing him to wipe the photo dry of his tears. 

Leaning his head back on the crib, Dabi’s eyes roamed over the small bedroom. It was messy, just as messy as his life was currently without you. Picking up one of your shirts from the floor, Dabi let the fabric rest in his hands before bringing it up to his chest to hold. 

It still faintly smelled like you.

His daughter’s cried came back to his ears and Dabi stood back up, tucking the shirt in his young daughter’s arms before watching her cries gently soothe away from your scent. 

“Yeah,” Dabi started, bending down to pick his daughter up before bringing her towards the bed with him, “I miss her too.”

-

It felt like yesterday when you told Dabi you were pregnant. It came as a shock to him of course—he was just hitting his twenty-fifth birthday and he was about to become a dad?

He was never really the one to think about kids or even having kids himself—but that all changed once you came into the picture. 

“I know you’re scared, I’m scared too,” you say, grabbing hold of his hands before giving him the prettiest shy smile, “but if I’m honest, I’m really excited to become a mom. I love you so much, Dabi. I can’t wait to love our baby.”

You were so excited and he couldn’t help but anticipate the day his baby would be born. 

Dabi knew you would be a great mother. On the other hand, he was nervous—but if you were going to put in all this effort to love and raise this baby with someone like him, then Dabi knew he had to give it his all too. 

He’ll make sure that his child lives a better life than he ever will. 

He decided to cut his ties with the league, ending his time as a highly wanted villain. It wasn’t easy getting Shiggy to agree, but with a little bit of convincing and a little explanation about his tragic backstory, Shiggy finally agreed. 

If he was going to be a dad, he wanted to do it right. 

Everything was going great throughout the pregnancy. Dabi was there for you as much as he could, helping you, providing for you and his baby. Basking in those little moments of realizing that he was going to be a dad. 

Reality began to hit when you had gone into labor. It would have been fine if Dabi were a normal citizen, but Dabi was a villain and because of that, he wasn’t able to be with you when you were giving birth in the hospital. 

It crushed him more than you could have known—to have his unofficial wife alone during such a difficult, excruciatingly painful and life-changing journey. There were times Dabi wished he could be a normal citizen like you, and this was one of those times. 

It wasn’t until you got discharged a few days later when Dabi was able to see you again. It was also the first time Dabi had gotten to see his baby. 

You were finally back in the apartment, Dabi helping you up the stairs to the apartment as he eyes the little bundle in your arms. “You can hold her too, you know,” you say with a smile when you caught him staring for the millionth time.

“Her?” Dabi asked voice caught in his throat. “Welcome Aya to the world,” you say, placing her in his arms the moment the two of you sat on the couch together. 

His breathing stopped the moment Aya was placed in his arms. She was tiny. Dabi didn’t know that humans came this small. He was scared of accidentally breaking her, and from the way you laughed, he could tell you knew. 

Dabi watched you closely as you taught him how to carefully bathe her, change her, feed her, and even burp her. He remembered the times your laughter would fill the air whenever Aya spit up all over him, or even the times her little body was able to create such a smelly masterpiece for him. 

He always thought he would hate being a father, yet here he was. Sleeping soundly with his baby girl.

Three months into having his baby girl were some of the best days of his life. Sure they were tough and going off practically no sleep was rough, but he wouldn’t trade this domestic life for anything. 

It made him feel like a normal person.

But all good things come to an end.

As Dabi strolled along during one of his scouting missions, his phone rang and vibrated in his pockets before he reached in for it. He really only had the phone, so you could contact him if you were in some deep waters, which he hoped would never happen.

To his surprise, it wasn’t you who called, but Hawks.

“What? You better have a good reason for calling, or I’ll-”

“It’s about (Name),” Hawks cuts off, “you better come quick,” and with that, Hawks ended the call, leaving Dabi’s thoughts unanswered. A small ping resonating in the air as Hawks left him with a single address.

Though Hawks’ call was brief and left a lot for Dabi to figure out himself, he knew it bad news awaited him. He just hoped it wasn’t as terrible as his thoughts led him to. 

“What was so urgent?” Dabi asked as soon as he stepped around the corner of an empty alleyway only to find Hawks’ red wings filling his sight. “Where’s (Name)?” 

As soon as your name left Dabi’s lips, Dabi could see the way Hawks’ feathers shifted before the winged man himself, turned towards Dabi, finally giving him the view of what he most dreaded. 

There you lay—eyes closed and chest unmoving. Dabi’s eyes widened before he ran towards your body, where thankfully, it rested on Hawks’ thick jacket and not on some dirty alleyway like this. 

“(Name)? Hey, wake up, I’m here,” Dabi tried, gently shaking your shoulders and brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. 

“Dabi,” Hawks started, voice strained, “she’s gone.” 

Those words seemed so unreal that if Dabi blocked them out of his head, then it surely wouldn’t be true. Stared at your limp body in front of him, it was all just a bad dream.

“I...I was with her during her last moments. I found her while on patrol, it was a gunshot wound,” he informed, watching Dabi caress your cheek. 

“I made sure she left peacefully, I talked about you to her.” Hawks tried, “and she smiled. She told me to tell you to take care of Aya for her.” 

As Dabi turned around, his eyes quickly focused on Aya, who was sound asleep in Hawks’ arms. Taking a step forward, Hawks placed Aya in Dabi’s arms before Dabi began quietly sobbing while clutching his daughter.

Hawks had never seen Dabi look so broken and desperate before and it was quite painful to see. Villain or not, Hawks never wanted anybody to go through this. 

“I’m sorry for your loss, Dabi.” 

Though the two weren’t good buddies in any way, they both had you in common. As much as it hurt to see you go, Dabi asked Hawks to take you away and give you a proper burial as you deserve. And Hawks didn’t bat an eye at his request. 

Giving you one last final kiss goodbye, Hawks lifted you in his arms, ready to take flight. “Hey,” Hawks starts, catching Dabi’s attention, “if you ever need anything for Aya, just let me know.” 

Dabi couldn’t help the slight curl in the corner of his mouth at Hawks’ words. “I don’t want to owe favors.” 

Hawks smiled back at the man in front of him, throwing his visor on, “You don’t have to worry, she’s in good hands,” and with that, his large red wings spread and he took flight into the air with you. 

And it was the last time Dabi would ever get to see you.

-

It had nearly been a month since you left—Dabi doing his very best trying to raise Aya as a single father. It was hard. No, more than hard. Being a single father to a three-month-old with no mother was the most challenging thing Dabi has ever done. 

And he was starting to doubt his abilities as her father. He was running low on money to provide for Aya and himself, and there would be days where she just wanted you instead, which would break his heart. 

Dabi felt like a failure; to you and Aya. 

As he cradled a drowsy Aya on his chest, Dabi glanced over at the fridge that held up a little note with an address written on it—the location you were resting at.

Hawks had sent that note to him, but Dabi had never mustered up the courage to come out and see you. He didn’t want you to see him like this, struggling to his core. Because if you were here, he knew he wouldn’t be struggling like this.

But for some reason, that note was calling out to him. 

Walking into the bedroom, Dabi began searching the closet where Aya’s dresses were hung up. Holding her small body in one of his arms, he went through each little outfit with a slight smile on his face. 

You loved shopping for Aya, and all of these cute outfits were the product of that. 

Taking a dress off the rack, he held it up before glancing down at Aya, “Do you think your mama will like this on you?” His low voice vibrated through his chest and onto Aya, causing her to open her beautiful blue eyes up at him.

She glanced over at the outfit before making a face, tears filling her eyes and Dabi immediately out the dress back. “Your mama always did say I had bad fashion sense.” he chuckled before searching for a new outfit. 

And did he find the perfect one. 

Setting Aya down on the bed, he changed her into the outfit before smiling at her once he laid eyes on her fully dressed little chubby body. Boy, did you and him make a cute kid. 

“Okay, let’s go. Mama’s waiting.” 

Before making his way to you, Dabi bundled himself up well in his wind breaker, mask, sunglasses, and gloves. He took the less populated route, but he couldn’t avoid everybody. Thankfully, Aya was able to distract them from the fact that they were beside a wanted villain. 

Dabi followed Hawks’ instructions on the note before finding himself in front of your grave as he entered the cemetery. His heart fell from the reality of the situation—being here in person just made it all the more real that you were gone. 

Placing the flowers that he got you down in the little holder, he let out a heavy sigh, “I’m sorry it took so long to come see you, (Name).” 

His eyes continuously read over your name engraved into your tombstone as he sat down with a heavy heart, “It’s so hard doing this without you, you know? Aya really needs you.” 

Dabi didn’t want to seem like he was complaining to you, never. He had a lot on his chest, and simply, he missed talking to you. 

He went on about his days and the new milestones Aya has been hitting, telling you how much you would’ve loved to see her smile. “She looks so much like you, it’s crazy. Even though she’s just three months old, I’m glad she does.” 

It was weird to Dabi how much peace this was bringing him. Yes, he knew you were no longer with him, but talking to you like this, being with you like this, made it seem like you never left his side. 

With a final sigh, Dabi leaned over and pressed a kiss on your tombstone, bring Aya closer so she could also mirror his actions, “I love you,” he whispered, brushing his fingers across your engraved name, “we’ll be back soon.” 

It was quite an experience there, a healing one. Dabi knew his struggles and knew that he needed to reach out for help, and talking to you gave him the courage to do so. He didn’t want to seem weak, but building this strength to ask for help, made him stronger than anyone else. 

So, Dabi walked until he reached a familiar place and when he stepped inside and the eyes of his old comrades focused on him, his shoulders softened. 

“Thought you’d never come back,” Toga said with a toothy smile as she ran over to hug her old friend, “sorry to hear about (Name).” 

“So, this is what’s kept you so busy,” Kurogiri states as he glanced down at the little girl in Dabi’s arms. A hand landed on Dabi’s shoulder and he turned and noticed those bright red wings of the pro hero, “It’s nice to have you back. (Name) would be happy to see you like this.” 

Though they may be seen as criminals from the outside view, Dabi knew these would love and support his baby girl with their lives—and that’s all that mattered.