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summary: the love-hate relationship between Rafe and you
warnings: small mention of violence
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author's note: english is not my first language
The first time you met Rafe Cameron, you were barely six years old. You clearly remember how his stepmother, Rose, welcomed you into her home with a perfect smile, while your mother insisted that you play with him and Sarah so that you wouldn���t be alone.Â
The Cameron house was as intimidating as its miniature owner. Rafe was nine years old and had an attitude that made him seem much older. He looked down at you from the top of the stairs as if you were an intruder, someone who didnât deserve to be in his space.Â
âSheâs the Daviesâ daughter?â he asked in that mocking tone that would become his trademark.Â
âYes, and I want you to be nice to her.â Rose ruffled his hair before turning to you, but Rafeâs gaze was already fixed on your shoes, which were muddy from playing outside before coming in.Â
âI hope she doesnât touch anything, Rose.â His voice was dry, as if he was already tired of you before he really met you.Â
From that day on, your relationship with him was marked by constant clashes. Every visit to the Cameron house felt like a cold war disguised as childish games. He always found ways to make you feel out of place, like the time he took your doll from your hands while you were playing with Sarah and threw it across the garden.
âIf you donât know how to play well, donât play.â That phrase of his stuck in your mind.
In adolescence, the gap between you grew wider. While Rafe became the most popular boy among the Kooks, you began to spend more time with the Pogues. Your visits to the Cameron house became less frequent, and when they coincided, things always ended badly.
âLook at you, youâre a Pogue now.â His tone was always hurtful, accompanied by that arrogant smile that got on your nerves.
âAnd youâre still the same idiot as always.â Your response was almost automatic, as if after so many years the discussions between you were a rehearsed routine.
But the real problem wasn't just his words. It was the way he always found a moment to annoy you. During a beach party hosted by Kooks, for example, Rafe made sure your drink ended up spilled all over your new dress.
But it wasn't all enmity, when the search for gold began, your world became more complicated. You spent your days with the Pogues, planning, looking for clues, and trying to avoid Rafe, who seemed willing to do anything to get the treasure. The tension between you, which was already high, skyrocketed. It wasn't just childish enmity now; it was real danger.
Rafe had no limits. His eyes were always filled with that spark of arrogance, but behind it was something darker, something that made him unpredictable. Despite that, you never imagined you'd find yourself in the position you found yourself in one afternoon in the dense woods surrounding the Outer Banks.
You were following a trail of marks on the trees along with JJ and Kiara when you heard a noise. You broke away from the group, promising them youâd be back quickly. What you found was Rafe, kneeling beside a steep slope, holding his leg in a wince of pain. The ground beneath him was wet, almost muddy, and it looked like he might slide down any second.Â
You stopped dead in your tracks. Part of you wanted to turn on your heel and pretend you hadnât seen him. After all, Rafe wouldnât have done the same for you, would he? But another part, that part you always tried to stifle, knew you couldnât just leave him there.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â Rafe snapped at you as you cautiously approached. His voice was heavy with distrust, but there was also a hint of relief he tried to hide.Â
âI should be asking you the same thing. What happened?â You couldnât keep the tone of your voice from being harsh. After all, he had done a lot of things that warranted your hatred.Â
âI slipped. My leg⌠I canât move it.â His face was pale, and his hands shook slightly as he tried to brush away the mud that covered his pants.
There was a long silence. You could have left him there. You could have turned and gone back to the Pogues. But something inside you wouldnât let you.
âThis doesnât mean I owe you anything,â you said as you crouched down beside him.
Rafe looked at you in disbelief. âAre you helping me?â
âShut up and donât make it harder, Cameron.â
You offered him your arm and helped him up, leaning his weight on you as you slowly moved forward. It was an awkward process; his size made each step harder. But there was something odd about the silence you shared, a momentary truce amidst all the hostility.
When you finally dropped him off somewhere safe, away from danger, Rafe looked at you with a mix of wounded pride and something you couldnât quite place.
âIâm not going to thank you,â he said at last, breaking the silence.
âI didnât expect you to,â you replied, wiping the sweat from your brow. You turned to leave, but his voice stopped you.
âWait.â His tone was softer than youâd heard before, almost vulnerable. You turned slowly to look at him.
âWhat?â you asked, tired.
âDid you see anything?â His question was direct, his gaze piercing.
You understood immediately. Rafe wasnât just hurt; he was there for something related to gold. Maybe heâd found a lead, something he didnât want the Pogues to know about. You could have told him the truth, that youâd noticed a map in his pocket when you helped him, but you chose to lie.
âNo, I didnât see anything.â Your voice was firm, although inside you felt a small knot of guilt.
Rafe seemed to relax a little, although he still looked at you with distrust.
Later, when the Pogues found a clue that fit too well with the area where you had seen Rafe, he understood what you had done. Someone, perhaps Sarah, told him that you were near the area when you separated from the group. It didnât take much for him to put the pieces together.
The next time you saw him, his expression was completely different. There was no vulnerability or truce anymore, only fury.
âI knew I couldnât trust you,â he snapped at you, coming dangerously close.
âWhat are you talking about?â You tried to remain calm, although you knew exactly what he meant.
âDid you think I wouldnât find out? You lied to me. You took what was mine!â His voice was filled with rage, and though you knew it was unfair, there was something in his eyes that made you feel a pang of remorse.
âI donât owe you anything, Rafe.â Your response was cold, though inside you felt more affected than you wanted to admit.
Rafe was silent for a moment, his jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on you. Finally, he took a step back, but not before making his feelings clear.
âDonât ever cross my path again, Pogue.â
That was the beginning of a new phase in your feud, more bitter and personal than ever.
Your relationship with Rafe Cameron had reached a point where hatred seemed to be the only thing that united you. After your âbetrayalâ during the search for gold, any vestige of truce between you vanished. Although you would never admit it, there was something inexplicable that brought you back to square one: an enmity filled with tension, resentment, and something deeper that neither of you understood.
One of the worst fights you had occurred during a rainy night in the Outer Banks. The Pogues had been following Rafe, convinced that they had found another important lead to the gold. The chase led them to an old abandoned port, where you finally confronted them face to face.
âAlways after me, arenât you?â Rafe looked at you from the shadow of a warehouse, his soaked hair sticking to his forehead. The sound of the rain beat hard against the metal roof, but nothing could drown out the intensity of his voice.
âYou have no right to that gold, Cameron.â Your words came out loaded with defiance as you clenched your fists. You knew you were probably playing with fire by facing him, but something in you couldnât stop.
âAnd you are?â he replied, taking a step towards you. His eyes, dark under the rain, were filled with rage. âWhat makes you think youâre better than me, Pogue?.â
âFor starters, I donât try to kill people for him.â Your words made him laugh, a dry, bitter laugh that made you feel a chill.
âYou think so?â Rafe leaned a little towards you, his voice lowering to an almost whispering tone. âYou know perfectly well that you would do anything to protect your own, too. Weâre not that different, even if it pains you to admit it.â
The argument soon turned physical. He tried to take the map from you, and you fought back with all your might. It was as if you were both so consumed by rage that nothing else mattered. You fell to the ground, feeling the cold wetness of the cement against your back, as Rafe tried to hold you down.
âLet me go, you moron!â you screamed, kicking him in the stomach.
âGive me the damn map!â he roared, clinging to your wrist.
For a moment, you thought it would all end there, that one of you wouldnât walk away from this fight. But something changed. Rafe looked you straight in the eyes, and for a moment, his grip softened. He looked confused, as if he couldnât understand why he couldnât keep hurting you.
Finally, he let go of you and stood up, breathing heavily.
âI canât do this.â His voice was barely a whisper, and it took you a few seconds to process what he had said.
âWhatâŚ?â you were speechless, still lying on the ground.
Rafe ran a hand through his hair, taking a few steps away from you.
âGo away. Take the damn map and go away.â
But not everything always ended in a truce. There was another time when it was you who had to decide between helping him or letting him face the consequences of his own actions. It was during a smuggling operation that Rafe had organized to finance his obsession with gold. You found him cornered in an alley, with a group of men who clearly did not have friendly intentions.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â he snapped at you when you appeared at the end of the alley. He was bleeding from a cut on his eyebrow, but he still maintained that defiant attitude.
âI saw your truck nearby.â You approached cautiously, analyzing the situation.
The men paid you no attention at first, but soon realized you could be a problem. One of them advanced towards you with a menacing smile.
âAnother friend of yours, Cameron?â he said mockingly.
âGet out of here, Pogue. I donât need your help.â Rafeâs voice was firm, but there was something in his gaze that made you stay.
Despite everything that had happened between you two, you couldnât just leave him there. You picked up a rock from the ground and threw it hard at one of the men. It was enough to distract them and give Rafe a chance to fight back.
You helped him escape, though as soon as you turned the corner, Rafe turned to you, furious.
âWhy do you keep butting into my business?â he shouted, grabbing you by the shoulders.
âBecause Iâm not like you, Rafe. I can't let someone die, even if they're an idiot like you.â Your answer made him let out an exasperated sigh, but he didn't say anything else.
In the end, it was always the same. They hurt each other, they hated each other, they betrayed each other... but they also always found a way to forgive each other. You didn't know why you did it. Maybe it was because you saw something in Rafe that others didn't see, or maybe it was because deep down you knew you weren't as different from him as you wanted to believe.
The only thing you knew for sure was that, no matter how hard you tried to hate him, something always made you go back to him. And the worst of all was that Rafe seemed to feel the same way.
Rafe Cameron drove you crazy in every possible way and that made you uncomfortable and annoyed, despite always finding gold on your path, you also found it on your path when you were calm, reminding yourself that you couldn't get rid of it even if you wanted to.
There were nights when the air was so thick that it was hard to breathe. The humidity was sticking your clothes to your skin, but it wasn't just the weather that made you feel this way; it was him.
Rafe Cameron always managed to find you, even when you didn't want to be found. His mere presence seemed to charge the atmosphere with an almost palpable tension, something that only existed between the two of you. Like that time on the dock, under the dim light of a broken streetlight. You were alone, waiting for JJ and Pope, when you heard their footsteps, firm, sure, approaching.
Your body tensed before you turned around. There he was, standing, with that arrogant posture that you detested so much. His messy hair and clenched jaw gave you every reason to hate him more than you already did. But as you looked at him, feeling his gaze sweep over every detail of you, there was something different, something that made you stop.
There was anger in his gaze, yes, but there was also something deeper, something dark that you recognized because you felt it too. Your hands clenched into fists, not because you wanted to hit himâthough that was of course a tempting optionâbut because you wanted to stop the impulse that made you think about getting any closer than necessary.
It was a constant tug-of-war. One moment you wanted to push him into the water, make sure he disappeared from your life forever. But then, a part of you wanted to do the complete opposite, you wanted to get closer, erase the distance between you, and find out if that tension could transform into something more.
Rafe leaned against one of the dock posts, looking at you with a mix of defiance and curiosity. Everything about him seemed designed to provoke you. His gaze fixed, his shoulders relaxed but ready to move at the slightest hint of threat. It was so unbearably irritating, and yet, there was something you couldnât ignore.
The wind blew hard, and you felt a chill run down your spine, but it wasnât the cold that made you shiver. It was that unmistakable feeling of being on the edge of something dangerous, something you couldnât control.
You wanted to kill him. For all the times he had made you feel less than, for every hurtful word, for every betrayal and fight. But at the same time, you wanted to get close enough to know if that spark you felt between you could catch fire.
But you didn't. You couldn't.
Instead, you took a deep breath, ignoring how your heart was pounding. You turned your back on him, your steps firm on the wood of the dock as you walked away. You knew that if you stayed one more second, the line between hate and desire could blur forever. And you weren't ready to face what that meant.
You felt him stand still, watching you as you left. You didn't need to look back to know that that feeling would continue to haunt you, just as much as he did.
And you were right, a few days later that line blurred.
There was a storm that night, one of those that seemed to split the sky in two with each flash of lightning. The rain was pounding on the roof of the old abandoned cabin where you had taken shelter, trying to escape the chaos that the Pogues and Rafe had caused in the last gold hunt. Your hands were shaking with rage, not so much from the cold, but from the frustration of knowing that Rafe had, once again, gotten you into this situation.
You were alone, at least that's what you thought, until you heard the door slam open. You turned quickly, looking for something to defend yourself with, but seeing that unmistakable figure enter soaked to the bone, your heart stopped.
Rafe.
"What the hell are you doing here?" you thought, although you didn't bother to say it out loud.
He slammed the door behind him hard, shaking off the water like a rabid dog. His dark hair, and his chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, as if he had run a marathon. His gaze met yours almost immediately, filled with that mix of fury and something more that always seemed to burn between you.
You didnât say anything, but you didnât look away either. There was something about him that night, something different. It wasnât just the usual anger you two shared, or even the constant tension that seemed to surround you like a force field. It was something rawer, more real.
The silence between you was almost deafening, broken only by the roar of the storm outside. You felt the air in the cabin grow thicker, charged with electricity, as if lightning was about to strike right there.
âWhat? Are you just going to stand there staring at me like an idiot?â You had crossed your arms, trying to hide the trembling that ran through your body.
He didnât answer, but he took a step towards you, slow, deliberate. You could feel the intensity of his gaze fixed on you, as if he could see past the facade you always tried to maintain. Your heart began to beat faster, and you hated that he had that effect on you.
âRafe, donât start,â you warned yourself mentally, even though you werenât sure what it was you wanted to avoid.
But he kept coming closer. You could see every detail of his face now: the raindrops sliding down his jaw, the way his lips were pressed together as if he were holding something back. His presence filled the small space between you, and suddenly, the hatred youâd always felt for him didnât seem enough to explain what was happening.
You didnât know who made the first move. Maybe it was you, maybe it was him, but in an instant, the distance disappeared. His hand slid behind your neck, pulling you closer to him with a force that made you gasp. His mouth crashed into yours with an intensity that left you breathless, as if all that pent-up rage had finally found an outlet.
Your hands clutched at his wet shirt, trying to push him away and pull him in at the same time. The kiss wasnât gentle, it wasnât tender. It was an explosion of everything you had bottled up for years: the hatred, the frustration, the attraction that neither of you wanted to admit.
You felt his body press against yours, trapping you between him and the wall of the cabin. His breath was hot against your skin, mixing with the cold of the storm that continued to rage outside. His every move seemed to call out something you didnât know youâd been holding back, and for a moment, you let yourself go.
But it was only a moment.
Suddenly, you pulled away, your hands on his chest as you tried to catch your breath.
âThis⌠canât happen.â Your voice was barely a whisper, shaky but firm.
He didnât say anything, but the way he looked at you said it all. There was something in his eyes you hadnât seen before, something vulnerable that completely disarmed you.
The storm outside continued to rage, but inside the cabin, all was calm. Rafe didnât try to come closer again, and you didnât dare look him in the eye as you turned away, your heart pounding so hard you felt like it might explode.
After that night in the cabin, something changed, though you both tried to act like it hadnât. That first time was an accident, you kept telling yourself, something driven by rage and storm. But what happened next made it clear that there was something more, something that went far beyond hatred or tension.
It wasnât long before you met again. It was in one of the alleys behind The Wreck, where you had hidden yourself after a fight with Sarah and the others. Rafe appeared as if the universe was conspiring against you. He didnât say anything at first, just looked at you with that mix of arrogance and determination that seemed to be part of his essence.
âYouâre not here to worry about me, Cameron. What do you want?â you had snapped harshly, crossing your arms as if that physical barrier could protect you.
He didnât answer right away, but the glint in his eyes made it clear that he knew exactly what he wanted. What followed was just as impulsive as the first time: his lips finding yours with a burning urgency, your hands clinging to his shirt as if the world could fall apart at that moment and you wouldnât care.
Logic disappeared when you were with him. All you had left were pure emotions: desire, rage, need. In those moments, you didn't think about the past or what was coming next. You didn't think about the fights, the betrayals, or the reasons why you were supposed to hate him. There was only his hands on your skin, the sound of his breathing, and the way he managed to make you forget everything else.
But the next day, there was always something that reminded you why you hated him. Like that time you saw him bullying Pope at the dock, his overbearing attitude making it clear that the Rafe of last night and the Rafe of today were two sides of the same coin.
"You're an asshole," you had yelled at him later, when you faced him away from the others.
He shrugged, as if he didn't care, but his gaze searched yours, almost defiant.
"Don't expect me to change for you," he seemed to say without words.
You walked away furiously, promising yourself that this would be the last time. You couldnât keep falling for that game, not when he was still the same cruel boy youâd known all your life.
But then, something always drew you back. Like when he found you after you were almost caught in one of John Bâs crazy antics. He helped you escape, even covering for you when the Kooks passed by. It was an unexpected gesture, one that left you bewildered as you shared a moment of calm on an old boat hidden in the swamp.
âThanks, I guess,â youâd told him, though your words were filled with skepticism.
He smirked, the kind of smile that always got on your nerves.
âDonât think about it too much.â
But you thought about it. Every gesture of his, every glance, every clandestine kiss was etched into your memory, fueling a cycle you couldnât break.
Of course, you had your part in that dynamic, too. There were times when your own actions infuriated him, like the time you stole information from him about the gold hunt and shared it with the Pogues. His reaction was explosive: he found you on the dock, his gaze filled with betrayal and fury.
âWhat the hell did you think you were doing?â he said, his voice deeper than usual.
For a moment you thought he would leave you there, that this would be the end. But no. Even though you had betrayed him, even though you had defied him in every way possible, he always came back. Just like you came back to him.
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random will graham headcanons (childhood, teen years, college, etc.)
Rating T
WARNINGS:
Mentions of murder (canon typical), homicidal ideation, child abuse, alcoholism.
Authorâs Notes:
Title says it all. Just some headcanons based off of the show, bits of Red Dragon and my own personal intuition because I'm THAT good. /s
He doesnât know why his mom left because his dad refuses to tell him and would get furious anytime he brought it up as a child.Â
He experienced corporal punishment from his dad but if asked, wouldnât consider it to be abuseâno matter how emotionally traumatic it was for him.Â
His dad George was a survey technician in the US Army Corps of Engineers. His mother Adaline had worked as a pharmacist before Will was born.Â
He was never allowed pets growing up, hence why he now owns so many dogs.
With his undiagnosed ASD and constant moving around for his dadâs job, Will struggled to form any long-lasting, meaningful relationships in his youth.
His dad would occasionally write letters to Will and send him various gifts (Bourbon, aftershave, new lures) around the time of his birthday or the holidays. He stopped after Will was imprisoned and hasnât written to him since.Â
Will tried to approach girls he had crushes on when he was a teen but they were always dismissive of him or thought he was weird.
He lost his virginity in a clumsy drunken one-night stand in his sophomore year of college. She was his roommateâs ex and there was some drama over it. Â
Will has experienced lots of frustration with the women in his romantic life who in his mind toyed with his feelings and strung him along. He was always so willing to commit himself to the right girl and even imagined himself as the kind to settle down and get married young but the opportunity never arose. Â
Throughout his teenage years, he imagined often how he would kill his dad and was convinced he could get away with it.
Will dated a Law student in his junior and senior year of college and they had been going steady until after theyâd slept with each other one night and Will had a hyperrealistic dream in which he strangled her in her sleep, dismembered her, and scattered her all around campus. This dream disturbed Will so deeply that he broke things off with the girl right after, providing little explanation as to why.
Willâs want to become a father and to protect and nurture his âstraysâ (Abigail Hobbs, Georgia Madchen, Peter Bernadone, his actual fucking dogs) is very much ego-driven. Itâs not as genuine or wholesome as he might want you to think or how he even perceives it to be.
Will was pretty widely disliked at the police department he was a detective for as well as the FBI Academy.
His alcoholism developed as a way to numb his overstimulated senses and to cancel out the intrusive thoughts he has. As time has gone on, his reliance on liquor has only grown; a habit he picked up from his father.
Will is a notoriously harsh grader and is quick to shut down any dissenting opinions about his âstyle of teachingâ.
Heâs definitely had inappropriate thoughts/fantasies about a few of his students, ranging from shallow sexual attraction to full-blown abduction.Â
He doesnât own a television or a computer and begrudgingly owns a smartphone for his job.Â
The majority of his interests and likes/dislikes are ones he got from his dad. His dad loved to fish. His dadâs favorite singer was Johnny Cash. His dad liked the color green. Will probably feels as if these are what he should like and if you actually asked him how he felt about ____ or if he really liked XYZ; he wouldnât know how to answer.Â
A huge part of the reason he loves dogs is that they do not know they are âkeptâ. As opposed to a human being who could recognize if they were taken from everything they know or forced to live the life of another; dogs donât think that way and above all, they are undyingly loyal.Â
^^ And yes, this is my way of saying I subscribe to the popular headcanon that Will has stolen some of his dogs.
Morally grey sweaty dog man.
I hate him.
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Sex On Wheels. | Dabi x Hawks đśđĽđŚ
Pairing: Dabi x Hawks, Keigo Takami x Touya Todoroki
Summary: Hawks is having the worst day ever. He's spent the day modeling in a magazine photoshoot at a goddamn retro roller rink. He's tired, he's overstimulated and now his clothes have gone missing. Wonder who took them!? Now Hawks is stuck wearing slutty lil short shorts and ruby red roller skates when he runs into a certain someone... Enemies to lovers. DabiHawks smut. A18+ MDNI
CW: Blowjobs, handjobs, mention of fucking, kissing, dirty talk
Bed Chem. | Dabi x Hawks
âYou ready for the next round of photos, Hawks?â
âYeah, sure!â
Ugh. No, heâs honestly not. But, whatever! The Number Two Heroâs gotta act the part, right? Photo-shoots are a necessary evil to maintaining his rating on The Hero Chart.
Hawks ruffles his feathers and stretches his arms high over his head as he waits for the makeup gal to touch up his eyeliner. She delicately dabs at his face with a wet cloth, cleaning away the makeup where itâs running down his cheek with sweat. With a flourish, she reapplies the liner. Her motions are delicate, languid. The way she applies each stroke with care stirs some warmth in the winged hero. He tries to seem appreciative as she finishes touching him up.
The makeup lady looks to be in her early 50s. Decked out in black, she fits right in on the set. She has a kind face with greying, flyaway hair tucked into a light blue bandana. Sheâs nice. Hawks immediately warms to her.
âDonât worry dear.â She says as she uses a soft brush to dab some concealer under his bright golden eyes. âThey said this would be the last shot for the magazine.â The doting tone causes his chest to ache. She has such strong mom vibes. It makes him briefly think about his own sad excuse for a mother and how she sold him to The Commission all those years ago â no. He shakes his head. He canât let his thoughts go down that dark alleyway. Not right now. Not when he needs to be on.
âThanks!â He says brightly as the woman folds up her caboodle and stands back to admire her handiwork. He takes the hand mirror she hands him and grins into it, admiring the sharp red wings sheâs drawn across his eyelids. âThis looks great. Seriously I canât thank you enough.â He hands back the mirror and she nods gratefully. He doesnât get to ask her name before heâs whisked back onto set.
âAlright, Hawks. This is the last set up we have for today. Just skate a few laps around the rink with the models and that should give us what we need.â The art director says, flipping through his clipboard of notes absentmindedly.
Hawks nods, eyes glazed over as he zones out. Theyâve been at this for hours. Itâs a photo shoot for some fashion magazine (or maybe itâs a womenâs health publisher!? Heâs done so many shoots lately he honestly canât remember). Heâs exhausted and oddly sore from holding so many poses under the hot studio lights. All he wants to do is go back to his quiet apartment, take a cool shower in the dark and fall asleep after a handful of minutes mindlessly scrolling on his phone. But unfortunatelyâŚhero duty calls. Itâs sort of ridiculous how much popularity seems to matter with being a hero.
The past few hours have been spent down the block taking photos in a sleek, upscale fashion photography studio. For this last bit of the shoot, the Magazine thought it would be fun to have some pictures taken with moreâŚâpersonality.â It is for that reason that the Magazine has rented out a local roller rink for this next part of the day.
The place is dated but has an odd sort of retro charm to it. The large rink has smooth, freshly waxed wooden floors that glint in the lowlight. The walls are mostly black with glow in the dark accents and corny 80s posters plastered all over the place. The rink has a goofy DJ booth situated in the center under an obnoxiously large disco ball.
And thenâŚthereâs Hawks and his final outfit. Theyâve put him in a tight fitting white tank top tucked into the tiniest pair of red athletic shorts Hawks has ever seen. His muscular thighs are on full display for all to see, and heâs oddly embarrassed about it. Thereâs a reason Hawks usually wears layers of clothing while doing his hero work. Of course, it gets cold flying in the air. Thatâs a given. But his thick coat and pants also serve to hide his body from the greedy eyes of the public. He liked being cozy and protected from the prying eyes of the world. He could pretend to flaunt and flirt all he wanted, but at the end of the day he wanted some part of his body to feel like his.  It would be nice to have some sense of ownership over his own life.
But now here he is, in the worldâs sluttiest little outfit, about to roller skate in circles while photographers captured pretty pictures of his confident façade. Jeez, this sucks.
He bends over and adjusts the striped high socks the costuming department had given him to wear under his bright red roller skates. This has got to be one of the worst outfits heâs worn in his entire life (And heâs worn some pretty atrocious outfits).
âAlright, places everyone!â The art director claps his hands and Hawks stands up and glides on his skates towards the middle of the rink track. Thereâs models everywhere wearing similarly slutty outfits â shorts and tank tops and high socks and bright 80s skates.
âOh, Hawks.â The art director calls his way. The Winged Hero turns, eyebrows raised in a question. âWhat music do you want to listen to?â
Oh. Thatâs nice of them to ask. Hawks relishes in the tiny thing heâs been allowed to have control over. He bites his lip as he thinks it over.
âCan you play some 80s New Wave?â He asks, trying to sound like he doesnât care if they do or not. The art director nods and waves for the sound tech to plug his iPhone into the DJ both audio jack.
âAlright, start skating everyone. Weâll call out suggestions as you go.â The photographers get into place on the outskirts of the rink. Hawks notes warily that a few of the photographers have been given skates of their own. This photo shoot is a fuckinâ lawsuit waiting to happen.
Nevertheless, he starts skating around the rink. The sooner he gets this over with, the better. As usual, he turns on the fucking charm. He chats with the models â all tall and beautiful and glowing as they grin and fake laugh at his jokes for the camera. He winks and flaps his wings flirtily and even skates on one leg just to give them some extra material to work with. The less direction he gets from the art director, the sooner he can leave.
Music starts to blast from the DJ booth â some top 40 pop crap that is most definitely not the 80s New Wave tunes that Hawks requested. Ugh.
They skate around for three full songs before something good finally comes on the playlist â itâs Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter. Now this Hawks can fuck with.
I was in a sheer dress the day that we met We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec
Hawks starts to skate faster, maneuvering his way around the gyrating models hamming it up for the camera.
You're friendin' me up so we could connect And what are the odds? You sent me a text And now the next thing I know, I'm like Manifest that you're oversized I digress, got me scrollin' like Out of breath, got me goin' like
Damn Hawks is a slut for a good beat. He spreads his arms out wide and as he soars across the roller rink floor, he swears it feels like heâs flying. His red wings puff up behind him and spread wide as he makes a sharp turn. He glides in front of a row of cameras gracefully, grinning toothily at the photographers as he whips around on one foot and starts to skate backwards.
âThatâs it, Hawks! Everyone match his pace â try to look carefree!â The art director calls out as he claps, directing the models to loosen up a bit. âGive me a few more laps around the floor and make me believe youâre having fun!â
Ooh (ah) Who's the cute boy with the white jacket And the thick accent? Like Ooh (ah) Maybe it's all in my head But I bet we'd have really good bed chem
Hawks is really getting into a groove now despite the burning exhaustion thatâs starting to creep up his thighs. (Note to self â add roller blading to the workout regimen, youâre clearly missing some key muscle areas!). He passes a cute male model â a tall guy with dark hair and a nose piercing who is also wearing an offensively tiny pair of shorts â and winks. The model blinks in surprise, clearly flattered, before he smiles widely back. Hawks strikes up a conversation as they skate side by side, shamelessly flirting with the guy and complimenting his equally skimpy outfit. The guy is kind of funny and definitely cute. With his dark hair and pierced features, he reminds Hawks a little of someone, but he canât quite put his finger on whoâŚ
How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things That's bed (bed) chem (chem) How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means and I'm obsessed Are you free next week? I bet we'd have really good-
âAlright, thatâs a wrap! Everyone bring it in.â The music cuts and Hawks glides his way towards the Art Director alongside all of the models. As the music fades and the disco ball lights cruise to a stop, exhaustion begins to sink into all of his muscles.
âThanks Hawks! Great job, everyone! I think we have what we need.â The art director and the camera people all huddle up to review a few shots and seem quite pleased. Hawks lets his shoulders relax. He looks up at the disco ball sadly, feeling his own sparkle fade along with the music.
âIâm so sorry! So so incredibly sorry! Let me go and check the photo studio again, maybe someone brought them back over to our first location by mistake?â A PA helping out the wardrobe department frantically types into her cell phone as Hawks looks on, exasperated. Heâs trying to maintain his usual easygoing public persona, but Christ is it becoming harder by the minute to be nice. The girl hits send and looks up, tired eyes wide with panic. âHave I told you how sorry I am?â
âHey.â He says, tight smile stretched across his face. Heâs exhausted and sweaty and could really use a shower right now. âItâs a-oh-Kay! I know how stressful it is to run these things. Please take your time, Iâm sure youâll find them.â
The girl nods gratefully and sweeps off to find a production van so she can go checkout the photo studio for his clothes.
Yes, you read that right: his clothes. His entire duffle bag of clothing has gone missing. Someone has misplaced his sweatpants, t-shirt, sneakers annnnd his custom made black hoodie with large slits in the back to accommodate his wings.
So to top off an already exhausting day, heâs stuck in his embarrassingly miniscule shorts.
Theyâve finished taking the hot lights down, reducing the temperature in the roller rink by about 40 fucking degrees. Cool AC drifts throughout the chasmy space. And that would be a great wonderful amazing goddamn thing if he werenât wearing a paper-thin tank top. His nipples perk up at the cold air and stand out like sore thumbs in this paper bag of a shirt. He crosses his arms across his chest self consciously. Fuuuuck this goddamn day to all hell.
In the wake of the production team packing up the lighting equipment, Craft Services has set up an impressive spread of food beside the rink. Most of the crew and models are snacking and laughing in the tiny cafeteria off to the left where the rink likely hosts kidâs birthday parties. (Hawks honestly wouldnât know â he didnât have any birthday parties as a kid. It just seems like the kinda thing people would do in a goofyass place like this).
The place is so goddamn loud. The crew is chattering and laughing and calling out to one another across the space as they snack and pack up equipment. Someoneâs put on background music and itâs the worst type of rap. Craft Services is banging around pots and crockery as they put out new dishes on the food table. All of the layers of sound and noise are far too much for Keigoâs sensitive ears and feathers, and he feels so incredibly over stimulated he doesnât know what to do. He prays that the PA can find his noise canceling headphones, but heâs low on both patience and hope.
Hawks is grateful to see that everyone is either wrapped up in the little after party or in packing up photo equipment. For once, he goes unnoticed.
He rubs his hands up and down his goosebumped arms a few times and tries to consider his options. The wardrobe department can likely cut wing holes into a shirt and jacket in a pinch. Heâs sure they must have something comfy he can wear for his flight home. Or maybe he can pay one of the PAs to run out to a local clothing store with his credit card. The problem with either of these options is that they are going to take time. Hawks really isnât in the mood to stick around this neon hell much longer.
He takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly to regulate his nervous system. Today is just one of those days when everything is out of his control and he just needs to â ugh he hates this phrase â go with the flow.
Okay, first priority. He needs a quick reset. If he finds the restroom, he can wipe off this damn makeup and splash his face with some water. Do some breathing exercises. Calm down his nervous system.
He awkwardly skate-walks (oh yeah, did I mention that heâs still wearing the goddamn ruby red-Dorthy-Thereâs-no-place-like-home-fucking-roller skates? Right. Because someone misplaced his Nikes. And to top it all off he canât walk around in just the high striped socks because someone broke a stage light bulb and no one will let Japanâs Number Two Hero accidentally get a foot full of glass.) across the foam floor towards the menâs restroom.
He pushed open the door to see a few stalls with floor to ceiling doors alongside some urinals lining the lime green walls. All the neon on top of all the noise is making him feel a little woozy with overstimulation.
As he moves to enter the restroom some of his feathers on his wings prickle to life in warning, but he breathes deeply to calm them down. When heâs over stimulated like this his body tends to react to everything as a fight or flight situation. If anyone else is using the restroom right now it could be setting off his feathers, which can pick up on even the smallest of nearby vibrations.
Calm down. He repeats over and over in his mind as he tries to shake his feathers back into place. The only villain here is whatever production assistant misplaced my goddamn pants. Now letâs focus on solutions.
The weatherâs not too cold out â maybe he should just hedge his bets and fly home in these stupid little shorts. If he flies high enough, thereâs not shot that anyone would see him looking like such a dumbass.
Where the flooring outside was a foamy material that was easy to maneuver on skate wheels, the restroom floor is smooth black linoleum. As the door swings shut behind him he sees a âNO SKATES, SNEAKERS ONLY IN RESTROOMSâ sign posted near the doorframe. Damn. He carefully places his steps and grips one of the sinks to minimize his rolling. The skates love the linoleum floor and seem to want nothing more than for him to freeskate his way around the dinky little restroom. Fat chance.
He grips the sink with both hands and stares at the drain for a few moments, breathing deeply in and out as he tries to master himself. The strategic side of his brain scrambles to make an actionable game plan. Something easy that will get him from Point A (this shitty day and this shitty roller rink) to Point B (home).
Alright Keigo. Splash some water on your face. Then make a beeline for that nice makeup lady and ask her to help you find someone form wardrobe to help you out of this mess. Itâll be fine. All youâll need to do is crank up that Number Two Hero charm.
Alight. Yeah. Thatâll work.
Feeling a tiny bit more confident now that he has a plan, Keigo pulls himself up to look at himself in the long counter mirror. His sharp eyes widen in surprise and he almost growls from the back of his throat.
There, in the mirror he can see Dabi standing behind him, leaning against the lime green florescent wall as casual as you please. Heâs wearing a tight black turtleneck sweater tucked into loose black canvas pants. His hands rest in his pockets, looking harmless. A toothy grin stretches across his face, his bright teeth contrasting sharply with his mottled, patchwork skin. His bright aqua eyes are narrowed threateningly as if to say âcaught ya.â
âHey birdie.â He says softly. âMiss me?â
âFuck Dabi. What the hell are you doing here. There are civilians around. Iâm at work right now.â
Dabi smirks and mouths âat workâ as if itâs a fun little joke between the two of them.
âThat your new work uniform?â
Dabi takes a step towards the door, and Keigo tenses.
âHey, now Hawks. Calm down.â He says easily as he reaches out a hand to click the doorâs lock into place. âJust ensuring us some privacy.â
âHowâd you even get in here?â Hawks asks, on edge. Heâs exasperated â he canât catch a fucking break today.
âYou know the funny thing about sets like thisâŚyou just walk around in black and no one bats an eye.â Dabi says smoothly, looking down at Hawks with
Keigo grips the sink as he carefully turns himself around to face Dabi on his roller skates. His wings feel so cramped and hard to maneuver in this tiny space, but he somehow manages. Dabi waits for him to turn around, smirking all the while. This is so fucking embarrassing.
âI have a request for you from the Paranormal Liberation Army.â
âYou mean you have another test for me.â
âYouâre smarter than you look, pretty boy.â Dabi drawls, crossing his arms and leaning his head back against the neon green wall. âThe upper brass is not fully convinced youâre loyal to our cause yet.â
âGreat. Got it. Just tell me what I gotta do and leave.â Keigo is practically seething.
âWow, someoneâs got their little hero panties in a twist.â Dabi quirks an eyebrow upwards in surprise. âWhat happened to you today? Usually youâre mister sunshine.â
Dabiâs face is suddenly very close. He lifts a scarred hand towards Keigoâs face as if he wants to touch it, but then thinks the better of it. His arm drops limply to his side.
ââŚsomething up?â He asks, his face dropping into a frown. Usually theyâll go back and forth with some infuriating banter. But tonight, Hawks is all teeth and anger. Itâs unsettling.
âJust a shit day.â Hawks says through gritted teeth. âTell me what you need from me already and Iâll do it.â
Dabi takes a step back, considering him with more care.
âNah. Iâll find you later this week and give you the assignment. Your vibes are off right now.â
âOf course my fucking vibes are off. Iâm stuck in some godforsaken 80s fever dream wearing a cursed fuckinâ outfit.â
Dabi looks at him appraisingly, eyes lingering on the way Hawksâ slim waist dips into his short shorts. âItâs not so much cursed as it isâŚslutty.â The observation is more appreciative than mocking.
Keigoâs eyebrows fly up his forehead.
Slutty!?
Usually heâs so careful with how he shows emotion â so diligent about being the perfect little spy for The Hero Commission. But right now heâs tired and over stimulated and Dabi â his mother-fucking enemy â just called him slutty using a tone that makes Keigo want to melt into a puddle of hormones and arousal.
Dabi stares down at him, expression steely and unreadable.
The vibe in the little neon bathroom has shifted, and they both know it.
âDid you just call meâŚslutty?â Keigo preens a bit, trying to stand up straighter but failing miserably in his slippery skates. He leans back into the porcelain sink to keep from sliding to the ground.
âNo I called your outfit slutty, shithead.â Dabi says, jerking his chin up at Hawks. His eyes narrow, a hunter surveying his prey. âLook at those fuckinâ shorts. Itâs like youâre begging to be fucked or something.â
âExcuse me?â Keigo canât believe his ears. His grip on the sink tightens. He canât decide if he wants to throw a punch at Dabiâs pretty fuckinâ faceâŚor if he wants toâŚkiss him!?
âYou heard me, birdie.â And the guy fuckinâ smiles. He flashes those bright white teeth in a way that makes him look both gorgeous and terrifying.
At this point Hawks is extremely aware of two things:
Thing One: Heâs always had a weird thing for Dabi since they first met at the Liberation Army headquarters a few months ago. Dabi is the only one who truly sees right through all of his Commission-trained charm and bravado â the only League member who still doesnât quite trust Hawks. Hawks loves a good challenge. Relishes it. And Dabi is a challenge in so many delightful ways. And Dabi is hot. Heâs so goddamn tall. And heâs just Keigoâs type â covered in piercings and emo accessories and dark and brooding. A perfect balance to the faux sunshine Hawks has been trained to radiate out at all times. Keigoâs never seen the man shirtless, but in the early morning moments between dreaming and waking heâs often imagined what could be laying in wait for him beneath those layers of leather and black clothing. Yes, Hawks is attracted to Dabi. Thereâs no way around that.
Thing Two: Keigoâs  little shorts are starting to feelâŚtighter. Keigo is an absolute sucker for teasing and dirty talk. And with all that Dabiâs saying to him right nowâŚwell, Keigo is getting hard and thereâs nothing he can do to hide it.
And Dabi is noticing.
âAll that for me, birdie?â Dabi says, eyeing Hawksâ package appreciatively. âLooks like it was worth my time to come all this way out here after all.
Keigo canât hide the fierce blush creeping up his cheeks.
âListen. Letâs drop the PLF shit for a bit.â Dabi says, shrugging his shoulders and holding his palms open, almost as if in surrender. âYou know I donât trust you, and no amount of âassignmentsâ or âmissionsâ are gonna prove your loyalty to me. I know youâre some sort of fuckinâ Hero Commission spy.â Â Dabi lifts his hand to his ear so he can play with one of his earrings, twisting the piercing around in his finger. âBut I donât really give a shit about that work stuff right now. It sounds like we both had shit days, and thereâs something I wanna do.â
He takes a step towards Hawks, slow and catlike. Hawks is on edge, wary. A base part of him revels in the intense look of Dabiâs bright aqua eyes. With a stab of surprise in his gut, he realizes that the hot, tall, pierced photo model he was rollerskating with had been reminiscent of Dabi.
Oh! Thatâs who that hot guy reminded me of. Hawks thinks as he tenses for some kind of blow or attack. âHey, Dabi. You donât model on the side, do you? I met a guy who looks like you earlier. Real emo and attractive in a weird, pierced sort of way.
Dabi stops in his tracks, inches away from Hawks. âYou think Iâm attractive in aâŚâ Dabi snorts. âWeird, pierced sort of way?â What little air lies between them crackles with electricity.
âWellâŚâ Oh shit, did he really just say that out loud? Yeah, heâs always thought Dabi is attractive. How could anyone not think that Dabi is attractive? He hadnât meant to verbalize it, though.
âShut up. Damn bird.â Dabi closes the gap between them, grabbing Hawksâ chin hard between his thumb and forefinger. Before the wing hero can send out a barrage of sharp feathers his way, Dabi smashes their lips together in an aggressive kiss.
Oh. Holy. Fuck.
Hawks moans into the kiss as their mouths connect again and again and again.
Dabi is a goddamn dream of a kisser. His style consists of hot open-mouthed kisses punctuated by nicks of staples and teeth. His bottom, toasted lip is a bit dry compared to the top one, but it feels good all the same when it slides against Hawksâ own wet mouth. Dabi leans forward, his arm snakes in between Hawksâ own hand and hip to rest on the sink so he can#dabihawks#my hero academia#mha#boku no hero academia#boku no academia#bnha#boku no hero#bnha manga#anime#keigo takami#mha hawks#hotwings#bnha hawks#mha touya#touya todoroki#bnha touya#dabi#todoroki touya#bnha dabi#hawks#HotWings#Dabihawks#dabi x hawks#hawks x dabi#keigo takami fluff#mha takami keigo#bnha keigo#Keigo Takami x Touya Todoroki#Todoroki#touya x keigo prop himself up. He uses his other hand to continue to hold Hawksâ face in a vice like grip as they kiss and kiss and kiss.
Hawks doesnât know what to do with his hands or his body so he just focuses on the way that Dabiâs mouth and tongue dance across his own. Dabi licks the bottom of Hawksâ mouth before tugging his lower lip between his teeth. Hawks groans into it, letting Dabi do whatever the hell he wants. Itâs delightful and sweet and dirty all at the same time.
When they finally break apart, theyâre both breathing heavy. Dabiâs striking blue eyes are half-lidded as he gazes down at Hawks.
âTake off your shirt.â Dabi says in a low, gravely rasp. Hawks doesnât need telling twice. He uses one hand to keep bracing himself against the sink (the damn roller skates are barely holding up his shaky legs right now), and uses the other to peel the thin tank top off of his quaking body.
âThatâs better.â Dabi says, stepping back a bit so he can admire the heroâs chiseled physique. âI figured you were ripped, but holy shit.â
He slides his palm down Hawksâ neck and across the bulging muscles of his chest. âThis is insane.â He dips his hand lower to feel the heroâs washboard abs before dipping a finger underneath the waistband of those godforsaken tiny shorts. Hawks hisses at the feeling of hot fingertips so close to the tip of his cock. Heâs instantly rock hard and left wanting when Dabi slides his fingers back up and makes sure to snap the waistband of the shorts soundly against Hawksâ stomach.
Dabi must see the desperation in Hawksâ sharp eyes because he whispers: âPatience is a virtue, little hero.â He takes a step back from Hawks and discards his own shirt, pulling the turtleneck up and off of his head. It leaves his black hair looking fluffy and staticky. He then steps back towards the hero and leans his head down so he can kiss his way across Hawksâ jawline. Hawks can barely breathe heâs so turned on right now. Dabi continues to make his way down Hawksâ neck, stopping to suck on his pulse point. The winged hero moans at the feel of Dabiâs lips, rough and soft at the same time.
Dabi takes care to make out with Hawksâ neck for a bit â pressing those hot lips of his over and over to the delicate skin beneath the heroâs jaw and along his shoulder. Hawks could stand like that forever, letting Dabi lavish him with kisses and licks.
Hawks is taken by surprise when the scene escalates, and out of nowhere the villain drops to his knees. Before Hawks even knows whatâs happening, Dabi has pulled his tiny shorts and underwear straight down to the ground. His proud cock bounces out, fully erect and standing ready for action against dense golden curls. Dabi takes a moment to admire it, licking his chapped lips as Hawksâ dick stands at attention, a drop of shiny precum clinging to the flushed tip.
âKnew youâd be pretty.â Is all he says before he practically inhales Hawksâ cock.
âFuck â ah!â Hawks almost falls (well, rolls) over in surprise as Dabi licks the tip of his cock and takes it in his stapled mouth. The contact feels so deliciously good â Dabiâs mouth is warm and hot in all the right ways. Itâs been so long since Hawks has had good head, and Dabi is most certainly going to give him good head.
Dabi wastes no time as he hollows out his cheeks and begins bobbing his head on Hawksâ dick. He snakes a hand up to the winged heroâs waist to hold him in place, ruby red roller skates be damned. His other hand makes its way upwards to grip at the meat of Hawksâ left thigh. His fingertips dig into the hard muscle, and somewhere in the back of Hawksâ hormone-addled mind, he knows that there will be bruise marks burned into his skin come morning.
Hawksâs cock feels like its in heaven, and his brain is hazy with lust as he looks down at this fucking god of a villain whoâs sucking him off in a neon green roller rink bathroom.
Dabi throws him a brief but smug look with those sharp, turquoise eyes and it causes Hawksâ stomach to squeeze and flip. His heart pounds in his chest and he needs to remind himself to breathe, goddammit when Dabi pulls his mouth off with a loud âpop!â and begins licking up and down Hawksâ shaft.
âFuck Dabi. Yeah â j-just like that.â
Dabi flutters his tongue across the sharp veins of Hawksâ dick, making his way upwards slowly. When he finally gets to the tip, he swirls his tongue around the sensitive space just beneath the head before sucking the thick member back into his mouth. Hawks sees stars.
Dabi continues on like that for a bit â alternating between licking and sucking and just generally doing magical things with his mouth as Hawks looks on, dumbstruck.
In a spark of inspiration, Dabi reaches up and puts his hands on Hawksâ slim hips, thumbs digging into the divots of muscle that fall into a âVâ shape as his waist tapers off. The patchwork villain jerks the blondeâs hips forward slightly, and Hawks glides towards him. Dabi wraps his mouth deeper around Hawksâ cock, pushing and pulling the blonde back and forth across the linoleum floor on those stupid roller skates. Heâs sliding in and out of Dabiâs mouth â absolutely face fucking the hell out of him in a languid, controlled sort of way.
Itâs sexy.
Itâs hot.
Itâs far too much.
âDabi.â Hawks practically sings as the villain picks up his pace, still using the roller skates to his advantage. Hawks can feel his orgasm building like kindling catching into a bonfire. âDabi.â
âHmm?â Dabiâs eyes flick up to look at him almost lazily as he continues to suck.
âIâm gonnaâŚShit thatâs good! Iâm gonna cumâŚâ Hawks doesnât know how much longer he can last like this, being absolutely manhandled by his enemy. He feels heat prickle across his face as he chases his high in Dabiâs mouth.
The villain acknowledges Hawks by digging his fingers harder into the blondeâs sensitive hips with the intention of bruising. He continues his even pace â pushing and pulling Hawksâ cock in and out of his mouth with practiced skill. God does Dabi love roller skates right now.
âDabiiii.â Hawks moans out through gritted teeth, feeling the orgasm begin to roll through him. When the dark haired villain doesnât relent, Hawks figures heâs alright with getting cum in his mouth. He lets go â all of the days stress and exhaustion coming out of him in one golden wave of pleasure. His crimson wings fluff up and fan out behind him in ecstasy. He cums hard into Dabiâs mouth, the orgasm rolling from the base of his cock onto Dabiâs waiting tongue.
Dabi holds Hawks gaze â Blue eyes boring into Hawksâ golden-brown ones. Hawks shudders as he cums, watching Dabiâs hot mouth take everything heâs willing to give. For his part, Dabi is sure to keep sucking in time with Hawksâ orgasm, tasting the heroâs hot salty cum on his tongue. Dabi makes a show of swallowing, letting Hawks see the way that his mouth and throat are working overtime to accommodate the heroâs thick load.
Hawks comes down slowly, his sensitive cock still twitching as it pumps out the last remnants of pleasure. Dabi has brings a hand down from Hawksâ hips and wraps it around the heroâs sensitive base, slowly jerking at him as he comes back to himself. When heâs finally finished, Hawks all but collapses backward into the sink, panting as he desperately tries to catch his breath. Dabi releases the hero from his grasp, leaning back on his heals and wiping his juicy mouth on his sleeve.
He smirks up at the wing hero whoâs currently looking fucked out and boneless. âThat good?â
âGood enough. Clearly.â Hawks says, rolls his eyes. âWell youâre down there, mind unlacing these fuckinâ things?â
For once, Dabi doesnât have a biting retort or complaint. He dutifully unties Hawksâ ruby red roller skates and helps him step out of them. Once out of the skates, the tiny shorts drop the remainder of the way down Hawksâ calves and land on the floor in a heap, leaving him in nothing but tall striped socks.
âUgh note to self: never wear roller skates again. Fuck those are uncomfortable.â Hawks wiggles his toes on the linoleum and bends over to massage his calves and ankles.
âI dunnoâŚI kind of liked them.â Dabi says, rising from the floor. Hawks closes the distance between them and slides his hands up into Dabiâs hair, pulling the villainâs mouth back to his own.
âFuck.â Hawks says between kisses. âWho would have thought you could give head like that?â
Dabi smirks into each searing kiss, letting Hawks manhandle him desperately. The blonde lets a hand wander down Dabiâs neck and across his back, feeling the taught muscles there. He brings his other hand down to palm at the villainâs pants and is unsurprised to find him rock hard and wanting. Dabi rolls his hips into Hawksâ hand and laughs into his mouth at the contact.
âWhat you gonna do about that, hero?â He hisses before turning his face to lick up Hawksâ jawline. The blonde shudders at the hot, wet contact.
âDo you have a condom on you?â Hawks asks, breathless as he pulls away from Dabiâs face and blinks up at him, unsteady.
âWhat do I look like to you, a damn vending machine - â Hawks claps a hand to Dabiâs mouth, cutting him off. He smirks up at the villain, rolling his eyes almost playfully.
âAlright, blowjob it is!â He pushes Dabi hard in the chest, guiding him to the neon green wall.
âUgh.â The villain says, looking at the painted concrete wall with disgust. âThis place looks like itâs covered in, like, a thousand STDs.â
âItâs called neon, dumbass.â Hawks holds his palm flat against Dabiâs chest, ensuring the dark haired manâs back is flush against the wall. Thereâs a crackle coming from the ceiling and Hawks glances upwards to see a vent to their left. Huh, they must have just turned on the AC. The chilly, mechanical breeze of air conditioning hits Hawksâ hot skin, cooling the sweat of his back. Goosebumps jump across his skin as he looks down at his naked body, suddenly feeling a bit too exposed.
âHold that thought.â He makes a gesture for Dabi to stay where he is. The villain watches him, an almost bored expression coloring his eyes as Hawks scoops up his teeny tiny shorts and slips them back on, one leg at a time.
âAw, the showâs over?â Dabi says flatly. Hawks whirls around to face him.
âOh no, weâre just getting started.â Hawks tilts his head at Dabi, throwing on his charming camera-ready smile. For a moment, the villain seems frozen, almost speechless. Hawks is a little surprised â he knows his thousand-watt hero smile can have devastating consequences when executed correctly, but he never thought that Dabi would get caught up in it the same way his fans seem to.
Hawks takes a step back towards Dabi, crowding up into his space. He slides his hand up to grip at Dabiâs jaw, forcing him to tilt his head down to fully look Hawks in the face.
âYou think Iâm pretty, donât you?â the hero whispers pompously.
Dabi glowers down at him. âWell I wouldnât suck off just any ugly bastard, now would I? Iâm selective.â
Hawks lets go of Dabiâs face and roughly pushes it aside. âThatâs not good enough. You want my mouth on your cock? Do better.â
âI donât need to take this shit from you.â
âUm. Actually, you do. I donât see any other handsome heroes lining up to top you off.â
Dabi actually smiled at this â his face stretching into a full grin that goes all the way up to his eyes.
âI like it when youâre feisty.â He says, dipping his head to catch Hawksâ mouth in another scorching kiss. The contact leaves Hawks breathless and wanting more. âOf course I think youâre goddamn beautiful. I wouldnât want you so badly otherwise.â Dabi says, pulling his face away from the heroâs.
âThatâs all I needed to hear.â Hawks says softly before attacking Dabiâs neck with his mouth. He licks a hot stripe across the other manâs throat, then finds a piece of clean, unblemished skin to bite into. He lets his canines press down on the delicate skin before he sucks the spot into his mouth. A hickey blooms instantly beneath his lips and Dabi groans, delighted at the mix of simultaneous pain and pleasure.
âDo that again.â The villain practically commands, reaching between them to palm at his hard on.
âI dunno, youâve barely got any skin left that isnât charred.â Hawks says simply. Not mockingly, just observing. He doesnât want to unintentionally dole out more damage.
âFuck if I care. Put your teeth wherever you want.â His hand climbs its way into Hawksâ thick blonde hair, fingers wrapping around the bushy locks. He gathers a few curls at the nape of Hawksâ neck and pulls gently, causing Hawks to moan at the unexpected contact.
âKeep making pretty little noises like that and youâll make me cum before you even get my cock in you.â Dabi gives another experimental tug and Hawksâ knees nearly buckle heâs swooning hard for this idiot. He takes a deep breath and decides to regain control of the situation, pushing Dabiâs hands out of his hair and dropping to his knees before the emo flame wielder. He reaches out and undoes the button to Dabiâs loose pants before pulling the zipper down as far as it can go.
To be honest, Hawks is having a ton of intrusive thoughts about Dabiâs dick â does his dick have a patchwork of charred flesh with staples holding it together? Does he have it pierced? Is he well endowed? Each of the possibilities is intriguing in its own way, and Hawks is eager to unwrap Dabi like a present on his fucking birthday.
Dabi doesnât resist as Hawks slips the baggy pants down his slim hips and onto the ground. His legs are long, toned and crisscrossed with staples. The skin is mottled with purple, but less so than his torso. His thighs are surprisingly muscular and thick. Goddamn heâs beautiful. Beneath those baggy pants, heâs wearing a pair of charcoal boxers that leave little to the imagination. Hawksâ eyes widen as his greatest hopes are confirmed â Dabi is fuckinâ packing.
The villainâs dick is outlined beneath the underwear â a hard line leaning left. Thereâs a small damp spot on the front of the boxers where Dabiâs dick has leaked precum during all of their foreplay. The visual is incredibly hot.
âWhyâd ya stop?â Dabi asks in a husky voice, hands on his hips as he stares down at Hawksâ whipped expression. âIntimidated?â
Hawks quirks his mouth up in a small smile. âYou wish.â
Dabi barks out a laugh in response, moving his fingers beneath the elastic waistband of his boxers and tugging them down in a swift motion. His cock springs to attention, coming up to kiss his abs as it stands fully erect and flush with arousal.
Hawks was wrong â his cock isnât burned, charred or pierced. But he was right about it being fucking massive. Dabiâs cock is beautiful â long with some weight to it, the tip flushed with excitement. Hawks has had a few steamy rendezvous over the years with other men, but never has he seen a dick this pretty. He practically salivates as he takes it in.
âLike what you see?â Dabi says, stretching his arms up and behind his head as his cock twitches excitedly against his slim but toned stomach.
âAbsolutely.â Hawks says, licking his lips slowly as he reaches up to smooth the palm of his hands down Dabisâ perfect hip bones. âHow do you hide all of this in those ridiculous leather pants of yours?â
This makes Dabi snort. This may be the first time Hawks has heard has hear d a genuine laugh from the man, and he likes the sound of it. The way he snorts into his laughter is geeky and distinctly uncool. It humanizes him, in a way. Hawksâ smile is so big his cheeks start to get sore. He quickly resets his mouth into a cool, thin line. Careful now. He thinks to himself as he slides his hands down to grasp at Dabiâs firm ass appreciatively. Canât catch feelings for a villain that youâll eventually betray.
Hawks is no angel â the Hero Commission has certainly seen to that. But crashing out over Dabi â Dabi the damn top member of the League of Villains â that would be so incredibly morally wrong that Hawks canât believe his horny brain even bubbled up the idea in the first place. Ok. Refocus. Sex now, guilt and morality check later.
He lets his hands explore the expanse of Dabiâs cheeks. Jeez, he loves Dabiâs ass. Itâs firm with a tiny bit of bounce to it. He looks up appreciatively at the rest of Dabiâs body. Heâs a bit taken aback and just how skinny the villain is. He knows that up until The League joined up with the Paranormal Liberation Front, Dabi, Shigaraki and the others didnât have a reliable source for meals. From the intel Hawks had gathered at the PLF HQ, the League members often went hungry, not knowing where their next meals would come from.
Dabiâs physique tells a story of malnourishment. Heâs far too slim for his height. His muscles are lean in a wiry sort of way. Even though heâs muscular and has these to-die-for thighs, itâs clear that heâs not in a healthy place. Heâs not being cared for. And Hawks knows all about being malnourished and neglected â before the Commission got a hold of him, he recalls being shaky and hungry with weak muscles from malnourishment.
So as Hawks appreciates Dabiâs beautiful body, he canât help the way that his heart aches for the villain. A tiny voice in his head says, âI could take care of you. I could take you to my favorite restaurants and show you what itâs like to have a full belly and a warm bed. I could feed you and kiss you and fuck you until you fall asleep all safe and happy and emo and we could live happily ever after like some goddamn gay version of Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves in The Lake House â kissing into the credit scenes.
Hawks blinks in surprise as the affectionate thoughts scroll through his head. All that just from cumming in Dabiâs mouth and then seeing him naked in a neon green roller rink bathroom!? Fuck. Has he been down bad for this emo motherfucker all along!?
Um. Okay wow that was a weirdly visceral pipedream thought. Hawks tries to lock in and clear his mind. There will be plenty of processing later when heâs taking a fresh shower and can be blessedly alone with his thoughts. For now â he has a blowjob to attend to.
He runs his hands slowly down Dabiâs thighs, memorizing the feel of Dabiâs warm skin beneath his fingertips. He looks up at the emo villain with bright golden eyes, and Dabi hits him back with a smoky gaze that could level buildings (probably has, to be honest. Dabi does have a police documented history of arson). His nose piercings glint in the artificial lighting as he turns his head ever so slightly so he can better look at Hawks. The hero runs his fingers lightly up the sensitive skin of Dabiâs inner thighs and the villain bites his lip and inhales sharply. His cock twitches. Heâs so fucking horny.
Finally, Hawks puts him out of his misery and slides a hand up to grip Dabiâs cock and oh shit does it feel good in his palm. He runs his hand up and down the shaft, taking care to vary the pressure of his grip as he gets towards the tip. He swipes his thumb across Dabiâs sensitive head, smearing his precum around under his fingers so he can use it as lube. Dabi lets out a slight gasp at the motion, his arms falling to his sides as he continues to watch Hawks work at his thick cock.
Hawks looks down, staring hungrily at the hot member in his hand as he strokes slowly, carefully up and down. He decides to take it nice and slow â they both need this. A break. Softness. He jerks Dabiâs cock slowly, full of care. Almost as if to quietly say this is how it can be with me â sex can be slow. It can be gentle. Hawks wonders if Dabi has ever been handled with care in bed.
âWhat are you doing?â Dabi groans, looking down at him with a frown. âYouâre literally the slowest bitch on the face of the Earth. Just get me off already.â
Hawks pauses and looks back up at the villain with narrowed eyes. âItâs all about the build up. Shut up and enjoy it.â
âIâd enjoy it more if I was cumming all over your face right now, jeez.â Dabi says defensively, but he crosses his arms and shuts the fuck up all the same. Heâs looking down at Hawks almost curiously (as curiously as one can look while theyâre brooding into a handjob). Hawks grins a little as he starts to jerk Dabi off again, this time going a tiny bit faster until he feels Dabiâs dick respond with an appreciative twitch.
He then leans forward and plants a row of wet kisses up Dabiâs inner thigh as he continues to glide his hand up and down Dabiâs perfect cock. He realizes that he could use a tiny bit more lubrication. He gathers saliva in his mouth and looks up at Dabi to maintain eye contact as he drools like an absolute whore onto the villainâs ready cock.
Dabi blinks in surprise at the explicit visual, and then stares hungrily at Hawks to see what heâll do next. The winged hero uses his hand to glide his saliva across Dabiâs excited cock and increases his pace a bit â the villain closes his eyes at the contact, clearly seeing stars behind his eyelids as he lets out a tiny breath of pleasure. Good. Thatâs what Hawks wants.
He leans his mouth forward and starts to suck at Dabiâs balls, sucking one into his mouth as he continues along with the hand job. At this, Dabi lets out a full on groan from the back of his throat. Okay, so heâs a sensitive little bitch. Hawks can work with that.
He sucks for a few more moments on Dabiâs package, letting his jaw go slack so he can pull his mouth away to do more dirty work. He ghosts hot breath along the underside of Dabiâs cock before tonguing at his flushed tip. Dabi seems to think that Hawks is speeding things up like he asked, and he hums appreciatively when he feels Hawksâ wet mouth hover just above his cockhead.
But no â Hawks is just teasing. He goes back down to worshiping Dabiâs thighs with his mouth, lavishing them in kisses as he slows his stroke game on Dabiâs dick. Dabi lets out a growl of frustration, just wanting Hawks to get it quick and dirty and done with.
âPatience.â Hawks says as he finds a particularly sensitive spot on Dabiâs thigh and tongues at it, appreciating the way Dabiâs knees give a twitch at the motion. âPatience.â He places a kiss on the spot. âIs.â Another kiss. âA Virtue.â He swirls his tongue back up towards Dabiâs package.
âOh fuck you.â Dabi hisses between clenched teeth, arms still crossed against his chest and eyes shut tight. He drops his head back to rest against the smooth neon green wall.
âYou could be fucking me right now. If you carried a damn emergency condom.â Hawks teases, using his free hand to caress Dabiâs sensitive balls. They quiver at the delicate attention the hero serves up. Dabi is blessedly speechless for once. Hawks glances up to see that heâs really relishing this, despite his complaints. His eyes are still cramped shut but his eyebrows are knitting against each other and heâs biting his lip hard. Heâs doing everything possible to not let Hawks see him enjoying himself.
Hawks slows down his pace even more. He can tell that heâs frustrating Dabi endlessly, and he loves it. Dabiâs mouth has settled into a scowl, but his chest rises and falls in a quick rhythm that hinting to Hawks that heâs getting flustered.
âHey Dabi.â Hawks says, casual. âYouâre allowed to enjoy yourself. We can go back to being whatever kind of fucked up enemies when weâre back on the clock. We can pretend this never happened.â He lolls his tongue around the head of Dabiâs cock, eliciting a shiver from the villain, before continuing to kiss up his hipbone. âLet yourself fucking relax a little.â
Dabi cracks open an eye to glare at Hawks, but he takes a deep breath in and releases it slowly before dropping his arms to his sides.
âAlright, birdie. Make me enjoy it.â He says, half daring, half resigned. Hawks grins into the skin of his slim belly before planting a kiss beside his navel.
âJust remember â you asked for this.â Hawks says cheekily, kissing down the light âVâ shape of the svelte muscles at Dabiâs trim waist.
âYeah, yeah. Just get on with - â Dabiâs words get stuck in his throat as, in a sudden burst of movement, Hawks wrenches one of Dabiâs long legs off the ground and throws it over his shoulder. He flings an arm between Dabiâs legs to brace against the wall, allowing himself to bare most of the villainâs weight. In the same motion, he takes Dabiâs cock in his mouth and starts sucking like his life depends on it (And maybe it does to be honest).
Dabi was clearly not expecting this, because he lets out a moan of surprise that quickly turns into undiluted pleasure at the change in position. His dick fits so snuggly in Hawksâ hot mouth, and the thrill of being handled so harshly yet carefully is turning him on in a way that neither of them could have anticipated. Heâs rock hard and ready to cum any moment.
Hawks hollows out his cheeks and bobs his head in a steady rhythm, enjoying the light salty taste of Dabiâs unblemished skin. He periodically swirls his tongue around the head of the villainâs cock, eliciting broken mumbles of praise from the hot villain.
âY-yeah. Oh shit. Just like that.â Dabi stammers mindlessly, his fingers dropping from his chest to thread their way through Hawksâ thick hair. He pulls gently at the heroâs blonde locks, eliciting a hum of appreciation from Hawks. Mmm thatâs hot. The hum sends tiny shockwaves of vibration through Dabiâs cock and he feels his legs start to shake with pleasure. Hawks feels it too. He knows the villain is getting close, and heâs excited to push him over the edge.
Dabiâs eyes flutter open so he can get a visual on the situation. He takes in the way his pale leg is thrown haphazardly over Hawksâ strong, tanned shoulder. Then thereâs the way that Hawks is absolutely ravaging him â deep throating his cock in a way thatâs both slutty and caring. Hawks is so tuned into Dabiâs pleasure; heâs contorted himself into an uncomfortable position. Heâs simultaneously supporting most of Dabiâs weight while sucking him dry. Itâs the first time Dabiâs had sex where a partner has focused entirely on his desire. Heâs so fucking turned on that heâs shaking.
Hawks slides his mouth off of Dabiâs dick with a pop. He takes a few ragged breaths and then says in a hoarse tone. âI know youâre close. I want to make you cum. I want you to enjoy yourself. Fucking take it from me Dabi.â He takes Dabiâs cock back in his mouth and wrenches his leg upwards, further over the hard muscles of his Pro Hero shoulder.
Dabiâs head hits the neon green bathroom wall with a light âthud.â Heâs speechless, blissed out, heaven struck. Hawks seems to know exactly what to say and do to turn him on. Heâs always been one for dirty talk â but heâs never truly been on the receiving end of said talking. The way Hawks looks at him and sucks him off and speaks to him so damn directlyâŚwell itâs all far too much and heâs certain sex has now officially been ruined forever for him - its likely that only Hawks is capable of fucking him this good.
Hawks sucks rhythmically at Dabiâs dick and does all sorts of fancy things with his tongue that shoot zigzags of pleasure into the villainâs belly. It only takes about 45 seconds of this for him to absolutely shatter. He doesnât even see the orgasm coming â all of a sudden without warning it hits him like a train. Itâs hard, fast and breathtaking. His entire body is a livewire of shaking energy as he feels himself cum, hot waves of sticky fluid splattering the back of the heroâs throat in rapid succession.
Dabi cries out â a mix of surprise and pleasure. The noise thatâs ripped from the back of his throat sounds suspiciously like Hawksâ name, but the villain would never own up to that fact. (Besides, whatâs said during sex doesnât really mean anything, right? Right.) If Hawks werenât holding him up, his knees would be buckling right now because holy fucking shit he feels so deliriously good as Hawks draws the orgasm out of him and swallows cleanly.
And for his part, Hawks is in heaven down beneath the villain, sucking the remnants of Dabiâs high through chapped lips. He absolutely loves giving during sex. Something about the way he can make someone fall apart with only his touch, his mouth, his cockâŚhe supposes itâs a trauma response, wanting to pleasure people for attention and potentially because he wants to feel a bit of control. In his lifetime, heâs had so little control. Itâs nice to have a moment of being truly in charge.
But honestlyâŚhe sees Dabi as a mirror to himself; someone whoâs been neglected and unloved. And for a moment it feels good to give Dabi the things he himself wants. So when Dabi throws his head back and moans out his name in a choked voice, the hero feels incredibly accomplished and â selfishly â fulfilled knowing heâs done his job well.
When Dabiâs cock is spent and limp between Hawksâ lips, he gently slides his mouth off. A thin thread of spit and cum connects his lips to Dabiâs pretty cock as he backs away. Itâs sloppy and gross and he can feel Dabi drinking in the hot visual from above. He carefully removes Dabiâs lengthy leg from where it hangs over his shoulder, lowering it back to the ground. He tries to ignore the way that Dabiâs entire body is still quaking.
He decides he can get away with one more kindness before Dabi comes back into his body. He reaches for Dabiâs charcoal boxers where they lay abandoned on the floor, and he holds them out to the villain, helping him pull one shaky leg into the underwear at a time. Dabi doesnât put up a fight, awkwardly allowing Hawks to help him get back into the comfortable fabric. When the boxers are finally back in place with their elastic waistband low on Dabiâs defined hips, the villain slides down the wall so he can sit on the smooth linoleum floor across from Hawks. He closes his eyes as he leans his head back against the wall and takes a few deep, slow breaths.
Finally, he says two shaky words: âHoly. Shit.â
Hawks laughs genuinely because honestly, heâs thinking the same thing.
âIs sex for you usually that good?â Hawks questions, his tone completely serious as he cocks his head to the side.
Dabi leans his head back on the wall and stares up at the florescent lights. âNever.â He shifts his gaze to take in Hawksâ expression. âYou?â
âNope. I actually donât usually cum that easily.â
âBullshit.â
âIâm being serious.â
âHuh.â
They sit in silence for a few moments, neither sure of what to say next.
âI guessâŚwe should get going.â Dabi says, not quite certain of himself. He reaches for his discarded clothes and gets to his feet so he can put them back on. Hawks watches, sad to see that beautiful body be swallowed up by loose black fabric.
âYeah.â Hawks looks around for his own clothes, and then remembers that all he has available to put on are his tiny see through tank top and the bright ruby roller skates. He groans miserably, walking with resignation towards the teensy top that lays in a sad little heap under the sink. He makes a small noise of dismay â the sink pipe has been dripping water onto the already atrocious shirt. Dabi looks up at the sound.
âOh. Hold on.â He says quickly. He ducks his head down so the hero canât see his expression. Hawks notes that he looks almost embarrassed.
Dabi strides away from him on long legs and disappears into one of the bathrooms stalls, kicking out a familiar looking designer duffle bag.
ââŚis that?â Hawks sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on.
âYeah I stole your fucking clothes, big deal.â Dabi shrugs, kicking the extremely high-end duffle across the linoleum floor towards Hawks. âI wanted to see you squirm for a bit when you realized you had to stay in that slutty little outfit.â
âUgh. Why are you literally the worst. This day has been just awful.â Hawks grabs for the bag, pulling it towards him across the gross linoleum floor.
âI hope it wasnât all awful.â Dabi says, almost jokingly. He strolls over to the sink so he can adjust his turtleneck collar in the mirror.
Hawks ignores the comment. âI can say with confidence that I will never be wearing roller skates again after today.â
âI dunno. After blowing you on wheelsâŚmaybe I have a weird shitty kink for skates now. Youâd need to put them on again so I can be sure.â Dabi says, watching Hawks riffle through his bag behind him through the mirror. He runs long fingers through his jet-black locks, refocusing his eyes on himself as he tries to flatten his sex hair.
âCumming makes you chatty, does it?â Hawks bites back, grinning despite himself. Heâs thrilled to see all of his clothes and equipment in the bag where he left them. He makes a mental note to sweep the bag for tracking equipment later before he arrives back home. Â He does an initial check â patting his hands along the bottom of the bag and around the zippers.
âDonât think this changes anything between us.â Dabi says suddenly, almost harshly, as he turns the sink faucet and begins to splash cold water on his pale, aristocratic cheeks.
âHow do you mean?â Hawks turns to look at him over his shoulder.
âI know how you hero types work. You probably think now that weâve fucked weâre in love and you can change me and bring me over to the side of the light.â Dabi chuckles and crosses his arms across his chest. âThat is definitely not happening.â
âYou are so damn full of yourself.â Hawks snorts, turning back to the bag so he can pull out his precious designer sweatpants. He unfolds the soft, decadent material carefully and rises to his feet so he can pull them on. He discards the slutty photo shoot shorts, tossing them over Dabiâs shoulder and into the garbage can by the sink. He stands naked for a moment, grinning when he sees Dabiâs eyes dance across his body from their reflection in the mirror. He sticks a foot into the pant leg and starts to pull them on. âYouâre well beyond saving.â
Dabi grins appreciatively at him through the mirror. âDonât I know it.â
âAnd I promise not to fall in love with your sorry ass.â Hawks pulls on his soft expensive t-shirt. He doesnât miss the way that Dabiâs eyes drink in one last glance at his abs and chest as he pulls the fabric down over his stomach. âBut maybeâŚâ
âHm?â
Hawks feels his cheeks burn red with heat as he adjusts his shirt to fit more comfortably around his wings.
âMaybe we can call a temporary truce whenever we want toâŚhook up.â He coughs out the last words.
âBold of you to assume Iâd sleep with you again.â Dabi sneers, but his mouth is tilted up in the tiniest of grins.
âIâm sorryâŚâ Hawks says boldly as he fishes his specialty headphones out of the duffle and hangs them around his neck. ââŚDid I not just give you the best head of your life? I assumed youâd want a follow up. Or better yetâŚâ Hawks grabs his socks and sneakers and starts pulling them on as he avoids Dabiâs gaze. âI bet youâd jump at the chance to feel my cock inside you.â
âAnd just what makes you think Iâd let you top me?â Dabi spits out, sounding insulted.
Hawks shrugs indifferently. âIâll bottom. I donât particularly care when it comes to things like that. Either way, Iâm a great lay. Ha! That rhymed.â Hawks says, finally fully clothed. Admittedly, the orgasm was a good full system reset. He feels loose and relaxed for the first time all day. He rolls out his shoulders and stretches, letting his shirt creep up his toned stomach to give Dabi once last thing to look at.
âI bet weâd have really good bed chem.â Hawks says with a cheeky wink, catching Dabiâs bright aqua eyes.
âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?â Dabi narrows his eyes in a glare, thinking Hawks is making fun of him somehow.
âIts, uh, a song by Sabrina Carpenter.â Hawks rattles off. He didnât realize that Dabi was so out of touch with pop culture, but given that the villain has been on the run for the better part of the last few years it kind of makes sense that he wouldnât be up to date on the latest in pop music. âIt means weâd have good chemistry in bed.â
âI have no idea what the fuck youâre talking about. Jesus Christ youâre annoying.â Dabi rolls his eyes and grabs a paper towel to wipe off his damp face and arms.
âListen, ya big baby. What Iâm saying is that Iâd be up for sleeping together again. Donât think too much into it.â Hawks rolls his eyes and pulls his hoodie out of his bag before zipping the duffle closed.
âHuh. Alright. Maybe.â Dabi says noncommittally. âIâll be at PLF HQ next week. If I see you thereâŚwell we can figure it out then.â Without even a backward glance at the now fully clothed Hawks, he turns to unlock the door and leave.
âDabi â hold on.â Hawks grabs him by the wrist and yanks him backwards and away from the door.
âWhat.â Dabi looks pissed for some reason, but he turns around just in time for Hawks to plant a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on his lips. Itâs quick and kind of gross, but itâs also warm.
âThatâs it. See you on the flip side, villain.â Hawks turns on his heel and goes to gather up his bag and the ridiculous ruby red roller skates. Dabi canât help but stare at the heroâs plump ass as he bends over to collect the skates. He quickly gets ahold of himself and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He slowly opens the bathroom door and disappears into the crowded roller rink set.
Hawks takes a minute to gather his things and Âfinally splash some cold water on his face. His body is buzzing and electric, but in a nice way this time. Heâs wearing shoes without wheels. Heâs got his plush, comfy clothes on. His headphones are in place should he need them. âŚAnd then thereâs the fact that he just had the hottest sex of his life with a fucking villain in a neon green roller rink rest room.
After a few minutes of preening at his hair and outfit, he emerges from the bathroom and out into the chaos of the post-photo shoot set. Less time has passed than he realized â the crew is still cleaning up, many of them taking a snack break at the craft services table.
The art directorâs assistant waves to him as he exits the small bathroom.
âHey, Iâve been looking for you everywhere! The costuming department doesnât have your stuff so weâre going to lend â oh! You found your clothes.â She looks relieved. The PA Hawks had sent off earlier in search of his duffle is nowhere to be seen.
âYeah, I guess I just misplaced it in the bathroom while getting ready! Silly me!â Hawks plays off, turning up his beloved hero charm. âBut I wasnât sure where to put these.â He holds up the pair of shiny red skates with one hand. âCan you get them back to wardrobe for me?â
âOh! The art director said you can keep them â theyâre a gift.â The assistant says, smiling warmly.
âOh, thanks.â Hawks glances down at the skates unhappily.
âWeâre done for the day â youâre good to leave! But weâd love for you to stay for the crew after party.â The woman looks up at him through her lashes, blushing as she implores him to stay.
âAw, thanks Iâd really love to â but Iâve got an early morning patrol.â Hawks says apologetically, covering his mouth a bit with his hand as he lies through his teeth. âThanks for everything, though. Really. Excited to see the final photos!â And with that he turns on his heel and boogies his way out of the roller rink. He waves gratefully to the models and crewmembers as he speed walks towards the exit. As he goes, he unzips his bag and tosses the offensive skates inside.
The minute his feet hit the pavement outside, he propels himself high into the air. His wings unfurl and relief flows through him as he takes in the feeling of being free in the wide, endless sky. He breathes in deeply, reveling in the expansive silence. He wings his way towards home, his mind lingering on thoughts of Dabi â his hands, his body, and his mouth.
He ditches his designer bag in a trashcan a few blocks away from his apartment (yes, Dabi did in fact have it bugged with a tiny tracker). He enters his loft apartment carrying nothing but his keys the bright red skates. He discards both in the entryway, tucking in his wings and shedding his clothes as he makes a beeline for his luxurious shower.
Minutes later heâs finally, blissfully, standing beneath a hot stream of water. He closes his eyes and sighs gratefully as he lathers his wings up with expensive oil, and his thoughts wander back to Dabi.
Where is Dabi sleeping tonight? Is it warm enough? Is he taking a nice, long shower after the days events? Has he been fed? Does he have a soft bed and change of clothes waiting for him at the Paranormal Liberation Frontâs headquarters?
These thoughts linger with him as he towels off, chomps away at a TV dinner, and eventually tucks himself into bed. He sprawls out across the king sized mattress, his wings splayed out comfortably behind him as he stares up at the ceiling. For the first time he notices how empty the bed feels with just him in it. Alone with his thoughts, he dares to let his mind wander. He wonders if Dabi would like sharing a bed? Would he find it comfortable to be folded up into the warm plush blankets, maybe with one of Hawksâ wings draped over him like a quilt? Would he pretend to hate the closeness, but allow himself to be cuddled anyway? Would he let Hawks kiss him slow and deep until they fell asleep?
He shuts off his light and stares up into the darkness, wondering. Maybe even wishing a little.
âI bet weâd have good bed chem.â He mutters to himself, a small smile pulling at his lips as his brain supplies Dabiâs likely response â an eye roll accompanied with a gravely âYouâre an idiot.â
Yeah, he really is, isnât he?
Hawks folds away his dreaming, aching heart and wills himself to go to sleep. Thereâs work to be done with the Commission. Plans to be carried out. In a world on the brink of quirk-fueled civil war, thereâs no room for romance with a villain. And so, thereâs no room for Dabi.
His eyes flutter shut and his breathing evens out. He falls into a deep, comfortable sleep. But his dreams are permeated with flashes of a patchwork face, bright aqua eyes, a brilliant toothy smile, and an arrogant laugh.
You canât help the things your heart longs for.
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Hello! Can I request a little fic where the Reader (GN) is with Mereel and they're kind of the opposite of him in personality (quiet, a little more reserved in public, a little more hesitant) and they're worried they won't measure up to him in the long term?
They just think he's so great and charming and charismatic that people seem to trip over themselves just to talk to him (in Legends, he has a reputation among his brothers for being a bit of a ladies' man/flirt), and it makes them wonder if they deserve to be with him.
So, they voice their insecurities to him bc communication is important and he assures them that he only wants them.
Thank you in advance!
Opposites Attract
Summary: Mereel is everything you ever wanted with a partner, but youâre not blind to your differences. And sometimes you canât help but wonder what he sees in you.
Pairing: Mereel Skirata x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1226
Warnings: Reader is self-conscious about their relationship
A/N: This is a good request, I love it. But I also love Mereel! Thanks for making it~
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You donât like parties. Theyâre too loud, and thereâs too many people, and you never know what to say to them. Itâs not like youâre the most interesting person in the world, after all.
And so, every time you come to one of these parties, you find a comfortable place in a corner, near a window, and you read something on your comm or play a game, and you just wait until the party is over.
This has never been your scene.Â
Youâve always been a little more quiet than your peers. More reserved. More hesitant. You wouldnât be surprised if none of your old classmates even remembered your name, let alone your face.
The only reason you come to these parties is because of Mereel. Your boyfriend is an extrovert, not to mention heâs handsome and charismatic. Itâs no surprise to you that people trip over themselves to get to talk to him.
Itâs also no surprise to you that heâs so popular with women at these parties. No doubt more than one of these women are hoping that heâll take them home for the night.Â
There was a time he would, after all.
Though he hasnât done that since he started dating you.
Your gaze lifts from your comm, and the book that youâre reading, and you find Mereel with ease. As you expect, heâs surrounded by women, and men, who seem to be doing their best to win his attention.
You donât blame them.Â
Mereel is gorgeous, after all. He looks especially good in the loose fitting tee-shirt and jeans you bought him.Â
A tiny smile lifts your lips when his gaze meets yours, and he tosses you a grin and a wink, before he continues talking to his adoring audience.Â
You really do love him so much. You love him when heâs being charming, you love him when heâs being goofy, and you love him when heâs being annoying.
But, the more you go to these parties, and the more you see how Mereel interacts with the people around him, and the more you see just how popular Mereel is, you canât help but wonder if maybe he deserves better than you. Or, maybe you donât deserve to be with someone so amazing.
You know that some of his friends here think that youâre not good enough for Mereel. They havenât been shy about making comments to you. Though lately itâs become much more subtle.
Itâs only a matter of time before Mereel starts getting invited to these parties with a note asking him to leave you behind when he comes to these parties.Â
And then what?
Your best guess is that Mereel will realize that you donât fit this lifestyle, and he'll apologize to you as he breaks up with you, and then youâll have to find a new job because watching him hook-up with his flavor of the week would destroy you.
You jump when a light, familiar, hand landson the top of your head. Mereel is standing over you, a worried look on his handsome face, though it quickly turns into a warm smile when you shoot him a bewildered look.
âYou alright, cyare?â
You nod, even more confused, âYes?â
His dark eyes scan your face, looking forâŚwhat, you arenât sure, but after a long 30 seconds his hand moves from the top of your head to cup your cheek, âLetâs get out of here,â Mereel says after a moment, âIâm starving.â
You squint at him suspiciously, âAre you sure? You looked like you were having fun.â
For a moment, he looks like he wants to say something, but instead he just grins and brushes his thumb across your cheekbone, âYeah, cyare. Iâm ready to get out of here.â He offers you his hand, âCome on.â
You watch him for a moment, and then you take his hand and allow him to tug you to your feet. Youâre not going to complain about being able to leave this party early.Â
You hope heâs feeling alright, though. He never wants to leave these things early.
Mereel tugs you out of the house, and into the brisk air of the night, his hand tight around yours. Not so tight that heâs hurting you, but tight enough that you have the feeling that he wants you close.
After several minutes of quiet walking, you bump your shoulder against him, âAre you feeling alright?â You ask, âYou never want to leave those parties early.â
He glances at you, âYeah, Iâm fine.â
You stare at him, doubtfully.
Mereel laughs softly, âReally, cyare. I promise Iâm feeling fine.â
âAlright, if you say so.â
Several minutes later he stops and turns you so that heâs able to take both of your hands in his, âCyare,â Mereel squeezes your hands and then brings them to his lips to kiss your knuckles, âAre you alright?â
âWhy wouldnât I be?â
âYou looked sad at the party,â He explains.
âOh, that.â You shrug, âI was just thinking.â
âWhat about?â
âHow long before your friends start asking you to leave me behind when you go to these parties,â
âThey wouldnât.â You shoot him a look, and Mereel has the grace to look sheepish, âThey might ask but I wouldnât do that.â
You sigh softly, and slowly thread your fingers with his, âMereel,â You hesitate, trying to think of how you want to phrase this, âI know Iâm not like you.â You finally say, âIâm quieter, more reservedâŚâ
âCyare, that doesnât bother me.â
âYou deserve better than me and everyone knows it.â You blurt.
Mereel stares at you for a moment, âNo one thinks that, cyare.â
âYou donât hear how your friends talk about me when you arenât around.â You correct him quietly, âAnd they arenât exactly welcoming to me.â
Heâs quiet for a moment, âWhy didnât you tell me?â
You shrug again, âTheyâre your friends.â
He releases your hands and cups your face, âYouâre more important to me.â Mereel leans in and bumps his forehead against yours, âDo I want to know what they say about you?â
âProbably not.â You admit.
He scans your face again, âOkay. Then we wonât go to those parties anymore.â
You blink at him, surprised, âYou donât have to.â
âI love you.â Mereel counters, his voice serious, âI donât want to spend my time with people who make you feel bad for being you.â He gently tilts your head back so heâs able to brush his lips against yours, âYou are my choice. Always.â
âEven though Iâm not like you?â
âIf I wanted to date someone who was like me, then I wouldnât have asked you out on a date. And I wouldnât have moved in with you.â Mereel counters, very logically.
âYour logic is illegal when Iâm feeling self-conscious.â
Mereel laughs and kisses you again, and then again, âAlright. If my logic is illegal, how about we go home and I show you just how much I love you.â
âI thought you were hungry?â
His grin widens, âStarved.â
Your face heats as you note the way heâs looking at you, âWell, I guess we should head home then.â You reply.
And Mereel laughs before he catches your lips again. Youâre not worried about your place in his life anymoreâŚthough you might be a little worried about what heâs going to do to his former friends.
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Wicked (part 1) was a solid adaptation
Saw Wicked last night. Only seen the musical once and for a movie longer than both halves of the original combined, the extra added minutes arenât wasted. I can't exactly praise a movie for storytelling when its legwork was done near beat-for-beat already in the musical, and in the original book, but if you haven't or won't see anything except this film: Yes, it has a very good story.
But I want to talk about what I think is the best example of a âmaybe they werenât so terrible after allâ villain redemption retcon, of which Elphaba is kind of the poster child of this whole trend. Why she works, and why something like Cruella did not. Not specific to this version at all.
Quick synopsis: Wicked is an alternate telling of the events before The Wizard of Oz, the backstory of the Good Witch Glinda and the Wicked Witch of The West. It is not the story of how good triumphed over evil, how Elphaba devolved or perhaps was always mean and nasty and underdog Glinda saved the day.
Instead, itâs a deeply political (and whoo boy is it relevant today) smear campaign against the disenfranchised and the minority population of Ozâthe talking animals. Elphaba is the underdog, an up-and-coming bright-eyed sorceress taken under the wing of her magic schoolâs legendary professor, with hopes to one day meet the Great Wizard of Oz. There she meets mean-girl Galinda and for about half a classic mean-girl storyline, the two are enemies. Galinda makes amends, the two become friends, and they go together to Oz to meet the WizardâŚ
Who is an even worse man behind the curtain than in the â39 movie, a charlatan and a fraud, who, when Elphaba refuses to let him abuse her magic to scapegoat the talking animal community, launches said smear campaign, turning Elphaba into a pariah. Galinda (now Glinda) stays behind as the events of Wizard of Oz play out, using her socio-political savviness to help Elphaba where she can. Oh, and the melting? Well, the Wizard isnât the only master of illusions.
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The ingredients are all there for a ridiculously base âgirl bossâ plot about this OP Mary Sue who just will not get taken seriously by the ugh âmenâ around her (and this is absolutely a feminist storyline screaming high notes from the rooftops) until she shows them all theyâre idiots and fools and sheâs amazing. The bullying classmates, Glindaâs narcissism, Elphabaâs unprecedented raw power with magic.
Except it has the one thing so many recent âgirl bossâ movies donât: You like Elphaba and sheâs not perfect, and, you like Glinda (eventually). Sheâs not arrogant and flawless. Sheâs introverted and can come off as rude and unfriendly but she just lacks foundational relationships to help her socialize, and in the face of the shallow dipshits at her school, she has every reason to be rude and unfriendly.
Glinda, too, is naĂŻve, but not cruel, save for one moment where she immediately owns up to it once she realizes how badly she screwed up, risking the thing she cares about mostâher reputation and popularity and likabilityâto help a girl who selflessly gave her the other thing she cares about most: The chance to also become a sorceress.
But most importantly: Elphaba is a victim, not the architect of so much of this story. Mary Sues do everything right without any effort, they donât struggle, they donât overcome any fears or prejudice or limitations. Elphaba isnât the one loudly and proudly demanding an audience with the Wizard. She isnât going around praising herself and her abilities. She has a lot of power, but never learned how to use it, and she doesnât luck into her story, sheâs explicitly, strategically manipulated into her role.
She'd be more of a Mary Sue if the Wizard's offer was genuine and he was actually a good person, then she really would have lucked her way into fortune by virtue of being inexplicably adept at magic. But she's not, and he's not.
The story manages to build her up without dragging everyone else down. Nor does she "turn evil" because the Wizard doesn't respect her for being green, or a woman, he doesn't give a shit, he just wants what she can do for him. She "turns evil" because they have deeply different philosophies and he's standing in her way and she has no other choice but to flee and become a fugitive. She chooses this, the Wizard doesn't kick her out.
But even before that, Elphaba does become popular, her shallow classmates do start to like her (disproving any notion about how the world will hate her no matter what she does, so fuck âem), Glinda does actually have a heart and she is smart, just in a very different school of thought from Elphaba. The influence of the Wizard is just so strong that of course theyâre going to believe his lies.
Itâs not a story about how âthis villain was actually the victim of a Tragic Backstory and you should feel bad for them because itâs even sadder than the heroâsâ itâs âthis villain was actually the victim of a smear campaign, and the heroes are still heroes, but hereâs the other side of who they were fightingâ.
But it also works because of the story that it is. Ignoring the actual Oz books (and there are many of them): Precedent already exists in the â39 movieâthe Wizard is already revealed to be a charlatan. Wicked doesnât rip up the old script, tell you youâre wrong, and then plop in a whole new story that fucks the continuity. Nor does it ask you to change your mind about a villain who doesnât really deserve redemption in the first place, like, say, one who skins puppies to wear their fur. Instead, it digs into the fissures that were already there and pulls up the rocks to reveal whatâs underneath.
And, Elphaba knows sheâs going to be seen as a villain, but sheâs not happily engaging in âvillainyâ. Sheâs doing what she thinks is right, something the audience should agree with, and is choosing to become a pariah to get her way. She never becomes a âvillainâ, just the antagonist to the heroâs journey, and I donât remember the â39 movie perfectly, but âthis little rat from another world dropped a house on my sister and is on her way to kill me, tooâ would make one justifiably upset.
But overall, itâs just a story with layers and nuance thatâs sorely missing in its contemporaries, and, like I said, deeply political without strawmanning either side (wellllllllll...). And, it respects the source material.
I also donât remember the first Maleficent that well, but I think that also did a good job? Back when the live-action remakes werenât all hot garbage.
So. Yeah. You want to write a powerful female character very explicitly being a feminist icon (and the consequences that come with it)? Elphaba is the perfect example.
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i was told once that sometimes i have trouble fittin in with other fancontent makers because im seen as a âthreatâ (whatever that means) but trust me when i say i am not here to compete with yall. Zero interest in fact. i dont think fandom is meant to be a game of who can be the âbestâ fan and im here to just yknow. contribute to a community :]
If it seems like Im loud and sometimes pushy about people seein my stuff its because im passionate about and proud of a with what ive made and i want to share with the other people who are also enjoyers of that thing!!
#delete later prob#i get like the. Ok weâre all tryna get work and stuff but theres a point where its like. why does there need to be a one person who#is *the* griian artist. or *the* artist for insert ship here#the only thing im competetive about is like streamin stuff/bein a mcyt but thats like unrelated#not to sound like an old man but#like i remember when fandom was all about like âwe all like this thing and as long as we can be civil about it/not do harmful shit with itâ#and not ok everyone is my competition and i need to be the best of the fans the favorite of the cc or i will die#idk it just. it just bothers me because#i feel like its hard to make friends in fandom nowadays when its all about#how many notes you get how popular you are#because then the automatic assumption is âoh youâre just tryna use me for viewsâ WHEN NO I JUST LIKE THE SAME OLD MAN YAOI YOU DO#salt tag#but yeah just. havin thoughts rn#ramblings from the heartsgone#lafakiwi talks
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can i just say. and this is probably a niche hill to die on. that i am so gobsmacked every time someone vaguely hints at the idea that jotaro doesn't care meaningfully for the other crusaders, usually particularly kakyoin and joseph, when those two actually tend to be the ones he reacts to being hurt the hardest
like he cares for his loved ones!!!! that literally plays into his character motives in every single part he shows up in!!! stop lying to me!!!!!!!
#me.txt#jjba#i'm going to ramble in tags actually. excuse me#ok. rereading sdc and so confused at the general perception of jotaro and his friends/family. he's not NEARLY as flat or as dickish#i understand that the anime (particularly the dub) tends to slander him but even then he still clearly cares for them! i'm confused#i also understand that a lot of people dig against jotaro and kakyoin as a dynamic because 'they're popular' and that generally disliking#popular things across media is a thing that i've seen consistently everywhere but the discredit to them simply as a DUO and not even as a#pairing is so..... odd..... like they're considered to be a duo that clicks for a reason. i enjoyed them even before i got into the fandom#every time i see someone say jotaro is overrated/dull i take a shot and assume they're an anime-only or only read the manga like once btw#joseph and jotaro also have a neat dynamic and they obviously both love and care for each other. like they're not going to go around loudly#or anything but literally the entirety of the lovers and the prelude to the dio fight IS jotaro being worked up over joseph getting hurt#equally i don't know if it translates to the anime as much but joseph is VERY complimentary when it comes to jotaro. like he sings his#praises so often and reminds everyone that he's his grandson so frequently (d'arby the gamer is a good example of this). either way it's so#peculiar....... there's not enough avdol and jotaro content btw (also in canon) because jotaro obviously looks up to him and avdol jokes#around with him on the occasion they interact after their intro which doesn't start very well. it's very cute#i do think an important thing to note about jotaro's character is how he acts AFTER his intro because he's so drastically different. early#jotaro and later jotaro aren't the same character and i do not mean this in a character development way. excluding the jail incident he's#completely different and probably shouldn't really be taken into account (especially considering the amount of slapstick in araki's intros)#and i think that's really???? what people center on for his character? Which sucks balls bad!#anyways. i could ramble more about this if asked i have so much to say but sigh. jotaro cares so much for his friends and family he's not a#flat fully cold asshole character regardless of whether you watch the anime or ova or read the manga. you just have poor media literacy#i wouldn't recommend watching solely the anime for his character though. the dub also changes a lot so it's... questionable#i love the anime and it's still important for him though. also adds neat stuff. i need to stop myself. i have many thoughts on the matter#jotaro kujo#joseph joestar#noriaki kakyoin#adding in case anyone sees: i am not saying that he is perfect about this. in fact he is very ass about it with jolyne and holly and that's#very important. he also is in fact an asshole sometimes. NOT as much as you guys are making him though!#please don't get me started on how much of a dick etc people make kakyoin to veer away from the 'woobified' characterizations of him#in fact i think that's bad if not worse because it CLAIMS to be in character. hes a prim asshole at times but not that angry or dishevelled
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#danny phantom#nicolai technus#technus#sam manson#dp poll#joke poll#attack of the killer garage sale#i love you wizard of integrated circuitry#his first episode was probably the best opener for technus as a character#it also had the first time danny tries to ditch his friends for the popular crowd#so it's a nice lesson in true friends before it's taught idk how many times again after this#also sam's role in this specific interaction was so funny#jazz and sam should share notes on ghost psychology she nailed technus' whole schtick so fast#a weak tucker episode but that's fine. he spends it learning sam's rich without danny so it's not like he's forgotten either#a shame we don't get anything after this for danny's first reaction to her being rich#but ah well#sorry for rambling in the tags lol
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Chansey replacement
#531#audino#pokemon from memory#Itâs really incredible how devoted they were in this gen to just âreplaceâ a bunch of preexisting pkmn#In the interview they were talking abt how they needed someone new to stand with nurse joy#so audino fills that role#And I get it you want the focus of a new gen to be the new gen#But you donât have to nerf everyone who came before too#And side note I wish (like many other fans Iâm sure) that past gen pkmn got featured more in newer media#Other than their posterchildren (cough cough charizard cough)#and Iâm spoiled bc my faves are mostly popular but even so#They donât necessarily appear in new games#Or get official media rep in 5+ years#And you miss them#Especially when itâs in favor of the SAME older pkmn#<- charizard makes me angy
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My most interacted with fics:
Cocky Bastard Vibes (Zhongli)
Tipsy Tales (Anemo boys)
Why He Rejected You (pt 1)
Telling Them Off (Ayato, Venti, Xiao)
A Sight to Behold (Yae Miko)
Obvious (Neuvillette)
Simple (Alhaitham)
What Destiny Has Brought (Fischl)
Why He Rejected You (pt 2)
Blasphemous Assumptions (Zhongli)
#personal#cocky bastard vibes is the least surprising thing on this list. it's the fic that convinced me to turn off my notifications haha#if you're a fan of this fic tho you can expect the spiritual sequel to be getting posted as the next chapter in the bookkeeping!series#tipsy tales is also not surprising. tumblr really likes low effort posts like those#i'd really love to expand on xiao and the traveler's one someday#why he rejected you (pt 1) shocked me when i first posted it because i expected people to hate it haha#i posted it to make a point because i was feeling petty at some of the character portrayal i was seeing#another reason i was shocked is bc pt 2 has all the popular characters but did worse than pt 1#i thought itd be reversed#telling them off is really shocking tho bc other than the ayato fic the other two fics SUCK HAHA#venti's is barely anything and xiao's portrayal is SO BAD. 'secret identities' is a way better portrayal of him#a sight to behold is also shocking because the genshin fandom on tumblr only like men#this fic is my most self-indulgent of them all because i am a SIMP. i really like the sequel to this fic tho#for 'obvious' every time i read that fic i'm surprised at how decent the ending is bc i fully admit i rushed it#but it's a typical romance (atypical for me) so it's not surprising it's on here#'SIMPLE' PISSES ME OFF. THAT FIC DOES NOT DESERVE THAT MANY NOTES. made me so mad đĄ#'what destiny has brought' tho... that's the most shocking. like don't get me wrong it's a good fic but.... FISCHL??????#fun fact i literally cannot stand fischl. she's so irritating. i wrote that fic bc i couldn't stand the ending to her summer fantasia event#'she truly became fischl' BUT SHE'S LITERALLY NOT FISCHL??? she's living a lie???#she pretends to be someone else because she hates herself so much. instead of encouraging her delusions shouldnt we like???#give her some self-esteem and show her amy is worthy of love?#BUT THAT'S JUST ME#anyway 'blasphemous assumptions' is not surprising. it's not my favorite but it's definitely of the funnier in the bookkeeping series#out of all these fics 'what destiny has brought' and 'obvious' are my recommendations#one day i wanna do my lowest ranking fics because those are my favorite
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you know i don't use amazon but something i often think about. several years ago my mom ordered me some books for my birthday on amazon and one of them i asked for was the oxford world's classics edition of the rover and other plays by aphra behn edited and with an introduction by jane spencer. it was supposedly new but when it got to me, the cover (paperback) was folded at an angle and the edges of the pages were dirty like they were left somewhere contaminated. and you see i don't mind like a not-pristine book at all; most of my books are used. but what the fuck was that.
#that's still the edition i read out of and everything but wtf#i get that it is not a popular book at all#it probably has been sitting in the warehouse for a very long time#how is amazon treating their rare-selling inventory? that things get neglected like that?#i suppose it's a bit of a bummer bc it's damaged and i could've had a nice new one#but i never made a fuss or anything#tales from diana#fun fact it is listed as the 593456th best-selling book on amazon#act fast!!!!! grab a copy now!!!!!!!#no but you really should grab a copy. aphra behn's works are so under-recognized for how influential they were#and they're just funny fucking plays. the feigned courtesans? bruh#its the 880219th best-selling book according to barnes and noble's website#their awful 30-dollar gilded leather paperweight of the complete works of shakespeare (w no notes and unreadably small text)#is 2429th in sales. when it deserves to be negative a millionth#srsly the existence of that book pisses me off since it CANNOT be a good way to be introduced to his works#if anything it must be so frustrating. if u are someone or theres someone in your life curious abt shakespeare buy any other edition#it's not hard to find the arden or the oxford or the riverside shakespeare etc. for less than $30 secondhand online#or buy the plays individually or rent them from a library if you're just getting your feet wet/don't want a big unwieldy tome#literally that gigantic copy-paste w no new or useful supplementary material they've been selling for years. i cant imagine#how many ppl have bought it and tried to read through it and been so discouraged. makes me sad honestly#and frankly. on top of it. their design is just so ugly#there's no thought in it at all it's just a fancy pattern w a first folio engraving smacked onto the center. yawn#my riverside shakespeare 1973 is in really rough physical condition but the vestiges of its beautiful design remain#and that's that on that#also if there's anyone in your life who is interested in shakespeare please also turn them onto aphra behn. pls and thank you
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okay yes technically the 'no' answer on the poll has the most votes, but if you add up all the options as intended, the zelda fans are winning by 72.5% (so far)
honestly I am THRILLED that this zelda fans have popped up already, even if they've only played some of the games. you guys know where it's at
#random stuff#note that the poll doesn't intend to assume that every zelda fan likes botw or has played it#but botw is also somewhat popular among people who played it as their first zelda or don't play a lot of games#and they incidentally didn't play any others so it's their only impression of the series#you get what I mean#it's more like 'hey how old of a fan are you how many games do you know about'
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Who do I feel as though genderbent mello would get girboss treatment
See, I go back and forth on this, because my instinctive reaction is that you are absolutely right. There's the whole implied Catholicism thing (people love to use that as an aesthetic, which, fair, I used to be Catholic we have some banger art and designs), there's the leather and Fashion Choicesâ˘, there's the "is a criminal who kills people but isn't The Worst One Here" and there's the "main target of their ire is an unpopular character" all of which are prime traits for fandom girlboss-ification.
The conflict I find myself having, though, is that this character is. Angry. That's kind of his Thingâ˘. And if he were a woman........people really don't like angry women. Especially if they act out about it. If they're lucky, all that happens is they get called "crazy" or "hysterical." But most of the time they get called [insert gendered insult or death threat here]. (Remember when I got harassed multiple times irl for simply dressing up as a fictional character at a con, good times.) A female version of this character would have "conventionally attractive thin young person" to her advantage, and people are kinder to female characters if they fit into that category than if they don't. And, again, a major source of this character's anger involves their misplaced disdain for a character the fandom at large (sadly, incorrectly) does not have a ton of love for. And those things might be enough to override the general fandom distaste for destructive anger in female characters.
I'm going to go into this further in my "almost-genderbent DN" post (which is. it's coming. I just. chronic illness. words.), but I guess it would depend on how unhinged (and, specifically in what ways she is unhinged) the story makes this genderbent version of her. Some types of "unhinged" are seen as delightful or even narratively palatable, and some aren't. Because there is a general-fandom threshold between, "The crimes make her coolâ˘" and "The crimes make her the devil incarnate" and I'm trying to fully parse out where exactly that threshold is. And once I have a more concrete idea of it, all of you will be the first to know. :)
(Another factor in whether or not she gets Girlbossed⢠is probably to what extent (if any) genderbending her changes her relationship with Matt. Because they're a pretty popular ship, and if a character choice makes a ship more or less appealing in the eyes of the fandom...historically, that's going to change the general perception of that character.)
#I want to make it clear that I do NOT agree with girlboss-ifying this character (I don't agree with girlboss-ifying. anyone really.)#(I think a lot of times when people do that they sand off the edges of what makes these female characters the most compelling)#I enjoy this character a lot. I even relate to this character in many respects. (not that you have to relate to a character to enjoy them)#this is purely a speculation about general fandom reaction#I think the threshold I mentioned involves an intersection of age/conventional attractiveness/how 'pretty' their emotional responses are/#how their crimes directly affect other popular characters/whether an existing fandom-wide attraction to them already exists/whether#certain other '''virtues''' are present within said character and...probably a lot of other things#*something something disgust response and assigning moral value to that response even though these people aren't real*#multi t(ASK)ing#you're telling me a god of death made this note?#(yes I'm still too scared to put my manga/show thoughts in the actual tags)#mel screams about fictional ladies again#oh I also forgot about how people hate kiyomi and I think a female version of this character would end up with a VERY different ending#to that specific conflict (that would probably boost the whole 'girlboss' thing) but I WILL get into that on the Larger More Specific Post
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since sess isnt going to participate in valentineâs day, i will touch on the yĹkai equivalent : mating rituals! instead of gifting prospective partners chocolates, or flowers for a yĹkai they take a more . . . practical approach. at least, in part.  matches are only made possible by the pursuer proving their worth in strength first and foremost, and ability to provide. emotions are not typically present in yĹkai partners -- at least, not always / initially. but even still, someone like sesshĹmaru would still desire to prove his capabilities as a strong partner by presenting his intended with gifts he hunted. strong beasts, other yĹkai, their enemies or perhaps other suitors, to show how unworthy they were. that is typically how it begins; and then, depending on the yĹkai, the gifts may be more personal. handmade kimonos or garments that hold a personal touch ( in seshĹmaruâs case, perhaps colors of his crest / house; or colors / patterns he knows they prefer and that look good on them ); weapons crafted for their use and protection; possibly small trinkets or jewelry that the one he is courting likes, not but in excess. even he, as yĹkai noble, prefers not to have much in the way of jewelry, in part due to personal taste and to be practical, given that he spends much time being engaged in battle. these are all traits of showing strength, dedication, a willingness ( and ability ) to provide for various needs; not only the base ones, like protection and food, but also that he knows their preferences, has watched them with a keen eye, and listened with a keen ear, and tailored his courting style and gifts to compliment them and their interests / desires, while keeping true to his own traditions and desires.
#CHARACTER NOTES.#yokai culture 101.#contrary to popular belief :#while power is definitely Important he's come to realize power comes in#many forms.#and also that he does want an actual Partner#one he can trust ; but also ( and you didnt hear this from me ) adore.#GETTING THERE takes time ofc but#he can be a grumpy dog but he does have a heart#even if he denies it#and once he thought such things were beneath him ;#but he can see the value in having a strong emotional bond with someone now.#and how fulfilling it can be.#not that he will advertise such of course lol#and courting styles vary#yokai with more huamnoid traits would gift things other than blood and gore#while those in more primitive forms wouldnt ect
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I wrote out like two quite long posts. Anyway it boils down to:
If you post something online, especially a subjective opinion, you are opening yourself up to be disagreed with. This is to be expected. You are not alone on the internet and it is not reasonable to act like you are receiving hate and/or are "being cancelled" simply because people are disagreeing with you. If you think your opinion is entitled to stay entirely unopposed you probably shouldn't post it.
#this is about something that happened to me like 3 years ago on tumblr and i just randomly thought about it and was annoyed#it was about some like mid twenties woman that was arguing about how great tiktok is and how most of the people that disliked it only did#so bc it was popular to do so. kinda like what happened with justin Bieber when he was a kid.#and my response was something along the lines of 'that might be true but there are a lot of things to dislike about tiktok as a company and#how the app is being used as a radicalisation tool and how it's algorithm promotes that bc that is what keeps people on the app etcetc'#and she went Off on me how i was clearly misinterpreting her points and how i talked down to her and how entitled i was#bc i wanted to farm notes by stating popular opinions and how tt haters were so annoying bc so many other people had also disagreed#and i should have just gone through the notes and reblogged one of those argumentstions instead of writing my own#and like??? girly why can you say what you think but i can't even agree with you to some extent but then point out flaws of an app not even#your opinion! anyway. i saw her response in my activity tab and apparently she blocked me but the @ still showed up for me so I actually#had to open her rant in an incognito tab so I could really get the whole 'yeah that IS the worst faith interpretation of anything i have#ever said'#well whatever. it just randomly popped baxk into my head and i was annoyed about the me yes but You?! no attitude
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do you ever get one too many annoying comments in the notes of one of your posts and have to white-knuckle yourself out of getting in a fight with strangers online who have misunderstood your original intention
#my post about autism keeps on getting people hung up on the gendered aspect of what devon price was discussing#which i dont think is necessarily just women but the quote in question was directly discussing a specific medical survey#and the article itself is all about how marginalised identities intersect with being autistic#so its frustrating to get people saying oh well this can apply to all genders which is completely reductive and ignores the point entirely#but i think it does generally apply to those of marginalised genders ie women and trans people#also so many people have just assumed im not trans and have no skin in the game which like fine ig you dont know me#but its aggravating beyond belief#its fine im fine im never making a popular post again#robin talks#more like rant lol the notes got away from me here
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