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rival fashion designer!minghao
â synopsis: where minghao flexes his fashion awards whenever your brand competes against him during fashion week. â WC: 3k â WARNINGS: explicit language, smut, reader uses a transparent clothing (just like rihanna in oscar x swarovski), oral (f. receiving) ENORMOUS DICK!MINGHAO, slight face slap, mentions of choking on a cock, penetrative sexâor trying to.
look, you werenât trying to start beef with minghao. you donât even know why the dude hates you so much. okay, maybe you said one thing about his fall line looking like it got snatched off the clearance rack at an IKEA. but that was a year ago. and also? you were drunk and kinda bitter âcause your show got bumped for his stupid avant-garde puff-sleeve renaissance clowncore shit.
but now, every fashion week is like a personal vendetta for him to humble you. youâll be vibinâ, sipping your overpriced latte in the designer lounge, and this man will just stroll in, decked out in some vintage runway piece that costs more than your annual budget, flashing that âi won best emerging designer againâ smirk like itâs a fucking weapon. and then heâll throw some casual shit like:
âoh, y/n, is that your collection over there? i thought they were setting up for the kidâs line showcase.â
[...]
so this year, you swore you wouldnât let him get in your head. youâd play it cool, professional, unbothered. except you walk into your studio late one night, the day before your big runway debut, and this man is just there. sitting on your worktable. wearing a pearl-studded harness and leather pants so tight it should be a crime.
you freeze, halfway through the door, holding the iced coffee you begged your intern to grab five minutes before starbucks closed. âwhat the fuck are you doing here?â
minghao barely glances up from his phone. âyour assistant let me in.â
traitor.
âwhy?â you slam the coffee on the counter, praying your voice doesnât shake. the audacity of him just existing in your space is enough to make your blood boil.
he stands, slow as hell, like heâs got all the time in the world. heâs tallâannoyingly tallâso when he steps close, youâre immediately at a disadvantage. but you refuse to back down.
âjust wanted to check out the competition,â he says, eyes flicking lazily over the chaos of fabric swatches and half-finished sketches strewn across the room. âcute line. very... simple.â
âfuck you, hao,â you snap, crossing your arms. âitâs called âminimalism.â not that youâd know anything about taste.â
he laughs, soft and low, the kind of sound that creeps under your skin and lingers there. âoh, i have plenty of taste. i just donât need to keep it basic to get attention.â
and hereâs the thing: you hate how much he gets to you. heâs a smug asshole with an overinflated ego, but heâs also stupidly talented, and you canât ignore the fact that his lines always sell out in under a day. or how his press coverage makes yours look like a local craft fair feature.
but what really gets you is how hot he looks right now, with his ridiculous cheekbones and the glint of that tiny silver chain peeking out from under his collar. itâs disgusting. you hate it.
youâre about to throw a cutting remark his way, something about how heâs overcompensating with all that jewelry, but he beats you to it.
âyou know,â he murmurs, stepping even closer, âyouâd look good in my designs.â
your brain short-circuits. âexcuse me?â
âif you ever want to elevate your style...â he trails off, dragging his gaze down the length of your body like itâs a runway.
âyou are so full of shit,â you hiss, but thereâs no heat behind it, because your stupid traitorous brain is suddenly imagining what itâd feel like to have his hands on you.
he smirks, all teeth and danger, leaning in so close you can smell his expensive cologne. âmaybe. but youâre thinking about it now, arenât you?â
you donât answer.
[...]
the next morning, youâre running on zero sleep, fueled by pure spite and caffeine, but your runway show? flawless. models everywhere, hair spray choking the air, seamstresses practically sewing on skin âcause the deadlines were that tight. and you were doing a thousand fucking things at once.
fixing a hemline here, shouting at a makeup artist thereââno, not clean girl aesthetic, weâre going full grunge today, wake up!ââall while struggling to get yourself into the swarovskied transparent gown you planned to wear for the night.
no bra, because tits were the least controversial thing in fashion. and the way the crystals draped over your skin looking likew pure art. nipples out and proud, paired with modern curls swirled to perfection and makeup that screamed chaos-but-make-it-glam.
by the time your collection hit the runway, your nerves were shredded. but watching the models strut, each piece shining under the lights... fucking worth it.
and then, the finale: your dress sweeping dramatically across the stage as you closed the parade. you bowed to the crowd, letting the cameras and whispers soak in every inch of you, and as you turned to leave, you felt it.
minghaoâs sharp eyes.
you caught his eyes just as they traveled the length of youâfrom the swirl of your hair, to the unapologetic sharpness of your nipples under the crystals, to the shimmer of your dress, down to the towering heels on your feet.
you just smirked to yourself as you headed backstage, knowing full well your collection didnât just crawl under his skin this time. it slithered under his flesh, wrapped tight around his ribs, and squeezed.
[...]
minghaoâs models stormed the runway like it was their goddamn birthright. and of course, you watched. no designer worth their silk ignored the competition, and minghao wasnât just competition, he was a walking masterclass in making everyone feel like second place.
he closed his show with his usual flare, stepping out like he already knew the applause was his. fast-forward two designers later, and the nominations for the fashion academy awards started rolling in. you didnât have to look to know minghao had already claimed half the early awards.
you watched him backstage through narrowed eyes as he balanced four trophiesâtwo tucked in his arms, two in his handsâposing for a picture with that smug-ass smile. you knew that pic was already blowing up on his Instagram. your jaw clenched, nails digging into your palm as the last nominations were announced.
and then, plot twist of the year:
your name came up five times.
designer of the year: you.
new vision in fashion: you.
collection of the year: your brand.
runway innovation: your brand.
showstopper of the year: your brand.
walking out with those five heavy-ass awards in your arms? victory tasted better than champagne. your models and team practically swarmed you, hyping you up âcause they knew how much blood, sweat, and tears went into this collection.
but what you really wanted... minghao. definitely minghao. minghao, in your line of sight. because after all the times he flaunted his wins like a smug bastard, you wanted him to feel this.
and lucky for you, fate delivered.
you spotted him in the back hallway, leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. clearly, he hadnât heard the last nominees. his head snapped up when your heels echoed through the space.
âoh, hey, hao,â you called out, voice sweet as honey but sharp as glass. you stopped just short of him, shifting the five trophies in your arms so they pressed against your chest. the weight of them pushed your tits up just enough to catch his eyes.
âlooks like Iâve got... a plus one on you this year.â you smirked, shaking the awards a little for good measure, the motion making the crystals on your dress catch the dim hallway light.
his eyes flicked downâbrief, subtle, but not subtle enoughâand then back up, his expression neutral, but you could feel the shift in his ego.
âcongrats,â he said, the word clipped like it physically hurt him.
âthanks, babe,â you purred, turning on your heel with a sway of your hips. âsee you next season. maybe.â
and with that, you left, letting the click of your heels carry the weight of your victory.
[...]
days later, you were lounging in minghaoâs big leather chair, legs crossed up on his table, showing the expensive ass high heels you always wore. his assistant had let you in with barely a question, and you werenât one to waste an opportunity.
when he finally walked in, his eyes narrowed immediately. âwhat the hell are you doing here?â
ârelax,â you drawled, leaning back like his office was a spa. âyour assistant said I could wait. guess they like me more than you.â
he folded his arms, leaning against the doorframe. âdidnât think youâd show your face here after the other night. thought youâd be busy polishing all those trophies.â
you grinned, slow and smug. âoh, i polished them. just thought iâd stop by to see how youâre doing. must be hard, you knowâlosing.â
his jaw tightened, but he didnât rise to the bait. instead, he stepped closer, looming over you. âyou done?â
ânot even close,â you said, standing up to match his energy. you stopped just shy of his chest, tipping your chin up. âbut donât worry, hao. iâll let you borrow a trophy sometime if you really need the validation.â you patted his shoulder.
he scoffed, his lips curling into something between a smirk and a sneer. âyou know, i like your attitude.â
you raised an eyebrow. âyeah? you must, considering how much you stalk me every season.â
âmaybe thatâs why we should work together.â
you laughed, loud and sharp, tossing your head back. âoh, thatâs rich. you? work with me? what, so you can take credit for my ideas and call it a âcollaborationâ?â
he tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. âiâm serious. weâd be unstoppable.â
for a second, you almost believed him. âunstoppable, huh? what makes you think iâd even want to work with you?â
âbecause you like the challenge... admit it. you love it when i push you.â
âyouâre intolerable.â
âand yet,â he murmured, stepping so close you could feel the heat radiating off him, âyou havenât left yet.â
your laugh came out breathy this time, your pulse quickening as his hand grazed the curve of your hip. âyou think Iâm staying here for you? please. your assistant let me in, remember?â
âsure,â he said. his thumb traced slow circles against your side, almost lazy. âbut youâre still here.â
you were about to snap back with something cutting, something to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, but then he tilted your chin up with two fingers, his gaze locked on yours like a predator sizing up prey.
âstop thinking,â he whispered, leaning in just enough for your lips to almost touch. âyou might actually enjoy yourself.â
his lips were soft and plump, moving against yours so fucking good that felt unfair. his hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him, and you couldnât help the soft moan that escaped.
your hands found his chest, the fabric of his shirt warm under your fingertips as you pushed him slightly, breaking the kiss with a smirk. âyouâre bold, iâll give you that.â
âyouâre still thinking,â he teased, catching your bottom lip between his teeth before pulling back.
your hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping just enough to feel the flex of his muscles. you threatened to sit on his table.
his eyes widened slighty, his hands immediately grabbing your ass to lift you up, making you yelp. âdonât!â
âwhat? scared iâll break it?â you teased, wrapping your legs around his waist.
he places the needles that were spread lazily on the table, inside of a box. he turned, his grip firm as he carried you a few steps and sat you on a nearby armchair.
âthere were needles on that table, genius,â he scolded, his tone sulky but his fingers tracing slow lines along your thighs. âyouâd be bleeding before I even got started.â
âaww,â you cooed, dragging your nails down his neck. âyou worried about me, hao?â
âno,â he muttered, kneeling, dipping his head to kiss along your jawline, his teeth grazing just enough to make you arch towards him. âjust donât want to ruin my night with a trip to the hospital.â
your laugh turned into a soft moan as his lips found the spot just below your ear. âguess youâre not as heartless as you act.â
he pulled back slightly, his smirk sharper than ever. âyou talk too much.â
you pulled him in for another kiss, your tongues colliding this time. when you tried to take control, tilting your head for a deeper angle, he pulled back just enough to make you chase him.
minghaoâs hands were firm on your thighs, his thumbs brushing against your skin like he wasnât about to wreck you in the middle of his office. his eyes dragged down, lingering on the way your skirt was pushed up, the space between your legs bare and unapologetic.
he clicked his tongue, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. âno panties, huh?â he said. âcame here like this?â
âwhat can I say?â you shot back, shifting slightly so his hands pressed harder against your skin. âi had a feeling youâd end up on your knees.â
his smirk deepened, his fingers tightening slightly as he leaned in, close enough for you to feel his breath. he pressed your legs further onto the armrests, spreading you wider, his hands splayed like he wanted to leave imprints.
his tongue flicked out, close enough to make you tenseâbut he didnât touch you. instead, he pulled back, his eyes locking with yours as a smirk tugged at his lips.
he leaned in again, his tongue brushing so close you could feel the warmth from his breath, but once again, he pulled back just as you tilted your hips forward.
âhao..â you warned.
âwhat?â he teased, his lips hovering over your folds.
your hands gripped the armrests as you glared down at him. âif you donât stop playing, i swearââ
he cut you off with a broad, strong lick, dragging his tongue from your entrance, through your folds, and up to your clit in one unbroken suck. your head fell back as a gasp tore from your lips.
âthat shut you up,â he muttered, his voice muffled as he dipped lower, his tongue swirling around your entrance before moving back up. âneedy much?â
âshut up and do it again,â you shot back, your voice sharper than the way your thighs trembled under his grip.
and he did the same. your clit throbbing at the rough skin of his tongue, making you melt on his armchair, he smiled at the sight, he knew how a good head felt after months dealing with needles and sparkly cloths.
his lips latched onto your folds, sucking them into his mouth before he pulls back just slightly, his tongue flicking against your clit in quick, teasing strokes. you let out a pornographic moan, before your clap a hand on your mouth, remembering the team outside the office. he chuckled darkly, his hands tightening on your thighs to hold you still. his lips wrapping around your clit again. this time, he sucked it fully into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it as his eyes flicked up to yours.
âyouâre so good at this, hmmâfuuuck!â you said, your nails drowning in the leather of the armchair. âyou mustâve practiced on a lot of other girls, huh?â
his eyes narrowed slightly, and his teeth grazed your clit just enough to make you wwhimper. âjealous?â he asked, his voice smug, though he didnât stop the relentless motion of his tongue.
âplease,â you shot back, though the way your breath hitched betrayed you as he did a zig-zag on your bud with the tip of his otngue. âyouâre better when youâre silent.â
he smirked against you, his lips curving as he pulled back just enough to speak. âthen shut me up.â
your fingers tangled in minghaoâs hair, tugging him closer, harder, until his face was buried against your pussy. his groan vibrated through you, desperate, and his hands clamped down on your thighs to steady himself as you rolled your hips against his mouth.
âthatâs it... mhmm, just like that...â
he obeyed, his head bobbing as his tongue slid against you in broad, wet strokes, his lips sealing around your clit every few seconds to suck, deep and rhythmic. the wet, obscene sounds filled the room, and your nails scraped lightly against his scalp as you held him there, guiding him exactly how you wanted.
the heat in your core coiled tighter, and you barely had time to register your orgasm hit.
your back arched, your mouth falling open as moans spilled out shamelessly. your hips rolled against his face as you came, and minghao didnât stopânot for a second. he worked you through it, sucking and licking as though he felt your climax before you did.
he only pulled back when you began to squirm, your breath coming in sharp gasps as overstimulation took hold. his lips and chin were slick as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes glinting as he looked up at you.
âhad fun?â he asked, sarcastically.
you gave a breathless laugh, your chest heaving as you leaned back in the chair. âyou talk too much for someone who just spent five minutes swallowing my pussy.â
his smirk widened, and he stood, his hands braced on the armrests as he leaned down, his face inches from yours. âand you talk too much for someone whoâs about to beg me to fuck her.â
your gaze flicked to his lips, and then lowerâto the bulge straining against his pants. âbig words,â you said. âletâs see if you can back them up.â
his hands slid to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he walked you back toward the deskâno needles this time. you didn't even had time to register what was happening before your skirt was pushed higher, his fingers brushing over your thighs as he settled you on the edge.
his hand worked his belt, the clink of the buckle making you clench around nothing.
âthis isnât gonna be quick,â he said as he freed himself, the sheer size of him making your breath catch. it was big both in length and girth.
you swallowed hard.
ârelax... mhmmâ
he teased your entrance with the tip, sliding it slowly against you, and the stretch was immediate, even as he slightly pressed in. your breath hitched, your hands gripping the edge of the desk as he pushed forward, achingly slow, giving you time to adjust.
ânghâfuck!â you gasped, your voice breaking as he filled you inch by hard inch.
âbreathe,â he murmured, his tone gentle despite the tension in his body. mouth glued on yours to make sure he feels your puffs of air.
âtryingâ
he paused, his hands tightening on your hips as he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. âyouâre okay,â he whispered. âjust breathe for me.â
you hiccuped, your chest rising and falling in shallow gasps as your body struggled to adjust.
âthere you go,â he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw as he waited âgood girl. just like that.â
you exhaled slowly, your body relaxing slightly helping him to slid in further, the fullness stealing the air from your lungs.
your hands gripped his arms, your nails digging into his skin as he finally bottomed out, his body pressed flush against yours.
âfuck,â he muttered, his voice tight as he buried his face in your neck. âyouâreâso fucking tight.â
you swallowed hard, your head tilting back as you tried to catch your breath. âyouâreâso fucking big.â
he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours as a smirk tugged at his lips. âthink you can take it?â
your breath hitched, and you nodded, your hands sliding to his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist. âtry me.â
minghao hips pulls back just an inch before thrusting forward experimentally. the sound that left your lips was somewhere between a moan and a strangled gasp, your nails biting into his shoulders as your body clenched around him.
he paused, a smug smile tugging at his lips as he tilted his head to the side, his eyes flicking over your face. âyeah, knew thatâd happen.â
âdonâtââ your breath hitched as he moved just slightly, a tiny shift that made you clutch at him even harder. âdonât fucking smile like that.â
his laugh was quiet, he leaned down, his forehead brushing against yours. âwhy not? youâre almost cummin already.â
âiâm notââ the words caught in your throat as he slid just a little deeper, your body trying desperately to adjust to his size.
ânot what?â he asked, his tone playful as he stilled again, waiting for you to catch your breath.
ânotâcummingâ you managed, though your voice shook with the effort of speaking.
âhmm.â his thumb grazed your clit, circling it trying to soothe your nerves. âthen why are you holding on to me likethat?â
you glared at him, though the effect was probably ruined by the way your mouth fell open with a gasp as his thumb pressed down just slightly harder.
your body tensed as he began to move again, sliding in slowly, each inch dragging against you in a way that made your head fall back. the wet squelch of your body adjusting to his girth filled the room, obscenelly.
âshit,â he muttered, his voice tight as he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you steady. âyouâre soâtight. feels like youâre trying to squeeze me out.â
âmaybe i am.â
he laughed softly âyouâre all talk,â he murmured, his thumb still circling your clit. âthat pussy is begging for me.â
âhao,â you whispered, your hands clutching at his arms as your legs tightened around his waist. âiâfuck, i canâtââ
âyou can,â he said softly, his lips moving against your neck. âbreathe for me, baby. youâve got this.â
you exhaled shakily, your chest rising and falling against his as you tried to relax, tried to let the tension in your body melt away. his thumb pressed a little harder against your clit, insistent, coaxing pleasure to override the discomfort.
âthatâs it,â he murmured, his voice soft as his arm tightened around your waist. âjust like that. let me in.â
your head fell back, your eyes fluttering shut as he finally slid deeper, his hips pressing flush against yours. the sensation stole the breath from your lungs, and your fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor you.
âyou okay?â
you nodded weakly, your hands sliding up to grip his hair as you whispered, âmove.â
he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your temple. ânot yet.â
your eyes snapped open, frustration bubbling in your chest as you glared at him. âhaoââ
ârelax,â he murmured, his thumb circling your clit again, making you cry out slyly. âiâm not gonna ruin you all at once. gotta make sure you can take it.â
âi can,â
âweâll see,â he said, his tone smug as he finally, finally pulled back, his cock dragging against you.
âhao, justâfuck me already.â
his laugh was quiet. âyouâre not ready for that yet, lookââ he roll his hips, making you hiccup again. âbut donât worryâIâll get you there.â
âhow about you?â you ask, feeling your orgasm building up as he circled the thumb faster, your hips rolling slightly, weak, like the cock inside you was to heavy to make you roll them freely.
âi can get off just by looking at this pretty face...â he slaps your cheek weakly, twice, making you squeeze around him. âlisten to what i'm telling you⊠you're still going to model for my brand.â he chuckles.
âiâd rather choke to death than work with your brand.â
âwhy donât you choke on something else, then?â
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Love in Verses (XXX)
Chapter 30: âYou liked me well enough in black; I make you a gift of these objectsâ
Hi! Here is a new chapter! Some shopping for our lovebirds that turns into Andrew fighting for his lifeâŠ
I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!
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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)
Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if itâs not explicit nsfw description, so minors here
Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?
Word Count: 3322
Masterlist for the series â Hozierâs masterlist â Main masterlist
Here are my black clothes
I think now it is better to love no one than to love you. Here are my black clothes, the tired nightgowns and robes fraying in many places. Why should they hand useless as though I were going naked? You liked me well enough in black; I make you a gift of these objects. You will want to touch them with your mouth, run your fingers through the thin tender underthings and I will not need them in my new life.
Louise GlĂŒck, The First Five Book of Poems
The tailor was posh but undoubtedly talented. Then again, it was a tailor, posh was to be expected.
It was the old type of tailor, the one you saw in movies, the type that hid a secret passage to the secret service. Wooden walls covered with wooden shelves and clothes, wooden tiles on the floor, large corduroy armchairs. You walked in feeling like you didnât belong there, like you should never have come in the first place.
Frank spotted you instantly when you walked in. You hadnât seen each other in a few weeks, there were times when you missed him. There were times when you didnât think of him at all⊠what a strange feeling⊠he was always in your thoughts for yearsâŠ
You wished Andrew was there with you. You wondered if his classes were going well this morning, you wanted to make him a coffee and chat instead of workingâŠ
âY/N!â Frank beamed at you, crossing the room to give you a hug. âIâve missed you! Weâve spent too long apart!â
âMissed you too. You look well! Are you ready to choose your suit?â
âIâm so nervous,â he admitted with an uncomfortable laugh.
âItâll be just fine.â
You said hello to Frankâs friends and family members gathered in the shop. Only a few people, including the three best men.
The tailor came in a few minutes later, started taking care of his clients. You remained quiet while the group was splitting its attention between Frankâs suit and his best menâ clothes.
The plan was simple. You had to give him terrible advice. You had to ruin the suit, make him look ridiculous. Something that Sam would hate.
That was the only way to weaken the wedding with todayâs activity.
You waited patiently, watched Frank try suits on. Every piece of garment shattered your heart.
You should have been the one discovering the suit on your wedding day. You should have been the one he talked about now, asking if you would like that colour on him, hoping you would find him handsome.
He was. He was handsome. So fucking much. You wanted to shout, to claw your eyes out of their sockets with the pain of it. He was so handsome, and you should have never been here. Instead of seeing him try on all these suits, you should have been the bride hiding her dress from him. But you werenât. You were just the friend he was turning his attention to now, asking for an advice.
And you couldnât do it. Couldnât ruin this for him. You were too kind-hearted for that, or perhaps, you were simply too much in pain.
You struggled to put a smile on your face.
âI think navy blue is better than green on you.â
âYou think?â he asked, looking at the two shades.
âIt matches your eyes better. Makes them pop.â
He smiled, bright and excited.
Had he ever smiled like this thinking of your wedding? Of marrying you?
âThank you, Y/N. Youâre always right with those things.â
âBecause I pay attention.â
Your answer held more meaning than it seemed, but he didnât notice. He never did. Not when it was you.
And you wanted revenge now. You wanted him to regret you. You wanted him to see that you were enough, that you were always enough, that Sam wasnât better than you⊠even if you didnât really believe it. Frank had chosen Sam. Andrew had been in love with her, and now that he was starting to move on, it was to be with a woman who wasnât you.
You excused yourself, looked for the bathroom. The moment you turned the lock on your door, the tears were let free.
You looked so sad when you came back.
It was almost noon when you stepped in the office, Andrew had been waiting for you to eat his lunch. He didnât have classes for the rest of the day, and neither did you. He was relieved about it, you clearly needed some help.
âHow did it go?â he asked as you closed the door behind you.
You didnât answer at first, instead you took the time to take off your coat, let yourself fall in your office chair and throw your head back towards the ceiling. You let out a dramatic moan, Andrew chuckled at the sound.
âThat bad, huh? Did you make him choose something terrible to wear?â
You didnât answer.
âLet me guess⊠you saw him in there, it broke your heart, but you didnât lie and helped him look stunning for his wedding day.â
âHow do you know? Thatâs exactly what happened.â
âI know you. Youâre too kind to do something so mean and selfish. Hiding a few bottles of champagne is one thing, making your ex look like a fool on the most important day of his life is another.â
âIâm so pathetic. I feel so⊠patheticâŠâ
âYouâre not. Youâre just heartbroken.â
âSame bloody thing.â
âWhat can I do?â
You looked at him then, tears in your eyes and looking so sad⊠so damn sadâŠ
But then you looked angry instead, wrath burning through your gaze and Andrew shuddered at the sight.
You looked gorgeous like this, despite your eyes reddened with tears. Fierce was a good look on you, it had always beenâŠ
âIâm going to make him regret me so fucking much heâll beg to get me back.â
He raised an eyebrow, surprised by your determination.
âAnd how do we do that?â
âBy making me look so fucking good heâll have nightmares about leaving me.â
Andrewâs heart skipped a beat. His words came out in a whisper you didnât hear.
âYouâre always gorgeous, Y/NâŠâ
âWeâre going to this party theyâre throwing two weeks before the wedding. So⊠inâŠâ
âTwo weeks.â
âYeah⊠in two weeks. God, I canât believe itâs the end of April already. Exams will be back in no time.â
âDonât mention thatâŠâ Andrew winced. âBesides, weâll have to go through the conference firstâŠâ
âDid you have an answer for that by the way?â
Andrew smiled.
âMain speaker on the second day. Forty-minutes presentation.â
âThatâs awesome, Andy! Congrats!â
âIâm going to hate every second of it.â
âYouâll be brilliant.â
âWeâll need to rehearse your presentation too.â
âYes, thank you for helping me.â
âDonât mention it. Weâre a team.â
You exchanged a tender smile, one that reached gratefulness for more than professional support.
âAnyway, Iâm going to go shopping after work,â you declared. âIâll buy the most gorgeous dress for that party. And Frank will be at my fucking feet.â
Andrew chuckled at that.
âAlright, good plan.â
âActually⊠can I be insufferable and ask for your help?â
âPardon me? My help? I donât know anything about dressesâŠâ
âYouâre a man. You know what men like. Actually, you know what? We could go now. Be back before two and work this afternoon.â
âNow?â
âNow.â
âOkayâŠâ
Andrew gathered his things in a hurry, let you babble away while you exited the office. He didnât mention the way your voice was shaking from time to time, how your eyes still glistened with withheld tears.
He didnât mention any of it. He merely drove you to the shop you liked.
Andrew didnât know what to do while you browsed through expensive dresses, selected a few, asked for his opinion. He didnât really have any. He had no idea what he was supposed to do to make you smile again, to make you happy, to make you feel as beautiful as you truly wereâŠ
You walked in a fitting room with five different dresses to try on. There werenât many people in the shop at this hour, only an old woman with her grand-daughter were looking for a dress for the young woman. The elder lady started chatting casually with Andrew while they both waited in front of the cabins.
âYour girlfriend is looking for a dress for a special occasion?â she asked, and Andrew fiercely blushed.
âOh⊠no, sheâs not⊠weâre not⊠Sheâs not my girlfriend.â
She gave him a look, one that annoyed him a lot.
âRight⊠I seeâŠâ
Andrew ignored her, her grand-daughter showing her a dress the perfect excuse not to answer.
And then he heard you calling his name in a quiet voiceâŠ
His heart didnât just skip a few beats, it stopped altogether. Butterflies didnât cut it, these were fireworks in his stomach.
You were standing there in an emerald dress that fell across your calves, a low cut on your cleavage that made his wildest fantasies about you seem mild.
âWhat do you think? I like this one.â
You turned around to show him the back, or rather, the absence of clothing on the backless dress.
Andrew couldnât breathe. Couldnât thinkâŠ
You were so⊠soâŠ
âHow do I look?â
You were so⊠soâŠ
ââŠBreathtaking.â
You blinked up at him. And he tried to hide his reaction, but he couldnât. He must have looked stunned, a deer in headlights, and he couldnât help it. You were soâŠ
ââŠPerfect.â
You raised a surprised eyebrow, a shy smile forming on your lips.
He wanted to kiss you so badly. He wanted to touch the skin of your back the dress revealed. He wanted to run his fingers along your cleavage. He wanted to tear that gorgeous dress off youâŠ
He cleared his throat, averted his eyes so he would stop staring at you.
âYeah⊠thatâs⊠a good one.â
âI have another I like, hang on.â
He nodded, unable to look at you. He could feel warmth spreading through his body, but he would never survive the humiliation of getting a boner in the middle of a shop because you were trying dresses onâŠ
âNot your girlfriend, huh?â
Andrew turned to the stranger, the old woman giving him a knowing smile.
âYouâd better make her your girlfriend, before itâs too late.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âNo, of course not.â
She heaved a sigh, looking at the closed curtain of the fitting room where her grand-daughter had disappeared.
âMy husband looked at me like that, you know? The way you look at her. And I can only hope my grand-child will find someone who will look at her like that, too.â
âLike what?â
âLike she is the most beautiful thing on this earth.â
She stared right into his eyes.
âThe way you must be looked at when you are loved.â
Andrew struggled to swallow, looked away, fiercely blushing.
Christ, he was a desperate case. And if a stranger could notice his feelings for you, surely everyone had⊠what would you say if you noticed? Would you push him away? Would you break his heart?
You walked out of your cabin again, wearing a black dress this time. And Andrew tried to hide it better this time, but you looked divine. It fitted your curves perfectly, it made your body look like sinâŠ
âWhat about this one?â you asked, turning around, and Andrew hated himself for being unable to stop himself from staring at your arse.
âYeah⊠thatâs a good one too,â he nodded, clearing his throat.
âWhich one do you prefer?â
âI⊠I donât knowâŠâ
âCome on! I like both. I donât know which one to pick. Whatâs your favourite?â
He struggled to control his breathing, to slow down his heart.
âI⊠erm⊠I really liked the green one.â
âThe green one?â
âYeah, it⊠youâre gorgeous in this dress too though.â
He heard you clearing your throat too.
âRight⊠the green dress it is, then.â
âYeah⊠okay⊠grand⊠erm, like⊠goodâŠâ
âThanks, Andy.â
âDonât mention it.â
Christ, please, donât mention itâŠ
âIâll get changed real quick.â
He hummed as he nodded, still unable to look at you.
By his side, the elderly lady chuckled, and Andrew wanted to dissolve into nothing, a puddle on the ground, to simply be atomised into thin airâŠ
You bought the dress, Andrew drove you back to Trinity in relative silence. He was too busy picturing you in these dresses again, too busy trying not to picture you in these dresses again.
When you walked back to your office though, it was obvious that you were still sad. That search for a semblance of power over a situation you couldnât control was gone again. He let out a long exhale through his nose as he looked at you sitting behind your desk. He crossed the room, avoiding the lamp hanging from the ceiling, and gave you a soft smile.
âYouâre alright, Y/N?â
You shook your head.
âIâm sorry⊠I just⊠I canât get over it.â
âItâs okay. Youâre upset, thatâs all.â
âSeeing him like this⊠wearing these suits⊠he should have been wearing them for meâŠâ
âI know. I know, Y/N.â
âI want my life back.â
âBut you have one. You have one now. You donât need him in it.â
âI feel like I need him. I feel like I⊠like I just messed everything up.â
âYou didnât. You didnât mess anything up. None of this is your fault.â
âIf he chose her, then I must be lacking somethingâŠâ
âYouâre not. Trust me, youâre not lacking anything. Itâs his loss if he canât see whatâs right in front of him.â
You looked up at him, surprised by the sudden harshness of his tone.
âYou donât need him, Y/N⊠you⊠you could have better than him. You⊠heâs not⊠Heâs not even paying attention to you.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHe doesnât really care. I think heâs a little too selfish for that.â
He shook his head.
âI see you with him, you know? Youâre not yourself. Youâre not⊠babbling away about cinema, or literature, or art or this recipe youâve just tried or⊠itâs like you just shut down. And you listen, and then you make a tiny summary of all the things you wanted to say⊠but youâre so fucking smart. Youâre so fucking interesting. Youâre⊠you shouldnât be with someone who doesnât care about what you have to say. And he fucking broke your heart! Why do you still want him? WhyâŠ?â
Why do you still want him, instead of me?
But he didnât say it. He stopped, and closed his fists tightly.
Andrew was growing annoyed, angry even. And of course you noticed, he reckoned he was doing a pretty bad job at hiding his true feelings.
âY/N⊠Frank⊠Iâm not saying heâs a bad person, butâŠâ
âBut?â
âBut he doesnât deserve you.â
You raised an eyebrow, visibly unimpressed.
âReally? Why not? Itâs not like Iâm anything special, anyway.â
Andrew frowned hard.
âAre you listening to yourself?!â he asked with something aghast in his voice, a genuine incomprehension that surprised you. âYouâre⊠youâre amazing. You deserve so much better than him! You deserve to be treated with respect, to have someone who actually pays attention to you, who cares about you, who listens to you when youâre talking about your passions, whoâs not going to disregard what youâre saying simply because they disagreeâŠâ
But you interrupted him with a scoff.
âPerfection doesnât exist, Andy. Iâve learned as much in life. I donât have a choice but to settle for less than that.â
âThereâs a difference between accepting someoneâs faults and flaws and setting the bar so low itâs actually buried undergroundâŠâ
âYouâre one to talk! Youâre still in love with Samantha despite how she hurt you, despite the fact that she doesnât give two shites about your poetry or your work, about the fact that she wonât make a single fucking effort for youâŠâ
âWho says Iâm still in love with her?â
You raised a surprised eyebrow, and you were genuinely taken aback this time, Andrew could tell.
âYouâre not?â you asked, your tone quieter, Andrew guessed that it was a side-effect of your surprise.
âNo, Iâm not. Iâve learnt my lesson. I want to move on. I⊠Iâm moving on.â
âWow⊠thatâs⊠good⊠Thatâs really grand, Andy. Is it⊠because of that woman you mentioned?â
Andrewâs heart sped up, he could feel himself panicking, he closed and opened his fists multiple times in an attempt to slow down his breathing.
âI⊠I mean⊠kind ofâŠâ
âKind of?â
âIâŠâ
He took a deep breath, gathering his courage.
âI want to be with her. I⊠I just⊠I havenât told her yet.â
âWhy not? You should ask her on a date.â
But he shook his head.
âShe wonât say yes. I know her, she wonât go on a date with me, not for now. Besides⊠Itâs too soon⊠for me too, I mean. I need to put Sam behind me for good, before I can try to be with her.â
You stared at him with a blank expression⊠or rather, not blank. The opposite. Like you felt something but tried to show the opposite reaction. The result was unreadable to him.
âIâm glad youâre moving on.â
But your tone was flat, and you didnât seem happy at all.
âThanks,â Andrew answered anyway.
You heaved a tired sigh.
âPlease, donât judge me with Frank. I⊠you donât understand.â
Andrew sighed too, let the air out through gritted teeth.
âNo, youâre right. I donât understand. I mean⊠I do. I do understand the process of grieving for a life that wasnât fully yours to begin with, but you thought would belong to you. But thatâs the thing, Y/N. You need to start grieving now. You canât remain stuck there forever. You⊠You deserve to be happy. You deserve better than that. Donât do that to yourself. Especially not for someone like him. We deserve better than this, Y/N.â
You stared at him now, tears in your eyes, a sight he wished he could banish forever. He would take all of your pain away if he could, he would suffer it in your stead.
âItâs not that easy, Andy,â you shook your head, taking a step back.
âIt could be. It could be, Y/NâŠâ
âIâve loved him for so longâŠâ
Andrew slowly nodded.
âYou could love again, with a little bit of time. He⊠he doesnât care about you, Y/N. He doesnât⊠listen when you talk. He acts like he does, but he doesnât. Heâs not interested in what makes you happyâŠâ
âNeither is Sam with you.â
âI know. I know, and I donât want that anymore.â
âBut I want Frank.â
Your voice was shaking, it didnât sound either earnest nor convincing. Still, hearing the words broke Andrewâs heart.
After everything⊠how could you still want Frank⊠why couldnât you want him instead?
Could you⊠could you ever want him?
Andrew closed his fists tightly, until he could feel the sharp pain of his nails digging crescent marks into his palm. Perhaps you would never want him. Maybe it wasnât just about Frank, maybe it was about him⊠maybe he was simply⊠not your type, not attractive to you, not good enough.
He let out a long, painful exhale through his nose.
âWould that make you happy?â he genuinely asked, voice quiet, deeper than usual, but softer than before as well. âIs that what will make you happy?â
You stared at him for a moment, then clenched your jaw. When you answered, he couldnât read in your eyes whether or not you were telling the truth. Maybe you were lying⊠against all odds, he hoped you were lying.
âYes.â
One word, breathed out, it was enough to break his heart.
Slowly, Andrew nodded.
âAlright, weâll do it then. Weâll go to that stupid party. Weâll make him jealous. Weâll make him see what heâs losing by choosing Sam over you. If itâs what it takes for you to be happy⊠As long as it makes you happy.â
âThank you.â
He stared at you as you walked back to your desk, sat before your computer, looked at the screen.
He turned around, blinking tears away, stood in front of the window behind his desk.
As long as it would make you happyâŠ
#hozier#andrew hozier byrne#the hoziest#hozier x reader#hozier x y/n#hozier x you#hozier x fem!reader#hozier fanfiction#hozier fic#hozier series#hozier au#hozier professor au#professor au#series#fanfiction#fanfic#writing
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Hello! Can you write an sfw/nsfw headcannon version for soonyoung pls? Love your writing!đ«°
hii! ofc i can, it would be my pleasure, i hope you enjoy this!
Husband! Hoshi Headcanons
âą(sfw! hcs):
we all already know that heâs a cuddle bug, but the extent that his need to be touching you goes to is beyond what any of us could imagine. heâs constantly up in your space, touching you in any way possible. if you are doing chores around the house, instead of helping you by doing something, he will just hang onto your shirt and follow you around, talking animatedly. if you are sitting down, you better expect for his head to be resting on your shoulder
whenever he needs something, he just calls for you (aka screams âbaaaabee!âthrough the house until you hear him and come to him lmao), doesnât matter that most of the times the thing that heâs looking for is right in front of him, heâs a bit blind sometimes (or so he tells, in reality he does it because he finds your annoyed little pout so adorable)
instead of kissing, he loves to often rub your noses together as a sign of affection, something about just feels so silly and cute and domestic to him he can rarely resist the urge to do it, plus you always smile so brightly whenever he does it so its a win-win situation
he loves that with you he can be as childish and silly as he wants, that you will always join him in his silly missions to make everyone laugh, that you will always laugh along with him no matter how ridiculous and stupid his jokes are. he loves that you are his youth quite literally, and that with you along his side, he can climb on top of the world
three words: matching tiger pyjamas. you didnât have much of a choice, really, he just bought them for you two one day, and as you tried to let him down gently, his big brown puppy eyes looked at you pleadingly, ready to say âplease?â as you were about to refuse him, and suddenly you just sighed in defeat. so guess which pyjamas you two wear the majority of the month, except for the few says it takes to wash and dry them?
compliments you all the time-both when he intends to and when he isnât even aware that what he said is considered a compliment. for example, if you are getting ready, doing your makeup or taking it off, he will just come behind you, hug you and while smiling say âyou are so very pretty, the prettiest in this whole wide world. i mustâve saved korea as a nation in my past life to get the honour of having you in this life.â, or for the times when he is unaware of it-you were just looking at some flowers as you were walking through a botanic garden when he said âi donât know much about flowers, but whenever i see this flower (points to a, say, hibiscus), it reminds me of you, because you both are so pretty and look so gentle.â bro isnât even trying yet he got you crying
loves loves LOVES surprising you with at-home picnics, just as you walk through the door of your house, heâs running towards you, taking your hand so he can lead you to the living room where the stuff is all set up-the white bedsheet handing from two chairs, under the sheet fairy lights wrapped around the chairs, a blanket on the floor with lots and lots of food spread on it. he loves how it always makes you smile and how easy it is to make you happy
âą(nsfw! hcs):
has stamina of a BEAST, like it isnât enough that he seemingly gets boners all the time, the sight of your collarbones is enough to make him hug your from behind, slowly grinding his hips against your ass while he mumbles âplease babe, lemme make you feel good hm? itâs been so long since iâve fucked you, let me make you cum on my dickâ (btw it hasnât even been that long, you two had sex two days prior but ok lmao). the moment he sees you close your eyes, he knows heâs won. cue at least 3 hours of him pounding into you, his skin slapping against yours, both your skins burning from the force they meet. at some point you feel so exhausted that you just lay there, face in the pillow, while he holds your hips in the air as he fucks you from behind
is so enthusiastic about eating you out that he overstimulates you, not only are his fingers fast inside of your pussy, but heâs sucking on your clit so hard, it makes tears fall from your eyes very easily. he just wants you to feel so good (but also to squirt all over his face) that he can spend hours just lapping at your juices, mumbling âcâmom pretty girl, just one more, make a mess on my face, thatâs what itâs for, itâs for you to sit on it and make yourself cum on itâ bsjqbsjqkq
speaking of-dirty talk with him goes CRAAAZY, not even because he wants it to, he just says whatever itâs on his mind, his thoughts a mess thrown up the moment they appear in his mind. heâs a moaning mess, sucking hickeys into your skin, kissing you sloppily, all while heâs repeating âpussy so good, fuck, want to stay here forever. want to cum inside of you all the time, to make you full with my cum-shit, ahh, so tight, im gonna-â cue more moaning and whining as he nears his end
on the same note- breeding kink. we all know that one clip where he said he wants a whole football team (thank you scoups for the metaphor lmao). and even now, he often talks about getting married and having kids, so i think the moment he put that ring on you, he got down to BUSINESS. iâm talking he soaks your pussy AND your sheets with hair cum, if he could, he would make you wear a plug so none of it spills out and that itâs 100% sure that you end up pregnant from it. the thoughts of your heavy, full and lactating breasts, your round belly, and a little girl that has a smile just like yours, haunt his dreams on the daily
he is unintentionally so rough, like not only does he manhandle you into positions that he needs you in, if you are too far gone to be listening to him, he will just grab you by your neck to get your attention, or pull on your hair so you can watch him fuck you in the mirror, eyes trained on your gaping mouth and bouncing tits. the thing is- he doesnât do it out of the need to be dominant, itâs just that itâs a part of his fantasy, of exactly what he imagined for that night to be, so if you arenât following it, he will take the matter into his own hands (quite literally).
he isnât really sure why, but he loves it when you end up crying from the overstimulation and pleasure, and when you mascara runs down your cheeks. you just look so ruined, and it makes him feel so good and smug that heâs the only one that has the honour of seeing you sobbing for him to both stop and to cum inside of you, the only one who gets to squish your mascara stained cheeks together and make you focus on him, the only one that makes your legs tremble and shake every day. the only one that gets to fuck a baby into you. the only one you crave.
(act surprised for this one) he is low-key into collars. he isnât all that sure about leashes, but a pretty little collar wrapped around your pretty neck? and if it has a heart shaped buckle? he is a goner. he wonât ever recover from the amount of fantasy material the sight gives him, how primal it makes him feel. plus the look you make whenever he puts two fingers through that heart shaped buckle and pulls you towards him by it? it will literally make him kneel in front of a god and thank him for that sight (not really something he should discuss with a god, yknow, given that itâs about your sex life and all that but eh, whatever lol)
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Invisible | Part 21
Bucky x Reader AU
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: angstttttty
A/N: đ€đ€đźâđšđ
The late morning sun cast long shadows on the sidewalk as you and Natasha wandered through the shopping district. The crisp autumn air smelled faintly of roasted nuts and coffee from nearby stalls, and you paused in front of a shop window, gesturing to a soft green dress displayed on a mannequin.
âThat is so you,â you said with a laugh, glancing at Natasha.
She barely looked, her eyes skimming the display with vague disinterest. âYeah, maybe,â she muttered, her tone distant.
Her lack of enthusiasm sent a ripple of unease through you, but you brushed it off, continuing down the street with her by your side. Yet, the silence between you began to gnaw at your nerves.
You bit your lip, hesitating before finally speaking. âUm, Natâ you started carefully, âcan I talk to you about something?â
Natasha sighed lightly but nodded, her expression neutral. âSure. Whatâs up?â
You hesitated, glancing at her out of the corner of your eye. âItâs about Bucky.â
That got her attention. Her brow quirked slightly, though her lips remained pressed in a thin line. âWhat about him?â
You sighed, your hands fidgeting with the strap of your bag. âHe came home late the other night. Which, I mean, itâs fineâheâs allowed to have his space, obviouslyâbut he didnât tell me where he was. He said he was out for drinks with Sam, but I had lunch with Sam today, and he said he hasnât seen Bucky since Sunday. I donât know, Nat. Am I being ridiculous? Does that sound weird to you?â
Natasha stopped walking abruptly, turning to face you with a sharpness that took you off guard. âI donât want to hear about this,â she said, her voice flat and unyielding.
You blinked, her sudden reaction throwing you completely. âWhat?â
Her jaw tightened as she crossed her arms over her chest. âYouâre overthinking it. As always. Youâre being dramatic about something thatâs probably nothing.â
The words stung. Your chest tightened as you stared at her, confusion and hurt bubbling to the surface. âWow, okay,â you said quietly, your voice wavering. âWhere is this coming from?â
Natasha looked away, her gaze flicking to the street, her lips pressing into a hard line. âI just⊠I think I need some space,â she said finally, her voice tight.
The weight of her words hit you like a freight train. âFrom me?â you asked, barely able to push the words past the lump in your throat.
âYes,â she said bluntly, her gaze avoiding yours. âFrom you.â
You took a step back, the world around you blurring slightly as the hurt settled deep in your chest. âNat, I donât understand. Why? Why are you saying this?â
Natasha exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. âBecause I canât do this anymore,â she snapped, her voice rising slightly. âI canât understand why heâd fall in love with you and not me! Youâre not some amazing ethereal person, where you get two amazing guys falling in love with you! â
Her words hit like a slap, cutting deeper than you thought possible. âNat,â you whispered, shaking your head in disbelief. âThatâs⊠fucking hurtful. Do you even hear yourself right now?â
âYou asked,â she shot back, her tone defensive and raw. âDo you know how hard it is to stand on the sidelines for years, watching everyone elseâs perfect little stories play out? Watching you and Bucky? Watching Steve?â
Her voice cracked slightly on his name, and your breath hitched. âSteve?â
Her laugh was humorless and sharp, her gaze finally snapping back to yours. âYes, Steve. The guy whoâs been in love with you forever. The guy whoâs been pretending everythingâs fine while you and Bucky play house.â
Your heart twisted painfully in your chest. âI know,â you admitted quietly. âI know, Nat. And Iâve been trying so hard to handle it without making everything worse for him. What do you want me to do?â
Natasha threw her hands up in frustration. âI donât know!â she said, her voice cracking. âBut you and Bucky canât just act like this doesnât affect anyone else. Youâre so wrapped up in each other, you donât see what itâs doing to himâor to me.â
You took a shaky breath, anger beginning to simmer beneath the surface. âYou wanted this!â you said, your voice rising. âYouâve been pushing me to admit my feelings for him for years. And now that I finally have, Iâm not allowed to be happy? To talk to you about him?â
âYou donât get it,â she snapped, her hands trembling slightly at her sides. âYou donât get how hard it is to watch this unfold. Iâm so in love with Steve, okay? And Iâve been in love with him for years, heâs my Bucky! And now I have to sit there and watch him pine over you, knowing Iâm just⊠invisible.â
The raw honesty of her words left you momentarily stunned. âNatasha,â you said softly, your anger draining as guilt and heartbreak filled its place. âI didnât know it was this bad. Iâm soââ
âDonât,â she interrupted, holding up a hand. âDonât apologize. It wonât change anything.â
You reached out instinctively, but she took a step back. âNat, please. Youâre my best friend.â
âAnd Iâll always care about you,â she said, her voice soft but distant. âBut I need time. I need to figure out how to deal with this without being around you and Bucky all the time.â
Your breath caught in your throat, your vision blurring slightly. âOkay,â you said finally, your voice breaking. âIf thatâs what you need.â
Natashaâs face twisted with something you couldnât quite nameâregret, maybeâbut she didnât say another word. She just nodded, turned on her heel, and walked away, leaving you standing alone on the crowded sidewalk as the world continued to move around you.
You stood there for a long time, the sounds of the city fading into the background, as the weight of her absence pressed heavily on your chest.
The chill of the evening air nipped at your cheeks as you trudged home, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. Natashaâs words still echoed in your ears, sharp and biting, leaving an ache in your chest that felt unbearable. As you turned a corner, your eyes landed on a familiar figure walking toward you, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets.
Steve.
He noticed you immediately, his brows furrowing as he quickened his pace. âWoah, hey,â he said, his voice laced with concern. âAre you okay?â
You stopped in your tracks, blinking back the tears threatening to spill. âNo, Iâm not,â you said bluntly, your voice trembling.
Steveâs frown deepened, his blue eyes searching your face for answers. âWhatâs wrong? Did something happen?â
You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, your gaze darting away. âWhy werenât you at the farmerâs market today?â you asked, your tone sharper than you intended.
Steve sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. âI just⊠I needed some space.â
A bitter laugh escaped your lips, and you shook your head, the absurdity of it all crashing down on you.
âWhatâs so funny?â he asked, his confusion evident.
You looked at him, your eyes brimming with unshed tears. âItâs not funny. Itâs just⊠apparently everyone needs space.â Your voice cracked as you continued. âI thought I was finally happy, Steve. I have Bucky, and for once, things felt right. But now Iâm losing Nat, Iâm losing Sam, and now you. Nothing feels right anymore!â
Steveâs jaw clenched, his expression pained.
âAre you avoiding me because of me and Bucky?â you pressed, your voice trembling.
He hesitated, his silence speaking volumes before he finally nodded. âYeah.â
Your chest tightened, and you took a shaky breath. âHow much space do you need?â
âI donât know,â he admitted quietly, his gaze dropping to the ground.
âOf course, you donât,â you said bitterly, the frustration bubbling over. âI thought you said you were okay with me and Bucky!â
âWell, I lied, okay?â Steveâs voice rose, uncharacteristically sharp. His hands clenched at his sides as he looked at you, his eyes blazing with frustration and something deeper. âHow can I be okay when you shouldnât be with him? I donât care what Sam or the universe saysâyou should be with me!â
His words hit you like a freight train, leaving you stunned and speechless. The world around you seemed to tilt, and for a moment, you couldnât breathe.
âSteveâŠâ you whispered, your voice barely audible.
But he wasnât finished. âDo you know what itâs like? Watching you with him? Knowing that heâs the one who gets to make you happy? Iâve loved you for so long, and I triedâGod, I triedâto bury it, to be the friend you needed. But I canât do it anymore!â
Your heart felt like it was being ripped apart, the weight of his confession crashing down on you. And yet, before you could fully process his words, your own emotions spilled out like a flood.
âThis is such a shit show,â you blurted, your voice breaking. âNatasha is in love with you, Steve!â
Steveâs eyes widened, his face paling. âWhat?â
âSheâs in love with you!â you cried, your emotions finally boiling over. âAnd sheâs been in love with you for years, and now she hates me because of all this! Because of you, because of Bucky, because of this mess that I never asked for!â
Steve took a step closer, his voice soft but firm. âPlease don't cry..Why are you crying?â
âBecause I never asked you to love me!â you shouted, tears streaming down your face now. âI never asked for any of this! And now itâs all falling on meâNatasha, you, Bucky, everyone. I hate this, Steve. I hate this!â
Steve reached out, his hand brushing your arm, but you pushed him away, the hurt and anger swirling in your chest like a storm. âI canât do this,â you said, your voice cracking as you turned and walked away, your tears blurring the path ahead of you.
âWait!â Steve called after you, his voice desperate, but you didnât stop.
You kept walking, your sobs echoing in the quiet streets, the weight of it all pressing down on you. The ache in your chest was unbearable, but you didnât look back. You couldnât.
The door slammed behind you with a force that rattled the frame, the sound reverberating through the apartment. Bucky, who was setting the table with dinner, froze mid-motion, his brow furrowing as he turned toward you.
âWhoa, hey,â he said, his voice calm but laced with concern. âBaby, whatâs wrong?â
You laughed bitterly, the sound raw and harsh even to your own ears. Tears streamed down your face, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldnât stop them. Your chest heaved with the weight of your emotions, the eveningâs events crashing down on you all at once.
Bucky crossed the room in an instant, his hands reaching out to you. âHey, hey, come here. What happened?â His voice was soft now, almost pleading as he tried to pull you into his arms.
But you stepped back, holding up a trembling hand to stop him. âDonât,â you said, your voice cracking.
The hurt on his face was immediate and gut-wrenching. His hands dropped to his sides, his blue eyes clouding with worry. âBaby, talk to me. Whatâs going on?â
You wiped at your face furiously, your breath hitching as you tried to form the words. âI know you didnât have drinks with Sam the other night, Bucky.â
His brows furrowed in confusion, his lips parting as if to respond, but you cut him off.
âWhy are you lying to me?â you demanded, your voice rising. âYou said youâd never lie to me! Where were you?â
Buckyâs expression darkened, his shoulders tensing as he ran a hand through his hair. âI wasnât lying,â he said carefully, his tone low. âItâs justâcomplicated.â
You let out another humorless laugh, the bitterness sharp in your throat. âComplicated? Thatâs your answer? God, Bucky, weâve only just started, and youâre already hiding things from me. What am I supposed to think?â
His jaw tightened, and he took a step closer, his eyes pleading. âSweetheart, listen to me. Thereâs nothing going on. I swear to you, thereâs no one else. Thereâs nothing else.â
âThen where were you?â you demanded again, your voice trembling with both anger and hurt. âYou know how hard this is for me. I trust you, Bucky, I do. But you said youâd never lie to me. So whyâwhy did you?â
Bucky hesitated, his hands flexing at his sides. âItâs not what you think. ItâsâŠâ He trailed off, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment. Then he looked back up, his voice firm. âAn ex showed up. Sarah.â
Your stomach dropped. âSarah?â
âYeah,â he admitted, his tone grim. âShe showed up at the bar that night, I was getting us take out. I didnât want to tell you because I didnât want to upset you. It was nothing, I swear. She wanted to talk, and I told her there was nothing to say. I left, doll. Thatâs it.â
The storm of emotions swirling in your chest only intensified. âYou didnât think I deserved to know? You didnât think it would be worse to find out like this?â
âI didnât want you to thinkâŠâ He stopped, his voice faltering. âI didnât want you to doubt us.â
âDoubt us?â you repeated, your voice breaking. âHiding it from me makes me doubt us more, Bucky! How am I supposed to feel? Youâre the one person I thought I could trust completely, and nowâŠâ
Tears blurred your vision again, and you shook your head, your arms wrapping around yourself. âMaybe this is too good to be true,â you whispered.
His eyes widened in panic, and he stepped forward, finally closing the distance between you. This time, you didnât move away, too drained to resist.
âNo,â he said firmly, his hands gently grasping your arms. âDonât say that. Donât even think that.â His voice softened, turning desperate. âThereâs nothing and no one that could make me want anything but you. Youâre it for me, sweetheart. You always have been.â
Your lip trembled as you searched his face, the sincerity in his eyes undeniable. âThen why didnât you tell me?â
He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away your tears. âBecause Iâm an idiot. Because it was nothing to me, and I didnât want to risk hurting you. But I was wrong. I see that now. I shouldâve told you.â
The raw emotion in his voice broke something inside you, and you let out a shaky breath. âIâm scared, Bucky,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. âIâm scared that one day, youâll realize this was a mistake.â
His grip on you tightened, his forehead pressing against yours. âNever,â he murmured. âThis is no mistake. You and me? This is the realest thing Iâve ever had. Iâm sorry for screwing up, but please, donât doubt that Iâm all in.â
For a moment, the two of you just stood there, your breaths mingling as the weight of the moment settled between you. Then, slowly, you leaned into him, letting him wrap his arms around you completely.
âI love you,â you whispered against his chest, the words raw and vulnerable.
âI love you more,â he replied, his voice steady and sure.
He kissed the top of your head, holding you close as the tension began to melt away. And though the ache in your chest hadnât disappeared completely, his warmth and the conviction in his voice began to soothe it.
âLetâs go eat,â he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at you.
You nodded, your lips quirking into a small smile. âOkay.â
The room was quiet except for the clinking of your fork against the plate. You were trying to eat, but everything in you felt like it was unraveling. Bucky sat across from you, his brow furrowed, watching you with worry as you pushed your food around.
Finally, you sighed, setting the fork down. âSo I was with Natasha today.â
Buckyâs hand froze mid-reach for his glass of water. âYeah?â he asked cautiously.
You nodded, feeling the lump in your throat grow tighter. âShe⊠she basically told me she needed space. That she doesnât understand why Steve fell for me and not her. She was so angry, Buck.â
His jaw tightened, and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. âWhat?â he said, his voice low.
âAnd then,â you continued, tears welling in your eyes again, âI ran into Steve on the way home, and he said he needs space, too. He saidâŠâ Your voice cracked. âHe said I shouldnât be with you. That I should be with him.â
Bucky froze, his blue eyes darkening as his grip on the glass tightened. âHe said that?â
You nodded, a tear slipping down your cheek. âI never asked for any of this, Buck. I never asked for him to love me, or for Nat to feel this way. I justââ Your voice broke entirely, and you buried your face in your hands.
Bucky was out of his chair in an instant, rounding the table and kneeling in front of you. Gently, he pulled your hands away from your face and cupped your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the tears that wouldnât stop falling. âSweetheart, those arenât tears. Thatâs just too much salt in the food,â he teased softly, his voice thick with affection.
A choked laugh escaped you, and you looked down at your plate. âBuck, thatâs my tears. Iâm literally crying into my dinner.â
He gave you a small, crooked smile. âI know,â he said gently. âThatâs why Iâm here, doll. To make sure you donât cry alone.â
You sniffled, leaning into his touch, and he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly. âIâve been planning something,â he said, his voice hesitant but hopeful.
You blinked at him, confused. âPlanning something?â
âYeah,â he said, his hands still cradling your face. âThe night I ran into Sarah, I wasn't just late because I was waiting for take out, I was on my way back from a meeting.â
âA meeting?â you repeated, your brow furrowing.
Bucky nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. âDo you remember where we used to go almost every summer as kids with my ma?â
Your heart gave a tiny flutter. âThe cabin?â you asked softly.
âYeah,â he said, his grin growing. I found out who my family sold it to, they use it for a weekend. I thought⊠I thought maybe we could go. Just us.â
The flood of emotions was too much. Your face fell into your hands again, and sobs wracked your body.
âWhoa, whoa!â Bucky said quickly, his hands moving to your shoulders. âSweetheart, whatâs wrong? Did Iâwas that too much?â
You shook your head, peeking up at him through your tears. âNo, Bucky. Of course, I want to go. I want to go so badly.â
His expression softened, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. âThen whatâs with the tears, baby? Youâre breaking my heart over here.â
âI donât know,â you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest. âEverything is just⊠too much right now. But this? This is good. I need this.â
He chuckled softly, pressing his lips to the top of your head. âWell, I hope youâre not mad, but I already told Tony weâre taking next weekend off. Itâs all set up.â
You pulled back slightly, staring at him in disbelief. âYou did?â
He grinned, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. âYep. Itâs a whole shebang. We leave Friday morning.â
A warmth spread through your chest, and for the first time all day, you felt a sense of relief. You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. âYouâre amazing, you know that?â
âI try,â he teased, winking at you.
As you both settled back into your chairs, you pulled out your phone. âI need to tell Natasha⊠oh, right.â Your heart sank as you remembered her earlier words. Instead, you opened a message to Wanda.
You: Hey. I just wanted to tell you what happened today. I saw Nat, and⊠it didnât go well.
Wanda: I heard. Iâm so sorry, sweetie. Sheâs not in the right here, and you know it.
You: I just⊠I donât know what to do.
Wanda: Let her have her space. Sheâll come around. Iâll talk to her, okay?
You: Thanks, Wan.... Bucky's taking me away for the weekend :)
Wanda: Anytime <3 omg!! So sweet, have the best time babe, you deserve it xo
Bucky reached over and squeezed your hand, pulling your attention back to him. âYou good?â
You smiled weakly. âIm goid.â
He nodded, his expression softening. âGood. Now finish your food before I have to start feeding you myself.â
You laughed, the tension in your chest easing just a little as the two of you settled into the comfort of each otherâs presence.
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky x reader#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x y/n#sebastian stan x reader#bucky x you#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes angst#bucky x y/n#bucky barnes au#bucky fanfic#james bucky buchanan barnes#bucky barnes x reader angst
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(I'm white.) A white man and a woman of color came to check out at my register. There's a cat picture on the wall behind me, and the woman pointed at it and asked me if I was a cat person. I said yeah, I love them. The man piped up and said, "Just be sure to keep them away from her," and pointed at the woman, adding, "She's Haitian." They both laughed, but like...what the FUCK. I have no way of knowing if she was actually Haitian, I mean if she is and she's comfortable with those jokes from her friends then okay, good for her, but I don't know either of them. For all I know, she might believe the racist propaganda about Haitians, too. Either way, what a ridiculous and politically charged thing to say to someone you don't know and who can't tell you to fuck off.
She apologized before she left, saying, "sorry if we made you uncomfortable, we're just being inappropriate." YEAH, YOU ARE. DON'T DO THAT AGAIN.
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I am (not) sorry for showing this idea to the EPIC fandom,,
Timeloop A.U w/ Odysseus. Timeloop resets back to waking up to the Wind Bag opening every time Odyâ either dies or falls asleep after making it back home & after killing the Suitors bc hehe suffer short man đ€đ§ââïž.
so ye, obviously u got the usual Timeloop Angst + added trauma & all that,,,,, ye, ye, uh nu & also said Timeloop has â:3lyâ caused some lasting changes on Odyâ like more of his Demigod genes showing (+ added Demigod uncannyness hehehaha), scars of previous Loop wounds now appearing & staying on his body, body acclimating to have basically inhuman reflexes, strengh, all that Demigod jazz. Including: insane muscle memory.
Including the muscle memory of taking massive God Cock / Kinky Deity Stuff. Just- hear me out pls đ
imagine, Odyâsâ currently on like, what??? The 997 Loop??? Kinda lost basically any and all previous remains of moral?, EXTREMELY FUCKING BORED- also kinda given up all hope of finding a way to break out of this living hell??? (So the usual stuff for timeloops). Now just trying to pass the now constantly resetting time??????? Has currently made it up to Thunderbringer & is feeling a bit less apathetic towards his crew plus just feels like switching things up from them dying again lol heâs very numb rn so:
decides heâs feeling for some âThere Are Other Waysâ type activity (minus the attempted murder,,,, tho-), precedes to seduce Zeus n get whisked away to be bed, while crew is now being blown towards home, with a lot of shet 2 think about rn ggggfff but anyway & just when Zeus is smugly revealing his big ahh dick, he expects Odyâ to be wide eyed, maybe a bit horrified on âhow is that suppose to fit????â, only to look down and. The mortal is just. Staring blankly (almost boredâ) at his member, bc, heâs seen it before, taken it before, & at first, in those first few sexy encounter! Loops, it had been overwhelming, had felt rlly big & full inside of him,, but now???.
Odyâsâ body remembered the fullness, the stretch, the overstimulation, the ridiculous feeling of power radiating from it, matching who it belonged to hahaja- & now knew how to take it without nearly,,,,, any problem lmao.
it gets even more weird & a bit distressing 4 Zeus when heâs like âoooooookay- ehemanyways- I can still work w/ this & get the usual reactionsâ n starts doing the usual (to Odysseus âroutineâ) preparation n teasing. Is barely started when Odyâ silently huffs, still very bored, reaches out and grabs Zeusâs cock, lifts himself up towards the King of Gods while smoothly positioning said wiener :) to be right under his hole, & before Zeus can get a word out due to mental buffering (knew this bitch had balls but whatâ), he slides down onto his dick in one swift motion.
this has also happened w/ Poseidon. W/ both of them in fact, in Loops before :333333.
cue, the literal-out-of-the-Loop(s) crisis from Zeus :Dđ«¶đ«¶đ«¶. (one of the many to be expected from everyone lolo)
,,idk I jst want feral man baffling dem Gods, & in general:
turning up the Monstertm to. 16.
(technically) cannibalising Deities :3.
looking at his whole crew dying like đ.
trolling crew w/ Demigod uncannyness. Especially in serious situations.
using said Demigodness to fuck around, explore, be free & feral :D.
beat the shit out of Calypso.
beat the shit out of sea monsters.
doing the crouching cryptid pose, freaky yellow glowing eyes & all :3.
more murder.
other morally fucked stuff idk yet <].
#shitpost#bullshit to keep me going âŸïžâš#epic zeus#epic the musical#epic fandom#epic odysseus#epic poseidon#feral behaviour mentioned#Tw nsft#tw size difference#tw implied violence#tw implied death#zeusseus#odysseus x zeus#odysseus x poseidon#odyseidon#mentioned anyway#time loop#Feral! Odysseus#Feral Odysseus#Lmao I luv pulling the Timeloop A.U on my fav characters like#Yes please do suffer & become batshit insane#tw implied sex#thunderclap#salty#would put their poly ship names but. I donât have enough room i think#Pure crack right here ha#Odysseus in the blender (suffer :)) AKA Timeloop A.U#Also technically#manwhore au
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using this to show goyim the kind of stuff jews face
brief note: for quotes, some were replying to other users. Because I do not want them to be harassed, I have removed their name when it appears, and if that bothers you, you are welcome to make a world where I don't need to worry about that. I have also generally not mentioned the name of the antisemites, although in some cases I have, generally if the rhetoric was ridiculously antisemitic and/or I considered it worth flagging so Jews would know they should probably block that user.
further brief note: trigger warnings obviously apply here.
even briefer note: this is a long post
These are actual quotes, by the way.
ACTUAL GODDAMN QUOTES
For reference, here is my post in its entirety:
why are jews skeptical of antizionism? a guide for gentiles I'd be ok with the notion Israel wasn't needed if y'all could be trusted not to fuck it up when Jews needed somewhere to flee. But last time (to put it politely) you fucked it up real bad, and six million Jews died. Fundamentally, antizionism is asking Jews to put our lives in the hands of the same people who saw us screaming for help, who knew that death awaited us, and did all of nothing. Nada. Nil. (As demonstrated by the recent Amsterdam pogrom, Israel is totally ok and often proactive in flying Jews out. Around the same time as Palestinians were being exiled, Jews from all over the Arab world were being driven out in similar numbers. The reason you don't hear about that refugee crisis? Israel accepted them, without complaint or delay or objection, just urgency.) Pardon us for being a bit skeptical of your assertions that it won't happen again when a constant theme throughout our history has been it happening again. This is a slightly modified form of an older, longer, post's tags/tldr.
and the tags:
jumblr, jewish, jewblr, antisemitism, judaism, israel, jewish tumblr, tw antisemitism, anti zionism, shoah mention, tw shoah, amsterdam, amsterdam pogrom, jewish history.
Nothing horribly unreasonable. I made no comments on Gaza. I said I supported the existence of the state of Israel, which is different from supporting its policies. Regardless of what China does to Uyghurs, Uyghurs can and should not take over all of China. You would not be able to reasonably make an inference on my support, or lack thereof, for Israel's conduct in Gaza.
Here are some of the replies in the chat. Bolding is mine.
Israel only exists because the us gave asylum, ended the war and created israel. To turn around and say they did nothing is a gross mistelling of history but i get it, youre jewish. Rewriting history to glorify yourself and demonize everyone else is the cornerstone of your culture
âPogromâ đ so fucking disrespectful to the actual casualties of historical pogroms around the world. Your football fans couldnât handle not being racist for five minutes. That shit may fly in Israel but not in Europe. [from a non Jew, seemingly; by the way, the pogrom, which has been widely called such by Jews and was called "reminiscent of a pogrom" by Deborah Lipstadt, current US Special Envoy to Combat Antisemitism, was premediated, before any of that happened, and as I've said before, even if someone is wearing a Trump 2024 shirt and jabbers about woke threats to the country, that is not an excuse to throw them in an almost-freezing river and not let them out until they say "Harris Walz 2024!"]
Why don't you look at your fucking religion for the foot if your problems and you think that you are now safe in occupied Palestine? We are going to sweep you back like garbage. Hi and get your revenge from those who turned you into soap [note that later they say they're Semitic. Those who turned us into soap were European. They're not the same. Unless they're saying Palestinians were Nazis...?]
I'm actually saying the username here, because Jews should immediately put them on their blocklist: michmanbiker. Also from Michmanbiker after I called them antisemitic:
Anti Jewish!!!! I am Semite [sic] and 99 % of Jews are slav mongrels. So cut the bullshit
[I should note here that:
Regardless of its original meaning, antisemitic now means anti-Jewish. It's like how "slave" was originally a synonym of Slav, but you'd be laughed out of the room if you referred to them as synonyms today.
Most Israelis are not Ashkenazi--from central/Eastern Europe, where Slavs live. Most of them are Sephardim -- from Spain, generally living in the Middle East for centuries before being driven out due to an outbreak of antisemitism following the foundation of the State of Israel
Both Sephardim and Ashkenazim are recognizably Middle Eastern genetically
Considering the historical situation in which Jews lived - frequently killed, dispersed as slaves, et cetera - and Judaism frowning on intermarriage and having few converts, it is reasonable to assume that a fair portion of that ancestry is from rape. It's also worth flagging that traditionally Jewish status is passed on from the mother, because the Romans raped so many Jewish women that the rabbis changed it, and there has been a whole book written about gendered violence [read: sexual violence] in the pogroms, as well as one about sexual violence in the Holocaust. This is effectively blaming Jews for being raped.]
EDIT two days later (November 26, 2024): I got a new one! A user, youngsuitrunaway, posted the following:
How tf did I get this dirty disgusting primitive idea of pro Zionism in my recommended
One user said the following about Israel:
I go into youre property and say i want the half of it
This superficially sounds reasonable. As I replied, it is not:
No. Two people are living in a region. One is lesser in number because they were *forcibly exiled as slaves*. A neutral group draws up a plan for two states. One group accepts it. The other group, aided by every other country around them, rejects it and attempts to destroy the other group. Miraculously, the smaller group not only survives, but takes some land. (It also loses some - Jews were expelled from the Jewish Quarter of Jerusalem following the first war).
From thegreatkhan, who I am again naming because they seem fairly active and at first glance reasonably innocuous in name and description:
How about you stop playing victim and just admit that the world is fucking tired of Israel atrocities?
I replied,
you realize that it's not inherent to a state of Israel? Zionism does not imply being a supporter of every action of Israel. It means being a supporter of the fact that Israel gets to exist. It's like confusing "Americanism" (to coin a phrase), which properly refers to "yes, the United States of America gets to exist" with "from 2017-early 2021 you supported every single action taken by the US government!!!". Or, for you (since you're Spanish), confusing thinking that Spain as a country should exist with supporting the Spanish Inquisition.
Instead of engaging with this, he repeated the precise same thing.
And
Isrelies are not a fucking marginalized community. If they were a marginalized community they would not be getting billions in help from the United States. [note that he's conflating Israel with Jews]
Considering your [not mine; this was in a reply to another user] post about the dropout apology, I don't care much about whatever you have to say. Israel is committing genocide, and supporting the existence of Israel in any way shape or form is the same as supporting said genocide. [So if I think Myanmar should not have been colonized by the British, I'm supporting the Rohingya genocide?] If people believe that the land of Israel belongs to them for some kind of special gift or god [that's not why I said it should exist - I am agnostic] then that's their problem. Nobody is special, and there's no excuse to go around stealing houses and land then claiming you are the victim. I desire the worst for anyone that supports Israel, whatever their background. [I have yet to see any examples of thegreatkhan harassing Evangelical Christian users, who are generally also pro-Israel. If that's false, I welcome corrections. But when you only harass Jews, instead of the much, much, larger Evangelical Christian segment of Zionism, it comes off as sketchy]
Michmanbiker drops in:
Jews are not a race they are a religion [we're both, it's called an ethnoreligion, it's fascinating!], a filthy one at that, 99% of Jews don't have one drop of Semite blood in their veins. The whole premise for that abhorrent thing you call Israel is based on a lie. Everything Jewish is a lie including Jews being Jews as you are all sons and daughters of Shikshas. Your common traits are cowardly, evil meek and weak. I guess that makes you a people.
Switching back to thegreatkhan's better concealed antisemitism (michmanbiker is actually fairly weird, their rhetoric is closer to rightwing antisemitism, but they are clearly left-wing. Evidence in support of the horseshoe theory):
How about you isrelies stop committing genocide? It's a pet peeve of mine, sorry.
This is my response:
I...I'm not Israeli. I've never even been to Israel. The only way for you to infer that I'm Israeli from this post is to have a) not looked at my profile, where I say I am a Pittsburgher, and you may not realize this but PITTSBURGH IS NOT IN ISRAEL, which is in itself ok, and b) assumed that everyone Jewish [or Zionist, I forgot to mention that] is Israeli. I have no more ability to influence Bibi than you do. I am not a citizen of Israel and, despite y'all, I am not planning on becoming one soon. I have never been to Palestine. I don't see how I could possibly be committing genocide. Oh, that's right! You equate all Jews with Israelis! Gee, that's not antisemitic. Hey, while we're doing this - how the hell do you justify supporting the Spanish Inquisition, which you clearly do, since you're Spanish [it's in his profile]? How about Spanish colonization? What do you think of Columbus's genocidal actions? Very hypocritical of you to support genocide (what do you think Columbus did, what are you, brainwashed) when it's the Spanish doing it, but hate it when it's the Jews. Spain shouldn't exist, it should all be given to the Basques. All Spanish people (except for the Basques of course) are devils (hey, you called Israelis that [no, I'm not joking, I wish I was joking], it's not like genocide is any less bad when it's in the past)! Oh and by the way I'm not anti-Spanish cause ACKSHULLY Spanish can also refer to Basques and I'm pro-Basque."
thegreatkhan completely missed the point and replied
I actually left Spain years ago [so you were there, which means my extremeness was slightly more justified than yours], and never looked back, and I'm working hard, (through legal means, and not just arriving at a new place and throwing someone out of their house like isrelies do [Tel Aviv was founded legally, most of them were founded legally, after purchasing land, and this was after we had been thrown out of our house - right of return, anyone?]) to bring my dad over. I'm a Spanish republican, and andalucian. I do believe that Basque country should be independent [christ, it was an example!], same as many of other Spanish counties that have been for centuries treated like shit by the central fascist government of franco. Unlike isrelies, i actually work hard to put my money where my mouth is, but I can't expect a tribe of child killers and rapists to comprehend that.
(The child killer argument, by the way, was frequently used to justify violence against Jews in the MIddle Ages. Worth flagging.)
All of this on a post that mentioned supporting the existence of a country. For no other country are supporting the country's existence and actions conflated. If someone says that they don't think Russia should be invaded and taken over by Finland, we don't accuse them of supporting Putin and genocide in Ukraine. If someone says that they don't think Eritrea should be invaded by Ethiopia, we don't accuse them of supporting what's been called the African North Korea. If someone says Afghanistan shouldn't be taken over by Pakistan, we don't accuse them of supporting the Taliban. If someone says why they don't support the British taking over Myanmar (again), we don't accuse them of supporting the Rohingya genocide. If someone says they don't think France should recolonize Mauritania, we don't accuse them of supporting slavery (Mauritania being the last country to outlaw slavery, in the 1980s, and, according to some estimates, a fifth of their population is enslaved). If they don't think the UK should conquer Iran, we don't accuse them of supporting sharia law and despising women. If they say Turkey shouldn't take over Saudi Arabia, we don't accuse them of hating women.
In fact, in many of those cases, it doesn't come up. It's accepted: of course Tibetans shouldn't run China, of course Russia has a right to exist, even if it commits atrocities.
All of those countries I listed--Russia, China, Eritrea, Afghanistan, Myanmar, Mauritania, Iran, Saudi Arabia--are committing human rights abuses, sometimes genocide. But you still don't need to explain why China and Myanmar deserve to exist.
#jumblr#jewblr#jewish#antisemitism#judaism#jewish tumblr#tw antisemitism#leftist antisemitism#israel#human rights#anti zionism#harassment#leftist hypocrisy#long post
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Hi!! Could you do one in which Em meets reader's parents and he's nervous they won't like him and keep asking reader how to dress, what to say or do??
nervous - eminem
fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers
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synopsis: Marshall's nervous about meeting Y/N's parents.
A/N: had a lot of fun writing this one! I know my chapters are short and stuff, but I hope that soon I'll be able to get one out that's super duper long for you guys!
Marshall had never imagined heâd be sitting on his bedroom floor, surrounded by piles of his best clothes and shoes, all for a girl. Well, not a girl; the girl. Y/N was his diamond, his crown jewel. He adored her in every way possible, which is why he was stressing so hard over meeting her parents. This was a very big deal to him; if her parents didnât like him, what would come of the relationship?Â
-Fuck it.Â
Thatâs what he kept muttering to himself as he dialed Y/Nâs number in his phone. It rang once, twice, three times, and finallyâŠ
-Hello?
-Hey baby.
-Oh, hey, Marsh! Whatâs up?
-So, I was picking out what I was gonna wear tonight when I realized that I have nothing!
-Youâre so dramatic, you have a huge closet! Youâll find something in there.
She was right. He had a plethora of clothes in various styles. There had to be at least one decent outfit somewhere among the mass of fabric tainting the cleanliness of his bedroom. Sadly, he still thought none of it was good enough.
-I actually donât. Nothing here is nice enough to wear to meet your parents.
-Marshall, my parents arenât some strict, stick-up-the-ass, crazy people. They donât really care about what youâre wearing as long as you donât look homeless.
-Have you seen what I wear? I do look homeless!
-No⊠you look like a classy homeless man. Thereâs a difference.
-Baby, Iâm serious. Iâm real stressed here.
Y/N sighed at his apprehension. He truly was ridiculous at times.Â
-What do you want me to do about it?
-Well, can you come over?
-Fine. Be there in 10.
Y/N hopped in her car after throwing on some clothes and took off. She herself needed to get ready, but that need not be mentioned. Sheâd figure it out. Once she pulled into his driveway, she saw him standing at the door, visibly anxious. Y/N stepped out of the car and greeted Marshall.
-Hey, baby.
-Hey. Help me please.
He sort of jogged up the stairs and led her to his bedroom. Y/N audibly gasped at the mess heâd made. Clothes strewn all over the floor, shoes on the table, perfumes thrown on his bed, the man was a wreck.Â
-Good god.
-I know. I have a bit of a mess. But, ignore that. Can you help me pick everything?
-Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Marshall went through the mess finding outfit after outfit. Y/N said all of them were fine, but he wanted his outfit to be great. At this point, Y/N was saying they were great just to get him off her ass. She was running out of time to get ready.Â
-Baby donât lie to me! Tell me if the clothes are actually good, please.
Y/N groaned and stood up from her spot on the bed. She went over to the pile farthest from them and grabbed a nice shirt. Then, she went over to a pile of jeans on the other end of the floor and picked up a pair of jeans that were nice and hadnât touched the floor yet. Next, she found the shoe pile and grabbed a matching pair of nice jordans and a nice smelling perfume in the pile next to them. She put it all together in front of Marshall and his jaw dropped slightly.Â
-Wha⊠how did you�
-Magic. Y/N shrugged. She finally went over to the closet and grabbed the nicest clothes she could find from the small and, quite frankly, lacking collection of clothes she kept at Marshallâs house.
-Wow, baby. You look⊠great.
Marshall looked like a man reborn; a phoenix reborn from the ashes. He was a new man. He looked classy and spiffed up. He wore nice jewelry and a nice watch, but not so nice as to draw attention or to gloat upon his success.Â
-Thanks, you donât look too bad yourself.
Y/N smiled as Marshall grabbed her hand and guided her to his car. She knew that her parents would love him no matter what, but she still liked teasing him and making him work for it.Â
-Well, are we going?
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First of all thank you SO MUCH for being a safe space to be critical of the new arcane season. I wanted to love it. I really really did. But thereâs just too much I canât look past. Itâs nice to have a blog I can scroll through where everyone is in a similar boat.
The more I think about it the more I take issue with the concept behind episode 7. Donât get me wrong from a stand-alone perspective itâs the best episode in the new season and had my favorite moments. But the more I think about the more it feelsâŠicky. Iâm absolutely not opposed to seeing a well adjusted Powder I love Jinx and her tragedy is the hardest hitting part of the show for me. That said, season 1 gave me the impression that powder was always going to grow up âbadâ due to the circumstances she was born into.
Even from the beginning, we see she experiences psychosis, and likely other unnamed mental conditions (I resonate most with the idea of her having bpd.) OBLIGATORY mental illness OBVIOUSLY does not make you a bad personâI deal with a lot of them myselfâbut Powder was growing up in a situation where the world was against her. She was in a triggering environment that exacerbated her mental health issues. In my opinion, Powderâs tragedy was about how the situation she was born into took a vulnerable young girl, chewed her up, and spit her out as a âmonster.â
Then we get episode 7 where⊠everything is ok?? Donât get me started on the peace between zaun and piltover its ridiculous and thatâs all been said. The scenes on the bridge especially irk me WHY are people so freely traveling between the two cities what happened to the classism WHERE IS THE SOCIOECONOMIC INEQUALITY??
To return to Powder, I get what they were going for. I do. I personally have OCD that only flares up when my mental health is bad and is mostly unnoticeable otherwise. I get that one episode isnât much time to explore things, but I take issue that after LOSING HER SISTER powder would just? Be okay??? Well adjusted?? Maybe Iâm biased. One of my favorite things about Jinx are her struggles with mental healthâit hits close to home. It hurts to see Arcane mostly drop that in the second season. Does au!Powder have psychosis episodes? Does she ever hallucinate Vi? What about her abandonment issues? It feels so cheap to me to say actually if Powder had never accidentally blown up her family she would have been completely healthy and fine actuallyâher path to becoming Jinx always always had a societal problem at the root of it.
And maybe youâll say well powder has a better support system so of course sheâs doing fine and I can almost accept that⊠except for the apparent peace between piltover and zaun?? ARCANE WHERE IS THE SOCIOECONOMIC INEQUALITY YOU CANNOT TELL ME YOU FORGOT? Sheâs not facing the same kind of discrimination and hardship that main universe Jinx experienced and that made her story so compelling. Now again, one episode isnât much to explore and perhaps she has issues bubbling under the surface, but it feels strange to completely drop that part of her character in favor of everyone is happy and fine and alive (except vi fuck you vi).
Tldr; Jinxâs story stood out to me as a tragedy about how a bad environment can exacerbate already present mental health issues. She was ALWAYS doomedâshe did not have the kind of support and care she needed. Jinxâs problem was never that ooooooog trauma (and silcoâs parenting) made her evil. Jinxâs problem is that the world simply doesnât give a fuck about her and throws her to the wolves. You can remove the trauma from the Powder, but you canât ever forget that sheâs living on the underside of Piltoverâs boot.
I can see what they were going for with well-adjusted powder and donât get me wrong I LOVED her she was so cute. But in combination with some of the other uhhh decisions this season made it just feels like a cop out. Her issues with mental health are nonexistent and yay piltover doesnât hate poor people anymore, isnt that great? If I could change even one thing Iâd give her a little psychosis episode in the scene where Ekko questions her about VIâs deathâtying her back to Jinx and causing Ekko to break down the boundaries even more between his mental schema of Powder vs Jinx.
Also donât even get me started on how Iâve seen some people in the fandom respond. Iâve already seen âawwww ekko shouldâve gotten to keep sane!jinxâ which. HELLO???
Np~ I am glad to share people's thoughts with the world!! It's nice to read similar thoughts and opinions to your own.
Yeah T.T I enjoyed the p so much, but it was still riddled with the same issues that plagued the rest of the season. The largest is definitely the fact that none of the kids had proper childhoods because the system they live under doesn't allow them peace. You are so right on Powder's episodes - when Ekko started pressuring her and she told him to get out before she does something she'll regret, I legit thought we were about to witness one. She had the body language and the tone of someone who IS about to go off, but then she... Just didn't... Add to that the unrealistic economic situation, which I've already ranted about, and you remove the two unshakeable factors which contributed to Jinx' downfall. Once again the writers are forgetting that the characters didn't start having issues in s1e1, but were suffering long before the show started.
The point of the episode is sort of Dynasties and Dystopia 2: Electric Boogaloo, in that it's dedicated to Ekko's mental separation between Powder and Jinx breaking down. But where in the first instance the breaking came from a really organic place - him realizing mid-battle she remembers their childhood friendship as well as he does - this time it's much simpler. Like. Of COURSE he would start caring for her again if he met her under the most perfect circumstances, where loving her is super duper easy. Letting Powder exhibit her "Jinx"ish tendencies more often would have been a much more interesting situation. I did appreciate the ones she'd had - creating a Vi doll, treating her like she's still alive - but it could have gone even further imo.
As for those saying he should have gotten to keep her as Powder... No what. The point of the episode was that the Powder he'd met made him miss the Jinx he'd known. He wasn't tempted to stay in the perfect world (akhem Heimerdinger akhem) because none of those people could understand him. It's the reason he trusted Vi despite her suspicious return to the Undercity - he can't help but feel connected to those who went through the same trauma he had back then. And that's my fav aspect of why he still cares about Jinx - for the longest time, the two of them were the only survivors of THEIR Undercity. She chose Silco, but she was still the only one who could understand his pain, even across enemy lines. I missed this in s2, too. He said he'd given up on the Undercity becoming a better place, which is bs, he absolutely never did. The only thing he'd given up was her!! SO the speech really should have been about that, and the alienation he'd felt.
In short, I don't really think the episode should have had a "perfect" AU to show Ekko a lesson. It would have been much more interesting to keep it realistic. But oh well, I suppose that's just the chorus of s2
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A quiet shift
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where Liam starts distancing himself as his mind has led him to believe that the reader feels summat for Noel, the reader helps him to understand that he's actually the one for her.
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Youâd always been caught in the middle of the Gallagher brothers. Not in a dramatic wayâmost of the time, anywayâbut in that strange, chaotic balance they both seemed to keep. You were mates with both, though in different ways.
For months now, youâd been growing closer to Liam. There was an ease about him that felt like homeâwell, when he wasnât winding you up for fun. He had this knack for making you laugh when you needed it most, for knowing exactly what to say to brighten your day. Somewhere along the way, the laughs and the banter shifted into something more, though neither of you dared to admit it.
But then, something changed.
At first, it was little things. Liam didnât call you "love" as often, nor did he call you at random times of the day just to make you laugh. Then, when youâd pop over to see him, heâd make an excuse to stay busy, the warmth of your conversations cooling into something awkward and distant. The banter, the light-hearted insults, and that signature Liam energyâit all seemed to drain away. Youâd catch him watching you sometimes, but when youâd look his way, heâd turn away like nothing happened.
Youâd tried to brush it off, thinking maybe he was just having an off week. But weeks turned into over a month, and the pit in your stomach only grew heavier. It wasnât just that you missed him; it was the way heâd gone cold without explanation. You started overthinking every interaction. Did you say something wrong? Was he annoyed at you for some reason?
One afternoon, after a particularly awkward encounter where Liam barely acknowledged you, you found yourself pacing in Noelâs kitchen while he leaned lazily against the counter, sipping on a brew.
âWhatâs up with you then?â Noel asked, raising a brow. âYouâre wearinâ a hole in me floor, stomping about like that.â
You stopped, crossing your arms. âItâs Liam. Heâs been acting... weird. Like, properly weird.â
Noel smirked, already amused. âWeird how? He finally grown a brain?â
You shot him a look, but he just shrugged.
âHeâs been avoiding me,â you admitted, biting your lip. âWonât talk like he used to. Barely even looks at me and I donât know what Iâve done.â
Noel took another sip of tea, clearly holding back a laugh. âYou? Nah, you ainât done owt. Heâs probably just beinâ his usual daft self.â
âThatâs not helpful, Noel.â
âLook,â Noel said, setting down his mug, âLiamâs stupid. Like, properly thick, always has been, always will be. He probably thinks you and me have summat goinâ on.â
You blinked at him, stunned. âMe and you? Thatâs ridiculous, he surely doesn'tâ
âYeah, I know that,â Noel said, chuckling. âBut him? He sees you hanginâ round here, havinâ a laugh with me, and his brain turns to mush. He gets all shy when heâs actually feelinâ summat for someone, yâknow.â
Your cheeks flushed. âHeâhe feels something for me you think?â
âOh, for fuckâs sake,â Noel muttered, rubbing his temples. âItâs so obvious it hurts. Heâs just too much of a muppet to say owt.â
The pieces started falling into place, and a mix of relief and frustration flooded through you, although you were still doubtful of Noel's theory. After all reading Liam wasn't the easiest of tasks.
âWell,â you said, taking a deep breath, âIâm gonna have to talk to him either way, arenât I?â
Noel raised a brow. âGood luck with that. Râkidâs as stubborn as a mule. But, hey, might be worth it, just donât tell him I helped, yeah? Canât have him thinkinâ Iâm nice or owt.â
You laughed despite yourself, feeling a slight spark of hope for the first time in weeks.
The next evening, you found yourself standing outside Liamâs bedroom door, nerves rattling your chest. Youâd rehearsed what to say a hundred times on the way over, but now, staring at the scuffed wood of the door, every word had fled your mind.
Still, you couldnât back out nowânot after everything. Summoning your courage, you raised your hand and knocked. A shuffling noise came from inside, and after a moment, the door creaked open.
Liam stood there, dressed in a plain T-shirt and jeans, his hair slightly disheveled. He didnât flash that cheeky grin youâd come to expect, nor did he give his usual âAlright, love?â Instead, he just nodded slightly and stepped aside to let you in, his silence hitting you harder than any insult could.
You walked in, your eyes scanning the familiar room. The bed was unmade, a few discarded records lay scattered on the floor, and a small pile of clothes lay in the corner. Usually, the space felt warm but now, it felt muted, the weight of Liam's distance pressing down on you.
He stayed by the door, arms crossed as he leaned back against the frame, avoiding your gaze. The air between you was tense, heavy with unspoken words.
You took a deep breath, sitting on the edge of his bed. âAlright, spill it,â you said, your voice sharper than you intended. âWhatâs going on with you?â
âNowtâs goinâ on,â he mumbled, not moving from his spot.
âDonât give me that,â you snapped, frustration bubbling to the surface. âYouâve been avoiding me for weeks, Liam. You barely talk to me, you donât even joke around anymore. Itâs like I donât even know you right now.â
He shifted uncomfortably, still not meeting your eyes. âYouâre makinâ a big deal out of nothinâ, love.â
âNothinâ?â you repeated, your voice rising. âYouâve practically shut me out, Liam! Do you know how much thatâs messed with me head? Iâve been sitting here thinking Iâve done something wrong, that Iâve somehow fucked this up without even knowing it.â
âItâs not like that,â he said quickly, finally glancing at you. His voice defensive, his posture stiff, only fueling your frustration.
âThen what is it like?â you demanded, standing up now, unable to stay still. âBecause Iâm at me witâs end, Liam. Youâre the most important person in me life, and I feel like Iâm losing you. Do you even care how much thatâs hurt?â
Your voice cracked on the last word, and before you could stop yourself, tears started streaming down your cheeks. You hated cryingâespecially in front of himâbut the weeks of bottled-up emotions had finally burst free.
Liamâs head shot up at the sound of your voice breaking, his defensive walls crumbling in an instant. âOh, fuck,â he muttered under his breath, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward you. âDonâtâdonât cry, love.â
But you couldnât stop. You sat back down on the bed, burying your face in your hands, the sobs shaking your shoulders. âIt does matter, Liam,â you choked out, your voice muffled. âIâm so lost. I donât know whatâs happening, and it hurts so much to lose you.â
Liam crouched in front of you now, his hands hovering awkwardly as if he didnât know whether he was allowed to touch you. âHey,â he said softly, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. âCâmon now, donât... donât cry. Please.â
When you didnât look up, he sighed and hesitantly placed a hand on your knee. âIâm sorry, alright? Iâm sorry for beinâ a knob. Just... look at me, yeah?â
Reluctantly, you lowered your hands, your tear stained face meeting his wide, worried eyes. âWhy, Liam?â you whispered. âWhy have you been like this?â
He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. âI thought... I thought you and Noel had summat goinâ on.â
You blinked at him, utterly confused. âMe and Noel?â you repeated, your voice incredulous. âWhat the hell gave you that idea?â You said not believing Noel's theory to actually hold true.
He shrugged, looking down at the floor. âDunno. Youâre always round his gaff, laughinâ at his shite jokes. Figured I was just gettinâ in the way.â
Your jaw dropped, and despite the raw emotions swirling in your chest, you let out a disbelieving laugh. âYouâre a fucking moron, Liam.â
He flinched, misinterpreting your tone, and started to pull back. But before he could, you grabbed his hand, holding him in place. âNo, listen to me,â you said firmly, your voice steady now. âYouâre a moron because you couldâve just asked. Instead, youâve been torturing me for weeks over something that doesnât even exist.â
His brows furrowed. âSo... you and him... thereâs nowt going on?â
âOf course not!â you exclaimed, giving his shoulder a light shove. âNoelâs like... like an annoying older brother. And he thinks youâre a muppet, by the way, for getting this in your head.â
A flicker of his old self returned as a sheepish smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. âWouldnât be wrong, would he?â
You rolled your eyes, but the sight of that smile sent a wave of relief washing over you. âNo, he wouldnât. But youâre me muppet, alright? And if you ever pull this shite again, Iâll knock some sense into you.â
For the first time in weeks, Liam let out a proper laughâa warm, hearty sound that filled the room. âFair play,â he said, his voice softer now. âIâm sorry, love. I dunno what I was thinkinâ. Just got scared, I guess. Thought Iâd lose you either way.â
âWell, youâre stuck with me,â you said, giving him a watery smile. âso get that through your thick skull.â
His grin widened, the mischievous glint returning to his eyes. âStuck with me, eh? Lucky you.â
You shook your head, laughing despite yourself. âDonât make me regret this.â
Before you could say anything else, Liam pulled you into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around you like he never wanted to let go. You melted into him, the weeks of tension and confusion finally slipping away.
As you pulled back slightly, he tilted his head, his nose brushing against yours. âCan I...?â he started, his voice uncharacteristically shy.
You didnât let him finish. Closing the gap, you pressed your lips to his, the kiss warm and full of all the emotions youâd been holding back. When you finally broke apart, he smirked down at you.
âKnew you fancied me,â he teased, his energy back to normal.
You swatted his arm playfully. âDonât push it, Gallagher.â
But as he leaned in for another kiss, you couldnât help but smile. It was good to have your Liam back as a friend and summat more now.
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me daft brain totally left this one sittin' in the drafts... So massive apologies to the person who asked for this a while back. But itâs here now, so I hope it was at least worth the wait. Proper sorry again, and if you wanna throw another request my way, Iâll sort ya with a priority pass xx
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Sex On Wheels. | Dabi x Hawks đ¶đ„đŠ
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 unfortunatelyâŠhero 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 moreâŠâpersonality.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 thenâŠthereâs 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 whoâŠ
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 thisâŠyou 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.
ââŠsomething 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 isâŠslutty.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 meâŠslutty?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 faceâŠor if he wants toâŠkiss 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 feelâŠtighter. Keigo is an absolute sucker for teasing and dirty talk. And with all that Dabiâs saying to him right nowâŠwell, 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 aâŠâ Dabi snorts. âWeird, pierced sort of way?â What little air lies between them crackles with electricity.
âWellâŠâ 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 gonnaâŠShit thatâs good! Iâm gonna cumâŠâ 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 dunnoâŠI 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 directlyâŠwell 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 cockâŠhe 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 honestlyâŠhe 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 guessâŠwe 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.
ââŠis 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 wheelsâŠmaybe 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 maybeâŠâ
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 toâŠhook 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 sorryâŠâ Hawks says boldly as he fishes his specialty headphones out of the duffle and hangs them around his neck. ââŠDid I not just give you the best head of your life? I assumed youâd want a follow up. Or better yetâŠâ 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 thereâŠwell 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. âŠAnd 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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dressed to impress
bf!matt x fem!reader
″ mdni, smut, angst, p in v, jealousy, dom!matt, and more
″ you help matt and his brothers with their dress to impress video and decide to tease matt until he doesn't think its funny anymoreâŠ
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The camera blinked red, signaling it was recording. Matt, Nick, and Chris stood in front of their kitchen counter, their usual lively banter filling the air. Todayâs video idea was one of Nickâs: Dress to Impress IRL. The challenge was simpleârotate through different themes, pick out an outfit that fits, and see who gets voted the best. The twist? Mattâs girlfriend, you, was joining them as a guest judge and participant.
âAlright, first theme: Beach day!â Nick announced, holding up a card with dramatic flair.
Chris rolled his eyes. âOriginal, Nick.â
âHey, itâs classic!â Nick shot back.
You laughed, standing just out of frame as the boys began scrambling for their outfits. âI canât wait to see how ridiculous you all look.â
âOh, youâre participating too,â Matt said, pointing at you with a smirk. âNo slacking.â
You mock-saluted. âYes, sir.â
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The beach theme went off without a hitch. Nick emerged in swim trunks, sunglasses, and an added striped beach towel for an accessory. Chris had opted for a more ridiculous lookâa bucket hat, beach shirt, and goggles around his neck. Matt had gone for a simple yet stylish combo of swim trunks and a straw hat, while you wore a bright sundress over your bikini.
âIâm definitely winning this round,â Chris said confidently, striking a dramatic pose.
âAbsolutely not,â Nick argued. âYou look ridiculous.â
âMy outfit is what you would wear to the airport before the beach!â Chris retorted.
Matt laughed, leaning against the counter. âAlright, Y/N, who wins?â
You pretended to think, tapping your chin. âIâm gonna give this one to⊠Nick. Mostly because he committed.â
Nick whooped as Chris groaned.
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As the rounds went on, the competition heated up. Themes like Rock Concert and Mix Matched Madness brought out a mix of creativity and chaos. You were having the time of your life, but you couldnât resist teasing Matt here and thereâespecially since he seemed to get adorably flustered every time you outshined him in a round.
Then came the theme: First Date.
The brothers scattered, diving into their rooms to pull together their outfits. You took your time, knowing exactly what you wanted to wearâa sweet, flowy dress⊠with a little surprise underneath.
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When you all reconvened, Nick was the first to reveal his outfit. âBoom,â he said, stepping out in a blazer and jeans. âSimple, classic, charming.â
Chris followed, wearing a leather jacket and black pants. âMysterious bad boy vibe,â he declared.
Matt emerged next, wearing a sharp button-up shirt and slacks. He looked effortlessly handsome, his casual confidence making your heart skip a beat.
Finally, it was your turn. You stepped into the frame, twirling your dress with a grin. âWhat do you think?â
The boys clapped and nodded approvingly, but Mattâs eyes lingered a little longer.
âVery classy,â Nick said.
âDefinitely beats Chrisâs rock concert look,â Matt teased, earning a glare from his brother.
But as the boys debated their rankings, you leaned close to the camera and tugged your dress slightly, just enough to reveal the lacy red strap of the lingerie beneath.
Mattâs eyes darkened instantly.
âY/N,â he said lowly, his tone half-warning, half-exasperated.
You shot him an innocent smile. âWhat?â
Nick and Chris, oblivious, were already heading to their rooms to change for the next round. The moment they disappeared, Matt turned to you, stepping closer.
âYou know Iâm holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, donât push your luck,â he murmured, his voice a rough whisper that sent shivers down your spine.
Your grin widened. âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
He gave you a look that promised payback, but you just laughed, turning away to prepare for the next round.
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The final theme was Zoom Call, and you decided to up the ante. You chose a matching pajama set that was equal parts cute and daring, the shorts riding up just enough to show off your legs, well, ass.
When you walked back into the room, Mattâs jaw clenched.
âSeriously?â he muttered under his breath.
âWhat?â you asked, feigning innocence as you adjusted the hem.
Nick and Chris reappeared, completely oblivious to the growing tension.
âAlright, letâs do this!â Chris said.
But before the camera could start rolling again, Matt abruptly stood up.
âVideoâs over,â he announced, reaching to shut off the camera.
Nick and Chris both groaned in protest.
âDude, weâre not done yet!â Nick argued.
âYeah, weâre in the middle of filming,â Chris added.
âNot anymore,â Matt said firmly, his eyes never leaving yours.
You bit back a smile as the boys begrudgingly went upstairs, leaving you alone with Matt.
âWhatâs the matter?â you teased, leaning against the counter.
He stepped closer, his hands bracketing you against the counter. âYou know exactly whatâs the matter,â he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Your playful smile softened as you looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. âMaybe I just like seeing you worked up,â you admitted softly.
Suddenly he grabs your arm dragging you down the hallway to his room, a soft gasp leaving your mouth.Â
Matt's room is dark and cold, a sharp contrast to the bright, warm kitchen where we were just filming. He slams the door shut behind you, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. You can feel his eyes on you, burning into your skin as you stand there, unsure of what to do next.
You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. You knew you were playing with fire when you decided to wear this lingerie and shorts, but you didn't think Matt would react like this. You thought he would find it funny, or maybe even a little sexy. But you were wrong.
"I warned you not to tease anymore." Matt's voice is a growl now, his eyes flashing with anger. He steps closer to you, his body towering over your. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and you can't help but feel a little scared.
But there's also something else there, something primal and raw. You can see it in Matt's eyes, and you can feel it in the way he's looking at you. He wants you, and he's not going to stop until he has you.
"Take it off." Matt's voice is a command now, and you find yourself obeying without even thinking about it. You reach around you, taking off the pajama set, letting it fall to the floor. You're standing there in nothing but your lingerie, and you can feel Matt's eyes on you, devouring every inch of your body.
"You're mine." Matt's voice is a whisper now, but it's filled with so much intensity that it feels like a shout. He steps closer to you, his hands reaching out to touch you. You can feel his fingers tracing the curves of your body, and you can't help but shiver with anticipation.
"You shouldn't have misbehaved." Matt's voice is a warning now, and you know he's not playing around anymore. He's serious, and he's not going to stop until he's claimed you as his own.
He grabs you roughly, pulling you into him. You can feel his hard cock pressed against you, and you can't help but moan with desire. Matt's lips are on yours, devouring you with a passion that takes your breath away.
He pushes you onto the bed, his body covering yours. You can feel his hands all over you, touching you in ways that make you gasp with pleasure. He's rough and possessive, and you can't help but love it.
Matt's fingers find their way inside you, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. He's fucking you with his fingers, and you can feel yourself starting to lose control.
"That's it, take it," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "You're so fucking wet for me."
You continue to moan, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body.
"Cum for me." Matt's voice is a command, and you find yourself obeying without even thinking about it. You can feel yourself exploding with pleasure, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.
But Matt doesn't stop there.Â
You could feel his hard length pressing against your entrance, and you knew that he was not going to be gentle. "You're mine," he growled again, his voice raw with need. "I'm going to make you scream my name."
Matt thrust into you, his dick filling you up completely. You cried out as he began to move, his hips pistoning in and out of you. He was rough and possessive, his hands gripping your hips as he took you.
"Take it," he growled, his voice harsh with pleasure. "You shouldn't have misbehaved."
You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge again, your body trembling with pleasure. Matt's thrusts became harder and faster, his body slapping against yours. You cried out as you came again, your body shuddering with pleasure.
Matt followed soon after, his body shuddering as he came inside you. He collapsed on top of you, his breath hot against your neck.
"I think we need to be more careful about what we wear during our videos." Matt's voice is a whisper, and you can feel him smiling against your skin.
"I think you're right." you whisper back, your body still trembling with pleasure.
Matt rolls off of yours, his body spent. You can feel his eyes on you, and you know he's still looking at you with that same intensity. You know he's still claiming me as his own, and you can't help but love it.
"I'm only yours." you whisper, your voice filled with reassurance.
"And I'm only yours." Matt whispers back, his voice filled with the same emotion.
You lay there in silence for a few moments, your bodies entwined. You can feel Matt's heart beating against yours, and you know youâre in it together.Â
"I love you." you whisper, your voice now filled with care.
"I love you too." Matt whispers back, matching your tone.
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#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo#sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo x reader
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You mentioned something I thought about too. Tim killed off Shannon because of the Bvddie fans, but now he regrets it, because he loves the actress (as he keeps saying) and tries everything to bring her back to the show, like with that creepy doppelganger storyline. Goes to show that he does almost everything for the Bvddie fans, and that is just not good showrunning at all.
over the summer he was in a podcast where he called out buddie fans and said he doesn't want to write for people who send him death threats on twitter. but i'm still of the opinion that he's being wishy-washy and needs to crack down harder on the buddie questions from these so called "journalists" and stop baiting the shippers with the fucking couch scenes. it was in 8x06 and 8x08, i know he's online and he's aware of the couch theory (though he said he "doesn't understand it") so like what are you doing man. he as the showrunner, ABC as the network, and whoever's managing 911 socials absolutely NEED to set hard boundaries and limit the engagement on their official pages from buddie fans. like you can't be that desperate for engagement. you saw the flood of GA comments after 8x06. this behaviour has gone unchecked for years and it's ridiculous that they haven't done anything about it sooner, but once lou came back for 7x09 and 7x10, that was the time to shut it all down. because look how it escalated. it's still an ongoing issue, and don't tell me tim did not realise he was giving the "BT bones!" crowd a win with this breakup storyline - even if it's headed in an eventual makeup. honestly i think he's kind of spineless and a mediocre showrunner at best. i hope if the show gets renewed for s9, he fucks off to work on the spinoff and hands the reins back to KR <3
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Charlie was silent for a moment: I'll meet you at your place.
Lucifer pulled the phone away from his ear as his daughter hung up. He sighed and paid for their meal- that Adam didn't even eat.
He was not only embarrassed by everyone staring at him but also that his daughter would have to pick up the pieces. Again.
Lucifer teleported to his mansion. He needed to get everything he needed before Adam got home.
Charlie arrived thirty minutes later, and she basically barged in.
Charlie: Dad! What's going on?
Lucifer: Adam and I... we're doing a separation trail.
Charlie: What? Why? You said everything was going great!
Lucifer: I thought so, too! But Adam was saying that I don't care! I don't listen- I ignore him! Apparently, he had this whole concert thing planned for our anniversary- he never even told me!
Charlie: Wait- you didn't go to the concert?
Lucifer blinked: No?
Charlie: Dad! He told me about it! I told you the date AND location! He even texted it to you-! And you didn't go!?
Lucifer: I just... thought it was nothing- Charlie- I swear, I had no idea!
Charlie shook her head: Dad. Are you even ready for a relationship?
Lucifer: What? Charlie, I'm basically 15,000 years old. Of course I'm ready for a relationship!
Lucifer laughed and started to make them a cup of tea.
Charlie sighed: Just because you're old, doing mean you're emotionally mature enough for a relationship.
Lucifer: Look, Charlie. Adam has had a WAY worse dating history than me, okay? Remember how long I was married for? And it's my marriage to Adam that's going down the drain so quickly?
Charlie narrowed her eyes: What are you saying?
Lucifer: Nothing! I'm just saying that Adam's the one that's had relationship issues- I have a while for nearly 10,000 years, and he hasn't had a steady relationship... well, ever. Lilith didn't like him from the moment they met, Eve was... complicated. So... maybe I'm not the issue here. Ever think about that? Or is this "blame Lucifer" day?
Lucifer waved his hands around before laughing and leaning back against the counter.
Charlie was silent for a moment. She knew her dad could be an idiot but this was ridiculous.
Charlie: ...What colour are Avery's eyes?
Lucifer groaned: Aghh- not you too! Red. Their red.
Charlie: What colour are her cheek circles?
Lucifer: Red again. Obviously.
Charlie: Her eyes are gold and she doesn't have cheek circles- Dad! That's your daughter and you don't know what she looks like!
Lucifer: Of course I do!
Charlie: What color are Adam's horns?
Lucifer blinked: W-What?
Charlie: His horns. What colour are they?
Lucifer: ...I'm fucked, huh?
Charlie: ...Yeah. you're fucked.
Lucifer groaned and rubbed his face. How the fuck has he let it get this bad? He's the king! He can't make ONE marriage work!?
Charlie: But you don't have to be fucked.
Lucifer peaked through his fingers: Huh? I don't?
Charlie: Nope! You can work on yourself! At the hotel!
Lucifer laughed: Oh, Charlie. That's adorable! But I don't need redemption! I'm the Devil!
Charlie: It's not redemption, Dad. Think of it as a wellness center! You'll work on yourself, grow, and learn how to support Avery and Adam! And, you'll learn how to be present.
Lucifer thought about it for a moment. This idea is ridiculous. But he could work.
Lucifer: ...It'll look good, right? With Adam?
Charlie: Really good. That you're trying.
Lucifer: ...even if I don't think I'm 100% the issue?
Charlie: That's a fact, dad. Relationships need both or all people working together. Both you and Adam need to work on each other
Lucifer: ...okay. fuck it, I'll do it!
Separation Trial
@beef-brisket @things-arent-what-they-seem66
Adam tapped his fingers against the table in a distracted manner. He had been there at the restaurant for a while now. Waiting for his...waiting for Lucifer. He needed to talk with Lucifer, he wanted to talk to him at home about it, in private. However, when he asked about meeting him, Lucifer simply nodded his head and said they could meet at this restaurant.
He didn't even take Adamâs idea at eating at home into consideration. Although the place Adam sat currently was upscale and nice it wasnât what he wanted to do. This wasnât where he wanted to haveâŠthe conversation. He sighed to himself as he saw Lucifer approach. He barely even said hello before Lucifer kissed him on the cheek before seating himself.
Lucifer: Hello my dearest, whatâs going on? Whyâd you want to talk at a restaurant? You know we could have talked over the phone. You made it sound so urgent.
Adam took a moment to keep his anger in check. Once again Lucifer wasnât listening.
Adam: What I wanted to talk to you about couldnât be said over the phone. It had to be in person. Lucifer we have been married for three whole years now.
Lucifer: Yeah I know, last week was our anniversary. Donât you remember Addie?
Adam felt his breath hitch and he struggled to not cry then and there. Their third anniversary had been a disaster, he didnât want to go into it. But Adam had would forever hate that day. It was what made him bring this meeting with Lucifer.
Adam: I do remember, and so should you.
Lucifer: But I literally just said that I
Adam: No, Iâm talking about what happened that day. Can you please tell me what happened?
Lucifer was nervous at his husbandâs harsh tone but answered him.
Lucifer: Well, I do remember that both of us were so busy, I with handling a fortis problem, then Charlie called and she needed some help with the hotel, and I didnât get back till late at night. Oh and you had that concert of yours, by the way how was it? I donât think I asked before.
Adam felt his eye twitch.
Adam: It was not JUST a concert Lucifer.
Lucifer: âŠDid something happen at the concert?
Adam: More like what didnât happen.
Lucifer: Did no one applaud you? Were they booing you? Honey donât worry your a great singer, youâll bounce back.
Adam: No, there were no applause nor cheers. Because my audience wasnât there.
Lucifer: Oh, Adam Iâm so sorry.
Adam: You werenât there Lucifer.
Lucifer: What?
Adam: You were not at my concert Lucifer, You were supposed to be there. Because you were meant to be my audience. Because that concert was going to be dedicated to you! It was supposed to be my wedding anniversary present to you!
Lucifer: But, but, but itâs not my fault if you donât tell me in advance!
Adam: Lucifer I told you weeks prior about it. And you always said that youâd be there. But of course you lied.
Lucifer: I didnât lie! Shit came up Adam this isnât my fault. If anything you should have told me before I left that day! On top of that what did you expect me to do? Not do my duty as king. Tell the goetia to handle it themselves!? Say no to my own daughter, your own daughter, I shouldnât have helped her at all?! Geez you can be selfish sometimes.
Adamâs eyes widened at that statement. He was shocked to his seat still. Then slowly he nodded his head in understanding. He was an idiot for ever even considering giving Lucifer a second chance. Taking a deep breath, Adam looked directly into Luciferâs yellow, red eyes and said,
Adam: Lucifer, I want a divorce
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The Time I Tricked Myself
NOT featuring false memories
TW below the cut for RAMCOA
This is not everyone's experience, not everyone will struggle with this, not everyone will find the same answers I have. The point of me sharing this is to talk about how delicate these discussions need to be among abuse victims, and that a lack of access to proper resources and information can make navigating those conversation extremely difficult. There needs to balance and safeties in place, should anyone become triggered for ANY reason.
This is not to make anyone doubt themselves.
It's to point out that if you can, you should have someone LICENSED and well versed in these topics helping you.
DID, at the base of it, is the same whether you experienced severe emotional neglect from your parents or whether you experienced RAMCOA.
Amnesia and self doubt being the two big issues here.
The first time I picked up a book about ritual abuse (like an actual book, not a lecture, or talking to clinicians or professors), I was between therapists and had just recently moved out on my own for the first time.
And online, you see so much... stuff.
I've heard only RAMCOA victims can have:
- PF systems
- Keepers
- Shells
- Number names
- Colour names
- "Designer" alters
- All different types of system travel, from stereotypical system hopping, to alter movement within system
- Alters with certain problems/reactions
Some of these things came up repeatedly in books I've read, but that doesn't mean they're unique to RAMCOA. Symptom severity is a very big difference. Small doses, so to speak.
When I picked up that book and read it, and saw many, many things that I related to, I panicked. For a good year, I genuinely thought I could be a victim.
I don't really remember that period of time, but I did a lot of stupid things. I fought with my family, cut them off completely, I was really struggling to get in to see SOMEBODY, anybody, and had a stint with a very unprepared therapist. I started doing more research and kind of fell into a hole.
I said some things to my family members that I really regret.
I had us so twisted up inside about this.
This was before I ever found the online communities
I was alone. Completely alone.
But had I found the online communities, would it have helped or reinforced my concerns?
To this day, I still wonder about the missing spots in my mind.
Could it have happened? That one teacher? That one neighbour? The vivid, unassuming faces that managed to find a place to stay in my memories? Why are they there? How long would it have taken? Do I really know all my alters?
And I guess that answers the question.
And what if something I say triggers these same questions in someone else? Would it be good or bad for them? I don't know, but I don't want the responsibility.
#tw#tw RAMCOA#that is fucking ridiculous and not what I said#tw unreality#also are you seriously playing trauma Olympics?#story time#this is now an ongoing joke between me and my mom#because after this i went to the doctor for pain in my tonsils#and because it was just a mouth check my mom came in with me#and the doctor was like#âyou have no tonsilsâ#and i looked at my mom and said#is there something you want to tell me? with this deadass look and after the 'events'#she just DIED laughing at me#i do have my tonsils#my doctor was an idiot
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As per usual, itâs DP crossover with (probably) DC, although you could probably adjust it for other fandoms
ANYWAYS
A little kid and his mother are trick or treating in another city, perhaps at some kind of event rather than knocking on doors, and the kid is dressed as Phantom. Itâs very adorable, with his little ghost-shaped bucket and clearly homemade and already stained costumeâlisten, white only works if you can just fly over street grime or phase it out of your clothesâand his slightly Iâll fitting wig. The kid is SO happy to be out and about dressed as his favorite, and maybe even showed it off to Phantom back in Amity Park before his family left.
The hero, insert whoever you wish here, is probably in civvies and just enjoying the event. The kid, meanwhile, is so glad when people ask who he is so he can explain, and so- the hero gets to hear ALL ABOUT the local town hero who is probably pretty small time despite the kidâs clearly exaggerated stories. The hero certainly never heard of him, but the kidâs mom confirms that Phantom really was the town hero, despite some mixed reviews of the poor guy.
âDid you manage to show him your costume?â the hero asks.
âYeah! We went down to the cemetery to leave flowers and I got to show him my costume.â
Wait. Cemetery? Maybe it was part of theme, because Phantom had to be named that for a reason, but⊠it sounded likeâŠ
The kid ignores the suddenly VERY still hero and instead turns to his mom. âMomma, do you think we should bring him candy? He doesnât get to trick or treat like we do, and I can work super hard to get him a bunch!â
The kidâs mom just smiles. âWe could, but maybe we should bring him something homemade. I bet heâd like something more filling, teen boys like him have a hollow leg.â
The kid wrinkles his nose. âLike Vernie with the pizza bagels?â
âLike your cousin, yes. We can make some cinnamon rolls and take them to his memorial, maybe bring some of the apples from your grandpaâs gardenâŠâ
The hero is pretty much forgotten as the two-part family wanders off, not quite intentionally forgetting the hero is there so much as the hero somewhat accidentally ended the conversation when they just froze and didnât ask anything further.
Not that the hero didnât want to. But theyâd learn something very serious.
Oneâthere was a small town hero theyâd never heard of. Twoâthat hero was apparently a teen. Thirdâmost pressingly, the teen hero was both beloved enough to have kids dressing up as him and dead enough to have a grave.
This⊠might require some phone calls.
#dpxdc#danny phantom crossover#meanwhile Danny. sitting on a giant marble slab that has the most ridiculous gag gifts a ghost could ever ask for#heâs just like Oh Sweet Cinnamon Rolls!#he would try to convince people to bring him nasty burger but while val has MOSTLY gotten over her vindictive anger at Phantom DOES decide#that sheâs gonna be petty and add cilantro to everything#because Danny has the cilantro soap gene#jokes on her heâll still eat it#Danny likes his little memorial in the grave. it helps settle him sometimes. also heâs gotten to know the security guards for the cemetery#theyâre fun. a bit morbid. they LIKE his jokes so you can stuff it JAZZ#MEANWHILE the hero. Whomstever they are but like 90% of you are thinking either batfam or Justice league#are having just. a TOUCH of a crisis#now they gotta figure out where the kid and his mom are from without either of them figuring out#dealerâs choice on what the GIW and why Amity Park isnât on the radar#Iâll add my two cents bc when donât I but Iâm by and large not like⊠dictating this? anyways#I like making the GIW just a BIT more incompetent or just having some massive flaws as an organizational group#so they keep forgetting to tell people to not LEAVE and to keep quiet#average amity Parker if the GIW tried this anyways: aw thatâs cute. anyways-#and if itâs dc I guess you need to figure out how the jl never found out. so#i mean thereâs a LOT of heroes and cities in dc#and amity park is just lost to the noise or. bc Fenton bad luck#every time Danny tried to call. the jl had some insane disaster and or their systems were down#he eventually figured he might actually be cursed- juryâs still out on that -and heâs saving lives by just handling it himself#he can handle rhe metaphorical mega thunderstorms if it means he doesnât accidentally summon a fucking tsunami to hit the planet ya know?#the kid and the mom have no idea that what they said was Odd#they are just so used to it. amity park already was using death puns and had an. interesting history and relation with death#even BEFORE there was a dead kid flying around in his white gogo boots
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