#ill take a better picture tomorrow but i couldn't miss the day!!!

[drop-the-curtain-123]

happy halloween! 🕸️🖤

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

Today, on 13th January, 2017

Lord Snowdon, former husband to Princess Margaret and photographer,died at the age of 86

Brian May remembers

Sad to hear of the passing of Lord Snowdon. I can’t say I was his friend, though perhaps I would like to have been. We did spend a couple of days together as Queen (the rock group) and portrait photographer, and it was very memorable. I knew of Lord Snowdon from when I was quite small. As Anthony Armstrong Jones he had married the very glamorous Princess Margaret, in Westminster Abbey, in top level splendour, televised in colour (!) and celebrated throughout the land. Somehow it caught my imagination, gave me a thrill, to the point where I pasted a picture of the handsome couple in my personal photo album. It was a fairy-tale. Shy handsome commoner weds beautiful royal princess. Much later I realised that Tony Armstrong Jones, now Lord Snowdon, was a dedicated artist, a gentleman photographer in true Victorian style, and that his world had stayed quite separate from the Royal Family he had married into. I believe he had a Victorian sensibility in more than one way. A Gentleman, certainly, and a man of independent means, he did not need to take photographs to earn a living. It was his art. And in the details of his practice, too, he adhered to early traditions of photography. He believed that the essence of a sitter for a portrait was to be revealed only in natural light.

Well, this is what he told us, when the four of us found ourselves at his house, our mission being to find the elusive ‘Group Shot’ - a four-fold portrait of a Rock Band, for the cover of an album. Now this was around 1981, about 35 years ago. So the portrait of this session in my mind is a little faded. But Snowdon was a delightful, thoughtful, modest and gentle man, given to pausing to ponder, in his walking around the room, with a slight limp, a relic from a childhood illness, as he looked at us, planning his shoot.

I’m sure Roger has better recollections than I, but I seem to remember us sitting around a little awkwardly, sipping coffee, discussing what we were trying to achieve. I don’t believe we had any preconceptions at all … the four of us hadn’t had the chance to confer beforehand, and I think on this occasion we didn’t have a plan. We assumed that this accomplished photographer would bring a fresh approach. We’d done a lot of this kind of session, of course, over the years, notably with George Hurrell, iconic Hollywood portraitist, and Mick Rock, who had pulled off a very memorable diamond format four-shot on a black background, which not only graced the cover of our early album Queen II, but, brought to life, became the shot that everyone remembers from the Bohemian Rhapsody video some years later.

Snowdon told us that he didn’t want an overriding theme - he didn’t think we need to ‘try so hard’. He said he wanted us naturally filling the space, and he was absolutely insistent that the lighting would be natural too … only the daylight which pervaded his studio, again, Victorian style - more or less a glass-house. He would not use any artificial light. Now I may be wrong about this, but I seem to remember we talked so much and drank so much coffee, that time passed and the light started to fade. Anthony took some test shots on his large-format camera (no 35mm for him) and wasn’t happy. So he said something like … "I know what to do now, but we missed our slot. I’m not going to use studio lights - I want the quality of daylight in this shot. Can you come back tomorrow?” Strangely enough we could. And then it was all very quick. He took a few solo shots of us singly (I wonder where they are ?) And then went for the cover shot of the four of us. I think he only took a couple of dozen shots, very much like we’d seen Hurrell do. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew when it was in the bag - even though he couldn't verify that on the spot. The developing of the negative had to be done, and prints made, before anyone could see the result.

So we said our goodbyes and left - and … that was it. The picture we wanted arrived a couple of days later, and it was perfect for what we needed - nicely balanced in composition, with all of us looking quite decent; understated, a little formal, yet not stiff, and beautifully lit by Nature herself, with a little help from Lord Snowdon.

The album ? It was to become the biggest selling British album in History - Queen’s Greatest Hits.

We decided to mount the picture in an unusual way. Inspired by the first Superman Film, we skewed the photograph as if it were mounted flat on a piece of glass spinning through space. So our faces are distorted by perspective. Years later, for the re-issue for Universal Records, we decided to ‘undo’ that distortion, and on this cover you see Snowdon’s picture exactly as it was taken. Pure ! I like that version best. As Snowdon himself might have said … it wasn’t trying too hard.

You won’t find this stuff on Wikipedia, of course. In the anarchy of the Internet based information, anybody can contribute stuff as long as they are citing someone who said it previously ! So the entry as I just looked at it is a ripe mixture of fact and inaccuracies - they don’t even mention who took the cover photograph. Who will write history ? Well, certainly not me … with my memory weaving its own spells at this distance. But History was certainly made in those fleeting moments when we were privileged to enjoy the company of that fine gentleman, Snowdon

RIP

Bri - january 13, 2017

(source: brianmay.com)

[v4mpires0ap]

I decided instead of getting my fic done first I'm just now gonna tell y'all the full story about my meeting with Tenoch

AND BUCKLE UP CUS IT'S A LONG ONE 🤠

So how this all started was in the group chat I was told about the fact that Tenoch was gonna be at C2E2 and I was like I WANNA GO SO BADDDDDD IF I GO IMAGINE IF I MEET HIM OR SOMETHING and I decided I wanted to buy tickets but I couldn't afford to. Then one fateful day, my uncle texted me asking if I wanna go to C2E2 with him. For further context, I told him about how much I love Tenoch and his role as Namor and all that since me and him are marvel geeks + he works for marvel. I didn't believe he was being serious at first until HE SENT ME PROOF OF ALL THE TICKETING INFORMATION STUFF. Then asked if I would like to meet Tenoch Huerta. ONCE AGAIN, I THOUGHT THERE'S NO WAY HE'S BEING SERIOUS HE HAS TO BE PLAYING WITH ME BUT NO HE WAS BEING DEAD SERIOUS. So I said yes of course I'd love to.

Then I told the chat I'm going to the con and I was just thinking about what my meeting with him is gonna be like. Then that led to me worrying that he's not gonna like me. The day before i left to Chicago I was having a mental breakdown over that thought + personal things I'm not gonna mention. I couldn't stop crying over it. I was genuinely out here thinking this man is gonna hate me when highly likely that won't happen. Just me being irrational for no reason. But hey it's that mental illness innit 🤩

So I had to get up early in the morning so my uncle can pick me up and go to the airport. We left a day before the con started so we can be there tomorrow on time. I hated the plane ride because heights scare me but at least I took a peaceful nap. This was the first time I been to another state outside of Nevada or California. But it is what it is

Now day 1. Day one did not go so well. Here's how it went down.

So my plan was to wear two outfits for day 1 and 2 and bring my backpack with the picture I wanted him to sign, a letter a friend of mine written for Tenoch, and a kuromi plushie. Now why a kuromi plushie? Why not? I wanted to be different I guess 💀 plus I decided to be all sappy and take a sharpie and write "you're my hero" on the tag. My outfit for day one was a shirt with Namor on it, a black floofy skirt, fishnets, and black combat boots. Because I'm edgy and I wanted to show everyone what I'm about 😭😭 I was having fun for a little bit I was talking to some people there and walking around listening to my music, waiting for Tenoch to get here. Then later I didn't even realize Tenoch got here already 💀 BUT HOT DAMN HE'S EVEN PRETTIER IN PERSON 😳 I WAS LIKE "Y'ALL ARE TELLING ME THIS MAN IS ACTUALLY REAL?" LIKE SHITTTTT

So i went to go get in line to meet him. However, the line was longer than I anticipated and it was kinda hot as hell I was sweating a little. Then I realized I left my backpack in the hotel room and I felt like an idiot. Really was in the autograph line when i had nothing for him to sign that day 😭😭 As the line was moving up, i started to feel anxious. And it was getting worse the more closer I was getting. I was clenching my fists so hard my knuckles were turning white, i couldn't breathe, my heart was beating hella fast, it was getting too much. When it was almost my turn, i felt an anxiety attack going on and I ran out of the line and I'm pretty sure Tenoch saw me run away. I hid away and started crying. My anxiety got the best of me and when I decided to go back in line, there wasn't a line anymore. I was too late. My uncle found me all teary eyed and asked what happened and I explained it all. We left the place and went back to the hotel room and I was so upset with myself because I missed out on my chance of meeting him because of my anxiety. But turns out, on day 2 I have a second chance.

Day 2 went better. Here's what happened

I was feeling more confident for day 2. I didn't forget to bring my backpack this time and I wore a different outfit. I had another namor shirt on (i only have 2 btw) black shorts, thigh high socks, and my busted hello kitty converses. I felt like I dressed a little more casual this day but it's whatever, not the point. This time i didn't feel anxious in line. And i wasn't all the way in the back of the line like last time 😭 When I got closer, I was starting to feel nervous again but I know not to run away this time. Just go for it. Once it was finally my turn, I took a deep breath and went up to him. I could barely make out a "hello" i was nearly speechless. Tenoch smiled at me and said "it's okay, you can do it" and I took another breath again and said hi 🧍🏻‍♀️ I said it's nice to finally meet you and I told him I was the girl who ran away before I got to meet him. AND HE KNOWS. I felt so embarrassed about it. But OMG?? He was so sweet and gentle with me 🥹 he looked at me and said "I'm proud of you for showing up today" and that made me tear up a little. I said thank you and then I remembered was like OH WAIT I have stuff for you!! So i handed him the picture I wanted him to sign, then the letter and then the plushie. I told him to read the tag. When he saw the tag said "you're my hero" he gushed and said aweee 🥹🥹 I said "I'm glad you like it and I'm sorry I'm so shy" and I teared up again but instead of just being teary eyed, I actually cried. Then he got up and hugged me. HIS HUGS WERE SO NICE AND HE SMELLED SO LOVELY LIKE WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE THIS. I told him thank you for being the amazing human you are and you deserve all the good in the world. I was worried my time was gonna be up but I wanted to just live in the moment for now. I wiped my tears and he tucked my hair behind my ear and said "hey, it's okay. You did good today. I'm proud of you." And I tried to take in a deep breath to hopefully stop my crying and then we went and took our picture together. (I'll post it when I feel like I'm ready to) and before time was up, i asked him for another hug and he hugged me again. His hugs were just warm and comforting.

This is a day I'm going to remember forever.

[pedritapascal]

A good Agent, or a Good Fucker... to me

Chapter Two - Cutting the loose ends

Pedro Pascal's character - Dave York - [DY] The Protector 2 / Equalizer 2

Dave York x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

WARNINGS: {+18} Sex Language; SA; Fingers; Tongue; Nudity; Explicit Details; Oral Sex

A good Agent, or a Good Fucker... to me

It had been a few days since that ill-fated night when we lost Arjona, and even though we insisted on interrogating his security guard for hours on end, he wouldn't give us anything at all. Luckily, we managed to get him arrested for illegal possession of weapons, which would give us more time to get to Arjona.

Dave was as nervous as ever, I think the case was getting narrower than it should have been, and even so, I felt that on some days he acted better, acted like a human being in fact, taking me to a café every now and then when we had to stay up all night reading and re-reading piles of files and transcribed statements to catch something that might have slipped through.

I also noticed that Dave no longer answered his phone when Carol called, always leaving it on vibrate until it went to voicemail.

And on his finger, only the mark of his wedding ring...

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Two more weeks went by, questioning the security guard who ended up handing over three others who worked with Arjona...

But something still didn't add up, I already had the investigation picture etched in my mind, and I knew I had missed something, but what?

Dave had been quieter these last few days, always looking tired or worried, sometimes I felt sorry for him, I wanted to ask him what was going on... then I'd remember that I didn't care, and that he was an asshole, and the curiosity would wear off.

We didn't even talk about the kiss anymore, it was as if it had never existed, and so be it.

One more day in the office, locked in with Dave York snorting and nothing, that's when I decided to go through the folder from the interrogation of Arjona's security guard.

“ I FIND IT “ - I got up from my desk with a transcribed statement from Arjona's security guard and took it to Dave - “I knew he'd talked about this”

“ Where is it? ”

I threw the folder on his desk, pointed to the line already marked in yellow on the highlighter, sat down on the edge and read it to him while my finger followed the line.

“ Arjona was at a business meeting on February 9th in Seattle ”

“ Ta and what about it? ”

“ Don't you see? “ Going towards the investigation board - “On February 9, 4 women from Seattle disappeared, all with similar descriptions, we just need to link them to Arjona. Now here, in Ohio, in New York, all the dates match the fucking disappearance of women of their standard. This can't be a coincidence…”

“ Fuck “ - Dave banged on the table - “ We did it “

“ I did it, Dave…”

“ I thought we were a team” - Dave laughed - “ I'll give you credit this time Rookie, come on I'll get the warrant for Arjona tomorrow” - grabbing his suit

I preferred to ignore it and gather my things to leave too, it was already past two in the morning and the next day we'd have to be back at the office by 7.

Passing through the corridor, Agent Brown called Dave for a drink to round off the evening...

“ Come on Dave, you've only been working since you got back”

“ I can't make it today, I've got an unavoidable appointment…”

I pretended not to be listening, but WTF Dave have to do at two o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday? Not that I was interested, but... I'm a detective, right... and I'm very curious...

We got into the elevator and again I felt that tension...

“ Don't you want to know why I'm not drinking tonight?”

Sometimes I thought he could read my mind, but sometimes I was thankful that he couldn't, because every now and then I'd have thoughts that made me feel ashamed of myself...

“ Your private life doesn't interest me...agent”

Dave laughed, waving the car key around

“But since you want to tell me, go ahead, I seem to be your only friend…”

Dave shook a bunch of keys in his hands

“ I'm moving out”

Why was I happy with the news? I don't know, but I stopped myself.

“ Wow, good for you... so it's really over?”

“ Yes, it was already over, right? I was just putting off the inevitable? - Dave took a deep breath - Today I'll finish the last boxes…”

The elevator door opened in the garage

“ Good luck in your new life” - I said, heading towards my car, and Dave towards his.

“ And Rookie” - Dave called out to me, standing in front of his car - “Congratulations on today, you know, about the deposition…”

I just smiled and got in my car to go home.

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At seven in the morning we were already outside Lieutenant Jones' office with all the evidence needed for an arrest warrant for Arjona. It would take almost all day for everything to be approved, we couldn't go wrong, now it wasn't an ambush, we were really going to arrest him for having links to human trafficking.

We spent the day nervously waiting for the warrant to come through, and at times I struck up a conversation with Dave, trying to take my mind off the day...

“ Did you manage to finish your move yesterday?”

“ Yes, I didn't even sleep really, and finishing moving in the early hours of the morning was easy, you know... the girls”

“ Yes yes, did they react well to the divorce?”

“ I thought they'd take it worse, but not really... I just…” - Dave stopped talking, I could feel his eyes getting distant... - “I just didn't belong in that house anymore…”

I did want to ask him what had happened, but I felt so distant when I remembered what he had been through that I decided not to go into it.

“ It'll work out” - I whispered

“ Yes, it will” - Dave, with his super hearing, replied, heading for the door because there had been a knock.

“THE MANDATE, let's go.”

We had already bribed Arjona's security guard for his real address, because the one in the system was in an abandoned shed, and we offered to reduce the sentence for the information, but of course we wouldn't comply…

We were already in the car, it was close to eight in the evening when we rang the doorbell of Arjona's house... a huge fucking house, which probably cost millions…

“Yeah, trafficking women really pays” - Dave snorted, putting his hands on his hips

“ Man, it's amazing how you don't say a sentence right in life”...rolling his eyes

With the warrant and dozens of police officers surrounding the house, Arjona had little to do but give himself up, and he left in handcuffs, as he should have done.

That was it, that moment I wanted to live, that's why I came to the CIA.

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After leaving Arjona mouldering in the interrogation chair, saying that we'd be right back, but no, not until the next day, Dave asked me if I didn't want to celebrate by having a drink in the bar around the corner, where all the agents went, I'd been there twice before, nothing much, lots of people in suits in the same place, looking like that, nobody could tell if we were bankers, agents or lawyers...

But why not, I was ecstatic.

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We were on our third drink toasting Arjona's arrest, with our blazers off, him with his tie loosened, me with two buttons of my dress shirt open, some officers passing by and congratulating us on the arrest.

“ Wow, I haven't felt like this in a while” - Dave laughed as he took the last sip of his drink

“Like what? Like I've done something right in life, eh?”

“ Not dumb, free, and with a sense of accomplishment.”

“ That's why I joined the CIA, Dave, that's why I wanted to say no, but I'm proud of myself... of us, we did well!”

I knocked over his empty glass and finished my drink, ordering two more. I was already allowing myself to laugh for nothing, I wasn't drunk, far from it... but the joy of alcohol makes you, you know... connected.

“ You were a great Rookie, even the highlight of the mission for me was that day on watch…”

“ Wow, that day was terrible” - I smoothed my hair back - “We lost the guy”

“ And you kissed me” - Dave said as he picked up the drinks that the bartender had placed on the counter.

“ Huh? No sir, you kissed me, don't give me that…”

“Okay, I'll accept the blame because there wasn't much to do there”

“Actually, there was plenty to do there, Dave…”

“ Really?” - Dave bit the corner of his mouth

“No” - wide-eyed - “not the way you're thinking” - laughing

“Since I'm on my fourth drink, I'll allow myself a confession.”

“ Wow, confessions from Dave York, interesting”

“It's been over a year since I... you know…”

“I don't know, tell me…”

“I don't…” - Dave took a deep breath - “You know I was getting divorced, right, working on the case…” - Dave scratched his forehead, a little embarrassed...

“ I get it, Dave, so... for me it's been six months…”

“ Impossible” - Dave looked astonished - “In just the time I've been with you here, 4 agents have already tried to win you over…”

“I was focused, I wanted to join the CIA…”

A silence and that tension again, I decided to go to the bathroom, I needed to at least wet the back of my neck to see if it was really fire or the drink coming up... in the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror while wetting my hands and rubbing the back of my neck with the cold water... what was I doing?

Acting like a teenager, and especially with my work partner? But why had they put me with such a hot agent?

I ran a wet hand over my face and felt my cheeks burn as I remembered Dave sitting on the chair in those black dress pants that showed off his whole body...

Focus... I took a deep breath

As I left the bathroom to return to the bar, I bumped into Dave

“Hi... I was just coming back”

“Go on, I'll be right back”

The problem was that the space was too small for two people to pass at the same time, I tried to go when he tried to come and we were kind of close there, not close, but very close, I didn't feel anything but Dave's hands pulling me by the waist and the other on the back of my neck

“Fuck” - Dave whispered

Dave carried me backwards into the bathroom while he glued his mouth to mine, my arms still unresponsive, still down, I heard him kick the door shut with his foot and all I could say was

“Lock it…”

As Dave released me to lock the door, he stopped and asked

“Are you sure, Rookie?”

“Don't ask Dave…”

Dave pulled me to him by the hand, hugging me, his arms wrapped around my body and my mouth stuck to his, I felt one of his hands under my hair, guiding my head and the other hand going down to my ass and squeezing me against him, he gasped into my mouth and I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around his neck, I could feel his erection growing more and more as he pulled me and rubbed me against him.

His tongue played with mine and I felt him sucking me, playing with my tongue as I had done with him in that kiss in the car...

I took the hand he had on my ass and moved it up to the side of my chest. Dave moaned softly as I squeezed my left breast with his hand, teaching him exactly how I liked it done, biting his lower lip lightly as he smiled.

As our hands squeezed my left breast, I moaned softly and gasped into Dave's mouth...

He turned me around, reversing the positions we were in, his mouth leaving mine while he moved down to my neck, I moaned softly as I dug my nails into his back, Dave returned to my mouth, turned me around, my body against the door, and my face too, I felt him rubbing his erection against my ass, I felt his breath in my ear...

“I've been wanting to tell you for weeks," he said, brushing my hair away from my neck, "that your ass is incredible and that I even forget what I have to do when I see you standing there, looking at the picture," nibbling on my ear.

“And what stopped you from saying it?” I whispered as I pulled him tighter around my waist.

Dave rubbed his cock against my ass a few times and moaned low in my ear, he turned me around, hunting for my mouth, my right hand went down to his pants, while he opened the buttons of my shirt, my hands trembled trying to open his belt, then his pants, when I felt I could get my hand inside, I just slipped it in slowly, grabbing his cock, which I was feeling, thick, barely fitting in my closed hand, Dave moaned a little louder when he felt my touch. He rested his forehead on mine, his eyes closed... one arm resting on the door...

“I think... I have another confession... to make” - He moaned as I stroked his cock, slowly, up and down, still inside his briefs

“Another Dave York confession?” - Kissing his neck, running my tongue down to his ear and back...

“I... I…” - Dave moaned as I sped up my movements - “On the day...aaaarf”

“Yes, tell me” - holding my body to his so that my groin would help put pressure on my hand while I played with him.

“I... got home, and I couldn't resist... “- Dave gasped - “I had to... you know”

“You know what? You came thinking about me, didn't you?”

“Yes” - Dave put his mouth on mine and moaned

“And it was nice for you?”

“It was, but let's just say” - Dave pulled in a breath and threw his head back - “Let's just say that your hand is much better…” - holding me by the chin and moaning into my mouth...

“It's not just my hand that's good, Dave” - he finished unzipping his pants, pulling down his underpants a little

“No? You're not going to…”

When I pulled Dave's underpants down further, I felt his cock pop upwards, hitting his belly on top of his shirt, the red head completely wet with pre-cum, I spread it more with my thumb while Dave bit his own lips

“I think I'm the one who has a confession to make now…” I turned Dave around, leaning him against the door - “Ever since the day I felt your erection in that fight of ours, I've wanted to know what you tasted like…”

Dave just smiled as I bent down, I felt one of his hands gathering my hair, still holding his cock, I ran the tip of my tongue over the head, circled it again with my tongue now taking all of it, Dave moaned, I started to put it in my mouth carefully, each time I took it out of my mouth and back in, I swallowed a few more centimeters until I reached where my hand was, holding the base of his penis.

“Take your hand off Rookie, I want to see how far you can take it”

I just lowered my hands to his thighs and smiled, I've always loved a challenge, Dave pulled me by the hair I was holding, and took my head back, then shoved it back into my mouth, I felt the head hit the back of my throat, my eyes watered, Dave held me there for a few seconds while I moaned almost in supplication...

He pulled out of me again, as his cock came out of my mouth, I took the opportunity to play with my tongue, I could feel Dave's legs shaking with arousal as he moaned my name. For the first time... he was saying my name, he was moaning my name…

I let go of his hand, I didn't need him to guide me, I knew what I was doing, while I was making his cock disappear into my mouth, I heard Dave asking me to stop, because he couldn't take it... I kept going, I wanted to see that man cumming and calling my name, but Dave grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me off him, squeezing hard and lifting me up. Looking into my eyes.

“I told you to stop” - Dave said harshly through his teeth... does that mean he liked being obeyed? I'd love to play this game

Dave, still leaning against the door, turned me around and pressed me to his body while one of his hands opened the button of my pants. Dave quickly slid down my pants, reaching my panties. I threw my head back against his chest and spread my legs a little wider. Dave barely slipped one of his fingers into my pussy and moaned in my ear.

“Wow, you're so wet, it's delicious." Slipping another of his thick fingers inside me, reaching my clit now and making small circles, right where my vibrator touched when I thought of him, I moaned his name quietly.

“Dave…”

“Princess, there's something vibrating in you and it's not me”

“My phone... Don't you dare stop…”

I reached for my phone in my back pocket, five missed calls, how the hell did I not feel that?

"Okay” - trying to keep my breathing normal, while Dave circled my clit and then moved his finger down and back up to my clit, while kissing my neck - HOW IS HE GOING TO PAY THE BAIL??” - I slapped Dave's hand to get him to stop and take his hand away... - “We're coming back..."

“FUCK!!!” - I exclaimed as I zipped up my pants - “Arjona is asking for the right to bail and that it doesn't matter how much it is, he'll pay it, come on…”

“Really?”  Dave used to put his hands on his waist when he got nervous...

“YEP”  - closing the buttons of my blouse, I saw Dave gasp with disappointment as he got ready to leave...

Before opening the door, Dave looked at me for a few seconds, pulled me to him, causing me to let out a low squeal, then pressed his mouth to mine in a kiss while my hands rested on his chest...

“Now we can go, princess…”

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Chapter Three - You Can't Handle The Truth

[torilovestowrite]

Dabi x Reader; Try Again pt. 8

Synopsis: Years ago, (Y/n) was left by her villain boyfriend, Dabi after discovering an unexpected news. Ever since then, she never had a lover— focusing on her only son, Yuta. Later on, she meets Todoroki Touya— a new co-worker who seem to be persistent towards winning her heart and attention.

Ship: Dabi x Fem! Reader

❗❗❗Content Warning: Mentions of Abortion, Unplanned Pregnancy, Manga spoilers, Dabi is a Todoroki theory

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"Yuta L/n, you're not going out!" Y/n strictly reprimanded as she tried to keep her son still from his position, lying on bed with a cold towel on his forehead.

It was during a Wednesday when Yuta, y/n's son, had a fever that reached over 41 degrees. Y/n felt threatened about this because her son has never reached this temperature. It's too high— and he also stated something about his body feeling heavy. What could be happening?

"B-but... we're about to watch a movie in school today! I don't want to miss it!" Yuta began bawling his eyes out while Y/n sighed at his dramatic tone. Does it really have to be like this? Yuta has to be emotional and sensitive every time he gets sick? This only reminds her of him— the way he would caress her soft hands every time she would tend his wounds every after a tiring day— the man he used to love, Dabi, would appear to be more gentle and affectionate every time he gets worn out... or ill.

"We're going to watch a movie while you take a rest here at home, okay?" Y/n gently tapped her son's side in an attempt to make him close his eyes and sleep. "For now, take a rest. Or else, it would take longer before you could go outside."

Immediately, Yuta turned his back from his mother in an attempt to be more comfortable; and to have a good sleep. Y/n smiled at his actions. Good thing, her son has always been considerate on her hardwork and the way she disciplines him.

It wasn't too long until she heard a notification from her phone— a message coming from Touya.

touya ❣ : good morning y/n. how's ur pretty face doing?

It's been four months since y/n realized her feelings for Touya. Both of them started dating two months ago and so far, he has been understanding towards her obligations as a mother. Most of their dates included Yuta and there are times when Touya would volunteer to watch over him while she's away during her day shifts. Y/n could never ask for anything— Touya was doing his job greatly; as a boyfriend and as a paternal figure to Yuta.

you : yeah, i'm all good babe. thanks for asking. but yuta's sick rn... i dont really have anyone to take care of him and i need to go for my day shift.

touya ❣ : you want me to go for it? i mean, i only work during nights anyways

Y/n's smile lit up as she read his message. Finally! She thought. She could go to work!

you: sure thing babe 💗✨

Few more minutes, when Yuta has finally travelled to dreamland, Y/n left the house, wearing her thick f/c coat with her hair styled to become more neat-looking. Another day for work, she thought.

It's been two hours since Touya arrived in Y/n's home. Using the spare key under her house's doormat, he decided to enter her house that was silent when he went inside. Until he heard a child's high-pitched scream coming from Yuta's bedroom. His instinct caused him to immediately run towards this direction; but what he saw caused a heavy sensation in his chest. Those familiar blue flames that was once his signature— as Dabi; the heartless villain who claimed 30 innocent lives.

"U-Uncle T-Touya!" Yuta cried in panic while his right hand was burning with blue and heated fire. "W-What should I do?! M-my—"

"Breathe." Touya immediately replied as he kneeled next to him, rubbing his back with his huge and rough hands. "You have to control your breathing and your emotions. You have to control it because the more you panic, the more it will get stronger."

Yuta closed his eyes and focused in calming himself down— taking deep breaths and thinking about things that he liked in life— ice cream, Y/n, Uncle Touya, pro-heroes... all the things that makes him happy. Slowly, the fire became smaller and smaller— until nothing appeared on his hands.

"I-It's gone! The blue flames!" Yuta exclaimed as a grin crept on his face. "Did you see that awesome thing on my hand, Uncle Touya?! That must be my quirk, right?"

"Yes, it's an awesome quirk that you have." Touya smiled sadly as he stared at the young and naive child— as if he was seeing his past self; the pure child who was corrupted by his father's evil desires and deeds. It was all fun and games knowing he has an awesome quirk like that... until his father, Enji Todoroki, decided to ruin everything for him.

But he swore to be someone better than him; to be a man suitable to be called a father.

That afternoon, Y/n arrived at her home with such beautiful sight; Touya and Yuta scooped in each others' arms while the movie was left streaming. She smiled at the sight. It was so cute. For a few seconds, she almost believed that Touya was Yuta's father. The young mother couldn't help it but to take a picture of the two while having their peaceful slumber.

"I saw you," Touya spoke, "Delete it."

Y/n giggled as Touya stood up from his position as he tried to grab the phone away from her hands. It was such a cute sight. She was sticking her tongue out while she was trying to chase him. Y/n couldn't help but to feel as if they were all.. what? 17? Whatever, it felt cute, though.

"Yeah, whatever. Have that pic all you want. You can even make it your wallpaper." Y/n got her cheeks pinched by him as he gave her a light kiss on the nose. "I'm going now, sweet cheeks, I'm attending night shift for tonight."

"Sure, sure." Y/n smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek, as she watched his lean and toned figure leave their house. All that's left is her and Yuta. Slowly, his eyes opened to see his mother watching him sleep.

"Mommy?" Yuta spoke in a drowsy tone.

Y/n responded, hugging her son beside her while his eyes still looked sleepy. Seems that the sleep wasn't enough for him, huh? The young lady laughed at this, ruffling his hair, and deciding to ask him. "How was your day with Uncle Touya? Is it better than it was when you're at school?"

The young lad aggressively nodded and decided to tell Y/n the greatest thing that he discovered today.

"My quirk just manifested, ma! I have blue flames!" Yuta exclaimed as he tried to show it off with the tip of his fingers. Y/n's eyes widened at this— it created a tingling feeling in her heart. It was like a slap on her face. Yuta is really Dabi's son, isn't he?

"T-That's awesome." Y/n replied, trying to stop tears from flowing.

While her son was still busy talking about his day, her hands were able to feel something on the couch. It was... hard. She pulled out to see a black leather wallet. Did Touya forget his stuff here? Y/n sighed at his forgetfulness. Well, he's a person, she thought, so he has flaws too.

"Did Uncle Touya forget that, ma?" Yuta asked in a polite tone. "Bring it back to him tomorrow, okay?"

Y/n smiled at what he said. She really raised her son well. "Sure!"

It was night time. Yuta went back to sleep and Y/n was busy contemplating inside her room— walking back and forth; thinking about whether she should check his stuff or what.

It's not what others would think. It's just that it's been two months since they got together but Touya only says few things about himself. All she knew is that his parents are living overseas and he's left alone here. He has siblings who lived with their parents in abroad. Nothing more, nothing less.

Aside from that, it wouldn't hurt to peek just a little bit, right?

Y/n sighed as she finally came to a conclusion to check his wallet to see if there's something that would tell more about himself. It's not like she was nosy. She just wants to get to know him at a better level. He's quite of a silent and mysterious guy himself, which got the young lady curious about him.

Of course, there was nothing new; just few IDs, bunch of credit cards (which Y/n thought was odd because if he had this much money, why would he work in an old bar as a bartender), and a thin wad of cash. Nothing else— until something that was so unordinary in her eyes— fell.

Her eyes widened as she saw that memoribilia. No words could come out from her mouth. Her vision felt so dark; as if it was slowly fading; and her heart hurt so much. Only tears could come out from her eyes. No scream, no words, no phrases— simply, nothing.

"Y-you..." Her fists clenched tightly as her form started shaking— she didn't know what to feel. Is it anger, sadness, remorse— what should she feel first? She began to wail as she stared and touched at this object from the past. Whatever that happened was too painful for her to bear.

"You fooled me... Dabi."

That night, Touya was looking for his wallet. It was nowhere to be found; not even in his car. Maybe he left it at your place? Well, whatever the circumstances are, he was hoping that none of you would be able to find it. Maybe, he'd drive towards your place again and—

His thoughts were interrupted as his phone rang. The caller ID showed Y/n— and a selfie that she sent him as the profile picture. Immediately, he answered it.

"Hello, bab—"

"Don't you babe me. We have to talk." Y/n's voice sounded cold and harsh. She was angry... and he knew it. Touya knew that tone several years ago; and if he hears that, he knows that hell will break because of her wrath.

"What is it?"

"Stop acting dumb." Y/n scoffed.

"How the hell are you alive, Dabi?"

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a/n: i kinda did stop updating this but like bnha chapter 290 got me like 😭😭😭😭 dabi can i give u a hug plspslslslsl 😗😗