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tteokdoroki · 4 years ago

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an ode to winter | dabi.

♡ pairing: dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 14.1K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: manga war arc!au, single-parent!au, unplanned pregnancy!au, angst, fluff, smut.

♡ summary: touya todoroki had broken a lot of things, your heart, promises, your window a few times, but you swore he'd never leave your child feeling that way. but when he wants back into your life, will he take no for an answer? And do you even want to say it?

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, ( literally 5k of it ), MANGA SPOILERS IN THE EXTENDED ENDING, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of semi-toxic!relationships, struggling with parenting, blackmail ??, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, losers ), handjobs, oral sex ( female receiving ), fingering ( female receiving ), choking, branding, squirting, spit!kink, needy touya lol <3

♡ author’s note(s): OK so this started out as a fic for my bestie @ozzy-bozzy but then turned into this long ass vent fic bc i do be struggling!! i’ve barely written for touya so apologies if his character is off. special thanks to @bakugous-trauma for beta reading n @doinmybesthere for the summary and beta reading and thanks for 4.7K MWAH <3

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the snow had fallen heavy that day, its flakes dancing along the window panes while you’d brought her into the world. you hated the cold, the way it nipped at your nose and stung at your cheeks, how it could freeze over a heart so badly that it would take years to thaw it out. you’d complained about the ice sheets that frosted your windows to the doctors, the ones on the roads too, but they’d simply wrote it off as your anxieties related to bringing kori home for the first time in such weather.

funnily enough, your daughter much resembled the cold in many ways. you’d named her ‘kori’; meaning ice, since her hair was white as the crisp blanket of winter outside and her eyes a piercing shade of aqua marine, that for a while, had no meaning written behind them except for a cool curiosity that you knew didn’t come from your side of the family. she wasn’t warm either, the first time you held her, her flesh against yours was almost a painful spark of frostbite— you expected that it was related to the lineage she came from too.

you thought that you’d resent kori when she was born; for the struggles that her new life had brought to you. you’d given birth alone and afraid, having lost friends and contact with your family due to keeping your pregnancy a secret. if they had known who caused you to end up in this situation in the first place, you were sure you’d have lost them all anyways. you hadn’t a chance to attend maternity classes due to the hours you worked in order to ensure yourself and your child’s financial security. although, prior to her arrival, dabi had told you that if you chose to give your daughter the todoroki name; you both would be looked after when the right time came.

and like a fool in love, you’d believed him, avoiding the apologetic gazes of the doctors and midwives who’d delivered your baby as you filled out her paperwork and birth certificate. one nurse even asked you if you wanted to contact endeavour for support, and you couldn’t blame her— the rumours of your child potentially being that of natsuo todoroki’s had spread fast through the hospital and it was a given, figuring his bad boy college reputation. natsuo and his ventures into the college life were no stranger to the media, so it didn’t surprise you nor the doctors to believe that this wasn’t the first time a girl had given birth alone to a todoroki child. you suspected that if there were any, enji todoroki would have paid them off.

so you let them believe what ever false truth that might have plagued the hospital walls about yourself and your daughter— not having the heart to tell them that you’d probably receive a much larger sum of money to keep hush about the child that you mothered and the child who’s father belonged to endeavour’s deceased, eldest son.

so you realised, thumb held by the chubby hand of your sweet infant girl; that you couldn’t hate her for the mistakes you’d made and the mess you’d become tangled up in— you could only promise to do your best in raising her despite the odds and difficult circumstances, you could give her the life and childhood that her father never had but most certainly deserved.

“miss yn...”

your midwife; himari enters the room, calling for you— tearing your gaze away from the hypnotising sea-foam eyes belonging to your daughter, the way she looked at you only reminding you of dabi. you’d told him once that his eyes always took you to the mediterranean sea, to which he’d laughed and mentioned you’d never seen it before. when the pair of you realised that this was true, the boy with the black hair and intoxicating stare made an oath to you, that he would take you there someday so you could bask in the warm sun and dip your toes into the clear oceans. you only hoped that this oath still remained true.

“miss yn...” himari tries again, this time stepping further into your hospital room. your thoughts had carried you so far away that you hadn’t realised how close she’d gotten as she lingered by your cot. her hands lay flat against her pale blue uniform, nails you note—neatly trimmed— and a smile that would have made you feel comfortable had you not known she’d volunteered to care for you because she too believed she’d be paid off by endeavour. you almost felt bad that she thought the silly lie was true and that she had a shot at a big time bonus but it was funny to think that no one would believe her when she eventually took to the news to claim that she cared for the next heir of the todoroki empire. “it’s says here, that kori is scheduled for feeding— i was wondering if you wanted to continue breast feeding or try pumping a bottle or two today?”

chewing on the inside of your cheek, you hum with hesitance. feeding kori was something you’d never discussed with dabi, some of the nurses had assured you that it was possible for you to do both— so that you could grow closer to your daughter and form a tight bond whilst also giving the opportunity to others to feed her when need be. there weren’t many others, but you figured that dabi might want to give bottle feeding a whirl when he finally returned from the league business. the business that had made him miss his little girl’s birth.

kori gargles from hunger in your arms, drawing your attention back to her tiny form. a stray strand of hair curls against her forehead from underneath her blankets and swaddling— the end you notice has a slight tint of red to it. the icy shell around your heart thaws. glancing back up to himari; you grin with a decision in mind. “i’d like to try breast feeding again, we can use the pump tomorrow.” you say, voice quiet.

“do you need any help getting her to latch?” your midwife asks, aiding you into a comfortable position to feed kori.

“no,” you smile after getting settled, pushing down your gown to expose your breast to your little girl. “i’ve got her, i can take care of her.”

you say the words more so to yourself than to himari, a hidden reassurance that you’re more than capable of raising your daughter on your own.

for now at least.

that winter, dabi never came home.

the snow melts, the flowers bloom and the seasons change. your daughter grows with the swift transition of the weathers too, her hair is a little longer now but the small curl of red against her forehead remains hidden and the same. her eyes open wider, still that deep shade of ocean blue, she can sit up on her own, throws toys out of her crib and her favourite movies are bambi and bambi two. they’re the only things that she watches, which you hate, because they remind you of her. an innocent child who loses one parent and is left in the care of the emotionally closed off other.

you hadn’t realised how much you would need dabi, but still he is nowhere to be seen.

raising kori on your own proves a challenge, especially now that she’s a little bigger— it was easy after she was born; she was quiet and only made a fuss when she was hungry or needed to be changed. went down easy too, that was until her wails reared their ugly head as soon as the colder parts of winter hit. no matter what you did, the girl would cry for hours on end until her face would hurt from how scrunched it was and her fingers would turn red from the grip she had on your hands.

since her birth, you and kori had to move three times due to the noise complaints about her consistent crying throughout the day, evening and night. by the time february rolled around, you’d ended up in an apartment not so far from dabi’s old neighbourhood— it was a shitty area with high crime rates and an eerie feel to it that made you clutch your purse tighter when you walked home from the late night shifts— you had never had any intentions to raise kori in a dump like this, you wanted a better life for her than what dabi had, but your shabby two bedroom apartment in the dark side of town would be enough for now.

the rent was cheap since your current boss at the local grocers market was close friends with the building manager, but your boss was also a sleaze who thought offering you an extra 10% off of your weekly shop and an expired coupon for the coffee joint down the street would be enough to get into your pants. he was just another thing on your list that you hated about the world, about the current life you lead but you needed to keep him close to keep your rent low and a roof over your head.

besides, it had been a few days since you last saw him at work— the asshole was probably taking a few days to himself while you and your colleagues practically ran the store.

you can’t leave kori with a sitter; they never worked with her. your daughter was far too temperamental for the average person and would spend one night with her before taking their pay and quitting. the only person able to handle your beloved little girl was the old lady who lived two floors above yours, mrs. yamamoto. she was a sweet woman, widowed by fifteen years and had taken a liking to kori that one time you’d helped with her groceries when she couldn’t make it out in the february winter after your little girl was born.

it seemed kori liked mrs yamamoto as well, she was only ever quiet in the woman’s presence and you put it down to how high she had the heat up in her apartment. one time, it was up so high the power in the building went out for an entire night— which was hell for you since kori wouldn’t stop bawling. however; you appreciated the help, you’re sure that without the help of the elder woman you would have been far under the surface— drowning in regret.

but sometimes, it’s easy for the darker emotions to slip through the cracks— take a choke hold over your sanity. there would be nights where guilt would consume you and tears would flow heavily down your cheeks while your daughter slept. it was hard being alone, no one to confide in about the troubles of parenting or to reassure you that you were doing a good job at taking care of your child.

it didn’t help that winter was coming up again, kori’s first birthday fast approaching. the sudden milestone only made you wish that dabi was around more — it hurt you to know that there was possibility he’d run out on you and his responsibilities as a father but part of you believed that your lover was better. the eldest todoroki son appeared way too excited throughout your pregnancy to leave you with nothing.

despite not being able to make it to appointments due to his criminal nature, dabi had somehow manged to find the money to get you a 4D ultra sound of your baby, telling you a few odd jobs here and there allowed him to scrape the cash together. you never asked what it was that he did, afraid of what you might find in the eyes of the man that you loved so much.

why did you allow yourself to love a man who wouldn’t have given you the time of day if he hadn’t broken into your home? his seafoam eyes a glowing shade as he threatened your life through shards of broken glass and then wails of cop sirens outside. were you just as broken as he? had you not realised it yet? you could blame this whole mess on the fact that he kept coming back, but you always let him back in. dabi was a broken man who only knew blood and grit and grime and you were the girl with a chance to lead a normal life— yet you poured all of your heart and all of your soul into loving him because you were so sure that you could fix him.

and every single time you’d convinced him, convinced yourself that what you had could be normal and domestic— dabi would slip between your sheets, pinning you to your bed with your name heavy on your lips and the emotion of love painted into the turquoise flecks in his eyes. they burned with passion while his heated cock sunk between your plush thighs and welcomed him into your warmth. the moans you’d share while your skin slapped together, creating a bubble of safety where you were the only two people on the world.

dabi made promises against your swollen lips as his fingers swirled hidden messages of desire into your slick, puffy clit. he couldn’t give you the ring, the wedding or the house with the white picket fence and dog barking at the post man in the front yard— but he could give you every part of him from the good to the bad, the beautiful to the ugly and he would seal that promise with a throaty groan of ‘you are mine and i am yours...’ into your ear as you came together.

but it seemed that like all things, dabi’s promises were broken like shattered glass— never meant to be kept or eternalised. the shards cut your delicate fingers, the pain numbed as you were left to pick up the pieces and be strong for the small life you were now responsible for.

you were careful to not let the door fly in and hit the wall opposite as you unlocked it, stumbling into your two bedroom with kori’s chubby legs locked around your hips and bag full of groceries in your other hand. “look princess,” you coo down at your daughter sweetly, watching as she drools all over your staff lanyard from work. “we’re home!” bending down, you dropped the produce off by the door before heading off to your living room area, propping kori in front of her toy mat.

smiling down at her, you brush the pure white hair that curls over her cobalt eyes and kiss her freckled cheeks— heart swooning at the way kori giggles in your arms. she’d been on her best behaviour the entire week, keeping out of trouble with the staff at her daycare and mrs yamamoto in the place upstairs, so it was only right that you treat her.

“you hungry babygirl? want mommy to make your favourite, hm?” kori is barely old enough to talk aside from a few babbles and repeats of mama but that doesn’t stop you from asking.

“mmmamamamaa!!”

you press another kiss to her baby fat cheeks before heading to the kitchen to prepare her favourite dinner— spaghetti. ever since kori started eating her solids, she hadn’t been a picky eater and you noticed that her appetite much resembled dabi’s, who couldn’t afford to be fussy about any of the meals you’d made for him before he disappeared.

making the sauce is easy, a dish you’d prepared from when you were a child and used to cook with your parents— you retrieve the ingredients from the groceries and pull out the stuff you’ll need to cook them. you mince the vegetables easily like you’d been taught as your mind gets away from you.

you wish that dabi was here to enjoy the domesticity of your current life— maybe him being around would lift the dark cloud over your life. sometimes it hurt to know that he would be missing out on moments like this and you could imagine him sitting by the couch while kori played with her toys and you cooked for them both. in this world, he’d laugh at her fascination with colder toys and magnets— make a joke about how much your little girl resembles him and kiss your cheek when you served them both up their favourite meals.

tears pool in your eyes at the thought of your wish never being granted and that’s all it takes for you to slip and cut your finger while chopping up the garlic. “fuck!” you boss, dropping the knife and squeezing your hand around the wounded digit. you know that the clattering of the knife has scared kori, and from the way she looks at you, you can already tell that she’s seen you injure yourself. “god, fuck...that hurt.”

there’s a pause in time, while you rinse your cut under the tap, cold water soothing the sting before kori starts to wail like her life depends on it. in a rush, you grab a tea towel in hopes that it’ll stop the bleeding and head straight for your baby, hoping that you’ll be able to soothe her. by the time you reach kori, her eyes are red with tears and snot dribbles from her nose down to her chin while she babbles loosely all the new words she’s learned— in a whiny tone.

“baby, don’t cry mommy’s got you,” you murmur to her, reaching out to the little girl with open arms. your heart breaks at the way her bottom lip wobbles in a watery pout. kori crawls into your arms, white mop of soft baby hair buried into the junction between your shoulder and your neck— her tiny body shakes with awful heaves and cries while her tears dampen the old hoodie of her father’s that you wear, effectively ruining the fabric. “come on honey, it’s okay! momma didn’t mean to scare you...”

she snivels in your arms, quiet for only a second while you walk around the apartment bouncing her. walking kori up and down seems to soothe her for the most part, a trick that worked when she was first born and had her horrible crying fits. “good girl, mama’s got you...” you continue to soothe her, brushing a finger under her white lashes to remove her tears. all is well for a second and it seems her tantrum has calmed, until she grabs onto your wounded finger and makes you curse in pain again.

“shit!”

“m-momma-!” kori whimpers, face creasing in pain as her cheeks start to heat up again. you fear that if you don’t do something soon she’ll bust a lung from crying.

you shake your head in an attempt to calm her down, baby sobs striking right through your body and resume bouncing her, hoping that it’ll work. “shhh kori, honey, it’s okay— mommy’s okay and so are you...” in the process of comforting her, you somehow trip over the discarded knife, sending it flying into the cabinets across from the island and making another loud noise that further spooks kori.

at this she screams bloody murder, the sound of her little chest heaving giving you a splitting headache. you were tired, tired of your daughter’s crying , working long hours with no help and raising a child all on your own. you were tired of the pain spreading through your head and your body and your heart. you needed an out or break at the very least.

you should feel guilty for what you’re about to do, heading for the nursery with a heaving baby in your grip. you can’t think of anything better to do than put kori down for a nap and hope that her crying tires her out— you do your best to pry the little girl from clinging onto your clothes and tuck her into her crib as she sniffles, quickly backing out of her room before she can call for you and make you feel even worse than you already do.

you close the door quietly behind you, somewhat sliding down it while your own sobs take over your body— shaking you violently as you hug your knees to your chest. you don’t know how long you sit there, biting your lips and holding onto in your whimpers while tears stream down the apples of your cheeks, but eventually

you find yourself drifting off with dreams of your happy family.

you jump awake a few hours later, surrounded by a thick darkness from the sky outside. the hum of the city streets helps to bring you back down to earth as you rub the sleep from your puffy eyes and blink away the exhaustion. you don’t quite remember when you’d fallen into a slumber but you figure that kori must have eventually, judging by the quietness that surrounds your apartment.

the blanket of the night allows your guilt to burn brightly in your chest— you shouldn’t have left her alone. scrambling to your feet, you stumble over to the kitchen counter and grab your phone to read the time. 11:06pm. it’s just about time that you check on your daughter, but with two steps of heading to the nursery and you’re met with foreign sound that doesn’t quite fit in with the usual creaks and squeaks of your apparent.

happy gurgles belonging to your baby creep out from underneath her bedroom door, low humming or singing to accompany her sweet sound. humming that you don’t recognise. with a pang of fear to your heart, you reach for the knife on your kitchen floor as a weapon of defence— this would go down nicely with the police. a single mother on self defence...yeah, that could work out.

the knife shakes in your hand as you approach kori’s nursery, barely steady even when you push open the door.

“...touya?”

nothing could prepare you for what you’d see after walking into that room but when your eyes fall witness to your love standing in the centre of the room with a little tuft of white hair cradled to his bare chest. the air around you tingles with warmth as if dabi has heated the place up with his quirk and your little girl curls into him as if she’s known him all her life. but she hadn’t, he hadn’t.

all at once, your heart heals just as it breaks— it’s been so long since you’ve seen the villain that you can’t help but notice all the changes in him, the way his eyes droop a little more with exhaustion and his hair dusted with a the slightest bit of white. he was noticeably thinner too, maybe from being away from a warm bed and good food for too long...so a half of you was relieved that he was home, the other— hurt and betrayed.

“hey beautiful,” dabi’s timbre voice fills your entire being, stimulating your senses into a dull tingle. his lips a drawn into soft smirk as he rocks kori back and forth, your baby’s eyes flutter with the gentle indication of sleep. “how’ya been?”

if you weren’t frozen in shock, you would have given the villain a piece of your mind. how dare he...after all this time apart from you, from his daughter...ask how you were doing? your eyes flutter to the open window behind the oldest todoroki son, as if you need to look away from him to convince yourself he’s real and he won’t disappear when you look back.

proven right by meeting the cool, chartreuse sea of his eyes— your throat runs dry as all you’d ever dreamed of saying in this moment, flees from your mind. “what are you doing here?” you say, trying to sound firm even though your voice falls through.

touya stays quiet, twirling a long finger through the small curls on his—your daughter’s head. “i was in the neighbourhood.” he mumbles, gaze tearing away from you to focus on the content infant he has in his arms.

you should feel angry, you should be screaming and kicking at dabi— forcing him out of your home with your child safe in your own arms but your body doesn’t will you to. hurt seeps through your veins at the casual aura in his tone. of course dabi would treat the situation as if it never existed and that he’d been with you the whole time. the pain of seeing him with her as if he’d been in kori’s life from the very start wraps around your heart in a poisonous grip and squeezes hard until you’re choking back a sob, letting it sit in the base of your throat.

you refuse to break in front of him.

“you need to go. you need to put her down and you need to leave.” you attempt to assert yourself in a harsh bark, almost making dabi jump. he’d never seen you like this before, but then again he hadn’t seen you in a year. he could only imagine what motherhood had done to you, especially facing it on your own. touya hesitates, kori shifting in his soft grip— one he didn’t even know that he had as a villain but you steady yourself and repeat your words. “touya, i said you need to leave.”

“why? so you can fall asleep and leave her crying on her own again?” the villain spits out, harsher than he intended. he watches your face fall and your body curl in on itself and he feels bad. dabi had promised you a lot of things since realising he loved you, and not hurting you like his father hurt his mother was one that he’d just broken. relenting, the dark haired villain eases kori from his pec and tucks her into her crib.

there’s a beat of silence and then. “i’m sorry.”

��you should be.”

“yn,” he sighs, running a hand through the light roots of his hair as he leans over his child’s crib. the young father tilts his head, scanning kori’s face while he identifies every characteristic she has from the family he’d done his best to free himself of. “i’m sorry, it’s just— just that she was cold and crying, so i took off my shirt and held her and she warmed up and—“ dabi pauses his quiet rambling, finally looking up from the slumbering baby tucked away into powder blue silk and locks eyes with you. “and she probably has my mom’s shitty quirk. and i can’t get over how much she looks like them, how big she’s gotten.”

touya finds his shirt after admitting that, throwing on the thin white material before closing the window he came through. he moves with the swiftness that comes with his job, and it’s almost peaceful to watch. you stay plastered by the door, torn between falling right into the palm of his hand and demanding the answers that you and your daughter deserve.

it makes you feel a little sick when he gazes down at kori with pride, it makes you queasy at how easy she was to handle to him. touya todoroki doesn’t know half of what it was to raise his child...but did that make you a bad mother? was there something he shared with kori that you didn’t? dabi hadn’t known what it was to love someone other than himself until he’d met you, but you’d spent your entire life around family and friends who took care of you and made you feel cherished every day. you had all of that before you had dabi, and you’d given it all up for him.

shouldn’t you be the one to easily put your daughter down for a nap? to soothe her tears? and for him to come so briskly into your lives and take care of it all when he doesn’t even know what you’d been through, hurts most of all.

“you don’t even know her,” you start, tremble to your bottom lip as the sob in your throat builds up and threatens to burst. “you never saw her after she was born, never cut the cord, never knew her weight. you don’t know how tiny she was when she came into the world, you don’t know because you didn’t come!” with each word, stray tears manage to escape from your tired eyes, but you’re too fixated on dabi to bother to wipe them. it hurts to cry, it stings even as they stream down the apples of youth cheeks but you don’t move.

“yn, sweetness, i—“

“i know how much she weighed when she was born, four pounds and thirteen ounces. she was so tiny i was scared that she would break—“ you’re gasping now, almost choking yourself out on the pain that burns brightly in your lungs and claws its way up your throat. “i know her favourite foods, what fabrics irritate her skin, her favourite stuffed toys, how she likes to be swaddled in her blankets at night or that her curls make her face itch but they’re practically untameable.”

you start to heave, losing breath with every word and dabi does nothing but watch, keeping an eye on kori to make sure she stays sleeping as he steps towards you. “i know that i love her more than i’ve loved anything in my entire life, despite how much i suffered alone bringing her into this world. and i know that i named her kori after the ice that frosted the windows of my hospital room while i waited for... you.”

touya remains emotionless while you descend into madness, letting you cry it out. “i’ve been watching...”

you want to scream, beat his chest and blame him for how insane you’ve become. “watching isn’t enough touya, she needed you. i-i needed you.” you whimper, falling limp against the door frame as your hands move threateningly towards your hair as if you’re going to rip it out from the root. “...you couldn’t come and visit? not once i-in the eleven months that she’s been alive? not once while she’s been breaking me down and giving—“

“giving you a hard time? i tried, i took care of you from afar...i’m the one who made your boss disappear. the one who put his hands on you.” dabi sneers towards the end of his once gentle words, standing a breaths width away from you. you hate that you crave the same touch from him as he gave to kori, but you’re still so mad at him.

eventually, it all becomes too much and you succumb to the tears that wrack your exhausted body. you sway with each choked wail that tumbles from between your chapped lips and dabi surges forward to catch you after kicking the knife from earlier away, letting you sink into the warmth of his embrace. he feels like home, smells like safety and not a word is uttered as he brings you to the floor and cradles you like he did with his daughter.

dabi doesn’t need to say sorry when he shows you through how close he holds you to his heart.

when you finally calm down, dabi lifts you bridal style to your bathroom and draws you a bath with the salts and lavender extract from the cupboard above the sink. neither of you speak except for when he softly offers to help you undress— to which you decline— and when he tells you he’s going to fix something to eat.

you knew damn well that the villain could not cook, he hadn’t been when he was little since endeavour took away the entirety of his childhood and you’d only taught him the basics when he was still on the run and stopped by your place from time to time. his favourite thing back then had been to watch you cook to the weird music you kept playing, hips swaying to the beat and a sparkle in your eyes— but you didn’t do that anymore, he could tell those days were long gone.

dabi orders in takeout in the end and you have half a mind to curse him out for using your money— but the day’s events have exhausted you beyond your wits end, so you eat with him in silence atop your double bed after dressing in an old shirt of his. “stay the night.” is what you tell him, scared that he’ll leave. he puts his cigarette out on your balcony. the doors usually stayed locked so kori couldn’t crawl out on her own but you opened it for him since dabi liked to smoke and you hated the ash.

he promised to quit back then, and he hadn’t now.

“i’ll stay.” dabi says, throwing the butt over the ledge and stripping his clothes as he follows you to bed. he decides not to mention he wanted to stay anyway. you peel back the covers enough for him to slip in behind you, heated arms wrapping around your waist and settling on your tummy, where he rubs small patterns into your skin. the villain’s chest is overwhelmingly warm against your back— reminding you of the days where you would spoon and he’d wait with baited breath for kori to kick.

both of you lay together, wide awake in the dark for goodness knows how long. touya’s breath balmy against the nape of your neck and if you focused hard enough, you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin. he pretends to sleep, refusing to acknowledge that his proximity to you affects him in the worst of ways— evident in how his prominent hard on presses against the swell of your ass.

rolling over, your heart skips a beat at the way your love’s eyes still manage to glow brightly in the dark— ignited by the flames of his quirk and emotions of angst from the past.

they flicker as he looks to you, pale skin illuminated by the silver moon slipping in from your balconies, scars as enticing as ever. tentatively, you reach a hand out to cup his face, not kidding the apprehension that paint his matured features even as you run your fingers down the scars on his jaw. “been a while since we’ve been like this,” is all you can muster up, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek while your free hand snakes between your bodies in an attempt to pleasure the man.

fear strikes you right in the chest, leaving you panting as dabi flips you onto your back quickly, pinning your wrists against the bed. “don’t,” he growls, almost feral in tone and in his eyes. “don’t do something you might regret in the morning.”

you lay still, staring at the man above you in an attempt to read him. doing so had always been hard, but tonight you can see every detail of his life and every part of him. the fear of being his father and disappointing another group of people, a broken man torn between the people he loved and the life he led— you could finally see him. you wondered if it hurt him to be away from you and his child, if he ever thought of you.

you take a deep breath, fabric of the sheets fuzzy in your ears as you shake your head up at him. “i could never regret being with you,” you sigh, dabi’s gaze lowering. “i just need you...”

your proclamation is all the permission dabi needs before he ascends on your neck, almost whimpering at the taste of your skin against his tongue. you know that he’s avoiding your lips, scared that things may not feel the same if he kisses you there— as if your love might have fizzled out from the months that you’ve been apart. the villain’s mouth is hot against your skin, sharp teeth sinking into the column of your throat— it’s not hard for him to find the spots that make your back arch and body tingle, the dark haired man would be embarrassed to admit that he had your body mapped out in his brain. you were all that he thought about in the months between then and now.

you miss his lips, but you fear that if you push your love to far he’ll clam up and withdraw from you completely. you can’t lose him while you have him now. in the meantime, your bodies press against one another hotly, burning while dabi paints shades of blue and purple deeper than his eyes against your flesh before lapping at each love bite with an odd tenderness people wouldn’t think he possessed at first glance. as he works, touya loses grip on your wrists, allowing them free roam across the expanse of his back.

your nails leave light tracks across his back, trailing up from his muscled back to the nape of his neck— curling in the white roots of his hair in an attempt to tug him up to your lips. “baby,” the old pet name tumbles from between them before you can catch yourself, laboured from where you’re short of breath. “please kiss me, please..”

with newly mussed hair, dabi is still for a moment before leaving one last mark at where your jaw meets your neck— wet tongue lolling over the fresh bruise while his large palm move back to cup your head. a thumb belonging to a scared hand runs over your bottom lip, pulling the plump flesh down while he watches your face for a reaction. “are you sure that’s what you want, beautiful?” the villain chuckles into the dark of the night, pink muscle running over his own lips to wet them in anticipation. “you want your man to kiss you?”

your senses go into overdrive, desperate for any kind of contact from the man above you— he feels so close and yet, a million miles away, even with his body making its way between your thighs and your chests pressing together eagerly.

“touya—“ you breathe, barely able to finish your sentence before the man himself delves deep into your mouth. his lips move with hesitance at first, sucking on yours slightly and parting for air more often than he should but you grip him by the whites of his hair firmly and tug him further into the kiss. your tongue dances along the seam of his lips, prying them open as you seek permission for entrance— dabi groans lowly as you tug on his roots and force your way into his mouth, tasting him as if it were your last time.

you swallow each of his moans that mingle softly with your own, while your tongues dance together messily— the kiss were and sloppy as if the two of you were out of practice. your worries fly out of the window from there, it’s good to know that neither of you had been with others during your time apart instead you feel like a teenager making out with their highschool crush for the very first time. dabi’s hips rut into the plush bed beneath you both and you can tell that even the slightest touches are riling him up beyond belief— it’d been almost a year since he’d felt you against him in any way and it didn’t help that you were so ready to accept him.

that you still wanted him.

whimpering at the thought, the villain pauses against your lips to catch his breath— panting softly. you can feel him pulling away, questioning if he deserves to be with you after everything he’d put you through. so, cupping dabi’s jaw, you let your free hand slip between your heated bodies and glide your fingertips along the waist band of his sweats.

“yn, i ain’t so sure about this,” dabi sighs, body twitching at the proximity of your hands to his hardness, his eyelids flutter shut and lock away his beautiful blue eyes— holding fear, insecurity and desire. “what if ya’still regret this later on?”

smiling up at him, you thumb at his cheek and work your hand deeper into his pants, past his underwear. “you’ve been away too long baby, i would regret not being with you more,” you coo up at him just as you grasp at his hardened length, watching as dabi shudders in your grip. his cock leaks hotly against your soft palm from going untouched for so long, your fingers explore him— tracing down the thick veins on the underside of his length. “let me make you feel good tonight.”

“fuck, sweetness. talk pretty with that filthy fuckin’ mouth of yours.” touya breathes heavily against your mouth, both of yours falling open in hot moans. cheekily, you run a thumb over his tip, circling the slit at the top. dabi collapses on top of you, burying his mop of salt and pepper hair into your neck as he drives his hips into your hand at his own leisurely pace. “y’better live up to those words—shit, don’t go letting me down, princess.” jade orbs finally open, heavy with lust and desire as the air around you tingles with a newfound desire to make each other feel good, settling on the planes of your marked and scratched skin.

your grip around dabi tightens while he fucks into your closed fist, wet sounds filling the room from where he leaks at his bright red tip— almost hot as his hands that dance up your sides and tenderly touch at your hips. so unsure, yet so needy. clear, thick precum guides the movement of your hand as it slides up and down your lover’s girth— he’s much bigger than you remember, swollen with an impending orgasm and dabi stutters when you reach further down his boxers to grip at weighty balls full of his seed, just about ready to burst.

he howls from deep within his chest, the noise only muffled from the drool that glides across his tongue before the villain’s wandering and scarred palms stop at your rib cage, settling just under your breasts. you don’t bother to stop pleasuring him even as his quirk ignites, blue flames burning right through your night shirt to expose your skin to the cool night air. without even a second thought, dabi’s mouth ascends on your tits, taking one into the hot cavern while his free hand seers marks over the other.

the thought have being branded by your man makes your hips jump and your hand squeeze his cock in your grip— a reminder of what’s to come later on. his strawberry tongue rolls across your hardened nipple and you yelp in surprise with the sudden feeling of cool metal across the exposed flesh. “y-you have your tongue pierced?” you squeal as dabi repeats his actions, loving the way you arch your back into his mouth and your heart rate speeds up.

“never know when a bit of metal’s gonna come in handy, sugar tits.”

you barely have time to formulate a response before your boyfriend’s mouth is back on you, biting and sucking and marking your raw flesh like a man starved of his last meal— you don’t let up either, quickly pumping his cock as he continues to leak, painting your hand with teases of his incoming release. you’re sure that his sweatpants and the sheets below you will be stained with his arousal from how much precum oozes from his dick, slicking up your hands and creating the perfect flashlight but you don’t dare to think of anything else but the way dabi’s face twists with pleasure as he desperately thrusts himself into the softness of your palm.

his cheeks flush red, globs of drool connecting the roof of his mouth to his tongue while his eyes grow fuzzy at each step he takes closer to orgasm, the very drool from his mouth covers each of your breasts as dabi switches between them— creating a layer of wet against your supple skin that shines under the moon. you flick your wrist around him, faster, harder— giving the villain everything you’ve got to make him feel good.

“shit pretty girl, y’gonna make me...cum,” touya shakes in your grip, eyes crossing and tongue becoming lazy against your marked up chest. his salvia pools against your skin while he pants and fucks your wet hand as if it were your pretty little cunt clamping down on him. “fuck, fuck, fuck. don’t you fuckin’ stop, don’t you dare fuckin’ stop...”

he barks out the demands, but there’s a neediness to his tone and whine to his voice that makes you grin with pride, even if you’re barely there from having your nipples stimulated beyond belief. “cum for me touya, please, wanna feel you come undone for me.” you beg him, ever so slightly and it’s just enough to push the villain over the edge, sending him into an earth shattering orgasm. you don’t dare to stop as you jerk him off, guiding down from his high as his cock twitches from release and paints your knuckles with the thick white of his seed. he mewls contendly into your breasts, slowing his hips while the world of colours dance behind his cerulean eyes.

“here with me yet?” you murmur to him, grasping his wild locks to tilt his head up towards your face— dabi looks so blissed out but the smirk on his raw and bitten lips tells you the night is far from over.

pressing a searing kiss to your sternum, your boyfriend’s pierced tongue makes yet another appearance as he trails the muscle down your soft tummy— biting your navel as he goes. “never left gorgeous, but don’t you fucking dare think for a second that this is over, y’got that?” he sits up quickly, grabbing hold of your doughy thighs and using them to pull you down the bed. the pads of his fingers start to burn marks into your skin, dancing along your legs and stopping just above the waistband of your underwear. “gotta stretch this cunt open before i give you my cock, remind you of who the fuck you belong to.”

spreading your thighs nice and wide, you release a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding as dabi’s hands finally come into contact with your slit, prodding at your slick folds from over your panties. lowering his face between your open legs, your boyfriend hums in satisfaction as he peels your sticky panties away from your pussy. “why, babydoll, you’re so fucking wet down here. this can’t all be for me, can it?” touya teases you, hot breath fanning against your unused sex while his fingers play with the string of your slick that coats them. “y’must’ve missed your man badly for your lil cunt to look this fucked up, s’pecially when i haven’t even touched’ya yet.”

you shiver and nod weakly, willing to say or do anything to feel more of your boyfriend against you. “s’all for you dabi, o-only you could get me this wet, n-no one else could take your place...” you mewl, hips bucking into the air while the man himself watches you grow needier and needier, hormones expelled into the air. dabi grins, leaning into your core once more to press his nose into your wetness, sniffing your spiked panties like the dirty man he is— only to then lay his pierced tongue flat against your folds, tracing your hole with the muscle while his nose bumps at your clothed clit.

“saved this all for me, huh? you’re so loyal, sweetness. waiting for me all this time…” he kitten licks at your cunt until you’re writhing amongst the already solid sheets, forcing his spit into your hole from over the thin fabric of your panties, creating a more prominent outline of your puffy lower lips as your thighs quieter around his head. they threaten to close as he works on you through your underwear— teasing and prodding at your sex to see if you respond the same way to his touches as you used to.

you force your shaking through his black and white locks, grabbing hold of his roots in an attempt to pull dabi back to your heat when he lifts his head from between your thighs— pushing your lips into a pout. “no, no no, baby, please— need you to eat my cunt, want your mouth on me, please!” you cry out, but you’re quickly pacified by his scarred hand which cups your pussy— seat of his hand grinding into your clit.

“god, if i had known you were still this eager to fuck me i woulda come home a long time ago, babydoll.” he chuckles, licking up your inner thigh and biting down on the plush flesh. “need’ta get rid of these though, they’re getting in my way.” the villain gestures to your panties, making you watch as his quirk burns it’s way through the silky material until it’s nothing but ash against your sheets. you gasp as soon as your cute little pussy is exposed to the cool air, missing the warmth of touya’s pink tongue against it. “better.” he sneers, eyes bright and glowing in the dark with a new sense of feral desire.

thick digits press into your tight hole at the same time touya takes to sucking on your swollen clit, forcing their way up your velvet walls in search for your pleasure spot. dabi chuckles against your sticky folds as you begin to whine, hips rolling up into your lover’s face while his tongue draws rough patterns onto your bud. you’ve missed him, missed this. the nights where the villain dabi would sneak into your home, becoming your touya todoroki between the four walls that you shared— where you would spend nights seeing stars by his hand or his cock and he would make you his over and over again. the memories have you clamping down on his digits like there’s no tomorrow, greedily sucking them in as he strokes at the walls of your sex and makes your whole body shake.

touya works hard at pleasuring you, apologising for his absence through slurping the juices from your folds only for you to gush and paint his scarred chin with more of your nectar. the way you taste makes him dizzy, he could spend the rest of his life between your thighs and never miss the outside world like he did before tonight. he wants to be good for you, make you feel good too and it’s not enough to feel the ecstasy roll off of your heavenly body in waves— he wants all of you, mind, body and soul to belong to him.

you can barely breathe, leaking with every swipe of his tongue against you and every twist of his fingers inside of you. you can feel everything at once, the euphoria crackling across your brain, high on the way touya makes you feel. “god, t-touya, don’ stop...feel so fucking good…” you heave in a drawn out moan, barely able to tell what’s up and what’s down as the villain pulls his fingers from your slick hole and replaces them with his tongue ( only after they’ve pushed down on your g-spot over and over again ).

“you’re not the one giving orders, sweet stuff, oh no.” dabi reminds you sloppily, looking like a child with no table manners as your nectar smears across his face. for his own satisfaction, he delivers a harsh smack to your pussy, watching as your entire body jolts and jumps up the bed. “your cunt is mine and i’ll do what i want with it, show you how much i missed it.”

his possessive words almost set you off, the knot in your stomach growing tighter with every pinch of your nub and every swirl on his tongue inside your walls, committing every ridge to memory. your body burns and you’re not sure if it’s from dabi pressing against you so hotly or because of the desire that fuels the fire inside you.

“yours, yours, yours!” you chant like a mantra, high pitched and whiny— your voice mixing with the crude sounds of your own pathetic cunt, that grows louder when dabi spits on your clit to add to your wetness. he lets it drip between your folds, fingers to busy with stimulating you to catch it before it slides between your lower cheeks, opting to use his tongue on you instead.

“ya’like that don’t you? missed your whinin’ pretty girl, fuck, even missed making you a fucking mess.” you keen into his touch, babbling incoherent praises to the man between your legs as he spreads you wider by the ass with one hand and forces his fingers back into your cunt with the other. his fingers curl into a come hither motion, repeatedly pressing down on your spongy spot as he sloppily makes out with your puffy nub— taking only one, two, three strokes to make your eyes roll into the back of your skull and your orgasm to wash over you.

your body convulses, shaking as you’re hit hard by your release— juices gushing all over your lover’s face even as he refuses to let up. “t-touya no...no no...can-can’t,” you whinge, tears clumping in your lashes. dabi spreads your lips again, using three digits instead of two to continue stimulating your clit until another release builds up inside your lower belly— clear liquid gushing out of your abused pussy and staining the sheets below.

he hums proudly, pressing a lasting kiss to your fluttering hole before reaching up to your lips to do the same, barely allowing you the time to catch your breath— chest heaving while you come down from your high. “so pretty when you squirt for me like that, sweetness,” dabi moans into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on him. but as soon as he comes, he’s gone— rolling you onto your stomach and lifting your hips so your ass sits in the air for him. “gonna take my cock now, kay?”

“kay,” you mumble into the sheets, brain too fuzzy to resist as the villain manhandles you the way he wants.

after shoving down his sweatpants, the eldest todoroki grips the peachy soft flesh of your ass— smacking it a few times with his heat activated palms to watch the flesh jiggle and his handprint sink into the skin. you lean back, watching over your shoulder as his cock stands at full attention, hard from seeing you come undone on his fingers and tongue. it burns bright red at the tip, another fat glob of precum making it shine and making you dribble with anticipation. “y’such a fuckin’ slut, my beautiful slut… hungry for my cock even after i’ve wrecked your lil pussy so bad,” dabi says with a cocky lilt to his voice, the very tone making your hole clench around nothing. he taps his sticky cockhead against your slit, running it up and down your cunt three or four times— groaning as it slides between your cheeks. the sensation causes your back to arch as you wail, fingers gripping the bed covers so tight that you almost cause them to tear. “don’t you worry baby, ‘m gonna make up for lost time, you don’t have to miss me anymore.”

there’s a double meaning to his words that you don’t ask him to elaborate on, too caught up in the way he teases your hole as he dips his length in— only to pull it right back out. “don’t tease, need you badly,” you plead, earning yourself another harsh spank to your raw ass cheeks.

“shut the fuck up and let me fuck you,” the words are harsh against his tongue, but dabi utters them softly as he relents to his wishes. his cerulean gaze flutters down to where your bodies begin to join, his large hand gripping his length before he starts to push into your dribbling entrance. “god, you’re s’fuckin’ tight, you might as well be a virgin.” pussy spasming at his words, you leak against touya’s cock, creating a lewd squelching sound as he pushes more of himself into you. the weight of dabi’s thick girth causes painful, yet delicious burn which he eases by rubbing soothing circles into your clit once more. “been s’long, i outta fuck you open again, huh?”

“uhuh, take me again touya. make me yours, all over again.” you slur over the spit drowning your tongue, eyes fluttering shut when the villain’s hips surge forward his dick brushes against your cervix. his rough, calloused palm grabs your neck from behind, forcing you down into the sheets while he bottoms out inside of you and pushes the last of his cock past your entrance. the two of you groan in unison, touya sitting heavy inside of your walls before you muster up the energy to say. “move.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice, whilst dabi was enjoying the feeling of being engulfed by your soft, warm insides— cock twitching in relief from time to time— he finds it within him to pull back from your selfish cunt to thrust into you with all his might. the force pulls a broken squeal from between your bitten and bruised lips, your hips pushing back against dabi to keep him inside of you. the pair of you move in sync, bodies dancing in a sensual grind between lovers that moulds your cunt into the shape of your boyfriend once more. “oh fuck yeah baby, oooh, missed your cunny s’bad…” dabi yowls loudly, listening for the squashy sounds of your sexes moving against one another. “christ, you like when i talk about your pathetic little pussy like this?”

you bite down on your lower lip, embarrassed by your own bleats of pleasure when he degrades you like this. annoyed by your lack of answer, touya grabs onto your hips and pulls you off of his cock, only to slam them back into you seconds later. his pace is unforgiving and relentless from there, forcing your body up the bed with every thrust into your core. “yes! like it, love it, missed your cock so bad touya!” you cry, holding onto the sheets for dear life as his dick drags along your pleasure spots and his hands burn marks into your ass and hips.

weakly, you attempt to match his thrusts. circling the meat of your ass back onto dabi and squeezing around the head of his girth every time it plunges into your sopping pussy. your arousals mix as he pounds away at your hole, a thick string hanging between your bodies and dribbling down your inner thighs, tainting innocent skin. the wet noise reverberates across the room, creating a passionate symphony with dabi’s deep, pitiful moans.

even though it had been a while since the two of you had been intimate like this, dabi still knew all the ways to get your body going. he took you from behind but still let his marred hands wonder and explore the planes of your skin, pinching here and there, marking your body as his to use and his alone. there’s love hidden beneath his rough touches, little signs that he missed having you so close to him— having you split open on his cock while you dripped on his pelvis and ruined your bedsheets, was his own way of unleashing his pent up emotions of love, anger and despair onto you and you wanted it. you wanted his good and his bad while he fucked you like his life depended on it, balls deep inside the pussy of the woman he loved was where he was most vulnerable with you.

“s-shit, sweetness, you’re such a pretty mess, so fucked up on my cock, can feel you clamping around me like my greedy bitch should.” you’re stuffed so full, clenching every time touya drives his cock deeper into your gummy cunt, head prodding at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. he’s losing his mind at how you choke out his iron hot girth, clear liquid seeping down your thighs at every thrust. “you’re my beautiful brain dead baby, letting me fuck you like this, yeah? missed you baby, missed this,” despite his words, touya is no better than you, mind hazy with thoughts of you creaming around him because of how good he’s made you feel. him, and no one else. you saved yourself for him after all these months, the least he could do was bring you to cloud nine.

he does so by angling his thrusts up to meet your pleasure spot every time, howling your name in the way he knows you like just to feel your hot cunny spew more of your juices out against his tummy. “missed you, thought about this for months,” you lament, elbows that kept you up finally giving out as your body tiredly collapses into the sheets— dabi’s balls still clapping against your ass. he follows you down into bed covers, chest pressing hotly against your back as the jackhammers into you from behind. “thought about your fat cock in my tight pussy, t-touched myself to you...made being alone worth it, made waiting for you to come home worth it. ‘cause i get to see your beautiful face when you fuck me…” you barely register what you’re saying, babbling incorrectly while the temperature of your body rises with your level of arousal.

behind you, touya’s cheeks burn with a new feeling. deep down, all he wanted was to be validated as a lover to you, he’d always been deemed as the bad guy incapable of feeling anything for anyone other than himself. but you, you had proved him wrong so many times and he still found your words hard to believe. yet, it felt good to know how much you loved him. snaking a hand down to your face, the villain squishes your cheeks together and brings you up to his own face despite the arch to your back— he keeps up his sinful pace, your lower cheeks bouncing with every push and pull of his length while he drips a globule of his saliva into your pouting mouth. “shut up,” he grunts harshly, although love is written across his cobalt eyes.

you smile up at him dopily, keeping eye contact with him as you swallow gratefully. “anything for you,” his hands slip from your squashed cheeks to your throat, cupping it as he holds you against him. more arousal pools in your lower stomach, turned on by the thrill of him being able to end your life right then and there, all it would take would be one flame but you know more than anything that dabi loves you and would never hurt you. “i love you, touya todoroki. i a-always will.”

your admission makes dabi’s heart stop in his chest, heated pants tickling your ear as he continues to take you and claim your body as his. with newfound vigor, he links his free hand with yours that lays against the bed and rams his cock into your core as hard and as fast as he can, determined to make you cum. “i—oh fuck, i love you too, sweetness…” the arsonist can feel the way your cunt flutters around his girth at his confession, tears building up in your eyes once more. god, you were so pretty like this, arched for him perfectly in the moon, stars illuminating every curve and dip on your body— showing off the stretch marks from where you’d carried his child. everything about you turned him on in the best possible ways and everything about you that turned him on, also turned out to be everything he loved about you.

your stupid big heart, your stupid big eyes when you say that you love him, your stupid smile when he used to kiss you and hold you and even now when he fucked you. touya todoroki was in love and in the worst possible way but he couldn’t say he regretted a single moment of it, not when you stayed true to him after all these months of being apart. you raised his child and you loved him all the same and a part of him is grateful that you never turned your back on him like everyone else he’s ever loved.

so the least he could do is make love to you, push his creamy cock into the depth of your core while kissing down your spine to watch you shudder oh so cutely. it’s messy and sloppy and the pair of you should feel nasty for the stench of sex in the air, lingering against your skin. but you don’t, how could you? not when love and adoration tingles in the air as well, it’s messy because of the unadulterated emotions you feel for one another— deep in vulnerability is where dabi grinds his cock slowly into you, hitting all the right places that make you scream his name into the night. makes him mumble incoherent praises against your bruised neck and squished cheeks as he lewdly licks a stripe up the column of your neck to behind your ear.

you gush around him and he grunts with ecstasy into your ear, tightening that knot in your stomach as you both step closer to your highs. “you like the way i fill this cunt up, huh? yeah? when i hold you like this, when i fuck you like this?” dabi mutters to you lewdly, holding onto his sanity by a thin thread as his own release sneaks up on him. “tell me you like it...fuck sweetness, please.”

“i love the way you fuck me touya, fuck! only you can make me feel this good,” you moan to appease him, bouncing back against his cock while his hips begin to stutter and your eyes begin to cross. it’s true, you love belonging to him, being able to bring him such pleasure and you know he feels the same way. the villain prods at your g-spot over and over again, stealing your breath away as he pulls you up and into your chest, changing the angle of his hips to bring you to the last hurdle. “baby—ohmygod—-touya! ‘m sososo close, don’t stop...don’t stop, gonna cum, give it to me, give it to me please!” you chant, eyes fluttering shut as you lean your head back against his shoulder and search for his hand, voice rising with every octave as you get closer and closer.

“fucking cum for me sweet girl, shit, cum all over this fucking cock.” dabi manages through gritted teeth, grasping your hand while the pace of his thrusts grow inconsistent.

that’s all that you need to hear before the damn breaks and arousal floods through your entire body courses through your veins. white dances behind your eyes in flashes as your release flushes out of your pussy and drips between touya’s balls, coating them in a layer your honeyed slick. you slump against your boyfriend, not able to mutter a word as you convulse in a silent scream and squeeze both his hand and cock alike.

gently, he pushes you down to the bed and pulls his cock from your intoxicating heat— his free hand clasps around his cock, palming himself towards a swift release. “yeah, oh fuck yeah, fuckin’ love you baby,” he cums on your back and your ass, thick, potent and milky seed landing on your flushed skin before he collapses beside you and exhaustion settles in his bones.

you black out for a few minutes after, fingers still intertwined but dabi manages to slip out long enough to retrieve a washcloth that's damp and warm to clean you both up with. you wake up just as he crawls back into bed with you, kissing your hairline while he makes himself comfortable. “almost thought i’d killed you for a second,” the villain jokes, slinging a loose arm over your bare waist and pulling you to lay on his chest.

“you couldn’t, even if you tried.” you counter sleepily, drawing star shapes on your boyfriend’s naked stomach. a comfortable silence sweeps over the room, despite the thoughts that linger on your mind. looking up at dabi, you notice him drifting off but still can’t help the words that slip from your lips. “why didn’t you ever come back?”

you feel dabi’s chest rise and fall with a deep sigh, fingers coming up to scratch at your scalp— something that used to help you to sleep when you were together before. “i was figuring out a way to get out of the league, to be with you and kori.” he says after some time, catching your eye as you give him a confused look. “shigaraki doesn’t know about her, i never told him. but i knew from the moment we found out about her, i didn’t want her to be a part of the life i’m involved in and knowing how the league works, they’d find a way to make use of her.”

you stay quiet, not knowing what to do with the new information and dabi’s reasoning for staying away for so long. on one hand you were grateful to him for keeping your daughter quiet and safe but part of you still wished he’d given you a sign to let you know it’d all be okay. grabbing your chin, he forces you to look up at him—passionate flames burning in his eyes. “i need you to trust me on this one sweetness, i promise nothin’ will happen to you nor kori. so long as i’m around.”

“pinky promise?” you ask him sweetly, feeling the truth to his words.

you hold up your pinky to the villain’s face, smiling through exhaustion as he rolls his eyes down at you. “pinky promise, babydoll. now get some shut eye, kay?” touya links your pinky with his, scoffing when you make him kiss them.

“g’night, touya.”

“sleep well, babydoll.”

the bed is cold when you wake up the next morning.

the panic sets in quickly, speeding up with the chirping of birds from your balcony outside. you shouldn’t be tearing up over the childishness of a pinky promise. he always made you promises but never actually kept the and as quickly as dabi had waltzed back into your life, he had left you alone and in the cold once more.

gathering yourself together, you stumble out of your bed— avoiding any mirrors that may show the cascade of marks dabi had left against your skin from the previous night. you feel embarrassed and ashamed that you let him back into your life so easily, especially now that you had kori to think about. tears start to well in your tired and puffy eyes as you head to the kitchen, thinking that a mug of coffee will calm you down before you prep your daughter for the day.

but as you wander out of your room, the familiar sound of your baby girl’s laugher drifts through the air— seemingly coming from the kitchen. the sweet melody calls out to you and suddenly your casual stride to the kitchen becomes a brisk walk so you can reach her faster. “kori? baby? did you climb out of your crib again—?” you call out to her, stopping in your tracks when you round the corner.

dabi stands in the middle of your kitchen, still shirtless, with kori balanced on his hip— in one hand he holds a small blue flame, which you’re sure he believes is safe enough for kori to play with while the other steadies your baby girl while she claps and squeals. a first. you’re not too sure when the last time you’d seen her happy was, but you figure her father’s presence had something to do with it.

“i was going to make you breakfast, but the little shit woke up and i didn’t have enough free hands to make you a grilled cheese.” touya smirks over at you, diminishing his flame to grasp kori’s hand and use it to wave at you. she squeals happily, curls bouncing and eyes lighting up in a similar way to her father’s. your heart melts at the sight of them being together, seeing the mannerisms that they share and how joyous they seem. they both grinned the same way, shared the little twitch in their noses and even their sneezes. kori todoroki was an exact replica of touya todoroki, right down to the tiny red curl she had lost in her white locks.

“you know, i thought you’d left,” you make your way across to the island where dabi sets his daughter down and check her temperature— just in case her sudden change in mood is down to any sickness. “the bed was cold when i woke up.”

“didn’t i make you a promise last night, sweetness? i’m not going anywhere,” the arsonist reminds you, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you wipe at kori’s pudgy baby cheeks and give her the once over again. “if you’re checking the kid’s temperature, she's usually pretty cold because of my mom’s quirk. something ice related will be coming through, but she must’ve inherited your strong constitution. guess she has a normal body temp when i’m around ‘cause it balances her out.” while dabi explains the inner workings of kori’s incoming quirk, she claps and babbles excitedly from her place on the island— making a game out of throwing her toys off of it. all of dabi’s logic makes sense and you seem a little more relieved knowing how to take care of her from here.

picking her up, along with her stray toys, you set your baby down by her playmat again and switch on some baby-safe cartoons while you fix yourself and dabi some coffee, kissing all over kori’s face beforehand. he had whined when you pulled away the first time to give your daughter some attention, it was almost comical how the big bad villain had pouted then. “i wonder if there’s anything of mine she inherited or if it’s all you and todoroki genetics.”

“well, her pretty smile certainly didn’t come from me, babydoll.” dabi muses with a light chuckle, arms trapping you against his chest once more as you continue to make you both some much needed caffeine. the coffee machine whirrs as you sway together in the early morning sunshine, warmth from the sun brushing against your skin and touya’s hair tickling your neck before he presses kisses over your fading love bites while kori’s annoying shows play in the background. everything feels complete and at peace. you feel like a real family. “i could get used to this, this life with you.”

you spin in dabi’s arms, cupping his cheeks and taking in his face for the millionth time in the last twelve hours. “then stay, or at least visit some more now that you’re back. you may not feel it, but kori and i need you. everything has always been better when you’ve been around touya… and i mean that. stay.” you stare at him with pleading eyes, standing on your tiptoes to stare him down and communicate just how much you needed him here with you both.

and for once in his life, touya todoroki feels the most loved he’s ever really felt. here in this shitty two bedroom apartment with his angelic little girl and his beautiful girlfriend during the winter season— touya knows this is right where he needs to be. “i’ll stay, for as long as you’ll fuckin’ have me.”

“forever, then?” you ask, eyes lowering to your boyfriend’s lips.

“forever it is, babydoll.” the villain nods, following your gaze before leaning down to capture your lips with a promise written into your sweet kiss.

extended ending

you thought that the best kind of weather was when the sun peeked out from behind the clouds but the air around you was still as cold as a december’s day. the breeze is enough to make your nose run just a little, but occasionally the warmth of the sun’s rays radiates across your skin like a warm blanket, balancing it out.

it was the kind of weather where people didn’t know how to dress, some wore mismatched shorts and jerseys whilst others were decked out in scarves up to their cheeks and sandals where their toes flopped out. it was the kind of weather that reminded you of dabi and kori, they were your warmth and your cold, they balanced each other out and made your family whole.

kori sits on your right hip as you push the car door closed and wave goodbye to an accomplice of your boyfriend’s— your driver for the evening. your little girl’s curls are combed back into two even pigtails, dark blue bows in each one while the red lock of her hair ( now, much longer ) curls against her forehead stubbornly. she looks so pretty, all fancied up a dress that dabi had chosen for her on this particular occasion, the lace irritated her only slightly but the decapitated endeavour plushie her father had gifted her served nicely as a distraction.

you bounce her once, cooing down at your baby before you look to the hospital in front of you— a look of determination in your eye. ever since the night touya had visited you and swore to stay, he’d kept his word to the best of his abilities. being a villain was still a major factor in your relationship, he came when he could stayed if his job permitted it— taking care of your daughter when your shifts were long and even going as far as to learn his and kori’s favourite recipes to cook on the nights where you couldn’t or you didn’t fancy take out.

in the last few weeks his visits had become slightly more scarce with shigaraki becoming more and more demanding, but touya’s plan to leave the league was slowly coming to fruition along with endeavour and the hero society which had both carved a life of struggle for the three of you.

your boyfriend being busy had given you more time to reconnect with the friends you had lost over the last year, meeting up with those from college, mina and tsuyu ( who’d simply thought you’d gone off the radar ) for kori’s first birthday. they absolutely loved her and your sweet girl loved all the attention she was getting. you even had the chance to reunite with your parents, who were more remorseful that you felt you couldn’t come to them for help than the fact that you’d gotten pregnant during college.

of course, they all asked who the father was and you simply told them that he had died ( which was half true ), using the excuse that you were embarrassed to be widowed and with a child at your young age.

shaking your head, you enter the hospital and recite the words that touya had made you practice the night before. you were here by endeavours orders and needed to see mrs.todoroki. your lover had used some sort of hack to put you on the list of visitors for his mother but one look at kori was all the guards and staff needed to let you through. a few nights prior to today, dabi had asked you to do one thing for him before it all went down, kissing your knuckles over some sushi take out.

so despite your nerves, you would go through with this for him, especially if it meant your family could be together. some guards escort yourself and kori to rei todoroki’s room, leaving you with a curt nod and slightly more polite wave to your daughter. the room itself is slightly bleak, a chair and some blue cushioned sofas positioned in an L-shape parallel to the blanketed bed. there’s a tv in the top left corner which and a set of draws underneath where a clear vase sits— containing blooming blue flowers.

rei looks up when you enter, grey eyes flashing with confusion despite the blank look on her face as kori babbles happily in your arms. “who are you?” she whispers, hands retreating from her flowers and folding neatly in her lap.

“oh! i’m yn, your son’s fiancé and this,” you beam kindly, further entering the room and being sure to lock the doors behind you. you nod your head down to your daughter who waves around her endeavour plushy— paying no mind to the situation unfolding. “this is our daughter, your granddaughter...kori todoroki! she’s just turned one and daddy thought it was about time she met you, isn’t that right pretty girl?”

“dada!!!”

rei blinks and you smile again. “she’s a daddy’s girl,” you explain and lift your hand to snow the small sapphire engagement ring on your ring finger. touya had proposed last night as well, certain your plan would work out. “and quite frankly, so am i! how can i not be when your son treats me so well.”

nodding slowly, the wife of endeavour looks down at her hands which you note, nervously fiddle with a stray petal. “so, natsu and you—?” you can see her trying to work it out, curiosity written across her features. you could see why the woman might think kori was natuso’s child— they looked a lot like each other just by first glance but rei was missing an important feature. the colour of kori’s eyes.

“oh no, your other son. the eldest one.” you correct her with a sinister shake of your head. swiftly crossing the room to set your daughter down in rei’s lap. you watch with an evil air of satisfaction as rei todoroki freezes with fear, as the mistakes her family paid out to touya suddenly come to the forefront of her mind. she wobbles with kori still in her grip and you shoot her a dark glare— reaching over to fix her flowers in their vase. “touya picked these out, always said that you loved them. such a pretty shade of blue, no wonder why they’re your favourites, right?”

“please leave.” she looks up at you pleadingly, shaking like a leaf in the breeze outside. oh how you wish your fiancé was here to see this but he had more important things to do.

rolling your eyes, you grab the remote to switch on the tv— pinching kori’s nose affectionately to make her laugh again. “come sit with me rei, let’s watch some tv to help you calm down.”

the woman nods weakly, barely moving an inch as you take a seat beside her with a smile. you skip channels a few times, pride swelling up in your chest when you finally land on the right one, touya’s broadcast flashing across the screen. he sits leisurely in a chair, shirtless with all of his beautiful scars on display— a painful reminder of his childhood and what he’d become. “i, touya todoroki, was born as the eldest son of endeavour. today i’ve killed over 30 innocent people until now, some to protect my family. my daughter, who i have not been able to see due to my father. i would like to let everyone know why i’d end up committing such a hideous act.” he speaks such calmness and clarity, and you can’t help but feel emotional at how he stands in front of the world.

kori grins, leaping up at the sight of her father on the screen and claps her hands. “dada!! dada!! lookie s’daddy!!” she squeals while rei struggles to breathe, panic set in her eyes.

you put a hand on the woman’s shoulder, offering her a sweet grin in an attempt to calm her before the oncoming storm. “keep watching, mrs.todoroki, touya said we’d be one big, happy family after this.” the words are sugar coated and sickly sweet, carrying the dark meaning across to your fiancé’s mother.

looking away, your heart swells while touya tears down the hero society and spills the truth for all of japan to see. you were grateful to the man he’d become— loyal to you, to your daughter and the dreams that you had. the satisfaction of seeing the real villains of the world fall was much greater than any hush money enji todoroki could ever offer.

fin.

— TAGLIST:

@husband-to-tomura-shigaraki @grace-todoroki @toshiuwu @whet-ones-write

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jinpanman · 3 years ago

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Will You(ngi) Marry Me?

summary: What’s a girl to do when all she wants to do is marry the fuck out of the love of her life?

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 2.2k

genre: 18+, fluff, mild nsfw (it’s explicit enough to warrant an 18+ rating)

extra info/warnings: a lot of run on sentences pls forgive me that’s just how she rolls lmao. cursing. oc thinks/says dirty things about/to the love of her life (she really really wants to suck his dick lol).

a/n: i was talking with awgust @augustbutwinter about our favorite ocs and then i started thinking about my All I Want Is You(ngi) oc bc we both love her so much and then i saw this tangerine ring box while scrolling through twt like a day later and my heart just knew. just knew that yoongi is a man who deserves to be proposed to. no beta sooo if it sucks, well, it’s all my fault. hahaha. anyway please read All I Want Is You(ngi) before you read this one! 💕✨

Tonight’s the night, you’ve decided.

Tonight you’re going to Netflix and chill with the love of your life and before the night ends, you’re going to pop the question and it’s all going to go so well!

It’s too bad you forget you’re going to Netflix and chill. Literally. The man takes his movie nights very seriously. It’s okay. This small hindrance won’t stop you. You don’t need to suck Yoongi’s dick before you propose. You can suck his dick after you propose. It’ll be so much fun getting your hair tangled in his newly bejeweled fingers. You shoot endless heart eyes at said love of your life throughout the Tazza series binge.

You’re midway through the second film when he adjusts himself beside you and very nearly causes a heart attack because his jostling around nearly causes the ring box in your pocket to tumble out and goodness gracious whoever thought that designing women’s jeans with the smallest ass pockets better not be resting peacefully in their graves right now because they don’t deserve it! You should’ve worn your sweats. By your sweats you mean Seokjin’s oversized sweats that you stole years ago and never gave back. Bless his very forgetful brain. You’re sweating maybe, and you hope that your confidence doesn’t fizzle out by the end of the night.

You’ve known for a long time now that you want to marry Yoongi. Your pretty and humble and funny man. You’ve fantasized about introducing him as your husband one too many times now and yes, maybe you have “accidentally” called him your husband around strangers. You’ve also heard too many horror stories about men being so stressed about the perfect proposal to the point that they barely even remember how it went. Thinking about your man having to add this pressure on top of the stress he already deals with every day at work called the need for an intervention. You love Yoongi too much to do this to him and the more you spiraled and thought about it, the more your resolve set.

And good god, thank goodness you did. You can’t imagine your boyfriend going through all of the anxiety that you did for the last several months. The never ending days of ring shopping and figuring out when and where to propose have been absolute chaos and you may have had at least two breakdowns. Seokjin as your witness (and savior). You hate how bland men’s wedding bands look. You also know how good your man looks with rings adorned on his fingers and if you didn’t give him the sexiest ring to wear for the rest of his life, then what was the point?

Back to the point of Seokjin being your savior. He helped you pick out the most perfect ring for Yoongi. Bless his selfless heart. After lots of tears and headache, you chose a cushion cut moissanite ring for your perfect man. Moissanite because Yoongi will absolutely lose his shit over an ethically lab grown jewel. Cushion cut because Seokjin said so and by that point, you were too tired to argue. Also because all the cuts were all starting to look the same. You just can’t wait to finally put the ring on him so you can see his sparkly hand and know that he’s forever yours.

You’re extremely antsy by the time the end credits roll for the last film. It’s something Yoongi picks up on instantly and he pauses mid stretch to look at you inquiringly.

“What’s up, sweetness? You’ve been fidgety all evening.”

You’re not surprised that your oh so sweet and attentive boyfriend picked up on it. He treats you so well, this boyfriend of yours. You can’t wait to elevate him to fiancé status. One look at him in all his domestic glory and your nerves are eased. As all the great world changers say: YOLO.

“I’ve been thinking a lot, baby.”

He nods. “Nothing out of the usual.”

“Right! Yes! I do that a lot but this time I’ve really been thinking a lot aaaand I have a question to ask of you. My love. My sugar.”

You crack a nervous smile when you spot the tell tale signs of a blush.

“Yoongi, I love you a lot.”

“I love you too, baby.”

“We’ve been together for like four years now and we live together and you’ve written songs for me and you’ve nutted in me probably over a hundred times now and I just really want your nuts all to myself for the rest of our lives.”

Yoongi laughs. Your heart skips a beat. Does he know what’s happening right now? He probably does. He’s always been so good at figuring out what you’re plotting. If he’s figured it out, he doesn’t let up. He merely waits for you to finish.

“You know I’ve never been very good at the whole ‘being serious’ thing. That’s why I have you. My perfect partner. You keep me grounded. You laugh at my stupid jokes. You love me even on my ugly days and so I… selfishly, I want you to continue loving me. I want to keep on loving you and…”

You get down on one knee and take out the ring box that’s been burning against your thigh for the past day. Yoongi’s yet to say anything, sat so perfectly still on the edge of the couch. His expression so beautiful and so shy and he’s nervously picking at his nails and you're so sure that his heart is hammering away just as quickly as yours. You hope he’ll like it. The tangerine shaped ring box sits heavily in the palm of your hand. You watch his eyes flicker down to the object you hold and you swear you could jump right over the moon with the way he smiles oh so bashfully and the soft snort that escapes his lips.

“Will you marry me? Make me a Min and then we can get to work on creating Min-iatures?”

He’s laughing now and dear god, if that sound doesn’t send your heart straight into overdrive.

“You’re so stupid,” he says and the giddiness you had is so quickly dimmed.

“Yoongi! I just- I just poured my heart out to you and that’s all you have to say?!”

He grumbles and pouts and he’s blushing so much. You maybe want to kiss him a lot right now despite what he just said, but then his legs do this thing where he’s now kneeling on one knee too. Your eyes widen a comical amount. They must. Because the next thing you know, his hand does this thing where it reaches inside his pants pocket and pulls out a velvety green box. Then his hands do this other thing where they open the lid and lo and behold. There sits the prettiest fucking ring you have ever laid your eyes on. You would know. You’ve been in so many ring stores to last you a lifetime and you’ve seen so many of your friends’ rings throughout the years. You’ve seen enough to know. This ring though. A shiny marquise shaped diamond sitting atop the daintiest braided band. It’s your favorite. You already know it.

“Y/N, you absolutely astounding, amazing, adorable angel.”

“That’s a lot of ‘a’ words, Yoongs.”

“I can’t believe you just proposed to me with an orange.”

“An orange with a ring inside!”

“An orange with a ring inside,” he repeats with the biggest “I love you” smile ever. Maybe you should propose to him every single day now so you see this smile all the time.

“You like my big brain?”

“I love your big brain. My beautiful, bold, bubbly baby.”

“Keep going and we’ll still be awake when the sun rises.”

He winks and murmurs something along the lines of “we’d be up until the sun rises anyway.” You may be joking around with him, but you’re absolutely sick with nerves. Way much more than the ten minutes before you proposed to Yoongi. You’re so nervous and you maybe think you should sit down for this so you do. You become one with the floor and Yoongi is staring at you so intensely. You’re sweating absolute buckets.

“I can’t believe you,” he begins a bit breathlessly. Then he pauses, takes a deep breath. Begins again.

“I would say I can’t believe you proposed to me before I could propose, but that would be a lie because from the moment we first met, you have always been one step ahead of me. And yet you never leave me behind. You’re always there, waiting for me, beckoning me to catch up with you.”

He pauses and chuckles. Somehow your hand had been taken in his during one of the sappiest confession you have ever exchanged and you realize that both of your hands are shaking. You give his hand a soft squeeze and he kisses your knuckles.

“I’ve realized… for a long time now that I don’t want to walk behind you anymore. I want to walk alongside you. See your beautiful smile beside me every day and every night. If you had just waited one more day, I was going to surprise you with all your favorite things and then ask you to marry me. So yes, beloved, yes I will absolutely marry you and give you all the nuts. Will you marry me?”

Mayday. Mayday. MAYDAY!!!

This was not a part of your plan. You hadn’t planned on Yoongi proposing right back to you. You hadn’t even fancied the thought and because you never considered it a possibility, your poor heart is nutting way too quickly and way too much and it’s all just a little too much for you to handle right now.

“What the fuck,” you babble out through tears that fall freely down your face. “Baby, what the fuck?”

Yoongi, your sweet and loving Yoongi, chuckles and stands up. Then he pulls you up as well and oh, you must have been kneeling for way too long because your leg’s asleep now and you stumble into him. He’s got you, though. Steadies you with his strong and capable hands.

“Will you marry me, baby?” he asks you gently, lovingly, sweetly, as he kisses the tears away.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you! I want to marry the fuck out of you right now!”

You’re hysterical now and you very nearly fling your ring box out of your hand with the way you’re moving around. But Yoongi’s here. He’s here and he takes your hands and now you’re looking down where they’re connected and you see the two beautiful rings sitting inside two equally beautiful boxes.

“Put my ring on, baby? Put my ring on so you can see the pretty ring glittering on my hand while I suck you off.”

Yoongi knocks his head against yours and the both of you bask in your shared breathless and giddy laughter. You watch with bated breath as he plucks your ring out of the box, and he’s just about to slide it onto your finger when he pulls back.

“Which side is it supposed to go on?” he muses.

You cock your head in thought. You know the answer to this question. You do. You’ve done so much research, but your mind draws a blank. Rather than waste precious time trying to figure it out, you shrug and offer him your right hand.

“Who cares what side it’s supposed to go on? We’re in love. Just wife me up already.”

He giggles again. It’s such a short affair. Happens so quickly. One moment your ring finger is bare. The next you’ve got a pretty ring that you can’t wait to show off to the world. Is this really all it takes? Is it really this easy? He nudges his right hand into your lap and you move solely on autopilot. You pick up the orange ring box and slide the band you bought him onto his own ring finger. You see the way he visibly lights up at having his own ring, see how he admires the band on his finger, and you decide right then and there that yes, it really is this easy. He looks so fucking good. You’re giving yourself a big, fat mental pat on the back for putting a ring on this dreamboat of a man.

The now empty emerald green ring box and orange shaped ring box lie side by side on the side of the couch. They couldn’t look any different and yet, somehow, they complement each other so well. Both your rings glisten and sparkle under the dim lighting in the living room and you’re excited to see just how much more it’ll sparkle under the sun. You can’t wait to blind people with your saccharine love for Yoongi. You can’t wait to brag to the world that your love for each other is so great that you both proposed.

“Kiss me, Yoongi. You have to kiss me to seal the deal.”

He snorts. “Isn’t that supposed to be saved for the wedding day?”

“Kiss me!” you whine petulantly and fist his shirt, tugging him towards you. You stand on the tips of your toes and lift your head up. You even pucker your lips and he has the audacity to reel his head back. “Kiss me. I love you, Yoongi. Kiss me!”

“I love you too, cutie,” he teases, gummy smile out in full force.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss! Kiss your cute ass fiancée and let’s get started on creating our Minis.”

And because he loves you, wants it just as much as you do, he cups your face, leans in, and gives you exactly what you ask for.

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neko-rogers · 4 years ago

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hey!! I’m not sure if your inbox is still open but I thought I’d send this just in case! what would you think abt a dark!peter who’s obsessed w s/o and offers to have her stay with him during like the stay-at-home pet of covid so she’s not alone then when it’s lifted he’s like lol you’re not leaving. sorry that’s kinda long and super specific. i absolutely love your writing though!!💗

Jamie All Over

words: 2,040 (no, i should be sorry bc this was chaotic)

tags: didn’t expect it to be this LONG, manipulative!peter parker, grooming, overprotectiveness, slight mentions of sex, don’t expect too much lmao its a headcanon

a/n: hi babe! i wasn’t entirely sure if you wanted this as a one shot (but if u do let me know!)

so you’re pretty unaware of every move peter is trying to do with you, you know? you were not really sure if it was a kind gesture, as the gentleman he seemed to be, or was it just a special treatment

ever since second year and until now as both of you were on your fourth year, he was consistent with his efforts

these moves were moments like when he would carry your books to your next class or confidently invite you to a study ‘date’ at the library after – often times he tells that his friends were invited, but would never show up later on

sometimes he would bring you lunch. you tried to turn it down kindly, but he insists that it was purposely packed as an extra for when he stays late around the university.

it was a lie though. anyone could tell by the way it was prepared looking very appetizing and tasted just as amazing at it was presented.

and as peter had mentioned that he lived alone, you also assumed he was the one to make his meals. you were so sure he doesn’t pack for an extra and intentionally wants to impress you with his skills.

“hey, y/n!,” he calls, “look this eggroll has a cute design!”

he honestly was an epitome of a walking sunshine. his smile seemed so pure and you never felt any ill-intent for every gesture he had done for you

his friends seemed very welcoming the moment he introduced you to his group

you got along with ned who seemed to be just as joyful and funny as peter. meanwhile mj was a bit more of a tough cookie, nevertheless you both eventually got a long better than you expected

however, it came to one point wherein your own group of friends started being disheartened with your lack of communication

“you’ve been spending more time with that parker boy, huh?” “yeah, kinda?” “are you two like... dating?” “oh no! no... no... nooo!”

the moment they frowned at you was then that you realized and felt a little more guilty. you always remembered that friends were supposed to be friends despite the lack of time and effort, right?

somehow you tried to compensate for the lack of time with your friends. but every minute you spend felt more awkward than before

they weren’t sharing the same vibe with you and you were starting to question if it had been always like it – were you only adjusting to them?

you reached out for peter, considering that he became one of the closest and trusted people around the university. plus, he seemed to have genuinely great friends

“do you feel happy when you’re spending time with them?”

“well i used to but recently–”

“then you should stop being friends with them.”

you were upset for a second. the way he instantly told you that cutting ties with them would be the (only) option

he sounded serious on the other end of the line and you were just speechless for a moment. the dead air between lines was evident, but you didn’t know what to say

“sorry,” peter makes up, “i didn’t mean to sound too serious. i just don’t like people who are rude, especially to you.”

“oh, it’s fine. i totally get it.” you felt a batch of butterflies around your stomach. someone actually cared for you!!!

the moment you didn’t hesitate on losing your friendship with your past friends and moved on with joining peter’s group, things felt lighter.

somehow you felt more expressive than you realized. they were open to your ideas and thoughts, just as you were with them. you felt super comfortable and realized that you weren’t holding back on anything anymore

that’s why you had expected your winter break to be better than your past ones

everyone agreed to skate around the ice rink in rockefeller for christmas. along with it, also spending new year’s eve at the time square

news flash: you finally had the cliche new year’s eve kiss, with none other than peter parker!!! hooray!!!

for anyone who had common sense, your feelings for peter had accentuated. you weren’t denying it either, and the boy wasn’t oblivious to it too

he was just so irresistible and kind to you, like, all the time – to surreal, honestly

you felt and KNEW you were spoiled with peter (and his friends, who liked to spend time with you outside too, just not as much as him)

just as you were planning your spring break activities, it had to be postponed for another time

a lockdown had to be implemented around the country as it was under the state of a pandemic

mj and ned told the group that they’ll be with their families since lectures had to be concluded for the mean time

you planned to do the same, but you expected that this situation wouldn’t last long. so you chose to stay in your dorm rather than return to your hometown

completely sucks since you not only don’t get to hang out with your friends, but you weren’t able to see anyone in person...

until you got a text from peter

he was literally inviting you over his apartment since he explained that he wasn’t returning home either

you practically rushed to pack a small amount of clothes for a sleepover whilst not forgetting to wear a mask (bc it’s fucking important ok)

you arrived at his address and a big warm hug ensues

his unit was so tidy and you were convinced he did it to impress you

peter was so happy to see you, acknowledging that you’re also spending a few nights with him

the nights mostly consisted of eating snacks and binge watching movies

however during one of those nights, both of you got a bonus – making out on his couch and further, completely forgetting the television

making out with peter wasn’t awkward at all. most of the time he was the one in control, which you didn’t mind

his hands treated you so gently but the way he teased you made you crave for more than what he was offering

a lot of whining, swearing, and begging – you weren’t aware but he was enjoying it a lot

on his side, he did praise you from time to time, but most of it consisted of raw tension and actions. the room was full of grunts and short breaths

just want to include how sexy peter would be while he moans all over you. like his whole sunshine personality just drained away the moment he places his hands on either sides of your waist

the next day you felt like a princess even though you know it shouldn’t be???

apparently peter prepared breakfast for you and you felt embarrassed walking around his place only in the shirt you wore yesterday and underwear

just when you thought the extra lunch he packs for you was already amazing, the breakfast he prepared whilst being fresh and hot was just incredible

“you really like it?”

“of course! you really have to teach me to cook sometimes”

peter laughs and jokes, “yeah, don’t worry. i feel like we’ve got a lot of time ahead.”

ok fast forward to a few more days when you were beginning to feel like a freeloader. he lets you borrow a few of his clothes as yours were in the laundry

by the time you wanted to stop by your place, peter started to be more... clingy

at first he didn’t want you to go but after a few more debates, he felt defeated and instead insisted on going with you

eventually you caved and let him. it wasn’t that bad either, he talked to you about a lot of things on the way leaving you entertained the whole walk without realizing how far it had been

he helped you ‘pack’ more stuff so you wouldn’t be going back and forth from his place and yours. you felt like you were going out of town for a month with the amount of clothes and products

both of you returned to his place around late afternoon. you felt pretty tired and didn’t hesitate to pass out on the living room couch

when you woke up you sensed that you were in peter’s bedroom, meaning he carried and tucked you during the night

plus! an arm was wrapped around your midriff and you could feel peter’s breathing against your side

you closed your eyes and appreciated the moment. it was cute and made butterflies flutter around your stomach, and you tried not to move much to not wake him up

anyways apparently the pandemic lasted longer, and more serious, than expected (fuck the government and their incompetency)

you spent more time with peter and was thankful that you didn’t spend this quarantine alone

within a blink of an eye, a month and a half already had passed. you couldn’t deny that most, or all, days have been unproductive

eat, cook, watch tv, cuddle, fuck, repeatedly get spoiled??? yeah sounds like the dream

weird though because you haven’t completely brought up to peter if you’re actually in a relationship with him. oh no were you just friends with (a lot) of benefits??

but you also felt like it wasn’t the time to bring it up. neither of you were saying anything so it was best to let it be for the fear that things might go downhill from there

anyways this continued for more weeks, especially since the ‘stay-at-home’ policy was deemed necessary

you started to help him do errands around the apartment just to feel like you weren’t an actual freeloader – but it wasn’t a surprise when he kept insisting that you should relax

more cute moments

more sexy times

and more cuddles during night (peter’s grip became tighter every night, but you shrugged it off assuming that it was just you getting homesick and overthinking)

ok but when you brought up being homesick and mentioned that you planned peter wasn’t entirely happy about it

the way he acted wasn’t just clingy. he insisted that he’d be the one to go and that you were staying

“ok but i’m not a dog, peter?” “i know, honey, but it’s too dangerous outside. i wouldn’t want you to be at risk.” “i wear a mask?? i follow health protocols?? i’ll be fine??” “you don’t understand–”

oh god he was becoming controlling

you tried not to argue anymore, rather ignoring and pushing past him to proceed to the door

and peter instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist and prevented you from walking further

there was a lot of struggling, but you didn’t know he was this strong. literally what the hell.

you tried to scream too but he pretty much threatened you to your core

“let’s talk this out,” he grunts as he secures his grip around you

“the hell? let me go!”

things got more complicated. he did convince you to talk with him (by means of tying your arms and legs to incapacitate you from running and righting)

it was a nightmare. he was really soft and sweet with you, even getting teary eyed after stating, “i only want what’s best for you... for us”

however you could sense the manipulativeness through it despite being making everything else look convincing

“trust me, sweetie, i wouldn’t want to hurt you. it would crush me” “please don’t cry. i’m only protecting you” “people are disgusting, they don’t deserve an angel like you” “don’t worry, i can protect you”

it terrified you to your nerves, sending shivers across your spine

at first you didn’t realize it, but eventually after days of being trapped, you figured he had been grooming you the whole time

he tried to make you dependent of him and somehow he did a fine job. just not enough to completely exploit you

though, it made you question what would have been better in your situation: being conscious of his sly nature with the hope of escaping or being unaware and completely wrapped around his finger whereas letting him continue how greatly he had been caring for you?

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lgbtqlegends · 4 years ago

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okay so whenever im trying to fall asleep, i always end up coming up with little scenes of stuff to play out/write in my head until i actually fall asleep, and usually i end up thinking abt avalance. so the other night i was thinking abt avalance + team movie nights:

after they get sara back from the aliens n like,,, after they've given her some time to recover n all that, the team starts having movie nights a lot more than they used to (bc like,, they had already had them fairly regularly before but then after getting sara back they all kinda just collectively decided they should take the extra time to spend more time together)

so they start having more frequent movie nights whenever they can n so they all just crowd around in the rec room, on armchairs n couches n the floor (mick Always takes the comfiest arm chair. the couch is p much always reserved for sara n ava. the rest of the team scatters around on other chairs or on the floor. there's a bunch of pillows n blankets n maybe some beanbag chairs too so no one really minds)

sara is cuddled up between ava n the back of the couch like she usually is n y'know,,, everyone assumes she'll probably fall asleep like halfway through the movie like she usually does, but none of them really care bc at least they're all together again n spending time with each other

the first movie night that they end up having after they get sara back goes a bit,,, rough,, bc the boys did,, Not Think,, n they chose a really like,,, heavy-action type movie so like there's lots of shit going on n usually that's fine y'know none of them are really bothered by it or anything so they just,, didn't think,, but like,, sara just recently getting back from the aliens n recovering n all that n who knows like,, what trauma may have happened while she was gone so like its prob just,, not the best choice lmao

n of course there ends up being a lot of explosions n loud noises n shit so occasionally sara'll like,,, tense up or flinch or cover her ears a bit. n they all tell her that they have no problem changing the movie to smth else, bc they don't really care what they watch, they just all wanna be together. but sara refuses the offer bc she is Stubborn and she Definitely Does Not need them to switch the movie, it's Fine (it's not fine, and she ends up being kinda on edge for the rest of the night. like not like,, snappy on edge or anything just,,, not relaxed. and then it takes ava a while after the movie is over n they're back in their room to get sara to like,, actually relax n everything. but sara is Sara n she's Stubborn so she absolutely will not admit that Yes okay Maybe a change of movie would've been better for this time)

the boys know better next time though so they choose a softer movie with a lot less explosions n loud noises. like prob a comedy or smth, to get everyone to laugh n loosen up n relax. it goes a lot smoother, n sara doesn't even end up falling asleep either bc she ends up laughing too hard at w/e movie they picked. even mick laughs, n not just like,, amused grunt or anything like,, actually laughs. the rest of the legends are kinda surprised so they look at him funny for a minute n then he looks at them funny for a minute, n then he flips them off n goes back to paying attention to the movie lmao

so movie nights are great,, like they always were, but everyone loves them even more n has a greater appreciation for them now bc like,,, while sara was gone they tried to carry on as normal as possible in order to find her n they tried not to let themselves get too down w/o their captain, but movie nights weren't the same n sunday family brunch wasn't the same n just,, nothing was really the same without her. n it's not really the same now, like with having her back, but it's Better bc they have their captain back n they're all spending more time together. it's good for all of them really but its especially good for sara bc she was alone for however long it took to find her n so she just,,, loves the time that they all set aside for theses things, all the movie nights n the sunday family brunches n everything else n it all just kinda helps her get back to herself n everything

(the third movie night that they have after sara gets back, sara ends up resuming her usual movie night routine of falling asleep on ava's shoulder halfway through the movie. the legends would usually tease her a bit,, like after the movie is over when ava has to wake her up so they can go to bed,, but this time they just let her be while ava attempts to get her up off the couch n sara is Not having it n she's super sleepy n cuddly n hanging onto ava like a damn koala bear. and okay so maybe they don't tease her abt it That Night, however,, charlie eventually gets to a point where they start calling sara koala/koala bear (they also call her kitten sometimes too, for entirely unrelated reasons). it's the cutest thing, and ava calls her that (koala/koala bear) sometimes too. and sara pretends to hate it bc she doesn't wanna lose any cool cred or w/e but she actually kinda really loves it even tho she'll absolutely never admit it)

#avalance #sara lance #ava sharpe #team legends movie nights #legends of tomorrow #headcanons

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justsomefluff · 5 years ago

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Could I request an Ateez reaction in which the members find out that one of the other members has a crush on their s/o (the other member possibly doesn't know their dating) please and thank you!

Ask and you shall receive!

I made this one so that you have been friends with the guys for a while anyway, so that’s why no one is suspicious of you dating.

Hongjoong:

One day you’re just chillin in the dorms right

It’s about to be movie night!!!

The best night when you have literally the funniest people with you

Once everyone figures out what snacks they need and actually sits down

you plop next to Joongie for some secretive snuggles

But as soon as you sit down, Wooyoung starts yelling about how he wanted to cuddle with you during the movie

Everyone teases him because even you know he has a crush on you (he’s not shy and he has a big mouth so you found out pretty quick)

Since nobody knows that you and Hongjoong are together, you force yourself to go over to Wooyoung instead

It’s almost impossible to ignore your boyfriend’s pout though

He’s staring at you from across the room with the saddest look on his face for like 20 minutes of the movie

you can’t even concentrate, you just wanna go back over there so bad

but you don’t want to expose your relationship just yet

Hongjoong will just have to suck it up for tonight

He does not suck it up, however

after another 15 minutes, he stand up really abruptly and marches over to you and Wooyoung

everybody is watching because no one knows what he’s doing all of a sudden

grabs your hand and pulls you back to his seat

cue more complaining from Wooyoung

“Well we’re together, I'm allowed”

everyone just kind of goes into stunned silence

eventually.... “YOU’RE WHAT”

bunch of yelling from everyone while Joong just yanks a blanket up over the both of your heads

you peck him on the lips and eventually the yelling stops and you can come out to finish the movie

Seonghwa:

possessive mf

but he was the one who didn’t want to tell anyone in the first place

So when Yeosang starts flirting with you, all he can really do is be bitter about it

He watches as you laugh along, obviously not getting that one of your boyfriend’s best friends is coming onto you

You and Yeosang had been talking together for about an hour, just catching up on life and stuff

Seonghwa is getting fed up, no lie

He knew Yeosang had a crush, but he always thought he would be too shy to ever make a move

But all of a sudden Seonghwa feels threatened

he manages to catch your eye across the room and you smile and wave

he just frowns, making you pout and excuse yourself from Yeosang

you head over to him and ask him what’s wrong

He just pulls you into a kiss, catching you completely by surprise

as your eyes flutter shut, his stay open and on Yeosang who is watching with his mouth hanging open

He mouths “sorry, hyung”

Seonghwa pulls away, nods at the younger, and smiles at you

“what was that all about?? What if people saw??”

“don't care anymore”

you don't really question his sudden change of heart

all you can think about is finally being able to cuddle with him even when the boys are around lmao

Yunho:

(who gave him the right to look so professional here like what)

squishyyyyyyyyyyy

is hanging around the studio one day when he overhears what sounds like your laugh

he’s like “they aren’t even here today wth”

so he goes to find the source and comes across Hongjoong FaceTiming you

he is about to rush over to join and say hi to his love but stops when he hears Hongjoong speak again

sounds like a confession... Yunho’s cheeks get all red and his eyes get a little glossy just because he’s overwhelmed

he sticks around to hear what you say

he knows that you love him but, at the same time, there's a part of him that's really insecure and scared

“Aw, Joongie...that’s sweet and all but...” you’re stalling because you can’t decide if you should tell him the truth

Yunho is literally dying as he waits for your answer

“Joong, I’m with Yunho... we didn’t want people to know but I think this is a pretty good reason to tell you. I’m so sorry”

Yunho lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding

lets a tear fall because he was so so nervous poor thing

he backs out of the room so that he doesn’t hear more

he low-key feels bad about even overhearing that much but at the same time he feels more confident in your relationship

he shoots you a text later telling you how much you mean to him and everything, but he doesn’t bring up Hongjoong

he knows that you will end up telling him anyway but he doesn’t want you to think negatively of him for eavesdropping

just so happy that you chose him

Yeosang:

so Yeosang is really confident about your relationship and loves you a lot

but he's shy about letting other people know

but when he notices that Jongho has been making extra efforts to be near you lately, he doesn’t take it lightly

he wouldn’t be nervous if Jongho knew you were in a relationship

but since he doesn’t, Yeosang is worried that he might try and make a move on you

Jongho had talked to a couple of the other guys about his infatuation with you

but he had suspected that Yeosang also had a crush on you so he had held off

but the other guys told Jongho to go for it, since they didn't know the truth either

So as Yeosang is watching Jongho talking to you one day, he notices that Jongho’s fingers keep “accidentally” grazing yours

He’s getting angrier as he watches

but he isn’t angry at you or Jongho, just angry with himself for being to scared to say anything

eventually, he musters up some courage and saunters over to you and Jongho and takes your hand

right in front of Jongho’s salad

And Jongho is immediately like “crap” and walks away

and you’re super confused because what in the world am I missing what just happened

But Yeosang just kinda giggles and asks you if you wanna go get lunch

San:

now San I think is one to actually get pretty jealous

like if he sees someone trying anything with you, he’s gonna be big mad right away

But it is much more difficult to get mad when it’s Seonghwa who is after you

San is definitely afraid of coming off as disrespectful to his elder if he tries to step in and stop anything

highkey hopes that you’ll say something so that he won't have to

One day Seonghwa actually comes to San

to talk about you

he’s just rambling on and on about how cute he thinks you are, totally oblivious to San’s irritated expression

San is fuming

eventually he’s gonna snap and be like “LOOK BRO WE’RE DATING”

and Seonghwa is like O.O

then San is apologizing like a mad man because he really didn’t mean for it to come out like that

he just legit couldn’t listen to someone else talk about his girlfriend anymore it was infuriating

Seonghwa’s like “...it’s cool, I get why you’d be mad”

then he assures him that he won’t try anything now that he knows about you two

But he also scolds San for not telling him sooner lmao

Gives an apology too just to make his lil bro feel a little better

Mingi:

(MY MF BABYYYYYY)

So, Mingi gets insecure, I bet

When other tall boy, Yunho, also proclaims that you are his ideal type during a revealing round of truth or dare

there is a lot of yelling from the guys, as you are literally playing with them and he just SAID THAT?

But Mingi does not think it’s funny

Suddenly Wooyoung leans over and whispers in his ear

“we are gonna try to get y/n to say she wants dare so she will have to kiss Yunho”

Like it’s sweet that they’re planning to be wingmen for their buddy Yunho but Mingi is so SAD

scoots an inch closer to you and shakes his head at Wooyoung

“why are you pouting, just help us lmao”

he shakes his head again, but Wooyoung has already turned his attention back to the game

finally, your turn comes around and all the guys start making up excuses as to why you should take a dare

“Cmon y/n we just had two truths in a row, pleaseee”

“y/n you gotta pick dare or its not fun”

and you’re laughing and about to give in and ask for a dare when you look to Mingi and he’s making big eyes at you

you cock an eyebrow at him and he leans over to tell you what the guys were planning

your eyes go wide and the other guys are like “MINGI YOU TATTLED DIDNT YOU”

so you turn your head and peck Mingi on the lips in front of everyone

chorus of “oh my god” “woah” and other things

“Sorry, Yunho” but he just shrugs like “it’s cool, Id rather you be with one of us than someone random. even if its not me”

Mingi is smiling again and thats all that matters really and he snuggles you for the rest of the game

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung is pretty well-attuned to things that happen around you

always watching you out of the corner of his eye like a stalker

it’s just cuz he loves you tho

so he notices Mingi hitting on you pretty much immediately

honestly finds it kind of amusing for a little bit

but then little things come up in his memory

fans saying that he was too short for you and that you’d be better with someone else

gets down on himself really fast thinking about that kind of stuff

still watching you and Mingi talking

wants to walk over there and hang all over you until Mingi gets the point

so that is exactly what he does

waddles over and slings his arms around your waist

head on your shoulder

kisses your neck and you squeal because MINGI IS RIGHT THERE I MEAN SERIOUSLY WOOYOUNG

and Mingi kind of laughs it off but he’s a little sad bc he liked you ya know

after Mingi goes away you hit Wooyoung softly on the shoulder and tell him to go talk to Mingi and apologize or something

He agrees but he’s like “you have to give me cuddles afterwards”

who could say no to that? couldn't be me

Jongho:

Okay so you and Jongho are coming back from a group dinner and he sat in the front while you crammed in the backseat with WooSan

halfway through the car ride home, you fall asleep and your head flops onto San’s shoulder

he’s immediately giddy about his crush sleeping on him like his dreams are coming true

Jongho’s like “imma break your dreams like my apples bro”

Woo is giggling because San is being so soft for you and stroking your hair and everything

Jongho just kinda watches in the rearview as San takes pictures and stuff

But Jongho just purses his lips and tries his best not to say anything

the last straw that finally breaks Jongho’s resolve is when he catches San pressing a kiss to the top of your head

“Hyung, please don't kiss them in front of their boyfriend”

San and Wooyoung look at each other like “are you the boyfriend”

they look at the driver “is he the boyfriend?”

and then their two collective brain cells join together and are like “JONGHO IS THE BOYFRIEND”

San is a little sad but his happiness at the maknae finding love is more prevalent

They start squealing and demanding details about your relationship

“when did this start” “why didn't you tell us” “did you tell your parents”

Jongho just smiles to himself as they throw questions at him

then you wake up and slap San on the boob for waking you up and then flick Wooyoung for being noisy too lmao

Jongho smiles at you and when you get back to the dorms, he gives you a smooch right where everyone can see (because he can do that now)

#ateez #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #fanfic #fluff #imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #atiny

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dastardlydandelion · 3 years ago

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Max Mayfield and Tory Nichols in a horror film, what would be the plot/monster and would they survive?

this is it. this is the tumblr ask. the ask i've been waiting for my whole life. my time to shine, here we go!

filming begins under the cut:

tried and true creature feature, this is a werewolf movie. let's go with a werewolf between the van helsing (2004) and trick r treat (2007) variety. the beast once transformed is fucking huge, clearly both lupine and human, head almost entirely wolf, body primarily bipedal in shape, but robust, sinew shredding claws and big ass bone tearing teeth. also tails!! bc tails are cute!!! powers include monstrous strength, accelerated speed, healing factor. weaknesses silver and decapitation.

okay, so van helsing (2004) werewolves are mindless rage monsters and trick r treat (2007) werewolves are cognizant. for our max & tory creature feature, they're gonna of the in between variety. i chose a werewolf movie for these two specifically bc they both have their anger problems and the werewolf has long been a symbol of anger unleashed in the horror genre, even tho common gray wolves are just like. i mean, yk, animals, they hunt and howl and pee on trees and most of the time would rather avoid humans. but obvi horror genre werewolves are not common gray wolves, they need to be scary, and like, the remnants of traditional folklore influenced by rabies and discourse in the middle ages...wait, where was i going with this? anger, yes, max and tory both have anger problems and i think this works for what i'm gonna do with this theoretical movie.

who's the werewolf in town? terry fucking silver. bc terry is evil and dramatic and also, i think it's rly funny for a werewolf to have silver as a surname. he's fully cognizant in his transformation and he's purposefully biting kids and teenagers bc he wants more talented karate students. and like. yk, with the enhanced strength, speed, and regenerative recovery of lycanthropy, well. there u have it, more talented karate students.

do max and tory know each other, if so, how? okay, so in this 'verse tory is a lil older than max. that reflects their canon ages, i think. let's say max is 13 and tory is 16. billy has tory in some of his classes and he more or less makes a deal to spilt his allowance with her if she'll babysit max bc he's tired of neil riding his ass to babysit max. tory needs money so she's like, 'sure, why not.' max finds it rly stupid that she's 13 and neil thinks she needs a fucking babysitter but as far as babysitters go, tory is fun. she likes to show max what she's learning in cobra kai and they spar together a lot. max would actually like to join cobra kai but 1) neil would throw a fit on various fronts and 2) lucas is in miyagi-do. max knows there's some rly intense beef between cobra kai and miyagi-do. ofc tory's filled her in on the karate war, how could she not?

well one day tory takes max to the playground to watch a plane fly like she does with miggy in ck, and it's nighttime, ofc, and lo, the full moon is out. shining up in the sky. they hear a howl. they both look at each other. max is kinda curious but tory's like nah, nah, we gotta go. she grabs her, starts pulling her along. but the next howl is a lot closer and they can hear smth running and it just sounds fuckin big. they're running too now, legs pumping hard, but there's no escape once the beast is right behind them, hot, rancid breath blasting the backs of their necks and harvest gold eyes glowing in the dark.

max gets bitten first. tory tries to kick the big ass beast off of her and then it rounds and bites her too. the terror is real now. and then shockingly, as fast as it'd come, it leaves. neither girl has an explanation for wtaf just happened but tory takes max home. billy gripes at her for being out late but helps her patch up. when susan learns what happens she decides to take max to get rabies shots right away. loads her up in the car, runs her off to the emergency room-- but when the bandages come off, they are no wounds.

tory's bby bro tries to help patch her up too. but he's like 4 yrs old and his idea of "help" is sticking bandaids with cartoon characters up and down the wounds in haphazard fashion. tory plans to redo it all properly once she's put him to bed. sure enough after he's asleep, and she peels the bandaids off from every open mouthed pac-man to every green teenage mutant ninja turtle, the wounds are gone.

meanwhile there's missing ppl err day on the news. terry turns kids and teens but kills adults for the lulz.

tory and max know what happened to them was an event that tangibly, definitely happened but neither have any explanation for their wounds just disappearing. max, our resident horror fan, is the first to propose a real life werewolf as an explanation. she cites the missing ppl on the news. tory thinks she's tripping balls but reluctantly gives an inch when she acknowledges no, she can't think of any other explanation.

life goes on. max tells lucas what happened only she leaves out the part abt tory bc she's not gonna tell a miyagi-do student she's kickin it w the enemy. he doesn't rly believe her, like how she didn't rly believe him about the upside-down in their canon. he thinks the horror movies are rotting her brain.

tory almost tells her dojo but she gets distracted being pissed off by sam and that should be her priority, right? sensei kreese is always going on abt getting back at the enemy. she spends her shifts daydreaming abt revenge bc it's more comforting than worrying abt past due bills and her mother looking paler by the day.

full moon next month comes around. neither tory nor max are cognizant of or during their first respective transformations. max's first kill is neil. she's seven feet of fur and fury, tears his ribcage open with claws like daggers and sinks her teeth into his putrid, maggoty heart. susan isn't home. billy is, but he doesn't hear any of the fracas. he's unconscious on the living room floor, crisscrossing impressions of neil's belt buckle blaring red on his back.

tory's first kill is sam. sam larusso wants to think she's a bully?? fine, tory will show her a bully. she hops the miyagi-do fence after hours. she just wants a fight. just a fight, they always fight. but then she's sprouting fur and tory as tory gives way to smth else. she'd not aware of being a person when she doesn't have fur. not really, all she knows is rage and ravenousness and the morsel below her has bunny rabbit wide eyes.

neither of them remember what they did the next day. not vividly, anyway. it's there but it's cloudy and hard to discern, like a groggy fever dream more than a memory. but max burps up neil's wedding band and tory finds señor octopus (sam's stuffed animal) bloodied in her bed. it's apparent what happened. max accepts this more easily than tory bc 1) she always kind of suspected she'd turn, since she sincerely considered what attacked them was a werewolf and 2) max isn't terribly upset abt killing neil while tory is acutely horrified she killed sam.

max kinda had some smidgen of attachment to neil bc like, he's the only father figure in her life and here and there they've had their moments. but his abuse (psychological/physical toward billy, sexual/financial/psychological/emotional toward susan, psychological/emotional toward herself) outweighed any and all of those moments. she is genuinely concerned that she tore a human being to pieces and only vaguely remembers it but like, if she had to kill anyone, she figures neil was the best to kill. max is mostly concerned bc she can't kill neil a second time. she's worried the next time she turns it could be an innocent person, or one of her friends, or her mom, or billy.

tory is blindsided and scarcely able to comprehend the reality, holy shit, max was right, she's a fuckin werewolf. and she's sick to her stomach bc she hated sam but she never wanted to do anything like that. she didn't want to kill, she just wanted to break her face. scare her. rough her up. she didn't want to eat her. she just killed someone. she's a literal horror movie monster and she just killed sam. what's miguel going to think?

tory and max talk. they decide they need to find the werewolf who turned them. we get montages of them going over the news articles with a fine-toothed *ba dum tss* comb and searching areas where it seems like a werewolf would be. the woods. some caves. max all of a sudden has a freakishly tall man constantly hounding her to join cobra kai. neil's gone but she still hesitates bc of lucas being in miyagi-do. also he believes max now and with the proff, she's decided to let the rest of the party in as well. they also exist in this 'verse. she showed them the crime scene and the wedding band she burped up. billy isn't a roid rage racist in this 'verse bc that would be a giant buzzkill. he doesn't believe the werewolf shit either. he thinks max saw neil get attacked by some animal and that the carnage was so traumatizing for her, she subconsciously created a werewolf fantasy to cope.

tory meanwhile spirals downward. bc she passes sam's memorialized locker in the hall everyday. her memorial table in the other hall, full of sticky note condolences and mournful teddy bears, and a picture of sam right in the center always, always accusing her. miggy is heartbroken and distraught. hawk didn't care for sam but even he's freaked out by what happened, how the news said there were only torn up chunks and bones picked clean found in her bedroom. tory is terrified of herself. she's desperate to find whoever did this bc she wants to make them pay. if sensei silver has been asking her extra questions lately and presenting her performance to the class more than normal, she doesn't notice at all. aisha notices tory's fucked up but tory can't exactly tell aisha that she *ate* sam. aisha is also mourning, she and sam used to be bffs. so she doesn't say a word.

max has a theory that if u can learn to control ur anger, u can learn to control urself when u shift. she is, after all, v familiar with angry horror movie werewolves. and she's savvy enough to know it's smth she and tory have in common. neil is dead but that doesn't mean max isn't angry anymore. she's still angry at the damage already done and tbh also angry that there's some werewolf around turning ppl willy nilly bc she recognizes the danger in that and it wasn't smth she consented to. but controlling ur anger is an easier feat for max than tory insofar that max has a support system w her friends, and better relationships with the remainder of her fam. tory has two mentors actively, adamantly teaching her and her friends to be ruthless, view the world as ur enemy, use violence as ur go-to solution, and that mercy is weakness not to be tolerated.

when the next full moon rolls around, they decide to spend it together under the correct inference that they will transform. they think it's better to be together. they're hoping they'll be able to control each other, if not themselves. or that if they are both mindless rage monsters again, that rage will be turned on each other. this would be a better outcome operating on the presumption that one werewolf will be able to take what another can dish out, at the v least more so than a regular human being.

max is successfully able to maintain enough of her consciousness to control her actions once transformed. she feels aggressive and hungry, but not enraged and ravenous. she can keep it in check. tory, on the other hand, uh...tory can't do it. she throws her wolf head back in the most bloodcurdling howl ever and takes off like a bat outta hell. max goes loping after her. they can't speak like human speak in this form, but max tries to communicate with her. whimpers plaintively. tackles tory at one point, not out of anger but just tryna subdue her, licks at her ears and tries to get her to settle. tory bucks her off.

tory runs off again, max in pursuit. they wind up at the skate park where billy n robby are prolly up to some fuckery or another. i could easily see pre miyagi-do robby n billy getting up to all kinds of mischief. ooh, actually, they're prolly arguing abt that. now that robby's in miyagi-do he has another outlet for all his energy and he's getting the positive attention he craves so he's not participating in hooligan activity or shenanigans w billy anymore and billy is like. offended. except suddenly there's werewolves. fucking. snarling, gigantic, toothy, hairy ass werewolves.

let's say robby kicked miguel down two stories in this 'verse too and tory recognizes him in her werewolf form even if she isn't exactly cognizant of herself. she tears straight for him, jaws open. billy doesn't exactly *mean* to protect him but it's kinda an automatic reaction from putting himself in between whenever he thought neil was getting too aggressive w susan or max. and like, sure, robby's the better fighter (not that billy would ever acknowledge this) but it's not like he's gonna karate kick the motherfuckin werewolf anyway-- billy is bigger, he's bigger and it's instinct and the next thing he knows, he's in between robby and the thing w sharp teeth (tory).

and that's when max gets serious. she bowls tory over, away from billy before she can bite. they're rolling, tearing at each other with teeth and claws. lo and behold, terry silver is lurking in the background like the evil mastermind he is, just watching them shred each other and evaluating his experiment. it's a p close match and tory is the more aggressive of the two but she's also been going, going, going since she shifted and she's burning herself out. she's also fighting with the blind instinct of a threatened animal while max maintains more precision bc she has better control of herself. max also isn't wasting energy unnecessarily. max gets her jaws around tory's throat and tory just goes slack. but she can think and she doesn't want to hurt tory, so she opens her mouth and relaxes her maw, teeth grazing harmlessly thru tory's fur.

tory's being shown mercy. possibly for the first time. it's so unlike her conception of others' ruthlessness, so unlike the worldview that's been instilled into her that it startles her enough to crack thru to her cognizance. she does the wolfy deference thing where they tuck their tails and lick at the dominant pack member's muzzle. max responds in kind and lets tory up.

this is when they notice terry lurking (billy's already worked out the werewolf that came to his defense is max so he's just dumbfounded watching all this shit, and robby's not abt to leave someone who just saved his ass, so he's stuck unsuccessfully tryna pull billy away and inevitably watching too). terry calmly slinks over, sizing up his charges. he's pleased with the performance. but tory and max are anything but, another werewolf fight ensues.

so while they all get huge after transforming sheerly on the basis of being werewolves, i'm gonna guess the size is proportionate to their human forms. so tory is a little larger than max and terry significantly outsizes them both. terry is also the more experienced werewolf. it's two against one but it's not the curbstop it would be if this was some weaksauce werewolf, it's dramatic evil karate werewolf terry fuckin silver. terry's shredding tf outta these two. their healing factor can't keep up, he's dishing out faster than either of them can recover and tbh they were already winded from fighting each other first.

but it'd be a major buzzkill if our movie had a downer ending. and also, the power of determination and friendship and shit. terry's got his jaws around max's throat now. he's a millisecond away from tearing it open. tory's pinned under him but she thinks fast, frees a hind leg, and rips her claws down his soft underbelly as deep as she can and doesn't stop ripping, like pedal kicking almost for a human, but with her hind claws. his intestines shoot out like paper snakes from a gag candy can!! okay, well, maybe they don't shoot out w that much gusto, but still. the bowels are free, the bowels are hanging low and tory's tearing 'em tf up, fluids n fecal matter errywhere. on tory. i'm sorry tory. ur under him, that's just how gravity works.

terry dies. healing factor can't keep up with the damage done, it's too critical. but nobody knows it's terry until the dawn breaks and he reverts back to his human shape.

max is v much 'i told u so,' in billy's face. robby promises not to tell. he doesn't want to get mauled or killed or anything. tory's able to cope better with what she did to sam knowing that it won't happen again, that she won't hurt anyone else she doesn't want to be she can control herself now. tory believes in mercy now bc max spared her, she trashes kreese's philosophy and joins eagle fang when johnny and daniel join forces in this 'verse too. max also joins eagle fang, takes her place in the front row right between tory and lucas at her v first practice.

credits roll.

after the credits we see tory considering turning her mother in the hopes that having the healing factor would help her mom's condition improve.

is that a teaser for the sequel?

idfk.

#max mayfield #dare i tag tory #i dare not #lucdarling #ask box #my fic tag #i kind of want to write this as a fic for real #fuck

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palmett-hoes · 4 years ago

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Hi, I really loved your post with the monsters as Birds of Prey! Was wondering if you had any thoughts on the Foxes as Marvel or Mcu characters? I feel like I could see Dan as Carol Danvers and Andrew for sure is Jessica Jones, idk about the rest.

oh wow old post!!

haha unfortunately i’m not really a comics person so i don’t feel like i can really give the best analysis possible, but i have seen most of the mcu movies and bits and pieces of the netflix show so i’ll try my best. also im using dc characters too bc i want to

1. Dan: I think your instinct with Dan as Captain Marvel is spot-on (at least uhhh,, based on the movie lol sorry comics ppl). Her direct, forceful powers and fighting style are definitely reminiscent of dan’s no-nonsense leadership approach. similarly the themes of overcoming sexism and acceling in a male-dominated industry in the captain marvel movie is pretty much the same as dan’s story establishing herself as the first female exy captain (tho sports is way more valid than the military). plus there’s a lot of emphasis on love and friendship between women that dan is ALL about. also lashana lynch would be a god tier dan wilds fc. Dan could also def have that lawful good Okoye from Black Panther energy. Loyal, disciplined, no-nonsense leader. no powers except discipline. no hair. also danai gurira in 2012 with the dreads and the sword and the cape on TWD was definitely part of my middle school sexual awakening

2. Kevin: Aquaman. this is based pretty much exclusively on the fact that jason momoa is my #1 kevin fc and also that Pasifika kevin is phenomenal and mandatory, actually. otherwise i think he has a decent amount of stick-up-the-ass cyclops energy. or dick grayson nightwing energy but i don’t have any evidence for why. kinda looks like him tho

3. Andrew: andrew gets the most characters bc he’s my favorite. i think ur jessica jones instincts are absolutely correct, both in her storyline (i only watched the first season) and her powers. i’ve seen some powers au and the tendency seems to be giving andrew like,, psychic powers or the like, and i don’t really agree. andrew is a very direct character. he’s pragmatic, he confronts problems head on, and he doesn’t muck about in details. to me this really translates best into physical powers like super strength that help u big punch straight thru all ur problems. also i def think andrew would be not just a solo hero but a mercenary (or a detective) because he’s not altruistic enough to be a standard vigilante. he doesn’t care enough about other people to hang out on rooftops all night waiting for Crime to occur. there’s a price for that. which brings us to the NEXT andrew hero: deadpool. maybe in personality more of a drugged andrew but the superpowered mercenary is really a perfect fit for andrew. also, healing powers have a decidedly tragic poetry to them on andrew. already he’s self-destructive, if he had a healing factor his concern for his own well-being would be so beyond rock bottom it’d be in the earth’s core. even worse when you remember that with a healing factor, as opposed to indestructibility, you still feel all the pain. which brings us to Wolverine and X-23, who have the same thematic points as deadpool but are much more of a personality match and they have knife hands, which i really think andrew would appreciate. ending that sadness train and onto another tho, andrew’s aesthetic and Vibes fit the Winter Soldier just SO well (just that movie tho, not really civil war or anything past that) and a reinterpretation of the captain america story using the twinyards would be incredibly interesting. and finally, one last hero that would work really well for andrew: rogue, only remove the angst around not being able to touch people, andrew would love that. one touch and their comatose? baller. don't fucking touch him.

4. Matt: Shazam. I didn’t see the shazam movie but my dad and brother did and they said it was very funny and all the trailors looked like it had a lot of fun himbo energy and i really think that fits. in terms of matching himbo disaster energy i think i’ve heard good things about comics hawkeye (not mcu). thor?

5. Aaron: Mr. Fantastic. now this might be a stretch but aaron is a character who uses a skin-deep veneer of anger to cover the fact that he’s actually quite pliant and bends to other people’s wills. and he’s a doctor or w/e. he could alse be like,, antman. he’s smart right? hank pym not paul rudd. katelyn can be wasp

6. Seth: Arm Fall Off Boy. no i will not elaborate. ..... ugh fine, but i'm using my favorite piece of superhero media of all time: x-men evolution, the one where they're all teenagers in public high school. seth can be lance alvers/avalanche who’s a bit of a jerk and has a lot of issues with authority and has a rivalry with cyclops very reminiscent of seth with kevin, but still there’s the recurring theme that he’s lashing out because of low self-esteem and a bad situation and he’s a surprisingly sympathetic character who i’m very fond of. his power is earthquakes but i think the name makes that pretty self-explanatory

7. Allison: Iron Man. cocky, bitchy, and rich rich rich. sounds like allison to me. then to elevate it a level higher: emma frost, rich bitch extraordinaire. also if allison had telepathic powers she would be unstoppable. plus one more bitchy, morally-gray blonde (but chaotic this time): Harley Quinn

8. Nicky: Okay so I do wanna give a quick shout-out to Northstar, the first openly gay comicbook superhero, who’s a speedster which I’d actually say fits Nicky pretty well. However, if i had to choose a superhero to represent nicky in presence and powers it would have to be Jubilee from x-men (... from what i’ve heard lol. i’ve never actually consumed any of her Media hahaha anyway) she’s a joyful, energetic presence and her powers are setting off fireworks which i think is a good balance of nicky being a supportive cousin-parent AND a chaotic train wreck garbage trash man. also gonna throw in johnny storm for a cheap 'flaming' joke

9. Renee: Thunder/Blackbird from Black Lightning bc she’s a fufkin lesbian lol. (i don’t watch the show but i do follow nafessa williams’s tag). now the fr ones i’m gonna do together because to me they have the same Vibes so i chose them for the same reasons. Wonder Woman and Storm who to me have the same reserved, impartial, regal energy. honestly ethereal and somewhat otherwordly, and quite literally goddesses. also op as hell. black widow and her “red in my leger” looking for redemption story also fits thematically.

10. Neil: okay lazy answer first: the flash or quicksilver. get it? because they run fast? and neil run too? yea i like to think i've proven myself to be better than such a surface level interpretation but worth the mention ig. so for srs now, mystique and her shape changing powers would be an interesting interpretation of neil's identity issues, but i wanna push it a step further. nightcrawler would actually be possibly the MOST interesting hero to apply to neil 1. because powers still very movement go fast place to place 2. because of the thematic focus on neil's unusual looks and the lengths he goes to hide them, very much in line with the way nightcrawler will use a hologram-projector in order to look human, yet in both cases it's only a surface-level illusion, and 3. his parentage. here, mary would be mystique, which i also think works very well considering mary seemed to be the far more effective chameleon on the run than neil, and also fits with her place as a morally grey character, as mystique herself is often a villain or an antagonist, with her own agenda and shadowy motives. then nathan matches well with nightcrawler's father: azazel, a literal demon, and also where kurt gets his appearance. it's a shockingly coherent narrative between the three of them. then, to also give neil some powers that aren't contingent on his fucked up geneology and rather on his own merit and abilities, Black Canary and her sonic voice parallel the way that neil began to anchor his identity and take ownership over himself through his voice and his sick roasts

and 1 extra, wymack: batman, on account of his altruism, his dedication to second chances, and his many, many adopted children

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anon, ik it's been a sec since you sent this, so i hope it gets back to you. i had a fun time with it and it prompted like,,, 7 different au s that i'll never write

#Anonymous #txt #the foxes #im talkin #my posts

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Hiiii my bbs, I have literally been dreaming about going to Greece sooo I hope this is good

Adding onto brigids thoughts:

Okk so half of us pass out in the Uber that we take to the airport, so everybody is just holding onto each other barely awake or literally just fall asleep on you while waiting in line to get to security. Hehe ofc Ryan gets lost, and he’s like panic calling us and I just start laughing at him through phone. But then he finds us and I get beeped at security as usual and he’s chirping me and he gets beeped too and I chirp him, so it gets a bit chaotic at security.

Look at you brigid being organized and not over packing anything. I do the same thing to I just always add extra everything hehe. Hehe yes ‘Quinner how do you have more shit then me’ quinner likes pack extra as well hehe . We have a mini competition to see who brought more clothes lol.

Okkk everybody, Brigid has chosen, she is officially Jamie’s girl :)). Anywayssss you and Jamie are just sleeping and cuddling each other. You are in Jamie’s hoodie 🥺. Kesh and Kirby are also cuddling each other. Aww yes I’m in Quinners beanie !!. So far me and Ryan aren’t chirping you lol cuz it’s reallyyyyy early.

I wear a hoodie and sweats as well or for my bday my brother bought me a really cute sweatsuit so I might wear that lol. But I would love to wear Quinners 😌hehe we get on the plane and it’s you + Dylan and cozzy and Jamie sees and gets jealous ‘no Jamie I just got comfortable’ ‘please cozzy she’s my GIRLFRIEND’ and cozzy gets mildly terrified and says ‘only for $50’ so that happens and Jamie is super happy that he gets to sit with you. Hehe me and Ryan chirp you guys. Ok so I’m behind you, Jamie and Dylan. Then quinton, Braden and Peyton are behind my row. Kesh and Kirby are just sitting away from everybody because they aren’t ready to deal w us yet lol.

You+ Jamie +dyl. Okk so you are watching an action movie. Dylan falls asleep real quick, and you see that he’s in an uncomfy position so you just help him get more comfortable. So now that Dylan’s passed out Jamie cuddles up to you and you start playing with his hair and he loves it and it’s making him fall asleep but he’s still trying to stay awake because he wants to be w you. But you reassure him and help him get comfortable. You wrap him in a blanket hehe. Brigid you have a hard situation here because you have two hockey players asleep on you. After a bit they wake up to eat and make you rewatch the movie and your like why do I have to I didn’t pass out. Oo uno is fun, same with poker. But Jamie gets bored and just starts to braid your hair while you play with Dylan. Also when Jamie wakes up he whisper ‘thank you baby’ and you give him a kiss. Oo also while he’s sleeping you trace his freckles 🥺.

Kesh and Kirby are just chilling and being adorable. They both just make sure that they are comfy. Top tier couple.

Lexi+quinner(+Ryan)- hehe yes Quinner is immune to coffee even after drinking his two cups and half of mine. We made Ryan carry the drinks cuz we are clumsyyyyy. Awww yes, I’m vv in my Quinner feels tonight so Quinner falls asleep on me and I cuddle him and play with his hair because I am not giving back that beanie. I’ll make sure he’s comfy and all. Haha yes me and Ryan are just super loud and competitive w the game we are playing, probably uno, poker or connect 4 lol. And you turn to us and say ‘guys can you shut up, Jamie and everyone is sleeping’ and we are like ‘ok and?’ And you chirp us and we chirp you back until we realize that we really don’t want to wake everybody up lol. Ya I get up a lot on the plane so Ryan and I and you would just be walking along the aisles hehe. Ryan gets tired eventually and passes out and Quinner wakes up and we have some cute moments🥺. We just cuddle and I lay my head on his shoulder and he kisses my mild freckles.

Let’s say we are in first class cuz we got good salaries lol and we really need the leg room since we tall. Airplane food isn’t to bad. But the snacks would be elite. I’ll make sure to get our snacks brigid cuz we have similar tastes in snacks :)). Hehe yes I keep stealing snacks from them, and then get hungry and ask me to give you some but I get annoyed lol. So the y start throwing the snacks and accidentally hit Jamie and Dylan in the head but thankfully they didn’t notice.

Okkkk so now the captain announced that we are landing in like 10 mins and everybody is just super excited to get off the plane. Oo Jamie keeps showing you things through the window 🥺.

Ok so we landed, I get up quick and so do some off the other boys so that the team can get off the plane first. It’s kinda chaotic with everybody trying to get their luggage and some people get smacked in the face. Question does your hair start to curl when the air is humid. Cuz that always happens to me and it’s what I love about traveling to warm places because my hair looks good lol.

Okkk so pass border control etc and all get out of the airport. Also you and Jamie are holding hands the entire time ;)). Would you rather rent a car or take a taxi to the hotel?. Anyways we leave the airport and everybody is just so happy that we are in Greece right now!! It’s sunny and beautiful.

Skip to getting to the hotel: I think our hotel is pretty nice, and we get there at like 2 . would you share your room with Jamie or get a solo? Anywayssss we get to the hotel and all say that we are going to meet up to go to the beach for a bit? Because we just wanna wake up and cool off in the water and possibly tan.

Brigid you walk out in your bikini and Jamie is in awe like how is she that gorgeous. And some boy makes a comment and he glares at him. And he literally carries you into the water. Kesh and Kirby just want to be constantly around each other so they are cuddles to together under an umbrella sipping on drinks or possibly swimming together. Quinner and I are racing each other into the water, and then we both tackle each other at the same time. And then we see who can jump over the wave. And maybe we just hold onto each other and have moments😏 same w you and Jamie .

Side note: I’ve had some bad/funny experiences w waves because some big ones just pulled me under and I would just land on the shore lol. It would take me such a long time to regain my breathing lol.

Some of the boys are chilling and tanning because they want to get some good tans. Some boys have already met some girls and some are in the water with us.

Later we all go shower and get changed to go out for dinner w the team. I never blow dry my hair esp on vacays because it dries really quickly and I get curls wbu? You me and kesh get dressed into really cute summery outfits, I see myself in a flowy skirt and a tshirt or a sleeveless top- I am owning the freckles on my arms hehe. Brigid I can see you in shorts or maybe even in a denim skirt? And in a top that shows your pretty bralette. Kesh I see you in a sundress? Like a red or yellow sundress that looks amazing !!

They boys are speechless because we are owning our outfits. Anywayssss we all go to a restaurant by the beach and just have such a nice time. And maybe after some Brigid +Jamie and Kirby +kesh time on the beach at night 😏

Okkk I hope this was ok. Pt 4 will be more of our trip !!

omgggg i love all of this! lexi you’re amazing, thank you for providing the quality team canada content it is amazing. anywayssss long post

haha all of us just falling asleep on each other in the car and then when we’re in line for security. like jamie just rests his head on my shoulder while we’re standing there and somehow falls asleep lol. and then ryan gets lost bc ofc he does and we’re laughing at him but then we’re like oh shit we need to help him find us so we don’t miss our flight. so then we help him back to security where he and lexi both get beeped and chirp each other about it lmao

hehe yes i finally chose jamie🥰. dyl and i are more like chaotic best friends who are maybe a little flirty but ultimately are just friends lol. so anywaysss jamie is the softest bf so he lets me wear his hoodie and we cuddle up and sleep together in the airport🥺 and kesh and kirby are also cuddling and lexi is wearing quinner’s beanie that she stole lol. and thankfully ryan’s still tired and lexi’s busy with quinner so they won’t start chirping me and jamie yet. and also we’re all wearing the boys’ sweartshirts that they gave to us

hehe yes then we’re on the plane and jamie sees me with dyl and cozzy and he just begss cozzy to switch with him. and cozzy’s already gotten comfortable so he’s like “no jamie just sit in your own seat". but jamie’s like “pleaseeeeee it’s my girlfriend”. so then cozzy seeing the perfect money-making technique (and also mildly terrified lmao) it like “fine i guess i’ll switch but only if you pay me $50″. and jamie’s just like “done” and hands the money over. so then jamie and i are both really happy and ofc you and ryan are awake enough to chirp us now lol. and the two of you are sitting behind us with quinner and then quinton, braden, and peyton are behind you guys. and kesh and kirby aren’t ready to deal with us bc it’s too damn early so they purposely chose the seats far away from us lol. and the other boys are just scattered throughout the plane

me+jamie+dyl - so we’re watching our movie and dyl falls asleep realllll quick bc he didn’t sleep at all in the airport. so then i help him get comfy bc besty things and i feel bad for him bc i think sleeping in airplanes is uncomfy lol. and then jamie cuddles up to me and i start playing with his hair🥺 so then he starts falling asleep again so ofc i help him get comfy and give him a blanket so he can sleep. and then while he’s sleeping i get to play with his hair and trace his freckles🥰 so then when he wakes up he just kind of mumbles “thank you baby” and i’m like “of course” and kiss him. and then they make me rewatch the movie with them and i’m just like “whyyyyyy” but then i make them play uno and poker with me so it’s all good. but then jamie gets bored and starts playing with my hair and braiding it🥺 and it actually turns out decent this time

kesh+kirby - perfect, amazing, adorable together. trying to keep us under control, but eventually just give in and ignore the chaos and pretend they don’t know us lmao

lexi+quinner(+ryan) - hehe yes lexi and quinner made ryan carry the coffee bc they’re too clumsy and then quinner drank a shit ton of it, but he still manages to fall asleep on the plane. and then lexi makes sure he’s comfy and starts playing with his hair, all while wearing his beanie ofc. but then you’re being super loud and competitive with ryan playing a ton of games and stuff. so then i’m like “guys stfu, jamie and the other guys are sleeping” and you guys are like “so what?” before realizing you really don’t want to wake everyone up. so then you guys shut up and start wandering the plane lol. but then eventually ryan gets tired and falls asleep and quinner wakes up and you guys are being all cutsie. and you’re cuddling and kissing each other’s freckles and then me and jamie chirp you guys bc payback lol

hehe yes first class bc rich boyssss. so we actually have pretty good food but the snacks are still better. and then eventually the guys just start throwing snacks to me bc it’s faster than handing them to you to hand them to me lol

and then we’re about to land so jamie’s pointing out things out the window to me and getting super excited, so ofc i’m excited too. and then we land and all get up fast af bc we’re not waiting for other people to get off the plane lol. also i pray to God that no one in our group claps when the plane lands bc that shit pisses me off lol. so anyways it’s just chaotic getting our stuff and getting off the plane lol. my baby hairs would be getting curly from the humidity, but the rest would just turn wavy. so anyways then me go through border control and me and jamie are holding hands and so are kesh and kirby but lexi and quinner can’t bc they both have sm shit to carry lol. and then we rent a car to take to the hotel and everyone’s just in a super good mood bc we finally made it

hehe then we finally get to our hotel which is nice bc again rich boyssss. and then me and jamie would share a room bc i’m broke lol and also bc i love him and want to be as close to him as i can😍 so then we put our stuff in our rooms and get ready to go to the beach. and then obviously all our boys are so impressed by us in our swimsuits, and each of them (jamie, quinner, and kirby) is just like “damn she’s gorgeous, how’d i get so lucky” and then some guy tries to like catcall me and jamie just death glares him lmao

hehe jamie just carrying me to the water “jamie i can walk myself yk” “ik i just love you, i want to carry you” “ok thank you bb” and then kesh and kirby ALWAYS together. swimming together, cuddling together on the beach, going to get food together etc. and then lexi and quinner racing and tackling each other into the waves and stuff lol. and i make jamie join bc i’m a competitive bitch lol and i obvi can’t just leave him alone. hehe getting pulled under by waves isn’t a problem for me bc i have good breath control lol. and then you and quinner and me and jamie could have moments😏 esp bc we’re in the water which makes everyone look extra hot. meanwhile the other guys are like all playing volleyball together or picking up girls lmao

then we all go shower to get ready for dinner. personally i never blow dry my hair and my showers are really fast so i would be ready fast lol. ooh lexi and kesh looking cute, lexi with her sleeveless shirt and flowy skirt and kesh with her sundress. i’m wearing shorts bc i basically refuse to wear anything else lol. hehe but i have a cute shirt that shows off a cute bralette so it makes up for my lack of skirt lol. and then the boys are just speechless bc of our outfits and they’re making sure to keep us close the whole night. oooh and then beach time at night😏

okkkk i love all of this and i’m so excited for part 4!!

#ask answered #anon answered #skating anon

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dhwrina · 4 years ago

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♡ ♡ ♡ howdy you lovely little beans !! 🤠 i’m nai ( she/her ; 21+) and i just cried bcs of a kdrama - first, i’m so in love with this rp, the concept ♡ ♡ ♡ , the effort that has been put behind it, my two braincells could never - ALSO y’all are so cute and i already love all of ur muses, someone bring me tissues, grandma is gonna cry ssdnsn anyway, i’m bringng u my bean rina the cupid canon with a little sidenote that i messed up her age lol wrote she was born 1997 but actually stated in the age section she’s 24, i guess math just does that to me. okay so, she’s a new muse so excuse me if sometimes i myself seem a little lost with her lmao. anyway i made a little PLOT PAGE , a WANTED PLOT TAG , a PINTEREST BOARD and you can read more ABOUT her here. so, if you want to plot please 🔪🔪🔪 LIKE this post. i’m down for everything gimme all the angst, brotps, enemies and fluff pls sdndnssa also if u want to plot discord pls lmk

below i’ll try to shorten her bio and also add some trivia and connections as well, thank you for reading this

tw death , abuse

♡ her life in the normal realm was a happy one. she died a natural death and led a pretty fulfilling life. ( that is bcs i needed to make her suffer extra hard for her life in donghwa do )

♡ due to her never experiencing any difficulties and having very supportive and loving parents, she just assumed that everyone else would be as nice as her parents were. this made her a little naive and overly trusting which wasn’t a problem as it seemed that rina somehow only met nice people ( look at me granting her some extra happy times so i can wreck her life more )

♡ her parents were (still are) the perfect couple which somehow made her obsessed with love. she was that girl who drew heart over the letter “i”. refused to use any marker that wasn’t pink and would always request a romcom at sleepovers when everyone else wanted to watch a horror movie.

♡ her parents the owners of cupid’s café are known for their matchmaking skills and rina probably got that from them. she also helped the people at school to confess to their crush and rumors said that asking rina for help would guarantee 100 % success.

♡ anyway rina herself never fell in love herself and kind of feel like a fraud since she gave out love advice but did not really experience love

♡ so one day, that perfect looking (shady) guy entered the cafe and rina fell in love with him. (tbh he wasn’t even that good-looking or funny it was probably just the way the light illuminated him or some shit that made rina believed he was the perfect guy straight out of a movie.....)

♡ turned out he was a complete douchebag. his obsessive behavour forced her to isolate herself from her friends and she kinda had no friends left then. also she actually planned to expand cupid cafe (probably some extra room for her matchmaking business lol) and planned to study but he also didn’t want her to “waste her time on something else” and manipulated her into giving up on that thought.

♡ when rina wouldn’t listen he’d become violent and rina started to question what love really was and if that what her parents had were just a naïve view on love and that most people couldn’t have the love they did.

♡ eventually she managed to escape from that relationship, but it did change her bcs 1) he never got punished for his actions (since she didn’t report him or told anyone about what had happened) 2) she kinda lost faith in that concept of fate regarding love but also other areas in life.

♡ that’s why i chose the rebel label for her bcs that belief started to crumble and she’s kinda mad bcs was it fate that she had to go through all this awful things ?

♡ right now she picked up her job at cupid’s cafe again. she is helping out her parents and honestly right now she tries not to think about her past dream about expanding the cafe etc. she’s rather focus on pulling herself together and to appear as normal as possible.

*inserts kdrama ending credits transition to her personality section here*

personality

♡ rina is the person who just likes to talk, she used to be very open and would even tell someone stuff they did not ask for. she laughs about everything she even finds dad jokes hilarious (she might as well love these kind of jokes the most). she’s quite trusting, tell her that scientist found out that fish can talk and she’ll believe you as long as you provide her some website. besides playing matchmaker for everyone she really enjoys photography (even made couple photos and had these couple photo instagram accounts were she’d post them.....). since that certain event, she has *dramatic vc* changed and bcs she tries to put on an act and be all happy ad that she sometimes comes across as fake ? also she doesn’t used to go out as often as usual and now only does her tasks at work and after that she just goes home and spends some time alone.

i want to write more but i’m brain dead rn so if u have any questions pls lmk

here are some basic connections if none of the plots on the plot page work

enemies, bad influence, good influence, someone who wants rina to teach them some matchmaking skills, sibling relationship, friends, ex enemies who are now friends, etc.

#dhwintro #also i'll get to ims later bcs i'm tired and need to go to sleep soon sjdsnd #i'm late but uni just doesn't want me to be happy :/#i didn't proofread anything same applies to rina's bio and the plots page bcs i graduated from clown school -#tw death #tw abuse

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laughing-with-god · 5 years ago

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Tribute Catalog for Quarter Quell

(This is just for me to help get faces in mind while I write part two of Quarter Quell. Trying something new for inspiration but feel free to reference if u also would like a better picture. I was watching the casting interviews for the Hunger Games movie and it made me realize how important it is for me to visualize the kids I’m going to write about in the arena.)

District One; Luxury

(I chose Twice’s Jeongyeon and Exo’s Chanyeol because they fit the physical discription I had in mind. They both are tall, charming, self-assured and very athletically built. Coming from district one, they are very spoiled compared to other tributes given they are the wealthiest and have a good relationship with the capitol. So I wanted to pick tributes that can excude a sense of luxury and physical superiority. They both never had to suffer from food outages and have trained to not only physically succeed in the games but to also win over audiences with appealing personas. They both are very charismatic and won fans over during their interviews bc they know how it important it is to have fans to root for you during the games. It could be the difference between life and death and game makers keep track of that. Chanyeol is 18 and Jeongyeon is 17.)

District Two; Masonry, Weapon-Making (Careers)

(Joy and Jungkook also come from a wealthy and strong district so it was important to me to pick tributes that looked healthy. Both Joy and Jungkook are kinda tall and aren’t necessarily frail looking....like you can tell that they eat well and are fit. It was also important to me that they were light skinned because their district chore of masonry requires lots of indoor time and I don’t picture district two as a sunny place. It’s actually quite cold and everyone’s work requires them to be inside so I wanted their complexions to reflect that. District two is actually responsible for making the weapons the capitol uses in the games, so lots of kids from 2 know their way around most weapons. This is true with Jungkook and Joy. They also are trained with combat and basic survival skills and unlike 1, they depend more on killing others than winning over audiences. They still are not to be underestimated. Jungkook trained more than Joy but she is knowledgeable enough to be a threat. Joy is 16 and Jungkook is 18.)

District Three; Technology

(I wanted to pick tributes that can reflect the cleverness of district three but also express how unfair this game could be. Both Chenle and Sungyeon are very sweet looking and very young so it’s extra tough to see kids as innocent as them have to fend off the more blood thirsty tributes. They both are very smart but didn’t score very highly during the personal assessment because the game makers are more biased towards physical skill than smarts. Sungyeon was talkative and polite during her interview but Chenle was very nervous and had stage fright so he couldn’t answer the questions as well. Audiences find them cute but don’t take them seriously. Sungyeon is 14 and Chenle is 13.)

District Four; Fishing (Careers?)

(Exo’s Jongin and Hyorin. It was important to me that I picked tributes that were darker skinned or at least had some sort of tan. District Four’s chore of fishing along with the weather and location means that Kai and Hyorin have lots of melanin and exposure to the sun. The reason that ‘careers’ is followed by a ‘?’ is because 4 is 50/50. Two and one almost always ally up but 4 isn’t always garunteed into the career pact. But, I think they would be good career candidates for this game because both Kai and Hyorin are well built and popular. The female audience adores Kai and the male audience loves Hyorin. They scored decently in the personal assessments and both had playful/flirty attitudes during the interviews. Although Kai is the more reserved of the two. Growing up in four, they also have some better survival skills than most tributes especially if the arena is water based or tropic bc that’s closest to their home habitat. Hyorin is 17 while Kai is 16.)

District Five; Electric, Solar and Nuclear Power

(Nct Renjun and Girl’s Generation Taeyeon. I picked Renjun because I wanted some younger looking tributes and I picked Taeyeon because I admired Foxface from the original Hunger Games book and wanted to pick someone who can be like her. Side note; foxface was also from district five btw. Both Renjun and Taeyeon are kinda pale and frail looking bc lots of District five is underground and unfortunately they’re not the capitols’ favorites so food outages aren’t uncommon. Both scored rather poorly on the personal assessments and were very quiet during the interviews. It’s suspected that they’re smart because most people from District Five are but if they are then they’re playing that very close to the chest. Taeyeon is 16 while Renjun is 12.).

District Six; Transportation

(Exo’s Sehun and Red Velvet’s irene. y’all know my sehun biased ass was gonna drop him in here somewhere. Sadly, I don’t know much about district six other than the people aren’t fond of traveling and the district has a problem with its’ citizens being addicted to morphling. However, taehyung mentioned to look out for the guy from 6 because he was one of the few who can hold his own in the wrestling station. It is also suspected that district six may have an alliance with each other because Sehun and irene stuck together during all the training days and conversed with each other often. Sehun scored well on the personal test while irene did poorly, most likely due to her petite figure and lack of strength. Their interviews were bland bc both of them are very quiet but they do have a decent fanbase due to their good looks. Sehun and Irene are both 16.)

District Seven; Lumber

(Got7′s Yugyeom and blackpink’s Jennie. I picked Yugyeom because he’s very tall and broad which makes sense because their district is known for lumber so I picture him cutting down trees often. Jennie is also someone who shouldn’t be underestimated, she is mentioned in Quarter Quell for being ‘athletic, agile, well-fed and flew through the rope course as if it was a walk in the park.’ Both scored decently but Jennie scored a point higher than him. Their interviews revealed him to be the more lively of the two while she was very reserved and had a general attitude of not wanting to be there. Yuqyeom is 15 while Jennie is 18.)

District 8; Textiles

(Jackson Wang and Amber Liu. Not much is known about them. Like 6, they also keep to themselves and may have an alliance with each other. They both had average scores for their personal assessments but Taehyung mentioned in Quarter Quell that he suspects the boy from 8 being a potential threat but laying low. Their interviews were surprisingly funny and the host Declan even joked that there must be something in district 8‘s water that make them so entertaining. Jackson is 17 and Amber is 15.)

District 9; Grain

(District 9 is in charge of grain and is described as having fields upon fields of wheat. For this reason, I wanted to pick tributes who are a bit darker for the purpose of expressing how long they may have spent outside working the fields. I know Tzuyu isn’t that dark but in my fic I picture her tanner. They both aren’t very talkative or aggressive during the training and scored low during their assessment tests. I also picture them on the more skinny side because 9 gets food shortages often. Tzuyu is 15 and Woojin is 16.)

District 11; Agriculture

(Bambam and Lisa. I also may or may not think they’re cute and look good together but that’s neither here nor there. They both are rather thin which is important because 11 is one of the least liked districts from the capitol so they don’t get as much food as others. They also have some color to them which is important because their chore is required to be outside farming. Both Bambam and Lisa scored okay during their tests and have decent interviews, they seem rather nice and passive and it’s suspected that they might be allied with each other. Their strategy might be to hide until the games are over because they aren’t very blessed physically, haven’t spoken to other tributes and were seen most often at the camouflage station. Lisa is 16 and Bambam is 17.)

District 12; Mining

(Chaeyeong and Johnny Seo. District 12 never wins the games so they are kinda the ones with the least amount of hope. Both of them are also very thin and pale due to the mining industry of being underground and having very little food. She scored poorly but Johnny did slightly better than Chaeyeong. Johnny is one of the most promising tributes 12 has had in a while because he is somewhat strong and has good survival skills from living in the seam of the district. But still, he isn’t as trained and ruthless as the careers so it would be an uphill battle for him. Their interviews were short and uneventful, Chaeyeong was too nervous to really shine while Johnny was a bit blunt and rude because of his hatred for the capitol people and their sick sense of entertainment. He is 16 and she is 14.)

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unholyimagines · 7 years ago

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New Rules

Dylan O'Brien x reader

Summary; Without a doubt, you’re craving some O’Brien for yourself, but being the stubborn girl you are, you make him find it out the hard way which doesn’t give you the end result you expected

Warnings; intense, cocky, smirking Dylan, a lot of teasing and dirty talk, overstimulation, choking, alcohol and the basic cursing

A/N; back from the break with a bang so hope you like it! this is the longest one I’ve ever written bc, well, I wanted to come back with a bang, also I apologize for all the smirking going on (gif from giphy) I don’t know how this will look if you’re on computer bc I had problems posting it on my phone bc of the length so if it looks funny, it’s not my fault

“So basically, you hate each other”, the interviewer said.

“Nah, I would say strongly dislike”, you smirked.

“The first thing I agree with Y/N”, Dylan chuckled next to you.

“They’re totally kidding. They love each other, they just have a weird way of showing it”, Kaya interrupted before misunderstandings were made.

You just rolled your eyes, tuning out of the interview while the other members of the cast kept talking as you sipped your water.

It was the last day of press tour for promoting the last Maze Runner movie that you had been lucky to be a part of. You were sat next to Dylan on tall chairs behind Kaya, Thomas and Dexter who were sitting on a couch in front of you.

As if the interview wasn’t already going great for your part, you felt Dylan lean towards you.

“I know you don’t hate me and you know how I know that? Because I know you touch yourself at night, thinking about me”, he whispered into your ear and you almost choked on the water, but managed to swallow it before giving Dylan a ‘shut the hell up’ look.

“Keep on dreaming, O'Bitch”, you quickly faked a smile at him, not wanting the interviewer or the camera to notice the true nature of the quiet conversation between you and Dylan.

“Oh, I think you’re the one dreaming”, he chuckled, joining the others as they laughed at something that you had no idea about.

Soon enough, the interview ended and you were back in your hotel room with Kaya, getting ready for the wrap party the whole cast was attending.

“So, what the hell was that at the interview?”, Kaya questioned you absentmindedly as she put on her makeup behind you.

“What do you mean?”, you genuinely asked.

“You and Dylan. Your little comment was not exactly the most clever thing to say in an interview while the whole world is watching, especially when there has been a lot of confusion about if you guys are really even friends at all. You just be glad I saved your asses”, she told you.

“We’re kinda, sorta friends-ish? Definitely not best friends, but I think our friendship is really growing”, you lied sweetly as you were trying to pick out the perfect dress for the night, digging through the pile of clothes on the bed.

“Oh please, I bet you’re gonna end up in bed with him tonight”, Kaya giggled as she smirked at you through the mirror.

“I mean, sure he’s hot, but he can be a total ass”, you grinned back at her as you turned fully towards her.

“But I’m not wearing my lucky bra for him, and since it’s a plus one party, do you know if Posey’s coming tonight?”, you smirked as you placed your hands on your hips, showing the push-up bra that made your boobs look extra delicious.

“So you’re putting that on to impress Dylan’s best friend? You’re such a bad girl, but anyways, I don’t know about Tyler, why don’t you ask Dylan?”, she challenged you with another smirk.

“Well, as I said, we’re not exactly best friends with Dylan so I’ll pass, but guess we’ll just have to see if Tyler shows up”, you told her.

“That we’ll do, but if I can suggest, put on that silky little black dress and don’t wear a bra, you look amazing in it and everyone at the party will be after you”, Kaya suggested as she finished her makeup.

“I like the way you think, Miss Stonem”, you smirked as you removed your bra and picked up the dress she suggested, matching it with some killer black heels.

As you arrived with Kaya, the party was already on full blast. The huge club was full of people, some familiar faces and some not.

“Let’s go up”, Kaya shouted to you over the music as she started to pull you with her to the big balcony like VIP area that was meant for the cast.

The second you stepped up the last stair, you saw your target for the night.

Tyler. Who was of course, sitting with Dylan on a big lounge couch.

“You wanna join them? Or can you not sit with Dylan?”, Kaya smirked at you as she saw you eyeing the two boys.

“I think I can handle it”, you smirked right back at her as you started to walk towards them.

“Hey! Kaya and… Y/N”, Dylan rolled his eyes as you sat down on the opposite couch.

“Lovely to see you too Dylan”, you lied to him, turning your attention to Tyler.

“And it’s nice to meet you, Tyler”, you offered your hand to him which he shook with a smile.

“Great to meet you too, I’ve heard so much about you from Dylan”, he chuckled.

“I’m sure only good things”, you said through gritted teeth, knowing how Dylan had probably told him what a horrible person you are.

“Oh well, you know me, I bring out the good in people”, Dylan winked at you and now it was your time to roll your eyes.

“So, you guys ready to party? How about some drinks, what would you like Y/N?”, Tyler questioned, smiling at you.

“Something strong”, you smirked and heard Dylan scoff.

“Perfect, I’ll go get us something”, he smirked back at you.

“I’ll go with you and go see some people”, Kaya announced, knowing you wouldn’t go with her.

As she followed Tyler to the bar, you realized you were left alone with Dylan, fun.

“Just so you know, I’m not letting you ruin this night for me”, you leaned over the table, showing him you were serious.

“I’m sure you’ll do that all on your own”, he smirked as he leaned closer to you.

“See now you’re confusing yourself with me”, you chuckled.

“Now now babe, don’t get cocky or you might show Tyler the bitch you really are”, he kept the stupid smirk on his face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show him lots of other things”, your own smirk growing as his face fell.

“He’s my best friend, don’t even think about it”, he said as his face turned serious and you glared at him.

“A vodka soda, with extra vodka for the lady and two beers for the boys”, Tyler interrupted your staring contest with Dylan as he handed the other beer to Dylan and sat next to you, causing a shy smirk on your face as you gave Dylan a wink to which he gave you a glare.

“Thanks Tyler”, you smiled at him, crossing your legs, making the hem of your dress rise up and you leaned closer to him with a playful smile.

“Woah, better Y/N watch out with that pretty little dress or your slut might show”, Dylan chuckled across the table.

“Dylan, that’s not cool”, Tyler told him with a raised brow, not finding his joke funny.

“Yeah Dylan, don’t be mean”, you fake pouted.

“But he’s right you know, that dress is pretty, as are you”, Tyler smirked at you after his compliment.

“Ooh, Scott McCall is a smooth fucker”, you giggled at him.

“Oh god”, you heard Dylan mutter as he leaned back on the couch.

You continued flirting with Tyler, putting extra effort into it to annoy Dylan, until you heard Dexter’s loud voice from the bar.

“Can I please get the cast here? Dylan, Y/N! C'mon, it’s time for shots!”, he yelled and motioned you towards him.

“Guess I’ll see you later”, Tyler said with a wink as he went to talk with some people.

“Or not, Y/N likes to mingle”, Dylan told him before he was gone.

“Don’t cockblock me”, you said to him as you walked to the bar.

“I wouldn’t, but that’s my best friend and I don’t want you breaking his heart”, Dylan said.

“I’m not really the big bitch you think I am”, you said in a serious voice as you grabbed two shots from the tray Dexter was holding.

“I know”, he smiled and it confused you as it seemed genuine.

“Then we are you being such a dick to me and always arguing with me?”, you confronted him as you handed him the other shot.

“Because I like it, it’s funny”, the familiar smug smirk was back on his face before you both turned your attention to the speech Dexter was giving.

“Oh, fuck me”, you roller your eyes, trying to focus on Dexter talking, but Dylan’s words stuck in your head. You knew he didn’t really hate you, but him giving 'a reason’ why he was a douche at times, got you wondering.

Dexter ended his short speech and you glanced at Dylan, him raising his other brow at you with a sexy smirk.

“That’s wasn’t an invitation”, you told him before both of you downed your shots.

“Shame”, he smirked when Kaya joined you.

“Hey you lovebirds, everyone’s been asking for you all night! Come join us at the table, the main cast is playing a little drinking game”, she giggled, clearly buzzed.

“Hell yes!”, you cheered before you walked with her and Dylan to the table where Dexter, Thomas and Ki Hong were.

“Anyone brave enough to play a little game of truth or dare?”, Dexter asked as he eyed everyone with a playful smirk.

A round of 'yeah’s’ was heard from everyone and the game started.

Nothing worth mentioning happened for a while until it was Dylan’s turn and he chose a dare.

“Dylan, I want you to flirt with Y/N”, Kaya smirked evilly as she gave the dare.

“You can back out and take he shot instead, pussy”, you told Dylan who was sitting next to you, whispering the last part.

“Don’t worry babe, I got this”, he said with confidence as you grabbed your new drink, sipping it with a straw as you turned your full attention to him.

Dylan did the same and his face got serious as he focused.

“Y/N…”, he said in a low voice and you suddenly felt a little nervous.

“You’re beauty, you’re grace…”, he said before getting leaning closer to you.

“I want you to sit on my face”, he finished with a sly smirk and you swallowed too much of the alcohol and stared to cough violently as everyone else laughed.

“Wow, don’t choke Y/N”, Dexter said as he grew slightly worried.

“I’m good, usually I like chocking, but not this kinda choking”, you laughed after you stopped coughing and realized what you said, clearly the alcohol was starting to make an effect on you, but nobody seemed to mind your words.

“Okay, Y/N, you’re up and I take it you’re choosing dare?”, Thomas smiled at you and you nodded with a smirk.

“Since Dylan was so good at making you a mess, I dare you to do the same dare at him”, Thomas said with a smug smile.

“Alright then”, you smirked back at him after placing your drink on the table, turning your attention back to Dylan, who was already starting at you intently with a smirk.

“Dylan…”, you started with a quiet voice, mimicking his performance.

“Truthfully speaking, I think I could fall madly…”, you said as you brought your body closer to his and saw the smirk disappearing and him gulping.

“In bed with you”, you said and started to laugh as did everyone else, but noticed how Dylan only chuckled a couple times.

“Was that really the truth?”, Kaya questioned you with a hopeful smile.

“You really thought so? I guess I’m just that good of an actress”, you said with a proud smirk.

“What do you guys say if we stop the game and just talk?”, Thomas suggested and you all agreed.

Leaning back on the couch, you tried to focus on the others, but Dylan leaning close to you with his hand over the headrest distracted you.

“Can I help you?”, you asked as you saw him staring.

“I just find it funny how you say you’re a good actress, but you still can’t cover how much you want me”, he chuckled lightly.

“Well then you must be blind, because it’s not an act”, you quickly replied.

“Babe, you don’t need to lie”, he chuckled again.

“Why are you always calling me babe?”, you snapped at him while you picked up your drink.

“Is it bothering you?”, he stopped chuckling as his face held a smirk again.

“No”, you told him, trying to focus back on the others conversation.

“Another lie”, he whispered close to your ear, startling you and your glass tipped enough for some of the alcohol to splash on your exposed thighs.

“Dude, don’t do that”, you huffed out in annoyance, knowing your legs would be sticky.

“Shit sorry, I didn’t mean that to happen. Let me help”, Dylan quickly apologized and took a napkin from the table, starting to wipe your legs as you froze.

His hand wiped most of the liquid and then started to get closer to your crotch, but he didn’t seem to mind as his hand dipped under the hem of your dress, dangerously close to your pussy.

Especially when you had decided not to wear a bra, or panties.

“I’m sure you’ve imagined my fingers disappearing under your skirt, but don’t get too excited now, Y/N”, he smirked when he noticed your reaction.

You didn’t expect the words that come from his mouth and a quiet, almost inaudible moan escaped your lips.

But of course, Dylan noticed it and made eye contact with you and smirked once again as he saw the horror on your face.

“Oh my god. I was right”, his face seemed to light up.

“W-what? What the hell do you mean?”, you forced the words out in confusion.

“I was fucking right, at the interview. That’s why you almost choked”, he continued.

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about”, you told him, readjusting your dress.

“You touch yourself while thinking about me, don’t you?”, he said quietly so no one else would hear and you didn’t even have to look at him to know the stupid sexy smirk was on his face.

“Shut up, I’d never do that”, you brushed him off.

“But you do, that’s why you reacted the way you did earlier. I said it as a joke, but now I know it’s true. Holy shit”, he chuckled silently at his realization.

“Fuck you”, you muttered, still refusing to look at him.

“It’s okay babe, you don’t have to admit now, but you’re gonna be begging me to fuck you later”, he said before joining the conversation going on with the others.

You stayed quiet. How could he say shit like that? There was no way. How could he possibly know?

You wanted to get up and leave to relax for a minute, but the wetness that had gathered between your legs felt like it was soaking through your dress so you stayed put as you tried to casually join the conversation too.

Luckily, Dylan didn’t mention anything about it again, he just kept giving you smirks and winks from time to time.

About 30 minutes later, you spotted Tyler in the crowd of people and decided to go to him to get your mind off Dylan’s word which were still affecting you, not making the tingling feeling between your legs go away.

You downed the rest of your drink and fixed your boobs before standing up.

But a hand on your arm stopped you from rising.

“Where are you going?”, Dylan asked you with a serious look on his face.

“To talk to Tyler”, you said in a duh voice.

“No, you’re not”, he objected, making you raise your brows.

“Uh, yes, I am”, you let out a dry laugh.

“I don’t think so”, he told you.

“Since when do you make the rules?”, you laughed again in disbelief.

“New rules baby, I give you what you want and you forget about Tyler”, he explained and you felt something in your already tingling crotch at his possessive behavior.

“You mean what you want?”, you raised your brow at him in a challenging manner.

“Like I said, you don’t have to admit it, but soon you’ll be begging”, he winked at you as he suddenly got up and left, leaving you slightly disappointed.

The party went on for a couple hours without a sign of Dylan and you didn’t make a move on Tyler, too busy thinking about Dylan’s 'offer’. Just as you were about to go find Dylan, your friend group announced it was time for the after party, which was hosted by none other than Dylan O'Brien himself.

Just as you were entering the assigned car, you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around to find Tyler smiling at you.

“Hey, you going to the after party?”, he questioned.

“Yes, are you coming?”, you smiled back.

“Yeah and I was gonna ask if I could ride with you since I kinda missed my ride”, he chuckled, his drunk eyes trying to focus on you.

“Of course, let’s go”, you laughed as you both hopped in.

The ride wasn’t long and you kept your flirting to the minimum, even when you thought about entering Dylan’s place with a bang to annoy Dylan, but decided against it since you had made your choice about his so called offer, but of course you weren’t gonna let him know that just yet. Where would the fun be in that?

Arriving at your final destination, you walked with Tyler through the door to find the house almost packed with drunken people as music was blasting through the speakers. You saw your cast mates playing beer pong but, you wanted a drink so you decided to follow Tyler to the kitchen as he knew the house.

“We got beer and… Beer”, he chuckled as he was looking through the fridge.

“Beer it is then”, you smiled and popped the bottle open before Tyler took your hand in his and pulled you to the backyard, which was also full of people.

Tyler stopped by a small couch and sat down as you did the same.

“You know, I really meant what I said earlier”, he spoke and his words slightly slurred.

“I don’t kno…”, you stared, but he interrupted.

“That dress. You look breathtaking in it”, he said as he started to bring his body closer to you and leaning in slowly.

“Oh, thank you, I…”, you tried, but felt a little taken aback by his sudden change in behavior.

You would’ve went for it, if it wasn’t for Dylan’s words.

And just as if someone read your mind, a hand stopped Tyler from moving forward and you both looked up to see an unpleased Dylan, but he quickly covered it with a smile.

“Hey Ty, some people are asking for you inside”, he said and Tyler got up, the awkwardness in the situation clear on his face as he went back inside without another word.

“I thought we agreed you would leave Tyler alone and then I see you walking in with him and leaving hand in hand”, Dylan said before you could get a word out.

“I never agreed to anything”, you teased with a smirk.

“Don’t be a tease”, he looked at you with dark eyes.

“Oh, like you weren’t being one earlier”, you challenged him.

“Or like you haven’t been one from the day we met, giving me sneak peeks from your body while running around set in those tight little short I’ve thought about ripping off many times”, he told you in a low voice and you almost visibly shuddered as your head was spinning with thoughts.

“So, you ready to admit it?”, he brought you out of your thoughts after a moment.

“What?”, you asked with pure confusion, not really paying attention to his question.

“Just give up already Y/N, I know you want me and can’t stop imagining my hands all over your body while I’m fucking y…”, he got closer to you by every word until you had to stop him.

“Dylan! You can’t…”, you snapped as you stood up, but not before you knocked the beer out of his hand and it splashed all over your chest.

“Really? Again? Where’s the bathroom?”, you groaned in frustration.

“I’ll take you upstairs since the downstairs is taken all the time, follow me”, he informed and you did what he told, forgetting all about your own beer.

Dylan was right, the upstairs bathroom was free, maybe because it was in Dylan’s own bedroom with a locked door.

You walked straight to the sink and started patting your chest with a wet paper.

“You need a shower?”, Dylan asked as he leaned against the doorframe while watching you through the mirror.

“No, I’ll be fine”, you huffed out as you tried to get the liquid off your body.

“Here, let me help”, he said before grabbing a towel and wetting it.

He stood behind as he started to wipe the fabric across you collarbones, you watching his every move from the mirror while his eyes were focused on your chest.

Your hands dropped to your sides as you felt fascinated by his act of kindness, but then felt the towel inching it’s way down to your cleavage and your breath got caught in your throat.

His hand moved from side to side until he was touching your boobs and suddenly he dropped the towel.

You waited for his next move with anticipation and finally, he brushed the tips of his fingers against your chest, dragging them down to your cleavage and as cheesy as it sounds, it felt like he was leaving your skin on fire, like you had waited for his touch for so long, which you had.

Feeling disappointed when he removed his hand, you strangled back a moan when he softly brushed his thumb over your right nipple that was poking through the thin dress.

“There you go, not sticky at all”, giving you a satisfied smirk through the mirror.

“Dylan…”, you started, but had no idea what to say next. You knew he wanted you to admit how you wanted him, wanted you to beg for it, but you couldn’t give in, but also needed more of his touch, the wetness back between your legs.

“Come”, he simply said as he pulled you with him to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Are you ready to admit it?”, he questioned, staring you right in your soul.

“Admit what?”, this time actually hearing his question, just playing dumb to tease him.

“God, you make me wanna choke you, oh wait, you’d like that”, he chuckled as he noticed your reaction, your face a mix of shock and excitement.

“Dylan…”, you said only his name, again with the same problem of not knowing what to say next.

“Are you just gonna keep repeating my name until I make you scream it?”, he chuckled lowly, his hand pulling your legs apart and inching his palm agonizingly slow towards your pussy.

“I…”, you felt lost, the feeling of his touching almost paralyzing you.

“It’s okay babe, you don’t have to speak, just say the three words I wanna hear”, he whispered as he buried his face into your hair, speaking directly into your ear and you almost moaned at his low, rough voice.

“I…”, you repeated, focusing on his hand going under your dress.

“That’s it, two more words”, he encouraged you as his fingers almost touched your most sensitive spot.

“I… Will never say the words to you”, you growled at him with a smirk as he quickly pulled his head and hand away from you.

But instead of a snarky comment you were expecting, his hand wrapped itself around your throat in a quick moved, applying enough pressure to make it exciting.

“C'mon babe, don’t be a bitch”, he said, wearing a sinister smirk on his lips.

“I know you’re close to breaking, just need the final…”, he continued as he released your throat and dragged the hand down your front until cupping your sex under the dress, the contact making you gasp.

“Strike”, he finished his sentence that you had already forgotten, too busy focusing on his middle finger lightly pressing against your soaking entrance, but not pushing it in.

You waited for more, but felt overly disappointed when he drew his hand back, only to put the finger into his mouth with a smirk as he sucked it clean and your mouth fell slightly open.

“Your body doesn’t lie, Y/N”, he kept smirking as he brought his face close to yours and you leaned in for the kiss, but it never came.

Instead he took the chance to bite down on your lower lip before pulling it back and standing up.

“You’re gonna wish you would’ve done what I wanted. Now get on your knees”, he smirked down at you as you fell to your knees compliantly.

Taking a firm grip on your hair, he opened his pants and his cock was now standing up in your face in all its glory.

“You know what to do”, he chuckled with an intimidating look.

Licking your lips before opening your mouth, you took his tip in your mouth as you started to make his cock wet for it to glide in easier, taking it in inch by inch until you slightly gagged as it hit the back of your throat.

“Now that’s what I like to hear”, he hummed in satisfaction before you took him into your hand to pump the part that didn’t fit in your mouth.

“No, no hands”, he commanded you and you placed your hands on his hips when he started to slowly fuck your mouth.

His moves started to get rougher every time he pulled back and your throat was starting to feel the effect just as your eyes started to water.

“Damn, you look good with my cock in your mouth babe, but you know what would look even better? My cock in that wet pussy of yours”, he smirked and you whimpered at his words, but just a muffled noise came out.

“But since you can’t speak, might as well use that mouth for something better”, he continued and you felt extremely aroused by this newly revealed rougher side of him.

He kept fucking your mouth until drool started to drip from the corners of your mouth and that’s when he stopped everything completely, making you fall backwards against the bed since he wasn’t supporting you by your hair anymore.

“Get on the bed”, he told you as he put his cock back in his pants and pulled his shirt off, showing his tight upper body that instantly made you think about Mitch Rapp and your mind was blurred with dirty thoughts of Dylan’s character.

Sitting on the bed, you waited for him to rip off your dress and fuck you, but no.

Instead he sat next to you, nuzzling his face into your hair again and you heard him breathing heavily.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I intend to make you mine tonight”, he growled and your pussy clenched at his words, you were a complete fool for a dominant guy.

“So you can forget all about Tyler or any other guy, because you…”, he whispered as he bit on your ear.

“Are mine”, he finished with a breathy groan.

“And you better pray to god if you think I’m kidding, nod if you understand”, he gave you literal chills, but you nodded quickly, not being able to speak from the excitement.

“Good girl, now what would you like me to do?”, he questioned as he stayed by your ear, making your mind even wilder if possible and you just let out a shaky breath.

“Still not talking? Too bad, I would’ve liked to hear you tell me how you want to feel my fingers on your clit, rubbing smooth circles as our tongues battle with each other until I finally get to fill you with my cock”, he was teasing the shit out of you and you couldn’t hold back the moan anymore.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re moaning like a whore. Fuck that’s hot”, he growled, almost moaning himself before pulling away from your ear.

You kept your eyes forward, trying to understand this was reality and not your imagination, but you were literally ripped out of your thoughts when you felt a hand in your hair pull you down on your back before Dylan laid his body next to yours, but you didn’t gasp in surprise, because another moan escaped.

“You like it when I do this, admit it. You like when I pull your hair and pin you down. You like when I take control over you. Just admit it, you want me”, he smirked at you and you lost your mind at his words.

“I want you!”, you almost yelled, too turned on to care.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”, he chuckled, trailing his finger against your jawline.

“Please Dylan, I want you, okay? I need you, just fuck me already”, you told him with a desperate voice as you laid there feeling helpless.

“Aw, you’re cute when you beg”, he smirked again, now playing with the strap of your dress, slowly pulling it down and then back up and his words from earlier flashed through your mind.

You’re gonna be begging me to fuck you later.

Too high on him, you didn’t even think about your defeat as you were too happy with the fact of him being right.

“Dylan-just, please touch me”, you begged again, desperate for his touch.

“See, here’s the thing Y/N, you wouldn’t give me what I wanted, so I won’t give you what you want”, he said as he sat up and you quickly did the same.

“No, please. I’m sorry, I need you so bad right now”, you tried again with hope.

“Sorry, no. Stand up”, he ignored your pleas, but you still did what he said and stood up to stand between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“I like to think I’m ambitious…”, he started as he pulled to other strap off of your shoulder as you gave him your full attention.

“So I like to get what I want”, he continued, pulling the other strap down too.

“And I don’t appreciate you stopping me from doing that”, he finished, taking a fistful of the dress in his hand and yanking it down, leaving you completely exposed to him.

“Well fuck. You’re even more gorgeous than I thought”, he chuckled as his hands found their way to your hips, drawing lines up and down and you grew more impatient by every stroke.

“You should’ve just told me what I wanted and you would have it already”, he grinned at you as he pushed your legs slightly apart, revealing your pussy to him.

You bit your lip when you noticed him licking his lips when he started at your pussy.

Lifting his eyes to make contact with yours, you saw the hunger and lust in them, making your knees almost buck.

Giving you a satisfied smirk, he looked down again as his hands started to playfully touch your inner thighs, taking all the time in the world to not touch the place you wanted him most.

“Please…”, you begged once more, only earning a chuckle from him.

“Have you not been listening to a word I’ve been saying?”, he questioned before brushing his thumb over your clit once, just once and it drove you over the edge.

Placing your hands in his shoulders, you pushed him back on the bed and jumped on top of him, bringing you face close to his.

“Dylan, I swear if you don’t fuck me now, I’ll go find Tyler and bang him in your own house”, you growled, not knowing what took control over you.

“Oh babe, you shouldn’t have said that”, he laughed dryly, switching your position so that he was now on top of you.

“Is this what you want?”, he asked as he plunged two of his fingers in your dripping wet pussy and started applying pressure on your g-spot.

“Oh my god, yes!”, you yelled as you grabbed the sheets and your back arched in pleasure.

“You wanna cum, you little bitch?”, he asked as he kept fingering you, your orgasm forming quickly due to all the teasing.

“Yes, Dylan!”, you forced the words out past the moans that had started to fall uncontrollably.

“Good, scream my name like you’re supposed to. And now, cum”, he said in a low voice before biting down on your nipple, which made you instantly cum.

“Oh my god!”, you moaned after Dylan stopped moving his hand and pulled it out of you.

“You enjoy that?”, he smirked.

“Fuck yes”, you laughed as you tried to catch your breath.

“Good, because that’s the only pleasure you’re gonna get, because now, I’ll make you scream until you’re begging me to stop”, he smiled a scary smile before he removed his pants completely and crawled between your legs.

“Remember, you brought this on yourself”, he warned before he entered you and you moaned in pure bliss.

“Shit, you feel amazing”, he commented as he started to move his hips fast, burying his cock deep inside you.

“Mmh”, you hummed in pleasure as he fastened his pace, but then, he pulled out.

“What the fuck are you…”, you asked in complete confusion, but he grabbed your hips and flipped you around effortlessly, giving your ass a spank to make you lift it up.

Not even waiting for you to adjust your position, he was already pounding into you without mercy as you moaned loudly.

Slightly readjusting his own position and placing his hands on your hips, his cock was hitting you right in your g-spot and you felt like you lost all control over your own body.

You could stop pulling violently on the sheets, not caring if you ripped them apart as your screaming filled the room.

“Dylan! Oh-fuck!”, you yelled just before you came again.

“I can’t anymore! Stop and I’ll blow you until you cum”, you forced out between breaths, but he wasn’t listening and just kept pounding, both knowing how he warned you.

Somehow, he managed to make his hips move even faster and deeper and your throat was hurting from the screaming.

To make it even more stimulating, he pinched your clit before starting to rub it.

Just as you felt your third orgasm forming, Dylan pulled out and grabbed you hair, turning you around and pushing his cock in your mouth mid-turning. He pumped himself a few times before releasing into you mouth and you felt the salty liquid on your tongue.

“Be a good girl and swallow it”, he smiled sweetly at you as he gave your cheek a few taps.

Cringing at the taste, you swallowed it without another thought as you wanted it to be over and fell back onto the bed as Dylan did the same.

You closed your eyes to enjoy the moment.

Only a few seconds of the peaceful bliss, you felt Dylan’s hand on your jaw, turning your head towards him as your eyes opened.

And to your surprise, he connected your lips, giving you a sweet kiss and you felt him smile into it.

After your second of shock, you kissed him back with just as much passion.

Pulling back, you gave him a confused smile.

“What was that?”, you questioned.

“I’m just happy”, he smiled genuinely.

“Good, me too”, you told him with a smile.

“That wasn’t too much, was it?”, he questioned again, his face laced with concern.

“No, it was perfect”, you smiled again, sitting up and leaning over his chest to give him another kiss.

“So no face sitting this time?”, you smirked.

“Next time, baby”, he winked.

“Dylan, are you still here?”, a voice yelled from behind the door and you both suddenly remembered the party going on downstairs.

“Yeah, yeah! I’ll be down in a second!”, he yelled, getting up and putting his clothes on as you did the same.

“You ready to go back?”, he asked you, smiling at you again, which felt slightly weird since he always just smirked.

“Ready”, you giggled before he opened the door and allowed you to go down first to see the party still going on, but half of the people had left.

“Y/N, where have you been? We thought you left”, Kaya shouted at you from one of the couches.

“Uh, sorry, I was just… Doing stuff”, you lied.

“I’m stuff”, Dylan said from behind you as he descended the stairs while fixing his hair.

A round of applause and cheers made you blush so you quickly made your way to sit next to Kaya.

“I was right”, she whispered to you.

“What?”, you furrowed your brows at her.

“I told you, you would end up in bed with him”.

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