#it's good exercise and i like cold weather

[piedoesnotequalpi]

They should invent a shoveling snow that doesn't hurt my back

[smutoperator]

Will you write M Reader x Ryujin and Somi threesome fun ?

Gym Intruder

Shin Ryujin, Jeon Somi x Male Reader

Tags: acrobatic, arguing, armpit fetish, deepthroat, dry humping, facial, gym, threesome, titfucking, weather, workout

Word count: 4843

In the last stages of Itzy's comeback preparation, Ryujin decided to hit the gym for one final time. You were both doing exercises at the gym and noticed each other. Despite the cold weather, Ryujin was wearing a very small outfit. You were the only two people there, so you decided to talk to each other.

"Hi, Nice to meet you, you told her. "What's your name?", you asked. "Ryujin, nice to meet you", she said, extending her hand for a handshake. From the start, you were looking at her hot body. "You seem a little anxious; what's going on?", you asked her. "You know, my group has a comeback in a few days, and I need to hit the marks on the gym; lots of performances are coming, and we already did lots of preparation", Ryujin replied. "I think you're doing a great job", you told Ryujin. "If you need some help, just call me", you said. "I'd love to have some help", she said.

You started coaching some exercise for her as a way of getting to know her better, as you held her armpits while she was lifting a weight, showing her the correct posture, and giving her some instructions as if you were her gym trainer. "Like that?", Ryujin asked, repeating some movements, receiving a negative response from you. "So, why don't you just show me the proper way?", she asked. "Sure, my pleasure", you continued. "Could you put me in the right position?", she asked. "Sure, you should bend your butt like this and put it in an upward position while getting yourself on all fours", you told Ryujin, already having in mind what it would look like if you stretched her out in that position. "That's going to keep your core stable", you said, caressing her back. "You should also put this elbow up and free your armpits", you continued.

"So, like this?", Ryujin asked. She knew you were into something, as she made a motion where her ass started bumping against your hips. "That's it", you answer affirmatively as she starts dry-humping you and giving you a huge boner in spite of the below-zero weather outside. "Hmmmm", she said, before getting surprised by a little spanking of her ass cheeks you gave her. "You're doing so well", you said. "Sure, that does feel good", Ryujin said. "Is there anything I can do to help you as well?", she continued. "You know what, I want to get some intense exercise; you could definitely give me some help", you said.

"Sure, I'm ready", Ryujin told you, her hands already searching for that bulge underneath your pants. She quickly got herself on her knees and started taking your shorts off. "Ooooh, I didn't think it could get this hard in such cold weather", she said. "But I can make it better", she continued as she started sucking your pole off, her perfect dick sucking lips fitting like a glove as she took it in her warm mouth, heating it up and making it grow inside her. You groaned at each move as she quickly deep-throated you. After she pulled out, you slapped your cock on her face for the first time. "Holy shit", you said, impressed with her skills.

It turns out throating was Ryujin's best specialty; she had sucked way bigger cocks before but tried to make sure you grew to the size she wanted. "I can't believe we are doing this", you said, shocked. "There is no one around us; we can do anything you want", she said, continuing to suck you out. Her hands were so firm, and her mouth was so good. She quickly went to give your balls some love, and after a while, you bent down to kiss her cock-sucking mouth. As your length grew thanks to her work, you finally got the courage to hit deep in her throat with a facefuck.

After a while, you drew Ryujin closer to you and stared, humping your cock against her milky thighs. "So sweaty, you should check it on a summer day", she said, flaunting her assets. You slapped her cock against her thighs and kissed her before letting Ryujin sit down and fucking her face again, then kneeling yourself to lick her sweaty armpits. "They are still dirty; lick them harder", she ordered as you obliged, sweeping them before taking your cock and sliding between them. "Yes, baby, hump that cock in those fucking pits", she said. "You're getting my pussy so wet", she continued as you kept humping. "Hot sweaty workout in the gym the cold winter, that's amazing", she kept going.

You gave Ryujin another facefuck, getting your cock ready to slide it between her armpits shortly after, giving her kisses as you rubbed it against her pits. However, your fun wasn't about to last for long, as you noticed a blonde woman running towards the gym you and Ryujin were inside. You had to quickly pull your cock back in your pants and pretend nothing had happened as the young woman approached. "Oh shit that was close", Ryujin said, getting herself back into a regular workout position.

Somi arrived at the gym already showing off her bare legs and nice cleavage. "Hi", you asked her. "I wasn't expecting you to come"; it's so early in the year and too cold outside", you continued. "Hey, Somi", Ryujin replied. However, she didn't say anything. It seemed like she wasn't in a good mood and just came to the gym to distract herself. Somi started doing some push-ups and squats as you too positioned themselves behind her. Ryujin, however, wanted to continue, grabbing some ropes and bending her butt over for another dry humping session. As Somi kept squatting, she then turned around and noticed you guys flirting close to her. You two made eye contact, but she ignored you as you moved your body against Ryujin's as if you were pounding her in a standing doggy position.

"I think it would be better if we kept a straighter position", Ryujin said, bending over further and taking her shorts off, keeping only her thong on. You noticed it was the same thong her groupmate Yeji wore at some performances, wondering if Ryujin had planned this all along to the point where she even stole her underwear. "Let me check your form, Ryujin", you said. "Yes, you need to check it right here", She grabbed your head and moved it against her ass, moaning as you pulled "her" thong to the side, and you started eating her pussy. In the background, Somi kept doing her individual workout, picking up some weights from the deck, and still ignoring your presence in the room. "That's perfect; it feels so good", Ryujin complimented your skills as you moved up and also took a bite of her ass.

After a while, the noise both of you were making was too much for Somi to ignore. She turned around and noticed Ryujin was only wearing her thong down low, showing her legs even more than Somi. "Oh yeah, just like that", Ryujin continued as you kept eating her pussy and her ass smothered your face. "I think we need to get this workout more intense, don't you think?", she then asked, looking at your bulge and removing your pants again. If Somi was so keen on just ignoring them, Ryujin decided she was just going to give no fucks about it. "Time to stretch out", she said to you as you started to slap her cheeks with your cock.

"Stretch me out, baby, oooohh", Ryujin demanded as she moaned when you inserted your cock in her pussy, closing her eyes and grabbing the equipment. The thought of being stretched out in front of someone else was very much a fantasy she had had for years. "Oh yeah, that stretch is good, just like that", she continued. Your thursts were very slow; you didn't want her to scream just to let out some soft moans. You then grabbed under her shirt and started massaging her tits, noticing she had no bra on (probably another thing she learned from her leader, didn't she?). "That's exactly how I wanted to work out", Ryujin praised you as you increased the pace.

Somi surely looked very immersed in whatever exercise she was doing because she continued to ignore you two's degenerate perversity despite it getting hotter and filthier. Ryujin now moaned as if she were in her own bed, but Somi remained unresponsive. Maybe she was aware of everything and just wanted to talk shit about Ryujin behind her back to her fellow idol friends. However, that was about to change. Somi finally turned around and looked straight into Ryujin's eyes while she was being stretched out. "What are you doing, bitch?", she rispidily asked. "We are just working out", Ryujin said promptly, as if she were being caught committing a crime. "YOU ARE IN THE FUCKING GYM, RYUJIN; HAVE SOME MANNERS; YOUR FUCKING TITS ARE OUT IN THE OPEN", Somi screamed at her, very upset.

"But it's so hot in here", Ryujin gave a poor excuse, which Somi sniffed as bullshit with ease. "Seriouly? It's below freezing out there". Even a stereotypical dumb blonde wouldn't get fooled by Ryujin's antics. You just watched them argue while putting your pants back on. "You're not serious about your career, Ryujin, doing this with a comeback looming", Somi scolded her. "Says the person who has one every two years", Ryujin replied. "Calm down, girls, let's not argue", you tried to intervene. "I was just training her", you continued. "Training? You're just a pervert who should get fired", Somi continued. "Oh, Somi, can you please calm down? Let him show you what he can do. I've felt better today than I have in weeks; this comeback really stressed me out", Ryujin said.

"Then show me what you have under those pants", an angry Somi demanded of you as you slowly unzipped. Despite their arguing, you still hadn't lost any of your erection. "We are really focused on stretching it out", you said, shaking your naked cock in front of Somi's intimidating presence. "Look at him", Ryujin said. "God, it's this big in that cold; I've gotta give him some props", Somi replied. "She is not as big as those bulls you took on those trips to Europe, but you should check it out to see if it fits your demanding standards", Ryujin said to Somi, who then clapped her hands and walked in your direction, letting your cock slap her belly button a bit before grabbing it.

"I'm calling bullshit; you're not a trainer", Somi says to your face. You try to argue in the opposite way, but she's having none of it. "Look at this big bulge, Somi; it's so nice and muscular", Ryujin laughs. "I guess she should try it", you reply. "I kinda like that; it's very nice and rigid", she says as she puts the tip of your cock in her mouth for some tasting. "Wow!", you exclaim as she sucks you off. It was your lucky day to get two great cocksuckers. "Let me clean your sweat off while you do that", Ryujin tells Somi, taking her shorts off and eating her pussy while she keeps sucking your cock.

"That's good", you praise Somi's cock sucking shills while Ryujin dives into her pussy, giving it some rapid tonguing. Somi moans with your cock in her mouth as both of you stimulate her holes. Just like with Ryujin, you give Somi's cock sucking mouth a kiss as she keeps handling your pole. Ryujin eats Somi out and gives her ass some spanking as Somi dives back into your cock. After a few moments, she stands up with her almost naked body in front of yours. Except for one part. Saving the best for last, Somi takes her shirt off and then pulls her black bra to the side while still keeping it on, showing you her massive tits. She isn't much shorter than you, which gives you both perfect eye contact as you kiss.

Somi is now sandwiched between you and Ryujin as both of you stimulate her as hard as you can. Ryujin kisses her neck while your tongue dives deep into hers. Down low, both of you finger Somi's perfect pink pussy. You then kiss Ryujin, who gives an idea: "We could both suck that big, hard pole together if you want to". You lie down on one of the equipments and let them do the work. Ryujin takes the tip, and Somi takes your balls in a classic POV blowjob. They then lick your cock from top to bottom before stopping at the tip and sharing it. "I think she likes it", Ryujin says. "Your eyes are beautiful when sucking that dick", you tell both of them.

Ryujin gives you a deepthroat that makes you hold yourself against the equipment. She quickly identifies it as your weakness and keeps moving, sucking your soul with her mouth. After a while, she gives Somi the opportunity to lead. Identifying it, you demand, "Give me those tits", humping your cock up and down Somi's milky melons before she even starts to wrap them up against that pole. Somi spits on your penis head and then presses her boobs hard against your shaft, tightening and clenching her tits like if it was her pussy already. The devilish smile Somi gives when performing a titfuck turns you on so hard. She knows that's her best asset and proudly uses them to milk men dry. Her titjob is very fast-paced and gives men no room to breathe. When she finally takes control, a sudden rush of blood flows to your cock to meet her demand for big, thorbbing meat sliding up and down her milk bags. "Yes, baby, I know you love those big tits wrapped around your cock like that," Somi whispers. "He's getting spoiled", Ryujin says as Somi moves towards deepthroating your shaft.

"Oh, it feels so good", you say. Ryujin nods in agreement as she watches Somi from above. "Your turn", Somi tells Ryujin, who wraps her left armpit around your cock. "Yes, fuck those juicy armpits", she demands as you thrust into them. "They are all sweaty and nasty," she continues, using your cock like a cleaner. "Now that's a workout!", she exclaims as Somi laughs beside her. Ryujin quickly dives back into your cock once she finishes it, sucking it without using her hands. This time, her deepthroat is so intense that your legs shake to the point where you're forced to pull out and not nut in her mouth right there.

"I think she's gonna please you for a while", Ryujin smiles at Somi as she kisses her. You get up and get a nice look at their bodies side by side, the shorter and toned Ryujin with a little bush between her legs contrasting with Somi's milky white big tits and snow-esque skin with her unshaved pink pussy. You move in Somi's direction, humping your cock against her ass and spanking her Wasian butt, which makes her moan. "Oh God", she says. Ryujin climbs on a pair of ropes to get closer to your height (not a problem for Somi) as you hold her waist. She then spreads her legs and lets her body get suspended in the air for you to have free access to her pussy. "Just like that", Somi incentivizes her as she watches you eat Ryujin out while she faces the ground.

You give Ryujin's ass a little spanking before she climbs out of the rope, letting Somi take her turn. "Look at this nasty sweaty ass", Ryujin says, talking about Somi's rear. "Look at that", you marvel at Somi's pink slit as she spreads her legs, diving at her folds while Ryujin rests on Somi's butt. The wasian slut moans a lot as she enjoys your workout of her clit. "OH GOD YES, OH, OH, OH", Somi screams as your tongue licks her pussy while Ryujin joins in and licks Somi's asshole. You tongue-kiss Ryujin as you two share a taste of Somi's holes. "Eat that pussy and suck on that clit", Ryujin keeps telling you, making Somi scream even further before you spank her ass and signal the workout is over. Somi gleefully smiles, ready for the next one.

"I want more", Somi says. "You want some of that dick, don't you?", Ryujin asks her. "YES!", Somi quickly replies. You slap her long legs as she climbs back up the rope. "Put it in there for her", you ask Ryujin, who guides your pole into Somi's entrance, sliding it inside. "Oh my God", Somi says, her body now twisted sideways as you insert your cock in her. "Spread that ass for me", you order Ryujin, who grabs Somi's cheeks and spreads them. Oh fuck yes", Somi moans while holding herself by the rope as you stretch her tall, thin body out. "I knew you would love this", Ryujin brags as she stimulates Somi's erogenous zones up top, licking her pits and kissing her neck and mouth. "Oh, you're so right", Somi answers back as they kiss each other.

"Now that's a good workout", Ryujin says as Somi screams with you pumping harder into her pussy. You kiss Ryujin as she laughs at the once-angry Somi, now looking completely overwhelmed by your cock. "She loves that", Ryujin plays with Somi, who can only answer "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes". Ryujin sucks on Somi's tits as you keep pounding her with her left leg up in the air. You spank Somi's ass as you push deeper, and Somi continues to scream. "Just the way she likes", Ryujin says. "You're gonna make her cum", she continues". "Stretch that hot body", Ryujin keeps going between more kisses. "OH FUCK!", Somi screams as lots of juices flow out of her pussy. You tap her ass and pull out of her so Ryujin can taste them out of your cock immediately, leaving just a few for Somi. "God, you taste so good in that fucking cock", Ryujin tells her.

"Now is my turn", Ryujin says as she finishes kissing Somi. She takes her sneakers off while you kiss Somi yourself, climbing on the rope for some acrobatic missionary pounding. "Ohhhh yessss", she says as you line up to insert your cock in her wild pussy, her back resting on Somi's boobs. "Oh yeah, stretch that fucking pussy. Give that pussy a workout", Ryujin says in between laughs while Somi licks her nipples. You slap your cock on Ryujin's entrance before going back in and pushing harder. "I wanna cum, I wanna cum all over that cock", she says. "Spank my pussy, make me cum", she asks Somi, who stares, fingering Ryujin's clit. "FUCK ME, OHHHH. OHHH, MY GOD YES", Ryujin screams. It doesn't take long until she is the one coating your cock with juices, as they now reverse roles and Somi licks them from your pole.

"I have a naughty idea", Ryujin says as she recovers from her orgasm and kisses Somi. You have a few moments alone with the big tit wasian, grabbing her nipples and caressing her hair as you kiss her. "Don't you wanna fuck her and her perfect body more?", Ryujin asks you as you spank Somi's ass once more. She then sits on a ballance ball as Ryujin ties her ankles in the air and spreads her pussy for another pounding. You take Somi in a piledriver position as Ryujin stimulates her friend's big tits with lots of nipple sucking. Somi screams as you fuck her hard and deep from the start, your cock bulging under her fit body. "OH MY GOD! IT'S SO  GOOD! she yells as Ryujin kisses her tits once more and then fingers her wet cunt as your cock stretches Somi out. "Oh fuck, I love it", Somi says before begging for God once more. "That's a good stretch", Ryujin says. "Oh God, make my pussy cum", Somi begs as Ryujin fingers her once more, and you hit her deep, making her reach orgasm once more.

"Let me taste that dick", Ryujin says as Somi's legs are still shaking, enjoying her nectar once again. You too overstimulate Somi, as the pounding of your cock is perfectly syncronized with Ryujin's magical fingers, only stopping to fuck Ryujin's face every time Somi releases her wet juices. "Damn, it's so fucking wet", Ryujin talks about Somi's dripping cun. "Ah, ah, ah, ah", are now the only words Somi can utter. Ryujin pinching her nipples and you hitting her cervix make Somi's legs close as Ryujin once again tastes her juices. "I want some of that dick", Ryujin smirked at you with Somi still on top of that ball. "You were always right, Ryujin; I shouldn't have been angry at you", Somi apologizes as you stick your cock back inside her, mating her against the floor for one final time and finishing the exercise with a spank to Ryujin's butt.

You help Somi get back on her feet as Ryujin waits for her turn. You spank her slutty ass and lie on the floor, lining your cock against her pussy while Somi sits hers in your face. Smacking your balls into her entrance, you pound Ryujin from down low while Somi fingers her pussy as you also eat her out. You pump Ryujin fast, making her juices flow out very quickly. Somi climbs out of you and tastes it as soon as Ryujin pulls out for the first time, while you finger Ryujin's pussy as she's suspended in the air. "How does that pussy taste?", she asks Somi. "Nasty", Somi replies as she spits on your cock and gets you ready for a second round, to which you pound Ryujin at an even faster pace. "Don't fucking stop. Harder! Nice and deep. Just like that", Ryujin tells you as Somi fingers her cunt. Not only don't you stop, but you increase the pace, hitting Ryujin as hard as you can and stretching her pussy all the way up to her cervix. Ryujin continues to moan under Somi's watchful eye until a spasm hits her.

"OHHHHH SHIT!" Ryujin prepares herself to cum again, taking control as she starts to bounce frenetically on your cock until she cums. Somi didn't even wait for her to recover; she was sitting on your cock as soon as Ryujin pulled out of it, giving it a hot cowgirl bounce with her legs spread at a 120-degree angle. It surely surprised you that Somi was capable of such a cock-breaking bounce, going so fast to the point that your cock slipped out of her pussy. Ryujin soon joined the fun, licking Somi's butthole as she kept riding your cock faster and faster, with extra help from Ryujin as she kept pushing Somi's ass down. "Work it, work that fucking ass, squat on that big dick", Ryujin demanded of Somi, who obliged. After a few more bounces, Somi pulled out and tasted herself, sucking your cock with her body still arched while Ryujin licked her legs. The Itzy girl then throated your boner once more.

Ryujin climbed back on the rope, making out with Somi as you prepared your next move. With her bodies still bumping against each other, you inserted your cock back into Ryujin's pussy from behind. "Oh yes!", she exclaimed and started moaning close to Somi's face, kissing her while you clapped Ryujin's cheeks hard. "Oh yes, use that fucking pussy", Ryujin demanded as you picked up the pace, Somi grabbing her by the waist. You got really rough with her, pounding Ryujin relentlessly for a few minutes, to the point where it made Somi jealous. After you finished, Somi asked you to put her on the abdominal bench, as you too ganged up on her with Ryujin eating her pussy while you fucked her face and then her tits. "Wow, you made a mess of this pussy; I need to clean it up", Ryujin said as she kept diving into Somi's vagina.

"Hmmm, Somi, you're making me so jealous by taking all that dick for yourself", Ryujin said as she pulled out your cock from Somi's mouth to taste it too. "Ohhhhh, fuck!" you exclaimed. No matter how many times she had done it, Ryujin's soul-sucking blowjobs always surprised you. Ryujin then licked Somi's sweat from her neck, which gave you room to go back into Somi's throat. That upset Ryujin, who "punished" you with another masterful deepthroat. "Ahhhh, that's impressive; your mouth is so fucking warm", you told Ryujin after she finished.

Ryujin turned the heating on the gym up, turning it into a greenhouse in the middle of the cold Seoul winter. "It's about to get hot in here", she said as you were about to put Somi on all fours and fuck her pink pussy in doggy. Rtujin picked some water that had not frozen and poured it on Somi's back and butt, making her shiver, before serving you some. "Come on, baby, you need some to fuck that pussy the best you can", Ryujin laughed while finishing herself to drink it, while Somi twerked her ass against your hips. Ryujin then spit the water on Somi's butt just as you picked up the pace and started pounding her harder. "Smack that slut", Ryujin ordered you as she spanked Somi's ass. "She wants it", she continued as you went rough against the Wasian whore while Ryujin showered Somi with another bottle of water.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes" it was all Somi could say as Ryujin kept playing with her. "Turn this slut's ass red", Ryujin kept demanding as you pounded Somi hard. "Use that pussy like a fucking animal. Make her cream all over that fucking cock", she continued. "Are you gonna fucking destroy this pussy?", Ryujin kept going, not satisfied until you absorbed her anger and took it out on Somi's tight fuckhole. "AH. AH. AH. AH. AH", Somi rapidly screamed as you intensely boned her.

"Oh, you're all wet", Ryujin said to Somi just as you finished this routine. "How did you get so wet?", she laughed as you fingered Somi's pussy and spanked her ass. She lied herself on the table, ready to get pounded, as Somi got on top of her. You teased her pussy, grinding on her a few times before going in. "That pussy is ready to swallow that dick all the way deep", Ryujin claimed just as you started pounding her. "Oh shit!", she screamed and groaned as you pumped her. "Give me that good fucking stretch", she continued as you groped Somi's tits. "Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck", Ryujin kept moaning. Somi fingered herself as she watched you two fuck, coating her juices on Ryujin's belly. As Ryujin kept pushing, the harder you fucked her, the more you spanked Somi's ass in front of you. Craving for Somi's pussy, you pulled out of Ryujin and got back to destroying the Wasian cumdump, making her tits bounce as Ryujin grabbed them down low.

Ryujin licked Somi's bouncy boobs like a maniac as you kept destroying Somi's pussy. "Oh, you're dripping all over me", Ryujin said as Somi squirted all over her body. She was so needy, you switched back to her fuckhole, with Somi helping by fingering her pussy. "You like it? You like that pussy? Then stretch it out just like that. I want your cum so fucking bad", Ryujin kept talking as she sensed you were close. "I'm going to need that protein shake after such a workout", she said. "Let's go, baby; give it to us. Ohhhh, you like those nice, tight, sweet pussies?" she kept going. "I could go all day, fuck my hot, sexy body", she kept saying, sending you over the moon. "Harder, give it to me; use me until you fucking cum", she continued.

"There you go, there you go; fuck me hard and deep just like that", Ryujin said as you picked up the pace, her body bouncing on the table waiting for your protein shake. You manhandled her until her legs started to shake. As she came for one final time, you and Somi kissed her, but you held yourself for the final climax. You pulled out of Ryujin and let Somi drain your balls instead, as she sucked and jerked your cock one last time until you nutted all over her beautiful face. "Let me taste that cum; I'm gonna lick you", Ryujin said, as she scooped the semen out of Somi's face into her mouth, then swapped the cum with Somi. "Wasn't it such a workout? Now you believe in this equipment. Could he be our trainer for the next time?", Ryujin asked. "Every time", Somi replied. "I think you're gonna be our trainer for a long time", Ryujin said, as they licked your instrument one final time before heading back to their dorms.

[johannestevans]

i've been listening to a lot more fat liberationist stuff recently and like...

so obvs i already had some backing in a lot of the basic theory, stuff like institutional anti-fatness in medicine, fashion, travel, etc, but like

so as a really thin guy who's always found it impossible to gain weight, its been unbelievably emotionally and mentally liberating to hear people talking really casually about the disability that's associated with thinness

so like being really thin, you lack additional joint and bone support - if you fall, you have less padding and less STRUCTURE to protect your bones from breaks and fractures, right?

obvs theres plenty of fat people that do have issues with bones and joints, im not saying thsres not, its just that normally i feel like im the lone person saying "being this thin is bad for me and is part of various health problems i also have"

and idk its just like. my whole life i was such a sickly child lmao

like i couldnt stand for long periods except "long period" would often be like. any period. i didnt understand how my peers were just standing for so long and just weathering that, bc to me it wasnt possible at all - i breathed badly, my joints were fucked etc

and looking back and realising as i get more disabled like the extent to which i was similarly disabled in my youth, and how i lacked the language to verbalise or sometimes even recognise my own pain and struggle

but also like

the treatment of me as so evil and lazy because i wasn't exercising, or because like. a PE teacher would pick me out as an example because i was so thin, and then be furious that i wasn't remotely physically fit, and that i was disabled

i remember multiple times esp from cis female teachers just. frothing rage at my diet and the things i ate, or when i wrinkled my nose at talk about diets, bc i was so thin so i had to be doing The Right Things, and if i was that thin and doing bad things i had to be punished

and its bc a lot of these ppl thought of fatness and being fat as a punishment, a target for abuse that people deserved, and bc i was a young disabled trans guy like. i deserved punishment for my laziness and nonconformity, and it became a lot about my weight

like expressing that i wanted to gain weight, that i was cold all the time, that i had no energy etc, that eating was hard but that i enjoyed food, all of that was met with such fuckin aggression and really sharp policing, esp from PE teachers and esp from women

and obvs all that is to do with the way that diet culture particularly targets women and those perceived as women, and the desire to engage in lateral violence to police others into complying with gender roles etc as they were upholding them

but idk like. fat liberationist politics is imo inherently tied up with disability liberation, because of the way that "health" is weaponised as a symbol of being good or deserving, and how fatness and disability are both used as targets and symbols of evil and punishment

MOST OF ALL for fat & disabled people

but for nondisabled fat people disability is often threatened as punishment - if you don't become less fat, you'll (deserve to) become disabled

and for disabled thin people, if you don't act less disabled, you'll (deserve to) become fat

and its not a punishment to be fat or disabled or sick. its just how some people are. its not BAD to be this way - and what makes things hard for us is not something inherent to the badness of our bodies, but instead the lack of kindness and accommodation anybody is willing to extend to them

[stararch4ngelqueen]

A Spoonful of Honey

Jason Todd/pregnant fem!reader (cause why not, I started reading the adventures comic so silly Jason is just on my mind as much as big beefy himbo acting like a baby over taking medicine. Chat I’ve been through it these past months, so this isn’t proofread)

Time Written - 11:05 p.m

The morning was cold, dreadfully cold, with a humid fog blanketing the dreary skies, blurring the atmosphere in a quiet haze. The temperature reached forty degrees at the highest around the late evening, giving those who had no business being outside a perfect excuse to remain indoors.

You basked in this opportunity to bring out your gold handle, cream colored dutch oven. Soft cardigan sleeves pushed up to your elbows to cut vegetables for a hearty dinner.

Slow, rugged feet trudged into the kitchen in the midst of you sautéing a rainbow assortment of veggies in butter and oil, dressed in his ‘plain ol’ civilian clothing’, a muted gray hoodie pulled over his head.

A sort throat was how it started; signifying the side effects to his nightly routine. Vigorous exercise could only help so much to fight off the chill, but with temperatures dropping incredibly low, sweat could nearly freeze on skin shortly after it’s been secreted.

The cold nearly nipped a permanent flush to his chiseled cheeks, kissing a sprinkle of color on his nose. He looked as exhausted as he did the previous night, when he first arrived home with a short cough and occasional clear of his throat.

Jason was sick, in the beginning stages of a cold. He’s not even bothering to hide it, yet continued to insist it wasn’t as bad as he led it on to become.

“You’re makin’ soup?” he asked. A comforting, light pressure of broad muscle against your back. Warm hands roaming from their soft placement along your hip dips roam forward, rustling along the fabric of your plush sweater, palms finally settling snug over your stomach.

“Mhm.” You nod, settling one of your hands over his interlaced fingers. “Chicken. With potato, and a ton of vegetables you like.”

“Mmm,” he hums, lightly sniffing the delectable curls of seasoned steam from your spice additions. “Smells incredible, ma.”

“Thank you. Good for the cold,” you comment, feeling satisfied at your seasoned sauté of protein and vegetables. You glance over your shoulder, smiling a little at his calm, droopy expression. “And colds.”

“Wow. Funny.” He murmurs per your amusement, taking over in reaching for the box of broth you set aside.

“You looked a little under the weather. Just wanted to help you feel a little better.” You reply after nodding in thanks for his aid, snapping open the seal to the box.

“You’re always taking care of me.” He exhales, his head tilting to kiss you on the cheek. He sounds grateful for the consideration, but he’s not very surprised by it.

You always had a tendency to spoil him. It’s just been your nature since the minute he first knew you.

“How’s the little one doing?” he asks, thumbs brushing light ovals over the soft mound of your protruding bump. Barely the size of an overripe grapefruit, or an underripe honeydew.

“Fine. No complaints,” you continue while pouring in the chicken broth. “Though, I’m sure the baby’s convinced that papa is doing a terrible job not resting up.”

Of course, he says nothing of it to confirm or deny. As if there was anything to deny, you could hear it in his slightly nasally tone. His fingers continue their gently ministrations, his eyes seemingly fixated on your actions, or unfocused as his mind trails off to space.

“Jay.”

“Hm?” His head slightly perks, leaving you to instantly assume the latter.

“It’s only been four months. You won’t feel much at four months.”

Maybe it’s faint arrogance to the doctor’s words. Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but he thinks that he can feel their baby shifting and wriggling around inside. He never thought of it before until it occurred to him one day, entering his mind at first as a silly thought before turning into a strong fixation.

“What, are you expecting it to come out and give you a high five?”

“Shut up.” He grunts, earning you a smirk.

“Couch,” you instruct, your gentle squeeze of your hand on his forearm combatting your firm tone. “Dinner’s almost done. Go relax.”

“Alright.” He’s quick to agree, yet his actions say otherwise. For a man who’s known by others to sulk, in your doting presence he reverts to a state a comfortable serenity, regardless of this mild illness weighing heavy on his tired bones. Regardless of your ever so heartwarming instruction, he retaliates with gentle backlash, consisting of third grade retorts and heavy groans. All in good fun, merely poking at your funny bones to catch a glimpse of a smile.

He moves his hand in little circles against your belly, waiting for his baby to respond. While he doesn’t feel any kicks just yet, he’s excited just thinking about all the times they have to come.

As much as you loved every ounce of physical touch, the slightest pet peeve of him not doing as you requested for his own good irked your mind. “Jason. You gotta move.”

“Can’t,” he mutters, “I’m fine right where I am.”

“You can play with the baby after you eat, Jason,” you insist. “You gotta eat, take some medicine, and rest. You can’t take medicine until you’ve eaten first.”

“I bet you the baby’s hungry, too.” Such sweet words from his mouth nearly had you melting on the spot. Already a doting father in waiting, how could you not feel your heart flutter?

“Jason,” you insist once more, your spoon resting on the rim of the cooking pot.

“Don’t wanna,” he replies, sounding both annoyed and amused by such insistence. His warm body never separated from yours for a mere five to seven minutes after that, your palm reaching up and back to catch his cheek, meeting the warm skin of his flushed face.

“You ever notice that you get grouchy during a cold—“

“I’m not grouchy right now though—”

“—the baby wouldn’t want their papa to be grouchy.”

“And you’re being a little mean.”

“Me? Mean?” You sounds surprised, though you’re smiling wide the entire conversation.

“Yes, you.”

“I could never.”

He doesn’t look at you though, his voice sounding playful once more. “You’re being super mean, trying to make me eat and take medicine and everything. The audacity, ma.”

You scoff as you closes the pot, turning your full bodied attention to Jason.

You smile, adoring your sick beloved, the father of your unborn baby gazing down at you with exhausted, lovestruck teal eyes. He always looked so cute, especially sick with a cold. Especially with the mentality of thinking he can do what he wants at this moment, thinking he’s said all the right words to coerce you.

“Good. That’s called love, now gooo.”

He sighs, and he’s really not looking forward to it. The idea of eating just doesn’t sound appealing right now anymore, nor does taking the medicine. Either way, the coziness of his woman wrapped in pearl colored cashmere with a cozy smile finally allured him towards the promising comfort of the living room couch, a temporary respite.

Inevitably, He left you to finish, granting the kitchen vocal silence for the next twenty minutes, apart from the soft drum of heavenly soup coming to a boil. Only when you come to find him did you see him flopped on the couch, an arm draped over his eyes to block all means of light.

You beckon him with a bowl of warm soup settling on the coffee table, alongside the eventual promise of lemon balm tea with a spoonful of crystallized honey.

“I don’t even feel that sick,” he grunts as he sits up, his voice starting to get a little hoarse from him talking (and complaining). Let the big guy say what he wants, you knew him better than even he admitted to allow.

“Then you’ll have no problem drinking my horrible concoction,” your gentle sarcasm would never be heard as unfavorable in his ears.

Jason takes a sip of his soup, slightly wincing from the heat on his sore throat, but he doesn’t seem as pleased with it as he’d originally thought. It tastes good, everything you’ve ever concocted for meals brought comfort, but as of now. he’s not really as hungry as he anticipated.

“What is this? Chicken, right?” He’s just making small talk now, wanting the conversation to last. “It’s really good, really, ma. Just not as hungry as I thought.”

You nod, not really happy about the outcome. But again, he’s sick. You can’t blame him.

“Take a few more sips, at least. Just so the medicine dosent make your stomach hurt.”

Jason looks away when you mentions the medicine, but he nods all the same. He eats what he can from his bowl, his shoulders slumping as exhaustion decides to increase weight down on his bones, forcing him into an even drowsier state.

All he does is partially lean against you after setting his bowl back on the table, keeping his eyes closed to ease the faint throbbing pressure building at the top of his head.

“I don’t even like cold medicine… I can’t sleep when I’m drowsy.” He mutters to himself, seeming to babble to no one but himself on not being so ill.

Your hand reach up to settle along his back, easing the tension with your fingers massaging his neck, confusion conflicting your mind at first.

“What you just said made no sense,” you giggle a bit, watching him lazily shake his head with a mild scoff.

He presses his head against the curve of your shoulder, his voice growing soft like a cat’s rumble. One of his arms settles lazily around your back. his body feeling practically limp.

By now, his response came in a series of short, muffled hums. He’s not complaining, really, but he is being extremely clingy. He just wants to be wrapped up in your arms, succumbing to an incredibly long sleep in your embrace, as if he can’t support his own weight. (He really can, but chooses not to.)

“On the bright side, the medicine says it tastes like honey.” You gently suggest, putting optimism where it may have lacked.

“Can’t you take it for me?” He lightly whines, his voice rumbling with a drowsy rasp. At this point, it’s not even because of the cold. Jason’s just too exhausted to think straight.

“I don’t know if pregnant women can take this kind of cold medicine,” you whisper to him, holding his shoulder after combing through his hair.

“Pretty please?” He whispers, his body feeling a little warmer from your presence. As comforting as it may have been to him now, a few minutes longer would’ve resorted in an uncomfortable ache in his neck from this poor posture.

“C’mon baby, just one little cup of medicine and you can sleep as much as you want. I’ll even yell at Bruce or Dick if they even try to call.”

Jason gives a light chuckle, his nose brushing along your jaw before planting a minor kiss along your neck.

“Fine, guess I’ll stop giving mama a hard time about it. It’ll be your job in about five months.” He speaks in second tense towards the bump in between you, followed by an eye roll on your end.

Watching you measure out the golden, syrupy mixture of potentially foul tasting medicine left him in a weak bind. He’d graciously drink horrid syrups consisting of fear toxin and joker venom if it meant you’d spoon-feed him an antidote. Such blind devotion was rare to come by throughout his life, comfort was your name in a foreign language.

He’s blessed with your smile once he had gotten the medicine down, rewarded with a kiss on the tip of his nose and a cup of promised tea, ambrosia to combat the foul taste. Goddamn medicine bottles with their stupid, deceiving lies.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so needy.” His slurred mumbling surprised you the most as you adjusted the blankets between the two of you.

A light tongue click leaves you, shaking your head in denial from such an unnecessary apology. “Don’t be, you silly man.”

Whether from some conflicting guilt, or illness inducing dysphoria on his mind, or shame, you gently deny and accept his apology with another kiss.

The effect of the medication is quickly kicks into place after ten minutes in bed, starting to drift off into a deep and dreamless sleep.

Nothing but calm silence steals his consciousness for a few hours, warm bodies sheltered by the chilly winds batting against fogged glass throughout the long hours of the night. Despite the occasional faint echoes of neighbors next door and above, serene silence envelopes the minds of exhausted bodies.

You were snuggled up beside him with one of many pillows invading the space. Your cardigan sprawled neglected on the floor, cast aside due to the overwhelming seer of body heat.

He sighs softly, still tired, but his eyes glance over to the time on the nightstand clock.

He’s been asleep for hours, the time being … A little after eleven.

“Damn.” He whispers, drawing your closer to his body in a close hold. You feel so good like this, so safe. Spending all this time with him, doting on him, caring for him would mean the fifty percent chance you’d be afflicted next once he got better. Jason didn’t mind one bit, as much as he knew he should’ve been the one spending all his free time being attentive to your needs.

Either of you would look back on this and laugh of it, considering it practice for the baby.

For now, in the short time period of limbo between doctors appointments, checklists on supplies, criminal justice, and other impending challenges of becoming parents, everything was quiet. Calm, perfect even.

“Shh, the baby’s sleeping,” you softly retaliate, your hand cradling over his on the bump. You nudge just a little closer to the warmth radiating off him, seeking comfort with the furnace you call your beloved.

“What time is it?”

“Sleeping time,” he retorts, still sounding a little drowsy, his words coming out slow and somewhat slurred. His nose felt more stuffy than before, his head aching with a pressure that grew the longer he remained awake.

Once more, calloused fingers rustle against the fabric of his shirt on your body, potentially to be stretched during the later months to come. Here’s to hoping, he’s been secretly dying to see it.

“I love you both,” he whispers along your forehead, speaking from his heart in the sanctuary of your shared vulnerability.

You smile, tilting your head up to plant a soft, exhausted kiss on his chin. “We love you too,” you whisper, fighting back sleep to express an intimate act of love.

He closes his eyes, ready to sleep again. He’s not tired yet, stuck between the purgatory of both conscious states, but he’s not going to be able to stay awake much longer. At this point, he’s already half in the land of dreams. He’s comfortable—and happy to be with you, and with his baby.

“Never wanna let go of you two,” he mumbles, faintly catching the fragrance of your shampooed hair, the faint spice of ambery musk clinging to your skin.

You can’t help but quietly coo, burying most of your face against the crook of Jason’s neck.

“Then, don’t.”

[undiscovered-horizon]

Rainy Season - Morpheus x Reader

[Spoilers for Brief Lives I guess?]

[MASTERLIST] | [Sandman-inspired playlist]

SUMMARY: Fed up with Dream's stubborn and at times childish attitude, you leave Dreaming. But when Morpheus's sorrow makes itself known, Matthew has to fetch you before the kingdom completely floods.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.7k

It’s a tumultuous morning in the Dreaming. Even if none of the dreams and nightmares are privy to the ongoing feud, they know something is wrong. It’s as though the air in the kingdom, the marrow of their bones, turned bitter last night. Their skin is crawling but the sun is shining as it did yesterday. They birds chirp the same song they had throughout centuries. And yet, against their better judgment, something is terribly out of place.

To be honest, you don’t even remember how all of this started but the damage is already done.

A frustrated scream ripples through your chest, "The world doesn't revolve around you!" You're fuming. There's only so much patience one person can hold and recently, Morpheus had proven himself exceptional at trying to reach its limit until he, unfortunately, succeeded today. "For someone who's supposed to know every thought ever entertained, you sure can not look past the tip of your own nose."

His eyes, cold and hurt, stare at you in utter confusion. Dark eyebrows furrow. "I do not know what you're expecting of me,” he states in an angry voice. It appears that he really does not understand the reason for your outrage. "I am not human, I am unable to look at the world as you do."

Of course he says that, you think to yourself. It seems to be his favorite line of defense. Dream of the Endless is a strange, eldritch creature. He doesn’t comprehend the world like a mortal does and, or some reason, he treats this fact of nature as an excuse not to try. At first, you thought it charming - to see the universe through the eyes of a creature you can barely begin to understand. Who wouldn’t? The strange wonder of the man in front of you made you seek his company again and again. Truthfully, there’s something poetic about it: the reason you’ve come back to him so many times might be the very reason you bid him farewell. For good.

"Good news, then: you don't need a cardiovascular system to exercise empathy.” Your sarcastic tone has an effect on Morpheus. He frowns, hurt by your words, only to grow angry that he’s so affected. Dream’s pride makes him want to not be influenced by your bitterness. Alas, he cares more than he’s willing to admit. "Not everything is about you, Morpheus, and until you realize that, I don't think we've got more to talk about. Goodbye."

Even after you shut the door behind you, the word echoes through the castle. The stone walls seem to whisper it back to Morpheus, rubbing the salt in his wound. How strange it is - to be haunted by somebody still alive. To be the king of dreams and feel hopeless. It would be funny if it didn’t make him want to be unmade.

A thunder rolls. A blue lightning splits the sky in two. Despite the lovely weather in the morning, it starts to rain in the Dreaming.

The storm doesn’t stop after a few hours nor does it cease after a few days. Black clouds cover the sky as they did four days ago. The only change is in the water level: the kingdom is flooded. When everyone thought the rain is bound to stop soon, no one minded much the rising tide. However, when the situation only worsened with no evidence that it’s going to improve in the near future, worried voices started to reach Lucienne. If the storm doesn’t cease in the next day or two, some parts of the Dreaming will share the fate of Atlantis.

If Morpheus knew he was being observed, he didn’t show it. Perhaps he doesn’t feel up for another confrontation. In any event, he remains still, standing against the balcony reiling, as his friends begin plotting:

"How is he?" Matthew whispers to Lucienne. "Has he moved from there at all? Ate something? Said anything?"

"That's three 'no's, I'm afraid,” she answers slowly. The librarian lets out a heavy sigh. "He's just dramatically standing there, wallowing in pity."

Dream really is 'just standing there’. Drenched. His hair and clothes are stuck to his pasty skin. It can’t be comfortable but it would appear that matters other than cosiness are on his mind at the moment. For the past few days, ever since you left, he hasn’t moved even a quarter of an inch. Truthfully, he looks about as alive as a marble statue, if monuments could appear excruciatingly miserable.

"Should we do something?" The raven continues. What he really wants to ask is 'What should we do?’ but Lucienne seems to catch the undertone of his words nonetheless.

"You could ask her to come back but no guarantee she'll want to,” she thinks out loud. "They've fought before but this time she looked really defeated."

Morpheus, although doesn’t need to breathe, sighs loudly. As he exhales, another lightning tears the sky apart.

"Alright, I'll try to convince her to talk to him again,” Matthew states. His worried voice makes him sound determined to have the two of you reconcile. "Hopefully, we'll be back before you need a canoe."

Lucienne doesn’t respond. As much as she doesn’t want to admit to her pessimism, she knows better than to have much hope in the matter of Dream’s love life.

Repetitive tapping on the window diverts your attention from the dishes you were washing. Seeing the black bird sitting on the outside windowsill, you quickly wipe your hands against the dishrag and jog to open the window.

"Matthew?" you ask in surprise.

He wastes no time pleading his case in a plaintive tone. "You gotta go back to him. Everything's gone to shit."

You furrow your eyebrows. Leaning against the wall, you cross your arms on your chest. "What do you mean?"

The raven hops closer to you. "It's been pouring nonstop since you left. He's just standing there, soaking wet and he won't talk to anyone."

It might sound sadistic but it’s a nice thought that he’s grieving your departure so severely. For what it’s worth, it means he’s not as blase as he likes to appear. Perhaps, Morpheus cares about you more than you’re even aware of.

"How bad is it?" you ask warily.

"How bad?!" Matthew screeches. "The House of Mysteries is so flooded, Abel is fishing."

It sounds like 'bad' is nothing more than an elegant euphemism. In his heartache, Morpheus is willing to let Dreaming decay and fall into partial ruin. If your accusation had been correct and Dream of the Endless truly is unable to care about anyone but himself, such a disaster would never have happened. A selfish ruler wouldn’t let his realm turn to rubble because of a broken heart. And if you’re more important than what he calls home, then…

"I'm assuming that's not a usual feature,” you give the raven a half-hearted response. The thoughts inside your head are in a painful turmoil, trying to lift the truth out of the indications.

"Yeah," he answers sarcastically.

Matthew glares at you in anticipation. Perplexed, you rub your arm without thinking much about it. Right, it's the mature and responsible thing to do but at the same time, why do you have to be the one to cave in every time you two fall out? If Morpheus cares for you as much as his dramatic show of pain and grief would suggest, shouldn’t it be him travelling across world and realms to reach you?

The raven cocks his head. Something about the look in his eyes changes as though his frustration has faded away or grown into desperation if not powerlessness. He’s tired and out of options.

"Alright, let's go," you say with a sigh. "But no promises. I still have pride and self-respect and he's still a stubborn..." you take a deep breath, "nevermind. Let's just go."

Miserable.

That's the only word that comes to your mind as you stare at him from afar. One would think that an entity of his sort can not be or look miserable but maybe this world is even stranger than you've thought. His clothes are drenched to the point of being see-through. Dark, once-tussled hair is now stuck to his face and neck. Dream's body looks even more stringy as his head is hanging low between his shoulders.

The rain is almost deafening. Your cautious, hesitant footsteps shouldn't be audible and yet Morpheus turns around to look at you when you come closer.

"I didn't think you'd come back," he says in a low, groggy voice. Dream's eyes, once blue and cold, are now red and unsettlingly vacant. Has he been crying? "What do you want?"

You take a deep breath. It was vain to expect him to welcome you with open arms. An eldritch being with a bruised ego and a broken heart could never make for a hospitable host. Even to those whom he misses the most.

"I still stand by what I said, it's just..." you hang your voice for a moment to find the proper words. Seeing him so broken by your fight makes some part of you want to renounce everything that lead to your argument. Anything just for him to be alright again. But the more reasonable side of you knows that such an action would only hurt both of you in the long run. "I admit, I could have said it in a more civilized way. I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that harshness."

His gaze falls and Morpheus looks away for a moment.

Whether he's doing it consciously or not, the rainstorm ceases. Black clouds slowly drift away to uncover a clear, blue sky. Somewhere in the West, if there are cardinal directions in Dreaming, the sun is beginning to set. Despite the significant improvement, the air remains cold. A harsh wind nips at your drenched form. In a vain attempt to shield yourself from the discomfort of the weather, you put your arms around your torso. Still, your body trembles.

"Perhaps I should have put more effort into understanding your concern. I'm..." he turns silent for a second. His lips are apart but no sound is coming out of his mouth. Dream's hurt gaze meets yours. "Sorry," he whispers finally. Despite his voice being hardly audible, the weight of his confession is almost deafening.

"There's one more thing, Morpheus."

Those sad blue eyes stare at you in anticipation. The misery on his face makes you think that he's expecting to have his heart broken again, instead of mended.

A couple of grey clouds reappear above your heads. Oh no.

"I'm tired of always being the one to reach out," you confess. His gaze is too intense and you quickly look away from him. There's much on his mind. "No matter who's right or wrong, it's me who bridges the gap between us. Even if that angers me, I still do it. Every time. And I don't know what that says about me."

Your body trembles again but this time it doesn't go unnoticed by Morpheus. He, quite literally, pulls a coat out of thin air. Dream's movements are almost fearful as he cautiously places the garment around your shoulders.

"Perhaps in certain aspects, you are better than me," he answers quietly while fixing the coat to fit you better.

You know you're pushing your luck when you look at him again and ask a not-so-innocent question:

"You mean a 'better person'?"

"I'm not-" He bites his tongue just in time. Morpheus is not a person. Both of you are perfectly aware of it. But it was the mention of this very fact that had brought such disastrous rain to Dreaming. "Yes. A better person."

There's not much conviction in his words but there is, however, a silent promise to find it.

______

Now that I’m in mourning, I thought it fitting to finish reading "Brief Lives" and the bittersweetness of it felt all the more pronounced. Reading it prompted me to rewatch the show and long story short I’m kind of back in my Sandman feels.

[jpnriikicore]

Paul Aron as your best friend core

paring paul aron x reader, word count 994, genre fluff, warning roughy translated estonian, authors note sorry, for not releasing this faster i was writing other works for charles and lando <3 ( masterlist )

beach days.

you spend a lot of time on the beach in your free hours lounging around. go off swimming in the ocean. the sun is like a warm blanket wrapped around your body that came fresh out of the dryer. filming him on a cam-recorder when he backflips from a cliff. he somehow tricks you onto the cliff with him occasionally.

late night on the beaches or watching the sunset is the best part. your sides bumping into one another as you walk barefoot along the shoreline feeling the warm sand between your toes and chill seawater slash up onto your ankles. he swings your sandals back and forth from the straps of your sandals since he offered to carry them for you knowing that you hated carrying them yourself. admiring the sunset ahead of you or the moon above you.

boat days.

the sun shone on them basking in it's warmth. a good way to celebrate a podium win for paul. you hit the sea together for a weekend to be still and peaceful in just nothingness. away from his fast life to just have a moment of tranquility together. it’s makes moments like this more special. your legs spread laying onto top of his as your back leans against the comfortable plush white cushions of the boat. his hands soothing rubbing up and down your legs. his pink swimming trunks clad against his thighs after taking a dip into the water. his initials on a chain around your neck.

supporting him during races. through thick and thin and high and lows.

you're always spotted in a secluded corner on the floor of the prema truck. you’re seated together his jacket draped over to you keeping the chill off of you. if qualifying doesn’t go well that day you would sit in comfortable silence whilst reassuring his negative thoughts and feelings through physical touch. your head resting against his shoulder, your slight grazes over his hand, the feeling of you fiddling with his fingers, or the traces on the lines of his palms. just a reminder that everything will be okay. a feathery kiss on the top of his head with a whisper of praise makes him believe that he can do better tomorrow and make all his nerves disappear into thin air.

quality time ( exercise ver. )

you wake up tangled limbs in the sheets of your shared king-sized hotel room bed. the waves crashing on shore was heard from the cracked open balcony doors. seagulls flying around in the early morning blue sky. you vaguely remember him mentioning earlier that morning that he was going for a run before pressing a gentle kiss on your temple before leaving.

some mornings or evenings you would attend runs with him and karl. even staying with him when he works out in the gym maybe getting a mile or two in on the treadmill. he enjoys quality time with you. so, even if you're just sitting crisscrossed on a yoga mat watching him he enjoys it.

he’d convince you that he needs a spotter. even if the weights are a bit too heavy for you and you could help him only very little if you needed too. he still enjoys having your company and letting you feel included. he lightens the load of his weights when you finally do agree on spotting him.

"nii lõbus ei tohiks trennis olla. ( exercise shouldn't be this fun )."

traveling to tallinn and races with him when you can.

traveling around northern italy on a vespa, him driving you around as your arms are wrapped around his torso. towards the end of the night you ride towards a fancy friendship dinner date.

you settled in flimsy chairs on the balcony of your shared hotel room trying out different pastas and slices of pizza from restaurants attempting to find the best one in the country that you’re visiting.

while visiting his home in tallinn he would ensure to bundle you up in thick coats for the cold estonian weather. crunched snow underneath your boots a trail of footsteps in the white left behind you as you take a walk in the snowy weather around midnight.

his siblings.

during, your friendship with paul you’ve become close with his siblings, anna and ralf. anna is like a sister to you. ralf gives you lots of advice and shows embarrassing childhood pictures of paul. which for the record you find oh-so adorable and he finds incredibly embarrassing. you’ve grown expectably close to them due to tagging along on family vacations occasionally since him and his family seem typically fond of your presence. him and his extended family tend to have dinners when his finally back home leading to you practically being apart of his family since you sit in with so many of his family dinners and get to know his close and distant relatives.

"meil peres juba uus ralliäss kasvamas ( we already have a new rally ace growing up in our family )."

teaching you phrases in estonian.

after expressing that you wanted to learn how to speak his native language to speak to his family in the most comfortable way for them and show gratitude towards his parents for raising him the way that they did. he taught you simple phrases, to begin with just enough to get you around his home country without being completely lost.

dino and ollie.

after getting introduced to dino and ollie during the first race you attended with paul you’ve become quick friends with them since it was so easy to speak with them. your often spotted joking around with dino and ollie. just chilling on the floor of the prema truck goofing off with them even walking around the track with them. especially, dancing around with dino to whatever song that plays from his playlist on rainy qualifying days. you was there with the prema team supporting ollie’s debut in formula one.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[apollodeath]

Playing Prey Again?

A/N: I FINALLY GOT IT DONE. Please forgive me if it’s not as good as the first one 🧎‍♀️ I never intended to write another predator/pray kink related fic BUT I’m happy to do it again and again cause they’re so fun and soooo hoottt. Also thank you to everyone who supported my last one I was so worried it wasn’t good. Also sorry for any typos or grammatical errors.

Reader referred to as you, she/her and pet names

König x AFAB!reader

Contains: predator/pray kink, 18+ things 👀crying kink, oral, it gives off dubcon/noncon but everything is consensual.

Summary: official part 2 of Playing Prey so if you haven’t read the first one long story short, reader and König have made up a game called ‘Prey’ they both consent to playing and have set rules for themselves, everything is consensual. Believe it or not reader and König have a safe word in place just in case but it’s never been said.

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König left for his morning run and left you home to do well, whatever. You started by cleaning up the house then sat down watching a show, but really it lead to you scrolling on your phone.

Time had past and you felt you had seen all social media had to offer which lead you to looking through your photos, deleting unusual ones. You swiped through a few until landing on a photo you took just a week ago: König smirking, laying on his back, nude with you on top, you two had just cum and you wanted to take the photo for when he was away, so you had your own special porn. You sighed with a smile feeling yourself heat with the memory of the feeling of him propped up inside you. König always felt so fucking good.

As you reminisced on the photo, right on time, you heard the front door and König’s foot steps in. You smiled and brushed your dirty thoughts aside getting up, walking around the couch.

“König~” you call out walking to the front door and there he stood in his running clothes; a zip up hoodie, now hung open, unzipped even in the cold weather outside.

His under shirt slightly wet with sweat, you couldn’t help but love seeing him sweaty.

“Good run?” You ask innocently but your mind sparked at his mannerisms. Heavy panting, sweat forming and the way his shirt clung to his chest. His smell.

“No. Not nearly what I needed to get my stress out.” He answered while pulling his headphones out of his ears and into the tray next to the door. You knew König had a stressful week with work and training new recruits, so you shook your head in understanding, knowing he exercised to think. Clear his mind of worries or stress.

“Is there anything I could do to help? Maybe run a bath? A massage?” You ask tilting your head to look into his eyes and show your genuine sympathy. König locks eyes with you and steps closer towering over you, so easily for he is taller then anyone else you know.

“Ja. You can help me.” König grabs your jacket off the coat rack, never breaking eye contact, you suddenly feel small and in danger as he pushes the jacket into your chest.

“Run.” He says sternly yet almost a whisper, like if what he’s said is a sin meant for only you to hear.

“S-sorry, what?” Your heart skips a beat registering the word right after your response.

“I said, Run. I won’t be repeating myself.” He said sternly, his voice growl-like. A true monster.

You feel like you couldn’t move fast enough, taking the jacket from his grasp, turning around and running to the back sliding doors. Your heart races faster than time it feels, pounding already from the sudden game play. Prey so suddenly and so early in the day makes it so exciting, so devilishly hot.

You swear you hear König start running at the same time as you, god can’t help you if he has. His strides are massive compared to yours, not to mention his stamina. König was built to be a predator for sure and he knew that.

The fear of him being right behind you causes you to panic more and jump off the-two step-porch that lead into the backyard, you rush across the lawn to the forest. You already feeling your lungs burn from the cold air, it’s so crisp out with a slight fog. It’s freezing, but you could careless. Your temp runs hot from being turned on about the chase, cheek rose tinted and nose slightly too.

König actually did chase you to the back door, only he paused watching you jump from the porch and off into the woods, he smirked and felt the burn in his chest run down his spine to his cock just watching you sprint. Like a fresh doe who’s finally found her legs while running from a beast. He slipped on his sniper hood, breathing in the predator he is, his eyes heavy with desire. The desire to chase and devour, the feeling of taking you and ruining you, the thought made him radiate heat. His teeth clenched together. He wants you to spill your insides all over his cock, while you whimper and plead for his mercy. Which will not come easily.

You rush yourself not stoping you have to push yourself, your breath is heavy but you mustn’t give him you so easily.

‘He didn’t say a time’ you thought.

‘Is he behind me?’ You thought more ‘I can’t hear him’ you took a quick second to look over your shoulder and nothing only trees and a distant house. This kind of calms you, but still keeping up your run. You break from the straight path going right leading to a heavily wooded area and down a small hill. The paths were sometimes big enough for a car to drive on and others were just enough for one person to walk, those are the ones you chose most of the time or you’d make your own path. The paths were out of view or so you hoped. There was a couple big rocks; you knew were there, but so did he.

‘only a short pause here.’ You thought.

You crouch down finally putting your jacket on, you honestly forgot you were holding it. You chose the wrong day to wear a tank top, inside the house you had the heat on but out in the forest seemed to be freezing even mid day like this, the sun still wasn’t hot enough to warm it.

You got up slowly looking around and moved out of the rocks, deeper into the forest, a path you had taken before but, deciding to switch up and go farther left, you slowed on running and just kept a steady pace, your breathing was catching up even though your heart still pounding.

König always seemed to know where you were even when you had lost yourself in the forest he knew. He knows.

You hear leafs rustling making you squat behind a tree quickly and looking in the direction of the sounds.

‘There’s no way already?’ You think, but it’s simply the wind moving fallen leafs then a bigger gust shaking the leafs that have yet to fall. You swallow hard being a bit scared, embarrassed that the wind made you think you’d been caught but König was good like that and quiet, you’d never know unless he wanted you to.

You get up and start walking but it turns to a jog then run as your mind races. He could be close, he could’ve already spotted you, now playing with your own mind, you feel the fear of the game prey, but also the excitement, your pussy heats and starts softly coating itself.

You find a couple trees and bushes you haven’t seen before squatting behind them, you put one knee on the ground, ready to sprint if needed.

You began slowing your breathing once more, closing your eyes to ease your mind, resting your legs as they have began to slightly sting from your running up and down hills and carving your own paths in this forest.

You had gotten good with covering your tracks, not stepping on twigs and if you noticed mud or soft ground you tried avoiding it or covering your foot prints.

You open your eyes looking around and where you sat wasn’t very open and actually great coverage from all angles.

You wait a while; thinking of how scared and unprepared yet, of how hot and bothered you felt. The feeling filled your gut with mixed emotions but your heart fluttered with desire and your mind buzzed with survival instinct.

You stayed in place listening, hoping you wouldn’t be found.

You slowly moved out of your spot after some time had past in silence.

You took light steps away watching the leafs under you crush quietly you hope they don’t tell König where you are. You keep up a nice stride through the forest keeping your head on a swivel. You see a place up ahead that seems out of sight and a good area to just sit for awhile. The closer you get to the area with two overgrown bushes and a couple trees you realize it’s kind of a small place to sit behind the bush against the tree and when you do your head pokes out right above the bush.

Sigh.

You start getting up using the tree to steady yourself as you step out of the spot. Sounds of moving make you turn around quickly.

‘Please no I’m doing so good’ you think.

looking in the open, you spot the thing making noise.

‘König?!’ You think but you realize.

A real Deer, eating something off the ground and you slowly start to back up as it lifts his head up to look at you. It’s antlers taller the König perhaps, you couldn’t really tell while slowly walking back from it, its fur was dark brown and seeing it was kind of magical.

‘I hope it’s friendly enough to just leave’ you think not really knowing if they were violent seeing you in their home.

Your back bumps against something hard making you gasp loudly which makes the Deer turn and run away. You turn quickly, heart pounding and its rock… a start of a cave that seemed rather deep.

‘I think that might be too far… tooo scary.” You thought to yourself.

You hear the sound of something approaching and your heart still quick with all the jump scares so you decide to start running, heavy breath and your mind wonders if it was dumb to not hide in the cave. You try and clear your mind and keep your eyes on lookout and your pace conserved.

You hear something… maybe the leafs under your feet? The sound of foot steps? Another deer? You look back keeping your jog up, just over your shoulder, you see him.

König is maybe 10 feet away running towards you, seeing this you start spiriting harder then before you push yourself to your full speed even though it feels like he’s running only at half his full speed and he’s closing the gap.

You feel your chest heat in excitement and a slight fear but just seeing him desire took over. You see a clearing up ahead and decide to pass it but you think:

‘Maybe I can trick him’ you look back and he’s so close. His foot steps are so loud behind you, you feel like it’s a whole heard following you, you’re panting heavy now and your horny thoughts make you wanna lay down and get your pussy mauled already. You know with how long he’s been running and searching for you he was hungry for you; after the week he’s had he’s ready to tear you apart, become the animal he is out there but inside you.

You reach the clearing and turn as if you were taking it left speeding up and then cutting down a path on the right you knew there was a heavily wooded path you could get lost in; you hear a slide followed by a crash and his hand nearly grabbed your back missing you. Looking over your shoulder once more, König had tried keeping up with you and turned on the lose dirt at full speed and slipped slightly his knee and hands catching his fall it didn’t stop him much from getting up and running again. You took the couple seconds to get lost in the trees and you finally found another path switching up and you turn around no sight of him.

‘I have to keep going. König must be pissed at falling’ you think.

You run some more and turn around once again looking around, he’s not there.

‘He’s slowed down?” You think and once more you look over your shoulder and with a thud you knock into him. König’s so strong he barely budged. His hands wrap around your upper arms squeezing you tightly to lock you in place.

You thrash around screaming out of fear and shock. You try ripping away but he’s got you tight.

“Let me go!” You holler.

Your eyes wide and staring at the masked man.

‘how did he get in front, how didn’t I hear him.’

he truly struck fear in you at this moment your heart felt like it could’ve exploded from its rate. You tried once again pushing off him or trying to; he just pulled you closer, so close his eyes felt like knifes and his hands are so tight he’ll make your arms bruise. His chest heaving up and down you can hear his breath deep in his chest. You feel your legs shake and your pussy begs for him.

“You almost had me” his voice raspy his accent thickly dripped. “Too bad Meine Maus, Meine Doe is so slow…” he teased slowly with a hidden smirk. You thrash and squirm hoping to get lose but he chuckles at your attempt. König starts to push you to walk backward.

“You’re so small out in these big woods I almost lost track of you…” he pricks you up bringing you eye level, your feet dangle and he makes holding you look so easy. “but when you stood at the cave entrance I knew there was a percentage you’d run away.” König chuckles to himself “I still waited in the corner. In the shadows of the cave hoping you’d step in… so innocently” you could practically hear him lick his lips and you knew under that hood he had a devilish grin.

“Please~” you beg not to be let go but for him to take you, for him to ravish your body.

“Please? You beg for mercy but I will not show you any.” He then takes you closer to his body making you wrap your legs around his waist as he drops to the floor which makes you lay on the ground.

König unzipping your jacket, ripping your tank off exposing your bare chest and his mouth immediately takes mouthfuls of your soft skin in his mouth making your back arch off the ground, rolling his tongue over your sensitive nipples, your mouth goes slack and you gasp in pleasure. His mouth works little red and purple bruises on your chest.

König’s hands are working on pulling off your pants and once they’re thrown to the side he can’t help himself from sitting back on his knees and watch himself peel your wet panties off, the way that there is a tiny wet spot on them really makes his cock twitch he thinks to himself ‘she smells of heat.’ You look down at him your breathing labored you catch König in a desired daze as he throws your panties to the side.

You take this opportunity to roll to all fours and make a run for it, you feel your adrenaline rush getting two feet on the ground, nude with only shoes on and everything slows when you feel a heavy hand on your ankle yanking you back tripping you to fall and König climbs on you pinning you down.

“Stop!” You scream out but you really mean don’t stop keep going, all the way. Please.

He pulls his hard cock out his breath is heavy and he pushes in you all the way; making himself whimper/grunt.

“Shut up!” He says raspy through tightened teeth.

“Fuck~” he whispers, thrusting hard; his thrusts make slap sounds between you two, your gasp and soft whimpers drive him to keep going hard and fast, his cock kinda stings from stretching you so fast which makes you whimper and stifle a moan. König reaches up from your hip grabbing a handful of your tit squeezing tight. After a couple blissful minutes or so the sting inside you slowly replaces with one of the best feelings, you tilt your head back, your eyes rolling back, he’s done it. He’s fucked your orgasm out of you in minutes, your walls start pulsing and milking his huge cock.

König’s never been so rough, his hands are holding you so tightly his cock is relentless in your soft warm cunt. He bites his lip and can’t help but moan out whimpering at every pulse, your pussy clenches in rhythm as he chases his own orgasm, you come down and slowly feel yourself becoming so over sensitive you whimper and whine “please!” Tears softly leak but your cunt leaks more as chills spread over your body and König continues just fucking his heart out he curls his back in towards you and he feels that familiar feeling crawling in his core; his balls slapping your ass at a steady pace.

König leans his chest on thrusting as much as he can fit in you, over and over. His mask slightly covers your face as he leans in and he licks your jaw then biting your neck a bit hard still panting hot air on you. He holds your skin in his mouth like it’s his last meal.

Hello feels his core burning and his knees slightly sting while digging into the ground. He pushes up to get a full picture in sight of your body jolting with every thrust.

“You’re crying so pretty for me… my sweet doe” he grunts out in between thrusts. You feel your body building another orgasm and your heart pounds and your chest burns and sweat sticks to both you and König. He suddenly loses rhythm in his thrust making you realize he’s almost done. His body is flexing tight his legs locking in place, his ass tight.

“Wait Im gonna cum again” you beg for just a few more thrusts but with the sound of your cries it has König spilling his loads inside you, hot streams of cum puddle in you and out of you as he still tries to thrust, his mouth hung open slack from the feeling of his orgasm his eyes rolled back and his body shook with tingles.

He tries to continue, but ends up pausing, catching his breath; he slides his cock out slowly. He’s panting so hard. You bite your lip looking at him feeling your orgasm at the edge slowly fade back slightly and all you want is to get that last orgasm and König wants nothing more than to give it to you.

König pushes your legs up to lay on your lower tummy then picks up his hood to expose his mouth and latches his mouth on your cunt rolling his tongue and sucking at your clit making you moan out so loud you’re sure you heard birds fly from their nests.

He laps at your clit as his fingers find their way into your pussy fucking you just as fast as his cock. König moans/whimpers at your sweet taste it makes him slightly suck harder. You feel your body shake and flex causing you to shut your eyes tight. Your cunt starts squirting and contracting pushing König’s fingers out and your orgasm hits so hard you see stars; it’s brain numbing.

König rides out your orgasm by licking a few stripes up and down then a few just to clean you up. And to taste you more. He sit back on his knees and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand then pulling his hood down over his mouth once more. You stay there catching your breath and also coming back down to earth. König’s never felt so much stress leave him at once: seeing you withered away on the forest flood.

“Is my Doe spent?” He smirks feeling himself slightly tired.

You softly nod your head slightly and laugh softly. He chuckles and gets up dusting himself off then tucking his cock back in his bottoms. König grabs your clothes in one hand then picking you up carrying you home like a toddler who’s fallen asleep in the car.

Thank you so very much for reading! I hope this is a good part 2! Please leave a comment I love reading them and if you reblog I love the captions! 🙏

[joshleyson]

Life Update + Postcards from Mount Pulag

If there's one thing I'm particularly proud of that I did this year in the name of self-care, it is using my Apple Watch for what it was designed to do and being mindful of closing my rings on the Fitness App, which includes meeting my Move, Stand, and Exercise requirements for the day.

Last weekend, I went on my first major walk this year, to Mount Pulag in Benguet, the majestic and highest mountain in Luzon. For the first time ever, I was able to set a *drum roll please* record-breaking 42K steps, perhaps more because my watch died in the middle of the climb. It never occurred to me to go on this ALMOST 10-hour hike until J, who by the way was a famous OG Tumblr influencer during the peak Tumblr era circa 2012 (if you know him, mag-asawa ka na hahaha), introduced me to the idea of going to Baguio (I haven’t been to Baguio since forever) and eventually having to explore Mount Pulag after. J and I have known each other for over 12+ years, but it was only this year that we began to see each other more frequently; he is also the person who introduced and challenged me to finish my rings on the Fitness app. I began this "ring" journey at the end of March, but I wasn't fully committed until I started seeing some, hmm, what's the word, "changes" when I started monitoring my InBody results, which show my weight, BMI, muscle mass, and even body fat percentage decreasing. Long story short, I'm making some small progress with trying to make my BMI normal again. Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to paint the typical fitness buff image with raging, strong-looking muscles, because that's not who I am, but I wanted to give myself credit also for losing 10kgs in just 4 months, and I'm not even pulling my hair out about it, just that awareness of "Did I close my rings today?" moment. Like I told J, I never expected accountability to feel this good. So I'm quite delighted with that.

Enough of the fitness thingee and going back to Mount Pulag, I'm so happy that we were able to pull it off this year. We started by staying in Baguio for 2 days which by the way the weather was THE. BEST. Having to walk around the city in layered clothes without breaking a sweat as a pawisin was HEAVEN. It was something that I missed when I went back to Manila. After 2 days, we headed straight to Kabayan, Benguet, where our homestay was located, and by midnight started our trek to Pulag summit. The trek was surprisingly easy. The quiet and quaint landscapes while on our way to the summit were something that I enjoyed so much. It was tiring and yes, the weather was extremely cold. Miss Hypothermia is REAL especially on the summit but with the right amount of clothing, it's no biggie. Just do a little bit of research before signing up for the hike and you'll be just fine. On that trip, we met and bonded with new faces which I hope soon will become friends because they're nice to be with which made the hike bearable. Being the beach person that I am which is very OBVIOUS on this blogosphere, exploring the mountains and the countryside was very refreshing to see and I kinda wanted to make that commitment to at least do this at least once a year. Let's see!

(No Light Pollution? Here's the Milky Way captured in the default iPhone camera app.)

Overall, the Mountain Province trip including late-night walks in Baguio, wandering to places and cafés and bar hopping walking side to side because we’re drunk AF, and then Mount Pulag was something I'm so grateful for that I get to check them out this year. There were "unplanned" and "down" moments on that trip, sure, but I guess that's just normal, especially since I'm with the person I wanted to get to know more, and J, if you're reading this, thank you. I feel like all the things that happened on that trip have a reason and I just wanna say thank you for being…you. I will not be surprised if one day that rough idea of a psycho-thriller slasher movie we kind of created while sitting on a bus will soon come to life. Write that fucking screenplay. PLEASE.

So that's my not-so-quick life update that no one asked about. I think I mentioned before in this space that the more I have something "major" going on with my life whether professional or personal, I am less inclined to talk about it versus in my heyday, loud, teenage years and I think that's what really living is all about. Touch some grass they say, and literally, I did that in the mountains of Mount Pulag, and those memories which I hope I could bottle, and that seeing something so beautiful is enough to remind me that everything's gonna be alright.

Siri, play Gravity by Sara Bareilles, JOSHY

(Mountain Province, July 2024)

[spnbabe67]

FMLYHM

Kinktober Day 2: Rough Sex (J.S.)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Smut, slapping, spanking, choking (hand just on the neck) rough sex, language

Summary: Tatum and Hangman butted heads during their time at Top Gun, but when they are both called back for some unknown mission, tensions finally come to a head

Word Count: 3469

Tatum hated her call sign. Popular media would have you believe that callsigns have some badass origin, but in reality the kick ass nicknames often have the most embarrassing and enraging backstories. ‘Ice’ in theory sounds cool, mysterious even, like she was this cold, calm and collected person. If only that were the case. Enter her arch nemesis: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. Whoever said that hazing ends in college was dead wrong. Barrack living isn’t pleasant, especially when during the first week of training she was woken up by a bucket of ice water dumped on her head by none other than Top Gun's golden boy. This event sparked a rivalry spanning the entirety of their time training. Back and forth, both Tatum and Jake took verbal, and in the case of dog fighting exercises, literal shots at one another, even going so far as to carry out physical pranks not unlike the inciting incident. By the time of graduation, as far as Tatum was concerned, if she never saw Jake again it’d be too soon. When she got correspondence she was being called back to San Diego something in her gut told her that that “too soon” was about to come to fruition.

The Hard Deck was already bustling by the time Tatum trudged through it's doors. The warm maritime breeze off the Pacific was a welcome change from the cold waters off Norfolk. She had to dig into the back of her closet to find clothes suited for warmer weather, including the pair of shorts and spaghetti strap tank she currently sported. It felt good to be back, Penny providing a familiar face as she approached the bar.

“Hey lovely, welcome back!” Penny didn't even have to ask before plinking two shot glasses down on the bar, filling them to almost overflowing with whiskey. She watched Penny grab one, sliding the other to Tatum. “You look like you could use it.” Tatum gave Penny a knowing smirk and a wink before they both tossed back their shots, Tatum savoring the burn on the way down.

Just then the doors slammed open, signaling the arrival of more evening patrons. Tatum glanced over her shoulder, blue eyes going wide as Jake sauntered in followed closely by Coyote. Tatum ducked back down, sucking on a tooth. Penny gave her a knowing look before refilling her shot glass, stating it was on the house before turning to a dark haired man a few seats down. Tatum swirled the liquor in the glass, eyeing Hangman who was setting up a game of billiards with Coyote. 

He hadn't changed much in the time since Top Gun, still tanned and sandy haired. From the snippets of trash talk that floated over the music and chatter, he was also still a cocky son of a bitch. Tatum shook her head, greedily swallowing down the whiskey. 

The clanging of the bell above the bar startled Tatum from her trip down memory lane, looking over to see the dark haired man Penny had been conversing with looking confused as hell until the bartender and owner pointed to the sign listing the trifecta of rules. Once the uproar of half drunk patrons died down, Tatum shifted from her spot, occupying the stool next to him.

“You must be new here.” Tatum jested, resting her forearms on the polished wood barrier. “Don't sweat it, we're all guilty of it.”

“You're just sayin’ that.” 

Tatum shook her head, smiling to herself at the memory. “Nope. My first week here I fell victim to the same thing you did.” She nodded to the phone the man was now holding.

The man's eyebrows twitched upwards, not an uncommon sight when she mentioned that she was a Top Gun graduate.

Tatum held out her hand. “Lieutenant Tatum Hayes. But my friends call me Ice.”

“At least they would if she had any friends.”

Fuck. A familiar but unwelcome voice sounded from behind her, accompanied by a heavy hand on her shoulder.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny Bagman.” Tatum deadpanned, looking at Jake's hand resting on her shoulder, trailing up his corded forearm, his bicep and eventually to the shit eating grin he sported. “You'd do well to remove your hand from my shoulder lest you lose it.”

She punctuated her thinly veiled warning with a smile that was more threat than a grin. When Jake didn't immediately step off she narrowed her eyes at him staring him down until he pulled his hand away, raising them in a mock placating gesture. 

“Simmer down Sally. Just bein’ friendly.” The ever present tooth pick wiggled with each word that dripped out of his mouth, southern drawl only putting Tatums nerves on edge.

“Huh, is that what they're calling assholery these days?” 

“That's not even a real word.”

“According to Urban Dictionary it is.” It was like no time had passed, their verbal volley as easy as breathing. 

“I take it you two know each other?” The dark haired man looked on with a vaguely amused grin on his face. 

“Unfortunately.” Tatum grumbled at the same time Jake replied in the affirmative in that nerve grating chipper tone.

“Aw come on now. I'm not that bad.” Jake leaned on the bar, the image purely male satisfaction. It was like he got off on riling her up like this. 

Tatum could feel the incessant body heat radiating off of him, he was close enough that if she breathed too deeply her arm would graze his torso. Tatum wasn't sure if she was just hyper aware from being on edge or Jake had gone overboard with his cologne but the sandalwood and bergamot practically shoved its way up her nose and into her lungs, not unlike how Jake inserted himself into her conversation. 

“I plead the fifth.” Tatum attempted to flag Penny down but she was preoccupied with another patron; she needed something, anything to get her out of this before she punched the smug look off of Jake's face.

From the way Jake was positioned behind her, Tatum could feel his breath tickled the back of her neck, making the hairs stand on end. She wished she could say it was unpleasant, how close he was to her, but it'd be a lie of epic proportions.

Jake then turned to the man next to them, a lupine grin adorned his features. “She tell you how she got her call sign?” 

At that Tatum felt her blood shoot up from a simmer to a boil. Her head whipped around, leveling a glare at him. “Don't you fucking dare, Seresin.”

“What? I'm just makin’ conversation.” Jake gestured to the stranger. “I'm sure the old timer here has seen, hell, he's probably participated in worse pranks than dumping ice water on a fellow pilot.” 

It was all Tatum could do to stop herself from throwing a punch. She was sure her face was red, her hands balled into fists. “Fuck you, Bagman.” Tatum reached over the bar, ringing the bell so hard it damn near flew off the hook. “Have fun buying the bar a round.”

Tatum nodded to the stranger before weaving her way through the crowds, ignoring Jake calling after her. Something condescending no doubt. All she could hear as she stormed out of The Hard Deck was the roaring of blood in her head, a pounding that couldn’t even be drowned out by the music she had blasting from the speakers of her truck. 

It wasn’t hard to find her way back to the barracks. The pilots with families, or at least significant others, could have utilized the on base housing, but for the otherwise unattached, back to basics it was. Thankfully it was a different room than the one she occupied while in training, no bitter memories tainting this trip around, at least she hoped. Tatum slung the duffel she’d hastily packed in preparation for flying out here along with her backpack onto the floor, collapsing onto the squeaky, twin sized bed. 

Tatum groaned into her pillow; after not laying down for the first time in almost 12 hours even the thin mattress felt heavenly. She was tossing around the idea of not bothering to undress or shower and just go to sleep where she lay when a knock interrupted her internal debate. Tatum had half a mind to simply ignore the person at the door, but under threat of ignoring a superior officer, she begrudgingly pushed herself up, stumbling over her haphazardly placed bags while doing so.

The annoyance that had waned on her ride over and the brief reprieve in her room was quickly reinvigorated as she was met with nearly a face full of Jake’s chest, the smug man leaning a forearm on the doorframe. Tatum scoffed, moving to slam the door in his face but Jake managed to slip his foot in before it closed all the way. A spark of satisfaction shot it’s way through her as Tatum clocked Jake’s wince with the force she closed the door on his foot, however unintentionally.

“Ice, let me in.”

“Why should I?” Although Jake’s foot prevented her from completely shutting him out, Tatum held her spot on the other side of the door, making it so if he wanted in her room, he’d have to push past her to gain entry.

“Because I asked nicely?”

Tatum stared at him in disbelief. How the fuck could he stand there acting buddy-buddy as if he hadn’t made her life hell for weeks, and continued to do so with his sharp tongue and even sharper smile, his maddening nonchalance. 

Tatum crossed her arms, shifting her weight onto one leg. If he was gonna play that game, then she’d play it right back. “How’s your wallet feel, Bagman? Probably pretty empty.”

Jake’s eyes narrowed slightly, a small tell, but one Tatum was familiar with. “Yeah, thanks for that.”

“A hole you dug yourself.”

It was Jake’s turn to huff an exasperated laugh. “How? All I did was tell the fucking truth.”

Tatum’s hands fisted back at her sides. “You fucking son of a bitch. You humiliated me!” She couldn’t help the way her voice steadily rose as she became more and more angry. “You have ever since that fucking ‘prank’ on day three.”

“Come on.” Jake threw his head back, sighing through his nose. “You’re still mad about that? It was a fucking prank.”

“You came into my dorm and dumped a bucket of ice-water on me in my sleep!” There was no mistaking Tatum’s tone for anything other than yelling at this point. “Do you realize how violating and frankly immature that is?”

“Immature? That’s rich coming from you. You cut holes in all of my boxers!”

“I was just trying to help facilitate you being the manwhore that you are.” Tatum remembered that particular slight. Jake had pinned a pair of her panties to the bulletin board in the Mess, so when Tatum had been switching her laundry and found Jakes in the dryer she’d picked out all of his boxers, taking her scissors to them, cutting off the flap at the front before putting them back. “I shared a wall with you. You think I couldn’t hear every time you brought a skank to your room?”

There it was again, that panty-dropping smile. Jake had moved off of the door as they argued, but in his pause in their back and forth he leaned forward again, bracing a hand back on the edge of the door frame. “You ever think I wanted you to hear?”

Tatum opened her mouth, ready to spew some vile retort, but the words dripping from Jake's lips settled and Tatum realized what he said. “Wh-What? What’re you even-What?!” 

Every thought and retort suddenly disappeared and her mind went blank. She was so stunned that as Jake eased the door open and slowly prowled closer into her room, Tatum just dumbly backed up. Step by step he backed her into her room, shutting the door and flipping the lock with a neat snick.

“I think you heard me.” Jake said lowly. “And I think you heard me fuck every girl I brought back and imagined it was you.”

Tatum felt her mouth go dry in the same second her panties were instantly soaked. The worst part? He wasn’t wrong. Her bed shared a wall with Jake’s and she would be lying if she said she hadn’t slipped her hand down her sleep shorts a couple times imagining Jake’s sinful mouth against her clit or his dick inside her instead of her own fingers. Tatum watched the way Jakes eyes dipped down to her throat as she swallowed thickly, trailing down to her chest, the way her low cut tank accentuated her breasts, especially the way her crossed arms pushed them upwards. She kept her eyes stubbornly on his face, resisting the urge to let her own eyes wander. She attempted to rebuild her resolve, huffing a breath through her nose.

“I don’t-I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about Bagman.”

“It's Hangman.” Tatum watched as Jakes eyes dipped to her lips

“Whatever.”

She barely got the word out before Jake’s mouth was on hers. It was a rough and aggressive kiss, all tongue and teeth. His grip was rough on the back of her neck, holding her face to his, the other held fast to her hip. With a quick move Jake had her pinned back against the door, the sudden force against her back causing her to gasp. Jake took the opportunity to sweep his tongue further into her mouth, holding her against the door with his hips against her own. Mindlessly her hands brushed up and down his torso, nearly moaning at the hard muscles she felt under her palms. Filthy thoughts flooded her mind. Images of grinding her clit against the ridges of his abs and pecs, his large hands that were gripping her hips guiding her movements. She let hands travel under his shirt, nails scraping against the smooth skin she found there. 

Jake removed his hands from her, pulling his shirt over his head letting it fall to her bedroom floor. Tatum greedily gulped down air as she finally let herself take in the glory that is shirtless Jake Seresin. Tatum pulled her lower lip between her teeth as her eyes dragged from his face down his chest and his torso,down to where there was a noticeable bulge in his jeans.

“I think,” Jake motioned to the corner of his lips. “I think you got a little drool there.”

Tatum grabbed Jake’s jaw, bringing him down to within a hair's breadth of her lips. “Do me a favor.” She leaned forward, nipping his bottom lip. “Shut. The fuck. Up.”

Tatum kissed Jake hard, the hand on his jaw threading up into his hair, keeping him close as she pushed him back towards her bed. Tatum yelped as Jake wrapped his arm around her waist, spinning them around so she ended up on her back on her bed Jake hovering over her. Her breathing became shallow as Jake’s hot mouth trailed down her jaw and began to nip and suck down her neck, pulling a low moan from her as he bit at her collarbone. Tatum’s hands found their way to fumble with the button on his jeans, pulling them and his boxer down just enough for his dick to pop out, slapping against his lower stomach. Before she knew it, Tatum found herself on her stomach, a mouth full of her own pillow, Jake kneeling behind her. 

Tatum heard Jake curse as his fingers curled around the waistband of her shorts, surprisingly nimble fingers undoing them before ripping them down her legs. The air was cool against her glistening pussy, her arousal coating her inner thighs. Tatum was glad her face was buried in the pillow because she was sure it was bright red, embarrassed how aroused she was. She shivered as one of Jake’s calloused fingers trailed up her sides, pushing her tank top up, pulling it off with Tatum’s help.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Jake mumbled into the back of Tatums neck as he trailed kisses down her spine. “Wanna know a secret?”

Tatum could barely make sense of the words Jake was mumbling over the pounding rush of arousal. The most she could muster was a halfhearted hum, jolting suddenly as Jake’s thumbs brushed against her pussy lips, spreading them apart. Tatum let out a moan as Jake’s cock rubbed up and down her slit, brushing against her clit that had been throbbing since he had slammed her against the door. Jake’s hands gripped her hips, lifting them up, up, up, using a knee to spread her legs apart. Tatum let out a shuddering moan as Jake’s cock pushed its way into her, she could feel every vein and ridge as she clamped down on him. Jake moaned lowly sinking in until his hips lay flush against her ass, one hand braced on her spine keeping her chest pressed to the mattress. 

She shuddered as she felt his tongue trail up her spine, draping himself over her and pinned her hands to the bed above her head. “Every time I fucked some girl,” Jake pulled out until only the tip of his cock sat inside her before snapping his hips backforward, bottming out in one harsh stroke. “I’d imagine I was fucking this sweet pussy instead.”

Tatum moaned loudly as Jake harshly fucked into her, his crude words only making her wetter, letting his fat cock slide easily in and out of her. She was shoved forward with each hard thrust into her pussy, her hands pinned to her pillow by Jakes, the only thing keeping her from being fucked up the bed. She felt the air flow before the sting of Jake’s hand against her ass cheek. Tatum bit her lip hard enough to taste blood to keep from crying out. Fuck, the pain mixed with the pure arousal of him sliding in and out of her at that rapid pace. Three more times his hand came down in rapid succession, each slap more stingy than the last. This time Tatum did yelp, but it quickly turned into a moan as Jake set a punishing pace, hips slapping against her sore ass. 

“How many times did you touch this pussy wishing your fingers were my cock? Huh?” Jake growled in her ear.

Tatum nearly whined at the empty feeling as Jake pulled out but it was caught in her throat as he manhandled her onto her back before slamming back into her. Her eyes fluttered closed, mouth dropped open as his warm hand wrapped itself around her neck, fingertip resting over her pulsepoint; Tatum was sure if Jake pressed a little harder he could feel her pulse pounding like a hammer.

“Does my girl like that, huh?”

Tatum’s eyes snapped open, jaw clenched as she fought up the building pressure low in her belly. She locked her thighs around his hips, swiftly flipping them over. She looked down to see Jake looking up at her with a vaguely shocked expression. Before she knew what she was doing, her hand was across his face with a loud slap. 

“The fuck did I tell you?” Tatum braced her hands on his chest, rocking her hips back and forth, matching his harsh pace. She smacked him again, leaning forward so most of his cock slid out of her. She smashed her mouth against his, shoving her tongue into his mouth. 

She moaned into his mouth as his hands gripped her hips so hard she knew she’d have bruises in the shape of his fingertips tomorrow. She let him slam her hips back down onto him, thrusting his hips up to meet her grinding down on him. The way his pubic bone rubbed against her clit had the warm feeling growing in her belly, a coil on the verge of snapping. Tatum dug her teeth into Jake's bottom lip as she rode him hard until finally she felt that coil snap, a keening moan swallowed by Jake’s mouth. Her legs shuddered as Jake’s thrusts became more and more erratic until she felt him lift her off him, fisting his cock until he came over his stomach. 

Tatum knelt, panting on the bed as she felt her heart rate go back to normal. She felt a hand on her thigh, looking down at Jake still lounged before her, sprawled on her bed. She narrowed her eyes, cocking her head to the side.

“This is a one time thing.”

There it was again, that shit eating grin. “That’s what you say now.” His hand trailed higher on her thigh.

“No one would ever believe you anyway.”

[star-light-imagines]

Daddy? Pt. II

𓆩⟡𓆪 Includes- katsuki bakugo, eijiro kirishima, neito monoma, mirio togata x reader. major fluff! surprised/flustered boys! time traveling daughters. bonus content.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Warnings- gn! reader. bakugo cussing. slightly implied mature content. making out. kissing. cuddling.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Word Count- 22,598

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ New Intro Scene *ੈ✩‧₊˚

*ੈ✩‧₊˚  I wholeheartedly believe if Bakugo had a daughter she would be a daddy’s girl. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Part I |

Like Father, Like Son. Part I |

��� References in Bakugo's section made to fanfic listed.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The wind howled as it rattled the falling leaves from the tree branches, the frigid cold air made the student’s skin bristle as they waited for instructions on their next training exercise. Class A & B both stood around the open field talking amongst themselves as they awaited the arrival of their teachers for the day. 

CLINK! 

CLANK! 

The students’ jerked their heads in the direction of the obnoxiously loud sound of mechanical parts grating against each other. Their eyes widened in a mixture of shock and amazement at the Villain Bots they had fought before making their way onto the open field to join them. All Might and Vlad King led the horde of combat training robots as they acknowledged the students with a simple wave of the hand for a greeting. 

Class A & B were focused as they thought about strategies they would use for their upcoming matches against the bots they had fought not only in the entrance exam, but the sports festival as well. Anticipation and adrenaline started to run rampant through their veins as All Might and Vlad King explained the exercise for the day and how the teams would be split up by work study groups to showcase what they had learned in their time working along Pro Heroes. 

“Yuga Aoyama, Mina Ashido and Toru Hagakure! You three will start first!” All Might began. 

“Remember you have fought these combat testing robots before so this isn’t about just defeating them like you’ve done in the past. The goal of this exercise is to use what you have learned to take them down more effectively than before.” All Might announced eagerly, a small smile plastered on his lips as he looked out over the crowd of students. 

The students’ nodded their heads in acknowledgement as determination rose in each of them at his words, the drive to succeed lighting up their eyes. 

“GOT IT!” Mina exclaimed happily as she bounced on her toes. 

“Leave it to us!” Toru’s voice sang out. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The matches flew by quickly as each round of students easily captured and destroyed the Villain bots they were tasked with defeating. Class A & B both expertly harnessed the new techniques they had acquired over the last several weeks, showing just how much they truly improved since the beginning of the school year. 

BOOM!

Bakugo set off a huge explosion bringing down multiple combat bots at once before soaring back through the air to look for more. Todoroki and Midoryia each captured the last of their Villain bots with their quirks and destroyed them easily before All Might Clapped his hands loudly, signaling the end of the training session. 

“You all did great today! I can really tell how much you’ve grown! Go ahead and relax while the field is getting cleaned up.” All Might announced with a bright smile. 

The students cheered happily before they turned to each other to talk about the matches they had witnessed. Kirishima walked excitedly over to his explosive blonde best friend, he thrust a fist in the air as he called out to him. 

“Hey, Bakugo!” 

“Hm.” Bakugo grunted out in response.

“Are you good with winter now?!” Kirishima questioned in wonder, knowing how much he saw the boy rant about the weather. 

“No way, idiot! They were condensed shots, WINTER IS STILL CRAP!” Bakugo roared out in annoyance. 

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck with his palm nervously as he listened to Bakugo rant about the cold weather, his eyes closed as he let out a deep sigh at his friend's personality before laughing it off. 

The students of Class 1-A & 1-B continued to talk to each other about the exercise they had just completed, gushing about their fellow classmates and the new techniques and ultimate moves they hadn’t witnessed before. They expressed their awe and support of each other as they gushed about the growth they had all experienced throughout the year. 

BANG!

The ground shook from below their feet and the air crackled in the silence that followed the deafening explosion.

Widened eyes darted fiercely around their environment , the students and teachers moved quickly into fighting stances as they surveyed the surrounding area for the cause of the loud disturbance as they prepared for an attack. 

A few moments of silence followed the echoed ringing of the deafening explosion, as the anxious adrenaline coursed through their veins started to dwindle down due to no visible threat surrounding them. 

“Really Bakugo?! Blowing up the Villain Bots wasn’t enough for you today?! You need to let out some more of your anger, ‘Rage Monster’?!”  Monoma yelled slyly while he looked around  for Bakugo.

“HAH!”

A deep scoff brought everyone's attention towards the explosive blonde who was off in the distance , already getting a head start to find the villain in the surrounding forest area. 

"Are you Stupid?! That wasn't my explosion, you copy/paste leech!"

“LOOK! There’s smoke coming from the forest over there!” Momo screamed while pointing to the treetops where a cloud of pink fog was lifting up into the sky. 

Everyone started to rush after Bakugo and into the forest prepared to fight off the unknown villain waiting for them. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

They stopped at the edge of the slowly dissipating pink swirls of fog, Vlad King and All Might warning the students to step back as they stood on the front lines prepared to fight off the villain as soon as they made an appearance. 

The students strained their eyes to make out a figure in the thick fog as it started to fade into the air. Everyone was focused in a tense moment of silence, the jackhammering of their hearts echoed in their ears as the adrenaline coursed through their veins anxiously. 

Suddenly the fog disappeared, revealing.....

"What the Hell?!" Bakugo screamed trying to grasp the situation.

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"Don't cuss there are children here!" Iida Immediately scolded in response.

"Obviously there are children here four eyes! My question is, why?!" he angrily stated, annoyed.

Katsuki Bakugo:

A four year old girl stood there stunned in shock, before her wide eyes glistened in fear and tears rolled down her round cheeks.

Surprised. At the sight of the small girl, everyone’s nerves calmed down. The building adrenaline had dwindled down as they tried to understand the situation in front of them. Bakugo’s hands twitched in annoyance as he tried to relax his body down from the prepared combat state he was in. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his next to release the tension that had built up in his muscles before grunting under his breath. 

Bakugo’s vermillion eyes glanced back towards the girl that was now being carried in All Might’s arms and gave her a once over. She was being comforted by the retired number one hero, who had managed to transform into his hero form long enough to make the fearful tears disappear. When the girl sniffled and reopened her bright vermillion eyes in awe to stare at the man holding her, Bakugo’s body jolted and tensed up at the sight in surprise. 

Bakugo felt like he was on fire and like he might spontaneously combust at any moment, like someone had set a slow and steady match beneath his center, deep in the pit of his stomach. His senses were haywired as he took in the girl’s vermillion eyes that matched his own, his eyes widened as began to connect more familiar traits. The voices around him became static background noise to his mind, which was now filled with racing thoughts of the girl before him. 

The girl’s hair was the perfect shade of y/h/c, and her vermillion eyes that twinkled with happiness as she recognized the retired number one hero looked exactly like you. He kept watching her as he noticed how she would crinkle her nose as she giggled and how the beaming smile that lit up her face was the exact replica of yours. Bakugo could trace back almost every one of her features back to you as if she was a mini version of you, except for the traits that all too clearly came from him. 

She looks like she could be y/n & I’s daughter… 

His thoughts raced back to when his future son, Katsuro last visited the past and how he had briefly mentioned he had a younger sister. Bakugo’s eyes continued to study the girl while deep in thought, questioning if her sudden appearance could be another instance of a surprise love child he shared with you showing up. He knew deep down he couldn’t deny the similarities between you two, but he didn’t want to announce his thoughts until the teachers had finished talking to the kid. 

Fast and heavy footsteps stopped suddenly as two figures appeared at his sides, a firm hand gripped onto one of his shoulders effectively bringing him out of the thoughts that were plaguing his mind. His brows snapped together as he jerked his head angrily in the direction of the hand, Shoto’s stoic heterochromia mixture of gray and turquoise eyes stared back at him evenly. 

“Bakugo, congratulations.” Shoto complimented, a small smile forming on his lips. 

“For what?!” He barked out, a muscle tightening in his jaw as he scrunched up his face.

“On having a daughter.” 

“We don’t know if she’s -” Bakugo started. 

“She looks just like a miniature version of y/n! How could she not be your daughter?” Deku chimed in from his opposite side. 

“Yeah, and it’s not like you haven’t had a time traveling love child appear before.” Shoto agreed. 

“SHUT UP!” 

Bakugo fumed in anger as his voice thundered in the air, he drew his lips back in snarl as he glared at the two boys at his sides. The feeling of a small tug on the pant leg of his hero costume had caused him to whirl around, his eyes flared with furiosity. His body stiffened as he saw the figure of the small girl gazing up at him with wide eyes, her hand shaking slightly as she continued to hold on to his pant leg. 

Paralyzed. The air was weighed down with thick tension as a resounding silence set in over the students as they watched the Bakugo interact with the child. The girl continued to peer up at him, the smile that she had beamed at All Might had faded was replaced by a trembling lip. 

“Daddy?” She questioned, the tear streaked trails still visible on her cheeks. 

Bakugo’s heart sank to his stomach as he met her eyes, his skin burned hot while his body was so stiff with shock that when she addressed him as daddy he couldn’t reply. His mind went numb as he finally accepted the fact that his daughter did in fact come back in time just as his son did, and that she was standing in front of him. His mouth opened wide as he tried to speak the words he was thinking, but no sounds managed to come out. 

“Daddy? Are you mad at me?” 

“WHAT? NO!” 

He shouted suddenly as he reassured her that he wasn’t angry at her, his hands twichted slightly as they hung at his sides. Bakugo slowly reached down to pick up the girl and hold her in his arms. Her eyes searched his as she determined if he was being honest with her, after a moment of silence between them before the corners of her mouth turned up and she beamed a bright smile at him just like yours. 

The hushed conversations that had been taking place around him suddenly got louder as the curiously obnoxious students around him walked closer, crowding around him. The classmates each tried to get a good look at the girl in his arms as they were filled with excitement at meeting another future child of Bakugo’s. 

“OMG! SHE’S SO CUTE!” Mina gushed. 

“Why don’t you hug her like you hugged Katsuro last time?” Mineta slyly asked. 

“Don’t remind me about that!” She wailed. 

Bakugo let a chuckle escape his lips at the memory of the first time Katsuro had met his classmates. His chest rumbled from the vibration of his laughter as Mina whirled around and sent a cold glare in his direction. Deku peered around Bakugo to catch the young girl’s attention, a gentle smile formed on his freckled face as he sent a little wave in greeting. 

"Hello! I'm Izuku Midoryia, but you can call me Deku. What's your name?" ​​

Recognition dawned on the tiny face as her vermillion eyes hardened and she huffed puffing out her cheeks. She turned her head away from the dark green haired man in annoyance while the corners of Bakugou’s mouth quirked up in amusement at the complete rejection his daughter had given his childhood best friend. 

“W-Wha-” Deku stuttered out confused before being interrupted. 

“It’s okay, you can answer the lame nerd's question.” Bakugo chuckled, rejoicing that his daughter is not a fan of Deku. 

“My name is Akari Bakugo and I don’t like you!” She blurted. 

“A-AH! Did I do something wrong?” Deku anxiously replied. 

“I like my daddy more than you! He’s the best and he’s going to beat you!” 

“Oh!” 

“Hah!” 

“That’s right! I am the best, aren’t I Akari?” Bakugo boasted, a wide smile plastered on his lips.

“Daddy is my number one hero!” Akari cheered happily. 

I just met this girl moments ago and she’s already my favorite out of the two… 

Bakugo’s chest rumbled once more as he let out a deep round of laughter, the girl in his arms joined him as her giggles filled the air. His amused eyes softened as he glanced at her bright smiling face, a flush crept up his neck to his ears dusting them a dark shade of crimson as your smiling face came to mind. 

Kirishima wandered over to Bakugo and his daughter that still sat happily in his arms, His deep red eyes glanced at his spiky blonde friend with a deep grin plastered on his lips. He waved to the girl excitedly as he greeted her. 

"Hey Akari, I’m Kirishima but you might already know me as -” 

“Uncle Shitty Hair! Woah! Your hair is even worse now and than before!” She beamed excitedly. 

Bakugo couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips at his daughter’s words, he quickly tried to hide his laughter from Kirishima’s amazed glance as he placed a hand over his mouth. Kirishima’s eyebrows raised upward as they furrowed slightly in defeat, while releasing a lighthearted sigh. 

“I knew that was coming!” He grinned, shaking his head before glancing back towards his friend. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Class A & B continued to crowd around Bakugo and his daughter as they gushed and complimented the girl in his arms. The riotous chatter quickly became tiresome as he got annoyed at the continuous questions and repeated comments thrown his way. 

“HAHA!” 

Monoma’s cackle rang out over the students' conversation, making them turn their heads in the direction of his voice. Once he was sure he had gotten the attention of the crowd, his laughter dwindled down and he narrowed his eyes at the explosive blonde. 

“I can’t believe a ‘Rage Monster’ like you would be so lucky as to have one kid, let alone two. However, I bet your partner is surely regretting it as they take after your appalling behavior!” 

Bakugou's eyebrow twitched, vermillion eyes burned with hatred as he glared at the copy quirk blonde haired boy who was still cackling to himself. A vein popped out in his neck as he clenched his jaw, a snarl formed on his face as he drew back his lips. Loud sizzled crackling emitted from his palms as he clenched his hands, nails digging into his palms as he formed a fist. 

Wide blue eyes glanced up to see the fuming blonde’s expression, he nervously backed away from him while he tried to form more sentences to ease his unnerved heart at the sight of the rage filled Bakugo he had enticed. 

“What?! Going to blow me up in front of your daughter just because you don’t like what I have to say?! What a good example you are!” 

Bakugo was about to lunge at him, with Akari in his arms before an army of voices stunned him into freezing where he stood. 

“SHUT UP!” Akari demanded angrily. 

“Monoma! What’s wrong with you?!” Kendo screeched. 

“BAKUGO IS A GOOD FATHER!” Kirishima barked out.

“Don’t talk disrespectfully about our classmate!” Tenya Scolded. 

“Dumbass! Shut up! You don’t know anything!” Jiro cursed out. 

He stared in disbelief at the rallied support he had accumulated as they all turned against Monoma, scolding him for his disrespectful and hateful words. He watched as kendo used her quirk to expand her first and hit the spot on the back of Monoma’s neck that always assured he would pass out quickly and easily. Her face grimaced with embarrassment as she held the sleeping boy and bowed her head in apology directed at him. 

“I’m so sorry about him! We’ve been trying to work on his attitude but it’s still a work in progress!” 

Having everyone defend him irked him a bit, but he could get used to that feeling of amazement he had...

“Heh. Whatever.” He scoffed, trying to calm down his own hatred that he was burning with just moments ago. 

“Hey, Akari! We are having a hot pot party tonight, are you excited?!” Ochaco gushed to his daughter, effectively changing the subject. 

The girl beamed in his arms, her tiny fists raised into the air happily before a bitter wind rushed by the crowd of students. A shiver rippled through her body as she lowered her arms and wrapped them around her father’s neck, moving her head quickly to his shoulder to shield her face from the cold weather. 

“Okay! I think we should end class for today, everyone is free to go back to the dormitories! Young Bakugo we will need to talk later to get more information on why she’s here.” All Might announced suddenly catching everyone’s attention. 

Infuriated. After Class 1-A returned to the dormitory, Bakugo had sent a quick text to you in order to inform you of your daughter’s arrival in the past along with a selfie he had taken with her while they walked outside. The photo showcased his shit eating grin as his daughter had her arms wrapped around his neck and placed a peck on his cheek. 

The class had settled down around the lounge area, and some of the students had already started to prepare for the hot pot party that night. Bakugo’s eyes wandered to Akari as he watched from his seat on the couch, she twirled in Kirishima’s arms as her giggles bubbled around the room. 

His attention was broken from the precious carefree moment of his daughter playing as he heard the dormitory doors open, his eyes glanced in the direction to catch All Might and Aizawa walk in the building. 

Aizawa’s tired eyes met him in an even stare, before he surveyed the room his eyes stopped once they saw Akari who was being lifted like an airplane above Kirishima’s head. The teachers continued to walk into the lounge area, grabbing the attention of the rest of the gathered students as they did. 

“Hello, Akari! Remember me? My friend and I were wondering if we could ask you some questions.” All Might probed gently as he extended a hand out to the girl. 

“Um-” She Hesitated, her eyes searching the room for her father. 

Bakugo rose from his seat quickly as he made his way to the worried girl, once he was her eyesight he watched as her shoulders instantly relaxed and he stepped closer to place a hand on her head purposely ruffling her hair with his fingers

She peered up at him with an adorned and love filled gaze, her vermilion eyes twinkled brightly as the corners of her mouth turned upwards. Bakugo’s own expression had softened at the sight of his daughter, his mind had felt relaxed and at peace whenever he would catch a glimpse of her over the last hour or so since she had appeared. He couldn’t help but think of you whenever he looked at Akari, the similarity was remarkable between the two of you. 

“Yes!” Akari answered confidently before being led to one of the couches. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket wildly as he picked up the girl who was struggling to climb up the couch on her own. He sat down with a deep sigh as his muscles relaxed instantly and he placed Akari into a sitting position in his lap, his other hand lazily pulled the phone out of his pocket. 

Your name illuminated the screen as the request for a video chat continued to buzz, he accepted eagerly and watched as your face appeared swiftly onto the phone screen. His other hand wrapped safely around his daughter’s waist to ensure she wouldn’t fall from his waist. 

“Our daughter is there?! How?!” Your warm voice radiated from the phone. 

“Yeah, do you want to say hi?” 

“Of course I want to say hi!” 

Bakugo moved the phone towards the bubbly girl who was desperately trying to peer at the person on the screen. An amused smile grazed his lips as he contemplated holding the phone out of her reach just to see her reaction before his expression softened and he smiled warmly down at the girl in his lap. 

“Hi sweetie! I’m so happy to see you! I’m sorry I can’t be there in person but I go to a different school.” You greeted and apologized sweetly as Akari came into view. 

“It’s okay! Will I be able to see you soon?” 

“Yes! Your dad and I will plan something so that we can all see each other.” 

“Akari is about to tell us what happened for her to show up here if you want to stay on the phone and listen.” Bakugo mentioned. 

“Okay! Don’t hang up on me Katsuki!” 

“Keh?! Why would I?!” 

“I know how you are when you get angry about something, you completely forget I’m on the phone and hang up on me. Remember when we were studying over facetime together and Kaminari kept knocking on your door until you got annoyed and-” 

“That’s completely different! That fucker needed to die for being so goddamn annoying!”

“Katsuki! Language!” You scolded. 

From across the room Jiro narrowed her eyes in annoyance at the electric blonde across the table from her, the brows on her forehead drew together as she whispered towards him while still trying to listen to the conversation going on between the couple. 

“Kaminari… You interrupted their study date?” 

“Yeah, I still remember the face he had when he yanked open the door.” He began as a visible shiver ran through his body and his face paled. “It was horrifying!” 

“That’s what you get for cockblocking him, idiot!” Mineta chimed in loudly enough to make Akari’s ears perk up. 

“How was I supposed to know he was having a Facetime date?! I just wanted to see if I could borrow some of his notes since I fell asleep in class that day!” 

Akari observed the students talk with a look of wonder in her eyes, before she turned her head back towards her father who was still grumbling to her mother over the phone. She tilted in her head before lifting a small hand up and poking her father’s cheek, a bright smile lit up her face once he instantly stopped talking and glanced down at her instead. He raised a brow questioningly as peered down at her, his eyes softening the longer he looked into her own as a pink dusted the tips of his ears at her poking his cheek. 

“What?” He huffed out. 

“What’s a cockblock?” She asked curiously. 

“H-HAH?!”

Bakugo’s body temperature dropped as he stiffened, the grip on his phone tightening while the color drained from his face. He could faintly hear you gasp loudly as well as a few other gasps from the surrounding classmates before the room went silent. A muscle tightened in his jaw as he slowly turned his head towards where he heard that expression being said from earlier. His pupils flared as he locked eyes onto the short boy who was trembling in fear, sending him a heated glare while clenching his fits that were twitching with anticipation of setting off an explosion his way. 

“AYE! Perverted runt, you’re going to-” 

AHEM!

Aizawa cleared his throat loudly while his tired eyes glowed a vibrant red, the messy raven black locks floated off his shoulders as he activated his quirk and sent a chilling glare to everyone in the room. 

"I think it's about time we start." Aizawa called out. 

Silence filled the air as the tension rose in the room, Aizawa and All Might sat stiffly on the couch as he motioned for Akari to start talking about what led her here. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Aizawa scratched the scruff on his chin in thought as the girl continued to share her memory of the moments leading to her appearance at the school. He leaned back into the couch as he shoulders slouched from exhaustion while All Might sat beside him and listened intently as she babbled on about her morning before briefly mentioning her brother.   

"Katsuro and my cousin Suzume were going to the park to play and I really wanted to play with them! He didn’t want to let me join because he said I was too much of a baby, but daddy threatened him to take me or else he wouldn’t visit Uncle Deku for a month.”

“The last time Katsuro came here, I told him he should try not to visit anymore since it could cause issues in the future.” He interrupted suddenly. 

“Well-” Akari began. 

Bakugou raked his fingers through his hair as he processed the information being told by his future daughter. His eyes glanced tentatively toward Akari who had thrown her hands in the air widely to express her emotions while she talked. He smiled softly at his daughter as she continued to explain the situation, not noticing how lovingly he was staring at her. 

"When we got to the park he kept leaving me out of all the games they were playing and so I got mad and yelled at him…” Her head ducked downwards as she continued. “Then he told me someone who doesn’t even have a quirk yet like me shouldn’t try to play with older kids.” 

And here I thought he couldn’t test my limit any further when it came to me wanting to beat him up… 

I was wrong… 

“THAT LITTLE SHIT!” Bakugo snarled. 

“Katsuki, as much as I agree with you right now. Language!” You scolded through the phone. 

He grumbled with annoyance and he ran his fingers gently through Akari’s hair, twirling a strand around his finger as he urged the girl in his lap to continue where she left off.  

“I called him an angry pomeranian whose quirk was no better than a dollar store firecracker! All his friends laughed and so he ordered Suzume to send me away as punishment, at first she refused but he told her that if she didn't do it then she wouldn’t be able to be a part of his group anymore.” 

“Then she sent you here.” Aizawa stated bluntly while he rubbed his temple in frustration. 

“Yes.” She nodded. 

No. Now I’m going to kill that kid… 

How could he be so irresponsible when it comes to his little sister?…  

A whistle sounded through the air as Kaminari stood from his seat and walked carelessly towards the explosive blonde on the couch, a sly smirk etched into his lips as he mocked the boy. 

“Woah! He’s acting as much like a villain as his dad does.” 

“I DARE YOU TO SAY THAT AGAIN ASSWIPE!” Bakugo roared, moving Akari to sit on the couch while he stood up angrily. 

“It sounds exactly like something you would do Bakugo.” 

“I would never send my little sister to the past, the little shit deserves what’s coming to him.” 

“What do you mean?” Mina questioned while tilting her head at him. 

“If my future self is just as enraged as I am right now, he’s going to regret being -” 

“A little shit!” Akari chimed in happily while throwing up her fists in the air. 

The tension that filled the air from earlier dissipated as resounding laughter that overtook the room. The students laughed at how excitedly she had repeated the cuss words from her father and a chuckle escaped past Bakugo’s lips before he could stop it, he placed a hand on her head as he ruffled her hair playfully. She looked up at him with an awestruck expression as she saw his softened features, the bright smile that caressed his lips and the relaxed eyebrows that were usually sharp and focused. 

“That’s right princess.” 

Bakugo picked up the girl in his arms once again as he pressed his forehead to hers and stared into her vermillion orbs. “I’ll bring down any runt that threatens you, even your brother got it!” 

“Yes Daddy!” She beamed before wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him happily. 

“Oh Daddy… You hung up the call when you were yelling at the pikachu knockoff earlier..” 

“GOD DAMN IT!”

Amazed. After you had arrived at the dormitory, Bakugo had taken over the job of recutting and proportioning the vegetables Shoto had brutally diced while you entertained the bubbly four year old. All Might insisted on having you over for the hot pot party and even managed to get you a visitor pass for the next few weeks depending on how long it takes for Akari to go back to the future. 

His eyes wandered over to you, Akari sitting diligently on the floor in front of you as you lean down from your sitting position on the couch to brush through her hair. The way your hands moved effortlessly without a wasted movement as you began styling the girl’s hair made him stop moving to observe. 

Akari had requested for him to style her hair into pigtails earlier that afternoon, however after three failed attempts of the pigtails being asymmetrical and Toru’s non-stop laughing she had fired him from the job. He watched you effortlessly pull the hair on one side of her head into a hair tie to secure it into place, before quickly moving to the other side of her head. You made it look so easy as he watched you gliding your fingers through Akari’s y/h/c hair. 

A line appeared between Bakugo’s eyebrows as he closed his eyes for a moment to think about his failed attempts from before. When Akari had asked him excitedly he didn’t think it would be too much of a hassle for him, something as straightforward as putting hair into place should be easy for him. Yet, even after watching tutorials and Mina assuring him of the steps, he still failed. 

Your hands gently finished the styled hair off with two ribbons as Akari’s giggles filled the room. Bakugo’s vermillion eyes widened slightly in amazement at how symmetrical and neat the girl’s hair looked compared to when he had tried earlier. 

You made it look so easy…

Wait, there’s no way I’m as bad at styling hair as Shoto is at cooking right?...

A tiny tug on his shirt broke Bakugo from the racing thoughts that plagued his mind, his eyes peered down to see the beaming smile etched into his daughter’s lips. Her eyes twinkled with happiness as she bounced on her toys at his side, her styled y/h/c hair gracefully flowing by the sides of her face as she did so. The black and orange ribbons that were skillfully shaped into bows at the top of the girls pigtails caught his attention, and his eyes softened as he smiled down at his daughter. 

“Daddy! Look! The ribbons are like your hero costume!” She cheered. 

“I see that princess, you look beautiful.” 

The ends of the ribbons danced gracefully through her hair every time she moved and she happily went around to the classmates as they continued cooking to show them the masterpiece you had created. 

“AWE! How cute! You must really be a fan of Bakugo! ” Ochaco gushed. 

“Yes! Daddy will always be my favorite hero and I want to be just like him!” 

“Did you hear that Bakugo?! It must be nice to have your first fan.” Kirishima laughed. 

“She’s my daughter! Of course she’s a fan of me, Shitty Hair.” 

Bakugo’s eyes drifted back to where Akari was running back towards where you were on the couch, a bright smile still lit up her face as she jumped into the spot beside you. The black and orange ribbons caught his attention once more as a small smirk formed on his lips. 

 I’m definitely going to get her a mini version of my hero costume…

He made his way over to the couch that the two of you were currently sitting on while you scrolled through Youtube videos for Akari to watch. He placed his hands gently on your shoulders, as you immediately relaxed into his warm touch. You tilted your head back as you glanced at the spiky blonde boy towering over you, his soft expression making your heart flutter in your chest. 

“How did you style her hair so quickly?” He questioned as he moved his fingers to run through your hair. 

“Well I used to style my own quite a lot growing up so I still remembered it. Plus, my classmates will ask me to do their hair for them from time to time.” 

“Hm.” He mumbled under his breath as his eyebrows furrowed. 

“You know if you want to learn, you can practice styling my hair while I walk you through the steps.” 

“As if I need help! It’s not hard, I just wasn’t used to doing it.” He grumbled as the tips of his ears dusted with a tint of pink. 

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips as you quickly tried to hide your amusement by covering your mouth with your hand. The corners of your eyes crinkled as you closed your eyes in hopes of not meeting his irritated eyes as they shot back down at you. 

“I am going to practice on you though, so after the party be prepared because you aren’t leaving until I’m better than you!” He boasted. 

“What?!”

“Why are you so shocked? You did offer for me to practice on you, right dummy? Your hair is longer than mine so it just makes more sense for me to use you.” 

“Yes, of course! I can’t wait!” You laughed out while reaching a hand upwards to caress his cheek. 

“BAKUGO! Did you forget that you are supposed to help with the cooking?!” Tenya called out from the kitchen. 

“Yeah Bakugo! If you don’t help you aren’t getting anything and we will give extra portions to y/n and Akari instead.” Kaminari chimed in.

“SHUT UP!” Bakugo growled, his eyes flashed with anger as he turned towards his classmates. “I was only gone for a moment you Idiots! You are all just worried because you can’t cook to save your lives!”

Amused. He had noticed over the last few days of Akari being at U.A. that even though she didn’t act exactly like him like his son Katsuro did, her personality was still influenced heavily by him. Bakugo loved the fact that his daughter is a daddy’s girl and absolutely revels in the fact that he’s her favorite hero, he couldn’t help the prideful smile that would take over his lips every time she cheered him on. 

The day had come where the work study students had to commute to their assigned agencies, Akari tagged along with Bakugo and the others since she would be able to stay in the dorm rooms Endeavor provided for the employee’s. 

The agency was loud and bustling when they had arrived, employee’s were fast paced and rushing around the building as they worked barely even sparing a glance at the three students and the child. Akari’s eyes widened in wonder as she glanced around the building as they walked to the office, her tiny hand clasped in Bakugo’s to keep her from wandering off.  

Endeavor jerked his head in the direction of the door as it opened, documents still held tightly in his hands as he watched his son and the other work study students walk into the room. The additional appearance of a child immediately caught his attention and his turquoise eyes narrowed as he studied the girl walking beside Bakugo hand in hand.  

“Bakugo, another one?” Endeavor questioned. 

“Does that surprise you Old Man?” He taunted and cocked his head in the direction of the girl beside him. “This is my daughter, Akari.” 

She waved at him in greeting before her eyes glanced around the office once more, the corners of her lips turning up as she smiled to herself. 

“Hm. How did she get here?” 

Tsk! 

Bakugo’s jaw clenched as he replayed the memory of Akari explaining how she ended up in the past. He lowered his head in anger as he glared at the floor beneath his feet, his hands tightened into fists before he shoved them into his pockets. 

“Katsuro-” He grumbled before being interrupted. 

“Didn’t Aizawa warn him to stop making trips to the past after the last visit?” Endeavor interjected harshly. 

“Yeah, but -” 

“I guess your future self can’t seem to manage his own children.” 

“FUCKING LET ME TALK YOU ASSHOLE!” Bakugo roared out in frustration. 

“Essentially, his son Katsuro had forcefully sent Akari back in time.” Shoto briefly explained while Bakugo’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to calm his angered breathing. “Bakugo, have you noticed how long they usually stay in the past?” 

“They are my kids, Icy Hot! Anything you would notice I would notice first, got it?!” 

“Right, well I noticed that Katsuro would stay in the past for 1 to 2 weeks and it’s already been about a week since Akari arrived so she should be returning soon.” 

“Woah! That’s a good observation Todoroki!” Deku agreed while his eyes lit up at the information. 

“Whatever!” Bakugo mumbled out in Irritation. 

Every time that half and half bastard speaks I want to punch him… 

I already knew that information, the ones who didn’t realize the pattern would be idiots…

Endeavor's eyes drifted back towards the girl while Bakugo and Shoto bickered voices turned into background noise. Akari walked confidently over to his desk and peered up at him with bright shining eyes and a smirk playing on her lips. 

“Do you need something child?” 

“So you are the current number one hero, Old Man?” Akari questioned in a mocking tone. 

“Yes.” 

“You seem like a jerk!”

Akari’s hand was still raised in the air from when she pointed a finger and accused him of his bad personality as the bickering from moments ago suddenly stopped and the room turned silent. 

The silence was quickly replaced by puffs of laughter that escaped Bakugo and Shoto who were desperately trying to hold back their amusement at the interaction. Deku anxiously tried to shush the boys from laughing too hard while timidly glancing back and forth between the number one hero and his friends. Endeavor sighed while moving a hand to rub at his temple from the growing headache he was experiencing, his eyes flared with annoyance as he sent a pointed glare in Bakugo’s direction. 

“It seems a delinquent can only raise more delinquents.” 

“At least my kids actually like me!” Bakugo sneered in response to his jab. 

Endeavor narrowed his eyes before glancing towards Shoto briefly, he opened his mouth to respond but the sound of a hand hitting his desk suddenly had stopped him before any words came out. Akari’s palm was still flat on the desk from where she had slapped the wood as she challenged the hero sitting in front of her. 

“My daddy is going to surpass you and become the number one hero! Just wait and see!” She boomed as her eyes lit up passionately. 

Yep, that’s definitely my daughter!

Fulfilled. On the night of the hot pot party, Akari had asked Bakugo and you how long it would take for her to manifest her quirk. The two of you had agreed that her quirk would appear at any time before or after she turned five years old but she seemed disheartened by the news. You and him had comforted the girl and explained that there was no need to feel rushed into manifesting a quirk, but Bakugo knew deep down that his daughter wanted to grow up quickly so her brother wouldn’t leave her behind. 

Akari and Eri played outside the dormitory while Bakugo watched from his seat beside you on the porch. Your head leaned against his shoulder as you yawned slightly and closed your eyes. A gentle breeze flew by and sent a shiver running down your spine before making you relax into his radiating warmth further. 

The girls continued giggles echoed into his ears as he took in the sight of his daughter happily playing with another child, his normally hardened eyes became gentle and his sharp eyebrows relaxed. Akari turned suddenly towards him and waved happily before whirling her body back around towards Eri, leaving him with a peaceful smile resting on his lips. 

Bakugo turned his head towards you and placed a quick and gentle kiss on your forehead before anyone else could see the act of PDA that occurred. Your eyes shot open in response as you quickly removed your head from his shoulder and looked up at him in surprise. 

“What was that for?” 

“I can’t kiss the person I’m dating?” 

“You don’t like to kiss me in public.” 

“I felt like it this time.” 

The heat rushed to your face as a blush crept onto your cheeks at his intense gaze that lingered on your lips. Your eyes lingered on his before slowly drifting down to his lips in anticipation, he leaned closer as he slowly advanced towards your lips. 

“You got a problem with that?” He breathed the question as he ghosted over your lips. 

“N-No-” You stuttered out before getting interrupted by sudden cries that filled the air. 

Bakugo and you pulled away from each other quickly as his eyes darted around the area searching for Akari. When his eyes landed on the girl, he jumped to his feet and ran towards his daughter who was sitting on her knees in the grass while Eri stroked her shoulder with an anxious expression on her face. His feet landed harshly on the ground next to his daughter before he leaned down and pulled the girl into his arms, while ran towards the scene with a worried expression and comforted the anxious looking Eri. 

“What happened?” You asked Eri gently as Bakugo continued to hold Akari protectively in his arms. 

“We were playing, but then Akari said her hands were feeling weird and she was in pain.” 

Bakugo glanced down at his daughter with eyebrows knitted together in worry. “Your hands are feeling weird?” 

“Daddy, they are tingling and it won’t stop!” Akari sniffled out as she peered up at him. 

He reached his hand out to take hold of hers and felt the warm heat that was radiating off of them. The traces of sweat trailing down her burnt red palms caught his attention and the slight scent of caramelized sugar filled his nose. Bakugo’s eyes widened slightly as he glanced towards you and met your questioning gaze, he nodded his head in your direction as he answered your unvoiced questions. 

When he had manifested his quirk he had the same tingling feeling appear in his hands and he knew it wouldn’t dissipate until she had set off a couple of sparks to ease her hands that were building up heat. 

“Akari, try flexing your hands like this.” Bakugo instructed as he showed her what to do. 

“Will it make the tingling go away?”

“You’ll see.” 

Akari flexed her hands as she was shown a few times with her brows knitted together in  frustration, she bit her lip as she focused on the muscles in her hands and felt a jolt rush through her arms. Her palms lit up as crackles popped and sizzled from her hands, the tingling feeling dwindling down the more she used her quirk. Her vermillion eyes lit up as she glanced up at her father and you happily with a beaming smile on her lips. 

“I GOT MY QUIRK!” 

“Yes, you got your quirk!” You cheered with her as she continued to show off the small crackling sparks in her hands. 

“Daddy! I can really be just like you now because I have the same quirk.” 

“Princess, you can do anything.” Bakugo said gently before he placed a hand on her head and ruffled her hair. 

“Now that you got your quirk, the first thing I want you to do when you go back to the future is beat up that little -” Bakugo started.  

“Bakugo! No!” You interrupted with a glare that he chose to ignore. 

“Beat up that little shithead! No one gets to talk down to you, understand?” 

“Yes Daddy!”

Depressed. A few days had passed since Akari manifested her quirk and the time seemed to rush by quickly as you and Bakugo took care of the girl in between classes and work studies.  Occasionally you two would switch off in rounds of who Akari would stay with for the night since you both attended different academies, however you had persuaded Aizawa into letting you stay over that night due to Akari’s pleading to fall asleep beside the both of them. 

Kirishima and Mina chased the girl around the lounge area as her giggles filled the room, Bakugo’s eyes drifted towards the group as he lazily slung his arm over your shoulder and yawned. 

“Are you tired? I know you usually go to sleep early.” You questioned as you extended a hand towards his face and trailed your fingers over his sharp knitted eyebrows. 

“I can stay up a bit longer. Also, I feel too comfortable beside you right now to move” He grumbled out tiredly as he leaned into your touch. 

“I’ll be beside you in bed, you know.” 

His eyes darkened slightly as a playful smirk formed on his lips, his gaze intensifying as he saw your cheeks heat up with a scarlet blush as you realized this would be the first time sharing a bed together. 

“Are you trying to tempt me y/n?” Bakugo teased trying to push down the blush that was attempting to dust his cheeks. 

“N-No, I was just-” 

“Telling me to take you to bed?” 

“You know that’s not what I meant.” 

Bakugo rose from his seat suddenly and stretched his arms before he called Akari over to him. Your eyes widened at the quick change of mind he had, when just moments ago he was too tired to move from his spot. 

“Where are you going?” 

Bakugo chuckled at your anxious reaction as he shot a playful smirk over his shoulder. “Your seduction attempt succeeded in waking me up.” 

“I was not seducing you!” 

“Yeah, yeah whatever. Are you coming to my room or not?” Bakugo questioned as Akari ran to his side eagerly. 

“Yes.” You shyly replied with a flushed face from the teasing you had endured. 

Bakugo lifted the little girl and carried her with one arm while he extended the other hand out towards you. Your eyes glanced up at him questioningly but when no response came from his lips, you had taken his hand in yours and he effortlessly helped you rise from the couch. The two of you continued to walk hand in hand to his dorm room while he carried Akari with his other arm. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The three of you slept peacefully that night, cuddled together in the small yet comfortable space of his dormitory bed. Your eyes fluttered open as a bright light flashed into the darkness of the room, disturbing your peaceful sleep. 

Your eyes adjusted to the light as you blinked and lifted your head to process what was going on. Your sleep filled brain is having trouble processing the sudden information so quickly after being forced awake. When your eyes finally adjusted to the light that engulfed your daughter and the pink mist that started to appear around her body, your eyes widened in shock. 

Your hands hurriedly grabbed onto Bakugo and as you eagerly shook his shoulders in an attempt to wake him up. After a few moments his eyes slowly opened and instantly glanced at the light and growing fog beside them. 

His expression fell at the sight before he peered down at you with saddened eyes, and you extended a hand towards his face to caress his cheek to comfort him. You knew how much he loved Akari and having her around the last two weeks caused him to grow attached to her more than you believe he realized. His hands gripped onto your waist tightly in a hug as he tried to stop himself from yanking the girl from the fog and waking her up so she wouldn’t leave. 

When the fog had finally disappeared once more, taking the girl back to the future, his head drooped as he leaned his forehead onto your shoulder. Silence filled the room as you continued to comfort him with gentle caresses and softly kissing his jawline and cheeks.

“Are you okay?”

“No.” He mumbled out under his breath, the saddened tone causing your heart to ache. 

“Is there anything you need?” 

“Yeah..” He trailed off while he pondered over his words. “You. I just need you to not leave me right now.”

The hammering in your chest echoed loudly in your ears as you blushed furiously at his request. You continued to stay in his tight embrace focusing your thoughts on the gentle comforting touches you would leave across his skin. 

 His lips moved greedily in search of yours after you had placed a kiss on his cheek and leaned away for a moment, one of his hands moved from the tight grip around your waist to the back of your neck pulling you back towards him. 

His eyes closed once more as his lips hastily locked against yours as he passionately kissed you. The feeling was intense, so intense that you felt as if you would get lost in the heat and the sweet caramel scent that was radiating off of him. 

Sighs and moans passed between their meeting lips, filling the emptiness of the room, both you and Bakugo having to fight to not lose composure completely in the heated moment. Though out of the two of them, it was you having the harder time restricting yourself as you whined in displeasure when Bakugo pulled back for a moment to catch his breath. 

His eyes met yours as he peered down at you and the heated gaze suddenly turned somber once more as he looked up towards the ceiling sighing. “It gets harder each time I have to say goodbye to them.” 

“It’s not really goodbye, not truly. You’ll see them again in the future and then you’ll never have to say goodbye again.” 

“I don’t want them coming back again, I don’t think I can go through this one more time.” 

“I know and I have a feeling there won’t be any more trips.” 

“Akari looked so much like you, it left me speechless at how beautiful she was when I first saw her.” 

“Now you know how I felt when I saw Katsuro.” You giggled as you ran your fingers through his sleep tousled hair. 

“Let's go back to sleep, we have class in the morning.” He grumbled out after he took a glance at the time on his phone. 

“Do you want to talk some more?” 

“No, I’m just glad you were here because I think it would be harder for me if you weren’t.” 

“I’ll always be here for you Katsuki.” 

“Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

Confident. The rest of that night was warm and needy cuddles between you two as you both peacefully fell back into a deep sleep. The sun rose high into the sky and shined brightly through the crack in the curtains and lit up the darkness of the room, waking you up in the process as you groaned at the sunlight hitting your tired eyes. 

“I take it you're not a morning person?” A deep sleep filled voice roused out. 

You turned your head in the direction of the voice to see Bakugo sitting up in the bed beside you, his hair tousled messily as he rolled his shoulders to ease the tension in his muscles. 

“I hate mornings.” 

Bakugo chuckled lightly as he reached a hand down to your head and ran his fingers through your hair. “That makes sense.” 

“Hmm.” You hummed in agreement before continuing. “How are you feeling?” 

“Better actually, sleeping next to you helps that's for sure.” 

“Haha, stop teasing me.” 

“I’m being serious, I actually feel better today. Remember what you said last night about it not being goodbye forever?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You're right I’ll see them again, and the harder I work the sooner I get to having a family with you.” He said confidently. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m thinking as soon as I hit the charts of the hero board we should reward ourselves with a family.” 

“Katsuki!” You said playfully as you slapped his chest. 

“What? You want to have kids before then?” He teased. 

“We need to get married first.” 

“Who said we weren’t?” He replied as he peered down at you with a smirk on his lips. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

“GET OUT OF MY WAY DEKU!” Akari barked out at the dark green haired boy as she imitated her father. 

“Woah! Mini Kaachan!” He exclaimed as he took in the girl’s appearance. 

“I said move it loser!” Akari ordered again. 

Deku moved out of the way nervously as he watched Akari and Bakugo walk into the lounge area, Bakugo threw a proud look over his shoulder as he passed him with a shiteating grin etched onto his face. 

The students in the lounge area immediately stopped what they were doing to focus on the costume-clad daughter of Bakugo who walked into the room with a proud smile on her lips at her first attempt of imitating her father. 

“OMG! THAT’S ADORABLE!” Mina exclaimed at the sight of Akari in a mini version of Bakugo’s hero costume. 

“Bakugo Cosplay?” Sero questioned in amazement.

“What should we call you Akari?! Mini Lord Explosion Murder?!” Kirishima gushed watching as the four year old showed off her costume. 

“No! I’m Princess Explosion Murder, get it right Uncle Shitty Hair!” 

“AH! Of course, my bad!” 

Akari climbed up on the coffee table suddenly in order to feel more equal in height to the students around her in the room before she continued talking. 

“I’m going to beat all of you extras and become the number one hero!” She exclaimed loudly. 

Bakugo leaned his back against a wall as he watched her in pride, the grin plastered across his face never dropping. The sight of his daughter in his costume was even better than he imagined and watching her imitate him was the best thing he could ask for to make his day. His thoughts trailed off as the loud and rowdy students laughed and gushed at Akari’s attempts at Bakugo cosplay. 

I wonder how y/n would look in my colors…

Eijiro Kirishima:

A five year old girl stood there before them, fear clearly written on her face as tears welled up in her eyes. 

Shocked. At the sight of the child, everyone's nerves calmed down as they tried to understand the situation, Including Kirishima who breathed out a lengthy sigh of relief. He took another glance towards the girl that was now being comforted by All Might as he tried to use his hero form to show the girl she was safe. 

His body froze as he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. His heart raced as he struggled to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each quick inhale and exhale. The girl looked similar to him in too many ways for him to not be shocked by her appearance, each trait he found in the girl became more familiar to him the more he saw. 

The girl’s hair ran long and dipped below her shoulders, it was primarily black with one money piece section that framed her face being y/h/c shade. Her bright y/e/c eyes sparkled as she stared at All Might’s hero form, reminding him of you whenever you got excited about something. The little nose that he saw twitch as she sniffled and wiped away the remaining of her tears looked identical to your own. The smile that overtook the quivering lip beamed brightly up at All Might, a smile he believed originally belonged to him paired with cute little dimples on the side that matched your own. 

No one except Mina and you knew what he had looked like before attending U.A., so he knew that no one would pick up on the glaringly obvious traits he had pieced together so quickly. His mind raced for possibilities of how this could be possible, or if it was just a coincidence that a child existed somewhere who managed to look like a perfect mixture of you and him. 

She really looks like she could be y/n and I’s secret love child…

A hand slapped his shoulder roughly, breaking him from his thoughts as he turned his head in shock at the sudden attack. Mina’s furrowed eyebrows and questioning eyes greeted him along with you being pulled behind her, you looked just as surprised as him as he saw your eyes take another glance towards the girl. 

“Do you two have something to tell me?! Like maybe why there's a five year old girl who looks like your child in All Might’s arms right now?!” Mina whispered harshly as she tried to keep her observations from the other students. 

“N-no.” You stammered out still trying to process your thoughts. 

“We didn’t have a secret love child!” Kirishima whispered harshly back. “We are just as surprised by her appearance as you are.” 

“How is it possible that she looks so similar to us?” You questioned under your breath. 

Kirishima stared into your eyes as he felt a warm flush spread across his face at the thought of having a child with you. He tried to stay calm as his chest pounded wildly but he knew deep down there had to be a possibility of the girl being his daughter, his mind reeled from the conclusion it had jumped to.

Baffled. There was a resounding silence that echoed as a joyful cheer filled the air. The girl had managed to see you and Kirishima once she had looked around at the students, her finger was high in the air as it pointed directly at the group that had been debating the child’s origins just moments before. 

“Daddy!” The girl shouted happily as everyone froze at her statement. 

Kirishima felt his classmate’s eyes wander over to him as they jerked their heads in the direction the girl was pointing. The blush that had been burning his cheeks had turned crimson as it crept to his neck and ears, blood rushing to his head at being addressed ‘daddy’ by a child he could only imagine his future daughter to look like.  

"Do you know this kid Shitty Hair?" Bakugo grumbled out as he questioned. 

He shook his head ‘no’ slightly in surprise, before he saw how the girl’s smile dropped at his rejection. Her lower lip quivered as tears shimmered in her eyes at the realization that the father she knew didn’t know who she saw, All Might nervously tried to make the girl smile once more before she started crying again. 

“Daddy?” She sniffled as she locked eyes with Kirishima. 

The weight of his guilt of rejecting her bore down on him, making his chest feel heavy and tight. He felt like he was suffocating under the pressure of his mistake because he knew deep down she was his daughter even if he didn’t know how or why she was there, he knew she was his. 

“I’m sorry, I was wrong. She is my daughter.” Kirishima blurted out as he extended his arms towards the girl in an invitation for her to come to him. 

The girl quickly managed to escape from All Might’s arms as she jumped down and ran straight to Kirishima, jumping into his arms as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. 

“Daddy, why did you say you didn’t know me?” The girl cried into his shoulder, letting the tears fall freely down her face and onto his skin. 

“I was just a bit surprised to see you here so suddenly, I’m sorry that was very mean of me huh?” 

“Yes! It was very mean!” 

“I won’t do it again, I promise.” 

“Pinky swear?” She asked cutely, finally lifting her head from his shoulder while extending her pinky upwards. 

He locked his pinky finger around her tiny one and repeated her words confidently. “Pinky swear!” 

Everyone watched the interaction between the two in shock and amazement at the developed information they had to process. Questioning glances were sent his way from his classmates as they tried to figure out what was going on and if the child was really his or not, while he just returned each glance he met with a nervous smile before anxiously turning towards you to see your reaction.

You smiled softly in return and placed a comforting hand on his arm to reassure him that you weren’t angry that he had claimed the girl without talking to you beforehand. In fact you were going to urge him to accept her just as he did when you saw how broken she looked at him rejecting her. 

"Kirishima and y/n have kids!?!?" Tetsutetsu bellowed loudly as he figured out who the other parent would obviously be. 

Chaos erupted as Kirishima wrapped his free arm that wasn’t holding his new daughter around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, making sure to keep a steady grip on his daughter with his other hand. Your eyes were wide as he stood next beside you proudly, not reacting to the chaos swirling around his newly formed family but instead mentally trying to process now having a daughter out of thin air.

Your mind swirled for answers, but you couldn't help the deep blush that took over your face as Kirishima’s hand held you protectively to him. The action made your heart flutter loudly in your ears. You two have been dating almost since the beginning of the year, but as you glanced up at him you believed this was the coolest you have ever seen him. He was so prepared to protect and defend you and this girl that he wholeheartedly knew was his daughter. In this moment you two didn't just look like a cute couple, but instead a real family. 

Tetsutetsu made his way over to the newly formed family as he admired Kirishima in awe, he bowed his head quickly before raising his head once more to lock eyes with the red headed boy. 

“You really are a man! I respect you for taking care of your family!” 

Kirishima’s skin burned from crimson to a scarlet shade at the honest compliment given to him by his class b counterpart. While you giggled at his side at how flustered Kirishima became from becoming a father. 

Vlad King managed to gain control over the rowdy students, instructing everyone to the dormitories. "We are stopping classes here today while we investigate what is happening, everyone return to your dormitories.”

Fascinated. After comforting the girl at the dormitory, y/n was able to coax out bits and pieces of information from her. Your subtle questions being simple and easy for a five year old to understand and much less intimidating than when Vlad King had attempted to question the girl.Your ability to be calm and collected in this situation mesmerized him, was the sudden appearance of a child not as shocking to you as it was for him? He seemed to be the only one out of the two of you that was struggling to process the situation since every time she called him ‘daddy’ his mind would freeze out of joy and shock from the acquirement of the title. 

"My name is Emiko Kirishima!" The girl happily introduced herself to the students.

The sight of the girl’s bright smile and her eyes gleaming with happiness had everybody in the room beaming with joy as she quickly fit into your group of friends that were gushing over her cuteness. Her smiles lit up the room and eased the tension that had weighed on the student’s shoulders from earlier, and you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips as you watched her. 

And then there was Kirishima, sitting beside you on the sofa with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. He pulled you close and intertwined your fingers with his. You couldn’t help the bright smile that formed on your lips as you leaned into him, and he laid his head on top of yours. This was an unexpected turn in your relationship since neither of you planned on having a daughter so suddenly thrown onto you, but in this moment with Emiko laughing happily with the rest of your classmates and you two sitting together in peace it was a turn of events that you didn’t mind happening.

“She’s here because of me, well technically my quirk.” you stated nervously while you gave his hand a quick squeeze.

“What do you mean?” 

“You know how my quirk is time skip? I can go back or forward in time up to five seconds. Well it seems her quirk is a mutation from mine and she accidentally sent herself here after manifesting it.”

“Woah! It’s amazing that she has such a strong quirk especially when she just manifested it!” Kirishima boasted. 

“I bet with a quirk like that she will be a great hero some day, well if that’s what she wants to do when she gets older that is!”

You lowered your head as you grimaced at his praise of the quirk she inherited from you, feeling guilt take over your restless thoughts. Your eyebrows furrowed as you kept your gaze trained in the floor beneath your feet before his voice broke you out of the self doubt that had plagued your mind. 

“Y/N-” He muttered under his breath with the corners of his lips turning downward. 

“Just because her quirk is related to yours doesn’t mean it’s your fault that she’s here.” 

“She doesn’t know how to use her quirk yet, so she won’t be able to get back home on her own and if I didn’t have this quirk I wouldn’t have passed it onto her and caused her to feel so helpless.” 

“Don’t say that. Your quirk is one of the many reasons we met and will someday have that beautiful girl over there, everything is going to be okay. We will get her back home, I promise.” He reassured you. “Look at her smiling and laughing with Kaminari right now, I don’t think she’s too worried about it either because she believes in us.”

“You’re right! I’ll believe in us too.”

When his eyes met yours, it was clear that he was filled with assurance. A gentle smile came across his face in response to the connection between you two. It was a moment full of warmth and admiration. Seeing this, you suddenly felt a wave of calmness wash over you. It was a state of mind that allowed you to let go of all your worries, doubts, and fears. It allowed you to feel safe in a world where no one could harm you. And for a brief moment in time, it gave you the impression that you were invincible. After all, what could possibly go wrong with  this great man and the person he thought so highly of? 

"I do not know what will happen in the future. But I want you to know that I will always try to keep you and our child safe." He said confidently.

“How chivalrous of you! Talking like that makes you seem very manly.”  

”Of course, I will never let anything hurt you or our family, no matter what I will protect the people I love."  

The words echoed in your mind as a small smile formed on your lips, your eyes softened as you looked at him with an affectionate gaze. 

"Then, I guess the only thing we can do now is take each day as it comes until we get her back home." 

He smiled back at her. "You're right, let's just enjoy the time we have together with her now." 

A sly smirk formed on your lips as you thought back to the statement he had so confidently a few moments before, your eyes gleamed and you fluttered your eyelashes gently in his direction.

"So you love me?" You questioned, repeating what he had said as a blush crept up your face. 

A deep flush quickly spread across his face, giving a distinct hue to it that was almost identical to the dyed color of his hair. Struggling for words, he stumbled trying to form an answer as his eyes widened in realization that he had admitted he loved you for the first time without thinking absentmindedly. 

"Um... No. Wait. That’s not..Um...I mean.."

“Try to breathe.” 

“No, It’s just… I wanted the first time I said I loved you to be more memorable than me just saying it in passing. I totally screwed it up.” He sighed as he lowered his head. 

You extended a hand out to lift his chin upwards once more so that you could look into his crimson eyes. 

“Well technically you haven’t answered my question yet, so you can do it now.” 

“I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you in my life. I love you y/n, and I would do anything for you to see yourself the way I see you.” His voice was full of awe as he confessed to you. 

“Kirishima..” His hand came up and brushed the tear that had slid down your cheek. 

“Y/N?” 

“I love you too, more than anything in the world!" You breathed out, your heart fluttering.

“Woah! Even more than our daughter?” 

“Okay, you might be a close second.” 

Enchanted. He watched you from afar as Izuku rambled beside him at the possibilities of Emiko’s quirk as how they can try to train her to use it well enough to get her back home. Aizawa had already informed him and you that he would look into her quirk and practice with her the same way he has been with Eri so that way they didn’t have to work on this alone. 

His eyes wandered back over to you as his concentration broke from the conversation, Emiko was practically attached to your hip as the two of you danced around the lounge to the music. Toru and Mina had suggested a dance party which ended up with the two of you joining happily as you twirled the girl around. Watching you so effortlessly dance and how fluid and graceful your movements seemed to be at the same time enchanted him, he knew you took dance classes when you were younger but he had never actually seen you dance. 

Amazement settled into his features as a slight blush dusted his cheeks while he continued to watch you, even when your tiny dance partner had missed a step you carried on with ease as you directed her in your movements. You glided around the sofas as you swiftly brought her along with you, your beaming smile making you look radiant as you twirled happily to the music. 

Emiko had almost tripped, but you caught her effortlessly lifting her up and twirling her in the air before placing her back down on the ground once more. Ochacho had almost bumped into the two of you when she wasn’t paying attention, but you swiftly moved out of the way while looking as if you weren’t dazed in the slightest. You truly were able to be in your element with your daughter and the music and caused a soft smile to form on his lips as he witnessed the moment. 

How did I get so lucky?

Kirishima’s thoughts were interrupted when a tiny hand suddenly waved in front of his eyes. You stood before him, Emiko held in your arms as you both smiled happily at him. Emiko’s hand was extended out towards him eagerly, he gave her a bright smile in return and took the small hand in his. 

"I thought you might want to dance with us." you laugh.

“You were right, I do want to dance with you.” 

Emiko beamed as she pointed towards Shoto. "Can I dance with the boy over there too? He's really handsome." 

He coughed viciously as he almost choked on the air he breathed in. Kirishima’s face paled as his eyes widened at his daughter’s statement, before he sent a pointed glare towards the unaware classmate. 

This isn’t happening! It’s too early for her to find boys attractive! 

“Never.”

Panicked. He had barely caught the girl from falling off the bed that she had decided to use as a makeshift trampoline that morning. Her giggles continued as he safely placed her on the ground and tried to chastise her for her dangerous actions. When he had taken his eyes off of her a moment ago to finish getting dressed for the day the last thing he imagined when he took a glance back at her would be her tiny feet slipping into the air and her head tumbling downwards towards the floor. 

Adrenaline was still pumping as he tried to slow the fast beats of his heart. The panicked feeling faded as frustration bubbled over when he saw that the girl was still giggling happily over her actions. 

His thoughts raced as he touched the scar on his eyebrow, he quickly ran his eyes over the girl to make sure she hadn’t accidentally hurt herself during her dangerous attempt at playing before he knelt down and peered into her eyes seriously. 

“Emiko, you can’t act so dangerously! You could have gotten seriously hurt! How many times do I have to warn you about jumping on the bed?” He scolded. 

“I-I just wanted to play..” 

“I know sweetie, but you can’t be so reckless. I don’t want to see you get hurt and end up with scars like I have okay?”

“Okay…” She shyly agreed with her head lowered. 

“How about if you don’t tell y/n about this, I’ll give you Ice cream after breakfast?” He bribed the young girl, knowing all too well that you had already warned him not to take his eyes off her while she was on the bed. 

“REALLY?!” Emiko cheered happily. 

“Really!” 

“Okay! I’ll keep it a secret from y/n!” 

The sudden clattering noise of the door as it opened made Kirishima jerk his head in the direction of his dormitory door to see you standing there with your eyes narrowed and a sly smirk formed on your lips. 

“Keeping a secret from me huh?” 

“Wait, it’s not-” 

“Emiko!” You said sweetly as you attempted to tempt the girl into siding with you. “If you tell me what happened, I'll make you fudge brownies.”

“Deal!” 

“What!?” Kirishima remarked, shocked at how easily his daughter switched sides. 

“Brownies are better than ice cream!” Emiko replied innocently. 

“How did you know that would work?” 

“It was a guess, I’ve always liked brownies over ice cream too.” 

Disappointed. That night Kirishima returned from his hero work study from Fatgums agency he had plans to spend the rest of his time with you and Emiko, and for the most part he was able to fulfill those plans. He had made dinner with you, and watched movies with his daughter and even played with her for as long as he could before the girl was obviously too tired from the exhausting day and needed to go to bed. 

When the two of you had put the girl to sleep in his bed and began getting ready to sleep beside her yourselves, you had noticed that she had begun having a pink mist develop around her as it slowly formed into a deep fog like the one that had brought her here. Your eyes widened as you bright kirishima’s attention towards the fog, your eyebrows raised in shock as you could no longer see your daughter's figure through the fog that was covering her body. 

His heart sank as the god disappeared along with his daughter who had been laying on the bed moments ago. He never got to say goodbye to the girl before she left and that crushed him inside more than anything else. He wanted to be able to wish her good luck in the future and remind her how much he loved her before she disappeared back to the right timeline with the future versions of themselves waiting for her to return. 

She’s going to wake up at home and not know how much I’m missing her at this very moment. 

Maybe I should have stayed home from the work study this week just so I could have spent more time with her… 

Proud. The rest of that night was filled with tears and needy cuddles , as he refused to let go of your figure, half afraid you would disappear as well he didn't keep a firm hold on you. His tears finally stopped as he fell into a deep peaceful sleep, while you brushed away the remaining wet tears that rolled down his eyes.

The sunlight filled the room through the opening in the curtain as your eyes adjusted to the morning light, blinking away the sleep that had taken over you.

You look down to Kirishima's face that was nestled on your chest as his arms were wrapped securely around you in a tight embrace. His face was peaceful as he continued to sleep through the morning hours. You gently brushed some hair out of his eyes and behind his ear as he flinched at the movement , eyes slowly opening to take in your figure beneath him highlighted by the sunlight of the room.

"Good morning Kiri, how are you feeling?" You gently questioned while running your hands through his tousled sleep hair.

“A bit better than last night, that’s for sure.” 

“Really? That’s good.”

“Yeah, I realized something. I still have you and that’s all I need for now, because I know someday we are going to have a beautiful family again.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

Kirishima carried Emiko on his shoulders while he ran down the hallway towards the classroom, the girl giggling happily with her hands raised in the air to feel like she was on her own personal roller coaster. 

You watched from a few steps behind as you followed them, a soft smile on your face as you watched the two of them bond. 

“Hey daddy?” The girl asked suddenly as she stopped giggling and her face became more serious. 

“What’s up sweetheart?” 

“Will I be able to go to school here like Ryuichi and Ryuji are going to?” 

“Whose Ryuichi and Ryuji? Are they your friends?” 

“Oh right! I forgot that you don’t know about them yet, they are my brothers!” 

The air caught in your lungs as you choked viciously as you listened to their conversation. Finding out you had more children with Kirishima shouldn’t be that shocking considering you have a daughter that time traveled, but for some reason the sudden knowledge that  there were more kids you didn’t know just yet made your heart skip a beat. 

“Brothers?!” You exclaimed from the shock. 

“Yes, my twin brothers! Everyone says they are going to go to U.A. just like you two, but I want to go too.” 

“Emiko, did you forget that your quirk is related to y/n’s? I believe you can do anything you want in the future sweetheart.” 

“You really believe I could be a hero too?!” 

“Of course! You are our daughter after all!”

Neito Monoma:

A five year old girl stood there before them, her hands clenched into fists at her side as she cautiously surveyed her environment.  

Alarmed. At the sight of the girl, everyone’s nerves had calmed as the adrenaline pumping through their veins dwindled down. However the presence of the child caused Monoma’s heart to pound louder in panic, struck with a feeling that something wasn’t right with this situation. He took another glance towards the girl who was now being questioned and comforted by All Might and Vlad King. 

Was no one else thinking that this child could be working with villains?...

His heart pounded against his ribcage as he took in their appearance, which became more familiar to him the more traits he saw. The conversations and noise happening around him faded as he was frozen in shock at the sight. His mind went into full alarm as he tried to process what he was seeing before him as he studied the girl. 

The girl’s hair was a warm blonde shade matching his own and the light y/e/c eyes were almost identical to yours, the only difference being the pupils were bright white just like his own. Her nose scrunched up cutely as she tried to calm down, just like he noticed yours would always do. The smile that lit up her face as All Might transformed into his hero form originally belonged to you, even the laugh that escaped from her lips was a perfect harmony matching the one he listened to so often coming from you. This girl might have been a miniature female version of him, but he could easily pick out the traits he could trace back to you. 

Kendo was just as quick at piecing together the traits.

"Monoma, do you have a younger sister?" She curiously asked. 

Monoma was so perplexed at the appearance of the girl; he hadn't heard Kendo’s question at first, causing her to repeat herself for a second time. His thoughts raced as a worrisome thought echoed into the back of his mind, making his thoughts run haywire which he chose to try and ignore. 

His body was still too tense in order to respond properly, so he settled for simply shaking his head ‘no’ while his face twisted showing the crippling anxiety eating away at him. Monoma’s eyes nervously darted to find you amongst the crowd, once his eyes landed on you he had visibly relaxed his shoulders a bit and let out a harsh breath while Kendo’s eyes trailed after him to find what or who he had been searching for. 

You and Sesuna had been sending hushed whispers back and forth before you paused for a brief moment, the sudden feeling of being watched had the hairs on your neck stand up as you turned around and noticed his stare, waving happily in return. 

"The girl looks exactly like what I imagined y/n & I's daughter would look like." he whispered under his breath, barely above a whisper. 

Monoma still had his eyes trained on you, his mind reeling from the conclusion it had jumped to. 

Flustered. There was a resounding silence that echoed as a heavenly voice excitedly filled the air. The girl had managed to see you among the students, and ran past the two teachers that were questioning her as she happily rejoiced in your presence. Your arms had opened as if on instinct, and the small girl jumped into your arms with her face smiling brightly at you in the same way you had grown accustomed to seeing Monoma's smile.

"Do you know this girl y/n?" Yui questioned, her face eyebrows furrowed in thought as she peered at the girl's familiar appearance. 

You shook your head 'no' silently in surprise, while offering comforting pats along the small girl's back. The girl was too busy to pay attention to your conversation, much less your response to it as she looked around the crowd of students, eyes desperately searching for someone in particular. 

"Daddy!" The girl shouted suddenly as she left the embrace of your arms. 

The girl ran excitedly in the direction of Monoma and your heart fluttered at the sight, the pieces of the puzzle started to click together as you noticed how similar she looked to the boy she was running towards. Monoma’s eyes widened as he witnessed the small girl run towards him after addressing him as ‘daddy.’ He stood frozen in place, his face contorted into a mixture of fright and confusion.

She slowed to a stop as she stood in front of him after noticing that he didn’t immediately extend his arms out to her as you had. She tilted her head in confusion as she peered up at him, her arms raised expectantly as she waited. 

He visibly stiffened from the tension coursing through his veins, the tips of his ears turning bright red as a deep blush crept up his neck and to his cheeks. Upon seeing the girl peering up at him and her eyes sparkling with affection for him, his thoughts became muddled. He felt as if his heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat broke out on his skin, it was like an icy hand that gripped his heart and refused to let go. 

Monoma’s light blue eyes glanced from the girl to you, silently telling you his assumptions that this girl had to be their daughter. 

"Daddy?" The girl whimpered, her y/e/c eyes glossy. 

A jolt of electricity ran through his body, a sudden feeling of guilt overtook his heart as he saw the tears the girl had been holding back due to his inability to comprehend the situation. He reacted on impulse, not wanting to see the girl in front of him shed tears due to his slow thinking. He knelt down on the ground extending his arms openly for the girl, the deep blush still burning his skin as he waited for her to enter his embrace. 

She studied at him for a moment, questioning if she should before she wrapped her arms around his neck and lowered her head on his shoulder. She hugged him tightly as he lifted her in his arms carrying her protectively as he moved a comforting hand along her back. 

"Monoma and y/n have kids!?!?" Awase bellowed loudly.

“How sinful to have a child out of wedlock, to think someone in our class would have done something so inappropriate. I will pray that your sins be washed away!” Ibara condemned with harsh judgment etched onto her face. 

Chaos erupted as Monoma walked over to you with hasty steps, making sure to keep a steady grip on his daughter. Your eyes widened as you tried to process all the questions being thrown at you and your boyfriend about the sudden appearance of the girl, your thoughts racing as you didn’t know how to answer their demands. He stood beside you, taking your hand in his as he rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand in silence. 

Your mind swirled for answers, but you couldn't help the deep blush that took over your face as Monoma’s free hand held yours. The comforting action made your heart somersault as your cheeks turned pink. Monoma still hadn’t said a word, only sharing a glance with you every now and then with a gentle comforting smile formed on his lips to assure you everything would be okay. 

“Okay! I think we should end class for today, everyone is free to go back to the dormitories!” All Might announced suddenly, catching everyone’s attention. 

“Monoma, y/n! Don’t think this is over, we will be there later to get more information on why she’s here.” Vlad king demanded with a pointed glare thrown in Monoma’s direction.

Horrified. After returning to the dormitory, the chaos from before had settled down. You were able to comfort the girl easily and managed to coax out bits and pieces of information from her before the bubbly girl got comfortable enough to start introducing herself to the rest of your classmates. The way you were able to so easily care for the girl who had suddenly appeared into your life shocked him, he had been struggling over his plaguing thoughts on whether or not he would be able to be a parent for this girl and here you were taking everything in stride so effortlessly. 

“My name is Sayaka Monoma!” The girl happily introduced herself to the students who eagerly greeted her back. 

Monoma watched from afar, his mind still reeling as he tried to process being a father. His back leaned against the wall as he thought in silence, before you found yourway beside him. His light blue eyes glanced at you softly, as he offered a gentle smile that greeted his lips. The dormitory entrance opened suddenly to reveal Vlad King walking into the lounge, his eyes narrowed as he surveyed the room for the girl. 

Once his eyes had landed on the girl who was being twirled in the air by Shishida, he sent a pointed look towards Monoma and you before sighing and shaking his head. Vlad King motioned for Sayaka to sit down on one of the sofa’s while he prepared himself to investigate her appearance. 

“I think it’s time we find out why she is here, don’t you?” 

Monoma’s eyes drifted towards his daughter where he noticed her hesitating while walking towards the sofa. He quickly walked towards the girl and extended a hand outwards to her, which she eagerly intertwined with her own. 

“There’s no reason to be afraid, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Monoma reassured the girl as he led her to the sofa. 

“I’m not in trouble?” 

“Of course not, we are just curious as to why you're here, that's all.”

“Then why does that man look so scary?” 

“That’s just his face! If he’s too scary to look at you can just look at me instead.” 

“Hey I don’t look scary! Do I?!” Vlad King chimed in with his eyebrows furrowed. 

“You do look a bit intense, especially for a five year old sensei.” You responded while taking a seat on the other side of Sayaka. 

“Let’s just get this over with.” 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Vlad King scratched the scruff on his chin in thought as the girl continued to share her memory of the moments leading to her appearance at the school. He leaned back into the couch as he shoulders slouched from exhaustion while he listened intently as she babbled on about her morning before arriving on the campus forest. 

“My quirk is copy so I can copy other quirks and use them, just like my daddy!” She babbled, Monoma’s ears perking at the information. 

His eyes narrowed as he turned to whisper into your ear. “I have a bad feeling about where this is going.” 

“There’s this kid at school who has a time travel quirk and everyone always praised him so much just because of his quirk.” 

“I don’t like where this is going either.” You whispered back. 

“So I copied his quirk to show everyone it’s not so great!” 

The room was silent at the girl’s confession as they processed the information, tension filling the air as Monoma sighed heavily and lowered his head in his hands. The fact that his daughter had copied the quirk and used it to bring herself her was one of the worst possibilities he had imagined, if her quirk worked exactly like his then she would need to copy the quirk once more before she could go back home, and the worst thing was that the kid who had the quirk hadn’t been born yet. The only thing they could hope for now is if they could find someone with a similar quirk or if the quirk she had copied works on a timer and once a certain amount of time passes that she would go back on her own. Even the kid or his family managing to come back into the past and bringing her back themselves would work as long as she gets back eventually. 

“Monoma it’s okay, relax” You said as you rubbed his back gently trying to comfort him out of his restless thoughts. 

“How is this okay?!” He scoffed. 

“This is one of the worst case scenarios I ran through in my head, we may never be able to get her back home.” 

“We will get her home, I believe in us. So for now, let’s just focus on taking care of her okay?” 

“Are you really not worried at all?”

“Why would I be? I have you by my side, don’t I” 

“Ha, y/n I don’t know how you do it.” 

“Do what?” 

“Make me fall more in love with you everyday.”

Mystified. He watched you from afar, Kendo’s rambles about how the time travel quirk could work brought him out of his thoughts as he tried to pay attention.

His eyes wandered back over to you, Sayaka practically attached to your  hip as you flawlessly moved around the kitchen. Astonishment settled on his features, even when the girl had gotten in your way or when she had tried to open the stove on her own, you handled it effortlessly like a dance.

Gilded around Sayaka to grab ingredients. Grabbed her hand and twirled her in another direction. She asked to lick the cookie dough off the spoon, you swiftly complied with a laugh. Syaka starts to get impatient waiting for the timer to ding, you pull out frosting colors for her to help you choose how to decorate the cookies in order to keep her occupied. Tiny hands tried to reach for the newly baked cookies without you looking, you lightly tapped them away with your fingers and a smile.

How are you so amazing?

You don't have siblings and he’s never seen you babysit, but you were so naturally able to take care of the girl standing beside you. 

Monoma's thoughts were interrupted when a cookie lightly touched his lips. You stood before him, Sayaka held in your arms as you both smiled happily at him. Sayaka hand held out a cookie to his face eagerly, he gave her a bright smile in return and took a big bite of the cookie.

"My Love, tell him what you just told me." you laugh.

Sayaka beamed. "Daddy gets the first one!"

He coughed viciously as he almost choked on the treat. The two of you had laughed at his response.

Proud. Two days passed since Sayaka appeared, and you had started to realize just how much she resembled Monoma in not only looks but also personality. Monoma is sweet and caring when it comes to his classmates and friends , but when it came to people he didn’t care for then his personality was a bit more twisted and demeaning and it seemed that was something your sweet daughter inherited from the eccentric blonde. 

“Monoma, what is Sayaka wearing?” You questioned with raised eyebrows as you motioned towards the mini replica of his hero costume. 

“Obviously it’s a hero costume that looks exactly like mine!” He boasted in response. 

“Where did you even get that, wait- never mind. Where are you going?” 

“To show those Class A delinquents who has the best daughter in the future.”  

“Monoma-” 

“Sayaka tell y/n what you told me!” 

“They think they're better just because they have flashy quirks, but daddy is better than all of them because he can copy any of their quirks!” She boasted.

“Exactly! Why should I let my daughter live in their shadow when she shines just as brightly, she deserves to let those idiots know who is really more talented!” 

“Daddy is so cool! How did Class A ever get more popular than Class B when you were in school?! All the attention should have been on you!” 

“Oh angel! You know those delinquents are always getting in trouble with some villain or another, making the school look bad and hogging the spotlight for themselves.” 

“Those Idiots!” 

“Angel, you make your daddy so proud!” Monoma gushed over his daughter. 

You sighed as you brought a hand to your forehead where a headache had started to grow tremendously as you listened to the two rant over Class 1-A and what they had planned to say when they got to the other dormitory. You brought out your phone as you sent a text discreetly to the class representative, Kendo to warn her about their plans so that she could retrieve them. 

“Would you like to come with us y/n?” Monoma asked with a bright smile plastered on his face. 

“No, I’ll just wait here. I have a feeling you won’t be gone long.”

Relieved. That night after dinner with the rest of your classmates, a faint pink mist started to form around the girl. You drew Monoma's attention to the growing mist as your hand clasped around his.

He watched in beside you as the mist turned into a deep fog that made it harder to distinguish her features as it covered her completely. His heart sank as he realized that would be that last day they spent together until she was brought into this world again, his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes glistened while he fought back the tears that threatened to fall down his cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to have her go back home to the future versions of themselves, but he didn’t think that saying goodbye to their future daughter would make him feel so empty at watching her leave. 

“Monoma, are you okay?” You questioned once the fog disappeared once more with no sign of the girl who had been standing there moments before. 

He let out a harsh breath as he sighed. “I’m not going to lie. I’m sad that she’s gone but I’m relieved she’s back home safely in the future.” 

“I’m relieved that she’s back home, but I'm going to miss her tonight. I’ve gotten so used to cuddling her over the last few nights, It will be weird to sleep alone again.” 

Monoma’s body stiffened as a sly smirk formed on his lips and a blush crept up the back of his neck. He pondered over his words for a few moments before he came to the conclusion that take a chance on what he wanted to say regardless of the consequences of doing so. 

“That’s an easy fix.” Monoma chuckled as he intertwined your hand in his once more. 

“How so?” 

“Cuddle me instead.” 

Optimistic. The next morning the sunlight beamed into the dark dorm room, filling it with warm sunlight as Monoma’s light blue eyes opened slowly to adjust to the rays of light. He tried to move his hand to his face so that he could rub the remains of sleep from his tired eyes, but there had been a weight that stopped his arm from moving. 

His tired eyes blinked slowly as he glanced down to where his arm had been resting, the soft tresses of y/h/c hair cascading over his skin as you used his arm as a pillow beneath your head. Your face was peaceful as you slept unaware of the boy who was watching you with softened eyes and the gentle smile that caressed his lips. 

Monoma leaned closer to you as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead, wishing you more peaceful dreams as his eyes closed once more. He lowered his back down on the pillow as a bright smile plastered over his lips. 

I want to wake up like this every morning. 

Soon I’ll be able to, because we will have a family of our own.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

Monoma had the idea for the last few days that had spent with his daughter, everyone complimented and gushed over how much she looked like him. It was only natural for her to be a daddy’s girl since she seemed to admire him and look up to him so highly, so he wanted to give her something he thought she would enjoy more than anything else. 

He had gone out of his way to ask Momo if she would be willing to create an exact replica of his hero costume for Sayaka to wear. She of course had said no the first and second time, but after three days of him badgering her whenever he could, she had relented and finally agreed to his request. 

Sayaka was sitting on his bed, waiting eagerly for the present he had mentioned to her before he handed her the bag that held the custom created outfit. Her eyes lit up as she beamed happily at him once she held the outfit in her tiny hands, she jumped up from her spot as she immediately hugged him from the excitement. 

“Daddy! Thank you! Now I can be just like you!” 

“Angel, you don’t need a costume to be just like me. You already are just like me and y/n, that will never change.” 

“Even if I don’t end up being a hero like you two?” 

“No matter what you do in the future, you will still be our daughter.”

“I love you daddy.” 

“I love you too, Sayaka.” Monoma repeated tenderly. 

“Oh, but one more thing. I’m your favorite hero, right angel?” 

“Of course daddy!” 

“Good, let’s keep it that way.”

Mirio Togata:

A seven year old girl stood there trembling with fear as tears shimmered in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. 

“I think we should call for Mirio and y/n.” Deku announced after seeing the girl. 

Astonished. The loud slam that emitted as the door opened caused him to jerk his head away from Eri and towards the direction of the noise. The dark green haired boy stood anxiously in the doorway, a strained and conflicted look on his face as he stared at the blonde third year. Mirio smiled brightly at him as he and Eri waved to welcome Deku into the room where he had been babysitting the girl. 

“Hey Deku! Is something wrong? You don’t look too good, actually you're looking a little green! HA!”  Mirio laughed out loud as he questioned the boy. 

“You should come with me, there's someone you need to see.” 

Mirio’s face hardened at the serious tone Deku had used, his thoughts raced for an explanation as he closed his eyes and breathed out for a moment to release the growing tension in his body. A bright smile formed on his lips as he beamed confidently at the first year and raised a thumb upwards. 

“Lead the way!” 

“Mirio, do you want me to go with you?” Tamaki asked anxiously with a troubled expression. 

“No, it’s okay! Besides, someone needs to stay here and play with Eri or else she will feel lonely, right Eri?” 

The little girl blushed as she nodded her head and looked towards the ground in embarrassment. 

“I’ll be back soon, don’t worry!” 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Mirio followed Deku as he led him through the campus to where the first year’s were conducting a training course that morning. His thoughts raced as he pondered just what was happening and who exactly he would need to see. Did the teacher’s need him as an assistant again for a training exercise and forget to tell him? 

“Someone I need to see huh?! I wonder who it could be!” He thought out loud as he and Deku continued to walk. “Do I get any hints?” 

“I-I think it’s easier to explain once you see them for yourself..” Deku mumbled out nervously as his eyebrows furrowed. 

“I guess there's no choice then! I’ve “to-gata” go see them!” He exclaimed loudly as he laughed. 

Nervous laughter left the green haired boy's lips as he rubbed the back of his neck at the joke that Mirio had attempted, causing the blonde to laugh even harder at his response. 

“Just kidding!” 

“Right!” 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The cold winter air wrapped around his body as they walked through the clearing and into the trees surrounding the area. He surveyed the area as voices started to echo the closer they got to the destination he was being led to. Mirio saw you with your back leaned against a tree and your eyes closed as his feet came to a stop beside Deku, your eyes opened and the sound of the leaves crunching under their feet. 

“Y/N, you're here too?” Mirio questioned, his eyes lit up as they met yours. 

“Yeah, they called for me to come out here but said I should wait for you to arrive as well.” 

“Woah! How weird! I wonder what they need us for, did they tell you anything?” 

“No, just that I was supposed to come here.” 

“It’s not too much further, I'll keep leading the way.” Deku chimed in to catch the couple's attention. 

The appearance of the retired number one hero came into view as they got closer to their destination. Briskly walking the last few steps to meet the teacher in front of them, All Might's  tired eyes met theirs as they faintly heard the sounds of the year one students talking loudly to each other. 

"All Might, did you need our help with another exercise?" You questioned.

He stayed silent for a moment pondering on his answer before simply stating "No."

"Then sir , why are we here?" Mirio asked with confusion written clearly on his face.

The teacher observed the two for a moment before releasing a long sigh and jutting his head in the direction behind him. His gaze was drawn to a young girl sitting in Kirishima’s lap as she happily listened to him tell her stories. Her wavy sunkissed blonde hair was long as it reached down to her waist, her small cute fingers moving a few strands behind her ears so the wind wouldn’t blow the hair in her face. The bright y/e/c eyes shined with amazement at something she just heard from the red head she was listening to.

The similarities amazed him, the way her eyes twinkled brightly as she got excited and the cute dimples that appeared by the child’s lips as she smiled were exactly the same as yours.  The nose he had gotten so used to seeing in the mirror now rested on the girl in question, and her bubbly laughter made his heart almost stop as it filled the air. The only person he ever heard with laughter as sweet and honeyed as her’s was from your lips, she seemed like an angel created just for him and you. 

A girl who looks exactly like y/n and I’s daughter would… 

How beautiful… I couldn’t imagine a more perfect image of what our children would look like someday…

"She appeared after we finished our training exercises for the day. Young Midoriya was able to Immediately recognize the similarities she shared with the two of you and after asking her some questions we were able to briefly understand what was going on." All Might started to explain to them.

"She looks so much like you, Mirio." You stated as a look of awe formed on your face. 

"It’s not just me she looks like, she looks like you as well babe.” 

“It’s almost like she’s our daughter, right y/n?” 

Your eyes widened at the statement glancing over at All Might to see him nod his head in confirmation of the claim. You looked over to the girl once more taking in her features as you start to notice the remarkable similarity she has to the two of you that you hadn't taken into account beforehand.

"She introduced herself as Risa Togata, the daughter of Lemillion and y/h/n. Would you like to meet her?"

Mirio excitedly nodded his head in reply as his hand extended out for yours. You accept it graciously and your thumb rubs circles into the back of his hand to calm him and yourself as the three make their way to the child.

Dazed. The anticipation made his heart flutter in my chest, and he felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. It was like a wave of joy that lifted him up and carried him forward with each step that he got closer to the child. His mind was clouded and restless as he thought about what he should say first to the girl. The first assumption his mind had jumped to when he put the puzzle pieces together was that this girl had to be from the future or somehow a person with a quirk that made dreams come true created her and sent her here. Either way he wouldn’t complain as long as he got to meet the daughter he's been fantasizing about having with you in the future, even if she came a bit earlier than expected.  

Should I hug her right off the bat? That might scare her if she’s not used to It though… 

Will I do a good job taking care of her? So far I’m babysitting Eri just fine, but I’ve never had a kid of my own before and now that I don’t currently have my quirk…What would I do if… 

Mirio’s steps stopped suddenly as the doubt of not being able to protect his daughter plagued his thoughts. His hand tightened in yours as you stood beside him, watching him wrestle with his thoughts in silence as his gaze was trained on the ground beneath his feet. You had never seen him look so unsure and conflicted over something, he was really good at hiding the insecurities he felt and only really opened up about them if something had been really troubling him. Even after he lost his quirk, he didn’t wallow in sadness and instead kept on smiling and pushing onward with the hope that one day he would get his quirk back and even if he didn’t he still believed he could be a hero in some way or shape which was enough for him to keep his head high. 

“Mirio..What’s wrong?” You whispered as you leaned in closer to him. 

“What if something happens and I can’t protect that smile she has? What if because I don’t have my quirk I can’t save her?” 

Your eyes widened as you took in a deep breath, a look of recognition formed on your face as your brows knitted together. Your y/e/c eyes drifted to your intertwined hands has his grip around your tightened once more and his other hand was clenched into a fist, your heart ached at the self doubt his mind was conflicting on him in that moment and all you wanted to do was assure to him that everything would be okay, like he had done for you so many times in the past. 

“You protected Eri!” 

“Huh, but -” He started but you interrupted him. 

“Even without your quirk, you still protected and saved Eri! I believe in you, and so does everyone else. If our daughter is in trouble you will save her and you aren’t alone, you have me here, our friends and even the first years beside you to help you. No matter what happens in the future, we will protect our daughter together.” 

“How did I get so lucky as to find someone like you?” 

“I’m pretty sure it was your cheesy pick up lines, I’m a sucker for those after all.”

The two of you laughed lightheartedly at your joke as the tension left his body and the bright smile returned to the blonde’s face confidently. 

The singsong voice resounded, causing him to tense as she called out and rejoiced in the excitement at seeing the younger form of her parents. Her wide sparkling eyes met his as he jerked his head in the direction of his daughter, shocked at the child running towards him, arms wide open ready to jump into his arms at any moment.

"Daddy!" The girl cheered as he tightly wrapped his arms around her when she jumped at his figure.

The dazzling smile she had beamed at him as she jumped into his arms had caused his mind to fog over, stunning his thoughts from delivering the well thought out joke he was going to deliver when he greeted her. No one had ever called him ‘Daddy.’ Before and hearing it for the first time from his future daughter had caused a massive flood of adrenaline to shoot through his body, a sense of joy took over him as he peered down at the girl in his arms in pure awe.

The tips of his ears turned the slightest shade of pink as he wrapped his arms tightly around his daughter and returned her hug with a big bear hug of his own. He spun the girl in the air  while she giggled and laughed loudly from the excitement, before he slowed his pace to a stop and his eyes softened as he brought his forehead to rest on hers. The way his daughter looked up at him with trust and adoration, filled his heart with so much love that he never wanted to let her down. 

"Daddy?" The girl tilted her questioningly as she noticed the tears he was fighting back as he looked at her. 

“Why are you crying daddy?” 

“You’re just so beautiful!” Mirio sniffled as he wiped at his eyes with his free hand. 

“Daddy in the past is so weird!” The girl giggled as her bubbly laugh escaped from her lips. 

You took over the situation with ease. You directed the girl's attention towards you, noticing that Mirio would need a moment to regain his composure. You waved your hand in greeting, a wide smile placed on your lips as you spoke.

"Hi Risa! We are really happy to meet you."

"Is that why daddy is crying?"

"Yes, daddy just really loves you so much that it made him cry to see you so happy to see him."

"Oh! I get it, like how he cried when he found out I was getting a little sister?!" The girl questioned happily as you choked on air.

"That's right!"

Her laughter filled your ears as Mirio looked between you two in awe, the sudden family that was pushed together had felt so natural. It was as if at the first glance when he saw his daughter he just knew she was his and that there was an untethered bond between them that he couldn’t identify but could feel that she was his family. Now that the three of you were talking and he had his arms wrapped around her, he knew without a doubt even if she hadn’t technically been born in their timeline yet that the father daughter bond between them still existed. 

A blush crept up his face as his cheeks dusted a slight shade of pink at the memory of being addressed as ‘daddy’ and how he desperately wanted to hear his daughter call out to him again just so he could savor the moment for a bit longer than he had the previous time. 

Mirio wordlessly brushed his hand through the silky soft locks of his daughter's hair, a bright smile plastered on his face as he wrapped one of the wavy sunkissed strands around his fingers to curl it before letting it fall back in place. He glanced at her as she talked warmly over his shoulder to you before he remembered the opener he was going to greet her with earlier. 

“Did you hear that laughing too loudly is illegal in Hawaii? They only permit a-low-ha.” Mirio chuckled. 

“HAHA!” Risa laughed happily.

"Risa, I'm really happy to meet you." He said softly , his eyes lowering in bliss.

Risa bubbled with giggles as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and engulfed him in a tight hug. The conversation is still going on between you and Risa as she released herself from the sudden hug and looked back to you with sparkling eyes , voice animated as she rambled about her new favorite tv show.

"Mirio, we are going to let the two of you look after her while she's here. She'll be more comfortable around people she knows rather than strangers, while we continue looking into how to return her home." All Might announced catching their attention suddenly. 

“I was thinking we could bring her to go play with Eri, but I didn’t want to bring her there without you meeting her beforehand.” Deku chimed in. 

"That’s a great Idea! Risa, do you want to go make a friend?" Mirio questioned excitedly as he flashed an award winning smile towards his daughter. 

“YES PLEASE!” 

She worked her way out of Mirio's stronghold on her as she jumped down from his arms , he looked distraught from the sudden loss of holding his daughter in his arms while Risa reached out both her hands to grab onto each of her parents, adjusting herself in the middle of the couple as she prepared herself for the walk to the dormitory. 

When the couple didn't admittedly start walking to their destination, she gazed up with a questioning look at her parents. The blush on Mirio’s face grew hotter as he gazed at the three of them holding hands with his daughter being in the middle, the thought didn't escape him that they really looked like a family like this each holding one of her hands as they walked happily.

My happy family…

“Oh there’s something I want to do once we introduce you to Eri, so y/n would it be okay if you watch the two?” Mirio asked suddenly as a bright smile formed on his lips with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Yes, but what is it that you are planning on doing?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow. 

“Hm, it’s more fun if you just wait and see.” 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Aizawa and Yamada sat in the silence of the lounge, the tension hanging heavily in the room as they processed the information they had learned about their highschool best friend. The strangled sound of a low grumble emitted from the blonde’s chest as he continued to lay face down on the table beneath him, Aizawa’s tired eyes drifted to his friend as the sound broke him from his relentless thoughts. 

“What are you thinking?” Aizawa managed to choke out. 

Present Mic spared a quick glance towards the eraser hero, his own greenish yellow eyes expressing how much of a toll the news had taken on him. 

“I’m hungry. I could go for something easy to digest. Udon?” He grumbled out tiredly. 

“I’ve been thinking. Given the work studies, the safety commission must know something.” Aizawa began, ignoring the man’s answer. 

“Yup.” 

“If we find out who’s manufacturing nomu…Then what?” 

“I’ll have a surprise karaoke contest with them. Then boil their guts while their eardrums bleed…And you?” 

Aizawa paused for a moment contemplating his words. “Well…”

Loud footsteps echoed into the room as two people suddenly ran into the room, the eraser hero stopped talking instantly as he focused his eyes towards the third year students who anxiously ran towards them. 

“Mr. Aizawa!” Mirio called out. “Sorry to bother ya’ during your break.” 

He grunted out in response as he stared at the two expectantly waiting to hear the reason they ran to him. 

“Eraserhead. It’s Eri, she..” Tamaki mumbled out anxiously with a troubled expression. 

“What’s going on?” He questioned as his face hardened. 

“Come with us.” Mirio answered before turning and pulling Tamaki along with him so he wouldn’t give up the news. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Eri and Risa were playing alongside you and Nerjire as the door slammed open for the second time that day. This time Aizawa was the cause of the sudden loud noise that caused both the girls to jump in shock and divert their attention to the door. The eraser hero’s eyes surveyed the room as he tried to process what could have happened to the child under his care, but his eyebrows knitted and his tired eyes narrowed when he saw that she wasn’t in any danger. 

He turned his head in annoyance to the two third years that were standing behind him as they watched him run into the room, Mirio’s laughs escaped his lips while Tamaki nervously started to stutter out apologies for misleading the pro hero under false pretenses. 

“Why am I here Togata?” 

“Eri-chan has a new friend! My daughter, Risa from the future! I figured since you are basically her father you would like to see her play with another child for the first time too.” 

“Hmm. Is your daughter anything like you?” 

“Of course! Why do you ask?”

“I’m just thinking about how much of a bad influence a mini version of you and y/n would be.”

Intrigued. After Aziawa had met the girl, he was able to get some answers from her about what exactly happened for her to return to the past. She had told him that earlier that day her and her parents went to U.A. for the school festival and she had wandered off and gotten lost, then before she could find her parents one of the students had accidentally hit her with their quirk when they were trying to use it on someone else. 

“Woah! It’s impressive that in the future there's a student that has a time travel quirk!” Mirio exclaims with excitement. 

“I don’t think there’s anything to worry about then, since whoever it is will more than likely come to retrieve her at some point.” You added. 

“I guess there’s only one thing left to do then!” 

“What’s that?” You questioned nervously at the excited look that beamed on his face. 

“Introduce her to our classmates of course! She’ll be popular for sure! Just look at how cute she is!” 

“It’s going to be a long day…” You groaned as you thought about your classmate's reaction to the young girl. 

“Why do you say that babe?” Mirio questioned as he titled his head. 

“You’ll see.” 

When the three of you had returned to the third year dormitory, the students who were relaxing in the lounge area instantly surrounded you. Their eyes drifted to the bright and happy child that had greeted them excitedly as she entered the building. 

“Mirio, you really do have a daughter?” one of his third year classmates questioned. 

“Be serious, is this the real reason why you are taking a break from classes?” 

“Guys! You have to stop asking me that everytime you see me with a child, but to answer your question. This is my daughter Risa!” 

“W-WHAT?!” 

“OMG MIRIO ACTUALLY HAS A KID?!” 

“Settle down you two, she’s from the future!” You interjected to stop the impending chaos they were going to ensure upon the class. 

“THE FUTURE?!”

Well I guess that didn’t make it any easier… 

Worried. Risa’s giggles continued to fill the room as she listened to her father’s jokes. The small girl bounced on her toys and she raised her arms in the air, excitedly wanting him to continue to make her laugh. Mirio beamed a bright smile her way as he thought of one of the many jokes he had been storing over the years that he could use on her. She obviously got her sense of humor from him since she could think just about any of his jokes were funny, regardless of how corny they could be at times.

“Why haven’t you done my favorite one yet, daddy?” Risa laughed out as she tilted her head. 

“Oh and which one is that? Is it the peaches one?” Mirio chuckled. 

“No! Silly! The one where you scare y/n by coming out of the wall!” She cheered excitedly. 

Your body stiffened instantly as you processed the young girl’s words, the cookies you were currently baking being put on hold as your eyes widened and your jaw opened in shock. You placed a hand to cover your mouth quickly so that you could continue listening to the conversation between your daughter and boyfriend in the lounge before you.  

Mirio hadn’t realized the meaning behind what his daughter had said and instead his thoughts were filled with worry that he wouldn’t be able to fulfill the girl’s wish since he currently wasn’t able to use his quirk like he had in the past. His eyebrows furrowed and he hesitated before speaking, nervously apologizing to the girl. 

“I’m sorry Risa, but I can’t do that right now. I can do something just as fun though! I’ll show you, I’m just going to hide behind this couch and when y/n walks in I’ll jump out!” 

“Why can’t you go through walls daddy?” 

“Well- Honey I don’t have my quirk right now, but it’s okay because I’m still a hero!” 

“You don’t have your quirk anymore? Why?” 

“A bad man -” 

“Mirio!” You exclaimed, interrupting him. 

Mirio jerked his head in the direction of your voice, a bright smile plastered on his face as he waved at you. 

“What’s up y/n?” 

“Mirio, she’s asking why you don’t have your quirk!” 

“I know! I was just telling her about it.” 

“Dummy! Don’t you get what that means?” You cried as tears rolled down your cheeks. “You get your quirk back!” 

His body tensed as he processed the information you had given him before he beamed down at his daughter happily and lifted her into his arms. 

“Did I do something wrong?” Risa questioned nervously. 

“No, you could never do anything wrong, love. In fact, you just made your parents very happy.” 

He placed a tender kiss on his daughter’s cheek, making her giggle once more as his eyes lit up at the bright smile that was on his daughter’s face. 

Heartbroken. The time had finally come for Risa to be taken back home, much to Mirio’s protest. The night had been just like the last few nights he had shared with his daughter, cooking together and playing with her until she got sleepy enough for him to lure her to bed and tell her a bedtime story for her to fall asleep to. However, after the girl had fallen asleep he had noticed the pink mist form around her body as it turned into a thick fog. 

He instantly moved to take his daughter from the mysterious fog before you wrapped your arms around his as you effectively stopped him. His head turned towards you as he glanced desperately towards your y/e/c eyes, the heartache he was experiencing clearly showed in his eyes as he continued to watch the girl disappear before him 

“I don’t want her to leave.” He cried out as the fog started to dissipate once more. 

“She needs to go home, Mirio.” 

“But…” 

“You are waiting for her to return to you in the future to think about how happy you are to have her back home right now.” 

“That doesn’t make this any easier.” 

“I know…” 

Eager. The rest of that night was filled with needy cuddles in Mirio's dorm. Sleep eventually took you both into a land filled with dreams of your future family and when the sun once again rose in the morning, Mirio felt more optimistic about his future than the previous night.

"Good Morning, how are you feeling?" you questioned, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

He smirked, placing a finger in between your eyebrows.

"Better."

"Yeah?" you were still worried about him.

"Yes. It isn't goodbye forever, as soon as you get pregnant I'll see her again." A sly smirk played on his lips at your shocked expression.

You slap him hard on the chest as he laughed. "We aren't rushing anything!"

“Are you sure? The sooner we have her, the sooner we can all do things together again!” 

“Don’t tempt me!” 

“I think Eri would really like to have a sister, don’t you think so?” 

“Mirio! We aren’t even the parents of Eri!” 

“We babysit her, It’s close enough!”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

Mirio had told Risa that he wanted to take her somewhere special today, so the three of you got dressed early in the morning and left before most of the other students had woken up. Mirio held a small bouquet of flowers in one hand, while his other was intertwined with his daughter’s as she walked in the middle between both of you. 

“Where are we going daddy?” 

“To meet a good friend of mine.” 

You had already known beforehand where had planned to take her, he had talked to you about it the night before when he said that his mentor would have loved to meet Risa and he felt like he needed to bring her to see him at least once before she returned to the future. 

When they stopped outside of the private graveyard, Mirio had stopped in his tracks taking a deep breath before he continued walking to where he remembered the grave being placed. The three of you stopped before a clean and tidy grave that was well maintained, most likely due to there being many visitors that would stop by and visit the former pro hero. 

“Sir, It’s Mirio again! You were right, I do have a bright future ahead of me and I just wanted you to meet someone I know you would love more than anything if you were still here with us.” Mirio spoke as tears filled his blue eyes. 

“This is my daughter, Risa! Don’t worry I don’t technically have children yet, but she traveled from the future.” 

Risa peered up at her father as the tears rolled down his cheeks as he talked to the grave of Sir Nighteye. She smiled softly as she glanced towards the grave and placed the flowers her father had given her at the base where they would be well reversed until they were replaced. 

“It’s nice to see you again Sir Grandpa! I don’t know if you know me just yet, but in the future we will come to see you all the time! Daddy tells you everything because he loves you very much!” 

Mirio’s tears flowed harder at his daughter’s words and the realization that even in the future he continues to keep his mentor close to his heart and makes sure that he’s involved as much as he can be in his future and in his daughter’s future. 

“Daddy continues to cry a lot whenever he comes here, but y/n says it’s because he’s really kind so don’t mind it too much okay?!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

⋆ ★ A/N: First, I just want to say I wasn't expecting the amount of love I received in part one. I'm super thankful for everyone who is enjoying my content and continuing to read the work I post. I was able to manage my time a lot better on this one, however in doing so it did take me longer to write and edit before posting. (Bakugo’s section took me the longest because I had to add more material for it to make sense.)

Did anyone notice the easter egg I included from the Like father, Like son series? I did connect the worlds for the two requests! I thought it would be nice to have an established world for the Bakugo future kids. There is going to be a Part II of the Like Father, Like son  series posted soon, if you would like to join the taglist please comment either on this post or part one of that series. 

On some of the prompts I did try to shorten them to test out making less lengthy posts for everyone to scroll through.

If anyone would like a part three & four, I'm planning on writing a part three featuring: Aizawa, Hawks, FatGum, All Might

and a part four featuring: Dabi, Twice, Shigaraki, Overhaul. Let me know if you would like me to eventually post those.

To join the Taglist just comment and I will add you to the future posts.

TagList: @kuromitokito @vigilancio @mazzbarnes @ledafox

[admiral-mason]

Ultra-Impact (SAGAU x Ultrakill) Part 2

A/N: I can tell that this series will be great!

Idea based on @valeriele3's Live Stream post.

Reader is Gender Neutral (GN)

0-1 0-2 << YOU ARE HERE 0-3

PRELUDE /// SECOND A SHATTERED VIEWPOINT

YOU ARE ASSAULTED BY LOCAL INHABITANTS.

Upon waking up from your blackout (or whiteout? You did get assaulted by a white light instead of blacking out after all), you took in your surroundings and straightened out your hoodie a bit. Upon sighting the massive city of Mondstadt slightly further away from you, you knew what happened.

"Fuck! God, well hopefully this isn't Impostor SAGAU..."

Keeping aware of the fact that you and your chat have read SAGAU fics about the god being hunted down for being a false god (or an impostor, haha ding ding ding ding ding, ding ding ding), heading to Mondstadt was off the list. Instead, you would bother trying to figure out how to survive isolated from any form of civilization. Your journey began by walking and relying on possible landmarks with nothing but your phone and the clothes on your back. Judging by your location, right now you were likely in Starfell Valley.

Maybe heading to Wolvendom might be a good idea? Razor doesn't appear to be one to immediately kill people. Dragonspine was definitely out of the picture since you had no cold-weather protection. Galesong Hill also serves as a nice area, if you avoid Dadaupa Gorge and its Hilichurls.

As you were about to think further, you heard an arrow whiz by, barely missing your arm. After finding the origin of the shot you found the attacker to be Amber.

"Stop right there impostor!" She screamed, before attempting to fire another arrow at you. "Woah hey hey hey Amber what the fuck?!" Out of fight-or-flight, or possibly even just stupidity, you impulsively swung your left arm at the arrow-

CLINK

You saw the world flash white and freeze for a moment before it resumed, and then Amber's arrow flew in her general direction away upwards. You looked at your arm and realized that you freaking parried the arrow.

A style meter also showed up to the right side of your vision, displaying:

DESTRUCTIVE + PARRY

(A/N: I know it's to the left but just pretend that it's to the right please)

You saw her expression shift from belligerent to bewildered.

"How did you-! Nevermind! Get over her-"

You didn't have to think twice to run in the opposite direction. Letting your instincts take hold, you haphazardly dodged all of Amber's arrows and parried some back at her. As the chase dragged on you noticed that her amber-colored (pun intended) eyes now glowed a malicious blood red with a lack of pupils.

The chase ended when you parried an arrow into Amber's shoulder. For a split second, you saw her fall to the ground clutching the area before you took off into a forest and hid behind a bush.

"Okay. One moment I was playing Ultrakill and Genshin with my chat, and now I'm stuck in Impostor SAGAU with the ability to parry projectiles. Just great!" You whisper-ranted before hiding in the bush for a few more minutes and leaving it.

You stretched your limbs, barely awake from sprinting and awkwardly positioning yourself behind a bush. "Okay, I seriously need more frickin' exercise." After waking up your limbs, you ventured deeper into the woods attempting to find anything that could help your situation. Some bushes carried ripe berries; you ate some and almost instantly the berries tasted so much sweeter than any packaged berries you bought from the local supermarket.

You thought of preserving these for jam, but then you realized you lacked sugar. So every berry you found would likely be eaten ripe off the bush. On the brighter side, trees in the forest also grew sunsettias. Plucking a fruit off its tree, you bit into it and it was phenomenal. The fruit's interior gave way easily, akin to a peach. Its taste, however, was significantly less sour with enough succulent, invigorating sweetness to snack on but not enough to overpower the taste buds.

"Oh holy shit this is good stuff!" You rapidly collected and devoured the other two sunsettias and immediately felt energized again. Unfortunately, your moment of reprisal would be interrupted when an arrow managed to hit you in the side of your right arm, causing a sharp and piercing pain.

"AAAAAGGGGGH!!! FUCK!" You turned to your right and the air got colder. Looks like Amber brought some friends this time; Kaeya and a group of Knights of Favonius accompanied her, their eyes blood red with malicious intent.

"Hehe... so, this is the Impostor, Amber?" The cavalry captain asked, his words both laced with snarkiness and venom. "I gotta say, you look good. A shame that you're nothing but a disgrace to Their Grace. Now... Dodge thi-!"

PING!

Before Kaeya could use his elemental skill, you saw a coin get tossed into the air before the light BANG! of a familiar revolver shot the coin, splitting it in two and hitting Kaeya and Amber square in the chests. Next thing you knew, both of them hunched over and gripped the area where they were shot to prevent bleeding. The knights accompanying them suddenly lost their focus on you, instead scrambling around in an attempt to find where the coin came from.

Then, you heard another noise: a dash jump. Suddenly, the iconic blue robot you played as in Ultrakill stood before you. They turned to face you and nodded before looking back at the Knights.

V1's yellow wings suddenly turned red as it pulled out its shotgun.

It was at that moment you knew: all of the Knights are absolutely fucked.

0-2: A SHATTERED VIEWPOINT: COMPLETED

Taglist: @valeriele3, @bunniotomia, @feetusdeletussthenyeetus

(As mentioned previously, lemme know if you wanna be tagged for the next part)

[delusionalgirlswatchf1]

the air was cold but something about it felt like home somehow.[Paul Aron x reader]

Y/N looked at her colorful scarf in the mirror. The scarf was too long,too rainbowish and too thick. But her grandma was convinced that she should wear that. The scarf was originally made for her mother. Her mother gave it to her two years ago with a smile.

“Your dad and I met through this scarf,dont underestimate the power of it.”

Y/N kept wondering what power could this scarf hold. She didnt say no to her mother though,one part of her liked the scarf a little too much to not accept it.

She opened the door and get out of her house.She ran to her friend’s side.Everything was great until her friend started a snowball fight. Y/N started running around trying to catch her friend. She was always bad at shooting so she kept missing. Y/N was too focused to catch her friend so she didnt see the stranger that was close to them. She was sure that this snowball would hit her friend so she aimed and threw it with every power she had.

The snowball did hit someone.

But that someone wasn’t her friend.

That someone was the blond haired stranger.

Y/N ran to his side once the snowball hit his face.

“Oh my god,I am so sorry! I swear it wasn’t for you! I was uh I was trying to throw it to my friend! Does it hurt? Are you ok?”

Her voice was full of worry.

“I am alright but you should exercise aiming or else she is going to kick your butt.”

The stranger laughed and pointed at her friend. Y/N sighed in relief that he was okay.

“I really should. But trust me,she is like a machine! She never misses!”

The boy laughed again,enjoying their conversation.

“What if I help you out? I was waiting for my plane but it got delayed so I will be here for a while.”

Y/N smiled.

“I would really like that.”

The boy smiled again and they started chasing her friend. They were a good team since the boy was definitely a better shooter than her. Her friend hid behind a tree to make more snowballs. They wanted to use that as a advantage so they also hid behind a bench near to her.

“Come on its over! Give up already!”

“Never!”

Y/N rolled her eyes to her friend’s answer and the boy laughed.

“Sorry,she gets way too serious about snowball fights.”

“You were right about she never misses. Though I am sure she cant keep up with us all night.”

Y/N chucked and turned to look at him. It was probably the first time in that night that she truly looked at him. His blond curls were messy,his blue eyes were full of sparkles. Y/N couldn’t tell if it was the weather or him that took her breath away.

She noticed he wasn’t wearing a scarf. The weather was too cold to not do that.

“Why are you not wearing a scarf?”

“Hmm? Oh I thought the plane would come at its time so I didnt wear one.”

Y/N shaked her head as she undoned her scarf.The boy tried to stop her.

“No no,you will get cold if you do that.”

“I won’t give it to you silly,its long enough for both of us.”

And Y/N was right. She wrapped the scarf on both of them. Only disadvantaged thing was the scarf made them sit closer. Y/N blushed as she noticed it.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

The boy hesitated to continue speaking since he felt a little shy.

“Uhm the scarf smells nice.”

Y/N blushed madly. A nineteen year old girl was blushing over something like that.

“Im-Im Y/N,I don’t think I asked you your name.”

“Im Paul. Paul Aron.”

Y/N turned to him way fastly,their lips nearly touched.

“You are Paul Aron? The Paul Aron? The f2 driver?! You are so popular around here!”

It was true,all of the short time Y/N was in Estonia she heard all about him. Paul chuckled.

“I guess they love me a little.”

“Trust me,Its not little! But you deserve it.”

Paul grinned.

“Does that mean I can get your number after this thing ends?”

Y/N’s eyes opened widely as she heard that.

“Maybe if we win.”

Paul laughed. Before he could answer they both got a snowball to their heads. Paul quickly gave half of the scarf to her and ran after her friend.

Y/N smiled as she looked behind them,holding her scarf tightly.The air was cold but something about it felt like home somehow.

[darkworkcourier]

You’re doing Ghost!! Can I request an exercise in sharing body heat in cold conditions that turns into *other* forms of exercise? Preferably a non-military female reader if that tickles your fancy. So excited to see you back on tumblr, I loved your RDR2 and FC5 work back in the day 💕💕💕

Hi yes I’d like to apologize that this tiny prompt turned into EIGHT THOUSAND WORDS OF PORN OH GOD

(Also, try and find all the Far Cry 5 references. :3c As a thank you for hanging out with me all this time!)

Reader works for the National Park Service and gets pulled into a mission involving guiding Ghost to go after a (wink) paramilitary organization in (WINK WINK) Montana. Things go awry.

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“Piss poor excuse for a shortcut, Ranger,” Ghost says to your back.

Your mid-back, actually, since you’re about two feet above him on the hillside which is way steeper than you remember. You could have sworn there was a trail cut through here, or maybe that was a half mile down the ridge, or maybe— Maybe it’s good to not second guess it when you think Ghost’s about a full thirty seconds from ditching you and going off on his own.

“You wanna get shot at?” you ask over your shoulder, voice slightly muffled in your scarf. “Because if you took the main road, that’s what you’d get.”

“I would do just fine,” he replies dryly.

Right, he’s got a tactical vest on. You have a down jacket that would just make for a really interesting display of flying feathers if you got shot. The best defense you have is the handgun he gave you for protection, and a Park Service badge that would elevate the threat of killing a federal employee. Not that Ghost’s targets would care, but it makes you feel better.

The two of you trudge through waist-deep snow, thick even on the incline. You’re practiced enough with winter weather hiking to approach it fairly spryly, but you’re also not lugging an incredible about of gear like he is.

“It’s not that far, anyway,” you tell him, just to make conversation. “It’s this ridge, then the Beaver Dam River, and then the lookout tower.”

“Real walk in the park,” he replies.

“Literally,” you say brightly.

His grunt isn’t very amused.

The biggest problem is the cold. It’s northern Montana in the depths of winter, and every shrieking sickle of wind that cuts through the mountains physically hurts. You’re prepared enough for the temperature drop, but you worry more about what happens after dark, when it goes from tolerable to goddamn polar. If it wasn’t vital for you to be out here, you would have stayed in.

For lack of anything better to do as you finish ascending the ridge, you think on the whole situation. A paramilitary extremist group hiding out in the mountains, some multinational task force you’d never heard of swooping into the park, and you getting swept up into it all and taken on as a guide. It sounds like something straight out of an action movie, but here you are and there Ghost is.

Hell, even his name and whole look makes the reality of all this seem that much out of pocket. He’s dressed in winter tactical gear, white and gray mottled camo, hood pulled down low over the skull-plated balaclava that you’re fairly sure he never takes off. He blends in with his surroundings, but at the same time, he really sticks out.

You get to the top of the ridge, pausing for a moment to take in your surroundings. Sure enough, by your reckoning, you’re about a quarter mile off from the actual trail. It’s easy to remedy, leading Ghost down the relatively level ridge to where the trail appears as a shallow divot in the snow.

Of course, he points it out.

“Got lost, did we?”

You roll your eyes. “Not lost,” you correct. “Just slightly askew on the directions. Everything looks the same in the snow.”

“Thought you knew this place like the back of your hand.”

“I do,” you say, stepping down onto the trail and grimacing when the snow goes up to your hips. Ghost is so damn huge that it probably barely goes over his knees, but you don’t turn around to look. “And I wasn’t too far off!”

“Slightly off is still off,” he retorts.

You really wish they would have sent the nice, happy Scottish guy with you instead.

Once you clear the ridge’s treeline, you see the lookout tower poking above the trees straight ahead of you. Grinning, you point it out to Ghost.

“Affirmative, Ranger. I see it.”

“You can just say ‘yes’.”

You can hear him sigh, and then, “Yes,” said like he’s punching the word out of the air.

The trail crosses over the river, cutting through at its shallowest section for this part of the park. The only problem is that the Beaver Dam River doesn’t freeze, so there’s a very real risk of soaking through your boots and defeating the purpose of having moisture-wicking socks. With any luck, you’ll have some downed trees or rocks to cross over, and the river won’t be too high.

That’s with any luck; the opposite being the luck you currently have, as the river’s clearer than you’ve ever seen it once you reach it. You hiss out a curse under your breath, glancing up and down the banks to see if there’s any easier way to cross.

Nada.

“Shit,” you mutter.

“What’s shit?”

“River’s clear, but it’s... well, it’s fuckin’ cold is what it is,” you say, watching the glacially-fed water happily rush by you.

He shrugs. “Looks shallow enough.”

“It is, except—” You look down at your boots, cringing at the thought of all the fun ways water can get in them.

Beside you, Ghost looks down at them as well. “They’re not waterproof?”

“They are, but probably not for walking through a river.”

“Jesus,” he murmurs, then steps right into the water. You see it course around his ankles, protected by his thick boots that probably cost more than a month of rent back home. Once he’s on the other side, he turns back to you, dark eyes peering out through his mask, making him look like a bizarre death motif hanging out on the banks of a very chilly River Styx.

“Damn it,” you hiss. You’ll have to be quick, not settling long enough for the water to leach into your boots and socks.

It’s probably comical to Ghost to watch you hopping across the river, up until your boot hits something—loose gravel, a slimy rock, or just a pocket of underwater bad luck. Whatever it is, it sends you right on your ass and into the water. The only good thing is that it’s not deep, but that does shit to negate the cold shock that knocks the wind right out of you. Cold pierces right through your clothes, hitting your skin like dozens of tiny knives. You gasp first, then yelp, and finally scramble out of the water and right into Ghost’s arms.

To be fair, in the shock, you didn’t see his sudden movement toward you, so you yelp again—right into his ear—when he scoops you up. His head jerks back, but he holds you steady regardless.

“Jesus fuck!” you gasp, already shivering hard. Parts of you are too numb to register on your brain’s running docket of limbs and appendages, but others hurt like shit.

“You okay?” Ghost asks, sounding a little breathless. His hands are on your shoulders, holding you in place.

Great question; you don’t have a good answer. You nod, but you’re pretty sure the uncontrollable shivering is telling another story.

“Let’s get you to that tower,” he says. His voice takes on the command form you only heard back when you sat in on the task force’s meeting. It’s solid, and strangely comforting to hear him take charge. “Sooner we’re inside, the better.”

“C-couldn’t agree m-m-more,” you manage, crossing your arms and digging your hands into your armpits.

Ghost takes the lead up the trail, which is good because your legs feel pretty damn numb. You don’t think it’s frostbite yet, but you know that’s a very real risk, especially as the clouds overhead start to darken with the oncoming evening. Because of the tower’s high perch, the trail snakes back and forth up the hill—a half hour’s walk in good weather and a steady pace, but longer in your state.

Ghost’s surprisingly patient, purposefully slowing his pace so you can keep up. He looks over his shoulder again and again, like he’s making sure you’re still there and not face-down in a snowbank. On your end, you keep your eyes fixed on his backpack, determined to keep it in your sight.

Halfway up the hill, Ghost decides to change tactics. He stops, shouldering off his backpack, then handing it to you. “Put it on,” he says. “Then get on my back.”

“What?”

“Just do as I say,” he says, brooking no argument in his tone. “It’ll be faster.”

You put on the backpack, not surprised that it weighs a metric ton. At the same time, your vision swims a little, dark shapes appearing in your vision before fizzling out like little firecrackers.

Oh, we’re in trouble, you think.

Ghost makes sure the backpack’s secure before turning around and going down on a knee to give you space to climb up. Non-hypothermic you would find this a great opportunity to make a down-on-one-knee joke, but you’re way too fucking cold to do much more than shiver and hang on to him for dear life. His hands go to the back of your thighs, supporting you while you cling to his neck, pressing your face into the back of his coat.

“You good?”

You nod.

“Need a verbal confirmation, Ranger,” he says, not without a hint of humor.

You manage a stifled, shuddering laugh and say, “Yep.”

“Good enough.”

He carries you up the hill, the incline steep enough to make the backpack feel heavier somehow. You don’t know how he’s managing it as well as he is, except for whatever freakish training they probably do in England. In your swimming, dizzy mind, you imagine Ghost hoisting crates of tea over his head, and that sends you into a giggling fit.

“What’s so funny back there?” he asks. However, you can’t miss the sliver of concern in his voice.

“H-how d’you train in Eng-g-gland?” you ask, the middle syllable briefly caught in the back of your throat.

“How do I what?”

“B-back where-e-ever you come f-from-m-m,” you say, shivering harder even though you can feel his body heat close to your core. “W-what do th-they make you d-d-do?”

He’s quiet for a long moment, and all you hear are his boots crunching in the snow and the wind snapping through the trees around you.

“Vigorous biscuit lifts,” he says.

You snort against his coat, and then cling tighter, feeling your limbs prickle in the cold.

You’re silent the rest of the way up the hill, shivering and sniffling as Ghost carries you. Finally, you reach the top, and you glance up to see the lookout tower’s staircase which until now has never looked so fucking tall.

“Sh-shit,” you say.

“Just hang on,” Ghost says. “You’ll be fine.”

“N-n-no, I th-thought I’d l-l-let go,” you joke, but your arms do feel like they’re going to fall off, and you’re starting to lose feeling in your fingertips.

He grunts and adjusts his hold on your thighs, then starts the ascent up the stairs. You really do have to wonder about his physical training regimen, because you’re pretty sure you’d be dead before you reached the top in your state. He’s only panting, breaths coming out in thin clouds in front of his balaclava.

“S’it locked?” he asks.

“No.”

“Good,” he says, letting you down onto your numb feet so he can open the door. He goes in first, hand close to his thigh holster, quickly scoping the single room before letting you in. "Clear.”

Your steps waver a little as you walk in, then quickly fall onto the bed without much ceremony. You’re a shivering mess, every part of you that you can still feel trembling with the cold. It’s not much warmer in the tower, but at least the wind’s blocked out. Ghost walks over and helps you shoulder off the pack, then leaves your line of site, his presence indicated by heavy footsteps, the sound of the backpack’s zipper being opened, and then soft clanking and thumping.

Your consciousness wavers on a very dangerous precipice, and you know you really need to get out of your wet clothes. You’re not at the paradoxical undressing stage of hypothermia, which is a good sign. But that also means you have no strong desire to strip, either.

Somewhere in your half-doze, you hear Ghost working on the potbelly stove, opening it on its whiny hinges, loading its gullet with wood left over from the last restock, then striking a match. It doesn’t take long to hear the throaty crackle of burning wood, and that’s a comfort in of itself.

Ghost is back at your side, gently shaking your shoulder. “Hey, Ranger,” he says. “Let’s get you out of those clothes.”

“Mmn,” is your best response, and not a particularly eloquent one.

“C’mon,” he presses, then manhandles you up into a sitting position. Your muscles give a pretty passionate protest, and you blink wearily up at him as he helps you take off your gloves, then unzips your jacket. His eyes flicker up to yours, assessing you. “You still with me?”

You nod, lifting your stiff arms for him to help you out of your sleeves.

“You know the signs of hypothermia, right?”

“Y-yeah,” you say, squeezing your eyes shut as a fresh rush of pins and needles goes down your right arm.

“Alright, let me know if any of ‘em get worse.” He drops your coat in front of the stove, then gestures to your half-soaked sweater. “Can you get that off by yourself?”

You nod again, then start the suddenly grueling work of getting out of it. It’s heavy wool, designed specifically to be as thick and warm as possible. That also means that it’s a bitch to get out of when your arms feel like cooked pasta. Still, Ghost’s already doing a lot for you, so the least you can do is prove that you’re better at a toddler than taking your clothes off.

Oh. Yeah, there’s that. You’re taking your clothes off in front of Ghost. That’s a whole thing to parse through.

But you manage to get out of the sweater, and that’s a victory. You drop it next to the bed, then start undoing the laces on your boots, fingers fumbling the whole time.

“Need help?” Ghost asks.

You look up at him, and then feel a very welcome heat rush to your face.

He’s ditched his coat on a chair next to the stove, tactical vest laid aside on the lookout’s desk. He’s down to a skin-tight black long-sleeved shirt that does wonders in showing off his musculature, and his hand are— Holy shit, he’s undoing his belt.

“W-what are you d-doing?” you ask. Bonus points for you that you’re not shivering as hard. Lack of bonus points that you’re openly ogling the lieutenant like he’s a prime beef steak (and he is).

He gestures back to you, one boot off, the other half-undone. “Getting undressed,” he says very plainly. “Fastest way to warm you up. You know that.”

You do, is the problem. It’s in every survival manual you’ve read and every class you’ve taken for your job. At the same time, it’s in at least four romance novels you’ve perused. And you’ve spent nearly four full months without coming into contact with any human being for more than an hour at a time; getting naked with a gigantic, musclebound man nearly sends your addled brain into a tailspin.

You quickly undo the other boot, trying to will your hands to stop shaking.

This isn’t the time to get shy, especially as your limbs ache in new and profound ways and you feel like you’re never going to be warm again.

The boot comes off, then you peel your wet socks off and drop them on the floor with a very telling plap sound. Your feet prickle and ache as the chilled air hits them and your shivering renews in spades. The faster you get undressed and under any kind of cover, the better it is for both of you.

Snow pants go next, then your work pants, until you’re down to a t-shirt and long underwear.

And Ghost is—

Fuck.

If there was any blood left in your suffering arms and legs, it must redirect right up to your face, making your head swim in a whole new body of water. Ghost’s stripped down to his boxers and (of course) his balaclava. His back’s to you, but that means it’s on full display as he puts all of his clothing in a semi-neat pile. When he turns back to you, you see his eyes widen a little as he lifts his brows.

“Still wearing too much, Ranger,” he states.

You know that, but there’s a pretty firm disconnect somewhere in your synapses, body firmly resisting any higher command to do literally anything useful.

He seems to register that issue, because he’s at your side in an instant, tugging on the hem of your t-shirt to help you out of it. You squawk in surprise, almost falling back onto the bed. 

If you could read masked expressions a bit better, you might think he’s amused.

“I— I can d-do it m-m-myself,” you stutter out. Fighting down any urge to be bashful in a survival situation, you get out of your t-shirt, then maneuver yourself enough to take off your long johns. At the end, you’re down to just a sports bra and panties. Pointedly, you don’t look up to see Ghost’s reaction.

“Take this side of the bed,” he says, gesturing to the edge you’re sitting on. “It’s closer to the stove.”

You do so, feeling him get on the bed and go over to the far side closest to the window. He pulls up the blanket and quilt, then slips underneath them before holding them up for you.

With your back to him, you lay on your side and shimmy under the cold blankets. Behind you, Ghost grunts in what sounds like irritation.

“Turn around,” he says. 

You swallow hard, worrying that he’d say that. Reluctantly, you roll over to face him. Or, rather, face his chest, which is alarmingly close. And it’s a good chest, all muscle-y and firm, with a fine dusting of light blond hairs on his pectorals. When you look up, he’s still wearing that balaclava. You squint at him.

“H-how come y-y-you’re still wearing th-that?”

“Doesn’t come off, Ranger,” he states, although the corners of his eyes crinkle like he’s smiling.

“Ever?”

“Affirmative.”

You groan and lean your head forward until it touches one of his collarbones. “Just s-say yes-s,” you complain.

He actually laughs this time, a low, rumbling sound deep in his chest, before you feel his arm wrap around you, pulling him close to him. It’s startling, and damn embarrassing, but you definitely can’t argue with the results. Almost immediately, his body heat seeps into your skin, first warming your hands pressed in between your chests. One of his feet brushes over one of yours, causing you to jump, and then settle with your eyes squeezed shut in mortification.

But that mortification gives way to blissful comfort as everything warms up. The stove radiates heat as the wood crackles and shifts, and Ghost is a stove in himself. The little space beneath the blankets is a pocket of glorious heat, and you start to feel the ache in your limbs recede and your head clear of its chilly fog.

You don’t know how long it is before he speaks again, but his voice comes in close to your ear. “You doing alright, Ranger?”

You’re relaxed enough that you nod and smile with your eyes closed. “Yeah,” you say.

“You ever do this in survival training?”

You scrunch up your nose a little. “I read about it. We never actually practiced stripping down and cuddling.”

He snorts. “It’s not cuddling.”

You crack open an eye, looking up into his greasepaint-ringed gaze. Feeling emboldened by the fact you can feel your arms and legs and nothing hurts, you gently shove his chest. “What do you call this, lieutenant?”

“Hypothermia prevention.”

You roll your eyes. “Just say it’s cuddling. It’s easier. Less syllables.”

He doesn’t say a word.

Before long, the crackling of the fire and Ghost’s steady breathing lull you into a doze. You go in and out of sleep, deeper and deeper as the sky darkens outside and causes the fire to make strange shadows around the room. You wake once to find your arm around Ghost’s waist, your chest pressed against his, the crown of your head under his chin. You’re sleepy enough that this doesn’t strike you as odd or something you should remedy. It’s way too easy to fall asleep after that.

You wake again to Ghost moving against you, getting out from under the blankets and crawling across the bed until he steps down on the floor. You groan and roll over to watch him as he crouches in front of the stove, opening the door to add more wood to the fire.

He stands back up and looks down at you, shadows making his face look like an eyeless skull. You admire his body cast in the warm light, more than happy to openly stare at him when he walks back to the bed.

“You feelin’ alright, Ranger?” he asks.

“Mm. I’d be better if you got back in bed,” you say, heart outrunning your mind by leagues.

He lets out a soft laugh and shakes his head. “Things that sound better outside of a survival situation,” he says.

As he crawls over you and back under the covers, you do manage to parse that sentence out through the thick haze of sleep. You turn back to face him, looking up into the dark sockets of his mask.

“What does?” you ask.

“Hm?”

“What sounds better?”

He’s silent for a thoughtful moment before he breathes out through his nose. “Nothin’. Forget it.”

Nope. You’re not forgetting it, especially as you wake up a little more and take in the sight of him laying next to you.

Briefly, you think back to the meeting back at the ranger station, when Captain Price outlined the mission to gather intel on the extremist group. You stood across the table from Ghost, watching him as he stared down at the topography map, then at the dossier in front of him. But then he looked up at you, eyes striking in his mask. After that, you felt his eyes on you all afternoon, and again in the morning when you set to head out.

At the time, you thought he was just observant. He needed to know he could trust you to lead him through the wilderness, assessing you in depth and measuring you up against the other rangers at the station.

But now? Well, now you’re not so sure. You could test it, though. Now that you have all your faculties pretty well in check, you’re tempted to see how he would react to you.

Besides, it’s dark and the two of you are isolated in the Montana wilderness. The only bad thing that could come of this is a very awkward morning.

So, in line with Ghost’s whole vibe—go big or go home.

You pull yourself into a sitting position, tucking your fingers up and under the elastic hem of your sports bra. The second you pull your bra up, you hear Ghost’s breath hitch. He doesn’t make a sound as you take your bra off, sighing in relief and dropping it off the side of the bed.

Behind you, Ghost’s voice is a dry, hot rasp. “Feel better?”

Nervousness flutters around in your chest as you shimmy back under the covers, bare chest now just a suggestion in the fabric. You force a smile. “I hate wearing a bra to bed, and you’re not wearing anything.”

“Thought you’d be warmed up enough by now.”

Taking in a breath to steady your nerves, you don’t answer but raise one of your hands to brush over his chest. He doesn’t move back, or seize your wrist. Instead, he holds still, letting your fingers explore the textures of his skin—scarring and all. One particularly rough scar catches your attention, and you run your fingers around its circumference.

“What’s this one?”

You don’t look up, but you feel Ghost’s eyes burning on you. “Bullet wound from an insurgent. 2017. Laid up in hospital for three weeks.”

Your hand goes lower, finding a raised scar as long as a pencil above his navel. “And this one?”

His breathing is steady, but you’re more aware of it now, of the rise and fall of his chest, your shadow cast across his skin. “Hunting knife to the gut from a drug trafficker in London.”

“When?”

“2012.”

“How long were you in the hospital?”

“Two and a half weeks. Most of it was from surgery.”

You nod, getting bold enough to scoot closer until your breasts press against his chest. His breath hitches, which feels like some kind of success. Something you should report back to Captain Price.

Then, one of his hands brushes over your side, fingers tracing the curve of your waist, down to your hip. Goosebumps rise on your arms and a shiver runs up your spine, thrilling you. His hand goes back up, then follows a line downward over your stomach to a set of small scars on your right side.

“Appendectomy?” he guesses.

You smile. “2019,” you respond. “In the hospital for two whole days.”

“How did you ever survive?”

“Ibuprofen and HBO,” you reply.

You see his mask move with a smile, and then his hand goes up to your chest, following the divot of your sternum. Below his hand, your heart beats deceptively quick, threatening to upend your calmness. Ghost notices, of course, moving his hand to rest over your left breast, your heart threatening to break right out of there like an escaped prisoner.

His voice is like liquid heat in your ears when he says, “Do you want this?”

You could ask him to clarify—play dumb, like you have no idea what you’re insinuating. But the darkness is so all-encompassing, so protective. The world outside doesn’t know about the world in this room, in this bed. You feel safe here, and there’s an opportunity literally laying in front of you.

You smile, and say, “Affirmative.”

He doesn’t jump into action. Instead, his left hand moves down, massive palm covering your breast, pressing gently as he leans his head down close to yours, hard shell of his mask pressing against your forehead.

You look up at him, reaching to tug at the bottom of his balaclava. “Can you take this off?” you ask. “Or at least pull it up over your mouth?”

Another thoughtful silence, and then he does something a little more unexpected. He pulls you close to him, chest to chest, and bodily rolls you over until you’re on the far side of the bed and his back’s to the stove. This way, you can’t see his face, his mask disappearing in his silhouette. You see him reach up and pull the balaclava off, some of his short hair clinging to the fabric before falling away. He sets it down behind him, probably within arm’s reach.

“That better?” he asks, his voice clearer now, hotter, like he’s removed a physical and emotional barrier.

You grin. “Is there anything stronger than ‘affirmative’?” you ask.

“Hard copy,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Well, then, hard copy, sir.”

And you lean in, pressing your lips to his. In the dark, you miss a little, kissing somewhere closer to his chin; Ghost corrects the approach and kisses you in full. His kiss is like him—strong, solid, an undercurrent of ferocity as he catches your bottom lip with his teeth. Your left hand goes to the side of his face, reeling yourself into him and deepening the kiss. In a word, it’s exhilarating. Maybe it’s in part because of what you’ve gone through today, but you go at him like you crave him, and he returns the favor.

His right hand cups the back of your neck, a gentle but firm pressure. His other hand moves down to your chest, thumb brushing over right nipple, drawing a gasp out of you against his lips. You feel him smile against you, then tweak the nipple again. A small, hot shock of pleasure follows a current down your spine, relaying right into your core and sparking a small fire.

If that’s how he’s going to do it, you’ll do the same.

Pressing your hand to his chest, you bring up one of your knees in between his legs, pressing gently against his crotch and making him bite back a curse. You’re quick to kiss him harder, shutting him up before he can say anything about it. In retaliation, he drops the hand on your neck to palm your other breast, massaging both simultaneously as you moan into his mouth.

Where you were freezing before, it now feels like the room can’t get any hotter. That spark lit by Ghost’s first few touches fans into a fully-fledged flame, threatening to burn right through you. You begin rocking your knee in between his legs—alternating pressure, then no pressure—until his hips begin to move against you, his cock growing hard against your thigh.

You tilt your head back and grin. “Well, isn’t someone an eager beaver?” you tease.

He groans and presses his forehead against yours. “Your pillow talk needs work,” he replies.

Your response to his complaint is to reach down and stroke your fingers over his tented erection, earning a surprised grunt and a hissed, “Shit.”

“What’s shit?” you ask, echoing his words by the river.

His voice is all irritation and arousal in equal parts, “The fact we still have clothes on, that’s what’s shit.”

“Oh. Easy fix.”

Again bypassing ceremony, you curl in on yourself enough to pull your panties off, wiggling out of them before tossing them somewhere in the direction of the stove and hoping they don’t get burnt. Then you hook a leg over his still-clothed hip, grinding against his thigh.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, reaching up to run his fingers through your hair, then forming a half-tight fist so you’re forced to look up at his silhouette. “Now who’s eager?”

“I think it’s a firm tie,” you say, feeling another thrill of victory as Ghost reaches down to shove your leg off and pull down his boxers. Once they’re gone, all the proverbial bets are off. Aside from the shadow he’s wearing like a second mask, he’s completely exposed to you, bare and vulnerable to every touch. It’s like a drug to you, intoxicating and really fucking addicting.

Apparently, Ghost thinks about the same of you. His hand is back on your hip, but trails down to your sex, palming your mons, fingers just brushing over your labia.

You feel him look at you. “Can I?”

No further question from you, especially when your arousal is threatening some serious whiteout conditions in your head. “Yeah. God, yeah.”

One large finger slides against your slit, and you hear yourself, the slick, wet sound audible above anything else in the room. Ghost curses again, drawing his finger back and forth, listening to that sound like he can’t get enough of it.

“Fuck, Ranger. You’re so fuckin’ wet.”

“You kinda have that effect,” you manage to say, before the pad of his finger brushes over your clit and draws out a moan that you bury in his chest.

But his other hand finds your shoulder, pushing you back, before he nudges up under your chin. “No. It’s just us two out here. I wanna hear you,” he says, his voice so hot, smoldering in your ears.

He rubs your clit again, and there’s nothing to hide behind, no muffler to conceal the gasp and moan that follow. Your pleasure is completely on display, and Ghost seems more than happy to draw it out further, admiring it from every angle. He draws circles around your clit, teasing you, adding more fuel to that particular fire—the irony of feeling this way in a tower meant to watch for fires isn’t lost on you.

His finger goes lower, trailing down to your opening, going back and forth several times. The friction is damn near unbearable, and it takes every iota of self control not to grind on his hand. But your hips roll outside your control, and he catches the movement with another low rumble of a laugh.

“There somethin’ you want?” he asks, index finger running a low, lazy circle around your entrance.

You nod, shuddering when he only just dips the tip of his finger in. “Ghost, please.”

“Please what?”

You hear yourself whine, a sound you never thought to hear coming out of your own damn mouth. This man makes you feel ridiculous. And he also probably gets off on hearing you say stuff like this. “Finger me,” you say, exasperated and aroused. “Please, for fuck’s sake.”

“That’s not very pretty,” he teases, and you’re very close to shoving him off the bed. But then he pushes his finger in, and any retort you were set to say or do dies immediately, consumed in the wildfire he’s ignited and fed. He presses his lips to your cheek as you moan, now very unapologetically rolling your hips against his hand as he fingers you, per request. You feel a second finger insinuating against you, and then hear Ghost whisper, “Okay?” against your ear.

“Yes. Oh my God, yes, please.”

“Much prettier,” he says, and the second finger joins the first.

The thought that he’s done this before only just brushes your thoughts as he hooks his fingers in a ‘come here’ gesture, sending hot sparks of pleasure running through your body, using your nervous system like an electrical conduit. You rock against his hand, moaning and gasping as Ghost kisses your neck, scraping his teeth over your tender skin.

“Good girl,” he says, breath hot over your shoulder, before he presses a kiss against your clavicle. How his kisses can feel so chaste while he relentlessly fingerfucks you is beyond your comprehension. The praise just makes it better, making that hot coil inside of you turn tighter, ready to be sprung on a hair trigger.

Ghost picks up on that, too. He suddenly doubles down on the effort, fingers thrusting into you at a much more rapid pace, the wet sound of his hand against your pussy practically deafening. Only his murmurs of praise against your ear register above that.

You’re reduced to a repetitive litany of ‘god’, ‘fuck, ‘please’, and Ghost’s name. All those months without seeing people and having only your hand to keep you company make this oncoming orgasm all the more vibrant and bright, a flare launched high into the air with a huge charge set to explode.

Your hips arch up, and Ghost hooks his fingers again, saying, “Come for me,” in a firm command tone.

And you are not one to ignore a command.

You come hard, crying out and arching off the bed, toes digging into the mattress, hands grasping for literally anything solid, including Ghost. He fucks you through it, coaxing your release out with the finesse of someone defusing an explosive. You come down in fits and starts, catching on little plateaus of pleasure along the way, moaning all the while. Finally, you go practically boneless on the bed, and only then does Ghost relent and pull his fingers away.

You hear him chuckle, a dry and throaty rasp of sound that makes you feel hot all over.

“What’s so funny?” you say, although your words are slurred as endorphins run relay races through your body.

He holds his hand up so that the firelight catches it, and you very plainly see how wet his whole hand is. To show it off, he presses his fingers together, then spreads them out, showing thin strings bridging between them.

“Oh, God,” you squeak, covering your face with your hands and fighting back a round of giggles. “I am so sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart,” he says, clearly pleased. He reaches somewhere behind him, presumably to wipe his hand off on the side of the bed.

And sweetheart. This man is going to kill you, and it has nothing to do with his occupation.

You tilt your head up to kiss him again, sighing against his lips and pressing yourself close. His right hand finds the side of your face, residual dampness from your orgasm still very present. Except he treats it like a trophy, dragging it down to your neck so you can feel it.

It’s also impossible to ignore his arousal prodding against your hip. Not that you intended to ignore it.

Before you can think and reason out an appropriate response, your primal brain takes hold. “Can I ride you?” you ask, and only after it’s said do you feel any kind of horror at outright asking. He purposefully arranged the two of you so you couldn’t see his face, like a Montana wilderness version of Eros and Psyche. Now you’re asking for him to lay on his back, exposed to you in every way.

He’s silent, and you’re about to apologize and suggest spooning or something when he says, “Sure.”

You blink, almost certain you misheard. “Say what?”

“You can, yeah.”

“What about the—”

It’s his turn to kiss you quiet, taking the opportunity to pull you close again and roll on his back. You meet the movement with your own, straddling his hips and feeling his erection press against your sex with insistence. You keep kissing Ghost with your eyes closed, finding his hand next to his head with your own and weaving your fingers together. His grip on your hand is firm—a solid, warm reassurance.

You turn your head, keeping your eyes closed. “I can keep my eyes shut if you want,” you tell him, only to feel his other hand come up and run over your back.

“You can look,” he says.

It feels like a point of no return now. Seeing his face, knowing that a person who this morning was still a stranger with a codename is now going to be very real—you’re almost breathless at the thought.

Slowly, you sit up while astride him, and open your eyes.

He’s— Well, handsome doesn’t seem like a well-rounded enough word. You were more on the mark with the Eros and Psyche metaphor. Firelight and shadow play across sharp features, making him look otherworldly. There’s still greasepaint around his eyes, which makes his gaze all the more intense. But the intensity is mitigated by a plush mouth, a distinctive nose, and a firm jaw. His light hair catches the warm ember-gold hue from the fire. All his features put together make for a face that you want burnt into your memory.

“Jesus, Ghost. You hide this on purpose?” you ask.

He smiles, and it’s only hearing him speak that connects the Ghost you know to the man underneath you. “Yes,” he says. “And it’s Simon.”

You must look owlish, eyes wide, blinking, damn sure you misheard again.

Ghost seems pleased by your reaction, reaching up with his free hand to brush hair out of your face. “That’s my name. My actual name.”

“Simon,” you repeat. A human name to a human face. There’s some poetry in there, but you’re too dazzled to work through it.

“Sounds good when you say it.”

You preen a little, then lean down and kiss him, savoring the sensation for everything it’s worth. And you know he read your name on the dossier, heard it from the other rangers—still, you whisper it into his ear like a secret, and he repeats it back to you in his low voice, accent curling around it perfectly.

Yeah, you’re absolutely going to ride this man until sunrise.

You reach down and take his cock into your hand, stroking it a few times and pressing your thumb up under the exposed head. Ghost—Simon moans and tilts his head back, watching you under half-lidded eyes. Carefully, you go up on your knees and align yourself with him, slowly lowering down and adjusting as needed. He’s big, which you expected from everything else about him. But it’s not a painful fit; if anything, it feels damn good.

“Fuck,” he breathes, hand stroking over your hip as he looks to where you’re joined. “You have no idea what you look like right now.”

“Neither do you,” you reply, very much enjoying the angle. He fills you up completely, the strain of him just a pleasurable ache. You moan at the sensation as you experimentally rock on top of him. “Ohhh, I am so glad you got me off first.”

“What can I say? I’m chivalrous,” he replies, although it sounds a little strained as you move your hips again.

“That’s what you call it?”

Another roll, and he looks like he’s seconds from thrusting up into you. But he’s being conscientious, letting you adjust and go at your own pace. His eyes flutter closed, and you almost want to ask him to keep them open so you can enjoy their expressiveness.

“Something, something about being a British gentleman,” he mutters, and you can’t help but laugh. Apparently, that sensation’s pretty good for him; he shudders beneath you and keeps his hand braced on your hip.

Without his mask, you want to put him through the paces of reaction, committing each expression to memory, cataloging them for future use. So you go up on your knees again and come off his cock, then bring yourself back down. You do it a few more times, watching Simon’s expression with enormous interest, the pleasure and arousal doing fabulous things to his face.

He moans your name, and you’re definitely going to use that as fantasy fodder in the future.

Your earlier orgasm gives you plenty of lubrication to work with, and so you start to fuck yourself on him in earnest. In return, you’re rewarded with a low moan and a quiet, “Fuuuuck.”

The friction feels way too goddamn good, setting up another explosive charge inside of you as Simon starts meeting the bounce of your hips with thrusts of his own. Two opposing forces working toward the same goal, and it feels incredible.

You start to rock back on his cock, using his upward thrust as momentum to hit you just right. It’s the perfect angle, apparently for both of you, as Simon’s now breathing heavily, sweat a fine sheen on his skin.

“Yes, Simon, fuck me,” you whisper, beyond turned on at the wet sound of him fucking into you. You can’t tell if it’s hearing his name like that, the command, or both that make him really lean into this, but he’s pushing up hard, groaning and pulling you down so you’re pressed to his chest.

You wonder how long it’s been for him, too—briefly thinking oh god what if he’s got someone back home and I’m a fucking homewrecker before one particular upward thrust makes you cry out, clenching down on him in a way that’s audibly very good for him. You turn your head enough to see your joined hands, and when you squeeze his hand, you don’t feel any rings on his fingers. He does squeeze back, though, and it just feels like another reassurance.

There’s no way to keep track of time, and you really wish this could go on forever. The heat generated between the two of you is scorching, all-encompassing, a forest fire caught on the cusp of the lookout tower and reported to no one but yourselves.

His pace stutters a moment, the first hint that he’s very close. He releases his grip on your hand to grab at your other hip, pushing you up and off of him before you resolutely sit down, taking his cock in full and drawing a sharp gasp out of both of you.

“No,” you pant. “No, I have an IUD. You can— Ah, fuck— You can come inside me, Simon.”

“Oh, bloody fucking Christ,” he breathes, eyes wide and beautiful. “You’re sure?”

In response, you rock back against him, squeezing hard around his cock. “Affirmative,” you say, then lean down and kiss him again. “Very hard copy.”

And that’s enough to tip him right off the edge. He thrusts once, twice, and then he moans against your mouth, one of his hands going up to card through your hair, pressing you so close to him that you can feel his heart beating against your chest. You feel him come inside you, a pulse of heat, a sense of fullness. The room seems to take on new, brighter colors, and when you look at Simon, he looks fucking euphoric. The firelight gives him a look that’s like a touch of divinity, a golden cast over his face and body.

You take your time getting off of him, enjoying the feeling of him inside you too much. That, and there’s no bathroom, no shower—the comedown also means that reality’s a little too close at hand.

Simon catches his breath, hand loosely stroking your hair, and he presses a kiss to your temple before letting his head fall back onto the pillow. “Holy fuck,” he says.

You grin and nod against his shoulder, then slowly pull yourself off his softening cock, causing both of you to groan, albeit far weaker than before. You collapse onto the narrow bed beside him, nuzzling up close to him, hand on his chest, as he pulls the blankets up over you and wraps an arm around your shoulder. Your foreheads touch, and you listen to his breaths even out, his heart rate firm and steady under your hand.

“Probably too late to ask if you have a partner, huh?” you say, smiling as you run your thumb over his skin.

“If it’s any consolation, I don’t, and I also feel stupid for not asking.”

You look up at him, the orange line of firelight tracing his features. “I don’t either. You’re good.”

He smiles, and you set that expression in your memory, drawing it in great detail. “My job kind of gets in the way.”

“Mine, too,” you reply, tracing spirals over his chest with your index finger. “It’s hard to get a date when you live out in the middle of nowhere.”

“Didn’t want to go check out the paramilitary extremists next door?”

You grimace and hide your face against his chest, shaking your head. “Gross. No.”

His chest shakes with laughter, and it’s wonderful.

---

Morning comes too quick, dawning cold and gray, reminding you that there’s a whole weird world outside the confines of the lookout tower. You and Simon get up, both aching very pleasantly, exchanging one too-brief kiss before his radio goes off.

“Ghost, how copy?” Price’s voice comes through in a crackle.

“Fuck,” Simon hisses, getting up and crossing the room to his radio. You at least can enjoy that he does so fully nude. He picks up the radio and keys it, scratching at his stubble as he responds, “At location 29-B and holding, Captain,” he says, his voice a dry scratch of sound. “The ranger had a medical issue.”

“Is she alright? Do you need a med evac?”

“Negative,” he replies. “We’re moving in about an hour.”

“Rog’. Keep me posted.”

“Will do, sir.”

An hour. You groan and fall back on the bed, staring up at the bare wood ceiling, decades worth of cobwebs in the corners. Simon falls back into bed beside you, cupping your face and drawing you into another firm kiss. Then, something dawns on you, and you lean back, looking over his handsome face in the morning light.

“When you say we’re moving in an hour, do you mean moving out, or just moving?”

His brows go up, slightly crooked smile on his face. “I think I didn’t specify, Ranger,” he says. “Do you have a preference?”

You laugh, leaning in close and pressing your forehead against his again. “Affirmative,” you say.

Simon laughs and shakes his head. “You could just say yes.”

[rzyraffek]

This is my first time doing an ask, but I was wondering if I could request an ftm/ftnb reader x slasher fic (any character you think would fit/any character you want to add) where the reader has trouble breathing in the winter/cold and wearing their binder just makes it worse and their whole body is sore due to going up and down stairs so much so they can't keep up with the slashers longer strides and has to run after them.

Like, if the reader and the slashers were at the zoo or somewhere outside and the reader just started to take SUPER deep breaths just to be able to breathe normally or just to get air; especially after walking up or down stairs or hills.

And at one point the reader just gets tired of having to take so many deep breaths so they just go the the bathroom and take off their and layer two jackets over their shirt since they didn't bring an extra bra.

And like about 20 minutes later, reader STILL has to take super deep breaths just to actually breathe and having to run after the slashers just to be able to walk next to them; but with how sore reader is, they can't keep up with their partner and often has to take 3-minute breaks just to be able to catch their breath.

Remember binder users! You should wear them only up to 6hours daily! Dont ruin your ribcage!! I use to wear binder so yeah, I get it.

Anyways👹ofc i will write this!

So bacially, ftm s/o struggles with breathing due to binder and weather! You didn't specified which slashers so I will just go with flow on this one!

Slashers with s/o that struggles with breathing due to binder

Micheal Myers

Don't worry dude is used to noises of people choking to death lol

But fr dude gets a bit worried? He doesn't like how sometimes s/o has to take breaks just to breathe

If you guys are in rush and s/o has to take a break dude will just "hell nah fuck this" and pick s/o up

Micheal really doesn't care about gender or sex. Your a dude? 👍. There's no need to 'prove it' or look certain way for him to belive you

Brahms Heelshire

Dude fr will set a timer on his phone so s/o won't 'overdose' binder 😭

Erm honey you are starting to hyperventilate, its time for a break dont you think?

Brahms acually did his homework and read bunch of articles about binders and now he understands way more😊👍

Darling remember to exercise before and after you wear it so it less uncomfy

Finds s/o very cute and squishes them too hard sometimes

Billy Lenz

????

The fuck?Are you suffocating or something? *judges*

What feels worse? Wearing binder a bit too tight or billy sitting on your chest while your trying to sleep?

Bro doesn't understand what is "gender dysphoria" and tired to hide s/o binder once cuz he didnt trust it

Lucky for you Billy doesn't go outside, so you don't have to worry about him getting lost walking faster than you

What are pronouns?

Jason Voorhees

Oh Jason you big baby

Jason just feels bad, cuz he knows that s/o feels less cool without the binder but baby you cant breathe😭

Of course he will wait for s/o and he won't rush them at all!

Will try to convince s/o to not wear binder so often. Jason sees you as a perfect boufriend weather you wear it or no

Genuinely worried about s/o health

Asa Emory

Ah creature, why would you think that wearing binder for whole day was a good idea?

Dude is smart, he already knew what binders are!

He is aware that trans people often struggle with dysphoria and he can't just be like "dont wear a binder lol" so he tries to calming explain that nono honey you are a man even if you don't have a flat chest i love you

If he finds out that s/o whats a top surgery, Asa went "Alr bet" and then your bank account blew up

Funfact! If s/o was openly trans before they met Asa... dude was convinced that s/o just has severe asthma 😭 he was like ??? Uh do you have your inhalator with you?? Or like is it temporary???

👽guys I ate good chicken today. With sauce

Also im not sure if its good? I kinda forgot how to write entering stuff😭😰

[hughesluv]

Rainy Days & Movie Marathons | Jack Hughes

jack hughes x fem! reader it’s a rainy day in new jersey and you spend it watching movies with your lovely (but immature) boyfriend. (words: 0.5k)

a/n: it’s rainy and cold outside right now. The air quality is also really shitty due to the wildfires in canada, so that all collectively inspired me to write this!

Droplets of rain hit the window of yours and Jack’s shared apartment. You sighed, placing your book down and examining the harsh weather. The thick and dense fog covered the ground from your view.

“I don’t think it’s stopping anytime soon, J.” Your voice has a slight tone of disappointment in it and you look over to Jack who wears a toothy smile.

“Oh no, it’s so terrible that you have to spend a whole day inside with your boyfriend.” He mocks with a gasp. You roll your eyes in response, placing your book down, and standing up from your reading nook. His smile only grows wider when he realizes you are coming to cuddle with him. He holds his hands out like a needy toddler in need of attention.

You plop down beside him on the couch to which he repositions you on his lap. His hands rest around your waist, while yours tangled in his hair.

“I wanted to go on a walk or get some exercise outside.” You whine. The second he curls his eyebrow up, you regret ever saying anything about exercising, “Do not say something inappropriate!” You warn him with a grin.

His smile turns into a smug smirk, “I know a way you can exercise that includes the both of us.” His hands move from around your waist, to your thighs in a suggestive manner.

“How old are you again?” Sarcasm drips from your voice. You swat his hands off your thighs and back onto your waist. He throws his head back in laughter at your words. “On a more serious note, what do you want to do?”

Jack’s eyebrows furrow and pure concentration paints his features. Your hands run through his thick, brown hair. He had cut a few inches off his mop of a hairdo after the devils were eliminated from the playoffs, making it the perfect length. Of course he loved when his hair was a bit longer so it stuck out of his helmet, giving him amazing ‘flow’; however, you preferred when it was like this.

Finally, lightbulbs light up in his eyes, “Movie marathon?” He questions with a boyish grin. Movie marathons were nothing new to you both. You spent too many nights snuggled up in a fuzzy blanket together, binging whatever shows or movies that looked appealing- occasionally rewatching some of your favorites.

“Only if I get to pick the first movie,” you respond.

“You picked the last ten movies!” He argues, dramatically dragging out his words. You let out a loud giggle, knowing you indeed have chosen the last few movies. Despite that, you feign innocence, mustering up the best puppy dog eyes you can, and allowing your lips to downturn into a frown. With a sigh, he gives in, “Fine, but you better choose something good.”

A wicked smirk graces your lips, “I was thinking… The Notebook?” The Notebook was one of the best movies created (in your opinion). It was a gut-wrenchingly sad, romcom- which you and Jack have already watched about fifteen times. It became a household favorite, and the top option for movie night.

He tries to bite back the toothy smile that tugs at the corners of his lips, but he can’t. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” Your cheeks develop a pink hue and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. He lets out a chuckle, kissing your shoulder. “Shall we begin our marathon?”

“We shall.” You say while reaching for the remote and searching for the movie.

[driedpeanuts69]

STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT

pairing: tony stark x f!reader

summary: it’s 2013 and tony stark is receiving the backlash of the alien invasion on new york. constant anxiety attacks, the cruel thoughts of never been enough — until he met her.

warnings: mentions of anxiety attacks, but ultimately just fluff

This was ridiculous, so ridiculous, he knew it was ridiculous. He was Tony Stark — he wasn’t a child anymore, or a drunk-fuelled teenager. He can’t be acting like this when he is Iron Man, a hero of the people.

Yet, he was.

The heavy weight on his chest was non-stop and he wondered to whoever was listening on why this was happening to him. Why the drags of mental health had chipped away at his brain when really, he should be fine.

He wasn’t fine.

He hasn’t been fine since that day.

The air crushing feeling of dragging a nuke through a wormhole heading to space in just a titanium suit. He was only human after all, a selfless human deemed selfish despite his clear acts to prove otherwise.

He could feel tears resting at the corners of his brown eyes as his fingers laced together against his chest. Tony didn’t know where to go when the first anxiety attack hit, he just knew he needed fresh air.

It was early in the morning and no other Avenger’s in the new-appointed tower was awake or even aware that Tony was around. So, he left in a hurry down the elevator and sat in a staggered state on the first bench in the street.

Warm lights flickered from lampposts and the cold breeze of NYC’s weather sent goosebumps against his bare arms. Sometimes when he exhaled deeply, a cloud of cold air would leave.

But then, there was a presence. And it wasn’t harsh, or scary, or even sceptical. He just didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially fans. So he kept his eyes forward and untuned.

“Hey—“

Can I have your autograph?

“—are you alright?”

Tony’s lips fell agape, shocked and bewildered. He turned to his left and saw a woman looking down at him. She was the epitome of an angel. Soft locks of brown hair fell across her shoulders and the warm glow of lights created a halo above her perfect face.

Then she laughed, and he really thought he was in heaven.

“Hey,” she said again, clutching onto her jacket. “Tony, right?”

“Right.” She smiled, and there was something so exciting in her smile. “And you are?”

“Y/N.” God, her smile. “So, are you alright, Tony?”

There was a tiny switch in his brain bordering on the level if to share or not; he decided not to. But then the more he looked at her, the more his shell chipped away. There was something in her eyes that made her so inviting.

He was in trouble.

Serious trouble.

“Peachy.” He responded, flashing a grin. “What is a uh, pretty woman like you doing out here so late?”

She laughed — Lord help me — and sat down next to him. She crossed her legs and turned her body towards him and that was when he could get a really good look.

This woman beside him was in scrubs, blue with a great yellow sticker that said ‘visitor’. Her hair was pushed back with round-rimmed glasses with a brown hue and freckles adorned her face. She looked young, mature too.

“My shift just ended.” She checked the watch on her wrist. “Realistically, I should’ve finished at 5 but,” she just shrugged.

“You’re a nurse?”

She raised her brows and smirked, “Psychologist. I was sent in as a consultant but my patient had an emergency surgery. And then, well the rest would go against patient confidentiality.”

Tony bit his lower lip and grinned. “Very professional.” He then rolled his head along his shoulders and gave her a dazed stare. “And here I thought you was just a nurse, shame on me.”

“Shame on you.”

He grinned once more before looking back into the distance. His heart was steady now, there was no shaking — whatever layer of sweat he once had was dissipated. Maybe it was because she was a distraction (or a piece of heaven) but whatever it was, she helped. Somehow.

“Have you tried breathing exercises? It sounds stupid, but it works like a charm.”

Tony slowly looked back at her, brows raised and lips agape.

“For anxiety attacks, or panic attacks.” He gave her a questioning look so she smiled softly at him.

“How did you—“

“Know?” She pointed at him. “I have a PhD in psychology. And, I used to get them terribly when I was younger.”

He chuckled. “Of course.”

“And… not to say I’m observant or anything but, well—“ She reached over and swiped the skin under his eye. Gentle, soft — a touch like no other. Tony practically melted into it. “You was crying.”

“That’s a tug to my masculinity.” He chuckled. “Thank you, Doc.”

She smiled once more and followed his stare to the emptiness in front of him. Quiet, alone, together. Tony can’t remember the last time he was near someone at his lowest, not like this at least. Not a stranger who stepped in through the night and blessed him with hands so soft and words so sweet.

“You’re too kind.” He stated, like it was a fact so strong it was hard to say otherwise. “That can get you in trouble.”

She nervously bit her lip and murmured something under her breath. “Trouble? Maybe. But sometimes people need it, need to know there’s more to this world than hate and war.”

Tony hummed, “Maybe.”

“You never know what you might change with words alone.” She downcast her eyes to her interlocked hands and sighed. “It’s a powerful tool.”

“A stupid tool.” He interjected. “Words get you no where.”

“That’s your problem.” She playfully shoved him and he laughed along with it. “You can’t fight yourself out of intergalactic space wars and believe that’s it.”

“Oh God, are you a fan?”

She laughed again, this time it echoed across the vast darkness and soothed his heavy heart. “No, no!” She laughed again. “I live in New York. My favourite Bodega got destroyed! I mean, I was hiding out in my office — very scary.”

“Office? You’re private?”

Shyly, she tucked a strand of hair behind her golden jewelled ears and flashed a flattered smile. “I am.”

“How old are you?”

“30.” Then she cringed. “29.” She crossed her other leg over. “I turn thirty two weeks today.”

Tony smirked and rested his arm along the wooden back of the bench. He was so close to her shoulders, where he could just wrap his arm around her like his usual Playboy self. Maybe get something out of this. But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t — he didn’t want to. She was something else.

“Happy birthday.”

“In two weeks time.”

“Blesses and blesses.”

She chuckled, “What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Sounds fitting.”

She laughed some more, and he wondered if she always laughed like this. Maybe she doesn’t laugh and he’s such an enigma that she can’t stop. Or maybe she’s just such a joyous person, and she has to laugh because she knows how infectious it is.

He laughed along with her.

“Sorry about the Bodega.” It felt weird apologising, but he thought he had to. Or maybe he owed it to her, or himself.

“Sorry?” She frowned. “Don’t be sorry. It wasn’t your fault.”

He scoffed. He didn’t believe that, or believe her. But then he caught her stare and maybe she was right. Her hand stretched out and she carefully cupped his — so soft.

“I was watching the news when it was all happening. I remember the terror everyone was going through.” She rubbed her thumb along his tanned skin, his heart was beating too fast. “But, you was there. Everyone thought you died. That’s- what you went through must’ve been horrible; I can’t even describe it.”

He cupped his other hand around hers. “It was nothing - no sweat.” Then she gave him a pointed look and he crumbed under the pressure. “It was sweat. A lot of sweat.”

It was silent again. But never the silence Tony was used to; the silence where he could feel everything but hear nothing while his breathing became erratic. This type of silence was warm, appreciative and calm. Comforting at most.

But then he shot up and turned to her, his face screwed in deep confusion. “Why do you care?”

A question so harsh was met with melodies as her chest bubbled and she grinned ear to ear. He only looked more confused, and then her smile fell dull. “Oh… you’re being serious.” Nervously tucking a strand of hair away, she offered her best meek smile. “You’re a person, Tony. Of course I care.”

“But why?”

“Why not? Where would people be if they didn’t care for one another?”

He shrugged. “Alone. Probably.”

“Are you alone?”

That was a heavy question.

“Not right now.” He lolled his head to the side and got caught up in the constellation on her sky. There was something about her that was so truth-telling, an impossible feeling that he couldn’t ever lie. “I am. Alone.” He sighed. “Are you trying to assess me?”

“No!” She laughed again. “I’m off-duty. I’m just, being a someone who can listen.”

“Someone who can listen…” It sounded strange on his lips. “You’re something else, you know?”

“Flattery from Tony Stark. I’m one lucky woman.”

He smiled. “I’m one lucky man.”

Silence loomed over once more and there was an understanding that this was their goodbye, an end of an interaction unlike any other. Maybe Tony didn’t want it to end. Maybe she didn’t either.

“I should…”

“Yeah.”

She cleared her throat and stood up. Even then, Tony still held on to her hand. “Tony—“

“I know, I know.” He grinned before bringing her hand close to his lips, a small peck on the softness of her knuckles as a sort-of goodbye. “Is it weird to say I don’t want this to end?”

She chuckled. “I think it means you need to talk to people more.” His eyes fell sunken yet his smile stayed strong. It was all in the eyes, it’s always the eyes. She leant forward — inches away from him. “It’s not weird at all.”

With one final action, she kissed his cheek.

“Goodnight, Tony.”

He frowned and squeezed her hand once more. “Thank you, Doc.”