#Horde II | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

In 2020, 27% of US Tumblr users had an annual household income of over $100,000.

red-dead-sakharine · 23 days

Text

Even my pawn is asking for a hard mode!

I have so many questions 😂

Wyd, honey, our capabilities have progressed beyond the challenges of any location. That's why we're duo-ing this, dressed for style and not for stats.

more DDII stuff

#he's bored of slaughtering his way through a horde of thieves #(he also slaughtered both battahl and vernworth via the plague)#bloodthirsty mofo #dragon's dogma 2 #oc: wyd #oc: zachariah #dd2 #dragon's dogma ii #dragons dogma 2 #dragon's dogma #ddii #dd2 wyd #rds #dragons dogma #gif set #funny #pawn chatter

10 notes · View notes

infinite-ticking-clock37 · 7 months

Text

I had a dream last night that Silver Spoon from II was alone in a forest on a quest or something and was super hungry and was singing about wanting to eat this bird he found

#inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity invitational #ii silver spoon #silver spoon ii #the dream was also like an ii and she-ra crossover #idek #silver was on the hordes side too like really dude #infinite #infinite rambles

12 notes · View notes

rosebramblewolf · 2 years

Text

something fun (for a given value of fun) about doing loremaster is the desolace centaur clans, im not actually 100% sure you have to do both of their questlines to get loremaster of kalimdor but im not planning to risk it

so im over here murdering the ones i want to eventually befriend, so i can do the other clans quest first and then murder all of those guys

(which will necessitate a LOT more murder because you lose 100 rep for each one you kill and only gain 20 rep for each member of the enemy clan)

#piratewolf plays #world of warcraft #wotlk classic #the quest for loremaster mach ii #(i think i need to start tagging it - i might want to look back on these posts later)#(when wrath was live i did loremaster on alliance im doing it horde this time its neat to note the differences)#(there are a LOT of horde quests i never knew were a thing)

3 notes · View notes

vexwerewolf · 7 months

Text

Showrooms of LANCER Manufacturers

IPS-N

IPS-N showrooms are what you'd get if you slammed a truck dealership, a hardware store, a camping gear shop and a sports bar together in the Bass Pro Shops Pyramid. We're talking row upon row of shelves stocked with the most precision-engineered engine parts you can print on one side of the floor, and on the other, durable, hard-wearing survival gear. Camping stoves you can run off of your mech's coldcore, sleeping bags that'll survive a HEX charge, automatic camo cloth, the works.

Right down the middle, you've got the mech floor. They've got the Tortuga. They've got the Blackbeard. They've got the Drake. They've got the Lancaster and the Kidd. They've got the Vlad (they put a chain-link fence covered in DO NOT TOUCH signs around that one after the infamous CFO's 10-year-old Incident). They've even got the Raleigh, kinda tucked away a little bit behind the water feature, but it's there!

Everything on the shop floor is ruggedized to the point that you could take a mech's fist to it without leaving a dent - and they sometimes do that to demonstrate the engineering quality. There's a giant screen hanging from the ceiling displaying constant advertising for the mechs and IPS-N in general, usually striding purposefully through idyllic Diasporan wilderness or doing hard, honest work like starship loading or construction. There's a mixtape of the most famous bro-country hits playing 24/7.

Smith-Shimano Corpro

In a word: bespoke. Everything in this place is custom. Each and every desk is individually built according to the height of the salesperson who sits behind it, and manages to be a unique art piece without disrupting the overarching aesthetic of the showroom. Whenever there's a change of staff on the sales floor, they rearrange every single desk so that they're still in ascending order.

All of the salespeople are inhumanly pretty, by the way. This atelier has its own fully-staffed makeup and wardrobe team. You're part of a work of art when you work for SSC. Everything and everyone gleams. Even the most chic visitors might feel underdressed in the midst of all this splendour.

The mechs aren't just there to be sold, they're there to be part of the experience. You might see a Monarch holding up the ceiling like the titan Atlas himself. A Mourning Cloak might be posed provocatively like a nude statue. That Swallowtail - is it in a slightly different position every time you see it, or is that just its camouflage decals? How does it always manage to be just inside your line of sight, even when you're looking somewhere else?

They have a catwalk, like you'd see at a fashion show, but it's sized for mechs. If they really think you might make a purchase, they'll queue up the entire performance for you, and you'll get to see a Viceroy strut.

The mix tape for this showroom is a seamless mixture of complex jazz, psychedelic ambient and classical piano music. It's sophisticated and mysterious.

Harrison Armory

Imagine if America could be a showroom. Harrison Armory mech outlets are part dealership, part museum. Every mech is in its own diorama, depicting some heroic event in the Armory's glorious history. A phalanx of Sherman Mk. Is holds the line against some Diasporan slaver-tyrant's army. A Saladin fends off Karrakin hordes during the Interest War. The Genghis Mk. II? Oh, that diorama isn't open right now, it had to be closed for *coughcoughcough* and *coughcoughcough* but let's move on shall we heh heh

Everyone who works here has been in the Colonial Legion at some point, and knows every specification of the mechs they sell off by heart without even looking at their slate. If possible, the Armory tries to employ people who have actual combat experience with the mechs they're selling; people who can speak to the efficacy of their technology first-hand. It's one of the many programs which the Armory has open for retired veterans; it's easy work for decent pay, good benefits and it looks great on your Social.

The music here is a constant loop of patriotic Armory anthems. If you've ever heard the music from Starship Troopers, or the Outbreak of War from Star Ocean, you'll know what I'm talking about.

HORUS

Being a decentralized omninet collective with no official branding or even consistent manufacturing standards, it should come as no surprise that HORUS has no showrooms.

ERR:CONNECTION_INTERRUPT

CartesianWhisper: P55555t CartesianWhisper: Ignore that 5hithead CartesianWhisper: They don't have any idea what they're talking about CartesianWhisper: You want a mech, kid? CartesianWhisper: And I'm not talking the tra5h the Purv5 try to 5ell you CartesianWhisper: Or that overpriced garbage 55C want5 you to mortgage your genetic5 for CartesianWhisper: Or the macho trucker bull5hit IP5-N i5 trying to hawk CartesianWhisper: I'm talking about the REAL DEAL CartesianWhisper: The PROPER 5TUFF CartesianWhisper: Log on to rgx0582.node-7.c4l.omni CartesianWhisper: I'll 5how you what true power mean5 >:]

#lancer #lancer rpg #lancerrpg #lancer-rpg #mecha #ttrpg #mech

1K notes · View notes

wileys-russo · 8 months

Text

late night visits II k.mccabe x reader

i think this is the longest fic i've written so far but as she deserves, katie is so lover girl coded and no one can convince me otherwise

late night visits II k.mccabe x reader 7.3K words

"katie!" the irishwoman glanced up with a squint, standing taller to try and see over the crowd of drunken bodies packing the bar. finally she spotted her friends jammed into a booth toward the back and pushed her way through toward them.

"jesus is there like a two for one special on drinks tonight or what?" katie huffed as she took the vacant seat beside leah, looking around at the hordes of patrons around them. the little restaurant and bar was hardly unknown, however it rarely got this busy.

"guess our little secret isn't so secret anymore." jen chuckled, sliding katie a rum and coke she'd ordered her earlier as the irishwoman sent her a grateful smile before necking it. "slow down katie! it's not a race." beth laughed with a shake of her head as the irishwoman grinned.

"almost every bar in manchester was like this it took like a half an hour to even be served!" alessia piped up, seated beside leah and across from jen. the small group of girls deciding at training earlier today they'd go out for a drink tonight since there wasn't a match this weekend.

the invitation had been extended to the whole team but a lot had plans to go and see partners or family in the short few days break.

"oh we don't have that issue here, do we katie?" jen teased with a smirk as the girl in question rolled her eyes. "i don't even know if she's workin jen, lay off!" she defended. :please like you haven't memorised her schedule by now." leah joined in with a chuckle.

"i feel like im missing some context here?" alessia piped up with a confused frown, not quite following along with the light hearted teasing.

"katies sleeping with one of the bar tenders." beth eagerly filled the younger blonde in as viv smacked her on the shoulder with a look of disapproval. "are you?" alessias curious gaze turned to katie who groaned.

"sometimes. it doesn't matter anyway its none of any of your businesses!" the brunette warned sternly, sending a particularly harsh look toward laura who couldn't seem to stop herself from laughing at the situation.

"wonderful. you can get the next round then!" leah grinned and gave her a shove almost sending the girl flying onto her ass out of the booth as katie shot leah a glare but nonetheless stood to her feet.

"russo you're coming with me, i need extra hands and you're the least annoying one present tonight." katie gestured toward the girl who scrambled quickly over leah.

"thank you…i think?" alessia frowned as katie slung an arm over her shoulder, tugging her away from the group who resumed their chatter. "so is she here?" the blonde asked looking around eagerly as they finally got to the bar.

"that one." katie gave in with a sigh, nudging alessia and pointing you out where you were busy making cocktails at the other end of the bar. "she's gorgeous." alessia stated with a nod of approval as katie couldn't help but chuckle, small talk made between the two as they waited for someone to come take their order.

someone who katie secretly hoped was you.

meanwhile you joked around around with a few regulars, making sure to maintain the bright smile on your face despite how much harder you were needing to work tonight, the growing frustration inside you that as per usual your boss had understaffed for a busy night to save money.

"well well, i thought i heard security talking about trouble brewing." you greeted the familiar irishwoman with a grin as you wiped your damp hands on your apron, katies own face curling into a smug smile as she shamelessly checked you out.

admittedly the brunette was somewhat of a weak spot for you, there was just something about her cheeky grin which oozed confidence, paired with that strong accent and effortless charm she made your knees buckle.

you wound up a messy of sweaty limbs tangled in one another's bedsheets far more often than you'd care to admit, reaching out to one another at all sorts of hours with all sorts of excuses for your late night visits.

it should have been a seemingly easy relationship, you used one another for whatever was needed without really holding any responsibilities for how the other felt.

the first time you'd slept together was a few months ago and you'd both agreed it was just a one time thing. merely a drunken fling as you and katie had shared a few drinks once you'd clocked off for the night, which inevitably ended in your sweaty bodies pressed up together in her bed a couple of hours later.

yet months later and here she still was, looking you up and down with a hungry glint in her eyes probably imagining the lustful activities she hoped would be happening later on.

there was just one small problem to all of this, which was that you secretly wanted more. you wanted her in a way where it didn't feel transactional, where you weren't just a late night thought but rather could be someone meaningful to her.

but you knew that wasn't on the cards for katie and so you'd convinced yourself into a firm state of delusion where it didn't hurt to continue on like nothing had changed and you didn't secretly hope for more.

your friends had begged you end it, seeing how much it knocked your normally confident persona down, playing on your self esteem and picking at insecurities you didn't even know were there as you couldn't help but wonder why she only wanted to keep it casual if it was such a seemingly common occurence.

you couldn't quite say when things had started to shift,. as at first you were more than satisfied with just being friends with benefits, barely meeting the friends part since you hardly knew anything about one another.

maybe that's what had made it easier in the early stages, that lack of knowledge and impersonal connection. you didn't know anything about football nor did you care to change that, so of course to you she was just a girl, not some big celebrity superstar athlete.

thats not to say she didn't show her athletic prowess in other ways, the irishwoman had the best stamina you'd ever seen and could go for hours without even needing a water break.

and when the relationship was only transactional, impersonal and occasional, you were fine with it.

but lately, lately things had been different. and it had all started a couple of weeks ago.

once the two of you had finished for the night, katie had stuck around. she begun to ask questions, about you, your work, your family, and to your shock seemed actually interested in the answers.

she hadn't stayed the night, only for a couple of hours and a cup of tea but it was out of the ordinary behavior from your usual arrangement. though you'd tried not to dwell on it too much, knowing that overthinking it was dangerous.

but then it had happened again the next time, and again the time after that. katie once more asking you question after question, and if she wasn't doing that she was telling you the more intimate details of her life and her family, or debriefing about a particularly hard training session or her concerns for an upcoming match.

without even realising it she'd kicked down your walls and she'd done the worst possible thing in a friends with benefits situation, she'd begun to accidentally indulge you into what it could be like if the two of you were more.

"we're completely out of bacardi and we're running low on jager." nathan, one of your coworkers, popped up beside you as you bent down to grab a cider for a customer from the fridges under the bar.

now counting down until the end of your shift, you were endlessly grateful you weren't on close tonight. though things had begun to die down, the more rowdier of patrons beginning to be moved on by security, you knew there would be some that lingered long into the night.

"there's more downstairs, i'll go stock up before i finish so you don't need to worry about it. can you handle this for awhile?" you offered, the boy sighing in relief and nodding with an appreciative smile.

you untied your apron and tossed it under the counter, jumping over the small gate at the end of the bar and ducking around the corner where only staff were allowed.

busying yourself quickly checking your phone you hadn't noticed someone follow, someone whose eyes had been trained to you most of the night, who'd been relentlessly teased by her friends for exactly that.

"scuse me but has anyone ever told you your bum looks quite peachy in those shorts?" your eyes flickered up from your screen as the brunette grinned cheekily, taking a few steps toward you as you shook your head and slipped your phone into your pocket.

"just drunken creeps who i've had kicked out right afterwards." you smiled, katies hands finding their way to your hips as she gently pressed you into the wall, blue eyes twinkling mischievously.

"send them my way next time, i'll be sure to teach em some manners about how to treat a pretty girl." katies smile widened as her eyes flickered down toward your lips.

"i'm still on the clock here mccabe." you chuckled, pushing her off gently as you knew what would happen next if you didn't. "well then when do you get off?" she asked, pressing her body back into yours as you shook your head.

"in an hour." you revealed watching her lips curl into a smirk. "then i'll meet you out back by your car." the older girl spoke suggestively, face so close to yours you could feel the warm tickle of her breath against your lips but then just like that she was gone, striding off back into the public area seeking out her friends.

with a sigh and a shake of your head you straightened up, banishing the lust which clouded your mind and hurrying off downstairs to the dry store.

of course katie wound up in your bed that night, a chorus of moans of plesure and lips smacking together in sloppy kisses, crisp linen gripped in white knuckled fists with sweaty limbs tangled.

this was then once again followed by a cup of tea and soft conversations about your childhood pets, quite the contrast from your previous activites.

then things only became stranger that next morning.

sundays were always your day off so you'd never have alarms set, allowing your body to wake you up whenever it was ready, purposefully never setting up any plans or commitments you needed to arise early for.

so when your eyes fluttered open around eleven in the morning, your room still quite dark due to an overcast and cloudy day, nothing seemed out of sorts.

it wasn't until you shifted tiredly that you felt someone move beside you. your body was instantly jolted awake, and that's when you became aware of the warm arm draped lazily over your naked midsection, an arm that was not yours.

with a sharp intake of breath you slowly turned your head to the side, seeing a mop of brunette hair sprawled across the pillows, duvet only partially covering her half naked form, tanned back moving up and down as she slept soundly with her face smushed into the mattress, and your eyes widened at the sudden realisation that katie had slept over.

she never slept over, even spending a few hours chatting your ear off with a cup of tea she'd never stayed afterwards. you weren't sure if she could hear but your hate rate began to thunder in your ears, thumping like horses hooves against a track as your cheeks flushed scarlet red.

"i can feel your eyes burning a hole into the side of my head ya know." the irishwoman finally spoke, accent somehow thicker in her half awake state as she gently pushed herself up and flopped onto her side with a tired sigh.

your skin burned where her arm had been as she retracted it, running a hand through her hair and flicking it to one side of her head, blinking tiredly with a stretch as your eyes did their best not to fall directly down to her bare chest.

"you can look you know, certainly did last night." she grinned, immediately noticing your internal struggle as her own blue eyes shamelessly roamed your naked body with a hungry glint before you tucked yourself more into the duvet making her chuckle.

"you stayed over." was all you could manage to spit out, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "with observations like that you could give up bar tending for some detective work." katie smiled teasingly as you rolled over and grabbed your top off the floor.

slipping it over your head to somewhat cover up you tossed katie's at hers, the material smacking her in the face as you sat up, snatching your underwear off the floor and wiggling quickly into it.

"you've never stayed over." you made your point a little firmer, slipping out of the bed as katie now sat up, tugging her own shirt on.

"well we were talking in bed and i guess we both fell asleep." the irishwoman shrugged casually, grabbing her suit pants off the floor and slipping into them, buttoning them as she stood. you only hummed not really believing her as the action was so out of character, but you were too tired to argue as you tied your hair up into a messy bun.

"you should come to the game today, there's still tickets." katie spoke up again, sat on the end of the bed as she laced up her shoes. you choking on your own spit at the shock from her statement, the girl glancing over her shoulder with an amused smile before turning back round, not mentioning anything more than that.

you walked her to the front door wordlessly, cogs going into overdrive in your mind, almost in shock katie couldn't hear how loud your overthinking was right now.

"catch you later maybe kid." katie winked charmingly, pressing a kiss to your cheek and stepping out the front door. striding down your driveway without a single look back she slipped into an uber as you touched your cheek and slowly closed your front door.

oh you were down bad, and maybe it was time you started dealing with it.

and that exact thought was how you found yourself huddled among a small group of your friends, rain drizzling down on your head and body tucked into itself trying to utilise your body heat to warm up.

your friend mathew was doing his very best to keep you interested, explaining every little rule and tactic that he could as the match dragged on, desperate to try and up your enthusiasm of what was apparently a fantastic game being played.

the poor boy raised a die hard arsenal fan was over the moon when you'd loosely mentioned attending as the two of you caught up for brunch. within five minutes he'd somehow conjured you up a ticket, forced you into a jersey, talked your ear off the entire car ride and here you were.

you'd chosen not to mention that the girl you were so hung up who was in your bed at least twice a week nowadays was the katie mccabe, you'd not told any of your friends her actual name only referring to her as 'bar girl', and so the only ones who could have put two and two together were maybe your coworkers.

though all of you were generally so run off your feet most nights they hardly batted an eyelid into your personal life, too focused on making it home to their own beds rather than being hung up on who was sneaking into yours.

"oh they're doing a lap! come on i wanna get my shirt signed by viv if i can she's one of the only ones im missing." mathew eagerly grabbed your hand, practically yanking you out of your chair and away from the rest of your friends who you hastily waved goodbye to.

"you know if i just gave you my jersey one time-" "no matty, the answer will always be a no." you chuckled, despite not knowing of your late night visitors identity the boy did know the arsenal girls frequented your workplace, and he was forever pestering you about having them sign something

you'd held firm with a no, and would continue to.

one of the main reasons the girls continued to come back was that you all made sure to treat them like actual people, and despite being more than household names your regulars tended to leave them be most of the time as well, most of the time.

you hung by yourself away from the main crowd eagerly chatting to the players, leaning against the barrier and busying yourself organizing to cover a few vacant shifts next week.

trying to save to upgrade your car you would take any extra money you could get at the moment, now only a few thousand away from your goal.

"want me to sign that for ya?" your head lifted at the familiar accent, meeting her mischievous blue eyes as she gave you an alluringly cheeky smile.

"no thanks i'm waiting for a starter, not a bench warmer." you quipped back, slipping your phone into your pocket as katie feigned offence.

"how about a goal scorer then?" the brunette moved a little closer, leaning on the barrier with her hands as your eyes drifted down to her well toned arms before flickering back upwards, which didn't go unnoticed by the irishwoman.

"oh did you score? didn't see." you brushed it off with a shrug, katie opening her mouth to speak but falling silent as mathew appeared back by your side, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

at the sight katies stomach flipped a little and her jaw clenched, she watched the boys mouth move, words clearly directed toward her as she only hummed and sent him a polite smile, barely listening.

"well well well, look who it is. our favourite bartender!" the brunette snapped back out of it as jen appeared by her side with a smirk, closely followed by beth. "i thought you weren't a football fan." beth teased, and katie watched as you gestured to the boy beside you, blaming him for your attendance.

you picked up on katies lack of joining into the conversation, trying to catch her attention again but eventually having to excuse yourself and mathew as you had dinner plans. "oo a hot date is it?" beth teased, shooting katie a subtle side eye, the blonde also picking up on her lack of effort to join in.

"every sunday! she loves me for my roast dinners." mathew grinned, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek as you gagged sarcastically and pushed his face away.

"see you round then." you smiled, directing the comment more toward katie than anyone else, frowning a little as she blanked you and walked off without so much as a glance your way.

you didn't see or hear from katie for the next few days, which wasn't all that abnormal seeing as since the two of you were just casually sleeping around you hardly had a regular routine of meet ups.

however when you did finally see her again it wasn't under circumstances you expected.

you were covering the closing shift for nathan tonight as it was his 30th birthday. the seemingly quiet Wednesday not one of your normal rostered days it seemed to be a running joke among the regulars present.

yet no matter how many times you heard the same one liner you still faked a laugh and a grin, watching the tip jar fill up gradually as you did so with a satisfied smile.

given it wasn't all that busy you found yourself people watching in the odd pockets of free time which fell your way, a habit which was easily one of your favorite perks of the job. yourself and your coworkers often busied yourself dreaming up extravagant imaginary lives for the drunken strangers occupying the bar.

but that was how you spotted her, tucked away in a table toward the back and not by herself, an unfamilar blonde sat beside her and the two seemed quite cosy. you watched with a frown as katie mucked about with the blonde, kissing her on the cheek as the girl shoved her away with a grin.

you couldn't but feel as though you'd been punched in the stomach as you wrenched your eyes away, plastering a fake smile on your face and hurrying off to serve a patron.

thankfully you managed to avoid interacting with the irishwoman for the most part, katie too busy entertaining her date as the blonde came up a few times to grab them both drinks, and by some miracle she'd been served by someone else each time.

though of course that luck didn't last.

as the bar began to empty you busied yourself starting to pack down and clean glasses. but you watched on hopelessly as katie made her way over and with your coworker for the night already occupied with other patrons you knew you'd have no way of avoiding her.

"hey." was all the brunette said with a smile that you returned, handing her a rum and a coke like she always ordered and waiting for if she wanted anything else. "oh nah just a water for me i'm drivin, and a glass of house red please." you nodded and wordlessly prepared her drinks.

"just 8.40." you placed the eftpos machine up on the counter as katie tapped her card and hearing the beep you turned back to what you were doing. "hey, can i see you later?" you glanced up realizing she hadn't left yet, lingering at the counter with her drinks in hand and a hopeful look in her eyes.

"i'm on close tonight." you shook your head and katie frowned, unsure why you seemed so upset with her. "i just wanted to-" the brunette started but you cut her off with a scoff, in disbelief she was really trying to come onto you while out with another woman.

casual or not you had higher standards for yourself than that, and maybe your friends were right and it was time you started to treat yourself with a little more kindness.

"i'm working katie, just leave me alone." and with that you ducked out back before the irishwoman could even say another word, stunned at the somewhat aggressive tone which still lingered in the air after your abrupt exit.

since the frosty encounter katie had tried to call and message you but with no response and left on read she'd taken the hint and had backed off.

she'd still been around with her team mates over the weekend for dinner in the restaurant but didn't dare come to order a drink at the bar since you were on shift.

most of the girls gave up questioning her about what had happened, noticing that something had shifted between the two of you, and with a stern warning from the irishwoman hadn't dared to ask you about it either.

but ever persistent and hating to see the obvious discontent hidden behind her friends eyes that the others missed, leah continued to press her for an answer.

"oh for fuck sakes cause she's got a boyfriend leah!" katie eventually snapped and gave in as the blonde had once more cornered her for an interrogation. "what! are you sure? since when?" leah frowned, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the wall.

"i dunno! i met him at that game she came to, he's not even a good lookin fella." katie huffed with a roll of her eyes, sitting down at her locker and beginning to take off her boots. "i thought that she seemed quite into you?" leah sat down beside her as katie sighed deeply.

"i don't know i thought she was. we'd been talking a lot, getting to know each other better, it was starting to feel like more but i guess not. ever since i met him she's been blankin me so i guess whatever it was with us is over now." katie shrugged it off, not wanting to dwell on the subject as she brushed leah off to go for a shower.

"and please don't tell anyone leah!"

and leah tried not to, she really did. but when beth continued to pester katie and she could see the annoyance building, she figured she would be doing the girl a favour by filling the girl in.

"wait that was her boyfriend? i was only joking about the date thing." beth frowned, both girls having filled the other in over a coffee. "did they seem like they were? katie said she's ghosted her ever since so i guess it makes sense?" leahs eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

little did they both know just how wrong they were.

"oh! thats him, thats the boyfriend." beths eyes widened as she gripped leahs bicep, yanking her around to look where she pointed, mathew hanging around chatting to a few of their team mates.

"wait him? i've met that guy a bunch times he's here almost every match." leah realised, beth tightening her grip on her and marching the two of them in the boys direction.

"no personal bartender with you today then?" beth plastered a smile on her face, not wanting to go in with all guns blazing and scare the poor guy off. "oh her? please it took me almost twenty two years to get that girl to come to one game!" the boy laughed and re-introduced himself at beths subtle request.

"twenty two years?" leah frowned a little at the timeline, trying to piece it together. "yeah we go way back, grew up together since we were kids. pretty sure our parents were convinced we were gonna get married someday!" he joked with a grin, beth and leah exchanging a look.

"were?"

"well yeah, when they realised i liked boys and she liked girls that put a bit of a pin in their plans." mathew chuckled, leahs face paling as beth bit her lip to hide a smile at their obvious blunder. "so you two aren't..." beth gestured as the boys eyes widened and he laughed harder.

"please! god no. why, are one of you interested?" he winked, well aware of their ongoing presence at your workplace.

"but no she's very much so single. i've begged her to let me get her back into the dating scene but she's hopelessly hung up on some girl she's been sleeping with for months now-" the boy rolled his eyes, and had you been present you'd have smacked the living daylights out of him for oversharing, his favorite habit.

"-but this girl only wants something casual where as she wants more. so i've tried to get her to cut it off but she's convinced it doesn't hurt to keep it going, which i know her like the back of my hand and believe me, it's hurting her." mathew sighed with a shake of his head, eyes widening when he realized who he was actually talking to.

"but i am very very certain that she would kill me for sharing all of that so please if you see her at the bar don't mention it. i'd quite like to live to see next week i have tickets to next weekends match." the boy joked, glancing over his shoulder as a few of his friends called out for him.

"well fantastic game girls it was lovely speaking to you both. thank you for your time and i am very sorry for filling it with my own voice." he winced apologetically, flashing them a dazzling smile before hurrying off after his friends.

"find katie?" "find katie."

you looked over your shoulder in surprise as there was a knock at your door, a quick tap of your phone screen showing it was nearly half seven at night, hardly a time for a door to door salesmen to be coming round, and most of your friends knew where your spare key was and never hesitated to let themselves in.

pausing the episode of love island you were catching up on as you cooked, you tucked your phone into the pocket of your hoodie and padded over to the door, cautiously opening it as another knock sounded.

"we need to talk."

you stepped back as katie shot past you, a blur of red having just come from a video study debrief for the teams upcoming match against chelsea.

she knew you didn't work sundays so took a shot in the dark that you'd be home, grateful it paid off as you closed your door. "please, come in!" you scoffed at her abruptness, following after her into the kitchen.

"i'm not sleeping with you." you started firmly, crossing your arms over your chest as katie now scoffed, taking a seat at the kitchen bench. "when i said we needed to talk, i meant with our mouths and not with our tongues." the irishwoman quipped back causing a slight blush to creep over your cheeks.

"what's there to talk about katie?" you withheld a groan at the intrusion, ignoring her patting the seat beside her for you to sit down as if she was in her own home, instead you chose to stay standing a few feet away from her.

"why you're actin funny with me." the brunette folded her arms sternly and raised an eyebrow, now thanks to her faithful blonde friends she knew you didn't have a boyfriend she wanted answers as to why you'd been ignoring her.

"i've just been busy." you lied, turning your back to her and busying yourself resuming the chopping and prepping for your dinner, hoping with some minimal responses the brunette would grow tired and hopefully leave.

"bullshit, ya never ignore me entirely." katie held firm, and you could feel her eyes bore into the back of your head like lasers. "why do you even care? its not like we're dating or you can't get your needs met elsewhere." you added the last part a little bitterly, a pause of silence falling between the two of you.

"and what's that supposed to mean then?" katie scoffed, raising an eyebrow at the obvious change of tone. "you know what it means i'm not spelling it out for you." you shook your head, the only sound being your knife hitting the board as you chopped up the peppers.

"jesus would you stop that and actually talk to me?" katie snapped, standing to her feet with a frustrated huff. "okay. you want to do this? fine, lets do this." you also snapped, dropping the knife and spinning around to face the older girl.

"i thought that whatever we were doing was completely casual, a friends with benefits situation and i was fine with that." you started, crossing your arms over your chest. "but then you made it complicated." you accused, pointing at her as she made a face of both confusion and offence.

"i made it complicated? till yesterday i thought ya had a boyfriend you were using me to cheat on with!" katie defended making you now pull a face. "what on earth gave you that impression?" you asked, face scrunched up in both disgust and confusion at the mere thought.

"your boy mathew or whatever his name was!" katie rolled her eyes and you paused for a minute before letting out a loud sarcastic bark of laughter. "my best friend? jesus no he's not my boyfriend katie i'm a lesbian for god sakes!" you corrected now with a roll of your own eyes.

"and like you're one to talk about loyalty anyway. asking me to 'hang out' right after you're on a date with another girl and at my job of all places, you don't want to be used to cheat with? i don't like being a backup option when your first one isn't interested in rounding the bases with you." you spat, katie scoffing at the accusation.

"a date? when the hell did i go on a date? you're deluded!" she waved you off with a shake of her head, accent only getting thicker the more upset she became, still not understanding why everything had changed.

"don't you gaslight me! the blonde you took to dinner the other night, you two certainly seemed cosy." your nostrils flared angrily as you held your ground, not allowing what you'd seen to be dismissed. "the blonde what-" katie grimaced trying to think back, but then it clicked.

and she did quite possibly the worst thing she could have within that moment, grabbing her stomach and doubling over in laughter, which you assumed was at you.

"okay you know what? this conversation is over. get the hell out!" you ordered angrily, clearing the distance between the two of you in a few steps and shoving at her as the brunette barely stumbled backwards, still trying to catch her breath.

"you're quite gorgeous when you're jealous ya know." the irishwoman smirked cockily and your cheeks flushed red at the sudden shift in tone. "i repeat, get. out." you recovered quickly, pointing toward the front door as katies smirk only widened, advancing slowly toward you.

"katie-" you started to warn, backing up until you smacked into the counter, the brunette pressing her body against yours, hands flushed flat on the marble counter as she smiled smugly down at you. "say that again then, tell me to leave and i will."

you tried to tell her to get out, you really did, but as she lent down and brought her face closer to yours you were consumed by the alluringly comforting smell of her perfume, knees wobbly at her pearly white smile and the cheeky twinkle of her blue eyes.

but as your stomach fluttered and your heart leapt into your throat, you remembered that to her this was all just a game, it would never be anything more than this and for your own peace and protection, you couldn't give in.

"get out, please." you dropped your gaze right before her lips could touch softly to your own, gently pushing her off and quickly rounding the counter, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as you could.

"that wasn't a date ya know." you refused to turn around at her words, instead grabbing your knife again and resuming the chopping of your vegetables. "hey would you stop that, please." you hadn't heard her make your way over to you, her hand grabbing yours as you dropped the knife with a sigh.

"five minutes. just give me that to hear me out and then if you still want me to go i'm gone and ya won't hear from me again." she requested softly, you hesitated but after a quick glance at her pleading face you gave in with a sigh.

keeping a firm grip on your hand the irishwoman lead you over to the sofa, gently sitting you down before she took her own seat at the opposite end, purposefully giving you some space.

"that wasn't a date. that blonde lass you saw me with last week was one of my sisters, she came and stayed with me for a few days to see the game and catch up while she's on break from uni." katie started to explain as you felt your cheeks burn bright red in embarrassment, burying your face in your hands with a gentle groan.

"stop that, listen." katie lent forward, tugging your hands away and nudging you to sit up before she settled back and continued. "and the whole reason that i brought her to your work was so she could see ya, cause i might have talked her ear off about you." katies own cheeks now flushed a rosy pink as you frowned slightly.

"because if you'd have spoke with me that night, i was going to ask you on a date." katie revealed nervously, fidgeting a little in her spot. "you were?" was all you could manage to get out, positively overwhelmed at the thought.

"well actually i was going to ask for some clarification around the boyfriend thing, but then if we worked that out yeah i wanted to ask ya on a date." katie smiled awkwardly, rubbing her hands nervously on her thighs.

"but i don't-i thought you wanted things to be casual." you stammered out. "i thought you wanted things to be casual, i'd have asked you out after we first slept together until you brought up it being a one time thing." katie admitted as your eyes widened further.

"which is why i made sure i always left right after, didn't get to know ya, kept it casual. cause i guess you're alright in bed!" the girl teased cheekily, softening the somewhat awkward tension a little which you were grateful for.

"but then i couldn't help myself. i really wanted to get to know you more so i started hanging around a little, asking some stuff, testing the waters. then when you didn't immediately kick me out i thought maybe you might be into us being not so casual." katie admitted, the shy and nervous side of her she was revealing now not anything you'd ever seen from the brunette before.

"then mathew came into the picture and it threw me off!" katie rolled her eyes, a small smile curling into your lips as the puzzle pieces started to align in your head.

"so i guess that kind of brings us to now, and was really all i wanted to say." katie looked to you somewhat hopefully, awaiting to see what you would say next in return.

"i only said we should keep things casual after we slept together because i thought that's what you wanted, and i was fine with it too for awhile. but then you started to hang around and ask questions and seem interested, and then you slept over!" you paused for a moment to collect your thoughts as katie watched on, intently listening.

"well you made it complicated like i said and then i started to indulge myself into the delusions of what things would be like if we were something more. but i never thought you felt the same way and then you asked me to come to your game but you were being weird and quiet the whole time. then you came in with what i assumed was a date that really hit home for me that all we would ever be was casual." you revealed with a small wince at the obvious misunderstandings from the both of you.

"and i don't want that. my friends are all off having kids or getting engaged and i want something more than just casual sex, i want to mean something to someone which is why i brushed you off and sort of ghosted you i guess." you laid your own feelings down on the line somewhat hesitantly, scared for what it meant but unable to continue holding them back anymore.

"so you're telling me, that we could have been something more for the last few months if we just...talked about it." katie cracked a small smile which you returned with a slow nod, the two of you sharing a look before breaking out into a bout of soft laughter.

"jesus christ what a mess." katie sunk into the sofa with another laugh, dragging her hands down her face in disbelief. "do you want to stay for dinner?" you asked with a soft smile, head flopping against the back of the couch as you stared at the irishwoman a few feet away who perked up at the offer.

"i'd love to."

"no you chose last night! give it to me katie, now." you ordered with a huff, struggling to stay balanced as you straddled your girlfriends leg, craning for the remote which the taller girl held just out of your reach.

"i don't want to watch that reality crap you'll put on, can't we at least watch a movie?" katie held firm, pushing you away with her spare hand as you continued to fight her for the remote.

"no! you said that last night and then you fell asleep about ten minutes in." you rolled your eyes at the memory, squealing as a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, quickly pushing you down onto the lounge as she now sat on top of you.

"well here i am wide awake baby girl, so how about we ditch the tv all together and go to bed?" the footballer smiled suggestively, still holding the remote out of your reach. "sure." you smirked, grabbing her collar and pulling her down into a kiss.

"after we watch love island." you snatched the remote from her, taking advantage of her moment of weakness as you pushed her off of you, hastily sitting up and getting comfortable again as you navigated through to find the latest episode.

"are you serious? you would rather watch that crap than have sex with me right now?" katies chest heaved a little at the sudden passionate kiss which was rudely stolen from her, propping her body up on her elbows.

"i can get you in my bed any night of the week you're quite easy, love island is only on wednesdays." you grinned cheekily, clicking into the episode and patting the space beside you. "easy she says!" katie scoffed in disbelief, sitting upright but staying on the other side of the sofa, arms crossed with a frown embedded into her eyebrows.

with a roll of your eyes at her dramatics you shuffled down the lounge, forcefully uncrossing her arms and maneuvering your body to settle half on top of her, back wedged against the arm of the sofa while your legs draped across her lap, shaking out a blanket and settling it over the two of you.

"relax the face baby, at your age you'll get wrinkles." you teasingly rubbed your thumbs against her forehead as she scoffed. "my age! i'm only two years older than ya!" the bruntte shook her head, offence written all over her face as you grinned at how easy she was to wind up.

"you know i've always been into older women." you wiggled your eyebrows as the girls large hand came to cover your face, shoving your head away playfully. "shut up and watch your shit show."

though of course after ten minutes katie was fully invested, asking you all sorts of questions as you'd settled into her arms, her hands sliding under your top and resting on your stomach.

both of you content in the little bubble of domestic bliss you'd created, wrapped around one anothers fingers tightly and very much so smitten, not a single casual thing about any of it.

#woso x reader #woso #katie mccabe x reader #katie mccabe #woso fanfics #woso imagine #engwnt #alessia russo #woso blurbs #awfc x reader #arsenal women

1K notes · View notes

videgme · 2 years

Video

youtube

LINK FOR SUBSCRIBE

HTTPS://VIDEGME

YOUTUBE CHANNEL HERE

████████████████████████████████████████████

ENLACE PARA SUBSCRIBIRSE

HTTPS://VIDEGME

CANAL YOUTUBE AQUÍ

▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓

LINK FULL

VIDEGME CATALOG

CATALOG HERE

▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒

ENLACE CATALOGO

CATALOGO VIDEGME

COMPLETO AQUÍ

░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░

#the #last #of #us #part #II #ps4 #full #game #level #5 #jackson #the #horde #1080p #60fps #sharpen

Subscribe you to my channel here this would help me a lot available in 60 languages. If there is something I can do for you, do not doubt to tell me.

In English: Link to go to Computer

In English: Link to go to smartphone channel

In English: Link to go to smartphone video

الأسبانية - Arabe - Arabic Inglés - English Español - Spanish Holandés - Nederlands - Dutch Azerí - Azərbaycan - Azerbayjani Alemán - Deutsche - German Latín - Lingua Latīna - Romae Imperiam Bielorruso - Беларуская Biełaruskaja - Belarusian Francés - Français - French Bosnio - Босанци Bosanci - Bosnian Portugués - Português - Portuguese Búlgaro - български bəlɡarski - Bulgarian Serbio - српски srpski - Serbian Armenio - հայերեն hayeren - Armenian Checo - čeština - Czech Danés - Dansk - Danish Estonio - Eesti - Estonian Finés - Suomi - Finnish Georgiano - ქართული ენა kartuli ena - Georgian Griego - Ελληνικά - Greek Chino - 中文 Zhōngwén - Chinese Húngaro - Magyar - Hungarian Islandés - íslenka - Icelandic Hindú - हिन्दी - Hindi Indonesio - Bahasa Indonesia - Indonesian Hebreo - עִבְרִית ʿĪvrīt - Hebrew Italiano - Italiano - Italian Japones - 日本語 Nihongo - Japanese Kazajo - қазақ qazaq - Kazakh Suajili - Kiswahili - Swahili Letón - Latviešu - Latvian Lituano - lietuvių - Lithuanian Luxemburgués - Lëtzebuergesch - Luxembourgish Macedonio - Mакедонски Makedonski - Macedonian Malayo - Melayu - Malay Maltés - Malti - Maltese Persa - رسی, Fārsī - Persian Euskera - Euskaldunak - Basque Javanés - ꦧꦱꦗꦮ - Javanese Nepalés - नेपाली -Nepali Noruego - Norsk - Norwegian Úrdu - ردُو‎ - Urdu Filipino - Wikang - Tagalog Polaco - Polski - Polish Irlandés Gaeilge - Irish Rumano - Română - Romanian Ruso - Русский - Russian Maratí - मराठी - Marathi Eslovako - slovenčina, slovenský - Slovak Esloveno - slovenski slovenščina - Slovene Slovenian Afrikáanos - afrikaans - Afrikaans Coreano - Hangugeo - Korean Albanés - shqipë - Albanian Sueco - Svenska - Swedish Tailandés - ภาษาไทย, Phasa Thai -Thai Turco - Türkçe - Turkish Ucraniano - українці ukraintsi - Ucraininan Vietnamita - Tiếng Việt - Vietnamese Catalán Valenciano - català, valencià - Catalan Valencian Galés - Cymraeg - Welsh

#youtube #the #last #of #us #part #II #PS4 #horde #60fps #1080p #sharpen

0 notes

spaceclefairy · 3 days

Text

Lonely Hours

You're beginning to suspect, much to your own exasperation, you may actually like the Ghoul. The problem is, he may actually like you, too (in his own way).

Act I - Keep That Coffee Hot

Act II - All Over Again

This is not the first gunfight the Ghoul has caused in your no-name wasteland town, and it absolutely won’t be the last. It is the first gunfight (well, that he has caused) that’s spilled into your office, though. You’re not thrilled about that, but, hey, as often as he’s come through town lately, it was bound to happen eventually. On the off chance there's anyone left roaming the streets when he shows up, there's always the possibility of him causing trouble.

You, currently, are crouched for cover behind your desk, staring down the sights of a rifle. You see the Ghoul clearly in the middle of the street, but you’re not worried about him. He’s a ghoul - resilience is part of the game. No, you’re busy picking off the horde of strangers attempting to shove their way into your office, particularly the ones killing the occasional straggling citizen of the town. Your front door is long gone (so much for that lock, huh, Cooper?), and the bars that serve as windows are barely hanging on by their bolts.

You manage to pick off most of the horde, and the Ghoul takes care of whatever your rifle won’t reach. When the gunfire tapers out and the encroaching horde is decimated, he climbs through the hole where the front door used to be, boots thudding on the dusty wooden floor. He doesn’t holster his gun.

“Get your shit,” the Ghoul orders. Dust drifts up from the wooden floor where his boots are planted. “We’re leavin’.”

You climb up from behind the desk and set your rifle to the side. “What the hell? Why?”

The Ghoul doesn’t answer for a beat. Rather, he grabs the closest bag of yours he can locate and starts shoveling shit into it (since you don’t appear to be listening to his orders).

“Because they were comin’ after you,” he finally replies, rifling through your desk drawers. He pulls out cases of chems and all the caps he can get his hands on, then looks up at you expectantly. “I said, go get your shit.”

“They couldn’t be coming after me. I’m a bounty agent,” you reply, cocking your head. “I’m off-limits”

“Well, they didn’t seem to think so,” the Ghoul replies, slinging his shoulder bag over his shoulder and tossing your pack over to you. “I’m not gonna tell you again, darlin’.”

You can’t imagine why anyone would be coming after you. Even if the plan was to rob the office and take the bounties on hand, it’s generally understood killing a bounty agent is more trouble than it’s worth. And no one, bounty hunter or otherwise, wants an agency coming down on their head for killing an agent over a few caps.

You sigh. “I guess I’ll have to contact the agency in Filly. They won’t take kindly to this - this town is under their protection.”

“That’s just a couple days' walk,” the Ghoul says. He grabs you by the shoulder and guides you out the backdoor. “Let’s go.”

“You’re coming with me?”

“Didn’t you just hear me say we’re leavin’?”

You don’t have time to elaborate. Gunfire rings out in the distance, closer than you’d like for it to be.

“Just surprised is all…”

--- --- --- --- ---

The sun is just setting down beyond the horizon when you find a lean-to to stop at for the night. It’s just a rickety, wooden shack, riddled with holes and falling in like most everything in the wastelands, but it’ll serve its purpose just fine. There’s no way to build a fire in the lean-to, but you’d gotten your hands on a Vault-Tec contraption that gives off a queasy, dim greenish glow when you press a button

When you’ve settled in, you all but inhale one of the powdery ration packs you’d brought with you. The Ghoul takes a pull off of his inhaler and produces something unidentifiable from his shoulder back that he proceeds to eat. You do not have the capacity, nor the desire, to ask him what he just ate.

You sit cross-legged, crumple up your ration pack, and toss it into a corner of the shack. “Do you want to take the first watch?”

He grunts his acquiescence and pulls a liquor bottle out of his backpack, chasing whatever he just ate with a swig of moonshine. You’ve never seen him eat before - nor any ghoul, actually. It never occurred to you they could.

You spread your jacket out on the ground as a makeshift blanket. You curl into yourself, arm tucked under your chin, trying to stave off the impending chill of the night. It’s not the worst place you’ve ever slept, nor the worst company in whose presence you’ve slept, but you can tell that sleep won’t be coming anytime soon.

The Ghoul’s thick drawl splits the silence. “Quit fidgetin’.”

You roll over and look up at him. “I’m trying.”

“Could just fuck instead. Might help you sleep.”

You can barely see the Ghoul in the dim lamplight, but you know he’s smirking. “Here?”

He shrugs. “Got nothin’ else to do.”

“Except keep a lookout?”

He pats his thigh. “Well, if you come up here, I can still keep a lookout.”

It might be the fact that you can just barely make out the Ghoul’s face in the dim light, but he looks at you with what suspiciously appears to be genuine affection. He strips his gloves off and tosses them to the floor, right next to the gun he keeps close to his side. He takes your outstretched hand and guides you to climb up into his lap and straddle his thighs, then grabs your hips and scoots you closer to him.

You half expect him to just yank your shirt over your head, but he doesn’t. He’s oddly gentle with you when he strips your shirt over your head and unbuttons your pants. It never fails to confuse you when he’s gentle with you, because gentle is simply not in his nature.

You decide to see how far you can push it.

You unbutton the top button of his shirt, waiting for him to tell you no, but he doesn’t. You unbutton a second, then a third, waiting for the inevitable that’s enough, but it doesn’t come. You assume he probably thinks you can’t see him well enough in the lamplight to see what his bare skin looks like, but you can. His chest and stomach are red and raw like the rest of him, build slight but still muscular under his pitted skin. You run your hands down his chest, down his stomach, and unbutton his pants.

He sighs when you wrap your hand around his half-hard cock. He lets you palm him a good couple of times before he's pulling you closer by your hips so that your still-clothed cunt is pressing down on him. You steady yourself with hands on his chest and grind down on him.

The Ghoul’s touches are never patient, but when he wraps a hand around the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss that's all teeth and tongue, you get the sense he may be trying to be patient. That’s different than the last couple of times - he didn’t exactly bother to take his time when he was shoving his dick down your throat or fucking you stupid. There’s nothing else to do out here in the wasteland in the dark though, so he can take all the time he wants. You just don’t know why he wants to take his time. It doesn’t really matter, you suppose, as long as you’re both enjoying it (and you are).

The Ghoul breaks contact with you long enough to tug at the band of your unbuttoned pants. “Take these off.”

You fumble around, crawling out of his lap long enough to strip off one leg of your pants and underwear. At the same time, he lifts his hips up so he can jerk his pants down and almost completely unseats you. You’re held steady by his hands on your hips and unceremoniously yanked back down into his lap.

You can’t resist teasing him. “Oh, you want to pick up the pace now?”

“I told you last time you’re gonna ride me sundown to sunup,” the Ghoul says. He slides his fingers between your legs and spreads your lips apart, trailing a finger lightly through your folds. “I meant that.”

“I - oh - I see,” you manage. You take his heavy cock in hand, stroking him while he slides a finger into you. “Guess we’ve got plenty of - ah - of time.”

His eyes glint in the dim light, and you can just barely see him grin. “If you can hold out that long.”

It’s half challenge, half teasing, and it makes you lean forward and smash your lips against his. His unoccupied hand grabs your chin, forcing you to slow the ferocity of your kiss.

You’re still not sure how to handle the Ghoul’s patience, but he makes that decision for you. He pulls back and presses his thumb to your lips, pushing between your teeth. You wrap your tongue around his thumb and suck, grinning when he hisses through his teeth. His cock twitches in your hand.

“You’ve got a real talent for that,” the Ghoul says, chuckling. You hum, and he pulls his thumb from your mouth. He swipes the wet digit across your nipple, then pats your hip. “Come on, sugar, climb on.”

You gladly oblige, holding him steady in your hand and sinking down onto him. It’s a stretch, but it satisfies a deep ache you didn’t realize was burning inside you. You roll your hips, lifting up and sliding back down onto him agonizingly slowly. You have every intention of doing this as slowly as you possibly can, but the feeling of you hot and wet, clenching around his cock, finally breaks the Ghoul’s patience.

The Ghoul grips your hips and thrusts up into you. Your hips come down to meet his, and it’s all you can do to keep yourself steady. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he pulls you flush against his chest.

It's physically the closest you've ever been to him, you think. The past couple of times, you've only been able to get his pants down over his hips. He even kept wearing the duster the first time. Now, though, you feel his skin pressed to yours, and it’s warm and somehow comforting, especially here in the dark.

When you cum, it's sharp and heavy and almost without warning. You'd gotten lost in the feeling of him slamming his hips against yours, of his skin sliding over yours, of his face pressed into your neck and teeth scraping over your flesh. It had become as familiar as your own heartbeat, his touch. Although, in the end, it's the soft grunts and groans the Ghoul makes, just loud enough for you to hear but soft enough to tell you he’s still trying to keep himself in check, that tips you soundly over the edge.

The Ghoul groans your name, hips stuttering as you clench around him. He wraps his arms around your waist, trying to hold you down flush against him. You don’t give him a break, though, and keep grinding down on his cock until he’s damn near howling in your ear. That only makes you fuck him harder, and you cum again, still riding the high of the first one.

That’s what tips him over the edge - the feeling of you coming twice from just his fingers and his cock - and he cums deep in you, thrusting up into you until he’s spent. He sighs and pulls you off his cock, but he holds you in his lap while he comes down from his high.

Even after you’ve both relaxed, the Ghoul holds you against him. His spend drips out of you; it runs down the back of your thigh, and you’re sure he can feel it in his lap. He doesn’t seem to care. He only moves to clean you up with the edge of his duster and wipe himself off, then grabs his inhaler and a vial of what you presume is rad-away and holds it to your lips for you to take a breath.

When he’s satisfied you’re taken care of, he gathers you up close to him and rests his chin on top of your head. “Go to sleep.”

“Thought you wanted me to ride you ‘till sunup?” you ask, face squished against his chest. “It’s still dark out.”

“We’ll give it another shot when it’s your turn to take watch.”

You fall asleep to the slow drag of his hand rubbing your back.

#cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x fem!reader #the ghoul x reader #fallout the ghoul #fallout amazon #fallout prime #the ghoul

150 notes · View notes

star-light-imagines · 11 months

Text

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.

Keep reading

"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

479 notes · View notes

rollingsins · 1 year

Text

all hers, part xviii

summary: R and the Scooby-gang put into place their Ghostface trap.

warnings: (+18), Tara is Ghostface, violence, murder.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: thought it was time for the GF reveal! were you right? wrong? idk, let me know!

You make it to the school in the passenger seat of Sam’s car without speaking the entire journey.

You feel hollow. Like the world is crumbling around you, and Sam must feel it too. Her grip on the wheel is tight, sturdy, like she knows exactly what she has to do now.

What you both have to do now.

Get him. Kill him. For Tara.

Mindy’s waiting outside the school when you pull up.

She peers into the backseat, looking for Tara, looking a little confused when she can find her.

“Where’s Tara?” Mindy asks.

Sam brushes her off.

“Change of plan. Tara isn’t coming. It’s just us.”

Mindy’s eyes widen.

“Sam,” She says, voice slow. Her eyes dart to you, “We can’t do this without Tara.”

“Tara isn’t coming,” Sam stresses, “And we need to do this. For Tara, do you understand?”

Mindy blinks. She fidgets with her phone.

“I’m going to call her first and check.” She eyes you, no doubt terrified of the consequence if something were to happen to you. Tara isn’t shy about her love for you, and she certainly isn’t shy about what would happen to anyone who ever hurt you.

“She’s been arrested,” You say, voice impatient, “She won’t pick up. The only way to help her is to catch this guy.”

Mindy gawps.

“She’s been arrested?”

“There’s no time,” Sam says, urgently, “Mindy, come on. YN, go to detention.”

She puts her hands on your shoulders, squeezes tight.

“And good luck.”

The plan is so stupidly simple, yet there are about a hundred ways it can go wrong.

You run through them on your way to detention, mind whirling, barely having the strength to put one foot in front of the other.

Firstly, the band of so-called Ghost-face protectors is possibly the worst collaboration of people in the entire school to do the job. Chad’s a meathead. Liv, his ditzy companion. Mindy is all ludicrous theories and useless horror film knowledge, and you’re either so small or so weak your hundred pound, five foot one girlfriend can put you on your back without so much as breaking a sweat.

Your only saving grace, it seems, is Sam.

You’d left her with Mindy, shotgun in hand, dressed in a tank top and a pair of old ripped jeans, looking very much like she’s about to rip through a horde of zombies, rather than take on a single Ghostface.

The only bright side to this awful situation is you no longer have to worry about Tara at the end of Ghostface’s knife. But the alternative - Tara locked in a jail cell for the rest of her life, is almost as bad.

Principal Garcia greets you, looking very much like he’d rather be anywhere else on his Saturday off. Sam had called ahead about Tara and he either doesn’t care, or can’t be bothered to ask how she is.

Instead, he sits at the front of the classroom, peering down at a newspaper through his spectacles as you settle into the front desk, nervously tapping your foot against the ground.

Your eyes draw to the clock on the wall.

The quiet click. The sound of Principal Garcia flipping his newspaper every now and then. Your heart is in your throat and it’s pounding so loud it drowns out almost everything else.

This has to work.

It if doesn’t - you’re fucked.

You look behind you, to the closets lining the back of the room and pray Chad and Liv are already in there. You have one of Sam’s handguns in your backpack. You keep it on your lap, resting your hand on it, needing it close.

Minutes pass.

Ten. Twenty. Thirty.

No sign of Ghostface.

Your eyes glance up at the clock once more.

You swallow. Start to think maybe this entire foolhardy plan is all for nothing.

And then you see it.

Through the crack of glass in the door, the bone-white of the mask. The long, black mouth. The hood. And before you can so much as cry out - Ghostface is ramming into the classroom, his knife raised.

You scream.

Principal Garcia’s head jerks around.

Ghostface’s movements are steady, calculated. He rushes forward and in one easy swing, he slashes his knife towards Principal Garcia and slashes through his raised forearm.

“Sam!” You cry out.

Ghostface’s head whips around to look at you. Principal Garcia crumbles to the ground, gasping, holding his bloodied arm.

The cabinets burst open.

Chad and Liv stumble out. Chad lets out what can only be described as a war-cry and charges forward, taking Ghostface off guard and tackling him to the ground.

You stand, hands shaky as you reach for the pistol in your backpack. You click the safety off and raise it. Chad has Ghostface pinned down. The knife in his hands clatters to the ground.

You squint, heart pounding as you try to find the shot. But their bodies are entwined, Chad’s grip on Ghostface lessening slightly as Ghostface juts his head upwards and smacks it into Chad’s.

Chad cries out.

Ghostface musters the strength to shake Chad off.

You fire out a shot.

But your grip isn’t steady. Your aim all over the place. The bullet whizzes past Ghostface and lodges itself into the blackboard.

Ghostface reaches for his knife and stands. He’s tall, menacing. He steps closer.

“Sam!” You cry out.

The mask tilts. The knife in his hands gleaming. He takes another step closer, confident. Like he knows you’ll miss again.

“Don’t come any closer, asshole.” Liv says. You feel her behind you, at your shoulder, “Shoot him, YN!”

You fire again.

And miss.

All those practices with your Dad. All those bottles you’d blown clean open have nothing on the real thing. The adrenaline is too much. The fear of him is too much.

“Where’s your girlfriend, YN?” He taunts. He flashes the knife, stepping closer once more. Another step and he’d be close enough to disarm you. You stumble back, gun in your hand shaking madly.

“Guess she’s finally getting what she deserves,” He says, “And now I’m going to give you what you deserve.”

The classroom door rams open once again.

It draws both of your attention. It’s Sam, Mindy at her side. Her shotgun is drawn, her eyes blazing.

“Back up asshole,” Sam says, voice even. Her hand isn’t shaking, she’s calm. Steady. You know she won’t miss.

“Take off that mask and I won’t blow you bit from bit,” She says. She moves a little closer.

If Ghostface knows he’s cornered, he doesn’t act like it. He turns from you like you’re not a threat, looks over to Sam and tuts at her.

“Sam, Sam, Sam.” Ghostface says, “So protective. Such a good sister. I wonder if you’d still protect her if you knew. If you knew what sweet baby-Tara did in her spare time.”

Sam cocks the gun.

“Last chance,” She growls, “I won’t ask again.”

The adrenaline in your body evens out. Your heartbeat slows, the determination in your eyes settles. You steady your hands, knowing what you have to do.

Sam wants him alive. Sam wants him to see justice.

But if he’s alive, he can talk.

If he’s alive he’ll tell everyone what Tara’s done. And you can’t have that.

You lift your gun, only slightly. You close one eye, the way your Dad had taught you.

You feel ethereal. Out of body. This is what Tara must feel like when she does it. Vision tunneled, like there’s only one thing in the world you want to do.

And then you shoot a bullet right into Ghostface’s chest.

Liv screams.

The sound of the gun firing leaves your ears ringing.

Sam blinks, startled, as Ghostface stumbles back, clutching the bloodied hole in his chest.

He crumples to the ground, right next to Principal Garcia, gasping.

You charge forward, kicking the knife out of his hands.

There’s only one thing on your mind. You have to know who it is. You have to see his face before you blow it clean off.

You lean down and rip the mask off the fuckers face.

Liv gasps. Chad gawps.

Sam’s grip on the shotgun wavers.

You blink down in surprise.

It’s Richie.

His eyes are wild, hazy. Blood pours thick and fast out of the bullet wound in his chest. The look in his eyes is terrifying. Pure hatred, hatred of you. Hatred of Tara. His mouth opens like he wants to speak, but he’s too injured. He’s moments from death, you can see it in his face.

Sam almost drops her gun. She sinks back, caught only by Mindy who steadies her shoulders.

You swallow, mind racing.

All those nights with him, the games with him. He’d slept only doors down from you and Tara. Tara had been so insistent it was him and you hadn’t listened. Because it didn’t make sense.

Why?

He’s dead before he can give you an answer.

“Holy shit.” Chad murmurs. His hands grip Liv’s shoulders. He looks to you, wide-eyed, “Are you alright?”

There’s a frog in your throat. You clear it once, twice, unable to take your eyes off the man who had tormented you for the past few weeks.

“He didn’t get me.” You say. You suddenly remember Principal Garcia and look over to him. He’s clutching his arm, eyes as wide as everyone else's, but other than the gash, he looks okay.

“Sam,” You murmur, looking over to her.

Her face is white, no doubt her entire world crumbling around her.

“Sam, are you okay? We need to call the police.”

“They’re on their way,” Mindy says, rubbing Sam’s back, “I called them preemptively. Thought we might need them.”

You place your gun on one of the desks, move over to where Sam is sitting. You crouch down, rest your hands on the tops of Sam’s thighs.

“Sam,” You say, “It’s over. It’s going to be okay. This is going to save Tara.”

Sam blinks back at you but she’s barely there. She looks as though she might pass out.

“Sam,” You promise, “It’s over.”

The police arrive not five minutes later.

The Sheriff blazes through the halls, stares wide-eyed at Richie’s dead body, Ghostface mask clattered next to him.

They take your statements, one by one.

Mindy tells them in great detail about the plan to capture him. Principal Garcia is rushed off to hospital to treat his arm. Sam sits quietly, not uttering a word until she’s spoken to.

“My sister-” She says, voice hoarse. She’s blinking, slow, “You’re going to let her go now?”

The Sheriff pauses.

“It’s not that simple, Sam,” She says, “We have witnesses- she was the last person to see my son alive-”

“That doesn’t mean shit,” Snaps Sam. She gestures to Richie’s body, “We’ve given you him. Clear as day. He framed my sister and you need to let her go.”

Sheriff Hicks considers this.

She looks over at Richie’s body, a little mournful, “If you’d kept him alive we could have interrogated him and cleared Tara’s name for good-”

“It was self-defense.” Liv says, immediately, “He came at YN and the only way she could protect herself was by killing him. Right guys?”

Mindy and Chad nod in unison.

Sheriff Hicks stares at you.

“Why would he kill my son?” She asks, and it’s urgent. Her eyes flitter, a mesh of grief and sorrow and confusion, “He didn’t even know him. Why would he kill him?”

“I don’t know.” You say. You swallow, “I’m sorry, Sheriff Hicks.”

She stares back at you a moment.

Then she’s nodding, blinking away the array of emotions she’d briefly allowed you to see.

“That’s for me to figure out,” She says. She looks over at Sam, “We’ll release Tara. But Sam - that doesn’t mean she still isn’t a suspect. If we find any link between them-”

“There’s no link.” Sam says, “My sister is innocent.”

The Sheriff nods.

“I’ll call the station.”

She moves over to speak to another officer. The relief on Sam’s face is palpable. You squeeze her thigh, mirror her relief with yours.

Tara’s coming home. You’d given the police what they wanted - a suspect to pin the murders on. She’d come home and you’d kiss her and hold her and never let her go again. Your veins flood with dopamine, the nicest high you could possibly imagine.

Tara’s safe.

But Mindy's frowning. You move over to her, frowning a little.

“What is it?” You ask.

Mindy turns to you, the look in her eyes urgent.

“Richie was there that night,” She says, “The night Tara was attacked. He was there with you and he wasn’t Ghostface. Not that night.”

You blink.

Mindy seizes your arm.

“There’s two, YN,” She says, “There’s fucking two of them.”

And your blood runs cold.

#all hers #ghostface!tara #mine #fanfic #scream vi #tara carpenter #jenna ortega #tara carpenter x yn #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x yn #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader

584 notes · View notes

prozac · 2 months

Text

December 27th, 2008 is the day Anik Pillai was left behind. Trying to find his family, he travels the East Coast with his new friends, avoiding the bloodthirsty monsters created by a world-ending virus. ⠀⠀⠀🌹

⠀⠀

⠀

🌹 Season 1: 5 months (Jan-May)

⠀Anik Pillai, separated from his sister, makes friendly with multiple people in the chaos of the collapse of society. In this chaos, Anik raises a little boy who was also separated from his family.

⠀

🌹 Season 2: 1 month (June)

⠀Anik and his friends try to escape the city before it is bombed by the remnants of the United States’ government.

⠀

🌹 Season 3: 2 months (July-August)

⠀Still unable to find his sister & parents, Anik and friends meet a capable married couple, and head to a safe settlement called Wheatville.

⠀

🌹 Season 4: 1 month (September)

⠀The main group learn more about the state of society and science after the fall.

⠀

🌹 Season 5: 3 months (October-December)

⠀The main group learn more about the virus that has made the world implode.

⠀

🌹 Season 6: 1 year (January-December)

⠀Those who remain stay at the first major rebuilt faction: a settlement called Libertytown.

⠀

🌹 Season 7: 4 months (January-April)

⠀While the group is forcibly split, Anik and those with him travel to the city formerly known as Atlanta, which hosts another rebuilt faction: Center for Safety.

⠀

🌹 Season 8: 1 yr (May-May)

⠀A period of rest. However, the surface of calm begins to bubble…

⠀

🌹 Season 9: 2 months (June-July)

⠀Anik learns more about the state of the world outside of the embrace of the powerful settlements.

⠀

🌹 Season 10: 1 month (August)

⠀THE MEAT FACTORY.

⠀

🌹 Season 11: 11 months (September-July)

⠀Anik is alone.

⠀

🌹 Season 12: 6 months (August-January)

⠀Valentino King, hungry ruler of the Kingdom faction, strikes a deal with the mourning Anik Pillai. Anik takes that deal.

⠀

🌹 Season 13: 1 year 4 months (Feburary x2-June)

⠀With society on the coast all forming alliances, the new faction Home begins to become a place of respite.

⠀

🌹 Season 14: ~3 days (July)

The war begins to end.

⠀

🌹 Season 15: 6 months (July-December)

⠀Anik Pillai finishes what was started.

⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 🥀

#DAIL #DAIL Summaries #❤️💚💙🧡

98 notes · View notes

irradiated-imp · 2 months

Text

So I've gotten a friend into Bionicle recently thanks to Web of Shadows, and it made me realize I enjoy making Hordika, like, alot. So I made a Second Toa Hordika team.

Ikahlii The leader of the team. He's the most strong willed and duty focused on the team. As such, he's kept the best grip on himself after his mutation. Despite this, from time to time he has been known to show more beastly behaviors.

Odhep Unlike the others, he seems to enjoy his new form to some extent, easily getting used to it and it's heightened sense of hearing. He's patient, and kind and has become the rock for the team, helping everyone keep ahold of themselves in their new, more monstrous forms.

Revii Even before the team's mutations, she was something of a wild child. The more animalistic nature of her current form has made her already chaotic personality even more chaotic. She's known for pranking others.

Ultok Of all the members of the Toa Hordika II, Ultok despises his mutated form the most. His mutation dulled his sense of sight considerably. Fortunately, he was always a team player, so he was already used to depending on his brothers and sister when he needed to. They help him compensate for his worsened sight. Unlike the rest of the team, Ultok still holds hope that they'll find Keetongu and be returned to their original selves.

Vulli Ikahlii's second in command, and a very serious and dutiful Toa. Before his mutation, Vulli was known to have a temper, which has only worsened after becoming Hordika. He's been known to lash out on instinct when startled. Fortunately for his teammates, he's usually easy to calm down. He's found he has a surprising skill at mimicking voices and sounds.

Woltau Woltau, alongside Odhep, is the heart of the team. He's always been friendly and sociable, easily befriending others. His beastly instincts haven't changed this, though he now sees his team as a sort of pack. He tends to howl at the moon at night. The Toa Hordika II live in a large swampy forest. Before their mutations, they had heard of Matoran and Agori going missing when passing through the forest on trade routes, so they went to investigate. They immediately discovered the forest had become overrun with Visorak and found themselves captured and mutated. For a time they searched for Keetongu, but with no clues or guidance, they failed to find the elusive rahi. They eventually returned to the forest, taking up the roll of protectors there, and keeping any travelers safe from the Visorak hordes lurking in the forest.

Also have an entirely unrelated Toa Hordika I made. Cause I like making them. They're fun.

93 notes · View notes

eldritch-spouse · 1 month

Note

How would the TCE boys hold up in a zombie apocalypse?

Putting aside the fact that Krulu and Miara would never let that happen.

[A zombie apocalypse setting is very intriguing, because you have to ask yourself a series of questions here. Are there only human zombies or monster zombies too? What properties do monster zombies have in particular? What has started the apocalypse? How does it spread?? It'd take so incredibly long to piece this all together coherently. So I'm going to go with something quite generic.]

TW: Mild gore; Unsanitary acts; Mild angst.

Morell has a very unique skill in this bleak scenario. Provided the zombie isn't too old, Morell can probably cook it in a way that still provides some type of nourishment and doesn't infect you. Or maybe it does... Just a little bit at a time. Maybe that's why he's been a little more bloodthirsty and twitchy lately. Is that a dark patch spreading around his cap? Zombies have began to avoid him, perhaps because he's a freak even to them. A zombie that eats zombies...

Grimbly is not having fun. But for one reason only mostly. Undead blood doesn't taste good, and it hardly sustains him. Depending on the scope of the invasion, he may die of starvation, or simply have to target survivors. Otherwise, he'd likely have an easier time avoiding zombies due to his speed, and killing them likely isn't that big of a hassle either. Grimbly could make a living wiping out groups of zombies for people and getting paid in blood.

Gallon would move to water bodies and mostly remain there. Zombies are sluggish in water generally. Slimes can remove nutrients from a surprising amount of things, so his biggest fear Iis only getting distracted enough to get bitten, and that the infection starts rotting his slime too fast for him to regenerate in time. He's so alert he's going vastly insane and extremely murderous towards most.

Santi is... Existing. He fucked a few zombies, don't judge him! Some of them are entertaining and clean, others just kinda... Well. He doesn't really find them to be ideal meals. Especially when he has to crush their jaws and break limbs so they don't infect him during coitus. He doesn't exactly feel threatened, but he does feel lonely and always a tad hungry. He's waiting to attach himself to someone and gain a steady stream of food, preferably someone weaker so he can act as their guard dog. Please he's so tired of limp zombie dick and lumpy pussy. They can't even suck.

Vinnel is getting a little too silly with it. Zombies can't pierce his suit, it was made by a God, after all, no rotted teeth and claws can ruin it. So he just floats around, picks some of them up and performs for absolutely no one but himself. The jester has put clown makeup on at least five zombies. They have names and they're his best friends! Except Pogo, the little shit keeps tearing the tutu off. Ungrateful fuck. Not everyone has the privilege to look good during the apocalypse, Pogo. Vinnel is also always starving to a degree. He doesn't kill survivors anymore out of desperation for genuine conversation. Most people just run from him.

Nebul, as an undead, has nothing to worry about. He will actually weaponize large hordes of them using his abilities as a wraith. Nebul is a creature to be feared during an apocalypse. He's likely the mastermind behind organized zombie attacks. His goal? To establish control of sizable portions of land and inflict total submission on those living he comes across. It may devolve into an apocalyptic cult. He's having a grand old time really! You may find him walking around with several bare humans in leashes crawling by his side. Somehow, someway, Purpur can eat zombies and be perfectly fine.

Patches, likewise, is not a target. Except he's less preoccupied with domination and more so trying to fight his instincts to put the living dead back into their graves. It's strange, his dullahan instincts don't usually react like this to other undead... He's holed up somewhere like a hermit, trying to study the source of the infection and keeping Stitches from exhausting himself in an effort to kill all zombies. Curiously, the sound of his yelling as a dullahan causes great confusion and fear in these particular types of undead. He has succeeded in controlling at least one zombie, but killed it shortly afterwards.

Belo is devastated, like any angel ought to be watching the Earth get populated by corruption that Dorem ought to have fixed. He kills most zombies he comes across and cannot be infected as far as he knows. Zombies avoid him, actually. Belo spends his time finding groups of survivors and attempting to help them fortify their bases. After all, they're all that's left... Even if they're demons, anything is better than those rotting husks. In a way, Belo feels as if he's been abandoned a second time, his existence is vastly miserable.

Sybastian is having a strange time. The zombies that have a fainter sense of smell don't pick up on him when he mimics them, the rest do, forcing him to be very careful. He's not having an easy time considering his method of dispatching zombies is very physical and he could get bitten in zones of his body that he fails to harden. Sybastian has lost many a mimicling to the apocalypse and lives mostly to protect the remaining ones, who have managed to survive alongside him. He too wants to find a group, in spite of adult mimics not being pack species.

Fank-e is having a... Boring time, mostly. He's not a target, in fact, he's loud and grating enough to drive zombies away. He doesn't need food or water. But he does need maintenance, so it's imperative he finds someone who can work in robotics minimally well or he'll perish eventually. Truth of the matter is he can't exactly die from battery loss, he may just lie dormant collecting moss and dust until someone with enough resources finds him. It's just as likely that he'll get torn into pieces and reused as armor or plating for other important machinery.

#Morell oc #Santi oc #Gallon oc #Fank-e oc #Patches oc #Nebul oc #Vinnel oc #Sybastian oc #Belo oc #Grimbly oc

78 notes · View notes

thatsthewrongwallcraig · 9 months

Text

From Helvete With Love II

Summary: It's the morning after and Kappa does not intend on stopping to make you feel valued and worshipped like you should!

Pairing: Euronymous x fem!Reader x Kappa

Word Content: ~1.7k

Content Warnings: Flirty Filth 18+!, Fingering, Emotional And Physical Cheating, Period Blood, Cum Eating, Kappa Having A Supportive But Very Dirty Mouth, Clear Implications Towards Domestic Violence, Euro Being An Overall Terrible BF, Kappa Home-Wrecking His Way Into Readers Heart <3

Find Part I here!

A/N: FHWL Kappa was made for Janis Joplin lyrics, istg 😩🤧

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess

Honey, ain't nobody ever gonna love you

The way I try to do

Who'll take all your pain

And your heartache too?

And if you need me you know that I'll always be around

If you ever want me

- Cry Baby By Janis Joplin

You didn't know what eventually led you to slowly open up your quite weary eyes, if it was the muffled sound of heavy teardrops thudding against the window or the uncomfortably heavy feeling that was spreading all throughout your body.

The sound of rain…it comforted you for a moment before fresh memories of last night flooded your already shaken mind.

A heavy pang of guilt shot right through your stomach as your eyes regained their focus and you looked right at what or much rather who you did the night before.

"G'morning, sunshine." Kappa whispered to you in a raspy, sleepy tone, a lopsided smile on his plush lips as he turned his form towards you.

"Hey…" It left your dry mouth in a timid mumble whilst your eyes immediately searched for his, curiously studying the clearly smudged residues of what once was a thin streak of black eyeliner adorning his lower lashline.

The smear of dark around his drowsy eyes looked even better this way, giving a slightly raunchy, mysterious even hue to his appearance.

"Are you okay, sugar? Was a bit worried about you last night…" He hummed back at you, subtly scooting closer to you before gently tugging an astray strand of hair from your face.

His gaze roamed over the features of your face, his eyes sparkling and gentle, unlike Øystein's cold stare that bore right through you on so many occasions.

"Yeah….I guess. 'M a bit really anxious about what went down…how did it even happen?" You squirmed a little underneath the blanket realizing that Euronymous was right behind you, his back against yours whilst still snoring away in deep slumber.

"No need to feel anxious about anything, sunshine, really. You did nothing wrong and I assume that it was nothing but the combination of vodka and weed that had us acting out. It's okay, I promise.", Kappa smiled at you, a loose strand of his curly, black hair falling into his face as he let out a low chuckle, "No, you were really great last night and I meant what I said."

"Huh?" You curved your brows at him, trying to piece together wayward fragments of last night's memories in your mind.

"When I said that Øystein lucked out with you because you're smart and funny and very very pretty. I meant it." Kappa answered in a low voice, leaning his head in towards yours and you felt the heat creeping up into your cheeks.

You couldn't really fathom how you barely knew him, blew him in a substance-induced frenzy and now looked at him in a way like he had been next to you for forever already. The calm expression on his face eased the anxious throbbing in your stomach bit by bit and, perhaps, for a little too long you just stared at his smiling lips. They reminded you about how his thumb had caressed your bottom lip, smearing droplets of his cum onto it for you to lap it up and that you had done, eagerly. Such a weirdly intimate moment…tasting him like that but never even so much as kissed his lips or smelled his skin. Maybe you just should, maybe just lean in a little more and press your lips to his, stealing a sneaky little kiss from him while you could.

"Now what got you all glossy-eyed, sugar?" Kappa snickered, subconsciously grazing his teeth over his bottom lip and coating it in a shiny layer of his saliva.

"Shut up, hippe." You reciprocated.

Giving in to the internal pull towards him, you leaned in and placed a shy kiss onto his lips, desperately trying to savor as much of him as you possibly could, wanting to imprint every little tidbit about him into your brain.

The kiss was awkwardly silent as both of you tried to muffle every telltale noise of mouths kissing and lips lapping at each other. However, the burning need for it was mutual. If he wouldn't have been stuck in a creaky loft bed with his brother in his dusty record store, Kappa would've practically swept you away, showering you in hugs and kisses the way he thought you deserved, to be praised and loved and your shine to be appreciated like it should but instead Øystein's darkness swallowed it whole.

Kappa detested every second of his brother's presence draining you of your light and your love he wasn't deserving of, not one last bit of it, and if he could make it any more bearable by kissing you in secrecy then he would.

As his taste seeped into your mouth and all over your tongue, you felt a hot jolt of desire shooting straight down between your legs, a treacherous wave of slick pooling between your thighs.

"Fuck, we shouldn't…" You hissed into his lips under your breath, stricken with a toxic concoction of guilt and bubbling arousal.

"I don't care…wanna feel you, please." Kappa whispered in a breathless plea.

At that you wanted to whine and groan into his skin but you couldn't risk the volume of it so you forced yourself to choke it all far back down your throat.

"Then touch me…" You allowed him to, blocking out the lump of guilt sitting right in your chest and instead giving in to your boyfriend's brother.

"'M gonna make you feel good like you deserve to, sunshine." Kappa mumbled into the loose, always on-edge kiss, ready to break away from you at any second if necessary as one of his broad hands reached out to sneak his slender fingers right amidst your thighs.

It took everything out of you not to moan or rut your hips against his hand as you felt his index and middle finger flicking softly over your already soaked and pulsing clit.

"That good right there, sugar?" He asked in a sore, needy tone and you simply nodded in return.

"Good. Just focus on me, yeah? 'M gonna make sure that you don't have to worry about a thing. I gotchu." Both of his fingers toyed with your clit in gentle, carefully drawn strokes, nudging it where it made you feel like burning up from the inside.

Though, there was something else happening inside your body, a faint, dull pang of slowly spreading pain in your lower abdomen alarming you.

"Hold on.." You asked of Kappa and he instantly withdrew his hand from you.

"Did I hurt you?" His eyes were wide in worry.

"No, don't worry…I just…" You broke from the loose connection of your lips and looked down onto his hand, fingertips covered in a pinkish mixture of your arousal and fresh blood.

"Oh…" Kappa smiled softly.

"Oh? You're not disgusted?" You cooked your eyebrows at him.

"Why should I?" He looked back at you equally confused.

"Well, Øystein thinks it's disgusting, so…" You shrugged your shoulders a little.

"Fucking weakling…" Kappa rolled his eyes before his fingers weaseled right back to your throbbing cunt.

"Y'know what helps with period cramps, sugar? An orgasm." You felt your cheeks flushing with read at his words and you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, holding back every wanton moan and sigh inside your lungs.

You couldn't really grasp what he did to your body but you clearly enjoyed every second of it. Your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure that ran through your body like a wildfire.

"Be a good girl for me and stay quiet, yeah…" Kappa cooed in a saccharine-sweet voice, the words oozing out of his mouth like thick honey.

You nodded briefly, covering your trembling lips with your own hand as you felt the coil inside snapping heavily. You came with an earth shattering force rippling through every nerve ending but you couldn't yield. Your orgasm crushed through you and you practically gushed on Kappa’s fingers but you remained silent and completely rigid, only the contractions of your cunt indicating that he satisfied you.

"Good god, sugar…" Kappa whispered in adoration as he raised his thoroughly covered fingers to his lips and sucked them clean in one go, "See? Not disgusting at all…taste to good."

You opened your eyes to watch him sucking at his fingers, lapping everything off while staring right into your bewildered gaze. It wasn’t intimidating to you, no, it was insanely hot.

"Mmmm… my head hurts…." You froze as Øystein's raspy voice groaned from behind with him turning around to unceremoniously throw his arm over your waist and his face pressing in between your shoulders.

He seemed to doze off again right away but for a good minute Kappa and you just halted in shock. Kappa's wide open eyes gazed down to his brother's hand that was loosely laying on your thigh and he furrowed his brows in worry.

"What's that?" He whispered almost inaudibly.

You followed his eyes and felt your stomach turning as you saw that he was looking at a pale circle of scar tissue, hardly as big as the nail on your pinky.

With the hand that had covered your mouth, you imitated the movement of smoking on a cigarette.

"Did he?" Kappa's eyes flooded with worry.

"He lashes out….sometimes…" You confessed to him reluctantly.

"I'll fucking murder him.." His jaws clenched, teeth grinding together while he tried to keep himself from just reaching over you to simply strangle his brother in his sleep.

#rory culkin #kappa #kappa black mirror #kappa x you #kappa x fem!reader #kappa x reader #kappa smut #euronymous x fem!reader #euronymous #euronymous × you #euronymous x reader #euronymous smut #rory culkin lords of chaos #lords of chaos #from helvete with love

185 notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs

brooklynbear32

BrooklynBear32

primal-slayer

I'm just here

stevieanimates

Animation

sorryimtouchy

Ꭲoυcнy。

24x7offer-com

24x7offer.com