#aizawaxreader

[rueclfer]

how about some Aizawa love 🥺

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thinnking abt how aizawa and shinsou's convo would go after he finds out his father figure has been flogging his little sister's teacher/babysitter!!!!

night shift // shouta aizawa

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messages between shinsou and aizawa bc it made me laugh thinking abt it:

[heirloomgem]

BNHA/Boku no Hero Academia

U.A Teachers

All Might/Toshinori Yagi

Eraser Head/Aizawa Shouta

Class 1-A

Iida Tenya

Kirishima Eijiro

Shoto Todoroki

Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou’s silly Crush

Bakugou’s Silly Crush Part 2

Izuku Midoriya

Others

Togata Mirio

Tamaki Amajiki

Shinso Hitoshi

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Fatgum/Taishiro Toyomitsu

Gang Orca/Sakamata Kugo

Status: The request box is open only for the monthly one-shot voting if the characters are chosen.

[daisiescomelate]

Cellar

Prompt: villain!ReaderxAizawa. Reader is a prisoner of Tartarus. Aizawa needs Reader’s help solving an ongoing crime.

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“You have visitors.” The guard’s voice made you jump from your place at the corner of the cell –a small room of white walls, ten steps wide and twelve steps in length counting the space that took the metal bed. You put down the pen and paper you were fidgeting with and looked straight at the narrow horizontal slit close to the top of the barricaded door.

“What do you mean visitors?” You asked in a condescending tone. Who on Earth can be out there coming all the way to Tartarus for a visit? Your family was never that dedicated and most of your friends wouldn’t step on this place for dear life.

“What I just said. Now get up, we have to move you to the next quarters.”

You racked your brain, thinking about who this one person might be. It was useless to ask anything to the guard, they either didn’t have the information or would never give it willingly.

“Step back.” He said, and you sat up from your place at the end of the mattress and walked to the wall opposite to the door. You stayed there with both arms raised up to show that you were empty handed.

“Don’t try anything funny.” The guard warned before you could hear the cling of keys and the sound of admission followed by the heavy noise of the door unlocking.

The guard pulled the door open and gave a step back, one hand over his weapon in his waist. You stepped out of your cell and were signaled to stop. The first guard motioned to the side where two other guards held open a white shirt with long sleeves and leather straps. A strait-jacket.

“Put it on.” The guard ordered and you complied –not that you had the chance to say ‘no’.

Guards number two and three wrapped the sleeves around you, crossing your arm at the front of your chest and tying the end of the sleeves to the back of the jacket. The effect was claustrophobic.

Once they had you restrained, guard number one pushed you from behind with one hand to order you to walk down the hall. You almost tripped, and resisted the urge to send them a poisonous look over your shoulder.

The halls of Tartarus were covered in steel, in all walls, floor and ceiling. The metal of the corridors seemed to suck all the lights of the bulbs, a dark hole at the end of every hallway. Without the need of a trained eye, one could see the lasers of the ever present sensor and cameras in every corner above.

In the distance you could hear the cacophony of voices of those that conversed with their neighbour. Most ended up reaching out to the cells near and the people inside of them to avoid losing their minds.

One of the cellmates screamed to ask where they were taking you, another screamed to curse at the guards, but mostly they stayed quiet when they saw you passed, escorted by your three new friends.

You saw a few of them taking a sneak peek at the hall through the slit on their doors.

They didn’t worry you. Yes, Tartarus was a prison made for those who the system labeled as a high security risk and who pose a serious threat to both national and international security. However, even inside the premises the prisoners were distributed according to their crimes. Ones, such as yourself, were in the outer rings of the ground floor of the prison, still heavily guarded but nothing like the deps of the prison.

Like the seven rings of hell, one would have to be… extremely careful with what they could find at the very center of it, five hundred meters below sea level.

You shook your head, placing the thought of those other prisoners in the back of your head. It wasn’t thrilling to think about what other things you were trapped in with inside this metal tumb in the middle of the ocean.

“Move.” The guard behind you ordered and pushed you to keep going forward, making you trip with your toes. You held back a curse on the tip of your tongue and picked up your pace.

You walked all the way to the common area and the next block, to fall into a section of the prison you hadn’t seen since the last visit of your lawyer almost a year and a half ago. The guards seemed to have deemed it funny to push you again every few steps or every time your pace seemed to linger for a fraction of a second.

After you passed the living areas flooded by inmates, the halls became painfully quiet and the sound of your steps over the metal floors echoed heavily with the sounds of the iron boots of the guards.

With every push to your back you felt the constraints more and more with the wish of being able to turn around and give back to the idiot behind you.

Finally, the guard signaled you to stop in front of a double door and walked to be in front of you. He picked up a card from his belt and slid it through a sensor, to then press his right palm over a small screen to the side. The door bipped in acknowledgment and a small red light turned green.

“Get in.” Guard number two order, getting a voice of his own.

You entered the visitors room. It was just as you remembered it. Small, with white tile on the walls and marble-like floors. In the middle of it there was a big dark metal chair in front of a glass panel, and to the side there was what you guess should be a two-way mirror, replicating your image on one side but see through on the other opposite to you.

Number Three held you by the shoulder moving you forwards while Number Two pushed you downwards so you’ll sit on the chair. They both work on the leader straps that would tie you to the chair while Number One waited for them at the door.

Once you were in place, both guards left the room and you heard the metal door locking behind your back and the rustling of those people stepping away.

Then, quiet.

You tested the strength of the jacket again to find no improvement. The wait was long, maybe too long. The jacket became itchy and your muscles sore. You moved your neck around in an attempt to get rid of some of the pain. You used the dead time to wander about who this secret visitor might be. Other than your lawyer, there was no one who had set a foot in this place just to see you, but your lawyer would have contacted you beforehand.

The wait stretched to what felt for –tortuously boring– hours, to the point you were about to start smashing your head against the back of the metal chair just to do something.

Finally, the door at the other side of the glass opened.

The image of the person on the other side wasn’t clear at first. The person seemed to be entertaining themselves with a conversation with someone behind the door, yet the microphone that connected both rooms was off so you couldn’t hear what they were discussing.

A moment later, the person entered the room carrying a folder with a stack of papers inside in one hand. Tall and haggard, dressed in all black clothes and a ragged scarf with messy hair that passed his shoulders and a two or three days beard, looking like the world had naked him in the face relentlessly since that very morning.

He sat in front of you in the middle of the room on the other side, letting the folder rest on top of his lap. 

You stared, because what else were for you to do?

Then a flicker of noise let you know that the microphone had been turned on. You waited.

“I’ll go straight to the point,” said the man, “The band you were a part of, one of the members you used to work with started working for an organization that calls themselves ‘the league of villains.’” He used both hands to grab the folder and slid away one of the sheets of paper from within. He held a picture towards you and you recognized the person immediately: blond hair, big teeth, small frame.

“We need to know where to find this person,” the man continued, “what are his habits, who is he friends with.” He lowered the picture and looked straight into the eyes, “Every member of your former group is either in prison for robbery or dead by now, except for him. This person,” he said motioning to the folder in his lap, “has been out of the map for two weeks. We have already searched every location that had been linked to him that we know. We got nothing.”

“So…” you said, straightening your back to get some more movement to take away some of the soreness in your body, “I am your only clue.”

The man ran his gaze across your features, probably trying to analyse your reactions and trying to determine if you would cooperate willingly or if he would have to make you cooperate unwillingly. His words were slow, almost dragging his words when he said,

“Unfortunately, yes.”

‘Unfortunately’, why? Was he trying to tell you you weren't nice company? A little bit rude, to be honest.

“Then–” You cocked your head to the side and returned that look, “What is in it for me?” You asked the obvious question.

“Do you recognize the person in the picture?” He asked instead.

Recognize the person? Minato was hard to forget. Ruthless, sour, and dangerously quick-witted. Minato was a man that you wouldn’t like as your enemy, nor your friend, knowed to pull up tricks with everybody. You had reluctantly accepted his presence in the team back then, because like him or not, he was smart. But truth be told, he wasn’t someone you missed on a day to day basis.

“I do.” You offered as a free sample. You needed to play your cards right. Every bit of information they’d get out of you would have to come with a price.

You didn’t struggle with things like camaraderie or long forged trust for having worked together. You knew if it were Minato the one sitting in this chair, he would sell you in a heartbeat. Most of the band would, after all the whole thing had torn apart because of situations similar to this one.

“Where can we find him?”

“Answer my question first.”

“If you give us information about the subject,” the man said with a dead voice, “we can give you the chance to review your sentence.”

“By how much?”

“That’s for the judge to decide.”

“I walk out of here by the end of the mission.” You intended for it to be a statement more than a question. You looked at the man, dark bags under blood shotted eyes. His demeanor a walking mess, his clothes wrinkled. He looked tired as hell. Whatever the case that had him like this was clearly important and you needed to use that in your favor.

“As I said—”

“I won’t say a word until—”

“You might think,” he interrupted you, “that you have an upper hand because I had to come all the way here, but it had to be that way precisely because you’re trapped in here without a way out for the next couple of years.” The man bent closer just slightly while maintaining eye contact and added, “If you don’t give me this information there are other ways for me to find it, while this might be your only opportunity for something like this.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, rage creeping up your throat and a wakening desire to tell that man to go to hell with that deal of his. You licked your lips with the tip of your tongue and tried again.

“I just want to make sure you’re not gonna screw me over with false promises.”

“The deal can be arranged with your lawyer.”

“And what do you plan to do with the guy you are looking for?”

“Do you even care?”

“I’m just asking because I might also be of use for that too. Useful for something bigger, even.”

“How so?” Despite the question, he didn’t look interested in the slightest.

“You need that guy for information, but you have no way to know if he’s going to collaborate with you then. I can be the one pulling the information out of him.”

The man stared, and you came to feel the weight of his dead eyes over you. It was hard to tell what he was thinking by his lack of expressions. You stopped for a moment and considered your words.

“Imagine this,” you said, “I escape this place and come back to the city and I look for refuge with an old colleague...”

“Who is going to believe you escaped the most secure prison in the entire country?” He stopped you.

“All that I need is a small mistake from the guards that I can make into an exit. I am smart, as part of the gang I was the one in charge of the ‘slipping out’. If we do it right he won’t question it.” The statement wasn’t wrong, and it wasn’t like you had already started to think and plot something of an escape. It had just been a tiny bit hard for you to find that small slip that could take you out of here, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You want to stage an escape.”

“Or let me out through the door and make up some rumors.” You tried to move forward to mimic the man at the other side but the straps of the chair kept you in place. You fidget with the clothes of one of the sleeves from the inside and wondered if you’d be able to pick a hole in it if you played with it enough with your nails. Now that a golden ticket out of here sat at the other side of the screen waiting for you, you couldn’t stop thinking of how much of a relief it would be to get out of here and not having to use this dam constraint anymore.

Maybe the man was right, maybe there would be other ways to get that guy’s location and habits, damn, there were two other members of the band that were imprisoned and wouldn’t hesitate to sell the information they had. But no one knew Minato as you knew –no one that was still alive. So maybe you weren’t the only option, but you were without a doubt the best option.

“Have you already asked the others?” You inquired. ‘The others’ were the other two newbies that had fallen into the hands of the police at the same time you did during that night at the underground pub.

The expression on the man’s face flinched slightly, a sign of discontent.

“I assumed they jumped at the opportunity, but nothing they had was of value.” You ventured to guess.

“All information we can collect now is valuable.” He bit back.

“But not as valuable as the details I can provide.”

Silence.

“I’m offering to be your pawn, how is that not tempting to you?”

“How is it not tempting to trust a person with a criminal record two times the size of the average prisoner?”

“You said the key word,” you lifted your nose at the man, “trust. I am the one who has more to lose here, as you already pointed out. If I don’t do you this favor, I’m going to rot in this hole. C’mon, I’m not a dangerous citizen, life forced me into some odd habits, that’s all.”

Yet another long silence. The man seemed to be studying you, running his eyes over you from head to toe, probably trying to shake some information out of you somewhere. You attempted a poker face.

The man suddenly stood up from the chair, file in hand.

“I will consider your offer,” he said, and you felt a rush of adrenaline filling your system. He moved to the door behind him and you couldn’t help but bend closer, as if you could stop him from leaving the room until he told you his final answer.

“Wait—” You tried to speak.“Until then,” he interrupted you, “have a good day.” He said before slipping out of the room and leaving you with the words in your mouth. The door at the other side closed with a deep tud and you were left with the itchy sensation of the jacket over your skin.

[the-faceless-bride]

YESSSS DADDY AIZAWA!

Can i request a lazy morning with daddy aizawa

Thank you! your work is amazing <3

Aww thank you of course I can do lazy mornings.

Lazy Sleepy mornings

The alarm blared the annoying beep started to really piss you off. But before you could do anything you saw his veiny hand slam down on the alarm clock. He let his hand flop over you as he pushed his nose in your hair groned "why do I have a job?" He grumbled and he pulled you impossibly closer.

It was Friday and he was burnt out from all the bullshit his class has pulled, Bakugo exploding Kirishima or trying and Kirishima hardening and everything is destroyed around them, Mineta grabbed Mina the other day, and at this point, he was ready to break Izuku's hands and legs so the boy didn't have to do it himself every time he used his damn quirk.

He loosened his grip to move but then you turned around and pulled him in. "I have to go," he said but you weren't listening "Mine" you mumbled "yes, I know but-" you cut him off "mine." He lightly tugged away but you didn't let go. He could pull away if he wanted to.

He kissed your forehead and just laid there with you and he grabbed his phone and started typing rapidly "What'cha doin'?" You asked your voice slightly muffled from being pressed into his chest. "Texting Zashi that I can't make it to work today." He replied, "I'm gonna tell him im sick and can't make it." You thought nothing of it until you remember something "your class isn't gonna fall for that lie." He raised an eyebrow "I mean you still came into work when you were wrapped up in bandages and still recovering remember" he then looked at his phone giving it a dead stare... "Quite be happy im canceling for you," he said with a small chuckle.

You eventually fell asleep and he looked down at you. He thought you were the most precious thing on this earth he loved you a lot.

He looks over to his bag that holds a small black box and within it a small diamond ring. He was gonna ask today but he'll just do it tomorrow.

[drabbles-blurbs-words]

Despite (Aizawa x GN!Reader)

-ANGST AND COMFORT- I don’t know where this drabble came from or why but here you go. Super cheesy like velveeta. 

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He stared out the window, the sun was high in the bluest sky he had seen in a while. 

The view was nice, despite the atrocities that were currently happening. Despite all the pain and suffering he had undergone. Despite the sacrificies that were made. 

Sacrifices, he had made. 

That you had made. 

Despite everything, the view was still nice. 

He sat and stared out the hospital window because he couldn’t bare the view that awaited him once he turned towards the other side of this uncomfortable bed. To think that with a turn of his head he could bare witness to the most beautiful view of his life. 

And yet...

He couldn’t bare it. 

He had been so close to death this time; he kept his promise to you but at what cost? 

He came back, right? 

Did he?

Sleepless nights, rivers of tears. You probably shed some years as you sat in this room, waiting for him to wake up. 

The constant stress you face because of his bravado was an endless storm of heartache and sorrow. 

He feared so much that you would drown, but somehow you kept both his and your feet on solid ground. Through the failures, through the horrors. Through the loneliness and the pain. 

Aizawa didn’t understand how you remained here beside him despite all the time and patience you’ve dedicated to explain. 

“I am nothing without you.”

“We are one and the same.” 

“You take my heart with you every time you go.”

“Your lips set every inch of me aflame.”

Aizawa stopped your words from continuing their war path against his. 

Because no matter how much he loved you and you loved him. 

He wasn’t actually expecting you to keep making love to this broken, fucked up version of him. For what could you see in someone like this? 

Before these thoughts were bad; now they were consuming him. 

You didn’t deserve any of this, you deserved so much more. 

Sunsets and kittens running through your bedroom door. A house full of laughter and love and care. 

Not this living hell, not this bitter nightmare. 

The dark cloud of thoughts was interrumpted, the light sound of the rustling of sheets hitting the cold tile made him tense. Since when was he a coward, this didn’t make sense. 

The dip of the bed, the heat of your touch. The warm trail of kisses you left on the nape of his sore neck as you brushed his hair away with practiced gentleness. 

Aizawa sank into your warmth as your arms pulled him in and back into your orbit. Selfishly he surrendered and didn’t think to pull away for a second. 

Despite all the suffering and fear and pain he still recognized your love and your healing embrace. He relinquished himself to sleep, finally feeling safe. 

Nowhere in the world was he treated with such care, except within the embrace of the one his heart he shared.

And despite every horror, every monster he faced. 

Despite everything, you remained right there.

Despite everything, the view was really nice with your arm draped over his side and the sun high in the sky. 

[sailor-manga]

“Caught” - a Shouta Aizawa drabble.

A/N : This is my first actually posted piece, please be nice to me. Just testing the waters, enjoy the Daddy Zawa c: 

“Skipping?” The voice rang behind you, deep and smooth like honey freshly cut from the comb. You freeze in your tracks and quickly close your book. Maybe hiding in the library wasn’t the best idea. Sheepishly, you look up to  see who had caught you, You stare into two very tired looking eyes, Mr. Aizawa. The teacher that happened to be your homeroom teacher in high school. You shudder a little and slowly stand up, now that you were in college it was way different, you were an adult now, that was the problem though.. You were so fucking tired from classes too early and then trying to cram all night. 

“I um.. I was just taking a slight break” You said in a soft tone, attempting to walk away from the situation but a muscled arm blocked your path. Stopping in your tracks, you would look up to see a rather smug expression on his face “You think.. I’m just going to let you go?” he asked with a mischievous smirk on his face. 

There had always been tension between you and Shouta. There was no denying that you had been crushing on him since that fateful day you got assigned to his class.  Also, there was no hiding the fact that he had an.. Interest in you. 

“I wouldn’t expect you to, no.. But couldn’t I get just.. A warning?” You ask with a sheepish smile, but rather than an answer, you get the feeling of his broad chest press against yours, pinning you against the wall “I don’t think that’s an option, sweetheart” he would say quietly, his deep tone sporting a hint of growl as the words dripped from his maw slowly. 

You couldn’t resist the urge, your hands would slowly reach forward and rest against his waist, which made him cock a brow “That’s telling me you’re ready to receive your punishment” he would say softly, his lower half pressing more firmly against your shaking thighs.

You didn’t say anything, you were mostly in shock- but more so nervous, you dreamt of this day since you first saw him and now it was happening. 

“Yes” you say breathlessly, your cheeks igniting into a vibrant rose color, which made his free hand reach up stroke “Such a lovely shade on you, now, on your knees” he instructed, taking a step back so you could obey. 

Looking around, the library was empty, the only beings inside was you two.. So you obeyed. Slowly slinking down to your knees, you feel slender digits in your tresses, massaging your scalp. 

Reaching up, you would grab for his belt and hastily pull it from the loops and tossed it to the floor next to you. 

“That’s a good girl, don’t keep me waiting too long” he cooed quietly, which alone.. Made your pussy quiver with excitement.  Biting your lip you would quickly shrug his pants down, his cock springing to life and lightly tapping your cheek. 

Just like you imagined. 

You didn’t waste time, you were already in trouble and you wanted to taste him so badly. Parting your lips, you would take in the head of his cock and slather it with saliva, earning a quiet groan from the Hero. 

“Quiet now, you wouldn’t want to get caught.. Would you? I bet you would, you seem like someone who likes dangerous situations” he teased, which brought back the pink hue to your cheeks. 

Slurping quietly, your tongue would lap at every inch of him you could fit past your lips, his veiny cock twitching in your mouth, making you moan out quietly. You could feel his hand tangle into your hair, holding you firmly, but that only made it even better. Closing your eyes now, you would work him further past your lips, until the tip of his dick was teasing and prodding the back of your throat, but that’s when you felt his hand tug your hair a little “Eyes open, I want you to look at me” he grunted quietly.

Quickly obeying, your eyes would flutter open and you would be met with a pair of lustful orbs in return. 

Bobbing your head, you would work his thick cock the best you can, and it seemed to be working. Soft growls and grunt would escape his lips and it only drove you to do more. Lapping your tongue down along the bottom of his shaft, you would bob your head even faster, eager to taste the creamy treat waiting for you once this was all over. 

“That’s right, sweetheart.. Work your former teachers cock” he growled out before throwing his head back. Before you could even think on it, ribbons of cum slathered your tongue and began to drip down your throat. Eagerly swallowing it up, his grip on your hair would loosen and you were able to pull away, panting out heavily and looking at him with hopeful look, it was your turn now right? You were practically dripping through your panties.

Crouching down, he would smirk some and kiss your cheek “What a good girl you are.. Come to my classroom after classes are over, and you’ll get your reward for being such a good cock sucker” he purred, which made you whimper, but at least you were getting something right? 

Giving you one last swift kiss, he would stand and fix his pants before giving you a slight wink and walking off, leaving you a panting, flustered mess.

Part two coming soon ;) 

[fanfictiondreamscape]

Where the Hell am I? (pt. 1)

Title: Where the Hell am I? (pt. 1) 

Genre: comedy, lil floofy (if you squint, I promise), and a lil dramatic - mostly comedic, though. 

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader

Notes: This is, yet again, an idea that was pitched to me by one of my friends over Snapchat. I did take some liberties, contrary to their idea, but I read it and I just HAD to do it. 

Frankly, it made me so happy! I thought that I’d split this, maybe not, but if you want another character (or characters) for this prompt - please let me know!

Some warnings, though; there will be plenty of swearing, so proceed with caution! The reader is also aged up, 21+ purely for the comfort of the writer. I imagine them to be around 24-25, but go about it however you like! 

Below the cut! 

“You really need to stop watching that childish garbage, y’know. You’re too old for that.”

“Grow up already! People your age don’t watch shit like that!” 

“None of that will help you get by in life; stop watching that and get your life together already!”

AKA, things I, (Y/n) (L/n) hear on a daily basis. 

Hello, dear reader! I’m (Y/n), as you’ve already presumed, and according to my family and friends, I waste my time watching what they call ‘immature junk’. I like to call it anime, but whatever floats their boat. 

I have graduated from college, but I still live with a couple of roommates. My diploma has been sitting on the stack of boxes in the corner of my junk, and no matter how hard I’ve tried, the degree has never seemed to win over anybody in the field.

I’ve struggled with a job hunt for a while now, and I’m getting tired of trying to find something that can tie me over for a little while. I know that the job wouldn’t last, something that has followed me around for the longest time no matter how well I completed any given tasks, but I need something to pitch to the split rent. 

I like to think that my roommates haven’t thought of kicking me to the curb as well, but frankly, they’ve probably found a way to do that or leave my ass sat on the empty apartment floor. Whatever the case, things haven’t been working out well for me at all. 

I’ve been broke on and off as of late, and the only things I have managed to keep consistent was my laptop ownership, my phone ownership, and my clothing and personal items. I’ve been making sure that I have cut back on using many things, but it was starting to bite me now. 

Today, of all days, was the one day that everything was seemingly coming to a head. My roommates were both at each other’s throats and took their frustration out on me (for no reason, honestly - I had already paid my portion of the utilities for the the month and had stayed quiet), my mom had just been admitted to the hospital, and my sibling has been taunting me from her fancy-schmancy upscale home by calling me a loser, deadbeat, etc. - all in all, a shitty day. 

Normally, things like this wouldn’t bother me that much (aside from the pandemic confirmation), but this has been a long time coming and I was at my breaking point. 

That night, I had just let everything be. Not a good thing considering the note that they were left on, but I can’t deal with the presence of people that are immature assholes that haven’t been taught to face your issues head-first, and I am too tired to put up with it anymore. 

I grabbed my laptop and opened up my Funimation account. If I could trust no one in the physical world, then I could trust someone in the fictional world instead. 

I had scrolled through, but when I saw that I had watched everything I planned to, I made the final decision to rewatch one - that anime being Boku No Hero Academia, I was pretty content to watch these teenagers grow in a way that I was unable to - nostalgic value in the anime can be spotted, but you have to look closely. 

The opening narration by Deku had started, and as the episodes continued, I got tired. I don’t remember when this happened, but I think I actually fell asleep around episode 5. No matter, things started to blur and I slept. 

...

Everything felt warm and windy, my clothes were brushing against my hands, and I felt extremely groggy. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Well, except for the fact that I felt like I was sleeping on a literal rock, and it was seemingly moving. 

The rocking of whatever it was I was laying on was what woke me up completely, all the sleep forgotten in favor of figuring out what the object was. Looking down, it seemed to be a sheet of metal, and my god - did it stink. ‘Am I laying down in a dumpster?’

After looking down, I did indeed find out that I was sleeping near one. Or in one. Whatever fits, I guess. 

Everything about this situation seemed like I had, somehow, fallen into a blackout drunk stupor. The likelihood of that happening, though, is very low - I have actively avoided any alcohol intake following my 21st birthday. And I had apparently decided to become an emotional drunk when I did reach that point, so that was even more unlikely. 

With that knowledge, this seemed especially fishy. I had to get to the bottom of it. 

I had slipped out of the area slowly, making sure to not accidentally cut my leg or arm on a raw metallic edge, and tread down the alley that I had been sleeping in. 

I didn’t recognize the buildings around me, everything seemed to be a lot more colorful and definitely an extremely far departure from the decrepit, run-down shithole that I had to call a ‘house’. The sky was also so much bluer than what I was used to. 

My parents and other family lived in better areas than I did, but that sky wasn’t what got me - it was the commotion that was coming from around the corner. The sound was so familiar, and I just couldn’t help but assume something crazy: did I land in the world of My Hero? 

‘No, no, no - that’s not possible. That can’t be possible. Your roommates have just lost their shit and threw you out on the street.’ That had to be it, it had to be. There was no other possible situation, though they would have just thrown my ass to the curb and not a dumpster in a generally clean city. 

Yeah, they couldn’t have done that. Or, maybe they did want to kick me out but realized that throwing me out in the dumpster would warrant some legal claims against them, so they decided to inform a family member that actually gave a damn. Then again, the one that was closest lived over two states away, so that also wouldn’t happen so quick. 

“Ugh, my head hurts...”

A crash sounded through the alleyway, and I had made the conclusion that if I don’t leave now, I would get crushed under debris. That being decided, I made a mad dash out of said alley to the opposite end of the sound.

As soon as I left, the obnoxious technicolor of it all made me do a double take. What the hell is with this color palette?

“Are you lost?” 

I jumped from the question. It wasn’t until I turned around that something hit me: yeah, this is most definitely N O T my world. 

The person that had inquired my direction status had a huge spike sticking out of either hand. Their head was shaped normally, their eyes were a dark blue color, and they had short hair. I couldn’t tell if they were male or female, or even non-binary, but I was too freaked out to care. Best bet for this situation, though, was to go with the flow no matter what happens. I refuse to risk my safety any further. 

“I, uh...um, yeah. Yeah, I am lost - but may I ask who wants to know?”

They breathed a sigh of relief, and their hands transformed into regular ones. The only explanation for this was that I was going crazy, or that I really landed in the world of My Hero. “Oh, thank god. I thought you were a villain for a second. Follow me before you get hit,” they said before they directed me further away from the soon-to-be-destroyed building. 

We had made some small talk - if you could even call it that - as we evacuated, and I found out that their name was Dylan. They were apparently an off-duty hero, though that could be left up to debate considering no hero would voluntarily reveal their identity to someone on the street. Though they could have also assumed that I was a regular citizen, as well. 

Didn’t help that I was still completely and utterly fucked on the front of knowledge - still confused, for a shorter explanation. 

The commotion was still very prevalent as I continued walking with Dylan, and when we finally reached the town, the volume was so much more deafening. The sight was as well. 

Two people were fighting in mid-air, one with a dark jacket and leather pants. Gloves were on their hands, but the big kicker was their mouth - it was almost warped into a joker smile, cuts and all, but it was full of teeth. Their eyes, from what I could see from my spot  on the ground, were very large and red. I wish I could have seen more, though. 

The other one was wearing some garb that mimicked Deadpool, though it was very obviously not him since there were some very obvious legs that were protruding from each side of their body. If I was observing them correctly, too, there were eight legs and multiple eyes. A spider hero? Like, a literal spider hero? 

“(Y/n), I’m sure that you’re curious and a little freaked out, but I’m going to ask that you stay here with the crowd,” Dylan said. They laid their hand on my shoulder as I stared at the view in front of me. I absently nodded, muttering a small and measly, “Got it,” as the realization of everything sunk in. 

I really am in the My Hero world. I really landed in a fictional world. 

Holy shit, I’m completely and totally screwed. 

There are so many things that could go wrong, so many things that would warrant a worry. Besides that, though, the thing that’s just hit me now that I know that I’m in their world is the most worrying. 

Whose quirk got so screwed that I got transported here? Do I have to find that person to return to my world? Even then, was this done on purpose? In that case, would they want to send me back? What if it’s a villain and they want something? So many things can go so severely wrong. 

I couldn’t leave my head now. I could, quite literally, die here and no one would notice. 

My blank stare didn’t go unnoticed by certain citizens around me, but their attention was soon diverted - as was mine - at the newest occurrence on the scene. The spider hero was dropping lower, the (supposed) villain was falling quickly to the floor, and another hero stood above the two on top of a nearby building. Cheers erupted through the crowd as the commotion was met with flashing lights, news reporters, and gossip writers. 

It took a second for me to notice, but the other hero on the building was Kamui Woods. Though I would later find this out, too, Mt. Lady was taking care of the runaway villain - she blew up larger with said villain in her hands a bit away from the scene with a triumphant smirk. 

Though there was some slight commotion from the shaken media reporters, they quickly fell back into their goals and started to plow through the crowd. People were being pushed left, right, and forward.

Through this chaos, though, I noticed Dylan pushing against the people looking winded. Eventually, they made it to me while panting. “Okay, so,” they began, “We should probably leave now, but I want to ask you some questions.”

I shrugged, taking a deep breath. “You need to ask, fire away. I need some answers anyway.”

We settled on a nearby restaurant, Dylan offering to pay for whatever food I ordered, and got down to the questions. 

“I noticed that you were stiff when you saw the fight. It wasn’t the normal kind of stiff, either.” 

Dylan’s words seemed off. How could they see a difference in shock between me and the citizens? A villain attack is a villain attack, right? 

“It was more...upset, for lack of a better word. What’s going on with that?” they inquired, making me stiffen. I didn’t realize that I was that odd in the crowd.

I wasn’t sure how to phrase my answer, but I had to say something. Unless I said it straight out, this would probably be a failure to explain. And people may look at me like I’ve lost it. 

“Well...I...”

Dammit.

I’ve just gotta say it. 

“I think I’ve been transported between realities. This one isn’t mine, I fell asleep in a dingy apartment, woke up here, and I’m-”

“Okay, I think I have an idea of what’s going on. I could help you, but it may take some time. Until then, let’s find a way to make sure that you don’t get screwed while you’re here, sound good?”

I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful. Then the thought hit me.

“Wait, how would you know? How can I trust you? Prove that you’re a hero, and then I’ll think about that offer.”

They chuckled a little, seemingly nonplussed, and reached for their hero license. After taking a look at it, I determined that this was a real license. You can’t get one unless you passed the exam, and even then, there are very few circumstances in which you can get one and not be a hero. 

“Getting closer, but still not there. I need more proof.”

Nodding again, they grabbed their cell and opened their messages in front of me. Their phone screen was face up, and they turned it to face me. I saw messages between Kamui and Dylan. I scrolled through the messages to make sure that they weren’t faked, and the image moved. 

“One more thing. If that’s the case, then tell me what your quirk is.”

“Well, my quirk is body morphing, or shape shifting. I can’t shift into anything that’s living, though - and I can’t keep up form for too long of a time. That enough for you?”

I paused, weighing the options - they’ve shown enough awareness, and they do have proof for what I provided, but how can I be sure that this isn’t just a ploy to trap a citizen and get the attention of the heroes? 

“Okay, here’s what I am gonna do - I’m going to trust you. I have nowhere else to go, nor do I have any idea as to why I’m here, and I can’t go about life here without some help,” I uttered, urgency (and possibly a little fear) in my tone of voice. 

With a nod, their bouncy curls following the action. They seemed satisfied, and I had finally found some sense of stability.

I can now figure this shit out. 

[justabstractthings]

“Wanna grab a drink?” | Aizawa Shouta x F!Reader

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Female!Reader

Warnings: One swear, suggestive themes but not really. Novice author trying to write something cute-ish

Word Count: 735

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! Very first drabble prompt I decided to post here. I’m still trying to decide if I want to write fluff or smut or both! Let me know what you think!

To say that you were exhausted after a long and stressful day was an understatement. To say that you missed your husband and baby was also an understatement. It was almost midnight by the time you came home so you expected your little family to be snoring the night away as you sneaked into your apartment. 

The lights were out except for a little sliver of light coming from your little one’s bedroom. You dropped your bag by the doorstep and shuffled out of your shoes as quietly as you can. It wouldn’t do good for you or your husband if your 2-year-old realized mommy was home. You tiptoed into the kitchen for a little stress reliever before you jumped into bed. It always helped you sleep a little bit easier after a long day. 

You searched through the cabinets until you found the right kind of wine. Your face lit up with relief as your favorite wine still had about half a glass left. Now all that was left to do was reach all the way up at the highest shelf for the fancy wine glasses you saved for days such as this. 

As you were reaching up to grab a glass, two strong arms wrapped around your waist and you felt a solid chest pressed into your back. You let out a squeak until you realized who was behind you. “What’s a lady like you drinking alone on a Friday night?” Aizawa’s voice rumbled against the top of your head. 

“What’s an old man like you up this late at night?” You felt him huff against your hair. 

In less than a second, you were staring into tired black eyes. Tired but handsome nonetheless. “I’m not old,” Aizawa grumbled.

“Your scruff says otherwise.”

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

You place a finger on his naked chest as you slowly trailed it down to his belly button. You didn’t miss the way he shivered under your touch. “I don’t think my husband would appreciate it if I went out with another man.”

“I think he can make an exception.” You felt his hands press harder against your hips as he brought his lips closer to your ear. Aizawa nibbled on your ear, which elicited a quiet mewl from your lips. “After all, he has a beautiful woman as his wife.”

Aizawa’s lips immediately crashed against your own as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Strong arms brought you closer to his body. He pushed you against the counter. Your body pressed against two hard places.

This is the intoxication you craved that wine could never give you. Raw, passionate, and full of love. You felt your head getting dizzier and dizzier. You weren’t sure if it was the lack of oxygen or from the way your husband was kissing you. It was intoxicating. 

You felt his nimble fingers start unbuttoning your pants as you desperately clawed on his back. Aizawa began kissing down your neck as your exhaustion began fading away from your body. You needed this and Aizawa needed this too. When was the last time both of you had time alone together between raising a child and working as full-time adults? It’s been way too long.

You bit your lip as you felt Aizawa’s fingers reach onto the hem of your underwear. You sucked in a breath as you stared into his lust-filled eyes. You felt his warm breath against your lips. Your own breath was caught in your throat, waiting in anticipation. As his fingers started pulling down your underwear, a sharp cry woke both of you up from your endeavors. 

“MOMMY! DADDY!”

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath as the atmosphere immediately dissipated into nothingness. 

“I’ll get him,” Aizawa said as he began to fix his pants. Sometimes he wondered why both of you decided to create and grow the next generation of heroes. He already had enough problems with his own students.

You pulled your husband back into the kitchen as you fixed your clothes. “It’s ok. I haven’t seen him all day. And I think you need to fix your little friend there.” You smirked up at Aizawa as he glared down at you. You couldn’t help up but giggle at your husband’s harmless annoyance. You reached up to kiss him on his stubbly cheek. “Plus, you still owe me a drink.”

[marizawa]

Bakugou, Aizawa, & Hawks With a Black S/O

(All characters 18+!)

warnings: Swearing, Bird-Brained Hawks

G/N BLACK READER, (implied that hair is long enough to put into bantu knots)

Bakugou

*doesn’t understand why your hair takes so long to do in the morning

*or why you have to moisturize it everyday (his hair dry af)

*thought cocoa butter was for cooking (🤦🏾‍♀️)

*the ashiest one out of these 3

*confused as hell when he first saw you with your bonnet on facetime

“why the hell do you have a hat on inside”

*but the first time you cook soul food for him he’s gonna have a FIT

*at first yells at you for taking too damn long cooking

*but by the third or so time of you cooking it for him, he understands why it takes so long

*had a HEART ATTACK when he tasted the baked mac & cheese

*probably was use to kraft blue box macaroni

*the greens (which were in a separate bowl so the juices wouldn’t get into the chicken) literally almost made him cry. he never knew a vegetable would taste so damn good 

*the chicken was seasoned to perfection, and it definitely wasn’t what he was used to eating

*a little bit of a culture shock but he still enjoyed it throughly

*randomly stares at your hair when you come in with a different style than the day before

*ESPECIALLY loves bantu knots

*one day you did them so you could prep your hair for the next day, but he insisted you keep them in for a couple days

*just overall loves your culture & wants you to teach him more of it. dating someone who is black wouldnt be that big of a deal to him, he just looks at you like another person like him, who just happens to have a different culture.

Hawks

*thinks you’re an exotic species lmao

*bird brain go brrr

*researches as much as he can into what you would like, the music of your culture, what mating dance you would prefer

*finally deciding on a song & dance combo called “Crank That”, he decides to play it on the speakers in his home and attempt the do the dance.

*”y/n come here i have something to show you”

*(you guys weren’t dating at this point)

*literally flies when it gets to the superman part cause he doesn’t know how to do it correctly, knocking over a vase in the process

*doesn’t understand why you’re laughing so hard

*gets pouty because this was supposed to be his way of wooing you and you’re laughing at him

*you spend the next HOUR teaching him the dance, and he finally gets it after fifty-lem times of you showing him

*asks you out on a dinner date as thanks for showing him a great time

*while you guys are dating, he gives you hella gifts that he thought you would like

*read some article that said Cantu is good for black women’s hair, so shows up to your house with the full conditioner,shampoo, curl cream, moisturizer, and heat protectant set

*at first you’re confused and a little offended

*he’s a whole ass pro-hero getting you $2 hair products LMAO

*if Cantu works for your hair, you’d gladly accept it and keep it in your bathroom

*if not, you’d probably keep it in the guest bathroom for emergencies

*when he spent the night for the first time over your house you can BET he used and loved the cantu he bought for you

*goes out and gets his own cause he loves the coconut smell

*overall, he goes above and beyond to find out about your culture. find out your hair type and what works best for it, makes sure you’re fully stocked on lotion, and surprisingly loves helping you wash your hair.

Aizawa

*very attentive to what you do

*would probably avoid you until he’s ready to make his move, because he wants to know as much about you as possible

*invites you over to his home after a couple dates for movie night

*he lets you pick the movie, and you pick Friday, a classic comedy

*he’s surprisingly entertained by how funny the movie is, letting out a small chuckle when Smokey said “You just got knocked the fuck out!”

*you inch closer and closer to him until he puts his arm around you, trapping you into his side while he holds the popcorn

*at the end, when Debo gets knocked out, he wasn’t expecting it to be that funny

*laughed so loud and so hard that you flinched and suddenly the popcorn went flying

*you both sat there DYING LAUGHING for a good 5 minutes. it was the good laugh too, the one where you’re laughing silently at first and hittin the other person? yeah that one.

*after calming down, smiles still on your face, you helped him pick up the popcorn from the floor

*you playfully threw one at him, spiraling into an all out popcorn WAR

*just like a scene from some romantic comedy, he has you pinned to the floor with your arms above your head within 5 minutes of the war

*you make eye contact and his stomach is doing backflips

*finally fucking kisses you after weeks of going on dates, and it’s fucking amazing.

*you two spend the next hour getting the popcorn out of each other’s hair, and this is the start to a beautiful relationship

*overall, this man is intrigued by you. he doesn’t know too much past the surface level of your culture, and wants to learn and experience it all with you. also wants to teach you things about himself and his culture, glad that he’s found someone who he can teach and learn from in the same breath.

[rueclfer]

smau w aizawa pls? thank yeww 🫡

lemme throw this on the tl before i leave the house. i'm surprised i dont write more aizawa but ty anon i hope u enjoyed 🫡

on patrol // shouta aizawa smau

[heirloomgem]

Hello! Can I request a male reader x Aizawa or Law where they attend a festival (with his students or crew depending on who you pick) and after everyone is asleep the reader and character get a bit steamy? Thx in advance ^^

Hello cebwrites,

Thank you for the request though i have a little issue with the request you sent.

If its law x male crew reader with a little steamy scene, then i have no problem writing it.

However, I am against aizawa x male student reader. Its mostly because i find it inappropriate and i feel uncomfortable writing it because its a teacher x student. (Secretly, i like reading teacher x student relationship if its done right)

Especially with aizawa or eraserhead character, its not professional and its not in his character to start a relationship with his student even more so he is a hero. So any steamy scene with his student is a BIG no.

BUT in compensation, i will write a small fluff courting scene with aizawa and his male student.😊

[a-pervy-nerdy]

Trying Again : Chapter 1

A Shouta Aizawa x Fem!reader series

Summary: A few years after moving to Japan, you find a job as a student councilor at UA high school. Regardless of your title, you currently work as a caretaker for Eri along side the tall, dark, and handsome, Mr. Aizawa.

Your quirk: Empathy, you can feel another's emotions by making eye contact, you can absorb one's emotions by making skin on skin contact, and you can project emotions at will, given you are currently feeling said emotion.

A/N: So this is gonna be a slow burn rocky road type of deal so I hope you all enjoy! Please let me know what you think and if you have any ideas for new fics! Thank you n' love ya'll! ❤

Warnings: Non, basic fluff!

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You did well your first month on the job. While the school was still on break, Aizawa took the day shift. His 12hrs consisted of caring for Eri, working on basic lessons so she could catch up with her peers, and a small training lesson specially made to help her ease herself into learning to control her quirk. Your 12hrs consisted of feeding her dinner, getting her ready for bed, putting her to bed, waking her up, feeding her breakfast, and helping her get ready for her day with Aizawa. Every Sat you worked a full 24hrs so Aizawa could have a day off, and he did the same for you the next day.

You knew what you were getting into when you applied. You knew Eri was a special case and you knew schedules would be tight. Slowly but surely your job isolated you from your previous circles, you hardly saw friends anymore. Not that you had a whole lot anyhow.

Your thoughts were constantly about work now. Ever since you met the girl, you worried about her. She was so smart and full of potential, but her truama ran deep. Yes things went well your first day, but it was taking some time for you to trust her. She wasnt there to meet you half way yet. You understood why, you understood she would need time to get there. But it was hard when she always asked why Mr. Aizawa wasn't putting her to bed or making her breakfast.

That Mr. Aizawa. That little girl adored him. You knew it was silly, but you were jealous of him. You wished Eri trusted you like she did him. So you had to wait until she could learn to trust you and in the mean time you had to show her she could. You made better dinners and breakfasts than him. You told better bedtime stories. You made her laugh more than him.

Aizawa himself wasn't that bad of a coworker. In fact, he was actually nice to work with. And it didn't hurt that he was nice to look at. You tried not to stare too much at him. It was just getting harder and harder to ignore your attraction to him.

One day as you came into work, you brought him coffee.

"Good morning." You greeted him as you entered the otherwise empty teacher's lounge.

"Good evening Y/L/N." He corrected you as he stood from his seat.

"Here. I don't know how you take your coffee so I just got it black with a little cream." You held out the cup to him. It took him a moment to take it from your hand. He just starred at it. You thought maybe you had over stepped a line and you'd embarrassed yourself.

"We have coffee here you know." He said as he took him. He lifted it and sipped as up spoke.

"Oh I know, but theres this really great family run coffee shop by my place. They make theirs special. I know your a coffee fan so I thought I'd grab ya one on my way." You said with a smile.

"Thats very thoughtful of you. Thank you." He said dryly.

"Do you like it?"

"It's fine, Y/L/N, I want to ask you something about Eri."

"Is something wrong?"

"She's still struggling to sleep through the night isn't she?" He looked into your eyes. You weren't sure if he was trying to be intentionally intimidating, but it worked. You sighed.

"She is still having nightmares if thats what you mean."

"Why?"

"Why? You don't intend to have me explain truama to you, do you?" He brushed you off with a frustrated expression. You're pretty sure thats the first expression you ever saw him show you.

"Why aren't you doing anything about it?"

"I can't make her nightmares disappear, Eraser."

"But you could calm her down with your quirk can't you? Why don't you use that with her nightmares?" You crossed your arms over your chest.

"I'm there for her when she wakes up and I use it then to calm her down. It's not about making her nightmares just go away, its about making sure she can calm down after them. So she can learn to self soothe. She's already making exceptionaly progress learning to-"

"So you let her experience the nightmare before calming her down when you feel its right?" He jabbed. You paused with your mouth open.

"I understand your fustration, but I hardly think telling me how to do my job is going to fix the problem. I didn't know you had a degree in psychology or experience as a therapist for Proheros. So just because you're not getting the results you want in your training with a small child, doesn't mean it's my fault, okay?" You gave a sharp and pointed smile before leaving the room to start your shift.

That night Eri had another nightmare and started to loudly stir and cry in her sleep. It was hard for you to see her like that, so you waited for her to wake herself up like usual before you could calm her down. But this time, she called for you before you could get to her. She called your name crying. She wiped her eyes as you knelt down by her small twin bed. Usually, you'd hold her hand and use your quirk to make her feel safe. But she reached out for you.

Her hands reached out, asking to be held. So you sat on the bed and rocked her back and forth as you slowly activated your qurik. You had the ability to apply a specific strength to the emotions you sent out. It took a lot to learn and master that trick, but it was a very handy ability. Certain emotions had certain colors and temperatures that went with them. To use your quirk, you had to feel the emotion you want to exude, and then indulge it. You had to focus soley on that emotion and allow it to travel.

As you held her, you ran your fingers through her hair, and rocked her from side to side. While you did this, you focused on the calming engery you felt in her room. The darkness, the soft 'tik tik tik' a clock in the room, the softness of her hair. So you took deep breathes and imagined that calming feeling expand to Eri. Soon, a gentle blue color flowed from you with a soothing warmth. It took no time as all for her to stop crying. She sniffled a bit as you wiped away her tears and had her blow her nose.

"You're okay, everythings okay. You're safe, you're safe." You whispered softly to her. When she was done crying, she still held onto you as you continued to rock her.

"You promise?" She muttered.

"I promise." You rubbed her back as she fell asleep once again. In record time you got her back to sleep. And the best was the smile she woke up with the next morning. It made you feel like you were finally able to get somewhere and actually help her trust you a little more.

That morning when you left to clock out of your shift and head home, Aizawa met you in the hallway. He held a plastic bag in his hand as he walked with his eyes on the floor.

"Good morning." He greet you. You raised your brows. Did he look guilty?

"Good morning."

"I wanted apologize for my behavior last night. I know you worry about Eri just as much as I do and I shouldn't have insulted your work the way I did. Anyways, I didn't know what you like so I got you a tea drink and a few pork buns." His voice was deep and sincere. You smiled.

"A peace offering, huh?" You asked as he handed you the bag.

"More a thanks for the coffee."

"That place is good, right?" You chuckled at him.

"Yeah."

"How do you take your coffee by the way?" He took a minute to think before answering.

"Normally black, but I liked the creamer in that stuff. I imagine its very sharp otherwise." It made you happy to talk to him like this.

"So another like it tonight?" You asked him.

"That would be lovely, thank you."

[darkened-writer]

Ecstacy- (An Aizawa x Reader One-Shot)

This One-Shot is based off of this song, I hope you enjoy!!

At 10:42 at night, the UA school were at Prom, the teachers chaperoning and watching over the students as they danced the night away. Shota Aizawa stood awkwardly in the corner, hand wrapped around a cup of punch, his eyes scanning the crowd, making sure the students were okay.

"You should really be having fun, Aizawa!" Present Mic boomed, a glimmer in his shades and a charming smile on his face, his elbow nudging into Aizawa's side.

"Not much to do as a chaperone.. Plus.. I like just sitting here, sipping on this.." Aizawa motioned to his cup.

"You could always dance with Y/N, she is across the room chatting with Midnight. Both said they'd rather talk then chaperone." Aizawa looked up and saw Midnight laughing at something you must have said, your face as cheerful as ever, until you locked eyes.

Aizawa looked away quickly and buried his face into his scarf, a small blush on his pale face.

"She's coming this way!!"

"SHUT U-"

"Hey Aizawa!"

He was immediately shut up by your voice, looking toward you.

"Hello Y/N."

"Uhm.. A slow dance is coming up and I wondered if you wanted to uh... Dance with me..?"

He perked up and gasped a bit, covering it up with an awkward cough. Present Mic wiggled his brows and Aizawa glared at him then turned to you, softening his look.

"Why not? I have nothing to lose.."

A soft guitar tune rang out from the speakers, Y/N grabbing his hand.

"C'mon!"

"Have fun, Love Birds!"

Y/N guided Aizawa to the dance floor, his hand being placed softly on her hip, other hand wrapped into hers.

They were surrounded by the students of UA but Aizawa could only notice her, and her him.

"You look very handsome tonight, Aizawa. A suit really does wonders." Y/N smiled, moving softly to the music.

"Present Mic picked it out, said I couldn't wear my casual wear to 'Prom'."

Y/N laughed a bit, "Of course, though.. I think you look great either way.."

Aizawa's eyes widened a bit, "Y/N.."

"To tell you the truth, I think you are a very handsome man, with a undeniably unique personality and a beautiful smile."

The music seemed to almost slow down as Aizawa took one of his hands and brought it up to push a few stray hairs out of Y/N's face.

"You know, I think the same about you too.."

"Really..?" He leaned in, getting closer to her lips.

"Mhm."

Then, his lips catched hers, the initial shock slowly but surely dying down as they both leaned in more to go deeper into the tender kiss.

"Uhhh.."

Y/N turned her eyes to the side to see the students, all looking at the twos public display of affection. Her face lit up almost immediately and she covered her face.

"Go on and keep dancing kids." Aizawa said bluntly, hand intertwined with Y/N's. "We have a lot to talk about."

.

[curruptedvenus-blog]

I always come back to you (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/zwMfKKF6Dcb A normal girl. A vigilante. A villain. Her best friend was a hero. Her first love is a hero. Her friends are villains. Her family is not with her anymore. She knows everyone but still feels alone. She does what she wants, when she wants and with who she wants but she's still unhappy . Secretive but talkative. An outgoing girl that likes to be alone. She got involved into the superhuman world even though she's quirkless. Or so she thought.... This is an Aizawa x Reader fan fic! 

[b-n-h-a-smash]

Maybe you do not feel comfortable, but can I ask for little scenarios with Present Mic, Midnight and Eraserhead discovering that they adopted a girl who is the daughter of villains they arrested? (her parents committed domestic abuses)

Present Mic

Present Mic is devestated.

He is full of a touching vulnerability, and takes it very, very hard.

“Dad?”

he would tear up and not reply immediately

“I am okay sweetie...”

“It’s okay, dad. Not to be okay, I mean.”

He is full crying rn

“You have me, papa.”

“[name]... I...”

he chokes on his words and is full on sobbing

he just can’t believe things are like this

“I know why you are like this. It’s you who are my father, Dad. I remember those people who gave me life, but it’s you who secured me a good life. I can’t forget my debt to you.”

“You have no debt-”

“I do. My parents were the worst kind of people. They used to hurt me all the time and if you had not put them to jail I would have turned out like them. I just... know it.”

He would turn towards his daughter, wondering how lucky he was

“I am so thankful you taught me love and that I can smile despite who my parents were and what they did. Thanks for saving me, Dad.”

Midnight

Midnight is frozen

Memories of her little girl, which she loved like she were her own, smiling and snuggling to each other during scary thunderstorms

That girl.. That frail little girl she had adopted and taken in was a child of villains?

Was that why when they met [Name] was shivering, crying and screaming into the rain?

“I will not be like them, Mom. Please believe me, I will never be like them.”

Midnight is still in shock, slowly tearing up, unable to believe her daughter had it so tough

“Mom, please talk to me. I am scared.”

She wanted to talk. She wanted to tell her child that it was okay, that she did by no means believe she would become the same scum-

“They used to hurt me a lot, Mom. It was your kindness which calmed my soul and helped me live through the pain of my past. I will never become like them, because it was you who taught me better.”

Midnignt suddenly feels her limbs moving towards her crying daughter, taking her head towards her chest

They both cry together for the tragic fate that connects them, but are together in this

Eraserhead

Aizawa is feeling like shit.

Tries to keep it a secret from his adoptive daughter

This new-for him at least- revelation is tearing him apart.

What would his child think of him?

His daughter had to grow up with a man who she knew had put her parents behind bars

She would hate him if she knew he knew who her parents were

Just like that his act of mercy and love would turn to a venomous crime

His daughter notices the change in his behaviour

How he will come back home every three days or so

And how he would avoid her gaze

“Pops.”

HIs face would remain stoic, but his eyes would be full of pitch black sorrow

“It’s okay. I am so thankful to you, please don’t feel like you did something bad. Those monsters had it coming.”

Aizawa would be shocked

His daughter didn’t.... despise him?

“They used to do awful things to other people for their amusement. They even did... awful things... to me.”

“They are no parents of mine, but you are.”

[tehaxo]

Hi, can I please request some headcanons of Shōta Aizawa as a dad?

[HEAD CANONS] tehaxo

note: sure thing anon! sorry if this seems rushed. i also took a while to write it too ^^ but i hope you enjoy it!

head cannon: aizawa as a dad!

pairing: aizawaxreader

warnings: none

—AIZAWA

you and aizawa met through high school and have been an aspiring couple since. you had two children. a son that’s 8, and a daughter that’s 4.

He would be strict, but at the same time not. The smallest things wouldn’t be allowed but then again, he allowed other things no other parent would.

When there was class trips, he would take your kids along with him with permission from the school if you ever wanted alone time. The students would swoon over your children, complimenting them. “Aww! You’re so cute, Have you gotten your quirk yet?” “I dun know yet! Daddy says I’m gonna have it soon though hehe.”

No one honestly had no clue about his relationship with you or that he was a dad till he asked if he could take his kids to a trip. He didn’t necessarily hide it, no one just asked. “When did you get a partner? And KIDS?” “I’ve always had ‘em. No one’s ever asked about it.”

sometimes, he scared his kids- not intentionally. He looked scary to them due to him being sleep deprived. “I saw dad walking down the hall at night and I got scared because I thought he was a ghost!”

He absolutely would be protective of his kids. Especially with all the new villains going around, he would make them follow safety protocols for school. “Dad, you’ve told me this a trillion times.. I remember everything word for word now.” “I will remind you every time, I want you to be safe out there kids.” You’d get the same treatment too lol

He would be so busy with being a teacher and hero at the same time, it would probably be rare to see him on a weekday. The kids would complain but they know their dad is out there and is doing what he’s best at. “You promised you’d play with me daddy.. You’re a liar!” “I’m sorry baby. Daddy didn’t mean to break his promise. I’m just so busy, but I know it’s no excuse to break our promise. How about we all go out and play together?” “Okay!!”

Just like he does to his students, he would lie to the kids about things so he could get them to do things. “If you don’t finish your food, a monster will come visit you at night in your room.” “Shota, don’t scare them!”

He would get them little presents if they did good in school, he wanted them to do good in school so he would encourage them with bribe. he never would pressure them to be the top, he would just want them to do decent.

overall, he was a great dad. you both were the perfect parents to your lovely kids! you guys all loved each other very dearly ^^