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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.”

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Hey random question what's your opinion on Mrs. Joke? I won't lie I'm hardcore on the fence about her, she's a beautiful funny character but at the same time I get jealous when she flirts with shota (ridiculous I know 🤦‍♀️) but in a lot of fics I find when it comes to shotaxreader they get mean with Emi and I'd like to think if she saw shota with someone she might be taken aback then proceed to tease him about when him and his new girlfriend are going to get married 😂 oh my god that was a ramble I am so sorry

She isn’t my favorite. I don’t dislike or like her. I just don’t pay much attention to her.

And yeah, I’ve seen that too. It’s weird. People often write female characters that flirt/have a crush on their favorite character as a bitch just because she does. Or they make the reader rude. It’s all incredibly annoying. Whenever I read a fanfic that does that, I click out.

If Emi saw Aizawa with a partner, I feel like she’d immediately go into teasing mode. She’s teased him over nothing. But now, she has something to really get under his skin with. And she’d absolutely love it! 

I certainly don’t think she’d be rude. And writing the reader being mean with her is just plain dumb. If the reader is so insecure about their and Shouta’s relationship that they turn into a bitch when Emi’s around, who's simply a friend of Shouta’s, then the reader needs to look deeper into themselves. 

But I'm not going to lie, her quirk would annoy the fuck out of me in real life.

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Could I request a hanahaki reader with aizawa, with a happy ending? Thanks for all the match ups and everything, you're really talented! The hard work you put into your prompts is super appreciated! Thank you so much!

A/N: Tbh I am happy you guys appreciate all I do. 

Ah, there it was again. 

She just threw up daises.

She wondered if it had any meaning that instead of white they were now yellow.

[Name] picked herself up from the cold hospital private bathroom floor. She had, thankfully, managed to fly to the toilet just in time so as not to make a mess others would have to clean because of her, again.

It had already been four years. Four years since she got her first flower puke. As she learnt later on, she suffered from the hanahaki disease.

The disease caused by a broken heart.

It was funny, at least to her. She had been drinking quite a bit after he left her one day, so she expected to have a problem with her kidneys, if she had one, that is.

But it had to be her throwing up freaking flowers, innocent, pretty, white daises.

After she made sure she could stand on her own two feet she flashed the toilet and washed her hands. The water was cold, but it was okay; it made her feel kind of… alive.

She wouldn’t, no, couldn’t call the nurses for help. Those poor women, full of life, had to watch her exist pathetically, not even living, just surviving. 

Surviving for nothing. To live is to thrive, while to survive is to be in pain and agony.

She walked slowly towards the bed, her stomach extremely upset and mind void of any thoughts or emotions. She laid on the soft matress, it doing nothing in curing any of her pain, emotional or physical.

“[Name]…” Someone breathed out her name from the hospital room door.

Her breathe hitched. She hadn’t heard that voice in four years.

“It’s not your fault, Aizawa,” she muttered, her face turned to the opposite side, looking out to the spring scenery.

She used to love springs. Springs were full of life, the sun was shining, the earth and animals were thriving, and the flowers bloomed.

But in these four years she learnt to love winters instead. Winters were full of decay, the sun was sick and melancholic, the earth and animals were sleeping under layers of coldness and snow, almost not existing, and the flowers… The flowers were dead.

She hated them the most now. Throwing them up for four consecutive years could do that to a person.

How could she do it to herself? How could she love someone so much that she developed a sickness like this? How could she put her own life, in someone else’s hands? 

Even now, she wanted to protect him from everything. From the guilt, from her withering, fragile form, from her hybernating wrath. 

She wanted him to leave, since he knew how to do it oh so well. She wanted him to leave for his sake. 

Instead of leaving though, the man came inside the room. His soft footsteps were almost ringing in her head, her heart beating uncontrollably.

He took a seat next to her bed, seating on a stool. He didn’t speak. 

He didn’t speak, but she knew exactly what was going on in his head, even after all those years.

“Sincerely, it is not. I am fine, Aizawa. I mean, I am breathing, so it’s all good.”

“I love you.”

Her head immediately turned around to his direction, eyes wide. His face was the usual apathetic one, however tears had soaked his cheeks. 

He must have been crying for a long, long while.

“No…” She whispered, touching his cheek powerlessly, the movement done mostly because the hand remembered this motion, an instict if you’d like. They had spent many sleepless nights together, just like this.

“You don’t… want me to love you, anymore.” His question came out more like a statement

[Name] shook her head weakly, smiling slightly up at his tired and tear-stained face. 

“I want you to love me because I am selfish, but I also don’t want you to. I am… dying, Shota. Why would you want to love a dying woman?”

“Please don’t be so calm about this, [Name].” 

“I am calm because I have accepted it. It’s been four years since I was diagnosed.”

“I should have never left you. You were in danger… I had to…” 

“It’s okay. I am so… glad you didn’t leave because you didn’t love me,” the [hair color] woman said, a relieved sigh escaping her pale lips. 

“You are not dying on me,” he told her sternly, wiping his tears away. “You are not dying on me, do you understand? We will go through this, together.”

“Eh?” The girl with the dull [eye color] eyes asked herself as she felt the all-too-familiar feeling of salty droplets on her cheeks.

“I am so… relieved,” she cried out, hugging the black-haired man as tightly as her small and weak arms could.

“All I ever wanted was you to be here with me,” she cried harder, sobs wrecking her whole body. 

She cried and cried, releasing the pent-up frustration she had bottled away all those years. 

“I will… live.”

And so she did.