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just so you know, you have some followers who enjoy/write fanfiction. not saying their urls rn bc i don’t wanna air out dirty laundry in public but if you want them so you can block and report, just say the word and i’ll dm you a list

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rewatching cells at work

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mom's carbon copy with the same, untameable hair

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kofi request: dabi and shigaraki as friends <3

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Volume 41 spine and flap!!

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AE3803: Hey uh... Are you ok..?

U-1146, lying face down on the floor: Yeah why do you ask

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HOPE YOU'LL ALL ENJOY YOUR SUMMER!! (He's enjoying his 👀)

You can't change my mind on the fact that his wardrobe is full of simple black clothes OR cat themed one 😌✨

Prepare yourself for a full rendered version of the watermelon one, with a little surprise, SOON (maybe in a few days idk-) 😏

[pls, do not repost this on other platform ;;]

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I don’t care if it goes against canon or if the timing is off, I just want more Shouto and Touya being siblings content. Lilo and Stitch redraw, really the most iconic depiction of sibling dynamics

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Shiazawa

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The only reason Aizawa doesn't have a long beard is because it ALSO goes up when his quirk is activated.

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employee benefits

Character: CEO!Aizawa

Warnings: smut, 18+ content, minors DNI, daddy calling, sir calling, food play, office sex, breeding kink

“Daddy!”

Two pairs of serious eyes fall on the little girl barging in the CEO suite. Automatic smiles painting their faces. 

“Hello, sweetheart,” says the man with black hair, crouching to pick up the fair-haired child. 

“We brought snacks!” 

It’s amazing to see the intimidating Shota Aizawa, CEO of three Fortune 500 companies, smiling and cooing at his daughter babbling about snacks. Not for you though, you’ve known this fact and seen this side of him. In the months you’ve worked as Eri’s nanny you got to see how caring and hands-on he is when it comes to raising her. He’s incredibly attuned to what she likes and needs and is attentive to all the things and stories she tells him. He shows up at parent-teacher meetings, all the recitals and sports meet and he is determined to get her the best of everything. Any and all things related to her development goes through him. He was the one to interview you for the position and not an assistant or a house manager. 

Even as Eri turns her attention to the purple-haired man next to your boss to tell him about the aquarium in the lobby you can see the softness in his eyes. 

“Do you want to take a closer look? I heard they just added Nemo this morning,” the young man tells her.

Excited pleas of being allowed go see the fishies fill the room and soon enough Eri is marching towards the door, small bag of snack in hand to share with the CEO’s protege.

“How was the playdate?” 

“Cancelled. Hana needed to go to the dentist so Eri and I just made caramel.” You hand him a paper bag with apple slices, caramel dip and a small squeeze bottle of caramel sauce. 

You see his brows furrow when he spots the irritated patch of skin on your forearm. “What happened there?” “Had a bit of accident with the melted sugar,” you admit. “None of it got on Eri though!”

“I know, I saw nothing on her. I’m asking about you.” This side of him gives you butterflies. Authoritative voice laced with real concern and eyes that stay on you. It really isn’t surprising that you developed a crush within the first week of working.

You wave him off assuring him that it’s fine and instead insists that he try what you ladies brought him. Leaning on his table he starts with the fruit and decadent dip.

How can he look so sexy eating apple slices and caramel? He looks great all the time but gazing at him right now is making you feel things and none of them are innocent. He’s not even wearing anything different from his normal work attire; a simple but perfectly tailored suit, white shirt and a sapphire blue tie yet for some reason your mind is running a mile a minute about the possibilities of what that tie could be used for.

His hum of approval snaps you out of it. “Good, right?” You try to recover, hoping that your voice didn’t sound weird. “Made that version with some black tea and caramelized the sugar more. And the one in the bottle you can use for your coffee.” 

“This version? How much did you two make?” “A lot. A lot a lot.”

“So is this the only sweet thing I get from you today or….”

Fuck no. 

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Chhh, it's cuddles time, don't disturb them! 😴

(You can't change my mind that Shouta is bad at picking name, so his cat's name may be something like "neko" or "inky".)

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Estoy haciendo un outfit prompt en twitter y salió esto, Aizawa por qué sos tan difícil de dibujar why

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Shouta knows that he loves you. He knows it in the way that he gets lightheaded whenever you look up at him from your book. He knows it in the way that his skin feels too hot whenever you hold onto his arm in the grocery store. He knows it in the way that he lets out a content sigh every time that he sees your clothes mixed together in the laundry. He knows it in the way that he smiles whenever your name pops up on his phone’s screen. And in the way that you grumble at him every time he wakes you in the morning to say his goodbyes.

Shouta knows that he loves you in the way that he feels his heart jump in his chest whenever his students are nosey and ask about you. He knows it in the way that your smile after three glasses of wine makes him feel like the drunk one. He knows it in the way that your made-up songs directed toward your cat are sometimes the best part of his day. He knows it in the way that you both know how the other takes their coffee. He knows it in the way that his name rolling off the tip of your tongue is the sweetest sound that he’s ever heard. And in the way that his hand instinctively reaches out for yours in the middle of the night.

Shouta knows that he loves you in the way that something always feels a bit off whenever you aren’t around. He knows it in the way that he cherishes how you hold him after he gets in from a long day of patrolling, and how he laughs when you refuse to let go of him after an even longer mission. He knows that he loves you in the way that he can’t imagine a life without you. He knows it in the way that he simply wishes to be by your side always.

Shouta knows that he loves you. He just hopes to god that you know it, too.

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“Get in the car.” One would suspect that Aizawa’s here to kidnap you with the face he’s pulling.

“I didn’t order an Uber.” You joke, holding onto the railing for dear life. The world’s spinning quite fast today.

“Sucks.” He grunts, holding the door open with a pointed look. “Now get in the car.”

“I can totally get home on my own, Aizawa.” You insist.

“And I’ve told you to call me Shouta. Now get in the car.”

“Where did you even get the car?” You eye it carefully. It’s not Hizashi’s Mustang that he spray paints every season - you quite liked the green and purple theme he had going on last time you saw it - and it’s not Nemuri’s sleek black sports car either. 

“I bought it. Now get in.” 

“You bought it?” You ask, now curious enough to take the last few steps away from the stairs. Your walk is wobbly, but that’s expected when your cane is in your bag in favor of holding onto the railing. 

Aizawa’s left arm is outstretched, he’s not gripping you but allowing you to grip him however you need it. Less than a heartbeat later you’re sitting inside and to your surprise, the seat heater is on.

“Warm enough?” Aizawa asks as he slips into the driver’s seat. The car smells nice, not brand new, but like him. You’re familiar with his scent from the few times he draped his jacket over you, sometimes pretending to use you as a coat rack, other times foregoing the pretense and just admitting that you looked cold.

“Since when do you have a car?”

“I bought it last week. I wasn’t sure which one to get, though, so if Hizashi tells you anything stupid, ignore him.”

“Why? What could he tell me?”

Aizawa - Shouta, you remind yourself - scowls as if he hates being asked the question, but he still answers even though he doesn’t have to. He always does that and you’ve caught on ages ago. It’s kinda fun to pretend you’re avoiding questions you’re willingly answering.

“I made him get in and out of various cars. He’s the best actor out of all of us. You should see him pretend like he’s got a bad back.”

You laugh. “It’s nice to look out for your friends. I assume he played All Might?” 

The car stops at a red light. Shouta throws you a look that tells you to stop kidding. 

“Do you see me driving All Might around? Also, next time you’ve got so many blood tests scheduled, call me beforehand. I hate learning about it from Nemuri.”

“Sure, sure.” You say, surprised to see his scowl deepen.

You’re even more surprised when he takes a sudden left.

“Where are we going?”

“Getting groceries for you. You need to eat after losing that much blood.”

He parks the car only a few minutes later, mustering you for a second before he speaks up again.

“Do you want to come inside? I’m not holding you hostage if you insist, but the heating stays on and you could take a nap. I’ll be quick about it.”

“Well, if you’re asking like that…” You cuddle into the warm seat with a smile. “I’m gonna stay behind then.”

“Very well.” He slips out of his jacket and drapes it over you like a blanket - he even tucks you in - before winking at you.

“Snacks are in the glove compartment. I’ve got my phone on me if you need me.”

You only dare to open the compartment when you’re sure he’s disappeared into the store.

You’re not surprised to see your favorite snacks there, even a bag of the cookies you like, the brand you only get on the other side of the city.

There’s a new warmth now, filling you from the insides and bubbling in your heart.

Despite all of Hizashi’s teasing, all of Nemuri’s needling, all the pictures of Eri that are hanging on your walls - little Eri holding hands with you and Shouta - there’s no label for what the two of you are. What you have been growing into.

In a few minutes, he will come out with groceries, fresh produce for vitamins, and meat for strength. He will drive you to your apartment, fuss over you on the way up, and pretend he doesn’t mind that your cat’s still a little cautious about him. He will cook, like he always does, asking you questions the whole way through because he knows you love to cook but rarely have the energy to do it properly. 

And after all of that, the good food, the warmth of his presence, he will lay down next to you - just for a quick nap, he says - and fall asleep with his arms around you.

You might not have a label, not a word for what the two of you are, but maybe you don’t need that anyway.

Most certainly not on a day like this.

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I understand some of you are 19 but that is not an old man, he's 32.