#dadzawa angst

[jinnyart06]

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[herofics]

Hi do you do requests for continuations of fanfics you did 5 years ago😭.

For contacts it is the one about Aizawa's adopted kid gets killed in a villain attack, I don't know if you're long over that but I was thinking if you did continue it could it be like other student's reactions🙏. (love your works btw❤️)

A/N: Oh I will gladly write some more for that. I just picked some characters and mashed them all together into HCs. The post mentioned is this one (I think at least). Thank you for liking my stuff :D

•When Aizawa carried your lifeless body out of what was left of the dorms, everyone was already in shock from what had happened, and your death certainly didn’t make things any easier

•The police and paramedics had been alerted and teachers were pouring to the scene to help and make sure everyone was alright

•Almost everyone else had gotten out with only minor injuries, except for you

•The whole class was quiet, some because of the shock, some because they were showing respect

•You were put into an ambulance and taken away, even though no one could help you anymore, Aizawa wanted to go with you, but he also had a responsibility to his class, so he decided to go to the hospital later

•”Is everyone okay?” he asked as the rest of class-A stood there quietly

•Everyone muttered something akin to a “yes” but no one knew what else to say

•”They pushed me out of the way” Midoriya said

•As if he doesn’t carry the world on his shoulders already, the blame he placed on himself for what happened to you was certainly enough to drive anyone past the breaking point

•Aizawa assured him that it wasn’t his fault, but how could it not be? If he just had better control of his quirk, if he was as fast as All Might, you wouldn’t be dead

•There was a lot of buzz outside the school as to how it could have happened, how does a student get killed in the UA dorms?

•The whole class and Aizawa were so tired of hearing all the theories and the media blaming everyone but the actual culprits

•The whole class brought something for your desk in the class, candles, incense, flowers, food, things like that

•It became a sort of shrine to you

•The whole class was understandably distraught about what had happened, but your closest friends were the most messed up about it

•Bakugou didn’t yell at anyone for at least two weeks, he just muttered to himself whenever someone annoyed him

•He knew heroes die on the job all the time, but you weren’t a hero, you were a student

•It drove him to train harder, study harder, so next time something like this happened, maybe he wouldn’t feel so fucking useless

•Midoriya got the worst of it, he blamed himself, no matter how much everyone else told him it wasn’t his fault, he just wouldn’t listen

•He too started training harder, developing his quirk and his control over it, he didn’t want this to happen again

•In a way you motivated the whole class to be better, get stronger, it just sucked you had to die for that

•Yaoyorozu started practicing more extensive first aid after that, she took some courses outside of what the school offered, and started taking lessons from Recovery Girl too

•Some of the class followed her example, such as Uraraka, Tokoyami, Asui and Todoroki

•Yaoyorozu also made sure to learn how to make certain medicines, hemostatic gauze and things like that with her quirk, that could help in a situation like what happened to you

•His students efforts brought some light into the dark time Aizawa was going through, and the little shrine on your old desk was a nice gesture

•Even though it was sometimes a painful reminder, it was also a reminder of how much you were loved by your classmates and friends

[tang3r1n]

tw; panic attacks, bad self image, implied father/parental issues, bad mental health, self-deprecating thoughts. (reader is implied to be aizawa’s student/hes implied to be a sort of father to them. platonic vibes, but big on physical touch cause it’s my love language)

“my head hurts.”

“take some aspirins then, hon,”

“m’kay,”

aizawa was still nose deep in paperwork, one hand scribbling away on his… less than… academically inclined students, the other softly rubbing your legs spread across his lap. the calluses on his hands felt like sandpaper, but in a nice way, “…your hand feels like a cat tongue.”

“…” he laughs a bit, “…thanks, your legs feel furry,” you scoff and lightly kick him in the gut, causing aizawa to laugh louder, “kidding, kidding,” you lean back down, staring up at the popcorn ceiling above you.

your head feels funny, your nose stopped up, cheeks buzzing and tight. your eyes burned, rubbed raw from crying for the better part of two hours. a heavy sigh was forced upon you, heaving your chest harshly before your breath staccatos out of your lungs rather roughly.

aizawa pats your thigh, tired eyes swiping over to look at you for a moment. you were in the ‘aftershock’ phase of a panic attack, face puffy and flushed, your skin was still stick with tears you didn’t even register falling. he sighed, taking off his glasses and heaving you closer with a grand show of struggle as he groaned and huffed your hips up onto his lap.

you sighed, face numb as he forced you to sit up, your head swimming in the heavy mix of tears and aizawa’s cologne while he wiped at your face. he rubbed away your shiny tears and snot with a soft tissue, patting your back to the rhythm of your heartbeat, “you still feeling it?”

you nod.

“wanna eat something?”

you shake your head ‘no’.

“wanna put something on to watch?” he bends down, grabbing a water and opening it, holding it to your mouth as you take a big gulp. the cold water shocks you, it feels nice.

you shake your head ‘no’, again.

he takes your hands into one of his larger ones, the other still patting your back softly. he starts to rock you two back and forth.

“you’ll be okay,”

you nod, his soft tone makes your nose itch, your throat closes up and your eyes well back up.

“and i’ll be here,”

tears fall slowly, fat and slow as they trail new tracts down your hot skin, burning from the pressure pushed against it.

“every time.” he kisses your forehead, “i’ll always be here for you.”

you start to pant and huff again, chest tight as the tears turn fast and hot. his hand just squeezes yours, still rocking softly, still patting your back in that same rhythm.

“i love you.”

a shrill gasp escapes you, throat burning as air claws down the raw tunnel. you feel loved and it feels awfully warm. sickeningly comforting. it’s terrifying, how softly he handles you, it’s horrifying, how slow he is. you’ve begged for love like this all your life, and now that you have it, you’re petrified he’ll leave, clawing at his sweater, desperate for his warmth, craving his love like the air forcing itself into your deprived body.

but he stays.

he stays, rocking you both, patting your back, aspirin bottle open and knocked to the ground, water spilt all over his younger student’s exams, his ‘old man’ glasses thrown to the floor with your flailing. you’re so ugly, so broken, so jumbled and mixed up and upset and ruined and worthless and sensitive and hungry—

but he stays. he’s there, holding you, breathing for you, feeding you his love, teaspoon at a time, one ‘i love you’ at a time, one aspirin at a time.

[sadclownvibez]

HELP OMG WHAT IS THE TAG FOR THOSE FICS WITH THE HERO VS. VILLAIN TEAMS?????(bnha)

like I've seen it called the urban warfare exam or a civil war exam but I am so sad that I can't find any specific tag for it :'(

[bluestarjay]

Haha!!! Hahahahaha!!!! Imagine this!!!! Bakugo is trying to convince teacher deku that he should've become a hero with them when he graduated instead of becoming a teacher. (Tbh, idk what happened at the end and why he became a teacher instead a hero, but I assume he wanted a break bc he already saved Japan and fought a war,,,but like wtv.) So he's yelling at him that he could be Japan's first quirkless hero, and that he's wasting his time teaching when he could be out on the field "actually making a difference". Deku gets made bc he *is* making a difference, and he enjoys teaching, but he doesn't have the money or resources to become a hero at this point, and his dream is probably too far gone.

He'd still love to be a hero, but it's too difficult and unrealistic this far into his teaching career. Plus, he's already made so much of a difference with defeating AFO and Shigaraki, and he just wants to be a normal adult for a bit. Bakugo brings up that he used to be willing to do whatever it took to save someone's life or even just make things easier for them. He brings up the fact that being a hero is all he's ever wanted and that he shouldn't throw it all away just bc he's quirkless now. But he's not the same reckless kid he was before. He's not breaking his bones with every punch and running away and trying to do everything on his own. He's not throwing away his childhood dream because he's quirkless; he would GLADLY become Japan's first quirkless hero, but he's responsible for children's lives and wants to be present for them as much as possible and not have to worry about being murdered on a mission or patrol (like aizawa and All Might yk). He WANTS to worry about taxes and bills for a little bit; live a little, and go out drinking and hang out with friends. He's seen what war is like and KNOWS what it's like to be a full-fledged hero, and he would always risk his life to save someone, but he doesn't want to die at 30 and leave his students alone, because he remembers what happened with Mr Aizawa and knows what would've happened without him in their lives, and he can't let that happen. He remembers being terrified when All Might fought AFO, and being scared that he would lose his mentor and father figure.

He's happy teaching and helping his students and caring for them, even if he's technically alone half the time because he stopped talking to his friends and distanced himself and he's not 100% happy with his life, as much as he loves teaching, because he knows that Bakugo is right and his true calling is being a hero.

And you know what song is PERFECT for this scenario??

Exactly. Exactly.

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[summerlovingbaby]

Accidents Happen

tw: self harm and mentions of attempted suicide

Hitoshi heard whimpering coming from one of the spare bedroom at the end of the hall. He was on his way to the kitchen for a glass of water, because the air had grown fairly hot in the night.

He remembered when he felt like that. When the day felt so bad, and the nightmares felt so real that it made him sick. He quietly pushed open the door, careful not to make it creak, careful not to wake the two other adults just down the hall.

He smelled a smell that smelled all to family and brought back to not so distant painful memories. He felt bad for her. He had been in the girls' position not so long ago, and he remembered how each painful moment felt.

He kneeled on the side of her bed and debated waking her up. This was probably the most peaceful sleep she had in a long time, despite the fact that she was having a violent nightmare.

“Y/N.” he gently shook her awake, causing her to sit straight up in the bed, neck hairs standing up. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

“Hitoshi?” she quietly questioned, wiping the sweat off her brow. She caught the look on his face and assumed the worst. She tried to get out of bed, but her legs felt stuck to the uncomfortable plastic-like sheets. “Did something happen? Do I have to go back?”

“No..no nothing like that-”

“Is it Eri, is she okay?” she pleaded.

“She’s fine.” he urged. “It’s okay, everything is okay, I swear.” he whispered. 

He watched her face settle into a mix of stress and content, and watched her muscles grow loose. Her eyes fell on the spiderman comforter, and she wiggled her nose trying to ignore the presentiant smell. Then she looked at him, waiting for him to speak, he didn’t know what to say, so thought about what Aizawa said to him, not so many months ago.

“ I have to tell you something, and I don’t want you to be embarrased, or worried, or feel bad about it, okay?” he watched her nod sligtly. “ I think you may have had an accident.”

“ Accident?” her eyebrows moved together and her mouth formed into a line confused, before her eyes widened in realization and she grabbed the egde of the comfoter and through it off the bed, landing on the floor right next to Shinso, who payed it no mind. “ Oh god.” Her hand flew to her mouth, as she tried to come up with a reasonable excuse, only for her mind to draw a blank. “ Oh my god. I’m so sorry-”

“There’s no reason to be sorry. It was a accident.”

“ I wet the bed.” she muttered to herself. Like she was still trying to get herself to believe it. 

She had been through so much, and yet she was still behaving like a child, not only that but she had managed to embarrass herself into a person that she desperately wanted to be her friend.

“ I wet the bed.” she repeated. 

“ It’s okay, it was an accident.” Hitoshi muttered, he saw her trying hard to cry.

“I’m sorry-”

“Please don’t apologize.” he said, he really wanted to stroke her hair and rub her back, but was afraid to touch her without asking. “ It was accident. Accidents happen some time, things like this happen some time.”

“ I wet the bed.” she said again, her eyes widened as tears fell freely down her face, “ I’ll clean it up, I swear. I will-”

“ It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t worry. That doesn’t matter.” He spoke, his voice was calm. He knew the melting pot of emotions that she had to be feeling. It was clear that she was upset, but even then she was worried about fixing the mess that she made.

“ I’ll clean it up I promise, and I can sleep on the couch-”

“ Don’t worry about that right now. How about you go to the bathroom and clean up a little, and I’ll take care of this-”

“ You don’t have to-”

“ I insisit.”

“ You can’t tell him, you can’t-”

“ I won’t, I promise. Now go shower, I’ll be here when you get back.”

20 minutes later, she came back with a fresh pair of pajamas, and a hanful of dirty ones. Hitoshi had given her a pair, and they were much to big, the t shirt stopping mid thigh, and the boxer shorts hanging of her hips. The socks were mismatched in a unironic way. It would have been an unusally funny sight, if it weren’t for the fact that it was clear that she had been crying in the shower.

“ I didn’t know where to-”

“ It’s okay, I’ll take them on my way out.” he whispered. “ I gave you an extra blanket, in case you got cold.”He was always cold when he first moved in. The doctors guessed it was the years of malnutrition and about every diffancy known to man. “ Bed’s all yours.” he motioned to the bed. 

“ You won’t tell him-”

“ No.” he spoke plainly. Like he was talking to a mirror. He would know exactly what she felt like, he was in her position not more than a year ago. “ Are you sure you don’t want to talk to him-”

“ Yes.” she said quickly. “ Please.”

“ Is there a reason?”

“ I don’t want him to get rid of me, if I’m too much trouble he’ll get rid of me.” she spoke, it was a manic mutter. His face softened, he knew that desperation, that need to be perfect that want to stay safe, she wanted to be safe. That need to not be too much, to not be sent away.

Hitoshi carefully walked towards her, and pointed, before asking if he could have a seat. Y/N hesitated before nodding softly and looking away. She was tired, that itself was clear, the prominent eyebags gave her away.

“ He won’t get rid of you, I promise.”

“ How do you know, when you’re so...” she searched her mind for the word. Settled on one, opened her mouth to speak, decided it was offensive and didn’t say anything else.

“ It’s okay, You can say it.”

“ Good. You’re so good.”

“When Aizawa had first taken me in I was.... I was alot like you.”

“ Broken?”

Hitoshi shook his head and extended his hand to the bedside tissue, so he could wipe the tears out of her face.

“ I was fine, but one night after Mr. Mic took me out to the store I saw my mothers husband. At the time I was fine. I was a bit scared, yeah, but I thought I was fine. But Aizawa ended up having to wake me up. Turns out I wet the bed. Right through the streets all over the matress.”

“ I hardly even know him and I really don’t want to disappoint him.”

“ I think he’ll be more happy that you reached out to him. He really just wants to help, y’know?”

“ I don’t want him to send me away.”

“ He won’t. I know he doesn’t seem like it, but he is very forgiving and kind. He just wants to help, y’know.” he spoke. Y/N seemed to burry herself in a bundle of inescapble slelf pity. “The first night I got her, I drunk all his alcohol threw up over his balcony before taking a knife from his kitchen and trying to kill myself.” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Y/N wanted to laugh, he always seemed so put together and calm. There is no way a boy like him, used to be so broken. So unfixable.

“ Yeah right.”

“See.” he pulled up the hem of his sleves and saw a long scar running along his wrist. Y/N’ s mouth fell open and she chewed on her bottom lip.

“But you seem so... okay.”

“ It took some time to get there, but I’m getting to be okay.” he shrugged. “ You’ll get there to.” he added. “ You’re doing better than I was, you haven’t thrown up over the balcony yet so.”

“ When did it stop?” she asked, looking up at staring at the wall. “ The bed wetting?”

“ I don’t remeber the day-”

“Why did it stop.”

“ I don’t know, they just did. It still happens sometimes, maybe once a month or so.” he whispered. “ Talking to him helped. He’s really good about that stuff. I know he doesn’t seem like it but he’s comforting in a weird way. He always knew how to make me feel better.”

“ I can’t-”

“ He won’t get rid of you.”

“ Becase it’s embarrasing, I’m ebarrased. I feel so pathetic, like a baby.”

“ I get it. Boy do I get it, but not talking about it, it only hurts you.”

“ Eri has never wet the bed-”

“ It’s a trauma response, a normal truma response that alot of people have.An that doesn’t make you any more pathetic, or give you any reason to be embarrased.”

“ I would be really embarrased if I threw up over the balcony.” she shrugged and glanced up to look for his approval to he smiling and bitting back a laugh.

“ Really funny.” he laughed. “ You’re really funny.”

Y/N wore a ghost of her smile as Hitoshi waved her goodbye and started to leave. He picked up the pile of laundry and made it halfway before she called out to him.

“ I’ll think about it. Talking to him I  mean.”

He nodded, that’s all he could ask of her was to think about getting help. Forcing her to talk would have been bad, so she planned on not going back to sleep, and thinking about it.

“ If you need anything, I’m just down the hall.”

And with that, he closed the door behind him, leaving Y/N with a half smile, and thoughts of getting help.

P2

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[eris-snow]

Hi I was thinking if you could do aizawa having a sibling or daughter. Like a younger sister or daughter who he teaches and do some type of angst with them. Like him not paying much attention to her or she’s caught doing something (like smoking,drugs). Something like that. Thank you ❤️

I’m not comfortable writing any mentions about underage smoking or drinking (cause I assume that she's still in high school when this scene occurs) but I’ll try to make it up by making y/n kind of ‘bad girl’ ish!

I don't condone underage smoking or underage drinking. Please take care of your body :D

Note for the requester below!

Tags: daughter!yn, Aizawa, angst

“So, mind explaining what that was?” Aizawa asks, sighing as he pinches the bridge of his nose as he closes his room door in the dorms of Class A.

You think it's ironic because, even as his daughter, you’ve only seen this place once.

Your arms are littered with scars, a nasty bruise already forming on your cheek at where you’ve been punched. It throbs, sure, but it's nothing compared to your father's words.

No, his words are a knife to the chest. They’d make your heart bleed so much more than any quirk every could.

“Don’t want to,” You grouse, shrugging of your school bag. It lands on the ground with a loud thud as you try to reach for the door handle. A hand shoots out to grab yours firmly, making you freeze in your spot.

“May be I should have rephrased my statement,” Your father growls. “Tell me what happened, Y/n.”

His grip is controlled, gentle but firm in a way that makes you want to scoff. So he only cares now, when you kick up a fuss.

How flippant.

And yet, a small part of your mind still cowers at Aizawa’s anger. Your father’s icy wrath can be as cold as a snowstorm or as explosive as Bakugou, and you’re already anticipating and analyzing different ways you could mould yourself back into the person he wants you to be.

Pathetic.

“Nothing happened,” You mutter, not daring to move. “All I did was lose control a little, that’s all—”

“You picked a fight with my student, Y/n!” Aizawa raised his voice, causing tears to prickle your eyes. “Bakugou’s a ticking time bomb that blows up every 10 minutes. You know that, and you still did it! If it weren’t for Midoriya’s quick thinking to get me, you could have been seriously hurt!”

And that’s when it snaps.

“Your s-stu—” You break off, jerking your hand away from his. Your father’s eyes narrow, about to snap again— “Your daughter lost control of her quirk, Dad! Your daughter! Why is it you still care about your own goddamn students over me?”

Aizawa’s eyes widen, fury snuffing out. “Y/n—”

“NO!” You yell, shaking with emotion. “I’ve listened and watched for my whole fucking life. It’s my turn.”

Aizawa opens his mouth, but the minute tears spill from your eyes and a sob escapes your mouth, he presses his lips into a tight line.

“Your students have always been the priority. Ever since day one, you’d throw yourself in front of a villain crime lord to save them when I didn’t know if you’d even spend my birthday with me each year.” You bite your lip, trembling as the word vomit finally spews from your lips. You can’t stop it, and it just keeps coming and coming because now that the lid is off, the words bubble over like a volcano.

“Do you know what everyone in Class B says?” You grit your teeth, clenching your dirt-ridden shirt with your fingernails digging into your skin. The tears burn hot like magma, and you can’t stop yourself from choking the next few lines out. “They’ve labelled you the second father of Class A, Dad! Did you know that?”

A bitter laugh wrenches itself out of your lips, and you’re pretty sure your skin is bleeding at how tightly you’re clenching your shirt. “Am I not your daughter, Dad? Am I not important now that Mum’s gone?”

“I loved your mother—”

“But do you love me?” you sob out.

The question causes Aizawa’s heart to plummet faster than a ten-pound bowling ball. Your voice is so small, so uncertain, and it makes Aizawa’s heartache. Do you-do you seriously think that? That he didn’t love you?

His hesitation was a fatal mistake, because for the first time in a long while, you look up to him with defiance in your eyes. You’d always been a good child, Aizawa had taught you well, after all. But this? Your eyes were hard, stone cold, and it makes Aizawa stop short.

“That’s what I thought.” You curl into yourself with a small choke, hands finding the door handle before you glance back at him with a teary, broken gaze. “Go check on your precious Bakugou. They seem to need you way more than I do.”

The door slams and knocks down the picture frame hanging on his door, shattered glass fragmenting with a loud, high-pitched crash.

On it, is a photo of you and him on Father’s Day.

To be honest, he has already forgotten how long ago it was taken.

--

Note to the requester: I'm so sorry it's so late! I was debating if I should make it a happy ending and ultimately decided to go with this so it wasn't forced. Sorry if it wasn't exactly what you asked for, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! Thank you for requesting! 💛

[v3ng3anc3-qu33n]

Shit. (Pt. 6 of Her Revenge Series)

After freeing All For One, according to the news, the heroes knew they were stuck and couldn't win. Not alone, at least. So they branched out, sending an S.O.S. to many different countries for aid. America replied first with The Justice League, Teen Titans, and Young Justice and the Avengers not far behind them, with a few other superhero teams from across the world joining in. Meanwhile, the villains and I have been planning to deal with this, though our resources are lacking compared to them.

"Uncle please tell me you have enough powers to help us." I say unsure of his power levels since being caught.

"I do so don't be alarmed. I did some extra gathering while I was there." All For One reassures.

"I dunno I think we should be alarmed," Toga says.

"Yeah/no," Twice contradicts himself.

"I believe we will need to produce more Nomus at least as a diversion," I say before pausing "Toga you have some hero blood, correct?"

"I have some from Uravity, Froppy, Endeavour, Midnight, Rocklock, and some others why?" Toga replies wistfully as she thinks of her blood collection.

"You will go undercover once a week on Mondays and gather all the information you can." I say my eyes calculating.

She nods before Shigiraki intercedes.

"Wait what do we do to make sure she isn't caught." Shigiraki points out.

"Relax Shigiraki, y/n and I already have this under control." All For One says.

"Correct uncle, because many new heroes are here as they have their own planes or can fly or run on water. I figured this may happen so just think about it maybe it would do you some good though I suppose I will explain regardless. With many new heroes and this chaos of course some heroes will act... off... meaning if Toga messes up she can claim anxiety and stress."

"Dismissed." I say, and everyone aside from me, Shigiraki, and All For One walks off to their individual plans.

I also walk away to my room, leaving All For One alone with Shigiraki.

"I'm worried about y/n they're acting erratic." Shigiraki says. "They only came back because of a rough break up because they have strong powers and accidentally hurt someone."

"I noticed they seemed... off.. see what you can find about the break up every detail." All For One says.

Meanwhile, I sit in my room overhearing this and sigh before I flop down on my bed and unlock my phone. I freeze as I get a photo memory popping up of me and Damian on a ferris wheel together. My eyes water, and I go to our text messages, typing out a message and deleting it, doing this process over and over. Before I go to my photo app and start deleting all our pictures together and destroying every physical picture with him or his family in it, along with everything he ever painted or bought for me. My eyes flicker, glowing purple before they stop, and I just cry in bed, falling asleep as my tears stain my face.

The next morning, I slam my alarm and get up and quickly get dressed in something comfortable and get my hair out of my face for the day before putting on my slippers and going to the main floor seeing everyone else already there.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty." Dabi teases, and I flip him off.

"Guessing you didn't sleep well?" Shigiraki says.

"I slept fine thank you." My voice filled with annoyance.

"Really then why were you throwing and breaking things at 1:30am?" Toga says dubiously.

"Just because Toga. Just because." I say my face and voice cold. "Anyways are you ready to go undercover today?"

"Yup!" Toga says cheerily.

I grimace at her cheeriness so early but nod. As I grab my breakfast I have Kurogiri send Toga to the Hero Base so she can get intel.

We wait for 7 hours. 7 hours of anxiety and paranoia. We all sit in the main room worried as we watch a show until we hear her scream out.

"IM BACK BITCHES!!!" Toga shrieks as she walks in.

"Jesus christ so fucking loud." Spinner mutters.

"What did you find?" I ask.

"Well the news was right the Justice League, Avengers, Young Justice, and Teen Titans are here." She says worriedly as she looks at me.

"Well then, I will be right back," I say tense before teleporting to my room and screaming "FUCKING SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK GOD DAMMIT THOSE ASSHOLE SHITTTTTT!!!"

Before I teleport back, my eyes flickering glowing purple again before resting on glowing purple and say, "Well, this will be fun."

The rest of the L.O.V. nod unsure and I shoo them all away except All For One and Shigiraki.

".... so you guys want to know what happened with my break up?" I say

"What no-" Shigiraki says before I cut him off.

"Save it. I heard you both last night, I will tell you. You know how my powers aren't a quirk they're magic? And how only in Japan are quirks common? In other places, it's the opposite. The powered are few. After I got my hero licence under the guidance of my adoptive father, Eraserhead? Well, after I had to go to U.A. for a year for social purposes, and I did before I left for America with the blessing of U.A. and The Avengers as a precaution in case I got I over my head. Which I did but not in a way they could help... I fell in love with a boy named Damian, and I was reckless. In America, they don't have a hero licence system, so when I went there wanting to help the powerless, I kept it on me just so no one would mistake me as a villain as it chaotic and they have no hero systemyou just eventually are recognised as one. This wouldn't have been a problem except because I fell in love. I fell in love with a vigilantes son. We started dating when I first moved over when I was 16 and he was 18 we dated for four fucking years his family and friends adored me. Until him and his family were on patrol and they heard me scream. A man killed someone... in the same way I saw my biological parents that night... and I froze. I screamed, and magic shot out of my body without my control hitting and killing the man, and Damian was the first to see me in front of the corpses." I pause and take a deep breath as my voice cracks before continuing. "After my magic teleported me away to the room I was staying in at his family Manor... the next day, Damian confronted me he was livid. I tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen. Then the rest happened. The normies don't like those with power as they can't control them... they fear them.. and he feared me."

-V3ng3anc3

[ravenrissa]

The Aizawas

(Part of the Aizawa-Yamada Family series)

When a villain attack occurs during a family outing in town, Present Mic and Eraserhead jump into action to save lives, leaving Hitoshi to stay back and stay safe. He gets lost in the rushing crowd, however, and ends up bumping into a couple who look eerily like Shouta...

Shouta is extremely resistant to the idea of his parents entering his adopted son's life. They were absent, neglectful parents who left Shouta to fend for himself growing up so they wouldn't have to be parents. He has sworn since the day he began fostering (and later adopted) Hitoshi that he would do everything that his own parents did not, being present in his son's life and letting him know he is loved, so when his parents announce that they want to built a relationship with not only his son, but him as well, Shouta is against the idea. But Hitoshi sees the conflict in his Dad's eyes, knowing that despite outwardly being stoic and indifferent to the situation, he's hurting inside, and sets about trying to make things right in this tense situation.

Read it here.

[needtoloveoutloud]

The one where the author is so insanely motivated to write her MHA fanfiction

I'm on a damn roll and I don't even know why? Well, I had a vacation day today, so I didn't work, but I already wrote 7k+ words today for chapter 23, and I am itching to upload chapter 12 of my fanfic once I'm done with the current one.

Because: I realized that the last three chapters mainly consisted of angst/a dash of comfort and chapter 12 is mostly fluff/teenage awkwardness/slice of life. The readers deserve something chill lol

They're also choosing hero names and getting their nominations from the hero agencies, so it's such an exciting chapter.

[tinfoilhatsss]

Are YOU looking for a mha x bsd fic to read?!

“You will both be undertaking long term stealth missions elsewhere, but you won’t be operating together for the most part. Dazai-kun, you’ve heard of UA high school right?”

“Of course I have, it’s like the most popular hero school in Japan or something. And now you’re going to tell me I have to live my dreams and become a hero.” Dazai jokes.

The older man makes no sound, and Dazai turns to look at him.

“Wait. You’re serious?”

Mori sighs, “Dazai-kun, you will be infiltrating UA high school and posing as a student there. You’ve already got experience in stealth training, but it will be a shame to let such a valuable executive go..”

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Dazai and Chuuya are sent on missions to infiltrate opposite sides of two parties that Mori has deemed a threat to the mafia, and to simply gather information from both sides. Is there more to this assignment than what they were informed of?

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I, Tinfoilhats (on ao3) have written a mha and bsd crossover which is Dazai centric. It’s titled ‘I don’t smoke’, with the link at the bottom of the page. Feel free to check it out!! Its over 100k words and currently ongoing, with an infiltration and mystery theme. Fyodor (yes, him), Chuuya, Aizawa and other 1-A characters are the most prominent in the plot. Fyodor is really just there for fun though. It does contain themes of suicide, self harm and alcoholism, but despite these tags (and many more), this fic isnt always that sad. There are def angsty moments though (and gets MORE angsty as it goes on).

Here is the fic link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/33371662

This is also my first time using Tumblr, but whatever. Hope this reaches its target audience

[herofics]

Hi. How are you?

I've feel really suicidal lately so i wanted to ask some angst/confort of dadzawa, please.

His daughter attempts to take her life and he arrives home from patrolling just in time beforw it was too late. And maybe the after math

Thanks, i love your writing, it have really help me to cope in multiple times

A/N: I'm good, thanks for asking :D I’m sorry you’re feeling this way anon, I hope this can help even a little bit. I wanted to write this quickly for you, so I'm posting this already. Thank you for liking my writing, it means a lot to me that I can help people cope.

TW: Suicide attempt and blood

Aizawa was home a couple of hours earlier than usual, because he wanted to surprise you with some of your favorite take-out. He entered the house to find all of the lights off and the house eerily quiet. Had you gone out? You always let him know where you were going, even if he was at work, because he had requested you do so. Aizawa felt like something was wrong, there was this pit in his stomach that just kept growing, the closer he got to the door to your room.

He had turned the kitchen light on when he placed the take-out on the table, but the hallway was still only dimly lit as he walked towards your room. He didn’t see what he was stepping in, but he could feel something soaking his socks as he passed the bathroom door. There was light coming from under the door and he heard the water running. It was odd. As he looked closer, he noticed the water was slightly red. His heart jumped into his throat as he tried the door handle. It was locked. Aizawa didn’t hesitate for a moment as he kicked it down.

That’s where he found you, in the tub, bloody water all around you. He quickly turned off the running water and pulled you out of the tub. There were these deep gashes on both your wrists, that were slowly bleeding you dry. You were clammy and incredibly pale compared to your usual skin tone.

“(Name)!? (Name)?! Please answer me” he begged.

You weren’t moving, and he wasn’t even sure if you were breathing. He pulled his phone out and called for medical assistance, as he held you in his arms. He was trying to put pressure on the wounds on your wrists, to hopefully stem the bleeding. The next four minutes, before the paramedics showed up, were the longest of his life. Watching you slip further and further away was terrifying.

When the paramedics came, Aizawa let them do their job. They lifted you on the gurney and one of them kept working on you as they carted you off to the ambulance. Aizawa got a ride in the back of the ambulance, he was just silently praying you would make it. He didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t. Parents aren’t supposed to outlive their children.

When the ambulance got to the nearest hospital, you were quickly taken away, and Aizawa was left standing behind the doors that lead to the trauma center. He walked to the lobby and sat down on one of the chairs, leaning his elbows on his knees and his head on his hands. His hair hung around his face as he stared down at the floor. How could he not have noticed how much pain you were in? How did he not see the signs? Surely he should have noticed. You were his kid, and you’d always been close, so how could he not have seen this coming? He’d been so busy with work lately, both his job as a hero and a teacher. Aizawa blamed himself, who else could he blame?

When you woke up, the first thing you felt was confusion. You looked around, but you felt like you couldn’t focus your eyes. You did notice someone in black clothes and with black hair, snoring away in the armchair next to your hospital bed. You looked at your father and you couldn’t help but tear up. This wasn’t supposed to happen, you didn’t want this to happen, you didn’t want to wake up, so how come you were relieved to still be here? How come, just the sight of your father made you feel so guilty.

Aizawa woke up to sobs coming from your bed. Ironically, it was like music to his ears, to hear your voice again, even if you were crying.

“Good morning angel” Aizawa said, as nonchalantly as he could.

He didn’t want you to think he was angry or disappointed, he just wanted to sound like what he truly felt, heartbroken, scared and confused.

“D-da-dad?” you blubbered.

“I’m here” Aizawa said, taking your hand.

“I’m sosry…” you stumbled over your words, and continued sobbing profusely.

“It’s okay angel, it’s okay” Aizawa attempted to assure you.

You just sobbed for a while as your father held your hand. You didn’t understand how he wasn’t angry, surely he must have been disappointed in you for being weak, for giving up.

“I’m-I’m sorry for being weak, I’m so-sorry for… you know” you sniffled.

“You’re not weak, you were in a lot of pain” Aizawa said sincerely. “I’m sorry for not noticing, I’m your father, I should have been able to tell you were suffering”

“I think you not noticing was kind of the point” you joked dryly.

“Even if you were actively hiding your intentions from me, I should have noticed something. I knew you were in pain, but I had no idea how bad it was” Aizawa sighed, squeezing your hand.

“Can we just not talk about it? It’s not your fault and what’s done is done” you yawned.

“We can not talk about it now, but we’re going to have to talk about this eventually” he emphasized the “now”.

“Yeah, I know…” you sighed. “I’m just tired, I wanna go back to sleep” you lied.

You let go of your dad’s hand and turned your back on him as you laid on the bed. You didn’t want to talk about it, and you didn’t know how to either. How could you explain to someone else how you felt, when you didn’t even know yourself.

“I love you angel, sleep well” Aizawa said, as he leaned back in his chair.

He didn’t want to pressure you, but he wanted to understand. He wanted to know why you would do something like this, but he didn’t know if he would understand, no matter what your explanation. He loved you so much. He remembered the first time he’d held you when you had been born, and the time that had almost been the last, not 24 hours earlier. He would never forget either of those times. The first one filled with such joy and the other with such indescribable fear. No child should die before their parents, and he was just happy you were going to be okay. It was going to be a long road, but you were going to be fine, he knew you were strong, no matter what you thought of yourself. You would keep fighting, and he would be there to help you up when you stumbled. He would walk with you, holding your hand through it all.

[katsukidynam1ght]

chapter 6 is finally here (i'm so sorry for taking a million years)

enter present mic!!! we've had some good dadzawa, but i know everyone's been looking forward to that good good papamic content too ;)

tags! @hyperobsessed @vee-sea @finnthemann @pancakemoment @epickiya722 @kamiiin @vesterport @nielution @justtorzaplease

[pearlatz]

I'm pretty sure that nobody is gonna answer this but I'm searching for a fic on AO3 and I'm not sure if it's still up.

Its basically midoriya izuku, shinsou hitoshi and aizawa shouta that time travel in the past. Izuku is the first to "remember" and then hitoshi and lastly aizawa on his birthday. Izuku also sends an email with a code in it to aizawa for when he remembers and Nezu gets curious. They become vigilante together. also when Aizawa remembers he leaves Yamada. I don't remember if Izuku has OFA or if he's quirkless.

Can someone help me find it ? 😭

P.S: sorry for my horrible english

[pikaminari]

If Shinso was a villain with the LoV would Kurogiri subconsciously care for Shinso because of Shirakumo’s relationship with Aizawa?

Something Kurogiri can’t understand or put his fingers on about this kid just makes him want to take care of him. The tired bags under his eyes, his no bullshit attitude, the capture scarf, his affinity for cats, all make him feel something like nostalgia, but that doesn’t make sense.

Bonus if Shinso became a villain after UA and the inner Shirakumo recognizes that if Aizawa cared for Shinso then there must be something special about him, and he should continue filling that paternal role for Shinso in place of Aizawa.