#of trying to one up zawa

[court-jobi]

Learn by Doing

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Pairing: Aizawa x reader (American!Pro Hero (fem)reader)

Words: 4.4k

Rating: T+

Warnings: ANGST/COMFORT, canon-typical fights mentioned, light injuries, minimal pronouns used, big feelings turned big confessions, reader is not very demure/mindful in this one and that's refreshing to me, Hizashi Yamada is a good friend, emotionally constipated Aizawa needs a hug

Summary:

You’re in trouble with just about everyone, in some way. Mixed reviews at best… but no doubt in trouble with your agency, the damage control unit, and most notably– Shouta Aizawa. You can look the President of the Hero Public Safety Commission in the face should you ever royally mess up; but not a disappointed ‘Zawa. 

In the moment, you expect to have to avert your sights from his trademark flat look of disapproval. But instead, you are honed in– finding him more raw than ever before. Turns out, Aizawa wasn’t just angry: he’s scared. He’s an angry crier, and that scares you straight. 

A/N: Omg I've been sitting proofing this one for so long, trying to get it right, until... i just needed to release it to the hounds of the internet. Just some friendly neighborhood AngstZawa for your viewing pleasure.

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Back in your beloved UA building, you expect Shouta Aizawa to start up the lecture you’re due for, but still- nothing from him. 

No word when you rejoined the team outside the raided building. No word when you received mixed praises of success from your superiors: who might have given all glowing remarks if it wasn’t for your unorthodox way of earning them that had them worried there for a moment. There’d be more investigation and potentially some penalties for tonight’s actions, even if the result was overwhelmingly positive. Though through each step of your mission debrief, Aizawa was dead quiet.

Not a single word from him -even out of comfort- when you got checked over by the medics on site, and nothing still on your drive back to UA courtesy of an equally tense Hizashi Yamada, who could no doubt feel ‘the energy of the studio’ tonight.

Hizashi looked at you sympathetically between the surface level chatter you two share in the car. Behind his aloofness behind the wheel, you gathered there wasn’t much he could say to appease the storm that he knew might be looming behind Aizawa’s nearly shut eyes. Per usual, said hero remained like a mouse in the backseat, his silence blaring loud. The twinkle in Hizashi’s eyes offered only the unspoken wish that you’d be patient and keep your pretty chin up. You relied on this energy, because it stems from a lifetime of knowing Shouta Aizawa and carries confidence, and have to trust in that history- even if you held a healthy amount of nerves from his silence that you’re certain is burning a hole into the back of your head in the car.

‘Zashi would ordinarily have said a quick ‘good luck’ once you parked… if ‘Zawa wasn’t waiting right outside your door, for you. This time, you merely gave a muted word of thanks and got on your way from the passenger’s seat.

The uncomfortable quiet remains when Yamada heads to the teacher’s lounge while you and your co-teacher head back to the dorms to check on the students and head to bed yourselves. However, when Aizawa veered to the South A tower -toward his classroom- he paused and checked for you in his peripheral– the unspoken command to follow rings loud and clear.

Even though you obeyed with a step behind him, your spirit was hardly calm like the night air around you. Aggravated by your still present headache, your pulse keeps thumping in your ears as you step through the still, minimally-lit hall. 

Aizawa opened the door to his room, holding it for you, while turning his head back down the hallway- away from your face as if he couldn’t spare the glance. 

God, this silent treatment. It’s juvenile, you’d think, if he didn’t radiate so much stern control that unnerved even the most upright student.

But the minute the door closes with his lock to seal you both in, Aizawa’s trademark drone returns– lethal as ever.

“You've sure got a lot of nerve, Miss America.”

Finally. 

You can take the dig at what reputation precedes you. At the end of the day, Aizawa tends to hear you out, no matter the tone, so you’re simply glad to be on talking terms again.

…but that doesn’t mean you’re entirely passive. You’re known for your sugar and spice. Unable to curb your attitude, you make no attempt to hide how much his pouting annoyed you, 

“Had enough of my chatty time-out, huh?”

“I find berating anyone when they’re already down to be cruel and ineffective,” Aizawa merely shrugs his coat off, then nods to the desks facing him at the front of the classroom. “But to say you don't need to get a firm talking-to would be delusional.”

The knocking around you received is a wound enough, so you’re thankful he doesn't mean to pour lemon juice right on it with a snappy reflex of ‘you should have been more careful’, with regards to your scrapes. But quite the long debrief awaits you now, nonetheless.

No, you know the events that got you to the point of overextension and liability must have been the bigger concern: 

"Look I get it,” you finally settle on the lip of the desk, Young Ojiro’s. “To you, that was a hothead move. But I've been around the block with ops like this, it’s far from my first...” 

You stress that your ‘nerve’ was not misplaced while Aizawa rounds his desk to loosen and stow his capture weapon.

“-but you saw on those cameras, they were teetering Iseri and Koshito too close to the edge- I couldn't just--"

"Both of whom are plenty prepared for these situations."

“But they’re kids-”

“They graduated four years ago, and have been in the pro circuit for the last three. They're not UA students anymore, and certainly not our direct reports. Those were the roles assigned in the mission terms, and you signed them.”

The shortness in Aizawa’s voice ignites so many things in you. Namely, outrage. Being shut down and interrupted has been -and continues to be- a big temper trigger for you.

But you remember, above everything else you know of the teacher: facts over feelings is the tactic that’s going to land with him. You had to lean into the rational side of things in order to explain yourself. 

The truth was, you were afraid he wouldn't trust you again. 

Over the last two years, you've trained with these students together. This year’s class is particularly promising -and challenging- due to the ridiculous amount of villain interferences you've faced as a staff… that you've faced together. More than any other sidekick, any other partner, Aizawa has been your anchor in all the ways that matter- even those unspoken.

Thankfully he’s in a listening mood now, and you hope it’s enough of an opening to talk this out. Since reapplying some eyedrops, Aizawa is solely set on figuring out what was wrong with his goggles. He’d gotten smacked around a good bit, too, though not as harsley as you. He’s scraped along his good cheek just a touch from a square hit to the face, though the poor lackey who chose to come at him with cheap moves didn't fare as gently. 

You train your volume down a pitch, seeking out a more tender part of the man before you. A still, small hope holds true that he could follow your line of reason enough to not dismiss you entirely. You couldn't bear that thought. 

"You trusted my judgment and I clearly see that I broke that... but I did nothing to put anyone at risk outside of myself, and when I see another way that can spare others, I take it. Without the visual outside, without any signal, I couldn't see any other ways to follow the plan, or else I would have done it,”

You press on, joining him in front of his desk now. Things are improved, him speaking to you, but not perfect. He’s not looked you in the eye in hours. So, you’d make yourself impossible to ignore. 

“I went off-book, and I acknowledge that. But please know that I don’t go rogue for nothing. Not because I feel like it, certainly!”

Still, no response. 

You flick at the still itchy residue from the butterfly bandages stretched taught at your temple and cheekbone. 

“You see this and think that's bad.. Imagine watching me pulling moves like that five years ago when I thought I was hot shit, n’where that would have gotten me…”

Aizawa’s jaw worked as he clasped and unclasped the hinge on his specs.

Unnecessary; they’re not broken badly. Anxious? Surely not.

“Aizawa, please say som-"

The goggles resound with plastic clatter on the table; its owner rounded the corner with blazing irises, and not one lit by any quirk. 

Aizawa in all his intimidating glory came close fast while leaving a desk’s distance between you, his eyes turning from anger- to fear- to utter heartbreak.

"There were other plans. There will always be alternatives. Solutions that don’t involve anyone, if you’d just slow down for a second to think.” 

“What solutions?!”

“They called Oversight in- who brought drones. He was on call the whole time,” Aizawa fired anger in short, perfect jabs, “Or did you ‘forget’ reading that, too?”

You’re put on notice quick.

“Wh– he was?”

“He took point on leveling tactics for the building. The city came with artificial reinforcements, too- diversions he created and leased to them for reconnaissance, tech designed to work on command without room for any human error,” Aizawa finally grits out his impeccable perspective, 

“We knew your radio went down, and we knew we had to get you help or else you'd be blind, so we called in  failsafes– but your blasting through going a mile a minute the moment we lost contact was far from rational. You didn’t even give us a chance to try and help.”

Shame bubbles where indignancy once filled you. 

You speed-read through the mission brief- overly confident, perhaps, and missed- -honestly, a key detail that might have changed everything. You’re clearly not used to serving on a team this large, this wide of a support net, and it shows.  Hyper-independence was costly now.

“...I.. didn't hear that.”

“No you didn't,” Aizawa answered cooly and aired his grievances further,

“You look at what's right in front of you, but you've got these blinders on, and that's one of the most dangerous things you can do in battle. You’re part of a team now, but you’re still acting like a vigilante. That’s reckless, no matter how seasoned you are. Think about Kaminari: you think he doesn’t look around before he sets off thousands upon thousands of volts in every direction before he acts? Or that Todoroki doesn’t consider if his ice is going to freeze out any bystanders or harm himself in the process? Each one of their actions can be costly: to those around them, and themselves.”

You swallow your idealistic pride beating beneath your chest, because you know he’s right. 

On that exposed open platform of the building, you’d been so worried about who had been close to the edge, that you tried to divert all attention to yourself in order to get them away from that precipice.

Your actions, your ‘diversion’ resulted in a tousle that: yes, gave the younger rookies a better chance at a safe exit, but landed you square in the trap yourself, and in limited range to the still-fighting thug who was not just caught, but pissed.  You’d also created more work for the Net Hero below to cast a gridlock wide enough to grab the villain effectively. 

As a long-distance fighter, those were poor odds you subjected yourself to. You’re lucky to have gotten out as smoothly as you have.

“I know that. And I am sorry–” you gestured to your own new set of blooming bruises for good measure, “-- and I’d like to think I’ve learned my lesson… That’s how you say your students learn best, right? ‘Learn by doing, learn what stings’?”

–Aizawa’s upper lip jolts in a scowl. Wrong thing to say.

“That’s not a win,” Aizawa threatens lowly. “No one in their right mind would be celebrating something like this. Injuries happen, but they shouldn't be needless.”

You wince, torn between guilt and annoyance again. 

“Yeah, well, I get it’s needless now, but I didn’t know what I didn’t know. At some point, we have to call mistakes what they are, and leave it, right?” 

“This is too important to drop,” Aizawa growls, “and I won’t, until I know you understand. This isn’t a test, this isn’t for a grade. This is serious. You’re getting hurt over it.”

Your defense was wearing thin, but you stood your ground. A more sassier remark would have been along the lines of dooming yourself to the ‘stupid Americans’ club till you’re inevitably deported- but that would be too emotional of a response, and not helpful. A fool’s hope was all you could carry now. 

You studied Aizawa for anything that would level out his respect for you- praying he held any. –you square yourself before him after as deep a breath as your winded lungs can give you�� 

“I was wrong,” you pressed the point once again, “I overlooked key information that would have impacted my actions. I can -and will- learn from this and do better, and even do my part in meeting with more of our allies so I can work with them, not around them. Get all the information, and actually use it... And I don’t have to stick my dumb ass out on the line like a rookie, with shit like that.”

Aizawa agrees, but doesn’t look altogether happy about your apology.

“Any of those steps would have sufficed- if you truly couldn’t stick to the plan…”

You’re waiting for a final lesson learned, but receive a strange pang of emotion from Aizawa’s firmly set stare–

“But plans may still fail. You’re going to have to go off-book, it’s inevitable. I’m not slighting you for that. But if there’s one thing you have to keep at the front of your mind, it's that there’s only one you.”

You’ve been guarded this year. On edge, day after day, by threat of attack at all hours. You accepted this role as a teacher to help bolster the faculty’s support staff of heroes with the rising crime rates, but have come to enjoy the job on a much deeper level- in a way you wouldn’t have experienced without Aizawa specifically at your side…

This feeling -safety, even in the most uncertain circumstances- radiates from him whenever you’re together. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing; you don’t have to be in pressing danger or fight-or-flight to feel it. It’s a constant hum of assurance from Aizawa that settles your spirit and draws you to him. 

By action, he never pronounces his entrance or use flamboyant body language; rather it’s his subtle and meaningful motions that aim to soothe.  With his words, he says what he means, and doesn’t sugar coat things– and by that very token, you know even the kindest of affirmations that come out of him must also be true- few and far between as they are.

Those signs are all subtleties that point to a very private person. Ultimately, if you did not know him so well by daily interactions, you may never have picked up how a man like him truly feels. 

Only right now, you can’t help but see it. Every emotion he’d hold inside is palpable. He does feel very strongly, and you’re gifted by its raw power: even as you are the sole audience for such a show.

There’s something in his eyes that’s not so much angry, but pained. It’s rearing up like wings to make itself appear bigger than it is, but also to shield away from unwanted eyes. It forces you to stare back, and not look away. Demands you attention, because this matters.

It’s scared.

“I know you don't give a damn what you think of yourself,” he says cautiously, “but the rest of us do care what happens to you-”

The words your nursing friend had said at the hospital tending to your most recent injuries. That this is beyond a dauntless streak of selflessness, but that your life has value and meaning. Aizawa must not have been ignoring you fully earlier. Hearing him say this proves that he had overheard you both after all– and to an extent agrees. 

Damn, your pride doesn’t like hearing that. And damn your self-deprecating sense of humor: the one that’s not-so-funny to the Japanese populace, apparently. 

You cross your arms, a flit of sarcasm dripping as a defense mechanism:

“Ok, Doc– I get it–”

“I’m not Doctor Mori.” Aizawa snapped, void of patience. “Or your darling Suzuki for that matter.”

Your two best friends, the latter whom you share a group chat with who will also not be happy hearing what's happened to you today. Neither would negate anything Aizawa has told you so far. In fact they'd agree, wholeheartedly.

Furthermore, they know what he means to you, too. Beyond your hero work, beyond your classroom partnership… 

They know Aizawa makes your world go ‘round. You practically set your clock to his time, so that you might be in sync and have something reliable in your life. You learn from him, you thrive by him, you're thankful for how you've grown and how you continue to feel when he looks your way. It's all genuine, and you appreciate that in a level that's perhaps become more than that of friends. 

Guilt twinges the strength left in your words, 

“I know you're not… your say matters, too.”

“Well your actions sure as hell aren't matching. You say my words have weight? Then you listen to me now.”

Aizawa flares his sights at you, rounding the last tabletop between you as he does so.

“I don’t expect half measures from you and I would never ask that of you. I do believe you are a great hero, and I believe you’re going to give your all, don’t misinterpret that. Never doubt that. But for whatever it's worth- if it even means to you what it means to me- you don’t just have a circle of people who want you and need you… who doesn’t just see you as another name on a mission roster, or just an asset to a team… But there are people who hate watching you dance with danger like it’s something only you can do, not when you have someone who will be at your side.. As we fight it together.”

Before irritated disbelief could settle across your face– Aizawa’s fight-worn hands that had laid fisted by his side flew up and cupped the base of your skull.

Aizawa’s eyes sting red with tears; wet emotion bared in your presence for the first time. 

“You are my breath,” Aizawa manages your name desperately, “My anchor, and my light, and you’re holding what little heart I have left, and I can’t lose you.. to this.”

–his words had you shocked speechless. Your heart could break itself looking back in those eyes. 

You sense the hurt bursting from the seams right in front of you– hurt that had rendered him silent for much of your journey back here. You can't imagine having been the one who scared him this much, someone you truly believed was immovable. 

Aizawa’s given you something far more important than a down-to-earth talk. It’s a beautiful confession you never saw coming.

Your hand cups his wrist back gently, its tendons tremble underneath you. He asked you to call him by name, so you would.

"Z-. Shouta..."

His eyes shut, and he falls forward, his forehead to yours. Containing tears within, Aizawa steeled his deep voice again:

"I have these nights… nights with dreams so bad, I can't wake when I want to. And then others, where I never want the good dream to stop. You're in both, and that scares me to no end."

His fingers bear down on the hastily thrown-on menthol patch you'd not get spent the minimal seconds it takes to affix straight. He feels the raising bump under the pads of those fingers, feeling evidence of your recklessness yet again. 

“I lived a life without you. It feels so long ago now...after we met, after you stood by me at city hall–I don't want anything less. Never again. I just want you to be more careful about these things."

Tears pricked yours, too. Never would you have imagined a close call would have affected him like this. Out of the hundreds of nights you’ve rounded up villains together, you’d broken the final straw of his resolve.

He cares. He cares for you. You dare to think he may love you– and found this as his way to say it. 

"I was- I really didn't-- I'm sorry, Shouta. Please..."

His eyes opened at your voice calling.

"Then promise me."

"Promise?"

"Promise me you won’t take these risks again. Not alone. Not when you have someone in your corner... Someone who can help you see past the hurt, the vengeance– whatever is going through your head that you’re thinking you need to prove. We can make something better from it. Smarter. I’ve walked that path; I know it well.”

You nod in his hold; your oath back to him, as he lays it all out. Were this a written love letter, you’d memorize every line. 

“-but promise me you'll never scare me like this. Not when it’s avoidable. Don’t ever do this again."

Aizawa’s voice fell to a choked whisper by the end. The last window of his strength crumbled like settling dust while his thumbs scroll your temples reverently.

You swallow tensely, nodding all the quicker, 

"Yes, I promise, yes.” You’ll fuck things up differently, sure, but not like tonight’s show of heroics.

Aizawa shuddered; it sank in. "Thank you."

Still, you made it your job to make him believe, so you lifted up off the desk to stand before him. Fighting the burn in your arms was a worthy cause when rising to hug him– and rewarded you instantly as he reciprocated. You relished in the feeling, the warmth from his breath on your neck, how securely his arms held you tight, the caring hand that fisted the back of your hair in an intimate gesture. 

There was nowhere else you'd rather be. Taking a deep breath, you let your eyes close in his hold. You’d tell him someday, but you’ve dreamt of him to, though not so heartbreaking in memory, as he shared with you. Many of your dreams settled on moments just like this; tame, warming fantasies that you wished you could share with him as a break from the chaos. Because he deserved softness, too.

And here he was: hugging you. You smile. Shouta Aizawa -man of a thousand sleepless nights- is fucking hugging you. Hizashi will never believe this.

You felt the change the minute your name crossed the line of Aizawa’s lips. His shoulders sagged and he pressed into you, his hands loosening and patting your hair, the fierce nature in which he'd captured you melting into a protective caress.

The man’s face still sunk inwards, weary as he met your eyes. Where was that look coming from? He seemed so worried, like he wanted to say something but was trying hard not to. His gaze darted to your lips to your cheeks- basking in every bit of this moment, like he'd never get the chance to be this close again.

Hearing his inhale at the touch, your hand smoothed over his heart, purposefully, lovingly. Eyes locked, you tipped your head to the side and lifted your chin to be clear to him- an invitation. The corners of his mouth lift. 

I feel the same, you want to cry to him. But with his emotions still sitting under the surface, you will yourself to be the strong one.. just for a moment longer. You’ll share your vulnerability once the pain meds wear off.

Aizawa met you halfway in one fell swoop. Still tender from your fight, you brought his lips to yours to seal in the promise made. 

This kiss was more than you imagined. Impossibly gentle lips, dizzying warmth, the lowest of hums leading into it. Had he been angry, it might have been a growl, but you’re sure you would've jumped on it anyway. The energy he gave into this first kiss caught even you by surprise.

After another drawn out press, you bowed your foreheads together and took in shaky breaths.

"Wow,” you sighed out a smile.

He whispered the awestruck wonder back, and drew you right back in.

Parting after several rolling kisses later, you saw him clearer, sporting that Totoro smile at your blissful face. 

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," Aizawa spoke into your ear, still holding you close, but mindful of the tender parts you winced at.

Careful of the taxed weakness in his elbow, you carefully massaged up his arm gently, “Sorry I had to piss you off to get it~”

He chuckled breathlessly, feeling soft enough to nuzzle your cheek. You laughed at the roughness of his scruff on yours. It’s so comfortable with him like this. felt up his chest slowly while you had the chance. He took a deep breath at the sensation. 

"Guess this means you’re putting in your name as ‘that someone’? Do this together then?" You gestured with your shoulder between you, working out the words, “I mean, I should hope so– you just kissed the daylights out of me."

Aizawa brushed some hair away you'd nervously let forward. He seemed cool as ever, but spoke gently with you. 

"I wasn't so sure someone like me could feel this way about someone like you. So yes. I'd like to see where this could go,” Aizawa centered back to meet you with level calm. “I think.. what we have to start with, works. Don't you?"

You smiled sweetly and nodded with confidence. How things will look for you from this point on will simply build on the foundation you have. That all can be learned. Finessed. You braved a smile and assured him, despite the nagging fear you felt you caused;

"I won’t let you down, ‘Zawa."

His eyes almost rolled shut into a breathy chuckle.

"You know, I adore you. So damn much." He captured your lips again in a couple long kisses. You hummed in between them, drowned out by his own possessive trills back as they echoed into your shared mouths.

You gave a breathy little giggle in happiness and trailed your fingers over the edge of his jaw, caressing the stubble of beard. 

“Guess I have added incentive to stick around then.”

“Oh, you are. And you’re going to have to face the music with the city task force come Monday.”

–Ah yes, this felt more normal. The king of rational thought swooping in to burst your bubble. But… you suppose you rely on this too. All part of the Eraserhead package deal.

You’ll take it; along with your consequences.

“Ugh shit.”

“Told you so.”

Planning out your next steps in Aizawa’s homeroom, as a team, went well for the remainder of your time propped up at his desk… until you got distracted again. This new dynamic between you will be sure to prove tempting, you fear, as inevitably your reputation for being a horrific flirt started getting the best of you when Aizawa stuck his hair up to get back to work.

Unfair, how good he looks when he’s angry. Even worse when he looks back at you, in love.

[lovebeatriceplz]

Baby it's cold outside 🌧️

Aizawa x reader

Summary: It's a rainy/ cold day and he's trying to convince you to stay in.

Note: I live in a country where it doesn't snow so I'm not even gonna try and write about it😭. We do have a cold front rn so i can write based on that. This is short.

Normally the sun would have been peeking out a little by now. But as your eyes flutter open it still appears to be dark. The clock on your wall, however, tells a different story. Attempting to sit up you find yourself held back by something...or rather someone. You lift up to blanket to reveal Aizawa's arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your stomach, not really planning to let go anytime soon.

His hair was somewhat disheveled. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, the only time his brain isn't overworking. You didn't really want to wake him, but you had things to do. In a soft, gentle manner you trace the scare on his cheek, he responds with a soft hum, leaning into your touch. "Love? Zawa wake up" you whisper. He grunts.

Sighing you start to untangle yourself from your husband's grasp. He opens one of his eyes, tightening his grip. "where are you going anyways? Didn't you watch the forecast..." He murmurs, falling back into a slumber.

"no... C'mon i still have to go to work". You sit up fully in the bed. He looks up at you. "can't we just stay in this morning, please?" He was hard to resist no doubt. Planting a kiss on his forehead you distract him long enough to slip out of the bed. You hear him groan "seriously?" He calls out. You were already heading down the hallway.

The cold floor causes you scurry quickly to the bathroom. The freezing air making you shiver. It was cold.

A cold shower was definitely a no no. As you wait for the water to warm up you sit on the edge of the tub, springing up immediately. The sink, the towels, the railings, the fricking door knob, was everything just freezing cold. You were beginning to reconsider your lovers pleas.

Actually getting ready wasn't any easier. Not when he was looking at you like that, studying every inch or your body, silently begging you to come back to him. "you're not making it through that door" he mumbles, turning his back to you and making a cave with the pillows. "i love you too" you tease, blowing him a kiss.

Standing in the door way you shiver, looking out you could hardly see anything because of the thick fog. You close the door, standing there and wondering if you should call a cab or risk it and walk in those conditions.

Large, scarred hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close as hot breath hits your neck, warming you up instantly. "You're a stubborn brat y'know that?" He murmurs into the back of your neck.

His fingers slither into your skirt, fiddling with the waist band of your underwear, causing you to chuckle out of nervousness "and you're a bad influence" you retort. He hums softly, intertwining his hands with one of yours "just for today, i promise".

And with that he's luring you back into the bed room, planting kisses all over and leaving markings on your neck. You decide to send a text to your boss later, they'll understand.

[mirai-e-jump]

TV Life, 7/19/2024 Issue (No.14) ft. Bakuage Sentai Boonboomger Cast Members (translation below)

Publication: July 3, 2024

Iuchi Haruhi x Hayama Yuki x Suzuki Miu Saito Ryu x Soma Satoru x Miyazawa Yu

Iuchi: Sakito grew up in space, so there's something awkward about the way he keeps his distance from people.

Miyazawa: He basically acts by himself. That's why he doesn't spend much time together with everyone. He'll often go and help them out when they're in a tight spot though.

Iuchi: Still, it's amazing how Yu-kun's able to express his awkwardness so accurately. I'm sure this is how I'd be if I were in space my whole life and didn't know anything about Earth.

Suzuki: He's different. Mira's good at closing the distance between people, and yet even I felt overwhelmed, or rather overpowered by his intimidating presence.

Iuchi: That's why I've become much more motivated to do some muscle training. I'm sure there'll be alot of scenes of me standing next to Sakito from now on, so when that happens, I'm afraid I'm going to "lose" because of my appearance (laughs).

Hayama: He's a good stimulant, don't you think? For me, I'm glad to see Violet, a character closer to the color blue join us, as there's already so many bright, reddish colors in Boonboomger (laughs).

Saito: Black's the only one that's neither (laughs). Still, Sakito's cool just from a visual standpoint, isn't he? I've thought that way ever since I first saw the makeup artist doing his hair.

Miyazawa: Ryu and Miu-chan ran over to me and said, "What's Violet like?" (laughs).

Suzuki: We were like, "Oh~!"

Saito: That's right. We were like, "So cool!"

Miyazawa: Both of them said, "So cool!," but as I looked at them, all I could think of was, "They're so cute~" (laughs).

Saito: His purple extensions are nice too. Haruhi said, "Isn't that unfair?!" (laughs).

Iuchi: I wanna wear some too (laughs).

Soma: His character and appearance are both striking. In that sense, although their personalities are completely different, he and Genba may be similar in some ways. Also, for me personally, it was a weight off my shoulders when Zawa-kun (Miyazawa) became the oldest character (laughs).

Miyazawa: In my mind, Satoru's character is the oldest.

Soma: No, absolutely not, that's not possible (laughs).

Iuchi: Still, you two might be abit alike. They've consciously taken away the feeling of being our seniors and made it easy for us to talk with them. That's why they're more like having kind big brothers around.

Miyazawa: You guys just mess around with me though (laughs).

Suzuki: Zawa-kun's being teased the most now, isn't he? It used to be Satorun (Soma).

Soma: That's why I'm doing the teasing now.

Hayama: That's fun too, right?

Soma: It's fun. Zawa-kun takes care of "cleaning up" for us (laughs).

Miyazawa: I mean, all five of them are silly, aren't they? I was put into the group chat, but even there, they were just posting silly comments……multiple times. The next day I was like, "Someone say something in response!" (laughs).

Suzuki: Everyone's just doing whatever they want (laughs).

Hayama: Still, the atmosphere on set has become tense due to Zawa-kun. Everyone's trying not to lose to him.

Saito: I'm looking forward to the story from now on. How will Sakito interact with the other five? There's still alot we don't know about him as a character.

Miyazawa: I think it'll become more apparent in the future that he "has another side to him."

Iuchi: With the addition of Sakito, the relationships among the other five will probably change, and in a good way, we have no idea what the future holds, so I hope you'll continue to watch over us! _

Q: What's something you'd like to have the "Cleaner" resolve?

Iuchi: I'd like him to "clean up" the oil that accumulates in my stomach. I like yakiniku and ramen, and often go out to eat with everyone after filming. However, I'm weak with oil, and always get an upset stomach when I eat too much of it (laughs).

Hayama: Do you clean drains? I'm a cleanly person, so I clean my place atleast once a week. However, I tend to skip the areas that use water, only doing them about once a month…I'd like you to clean them on my behalf (laughs).

Suzuki: Mira's always showing her legs, so I'm working hard on muscle training every day. However, there are times where I just can't be bothered. I'd like you to take care of this "troublesome spirit of working out"!

Saito: I always fall asleep as soon as I get home. This is why I always put off cleaning…Some days it's clean, but on average it's pretty dirty, so I'd like you to clean my entire room (laughs).

Soma: Because of my thin chest, I want to build muscle. I like to move my body, but I'm the same as Miu-chan, and there are days where I'm not motivated to work out, so I'd like to have those feelings taken care of.

Miyazawa: I wish there was something I could do for all the things the five of them said (laughs). Speaking of, I was recently taken out to play futsal by Satoru. I've been wanting to go out and play it for a long time, so I was finally able to "clean up" that desire!

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GODSSSHAIA dilf!aizawa who is trying his best to set in an ipad w/ parental controls 4 eri ;;;;;

having to knock next door to his new neighbor only to find out that the neighbor is a newly grad who moved out to the city for the experience, clearly dumb out of his mind but managed to get it set up in under a minute

the next time they run into each other dilf!aizawa is coming home from work while himbo is on his lil jog, stopping to take a breather and say hi to his neighbor despite the fact his boob are just… boobing

dilf!aizawa who had the cut the conversation short and give a short greeting to eri on the way to his room so that he can quickly jerk one out, the post-nut hits him so hard he got his sight back cause there was no reason he should have came that fast..

EE n they continuously bump into each other!!! s’like the second they make contact sho gets hard.. gets to the point where it’s normal for them to see each other at least once a day, n they speak so much even eri is invested, always tryin to get sho to ask out their handsome neighbor.. poor guy doesn’t even know! he’s jus happy to be there n likes helping out! plus he’s good with kids n eri is delightful to be around.. her hot father is just a plus!! except reader’s much too sweet… he’s always quick to spoil eri despite sho’s warnings n the second he’s caught he’s pleading for forgiveness while zawa jus….. forgets what he’s talkin abt n pops a stiffy right theresjdgjdjs

[machiroads]

4 (Mirko in Nine Lives!!) & 5 for the fanfic writer asks!!

#4 Share a headcanon about Mirko in Nine Lives

Haha oh boi I don't know if I have any headcanons about Mirko Nine Lives that weren't already covered in the fic? Her entire existence in the story is a headcanon in and of itself LOL. Perhaps 2 conciliatory fun facts about Mirko Nine Lives:

For a time, I considered writing a brief spinoff about the sidebar conversation she had with Mic after Aizawa's quirk testing went Not So Good. It was an extremely entertaining prospect to me, because up until that point, they hadn't formally met. So it's basically just Mic rolling up like "Hi you don't know me, but I think we both care about the guy next door and he's Going Thru It."

In the (now AU) version of Lost & Won where Kuroboro lived, him and Mirko hit it off. Cloudbunny lives rent free in my brain

#5 Is there a tiny detail in one of your fics that you feel goes tragically unnoticed?

Perhaps nobody noticed because 9L and L&W are rated T, but I try to be careful about not describing genitalia (in bathtime scenes etc) because I know a lot of people headcanon Aizawa as trans. So you can interpret 9L!Zawa as whatever you want, because fundamentally it's a story about him Going Thru It, and what he's packing downstairs has no real bearing on the story.

[dgalerab]

speaking of zawas in Situations i am perpetually thinking about him being separated from mic and cloud during a battle and only realizing it was a planned set up when he is surrounded by villains who overpower him. it all happens so fast he doesn't have the chance to think about things rationally and before he know it he's restrained and helpless on the ground in the alley, gagged and blindfolded so all he can do is listen as his captors discuss what they are going to do with him amongst themselves, completely nonplussed that he's right there hearing their plans. that's when the true gravity of his situation sinks in, and he's panicking and writhing in vain to try and free himself, maybe some of his captors laughing and jeering at his helplessness. he's panting heavily through his nose as he wears himself out, internally begging his friends to notice him missing and come save him before he gets taken away.

whenever people drop unsolicited aizawa situations in my inbox i always wonder how to convey the sheer "cat nyooming over while screaming in excitement bc he heard there are littol treats" energy i have

i feel like we've only seen him overpowered when he's already injured and incapacitated so he's fighting against the pain and exhaustion to keep trying to make noise or leave a trail for his friends to follow or maybe find a window to strike and escape

and even when he's rescued he for sure is like it's fine. i was rescued so it's all over. why would i be stressed about it now? and shirakumo has to be the one to be like squeezing him tight and being like THAT WAS SO SCARY UWUUUU while mic teases him relentlessly about his stoicism

and then naturally after shirakumo has fallen asleep still squishing aizawa and aizawa is pretending to sleep as well, hizashi very graciously lifts up his leg so aizawa can *accidentally* roll under it so that hizashi can form a protective little cage for him squeezed in between the two of them while aizawa very quietly and totally not scared anymore hides his face between hizashi's back and the pillows

[pr4yerp0sition]

Whispering close to their ear while caressing the nape of their neck. ( zawa/isamu)

       A  SHARED  LIVING  SPACE;  quiet,  comfortable,  somewhere  to  hide  when  the  rest  of  the  world  was  overwhelming.  From  the  everyday  mechanics  &&  responsibilities  that  kept  the  small  circle  of  theirs  going,  Isamu  could  feel  the  weight  of  exhaustion  lingering  in  his  bones.  Happy  smiles,  questions  of  uncertainty,  paperwork  &&  the  small  miniscule  task  that  would  go  unrecognized  yet  were  equally  as  important.  Taniguchi,  he  had  the  skills  to  be  a  proficient  sorcerer,  one  who  could  have  easily  made  a  respectable  &&  dignified  life  with  a  heavy  surname  to  help,  he  rejected  it  all.  Between  the  childish  bickering  of  students  &&  the  moments  that  caused  his  monotone  features  to  scrunch,  bursting  out  laughing,  he  found  this  life  enjoyable.  The  shadowy  canine  pads  around  the  apartment,  eager  to  greet  the  familiar  face  they  have  known  since  Isamu  was  small,  cowering  over  this  strange  world  &&  the  chorus  of  the  dead.  “Fenrir,  keeping  Aizawa  safe  for  me?”  the  small  whine  echoes  of  reassurance,  to  which,  he  cannot  help  but  smile  fondly. 

   His  voice  raises  slightly,  an  announcement  of  his  presence,  “I’m  home,  sorry,  work  ran  later  than  usual  -  I  keep  telling  Todo-chan  to  not  rush  into  things,  he  never  listens,  I’m  starting  to  feel  sorry  for  the  curses  that  have  to  take  him  on”  the  pleasant  jest  that  was  met  with  a  quick  change  of  clothing.  Softer,  cream  fabric  that  pressed  against  ink  skin,  icy  blonde  locks  suddenly  scooped  up,  held  together  with  a  singular  clasp  as  his  mind  raced;  dinner,  right,  that’s  what  couples  prepare  for  one  another.  Even  if  this  faux  marriage  was  simply  trickery,  there  came  an  urge  to  be  responsible,  try  to  make  things  work.  Wine,  he  thinks,  chilled  &&  kept  safe  for  the  right  occasion,  the  sound  of  vegetables  being  chopped,  carefully  placed  into  the  warm  makings  of  a  savory  meal.  It’s  nostalgic,  a  life  prior  that  he  can  barely  recall,  seeming  to  grasp  onto  it  with  utmost  ferocity. 

     Conversation  that  regales  the  mundane,  honey  eyes  that  twinkle,  “Let  me  guess,  your  students  were  perfect  as  ever?  Tsk,  at  least  you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  them  using  the  oddest  of  items  for  weapons”  the  soft  jest  that  sneaks  from  his  lips  as  he  snorts.  Just  as  he  turns,  there’s  a  touch  upon  the  exposed  flesh,  a  shudder  coursing  through  as  the  counter’s  cold  surface  presses  against  him.  Soft  words  that  cause  his  heart  to  flutter,  fingers  that  brush  together  entwining  as  he  murmurs,  “Insatiable,  right  before  dinner…”  the  desperation  to  touch  as  slender  hands  capture Aizawa's  jaw  within  his  grasp.  Yearning  that  caused  his  heart  to  ache,  a  blissful  life,  the  thought  that  haunts  his  mind  -  content  with  one  another.  No,  he  shouldn’t  entertain  it,  but  each  kiss  against  his  pale  skin  causes  him  to  shudder,  the  few  loose  strands  tenderly  being  stroked  igniting  the  pit  of  his  stomach. 

        “You  should  know  better  than  to  waste  good  wine,  dearest  husband,  trying  to  drink  all  of  me?  I’m  afraid  that  won’t  work”

[depressedexpressed8]

Yandere Mental Hospital

  Yandere pro’s as different roles in an asylum and reader being their favorite little patient. Obedient for everyone except Endeavor and AllMight. Whenever she is in the same room as them, she has to get sedated for acting out or trying to escape. But the others can’t get rid of them because they all agreed to share reader and keep her from leaving them.

Mic is reader’s inpatient case manager

 Zawa is a doctor 

Midnight is an art therapist 

AllMight is a nurse 

Endeavor is a tech on nightshift 

Miriko is night shift nurse

 Hawks is a tech

 Best Jeanist is a nurse 

FatGum is the cook

Tensei is the therapist

(y/n) was a kid who grew up very isolated and neglected, she had to start working from a very young age and it wore her down. It widdled away at her little by little as her hard work went unapreciated. So she stood on the top of a 3-story building, only to be pulled away by a blonde bulky man in scrubs. He-Toshinori- took her to his work place, which he just came from. He had a therapist-Tensei- do an intake for her and got her set up with the nurse on nightshift- Mirko- to get her checked and in bed, where she would be safe.

The next day, (y/n) woke up confused before remembering what happened. she runs out of the room, and into Toshinori, who she met the night before. He sees how frantic and anxious she is and tried to calm her down. It doesn't work very well and he has to call in his coworker, who was about to clockout, Enji. Enji sedates her and (y/n) wakes up to three people scolding Toshinori. one black-haired man, and two blonde-haired men. (The reason she hates AllMight and Endeavor is because she thinks they had a really stupid reaction to her reasonable panic.)

Toshinori explains to the three men that he was concerned that she would hurt herself in her fit of panic. The dirty blonde male is the first to notice her wake. He starts off joking in a laid back way but when (y/n) asks to leave he-Keigo- frowns and softly says that they can't do that unless they are sure that she is safe and since she tried to attempt not even 10 hours ago, they can't release her. reader starts crying, Keigo's words being the cherry on top of her stress sundae. The other blonde man-Hizashi- panics and franticly throws soothing words at her, making her cry more because it was the first time someone tried to comfort her without trying to gain anything. The black haired man-Shouta- is the one to calm everyone down. Explaining that they will let her go as soon as they were sure she was stable enough to not attempt again and that as long as she was good, she wouldn't have anything to worry about.

After a few weeks of being there with no end in sight, (y/n) starts to act up, spending more time drugged out in a room on her own (as far as she knew). The workers (her yanderes) would take turns watching over her while she was too drugged out to struggle. After realizing that she was getting nowhere with lashing out at everyone, and resorts to just the man that brought her there and the man who was the first to drug her. Her hatred of the man-Enji- increased when she met Shouto, his son who was locked up like her. She heard his story, his poor mother stuck in this hospital just like them. And not constantly being on the receiving end of (y/n)'s spite, they found her resistance of the two bulky men kind of funny. The two large men being bullied by the “small frail girl”, unable to fight back against her antics.

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I am so excited for posting time to roll around for this one. Here's a quick preview of Aizawa being a total DAD-Zawa <3

Image text is below the cut.

Present Mic was out of sight behind UA's gate, being restrained by Hound Dog and Vlad King, and practically frothing at the mouth. "I will rip them to fucking shreds if they don't leave her alone. Just let 'em on campus to try and take a picture, I'll give them a sound-bite!"

It was sweet, though unnecessary, for his husband to be this worked up. Shouta shut him up with a kiss. "I took care of it. Deep breaths. Eri needs you calm."

Surprisingly, the kiss worked. Hizashi buried his face in Shouta's shirt collar, whimpered, and took a few deep breaths until he calmed down. Then he stayed there. Shouta would have felt awkward if they weren't in the relative privacy of UA with only a few friends and coworkers around.

"You better?" he asked, patting the thick leather of Hizashi's costume jacket.

All he got was an affirmative hum and his husband snuggling deeper into his neck.

"Are you huffing my cologne?"

[bumb1e-vee]

Angst Dadzawa writing prompt

Inko is killed by villains and erasermic family taking in Izuku (Yama, zawa, and shinsou ), Izuku starts developing familial hanahki and coughing up Hyacinths (jealousy), Red Roses (Desire), hydrangeas (Familial love), and yellow carnations (rejection) and he can't figure out which family member doesn't accept him. Meanwhile shinsou thinks izuku is just perfect and is NOT happy about sharing his family so he refuses to even entertain accepting Izuku and at one point when his anger comes to a head goes "You had your family and you fucked it up, if you weren't so reckless your mom wouldn't have died, but here you are! You stole my spot in the hero course and now you're trying to steal my family " and then Izuku runs away and leaves a trail of bloody flowers behind. Aizawa and Yamada are horrified at the bloody flowers and realize Izuku is missing and once they talk to shinsou he feels sickening guilt. Izuku is on top of a roof sobbing, asking his mother why she left him and wanting to be with her again. The EraserMic family is DESPERATELY looking for Izuku.

[theinternetisaweboflies]

Gates to Heck by girlinstory (Chapter 1)

This story is a follow-up to the omake "Teaching Mob Basketball > Anti-terrorism", in which Teru does a vigilante-justice speedrun so he can teach Mob how to dribble.

The omake can be read here.

"Hanezawa-kun?"

"Hey, Kageyama-kun! I hope you weren't waiting too long. Sorry I couldn't meet up with you until today. I know there's a time crunch, but I was able to brush up on a few drills that I think will really help you out at the inter-class game."

"I didn't realize basketball was such a dangerous sport." If anyone other than Shigeo had said that, it would have been sarcastic, but Teru knew better.

He should have gone to Sephora. Teru had used up the last of his Benefit Cakeless Full Coverage after dealing with Bloody Rain, and the only waterproof stuff he had left was Maybelline Super-Stay.

Teru waved him off. "Oh, this? Ha ha ha. No, Kageyama-kun, I just had a little accident the other night. It's not as bad as it looks though."

"It's not?" Shigeo tilted his head to one side. "Isn't it covered up with makeup though?"

"Oh, uh… Just a little. You know how vain I am! Ha!"

"Why do you keep saying the word 'ha'?" asked Shigeo.

"Ha," said Teru before he could stop himself. "Well, it was pretty cringe of me, I guess. I tripped over my own feet, right in front of the whole school. If that didn't finally destroy my old urabanchou status, I don't know what will." Teru managed something approximating an actual laugh this time. His acting skills had gone to pot since he started this whole honesty thing.

He wanted to be honest with Shigeo, but this was just a little white lie. Everyone told little white lies. Probably even Shigeo.

"You're lying, aren't you, Hanezawa-kun?"

Probably not Shigeo.

"What? No, I-"

"You already said it happened at night."

Maybe Teru's fever was worse than he'd thought.

"You're right, Kageyama-kun. I'm sorry for lying. The truth is that I'm embarrassed about how I really hurt myself, and I'd rather not talk about it."

"Oh." Shigeo seemed to be considering this. "I can understand that. Are you sure you shouldn't be resting though? That shoulder looks pretty bad too."

"Nonsense!" The shoulder had popped right back in, and he had almost the full range of motion already. "I'll mostly just be coaching anyway. I'll only have to demonstrate a few things to get you started. Most of the work is going to be drills. It gets repetitive, but you must be used to that from your club, right?"

Shigeo nodded.

"Great! So the five basic skills that make up basketball are shooting, dribbling, defending, rebounding, and passing. We're going to start with dribbling, because it's the most rudimentary, but also one of the most difficult. It involves coordinating your whole body at once. We'll start with just dribbling in place and then move on to traveling with the ball. Sound good?"

Shigeo nodded again, his nose scrunched up in concentration. Teru pulled a basketball out of the bin and dribbled it a few times to demonstrate the correct form. He'd gotten permission to use the court at Black Vinegar since the Basketball Club was at an away game.

Shigeo was still struggling with his hand-eye coordination after twenty minutes of dribbling, and Teru started to think he should have prioritized this over the terrorists.

"You're doing fine. Try snapping your wrist, but not too-"

Shigeo snapped his wrist too hard, and the ball bounced away towards the bleachers. Again.

"No worries! I'll grab it." Teru jogged over to the bleachers and bent down to pick up the ball. When he straightened back up, the edges of his vision started to darken, like someone had just used the vignette tool on his eyes.

Teru had passed out enough times to know the drill. He sat down before he could fall down and crack his skull open on the gummy gymnasium floor.

"...zawa-kun! Hanazawa-kun, please wake up!"

Shigeo's voice sounded muffled even though he was speaking much louder than usual. Teru couldn't even hear his own voice when he responded, but he could feel his lips form the words.

"I'm fine."

"You passed out."

The world was starting to come back into focus, and Teru realized he was propped up against a very sweaty shoulder.

"I just got a bit dizzy. It's no big deal. A little water, and I'll be-"

"No," Shigeo interrupted him. "I'm taking you home now."

Teru could already tell it wasn't worth arguing, so he didn't even try. He even let Kageyama-kun buy him a juice from the vending machine.

"I'm sorry, Hanazawa-kun," Shigeo said, as soon as they were walking towards the station. "It wasn't fair of me to ask you for what I did. I'm grateful you're willing to teach me how to play basketball, but I can't expect to win a game against experienced players with only a week of practice."

Teru didn't know what to say to that, but his mouth seemed to have its own ideas. "Isn't the person you're interested in going to be watching?"

"She probably won't be watching me," said Shigeo, matter-of-factly. There was a pause while they got on the train and Shigeo ducked between two salarymen to stake out a seat. He maneuvered Teru into it before grabbing the strap above his head.

"Actually, she's part of the reason I realized that I was being unfair to you," said Shigeo. The salarymen were arguing loudly, and Shigeo's soft voice was probably inaudible to anyone but Teru. "When we were young, she would ask me to do difficult things for her, like shooting games and math. Then she would stop paying attention to me as soon as I did them. I don't want to treat people like that. It was rude of me to ask you for a favor when we haven't spent any time together since you helped me save Ritsu."

"No, it wasn't! I'm happy to help! I mean, I will be, once I actually… help…" Teru trailed off anticlimactically. He needed this to go well, or Shigeo wouldn't ask him for help again, and then they'd never have a reason to see each other. Teru could only "accidentally" bump into him so many times.

"I think I would rather help you right now," said Shigeo.

That one was kind of a stumper, but Teru was saved the trouble of responding when they pulled into his station.

The walk back to his apartment was silent, mostly because Teru was concentrating on not passing out again. When they arrived, he fumbled his keys, flushing from a combination of embarrassment and fever.

Teru shouldn't even have a fever. He had taken down Final Dog and Gates to Heck in one night. He'd just gotten a little sloppy when he was dropping them off with Joseph. One of the Final Dogs had grabbed his shoulder, kneed him in the face, and almost unmasked him.

Teru didn't want the psychic terrorists to learn his identity, but he really didn't want the shady government mercenary to learn his identity. He was always careful to keep his aura in check around Joseph, who seemed perfectly comfortable with their backdoor dealings, although he had started referring to Teru as "Deep Throat," which was sort of concerning.

Teru had managed to keep his mask on, mostly because it felt like the fabric was embedded in his skull, but he'd let a little of his aura slip. Between worrying about a surprise government draft and basketball drills, Teru had neglected his household chores.

There were pieces of clothing strewn all over the apartment, some glittering in the late afternoon sun. His industrial first aid kit was sitting on the coffee table, along with his comparatively-sized makeup kit. There was even a cup of instant noodles coagulating next to them. Teru did a millisecond of triage before using his powers to hide the underwear and the noodles.

Shigeo took it all in without a word, and Teru felt his fever go up a couple of degrees.

"Sorry about the mess," he said lamely.

Shigeo cleared a purple windbreaker off the couch and gently pushed Teru into its spot. Then he knelt in front of the coffee table and opened the first aid kit. He rummaged around for a few minutes. Sometimes he would pick up something like a hemostatic bandage or a shock blanket and frown at it for a moment before carefully replacing it. Eventually he found the cooling patches.

Teru held very still while Shigeo swept his bangs back from his forehead and applied the patch. He must have felt Teru's fever through his shirt.

"Thanks," said Teru.

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

He looked up. Shigeo's gaze was focused on the wall above the bookshelf, where Teru had somehow forgotten to hide the single most incriminating item in his apartment. Literally, since vigilante work was probably illegal, even if he was sort of working for the government.

Oni Group

Phoenix

Extermination Club

Psycho Union

Mad Emperor

Final Dog

Espers

Bloody Rain

Gates to Heck

"Hanazawa-kun…" Shigeo hesitated, frowned, but forged ahead anyway, "Are you thinking of forming another gang?"

Teru couldn't help it. He burst out laughing. It was only a little hysterical.

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Okay so I looked up eren and he doesn’t look much different then I expected. The hair is def brown but he looks like a anime version of what I imagined but with longer hair lol.

On a separate note let’s talk abt dilf Aizawa… istg you take every thought I’ve ever had out of my head and put it in your stories. I love ur babysitter AU and I had a similar one but mine was daycare worker instead (Sorry for the long post in advance)

Hear me out tho, you’re a gullible and very broke college grad trying to get by on an internship at a daycare in a better part of the city that markets towards rich people like heros, celebs etc. basically anyone who needs to worry abt their kids safety more then usual. You don’t really do much and have barely interacted with parents or even kids in the few months you’ve been there. You really only talked to Aizawa once or twice in passing. To you he was just another hot single dad among many. That was until suddenly this hot single dad is at your local grocery store. It’s a little strange that he’s in a crime ridden downtown area nearly 45 mins away from the daycare but you try not to think much of it. It’s not that big of the deal.

It’s just a coincidence when he’s at the shitty dog park you frequent with no dog in sight. It’s just a normal every day run in when you catch him on his morning run… in front of your out of way apartment. And surely he didn’t mean to knock on your door in the middle of the night. I mean he says he’s just visiting a friend after a long night of drinking but can’t find or remember the apartment #. Surely you’ll let him in so he can sober up <3333

Sorry if I’ve been sending too many asks you’ve just got so many wheels turning in my head😵‍💫😵‍💫

you could never send too many!! jus… drunk zawa goin on n on about how handsome n pretty you are, says he knows you’d never go for an older guy like him but he can’t help himself..n that he liked you since the day he saw you trailing around the daycare…he keeps to himself obviously but he’s leaning in close to talk to you n never makes eye contact!! jus stares at your lips n nibbles at his own.. n when you’re handing him a glass of water hes brushing his fingertips over your knuckles n there’s jus… so much… tension…

[machiroads]

sitting here with my head in my hands trying to pic only one WIP title when they all intrigue me😭 I'm sorry FFXII steampunk au, I have to know what's up with When the Battle's Lost and Won

I WILL GIVE YOU BOTH AS A BONUS FREEBIE

When the Battle's Lost and Won is the next installment in the Nine Lives Extended Universe and it's effectively a post-final battle post-mortem. I've been picking away at it since I finished 9L (like. a year and a half ago now) and every week a chunk of it is like "oh well this isn't going to be canon anymore" but oh well ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ WRITING CANON-ADJACENT FICS IS FUN.

It's intended to be 4 parts (Moon > Sun > Cloud > Stars) and I SINCERELY HOPE I DON'T HAVE TO CHANGE THAT.

Here's an excerpt that probably? won't have to get deleted

The FFXII Steampunk AU is a bit of a redundant title, as FFXII's Ivalice is inherently kind of steampunk (or at least steampunk fantasy). It's a fic with a demographic of approximately two people, and it still lives in my Active folder because I inadvertently bamboozled three other very talented people into collaborating on it and then just. Didn't do anything with it for uhhhhh a solid year now. Oops.

It's a big damn adventure fantasy, featuring Spy/Bard!Mic, Airship Pilot!Shirakumo, Viera!Midnight, and Time Mage!Zawa (and the two mist-touched kids who follow him around). There's legitimately probably like. 20k of it written and I really should just put some of it up for funzies but I have a mental block against posting things that I can't commit to finishing in good faith because I have a pathological need to be reliable. Maybe some day. Not right now.

It was originally supposed to be just a loosely connected series of vignettes but those vignettes keep getting longer and longer :V

Here's a chapter transition of all time (spice warning)

[sparkles0n]

send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse ( frommmm zawa maybe he got his tummy hurt too much n he has to go to the nurse :3,

@bulletshot / Aizawa .

it’s hard to TELL at what point he’d been picked up ( did he collapse ? he can’t recall . ) and began to be carried through the halls of UA . the startle of coming back to his senses evokes a gasp, suddenly reminded of WHY he’d lost track of time in the first place . a shooting pain throughout his body overwhelms his senses, leaving him blinking away spots in his vision and coughing into his hand .

part of training was PUSHING his limits, trying to build up tolerance to his own quirk, but even Yuga knows this isn’t the first time he’s overdone it . one of the worse instances ? probably .

hand pulling back, he winces at the RED covering his palm, the metallic taste of blood adding a whole new layer of unpleasantness to the experience . he doesn’t want to look at his own blood, so he decides to glance up at the only other thing he can really look at — the person holding him . Aizawa Sensei .

❝ you look mad . ❞ he mumbles quietly, a cough cutting off anything else he might have to say .

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❝ You’re never too young to learn our national no-snitching policy. ❞

Team Inseki. A rebellious group of kids who went around doing minor vigilante work and protesting injustice. Famous for their parkour skills and their inability to be found, they were holding their latest round of tryouts today. 

Coming here was a bad idea. She knew it was a bad idea. Eraserhead had patrol today. If they were seen, they’d be caught for sure. Caught, arrested, maybe even expelled. All of them, all ninth graders aside from herself, were at risk of ending their futures with this move. 

And yet, the thrill of being caught was part of the appeal of this challenge. And it was exactly what Atsuko wanted. Though she wouldn’t say it out loud.

The leader of this team, an upper classmate from her school named Arisu Soramaru, was the best of the best on the school’s track team. As the leader of Team Inseki, she had final say in who got to be on the team. Those that made it got a member name. Those who didn’t got their memories of the team erased. 

Soramaru stepped forward, smiling brightly as she handed the group of students their black jerseys. These were to signify the initiates. Atsuko had been studying this team for the last six months. She new every member who was already on the team. How they kept themselves from being found. 

This was the biggest test.

“Alright kids,” Soramaru said cheerfully. “Now that warm ups are done, here’s the goal. We’re here, near he center of the school districts. The one point where they all converge. The goal is to get to Wookies without being caught by Eraserhead. These track suits and sneakers are the same ones used by all the sports teams in the area so if you get seen they can’t pinpoint you by glance alone. And each jacket has been outfitted with a special escape function. If someone not wearing one of these jackets grabs you, a smoke screen will activate and you can use that chance to get away.”

“Also, we’ll need you all to take one of these candies before we start. Each one is specially made to activate with your adrenaline. If you make the team, you’ll get the second candy that’ll deactivate the first. Those that don’t will forget the team ever existed the moment that your adrenaline levels out. And we don’t start until I see you chew and swallow.”

Atsuko watched closely to make sure she could tell if there was a way around the candies. Soramaru had each of the kids one by one chew and swallow. She inspected their mouths to make sure none of them were cheating. No under tongue, no behind the lips in front of teeth. She was being thorough. 

Looks like I’ll have to grin and bear it. 

When it came to her turn, Soramaru stopped. “Wow. That’s an intense look you got there, Kan. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you make a face like that.”

“It’s only because I’m determined to win.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear.” She handed her the candy. “Eat up.”

“Hold on!” one of the other initiates complained. “She’s like, a little kid! She’s way too young to be joining us!”

“We’re all middle schoolers idiot,” Soramaru chided. “The call for initiates said ‘anyone between grades seven and nine.’ She’s a seventh grader and already one of the best runners on the track team. You’re never too young to learn our national no-snitching policy.”

Atsuko ate it, surprised by how pleasant it was. A small chocolate that tasted like berry pie. The slight tingle in her blood became evident of the drug taking effect. 

“Arlight!” Soramaru called. “Masks on! Voice modulators on!”

Everyone slipped on their ski-masks, stuffing any and all loose hair out of sight and slipping the voice box on.

“On your marks! Get set! GO!”

“TOUCH OFF!” Atsuko screamed, her modulator making her sound weathered like a soldier.

Without even waiting for the rest of the initiates reactions, Atsuko took off to the next rooftop with a forceful run. The breeze buffeted her with every step. The world became a blur. One step. Two. Three. She reached out her hands to grasp the roofs with every jump. She slid down pipes, ran through crowds. Dodged into alleyways and ran up walls and fire escapes. She was taking a slightly longer path, but it was flatter. It was smoother. She’d be able to cut back from this.

“Stop right there!”

Atsuko glanced back briefly to catch the goggles of the erasure hero right behind her and a few other students that had chosen to try and follow her. She turned on her heel just as the capture rope came flying at the slowest runner. Atsuko jumped landing right on top of it and nodding to the runner, watching them leave before turning back to Eraserhead. 

“This building is private property,” Aizawa said. “You’re trespassing-”

“Kiss my ass.” 

Atsuko jumped off the capture weapon, smirking as it came for her. Without blinking, she caught it and pulled. This seemed to catch Eraser off guard, and she managed to send herself flying right at him. When he grabbed her arm, the smoke activated. She could just make out his shocked expression before swinging around and grabbing him, throwing him over her shoulder. She took the end of the capture weapon hogtied him, punching him hard in the gut to knock the wind out of him before taking his goggles. 

“You’re getting slow and predictable in your old age,” she said, grateful that the mask and modulator was hiding her identity. “You should have known this initiation was a diversion. Chances are Team Inseki are causing mayhem clear across the city. They announced a protest of the latest regulations on quirk usage a week ago.” She crushed the goggles in her hands, smiling as the spark of the tracker in the corner went. She pulled it out and tossed it aside, snapping what was left in two and taking the empty half, shoving it into her pocket. “You should have listened.”

“How did you do that?” Eraser coughed, trying to regain a breath. “How did you-”

“It’s a rhythm. A song. Every step I take is leading me forward. I am the blood of the wind. That’s how I was able to hogtie you.” She placed her hand on his neck, pinching slightly. “Now go the fuck to sleep.”

In three seconds, Eraserhead passed out. Atsuko padded herself down, making sure he didn’t slip a tracker onto her before taking his utility belt. She scattered all the items, used the smoke bombs, and crushed the first aid kit, including the healing water vials. She made sure to drink one before smashing the rest, careful not to get her DNA on anything. 

As soon as she was done she ran off. She took a backway, making sure to keep to the shadows. Once she found a spot to hide, Atsuko took a moment to breathe. She couldn’t help but smirk. 

The candies weren’t immune to her mother’s healing tempest. Her adrenaline had evened out and she remembered everything. 

Once she was sure the coast was clear, she began her sprint again, keeping more out of sight than before. It didn’t take her long to get to the mall, and once she arrived, she found the meeting place. An old bookstore just down the street. She entered through one of the rooftop windows, immediately being grabbed by two fellows in red tracksuits who immediately removed her mask and modulator.. 

Soramaru stepped forward. “You’re the last one, Kan. Sorry you didn’t make the cut.”

Atsuko smirked. “You want me on your team.”

“We don’t need slowpokes-”

“I take it the others didn’t tell you what I did to Eraserhead?”

“You…what?” Soramaru looked her over. “What do you-?”

Atsuko tore her arm free and reached into her pocket, pulling out the piece of goggle. “I left him hogtied and passed out on a rooftop. No injuries. Just damaged pride.”

Soramaru examined the piece of goggle, making sure there were no other tracers. When she made sure it was clean, she smiled. “Well done. This is…damn. I didn’t know you had it in you.” She paused. “…What’s your quirk?”

“I’m a healer. I can create bloody crystal claws on my hands and heal with extreme acupuncture. But I can only heal so much. Stuff that’d normally kill you like being crushed by a building is currently off the table, but I can heal a broken arm and such.”

She nodded. “I see. Soramaru stood up, nodding for the others to let Atsuko go. “Perhaps you’re the one we need after all.”

“Are you allowed to bring two people?”

“Under certain circumstances. This is one of those.” She reached into her pocket, pulling out a candy that resembled a cherry cordial. “Welcome to Team Inseki, Atsuko Kan. Or should I say ‘Touch Off’?”

Atsuko smiled. “Perfect name.”

After dinner that night, Ena and Atsuko sat in the General studies dorm room, going over their homework and occassionally asking for an extra hand from Clement as he arranged things how he wanted them. After a long conversation, he’d managed to convince Marianne to let him move into the student dorms. They’d spent all of Sunday getting him moved in. 

Had Atsuko not been busy, she would have helped him on Saturday. 

“I’m gonna go get some snacks,” Clement said. “Want anything?”

“Cookies,” Atsuko said, not looking up from her book. “And milk tea please.”

“I’ll take the same,” Ena said. 

Clement nodded. “Sure thing. Anything else”

Atsuko shook her head. “No, I think we’re good. Thank you, aniki.”

As soon as he left the room, the girls counted to three. When they were sure he was gone, they sighed. 

“Thanks again for helping me train,” Atsuko said. “And sorry for roughing up your dad.”

“It’s fine,” Ena assured. “You didn’t exactly leave him to the wolves and he was unharmed aside from being a little grumpy. And they found him not long after you’d hidden yourself away.” She leaned in close, smirking playfully. “So, you get the data on Team Inseki?”

Atsuko nodded. “Some of it. I managed to jump from level 12 recruit to a level 3 member thanks to the extra flair. Your level determines your level of access in the organization. Most levels 12-6 are general grunts. You wanna be in the top 5 ranks to get info and help make plans. And I learned that the candies are what make people forget about the team. They aren’t immune to mom’s tempest, so if you get some of the water into you before your adrenaline goes down, you can keep your memories without taking the second candy. And those candies taste really, really good. I’ll try to get some for analyzing. Only level 2s have access to them.”

“How long until you take full control, you think?”

“Depends on how long the organization lasts before someone slips up, but if I can hurry, I can be in complete control by the time I enter U.A.”

“Can you go faster on that?”

“I can try, but I make no promises.” Atsuko smiled, giving Ena a boop on the nose. “You really think we can change the world?”

Ena giggled. “Silly. There’s no think about it. We will.”

“And you’re sure you still want me in on your little schemes?”

“Of course. Every team needs the best healer.”

Atsuko smiled. “Thanks.”

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[your-local-e-gorl]

Online Shopping

This is taken from a very self indulgent ff that I’m writing for a friend, taken after the relationship has been established for a while.

NSFW: Dacriphylia, age gap, bratty behavior, nothing too bad. Pure smut, breeding,mentions of smoking,read at your own risk. I wrote this while stoned a few months ago. YwThisIsProbsGonnaSuck

“Shouta, stop!” His hips stop slowly as he wears a shit eating smirk. “You’re not seriously considering what to wear, right?” I grip his thigh while trying to catch my breath. “I was, but someone is distracting me,” I snap. “I want to relax and pick out an outfit in peace!” Hips roll into mine again, friction pulling slowly through me. I gasp as he pulls me into his lap further, suddenly weak.

“That dress would look lovely on you. Maybe with a pair of heels?” I manage to view it and I instantly fall in love with the lace and the way it hangs from the model’s waist. “I actually do like it… maybe not in blue though.” His hand wraps around my thigh, grasping hard enough to bruise. Stubble brushes against my skin as he presses his nose to my neck. “See if they have it in black. That always looks good on you,” he instructs.

I scroll through the multiple hues, eyes blurring from his ministrations. Eventually, after flitting through blues and reds, I come across a jet black. “They do,” i sigh. His hips buck into mine effortlessly despite my added weight. “Add it to the cart. Now. “

The authority in his voice makes my body quiver. My hand reaches for the mouse yet he moves it out of reach. I look at him expectantly. Evil fuck. “Reach, baby. Go on.” I moan out as he presses against my sensitive walls. “Now shoes. You like pretty shoes. Right?” His tone shows how amused he is.

“Later. I t-think we should fin… finish first,” I chiose. “After all I have some nice ones-“ Fingers crawl up my leg and stop at my hip. “Did you forget that you’re being punished for your interruption? I said, pick out some shoes.” My chest palpitates as I write in his lap, his demanding words seeping into my thoughts.

“You’re being so-“ I gasp as he shifts a bit. “I’m being?” “Mean! If you’re gonna fuck me, then do it! I can’t take it,” I choke out. He stares at me blankly. “Aren’t you the one who wanted to see what I was doing?” I whimper with a nod. “I did. But now I want you to fuck me, Shouta. Please?”

Unexpectedly, he doesn’t cater to my request. Rather, he stops what he’s doing and pulls out his phone.

All I can do is stare in disbelief. There’s no way he’s going to leave me half satisfied. “Are you just trying to be a dick? Hurry up,” I urge.

“Not until you finish shopping. Continue.” I pout on top of his lap before clicking a random pair. “Done!” He glances over my desperate face before squeezing it. “Those aren’t your style, baby. How about we make a deal? I give you what you’ve been begging for, but if you stop scrolling then this-“ he gestures to his cock halfway in me. “Stops. ” I nod rapidly, pleased at the agreement. “Yes sir!”

He starts slowly grinding into me as I scroll, determined to waste his money. He’s got plenty of it anyways. I groan at the way he hits my cervix, the pain mixing with unadulterated pleasure. My fingers guide the mouse to the cheaper side of the site. I proudly look up at him with the ugliest choice of shoes. They’re even uglier than the first choice of mine.

His grip on my hips tighten, pulling me against his pelvis. Pleasure shocks my body as he suddenly thrusts up. I push his arm to squirm and face him, confused on the fleeting force, but with just one arm he restrains me.

“Aizawa! Zawa’ please! Just one kiss, please,” I ask sweetly while I struggle against his thrusts. He ignores me, clicking on the assortment of higher priced shoes. I guess he was serious about one thing.

“Shouta? Please- I. Just one. Please?” I bat my eyelids as his thrusts slow. He guides my hips up and fixes the posture, determination reflecting back for the screen.

My lips attack his with a hunger like never before. “T-thank you,” I whine. He clicks on a pair of beautiful gold pumps with red bottoms. “Baby, look. You’re a fan of this brand. Should I get it?” I groan and whine in frustration yet again before pulling myself off of him. “I don’t care! I just want you to ruin me. Please, Shou? Please. I’ll take everything you give me. I’ll be your perfect, pretty baby,” I coo in a voice that’s as thick and sweet as honey.

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Sit back down or we’re through for the night. Last warning. Do you understand?” With trembling legs and teary eyes, I hurry to occupy his lap once more, his hands dragging me closer.

We both let out various, desperate noises, each moment tugging us further into a sea of lust. “You want it bad too. I know you do, Shouta. Just give in and fuck me. Why hold yourself back?” I coax breathily into his ear, tits bouncing as I ride him.

His hands cup my breasts before taking one into his lips. “You keep this up and I’ll be the only one cumming, tonight. But you’d probably enjoy that. Goddamn slut.”

I clench tightly at his biting insult before changing my tactic. I release my tears from the pent up frustration of his teasing. “If you don’t want to fuck me, then just say that!” I huff. Tears trickle down my lashes, seemingly pulling a look of regret from his face. “Or let me find it somewhere e-“

My words are quickly stolen from my lips by a deep, shuddering whine. My hands push against his thigh and chest. “T-too much! Shouta, it hurts,” I sob. He stares at me with a stern look despite my protests. He’s bottomed out and pulling me into him even further, as if it’s possible.

“What were you saying? About finding it somewhere else, that is.” I continue to push against him, unable to breathe from the overwhelming feeling of being full. He chuckles in my ear before pulling me upwards. I’m slammed down on him, successfully impaling me on his cock.

My mouth drops open in a cry as he bullies my cervix. “Stop, please,” I moan. “ ‘M sorry. I didn’t mean it- just wanted you to f-fuck me. Thou-ght isn’t was a good ‘dea.” But ‘s too much. ‘M too full.” My words are breathy as I attempt to accommodate his size.

“You’re getting what you wanted, right,” he pants into my chest. “Now shut up and take it.” The squelching noises reverberate in my ears along with a weak moan. All I can do is wrap my arms around his neck and as he said, take it.

His lips fall onto my neck, hot kisses trailing the skin around it while apologies fall from my lips. “Keep babbling, baby. Fuck, apologies sound so good coming from you.”

...

“I love you,” I sigh. “I really do.” His sweaty chest leaves my back as he rises from the bed. “I know you do, baby. Now, get some rest, okay?” I feel the mattress dip as he sits down and brushes my hair. “Shouta?” My lips are taken in his. “I love you too.”

A tingle runs up my spine and curls my toes, the warmth swimming through my heart. “You leavin’,” I murmur in question. My hand grasps his wrist in desperation. “Stay.”

Aizawa stands as he searches for what I’m assuming is the towel. “Just gonna go get something to drink. Here.” To my surprise he hands me a pre roll from the dresser. “Inside?” “Eri isn’t home and I know you’re gonna be sore for a while. Go ahead.”

I hug him tightly, sweaty hair sticking to him like little snakes. “I have to most considerate boyfriend.” With a chuckle and giving a flick to my forehead, he walks off.

By the time he’s back, laptop and two bottles of water in his giant hands, I’m already high as a goddamn kite. “What are you smiling about?” he grunts. “You’re pretty.”

I tilt my head up as he presses against me. “You must be trying to get another round out of me. Are you?” I can’t help but to laugh in pure delight. He’s just so wonderful!

“I just love you. Okay?” The cynical look on his face slowly melts away, replaced by the softest look I’ve ever had the pleasure of receiving. It’s so tender and relaxed.

“I love you too, princess. Enough to marry ya’, ya’ know?” I don’t get the chance to say anything as his lips close against mine. In one swift movement he’s buried in me to the hilt, both arms trapped in his grip. I’m so full that it hurts.

“Z-Zawa, pull out,” I plead. He groans and shudders into my neck, his much larger body threatening to crush me. “I just fucked you… you’re still this tight?” I gasp and claw at the sheets in attempt to break free. I want to touch him. I want to feel him.

“Stop fighting baby. Let me just get you ready and then I’ll let you go, ‘kay?” He knows just what to say to get me weak in the knees. I nod with a whine as he shifts. My legs instinctively close across his back, allowing us to be closer.

My head swims as he pounds into my contrastingly smaller frame. “Sora, look at me. You okay?” I try to focus my eyes on him as his hand grips my cheeks. “G-gonna pass out,” I slur. He blinks rapidly. “What’s wrong?” I whine reluctantly. “Don’t stop. Almost there, I need to cum.”

“Baby- you’re going to-“ “Please? Fuck me through it. You gotta.” He’s the only one I could allow myself to be vulnerable to, in this way. The only one I could express this desire to.

Thousands of tingles crawl throughout my body as my orgasm crashes into effect. His fascinated gaze and subtle groans as he spills inside of me manage to finally pull me under, the black taking over.