Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Aizawa x Reader (quirkless s/o) with a Flipping octo plush where it has an angry side thats pink and the happy side is red and its on its angry side. Or aizawa x reader (quirkless s/o) who paints theyres and aizawas nails with a cat face

-shuu

100% im putting both of these into one because uugghhh 😩😩

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Aizawa x Reader - Pink Plushies

Fuck. The plushie is pink. What did he do now?

Shouta sighs, walking into your shared flat and sighing tiredly as he's met with the love of his life sitting on the bed and sulking. There's an obvious pout on your lips as you pointedly make a scene out of ignoring him, causing another ragged sigh to cue from the tired looking man before you.

This had all started earlier on the same day when you'd made a joke about getting matching nails and proposing to paint cats on his. He immediately declined of course, but he really didn't think you would ignore him for the whole day.

But here you are, staring at the wall stubbornly as he asks you what's wrong. He's too old for this.

Despite the fact that he is literally 25, but anyway.

You pout and your eyebrow twitches as he sits on the bed next to you, staring at you with a neutral expression and waiting for you to finish your tantrum. It's not fair that he was blessed with so much more patience than you.

You give in easily and sigh quietly, giving your lover a forlorn look and making his heart almost stop for a second. You look genuinely upset now, and he doesn't know what's wrong or if it's his fault or not, and the thought haas anxiety pooling in the pits of his stomach.

He could never forgive himself if he was the reason you look so sad right now, and he always tried his best to be active in this relationship and spend valuable time with you because he doesn't know what he'd do with himself if he ever lost you.

That is until you come out with your next words.

"Why didn't you let me paint your nails, Shouta?! I thought it would be cute- a-and we could match and everything-! Was the thought really that horrible to you?..."

He deadpans harder than ever before, looking at you as if he'd just been turned to stone while you rant at him and whine like a kicked puppy, crocodile tears pooling down your face and catching the light.

"... I-... I love you, honey, but im not letting you paint my nails, no."

The next fifteen minutes saw him staring down at prettily painted black nails with little white kitten chibis drawn on carefully. You really are talented, he muses, looking down at one of the finished nails and silently giving them starry eyes, encapsulated with them and absolutely charmed.

His head is adorned with a pair of cat ears that you had slipped on him as a joke, having yet to have taken them off yet as he stares at your masterpieces. Pretty, and soft hair falls in front of your face while you continue your hard, honest work, sat hunched over Shouta's other hand and just finishing up so that you can get started on yours.

"Do the base white on yours. Make them opposites." he proposes as you finish glossing them over, giving you a suggestion, and you just can't help but puff your cheeks out like a hamster as you attempt to contain your laughter only to fail miserably. You can't help it- he's just given you a suggestion like that with the most unexpressive face you've seen on him, and once you calm down and recover a little you're quick to press a gentle kiss to his lips while he's still confused.

The two of you have fun painting your nails and there's absolutely no way that you could let him even breathe before you got a picture of the masterpieces before you, and as Shouta watches you fawn over how cute he is with the cat ears he still has on he cant help but smirk and pull you closer.

Soft lips meet yours as he holds you in the kiss by the back of your head, nipping at your lip and when you pull back your face is flushed bright red and you're practically dizzy from the kiss, giving him a woozy but sly smile as you grab your plush, turning it back to red as the little smiley face has your boyfriend smirking wider and raising an eyebrow at you, crawling closer to you and making you blush bright red again.

His eyes are half lidded and he looks up at you mischievously, crawling up over you and nipping at your neck cheekily just to tease you. And boy, does it work well...

*Shuu noise*

-shuu!

"Shuu noise" 😭😭😭😭💗

can I ask for aizawa with female reader and I don’t really care what you’re writing aber I want some married stuff or maybe even pregnant stuff. I didn’t see any rules, so I hope that’s okay

Of coirse this is okay! I think its an absolitely wonderful prompt and cant wait to write it i love pregnancy fluff anpwjejdijdhfr

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Aizawa x Pregnant!Reader

Aizawa was and remains to be an amazing partner. Despite his less expressive personality, he always looks after you, and he's about as attentive as they come and won't ever let you worry about something for longer than you have to.

He's a kind, patient man, with a gentle side that noone else gets to see. He wakes you up with coffee and a kiss and he makes you dinner, and pampers you like no other.

But one of his best qualities by far is that he's a good listener, and he remembers everything about you. It's easy for him to know somehow just by looking at you how much you've slept or if you've eaten yet, and how he does it is beyond you. But you need it.

Before you'd met him you were a mess, physically and emotionally. And when you had started to warm up to eachother, you'd started helping eachother out as well. He would remind you to sleep the night before a job, or buy lunch with you to remind you to eat, and in return you would get him coffee in the morning and help him with his paperwork and grading papers. From there, your relationship flourished, to the astonishment of literally every one of his friends.

Which brings you to where you are now, trembling on the bathroom floor with tears in your eyes as you hold a positive pregnancy test in your hands.

It's not uncommon for you to miss a period or to have it very delayed, as they've always been very irregular, but you've never missed to in a row before. Now you know why.

Your shoulders shake with the effort of stifling your anxious cries and the loose blouse you had slipped on earlier that morning is slowly sliding off your shoulder. Your hair is a tangled mess and your mascara runs down your cheeks, the whites of your eyes red and your eyelids puffy.

It's not exactly like this is the worst news in the world, but you break into a cold sweat nonetheless, terrified of how he might react. His jobs as both pro-hero and teacher take up such a substantial amount of his time and you know firsthand how stressful it is, and a baby on top of that? You're not so sure he could handle it...

You're not so sure you could handle it.

Thankfully, you have some privacy at the moment since you had the day off and Shouta didn't, so he's most likely with his class at the moment. Perfect. You don't need him seeing you like this right now.

Soft sniffles and gasps of breath echo through your bathroom as you let the panic and anxiety consume you, the test held loosely between your fingers as you sit on the floor with your head in your knees.

It takes a while for you to finally calm down, and when you do you still look very obviously like you've been crying, causing a soft sigh to escape past your lips when you finally look in the mirror to clean yourself up. You're tired, you look tired, and you're about to walk out of the bathroom feeling like a slab of cement in the same blouse which is now barely at your elbows, your cream bra and the matching underwear.

That is, until you hear the front door open. Cold panic surges through your blood and you stumble backwards in shock and confusion. Is it really that late? No- Shouta is early from work.

He calls your name only to be met with silence, furrowing his eyebrows and realising that you must be in the bathroom. But why didn't you reply to him when he called out to you?

You gulp and fix your shirt frantically, covering the bump that's barely there and thanking every god you can think of that you can pass it off as bloating, slowly walking out of the bathroom and smiling at him quietly.

Meanwhile, the positive test lays on the bathroom counter, left forgotten in your panic.

You greet your boyfriend in the bedroom and give him a soft kiss, learning that there was half-day at UA today, and he got to come back early. You really wanted to be happy about it too. But you were just too overwhelmed and there was too much weighing on your mind for you to act like there was nothing happening, and he picked up on it fast.

He noticed your swollen eyes and bloated figure as you walked out of the bathroom and none of it gives him any reason to think of you as less beautiful, but you look tired and drained, and he's immediately worried about you. As much as he knows not to pry, he can't help but be curious as to whether it was him that caused this. It was.

He guides you to the bed to rest and strokes your hair out of your face, kissing you again before going to the bathroom.

Wide eyes stare at the test on the counter a few minutes later, and you still haven't realised that you had forgotten to hide the test yet, pondering over what you're going to do about this and when you're going to tell him.

You don't really need to worry about that anymore though, when a visibly shocked and apprehensive Shouta comes out of the bathroom holding the test in his hand. His eyes are wide and his lips are parted in shock at the realisation, and you feel dread pool in your stomach as you see what's in his hand. You're almost expecting him to be disappointed or worried until suddenly you're wrapped up in his arms.

His embrace is so warm and comfortable an accepting, and it's everything you didn't realise you needed until you had it, crying almost immediately into his chest and clutching onto his signature black shirt as he rubs your back and chuckles quietly.

"You-... you're pregnant?... Why didn't you tell me? You were planning on-... on hiding it from me?"

Although he understands how afraid you probably were he still can't stop himself from feeling a little upset that you didn't want to tell him straight away, mostly at himself for making you think this way. Before his self doubt can eat away at him any more you speak up, nuzzling your cheek into his shirt with your eyes closed, your expression relaxed and at ease now.

"Shouta, I was scared that-... I don't know, it's stupid- I thought you were too busy for a baby... It was just so fast and... It's been two months since my last period, Shouta."

The two of you talk it out for a while, Aizawa's grin a rare, pure sight as he really comprehends the fact that you're going to have his baby, and his hand is already rubbing your barely swollen belly.

It's not out of character for him to cuddle with you the way he is now, laying down and spooning you as he massages your stomach and kisses up your neck and shoulder while reassuring you that he'll make time for a baby, and he's going to play an active role in helping you with the housework and raising the baby with you.

You know he's not lying to you as you feel him shed tears behind you silently, and a soft smile returns to your lips before you turn around to pepper his face in kisses.

"You better. You're gonna be a dad..."

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Hinata x Reader

Best friends, drabble

Yamaguchi x Reader

His confession to reader, headcanon

hello new person i followed who decided to follow me back

was wondering do you have any Todoroki stuff? either headcanons or a story. i love the candycane boi

Ive uploaded i think just one thing for him which you can find here :)

Sadly, theres just the one right now because i dont get too many todoroni requests but you could fix that if you wanted! ;)

My requests are always open should you decide that you have a specific scenario you want for him <3

Can we get some erasermic helping a student with sensory overload (and unhealthy stimming) xoxoxo

EEEEE PLS THIS REQUEST>>>😩

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Warning: mentions of harmful and unhealthy stimming, hitting, pulling hair...

Erasermic x Student!Reader (Platonic) - Stimming

The silence of the classroom is cut through with the anxious whimpers of a lone student, sat in the furthest corner of the room with their head in their hands while they rock back and forth, finding some sort of comfort in the way that their eyes are pressed firmly to their kneecaps.

Lunch had only just started and you had started to get very irritable, rubbing your ear harshly at every loud noise and holding back an angry growl every time someone brushes against you. Eventually you're forced to flee the overbearingly crowded hall when the sound of people smacking their lips and chewing loudly grates at your nerves a little too deep.

Too much. It was all too much, and as you rush through the hallway with tears in your eyes, hands frantically pulling at your now tangled hair and smacking your skull. It was just so noisy and obnoxious and the lights were too bright and the smell was too overwhelming.

Images flash in your head of people's digusting, unwashed teeth chewing loudly with their mouths open, revealing mashed up food inside and you cringe, fighting the urge to throw up. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, smacking your head loudly as you grow more and more agitated, your knees shaking and knocking together.

You're so preoccupied with your sensory overload induced panic attack that you don't even notice when Aizawa sensei walks in, having suspected that something like this woould be happening.

He had noticed how restless and anxious you seemed during the lessons and was going to hold you back at the end of class to talk about it, but you were out of the room faster than anyone else was and he was busy dealing with verbally disciplining Mineta for being a creep. He tried to find you at lunch too, only to bump into a few stunned classmates just moments after you had suddenly barreled off.

It was then that he'd started to worry since, according to your classmates, you looked quite upset. So the only reasonable cause of action was to find you and figure out what the trigger was for your episode.

Queue your teacher coming into the room and letting out a soft sigh before sending a message to Present Mic. He had always been better in these situations, he could provide empathy and comfort where Aizawa was sure he could not, and he understood these things best. His attention is drawn back to you though, when he hears you smacking and scratching yourself and pulling at your hair.

His lips part in shock and surprise as he sees this display, though he quickly gets to work on intercepting your next hit with his hand while setting the other on your shoulder, giving you a look of concern.

"Come on now, stop that... You're stimming right? Sensory overload? Focus on me, now. Everything's fine. Rub your hands together, it'll help..."

He speaks quietly, knowing that being rough or deadpann won't help in this kind of situation. But as your eyes shift to glance up at his and then quickly avoid them, he knows he's succeeded in distracting you enough from whatever your trigger was. Your attention is pulled from your panic and you feel more disorientated now than ever, but at least you're not harming yourself anymore, soft palms slowly starting to rub together as you focus on the texture and the feeling of your veins bulging through the skin or the softness of the back of your hand compared to your palm.

Once Mic finally arrives, you've mostly calmed down, now just a little embarrassed to have been caught during one of your meltdowns. Neither Aizawa Sensei or Present Mic will hear it from you though, the blonde loudly fawning over you and giving you some words of praise as well as Aizawa for being "less emotionally constipated" and actually helping you.

From then on you get to talk to the both of them much more about your habits and what's troubling you. Mic teaches you all about stimming and how to do it safely, along with other healthy habits to pick up, and when you feel especially agitated or close to a sensory overload, you have special permission to stay in the classroom or even the break room with them when you're lucky, just to wind down and feel better.

Neither of them mind of course, and sometimes you're joined by an agitated Bakugou when he's feeling especially explosive that day, and if the two of you bond just a little while you're there, he's forbidden you from talking about it.