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#Dad Mic
sassypantsjaxon · 9 months
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Reasons I'm a DadMic raising Shinson truther:
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There is no way Mr Double-Finger-Guns himself isn't somehow responsible for this
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maapllee · 3 months
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★ SHINSOU X READER
▻ Summary: You and Shinsou get caught by his mentor. [implied fem reader, aged up characters.]
▻ Fluff, awkward stuff, hope you like it <3
☁ I try to hide it in my face and it don't work, you see through that I just wanna get with you... ☁
A/n: good luck to those of you who have exams!
What is this, a funeral? Play some music: You right by Doja Cat
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☀︎
You walked into the lounge behind the staff room to check on Eri. Present Mic being your mentor and Eraserhead being Shinsou's, you both had special privileges. One of them being steaming hot coffee on cold days.
Eri was lying on her tummy on the floor, colouring with pastels. "[Onee/ Onii] -san, you're back!" she exclaimed joyfully, jumping into your arms. You chuckled, catching the small child and encasing her in your arms. Eraserhead had put you on Eri-watch duty since he'd be busy for the rest of the evening. "Look! Look! I drew Papa Mic and Dada holding hands in front of their house and You and Onii san holding hands in the yard!" Eri showed you excitedly. "You're so good at drawing, Eri-chan!" You exclaimed while kneeling down to the now beaming girl's level. "Wait a minu- Why are me and Shinsou holding hands??"
"Mmm. Very interesting." A voice came from behind you, which you responded to with a squeak. Eri ran into the Shinsou's arms, the artwork now forgotten. "Shin! Don't scare us like that." You said while telling him off. "Oh, boo hoo. I can't help that you're a scardey cat." Shinsou said, rolling his eyes and walking towards the sofa. "You sneak up behind a person and then make fun of them for being surprised? What a bleak time to live in." You tutted, shaking your head sarcastically. "Enough bickering, Y/N. There are more important matters at hand, like watching Cinderella." Eri cheered happily as you sat on the couch, Shinsou starting the movie. Eri cuddled into you as she sang along to the songs, having watched the movie before.
"I'll head to the vending machine, Do you guys want anything?" You piped up, feeling thirsty. Eri, absorbed in the movie with her mouth agape shook her head half-mindedly. Standing up, you made your way to the corridor. Looking out the windows, you saw the trees gently swaying in the wind, highlights of the golden sunlight illuminating the bark. It was almost sundown, you thought to yourself. Sensei would be back soon. Standing in front of the machine, you kicked it. The darn thing was acting up again. Your head turned at hearing soft footsteps from the other side of the corridor. It was the purple-haired idiot dragging his feet along the floor, yawning while rubbing the back of his head. "Eri's asleep so I thought I'd give you some company." Shinsou said, mid-yawn. "Hmph. Like I'd savour your company." You stated, pursing your lips.
Shinsou backed you into the wall. "Speak up, pretty girl." Shinsou smirked while looking into your eyes. Smirking yourself, "In simpler words your pea brain can understand- you're boring." Tilting his head, Shinsou closed the gap between you two. "That's not what you were saying last night." He said, now nipping at your neck. "We should stop Shin, we need to get back to Eri-chan." You two jumped away from each other when a loud yawn interrupted your moment, the both of you looking in the direction of the disturbance. Eri was walking towards you two, sleepily rubbing her eyes. "The movie's almost oveer.." Eri wailed, putting her hands up wanting to be picked up. Big bro Shinsou swooped in, picking her off her feet.
Shinsou put a cranky Eri to sleep as you stood leaning on one of the desks while looking at the now-black sky through the huge windows. You yawned, feeling sluggish yourself. You made a mental note of the things you'd have to do when you got back to the dorms. Rubbing your eyes, you looked at Shinsou who was now walking towards you. He stretched his arm to reach behind you, turning the lights down to dim the room. Your eyes wandered the room, falling on Eri, whose chest rose and fell as she breathed softly. Shinsou moved to stand in front of you, placing his hands on your hips and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. His hands snaked up to your back as you held him close, wordlessly. "Tired?" You chuckled, running your hands through his hair to comfort him. "I think I should change my name to Mr.Eyebags at this point." Shinsou joked, his hands now roaming your body.
You let out a gasp as your body made a 'thud' sound as it came into contact with the desk. Your hands were above your head, held firmly in place by Shinsou's muscular arms. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, whining about how Eri was in the room and how Aizawa Sensei would be back any moment. Shinsou hunched over you, shushing you by placing a slender finger on your pouty lips. Not wanting to look at him, you turned your head in rebellion. "Oh, is that how you're going to play princess?" Shinsou said, pinning you down with one hand. Shinsou tickled your tummy and you resisted your very best from giving in laughing. You burst into a fit of giggles along with him just when you heard someone clearing their throat as the lights in the room flickered on.
Shinsou widened his eyes. "S..Sensei." Shinsou stuttered, trying to explain himself. You sat up, mortified. "Shinsou. Y/N." Aizawa said, pressing his temples. "How long has this been going on?" Aizawa questioned you both shifted your weight from one foot to another awkwardly. "A couple months." You piped up, your gaze falling to the floor. "We weren't gonna keep it a secret forever." Shinsou said, walking over to you. Aizawa shook his head. "I'm not saying I'm against it." Aizawa stated, now looking at you both. The silence in the room was loud, the three of you staring at each other. "....Is Yamada Sensei going to hear about this?" You questioned, wishing you could be buried a few thousand feet under the ground. "You bet." Aizawa shrugged, turning on his heel to walk towards the sofa. "Set a good example for your younger sister." Aizawa said, side-eyeing you both while picking up Eri who was still asleep.
Shinsou and You stood in silence for a while after Aizawa stepped out the room. "Wanna walk back to the dorms together?" Shinsou proposed, resting his hand on the small of your back. You nodded. "Sensei is never going to let go of this." You groaned, imaging the amount of teasing you'd have to endure from your mentor and Aizawa Sensei. "Good thing we're graduating soon, eh?" Shinsou said, poking your stomach with his elbow.
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scorpio-sarah · 1 year
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Made this as an excuse to draw Shinsou's hair down flat.
Shinsou doesn't even know why Hizashi is being so emotional, but he's used to it, and doesn't question it anymore.
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forestmossling · 14 days
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these mfs are driving me insane with their adopted parental figures energy, i can’t take it anymore
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moony-mai · 1 year
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🖤Aizawa Shouta Sketch🖤
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🖤I really loved drawing young Aizawa to older Aizawa! I find a lot of comfort in his character.🖤
(He's definitely not Class-1A's dad..pff) ‣ Socials🌙 | Etsy💕 | Art Comms🎨 | Kofi🌸 ≽^•⩊•^≼
Edit:It's been one year! Thank you so much for your love on this post, I love seeing your reblog comments! I plan on making possibly an erasermic piece soon?? Along with more sketches!🖤
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gracelyn33 · 2 years
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Some more Erasermic :))
Have a good day <3
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Hi hi :)) can I request Erasermic x reader (platonic) hurt/comfort when the readers’ bio parents die? A little lore for this ask but you don’t have to include this- basically readers mom was a vigilante and villains wanted to get revenge on her, so reader was taken in by UA to keep her safe and she ended up joining class 1-A. Fem! Reader pls Thank you so much <33
Hi hi! <3
Of course I can! I poured every bit of talent I could scrape outta my system for this one lol cus I wanted it to be good omnskdn
Lemme know if you want a part 2! I have loads of ideas for this!
Y'all listen to Scott pilgrims fairy fountain theme slowed down for this please I promise you it just hits different in so many ways ah-
Also have I been calling present mic "president" mic before this fic? 💀💀
Masterlist <3
𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐢𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) - 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐞
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Bright eyes wander over the ground below from a distance, stare unwavering and expression cold. The floor dances with the fall of each raindrop, concrete becoming an expanse of colour as the light from nearby streetlamps reflect off the water.
The world looks so untouched from here, stories above ground at the height of UA's rooftop. Noone's around in this kind of flooding rainfall, and kids and parents alike take cover from the raging storm from above. It's a magical sight.
The only drop of colour radiates from the dancing reflections of the floor, like a TV gone static. The sky is clouded and there's no sight of sunlight, casting a gloomy blanket over the skyscrapers that try so desperately to touch it.
It's at this point where you lose a sense of yourself, drenched in rain down to the bone, hair flattened and clinging to your forehead. It feels so good to feel so raw like this, each raindrop stinging your skin as it hits you, grounding you in a way that nothing else ever could. Grief weighs on your chest like an asthma attack, restricting your breath through the lump in your throat. You're can't even distinguis between the rain and the tears that you assume are still falling.
It wasn't raining when you had first sat down here, and although the sky was clouding and the atmosphere was heavy from an oncoming storm, you didn't really mind either way. You would guess it's the perk of having a water reliant quirk. Sitting in the rain brings you relief that eases something deep inside, and you find yourself drawn to it like a month to flame.
You needed something to use as a crutch, and the rain was a good enough substitute for you. It would make a good enough substitute for the embrace you'll never get from your parents again. The thought has another strained sob wrenching itself from your chest. The corners of your mouth pull into a half-frown, like you're trying to avoid fully breaking down. Or like you're afraid of what might happen if you did. Your front teeth worry at your bitten up bottom lip, trying to keep any other involuntary cries stuck in your throat so they can die there.
You'd gone past the apathy of denial a few days ago, but at this point, you can deny no longer the fact that they're gone.
Now, you have nothing.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the hinges of the rooftop door creaking loudly, no doubt rusting from the heavy rain over the years. You don't even turn your head.
"__...?"
Aizawa sees no movement from you. It's not like he was expecting you to be bouncing off the walls, anyway.
"Come on, it's time to go."
His tone is grave, heavy with the weight of your parents on his mind. President mic stands a few feet behind him, eyes filled with remorse at the sight of you like this. You're almost catatonic, stricken with heartbreak. Noone's ever seen you so lifeless before. Not even the most intense depressive episodes have left you like this.
Aizawa leaves the shelter of the doorway without an ounce of hesitation, the black of his clothes saturating with the onslaught of heavy rain, which soaks into the shoulders at first, and then hits him from the from with a change in the wind.
From the corner of your vision, you see a hand reaching out to you, willing to pull you from the depths of despair and into a state of recovery. Your chewed up bottom lip wobbles for a second as you take the hand blindly, and suddenly you're enveloped in your sensei's warm embrace. It's so sudden, and it's just the comfort you needed to let go of your inhibitions, warm tears bonding with the streaks of cold rain that travel down the planes of your face.
"I didn't- I didn't think it would end like this! Is it all my fault?! 'Cause whatever I've done- I- I promise-... It wasn't supposed to end like this!"
Aizawa is no stranger to comforting those going through the loss of a loved one, though he never thought he would have to deliver such a harsh truth to his own student. It reopens a few old wounds, but it's not something he's worried about right now when you're in this state.
"I promise, there was nothing you could've done. You were put here to avoid you possibly suffering the same fate as your parents. They wanted you safe."
As much as you wish it wasn't true, you know it is. There's nothing you can do now. Was everything supposed to feel so hopeless and empty when you're training to be one of the strongest heroes there is? Shouldn't it be the opposite?
You can't stop yourself from crying into Aizawa's chest while he guides you back inside, careful not to have you slipping over. Neither teacher say anything as you descend the school stairwell after hours, and you're left with a comforting silence that's much less desolate than before.
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My question is: does anyone have any fics that contain
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Dadmic, baby Eri, not dadzawa. I mean, preferably not dadzawa. Dadzawa is really cool, but im looking for a REALLY string bond between Mic and Eri.
Seriously, if anyone has any suggestions, PLEASE let me know.
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nightshadow1607 · 1 year
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Vigilante Shinsou: This is such a bad idea.
Vigilante Izuku: Then why are you coming along?
Vigilante Shinsou: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.
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Aizawa: Midoriya...
Izuku: Oh no, ‘Midoriya' in b-flat.
Izuku: You're disappointed.
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Tsukauchi: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.
Vigilante Shinsou: Shit.
Vigilante Izuku: Wait, three?
Tsukauchi: Yeah?
Vigilante Toga: OH MY GOD DABI FELL OFF!!!
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Nemuri: Shouta isn’t answering their phone
Hizashi: I’ll call
Nemuri: Tensei and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-
Aizawa: Hello?
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Shinsou: I told Aizawa their ears flush when they lie.
Izuku: Why?
Shinsou: Look.
Shinsou: Hey dad! Do you love us?
Aizawa, covering their ears: No.
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Vigilante Izuku, a little shit: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.
Tsukauchi: Wasn't Eraser with you?
Aizawa, also a little shit: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.
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Izuku, recently adopted: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.
Aizawa: So you're saying that…
Hizashi: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?
Izuku: Yes!
Aizawa: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.
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Vigilante Izuku: Hey, Toshi. If I die, I want you to take care of Racoon for me
Shinsou: It's cute how you think death is getting you out of this friendship
Aizawa: Can we go back to when he said "IF I die"-!?
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Izuku: Don't ask me what I'm talking about. I don't know, okay? I'm just the vessel. The message has been gifted. I've moved on.
incorrect quotes because why not? (part 3)
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ravenrissa · 7 months
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The Aizawas
(Part of the Aizawa-Yamada Family series)
When a villain attack occurs during a family outing in town, Present Mic and Eraserhead jump into action to save lives, leaving Hitoshi to stay back and stay safe. He gets lost in the rushing crowd, however, and ends up bumping into a couple who look eerily like Shouta...
Shouta is extremely resistant to the idea of his parents entering his adopted son's life. They were absent, neglectful parents who left Shouta to fend for himself growing up so they wouldn't have to be parents. He has sworn since the day he began fostering (and later adopted) Hitoshi that he would do everything that his own parents did not, being present in his son's life and letting him know he is loved, so when his parents announce that they want to built a relationship with not only his son, but him as well, Shouta is against the idea. But Hitoshi sees the conflict in his Dad's eyes, knowing that despite outwardly being stoic and indifferent to the situation, he's hurting inside, and sets about trying to make things right in this tense situation.
Read it here.
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alien-slushie · 2 years
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Deku: Can I at least go semi-lethal?
Eraserhead: >:(
All Might: >:(
Present Mic: >:(
Deku: You never let me shine~
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sassypantsjaxon · 7 months
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Reasons I'm a DadMic raising Shinson truther (part 2)
Who better than (fanonly) deaf Hizashi Yamada to teach Shinsou to read lips
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For real though I do think (deaf or not) Mic would be able to teach him a lot about having a vocal quirk, even if theirs have completely different applications
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truffle-draws · 1 year
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My Hero Academia x Spy x Family
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They would do anything Eri asks, though Eraser was insistent on not having weapons (minus the capture scarf) around Eri.
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Present Mic: [after picking Eri up from school] Hey. You forgetting something?
Eri: Thank you!
Present Mic:
Eri:
Present Mic: N-No! You gotta buckle up!
Eri: Oh! [puts seatbelt on]
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spacebunniesmha · 4 months
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Nobody talks about these two enough😭
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They're the father daughter duo ever?? They're so underrated.
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moony-mai · 9 months
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☀🍃 Erasermic in the summertime breeze! 🍃☀
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