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//Eri meeting Mic for the first time//
Aizawa: this is Yamada, he’s my husband.
Eri: why?
Aizawa: fully prepared to explain what gay people are. because I love him.
Eri: Looking completely innocent No! I meant why does he like homeless men?
Mic: laughing his ass off
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earthquake117 · 1 year
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*Confused Mic and Aizawa
Mic: I don’t understand. They’re just chilling there.
Aizawa: Oi aren’t you even gonna try to escape?
*kidnapped by erasermic (Y/N): Naw depression and rent are at an all time high my dudes. Plus this place is lit you have like five cats.
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embrose · 10 months
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You know, people usually write Present Mic aka. Yamada Hizashi as a real sweetheart in fics. At least in the ones I read. And that's honestly really nice, especially since I like to read Erasermic fics where they're married and have adopted Shinsou and/or Eri.
But the more I rewatch BNHA the more I realize, based on the few appearances he has, that Yamada is just as much of a little shit as Aizawa XD At least when he's in his hero persona, we haven't really seen him outside it. And I somehow feel like Mic would be the kinda hero who dials up his personality to 200% when working.
But even if his so-called civilian persona is a more lowkey version of how he acts when in costume, he is still a little shit XD I love the idea of it, him being a little shit who's also really sweet, nice duality. And I've read fics where he's sassy, but maybe not quite as much as in the show itself. Hmm, maybe I should try to write something. I haven't written Erasermic yet, only in passing, would make good practice to test out how I write them both.
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missedherchainsaw · 11 months
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gaecactae · 1 year
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I was prepared for many things in 2023 but joining bnha bandwagon was the last on the list
anyway
them, nothing else matters
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dogwaterdish · 1 year
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Mic: sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP-
Aizawa: ...Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE??
Mic: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!
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burningablaze · 1 year
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EraserMic Family - A Nice Monster
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A/N: @made-by-jade-222 , you're my favorite writer and I’m so glad you're back. You made your stories feel so special and made me feel happy. My favorite stories that you used to write was EraserMic family and I really loved those stories so I thought up this fic that reminded me of you. Maybe when you get around and get a chance to read this, I want to let you know that you feel special to me 💖
Summary: Eri wakes up from a nightmare and runs to her daddy and papa. Aizawa and Yamada did everything they could to comfort their baby except for one method. A method that will always gets her to smile and ready to go back to sleep again.
Lers: Yamada and Aizawa
Lee: Eri
Words: 960
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Eri stirred in her sleep, her face contorted in fear. She murmured something unintelligible, and her body shook as if she was trying to escape something. It seemed that Eri was having a nightmare, her subconscious mind struggling with some unseen terror.
Suddenly, Eri awoke from her nightmare with a start. Tears began streaming down her face as she realized the dream's terror was not absolute. She felt overwhelmed with emotion and began to cry, her body shaking with each sob. She was filled with a sense of relief that it was only a dream, but the fear it had caused still lingered.
She quickly got off her bed and sprinted out of her room. She was eager to get to her dad and papa's room. Tears streamed down her face as she called out to her parents. “Daddy! Papa!” She shouted, her voice echoing down the hallway. She was eager to get to them, to be in their arms, and have them comfort her.
Eri burst into her parent's room and found Aizawa and Yamada sitting comfortably on the bed, seemingly minding their own business. Upon seeing Eri, they quickly dropped whatever they were doing and got worried, as she looked so scared.
“Eri, sweetheart, what happened?” Yamada asked. Eri began to cry again and ran up to their bed. She crashed into Aizawa’s arms and sobbed in his chest. He gently tried to comfort her, saying, “Hey, hey, hey, it’s alright, Eri. It’s okay.” His words seemed to have a calming effect on her, but she was still shaken up.
Aizawa asked, "What happened, Eri?" Eri wiped her face and sniffled before responding. "I had a really bad dream. You and Papa were gone. I thought something happened to you, and I got scared," She said.
Yamada frowned as he gently rubbed Eri's back. His voice was full of love and compassion as he spoke. "I'm so sorry that happened to you, honey. We love you so much, Eri, and we will never leave you. You are so important to us, and we will always be here for you."
He kissed Eri on the forehead and held her along with Aizawa until she stopped crying. With a final hug and a gentle smile, he let her go and looked into her eyes. “How’re you feeling?” Yamada asked.
“A little better,” Eri said. “Will you be able to go back to sleep tonight?” Aizawa asked. “I don’t know. I’m still scared.” Eri trembled. She was still afraid to go back to sleep after experiencing a dreadful dream.
Yamada snapped his fingers after he thought up of an idea. “How about we tell you a story about a monster who can protect you while you sleep?” He suggested. Eri tilted her side. “A monster?” “Yeah, and he’s a nice monster, too,” Aizawa added.
“What kind of monster?” Eri asked. Yamada gave her a sly smile. “It’s a special monster,” He said. “It only comes out when you’re really scared.” “Here,” Aizawa picked her up and adjusted Eri to lay on her back against his belly. “This kind of monster uses a special technique to get laughing if your sad.”
“What kind of monster is he, daddy?” Eri asked. “He’s the tickle monster!” Yamada shouted out of nowhere and started to tickle her sides, making her giggle. Eri squealed with laughter as Yamada tickled her. "Ehehehehehehehehe papahahahaha!" She said between laughs and curled her arms against her sides.
“And the tickle monster had decided to come to visit!” Aizawa joined his husband to tickle Eri. She wiggled side to side when she felt fingers fluttering against her belly.
“Ehehehehehehehe it tihihihihickles!” Eri squealed. “He tickles you under here,” Yamada tickled Eri under her arms. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
“He tickles you over here,” Aizawa scratched her sides. “Ehehehehehehehehe nohohohohoho!”
“He tickles you all sorts of places just to get you laughing and squirming all over the place until you feel all better!” Yamada taunted Eri as he continued to dug his fingers into her underarms.
“Papahahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Eri kicked her legs and rolled around, filling the room with the sound of her sweet laughter.
Yamada gasped. “I know another good place to tickle!” He scooted down the bed and grabbed hold of one of Eri’s ankles. “Your cute little feet!”
“Not my feheheheet, papahahahaha!” She cried as she tried to pull her leg away from one of the tickle monsters, but the other tickle monster pulled her back down and tickled her tummy.
“You're not going anywhere, little miss! Not until I had my fill!” Aizawa said playfully. He kept her on his lap while Yamada skittered his fingers all over Eri’s foot. “Ehehehehehehehehe nohohohohoho! Daddyehehehe! Papahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Eri kicked her leg to get her papa to let go, but Yamada got a tight grip and tickled her toes. “Deliver the final blow, Shouta!” He encouraged. Aizawa smirked and lifted Eri’s pajama shirt to blow a deadly raspberry. His stubble made it worse.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DADDYEHEHEHE!” Eri shrieked and tried to push Aizawa’s head away, but it was no use. She didn’t have enough strength to make him stop, and he was a lot stronger than her.
After the two tickle monsters had enough of torturing their daughter, the three of them snuggled closely together. Eri gave a loud and long yawn. “Looks like our little sleepyhead is tired,” Yamada said as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face. Aizawa yawned as well. “I hate contiguous yawns. Yeah, I’m tired as well. Eri can sleep with us for tonight.”
Eri had already fallen asleep before Aizawa noticed and turned off his lamp. “Hmph, goodnight, baby girl.” He and Yamada got comfortable in their bed and ensured Eri was safe and sound asleep.
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foxleycrow · 1 year
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Erasermic sketches. Ballpoint pen.
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knight-elkwarden · 1 year
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Gonna post this now and call it done cause if I don't I'll just keep fidgeting with it till the end of time.
Need to make new print designs for a convention in May, this seemed like a good idea at the time lol.
Let's play spot Rym's favorite characters or something.
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yeeterboi420 · 1 year
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Just a little drabble i wrote at like 3am, so not beta read.
It's the first night off they've had together in weeks, maybe months. Shouta stopped counting a while ago. As soon as he and Hizashi got home, they took a shower together, then immediately crawled in bed and passed out for a good 9-10 hours respectively. Shouta woke up first, in the dead of night, which wasn't anything new, considering that Hizashi was a deep sleeper, and Shouta woke up at even the slightest sound. He laid there for a good 45 minutes, watching his husband sleep, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath Hizashi took.
Eventually, Shouta decided more sleep would be nice, and figured he'd get up and make himself some tea to help himself get back to sleep. Shouta had managed to sneak out of bed, down the hallway, into the kitchen, and get the kettle boiling before Hizashi had woken up from the cold, empty bed, and went in searching for his husband. Fixing his cup on the counter, Hizashi came up behind the raven haired man, embracing him from behind, leaning his head against the shorter man's shoulder, and burying his face in his neck, inhaling the scent of his shampoo.
As the blonde slowly stirs more awake, he begins humming the song that was currently playing out of the speaker in the kitchen. Hizashi always complained about how the house was too quiet, and after years and years of living with the blonde, Shouta couldn't stand the quiet either, always having to have a bit of white noise and whatnot playing to truly relax, so they compromised and got a speaker that was always playing some type of music.
Hizashi would usually pick a playlist every morning and Shouta would roll with it. Sometimes when Hizashi would be gone for a few days, Shouta would turn on his radio show, listening to his husband talk about current celebrity and hero news, who was having an affair with who, some hero making a controversial tweet, and more things along those lines.
But this morning, they had gotten up and Hizashi decided it was a soft, slow music day, which worked out well for this moment in particular. Finishing fixing his cup and grabbing and fixing another for Hizashi, Shouta turned around to face his husband's embrace, fully wrapping their arms around each other.
After a little bit, Hizashi, still humming, moved back, pulling Shouta with him, so they were both in the middle of the kitchen, instead of leaning against the counter. Hizashi wrapped his arms around Shouta's waist, and in return, Shouta wrapped his own arms around the blonde's neck, pulling them closer. Hizashi begins swaying back and forth to the music, tightening his grip on the raven haired man, pulling him in for a kiss.
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adminbryantsaki · 11 months
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Emotional support and body issues
Luna! Naga! Hizashi Yamada x  Alpha! Werewolf! Shouta Aizawa.
(I do not own Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic or Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised.)
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TW: Negative body image,hate on self-image. ABO scenario, pregnancy, dude being pregnant (I couldn’t think of Mpreg at the time. roll with it.)
Wc: 664
Hizashi was looking at his bump in the mirror as it had grown larger.
He was resting back against his tail against the wall to relieve pressure on his lower back.He was frowning and examining how large it had gotten over the past few months. He had been told at work that he should lay off the feeding bag and maybe hit a gym. All the other teachers knew that he was pregnant and this person didn’t. this new person was someone knew that was coming to the school temporarily to gain some experience in a school environment as a teacher’s aid as they were attending college. One of the other teachers told them Hizashi’s situation and they backed down and apologized. But the comment got into his mind. His thoughts were swirling as he was staring off into the mirror until his train of thought was interrupted by Shouta knocking on the door.
“Hey, Dinner is ready. Are you okay?” He asked as he entered the room. “I’m a little upset about something the new teacher’s aid said today in the office.” He spoke. “What did they say?” He asked as he approached his husband and pulled him close. “They said I should not eat so much and go to a gym.” He spoke and felt tears roll down his cheeks. “Did anyone say something to them? If not, I’ll go talk to them now.” Shouta spoke and went to take his capture weapon off its hook that it rested on when he wasn’t wearing it. “Yes. I think Cementoss said something to them and they backed off and apologized. But what they said got to me. Am I really that big? I feel like I shouldn’t be this big at eight months.” He spoke and looked back to the mirror. Shouta put his scarf back on the hook and walked back to his mate, wiping away the tears from his eyes. “Don’t forget, you’re carrying a giant egg and not just a baby and some fluids.” He told him and put his hand on his bump. “I know. It’s huge for only one baby.” He spoke and looked at it again in the mirror. “And that’s fine. Did they say anything else to you?” He asked. “No… But I have been having thoughts that you might leave me or I’d be alone when I give birth.” He spoke. Shouta cupped Hizashi’s cheek and kissed him softly. “I’m not going anywhere. I hope I’ll be there when you give birth it depends on where and when your labor hits. Which will be in a few weeks and our little one will be here.” He told him and held his hand. “Dinner is going to get cold. Lets go.” He added and led him out of the bedroom. Hizashi stopped at the door and leaned against the doorframe. Shouta looked back at him. “Can we eat in the nest? I don’t think I can manage sitting at the table tonight.” He asked. “Of course. I’ll bring the food to you. Go get comfy.” He told him and walked off to the kitchen. Hizashi went to his nest and waited for Shouta to come back. Soon, he came back bearing the fried chicken and ice cream he had requested for dinner. Shouta handed the food to Hizashi and sat down outside the nest with his own bowl of soba noodles since that was one of the things that didn’t make Hizashi want to vomit and they ate together in peace. The end.
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thatonefatgumsimp · 10 months
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OK so I got bored and I need to know:
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earthquake117 · 1 year
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*(Y/N) very grumpy: Aizawa said he didn’t love me anymore
*Hizashi distressed: I’m sure he didn’t me-
*Aizawa: All I said was that you aren’t allowed to use my capture weapon like a sex swing!
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aceswritingcorner · 9 months
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Drabble Shot 1- “Really wish you were here-“
Words: 333 {EraserMic} Support Me on Ko-fi
Hizashi both loved and hated being a hero with his husband.
No matter what he would love being able to help and save people, to bring a smile to his listener’s faces when they recognize him out in public. But what he wouldn’t do for a night off with Shouta.
It had only been a few nights when his phone rang, gartering Shouta’s attention just as they were getting ready for bed after a day of teaching their students before break. Hizashi knew how exhausted Sho was but they were heroes, you never knew who would be on the other side of the phone. Hizashi wished Shouta never picked up his phone that night.
A sigh left his mouth as soon as he muted the mic to his radio station, letting the music flow through the system as he loaded another song into the playlist. It was supposed to be their anniversary tonight and neither of them were home where they should be. Cuddled on the couch with Ghost and Mochi trying to steal attention from either of them, a random movie on the television as they just relaxed for a while.
“Really wish you were here.” The words leaving Hizashi with a quiet sigh as he reached for the now-cold mug of coffee that was nearby, his hair wasn’t styled in its usual way, just tied away from his face as he pushed the bridge of his glasses back up his nose. “Happy anniversary, Sho.”
“Am I too late?”
Shouta’s voice came from the door as he leaned against the side of it, goggles tiredly pulled down and around his neck as he held a bouquet of wooden, painted, roses. He knew how Hizashi hated throwing away old deadened flowers when they lost their colors.
Hizashi spun around in his chair quickly, his eyes immediately locking onto his husbands as he jumped out from his chair, latching his arms around Shouta tightly as he buried his face against his husband’s uniform. “Never—“
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embrose · 10 months
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Tfw the fic you're reading started off good, but eventually turns so melodramatic it's borderline dumb, but you're almost done so you can't stop now.
I'm invested, gdi, and I will finish this motherfucker!
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neonscandal · 2 years
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Present Mic: This is kinda nice, right? Quiet, comfortable silence with my compadre, YEAAAA!
Eraserhead from his Teacher's-Lounge-Sleeping-Bag: Mic, it hasn't even been a full minute. I honestly thought you just left the room.
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