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pinkjeanist · 2 years
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save a horse // snipe
warnings: wild west au - nsfw, smut, minors dni - slight dubcon, unwanted pregnancy, breeding, dumbification, the cowboy hat stays ON, pet names (honeybee, pretty lady), p in v sex, cowgirl position, yeehaw lingo
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You weren't loose, and you sure as hell weren't some kind of showgirl, either. But the moment that man walked into the saloon, you knew that if you weren't loose already, you sure as hell would be.
You'd poured him a drink, one thing led to another, and now you were riding him like a bull in one of the guest rooms above the bar. He gazed lazily up at you with a smirk under the red bandana over his nose and across his lower face, beads of sweat rolling down toned, black skin, his cowboy hat dipped low enough to add to the mystery. You'd barely pulled down his chaps and trousers before you'd pounced, and he still wore his boots over the side of the bed, spurs and all. He'd insisted on stripping you, though. Something about wanting to see those pretty tits of yours.
He held your hips as you bounced on his cock with the calloused hands of a true, honest wrangler, a real sun-kissed, hardworking frontier man, who'd surely had his fair share of innocent pussies like yours, even if he groaned like yours was the best he'd ever had.
"Damn, honeybee, there ain't a girl in the whole wide west with a pussy like yours." His thumb rubbed at your clit while keeping a firm grip on your hips, practically bouncing you himself now, using you like he would a whore, or even his own fist.
"I bet you fuck every weary traveller who stumbles into your saloon, don't ya', honeybee? You like takin' strangers' cocks?" You could almost feel the shit-eating grin hidden by his bandana.
"No - no, sir, m'not a whore, m'not a whore..." The only way to describe the lightheaded feeling you were experiencing was dumb, fucked stupid by his big cock. You couldn't break away if you tried, not with that firm grip abusing your hips. He was fucking you dumb and all you could do was take it.
He gave a breathy laugh, stopping suddenly to adjust his hips under you. "You sure ride me like like one, pretty lady."
His boots hit the floor flat before he started thrusting up into you with vigor, hard enough that his heavy balls slapped up at your soaking cunt. You let out a sudden, loud gasp, using his chest to keep yourself propped up, but your knees were already starting to go weak as you tumbled toward that peak. His stamina seemed never ending, his fat cock pounding up mercilessly into your dripping cunt. He didn't slow, he only kept his heavy grip and deep, steady rhythm while he used you.
"I can't - oh, fuck, sir, I can't-"
"You gonna cum, honeybee? You wanna cum on my cock?"
"Yes, yes, sir, please..." You panted, nodding your head senselessly, your entire body shaking with the force of his thrusts. His thumb rubbed just right at your slick-soaked clit, pressing hard enough to make you feel numb beneath the earth-shattering pleasure that he reaped from you. He had you right at the edge.
"Cum on me, pretty lady, cum on me like the sweet whore you are."
You choked as your cunt spasmed around his cock, your whole body jolting. He fucked you through it even harder, making your orgasm last a lifetime while he chased his own release, forcing wave after wave of pleasure until you almost cried from the overstimulation.
"Sir, sir, it's too much, it's too much-"
"You can take it, honeybee, you can take my cum. I'm gonna give it all to you, pretty thing," He groaned, his hat nearly slipping as he dug his head back into the mattress. "Oh fuck, honeybee, you're too good, tightest fuckin' pussy I ever felt-"
"You can't come inside, sir, you - you can't, you can't-"
"-You're gonna take it, baby, you're gonna take it all like a good girl, now-"
"No - yes, please, fuck -"
He slammed your hips down onto himself as his cum shot up deep into you, his chest nearly rising off the bed as he humped up into you, shooting load after load into your abused pussy. You collapsed onto his chest. He fucked weakly up into you until you'd drained the last of him.
You both were left panting, sweaty, unable to move from where his cock slowly softened inside of you. He ran a hand through your hair, the other rubbing gentle circles into your back.
Your mind was screaming that he just came inside you, you were gonna be with child, you didn't have anyone to take care of you and a baby, this was the end for you - but in the blissful aftermath, you couldn't bring yourself to care. And with what he said next, he probably didn't, either.
"'You ever been out yonder, pretty lady?" His voice rumbled through his chest, worn out, but still as amused as he had been when you'd first dragged him upstairs.
"My parents brought me out here when I was a baby but I don't remember it..." You mumbled. He held you tighter and gently rubbed into your lower back, easing out the ache he'd given you. "...My ma had me right there on the trail. Th'back of a wagon. Said I was the light of the new world..."
"..." His hand stilled briefly in your hair before running his fingers over your scalp. "I can take ya' with me, if you want. Huntin' bounties on the prairie."
You thought about the baby surely starting to grow in your tummy, then about how miserable you were serving nasty men in a saloon every day, then about how he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world. It was surely the best orgasm of your life that he'd just given you going to your head, but for a moment, you thought that it might be love.
"...You know what, partner? That sounds right about dandy to me."
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mhasmutz · 2 years
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masterlist <3
hello! as my user implies, this is an account for mha smuts. and not writing, i mean smut visuals! 
I will post anything excluding pregnancy sex and/or piss play. Have fun sinning my lovers!
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Characters: Don't see someone? Feel free to ask!
All Might-
Shota Aizawa- 
being his cockslut
Present Mic-
Midnight-
Snipe-
Izuku Midoriya-
Bakugou Katuski-
Mina Ashido-
Tsuyu Asui-
Tenya Lida-
Ochaco Uraraka-
Denki Kaminari-
Eijiro Kirishima-
Kyoka Jiro-
Shoto Todoroki-
Momo Yaoyorozu-
Hitoshi Shinso-
Mirio Togata-
Nejire Hado-
Tamaki Amajiki-
Keigo Takamei-
Hawks’ good girl
Tomura Shigaraki-
Appreciation post <33
Touya Todoroki (Dabi)-
Himiko Toga-
Mr. Compress-
Kai Chisaki-
Kurono Hari-
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keepingupwithkarasuno · 3 months
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Requested by: anon
Dude this is the fastest I’ve ever completed a req like I busted out laughing the second I read it so I hope you enjoy it 😭
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I didn’t know how to end it I’m so sorry it’s a lame ending 😭😭
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aliveinacoffin · 8 months
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Hello. Can i please request a part 2 of Hating You As Well? It was so good! 😩 Can part 2 be Aizawa’s and readers relationship developing and getting better throughout the year or something? Maybe throw in some aizawa getting a little jealous over reader’s relationship/friendship with another hero (maybe midnight or snipe)? Thank you so much! Feel free to ignore if you don’t want to write a part 2! xx
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AAAHH I LOVE YOU GUYS FR 😭😭😭 and but of course, i live and breath to serve yall munchkins.
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Hating You As Well
(And Loving You Just As Much)
Part One, Part Two (you're here dummy), Part Three
Aizawa still isn't honest with his feelings, but you weren't exactly one to jump ship and demand a relationship. So now, in this grey area, you two are forced to co-exist, while other feelings grow and fester.
Fem!Reader, She/Her pronouns
TW!: Slight descriptions of violence, nothing too crazy, suggestive language
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You two didn't speak about what happened on the couch afterward. You not wanting to bring it up and him just avoiding you. You got most of your papers graded, and when Aizawa finished with his portion, he rushed out of the living room. Your heart dropped to your stomach, watching him leave without a word. Sighing, you went back to your papers, trying to just get them done.
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The next morning was silent, the night before Aizawa hadn't come out of his room at all, and you watched his door, trying to listen to what he was doing. The next morning, you hadn't slept in, getting up early to go on a run. You knew Aizawa wouldn't be awake at this hour, but he probably would soon. So you started a large pot of coffee and grabbed a sports drink and made your way out.
The wait in the elevator was tedious, but you took the time to adjust yourself. Thinking about your life, thinking about him. Did you really like Aizawa? Maybe (yes), but did he like you? Maybe? I mean, there would be no other reason for him to also lean into a kiss, the feeling of his strong and large hand haunted you, fingers reaching around your shoulder blades. Dammit Hizashi, you spitefully thought to yourself.
But what would've come from it? Would there have been an awkward moment of 'where do we go from here?' or would there be an admission of feelings, but what feelings? Would there have been an unspoken moment of understanding?
You shook your head, willing away unnecessary thoughts. The elevator doors dinged open, and you happily trotted out, all you needed was an early morning run to clear your head, and everything would be fine.
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Okay everything was not fine.
When you came back, very sweaty and gross from your jog, you should work out more damn, Aizawa was already up. The slut* was walking around with absolutely no shirt on, and only the tightest goddamn pair of black boxers ever. His defined and scarred body on full display, lean but built body, languidly lounging around in the light morning sun. His dark and long hair was up in a messy bun, with a few strands of hair falling out. The scar beneath his eye was on full display, only adding to that rugged and overtly masculine look.
Cheap shot you bitch.
He was sipping coffee while leaning on one of the kitchen counters. Oddly on the one that faced the front door. He watched you pant in, immediately going to the cupboards to fill yourself a glass of water. You felt his eyes watching you, felt them watch and analyze every curve and scar, every dip and bump, every beauty and imperfection. You downed your cup, not acknowledging him in the slightest, lest you show the effect he had on you. Neither of you said a word to the other, not even a head nod to show that you had seen the other. Just ignoring him for the time being, with no complaints on the other end.
At the staff meeting later that day, you happily sat by Hizashi, joining in his excited chatter.
"I know this sounds cheesy, but I can't wait to see the students come back again! I've missed them." Hizashi swooned, a sad puppy dog look on his face.
You laughed and opened your mouth to join into his lighthearted admission before another voice cut you off.
"I don't, the little bastards have already gotten in enough trouble. I can't imagine what it'll be like when they move in." Aizawa grumbled out, looking in front of him with a disgruntled look.
You and Hizashi froze, just staring at him for a moment. He usually sat on the other side of you 'loudmouths,' usually too tired to deal with the shenanigans that you, said blonde, and Nemuri got up into. (Usually just passing notes between all three of you with the smashabiltiy of your coworkers and other heroes (also dicks, but not from the person you'd think)) So it was shocking to see him willingly sitting next to you three while earning a death glare from Anan, whose spot he'd stolen.
"Don't act like you don't love them you Tsundere. You'd probably eat your arm if it meant they were happy." You teased, sighing while you poked at him.
He deadpanned you for using such an outdated term but just grumbled while hiding his face in his scarf. Hizashi elbowed you, wiggling his eyebrows at you while smirking. You were confused for a second before you realized what he was implying, hitting his arm to make him stop. He yelped, angrily muttering curses at you while he looked down. Principle Nedzu loudly cleared his throat, standing up straight while looking at all of you. He clapped his soft hands, signing the beginning of the meeting.
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Well that meeting was a waste of your time. All the meeting was about how we should pay a little more attention to the students now that we're all in dorms. Those who work at night, namely Hizashi, Aizawa, Nemuri, etc., were asked to make sure they don't sneak out and do room checks randomly. Heroes who work in the day, you, Anan, Ken, and others were asked to make sure students acted right during the day, and stayed inside school property. Simple enough but...
"That could've just been an email." Nemuri sighed, peeling off her mask and putting her hair up. Ken was doing the opposite, putting down his cement-like hair and flattening it against his head.
"Agreed. I understand communication is important, especially during such difficult times but..." He sighed, rubbing his flat face.
"It's super annoying. We should all get coffee cups that say 'this meeting could've been an email' on them and just use them every time we have one." You sighed, adjusting yourself to make yourself more comfortable as well.
"Well, now that that's over, and we don't really have anything else to do...wanna go out for drinks?" Hizashi perked up, green sunglasses perched on his head, hair still gelled up.
"It's one o'clock in the afternoon." Aizawa scowled, looking disapprovingly at the man.
"I think he just wants to hang out rather than drink." You slung your arm over Aizawa. He scowled at you but didn't move your arm.
"No, I'm totally gonna drink." Hizashi said while walking backwards, already calling a cab.
"Oh yeah me too." Nemuri agreed, nodding her head.
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"I don't know why I came." Aizawa was acting pissy, laying down his head on his crossed arms, glaring at the loudmouths around him.
"Because you loveee us, admit it!" You sang, stirring the drink in your hands. You weren't drunk per say but you were definitely looser and happier now. "Cmon, won't you drink a little?" You looked down at him, smirk on your face.
He scoffed and looked away, sitting up straight. "Someone needs to get you home, and we share a living space, so I'm forced to babysit."
"Dawww, it's okay to show your emotions." You tugged on his uniform sleeve, putting yourself in his personal space.
"Hey!" Hizashi called out to you, definition more drunk than you were. "Let's do karaoke!" He motioned you over, pointing to Anan, who was already singing. You happily jumped up, waiting behind Sekijiro to sing.
When it was your turn, your singing was horrid. It was off-key and loud. Most of your friends just laughed and egged you on, spurring you to sing louder and worse. Still, even in your fuzzy mind you recognize on pair of dark eyes just staring at you. Not in a negative way, no, there was something in his face and eyes that made you quiet down some. Just so he knew you were singing for him.
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You don't know how you got home, but you did. Looking at the time, it was seven PM at night. You groaned, rubbing your head while your other hand limply hung off the couch. An oversized jacket was forced on you, baggy, and so so warm.
"Drink this." You looked up to the dark presence above, squinting at the harsh contrast of the shadow to the bright apartment. You got up and groggy drank the water.
"Thanks." You sighed, looking up at Aizawa.
"Sure. Just try to be more responsible next time. You have an image to uphold." He snatched back the cup when you finished, which you realized had prints of black cats on it.
"Mehmehmehmeh." You made a face, mocking him in a high-pitched voice while making a puppet with your hand. The man you were making fun glared at you from the kitchen, activating his quirk while washing your dish.
"I'm being serious. Anyone could've walked in and seen a UA teacher acting a fool at a bar." He growled, now in the drying process.
"Ahh, it was one drink! And plus, none of our dear students are gonna walk into a bar." You got up stretching, scratching your leg while walking past him.
"It was more than one drink!" He called out to you.
"One, ten does it matter?" You replied, entering your bedroom and shutting your door behind you, ending the conversation.
The next morning, you found yourself with a jacket you'd never had before. It was baggy, many sizes too large for you, and something right out of a goth magazine. You don't know where you got it from, but it was warm and comfortable, plus it smelt nice, so you added it to your closet.
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The students finally arrived and settled in the dorms, now UA dorm life was in full swing. It was peaceful to see such vibrant characters and youth constantly surround you, it filled you with a new vigor. That was, until now.
Loud crashing woke you up in the dead of night, and you immediately jumped up into action. You didn't yell or scream. Instead, you grabbed a flashlight and a small knife. You slowly opened your bedroom door, crouching out and keeping close to the wall. There was a large imposing figure standing in the middle of the hall, leaning against the wall while fussing with their boot.
Taking the chance, you kicked off the wall and laughed yourself forward. Landing on the interlopers back, you wrapped your arm around their neck, using your free hand to press the switch blade on their face. Your legs immediately wrapped around their muscled frame, trapping yourself onto them.
"What the fuck are you doing in my home." You growled in their ear, putting pressure on the knife to start to dig into their cheek.
"Getting my dumbass kids." Aizawa growled out, hands trying to rip you off of him.
You froze for a second, eyes going wide and mouth going slack.
"Huh!?" You yelled out, toppling off of your roommate. Knife clattering somewhere into the kitchen.
Aizawa turned to you, pissed off and resuming his fussing with his shoes. He tilted his head in your direction but not looking at you. You sat on the ground, still processing everything.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Did I get you anywhere?" You finally came to your senses, scrambling up to check him. Grabbing his chin, you tilted his head back and forth, inspecting.
"I'm fine. I've got to go." He ripped his head back, leaning away from your touch. He finally got his boots of fully, walking into the kitchen and to the front door.
"No you're not, I cut you." You ran into the kitchen, pulling out the first aid kit from under the sink.
"It's fine." He was already at the door, but you ran to him and grabbed the back of his shirt.
"No, it's not, I could've really hurt you." You had grabbed an antiseptic wipe and a bandaid to clean up the cut you made on him. It was small, a nonconsequential wound. But you still took delicate care to cleaning it and covering it up. He didn't get the chance to see what kind of bandaid you put on him, but he felt that it was small.
"As if." He mumbled, eyes fluttering closed as he accepted your gentle touch. There was no bite in his tone, like he was just saying it to say it, to keep up an image. You pulled back, and gave him a once-over.
Aizawa opened his eyes again, and turned to the door to hide his face from you.
"Now you can get your dumbass kids, asshole." You smiled softly, and even if he couldn't see your face, he registered the softness in your tone. The fondness.
When Aizawa got done with yelling at his two problems children, he turned and stomped away, leaving them to be angry at him.
Midoriya remembered something for a moment and hesitantly turned to his rival/best friend.
"Hey Kacchan, was there a Hello Kitty bandaid on his face?" Midoriya seemed a little dumbfounded. It couldn't be true, Aizawa with a bandaid on his face, let alone a Hello Kitty one?
"Hah? The fuck are you talking about?" Bakugo was still clearly pissed, but he was more taken aback than angry.
"That little pink sticker on him, I could swear I saw Hello Kitty on it." Midoriya responded, adamant that he did see it.
Bakugo was silent for a moment, and the freckled boy thought he was ignoring him. So he just sighed and returned inside.
Bakugo smirked a little, now fully remembering. Yeah, he was.
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The next morning you decided to ask what happened.
"My two biggest problems decided to sneak out and fight. It hasn't even been a week, and they're already trying to kill each other." Aizawa angrily muttered into his cup of coffee.
You stared at him for a second, pursing your lips. "Did you expel them?" You tilted your head, eyeing him warily.
"I wish." He chuckled, drinking his coffee.
"Ah, so they're your favorites." You smiled, wiping your hands and heading to serve yourself a plate of food. You heard the stern teacher sputtering behind you, coughing as a result of his reaction.
"I have no favorites, and those two would never be them." He responded, setting down his cup heavily.
"But you didn't expel them. You just gave them house arrest and chores. Your favorites." You shrugged, turning around to smirk at him.
"Well, it..." Aizawa shook his head, face pulling into one of anger as he looked for an excuse. He gave up, flopping his hands down to look at you. "They'll learn. They just need more discipline. It's hardly a call for expulsion."
"Let's see," You set down your toast to count examples. "Sneaking out after curfew barely a few days into moving into dorms, destructive of school property, assault on another student, three students snuck out without permission to save another classmate, Midoriya being the ringleader, anddd..." You screwed up your face, and you tried to remember more. You snapped your fingers and pointed at the scowling Aizawa. "Oh! First day, you should've expelled Midoriya and transferred him to another class, but you didn't." You leaned on the counter and tilted your head. "Instead, you let him stay in the hero course because you believed in him. Plus, that whole unwritten speech about Bakugo when he was kidnapped? There was nothing in our notes that said anything of what you said. But you said it anyway, from your heart."
Aizawa had a carefully neutral face, just staring at you while you grilled him.
"So my only crime is believing in my students." His voice was monotone, any semblance of emotion wiped from his face. If it were anyone else, you would've thought they were pissed at you or angry. But you knew better, you recognized that face from last night. The 'I'm pissed because I expected better from you' face.
"No," You grabbed your plate and walked past Aizawa to lounge in the living room, patting his shoulder as you walked. "Your only crime is having a huge heart, but the inability to even show you even have one."
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There was no real reason for you to be here, you thought to yourself. You barely helped out when the kids picked out their ultimate moves, and you were definitely not one of the teachers who regularly trained with the kids, but you still found yourself being dragged to go to the hero licensing exams.
You adjusted your hero costume, pulling down and pulling up the outfit where need be.
"Why am I coming again?" You asked Aizawa, turning to him to see he was already staring at you.
He shrugged, "Principal Nedzu just said you were to come." He looked away, fiddling with his phone while he waited for you to get ready.
"Well, sure, I got that, but he didn't email me, and I don't exactly see why-" You were still pulling yourself together, grabbing an over-the-shoulder bag and checking whether or not you had your keys, your wallet, and extra makeup and other stuff you might need.
"Are you ready yet? At this rate, we'll hold up the whole class and make them late." He interrupted you, crossing his arms impatiently.
You deadpanned him and adjusted the strap. "Yes, I'm ready. Dick." You stuck your tongue out at him while he held the door open for you, trying to push you out.
"You need to watch your mouth more. Who knows who's listening." He scolded, pressing the elevator button. The elevator dinged open, and you two stepped inside. Aizawa went to press the floor button, but you beat him to it. He gave you a look.
You smiled. "I like pressing the buttons."
"What are you, a child?" He scoffed.
"Then you'd be a predator." You shot back without thinking. Both of you realized what you meant by that, but before you could spit out on explanation, the door opened again.
Hizashi strolled in, whistling a tune. "Hey guys!" He cheered, ignoring the tension behind him. "What's up?" He turned around, looking at your blushing face and Aizawa's blatant ignoring of you.
"Nothing, what are you up to?" You chuckled, rubbing your head.
"Gonna go out and be a radio host and communications guy." He smiled, but you heard the strain in his voice.
Your bashful attitude dropped, and you held out a hand. "Hey, don't spread yourself super thin." You advised, voice full of worry.
The elevator dinged to all of your last stops, and Hizashi strolled out before the two of you, walking backward to face you.
"Don't worry about me! I'll be fine." He waved you off, turning around to walk normally with his hands in his pockets.
"I worry about him sometimes." You admitted, stuck in place. Aizawa walked out before you, holding the elevator so it didn't close on you.
"He's fine, trust me. Hizashi doesn't think about much other than music and having fun." He shrugged, looking off.
"That's because he thinks through you. He speaks Aizawa and thinks Aizawa." You stepped out, walking out the bottom common room to the main grounds of UA.
Aizawa shrugged, not saying anything as he followed you. You looked out to all the excited students, the air buzzing with conversation.
Aizawa got his classes' attention, speaking to all his students.
"Now listen up. This is the most important test of your life, and only fifty percent of the whole student body will pass." That made the class tense up and freeze, dramatic whispers grew between them. "Even though some of you are in trouble." He made direct, unashamed eye contact with both Midoriya and Bakugo, "You will all take the test. Now let's go before we're late." He led the class in the bus, you two being the last ones in.
"They're your favorite." You sang, tapping your knees. You two were sitting in separate seats, but you two were as close to the edge as possible.
"Keep your voice down." He snapped but didn't deny it.
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Ms. Joke was awesome.
She shamelessly flirted with Aizawa, if not being a bit pushy with it, and teased him.
You knew of her, you had some run-ins with her when you first debuted. She was a light-hearted, strong woman who had a good sense of humor, she often used to make you double over in full-out belly laughter. But there was something different this time, she was funny, that didn't change, but you weren't laughing so hard you cried now.
"Eraser," Ms. Joke was barely holding back laughter now, "Your fly is down."
You and Aizawa sat next to each other while Ms. Joke was two seats away from you two. That... wasn't all that funny....huh. Maybe Aizawa's bitterness rubbed off of me? Aizawa just sat there like he hated the world, but especially her right now.
"I can't believe you have a full class! Usually, you would've expelled someone by now. You must actually like your class." She turned to him, and you leaned over.
"Right! I think he has a secret soft spot for all of them, but especially-" You exclaimed, excited that some outside of UA had noticed this.
Aizawa cut you off by putting his hand in front of your face, now angry at the world, Ms. Joke, and you.
She laughed, and you giggled. "You're so predictable! Date me." Ms. Joke immediately turned to him.
"Shut up." He scowled, and she just laughed in response.
You sat back up now, looking at him teasingly. "If I have a say-"
"You don't."
"I think you two would make a great couple!" You grabbed Aizawa's shoulders and leaned him to the loud woman, and she just laughed in response. Strangely, you could see her breath from this angle, but you could also see Aizawa's hair float up for a mere second before it dropped again. An action so small and unnoticeable that if you hadn't been so close, you wouldn't have seen it.
You let go, and she leaned to you two, a slightly angry look on her face.
"But c'mon, you both know what's going to happen in just a few seconds." Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, a strained smile.
You looked at the dark man beside you, really he sticks out pretty bad here, and gave him a confused and slightly scared look.
You heard her say something earlier, but you had no idea what it meant, let alone now.
"And yet, you didn't say a thing to your class. Every year the test is always different." She rested her chin on her fist, looking determined out on the field. Aizawa was blankly doing the same, but there was a different look in his eye, one you recognized. One of a teacher who knows what his students can do.
You were shifting on your seat, watching class 1-A break up into factions, trying to understand what the other woman was saying.
"It's a tradition during the exam, most if not almost all of the students have equal footing. Except for one." She dropped her hand, sitting up straight. You were watching her, a feeling of foreboding coming over you as she delved more and more into her dramatic rant.
"UA has a serious disadvantage. Showing off the country's top schools sports program to the whole country, which showed off not just your students' quirks, but their weaknesses and their fighting styles too." Your eyes widened, and you turned back to the field. Watching the majority of the class you grew to care about deeply, be unknowingly followed. "It's a little funny, isn't it?"
That made your heart race, surprise written all over your face. Aizawa ignored her, eyebrows deepening.
"If you actually liked your class this year, you should've warned them about this. It happens every time your school takes the exam, UA is immediately crushed." She said, and to prove her right, a crowd of students all aimed for one group. Yours.
You looked at Aizawa, wondering why he kept quiet about all this. He glanced at you briefly before nodding his head back to the field with the tiniest of motions. That feeling of dread was replaced with pride as you watched Midoriya effortlessly kick away a storm of balls with one kick. From this angle, Ms. Joke assumed you turned away from Aizawa, feeling a little awkward that she had now seemingly made you upset. What she didn't see was your proud smile, your smirk of arrogance. Yeah, they'll be fine.
"I don't really see a reason why I should've warned them. Nothing would've changed if I did, either way, they would've had to deal with it." You and Aizawa watched as your students effortlessly dodged and moved, using their quirks to the best of their abilities to take back the advantage that was stripped away from them. It was taking everything in you not to just cheer out for them, not to scream, hell yeah!
"Real heroes turn around any situation. Besides, when they become pros in the spotlight, they'll have to face villains who already know their quirks." His voice was stern and sharp, with no room for argument. "Perhaps at UA, we look further ahead than other schools." Even though he still had that monotone voice, Aizawa had a passion for his students, one that he barely contained.
A dark shadow fell over the laughing woman's face, now at an angle where she could see the both of you. She watched with bated breath as you watched Aizawa. Smiling while she huffed out a nose laugh. She recognized that look, looking down at her ring finger, she fiddled with the gold ring. There were rings decorating all her other fingers, but the one on that ring was the first and most important one. She's made that face hundreds of times at her own wife, and only a fool would mistake it for anything else.
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“‘UA looks further ahead than other schools’, huh? That’s pretty condescending of you to say Eraser.” Ms. Joke piped up, the two had been going back and forth, but you decided to ignore their banter in favor of anxiously watching the students, afraid. “There are as many kids who want to be heroes as there are stars in the sky. The strength of that will has nothing to do with being famous.” Ms. Jokes face had gone back to being serious, and it made you a little unsettled. The woman, in even the short amount of time you’d known her, had taken everything with a grain of salt. Never the one to take offense to someone's words or actions. But here she was scolding Aizawa. They really were the same. They hide the same deep love and care for their students, and the moment someone says something slightly mean, they pop off.
“If you act like you’re the stars of the show and look down on everyone else, then you’re only showing off your true weakness.”
While her words were true, they seemed a little misplaced. Aizawa constantly humbled the students to remind them that no matter how far they got, they would always have room to grow and improve. Not just in their physical strength, but their mental capabilities as well. Maybe it was about the students themselves? Bakugo and Monoma were the students that popped up in your mind immediately.
“You’re right, we will take your advice and make sure our stars don’t think they’re the only ones who shine.” You nodded, sliding your eyes over to her. She nodded, a small smile on her face. Aizawa looked over at you in a questioning manner. 
“Our students are great and all, but sometimes they need to be reminded that they’re not the main character, even if they act like it.” You smiled slightly, easily finding Bakugos yelling from in the arena.
“...Agreed.”
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Finally, after what seemed like forever, the test ended. Rubbing sleep from your eyes you walked by Aizawa while he went through the paper work he now needed to fill out. 
“You know, I’m starting to see why you’re so tired all the time.” You laughed, tapping the stack of appears in his hands.
He gave an airy laugh, “Sometimes I think they do it on purpose.”
“Well, I can do some it for you. I don’t spend as much time with the kiddos like you do, but I’m sure I could get the hang of it.” You offered, slightly pouting your lips. 
“You’d probably mess it up, or mark them in that atrocious pen you have.” He shook his head, tilting the papers away from you.
“Huh?! Why do you have such little faith in me!? I’m trying to be nice, you-” Kaminari was with his usual group of friends, but he was side-eying the two of you, snickering while watching your interaction. “Jerk.” 
“Good save.”
“Shaddup.” You punched his arm, snatching some of the papers away from him. “I can do this, no sweat, and I promise to use a normal pen.” 
He glared at you, before sighing and shaking his head. “Fine.”
Ms. Joke trotted up to you two and offered to do joint training. Aizawa accepted the offer and walked away, loading all the students onto the bus. 
She turned to where you were still standing, trying to organize and smooth out the stolen reports. “My real name is Emi Fukukado, by the way.” She held out a business card in her gloved hand.
You took it appreciatively. 
“Thanks!” You introduced yourself in turn, shaking her hand.
“Hey, between us two, you and Eraser would make a pretty cute couple.” Fukukado said nonchalantly, smiling easily.
“Hah?!” You exclaimed, freezing on the spot. Your face grew hot, and you tightened your grip on the jokesters hand.
Fukukado pulled away, smile never going away. “I recognize that look in your eyes when you look at him, and Aizawa doesn’t put up with just anyone you know.” She laughed slightly, putting her hands on her hips. “Trust me, my wife looks at me like that all the time, and we’ve been married about ten years now!” 
“Hahhhh?! You’re married?!” 
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“You didn’t know? She always wears her wedding ring.” Aizawa sat down heavily beside you on the couch, grunting while he leaned forward. 
“She wears like, ten. How would I know?” You shrugged, pulling down the black pen behind your ear, unglittered unfortunately, to continue your journey of legal HPSC papers. 
“Didn’t you know her when you were younger?” He raised an eyebrow to you, his dark hair out of his face and into a bun.
���Yeah, but we weren’t friends. It was more like, you’re a young woman in the same male-dominated field as me, if anything goes down we’ll have each other's backs. Not friends friends. I literally just learned what her name is.” You turned your attention to the work, already halfway through your stack, while Aizawa was just starting his.
“Women are weird.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
“Oh yeah? You’ve known Hizashi since high school and you still deny you two are literally best friends.” You rolled your eyes, remembering how vehemently Aizawa denied the two literally aren’t two peas in a pod.
“Because we’re not. We’re good friends.” You groaned and flicked a pen cap at him. He growled at you, but otherwise turned back to his work.
“Anyyyways, I still feel kinda bad that Todorki and Bakugo failed. That test was really important, and they’re the only two in 1-A who failed.” You sighed, eyes running over Bakugo’s paper.
“That’s their own fault, if they had seen above their own hubris, they would’ve acted better and passed. They will learn to do better at the retake.” The dark-haired man shook his head, sighing.
“True, it was their own pride that was their downfall.”
“Make sure to mark the date in your calendar, it's about three months from now.” He added nonchalantly, now fully focused on the papers.
You looked up and made a confused face. “Why would I need to, I’m not their homeroom teacher?” 
He didn’t respond for a moment, avoiding eye contact. You saw his ears go red slightly at the tips, perking up. “Because you went with me to the first exam, why not help me at the provisional?” 
“W-well, I guess. But I won’t be of much help.” You looked away, remembering the words Fukukado told you the other day making you go hot yourself. 
You both fell into a comfortable silence, the only sounds now were the ticking clock and the sounds of papers shuffling and pens scraping. 
It was nice.
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“Wait wait wait-” You were laughing now, holding a hand over your mouth. Hiazshi was smiling at you, and Midnight was shaking her head in disbelief. “He got naked?” 
“He didn’t get naked, his quirk made his clothes phase through him. So he ended up naked. There’s a difference.” Aizawa shook his head, sipping his coffee.
You laughed out loud now, leaning on Hizashi’s shoulder while he joined with you.
“I was shocked at first too! I mean, yeow! Everything was out.” That only spurred you on more, tears gathering in your eyes.
“Oh man,” You sighed, wiping away those tears. “I hope they helped him out with his costume, I mean, there’s no way that's safe.” You shook your head, sitting on Hizashi's armchair now.
“They did, they made it out of his hair, so it would phase with him.” He nodded, stuffing food in his mouth. You quirked an eyebrow but ignored it.
“That must’ve taken forever.” 
“Yes, it did.” Aizawa butt in, now fully paying attention to the both of you. You couldn’t see Hizashi smirk, but you were caught off guard by such aggressive behavior. 
“Oh,” You looked away, now feeling slightly awkward. “What was the point of them visiting, anyway? I mean, not that it’s bad to introduce the classes to the big three, but why now?” 
Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “To have them talk about the work studies.” 
The air in the teacher lounge shifted, now to a tense one. There was a meeting the day before the new term started, an open discussion on whether or not UA students should be allowed to even let them participate in them. Just like the internships, it was a heavily debated argument. You, Aizawa, Snipe, and Anan were against it, saying it well it went last time would only embarrass/harm UA’s reputation further. Nemuri, Sekijiro, Ken, and Ectoplasmi were for it, their reasoning that the students would need the practice. Others fell in between and allowed themselves to be swayed by the opinions of others.
“Oh.” That was all you said.
“Yeah.” That was all he replied with.
When the school day ended, Aizawa met you at home. He angrily kicked off his boots and hung up his capture scarf by the door. You turned around from the sink, hands wet from washing the dishes.
“Hey.” 
“Hey.” He looked up at you, standing at the doorway. “I don’t agree.”
“I don’t either.” You turned back, immediately knowing what he was talking about.
When the HPSC had first sent the letter to UA stating they would like the school to participate in the work studies, the teachers erupted in conversation. When the staff didn’t agree, Aizawa stood up an brought all the attention to him.
“Did we forget what happened the first time we allowed our students into the hands of the HPSC? My own students had gone off and could’ve gotten killed. I had no idea, thanks to the lies administered by the commission. Do we need a repeat of that?” He sat back down, looking angrily out at his fellow staff. You stood up beside him.
“I agree, who knows what danger is out there, and we all know from the past that the Hero Commission will just lie to us.”
Snipe nodded in agreement beside you. Ectoplasim stood up. “I assume your classes will have their provisional licenses now? Our students have grown since then, and they now have the ability to make their own calls and decisions.” He rebuttled. This statement only made a fight break out.
In the end, your side lost.
Aizawa was leaning on the counter beside you, hands clutching the counter in a white-knuckled grip. “They lied to us, three students could’ve died.” His voice cracked at the end, face screwed up in anger. You whipped your head at him, looking at him wide-eyed.
You decided not to say anything about his emotions, instead, you dried your hands and turned to him fully. 
“Want to spar?” You offered, holding out his goggles. Aizawa stared at them, then stared at you for a long moment. He snatched them up and quickly put them on. Wordlessly, he got back dressed in his hero outfit, and you complied by getting your shared duffle bag and followed him out. You both had decided to share a bag, hey, it would be easier to carry one than two, since you spar so often anyways.
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The next few weeks became hell. Immediately something was brewing, you, Aizawa, and other UA students were invited to an important meeting hosted by Sir Night Eye. You’ve heard of him, mostly through what you know about All Might, but you have never really seen him in action. He was a pretty cool dude, if not a little too serious for your liking. You could only deal with one grumpy man in your life, you didn't need to. There were also friends you made through your line of work, like Toyomitsu/FatGum, Takagi/Rock Lock, and Mr. Brave, you never learned his name, interactions were always brief, but friendly.
You mostly just listened in, you didn’t really have any new or helpful information to hand out to aid in the meeting. You had become slightly boring ever since you became a hero at UA, hero work slightly slacking now that tests and assignments stood in your way of aiding your friends. That is why you had an uptick in your sparring matches with Aizawa, no excuse to fall behind.
Takagi spoke up, questioning why your students were here in the meeting. Toyomitsu, in a burst of passion, declared that the students had valuable information to share. He then introduced himself, and when his attention turned to your side of the table, you waved at him happily.
Aizawa looked at you through the corner of his eyes, a small smile on his face. You elbowed him in response, brushing him off. Aizawa was called to speak, and his leg started to bounce from under the table, only you noticed.
“The bullets effects seem to be different from my Eraser. When my quirk is activated, I don’t attack the quirk itself, instead, I temporarily affect the genes themselves, but no permanent or harmful damage is done.”
“Immediately after Takami was shot, we rushed him to the hospital to have him looked at. We found his quirk was deactivated, but thankful after his rest he was returned back to normal.” That was a relief, not only were the effects of the bullet temporary, like Takagi had said, but the effects weren’t harmful in the long run. When it was revealed that the contents of the bullets were filled with human blood, everyone froze. Disgust filled you, wondering what kind of person would do that. 
“A man named Kai Chisaki is the young Yakuza head of this group, and is turning his daughter's body and blood to make the bullets.” You had decided to tune back into the conversation at the worst possible moment, or maybe you tuned out during the worst conversations of your life, your body tensing up as horror filled you. Aizawa sat slacked beside you, his eyes widening in horror as well. Tears sprung into your eyes, and your hand immediately flew up to cover your trembling mouth. How..how could anyone do that to a little girl? Let alone their own daughter?
The meeting went on with the same tense and angry energy, people piping up with their own angry opinions. You watched with a feeling that you were floating outside of your body as Nighteye folded more and more into himself. The pressure everyone putting on him only added to the guilt you knew he carried. 
The meeting was over late into the afternoon, and packets and folders of information were handed out to all of you. Aizawa was to patrol more in the designated at night, and any possible chance you were to follow yours.
Now you were situated in Aizawa’s car, his hands gripping the steering wheel while you leafed through both folders.
“Lock Rock is right. There’s no need for them to be there.”
“I know.” Your voice was watery, sniffing while you tried not to cry onto the packets. “But we don’t have a choice.”
There was silence when he rolled up to a red. A large hand came into your peripheral, pulling the folders away from you. Aizawa threw them in the back of his car, and you heard them scatter. 
“Don’t worry about that now, we can go through them when we get home.” You looked up at him, and while his expression was still guarded and hard, there was something soft hidden in his face. Maybe it was the way his eyebrows were turned up ever so slightly, or his sad eyes, either way, you nodded.
“I just hope we can save that little girl. She’s so small, and she must be so scared.” The light turned green, and he resumed his journey.
“We will, I know we can.”
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The next few weeks were hellish, after school you barely saw Aizawa, and he in turn hardly saw you during breaks/lunches/and during the weekends. You worked from sun up to sunset, using as much time as you could. During the day he worked with the others to make sure everyone was updated on information, whereas during the night you caught up on both your school work and added your own information. You left coffee and easy lunches for him to take out, and he left you jelly packets and energy drinks. 
Finally, there was one day when both of you were home, lying exhausted on the couch together. You were lying on your back, hands covering your eyes while you rested your legs on his. Aizawa complained at first but made no move to stop you, too focused on his iPad sifting through and adding important information. 
“Apparently, Nighteye has picked out people he thinks are assisted with Kai Chisaki. He’ll try to find out more before we move further.” He said out loud, not doing anything to get your attention.
“Good.” Your voice was raspy and tired, flopping your hands down you could barely keep them open. “I’m so tired.” Your voice was filled with pure exhaustion, running on less than thirty hours of sleep for the whole week.
“Me too, I can feel this coming to an end.” You could still hear him clicking away.
“God I hope so, I just want to save her already, I’m starting to see Eri in my goddamn dreams.” You shook your head, tears hotly running down the corner of your eyes. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe it was because of how emotionally drained you were, but you just couldn’t hold back the floodgates.
You heard Aizawa stop tying, but you didn’t dare look over at him.
“Me too.” His voice was filled with utter grief.
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Finally, it was the day.
Nighteye had found one of Chisaki’s minions and tracked down the spot where they had been keeping Eri. Now everyone had gathered around in a large group, waiting anxiously in the bright early morning for their commands. You were following Aizawa tiredly, energy absolutely sapped out of you. Aizawa walked up to Midorya, who was surrounded by the only other UA students. 
“I am moving with the Night Eye agency.” You peeked out from behind the dark man, waving happily at your students, string to hide how tired you were. “Do you understand what that means?” 
Midoriya nodded, a hard look on his face. Aaizawa turned back to you, grabbing your shoulder to push you away. “What was that about?” You asked, confused as you turned and waved goodbye.
“He still hasn't earned my trust for running off last time, so I told him I expect him to do things right this time.” He looked down, still walking to get in position.
“You’re such a hardass.” You smiled, shoulders bouncing while you looked away.
“Good, then they stay on their feet and do their best.”
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Chaos quickly erupted outside, and you were stuck batting away villains with clubs of pure light. You swung around your makeshift weapons, filled with electricity and a feeling of burning pain. Police surrounded you, blocking your view of not only the entrance but of your allies. 
“This way!” A strong hand grabbed your arm, and you turned and growled. Your guard dropped when you saw Aizawa dragging you inside with him. Quickly, you put as much light as you could in your pockets, quickly closing them so they wouldn’t escape.
“I’m getting kind of worried, man.” Takagi admitted, looking around for any dangers.
“I wonder if anyone leaked information.” Amajiki admitted aloud, but the chief rebuttled him.
“If they had, one would think they’d be smarter to avoid us.”
“They all should be used to working together already, a bond formed through devotion to their boss. They might feel ashamed now, Chisaki and the top brass haven't even shown themselves yet. They’re probably underground getting ready to flee or hide right now.” Aizawa pipped in. All of you were still running down the impossibly long hallway, hearts racing as one.
“No, there’s no way. That villain busted out the doorway as soon as the chief rang the doorbell, no one just does that. Plus, with how big these guys sound, there's no way they’d just leave.” You shook your head, mind swarming with what was to happen. Kirishima looked over to you, conflicted on whether to agree with his homeroom teacher or his history teacher.
“Either way, we’ll take them down.” He decided to say, not favoring either theory.
Suddenly, Nighteye skidded to a halt, stopping in front of an indent in a wall. He seamlessly opened a secret door, and everyone was thankful for his foresight. 
Three henchmen popped out of the darkness, trying to take the group by surprise. However, they were unable to be successful with Bubble Girls and Centipeder's quick thinking. They stayed back with Nighteye’s order to make sure they didn’t come after your group, and you rushed down a concrete hallway, only to be halted by a dead end.
Takagi called out to Nighteye in anger, but Midorya and Kirishima quickly resolved the problem by kicking through the thick wall that had been placed up. The room suddenly became less solid and started shaking around in an ocean. Panic filled the room as it rolled and changed around you, shoving you all around. You, Aizawa, and Toyomitsu formed a triangle. 
“Eraser, can’t you get rid of it?” Takagi yelled out, but Aizawa just shook his head. 
“Not if I can’t see the main body.” He called out, voice strained as he fought off nausea. 
“We need to hurry!” Your voice wobbled as you tried to find steady ground, “If they’re changing the building, then they can escape before we can even get to the end of the hallway!” You tried to step forward, but the mere action of moving knocked you off kilter, so you stood, fighting off gravity as you tried to move. You have to try!
The room stopped moving as violently, and Lemillion took action to run ahead, moving through another hall. You wished you could follow him, try and at least be there for the kid. A scream ripped out of your throat as the ground under you disappeared. You landed on your stomach, the breath knocked out of you on the dirty floor. Aizawa heaved you up, looking around and assessing the situation. 
Three villains made themselves known, launching themselves at Amajiki. Eraser quickly stepped up, erasing the blonde quirk before he could do serious damage to the kid. 
“Suneater-!” You called out, trying to stop his stupidly brave act.
“Go! I’ve got it.” He turned to you all, nodding towards another hallway, the others ran ahead, but Midoirya, Aizawa, and you staggered for a moment.
“Make sure you tie them up, my quirk will wear off soon.” He jogged off, the green-haired boy behind his teacher.
You nodded at him. “I believe in you, do your best.” You nodded at him before following your companion. Quickly you lost Toyomitsu and Kirishma, as they were sucked into and trapped in another room. 
“We have to keep going, there's no time.” Aizawa pulled you forward, trying to get you to keep moving.
“I know, it just feels like we’re purposely being split apart.” You followed him, worry filling your entire being. 
Takagi locked the room in place as soon as it started to move again, even if it was a tight fit, it allowed you all to push forward.
“Stand back, he’s coming from the places I haven't locked down.” Takagi held out a hand to stop you all from moving forward, and you watched as the end of the hallway rushed towards you all.
Midorya rushed again, kicking away an entrance point. The path never cleared, so the young boy continued his assault. The wall immediately retracted, clearing away the path for you. 
“What the hell..?” You wondered but were quickly cut off by the room changing once more, separating the main group into smaller groups. You were stuck with Aizawa and Midorya.
The wall dropped again, revealing two Takagi’s, and you stood in confusion between the two of them. Aizawa was fast and quickly attacked the fake Takagi before it could attack Midoriya. Himiko Toga was forcefully revealed, squealing while she chased after the boy. As effortlessly as he could, he dragged the crazed girl away, but not without getting stabbed in the shoulder.
Once more the room shifted, and tunnels of dirt and concrete erupted from the walls, you all looked around widely, trying to see where the dirt was coming from. Midoriya took action almost immediately, shooting up to kick where he thought Mimic was. The boy revealed the villain, and in an instant he erased his quirk, watching him fall to his death. 
“The League betrayed them?” Aizawa questioned looking out to where the two voices had come from.
“Seems so, and they used us to aid in their scheming. Though, at least we're on solid ground now.” Nighteye adjusted his glasses, looking forward to the dark hallway, police officers scattered around.
You took a moment to recap and interrogate Irinaka, but that led him into an angry frenzy. 
“As officers of the law, we cannot let them escape.” The chief held up his gun, his underlings looking around as well.
“It sounded like they were escaping, we should focus on our top priority for now instead of going into a circle.” You said, looking around. Takagi agreed with you, deciding to split up the pros with the mission and the police with the League. He decided to stay, you pulled out a small knife, handing it to him.
“Just in case.” He nodded, face still screwed up in pain. 
His speech renewed the hope in your heart, you and Aizawa shared a glace and immediately ran ahead to save Eri, trying to catch up before it was too late.
Following in Midorya's shadow, he bounced ahead of the villain lying on the ground, smashing the wall in front of the group. There a sight for only the strong-hearted was seen, Chisaki and Togata were already engaged in battle, with the electric blonde already having a considerable amount of damage. Aizawa immediately yelled out commands, ordering you to round up the fallen villains. Already quickly rounding up the three villains, you were hit in Chisaki order to Chrono. Aizawa called out to Midoriya, but his body screwed back to look at you. You grunted in pain, feeling like your body was put under molasses. Chrono had gotten straight through your side, cutting a clean medium-sized hole in your midsection. And before anyone could stop him, or help him, Aizawa blinked.
The ground erupted in spikes, sending you flying through the air. Thankfully, you landed in a hole in the ground before you could get caught by the spikes. Aizawa and Chrono were already down there, the latter of the two setting atop Aizawa. Both of you were practically paralyzed, with Aizawa immediately incapacitated by his quirk. He spent the time monologuing about Chisaki, explaining the relationship that Eri had with the others in the Yakuza. Shut the hell up you scum. You couldn’t even growl out loud. Straining as you tried to get him, you were behind the two, and he must not have even realized you were down here. You heard Aizawa grunting as he slowly moved away, you watched as Chrono took out Aizawa’s own knife, opening and getting ready to stab the man with it.
You took out a small piece of light from earlier, the electric gold energy lighting up the dark room.
“Huh?” He looked around to see you, and in one fell swoop, you slashed along his Achilles heels. “You bitch.” He groaned out, dropping the knife to clutch at his heels. At the same time, Amajiki appeared, stabbing his arm with one of his food quirks. There you saw the teenage boy surrounded by police officers, guns ready. He just glared at them in defeat.
The officers helped you up, someone pulled down the bandages on Aizawa's face, and he quickly removed the effects of the quirk. You were taken in an ambulance and Aizawa was taken up to the ground floor. 
“Wait! I can still help!” You tried to squirm out of their grasp, but Aizawa shook his head ‘no.’ Tears sprung in your eyes, did you do bad? You did your best. Still, you were forced into an ambulance.
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You were in and out of consciousness the first day, one part of the injury, but mostly out of laziness. Lack of sleep finally caught up to you, forcing you to pay your debts. Still, it wasn’t like you were out of it, you could hear voices, smell the clean hospital air, feel the thin sheets below you, and taste your dry mouth. Different types of voices visited you, your friends, you recognized dimly. But there was one who stayed as long as they could, and whenever they spoke, you turned your head to them, smiling and appreciating the smooth bass. A large and warm hand felt your forehead, then checked your cheek. But their touch lingered on your cheek, gently cupping the part of your face.
“Hmm, s’warm.” You mumbled, not really awake as you squished your face further in the hand.
“So weird.” But they never pulled away.
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The next day, you were fully awake, still in a little bit of pain. Thanks to quirks and advanced medical technology, your wound was mostly closed. It was still tender to the touch, and still able to open, but as long as you were careful, you’d be fine.
Now you were hungrily inhaling the food the nurse had dropped off, Aizawa watching you in muted disgust.
“Wha’?” Your mouth was still full, flakes of rice and meat juice surrounded your mouth.
“You eat like you’re an animal and not a fully grown woman.” He shook his head, eyeing you like you were gonna eat him next.
“I’m hungry dick!” Still, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, eating more delicately. Aizawa rolled his eyes but stopped to watch his hands.
“I have a favor to ask of you.” He didn’t look at you. 
You wanted to tease him, but there was something about his demeanor that made you hesitate. “Yeah, what do you need.” You set down your food, gently sitting up to stare at him.
“The little girl, Eri, her quirk is unstable and dangerous.” Aizawa looked up now, reaching behind him to grab a small packet of papers. He handed them to you, continuing to talk. “So is her emotional state, there’s no telling when she’ll get upset and activate her quirk.”
Multitasking, you opened the folder while listening to him Rewind. She can rewind the state of a person, down to nothing. You looked up with worried eyes.
“She’ll need someone who can stop it, and watch over her.” His words hung heavy in the air, and he was tense now, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.
“Of course, what will you do with her?” He still hadn’t relaxed, hands clenching.
“I was thinking that she could live with us. We could watch over her.” Your eyes widened, mouth parting slightly.
“I-why me? I’m not exactly mother material.” You laughed nervously, looking at him confused. Why does he have to rope you into everything he does? Would you even be good enough to watch over the girl?
“She doesn’t need a mother, she needs someone to help her. And I..we live together, so it makes the most sense.” He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. Yet he was still tense, but why?
You looked down at your own hands, looking over her patient file. She was a traumatized little girl who needed help.
“What i…-what if I mess something up, what if I’m not good enough?” You voiced your concern, voice wavering already. When did you get so emotional?
“You won’t be doing it alone, I’ll be there.” Aizawa's voice was soft, comforting you. You looked up at him, staring into his soft eyes.
“But why me?”
“Because it’s always you.”
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You, as well as the other students, were released from the hospital not too long after the raid. The drive home was silent, both of you sleepy for different reasons. You were getting used to not sleeping all day, and Aizawa was exhausted from watching over Eri all night. Even if Aizawa never put on the radio, even if you hit every red light, even if the late-night roads were quiet, neither of you spoke about what he said in the hospital. Not even when you were in the hospital. 
Tiredly you both made it back home, stumbling in the dark room. 
“Aizawa wait.” You held out a hand, getting his attention while he poured his cup of coffee. You turned to him, “Where is she gonna sleep? There’s only two rooms.” 
Aizawa gave you a blank face, overpouring his cup, hot coffee spilling out from his hand and to the floor.
“Aizawa.” You repeated, his face still blank.
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“I could sleep in the living room.” Aizawa offered, both of you had your hair up/out of your way as you looked around the shared living space.
“Well that’s not fair to you, I’ll just sleep in the living room. You can keep the big room, which I still haven’t gotten over, by the way, and she gets the smaller room. You’ll be right there for her and I can just hang out.” Your hands on your hips while you stared out into the living room, staring down at the beige couch.
“I shouldn’t let you take the living room.” He shook his head, shooting down the idea immediately.
“Why not?” 
“One, because you’re a slob.” Aizawa looked over to you, “Two you have far too much stuff, and three you’re a woman.”
“Okay one, kiss my ass.” You faced him as well, crossing your arms. “And what does me being a girl have to do with anything?” You gave him a dirty look.
“Oh don’t look at me like that, I mean, if anyone needs their own space it should be you.” He waved you off, turning around to head into the kitchen.
“Well, Eri above anyone needs her own room, sooo…” You shook your head at him, giving him a look while he rustled through the cabinets. You thought for a moment, and a terrible idea came up in your head. Aizawa looked over at you, jelly pouch hanging out of your mouth.
“What terrible idea do you have.” He looked at you warily, still hanging into the snack through his teeth.
You shook your head, making a disgusted face.
“What?” He prodded.
“You’re not gonna like it, I don’t even like it, but we could share your room. We could buy another bed and separate the room into two.” You slowly lifted your hands in a questioning manner, your voice high.
Aizawa stared at you, one of his eyes raising in an annoyed look. “That’s a terrible idea.”
“Well, what other idea do you have?”
He looked around, thinking for a moment before he groaned very loudly. “You just want to have the bathroom in the room, don’t you?”
“I’m merely making the conscious decision for the both of us considering your situation.” You held your hands up in a non-accusing way, trying to fake some sort of innocence. 
“Fine.” He grunted, turning around to wash the dishes in the sink. You tried to ignore the implications of what sharing a room meant, far more intimate than sharing a home. Walking past, you willfully ignored his blushing ears.
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Aizawa’s time was spent between watching over Eri and working as a teacher. So you didn't see him often for a while, whereas you were suck with redecorating and adjusting your home. You started off slow, just buying kid shit for her, like books, stuffed animals, and cubbies. But when it came time to put together said cubbies and bookshelves you let them build up, and you very pointedly ignored moving the beds. Aizawa was too busy for you to ask, and you sure as hell couldn't, or was it wouldn't, who knows, do it all by yourself. So you called the one man who you knew would help you.
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“No lift with your legs.” 
“I am lifting with my legs! Hurry up jackass, I’m gonna drop the bed on my foot!” You groaned with the effort, damning yourself for wanting such a heavy frame.
Snipe sighed, rolling his eyes at you while he backed up. He had one hand holding the bottom of the sideways bed, the other supporting the top. Ever so gently he led you out of your old room and into Aizawa’s room.
“Okay ready? I’m gonna set it down, and you have to do it with me.” He looked back at you, his sharp eyes piercing. 
“Yup.” Your voice was strained, trying not to drop the bed. Following his lead, you turned the bed slowly and dropped it. You sighed, leaning over on your knees while you caught your breath. “Fuck.” Looking up, the bed was in the middle of the room, and you needed to shove it to the other side of the room, opposite to Aizawa’s
“I got it.” Snipe waved you away, immediately going to drag the bed in place.
“Thanks.”
You knew Snipe would answer your call, often times you hung out outside of work, and on the rare times he hosted an outing, you went with him. He stood back up, the muscle shirt he was wearing doing wonders for his body, showing off his toned arms and flashing you his exposed sides. And for a man whose quirk was a gun, he sure as hell did have a slutty waist.
“Alright break time.” You walked out of the room, Snipe following you with laughter.
“We’ve barely started.” 
“And now it’s break time.” You filled up two cups of water, handing one to him. Your hands brushed briefly, his course fingertips quickly ghosting over yours. There was a beat of silence, he made direct eye contact while he took a sip from his cup.
It’s not like you haven't thought about it, even before Snipe showed his face you knew he’d be hot under there. It was sometime after the final exams in the first term, he had been retelling the embarrassing story of his run-in with Hagakure. You had laughed at him loudly in the warm night air, tears springing to your eyes. You could feel his eyes on you, even if you couldn’t see them.
“Why do you wear your mask all the time?” You asked out loud after calming down. He stared ahead, and instead of responding he just tugged it off.
He looked at you with brilliant grey eyes, little targets in them. He had dark and thick eyebrows, long pretty eyelashes, and his full lips pulled in a smirk. Across his face was a gnarly scar, it looked like he had been slashed at an angle across, leaving behind a slightly raised thick wound.
“You’re face is a little lighter than your body.” You said stupidly, brain short-circuiting.
He just laughed and looked back out into the courtyard. 
“I know.”
You cleared your throat, willing away all of the not-very-safe-for-work thoughts that filled your head.
“I have to wonder, why are you and Aizawa sharing a room?” Snipe sat on the table, leaning back to watch you. His thick thighs were highlighted when he sat down, shorts leaving nothing to the imagination, and you swore he widened them when he caught you looking. Damn these slutty men.
“It’s nothing like that,” You waved him away. “Have you heard about the little girl that's going to be living here?” He nodded.
“Her name is Eri, and her quirk is unstable, so Aizawa has guardianship over her so she doesn’t accidentally kill someone. Which means that she’s gonna live with him, which means she’s gonna live with us.” You sighed.
“But why does that equate to you and Aizawa sharing a room?” He waved an arm, looking at you curiously.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you’re jealous, Snipe.” You smirked, but it dropped. “Eri immediately gets a room, that’s a given, but I wanted Aizawa close by, but he thought it’d be inappropriate for me to sleep out here. So now we’re bunking together.” 
Snipe hummed, closing his eyes and looking away. But out of the corner of his eyes he peeked at you. “You could always spend the night at my place if you need, Sejikiro doesn’t mind guests over, since he’s usually out.” 
Before you could respond, a presence made themselves known.
“That’s completely inappropriate.” Aizawa snapped, holding a bag of groceries. 
“Hey, Aizawa.” Snipe turned in his direction, waving hello.
“Why are you here?” He greeted back.
“He helped me move my bed, and he’s helping me put together the bookcases and Eri’s bed.” You peeked over, looking at him. Aizawa was just angrily looking at Snipe, who was staring back.
“You couldn’t have asked me?” He was pissed at you now?
“You’ve been busy.” You shrugged, stepping out to try and cool the angry man.
“I would’ve helped, you just needed to ask.” Aizawa growled out. “Now I’m here, so you,” He looked over to Snipe, who was just lazily watching the whole conversation, “Can get out now.” Aizawa sidestepped the door, motioning for him to leave.
“I’m already here now, plus if we all three work together, I’m sure it’ll go by quickly.” He tried to soothe the stern teacher.
“I’m sure you’re very busy, get out.” Neither Aizawa nor Snipe moved, silently challenging one another.
Snipe got up without a word, and on his way out he turned to you. “Call me whenever you need help, you have my number.” He waved goodbye, Aizawa slamming the door in his face.
“What the hell was that?” You asked in disbelief, watching the man you lived with as he strutted across the room. He threw the bags on the groaned, angrily opening the edge door to shove the food in there. “Hello?” You got closer, standing right behind him.
“I didn’t know you were calling other men to come by our house alone. You can’t do this when Eri comes in.” He was basically throwing in the food now, the poor grapes and carrots chucked to the back.
“Like Snipe isn’t our friend, what was going to happen? He helped me move the bed.” You were leaning over him now, anger now filling you. It’s been a while since you fought, the song and dance you both created had shifted over time.
“He’s your friend, not mine.” Aizawa stood up. “Plus, anything he did I could’ve done easily, there was no reason to call him. I live here too.” Aizawa got in your face, glowering.
“You’ve been busy. I’m not going to bother you-” 
“It wouldn’t be a bother! All I’ve been doing is making sure Eri’s healing process goes as scheduled, nothing I couldn’t have left to help you.” 
Both of you just stood there, breathing angrily in each other's spaces, chest to chest.
“Why do you care so much? Aren’t you happier that I’m taking the work off your hands?” You asked, anger ebbing away.
Aizawa said nothing in response, looking away slightly ashamed. 
“Because I don’t like other people in my house.” Bull.
“What about Nemuri or Hizashi? You have no problem with them coming over? Or Anan and Sejikiro?” You asked, genuinely confused.
His shoulders slumped, eyebrows slightly going up. “It’s different.” 
“How? In what way?” 
Aizawa’s tired eyes looked at you, and you realized what Fukukado was talking about.
“I recognize that look in your eyes when you look at him..”
“It just is, if you need my help, you can just call me. I’ll be there.”
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The first thing you noticed was how small she was, and how stringy and thin her hair was.
You were sitting in the hallway of the front door, wearing a Hello Kitty jacket and baggy sweatpants. Eri was clutching onto Aizawa’s hand painfully, but he made no move to pull away.
“Hey, little one.” You made no movement, both you and Aizawa letting her decide what to do. He was just staring at her, gauging her reactions.
She said your name, asking whether or not you were you.
“Yes I am, did Mr. Aizawa tell you I was a hero?” You asked softly, smiling at her. She nodded, one hand on her face.
“And I’m going to be living with you too?”
“Yes ma’am.” You nodded dutifully.
“Why, uhm..�� Her voice got quiet, and she mumbled into her hand. Aizawa crouched down, getting on her level. He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded shyly. She turned back to you, big eyes filling with tears. “Why didn’t you see me in the hospital?” She asked, looking down while her voice wavered. In turn, your eyes filled with tears, guilt ripping you open. You swallowed away your tears and leaned forward. 
“I’ve been busy getting your room all ready for you. Remember when Mr. Aizawa asked what your favorite animals and colors were?” You asked.
She turned back, eyes widening as she nodded.
“Well, want to go see?” She nodded enthusiastically again. You slowly got up, holding a hand out for her to grab. She did gratefully, but she never let go of Aizawa’s forcing you to walk side by side as you walked to her room. 
You opened the door, and she gasped, running in and looking excitedly at everything. You and Aizawa watched in adoration as she squealed, never moving from the doorway. 
You looked over at him and saw he was already staring at you.
“What?” You asked, laughing while a bashful blush spread across your face.
“You’ll do great, I don’t understand why you were so worried.” He shook his head, a small smile on his own face, ears burning hot. 
You exhaled out of your nose, smiling as you turned back to Eri, who was watching you two. She just slowly crawled up to you two, slowly hugging both of your legs. Her grip became tight, and you and Aizawa shot each other’s worried looks. 
“What’s wrong honey?”
“Eri is something wrong?”
She looked up to you two, face red and eyes watery. “You guys are like mommy and daddies.” She sniffed, “I promise I won’t hurt you.” 
You frowned deeply, eyes filling up again with tears. Aizawa started to blink rapidly, inhaling deeply as he looked up.
“Oh Eri, you could never hurt us. I promise to protect you.” You hugged her tiny frame, soothing her shaking. Aizawa joined you, hugging her just as tight.
“We’ll always be here for you, alright?”
That was a promise neither of you would break, no matter what happened.
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they make me mentally unwell,,AND BEFORE YOU ASK YESS I'LL WRITE A PT 3 its just this was already 12k words, and i knew that it would jest get more unreasonable the more I wrote,,,soooo,,,they make me so ill I just,,,
Also I know eri doesn't come home till later, but lick my bawls,,,I'm forcing parenthood on them
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battydora · 6 months
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pros reacting to you pulling them by their belt.
content: mildly suggestive , drabbles , adult reader!! , gn. reader (no body spec.) , however f. reader on midnight!!! (wlw) , confident / bold reader , established relationship (edgeshot, eraserhead, midnight) , situationship (best jeanist) , pet names , reader implied to be a hero (best jeanist) , reader calls midnight "mama" affectionately , reader is an UA teacher (eraserhead, midnight) , reader is a highly ranked and popular hero w sex appeal and shit you also have a kid attending ua (snipe) , also reader is taller (snipe)
a/n: this trope is such a tease ONGAWD. totally got excited with best jeanist don't mind me y'all, my man, thank u to my man
characters: edgeshot, best jeanist, eraserhead, snipe, midnight
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EDGESHOT
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–eyes widen for sure. you appear from behind him, surround him and your hand sneakily having its way with his belt so when his eyes are solely focused on yours he doesn't expect when he's being pullen against you.
–his cheeks turn red when his body bumps into yours, he definitely gulps to keep his composure, he tries so hard to not budge but his heart is racing like crazy and the sly smile in your face doesn't help, he loves when you take iniciative like this despite making him so flustered.
–"you need something, love?" he mutters out, eyes fixed on your lips. "mmh? do i need a reason to spend time with my favourite hero?" praises are his weakness, his blush expands to his face whole and closes his eyes shut, trying to regain power over himself but is caught off guard when both your hands slide all the way to his hips and then his butt.
–"you're just teasing now" he recognizes as he sighs defeated, knowing he can't resist your touch and rests his hands in the crooks of your neck gently. "i was teasing since the moment i got here" you add grinning, now leaning forward to kiss the skin of his exposed neck sweetly and squish his butt with adoration, not knowing what you were putting the man up to, he melts under your touch and don't expect him wanting less.
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BEST JEANIST
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–it is a day you arrive to genius agency only to salute the one and only fiber hero, who turns out to be the one you're in a situationship with. it is common to arrive and see a lot of people moving around and working, it is number three's agency after all, an active and abuzz workplace is something to expect but today specifically seems to be a very busy day.
–it is a coincidence indeed that while walking through the agency looking for the denim dressed hero you find the aforementioned walking alone in one of the hallways, you smile once you spot him and speed up to him.
"hey jeanie! how's it going?" your cheerful demeanour barely startles the hero once you step infront of him, stopping his walk, instantly wondering why are you there.
"y/n? what a surprise to see you at genius agency. what brings you here?" he asks in a collected manner, his gaze softening at the view of you, smile disguising behind his suit.
"oh nothing, i was just passing by on my break and wondered how the most handsome man on earth would be doing so i decided to pay him a visit" he closes his eyes and tilts slightly his head downwards at the compliment.
"you're so flattering as always, i adore that you keep me so in mind" he stares at you again as you gift him a grin.
"of course, why wouldn't i?" you shrug your shoulders proudly and then rest your hands on your hips, staring the man into his eyes "so? how's your day going? busy as always? oh, i hope i'm not interrupting something important by the way" you excuse yourself quickly, you passed by without really thinking it through but you see him shake his head.
"it's been quite busy today, we have a lot of work going on, a lot of brand new interns and novice heroes to form but your presence here does not bother me a bit, it actually brightens the day" your eyes shine at his words and your smile widens.
"oww, you're so sweet" you answer bringing your hand to your chest, endeared, his words flutter happily around your mind "but it's a shame you're too busy, i'd really like to take you out on a date one of these days" you add, to which he nods.
"yes, me too i admit, we are not spending much time together lately" he sounds a bit dissapointed, since he starting hanging out with you, he realized how much he enjoyed spending time with someone off duty, especially with you, you seem to bring him this relieving joy to his everyday life he appreciates very much.
"that's a shame, i kinda miss you" you say taking a step closer to him, gazing away "so that pushes me to crash into your agency like this" you add playfully, he sees through your actions a little, the sudden approach makes him lift a brow.
"that's not so bad, at least we get to see eachother, even if it's for a brief moment" he plays along, acting casual.
"yeah..." you go silent for a moment, then look at him again "but i really hope i'm no trouble here, don't wanna bother our number three hero too much" your hand reaches his jazzy belt to fit your index finger between it and his jeans and rapidly pull him towards you, your voice comes out teasing this time, a sly smile on your face, paying close attention to his reaction.
he was caught off guard but plays along naturally, yet hypervigilant that no one is around, he is a man that cares a lot about his public image, he can't imagine having to deal with comments about his sex life in social media just because a fellow hero was too close to him at work. which he minds, a lot, and you know that and still like to tease him, but he does not complain at all. tsunagu looks at you, smiling despite his collar covering half of his face.
"as i said, you don't bother me a single bit, you're always pleasant to have around" his voice deepens, you can tell, and the look in his eyes expresses approval while they remain attentive to the place surrounding you, that exact focus is the one you aim the most to break.
"yeah? then it wouldn't mind if take a minute or two of your time" your brows rise and loosen in a fast movement, implying that you would want to drag him into the closest private room as soon as possible, you pull him even closer by his belt, enough to have your bodies touching.
"you're playing with fire here, y/n" he mumbles, convinced that he already fell into your charms.
"then what's left for you than to reform me? discipline is not part of my vocabulary" you avow, challenging, your hands threaten to grab his hips but your clothes tighten around your body and you're pullen away quickly, best jeanist acts casually as a clerk walks past the two of you, greeting the hero. once they walk around the corner out of your sight, tsunagu flicks his fingers again, using his quirk to control all the fabric of your suit again and bring you close to him, a bold look in his green eyes.
"i can teach you a thing or two about discipline. let's go" you smile and bite your lower lip as he releases you and starts walking towards his office, you following closely behind, it doesn't matter how many things must be done and how busy the day is, he will always manage to make time for you.
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ERASERHEAD
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–shouta finds himself blinking twice the second he's walking through UA's halls nose buried in the exams he had ready for his students and suddenly being dragged by his belt buckle completely distorting his route as you make him face you. appearently he was so focused in his work he didn't even notice you were walking to him, so now having his body so close to yours in such unexpected motion, makes him blush for a brief moment. his mind muses the event, thoughtfully thinking about the hand that's still grabing his belt, is it weird to get turned on by a belt pull that totally doesn't mean to?
–"hey, where's my hallway kiss?" you tease playfully, pouting your lips into a kissing manner, to which he blinks back to reality and frowns. "we're at work, it's inappropiate" you whine in reply and let go of his belt "aw babe, you always say 'iT's iNaPprOpiATe' when there's literally no one around" you pout and complain while he continues to prove his point, he disliked PDA... more than average "out of school hours and hero duty is when we get to be a couple, right here, right now we're teachers, now move."
–you chuckle and let him go, you know that's how he is but you never want to miss the chance to tease him, however you aren't entirely aware of what you caused seconds ago, shouta sticks to the feeling of you pulling him towards you by his belt, the thought spins in his head for the rest of the day, wondering if you'd ever do it again though he'll never ask.
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SNIPE
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–you're used to cameras following you wherever you go, wether they're reporters or crazy paparazzis following, that's the price a popular hero like yourself has to pay for being highly ranked and having a great celebrity profile, people grow curious about you and your personal life and while trying to saciate the curiosity, stalking becomes a hobby, at this point you don't really care but you take it personal when they try to involve your child with your hero profile, you're relieved it's UA the school they attend to because the Principal doesn't allow journalists or reporters in, which helps you feel like your child is safe from media. however it's still stressing when you have to pick them up from school.
–hopefully no creepy stalkers followed you today, it is a pretty chill day so you don't have to worry about your child being exposed to media as much. you walk into UA, you would normally wait for your kid outside but today you have to reach one of the teachers to talk about some things about your kid's grades so you decided to pick them up directly by their classroom. when you're about to walk around a corner, someone unexpectedly runs into you. you skillfully react and hold to this person's belt and pull them towards you roughly so you won't fall aswell.
–this person, who seems to be a man with a cowboy-looking appearence, bumps into your chest abruptly out of inertia "hey cowboy, don't trip" you say playfully as soon as you assure your balance and the stranger's, letting go of his belt and smiling down at him.
–it takes him a moment to react but when he does he seems flustered by the fact of being that close to you so he takes a step back accomodating his hat and then kindly apologizing "i apologize, i should've watched where i was going" he bows respectfully as he speaks, to which you smile.
–"don't worry about it" you manage to wink at him before continuing your way to your kid's classroom. once your tall figure goes distant and eventually dissapears from his sight as you walk, snipe slams his hand against his forehead, eyes totally wide and cheeks fully red, he is lucky to have a mask to cover his face but the man is a flustered mess, not only because the unusual proximity, the belt pull AND the unbelievably high tension of a three second situation but also that it was his hero crush he bumped into.
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MIDNIGHT
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–you sure catch your woman off guard when you drag her to a lonely hallway in UA after school hours, just about when all the teachers are about to go home and all the students left. her mouth curves into a grin at the excitement glowing in your eyes and plays along. "oh? where does this come from?" nemuri asks, sky blue eyes looking directly into your own.
–"nothing in particular... i just, spent my day missing you, mama" you answer playfully as your hand reaches her belt and begins to pull her towards you, walking backwards until your back hits the wall behind you.
–your motion immediately makes her belly flutter, you are being so tempting right now she does nothing more than follow you instantly with a unsettling smirk on her face, she does not hesitate and as soon as you hit the wall, she slams her hand next to you head, gluing your bodies together as her knee sneakily seeps between your thighs. "and how is it that you can't even wait to get home? we're at school right now, sweetheart, you missed me that much?" "a whole lot, baby, i want you so bad" when you answer that with a playful smirk on your face, she giggles as she leans to your ear to whisper your lewd sentence "you needy little thing, i'm gonna ruin you so bad."
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daveedsfeet · 11 months
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i kinda miss posting on here tbh
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sev-on-kamino · 1 year
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Focus
Crosshair x medic!reader - can be read as a stand-alone, but it’s a follow up to “Visual Learner”.
warnings: Crosshair being a tease, highly suggestive, guns, passing mentions of surgical terms, fluffy with a sprinkle of lust, if I missed any please tell me
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You were trying not to be clingy, but ever since your first night together, you were having a hard time staying away from Crosshair. Surprisingly, he tolerated this, even encouraged it. Looking at you expectantly, as he prepared to go off on his own. Tech had pointed out that you enjoyed parallel play, being alone together. This meant while Crosshair was shooting to keep his skills sharp, you were studying medical journals, or utilizing practice kits for new surgical techniques.
The sound of his rifle firing just behind you was honestly helpful. You were able to block it completely, keep your hands steady, and your sutures were as neat as if you were in a surgical suite.
You’d gotten so successful at blocking it that you didn’t even notice it had stopped until Crosshair’s tall slender frame had cast a shadow across your work. You looked up at him, a slight smile tugging at your lips, eyebrows raised in question.
He jerked his head towards the berth he’d just been occupying at the range. You hastily put away the kit you were working on, shoving it in your pack before moving over to where he’d indicated.
Before you could ask what he wanted, he offered you his rifle. His. Rifle. Not the sub-par backup you’d taught yourself on. The modded out beauty that was Crosshair’s pride and joy.
You reached for the offered treasure, and then hesitated, narrowing your eyes at the sniper.
“Is this a test?”
He rolled his eyes.
“Take it before I change my mind,” he said pressing it into your hands. “Show me your stance.”
You moved into position, and immediately looked back at him for approval. With two surprisingly gentle fingers, he guided your face back to the scope.
He stepped back to observe a moment. “Shoot the target.”
You closed one eye, and looked down the scope. You exhaled slowly, before squeezing the trigger. You looked up grinning, a clean shot through the heart.
“Again, same spot,” he commanded.
“Like through the first hole?” you questioned incredulously.
“Problem?”
“No, sir,” you cleared your throat and went through your motions again, swearing as the shot was off. There were now 2 holes through the target, side by side like twins. You groaned in irritation.
“Connect them,” Crosshair ordered.
You looked down the scope at the thinnest strip of paper separating the two holes, and then back at Crosshair like he’d sprouted another head.
“Seriously?”
“Giving up so soon?” he challenged.
“No,” you replied defiantly.
“Then do it, and stop whining.”
Determined you looked down the scope again. Inhale, exhale, squeeze.
Your third shot obliterated the tiny barrier turning two holes into a capsule shape void in the target’s chest. Feeling cocky, you smirked at him. He merely raised his eyebrow. Unimpressed.
He crowded into your space, bracing his arms on either side of you, as he pressed his body up against yours. Dropping his head, his lips brushed the shell of your ear as he spoke.
“Two to the head, same place twice, and you can ask me for one thing,” he promised.
You bit your lip and focused. As you looked down the scope, one of his hands found your hip. Your jaw clenched. Inhale, his lips found the delicate spot behind your ear. Exhale, his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Your finger moves to the trigger, and you hesitate.
“Take the shot,” he commands.
“You’re distracting me,” you whine.
“I said no whining. Take the shot.”
Inhale, exhale, squeeze. You relax, as you see the shot has gone through the target’s left eyebrow.
“Again,” he’s still ordering you around, and it’s winding you up worse than the physical contact.
Inhale, he tightens his hold on you. Exhale, and squeeze, as Crosshair sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You arch into him, causing him to press closer, so you’re trapped between his body, and the counter. He’s sucking the spot, teasing it with his tongue.
You look down the scope, swearing when you see your second shot is 3 full inches away from the first. Your eyes are fiery when you look back at him. Frustrated because the shot was off, and because he had wound you up so tightly, you could snap.
Crosshair meets your gaze, and smirks. He was impressed you’d hit the target at all, much less still scoring a headshot. He loves seeing you like this. Determined, defiant, eager to prove yourself, and no doubt soaking wet for him. It was tempting to reward you, and himself, but you were doing so well, and so close to a breakthrough.
He’d brag to the others when you were busy in the med bay about how well you’d done, but for now…
“Double or nothing?” He offers. Your face lights up.
“Absolutely. Be prepared to pay up, Cross,” You reply, more determined than ever.
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idkagoodname · 1 month
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My Voice, My Mind, Me
My Hero Academia Reader Insert
What would happen if a young kid was shoved into a life of criminal activities because of their unique abilities. What would happen if they had an opportunity to change.
a/n: this is a series about a kid who has the ability to control people through his voice.
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Prologue ~ 1
The projects- Kamagasaki, Osaka, is where you were born. Ultimately, forgotten about and uncared for by police and rarely ever patrolled by hero's- and if there was, you would consider them D rank, probably more like E rank. Which meant the area was riddled with gangs, thugs, theives, the average person, was what you would believe.
You were born into this environment, your family belonged to a small gang on the west side of town. And despite the infamy, life here wasn't that bad, you basically knew everyone by the age of five. Or more accurately everyone knew who you were. When your quirk manifested it was a spectacle, a miracle even. Your mother was quirkless, and your father had a simple projection quirk that made his voice louder. So when you had fought with a kid in the middle of class, it was more of a glorified homeschool (also considered a glorified daycare) with kids from all over the neighborhood.
Anyways, some kid had poured the remaining paint you had all over the portrait you had spent two whole days on, and begged your mom for hours to buy you paints for it. So when you yelled at him for ruining your drawing and screaming at him " if you wanted the paint so badly you should just eat it!" and to the 'teachers' horror when she walked back into the room to see everyone fighting to swallow paint, and your crying face because everyone was now ruining your portrait and for some reason your throat was killing you.
From then on, your life was changed, not that you would really remember. You were forced out of school and introduced to the new life of a gang at the very young age of 4. Your parents had tried to leave the city with you, but were ultimately found, and sadly killed. And since you could barely withstand the use of your powerful voice, the people who took you slowly started to implement their work into your daily life.
"where's mommy?" you would ask to the men who came and go throughout the new place you stayed at.
"She's in a better place"
"like somewhere it don't smell?"
"Haha! Somewhere like that"
"is she coming back?"
"Mm I don't think so."
"I want my mommy!"
"Calm down kid, calm down" people rushed past you "someone get the boss!"
"I WANT MY MOM!" You continued to scream and now thrash about as some members had tried to contain you and cover your mouth causing you to bite the hands of these men.
"G!-" you were cut off by a wave of calm and your body went somewhat slack as you felt a hand rub the top of your head.
"whats wrong with you now?" the voice said, and you looked up to see Makato, he was closer with the gang leader, and hence had a higher up position within the small West Side gang. He was also ordered to be your personal caretaker, aka make sure you don't freak out and use your quirk on accident. His quirk allowed him to influence a person's emotions through physical contact. Very effective for keeping you in line.
"I...miss my mom"
"but she left you. She left you here why would you want her back?" The voice sympathized, and grabbed both sides of your head. You felt the slow creep of anger through your chest, but not anger, sadness? Disgust?..Betrayal.
"She's not coming back, but we're here for you. We'll teach you how to survive, because yer mommy left you but we'll stay for you. Pinky promise?"
The bad feelings you felt were suddenly replaced by feelings of trust, trust toward the man in front of you, and the trust for the people around you. You rubbed eyes tired from the onslaught of emotions thrusted upon you and brought up your pinky to meet Makotos.
"..kay".
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mxeve0 · 11 months
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Snipe (mha) X Fem Reader
Warning: 18+ only, MINORS DNI, angry sex, unprotected sex, masochism/sadism(female receiving), fingering, oral fixation, degradation, asphyxiation kink
Context - The students in training pissed him off, so he takes it out on you. (Snipe doesn't have a confirmed name, so we'll just call him Kenji)
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You heard the front door slam, then a bag thump on the ground. Kenji was home, and he wasn't happy. Closing the fridge door and putting your drink on the counter, you turned around and wandered to the kitchen door. You heard the click of a lighter and looked down the hallway to see the flame illuminating his face. His brow was furrowed and as he put the lighter away, his eyes seemed to glow from beneath the shadow his hat created.
"I thought we'd spoken about that," you reminded him, nodding to the cigarette and he walked closer.
"Yeah well I need it. Open a window or something." You huffed, but you went and opened the kitchen window above the sink. He came and stood next to you, his other arm wrapped around your waist. You kissed his neck and said,
"Well, your cousin called and he invited us out to brunch for his birthday next Sunday. Now, I was thinking I could either wear that white blouse I bought last week and go a little formal, or wear those cargos you bought me the week before and go a little more casual. Now if I put them together that would be a mess so I just need to know whether or not it's-"
"Shut up!" Kenji yelled from beside you, causing your ears to ring. He turned and put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the counter before wrapping his other hand around you. His fingers hooked over the waistband of your shorts and slid them down. "Just. Be quiet." You placed a kiss on his jaw and buried your head into the crook of his neck. He didn't mean to yell, he never did. You knew he was upset when he walked in, but this was more than just being upset. He was mad, and using you to cool off was honestly the easiest thing. Besides, you didn't mind.
Kenji pulled you up and placed you on the counter, the marble cold on your ass. You played with his hair as he pulled your t-shirt off of you, throwing it somewhere behind him. Feeling him struggle to take off your bra, you did it for him. He huffed and began to attack your neck, biting and pulling on the skin. At one point, you felt his fangs (a genetic mutation from his mother's side) pierce the skin. He licked away the blood and moved further down your body, continuing to ruthlessly attack it.
You moved your hands down the back of his neck, stroking the small hairs on the nape of his neck. As his mouth moved onto your tits, you couldn't help the moans that escaped your throat. You looked down to see the trail of hickies and bite marks that covered your sternum.
He moved away from your body, coming back up to kiss you. As the heat of his breath travelled down your throat, you took his hat and put it on your head, before proceeding to unbutton his cloak and drop it on the floor. You unbuckled the straps on his white armour and then pulled off his black tank top. As he pulled away to let you take it off, he looked up at the hat before saying,
"You better own up to that later, sweetheart." You smirked as his lips met back with yours. Your hands roamed his back, fingertips brushing over the numerous scars he had from fighting. Kenji's hands roamed around your body, moving from your stomach to your back then to your chest. You deepened the kiss, desperate for it to last longer, but you were both running out of breath.
He pulled away and took a moment to take in the view. Noticing the wet patch on your panties, he smiled.
"Already? Just from that? Slut," he muttered the last bit under his breath, but you still heard it. He pushed the fabric to the side to get a better look at what he was dealing with. His eyes flicked from your wet cunt to your face, an evil smile painted on his. "Open up for me darlin'," Kenji ordered as he traces he's fingers up your body and to your lips. Begrudgingly, you obliged. You like being a brat, but maybe while he was angry wasn't the best time to be one. He slipped his middle fingers inside, coating them with your saliva.
He took them out and bought them back down to your cunt, stroking your clit before inserting them. His thick fingers seemed to fill you up almost instantly. You bit down on his neck to muffle your moans. He grunted as you sunk your teeth into his skin. You watched muscles in his arm flex as he repeatedly pumped his fingers into you, sending an undescribable sensation up your body. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. Letting go of his neck, you connected your lips with his. Having nothing to block your moans, they travelled down his throat.
With no warning, he pulled his fingers out, separated his lips from yours, and inserted his fingers into your mouth. The taste was sweet as your juices dripped from his fingers onto your tongue.
"Go on," Kenji ordered, his piercing gaze focused on your mouth. Reluctantly, you swirled your tongue around his fingers. He smirked before pulling them out and beginning to unbuckle the belt. "Sofa. Now."
Hopping down from the counter, you sauntered over to the couch. On your way, you felt his belt hit your ass. You winced in pain before sitting in the middle of the couch. You watched as he towered over you, doing something with his belt. He grabbed your shoulder and pulled you forward, and used the belt to tie your hands behind your back. Using one hand to prop himself up on the sofa, he used the other to slide your panties down your legs.
You noticed the surprisingly large bulge in his boxers. You were too wrapped up in the pleasure and pain from the biting and fingering to notice it growing, but now that it was right in your face, it was all you could see. Using his free hand to spread your legs apart, Kenji pressed his lips against yours. He bit and pulled at your lip, keeping you distracted from the fact that pulled down his boxers and was about to push the tip inside.
You moaned into him as you felt him stretch you out. He seemed bigger than you remember, which was odd as he had always been pretty big. But, it felt good, so why bother complaining.
Noticing that your eyes were closed in pain, he stayed still for a minute, giving you time to adjust. You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding and he began to thrust into you, each time seeming to hit the perfect spot. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you threw your head back into the couch. Your nails dug at the skin on his back as he put his mouth on your tit.
Your legs began to tremble as you came closer and closer to your climax. Kenji let go of your tit and moved his hand up towards your neck. Placing pressure on either side of your neck, breathing seemed to become a manual task. You felt your head getting dizzy and your vision slipping away.
"Huh, that turn you on, whore?" He barked between thrusts. You managed to squeak out a small yes, the pressure on your neck making speaking impossible. He let go for a second so you could get your breath back before reapplying the pressure. Your wrists rubbed against the belt and you knew it was going to leave marks.
Kenji let go of your neck and moved his hand up to your hair. He brushed his fingers through it a few times, before taking some in his fist and pulling. He pulled it back; the skin at your neck felt like it was going to rip from the stretching. Tears formed at the corner of your eyes from the pain, and yet part of you didn't want him to stop. You moved one of your arms from his neck to his arm, partially to keep yourself stable as he continued to pump into you, but also to feel the muscles flex as he pulled your hair. They were attractive, and you were tired of pretending they weren't. The tears that had formed in the corners of your eyes rolled down your cheeks. He let go of your hair and wiped the tears away.
Your breathing became heavy as you felt your climax growing closer and closer. Kenji grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards him, hitting the very back of your cunt. Your nails dug into his skin, drawing blood from his arm. He used his thumb to work on your clit, driving you closer to your climax.
Your back arched when it hit, your body spasming uncontrollably. Kenji slowed to a stop while you came down from your high, moaning through your teeth.
"Fuck," you sighed as your arms went limp and dropped to your side. Your body stopped shaking as he dropped your legs and pulled himself out. His dick bounced on your stomach a few times before he pumped it with his hand, bringing himself closer. His other hand brushed against your thigh.
You watched as he fell apart, his cock twitching as it spurted out thick ropes of cum that landed on your stomach.
"Shit," he moaned under his breath, looking at the scene before him. You were laid out in front of him, eyes closed and breathing heavy, painted with his cum. He wanted the image to stay with him forever.
"Stay there while I clean you up," he ordered before disappearing into the kitchen. Your breathing steadied and you lifted your head. He came back with towels and worked on wiping away the remains.
"Feel better?" you asked, twirling his locs around your fingers.
"I do. Thank you," Kenji answered, placing a kiss on your forehead. He backed away, taking the hat from you. "You can own up to this later," he smirked, putting it back on his head. You smiled as he undid the belt from around your wrists.
After regaining your strength enough to get dressed, you plopped down on the couch next to him and his arm snaked his way around your wrist.
"I love you, you know that right? And I'm sorry for shouting earlier," He said, looking down at you. His gaze was soft and caring.
"It's alright, you know I'm here for you," you replied, nuzzling into his neck.
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twistedoverbloat · 2 years
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российский юу на мероприятии с бобами мог рассказать другим, как их с 8 лет учили собирать, разбирать оружие, стрелять из него. у них также были соревнования на скорость и точность стрельбы, где главным призом была книга об оружии и диплом (но когда я сам участвовал, книги с оружием кончились и мне дали книгу об анатомии человека и ядах). Я пишу это через переводчика, так что что-то может быть странным, извините. И я тоже не знаю, как отправлять такие сообщения (?), Так как делаю это впервые, поэтому даже не знаю, увидите ли вы это
I'm deeply sorry I don't under stand Russian. I'll try and google translate but if someone does know what this means please tell me-
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So I got a rough translation of this and yeah beansday with Russia Yuu is just sooo fucking crazy-
Yuu saw a bean blaster and started sniping Monsters out like it was a cake walk. Everyone was able to survive because Yuu carried the team. They even got Jack out in the first thought because they saw him as a big threat.
Azul couldn't understand the messages they sent to the other Farmers. So they had a secret codes to tell each other where to and not to go. When Jade went to Sam's shop Yuu was there and almost got Azul out. He ran away and they got new gear from Idia, Russia Yuu looked at him once and he gave everything to them free of charge.
Yuu had everyone be a distraction as they had a bean revolver in their shirt and booked it for the harp when Jack since he didn't get out got close he got a bean to the head and was out and Yuu triumphantly shown off the hair to the farmers.
Everyone was so surprised since it was only 3 hours and Yuu had the most Monsters out. Yuu stood there straight as a soldier as Vargas praised them. Yuu scoff and looked at the monster team "Ever since I was 8 my father taught me to assemble, disassemble, and shoot any type of weapon known to man. This was piece of cake." Vargas was shocked and nodded. He then handed them the book of different weapons and poison books from them and also the extra credit for P.E.
The monster team swore if Yuu ever was on the Farmers team again. They will win.
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Guys you’re gonna be so mad… but I’m finally posting the Valentine’s Day edits 😭😭😭 like not pre vday but like romantic love night edits 😭😭 happy very late Valentine’s Day here’s the romance from a few staff members and a villain.
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aliveinacoffin · 8 months
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Hating you as well
(And loving you so much more)
PT Uno, Part Two, Part Tres (you're HERE)
Part three of Hating you as well, where you and Aizawas feelings fester and grow now that Eri seems keen on pushing you two together
Tw!: Suggestive language, erm, i think thats it lmao
Fem!Reader, She/Her pronouns
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The transition for Eri was an extremely strange one. First, it felt like living with a baby deer, no sudden movements and explicit information on what was going on. The knives had to be hidden, so as to not trigger Eri. You spent your lunch with her, and she was tossed around during the day, every free period a teacher had was spent with the girl.
It was one night a week into her living at the apartment that changed everything.
In your room, you and Aizawa separated your beds with a thick curtain, giving off a semblance of privacy. You had completely taken over the bathroom, makeup, your hair care, hair dryer, and other things cluttering the space up. You had also taken over the majority of his room, posters, papers and clothes littered the space. Still, you both slept in your separate beds, mostly avoiding each other in the room as much as possible.
Until Eri came into the room sniffling.
You both made a point to keep the door open, telling her she could come in at any time.
"H-hello?" She walked in, holding a stuffed cat, sniffing. You shot up out of bed, your bed giving you a perfect view of the door.
"Yes Eri?"
"Eri?" Aizawa got up, pulling back the curtain to look at her.
"Uhm…" She trailed off, standing still, she still wasn't used to voicing her opinions, afraid to ask for things.
"It's okay to use your big girl voice Eri, you're safe here." Aizawa crouched down, looking straight at her.
"Can I sleep with you? I had a nightmare." She looked down, tears gently pooling down her face. You sighed resting your head back onto your pillow.
"Of course." You heard shuffling, but it stopped. "Eri?" He asked, confused.
"Both of you, please?" That made you look up again, staring at the little girl. The hallway light made her look so fragile, and you looked up at Aizawa, who was just staring at you, dumbfounded, arms outstretched to her but frozen.
"Y-yeah, of course." Aizawa just stared, shocked.
"Thank you." Her voice was small, and immediately she went to your bed, and you shifted to the wall and allowed her to crawl in. She peeked over, looking at Aizawa. "Are you gonna join us?"
Aizawa just looked at you, but slowly crawled over. He tried to lay over the blankets, but Eri refused, forcing him to get under the blankets as well. She laid directly in the middle forcing you against the wall and Aizawa hanging over the edge. Her breathing slowed, and she fell into a restful sleep.
Your eyes drifted away from her and up to him, watching him watching you.
A small smirk crawled over your face, "This is inappropriate y'know." You whispered.
He shook his head, deadpanned. "This is for her." 
Your smile dropped, as did your eyes. "I know."
"I-" He started, and he grabbed your attention. You watched him again, and he just sighed and rolled on his back. "Get some sleep, we have work tomorrow."
"Right." 
When did things become so unfamiliar again?
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The weeks stretched on like that, you working Eri in any way you could, Aizawa keeping watch of her quirk, and her getting used to this new life. Every day you both were mandated to make a report out to the Hero Commission, warned that any sight of trouble she'd immediately be sent back to the hospital.
"Have you filled out the report yet?" Aizawa asked, stirring whatever was for dinner. You looked up at him through your pile of tests. Shaking your head.
"Not yet, I'm behind. I'm trying to catch up before I do." Eri was currently in her room, having a really hard day.
Aizawa sighed heavily. “You need to get it done before ten. Today.”
“I know. But I’m weeks behind on grading, I have time.” You scratched your head, normal pen in your head as you scratched off right and wrong answers.
“Do you? It’s a large report, even if you start now you’ll barely get it done before it’s done.” You turned back at him, silent anger washing into your body. Your eyes flashed to Eri’s open door, remembering to keep your voice down.
“Will you stay out? I’m a grown adult, I’m not your student.” You whispered, voice filled with venom.
“If we fail to even turn in one, the commission will take her away. Do you want her to deal with the added trauma of that?” He shot back, voice also a whisper.
“And I’ll fucking do it, Jesus Christ, if I fall any further behind Nedzu will reprimand me for it. I’m nearly a month behind.” You were now clutching the back of the couch, furiously whisper shouting at the man.
“Watch your mouth, you need to keep your language under control.” 
That made you break. You snatched up your papers and got up, storming past him. Eri decided to walk out right at that moment and looked at you terrified. Your anger waned, and you smiled at her, getting down on her level.
“Hey babe, you feeling better?” You didn’t reach out to her, instead, you gave her space.
“Mhm…are you mad?” She tilted her chin down, looking scared all over again.
“No honey, now that I see you’re cute face, I’m all better.” You smiled brightly, hiding the touches of anger that were still left.
“But you were?” She prodded again.
“Yes, a little, but it was nothing you did. Between you and me,” You leaned forward, cupping one hand over your mouth. She stared at you, and you waved her closer. She did, rather hesitantly, and you whispered in her ear. “Mr. Aizawa is a big grumpypants.” Her eyes widened slightly at that, looking at said grumpypants. You leaned back, knees groaning at the movement. “And I just need a little break, like you do.” You nodded. “But I’m not mad anymore, and you did nothing wrong pretty girl.” You slightly booped her nose, standing straight up to disappear to your half of the room.
You quickly finished up the last of your appears, and sped through Eri's report. You opened the notes section, checking the time, it was nine-thirty, suck that Aizawa.
:Regressed today, and spent most of the day in her room. When we checked in on her, the sight of us in the doorway startled her, so we gave her space, calling for her from farther in the house so as to not upset her. Lost control for five seconds, but was quickly shut down by Aizawa, and soothed by me. Came out on her own for dinner.
You were still working when Aizawa crept back in the room, no words were exchanged between you two. When Eri came in for nightly cuddles, you worked at the foot of the bed, feeling two pairs of eyes watching you.
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The next morning was silent, Eri’s wide red eyes constantly bounced between you and Aizawa. 
He was eating breakfast hunched over the kitchen counter, scrolling through the hero network, while you tiredly worked through your schoolwork on the table, barely touching your food.
“Are you two…mad at me?” She asked suddenly, breaking the tense silence.
That got both of your attention, both of you flying to her side. 
“Of course not sweety, why would you say that?” You asked, rubbing her back in soothing motions.
“L-last night, yo-you didn’t sleep with us,” She looked at you, and guilt ate at you, she turned to Aizawa, “And you’re not eating breakfast with us.” She sniffled.
“Eri-”
“Honey-”
You both spoke over each other, and you looked up at Aizawa. Before when you had your spats you were able to just fight it out, now you had to sleep in the same bed and pretend everything was fine for the sake of Eri.
“We’re sorry, we never meant to make you worry.” Aizawa reassured. “We’re not mad at you at all, you did nothing wrong.”
“Yeah, you’re okay, I promise. It’s just..adults are weird.” You settled on that, and Aizawa just looked at you. “We’re being silly, that’s all.” 
“Promise?” She asked, holding her stuffed animal tighter.
“I pinky promise! The best promise there is.” You smiled, wiping away stray tears on her face. She gave a tiny smile, and leaned into your lap, resuming to eat. Aizawa made a move to get up, and she quickly looked at him. The man froze, and sat back down, now realizing you both were stuck here.
Mirio dropped by after breakfast, right on time as usual. He had Aizawa and you on speed dial, under specific instructions to call Aizawa first if anything went wrong, or felt like Eri could be in any type of trouble.
You both walked out, tense air in the elevator. Neither of you said anything, while the elevator dinged down, the silence stretching as you walked to your classrooms. You knew Aizawa would go to the teacher's lounge usually late to his own class anyway, whereas you were often early to yours.
On the walk to the school, he was the first to break the silence.
"Last night…" He started, hiding his face in his scarf. You looked at him, both of your eyebags apparent. It had been a hard month, the first few weeks both of you were working on making the home ready for Eri, and the last half you spent with said girl. But the violence around you and Aizawa grew, each of you taking your frustrations out on one another, but you couldn't say the things you needed to, fight it out like you used to. 
"Yeah?" You started, somewhat hopeful you could start an emotional conversation, instead of just pretending like nothing was happening between you two.
Aizawa was lost for words for a moment, and you two stopped right in front of the doorway. His eyes were filled with conflicting emotions, but he settled on one, a familiar one.
"It can't happen again, you need to be there for Eri, as do I." That cold tone was back, the anger. Why did you expect anything different?
"Right, sure. See you at the house." You walked away, trying to fight off tears.
You left him there, regret filling his being. Because the truth was? He never had been angry with you, he was just always angry at himself, and you were always there.
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“I’m spending the night at Snipe's house.” You said over lunch, looking at the papers scattered around the table.
“What?” Aizawa snapped his head up at you, and Eri looked up at you with wide eyes.
“You-” Your eyes flashed to Eri, and the bitter response that rested on the tip of your tongue fizzled out and died. “I’m just going to spend the night a floor above us.” I’ll still be here.
“Why?” Aizawa held no effort to hold back his anger. 
You shrugged, putting food in your mouth. “Just ‘cause.”
“No.” 
“No? I wasn’t asking, I was telling you Aizawa.” Your voice was cold, and Eri looked terrified between you two. 
“And I’m telling you, you can’t go.” His voice was as cold as yours, ice filled the room.
“Well, why not?” You decided to humor him, because why in the fuck did this man get to dictate your life?
“Because….Eri needs you here.” Because I need you here.
You took a deep breath, he didn’t get to use Eri like that. You turned to her, “What do you think sweet girl? Is it okay if I spend the night at another person's house?” Another man's house.
She was lost for words for a moment looking between you two. “Uhm, I-I-” Her breathing quickened, both of you rushing to her side. She clutched onto Aizawa’s black shirt, and you both realized you had placed her right in the middle of your fight.
“Oh sweetie I’m sorry, I’m sorry we upset you.” You kept your hands to yourself, looking up at her from her spot on the chair.
“It’s alright, we’re sorry hunny.” Aizawa mumbled from his spot, softly rubbing a hand on her head. 
After a moment of you two just mumbling apologizes and praises, she calmed down enough to answer.
She nodded her head, looking at you through her wet eyelashes. “It’s…it’s okay.” 
That shocked the both of you, you expected her to ask you to stay.
“A-are you sure? It’s okay if you say no, you’re opinion matters and I will listen to what you want.” You reassured, voice soft but firm to show you meant what you said.
“Absolutely, we won’t get mad, and you can voice your feelings.” Aizawa doubled down, still holding her.
“I-I’m sure, Mirio comes over and hangs out, and Mr. Snipe is nice. I’ll be okay.” Her voice was small, and she refused to make eye contact with you while she spoke, but her words made you melt. She wanted you to hang out with your friends as well.
“Okay, thank you babe.” You smiled, whispering. She weakly held her arms out, and you picked her up, wrapping her in a tight hug and spun. She squealed, but even when you stopped she held onto you. Looking over to Aizawa, you saw conflict behind his eyes. Good, dumbass.
Later, when you went back to your classes you texted to confirm things with Snipe.
Off Brand Cowboy 🤠🐎: Great, see you then ;)
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“Just call me if you need anything, alright?” You said, accepting the clothes that Eri handed you. She had insisted on helping you pack, even if you were just bringing over a backpack with your nightly routine, a charger, papers, and pajamas.
“Okay.” The little girl nodded. Over the month that she had escaped the terrible grips of Kai Chisaki, she had slowly but surely gotten better. Some days were hard for her, but she will have those days for the rest of her life. Maybe one day the image of the bird mask that haunted her will be nothing but a nightmare when she’s older, but for now, it was as if he still lived in the shadows. She was getting better at voicing her opinions, saying no when needed, and getting better at adjusting to normal life, of course, lunch was not a test of that. Arguing seemed to upset her in a muted way, and you questioned whether or not it was because she thought the anger would be turned to her. Her therapist seemed to think so, asking you two to keep your words kind and positive. Show her what healthy and normal relationships look like. You’d have to make it up to her later.
You stopped shoving things in the black backpack, you looked up at her, softly grabbing her hand. 
“I’m being serious, if you just want cuddles, just call me and I’ll be right there.” You made unbroken eye contact with her, while she stared back.
“Promise?” She asked, voice a whisper.
You smiled, and stood up straight. 
“Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” You put your hand on your heart, then spread your arms out like wings, and finished off the phrase by sticking your palm flat on your eye. You decided to rip the phrase off My Little Pony, agreeing with Aizawa that the real phrase was too dark for Eri. She gave a small, closed-mouth smile, and jumped up to give you a hug. You laughed, holding her tightly. She pulled her head back and looked at you.
“Thank you, Ms. I’ll be okay.” She sounded so confident, like she was willing herself to be okay for you.
“Okay, sweet girl.” You put her down and zipped up your back. Slinging it over your shoulder you walked out of the room, with little Eri hot on your heels. You picked up your laptop on your way out, but you stopped at the doorway. Eri right behind you, and Aizawa leaning at the end of the entryway. You crouched down again, holding her tight.
“It’s just for one night, and I’ll be right upstairs, alright.” She nodded in your grasp. “And you can call me whenever you want, okay?” Another nod. You pulled back and pressed your forehead on hers. “Early goodnight, alright?” 
“Goodnight.” She hugged you again, and you stood up, staring at Aizawa.
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret in the morning.” Since lunch, he had been icy with you, hardly responding to texts, and if he did, they were short and dry. And when you both got home he acted as if you were a ghost, walking past you without even a passing glance. “And remember to fill out the report.”
“Thanks.” You looked down again, smiling while you ruffled her hair, mindful of her horn. “I’ll be back.” You left them standing in the same spot, closing the door quietly on them. The ride up was short, obviously, and you knocked on Snipe’s door. He opened it, wearing nothing but a tight grey tank top and short basketball shorts.
“Hope the ride up wasn’t too bad.” He joked, letting you pass. 
“Oh, it was awful.” You sighed, throwing your backpack on the floor, and basically threw your laptop on his table. You flopped on his couch, sighing heavily while lying on your face. He let out a loud laugh, warm and inviting. He sat down beside your head, throwing his arm over the couch while he clicked the TV on.
“Wanna watch something? The new Batman movie came out a while back, and I haven’t found the time to watch it.” You looked up at him, chin resting on the couch. 
“Thanks, but no thanks.” You sighed, getting up to grab your backpack and laptop. “I’ve got work to do.” You popped your fingers, putting your hair up to get started. 
“Now? It’s eight, and I thought you managed to get all your missing assignments done?” Snipe asked curiously, looking over at you.
“I did, it’s just one more thing I gotta do.” You shrugged, it usually takes an hour or two to fill out Eri's reports, having to write down every person she came into contact with, what she ate, how you dealt and interacted with her throughout the day, etc. Just loads of little things that you had to be hyper-specific about.
“Oh, alright.” He shrugged, putting on the movie anyway.
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You finished the report and had a light dinner with the man on the couch. Now you two were just sitting, watching a random comedy he had chosen. There was some space between you, enough for it to be respectable but not enough for it to be totally friendly. You were completely entrapped by the movie, smiling at whatever funny bit came on. 
But Snipe wasn’t. 
Unknowing to you, he was calculating the best way to make a move on you.
He decided to fully rest his arm on you, sliding it down from the back of the couch to your shoulders. You looked over at him but said nothing about his movements. He took that as a way for him to keep going, hand slowly sliding down your arm to rest at your hip, squeezing at the fat there. You fully looked over at him, making unbreaking eye contact with the dark man, his own watching you. Snipe slowly leaned over, getting in your face, coming to brush noses with you. You made no move to stop him, but you didn’t lean into him either. His lips brushed against yours, both of his hands coming to rest on your hips. Your hands went to his large chest, he was warm, sure, but it was wrong. Not the kind to keep you warm during a snow day, or the kind to hold you during rainy nights, he was just warm. 
Snipe sighed, head flopping down to your chest.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, confused by his sudden sound of defeat.
He looked up at you, a bittersweet smile on his lips. “Why’d you come over?” 
You shrugged, slightly shaking your head as you tried to format a response. “I just needed a break, Aizawa-” You rolled your eyes, laughing slightly as you said his name.
“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?’” Snipe cut you off, completely catching you off guard.
“What?” You were frozen on the spot, all emotions you had were replaced by the feeling of what.
“Every time you talk about him, no matter how mad you are, you always smile. You find a way to bring him into every conversation like he’s the only thing on your mind, and no one just agrees to watch over a child with someone they don’t love. Even now, you were thinking about him, weren’t you?” Snipe sat up, letting go to rest his elbow on the couch, tilting his head and setting in on his fist. You were frozen to the spot, lost for words while you processed his. 
Was that true? Even if he did piss you off, you did feel yourself smiling slightly with his name on your tongue, and it was hard not to talk about him when he just ticked you off every day. Rasing Eri was just a given, she needed more than just one support system to help her. There was no way…was there?
“I…I don’t know.” You whispered because you didn’t. Or maybe…
“You do, you just don’t want to.” He sighed, getting up. You scrambled to look over the couch, watching him with worried eyes as he opened his closet.
“I’m sorry.” He came back holding a thick blanket. 
“There’s no need. I’m gonna head to bed, alright?” Snipe turned around, putting his dreads up in a ponytail. 
“Alright.” He turned off the lights, leaving only the TV light on. You sat, stumped over what he had said. You couldn’t fall asleep that night, feeling too cold and lonely to do so comfortably. And horrifyingly you realized, you missed him.
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Somewhere downstairs…
“Eri, it’s alright, your okay.” Aizawa’s eyes burned, trying and failing to soothe the crying girl. She was ignoring him as she sobbed pitifully. 
Earlier after dinner, she had tried to help with cleaning the dishes, but she had dropped his favorite mug and had burst into tears when had cried out. That took forever to calm her down, as he wasn’t usually the one to comfort her over things like this. Then, when it was time for a bath, she wanted to do it by herself, which he respected. He waited and waited, and waited for her to come out, but after thirty minutes of pure silence, he politely asked to come in. When he got permission to do so, Aizawa found bubbles absolutely everywhere, overflowing the tub. Eri was dumping a whole bottle of conditioner on her head, and when Aizawa sternly told her no, she panicked and dropped it on her head, splattering it everywhere. That mess took two hours to clean up, having to calm her down and fix the bathroom up. Getting her to bed was another issue, she didn’t want to wear any of the pajamas, they were either too pink or too long, and some were too short, or not enough pink. 
In times like these he was somewhat glad she was able to act like a fussy six-year-old, but it also reminded him he didn’t have the patience or energy to do so.
She was practically falling asleep when she walked out of her room, eyes drooping while she stumbled around. Finally, finally, she fell asleep, far past her bedtime. Still, even if he was just so tired, he couldn’t fall asleep. He had exhausted his quirk, his body ached with years of use, and he himself was just exhausted. But he couldn’t just close his damned eyes, couldn’t rest his mind fully.
Aizawa felt guilty for earlier, not just because he had upset Eri over lunch, but because he had upset you. He didn’t mean to say no to you, but the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, just like always.  Aizawa knew Snipe's intentions with you were less than pure, and whenever he saw you two talking he couldn’t help the flame of anger that rose in his chest, that feeling of jealousy. It made him embarrassed and scared because he never gave a fuck about the sex lives, or even just the regular lives of others, but when it came to you, he just couldn’t help it. The whole night he had tried to emulate what you could do, but he otherwise failed or did it too awkwardly, unable to replicate your soothing motions and kind voice. Eri had also refused to sleep in his bed, instead, she made them sleep in yours. It only made his heart ache more, as he stared at the empty spot where you would be. 
Aizawa accepted the fact that he missed you, and that he needed you by his side.
But he had known that this whole time, he was just so afraid that you’d get tired of him, fed up with him, or maybe that he’d lose you. Aizawa Shouta was no stranger to loss, but he knew, deep inside him, that if he ever lost you, it would be his last straw.
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The next morning was slightly awkward with you and Snipe, but not unbearably so. Something that would pass in a day or two. For now, you made small talk.
“You excited about the school festival?” Snipe asked over breakfast, drinking a Red Bull. This was wrong, the smell of coffee and dark clothes were missing.
“School festival? What the hell is that?” It felt nice to curse again.
“You don’t know? It’s like the sports festival but for the rest of the school.” He snorted, eating a banana. That was also wrong, you didn’t hear the ding of toast or the sizzling of eggs.
“Oh, so what do they do?” You questioned, still slightly confused.
“Whatever they want, the hero commission is sticking their dirty noses in it, so whatever event the kids wanna do have to be approved, but mostly whatever.” He wiped his hands, leaving dirty crumbs all over the floor. 
“I guess I must’ve missed all that talk, I’ve been busy with Eri lately.” You shrugged, getting up to pack your stuff. 
“Yeah, it’s coming up pretty soon. Maybe you should take her?” Snipe suggested, walking you out. You were by the door, putting your shoes back on while he held it open for you.
“Hey, that’s not a bad idea!” You nodded. “Well, thanks for letting me stay the night. And…sorry about all of that.” You looked away, embarrassed. He waved his hand in dismissal. 
“No hard feelings, just do everyone a favor and get together already. You two are all anyone talks about.”
“Wait what?-” Your eyes widened, mouth dropping in horror.
“Okay, thanks m’byeee!” He cut you off, shoving you out the door before you could get another word out. You stared blinking at the elevator, unmoving. 
“Stop gossiping about us!” You shouted out loud, to no one in particular.
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When you came back home, Eri immediately hugged you, her grip was tight. 
“Woah pretty girl, is everything alright?” Worry filled you, but she just shook her head.
“I missed you!” Her yell was muffled, still holding onto your legs.
You laughed, bending down to fully hug her back. She turned her head to you, whispering in your ear.
“And so did Mr. Aizawa.” Your eyes widened at that, and your eyes flashed to said man. His eyes widened, flustered that he was caught staring at you two. And he had been smiling. He turned around, ears red.
You turned back to Eri, a light blush scattering your face. “How do you know?” You whispered back.
“He had a hard time without you, and he couldn’t sleep.” She admitted, eyes wide.
“He did?” She nodded dutifully like she was telling you the biggest secret in the world. It honestly felt like it, knowing the kind of man Aizawa was. “I guess I’ll have to have to stay with you guys, huh?” 
“Yes!” She jumped up, sitting down on the table to continue whatever she had been doing. You stood at the entryway for a moment, and Aizawa seemed to be really invested in making sure the dishes were extra clean.
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“Aizawa-”
“Hey-”
Both you and Aizawa started at the same time, cutting each other off. You laughed, and he just smiled.
“You go first.” You egged him on, watching his face disappear in his scarf.
“I’m..sorry. For putting so much pressure on you. I know all of this hasn’t been easy, and I haven’t been the most… cooperative to be with. So I apologize.” He looked forward, not making eye contact with you.
“It’s alright, I know it’s been hard on all of us. Just don’t shut me out.” That made him look at you, and he stopped. You stopped with him, standing in the middle of the courtyard. “You said we would do this together, and I can’t do it if you shut me out. You don’t have to hide from me.” Your words were true, your voice full of that softness that made Aizawa’s strong will melt away.
“I’ll try. I promise I’ll try. I can’t do this without you, and if I’m going to be honest, I don’t think I’d want to.” 
This was that familiarity you craved. Soft words that meant so much, admissions of feelings without actually outright saying what they meant. Now you couldn’t just fight out your feelings, you had to talk about them. For Eri, for each other. It was new and heart racing, it made your hands clammy and it made Aizawa soft inside. How long could you two go before one of you broke down and confessed?
Who knows, and for now it didn’t matter. All that mattered was being better for Eri. Even if that wasn’t the whole truth.
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The week flew by, and both you and Aizawa were in a better mood. The distance between all of you when sleeping grew shorter and shorter, until it came to a point when all of you just held each other. Aizawa’s arm stretched too far, wrapping around your waist while he held Eri. Yours did as well, rubbing his back to soothe away the stresses of the day. Breakfasts’ were far too friendly too, he sat maybe a little closer than he should to you, and you ate food off his plate far too much. Even lunches and breaks you spent together, legs brushing together while you ranted about whatever his students got up to, and he would listen closely, laughing quietly at their antics. 
Hizashi leaned over to Nemuri, the pair watching you two closely. 
“You think they finally got together?” He asked, actually managing to keep his voice down.
She watched you both for a minute, pursing her lips. “Nah, not yet. Give it more time.” She shook her head, tapping three fingers on her mouth.
“How much more?” The blonde groaned, throwing his head back.
“Pshh, three/four months?” Nemuri tilted her head side to side, unsure herself.
You burst out laughing at something Aizawa said, that look of adoration filled Aizawa's eyes.
“Nah, make it two.”
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The day of the festival finally arrived, and you were frazzled. Trying to find just the right outfit for Eri, while also trying to pick an outfit for yourself. Should she wear shorts? No, it's too cold for her. Pants? No she doesn't like them. Leggings? Too thin, unless she wants those thick ones, why didn't you buy the thick ones?!
"Ms. Can I wear this dress?" Eri was holding up an adorable red dress, with a white collar and frilly sleeves. 
"You sure? It's kinda chilly out." You rubbed your arms to emphasize that, she nodded, determined.
"Mhm! I'll wear leg warmers and ear muffs!" 
"Well, maybe it's not cold enough for ear muffs, but let's get you some leg warmers, alright?" You turned around to shuffle in her dresser, trying to find that specific white pair you bought a while back.
Aizawa walked in, holding a puke green sweater.
"Eri, why don't you wear this to the festival?" He held up the sweater, an ugly cat with bright pink lettering on the front. Both of you just stared at him.
"Uhm, I would but Ms. already picked an outfit for me." She pointed at you going through her drawer, red dress on your arm and leg warmers in your hand. That little shit.
Aizawa looked over to you, still holding up the jacket.
"Why doesn't she wear this instead? Or she could wear the sweater over it?" He offered, very adamant she wears the damn thing.
You grimaced, a painful smile growing on your face.
"No offense, but that's the ugliest sweater I've ever seen. So no." You shook your head, and you watched him deflate a little.
"I thought it was cute." He mumbled, holding it close to his chest while he walked out.
"Mr. Zawa, don't be sad!" Eri chased after him, arms flailing as she ran to him. You smiled and rolled your eyes, he's such a drama queen.
"Eri, come one you have to get ready honey!" You called out after picking everything you needed for her to wear. Walking out to the living room, she was rubbing his back while he stared at the jacket.
"Even Hizashi called it ugly, but I thought the kitty was cute." Aizawa was resting his head between interlocked hands, staring at the same sweater like it was a child he lost so long ago. A deep sadness in his eyes.
"And it is cute, I just uhm, don't wanna wear it right now. Maybe in one hour, but not now." Eri reassured, more just patting his back now. In Eri speak, one hour meant never, little brain too young to comprehend what one hour actually meant. Time was a fickle thing, something that escaped us so easily, and a concept to abstract for the pure mind of a child.
But for now, you just rolled your eyes. There's no way he thought that was cute.
"Eri sweetheart, you need to get dressed. We have to leave in an hour and none of us are even in clothes." You called out again, voice soft but stern. Her red eyes lifted, and she turned around.
"Okay! Wait for me please!" She asked, taking all the clothes out from your hands. She rushed to the bedroom, as if the moment she left as would you two. 
Now that she was gone, you sat at the table with the brooding man, who was still just staring at the piece of clothing. 
"Is it really that ugly?" He wasn't looking at you, and he couldn't see your very annoyed face.
"Yes, yes it is. But, you tried, and that's all that matters." You grabbed his forearm and squeezed. "Now we also need to get dressed, because you take forever to get ready." 
That made him look at you, an annoyed look on his face.
"No I do not. You do, picking out an outfit takes an hour alone." He pointed to you.
"What?! Nuh uh, you fall asleep halfway putting your clothes on, and it takes you forever to wake back up!" You argued back, sitting up straight to point an accusing finger at him. 
"I'm actually a very light sleeper, I just willfully ignore you." He admitted, face devoid of any shame or regret.
"You dick!" You smiled, pushing his shoulder. "I thought you slept like the dead. Instead, you just look dead." You teased, no bite in your tone.
"Ha ha, don't act like you don't find me attractive." Aizawa quipped back, dark eyes staring at you. That made you sputter, face heating up in a blush.
"Shut up!" 
"Good response." He chuckled, and you both turned back into the hallway. Eri looked at you two, then looked in between you. You both followed her eyesight, and froze when you both realized you were holding hands. You hadn't even noticed it, you must've missed the feeling of his thumb running across your knuckles, and he missed your hand enveloped in his. You both immediately pulled away, standing up. 
"I've got to go get ready-" You started, pointing to the bedroom.
"Yes, I should get dressed-" He shuffled, looking everywhere but you.
"Yup! Let's…get dressed!" Your voice was a bit higher than normal. You both stood there staring at each other, before you both bolted to your shared bedroom.
Eri stood there, before she walked up to the table and grabbed your phone. Unlocking it easily, she went to the secret group chat she had with your other teachers, spilling the tea willingly.
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"I swear to God Aizawa, I'll punt your kid." You growled, holding Eri's hand while you walked through the crowd of students and parents. Eri was too fascinated by everything around her to care what you two were talking about.
"I know, I apologize for his behavior. He's not usually this abhorrent." He sighed, free hand coming up to pinch his nose.
"From what I heard, that was tame." You looked over to him, giving him a look. He sighed and shook his head. Aizawa looked up again, making direct eye contact with a tired purple-haired boy.
"Let's go this way, I'd like to introduce you two to someone." He nodded his head in the direction of the student, and you looked at the grown man wearily.
"This is Hitoshi Shinso, a student from the general course." Said boy bowed respectfully, body stiff and uncomfortable.
"Hello Shinso, it's nice to meet you." You bowed your head, looking around the rather bland stall. They were serving candy apples, nothing more and nothing less.
"It's nice to finally meet you." He said, tired eyes looking between all of you. That stopped you, and you made a confused face.
"'Finally meet me?' What does that mean?" Eri wiggled out of yours and Aizawa's hands, shyly going forward to ask one of the students working at the stall for a taste. Aizawa stood still, eyes going wide.
"Well, Aizawa-sensei talks about you frequently-" The purple-haired boy looked confused for a moment, looking between you and the slightly panicking man.
"Because we used to spar together. Shinso wants to join the hero course, so I've been training him since the sports festival." Aizawa cut him off, looking at him to shut the fuck up.
"Oh, I kinda wondered where you were sometimes. Makes sense." You shrugged, brushing off the weird behavior. You looked back at the boy, giving him a smile. "I hope you make it, if Aizawa takes the time out of his day to help you out, I'm sure you've got talent." 
That made his droopy eyes widen a little, seemingly caught off guard by the compliment. He flustered, bowing again. 
"I'll try my best." 
"I love these! Mr. Zawa! Ms.! Mr. Shinso, you have to try it!" Eri came bounding back to you three, holding up a bitten into candy apple and shoving it in your directions. Aizawa and Shinso looked disgusted, but you bent down to take a bite, humming happily.
"Mmm, tasty!" You smiled, and she beamed. Aizawa seemed hesitant, but the look on her face melted away his will. He took his turn, taking a small bite on an untouched place on the sweet. He hummed as well, his small smile a little bit more forced than yours. He was never a man for sweets.
Shinso just stood on the spot, looking between you with a look that said you can't be serious. You motioned for him to take a bite.
"It's really good." You egged, trying to at least get him to try. He grimaced but leaned down to take the world's smallest bite. He smiled shakily.
"Mmm, so good." He covered his mouth while he chewed, trying to hide his pure disgust. It's not that he didn't like sweets, but asking him to share food with two grown adults and a sticky child? His worst nightmare, honestly.
Eri just smiled, so happy she found something she enjoyed all by herself, and of her own free will. She grabbed your hand, eating it happily while looking for something else to do. 
"It was nice to meet you Shinso." You nodded, but Eri got your attention once more.
"They're serving ice cream, can we get some? Please?" She was already tugging you away, and you waved goodbye.
"I'll be right there." Aizawa waved goodbye, sticking around his protégé's stall.
"She's just as you described her." Shinso admitted, unwillingly swallowing his bite. There was no malice in his tone, in fact, there was a tone of wonder. He wished he could have someone like you in his life.
"Yeah." Aizawa smiled softly, watching you eat the ice cream with Eri. His will to keep you away at arm's length slipped away by the second, because to do so pained him, made him realize how lonely he'd been without you. "She is."
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"The show's gonna start soon." You reminded Aizawa, who was trying not to itch away his kitty face painting. You ignored your dog face paint.
"C'mon Mr. Zawa! I wanna see Deku and his classmates!" Eri was pulling you two by the sleeves, her dragon face screwed up with the effort. 
"I'm-hold on you two." He grunted, pulling his lips in and making a somewhat apologetic face at the Gen Ed student, who was busy drawing a caricature of the three of you. "I'm sorry, they're animals." 
They chuckled nervously, painting the final touches to their drawing. They handed the drawing over, and Aizawa allowed himself to be pulled away. 
"Don't either of you even want to see it?" He asked, a little surprised that you two didn't even take a peak.
"No! We're gonna miss the opening!" You huffed, and Eri agreed. He sighed but followed your lead. 
You entered the main building, where he could see his students preparing to go on stage, Hizashi joined them from the back, skipping his patrol to watch his beloved students as well. Eri had climbed up on your shoulders, bouncing happily while she searched for Midoriya.
"What'cha got there dude?" He pointed a finger to the rolled-up paper, Aizawa just threw it to his chest, too focused on his kids to care what he said. Hizashi opened it up, giggling when he saw the drawing. The student had made you and Aizawa a couple, you kissing his cheek while he looked grumpily at Eri, who was staring at both of you with gigantic eyes. It was cute, and Hizashi snapped a quick picture before handing it back.
But Aizawa wasn't looking at him, or the students. He was looking at you two. Pure adoration filled his eyes, a real genuine smile on his face.
Yeah, give them a month.
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"Are you sure?" You looked over Eri with worry, holding the thick weighted blanket over her.
She nodded again. "I had a good day! I'm supposed to be a big girl, I can sleep by myself." 
"Okay, we'll leave all the doors open if you have a nightmare, alright?" 
"Okay, and will you read me a story, and leave my nightlight on?"
"Yes, of course." Aizawa nodded from the foot of the bed, already having a book out.
"Okay, taco or burrito?" You asked, looking at her mischievously. She gave you a confused look, mulling it over for a moment.
"Burrito?" She looked unsure, but otherwise trusting.
"Alright, first I laid down the tortilla." You flattened the sheets around her, then flattened her. She giggled when you went over her face. "Then I gotta put down some rice." You tickled her sides, and she squirmed, squealing. "Then I gotta put in meat." You grabbed all her favorite stuffed animals, putting them by her side. "And some lettuce." You gently brushed a finger using up motions on her nose, watching her eyes fluttering with the soft movement. "And I would put beans but I don't like beans, yucky." You made a face. "Then I gotta wrap it all up." You tucked her into the blanket tight, but not too tight. Picking her up slightly to get it under her. "Story?"
"Yes please." She whispered tiredly, eyes half closed. Aizawa scooted up, coming over to lay on the side by the wall, opposite of you. He opened the book, new spine cracking. 
"Once there was a fluffy bunny…." 
She fell asleep halfway through, her soft little snores filling the room. You both slowly crawled out of bed, and you made sure to plug in her star night light. You got up slowly, trying to creep backward before you tripped over a loose toy. You flailed back, but strong arms caught you before you could fall. You both sighed in relief and continued your crawl outside.
You left her bedroom door open and yours, both of you slipping out of normal clothes and putting on pajamas. You both did your nightly routine, you brushed your teeth together tiredly, washed your faces together, you made him start to do skin care and other menial things. When you both separated, mumbling goodnight, you shut the lights off.
There was silence, not a sound from the outside world disturbed the two of you. But you couldn't just fall asleep.
"...Aizawa?" You whispered very very quietly, if he was asleep it'd be too quiet for him to hear, but if he was awake….
"...yeah?" His voice was quiet as well. So he was awake.
"Can't sleep?" You looked over to his side of the room, your view blocked by the hideous blue curtain.
"No."
There was a beat of silence, and you mulled over your words. In the same quiet voice you used the first time, just in case he denied you could pretend it never happened.
"...do you wanna cuddle?" 
Another pause. 
"...yeah." You slowly got out of bed, and padded to his side of the room. Without a word, he scooted over, lifting the sheets for you to crawl under. 
There was space between you two, you stared at him with wide eyes and he stared at you with red ears. You scooted closer, and he lifted his arm, inviting you in. Without a word, you scooted under his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips. In turn, he tucked your head under his chin, holding your back tightly, rubbing small circles into your back.
His heartbeat was fast and erratic, and his fast breathing betrayed his cool face. But you just closed your eyes, focusing on his heart. The heart that unknowingly belonged to you, and only you.
You both fell asleep like that, Eri hadn't come in to disturb you two. Neither of you had shifted away from each other in the morning, basking in each other's warmth knowing full well the other was awake.
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The next month flew by, and Eri grew more confident in herself, sleeping more often than not by herself. The commission still demanded daily reports, but there wasn't much to report.
Both you and Aizawa continued with your unspoken closeness, sleeping I'm his bed and doing your daily routine together.
When Endeavor had that big fight with the Nomu, you all went over to support Shoto, watching the fight with him. And for once in the few months that you had known the boy, he was terrified. All of you ignored the tears that he spilled. Regretting what you had said in the comfort of your own home during the billboard charts.
"Is Shoto going to be okay?" Eri asked later that day in the comfort in your arms. Your head was leaning against Aizawa's chest, his steady breathing comforted you.
"Yeah, he'll be alright, he's strong." You rubbed her head, mindful of her steadily growing horn. You and Aizawa decided you would wait until asking her to practice her quirk. Maybe someday in the future, she could help Togata? 
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"So they finally got their hero license?" You teased, sipping a cup of hot cocoa. Little marshmallows in your cup. Eri happily sipped at hers, getting the drink all over her face.
"Yes, and less than an hour later they used it. They're going to drive me into an early grave." He chuckled.
"Well, did they do a good job?" You asked, wiping at Eri's face. She squirmed, trying to pull her head away from you.
"Sure, but they made a he-ck of a mess. Plus, we had to teach them how to act in interviews." Eri eyed him pointedly when she heard a curse on his lips, and Aizawa quickly corrected himself. He didn't have any change on him to put in the swear jar.
You laughed, almost spitting out the liquid in your mouth. "I saw the interview! God, they're such problem children!" 
He shook his head. "Don't even get me started on the number of times I told Bakugo that using excessive force, even on a villain, is illegal." 
"Ahh, you love them." You waved him off, and he pushed himself off the kitchen counter, sitting beside you.
"Eh, love's a strong word." He shook his hand in a so-so motion but didn't deny it.
"Loser." You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder, wearing that black sweater from so long ago.
"Yeah, whatever." He leaned his head on yours, enjoying the sound of Eri coloring and your soft breathing. Enjoying the domesticity of it all. One could get used to it. 
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The air continued to get colder, your clothes got thicker, and even earmuffs were pulled out. Your little found family decided to take a day out, trying to get your minds off the fact the kids were out on work studies again, and the foreboding feeling that came from the meeting that morning. Feeling absolutely helpless at the slow destruction of the world around you. The muttering of a traitor still made your skin crawl. Eri hummed happily between you two, excited to go out and eat ramen. Her little kitty earmuffs bouncing with her.
"She seems happy." Aizawa chuckled, wrapped in a normal scarf for once. He donned on a thick gray sweater, a black turtleneck underneath. You were wearing the black sweater again, copying his style and you wore a white turtleneck, but no scarf. You held onto Eri's hands with stylish black gloves, while she wore thick white ones.
"Yeah, she gets to spend time with her Zawa, she misses you." You looked up at him, watching guilt flood him. Aizawa let out a sigh, holding onto her hand a little tighter.
"I know, but you know how it is." He sighed, looking down. Your own body ached, the dim mornings made it a little harder for you to fight as you normally would, but thanks to Aizawa's training your patrols weren't as difficult as they used to be.
"Yeah, I think she just missed both of us. But, I've missed you too. Your bed's so cold without you." You admitted, face growing red now, not only because of the cold. He looked back at you, eyebrows pointing up.
"Me too, I'm sorry." 
"Don't be, just promise me one thing?" You asked, swallowing down tears.
"Of course." Aizawa hates making promises. At any moment he could break them, such menial words that meant nothing at the end of the day. But for you? He'd give the world.
"Come back home alive. I can't do this without you." Your breath puffed, all three of you had come to a stop at a crosswalk. Your hair moved slightly in the chill air, the dewy morning made your eyes sparkle. How could he say no?
"I promise." And there was no trace of doubt in his voice. Because for you? He would, he had too.
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Christmas arrived sooner than you thought, and the whole of UA was decked out with the holiday decorations. The incident at Deka was forgotten for a moment of peace. You and Aizawa woke up to Eri jumping up and down on the bed, already adorned with a Santa hat.
"Wake up! Santa came by, Santa came by!" She yelled happily, fists pumping up and down in joy.
"Hohohoho!" A loud, high-pitched voice laughed from your living room. Aizawa groaned, shoving his face back in your hair. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, sitting up to smile at her. Aizawa groaned, his eyes burned more than usual today, usually, he'd spend the morning while you rubbed his eyes with your soft fingers, but Eri was absolutely determined to get up and open her presents.
"Alright, we're coming." You laughed softly, getting up. Eri ran out, jumping up and down in front of Santa who was definitely not Hizashi.
"Hey, you two!" He yelled, holding a large sack.
"Happy Thanksgiving!" She yelled, holding up a present while jumping from foot to foot. 
"Eri, it's Merry Christmas." Aizawa shook his head, squatting down to inspect the present, still only wearing pajama shorts.
"Oh Aizawa, it's whatever holiday she wants." You gushed.
That was the mood of your morning, watching and recording Eri open her presents. Happily watching her squeal over cars and coloring books and tea sets, she then found a small table for tea parties for her. You passed along presents for Hizashi, and he passed presents for you two from the other staff members. You happily got photo albums from the year so far, and other tokens of interest. Aizawa's presents mostly consisted of cat things or things related to coffee, which he was more than happy to accept.
"Well, I'll be off! See you later!" Hizashi saluted you away, leaving the front door.
"Bye Santa!" Eri cheered, now trying to read  'Goodnight Moon.' "When are we gonna see class A?" She turned to you two snuggled up on the couch, still so excited. A distant memory popped into her head, one of her own parents snuggled up on the couch.
"Later sweetheart, after school." You promised, Aizawa nodded along with you.
She pouted. "But that's so far away." She looked down, tears pooling in her eyes.
"Eri don't be upset, it'll come sooner than you think." Aizawa reassured, motioning for her to join your little cuddle.
You spent the rest of the short morning like that, unwillingly getting ready for the day.
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"Aizawa she looks so happy, don't take it away from her." Your arms were interlocked, one hand resting on his forearm. While he was embarrassed by having you show so much PDA, in front of his own students no less, but he allowed it. Who knows how long it will last?
"It's twice the size of her. Where is she going to keep a gigantic sword?" He sounded exasperated, holding an Easter egg that Eri gave him, God knows where she got them from.
"In her roooom. C'mon, I can already tell you're going to let her keep it." You pouted, a knowing smirk on your face. The man sighed because he knew you were right, the instant she smiled he knew it was already going to come home. Aizawa saw her nodding off by Bakugo's side, while he held her shoulders so she didn't slip off the couch.
"Ope, looks like it's bedtime." You sighed, escaping his grasp. Mentally he whined at the loss of contact, but on the outside, he just nodded. "Eri?" You called out to the little girl, getting some of the students' attention.
"Take her, she's falling asleep in my lap." The blonde hissed, but he didn't actually sound mad, and he was keeping his voice down.
"'Mnot tired." She whined, wiping her eyes.
"It's still late, we should get home." Aizawa scooped her up, supporting her head in his shoulder.
"Goodnight everyone! Work hard on your hero studies and don't stay up too late!" You waved them goodbye, voice merry.
After you left, they all stared at each other.
"I told you they were dating!" Kaminari cheered, collecting money from the other students he made bets with.
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Eri went to bed easy that night, falling asleep barely halfway into her bedtime story. It was only seven, so you got ready in another outfit. You dressed in a sweater dress with thermal leggings and thick, tall fuzzy boots. Aizawa watched you, putting on a simple black turtleneck, much to his own disapproval.
"Those are tacky, seriously?" He motioned to the tan shoes, pointing at the twin puff balls on each shoe. You stood up, getting an added height boost thanks to the boots.
"Says you. You were just gonna go to a bar in your hero outfit. Aren't you concerned someone might recognize you fraternizing with like, twenty other drunks?" You argued back, arms crossed on your chest, one hop to the side. Your hair, freshly cleaned and full of products to make it shiny and voluminous, bounced around your shaking head. Aizawa stared at you for a moment, glad his hair was down, ears absolutely burning.
"Better than your tacky shoes." He mumbled, grabbing your shoulder bag. "Let's go, I don't want to be there longer than we should. I want to start my winter break as soon as possible." 
You accepted the bag, sliding it around you. Mirio greeted you from the living room, along with Amijiki and Hado. They were watching Christmas movies on the couch. How fitting.
"Just call us if anything goes wrong, we won't be too far away." Aizawa nodded, standing by your side.
"Or if it's too much, or even if you just want to go home, give us a call." You reassured the trio, but Hado had already gotten up to shoo you two out the door. "Seriously, it's no big deal. If you-" 
"We'll be fine! Have fun on your date!" The blue-haired girl closed and locked the door behind you, leaving you stunned. 
You two just stood there for a moment, before you decided to speak up.
"Does it count as a date if you're out with your coworkers?" You laughed, heading to the elevator.
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“Woohoo! Another round, let’s go!” Hizashi’s loud voice boomed in the shabby bar, face absolutely flushed as he hung onto Nemuri and Aizawa. The woman steadily agreed, but Aizawa was too out of it to notice, instead, he patted the loud blonde's chest.
“You’re a good man Hizashi, I don’t say it enough, but you really are. You’ve been my friend since the very beginning, and you’ve always looked out for me.” Aizawa’s words moved you, even if his eyes weren’t directly on Hizashi, they were on the golden cat in front of them, but no one said anything, it still made your eyes water.
“Oh, Aizawa, you’re such a sweetheart. I knew you had a big heart under all of there.” You leaned forward, pressing his head into your chest. He brought up a hand to your back, pressing you further into him.
“And you, you’re the second person I’ve realized I was in love with, but I’m so scared that I’ll lose you that I try to push you away. But just like you, you always come back to me. I don’t know what I’ll do without you.” He mumbled, holding you tightly while tears pricked his eyes. His words, his admission of feelings made you sob. Loudly.
“I love you too! But I feel like one day you’ll just wake up and hate me, o-or you’ll slowly just get fed up with me.” You hiccuped and sobbed, rounds and rounds of shots catching up to you. Between you, Aizawa, Nemuri, Hizashi, Snipe, and Anan, you were on your third bottle of vodka, not counting all the side drinks and shots all of you ordered.
The waiter came up to your table, absolutely pissed off. “No, I’m cutting all of you off. It’s twelve in the morning, all of you need to get out!” She yowled, cat ears and tail pointing straight up.
“Oh cmon, we’r not even thaaat dr’nk! Watch me.” Snipe slurred, stumbling up and almost tripping over his own feet. He attempted to walk in a straight line, egged on by Sejikiro and Ken. When he ultimately fell over, Ryo howled with laughter, literally.
“All of you need to get out before I call the police! And ban you all!” That got you all moving up, getting banned from the only cheap shit in the hole bar closest to UA? Yeah no.
You, Nemuri, and Hizashi all stumbled out together, holding each other to try and fight off the freezing night air.
“Goddd, did anyone get what those two said on camera?” Nemuri giggled, putting her head in her hands.
“Dammit!” Hizashi yelled, Aizawa instantly activating his quirk.
“Don’t yell, you’re being too loud.” You whined, tears gathering in your puffy eyes again.
“Aizawa isn’t going to remember a thing, and neither is she.” Hizashi groaned, almost falling in the road. The school was only a few feet ahead, but that seemed like miles to your intoxicated bodies and drunk minds.
“You two, have to remember that.” Nemuri laughed, obviously a happy drunk. 
“They’re not going to!” Hizashi yelled again, an angry drunk.
“No, you all know how much you mean to me, do I have to say it again.” Aizawa slurred out, an honest drunk.
“No, I don’t, you have to tell me.” You sobbed, a sad drunk.
“Shut up! We’re here, we have to be quieeet.” Angry drunk whisper shouted, pushing you all to the teacher dorms.
“We are.” Happy drunk giggled, allowing herself to be moved. “Oh! But you guys can’t have drunk sex, not with Eri there.” The dark-haired woman turned to you two, winking while making a shushing motion.
“No, I would never do that to her, I’d want to have that intimacy very sober.” Aizawa nodded, holding you tight.
“You’re so sweet.” Tears never stopped falling down your falling down your face.
You all managed to make yourself to your dorm. Packing into the same elevator. Nemuri got off first, waiting by the door because Anan had the key to their apartment. Then Hizashi got off, loudly ripping his door open to his and Ryo’s shared space.
Then it was yours and Aizawa’s turn, both of you trying the best you could to quietly stumble into your home. You did well for the most part, only dropping and bumping into a few things. The big three had fallen asleep on the couch, Christmas reruns still playing. You both managed to make it to your shared room, peeling off clothes until you both were in your underwear, deciding it was too hot to wear the warm clothes you had on before.
“Wait, wait. We need to take medicine in the morning for Eri. We can’t just be hungover all day.” Aizawa stumbled into the bathroom and grabbed the large cup and four pills.
He let you take two first, handing you the glass for you to chug. He wasn’t even mad when you downed the whole thing, just going back for more to take his turn.
You both crawled into his bed, cuddling each other tight. 
“You’re such a good man, and such a good father.” There were no more tears left for you to cry, so you just heaved into his chest.
“No, I’m only good f’you. Before I never wanted kids, but the idea of having one with you made me jump the gun with Eri. I wouldn’t mind us two having a little brat around, maybe two.” He curled up tighter against you, mumbling things in your ear while sleep overtook you two.
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The next morning you two remember absolutely nothing. Just mildly hungover and slightly confused on why you were both just in your underwear.
“D-did…did we..?” You questioned, face heating up at the idea. Aizawa seemed to contemplate something, grimacing while flickering eyes between the wall and you.
“Can you…walk?” 
You stood up, moving with ease. Aizawa sighed in relief. 
“No, we didn’t.” He rubbed his sore neck, head aching.
“Oh good.” You sighed with him before your face absolutely blossomed.
“Hey, what the hell does that mean?!”
“That’s fifty cents in the swear jar Ms.!” Eri yelled at you from the living room.
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You and Aizawa decide to stay in the dorms for the New Years, deciding to keep Eri in a place she’s familiar with when all the fireworks go off. You and Aizawa had been invited out for drinks, but you both declined unanimously. All of you wore comfy clothes, wearing matching sweaters you had drifted out for Christmas. You handed out hot chocolate, using cups Aizawa himself had gifted out, each of them personalized to you. His was full of grumpy black cats, and paw prints all over the inside. Yours was coated with your favorite animal smiling, the footprints on the inside in the same manner. Eri’s was filled with butterflies, her inside filled with little caterpillars. 
“To show that she is capable of change and that she’s grown so much in these short few months.”
You cuddled up to Aizawa, his hand snaking around your waist. A white cat that Aizawa had found on the street purred up to Eri, headbutting her while she watched the screen. 
“Ready Eri?” You asked, smiling as she grabbed the cat, not breaking her eye contact with the TV.
“Mhm!” 
There was coverage of people crowding the streets, all of them laughing and enjoying themselves while they huddled together to count down. Then, it was the last minute of the year.
Aizawa called your name, grabbing your attention.
“I’ve never been good with words, or my feelings, but I have something to admit.” That made your eyes widen and heart quicken. Fourty!
“But there has been something that I’ve needed to admit to you, something I only recently realized.” He set down his coffee cup, bringing up a warm to cup your face. Thirty!
“I-I..” The words died on his lips, but he wouldn’t back out now, not when he realized he needed you so much. After Christmas, he doesn’t know what changed, but something did. The few five days he had felt such undeniable feelings he couldn’t hide anymore. Or maybe it was the feelings he had all along that he couldn’t keep at bay. “I need you. In a way that I haven’t needed in a long time.” Twenty!
“You’ve become such in an important person in my life, and I can’t stop it. I think of you all the time, I do so much just to keep you at my side, and the thought of losing you keeps me up sometimes, and makes me work harder during my patrols.”  Ten!. 
”Aizawa…” Tears were filling your beautiful eyes, and he wiped them away before they could fall. Nine!
“Even seeing you cry fills me with agony, and it pains me even more knowing I made you cry.” Six!
“What I’m trying to say is, stand by my side, be with me, spend the rest of our lives together?” Instead of answering his words, you responded by pressing your lips to his. Holding his face while he reciprocated your touch.
Happy New Years!
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“So..what are we again?” You were smiling so wide and so hard it hurt. The hand that was brushing your face stopped, and Aizawa-no Shouta rolled onto his back, making you rest his head on his large chest.
“Oh god, are you going to tease me about this? I take everything back.” He groaned, trying to push you away.
“It’s too late, you’ve sealed your fate.” You deepened your voice trying to sound scary. You overpowered his grip, or maybe he let you win, and cuddled back into his arms. “Sooo….”
He sighed heavily. “You’re my partner.” You groaned, making a fart sound.
“No! Well, yes, but wrong. What’s the hyper-feminine, gender-conforming title that I now hold.” Shouta sighed heavily again.
“You’re my…girlfriend. And I’m your boyfriend.” You squealed, kicking your feet under the blankets. “How old are you?” He chuckled.
“Five, boyfriend. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? Too damn long, that’s how long.” You punched him lightly.
“Yeah I know, me too…girlfriend.” The moonlight shone on his face, showing you his smile that was just as wide as yours.
Everything was going to be okay.
It just had to be.
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IT HAPPEBED ONG IT HAPPENED THEYRE HAPY AND LVING AND NOW THEYRE GOING TO MOVE AWAY FAR FROM JAPAN WITH ERI AND SHINSO ABD BE A BUG HAPPY FAMILY AND TEHE END,,
okay uhm, yes i already know pt 4 plase sodnt eat me,,but i will warn you, sadness only lays ahead, since I'm basing this off the anime, you know what episode is coming up next and, and what two arcs that I've been hinting at this whole time is also coming up,,,who knows,,, (I do, me I do)
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snipetooth · 5 months
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welcome in! i'm fang, and this is my new xReader blog. feel free to send in a request when they're open :]
last updated: dec 14, 2023
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current list of fandoms and the characters i’ll write for:
COD: MW2 Remaster [Soap; Ghost; Price; Gaz; Alejandro; Rodolfo; Valeria]
Good Omens [Crowley; Aziraphale]
The Expendables 1 and 2 [Lee Christmas; Barney Ross]
Star Trek: AOS [James Kirk, Spock, Nyota Uhura, Khan]
Star Trek: SNW [Christopher Pike, Erica Ortegas, Spock, James Kirk, Nyota Uhura]
FNaF movie [Mike Schmidt]
The Meg [Jonas Taylor; Jaxx; Suyin]
¿ The Hunger Games [Gale Hawthorne; Katniss Everdeen; Peeta Mellark] ?
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requests are: OPEN ~//~ current requests: 0
i write: headcanons / 'drabbles' (very short stories) / one-shots
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Mike Schmidt - illness headcanons
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COD: MW2 Remaster
nothing here yet!
Good Omens
nothing here yet!
The Expendables
Lee Christmas - I'm Glad You're Home
Star Trek
nothing here yet!
FNaF
nothing here yet!
The Meg
Jonas Taylor - Do Orcas is Whales? More at 11
Jaxx - SFW alphabet
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#x reader: catchall tag to make it easier to filter my posts for others
#sighted: original writing by me
#sniped: original posts by me (such as this, responses to asks, etc)
#word games: prompt lists!
#credits: anything that i use, used, or might use (like banners, pfps, dividers, etc.)! currently my dividers are made by me!
#not writing: anything that isn't a hc/drabble/one-shot
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WILL: romantic/platonic/familial relationship; poly (canon x reader x canon, for example); jealousy; some mental illnesses/disorders (ask!); some mental/physical disabilities (ask!); violence/gore (may not be the greatest but i’ll give it a go!); death of the reader/character/third party; suggestive content; kids (being adopted by/raising kids with/what they're like with kids); younger reader/older canon (18 is the youngest i'll go if romantic)
WON’T: pregnancy/miscarriage; smut; yandere; extreme gore/torture (i'm just not good at it); a/b/o; i may come up with others as i write
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judith-lore90 · 2 years
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You have a treat Michael wants~
🌶full image is on my spicy Twitter 🌶
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animesoulmate-aus · 1 year
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Hello! I was wondering if you could do (another) Snipe x reader? But maybe have the reader be a teacher? Please and thank you in advance
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A/N: It's been like 3 years since I've been on this blog. A lot has changed and I've grown as a writer. So, why not have my Tumblr come back happen with a fun Snipe x Teacher reader? Without further a do, I present
English lessons with a Cowboy (Snipe x GN S/O) (Soul Animal AU)
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The rays of the morning sun leak their way into the bedroom. You lay there, eyes closed and light hitting your face. You could feel the rays against your eyelids but you were so content with laying there. You didn't want to move from your nice government issue bed.
Grumbling a bit, you manage to pull yourself up to sit and then slammed your hand down on the big red button of your digital alarm clock. You scratched your stomach, took a stretch, and let out a monstrous yawn. You finally opened your (color) eyes, allowing you to take in the room and your little friend sitting at the foot of the bed, staring at you ever so patiently.
You smile, a small half smile, holding your hand up as you beckon your friend to come a bit closer. Their big grey eyes and matching fur coat shimmers in the light as their tongue hangs out of their mouth. The decently sized dog trots forward, almost a smile on its face as it lays right in your lap and starts sniffing you.
You laugh a little, feeling his nose press against yours and then his tongue scrape against your face a couple times in a slobber filled mess.
"Hey boy," you manage to laugh out as he stands and is now practically forcing you against the headboard.
You put your hand out, covering his mouth, tongue now pressed against your palm. He looks confused, taking a slow careful lick before pulling his tongue back into his mouth and sitting on your lap. He resumes panting, his smile never faltering.
"Okay ya big lug," you scratch his chest a bit, causing him to tilt his head up and his leg to bounce a little. "We have to get ready for work. Come on," you struggle out that last bit, gently nudging you off of him so you can finally stand up.
He whines, getting off and jumping off the bed. He sits down next to your slippers and waits patiently for you. You slide out of bed, fix the covers a little, and finally put your slippers on. The carpeted floor of the bedroom is much less of a shock in the morning compared to tile floors in your old apartment. Thank goodness you were given a place to stay cause of everything that's been going on with Yuuhei for free. Teachers and students live on campus now. Each year and class getting their own set of dorms.
To be honest, when you heard about this you weren't surprised. Yuuhei had enough funding for 3 mock cities in what you like to joke as, their backyard. So obviously, the school had enough room for a couple dorms for all the students, each with their own specifications for certain students with certain quirks. So when you heard the teachers got one, your surprise was very limited. It was the only logical answer to everything that was going on.
But you were just a simple English teacher and a small time hero. You weren't even in the top 500. Well you almost were. But then one day you caught the flu and were stuck at home. That was the day that the hero right below you in rank managed to stop a huge villain attack and gain popularity in the polls. A lot of people voted in her favor and she shot right pass you and into the 500th spot. So now you're stuck at rank 501. But, you couldn't really care. You were more in it to shape the young minds of students. Besides, with your quirk and abilities, you could easily make top 100 before the end of the year.
Your dog nudges you, sticking his nose against your leg. That caused you to jump.
"Simon." You say sternly as you look at him.
Simon walks over to the door to the bathroom and sits beside it, looking up at you. His ears perk up. You sometimes forget how big he is. His head is in line with the doorknob. You sigh, walking over and rubbing his head before you take your morning shower and carry on with your morning routine. School is starting soon. You don't want to be late for your first class of the day.
"(Y/n)!" A loud and familiar voice shouts from down the hall in English.
You turn, Simon turning with you to see Yamada Hizashi with a black cat on his shoulder. That cat never left his side. It always liked to sleep too. And you swore up and down, those yellow eyes it had were the creepiest thing.
"Hey, Yamada." You smile at him, still tired and not even a cup of coffee in your system yet.
"Which class are you teaching today?" Yamada asked, walking in stride with you and Simon to the faculty room.
"Class 3-B."
"Ahhh, Mirio Togata's class! They're a fun bunch, especially with him in the room. Shouta is going to have him and the other 2 of the big three come into 1-A next week. Said he wanted the kids to get a feel for what someone who's destined to go looks like." Yamada smiled, his big goofy grin.
"Well, I'm sure Mirio will take them down no problem." You chuckled in amusement at the idea of the 1st years fighting against Mirio.
"I don't know, we have some pretty strong 1st years this year. Especially that one that All Might has taken a liking to." Yamada held the door open for you to the faculty room.
"Yeah, Midoriya Izuku was his name right?" You questioned as Simon took his normal spot underneath your desk and laid in his large dog bed with his carrot squeaky toy.
Simon loved that thing. He's had it since he was a puppy and he's never let go of it. Luckily, you bought multiple carrot squeaky toys for when he inevitably destroyed this one. He's gone through at least 6 in these past couple years.
Yamada sits at the desk beside you, his cat jumping from his shoulders and laying down in the small cat bed that was right next to all his books. He pulls out a pen, grabs a stack of papers, and started grading them.
You check your watch, sigh, and get up from your seat. Simon looks at you from under the desk and continues chewing on his toy. He watches as you walk over to the pot of coffee and start brewing yourself some.
"Is that (Y/n) brewing coffee?" Shouta asked as he walked in
"(Y/n) brewing coffee!" The small cockatiel on his shoulder echoed.
Aizawa pet the feathers atop his head to which he chirped at with delight. He flew off of his shoulder and onto the small perch that Aizawa had on his desk that sat right beside Yamada's.
"Yep, want a cup Sho?" You look over your shoulder, pouring yourself a large cup of coffee.
"Yes please." He pulls out his chair and sits down right next to Yamada.
You bring over Aizawa a cup of coffee and then place down your cup on your desk before gathering a stack of papers. Look look at your watch and sigh after checking the time.
"Gotta go handle your class already?" Yamada asks with what looks like a sly grin.
"Of course I do." You grumble, still not nearly awake enough to do this.
"Well, have fun with your 3rd years, (Y/n)." Yamada cooed as he waved.
You rolled your eyes and then whistled for Simon. He grabbed his carrot and walked after you with it in his mouth. You made your way down the halls and up some stairs as you sipped your coffee with your papers in hand. As you reach the last flight of stairs, Simon's ears perk up and he looks up the stairs. He races up the stairs and immediately bolts to the left.
"Simon!" You shout, rushing up the stairs with a half full cup of coffee.
He's never done this before. You see him stop infront of a door and sit there. It was almost as if he was waiting for something. He had stopped the toy at his feet and just stared at the door.
"Simon?" You question, walking over to him and staring at him and then glancing to the door.
"(Y/n)?" You recognized that thick country accent anywhere.
Your heart seemingly stops as you look up at see him. It was Snipe. Now you had managed to admit a while ago you had the smallest, ittiest, tiniest, crush on him. But obviously, you didn't want to admit it. You had a soulmate who wanted to meet you and spend the rest of their life with you. Dating around wasn't ever your thing either. You were content with the idea that you and your soulmate would meet when you're ready.
"Snipe...heyyyy." You smile, saying 'hey' a little awkwardly.
"Hey?" He questions, looking down at Simon whose eyes didn't leave him. "This is....Simon, right?" He points to Simon and looks at you for assurance.
You nod, "Yep, that's Simon. He's my pride and joy." You smile, sipping what's left of your coffee and putting it down on your stack of papers.
And then, something catches your attention. A small orange cat walks from behind Snipe and stares up at Simon. It meows, and Simon leans down and gives it a couple sniffs.
"Is that your cat?" You ask, smiling a little.
"Yep, that's my cat. Named em' Ginger." You could've sworn Snipe was smiling under his mask by just saying the name.
"Let me guess, you call them Ginger snap?"
Snipe seemed surprise. "Yeah, how'd you know?"
You shrug, "Just a lucky guess."
You jump a bit, Ginger rubbing against your legs and purring. You smiled, leaning down and petting them. Simon was pressed against Snipe, licking his leg and tugging on his belt a little.
"Well I'll be." Snipe sounded surprised, looking down at Simon and Ginger.
"Snipe?" You ask, looking up at him.
"I reckon you and I are soulmates, (Y/n)." Snipe fixed the hat on his head and rubbed Simon's back.
"Huh?" Your face flushes. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, our animals are never comfortable with anyone but us and our soulmates touching them. So...I guess that means you're my soulmate." Snipe holds his hand out to help you up.
You put the coffee cup, that you had placed on the ground on the stack of papers you had and sat up. You took his hand, blushing worse as you stood.
"Had a feeling you were my soulmate. But I guess it's finally time you and I actually got the chance to realize it huh?" Snipe chuckled, causing you to do the same.
"I-I guess you're right." You smiled.
"So, (Y/n)...would you uh, like to go out with me after classes are over?" He squeezes your hand a bit.
"Of course, I would love to." You smile, giving his hand a squeeze back.
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wibixthecowboy · 1 year
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Play the Song: Part 1: Meet the Flash
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Task Force 141 needs a new sniper and despite their complaints, they're assigned Flash, a joke-making, ABBA-listening, 20-year-old sharpshooter with better aim than the whole team combined. In other words, Ghost is practically handed the love of his life but he needs time to adjust because she's a firecracker.
Warnings/Tags: Age gap (20/30-32), gore, descriptions of injury/blood/wounds, swearing, weapons, literally only fluff and banter, minimal angst, soft baby girl Ghost, asshole Soap, lighthearted, I can fix him he just needs a hug, warning for an excessively bad taste in music, slow burn, protective ghost, family dynamic, big brother soap has an attitude problem, father figure Price, Gaz is just there because he’s on the wiki I have no idea who he is, eventual smut, praise, thigh riding, unprotected (wrap it up people), idk I’m sure it will get dirtier as I go, shifting POV
Side note: All of these characters are fictional! Please don’t be weird about their real life actors, leave them out of this and be respectful! 
A/N: I have been resurrected from the tumblr tombs once again to write about a man that I’ll never have. I have no idea how cod or war in general works and I don’t care enough to learn so enjoy my bullshitting.
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  ★ Ghost
  It was a hot day in Las Almas, with the temperature pushing almost 100 degrees, Ghost’s single shirt has stuck to the sheen of sweat on his chest beneath the annoyingly thick Kevlar bodyguard and left him second-guessing his faceless persona in desperation to rip the damp mask off. 
   Their sniper was down, and much to Ghost’s displeasure they were on their way to pick up a new team member fresh off the academy grill. The manila folder in his hands was thin, but the few sheets inside were enough to sell her to the coordinator, he had to admit that she seemed impressive but the minimal amount of field experience would have immediately disqualified her as a candidate if it was his choice.  
“Sniper specialist” 
“98% accuracy rate”
“trained in 6 fighting styles” 
“Distinguished Graduate Award and Clements Award winner” 
“Works under special requirements” 
He squints down at the last line, fighting the bouncing of the truck over the rough terrain to read clearly, special requirements. Ghost huffs a frustrated breath at the lack of further explanation and hands the papers to Soap next to him. 
“Do you know what the special requirements are?” He grumbles, eyeing Soap’s hunched shoulders. They had just gotten the call to clear a residency that would hopefully contain the information on the next run and they would be heading straight in with a newbie. No one was happy. 
Soap shuffles through the papers, barely taking the time to skim the words before he’s shoving them behind him to Price in the back seat. 
“Why the fuck would I know? Do I look like the coordinator?” Ghost raises an eyebrow at the attitude but decides to let it go. He knows from experience that poking would get him nowhere. 
Ghost turns his head to Price in hopes of a clearer answer but he just shakes his head and hands the papers back. 
“You’re missing a few pages there Ghost.” Price says closing his eyes and resting against the seat. Soap, suddenly done with the conversation rolls his eyes and turns to watch the sparse rolling landscape out the window.
“This is the entire file, I opened it on the way here.” Ghost retorts, looking down to flip through the paperwork. It takes him a moment to see it but when he does his hands freeze. Signaled by the sudden stop, Price sits up and looks over the seat to read the page in Ghost’s hand. 
“Oh shit”  
 Somehow both of them had missed the single line at the bottom of the first page,
“Missions completed: 0″
 Realization slowly dawns on him, this recruit has absolutely no field experience. When the coordinator said fresh off the grill he meant it. Ghost turns to relay his newfound information to Soap but snaps his mouth shut at the sight of his pissy expression. 
This new realization leaves a pit in Ghost’s stomach. He hadn’t signed up for training, the recruit couldn't be over 25, a vast difference compared to their already existing team. He’d asked for their best sniper, not a child.   
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   The van’s wheels grind to a halt in front of the small outpost building and Soap slams the door open, eager to get the process over with. As if on cue the doors open wide to reveal the coordinator and their new recruit. Ghost balks, through the shimmering heat he can make out two shapes, one being the coordinator and the other he assumes is the recruit. The top of her helmet is level with his shoulder pad and with the rifle being half her height, she looks more like a child than a soldier.
“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me. Jesus Fuckin’ Christ that's a child!” Although he wasn’t quick enough to stop him, Price still gives Soap a hard shove to the shoulder. Soap turns around in his seat ready to hit back but Ghost grabs his fist and levels him with a glare. Even with Soap’s strong accent muddying his tone, the words ring clear past the approaching pair. The recruit stands tall though, power-walking through the sand and stopping in front of the open sliding door. 
If it wasn’t for the giant rifle and other military paraphernalia strapped to her chest Ghost would assume he was back at a countryside bar in Kentucky. Her golden blonde hair has been weaved into a thick braid hanging halfway down her chest, framing her freckled face in soft layers and shining in the mid-day sun. The recruit’s blue eyes shone with a wild flare that left Ghost shifting in his seat. Upon noticing a slight gap between her front teeth he feels the corner of his mouth twitch upwards, only to frown at the lack of southern drawl when she finally speaks. 
“I go by Flash, and for your information, my 20th birthday was this summer and I’m probably a better shot than all of you. Now that’s out of the way, are we ready to go gentleman?” 
The entire team freezes in shock at the new and unexpected information. Ghost chokes on his next breath of air and his dignity is saved by Soap’s sudden yell.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN 20?” Flash’s façade falters for just a second at the brute yell before Price is shoving past Soap to get out of the car and stand in front of the pair, blocking them from view. 
Price and the coordinator exchange a few short words before Ghost clears his throat and interrupts.
“No.”
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★ Flash
   Flash had been warned about joining Task Force 141, as soon as the news was announced whispers floated around the academy, leaving Flash the center of attention. She was stopped nearly every day to be questioned about the lone wolf Lieutenant Ghost and despite her constant pressing that she had not met any of them, let alone the one known most for his evasiveness, the pestering continued. Flash was tired of being a show pony. She had an itch that needed to be scratched and it wouldn’t happen through obstacle courses and teaching. She needed to be out on the field and she was prepared to do whatever she needed to do to prove herself. What she hadn't prepared for was outright denial.
Everyone’s attention shifts to Lieutenant Ghost, and the man in front of her winces before speaking.
“Ghost it is not up for debate she’s already signed on.”
“Well, fuckin’ take her off then Price!” The loud Scottish man yells again. 
 After an awkward pause, the coordinator shifts on his feet and directs his attention to Captain Price, 
“Captain this decision is final, paperwork has already been filed, and the academy has handed her off.” He clears his throat before speaking “And if I may, Flash has the highest scores of all time on nearly every leaderboard back at the academy, she’s no beginner.” Flash feels a swell of pride and makes a note to thank him later. 
“It’s not happening” Lieutenant Ghost’s voice is cold and has Flash’s newfound pride deflating. So much for making new friends. 
Captain Price sighs before turning to speak directly to Lieutenant Ghost,
“Ghost it seems like we don’t have much choice. Soap move to the back, Flash can take your spot.” He heaves a sigh and Flash can see him bracing himself for a backlash but its not from who she expected. 
“This is utter dog shit, I’m not working with a child!” Soap drops his head into his hands before heaving himself out of his seat and into the back. Flash’s smirk falters when she realizes who she’ll be placed next to but she takes a breath and steps into the van, ignoring Captain Price’s outstretched hand. 
Captain Price shoves himself next to Soap and the coordinator gives them one last salute before pulling the door shut.
   It’s a tight squeeze in the van, the third seat of the second row has been ripped out and replaced with a few precariously balanced boxes, leaving her pressed up against the side of the Lieutenant. Although the sweltering day had given her a rosy complexion the heat of his body made her face flush an even deeper shade of pink. 
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They bump along the road for a bit before it dawns on Flash that she’s on the way to her first mission. She can’t help the grin that slowly makes its way across her face.
“What’s that shit eating grin for?” Soap grumbles from the back seat obviously still sore from being forced into the back. Flash cant help the giggles that force their way up when she spots him glaring at her through the rearview mirror.
“Nothing.” She replies with a simple shrug and drops her gaze down to her lap, still smiling. Ghost’s rigid posture doesn’t relax but when he looks down at her she can almost see a glint of humor in his blue eyes. She stares back, “What?”
“Nothing.” He mimics. 
Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. 
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