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aizawasnumberonefan · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if you still need some ideas? I really like your writing and would like to see how you would interpret a young All Might (or him in his prime) receiving a surprise kiss for the first time! Can be on the cheek, lips, nose, knuckles, idc

I feel like he would be all blushy and cute

Thank you!

this is literally so cute i am in love!!! i'll come back and reformat later but i need this out rn rn rn

Sweet Treats

All Might x Reader

It’s been a long day out for the number one hero, All Might. Between interviews, meeting civilians, and defeating villains, the poor man has hardly been able to catch a breath. He practically falls through the door to his apartment, collapsing in a muscular heap on his sofa. His blue eyes shut as he finally allows himself a moment of peace at the end of his day. He doesn’t notice how quickly sleep overtakes his overworked body until he hears a timid knock at his door. Toshinori stretches, yawning as his dreams slowly drain from his mind. Once again, he hears a knock against his front door.

“One moment!” He calls, his husky voice still muddled with sleep. He stands and his apartment fills with the sound of both him and his sofa groaning in response. He half-heartedly messes with his hair in an attempt to fix it before making his way towards the door. He barely suppresses a yawn as he opens it, but finds himself a little surprised to see you, his neighbor. His eyebrows raise slightly in response. “How can I help you?”

In the amount of time that you’d been living in your apartment, you’d hardly taken the time to meet your neighbors. You knew that All Might, the young, buff, blonde that the entire world was in love with lived next door, but you’d never busied yourself with heroes or their work. You appreciated them, but you weren’t as involved in their lives as many people seemed to be.

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you so late.”

“It isn’t a problem.” Toshinori replies with a reassuring smile, glancing at his clock on the wall to confirm that he had indeed been asleep for several hours and it was now approaching midnight.

“I’m baking for a get together tomorrow and I just melted my only mixing bowl on the stove. I know it was a stupid mistake, but no stores are open right now and I promised that I would bring cupcakes. Is there any way that I could borrow one of yours?” You ask, subconsciously returning his smile. You’re embarrassed by the admission, but he can tell by the flour in your hair and on your shirt as well as by the frazzled look on your face, that you genuinely tried every alternative before coming to his door.

He chuckles, opening the door wider and stepping back to allow you in. “Of course. I’m glad that you felt comfortable asking me.” He says, closing the door softly behind you after you step inside. You wring your hands in front of you, but don’t gaze around in awe, which he would expect from most of the public. It’s refreshing, he thinks, to be treated like a person instead of an untouchable item.

You watch as he moves, muscles flexing passively as he goes through his kitchenware to find a bowl suitable to your needs. “I’m Y/N, by the way. I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve introduced myself before.” You say, holding out your hand with a smile.

He turns to look at you, face lighting up with a grin of his own as he feels the pleasure of introducing himself as, well, himself, instead of his hero persona. “Toshinori Yagi. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says, grasping your hand for a firm but warm shake. “Will this bowl work?” He asks, holding up a large bowl adorned with the pattern of his costume.

You nod eagerly, taking it as he holds it out to you. “Thank you so much Toshinori. You’re a lifesaver.” You say, pulling him in by his hand to stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. “I’ll return it tomorrow.” You say with a sweet smile before disappearing back out his door and into your own apartment.

Paralyzed in shock, All Might feels his face slowly heat up as his cheeks and the tip of his ears turn a burning red. His signature grin replaced by a soft smile that slowly grows until his cheeks hurt. Slowly, his hand moves up to touch his cheek where you kissed him, shaking him out of his temporary paralysis. “You’re welcome.” He says quietly, to the closed door that you left behind you.

The following day was decidedly a good one for All Might, despite it being busy. Throughout his morning and afternoon, his thoughts had been consumed by your smile and your kiss. He knows that it shouldn’t be as big of a deal as he is making it, but it was the first time in a long time that he had been seen as something separate from All Might. He returns home around the same hour as the day before to be greeted with something on his doormat. His bowl, sparkling clean, sits patiently for him, holding 3 beautiful cupcakes. While the cupcakes were divine, he found that his favorite treat that you gave him was a thank you card with your phone number on it.

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moonshineandclearskies · 2 years

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dreamkidddream · 2 years

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Hi, Dream! For the game, may I please have Dabi with 🩹 tending to each other's wounds + ☕ reluctant allies + 👀 forced proximity?

Build-a-Blurb Ask Game!

I haven’t written anything for Dabi yet and I’m slowly but surely starting to get caught up in the manga but- I have seen that one panel and goodness 😭😭 reader is gender neutral!

CW: blood, implied burning

“Well aren’t you so sweet? I would’ve thought you were a hero with the way you’re acting.”

“Shut up Dabi.” You gritted through your teeth, making sure to tie the torn fabric a bit too tight around his arm, feeling a bit of satisfaction when he grunted. You tried to convince yourself that you weren’t doing this out of the kindness of your heart- you were only doing it because you got tired of his blood seeping onto your clothes. And because you were stuck in this deserted, cramped office until the heroes outside decided to give up on their search.

You weren’t expecting to run into Dabi here, and you weren’t expecting to have to fight the heroes on patrol together.

You would’ve ran and left him to fight alone as Dabi was someone you took to avoid at every chance- he’s annoying, but too deadly of a threat to be ignored or to be taken lightly, and he made it a personal goal to go out of his way to make his presence known in your life, no matter how much you tried to do the opposite. You were about to curse at him for getting in your way (again) when an arrow whizzed past your ear, and your cheek stinging seconds afterwards with something thin trickling down.

You saw Dabi narrow his eyes, suck his teeth, and shot a wave of blue flames straight behind you. There were too many heroes for either of you to escape, and thus you found yourself fighting alongside him until you could make a run for it.

You wished you would’ve left now, considering how much blood you’re losing yourself. You keep pressing against the deep wound on your stomach, but the world around you is blurry and your wheezing is getting worse with each breath. You knew that hero was a good shot, but not that good.

You’re fighting to keep your eyes open, cursing at the dusty ceiling for ending up like this-

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me just yet.” Dabi nudged you, and your head snapped to meet his gaze. Against the shadows on the wall, it looked as if his turquoise eyes glowed in the dark- it was a haunting yet beautiful sight. “We still have some things we need to talk about.”

“What would we need to talk about? And why would you care if I-“ you didn’t want to be a coward in front of him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence.

“If you died?” He finished it for you mockingly. “You’re more fun than the league is, and after today, it made me realize you could be used for a lot more. The start of a beautiful friendship.” He chuckled, and it made your stomach churn.

He placed his hand directly on your stomach, and you hissed, wincing in pain. His hand, the one that he used to take so many lives without hesitation, was the same hand providing you such warmth. It was eerie to think about. That could be why it seemed like his hand was getting…hotter?

“Can’t just let you leave me now, not after how you helped me out. This is going to hurt, so you might wanna bite down.”

You were confused, until the heat on your skin was getting hotter.

You tried to push him away but he held you down without an issue. The flames licking at his fingertips scared you, and you were so petrified that you were about to beg him to let you go, but he shoved something in between your teeth. You locked eyes with him once more and shook your head, pleading with him, but he just gazed at you with no emotion, only telling you to hold still.

“I think it’s time I returned the favor.“

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manjiroro · 3 years

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a lil hawks headcanon

hawks probably loves cuddling like since hes so busy most of the time when he actually has some free time he loves to spend it with you~ his favourite cuddling position would be you on top of him while he hugs you and gives occasional kisses to the top of your head. he would definitely cradle you with his wings since he needs to protect the love of his life <3

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aizawasnumberonefan · 2 years

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Fade to Black

Shota Aizawa x Reader

841 words

Gray hair. Not as much as he had expected when he first started working at UA, but still. Shota Aizawa had escaped pretty much unscathed from incredibly stressful students until this past year. If he wanted to prove to anyone how stressful they were, he’d show them where his roots were beginning to grow gray from the anxiety and stress.

He doesn’t have anything against gray hair, but for being in his early 30’s, he wasn’t ecstatic about it. He’d overheard one of his students chatting to his best friend about how you’d dyed his hair for him when he couldn’t reach, and you didn’t even mind that your bathtub wound up being stained red with dye afterwards.

These two things, accompanied by the fact that he trusted you as a friend and colleague were the reasons that he was now at your door with hair ties and black box dye in hand. Chuckling, you opened the door a little wider to allow him in. “From stress? Join the club.”

“I’m not too thrilled, but what could I expect. I’m babysitting twenty reasons to go to therapy every day.” He returns, stepping in. “Can you help me cover it up? I don’t want Mic giving me a hard time.”

“Of course, didn’t feel like trying out a new color? I think bright pink roots could look fun on you.” You tease, taking the dye from him and heading to grab a towel to drape over his broad shoulders as he sits at your kitchen table.

“Maybe next time; we can go ahead and do purple highlights then too. They’d match my hero costume.” He smiles, turning the chair to watch you. “Sorry it’s so late, I only just finished my paperwork.”

“You’re fine,” you say, glancing at the clock, “I didn’t even realize how late it was. But anything for a friend in need.” You say, winking playfully, tossing him the towel, and gathering the rest of your hair supplies.

As you get started brushing and sectioning off his hair, he visibly relaxes, making you wonder when the last time he let someone do something like this for him was. The two of you chat while you apply the dye carefully, talking about your students, your lives outside of work, and how life is now that you’re both living on campus. It occurs to you that you’ve never spent this much time alone with Aizawa, usually only spending time with him in a group setting or briefly during breaks at work. It also doesn’t escape either of you that between the fact that you’re alone and the fact that it’s so late in the evening this interaction feels far more intimate than other times you’ve been together.

“Alright, all done.” You say, clipping his hair up to allow it to sit off his shoulders while it processes. “In 30 minutes you’ll wash it out. My shower and towels are already dyed with too much hair dye so you’re welcome to shower here.”

“Much appreciated.” He says, crossing his legs up on the chair as you move to sit diagonal to him so you can carry conversation less awkwardly.

“I have to admit, you look pretty cute with your hair up.” You giggle, realizing that you rarely see him like this, dressed in a band tank top and black sweatpants, hair pulled out of his face, highlighting his bone structure.

“Yeah? Just for you, I’ll wear it up more often.” He shoots back, winking with a smile, using the playfulness of your friendship to cover for the fact that his heart just fluttered.

The two of you continue your conversations, and it feels like it’s only been 5 minutes before your timer rings to alert you that it’s time to rinse.

“Okay, don’t use really hot water, the cooler the better, and rinse until the water is clear or your pillows will be black tomorrow morning.” You say, pointing him to your bathroom.

“And what if my pillows are already black?”

“Shota, rinse it thoroughly.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He chuckles, smiling at you before disappearing into your bathroom. You hear the shower turn on and decide to pull out some student’s work to grade. You know that it can take a while to rinse out box dye, but combined with how late it is, your eyelids get heavier way sooner than you expected. By the time Aizawa steps out of your bathroom, towel draped over his shoulders to protect his shirt from his dripping hair, you’re curled up in the corner of your couch, sleeping peacefully with your pen still in hand.

The next morning when you wake up, you’re draped in a blanket that had not been there when you fell asleep, as well as what can best be described as a flirty ransom sticky note on your fridge, reading “If you want your towel back, call me.” With Aizawa’s number and a winky face below.

It’s going to be hard not to look forward to redyeing his roots every few weeks.

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aizawasnumberonefan · 2 years

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Late Nights Alone Together

Shota Aizawa x Reader

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“What are you doing?” You ask to your colleague, who is currently sitting on the hotel hallway floor at 2 am.

“Sitting.” He replies sarcastically.

“Aizawa, I mean why aren’t you in your room?”

“Mic kicked me out. He was testing out a new DJing set for the next school dance, and he was being loud so I erased his quirk.”

“Does he know the itinerary says that the teachers have to be up at 7 am to get the kids to their proper training grounds?”

“Who knows? He got annoyed with not being able to hear the full effect of his quirk on the set though and kicked me out.”

“If I didn’t know better, I would have guessed that you two were randomly paired to room together, instead of requesting it.” You giggle.

“Yeah, yeah.” He smiles, “Why are you up?”

“Couldn’t sleep. I was going to walk to the convenience store down the street I saw while we were pulling in for a snack.”

“Alone?”

“Well, yeah.”

“No.” Aizawa says, standing up, grunting as he stretches out his back. “I’ll come with, you could use the company and I could use an activity instead of sitting here all night.”

This is how you ended up walking down the street with Shota Aizawa, one of your fellow professors at UA high school. Right now, the majority of UA was on a school trip for training at new locations to get the kids ready for unfamiliar situations and places. The professors were staying at the hotel as well, a few stationed on each floor with the kids, and you were lucky enough to be on the same floor as your work crush. You two had built a friendship and as you’d gotten closer, you’d been crushing harder, so you were a little bit too excited to be taking this little adventure with him. He walked slightly ahead, which allowed you to smile as happily and brightly as you wanted at the joy of having this late-night interaction with your crush.

“So did his set sound any good?” You ask, breaking the silence.

“It’s still a work in progress, but I think the kids will like it.” Aizawa replies, turning his head slightly to look at you as you walked. The streetlamp you’d just passed illuminated his face in warm artificial light, and you thanked your lucky stars that the shadows were hiding your blush. The combination of the intimacy of this encounter and the softness with which he looked at you made your heart squeeze. You take a moment to wonder if your students feel the same way when interacting with their crushes.

“That’s good. It’s always nice when the students have a good time. They’re usually in a better mood for the next few days and are more cooperative.” You reply, breaking into a slight jog to walk at his side as he returns his gaze forward. “I remember thinking that Katsuki Bakugo was absent for a few days after the last student event because I hadn’t heard him yelling for so long.”

Aizawa breaks into laughter, which makes you smile in turn. “Really? Funny enough, you aren’t the first person to tell me that.” He replies.

The two of you continue to chat as you make your way to the convenience store. Once there, you and Aizawa split to separate sides of the store, each of you accumulating your small snack haul before meeting back up at the register. You try to insist on paying for his items because you dragged him all the way here, but he pays for yours instead, under the firm stance that you gave him a chance to get out of the hallway and he wants to thank you.

“What’d you get?” You ask, looking over at Aizawa unpacking his items from the paper bag. You two had decided to take a seat on the curb outside the front of the store instead of returning to the hotel quite yet.

“I found a slice of lemon cake. Reminds me of when I was younger.” He says, pulling it out of the bag. “And a coffee, of course.” He says, gesturing to the beverage next to him as he hands you the bag, with the remaining items being yours. “What about you?”

You begin unpacking, explaining what each small item was as you pulled it out, saving your best find for last. “And this! I haven’t seen this soda since I was a kid, it’s most popular in my region so it’s hardly available anywhere else. It’s floral and fruity and just so good. Wanna try?” You ask, a toothy grin on your face as you hold out the bottle. He takes it from you and takes a sip. Despite his best efforts, his dislike of the drink shows plainly on his face. “Not a fan?” You laugh.

He smiles back at you, handing it back. “Not quite.” His eyes dart to your arms, barely covered by your tshirt. You’d drastically underestimated how chilly it would be, but you didn’t much care because of who you were in the company of. “You’re cold.” He states plainly, which invites you to look at your arms which are, indeed, coated in goosebumps.

“I guess so.” You reply, looking back up to be met with him pulling his sweatshirt off. The shirt he has on under rides up just slightly, exposing his lower stomach and happy trail to you, which sends you into a blush that warms you right up. You look respectfully back down at your arms until he finishes taking off his sweatshirt.

“Here. Mic keeps the room cold when we travel so I’m used to layers.” He says, and sure enough his undershirt looks far warmer than your tshirt.

“Thank you, Shota.” You reply, taking his sweatshirt and pulling it over your head. It’s much too big for you, but you don’t mind. It’s still warm from when he was wearing it, and smells just like him, like pine, mint, and eucalyptus. You finish adjusting it and look back up at him, where he is already gazing at you with the softest look you’ve ever received. He quickly shakes himself out of it, but not before you notice the small smile and dreamy blush on his cheeks.

The two of you continue to eat your snacks, talking about your students, about your personal lives, about anything under the sun. Pretty soon, all wrappers, cups, and bottles are empty and tossed back into the paper bag they came in.

“I suppose we should be heading back now.” Shota says, standing and extending his hand to you to help you up.

You take it, letting your hand linger in his a little longer than was necessary, and you take note of how he felt a little too reluctant to let go. “Do you think Mic ever unlocked your door?”

“Probably not, if I know him he fell asleep without remembering to.”

“Well, if we get there and it’s locked, you can sleep in my room for the night. Only if you’d want to, of course.”

“I’d hate to bother you and your roommate-”

“I wasn’t assigned one. And I’d hate to leave you in the hallway to sleep for the rest of the night when I’ve got space.”

“Are you sure?”

“Shota, I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.”

“Then I’ll take you up on it, thank you.”

The two of you return to the hotel, each smiling happily to yourselves, especially since your hands had found one another’s at some point on the way back, and it wasn’t until you were unlocking the door with your free hand, your other hand busy holding Aizawa’s, that you remembered that you weren’t assigned a roommate because your room only had one bed. But that’s a trope for another time.

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aizawasnumberonefan · 2 years

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Normalcy

Toshinori Yagi x Reader

1,220 words

Life at UA High School is hardly ordinary. For students, you are constantly learning about the hero world, honing your skills, and making connections. For faculty, you are protecting the students, creating lessons to help your students with their quirks, and overall dealing with the stresses of being a teacher. You were no stranger to these stressors as a UA teacher yourself, and today especially, they were becoming overwhelming.

It's after classes and the students have gone home. You’re grading papers in your classroom, frustrated with how your students had acted today and with how they’d clearly not paid attention to the lessons, at least according to their work. After the fourth failed assignment you get up from your desk with a groan of frustration, walking to the window to open it for some fresh air.

“Are you alright?” you hear behind you, turning to see Toshinori Yagi in your doorway, the pro hero more commonly known as All Might. He peers in at you concerningly, letting his broad form lean against the doorway.

“It’s been a tough day.” You sigh, pushing your hair out of your face and leaning back against the windowsill. “My students ran me up the wall, I’m having to rewrite my lesson plans, and there are not one but two tabloids who have been calling me every hour to beg for an interview to talk about my hero work and my students.”

“Do you want company, to be left alone, or a break?”

“I want a break. Can we go do something for a bit?” You ask, thankful that he had been walking by your classroom at the perfect moment.

“Of course. I know how taxing constant work can be on your body and mind. Have you been to the park down by the town center since it opened?”

“No, not yet.”

“Perfect, then we can go there.” He says, flashing his signature smile and extending his hand to you.

You grab your coat off the back of your chair, take his hand, and walk out the door together.

The park is chilly, which you should’ve expected for late autumn. You’re bundled up in your favorite winter jacket and Toshinori has taken his smaller form to avoid too much attention. He’s wearing his own merch, an All Might sweatshirt that hangs loosely on his thin frame. Since you started work at UA at the same time as him, you and All Might had gotten close. You can’t deny that you’ve been getting more and more excited to talk to him when you get into work each day. You ate lunch together, chatted over coffee, and would often grade papers together, but it wasn’t common for the two of you to go out with one another. This special and rare occurrence had your heart beating a little faster than you’d anticipated.

The two of you had made the short walk hand in hand, neither of you letting go since he took your hand in your classroom. Once you arrive to the park, Toshinori leads you to a bench.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” He says, squeezing your hand once before letting go.

You take a seat on the bench, allowing yourself to take a deep breath in and out, settling into place and decompressing after the tough day you’ve had. You spend a few minutes just observing the park, letting your mind wander to making more plans with Toshinori here. By the time he returns, your posture is visibly more relaxed, prompting him to smile as he walks up. He takes a seat beside you, handing you a nice warm cup of hot chocolate.

“Best one in the city. Give it a try.” He prompts you, letting you take a sip and relishing in the way your eyes widen as you realize he’s right.

“And you’ve kept it secret from me all this time?” You joke, flashing a toothy smile at him which he happily returns.

“This is one of my new favorite places to come to when life just feels too busy. It’s nice to sit, relax, and watch the people we protect enjoy their safety and go about their days. It’s easy to forget that I rarely get to be one of them.”

You watch him speak, his eyes focused on the other people enjoying the park, and you lean your head on his shoulder when he finishes talking.

“You’re as much a normal person as the rest of us. It’s okay to enjoy a normal day even if you’re the world’s most loved hero.” You reassure him softly. He puts his arm around you, his other hand holding his own hot chocolate. He takes a sip and tips the cup in the direction of a couple walking down a path, holding hands much like you two had been not long ago.

“What do you think? I think maybe third or fourth date, but it’s going well.” He says.

“Look again.” You say, pointing to the medium sized dog between them. “I’m betting that’s their dog, and that would make me think it’s been at least a few months.”

“Why can’t it just be the dog of the person walking it?” Toshinori asks.

“Check out the other person’s jacket. It has a matching color scheme to the dog’s sweater.”

“Good eye.” He smiles. “Okay, them. What’s their story?” He asks, using the cup to gesture at a person shopping at the farmer’s market across the small field.

“Check out their tote bag. It looks well worn, I bet they shop here often. And fresh veggies? I wonder if they have a garden in the summer that they have trouble keeping up in cold weather so they shop here to make sure they still have access to fresh produce.”

“You’re good at this.”

“Thank you.” You smile, taking another sip of the hot chocolate and visually scanning the park. “Okay, them, what’s their story?” You ask, pointing at another couple on a blanket in the grass.

Toshinori grins. “Oh that’s easy. Long term couple, probably a few years together. That’s a homemade blanket, I bet they made it together as a cute date idea. Dressed a little nicer than I’d expect for a picnic, but maybe it’s a fancy date?” He says, narrowing his eyes to focus more closely. “No! Look at his right hand, right behind the picnic basket, out of his boyfriend’s sight. He’s going to propose to him.”

“I love seeing people in love. It’s so refreshing to see happiness existing out in the world instead of the negativity that we see a lot.”

“No kidding. Pro heroes are rarely called in if it isn’t a disaster. It’s easy for the doom and gloom to get to you.” Toshinori sighs, letting his head drop to rest on yours which hasn’t moved off his shoulder. “I like it here. I like being a normal civilian and living a normal life when I get the chance.”

“Same here. It gets so busy so easily that it’s hard to remember to relax and slow down.” You say, using a free hand to reach up and hold his hand while his arm is still draped across your shoulders. “Can we do this again sometime?”

A soft smile stretches across All Might’s face. “I’d love nothing more.”

thank you @princeasimdiya12 for this request :)

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aizawasnumberonefan · 2 years

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Iced Latte

Hawks x reader

1,422 words

cw: baby bird as a pet name lol

Living in a superpowered society means living in a quick moving society. Fortunately, you’re able to find time away from the hustle and bustle to relax and enjoy the more fun things in life. Before and after work you enjoy spending time in a local coffee shop. Your favorite spot is a little nook by a window, where you like to sit with a drink and your laptop. It’s a two-person table where you can sit with your back to the wall watching people come in through the door: a nice peaceful place to sit and write fanfiction. I mean, come on. A city full of dreamy heroes and you aren’t supposed to fantasize about them? Plus you enjoy writing it; it helps you imagine as much as it helps those who read your writing.

The other day was like any normal one, you were sitting at your table sipping on your favorite drink and writing a delicious piece about Mt Lady and the reader, when the door opened and the little bell jingled. You glance up at the entryway out of habit, but you find yourself stuck in place when your eyes land on your favorite pro hero. Keigo Takami saunters over to the counter, the setting sun casting a heavenly glow around him as he orders a coffee before his nightly hero shift. You’d never seen him here before and you’d been coming for months, and it felt a little surreal to have the subject of most of your fanfic standing in the same coffee shop as you. Your mind wanders to all the pieces you’ve written about him, but you’re snapped out of it as he scans the café and locks eyes with you briefly. He shoots you a small but friendly smile and you smile back wholeheartedly, quickly moving your eyes back to your laptop screen, willing the heat rushing to your cheeks away.

He leaves immediately after getting his coffee and you take a few deep breaths in an earnest attempt to get your mind back on track, but after a few minutes you give up, shut your laptop, and head home. Over the next few weeks, you see Hawks at the café again and again, first only in the evenings, but he begins coming in in the mornings too. Each time, the two of you exchange a smile, and you continue willing yourself not to blush too hard. As such, it isn’t a surprise to see that your fanfiction blog has turned more and more into a Hawks fan blog. You’re posting multiple pieces a week of Hawks x reader on your account, and each has been getting more notes than the last.

You hadn’t noticed until today, but you’ve been looking forward to seeing him each time. Tonight, you were sitting in your usual spot writing a piece about Keigo and you don’t notice how late it’s gotten until the sun stops shining on the keys of your laptop. You glance at the time, then the door, taking notice of how it’s far later than when he usually comes in. You decide to wait another half hour before you leave. At five minutes til you were going to leave, Hawks comes through the door. His hero costume is a little beaten up, and he has specks of blood on his face. He puts in his order and, surprisingly, walks over to you. He pulls out the chair and sits, “Sorry I’m late.”

You sit speechlessly, staring at your favorite pro hero’s face illuminated in the late glow from the deep sunset and streetlights out the window. Stunned, you finally manage a meek hello.

“Give me a second to wash up, I’ll be back.” He says, standing to go to the bathroom. You take the few moments to contemplate getting up and running away, but you quickly think better. He returns shortly, grabbing his drink from the counter and sitting back down across from you. His face is freshly washed, any evidence of a recent villain encounter now rinsed away.

“Hi.” You say softly.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late, had a little business to attend to on the way.” He says, taking a sip of the iced latte he always orders. “But thankfully that means that I have time today to sit down and talk with you for a while. I have to say, your fanfiction is really good.”

“My- what?” You say, stumbling over your words, the blush on your cheeks now burning from embarrassment instead of the thrill of being near your hero crush. “How- what?”

“Your fanfiction. It’s pretty cute that you think I’m like that. Figured I’d give you the chance to get to know me a little better.” He says, giving you a cocky grin. “It’s not that hard to find you online, by the way. You tag this café a lot on social media. After I saw you the first time, I figured I’d pop in again. Eventually I tried to look you up, and your cute face was readily available on your socials. Didn’t take much more to find your blog and fanfics.”

You try to find words to say but all you can do is stutter, red in the face, while he sips on his coffee, smugly smiling at you and waiting for you to find your voice. “Uh, hi.” You finally eke out.

“Yes, hi.” He chuckles. “For the record, I think your lips look delicious too.” He says in reference to your latest post.

Your voice fails you again as your blush deepens and you’re sure that your whole body must be emitting steam from how flustered he has gotten you in such a short time. You’re suddenly shocked back into reality as he loops a finger around the edge of your laptop screen, beginning to turn it towards him while making a remark about how he wants to see your latest work in progress about him. You quickly snap it shut with Hawks barely having enough time to pull his finger back from getting slammed between your screen and keyboard.

“Relax, doll. I just figured it would be fun to finally talk to you. I don’t mean any harm. I wanted to give you something real to base your next piece on.”

“I-“, you clear your throat, “I hardly think that you coming into a café splattered in blood and flustering me would make good material.”

“No? How about I take you out for a real date then, would that work?”

“A date?”

“That’s what I said.”

“With you?”

“Hopefully.”

“A date?”

“That continues to be what I said.”

“You want me to go on a date with you?”

“I’m not sure where I lost you.”

“Why?”

He chuckles. “You’re cute, you seem to have good date ideas, and, if I were just guessing, you seem to like me.”

“You want me to go on a date with you?”

“Do you not want to?”

“No!” You say, probably a little too quickly, “No, I want to. I just don’t think I understand. I mean you’re Hawks.”

“That’s me, yeah. And you’re really attractive, have fun thoughts I’d like to help you actualize, and I’d really like to get to know you better.”

“I- okay.”

“Okay? Okay yes or okay no?”

“Okay yes.”

“Perfect, meet me here at our usual time tomorrow night?”

“Where are we going?”

“I was thinking we could go for dinner, get to know each other, and maybe I could fly you over the city if you’d like. I read your fic about that and it seemed like you really liked it in that one.”

Your fading blush returns. “Okay, on one condition.”

“What?”

“Stop reading my fanfiction.”

“Not until I show you how much better every single one is when you’re getting to live it out.” He winks, standing from his chair and straightening out his hero costume, undoubtedly about to head out to continue his night of hero work.

You smile, an almost involuntary reaction, the butterflies in your stomach going nuts. “You’re more handsome in person.”

“You’re more gorgeous up close.” He shoots back quickly. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow, wear whatever makes you feel good.”

You nod, your thoughts still racing through all the fics you posted about him, sincerely hoping that he doesn’t remember the silly little pet name you have him use consistently in your stories to the reader.

“See you then,” he says, walking to the door before pausing to look back at you, “baby bird.”

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aizawasnumberonefan · 2 years

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Liquid Courage

Shota Aizawa x Reader

1,815 words

cw: alcohol

Sometimes the teachers of UA need a break. Between stressful emergencies, difficult students, and the overall stress that comes with any teaching profession, you and your coworkers need a night to de-stress. A local bar near the professor living quarters bears witness to these monthly outings with the staff of UA. These nights usually consist of drinking games, drunken karaoke, and tipsy shenanigans typical of young adults in stressful jobs.

Tonight, you found yourself sharing a table by the bar with Eraserhead, Present Mic, Midnight, and All Might. Usually Midnight sits at the bar, buying drinks for every attractive person in her view, but tonight you asked her to hang out with your usual group. You and Aizawa have had an unspoken, understated ‘flirtationship’ since you’d been hired on as a professor. The two of you joke while eating lunch together, stay late together grading papers, and occasionally, Shota will bring you a coffee. Now, normally, you would consider this a work friendship like any other, but the way that he’s memorized your coffee order, the way he looks at you, and the way your jokes will often turn flirty, make you doubt that this relationship is anything near ordinary.

You’d approached Midnight a few days ago, hoping for her perspective on what’s going on between the two of you, and she confirmed for you that she believes that there could very well be something there. Over the last few days, you’d been casually trying to test the waters with Aizawa, with little progress on knowing how he feels, so tonight Midnight suggested you get dolled up and flirt more openly.

You’d taken her advice, doing your hair and makeup the same way you’d do in college when you were going out to the bars with your friends in hopes of catching the eye of someone dreamy, and put on a cute top and skirt set, something more flirtatious, but not too over the top. You arrived at the bar early, meeting Midnight for some liquid courage before the night starts. So now, as you stand next to Shota at a table by the bar, you feel the fiery alcoholic warmth in your chest encouraging you, in tandem with Midnight across from you, to flirt a little more unabashedly than usual.

“You look nice tonight.” Aizawa says, breaking you out of your tipsy trance, face closer than you’d realized.

“Thank you,” you reply, “I dressed with the intention of making you think I look good.” You smile up at him, smiling a little bigger when you see his lips quirk upward and a faint red tint settle on his cheeks.

“It worked.” He mumbles back, turning toward his drink, letting his hair fall in an attempt to cover the pink on his face and ears. Midnight winks at you from across the table in approval. Simultaneously, Present Mic and Aizawa exchange looks, Mic having heard all about Shota’s growing crush on you. Mic chuckles as he makes eye contact with Aizawa, who had been not at all expecting you to flirt more than the usual remarks that could be taken either as flirty or as friendly.

Mic leans over to All Might, who had been blissfully watching Gang Orca performing Celine Dion’s My Heart Will Go On during karaoke.

“Wanna play a game?” Mic asks All Might in hushed tones.

“What do you mean?” All Might replies.

“Every time Y/N flusters Shota, we take a sip.”

“Flusters him?”

“Have you not noticed, man? They’re into each other and it’s obvious to everyone but them… and apparently you. She just made him blush and look away like he’s a schoolgirl, and the night’s only started. We can even raise the stakes. I think that he’ll kiss her by the end of the night. If she kisses him first, I’ll pay for our drinks, if he kisses her first, you buy. Deal?”

“Deal.” All Might confirms, happy to be involved in the fun.

As the night progresses, the drinking game that Mic has devised is revealed to Midnight, who begins buying drinks for both you and Aizawa to loosen the two of you up more. Even though none of the three of them are being stealthy about their game and bet, you and Shota are so focused on one another that neither of you notice what’s occurring around you.

An hour in, Present Mic and All Might have gone through three drinks already, and the five of you are watching Vlad King sing Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me. You’ve already gone through your fair share of cocktails, taking a sip to steady yourself between every flirtatious comment. Aizawa has as well, trying to steady his gaze on your eyes instead of letting it flicker down to your lips every time you speak, which you’ve been doing shamelessly.

“Can I try out a pickup line on you?” you giggle, starry eyes looking up at your crush.

“Go for it.” He smiles.

“If you were a pirate, would you want your parrot on this shoulder,” You start, lightly resting your fingertips on Aizawa’s shoulder closest to you, “or this shoulder?” You finish, reaching your hand to slide across his back to his other shoulder as his eyes follow, resting there as comfortably as you could with how much higher his shoulders were than yours. You beam at Midnight, who gives you a subtle thumbs up.

Shota blushes, cueing another sip from both Mic and All Might, turning back to you, realizing that your face was much closer than before this cheesy pickup line. “That was pretty good.” He chuckles, letting his eyes flit to your lips before dragging back up to match your gaze. “Though I think you’d be more comfortable if it were my arm around you instead.”

Now it’s your turn to blush, eyes widening and cheeks flushing hot as you remove your arm, only for his to put his own around you.

“Was I right?” He asks softly, leaning down towards you while you feel your heart practically beating out of your chest.

“Yeah.” You say quietly, your gaze switching quickly between his eyes and his lips.

He pauses there for a second and pulls away, much to Mic’s dismay, as he had been poking All Might, who had been pulling out his wallet to pay for everyone’s drinks once Aizawa kissed you.

“It’s getting so warm in here.” Shota chuckles, turning to the group for confirmation. Midnight nods helpfully, while Mic gives him a ‘what gives’ look, and All Might smiles triumphantly. “Guess it’s time to put my hair up, huh?” He says, beginning to gather his hair behind his head.

“Let me help.” You offer, placing your hand on his wrist to stop his motion. “Your hair looks better than mine half the time, I’ve always wanted the chance to play with it.” You tease, winking at him. He smiles and hands you his hair tie.

“Do you need me to turn around?” Aizawa asks.

“No, this is fine.” You state, turning and stepping closer to face him directly. “Hold still.” You say as you reach forward, gently tucking his hair behind his ears and leaning forward, impossibly aware of how close you are to him, reaching behind his head to tie his hair back in the half-up half-down bun that he’s so fond of and you love seeing him in. “There.” You say as you reach your arms back, staying so close that his face is practically radiating heat. “This hairstyle looks good on you.” You say quietly, eyes focused on his before letting them drift to his lips. Aizawa is frozen as you revert back how you were originally, smiling at Midnight, who gives you the proudest look you’ve ever received. Mic and All Might both finish their drinks and Mic drunkenly shouts out, “SHOTS!” The group agrees on what each person wants, and Mic goes up to the bar to buy them.

You focus on smoothing out your shirt, smiling to yourself as you’re intimately aware of the way Shota’s pupils were blown out while you were so close to him, and aware of the way he’s sneakily glancing over at you every few seconds. “You know, I actually don’t really like taking shots.” You lightheartedly admit to the group. “I don’t like the taste of alcohol and it’s hardest to hide in shots.” You elaborate.

Midnight perks up at this, shooting a disheveled Aizawa a look. “Shota knows a way to make it easier, Y/N. I used to teach people how to do this all the time when we first started doing nights out before you were hired. It’s a fun little trick, and while he hasn’t tried it yet, I’m sure he’d be happy to teach you how it works.” She smiles innocently at you and Aizawa, who hastily tries to mask his nerves as he recalls what she’s referring to. All Might, who’s seen this trick, glares at Midnight, who shoots him an apologetic look.

“Will you teach me?” You ask Aizawa, turning to look up at him, unaware of what Midnight is planning.

“If you want, but you’ll have to trust me, okay?” He replies, watching your face for any slight hesitation.

You nod excitedly as Mic returns with five shot glasses, passing them out to whomever ordered each.

“To a great night!” Mic booms, with all of you echoing his words before downing your shots. As soon as you swallow, you feel Aizawa’s arm wrap around your waist, his hand landing at the small of your back to pull you closer as he crashes his lips to yours. Surprised, you freeze before kissing him back, using your free hand to grab the collar of his shirt and pull him closer to you. Mic cheers, which shocks you both out of the kiss, and a dejected All Might heads to the bar to pay the table’s tab.

“What was that about?” Aizawa asks, finding the words that eluded you in the direct aftermath of what you’d been daydreaming about for quite some time.

“The boys made a bet, if you kissed Y/N first, All Might paid our tab, but if she kissed you first, Mic would pay. And they struck up quite a tab, too.” Midnight explains.

“No kidding!” Mic continues, “Shota, dude, you took soooo long to kiss her. And Y/N, good job on making him blush so much.” He teases you, making you blush and smile embarrassedly. “Every time you got him flustered, we’d take a sip. I don’t even know how many drinks we went through.” He laughs.

“That’s not fair.” Aizawa laughs, taking a moment to turn back to you. “You seriously caught me off guard with the flirting tonight, but I’m glad you did.” He winks.

“Shut up and kiss me again.” You fire back with a smile, and he obliges.

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aizawasnumberonefan · 2 years

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Permanence

Shota Aizawa x Reader

694 words

The tattoo machine buzzes against your ribs as you lay on your side in the chair. Aizawa holds your hand, letting you squeeze it hard without so much as a wince.

“You’re doing great.” He says gently. He’d already had his turn in the chair. Your favorite flower now stretches delicately up the side of his left knee, the entire thing wrapped in gauze and medical tape to protect the fresh ink. He leans over you and smiles, watching the artist fill in your new tattoo with yellow color. You’d brought the idea up to him a few months ago, getting tattoos for one another that weren’t corny like getting one another’s names. He was so cautious in picking out something meaningful that you would like, something that would look beautiful and right at home on your body.

You’d settled on your favorite flower for him, as he made sure to include it in every bouquet he’s ever gifted you with. It was a piece of beauty wrapped in history between the two of you, and he wanted to pick something similarly meaningful for you.

You’d been so sweet to him while he sat for his tattoo, checking on him, worried that it was hurting him too much, no matter how many times he reminded you that he’s experienced far worse for far less pleasant reasons. You brought about an entire pantry’s full of snacks and waters in case he got lightheaded and needed a break or needed any form of comfort that you couldn’t give with your presence alone. He was fine though, simply asking for kisses from you every so often.

You’re being so strong through yours. Even though ribs are one of the most painful places to get a tattoo, you refused to tap out, only pausing for short breaks to check out the progress and break into the biggest smile, the one that makes Shota’s heart squeeze and smile just as hard, so incredibly happy to see that you love the design he chose.

He picked his goggles, something that reminds you of him that isn’t overly garish. On one of your first dates, you’d sheepishly asked if you could try them on, and the way that they looked draped around your neck made him fall even harder and faster for you. On one of your dates further into the relationship, you’d proposed painting something about the other and gifting the paintings to each other at the end. He’d chosen to paint the necklace that you wear daily, one that he gave you on your first anniversary. Since then, he’s never seen you without it. You’d painted his goggles, making sure to add every detail that you could. He hung it on his wall that day, and it still makes him happy to see it.

“Done. What do you think?” says the tattoo artist. You jump up and go look in the mirror, face breaking up into a painfully big smile, turning your head to look at Shota. He returns your smile and gets up to go stand behind you.

“What do you think, love?” He asks, looking from the piece of art to you, where you nod enthusiastically.

“I love it, thank you so much!” You say, turning to the artist. You return to the chair to get bandaged up and Shota follows suit.

“I think they look better on you than they ever have on me.” He says, taking your hand and gently touching the skin around it, careful not to touch the sensitive tattoo site. His cool fingers raise goosebumps on your skin, making you giggle.

“Oh, not a chance. They’re your signature for a reason.” You say and lean forward to kiss his cheek, making him smile as he watches the artist bandage your side.

“Oh darling, if they looked half as good on me as they do on you, I’d be the number one fan-rated hero for aesthetics only. Good try though.” He winks, returning your kiss, but to your forehead. “Look at us now, tattoos for each other, so you’ll never forget me.” He jokes with a half smile.

“As if I ever could.”

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aizawasnumberonefan · 2 years

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Pay Attention

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Prompt 38 under fluff

848 words

Learning French is by no means an easy task. It was required for your college major, but you had been putting off taking it. Now it’s about halfway through the semester and you still aren’t entirely sure what’s going on in your class and can’t do much more than say hello my name is. At your professor’s guidance, you signed up for tutoring through the college. There are many things you would rather do than listen to some pretentious ass condescendingly explain French basics to you, but you were hopeful that it would help you understand more.

To your surprise, when you walk into the library to meet your tutor, you see a cute boy with spiky blond hair. He’s scowling at his phone, which dims your excitement.

“Are you the French tutor?” You ask, hesitating to put down your things.

“Yeah. Sit.” He says gruffly, not looking up from his phone. You oblige, setting down your things and getting out your notebook, pen, and worksheets. “I assume you’re Y/N? Katsuki Bakugo.” He says, briefly introducing himself as he stretches in his chair before looking at you.

“Nice to meet you.” You grumble, the fact that your tutor is cute being entirely overshadowed by his personality.

“What do you need help with? Conversational French, advanced conjugations, what?”

“..Basics.”

“Basics?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“You need a tutor for basic beginners French?”

“Look, it’s fucking hard.”

“Eight year olds can learn it.”

“Good for them. Now help me.”

After an hour or so of him helping you, you’d warmed up to him a little more, and him to you. You agree on meeting biweekly to continue your tutoring and make sure you don’t fail your course. Throughout the meetings, as Katsuki had stopped being as rude to you, the fact that he was attractive and very much your type started to creep its way back into your mind. You’d tested the waters by flirting a little, which was met with a stern look and a “shut up, dumbass.” Although you backed off, it wasn’t long before you started up again. You eventually learned more about him and began contacting him outside of tutoring, never much but always a little more friendly than professional. You couldn’t tell, but as you edged your way into his life, Katsuki slowly started to tolerate you more. You could handle his fire and personality and shot back at him when he got an attitude. He didn’t have too many people in his life who would interact with him like that, and it was a refreshing change to the norm.

At this tutoring session, you brought coffee for the two of you. It was a chilly day and you thought that he would appreciate the kind gesture.

“What’s this?” He says as you hand him the cup.

“Coffee. It’s cold out.”

“Why?”

“Its cold out. And I’m being nice.”

“All the niceness in the world couldn’t make up for how stupid you are at French.”

“Shut up. If I’m stupid at this point it’s your fault, not mine.”

You start the tutoring session over your coffees, and it was a vast improvement from where you were the first time you met with him. Today, you’re studying basic past tense, which means a lot of explaining from Katsuki about the basics. In the middle of his sentence, you interrupt him.

“Sorry, could you say that again?”

“Were you not listening?” He grumbles, frowning at you from across the table.

“No, I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“Shut up, dumbass.” He replies, but you don’t miss the way that his cheeks tinge pink. You smile in response, continuing to listen as he explains the basics of past tense in French. You take a sip from your coffee, peering at him from over the top of your cup. His blond hair compliments the ever-present tan on his skin, even during the winter. You study the features of his face as he reads from his notebook, taking note of the delicate way his eyes move across the page instead of taking actual notes. You’re brought back to reality when those eyes look up at you instead. You can’t deny the way your heart speeds up a little and your cheeks heat up, but you do try to keep looking cool and collected.

“Now you weren’t listening.”

“Just looking at how pretty you are.”

“I do that every time we meet here but I can still pay attention.” He shoots back, which finally makes you lose that cool and collected vibe you were going for, making your cheeks flush and the corners of your lips quirk upward.

“That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“You affect me more than I affect you.”

“Who says? Maybe I’m just better at keeping my face straight.”

“Doubtful. I’d love to wipe that smugness off your face sometime though.”

“How about tonight? I’ll take you to dinner, pick you up at seven? There’s a French bistro down the way, but I expect you to order in French.”

“Deal.”

“Good. Now pay attention, dumbass.”

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