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august-anon · 1 year
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War on Christmas -- Squealing Santa 2022
My @squealing-santa​ gift is ready, and it is for the very very cool @a-fluffer-nutter​! From your BNHA ship list I went with EraserMic, and had lots of fun with your prompt of "The pairing celebrating Christmas or the holidays. Opening presents turns to chaos!" Though, it wound up being more post-gift opening/cleaning up chaos in the end. I hope you enjoy!
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Fandom: BNHA
Ship(s): EraserMic
Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Aizawa/Switch!Yamada
Word Count: 1501 words
Summary: Hizashi and Aizawa get a little sidetracked while cleaning up the post-gift opening mess.
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Christmas in the Aizawa-Yamada home was turning out a bit more chaotic that year, compared to the celebrations of the past.
While Hitoshi had seemed perfectly content to sleep in until late in the morning, a boy after Shouta’s own heart, the combined energy and excitement from Hizashi and Eri had the whole household up when the sun had barely cleared the horizon. From there, the morning was a blur of messy breakfast, wrapping paper, and sparkly bows.
Now, they finally had a moment of quiet.
The moment Eri had opened her last, largest gift and found a pink, sparkly tricycle inside, Shouta knew it was over. While she would never demand it herself, they could all see how much she was itching to take it out for a ride, snowy lawns and icy sidewalks be damned. Hitoshi, perhaps seeing the exhaustion in Shouta’s eyes, or maybe just wanting to get out of the house because of the flirtatious looks Hizashi kept shooting him, didn’t hesitate to offer to take her out for a ride.
And then it was just the two of them, finally having a moment of privacy, getting to enjoy each other’s company… if it weren’t for the mess.
For so many years, when it had just been the two of them, there had always been so little to clean up. A few pieces of wrapping paper here, a handful of dishes there, and then the house was clean once more. Now, however, their living room was covered in brightly colored foil paper, all ripped to shreds. The dishwasher and sink were overflowing with dishes from cookie baking, large dinners, and sweet breakfasts. The coffee table was covered in frosting and edible glitter from Eri’s (and, admittedly, Hizashi’s) efforts. The house looked like Christmas had exploded, and not in a fun, festive way, and Shouta decided that that certainly wouldn’t do. 
So, despite all Hizashi’s whining for attention, Shouta moved on to cleaning. They had plenty of time for Hizashi’s dramatic forms of affection later. Right now, Shouta wanted to be able to see the floor.
And then, as Shouta tried to gather up some of the stray pieces of colorful paper scattered around the tree, he felt something hit him in the back of the head. Looking down, Shouta saw a balled-up scrap of wrapping paper.
“You’re supposed to be cleaning,” Shouta said, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “Not making more of a mess.”
Hizashi gave him an innocent look. “I don’t know what you mean, Sho.”
Shouta narrowed his eyes. Fine. Two could play at that game. Instead of immediately retaliating, Shouta only huffed and turned back to his own trash bag, shoving the balled-up paper inside and continuing to clean. He heard Hizashi let out a quiet sigh on the other side of the room and the rustle of him continuing to clean. That was when Shouta struck.
Quickly, he balled up several scraps of paper, doing his best to make it look like he was only trying to make the trash fit better. Then, he took his arsenal and chucked one directly at the back of Hizashi’s head. Hizashi yelped and whirled around, a hand raising up to where the paper hit him as he gave Shouta a startled look. Shouta smirked, throwing a second balled-up scrap and nailing Hizashi directly in the forehead.
“Oh, you’re on Sho!”
Shouta scoffed, wider grin tugging at his mouth. “I may not have started this fight, but I’ll certainly finish it.”
And then the room became a whirlwind of bright, flying paper. They had bought the pretty, decorative kind this year, for Eri and Hitoshi’s first holiday with them, which meant they were both likely to be shampooing glitter out of their head for weeks. Shouta wondered if they would ever get it out of the carpet.
Hizashi laughed the whole time, loudly and easily, dodging sloppily (despite the fact that Shouta knew he could do better than that, they were Pro Heroes after all) but throwing with alarming accuracy. Shouta, on the other hand, didn’t hold back. He was much more suited for this kind of war than Hizashi, with his skillset as an Underground Hero, but when he finally cracked, barking out a laugh when he accidentally knocked Hizashi’s glasses right off his face, he started to get a bit sloppy himself. There was a sort of fun in that too, not aiming to be perfect the whole time. It was a game, after all. A silly bit of fun. He could afford to not be perfect.
He would still win, anyway.
At least, he would have, if Hizashi wasn’t a dirty rotten cheat. With a battle cry, Hizashi broke from his side of the room, pelting a laughing Shouta with wrapping paper ball after wrapping paper ball as he charged, eventually tackling Shouta down to the ground.
“Hey!” Shouta snapped, trying his best to sound authoritative despite the lingering laughter in his tone. “Get off!”
Hizashi only laughed, pressing his weight further onto Shouta. Shouta scoffed and reached up, grasping around for one of the wrapping paper balls to shove down Hizashi’s shirt. Hizashi gasped in faux-offense.
“I’ve won, and you’re still trying to sabotage me?”
Shouta let out a grunt. “You didn’t win, you filthy cheat, you– ah!”
Shouta’s arm shot down in defense, but it was too late. Hizashi’s devious fingers were already buried in the hollow underneath his arm, scribbling and scrabbling away at the sensitive skin. Shouta bit out a curse, scrunching up his face and squirming underneath Hizashi in a half-hearted escape attempt.
Hizashi gasped in faux-offense. “Shouta, kitten, you’re accusing me of cheating?”
“Even more-so now,” Shouta ground out, refusing to give Hizashi the satisfaction of his ticklish laughter so easily.
“Why, kitten, I would never.”
Of course, the words were accompanied with Hizashi immediately darting forward and burying his face in Shouta’s sensitive neck, so clearly he wasn’t doing a very good job of defending his own actions. Shouta knew he should’ve grabbed his capture scarf off the hook in their bedroom that morning, just in case, because now without it, Shouta had nothing to block Hizashi from nibbling and nuzzling and huffing out breaths that unfortunately sent Shouta squealing.
Hizashi huffed a laugh against his neck, which certainly didn’t help Shouta’s predicament. “Wow, Sho. I think that’s a new record, huh?” He blew a quick raspberry against one of Shouta’s weak points. “That may be the fastest I ever got you to laugh, huh?”
Shouta had never been a man of many words, so he figured a simple “Fuck you!” would suffice as a reply.
But, Shouta realized, with Hizashi’s new focus on one of Shouta’s weaker points, his fingers were less focused and intense, fumbling and half-hearted as Hizashi sought out better reactions with new methods. Shouta had control of his arms again. And Hizashi had far more weak points than he did.
Shouta’s hands shot out, wrapping his arms around Hizashi’s back and rolling them over, scratching his fingers in-between Hizashi’s ribs as they went. Hizashi shrieked, barking out a loud laugh, tilting his head back with the force of it. Shouta shrugged his shoulders up to try and rub the remaining ticklish feeling away (and keep Hizashi from getting any more ideas).
“Not fair!” Hizashi cried out through his laughter.
Shouta raised an eyebrow. “Not fair? It wasn’t me who brought tickling into this, Zashi.”
Hizashi twisted underneath him, probably trying to get leverage to throw him off, but Shouta wouldn’t allow that. He pushed Hizashi back down, planting his legs firmly on either side of Hizashi’s hips, and finally enacted his true revenge. 
His fingers jumped from tickle spot to tickle spot, wiggling and spidering and scratching as swiftly as they could. Hizashi wailed in response, his laughter going near-hysterical as his senses were overloaded, not being able to keep up with how quickly Shouta was switching spots. His hands were always two steps behind in defense, never knowing where to jump next to stop Shouta.
It was a good thing Shouta knew how much he loved this. Otherwise he might actually feel bad about the tears of mirth slowly building up in Hizashi’s eyes.
And then the front door burst open, revealing their two children, both seemingly far too energetic for having been sloshing through slush and snow for the better part of an hour. Shouta halted in his attack, opening his mouth to greet them even as he started to remove himself from Hizashi’s waist, when he was tackled back to the ground himself. Shouta shot Hizashi a glare, wishing the kids were still outside so he could spit out a curse or two at being so sloppy in his own defense. Hizashi winked at him, then turned his beaming smile on their children.
“Hey, wanna see what Sho looks like when he really smiles?”
Maybe family tickle fights would become another one of their new Christmas traditions, after this year.
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burningablaze · 1 year
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EraserMic Family - A Nice Monster
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A/N: @made-by-jade-222 , you're my favorite writer and I’m so glad you're back. You made your stories feel so special and made me feel happy. My favorite stories that you used to write was EraserMic family and I really loved those stories so I thought up this fic that reminded me of you. Maybe when you get around and get a chance to read this, I want to let you know that you feel special to me 💖
Summary: Eri wakes up from a nightmare and runs to her daddy and papa. Aizawa and Yamada did everything they could to comfort their baby except for one method. A method that will always gets her to smile and ready to go back to sleep again.
Lers: Yamada and Aizawa
Lee: Eri
Words: 960
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Eri stirred in her sleep, her face contorted in fear. She murmured something unintelligible, and her body shook as if she was trying to escape something. It seemed that Eri was having a nightmare, her subconscious mind struggling with some unseen terror.
Suddenly, Eri awoke from her nightmare with a start. Tears began streaming down her face as she realized the dream's terror was not absolute. She felt overwhelmed with emotion and began to cry, her body shaking with each sob. She was filled with a sense of relief that it was only a dream, but the fear it had caused still lingered.
She quickly got off her bed and sprinted out of her room. She was eager to get to her dad and papa's room. Tears streamed down her face as she called out to her parents. “Daddy! Papa!” She shouted, her voice echoing down the hallway. She was eager to get to them, to be in their arms, and have them comfort her.
Eri burst into her parent's room and found Aizawa and Yamada sitting comfortably on the bed, seemingly minding their own business. Upon seeing Eri, they quickly dropped whatever they were doing and got worried, as she looked so scared.
“Eri, sweetheart, what happened?” Yamada asked. Eri began to cry again and ran up to their bed. She crashed into Aizawa’s arms and sobbed in his chest. He gently tried to comfort her, saying, “Hey, hey, hey, it’s alright, Eri. It’s okay.” His words seemed to have a calming effect on her, but she was still shaken up.
Aizawa asked, "What happened, Eri?" Eri wiped her face and sniffled before responding. "I had a really bad dream. You and Papa were gone. I thought something happened to you, and I got scared," She said.
Yamada frowned as he gently rubbed Eri's back. His voice was full of love and compassion as he spoke. "I'm so sorry that happened to you, honey. We love you so much, Eri, and we will never leave you. You are so important to us, and we will always be here for you."
He kissed Eri on the forehead and held her along with Aizawa until she stopped crying. With a final hug and a gentle smile, he let her go and looked into her eyes. “How’re you feeling?” Yamada asked.
“A little better,” Eri said. “Will you be able to go back to sleep tonight?” Aizawa asked. “I don’t know. I’m still scared.” Eri trembled. She was still afraid to go back to sleep after experiencing a dreadful dream.
Yamada snapped his fingers after he thought up of an idea. “How about we tell you a story about a monster who can protect you while you sleep?” He suggested. Eri tilted her side. “A monster?” “Yeah, and he’s a nice monster, too,” Aizawa added.
“What kind of monster?” Eri asked. Yamada gave her a sly smile. “It’s a special monster,” He said. “It only comes out when you’re really scared.” “Here,” Aizawa picked her up and adjusted Eri to lay on her back against his belly. “This kind of monster uses a special technique to get laughing if your sad.”
“What kind of monster is he, daddy?” Eri asked. “He’s the tickle monster!” Yamada shouted out of nowhere and started to tickle her sides, making her giggle. Eri squealed with laughter as Yamada tickled her. "Ehehehehehehehehe papahahahaha!" She said between laughs and curled her arms against her sides.
“And the tickle monster had decided to come to visit!” Aizawa joined his husband to tickle Eri. She wiggled side to side when she felt fingers fluttering against her belly.
“Ehehehehehehehe it tihihihihickles!” Eri squealed. “He tickles you under here,” Yamada tickled Eri under her arms. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
“He tickles you over here,” Aizawa scratched her sides. “Ehehehehehehehehe nohohohohoho!”
“He tickles you all sorts of places just to get you laughing and squirming all over the place until you feel all better!” Yamada taunted Eri as he continued to dug his fingers into her underarms.
“Papahahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Eri kicked her legs and rolled around, filling the room with the sound of her sweet laughter.
Yamada gasped. “I know another good place to tickle!” He scooted down the bed and grabbed hold of one of Eri’s ankles. “Your cute little feet!”
“Not my feheheheet, papahahahaha!” She cried as she tried to pull her leg away from one of the tickle monsters, but the other tickle monster pulled her back down and tickled her tummy.
“You're not going anywhere, little miss! Not until I had my fill!” Aizawa said playfully. He kept her on his lap while Yamada skittered his fingers all over Eri’s foot. “Ehehehehehehehehe nohohohohoho! Daddyehehehe! Papahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Eri kicked her leg to get her papa to let go, but Yamada got a tight grip and tickled her toes. “Deliver the final blow, Shouta!” He encouraged. Aizawa smirked and lifted Eri’s pajama shirt to blow a deadly raspberry. His stubble made it worse.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DADDYEHEHEHE!” Eri shrieked and tried to push Aizawa’s head away, but it was no use. She didn’t have enough strength to make him stop, and he was a lot stronger than her.
After the two tickle monsters had enough of torturing their daughter, the three of them snuggled closely together. Eri gave a loud and long yawn. “Looks like our little sleepyhead is tired,” Yamada said as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face. Aizawa yawned as well. “I hate contiguous yawns. Yeah, I’m tired as well. Eri can sleep with us for tonight.”
Eri had already fallen asleep before Aizawa noticed and turned off his lamp. “Hmph, goodnight, baby girl.” He and Yamada got comfortable in their bed and ensured Eri was safe and sound asleep.
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capmangacap · 1 year
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okeutocalma · 1 year
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Vi que os pedidos estão abertos 👀👀👀
Poderia fazer uma imagine ou Headcanon (qualquer um está bom) com Aizawa com um companheiro com a peculiaridade felina?
Aizawa Shouta.
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[Me referi ao leitor como híbrido tmb]
As aulas demoraram mais alguns dias para voltar. 
Esses dois dias se passaram sem nada digno importante acontecendo, principalmente apenas [Nome] deitado na janela e lendo os livros romances - corte de névoa e fúria da Sarah J Maas - do seu quarto com seu marido.
— Amor! — o híbrido foi tirado de seus pensamentos e rapidamente olhou para o marido. Eles estavam sentados na varanda de seu apartamento.
[Nome] olhou para baixo e notou que ele estava a um pequeno movimento de derrubar seu telefone da pequena mesinha.
 — Desculpe querido. —
Suas pupilas afinadas, a cauda felpuda balançava de maneira calma e descontraída.
O moreno pegou o telefone e o enfiou no bolso. 
— Controle-se. — Ele falou enquanto você levantava a mão. — Não! — Ele rapidamente o golpeou sua mão antes que ela tocasse no rosto.
Shouta levou a mão em sua cabeça e fez um carinho atrás da sua orelha, [Nome] ronronou e colocou a cabeça na mesa. 
— Você é ridículo. — 
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A água estava confortavelmente quente, [Nome] finalmente sentiu seus músculos relaxarem após um longo dia de patrulha.
Felizmente, não havia acontecido muita coisa, para a felicidade do gatuno, e assim eles voltaram mais cedo do que o normal.
Isso deixou o híbrido e seu marido com um raro tempo de inatividade após um jantar.
 Houve uma batida em sua porta. Antes que ele pudesse responder, porém, a porta se abriu.
Imerso confortavelmente na água morna, [Nome] estendeu a mão para alguns sabonetes. 
 
— Amor? Tá ai? — Shouta perguntou quando se deparou com um quarto vazio, já que o banheiro ficava atrás de um biombo do outro lado do quarto. 
O herói Eraserhead, no entanto, não esperou por uma resposta, apenas caminhou mais para dentro da sala. 
— Estou aqui amor! — Você respondeu um pouco mais alto do que normalmente faria. 
Ele olhou para trás do biombo, onde você estava sentado na banheira com uma sobrancelha erguida.
— Oh. — Ele disse sem jeito, ficando vermelho. — Vou me banhar com você… — Aizawa falou voltando a face normal, logo tirando o uniforme dele e entrando na banheira contigo.
Seus olhos acompanhavam cada movimento dele, suas pupilas afinadas , cauda se movendo junto das orelhas felpudas.
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Normalmente em momentos como este, enrolado no sofá com o marido casualmente jogado em seu colo como um gato crescido demais. 
Respirando profundamente pelo nariz, Shouta tentou muito dizer a si mesmo que ele era um herói de coração frio e não havia absolutamente nada de fofo na maneira como ele podia ver as orelhas de [Nome] se contorcendo e a cauda passando propositalmente em seu nariz.
— Você está ocupando todo o espaço. — Ele resmungou, usando a voz mais áspera que tinha à sua disposição. 
Você acomodou-se ainda mais entre as pernas dele, sua barriga cobrindo completamente as coxas do homem mais velho, e virou mais uma página do livro que fingia ler.
— Uhum… Estou. — Ele não parecia se importar muito com a situação que havia criado, [Nome] colocou seu livro de lado… Calhamaço como ele chamava, afinal "Cidade de lua Crescente" é um livro enorme com várias páginas.
 O de fios [claros/escuros] se ajeitou de maneira que ele pudesse apoiar a cabeça no peitoral do outro, os olhos se fechando e a respiração deixando-o em um suspiro satisfeito.
 Shouta bufou e murmurou para si mesmo o quanto o pai de suas crianças é folgado, mas não fez nada para tentar remover fisicamente seu marido - a quem ele não achava nada adorável, por sinal. Claro que não… Quem ele queria enganar? Ele é apaixonado por seu enorme gato.
 Ele certamente não parava de observar aquelas orelhas enquanto elas continuavam se contorcendo e tremendo.
Ambos ficaram igualmente surpresos quando de repente os dedos do moreno se fecharam ao redor da orelha de [Nome], segurando gentilmente a carne [pálida/morena] e passando o polegar ao redor da borda.
— O que te deixou tão nervoso hoje? — Perguntou. 
— Eu posso ouvir o vizinho cantando e ele é terrível…
— Toshinori é horrível cantando… Verdade.
Sabendo o quão sensível era a audição de seu marido, Shouta estremeceu. 
Ele tinha ouvido seu vizinho - All Might- cantando para si mesmo enquanto estava do lado de fora saindo para trabalhar.
 Soltando a orelha em suas mãos, ele deu um tapinha na cabeça de [Nome] com carinho.
 Então, já que sua mão estava lá de qualquer maneira, ele começou a acariciar as mechas [brancas/escuras] e macias de cabelo sob a palma da mão.
— E você?
— Eh? Quanto a mim?
— Existe algum motivo específico para você estar tão mal-humorado hoje?
— Rude. Eu não sou mal-humorado.
— Então não há necessidade de eu continuar deitado aqui. Aqui eu pensei que você poderia estar precisando de um pouco de atenção, talvez até mesmo um pouco de afeto. Se você realmente tem outras coisas que prefere fazer, no entanto, ficarei mais do que feliz em deixá-lo fazer isso.
— Não se atreva querido! — Ele falou, passando a mão sobre seu cabelo, ao ver que você encurvou totalmente como um gato ele soltou uma risada.
— Isso é o que eu pensei. — [Nome] respondeu em um tom presunçoso, o fantasma de um sorriso malicioso aparecendo em seu rosto.
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Shouta olhou o marido andando em volta da cama, olhando para ele.
— Que foi [Nome]? — Ele perguntou, a voz sonolenta deixando claro que seu sono tinha sido interrompido.
— Nada… — 
Assim que o pobre coitado deitado na cama foi falar algo, ele apenas viu a sombra e ao olhar, viu que seu marido ia cair em cima dele.
— PUTA QUE PARIU [NOME] ! — Ele falou de maneira alta ao sentir você cair em cima dele. — Por que você pulou em cima de mim?
— Você tava quieto, me incomodou.
— Mas?!?
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vrnicky · 1 year
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okay, big list ahead, its not in order-
@ratsoh-writes
Passagetale by @/splynter
-Papyrus ~ (Undertale)
-Asgore ~ (Undertale)
-Grillby ~ (Undertale)
-Thunder ~ (Passagetale AU)
-Monsoon ~ (Yan!Thunder AU)
-Enji Todoroki / Endeavor ~ (Boku No Hero Academia)
-Nagisa Ran ~ (Ensemble Stars!)
-Robin Buckley ~ (Stranger things)
-Jim Hopper ~ (Stranger things)
-Eddie Munson ~ (Stranger things)
-Steve Harrington ~ (Stranger things)
-Freddy Fazbear ~ (FNAF: SB)
-Montgomery Gator ~ (FNAF: SB)
-Shouta Aizawa / EraserHead ~ (Boku No Hero Academia)
-Eijirou Kirishima / Red Riot ~ (Boku No Hero Academia)
-Rumi Usagiyama / Mirko ~ (Boku No Hero Academia)
-Red ~ (Underfell Au)
-Edge ~ (Underfell Au)
-King ~ (Underfell Au)
-Fellby ~ (Underfell Au)
-Stretch ~ (Underswap Au)
-Mutt ~ (Fellswap Au)
-Cash ~ (Swapfell Au)
-Wine ~ (Fellswap Wine Au)
-Coffee ~ (Fellswap Wine Au)
-Paps ~ (Mafiatale Au)
-Boss ~ (Mafiafell Au)
-Butcher ~ (Mafiafell Au)
-Don ~ (Mafiafell Au)
-Honey ~ (Mafiaswap Au)
-Literally Any Papyrus.
-Luigi ~ (Mario bros lol)
-Rosalina ~ (Mario bros)
-Knuckles ~ (Sonic)
-Shadow ~ (Sonic)
-Tails ~ (Sonic)
-Eggman ~ (Sonic: the movie)
-Red guy ~ (dhmis)
-Roronoa Zoro ~ (One Piece)
-Vinsmoke Sanji ~ (One Piece)
-Shanks ~ (One Piece)
-Nightmare Papyrus ~ (outcode Papyrus)
-Ink Papyrus ~ (outcode papyrus)
-Swap!Ink Papyrus ~ (outcode papyrus)
-Young once-ler ~ (the lorax)
-Audrey ~ (the lorax)
-Santa ~ (rise of the guardians)
-Apollo ~ (Animal crossing)
-Goldie ~ (Animal crossing)
-Raymond ~ (Animal crossing)
-Dipper ~ (Gravity falls)
-Stanford ~ (gravity falls)
-Stanley ~ (gravity falls)
There's probably even more but i cant remember anymore lol
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ashsurixsachiki · 4 months
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Hello! :3 i came with art request for bnha fandom :D
Can you do Lee Oboro Shirakumo and Ler Aizawa Shouta or Present Mic?
Thank you :D
ahh im so sorry i dont do requests anymore </3 😭 that's my bad, its been a while since ive used this blog so i never really paid attention. thank you though for requesting, i appreciate that
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fanfic-chan · 3 years
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How about Midnight and Mina gang up on Aizawa who’s grumpy after a long day? And afterwards Midnight is like, “Oh by the way, I made your favorite,” for dinner. :D Love your work btw!
Tysm! Oh my gosh this prompt is soooo cute! I did struggle with it a bit at first, but I did my best and overall I think it turned out alright! I hope you like it!^^
Grumpy Cat
Lers: Midnight and Mina
Lee: Aizawa
"Senseiiii! Come on! You can't just lay there grumping around all day! You need to get up and eat something, and everyone's afraid to come in the kitchen because of you!"
"Not my problem."
"Ugh! Your hopeless!"
"I can live with that."
"Grumpyhead!"
"Brat."
Mina had been going back and forth like this with her homeroom teacher for about ten minutes now, trying to get him to cheer up with no luck so far. Aizawa-Sensei's moods weren't exactly uncommon, but ever since his patrol schedule had been changed, and he'd had less time to sleep, they'd been becoming more frequent. To the point where his students and coworkers alike were starting to worry about him.
Some of the more reserved students, like Ojiro and Tokoyami, did their best to avoid him, deciding it was best to let him have his space, while others like Kirishima and Midoriya made an effort to cheer him up by doing small favors or offering compliments. Nothing seemed to be working though, and Mina was starting to get sick of it.
"Come on! Your always on Midoriya's case about taking care of himself, but look at yourself! Don't you want to set a good example for Mr. Bonebreaker?"
(A muffled, "Hey! I'm not breaking my arms.. As much..." Could be heard from the common room, but Mina decided to ignore that argument for the moment. She was already busy with another one. She could deal with Midoriya's sad excuse of self-care later.)
"It's do as I say, not as I do."
"Ugh!"
She was just about ready to give up for now when Miss Midnight walked in. She paused in the doorway and frowned when she spotted her moody coworker.
"Hey Shouta. I picked up your favorite from that restaurant you like- Ah. I see he's in one of his moods again."
"Shut up Kayama."
The Rated-R hero rolled her eyes at that before making her way over to the distraught hero in training.
"So? How long has he been like this?"
"Three hours!"
"Have you tried bribing him with coffee?"
"Obviously."
"Cat videos?"
"Of course!"
Kayama leaned back against the kitchen counter, thoughtful. Few things could get Shouta out of these little episodes when he had them, but there were a few techniques that she knew of that worked pretty well back in highschool. 
See. She, Yamada, and Oboro had a system when it came to Shouta's moods. First they would just give him space, then, if that didn't work, it would go in the order of: forcing him to nap, giving him juice packets and/or coffee, or play cat video compilations. Then, if he still refused to cooperate, as a last resort, there was- Ah.
Bingo.
"Hey kiddo. I think I know just the thing to get Grumpy Cat here smiling again."
"Really?! You do?!"
"Yup. Just follow my lead."
Slowly, quietly, Midnight crept up behind the unsuspecting insomniac, and after a small nod towards a very confused but excited Mina, she dug her fingertips into his ribs. The reaction was immediate.
"K-Kayamahaha! W-Whahat are you dohoing?! Quhuit it!"
"Awwww~ What's wrong Shouta? Don't tell me the big bad erasure hero is ticklish~"
"Sh-Shuhut up!"
She heard a small gasp of surprise from Mina and looked up. The girl was practically bouncing in place, eyes wide and mouth agape.
"Sensei is ticklish?! Your kidding!"
"Nope. He sure is. Been that way since highschool."
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
"Stohohop tahalking as if I'm not hehehere!"
At this point, the erasure hero had practically melted into a puddle of bright laughter, an odd sight for the usually stern teacher. A sight that Mina seemed to find very amusing, if her own giggles were anything to go by. 
"Hey Ashido."
The girl looked up at her curiously, and she smirked.
"Wanna help?"
"Can I?!"
"Nohoho! She can't!"
"Yes, she can! Come on Pinky!"
That was all the permission the girl needed, it seemed, as she immediately pounced on her teacher alongside the woman.
"Don't worry sensei! Miss Midnight and I will cheer you up in no time!"
"Hahaha! Nohoho! 
They kept this up for about another three minutes or so before, 
"OKAYOKAYOKAHAHAY! I'LL GEHEHET UP AND EHEHEAT!"
"Finally!"
As the two of them backed off, after taking a minute to compose himself, Aizawa snatched up the bag of food Kayama had brought and started eating, the woman sauntering out, looking smug. Satisfied, Mina started to leave as well when,
"I hope you don't think your getting off the hook for this, Ashido."
She looked back at her sensei in surprise. That tone had sounded almost... Challenging?
"Sensei?"
"I never let my opponent's get away, so you better watch your back. I always get my revenge. Consider it a training exercise of sorts, hm?"
She was sure she'd misheard him at first, because Aizawa-Sensei was never playful, but the mischievous little smirk on his face as he made eye contact with her cancelled out her doubts immediately, and she grinned.
It was so on!
Requests are: Open
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giggly-squiggily · 3 years
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No More Pouting! (My Hero Academia)
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Heyo! I can’t stop with the MHA content, I’m sorry! butnotreally I’ve just been loving the series so much! My next few fics will be requests, I promise! X3
Anyway, this particular fic is based off of This TikTok The idea of Aizawa pouting when he’s mad is so cute to me, I just can’t- MY HEART!
It’s also based off These prompts! I saw them and thought they were so dang cute!!! Anyway, I hope you like it!
Aizawa was mad at him.
But was he really though-oh! Oh yeah...he was mad.
The tired teacher was currently sitting on the couch, arms crossed and slumped back in his seat, glaring viciously into space. It would have been a more intimidating sight had his lips not formed that adorable pout he always seemed to dawn when angry.
Hizashi peeked over the couch, pulling at his gloved fingers as he tried to gauge just how angry his husband was at him. When he got home, he didn’t get a welcome back, not that he expected one from him today.
Taking a deep breath, the blonde man shuffled over so he was standing beside his husband, kneeling so they were eye level. Yep, still pouting. Still angry. “Shouta...H-Hey baby…” The brunette’s eyes briefly looked at him before going back to angrily staring. Good, he’s at least acknowledging him. Hizashi put on his best puppy eyes, bowing his head slightly to add to the effect. “I’m sorry Shouta...I didn’t mean to keep you up all night. I was just so nervous about the radio show, and you know how I get-” He paused, taking a breath. No excuses. “Please forgive me?”
There was a brief moment of silence before Aizawa’s eyes shifted to Hizashi again. When he looked away once more, his tense posture relaxing slowly. “Fine...I forgive you. For now.” Hizashi’s eyes lit up, and he quickly scrambled into his husband’s lap with a laugh. “Oh yeah! I won’t make you regret it!”
“I already do...” Aizawa grumbled, blushing slightly when Hizashi kissed his cheek. He was still pouting though. “Aww, are you still mad at me?” He nuzzled his husband’s cheek with his nose, wrapping his arms around the brunette’s thin torso. “Come on, now. You know you love me.” Aizawa turned away, pout still in place. Hizashi chuckled, hands moving back so they sat on his husband’s waist. “Come on, say you love me.” He teased, wiggling his fingers oh so gently.
Aizawa startled, hands uncrossing to latch onto Hizashi’s. “M-Mic! Don’t you d-dare…” he stammered, those pouting lips starting to flatten with a restrained smile. Hizashi grinned, keeping his tickly touch incredibly light. “Aww, are you done pouting? I was just enjoying it! You’re so cute when you pout Shouta!” The brunette blushed even more, his lips quirking into a reluctant smile. Between Hizashi’s teasing and tickling, he’d be done for soon enough. “M-Mic! Stahap!” He yelped when his husband's hands shot upward, targeting that awful spot along his top rib, just beneath his armpits.
“GAH! Ehahhahehahhahahhhaa! H-Hihhihihhiihizahhiiihiihihihi!” The somber man couldn’t hold back the bursts of laughter now, squirming in vain beneath his grinning husband. “Hehehe! There it is! While I love that adorable pout of yours, Shouta, nothing beats the sweet sound of your laugh! Say you love me!” The energetic blonde laughed, fingers speeding up to draw out all those sweet sounds.
“Hehehahhahahhahahahha! H-Hhihiihihiihhizashshshshi! Pleehehehehehahshhshshse!” Aizawa guffawed, sinking deeper into the couch and attempting to hide his flushed face beneath his scarf. It would have worked, had Hizashi not dived in after him, nuzzling his neck and kissing the sensitive skin, making Aizawa squeak. “Aww! You’re still as ticklish as you were when we were kids! I love it! I also love you, my darling eraserhead!” Hizashi teased into his ear, making Aizawa somehow more flustered. Grinning, the blonde pulled back, letting one hand fall to Aizawa’s leg. “Speaking of, if I recall correctly…”
Aizawa barely had time to catch his breath before he full-body spasmed, throwing his head back as loud guffaws escaped his lips, Hizashi’s hand latched onto his thigh, squeezing the muscles. “GAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA! MIHIHIIHIHIC NHOOHOHOHOHOHO!” He cried, trying in vain to pull off the blonde’s strong claw grip. “Hehe, still your worst spot, eh, Shouta? You know; Hitoshi had the same reaction when I tickled him. I wonder if it’s a father-son thing?” He laughed along with his cackling husband, playing his leg like a mini guitar.
“AHAHHAHHAHAHAHA! OHOHOOHKAY! OHOHOHOKAY! I GIHIHIHIVE!” Finally, after what felt like forever, Aizawa finally gave in. Hizashi released his leg, turning back around and facing his flustered, breathless husband. “You give in? Yay! So, what is it?” He teased, running his fingers gently against the brunette’s sides once more, earning a stream of giggles. “Ahehehahhaha! Ohhohokay! Ohoohohokay Ihihihi lohohohohove yohohoohhu!” Hizashi smiled at this, finally stopping his tickle attack. “Aww! See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
The brunette rolled his eyes, falling back into the couch with an exhausted sigh. “Hehe...heh...you’re tohoho much…” He got out, letting the blonde reach up and wipe the tears of mirth off his cheeks. “I know, and you love every bit of it.”
Aizawa glared halfheartedly, though his lips didn’t get a chance to pout before Hizashi swept in, stealing them into a kiss. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against Aizawa’s, running his thumb against his cheek. “I love you.”
The tired man sighed, though he was smiling now. “I love you too.” Suddenly his eyes turned red, his quirk activated. “Though I’d love you more after I get my revenge!” With that, he leapt onto his husband, fingers flying, filling the room around them with bright, cackly laughter once more.
I hope this was good! Thanks for reading!
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atruedonaldist · 6 years
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HEY KIDDIES!!! cOMMISSIONSSSSSS These are just simple one character commissions- they can be anything you like! Bnha characters or maybe something else like an animal or shhhruuuggg whatever you like!! Might do icon commissions too if people want aa- but anyway-
When messaging me (you can do this over Tumblr or over email at [email protected]) Please give me the following information:
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Specific requests- (Pose? Any other little items?)
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I WILL NOT DO- Gore (light blood/wounds are okay), NSFW
NOTES- -Paypal payment only! -I’ll start working on your commission once I get the payment. -Prices are what are stated above unless something is added and we discussed it! -REFUNDS are not available if I’ve already finished the drawing. If I’m like, halfway done, then you can ask for a refund- but otherwise, no refunds! -BUT if you want a refund before I even started the piece, that’s fine. -,,,Example piece is one I just finished i just really like aizawa shouta aaa
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kanene-yaaay · 2 years
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Secret Santa and new traditions
Warnings: I didn’t proofreaded it yet, so I believe it can get a bit confusing in some parts. Execpt for AizawaxYamada, all the relationships are platonic. Found Family. Ler!Kirishima and Lee!Eri. V brief Ler!Yamada and Ler!Aizawa. Raspberries. Brief angst. All the comfort. Domestic Fluff. Family Fluff. Around 2.000 words
Kanene’s notes: Haaaaappy dayyy @made-by-jade-222! Here is my part of our lovely Secret Santa and I hope you really like it! Also, I know, it’s long but look sdfghjsdfgh first I wanted to make it long because you wrote TWO fics intead of one so you def deserve something v nice and then I got carried away sdfghwqwertert. Well, I still hope it’s enjoyable!
[~*~]
Before, Eri thought that happiness was a dream.
During her darkest days, she remembers imagining about love and care and the warmth that came with those. However, not even years and years of daydreaming could prepare her for the true sea of good feelings that having a family, a true family would bring her.
That love felt like a buzzing, a great electric sensation that made her fingertips twitch on her new clothes (which she chosen, after some gentle prodding and encouraging nods, in a mall trip especially for the occasion) legs swinging on her chair, eyes firmly clued on her Papa’s expression, his gigantic smile, as he opened his gift, with a calm and patience that made her breath hitch in expectation.
Usually, she wouldn’t be so energetic, much more full of small smiles and watching gleamy eyes, but today was special. Just like his Dad explained to her, today they were celebrating, which she came to learn that it meant having nice meals together, sleepovers full of movies and candies and gifts too. It wasn’t like birthdays, though, today was Christmas Eve, what meant that not only one person would be receiving a gift but all the people she loved.
(And here, presents were something special, too. They indicated thinking, caring about the person you gave them to)
And she could be the one giving them. She could be the one giving her love to them.
(There was also a guy called Santa Claus, who gave presents too, but she didn’t trust him.)
So, she was very, very, very excited now. They were exchanging secret presents and Papa was taking forever to see his.
“Yamada-sensei!! Just open it already!” Kirishima groaned when the Voice Hero stopped tearing the shiny red paper of his gift only to shake the dark gray box underneath it with a teasy smile and an exaggerated ‘oooooh, I wonder what is insideeee~’ for the third time. “At this rate we are going to be all old and grumpy when you finally open the box.”
Eri allowed her gaze to travel to Kirishima, who winked at her playfully, showing he wasn’t actually annoyed, letting out a giggle when said yelped at Aizawa and Yamada’s synchronized prodding at his side, squeaking a protest.
Eri was glad he was there. His hair was read just like her and Dad’s eyes, and, even if it took a lot of time for her to gather enough courage to invite him to her special day, she couldn’t help but feel more relaxed about her beaming and more frequent smiles when he laughed so easily and beamed right back at her, even more excited with the Secret Santa.
“No ‘sensei’ outside the dorms and classes, remember, Kirishima?” Hizashi tweaked his nose playfully before finally giving in and opening the box without any more dramatics. He gasped loudly, pulling a few pieces of paper from the dozen ones that filled the box with a distant looking gaze. “Affection tickets?” His eyes bounced from one sentence to another, smile getting bigger and bigger at every single hand made ‘Free Hug’, ‘Free Kiss Attack’ and ‘Free Massage’. His heart melted a bit. “I haven’t seen one of these since high school. Thank you.”
The last part of his sentence was carefully directed to Shouta, who hid his blush behind the camera he used to record and eternalize the moment, ignoring Kirishima’s ‘awwww’ at them. He knew how hard it could be to talk about your needs, and even if they needed to always try to be more open about their feelings, it was nice to have a way to say what they wanted without words.
“I helped Daddy to make those!”
“You did?” Kirishima said, taking a ‘Free Dance’ coupon with cat paws and little stars drawn on it to analyze while Hizashi was too much occupied with his victory dance. He turned at her with a warm grin. “Those drawings are yours, Eri? They’re  amazing!”
She ducked her head, softly whispering a ‘thank you’ before her attention being caught by Hizashi’s happy “I knew it! I guess this is a win for me.”
“It’s not like I was trying to be secretive about it.” Aizawa rolled his eyes fondly at his husband’s attics, pausing his video and passing the device to Hizashi as he standed, walking to the small pile of gifts in the corner of their dining table, pretending he wasn’t grinning at Hizashi’s thankful forehead kiss. 
“Why did Papa win?” Eri seemed momentarially torn between watching Shouta opening his own gift and looking at Kirishima before deciding to stare confusily at the red haired boy, her head twitching slightly. “We are playing a game?”
“Sort of?” Eijirou tilted his head back, his finger scratching his cheek. "Technically, in Secret Santa we were supposed to try to guess who gave our gift at the end, after everyone had already opened theirs. If you guess who gave yours right it’s a win, even if there is no prize in the end, but it’s always fun to try to get it right!”
Kirishima expected a lot of things with his answer, but not the fearful eyes that found his, Eri’s tune being lower than previously when she answered him. “Did I make Daddy lose?”
“No, no. I never cared about winning this game, anyway.” Aizawa, who had been watching this exchange closely, laid his present on the tabletop, voice soft as he crouched to be in Eri’s gaze level, holding her hands when they started to turn into tight closed fists and squeezing them reassuringly.
“Yeah.” Hizashi agreed, also stepping close, showing her a reassuring smile when she turned his way. “Your daddy never really tried to really hide who he got on Secret Santa, but see this way! Now that I know who gave me my present I can be sure to attack the right person with butterfly kisses! Otherwise I would have to give everyone all the tickly kisses and big hugs until I discovered who got me, right Shou?.”
“Of course.” Aizawa locked his gaze with his partner, having a silent conversation with him before directing his attention back to the small kid. “However, now that he discovered that I got the help of a very nice girl, we will have to share his ‘thank you’.”
Eri only stared at him and then Yamada, confusion still lingering on her face.
“Yes, yes!” Hizashi was quick to take over the conversation, slowly lowering himself to carry their daughter, giving her plenty of time to protest or squirm away, and trying to not coo out loud when understanding filled her expression and she looked at him expectantly. He snuggled her close, resting three kisses on her right cheek, each one followed with a loud, dramatic ‘mwah!’ “And, you know,” He winked at her. “I think I am not the only one who wants to say thank you here…”
A smile escaped her lips when Shouta placed a quick kiss on her right cheek together with a small raspberry.
Kirishima chuckled quietly behind his phone, glad he was able to capture such a cute moment on camera. The gift exchange followed smoothly after that, however, the future hero couldn’t help but notice how Eri, even if much lighter than the moment of the ‘accident’, was still subdued, much quieter and smiley-er than previously.
And, maybe it was only his older brother instincts kicking, but he was going to change that. Eri deserved to feel happy and safe on this day, and he already had a plan to cheer her up, thanks to Hizashi.
He couldn’t help the bounce that took over his frame as he stared at the colorful, well thought and handmade card on his hands where the words “Mainly Hero” shone, his eyes tearing up a bit when he saw a drawing of him, Red Riot, in his hero’s clothes. 
“So pretty and mainly!” He cried, proudly showing the present to Aizawa when he asked to see it closer.
“Right!” Hizashi clapped, claiming the attention of everyone in the room. “It’s dessert time so, Shou, dear, can you please set up the movies?”
The one being called nodded, already heading to the living room as the blonde walked in the kitchen’s direction.
It was his moment, now.
“Eri, pssst, Eri!”
She turned to him, blinking.
“I need your help.”
That got a stronger reaction from her, who scampered out of her chair and got closer to him, eager to be a hero to her heroes. 
“So cute!” Kirishima cried internally. 
“Are you hurt, Eijirou?” 
“No, no!” He quickly shook his hands in dismissal, trying to dissipate the worry in her gaze. “I actually need your help for a very important mission.” He lowered himself, whispering. “I need to discover who was the amazing person who was my Secret Santa to give them all my thanks! They gave me a really nice gift, you know? I would love to have her, uh, I mean, them! To sign up my card so I can hang it on my room’s wall and never forget their kindness.”
“You… you want to hang it in your room?”
“Of course! Such a great gift should never be hidden. I want to cherish it forever!”
She ducked her head and played with the rem of her shirt, proudness blossoming on her chest. She was happy Kirishima liked it. Very happy. Telling him it was her who did it would be safe, she decided, but she couldn’t help the light anxiety she felt.
“I was thinking,” Eijirou’s tune was softer now, his eyes dancing across the house, looking from the living room to the kitchen. “You know that family a lot, don’t you? Maybe you can help me to solve this mystery?”
He smiled at her. She decided he was safe. She nodded with resolution.
“It was me.”
“You?!” Eijirou gasped and then beamed, as if nothing in the world could make him happier in that moment. “You are my secret santa?! Eri, that is so amazing!” He hugged her, who eagerly returned the gesture, giggling happily, legs kicking when he got up and spun with joy. “Eri! That means now I can give you all my thank you tickles!”
“Tickles?” She stared at him with a shiny in her eyes, a hint of a squeal on her voice. 
“And raspberries too.” He nodded seriously. “It’s the tradition, you know. Just like Hizashi-san has his thank you butterfly kisses, I have my thank you tickly-tickles!” He adjusted his grip on her so he could free his hand, teasily wiggling his fingers at her. “Full of silly wiggly wiggles and scribbly scribbles!”
She squealed and hid her face on his neck, a couple of titters escaping and slightly tickling his neck. Oh well, he could endure a few tickles if that meant keeping such a joyful expression on his little sister. Then, he attacked, being careful as his fingers scratched her ribs, prodding and poking every single one before worming his hand under her armpit, fishing louder laughter.
“Kirihihihihihi!” She kicked her legs, squirming happily around. “Ahahahaha! It tihihihickles!”
“Yes, it does! That is why they’re called Thank You Tickles. You have such wonderful giggles, Eri-chan!” After a couple of minutes, he decided to give her a breather, changing his attacks to lightly tickle her neck, leading a sea of titters to fill the room. "Thank you for making my gift, I loved, loved, loved it!” At each word he gave her side a small, quick squeeze. 
“Yohohohoou’re welcome! Ehehehe!”
Kirishima chuckled as he waited a couple of minutes for the uncontrollable giggles to end, which took way longer than the normal because, everytime their eyes locked together, he insisted on making a silly face, starting all the laughter again.
“No more silly faces!!” She pushed his face away, hiding her own on his chest, and how could he ever say no to this?
“No more silly faces, I promise.” He agreed, finally letting their laughter disappear. 
Then his eyes got a dangerous gleam.
“Do you want to know how much I love your gift?”
Eri, the pure, innocent angel, beamed and nodded.
“Thiiiiiiiiiiiiis amount!!!” He took the biggest breath he could muster, lowering his head and delivering a gigantic raspberry on her tummy. For the next few seconds, only squeals, belly laughter and snorts could be heard in the house.
After such an attack, Kirishima snuggled her close, hugging and slightly swaying her body from a side to another as her remaining giggles hit his neck and her arms returned his embrace, the incident completely forgotten.
“Love you, lil sis.”
“Love you too, Eiji.”
When Kirishima opened his eyes, he couldn’t help the light blush that covered his cheeks as he noticed Aizawa and Hizashi’s grin, the latter proudly holding his phone, probably adding a new video to the gallery.
“Noooo.” He half-heartedly complained, lowering Eri on the ground, who immediately ran to her Papa to tell how much Kirishima liked her gift.
That way, with both occupied in their conversation, Kirishima was left alone to notice the exact moment Aizawa’s fond gaze turned into something much more playful and dangerous.
“Thank you tickles? Now, that is a very interesting tradition to discover.” Suddenly, shivers were running across the red haired boy's spine, adrenaline filling his veins. “Especially considering you were my Secret Santa.”
Kirishima turned around and ran.
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ao3feed-dadzawa · 2 years
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Secret Santa and New Traditions
Secret Santa and New Traditions by Kanene yaaay
A fic I wrote with the prompt: "Erasermic family Christmas dinner! Eri invited Kirishima to come over, and it is a lovely fluffy time! They do a secret santa, but Eri accidentally reveals who people's secret santa is, like when Mic is opening a gift, “Oh, I helped Daddy pick that out!” or something like that. Then when she finds out she's not supposed to tell anyone, she gets all sad when she's giving Kirishima her gift, but Kirishima saves the day and tickles her and tells her he loves the gift!"
Words: 2240, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen, M/M
Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Eri, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kirishima Eijirou & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Eri, Eri & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Eri & Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Fluff, Secret Santa, Christmas, Cute, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Eri, Eri is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima is a good big brother, Foud Family, Tickle fic, Tickling, Sfw tickling, playful tickling, Chee up tickles, Ticklish Eri, Lee Eri, ler kirishima, Family Fluff, Domestic Fluff
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36205435
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august-anon · 1 year
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Sneaking Suspicion
TickleTober 2022, Day 3: Shriek
besties i’ll be honest i did not edit this one, work has been killing me the past couple weeks and i wrote this while half asleep two days ago jdkfhd
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Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia
Ship(s): EraserMic
Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Aizawa/Switch!Mic (leaning more heavily towards Lee!Aizawa/Ler!Mic)
Word Count: 1175 words
Summary: Shouta is by far the quiet one between the two of them, but Hizashi likes to see how loud he can get Shouta to laugh. Really, Hizashi should have expected revenge.
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Shouta may have been the Underground Hero between the two of them, but that didn’t mean Hizashi was incapable of being sneaky himself, despite what everyone thought. Sure his Quirk was Voice, he tended to be loud and energetic, and he often played into a persona for his Hero work, but at the same time, he spent his years at U.A. training with Shouta. He wasn’t nearly as unsubtle as everyone accused him of being.
And Hizashi absolutely used these powers for evil.
Stealing the last donut in the faculty room and watching chaos fall as the other teachers argue over who did it, swiping pens from his coworkers desks when he inevitably lost them (seriously, he needed to put trackers on the damn things or something, no one should be losing six pens a day), playing jumpscare pranks on his close dear friends to hear them shriek and scream and curse. And, best of all, if Hizashi was really lucky and extremely careful, if he caught the perfect moment, sometimes he could even sneak up on Shouta.
Perfect moments like now, when Shouta was far too distracted by the new kitten in their home to pay attention to Hizashi’s sneaking. His guard was lowered, his back was open, and he was cooing like a fool at the little thing, waving around a string for the kitten to chase. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Which was how Hizashi found himself with a lapful of Pro Hero toppled backwards into his lap, the kitten leaping away in fright to go hide under the sofa across the room. It was fine, Hizashi would apologize later, to both the kitten and Shouta for ruining their playtime.
But right now, it was Hizashi’s turn to play.
See, quiet as Hizashi could get, his naturally loud nature could be hard to suppress. Shouta was quite the opposite. Sure, he yelled when he had to, to get the students’ attention or when he was in the field. But truly, he was quiet and gruff and stubborn, even back when they were kids, and Hizashi just loved seeing how loud he could compel Shouta to be. At first, when they were young, he would team up with Nemuri and Tensei and– well, that didn’t matter, the point was, he would team up with their friends to jumpscare Shouta and try to drag him into their prank wars. It didn’t work very well, it would only make him even more grumpy and earn Hizashi and the rest a stern glare.
And then Hizashi discovered Shouta’s secret weakness: he was delightfully ticklish. Of course, that didn’t come without repercussions, and Shouta swiftly found out just how ticklish Hizashi himself was, but it meant Hizashi had a whole new tool in his arsenal. And that meant that he had a whole new method of trying to make Shouta crack.
By now, Hizashi’s spent years mastering his craft, tickling Shouta to pieces every chance he could get. He knows every weak point, every ticklish spot, the sound every nerve can compel Shouta to make. But despite all of that, Hizashi’s only gotten Shouta past the threshold of what can truly be considered loud a handful of times. It takes the perfect combination of timing, environment, and tickling, and it’s not always something Hizashi is successful with.
He can tell already that he won’t be successful this time. There wasn’t enough buildup, not enough to create the kind of pressure that would end in Shouta’s eventual explosion of reactions. But, hell, Hizashi couldn’t say it wasn’t worth failing in his goal when he got to see Shouta like this. His hair splayed out across Hizashi’s thighs, face red and scrunched with the rapidly failing effort to contain himself, short, quiet chuckles spilling out as his hands tried to decide whether to defend himself or hide his face. There wasn’t a moment where Shouta wasn’t drop-dead handsome, the most gorgeous man Hizashi has ever seen, but Hizashi did have to admit, he was breathtakingly beautiful with such a bright smile stretched across his cheeks, crinkling his eyes and nose in the most adorable of ways. Shit, he was so glad he got to marry this man.
“Hizashi– you ass,” Shouta hissed out through his snickers, trying to shove Hizashi’s hands away from his ribs.
Hizashi couldn’t help but snicker a little himself. “Please, Sho. You’re barely even squirming, at least pretend to put up a fight.”
Shouta tried to glare at him (ineffective due to his beaming, but utterly swoon-worthy nonetheless), but the effort was quickly ruined by his own snort as Hizashi spidered up into Shouta’s underarms that he had so kindly left exposed.
Hizashi took his time with Shouta, drawing out every snicker, snort, giggle, chuckle, and squeak the man had to offer. By the end of it, Shouta was a panting puddle of giddy mirth draped out across his lap and the floor, and Hizashi was feeling rather proud of himself. His darling husband may even get to sleep at a reasonable time that night, seeing as he was all tuckered out and had no patrol. Hizashi let himself relax as well, running a soothing hand through Shouta’s hair as he caught his breath.
It was foolish of him, really, to forget that they were Pro Heroes, with high stamina and extensive physical training, because the second Hizashi let his guard down, there were hands shooting up his shirt into his own underarms. Hizashi jolted upright with a loud shriek, sending three other cats fleeing toward the other side of the house, their new kitten stumbling close behind. 
Despite clamping his arms down to his sides, Hizashi could still feel Shouta’s wriggling and tickling all too well, and his next instinct was to fall backwards onto the carpet in hopes of pulling out of his grip, still shrieking and squealing all the way down. Of course, that didn’t work either, as Shouta just tightened his grip on Hizashi’s upper ribs, letting Hizashi’s momentum drag him along until they were chest to chest, Shouta laying perpendicular to Hizashi and using his weight to keep Hizashi pinned down.
“I’d expect more situational awareness from a Pro Hero,” Shouta said, his voice as dry as ever, though Hizashi couldn’t help but latch onto the amusement in his eyes, the little smirk tugging at his lips. It was unfair how handsome Shouta looked while well on his way to destroying him.
And then Shouta’s words registered, and Hizashi sputtered. “I– but, you– Hey!”
“Do you have something to say, ‘Zashi? If so, I would suggest doing it now, while you still have the breath to.”
Oh, Hizashi married a fucking asshole. Not that he’d have it any other way.
Asshole husband or not, Hizashi thought as Shouta darted his hands in toward his stomach, making Hizashi shriek again, Shouta better get his quirk ready before they got a complaint from their asshole neighbors. Again.
Hopefully this time, Hizashi wouldn’t be breaking any windows.
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Deliberate Shades of Gray
Deliberate Shades Of Gray by Monkeygirl77
He focuses on the kid, Midoriya, while everyone else focuses on the other, Bakugo. Something settles over the teen's features, something that makes his skin crawl, and for a moment, he believes he's staring at the deadliest villain Japan has ever seen. It's an apathetic kind of disregard for anything that has him worried, his feathers ruffling, and he calls for them to end the trial unsuccessfully.
Hawks knows that look, he's seen that look, he's held that look.
So he takes it upon himself to intervene, flying out of the observation room, intercepting the greenette on the roof he stands on, before he can remorselessly murder Bakugo Katsuki.
Words: 4651, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Class 1-A, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Takami Keigo | Hawks
Additional Tags: Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Bullied Midoriya Izuku, Bully Bakugou Katsuki, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Bad Teacher, Guest Teacher Takami Keigo | Hawks, Mentor Takami Keigo | Hawks, Somewhat, Midoriya Inko's Bad Parenting, Neglectful Midoriya Inko, Tired Midoriya Izuku, Soft Takami Keigo | Hawks, Good Parent Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Ler!Hawks, Lee!Midoriya, Tickling, Non-sexual Tickling, Fluff, Family Fluff
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37374883
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ao3feed-hawks · 2 years
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Deliberate Shades of Gray
Deliberate Shades Of Gray by Monkeygirl77
He focuses on the kid, Midoriya, while everyone else focuses on the other, Bakugo. Something settles over the teen's features, something that makes his skin crawl, and for a moment, he believes he's staring at the deadliest villain Japan has ever seen. It's an apathetic kind of disregard for anything that has him worried, his feathers ruffling, and he calls for them to end the trial unsuccessfully.
Hawks knows that look, he's seen that look, he's held that look.
So he takes it upon himself to intervene, flying out of the observation room, intercepting the greenette on the roof he stands on, before he can remorselessly murder Bakugo Katsuki.
Words: 4651, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Class 1-A, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Takami Keigo | Hawks
Additional Tags: Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Bullied Midoriya Izuku, Bully Bakugou Katsuki, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Bad Teacher, Guest Teacher Takami Keigo | Hawks, Mentor Takami Keigo | Hawks, Somewhat, Midoriya Inko's Bad Parenting, Neglectful Midoriya Inko, Tired Midoriya Izuku, Soft Takami Keigo | Hawks, Good Parent Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Ler!Hawks, Lee!Midoriya, Tickling, Non-sexual Tickling, Fluff, Family Fluff
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37374883
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ao3feed-bakusquad · 2 years
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Secret Santa and New Traditions
Secret Santa and New Traditions by Kanene yaaay
A fic I wrote with the prompt: "Erasermic family Christmas dinner! Eri invited Kirishima to come over, and it is a lovely fluffy time! They do a secret santa, but Eri accidentally reveals who people's secret santa is, like when Mic is opening a gift, “Oh, I helped Daddy pick that out!” or something like that. Then when she finds out she's not supposed to tell anyone, she gets all sad when she's giving Kirishima her gift, but Kirishima saves the day and tickles her and tells her he loves the gift!"
Words: 2240, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen, M/M
Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Eri, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kirishima Eijirou & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Eri, Eri & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Eri & Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Fluff, Secret Santa, Christmas, Cute, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Eri, Eri is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima is a good big brother, Foud Family, Tickle fic, Tickling, Sfw tickling, playful tickling, Chee up tickles, Ticklish Eri, Lee Eri, ler kirishima, Family Fluff, Domestic Fluff
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36205435
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annalyticall · 3 years
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10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags
I was tagged by @sorry-for-my-sarcasm. Thank you! 
I usually just make these their own separate posts because I try to be conscious of the length so here goes!
Avatar: The Last Airbender - Zuko
The Walking Dead Game - Clementine
Tales From the Borderlands - Rhys Strongfork
My Hero Academia - Shouta “Eraserhead” Aizawa
Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood - Riza Hawkeye
Mob Psycho 100 - Shigeo “Mob” Kageyama 
Overwatch - Satya “Symmetra” Vaswani
Mulan - Mulan
Demon Slayer - Tanjio Kamado
Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl - Captain Jack Sparrow
I’m usually not good with tagging but hhhhh I’ll try. No one’s obligated to do it lol: @ging-ler @jutsuuu @oodlyenough @skullservants @good-beans @michellespenscratchz @modpsycho100 @duela-quinzel @frankenjoly @monday-headache
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