#firstrequest

HEY thank you SO much this means the world to me!! <333 I'm so glad you enjoy my writing anon 🫶🏻🫶🏻

and wOOOH this is my first request ever!!! what an honour!;D And I'll gladly write it of course!:)) maybe I'll manage it this weekend, if not I just hope you're patient with this tired and stressed english student lol<33

If I may suggest something (sorry if this isn't the right place for that) Ryoma and Kirumi as childhood friends and she defends him from some bullies? I think that would be sweet

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Yeah, I agree! That would be super cute. And, WOOHOO, my first request! :) Hope you like it, jolliestlolli! 

(Sorry if it deviated a bit from the original prompt-)

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Ryoma Hoshi had a normal, comfortable life, both at home and at school. Well.. scratch the school part. 

At school, he always received the worst of the worst commentary about his round eyes and short stature (even for his age), from what seemed to be.. the majority of the school. Even kids below his grade would make fun of him. 

The adults would just completely ignore it, no matter how many complaints Hoshi made, because the majority of the bullies helped fund the school. He would try to scare the bullies off or fight them, but they thought his appearance was already laughable, and he didn’t really know how to fight. 

So, he was stuck in between a rock and a hard place. 

There was a single person who didn’t make fun of him or hurt him, though. 

Her name was Kirumi Tojo. 

She was the visual opposite of him, with sandy - colored hair, beautiful olive-green eyes, and her tallness for her age. 

He didn’t know how it started, but they had become thick as thieves in their time attending this school. They always hung about by what they called the “Big Tree”, talking and laughing their recesses away. 

The majority of his bullies chased after her, mouths drooling and hands extending little flowers and trinkets, trying to court her. The other little bit of them teased her for being friends with him, calling their friendship “The Fair Maiden And The Fish.” It was never as bad as Hoshi had received himself, though; she had never seen the worst of it. 

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One day, she had been late coming out to recess, as she had stayed back to help the teacher with something. 

The bullies had taken full advantage of that. 

They had formed a circle around him, throwing punches, insults, whatever they could find at him. He was covered in bruises and cuts, bearing a bloody nose. He curled up, tears pouring from his eyes, his pleas for them to stop not reaching their ears. 

All he could think through the pain was: How would he explain this to his parents? 

He heard a gasp from beyond the circle. 

“H-hoshi!” A familiar voice yelped. 

Suddenly, the crowd around him parted; or, were they forcibly shoved? He couldn’t see much through the tears in his eyes. 

Kirumi finally reached him. Kneeling down and placing a hand on his head, she turned to shout at the bullies, “Leave him alone, you jerks!” They backed away a little bit, not entirely deterred by her insult. 

One of the bullies said one more insult about Ryoma’s mother, snickering; that was what set proper lil’ Kirumi really off. “I SAID, LEAVE HIM ALONE!” She picked up a large, sharp rock that one of them had thrown at him earlier, as if to emphasize her point. 

The crowd ran off; despite throwing the rock at Ryoma’s head, they had no desire to feel it on one of their own. 

She returned her attention to him, frowning when she saw the extent of his injuries. 

She extended a hand to him, asking, “Are you okay?” Despite knowing the answer, she asked anyways. 

So, she was surprised when he took her hand and said, “N-no, everything hurts pretty bad.. ow..” 

He was never one to admit he was in pain, as he was very prideful (courtesy of his father). 

She then offered her arm to him, as he would need to keep his balance if he wanted to walk anywhere. 

Another suprise- he took it! 

“Here, let’s get you to the nurse’s office,” she soothed. He just walked alongside her, not saying a word until they got inside the school, where none of the bullies were bound to be at the moment. 

Then, he turned to her. With a soft smile, he said, “Thank you for saving me from those meanies..” 

Thank you so much for this first head canon request @dr1ppyk9!! I never thought that I would actually get one of this, but hope you enjoy these. You guys should go check out her blog it’s really good, and they are really nice. 😊😀

I want to give a shout out to my editor for their help @whisperwastes, and  wanted to give credit where it is due for betaing as well. Still, if you guys see anything I need to fix let me know. Stay awesome everyone!!

Now on to King of Sleeping bags, and the first Cat Daddy ( Ihave no idea I why I put that in here. >~< ^ ^;)

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                Married to Aizawa Shouta HCS

Married Life as Aizawa’s Waifu/ Husbando Includes:

I would expect a lazy cuddle session with this man especially if you're a spouse.He loves these after tough days from his Hero work,and teaching the next generation of heroes in the making. 

At the end of the day coming home to you to bask in a much deserved cuddly time is something he loves.You’re his favorite body pillow though he will tell you so with sleepy grumbles. This something that is intimate to be close to his spouse; this is very peaceful for him.

 The thought of being wrapped up in  his significant other’s embrace is the epitome of soothing for him. I imagine he has some trauma from the situations that he deals with from Hero work, and nightmares that follow it. One of the things that I think it could be is the USJ incident with a gentle touch to wake Shouta up from the dreams.

In the mornings, he likes it when his spouse helps him with his eye drops, fussing over him about keeping up his morning routine to make sure he doesn’t strain his eyes during the day 

His spouse probably has to stop him from buying cats/cat themed things. 

He is a homebody and very rarely likes to go out for dates. If his spouse wants to go on a date, he’ll plan something for them to do at home or close to home. Things like making makeshift beds in the living room to binge a show or staying up late at night to camp out on the balcony and talk about your pasts and futures.

I was thinking about a future pet--I definitely think that a cat would be the best option for Aizawa and his spouse. Bonus points, if they are a huge cat lover like he is though it gives him reasons to get cat toys for the kitten.  If their s/o was allergic I do see them trying to find a hypoallergenic cat. Sphinx would be the choice of cat they’d get though there are problems for them to choose from.

In terms of affection, I don’t think he is much for PDA in public; he'd probably feel a bit awkward about it. I think if it’s his s/o he might be okay with a kiss on the cheek though he likes to keep things private between himself and his spouse.He is fine with holding hands out in public  though showering  affection is something I don’t see him doing.

He likes to keep himself as professional as possible in public, but he doesn’t mind his spouse kissing his cheek. He doesn’t mind if they run their hand down his back quickly, then he won’t put up much of a fuss

When Aizawa is  home with his spouse in a comfortable private setting with soft kisses every so often. Giving them hugs in the early hours of the morning is more his speed.

Married with Kids

He is a wonderful dad to his children and not to forget super protective to boot.(especially if he has a daughter don't why but I can see it more there.)When it comes to other people wanting to hold his kids he much rather not have to do that. if he can help it that is.He's a pretty much hands on dad all the way.

What can I say this man does his research if you're expecting a baby.Or planning to adopt one with him.Before your child even arrives he is looking through baby books galore--medical books, good child development and all that entails for you kids overall wellness.Aizawa will strive to be the world's best day for your little bundle of joy.

As for getting babysitters, Shouta will go with Hizashi and Kayama.Despite being a bit reluctant to do so though.Yet, he trusts them to look after them when he's not around.

If you need anything during this time he will surely be the one to get it for you.Always the supportive spouse during your pregnancy which is a given anyway.I totally see Aizawa doing all the housework chores, and cooking something nutritious for you too.In the beginning, it might be a bit of a mess though he'll probably be covered in something at the first time he does it.The sight might have his spouse finding it cute and attempt to stop giggles at the sight of it.

Anything that involves changing diapers,spit up, and messes in general when it comes to the baby he is chill.He helps with the clean up as well as helping make bottles before going about his day.Plus, he is really laid back when it comes to these sorts of things which good for his spouse.

When it comes to nap time it is something he is for all the way.Sometimes you can't resist taking some photos of the pair as they sleep peacefully together.It really is a sight to see how easily they fall asleep with their father with small baby cooing leaving their lips.

Instead of getting a baby carrying a sling, I think Aizawa would probably make one out of his capture weapon.If he goes out and about with his baby.I think this would fit if you all went out for family time too.

As for when his children gets bigger he is active in helping with their academics.Aizawa being a teacher will come in handy helping them with homework.He will probably offer some tutor sessions if their child needs some extra help in a certain class, and any in general.Purely, is there to help his child succeed he is there if they need any extra help.

If his child has a quirk he will help them to get a better grasp on mastering it.Probably will incorporate fitness into their routine to help stay active, and helps the get control on their quirk.If the child if quirkiness that wouldn't matter he would love them regardless of that fact.

Entering UA you can be your child and will have their skills down to a point there they are finely tuned. Aizawa will put some sense into your kid's head that they aren't above anyone else.Everyone is equal when it comes to the skills of their quirk.

Now, the big thing he will be super strict about is dating.He vents about how people’s intentions could be villainous towards his precious baby.I can see Shouta as a big intimidating lion when his daughter/son thinks about asking someone out.(protect yourself please...lol)All the little dirty thoughts they might be directing towards his child--well he doesn't like it.

His spouse caught him one time on top of a wooden stumps that connected the cable lines.Aizawa kept a keen eye during their child's date with their crush and frowned when he/she gave their crush a slight peck on the cheek.Silently, fuming at the sight that was his precious child.

He ended up almost getting caught out when you texted him.Aizawa had to make a stealthy get away before your child caught him. Still, he does get over this though your child to him will be his baby. For the most part, he is logical though does not like to think his kid will be a hormonal minx. 

As for the people around them he just knows their irrational beasts. I wanna say that he is not looking forward to talking about the birds and bees with you.I feel that you both will possibly be there to have that discussion if it ever comes up.Please pray you never break their heart unless you want Aizawa to give you a piece of his mind.

If his child ever gets married when they’re older he will be sure to walk them down the aisle. He might be glaring at his child’s soon to be wife/husband (Might be full blown if it’s Bakugou he just smirks at him as he mouths,”There my baby now, Mummy)I do see him getting emotional when he sees them for the first time in their wedding gown--or tuxedo. I feel like he would be good at hiding it just a smidge. (plus, correct me if I am wrong, lol) He would make sure to have the dance with his daughter or son after the party. 

His grandchild will think he is the coolest person ever wanting to hear all about his stories as a hero. Probably some embarrassing ones of their parents back when they were younger while probably going to get training, and help with school. 

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To all the Aizawa Shouta fans, I hope I did this man justice. If you feel I’m missing something let me know. I will probably update this with fixes though I could not be more grateful for getting a headcanon request. @dr1ppyk9 thank you very much for this. 😭😭 I hope you like this thanks for sending it in which it was a blast to write.😊😊😀

pairing: izuku midoriya x reader

requested by: @todorki-shoto​

wc: 1.6k

warnings: none!

synopsis: in which you get extremely nervous whenever you see izuku and the very last thing that crosses his mind is that you reciprocate his feelings.

a/n: first request yayay!! I hope you like this ^^ it ended up being longer than I anticipated aheh…

Your heart banged so loudly against your rib-cage, you were sure Izuku could hear it…despite the fact he was on the other end of the classroom. Cheeks flushed and your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you desperately tried to calm the bundle of nerves that pulsed through you at the sight of your oblivious, broccoli-haired crush.

After a weak and useless attempt, you dragged your eyes to sneak a glance at him. “How did this happen,” You mumble quietly to yourself, watching him talk colourfully to Iida and Uraraka. “Why can’t I say a damn two wor-”

Oh no.

He caught your gaze.

Immediately, his face broke into a bigger smile and he excused himself from his two close friends. Then, to your horror, he began squeezing passed desks in a path to where you stood.

WHY IS HE COMING THIS WAY!? You thought to yourself in mortification. Frantically, you neatened up your hair, feeling the familiar flight of butterflies flutter around in your chest. Oh God not now, I’m going to make a complete fool of myself!

“Morning, Y/L/N-san!” The freckle-faced boy beamed at you, his smile as wide as ever. “Are you ready for the English test first period?”

Your mind frenzied into a dead blank, barely letting his words hit you. Instead, you were overwhelmed by how close he was to you, how he strangely seemed to have a slight sakura undertone to his scent and how his pink lips looked so kissable in this very moment-

“Y/L/N-san?” Izuku ripped you from your little crush analysis, tilting his head cutely as he patiently awaited your response. “Did you hear what I said?”

You blinked, snapping yourself from the trance he held you in. Gaze falling to the ground you tried to collect yourself. “Um,” Your hand hurriedly raked through your hair. When your sight lifted to his, you felt your heartbeat race all over again. He looks so cute…! “Uh…” You were sure your face could start a fire with how hot it had instantaneously become. This is a disaster.

Izuku, on the other hand, couldn’t quite work out why you seemed to be in another world. Was it something he said? Were you not ready for the English test? His eyebrows furrowed, lips bowing to a pout. “Are you okay, Y/L/N-san? If you want, I can go over some of the words with you?”

At the mere thought of being privately tutored with Izuku, your body went into overdrive. “Actually,” The worlds were spluttering themselves out of your mouth. “That won’t be needed, I…I um gotta…” Your gaze flickered to the door. “I gotta go!” And without any more of an explanation, you found yourself dashing out the door.

“But wait!” Izuku called after you, worry coating his voice. “Where are you going?! Class is about to start!” Though, it was too late, you were already out of sight. His shoulders slumped. What did he do wrong? Did you always get nervous before tests?

“Tch,” Bakugo snickered behind him, feet resting on top of the desk in front of his. “Just leave her alone, shitty Deku, she was probably trying to get away from you.”

Normally, Izuku was used to this – Bakugo’s nasty jabs – but what if he was right? What if you really were trying to get away from him…?

                                                       . . . . 

The next few days didn’t help his case whatsoever. Every time he’d be near you since that morning, you’d quickly excused yourself from his presence and ran off. Eventually, Bakugos’ words started to haunt him and he started to really wonder if you didn’t like him.

One particular afternoon on the walk to the dorms after school, Izuku had spent the entire day trying to approach you, yet he was unsuccessful every single time. The failure had put the green-haired boy in his own world for the past few minutes, muttering to himself every possible reason for your avoiding of him.

“Deku?” Uraraka spoke up, offering a look of concern over to her friend. “You’ve been like this the whole day, what’s wrong?” She brushed her brown locks away from her face with a frown. She hated seeing her usually-vibrant friend so dull. “Is it the whole thing with Y/N? Because if you’d like, I can talk to her.”

Izuku glanced up, heaving a sigh of defeat. “I don’t know, Uraraka-san…” He chewed on his bottom lip, running his train of though through his mind one final time. “Maybe she just doesn’t like me.” He gives her a sad smile. “She always freezes up at the sight of me, her face goes all red and the next thing I know she’s running the other direction.”

Uraraka stopped walking, her eyes widening at the realization. How did she not think of this sooner!? “What else does she do, Deku?”

Izuku was yet to figure out why Uraraka seemed so eager, but he complied. “When she first started it, she stuttered a lot...seemed like she was in another world – like she didn’t want to be there talking with me.” Admitting it aloud only pained the boy further, still at a complete loss. “…Why?”

That was all the confirmation Uraraka needed before her face lit up in triumph. “Come on! You have to talk to her!” She presumed her walk, practically dragging the confuzzled boy behind her.

“Huh, what? Why all of a sudden?” He questioned, letting himself get pulled eagerly by his friend. “Will she even want to talk to me…?”

Uraraka turned to flash him a confident smile. “Trust me on this!”

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That was how Izuku found himself outside your dorm door, nervously fiddling with the end of his cream-white shirt as he pep-talked himself into knocking on your door. What if you shooed him away? Or worse…slammed the door in his face!

By the time he finally mustered up the courage, his fingers wouldn’t stop trembling as they hovered against the door face. Luckily enough for him, he didn’t even have to knock in the door.

All at once, the door flung back and he was greeted with your face of horror as you slowly registered his stance before you.

“M-Midoriya!” You spluttered, grappling for the door handle. “What are you doing here!?” Per usual, your heart thumped, palms secreted sweat and face flushed all on cue.

Izuku was terrified, suddenly being thrown into the deep end before he had the chance to gather his thoughts. “I’m here b-because…” Stuttering through his sentence, he willed himself to man-up goddammit! He wasn’t about to let you slip away again! “Why don’t you want to be near me anymore?! Why won’t you talk to me!?” The world tumbled out of his mouth without a second thought, his eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.

You stood there silently for a few moments, before you let out soft sigh. You knew you couldn’t run nor hide from him forever. It was time to face your feelings head on…even if that did mean rejection… “Izuku,” You used his first name, dropping the formalities that you’d picked up from nerves. “I’m…I’m really sorry about all this…”

Slowly, Izuku opened his eyes, losing his nerve-wracking fright. He didn’t dare interrupt, letting you take your time to explain, gaze locked with yours. God was he glad you were talking to him again.

You ran a hand through your hair, brushing it to one side. “I should’ve never acted like that toward you,” Swallowing hard, you willed yourself to continue. “The truth is…” Here it comes. “I c-couldn’t talk to you or…or say anything to you was because I…” The ‘like you’ finish of your sentence dissolved into thin air, nerves eating your words alive. I can’t do this! He’s going to reject me and laugh at me and, and-

“Y/N,” He used your first name too, one hand now placed on each of your shoulders. “You can tell me anything. I’m your friend, right?” It was as if the world melted away, his emerald eyes boring into your own. “I want to be there for you.”

His musk was intoxicating and you forced yourself to focus on his words and not get lost in him all over again. What am I thinking? This is Izuku, he’s not going to laugh at me or ridicule me in anyway. We’re friends. A small smile etched at your lips, skin burning at his very touch as the words finally passed your lips. “I like you, Izuku.”

It took about three or four seconds before Izuku’s own cheeks turned a tomato shade and he pulled away in surprise. “Wait what!?”

Was this real? Was he dreaming!? There was no way…no way you liked him. Was that why you were avoiding him? His mouth opened and closed like a guppy, unsure of what to say. He should go on and confess back right? Seemed fitting…the whole reason he was so paranoid was because he liked you so much; he didn’t want to lose you.

You, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable at his bewilderment, now regretting even opening your mouth. Yeah this was a bad idea, he’s going to-

Izuku couldn’t help it, he let a giggle slip, covering half his face with his palm in embarrassment. Paranoid for nothing! “I like you too!”

This time it was your turn to go into a state of shock, face practically burning as you stared at him in disbelief. “You do!?” Butterflies bustled around in your chest, yet this time they somehow felt…different. A smile spread evidently across your lips.

“Mmhmm…” He walked in a circle around her, as she stood frozen in her final pose. “And once more you’re technically correct… Flawless - in fact. But it’s lacking something…” He made little interpretive gestures into the air, as if some of the water molecules could somehow be drawn down and sculpted into something finite that could help him, help her. Narrow purple eyes watched him as he paced slowly, a soft smile on his face. Stubbled jaw moving as though still savoring the taste of his words. His own brilliance. Strong arms were behind his back now as he went.

Arrogant. Prick. Why did she need him again?

Suddenly, he stood before her. She blinked. “The heart…” He raised a hand to his own and tapped it. “The emotion…” More finger cloud gestures this time. It was all she could do not to roll her eyes. “You!” He wheeled around and pointed to her. She nearly jumped. “Your lover is dying… Dying, Raven.”

Oh goodness here we go…

Intense blue eyes pursuing her own. Boring into her and widening on every last word for maximum emphasis.

“You’re desperate. Frantic. Searching… You need to find him… To share what could be your last…kiss.”

She thought her leotards were tight, but this man. His pants, they must have been somehow cutting off circulation to his brain. She glared at that stupidly, perfect butt. She was familiar with the story. Who wasn’t? She had performed this dance before, several times. But this was different. She was in the big leagues now. Everything and everyone had to be perfect. It’s why the director suggested she try a coach in the first place.

“Alright, Dick. I’ll try it again.” She went back to her first position. Rolling her shoulders and relaxing her lithe figure. “From the top?”

“No.” His hand cut through his dark locks. “We’ve ran through this routine multiple times today and several times this week. Your competency was already proven to me. But your soul…?” He shook his head slowly. “I think we need to try something else.”

“Well, alright.” At this point she was willing to try anything. Anything to get him off her back and to resume her normal practice hours. And her normal life.

“Have you ever been kissed, Raven?”

“Excuse me?” She scoffed.

Were they suddenly bosom buddies now after spending all this time together?

“Just answer the question.” He put the emphasis on opposite syllables to stress that he wasn’t going to drop this. “Have you ever been kissed?”

“Yes.” She said simply, folding her arms. Details were not needed, he did not ask and she wasn’t going to offer any.

“But have you ever been really kissed?” He was moving closer to her - sauntering - his tall, lean-muscled form now dwarfing hers in a way that made her very clear this wasn’t just a question. “Kissed in a way that drives you to desperation. To hunger or madness.” He licked his lips. A faint smile on his lips as he spoke in a low raspy, rumble. “The touch of your mouths together. Giving, yet taking. So you continue, seeking. Though still unsatiated and knowing you could never be. Because… you would need nothing more than an eternity to feel that person’s breath and body against your own.”

Whoa.

Now she understood why he came so highly recommended.

She cleared her throat, looking anywhere but at the bright-eyed, dark-haired man before her. Her cheeks burning brightly. “I can’t say I have…” She swallowed before she turned back to him. “Though I can’t say that anyone has.”

“There. Therein lies the problem.” He pointed to her, but this time his finger bounced off her sternum. “How can you compel the audience to believe something you don’t even believe yourself?” The heat of his body was permeating right through her leotard now.

“W-what should I do?” Her voice sounded weak to her own ears. But this life was all she had ever known. Dancing was all she had ever known.

“I’ll help you,” he murmured, leaning lower to meet her. “After all, it’s what I’m here for.” And as he began the slow descent down to meet her, he was gazing at her with an emotion that she had never seen directed at her before. From anyone. His hand reached out for her waist. He had touched her waist before. But this was different. There was no music. No dancing. He wasn’t adjusting her posture. And she was not in motion. But one part of her did dance.

Prompt: "this is sad" "this is your life?" "I'm aware, cupcake"

Requested by: @shrugheadjonesthethird (thank you for being my first request and I'm really sorry for the delay. You're the sweetest!)

Synopsis-

It was new year's eve and Veronica Lodge was typing. She plucked in her earphones and let the music block out the voices. Only if it enough to block the challenge that slipped into the bar next to her.

Read on Ao3, here (please)

((I had to use Ao3 for one shot because I exceeded the block limit so please bear with me. Thank you))