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3 years ago

BNHA Imagine - Spiderman

A/N: So... Marvel huh? There was literally nothing specific that inspired this other than me just suddenly feeling like writing this AU. Also, this would have totally been posted yesterday, but I decided I was going to add Sero because what's a Spiderman reference in BNHA without Sero.

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Hitoshi Shinsou, Hanta Sero, and Shouta Aizawa x GN Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of harassment in Sero's (reader and other characters get followed by someone) & robbery in Aizawa's.

Summary: Either imagine the MCU or the BNHA universe, but the majority is quirkless so heroes are much more rare. Where, these heroes hear their crush mention or talk about their secret hero identity.

Word Count: 3.5K

Izuku Midoriya

"Have you heard about that new hero yet?" Midoriya had heard the words more than once in his school. But, it still shocked him to the core when he heard your friend ask you about it.

"Huh? I don't think I have." You replied.

Midoriya attempted to be just slightly more subtle in his eavesdropping. He looked back to the books before him; afterall, he'd been studying just moments before you and your friend entered the library. It wasn't like it was uncommon for the two of you to come to the library; Midoriya was just really bad at not eavesdropping.

"Seriously!" They exclaimed, "C'mon, look at this!"

Midoriya did everything in his power to not look back up to see what your friend was showing you. He had a likely guess, though. The green haired boy wasn't inept on social media; he kept close tabs on any public information that was spreading about him. Admittedly, it was relatively isolated right now: local news and posts from people mostly located within this town. In this instance, he'd already seen the video on his own and had been shown it by Uraraka. It was a video of him, (well, the masked hero "Veridian") jumping across the tops of buildings and sliding down a fire escape before promptly looking at the camera after the person behind it yelled.

"So," Your friend prompted once the video presumably ended, "isn't he hot?"

Izuku instantly flushed.

"Kind of, but you can't just say that after seeing one video of him." You countered.

"Well you haven't seen the other videos. Hold on, there's one where he saves a cat, and he's so cute! Let me find it." Your friend began scrolling through her phone while Izuku was absolutely burning in his seat.

"Kind of? What do they mean by kind off? Do they mean I'm hot? No one's ever called me that before!" Izuku repeated mentally. He really hoped he wasn't muttering those words.

"Oh, hey Midoriya. 'Didn't notice you there!" Once your attention was away from your friend's phone, it seemed you finally took notice of your surroundings. Izuku wasn't too far from the two of you, just a table away.

"H-hey (L/N)!" He returned the greeting. He failed miserably to hide the stutter, blush, or the small giddy smile overtaking his face. Midoriya wasn't a completely hopeless romantic, at least. He'd made multiple efforts to talk to you (with varying levels of success), and you sat next to him in one of the several classes you two shared. Although, he wouldn't boast his ability too much; Midoriya and you were acquaintances at most.

"Look, found it!" You seemed ready to say more, but you were quickly distracted by your friend shoving another video towards you.

His next words died on his tongue, but he could still feel a tiny smile on his face as he tried to make his brain focus back on his notes before him. Although, his attention was really on you.

Hitoshi Shinsou

"Shinsou loves heroes– actually, he knows a couple heroes!" Kaminari loudly declared while Shinsou paled at the accusation. He regretted this interaction instantly.

Denki Kaminari was undeniably the school flirt– when they graduated in a year the title will be under his name in the yearbook. Kaminari went to every social event he had access to, talked to anyone who would listen, and was more or less the class clown. And, he was Hitoshi Shinsou's best friend since middle school. The relationship was very obviously odd. Shinsou sort of disappeared in the crowds with his dark clothing and frequent silence, meanwhile Kaminari was visibly bright and could fill a room with just his voice.

Despite their differences, Shinsou wouldn't really have it any other way. Kaminari was a good friend, and, no matter how popular he got, he never skipped out on Shinsou. But, at times like these, the purple haired boy really wished he could go back and just strangle the blonde before they could have even met.

Today, Kaminari had tugged Shinsou from their usual library spot to the much busier high school cafeteria. All the while, he rambled on and on with a mix of some much needed context for Shinsou.

"So– y'know your crush, right?" Kaminari began.

"I don't have a–" the blonde didn't even let Shinsou speak as he continued, "Well, I just got sat next to one of their friends in Algebra, they're cute by the way. And, they said I could sit with them at lunch. So, as your great best friend who won't let you keep pining for (Y/N) for the rest of high school, I'm bringing you with me!"

"I have homework to do, though." Shinsou tried to avoid the event he was being "invited" to.

"Nope, now you don't. Did you miss the part where I said you won't be pining anymore?" Kaminari repeated.

"I didn't tell you about this just for you to drag me around school and play matchmaker." The purple haired boy attempted to dissuade the blonde with his cynical comment.

"Must suck because we're here." As usual, it didn't work, and they were standing at the entryway of the cafeteria

The blonde rather easily found the group, and Shinsou was just as easily ditched by the blonde to sit beside you. He could, maybe, forgive Kaminari for this just a little bit. It was pretty easy to strike up a conversation with you; the two of you shared a couple of classes, afterall. But, that goodwill ended instantly when Shinsou and you were brought back to the conversation of the rest of the table. "Hey, Shinsou, what do you think about heroes?"

He wasn't quite sure what led up to the conversation, but he answered normally, "They're cool, I guess."

"Oh come on– Shinsou loves heroes! Actually, he knows a couple heroes!" The only indication of what Kaminari was about to say was a seconds-long, telling stare.

Shinsou had to channel all his willpower in that moment to not get up and drag the blonde out of the cafeteria right at that second. He'd told Kaminari when the blonde found out about him being a hero, "I don't want this to be a public thing, alright. It's for my safety and everyone else that this stays secret." What was he even trying to do by mentioning it? Make himself more popular? He promised in that same conversation he would never do something like that– no matter how awful he is at keeping secrets.

"What heroes do you know?" Was asked on top of, "Do you really?"

"He's lying. I've talked to a hero that comes near my apartment, but that's about it." Shinsou countered. He could back that up, right? He'd talked to a couple of older, underground heroes, but he'd have to twist the story just a bit about why they were talking.

"No, you're lying," if looks could kill, Kaminari was six feet under, "He makes equipment and stuff for this new hero!"

"Who!" The questioning shouts of your friends persisted.

"Um– Mindjack…" Shinsou didn't know what else to add about him– well, himself. This wasn't what he planned for at all today, and Kaminari will be paying for it.

"Huh– never heard of him." Relief flooded over him at the words of the first response.

"I guess if they're new then there isn't much out about them yet." Another friend spoke. They were technically right, but it was more like Shinsou actively avoided any sort of public attention in the past two years he'd been officially doing hero-work now.

"No wait, we had a real question to ask first," Someone else said before holding a phone towards Shinsou, "Which hero is hotter?"

Shinsou had to stop his complete deadpan expression at the words just uttered. It was the person sitting next to Kaminari too– no wonder the blonde liked them, that was exactly something he would ask.

"Uh– the left one, I guess." He answered bluntly. Thankfully, it was enough for everyone else to head back to their conversations even as the bell rang signaling the end of lunch.

Instantly, his eyes were on Kaminari. He was trying to corral the group, more specifically the one person he had interest in, out the door as soon as possible. Kaminari had been friends with Shinsou for long enough to know the "your days are numbered" look, and he was wisely trying to escape.

"Hey, um–" Luckily for Kaminari, a voice interrupted his war path towards the blonde. You, who had been silent most of the previous interaction, finally began talking again.

"Do you actually work with Mindjack?" You asked.

"Yeah, I kinda do. I help– him make equipment and those sorts of things." It felt odd talking about himself in the third person.

"That's so cool!" You exclaimed, "I've been wondering for a while how things like that voice modulator work– oh, and the capture scarf too! Did you, or him, based it off Eraserhead? They seem really similar, but I've never really seen them work."

The more you talked, the bright red Shinsou's face flushed and his heart raced, "You know who Mindjack is? And Eraserhead?" He voiced his thoughts exactly. Well, more exactly would be the wonders of how you knew about his equipment. Had people managed to take pictures of him? When?

"Well um– yeah, kind of. There's a lot more interesting communities about the less– mainstream heroes, you could say. Sorry if the questions were weird, though! I get it if it's private information and stuff." You rambled your explanation.

Heroes had been brought up only a couple of times the two of you talked, but he had no clue you were such a big hero fan. Much less that you knew a lot about underground heroes of all things.

"It's not weird," he quickly corrected, "Um– I have some of the basic designs I could show you tomorrow for the artificial vocal chords, that's what the voice modulator is called. I'm sure Mindjack wouldn't mind if you saw them."

"Really? That'd be great, thank you so much!" You smiled brightly. Maybe, some of that forgiveness for Kaminari returned…

But only a little.

"Seriously? I work with heroes?" Shinsou asked Kaminari, who was currently dangling from the ledge of their apartment building with Shinsou's binding cloth as the only thing keeping him from falling the multiple stories. Was it cruel? Yeah. But, would he drop the blonde? Probably not.

"C'mon, I didn't say you are one! And, it worked didn't it? (Y/N)'s super into heroes, and I saw you two talking after!" Kaminari explained.

"So you were trying to set me up?" Shinsou spoke evenly. Neither continued rage or a new calm was particularly clear in his voice.

"Does that make it better or worse?" The other timidly asked.

"Neither!"

Hanta Sero

Sero's rooftop swinging halted as a shout came from somewhere below him. It was a couple people shouting things along the lines of, "Leave us alone" and "Stop following us!" Neither of those phrases were usually a good sign. He scanned the area quickly before making his way over to the group he could see in the distance: it was a group of six huddled together with the perpetrators clearly being three guys following behind.

"C'mon, I didn't mean to scare you away. It was just a joke." One of the guys insisted.

"No, it wasn't just a joke." One of the people in the group shouted back.

The guy previously speaking stepped forward, "Babe, I really didn't mean it. Just come back to the party and–"

He was interrupted by someone else, "Just go away. She's not going back–"

"I didn't ask you!" The guy snapped and shoved whoever had interrupted him to the ground.

"Okay, now seems like a good time to do something." Sero determined. From his previous spot, he jumped to the sidewalk– perfectly landing between whoever this guy was and the other group. Lucky for him (and his dignity) he didn't mess up the landing as he did many times before.

"You alright?" He addressed the person who had been pushed first and– oh shit. Sero recognized you instantly. You were dressed slightly differently from earlier, but it made sense; you had just been at a party after all.

"Yeah, we're all going," You had mentioned during lunch, "(Name)'s going with her boyfriend, but I get really bad vibes from him, y'know. So none of us really wanted her to be alone."

Remembering that information, he easily recognized everyone standing around him now. Your friend group was the five others behind him, and your one friend's boyfriend was standing inches before him.

"Thanks." You accepted the hand he had reached out to help pull you up.

"Everything alright here?" Sero turned his attention back towards the upperclassmen before him.

"Yeah, we're fine." The guy responded.

"Um– yeah, I'm pretty sure fine doesn't mean pushing people to the ground," Sero said, "Why don't you go back to your party over there and leave these people alone."

"This is none of your business, tape boy." He sneered.

"Cellophane." Sero corrected.

"Whatever," he scoffed, "just fuck off already."

He reached a hand up to push Sero, much as he had done to you, only for his fist to be wrapped in a heavy layer of tape. "What?" Seconds later, he was stumbling backwards towards his friends– Sero having kicked him square in the stomach.

"Let's just get out of here, it's not worth it." One of his smarter friends suggested.

The main guy muttered something before calling out to, presumably, his girlfriend, "You better call me later!"

Sero had to hold back a laugh as one of your friend behind him whispered, "Don't fucking call him."

"Asshole," You muttered as you watched the three guys retreat, "Thank you so much. Cellophane, right?"

"Y-yeah," he stuttered, "No problem! Just get back home safe, got it?"

God, he sounded like someone's Dad. He was so thankful for the decision to wear a mask and keep his identity secret.

"Sure thing!" You called back with a wave while a couple of other friends added, "Thank you!"

He easily caught the ledge of the closest roof with his tape and pulled himself back up to return to his previous patrolling route.

"Then he went like," You demonstrated a kick as well as you could from your seat at the cafeteria, "and he ran away! I can't believe he helped us, though. I don't know what we would have done if that asshole kept following us."

"Yeah, that is lucky. I'm glad you guys were safe." Sero wasn't the best actor, but he seemed to be pretty good at convincing you that this was his first time hearing of this.

"Yeah, I'm glad too… oh, and the hero was nice too! Like, he helped me up and everything." You continued talking about the hero.

"Wow, sounds like you have a crush on this hero." Sero teased.

"Hm– wouldn't be the first time I fell in love with someone after talking once," You replied jokingly, "I'm sure he's cute under his mask, though.. Maybe I should try and get in more danger to get his number?"

No matter if you were serious or not, a deep blush covered Sero's face. Did that mean you think he's cute? "Y-you could become his uh– archenemy or something, start robbing banks."

Whether you noticed or not, you didn't mention it, "Ooh an enemies to lovers thing, I like it."

He awkwardly laughed, "Y-yeah…"

He was so bad at this.

Shouta Aizawa

"Welcome in!" You called out as Aizawa slowly pushed the door open to the brightly illuminated Cafe. It was one of the few places that was open so late and served coffee good enough to get Aizawa to power through the night.

"I haven't seen you around in awhile, 'zawa." The wait staff was nice too. Well, you're the only person ever working at such a late hour. Also considering he was often the only person occupying the building at his very specific time, it was inevitable he ended up talking to you a bit.

"Been busy." He took a seat down at the exact spot across from you.

"With…" You prompted him to continue as you poured his usual. It wasn't too complicated of an order: plain, black coffee.

"Finals week," he sighed deeply, "Lots of grading."

Aizawa, unfortunately, found himself settled as a highschool teacher. He would really rather be teaching college level courses, but he began his hero work at the same time he got hired for a part-time teacher position. So, now he was just a full time teacher coupled with nightly hero work, and he did not have the time to switch up his routine.

"I feel you," You nodded in agreement, "Well, as a student more than a teacher."

You held up a messy notebook from behind the counter to indicate the studying you were doing prior. In the time you two talked, Aizawa learned that you had just recently returned to college after a many year break to finish the degree you dropped. The night job at the Cafe seemed to be your best bet for paying the simpler college expenses.

"Don't let me distract you, studying is important." The man took a sip of his coffee.

"Sure thing, sensei." You teased, "But seriously, I needed a break anyway. I've been working on it since my shift started –no one's really come in anyway, probably 'cause of the robberies and stuff."

"Right, you told me about those. How's everything been lately?" He asked.

"Fine, apparently there's been some sort of hero hanging around here and scaring guys off. So, maybe business will pick up again." You replied.

The question was really only a formality. Aizawa was the said "hero" hanging around, and he was, in fact, "scaring away" any possible criminals after you'd informed him of the robberies.

"They're probably hitting all the stores around. I hope there's at least someone else working with me whenever they come by here." You solemnly said.

"You can't call the police?" Aizawa mildly expected the answer you would give.

"No, they won't really stick around unless they have some reason to believe it's soon. But, it seems like the group waits a couple before robbing another place. That's why they've just been hitting every store down the block in a row." You explained.

With the renewed resentment he had for the local police force (that same resentment had pushed him to become a hero in the first place), he changed up his patrol area to hang around the Cafe. He wasn't quite sure what the criminal group looked like, but he was successful in scaring off some suspicious groups so far. He kept a close eye on the Cafe too. If he saw anyone go in, Aizawa was on guard until they left.

Was it a bit over the top? Yeah, Aizawa would admit to that.

"At least someone is doing something around here." He responded to your explanation.

"Yeah, it's nice to feel a bit safer around here." You smiled.

Aizawa went to take another sip of his coffee –only to notice that he'd finished the cup in the rather short time you two had been talking. Awkwardly, he placed the mug back down after pretending to take a final sip.

"Want any more?" You seemed to notice while holding up the coffee pot.

"No," his voice held evident disappointment at the denial, "I've had a lot today anyways, just thought I'd stop by."

Yamada had become very serious recently with getting Aizawa to stop drinking as much coffee. "Only 3 cups at most," the blonde English teacher declared, "Otherwise, I'm sending you home and you're sleeping for the day."

It was unfortunate the man was so good at talking to others, especially their boss, to actually make the threat a reality. He'd demonstrated so just last week.

"Aww, thanks! I enjoy it when you come by, too." You smiled.

"Oh uh– I've been meaning to ask. Can I get your number– i-if you're alright with that. We've been talking a lot here, so I thought that maybe it'd be nice to see you when I'm not on the clock for once." You nervously added.

Aizawa paused for a moment in contemplation. He hadn't really given his number out in a long time, much less to someone he found himself interested in, and it was mostly because of his secretive hero career. The moment Yamada got close to him, it was only weeks later the blonde found out about the hero stuff.

"This is different." He concluded the train of thought before verbally responding, "Sure, here."

You beamed as you pulled your phone out and put your numbers in each other's phones. "See you around soon, 'zawa." You called out as the dark haired man left after paying.

A small smile came across his face when he received your first text only moments after he had resumed his perched spot near the Cafe, "good luck getting me to stop bothering you now >:)"

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mad-hedgehog-and-crazy-cat

4 years ago

“Nothing Is True, Everything Is Permitted.”

“Nothing is true, everything is permitted.”

Them singing you a song: <preference>

Altair: He isn’t much of a singer, though he would gladly hum you a lullaby if you have trouble sleeping. Nothing more though.

Malik: He can somewhat sing along to simple songs, but nothing more. Would be shy to sing in front of you

Ezio: Oh he LOVES to sing. He will sing day and night for you just as long as you ask him to and would sing you any song you want. And he is an amazing singer!

Connor: He is a great singer in his own way but is too shy to sing around you. There is literally no possibility he will sing in front of you because he is just so shy,

Haytham: He doesn’t bother singing and can’t sing. Plus that he is too embarrassed to sing. Though he wouldn’t mind humming a little tune for you when you’re alone.

Edward: He loves singing the sea shanties to you! He can sing for you for as long as you want him to. Though he can’t really sing anything other than shanties.

Shay: He would only sing when you two are alone. He would either sing a shanty or a little tune in Irish because he isn’t confident in his singing abilities.

Arno: He loves singing and would sing for you, although after alot of convincing because as much as he loves singing he isn’t confident about his voice and loves when you compliment him about it.

Elise: She is an excellent singer but would sing for you after A LOT of convincing, begging, bribing etc. She just doesn’t like singing all that much

Pierre: No…just…no. He can’t sing and wouldn’t try it either. Loves it when you sing though

Jacob: He can sing but only when he is really trying. Otherwise it just ends up bad… But that doesn’t stop him because he still loves singing and … hitting high notes…or atleast trying.

Evie: She can’t sing. She has tried it before and found out she can’t. Though that doesn’t stop her from singing a few easy tunes for you when you ask her.

Desmond: He can’t sing but he CAN rap a few slower raps. Twists his tongue when the songs are faster.

Clay: Can sing but is too embarrassed to. Thinks he will just make a fool of himself and doesn’t bother no matter what you tell him

Daniel: No. He can’t sing, doesn’t bother and would never anyway. Doesn’t believe you when you encourage him to sing by telling him that he sings well

Shaun: “Oh, please. Do I look like a poet? Or an opera singer by any chance? Do I look like I attended drama class in school?! DO I LOOK LIKE A LYRICAL PERSON?”

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