Pool Time

trashy dad

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Shota Aizawa/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: references (2) to un*s ann*s, one (1) use of (y/n), fem pronouns Summary: Shota trying to support his YouTuber daughter :) cuz social media aus own me Word Count: 2.1K ~~~

"Hey, gamers," you grin at the camera before tossing an arm over your father's shoulders, "My dad's in town and as you can see," you hesitated slightly before turning to face your father, "Dad's not super into taking care of himself. So, I figured what's better than doing a Q&A together while I do his makeup?"

"Hitoshi just did a 'what I eat in a day', didn't he?" Shota quirked a brow, already reaching back to tie up his messy, tangled hair.

"Spoilers!" you quietly whine as you open your phone, "He still has to edit it, silly man. We're gonna have to brush out your hair later, by the way."

Shota's eyes widened, "We? I thought this was your idea and video, (Y/n)."

"No," you huff, scrolling through a few of the questions from fans, "I mean it was but your hair is so… Okay, first question is from - oh my God the names - shrekslongtoe, what was my first word?"

"Are you gonna start putting makeup on me or just sit there?" Shota scratched at his nose before snickering, "That wasn't your first word. Your first word was 'Dada' and it drove Hizashi insane."

"Hizashi is my other dad, by the way," you lean over to grab your makeup bag, "'Toshi and I call him papa. Oooh, oh no," you looked up to Shota, "I don't have your shade, you're gonna look weird."

"I don't really care," the man shrugged, watching as you took out a pink beauty blender, "That looks like a buttplug."

"Don't say that!" your eyes were wide at his words while you got out your foundation, "Youtube doesn't like that."

"Whoops," he deadpanned, "Next question."

"Shit, right."

"Language."

"Japanese," you murmur, going to the next reply, "yoonbumskneecap asks, 'Did you believe in me-’ they said my name but you know, ‘and Hitoshi when they decided to become Youtubers?' And 'in 'Toshi's case - drop out of college to become a professional clout man.'"

"To be honest," Shota closed his eyes, only in slight fear, as you began pressing the foundation into his skin, "I was really worried about Hitoshi, I didn't know if he'd stay as big as he was because he's a lot like me, in the sense that people tend to not like us for our bluntness. So I was worried he'd be a meme for like a month and then people would drop him, but thankfully I was proved wrong," he opened his eyes when he felt you pull away and begin rooting through your bag once again, "With you, I was less worried because you're more like 'Zashi, i.e extremely likable, and you were kind of getting a boost from appearances on Hitoshi's channel. I still worry because the internet is a fickle mistress but I'm not staying up at night about it."

Pulling out a dark eyebrow pencil, you grin at your father, "Aww, that was kinda sweet. Not really but kind of."

"What I'm here for," Shota's eyes followed your hand as you uncapped the pencil and reached up, beginning to mark at his eyebrows, "I'm gonna read the next question while you kill my eyebrows."

"I'm not killing them!" you giggled, "But unlike Papa, you already have pretty thick, full eyebrows so I won't be here long."

"Good," he muttered before furrowing his brows in confusion, ignoring your frustrated groan, "who is daddysero and why is he asking if you pissed today?"

"What?!" you pull your dad's hand back to see what he was looking at, instantly calming down when you saw he was still on Twitter, "Oh, that's just Sero, he asks me that every time I tweet. I thought you went to my Instagram DMs," at Shota's questioning stare you grinned, "Mama's got simps in her DMs."

"Don't ever call yourself 'Mama' in my presence ever again," Shota shook his head, once again ignoring your annoyance, "papichulo46290 wants to know my favorite memory of you."

"If you mix me up with 'Toshi, I'll be so pissed," you return the eyebrow pencil to your bag as Shota speaks.

"I won't... probably," he shrugs while you root through your bag, "So, Hizashi had taken Hitoshi out for ice cream because of - has he mentioned his middle school trauma?" at your nod, he continues, "Hitoshi was having a bad day from middle school, shocking, so you and I were left home alone together. You were probably seven and you really wanted to paint my nails and I let you. You..." he shook his head, snickering, "you fucked them up. So bad. But you were so happy to just be spending time with me- "

"Keep talking, but I'm gonna do your eyeshadow," you lean back in, swishing your brush over a navy blue, almost black shade, "Just so you guys know, Dad wanted to look like shit, don't unsubscribe cuz this is gonna come out bad."

"It won't be too bad, you're talented," Shota did his best to remain still, "But overall, you were just so adorable and it didn't even matter that the smudged nails got me teased in the teacher's lounge the next day. It all came off after like a week because it was shitty polish but you get the idea."

"Aww, I didn't know you kept it on, that's so sweet," you fall back briefly to inspect your work, "It's not awful but I'm only posting this because you're my dad."

"Of course, I did," Shota continued scrolling through the questions, "A lot of people are asking if you mean Dad or Daddy, and a lot more people are asking for pictures of your feet, you should block them all."

"Yeah, I got sickos in my replies too, just gotta scroll past em'."

"Disgusting..." Shota grumbled as you moved to his other eye, "Is 'electrodick' Kaminari, perchance?"

"Unfortunately."

"Gross, he asks if you had an 'I'm not like other girls' phase," Shota hummed quietly in thought, "Maybe when you were eight for like a month, but that's probably because except for Nemuri you didn't have any women in your life. Thankfully you moved on from that pretty quickly."

"Oh yeah, that was a gross, weird time. You and Papa also weren’t shitty people so I didn’t have a lot of misogynist influence."

"I like to think we did a good job," Shota sighed, finally moving back into his slouching position when you pulled away completely, "Is 'explosionmurder' Bakugou?"

"You know it."

"Okay well, he's asking if you plan on fucking up your bronzing again?" he thinks for a moment, “Was that from when you looked kinda copper-ish in a video?

"Oh my God, that was one time, Bakugou!" you shout and shake your brush at the camera, "One time!"

"I don't even know what blending is so you're doing better than I am."

"God, how are we related?"

Without hesitation, Shota replied, "Surrogate. Which answers summerlongsock's question."

"Nice," you chuckle, setting the brush back in your bag, "You probably won't need too much bronze or countour since you're going for bad," you immediately turn to the camera, "And Bakugou isn't gonna say a fucking word about it!"

"Is eyeliner next? And if so, I would enjoy a nice wing," Shota muttered, looking through the remaining questions, "Hitoshi asks why I haven't done a video with him yet."

You nod along while uncapping the liner, "I'm curious about that too. I thought my first video with a parent would be with Papa. I was gonna say family but..." you shrug, "Hitoshi was my first video and then Eri came on."

"He never asked," Shota closed both of his eyes, allowing you to move his head around as you pleased, "You just texted me the video idea and we set it up while I was in town. If Hitoshi wants a video so bad he should come up with an idea."

"Jeez, don't bully the poor boy," you laughed quietly, carefully applying more eyeliner to your father's left lid, "We should all do a video together. I think it'd be fun."

"Come up with an idea," he replied flatly before opening his eyes, "davinky wants to know when you got into makeup. Probably after thirteen, sometime."

"Yeah, I got my first real eyeshadow at like fourteen and then you guys just enabled my love of makeup after that."

"Well, the thing with that was, Hizashi and I didn't want you growing up thinking you had to wear makeup for any reason," Shota opened his eyes once he felt you back away, blinking a few times, "So we waited till you were more mature because giving makeup to a six-year-old is weird."

Capping your eyeliner, you traded it out for mascara, "Yeah, even little play kits are a bit ehhh. Don't close your eyes, but look down."

Following instruction, Shota took the opportunity to read off another question, "I can't see the name but someone's asking what we did together for fun. While you were a kid."

Humming quietly in thought, you move from one eye to the other, "We used to go to diners a lot. Those late-night diner trips, remember?"

"Oh yeah, you were such a little demon about bedtime. I had to take you to this little place for scrambled eggs or some shit and you'd fall asleep on the way back home."

Putting away your mascara, you reach out for your hairbrush before beginning to pull out the hair tie in Shota's hair, "Mina wanted me to ask what videos you show people when they ask what your kids do for a living."

"For Hitoshi, the one where he and Kaminari made Bakugou breakfast with sex toys. For you, the one where you turn yourself into Mina's little character - with the pink skin," Shota winced slightly at the tug of your hairbrush, "And Eri's a teacher so that information comes first since it's the least strange."

As you fussed with his tangled nest of hair, you read another question over Shota's shoulder, "When did you know you loved me? Like after adopting me."

"Not too long after the adoption was finalized actually," Shota grumbled as the brush made its final courses through his hair, "You've always been a really great kid. I don't know when I 'realized' but it was definitely around the time you were born, maybe like the day after."

"That's pretty good considering I was a stranger," you giggled, brushing out the final knots in his dark hair, "A baby stranger."

"Hmm," Shota hummed in response, "You almost done?"

Refraining from rolling your eyes, you fluffed Shota's now smooth and detangled hair around his shoulders with a small smile, "I'm done. Your hair is so pretty when it's brushed out."

"I know," the man muttered, handing your phone back, "Wanna do one more question and then sign off?"

"Yeah," you scroll through some of the questions, "I want it to be the best question that's ever been asked."

"Ask your own, you're great at that."

You shook your head with furrowed brows at his comment, "Is that a compliment?"

"It was meant to be."

"Thanks, but no need, I've found one. Midoriya wants to know if raising two attention whores was hard. He didn't say ‘attention whores’ because he doesn't swear but that's the vibe."

"What's Midoriya's at?" Shota asked.

"SmallMight."

"Of course," the man grumbled, closing his eyes to think, "You two were honestly pretty easy to raise. Not a whole lot of fits compared to what I've heard other parents talk about. You both liked to talk a lot to each other, and, of course, to Hizashi and me. Not terribly difficult at all."

"Aww, I'm glad we didn't make you pull your hair out," you grin.

"Oh, you still did. Absolutely."

"Nice," you giggle before turning off your phone and facing the camera, "Okay guys, well, I hope you don't clown on me as much as usual because if you do, my dad will... I don't know… kick your ass."

"Exactly," Shota nodded, a horrific smile on his face, "I'll beam right into your living room."

"Hopefully you guys come back next week where I'll..." floundering for an answer, you turn to your dad as if he’d give you ideas, "Create wings to do it better than Icarus ever could."

Giving a singular stiff nod, Shota looked dead at the camera, "I'd watch it."

"You heard it from the main man himself, peeps," you waved to the camera, Shota copying the motion, “Bye!”

"If there's one comment about my eyebags, I'm never coming on your channel again," Shota lied as you leaned over to stop recording.

"They're gonna love you, I'm sure," you assure your father, "Wanna see how I edit?"

"God no, Hitoshi showed me how long it takes to edit his videos, it looks like hell."

ngl, the dimitrecu brothers being super excited to have an adopted human sister is,,,,👌👌💖💞💖💖💕

They're like a group of puppies, wagging their tails excitedly as their father brings you to the castle. They mistake your fear as being shy. They all just want to spend time with you, be it while you are sleeping, while you are running away from them, or while Lord Dimitrescu holds you in his lap as the boys gather around you while Lord D starts story time.

Unlike the Dimitrescu sisters who don't care whether their actions scare you, the brothers are very protective of you, so they are very cautious of what they say or do around you. It's only because Lord Dimitrescu has told them to watch themselves around you, after all, you're a human. You're weak, you're fragile, porcelain like.

So, that's why they are careful around you, not wanting to do anything that would trigger you off.

But that plan goes to shit the moment they sense you're in danger. One of them makes sure to take you back to the safety of the castle, while the other two are assigned to eliminate the threat.

If you get hurt while they are around, they would merely tell you to look away before they are pouncing upon whatever hurt you- doesn't matter if its a human, a lycan, or a twig. Then after they've calmed down, they'll take you back to the castle where Lord Dimitrescu treats your wounds, and like little puppies, they'd stay by your side, watching you with guilty ashamed eyes. Don't be surprised if you wake up in the middle of the night to them hovering over you- if you so much as yelp in surprise, they will again turn into guard dogs and the cycle repeats, only this time you will end up in a cuddle pile with them.

So I heard y'all like crossovers

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Imagine being a Faerie and Adopted By Jake Sully

Pairing: Sully Family x Reader (Platonic)

Summary: After a ride on his pa'li, Jake finds a peculiar looking infant in the forests of pandora and decides to take in another "Sully"

Warnings: Some Metamorphosis on Readers part.

A/N: *Divider belongs to @firefly-graphics. might do a yandere version of this when I have the time, I hope you all enjoy :)

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Riding on his pa'li, Jake Sully had found your infant form resting beneath a blanket of vines and thorns.

He was shocked to say the least, Because why did you have Horns? Jake debated on leaving you there in case you already had a mother.

But the more he stared into your amber eyes, A part of him wanted to just snatch you from the tangled flora and take you in as his own.

And that's exactly what he did, He returned to Hometree with you in his arms.

Upon your arrival the clan had all gathered around you two, Whispers and gasps among them.

At first Neytiri was Stubborn and disliked the idea of welcoming an outsider, infant or no. Especially when you weren't even the same species. She suspected you for awhile.

But as time went on she began to warm up to you, holding you and even putting you to sleep.

With her acceptance she encouraged Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Kiri to accept you too. Though it wasn't much of a problem as they got along with you quickly.

Weirdly when you started maturing, your back would constantly ache and you started sprouting Feathers from your shoulder blades while your horns increased in size.

Jake had you examined by the scientists there, And he was informed that this metamorphosis was a natural occurrence for your biology.

Overtime your wings grew larger in size and width, And soon you were soaring through the air in no time.

You taught yourself how to fly by mimicking mountain banshees and their wing patterns.

With these wings made you almost untouchable when wrestling with the others. Anytime Spider tried to catch you, You would immediately take to the air.

And when Lo'ak would try to tackle you, he would be sent back by the force of your wing.

If things couldn't get weirder you developed abilities. You could manipulate minor elements through your surroundings. And anytime you started using this ability golden light shimmered in your palms.

You usually used it to heal broken branches and in medicine with grandma mo'at, but you could never use too much of it, The consequences deadly they said. In truth they just didn't want you to draw attention.

These abilities started spiraling out of control after Tuktirys birth and didn't end there.

Anytime you felt Angry, Sad, Or Any heightened emotion the environment around began to change.

One time when you were in an argument with Lo'ak, You almost fractured his forearm when you sent him flying with a current of golden mist.

Because of this incident you were Forbidden to use any of your power at all, Not even a drop of it.

It was even proclaimed as dangerous, You were obviously upset about this, And didn't speak to your parents for a week

They were hurt by your silence but they knew they did what was best in their minds

Although Jake and Neytiri discouraged the idea of using your abilities, Mo'at encouraged you to embrace it.

You would create flowers and make undiscovered plant life bloom.

As days went by you became more of a mystery than before, but to them, Your Family, And you were a Sully & Sully's stick together.

Mha Aizawa x female wife reader

Reader has a quirk that is literally her just being a cat magnet. Reader finds out she’s pregnant and decide to tell Aizawa in the cutest way possible with cats.

Fluff plz

Could you add me to your HXH , mha , aot and BSD tag list plz

The Cat’s Out of the Bag

Warnings: none!

Word count: 3,104

A/N: this has got to be my favorite request I’ve gotten so far! I kind of went a little above and beyond the request but I think it turned out rly cute :)

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Posted: October 23rd 2021, 1:30 PM EST

Since you’re quirk had first developed when you were a child, it had been drawing things closer to you; cats, specifically. It had started as the stray you passed daily on your way to school following you home, everyday being shooed away by your parents and everyday returning. Eventually one cat turned to two, and two to two dozen. It got to the point where they would be littered outside your house simply waiting for you to step outside, some even working their way inside and happily curling up next to you.

After some time of this continuing and the number of cats growing, your parents had taken you to a quirk doctor who confirmed that it was in fact your quirk attracting all of them. Despite the slight frustration it caused you all had no other choice but to accept it and learn to live with it.

The cats, especially the ones that consistently appeared, became your best friends. Because they refused to separate from you, you spent most of your time with them and thus went through your everyday life with a feline friend by your side. They were a constant company and ensured that you were never alone, even as you went to sleep at night as they took the available spots on your bed and lulled you to sleep with gentle purring.

By then nearly everybody who knew you knew of your quirk. It was well known that wherever you went at least one cat would follow and if there was a random sighting of a cat - or more frequently multiple - in a place they didn’t belong, you were somewhere nearby. Despite how the cats provided you endless company, they isolated you as well. The other kids at school found them as a sort of annoyance and began avoiding you, even your best friends eventually fading away as your quirk persisted. You were alone, ostracized from everyone else; that is, until you met him.

With a book in hand you sat with your back against a tree, your hand every so often leaving the pages to stroke the head of one of the dozen or so cats around you. Many of them bathed in the late summer sun with faces of contentment, an occasional breeze rustling their fur as well as your hair. It’s relatively silent as you lose yourself in the imaginary world of your book - or it was silent until the gentle sound of footsteps caught your attention. You look up to find a cat rounding the corner of a nearby building and walking towards you, shortly followed by a boy. Upon further inspection as he neared closer you were able to make our his appearance. Long black hair obscured his face and despite his taller frame he hunched over, you assumed to look at the cat he tailed behind. He appeared about your age and is adorned in a uniform; not one from your school but one you oddly recognized.

Eventually he worked his way up the hill you sat atop, his eyes widening upon seeing the crowd of cats the other had led him towards. You can’t help the small laugh that passes your lips, the boy finally seeming to realize you’re there as his eyes meet yours.

“Sorry about all the cats.” You say, watching as he takes in the sheer number of them.

“I was just trying to get the one I was following…” He says, “Why are they all right here?”

He kneels in front of the cat he had followed, a tortoiseshell kitten with a half missing ear, and scoops it into his arms with a small smile. You smile as well as an older gray cat nudges your hand, forcing you to put down your book to pet it.

“They just like me.” You reply, “You could say I’m a cat magnet.”

He hums as he moves to sit on the grass a few feet away from you, the kitten in his arms now playing with the loose strands of black hair that fell past his shoulders.

“Do you like cats?” You ask, though the answer already seemed obvious.

“Yes. It looks like you do, too.”

You breathe a small laugh, the boy giving one as well.

“I’m Y/n, and you?”

“Aizawa. Shouta.”

“Nice to meet you, Aizawa.”

After a few minutes you expected him to walk away, to return to where ever he had come from and that would be the first and last time you met, but as more time passed he stayed. You looked at him curiously and noticed he had taken out a laptop from his school bag and begun silently working. After staring for a few moments you returned to your book, both of you silently sitting in each other’s presence.

It became a daily occurrence for Aizawa to show up after following a cat to you, the two of you sitting under the same tree and either working or simply sitting together with the plethora of cats around you. Overtime the distance between you closed, going from Aizawa sitting a few feet away to a foot to a few inches until you eventually sat shoulder to shoulder. The closer he sat the closer the two of you became, small, short conversations turning to long and animated ones filled with laughter and light banter. Despite how your quirk had once isolated you, it had led you to, or more specifically led to you, the person who became your best friend.

“You know, your uniform looks really familiar.” You start, looking at Aizawa out of the corner of your eye before returning your gaze to the sky.

The two of you lay beside each other under the tree, peering through the bare branches at the pure blue sky above. Despite the cold chill of midwinter and the snow that blanketed the ground you lay on you both remained outside and so did the cats that cuddled close to your sides for warmth; much like you did with each other.

“I think all of Japan would know it.” Aizawa replies, moving his arm under his head as the tortoiseshell kitten curls up on his stomach.

“Oh really?” You laugh sarcastically, “What school do you go to then that’s so famous?”

“U.A.”

You pause for a moment before propping yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him with a look of disbelief.

“Are you joking?” You ask to which he shakes his head.

“I just started my second year.” He says nonchalantly, “You seriously didn’t know until now?”

“How would I know if you didn’t tell me? But seriously, you? In U.A.?”

“Is it that hard to believe?”

“I’m not saying it like that.” You say while gently shoving his arm. “It’s just surprising that you’re training to be a hero; it’s cool. What’s your quirk?”

He explains his quirk and how it works all while you stare at him in amazement, Aizawa occasionally making eye contact though quickly looking back away.

“That’s so cool!” You exclaim when he’s done, “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

He shrugs. “It’s never been brought up. I like your quirk better, anyway.”

“Trust me, you wouldn’t want my quirk.” You sigh while lying back down, “Everyone else thinks it’s annoying.”

“I don’t.” He replies, “I like it, all the cats.”

“You only hang out with me for the cats, huh?” You joke to which he rolls his eyes.

“I like the cats, but I like your quirk because it’s what brought me to you.” He says, voice quieter this time though tone softer and more serious.

“Aizawa…”

“Sorry.”

You blink in surprise for a moment before turning your head to face him.

“Don’t be.” You say quietly. Aizawa turns to face you as well, your faces a mere inches apart from each other’s. A rosy color tinted both of your cheeks that you hoped you could play off as the cold weather, your eyes meeting and refusing to look away despite the part of you that urged you to for the sake of your own embarrassment.

“I like you.” You whisper, catching yourself by surprise as the words pass your lips. Aizawas eyes widen in seemingly shock before he smiles, a small puff of air emitting from him made visible by the cold.

“I-“ He starts, though is cut off by the kitten letting out a loud mewl and plopping itself down in the space between you. Both of your laughter breaks through the silent air as some of the previous tension is lifted, the fluttering of your heart the only notion of what had taken place before.

-

After Aizawas hero debut, despite how quiet it had been in order to keep himself more hidden from villains knowledge and his despise of the press, you had made it your job to congratulate him. He had worked as a sidekick at a smaller agency for a few years before this debut which, in your opinion at least, made it only that much more exciting.

A smile tugs at your lips as you hear the door to your shared apartment open and close shortly followed by heavy footsteps that made their way towards you. As Aizawa rounded the corner into the kitchen you stepped out from behind the wall you hid behind and pulled the string to the confetti popper in your hand, laughing slightly at the slight shock on his face.

“Congrats!” You exclaim as confetti fell to litter both of your hair.

Aizawa looked to you before looking around the room, a banner reading “Congratulations Eraserhead!” Strung across the middle of the ceiling the first he sees before the small cake on the counter and floor now coated in colorful confetti. The cat you had taken in as your own, the tortoiseshell with the half missing ear, adorned a small white scarf and makeshift yellow eye covers like the ones Aizawa used and it meowed at him as if to say it’s own congratulations. Aizawa smiles while taking off his own scarf and eye covers before setting them on the counter.

“Thank you.” He says with a small, genuine smile.

You return it with a wide, adoration filled grin. “Of course! You deserve it, I know you’ll make a great hero, Shouta.”

He doesn’t reply, only steps closer and pulls you into a hug and rests his chin atop your head. You happily accept it and wrap your arms around his torso, giving him a small squeeze as you let your eyes slip shut. To you, this was the most comforting place you could be; wrapped up in each other’s arms and letting the rest of the world slip away until it was just you and him left. This is where you belong. This is all you needed.

After a few minutes Aizawa pulls away slightly to face you, his expression softer than usual as it settles on your face. You keep your smile but draw your brow together, one of your hands coming up to rest against his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask with a slight tilt of your head.

“Because.” Is all he answers.

“Well come on, we have to eat the cake before it dries up.” You say, pulling away and walking towards the counter. You’re stopped, however, by Aizawa reaching out to hold your hand, preventing you from walking away. You turn back around and look between your hands and him, giving him a confused look as his grip persists.

“Shouta? What’s-“

“Do you want to get married?” He asks, cutting you short and effectively making you fall silent. Your mind runs blank as you try to process what he said, part of you not believing it as your mouth opens and closes trying to find something to say.

“Are you- did you mean- I…” You stutter, trying and failing to somehow reply to the sudden question. Your eyes met his, kind and waiting laced with nervousness and anticipation as he waits for your answer. His thumb brushes over the top of your hand where they still joined in the space between you, drawing your attention there before your eyes trail up his arm and back to his face. In that moment it all seemed to click and you smiled, fully turning so you now stood in front of him.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

He flashes you one of his rare toothy smiles before pulling you back in by the hand, a laugh escaping you before it’s cut short by him placing his lips on yours. You melt into the kiss and smile slightly as the stubble on his face scratches yours, Aizawas hand gently cupping the side of your face as yours rests on his shoulder.

“I don’t have a ring.” He says as he pulls away, “That was a spur of the moment thing.”

You laugh softly, “It’s okay, it’s perfect the way it is.”

-

A nervous breath escapes you as you twist the golden band on your finger, your cat happily tucked against your body as you carried it through the halls of U.A. Highschool. As you made it to the hallway holding classroom 1-A you set down the feline in front of you, crouching so you were now about level. You let out a small sigh as you stroke its head, a small smile crossing your face as it purrs.

“Remember, all you have to do is walk up to him, okay?” You say quietly, making sure you couldn’t be heard through any of the open doors. You rolled up a piece of paper and tied it together with a small ribbon before looping it through the cats collar, tying it in a small bow before double checking it’s secure.

“Are you excited, too?” You ask, breathing a laugh as the cat meows. “I hope he is.”

After taking a moment to collect yourself you stand up again, looking down at the tortoiseshell cat and gently nudging it with the side of your leg. It seems to get the hint and happily strolls down the hall with you following behind up until you make it to the classroom door. You stay out of sight though the cat continues, letting out a meow as it spots Aizawa at his desk.

“Hm? How did you get here?” Aizawa asks, swiveling his chair around as the familiar cat approaches him.

As soon as it’s close enough he picks it up and sets it in his lap, smiling slightly as it nudges his hand for a pet.

“Did you come to visit me at work?” He asks, “Why would you leave Y/n… what’s this?”

He reaches out to the small scroll on the cats collar, his brow drawing together as he pulls the end of the ribbon and releases it from the collar. Though confused he proceeds with untying the ribbon and unrolling the paper it held.

“This new baby doesn’t have fur…?” He reads aloud, “Did Y/n find a hairless cat?”

You laugh silently to yourself as you wait for him to unravel the rest of your message, anticipation making you antsy as you peak around the door.

The note was now fully visible as Aizawa holds the top and bottom apart, his expression still displaying confusion as he scans over the black and white picture.

“An ultrasound…?” He says, pausing as he realizes what he said. His eyes widen in surprise as he reevaluates the picture that held the undeniable shape of a baby. “An ultrasound.”

You step into the doorway and smile as Aizawas eyes meet yours, glancing between you and the ultrasound in his hands.

“Surprise.” You say, trying to hide your nervousness behind a smile.

You walk closer until you’re standing a foot away from his chair, fingers still twirling your wedding ring as you wait for him to say something.

“This is yours?” He asks and you nod. “You’re pregnant?” Another nod. “This is our baby?”

“Mhm.” You hum, still trying to figure out how he felt as his tone, as well as his expression, had been next to emotionless.

After a few seconds of staring at the ultrasound he sets it on his desk before lifting the cat in his lap and gently placing it on the floor, wordlessly rising to his feet. He blinked a few seconds before pulling you into an abrupt hug, his grip tighter than usual as he buries his face in your shoulder. You lace your fingers through his hair while your other arm goes around his back, slightly reluctantly as you try to decipher his reaction.

“Are you mad?” You ask nervously, feeling as if a weight is lifted off your shoulders when you feel him shake his head.

“It’s just…” He starts, his sentence trailing off as he seems at a loss for words. “A baby. Our baby.”

You laugh slightly, your fingers combing through his hair as you feel a wave of joy wash over you.

“Yes, it is.” You reply, “So I take it you’re happy about this?”

“Of course I am.” He says as he pulls back just enough to be able to face you. “I love you.”

He leans in for a short-lived kiss that’s broken apart by both of your wide smiles, the two of you opting for letting your foreheads rest against each other’s instead. One of Aizawas hands leaves it’s spot where it rested on the small of your back and trailed towards the front of your body before cautiously resting on your lower stomach.

Aizawa looks up temporarily to look over your shoulder, breathing a laugh through his nose at what he sees.

“Looks like they’re excited, too.” He comments, directing your attention to the cats that trot into the room before looping around your feet.

A laugh escapes your lips as you turn to look down at them, your head resting on Aizawas chest as well as your hand as his hand lays on your shoulder. A warm feeling blossoms in your chest and settles in your stomach where your baby was growing, a strong sense of family surrounding you and enveloping the room in comfort. This, you believed, was the perfect moment which you owed all to your quirk and the cat you silently thanked as it pawed at Aizawas arm from its spot on the desk.

“You know, between all the cats, the students, and now this, I’m starting to think I have too many kids.” Aizawa says.

You laugh, “I think there’s room for one more. And maybe one more cat.”

My masterlist

Masterlist

❤️ = NSFW

Questions & Answers

How would a yautja react to their human secretly drawing them?

How would a young blood react to ancestral humans tattooing each other with bones?

Can a yautja give oral on male and female genitalia? ❤️

How would a yautja react to a human/xenomorph hybird?

Yautja’s reaction to stepping on legos?

How would a yautja react to seeing a moose?

How would a yautja react to their human cracking/popping their bones?

Yautja’s reaction to being called mommy/daddy? ❤️

Thought’s on predator vision?

What would a yautja’s reaction be to have a human deity S/O?

What would it look like on yautja prime?

How would a yautja react to a fire dancer?

Where did the term “Yautja” come from?

How would a yautja react to mate getting chestbursted and surviving?

How possible is it for a yautja to give oral? ❤️

Would female yautja enjoy pegging her S/O? ❤️

Male yautja during mating season?

Scenarios/Imagines

Reader randomly touches his dreads

Your pred trying to make you breakfast but failing miserably

Your yautja comforting you after a fight

Yautja x trans!male reader ❤️

Your yautja’s reaction to your hand becoming dry and crusty during winter

Your yautja experiencing a crippling defeat, yet you don’t leave him for another

Exploring the depth of the word “love” with your yautja

Singing to a baby yautja

Play fighting with the yautja pups (cuteness overload)

Prompt: “Absence”

Prompt: “Alone” (Celtic x reader)

Prompt: “Star” (Wolf x reader)

Prompts: “Rain” (Ultimate x reader)

Prompt: “Betrayed” (Ultimate x reader)

Prompt: “Smoke” (Wolf x reader)

Headcanons

Yautja with a transgender (FTM) S/O ❤️

Being pregnant with a yautja pup

General Wolf Headcanons and Wolf with a human S/O (Wolf x reader)

Female yautja with a ballerina S/O who is slowly losing their sight

Yautja with vampire or human-eating demon S/O

Yautja with an S/O who works in the morgue

Yautja with a female professional mermaid S/O

Yautja with a S/O that has CIP (congenital insensitivity to pain)

Ship Request

Anonymous: Falconer predator

Anonymous: Fugitive predator

Anonymous: Tracker predator

Anonymous: Greyback predator

Non-Anonymous: Celtic predator

Non-Anonymous: Wolf predator

Non-Anonymous: Scar predator

OC Writing

For @himbo-in-limbo; Artisan (OC) X Wolf (Yautja) ficlet: “Paintings of Gold” (coming soon)

Events

Halloween 2021: Yautja and their (real) witch S/O

Not So Berry Legacy Challenge

Do you like the rainbow? Do you like the idea of playing with berry Sims but hate berry Sims? Do you want to mess around with aspects of the game you’ve never used before? Boy, do I have the challenge for you!

Welcome to the Not So Berry Legacy Challenge, a ten generation legacy with a focus on bright colors and new experiences.

Basic Rules:

Each heir must represent the color of the generation (i.e. hair, makeup, clothing), but brightly colored skin is not necessary (these aren’t actually berry Sims, that’s the joke). Of course, this is optional but a big portion of the fun.

The colors of the spouses don’t matter as they aren’t part of the challenge. Unless otherwise stated you can do whatever you please with them.

Money cheats can be used, but not excessively. Suggestion: use freerealestate for your first home, but no cheats afterward.

You may live wherever you please unless something is specified in the rules of a generation.

Every generation is supposed to complete both the career and aspiration of the heir unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Keep the lifespan on normal.

If you play this challenge and want to share it with us, go ahead and post with #notsoberry so we can see!

My good friend @alwaysimming​ and I kind of created this challenge on accident, but I think it turned out pretty great. We wanted to make something that forced us to play with parts of the game we’ve never explored before. Hopefully you’ll have fun too. You can follow our gameplay on @mintiphresh​ and @lea-fey​ (pronounced “minty fresh” and “leafy”)!

Keep reading

𝓐𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓻: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓪𝔂 𝓞𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷/𝓡𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻

Keys

🦢=Fluff

☆= Platonic

⚰ = Angst or any dark themes

♡= Smut

𝓞𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪𝔂𝓪 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓷

𝓗𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂 (N.S.) 🦢,  ☆ 

𝓢𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂𝓼 𝓢𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓣𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻   ⚰,  🦢

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 (L.S.)  ⚰, 🦢

𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓶𝓮 “𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓼”,  ​𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝔂  𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼 (N.S.)  ⚰,  🦢

𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓴𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓷

𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓟𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 (A)  ⚰,  🦢

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓤𝓼  (T,R)  🦢 

𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓮   ⚰,  ☆,  🦢

𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 (A) 🦢

𝓗𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂 (T)  🦢

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓛𝓸'𝓪𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝔂𝓪 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷 🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓚𝓲𝓻𝓲 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷 ☆, 🦢

𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗'𝖘 𝕭𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑𝖊  ⚰

𝓝𝓮𝓽𝓮𝔂𝓪𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓘  🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓱 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪  𝓟𝓽 𝓘𝓘  ⚰,☆, 🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱: 𝓝𝓮𝓽𝓮𝔂𝓪𝓶, 𝓛𝓸'𝓪𝓴, 𝓐𝓸'𝓷𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓡𝓸𝓽𝔁𝓸.  🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷 𝓐𝓽𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝔂 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓴𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓪 ☆, 🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓚𝓻𝔂𝓹𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓭𝓸𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓙𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓝𝓮𝔂𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓲   ⚰, ☆, 🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓐𝔀𝓪'𝓪𝓽𝓵𝓾  ☆, 🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂𝓼  ⚰,☆, 🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓯𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓼 ⚰,☆, 🦢

𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓸𝔁𝓲𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓙𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓝𝓮𝔂𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓲  ⚰,☆, 🦢

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱: 𝓝𝓮𝓽𝓮𝔂𝓪𝓶, 𝓛𝓸'𝓪𝓴, 𝓐𝓸'𝓷𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓡𝓸𝓽𝔁𝓸.  🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓶𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂𝓼 ☆, 🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓣𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓾𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓙𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓝𝓮𝔂𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓲  🦢

Shitpost pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6, pt7

𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵

𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵, 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮?,  𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓮𝓼 , 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 ,𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮? ,𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱,𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓑𝓮 𝓞𝓴𝓪𝔂 , 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓤𝓼 𝓐𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽, 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 (N.S.) 🦢,  ⚰

𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕬𝖘𝖍 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙  ⚰,  🦢

𝕬 𝕭𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊, 𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕭𝖎𝖒𝖇𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕬 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙  ⚰,  🦢

Code Red!

Masurao, now a recent mother, is still on treatment on the Normandy with @crispy-ghee ‘s crew, and while everyone is instructed to give mom and pup a WIDE berth, people tend to believe there’s more wiggle room than there really is. When Baran-de squirms out of mom’s sight and gets into things he shouldn’t, a crewmember yanks the pup away, causing him to cry out in pain. Maternal instincts kick in HARD and Masurao goes on a rampage in the ship to get her pup back, targeting anyone she sees as a threat.