Kitty-zawa - Aizawa X M!Reader

Kitty-zawa - Aizawa x M!Reader

Summary: Aizawa gets hit with a quirk that would turn someone into something they want, so he gets turned into a cat and you take care of him

Knocks at your apartment door have you groaning in annoyance, your head tilted back on the couch’s backrest.

Walking over to the door and opening it with your head to the ground, “I swear to God, if you forgot your keys aga- I’m done with this shit.” 

A deadpan look is expressed on your face as Todoroki, Asui and Deku are at your front door, the green haired boy holding a black cat.

“Hello, Mr. Aizawa.”

“Hello, Midoriya. Tsuyu, Shoto.” You nod at the other two teenagers, who nod back in return. “I have told you, Midoriya, first name for me. And may I ask why you are holding a cat?”

“Uh, well- I- we-”

“Aizawa got hit with a quirk that made him turn into an animal, in this case, a cat. We also bought some things for him” Asui had said for Deku, him thanking his froggy friend. Todoroki hands you the bag full of limited supplies.

You take your husband from Deku’s hands to have the furry head rest against your chest. “Thank you for bringing him home.”

The three nod before leaving the hallway and out of sight as you shut the door. 

Extending your arms out, Aizawa’s body dangles in front of you. 

Everything seems normal except for his head. He still has his face, tired looks, and black, crazed hair, but with the ears on top of his head.

“I have a feeling this is going to last until tomorrow.”

“Meow.”

Giggling, you bring his body towards you to press a kiss to the top of his head.

Resting him in the crook of an arm, you walk to the kitchen to grab the bowl of noodles and back to where you were previously sitting.

From time to time, you’d give some noodles to Aizawa, but most of the time, he’d have his body up against your leg.

Hours after from eating and growing tired, you leave the bowl on the table in front of you whilst waking your husband’s small body up from his sleep.

“Come on, Aizawa, let’s go to the actual bed.”

Getting up and walking to your room, small thuds and footsteps are heard from behind.

You close the bedroom door once he came into the room and hopped onto the bed, his body rested on top of his pillow.

He watches get changed into comfier clothes and putting your phone on charge.

Slipping underneath the covers, you turn onto your side to be eye to eye with the cat.

“You staring is being creepy.” A small bump against your nose has you smile a bit. “Go back to sleep.”

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Groaning at the sunlight creeping through the small gap through the curtains and onto your face, you blink the tiredness away.

You try to turn to your side, but a weight has you being stuck onto your back.

Glancing down, you see a mop of black hair rested on your chest. You begin to run your hands through the strands.

At least he’s actually sleeping.

Wait.

“Are you naked?”

“No.”

You hold the back of his neck, him groaning in response. “I know when you are lying.” You raise the sheets with your free hand to see that he is, indeed, naked.

“Put the blanket back on. And since when do you have a problem with me being naked?”

“I am not going to answer. And you have to get up to get ready for school.” 

“You do, too.”

“I can’t if you’re on top of me.”

With a hum, he sits on the edge of his side of the bed, the sheets around his waist. You shuffle to sit behind up, cheek pressed against his shoulder.

“You’re cute when you’re extra cuddly, Aizawa.”

“Shut up.”

Hey! Could u write one where sammy's boyfriend is feeling insecure cuz sam's exes are stunning girls and he is just a shy chubby boy🥺? Thank you 🥺

Hey, of course I can write this! And you’re welcome

Sam’s Insecure Boy

Lying in bed, you have the blankets pulled up to your face, covering your nose and mouth. Sam is leaning against the backrest reading a book. The both of you wearing nothing except your underwear.

“You okay, baby?” He rests his free hand on your head as he still has his attention on his book.

“Hm.”

“What’s up?” He starts to play with your hair.

“Nothing.”

Sam sighs and settles his book on his nightstand, remembering his page. He moves his body to have it on his side facing you, his arm adjusting the blanket on his side. “Tell me.”

You move closer to his body, his arm wrapping around your waist to help you. Your face is pressed against his neck.

“Insecure.”

“What?” He smiles, knowing what you said.

Repeating what you said, “What? I still didn’t hear you.”

You move your face back a bit to say it again for the last time.

“Oh, okay. I don’t understand how. I love you just the way you are, honey.” He moves your body onto your back to have his on top of yours.

“Your exes were stunning girls, and I’m just a shy, tubby guy.”

“At least you’re my shy, tubby guy,” he nuzzles his nose against yours. The little comment has your cheeks tinted pink. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you say back before his lips are connected to yours.

Kissing down your body, he blows a raspberry to your stomach, giggles escaping from you.

“Sam, stop!” You push at his head with a smile on your face. Doing so, he rests his head on your stomach, relaxing to the rises to it.

I feel like dean is the type to say “I adore you” more than “I love you”

I agree. Like from what I remember, he hardly says 'I love you' to anyone. And if he gets himself a partner, he'll show his love rather than saying it

Ok so I changed my name (again) cos I believe that I didn't really like the-cringey-writer. I may change my name from time to time to make myself comfortable on here. If you don't like me changing my name all the time, bugger off (and I mean that in the nicest way possible).

Daryl, Negan and it's either Abraham, Glenn, Ezekiel, Michonne, Gabriel, Tara, Rick or Jesus

Into The Button-Eyed World: Welcome to Our New Home

Summary: Deciding to move out of the bunker and into the Pink Palace since the hunts are now over, the three of you do not know about the movie Coraline as the house is straight out of the movie. You’re the one that goes through the door and experience the button eyed world.

Pairings: Dean x Reader x Sam Word Count: 1207 Into The Button-Eyed World Masterlist Warnings: None

A/N: Have fun and feedback would be appreaciated A/N 2: I’ll repost the masterlist once all the chapters are finished A/N 3: Tags are open

Sitting in the back of the Impala, you watch the trees zoom past. Your boyfriends’ voices are trailed out, only the wind rushing past the vehicle is what your ears are only concentrated on.

“Why are they taking so slow?!” Dean’s voice gets your full hearing attention.

“Maybe they don’t want to lose anything out of the truck if they go over a bump. Looks like from here that it doesn’t look so secure.” Sam shifts in his seat, looking at the bottom of the truck’s latch, watching it hit against the truck several times.

Dean sighs, leaning over Sam to look out his window to see no cars coming, but the house in view.

Doing a swerve around the larger vehicle, the driver honks at Dean.

“Dean,” you sigh out his name. 

“What? They were taking forever,” he shrugs.

Once closing in to the house, you take a quick glance at the sign; Pink Palace apartments. 

A big bellied man is spotted on the top of the roof, himself getting a fright and swearing at Dean in a foreign language as your boyfriend had honked the horn a couple times. The man walks down the roof and disappears somewhere behind it.

After some time, boxes are scattered all over the place inside the area in the house you’re in and some boxes out on the deck.

Sam gives a man with a beard and glasses a tip before him and his workmate sit back in the truck and drive away, leaving the brothers and you with the apartment.

After hours of putting things away, you decide to have a break. Standing up and moaning at the pops move through your back, the feeling of the release of your muscles popping has you sighing in relief.

You grab your jacket and slip your arms through the sleeves.

“Hey!” Footsteps jog after you with hands resting around your hips. They turn you around to be face to face with your green-eyed boyfriend. 

“Don’t be too late!” Sam yells out. You wave an arm over Dean’s shoulder, expecting your tall boyfriend to see it.

You press your lips to Dean’s. “I’m just going out for a walk,” you mumbled against his lips. He hums in response, returning the kiss.

Separating from the kiss, you trot the stairs and walk towards a bush next to a gate, sticking an arm into the bush and rummaging through it to find a random stick. Wrapping a hand around one, you twist and pull at it, finally getting it after a few seconds.

Strolling through the colourless garden, you pull at the leaves, letting them trail behind you, along with a cat following you, too.

After a little bit of time, you stop on the bumpy trail as some pebbles and small rocks had made you stop. You take a glance up at the boulders sitting upon the hill.

“Hello? Is someone there?” you call out, waiting for an answer. Getting a little impatient, you grab one of the fallen rocks and throw it up to have it behind the boulders.

A screech makes your heart fasten, and your feet running the rest of the trail becomes your instinct. 

Slowing down at a clearing, your chest is slightly heaving for air.

The cat perches itself onto a stump of a tree and does a loud mini roar/meow. Your body jumps at the yell, turning to see the skinny animal.

“You scared the hell out of me, you Gollum. I’m just taking a walk until you decide to follow me. What do you want?” 

The wind and the rustles of the trees fill the silence.

It was then broken by a horn blaring, getting your attention to someone on a bike and has a welding mask with a skeleton painted on.

Out of instinct, you had placed your hand on where your gun would usually be - tucked behind the waistline of your pants. “Shit,” you mumble, remembering you had left your gun at the house.

The bike drives towards you, your body moving to the ground.

Mud covers a side of your body.

The person stands on the stump to what seems like they’re zooming in on you.

Taking their mask off, it shows the face of a brown-eyed, tanned male. He plays with the stick that was in your hand, rambling on about something.

He gets cut off as you had hit his leg, him yelping and holding onto his leg. He had immediately let go of the stick, you catching it.

“I don’t like being stalked. Not by psychos or their cats!” On que of the word ‘cat’, the said animal is sitting next to the male’s legs. Yours and the cat’s head are tilted, keeping each others’ eye contact alive.

“He’s not exactly my cat. He isn’t anyone’s, he’s a wild. I do like to feed him and he’d bring me dead things.” The cat receives some scratches and pats, purring at the touches.

Remembering some of the rambles he had said earlier, you say, “I’m from Lebanon.”

“Huh?”

“Kansas. And if there is a well, where is it?” You stomp your foot and your hands planted on your hips.

“You stomp too hard and you’ll fall in.”

Looking down, you see a circle of mushrooms and immediately stepping off the wobbling mud.

The man steps off the stump to move the mud out of the way. “See?” He knocks on the wood, the noise echoing down. He grabs a stick to perch the circled wood away. “If you go down and then look up, you’ll be able to see a sky full of stars in the middle of the day.”

“Huh.” You play with the mud with the toe of your shoes.

“I’m surprised that you were able to move into the Pink Palace. My grandma owns the place and said she wouldn’t really let people move in.”

“Why?”

“I’m not supposed to say.”

Then why did you say it in the first place?

“I’m Wybie, Wybie Lovat.” He has his hand stretched out, waiting for a shake. Doing so, you feel the mud on his gloves.

“Wybie?” You both retreat your hands, yours wiping against your jacket.

“Wasn’t my idea, of course. It’s short for Wyborn or something.”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“(Y/N), what?”

“(L/N), (Y/N) (L/N).”

With him continuing to ramble on and petting the cat, you hear an old voice call out his voice and a bell ringing in the distance. “I think someone was calling for you, Wyborn.”

“What?” The cat falls to his side as Wybie stands up, saying that he didn’t hear it. 

“Oh, someone was, Why-Were-You-Born.”

The voice and bell call out once again, Wybie clearly hearing it. “Grandma,” he mumbles to himself. He chuckles nervously, picking his helmet and bike up. “Well, it was nice to meet a Kansas, but I’ll wear gloves next time.” He wiggles his fingers before sitting on the bike.

“Why?”

“That stick of yours,” he points at the small tree branch in your hand, “it’s poison oak.”

Immediately, it is thrown to the ground.

Blowing a raspberry at him leaving, you watch the cat look at you with big eyes before running off.