Hi Hi :)) Can I Request Erasermic X Reader (platonic) Hurt/comfort When The Readers Bio Parents Die?

Hi hi :)) can I request Erasermic x reader (platonic) hurt/comfort when the readers’ bio parents die? A little lore for this ask but you don’t have to include this- basically readers mom was a vigilante and villains wanted to get revenge on her, so reader was taken in by UA to keep her safe and she ended up joining class 1-A. Fem! Reader pls Thank you so much <33

Hi hi! <3

Of course I can! I poured every bit of talent I could scrape outta my system for this one lol cus I wanted it to be good omnskdn

Lemme know if you want a part 2! I have loads of ideas for this!

Y'all listen to Scott pilgrims fairy fountain theme slowed down for this please I promise you it just hits different in so many ways ah-

Also have I been calling present mic "president" mic before this fic? 💀💀

Masterlist <3

𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐢𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) - 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐞

Bright eyes wander over the ground below from a distance, stare unwavering and expression cold. The floor dances with the fall of each raindrop, concrete becoming an expanse of colour as the light from nearby streetlamps reflect off the water.

The world looks so untouched from here, stories above ground at the height of UA's rooftop. Noone's around in this kind of flooding rainfall, and kids and parents alike take cover from the raging storm from above. It's a magical sight.

The only drop of colour radiates from the dancing reflections of the floor, like a TV gone static. The sky is clouded and there's no sight of sunlight, casting a gloomy blanket over the skyscrapers that try so desperately to touch it.

It's at this point where you lose a sense of yourself, drenched in rain down to the bone, hair flattened and clinging to your forehead. It feels so good to feel so raw like this, each raindrop stinging your skin as it hits you, grounding you in a way that nothing else ever could. Grief weighs on your chest like an asthma attack, restricting your breath through the lump in your throat. You're can't even distinguis between the rain and the tears that you assume are still falling.

It wasn't raining when you had first sat down here, and although the sky was clouding and the atmosphere was heavy from an oncoming storm, you didn't really mind either way. You would guess it's the perk of having a water reliant quirk. Sitting in the rain brings you relief that eases something deep inside, and you find yourself drawn to it like a month to flame.

You needed something to use as a crutch, and the rain was a good enough substitute for you. It would make a good enough substitute for the embrace you'll never get from your parents again. The thought has another strained sob wrenching itself from your chest. The corners of your mouth pull into a half-frown, like you're trying to avoid fully breaking down. Or like you're afraid of what might happen if you did. Your front teeth worry at your bitten up bottom lip, trying to keep any other involuntary cries stuck in your throat so they can die there.

You'd gone past the apathy of denial a few days ago, but at this point, you can deny no longer the fact that they're gone.

Now, you have nothing.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the hinges of the rooftop door creaking loudly, no doubt rusting from the heavy rain over the years. You don't even turn your head.

"__...?"

Aizawa sees no movement from you. It's not like he was expecting you to be bouncing off the walls, anyway.

"Come on, it's time to go."

His tone is grave, heavy with the weight of your parents on his mind. President mic stands a few feet behind him, eyes filled with remorse at the sight of you like this. You're almost catatonic, stricken with heartbreak. Noone's ever seen you so lifeless before. Not even the most intense depressive episodes have left you like this.

Aizawa leaves the shelter of the doorway without an ounce of hesitation, the black of his clothes saturating with the onslaught of heavy rain, which soaks into the shoulders at first, and then hits him from the from with a change in the wind.

From the corner of your vision, you see a hand reaching out to you, willing to pull you from the depths of despair and into a state of recovery. Your chewed up bottom lip wobbles for a second as you take the hand blindly, and suddenly you're enveloped in your sensei's warm embrace. It's so sudden, and it's just the comfort you needed to let go of your inhibitions, warm tears bonding with the streaks of cold rain that travel down the planes of your face.

"I didn't- I didn't think it would end like this! Is it all my fault?! 'Cause whatever I've done- I- I promise-... It wasn't supposed to end like this!"

Aizawa is no stranger to comforting those going through the loss of a loved one, though he never thought he would have to deliver such a harsh truth to his own student. It reopens a few old wounds, but it's not something he's worried about right now when you're in this state.

"I promise, there was nothing you could've done. You were put here to avoid you possibly suffering the same fate as your parents. They wanted you safe."

As much as you wish it wasn't true, you know it is. There's nothing you can do now. Was everything supposed to feel so hopeless and empty when you're training to be one of the strongest heroes there is? Shouldn't it be the opposite?

You can't stop yourself from crying into Aizawa's chest while he guides you back inside, careful not to have you slipping over. Neither teacher say anything as you descend the school stairwell after hours, and you're left with a comforting silence that's much less desolate than before.

I just realised that I turned the asks off 💀

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Heads up! Requests will be CLOSED from October the 1st-31st!

They will open back up again on the 1st of November! You have 5 days to submit a request until then :)

This is for me to get all of my requests done in one month and knock down the wait time to like a week instead of like 20 years 💀

In the meantime I will be uploading a short, smutty drabble per day to keep y'all fed during the kinktober event, so at least y'all won't be frothing at the mouth for content come November 😭 Have a great day y'all and take care of yourselves! <3

May I request Giyuu and his s/o having a meal after finishing a mission together? I love the food as metaphor for love trope.

Of course you may! I actually studied up on how to narrate food as a metaphor for love with the dishes getting more complicated and sweeter to reflect the love for Giyuu and symbolise reader giving her skill and time and effort to Giyuu , and when he gets invited over the food becomes known as something only he and the ones closest to her can can have jskdknfjjd I acc worked hard on this pls I hope you like it lol

Masterlist <3

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

You get up earlier than Giyuu does in the morning, in your own part of the butterfly estate to make you both a meal to start off your day before your mission. You have no clue if he's awake yet, but you're supposed to meet him at the front of the estate in a half hour.

You take the time to make pancakes for the man you fell in love with, taking extra care to make them as perfectly golden-brown as possible. Food has always been your language, so as you told the pancakes and place a couple of fruits into the little pots a delighted smile settles across your face. The breakfast for today is sweet, freshly made with love from the finest ingredients of the estate. As the sky adopts an orange, dusty pink hue and the sun comes out you pack your bag and put on your haori.

Your blush almost matches the pinkish hue of the horizon as you see your blue eyed friend, though he means much more to you than just that.

With a gentle smile, well manicured hands reach out to hand an unsuspecting demon slayer a pot of well made breakfast, and your heart soars at the feeling of providing him with a home made meal. You take special delight when you see usually stoic, apathetic eyes widen with surprise and confusion as he reaches to take the food, setting your stomach ablaze with his quiet thanks.

A young love blossoms between the two of you, entwining your fates together, and every time you provide him with a carefully made meal, each one usually more complicated than the last, he can't help but fall for you and your gentle, giving nature. He likes to show you respect and his own kind of love as he eats each meal no matter how full he is.

At the end of the day, when the mission is long finished and the report has been made and turned in, you insist that Giyuu come to the butterfly estate for you to cook for him, and of course he accepts.

You roast some sweet boar meat and season it generously, peeling some potatoes to make it a more filling meal. You boil the pot and keep an eye on the meat as you speak with Giyuu about the mission, and tell him how cool he looked when he got in the last hit on the demon. Wide, bright eyes sparkle at the memory as you praise him, not noticing when his cheeks tint a little and his lips perk into a small smile.

The two of you eat delicious, perfectly cooked steak in comfortable silence before Giyuu breaks it with a quiet question.

"Do you usually cook like this for people? Where did you learn?"

His curiosity counts as a win in your books, and you gently correct him before telling him about where you learned to cook, as well as what food means to you. Growing up, you'd lived in poverty, and sometimes have to go without food, and if you were given a lunch it was the most treasured gift you could get. Every time you would go on a hunt and find food for the family it was met with a hug and a kiss from each member, and the sight of happy, joyful faces on that of your parents and your younger siblings.

Since then, the delighted feeling of providing something so important and necessary has stuck with you, and gift giving, especially with food has become a natural habit ever since you could get your hands on the ingredients.

You explain all of this, and how the members of the estate have taught you every recipe they know.

"I only cook for you, Giyuu..."

The look on his face tells you that he wasn't expecting that answer, but he appreciated it more, an expression of pleasant surprise and adoration tugging at his brow.

He really is in love with you.

NNSKDJF IKR???? IM ACC SO EXCITED

Gonna get some requests don't tonight and push those out too but I think during October that I'm not going to post requests, and just focus on posting the kinktober, but I will be writing them still and they'll just stay in drafts! :))

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