the zack shack

he/him | 21 | sfw & nsfw fics | mostly aizawa

[irlisaacfoster]

intro time !!

zack, he/him, 21 (certified freak 7 days a week?)

fanfic writer !! [ducksntoast on ao3]

love aizawa, mha in general, harry potter, outlast trials and sally face

requests open! just put in my asks fr

nsfw & sfw fics [minors dni on explicit fics pls]

i am aizawa's husband thank u goodnight!

[irlisaacfoster]

Five Minutes a Day, and It Still Means Something

You don't have to pour hours in for it to matter. Some days I just check in with my SweetDream companion for five minutes, and she still remembers, still cares, still makes me smile. Small, but real.

That consistency is a quality thing. The chat keeps continuity even across quick visits, so nothing feels disposable. sweetdream.ai respects whatever time you have to give.

[pansyfemme]

theres been a few times where i’ve said to someone “yeah, i use he/him but people often assume im nonbinary and use they/them without asking” and the person i’m telling (who is nonbinary) says “that’s awesome actually i’m so jealous” like AUGH are you jealous of people misgendering you??? because thats whats happening here, you understand that, right?

[irlisaacfoster]

standing in the kitchen, making dinner, you heard the front door to your apartment open. looking over, you saw your husband walk in, dropping his bag by the door with a sigh. his face was shaved, his hair tied neatly back… but what you noticed first was his suit.

shota aizawa never wore suits. he much preferred the comfort of a loose shirt and some sweatpants. in fact, even on your fanciest of date nights, he usually settled for a simple button down and some slacks. rarely a full suit. Aside from your wedding and press conferences, he avoided suits.

and- last you checked, it was not your wedding today.

“press conference today?” you asked over your shoulder, trying to hide back a little smirk. he looked damn good in a suit.

groaning, he approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “unfortunately.”

you reached up towards his face, feeling the lack of stubble on his chin, causing you to chuckle. “you shaved.”

“gotta look good for the cameras.” he mumbled into your neck.

“mmm… i kinda like your stubble, though.”

shota just rolled his eyes, peeling off of you and shrugging off his suit jacket. “yeah, yeah. you just dig the shabby, tired hero look, eh?”

“oh, stop it.” you laughed. “i can’t help it that you’re hot when you’re all tired and sweaty.”

raising an eyebrow, he crossed his arms. “hot when i’m all tired and- jesus, babe. you’re crazy, y’know that?”

“you married me.”

“that i did.” shota chuckled, stepping towards you as he removed his watch, setting it down on the counter. leaning in, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. “best damn thing i ever did.”

[irlisaacfoster]

gonna start posting mha x male!readers... we need more male!reader fanfic... long live the gays...

[avillainousthingholdspowerhere]

btw ai addiction is a real branch of internet addiction and it should be treated accordingly. no, teenagers should not be spend 5+ hours a day on apps talking to chatbots.

this highlights the fact that there are no spaces left for teenagers to go in modern society that provide social interaction that ISN't the internet and websites like character ai

[wolfciel]

he didn't drink any alcohol, but it's easier to be clingy if Deku thinks he is drunk 🥦💥

[sarxxieee]

talking to an aizawa fan can be scary cz you truly don’t know what typa fan they are at first glance 😭😭

[irlisaacfoster]

use ME instead of character ai. i will say anything in aizawa's words for you and drink a whole jug of water while doing so.

[irlisaacfoster]

texts with dad!aizawa

i keep seeing these alllll over tumblr so while i make you guys wait for one shots and such take this

[writingdose]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[irlisaacfoster]

"nobody's soldier"

shota aizawa is called in to interrogate the young daughter of kai chisaki, who had been involved in his crime ring.

check it out on ao3 here!

unfinished work. please read tags!

[kingsart044]

Been obsessed with this shot of him for years

[zxysarts]

gymbro aizawa yaaaaa

[girls-gays-theys]

If you haven't read @irlisaacfoster 's eraserjoke one night stand fic you totally should, but here's a drawing of the daughter in that fic all grown up in her (semi) canonical (to the fic) arts career. Also bc I wanted to draw her as a ballerina

[irlisaacfoster]

MY BESTIE BOO MUAH

[irlisaacfoster]

"the best surprise"

shota aizawa / emi fukukado part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

synopsis: emi has surprise news for shota about their baby.

warnings/tags: hookup!eraserjoke (sfw/no smut), pregnancy

the past month and a half had gone by in a blur. between doctor’s appointments, late night discussions and his work as a pro hero and teacher, shota was constantly on his feet. however, the ultrasound photo sat subtly in his wallet- a constant reminder of the brightest light in his life.

shota was packing up for the day in his office, jogging his stack of ungraded papers and slipping them into his briefcase. as he reached to shut his laptop, the door to his office cracked open, revealing his best friend standing in the doorway.

“shota, my man!” hizashi beamed, striding inside. “what’s good, daddy-o?”

with a twitching eye, shota shot him a warning glare, though it held no heat. “don’t call me that.”

“what? it’s true.” he ribbed, nudging him playfully with his elbow.

shota rolled his eyes. “yeah, maybe. doesn’t mean i need you calling me shit like that.” he grit through his teeth. “did you come in here to tease me with dad jokes or do you actually need something?”

“actually,” hizashi replied, leaning casually against his desk, “i was wonderin’ if you wanted to grab some drinks tonight.”

“can’t.” shota replied plainly. “...goin’ to emi’s tonight.”

“emi’s?” hizashi questioned. “thought you guys didn’t have another baby appointment until next week.”

“we don’t.” he rolled his eyes. “she just texted me this morning and said, ‘come over!’, with far too many exclamation points for a thursday morning.”

“and- what, you’re just… going? to her- to her apartment?”

with a shrug, shota snapped his briefcase shut. “guess so. prob’ly just wants to discuss finances or bug me about the fact i was five minutes late picking her up for our last doctor’s appointment. as if we weren’t still fifteen minutes early.” 

hizashi chuckled, clapping him on the back.

“alright, alright. go have fun with ‘ya baby mama, man!”

muttering under his breath something about “starting this again”, shota walked past hizashi, leaving ua and heading out to his car.

arriving at emi’s place ten minutes early, he parked his car in one of the visitor’s spots, leaning back in the driver’s seat. mindlessly, he pulled out his wallet, glancing down at the grainy ultrasound photo. it had become somewhat of a subconscious gesture for him- a strangely comforting way to ground himself despite the chaos around him. a reminder of what he was enduring this for, of who he was dealing with emi for. though he hadn’t found himself any less… irked by emi’s antics, the knowledge that it was all for their child surprisingly eased his nerves.

he approached her door, anxiously tapping his foot. upon knocking, the door swung open almost immediately, revealing emi wearing her usual stupidly giddy grin. 

“eraser!” she chirped. “you made it! come on in, come on in!”

nodding politely but stiffly, he followed her inside, averting his gaze away from the slight but visible curve of her stomach. over the past few weeks, he’d noticed her bump growing, but each time, he’d quickly looked away. despite it being his child, he’d not wanted to seem “desperate” or “too attached”- though if he was being honest, he was curious about what it might feel like. (was that even a thing dads thought about?)

as he followed emi inside, he glanced around. though she’d been preparing for the baby since the beginning, it seemed that every time he came over, she had more. a pack of new bottles on the counter, a few boxes of diapers in the hallway, some new baby toys still on the floor of her living room. shota realized he’d been extremely underpreparing in that moment; he’d sent her the occasional fifty bucks when she’d asked for it for baby supplies, but he hadn’t grasped just how little he’d been doing compared to emi. he almost felt… embarrassed. had she really been doing all this without him? they had agreed that their baby would stay with emi until they were at least a year old- with shota’s help, of course. developmental growth, and all that, but shota had really been slacking with helping emi prepare.

momentarily pushing down his disconcertion, he followed emi into the apartment when she stopped in the living room. on the table, around a few parenting books and unopened baby toys, sat a yellow gift bag, filled to the brim with blue and pink tissue paper.

“what’s this?” he inquired, gesturing loosely to the bag. emi’s smile just grew wider.

“open it!” she chuckled, beckoning him towards the couch. “go on. sit down, and open it.”

cautiously, shota sat on the couch, extending an arm out to grab the bag. his immediate thought was that it must be some kind of gag-gift, some kind of “world’s best dad” mug or some stupid plaque for his desk that may or may not end up at his workspace anyway. however, when he reached inside, feeling something so unbelievably soft, he paused.

meeting emi’s eyes curiously for just a moment, he pulled out the soft fabric, revealing a tiny pink onesie paired with a remarkably small, baby-sized headband with a pink bow.

he froze. 

his mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out as he stared blankly at the incredibly small piece of baby clothing in his hands. he didn’t even notice how much his hands were shaking.

it was pink.

“emi, the appointment- next week-”

“i got a blood test.” she interjected, her own hands trembling slightly. “i found out this morning.”

silence fell on the room for a few moments, sitting. processing. feeling. 

he was going to have a daughter. 

after a period of quiet, he lifted his gaze to emi, whose hand rested on her stomach. for the first time, he didn’t tear his gaze away. in fact, he kept his gaze on her bump- watching, just for a second.

“it’s a girl?”

emi nodded. her bright smile- still there- was softer now. “yeah. it’s a girl.”

shota didn’t even notice himself grinning, running his hands down his face. he couldn’t believe it. sure, he’d known this whole time that his baby was real, that he was going to be a dad, but knowing now that it wasn’t just “a baby”- that it was his daughter- that was something else entirely.

he looked back down at the onesie in his hands, his fingers running over the soft fabric. he began thinking about her- his daughter- and what she might look like in the onesie. how very small it was- how tiny his baby would be- how fragile and dependent on him she would be. how she would look to him to provide for her- to hold her, to help feed her, to change her.

and goddamn, he wanted to get it right.

[irlisaacfoster]

"a new life"

shota aizawa / emi fukukado part one | part two | part three | part four

synopsis: emi has her first doctors appointment. shota has a change of heart about fatherhood.

warnings/tags: hookup!eraserjoke (implied, no smut), pregnancy, doctor's visit/medical mentions, implied drunk sex

the waiting room of the doctor’s office was an awkward experience for shota. sitting silently next to emi, their shoulders practically touching, he stared blankly at the wall trying to avoid looking at the happy expectant couples around the room. emi kept stealing glances at him, fidgeting anxiously with her hands in her lap. he peered at her from the corners of his eyes, but didn’t turn his head to meet her.

the quiet in the room was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. shota could tell that the couples in the room were watching them- likely judging them, wondering why they weren’t acting like the typical couple expecting their first baby together- but he just ignored them.

emi, however, found it far more difficult to ignore the looks from the others around them. glancing again at shota, she reached over hesitantly towards his hand, trying to make the two of them appear like they belonged. 

shota recoiled like he’d been burned, flinching and whipping his hand away immediately.

“what the hell are you doing?” he hissed.

“people are staring at us, shota!” she whispered. “could you at least try not to act repulsed by me when we’re in public together?”

shota muttered something about “the press finding out about this”, but didn’t jump or pull back when emi put her hand back over his. he didn’t hold it- only let hers sit atop his own- but if it would shut her up for the time they were waiting, he’d deal with it.

after only a few minutes that felt like hours, shota and emi were called back for their appointment. swallowing hard, he glanced at emi, who was looking at him. seeing the anxiety in her eyes, he gave her a little nod before standing up, the two silently following the nurse into the small, sterile exam room. the medial diagrams and parenting posters on the wall did little to ease his nerves as he sunk into the chair beside the exam table. emi’s gaze didn’t leave him as she sat on the table, her fingers fidgeting anxiously by her sides.

“the doctor will be here in just a moment.” the nurse assured them. 

for the few minutes the two were left alone in the exam room, it was silent. emi continued fidgeting; shota stared blankly at the wall. it was awkward. tense. anxiety inducing.

the door clicked open, emi’s obgyn stepping inside with a kind smile on her face. 

“emi, hey, it’s nice to see you.” she said, likely noticing the anxiety on emi’s face and the tension between her and shota. however, she politely pushed it aside, keeping the interaction professional and not prying- something shota appreciated.

“and… is this dad?”

dad. the word hit shota like a punch to the face. it was the first time since finding out about emi’s pregnancy that anyone had called him that, and the name caused an uncomfortable feeling to bubble up in his stomach. but he pushed it down, instead just nodding tightly.

“...yes.” he forced out. because it was true, wasn’t it? he was “dad” now. 

“great.” the doctor replied kindly. she asked emi a couple of general questions, but shota didn’t hear any of it. his head was ringing too loudly, his mind spinning. this was it. he was going to see his baby for the first time. the tiny, innocent little thing that had completely flipped his life upside down was going to be there, grainy and small and so very real right in front of his eyes.

he felt sick.

however, what snapped him out of his daze was a loud, rhythmic thump coming from the ultrasound machine. his eyes widened, and his gaze shot towards the screen.

then, he saw it.

it was tiny. blurry- barely even visible- but it was there. a small, bean-shaped blob on the ultrasound, moving around just a little bit. he felt his breath catch, his stomach tightening. he opened his mouth to speak- to say something, but nothing would come out. a small, choked noise escaped him. he didn’t even notice the huge grin on emi’s face or hear the doctor rattling on about how far along she was. it was like he had tunnel vision- his entire world, illuminated on a screen just a few feet away from him.

“is it healthy?” he blurted out. he hadn’t even thought before the words spilled out- the need to just know was far too strong, his mind too focused on the little life- his little life- right in front of him.

the doctor stuttered for just a second, not having expected him to speak so suddenly, but she nodded.

“yes, everything looks good so far.”

shota let go of a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, nodding a little before turning his gaze to emi for the first time since the appointment had started.

“emi’s going to be due sometime in late march or early april.” the doctor added.

that meant he’d have to take a leave from ua. shit. he didn’t care so much about alerting his agency- hizashi could likely cover for him to keep the press out of it- but his students? that was a whole other story. sure, he liked tolerated his class this year, but he’d have to be gone for at minimum a few months. there was no way he’d be getting out of telling them.

surprisingly, though, the thought didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would. the knowledge that his baby was doing well- growing on track with no immediate issues- gave him more relief than he cared to admit.

the doctor shut the ultrasound machine off, printing out their pictures and handing the small stack to emi. as she did, she explained the “do’s and don’ts”, all of which shota listened to with surprising interest. he subconsciously noted what was said, logging it in his head for future reference, trying but failing to keep the concern off his face.

i’ll have to make sure she follows those to a t. the thought surprised even him.

as shota and emi left the appointment and headed back towards his car, she looked up at him.

“so… do you… want a copy of the photos?”

“yes.” he replied immediately, before catching himself. “in case you… lose yours, or something.”

emi snickered under her breath. “right.” she snorted, handing him his half of the photos that he instantly pocketed with a shocking amount of care.

after a comfortable few seconds of silence, emi spoke again.

“we should start baby shopping soon, y’know. gotta get you into the whole, like, dad thing.”

“the whole dad thing?” he deadpanned, “what does that even mean?”

emi threw her head back with a laugh. “you know, like, doin’ all the crib building and nursery painting stuff!”

his eye twitched, but he just huffed. “great. just what i need to do; spend more time with you at your place.”

even emi could see the hint of the smirk in the corner of his mouth.

because in all honesty? he was starting to see it too.

those goddamn rose-colored glasses.

for the first time since finding out about the baby, the feeling in his stomach didn’t amount to dread. he shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling the printed ultrasound rub against his calloused fingers. it was then that the word dad truly began to resonate. in that moment, being dad didn’t feel so bad. it felt… natural. it felt right.

yeah, he thought to himself, i’m dad.