"How Can You Say Those Things and Keep a Straight Face?" All you want is for people to smile. That's the only reason you became a hero in the first place, but there are always people out there that you can't reach. When the boy with the blue, lacklustre eyes reappears; the mysterious ravonette from your childhood, you discover this sad fact. Is it possible to mend such deep, emotional scars? Can you save someone as twisted and warped as he is? Or has he always had such a flawed design? Ranked #1 in #DabixReader 19/10/18 Ranked #1 in #bnhaxreader 4/11/18 Ranked #1 in #myheroacademia 01/03/19 ⚠WARNING⚠ This fic may include: .Mild/strong violence/graphic content .Strong language .Child Abuse (non-sexual) .Drug use .Sexual violence Cover by Condensed_milku

This is a Aizawa x Reader Fan fic about Hitoshi Shinso being his son. Ive been looking everywhere for a fan fic about this situation but I cant find any so I decided to make one on my own. I hope I can do it justice because I really love this Idea. I might literally be the only person who likes this but its ok because I'm enjoying the hell out of writing it lol. This is a My Hero Academia fan fiction. Warnings: Smut, harsh language, violence, spoilers, so on and so forth. My Hero Academia is not mine nor are the characters or anything else pertaining to My hero.

It took 21 Tweets. {Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader}

Sequel to YBFP *Undergoing major plot changes. please stand by* "To whom are the flowers for?" "For someone I've lost." he hesitantly said. "I'm sorry. It must be tough." "She's not dead. She's just gone."

*Trigger Warning: This book mentions various mental disorders. Please do not continue reading if you are uncomfortable at these certain topics.* "Take this off, take this off." she desperately cried and struggled from the restraints on her wrist, ankles and waist. "Please take this off." she begged him. His heart ached at the sight but he knew best that he shouldn't do anything. "Take it off." she stopped struggling but continued on crying begging for him to remove the restraints. He wiped her tears with his finger and caressed her cheek to comfort her. "I-I can't but trust me okay?" he held her hand that has limited movements. "You'll be fine, promise." he smiled at her with tears starting to stream down his cheeks. "But you'll be better without me."