Heyho! I Got A Request (FINALLY) And I'll Be Publishing That In The Next Few Days!!!! :D How'd You Like

heyho! i got a request (FINALLY) and i'll be publishing that in the next few days!!!! :D how'd you like the keigo drabble?

he sees your wings for the first time

prompt: “you’ve got wings?!”

pairing: keigo takami x reader 

word count: 961

warnings: reader is kind of insecure over their wings, reader is gender neutral but keigo calls them babybird and angel like, once

genre: fluff 

NOTE: i’m just going to hide the fact that i fell off the side of the earth for a week, lol. to make up for it, soft hawks!!! this is inspired by a textpost i saw once AND im sorry it’s kinda short!!

you weren’t always this insecure over your wings

that was until you met hawks, at least

in comparison to his large, red wings, you felt like you had nothing to offer with your, white, still-large-but-not-as-large wings 

so you just decided to bind them back whenever you saw him, always wanting to impress him :(

you just felt like the wings would hold you back from that?? for some reason 

truth is, your mom was behind all of this, always telling you your wings weren’t good enough as a child 

which led you to be convinced that your wings made you less worthy than you are

every time before you hung out with hawks you used bandages to bind your wings back as well as you could and opted for baggy clothes, which just led hawks to assume you were quirkless

him thinking you were quirkless made him pick you up at random times and fly you up into the air,  and in those moments there was nothing you wanted more than to spread your own wings and fly with him

hawks always thought the reason for your baggy clothes was because you were insecure over your own body, so he didn’t push it too much 

he did feel a bit sad when you refused to share moments of intimacy with him, simply because he thought you didn’t feel comfortable with him lol 

usually, hawks would visit you at 9pm in the evening at the earliest, work holding him back from coming any earlier, so as of now you were curled up in a make-shift nest you created out of a bunch of pillows and most importantly, hawk’s hoodies, your wings sprawled out over the entirety of the bed 

it smelled like him and it was so comfortable

too comfortable

way too comfortable.

so you fell asleep

cliche

you fell asleep in a nest, wings sprawled out.

and hawks just happened to get off work early

he was so excited because he hadn’t gotten off work this early in months

he stopped by the store to buy some snacks or you too before flying over to your place, letting himself in using the key you gave him after there was no response from you when he knocked on the balcony 

he placed all the snacks down, removing some of the outer layers of his hero costume before gently knocking on your bedroom door, moreso as a warning that he’s about to come in other than to ask for your permission to enter

when he opened the door he had to take a double-take

he froze for like, 3 minutes

you were in a nest.

a nest that smelled like him.

and you had wings. 

after staring until he was sure he wasn’t seeing things, he spoke 

“you’ve got wings?!”

you jumped awake, ironically proving his point when your wings fluttered and flapped, bringing you up into a seated position, eyes wide 

your heart was thumping in your chest, not knowing what to say

shit.

he’s going to hate me.

he’s going to hate them.

he took a step closer and you finally managed to choke out a few words, still not completely awake after your nap

“-’m sorry.. i was scared to show you-”

his brows furrowed and he sat beside you

“what? why’d you be scared, babybird?”

your eyes moved to look at him, pupils dilating in a quick motion, a bird-like characteristic that he never paid any mind to

“they’re not as pretty as yours..”

his eyes widened and he let out a little snarl,

“believe me, my breath was taken away when i saw you and your wings looking absolutely angelic, why’d you even think mine are prettier?

he subtly pulled you back down, hugging you

“dunno, my mom always said they’re ugly” you snuggled your face into his chest

he scoffed and started peppering your face with kisses

“angel, i’m sorry but your mom’s opinion is absolute bullshit. your wings are beautiful. didn’t know i got myself a cute bird partner there” he chuckled

you blushed lightly, sitting up “so you’re not angry at me for hiding it?”

he shook his head “of course not, i understand where you’re coming from- now, you know i got snacks right? let’s go watch movies!!” he stood up, walking to the living room where your snacks were already waiting 

you smiled to yourself, feeling like a huge boulder was taken off your shoulders before you followed, settling on the ground in front of him “what are we watching?”

“mm, i was thinking tangled?”

nodding, you turned on the tv, “i still can’t believe the audacity eugene had to cut her hair that short- have some respect!”

he cackled “you’re still angry about that?”

his fingers found their way into the base of your feathers, your wing letting out a small shudder at that - he started separating the feathers, removing fluff from between them and tidying them 

he wasn’t even paying attention to what you were saying 

“keigo are y- are you preening me?!”

“so what if i am...” he muttered

bonus!

hawks grabbed your cellphone, shooting you a smirk 

your eyes were already going wide, confirming your fear when he stepped out of the balcony and yelled out 

“catch me if you can!” before taking off into the air

“keigo, if you drop it i’ll kill you!”

you ran after him, your own wings spreading and flapping, chasing him in the air

you were both laughing the entire time, hawks more often than not letting your phone go only to catch it a second later, your heart dropping every single time

the next day the news were full of videos of the both of you playing around in the air.

Howdy love! Hope your having a great day! I was wondering if you could write a fic of the reader who’s ayoyamas twin sister comforting the poor sparkly boy after he lost to mina in the U.A. Tournament. Keep up the good work!!💖💗

hey sweetheart! i had an awesome day so far, thanks :) since you didn’t specify the quirk you wanted the reader to have, i came up with something on my own, you’ll see!! hope you enjoy <3 psa: this turned out shorter than i thought, i’m sorry!!

comforting aoyama after he lost a battle

pairing: yuga aoyama x reader (platonic!! they’re twins)

word count: 710

genre: fluff, angst i think

warnings: none!

req by: @sherbert-pie (i cannot tag you)

you were never as interested in becoming a hero as your brother was, never really liking being in the spotlight, unlike yuga

even with your decided choice to not become a hero, you were always there to support your twin-brother, the U.A Tournament being no exception.

the problem being, his opponent knew of his weakness, your brother throwing himself into the fight unstrategically and overusing his quirk, resulting in him getting stomach aches, leaving room for mina to attack

you gasped when you saw his belt being destroyed by his opponents acid, eyes further widening when his pants fell in the process

you immediately raised to your feet when he was knocked out, leaving the stands in search for your brother, but it was to no avail when the security guards didn’t let you through

you opted to wait at home instead, taking a retour on the way to buy a bunch of snacks

you sympathized with him, being the one who had to often listen to him talk about how he was scared of humiliation

and also how much he wanted to make his dream come true

you just didn’t expect your otherwise sparkly brother that somehow always managed to make snarky comments, to be so.. deflated

when he got home he immediately went to his room after greeting you with a 

“...hey”

you frowned, seeing him like this was not a pleasant sight

so you grabbed all the supplies you bought earlier, easily finding your way to his room, knocking twice to let him know you were entering before going in

and there he was, curled up in his bed, sulking to himself

you sighed “aw, cmon now, yuga!”

he sighed, not sparing you a glance 

“please leave, y/n”

“seriously, you should know better by now that once i want to hang out you don’t get rid of me so easily” you smiled lightly, placing the bag of snacks on the ground, sitting on the end of the bed

“it wasn’t that bad, yaknow..”

“are you kidding!? i had my pants down in front of the entire school!”

he sat up, now looking at you, his red eyes a clear indication that he had been crying

“well, i know that, but i’m serious when i say it wasn’t that bad, everybody was looking at ashido, not at your underwear - plus, you were at a clear disadvantage! she knew everything about your quirk, even your weakness!”

it honestly pained you to see your brother look so bummed out, wanting his usual self back asap

when no response from him came you pulled him into a hug, something you didn’t usually do but you would tell that he needed it in this moment

his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, heaving out a sob as he started crying once again 

you remained quiet, gently patting his head and letting him cry it out, not wanting to push unwanted advice onto him, you knew he could get himself back up and just needed a little support, support which you were more than willing to give

as the sun was slowly started to set so did his cries, releasing you from the hug and sitting up again to wipe his tears, your own lips tugging into a smile at him

your hand reached up, hovering above his head, sparkles releasing from your fingertips, falling over him as a little sparkle-rain, the last ones merging into a rainbow above his head

(your quirk was useless in battle, but deemed itself worthy in situations like this)

“ready to go back to being your sparkly-self?”

he laughed at your antics, slapping your hand away “shush. i indeed am - but i saw you brought snacks?” 

your gaze shifted towards the bag of snacks that was still abandoned on the floor

“oh, right. i did, wanna eat while watching a series?”

he snatched the bag, already digging into it to pull out the various snacks it contained “don’t need to ask me twice-”

you scoffed, turning the tv on, browsing through the various shows the both of you started but never finished, opting for MLB

you ended up binge watching season two and three-

aoyama went to school the next day feeling even more motivated<3

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HEY i'm really sorry for not writing for a while!! I'm gonna try to do a request later but I got my dog today and im putting my focus on her❤️

꒰ fly little bird ; akaashi keiji ꒱

꠴ pairing. akaashi keiji x figure skater!reader.

꠴ synopsis. as competitions are approaching, you’re trying to perfect a certain move. all the while, your friend is trying to find just the way to confess his feelings for you.

꠴ word count. 9.1k words.

꠴ fic contents. friends to lovers!au, ice skating!au, fluff, mutual pining, insecure reader that constantly beats herself up, bird references bro, reader’s personality: figure skating, reader may be referred to as ‘birdie’ or ‘little bird.’

꠴ a word from the author. this fic for the babes, @cafemiya, and this is my final repost of my old fics. im sorry yall :((

In school they teach about basic life cycles, typically starting out with a butterfly. It’s supposed to teach children the process of life and how it works, explaining the maturity in animals rather than humans because that’s a discussion to talk about when they’re more mature and older. Whatever way you take it, it all boils down to how life goes in a circle. Where life is given, death is soon to follow.

You’ve always been compared to a little bird. You can’t quite understand why, but the nickname ‘Birdie’ tends to follow you wherever you go.

The life cycle of a bird is simple. Doesn’t matter what type because it all starts with an egg being laid by the mother and then being nurtured in healthy conditions in order to hatch. And when those little birds do hatch, they’re taken care of and being nursed before they can face the sky. Despite the wings they’ve been blessed with at birth, they’re taught to fly through reinforcement driven by the mother. 

Watching the chicks closely, the ugly animals are nudged from their spots of safety to their imposing fall. The mother bird forces their children to take this risk and have them make the decision to either fall and let gravity take over or learn how to spread and flap their wings. 

At first, you thought this was a cruel way to teach these poor animals. However, how else would they learn? The same way a baby learns, they must tumble and learn from their mistakes as they keep pushing themselves. That’s the only way to keep going.

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hi :) id like to request a comfort aizawa/eraser head x gn reader that's struggling with an ed alone fic/drabble? so basically how he'd find out and help and support them? it's ok if you don't feel comfortable, but thank you in advance if you do it!

hi sweetheart, sorry for the delay ಥ_ಥ i hope this is comforting enough and helps you get through whatever you're going through rn, know that i'm here and i'm rooting for you to get better!! ♡

AIZAWA SHŌTA WITH A STRUGGLING S/O

warnings: gn!reader, EDs (mentions of binging and chaotic eating patterns), mentions of self-harm, reader gets slightly injured at some point, angst to fluff, comfort. so much comfort (aizawa being a jewel of a man)

there is no way i can get through this.

it was all too much.

the stress, the thoughts, the food, then the lack of it.

and the tears.

the pain.

those were the ones that stood out the most, your body documenting each and every moment in great detail.

that time you ate "in advance", only to stop for (a new personal record) four days straight without giving in, water, coffee and bananas being your only companions during that tough time.

that time you couldn't hide the scars on your body, sick reminders of your attempts to forget the anguish that lied inside your head, an animal ready to strike whenever you were at your most vulnerable.

or that time when you looked at yourself in the mirror, the stretch marks your hips more preeminent than ever, the flabby side of your underarms noticeable from every angle, no matter how much you turned around, tears running freely down your cheeks.

and shōta couldn't do anything about it.

he tried, he really tried to reach you. he couldn't, though, because you wouldn't let him. and it pained the man to no end, because all he wanted to do was to hug and love and kiss the pain away.

the moment he found out about your struggle he wanted to help, he wanted to show you that you could trust him, you could rely on him, because he cared. he cared about you so much.

unfortunately, though, it was a difficult task. when a person is so deep into that mindset, it's hard for them to get a grip, not to mention that skipping meals made you more prone to getting irritated.

it all got to the point where you two would fight over anything related to food, him questioning you about your poor diet choices and you yelling nonsense at him, telling him that you were fine and that he was smothering you.

"love, i just want to–"

"enough!" you shouted as you got up from the table and stomped your way to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it.

aizawa looked in disbelief before sighing, getting up from his seat at the kitchen table and making his way towards the bathroom door.

without saying a word, he leaned his back on the cold surface, sliding down on it until he was sitting on the floor, knees pulled to his chest but kept spread apart, head bowed down, with one hand over his face, the other one on the back of his head.

despite his imposing height, he looked so small on the wooden floor, so helpless.

a soft crash was heard from beyond the door.

then, a whimper.

shōta got on his feet in an instant, ready to barge in if needed, when you opened the bathroom door yourself.

tears were gracing your features as two bloody trails ran along your face, from your forehead to your chin.

aizawa was stunned.

"i–"

"shōta," you sniffled. "it hurts."

that woke him up from his trance in an instant.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

"how'd you manage?" he asked softly, dabbing at the (he discovered) small wound on the top of your head with a wet towel.

"it's all because i'm dumb." you half laugh, half sob and he shushes you.

"don't say that, kitten."

you just look at him with round, puffy eyes, the man smiling comfortingly at you.

he put the towel away and leaned towards you, sturdy hands on both sides of your cheeks as his thumbs started stroking aimless patterns on your skin. his dark eyes never left yours as he spoke:

"never stop yourself from seeking help when it comes to this, alright? i'm here, i'll always be here for you, my love. you are not alone, and i will make sure that you realise how loved and cherished you are, regardless of how much you weigh." he said sternly, causing a fresh outburst of tears to flow down your cheeks.

he just kissed them away gently before bandaging your wound and helping you off the counter and into the bed.

it was all warm, the comforter soft beneath your limbs and fingers, the man that slid in next to you even warmer.

you didn't fall asleep instantly, the gentle light coming from the lamp on your nightstand still illuminating shōta softly as he read, tired eyes roaming the pages of a small book with interest.

"what're you reading?"

"hm?" he raised and eyebrow, glancing at you from behind his glasses. "oh, just a novel nemuri borrowed me a while ago."

"mmm, i see."

he kissed your forehead and continued with what he was doing, but not before cuddling you closer into his side.

after a while, the lights were out, and you could feel his strong hands caressing your shoulders softly, then your waist, then your hips, then they tumbled back to hold yours, tiny palms squeezing his affectionately.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

"mooorning" was the first thing that hit you in your sleep-induced confusion, never getting used to his even raspier voice as another day was slowly starting to pull you into motion.

"yeah, you too," you mumble, sleep not yet entirely gone from your drowsy features.

"up we get, darling." you suddenly heard an old tune coming from the radio nestled between the books on the shelf to your left, as the rich smell of coffee made itself present in the room.

you open your eyes to see aizawa standing in the doorway, leaning onto one shoulder, legs crossed carelessly in his hello kitty pijama pants, two mugs of steaming liquid in his hands.

"huh, since when are you so fond of waking up early?"

he just shrugged and walked over to your side of the bed, putting down the mugs and petting your head gently.

"how's the wound doing?"

"'s existing, i guess" you say as you cringe at your outburst from the day before. you sometimes wondered how he kept his composure through it all, while also doing his job as an attentive teacher of a pretty special highschool, caring for a class full of gifted individuals.

"darling, you're drifting away from me again."

it took two blinks to get you back to reality as he smiled and helped you off the bed, while guiding you gently to the bathroom.

"you know i can walk, right?" you say, flustered by his gestures, feeling your cheeks getting more and more warm.

"mhm." he just smiled and kissed the top of your head while the two of you went on with your morning routine.

as soon as you looked at yourself in the mirror, thoughts were starting to creep back into your mind. luckily, though, shōta was alert and kissed away any insecurity that decided to reside inside your pretty little mind and turn your day unpleasant.

after leaving you even more speechless, breathless and disoriented (because of how surprising and welcomed his affection was), you decided that you should give each other face masks, "because that's what couples do" (to which you had to add an "oh my god, you sap")

"don't eat the cucumber, you moron!" you shrieked at him, coffee in hand as you leaned onto the kitchen counter.

"too late" he grinned from his chiar as the radio in your bedroom kept playing song after song, melodies that you happily hummed along to.

yeah, you thought. i guess there is a way to get through this.

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