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Hello my loves!!

Just popping by to say that I see your requests and have not forgotten about y'all! Life is busy but I'll tackle bits of writing whenever I can🩷✨️

LOVE Y'ALL!!

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If requests are still open can i request something where reader has an anxiety reducing quirk, readers body sends out frequencies that relax those around them the closer a target is, so if you touch reader the effects are even stronger. They’re Basically anti-depression meds in human form. And they’re dating Aizawa, and when he hugs them he instantly feels calm, and reader kind of helps him through his mental health after he has a rough night after a patrol. Bonus if reader is working under hound dog at UA as a substitute guidance counsellor for the students.

Frayed Nerves

Description: Aizawa's mind had been in a frenzy ever since the USJ incident, and it's been slowly tearing at him. When it all became too much, all he could do was run to you.

Word Count: 981

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader

Author's Note: Ah thank you so so much for the request, friend! I know it's not word-for-word what you'd asked for, but it was such a nice request to shake me out of my writing slump🩷 I hope you enjoy!

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He couldn’t remember making his way home.

Truth of the matter was, he couldn’t remember half of his day. His thoughts flickered in and out of existence, none of them remaining long enough for him to grasp at, and it slowly drove him mad. He's not like this— not at all. Shota had always been rational; he'd always been collected and quick to act. However, something in him has changed, something not many had noticed.

Something felt horribly wrong, he thought.

Shota felt it the second he walked out of your shared home. He could feel it on his commute to work— the pit in his stomach, growing, consuming him little by little. An ache in his chest made him squeeze his eyes shut, his breaths ragged with every painful thump of his heart against his ribcage. His ribs rattled with every quickened breath and racing beat, his chest threatening to cave in on itself.

This didn't feel normal, not to him.

It started soon after the USJ incident. Yes, he noticed the way he'd subtly flinch whenever someone would reach out to him or the way he'd reach out for his scarf more often for a sense of security. That sickening feeling in his stomach only got worse as time went by, his nights long and restless. Shota lingered around you more often, his mind always so full of terrifying thoughts that he couldn’t seem to put to rest.

He tried to do as you told him, he really did. Deep breaths in...and out. It didn't work. It never seemed to work. It wasn't enough. His mind was too loud, his chest too tight. He felt his mind slipping away, frenzied and unfocused.

He gave your other advice a try as well. Wash your face. Have a warm drink. Take some time for yourself. It didn't work either. The water was too hot for his face, the coffee too cold for his taste. He couldn't escape the noise— it seemed to follow him everywhere. The loud chatter from the U.A. hallways, the constant patter of feet on the ground, the skull-rattling bell that nearly made him want to rip his hair out.

Shota never wore his emotions on his sleeves. No, he didn't allow himself that pleasure. He'd always been a man of subtly, a man of quiet words but loud actions. Despite his best attempts to keep a collected exterior, there was a crack in his demeanor. His fingers fluttered at his sides often, as if trying to subly shake off some of this unwanted energy. His jaw ticked, clenched tightly so as not to give away his inner turmoil. He hid often behind the thick bundle of his scarf, tugging the fabric further up his face.

He didn't know what was happening, didn't know what to call it. But you did. Of course you did; you'd seen this a million times before— had to comfort many students and civillians through it.

"Shota," you'd said gently, almost as if trying no to spook him off. "You're experiencing anxiety, okay?" 

You'd offered to help many times before, insisting that 'this is literally what you're made for', but he couldn't bring himself to accept your offer. Perhaps it was pride, maybe even shame— fear to become a bother— but he found it hard to simply...let go. Shota knew of your quirk, how it helped soothe so many troubled minds before, but he could never bring himself to be just another person you had to take care of.

But he couldn't do it anymore.

The commute back home didn't even register in his clouded mind, his body moving by muscle memory alone. He probably skipped his patrol that night without even realizing it.

It didn't matter. He just needed to see you.

The door might've closed a bit louder than he intended, but he didn't notice. He just needed to see you. His belongings sat abandoned by the door, each one landing with a thud as he shed them off— his bag, papers, shoes all scattered around. Desperation marked his every move, accentuated how much he needed you.

The noise must've alerted you to his presence because it didn't take long for your head to pop out of the kitchen.

Instantly, his heart felt lighter at the sight of you.

"Shota, what—?" You didn't have the chance to finish before he'd wrapped you in his embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He held you tightly— tighter than usual, and you immediately understood what he needed. Wrapping your arms around him, your hands rubbed gentle circles over his back, the mixture of your quirk and your touch nearly turning his tense body into putty in your hands.

"Rough day?" you murmured quietly, one of your hands reaching up to his head, cradling it against your neck.

Shota sighed heavily, his chest deflating. He only gave a silent nod in response.

You both stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. You knew Shota was never the type to talk his feelings out, so you held him until he felt ready to let go. But it took a while to get to that point. He held on tightly, almost as if slowly letting go of the unease that had been building up within him. His tense muscles slowly began to release, his breaths slowing into a softer pace. Shota could feel it, the way your quirk balmed over him, soothing his every anxious thought and feeling. It was a warm and fuzzy feeling, pooling from his mind and trickling down to his toes.

It felt good.

You sighed softly, squeezing him gently as you felt his lashes flutter against the skin of your neck. "It's okay," you cooed quietly. "I've got you. You're safe."

And that was all Shota needed to let his mind drift off.

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Aizawa would so join in on all the self-care shenanigans. Hair? Washed. Skin? Moisturized. Face masks? Applied. Snacks? Devoured.

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I just read your “Quiet” fanfic on Wattpad & omg it’s so good!! Do you plan on finishing it!!😭😭

OMG I didn't think people were still out there reading Quiet!🥹🩷

Thank you so so much for reading and showing it some love— it makes my heart so happy to see people still enjoying my earlier stuff!

As of right now, Quiet is too big of a project for me to tackle in its entirety, but it's not something I want to abandon either. Maybe doing one-shots within the world of Quiet could be an option!

I'm still working it out, but thanks once again for showing some love!!🫶🏼🩷

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Did y'all think the day would ever come?

Requests are open!

Please read the rules before sending in a request, and feel free to browse through these prompts if you're feeling stumped!

I'm a bit slow with my busy schedule, but I'll do my best to get to these!🩷🫶🏼

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Where Did You Go?

Description: The war on Humanity ended, but the war in your mind only grew as the days went by.

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Warnings: Illusions to depression

Author's Note: GOODNESS it's been a while! I'm a bit out of practice, but I hope y'all enjoy this while I find my groove again♡

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“Where did you go?”

His voice shook you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to the present moment. He always had this way of reeling you in, of keeping your feet on the ground even when your mind had gone elsewhere. And that's all it really took– a quiet rasp of his voice to soothe your racing mind, to silence the noise that echoed within you.

Slowly, it all came back to you, your senses tuning themselves to the world around you. The soft patter of rain. The light scent of burnt wood from the fireplace. The gentle caress of the blanket draped over your shoulders.

He sat by your side, his chair parked next to the couch you laid on. Levi tilted his head, his gaze flickering over your face, seeing past the calm facade you wore like a steely mask.

What an annoyingly perceptive man. 

You shook your head, as if trying to dismiss the flicker of concern behind his stormy eyes. “I…I was here,” you nearly cringed at the wavering conviction in your voice, your chest tight.

Levi frowned, his chest deflating as he sighed. His chair creaked quietly as he wheeled himself closer, close enough for him to lean in, to notice the gloss of your eyes. His voice came in a hushed breath, as if trying not to spook you. “You know what I meant,” he murmured, a scarred hand pushing your hair back in an almost tender gesture.

He didn't miss the way your jaw ticked, the way your gaze flickered away from his, refusing to meet. His hand left your hair, tentatively reaching for your chin, gentle and cautious, steering you back to him.

“Where did you go?”

“Nowhere—” You stopped, almost as if the sound of your voice grated against your ears.  Your words were like lava on your throat, burning as they spilled off your tongue desperately. 

His thumb gently moved over your chin, his touch cautious as it was tender. He shook his head, his gaze mirroring the pain and heartache in your own. He leaned in, scarred lips pressing against your forehead. 

“Up here,” Levi murmured against your skin. “Where do you keep going when it's quiet?”

It nearly broke his heart when you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hide the tears that threatened to spill onto your cheeks. He could hear the way you sighed, the sound weary and heavy as if your chest would cave in. 

“Let me in,” he breathed, his voice a pleading little thing full of desperation. “C'mon, hon, just let me in.”

Your lips quivered, the sight heartbreaking, pulling at his heartstrings painfully. It felt like a punch to the gut, the way you bit back a sob as you shook your head. You gripped his hand, squeezing painfully. A futile attempt at keeping yourself together.

“I see them—” you choked up. The words tumbled out of your mouth like it hurt to articulate them; to breathe them into existence. 

And Levi knew who you spoke of. Them. The kids, as you lovingly called them from the moment they entered your lives. He could see the despair in your expression, how you crumbled at the memory of them.

The war changed many things, but he believed it destroyed a deeper part of you– a part that lived at your core as a person, a part that once blossomed like flowers in spring. He'd seen how you mourned and grieved as the world rebuilt itself, how you drowned in heartache and despair. It never got easier to stomach, the sight of the redness around your tearful eyes. Your eyes never seem to stay dry for more than a few hours these days.

“I miss them…” you whispered, and he knew it tore you apart to say it aloud. 

You missed your kids. You missed their bright smiles and playful banter. You missed how they'd run to you— how they sought you out in moments of joy and grief alike. You missed when they asked you to patch together their uniforms, to help cut their hair or sneak them an extra snack. They grew so much over the years in more ways than one, but they still remained as children in the back of your mind.

And you missed them– those who still walked the earth and those who were forced to leave far too soon.

Levi nodded quietly, his sharp eyes softened with solemn understanding. “I know,” he rasped. “I miss the brats, too.” 

His eyes fluttered shut, his chest tight with an ache he couldn't shake. Nuzzling his nose against your hair, he took a deep breath, his lungs full of the soft scent of your shampoo. Levi felt his own eyes sting, his throat tight with unreleased cries. 

“I miss them too,” he repeated, his voice hoarse. A trembling breath escaped his lungs. “I miss you as well."

A choked sob escaped you, ripping past your throat. Your cries rang out, pained and broken, a devastating sound that tore right through him.

 He could feel you trembling fingers tightly curling over the fabric of his shirt, desperate. Levi pulled you in, as if he wished to hide you within the guarded walls of his heart. He held you tightly, cradling your head against his chest, and your cries filled the air. 

“I–” Levi's voice died on his tongue, his throat tight with the weight of his words. His stomach tightened, a heavy, sickly feeling pooling within. “I've missed you most.”

The sound of your cries tears through the cold demeanor he'd spent so many years upkeeping, something within him shattering when faced with the depths of your sorrow. His heart ached; he could hardly remember the last time he'd heard you laugh. He couldn't quite remember the last time you smiled and actually meant it.

It felt like a star had been blotted out of the sky. 

Levi gently traced his fingers over your cheeks, your tears erased under his touch. He was never good at this— this whole thing of soothing people and providing gentle words. More often than not, he believed it better to remain quiet. He's too sour, too rough. Gentle was never his thing.

But for you, oh, for you he'd certainly try. 

“Cry it out,” He said, his voice a quiet rasp, tinged with care. “Cry all that you need to.”

He sighed, his gaze pleading. “But promise to come back to me,” Levi murmured. A finger gently reached up, tapping on your forehead softly. “Don't get stuck up here, damn it. Don't lock yourself away.”

His hand once again cupped the side of your face, your cheek perfectly fitting over the palm of his hand. “Don't trap yourself in whatever hell you've created in that brain of yours,” he urged. “Just…come to me.” 

It took him a bit more struggle than usual to scoop you up in his arms, settling you over his lap as he sank further into his wheelchair, but the way you melted into his embrace was an instant relief despite your tearful sniffles. Tucking your head under his chin, he sighed, his hand rubbing gentle circles over your back.

Levi didn't know how long you sat there, hiccuping and weeping against his chest, but he felt his heart lighten as your breaths found an even rhythm. He tightened his arms around you, almost reluctant to take you to bed. Your weight against him is a welcomed comfort. 

“Stubborn, sentimental woman,” He huffed gruffly, though his voice held a note of affection as he gazed down at your sleeping expression. He knew you couldn't hear him in your slumber, but he hoped his words would somehow reach you. “Come to me next time that stupid head of yours gets too loud.”

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[whattheheckmidoriya]

Pauuu where have you been loca? 🥺 We missed you!

OH FRIEND !🥹🩷

I missed you all so so much!

Life has been so hectic and busy after I graduated college and GOODNESS I've been so tired :") But y'all know I can never stay away for too long🩷

I haven't written in so long, so I'm slowly getting my groove back, but I hope to start sharing more stories with y'all soon! Your girl is now a ☆working lady☆, so it's a bit difficult to fit writing around my schedule, but I'll def try my best to keep it up🩷🩷

UGH IT GENUINELY BRIGHTENED MY DAY TO SEE THIS IN MY INBOX🥹🥹

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It's been a hot minute since I treated y'all to something 🩷

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My hand is just ITCHING to write again🥲🩷

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New sketches of the babies, haven’t drawn them in 2-3 years.. :’)

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bad boy levi is giving me brainrottnnenss

sorry for the lack of posts recently 😢😢 here’s a levi drawing 2 make up 4 it I LOVB YOUUUUU

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Aizawa Appreciation

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v rough sketch but I liked the mood

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Heeere! What would you name this bear?

Hi Eliza!! So lovely to see you in my inbox🥹🫶🏼

THIS CUTIE PATOOTIE IS NAMED PEACHES (SHORT FOR PEACH-FUZZ!)🥹😌 🍑

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Your girl here is finishing her degree, turning 22 and graduating by the end of this week...feeling so so grateful right now🥹💖

I've missed you all so dearly, and I hope that once this entire transition into post-grad life settles down, I'll be back to spending more time with y'all 🥹💕

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Humanity’s strongest

🖌️ grandgth | X

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Levi deserves the biggest hug. I wanna protect him. 🥺 Take refuge in my arms captain.

YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THIS, FRIEND🥹🫶🏼💖

Humanity's Strongest? NO. Humanity's Biggest Cutie Patootie😌💕

He's so baby, I swear😭💖