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your blog is 16+... how old are you

Dont like dosclosing my age but over 16

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Some art my sister’s friend did for me :3 its of my mha oc :D

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Hey y’all!! Im not gonna be posting much because i got a few busy days coming up but ill try to get a part 2 of the tsukishima x reader fics upcoming!!

oye please can u do one of miguel o'hara with an teen reader(15) thats a guarani/mexican girl?,ikno thats highly especific but please

pretty please <:3

Is this platonic or father and daughter 🤨🤨

“For the wolf never hated the lamb however it could not betray its brothers, society has made him what he was however he could not be what he want, he knew loving the lamb was to destroy the pack”

Felt like stating a random quote i know

From a random video i saw

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDING MEEEEEE

Bruuuh

babe wake up, Pedro literally gifted us christmas pics and we should be thankful

Hii I only discovered you recently but I'm in awe of your writing skills. Can i please request sick reader getting taken care of by Aizawa.

Ofc my minion!! I hope you enjoy this! And ty for loving my writing ✍️ onto the story!

Summary; aizawa takes care of sick reader

Warning; not much, talk of a cold

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Title: Blankets and Eye Drops

It started with a tickle in your throat. Nothing major—just a scratchy feeling you waved off with a sip of tea and a mental note to get more rest. But by the next morning, it hit you like a train. Stuffy nose, pounding head, and a body that refused to move.

Wrapped in three blankets and still shivering, you barely registered the sound of keys in the lock until the door creaked open.

“(Y/N)?” Aizawa’s voice drifted through the apartment, soft and rough in that familiar way that usually made your heart flutter. Today, it just made you groan.

“I’m dying,” you croaked from the couch.

He appeared in the doorway, hair tied back in a loose bun, scarf looped casually around his neck. His eyes swept over you—your red nose, the mountain of tissues, the lopsided mug on the coffee table.

“You’ve got a cold,” he deadpanned, though the crease in his brow betrayed his concern. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought it’d go away…” you sniffled, voice thick. “Then it didn’t.”

With a sigh, he dropped his bag by the door and crossed the room, kneeling beside the couch. One rough hand pressed gently to your forehead, and you leaned into the warmth instinctively.

“You’re burning up,” he muttered, thumb brushing your cheek. “You should’ve called me. I would’ve brought you medicine.”

“You’re busy—”

“I’m never too busy for you.”

The words made your chest ache in a different way. You sniffled again, wiping your nose on your sleeve, and he gave you that unimpressed look that meant stop being stubborn.

“I’ll make you some real tea,” he said, standing and heading toward the kitchen. “And soup. You need fluids and rest.”

You watched him shuffle around in his cozy home clothes, clearly more used to patching up bleeding heroes than sniffling sick partners. But still—he moved with quiet care, boiling water, rummaging through cupboards, even warming up the blanket in the dryer before tucking it back around you.

Soon, you were surrounded by the scent of miso soup and green tea, your body melting into the heat and your heart fluttering as Aizawa perched on the arm of the couch, gently carding his fingers through your hair.

“You look like a swamp goblin,” he said affectionately, his lips tugging into the ghost of a smirk.

“Gee, thanks.”

“You’re still cute, though.”

You smiled, eyes slipping closed as he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. “Sleep, (Y/N). I’ll be right here.”

And with his hand in yours and the quiet rhythm of his breathing beside you, the pounding in your head seemed to dull, just a little.

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Hope you enjoyed!! I loved writing this!!!!!! Ugh such a cute request