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milkacchan · 1 year

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Y/N: I love Simon I do. But if he keeps trying to make me switch from coffee to tea. I will eat Soap figuratively and literally.

Soap who was drinking coffee with Y/N spitakes sputtering: Y-Y/N-.

Ghost appears behind Soap: Think carefully about what you say next Sergeant.

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milkacchan · 1 year

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Anya tackles her biggest challenge yet:

The looming threat of Yor’s cooking…!

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milkacchan · 3 years

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Peaky blinders x sister reader with sensory issues, sensory overload piece next dears (requests are also open ❤)

Summary and cw: Reader goes into hyper sensitivity. I do not have Autism, I do however, have ADHD. I suffer with hypersensitivity and sensory overload. This particular story is one I'm writing off perosnal experience. It affects everyone differently, this is just how it affects me.

Tommy wouldn't say there was something off about you, but he'd probably say there was something peculiar about you.

You'd always been particular about things, ever since you were a baby, he can remember. He can remember you being /weird/ with things- like texture or temperature.

And he, along with Arthur, John and polly, mostly just him and Polly, assumed it was just normal; because to an extent it was. Babies find new things everyday and sometimes they don't like them, but they grow into them.

But then it became clear you /weren't/ growing into them. There were shirts you refused to wear because if how they felt on you. You'd cry and kick and scream. You wouldn't touch cold water unless it was for drinking- and don't get him started on wet floors.

As you got older, your reactions changed. You matured and he thought maybe you'd grow out of it. He hated seeing you upset

Wishful thinking. You didn't.

Here you were, 18 and gagging over how a glass mug felt in hand.

It'd been a rough morning, starting when you'd woken up. It was too hot, for one. You kicked the blankets off and moved to get up, the cold floors instantly sent chills through your body. Shoes were the first thing on, you couldn't deal with that today.

And dressing had gone okay until you'd reached for your sweater, touching the fabric you felt yourself gag. You take a deep breath, shaking your hand before going to put it on.

It was fine then, after you'd taken a few breaths and stretched the collar and you hoped to christ you stayed that way.

Finishing your routine, brushing your hair, brushing your teeth (which was hard enough on its own), you head down the stairs. You avoid touching the railing, unsure how your body would react.

"'Morning poppet," Pol hums.

"Mornin auntie."

"There's some hot water in the kitchen, get yourself some tea." She smiles softly and continues her hike to another room.

"Mmm," you nod tiredly.

You weren't sure you'd be able to finish tea, even start it really, not with how sick you felt. Your mind flickered back to the floor and the shirt, you groaned softly. Christ that only made it worse-

"Hey now,"

"Oh- sorry Tommy." You smile sheepishly. "Good mornin,"

"Good mornin', lost in thought already? Pretty early for that."

"Wish I could stop." You hum with a sigh reaching up in the cupboard to grab a mug. You slid it off the wood shelf.

Your body shuttered and you gagged, followed by a cough before dropping the cup. It shattered once it hit the ground and you groaned, squatting and holding your head.

You vaguely heard Tommy call your name, you were too busy trying not to puke. Everything was too much now- your shoes touched wrong, you couldn't wiggle your toes enough. Your hair felt weird along your fingers and your sweater- the fucking sweater. It just sat /wrong/.

"Hey," Tommy whispers, he looks panicked. "Hey are you okay?"

"Tommy," you take a shakey breath. You could feel the gag at the back of your throat. "Get my shirt off- get my fucking shirt off," you looked at the ground, trying not to focus on the fabric sitting against your skin.

"What...?"

"Tommy pull it off!"

"Okay- okay," his hands immediately drop to the hem of you sweater and he pushes it up your torso before tugging it over your head. He tossed it to the side. You're left in nothing but pants and a bra now, heaving as you screw your eyes shut.

"What's going on?" John's at the door now, sounding just as panicked as Tommy looked.

"Go get Pol," he says simply.

"What's-"

"Go get Pol." He hissed, sending a glare to his brother.

You slide your hand under his jacket to grab his sleeve before dropping your head to your brothers chest. He shrugs off his coat and abandons it where it drops.

"Can I touch you?" He whispers, his hands hovering over your skin.

You take a deep breath and nod. "You can try," you mumbled.

He placed a hand on your upper back, the other in you hair. You don't seem to react and he silently thanks the heavens before stroking your hair.

"You alright?" His voice is soft, laced with concern. He understood it now, you had an episode. He hasn't seen one in years, especially not one this bad.

You nod, swallowing thickly.

"Do you need a bucket?"

You shake your head and close your eyes.

"Is she alright?" Pol calls out as soon as she's stepped into the room.

"Had an episode Pol," Tommy strokes your hair and looks up. "Can you turn on the record and tell the boys it'll be a quieter day today?"

"Tommy.." You mumble.

"And get her the white shirt she has, the long sleeved one with the small strawberry on the left."

Of course he'd take care of it. It was Tommy, regardless of how you'd voice your distaste for it, hezd always take care of the situation.

"Does she need a bucket?"

"No, she's alright."

"Broke your glass Aunt Pol," you whisper. "M sorry,"

"It's alright poppet, I can get another one."

You nod slightly.

She takes off and you can here her Inform Arthur and John. You smile slightly.

"Is it happening often? I haven't seen you like this in almost two years. You just not telling us?"

Then music.

"'Not this bad," you sigh. "Smaller things though, yeah."

He nods slightly. "Alright,"

"M sorry you have to deal with it."

"Don't be, promise it's no trouble."

He takes your shirt from Polly and slips over your head. You pull your arms through.

It was a shirt he had made, it was soft, oa fabric you never seems to mind. It was years old, and you'd slip into it whenever things got to be too much, or texture just wasn't cooperating.

"Alright sweet girl," he squeezes your arm gently. "Let's move to the parlor." He lifts you as he stands.

"Tommy I can walk,"

"I know," he smiles. "I used to carry you when you were a kid though, and much less of a rat."

"Not a damn rat," you grumble, thankful when he sets you on the couch.

"You alright?" John asked worriedly.

"You don't need a bucket do you?"

"Why do you all keep asking if I need a bucket? No Arthur, I appreciate the concern, I don't need a bucket."

"So you're alright?" John asks again.

"Yes, stupid, I'm fine." You smile softly.

#peaky blinders x sister reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby #finn shelby #finn shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #john shelby #polly grey #polly gray #polly shelby #polly grey x reader #aunt polly

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milkacchan · 3 years

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Platonic Katsuki x reader, in which you have to comfort your best friend and remind him, even the strongest need help sometimes.

"My support?" Katsuki raised an eyebrow, "you need my support."

"Yeah totally," you grinned, then stepped into his dorm and sat on his bed. "Having such a rough time."

"I know you can lie better than that," he muttered with a sigh. He didn't move from his position at the door, only leaned back against the wood with his hands in his pockets.

You smiled softly. "Honest?"

"Honest."

"You look like you're having a rough time with everything going on," you hum, "and I just wanted to spend some time with you, watch a movie, talk, eat popcorn, play with your hair, whatever else. You know, make sure you're okay."

"You did?"

"Course I did, now come here."

"You're a rat." He muttered, sitting on the floor in front of his bed. Your fingers immediately ran through his hair and he noticeably relaxed.

"So you say. What movie are you thinking?"

"Something scary?"

"Whatever you want baby," You hum.

"We can watch scream," he leaned back, his head resting against your crossed legs.

"Still thirsting after Ghostface I see."

He scoffs.

"Before we start," he begin, hands still playing in his hair. "Are you okay, Katsuki?"

He was quiet for a few moments. "Just tired," he mumbled.

"You slept all day yesterday. 17 hours straight. You don't...you don't have to tell me everything, but I'm worried about you." Your hands found its way to his, and you gently played with his fingers.

It was true. Katsuki had been struggling, he didn't exactly try to hide it, but he didn't think it was particularly noticeable either. There'd just been so much loss lately. They didn't warn you about that when you started out in your first year, no they were fast approaching their third year.

And he was even more upset he wasn't able to deal with his emotions himself- that he wasn't able to squash the depression bug, no. Instead it took over him.

Before you'd walked into the room, he was staring with an empty gaze at a black phone screen, just pondering. He felt alone.

"Katsu?" You murmur, pressing your cheek into his hand.

It was then he realized his cheeks felt wet. "I don't- I don't know," he whispered in a broken voice. "I'm just...I don't know there's so much and it's getting hard to deal with."

"You know you can talk to us, right? We're your friends, we want to help."

"Heros do it all the time, I'm supposed to be able to handle it on my own-"

"No. They have help too. They have support systems, you have to have a support system." Your voice is soft. You've started gently petting at his hair, before slowly sliding off the bed. "You're not to blame. For any of it. For anything that's happened it isn't isn't fault. And I can see you trying- so hard and I'm so proud of you for just /being/ here, as cheesy as it is. But I'm worried Katsuki."

"I'm just so fucking tired." His head fell between his legs.

"I'm...I'm not the best with words," you start, "or verbal comfort, but I'm here. Always. I'm here, don't you ever think you're alone." You gently brush your best friends cheek.

"I think...I think I need a hug." He muttered.

You smile softly and move between his legs, wrapping your arms around his torso and setting your head on his chest. "I can do that."

"You've made me soft," he grumbles. "But uh- thanks."

"Course Kats."

#Bakugou #Bakugou Katsuki #Bakugou x reader #Bakugou Katsuki x reader #Mha bakugou #mha bakugou Katsuki #katsuki bakugou #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #bhna #boku no hero academia

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milkacchan · 3 years

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More self-indulgent peaky blinders x reader bc I've always struggled with my femininity as a woman, especially when it came to trying on feminine clothes like dresses.

"No. I don't want to." You mutter, pouring the boiling water over coffee grounds.

"Why not? It's just like looking for a suit." Arthur spoke from the table.

"Except it's not." You hum. "The complete opposite, actually."

There was nothing more irritating to you than trying on dresses. Even getting fitted for them, you hated it. Every fucking minute of it.

"Still haven't grown out of that then huh,"

"I don't see why I can't just wear a suit to the damn thing, all of you are." You mumble, ignoring Tommy and taking a sip of your coffee. "I look better in those anyway."

"Is that what this is about?" John sighs, walking in the kitchen. "How many times do we have to tell you? You look beautiful. Always."

"Don't get fucking sappy," you roll your eyes. "I just don't like dresses. Or trying them on." You state, sitting down at the table.

"Nonsense. You love dresses when you feel good in them." Polly cuts in. She sets a plate in front of you.

"Thanks Pol," you nod. "But that's how clothes work, in general. Not dresses."

"But that's what this is. Still the irrational thought you don't look good."

"'Pol," you whine.

"You know, your mother carried you for nine months, gave you that body and face just for you to hate it."

"Pol how many times are you going to use that?" You groan rubbing your face.

"As many times as it takes for it to stick. You don't look bad, at all. I'm not just saying that because I've raised you."

"I look good in suits, yes. Thank you. Why can't I wear one of those?"

"It's too formal of an event, poppet. A suit won't work."

"Pols right," Tommy looks up from his paper. "As much as I'd like to let you wear a suit, it's too formal. We'll have to get you in a dress."

"Tommy.."

"I know, I know, you don't want to. We'll look around some shops, whatever you like We'll get, no questions asked. Whatever color, style- if you feel it looks good on you, we'll get it. And if you really don't see anything you like, we'll get one made, alright?"

You murmured something under your breath.

"What was that?"

"Yes. Fine, yes."

And so it began, within the next hour you were in town with your brothers, dress shopping.

"What about that one?"

"Wouldn't fill it out right." You mutter with hands in your pocket.

"You didn't even look at it poppet,"

"I did, already, over there when Pol was talking about that red one."

Arthur sighed, "Why don't you at least try it on?"

"I suppose so, if it'll make you happy."

"I think Pols got some too," John looks over to you, taking his attention away from the dress he was running his fingers across. "What about this one?"

You turn your attention from Arthur, who was grabbing the one he was eyeing to the one John had pulled. The fabric seemed soft. It was a lovely shade of green, with silver beads that adorned it simply.

"It's nice," you mutter. "Soft," you mumble once you've got your own hands on it.

"Isn't it? I really like the color. I think it'd fit your skin tone."

"Since when did you become so knowledgeable on the things of a woman." You smile.

"Since Esme, she's adamant I learn. I guess she was right that it would help." He hummed, "after all i have to be able to help my baby sister and keep my title as the favorite brother."

"Oh, you think you have that title?" You side eye him and lift dress off the wall.

"Oi," he makes a face, "Who does then?"

You say nothing, just smiling as you take a step back to move to another part of the store.

"Oh come on you have to tell me, come on. Who is it then?"

"Tell you what?"

"Who the favorite is."

"I can't tell you that, power shift and all."

"I've got some dresses dear," Aunt Polly gestures to the ones in her hand. "Let's try these on, okay?"

"I've got one for her too," Arthur holds his up.

"And I picked that one for her to try," John points.

"Mines prettier."

"Oh this is a competition now?"

"Oh Hush. Hand them here." She snaps. "You boys wait out here, we'll come show them once she's in them."

"Yes Pol," the chorus plays.

You make a face but ultimately follow Pol to the back room.

The first one up is a black one with gold beading, all you have to do is look at it before you know you'd not like it.

"No," you immediately turn it down. "I'm sorry aunt Pol, but I really don't like that one."

"Alright," she took a deep breath and set it aside. "Let's try this one then."

The next one was white. It was long, looked like it'd be form fitting to an extent, in the bodice anyway. The skirt was flowy with tassels that made an almost scale pattern. It was pretty, you had to admit.

You stared at it for a few moments before starting on your suit, unbuttoned the shirt (your jacket had been left with Tommy, good lad,) and slipped it off. Followed by your pants and shoes.

You held your arms up and the dress fell down your body.

You hesitantly open the door and walk out to where your brothers are.

"Oh that one's a nice one," John smiles. "Like mine better though."

"'I picked that one out," Tommy grins.

"I mean its nice," you nod, looking at yourself in the big mirror. "But it looks more like a wedding dress Tommy, you trying to see me off already?"

"No," he mumbled, watching you step off the ledge. "Just thought it was pretty "

You wave him off and walk back into the dressing room. The next one is one Pol had picked, she said anyway.

It was a light pink, a color you had to admit you enjoyed, so it was a downer when you looked in the mirror and hated what you saw.

"Let's just try the next one," you mutter

"You don't want to show the boys?"

"No Pol- no I just really want to take it off," you mutter, still scanning your form.

She stares for a few moments but ultimately nods.

The next is the one Arthur had picked. Red with black beading. Tassels that fell down your arms. It was elegant. You left the room and walked towards the boys.

"That one's awful nice on you," Pol smiles.

"I have taste, see?" Arthur grins. "Do you like it?"

You stare at yourself in the mirror. "It's...I mean its a nice dress, really."

"But...?" John pushes.

"Not for me. I don't fill it out right. I look like a man."

"If you don't like it, it's no trouble. Try on the next one." Tommy leans back in his chair.

"Sorry Arthur," you mumble.

He just waves it off with a small smile.

Then it's John's choice. The green one, forest silk with the simple sliver beading. It's a longer dress, and honestly you don't mind.

Aunt Pol helps you slip it on. "Oh..." She breathes. You look fantastic. It frames your waist and your hips before falling freely around your legs. It's sleevless, the silk coming up your back in a V to cover your shoulders.

"It's so nice," you whisper, fingers trailing down your sides.

"How do you feel?"

"Like a princess," you hum.

"Go on then, show the boys." Pol all but shoves you through the doors.

"Alright alright," you lift the skirt and hike up the platform.

John was smug. "You like that one don't you?"

"I do," you whisper with a nod, till staring at the dress. "God I love it," you laugh softly.

"Give us a spin," Tommy smiles, moving his hand on a small circle.

And you do. You spin with a stupid grin on your face, looking at your brothers when you've finished. "Does it twirl? Tell me it twirls."

"It twirls," Arthur laughs. "You look beautiful."

"Who's the favorite?"

"Oh hush John,"

"That's the one then?"

"Yes, this is the one." You hummed. "Not to much for you is it?"

"Never," Tommy stands, "go on get dressed, we'll pay and go home."

"Yes Tommy," you step down.

The boys would always take care of you.

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milkacchan · 3 years

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Some self indulgent peakyblinders x sister reader

Requests for the peaky blinders are open :) I'm only on S2 tho but we binging so 😈😈

Cw: Coming out, Panic attack

"Uh-" you looked around the room, everyone was hear. They stared curiously.

She called a fucking family meeting.

Of course she did, it was Ada. Ada fucking 'I think I can solve everything' Shelby.

"Go on then, spit it out." She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.

"Ada," you hiss, glancing at her before returning your gaze to the boys.

"You have to. It'll help." She shrugged. "They won't care."

"You don't fucking know that. You have /no/ way of knowing that."

"Yes I do. I'm their sister."

"So am I!"

"Tell us what?" Arthur frowned, leaning against his chair.

"They won't care." She repeated.

"They very well fucking could."

"They won't-"

"And what if they do! Contrary to your belief, Ada, you don't fucking know everything. You don't make super bright decisions. Believe it or not, your brothers don't think the same way you do-"

"Care about what!" Tommy rose his voice to interrupt the commotion between the two of you.

"I don't want to marry a man! Okay...I don't," fuck. You took a deep breath. "I dont want to marry a man. I don't like men."

It was silent in the room. The boys sat in their respective chairs, polly stood in the corner. Your stomach sank. "Oh fuck," you whisper.

You were gonna loose your spot in the family, it was hard enough as it is to keep it with everything going on, they'd disown you, you were sure- christ you'd be on the streets. You were about to lose everything you held dear because your sister didn't want to wait.

It was hard to breathe then, silence surrounded you and rang in your ears. The world was moving, you were sure.

"Hey," Tommy started standing up and walking over to you, "deep breath, take a deep breath."

The words didn't seem to register, instead your knees buckled beneath you. Tommy was there to catch you of course, and for a moment you reached out to grab his jacket, before desperately trying to push away.

Christ you didn't want it to start now. You shoved back a little harder.

"Finn," he grunted. Finn immediately knelt behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso to pull you back only slightly.

"Hey, hey now," he tried.

"Ada," Polly hissed, "why would you make her say that in front of them?"

"I was trying to help!"

"Clearly she wasn't fucking ready!"

"I'm sorry," you whisper out, when you've managed to clock back into the world long enough for coherent thought. "I'm sorry- I- I tried to change it, and fuck fuck-" you struggled to take another breath.

Tommy was still kneeling in front of you, scanning your face. You looked down at your skirt and picked at the fabric nervously.

"It's okay," Finn spoke, "you don't have to be sorry, it's okay. Nothin' wrong with ya."

"I don't-"

"Hush now," Tommy lifted your chin so you'd look up at him. "Nothing, and I repeat, nothing is wrong with you. We don't care, it doesn't change how we see you. It doesn't change the fact that you're our little sister, you understand?"

You nodded slightly, sniffling as your head fell foward to your brothers shoulder.

"I'll get her some water," Pol nodded curtly, pulling Ada with her into the next room.

"You thought we'd care?" Aurthurs voice came. He sounded dejected almost, he sounded sad. Baffled that you'd be so terrified.

You nod weakly, "I did," you mutter, the words muffled by your place in Tommy's shoulder. "Thought you'd hate me for it."

"But Pol knew."

"Wasn't by my choice. She caught me kissing a girl about a year ago."

"Where?"

"My room." You groan.

"The redhead? What was her name..."

"Her name was Claire."

"But Pol wasn't upset-" John frowned.

"Doesn't mean you wouldn't be."

"You're still our sister," John hummed, smiling slightly. "I mean- Ada married a communist, had a baby with him too. That's worse than anything you just threw at us."

You snorted. "I suppose you're right on that."

"You know we don't care right? Same rules apply, if she treats you wrong, she dies."

"Yeah," you mumble. "Sorry," you rubbed your face in embarrassment. It'd been years since your last panic attack, you didn't think you'd have another one again. "Didn't mean to uh- to freak out."

"No matter," he squeezed your cheek gently before kissing your forehead.

"I for one," Finn helped you stand. "Think it's good that we can talk about girls together."

"And that we don't have to worry about you getting pregnant."

"Arthur," Tommy hissed.

"It's true!"

"You promise you don't care? You're not going to kick me out?"

"Never," Tommy hums.

The chorus of your 4 brothers follow.

"Is uh- is that why you can't sit on a chair right?" Arthur asks, scratching his cheek.

"Yeah you have no idea how to sit on a chair right, an impossible task for you." John snickered.

"And the suits is that why you wear suits?" It's Finns turn now, he's moved from next to you to next to Tommy.

"Yes," you rolled your eyes. "It's actually common knowledge that biologically gays aren't able to sit correct. No, it's just uncomfortable to sit like Ada or Pol does all the time. And I wear plenty of dresses too, wearing one right now. But suits have pockets and I like pockets." You state, matter of factly.

"You do sit like a man though." Tommy smiled. "Leaning foward, legs apart, elbow on your knee."

"Oh fuck off Tommy, it's comfortable."

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x sister reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #Thomas Shelby x reader #arthur shelby #Arthur Shelby x reader #finn shelby #Finn Shelby x reader #John Shleby #John Shelby x reader #aunt polly #Ada Shelby #Ada Shelby x reader

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milkacchan · 3 years

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Alpha Kiri who is so so so in love with Alpha Katsuki, his best friend for years. Since they met kiri has wanted nothing more than to be able to call katsu his own, but he fears he never will because why would an alpha like another Alpha? Katsuki would be disgusted.

Alpha kiri who over their college sophomore summer, finds a little blonde fuck toy omega that looks and acts like Katuki.

Alpha kiri who accidently gets her pregnant and he finds out when she comes to his previous apartment (where Katsu and kiri now live) to tell them.

Alpha Katsuki who's ECSTATIC at the idea of a child in the house, much to Kiris surprise, and offers to fund the entire damn thing

Alpha Katsuki and Alpha Kiri who slowly fall in love with her as they watch her carry Kiris child.

#kiribaku x reader #kiribaku #bakukiri #kirishima eijirou x reader #Eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima #kirishima eijirou #eijirou kirishima #red riot #bhna katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #pro hero dynamight #dynamight #kirishima x bakugou #katsuki x eijirou #kirishima x katsuki

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milkacchan · 3 years

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OKAY but listen

Bakugou has a twin sister (the reader) who goes to a different school bc she doesnt have much interest being a hero

And one day, during Vacation, Bakugou has all of his friends over and they're chilling in the kitchen, eating food

And out comes his sister with one of her friends

And the Bakugou siblings greet eachother like you'd think they would

'Hello rat, bummed to see you're home,'

'Shut up you fucking drama queen. Get your food and fuck off'

And she does

But Minas left staring, wide eye'd and absolutely in love with his fucking sister

And his friends flip bc yo wtf?? You have a sister???

"Yeah but she's like never home, lives in dorms on campus at some powerhouse school, Shiratorizawa- or sumn?? I dunno."

Of course I'll be turning this into a cross over lmaoo loving it

"She's so pretty..." Mina mumbles

And then they date 😌

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milkacchan · 3 years

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Anyway momo who likes her fem upperclassmen and does throughout school even tho she can't dater her bc of age

And after UA, during her first year debut, they finally get together??

Bc im digging it.

#yaoyarozu momo #bnha momo #momo yaoyorozu #momo x reader #momo yaoyarozu x reader #yaoyorozu x reader #yaoyorozu momo x reader #my hero academia #my hero #bhna #boku no hero academia #my hero academia x reader

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hello~ i really like your work and i came here to give you some advice,,, you are writing midoriya's name wrong,,, it's MIDORIYA no MIDORYIA (it's probably some misspelling or typo with the autocorrect sjskskd),,, i'm sorry, i don't want to come off as rude i just wanted to tell you,,,

I appreciate it but it did kind of come off as rude.

My phone automatically autocrrects and I dint have the energy to change it everytime, sometimes I miss them because I am dyslexic.

But honestly they're aren't a whole lot of times I misspelled his name but thank you.

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Request for anon: Hi!!!! i love our writing and i just knew you could do this! Could you do one with a father Aizawa and a gender nuetral chil reader, who is jealous of Midoriya. Because when Midoriya harnesses his quirk Aizawa be happy dadzawa but when the reader was like 6 or 7 and harnessed theirs he said like " Work harder." Or the world won't want a weak hero and stuff and thats why they hate Midoriya and stuff? IT IS SOO FINE OF YOU CANT!! THANKS <3

•Midoriya is nice.

• He's /so/ fucking nice

• He has a nice smile

• His freckles are nice

• His attitude is great

• He goes out of his way to make sure people are okay

• Which makes it worse and pisses you off more.

• You've been jealous of him for awhile- please he's the center of attention for everyone

• But that isn't your problem

• He's the center of attention for your own dad.

• At least it seemed that way.

• Shota Aizawa, your father, was a teacher at U.A.

• He was bound to get attached to students, that's what teachers are supposed to do

• But..it felt like you were on the back burner and not enough

• when you develop your quirk, you dad gives you a speech

• You're first sucess with your quirk, your father tells you to work harder

• And that's all it ever is

• "work harder"

• "you should be farther along by now,"

• "this isn't a joke, why are you treating it that way?"

• there wasn't a good job or a congrats or praise

• But there was with midoryia

• who got all of it.

• he got good jobs and impresseds

• He got way to go kid and that was smart

• At the beginning of the year you liked him

• He was friendly and funny and he seemed like a cool dude

• He was a cool dude and you hated him- yourself even more for that

• You couldn't ever hate him, not truly.

• Not even when your father praised him, took him under his wing, focused on him

• Even shinsou- you didn't hate him. You were great friends with him.

• But Midoriya irked you, even if you couldn't find it in you to talk behind his back or fuck him over

• Your jealousy for the boy only grew as your fathers praise to him grew and his words to you grew distanced.

• And yet you still thrived for the man's approval

• You wanted to be recognized

• You wanted validation

• You wanted praise and approval.

• You wanted love.

• You stopped speaking to Midoriya, completely. The poor boy didn't deserve a blow up from you, it wasn't his fault.

• Contact to him stopped. His conversation muted unless it was to the class Group Chat

• Your seat? Unfortunately still near him, was no longer an issue if you just ignored his presence

• If your group was hanging put with him that day, you'd skip with some dumb homework excuse.

• No one said anything

• Aside from shinsou that is.

• The smart-ass always had something to say

• "You can't just ignore your problems forever."

"I'm not, till talking to you."

"Funny. But seriously. He's going to question it if he hasn't already. Word gets around.."

• In all seriousness, shinsous worried. He's really worried.

• He's watching you distance yourself from people, from midoryia- hell the only reason the two of you still talk on a daily basis is because he forces it.

• You don't mind, of course, he know that. You did the same to him when his mental health had declined.

• But he sees you're doing it for validation

• Amd he knows Aizawas words aren't malicious. You're his kid, he's worried and wants you to survive over anyone else.

• Doesn't mean how he's going about it is right.

• and it isn't long before you start taking physical training to the max too.

• After class you train for hours until dinner.

• Sometines you miss it; sometimes you don't get home until much later.

• One day in particular though, you start training on a Saturday morning

• He tells you to be smart, keep hydrated and take breaks before he leaves for the day

• Only to come back at dusk to you still training

• "Quirks are currency shinsou,"

"That doesnt-"

"I have to get stronger, no one's going to want a weak hero"

"Y/N please- you've been out here all day. It's hot and muggy and you've barley eaten anything. You need breaks. You can't be a strong pro hero if you die of heat exhaustion." He takes your arm and pulled it down from the punching bag. "You're worrying me."

"I'm not strong enough," you mumble. "Dads right,"

• Eventually Midoriya starts to question why you're ignoring him

• He doesn't think he's done anything wrong

• Maybe he said the wrong thing? But what even is the wrong thing? What could he have said?

• After one particularly rough morning, you're struggling with something

• You're already pissed and ready for the day to be over.

• And it's only 10 in the fucking morning

• And Midoriya, desperate to heal what he once had with a friend (you), walks over to help

"Hey," he starts. "You look like you need some help?"

You pause, glancing in his direction for only a moment. "Go sit down," You mutter.

"I just want to help-"

"I don't need your fucking help. You are the LAST thing I need," you snap. "Who the fuck would /ever/ need you?" You grab your bag and shove him back, leaving the classroom.

The class quiets.

• Midoriya didn't deserve it, no. You knew that.

• You also knew that you weren't in the place to go back to school, so you didn't.

• You took the day off, wandering the streets of your prefecture

• Shinsous blowing up your phone

• Katsuki is too.

• Katsukis upset, you would be too if someone spoke to your friend that way

• Everyone else is too on edge to text you, they're worried though.

• Of course, they go to Aizawa.

• They tell him what happened and how you've been acting

• And he nods quietly and says he'll take care of it.

• Shinsou finally finds you at the Cafe you frequent and he quietly sits across from you

• "you should be in school," you mumble

"So should you."

It's quiet for a few moments before you speak again. "I think I'm going to leave U.A. Mom lives in Miyagi, they've got some nice highschools there. I talked to her over the phone last night."

"What? What no, you can't?"

"Why not, Hitoshi?"

"Because you're a hero-"

"I'm not. I'm not a fucking hero. I haven't made any successes while I've been here, I haven't developed anything, Dad was right."

"You dad was wrong. He's wrong. He's- He's worried one day you're not going to come home. Or when you do you won't be in one piece, so he's pushing you and pushing you," he took your hand gently. "You're strong. You're going to be a great hero. You've already accomplished more than you know."

"I blew up at Midoriya today," you slide him your drink and he takes a sip.

"I know." He nods. "But that's okay, we can deal with it later." He squeezed your hand.

"Yeah, later,"

• It's very much later by the time you reach your dorm.

• The day Shinsou moved to the 1A dorms was the day you'd rejoice

• Your bag is tossed to the side and you make your way to the kitchen and freeze.

• Aizawa is sitting at the table, facing you.

"Your friends are worried about you,"

Yous scoff. "Yeah I'm sure they are."

"Midoryias worried about you."

"I really don't care."

"You shouldn't have snapped at him." Aizawa sighs.

"Thats-" you take a deep breath. Of course he only cared about Midoriya. "Typical." You move to the fridge to get something to drink.

"I..apologize," he begins. "'It's come to my attention that I haven't exactly been the best father to you since your mother left,"

"You think?" You muttered.

"I'm worried. I'm scared."

You look up at him.

"The world is cruel. And I've lost so many students to hero work in the years I've taught, I wouldn't be able to handle it if I lost you to. But it seems I'm already down the path." He stood up and walked over to you. "You're my kid, I love you more than the moon and the stars, I want you to stay safe. Above everyone else, above all else, I want you to come home." He kisses your forehead.

"It'd be nice to get a good job every once in awhile. Everyone else does." You mutter, looking down.

"You are doing great, you know. I don't say it nearly enough but you impress me everyday."

• It's...a little awkward after that, neither of you know how to process emotion so after two days you just pretend like it never happened

• You quietly apologize to Midoriya and wall away before he can respond before pretending like that didn't happen either

• You're not expecting him to want to be your friend

• But he's very adamant on texting you, inviting you out, walking with you you to class

• 1A becomes whole again

• But Shota does ease up, you get the good jobs, the praise, the validation

• And you eat it up to be frank, you fucking love it.

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milkacchan · 3 years

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Request for @loveiswhat : hello love <33. could I request a shouji x reader) where he starts feeling insecure abt his face (reader has seen under the mask already) and theres fluff and reassurance 🥺☺️ also ur writing is 😙🤌

• Shoji is a quiet man

• Which is fine

• But he always made some effort to speak more than 3 words to you

• Which is why when Shoji didn't speak much nor text, you knew something was very wrong

• please you knew within the first 30 seconds of the day that something was wrong

• but you hadn't had the chance to speak to him about it until after classes were over for the day.

• Shoji didn't often feel the need to wear a mask around you

• You accepted every bit of him and in all honesty, you found everything about him incredibly attractive.

• So..he didn't often wear a mask around you. He didn't feel the need to.

• Here and there he'd keep it on for a few hours after classes ended while in dorms alone (in one of yalls rooms)

• But that was far from coming up to your room in the early morning with a mask on

• You and he had a routine.

• He'd come to your dorm (right next to his actually, part of the reason yall got to know eachother) and the two of you would eat breakfast and then head out for the day.

• If he came early enough he watched you get ready in the morning.

• But today not only was he late, but he wore his mask.

• His appetite was dead

•Wouldn't even let you kiss him through the mask

• And that continued.

• For the rest of the day.

• The two of you made it back to your dorm and he sat on your bed.

• You're things laid next to the door, the two of you would focus on home work later

• You crawled into bed next to him and took his hand.

"So, you going to tell me what's going on?"

He was quiet for a few moments. "Just feeling weird today," he finally answered. "Over...you know..."

"Did someone say something to you?" You rubbed your tumb over his skin.

"No," he whispered, "just happened."

"Sweet pea," you hum, turning his head to look at you. "You're gorgeous. Insanely. Everything about you. Physically and mentally. There is nothing wrong with you and there's nothing wrong with your face." You squeeze his hand gently. You slowly moved your other hand up to tug his mask down. You smile when it's off.

"Absolutely handsome,"

He leaned to place a soft kiss on your forehead. "Thank you,"

"Love you."

"Love you too."

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milkacchan · 3 years

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I will send some happy asks, as soon as I can think of one.

I swear they're all like marbles in my head and the second I need one suddenly they vanish.

In the mean time

Enjoy this tiktok

That was a very cute tiktok and I wish Bakugou was real bc I swear to GOD we'd be besties

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milkacchan · 3 years

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I'm so sorry for your loss. I lost my grandmother yesterday so I hope I can kind of understand where you are right now. Can I offer some pictures of my dog?