Hi :) Id Like To Request A Comfort Aizawa/eraser Head X Gn Reader That's Struggling With An Ed Alone

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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if i was 18 i'd be making a MAJOR mistake rn

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❤️

their reactions to seeing your selfharm scars for the first time

prompt: “you didn’t expect them to burst into your dorm room so suddenly.”

includes: eijirou kirishima, katsuki bakugo

word count: 1.1k

warnings: TW!!! self harm in the form of cutting, some light swearing, mention of depression, mental health struggles

 a/n:!!! HEY EVERYONE !!! i owe you a big, fat, apology, which i, sadly, cannot offer you. yes, i disappeared off of tumblr for a good few months with no other excuse that my mental health had gone to shit and i couldn’t write anything good. so whilst i work on the asks that have (kind of) piled up, have these short headcannons.

eijirou kirishima

it was saturday evening

you had told your boyfriend that you were planning on staying in bed and watching netflix all evening

which you did!!

but not because you enjoyed it

you had been stuck in bed, only getting out to attend classes

no matter how desperately you wanted to meet up with your friends and hang out with them, your depression held you back.

so now you ended up in this endless loop of feeling worthless you weren’t doing anything, but having no energy to do anything

your last resort was harming yourself

it felt like the only thing in your life that you had any control over

even just remotely

you felt you needed the feeling of control, expecting to feel better after you did it

which was never the case

so here you were again, saturday evening, hunched over your sink, blood dripping down your arm into it

kirishima had said he was going to go on a party tonight, so the last thing you expected was hearing your dorm room open, shortly followed by the footsteps of eijirou approaching your bathroom

“y/n?”

you froze, frantically trying to rinse the blood away and pull your sweater down

you then turned to him, hoping you were fast enough, but judging by his face, it was far too late

“k-kiri.. i-”

you didn’t get to finish what you wanted to say - not that you had an excuse prepared anyway - because he pulled you into a hug

“i’m so sorry i didn’t realise this sooner.” was all he said before pulling away, hands on your shoulders

“will you please let me see?”

your eyes filled with tears, your heart filling with regret upon hearing the shakiness in his voice, nodding your head slightly

he then gently pulled your sleeves up, letting out a soft sigh but without wasting any more time reaching for the first aid kit, pulling out some stuff to wrap you up

you didn’t speak, too afraid to say the wrong thing  in this moment

when he was done, he pulled you to your bed and laid down on it, pulling you down with him and hugging  you

you finally loosened up that moment, all emotions taking over you and you proceeded to just cry into his chest

he just tightened his arms around you and let you cry it out 

“i don’t know what drove you to do this, but i’m sorry i couldn’t be there for you.”

you immediately shook your head

“don’t apologise, ei.  you couldn’t have known. it’s my fault for not reaching out-”

he immediately shushed you 

“what we’re not going to do is blame ourselves for something that none of us could prevent, alright? what we’re going to do is work on getting you better, okay? i can’t stand seeing my baby in pain.”

you sniffled and simply nodded

you better believe he kept his word when he said he wanted to help you get better.

katsuki bakugou

unlike kirishima, katsuki actually knew that you had been struggling with depression

he just didn’t know about the selfharm part

but nonetheless, check-ups on you when you went silent for a few days weren’t rare.

today was one of those not-so-rare days, in which all you could do was wait around until the day was over

as far as you were aware, katsuki was meeting kirishima in the city today, which was why you weren’t expecting a check-up today

so, just as you were walking out of the bathroom after harming yourself again, you were surprised to hear a knock on the door

“oi, it’s katsuki. you in there, y/n?”

fuck

you were lucky you just finished cleaning up

“y-yeah! come in, kats” you proceeded to call out, sitting down on your unmade bed

he barged in, permanent scowl on his face

“i told you to open the windows every once in a while, didn’t i?”

he scoffed, opening said window, so some fresh air finally found its way inside

he then finally looked at you, furrowing his brows

“you look more tired than usual. what happened?” he asked, voice noticeably softer than before

you instantly shook your head

“nothing happened... i just didn’t get enough sleep, that’s all.”

he sighed, dropping the subject and nodding

“okay then. i’m staying the night tonight.”

“uh, excuse me? aizawa might literally kill you-”

he shrugged and laid down on the bed, hand in one hand, the other arm sprawled out

he always claimed it was just comfy but you knew it was always a silent invitation to cuddle

and you were not about to pass up that opportunity

you laid down on his arm, obviously

considering it was kinda late already, and the fact that you had been crying prior to katsuki’s arrival, you felt your eyes grow heavy nearly immediately

he was just scrolling through his instagram feed so it was silent for the most part, only chatter from the outside of your dorm sometimes audible

yes, you didn’t take long to fall asleep

also yes, katsuki was very worried - he knew something was up but he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly

he tried shrugging it off, putting his phone away and also trying to sleep

although he struggled a little, he managed to fall asleep

not for long though,

for some unexplainable reason he woke up at 4am, sighing and sitting up

he knew he would no longer be able to fall asleep again, saving himself the torture of turning 294 times in bed to no avail and grabbing his phone 

before he could open any app he furrowed his brows, feeling something damp on his arm

he used the light from his phone to check

and it was blood

that had his eyes widening 

he immediately looked at your sleeping form, eyes scanning over your figure until they stopped at your arm, a gasp escaping his mouth at the sight of your sleeve being covered in blood

“y/n, get up, you’re bleeding.”

he tried his best to hide how hurt he was 

you peeled your eyes open, whining a little before registering what he said 

“i’m what?”

“you’re bleeding.”

you immediately looked down at your arm, cursing under your breath

fuck.

he wasn’t meant to find out

especially not like this

when you didn’t make a move to get up, he sighed and pulled you out of bed himself

he dragged you to the bathroom wordlessly and pulled your stained hoodie off of you

he cleaned your wounds and patched you up

when he was finished, he pulled you into a hug

a hug

the last thing you expected

you expected everything

you expected him to yell, maybe even blow things up out of anger

but he wordlessly hugged you

“i’m sorry i wasn’t there to help you earlier.”

but he was there to help now, and he sure did.

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꒰ 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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