#break ups

We shouldn’t talk about it. We shouldn’t talk about it because we might ruin it. We might ruin everything we have, everything we might’ve been. The memories are just memories, the feelings just feelings. But if we start to label them, untangle them, we might not like what we’re left with. Things get tainted and complicated, and the waters might be murky now, but at least our desires are clear and I’d rather love you in private than avoid you in public. We shouldn’t talk about it because talking about it might mean the end of it, might mean goodbye. And I don’t want to say goodbye- to this, to you. If I could, I would pull you in my arms and hold you and hug and love you and kiss you forever, for the rest of my life, for the rest of my days. I’m saying I love you and I want you and I’d choose you, if only you could choose me. But you’re leaving, and I’m gonna miss you like I’d miss breathing. So right now can we not talk about it? Can we not talk about all the girls after you and guys after me or anyone who lays in your bed that isn’t me? Can we act like it’s just me? Like it’s just me and you and life never got in our way and we’ll never have to say goodbye? That’s the paradise I’m living in- please don’t make me leave.

MK Ireland #255 : stolen paradise

You hurt me so quietly, I confused it with love.

MK Ireland #252 : pain & suffering

I think I’ve finally let you go.

Nothing feels more refreshing.

MK Ireland #249 : f r e s h || a i r

One thing I’ve learned:

Everything hurts worse at night.

Go to sleep my love, things will be clearer in the morning.

MK Ireland #248 : midnight pains

You deserve the

love you keep

trying to give

everyone else.

She gave me a look

“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’ve spent my whole life falling in love with people who didn’t love me back.

"It’s nothing new.”

“

- S.Z

iamstrongallonmyown:

A relationship ending does not mean:

• that you’re a failure
• that you’re unlovable
• that you’re not good enough
• that you’re unworthy of being chosen
• that love isn’t for you
• that you’re a villain
• that you gave up
• that you didn’t take your commitment seriously

Vienna Pharaon | @mindfulmft

Request:  “ Hey I’m a really new follower but I like your writing a lot♥️ anywho- since requests are open- I just went through a messy breakup litteraly 3 hours ago and I just want comfort lmao idrc which character (idk who to choose I’m sorry) but shigaraki is probably my fav MHA character if that helps”

Pairing:Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Summary:After ending your long term relationship you return back to headquarters feeling terrible. You probably look worse. All you want to do os avoid everyone and hide away but Shigaraki sees you and offers a comforting Shoulder to cry on.

Warnings:None, Fluff fic. Soft!Shigaraki

A/N: I hope this Fic came out the way you wanted it to and that you’re feeling better.

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Why?

That was the only thought turning in your head the whole way back to Base.

Why did it end?

Why did it go Wrong?

Why did it have to hurt?

Nausea crawled up your throat and made you dizzy. Head spinning you reached forward to open the door. Inside the base, it was empty. Not a single soul was milling around. Perfect. You didn’t need Dabi’s jokes or Toga’s pity. And as appreciated as it would probably be, you didn’t want Twice’s awkward attempts to make you feel better either. You want to crawl up into a ball. You want to hide away for a week. Drown in your sorrow and mourn for the dead relationship.

You want to disappear. Possibly forever. Your heart clenches at the idea. You will not see them anymore and if you do, what kind of terrible encounter would it lead to?

The sound of creaking hinges draws your attention and you pause. You’re standing before your door, ready to open it and bury yourself in blankets and tissues. Your eyes are still red from crying. You sniffle.

“Y/N?”

His rough voice echoes down the hall. A fool. You feel like a damned fool. As a new recruit, the last thing you want is Shigaraki to see you in such a sorry state but his words send a shiver through you. All he uttered was your name, but it rolled off his tongue delicately.

Your heart squeezes as you turn around. Shigaraki stands at the end of the hallway. His gaze seemed to study you from head to toe. His eyes wandering over your arms and legs as if he’s looking for something. As if inspecting for some kind of clue as to why you are crying. He’s dressed in a surprisingly casual manner. Jeans and an old T-shirt, no hands in sight. His pale blue hair hangs loose around his face, strands of hair fall across his eyes. His hair looks soft, you want to wrap your fingers around it and find out just how soft.

“What happened?” he asks. His normally cool manner is disturbed. His eyes narrow and fists clench at his sides. The bite in his voice surprises you.

You don’t know if you should tell him. The situation feels private and he’s your boss. Your personal affairs shouldn’t concern him. Does he even care or is he simply being polite?

But you have no one to talk to. The pain swelling in your chest needed some form of release and so you couldn’t help but want to let the dam burst. Tell him your sorrows and woes. A small part of your mind urged you to do it, urged you to trust him. So, you do.

You tell him everything. You let out all your worries and regrets. You tell him about your failed relationship. The highs. The Lows. Eventually you tell him why you broke up. You tell him the details that you originally weren’t supposed to. You even tell him how insecure you feel about it. Your sudden doubt about whether or not the relationship should’ve ended has been clawing at you since you saw them turn tail and leave.

Shigaraki listens in quiet contemplation. He moves to lean on the wall but his eyes do not stray from your figure. In this hallway you feel like an idiot. Snot and Tears running down your face You’re currently dumping all your baggage on the man you’ve known for, what? Three weeks?

But the ball’s rolling and everything is spilling out in a mess. A jumbled mass of words broken up by your occasional hiccups and wailings. A small part of you tells you to stop, to remember that this is your boss and he doesn’t give a shit. The larger part, the one that needs to vent, doesn’t give a shit either so you don’t stop. Your frustration pour out like a raging river until it eventually trickles to a stream.

When you’re done, there is nothing but silence. It stretches out between the two of you. The awkwardness of the situation finally hitting you. He feels miles away and now you feel silly. Shame burns on your cheeks as you realize what you’ve done.

“Are you done now?” Shigraki asks.

You nod. He doesn’t hesitate before righting himself and striding towards you. You Panic but don’t move, you have no idea what he’s thinking but the idea of being kicked out of the league scares you. The invasive thought slams into you and you wish you could eat your words and act as if nothing happened. Your eyes remain attached to his. He moves closer and you attempt to stutter out an apology but the words get stuck in your throat. You feel stupid. Ashamed even.

However, Shigaraki does something unexpected. His right arm grips onto your wrist and he tugs you towards him. Before you can even register what’s happening, he’s engulfed you. His soft warmth envelops you and your tears surge forward again. You sniffle against him and try to push away.

“Your shirt-”, you attempt to warm him. Shigaraki only laughs before dragging you back into the safety of his arms. You place your head on his chest as he rests his chin on your head. Your sobs subside as he gently strokes your hair. His fingers comb through it, every once in a while he twirls a lock of your hair through his fingers. Despite the oddity of the situation you close your eyes. You want to savour this moment of comfort.

“Don’t worry about my shirt.”, his voice is surprisingly smooth. Like honey.

You don’t want to move and he doesn’t push you away. It appears that he will not move until you do. You breathe in his warm scent, as you begin to take slow calming breaths. Surprisingly he smells strongly of deodorant but it isn’t unpleasant. You revel in the warmth, feeling safe. Eventually you pull away slightly and he reluctantly lets you move away. Both Hands remain on your waist, keeping you close to him. His chest only a breath away and you’re tempted to dive back into the warmth all over again.

His warm eyes stare into your soul. The red accompanied by shades of bronze and gold. His eyes are glinting like precious jewels.

“Thank You”, you say.

He smiles and raises his gloved fingers to push your hair to the side. His hand does not move away though, instead he allows it to rest on your cheek.

“Whatever happens, I am here for you” he says, “It may not feel better today or tomorrow, but you are strong enough to recover from this. You’re part of the League for a reason.”

He pats your head before finally letting you go. He turns around to walk back down the hall. You want to call out to him. Tell him to stay and hug you again. You want to latch onto him and possibly spend the night together drowning in one another. He didn’t laugh or make fun of you. He listened intently and then hugged you. It was so unexpected of someone considered so vile.

Before turning the corner he shouts back, “We’ll have a movie night today. Come out of your room later.”

You can only nod silently as he disappears as if he can see you. His heat is already being missed.

You think you will join them for that movie later.

I should have known something was up when our late night phone calls were cut short and our ritual Sunday adventures turned into once a month car rides. You told me not to worry and that you were just busy and needed to focus on yourself. I gave you all the time and space in the world, no matter how much it was killing me, I kept waiting for you. And no matter how many hours or days I went without talking to you, nothing will hurt more than the day I found out that all along you were just making your way back to her.

-A.d.c