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Why You Broke Up With Them (MHA/Reader) Pt 2
(Laser: I was asked to do a second part by @electronicexpertshark and I still had a couple of ideas for this concept, so here you go!)
Summary: Why you broke up with various MHA characters. (Not meant to be bashing, just some angst and drama for fun.) Part 1
Characters: Midoriya, Shinsou, Monoma, and Miruko
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Midoriya
He always put others first, and while that wasn't a bad thing on its own, he didn't know how to balance his professional life with his personal life, especially when it came to you. If someone needed help after school, or if he came across a scene outside of campus, he was always offering a helping hand. Even if other people already had it handled, he couldn't just walk away. Social obligations just didn't seem as important when compared to a person in need. You lost count of the canceled plans and apologetic smiles. And you felt guilty, you felt selfish, but you wanted a partner that could prioritize you more than Izuku could. It was painful to break things off, but it was easier to handle the way he prioritized his life when you were only friends.
Shinsou
He carried a lot of insecurities and bitterness. A lot of the time he didn't feel good enough to be with you, and it became a self-fulfilling prophecy when he started pushing you away. He was the king of self-sabotage and there was only so much you could do to ease his worries, only so much you could try to understand that he was only acting like this because he felt inadequate, but in the end, it wasn't enough.
Monoma
His hidden sense of inferiority and his competitive nature were things you were aware of going into the relationship, but you didn't consider how that would apply to your relationship after getting together with him. You became a bragging point to him in a way that made you feel more like a prop than a partner. He was constantly competing with other couples in his own head, and that's not something you wanted part in. You'd just wanted to be with him.
Miruko
She moved too fast for you. She was high energy all the time, and she didn't stop for anyone, not even you. She was set in her ways, refusing to change, to compromise. In the end it was a rather messy breakup, but she didn't look back, so neither should you.
(Requests)
Why You Broke Up With Them (MHA/Reader)
Summary: The reason why you broke up with various MHA characters. Part 1? (Angst up ahead. This isn't intended to be bashing, it's just a fun angsty thought exercise for the drama lol) Part 2
Characters: Iida, Bakugou, Aizawa, and Yamada
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Iida
His family expectations. He's a legacy hero and he's expected to honor and carry on the values of the Iida family. You found yourself struggling more and more to fit the mold laid out for you as the partner of the next head of the family, to navigate the world of the hero industry's elite. You decided it would be for the best that you parted ways.
Bakugou
He was way too busy, constantly training or out on patrol, constantly on the grind. He always demanded perfection from himself as a hero, never letting himself slow down, he spread himself too thin and your relationship ended up falling through the cracks. It got to the point where you felt more like his roommate than his partner, and any attempt to suggest he needed better balance in his life only led to arguments.
Aizawa
He pushed you away. He was always distant when it came to your relationship, it felt like he was keeping you at arms length. He didn't want to admit just how much he felt for you, because that would mean that you were another person he was afraid of losing. So scared of this loss, he kept himself shut away and allowed the distance between you to grow until it was impossible to cross anymore.
Yamada
He never let you see the real him. It didn't take long into your relationship to realize that Present Mic was just a persona he put on, one he used to protect his inner, true self. Even out of costume, he still kept so much of that persona going in front of you, rarely did you get to see the real Hizashi. It never felt like you were with an actual person, try as he might it was too much to put down the act.
(Requests)
Sometimes you just need to cry stay safe ya’ll! Never forget there’s always someone who cares !
haha.
kung yung mga couple nga katulad nina billy at nikki
naghihiwalay..
kayo pa kaya???
When we're happy...
...we make promises we think we can keep. We feel like the love we have can last forever; until we realize when the problems come along..things start to change and we think about it differently. The promises crumble, the conversations become short and that love that we felt that could last a lifetime...died in the process.
Ibuprofen, a poem
[ content notice: OTC drug abuse, menstruation, manipulative/emotionally abusive relationships, references to fellatio/sex work, emesis, self-unaliving and self-harm attempts/impulses]
2006
The bottle sits in the medicine cabinet. No one tracks it, at least not very closely. No one thinks much of it. Everyone knows I need it from time to time.
My mind is going and going and going. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what’s happening to me. It feels something like puberty, when, some seven years prior my body’s core was opened so that the flesh nest I didn’t know I had built could be shed before it went septic. My body has remade itself fully since then. Time for something else to be torn apart.
The bottle sits in the medicine cabinet. No one tracks it, at least not very closely. No one thinks much of it. Everyone knows I need it from time to time to the point where I’ve learned to dry-swallow so that I don’t have to leave class to take a few to dull that familiar deep ache punctuated by sharp spasms.
I think about the time 7 years and 7 more before when I had stumbled upon a stray pill the brand-name one with the sweet coating looking like a light brown coated chocolate on the beige carpet the best color of all the M&Ms, which were the best candy It didn’t feel like one in my hand. I immediately told my mother what I had found and handed it over. What a good girl.
The bottle sits in the medicine cabinet. No one tracks it, at least not very closely. No one thinks much of it. Everyone knows I need it from time to time. I’ve been getting it for myself for years now.
I reach up towards the high medicine cabinet shelf. Press and turn the safety cap. I am too tall and too dexterous at that point to be child-locked or shelf-blocked out of it. Should I be? After all, the air freshener, which I didn’t even know was a drug says “Keep out of reach of children and teens” right on the label. Mom and I had laughed about that. I am too mature to be in need of any such safeguards. I got my twelve-year molars at nine and my period at ten not exactly the type to suck down fumes in hopes of a high.
The bottle sits in the medicine cabinet. No one tracks it, at least not very closely. No one thinks much of it. Everyone knows I need it from time to time and this new anguish feels like one of those times.
I fill my palm with the rounds. They don’t look like the pretty, long-discontinued light brown M&M. Don’t make a nice sound when making contact with each other. We’d long switched away from that smooth-shelled, sweet-coated name brand. These were dull and rough, harder to suck down but by now, I can dry-swallow up to four of them without my teacher noticing. However many these are, they don’t stand a chance against me. I’m home, in no rush, no need to hide anything with a glass of water if I want it just a few feet away. I can hold these for longer, since the coating won’t melt in my hands. They don’t melt in my mouth, either.
The now nearly-empty bottle sits in the medicine cabinet. No one tracks it, at least not very closely. No one thinks much of it. Everyone knows I need it from time to time.
I suck down enough to make me lose time. I drift, lost to time, swallowed by the rounds. I sleep all evening, all night, all morning. For once in my overregulated life, I’m left to be. I’m in college, so I handle my own schedule and alarms. I’m on my period, so no one reminds me of Maghrib, Isha, or Fajr. No one thinks much of it. I wake up, realize I’ve been dead to the world from Asr to Zuhr but not dead enough to leave the world.
The now nearly-empty bottle sits in the medicine cabinet. Mom eventually notices it’s almost gone and adds it to her shopping list. No one thinks much of it, including her aside from admonishing us to tell her when things are running out. Everyone knows I need it from time to time.
I successfully play it off as my usual monthly troubles. The boy I like, the one who’s been taunting me into tearing myself asunder tells me that I have what is essentially a hangover. I need a thick, hearty Irish stew. He asserts, with that full-smirk half-innuendo that keeps me hooked on him that if it weren’t for my parents, he’d bring me some and feed it to me. I don’t tell him I’m too nauseous to swallow water let alone enjoy slurping on some exotic new dish.
The new bottle sits in the medicine cabinet. No one tracks it, at least not very closely. No one thinks much of it. Everyone knows I need it from time to time.
Approximately 2 body-remakes later
The bottle sits in the medicine cabinet. No one tracks it, at least not very closely. No one thinks much of it. Everyone knows I need it from time to time. It’s there, but he’s more incapacitated than usual.
What’s wrong, I ask?
"Oh, I needed them but we were out two weeks ago And I know we’re broke so you know" I don’t know. Do you know? Love of my life, look at me. By now, you not only know that I would not only
Get a payday loan Put up the car as collateral Swallow cum along with some mild disrespect Swallow some of my pride and ask my sister Swallow a bit more of my pride and e-beg Sell my soul, if I still had one Swallow what’s left of my pride and ask my parents
just so that you could be the slightest bit less uncomfortable but also that I could. Because I have. You were there. This is a basic that costs less than a tank of gas one that we both need, if differently, to boot. I drop everything post-haste to get the dual-pack of bottles rattling unpleasantly with their full capacity of rough brown pills.
The bottle sits in the medicine cabinet. No one I tracks it, at least not very closely. No one I thinkso much about it. Everyone knows I need it from time to time. It’s there, but he’s more incapacitated than usual.
What’s wrong, I ask?
"Oh, I needed them but I couldn’t find it" Love of my life, didn’t we decide on the spot together-- Never mind. From here on out it lives right here, right at your desk along both your sight-lines from every angle.
The bottle sits in the medicine cabinet on his desk, under his eye. I track it. I thinkso much about it. Everyone knows I need it from time to time. It’s there, but he’s more incapacitated than usual.
What’s wrong, I ask?
“Oh, I saw you take it from my desk so I thought it wasn’t there” Love of my life, didn’t we decide on the spot together-- Never mind. From here on out I will sit at your desk when I open it so you know it will never leave you.
The bottle backup sits in the medicine cabinet. The bottle sits stays on his desk, under his eye. I track it. I thinkso much about it. Everyone He knows I need it from time to time. It’s there, but he’s more incapacitated than usual.
What’s wrong, I ask?
“Oh, I saw you take some the other day and you’re on your period And it seemed like it was running low I couldn’t finish it while you still needed it could I” Love of my life, didn’t I say I was tracking it and weren’t you there when I bought the new ones-- Never mind. From here on out I will never touch it. It’s all yours.
The backup sits in the medicine cabinet behind his bottle. The His bottle stays on his desk, under his eye. My bottle stays in my bag, rattling unpleasantly. I track it his. I thinkso much about it his. Everyone He knows I need it from time to time. it’s his. It’s there, but he’s more incapacitated than usual.
What’s wrong, I ask? “Oh, I forgot to tell you I was running low And you know I can never remember the one in the cabinet” Love of my life, I didn’t expect you to remember the cabinet The new one was right behind the old one-- Never mind. From here on out I’ll open the new bottle and I’ll pour the old ones atop the new and I’ll discard the old bottle so you don’t get them confused.
The backup sits behind becomes his bottle. His bottle stays on his desk, under his eye. The bottle formerly his goes into the trash. My bottle stays in my bag, rattling unpleasantly. I track his. I thinkso much about his. He knows it’s his. It’s there, but he’s more incapacitated than usual.
What’s wrong, I ask?
“Oh, I saw you throw away the bottle I thought we were out” Love of my life, didn’t we talk about this last time-- Never mind. I tell him I’m so sorry. I’ll do better. From here on out, I wait until he’s asleep so that I can open the new bottle and pour the old ones atop the new and discard the old bottle so he doesn’t get them confused out of his sight, so he doesn’t think we’re out.
The backup becomes his bottle. His bottle stays on his desk, under his eye. The bottle formerly his goes into the trash doesn’t exist. This is an infinity bottle of ibuprofen. Bulk shopping has progressed so much these days. My bottle stays in my bag, rattling unpleasantly. I track his. I thinkso much about his. He knows it’s his. It’s there, but he’s more incapacitated than usual.
I choke so hard I cannot ask. What’s wrong he asks
The choking merges with a memory of excess and nausea. I slurp down an entire bottle then put my fingers down my throat so I can give it all to him. What else have I left to give?
A. Scarlet Heart
my heart’s now made of darkness,
I’ll play your game.
on my chest; draw a scarlet A;
I’ll take all the blame.
if you’re gonna brand me a villain,
I’ll light up this flame.
I’ll spark a match just to watch the
world burn in your name.
speak of the mighty devil, and she shall appear.
she’ll take everything from ya since you volunteered.
they say money’s the root of all evil,
but they’ve never met me.
I play with the devil’s advocate;
don’t dare bet against me.
get ready and heed my warning;
you ought to expect me.
a necessary evil, I had to become;
you will never forget me.
I will take you down with me to face hellish frontiers.
we’ll go to hell in a hand-basket to find what you fear.
I’ll summon my rebellious hellions,
and zip up my Reaper jacket.
I’ll melt and mix up magic to place
poison in your brass cup.
with threads of molten hot malevolence,
I’ll weave a flower basket.
rafflesias, wolfsbane, and monkey orchids,
I’ll lay them in your casket.
speak of the mighty devil, and I shall appear.
I’ll take everything from ya; for you volunteered.
you’ll go to hell in a hand-basket; I’ll learn what you fear.
you’re coming down with me to face hellish frontiers.
-kalika
