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subtile-jagden · 1 year

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Stefan George Part 1

I also recently finished this Stefan George biography. This post isn't so much a book review as an introduction to this insane man (I mean this in both a good and a bad way). It will be 2 or 3 parts as there is A LOT to say about him. This post is for fun and more about Georges private life than his works. He was a great poet though, you should check him out.

Stefan George (1868 - 1933) was a German poet and borderline cult leader. He had a very high opinion of himself (maybe justified?) and basically thought while he was still a teenager that current poetry is shit and he can do better. He spent all his time writing poems and plays and tried to get others to read them. He made connections in France and while some people there in a small circle of artists liked his work he stayed relatively unknown. This didn't stop him from claiming he is a sought out poet in France upon his return to Germany. He went around publishers and tried to get them to print his poems. After that failed he published them himself. Selling like 2 books total. You can say many things about George but the boy was dedicated and never stopped working to achieve his dreams.

He moved to Vienna for a time in his early 20s where he met the then 17-year-old Hugo von Hofmannsthal in a cafè. Hofmannsthal was a very popular playwrite later in his career, during his first encounter with George he was still a student who wrote a bit for fun. George, who by all accounts was at least bisexual more likely homosexual, fell in love. But he was kind of a creepy fellow, practically stalking young Hugo and let me tell you, while Hofmannsthal admired George and his talent, he did not reciprocate. Things escalated when George made unwanted advanced on Hofmannsthal who told his father who then told George to leave his son in peace. George and Hofmannsthal would keep contact for decades after this failed courting, with Hofmannsthal writing poems and articles for Georges publications but there was always a certain tension between them.

Hofmannsthal was the first of a long list of young men that George took a liking to. He strived to be a role model and wanted to inspire a generation of youth. In practice he did what the kids nowadays call grooming. He pursued young boys and wanted to mould them to an adult of his liking. He was basically the stranger danger we were warned about as kids. He would just speak to boys he liked on the street, follow them to find out where they live and where they go to school and would then convince their parents that he would be a fantastic mentor. He the great poet and thinker! He was very charismatic and soon had a harem of boys/men around him who worshipped him.

While living in Munich he entertained the "George-Kreis" and was also closely connected to the "Kosmiker". Notable members: Karl Wolfskehl, Ludwig Klages, Alfred Schuler. A group of free spirits with very interesting ideas that warrant its own post.

In Munich he met Maximilian Kronberger, a boy of 14 who George thought is a prophet. Kronberger was an aspiring poet himself and felt honoured that George is interested in him. When Kronberger died unexpectedly George and his circle elevated him to a god-like level, creating the "Maximin-Myth". Basically a bunch of by then grown up men worshipped a dead 16 year old.

That's all for now but Part 2 will come soon. So stay tuned for Georges wacky adventures.

#Stefan George #Poetry

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flingmetothemoon · 1 month

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Hello again, do you have any cute Sonikal Headcanon’s?

Oh hi there! Are you the same Anon who asked about the first kiss? I already appreciate your cute asks! As for your cute Sonikal headcanons, well I have come up with alot of them throughout the years so lemme see what I can do…

~~~~~~~Cute Sonikal headcanons~~~~~~~~

-Here's my possible explanation to the question that has always remained a mystery to me ever since I heard it: Even though she never once introduced herself to him, how did Sonic know Tikal's name? Shortly after Tikal's sacrifice and the birth of Angel Island. The echidna temple was rebuilt to serve as a shrine dedicated to the incident told by witnessing survivors (Makes sense because the temple is inspired by the famous Mayan temple of Tikal). During his early adventure days after meeting Knuckles, Sonic first explored the abandoned Mystic Ruins and heard about the story of a tragedy that fell upon the ancient echidna clan due to the warmongering chief's selfishness and greed and how his daughter sealed herself and the monster in the Master Emerald to stop the destruction.

-Using his ability to channel the M.E.'s power to show people/objects held in the emerald, Knuckles shows Sonic the echidna girl. (Chaos isn't seen because Tikal trapped him in her blue water ring to secure extra escape prevention) Despite essentially being fridged, Tikal actually isn't frozen or disempowered. (She mostly just sleeps when there's nothing else to do) She can still channel the M.E.'s power, transport people/objects and communicate to people And even told Sonic not to rescue her because she fears the destruction that could occur again if she and Chaos were to be set free without plan B.This makes Sonic sad and he often thinks about her even if he doesn't admit it to Tails and Amy. He can't imagine how much Tikal had to sacrifice to stop Chaos from destroying the rest of the world – her freedom, her old friends and family, her opportunity to enjoy life without watching her home turn into a war zone just so everyone else can enjoy those privileges. Not only does she remind him of someone he vaguely remembers in the past, but he also knew what it was like to be confined into stasis for a long period of time due to a tragedy, except she had to go through this ALOT longer. He wants to save her so badly. 😢

-Sonic’s most challenging yet rewarding battle after SA1 is Perfect Chaos. There's not a whole lot to be afraid of when he's basically an invincible Super Saiyan who can easily beat Eggbutt’s robots on a regular basis, but what makes Chaos a unique rival to Sonic before Shadow is the fact that not only is he literally a body of one of his weaknesses: Water, (The fact he is powerful enough to trap him in water and drown him if he can sure as heck doesn't help) but he initially viewed him as another one of those baddies of the week he'll simply kick the butt of as usual, but Tikal, the girl Sonic wanted to help out the most, showed him Chaos was actually that once kind, gentle monster from that historical incident she had to suffer to tame. It was pretty scary for Sonic to tame a literal water God with a whole flood around him, but boy it was worth it! Now he can rest reassured that Tikal and the calmed down water creature found peace again and can start a new happier life. Now he just makes sure she gets the comfort and new friends and adventures she might need to heal from her trauma at any opportunity he gets.

-Sonic is one of the few modern friends of hers Tikal trusts the most to have a listening ear when she wants comfort when she feels down from her memories of her old life and family she lost so the pain and sorrow inside her wouldn't consume the qualities that made her lovable amongst her former people: Love, joy, kindness & hope. Ever since that day, Sonic was the light to her gloomy darkness. Thanks to him, Tikal doesn’t have to fridge herself or Chaos for another 5000+ years until another madman comes and uses Chaos as a weapon of destruction, she can now have a chance to live a more happier, peaceful life, make herself a new home, make new friends, have new adventures, have more freedom and even be a new hero alongside her light. Tikal is anointed as the new chieftain of her new friends one day much to her surprise and dismay because she now associates a chieftain with her father, who used his position of power to harm others. But Sonic and his other friends reassures her that she'll be a fine chieftain and use her position of power to do good instead of bad, to help those in need and advocate for peace and harmony.

-Even when away from each other, Sonic and Tikal still find ways to communicate with each other from long distances due to their interesting telepathy ability and their creative ways of communicating to the emeralds, particularly when they are relaxing at the end of the day and they don't have anything else to do or anyone else to talk to. Due to their connection to the emeralds’ energy, they can also feel each other's energy when touching each other and feeling a certain emotion. When one is stressed and another is calm and touches the stressed one, the calm, positive energy transmits into the stressed one, and they also calm down. Sonic (Even though he doesn't want to admit it due to him not normally being a physical touchy kind of person) and Tikal likes to hug and hold hands for a reason.

-Tikal didn't really get to explore the world outside of her home place in her life. So for their dates, Sonic takes her to explore a new fun adventure and try new things, whether it's beautiful scenery or a new cuisine. Tikal has a high spice tolerance and loves chili peppers, not only does she like chili dogs as much as Sonic does, maybe it's not spicy enough to her and she often tries to make it spicier by using spices and/or hot sauce. Both her and Sonic often have fun eating spicy food together and watching their less spice tolerant friends suffering. 😂 And they also like to hang out at beaches and the sunflower field of course. They also like to spend a quiet peaceful day together hanging out at a chao garden and parenting the chao as if they're their children. And although Sonic doesn’t want to swim for obvious reasons, he doesn’t mind joining in a pool where Tikal is swimming in long as he simply sits on a stair step where he can still feel a body of water on half of his body while knowing he can easily get out if he starts getting uncomfortable. He surprisingly finds pure peace and serenity when he just chills that way.

-Tikal also sometimes joins Sonic in defending small, helpless critters from Eggman. She despises that guy ever since he fueled her closest friend's anger and used him as a weapon of destruction. Just imagine how she would feel about him when she learns he also takes small, helpless, innocent critters and uses them as machine batteries and pollutes the environment around them. She would not kill him, but she will wreck his replaceable machine's good with her gymnastic warrior moves and her newfounded spiritual powers she can get creative with. Forming orbs with her hands? Fling them as bombs. Wanna create a spiritual border to trap Eggman to keep him from causing trouble? Call this girl. Summoning lightning? Causing stunning earthquakes with a slam of a palm? Hydrokinesis? Shovel claw whenever Knuckles isn't using it? She got it. Mix that with Sonic’s speed, boosts, spindashes strong enough to create underground tunnels, his super form and whirlwind forming and you sure get one heck of a power couple that gives even Superman and Wonder Woman a run for their money. Whirlwind + Water = Waterspout

-It took a while for these two to decide to get married due to their own things to do and their own issues to work on. But when Tikal finally uses her position as the new chieftain to propose to Sonic with a golden ring, they come up with a very creative wedding ceremony idea that fits for both of their personalities. Both are a bit introverted, but also like to spend time with their friends and make them feel included in the happy memories, But they're also worried about how Amy would react to Sonic marrying someone who is not her. So for their wedding day, they hosted a “fancy party" and put on a dress and tuxedo respectively, but didn't make them look too obviously like wedding gowns. They had fun food and dancing as usual, but Sonic and Tikal sneaked their vows and the kiss the bride ritual when everyone else isn't looking and then he'll bridal-carry her and run into the night to their honeymoon. Their interactions after their marriage aren’t even that different from their normal interactions. Yes, there’s a few kisses and cuddles here and there (They prefer to kiss and cuddle in isolated areas where it's more intimate for them), but they mostly just keep doing what they’ve been doing.

Welp, that’s all I can think of without letting you wait for my answer for much longer. I hope you enjoy reading my headcanons. Cya next time!

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vickyvicarious · 4 years

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OMG your tags on that Eliot/Experimental Job gifset!!!! And especially "eliot just becomes that abyss staring back" because wow a) what an amazing phrasing and b) the general tone of incredibly sad but beautiful reading of the scene/character/background. Such an amazing scene and phenomenal acting and writing.

(the post and little tag meta in question.)

Ahaha, thank you! It really struck me - that scene has always gotten to me. Not only is Eliot’s part in that whole episode showcasing a part of him we rarely see so clearly, but that particular scene involves him weaponizing it. He so often is assured in his skills, enjoys being underestimated and then showing off and freaking people out with his competency, but it’s almost always softer than here. It’s nonlethal, it’s him using his skill to take his opponents down but not permanently. He generally has fun fighting, you can see it on his face. Only when things get serious does he get like this - not to say he doesn’t take his opponents seriously usually, but the level of intensity and lethality he displays is totally different.

One of the earliest scenes where you see him not messing around in this way is when he just grabs that gun the thug has tucked in his belt in The Miracle Job. It’s not nearly as intense, and honestly just comes off hilarious in the scene, but it also stands out to me as an early moment where he just moves forward and very deliberately shuts his opposition down by exposing the vast difference between their perceived toughness and someone who is actually deadly. You stick your gun in your pants to show off you have a gun? That’s not scary. What’s scary is the man you were trying to threaten stepping right up into your space and holding the trigger ready to fire directly into your junk.

This is that same kind of psych-out, except with far more rage behind it, and no physical threat whatsoever. Nothing directly stated or even too openly implied. But Eliot (who is literally resisting torture before and after this conversation) says just enough, lets his voice and gaze and complete calm say the rest. This man is completely out of his league in trying to get into Eliot’s head, and Eliot shows him that.

I love it. It’s really badass, really scary like I said, and honestly, yeah. Very sad. Because in order to do that sort of thing, you have to be genuinely deadly. You have to be the kind of person who has done those sorts of things. Not just fighting, but deliberate murder. Not just once, but enough that hesitation is a choice rather than an instinct. Eliot can, has, and if the situation required potentially would again be able to calmly kill someone. And that’s one of the other scariest parts of his little speech: he mentions names, who begged, who didn’t, he mentions “what food was on their breath” and that’s the one that floors me. That means he was up close and personal with them. Not just physically - to remember something like that, something so specific, means there is no mental distancing whatsoever. It’s no sniping from a distance, or pressing a button to set off a bomb, and not really processing that you just killed a person. Eliot was there every time, he did that and he knows it and will never forget. He regrets what he’s done so much, but he doesn’t waste time just wallowing in guilt any more than he blames anyone else: the fact is that he killed those people. It’s done. And his acceptance of that, combined with his certainty that he’s already brought upon himself the worst sort of torture by doing so, allows him to have these moments.

He knows what he’s done, knows he can do it again. He doesn’t want to, but Eliot already knows how to live with himself after the fact. And when he shows that in this scene, it is such a powerful moment. I do stand by “abyss staring back” because honestly, when you watch that guy’s face - look at how smug he still is in the third gif. Then when Eliot starts talking in the fourth, his eyes are caught. He is pulled in, staring, gets so still and so unnerved. He can’t look away until Eliot finishes and the moment is broken, and at that point he is shaken. Trying not to show it but he can’t even fully meet Eliot’s eyes.

I really, really do love that scene so much. Like you said: great idea, fantastic execution.

#leverage #eliot spencer #leverage meta #angelrtsy95 #replies #my meta #thanks for giving me even more reason to babble about this scene #this is a trope i tend to love: the soldier who has done horrible things and is now dedicated to peace #ranging from old cowboy films to like... uncle iroh #but eliot is such an excellent case of it because he's not really retired #he just chose to use his skills - the same ones that did all that horrible stuff - for something better #and he did so early and he never stopped. his dedication to peace isn't just settling down on a ranch somewhere and never fighting again #it's actively doing good in the world #idk i love it

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os-hyoideum · 3 years

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"I have come to a coclusion." Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!plus size!Reader

"i figured out why you're so into me… it's because wherever you grab it feels like a boob" (my inspo, in the form of my stupid thought - I wanted to do a few more of my fav characters, but we'll see)

Word count: 1263 Content: Pro!Shinsou (over 18), fluff (I think), funny (I hope), slighly just suggestive at the end (letting out a perv a bit, but just teensy bit), plus size/chubby/fat Reader, Reader has nipple piercings (I just think everyone -who wants them ofc- deserves them), Reader has big? (heavy) boobies

a/n: Like I'm never inspired to write, this time I just did (and had fun, surprisingly... it's that Shiso brainrot 😔). This is literally THE SECOND time I have ever written something (that isn't an academic essay) in English. Also, THE FIRST time using the second person in writing, but I wanted to try. It's just some quick fic, so enjoy! Also, sorry for, perhaps, a weird use of commas, I don't think I'm ever gonna be able to put them correctly everywhere.

Hitoshi let out a relieved sigh once he stepped over the threshold to your shared apartment.

It wasn’t anything particularly special, with its open space kitchen-living room combo, bathroom, and decently sized bedroom, but it was a home that brought him comfort after hard days (or nights) of work. Particularly, when it was an unexpected task of giving the talk to aspiring heroes at his former high school - UA.

It was a bit weird for him to get home during late afternoon, as his usual night patrols made him used to getting back at rather early morning hours, but still, he was just glad to be finally in the comfort of his own place.

After taking his shoes off and walking a bit more inside, he was met with a sight to behold (by his own requirements).

There, laying face down on a couch was you, clothed only in a pair of black panties and a sports bra. Electric fan, standing on a side table, was blowing straight onto your exposed back. Hitoshi supposed it wasn’t anything particularly strange, given it was the middle of summer and, additionally, you must have been tired from your work trip; nevertheless, he decided to ask.

“Well, hello there,” he started, crossing his arms and quirking an eyebrow, “That’s a nice view of your ass, but why are you basically naked?”

You propped yourself on your elbows and turned your head back to look at him. The breeze from the fan stung your eyes a bit, so you sat up straight and faced Hitoshi properly. Partly, to just be able to admire him (like usual) and, partly, so the breeze would still be directed towards your back.

“First of all: it’s hot as hell today. I have never been more grateful for our AC… that still was not enough, but well…” You listed lifting one finger up.

“Okay, fair.” Hitoshi nodded. He looked at you lifting another finger.

“Second of all: I had a little, hmm… mirror sesh? I guess it could be called like that.”

Hitoshi knew exactly what you meant and instantly was put on alert. He did not know what to expect from the outcome. You weren’t particularly insecure, but drops in confidence happen to everyone, at the best of times. Having a truce with your body didn’t mean an endless peace.

He looked at you with intensity, looking for any indicators of feeling low, but relaxed a bit seeing you being at least in a neutral, if not even good, mood.

“Oh? Is that so?”

You stood up, the slight jiggle of your soft body not concealed by anything. He had seen you bare many times before (like, a lot of times), but still caught himself admiring the patterns your stretch marks drew upon your skin. He knew it’s not anything special, quite the natural part of the human body, yet he still saw some intricate artistic thought behind it.

“Yes,” you said, putting one hand on your hip and gesticulating with the other, “and you know how I, personally, feel about myself. Like, sometimes it’s good, sometimes bad, nothing new, right?” You asked rather rhetorically, to which Hitoshi still nodded slightly, listening from behind a bar piece separating your kitchen and living space.

“BUT,” you emphasized and pointed a finger at him,” today I was wondering in particular, why YOU like THIS-” you paused to encircle your body with one hand “-so much. And I have come to a conclusion”

Hitoshi hummed and took a sip of iced coffee he took from the fridge in the meantime.

“Yeah? And what’s your conclusion then?”

“You are so attracted to me because everywhere you touch feels like a boob.”

That was an unexpected sentence that left your lips; so unexpected actually, that Hitoshi almost choked on his coffee. Luckily though, he did not. Not paying much attention to your could-have-died significant other, you continued with your reasonings.

“Arm? Boob.” You squeezed your upper arm to emphasize. “Tummy?” A little squeeze creating a roll between your fingers. “Boob.” You propped your leg on the couch to poke at your inner thigh. “Thigh? Boob. Calf? Boob. See? Everything’s a boobie!”

Hitoshi just laughed looking at your excited expression, he assumed from coming to such boob-tastic revelation. He fixed his black headband, keeping his beautiful hair out of his face, and pointed at your leg.

“Well, I don’t remember your boobs being quite so hairy. Though my memory might be failing, after all this time.” He said with a chuckle, hinting at your two weeks of separation, due to your dreadful trip.

“How DARE you!” You gasped dramatically and threw a pillow that Hitoshi expertly caught with a laugh. “Are you shaming my body hair?”

“Oh, of course not,” he smirked playfully, “I quite like your hairy legs.”

With a slightly frustrated groan, you fell on the couch and loudly sighing slid off onto the floor. Sitting behind your low coffee table, you tilted your head down and glared at Hitoshi from under your eyebrows. He knew someone could have gotten scared had they been on the receiving end, but spending so much time with you, he was used to it and just found it amusing. Seeing the lack of reaction from him, you just stood up and walked towards the bar to stand in front of him.

“If you don’t stop, I WILL sit on you.”

Hitoshi quirked an eyebrow at you and turned around. He took a step towards the kitchen sink and, after turning the water on, splashed his face.

“What are you doing?” You asked, not quite expecting him to start washing his face in the middle of a conversation.

After taking a small, clean kitchen towel to dry himself off, he looked you straight in the eye.

“Prepping your seat, baby.”

You stared at him for a few seconds with wide eyes, before slowly clapping and nodding with approval.

“Huh… outstanding move. True dedication to a joke.”

“I wasn’t joking.” But you already knew that.

“Damn…” You started, holding his intense gaze. “Okay, Mr Shinsou, you’re on.”

He looked you up and down with an expression of a man starved.

“You’re in for a ride…” But you already knew that too. “Mrs Shinsou.”

“I’m not Mrs Shinsou.”

“Not yet.” You knew it was mostly playful banter since neither of you was in a rush to make your relationship official. It was comfortable enough, to the point actually, that others did mistake you for a married couple at times. So it turned into a joke, being called by his name.

“Alright…” You smiled softly at him before your expression became much more devious. “Wanna take a shower before I take my rightful place upon my throne?”

Without waiting for his response, you pulled your sports bra over your head. In an instant, Hitoshi’s gaze fell onto your heavy chest. Decorated with shining metal nipples perked up, due to the slight chill from the AC and the fan, both working at full capacity. You turned around and walked towards the bathroom with a nice sway in your hips. In the doorway, you slid your panties off and threw them at Hitoshi with a heated look from behind your shoulder.

He caught them with one hand and, looking you straight in the eyes, brought them to his face. He took a long breath in, taking in your scent mixed with sweat that almost made him dizzy with desire.

He put his cup into the sink and, with your panties in hand, followed you into the bathroom.

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shoutaaizawas · 4 years

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Could I request a scenario please? I have an idea where the fact that Aizawa isn't around that much and they barely spend any time together takes a toll on his s/o but she doesn't say anything about how much it bothers her. Aizawa finds out how lonely she feels when he comes home to her sleeping cuddled up to one of his shirts with a tear stained face

thank you for this request and for your patience. i really enjoyed writing this~

↳ aizawa shouta x reader → miss you

summary: it’s been a while since you’ve spent any time with shouta and it finally gets to you word count: 1.2k+ tags/warnings: light angst, hurt/comfort

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Being a pro hero was hard work that required long hours and a lot of devotion. Being a teacher was also hard work that required long hours and a lot of devotion. They were both respectable jobs. That was something you understood when you started dating Aizawa Shouta.

You promised yourself that you would always be understanding and never make him feel bad for doing what he dedicated himself to do. He had even thanked you for being so understanding multiple times. There were some nights he couldn’t make your dates or he asked if you both could stay in and relax instead of going out.

You truly didn’t mind, his devotion to his work was one of the things that made you respect himself so much.

When he asked you to move in with him you thought that it would mean you’d get more time with him.

You were sorely wrong.

The first night after you had officially moved in you decided to make a nice dinner for both of you to celebrate. You set the table up with candles and opened a bottle of wine that he loved. You even made his favorite meal. You knew he got home late so you made sure to have it all prepared later than most would eat dinner.

You sat at the table sipping on your glass of wine, snacking on a piece of bread as you waited for him. As time got later and later you figured he was going to be home a lot later than expected. You cleaned everything up and put the leftovers in the fridge leaving a note on the counter letting him know there was food in the fridge.

You went to bed only waking up when Aizawa eventually got home and crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around you.

“Thank you for dinner.” He mumbled against your ear before pressing a kiss against the back of your neck.

You gave him a half-awake ‘you’re welcome’ before falling back asleep. You had been sad about dinner but having him home safe and holding you made up for it.

Much to your dismay, this wasn’t a one-time incident. Most nights he wasn’t home till after midnight. You tried to stay up but you had your job that you had to get up for.

It started to feel like you were living alone, the only times you ever saw him home while you were awake he was too busy grading papers to spend time with you.

You didn’t want to be needy, you didn’t want to whine. You refused to. But things were beginning to take a toll on you even if you didn’t want to admit it.

It had been a bad day. You had barely gotten any sleep last night, you had a headache all day, and your boss was being terrible to you. You opened the door to your shared apartment wishing Shouta would be home and you could crawl into his arms and pretend nothing else existed.

But of course, he wasn’t.

You took a shower changing into your bedclothes. You didn’t even care about eating tonight you just wanted to go to sleep and pretend nothing else existed. All you wanted was to be with Shouta but you knew he wouldn’t be home anytime soon.

You went to your bedroom looking for one of Shouta’s shirts. You went to the living room, curling up on the couch. You clutched the shirt to your chest, taking a deep breath pretending that he was there with you. It was soothing but it somehow made you even sadder.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you couldn’t keep them from spilling. You missed Shouta so much, all you wanted to be a little time with him and you couldn’t remember the last time you had that. You felt selfish, you felt like a bad girlfriend. You cried and cried until you finally fell asleep.

☾

Aizawa had a long day. His shoulders felt heavy as he made his way home. All he wanted to do was crawl into bed with you. He knew he had been so busy lately. He wanted more than anything to spend more time with you but he just hadn’t had the time.

Walking into your shared apartment he was surprised to find the light off. Normally you left the lamp on in the living room for him before you went to bed. He turned on the lights and was even more surprised to see you curled up on the couch asleep without a blanket.

He walked over to you, as he got closer he saw that you had something clutched to your chest. It was one of his shirts. He kneeled down, stroking your cheek. He realized that you looked like you had been crying. His heart broke at the sight. He didn’t know what it was that made you cry but he was already disappointed in himself for not being there for you.

He picked you up, carrying you to bed. He placed you underneath the covers before tucking you in. After he quickly showered before changing and crawling into bed with you.

He laid facing you, thumb brushing across your cheeks wiping away the tears that he hadn’t been there for. You let out a noise, eyes slowly opening taking in the sight of him.

“Baby?” You said, moving towards him.

“I’m right here.” He said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close.

“I missed you so much.” You said, the tears welling up in your eyes.

“What’s happened?” He asked you.

“I had a really bad day, all I wanted to do was-” You paused for a second wondering if you should tell him. You didn’t want to make him feel back about doing his job. Your tears started falling before you could stop them.

“Please tell me what’s wrong.” He begged.

“I just wanted to be in your arms. I’ve missed you so much. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” You cried, pressing your face into his chest. “I wish I was a better girlfriend and I wasn’t so needy.”

Aizawa’s heart broke. He was a terrible boyfriend. He had been neglecting you. You deserved to have someone there to talk to about your day. You deserved to have someone eat the food you cooked with them, not heat up the leftovers in the middle of the night.

“I’m sorry, I need to do better. You’re not needy, you deserve all the time and attention you want.” He said, lifting your head up from his chest. “I promise I’ll do better if you give me the chance.”

“Of course I will.” You told him.

“I’ll take off the next couple of days and we can do whatever you want, yeah?” He said, holding your cheek in his warm hand.

“That sounds amazing, Shouta.” You said.

“Good.” He said. “Did you eat dinner?”

“No.”

“Let’s order something, alright. We don’t have to get up early tomorrow.” He said. “We can spend the night together.”

And you did just that. Aizawa ordered your favorite take out from that place that was open late. You sat on the couch together, candles lit on your coffee table. You both talked about your week and caught up on everything you had been missing. It was nice, it was so peaceful.

It made you heart full spending time with him. As you fell asleep that night, wrapped tightly in his arms you knew everything would be okay. Aizawa never broke his promises and you looked forward to all the time you would get to spend with him.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa #shouta x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #mha #bnha writing #requests #pastelkitten615

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