I Think, Probably Denki Or Izuku🤧❤️

When you start reading a BL and get emotional invested in their relationship.

How sad can I get😭

Cough cough DABI cough cough gosh I must be sick😷

i love stories about betrayal i love depravity i love tragedy i love miscommunication i love backstabbing i love when characters encourage each other to be worse i love dysfunctional partners i love misfits & i love it most of all when they are bisexual

When you can finally play Twisted Wonderland on mobile

Now tell me why I want to dress up THE Tsukkishima Kei in a frilly Lolita dress with a bow and matching heels. Then proceed to fuck him into oblivion until he’s a drooling mess.

But oh no…He stained his dress…Well now I suppose I have to punish him… Gosh I didn’t see this coming🥸

Now tell me why Izuku Midoriya isn’t in my bed in between my legs rn?🤨 The math is not mathing✋

I just finished shoveling the snow and all I can think about is shoveling with Shoto and how he’d try to melt all the ice away. Then he would proceed to slip on the frozen water the next day.

Absolutely it has❤️

Please reblog this if fanfiction has been beneficial to your mental health.

Currently working on an Izuku fic and it’s taking up all my time and killing me inside to get it right <3

Love

Dazai x Reader (Tw: Toxic relationship, forcing feelings onto another, just a bad relationship)

Love. Everyone wants to be loved, right? You were not different, you wanted to be loved, just not by him. Not the way he loved you.

His love was different from what you had been told love was meant to be. Not a single moment did you have to yourself for he followed you wherever you went like your shadow.

You were aware of how he felt for he confessed his love for you every waking moment yet such grand gestures you disliked.

Love was meant to be gentle and slow; he was anything but, you felt that you almost had an obligation to return his feelings with the way he forced them upon you with such passion.

Love was meant to be giving the other freedom knowing that you could trust them. Freedom was a foreign concept in your relationship as he intruded into your other friendships consistently.

Never did he leave you to your own devices constantly impeding upon your tasks with his pointless confessions of love. Never did he ask if this is what you wanted or if you had loved him back, he just assumed the reciprocation of his feelings.

Brown eyes you had once found beautiful, you now found their gaze to be alarming and uncomfortable. His love was obsessive, you were the thief of a heart you never meant to steal and did not know how to give it back.

For Dazai Osamu you were a breath of fresh air, and personally you had never felt more suffocated.

When your professor gives a creative writing assignment so you clean up and make one of your Atsushis fics sound nice remove some names and submit it

She’ll never know it was a fan fiction😍