Nicotine | Aizawa Shota x Reader
Summary ~ When you started dating Shota, you knew what you were signing up for. What you didn’t expect to happen was for everything between you both to come crumbling down, leaving you pinned beneath the rubble and Shota not even realizing it.
Tags/Warnings ~ Minors DNI, NSFW content, Inspired by Nicotine by Panic at the Disco, hurt no comfort, angst, failed relationship, past relationship neglect, cursing, break up, sad ending, use of Y/N
Note ~ Hey Lovelies, I wrote this one night when I was craving some angst, lol. I did include some of the lyrics from Nicotine, sorry if it's cringe. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy the read? It is very angst forward so.. I don't know.. trigger warning..? Love and appreciate you, Lovelies! <3
You had shown up to his apartment not long after he called..
Again.
As soon as you were through the door, the two of you had dove right into sloppily making out and pawing off each other’s clothing..
Again.
You two had taken your heaving chests, kiss bitten lips, panted moans, and lust heated bodies straight to his bedroom without having a proper conversation beforehand..
Again!
You let out a loud moan, your orgasm taking over your mind, as Shota gives one last thrust and groans into your mouth in one last open-mouthed sloppy kiss as he cums. He stays on top of you for a moment, lazily making out with you, before he slowly pulls out and flops onto his back next to you.
As you both lay there panting and coming down from your highs you close your eyes. Shota slowly gets up, tying off the condom and heading to the bathroom to throw it away and clean himself up.
The post-orgasm clarity hits you and the feeling of disappointment fills you as you sit up. You let out a heavy sigh as you rub your hands over your still flushed face and swing your legs over the side of the bed. Your eyes scan the floor for your clothes, more negative and heavy emotions stacking themselves on top of the disappointment. Collecting your clothes from off of the floor, you start to get dressed.
“What are you doing?” Shota asks from the doorway of the bathroom, startling you a bit.
You don’t turn around to face him because you know that his face is either it’s usual tired disinterest or it’s occasional tired confusion.
“I’m getting dressed.” You state, attempting to make your tone blank and void of emotion.
“That much was obvious, (Y/N). Why are you getting dressed?” He says, his tone slightly more irritated than normal.
“This was a mistake, Shota.” You bite out, already feeling the sting of tears in your eyes.
You feel the bed dip behind you and hear Shota let out an exasperated breath as he sits down heavily.
“You said that the last three times we.. did this. I don’t understand what the problem i-”
“The problem is that we are stuck in this horrible on and off situation, Shota. I.. I can’t do it anymore..” You say, cutting him off and trying so desperately to keep your tone controlled and even.
“The only reason we’re ‘on and off’ is because you thought that being with a Pro Hero who also teaches full-time would be a walk in the fucking park, (Y/N).” Shota angrily spits, both of you still sitting with your backs facing each other.
A bitter rage floods your body and you lose the will to hold back any longer, “I never thought that, Shota! I knew it would be difficult but I was ready to put in the effort required to make it fucking work! I poured so much effort int-”
“I did, t-” Shota’s raised voice cut you off but you only let him get those couple of words out before doing the same.
“In the beginning you did, yes! But where did it go, Shota?!” You yell, turning around to face him.
“(Y/N)..” He growls out but you don’t let him get any further, once again, as everything that you’ve been trying to bury bubbles out of you.
“It’s been a year since our last date! A fucking year! All we do anymore is sleep, fuck, and go to work! I can barely remember the last meal we shared together! I fucking understood what it was that I had signed up for but it got to a point where I didn’t even feel like we were in a relationship anymore!” You continue yelling, your whole body heated from anger and tears streaming down your face.
“Y- you’re.. You’re worse than nicotine, Shota! I keep telling myself ‘one more hit and then we’re through’ but I can’t fucking stay away from you! It’s like I can constantly taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you! Every single day, whether I’m with or without you, fucking hurts!” Your yells crumble into choked sobs and you bury your face into your hands.
Shota is standing across from you, the bed between you both, just staring at you in silence. His eyes are the slightest bit shiny, his face is scrunched up as if he is in pain, and it’s the most emotion that you’ve seen on his face in a year. His mouth opens and closes a few times but no words come out. You compose yourself enough to look up at him with a heated glare.
“Did you even love me back the same way I loved you, Shota?” You ask bitterly. You’re met with more silence and nod your head with a dry, humorless chuckle.
“We’re done for real this time, Aizawa. Don’t fucking call me again.” You spit out as you gather the rest of your stuff and make your way out of his apartment.
You sit in your car for a few minutes screaming and choking on hard sobs over the pain of your heart shattering. “This was the last fucking time!! I fucking swear it!!” You scream at your steering wheel, praying to any and every higher power that may be out there to give you the strength to resist getting one more fucking hit.
Note ~ Someone please tell me that I am not the only one who will actively seek out angst, sometimes.. Is it healthy? Probably not. Will I continue to look for or write angst? Yes. Anyways, thank you all so much for the love! My amazing Lovelies, I love and appreciate all of you! <3
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warning. spoilers for atsv.
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"You miss her, don't you?"
The sudden voice made his eyes widen in shock. Quickly, he turns off the screen he was looking at and turns around to face you. His breath is heavy, his brows were furrowed, and for a split second, you expect him to lunge at you, rip your vocal chords out. Instead, he only presses his lips together in a thin line, hiding his fangs that were previously bared. His gaze lowers and he slowly turns his back to face you, placing his hands on the desk. His head hung low, confirming your suspicion: he indeed missed her.
Your eyes soften slightly. You take a step forward, one that doesn't go unnoticed by Miguel. Still, he doesn't say anything. He doesn't push you away, like he does to the rest. You take this as a sign to keep going, so you do just that. You walk on the platform, right behind him. The silence kills the both of you, but neither of you have the courage to speak. But are words really necessary when all you need to know is written all over his face?
A sigh escapes his lips. His brows aren't as furrowed as they were before. You don't know what's going on inside his head, but you knew he was thinking of Gabriella. You extend your hand, reaching for his shoulder, but a low growl stopped you in your tracks. He just wasn't ready yet, and you had to accept that. You slowly retracted your hand, lowering your eyes to the ground as you sighed. You turned around and walked off the platform, making your way out of his office.
As you walked away, you could hear him shifting in his place, straightening his back and pressing many buttons on the screens he opened again. You closed your eyes and walked through the door, leaving Miguel in utter silence.
Save him, for he doesn't know what he's doing.
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i remember everything.
(yes i listened to the song while writing this..)
Why am I doing this? I think as I hit send, knowing it’s over. Knowing that we can’t go back.
Why am I okay with hitting send? What part of me keeps me talking to him? None of it was okay- none of it is okay.
So why? Why do I still get nauseous when I think of him with another girl? Why do I get that sinking feeling when I realize it truly is never going to be what it once was.
I hate that I can remember everything still. I hate how I can easily remember how in love I was. I hate how I can remember how you looked at me with nothing but love and adoration. I despise the way I remember everything.
The way you called me beautiful when I was standing in front of you crying because I was insecure. The way at first, when I’d tear up, you’d just hold me and let me cry it out. The way you’d tell me to call you or text you anytime I needed you, day or night but I didn’t want to be a bother.
The way I found out everything. The way I would cry until I had asthma attacks. The way I gave all of me. The way I threw up as soon as I got home that day. The way I held in tears when we’d make eye contact in the hallway. Everything.
I’m devastated. Heartbroken. It still feels like everything I’d grown to know and love was ripped right from my very hands. Like my heart was ripped from my chest and I watched the blood pour out, yet there was nothing I could do about it, only see what was happening in disbelief.
I still can’t comprehend this.
I never would’ve believed you would’ve done this to me, or anyone.
I guess I was just naive and in love.
But I just thought you would’ve never done this. God, not you.
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Scared of Murderous Mind
I feel a target on my back
Whenever I go outside
When I’m riding in my car
I check the mirrors for you dear
When I’m walking to the store
I check first before I walk in the door
When I eat at the diner
I feed a bite to my pet
The fact that we left it this way
Fills my heart with regret
I flew too close to the sun of course
Because you are a shining star
Now that I’ve left
I can’t escape your light no matter how far
I hear rattling in my dreams
I get twisted in the sheets
Waking soaked in sweat
Babe, you got me feeling regret
I’m scared for my life
Picturing you with a knife
My back aches with pain
Thinking of you stabbing insane
What could I do to get you off my back?
Nothing worthy I can think of
Girl, I’m reaching out
Will you think of better times love?
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