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[lunarfleur]

“Anyone'd be better off... not going through all that miserable, tragic crap!”

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Confessing - Tenya Iida

A/N: Takes place after the war, reader is in the hero course, Iida’s eyes are red like in the manga because I say so, I tried to keep it as in-character as possible..

Warnings: None!

It was unlike Tenya to be so jittery.

He couldn’t help it, though. Not when you were standing right in front of him, in all your glory, looking better than he thought was humanly possible.

It had all started his first year at U.A. You were a classmate, another hardworking student on their path to becoming a hero. At first, you were simply admirable like the rest of the hero course students. Tenya had never paid anymore mind to you than everyone else. However, as the year went on his affections for you turned to be more than that of “just a classmate.” He adored you. His normally calm attitude seemed to vanish whenever you were near. You could turn him to goo just by looking at him. He was putty in your hands.

“Iida, you can go. It’s okay.”

You looked up at where he stood by the doorframe. He was still in his hero costume, but his helmet sat on a chair nearby. He seemed to loom over you.

“Nonsense,” he said firmly. “It is my responsibility as class president to ensure the safety of my classmates.”

“I’m in Recover Girl’s good hands.”

His cheeks were pink, and his eyes always seemed to meet every inch of your face except your eyes. No matter what, Iida never made eye contact with you.

Except that one time.

The war had ended not even an hour ago. Iida was exhausted. Battered. Bruised. Aching. Hurting all over. Yet still, he ran to you. His big hands clasped you on the shoulders tightly. They shook.

“Are you hurt?” He had asked so adamantly. You couldn’t ignore the way it drove you a little crazy.

“Of course you are,” He nodded, his eyes dancing around the room. “I’m simply to make sure you get to your dorm safely.”

“Why do you do that?” You asked suddenly. His eyes flickered to yours, then away again. It seemed he was looking at your nose this time.

“What do you mean?” He asked slowly, almost nervously.

“You never look me in the eye, Iida.”

Tenya hesitated. His breath got caught in his throat. His heart was skipping beats. What seemed like thousands of questions raced through his mind. Were you catching on to his feelings? Were you upset? Uncomfortable? And most importantly, if he revealed his truest affections to you, how could you react?

“I do apologize,” he stammered stiffly. “I don’t mean anything impolite by it.”

“What aren’t you telling me?”

You couldn’t help but be hopeful. Iida was the perfect guy. He was smart, polite, responsible, kind, and—in your humble opinion—incredibly handsome. Tenya Iida was completely and utterly tantalizing.

You watched him intently. He wiped his hands on the pants of his suit nervously—having already taken off some of his armor. He stood up straight and stiff and took a breath.

“(Y/N).” Slowly, he stepped forward. His soft red eyes finally met yours.

“Iida?”

“I would…like to get to know you better,” he muttered softly. Then he sighed. “I would like to take you out. I would like to spend all the time in the world with you. And I,” he hesitated, “would like you to call me Tenya.”

At this point, Tenya was convinced he should turn around and sprint the other way. He had no way of knowing what was going on inside your head. Was the feeling mutual? Were you happy? Were you nervous? He could feel the beads of sweat dripping down his back. He pulled at the fabric around his neck.

You sighed loudly. A huge weight seemed to lift off your shoulders.

“Tenya.”

[butchfagminotaur]

i don’t know how to explain to you people that no matter what a country’s government is like i do not and will not support the US indiscriminately bombing that country’s civilians and i don’t know why that’s a controversial take tbh

[butchfagminotaur]

“oh iran is a dictatorship!” “oh palestine is homophobic!” i don’t care like literally i don’t care that’s not a problem to be solved by other countries blowing innocent people up

[lunarfleur]

New fic soon! Maybe!

[lunarfleur]

Late Night Loving ~ M. Fushiguro

A/N: It’s certainly been a while…I’m trying to get back into writing again. I’ve recently been rewatching JJK so I just had to get back on here. Enjoy this blurb!

Summary: After a long day of killing curses, you and your lover find peace in one another.

It goes without saying that the life of a Jujutsu Sorcerer was one of constant, back-breaking labor. Recently, Yaga had been giving out back-to-back missions without hesitation. You spent more time killing curses than you did at school.

A knock sounded at your door. You looked from your spot at your desk. Papers and textbooks were sprawled out across the table in disarray. It wasn’t like you had had much time to clean.

“Come in,” you called. The door opened, and Megumi stepped in.

His dark hair was wet and, somehow, even messier than normal. He wore a black t-shirt and pajama pants that hung loosely off his frame. His eyes hung low with exhaustion, and you could practically feel his tension from where you sat. He looked stiff. He looked tired.

“You look like shit,” you snorted at him, although you had no real energy to laugh about anything.

“I could say the same thing to you.”

Megumi sat on the edge of your bed. His eyes bore into you.

“How was your mission?” You asked, turning to look at him. He sure did look good.

“Same as always,” he said tiredly, “you?”

“Same as always.”

You stood up and walked to your bed. Without hesitation, Megumi pulled you into him. His head rested on your stomach, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist.

“Can I sleep in here tonight?” His voice was low. In all honesty, the two of you were bound to end up sleeping together. Naturally, you couldn’t find it in you to say no.

The lights were out in mere minutes. Megumi laid behind you, a firm hold on your waist. His lips found your shoulder. He placed soft, gentle kisses across your skin and you rubbed his hand with your thumb in response. He smelled faintly of his body wash and shampoo–a scent you had grown to love almost too much. Megumi was warm and cozy. Lying with him after such a long day felt like coming in from the cold. His strong arms grounded you in a way nothing and no one else could.

Holding you tightly, Megumi found himself at peace. He often found it hard to tell you just how much he appreciates you. You lived every day never knowing how painfully desperate he was to keep you around. Megumi could kill a million curses, but it only mattered so long as he could come home to you at the end of the day.

He squeezed your hand. Three times. I love you. You squeezed back. He nuzzled into you, his breath hitting your skin.

He was exhausted, but this made it all the worthwhile.

[lunarfleur]

wow hi guys it’s been a while

[lunarfleur]

Tis my birthday 😛

[abedfamily1994]

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

[lunarfleur]

Hey there 🌍💙

I hope you're doing well. Today, I’m reaching out with a heartfelt request. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time, and I need your help to make our story heard.

🔄 A simple reblog of my pinned post can spread awareness.

💖 A small $5 donation could bring hope where it’s desperately needed.

@nasr-daher

Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. Your support means the world—thank you for standing with us! 🙏✨

Help Naser & His Brothers Rebuild Their Future

My name is Naser AbuThaher , and my world has been shattered by war. I lost my beloved mother and sister in an attack that took them away fr

[lunarfleur]

Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

[lunarfleur]

Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

[lunarfleur]

URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD.

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment.

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

Please Donate now:👇

https://www.gofundme.com/f/join-us-in-our-struggle-save-our-family-from-war-in-gaza

Donate to Join Us in Our Struggle: Save Our Family from War in Gaza, organized by Ghazal Naseer

‎‏Dear friends, ‎‏My name is Ghazal Naseer, from pales… Ghazal Naseer needs your support for Join Us in Our Struggle: Save Our Famil

[lunarfleur]

My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

[lunarfleur]

Katsuki Bakugou Dating Headcanons

Warnings: None!

A/N: hey guys 😛

He’s definitely a tough love kind of guy

He focuses on your needs and what’s good for you, even if you don’t like it

Katsuki pushes you to be better, but in the eyes of other people it sometimes seems like he doesn’t treat you well

Acts of service is how he shows his love

He cooks for you, he’ll sometimes do and fold your laundry, he’ll tidy up your room..

You never have to worry about changing your sheets because he does it whenever he changes his

Sometimes if you’re not around, he’ll go into your sock drawer and match up all the pairs

He’ll iron your uniform, too.

He’s honestly big about boundaries-if he does something that you say you don’t like he won’t do it again unless you say he can

He’s not too good with love, so he’s just trying not to mess it up

He’s not the touchiest person, but he’ll let you cling to him if you want to

He’ll hold your hand in public if you want him to but typically that’s as far as he goes

Other people assume it’s because he sees PDA as weakness, when in reality he just thinks affection is something that should be private

He’s much more open to it in private. When it’s just you two he’ll gladly hold you and kiss you

He gives those really painful massages that have you writhing in pain (it’s worth it)

You and Katsuki have the worst arguments..when it happens the entire dorm can hear it

He didn’t grow up with gentle love (just look at his mother) so he has to learn how to disagree calmly

Katsuki not having some super sad backstory does not mean he has a healthy relationship with his feeling

But, truth be told, he hates yelling at you. Especially if you’re not the yelling type of person

There’s a lot of patience required on both sides of the relationship

It gets better with time though!

[lunarfleur]

i watched mbav 😈

I fucking love that show

[lunarfleur]

Guess who’s back

[sophie-i-guess13]

just so yall know the only good nazi is a dead nazi