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if katsuki has told you once, he’s told you a thousand times—don’t wait up for me.
you never did understand what all the fuss was about. sure, the fatigue would catch up to you after a few consecutive days of doing so—but it was never anything a little more sleep in the morning couldn’t solve.
still, after seeing how adamant he was about the whole thing, you dropped the habit altogether—or at least, he thought you did.
it’s almost midnight when katsuki arrives home, easing the front door shut with the utmost care. he doesn’t bat an eye upon noticing the dull amber glow emanating from the kitchen—you always leave the little light above the stove on for him. he does however, feel his heart skip a beat when he rounds the corner and sees a figure clad in black sitting at his kitchen island.
he easily recognizes the figure as you—seemingly lost in your own little world as you rest your chin in your palm and stare down at your phone. you click on a news article that catches your eye—one from just two hours ago. dynamight’s big rescue! on the evening of tuesday september 6th, three villains entered a bank around ni—
“the hell are you doin’?” his voice lingers from the doorway, much softer than usual—because he knows you’re unaware of his presence.
it startles you nonetheless, but it could have been much worse—he probably just saved you from a major heart attack. a true hero, even off duty.
“just some light reading,” you turn your head and give him a sheepish smile, simultaneously giving him a once over for any injuries. fortunately, you find none—not that you can see at least.
“meant what’re you doin’ up,” he replies, crossing his strong arms over his chest as he takes a few steps further into the kitchen.
“waiting for you,” you hum, hopping out of your chair and padding over to him. he watches, from the moment those words leave your mouth to the moment you wrap your arms around his neck—and then he turns his head. “kats, i missed you.”
he knew it was coming, but that didn’t mean it was any easier to hear. lately, with this increase in crime, you’ve been seeing him less and less. he hates it, but he knows you—and how quick you’d drop everything for a little more time together. he’s witnessed it, all those late nights and early mornings, they took a toll on you—and you don’t deserve that. so, he put an end to it, made sure you knew how important your health was, and had you sleeping like a baby by ten o’clock most nights. but, here you are.
“go,” he nods towards the stairs and rests a hand on your lower back, ushering you ever so gently. “‘ll be there in fifteen.”
he’ll inhale his dinner, wash up at the speed of light, and slide into bed next to you—just like the old days, right?
“i haven’t eaten yet,” you mumble.
you feel his hand stiffen up, and he’s no longer steering you towards your bedroom. he peers down, scarlet eyes boring into you from right beneath his furrowed brow—because he knows that you know, he’d never let you go to bed on an empty stomach. touché.
“pain in my ass,” he mutters, dropping his hand and letting you shuffle towards the fridge where you’re harbouring two plates of leftovers. he trails his gaze down to your feet, and you swear you hear a little snort slip out of him.
as if drowning yourself in his hoodie and sweats wasn’t enough, you have his slippers on—and they’re a size, or seven too big for your feet. you don’t have enough fingers to count all the times he’s called you ronald, or said that he didn’t know the fuckin’ circus was back in town. he can make all the clown jokes he wants, you’ll never give up that warmth and comfort—him getting a kick out of the whole thing is a side effect you can handle.
“how was patrol?” you ask, sliding one of the plates into the microwave. you more or less know how it went, but you’ll keep that to yourself.
he mumbles a same old shit before giving you a vague rundown of the bank robbery—well, the attempted bank robbery. he’s cut off by the loud beeps that echo throughout the room. you reach for the button that opens the little door, but he beats you to it, nudging you away with his hip. he removes the plate—and it’s blatantly obvious that it’s his—the portion size being a dead giveaway. still, he holds it out for you to take. “eat.”
the look on your face must’ve said it all, because he’s quick to follow up. “‘ll finish what you don’t, baby. sit, eat.”
his gaze lingers on you for just a tad longer than usual before he turns around and heads for the second plate. there’s probably half the amount of food on this one, but he doesn’t seem to mind. so you sit, and eat. he’s not far behind, plopping down next to you just a couple minutes later.
“katsuki?” you side eye him, thinking about how cute he looks with his cheeks all full. it’s been a little while since you’ve sat down and had a meal with him—this is perfect, just what you wanted. still, you can’t help but look ahead as you yearn for a little more. “will you wake me up before you leave tomorrow morning?”
“mmm,” he holds his hand in front of his mouth, rapidly chewing the remainder of his bite so he can answer you. “whatever, but if you swing at me once ‘m leavin’ you there.”
as much as katsuki would love to have a testy six am encounter with the little overtired monster that is you—he won’t, because he’s going to let you sleep until your sweet heart’s content.
you won’t be happy, he knows that—hell, maybe you’ll even swing at him tomorrow evening while fully awake. nah, who’s he kidding? you’d never consciously do that. he almost smiles at the thought though, biting the inside of his cheek to prevent it.
right, you won’t be happy, but you’ll get over it. it’s his job to get up early, come home late, and deal with all the bullshit in between.
because, in all aspects of life—from sleep, right down to the level of warmth and comfort you feel on your feet—katsuki believes you deserve just a little more than him.
✩ note : the man of the year returns to izurou :o thank you for reading ++ thank you for allll the love on my first kats fic !! i’m hoping this one is enjoyable as well >: reblogs are appreciated!
characters: Mikey, Draken, Kawata Nahoya “Smiley” and Kawata Souya “Angry”.
genre: fluffy, comedy, and cramp comfort
note: I just imagine the pain in their faces 😂 this is such a top challenge.
| Manjiro Sano “Mikey”
“Are you sure you want this?” You ask him one last time, adjusting the device’s belt around his waist so that it stays pressed right to his belly.
Last words: “I’ll be okay, _______-chy.” He sends you one of his sunny smiles. It’s really impressive how much he can endure in a fight after so many blows, but this pain is a whole new level. But it would be pointless to keep warning him when Mikey settles on something, nothing can change his mind.
You lay down with him, the same device wrapped around your tummy, and you give him a good luck gaze before setting up and starting.
Level of Vibrations = Increasing
30 seconds: Mikey only presses his lips together, but you can notice he’s holding himself.
2 minutes: his nails start scratching the mattress as he holds onto it, but he keeps still, looking at the ceiling and trying to breathe evenly.
5 minutes: his face is reddening and he lets out a small whimper before he searches for your hand. He gives you a firm squeeze, not only to endure the pain but someway comfort you since you’re also going through this.
10 minutes: his eyes start watering, but he keeps still, biting his bottom lip so hard that it bruises.
You turn off the device, and his arms are around you immediately, holding your body tight and wetting his shoulder with his tears.
“I don’t want you to go through this again, ______-chy.” He presses his face onto your neck, still hugging you like a koala. “M'gonna hunt all those cramps so they don’t bother you again.”
| Ken Ryuguji, “Draken”
Last words: “Do I really need to do this?” He asks as you prepared everything. “I think I have an idea of how much this hurts.” He lived his whole life besides women, and he can still remember how chaotic things got when they were in their period.
You assured him you would stop after five minutes. He sighs but gives you a nod. Maybe this would help him understand better your pain and increase the way he takes care of you, so it won’t be a waste. And besides, the ache is probably similar to some he felt in his past.
Level of Vibrations = Intense
How wrong he was.
30 seconds: “Dude, what the heck?” He squirms a bit, bothered by the strong way the pain comes, it feels like he’s been punched in the stomach by Pah-chin.
2 minutes: “How it’s not five minutes already?!” He groans, his long legs kicking and throwing the layers of blankets on the bed. “Freaking evil thing!”
5 minutes: “Enoooough!” He roars, ripping the belt apart by force and throwing the device away from his body.
He takes deep breaths like he actually almost passed out, cradling his own body and looking at you with widen eyes. “Baby, how the heck you bear this every month? It’s insane!”
| Kawata Nahoya “Smiley”
Last words: “LET’S GO!” Always cheering, your boyfriend grins as you prepared the session. It really amazes you the way he brightly deals with painful situations like this. He was the one who bought that device in the first place, curious to see how cramps worked in practice.
Really a nutty. But you appreciate his willingness the same way.
Level of Vibrations: increasing.
30 seconds: “It tickles!” He says, actually giggling while the cramps build up against his skin.
2 minutes: “They are really mean, aren’t they?” Even when he’s complaining, there’s still a grin on his face, his toes curling from the ache.
5 minutes: He’s rolling side to side on the bed. “This is so painful!” He giggles like he was leaving on a new adventure.
10 minutes: Tears are running freely on his face, and you’re taking the remote to stop. “No!” He protests, chuckling through the pain. “I can handle it…. Ten more minutes.”
20 minutes: His eyes are fixed on the ceiling, his body motionless. “I can’t feel anything.”
Your boyfriend got dizzy for a whole hour before falling asleep.
| Kawata Souya “Angry”
Last words: “C'mon, I want to do it!” He insists, handing you the device. Since his brother told him about this experience, Souya has been wanting to do it as well, and you can’t sort out the reason behind it. Maybe Nahoya is nagging him, or he’s trying to be the strong man for you, but regardless, you do not want to make him suffer, or cry.
Because we know what happens when this man cries.
But you have no choice other than to help him get settled, knowing he would get very grumpy if you didn’t support him on this.
You can only hope for the best.
Level of Vibrations: intense (his request)
30 seconds: He squirms a bit but tries to hang on, his expression concentrated. The ache from it is making him go to the moon, so hurtful, that tears start forming on his eyes.
2 minutes: The pain is unbearable, it’s too intense and non-stop, and even though he has been through a lot of fights, this is really a different kind of struggle. He can’t stand anymore, so he cries out, tears in his eyes as tears the device from him and throws it right on the wall with all his rage.
He’s fuming, so mad, not for his own pain, but from the fact that you have to endure this for so many years. But nothing that a good couple of cuddles and kisses can’t do to calm him down.
[Image ID: Colored art of Kaedehara Kazuha and the Kagotsurube Isshin from Genshin Impact in five different scenarios. In each scenario, the sword has an expressive eye near its hilt with a purple pupil and black sclera.
Scenario 1: Kazuha holds the Kagotsurube Isshin in one hand. He looks at it with a lifted eyebrow and asks, “How do you expect me to hold you and a hammer at the same time?” The sword says, “I could—” before being interrupted by Kazuha, who says, “No, you’re not allowed to possess me.”
Scenario 2: Kazuha holds the Kagotsurube Isshin straight out in front of him. His eyes are tightly shut, and he’s leaning away from the sword, who shouts, “what the hell were you thinking?” The words “hell” and “thinking” are in all caps.
Scenario 3: Kazuha stands with a wide stance and frustrated expression. He appears to be attempting to move in one direction while the Kagotsurube Isshin is pulling one of his arms in the other direction. “Oi, get back here!!” says Kazuha. The sword responds, in all caps, “No!! That thing’s going to damage my beautiful blade”. There are tears in its eye.
Scenario 4: Kazuha runs a cloth over the Kagotsurube Isshin‘s blade, who is humming and has its eye happily closed.
Scenario 5: Kazuha holds the sword in front of him with both hands. The two of them are overshadowed by something in front of them, and they stare with wide eyes. “run?” asks the sword. “run,” responds Kazuha. End image ID]
⌗ You hide your true self by being outgoing and mysterious.
⌗ You act like you know everything and nothing at the same time. If you have done something wrong to a person, you may feel guilty for a long time.
⌗ You tend to avoid confrontation because you think the other person is still angry with you. You want to reconcile with them, but you're scared.
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. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
Diluc
⌗ You act tough and like you don't care, but you're just bad at expressing your feelings.
⌗ People repeatedly misunderstand your character and dislike you. As a result of that, you only have one or two people you trust.
⌗You have been betrayed by a person you held most dearly in your heart. That's why you don't let anyone in easily.
⌗ Quit living in the past and learn to differentiate between tough love and trauma.
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. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
Venti
⌗ You're similar to Diluc and Kaeya. You hide your true self by being someone else, by acting like them, and copying their persona.
⌗ You're cunning but are willing to help when your friend is in need. People regularly mischaracterize you as a "normal" person who doesn't know a thing when you're really smart in reality.
MC who kept some lingering plague symptoms after Asra's hijinks, except it's not contagious or lethal anymore? For the main 6, ooor if for whatever reason that's too much it can just be Asra Nadia and Julian
like, how would they deal with people being scared of them and deal with their actual symptoms?
sorry if this request sounds blunt or rude, it really isn't supposed to sound like that (I've never done a request before so idk how these messages are supposed to sound like :/ )
oooo this is a good idea! you don’t sound rude at all hun! <3
MC who still shows Plague symptoms
Asra
terrified at first because he thinks this means it didn’t work and youll just die all over again
tries their best not to freak out over it in front of you since it might scare you
it especially gets scary if you end up having the whites of your eyes turn red
probably the fastest besides nadia to figure out it isn’t contagious or lethal anymore
does his best to inform you about why you can’t exactly go out with your eyes like that or showing other symptoms
you probably find out about your death faster this way, there’s no way asra could avoid it as long as they did normally
practically everyone in vesuvia knows you aren’t contagious but they probably can’t help but be weary
asra and the baker are the only ones in town who aren’t weary right off the bat
faust helps you as best she can too <3
they honestly love you just as much as normal! they just get a heart attack sometimes -
asra hates that people are afraid of you, so they use a little trick of magic most likely
it doesn’t change you no, it just makes you feel more approachable and nice,
they try to play it off but when more people start talking to you than normal, you know he did a little something for you :)
Julian
panic but mostly confusion
he doesn’t know it’s not contagious or lethal and he doesn’t really give you a chance to explain that
unless you scream it at him
when he hears it’s not anything horrible he’s gonna be even more confused
you’re sick, you’re showing all the same symptoms why aren’t you worried??
if you tell him or asra tells the two of you hes more relieved than confused
would definitely get you a matching eyepatch if you got a red eye like he does
helps you everyday if you let him
he feels even more guilty when he figured out you worked at his clinic when you got sick
malak probably doesn’t care- but still helps you if you ever need anything and can’t fetch it
the doctor probably knows how to suppress the symptoms the most,
lots of care with him, probably could pull off a joke or two out it if you tried hard enough
he’s sad when people get scared of you :(
he never had that due to his eyepatch, but he tries to get people to understand that if he, someone who never believed in magic, is saying it’s real, it’s gotta be!
most people still stay away but you both talk about it and probably come up with a solution pretty quickly
Nadia
worry! she’s worried about the plague and most of all you!
she knows if it’s contagious then you’re absolutely getting quarantined and she has to think of the city and-
she’s in the middle of that internal struggle when you tell her it’s not gonna hurt you or i felt anyone
she’s so lost she actually thinks you don’t know what it is
she’s like “my dove..you have the plague?? of course it could hurt you or infect others-“
when you tell her it’s been this way since you could remember she’s even more worried
when you both figure out it’s from the circumstances of your death (and resurrection) she’s more understanding
very worried for you if the symptoms hurt you from time to time
has the court physician help you to the best of their ability
chandra brings you herbs she finds in the palace garden
if you’re symptoms get worse any certain day nadia would take the day to just do more paperwork than normal, which is practically a day off for her
she’s very upset when she realizes people are afraid of you, youre her lover! she hates if people start to advise her to quarantine you
eventually she explains to the entire palace, you are her lover and that’s not changing, you’re not contagious or dying.
she might have to come up with something since not everyone believes in magic but, portia and the other loyal people in the palace know the truth
Muriel
he’s probably not worried, because asra most likely already told him beforehand
he does get worried however if your symptoms start hurting you
he doesn’t like seeing you in pain so he tried to help in any way possible
if you feel sore or just don’t feel like moving he’ll do the work for you, you’ll just have to ask
inanna always snuggles up to you when she knows you aren’t feeling too good, she’s definitely your cuddle buddy
muriel practices earthly magic, so id like to think he’s good with herbs
probably makes some sort of soup with good herbs in it for you <3
animals probably would gravitate to you even more, since most stick to people who don’t feel well to make them happier
muriel thinks it means you’re suffering and you’re just- “chickens :D”
he gets scared to even touch you sometimes, that maybe the symptoms make you weaker or more fragile than normal
you probably fake battle him to show him he’s wrong and even with this gross plague symptom, you can land some sort of hit on him
you probably aren’t gonna be around many people when you live in the woods, but if it does bother you he’ll talk with you about things you can do about it
he probably understands the most, people used to be scared of him too </3
Portia
completely worried
her brother already had the plague before and now you have it?!
she’s completely stressed and wondering if she should tell nadia to get you quarantined
you tell her that hey! it’s nothing bad, i’ve been like this since i can remember
she’s gonna go bombard asra with questions before you can stop her
when she knows it’s from when you died, she feels a little bad that you’re constantly reminded of it :(
she does try to help best she can but she’s always so busy! so she comprises and has pepi with you whenever she can’t be there
it doesn’t frighten her as much if you have red eyes! sure she knew the plague happened and it was awful but she wasn’t really there for it
pepi makes biscuits on you if you feel sore or tense
portia probably walks in on that and can’t decide to laugh or worry that her cat knows how to massage you
she’s very sad when she sees people are scared of you, and they just don’t listen when you try to explain!
she ends up telling everyone, no! you’re not sick or anything! it’s not gonna hurt them ! just give them a chance!
nobody likes a sad or angry portia so they try being around you for her sake, and probably start to like you too :)
Lucio
the one most freaked out
if you seriously tell him you’ve been like this as long as you can remember he’s scared shitless
he’s probably still worried about himself more in the beginning but eventually starts to be more worried about you
if the symptoms are bad he probably has to clock out for a minute -
but he eventually will stop being a wimp and help you with whatever symptoms you’re experiencing
when he finds out it’s from your death it probably haunts him more than before,
the biggest reason he’d feel guilty about your death is because even if you’re alive, you’re still suffering because of his mistakes
he doesn’t really know how to make you feel better but does call for the best treatment
probably is really nice to nadia to make it happen lefbkabd
melchior is probably the one to snuggle if you feel bad but mercedes joins in if it’s any worse than normal
he tries his best to help, and he probably goes through his redemption arc a lot faster like this!
he really does try to make people understand that it's not bad to be around you, people just don't listen. Some do try to hang out because if you can transform their count what's the harm?
Hey! I saw that you do headcanons as well? Sorry if I’m asking in the right place but I loved your post on Asra’s hurt!! Could you possibly do the “mc getting slapped by the m6” ask please? My angsty little heart needs foodddd
hiii!! i’m so glad you liked my post:)) don’t worry, i’ll do my best to not cry when i’m writing this although it probably won’t work
i just wanna say that under no circumstances is it okay to hurt your partner!! please don’t take this post the wrong way:)
the main 6 slapping mc
asra
• it probably started because of how much he keeps from you. you know it’s just because he doesn’t want to see you hurt or unhappy because of how much of your life you’ve lost to your premature death, but it’s still so infuriating. you’re not a child, and you tell him as much.
• as much as you love each other, arguments can get messy. you know so much about each other that it’s difficult not to go for the soft parts in an argument, and you just snap.
• they’re probably running his hands through his hair, tears of frustration and pent up feelings slipping down his cheeks and catching the light of the many candles around the shop, making them glister strangely beneath the low light.
• “asra, you’re being ridiculous. how in the arcana am i supposed to know about who i was if you won’t fucking tell me?” you shout at them, crystals and glass bottles clinking together on the shelves.
• asra breaks, finally raising his voice as well, telling you that you’re acting like a child. you feel a twisted feeling of satisfaction at his loss of control. at least they’re actually treating you like a person— but you’re still so frustrated.’why can’t he just see that you’re not a china doll, easily broken and delicately made?
•you’re screaming now, tears blurring your vision. all you see is red. “if i’m acting like such a child then why did you even bother bringing me back? you should have just fucking left me to rot beneath the lazaret if you won’t so much as—” you’re cut off with a sharp crack.
• asra’s stronger than they look, and he wasn’t thinking as he lashed out in anger and pain, so you probably stumble back into the shelves behind you, or onto the counter of the shop.
• you touch your hand to your hot cheek with a dull feeling of surprise. it’s as if everything is through a haze, your gaze flickering up to meet asra’s horrified one as you take a step back, a dry sob heaving through your chest as your knees give out and you sink to the floor.
• “mc, i’m so sorry, i can’t— i don’t— please. i’m so sorry,” he stumbles over his words as he crouches before you, giving you enough space that you could easily leave. you don’t, and he breathes out slowly as they reach towards you and gently, heartbreakingly softly, cups your face to turn it towards him. he inhales sharply as he takes in your bruised cheekbone, red already beginning to spread outwards in the shape of his hand, and he flinches to see that he’s hurt you, his beloved apprentice.
• he opens his arms slowly, hesitantly, and you sink into them, burying your face in his scarves and then drawing back slightly with a faint hiss as your cheek touches the fabric, and he lets out a sob as well, burying his face in your sweet-smelling hair. murmurs “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” into you over and over again, rocking you back and forth on the floor of the shop.
• he’ll hurt for weeks after, even after the bruise fades, he’ll simply refuse to touch you for days after the incident. whispers “but what if i hurt you,” his voice breaking at the mere thought of it, and you cradle him to you, stroking his cheek as he shakes.
nadia
• the argument was probably about her refusing to ask for help. she’s been alone for so long that the refusal simply comes naturally. she has to prove that she can be successful alone, that she can make something of herself without anyone.
• at first, you tell her gently that she can trust you, that you’re always here for her, and that she doesn’t have to do this alone— but she doesn’t want to hear it, telling you insistently that she doesn’t need any help.
• “your dark circles would say otherwise, nadi! you can’t keep going on like this!” you tell her, your voice strained as you lay a hand on her arm. you just want to help her, but she won’t listen to you. “i can do it myself,” she tells you coldly, pulling away from you and turning back to her work. “i don’t need your help. i never have.”
• you feel the hurt blossom in your chest, but you try to push it down as you close her books, smudging the ink on a document by mistake. “nadi, please.” you tell her, but she doesn’t even seem to hear you as she opens her books and sets her jaw, looking at the ruined document. you bite your lip in dismay and go to apologise, but she cuts in before you get the chance. “you ruin everything. you’re such a nuisance, can you not find anything better to do with your time than to bother me? i am the countess of vesuvia, and i don’t need your help.” she’s shouting by the end of her outburst, and you recoil, hurt now showing across your face— but it’s quickly replaced by anger.
• you laugh disbelievingly, your voice spiteful and pained as you speak. “you don’t need my help? well that’s certainly a different tune than the one you were singing when you came to me in the middle of the night, asking for my help. and even then i gave it unbegrudgingly. you’re so stubborn, nadia! you’re so ridiculously naïve that you can’t even see that not everybody’s against you. so your sisters acted like every older sibling the world over, and excluded you from a few games. you carry grudges as if the world’s out to get you and nobody seeks to help you. you’re such a child! why—” your screaming cuts off at the sharp crack.
• you cry out at the sudden flare of pain. nadia’s also a lot stronger than she looks— i mean, she’s a master sword-fighter. and so, you stumble backwards into the marble table opposite her desk, turning away from her to catch your breath, your figure shaking with quiet sobs. everything seems to fall away, and you hold your arms around yourself in a poor attempt to keep your paroxysms of sobs quiet.
• nadia is completely silent. the jarring force snapped her out of whatever tired grumpiness she had been wallowing in, and now she’s just looking at her hands, a look of absolute horror twisting her features as she takes in the hand, resting palm-down on her knees, that she used to— to— she can’t even think about it. she has betrayed your trust, used your relationship, built on a foundation of love and mutual respect, to hurt you. it’s as if she’s seeing the world through a haze of disbelief. she’s taken advantage of your love for her, she’s physically violated you, and the thought of that leaves her physically ill. hot tears drop steadily into her lap, as she turns her hands over, and her eyes widen even more, if possible, with horror. blood glisters thickly on her index finger, coating the closest section to her palm where a golden ring sits. the countess of vesuvia never takes her rings off during the day, and she’s snapped out of her daze by the quiet hiss that comes from where you stand.
•when the first tears stream down your face, you hiss at the sharp pain, touching your fingers gently to your face and wincing as they come into contact with… is that a wound? you stare at them as they come away a deep, garnetine red. your hair is sticking to the blood running down your face from the wound. you sob dryly as the pain sets in, and by the gods it stings. it seems that even the air twists into your opened skin, burning sharply. you’re so lost in the mist of disbelief you barely notice when nadia comes up behind you.
• “my love?” her voice comes, softly, and you stiffen as she lays a hand on your upper arm. she withdraws it quickly as her voice breaks. “please, mc. say anything. look at me, i beg of you.” you don’t say anything for a minute before you inhale softly and turn to her.
• something in nadia breaks. she lifts shaking fingers up to her mouth as your eyes meet hers, and she takes in what she’s done to you. she’s sliced your upper-cheek open from just short of the bridge of your nose to almost the edge of your face. and the cut is deep. bruising spreads around it, in the shape of her hand, and she lets out a sob before dropping to her knees, taking your hand in hers. “by the arcana, mc, i am so, so sorry— i don’t know— i can’t— please, my love, i am so sorry,” she presses her forehead to your hand before you start to cry, sinking to your knees as well and burying your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking. you hiss softly as you draw your hand away and it comes away a glistening, wine-dark red.
• you flinch away from her as she comes to envelop you in a hug. “don’t. please,” you say softly, pulling yourself away from her. you leave bloodstains on the floor. her eyes hold inexplicable sorrow and remorse in them, as she nods haltingly, her heart breaking as she realises— you’re… afraid of her. later, she’ll bury her head into her pillow and sob her heart out but for now, she needs you to know to not be afraid of her. she loves you, you know that— and you need to know she’ll never violate the trust you put in her again.
• “mc… please. i’m so, so inexplicably sorry for what i’ve done to you. i promise it will never happen again.” her voice is soft, and she speaks to you as if you’re a wounded deer she’s found in the palace gardens, her voice breaking as she lets you see that she’s approaching you, her arms in front of her as she holds them out softly when she’s quite close to you.
• you look at her, meet her eyes with yours, and slowly settle into her embrace as she lets out a quiet sob of relief, burying her head in your hair. you pull away with a quiet gasp of pain when her hair meets your wound, and she cups your face (your good side) softly, stroking your cheek with her thumb as you close your eyes and she moves closer to you, giving you the time to pull away before her lips meet your forehead and she kisses you there gently before pressing one just above your cut and pulling you back to her, minding your cheek. you cry softly into her chest, and she does so into your hair. the two of you stay there until the blood starts to dry on your cheek and she stands, helping you up.
• “i’m taking you to the infirmary, dearest one.” “but… nadia.” you gesture to the state you’re in with a raised eyebrow. blood stains your collar and had dripped down your cheek in steady rivulets— and now your entire cheek is coated in blood. the cut itself is deep and thorough, splitting the skin so that the flesh beneath is easily visible, and the black, blue, and red flesh around your cut in the shape of nadia’s hand is enough that there is no room to doubt how your injury happened. “i’m your partner. there’s nobody else that would have done this— your entire court will know.” you look at her gently. “i can hide this.”
• and yet again, nadia’s heart is absolutely crushed. broken. shattered. “my heart, you should not have to hide what i have done. we’re going to the infirmary.”
• the entire way there, nadia weathers the stares and whispers with, for once, a bent head. you tighten your fingers around her hand— you know how important the favour of the court is. when you finally arrive, and you have to explain, haltingly, how you were injured, nadia gets a few looks of unbridled disgust as your injuries are treated. you squeeze her hand every now and again, and she looks at you gratefully. her eyes darken as you bite your lip roughly when the antiseptic meets it, your eyes watering as she strokes your hand, never taking her eyes away from you.
• afterwards, will absolutely doubt herself as a leader and a partner. no matter if you forgive her, no matter that the bruise fades and the wound heals, she’ll still always linger on your scar when she’s kissing your face, she’ll still murmur “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, darling,” into your hair for months after.
• if anyone is so much as even vaguely disdainful towards you with respects to your scar, you’ll literally have to talk her down from having them thrown out/arrested. you forgive her, and she loves you with all of her— but when dark feelings surface now there’s absolutely nothing you can do that will even get a shadow of a rise out of her. is just calm and collected. never so much as raises her voice at you.
• will 100% look at you as you sleep and hate herself for harming you in any way.
hope you enjoyed the angst fest!! these were so long— but i’ll do the next four periodically:)
can u do the “wearing a men size sweater n they think ure cheating” with suna iwaizumi osamu n atsumu?
THEY SEE YOU WEARING A MEN'S SIZED SWEATER AND THINK YOU'RE CHEATING ON THEM | 4
characters: iwaizumi + osamu + suna + (gn!reader)
warnings: none
notes: i've been meaning to do another long hc again, it's been a while. i already did atsumu in part one! + iwa's is set in a college au but they are all adults in every one!
part one | part two | part three
IWAIZUMI ⤵
honestly blame oikawa sfdgfhjk
he really didn't mean any harm by it, he was just being annoying as usual, but in a lighthearted way you know
he made a comment to an already stressed iwa and that's just a recipe for disaster
"you know iwa-chan," oikawa choosed to ignore the glare his friend sent his way, continuing to pester him with a sing-songy voice. "i think it's unfair how you don't let me wear your sweatshirts, but let y/n do." he tilted his head, "although, i'm sure they probably look way better in it than you do."
iwaizumi was about to smack his friend on the back of his head when he paused, hand in the air, confusing him.
he cringed, dramatically waiting for the impact. "if you're gonna hit me just do it already...i'm not a fan of the suspense, iwa."
iwaizumi frowned deeply, dropping his hand, weirdly scaring the other boy even more. "what are you talking about? i didn't give..."
instead of giving oikawa a chance to even react, he stormed off to find you, an uneasy, dark feeling growing in the pit of his stomach when he found you talking to some guy outside your class. luckily, you both had class in the same building today so it was easy to find you.
he stood there for a moment, just watching you, taking you in. you looked cute, but that pissed him off even more, and lit a fire on the spark of insecurity in the pit of his stomach.
were you cold? was that it? if so, then why didn't you ask him for his sweater? did you think he would say no? was he a bad boyfriend?
he was so caught up that he didn't even realize you were walking up to him, a sweet smile on your face. you grabbed his hand gently, your smile turning a bit more curious when you realized he hadn't noticed you approach him.
"hey haji." you squeezed his hand, "you okay?"
he blinked, his tense body immediately loosening up at your presence, but when he looked down at your clothing again, he frowned.
your brows furrowed. "what's wrong?"
he kept his eyes on your sweater. "you and that guy are pretty close huh?"
you looked even more confused for a moment before it clicked. "oh you mean that guy from my class? i mean..." you paused, thinking back to your interactions, trying to determine if you would consider you guys as close, but your boyfriend only took your silence as confirmation for his insecurity induced delusions. "no, not really."
his lips stretched into a smile that looked more like a grimace before dropping less than a second later. "then when'd he give you this?"
you tilted your head, "give me what?"
he pressed his tongue to the side of his cheek, his tell that he was pissed off, which only confused you further. he looked into your eyes, glanced back to your sweater and back to your eyes again.
you looked down as well, the confusion clear on your face as you looked back up at him, a feeling of unease sprouting inside you. "he didn't give me this?" your response came out more like a question and iwaizumi raised a brow and crossed his arms.
"well i didn't."
you looked at him plainly, "you know i have money of my own, right? i bought this myself." you crossed your arms as well, feeling defensive. "why on earth would he have gotten this for me?"
his mouth suddenly felt dry, and guilt washed over him. "i..." he sighed, letting his eyes close. you then realized how stressed and worked up he seemed. "i'm sorry. i was being a dumbass."
you stepped forward, a knowing, worrying look in your eyes as you placed a gentle hand on his arm. "haji you can't keep stressing yourself out like this with no breaks, you know the irrational part of your brain feeds you crazy information when you're like this."
his shoulders sagged embarrassingly as he grunted out a response. "i know."
you narrowed your eyes, "you're lucky i'm more understanding than most. if not i wouldn't have forgiven what you just accused me of."
he looked at you with guilty eyes, pulling you in for a hug by your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck. "i'm sorry, baby." he mumbled against your sweater, gripping you tight.
you rolled your eyes fondly, patting his back. "yeah yeah. let's go. you need a nap."
OSAMU ⤵
honestly your relationship was fairly new
and he'd rather die than let him know, but atsumu's teasing jokes about his twin needing to hold you tight so you don't go find someone else better did get to him
and he was tired, he'd had a long day at the restaurant
you were meeting up with him for a late dinner after he closed up the restaurant for the night. nothing special, just a quiet evening for the two of you. you got there a little earlier just cause you were excited to see him, honestly. when you reached the door, you nearly bumped into a man walking in at the same time, the both of you too distracted to notice one another.
you both laughed it off and he opened the door for you, letting you walk in first. you just assumed he was being kind, but nothing more.
unfortunately, from osamu's perspective, the two of you looked very familiar with each other. a million thoughts started running through his head unwillingly, his gaze frozen on you smiling up at this man he'd never seen before. his heart dropped when he noticed the sweater you were wearing. it looked like it could fit the man next to you.
had you really already met someone better? but why would you bring him here? to end things?
you and the man continued to have your conversation as you approached the counter, and a very annoyed (and slightlyvery hurt) osamu.
having had enough, he cleared his throat and spoke up in a very monotone voice. "can i help you?"
you both perked up and looked towards the sound, and you smiled recognizing the man you came here to see. the man next to you spoke up, "oh i'm just here to pickup an order."
your boyfriend put both hands on the counter, spread out on either side in front of him, slightly flexing his muscles as he stared the man down. "what are you, the delivery guy?"
the man laughed, "no, man, just picking up a meal to bring home." he pointed towards the bag of takeout on the counter, "i think that might be mine actually––unless it's for you?" he turned to you questioningly, but before you could respond, osamu did it for you.
"we're eating together, actually. as soon as you leave." he raised a brow, daring the man to say something else, but he got the hint, giving an awkward smile to your boyfriend and thanking him for the food before greeting you goodbye and exiting the restaurant.
as soon as the door closed, you furrowed your brows towards osamu, slightly amused. "what's with the attitude?"
he crossed his arms, "he was being too friendly." you rolled your eyes and he tilted his head, looking you up and down. "what's with the sweater?" before he could say the next words that came to mind 'you replace me already?', you spoke up, looking down at your clothing.
"got it for three dollars at the thrift store." you looked up with a smile and his face dropped in realization, only for a complete different reason than you thought. "what's the matter?" your smile turned more mischievous. "don't like the thought of me wearing another man's clothes?" you batted your eyelashes playfully and he scoffed, shaking his head, before letting it hang.
"you have no idea..."
concerned, you made your way around the counter, placing a questioning hand on his back, gasping when he turned around and pulled you into his arms without a word.
"what's the matter, samu?" your voice was soft, careful as you hugged him back.
he simply held you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "nothin." he mumbled. "m'just never letting you go."
SUNA ⤵
suna's was a little more understanding? i suppose
he was taking a nap when you got to his place
you were at that point in your relationship where you would come over all the time, you even had your own key
and you knew that he was probably taking his after work nap so you decided to come over and order food when he wakes up
but unfortunately during his nap he had a dream (more like nightmare) that you were cheating on him
he woke up, dazed, unsure of his surroundings and overwhelmed by what he just witnessed. he honestly couldn't tell if it was a dream or not because everything looked so real, his house was exactly the same as well. was it a memory? he was so confused.
he'd heard you on the phone talking with your friend about your problem. how you were cheating on him and you didn't want to hurt him, all the while you were wearing this other man's sweatshirt.
his heart rate picked up when he heard you in the living room, talking to someone. he slowly and as quietly as possible, made his way out of his room, practically tip toeing down the hallway to peek around the corner. you were talking on the phone...exactly as you were in the dream. maybe it was a premonition? then his eyes fell to your sweater...it looked exactly like the one he saw.
he went back to his room and got back into bed. maybe if he slept this off, everything would be back to normal. maybe this was the bad dream.
he was tossing and turning but he couldn't seem to fall asleep. so many thoughts were plaguing his mind.
a few minutes later, you made your way into the room. as he heard you coming, he contemplated pretending to be asleep, but he decided against it. he had to face this, right?
you smiled at him sweetly, being quiet so as not to disturb him. you know how cranky he gets when his naps are interrupted or if he's woken up before he needs to be. but when you noticed he was awake, you plopped down right beside him.
"hi baby." you leaned down to kiss his forehead and pulled back to look at him curiously when you felt him tense under your touch. "are you okay?"
he stared at you for a moment. "who were you on the phone with?"
"oh you heard that?" he narrowed his eyes. that was a suspicious answer.
"i'm sorry, i thought i was being quiet, i didn't mean to wake you." okay, maybe not. "i was talking to atsumu. he said he's been trying to plan a reunion dinner and you keep ignoring him." you looked at him pointedly and he rolled his eyes.
okay so you weren't talking to your friend. and you definitely aren't cheating on him with atsumu of all people. but there's still the sweater...
he had to be strategic about this.
"are you cheating on me?"
or not.
he blinked at you, shocked by his own words. you blinked back.
"...are you still asleep?"
he blinked again. "no?"
"are you sure?..."
he narrowed his eyes again. "answer the question."
"babe, i think you need to go back to sleep."
"that's not an answer..." he muttered.
you placed a hand on his cheek and sighed. "no i'm not cheating on you." you tilted your head as you looked down at him. "i'm gonna blame the fact that you're disoriented from your nap for this ridiculous question."
he looked away, suddenly embarrassed at the realization at how dumb he sounded. his voice was small. "then who's sweater is that?"
you rolled your eyes. "mine, dummy. it's just oversized."
his cheek heated up under your touch and you stifled a laugh. "i should take a picture to remember this."
he glared at you halfheartedly. "fuck off."
you laughed for real this time. "oh come on, you're the one accusing me of cheating cause of my sweater-"
he cut you off, pulling you into his arms. "yeah yeah, take a nap with me then. this way i'll know you're not running off with some other guy while i'm asleep." he teased, a hint of a smile in his voice.
you smacked his chest playfully, shaking your head in disbelief. "you know maybe i should ban you from taking naps if this is the outcome. insane accusations."
"i'd like to see you try." he squeezed you tight and pressed his temple against your forehead. "i'm sorry. wasn't thinking straight." he kissed your forehead. "my dream just messed me up. couldn't tell what was real."
you glanced up at him, hearing the sincerity in his tone. if you were in his position, you would feel conflicted too. "it's okay rin. just know that that could never be our reality, okay? i love you." you kissed his cheek and he smiled.
warning(s): mentions of violence, mentions of cursing, unhealthy habits, i will be oddly specific
note: there are brutally honest yet again. take the advice that seems fit it doesnt have to be by your fav character
previous > next
bakugou katsuki:
try to understand before jumping to conclusions. not all answers are going to be on the surface
mina ashido:
keep being you. people look up to you despite you not feeling your best on certain days. you give off the best vibe.
ochaco uraraka:
you dont have to grow up fast so you can take care of others. its okay to be a kid. it’s okay to think selfishly. it’s the human body.
tenya iida:
you don’t have to handle things alone with people around you. they will understand your past. give them a chance.
denki kaminari:
you aren’t dumb. dont let anyone fucking tell you that you are just because you act “childish”. you’re just the best you can be.
eijiro kirishima:
its okay for a change. just make sure it doesn’t hurt you in the end. remember. you’re brave for attempting.
kyouka jirou:
let music be your escape. but dont let it be your only choice. there are other plans.
hanta sero:
keep being honest. not everyone needs to be lied to. some people need to hear “ you’re being a damn idiot”.
shoto todoroki:
don’t run. you’ll be running for your whole life. accept that it happened. then your best possible self will accept it.
izuku midoriya:
you are loved dearly. don’t get lost in all the things they said. others will help you get out of that void bby.
momo yaoyorozu:
trust yourself. you’re what people need in a hectic situation. a level head and calm approach.
hitoshi shinsou:
get yourself out there. dont take no for an answer. prove them wrong.
tamaki amajiki:
we love you bby. take your time nobody is rushing you to be extroverted. not everyone has to. you’re at a balance and that’s okay.
mirio togata:
it’s okay to feel guilty. it’s okay to feel negative emotions. you are human. everyone understands. just speak about it. don’t hold it.
nejire hado:
keep encouraging people. they need it. you’re not annoying. it’s the best thing they could want right now. even if they dont say it.
neito monoma:
don’t be a hating ass bitch. you have good intentions. but a bad way on showing it. let people see what you have to offer. don’t force it.
shota aizawa:
baby are you even okay- go take a nap. some things you can’t help. don’t stress it.
keigo takami:
the words i have for YOU. stop making facial expressions instead of speaking. it sends the wrong message sometimes .
tomura shigaraki:
it is not your fault. you didn’t know and that’s okay. you are not in the wrong.
dabi:
:((( please talk about it. holding it in is only affecting you. you’ll explode sooner or later. it’s okay to be upset or confused. but ask questions. don’t hold it.
himiko toga:
take a moment to notice what you have with you. don’t let it be too late. it’ll break you when it’s gone.
atsuhiro sako:
don’t let your ego kill you. being confident and being narcissistic are two different things with a thin line between them
bonus: twice (jin bubaigawara)
take some time to figure out what triggers you. it can be something so little. or something huge. just understand it
to everyone:
it’s okay to not be okay. but it’s not okay to be like that for long.
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH REMEMBER! I AM NOT FORCING YOU. IT WILL TAKE TIME. BUT THINK ABOUT IT.
is this a comeback? we will see.
thank you for reading bae’s i highly appreciate you
