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MHA Prompt

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“Need something..?”

You hesitate hearing the exhaustion in his voice; maybe this was a mistake. It’s the middle of the night but there’s no one else to turn to, so you try not to grip the doorknob too tightly or fumble your words. “I’m sorry, I know it’s past lights out and you’re busy…u-um…” Aizawa picks up the conflict in your voice and fully turns towards you. Dragging his hand over his face to wake up, he gives you his undivided attention. “No it’s alright. What do you need?” His voice had softened but it’s difficult to hold his eye contact. "I…If-.."

"...?"

"..If it’s not asking too much; may I sit in here? I swear not to distract you. Everyone else is asleep and, I don’t want to be alone right now...please.." Aizawa studies your face, noting the drained complexion with raw and puffy eyes, and understands that this isn’t a simple request. “Of course. Come in.” You close the door behind you “thank you” then hurriedly find a spot on the floor against the wall and curl into your knees. Aizawa watched your movements but left you to your devices and turned back to his work. Occasionally he steals a glance but you stay true to your word and don’t make a sound or move an inch.

Thankfully, being in his presence helps how you hoped it would. Every breath you take smells like him and knowing he’s here makes you feel safe, like nothing can hurt you now. Hopefully you’ll calm down enough to go back to your room soon. Aizawa sets his pencil down though, and comes to offer you his hand. “The bed is far more comfortable than the floor. Fresh sheets I promise.” You lift your head for a moment considering his words but “I’m okay right here. I’m imposing enough as is..” He smiles turning away, “you could never impose” and grabs a box of tissues to give you “but holding in whatever is troubling you this much.,.I don’t like that.”

“…”

You accept the tissues and your tears finally break free. "I’m sorry" you try hiding it as he takes a seat beside you. "It’s okay. It’s safe to cry here." He wraps an arm around your shoulder and welcomes you to let it all out. You wanted to stop but “I don’t know what’s wrong with me…I-I don’t know why I’m so sad all the time-but, I’m empty. I feel this ache when I’m alone and more and more when I’m not…it’s starting to scare me; I don’t know how to cope anymore…that’s why I came here. I needed to run away somewhere…I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to do..” Aizawa's heart grows heavy with every confession and he holds you tighter. "Always run to me-always. Never let this fear talk you out of that. Understand.?"

“You have so much to deal with; I don’t want to become a burden. But, I appreciate all of this. I feel better.” He sighs and presses a kiss to the top of your head. This would take one step at a time, so tonight was plenty for step one; he'll let it go for now. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“…Can I stay until you’re done working?”

“Of course, get some rest.”

As the night goes on the atmosphere settles. The steady rhythm of Aizawa’s pen scratching against paper and his soft sighs of concentration creates soothing background noise. When he looks up again you’re fast asleep. He smiles and is careful not to make a sound walking over and crouching down in front of you. Little did you know he finished his work quite some time ago and was hoping this would happen before he ran out of paper to scribble over. His finger traces lazy circles over your cheek, drying the last of your tears. He shifts your body to rest in his arms “I won’t lose you to such nasty thoughts..” and carries you to his bed, then tucks you in. It felt like sleeping in a cloud and you curl into his pillow. He chuckles, “Is it really that comfortable?” Aizawa sorts the work on his desk then lays down himself, and after such a long day falls asleep easily. Hopefully you'd seek him out again the next time this happened, but maybe skip the floor, his knees weren't what they were.

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Shota Aizawa x Reader

"Importance"

Quirk: hyper-empath

Quirk: Hyper-Empath

Requests are open!

Growing up, you were always told you'd be better off behind a desk — maybe as a medical assistant, maybe behind a computer. Something "safe." Something "useful." People said your quirk made you too sensitive, too soft for the field.

But you didn't want to be safe. You wanted to fight.

So the second you got accepted into hero school, you clung to that opportunity with everything you had. You trained harder than anyone else — not because you were the strongest, but because you had to be. You hated your quirk. You hated being aware of everyone's emotions — the tension, the grief, the terror. And worst of all, the pain. Every drop of agony they felt, you felt too. It was overwhelming, all-consuming.

A curse, not a gift.

Still, you fought. You learned to hold your own. You became a pro hero — one with a reputation for compassion and precision in the field. You learned to ground yourself, but it never got easier.

Tonight, you and Aizawa had been on patrol — separate routes, same shift. When the patrol was quiet, you'd text. Just little things.

“You find anything?”

“Nothing worth losing sleep over. You?”

“Still quiet. Weirdly quiet.”

But the quiet didn’t last.

The alert came in like a shockwave: multiple civilian casualties, villain attack, mass destruction. You were the closest. You responded first.

And you felt it.

Every scream. Every cry. The agony. The panic. The fear. It hit you like a tidal wave, nearly knocked you to your knees. But you didn’t stop. You couldn't stop.

By the time backup arrived — by the time he arrived — you were already in the thick of it. Covered in smoke and blood and grief. You were helping children out of rubble, hands trembling, barely able to breathe through the emotional overload that pressed on your lungs like a vice.

Aizawa found you kneeling beside a collapsed building, cradling a girl with a shattered leg and a face soaked in tears. Your eyes were glazed, distant — the way they always got when the emotions of others overwhelmed your own. You weren’t bleeding, but you looked broken.

He crouched beside you silently, placing a steady hand on your back.

"I'm here," he said, low and even.

You flinched.

“Shota…” you whispered. “It hurts.”

“I know.”

“I can’t— I can’t make it stop. I can’t turn it off.”

“I know.”

His voice was calm, a tether anchoring you to the ground. Slowly, steadily, the panic started to recede. Not because it wasn’t there — but because he was.

Once the girl was taken by the medics, you let yourself sink back against the wall, finally trembling. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t scold you for pushing yourself too hard. He just sat next to you, shoulder brushing yours.

“I hate this quirk,” you whispered.

“I don’t,” he said.

You blinked at him, startled.

“You feel what people can’t say out loud. You feel what they bury. That’s rare. It’s powerful.” His eyes met yours — tired, but steady. “You don’t realize how much you matter.”

Your breath hitched.

You weren’t used to hearing that. You weren’t used to being seen.

“I feel like I’m drowning,” you admitted.

He used his quirk to cancel out yours.

You didn’t speak again. You didn’t need to. He stayed by your side, his presence a calm pulse that steadied your wild heart.

In a world full of noise, Shota Aizawa never asked you to be quiet — only to stay.

And for the first time in a long time, you believed you could.

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Hiiiiii, I'm so sorry if I'm bothering you but please make a part 2 of that Aizawa x yn fic (titled room for one more)! It's really good and I'd love to see more of it, because his reactions actually seem accurate and canon. You haven't posted in a while, so I hope that everything is okay<33

Shouta Aizawa x Reader "Room for one more"

(PT2) PLATONIC

This is a PT 2 to the story "room for one more already posted but if you need it it's here!

The couch was stiff, and the apartment smelled faintly of coffee and cats. But it was warm. And safe. You hadn't felt either in a long time.

You blinked up at the ceiling, your limbs still tense under the blanket Aizawa had tossed over you without a word. His place was quiet, aside from the occasional creak of the building or a muffled meow from the hallway. You hadn’t even realized how exhausted you were until your eyes started to sting again—not from tears, this time, but sheer fatigue.

You’d only been there an hour, and already the gravity of what happened was starting to press down on your chest.

Your homeroom teacher had just… taken you in.

The door to the living room creaked slightly, and Aizawa stepped in, wearing his usual black sweats and a cup of coffee in hand. He didn't say anything at first, just walked past and sat in the recliner across from the couch, eyes scanning you quietly.

“I called Nezu,”

He said after a moment, voice low but not sharp.

“Told him the situation. We’ll handle the paperwork and your guardianship for now. You’re not going back there. End of story.”

You sat up slowly, the blanket sliding off your shoulders. “You’re serious?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You think I came to pick you up at 2 a.m. for fun?”

“…You didn’t have to do that.”

“Sure I did,” he replied simply.

“I'm responsible for your safety inside and out of school. That means something, whether you get that or not.”

His words hit somewhere deep in your chest, a warmth blooming behind your ribs, tangled with confusion and fear.

“But… what about school? I mean, I can’t just—what if someone finds out I’m living with a teacher?”

“Already considered,”

He replied, taking a sip of his tea.

“We’ll keep it quiet. Say you’re staying in one of the support dorms temporarily, and no one will ask questions. It’s not the first time UA’s had to step in for a student like this.”

You nodded slowly, chewing your lip. “I… I’m sorry, Sensei.”

“For what?” he said, frowning slightly.

“I don’t know. Everything? ”

He stared for a beat before standing up and walking to the small hallway. “Stop apologizing for surviving. That’s not your job.”

You flinched, more from the weight of his words than his tone. He disappeared down the hall, and you thought that was the end of it. But a minute later, he came back with a pillow and a proper blanket.

“You’re not a burden, kid. Not now, not ever. If anyone told you that—you were lied to.”

He dropped the blanket in your lap, then reached into his pocket and tossed something else onto the table. A small packet of sunflower seeds. You blinked down at them in confusion.

“You’ve got a plant quirk, right? Grow something in the windowsill. Could use some life in this place. It's better than hurting yourself "

The corners of your mouth twitched, just slightly.

“You’ll get through this,” he said, heading back to his room. “But in the meantime… there’s room for one more.”

He didn’t shut the door all the way, just left it cracked.

Just enough space for someone to find their way back if they got lost.

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I have 4 really long drafts

I will finish them

THEN

I'll do the 2 requests I have

I love y'all I swear 😭

Please request more 😔 it makes me motivated to write, any fandom really LADS, MHA, genshin (anything hoyo) Apothecary Diaries, so many more

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Hii I’ve just recently started reading some of your MHA stories and they are so sweet and my kind of story’s that give me comfort.

so I was wondering if you could maybe do a story SFW about eijiuro (sorry if I spelt that wrong!) kirishima x teen!reader getting injured by a villain when UA got attacked and while training, and reader had multiple wounds on them and Aizawa blamed himself cause he couldn’t help his student but kirishima didn’t come out his dorm room for days (blaming himself for letting you get hurt) and the Baku squad was worried about him and when Aizawa went to kirishimas dorm to tell him news about readers state he didn’t spent one second away, he rushed there immediately.

Thank you!!!!!

I love this idea so much! Getting and writing requests always makes me so happy! (Requests are open!)

I did shift it just a little, I hope you don't mind:(

Eijiro Kirishima × Reader

"No one to blame"

Quirk: Plant creation and manipulation

From the very beginning, it was clear that Aizawa was against the idea of letting students fight this battle. He never said it outright, but the tension in his voice and the heaviness in his eyes spoke volumes. It was what worried everyone the most. Despite his resistance, time and time again, Class 1-A was pushed into the line of fire—and this time felt different. The weight of it lingered in the air like a storm about to break. Everyone was on edge, waiting.

Your childhood best friend—now your boyfriend—was especially tense, though he’d never admit it. Too stubborn to voice his fear, but not good at hiding it either. You felt it in the way he gripped your hand just a little tighter than usual. The way his arm lingered around you longer than it needed to during the ride into the city. His silence was louder than any words.

The battle was chaos, but everyone fought with everything they had. Miraculously, from what you could tell, no one had been seriously injured—yet. Aizawa moved like a shadow on the battlefield, his sharp eyes locked onto the main villain. But even while fighting, you could see it—he was splitting his focus, constantly checking on his students. Worry carved deep lines into his face.

That’s when he saw you—holding strong, pushing yourself to the limit as you struggled to hold back an enemy with everything you had left. He glanced away for just a second, maybe out of guilt, maybe just to stop himself from watching one of his own get hurt. And in that heartbeat, another villain came for you from the side.

“Y/N!” Eijiro’s voice rang out like a warning bell.

You turned your head just in time to see the second villain. Too late to dodge. The hit threw you off your feet, and you felt the world tilt. The air ripped past you, and then—

Nothing.

Just voices, muffled and panicked. Then a pair of strong arms wrapped around you mid-fall. Eijiro. His hands shook as he held your limp body, your head against his chest, your breathing shallow.

You could barely open your eyes, barely hear anything clearly, but you heard his voice, trembling and desperate. “Stay with me, okay? I’ve got you.”

Everything went fuzzy after that. Hours—or maybe minutes—blurred together. When you next opened your eyes, the sharp scent of antiseptic and the soft hum of machines surrounded you. The infirmary. You blinked, trying to piece everything back together.

Beside you, slumped in a chair, was Aizawa. He looked exhausted, one hand holding a clipboard, the other resting near yours. You shifted slightly, groaning at the soreness, and he stirred immediately.

“Hey, don’t move. You’ve got stitches and bruising everywhere,” he said, his voice low but steady. He didn’t leave your side, not once. Every time you drifted back into sleep, he was there when you woke again.

It was during one of those waking moments, the fifth or sixth maybe, that you finally managed to speak. “Eji—” your voice cracked before you could finish. Aizawa’s expression tightened.

You looked at him, seeing it plainly in his eyes. He blamed himself. You reached out weakly, brushing his sleeve with trembling fingers. “Thank you, Aizawa-sensei… for staying.”

“He’s okay,” he said quickly, almost too quickly. “Everyone made it back. Including him.” His tone was calm, but the guilt bled through the cracks.

He gave you a soft, rare smile. The kind that reminded you he cared more than he ever let on.

Days passed. You were eventually cleared to return to the dorms, though still sore and healing. Your friends greeted you with cautious hugs and quiet relief—but the one person you needed to see wasn’t there.

You turned to Bakugou, who crossed his arms but didn’t scowl as sharply as usual. “Where’s Eji?” you asked.

He hesitated, his voice lower than expected. “Shitty hair’s been in his room since the mission ended. Won’t come out.” He rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled, “I’m kinda worried,” before gruffly adding, “Go knock some sense into him already.”

You made your way to his room, heart pounding, and knocked lightly.

Those words hit you harder than the villain’s attack. You hesitated, then knocked again.

“Go away,” his voice came through the door, hoarse and worn. “I already told you guys to drop it. It’s my fault they’re like that.”

There was a sudden rustle inside, a click of the lock, and the door swung open.

“Eji… I—” your voice caught in your throat.

“You—you’re okay!” Eijiro breathed, eyes red, tears clinging to his lashes. He pulled you into a hug, careful but fierce, like he couldn’t believe you were real. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve protected you. I should’ve—”

You silenced him with a kiss—gentle, soft. When you pulled back, you leaned against him, whispering, “Thanks for catching me.”

He laughed, just barely, a watery, relieved sound. He held you that night, arms wrapped around you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. And in that quiet, you finally felt safe again.

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Eijiro Kirishima x Reader "Always be here"

tw for; self harm

I've been having a hard time and i feel the need to share this just in case someone else needs it :3

As always, request are open, be respectful when making them

if you ever feel unsafe and need someone please text 988 TALK

You and Eijiro had been together for a while, you had know each other since middle school. Even before he decided red suited him more than black. It was only when you two began UA together and went to hell and back together that you realized you two we're both down bad for one another. As if you friends couldnt already tell. It was they way Eji looked at you like you were the center of the world, like nothing else mattered without you. Everyone could see how much he cared for you.

Eijiro knew about your struggles with self harm, he was there when it started and promised himself he wouldn't let it be an end. He helped you through it all especially when he himself when through similar thoughts and feelings. He'd rather die than let you struggle alone.

He was one of the reasons you stayed clean for so long, you knew he would always be there for you.

As of late things on night patrols had been hectic to say the least. Everyone at the hero agency was stressed and tired. Eijiro made it clear if you felt like something was off, no matter how busy he seemed he would make the time to be there for you.

The first time you felt like you couldn't bring yourself to tell him, you felt ashamed. He had given everything to you, yet you felt you ruined it. You knew it'd only hurt him, he'd blame himself for not noticing and it wasn't his fault at all. You couldn't let him do that. Even if it meant not telling him to avoid confrontation.

Eijiro could feel something was off, he could feel you distancing yourself. He'd get off work early and try and comfort you and brighten your day as much as he could. Most of the time it was all for nothing.

One night Eiji came home to a dark house to see you curled up in a ball unmoving and unmotivated and exhausted from your morning shift, even more so from the pain that was existing at this point in time. "Baby, please talk to me. I'm worried " To no avail. You looked up at him "I feel like if I tell you.. I'll hurt you, so please let me get through this on my own. " you said feeling the cracks and tightness in your voice the tears practically fighting you. "Please hun, I want to be involved so I can help you, I promise you I'm more than strong enough to handle whatever it is. "

You couldn't find something convincing to say to excuse it, so you stayed silent. He wasn't going to push, but he wasn't going to let it go either.

A few days go by and Eijiro comes home from patrol early. Seeing you in a similar state than before, but something was different. He could feel it. He walked over to you seeing you cured around yourself eyes puffy and red from crying. That's when he saw it, a new scar and an all too familiar object lying near your hands.

He froze, feeling tears of his own forming. You sat up quickly attempting to hide everything and pull yourself together when you see his face. "Eiji, Eiji please don't look at me like that, please I can't-" you stuttered feeling a wave of shame and guilt washing over you. "Why" he asked, so softly you almost couldn't hear him. You be and to sob quietly. He gets on his knees in front of you holding you gently enough as to not hurt you but tight enough as to not let you pull away. He kisses you gently "I'm sorry, I should have noticed baby. "

"No please don't, it's why I couldn't tell you. I don't want you to blame yourself. None of this is on you Eijiro"

He kisses you again reassuring you he cares and that he wants to be there for you.

It took some time but eventually you were able to open up about how you felt and what was making you feel pushed back to the point of self harm. He helped you through it, just as he did before, just as he always intended on doing for you. Even when you relapsed a few times he made sure to clean and help you until you felt okay enough to talk about it.

You were everything to him, no amount of struggling would ever change that.

Sorry this was short :( REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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It is today I remember you

The pictures on my wall to the way you lifted the spirits of everyone around you. You were the joy within this family. Even in the moments you could not remember you made us laugh. Even if you did not recognize me, even if the words you said didn't make sense. You were in there. I know you were, you had to have been.

I believe with my heart and soul that you are here, in some way or another.

One day

I will help find a way to cure what it is that took you from us long before time took your body.

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Shota Aizawa x Reader PLATONIC KID.

"Safe in my arms"

Requests are open!

Tw: nightmares, mentioned abuse and panic attacks

You had been living with your homeroom teacher for a while, ever since your parents' kicked you out anyways. Aizawa had been letting you sleep in the room next to him. It was around 2am when you woke up hyperventilating, sweaty and crying. The memories from how horrible your family treated you was all that polluted your mind. This was the first of many for that night, and it was honestly something you felt ashamed of. You felt like a child wanting to cry out for a parent to hold you but you didn't want to seem babyish and helpless.

A few hours later around 4am Aizawa got up to start getting ready for the day and he normally didn't wake you until 5:30 (he left the house at 6:30) so you were at school early enough. As we walked through the kitchen looking for what to make for breakfast you heard a scream. He ran to your room seeing you sat up in bed grabbing your chest trying to breathe teas welling in your eyes. "Shit kid, I can see you shaking from here" he says softly slowly walking towards you "you look like you've been crying for hours, did this happen all night?" He asks worryingly. He always tried to make it seem like he didn't care but he knew when to let his guard down and soften up. He noticed you tense up and pulled you towards him, "hey, hey, just try and relax into my arms and match my breathing kid." He said softly but firmly. He reminds you where you are as a means of grounding you. Knowing how disoriented people can be after nightmares he tried his best to remind you of your surroundings and such. "You have every right to feel scared, no one expects you to feel normal after things like this. There's no shame in needing someone to lean on kid." He went on about how you could have woken him and he would have helped you but you still felt that sense of shame in you, like you were childish for needing to be heald to feel at ease. "Healing isn't something that happens overnight there's no shame in needing this. I can tell that's what you're thinking. " He explained. After a few minutes you fell back asleep and managed to get a few more minutes of sleep while Aizawa was sitting in the room near you. After a while you started to hyperventilate again and Aizawa rubbed your shoulder reassuring you trying to help you calm down. It worked for the most part as you managed to stay asleep. The few nights after that he periodically checked on you through the night and left the door to his room open if you wanted to be near him. Most nights after bad nightmares he sat in the room with you while you slept being there to lull you back to sleep after one or calm you down during it.

Sorry this was short but I tried

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Hi Tumblr. New video dropped. It's an important one, but ya boy had to talk his shit and nearly cry on camera like three times.

Not my first rodeo, if you were around in 2016, you already know how I get down. But there are a lot of new faces around since then and I would feel fraudulent if I didn't speak from the the heart on recent events and how it will impact all corners of our community.

I know it's painful and scary. To have a path to progress laid for you only to be kicked off a regressive cliff fueled by petulant fools clinging to their false ideal of normality. Of morality. I can only imagine the terror. The families betraying your best interests because eggs and gas cost too much, all for vague promises of solutions and potentially disastrous policies. Unsure if your neighbors and colleagues think you're subhuman.

Fuck that.

Our leadership has failed us. If they lack the wit and intellect to undo the fools stood across from us, they need to get out of the way. We cannot have our whole democracy undone by grifters and juvenile men whose sole purpose is to seek glory in the eyes of boys.

Anyway. I'm pissed, tired, and getting back to work.

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A Mother's Cry from Gaza: From the Heart of Fear and Suffering😞🍉

Hello, I am Inas, a mother of five children from Gaza. We fled our home with nothing—no clothes, no safety—escaping the tanks in front of us. My husband was hit by a bomb, and now he lies wounded, needing surgery to remove the shrapnel that threatens his life.

My son Musab had just finished high school before the war, dreaming of entering engineering, but fate has forced him to search for food for us among the ruins. My younger children, who were once dedicated to their studies, now carry water that is heavier than they are, just to survive.

My little daughter Rimas fell ill due to malnutrition and spent time in the hospital. I lost my father in this cursed war, and I have become the sole provider for my children. I would never ask for help if it weren’t for the overwhelming fear I have for my children, a mother desperate to bring them to safety, but I have no means to do so.

My children are terrified to leave the tent. Every time they remember passing in front of tanks and fires, fear grips them. Our home, which took me years to build, is now completely destroyed.

Today, I reach out to you with a broken heart, pleading for help from anyone who can assist us. We need support to cover my husband’s surgery, provide food and treatment for my children. Every donation, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in our lives. This is not just financial aid; it's a chance to restore hope to a family shattered by war.

Please donate to save my family and give my children the chance for a safe life and a better future.🙏

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But now, in a tent and an unclean life, we are cheating and dying

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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader "Still love you the same"

Tw: implied domestic abuse with comfort ofc

Pro hero AU

It was a rainy day and you and Katsuki both had the day off. Katsuki's presence alone normally soothes your mind, but today the universe has other plans. You hadn't meant for him to see it, you had just wanted to get a book from the shelf, and your shirt lifted up just enough to be able to see the scar. A shitty reminder of being hurt by someone you loved and trusted. You froze, feeling his gaze on your back. Katsuki stepped closer, his expression unreadable. You felt your body wanted to run, not out of fear or shame but because you didn't want any pity he had to give. "Are there anymore? You never told me about this " he asks softly but yet you could still feel the emotions in his words. You felt his hands hovering over the scars, the warmth of his hands radiating onto your skin. "Who did this?" He asks his voice firm and is still calm when he does. "It doesn't matter it was a long time ago Katsu" His gaze softens but doesn't leave you. You knew he wouldn't push but you knew the thought of someone hurting you was hurting him. "I don't want your pity" you say before you are cut off "Scars visible or not are nothing, they don't define you"

"it was my fault, I didn't leave when I should have.." you said feeling the tears swell into your eyes. He pulled your towards him "You didn't deserve that regardless of if you stayed. Don't be stupid and blame yourself "

You could feel the tears falling and your throat cloging up, "I wish I had been there"

"well you're here now right?" He wraps his arms around you giving you a sense of safety and comfort. "Nothing will hurt you, no one will lay a hand on you as long as I'm around. I promise." He says followed by a quiet "I believe you"

He cups his hands around your cheeks kissing you softly on the forehead then on the lips. You closed your eyes feeling safe and comfortable. Katsuki made you feel safe and vulnerable at the same time and that's why you love him so much.

Sorry for not posting I've been going through it, please leave any requests you have !

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"you are always the star that brightened everything Tala." I watched the light leave your eyes did you expect me to not explode into a black hole?

Context of name: my name means Bright Star or sun

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My worst fear is being with a man who only uses me for my body. Having sexual trauma makes intimacy of even the smallest kind scary and hard.

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🐦📖🌾 𓆱 "And with that final verse delivered, goodbyes were sealed. This is a song of origin, my farewells to the fields." Pre-save "Songs of Origin"

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Grief is a funny thing isn't it? We are so use to having dinner done by 5, so we are used to buying loto tickets

Everything feels so blurry