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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 1 year

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𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗌. (𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. }

Soo I read somewhere that old war nurses were told to never show their negative emotions when the soldiers were dying sooo lemme present to you…

Izuku who bursts through your door, hand barely covering the fist sized hole overtaking his abdomen, splotches of blood paints his deathly paling face and as he tries to speak a spurt of blood leaves his mouth and he coughs.

You frantically led him towards your couch, he’s been like this for too long he doesn’t have much time left and you know this, but mentally your brain isn’t ready.

You’re trying to calm yourself and check him out, then you hear him speak. “‘M sorry bout the mess was ‘posed t’ come home earlier.” A trail of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, he doesn’t have much time left you try to remind yourself putting on an act as you both sit on the couch.

Your eyes glossy, lips slightly trembling as you clear your throat, he doesn’t need to see you like this. “A-ah y-yea baby it’s fine, you came back home. That’s all that matters.”

He softly smiles and you mimic him, your tear ducts filling. “O-oh d-did you get a c-chance to make dinner?” He coughs violently, your eyes widened at the amount of blood that now covers his scarred, busted palm. “Sorry love b-but I-im feeling kinda sleepy.”

His eyes have lost their shine, the tears now flood down your face silently, your lips managed a mangled smile, he really doesn’t have much time left. He looks up still coherent enough to see your tears.

“Why’re ya c-crying love?” You shook your head from side to side kissing his forehead a few tears falling on him. “‘M just happy you’re home baby.” A mix of a laugh sob left your mouth as he mutters a soft ‘oh.’

You can tell he’s getting weaker, his arms laid by his side and he felt heavier, you cradled his head kissing his cheek, you see him try to form a smile. You don’t mind the burgundy/crimson liquid leading from the front door, pooling on the couch as you situated his nearly lifeless body on the couch, his head in your lap he let out a sound of comfort looking up at your smile, his face feels so heavy to him but he’s sure he’s smiling back.

“You’re so pretty…I love you.” You struggle to choke back a sob as more tears fell. “T-thank you baby I love you too. U-um how bout you t-take a nap I’ll w-wake you when dinner’s ready h-hmm? H-how that sound?”

He feels you kiss his lips feeling himself fading as he tries to nod he lets a soft ‘okay’ letting out a sigh of relief as he’s finally able to rest his heavy burning eyes.

Five minutes of shock passes through you and you tremble and wail, your now cold lover dead in your lap, a perspicuously faint smile on his face.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

#city.writes #black writers #black reader #x black reader #black fem reader #x black fem reader #black yn #mha deku #deku x black!reader #deku angst #I was really debating on kiri for this too #city writes sad shit just this once😘✌🏾#part 2 #city’s smol fics💞#angst #izuku x black!reader

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 10 months

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𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎. (𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗄𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀. }

“I don’t wanna leave you…” you look at him trying to stay calm for your sake, focusing on the blood that leaked from his forehead. “I can’t…not right now..not now.” you give a grim smile holding his hand in both of your tightly “i know.”

tears now streamed down his face mixing in with his blood and if it were under different circumstances— under any other circumstance, you might even say it beautiful, the way the crimson color swirled intricate designs in his teardrop’s wake. “i wanted to be there for them… we were supposed to watch them grow up together, take care of them together.”

ooh yea the main reason you weren’t slinging yourself across the hospital floor acting a fool, forcefully yelling at every doctor, nurse, receptionist and hell even janitor to fix your husband, no wait scratch that, fiancé lest they see what your wrath is really capable of, is because you were 6 months pregnant, with twins, hopping just along your third trimester. you tried not to stress yourself out because you had complications earlier in your pregnancy, but how can you really do that with a hero as a partner? i mean look at the situation now.

“i know.” you bring his hand up to your forehead, holding it there for a few seconds before bringing it to your trembling lips, kissing the rough bloodied limb, trying to exhale away all your doubts and just live in this moment with him while you can.

he lets out a groan of pain and annoyance from your two worded answers, it made your heart crack. “please y/n say something—anything else please.” you didn’t even have to think of what to say, tears rushed to fall, you knew you were going to have a major headache for keeping them in. “i love you…so much, more than anything.”

you feel his body shake as he tried to laugh through the pain. “that’s just what i needed to hear sweetheart.. c-can you stand up for me.” and who were you to ignore a man’s dying wants? so you did. “i wanna feel ‘em ‘fore my hands give out.” you nod a small sound of agreement croaking from your trembling lips, putting his hand on your rounded belly, voice cracking and he notices.

“hey there squirts, daddy’s gonna be gone for a bit but I’ll be around all the time. I love both of you and your mommy always, death can never take that from me…” he hears your sniffles, trying not to speak of the elephant in the room before continuing. “..try not to give your mom a hard time as much as you can, but always always smother her with your love, cuz she’s gonna need it…”

he trails off, breath ragged as he feels your stomach moving around, making him let out a wry laugh and you follow along with him, disregarding the discomfort. “at least they’re good listeners… y/n?” he pauses watching you take a seat, your feet aching already from the walking, waiting, and slight speed walking you had to do to get here.

you hum letting him know he had your attention, as if he could ever lose it in these moments— his final moments, especially with the seemingly loud beeping of the green digital monitor that was over his head, it made everything feel so much more permanent, more finalized. “yes kiri.. a-anything.”

“take care of them enough— love them enough, for both of us, they’re kids so they’ll probably ask about me a lot and i want them to know about me from all angles, so don’t be scared to ask for help from our families and our friends, not just when it’s about me but when it’s for them, they’ll help you.” he coughs, you could see the blood droplets splatting on his face, he looked at you with the same beautiful crimson eyes that you fell in love with, now dimming, you never knew you could dislike a color more in that moment.

“you’re so beautiful, do you know that.” you scoff, smile playing on your lips at his smooth talking ways. “I want you to take my ring, right now..” your eyes widen, breath getting caught in your throat. “..take it. wear it on a necklace until the kids get older then have it cut in half and made into two necklaces to give to them.”

you grabbed his left hand that sat in his lap limply taking off the big sliver band and putting it on where your ring sat, watching it slide down your finger, sitting on top of yours showing just how big your fiancé’s finger was compared to your own.

the weight of the situation made you want to throw up your food and go back to this morning, and beg him to stay cuz the babies wanted to spend time with him and he would’ve stayed. he wouldn’t have even walked out the door in the morning, he would’ve canceled his shift, but you didn’t, so he didn’t.

now you’re here sitting in a hospital on the side of your dying lover, pregnant with his twins. you come out of your stupor when you felt a hand grab yours, squeezing it with as much pressure as he could. “don’t do that doubting stuff.” he always did know when you were going through the motions. you looked at him to find that his tears never stopped and his signature smile appeared on his face.

the same one he’d use when around the people he’s saving while he’s hurt and in pain, to let them think he’s got this and he’s not gonna back down, as he spoke in a shaky voice. “i don’t wanna l-leave you..” the beep of the monitor blaring in your ears making you look at it the line bouncing lowly across the screen, the grunting of the black rooted redhead brings you out of that trance.

“y/n can you say it again? tell me you love me… i need to hear you say it please… please.” you nod the tears welling up in your eyes. “I love you so so so much kiri, my heart can’t take it, me and the babies love you so much.” he lets out a heavy sigh small smile gracing his scrunched face, “…thank you…” the monitor line rapidly jumps one last time as he rubs his thumb across your knuckles, the sensation ghosting you sending shivers down your spine, before a constant beeping bled into your ears.

his warm hand that used to caress your face to wake you in the mornings or tickle you when you got aggravated at something, just to make you laugh for him, now laid cold on top of your own. the doctors that left you privacy in your final moments now rushed in the room, they would’ve thought you to have orchestrated his death as they watch you stay quiet, blank eyes staring straight ahead, had there not been streams of tears flowing down your rounded face and the bump that protruded from underneath your shirt.

they worked around you silently unhooking him from the machines, they pause going rigid when you rise from your seat, squeezing his hand before slipping yours away. the ‘clacking’ of your sandals hitting the floor as you left the room, not looking back. your blank face facing forward as you open the door, being greeted to a group of people, their faces full of tears and devastation.

a tall black haired woman with tan skin rushed to you, the tears in her red eyes reminding you of what you just lost as she wrapped her arms around you, making every wall you built up come crumbling down as you finally let out your cries.

if the groups’ heart wasn’t broken then it is now as they hear your wails, watching as you cling to your lover’s mother, giving them the answer to the question they wish they didn’t have to ask.

#city.writes #black writers #black reader #black fem reader #x black fem reader #x black reader #black yn #kiri x black!reader #kiri x black fem!reader #city writes sad shit just this once😘✌🏾#like part 3 or sum shit💁🏾‍♀️#mha kirishima #bnha kirishima #kirishima eijirou

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 1 year

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also let’s think about this and I try not to write/read sad stuff as much or at all if I can help it because that shit makes me sad and why should I as a black woman be sad hmmm???

but being a ‘background character’ in love with someone who hogs the spotlight, knowing that they’re right in front of you and you’ll never reach them, and if you do they’ll never look at you, not the way you want them to anyway

so you’re just on the sidelines watching them fall in love with someone else and that hurts like a bitch and it’s tough, you can’t even be happy to just be near them cuz the person they’re in love with is now constantly there

and your heart breaks even more as the person you love thanks you for knowing them, if they’re nice enough to do that, and you think that’s worse cuz now you see how little you meant to them this whole time, being able to let you go that easily?? you wish they never said anything at all

watching as they walk away with them, as if being in that person’s presence was like touching sunshine dipped in gold, knowing they never ever even glanced your way with a fraction of that feeling

#city.writes #personal headcanon #you and your fav if you wanna break your own heart😞#black writers #city writes sad shit just this once😘✌🏾#this as much sad stuff y’all getting out of me cuz I hatee sad shit

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