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i hate it here. | oikawa toru

✎ angst (?)

✎ n! reader

sometimes i just never feel like im enough. when will i ever be good enough for you. it hurts seeing you move on as if it never happened. what about us. i cant let go. please just tell me again, why. making you mine is impossible. i love everything you do. did i ever mean anything to you. countless nights ive spent dreaming about you. the stupid shit im willing to sacrifice for you. i know im dumb but i love you. it didnt have to end so soon. its too hard to let go. laying in bed without you pains me. its so fucking empty. your warm touch isnt there for me. its all for you baby. where do we go now that youre gone. 

i know it isnt much i just have major writers block atm, im sorry.

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look like me? | yo shindo

pt. 2

✎ fluff / little angst (?)

✎ fem! mom! reader

✎ parent! au

✎ older! au

Shindo sat there in complete shock. Her face. The little light that shimmered in her eye, he hasn’t seen that in forever. Those plump rosy cheeks he used to pinch. A beautiful smile. Being with her was like a movie. He missed it.

It’s been almost a month since he saw the two. They never left his mind. Everyday he would just sit in bed, thinking of her. The pain of seeing her again physically hurt. It was as if someone was torturing him. Why couldn’t it just stop? It hurt so much. Deep breaths. His mind wondered off to whether changing the past would affect how it was now. If only he could go back.

“Shindo? You need to come out.” He had been in his room for 3 days. Nakagame knocked softly. She held a bowl of okayu. Shindo didn’t respond. She knocked again, nothing. He could hear creaks in the wood floor slowly echoing farther away. Tears trickled down his soft, heated cheeks. Dullness in his eyes. Emptiness.

He wiped his tears and sniffled into his sweatshirt. A little spot of sunshine peaked through the blackout curtains. His chest felt heavy. Heart aching. Memories of them together came back to him piece by piece each day. Why did he ever let go. Giving it all was the only thing he could do. Everything he did was for her.

7 years ago....

“ Please don’t go...”

“I need you...”

Shindo packed all the drawers with his clothes in it to his suitcase.

“Baby I’m sorry, things didn’t work out how I planned.” His eyes were watered to the brim. Shindo continued to pack his belongings in a rush. She held onto him, no space in between.

“I love you, p-please you can’t go!” Tear drops stained the loose gray shirt he was wearing. She sat at the edge of the bed holding on as tight as she could, believing that he would be able to escape. “It’s not alright...but we will find our way promi-” Shindo gripped her arm and shoved her off.

“I love you. I love you a lot.” He gazed into her eyes. She could feel the emotions dart through every part in her body. Shindo took one more glance at her face, beady, small, bright eyes filled with tears, mouth gapped open, before leaving out the door. [Name] just sat there with an empty expression. No ability to move. He left with no reason. He left before she could even tell him. [Name] focused her vision down below her chest. A warm hand lay on it, gently rubbing in small circles.

Present...

Shindo unlocked the hickory, brown, wooden door. Step by step out . The kitchen and living room were undisturbed as usual. The dimly lit area made it harder for him to make way around the living space. A pile of dishes stacked up in the sink beginning to mold. “Oh god what the hell is that smell.” A look of cringe on his face. He sprinted to the front door for some fresh air. Shindo considered going for a little jog past the park, it was nice outside. 

“Mommy! Look! Its a ladybug!” Sohan squealed like a small frivolous mouse. His baby smile reached to his eyes, almost as if they didn’t exist. The sun shone brightly, a hot summer day.  Sweat beads dripped down [Name]’s forehead. Cold water and ice cream sounded perfect at this moment. 

“Sohan! You wanna go and get some ice cream baby?” He widened his eyes,a lopsided grin appeared on his face. Sohan zoomed to the sidewalk, wind pushing his hair back. A tall muscular figure was in the way. 

Shindo jogged past the neighbor hood park. He had forgotten his sunglasses back home and just ended up squinting. The sun was too much for him. He absolutely hated this weather. Shindo could hear small, running footsteps in front of him but didn't take that to mind. THUMP  A miniature human bumped into him. Besides being completely blinded by the sun, he kneeled down by the kid. “Hey, sorry. Are you ok?” 

“ITS YOU! I thought you’d look different by now ummm...” A familiar voice rang into his ear. The kid. [Name]’s kid. The one that looks like me. 

“H-how do you even-” 

“Sohan! Honey is everything alright?” [Name] rushed to his aid. She glanced at Shindo with anxious eyes. 

“Its you again..” 

hihi! sorry again for taking so long with this. i am starting to lose interest in bnha but i will continue writing for it (might take longer). i can take request for other animes/kpop! thank you! 

-unedited 

tags: @kotakingly​ @sonotvic​ @capricorn-nightmare​ 

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Can you do a sequel to “you look like me” I need it. K thanks... I love you btw

aaaaaaahhh im so sorry 🥺 i am working on it n if you have any suggestions on what you want in it please tell me so 🥺👉👈 thank you so much ilyt 🥺🥺<3

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me | katsuki b. preview

The way her eyes would glimmer under the moonlight. Her slightly damp locks, the silhouette of an angel. I never wanted this to end. Maybe if time froze then we could be together forever. We lay on the ground, paralyzed. Not a single bone could move. The embrace of her honey-smooth arms around my waist was all I needed. The stars are more beautiful when I’m with you.  

hihi !! I haven’t posted in months and i’m so sorry about that. I am currently working on a new series and this is just a little snippet of ch.1 

thank you thank you !! 

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here we go again | bakugou katsuki

✎ fluff

✎ bakugou katsuki

✎ cute

“here we go again, i kinda wanna be more than friends...” the strums of his melodic cords echoed throughout her room. dim pink lights illuminated the shape of a lump in the sheets. a bright light could be seen beneath the blankets. 

“so take it easy on me,” every smile he flashes, millions of heartbeats begin once again. out of everyone in this app, she loved him. only him, katsuki bakugou.

“I’m afraid you’re never satisfied.” the gaze of pure confusion on his face, lip piercing, nose piercing, just everywhere.

It ended into another loop. Here we go again.

[taka-makki]

Hi lovely! This is a long shot but hey. I remember reading this au series a few weeks ago in which y/n was a drinks waitress at club U.A. and she served a group of boys called The Elite Six or something (Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, etc). I think it was setting itself up as a Bakugou fic but I can’t find it anywhere or remember who wrote it. Considering you are the queen of MHA/Bakugou fic, I’m putting my faith in you to help me 🙏🏻💖

here yee here yee! i have the fic~ does it so happen to be on ao3 and one of the most amazing things to graze the bnha fandom? if so, it should be nightclub au! if not we can try again?

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𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊.

WARNING(S);

angst, suicidal thoughts, beating, mentions of anorexia,                                       a pov change (sorry!), profanity, not proof-read

(if you are sensitive to these topics please don’t read this.)

───

“katsuki, i love you.”

“ah..”

that was always his response, either that or grunting. he never really told you that he loved you back, and you didn’t really know if he did.

it was fine, though. you knew he was dense, so you didn’t really bother him about it.

that’s how you always thought. you had this ‘half full’ mindset that attracted people to you. always looking at the positives in situations. it never occurred to you how much your personality could hurt you.

the way he treated you; it was horrible.

he never really spent time with you. even if he was free, he would choose to go and hang out with other people.

he never acknowledged you in a room, even though you would. you would go up to him with a big smile on your face while his frown deepened.

he’d sigh, mumble a few incoherent words as he pushed you off him.

this would happen contentiously , and you had always kept that big smile on your face, not caring that he blew you off.

someone did, though.

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sorry for not posting anything lately :( I just lost inspiration and I don’t have any good things to write. feel free to send in request! 🥺💕

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sorry for not posting anything lately :( I just lost inspiration and I don’t have any good things to write. feel free to send in request! 🥺💕

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love in paris | katsuki bakugou

✎ fluff 

✎ fem! fashion designer! reader

✎ 1 | 2 

Katsuki trudged through the airport gates to the outside world. The dark, gloomy starry night was surely something extravagant. It never looked better than it did in paris. Luminous stars reflected off his glasses. His round-ish frames slid down his nose while his phone buzzed. 

“yea sharky?” Katsuki had annoyance laced in his voice. He looked around him looking for a cab. 

“where are you? aizawa is pissed.” The redhead glanced down loosening his crimson tie. Everyone in 1-A  was seated in their seats except for the hot-headed blonde. 

“fuck off, im busy, i’ll talk to you later.” It didn’t help the fact that he sat next to an old hag with stinky feet. Her vintage mary janes smelt sickening, and not the good way. 

Katsuki ended the phone call with Kirishima with a grunt. He had better things to do than sit around in class and learn nothing. 

It had been a year since they last physically saw each other. The both of them went to different high schools but that didn’t stop them from communicating. Everyday [Name] would skype him, vice versa. He always got the butterflies hearing her name. Whenever she would cuddle with him, he could feel his ears and cheeks burn. It was normal for the two of them to sleep in the same bed considering they were the best of friends. Maybe [Name] didn’t cooperate the feelings back but that wouldn’t stop him from dropping subtle hints. Any idiot could tell Katsuki liked- no, loved [Name]. The two spent a fair amount together throughout the years, endless days playing in the dirt. 

A cab stopped ahead of him beeping the horn. “OK YOU DAMNED BASTARD! I CAN FUCKING SEE YOU!” Several heads spun to look at Katsuki. His blood-red eyes shot daggers at them all.

“Destination?” The driver was quite well-groomed. If anything, he looked like Escanor except french. It pissed him off. He grumbled her address to the driver and continued to sit in silence. 

The stars were beautiful. They reminded him of you. A bright ball of hotness. I’m joking.

“Sir, we have arrived.” Katsuki looked at the french man and paid him. 

“Thanks for the ride, I guess.” When he opened the door, a breeze flew past. No doubt it was cold at 3 am. A tall apartment building stood before him, he snickered.  “Of course she lives in this dump.” In reality, it was a nice place. He trudged up the stairs to your door number. 

Now, if I was an idiot, where would I put my spare key? Mr. Boom Boom kicked her brown welcome mat to the side. “tch, dumbass.” He leaned down to pick up the key. The door clicked as he shut it. Bakugou set his things in her living room, or at least what he thought it was. There was a long hall ahead of him. He assumed her room was at the end of the hall. “You better be fucking sleeping when I come into your room.” He quietly whispered to himself.

Illumination could be seen from under your room door.  His hand grasped the doorknob, slowly twisting it open. 

There she lay, head on top of her desk. A plate of crumbs accompanied her right side while her laptop on the other. It seemed as if she was working on a school project. Katsuki smiled a bit. Suprise. 

He scooted over to her in a whiz. “[Name], who allowed you to be this cute?” Katsuki smirked to himself. He could imagine your cute little face flushed with embarrassment. For a few minutes, he fondled her cheeks. 

Lord explosion murder picked [name] up from her chair and carried her to the bed. Light fluffy sheets, big lump pillows, [Name]’s heaven. She looked peaceful, unlike the raid of area 51. Katsuki chuckled at her expressions. 

He went to the other side of the bed and laid down. They were face to face, body to body, connection to connection. Her limp body was forced into Katsuki’s. 

“[Name], I love you so fucking much, and I’ll be sure you get that through your thick skull.”

I know it isn’t much but please bear with me 🐻 jdanfsaejibfiu I didn’t know if more was needed but I tried. Thanks to everyone who read this story. Request are open! Have a nice day!

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love in paris | katsuki bakugou

✎ fluff 

✎ fem! fashion designer! reader

✎ 1 | 2 

Katsuki trudged through the airport gates to the outside world. The dark, gloomy starry night was surely something extravagant. It never looked better than it did in paris. Luminous stars reflected off his glasses. His round-ish frames slid down his nose while his phone buzzed. 

“yea sharky?” Katsuki had annoyance laced in his voice. He looked around him looking for a cab. 

“where are you? aizawa is pissed.” The redhead glanced down loosening his crimson tie. Everyone in 1-A  was seated in their seats except for the hot-headed blonde. 

“fuck off, im busy, i’ll talk to you later.” It didn't help the fact that he sat next to an old hag with stinky feet. Her vintage mary janes smelt sickening, and not the good way. 

Katsuki ended the phone call with Kirishima with a grunt. He had better things to do than sit around in class and learn nothing. 

It had been a year since they last physically saw each other. The both of them went to different high schools but that didn't stop them from communicating. Everyday [Name] would skype him, vice versa. He always got the butterflies hearing her name. Whenever she would cuddle with him, he could feel his ears and cheeks burn. It was normal for the two of them to sleep in the same bed considering they were the best of friends. Maybe [Name] didn't cooperate the feelings back but that wouldn't stop him from dropping subtle hints. Any idiot could tell Katsuki liked- no, loved [Name]. The two spent a fair amount together throughout the years, endless days playing in the dirt. 

A cab stopped ahead of him beeping the horn. “OK YOU DAMNED BASTARD! I CAN FUCKING SEE YOU!” Several heads spun to look at Katsuki. His blood-red eyes shot daggers at them all.

“Destination?” The driver was quite well-groomed. If anything, he looked like Escanor except french. It pissed him off. He grumbled her address to the driver and continued to sit in silence. 

The stars were beautiful. They reminded him of you. A bright ball of hotness. I'm joking.

“Sir, we have arrived.” Katsuki looked at the french man and paid him. 

“Thanks for the ride, I guess.” When he opened the door, a breeze flew past. No doubt it was cold at 3 am. A tall apartment building stood before him, he snickered.  “Of course she lives in this dump.” In reality, it was a nice place. He trudged up the stairs to your door number. 

Now, if I was an idiot, where would I put my spare key? Mr. Boom Boom kicked her brown welcome mat to the side. “tch, dumbass.” He leaned down to pick up the key. The door clicked as he shut it. Bakugou set his things in her living room, or at least what he thought it was. There was a long hall ahead of him. He assumed her room was at the end of the hall. “You better be fucking sleeping when I come into your room.” He quietly whispered to himself.

Illumination could be seen from under your room door.  His hand grasped the doorknob, slowly twisting it open. 

There she lay, head on top of her desk. A plate of crumbs accompanied her right side while her laptop on the other. It seemed as if she was working on a school project. Katsuki smiled a bit. Suprise. 

He scooted over to her in a whiz. “[Name], who allowed you to be this cute?” Katsuki smirked to himself. He could imagine your cute little face flushed with embarrassment. For a few minutes, he fondled her cheeks. 

Lord explosion murder picked [name] up from her chair and carried her to the bed. Light fluffy sheets, big lump pillows, [Name]’s heaven. She looked peaceful, unlike the raid of area 51. Katsuki chuckled at her expressions. 

He went to the other side of the bed and laid down. They were face to face, body to body, connection to connection. Her limp body was forced into Katsuki’s. 

“[Name], I love you so fucking much, and I’ll be sure you get that through your thick skull.”

I know it isn’t much but please bear with me 🐻 jdanfsaejibfiu I didn’t know if more was needed but I tried. Thanks to everyone who read this story. Request are open! Have a nice day!

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hold me tight | alibaba saluja

✎  fluff 

✎ gender neutral! reader

✎ roommate! au

✎ anime - magi 

“W- What are you doing?” [Name]’s face was stuffed into Alibaba’s purple shirt. He could feel their heavy breathing, the hotness on his chest. Unfortunately, the room was pitch black, with the exception of the alarm clock on his bed stand. Two arms were securely tightened around his waist. Legs tangled together, warmth radiating off their bodies.  

Red flushed his face. Not once has his roommate been this close to him. 

“Alibaba, I’m s-scared,” [Name]’s ragged breath continued. He felt quite scared himself. “please let me sleep with you tonight.” Alibaba observed their movements. 

“You can sleep with me any night.” He pulled them in more closely. 

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blue jeans | denki kaminari

✎ angst - fluff (?)

✎ fem! reader

✎ drug dealer! au

✎ songfic-ish [ blue jeans - Lana Del Ray ] 

“denki, where do you go every night? you're never home a-anymore.” tears were threatening to spill out of her eyes. [Name]’s voice would quiver every so often, the gleaming moon highlighting her silhouette. She was hunched over on the end of the bed wearing an oversized ivory t-shirt. Denki’s to be exact.

He looked away from her gaze, his messed up shirt and blue jeans covered in dirt.

“please, I can't help but feel like you're not telling me something. Tell me the truth. I’ll be by your side no matter what.” She was full-on sobbing, wet droplets creating stains on her shirt. Kaminari couldn't bear seeing her like this.

All he wanted was to earn some money without her knowing. It wasn't the best choice, but he had to. Dark nights of dealing and abuse. Old drunk men stealing the drugs from him like it was nothing. He was too innocent for this. It was never supposed to happen this way.

She never wanted more money. All she wanted was it to be like it was before.

“I-I don't know anymore [name], how are we supposed to live without money? I messed everything up for us,” Soon enough, he also began to whimper. “you don’t deserve this life.” Denki fell to his knees, arms around her waist. She bent down to hug him.

“I made you a promise, no matter what happens, I’ll always be by your side.” He could feel her smile against his neck. Relief settling between the two.  

“I love you.”

It was as clear as day, they were both stuck in this game. Together forever.

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Hi I know you're quiet new on this blog but I want to say I really loved your it hurt’s | hitoshi shinso story and wanted to ask if we get a second part for it maybe???

ahh yes ofc! I am currently working on the second part. Not exactly sure when it will be done but maybe in a couple days or so? but anyways, thank you so much! I really appreciate you reading my story. Have a nice day!! :)

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look like me? | Yo Shindo

✎ fluff (?)

✎ fem! mom! reader

✎ parent! au 

✎ older! au

“Excuse me, mister,” A small tiny black haired cutie tugged on Shindo’s shirt. This may have caught him by suprise, “why do you look like me?” 

Shindo spun around in flash. A child that looked like him? Was there some type of villain that made identical hero children? It was intriguing. The little boy truthfully resembled him. Cute almond-colored eyes, dark brown (almost black) shaggy hair. Although, he did look like someone else a bit. 

“Little boy, the real question here is, why do you look like me?” He may have emphasized the ending more than he wanted too. Shindo wore a smug grin on his face as if this was a competition. 

“Old hag, I may look like you but I am the upgraded version, Mister 2.0″ The kids' eyebrows were raised like he knew something. Is this punk on drugs or smt. A question that would linger in his mind for a bit. 

“Sohan! Where did you run off too?” [Name] came running over to her 7-year-old boy. “I thought I told you to stay by my side.” She possibly pushed Shindo over on to the ground. 

“I'm sorry mom, it's just, this old man looks like me.” Worry was written all over his face. Sohan’s finger was nudging to Shindo on the floor. She glanced over to this ‘old man’ to find out it was him.  

Not once would she have thought to run into him here? The grocery store of all places. Before thinking, she leaned down to help him up. “ I am so sorry mister. Please forgive me.” [Name] was really hoping that Shindo wouldn't recognize her. 

“[Name]?” He was confused as to why she had a child. Or even if it was her child. 

“damn it,” she muttered in disappointment, “Hi Shindo. Funny meeting you here.” Pure awkwardness laced in her voice. On the other hand, he didn't look too happy. Only being able to read a straight face-off of him, she quickly took Sohan's hand into hers and waved. “goodbye now, glad to see you.” The pair walked away in hope of losing him once again. 

All of a sudden, it felt like his heart had stopped working. 7 years of misery and despair is what lead him to this moment. Everything he did for her was gone, out the window. He just stood there in shock. Not being able to move. Paralyzed.  

Izuku strolled up behind Shindo. “Are you ok?” 

-unedited