neysa

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neysa ( 缘分 )ㅤ ✢ ֗ ۪ ﹡ a rabbit-hearted girl with a fixation on horror films, apocalyptic tragedies, and morally questionable characters ͙ ͏ 🐑 ♪ ͏ ͏ﾟ

early twenties. she pronouns. uni student. daughter of cain. multi fandom 𓂃 minors do not interact ! ༒ archive ⋮ pinterest

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🚬 break

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interning at a law firm is not for the weak 🫩 i wanna write sooooo bad but having an 8-5 on the daily is burning me out

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guess who just bought the olivia rodrigo bundle on fortnite 😛

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so so in love with the way you write rafe and this theme is so cutesy <3

TYYYYY ANGEL this coming from U is a massive compliment 🩷🩷

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note to self: do NOT drink coffee on an empty stomach and especially before work. stomach acidity is a bitch!

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we need to have our gossip sesh soon btw

ohmygod YES! getting back to you after i clock out babes 🩷

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underground fighter!bakugou didn't have it in him to move on after you ended your relationship and kept your distance. so instead, he finds himself at your doorstep. warnings. mentions of alcohol, blood, and violence ( just pure angst ! you have been warned ! )

BAKUGOU KATSUKI had never known what it meant to feel empty until he lost you. before you came in, his world had been filled with fists connecting against bone and the roar of the underground fight ring. sweat would sting against the corner of his eyes as he threw himself into another round, proving he was the stronger than anyone stupid enough to compete against him. he felt unstoppable—untouchable, even.

and then one day, you came along. he still remembers the first time he saw you—standing in the dim glow of the underground fight ring with mina at your side. your eyes shone wide as you took everything in, clearly looking like you didn't belong in this scene.

you were the only one who had the ability to soften his edges. you seeped into every split part of him that he didn’t even know he had. regardless, he fought just as hard and bled just as much, even though suddenly, there was something—someone—there waiting for him after it all. your voice was the first thing he wanted to hear after a match, your hands the only ones he wanted patching him up. he’d never needed anyone before because he never allowed himself to. but you were different—you were home to him.

and now, you were gone.

it had been months since the break up. months of sleepless nights and emptied glasses after drinking too much just to try to forget. months of stepping into the ring and scanning the crowd, always looking for your face but knowing deep down that you wouldn’t be there.

he knew it was all his fault. you had begged him time and time again to stop fighting, even pleading with him after every match when he came back to you with busted knuckles and bloodied lips. “one day you’re not gonna get back up, katsuki,” you had whispered against his shoulder one night, voice thick with worry, “and i won’t—i refuse to be there to watch it happen.”

he had scoffed at the time, muttered some bullshit about how he wasn’t some weakling who would get taken down. his pride had always been his most fatal flaw, but you didn’t care about that because you cared about him.

in fact, you cared too much. which is why in the end, it was that love you had for him that had made you walk away.

he didn’t blame you for it. but fuck if it didn’t destroy him.

he threw himself into more fights and let the pain fill the void you left behind. he fought harder, angrier. he turned every match into a battlefield, fists swinging like they could beat the ache out of his chest. it wasn’t even about the rush of winning anymore. it was all simply to punish himself for letting you go.

he hated that you were still everywhere even when you weren’t actually there. like how he flinched whenever someone pressed too hard on a wound, knowing it wasn’t your touch. coming home didn’t help soothe the pain of your absence either when his bed felt too fucking big without your body curled up against his.

and tonight, with alcohol burning in his veins and fresh wounds littering his skin, he found himself at your doorstep. he doesn’t even remember getting here. all he knew was that the second he sat down against your door, his body slumped with exhaustion, his mind had finally relaxed. because even if he couldn’t have you, this—just being near you and existing in the same space—was enough.

when the elevator dinged, he immediately recognized the soft shuffle of your footsteps.

“bakugou?” your voice was soft and a bit startled.

he forced himself to lift his head, blinking blearily up at you. you looked exactly the fucking same and it pissed him off because how was it fair that you got to move on while he was stuck here? while he still loved you so much it hurt?

he let out a humorless chuckle, “hey.”

you frowned, taking a step closer, the grocery bag shifting in your arms as you took him in, “what the hell are you doing here?”

he shrugged but the motion sent a dull throb through his shoulder. “dunno,” his voice came out rough, “just ended up here.”

something flickered across your face—concern or hesitation, he didn’t know. “get up,” you muttered while unlocking your door, “come inside before someone sees you like this.”

he let you drag him in, the scent of your apartment hitting him all at once. it looks just as he remembered. every corner carried every bit of your scent too and god, he hated that it still felt like home.

you led him to the bathroom like you had so many times before. it was muscle memory at this point. he sank down onto the toilet lid, watching as you dug through the first aid kit under the sink.

“this isn’t good, bakugou,” you murmured as you pressed a damp cloth to his cheek, “you need stitches.”

he hissed at the sting but didn’t pull away and didn’t dare take his eyes off you, “don’t need shit.”

you sighed, shaking your head, “god, you haven’t changed a single bit.” neither did you, it seems like. he smirked, but it faded as his gaze dropped to your lips. you stood too close, but still not close enough.

your hands were steady as you worked, but he could feel the tension in your fingers.

his hand abruptly found your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater. you stiffened but you didn’t move away.

“take me back.” his voice cracked, and he hates how desperate he sounds.

your breath hitched, eyes flickering with something. was it regret? sadness? he couldn’t tell.

“bakugou…” you whispered. “i can’t.”

it shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did. he knew the answer before he even asked. but hearing it had the final nail driven into the coffin of what you once had. his grip on your waist tightened for a second before he let you go, feeling himself fall apart all over again.

your hand lifted, fingers grazing the side of his face. the way he leaned into your touch was instinctive, chasing it like he was starving for it.

“you gotta stop doing this to yourself,” you murmured, thumb tracing lightly over a fresh cut on his cheek, “you’re gonna get yourself killed.”

he let out a bitter laugh, “maybe that’s the point.”

your fingers tightened against his jaw, forcing him to look at you, “don’t say that.” he blinked at the glassiness in your eyes. your lips parted like you wanted to say something else but couldn’t.

he surged forward before he could stop himself, pressing his forehead against yours.

you inhaled sharply, body going rigid. but you didn’t pull away.

“i love you,” he whispered, voice raw. “fuck, i still love you, y/n. i never stopped.”

your hands slid into his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp, making his breath hitch, “you make it so hard to hate you, you know that?”

his lips twitched, “am i supposed to make it easy?”

you let out a shaky laugh. he missed that sound.

your fingers brushed softly over his cheek, “you need to sleep, katsuki.”

he exhaled through his nose. “m’not tired.”

“liar.”

he let out a grunt, but he doesn’t resist when you tug him up and guide him toward your bedroom.

when he finally laid down with you sitting beside him, fingers still tangled in his hair, he let himself believe that he hadn’t lost you completely. just for tonight anyway.

he would let himself have this because even if you wouldn’t take him back and he was still falling apart without you, at least for now, you were here.

and that was enough.

notes. this still needs more proofreading sooooo if you find any grammatical errors... mb... (ᴗ_ ᴗ。)

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hey so like wdym i'm actually going to be employed in exactly a week...

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the new olivia rodrigo album is NOT your sign to break no contact btw

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currently watching the sopranos and i’ve come to accept that i’m basically the girl version of tony

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WOAH THEME !!!!

HEHEHEH TYYYY 🩷😛

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this layout is so adorable

thank u angel! not as adorable as u tho 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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UM HELLO REBRAND YES I AM EVEN MORE OBSESSED WITH YOU THAN I WAS BEFORE IF THAT’S EVEN POSSIBLE

CAMI AKA THE LOMLLL 🩷 tysm bby!!! it took me a whole hour but it was #worthit 😛

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fwb!bakugou katsuki with an anxious attachment style means he gets paranoid when you go radio silent on him after the first time you guys cuddle after sex.

it had been a few seconds since bakugou had knocked on your door, but to him it felt like a lifetime. his mind spun and he couldn't tell if his thoughts stemmed from paranoia or reasonable truth. why hadn't you texted him? it wasn’t like you two had a strict routine or anything, but after everything that had happened last night—how you two had stayed together, cuddling as you fell asleep—he couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between you two.

every other night, you've been in and out of his apartment and always leaving within ten minutes. but last night, something different finally happened. he couldn’t explain it, but it felt right to be lying there with you, sharing your warmth and hearing the steady rhythm of your breathing as you fell asleep. he could still feel the weight of you in his arms and how you fit against him so perfectly like you were meant to be there.

then when he woke up, you were gone. not a call or even a text from you. his heart squeezed painfully at the thought of it and he found himself racking his brain with the worst possible scenarios. maybe it had been too much. crossing that boundary had been the mistake. he started thinking that you probably saw the first sign of intimacy between you two as a signal that this arrangement had to end. you probably regretted it and the mere thought of that terrified him.

so here he was, standing at your door, hands tense by his sides while hoping he wasn’t about to hear something he wasn’t ready to face.

when you finally opened the door, your eyes were slightly puffy and your hair was pulled up in a messy bun. the faint glow of a desk lamp illuminated your room behind you, casting a dull shadow over your tired face. his eyes moved to the scattered textbooks on your desk and the open laptop displaying your remaining assignments.

“bakugou?” you blinked in confusion, “what are you doing here?”

“i—uh…” bakugou started, caught off guard by the sight of you. you were wearing those loose pajamas that he secretly found adorable, “can i come in?”

you didn’t hesitate, stepping aside to let him into your room. the moment he entered, he made a beeline for your bed and sat down while you stood across from him, crossing your arms over your chest absentmindedly.

his eyes stayed on you as he tried to gather his words. “did uh, something happen?” he finally blurted, his voice rough as always, but the worry in his tone was clear, “you didn’t text me after… last night.”

you let out a soft sigh and explained, “i’ve been buried in assignments, bakugou. aizawa’s been on my ass and i just haven’t had the time to check my phone.”

he exhaled deeply, the tension in his shoulders easing as you spoke. he’d convinced himself he’d lost you, but hearing that explanation made everything feel weirdly better. “so, no… nothing’s wrong?” he hated how nervous he sounded, but he couldn’t help it. this arrangement you both have meant more to him than he was willing to admit and the thought of losing it scared the hell out of him.

you raised an eyebrow, taking a moment before saying, “we can talk about last night tomorrow if you want. for now, you could… sleep over.”

the relief that washed over him was almost overwhelming. he hadn’t realized how much the silence had been eating at him until now. you weren’t breaking things off. you were just distracted, which was probably what he should’ve assumed in the first place. but he couldn’t stop thinking that maybe—just maybe—he had crossed a line he wasn’t supposed to.

for the rest of the night, you sat at your desk, buried in your work. meanwhile, he watched you from the bed with his arm supporting his head.

you worked in comfortable silence. only the sound of your focused typing and the occasional shuffle of papers filling the space between you two. he couldn't help but appreciate the view, watching you get lost in your assignments. despite how complicated this arrangement felt sometimes, he loved the fact that he was the only one who ever got to see you like this and no one else.

bakugou’s mind had finally been quiet for the first time all day.

time passed and eventually, you closed your laptop and crawled into bed. without saying anything, you curled up under the blanket, pulling it tightly around you. bakugou hesitated for a second before sliding in behind you, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. he buried his face into the back of your neck, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and the softness of your skin.

he felt the tension leave his body as he held you. there was still an annoying part of him that wondered what you really thought of him. if you felt the same or if you didn’t. if this was all just temporary to you. but the other part of him that refused to let go of his pride was content just being here with you even if nothing between you was official.

you shifted slightly in his arms, making him tighten his hold on you. none of this is what he had expected when he first got into this arrangement with you, but right now, it was enough having you in his arm. and maybe, he could keep pretending that it always would be.

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clingy!bakugo would definitely scoff at the idea of being clingy—at least in front of anyone else. but when it came to you, there was absolutely no denying it. the guy was so attached to you in too many ways that he didn’t even realize half the time.

clingy!bakugo would grumble every time you came back late from work or a night out with your friends. he’d plant himself on the couch with his arms crossed, refusing to admit he’d been waiting up for you the entire time.

honestly, you probably would’ve been more convinced by that if he wasn’t literally pulling you onto the cushions with him, wrapping you in a blanket and growling “you’re late” in your ear, the second you walked through the door.

so instead, you just laugh and tell him you weren’t on a curfew. he’d continue nuzzling into your shoulder, muttering something about how it was too damn quiet when you weren’t home.

clingy!bakugo was not a morning person by any means, but if you got out of bed before him, he’d always wake up in a panic, yelling your name from the bedroom like you had abandoned him. he’d make sure his voice was loud enough that the whole apartment complex would be aware that he was looking for you.

“oi, where the hell are you?” and when you came back into the room with a coffee mug in hand, he’d just pull you back into the bed, trapping you under his weight like a human blanket.

clingy!bakugo also has a major thing about texting. you weren’t allowed to go more than a couple of hours without replying otherwise he’d start blowing up your phone with a string of passive-aggressive messages.

you dead or something? i’m not waiting all day for a reply, you know pick up the damn phone, dumbass

but the second you would reply, he’d act like he hadn’t been pacing the room with his phone in hand while obsessively waiting for the notification.

clingy!bakugo didn’t handle distance well when it came to fights. of course, he’d huff and puff, slam the doors and cross his arms all while pretending he didn’t care. but an hour later, you’d find him standing in the doorway looking like a kicked puppy.

“this is stupid,” he’d say quietly, his eyes darting everywhere but at you, “just—come here already.”

clingy!bakugo hated it whenever you were upset with him. if you were quiet for too long, katsuki would hover around you like a storm cloud, poking and prodding until you told him what was wrong. and when you didn’t, he’d start doing things he thought would make it better—cleaning up the whole apartment before you got home, cooking your favorite meals, even sitting next to you in complete silence because he couldn’t stand not being near you.

clingy!bakugo was also ridiculously overprotective. he’d act like a grump every time you expressed needing him in any way but the truth was he loved it. if you so much as sighed, he would be there right away to rub at the knots in your shoulders or tug you into his lap for a cuddle.

“you’re always stressin’ over shit,” he’d mutter, pressing a kiss to your temple. “just lemme take care of it, doll.”

and god forbid anyone so much as looked at you wrong in public.

clingy!bakugo would wrap an arm around your waist, holding you tight against him with a glare that could melt steel. “they’ve got eyes, don’t they?” he’d mutter under his breath. “they can look somewhere else.”

clingy!bakugo would be in his softest state at night. after a long day, katsuki would all but collapse into bed while dragging you down with him. he’d wrap himself around you by burying his face in your hair and grumbling about how annoying you were, but his grip never once loosened all throughout the night.

even when unconscious, he’d hold onto you like he’s afraid you might disappear. and in his sleep, you’d always feel his lips brush softly on your skin, whispering your name like a prayer.

notes. rewriting all of my old mha (primarily katsuki) works!! stay tuned ❤︎

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bodyguard!toji who promised to keep his distance from you for one night. unfortunately, he has a very loose interpretation of “distance” when it comes to you and other men. warnings. bratty!reader, jealousy, violence, possessive behavior, use of alcohol, nightclub setting

TOJI FUSHIGURO can be an entirely different person depending on who happens to be in the room.

in front of your parents, he always acts professional. he stands with his hands clasped neatly behind his back and broad shoulders squared beneath his dark suit. his expression always remains unreadable, which makes most people feel intimidated without him saying a word.

while your father discusses schedules and the endless list of precautions that seem to govern your life, toji responds with little more than curt nods and brief acknowledgments. he looks every bit the disciplined employee your parents hired.

sometimes, you wonder if they genuinely have any idea what he’s like the second they leave because as soon as the door clicks shut behind them, all signs of professionalism evaporates entirely.

"you know…" toji drawls from his position against the wall, his dark eyes lazily tracking your movements as you scroll through your phone, "for someone who's spent her entire life sheltered, you've got a surprisingly nasty attitude."

you glance up from your screen, already annoyed by the amusement lingering in his voice. "and for someone who's literally on my family's payroll, you're awfully comfortable being insufferable."

the corner of his mouth twitches upward.

"yup, there she is." his ability to get under your skin honestly needs to be studied.

unfortunately, he is exceptionally good at it. which is exactly why nearly ten minutes of your evening are wasted arguing with him before your friend's birthday party.

"just one night," you insist, adjusting an earring while glaring at him through the mirror, "is that seriously too much to ask?"

toji tch's, "that's also what you said last time."

"nothing even happened last time."

his eyes narrow slightly, "duh because i was there."

you spin around to face him fully, "well, you're always there."

"exactly."

the confidence in his answer makes your eye twitch.

"toji."

"princess."

"stop calling me that."

"then stop acting like one." your jaw drops immediately as his grin widens. he knows exactly what he's doing.

eventually, after far more negotiation than necessary, he relents. or at least pretends to.

"fine."

suspicion settles across your features instantly, "fine?"

"i'll keep my distance." you narrow your eyes at him.

"really…?"

"really."

hours later, the nightclub is packed so tightly that moving through the crowd is like swimming against a current. colored lights sweep across the dance floor in dizzying flashes while music pounds through the room hard enough to vibrate beneath your skin.

your friends all surround you, singing loudly together with the songs, although with the amount of alcohol you've consumed, you're not entirely sure if you guys are even saying the right lyrics. and yet, for the first time all evening, you finally feel normal.

you feel free, not like a fragile package that constantly needs to be monitored and escorted from point a to point b.

however, across the room, leaning casually against a pillar near the bar, toji has not taken his eyes off you once.

his posture appears relaxed and his expression neutral, but his gaze follows your every movement with so much intensity that you don't even notice.

he absolutely hates the dress you're wearing, but not because there's anything wrong with it. the reason is quite the opposite, actually.

he hates how every head turns whenever you walk past, lingering stares following you through the crowd. every man in this room looks at you as though they want to devour you. the worst part of it all is that you're completely oblivious to it.

suddenly, some idiot decides to make everything a billion times worse for him.

you were dancing with your friends when the guy swoops in right beside you, seemingly out of nowhere.

toji notices him immediately. of course, he does because his gaze has barely left you all night.

his eyes narrow just as the stranger says something to you, leaning down slightly so you can hear him over the music. whatever it is earns a surprised look from you before your lips curl into a smile.

toji’s fingers tighten around the glass in his hand at the sight, the ice shifting softly beneath the pressure. the muscles in his jaw flex, his expression remaining deceptively neutral despite the irritation steadily building beneath it.

meanwhile, the stranger only seems encouraged by your reaction. so he says something else, and your conversation continues far longer than toji would have liked.

surrounded by flashing lights and strangers, he suddenly finds himself gripping his drink hard enough to crack the ice inside.

so he sets his drink down with enough force that the ice rattles sharply against the glass. he's already preparing to intervene when your voice from earlier resurfaces in his mind.

"don't ruin this for me, toji. just one night." his jaw clenches at the memory of your sweet voice pleading. fine. just one night.

sure, he can survive one night.

but the next ten minutes are among the longest of his life. toji can tell that you're beyond intoxicated, given as to how you're laughing and dancing.

but the guy now has his hand propped on the sides of your waist, leaning down every now and then to say something that'll once again make you laugh.

toji knows exactly what kind of men frequent places like this. more importantly, he knows exactly how sheltered you've been your entire life.

but now you're standing in the middle of a nightclub smiling at some stranger who clearly thinks he's getting lucky tonight. toji hates how much that thought bothers him.

his patience finally snaps when the stranger leans down and whispers something into your ear and you nod eagerly

the stranger slips his hand into yours then begins leading you away from the dance floor. just toward one of the emptier hallways near the back of the club.

the pillar disappears from toji's back so fast as he pushes away from it. his abandoned drink remains forgotten on the counter while he cuts through the crowd with long purposeful strides. the crowd parts for him almost automatically, as if sensing the looming danger that surrounds him. the closer he gets, the darker his expression becomes.

you are halfway down the hallway when a large hand suddenly closes around your wrist and pulls you off to the side. a surprised little gasp escapes your parted lips as the stranger stumbles to an abrupt stop.

and when he turns around, toji doesn't give out a warning before his fist connects with his face in a clean, brutal hit that snaps his head to the side instantly.

the stranger's grip falls away from your wrist as he stumbles back into the wall, knees buckling slightly as he tries to steady himself. toji is already there again before he can recover.

"toji! wait— stop!" you sobered up so fast after seeing his face. you know how violent shit gets whenever his temper skyrockets, "it's fine, i-i'm sorry."

he doesn't even look at you as he grabs him by the front of his shirt and drags him up just enough for their faces to be close, his voice dropping low enough that only the man can hear it.

“touch her again and i won’t miss.”

then he releases him like he’s nothing. the stranger slides down the wall with a dazed and pained expression, still struggling to process what just happened.

finally, he redirects his attention to you.

“you’re done here,” he says quietly and he reaches for your wrist. you don't even bother resisting as he drags you away.

toji doesn’t let go of your wrist until you’re at the car as he open the passenger door for you.

when he goes around to the driver's side, his hands rest on the steering wheel, fingers flexing once before he exhales slowly through his nose.

“you didn’t have to do that,” you whisper, staring numbly at the dashboard.

"yeah, actually, i did," he replies flatly as he starts the engine.

notes. this is my jjk writing debut, how do we like it…? ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) ❤︎

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