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Puede que te diga que eres mío. Pero no, no eres mío. Ni yo soy tuya. Porque decirte "mío" es para un objeto, tu no eres mí propiedad. No eres un objeto, de un objeto no puedo esperar recibir amor. Quiero que seas mi compañía, que tú quisieras tanto como yo el compartirnos. Compartir tu tiempo, caricias, pensamientos y besos unidos. Que te compartas conmigo, ya que eres solo tuyo. Así como yo, no soy tuya pero soy más yo misma cuando me comparto contigo. Quisiera que de esta forma especial, solo nos compartamos entre los dos, sin nadie más. Cuando te diga que eres mío. En verdad te diría que me gusta que te compartas conmigo.
-𝐻𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑛. 🌪️
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ AMOR MÍO •°. *࿐ pt.1
➵ summary: you’ll always be his. but as years past, are you really?
➵fem!reader with she/her pronouns!
➵warnings: heavy angst, no happy ending (???)
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"IT'S BEAUTIFUL today, hm?"
Turning her head to look at her boyfriend, the girl smiled at how serious he looked as he kept his gaze towards the dark blue cloud sky.
"Thank you, Katsuki. For everything."
He gave a confused look towards the girl as he waited for her to further explain why she was thanking him all of a sudden.
He had no idea why, but at that moment, he could feel his heart beginning to speed up.
He admired the way she looked beneath the sun that hid behind the fluffy dark gray clouds, giving her an ethereal look on her face with the small rays of the sun lighting through.
The way she continued to hold that beautiful smile of hers while being completely vulnerable towards him.
He knew that he could break her. Ruin her even, so the next person that came, would leave her behind from how broken she would be.
But he loved her too much to ever put her through that pain. He couldn't imagine ever leaving his lover like that.
“You’re my pretty diamond, katsuki.” She was always said whenever they cuddled, argued, or simply just existing in the heat of the moment.
He needed her beside him, to love him the way she did, or he would be the most broken diamond among all the others.
A sad and broken diamond that wouldn't be as valuable as it once was.
"I don't know, I just, I have a feeling is all. I want to always thank you for saving me, especially from myself and all the crazy sh!t I've been through. You're amazing, Bakugo. Thank you for being my person."
"Stop saying that you dumbass. We both know how incredible you are. Don't you dare ever leave me, you here me?!"
He tickled her sides, making her laugh that cute laugh he loved so much. Even when she sounded like a dying cow, he couldn't help but smile even more at how precious she was.
"Okay! Okay! I promise!"
MARCH 15TH 2021
The rain pattered down, hitting the blond's face repeatedly as he stared up to the dark clouds.
He couldn't tell the difference between his tears and the raindrops that landed on his cheeks, but the loud of sobbing that could almost be unheard of over the harsh winds and thunder was all the proof he needed to know that he was suffering tremendously.
The dark rainy sky wasn't as homey as it was before when she was here.
It was and never will be the same.
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author’s note: probably one of my favorite series I’ve ever worked on. I published this back in 2020 on wattpad but I don’t use that app anymore so here I am bringing it on here. I hope you enjoyed!
YOU’RE THE GOOD AND I’M THE BAD
part two
SUM: you always had a tough relationship with your family, favoritism was a big thing and we all know you were the last pick in the cherry field. Katsuki though…you were his favorite thing. Katsuki then has a moment of weakness crack through his strong exterior.
WARNINGS: family issues, thoughts of self doubt, cute katsuki, then shifts to depressed katsuki QUICCCKKK!
femreader! with she/her pronouns!
author’s note at the end of this :3
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"I DONT THINK I've ever seen anything like this before.
Keeping her eyes still on the cereal box, Y/N ignored the way her parents were gawking at the flowers that stood all dried up and old in a water bottle near the windows of the kitchen.
"They seem pretty dead to me." She chewed her food throughly, swallowing down slowly as her parents ignored her, keeping their attention on her sister.
"How is it possible for a dead flower to create a new one in a plastic bottle...last night when I brought it out I didn't see anything strange with it but as soon as I was going to throw it out, I noticed the new stems."
Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance when her sister spoke.
Her sister annoyed her to the core no matter what she did. Maybe it was because she grew up with her older sister getting everything handed to her or maybe just the way she spoke sort of ticked her off. Like an annoying bug you can’t get rid of because you can’t find it so it’s endless buzzing continues in your space, almost in a mocking way.
"It's like new beginnings can happen anywhere, you know? This little rose was so close to dying, but this little new flower will continue its legacy."
"Oh my gosh, how much more cliche can you get? It's a fucking flower, it's natural for it to grow. Stop getting into your little dramatic theories all the time with stuff like this."
Y/N spat, placing her spoon down as she watched the way her sister bit back her remark, because deep down she knew exactly how her parents would react.
Her mother gasped, obviously shocked that her quiet child would speak like that to her poor sweet daughter who said something so beautiful.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
The younger girl held back the urge to roll her eyes as she got up and walked back upstairs to her room.
Y/N was a smart and gentle girl, but the people she lived with made it impossible for her to be truly happy.
She was used to it at this point. She would get lectured over every little thing wether it be wrong or right. Hiding away in her room was what made her feel less insane but they still had something to say about that.
"You never talk with us anymore. You're shutting us out so much, do you not love us anymore? Am I a bad mother to you?"
Every time her mother said that, it resulted in her getting yelled at by her drunk father to stop being such a burden and a bitch to her mother while her sister was busy else where.
When can I finally be happy?
Flopping onto her bed, she snuggled deeper into her sheets as a few tears went down her plump cheeks.
This poor 17 year old girl was truly going through it. Her father was rarely home but when he was, he would always remind her how miserable their lives became ever since she was born.
They were always low on money and could barely afford some things, but while her sister was busy buying things for her own benefit, Y/N was busy trying to meet ends meet, yet she was still the burden of the family.
It wasn't fair how easily her sister gotten their love. They sacrificed so much money just for her sister to throw away the things they've gotten her the next day.
She just wanted to feel like she was appreciated or cared for. Wasn't it her parents' job to support her? Her father's job to protect her from any harm but here he is, hurting her the most before any man ever did.
Didn't her mother have to give her advice on her future and given compassion that she will make it far in life instead of being shamed for being a bit (bigger/smaller) than everyone else around her and that no man would ever love her?
And her sister, wasn't her sister supposed to be her best friend who would be there no matter what? But here she is, getting backstabbed by her own flesh and blood.
Y/N was getting so exhausted. Her life was barely starting, and she was already considering leaving so soon.
Am I too...much of a burden to be loved, even by my own family?
Y/N flinched from a rough knock on her window, making her sit up and fix herself up as she saw who it was.
"Katsuki what the hell are you doing here? If my parents find out you're here..."
"Babe, shut up and let me kiss you."
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Katsuki groaned as he felt something slam into his stomach which resulted in him staggering back.
"Oh my! I'm so sorry, Mr! Oh wait, mama look!!! It's Mr. Dynamight!"
Katsuki looked down and sighed a bit as he saw a young girl in her tweens looking up at him in awe.
"Can I get your autograph,sir?"
"Kassie what did I say about being disrespectful. I'm so sorry, Dynamight."
He shook his head at the mother and signed the girl's journal.
He felt his heart stop as he saw it was one of (Y/N)’s books, her signature being right next to where the girl wanted katsuki to write.
Katsuki blocked out the people’s voices completely as he felt his chest rise up and down, a single tear leaving his eye which he quickly wiped away.
"Here kid." He passed the beautiful book that he had millions of, hidden away in his office, back to the little girl and quickly fled the scene.
As he walked back to his agency, he continued to feel the heavy ache in his heart.
No matter how much time had passed and the years flew by since the incident, he still heavily mourned for his first love every single time someone mentioned her.
It was stupid he thought. She was famous, he was famous, people asking him about her was bound to happen, or situations like this where he catches a glimpse of her book that wasn’t one that he owned, having to relive that she was taken so soon. She had so much to live for, her story just began.
He found it unfair how she could finish so many incredible stories yet never could finish her own.
He felt so selfish right now. He still couldn't move forward even if he had someone important in his life now and even a child of his own.
He will and always will be hers.
author’s note: well well well…hi. LOL. Sorry I haven’t updated this series in almost a year!! Holy fuck. I’m really sorry you guys, I lost inspo and just felt so lazy to edit this, but she’s here! I swear on my skittles I will get my shit together and update this series. I never realized so many ppl remembered it from my wattpad days?? That’s insane?? Thank you my pookies,I’ll try to update every week but really it just depends on how I’m feeling :3 anyways, enjoy amor mío!