[📧] → @CAPTAIN, a tale of a woman long left in the junkyard of society before they even knew her name- a woman who clawed herself from the ruin, the filth of trash- and her name is... "Y/N" ★ various!gachiakuta characters x reader #rankings .ᐟ #19 IN BADGIRL #5 captain #3 in trash #1 in trash © bigmomma_pi

y/n the singer of the band has given up on love and doesn't see any true point in it but when she starts becoming more friendly with the boy she argues with in band everyday does she start developing some type of feeling's or is it just hormones? I update every Wednesday and Saturday at 1:00PM UK Time. TW'S: Eating disorder, smoking, abuse, sa, older on a minor. THE ONLY CHARECTERS THAT ARE MINE ARE Y/n AND LILY EVERY OTHER CHARECTER IS ALL HORIKOSHI ORIGINALS THAT I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR!!!

ᴵᵗ'ˢ ˢᵒ ᵉᵃˢʸ ᵗᵒ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ, ⁱᵗ'ˢ ˢᵒ ᵉᵃˢʸ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᴵᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ˢᵗʳᵉⁿᵍᵗʰ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ⋆. 𐙚 ˚❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ the gentlehearted girl who's too kind for what shes been through. her kindness is her way of rebelling, her punkrock. going against of what her environment has made of her. defined by her beauty and gentleness despite the cruelty she has faced in life. her presence is the warmth in light. easing the harshness of those around her. making things a little easier. she joins the cleaners with a goal in mind. to make something of herself and be able to help people, as she knows what it's like to have no one there... and also because she owes enjin lol!! started : 2.09.26 finished:???? cross posted on ao3!!! sensitive topics maybe

"𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨." "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 !?" "𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲." ---- When (y/n)'s best friend Jiro asks her to fill in as lead guitarist for a one-night charity concert, she expects awkward rehearsals, maybe some stage fright, and definitely a headache or two. She does not expect to be stuck teaching Katsuki Bakugo-explosive, loud, annoyingly talented Bakugo-how to sing and drum at the same time. He's passionate, intense, frustratingly competitive... and absolutely clueless about keeping tempo while opening his mouth. Somehow, that becomes her problem. Between late-night practices, chaotic band drama, and the confusing warmth that keeps growing whenever Bakugo looks at her, (y/n) finds herself swept into a rhythm she didn't know she was missing. It was supposed to be one concert. One night. One favor. But sparks fly when opposites collide, and soon (y/n) learns that some accidents... create a chain reaction you can't stop.

You were born on the rich side, where dirt is a rumor and blood never stains long enough to matter. Your hands stayed clean-not because you were careful, but because the world was. Well your side at least. Jewels weighed your wrists. Safety wrapped your throat like silk. Freedom was handed to you so often it stopped feeling special. You smiled easily. Spoke to anyone. Asked questions people laughed off instead of answering. But the Slums were different. They weren't ugly to you-just unfinished. Like a sentence cut off mid-thought. If we're all human, why is there a gate?