Some Little Guys :>

im having so much fun with boxers!kiribaku

punk rock!baku def listens to green day

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western au for twin stars we

things to wear when i’m investigating an abandoned castle that’s heavily rumoured to be infested with vampires

Wild Hearts: Chapter 2

Summary: It’s been 6 years since Katsuki Bakugou walked out on you and your hometown without an explanation. 6 long years of humiliation and heartbreak. So what happens when he walks back into your life asking for a favor? You know he’s not good for you, but what if your heart doesn’t?

Genre: angst, eventual smut, hurt, comfort, pining, slow burn, MDNI

CW: language, smoking, threats

Word Count: 1390

“Aunt Y/N!” a soft voice cut through the harsh sounds of the bar, and you carefully tracked the head of blonde curls from behind the bar as it weaved around the tables to reach you, earning a few curious glances.

“Grace, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Just because I own the saloon doesn’t mean you get to run on in here anytime you want,” you scolded gently, setting a glass of whisky in front of the man you’d been in the middle of serving at the bar before kneeling in front of your twelve-year-old niece. “Understand?” you asked seriously, brows raised.

It had nothing to do with it being bad for business, these men could drink in the next town over if it bothered them that much, but for Grace’s safety, she shouldn’t be here. Most of the men who came in were drifters with short tempers and nothing to lose; a gunfight could break out any second, a fact you were far too aware of.

The young girl nodded solemnly, and your features softened, tucking a stray curl behind Grace’s ear. “Now, Ms. Mallery, what can I do for you?” you smiled, and Grace stretched on her toes to peer over the bar, grooves from countless knives etched into the dark wood.

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Thinking about outlaw Bakugou on the run, law and a hangman’s noose so close he can practically feel that rough chord wrapping around him, but he can’t help but stop to see you in the dead of night.

Loud knocks on your door, sweeping in without a word when you open it, just to shove you back against the wall in a searing kiss, clinging to you, fingers digging into your skin as he tries to burn you into his memory, tries to find some salvation in your touch.

It’s all bared teeth and heated breaths, nothing gentle at all as his desperation overtakes him. He won’t let you get a word in, knows you’ll break him if you ask what’s wrong, can’t handle seeing the look in your eyes when you realize he’s not coming back again.

ok i finally figured out my Kiribaku playlist

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7HXPbooOCvyebaF06mYpUm?si=Xgyb5hzbScqKEMlMbun-jA

Hawks for my wonderful friend Tori ♡

Happy Birthday @tatakaeeren!!

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