My Wife 😭

Found this awhile back and still gets me going! Hope y’all think it’s funny as well! (Not my discord chat)

ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ʰᵒʷ ʷᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ʰᵉʳᵒᵉˢ

Why the fuck am I UP?! ?!?!

It's too early 🥺 I need Baku cuddles.

Clinging to him as he's trying to leave. He listens to your little whines as he pulls you closer. Watching you right sleep as you curl into his chest, his winter uniform is toasty and makes it that much easier for you to fall asleep standing up.

"I've gotta go kitten." His gloved hands follow your spine and you look up at him with sad eyes. He gives you a soft kiss and a squeeze but you bury your face again. Another whine, another few minutes of you drifting while standing as you put all your weight on him. He sighs, you're making it so hard to leave. He knows you just want a few extra minutes with him and he feels so guilty he can't give them to you. Not to mention he wants this too.

It happens two more times, of a kiss, a squeeze and telling you he needs to go. Until he scoops you up pressing soft kisses to your hair and cheeks as he walks you to the bed room. Nestling you in the bed, where he said good bye earlier, and pulling the comforter over your shoulders. He leans over.

"It's too early and far too cold for you to be up yet." He says softly, kissing your cheek as he keeps his gloved fingers intertwined with yours, "I gotta wake the sun up for you..."

You give sad puppy dog eyes one more time before his other hand starts to stroke your hair sending you into a deep, deep sleep. He sighs as your fingers lose their grip on his, leaning over one last time to press a kiss to your temple.

"I'll see ya later baby." Feather soft as he adds, "I love you so god damn much."

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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It was an amicable breakup but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt to lose the love of your life.

You’d tried being friends, but between his heavy schedule and the flood of feelings you two still felt for one another… you drifted. You hadn’t meant to, it had just happened.

It’s been hard without him to lean on, without your best friend. Life seemed to be using you as a personal punching bag and a person can only handle so much on their own.

So, you do what people do. You broke. Shaky fingers dialed that number that you knew so well, sobs wracking your body as you listened to it ring. Once. Twice. Three times. Before you hung up, your guilt and pride getting the best of you.

He probably wouldn’t have cared anyways, you reason as you try to drift off, eyes stinging and swollen from crying.

You try not to think about it the next day, try not to keep checking your phone for a missed call, a text, anything. But you do. God, you do. And you’re met with nothing, and that’s when it sinks in that you’ve really, truly lost him.

So you’re surprised when you come home late that night from work, moving in the dark to put your groceries on the counter and see the broad shoulders of the man who has your heart, leaning casually against your kitchen island.

“You’re really here? You came?” You breath out shakily, feeling that familiar tightness in your chest that means tears aren’t too far behind.

He softens as he takes you in, gently taking the grocery bags from you before large hands cup your face, thumbs smoothing away tears you hadn’t realized were already falling. His words are soft as he gazes down at you, vermillion eyes still full of love and feelings you both tried to leave in the past.

“You called.”

Uh something about coming home and planting face first into your partner lmao