cw: you two have a son together, mention of being married, old man Bakugou
older retired pro hero Bakugou, who you find hunched over his desk one night. it’s late and the day was long and your son was whinier than he usually is. you’d think the old man would be in bed right now, but alas—he’s not beside you.
instead, as you round the corner to get a full look at him, he’s wearing his reading glasses, adorning an old ratty tank, his arms still big but softer than the years from before. he has a book open in front of him, desk scattered with pictures you can’t see from your angle, scissors, stickers, glue sticks.
“What are you getting up to at this hour, old man?” You ask softly, smiling when Bakugou doesn’t even look up from what he’s doing. his tongue is sticking out in the corner as he cuts a squiggly line on a picture, posing it beside another on a blank piece of paper.
“Therapist said I should get into crafting,” he grunts, finally looking over at you from over his glasses. “Do things with my hands, feel busy, get my mind off’a shit.”
you pad over to where he sits, the overhead lamp on his desk focused on the big baby blue book with white pages. peeking over his shoulder, you rest your head on top of his, chin nestled in the still unruly blond and silver locks, overseeing his work.
and honestly? it almost makes you wanna cry. it’s a scrapbook, the page open to pictures of your wedding day, how pretty you looked, how big he smiled at you. you can see other scattered pictures on his desk—when you got a promotion at work, when he was number one for seven months in a row, a positive pregnancy test, the cutest baby you’ve ever seen, two little teeth coming in, baby being held in dads big ole arms that will always protect him.
“After this page, I gotta do the honeymoon.” Bakugou speaks gruffly, setting down a picture to wipe a hand down his face. “And then life accomplishment shit, the baby, his first steps.” He sounds so tired, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his shoulders, sliding down to smush your face against his own.
“You always have tomorrow. Come to bed.” You say against his cheek, squeezing him when you feel the rejection start up in his belly. But he deflates, pulling his glasses off, reaching around to pull you in his lap. He looks so grumpy, with his frown lines and crows feet, and yet so handsome with his small smile and soft eyes.
“I’ll print more pictures tomorrow. And maybe go by the store to get some more stickers, too.” He tells you in between kisses, his words soft, his hands rough through your pajamas. You hum against his mouth, holding his nape, afraid to ever let him go.
“You do that. Now let’s go to bed.” You whisper, standing up and pulling him with you. He closes the scrapbook for now, and you glimpse at the cover, heart melting at the picture of you two holding up your son, both kissing his cheeks. The picture is captioned with “Our Life” and you don’t think you’ve ever been more grateful to have met him.
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Some Koopaling Doodles!!! 🥹✨
Lil’ bit of rambling under the cut :’D
I’m so in luv with the idea of giving the koopalings really tufty/messy/detailed hairstyles, though some can be a lot messier than others… *but that’s for yall to see in a future doodle dump😁* regardless, I tried giving Lemmy some life in his hair here :D what is he looking at anyway?🤔
Morton is so loveable and huggable, how could i not draw him bein’ happy? :D I haven’t really drawn him and Roy much in general, so they’ve been on the mind a lot more lately 🤸 maybe a Morton page is needed here…🍗
Wendy, my beloved!!! i think wendy in dresses is gonna become a re-occurring theme for me for a lil while…. why? Cuz i forgot how fun frills/ruffles are to draw and i think she looks super cute in ‘em!! <3333 🎀💞✨ i’d like to think she’s gettin’ all beautified before going on some lavish shopping spree on her daddy’s credit card (that or he just gave her a ton of gold coins to shut her up, hehe)
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Made up my bulletin board all pretty with art and goals for the upcoming New Year! Hopefully staring at Twig cheering me on will get me through writing the last chapter for The Present is a Gift. It’s a real doozy, that one…
Making the art for this was a real treat. I almost like the two mock-ups I made for possible bulletin board layouts more than the finished product!
On the topic of The Present is a Gift’s completion status: I have one chapter left to write, and then the full first draft is done! Once it’s finished I’ll let the manuscript sit for a couple weeks or so and then come back to edit it with fresh eyes. The chapter is giving me a lot of trouble though, because it’s an extended flashback that dives into Darkrai’s backstory from an outside POV, and I am struggling to get into the narrating character’s head enough to write it very well. Nevertheless, I persist, and I’m hoping I can get the pre-edit break period mostly over before the end of December!
Thanks for reading my goofy lil post on my bulletin board. Enjoy this meme.
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hihiiii im here again, hope your doing well and safe <3
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hello! thanks for checking in on me, im doing quite good!! in fact last weekend might just be the most fun ive ever had in a while, trying out so much new stuff. i don't know why i kinda sound like a corporate ad right now but its true LOL :') just that I'm running out of time to do most things as usual. which speaking of. excellent song by Paramore in their latest grammy-winning album This Is Why. go listen now. im holding a gun to your head add it to your spotify queue NOW
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