new dad Bakugou who’s going back to work full time almost a full year after his daughter his born and he now has to grapple with the fact that….goddamn, he’s spoiled the shit outta her.
well, he doesn’t think it was spoiling her. in actuality, he just created a routine with her, gave her every bit of his attention, held her when she cried, scolded her (yes just at eight months) whenever she’d babble for more puffs even though she’s had enough already. it wasn’t spoiling, it wasn’t. he vowed to never be that dad, to raise a snot nosed brat, one similar to himself.
but here he is, on a Tuesday morning three weeks after her first birthday. he’s standing halfway between the front door and the living room in full uniform, with his still sleepy baby and her even sleepier mama. she’s gripping his neck like he promised to abandon her, wailing and crying so loud and dramatically, that you can’t help but chuckle at her antics and how he wavers ever so slightly.
“You promised you’d go back to work,” you scold him gently, rubbing at your daughters quivering back when she whines again the moment he acts like he’s gonna pull her off. Bakugou frowns at you, and you shrug, smoothing her unruly blond curls away from her sticky forehead.
“But you guys need me.” He pouts, eyebrows downturned as he pulls her away enough to wipe at her wet face. she blubbers again, whimpering out a small dadaaaa noooo, that absolutely breaks his heart.
“And so does the world.” You smile at him, gently pulling your daughter away from the matching glassy red eyes who watch her go. “We’ll be fine, my love. Promise.”
Bakugou looks unconvinced, especially since your daughter reaches for him with another cry of his name. you don’t say anything when he sniffles discreetly, quickly reaching down to the coffee table to snatch up his utility belt that he dropped when she waddled out of her room in tears. he snaps it on wordlessly, and you go to turn to the kitchen when he wraps you both up in his arms.
“Love you,” he whispers against your forehead before pecking it, leaning down to kiss your lips next, and then your daughter’s fat little cheeks. He whispers another love you to her, and wipes away at her rosy cheeks when she pouts at him.
“Rub you.” your daughter pouts, the both of you freezing in shock.
“Oh my god,” you whisper, grinning. “She said I love you back!” Bakugou matches your grin, laughing under his breath as he presses another torrent of kisses all of her face. for the first time since she’s opened her eyes today, she laughs, loud and joyous and familiar. he thinks that maybe going back in today won’t be so bad after all. not if this is what he’ll be coming home to.
“You’re such a pretty man,” Makino sighed, touching her fingertips to his cheek, before rubbing his beard with her thumb. “Your wife is very lucky. Oh—hey.” Her whole expression brightened, her smile entirely cheeky. “That’s me.”
Shanks grinned, delighted. “You are absolutely hammered, aren’t you?”
“Hmm, I think I’m about to be.” She frowned. “Wait—was that not a euphemism?”
My masked Zorro, the unbelievably generous and tantalisingly mysterious Cover Anon, sweeps in once more with another gorgeous cover from Shanties, this time for Penelope (aka, the wedding fic, my beloved), by the incredible @sacred_pirate on twitter.
I...don't know how it's possible to capture the way a fic exists in my mind so perfectly it's like the artist reached into my soul, and yet that's what this feels like. This is one of the most beautiful artworks I've ever seen, and I can't believe it's from my fic, and this fic.
It was 5am and I asked twitter why Moon isn’t talked about more and I… not starting discourse or anything. Civil discussion. I’m just so lost with this response. Sure if her personality is boring or not is super subjective. Up to you.
But doesn’t stand out? I hope you don’t forget the story isn’t about only Pebbles. It’s about Moon and Pebbles and their relationship. She’s literally one of the TWO leads. It’s just that her feelings are looked at less.
Most of what we know about anything is through her! She’s such a big part of the lore/story side of the game this is so bizarre to me.
Also everyone has the right to their favorite character. You can like whoever, discourse or trying to guilt people is stupid. You are allowed to not be interested!! I was just curious and this surprised me.
out of the thousands of ellie edits i’ve been consuming lately this one takes edit of the week 🫡 idk how many times i have to say I NEED HER before the universe answers my prayers
He’s convinced he’s dying. He can’t protect her anymore. These houses have been raided if anything useful. There’s nothing she could use to help him. They don’t have medicine. They don’t have clean supplies nothing. And he is serious about leaving her. He grabs her and pulls her close so she knows he’s serious. That her safety is worth more than anything to him. That he IS willing to die so that she can be safe. So that she can get where she needs to be. So that she can have a life ahead. That staying out here with him risks so much, but nothing when it comes to him. She’s giving him warmth. She’ll have to hunt for food and risk herself. She has to take care of a whole ass human for who knows how long. It’s all risky and none of it’s worth it for for him, and he tries to tell her that. But that’s exactly why it is worth it. It’s because it’s him. That’s why she stays. It’s why she frantically searches the house for anything she can use. It’s why she holds his hand. It’s why she stitches him up. It’s why she continues to care and protect him through this. He’s protected her since the day they met, and if the roles were reversed, he wouldn’t leave her side for one second. She’s returning the favor. As much as their roles should be reversed, as mucu as this shoudlnt have happened in the first place, as dangerous as this is, it’s what they do. It’s what you do when you love someone.