OlderDad!Bakugou who gets a haircut and his baby doesn't recognize him and he doesn't want his dad to pick him up 😭😭😭😭😭😭
Bakugou has a cry in the bathroom and you have to spend the rest of the night consoling him.
Also Hiiiiiii, miss u, hope youre gooooood
head in my hands bc of this, just thought abt bakugo growing out his hair a little bit right after baby's birth...takes him months to go and get a real haircut cuz he doesn't wanna burden you more than he already has and by the time he's okay with the thought (but only for "AN HOUR MAX," is what he says), he has a mullet thing going on and all this scruff on his chin🥺🥺🥺
so he gets home with his regular ol' haircut, maybe a little shorter just to account for ... not wanting to go again so soon, and baby's HOLLERING bloody murder as soon as they see him and refusing to be taken out of your arms, doing that thing where they're flipping their face back and forth to dodge a kiss...
it's so tragic bc not even a little cheek nuzzling helps to calm them bc bakugo's CLEAN SHAVEN and smells like aftershave instead of like dad when he tries!!!!!!
and after, you watch him kinda sulk into the bathroom, thinking like aw yeah thats a bummer but also pretty funny, too (esp bc the haircut does look good🫣🤓), AND HE DOESN'T COME OUT FOR LIKE an hour???
....until you finally have to ask him if he's okay in there and you're opening the door to him sitting on the toilet seat, arms crossed and red cheeks a little streaky with tears...
LJFKASDJFADSJK it's the cutest, most sad sight you ever did see!! ofc Bakugo tries to deny it, but the way he tears up again (after you're done assuring him he did nothing wrong) when his baby finally realizes it's him and smiles (and then how he refuses to give them up again until bedtime) has his ass. EXPOSED.
(i love and miss u more than air, earth, water, dirt + HOPE YOU'RE GOOD TOO BESTIE ILY)
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For the Firefighter AU:
As a reference to the movie, what if Thena gets struck by a lightning while on track. Gil finds her unconscious and carries her back to safety. When Thena wakes, she says she's fine, she doesn't need his help and tries to leave.
Hugs and much love!! ✨🖤
The first thing she noticed was the smell (not bad at all, just...different). The second thing she noticed was that she wasn't in her sleeping bag, on the ground. She was in a bed.
Thena shot up from lying down, her chest tight, gasping for breath.
"Hey!"
That lone woodsman rose slowly from his chair at the far end of the mostly-one-room cabin. He held out his hands, like he would to approach an injured animal.
She glared at him from the bed--his bed, she assumed. "What the fuck am I doing here?"
"Fair question," he attempted to defuse her temper, not moving closer and still crouched as if she would pounce on him and rip his throat out. "I found you out in the field, Wolf."
She tried to remember what was last in her mind, but it was hazy. She remembered being on patrol. She was around the open field when she saw...something--had gone to investigate.
"We got a distress call," he gestured to the radio on his table by the window. "Some campers panicked when they saw the dry lightning. I'm guessing you were in the area."
Thena groaned, shifting on the bed. Now that it was brought up, her shoulder did have a certain burn and sting to it. "This is why I don't fuckin' rescue people anymore."
"Because you get struck by lightning when you do?"
She glared at him. His name was Gilgamesh, and that was about all she knew about him. He was part of wildfire prevention, but when that wasn't an all-hands-on-deck situation he did regular firefighter shit. She didn't think any of her boys from her old unit knew him either. "Almost--almost struck by lightning. If I had been, I'm pretty sure you'd have carried back my dead body."
He apparently didn't think that was very funny.
"Oh, lighten up, big guy," she rolled her eyes at him, making it known that this was not that big a deal. She scooched back to the edge of his - admittedly comfortable - bed. "It's nothing-"
She fell straight forward.
"Hey!" he was there in a second, catching her in that mile-wide chest of his before she could hit the ground. His hands held her arms, careful of her shoulders and back, "will you take it easy?"
Thena growled, trying to push off of him as he carefully and gently leaned her back up to the bed. "Get off me."
"You need to heal, Thena."
She looked up at him, shocked by the use of her name. She couldn't remember actually ever giving it to him, but they all did daily check-ins on the shortwave; none of them were exactly total strangers.
"I haven't applied any salve yet," he said gently, holding her eyes as he helped her sit comfortably. His eyes dashed down to her shoulder, "I figured you'd wanna do that yourself."
Thena snatched her hand away from him, sending him into the kitchen to leave her to it. She felt around her back carefully, immediately feeling the burn holes in her shirt and the open, aggravated blisters on her back as a result.
He was right, it had been very, very close.
She looked in the direction of the kitchen. The big guy really hadn't applied any treatment to her injured skin, probably having carried her and laid her face down on his bed to keep from agitating it further. Even if he was too precious about it to take her shirt off, he could have even just stuck his hand up the bottom and applied some fucking cream or something.
He came back with a steaming mug of something and some pills. "Take these--just ibuprofen."
She continued to watch him as she accepted the offering. He drifted to the far side of the room again, giving her the space to which she was so accustomed. It was indeed just ibuprofen in her hand, and some soup in the mug. Something to put in her stomach.
"I have clean cloths and towels in the bathroom," he pointed to the door situated between the kitchen and whatever room he didn't have his bed tucked away in. "You can wear one of my shirts, or I can go and find your camp and bring your stuff back for you."
She frowned, "slow down there, buddy. You make it sound like I'm checking in."
Gil held her eyes with a similar stubbornness. He crossed his arms (also massive). "You're not going back out there until you're healed."
"Oh, I'm not?" she snarled at him. He was the one who called her the White Wolf--well, most did, these days. All the more reason for him not to expect her to be cooped up like this.
"Look," he huffed, leaning off the chair and drifting towards the door already. "I'll stay at the station, I'll give you your space. But you need real treatment, Thena. Your back has open wounds on it, I'm not sending you back out into the woods."
She held his eyes. She would love to tell him to fuck right off and storm right out. But it seemed she was neither up to walking by herself, not able to reach the entirety of her wounds, at the moment. He was right; she was in no condition to go back to her base camp and sleep on a potential infection.
He seemed to understand what her silence meant and stepped away from the door, "well?"
She still wasn't sure about waking up in some stranger's bed and making herself right at fucking home. But she supposed she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. At the very least, she would see what tomorrow brought. "You offering to wash my back for me?"
He blushed.
Thena bit back a smile. That was why he hadn't administered first aid to her while she was unconscious? Because he was a sweet little gentleman?
He caught her holding back her amusement and rolled his eyes, "okay, okay."
Thena let out just a little laughter as he drifted to his bathroom and she heard the tap start. "I'll just-"
"The fuck you will."
She tried not to laugh. He was kind of cute when he was cranky.
Gil emerged with a towel thrown over his shoulder. He walked over to the bed, holding out his hand, "come on."
She sighed; she really didn't like having to lean on someone like this. Literally--using his outstretched hand like a fucking cane. "Ugh."
"Yeah, yeah, fuckin' sucks, I get it," he muttered as he helped her drag herself to the bathroom. He had a towel folded on top of the toilet seat, lowering her down to it. "Look, my eyes will be closed the whole time. You direct me as needed, okay?"
Thena looked up at him but his eyes were already fucking closed. She snorted, "y'know, if you're this shy, I'm sure I can mange."
"Just squeeze the fuckin' aloe out, Wolf."
Thena had to admit, at least this was more amusing than trying to treat this herself in her tent back at base camp. She pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra with a grunt. "You sure you don't want a little peek?--for your troubles?"
Poor guy didn't even dignify her teasing with a response.
Didn't have to; his ears were bright pink.
Thena smiled to herself (since his eyes were closed, and all). She accepted his warm, damp cloth first, pressing it to her shoulder, "sorry, I'll give you a break."
He just sighed, moving closer with the disinfectant.
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