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.
this was so self indulgent but I got hit hard w the insom Peter as a dad thoughts last night and had to doodle some stuff, mainly Pete just giving his baby her own web (silly string) shooters bc honestly he would lmao
sorry if I’m bothering you but once you posted art of Lovi and Molly’s kids and I haven’t been able to find it? If you deleted it or don’t know where it is that’s fine! I was just thinking about it last night haha
You're never a bother! It always makes me happy when you pop into my inbox
This applies only in AUs where they aren't nations, because nations have some caveats with this kind of stuff as we're all aware of.
I made this ages ago, but it's still a pretty solid summary of the kids. Caterina and Sebastiano are twins, and there's about a 14 year age gap between them and Maria, the youngest. These fucklechucks came about from an RP I did with a friend in a Victorian AU where Lovino and Molly got together, and the character growth sort of spiraled out from there.
At the time I also made an attempt at making a relationship chart for all of them, which is still pretty vague, but it's something of a summary. Long story short, I have way too many thoughts about this family's dynamics for a bunch of ship oc children.
Putting an old video thing I made under the cut because even if my art style has shifted a bit it still makes me laugh
It seems like everyone and their mum hates Katrielle Layton for being a completely different character and personality to her dad. I’m like okay she’s a hypercompetent detective who thinks a case about a talking dog isn’t interesting, is very scatterbrained, loves fashion and food and is a diva…
It still really gets me how sincere Andy’s grief over his potential child is. At first you think, oh this is just a weird flight of fancy for him, the idea of having a kid sounds fun but he’s not serious, but over the course of the episode you realise that, no, Andy actually wants children. It exposes something raw and depressing and lovely at Andy’s core and it just hits, how sad he is about what addiction took from him, the years and the growth and a potential life, but the hope that exists in knowing he’s getting better. Andy isn’t ready to be a father right now and it’s good for them both that Teresa chose to have an abortion, but maybe, some day when he’s ready, Andy will get to have a baby with someone who loves him.
my ex best friend always openly admired my capacity to move on from a show the minute it got shitty or otherwise annoying and looking back it should have been foreshadowing LMAO
Trying to think which of Austen's romantic leads is the most like me and, um:
Edward Ferrars was not recommended to their good opinion by any peculiar graces of person or address. He was not handsome, and his manners required intimacy to make them pleasing. He was too diffident to do justice to himself; but when his natural shyness was overcome, his behaviour gave every indication of an open, affectionate heart. His understanding was good, and his education had given it solid improvement. But he was neither fitted by abilities nor disposition to answer the wishes of his mother and sister, who longed to see him distinguished—as—they hardly knew what
while i was talking to my friend today she said to me “sometimes it’s nice to hear stories abt ur dad bc it reminds me that my issues w my dad aren’t actually so bad” 😭😭😭😭