#i block one and i think im done for today and here comes like 2 more jesus FUCK

[rblxware]

CAN BOTS STOP FOLLOWING MEEEE I DINT WNAT YOUUU

[wonustars]

In Front of Me (Teaser)

⊹ pairing: jeon wonwoo x f.reader ⊹ genre: bestfriend to lovers, angst, smut (18+ mdni) ⊹ wordcount: TBA (this teaser: 679) ⊹ release date: TBA

⊹ summary: jeon wonwoo has spent most of his adolesence and early adult hood unable to understand why he can't seem to stay in a relationship for more than a few months. as his best friend, you allowed him to vent about his worries without judgment. so what if you're in love with him? your friendship with wonwoo meant more to you than having your feelings reciprocated. that is until you hit your breaking point, while wonwoo finally realizes what has been in front of him this whole time. ⊹ tags: non-idol!au, uni!au, bestfriends to lovers (?), unrequted love, emotionaly stunted charcters, wonwoo has a bit of an ego, toxic!wonwoo&reader. (more tags and smut tag added to full fic when posted.) ⊹ note: im really excited to share this with you all. its not by any means done but heres a teaser for now since ive been away for so long ♡ also the teaser is not edited so pls just ignore if theres typos hehe. lov u all pls come into my ask box cuz i refuse to shut up abt this story :p.

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Rejection is foreign to Wonwoo.

Most times, it’s him that’s doing the rejecting. He was the one to always initiate the break up, to lose feelings first, every decision was made by him. He has no control over whether you’re going to text him back or not, and to put it simply, he can’t stand that feeling. 

Wonwoo hates not being in control. Whether that be his future, his relationships, and especially his feelings. At least that’s what he forces himself to believe. That it’s not fair of you to ignore him when he’s worried about you, because he’s your best friend. You should answer him when he texts you. When he calls you, and especially when he shows up to your door, seeking your comfort. In his mind, that is what he believes the foundation of your friendship is. To comfort each other, just like it always has been. 

Sure, maybe Wonwoo is entitled, perhaps he’s conceited and selfish, but he doesn’t care. Because in his mind, you’re his bestfriend. There was no way in hell that you were ignoring him. His ego doesn’t even consider it a possibility. You were busy, that’s it. That has to be it. 

{໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -。꒱ྀི১  ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋆˙}

Less than fourty-eight hours in, Wonwoo couldn’t stop himself from texting you once more. Nimble fingers practically itching to open your contact to update you about the most mundane things. Maybe if he pretended that this moment of silence is perfectly normal, then maybe, you would eventually end up answering him. 

12:36 p.m [wons <3]: class just finished. lunch at our usual place?

Nothing. Not even a thumb’s up reaction. Wonwoo had become antsy, guilt and slight annoyance gnawing at the pit of his stomach. Where the hell are you? What are you doing that’s so important that you couldn’t even open his message let alone read them? 

1:27 p.m.  [wons <3]: this random girl asked for my number after class lol. weird right? i didn’t give it to her though 😁

Cursing at himself, he regrets pressing the send button on that text. Double texting you is already out of the norm for him, but triple texting? He can’t believe how desperate he looks right now. He wishes he could bring himself to unsend it, but he just hopes it’ll be the text that finally gets you to respond. 

2:10 p.m. [wons <3]: saw a bunny running thru the oval today u should’ve seen it! reminded me of u.  [1 photo attachment] 

Absolute radio silence from your end. Wonwoo is starting to think that you had him blocked, but his messages are still delivering. Unsure of what’s worse, you ignoring him or blocking his number, Wonwoo still tries his best to remain calm.

4:00 p.m. [wons <3]: im about to head home soon. r u riding w me today? 

The sight of you getting into Seokmin’s car made Wonwoo scoff. Since when did you start getting rides home from Seokmin? And why was he the one opening the door for you? Buckling your seatbelt instead of his own? Wonwoo is completely dumbfounded at what he had witnessed. 

4:30 p.m.  [wons <3]: saw u get into seokmin’s car, lmk if u need a ride tmrw. 

Seeing you laugh and smile while walking to the student parking lot with Seokmin of all people solidified the fact that you are actively ignoring his texts. And he just can’t stand the thought of it. How dare he be ignored? Especially by his best friend, the one person who had always responded to him, no matter the time or how busy you were, you always texted him back. 

Wonwoo initially thought that even if the world ended, you would be there within arms reach, enough to hold you close, where he can keep you safe. You were predictable in that sense. But if the world decided to burst into flames, or swallow itself whole tomorrow, he’s unsure if you would be there right next to him by the time he woke up.

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[kominigiru]

im gonna start dumping my one-shots here from now on just bc. also posted on ao3!

satoru's guide to wedding day blunders

contains: female reader, fluff, crack, gojo being a menace, reader and toge are siblings, shoko and nanami being so done with satoru's shenanigans part 1 - part 2 (both in ao3)

Gojo Satoru is late to his own wedding.

You stand at the altar, fingers clenched around your bouquet, doing everything you can to keep from grinding your teeth. Shoko, standing to your right as your maid of honor, is shooting you sympathetic looks, while Nanami on the left looks like he's one deep sigh away from physically dragging Satoru here himself.

Your family sits in the front row, their faces showing various degrees of irritation, disappointment, and—worst of all—pity. They're whispering among themselves, making no effort to hide the glances they cast toward you, or the fact that they're annoyed on your behalf.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to block out the noise. When you open them again, your mother is already halfway up the aisle, moving toward you with a determined look in her eyes.

"Sweetheart," she says, barely acknowledging Shoko and Nanami. "It's been over an hour. I think it's time to accept that maybe this wedding… isn't happening."

You stiffen, fingers going numb around your bouquet. Cancel?

Nanami sighs heavily, crossing his arms. "She has a point. Gojo's behavior today is completely unacceptable. It reflects poorly on him, and worse, on you. We can reschedule."

Shoko snorts in agreement. "Yeah, even I'm tired of waiting, and I'm not the one at the altar. Typical Satoru."

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. You don't speak often—as your Cursed Speech makes casual conversation risky—but the urge to say something now presses hard against your chest. Before you can figure out how to respond, you feel a tug on your gown.

You glance down to see your younger brother, Toge, standing at your side, his tiny arms wrapping around your waist in a comforting hug.

"Aniki's late," Toge mutters, his voice barely audible.

The way he says it tugs at your heartstrings. Even your usually patient brother is starting to lose hope.

Suddenly, with perfect, almost theatrical timing, the heavy church doors burst open, slamming against the walls with a deafening thud. You don't even need to turn around to know who it is.

"Sorry I'm late!" Satoru's voice rings out, loud and unapologetic, echoing through the silent church.

You finally turn, and there he is, Gojo Satoru, standing in the doorway like he's just walked in from some casual errand and not his own wedding. His hair is tousled, his sunglasses perched on top of his head, and he's grinning like this is all some kind of joke.

Satoru saunters down the aisle, waving casually at the guests. "Miss me?"

Your family collectively groans, and you can feel Nanami's simmering rage without even looking at him. Shoko rolls her eyes dramatically, muttering something about "classic Gojo" under her breath. You, however, stay rooted in place, fingers tightening their grip on your bouquet.

Satoru reaches the altar, looking perfectly at ease, as though he hasn't just kept an entire wedding party waiting for over an hour. He slides up next to you, his grin widening when he sees the expression on your face.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says softly, leaning in just enough for only you to hear. "Sorry about that. Had to deal with a curse situation. You know how it is. Life of a sorcerer and all that."

You stare at him, your mouth a tight line.

You've gotten used to Satoru's antics over the years, but even for him, this is too much. Still, speaking directly, even to scold him, could have unintended consequences thanks to your cursed technique, so instead, you breathe deeply through your nose and give him a pointed glare.

"Ah… right," Satoru says, catching on. "You’re upset. Understandable."

Nanami, who's been silent up until now, finally speaks up, his voice thick with irritation. "You're lucky we haven't already canceled the ceremony."

Shoko nods. "An hour late, Satoru? Even for you, that's ridiculous."

Satoru throws up his hands in mock defense. "Okay, okay, I know! But hey, at least I showed up, right? That's what matters."

You can feel the tension radiating from the entire room, but before you can think of how to express your feelings in a way that doesn’t result in your cursed speech accidentally knocking everyone unconscious, you feel a tug at your dress again.

You glance down, and Toge is looking up at you with wide, concerned eyes. "Tuna mayo," he says softly, which is his way of saying, Are you okay?

You crouch down slightly, giving Toge a reassuring smile and patting his head. It's a small moment, but it helps ground you. You straighten up, turning back to Satoru, who's watching the interaction with a sheepish grin.

"Look," he starts, "I know I messed up. Big time. But hey," he adds, flashing a grin, "You know you love me anyway, right?"

You stare at him for a long moment, taking in his disheveled appearance, his unshakable confidence, and his infuriating grin. Despite everything, despite the frustration, the embarrassment, and the whispers from your family, you can’t help but feel the corners of your mouth twitch upward.

Maybe it’s because this is so typically Satoru—unpredictable, chaotic, and yet, somehow, charming in his own way.

You take a deep breath and raise your hand to his chest, pressing two fingers lightly against him. It's a gesture you often use when you can't speak, one that means I forgive you, but don't do it again.

Satoru's grin softens, and he takes your hand, squeezing it gently. "I promise," he says, and for once, there's no teasing in his tone. "I won't mess up again. Well, not today, at least."

Nanami clears his throat. "We'll see about that."

Shoko shrugs. "Honestly, I'm just impressed you got here at all."

Toge, ever the voice of simplicity, tugs on Satoru's sleeve and mutters, "Okaka."

Satoru gasps dramatically. "Betrayed by a child! I thought we were family, Toge!"

Toge just crosses his arms, unimpressed, as you all share a quiet laugh at Satoru's expense.

Satoru turns back to you, his grin back in full force. "So, what do you say we make this official, huh?"

You glance at the altar, the officiant who's been waiting patiently, and then back at Satoru. Slowly, you nod.

Satoru's face lights up, and with a flourish, he turns to the officiant. "Alright! Let's get married before anything else decides to go wrong!"

As the ceremony finally begins, you can't help but feel a mix of exasperation and fondness swelling in your chest. Life with Satoru will never be predictable, but as you look at him now, standing beside you, you know one thing for certain: it will always be interesting.

And in his own chaotic way, you know that Satoru loves you—enough to show up late to your wedding but still make you smile in the end.

You squeeze his hand once more and and he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead and whisper, "I love you, too."

—

Later that night, after the wedding reception winds down and everyone heads home, you and Satoru return to your shared house. You're still wearing your wedding dress, and he's got his suit jacket slung over his shoulder, looking as carefree as ever. He's been trying to sweet-talk you the whole way back, as if he hadn’t shown up an hour late to your own wedding.

"Come on, sweetheart, it wasn't that bad." He grins, nudging you with his elbow. "Everyone had a good laugh, right?"

You give him a sidelong glance, your silence speaking volumes.

"Okay, okay, maybe I pushed it a little. But hey, I made it in the end, didn't I? That's what counts!" He flashes his signature smile, the one that usually gets him out of trouble.

You pause at the front door, turning to look at him. For a moment, he thinks he's won you over. You're smiling, after all. But then, without a word, you toss him a single pillow.

Satoru catches it with a confused look. "Uh…what's this?"

You gesture to the pillow and point to the roof.

His smile falters. "Wait, wait, wait, hold on. You're not serious, right?" His laugh is nervous now. "You forgave me at the altar! We're good! We're married now!"

You shrug and head inside, but before he can follow, you turn around, blocking the doorway with your body. His eyes widen in panic.

"Come on! I can't sleep on the roof on our wedding night! People will talk! Nanami will find out and he will never let me live it down!"

Your only response is a raised eyebrow, and you slowly, deliberately, start to close the door.

Satoru jams his foot in the door with a dramatic gasp. "But I thought you loved me!"

You don't need cursed speech for this one. You give him a sweet, innocent smile—the kind of smile that would normally melt him on the spot. But tonight, it just spells doom for him. He knows that smile. It's the smile that means, "I do love you, but you're not getting away with this."

He groans. "Seriously? After all the curses I've fought, this is how I go down?" He leans his head dramatically against the doorframe, clutching his pillow like a lifeline. "Sleeping on the roof like a stray cat? Come on, babe, be reasonable!"

You sigh, your patience wearing thin. He's still whining.

With a subtle tap into your cursed technique, you say the words that you've been holding back all night. "Sleep on the roof tonight."

The power of your cursed speech echoes through the air, and Satoru visibly flinches. His body moves on its own, turning toward the roof like a puppet on strings.

"W-wait! No! I take it back! I take it back! You don't have to use that—"

But it's too late. His legs betray him, carrying him toward the roof with a dramatic flair, like he's being pulled by some invisible force. You watch as he scrambles helplessly, pillow tucked under one arm as he clambers up to his new "bed" for the night.

From the roof, you hear him groan, his voice tinged with betrayal. "But I'm your husband now! Doesn't that mean anything?!"

You close the door, letting out a small chuckle. Behind it, you hear him muttering to himself in frustration.

"Of all the things to use your cursed speech for..." he grumbles. "Could've just told me you were mad! But noooo, had to make me sleep outside on the night of my own wedding!"

You hear some shuffling from the roof, and then: "At least give me a blanket! It's cold up here!"

You open a window just wide enough to toss him a thin, scratchy blanket, watching it float up to where he's perched.

"Thanks," he mutters sarcastically. "This’ll totally keep me warm."

There's silence for a few moments before his voice drifts down again.

"I'm sorryyyyy!" he yells, his voice carrying through the night air. "I'll never be late again, I swear! I'll be early to everything! Our anniversaries, your birthday, breakfast—you name it! I'll never mess up again!"

You shake your head, smirking to yourself, knowing full well that's a promise he'll break within the month. But for tonight, the roof will teach him a lesson.

From the roof, you hear a long, pitiful sigh. "I thought married life would be more… cozy. Not like… this."

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of grumbling, he goes quiet, probably giving in to the reality of his situation. The stars twinkle overhead, and for a moment, all is peaceful.

Until—

"I bet Nanami's gonna find out and give me that look tomorrow." His voice suddenly perks up again, this time with a hint of dread. "You know the one. The 'I told you so' look. Ugh, I hate that look…"

You roll your eyes, closing the window fully this time, knowing that his whining will eventually tire him out. But still, you can't help but smile.

You know he'll be back to his usual antics by tomorrow, but for now, he can enjoy the roof.

As you settle into bed, you can faintly hear Satoru one last time from outside.

"You'll miss me eventually! No one can resist my charm!"

You smile into your pillow. Not tonight, Satoru. Not tonight.

[cumulo-stratus]

“You Do This Everyday?”

Pairing: Spencer reid x Male! Youtuber! Reader

Description: y/n has a pretty popular cooking channel and one day after y/n doesnt edit out spencer givving y/n a kiss when he gets home the fans go crazy wanting a video where you bake together so you make a vid answering questions while making a fall recipe

Warnings: possible swearing, fluff, spencer being a clueless little pookie &lt;3

Flufftober day 12: cooking together

A/N: I saw a fic with he idea of spencer x youtuber reader and i loved it so here we are. i think this idea is so cute and has so much potential so i hope i do it justice <3 Enjoy!

The last of the afternoon light streamed through the windows of Y/n and spencers kitchen, and theirs laughs rang out loudly through the otherwise quiet apartment. Y/n had put his weight on spencer- his face stuffed into his spencers chest trying to muffle his laugh. When the laughing finally died down to giggles y/n lifted his face and said 

“spence- spencer we need to redo the intro!” 

“But we’ve done it 2 times already!”

“yes- and well do it a third and a fourth if you dont stop laughing whenever i start talking!” 

The loving bickering was only that- bickering. Spencer didnt mind doing another take, and another one, if it meant he got to see y/n laugh again he would do it 10 times. His attention was pulled back to reality by his boyfriend counting down, starting again.

“3, 2, 1, rolling. Hello ladies, gentlemen, and rats under chef hats, i welcome back to my channel- I hope your having a funky fun day becasue in todays video im going to be making minestrone soup- but with a twist! i read your comments- ive seen the requests, so today my lovely and beautiful and handsome boyfriend will be joining us!”

Y/n motioned for spencer to come into frame and he shuffled in while his boyfriend did jazz hands around him for special effects. spencer giggled at his boyfriends antics while he introduced him.

“everybody this is spencer- hes my boyfriend, and today he’s gonna help me make soup. And yes we will eat it for dinner afterwards!”

Y/n trailed off and stayed silent for a couple seconds for editing later before giving spencer a kiss on the lips- silently thanking him for participating in the video. 

“okay- now i need to start with the veggies- can you grab them out the fridge please?”

“of course m’lord!” spencer used a joking tone as he pulled all the bags labeled “for soup” and dropped them unceremoniously on the counter, eliciting a chuckle from y/n. After taking the vegetables out of their bags and setting them back on the counter, y/n went back and started the camera. Spencer giggled as y/n began to speak. 

"Okay so we're gonna start by cutting our veggies- but, and especially because my boyfriend over here is a bit of a germaphobe, we're gonna wash them first, thoroughly.”

spencer chuckled at this while his boyfriend poured the veggies into a veggie spinner that he had gotten him for christmas. After washing he brought them back to the island infront of the camera and said “Just like that- poof! clean veggies” (definitely thinking of the audio and just like that- poof! lola’s gone. wrong- im right here you fucking brusell sprout!) 

Spencer looked at y/n confused and asked "wait but- why'd you say poof? You washed them right here?!"

Y/n started giggling and took Spencer's hands in his and said "Spence- lovey I washed them off camera and then I'm gonna edit it to look like they poofed clean" spencer looked down for a moment before looking back up causing y/n to burst out laughing as he said “oh. i gués that makes sense, sorry..” and gave y/n a peck on the lips. Y/n pulled out the knife block and set it on the counter, starting the camera. 

“Okay so im gonna have spence prep my veggies and then I’ll cut them into peices about the size of my thumbnail, or a little bigger.” spencer nodded, understanding his job and started by peeling a carrot. not five minutes in of him cutting and peeling, and of course while you were filming a quick shot of you guys cutting the vegetables- did he cut his finger! y/n wa focused on dicing the onion when he heard a loud yelp from his boyfriend next to him. His headshot up looking at his boyfriend, concerned. 

"What's wrong love?" 

"I cut my finger" Spencer had the most doe eyed, helpless look on his face as he held up his finger, which was now streaming blood. Y/ns eyes knitted in concern for his boyfriend and he walked over, dabbing the blood with a dish rag. 

"Oh my poor baby- here lemme help you."

Y/n left a small peck on his boyfriend's hand, leading him over to the sink to wash it off. Spencer just pouted as the cool water splashed over his finger. Y/n chuckles before getting a bandaid from the first-aid kit in the kitchen, and gently placing it on Spencer's newly cleaned finger. 

After cleaning up the blood, and confiscating Spencer's knife and peeler. 

The couple then took a couple minutes to regroup, and finish the vegetables, before filming the rest of the video.

While y/n put away his camera and turned down the burner under the freshly made soup, Spencer flopped down onto the couch sighing and said "you do this everyday?" Y/n chuckled at this and to flopped down on top of Spencer, giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying "yup- and I still have to edit out all the clips of you just laughing" y/ns tone was teasing while Spencer's became defensive as he spoke in his defense, "hey- I don't do it for a living, you do! You know I'm a terrible cook y/n.. speaking of I think I deserve another kiss for that cut I got on my hand earlier.." Spencer trailed with a smirk. His boyfriend sighed in fake resignation and leaned for a kiss, holding back a laugh as their lips met. 

The End 

[bil-daddy]

hi mr bildad um im just gonna dump this here since i have no one else to talk to

as someone who has always praised in their ability to be friends with anyone (i also need human interaction to survive btw) ive been feeling very lonely, especially since now are the school holidays.

my best friend (who is one year older than me) is barely online and doesn't take me seriously enough. and when i ask my friend group (with 2 other people my age) if they want to go out nothing happens. ive asked so many times but it's like they just don't want to hang out. and i keep seeing them post everywhere of them having fun with their OTHER friends (i don't know them bc they're from their primary schools; we are in secondary school now). and the obvious solution is to hang out with my primary school friends, right? well awesome news I DONT HAVE ANY.

and like ive just been feeling really really lonely especially today. i don't even text anyone except for my best friend, and even then she doesnt really respond properly because its like i dump a lot of messages and 4 hours later she skims through them, rinse and repeat.

(also side note i used to have another best friend but he ended up having a crush on me and didn't give me space so i kinda ended the friendship bc i wasn't comfortable with it)

during my entire TWO MONTH school holiday i haven't gone out with friends. not even once. while i see everyone else my age having so much fun and enjoying life while i just rot at home scrolling through tumblr.

so yeah im not really having a great time. hopefully when i get back to school in january things will be better

sorry for the long rant

Hey, kid (human). No need to apologize for the long rant. Actually, I've got a lot to say about this topic, too, so take a toilet break, grab a beverage and a snack, then sit down with your deal old Bildaddy (platonic, metaphorical) for a chat.

First off, sorry you're going through this. It hurts a lot when friends start fading away, and you realize they no longer consider you as close and you consider them. Feeling left out and like you don't have any real friends seriously sucks.

But it's actually something every single person goes through at some time or another--though most of us aren't brave enough to admit it like you have, because it feels embarrassing and shameful. Like there's something wrong with you.

There isn't.

There is nothing wrong with you.

Friends come and go, and 99% of the time it has nothing to do with you, or anything you've said or done. It isn't your fault. That doesn't mean it hurts any less, but it isn't your fault.

But that being said, I promise you, for every person you see pictures of having so much fun and enjoying life, there are twenty--probably even more--at home like you, scrolling tumblr, or tiktok, or reddit, or whatever the kids are scrolling these days.

And even those people you see posting pictures, that isn't their everyday life. They post pics of the good times, not the bad ones (well not usually) or the boring ones. Especially not the boring ones. I bet they do more sitting at home and scrolling than you think. They're just not advertising that for all their followers to see.

But that's not the point. The point is (dolphins! goats!) your current friends aren't fulfilling your need for socialization. And that means you need to find some new friends, anon.

You can still stay friends with your best friend and that old friend group. As in, don't send them a message officially ending the friendship, and don't delete and/or block them everywhere. You can still talk to them in school when you see them.

(Do unfollow them on social media if seeing them hang without you is upsetting--or better yet, pause on using social media entirely--except for tumblr, of course--until you're in a better place, mentally and emotionally. Bildaddy deleted instagram five years ago and never went back.)

But starting today, back off on asking these friends to hang out, and sending long text messages to your best friend that she only skims through. They're not matching your energy, so you need to start matching theirs. Either they'll notice the difference and start making more of an effort (no, not that kind), or they won't and they won't. But either way, you'll stop wasting your time.

Next, you take all the energy you were spending on your old friend group and start looking for new friends.

While you're still on winter break, there might not be as many opportunities, but there are some possibilities. Do you have any cousins around your age who might wanna hang out? Or maybe there are local events aimed at teenagers you can attend? Check libraries and community centers. Or on New Year's Eve, there might be some sort of Parents Night Out event you can volunteer for and help babysit a group of little kids, along with other teenagers that you could befriend?

Then, when winter break ends, look around your school for other students who might be in your same situation--and trust me there are others in your same situation. Is there someone who always sits alone at lunch? Or what about that kid in class who's too shy to speak up? Is there someone getting bullied or ostracized? Someone new to the school who hasn't made any friends yet? Look for the ones who might need a friend as much--or even more--than you do and try to befriend them.

It won't always work, no, cause nothing always works. But it will work sometimes. And you only need it to work enough times to make a couple friends. And if you make the right friend, they might have a friend group that you can join.

I know it's really scary to put yourself out there and make the first move. But you'd be surprised how receptive people are, especially the shy ones who are too scared to say 'hi' first, and rely on the braver ones, like you, for the human connection they need. Because we all need it. (Even me. Because I'm totally 100% human.)

Other ways to make friends are clubs, in school and out of school, which is probably what adults will suggest if you ask them, so I'm not going to spend much time on this. But they're right. If you're not already in clubs--academic, sports, art, books, music, anime, whatever your interest(s) is--join some! If there's nothing of interesting at your schools, churches and other local organizations might also have youth clubs and activities, too.

Shared interests in a sure way to make friends. I see it happening all the time on Tumblr. Those mutuals you wish didn't live so far away? Well, you can find mutuals just like them IRL! (Especially if you start or join a book club that reads Good Omens, or a tv show club that watches Good Omens)

Another option is getting a part-time job at a place other teenagers work. If this is something you can do without disrupting your schoolwork, try it. Fast food restaurants, cinemas, places like that.

You say you're someone who has the ability to be friends with anyone? Well, prove it! This isn't a threat, by the way. This is encouragement. I'm encouraging you.

Now go out there and make some friends, kid! I know you can do it! I believe in you, and everybody here is rooting for you.

And, as always, have an ox rib (platonic)

[sunnys-aesthetic]

Hello!

I'm not sure if you're still answering asks concerning your DCA Detective AU, so if you're not, feel free to ignore.

My question is: Who is this Pops? If I got it right, he's the boys' creator who died "due to health complications".

What was his relationship like with the boys, Eclipse especially? I assume there's some good stuff, as I remember you mentioning that Eclipse learnt some engineering skills from him, and decided to find out more behind his death (is that right? And that is what got him mad, infected, and a mafia boss in the first place?)

What is Pops' backstory? Is it something dark, that led to his death, like the past coming back to get him (what if he didn't die because of health issues but of something else and that was just a cover???).

And also...

Here to say that I really appreciate your work and art, I love the AUs you've come up with! Looking forward to seeing more of our favourite detectives and faes! And... this might be a bit of a sore topic, but I read the earlier ask about Sleuth Jesters and Naffeclipse. I feel so awed with how you handled it. I understand how people feel when something of theirs is used by another person, and even with credit they are not the more popular one. I don't think its my place to say this, but I'm proud with how you managed it. I don't know what goes on out of the phone, off the screen, but I admire your strength with this issue. It's great to know you're getting more recognition for this wonderful idea you brewed! And your art, scrumptious!

Of course, if all this makes you uncomfortable, you are welcome to ignore and delete.

Sending hugs <3

Woah! I just wanna say first and foremost: thank you for liking my stories and my characters! sorry it took me so long to respond, I have lots going on always all at once but since I’m taking today off to just unwind I’ve finally got a moment to type this up,

There’s toons of questions here to let me address them all!

1. Pops is indeed an old man who created sun, moon, and eclipse! Think of him as the Geppetto who created his own Pinocchio’s.

2. Pop’s story was definitely not dark at all, but it’s not to say he didn’t have some life struggles here and there. He was a mechanic, an engineer and a brilliant man, he simply wanted to show everyone bots could be taught just as humans can grow.

3. He was a very beloved man and mechanic in the small section of the city he lived in, basically everyone in the block and knew him or recommended his shop to get your repairs done at!

4. Im still undecided on his fate, but the gist of it was that pops discovered the mega corporation that was fazbear.co was doing shady business and human experimentation on their robots (along with some cold cases on various children) , and planned to tell his local paper, which he did! And while it gained traction, almost a month after a ‘accidental fire’ took place in his shop and it is assumed he died in it because his body wasn’t recovered. He just went missing :( along with any evidence that could incriminate the corporation.

5.eclipses and pops relationship was really close! they were family and eclipse saw him as a father figure :) . Eclipse became a detective, looked after his brothers and they kept the shop (they had to rebuild it) and was promoted to head chief , and sun and moon also grew up to be detectives, the best in their courses of course! Basically it was tough but things were actually starting to look bright and hopeful again.

Lastly, from the bottom of my heart thank you for your kind words. And I’m a little embarrassed honestly , I’ve never heard someone say they admire mE but//! Thank you!! (//`ー´//)

I’m giving you the biggest hug back!

[jasminedragonart]

Okay, so, I mean it this time, I think this will be my last ATLA art series (If I finish it, Im finding motivation leaving me now we've entered image 4- I have 5 already drafted but, again, the inspiration comes and goes at horrible times)

It's not that I don't love this series anymore because I do. But, with the live action coming out I don't think I want to stick around for that era. I've found with a lot of fandoms once something is made live action the old character models are no longer used. So, ariel these days is drawn more like the live action ariel than the cartoon one. Nothing wrong with that, but I like my 2d animation and it's kind of hard to find some old concepts with live actions taking over the majority of the fandom (They bring in new fans who don't want to even look at the old stuff).

Another reason is that I feel like my art is being held back. I draw atla because I've established the style and it's easy for me to draw them. The most recent image I created, that one with jet and toph on the bridge, I made in around 2 hours.

I need to push myself to actually sit and draw for longer than that. Like, half of those 2 hours was just finding something to draw. I need to actually look at an image and work out how to draw it again. I will say my backgrounds have improved but my character work really needs some fine tuning. If I keep drawing atla it will hold me back as an artist so, yeah, if I only get one more image done I'm sorry, but sometimes I feel like my art block is striking me because I personally know I want to draw other things but keep falling back on what's easy and then get mad because I don't push myself to draw the hard stuff so I end up not drawing at all.

I have a comic I really want to draw for example. But I keep drawing atla because it doesn't take me long and once i'm done i can look at it and say 'hey, i've drawn something today.'

I need to draw for me again if that makes sense.

If I don't finish the calendar (Not that it is a calendar. I'm not printing it, printing has gotten so much more expensive in the past year than it was last year) then I'm sorry. I am. But when I do return to atla at some point I want to do so as someone who can draw in other fandoms as well. Who has a comic that is at least fleshed out and has concept for it drawn. I want to be able to do it for fun again and not sit here and hate my life for committing to 12 images when I don't even have inspiration for 5.

[zouisalmightie]

sometimes i am put in situations that only could happen on tv but you can’t make this up

sonon wednesday my coworker called me during my prep period and was like hey can you come to my room really quick. and that’s normal like 1 im department lead so if they need something i told them to hmu and i got them 2. we’re friends so if you have to pee well fall each other to cover. so im like yeah sure what do you need. and this bitch goes [name of student i hate] keeps saying the n word with the hard er and i bet him he wouldn’t say that to a black persons face so can you come to my room to prove a point’ and she’s like laughing as she says this. with her whole class there like it’s some sort of joke; when she’s acting like she’s shaming this child. and like…. what the actual fuck. mind you, this kids that i hate HAS called me the n word with the hard er before my coworker KNOWS this because we all went out drinking afterward and i cried cuz i was so angry. so I was like what the fuck no and hung up on her. then like 30 mins later she texts me and says “that was such a silly call! i didn’t actually expect you to come lmaoooo. i just like to fluster them when they do things like that” and i didn’t respond and haven’t spoken to her since.

and we are in a bunch of group chats so i left the chats that aren’t work specific and blocked her number and blocked her on ig. and i don’t say anything to anyone at work cuz im grown and i can stop being friends with people without making it an announcement. and so today she texts one of our other coworkers that ive been friends with for almost 5 years now, like omg have you talked to asyah i think she blocked me on ig and idk what i could have done to deserve this it just makes me so sad cuz ive had people just stop being my friend for no reason before and i have abandonment issues please ask her if i did anything wrong. and so my friend came up to me like girl wtf and so i told her what happened and my friend was like this is the last straw for me she’s been saying fucked up shit for a while and i didn’t want to rock the boat but im tired of her.

and then my coworker texted one of my OTHER work friends like omg woe is me everyone is being so mean to me cue white woman tears™️ and im like…. i would have NEVER asked you to be in a position like this. when students do antisemitic things i stop that shit right then and there and never tell you about it because that’s harmful to you! and i thought we were friends i would never put you in a place of harm but you have the nerve to call me and ask me if i want a child to call me a nigger to my face? you laugh while you say it, then send me some fucked up not apology and then when im not fucking with your ass you drag my friends into your pity party? bitch fucking CHOKE.

i was just going to ignore her and leave it as it is but now she’s trying to play the victim like im the one in the wrong here. like im so mad! ive been mad since my homegirl came and told me what she texted her. im going to go to my union rep and let her know what happened too before this girl tries to tell the whole school im bullying her no one would believe her cuz ive been there for 6 years and have no problems with no one but i don’t like people being in my business and would rather get ahead of this but my GOD.

[beefriender]

Today i went to a lego convention that was in town, but i lacked the foresight to actually sign up to display anything. So instead i will be posting photos i took at home of the stuff i brought there to display online

now this first one is perhaps my largest moc whom i built roughly exactly a year ago. i had been watching gundam with a couple friends and. really. really liked the guntank. his shoulders can open up and this thing is by no means complete, as evidenced by the haphazard color placement and awkward leg joints (he can transform, kinda.) i am mostly proud of his arms and especially his gun. he weighs like 5 pounds hes a really really big guy

next one and maybe my favorite is an old bionicle MOC i had created 2-3 years prior, in the spirit of halloween actually. can you tell that skullman is one of my favorite robot masters? i think its kinda obvious. im particularly fond of the shape i was able to make with his whole like spine ribcage thing going on, but it doesnt hold up spectacularly to time as i have to replace some of the parts frequently. such is the life of style

as for this one, this is my oldest moc, and what got me ultimately back full swing into lego again. he is (heavily) based on swordman from megaman 8 as i think he just has an awesome concept and design. this is especially apparent in the VERY unusual way his torso and hips connect, as to kindof mimic the weird magnet thing sword man has for his body and of course his giant sword arm. i dont really display it here but his hands are fun and can kinda articulate but they never make "natural" looking poses, but they make one hell of a fist shape and can hold objects. i mentioned this guy is my oldest but that is merely "the oldest moc i havent scrapped apart" and has a very long (relatively) history. i built him long ago in mid 2016 and he actually had most of the same looks as he does now. his legs for instance havent actually been changed once since i built them and the right arm shares the same fate. his torso used to be one big part but i completely rebuilt it with a bunch of smaller parts in 2019 and even though it looks basically the same im satisfied i was able to accomplish that look completely on my own. and of course his strange connection in the middle has always been there, though they used to not have those friction extensions, which made him hilariously floppy, but he still could stand on his own with good balancing. his sword arm used to be a regular arm and he just carried two very large swords, that sword arm i actually finally built much later in 2019 when i finally had the cash that let me buy a sword worthy of such an important build in my life. he likely will persist through my life and i will never be truly done but this is a great milestone to show off to others right now

coming off of that massive block of text for a time long gone, we have a silly little ride armor once again inspired by megaman that i quite enjoy. there isnt a whole lot to say but that gun can spin and i think that is the most important thing any toy could have and finally.

crab

[osaemu]

life update under the cut bc this is a blog and people talk about their lives on their blogs!

omg okay so its only wednesday but I SWEAR ITS BEEN A WEEK SINCE THE WEEKEND. i have a five-slide presentation due at midnight that i havent started ((its 7:30 pm here)) and math homework due tmrw and im procrastinating bc i dont wanna do them 😭😭

ummm i have to make my queue post and then my mutuals post sometime soon. maybe ill do a selfship one too when my comms are done!! comms meaning art comms from other people but im writing in exchange so i have to do those too. maybe ill open writing comms for money whenever i set up paypal or something idk

kinda sucks that we finally got topless gojo but not the way we wanted it LMFAO,, sorry gojo nation. i would be devastated but dazai my number one pookie bear had the best day ever today so..... womp womp. also chuuya was so cute n silly in todays episode so i just cant bring myself to be sad rn lol

i think its funny how i stay up until 2 am most nights willingly and i dont drink coffee or energy drinks at all. im just built different!!

oohhhh i wanna talk about my irl friends rn. so irl whose codename is gonna be link on here is super cute n silly, she also writes fanfic but not nearly as often as i do. shes an ao3 girlie and shes super into zelda and thinks i write too much lmao which is probably true.

codename elsa is literally gorgeous. perfect breathtaking amazing in every way possible. shes a year older than me and i love her sm!! she thinks dazais very skinny which is true but...... hes my bf (real) (not clickbait)

codename jeanmarco is three years older than me and goes to berkeley :D theyre super fun to talk to and i cant wait for them to come back n visit!! i told them about the bsd and jjk updates today (theyre mostly involved in the aot fandom) and they said they were happy dazai survived bc otherwise i wouldve gone insane :3

honorable mentions: codename cat who got me into jjk (my old crush) left me on delivered for a whole month LMFAO, if it was anyone else they would be blocked but he leaves everyone on delivered so. im trying not to take it personally bc hes sweet but very bad at person-ing edit: he liked my spam post right after i posted this wow i manifested that so hard yall

also codename partay! keeps saying that if i were an animal id be a cat. idk why, i was whistling the other day bc i love whistling and she was like "hannah if you were an animal you'd be a cat".

EVERYONE ON MY SPAM TODAY SAID I LOOKED LIKE RAISIN BREAD TODAY. HOW DO I LOOK LIKE RAISIN BREAD.

anyways thanks for reading my life update ima do these more often now lmao!

[webslingingslasher]

Okay so like- the cooker at my new place absolutely SUCKS I can't cook anything with it so last night I went to use the air fryer I got, right? As I've gone to use it EVERY. SINGLE. SOCKET. In my flat went boom! And my phone was on like 7% cause I was about to charge it and would be dead by morning and I needed my alarm for uni. So at this point I haven't eaten, my wife her literally EXPLODED, it sparked white and let out a loud pop, im in pitch black, I'm honestly kinda scared and my phone is gonna die before morning. So already not off to a good start, but oh well, I find my battery pack that has 1% which SOMEHOW got my phone to 50% before quitting and like- my battery pack, my girl was the real mpv in this- like my mother and I was screaming at each other over the phone over this cause she said I'm so negative and that's why, and I was just like "oh sorry- lemme fucking will the power back on with positive thinking!". So we now start at today, I go downstairs, get the to fix my sincere then leave for uni- the bus was PACKED, like completely chock-a-block and I almost fell into a woman's lap so was SOOO embarrassed and wanted to die, and I had blisters from heels so my feet hurt like hell. I get into uni where almost immediately everyone's talking about plans to go out for Halloween including my "friends" right next to me and discussing it when I'm clearly not invited :') then we have a presentation I wasn't prepared for cause I've been so busy with a cancer scare with my grandad and my elderly dog has been doing so poorly lately. Everyone else had the bets fucking work and ideas and I was so embarrassed to even show what I had done and Sven tho my teacher tried there really wasn't much she could say in comparison and I spent like- 2 hours sitting there on my phone cause apparently I've murdered everyone's im the classes pets over the summer and no one wants go know me now even tho I was literally voted as most charismatic. At lunch I went and got a sausage roll cause I still haven't eaten at this point- then we had digital in the afternoon. Now idk if I've mentioned this before but I am HEAVILY dyslexic, like I'm the 2nd worst case my examiner has sent in 40 years heavy. And atleast 5 times within 2 hours I had to go up to my teacher to PROUDLY announce that I in fact could not do the task she had set, as I can't. Fucking. Read. And then she said in the lesson how interns are expected to put all the swatches into the right places which I obviously cannot do because cannot read. So I've just gotten home and got into another argument with my mum whilst having a massive meltdown again, still haven't eaten and I'm now grasping with the fact that I may not even be able to do fashion design and I've just got into loads of debt and wasted my time for nothing, but in also stuck here and can't do fuck all about it and I really fucking miss my dog. Oh and Ethan dropped out.

Sorry for the rant bestie ~🌻

oh my god sonny, if there was one time i really, really wish i could come through the screen & give someone a massive hug it would be right now.

i really don't know what to say, but i'm glad you had a space to get this all out. and lemme just say rn, for someone w terrible dyslexia you are such a trooper to be here talking to me and reading my stuff cause, imma be honest, i'm pretty wordy sometimes.

i really, really hope this next month turns around for you.

[echoleafthunder]

One of my bigger projects is a book called open eye not even close to done but I've rewritten chapter 1, but the spelling is ify but this is not my final version this is just the 2nd version of chapter one (it really long, sorry)

Here it is:

Chapter One: Dragon Eye 

My eyes opened to the sun dappling the grass giving it color. That light bounced around fluttering the caves with a gleam. Breathing in the morning air. Hearing the thundering  of the water. I turned my head to look towards the falling water. Such a beautiful sight. The light shone through it, making it sparkle. It’s known for being warm all year long, as well as where they keep the sick or injured. My mother stayed there because of the fight, which lasted only 2 days, between the fires and the ink sands. Ink sands live where the scorching heat burns the scale who can't live in heated areas. Blood was spilled for 2 days and the ink sands had lost.Which I did not see the reason for this fight as it was for the land, why did the ink not think of peace, wait, I fist the floor. The fires had started it, the ink we're just defending themselves,I dramatically sighed. That day was the day they were supposed to have a meeting to discuss this problem.That was such a nonsensical explanation for such a violent crime, and no one was punished for it , I want to yell -I paused- Im getting mad for talking to myself.Breathing in, Any ways It makes sense why we did not win. We do not fight normally (and we use more strategy,and that peace part too). We are known for being neutral, but the official title is peacekeepers. I mean that's what our teacher, Vinca, said. Okay enough of that, what should I do today?  ‘Well, I suppose the normal duties, like hunting and placing my share for the injured. Then reading while snacking, and finally visiting my mother?’

“Echo,” the voice emptied my thoughts.

I looked around trying to pinpoint where the voice was coming from.

“Yes, do you need anything?” I asked the mysterious voice. I twitched at the cold air that stood, even after the cold season.

“Oh yeah, I was wondering if you would like to hunt with me a little.” Ah, it’s Tree!

 I peered into the shadows that the voice was coming from, spotting a movement from the shadows that revealed black obsidian scales, one’s darker than mine. Hidden in the shade was my cousin, Tree. I found comfort in their scales, as they're like my scales. However, mine are more like my -I paused- mother. I love them both. It's just that there's something I can’t place my claws on.  Soon my eyes locked with Tree’s. It was like staring at a calm ocean, unlike mine, which many would say is an icy blue -a gaze able to freeze others in place. I laughed internally. The piercing, cold floor seemed to stick to my talons as I jumped down. Pulling as though they were frozen to the ground. I wavered to the half of the cave that was filled with shadows, to where Tree was standing.

 “So, where are we going to go?” I grinned.

“I don't know,“ Tree answered.

There was a moment of silence.

“Maybe the colored area?” I turned to look at them.

“The injured had complained about alway having no fish for them,” Tree commented.

“You can, but I don’t want to have fish,” My tone shifted.

“I can’t leave you alone, your father would never let you leave your cave, let alone make you an official grown adult,” Tree argued.

“Fine. If that’s the case, let's go to the marsh near the colored area so you can get fish!” I exclaimed.

“Okay,” they calmly responded.

Tree looked away, started walking toward the stairs. I trotted after them and we slowly walked to the hill that blocked it. Tree had mentioned something strange. They had said -I thought- something about an official adult,which is not something they would threaten with…unless.

“Hey Tree, what did you mean by me becoming an official adult ?” I turned  towards Tree.

“That's for you to find out and only for me to know,”  Tree snickered.

Tree laughed when they saw my disgusted face. I was still pouting when we climbed over the hill.  

“If you need me, I will be near the marsh,” Tree shifted, and their body morphed into a crane in the blink of an eye.

“Okay” I said casually. I  morph as well, but splat to the ground instead. The image of a cat-bear flashed in my mind and I willed my body to take the shape of what I envisioned. Those old ones would call it ‘being one with nature.’ I stalked between the thick forest trees, listening for anything. Quietly, as any good hunter would, I raised my nose in the air to sniff for anything. I happily breathed in the smell of morning dew and berries. I shift my head to sniff around as the wind were moving toward the mountains. soon I caught the scent of a raquil. I stalked to this scent to find it near a blueberry colored tree. ‘You know raquils those night squirrels, that have a racoon look to them.’ Ok stop, you got to get the raquil. Crept along the ground, I moved carefully toward the racoon-looking creature. It’s black and white with a ting of brown fur came into full view, It was nibbling on a lime cap. The raquil seem too occupied, to the point were I was only around 3 claws away from it. My neck elongated , snapping its neck. I took out a pouch and pulled the top to open it and placed the raquil in, pulling the string to close it. Something hit my nose, it was a rare smell. The smell of a deer. I hurriedly placed the pouch back. I lifted my head to sniff the air. It was to my right , near the border. The border where no tribe lived , but simply because it is a peaceful place, or a place where the rule of the outside doesn't apply to it. I have to be careful not to cross it. Streding past tree’s to a clearing , to the brown short fur of a deer. It pupils a dark as the void. It did not move, so I crouched moving  slowing , inching closer and closer, Till as was only an water ink tail away. Before I rose myself on my high quieter and pounced . It notice this action and tried run but I caught before it could got any farther. So I snapped its neck, proud of my catch I wanted to show it to  Tree , maybe even share. Walking towards the wetland , my mind went into a lecture . So the reason for the deer being rare is the fact they are not from here. We don’t know where they came from, but not here. There is also the fact that they have only  found out 20 years ago which seems a lot but it's not.And as well as the fact that they appear out of nowhere. I got close , and my mind stopped. I started looking for a crane which is also not common here because our wetlands are too small.Any way ,Looking out to see a white belly with a black feathers on its face it had a long neck like a Forest ink tails. Tree seemly know I was there because they turned to me

“ Did you need something “Tree said.

“No but I'm done, and look, I caught a deer .” I bubbled up 

“ That's cool.” Tree blinked .

Then they grinned,

“ Well I hardly caught anything, but I really do not think that a problem since you got that big ol thing”  Tree twisted back to their scales .

I sat putting away the deer like I did to the raquil . Trees like 8 years older than me! That fact almost made me think of two things: Trees either really old or really young . Tree had walk forward , and flicked their tail at me 

“Come on, “ Tree had quickly looked at me. I  shifted back to my own, and

Following behind them as we rush over the hill gripping the uneven ground while also avoiding the tree on top.It was a slightly cloudy  day but calm nonetheless. I suddenly felt something land on my shoulders , as though there was  a giant boulder on them. 

“Tree” I whispered 

“Yes?” Tree lingered.

“I’m tired” I looked up at her

“Okay, what do you want me to do about it?” Tree questionably looked at me (this them asking “what do you really mean by that /tired”).

“Well, I really just want to sunbathe.” I stared up at them

“ Okay…but first let's drop off our share.” Tree walked forward on to the bridge .

To the front entrance of the rockshelter. Walking up the eroded steps -which were just rocks which were us as step-.We had gone right to the waterfall which would meet the river. Tree had walked in  the falling water first, as I followed behind . The Warmth dripped on to me , as I disappeared. Dropping down to the ditch that was at the bottom of the fall.

“ So back when sand was high on the rise, we had the most at all of the others, and death did not seem to preserve.” It was a cracking and yet gentle voice that spoke. 

It was Berry, which I called my mother. 

“But since the war it was all gone, we had some much history there and s0 much for the market that our value must have been the reason for the fire and sand ink fight, and not just for the land.” Mother pointedly stated.

“ There are many reasons for war, berry, and you right but those are just a few of the many conclusions out there.” Tree barged in .

“Oh hello there tree did not see you there.” Berry bubbly responded.

“Well It's noon , so we brought lunch.''Tree smiled as they took out the bag under their wing. She had pulled out 4 fish, they are known as carriers. For the way they can hold the water and food.

“ Oh, you are such a crow” Mother smiled

“ Well thanks,” Tree smiled back. They plopped the fish in front of them.

“ Well like a crow, would you like me to trade the fish for some berries?” Berry dug into their nest to a bundle of berries. 

“I got them yesterday, but I don't really have the stomach to have these , they are not made for me.” Berry had state.

“ I mean It would be cannibalism “ Berry jokes 

Tree awkwardly laughed , they looked as though they were questioning their life choices. Berry scooped them up, and dumped them into tree claws.

“ Well, have a nice day” Tree beggarly put the berry in her pouch. 

“Hold on a minute you little wolf, where do you think you are going? '' Berry tone became steen.

“Without saying hi, or anything” Berry's voice had brightened , they grinded.

“I- sorry I just have no idea what to say “ I admitted 

“You could start with at least saying hi,” mother said, pointing at me accusingly.

“I am not going to bite you,” Berry playfully mocked.

“Well, hello mother,” I softly said.

Berry's smile while their tail twitched. I felt as if a wall was looming over me.

“That’s better,” Berry was stone-faced, she then signaled me to come closer-with her claws. I walked forward and craned my neck to her snout. 

 “Next time, tell me about your day. '' She growled for only me to hear.

“Whelp, have a nice day my sweet little wolf, I love you” Berry changes into a smiling mess.

“Love you too” I grimace  back. I have to try to make this work. I’m not doing anything to fix my mistakes. 

Walking out for the water, the chilled air hit me. I didn't want to leave, I whined. 

“Welp now let's sunbathe!” Tree exclaimed, they were happy. 

“Yeah” I smiled. We trotted out of the stone shelter, as the sun was now fully on us. My body seems to become less tense,which I never knew I was.  The sun  was dappling the leaf making it shine in many colors.  Stepping down to the grass that felt like fur. Smelling the chilling breeze and something else. What is that? Sniffing like I was sniffling, my body slowed and I did not dare move, as the smell of mud and wood, with roasted pork hit me. Which is definitely not from around here; there have never been pigs in these parts.

“Hey, world to echo, are you coming!?” tree yelled from a distance 

“Tree, do you not smell that?”  I scrunched up my face.

“ No?” the tree blinked,while tilting theirs at me .

 Shaking my head.

“ tree come on we should check out!”  I walk forward, flicking my tail, breathing in the scent. It was weak but there . I speed walked following 

I hope they were following. I monovered between the rock , lake and the  stone wall of the school. It was so tight here even for me ,how would anyone else be able to move at all? 

 I was heaving in the scent, trying to focus on the mud, and roasted pork bit at least.What ever it is, it's not too far from the entrance . I stopped, ‘waited,-paused- lily-pool and salmon-tart are guarding the entrance.’ I sniffed again, which got my sense of high alarm. Well whatever it is , it was not coming from the main entrance, it was coming from one of the underground tunnels,linked to most of the kingdoms -and the tribes-.

“Tree I think we have problem” I shouted back 

“What is it?” Tree responded back

“ Well this new scent and it's coming from the hidden tunnels and whatever it is , it's not supposed to be here.” I  spoke

Tree came up to me . “I smell it now , it's of pork and mud, maybe it's a water dragon, known as a mud dragon there like water dragons but they live in mud, ‘but I can’t seem to follow it’ .” They commented 

“ I’ve never seen or smelt one before.” I murmured 

 Closing my eyes to focus on the smell alone.It was near the opening of the new egg room.I followed the stone around the mountain to 5 holes. This scent was coming from the 3rd hole,I flicked my tail pointing at the hole, I turned ,and the tree nodded.

“I'm going in, you stay out here , okay.” I stepped towards the hole

“Wait, you have no idea who it is, or what to do.” Their claw blocked the way 

“No ,I can , I’ve done it before.” I flicked my tail abruptly.

“ Yeah you may think that , but you can hardly talk to any dragon.” They argued 

“ That's my life, and you can't be like that, when you  Practically raised me.” I spat back

Tree faced me in silence , their faces soured.

“We don’t have time for this, “ I pushed forward.

“ Echo, wait!” Tree desperately trying to grab me.

“ NO” I Was already in the darken tunnel.I blinked , Adjusting to the light. I crouched moving forward , following the scent. I continued to find an opening of a wide area, and standing there was  a dragon,with  light brown scales, darker underbelly, green eyes shining in the darkness and two times bigger than me. My tale swished, and  my eyes narrowed .

“ What are you doing here?” I Brittlely asked 

“ Who are you? '' Their voice was raspy , and deeper than trees .

“ I’m an ink, who are you?” I flew back at them

“ Well I know you’re an ink” they seem to hold back a growl, they were frustrated .

“But to  answer your question , Im Pine and I here to see Stone” They glared at me 

“ And may I ask why you want to see Stone”  I stayed vigilant 

“WAR” They raised their chin.

I flicked , war? I sighed. My heart was dripping,my mind became frozen .

“Okay you stay there I’ll get a stone.” I flicked, turning , I got out to see the sun blaring in my face , and a pacing Tree. Their tale flickers as I get out.

“Well?” Tree sat down, staring me down.

“They want to see Father.” my heart dropped .

“Okay so who's going to get him?” Tree tail swayed,head tilted .

“I’ll do it, I guess” I rushed. My mind a blaze ,Breathing slowly, trying to regain my thoughts. I stare up at the sun slowly dropping as I continue speed walking to the mouth of the cave. I found myself at the outskirts of the clearing where the land was flat, My breath was found . I walk on the rickey wooden bridge, and the waterfalls,where the water flows, To the lake.

Walking up the solid land to the stone steps. 

“Farther! ” I Boomed 

Gray blue eyes sparkled in the dark as the shadow moved closed in till there was stone standing there,eyes high and mighty . 

“ How may I assist you, dear one.” Stone gently spoke.

“ Well father, I have found someone who's looking for you.” I grinned

“ Oh, may you be so kind and bring me there.” Father softened 

“ Yeah- yes of course father.”  I stumbled. 

“Follow me ” I bowed my head.

Following the path to where the scent was still laid , I moved more quickly as the sun was dipping low , and I didn't get to eat yet. I came to a stop as I saw Tree, they were sitting staring at the hole ,waiting . As Tree turned they had straight up . 

“Hello stone”  Tree greeted smiling

“Hello Tree” father nodded back

“Father, the visitor is in the 3rd hole” I pointed at the hole where this scent was boiling from. 

“I see, Thank you dear, but I may know who's here, so don't worry” Stone calmly walked into the hole. 

‘ Can we go?’ I ask by mind, talking it to Tree . 

‘Yeah’  They responded back.

I hurriedly stood up , bounding back to the narrow path. Gliding to the side entrance of the cave, jumping up. I looked back to find that tree went towards the bridge. I trotted to the mist of the cave and saw a tree walk up , and sit. 

“Deer.” they’d said 

“Oh, I got it” I pulled out the pouch , tugging at the strings to open it, and dragged out a whole deer , and started ripping out its leg.  Tree, ripped at the stomach taking out a liver, and chomping on that. I took out an unknown organ which was small and smooth slimy like, which I had ripped the leg.

“ Can I eat this?” I stare at tree

Tree looked up “ Yes” I grumbled as they continued eating. I plopped it in my mouth , It had a weird feel and taste to it . It was bitter but tender and almost tasted like a leaf but different. “ Can I have some leg?” I point at the leg.

“ Yeah” Tree sliced a piece of meat, while also continuing to eat the internal organs . They held out the meat

“ Are organs really that good?” I ask ,grabbing it.

“ Well not the one you ate, that one likes eating scales.”

“Oh, okay.” I tore at the deer meat. This was much more potent, but in a good way.  Tree had to take out the berry pouch. 

“ These berries are known as polf, they are sweet but turn sour which makes them deadly so you don’t eat them then,they are juicy but it could kill you.” They Took out a yellowish green berry. “ I am not a fan but if you like you can try some.” I offered

“Are they safe now?” I questioned “ well, they're okay but they're a little too sour, not dangerous but they don’t taste the best.” Tree placed back in the bag, like they forget that fact.

 “I don't want any if so, I hate sour.”I yawned, sighing.

“ I think ,It time for bed.” Tree scotted the deer remains toward themselves, holding it in their 

They sighed. “so , which one of us wants to throw this out while the other heads to bed,” Tree grinned, holding the deer out for me to grad . I begurgly took it. 

–‐—-‐—---------------------------------------------------

Climbing to my hole to find my bed. The bag I was hiding tucked in my wing, placing it next to my bed.Today was just lots of moving. My body is just tired .Sleeping ,grabbing me, dragging in the darkness.

[fluffyseal322]

Sat Oct 12

Why did everyone say we can hangout today and then bail on me. I really dont like that. First it was William, he said i can come to the birthday party and then he changed his mind because his family is racist. He says its all jokes and they actually arent racist but no one would actually admit to that. I was so sad to hear! I wanted to see him so badly! He said we'd be able to hang out on sunday but I told him I had work!!!! Then it was sophia but instead of her initiating the invite it was me and she said she couldnt hang out because she had a party to go to. I asked if I could go and she said she'd ask her friend and later on her friend said its a private party :( Then out of the blue.... EM MESSAGES ME TOO, ASKING ME TO HANG OUT... SHE'S NEVER DONE THAT AND WHY TODAY?! But then she said nevermind because Xavier had too many people over :< UGH WHY.. I WANNA CRY WHY DO ALL MY FRIENDS BAIL ON ME. its okay, i do understand why for everyone and i appreciate them thinking of me and trying for me but for some reason i just cant believe they'd actually want to hang out with me :< it hurts a little bit and it probably would hurt even more if i didnt have my cousin over to hang out with. I am glad I got to spend time with him even though he is an ass to me T_T im so glad i dont have a little brother, that shit would be so fucking annoying. ugh, the day was just disappointment after disappointment. I'd hate to say this in regards to my little cousin but i didnt really get to do anything that i really wanted to. I'm happy that he was here to keep me distracted. In a way it was like life giving me his company because life knew today would be kind of hard. Thanks for that, universe.

On another note, something that i just cant get over is the fact that William might hate me. Why did he bail on me 2 times today :((( Did I do something wrong. I DONT UNDERSTAND AND IM SCARED OF LOSING HIM IVE COME SO FAR AND I WAS SO HAPPY WITH JUST BEING HIS FRIEND. WHY AM I HURTING THIS MUCH. WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH. why do i feel all these feelings about him that i cant even talk to him about. we arent close enough yet, i hate it. what do i do... how do i get out of this obsessive mental state. It's okay. I'll be okay. Love is patient, love is considerate... just breathe. i can still combine our interests while he's away. :( i dont want him to go anywhere though..... WILLIAM IM SO SORRY IM SO UGLY FOR YOU I WANNA CRY I WISH I COULD BE PRETTY ENOUGH SO THAT I CAN LOVE YOU HOW YOU WOULD WANT TO BE LOVED AND I TRUST YOUR WAY OF LOVING EVEN IF I DONT EXACTLY KNOW IT FROM A FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW. IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY. THERES NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT AND IM TRYING TO LEARN TO LOVE MYSELF TOO.... i dont want to change anything about myself ........ but i know i subconsciously would because of how obsessive i am. i wish things could be so easy and i wish i was able to predict my life. i wish i could see into the future. why does my heart long for you. why cant i be good enough for you? i want to know what you think but we just arent close enough yet. its okay i can come back to you on another time.... i hope i can come back to you, my love. From, this day on (well after tomorrow, because its actually Saturday Oct 12 [11pm], still.) I will learn to let you go. If you get hurt i hope that you can come back to me and i will offer you some guidance and comfort. For now, my main objective is to learn how to get into trading, my Japanese alphabet, and how to get into scuba diving from the very beginning. I'd also like to learn how to heal, this definitely hurts so much. William, i know you probably wont think this but if you are, its not your fault. It's no ones fault. It was just the wrong time in life. I have hope that we will come back to each other! I love you so much, my future beloved. The only way for me to unlearn my attatchment is detachment at all costs, how do I do that without blocking him... should I delete all our messages? :( THAT WILL BE SO SAD... ALL OF OUR MEMORIES WILL BE GONE!!! I DO HAVE AN IDEA THOUGH.... I CAN MAKE A FILE FOR WHATEVER PROGRAM HE LIKES TO USE FOR NOTES. We can combine our notes without speaking with each other. We'll check on each other's progress silently and from a distance. But let me wait until ive detached myself from him first... I'll come back to this part of life.

[mosviqu]

loved ur thoughts on it and i'm yet again glad to know that 2 out of 3 of our fav songs match again and i'm so glad it's a 20/10 album for u as well

tbh i only remember matthew talking so i'm not going to be a help here sadly💀💀

ERIC NEEDS TO HAVE LONGER PARTS I LOVE MY MAN SUNWOO LOVE HIS RAPS LOVE HIS VOICE BUT ERIC DESERVES TO SHINE AS WELL HE ALWAYS GET SO LITTLE PARTS💔 and i'm glad we did talk more about sunwoo😇 atleast it was worth it cuz of actor jihoon ig but the fact that only the last episodes were good😭😭 AND YAYYY IM HAPOY TO HEAR THAT🥳🥳

TBH IT WOULD BE CRAZY IF WE WOULD ACTUALLY END UP MEETING UP but if u need any help while u guys are here i am available to help anytime🫡

THE CLUB ONES WERE SO FUNNY I REMEMBER HOW THE TAEHYUN ONE AND THEIRS WERE AROUND THE SAME TIME AND I JUST LAUGHED SO HARD AT THEM (i remember seeing someone say "can't believe they are dancers and they move like this" i lost my shit actually) AND SO TRUE GOOD FOR HIM LMAO and now that u say that i follow an intak stan on tiktok AND SHE HASNT TALKED MUCH ABOUT JIM LIKE SHE USED TO (she also doesn't really make tiktoks that much and took like half off but we don't talk about that)

I DID WATCH IT!!! BAR!!!! I CANNNNOTT PUT MY FEELINGS INTO WORDS I LITERALLY ENDED UP ON THE FLOOR AFTER I WATCHED IT FOR THE FIEST TIME I JUST COULDNT TAKE MY EYES OF OFF JIHOON IT WAS SO BAD HIS FIT AND EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM WAS😭🤭 THE SONG🤌🤌🤌 THE CHOREOGRAPHY 🤌🤌 (but i did. feel a bit weird when i looked at junghwan doing al that .-.) and ever since it came out it has been my motivation to learn i'm just like okay i'm gonna finish this part and watch it again🤭 i am just so not ready for them to perform this like ever shsndbfn (liebestraum anon🥸)

SEE our taste in music actually matches for the most part 😭

still thinking of eric in kiss me if you can....and eric in general..... (i watched their vid w the fo squad today and girl let me tell u i think i fell in love with him ☹ you know me so well goodbye) also i wont talk abt sunwoo anymore bc he is yours only and i wont be a bad friend in this situation /j (i finished the bbam bbam social club series. literally 8h of staring at tipsy sunwoo. what did u expect to happen). ERIC DOESNT GET MANY PARTS ???? HAVE U HEARD THE MAN??????????????? JUSTICE FOR MY MAN.

omg im...so down actually ??? even tho i am SO awkward irl istg i think id die of anxiety but it would be so fun i think 😭😭 i still dont have the tickets so. we'll see hhhhh

NO BECAUSE TAEHYUNS CLUB WAS TOO DRY ISTG THAY WAS THE WORST ONE 😭😭 my man has to come to slovak clubs fr i'll show him how its done 🙄🙄 but also THEY HAVE SO MANY HONGDAE CLUBS AND HE WENT TO THE DRIEST ONE ??? 😭😭 but w the dancing part like how do u expect him to dance at a club he isnt gonna bust out the good boy gone bad choreo 😭😭😭 i mean at least shake ass a little i understand but dont expect big things 😭😭 also SEE im the most active intak stan confirmed (dont look that up) i need him to be my golden retriever boyfriend he's so pookie

on the topic of T5 move. *deep breath* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. jihoon's fit...lives in my mind rent free. like we knew he had abs and we did see them before but why did the sight affect me so much this time 😭 also i didnt even look at junghwan that much 😳 maybe for the best to not feel weird AHAHA i mean he is an adult but the 2 year age difference is providing a mental block for me to not see him in that way LMAO. we are NOT ready for the mv OR the live performance im afraid. plan my funeral friends ☹☹

[ayoitspatricia]

The one with the adopted daughter

(Rachel Green x adopted daughter!reader, Amy Green x daughter!reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Today was the day. It was Saturday and i was pacing non stop around the apartment that me and Pheobe had all to ourselves.

Pheobe had been able to convince Monica to leave for a while and take mom with her.

I had decided to wear an outfit that aunt Amy had mailed to me on my birthday since i was seeing her in a couple of hours.

Amy never really visited me on my birthday but she always seemed to remember to mail a present and a card for me to open which was kind to say the least.

“So, today’s the day,” Pheobe starts, handing me a smoothie that she had used Monica’s blender to make, “How are you feeling?”

“Nervous.” I say before taking a sip of my drink.

“Well you are going to make yourself even more nervous if you keep pacing like that sweetie.” She grabs ahold of both of my arms and leads me to the couch.

“I know, i know. Its just- what if we’ve got this wrong and this was actually all for nothing.” I panic.

“(Y/n), you’re a smart person ok? I don’t think that it will be very hard for you to figure out.”

I continue to drink my smoothie, giving small nods at the things Pheobe says.

Amy doesn’t even talk to mom that much. So, if i have gotten this all wrong then i could probably convince her to pretend that the interaction never even happened.

As soon as i had finished my drink i checked the time and realised that i had 10 minutes to be outside the apartment blocks. I went into my room and grabbed one of my coats and my bag.

Pheobe gave me a hug before i opened the door to leave, “Good luck, and don’t worry I will cover for you.”

I walked out and shut the door, unfortunately bumping into Joey and Chandler as they were leaving their apartment as well as me.

“Well hello there (Y/n),” Chandler looks at me, “So, where are you going in a rush like that?”

Oh no.

“Oh! Im just going to do some clothes shopping. Yeah! Just clothes shopping.” I say unconvincingly.

“Oh don’t play with us little Rachel, where are you going this time?” Joey speaks up.

Hold on, this time? It’s not like i casually meet up with a possible birth mother every day.

“Well for your information, I’m not lying and Pheobe said that she would tell mom where i am going when they get back.”

“Well-“ Joey starts to speak again, so i push past both of them and speed walk away.

“Hey we’re not done with you!” Chandler shouts.

“Yeah well i am.” I mumbled.

I walked down the stairs and left the block, the cool New York air coming into contact with my face.

When i looked around i saw the one and only Amy Green leaning against a wall, looking right back at me and motioning to come over to her.

I took a deep breathe and walked over to her, “Aunt Amy!”

I swear that i could almost see her wince slightly.

I gave her a hug and she tensed, so i just let go of her.

“Hey kid,” She greeted, “So how are you?”

“I’m ok i guess.” I shrugged.

“I booked a table at a restaurant that is not far from here.” She told me.

We left the apartment block and started to walk to whatever place Amy had decided to book.

“How are you doing?” I ask her.

“Im doing alright (Y/n).” She answered me awkwardly.

We were silent for a while before she spoke up again.

“I still don’t understand why you were so keen to meet up with me this soon.”

I fake a laugh, “Am i not allowed to see one of my favourite aunts?”

Ok, so that may be a lie, but i am desperate for answers and Amy may be able to give them to me.

“One of your favourite aunts huh? You barely know anything about me.”

“That is not true!” Oh it so is.

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

Wow, ‘lie’ really does seem to be the word of the day here.

“I know that you and mom don’t talk that much meaning that you miss out on seeing your amazing niece.”

“Amazing?” She smirks.

“Mom says i am.” I whine.

“Speaking of your mom, how are you getting along with her?” She asks.

“Not the best right now if im honest, we’ve been arguing a lot but Aunt Pheobe has been helping me through it.”

“The giddy blonde girl?” She refers to Pheobe making me scowl at her annoyingly.

Im about to answer but i notice that we have arrived at the place Amy told me about. We went in and Amy told them that she had a reservation, waiting impatiently to be seated.

After we get seated and order our drinks, Amy continued with what she was saying before.

“So you’re happy with Rachel right?”

“Of course,” I see her frown slightly so i quickly say, “But i would really like to know more about my birth mother.”

I see her frown turn into a small smile.

Well, its now or never (Y/n). It’s like I can almost hear Pheobe’s loud voice in my head.

“Hey, did you know her by any chance?” I casually mention.

Her face pales again. “Why would you even think that?”

“It was just an interest but if you don’t then it is okay.” I try my best to not sound disappointed.

“You know, i knew that this day would come.” She says quietly.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“It was only a matter of time before your curiosity got the best of you.”

I wanted to say more but the waiter comes up with our drinks and to order all our food.

“I’ll have this please.” Amy points to a dish on the menu after she takes our drinks and puts them on the table.

“Yeah, I’ll have that as well please.” I smile and the waiter nods, walking away from us.

“You like that meal?” Amy asks.

“Of course! But i don’t eat it often, mom can’t stand it.”

This makes me smile as i remember something that happened when i was younger, which was when me and Aunt Monica secretly made the meal whilst mom was asleep.

She gives me a genuine laugh, “Rachel couldn’t stand it when we were younger either!”

After that, Amy started to open herself up more and realised that we actually had a lot more in common than she thought that we did.

The waiter came back and gave us our meals.

“See, now we know more things about eachother.” I tell her.

She doesn’t say anything, instead she looks at me as if she is reliving a certain memory.

She then turns silent for a couple of minutes, trying to eat her food quickly. I start to eat again as well, looking at her every once in a while.

She looks up at me at the same time and meets my eyes, “I can’t do this.” She puts her fork down and puts her hands over her face.

“Are you alright Amy?” I ask as i get out of my seat and come to her side of the table.

“I can’t- I can’t do this.” She looks at me, “When i look at you, all i can see is an improved version of my younger self. You are exactly how i wished i was when i was your age.”

Was she confirming being my mom? I knew i shouldn’t jump to conclusions so quick, i need to hear the words from her.

“Aunt Amy-“ I start but she continues to ramble.

“I thought i could avoid this, i thought i could avoid you. But the more i get to know about you, the more i wish that i was the one who raised you.”

‘This is the perfect time to bring up the papers that me and Pheobe found.’ I thought to myself.

“Amy,” I started, “There’s a reason why i was so desperate to see you. And well i- well you see i-“ I stuttered.

“Please continue.” She whispered.

“I found some papers the other day and they said that you were my birth mom,” her eyes widened and she gasped, “Or there is just another completely different person whose name just so happens to be ‘Amy Green’.”

I try to make a joke but i know that my jokes are the last things on her mind right now.

“I just need to know ok?” Well here it goes.

“Are you my biological mom Amy Green?”

I can see the tears that she is trying to hold back.

“Yes.”

[justsomegalwhoshere]

Daddy’s Small Hero

Note: I’m back with another dad Bakugou fic bitches 😎 this time it’s Baku with an absolute chonk of a baby. Again, this entire thing was inspired by @hanji-is-life and the people who sent the amazing asks there. I can’t stop, they’re so good 😩 also idk how fast a baby’s development is. My little sister was a baby but that’s was 11 years ago- Criticism is welcome as always.

Warnings: cursing cuz bakugou, but just fluff overall. Not prof read

‘Had to go to the hospital quickly for an appointment! Katsumi and Sakura are at school already. Take Katsuo with you to the agency please!

-Y/N <3’

Bakugou sighed as he put down the note and headed to the living room where his son was. He woke up and was surprised to see you weren’t there in bed with him, and was only even more surprised he saw his son was awake in his playpen doing his thing. After finding the note tacked on the fridge however, he understood the situation.

Bakugou looked into the playpen and smiled. His son Katsuo. He looked exactly like his dad, ash blonde hair, red eyes, and an absolute monster of a baby. It’s not that he cried a lot, in fact he hardly cried at all. He was just extremely chunky. He was in 6 month clothes at 3 months old. He was a chunky baby, a chubby tummy and rolls on his arms and legs. Hell, he even had rolls for knees! He was currently in toddler clothes at 10 months old and was trying to shove his fat fist in his mouth. He took notice of his dad and started making grabby hands up at him.

Bakugou chuckled. “Hey squirt, ready to start the day?” His son gurgled.

Bakugou lifted his son up with a soft grunt. “Jesus, did you grow overnight? You get heavier every day.” His baby slapped a drool covered hand on bakugou’s cheek. “..I deserved that.”

After strapping on the baby carrier and putting Katsuo in front of chest, he began making breakfast. Starting with Katsuo’s. Sure, it was time consuming making breakfast for his infant son, but he refused to let him eat that processed shit from the store. Bakugou placed a strawberry and a banana on the counter. He wasn’t sure why he did this, but he let his son choose what fruit he wanted in his breakfast. He read somewhere it was good for development. “K, choose one brat,” he said softly. Katsuo stared before grabbing at the strawberry. “Good choice,” Bakugou responded before dropping a few strawberries in the blender and starting his breakfast. The entire time, he stirred up conversation with Katsuo.

“So what did you dream about last night?”

“Da!”

“You fought Endeavour himself and won?”

“Ba-da-ba!”

“No shit, what did you do after?”

“Baaab.”

“Nice. I’ll make note of that the next time I train then.”

…

After a quick breakfast and a diaper change, Katsuki made his way to the agency, baby bag in hand. It should be ok to take Katsuo today. All he had was paperwork and an interview. Katsuki didn’t want just ANYONE working for him. He needed to make sure those who were hired were reliable people. Bakugou stopped in front of the building and addressed his son in the harness, “this is where daddy works. He runs his own agency. Isn’t that cool?” Katsuo blew a little raspberry.

Almost all eyes were on Bakugou as he entered the building. They went from neutral to confused seeing a drooly baby harnessed on the pro hero’s chest, and even more confused seeing a baby bag in hand.

Ignoring all the prying eyes, Bakugou approached Kirishima, who also was gawking at the baby in the harness.

“What? It’s not a fucking alien, get a hold of yourself.” Kirishima’s eyes snapped back up and looked at Bakugou. He put a hand behind his head sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m just not used to seeing you with your son that often.”

“Hah!? Are you calling me a terrible dad?” Bakugou questioned as his eyebrows furrowed more.

“No! Just drop it, look the candidate for receptionist is already with the interviewer. Just make it quick, ok? And don’t send them running away in tears!” Kirishima called out as Bakugou grunted and walked towards his office. Bakugou stopped in front of his office door and addressed his son once again,

“This is daddy’s office. You excited to step inside?”

“Aa!”

“Well, today I am too.” Bakugou opened the door and saw some interviewer extra behind his desk and a female sitting across from it.

“Ah, you’re here Mr. Bakugou! Please, take a seat!” The interviewer chirped. Bakugou sat down in a chair on the side of the desk and unclasped the harness. He set Katsuo on a sitting position on the desk and dumped some toys there for his son. Katsuo took a chunky plastic block and immediately began to chew on it.

The female blinked. “Umm… is the baby staying here the entire time?”

Bakugou growled lowly. “He has a fucking name. It’s Katsuo. And yes, he is. That a fucking problem?”

“N-no, im sorry sir,” she replied as Katsuo cooed.

“Let’s get this started. What’s your name?” Bakugou said, calming down.

The female cleared her throat. “Akane, sir.”

The interview went along fairly smoothly, Akane answered the questions well and seemed reliable enough to work here, Bakugou noted as he played a bit with Katsuo. Still, Bakugou needed more convincing. He didn’t need another receptionist crying into his coffee cup in the mornings. The more the interview progressed, the more impatient Bakugou became.

“Can we hurry this shit up? It’s almost tummy time for Katsuo!” Bakugou barked. Both Akane and the interviewer jumped at the sudden outburst.

“Sorry Dynamight sir, just one more question and we’ll be done here.”

Bakugou huffed and put Katsuo on his lap, who was trying to shove the block in Bakugou’s face. He chuckled. “Stop that shit, that’s fucking gross, wasn’t it in your mouth?” Katsuo gurgled in response, still shoving the drool covered block in his dad’s face. Akane was distracted at this display. Dynamight, the number 2 pro hero, softening for someone? She didn’t think it was possible. Bakugou looked back up, scowling as he realized no one was talking. “The fuck are you looking at?” He growled at Akane.

Akane yelped and cleared her throat. “N-nothing! Just- just looking around” she said hurriedly as she straightened herself.

Bakugou squinted his eyes and looked down at his son. “What do you think of her, Katsuo?”

Katsuo was currently transfixed on shoving two chubby fingers in his own mouth. Once he finally did babble again, he slapped his thighs while bouncing up and down, making “da” sounds over and over. Akane thought the display was cute before Bakugou spoke up again.

“My son says you’re a terrible liar and that you’re on thin fucking ice.”

Akane shivered a bit. She was going to be here a while longer, wasn’t she?

…

A few more exchanges like that back and forth (Katsuo cooing and bakugou interpreting as a a threat), the interview finally ended.

Akane slumped on the wall outside the door and slowly sat herself down. God, that went terribly! She kept getting distracted by the baby! There was no way she was getting this job! She blew it-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched laugh. Akane registered it was coming from the office. Silently, she got up and peered through the door, which was slightly ajar.

Bakugou was blowing raspberries on his baby’s stomach while Katsuo laughed hysterically. Akane stood there dumbfounded. She never thought Bakugou was the fatherly type. Bakugou kept doing this and laughed along with the baby until he put them down in a sitting position. “Alright brat, it’s tummy time,” he grumbled as he spread a blanket on the desk and laid his son down on the blanket, back facing the ceiling. His son thrashed his limbs around a bit before calming down. Bakugou chuckled and pulled a couple toys out of his bag and settled them around Katsuo. His son tried moving around to grab the toys, cooing all the while.

Akane left before she was noticed. She was confused by this secret side of Bakugou.

…

Despite her doubtful thoughts earlier, Akane managed to land the job as the receptionist at Bakugou’s agency. She liked talking to the people she met everyday, and even met his wife a couple times.

Akane was typing away and noticed someone approaching from the corner of her eye.

“Hello, Mrs. Bakugou! How are you?”

You looked at Akane and smiled, carrying your son. “I’m just fine, thank you! I’m just wondering where Katsuki is!”

“Right here,” a gruff voice responded. Both females turned around and saw the hero approaching both of them.

You gave your husband a kiss and handed him Katsuo and a box wrapped in cloth.

“You forgot your lunch again, I’m starting to believe you’re doing it on purpose” you scolded.

Bakugou laughed and pecked your cheek. “I might start doing it intentionally if I get to see my beautiful wife and son more often at work.”

Akane observed this exchange before Katsuo turned his head towards her, looking at her with wide red eyes and made grabby hands that Bakugou paid no kind to. Akane, however, shivered and turned back towards the computer, typing more feverishly. Those red eyes that looked exactly like his father’s creeped her out ever since that interview. Sure, Katsuo was adorable, but what came out of his mouth was scary.