#in spite of being rlly quiet

[itsbebebe]

what i took from tallulahs book is that she actually rlly does need to spend more time w/ the other eggs/parents cuz she doesn't realise that they all fucking adore her and are clamouring to look after her and think shes amazing but just dont know her well enough. Its not that they have misconceptions about her, its not that bbh forgot her birthday, its not that dapper and pomme purposefully triggered her abandonment issues. its that they dont know/remember cuz they never see her and thats why its actually kind of important that her and chayanne get to hang out with ppl like forever and stuff more regularly ("if they are actually willing to" she mutters, eyes trained on chayanne).

[val-cansalute]

𝙱𝙴𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝟶1

summary: - a prologue of sorts - you and ellie will never be the same. the words you exchange are so deep seated and visceral, an accumulation of all the hurt. hers are telling; the love she gives is nothing like yours, nowhere near as intense, nowhere near as desperate. she’s closed off to you, and she may never be open again. she’s leaving town before it is even given a proper ending, to go on tour now that her music career is taking off. this is the end. at least for a few years.

warnings: not rlly proofread bc i ball too hard, angst with no comfort yet, dw it’ll come, ellie is dealing with trauma, references to sex.

an: this shit is reaaaaally short cuz it’s just some context for the main story. unfortunately for me, bc whenever i start a story i get rlly anxious until its over, the next one prolly won’t be coming for a while since im gonna be travelling for a bit and i got quite a lot of stuff going on: love you guys, stay safe, never stop talking about palestine. do your clicks. :-)

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When you first saw Ellie, there were embers in her eyes - front of the pub, she didn’t even need a stage as she sang her heart out. Her captivating nature was enough to elevate her. Everyone else in the room faded to grey in the background, nothing more than a lively buzz punctuating the atmosphere. You were enraptured.

And she was too.

Hesitant glances from across the room at the same time each week, the music and the feeling was electric. The flush of her cheeks melted into the splotches of red from the sweltering heat each time she met your eyes. You sat on that same barstool; she stood in that same spotlight.

And when you started seeing each other, there were so many moments where you felt like your love for her was uncontainable. It spewed out of your pores and overwhelmed your senses every time she was near, even in spite of her soft and reserved demeanour.

It had a hold on you. Each time your lips met, it always became visceral for you, slow and sensual movements transforming into borderline aggression, tongue desperately searching her insides and tearing all the petals off the rose that was in her mouth. You wanted to consume her, suck her up and hold her in the comfort of your rib cage. She was everything to you.

And she was bound to fame. You knew it would come. She was made of stardust, and an aura so golden it would burst if confined in small town pubs any longer.

Sometimes, you gently trace the ridged edges of the polaroid pinned to your wall and feel a pool of warmth gather inside you at the feeling of familiarity her younger face brings. Her face, back then when her eyes seemed greener, her cheeks seemed fuller, her voice seemed clearer. It’s a sick feeling: nostalgia, remembering the way your intensity felt and what it has become.

If you stare too long, you’ll watch the grainy photograph melt and churn, the hues of her skin becoming duller and sunken inwards.

The house is quiet. It’s a silence so dense, you’re almost fooled into thinking Ellie isn’t home. But she is. She’s there, like a ghost lingering in the cracks of your walls.

It feels cold, with a lingering scent of whiskey and a heavy silence that creaks in the hollows of your ears, even for the weeks at a time that Ellie is home.

Maybe it’s a sick thought to have about the woman you would give up your life for, who you would do anything for, who you love more than anything in the world millions of times over, but you prefer it when there’s a distance between the two of you these days. Playing into that constant facade of everything being okay drains you of all your worth and for no return. Ellie gave up on it a while back. It’s just you prancing away solo on that stage now, like some jester.

You’ve become a slave to it, lost yourself out at sea trying desperately to make things okay, whatever that means. She'll never talk to you about it. There’s only scraps left to hide but she clings to them like they’re her lifeblood, tearing them away from you as if you’re just some stranger. Some stranger who watches her crumble to pieces and put herself back together, like she’s a damn mix and match, each time the memories come back to surface in her mind. You beg for more, for crumbs of her resolve but she’s gone. Not coming back.

Nothing has been okay. Nothing has ever been the same since Joel died. Ellie has never been the same. That day, he left and took a piece of her with him. A piece you know you’ll never get back.

There’s no room for argument, what is between the two of you is like glue that barely sticks, so you keep yourself deathly still and hold your breath with a pounding heart and complete desperation, not wanting to ruin anything further. But there’s so much you have to say, and no time to say it.

Instead, you watch her pull further away, see her eyes become duller, notice her absence get longer, feel the sex get colder, watch everything warp and twist and writhe until you’re beyond the point of no return. Until you’re not sure you trust her, or yourself, or the concept of anyone truly loving you the animalistic and self destructive way you loved them at any point in time.

It’s lonely on that island, watching her drift away, the person you thought completed you, she felt incomplete regardless of your presence.

You know the glue has faded when she turns to face you from the foot of the bed, looking so far away as she speaks.

"What? You're moving to LA?" She looks down at the fingers she’s twiddling, and takes a deep breath before continuing.

"Yeah, Max said it wa-"

"Well, how long?" You cut her off, already rising from the bed and moving closer. She meets your eyes but the look she gives doesn’t satiate your anxiety in any way, despite how you beg it to.

"... About that, we were thinking it might be… indefinite for now..."

Your heart stills in your chest and the blood rushes from your head. She can’t even look at you.

"Ellie. What the fuck… How are you just gonna dump this on me now? W-what about us? What are we gonna do? I already barely see you anymore,"

"I... I'm sorry but, I gotta do this. You know I do, if I'm gonna make a caree-"

Desperation takes over, your palms quivering erratically beneath you,

"Ellie… I know you care about your career, but, God, we've been together for so long. I love you so much, please don't do this to me,"

She raises her gaze to the ceiling and forces the lump down the dry, tight hollow of her throat,

"It's not forever, babe, I’ll come home.”

But you’re already shaking your head in dismissal of her blatantly dishonest words,

"You and I both know that that is not true. You’ve been desperate to go since it happened and I know I’m just an obstacle now.“

"That’s… That’s not true. I really can’t do this right now."

"You never can. And it’s because I fucking know you're not coming back, Ellie! And I'm not gonna sit around, waiting for you to call, only ever hearing about you through other people when we’ve been together for so many fucking years! I want you to be happy more than anything-“

"We can call.”

"But you fucking won't! And you're always drunk! You need to talk to me, Ellie, we're never gonna be okay if you don't!”

“I can’t be okay when I’m trapped here! All I can think about is him! I don’t eat, I don’t sleep!”

"But this isn’t gonna make anything better! We have something here! We said we would start a family together, Ellie… LA; you would never have wanted this… Okay? Joel would never have wanted this!"

She gets up and turns without a second thought at the sound of his name and your blood pressure spikes in complete desperation.

"Ellie, Ellie, please. I'm sorry. We can work through this, I promi-"

“I have to go.”

“No, you don’t! You aren’t being fair! You shut me out! You shut everyone out! I’ve been trying so fucking hard!"

"I know, and I’m fucking sorry, but I can't stay here, there's nothing left for me! I love you-"

Your voice is quiet and quivers with emotion that lulls her in, begging her to see that you need her - that she has always come first to you even if you’ve become secondary to her,

"Then prove it. Stay."

But her mind is already made up.

"… I can’t…”

You’re shaking your head,

“I have to do this.”

No, this is seriously the end.

“I'll come home."

You stop shaking your head and look at her.

“No. I can't wait around for you, Ellie, not when we’re like this. If you do this, it's over."

"That's up to you."

The rest of the night seems blurry to you. A deep despair festers to the brim of your skull. You can’t bring yourself to move once she’s gone, can’t bring your mind to calm itself down.

But once you do, the house is plunged into the darkness you encounter. The weight of Ellie still hangs thick in the air and lingers like a whine in the creaks of cold floorboards. As you leave the house you shared with Ellie, you pass through each room, switching the light on and then off, from top till the bottom, until you reach the last.

Click,

and then you leave, once and for all.

Pass round the bend and then by the sea. Watch the waves rise and then crash into each other, right where Ellie used to plant her feet beside you.

more pics of my cat bc she’s just so adorable 😩

[blorbopostingtime]

Alr so maybeee this is a bad opinion but tbh I rlly can't keep it in anymore so imma just say it.

WE NEED MORE ANGRY BRANCH CONTENT!!!!!

Like sure in the first movie he could be classified as angry but. ITS SO MUCH MORE GRUMP AND ANNOYANCE THAN ACTUAL ANGER?!?!?!?!?!??!

I want more fics, more comics, more fanart, more everything, where Branch just flat out looses his fucking shit.

At anyone, everyone I do not have a specific thing.

Get this grump ass bitch angry at the way the village treated him for fucking years when he was grey, get him fucking angry at his brothers for leaving and abandoning both him and their grandmother, get him angry at the bergens who he lived in fear of for so so so fucking long (SINCE HE WAS BORN TILL HE WAS ATLEAST FUCKING 20. THAT IS ALL HIS FUCKING CHILDHOOD. TEENAGE YEARS, EVERYTHING. AND FOR ALL THOSE YEARS MINUS 4 IT WAS ALSO HIS BROTHERS, THE VILLAGE AND HIS GRANDMA), his grandmother for sacrificing herself to save him and leaving him grey and alone (HE WAS A CHILD. FOUR OR FIVE AND HE WATCHED HER DIE FOR HIM. DO NOT TELL ME HE DOESNT HAVE ANY SURVIVAL GUILT OR RESENTMENT AT THE FACT THAT THIS CAUSED HIM TO TURN GREY AND BE AN OUTCAST IN THE VILLAGE. I DO NOT GAF ABT HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER YOU DO NOW MOVE ON FROM SHIT LIKE THAT WITHOUT IT), his parents for never being there (whole other thing but! Still think it should be a bigger thing.): EVERYONE.

"Oh, but he got angry at his brothers in the 3rd movie!"

NOT FOR FUCKING REAL.

YOU TELLING ME THAT MOSTLY CALM ASS, SAD AND A BIT SPITEFUL SPEECH WAS PURE UNFILTERED RAGE FROM 16+ YEARS OF BEING ABANDONED, BULLIED, ALONE, AFRAID AND DEPRESSED ?!?!?!?!?!?

HUH?!?!?!?!?!??

CUZ ITS FUCKING NOT!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THATS NOT EVEN MENTIONING THE FACT THAT HE LIVED OUT IN THE WILDERNESS FOR THE FUCKING MAJORITY OF HIS LIFE TOO!!!!!

Let Branch go feral with rage, let him scream at all the ways people have failed him from the top of his normally quiet lungs, let his vision go tinted red with rage, let him fight and punch and kick and elbow and growl and bite and hurt all the people who left him, like an animal gone abandoned in the wilderness and left for dead, who manages to not only survive but fucking THRIVE as a feral beast.

Show me a Branch who screams a sound so primal the nearby birds fly from the trees, let him be louder than any other troll in the village from living in the wild surrounded by creatures that the trolls were still learning about anf befriending who may or may not havr wanted to kill him, and yet talk about how afterwards he could barely speak because after 20 years of quiet speech if that his voice still isn't used to being loud.

Show us how much Branch is ready, able and willing to to use all the weapons he makes, the rocks he collects as projectiles and bluguons, the whittled stakes and knives, the sheer everything that comes with having lived on his own in the wilderness, angry and scared and so fucking alone.

... Ahem.

Anyways, thanks for listening to my rant and

ANGRY, FERAL AND APESHIT BRANCH PLEASE!!!!!!

[stealingpotatoes]

askposting except its just one ask that was 924 words long

which i think is internet-jesus getting me back for the obscenely long ao3 comments i leave LOL

(also for the sake of my own screenshots im not. putting the whole paragraphs of text in but i did read them!!!)

@thedynamicworm thank u!!! ur idea of them meeting on coruscant is fun but leia doesn't sneak away on any missions!! she may have her father's inability to follow orders, but she knows where to draw the line and draws it pretty solidly at "things that will get me killed and/or grounded for a year". she sticks to tatooine and rebellion bases and the few planets her family takes her to for jedi training or little trips!

the closest she gets to meeting luke before age 15 is thru force dreams and the like

gaslight girlboss gatekeeping! Padme is VERY quiet about Luke's birth for the first few months (is just on Naboo w her family) and 1. pretends Luke was the result of a secret Naboo husband and 2. manages to hide when his birthday is so it looks a Bit Less Suspect. the handmaidens create this insane papertrail so convincing that Palps, had he not known otherwise, probs would've fallen for loll.

so deep down he does sorta know that Luke's Anakin's son, however comma he can't prove it for shit and Padmé never lets him get close enough to try prove it loll. + he can't rlly openly act against such a popular senator so theyre essentially fighting a shadow cold war

Luke meets Rex (eventually)!!! the closest there ever would be to codywan would be Obi-wan wistfully staring at his commander like he's in a period drama remembering before remembering he's not a hussy and thats forbidden lol. cody's just up to his canon shit unfortunately ):

same as canon, being a spiteful bastard, yelling kenOOOBIIII, and blinding dilfs <3

again same as canon (or potes-brand-canon) lolll she's out there vibing w quinlan!!!

they meet after the reunion when Padmé and Luke are staying on a rebel base w the Skywalkers and the Ghost fam visits! Ezra obvs goes to see his bestie Leia and she's like EZRA I HAVE A BROTHER NOW MEET MY BROTHER HIS NAME IS LUKE ISN'T IT COOL I HAVE A BROTHER and with a very fifteen-year-old twinge of worry that he's going to be replaced, Ezra goes to meet Luke. and the twinge of worry is replaced with a twinge of "oh no i'm gay" bc wow ok. he's cute. are people allowed to be this cute??

Luke's first opinion is "wow this guy's cool! and he has um... very uh... mm facial structure" the former of which is definitely ruined when Ezra does some stupid shit like 3/4 of a backflip and eats shit on the hangar floor

[nightcolorz]

The first season is very sexually charged with the objectification of Armand (Rashid), did you notice that too?

Literally the way Daniel and Louis discuss Armand in front of him, as if he is not in the room with them: his taste, weight (damn... Armand is literally a little shocked with his quiet “what?..”, Louis offers to try his blood, and it sounds ambiguous. If you don’t know the context, the question “would u like to sample” sounds with sexual overtones. Daniel refuses, citing medication. And all this time no one asks Armand what he wants. As if, if Daniel had agreed, Armand would have had no say in the matter. Like... Wow

YES OMGG!!!! Thank u for this ask, I think about this literally all the time. Obviously Armand is my favorite character so before s2 came out the only thing I rlly liked about amc iwtv was this specific aspect lol. (I rewatched the would u like to sample scene more then any scene in the first season). I actually had a theory before s2 came out that the reason they act like this with “rashid” is bcus Louis and Armand are doing this strange bdsm public humiliation thing that Louis is dictating as a form of spite against Armand for their shitty relationship, and Armand is participating bcus of his trauma that tells him he is meant to be in a sub dynamic like that, and boy I was wayyyy more right then I thought I would be.

I think the rashid thing was an incredibly genius way to both set up and foreshadow Louis and Armand’s dynamic, and to set up how Armand’s trauma functions before we even truly knew who Armand was. It’s honestly so smart.

I’ve always thought the way Louis treats and talks about Armand as rashid was fucked up 😭 and I’m so surprised and delighted to see my interpretation validated. Right it’s so objectifying and hard to watch, the way Daniel is clearly kind of participating is awful too (rent boy cough). Clearly Armand is not into it 😭. I don’t think him being uncomfortable was in some way part of the act.

my theory is that Louis and Armand’s relationship had become very hostile and cold pre interview (which prompts Louis to want to do the interview). And Armand is entirely against the idea of the interview and it rlly makes him stressed and upset and angry, bcus he is afraid of Louis uncovering memories and leaving him, he’s afraid of Louis publishing the book and being put in danger, he’s afraid of himself being put on display for ppl to read about, etc. Louis is rlly mad about Armand being so against smth that means a lot to him, so I image he tells him to just mf leave if he is so bothered by it. And Armand is immediately like NO NO NO ILL STAY, bcus Louis doing the interview without him there to supervise is just sm worse. And Armand is Like, I refuse to be on record that’s my one boundary. And Louis is like well I have just the idea actually, that would prevent u from being on record and allow u to snoop around and watch. Enter bdsm role play/stupid human disguise that is purely spite driven. Amazing show wtf

[bunji-enthusiast]

nanashi anon reporting again, can I request a small scenario with nanashi and his gn! s/o cuddling in a rlly stormy night? (this can be either nsfw or sfw) 🧍🩷

Ooo alrighty!

(suggestive implications, but sfw nonetheless)

Shadows and wells, thunder and lightning. 

It all equates to a normal night, not anymore less as it is for the earth to be ravaged with adoration by the stormy clouds, in spite of every bit of scarring and wounds. How loved is Mother Earth for her children to heal her, he finds himself envious of these proclamations, nature endowed him with reality otherwise. 

Silent, calm, and ready to enrage.

I envy you, my deity. 

Nanashi finds himself bare for the first time in a while, he is dressed appropriately within the darkness. The swordsman doesn’t find any embarrassment welling in his chest, in short closeness and proximity it was only you. Your hand laid tenderly upon his back, tracing through each crevice and valley of memories, you were completely astounded that you could admire him in such a way. 

“Nanashi..” You murmured, finding your face flushed as your hand settled unto the very scars that marked his descent, a fall that had long past had been gotten over. “How do they feel now?” You asked, voice wavering with hesitance—perhaps it was silly to question. 

He pauses, then moves so little it almost scares you. A quiet sigh is heard, as if he were contemplating the way he would answer. You wait, thundering roaring in the encompassing silence that created a dear pause that allowed you both to take a breath you dare not breathe should the other be scared away. 

“They ache.” Nanashi says finally, a moment passes as he takes in the feeling of your touch upon his burning skin. “But it doesn’t hurt me any longer.”

“I see.” You replied with careful nonchalance, still a little amazed with how faded the scars were as if they were there for the longest time (well, they were). This situation still felt far too delicate, like something being presented to you that you were not meant to set your eyes upon just yet. 

You languidly lifted your fingers, ghosting the felt of his skin. Nanashi could feel goosebumps and shivers following in the wake of your touch; cold, hot, nothing and forever throughout time. He wondered how far you’d stray with those gentle hands of yours, triaging into endless memories of battles and dishonored enemies.

Though you tried to suppress it, a small smile betrayed your demeanor. You were glad that Nanashi could not set his eyes onto you from where he sat, you dare not stray from your position. 

Like each and every touch, it sears and burns. So cold all at once as well, so longingly you had traced the muscle of his back all the way to the right where the nape of his neck starts. You could hear his breath hitch as you began applying pressure, your finger trailing over the nape, eliciting even more shivers from your touch. “Sensitive?”

“Yes.” Nanashi replied simply, shaking his head to compose himself. 

You waited for a moment, then took the action of actually kissing the nape of his neck. Which had surprised Nanashi, but not as much as any other time, your affectionate gestures brought him peace. Something he had always wished for, and he had hoped you’d never stop. 

You leaned forward, lifting both your arms and wrapping around the broad frame of his being. Closing your eyes as you rested your head in the crook of his shoulder, right in the inset between the muscle bone and his neck. 

Hearing the content sigh from you was alleviating to the swordsman, letting him rest his eyes as they came to a close. 

So high, and yet so far. Yet it was only minutes ago, thunder roaring for all those awake and asleep to hear. He wonders how long and in between that he needed to fall asleep, though he could consider that answer later.

[nebulacollege]

hello!! I love yalls twst stuff and I'm rlly excited to see/learn more about these ocs!! would you be able to give maybe a rundown on which characters are in which house and why? or maybe a general explanation on how the houses work in this college :0

Thank you very much for liking our twst stuff and for your interest in these boys! <3 And thank you very much for reading the info post about them! Fighting with tumblr to make it work was exhausting, and it’s still not going to work in the app after all orz I’ll add some of these facts to the info page later, but for this reply I can write much more than what I’m going to say there.

Now to your question. Each of the characters are were made to “represent” their corresponding house, to somewhat be the embodiment of the animal, so they go like this:

Niall is in the Unicorn house;

Ned is in the Dragon house;

Edmund is in the Raven house,

Liam is in the Snake house.

The houses group boys based on their personal qualities, but, ofc, there are no strict rules as which factors will definitely put you in one of the houses.

The Unicorn house is known for its dazzling, charismatic students with a strong tendency for leadership. They are determined, strong-willed, and often arrogant to an extent. They’re good at dealing with social issues, people in general, and can manipulate both people and the information they have as well. Still, despite being natural leaders, they have to have a sense of community and know how to form alliances.

They have good manners, good style, and overall have a high-society aura around them. Members of the royal families usually end up in this house. Because of that, it is considered the most prestigious (and rich lol) of the houses.

The Dragon house is the next in line in terms of being prestigious. Students there are loud, impulsive, have a very big “presence” whenever they’re around, while still being surprisingly responsible and well-behaved. They’re good and strategy and tactics, and have the best results in sports out of the bunch because of their good organizing abilities and discipline. They have their own order inside the house and dormitory, so they tend to work on the “survival of the fittest” principle. Just like Unicorn students, they are very proud, so they’re not ready to listen to just everyone, so they sometimes have conflicts inside their house in spite of their strong sense of unity. You have to deserve their respect to be... well, respected. On the negative side, they are quite greedy, loud, as I’ve said, and slow.

The Raven house is both the opposite of the Unicorn house, yet at the same time they’re the ones they cooperate with the most. Students of the Raven house are quiet and just don’t seem all that remarkable. They’re the first to react to different events, but the most “useless” in terms of solving things. The least ambitious of the bunch, they are rather perceptive, know a lot of rumors and information, good at making suggestions and predicting future outcomes, but at the same time secretive and not very talkative with other houses. Nobody really knows what they think, so they’re the creepy ones and the “freaks”, although not in such a harsh manner as one might think. They’re here to just do their job silently, or to complain a lot and still do their job lol If the Unicorn house can be considered the facade of the society, these students are the underground part of it. Metaphorically, that is.

The Snake students are also quiet, but their presence is much more prominent than that of the Raven students. They’re perfect on the surface level, but are ready to take any means necessary to achieve their goals without being caught. They seem perfect from the outside, but students from this house have the strongest sense of individuality. They’re cautious and ready to give way to others just to be safe and sure, they’re not the ones to rush anywhere without thinking. They’re careful, and a little bit slow in order to process events around them accordingly and to take the best possible route.

Phew, I think so far that’s enough lol

[kiwikiswia]

hey @9617saphs totally didn't forget about this but, sighs

first of all, *them (blasts you with spelling mistake gif)

second of all, you SHOULD'VE TELL ME THIS IN THE ASKBOX dumba dumma I literally just found this from scrolling the tags of the post (i don't usually check activities <- scared) and found out you rb'ed my post which i'm sorry for noticing it late but then again you should've send this to my ask it's literally an ask game!!!! dum

(/lh /nm at the fullest i hope the way i word it kinda funny/unserious makes me actually sound not mad at all, I just feel like this funny)

anyway back to the answer,

I actually kinda expect someone will ask this 😭but at the same time I have to thought of the answers like "how do I make you know that this character mean so so much to me" since wooooords are hard and idk if anything I say is comprehensible to people but aight I'll try.

ok what was the questions aga- okay.

long post ahead whoops!

1.) How do I feel about this character?

short answer, I have uncountable arts and comics ideas about them what do you think i feel about this character

long answer,

the "they look cool but tf is that goofy ass hair tie brah is that a feather duster 😭" -> "grumpy cold freak /neu" -> "wait actually. I need to learn more about them" (no reason, but full of spite and curiosity) -> "FFUCKCKFUFUXKCUDK WHY ARE YOU SO COMPLICATED" (trying to figure things out) -> "ough this is not normal I'm not normal actually. /pos" -> "self projection beam go" pipeline.

can a character I used to mock on turn into character I've written and theorized on a lot? Into a character I self project onto? apparently engel from the hit game pk2 can do this to me, and as one of the most mysterious character in the game engel gave me so much headache long time ago it's making me insane (still am) but worth it! but I can't escape now! i might be forever staying in this regalle hellhole! wow!

2.) /r pair you like of this character

Need I Say Anything next question

3.) /non r pair you like of this character

the above answer goes too here actually. i've ever mentioned somewhere they're like. a secret fourth thing to me. their love is something incomprehensible to the world it *can't* be classified as merely and only romantic. sure it can be seen as such but I don't rlly want to strict the two's relationship under a status.

but for other answers is of course the other two of the main 4, leif and especially evelynne

don't get me wrong I do am insane more about zefirengel and the writing I have about their dynamic is a lot more (yes i'm biased thanks to the past me and how I want to bring back that old spite. sorz), but

never forget that evelynne is canonically the only person in regalle that engel has positive relationship with. they're friends and lynne mentioned engel helped her since the early days she became a merchant and said multiple times they're nice despite that cold cover of theirs. how'd they get along in the first place? that's the question. there's so SO many things I thought of about their friendship story and her perspective prove a thing that engel isn't always a very quiet cold and meanie person and can be soft and nice if you actually get them right.

(though smth to note I see them as queerplatonic. I think lynne would shriveled up if she found out she's in a romance with someone for a second and. idk they fit better as that honestly I don't think they understand romance or want to aha)

and leif. goodness. if they interact more perhaps prism may fall into apocalypse they're too powerful. they could be a good student-mentor duo. Leif called them "librarian friend" and I believe he would ask for guidance to engel despite already have gwynelle. engel too would admire his bravery and determination to help everyone and just being so friendly with anyone. how's he's just. a contrast with the so-called arrogant and strict aegles. I can list MANY similarities they have esp like. their mindset. actually If i have to list what things are the main 4 share the same it would be uncountable since each second passes I would thought of a thing then another.

OH AND DON'T FORGET GRETTA THEIR SO-CALLED SISTER i can't even say anything here it would be a lot LOT. God what are you two hiding. what are your motives to hide on places? what. what. what. wh

engel why are you such a complicated character (i AM the one making it complicated) (i give too much a fuck)

4.) unpopular opinion of said character

bitches who call them librarian aegle version of peanut pk1 needs to be executed

(this one is [mostly] for me ->) also people mostly thought they're mean and "annoying" or just see them like "ok sure you exist but you're kinda nothing with that grumpy personality", which I get people see it that way esp when you aren't into the game deeply but you've got to know there's more than that about them and once you learned atleast their origins you realized you can make things up, interpret how they are this and that and how they act that and this, it was so much fun to figure out how their actual personality blend with the others. you can actually have so much fun with them considering the many things about them unrevealed. truly the character to self project onto. it's fun.

5.) what you wish happened to this character in canon (?? smth smth around this I forgot)

grabs kurechii devs' shoulders. hey.

I know they really just seem really want to stay distance and unbothered by the people in regalle but. c'mon. can you develop more interactions of the main 4 with each other. I promise I know how to get it right I can help you I can give you ideas. more things about gretta and engel please. where could this engel enthusiast get other sources to learn about them. hey. can you still make them able to befriend others despite have to stayed mysterious. do I have to stay making things up forever like this. hey. hey. are you really gonna make them stay mysterious forever. that would be so bad you know. hey. can zefirengel become the 2nd sapphic rep of this game. why did you make them terrible. can they be more developed actually whether it's onto the healthy yuri or toxic yuri or tension yuri lead but can you not just left them like that. hey. h

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ok that's all for now props if you read all that and idk if what I'm explaining is accidentally out of topic or I fully don't answer what the question asked aka I go off with what the question asked or. I actually just yap nonsense or nothing at all but idrc at this point i. certainly talk about things. and. I think my brain's fried from typing all of this. have this little doodle okay bye

[mochinon-yah]

AJDSJKSKKS HI HELLO SORRY MOCHI I JUST SAW THIS NOW PLS EXCUSE MY HAREBRAIN

ahem

man i just got off my break like a week ago hhhhh, but i can relate to being lazy and videogaming lol fdkjskj (me with acnh and genshin coughs) but my sleep schedule is considerably better? i have to wake up early on weekdays bc of my kid brother sadly smh and i spite him for it pretty sure college students are more stressed

JkeKJF THANKIES!! tbh i kind of just kept my bday private for a smaller group of friends (that includes you btw) + my boyfriend, but yea me being 20 isn't much different from being 18 lol. you rlly don't feel different until you hit 30 coughs anyway i return the headpaps and hugs mweeheheh >:D

istg my bf is just like albedo (but make him emo), cuz like he always struck me as the kind of person who will try to out-compliment you but at the same time is genuine? if that makes sense? EHFfdkskSKJFD but yea he's a sweetheart hehehe yes its real healthy couples do exist and i feel like a unicorn

anywayyyy yea i can name a lot of times where people can't catch onto my body language and i do that as well. like a simple question is fine if someone needs to get somewhere, but if it's someone i don't like i'll make it obvious. in general, if i don't know someone very well, i'll kind of just like veer away from them while giving them a dead stare- (and they still don't get the hint or are insanely blind to social cues)

NO CUZ THATS SO REAL?? if i get into a book, then it's usually because of a fanfic or some other form of media?? kind of like the acotar series i wanted to get into but like hesitant cuz i don't know if it's spicy ;3;

andd headpaps accepted nyehehehe

LMAOOO IT'S OKAY THO, NO WORRIES VIVI!! I woke up so suddenly so idk if i can answer this ask with the right mind 😭😭 sorry if there are soem typos or whatever grammatically wrong things lol

Hdjsjsjs a break will literally activates my lazy mode, and i swear i will get so, so lazy it would probably make you wonder why am i even still ali- *cough* anyway, thank god, your sleeping schedule is much better than mine 🥹👍👍 your lil brother is such a menace but i guess helpful too lmao

And YAAA, NO PROB VIVI :3 last birthday of mine was kinda quiet because only some people remembered lol. Then again, i'm a really quiet person irl, i doubt anybody would remember it- okay, this just turns so sour??? I'm gonna stop talking abt it jdjwkiekwk

I'm part of your smaller group of friends? 🥺👉👈 awwhhhh, you're making me blush- (i'm weak to words like that wth, no guys i do have friends too irl, i'm not a loner 😭) BUT LMAO YEAH, I AGREE WITH 'you rlly don't feel different until you hit 30'. Well, i haven't hit 30 yet, but i guess the only different thing would be that you can say you're old now- /jjj

(LMAO I FELL ASLEEP WHILE ANSWERING THIS.... anyway, back to answering vivi's ask :3)

Imagining emo! bedo and you with the dynamic of emo but cute x cute and cuter is so jdnsjkska 😭 i understand why you would feel like a unicorn even in ur own relationship.... for me, i feel like the side character who just saw the main character fall in love with each other lol

BUT LIKE AAAA SO CUTE, YOU AND HIM ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER?????

*cough* anyway-

People should really be attentive to other ppl ☝️ at least they should know if they're making it uncomfy for other ppl. But err, for me personally, i don't mind people gathering close to me, buuuttt it's possibly because of my friends since all of them are a lot, lot more sociable than me hahhaahaha- honestly, they often told me to talk more with people so i can know the latest gossip and just overall have many friends, but i really can't 😭😭 friendship with me is like the slow build-up but overall genuine one, or at least that's what i think....?

But ngl tumblr has help me a lot to be more expressive in public and just overall making me more sociable than in the past <3 i won't thank the tumblr app itself because the one who made me this way now is literally myself and also a whole bunch of amazing people i had met here, including youu!!! <3 whether you and them help me directly by interacting or just endulging in my silly behavior, ily all ueyehhewh (just gonna tag some ppl here teehe -> @beloved-brynn, @meimeimeirin, @leftdestiny-posts, @fishanonishere, @navxry, @calxlu (you) ♡ ily all, all of u are just so amazing, idk what i even did to meet u all, literally so happy if we ever talk or interact here <3)

OKAY 🤚 THE VIBE IS GETTING A BIT MORE.... UN-SILLY, SO UHHH MOVING ON TO THE NEXT BIT-

Fanfic literally runs half of the fandom, and that fandom could be anything lmao. Well, not really half, but a significant amount! I think memes also run a significant amount of keeping the fandom alive too lol

BUT YEAH, I ENDED UP BUYING PRIDE AND PREJUDICE, RIGHT? AND NOW I'M LIKE... "hm, what in the world is this word? who is talking in this part?? what is even happening-" jkjk, my vocabs is kinda limited since i'm not a native english speaker, but i do understand most of what the book is actually explaining

AND YAAYYY MY HEADPATS ARE ACCEPTED <3

[rosenallies]

Can I give a bimbo au prompt please... of daddy Rosie worshipping Nali's body and being so sweet but also stern 🥵

I love writing body worship <3 I’ve written another prompt rlly similar to this a while ago and I considered switching the roles for this one and having nali body worship Rosie but since that’s not at all what u asked for I did not do that<333 besides every au needs a lot of body worship in my personal opinion <3

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“How’s that? Not too tight?” Rosé asked, sliding a finger underneath the restraints on Denali’s wrist.

Denali tugged slightly on both his wrist and ankle restraints to check himself before giving the green light, even though he knew hell would probably freeze over before Rosé would move on with a scene before checking again and again that the only pain Denali would experience was an enjoyable kind.

“Perfect,” Denali confirmed, relaxing against the bed as Rosé hungrily raked his eyes over his partner’s body, “what are you planning on doing with me daddy? You wanted me all tied up and here I am.”

Rosé chuckled, gently cupping Denali’s face. “Just relax, sweetheart. Let daddy take care of you. All you have to do is behave.”

“Yes, daddy,” Denali replied sweetly, starry eyed as Rosé trailed his index finger down Denali’s arm.

He smiled in spite of himself at the way Denali’s skin spread with gooseflesh. “So responsive. Let’s see if you’re that responsive when I do this,” he said, tweaking Denali’s nipple in between his index finger and thumb, delighting in the tiny squeal that left his lips.

“Thought so,” Rosé snickered, “now how about this?”

Swinging a leg over Denali’s hips, Rosé straddled him, leaning down and nipping a line up Denali’s neck.

“Daddy,” Denali whined, squirming underneath him.

“What did daddy say, baby?” Rosé said, holding Denali’s face in his hand, eyes boring into Denali’s

Denali huffed. “You said to behave and behaving means no squirming.”

“Good job, smart boy. Now are you gonna let daddy worship your pretty body? I’m being so nice making it all about you, are you gonna hold up your end of the bargain?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good boy,” Rosé praised, kissing him gently then whispering lowly into his ear, “so gorgeous for me, baby. My perfect, sweet boy.”

Rosé dragged his tongue along the soft edge of Denali’s jawline, leaving a few budding love bites in his wake before he moved down Denali’s body, doing the same to his neck and moving down to his chest.

Taking a nipple into his mouth, Rosé flicked his tongue gently over the brown bud, eliciting the most delicious moans from Denali.

“Keep making noise, darling, I wanna hear you. Such pretty moans.”

He then slithered down Denali’s torso, placing a string of kisses down his belly, sucking a little heart shaped bruise onto the tanned skin. “My favorite boy,” he whispered against his skin, “you belong to daddy, baby.”

“ ‘M daddy’s boy,” Denali whimpered as Rosé moved, squeezing the soft flesh of his thighs, watching the skin tighten and release.

“That’s right, darling. Daddy’s beautiful boy.”

Butterflies erupted in Denali’s stomach when Rosé began to tenderly kiss up his inner thighs, whispering quiet praises into his skin. He ran his hands up silky smooth legs, loving the way Denali grasped onto the duvet to keep himself from bucking his hips, especially as he grew hard, Rosé’s love going straight to his dick.

“Love you from your head to your feet,” Rosé said, kissing right above Denali’s knee, “love everything about you.”

“Daddy,” Denali whimpered, reaching for him despite his restraints, “kiss, please.”

Chuckling, Rosé crawled back up his body, caressing his cheek. “I’ll take any reason to kiss you,” he said, pressing their lips together.

They kissed fervently, soft suckling sounds the only sound in the room save for their hammering hearts. Rosé pulled apart, smiling at his red cheeked, glossy eyed beauty. “Now there’s one more part of my baby I’d like to worship before we have any fun, but I’m gonna need to take these restraints off to do that.”

Stomach twisting with excitement, Denali watched as Rosé undid his restraints, flipping him over like he weighed nothing as soon as he was done.

Rosé caressed down the curve of Denali’s back, hand landing a harsh spank onto the plump of his ass then grabbing a handful. “This might take a while, baby, I could play with this ass all day.”

Giggling, Denali arched his back, propping himself up to give Rosé better access. “I think I could be down with that.”

[yutamayo]

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Reblogging bc we popping these HC out loud babe let the world hear

OMFFGG Yes I def feel u on the growing out hair when he left home! He probs went to jjkhigh super early like 15 I think his childhood was probs rlly boring and semi-restricted BC he was so used to being polite/demure? Geto was playful but kept the reins on Gojo but I think tbh being with Gojo is the first time he allowed himself to be silly 🥲 it just builds another level of their relationship cus I feel Gojo's extremes made Geto more comfortable with playing around which means he probs didn't do that at home.

ESPECIALLY now that I think ab it even when he kept quiet ab how sick eating curses made him and hid his depression omg hiding ur pain is smthn that one learns super young, especially to that extent. Like that's some internalization shit he kept on putting on a smile when he was going thru the most...

Plus the fact that he went home & killed his parents first lol. Like I don't think they were super shitty or anything given their bodies werent found, I feel if he hated them he'd probs just kersplash n leave the remains where they landed lmfao idk maybe he was being as respectful/polite as his mind & new morals would allow him, given they raised him maybe that was like the most he would thank them? Not even burying them lol just probs tossing em somewhere unfindable like the ocean 😂 somewhere not too far out of his way to the crepe restaurant.

Which means child Geto was probs not all pouty n frowny like Megumi, or wild like Yuji, or salty and bold like Gojo, or physically traumatic like his daughters.

Suguru was probs just composed, and polite, and restricted, and performative. Which is so. Fucking. Sad. That's not a childhood damn he probs got told not to speak too loud or make a mess or smthn 😭 he probs said please and thank you for Everything because that's what he was supposed to do. Even when he was having his mental breakdowns in premature death he kept repeating in his head that he had to follow the rules and do his duty as a jujutsu sorcerer like this guys childhood was probably repressed as hell.

Which might speak even more to why Gojo was so shocked that Suguru hid all the signs of mental illness as Gojo was used to saying what he meant and getting away with it.

Omfg why is my brain thinking this adds another layer to the KFC breakup when Geto asks if he's "the strongest bc he's Gojo or if he's Gojo bc he's the strongest" bc I still don't rlly get the question but I always thought over how those two defined the concept of strong. And maybe being bold & loud & speaking out was something Suguru thought was strength too. Like some kind of spiteful unconscious dig at Gojo for being priveleged enough to go for what he wants. How Geto had to make such an insane move and moral choice and go to the extremes to finally Take What He Wants.

Idk lol it's 3:45am and I'm manic slipping in HC central lol what do u think? Or anyone lmao

Wait a second...

I'm taking in that out of our main faves/important characters the only JJK bitch we've never seen any kind of child visual of is Geto (and Nanami I guess but tbh I don't think he was ever a child fr came out his momma with eyebags and a tie). But like. Genuinely fucking wounded right now realizing I've never ever ever seen Suguru Geto as a kid. What did he look like? Was he tall?? Was he short like Megumi? Did he always have long hair? How often did he wear it down?? What did his smile look like??? Was it wide and care-free???? Did he close his eyes and furrow his brow like he always does when he's really smiling??

Who was he?

Who was he as a child?

[actualbird]

tot ao3 fic recs part 5: character studies or just any fic that made me go, "damn, author knows/interprets this character AMAZINGLY!!!"

previous tot fic recs post can be found at the very bottom of my tot masterlist

these are fave fics ive read that made me further Understand the tot character in question, that opened my eyes or delved deeper into an already visible trait, that well and truly studied tot characters like a bugs under a microscope (affectionate).

all 6 fics here feature no ships and are completed

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it waits for you by quarterweeb

“I hope you liked the city; it’s a favorite of mine.” Artem nodded, and the old woman smiled indulgently. “Did you visit Vienna, too?” - Inspired by Billy Joel's "Vienna."

focus on artem, outsider pov

this fic is the most recent one on this list that i read and oh my god, it made me actually cry. real tears, yo. in the span of 1.5k words, artem wing was gently pried open and told the exact kindness he NEEDS to hear and also will have the MOST trouble believing. the prose here is so like, beautifully simple, just an everyday conversation that can happen to any of us. but then there are lines of dialog that happen that artem is never gonna forget.

and also im never gonna forget a very specific line here. it's been etched into my BRAIN. i wont spoil it tho, GO READ THIS! ESP IF UR AN ARTEM ENJOYER!!!

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artblock by quarterweeb

There’s the sound of some slapping, and then a switch flicks on. Cody blinks against the light, although it’s still kinda dim. The whole hallway looks...gross. It looks gross! The walls and the floors are just gray-brown concrete with little posters and stuff hung up to make it look less like a jail. In front of him is a guy with normal clothes on and dog tags. “You look like an asshole,” Cody says, because it's true and his parents aren’t around. - Cody Teller is locked in the depths of the Stellis Art Gallery, when some random guy comes out of nowhere to help him out.

focus on marius, outsider pov

yo, i think quarterweeb is a master of outsider pov by this point. this is another one of her fics and it's SO DELIGHTFUL!! LITTLE KID POV and thru this pov the fic takes us thru this like, rlly sincere snapshot of who marius is when hes connected over something he loves: art. thru just the interaction in here, a very clear understanding of marius shines thru even if the fic isnt going too "deep" so to speak.

all in all, this is funny and very earnest read!!

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Two Degrees (of Separation) by samandspam

“... After all, I have two doctorate degrees, whereas Artem has only one.” Sure, he only had a doctorate in law, but he had managed to pass an exam that had a one percent pass rate with flying colors. He may have the patience and goodwill of a saint, but Neil and Celestine had honed on his subtle pettiness. But such was the saying: you should always lookout for the quiet ones. or alternatively: Artem is a petty guy who does not take lightly to being called out without reason.

focus on artem, comedy

who says character studies have to be "serious" all the time? not sam cuz this fic is a frigging HOOT. showcases an artem wing that, under what many think is a wooden sign that says No Fun Allowed, is a person who actually is Very Fun Allowed (Because Of Spite). sam is super great at taking what you "expect" a character to do and then turning that on its head in a way that still completely fits, and that specialty is v much highlighted here!

v much recommend if you want something lighthearted!!

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Penne for your thoughts? by samandspam

"If you really want to make a friend, go to someone’s house and eat with him... The people who give you their food give you their heart." — Cesar Chavez or alternatively: artem makes food for the nxx. a series of three (maybe four) drabbles where artem makes food for marius, vyn, and luke.

focus on all nxx boys, comedy, found family

i like to call this fic "i cant believe pasta counts as therapy!" kJBKJKFGS but rlly, this fic is the 2nd in a series where artem is rlly fucking good at making pasta and each chapter delves into each nxx boys' insecurities or feelings. and then those feelings r met with warmth and comfort and pasta. each chapter shows a rlly wonderful understanding of who the boys are thru what they fear and how to address those fears.

in this fic, you'll get a laugh and also maybe a cry if ur a repressed bastard like me who really kins luke, HAHA. deffo give this a read if u want to feel an ache in ur heart but then like, a hug after that.

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Despite All Odds, It Seems I've Met My Match by sure_galena

Now that she’s facing him — and at a closer distance — Artem notices there’s something familiar about her eyes. He’s used to seeing them each time he looks in the mirror. “Who—” Artem clears his throat, trying to shove away the pinpricks of fear, the snake’s fangs beginning to poke at him. “Who are you?” The woman stops about a meter away from him, keeping a cautious distance between them. “Artemis Wing, senior attorney at Justitia Law Firm. And I’m inclined to ask you the same question.” * Or: after an NXX mission causes Artem to get transported into a parallel universe, he meets the genderbent counterparts of the NXX Investigation Team.

focus on artem, found family

man mAAANNNNN!!! this fic is such a huge fave of mine!!! the artem wing we know and love ends up in a universe where things r the same but Not Really. that in itself had me hooked but then galena goes the extra mile by using this fantastic premise as a way to make artem realize and confront his flaws and fears. that + some rlly cool plot + SO MUCH FOUND FAMILY FEEEELLLSSSSS //SOBS. artem's pov here is exquisite, it's got this solid/strict vibe in how he handles himself but also this like, looping and almost endless questioning of his faults as a person, IT'S SO GREAT TO READ!!!

artem enjoyers, check this fic out!!

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In the end, all I hope for is to be a bit of warmth for you by sure_galena

When Vyn is away on a business trip and needs help with his plants, Luke (and the rest of the NXX crew) end up signing up for more than they thought they would

focus on luke, action, found family

nothing brings a team together than fighting a giant evil plant that vyn supposedly ordered!!! vyn, what the HELL?? but srsly, this fic is wonderful and i love it to bits. galena back at it again with a wonderfully absurd premise and then uses that premise to dissect character and this fic's victim is Luke Pearce. take it from me, self diagnosed luke pearce enthusiast, that this fic is incredible. be it through little quirks luke does with his phone contacts or how he strategizes a battle plan or the thoughts only us readers are privy to in his internal monolog, this fic delivers a LOVELY interpretation of who luke is. all the while telling a very entertaining and well paced story.

im pspspsppspss-ing luke enjoyers, come here, read this fic, it's great!!

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[masterwords]

Mortch anon is back! Could you write a drabble where Morgan and Hotch have crushes on each other and Hotch accidently slips that he loves him and they both are rlly quiet until Morgan says he loves him too.

Oh, Mortch anon, anything for you! <3 A soft little blurb that takes place at the end of the Roadkill (4x23) episode.

~1300 words

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“Hotch, you're coming to dinner right?” JJ called, standing in the open door to the police station. He glanced up from the box he was stuffing with files and regarded the question seriously. He wasn't hungry, didn't feel like doing anything but lying down after the day he'd had but there was something about the way she looked at him, so optimistic and expectant and he couldn't help nodding.

“Yeah, I'll be there,” he replied in spite of himself. Morgan sauntered by JJ and walked out the door behind her, chatting quietly and Hotch went back to what he was doing. He shoved the lid on the box with one arm, using only minimal pressure with the other to settle it on tight. His shoulder ached, every movement pulling at his strained muscles. He looked up at the sound of footsteps behind him, felt a hand on his sore shoulder. Holding his breath, he closed his eyes, felt his heart flutter in his chest.

“Morgan?” Hotch asked, not bothering to turn around. He breathed deep, settled his heart back into rhythm, smiled to himself. “I thought you'd gone with the rest of the team.”

“And leave you here? No way, man. Come on, I'll give you a lift back.”

“I can drive,” Hotch protested, grabbing the box, screwing up his face at the strain on his shoulder and ribs. A hot shower was all he wanted in the world. Morgan shook his head adamantly.

“You wrecked your SUV, you're sure as hell not driving mine. I don't want that paperwork.”

Hotch rolled his eyes and lugged the banker box out the door, throwing them into the back of the SUV while Morgan chatted with Detective Quinn just outside of the doorway. They watched Hotch move and Morgan wondered at the way Hotch never let on how much pain he was really in. If it were him, he'd be having someone else haul the boxes, hell he'd already be back at the hotel, there was no reason anyone else couldn't handle that task but there was Hotch, always the last to finish the job. He used to find it irritating, now it was almost endearing in a charming but stupid sort of way. He wondered if Hotch had ever had an instinct for self-preservation in his life. Quinn put words to Morgan's thoughts, called Hotch one crazy sonofabitch, while in the same breath touting his bravery.

“I'd rather not need you again, but I'd ask your team back in a heartbeat,” Quinn muttered, striking his hand forward to shake Morgan's. Quinn watched the way Morgan was looking at Hotch, the look in his eye and shook his head, he remembered those days of workplace crushes well. It was a younger man's game, though, and these days all he wanted was a glass of whiskey and his television. “Good to meet you guys,” he said. “Enjoy dinner, have a safe flight home...I'm going to bed.”

The drive back was a half hour and Hotch did his best to relax into the passenger seat, letting his eyes drift shut as he watched the forest slip by the window in a blur of green and gold. He rubbed at his shoulder mindlessly, lost somewhere just outside a concussed nap. Morgan was talking about the case, he liked to get it off of his chest first thing, discuss what he thought they did well and what they could have improved, and Hotch listened to the debrief as intently as he was able but his mind kept wandering back to the pull of his muscles when the car went over a bump, the way his head felt too heavy on his shoulders. Morgan got to the point where he was no longer discussing the case but rather seeing Hotch's wrecked SUV on the side of the road and Hotch raised his hand, he didn't think he could bear to hear how Morgan felt about it – he wasn't in the head space for that, for being told he'd done something stupid and reckless, he knew.

“You did get checked out though, right?” Morgan asked, veering off of the original topic at Hotch's bequest. Hotch glared at him.

“I did,” he said, and elaborated no further. He'd let them give him a once over, but neglected to take the ride to the ER, figured he'd be better off just seeing his own doctor at home if he needed to. A few extra days wasn't going to kill him. Morgan moved on, back to the case, to Gill Bonner and JJ's conversation and finally Hotch was at his limit.

“Morgan,” Hotch grumbled. His eyes were closed against the pain that was increasing by the moment as his body relaxed and the adrenaline wore off. “I love you but please...shut up.”

Silence fell. It was awkward and thick silence, the kind that fills in all of the empty spaces and suffocates you slowly. Morgan stared straight ahead, eyes wide and on the road, taking every switchback turn with precision. He had been blindsided by Hotch's statement, trying to read between the lines, whether it was sarcastic or a slip or nothing at all. Hotch, to his credit, just pursed his lips and opened his eyes to stare out the window, take in the beauty of Oregon and wallow in his own misfortune. That anyone should be as stupid as he was...he couldn't believe it sometimes.

“I love you too,” Morgan announced, just threw it out there to see if it would stick. It couldn't get more awkward anyway. “Just...so you know. I guess.” The silence became deafening. Hotch stared hard out the window, scarcely breathing now.

Morgan pulled the car into the parking lot at the restaurant and both men got silently out and seated themselves nowhere near one another at the table. Dinner was raucous, par for the course after a case that ended with a rush of adrenaline and at least one victim saved. They had to take their wins where they could. Everyone decided they were going to head into the bar before going back to the hotel down the street for the night, but Hotch was done. He'd eaten to his fill and was ready to fall into bed.

“You're not coming?” Morgan asked, standing beside Hotch as he slowly pulled his jacket back on. Morgan reached up and helped, could see the way Hotch's stiff muscles protested every movement. Hotch shook his head.

“I'm ready to call it a night,” he muttered, forcing a smile. Morgan nodded, a little crestfallen. He wasn't sure what he'd been hoping for, but this was definitely not it. He started to turn around, to follow the team through the saloon doors into the bar when Hotch called out to him. “My back hurts...I could use a ride to the hotel. Or you could just give me your keys...”

“Not a chance,” Morgan replied, sauntering over to Hotch with a sly grin, more than a little confused by the turn of events but willing to see how this played out. He followed Hotch out to the SUV and drove in silence the three blocks between the restaurant and the hotel, not sure what Hotch's game was here. Sore or not there was no way he couldn't have just walked, and if this was his way of flirting, it left a lot to be desired. Still, Morgan found the awkwardness charming. He waited, watched as Hotch slowly eased himself out of the vehicle and walked around to Morgan's window.

“Quinn told me there's a spaghetti western marathon on tonight. I've got a six pack if you're interested?” he asked, and Morgan thrust the car into park and cut the ignition quickly, grinning. Sometimes saying stupid things paid off. The idea that he thought this was a payoff was absurd, he knew, and if he ever told Garcia about it she would laugh in his face but the heart wants what it wants.

“Are you asking me up to your room, Agent Hotchner?”

“I suppose I am,” was Hotch's response, and Morgan followed intently. He had no idea what the hell a spaghetti western was or what kind of beer Hotch drank, but as evenings went, he knew he could do a lot worse.

[afrival]

yoyo do you have any ameripan headcanons? currently thinking about them too much - 🐦

HI AGAIN 🐦, yes I ABSOLUTELY have some Ameripan is one of my favorite ships please I love them sm

no warnings

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- Okay I am a firm believer in nerd/weeb Kiku

- He is absolutely a gamer please, and so is Alfred so it’s like PERFECT

- They love playing duo games together but at the same time will kick each other’s ass in Mario Kart

- As I said. Weeb Kiku. He and Alfred are def big anime enthusiasts (they’re favorite is attack on titan and I am projecting but I refuse to change it)

- So I mentioned in my RusAme hcs that Alfred is a big superhero movie fan (esp marvel), and I think Kiku would be too so they bond over that A LOT

- Essentially these mfs are the biggest geek couple like. My god

- And they’re both very smart so they will overnalayze any movie, anime, show, or game they consume together and it’s just so fun

- They’re dates are usually staying at home and ya know being dweebs, Kiku doesn’t like to go out in public that much

- Especially in really busy cities LMAO like American cities scare him lowkey

- He holds Alfreds hand whenever they’re in public bc it’s comforting but that is the absolute farthest he will go with initiating pda

- Kiku is a very firm believer in keeping relationships private so that’s like his main thing, but in private he gets rlly touchy LMAO

- Alfred likes visiting Kiku’s house whenever he needs to be somewhere quiet and peaceful

- They cook each other meals a lot but Kiku more so than Al, bc 1: Al loves Japanese food and 2: Kiku prefers his culture’s meals over Al’s PFFT

- Alfred is trying his best to learn Japanese and he knows a little bit but it’s nowhere near perfect

- Kiku is the only person Alfred will sit down and drink tea with bc he just likes spiting Arthur 😙

- Neither of them get jealous that easily, and they don’t feel the need to be protective bc they know the other can handle themselves in an uncomfortable situation

- Alfred is energetic as hell and always seems to be excited and that rubbed off on Kiku a little bit, like he just loosens up the more he’s around the mf and it’s so sweet LMAO

- Like Al in general just brings out the more “childish” side of Kiku, for example he gets VERY competitive during games and suddenly starts cursing just as much as Al does on a regular basis

- Alfred really likes spoiling Kiku on days like his bday, Valentine’s Day, Christmas, etc. Also any important cultural days in Japan he will gladly take part in

- Oh my god I just thought of smth— they listen to anime openings in the car. And they will sing along. Like they get TURNT during Crossing Field and Unravel

- Alfred is usually big spoon and Kiku little spoon however sometimes the dumbass just wants to be held and the other dumbass wants to hold so 🤷

- Obviously I’m a slut for ships where they’re best friends who are also dating, and that’s them in a nutshell. Like they do bestie shit but they got the bonuses of kissing and cuddles and whatever 😤❤️ they are so cute bye

I am absolutely thriving with these Hetalia requests keep em coming guys bc I have immense brainrot 😩

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these r pretty common here but i love transmasc mike and vyvyan (i think mike would be more like stealth binary trans), transfemme genderfluid rick (tho transmasc rick is also fun), neil being like. plantgender/otherkin nonbinary and the secret fifth roommate being a complete agender enigma with no discernible agab are fun.

i tend to enjoy depictions that r more period + character/voice accurate though so i don't think they would use that exact terminology for it. but basically none of these bozos r cis

i love the idea of Vyv doing diyhrt and possibly his own top surgery (and maybe bottom surgery but he'd probably put like. dynamite in his penis or some shit so maybe he shouldn't be trusted w that kind of power lmao)

i feel like these r all pretty typical stuff other ppl have already said tho, so there's more original (and unhinged) stuff under the read more im so sorry lmao

uhmmmm ok more original stuff uhh i think rick has a brat taming kink/thing where he acts super annoying bc he subconsciously wants to get smacked around bc of some psychological shit about being a pampered upper middle class only child who nobody likes lol. maybe its actually a deep seated self loathing. he thought once he got to university ppl would like him and he'd become super popular, but it turns out he really is just annoying. its not that his peers from childhood were ignorant to his super deep intellectual ideas or whatever lol. i dunno im not a psychologist.

also i think he is both intimidated by and attracted to vyv (not projecting At All)

vyvyan grew up poor without a father figure (that we know of) and with a spiteful alcoholic mother so seeing rick take his parents + other privileges for granted makes him want to kick his ass. i love the idea that vyv and mike r childhood friends also, and mike sort of Was like a father in some ways despite being (presumably?) the same age as vyv. it explains why he’s the only flatmate vyv doesn’t physically hurt and makes it kinda cute when he calls him michael. 2 me

also i think vyv and rick have autism but their specific brands of autism clash with each other (one needs quiet, the other needs constant noise,, that sort of thing) and it drives them both crazy

and i think all 4 of them have some form of ADHD or other disorder that effects executive function bc that's the only way i can see them letting the house get that dirty 💀💀💀

also i think vyv absolutely gets off on humiliating rick but i don’t think he even realizes he’s getting off on it if u know what i mean (he'd never admit it to himself, bc that's 'girly' and gay!!!). like with the virgin sign (and presumably making him wear a t-shirt later too), its meant as typical vyv torment but also um. that whole incident was just gay sex. what do you mean you two shook the bed so hard it fell thru the ceiling um hello???

also i think all four flatmates of some flavor of gay/bi but have comphet/pretend to like girls way more than they rlly do. their masculinity (and by extension heterosexuality) is a performance. especially mike’s. tho tbf everything about mike is a performance. the cool person persona is fake as hell. obvs some of it is related to the implication that he’s somewhat involved in shady dealings (where tf did he get that gun, why was he the one to suggest robbing the bank, he literally tried to sell a nuke, paying off the dean of the college etc). And you know what? I'm starting to suspect Michael “Mike” The Cool Person isn't even his real name.

(also i think the fakeness of his cool guy persona is super interesting from a trans perspective)

neil is treated as the overworked unappreciated housewife/mother, while mikes the father everyone seeks the approval of, with vyv being the violent brother and rick being the socially conscious sister whose pigtails he tugs on (the bart and lisa of the flat lol) they’re basically the Nuclear Family in the form of 4 university students which i guess isn’t even headcanons anymore im just stating the actual intent of the show but im in too deep now and the gender politics of the young ones is interesting 2 me. despite featuring very few women characters i think lise mayer gave the scripts some Sauce.

neil consistently is forced into the traditional/stereotypical role of a woman in a lot of ways (including vyv oggling him in ricks dress) and as a result of this treatment (as well as probably an actual case of major depressive disorder imo) he repeatedly attempts suicide and/or threatens to do so as a cry for help. some of his attempts are so poorly executed it rlly does seem more like an ignored cry for help.

he's passive aggressive as hell, believes ridiculous stuff causes cancer and absolutely would fall for a pyramid scheme. just like a real mum! (feels so weird to type mum when you're american 😭 i feel like those ppl in 2012 who were like weebs for britain. teaboos💀)

neil to me is that one thing moms/mums sometimes do where they r all "omg I'm the only person who does anything in this house" while doing dishes and when u ask if they want help they say no but r like. sighing and sad about it. like perhaps they would like help but don't want to admit it or realize they could have asked this whole time but didn't and now feel embarrassed or ashamed by not realizing this sooner (not that the other guys would ever willingly help with cleaning). honestly i think neil likes wallowing in misery a little. idk

the line where he says he might as well be their mums and they reply that they at least *like* their mums, i don't buy that shit. Vyv has a strained relationship w his at best and you cannot convince me rick doesn't yell at his mum constantly. and mike for all we know could've been created in a government lab for all we know about his family+upbringing. i think they likely all love their mothers but i don't think they 'like' or respect them, and for this, neil really is the mum of the group no matter what the other 3 say >:3

there's probably more gender role stuff a way smarter and more qualified person could go into but that's all i have on that lol

ok back to regularly scheduled horny rivyan psychoanalysis

i think vyvyan's desire to become a doctor is partially rooted in his enjoyment of torturing small rodents (ie. SPG), and to him people are like. Big Rodents. and part of why he targets rick so often is because he reminds him of one (he is my precious rat boy). I've said this before somewhere but rick is like a prey animal to me.

uhmmm also i think if vyv came out as trans to rick he'd be super ignorant but outwardly go “oh yea transsexuality is so anarchic, right on! I dabble in a bit of transvesticism myself…” but he just really really really wants 2 know whats in vyvs pants 😭

and just wait until he does some reading and finds out about tdick and bottom surgery options. he'd probably keep avoiding eye contact but doing his gay little coquette shimmy every time they r in the same room and try to """subtly""" bring it up to him when he thinks mike and neil aren't listening lol

like “gulps is that your p-p-p-p-pussy vyvyan….” behavior.

i think some of vyv's aggression towards rick is just like. why dont i have a penis right now. i need 2 jackhammer this obnoxious twink somehow (oh no i'm projecting onto vyvyan i need to stop before this gets out of hand)

uh ok ok this isn't a headcanon but I'm obsessed with that one scene in Flood where they r all holding down neil to kill and eat him and he asks for a last cigarette and mike gets one for himself and rick instinctively lights it for him. Also in Cash when Mike and Vyv use Rick as a sofa um anyways um uhhh vyv phalloplasty/penis star tattoos/piercings goodnight everypony

what’re your favourite the young ones headcanons ? i need moreeeee

[narutowtfareyoudoing]

Hello! Hope your doing okay! If it is't too much to ask could you maybe write a Rock lee x reader? Since they made him single and he's a single dad maybe a scenario where reader comes to help him take care of his newborn and eventually they catch feelings for eachother and it's rlly fluffy

Since these are so similar I’ve put them together. As an aside I’m not a mother but I’ve babysat most of my life so this is just based on my personal experience.  Also I love Lee with like every fiber of my being, I adore my sweet green bean. Have some slow burn fluff. 

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   You never guessed babysitting your summers away as a teen would come in as handy as it currently was, everyone you knew was practically at your door step asking for advice on their new bouncing bundles of joy not that you minded, it was nice to see your friends and get to meet their babies but one friend you hadn't seen was Lee, actually the more you thought about it you hadn't seen him since his son was born, you hadn't even heard anyone talk about a play date or anything...and the more you thought about it the odder it got. Lee wasn't a homebody and it was hard to picture him not training even with a new baby but maybe he was taking it easy? Either way you decided you should go check on him.     So the next morning you headed out to Lee's and as you got closer you could hear crying, oof morning crying could be the worst. You knocked on the door and when it opened you barely recognized poor Lee. You'd never seen him so disheveled in the entire time you'd known him, heavy rings lined his big eyes, his smooth hair ratted into different directions, his green jumpsuit stained in what you recognized well as the telltale signs of a newborn. "Y/N? Hey!" He said and even his voice sounded haggard.     But his small smile as he greeted you melted your heart. "Hey, Lee I just wanted to stop by and say hi, see how you're doing." You said softly.    Little did you know it felt like Lee hadn't heard anything soft in what felt like an eternity and it was something he relished in for a moment. "Great, good, I am loving fatherhood!" He tried.     And it's not that it wasn't true, he loved his son with every fiber of his being it's just that every fiber of his being was also incredibly tired and you could see that plain as day. "I bet." You said smiling at him and he smiled back but silence hung in the air, unintentional on his behalf he was just too tired to properly think of what to say, he didn't even realize there was a silence sitting between the two of you as he leaned against the door frame. "Can I come in?" You finally asked.     "Oh, uh of course!" He said nodding and moving to the side.    And sat smack dab in the middle of a messy living room was Metal Lee, you'd never get over how much he insanely looked like Lee. "Look at all that hair, just like his daddy huh?" You cooed.     In the moment of silence Lee couldn't help but to beam at the compliment of both him and his son but it fell a little as he felt himself flinch at what felt like the deafening cries that came from his child. He went over and picked up him and tried rocking him to help soothe him but it always only seemed to make it worse.     Oh Gods.    You knew he was trying, you knew he was trying so hard but never in your life had you seen someone bounce a baby like that, he was actually giving him a small bounce like Metal was leaving the hand holding his bottom each time he bounced him. "Lee." You said trying to keep your voice calm as you went over in front of him. The last thing you wanted to do was shame Lee, he had no prior experience with babies and no parents to go too and you didn't wanna imagine the advise Guy could give. "Here, try like this."     You put your hands over his to stop the bouncing and gently guided him into a nice, slow, calm rhythm and while the crying didn't fully stop it went down to more of a quiet whine which was a God send to Lee, he'd been trying to figure this out for weeks and you just walked in and solved what he couldn't and all that left his tired mouth was a. "Wow."   A small giggle made it's way out of you at the deadpanned praise. "Just nice and easy, takes a little practice but you'll get it." You comforted.   You moved your hands from his to rub Metal's back and try to soothe him a little bit more and it once again took a moment but slowly his whines quieted into nonsense baby gurgles. "That's incredible, Y/N! You truly know the power of youth!" He insisted.   You laughed "I guess babysitting does that."   "Will you teach me this new way of youth?" He asked.   And even as tired as he was you could still hear the excitement that bubbled underneath even dead tired Lee was adorably infectious. "Sure Lee, lets start nice and simple has he had his bottle?" You asked.   He sighed a little. "I made it and followed the instructions on the back and everything but it's always a battle of wills to get him to take this bottle. I fear his youth may out rank my own." He sighed.   "Well, he is a baby that is very youthful." You laughed. "But with the both of us I bet we can figure this out. I'm still pretty youthful and I don't know if there's anyone in all the Shinobi Nations who's more youthful than you Lee."   There was the cheesy smile you knew and loved, you swear no matter the circumstances it's always infectious. If only you knew he thought the same thing about you. "You're right! Together we can do this!" He said with as much enthusiasm as his body would allow him to muster.   But again it just seemed like his mind and body weren't quite listening to one another as he stood there still smiling at you. "The bottle Lee?" You asked.   "Right!"   You laughed as you followed him to the kitchen and he grabbed a green baby bottle, of course it was green. Cute. What wasn't very cute was Metal absolutely refusing his bottle, turning his head to get away from it to spite Lee clearly trying his hardest. "Here let me see." You said.   He handed you the bottle and gently bounced Metal like you'd shown him to calm down his hissy fit. The first thing you did was check the temperature and it felt fine so that wasn't the problem so you just hoped one of the tricks you knew would work for Metal. You ran the nipple of the bottle underneath hot water. "Was it dirty?" Lee asked worriedly.   He didn't see any dust or dirt but maybe he was just so tired he somehow missed it and was shoving dirt into his son's mouth? Oh, Gods no wonder Metal was so mad and fu-- "No it wasn't dirty just sometimes baby's like a warm nipple." You explained    The way Lee's cheeks flushed made you laugh a little as you went over and tried giving Metal the bottle and with some persistence he took it. "Wow, Y/N." He gawked.   "Who doesn't like a warm nipple right?" You teased and his entire face went red making you laugh, he stuttered to find an answer to your question. "Just kidding Lee." You giggled.   He ohed and let out a small laugh too as he nodded. "Where did you learn this? Is this knowledge all women have?" He asked.   You know he didn't mean it offensively and again you wouldn't be shocked in Guy had said something along those lines. "Practice, I used to babysit when I was younger. You learn as you go." You explained.   "I don't know, it doesn't feel like I'm learning or practicing anything." He sighed.   For all of Lee's incredible resolve you knew how down on himself he could get if he didn't pick up on something, you reached over and rubbed his arm and offered him a soft smile. "I don't know about that, Metal looks like a healthy chunky baby." You pointed out. "And hey sometimes we all just need some help and now you've got me." He smiled a little but you could still see the self doubt in those big round eyes. "Unless you don't think I'll be a good teacher? Is that what you're trying to say Lee?" You prodded.   "No! No! I would never say that Y/N! You're already teaching me!" He insisted.   Worked like a charm, gone was any self doubt like it had been a piece of paper in the wind blown away by Lee's own need to cheer someone else on. "Okay, good that's what I like to hear." You smiled. "So you keep feeding him I'll go get you a burping towel, where do you keep them?"   "Burping towel?"   "Oh, Lee...have you just been burping him on your clothes?"   "I didn't think of a towel..."   "That's alright you know now, so what's a towel you don't care about?"   "I think I care about all of them." You gave him a pointed face and waited. "Grey one." He quickly settled on.   "Bathroom right?" You asked already walking down the hall.   "Yes! Sorry about the mess!"   You opened the bathroom door and in was just as messy in here as it was out there, green bath toys felt like they were practically throwing themselves under your feet as you tried to find a grey towel and while you tried for minutes on end the only other towel you found that wasn't green was a yellow one...was Lee colour blind? You know what, that's an entirely different problem for another time. You went back and it seemed like just in time as Metal was finishing his bottle and you just took a second to soak up the adorable scene in front of you, it was clear how much Lee loved his son even with tired eyes they were filled to the brim with pride and admiration. "Found it." You said quietly not wanting to ruin the moment.   He looked up at you and you could've melted, he looked so happy. You couldn't imagine how hard he must've been trying all by himself and having it finally work out must've been so incredible. "A burping towel is a brilliant idea Y/N, did you come up with it?" He asked.   You didn't have the heart to tell him that it was something that almost everyone with a baby had so you settled on a. "Sure." With a small laugh.   You went over and put the towel over his shoulder and watched how he held Metal up to his shoulder and so far so good, he looked at you to make sure he was doing the right thing and you gave him a nod and a thumbs up and he couldn't have asked for a more reassuring gesture. But there was that over zealous bouncing motion again that you had to stop yourself from cringing at again as you put your hands immediately over his to stop the much too large bounces. "Nice and easy, rule of thumb is nice and easy." You let him know softly.   He nodded and tried to take your advice to heart and not let not knowing something so simple get to him but that was hard, he just so badly wanted to be a good dad and he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of you. This all seemed so simple to you. "Nice and easy." He repeated to himself nodding.   Guiding his hands through gentle pats it didn't take too long to burp Metal. "Good job Metal." You cooed. "And good job Lee." You teased in the same voice.   And maybe it was just meant to be a joke but the praise right now made him melt and made him feel warm inside, especially warm on his back--actually just one spot on his back--oh, that feeling was familiar, that was just spit-up on his back. "I'll be back I just need to change...again." He sighed.   He looked around for a place to set down Metal but the high chair was dirty, the floor was covered in toys and also dirty and it all started to feel overwhelming until. "Here, I got him." You offered putting your arms out.   It made perfect sense and Lee knew you weren't a threat, you were probably less of a threat to his son than he was but he found himself a little apprehensive. No one had held Metal but him and it formed a lump in his throat for a moment as he looked from his son to you, he took a deep breath and with shakier hands than he wanted handed Metal over to you. And the world kept spinning, nothing bad happened and the breath he took in he let out in relief. "Thank you Y/N I'll be right back."   You nodded keeping your eyes on Metal. What a trip this was, it was like looking back in time to back when you'd first met Lee at the Academy. It was crazy to think that was over a decade ago. "You wouldn't believe how long I've known your daddy." You cooed to Metal hoping some talking could coax a smile out of him, his big eyes staring at you told you that you definitely had his attention. "I knew your daddy back when he had a ponytail, hair longer than mine, can you believe that?" You asked mussing with his hair and a small happy gurgle made it's way out of him. "If you told me all the way back then that I'd be here holding you I don't know if I'd believe it." You admitted with a small laugh. "I mean it's incredible, all my friends having babies, people I've known since they were practically babies." You said as it once again really hit you. "Don't tell anyone but I think you've gotta be the cutest out of all of them." You punctuated with a soft tap to the nose and you were rewarded with a tini tiny giggle. "But how could you not be when you look exactly like your daddy?"    Lee hadn't meant to eavesdrop, he just wanted to soak up the moment of watching you with Metal and got nostalgic listening to you talk about when you two had first met, getting even more mushy over the praise of how cute you thought his son was but hearing that you thought he was cute? His entire face must've burned a bright pink but he didn't know what to say about it, was he supposed to say something about it? Should he say something about it? Would you get mad at him for eavesdropping? Would you ha-- "Must feel better to be in clean clothes."    He nearly jumped out of his skin making you laugh a little and arch your brow at him. "Yes, thank you for holding him." He said nodding clearing his throat a little.    "Look at that milk drunk face, that's gotta be my favourite thing about feeding babies." You pointed out.    He looked at Metal and nodded chuckling a little. "Is that what that face is called?" He asked.    "I think he's even got the same drunk face as you." You giggled.    "I don't look like that."    "You do when you drink, me and Tenten had to carry you home pretty much like this on Kiba's birthday, remember?" You teased.    He paused and he really did try to remember. "It's blurry." He admitted.    There was some kind of memory of leaning on you but it wasn't clear. "It's alright I don't even think Kiba remembers that birthday."    "I'm glad I got to spend that birthday with you...I'm glad I got to spend almost every birthday with you." He said looking over at you, fidgeting with his waistband.    "Awe, Lee you know I love spending time with you, birthdays or---"    The moment was interrupted by every babies specialty: Pooping.    "At least you don't do that when you're drunk." You laughed cringing a little. "Do you know how to change his diaper or do you need some help with that?" You offered    "I've got it." He said shaking his head as he took Metal back and held him at arms length.    You laughed a little as he left the room, a warm feeling bubbling in your chest. Lee's compliments weren't always the best worded but they were the best because they were genuine and you knew he really meant them. That was Lee, he was genuine, he always had been it was one of the many things you liked about him sometimes he's misguided but he always means well. The proof was in everything he did and that included all the green toys laying around, you didn't even know they made this many toys in green, there were even tiny green plastic Ninja Stars those had to be from Tenten. You couldn't help but to pick them up and look them over they were just so darn cute as Lee came back into the room you couldn't resist the urge and threw one of them at him and you pegged his poor head and couldn't help but to laugh at this surprised expression even Metal found it funny because he burst into tiny giggles as well. "Prepare yourself." He chuckled.    He went to strike a pose with his arms up and nearly dropped Metal in the process he luckily caught him and for a moment you both held your breath waiting to see if Metal would screech at the sudden movement but besides some gurgling he seemed fine. "I'll prepare myself later, yeah?" You pitched.    "Yes." He agreed nodding.    "How's he looking? Usually after some food and a changing babies are ready for a nap." You asked.    By the looks of Metal he was ready for a little nap so Lee started rocking him like you'd shown him and walking around as he did. "Lee, you should sit and get comfy that way you don't have to keep on your feet." You said gesturing over to the couch.    "I thought you were supposed to walk." He said confused.    "Only if they're fussing, if they're not fussing you can usually sit and get comfy. Get some well deserved relaxation." You said going over to the couch and sitting, hoping it would entice him to also sit.   "But there's so much work to be done." To spite his argument he did follow your lead and sit down beside you.    "That's parenthood, always something to be done. No reason to do it dead on your feet." You soothed.    "Always?" He asked exasperated.    You laughed a little but gave him a sympathetic look as you nodded and he sighed leaning into the couch a little more. "I apologize for the state of everything Y/N, I know it's a mess." He sighed looking around.   "Lee it's fine, don't be sorry." You said reaching over and rubbing his arm. "Plus if it makes you feel better it's way cleaner in here than it is at Shikamaru's." You giggled.   "Really?"   "Oh yeah, I don't think I even saw the floor. Temari is away visiting her family but she's gonna kill him when she gets back." You laughed and he did too. "Though Shikadai does fall asleep just as fast as his father." You said looking at Metal.   He seemed so close to sleep but every time his eyes would close for a moment they would open back up, his little head swaying from side to side whenever he moved it back from Lee's chest. "He's got a fighting youthful spirit." Lee sighed.   He was proud of the youth but he was just so tired. "Just like his daddy." You agreed nodding.     He smiled at you and it was just such a sweet dopey smile, his expression pretty much matched that of his son's, just so exhausted but for whatever reason fighting to stay conscious. You looked from him back at Metal and hoped maybe some humming would help, singing you found out could be much too loud and just wake up a baby further but humming was usually a safe bet. It worked like a charm on the both of them, within a few minutes they were both out which you were happy for because they both clearly needed it.    Very carefully you got up but a squeak caused you to freeze, you cringed as you looked over at them and thank the Gods it looked like Metal slept like his father which meant like the dead. Which was perfect for your plan, you really just wanted to give Lee a break and help him out so you started gathering toys and cleaning. You might not have children but you knew from babysitting it was a whole lot harder to do anything in a messy house, it could feel suffocating and like nothing you did was good enough and that was clearly happening to poor Lee. And really it wasn't dirty, nothing really needed scrubbing it just needed putting back, some clothes needed to be put in the wash, some dishes needed to be done and baby free it didn't take much longer than an hour or two. As you were finishing putting the last of Metal's green toys away you heard him starting to fuss and you didn't want Lee to have to wake up you're positive he needed sleep because if you knew him it'd probably been days since he got any so you went over and aided by Lee's deep sleep you were able to take Metal from his arms and start to bounce him in your own. "Hey little man, what's going on?" You whispered softly, he didn't smell and nothing felt wet so it wasn't a diaper and he'd eaten not too long ago so you just continued to bounce him and hum as you tried to figure out what was bothering him. Soon enough though his whining quieted down. "Oh did you just want some attention?" You giggled.    The lack of weight in his arms and your voice started to wake Lee or at least he thought he was waking up but maybe he was dreaming. Watching you sway with Metal in your arms through his hazy eyes looked like a dream, hearing your humming no matter how off-key had to be the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. This had to be a dream. Your eyes caught his and your smile did nothing but confirm his suspicions that this was a dream. "Hey sleepy head how're you feeling?" You asked had your voice always been this nice? It must've been. "You with me Lee?" You giggled coming closer to him, he nodded. "You sure?" You prodded.    From your point of view he didn't look conscious and you've seen Lee sleepwalk before so you wanted to check to make sure that this adorable sleepy green lump of a man was actually awake and you got your verbal answer but it wasn't what you expected. "You're so beautiful."    The way your face lit up was the first hint to him that maybe he wasn't dreaming and it became incredibly clear he wasn't when Metal let out a small cry from being ignored and now Lee's face matched yours in colour as he stuttered, his mind desperately grappling with what to say, how to apologize, the fact his son was crying, it was all so much at once. He wasn't the only one who's mind was grappling with his sleepy declaration and the only words your mind could come up with was. "Yeah?"    Not the most intelligent response but at least one of you managed to actually get a word out. "Yeah."    Now it was your turn to have a dopey smile as butterflies seemed to vibrate their way through your every inch. "Yeah?" Your overwhelmed mushy brain managed to ask again.    Speaking of mushy brain Lee's finally kicked into high gear with his rapidly beating heart as he realized his declaration of love was wanted. "Yes!" He said springing to his feet. "Y/N, I think you are an angel sent from Heaven! You are--" His loud heartfelt plea was cut short but his sons scream.    Clearly this loudness was not welcome coming off the heels of naptime. You lulled him back down but one thing that couldn't be lulled down was your smile, it practically stretched from ear to ear in a cheesy grin. "We'll have to move that declaration to the same time we do some practice." You giggled.    And the idea of more time with you practically made his heart beat out of his chest, nothing could be better, nothing could ge-- "Did you clean?" He asked shocked.    "Yeah, I figured you could use some help." You said but you saw him deflate a little. "You know like teamwork." You changed.    That worked. "Of course! Teamwork is the root of all partnership!" He said excitedly, tears of joy threatening to spill over.    "Root of all relationships."    There were the tears. --- ~Admin Coral. Buy Me A Coffee?