#he doesn’t need the fandom to act like he can’t take care of himself too

[stormcloudsandshadows]

Having so many thoughts about papyrus and how the fandom at large doesn’t get him. If you even care

[cantstoptheimagines]

Discovering Their Love Language

Summary — Preferences for Monkey D. Luffy, Nami, Roronoa Zoro, Usopp, and Vinsmoke Sanji from One Piece!

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff because the Straw Hats make my heart race!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 596. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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monkey d. luffy

luffy is all touch. his hands are big and warm as he presses you into his side. with one on his hip, the other slips beneath your shirt and runs over your lower back. it’s subconscious, the way it splays over your skin, his fingers tracing up and down your spine. he doesn’t even notice the small smile on your face since he’s too busy talking to zoro and sanji. he’s especially soft when it’s late at night. he comes into his room to find you already half-sleep, tangled up in his sheets. he crawls in next you and finds himself tucking his dark curls beneath your chin. he traces your collarbone, muttering sweet nothings and occasionally tilting his head in order to plant open-mouthed kisses against your exposed neck. he nuzzles into you, sighing softly at the feeling of your warm skin against his. he can’t help wanting to be as close to you as possible.

nami

she wants nothing more than words of affirmation. after a life of being held captive by arlong’s crew without an ounce of love, she needs lots of reassurance that you care for her. she especially loves it when you wrap your arms around her from behind as the two of you overlook the bobbing waves. swaying from side to side, you mutter an endless stream of compliments, adorations, and praises. nami tightly grips your hands, which are resting upon her stomach, and closes her eyes in response, content to listen to your voice forever.

roronoa zoro

zoro is incredibly reserved, so he’s all about acts of service. he’ll bring you a plate when it’s time for dinner or make sure your laundry is folded and tucked away before you can worry about it. if it’s your turn to keep watch, he’ll take your place, forcing you to get a good night’s sleep instead. he thinks of nothing of it. each of these little tasks, along with the others he’s constantly doing for you, have merely become another part of his routine. if you decide to be with zoro for the long haul, expect to be taken care of.

usopp

he loves quality time. while the others are busy gathering supplies during a quick stop at a nearby harbor, you and usopp have a tendency to slip away. you’ll spend the day together, exploring every part of the new island. the two of you only return to the ship once night has fallen, narrowly avoiding a proper scolding from nami and zoro for always disappearing. usopp’s favorite moments with you, however, always happen the quiet privacy of your shared room. away from prying eyes, you’re both tucked beneath a blanket, sharing secrets and muffled laughs as you reminisce about your adventures.

vinsmoke sanji

sanji’s prides himself on being a giver. he may be a total flirt, but he’s truly a soft-hearted fool for you deep down. if you’re in a relationship with sanji, prepare to be spoiled. if you see a piece of clothing you like, it’s in your room later that night. he’s constantly bringing you the native flowers of whatever island the crew decided to visit. and don’t even get him started when it comes to your birthday! his favorite thing to give you, however, is food, being the talented chef that he is. after a while, you may gain a bit of weight from all the delicious meals he provides and there’s no hiding the smile that grows on his face whenever you tell him. after all, how could he not be happy about that? he has more of you to love!

[crazyforclones]

Good omens swapped:

Aziraphale: Aziraphale hates the term demon, he prefers to be called a “fallen Angel” if he is needed to be referred to at all. He spends his existence in complete sorrow, which is represented in his nightingale companion which follows him everywhere. She does not sing, for the female nightingales are mute. He spends his time obsessing over trying to one day be holy once more. This can often lead him to extreme measures taken. Destroying himself in the process. It’s not that he wants to go back to heaven, he just wants to figure out who he is, to be good, that’s all he ever wanted to be after all, good.

Aziraphales fall came from multiple instances of right intention, wrong action. After meeting the Angel Raphael and hearing his intriguing questions, Aziraphale voiced them in his own ways. While Raphael was much more careful about his “radical” Ideas, Aziraphale saw no issue in bringing up these questions. Being a cherub, most shrugged him off or found him annoying, until he was assigned to the garden of Eden. There, Aziraphale became curious about the apple tree God had told the humans not to eat from. They were off limits to humans, but surely not angels? In his sporadic Inquiry, he took a bite from the apple tree. Finding the taste astonishing, he offered Eve an apple as she passed by. For surely he should share the delicious creation God had made? Soon realizing his mistakes, he frantically offered his flaming sword to the couple, hoping this act could redeem his sin. He was wrong.

With all of the mistakes Aziraphale made, he was casts from heaven, and became fallen. His eyes “bleed” tar like tears in the presence of other demons(or when he is emotional), as if his body is reminding him of his fate. He became incredibly emotional after the fall, and often times his emotions become uncontrollable. This is especially the case in his specific job.. which is punishing sinners. For that’s the best thing a demon can do that heaven will not.

Raphael: Raphael can only be explained as quite an extraordinary and unusual Angel. His opinions and questions he asks carefully will often lead to quiet some debate. While most angels found him a sprain in their wing, Raphael simply was too important to send off. And the Angel knew this. He did not agree with heaven in all terms, especially when it came to how things ran. This lead him to try and separate and distance himself from his responsibilities, not like they ever checked anyway. So he spent most his time on earth running a green shop and meeting with his odd friend, the old book shop seller across the road.

Raphael doesn’t think heaven is as cracked up as it is supposed to be, and he tries desperately to convince Aziraphale the same. He sees how destructive heavens ideals were to Aziraphale’s mind, and saw how torturous it was to reside in hell. But despite his many times offering azirpahale a life outside of heaven and hell, he is often rejected. Raphael feels responsible for a part of Aziraphales fall. Putting all these ideas and questions into him that were his own. He knows the only reason he hasn’t fallen as well is because of his status, and feels a heavy guilt when it comes to that. So In return, he tries to do his part in protecting Aziraphale.. from himself and the destructive mindset he was manipulated into.

So sorry this is so long they’ve been on my brain for days! Anyway, hope you like my take on the role reverse au that the fandom has created! I’ve had fun thinking up new ideas, but I can’t take credit for all of them, @sabellart helped me a lot in coming up with ideas especially for Aziraphale!

[appleinyoureye]

JJBA p.1 │ The Tongue of My Love Takes Many Forms

Summary: love language headcanons! what they have to offer and how to make their knees weak!

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Characters: Leone Abbacchio, Bruno Bucciarati, Pannacotta Fugo

Word Count: 629

Type: headcanons

part two

Abbacchio

Giving: acts of service, gift giving

He’s a man who isn’t very affectionate on the inside, but wants to do everything and more for the one he loves. Will make you breakfast before he has to go out on a mission and leave it on your nightstand without a note. It’s too embarrassing for him (even though he has written it, but it lays on the bottom of his pocket) to show that much affection. He will also give you random gifts he’s collected on a business trip.

Receiving: words of affirmation, physical touch

Because he’s so insecure about his soft side you have to bring it out in him! Compliment Abba on every single occasion you notice, and more! Create them! Make him flustered! Trail his scars while staring in his eyes and murmuring how beautiful they are! (but be careful with PDA, cause there’s a really thin line between ahh, they’re too adorable, why are they complimenting me so much and they’re ruining my image in front of the colleagues!) 

Bruno

Giving: words of affirmation, physical touch

Bruno will make sure that you know how much you mean to him and how much he loves you. Compliments, reassuring sentences you haven’t even known you need, and soft smooches on every part of your body you’re insecure about (and if you don’t feel okay with a part of your personality/anything going on inside your brain, he’ll kiss your forehead!) 

Receiving: quality time, acts of service

Even though he has a really tight schedule, he loves it when you find time to waste with him. Because he’s so busy, Bruno adores moments when the two of you can be alone with each other; glances and words, glasses of wine (or any other drink you like!) and quiet music in the background. And if so it happens that you have prepared food for him – cooked Bucci’s favorite meal ‘cause you’ve remembered when he told you that no one can make it taste that delicious – he may think about a proposal.

Fugo

Giving: acts of service

Similar to Abba, Fugo isn’t very effusive with his feelings, but he knows how to treat you right. If you’re in a university and you have problems with a subject, he doesn’t even try to tutor you. Fugo knows how strong his anger can be when someone does something stupid, and (even though he works on it) he doesn’t want to accidentally shout at you. Instead of it Fugo creates notes for you. If you like everything color coded – he does that. If you prefer it all to be clean – the only colors you see are black and white. And if you’re learning the best from mind maps – you’ve guessed it. And if you’ve stopped your education, he does the same with the things you’ve decided to learn. Crocheting? He buys you a book, tries to learn it himself first and then writes you notes on how to do it better. Cooking? Same thing. New language? Dictionary and notes. You name it, he does it.

Receiving: quality time, acts of service

Fugo wants you to initiate spending time with him. It’s not like he can’t do it himself, it’s just… way nicer when you ask him to go out, you know?… Fugo particularly likes going on walks around the town. There’s just so much you can do! You’re hungry? There are plenty of good restaurants nearby! Thirsty? He insists on buying you coffee (or a tea). Craving ice-creams? He doesn’t like when you buy yourself the weirdest of flavors and then steal from him the most common ones, but what can he do? He’s in love. And he understands it even more when after tiring days you prepare a bath for him, and wait under covers, ready to warm him to sleep!

a/n: a few days ago i've received my first request. it's exciting! the fact that i'm sure that you like what i write and want more! i may write second part to these headcanons with the rest of bucci squad and post it tomorrow/in a few hours, cause screw sleep

[theblueflower05]

Listen…I’m not normally into sub males but the way you wrote sub neteyam was so hot omfg I can’t wait for more but the dynamic between the two?? AHHHHHH I can’t wait I will be tuning in…like we need more alpha women and omega men irl 🫣

FOR ONE IM SO SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT.

I was a little worried that the fandom wouldn’t be down because we all love Dominant Neteyam, which like. Me too. Forsure-

But there’s something about Subby!Neteyam that just does it for me.

Subby Neteyam who feels comfortable enough with you to whine for what he wants. He’s always been the oldest. Has taken on all of that weight and responsibility.

You don’t even know if he even knew how to ask for what he wanted before the two of you started your relationship.

He doesn’t like to complain. Will bite the bullet and keep it moving(hell, one time he walked around with a fractured collarbone for a week before his Grandma sat him down with flailing arms. Stupid boy! Doesn’t it hurt!?)

But with you?

Oh he’s such a sweetheart.

He feels comforted and safe. He knows you’ll always take care of him- and better yet. That you enjoy it.

You get off on babying him.

You tell him he deserves it, and after a while- he starts to believe it himself.

*Subby Neteyam who lets you rebraid his hair. Sitting between your tighs with his back to your chest. Shivering as you run your nails over his tender scalp. Melting back into you and essentially falling asleep in your lap as you work on his hair.

*Subby Neteyam who gets a little shy when you love on him in public. He’s okay with minor PDA(hand holding, hugs) but you will walk up to him and wrap your arms around his middle. You don’t care who’s around, you just wanna be skin to skin at all times. You’ll tone it down if he really wants you to. He never really wants you to.

*Subby Neteyam who craves comfort. He doesn’t like to hurt alone. After a long day, or when something traumatic happens. He not only wants to be held, but wants to hold you too. He wants to be as close as possible

*Subby Neteyam who’s love language is Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation- yet all he’s ever known how to do or receive is Acts of Service.

You promise him that he’ll never have to stretch himself thin to try to appease you.

*Subby Neteyam who felt weird asking for what he wanted in the beginning- but will now beg you. For your attention. For your kisses. For your knot. He’s a brat- he knows you love it when he begs.

*Subby Neteyam who refuses to be a pillow princess. Yeah, you can be in charge. But he can’t sit still. If your giving him head, or eating him out he’s fucking your face. If your riding him, his hips are snapping to meet yours. He chases both of your pleasure needily.

*Subby Neteyam who wakes you up with his head between your legs. He’s lapping at your puffy clit and fingering you- groaning as he feels your knot deep inside start to tighten around his digits.

Only once your awake does he grin, mouth all wet, and mount you. Pushing into you with little mewls. He wanted it so bad.

*Subby Neteyam who needs to scent you. Every morning. He needs everyone to remember that you’re his.

*Subby Neteyam who finally learns how to lay healthy boundaries with his family after being with you. You encourage them and support him in anyway he needs. You don’t push him. You just let him figure out what he is truly comfortable with

You bite your tongue even though you want to CHEW jakes head off whenever he plays that”your the older brother” guilt trip bullshit on your mate.

I could literally go in and on. I love Omega Nete he has my WHOLE HEART💘

[starsurface]

Hi can I request caregiver kenshi and Johnny taking care of a sick little Tomas plz I loved that valentine’s Day fanfic with them a lot I’m also the one who requested part 2 of that fic 😊you don’t have to if you don’t want to I know you already have a lot of requests also don’t forget to take care of yourself 😁

Oh my gosh this was you?? I loved writing that piece!!! It was so fun!! :D

And please, make as many as you want!! I'll get to them all eventually . . . one day. <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kenshi & Johnny w/ Sick Regressor Tomas Hcs

❤️ Sickness, everyone’s worst enemy’s >:(

⭐ Actually, out of the three of them, Tomas is the least likely to get sick!!

💨 He grew up in the Lin Kuei, a very, very, cold environment, and also trained with Kuai Liang, which constantly had his system in battle mode growing up

❤️ But it doesn’t make him immune!!

⭐ The only ‘problem’ is how sick Tomas acts 😮‍💨

💨 Johnny’s whiney, Kenshi’s clingy, but Tomas? Complete ‘independence’! He can get his own medicine! And do his laundry, or make his own meals, he’ll be just fine!

❤️ ^ Spoiler alert, most times he can’t, and especially little sick Tomas can’t, but it won’t stop him from trying-

⭐ But oh no, not under Johnny’s roof, there’s no way that Tomas will even lift a FINGER while he’s sick! >:(

💨 It’s half being sick, and half the constant babying that Kenshi and Johnny give him, that make him feel tiny

❤️ Sometimes it’s bad enough to regress to babyspace, other times it’s toddlerspace

⭐ Either way, this man is BRATTY

💨 Most times it’s not his fault!! He feels really icky, and if they just let him get up, he could grab the right bottle/sippy cup instead of having to hide his face every time they brought him the WRONG thing!!

❤️ No screaming or throwing, but a lot of hiding, huffing, and tucking himself away from whatever they try to give him

⭐ In between the mix of wanting to be swadddled, and everythings too hot to wear right now

💨And whose fault is it? Kenshi and Johnny, obviously!! >:(

❤️ . . . Well, not really, but it is! It totally is! Why would Kenshi try to swaddle him when it’s 100 degrees in here? Why would he not swaddle him when it’s so cold?!

⭐ As much as Kenshi and Johnny love him, it can get a bit (lot) frustrating

💨 ^ Especially if Tomas is borderline nonverbal, normally they can get what he wants but Tomas is refusing any kind of communication and it’s really hard

❤️ Kenshi, as much as he loves Tomas, does get irritated quickly, and decides it’s time for Tomas to take a small nap to feel better

⭐ And Johnny, as much as he loves dotting on his baby, is also a bit exhausted from running around trying to make Tomas happy

💨 It does make Tomas sad, especially because he knows he’s being a bit frustrating to deal with, and him deciding everything was wrong might not be the best thing to do

❤️ After a small (desperately needed) nap, he quietly asks if he can snuggle with them and watch tv

⭐ He still feels icky, and upset over how he’s acted, but Johnny and Kenshi do understand it’s never fun being sick

💨 This time they try a slightly different approach, like Johnny carrying Tomas to the kitchen to choose his bottle/sippy instead of just running back and forth

❤️ And Kenshi swaddling Tomas with the air conditioner on and a ice pack on stand by (and a trash can, it’s never the best to have dairy while sick . . . or Oreos, Johnny fell into the puppy eyes trick . . again)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Ngl, I actually get so scared writing Tomas sometimes. :( 

Like, someone got really pissy at me for babying him (and I do think the fandom Infantilizes him, Raiden, and Syzoth a lot) but like . . . it was a babyspace request . . .

I think it’s why I try to make him a little menace, so that I don’t baby baby him, because I did see their side, they were just being really mean about it :/

[dapperinsanity]

An aroace-spec’s personal thoughts on Alastor & Representation

This is purely my opinion and I wanted to share it as it’s been highly bugging me.

Personally, Alastor was always bad representation for me. If you feel like he’s good representation that’s fine! This is purely my opinion and I want to discuss some red flags I’ve noticed. It all has to do with the reasons behind why Al is asexual. I’ll make a small list of my main points and I will expand more on the points below later.

According to Viv Alastor is aroace because…

He was made to be a tumblrsexyman and then Viv thought it’d be funny to make him asexual.

While, personally, idgaf about fans shipping Alastor or making smut…Viv’s comment (“I don’t wanna ruin anyone’s fun”) before confirming his identity was just not it.

According to her own words, Alastor is too focused caring about himself (don’t remember if she used the word narcissistic but I remember mentions of narcissism) which is why he wouldn’t be in a relationship.

In the earlier years, we only knew he was asexual. Yet, everyone acted like it meant he was aroace. Which was fine but I need to point out that just being asexual is different from being aroace. This, in itself, isn’t a red flag. It’s how viv talks about his asexuality.

Ok, so I think it was recently confirmed he is aroace after his show va “slipped up” saying he was aroace and not asexual. I’m not sure but if he is, I only see his asexuality discussed amongst viv and other people involved in the show.

Why is the only asexual/aroace character a “villain”? I’m all for aroace villains and queer villains. It’s when you take other things that she has said, I can’t help but be suspicious.

So, why do I think Alastor being made asexual as a tumblrsexyman is a red flag? Well, him being ace and a tumblrsexyman isn’t bad at all. My concern is that Viv thought it’d be funny. Knowing the type of person viv is (bigoted, racist, transphobic, misogynistic, fatphobic, etc.) his asexuality is a joke. Also, let not forget about the fact that she doesn’t actually care about representation in general. If she did care, she wouldn’t be acting the way she is and wouldn’t portray her characters the way she does.

Secondly, her comment before confirming his identity on stream was…dismissive? I can’t find the correct word but her caring more about pleasing the fans, further proves my point in how she doesn’t care about actual representation. You know what she could’ve done? Confirmed it. The fans still could have fun doing whatever they want with Alastor in their fanworks. Its fandom. It’s not canon and fandoms are meant for works that don’t stick to canon. Like, you’re the creator and you decide on what’s canon because it’s your character…Bruh.

Third, she mentions that Alastor is too focused on himself to be in a relationship. First of all, asexuality doesn’t equate to not desiring a romantic relationship. There’s a difference between just being asexual and just aromantic versus aroace. Secondly, why is his asexuality related to his vanity/selfishness? If you don’t desire a relationship because you’re too focused on yourself, that’s not asexuality. Asexuals and aromantics are highly stigmatized and conflating his selfishness with his asexuality perpetuates aroace stereotypes.

Fourth, is the lack of discussion about his aromanticism. If he’s confirmed to be aroace, why do we only talk about his asexuality? Because being asexual doesn’t equal to being aromantic. One can be asexual but be in a romantic relationship and vice versa.

Fifth is the fact that the only aroace character we have is a “villain”. While I’m fine with aroace villains and queer villains, when you observe why Al is aroace, I can’t help but to side eye it. Aroace people are often stigmatized as heartless and cold or treated like a monster due to their lack of attraction. I feel like this only adds to the stigma.

So, yeah that’s why I feel like he’s bad rep.

[lauralot89]

One Perfect Moment

Griffith is quite possibly the greatest villain of all time, and also the most misunderstood.

This is not to say he's done nothing wrong. He's done Everything wrong. He's done it so wrong that the wrongness is visible from space, and he did much of the Wrong well before he joined the God Hand. But somehow the common fandom view has become that he's a cold calculating monster well before the Eclipse, who doesn't care who or what he sacrifices in pursuit of his dream.

In actuality, everything the man does is driven by his emotions and especially his affection. He loves Guts too much to let him leave without a fight, he can't handle his sorrow on his own so he goes to Princess Charlotte, and when he's caught with the princess he can't get away because his sword is broken from the stupid impulsive fight he had rather than just telling Guts his feelings. Even the suicide attempt that started the Eclipse was a result of him having an emotional breakdown from overhearing Guts and Casca.

But this? This right here, when we see Griffith tearing his skin off in shame and self-loathing after he prostituted himself to a child predator because he personally felt responsible for a little boy's death? This is everything.

All you need to know to figure out what will happen to Griffith and the Band of the Hawk is this scene. It neatly lays out everything to come.

There is no war without death. There is no throne without blood spilled. And that may be logical, but contrary to popular interpretation, Griffith only acts like he's driven by logic. He's not. He's debased himself to the point that self-mutilation is the only way he can stand his own skin, all for the purpose of staving off the inevitable as long as possible.

And then he reaches a point where he's literally unable to debase himself further.

After losing the ability to walk, to hold anything, to speak, after losing skin and half his face and having his body violated in every imaginable way, including the most obvious ("like we were husband and wife"), there's nothing left for him give of himself, and his dream is still out of reach.

and then a bunch of demons show up when the man is out of his mind from a year of torture and isolation, and tell him he's a spoiled child playing with his friends' corpses and their suffering is for nothing if he doesn't kill everyone else and take the throne:

[Shredding his skin]: "I have neither regret nor remorse about that."

[Sacrificing everyone]: "I can't apologize. No, I won't apologize!"

if it helps you sleep at night, Griffith

They're both acts motivated by guilt from the pain he caused those who placed their faith in him, and the second one wouldn't hit so hard if not for the first. It's SO good and yes, he's a bastard, but he's not the heartless conniving bastard he's painted to be.

Perfect moment, no notes.

[as an aside I just realized when getting these images that directly before the Eclipse begins Griffith is mentally begging Guts not to touch him because he can't make stupid self-destructive choices when Guts is there and then he doesn't make the decision to join the God Hand until he can't hold onto Guts so they aren't touching anymore, amazing work]

[larsisfrommars]

The Night of The Murderous Spring Is So JUICY!

I think I need to talk about how insanely gay this episode of Wild Wild West is or I might EXPLODE. I know a lot of us who already watch the show knew this episode was ridiculous in the gay subtext department but I feel compelled to go in-depth about putting it into words.

Let’s not even dig into the fact that before drugging Jim Dr. Loveless proudly proclaims that he will make James West “kill the thing he loves” and was referring to Artemus when he said that! That’s already wild enough as it is.

For me like, through a shipping/gay subtext lense, I could already tell Artie was into Jim. There is a mountain of evidence to interpret their relationship that way at least on Gordon’s end. For West it was a little more sparse until and especially THIS episode. Which confirmed for me as relatively new to this show and fandom “ohhhh!! He really DOES reciprocate whatever ambiguously gay mess is happening here!”

The version of Artemus that Jim subconsciously conjures up for himself is so interesting. And of course, it appears to him when he’s in desperate need of comfort, of a rock to cling to, but can find none. So his hallucinating brain projects what he NEEDS most, not some lovely young lady (familiar or otherwise) to tell him everything is alright, but Artemus to take care of him. He WANTS to be taken care of and comforted by Artemus and no one else. I’m not crying YOU are crying!

His version of Artemus is pretty close to the real deal but there’s something… softer about this projected version. He’s not completely different, I wouldn’t even say out-of-character. But he is gentler, more patient and forgiving, and very much there to play guardian angel for Jim. All of his positive traits are exaggerated in Jim’s eyes, like hes always seeing the guy through rose colored glasses.

I say this because part of why I got a bit suspicious of this version of Artie was him being way too calm and forgiving when Jim starts being aggressive towards him due to the drug. Yeah Artie loves Jim but like, he’s got his own sense of self-preservation, intelligence, and a bit of a temper. I was expecting a joke or some sternness or something, hell maybe taking Jim’s gun from him. But of course he doesn’t and he can’t, because he’s not real and he’s there to comfort. Jim can’t be thrown off the course that’ll lead him to killing Artie by his hallucination’s own intervention. He’s himself but oh so slightly off.

Another thing was something that “Artie” said that didn’t actually make a lot of sense compared to the rest of established canon when Jim first starts getting temperamental. “Hey it’s me remember? Artemus Gordon? Mrs. Gordon’s son.” Now I know there’s probably some throwaway Doylist explanation for this, but the Watsonian in me prevails.

Artie never brings up either of his parents before this or ever again to my knowledge. Jim only mentions family once in a previous Dr. Loveless episode. It’s the kind of thing you’d say to someone where you’d known each other your whole lives, implying Jim would somehow know his mother. Now unless I’m mistaken they met each other in the military as adults. Which means Jim’s subconscious emotions have made him feel as though Artie’s known him his whole life. Which is some soulmate sounding mess if I ever heard it.

Then there is the crescendo of this madness where Jim shoots the illusionary Artemus in cold blood. Which is easily some of the most heartbreaking acting in the series. I have watched it a normal amount of times (lying)!! Dying “Artie” looks confused and betrayed but he STILL reaches out to Jim like he like wants Jim to know that it’s okay?! OUCH. Then of course there’s the little “why?” before he dies that pushes Jim over the edge.

Jim completely flies off the handle after Artemus’s apparent death. Careening through the street, threatening the hotel staff, trying to get himself arrested for murdering Artie. I don’t know whether it was a side effect of how much hallucinogen he ingested or what. He straight up faints like some tragic Victorian protagonist after returning to his room, overwhelmed by the evil that he has seemingly done.

When he comes back around he is not at all acting like the Jim we know and love. It’s almost like he wants Loveless to kill him with the way he goads the guy. He’s despondent and jaded and being reckless with his own life. He only snaps back to normal when he discovers Artie is in fact alive and well. Which is such a beautifully loaded reunion. He responds to Jim’s unusual tenderness with a sassy joke (which is of course how we know this one is real). It feels very akin to the Kirk and Spock reunion at the end of Amok Time.

I also think it’s worth noting that I think the first time I ever heard James West utter the words “Artie! Help me!” when he’s trying to prevent the ducks carrying the murder-LSD from being released (this episode is NUTS). Which you know in light of the events of this episode is a big step in Jim being a bit more vulnerable as a character. So there is THAT too.

Hey, and maybe it’s just me, but whether it was deliberate or not, something changed about the whole tone of the show after this particular episode. It felt like the showrunners were slowly having it dawn on them the show is at its strongest when it plays off of the bond shared by these two characters. This episode along a few other gems from season one seem to have clinched it. I noticed in season two so far they’re using Artie and Jim’s relationship as a support beam where it was more of a flexible suggestion before. Which has ✨implications✨ whether you interpret the relationship as gay or not. The events of this episode cracked Jim West’s very hard shell, and made these two characters closer than before.

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Hii I hope you dont mind me requesting Howie again, but could I request a hurt/comfort scenario of him taking care of a sick fem!reader (she’s having a cold) I hope you have a great day and thank you againn :]

HIIII thank you for requesting again!! <3 And dw about it! I'm just glad you like my stories and want to request again :)) So if you have ideas lmk! :D Hope you like it!! Sorry for the wait! But here it issssss (The plan was to make all the characters on my BrBa/BCS masterlist but my brain is fried atm 😭 But I also added Nacho - because Ignacio Varga brainrot <3)

Taking care of sick reader | Scenarios

Fandom - Better call Saul

Pairing: 1. Howard Hamlin x gender-neutral reader 2. Nacho Varga x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff, headcanons Warning(s): - Words: 0.7k Summary: How would they take care of their sick partner? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 » Masterlist || Request «

Howard

“Morning, sweetheart! Ready to start the day?”

You grunt in reply and puld the blanket over your cold body. Howard is already up, enthusiastic as always. But today you’re too tired for that. 

“Come on now… You’ve been snoozing for 20 minutes!”

“I don’t want to…”

His smile fades and he sits down on bed next to you.

“You alright?” He reaches out to stroke your cheek and notices how cold-sweaty you are. “Hmm… That’s not good.” 

“I don’t feel well.”

“I know, sweetie, I know…” 

I feel like he’d be like: YOU’RE SICK??? 😰 at first

But then be like: You’re sick… 💔 If that makes sense LOL

Probably scared of catching a cold etc

But he loves you - so it’s worth the risk 😌✨

Howard is the guy that helps you with everything once sick

He fixes food, makes sure you keep warmth and makes warm tea etc

He basically acts like a maid for you until you feel better lol

But he doesn’t mind, at all <3

He likes taking care of and spoiling you 

“Are you cold, darlin’?” he asks, proceeding to wrap a blanket over your shoulders.

“No, I actually feel quite warm” He looks concerned and feels your forehead “Your fever is not going down… Do you want something cold instead? Water, ice cream… Are you laughing?” “Sorry… You’re just so cute when you’re worried!”

Also… You being sick gives him an excuse to just sit back down and cuddle you

He allows himself to be “lazy” (aka taking a break and not overworking) when you’re around

He loves to set you down in the couch and put on some movie to watch together

If he can’t be at home with you - he texts or calls you at least once throughout the day to check on you 

It doesn’t matter if you only have a simple cold, he’ll take care of you until you feel ok again 

He probably would end up sick too 😭 “But at least we can stay home together now!” he says after waking up with the same cold you had. “...But Howard, I need to go back to work today” “...Oh ☹” But you’re of course there for him too until he feels better <3

Also - I found these two Howard out of context screenshots on my PC LOL, thought you might like them!! 😭

Nacho

“You’re burning up” Nacho mutters, still having his palm pressed against your sweaty forehead. “I’m fine, Nacho”

But the fever thermometer says otherwise.

“Yea… Fine, huh?” He scoffs and strokes the hair that's glued to your forehead, tucking it behind your ear. “Rest.” 

“But…”

“Rest.” His voice gets softer “Let me take care of you, ok?”

“...Fine.” 

He smiles at this.

“Good.” 

This man… (God, I love him, I need him <33)

He’ll be all 😐 towards everyone, all the time

But not with you.

Whenever you’re doing poorly, he’s right there. Whether it’s mentally or like in this case - when you’re sick.

He’s the guy that will grimace and be really judgy if someone sneezes or coughs in public, but he tries his best to not be a baby about it for you.

And he’s good at it

Truth is, he somehow likes it when you’re sick

Just because he’ll get to take care of you 

And have you all dependent on him

It takes his mind off all his troubles, and he can focus on you only.

He brings you tea, soup, painkillers… Whatever you need - whenever.

He also appreciates cuddling up next to you and watch TV, letting you pick out whatever

It’s just comforting to him - somehow - to feel your fever warmth against him.

Basically - he’s already a sweetheart, but becomes the most caring (and worried) boyfriend ever when you’re sick. <3 “Nacho, don’t be so close, I don’t want you to be sick too…” “I don't care.” he murmurs

…And eventually he ends up sick too lol

He’s really overdramatic about it 😭

Before meeting you - he’d overwork himself and not give a damn about resting

But since he takes well care of you - you of course do the same for him.

So when he eventually catches a cold, you’re there for him “Well look at that… Told you that you’d get sick.” “...Shut up.” “Will you let me take care of you?”

And of course… He lets you

Homeboy gets overdramatic af when sick 😭

He likes seeing you all worried for him - it’s cute lol

Nacho makes sure you’re cuddled up next to him all day 

And now it’s his turn to choose movies/series for you to watch with him

“Hey?” Nacho whispers after you’ve both shut the lights off for the night. “Hmm?” “...Thanks for taking care of me.” “Of course, Nacho. I love you” “Love you too”

If you guys liked the concept of this I can make a part 2 with the other BrBa/BCS characters! Lmk and thanks for reading <3 Been feeling down lately but I have plans on some stuff I wanna post this weekend :)) Looking forward <3

[stellar-imagines]

HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝panic attacks from traumatic past.❞

[ Fandom: One Piece ] [ Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji ] 

「Headcanons of Luffy, Zoro and Sanji with S/O who gets frequent panic attacks from their traumatic past.」

MONKEY D LUFFY

♤ Luffy doesn't understand the reason behind panic attacks too much but after losing Ace, and watching him die in front of his eyes — he could understand what you're going through. He, himself, has experienced nightmares because of what happened. During the period after the war at Marineford, he was training most of the time to distract himself but whenever he falls asleep, his brain can't help but relive those moments. Even so, he doesn't recognize the signs right away.

♤ He approached Chopper to understand more about your situation and it took a while for him to know the signs of an anxiety attack and familiarize himself with your triggers. Luffy becomes more attentive to your actions and always has his eyes on you, no matter what. However, most of the time, he would ensure that you're always by his side. This is so he can be there in case you have a sudden panic attack.

♤ If he sees you showing any signs of discomfort, he would pull you aside and try to comfort you. Luffy has no idea how to comfort you but he's very attentive to how you react. He is quite a touchy and affectionate guy, physical touch is his main love language. So, expect to be pulled onto his lap with his arms wrapped around your waist while he rests his chin atop your head. He makes you're really close to him, your head pressed against his chest where you can hear his steady heartbeat.

♤ After witnessing you having a panic attack once, Luffy finds himself unable to leave you alone for even two seconds. He will follow you everywhere — yes including the bathroom. He will even follow you when you needed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, waiting outside while asking you if you were done or not. Luffy will have you sit next to him during meals, holding onto your hand as he stuffed himself with food. Someitmes he will even stop to feed you his share.

♤ When you shy away from his touch, he will sit next to you in silence, asking if you're hungry or not. If not, he would just wrap his arms around you a few times and hold your face to his chest while he rested his chin on the crown of your head. Luffy tries to cheer you up in his very unique ways, pulling funny faces and trying to make you laugh. Luffy has a hard time sitting still and is always running around the ship but he will drop evverything just for you.

♤ On days where you don't feel like being smothered, Luffy will sit next to you and talk your ear off. He will be talking about the interesting things he found during his adventures while you were with Nami and Robin shopping instead of exploring. Even though he can't hug or cuddle you, he will sit and listen if you're willing to talk about what happened..

RORONOA ZORO

☆ The first time it happens, he was at loss. He had no idea what to do and began panicking himself, which did not make the situation any easier for you. He does not know what to say and acts upon his instincts, he will just pull you aside and hold you until you calm down from your attack. Zoro's afraid if he let you go, you're gonna lose it. On

☆ Doesn't know too much about your problem until he asked Robin and Chopper about how to deal with your panic attacks. He takes mental notes on what triggers you and ensures that you’re always safe. He never shows that he cares about you and often hides it with that stoic look on his face. Nonetheless, he's always around you to make sure nothing bad happens. And most of the time, you could never tell if he was there with you.

☆ We all know that Zoro naps a lot during the day. But at the same time, he's paying attention to what you're doing. Sometimes, he will ask you to join him. You teased him before — saying now he just wanted an excuse to cuddle with you. It's usually an excuse so that he can cuddle and make sure that you're safe.

☆ He is bad with words and struggles to comfort you with words of encouragement. Zoro knows that he will probably just tell you to get over it and that its not worth getting anxious over. But seeing you in full on panic mode, unable to breathe and slowly losing yourself — he springs into action almost instantly. He will be by your side the moment your panic attack starts.

☆ Zoro just does what he thinks will comfort you, pulling you onto his chest as he holds you close. He will calmly tell you to follow his breathing and heartbeat, encouraging you to take deep, slow breaths together. Even though he's never affectionate, he will pull you to the crow's nest and let you cuddle with him. With his broad chest and strong arms, it was always comfortable. Zoro places your head right over his chest, stroking your head until you doze off.

☆ Ultimately, he relies on the little signs that you give him. If you tug him by the sleeve, he takes it as a sign that you want to be held. So, he will pull you to his lap and let you snuggle up to him. At the same time, he will try to get you to talk about it but he never forces you out of your comfort zone. Until you feel comfortable enough to tell him, he’ll just do his best comforting you.

VINSMOKE SANJI

♡ Sanji knows how hard it is to deal with personal problems. He has had his fair share of down days where his depression and insecurities hit hard until he breaks down. He could recall the days where he had to suffer all on his own with no one to help him. It breaks his heart to see you in such a state. If he could be the one to take all your pain for you, he would. But all he could do was curse his inability to do so.

♡ Even so, he will do his best to comfort you. He will first take you to a more quiet place. His first instinct is to bring you to the kitchen where he's alone most of the time, sometimes it'd be in your room where you would feel the most comfortable in. Sanji doesn't force you to talk to him about your problems but he doesn't want you to feel alone. 

♡ He will sit with you in silence, wipe your tears away and soothingly rub your back until you calm down. If you're not calming down, he would keep up some conversation with you — bringing up about the new recipes that he wanted to try and about how he caught Luffy sneaking in some food, or even talk about the unique ingredients he found in the previous island. Then he would make you your favorite drink.

♡ When you decide to talk about it, he will sit down and listen, making sure to pay attention to your feelings. Sanji will stop you when he noticed you fidgetting and stuttering. He will panic when you start crying and does his best to calm you down. He would push your hair aside to wipe your tears away and tell you not to speak about it anymore if you don't feel like talking about it anymore. After the talk, he will hold you close and make sure you're well-fed.

♡ Once he familiarizes himself what what happened to you in the past, he goes above and beyond to make sure that you don't cry like that ever again. He becomes more and more cautious of the things going on around you. He makes sure that nothing around you reminds you of what happened in the past.

♡ Sanji just loves you so much, sometimes it can get overbearing but he means well. If you just tell him to back off a bit, he will respect that. But he won't stop worrying about you, and will continue to watch over you from a distance. He's always going to be there for you when he sees aany signs of discomfort from you. 

Total: 1439 words Published: 07.11.2022

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Day 24: "I'm doing this because I care about you" / Victim Blaming

@febuwhump prompt: "I'm doing this because I care about you" @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Victim Blaming

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Cadet Crosshair, Cadet Hunter, Cadet Wrecker, Cadet Tech Cadet Batch as featured in my WIP fic 'Pieces of the People We Love' - haven't read it? All you need to know is that Crosshair is the oldest, and Hunter is the youngest! Word Count: ~1725 Click here to read on AO3

Synopsis: Crosshair is severe and unyielding when it comes to dealing with a headlice infestation.

“Headlice treatment,” Tech read from the bottle’s label. “To be applied weekly until infestation is cleared.”

Wrecker grinned broadly, leaning back and linking his hands behind his head. Cropping his hair back to his scalp had some advantages.

“Doesn’t sound too bad,” said Crosshair, scowling as he caught himself itching his nape and forcing his hand back down to his side. “So what do you do? Just… use it like soap?”

“It is a little more complex than that,” said Tech, turning the bottle over. “The lotion has to be left on the hair to act, followed by a thorough fine combing to remove as many lice and eggs as possible.”

“You got eggs in your hair?” sniggered Wrecker. Crosshair punched him in the shoulder to shut him up.

Hunter took the bottle from Tech’s hands, reading the label for himself. “Do you… d’you have to do the combing step?” he asked with an apprehensive grimace.

“Yes,” said Tech firmly, snatching the bottle back. “And if you would comb your hair daily then it wouldn’t seem like such an ordeal to get the tangles out.”

Crosshair threw an arm round Hunter’s shoulders, ruffling his hair and feeling his fingers catch in the knots. “He’s right,” he said with a merciless grin. “This is going to be agony.”

Hunter moaned and clamped his hands to his head, shielding his matted hair. Wrecker bellowed a laugh at the distressed look on the youngest’s face.

“Let’s start with your hair, Hunter, since it’s likely to take the longest,” sighed Tech, eyeing Hunter’s shoulder-length locks. “At least Crosshair and I should have an easier time of the treatment.”

Hunter reluctantly allowed himself to be guided to the freshers, stripped to his waist and with a towel thrown round his shoulders.

“The lotion is to be applied directly to the scalp and left to saturate the roots,” explained Tech, cracking the seal on the bottle and twisting off the lid.

The pungent chemical scent hit all of them. Tech covered his mouth and Crosshair wrinkled his nose in disgust – even Wrecker, leaning in the doorway, wafted a hand in front of his face in objection.

Hunter paled under his tanned skin. Then he was shoving past his brothers, promptly emptying his stomach into the basin.

“Hunter!” and “Eugh!” and “Gross!” echoed simultaneously from the three other enhanced cadets. Tech quickly stoppered the bottle, although the acrid fumes lingered in the small fresher room, mingling with the stale smell of Hunter’s vomit.

The dark lineart of his tattoo stood out against Hunter’s pallor as he turned back to face the others, wide-eyed panic painted on his face. “You can’t put that stuff on my hair,” he pleaded, pointing shakily at the offending bottle. “You can’t. The smell will kill me!”

“Stop being so dramatic,” scolded Tech, although he backpedalled towards Wrecker and the door as a sympathetic wave of nausea made him gag. “We all have to have the treatment. Otherwise Crosshair and I will continue to catch headlice from you, even if we clear our own infestations.”

Crosshair chucked a towel at Hunter. “Clean the sink, then meet us back out here,” he said, eyes narrowed in a familiar glare. “I’ll think of something.”

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Twenty minutes later Hunter slunk out of the fresher and back into the bunk room, his colour looking a little better.

Crosshair, Tech and Wrecker quickly straightened from where they had been clustered in deep discussion. Hunter shot them a mistrustful look.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ve got a plan,” announced Crosshair.

“And?”

Crosshair pounced.

It was only Hunter’s recent nausea that let Crosshair catch him unawares. The taller clone knocked his brother to the floor, immediately moving to grab his arms.

“Crosshair!” Hunter yelled, the name a curse as he bucked wildly and came close to shaking the older boy off. Crosshair responded by flipping Hunter to his front, quickly wrenching his arms up behind him and placing a knee firmly on his back, leaning all of his weight into it to keep Hunter pinned.

“If you can’t handle the lotion treatment,” said Crosshair, baring his teeth in a humourless grin as he fought to still his ferocious younger brother, “we’re going to go for the Wrecker special.”

Hunter wrenched his head to the side, gazing in terror up at Wrecker’s shaved head. “You wouldn’t dare,” he snarled, trying and failing to twist away.

“Wrecker?” said Crosshair, almost casually.

Wrecker grinned at his cue, cricking his neck and sauntering over with the clippers in one hand. Hunter renewed his struggle in earnest as the blades whirred to life.

“I feel somewhat uncomfortable at the idea of forcing this on Hunter against his will,” protested Tech from several feet away.

“If you’re not going to help just keep your mouth shut,” hissed Crosshair. Awkwardly he locked both Hunter’s arms with one of his and with his newly freed hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, holding his head in place.

“I’ll use the lotion! I’ll use it!” howled Hunter.

Crosshair scoffed. “You threw up just at the smell of it!”

“I’ll… I’ll put up with it! I can! Please, Cross–”

“And having your hair combed?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Crosshair!” Hunter’s pleas were rapidly dissolving into sobs. “I’ll do it, I’ll use the lotion, I’ll comb my hair. Please don’t cut it!”

Now Wrecker hesitated, crouched by Hunter’s head and looking to Crosshair for guidance. “Whaddya say, Cross? Gonna let him up?”

“To be applied weekly,” Crosshair quoted. “You’ve got long hair. It will take weeks.”

“I’ll do it!”

“I’m not having you throwing up and sick every week!” Crosshair dug his knee more firmly into Hunter’s spine, drawing a whimper of pain from the boy. “Your hair will grow back. Probably quicker than you’d get rid of the lice.”

For a moment he loosened his grip on Hunter’s hair, stroking his scalp almost soothingly. Then he twisted his fingers into place once more, glancing at Wrecker with a nod.

“I’m doing this because I care about you,” he ground out through gritted teeth, ignoring Hunter’s sobs as Wrecker started to shave great hanks of hair from Hunter’s head. “Better this than weeks of sickness.”

By the time they were done the humour had faded from the situation. Wrecker looked solemn as he made a final untidy pass over Hunter’s shorn head. Tech had retreated to his bunk, curled up with his back to the others and headphones turned up so loud the noise spilled into the now-quiet room.

Beneath Crosshair’s weight Hunter’s fight had subsided to piteous submission. Crosshair knew Hunter hated having the clippers near his head. Hated the noise, hated the faint electromagnetic field from their power-pack. They had cut Hunter’s hair once before. Only once.

Wrecker shut off the clippers and rocked back on his heels. “There. All done.”

Crosshair ran his hand across Hunter’s unevenly clipped hair, making a soothing noise. “Hey. It’s over. You’re okay,” he murmured softly, gently easing himself up to free the younger boy.

Hunter curled in on himself, hunched over his knees and wrapping his arms tightly round his chest.

“I hate you Crosshair.”

It was a venomous whisper. Crosshair looked taken aback and glanced at Wrecker for support.

“It’s better this way,” he repeated, but there was a note of doubt in his voice. “Better than the lotion making you sick.”

Hunter pushed to his feet, keeping his head tucked down and shoulders hunched defensively. He grabbed a clean shirt from his bunk without a word and let himself out of the room.

Crosshair watched him go in bewildered silence. Beside him Wrecker toyed with the clippers, and used his toe to nudge Hunter’s shorn locks into a single pile.

Glancing over, Tech removed his headphones and stood.

“If you’re quite done with that drama, perhaps we can treat our headlice now.”

Crosshair followed him to the bathroom without comment.

The scent of the lotion made him gag as he applied it, but he breathed shallowly through his mouth and scrubbed it into the roots of his close-cropped hair. Tech busied himself with his datapad, refusing to look at Crosshair. Crosshair didn’t like that. It gave him time to think.

He wouldn’t apologise. He wouldn’t. He was right. This was better for Hunter.

He cared for Hunter. Cared too much. Had felt a jolt of panic when the fumes had made Hunter throw up.

No matter how Hunter felt about it, this was the best option.

As he stood in the fresher, feeling sick to his stomach, he tried to tell himself it was the lotion that made his sensitive eyes water.

Not Hunter’s hurt and fear.

Not the way Hunter had fled without a backwards glance.

“Crosshair? Time to comb your hair.”

He followed Tech’s instructions numbly, scraping the fine-toothed comb through his silvery hair in careful sections until his whole scalp prickled. Then he leaned his head over the sink, lathering shampoo into his hair and rinsing it again and again until the chemical smell no longer lingered.

Until he thought the smell no longer lingered. Who knew what Hunter would think.

“It’s Hunter’s fault,” he announced, unprompted. “If he didn’t have such long hair it would have been easier to treat. Probably wouldn’t have caught lice in the first place.”

“Do you really believe that?” asked Tech cooly. He kept his attention fixed on his own reflection, combing through his hair with painstaking precision.

“Yes,” snarled Crosshair defensively. Yes, he did believe it. Had to believe it.

He busied himself towelling his hair roughly, so he didn’t have to look at Tech as he asked his next question.

“Hunter will get over this, right?”

Tech was silent until Crosshair peeked out from under the towel. He was staring at Crosshair in the mirror above the sink.

“Hunter’s hair will grow back,” said Tech, in a flat tone of voice that filled Crosshair with dread.

The young engineer grabbed his own towel and moved to the door.

“His trust… I don’t know.”

Crosshair watched Tech go. Watched the empty doorway for a while. Eventually he moved to the door and shut it, engaging the lock.

The privacy gave him chance to sift through his thoughts.

He sat with his back to the door for a long time, listening for Hunter’s return.

[baileypie-writes]

~Battamonda Dating Headcanons~

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Fandom: Soaring Sky! Precure

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Romantic

Characters Included: Battamonda

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: minor mention of fear of abandonment(Battamonda), minor mention of stress(Battamonda), Battamonda being a little whiny baby

~Masterlists~

~Soaring Sky! Precure Masterlist~

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~ When Battamonda likes you, he’ll never show it. He’ll even act a bit rude towards you to hide his feelings. In reality, he likes you so much, and cares very much what you think about him.

You’ll have to be the one to confess. He’s too much of a coward.

~ He wants you to think very highly of him. So, he acts very chivalrous towards you. He’ll open doors for you and get things off of high shelves, however he does so in a sort of teasing and/or rude way. He wants to be nice so bad, but he can’t help that he’s a little menace.

~ He wants to spoil you, but let’s be honest, he’s broke. Because of this, Battamonda rarely takes you on shopping or restaurant dates. Instead, he takes you on nice walks. If you ask him to go to a restaurant, he tries to steer you away, because his ego won’t let him tell you about his issues with money. If you’re persistent, he just prays that you’ll be the one to pay. He’ll love you forever if you do.

~ Battamonda wants to stay calm and collected around you at all times, never letting himself lose his temper. He has this scenario in his head that you’ll hate him once you see his bad side. So when he snapped after a bad day, he fully expected you to leave him. When you didn’t, and even comforted him, he broke down. That was the first time you heard a him say that he loved you.

~ You’ll eventually find out about Battamonda’s financial situation, one way or another. Please spoil him. Take him shopping, buy him food, anything. He’ll worship you. He’ll feel so happy, knowing that someone loves and appreciates him this much. If you offer to let him move in with you, he’ll think about proposing right then and there.(Please get him out of that apartment.)

~ He doesn’t like PDA. He gets to embarrassed. But if you beg him enough, he’ll let you hold onto his arm. He doesn’t do much when you guys are alone either. He’s not much of a hugger, and he’s secretly to nervous to kiss you. So you’ll have to initiate everything. He melts every time you give him a crumb of affection.

~ Battamonda is always very stressed. So you’ll need to make sure he’s staying healthy. He has a hard time sleeping. He often stays up for hours, either plotting against the Pretty Cure, or hating on his boss. He may put up a bit of a fight, but make sure he goes to bed at a reasonable hour. Melatonin helps.

~ Once he opens up a little more, Battamonda will start to come to you for comfort. He’ll tell you all his problems. Just a warning, he gets pretty whiney.

He won’t complain about listening to your problems too. He likes hearing the drama. But if it’s advise your looking for, he may not be the best person.

~ Battamonda loves the rain. It helps him think. He used to enjoy it by himself, but now he has you. He’ll happily walk under an umbrella with you. He likes listening to you talk, accompanied by the pitter-patter sound of the rain hitting the umbrella.

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~~baileypie-writes

[webbo0]

*Cowboy voice* “I Ain’t Quitting You”

Holland March x Jackson Healy

AO3 link

Length: 2,183 words

Summary:

"In my psychology class, we talked about something called an Oral Fixation; Freud made it up. Maybe you just need to have something else to like, chew on and stuff." "Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this —" "Oh my god, Dad, just get some gum or whatever!" AKA 7 things Holland March tries to help him quit drinking, plus the 1 time Jackson Healy helps him out. AKA Holland does NOT have an oral fixation, Thank you very much

Content/Warning: Idiot to lovers, Oral Fixation, Kissing, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Smoking, Sobriety, Quitting Smoking, Post-Canon, chosen family, 5+1 Things, technically it's 7 + 1 things, slight angst, Mature Content, implied/referenced sexuality

Authors Note: This is actually the first fic I ever published back in September '23, but I never posted it to Tumblr, so here ya go!

Original Notes:

Welp. I finally did it. Almost a decade in fandoms and it was Ryan fucking Gosling that made me cave and finally write fanfiction. Shoutout to the Goosecord for the motivation/encouragement to write this and for the feedback, especially @sandpapersnowman for helping me format this for AO3!! Y'all are the best!!

Anyways enjoy!!

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"March, we gotta talk."

Holland jerks up and immediately regrets it when his head pounds and everything tilts about 270° too far to the left. He groans and falls off the bed. Bed? He doesn’t remember getting there. Or undressing, apparently, because looking down, he quickly realizes he’s wearing nothing but some embarrassingly old boxers. And Healy’s standing above him. Holland scrambles back into bed and covers himself in a blanket.

"Stop pretending I haven’t seen you half-naked before. You’re acting like a Victorian duchess."

"A man must preserve his — hrrk — dignity," Holland retorts back in a bad British accent, having to pause and suppress a wave of nausea halfway through his sentence.

Healy scoffs

"Dignity, my ass! Holly found you passed out on the diving board. You could’ve gotten hurt! Again!"

Holland feels suddenly defensive. "And why do you care? What are you, my fairy drunk-mother?" Not your best comeback there, March, he thinks.

"You’re my business partner; I have a vested interest in having an income, so forgive me if I want my co-detective alive to work with me. You need to stop drinking."

Holland rolls his eyes. "I’ve got it under control, Healy. I’m a big boy, y’know?" God, he wishes he could take a nap right now.

"March, I’m serious; you’re going to do permanent damage to your liver. Plus," Healy hesitates as if he’s trying to figure out a way to finish his sentence without sounding like an asshole, "it’s not fair to Holly. You’re the only family she’s got left; you have to be there for her. She’s a teenager now and needs someone to guide her through adolescent idiocy. You’re her dad, you owe it to her."

That wakes him up. He’s always pushed down the guilt he has over his behavior, but when Healy lays it all out in front of him like that? He knows he’s deluded himself for years into thinking Holly wouldn’t notice, but she’s not a kid anymore. And the thought of her as an impressionable teenager following in his footsteps makes him nauseous for a whole different reason.

He sighs.

"Alright, alright, cut my balls off, why don’tcha? But fine, I get it."

"Thank you," Healy looks relieved.

"I can’t just quit cold chicken, though, withdrawals can be dead—"

"Turkey"

"Hm?" "The phrase is cold turkey."

"No, I’m pretty sure it's chicken."

"Why would it be — never mind. And yeah, it would be pretty dangerous to just stop altogether. What if we cut it down to one drink a day?"

"One? No way, pal, three a day minimum."

"Three?! There is something seriously wrong with you, March."

"Hey!"

An hour of negotiations later, they settle on a begrudged compromise.

That was a month ago, and Holland was regretting ever saying yes to the whole stupid plan. To substitute for the flask he always took a swig from whenever he needed to calm his nerves, he kept an extra pack of cigarettes, so he was smoking twice as much as usual. And Holly isn't a fan of his new habit. It’s a Monday morning, and Holland sits at the table, sipping his coffee, while Holly gets ready for school. Healy had stopped by to drop off some paperwork for their latest case, and now, for some inexplicable reason, is making them all pancakes. He bites back a comment about him making a great housewife and instead turns to Holly, arms out for a hug. She had a big test today and has insisted on the Mandatory Good Luck Hug before tests since kindergarten. She makes a face at him.

"Ugh, Dad, you smell gross!"

Tchk. Teenagers. "Holly, it’s rude to say that to someone’s face."

"It's true, March, you smell like an ashtray had sex with another ashtray," Healy comments from his place in front of the stove, not even turning around.

"Yeah, and then their house burned down." Holly adds, "You do know those will kill you one day, right?"

"Pfft, no way! Doctors used to give these to you! My own father had a prescription for a pack a day!"

Healy turns around. "Didn't he die of lung cancer?"

"Yeah, why?"

Healy pinches the bridge of his nose. He looks like he has a headache brewing.

Holly waltzes into the kitchen and steals a pancake from the ever-growing stack.

"In my psychology class, we talked about something called an Oral Fixation; Freud made it up. Maybe you just need to have something else to like, chew on and stuff."

"Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this —"

"Oh my God, Dad, just get some gum or whatever!"

She still leans in for a half hug while wrinkling her nose, because tradition is tradition. As she walks to the bus stop, Holland considers her words. Was he obsessed with things in his mouth? He took a sip of coffee before anyone could notice his face flushing a lovely shade of magenta.

The first thing he tries is Holly’s initial suggestion: gum. He gets a shit ton of flavors to try to find one he won’t get tired of. He settles on Bubblicious watermelon wave. The idea is largely effective, and Holland's smoking is cut down to what Holly decides is a "normal amount."

Unfortunately, Holland has the manners of a barn animal, so after only nine days of chewing with his mouth open non-stop, Healy is about to strangle him.

"March, buddy, I’m glad this is helping with your ‘mouth thing’," he starts. Holland opens his mouth to protest before Healy quickly cuts him off to finish. "But we have to figure something else out before I make the ‘arm incident’ look like a harmless prank."

Holland shuts up. No problem, he’ll find something else. He was getting tired of the gum sticking to his teeth anyway.

Holland’s next plan; a toothpick. More similar in shape to a cigarette and they last much longer. Bonus points: Holly thinks he looks “far out”. This plan lasts about 3 seconds before he gets a splinter in his gums. Toothpick is out.

Plan C is to just chew on the end of his pen as he works. Holland thinks it makes him look distinguished. Healy’s just kinda grossed out. Everything is fine until he finds a break in their case, jumps up in excitement, and promptly inhales the pen cap. Healy has to use the damn Heimlich maneuver on him, frantically grabbing him and squeezing harder than Holland thinks is necessary. But what does he know? And, wow, he definitely isn’t thinking about how Healy's strong arms feel around him.

When Healy silently hands him a teething ring meant for fussy toddlers, Holland almost punches him (attempted sobriety has him more on edge than usual). But hearing Holly’s muffled hysterics around the corner instantly dissolves his irritation. Something about Jackson and Holly working together just makes his heart flutter.

And sometimes, when he’s sure no one is looking, he’ll hold up the ring on a chain around his neck to his mouth. Softly, not biting or chewing, just letting it rest between his lips. And no matter what Jackson softly asks him one night, tears are not falling down his face. Those are the nights he really regrets cutting down on his drinking.

It’s when he starts keeping a lollipop in his mouth most of the day he notices Healy acting… Different. When Holland’s doing his work, going over papers and poring over phone books, he lets himself loosen up. Often he’ll tap his pen in random patterns, or jiggle his leg up and down (which drives Healy crazy), or more recently, he’ll hold his lollipop between his fingers like a cigarette and slowly lick circles around it. It’s a mindless behavior that helps him concentrate, but for some reason, Healy doesn’t like it. March can tell. He notices Healy glance at him and then darts his eyes down as if it weirds him out just to witness it. It hurts; Healy knows how much Holland is trying to be better, why would he judge him for how he’s coping? He tries to brush it off, wondering why it bothers him so much; he should be used to people not getting him by now.

They’re sitting next to each other on the couch in Holland’s living room, working on their latest case. It’s late at night and Holly is sleeping at a friend’s house for a birthday party. Holland is losing himself in the details of this case (who kidnaps a pet snake??) when he senses Healy’s attention on his mouth, which he currently occupies with a new blue raspberry lollipop.

After the fifth time Holland catches Healy staring at his mouth he snaps.

“I know I’m a fuck-up and everything but can you at least try to hide how much you —"

He’s cut off when something covers his lips. Oh. When Healy covers his lips. With his mouth. Oh. Holland’s brain takes about three seconds to catch up with what’s happening. Jackson’s kissing him. Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Jackson must’ve taken his frozen state as rejection because he quickly pulls back. Holland almost whines from the loss of contact.

“Fuck. Fuck! I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry, Holland,” Jackson runs a hand through his hair, clearly panicking, “You’ve just been such a goddamn tease with the fuckin’, whatever it is you’re doing with those lollipops and I couldn’t hel—”

This time he’s cut off from finishing his sentence by Holland grabbing his face and kissing him so hard he’s distantly worried about breaking Jackson’s nose. Holland’s hands rest on the side of Jackson’s face and cup the back of his neck, bracing himself in a desperate attempt to hide how much he’s shaking. Jackson’s lips are firm and his 3-day-old stubble is rough against his skin; one of his hands automatically threads into Holland’s hair, and the other hovers over his side before settling on his hips. He squeezes and the feeling goes straight to Holland’s dick. He lets out a wet groan into Jackson’s mouth who responds with a deep rumble.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Jackson growls, pulling away from Holland to let him catch his breath.

“Tell me,” is all that Holland responds, dipping his head and latching his mouth to Jackson’s neck, drawing out a strangled gasp.

“Since the day you fell asleep on my shoulder during that stakeout, and grabbed onto me like a fucked-up koala. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you,” Jackson is visibly struggling to keep his composure as Holland's fingers move to the buttons on Jackson's shirt, frantically undoing them and pushing his hands under the cheap cotton. Holland moves his mouth down his neck, biting and sucking and doing things with his tongue that must be good because Jackson is making sounds that frankly should be illegal.

“Maybe Holly’s right, you really have a fixation on —”

Jackson yelps before he can finish his thought because Holland bites down hard into the soft skin of Jackson’s shoulder.

“Please don't mention my daughter while I’m giving you hickeys, it’s weird,” Holland mumbles while sucking what is sure to be a large dark splotch into Jackson’s collarbone.

“What I’m saying,” Jackson starts, as he grabs Holland's hair and jerks his head up to look him in the eyes, pupil’s blown. Holland would’ve whined from the loss of contact if he wasn’t moaning from Jackson’s hand tugging against his scalp.

“What I’m saying, is that maybe you just need to be doing something useful for once with that pretty little mouth besides drinking and talking non-stop.”

“And smoking, can’t forget all the smo—” Jackson shuts him up by shoving the thumb of the hand not tangled in his hair into Holland’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue. He moans around his hand in a way he knows must sound obscene. Jackson curses as Holland simultaneously starts sucking his fingers like it’s his job and fumbling with the buckle on Jackson’s jeans.

“God, you are something special, Holland,” he murmurs softly, and Jackson says his name with such reverence that if Holland doesn’t get the other man’s pants off immediately, he might explode.

He drops to his knees between Jackson’s thick thighs, because if everyone and their mother were so insistent he has this ‘mouth fixation’ or whatever, he might as well blow their expectations out of the water.

Heh, blow. Good one March.

He stares at the crotch of Jackson’s jeans, already starting to drool.

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After that night, Holland sticks with the lollipops (now sugar-free, because his dentist nearly had a conniption when he last went in for a cleaning). No longer worried about Healy’s judgment, he loosens up and allows himself to fidget weirdly in peace. And if he and Jackson are alone on the nights when needs a little help with his mouth thing (because fine, yes, he might have a little fixation. Sue him), and he’s having a particularly hard time not turning to his vices? Well, that’s between him, his gag reflex, and Freud.

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Hope y'all enjoyed!!! You get bonus points if you find all the other Ryan Gosling movie references Again, this is the first full fic I've written so any and all feedback is welcomed!

[elvisabutler]

can i get a #1 angst prompt for professor x belle where maybe he’s having a bad day and isn’t taking care of himself upsetting belle for the 1k gala please 🙏🏻

tender loving care

fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t pairing: elvis presley ( professor big daddy ) x female reader ( nicknamed belle ) wordcount: 1776 warnings: no use of y/n. talk of health issues. mentions of elvis's temper. brief mention of pregnancy due to where i set this in their timeline. minor fight. talk of dying. author’s note: thank you for this anon! i wasn't too sure where exactly i wanted to go with this but i still like what i came up with just the same. hope you enjoy! this is done for my 1k gala, based on the line “can’t save who doesn’t want to be saved.” this is the professor presley universe, i'm assuming if you're reading this, you've already read the previous bits and bobs. if not, click the tag and join us along for their ride. y'all know the drill, real elvis or austin elvis works fine for this despite the moodboard.

The Mafia gives you a list of things to watch out for when it comes to Elvis. Joe was too scared to give it to you and George had danced around it and while Jerry tried to foist it onto Billy- he got stuck telling you. Telling you this required him to actually set you down like you were in one of his classes and had him telling you to take notes because if you're- if you're the one for Elvis you'll need to know these things. You need to know everything Priscilla knew and the things Linda had known and that the other girls never knew. You need to know the clues for when Elvis was going to be down for the count. You needed to know when Elvis wouldn't take care of himself and would let things run their course. You needed to know when things were going to get bad for him.

It felt a little mocking at the time, a little condescending that they thought you wouldn't be able to to tell. That they thought you wouldn't be able to tell that your boyfriend, your partner, your lover would be having a rough go of it. It takes one singular time to realize it was more a warning than anything else. It takes one singular time for you to realize just how much you needed that list.

It starts like any other rough day, with him groaning next to you as he attempts to get out of bed. He's spry enough despite everything normally so you know this is the first sign. This is the sign it's not a day he can push through, this is a day he needs to rest. This is a day he needs to stay in bed except to use the bathroom and perhaps swim in the pool to ease his muscles. He doesn't though, despite your hushed whispers of telling him to stay in bed while you make the pair of you breakfast he doesn't listen. He shouts something about extra bacon and you hear a string of curses and a thump implying that something happened.

"Elvis! I thought I told you to stay in bed!" You shout as you flip your eggs in the pan. There's a long pause where you consider the idea of running to check on him before he finally shouts something back.

"'m fine! Just banged m' knee on the bed. Food almost done?"

Your eyes flick to the bacon that's practically burnt and you're about to answer him when you see him walking into the kitchen and sitting down at the table, setting his cane near him and wincing at the sunlight shining on his face. Your head tilts just a little as you try and run through the checklist in your mind. Body ache and headache. He's hungry so it's not a stomach issue. It's just his eyes and head acting up and his muscles rebelling. That warranted a break from him teaching today. You could still go to class, you had to still go to class because you were so close to graduating that just one missed class would be problematic to say the least.

"Just got the bacon." Your answer is short and to the point as you pour a cup of coffee and glasses of orange juice, making sure to take a sip of your own to quell the slight nausea you feel. Normally Elvis would come behind you to steal his cup and his glass while running his hand over your stomach. He'd normally kiss your neck and remind you how much he loves you and ask how his twins are doing despite you firmly saying it's just one big baby. Today he just sits at the table rubbing at his eyes.

Breakfast is quiet with you pulling your chair close to him and the two of you feeding each other with him rubbing your stomach as he does. It's a little rushed as you know you've got to get to class but when you finally stand up and Elvis makes moves to follow you into the shower you push him away and point to the bed. "Tonight. You are going right back into bed."

"Like hell I am. Move over, gonna take our shower so we can head to campus." He grumbles as he moves to step into the shower, earning a glare from you.

"You can barely keep your eyes open from the light, Elvis. And I saw how long you took to get up. You're going back to bed." You want to push him out of the shower but you know when he's like this he's a little unsteady so you stop yourself, instead making sure a shower that's usually filled with touches and talking is silent. When Elvis tries to wash your belly- tries to touch it you take his hand and take it off as you take the soap from him. A muscle in his jaw twitches.

The silence continues as you get dressed and as he does despite your clear aggravation. You've learned it's better to not argue in certain circumstances and this might be one of them. You tried to stop him, tried to still his hands as they buttoned up his shirt but after the answering growl you realize it's a lost cause. A part of you thinks the shower helped, thinks maybe it was just a rough morning until you see him lean a little more on his cane and until you see his eyes shut so tight at the full brunt of the sun when you walk out.

"El-" You start once you're in the car only to have him turn to you with a bit of a snarl on his features.

"Had worse days when I was teachin' ya. Ain't the only one who's stubborn, Belle. Stop tryin' to goddamn baby me. Ain't a goddamn invalid."

You want to argue, want to tell him that you're not trying to do any of that but it's not worth it. Not after he's already started the car and is pulling out the driveway. Let him be an idiot, let him push himself, let him reap the consequences of his own actions. "Fine."

Normally there's talking between the two of you in the car, normally you'll make lunch plans but today the only noise in the car is the roar of the engine and the noises filtering in from outside the car. When you arrive you're out of the car in a flash, not pausing to give Elvis a kiss knowing fully well you're so angry with him that all the kiss would do is anger you more.

"Belle!" You can hear him call after you but you ignore it, beginning your trek to your first class.

Around lunch time you're met outside your class by Jerry and George who share a look before you roll your eyes. "Oh. Let me guess, he's-"

George is the one who beats Jerry to speaking only to be cut off by you. "He shouldn't have come and you-"

"I tried. You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved. Can't force them to be healthy. I can't-" It's then that you look past Jerry and see your boyfriend walking up behind him shaking his head. "Jesus- Elvis-"

"No, keep goin' keep puttin' our business out there. How ya think I need savin' from my own self." Elvis's face is twisted into something you only remember seeing when you first- when the incident between the two of you had happened and it sends a chill down your spine.

"Not until I'm in your office." Your reply is said as you step past Jerry and George to be right in front of Elvis with a puffed out chest and looking as strong and as stubborn as you ever do as you do it. "Not until we're in private."

His answer comes out as a hiss as he turns to walk to it. "Fine."

The second you're inside his office you see him sway just a little and you move to catch him if need be only for him to shake off your arm and support and move to lean on his desk. "Go on, lay it all out. Tell the ol' man how ya really feel 'bout this."

You take a breath to steady yourself and shut your eyes so you don't cry before you move over to him and touch his cheek. "I think you're being an idiot. I think I need you to be healthy for our twins. I think you need to get your head out from your generous behind and take care of yourself like you promised you would. You're not going to get me pregnant and stick me alone with our babies. That's just rude and incredibly unchristian of you."

Elvis doesn't speak for a moment, doesn't say anything or do anything other than breathe with his eyes shut before he reaches out to touch your barely there bump. Your instinctual reaction is to back away so he can't, to not give him the pleasure but you've missed him today and you're so worried it threatens to make you sick. "You called them our twins."

As if that's the important part of everything you said. In spite of yourself you feel yourself tearing up a little. "Yeah. I did. Elvis-"

He sighs and continues to just rub your stomach as he speaks, almost as if to center himself and calm himself. "My generous behind isn't used to someone takin' care o' me. Been a while darlin'. They- ya know my boys ain't the best at helpin'."

"I'm not your nurse." You respond rolling your eyes before moving to pull him into a hug. "You promised you'd take care of yourself. I don't want to wake up one morning to you not with me. Not for a very long time."

Elvis opens his eyes, wincing a little as he does before he cups your cheek. "Don't plan on it. Jus' gotta be reminded I ain't Captain Marvel sometimes. 'm sorry, Belle."

"I know you are." You frown and nuzzle a little against his hand before kissing the palm. "I'm sorry too. Shouldn't have- I should have been a little kinder this morning. Even if I thought you were being the biggest idiot in the world." Elvis lets out a chuckle at that before you continue. "Can we go home though? Can I take you home now?"

Elvis opens his mouth once, then twice before nodding and pushing himself off from his leaning perch on his desk. "Yeah."

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[depressedhatakekakashi]

Kakashi’s Story- Chapter One

Nanara acting like his first impression of Kakashi is that he’s a ‘sloppy man’ when he JUST called him handsome. Boy you’re just mad you have to study lol

Even worse he thinks Kakashi will be ‘too easy too care off’. Kid’s in for one heck of a surprise and i can’t wait

Kakashi acting like he knows nothing about himself😂😂😂

‘What a waste of a life’ Nanara shhhh it’s ok you’ll take those words back soon enough.

Kakashi doesn’t even waste time calling out the Prime ministers lack of care for Nanara. I love it, destroy that pos.

Prime minister was already a dirt bag but he also locked away the library? Triple dirt bag. Supreme dirt bag!

I love that Kakashi just opens the library without hesitation. Don’t get between him and books, it won’t end well for you lol

Using fire to melt the inside of the keyhole! Especially funny because i remember @wind-becomes-lightning telling me Sasuke thought Kakashi would kick a door in in Sasuke retsudon XD

Rules and regulations are important but they go in the trash if they prevent you from reading. Love this. This is the best boy right here.

Nanara has an opportunity to explore the library and get whatever he wants, and of course he searches for a book about the sixth hokage lol

Kakashi using Nanara’s favorite book to get him excited for learning how to read and write. This man knows how to teach.

Somehow ‘reading would be better than playing outside’ is the perfect Kakashi line.

‘If he’s not going to play with me he’s useless’ LIES

The village aunties are gushing about kakashi and honestly, who can blame them? He is a handsome man.

Nanara stop acting like you didn’t call him handsome yourself XD

Naming a foul Pakkun. Kakashi’s hounds would be so proud but i wonder how Pakkun would feel having a horse named after him lol.

Pakkun shoots beams out of his mouth now? And is huge? These stories are really something lol

Kakashi using wind style to save Nanara from the horse! He has now used 3/5 of the elements and NONE of them are his nature type or the first style he used (lighting and earth). I love the representation of his ability to use all of the elements. It’s perfect!

Kakashi the horse whisperer Ahhhhh

Kakashi always finds trouble when he goes for a walk XD no wonder Shikamaru seemed so stressed in Konohan Shinden when Kakashi was talking about taking walks 😂😂😂

All the women sneaking peaks at Kakashi while cooking. This man just cannot escape people wanting to sneak a peak at him.

Kakashi is so weak for animals and the falcon rubbing its head against him for treats is such a cool mental image!!!

Kakashi getting distracted and forgetting to watch the stuff he’s cooking is such a mood.

Kakashi calling it brave to build a village far away from the rest of the world to avoid war. Does part of him wish Konoha has done that? Does he wonder if maybe he’d never would have had to lose all the people he did if the higher ups in Konoha decided to put their people’s safety first?

Telling Nanara all about shinobi was so cute and showing how a Hokage who wants the best for their people thinks. I love seeing him discuss trading and working together with other villages for mutual benefit. You can see just how he was thinking when he was running Konoha and the ideals he fell back on to do better for his village.

‘During the time of the sixth hokage, the land of fire saw unprecedented economic development and grew rapidly’ this line needs to be stamped everywhere for fandom. I love that Kakashi got to be the peace time Hokage because he was the absolute best option for that. No one else could have grown Konoha in the same way Kakashi did.

I love that we get to see Kakashi in teacher mode. Like the manga skipped over him actually teaching his students a lot and only gave us small glimpses, but seeing how he made learning fun for Nanara is so cute and wholesome and displays just how good of a teacher he really is.

Kakashi telling Nanara about his favorite book and offering to lend it to him when he’s older 😭😭😭😂😂

Aww Nabara is so proud of his big sister 💜💜💜