#aaaaaaugh

I love them so much, they give me cuteness aggression

It was drawn in my journal, so the scribbled out parts are just some writing I was doing

YES!!!!! YES YES YES. He's so tired. you can see it in his eyes the second he steps through the door. he's finally finished the huge ass project that's been giving him nothing short of a migrane, and as soon as he makes eye contact with your pretty face, you can see the weariness in his expression. he has barely had time to do anything, much less take proper care of his hair. you notice it instantly, it's a little frizzy, a little dry. it's unlike him. you know how much he's been through, and all you have to do is drag him into the bathroom. you fold up a fluffy towel and talk with him while you wash his hair. you get it nice and wet with warm water. you hear him sigh as you run your hands through his hair, getting it all sudsy. his eyes fall closed as you massage his scalp. you let him ramble, or if he can't talk much he listens to your soft stream of consiousness. you tell him about whatever's been on your mind, whatever's been going on. you rinse his hair gently, and the way you stop the water from dripping down his face makes his heart swell. you turn the water off and pour out his favorite conditioner, then work it into his hair. you massage his scalp while it sits and you can see his shoulders relax. you rinse out his hair and use a t shirt to scrunch his hair dry. you watch arrow again and and work oils and curl creams into his hair until it's all soft again. you have him hang his head off the edge of bed so you can diffuse his hair. once it's moslty dry and all hydrated, Leo feels like you brought him back to life too, not just his curls.

“A bastard son born from an affair…. Mother will be so proud” OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT