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@daybreakrising​ asked:  🍒 + do the squad urls u know who they are @fatethreaded​ asked:  🍒 love post abt me pls Charlie 🥺 @jinzoutsuki​ asked:  cherry Me         (& @weaponwield​ )

anon:   ur a TWERP!! an absolute little LOSER!! manlet monday everyday of the week, asshole!! also, unrelated, if a single person looks at you sideways, they will be dead by my hand.

gaara is a refined man,   a calm & nigh unshakable entity.  he is a pinnacle of strength, level-headedness, & patience.  the leader of sunagakure, the head of the family... a person to behold.

@weaponwield​ asked: “do you have any tea?” they’re inside but suigetsu keeps his cloak on, wrapped tightly around him. he’s shivering, though this is always a risk when he visits haku and he’s prepared to endure the chill of their kekkei genkai ( and they should be GRATEFUL that he’d risk a limb turning to solid ice just for them! suigetsu can hardly think of anyone else for whom he’d brave such bitter cold ). besides, he knows it isn't haku's fault nor his own that they happen to be so elementally incompatible. ugh, it is a pain though. “I want to stay and chat but I need something to keep warm.”

cold isn’t a problem for haku. ice runs through their veins; winter is their birthright. but they don’t need to be cold. sometimes people forget that. sometimes, haku is people.

they’ve ushered suigetsu into the caramelized sugar scented apartment and are halfway through chattering to suigetsu about finally having a good excuse to use their new blowtorch when suigetsu finally speaks up. haku lowers both the blowtorch and the creme brulee ramekin, clearly confused.

❛     Are you cold?    ❜ even as they ask they notice the pale breath wisping from suigetsu’s nostrils, the sharp tang of frost in the air, the slight shiver tripping up suigetsu’s spine. haku rushes to the thermostat in the hallway -- and grimaces. 47 ° degrees fahrenheit. that’s only five degrees from freezing. haku raises the temperature with a well-placed elbow, then rushes back into the kitchen with a sweater and some extra blankets.

    Kakashi is on his feet and reaching for the handle of the door before he’s even awake, and for a moment he stands there and stares at the knob and he doesn’t know. He can’t catch his breath and Minato is dead and he’s soaked in blood and it’s Kakashi’s fault but he knows it didn’t happen because Minato died that night of the Kyuubi attack and that’s not his fault but he’d been soaked in blood too when they’d hauled him away on the stretcher and he’s dead dead dead and buried and Kakashi has to add him to the list of people he’ll see in his nightmares for the rest of his life because he’d--

          Kakashi is not in his apartment. 

     The wood of the door is too dark and the handle is a lever instead of a knob. He’s in Minato’s guest room. Minato is alive, he’s alive, he’s in the bedroom next to this one sleeping off his near-fatal injures and Kakashi staggers back and falls flat on his ass with a gasp as a wave of relief hits him with enough intensity to steal the strength from his limbs. He presses his hands to his mouth and tries to keep his ragged breathing quiet, listening for any sign of wakefulness through the all. Silence greets him, and instead of relief a wave of nauseating dread slams into him and nearly chokes the breath from his lungs again. 

      Minato is alive Minato is alive he’s alive but-- Kakashi can’t hear him. He can’t get the sound of his raspy, weak breathing or the sight of his blood on the ground out of his head, so he gathers his shaky legs underneath himself and staggers to his feet. Before he lets himself out of the room he holds his breath until his vision starts to black out and then he quiets himself, creeping into the hall and cracking Minato’s door open silently. The man is asleep, or. 

     Well, he was. It looks like Kakashi has woken him up. He lets gravity drag him all the way to the side of Minato’s bed, watching his chest rise and fall and tucking his hands into his armpits to hide how badly they’re shaking. Minato makes a sleepy, inquisitive noise, and Kakashi’s voice is a little too loud when he answers, “Nothing. Just got up to go to the bathroom and thought I’d check on you. Go back to sleep, sensei.” 

@weaponwield​ said:  “Would you please take care of him for me?“ ok hear me out ... canon minato speaking to RTN minato?

seeing his... other. other? other what..? 

other self? with a boy... 

the pain in his eyes, the blood, the child.... a child just like his.

 “you’re...” his sense of time stalls to a slow crawl, staring at his double, the child, the blood---what happened? where was kushina? unless she... then time speeds up & returns to how it’s actually flowing. minato takes no extra time in accepting the baby, cradling him in his chest while a hand comes up to support the tiny boy’s head. the blond glances back to the other, eyes wide---he could feel his heart in his throat, pulsing painfully. was there blood rushing to his head? his ears? he almost didn’t catch any sound around him. “what happened to you?”

& this child, so perfectly the same as his own. his own... “menma...”

his hold on the baby grew firm, attention focused to his mirror image with such an intensity, he thought the other man would shatter. studying him, minato swallowed thickly, dry throat snapping him out of whatever trance he found himself falling into while staring at his copy. the man was... dying, wasn’t he...? 

( the good place sentence starters ) 

“You want to help us make a card for Kushina-sensei?” she asks, brows furrowed in confusion by his unprompted willingness to help. 

Minato never struck Miki as the artistic type. 

her  voice  is  slightly  higher  when  she’s  lying.  gaara  watches  her  for  a  moment,  before  waving  her  in  to  actually  enter  his  office.  no  one  else  is  around.  he  gauges  whether  he  should  call  her  bluff,  or  ignore  the  situation.  putting  her  on  the  spot  might  make  her  feel  worse,  but…  seeing  her  so  beaten  up  makes  him  chew  on  the  inside  of  his  cheek.  

he’s  a  bit  angry,  to  say  the  least.  a  fan  didn’t  do  that.  

❛  i  have  the  time,  yes,  if  you  are  going  to  be  honest  with  me.  ❜    is  finally  spoken  once  she  enters  completely,  &  the  door  is  closed  behind  her  with  sand.  gaara’s  tone  is  stern,  but  not  directly  angry.  not  at  her,  at  least.  at  her,  it’s  only  worry.  she  seems  too  casual  for  this  to  have  been  the  first  time  it’s  happened.  does  kankuro  know  of  these  injuries,  or  if  she’s  received  them  before?  he’d…  tell  gaara  if  he  did,  right?  they  trust  him,  right?