#comfort show for eating drunk or post work comfort food

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j just watched Your Name for the sixth time (I've watched it on a monthly basis since first watching it Imao) and I still cry every time, from when Mitsuha drops the pen right to the very end

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ARE YOU SURE?!: SIXTH EPISODE

MY IMPRESSIONS

Preface: This is not an analysis post, and honestly, I don’t want to overanalyse their interactions or everything they said and did—many others are already doing that. My intention with this post is simply to share my thoughts on the episodes, my impressions, and perhaps my conclusions.

I’m writing this as I watch the episodes for the second time.

Oh no, just from the intro, we can already tell we won’t survive Sapporo. I mean, that alone screams COMFORT.

So, no clips or mention of the time they spent in Tokyo? I wonder if we’ll see that in Jungkook’s documentary? Will Jimin be there too? Not just in Tokyo, but in New York as well. Oh, will we see Jimin celebrating with Jungkook when he released his single "3D"? That happened while they were in New York, right?

It seems unreal that we’re going to get so much content of blonde Jimin and black-haired Jungkook together.

How do you subconsciously say something? Hahaha, when did they say that? I wonder if the original plan was for the show to end in Jeju. The fact that there’s no clip of them deciding to go to Japan before actually going, like what happened when they decided to go to Jeju, makes me think that the trip wasn’t part of the initial plan. I wonder if, when it was confirmed Jungkook was going to Japan for work, they said something like, "Oh, I’d love to go to Japan one last time" or something similar, and the agency didn’t think it was a bad idea.

God, Jungkook mentioning their trip to Tokyo and then saying THAT'S WHY he wanted to go back… my heart! Plus, the tone in which he said it, while massaging Jimin’s neck and looking at him, not the camera… How do people expect us not to be… hopeful?

I don’t know if this is weird, but to me, Jungkook looks great with a mask and a big hoodie. It reminds me a lot of the picture I have as my profile picture. That’s one of my favourite photos of him.

Jimin reminding Jungkook to walk slowly (because Jimin walks slowly) is adorable. Did you notice how Jimin was holding Jungkook’s hand while it was inside his hoodie?

Okay. Them in the car. The angle. The closeness. Jungkook’s expressions. They DO NOT HELP CALM MY IMAGINATION. Also, I don’t understand their seating arrangements. Jungkook looked HOT in that clip. Bro, the car was spacious. Why did they decide to film the clip like that? Oh, Jikook.

Jungkook loves getting the camera up close to Jimin’s face. I guess he loves his eyes. God, saying he can see a lot when Jimin asked if he could see anything… JUNGKOOK!

It’s no longer "Ppeuri" but "standing next to you". I guess this is my tinhat moment of the post. Do these songs, especially the words or parts of Jungkook’s songs, have double meanings for them? Because the way they said them and the way they looked at each other while doing so tells me yes, but I don’t know if it’s just what I want to believe or…

Jimin and Jungkook sitting in their hotel room, deciding what to do or eat, is everything right with the world. I LOVE these moments in the show. I appreciate that the editors decided to include more of this. They should’ve done the same when they were in the US.

Ahh, Jungkook’s best ship will always be him and food hahaha.

Sharing sausage is fine, and even beer – though Jimin didn’t end up drinking any because Jungkook had already drunk it all – but Jungkook crosses the line by eating the potato skin just because Jimin touched it with his fingers. Okay, Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook, what video did you watch? When did you watch it? Didn’t Jimin film the video he was talking about the day before the trip?

Jimin forgetting about the camera and, with it, the fact they were filming a show told me he was comfortable enough on the trip not to see it as "work".

They don’t know the concept of personal space, do they?

Them making jokes or comments about when they’d be in the military is both funny and sad. Why did they make them do that? They should be on stage, not on the border with the crazies from the north!

They love snow.

When the clip of Jungkook falling came out in the show’s trailers, I thought he was imitating Jimin’s part from "Spring Day", but it turns out he actually fell hahaha.

Jungkook being sure that Jimin would love the gimbap triangle he chose… he knows him well!

Again with the "standing next to you", and this time Jimin said part of it, paused, and Jungkook continued. That means something more between them. Either that, or I’m going crazy hahaha.

Jimin and Jungkook bickering over the most mundane, often domestic things is everything.

Fluffy Jimin and Jungkook!

I’m confused. Was Jungkook talking about the restaurant they went to in Tokyo in 2017? But then Jungkook said he went there that day, and Jimin said he’d gone a few days before. So, they were saying that they went back to the restaurant recently, right?

Ahhh, so Taemin recommended that restaurant to Jimin, and that’s why Jimin and Jungkook went there when they travelled to Tokyo in 2017. Each of them remembering things from the trip the other didn’t is what I call teamwork, or I guess it’s team memory hahaha.

It’s too sweet seeing the hyung line, especially, almost in denial of the fact that Jungkook is all grown up, that he’s an incredible person and an amazing artist. They’re all proud of their maknae.

I really appreciate how Jungkook never makes Jimin feel bad for wanting to eat more or anything like that. On the contrary, he’s always cared about Jimin eating well and eating enough.

Jungkook calling each destination a season - no pun intended - is hilarious. Jungkook, I need more seasons, please!

Jungkook with a headband is too cute.

Jimin and Jungkook love the snow. And Sapporo. Also, they’re great ambassadors for CD and CK, hahaha.

We’ve all been Jungkook, scolding ourselves for eating and drinking too much. I’m like Jungkook almost every day, hahaha.

Jungkook saying he’ll remember those moments from the trip, aka being with Jimin when he’s in the army… with Jimin, that’s everything. Jimin’s comedic timing is everything.

Jungkook predicting Jimin’s intentions… again, hahaha, they know each other so well. Oh, and Jungkook taking a few minutes to choose which glasses to wear because, according to him, none looked good on him. Then Jimin just picks the first pair Jungkook chose, and they look great on him – that’s comedy gold. The way he looked at him, like “Really?” Hahaha.

Jungkook loves the snow. The cold. The winter.

They seriously don’t know the concept of personal space. Also, their bickering is always super funny.

By the way, Jungkook’s bag or pouch or whatever it was – it’s so cute!

Jungkook made Jimin do the sign of the cross over his food with the camera? I mean, I guess that’s some kind of ritual? Hahaha.

I don’t care how this sounds: Every time Jimin talks down about his looks or his body, I just want to slap him a couple of times to make him understand that he’s beautiful, handsome, lovely, incredible. Gorgeous inside and out.

Jungkook’s mission was to make special memories to remember during his military service. And it’s sweet that those memories were made with Jimin so they can reminisce about them together while they serve because they enlisted together. Will they talk about that?

It makes as much sense as Jungkook not wanting to eat the potato skin because Jimin touched it with his fingers but was totally fine with those same fingers in his mouth. That logic is slightly illogical, but I guess it makes sense to him.

Jungkook loves Sapporo.

Joking about their military service was their way of coping, hahaha. It’s not funny, but I’m laughing.

Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up living in Japan, hahaha. They really do have a special connection with certain cities in that country.

Was it really that hard for the editors to give us more of this in the USA? Like, I want to see the everyday Jimin and Jungkook. Not in a rush, just enjoying everything. Being happy simply by… being. That said, it’s hilarious seeing Jimin and Jungkook acting “normal” in Sapporo, with security and their managers behind them, hahaha.

Wait, so Jimin saw the same video as Jungkook where someone was talking about how to talk to cats or something like that? Do they share accounts, and send each other funny videos all the time, or are they really just that similar? Which is it?

The editing the team did to avoid showing the inside of the train station and the train is hilarious, hahaha.

I love how Jungkook will always be gentle with Jimin.

Jimin covering his right ear because he was wearing one of Jungkook’s AirPods, even though he’s a Samsung ambassador, is so funny. And it was even more obvious – and therefore funnier – when Jungkook said they were listening to a Japanese song and he was only using one AirPod, hahaha.

Again, do they have the same 'For You' pages on every video platform, or do they constantly send each other links, or are they really that similar that they watch the same content? Because Jimin always gets the meme or joke references Jungkook makes. And he always plays along. And vice versa.

Jimin deserves an award for not showing that AirPod, hahaha. My question is, wouldn’t it have been easier to just use Samsung headphones or something?

JUNGKOOK RESTING HIS HEAD ON JIMIN’S SHOULDER IS TOO CUTE. ONE OF THE SOFTEST, SWEETEST, SHYEST, AND MOST PERSONAL MOMENTS BETWEEN JIMIN AND JUNGKOOK.

Sapporo, you will always be special.

Jimin and Jungkook don’t know the concept of personal space.

Awww, Jimin talking about having a daughter. I’ve no doubt he’d be a great dad.

Jungkook telling Jimin he didn’t want him to drive without actually saying he didn’t want him to drive is peak Jungkook when it comes to Jimin.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen Jungkook do that hand gesture he and Jimin use when they’re telling themselves to focus on something, hahaha.

Jimin really loves the song 'Hate You'. I remember how, during Jungkook’s concert, he said in the comments that it was his favourite song.

That’s right, Jungkook! Screw society’s standards. It’s a shame we couldn’t hear 'Christmas Day'. As compensation, they should give us another song together.

Okay, but being a bit serious, them walking in that place under the snow, with their coordinated outfits, huge smiles, and constant giggles, it almost looked idyllic. Romantic. Sometimes it’s not our imagination – it’s them giving our imagination material, hahaha.

Them going to a… museum? I think it’s a museum or something like that, about whisky, it's so… hahaha. Yoongi would be proud. They’re so funny, so chaotic, and so quirky. And the most impressive thing is how well they match. Also, they really like role-playing. Like, it’s one of their things.

Nooo, they forgot to pay! They probably thought the staff would handle it, hahaha. Jungkook giving the card to Jimin is so relatable – I’d do the same out of embarrassment. Jungkook having to pay in cash at the end is hilarious. Seriously, they’re funny without even trying. My question is, was that their personal card or the company’s? Hahaha.

Jimin and Jungkook don’t know the concept of personal space.

Jimin and Jungkook seriously love the snow. Like, really, really love it. They just click, you know? 

When the clip of them playing in the snow came out in one of the trailers, I remember someone on Twitter saying they’d bet that after Jungkook threw the snow block at Jimin and dusted off his hands, he went straight over to help Jimin brush the snow off himself – and damn, they were right. And I don’t know if that means we know their dynamic that well, or if Jungkook’s just that predictable when it comes to Jimin... although, isn’t that basically the same thing? 

Honestly, it’s impressive how they instantly get references from memes or viral videos the other made because, how on earth did they even find that video of... Ken? Saying "good" every two seconds? Seriously, how? Did Jimin send it to Jungkook or did Jungkook send it to Jimin? Because I refuse to believe they’re that similar, to the point their 'For You' pages or video recommendations are practically the same. 

Jungkook, you didn’t eat the potato skin because Jimin touched it, but you’ll... never mind. 

The fact that they pointed out they think the same way is funny to us as fans, because it’s like, wow, Jimin and Jungkook just said that if you put your hand in a glass of water, it’ll get wet, hahaha. 

It’s hilarious that Jungkook wondered what it would be like if they were the same age. I suppose he was talking from a cultural POV and it's funny because their dynamic doesn’t really fit that context, and that’s one of the main things that sets them apart from the other members or their dynamics with them. Jungkook often comes across as Jimin’s hyung, and Jimin’s fine with it – which is crazy when you remember that’s something Jimin really respects. Jungkook often drops the honorifics with Jimin or speaks informally to him, and it feels natural like they do it all the time. So, him saying that is funny because their relationship would probably be exactly the same as it is now, except Jungkook would never call Jimin hyung. 

Jungkook, YOU TWO ARE ALREADY EACH OTHER's COPY! 

Jungkook, I need you to keep your promise and tell us the real story about that fight between Jimin and Tae, hahaha. 

Hearing them talk about their future plans, touring again, and all seven being together is beautiful. I can’t wait for 2025. Damn, I need money. 

MY CONCLUSIONS ON THE SIXTH EPISODE

I loved this episode. Like I said in another post, it’s my second favourite episode of the show so far.

Here, we returned to that normality in their dynamic and the show, that we saw in the first two episodes. We went back to the calm, the tranquillity of their trip. I loved that the editors decided to show more of Jimin and Jungkook’s day just… being. Discovering or exploring their surroundings.

I loved that domesticity that many of us were craving to see again.

Sapporo feels different. More intimate, more… melancholic. I suppose it’s because of the moment they were in, in their lives, and what would happen a few weeks after that trip. That said, I also think it’s because of Jimin and Jungkook. Here, we didn’t see that little awkwardness we saw in the first episode. Here, they weren’t adjusting to anything. They weren’t reconnecting, so to speak. They were just them from the start. Literally, from the beginning of the episode, I loved that. I loved seeing them happy and more in sync than ever in this show, honestly – and that says a lot when we’re talking about Jimin and Jungkook.

Something I love about AYS is that it gave Jimin and Jungkook the chance to be “normal”, and to do ordinary things like go to a supermarket or ride a train. And yes, I know they do that kind of thing in Korea, especially the two of them, but maybe not with as much freedom. And yes, I know they had a security team with them, but I hope you get what I mean.

Something I’ve really appreciated seeing is how much Jimin and Jungkook validate each other’s wants. And I don’t mean anything dramatic or anything like that, but the little things like Jungkook wanting to eat more and Jimin saying it doesn’t matter, go ahead, or asking if they should order more food or saying he should get his beer like it’s no big deal. Jungkook telling Jimin it was fine if he wanted another gimbap triangle, etc. They validate and encourage each other to do things they’re hesitant about, whether it’s buying something or eating something – they don’t mock or criticise the other for it. That’s so sweet and important to see in any relationship. Validation and words of affirmation. These are two fundamental things in any kind of relationship, no matter what type. And not just that, I love how throughout the whole show they made sure the other was happy, asking if they liked what they were doing or what they did. The subtle way they care for each other, not just from a material or physical standpoint but also emotionally, is so beautiful to watch.

I loved Sapporo. I loved Jimin and Jungkook in Sapporo, and it makes me sad to think that the show is coming to an end, but I’m treasuring every smile, every moment, every laugh. I’m going to cherish the fact that they shared all those moments with us.

I can imagine many people are happy with this episode because it gave us the same feeling that the first two episodes did. And I don’t blame them. I still think the Jeju episodes were good because they highlighted the difference in the dynamic between Jimin and Jungkook compared to how they interact with other members but Sapporo will always be special. I can’t wait to see the next episode.

Jimin and Jungkook could totally pull off the funniest thing in the world at the end of AYS by releasing a song together. Actually, why just one song? An EP would be amazing!

If you’ve made it this far, I’m sorry and thank you—I just couldn’t stop writing ajajajajaa.

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Metamorphose | 2k

my masterlist | ao3 ✦ Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader ✦ Summary: You and Simon deal with the pain of losing a baby. ✦ TW and general warnings: established relationship, angst, fluff, sensitive content (abortion), depression and eating disorder mentions, it's painful but he comforts you

A/N: Hi everyone! Since I'm working hard on some requests I've received and in the next chapter of Shades of Red, I decided to release this kinda old drabble of mine here. I'm not too satisfied with how it ended up but enoughly to post, so enjoy <3

I'd also like to mention that I have a taglist for my longfic Shades of Red but not one for my general writing and drabbles so I'll make a post for it, but till then, if anyone's interested in being tagged in my general posts and drabbles, please let me know <3

The sky is colored in blue, pink and purple.

Mostly blue.

You stare outside of the window while it changes, a golden yellow sun by the morning that rises; it spent too much time burning bright in the also bright blue sky. You counted the hours till it started descending. Now, the sun was nothing more than a little line by the horizon, and the sky was fading into cold colors, fading into the cold night. 

You feel hungry, but it felt wrong to eat knowing you’d be sick of your stomach the second food hits it. You’re not in town anymore, Simon decided it would be better if the two of you took some time out in the country, where it was safe and you’d have time and space to do the things you loved. Running with your dog, swimming in the lake, breathing the fresh air. Truth is, you don’t feel like doing anything. Your legs are too tired, you’re sleepy, you’re tired. You’re very tired. 

You heard him on the phone earlier. His voice was hoarse and low, he argued you wouldn’t want to receive visits. You could tell whoever it was - was insisting, pushing him too hard into allowing them to visit you. He blatantly denied, and you could feel his mood changing in a bit of seconds, his patience running low and the moment he turned off and let out a huge snort; and it had been perhaps two hours since that happened.

You let out a tired sigh, your empty sad eyes stare down at a small sign of movement under the window you were staring at. A little cocoon, seeming to be still inhabited, was hanging from a little line in there. You knew it was supposed to keep hanging till the moment that little caterpillar metamorphosed into a butterfly, and broke the shell, flying out freely. But for some reason you can’t understand - as well as many things in nature, this one cocoon is about to fall.

Your shaky hands reach out for it and before it hit the ground, you carefully pull it and it detaches without a second guess. You take a small look around the room and grab a small empty cup where the water you were supposed to have drunk evaporated, and place the small thing inside of it.

“There you go.” You mutter, the first time you hear your own voice in days, maybe weeks. 

Some things aren’t supposed to happen. And you’re not supposed to die without being conceived the chance of living, even if only for a day.

You reach for Simon downstairs, minutes later. Looking pale for the lack of food you’ve been putting yourself through, tired for even standing, collateral effects of the strong medication you’re taking for the sake of your life. 

“Baby.” You mutter, and he turns instantly from the alluring stare he was giving the fireplace. Your man’s sitting in a cozy armchair, drinking tea - cold at this point - and dissociating just like yourself. You blame yourself for a second: how can you put him through so much? Isn’t he suffering as much as you, why are you isolating him?

“Yes, my love?” He quickly responds, like he craves for hearing more of you. “Another nightmare?” he asks, standing to come closer to you.

You shook your head. “No… I found this.” you show the cup between your hands; Simon doesn’t seem to get it at first glance. “A butterfly. It’ll come out anytime, the cocoon is moving.” you state.

“Oh.” He raises an eyebrow, and sighs a little. “What a cute thing… Should we put it in the garden?” He asks, so much calm in his voice you feel yourself a little lighter. 

“I want to see it.” You state. “The butterfly, I don’t know what type it will be, I’m curious.” 

Simon looks at you like love would, if love was a person. He’s as tired as you, you can tell. Maybe his legs work a bit more than yours and his hands have the capacity of doing the hard work still, but his mind is as empty as yours.

“Of course.” He nods, and reaches for his own coat, placing it around your shoulders. You feel warm and cozy to the smell of him. “We can watch, come on.” he suggests, and grabs onto your hand. 

His squeeze is light and calm, and your body follows him instinctively, not thinking about anything but the comfort you crave right now.

For the past few days, the only thing you could think of was the void in your belly. The void you haven’t felt in months; when you told him you were pregnant, Simon stared at you in complete despair and horror for at least ten excruciating silent minutes. You weren’t used to the idea as well, you’d have to interrupt your current work, you’d have to dedicate yourself to learn the slightest about being a mother.

It is a lie that every woman is born knowing how to hold a baby. When the two of you would visit some of your friends and their children, you’d try to picture yourself as holding your own baby instead of holding theirs. You couldn’t. They’d tell you that oh, god, don’t hold him like this, while laughing. But for you that was a sinful despairing moment.

Simon knew better than you, as a matter of fact. He held babies correctly, unintentionally - but very correctly. 

You didn’t know if you were supposed to feel envious of his natural ability or proud of having this man as a daddy to your baby. 

You learnt to love the little thing growing in your belly. He did, too. He would often bring gifts to you - keeping track with your cravings, and also buying things for the baby. Baby’s little room would be full soon enough. This little creature who wasn’t even born yet was everywhere around your house. The worries about conciliating Simon’s work with your pregnancy were starting to catch the two of you off guard, and soon as he asked for a license to take care of his pregnant wife, that day. That night. So much pain, so much blood. He wasn’t a small lifeless fetus anymore, it was a whole baby. It was a girl. She had a name. 

Some things aren’t supposed to happen. 

“Your parents want to visit.” He mutters, the two of you sitting in the swinging chairs by the garden, surrounded by dozens of different kinds of flowers. The weather is fairly cold, but you don’t feel it with his coat around yourself. “Told them you wouldn’t want to.

“I don’t.” You agree. “Tell them I need time.”

“I did.” He fixes the coat you have around yourself, and glares into you as the sky fades into deeper tones of dark blue. “I was a little less polite than that, but I did.”

“If you weren’t, they wouldn’t listen.” You argue, looking at him now, too. Your eyes fall deep into the void of his own. 

For the first time in those two painful weeks, you can feel his pain flowing through his damaged soul. Like yours. 

“I know. Terribly stubborn blood you have, dear.” he mutters, moving your hair off your face. “Did you manage to eat something today?”

“No. I’m sorry.” You mutter, your voice failing for the first time.

“Don’t do this to me.” His voice comes out pained like yours. He closes his eyes, and his jaw clenches in sadness when he sees the tears start gleaming through your eyes. “Don’t apologize. Don’t cry…” he asks in an almost begging voice.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, love, this is all my fault, it’s-” you catch your breath in your throat and suddenly, you’re falling apart. Days of nothing, weeks of not feeling anything but pain in your chest, despair, panic, and now you’re falling apart in front of him. Your tears stream down your face like overflowing rivers. “It’s my fault.” You say, grabbing handfuls of your hair and tugging your face on your knees. 

Simon feels his own eyes get drenched as he can’t hold his own rivers by seeing you like this. He kneels down to the ground in front of you, pulling your hands from your hair, carefully stopping you from hurting yourself; feels excruciating to him to be able to do nothing.

“It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.” He mutters, and you feel your body moving up. He holds you like you’re lightweight and takes his seat where you were sat at, now, holding you like a baby against his lap. You tuck your face on his chest now, the tears wetting his shirt, your painful voice coming out in low groans of pain, a painful cry of a mother who lost her children. The sad dead eyes of a father who watched this happening and couldn’t do nothing about it. The grief of parents, who didn’t have the chance of raising their children.

“Why? It hurts so much, so much.” You say beneath your cry, your eyes drenched, your face red from all of the crying. His hand is caressing the back of your head as he silently cries.

“I know. I know it hurts.” his voice is almost a blow of the wind, a whisper. “I can’t possibly know how it feels for your, my darling, but it feels bloody excruciating to me, everyday. I miss her all of the time.” He admits, his voice like the one of a kid who just lost its parents. “I miss talking to her, feeling her kick in. I miss her.” 

For the past few days, the two of you seemed to be speaking in foreign languages.

Couldn’t understand each other. Couldn’t comprehend. He was in pain, so were you. None of you could see each other, understand each other. The two of you needed space. The fights, the screaming, his complaints about your refusal to get help and your anger for not feeling understood.

Right now, you feel understood.

Who could understand a grieving mother more, than the kid’s grieving father?

You miss moments that didn’t exist. That didn’t even happen.

You shouldn’t have died without even getting the chance of living. Even if for a day.

“I’d give anything to have a day with her. A fucking day, just one.” You mutter in admission, as you hug in his arms and feel his warmth start to make you calmer by the second. Simon closes his eyes in acknowledgement.

“Me too, darling. And I don’t know what can we possibly do so this hurts any less, but I’m pretty sure we can make it easier if we’re together in this.” He affirms, his hand reaching for your face and washing away your tears. You look at his eyes for the very first time in weeks now. “We face it together.” 

The sky is painted in dark blue now as night approaches and the cold finally starts rising completely. You feel it hitting your skin, as Simon has you in his arms and you hum a low lullaby to the air. He runs his hand across your belly like he somehow tries to heal you from the void you’ve been feeling.

If she feels empty, then I’ll fill her with my own love.

You close your eyes and even though in this terribly uncomfortable position, you feel warm, and you feel cared. You rest. You fall asleep in a matter of seconds

None of you had awakened in time to see the cocoon hatch and the butterfly fly out. But for the past months, for the past years - when you were facing the task of emptying your baby’s room along with Simon, or when you were working - and even in other times, when you’d catch yourself thinking about her, you’d see a blue butterfly flying around you. 

Simon was too skeptical to believe, but even so, he’d always catch every butterfly he’d see, and bring it to you. “Look, who’s coming to visit!”

[titaswrld]

daddy issues!

description: wade comforting you after having some serious daddy issues!

paring: wade wilson x fem reader

contains: angst, comfort, some dark themes, kinda 18+, daddy issues, dark descriptions of alcoholism, homelessness, just kinda sad

w.c: 1.7k

|an: lowk self indulgent highkey sad, i feel like this is kinda butt but lmk, also couldn’t decide if it should be wade pre or post deadpool so it’s up for you 🫵🏽 to decide. smut next i promise.

your dad has been a reoccurring factor in your life since you were nine; your parents divorced, he fell off the wagon, and he was almost a deadbeat alcoholic. except, despite it all, that was your daddy. that’s what hurt the most. you loved him, and he loved you, but he loved alcohol more.

your relationship with your dad was hard. he was your hero growing up; he was the coolest person you knew. playing his guitar, showing you the best kind of music, making you the best food, and showing you the best of film when he was sober. when he was drunk, he was unhinged and emotional, always terrorizing anybody and anything in his path.

as you grew up, you learned to just shut him out, accepting him for who he was. He tried rehab; it didn’t work. after he missed your high school graduation, your eighteenth birthday, and your college graduation, you learned to accept him when he’s sober and shut him out when he’s not. it wasn’t worth it. you spent half of your teenage years convincing him to quit; you spent too long trying to show him how much his drinking affected the people around him, but no dice. you learned to “forgive” him for the lost time, or more so, just get over it—the trauma, all of it. It still affected you, but convincing yourself you were “healed” worked better in your favor, as opposed to dwelling on what cannot be fixed.

it’s been a year since you’ve seen him face-to-face, and despite the occasional text telling your dad you love him and little life updates with the occasional response, he didn’t know much. a lot has changed about your life since then. that loser boyfriend your dad knew of, you dumped. a few months later, you meet your boyfriend, wade wilson. he was a character, and you loved him for it. you wish your dad could’ve met him before the alcohol got to his brain; he would’ve loved him.

honestly, you don’t think about your dad often, but when you do, you really go through it. it’s hard to hear how he’s doing, knowing his health is slowly declining, knowing you’ll never get your old daddy back; all these memories with him are just memories now, and you’re likely to never experience things like that with him again. Wade knew of this; he knew all about your dad. and he hated his guts, which he knew upset you, but he couldn’t help it.

he knew you were blindsided by the love you had for your father, but he fucking wasn’t. hearing about the things he’s done to you, the things he put you through, the things he wasn’t there for, and the way he traumatized you, he thought he was nothing but a selfish asshole, but of course he never said those words to you; all he did was hold you as you spoke about it and wipe your tears as he calmed you down with crude jokes, your favorite chick flicks, and takeout.

wade had his own daddy issues, but he killed his dad in cold blood, so he knew to just keep his mouth shut on the matter and do his boyfriend duties, comforting you and making sure that at the end of the day that you were okay.

today, you and wade were sitting on your bed, watching ta, and eating your favorite snacks.. until your stomach dropped as you saw that you received a text from your dad.

Hi, beautiful daughter. 😘

nothing bad, good…good. he seemed sober enough, so you decided to type out a response. hiding your phone from wade, as he laughed at something that happened in the show, he always told you to stop responding to him: “he’s drunk, he’s alone, and he wants someone to. bother; don’t let that drunk fuck ruin your days like that.” he’d always tell you..you never listened.

Hey dad! What’s up?

when your phone started ringing with an incoming call from "Daddy🩷,", you knew you were screwed. he always called you when he was drunk, and you always ignored him, saying you had bad signal, or were out and about, and he’d keep calling back and fourth until he eventually gave up.

“fuck!” you exclaimed. wade turned his head to see why you had shouted, and when he found out why, his expression dropped. jesus christ. but wade was sensing something off; you kept staring at the screen, your thumb inching toward the green button, as opposed to the one that read “message” to type out an excuse.

“youre going to accept the call? have you been smoking too much ganja? you need to lay off sweetheart.” he’d stated, wide-eyed and bewildered, that you’d accept the call. you always told him about what he’d say when you’d occasionally accept those calls.

“i kind of dug myself into a hole; he knows i’m on my phone. i can’t just ignore it, plus it’s been months. can..can you just stay in the room, please? i’ll put it on speaker; if it gets too much, i’ll just hang up. i can’t be alone when i talk to him.” you responded, panicking, trying to get all the words out before the phone stopped ringing. you knew it was stupid, but you felt so bad. you didn’t have the heart to ignore him today, knowing he was drunk and alone. you were all he had.

wade audibly sighed, seeing you so panicked and scared. how could he say no to you? “okay, okay, yes, answer it.”

you let out a shaky breath and answered the phone. you and wade heard a drunken “hey princess!” and you responded. long story short, it was the most transforming, life-altering, traumatizing conversion of your life. he told multiple stories, telling you about how he’s friends with all of these celebrities, having meetings with keanu reeves and brad pitt, how he was homeless and living on the streets for weeks until he finally found a hotel to stay at, how he got jumped, died for 8 minutes, then came back, how he’s famous, and how your mom was using him for fame.

all these stories proved to you how far gone he really was and how he’s not the same dad you knew and loved. you sat at the edge of the bed listening to every one, letting out the occasional response while tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. wade watched with a sad expression on his face. he rubbed your back to let you know he was there and you weren’t alone.

but then your dad started talking about how sorry he is, how sorry he is that he didn’t attend your high school graduation, how sorry he is that he hasn’t been much of a daddy these past few years, how he misses you and wishes he could hold and hug his beautiful daughter, and how proud he was that you were his daughter. how he was so proud of you and all your accomplishments.

as he started talking about this, his voice cracking and your drunken slur fading, you’d crawled into your boyfriend's lap, phone in hand, and hot tears rushing down your cheeks. this is when he started showing that he was still there; pieces of him were still in tact. you wanted to save him so badly, but that wasn’t your job, and even if there was no way to achieve that, he was gone, and you knew that.

wades expression began to crack as he felt a pang in his chest. as he felt your body wrack with more silent sobs, he cradled you in his lap, his nose nuzzled into your scalp, placing a lasting kiss so you knew he was still there. listening to everything your dad told you—in the flesh, he couldn’t believe it. the way he got mad at you for begging him to stop being so negative, the way he got mad and told you he wasn’t worth your tears once he heard your sniffles and strained voice—he’s never wanted to kill someone more, but knowing it would break your heart, of course he refrained. wade had never been this silent in his entire life.

after an hour of holding back, wade finally tapped the mute button in the middle of another one of your dad's drunken rambles.

“hang up; it’s over; it’s done with; you don’t need to listen to him anymore,” he stated sternly.

“i can't—i can't—he has nobody else.” you looked up at him, cheeks red and puffy, eyes sunken and swollen. he could hardly stand looking at you this way.

“babe, hang up the phone. i-i can’t look at you like this, and listen to the things he’s saying to you.” he said, sincerity laced within his tone and a worried expression plastered on his face.

you unmuted and gave your father an unbelievable excuse that he fought against but ultimately gave up on after you wouldn’t let up. after your dad hung up, you got off of wade's lap, reclaiming your seat at the edge of the bed. looking like a shell-shocked soldier, you put your head in your hands and wracked out more sobs as your body shook along with them.

“lt’s okay, honey; let it all out.” wade said from your side as his hand slid under your shirt and on your back as he began to rub small circles on your exposed skin.

as you began to calm down, you wiped your tears. your eyes were finally tired of all the crying, and your chest was in unbelievable pain from all the sobs that had escaped your lips. you said nothing as you climbed into bed, curling up into his chest as he took you in kindly, bringing the bedsheets up over the both of you to conceal you in the warmth of himself and the blanket.

“i know exactly what you’re going to want after this,” he said, cradling you in his chest and stroking your hair.

“what?” you said, your voice hoarse and muffled in his chest.

“hmmm… you’ll want to cook dinner together while we listen to chappell roan…watch she’s the man... then have hot, mushy, passionate sex.” he said in a matter-of-fact tone with some playfulness laced in between.

“wow, you know me so well.” you laughed into his chest, sending vibrations through his body, which caused a smile to break out on his face, bingo.

“well, looks like we better start soon huh?” he said, getting out of bed and flinging you over his shoulder like a rag doll to the kitchen. heart swelling as he heard more of that laughter he knows and loves.

[velvetm00light]

Trust

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Chapter Five of Save Me

Previous Chapters: one, two, three (y/n), three (spencer), four

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Spencer keeps his promise to take care of you and makes you breakfast but as you have breakfast in bed, he sours the mood by suggesting he go to your apartment to retrieve your clothes. When he returns, he seems to have gotten a little ahead of himself and decides to show you what he means.

Warnings: smut, domxsub, praise kink, PinV, hickeys, nipple play, cursing, strip teasing.

A/N: Feeling a little smutty, you're welcome. ;) Also, if you guys have any requests for one-shots or even things you might like to see happen in this series, I'd love to hear ya'lls ideas! I'm most just writing these chapters as I get some ideas and will probably post one-shots when I'm stuck on what else to write for this series. But anyway, I hope ya'll eat this shit up like I did while I was writing it.

THE SUN SPILLS A warm light through the curtains on Spencer's bedroom window. Spencer's arm is wrapped across your waist, holding you tightly against his body. His breath on the back of your neck. You realize you could stay like this forever, screw water, food, and work.

You hear a mumbling behind you so you twist your body within his grip to face a sleepy Spencer, his eyes adjusting to the rich, honey light pouring into the room. "Good morning, love."

"Good morning, Spence." A lazy smile splays across your face and he returns yours with one of his own. He pulls you into him even further, his hand finding it's way to the back of your head and pulling your face into his bare chest. You wouldn't complain if you spent the entire day like this, no matter how badly your throat burns from the lack of water, or how badly your stomach grumbles. You don't care how stiff your limbs get, you just want this feeling to last a lifetime. If only you could bottle this feeling up and get drunk on it.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

You hum lowly, thinking of the many inappropriate things you could say, but decide to save them for later. "Whatever you're in the mood to make," you settle on.

"What are your favorite kind of pancakes?"

"Chocolate chip."

"Perfect."

You whine at the sudden emptiness of the space beside you. "You stay your pretty ass right there, I'll be back."

You decide to do as commanded, but only because you're still so exhausted. But, your mind can't help but start imagining what he must look like out there, cooking breakfast for you in nothing but his boxers. Suddenly, you feel wide awake.

You smile to yourself as you slowly climb out of bed, your bones and muscles barking at you to lay the hell down. Seeing him practically naked is way more important than comfortability right now.

You tip toe through across his bedroom floor and make your way to the door you didn't even notice that he left agape, probably because he knew you'd want to watch him. You're a hands-on learner though, so you creep along the living room until you reach the kitchen. You wrap your arms around his waist and settle your cheek onto his back.

"Fuck!" He yelps. You can't contain the giggle that erupts out of your throat. "Didn't I tell you to stay in bed?"

The smile is wiped completely off your face and replaced by shock and desire at his commanding tone. "I couldn't help myself, you just look so inviting."

"You're lucky," he begins, then shuts his mouth quickly and turns his head back towards the pancake batter you interrupted him from making.

"I agree that I'm very lucky, but I'm interested to know why you think so," you purr. You release your arms from him as he turns to face you. Heat rises to your cheeks and into your core at the smirk that spreads across his face. He places his hands on the counter of either side of him as his gaze travels up and down your body. "Are you sure you want me to say it?"

"Yes, I'd love to hear it." But, nothing could've prepared you for what actually came out of his mouth.

He takes your chin in his hand and pulls your face just inches from his. "You're lucky that I care about how you feel and your aching body, because I tend to punish bad girls who can't listen."

There's a throbbing that starts in your center and you almost choke on your own spit. "Is that so?"

"Oh, absolutely. So, go lay back in bed like a good girl while I make you breakfast. Enjoy the show from in there." He tilts his chin in the direction of his bedroom. Your legs turn to jello as desire pools in your core.

"Yes, sir," you smirk mockingly. The evidence of his arousal at your submission in his boxers. You let your gaze slowly travel downwards, the bulge barely contained by the thin fabric. As you raise your gaze up to his again, the smile is off his face and his eyes are aflame with thirst. You grin innocently up at him and turn on your heels back towards the bedroom.

After breakfast was brought to you in bed and you and Spencer enjoyed an intimate morning with each other, your mood has quickly turned sour.

"You don't have to come, I can do it myself," Spencer suggests. He recommended just after breakfast that instead of looking like a little boy from the 1950s, your clothes should be retrieved from your apartment one way or another.

"I don't know if you should just go digging into my closet alone," you start, but you don't continue when you see the sly smile that tugs on his lips and the arch of his eyebrow.

"Is there something you don't want me to see?"

"What? No! I'm just..private."

"You only have two options, so pick one."

You groan in frustration. "You really know how to ruin the mood, you know that?"

"Pardon me for not wanting to be seen in public with you dressed like that. People might mistake you as my son."

"Hey! Asshole. You gave me these clothes!"

"And I think you look adorable. and frankly, I look adorable in them. Hence why they're my clothes."

"You're so annoying," you say, trying to prevent the smile threatening to spill onto your face. You swat him in the arm and he easily catches your wrist. "Careful," he purrs.

"Fine, you can go alone."

"As you wish," he says sweetly, kissing the back of the hand currently in his grasp. Too soon, he leaves his side of the bed and begins to dress. "Is there anything else you might need?" He asks, looking over his shoulder at you as he buttons up his shirt.

"I guess all my toiletries would be smart. I'm not going to use boy products on my hair."

"Hey, I'll have you know, I use some pretty high quality shampoo and conditioner. You don't get hair like this by treating it like shit," he states, pointing to the mop of chocolate curls on his head.

"You do have really nice hair."

"That's what I'm saying."

He finishes dressing himself and before he leaves you to your own devices inside his apartment, he puts a finger under your chin and lifts it up so he can meet your eyes. Without saying a word, he places a tender kiss on your forehead. "Don't get into any trouble while I'm gone."

"Is that an order?"

"Always."

You wave goodbye from the comfort of his bed as he blows you a kiss from his spot at the front door. Then all too soon, he disappears into the hallway and you're all alone in his apartment.

This time, you don't fight the urge to go through his things just like you'd bet your life on the fact he's definitely about to go through yours. You start with the bedroom, a picture of his beautiful mother and him in a golden frame on his night stand, along with a charger, some chapstick, and an alarm clock. Boring.

More pictures from his childhood are placed deliberately across his dresser. His shoes, mostly black and brown dress shoes all polished to a shine, are lined up neatly in a row at the bottom of his open closet, sweaters, cardigans, and button-up shirts alike neatly hung.

You wander into his living room, and your eyes sweep across your surroundings. The hundreds of books placed upon bookshelves throughout the entire apartment, his prized copy of War and Peace on the coffee table that he probably reads every morning before work. Plants are scattered around the apartment, taller ones placed on the floor next to bookshelves and windows, with the smaller ones placed on shelves and his desk.

You launch yourself into his books, taking out book after book, inspecting covers and summaries. You come across a light blue book with the illustration of a cloud on the cover titled In Cold Blood by Truman Capote. You shrug and decide to give it a shot - if you're going to be out of work for at least the next month, you might as well do something with your time other than oogle at Spencer although you would definitely enjoying spending the entire time oogling.

You're so captivated in the story you don't hear Spencer return to the apartment, your clothes and toiletries in tow. You almost jump out of your skin entirely when he suddenly puts a hand on your shoulder. "Fuck! You scared the shit of me," you pant, whipping your head around towards him.

He bursts into a laugh and only calms down enough to say, "Pay back."

"Thank you for getting my clo-" you start, and when he sets down the bags in front of you, you notice a bright red garment sticking out. Noticing your puzzled expression, Spencer reaches for the garment and pulls it out to reveal a sexy red lingerie bodysuit you probably haven't worn in a few years. "Oh my god, Spencer!"

"What? I thought this might come in handy." He smiles at you innocently.

"You're a freak, you know that?"

"You have no idea," he whispers, barely audible enough for you to hear.

"What was that?"

"I said, you have no idea."

"No idea about what?"

"How much of a freak I can be," he says unflinchingly. You squirm under his ravenous gaze.

"Oh, really? Enlighten me."

Both brows rise as he takes in your words. "Oh, my love. I don't think you mean that."

"And what if I do?"

"Then prove it. Undress and spread yourself on my bed," he smirks. Your eyes widen at his request. Your whole body heats as he patiently waits for you to abandon your book and spot on the couch. "Or would you rather me do it for you?"

The corners of your lips tug upwards and you decide to cease the moment to tease him as he did you this morning. "I can do it myself."

He motions for you to go on and you rise from your spot on the couch, but instead of walking away from him and into the bedroom, you stand directly in front of him. Your hand gravitates to his waistband. You hook a finger into his waistband and pull him into the room with you.

"Someone's needy," he coos.

As you stop him at the foot of the bed, you release his waistband and immediately use your fingers to slowly lift up the sweater, revealing your bare breasts underneath. Spencer sucks in a sharp breath, obviously expecting you to have had worn something under the sweater he gave you. The thought of you walking around bare under his sweater all morning starts to drive him wild.

Your fingers play with the waistband of the shorts he provided for you. You notice him becoming impatient, the need coursing through his blood turning him almost animal. You let the shorts drop to the floor, to reveal you weren't wearing anything else under his shorts either.

You slowly back up to the bed, bracing your hands on either side of you and crawling backwards. "Spread those pretty legs for me."

You do as asked and he's instantly upon you. "You look so pretty spread out for me," he says as he begins to trail kisses down your jaw line, all the way down your neck and to your collarbones, kissing even gentler over the healing cuts along your skin. You gasp as he sucks the skin of your breasts, and your skin aches at his touch.

"Spence.." you gasp at the electricity that runs through you as he takes your nipple between his teeth and tugs. He coaxes whimpers from you as he continues to work both of your nipples, one with his tongue and teeth, the other with his fingers.

He withdraws from your nipples and places delicate kisses down your abdomen. As he reaches your core, he nibbles on your inner thighs instead. He picks up his head and stares at you from between your thighs. God, you wish you could take a picture of him right now, you'll never tire of the site of his head between your legs. "How do you want me to please you, my love?"

"I want...need all of you. But, gently please. And be patient, I'm not sure if I'll be able to..you know..deal with it, just yet," you admit.

"We'll stop when you say so," he promises, "just focus on me. You're safe."

You nod, and he's lays kisses along your body back up until he reaches your lips. He crashes his lips against yours in a sensual kiss. Your tongues dance together in tandem. Spencer undresses himself, not breaking the kiss as he unbuttons his shirt and throws it off. He breaks off the kiss and you're left with swollen lips and an insatiable desire for the man above you. "Do you trust me?" He asks in a low voice.

"With my life."

He pounces on you again, your lips tangling with each others, his tip nudging your entrance. "You're so wet for me," he breathes into your mouth as he deliberately slides in to the hilt. You adjust around his hardening length, refusing to think of anything in this moment except how long you've waited for this moment, never believing your fantasies would actually come true.

He gently rocks into you, pleasure immediately filling your entire body. Your skin turns to fire as he uses a calloused hand to explore your entire body while his tongue explores your mouth. He keeps a slow pace, tilting upwards to hit your sweet spot. "Oh, god..Spencer," you moan shakily. You roll your hips in rhythm with his, maximizing both of your pleasures.

You both deepen the kiss, moaning into each others mouths, unable to get enough of each other. You halt the kiss, his pace never ceasing as he eases in and out of you in loving motions. "I want you to fuck me."

"Are you sure?"

"Consider it making it up to me for hiding your feelings from me all these years."

"You're playing a dangerous game, (y/n)," he smirks as he drives into you. A gasp escapes from your lips and you dig your nails in his bare back, his muscles working beneath your grip. "Beg for it."

"Please, Spence. I need it, I need you," you plead, bucking your hips upwards.

"You're so pretty when you beg," he smiles, giving into your desires and thrusts into you roughly, your climax rising towards you.

"Spencer, oh god!" You cry out, a wave of ecstasy crashing into you.

"Louder, don't hold back."

You cry out again as he drives deeper into you.

"You're taking me so well, my love. I'm so proud of you," he purrs into your ear.

You finally reach your climax at his praise, arching your back off the bed and towards his sweating body. He follows you over, his moans of pleasure music to your ears. He slides out of you, his chest heaving as he reads your face.

"You look so good beneath me, you know that?"

"You look even better above me."

You smile at each other and he withdraws from you, coming back with a soft towel and cleans you up himself. "I'll run a bath for you."

"Thank you, Spence." A nice hot bath sounds like the perfect way to allow yourself to readjust after everything that just happened. Your brain still comprehending the fact that this is real and not just another one of your fantasies. Maybe if you're lucky, he'll join you in the bath and help you indulge in another one of your fantasies.

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[dehemetera]

Omg I can’t believe I am actually posting her. Pls enjoy my precious oc and her wardrobe

Below you can find all the head canons I wrote so far about her, the relationship she has with her squad and with the other significant captains/lieutenants of the Gotei 13

Mira Komamura

General head canons

‌originally from the 4th squad ( vet section) on her own request as she doesn't really like to throw hands.

was assigned to captain Komamura strict medical crew when almost no one knew about his real appearance; specifically, she was tasked with providing emotional support for Sajin's social anxiety.

‌”Captain!? How did you dare to hide that lovely snoot for such a long time?! "

yes, she was basically his emotional support puppy.

as it happens very often, Sajin grew fond for his emotional support puppy and decided to adopt her ( literally) as his brand new sister, then insisted to move her to the 7th.

western origins ( abuses this 🤌🏼 while talking ).

fav animal: humpback whale.

fav food: eats almost everything, watch your hands. Really, this girl is a few snacks away from being your best friend. But if she had to pick one, it'll probably be french fries, no dressing, just salt.

‌fav colour : cold hues in general, blue/green/ purple.

likes stars. Like a whole lot. You give her something with stars on, she's gonna love it. She hoards things with stars on it. She doodles them on everything at hand. When friends are sad, she scribbles a star on the palm of their hand.

‌" you're now under the sign of the good vibes star. You can now enjoy the rest of your day. You're welcome."

now imagine her doing this on Captain Zaraki's hand and Iba's cold sweats thinking how to tell the poor Sajin about his adopted sister's premature departure.

the good vibes star must work thou, cause Kenpachi just patted her head like she was a puppy and walked away. Iba thanked whatever god was listening at that moment.

sassy AF

sarcasm native speaker.

cracks 2.000.000 dirty jokes in between three regular words.

must focus not to drop inconvenient comments during each Captains/ lieutenant meetings.

looks like a black cat personality at the beginning.

turns into a weird dancing parrot when comfortable around someone.

has a ridiculous attention span.

world of the living connoisseur ( western side). Spent several decades studying it by living among living people.

terrible traditional swordsmanship skills.

got Jedi Lightsaber classes on Earth and actually developed a pretty efficient fighting style; ‌Iba is genuinely confused and slightly concerned about that but as long as it works...

likes to sing, not very good at that but still on the average ( usually makes silly dances while singing to underline the lyrics).

pretty skilled belly dancer ( which at some extent she uses in controlling her shikai) but definitely won't dance in public cause she's too shy for that .

very body positive about other people, excessively critic about her own body.

very good painter. She mostly paint with her hands (" advanced kindergarten art skills") but could also use sponges, pieces or paper or rags, leaves, basically everything but a brush;‌most of the times she just likes to make little silly doodles.

then she turns those doodles into stickers and spread them across the seireitei.

Byakuya Kuchiki knows the Shinigami women's association held a secret meeting in his mansion when he finds small stickers with sassy quotes around the house.

take her to the water park; She just loves it.

beach girl

just loves to hang out in the water

‌of course this is the perfect excuse for captain Hirako to make jokes about her liking to be wet

she never denied the statement. 👍🏼

excellent resistence to alcohol. Hard to get drunk.

when that does happen though, she just unleashes all the power or her sass/ sarcasm/ unhinged comments

this usually leads to pretty amusing express stand up comedy shows where she eventually ends up oversharing something she would've preferred to keep for herself

pretends not to remember anything if the topic is pointed out the day after

About the 7th squad

she was gladly welcomed as lieutenant by almost all the soldiers due to her sincere support towards former Captain Komamura

Those affectionate soldiers appreciate her chill attitude prone to jokes and fun as a good balance to Iba’s serious demeanour

She introduced music during workouts and trainings. Music from the west, of course

Now witness the fierce 7th brigade soldiers casually humming Bad Romance while doing their daily chores.

Since Mira’s office is the coziest and most decorated once, Iba started throwing Shinigami Men’s Association meetings inthere

For Iba’s birthday, Mira decided to gift him a new HQ for his meetings by renovating an old, unused warehouse in the barracks, asking Ikkaku some help to edible and renovate the old furniture

Connections

Sajin Komamura : regardless of his full on canine appearance he is still officially her brother by previous adoption. Mira still takes good care of him, she has the most luxurious dog bed in her office for him to stop by. She also got him one of those speaking buttons board humans give their dogs to communicate.

Tetsuzaemon Iba : is definitely like a dad. All of their interactions have the warm yet bickering feeling of a father/daughter dynamic, including: communication issues, dad being jealous and over protective of his precious daughter when men buzz around, not understanding slangs. Mira signed up for Iba’s fan club to show support to her dad.

Shunsui Kyoraku : calls her Mira-chan and likes to invite her to drink together. He pays great attention to her drunken monologues as they’re usually pretty straightforward and accurate analysis of the current state of the Seireitei. He definitely trusts her guts and intuition in picking up the overall morale of the squads. Mira also signed up for his fan club ‘cause he’s the big boss and deserves support. Nanao Ise firmly oppose this.

Rose Otoribashi: is the only one whom has ever seen Mira dance. They sometime shares music afternoons with Rose playing music and her using it to practice her dance. They have a very respectful and delicate bond revolving on mutual arts appreciation.

Izuru Kira: it took them some time to get along due to Kira being really private person. Now they’re kinda cool about each other and Mira often tries to cheer him up telling him the whole hole in the chest thing is metal AF.

Shinji Hirako: this man bribed Mira in joining his fan club by offering her a bag of weed infused gummy bears. It worked. They operate at the highest level of shenanigans and communicate almost exclusively by flirting. Bombastic side eyes darting across the captain’s council room during meetings when they know the other one would be just about dropping the sassiest sh*t that would cost them the career. Regularly hangs out together both in the Soul Society and on Earth. Part of their flirt jokes revolves around the fact they would gladly date each other (but never actually did that).

Momo Hinamori: was the first to show Mira support when she was promoted to lieutenant. Therefore, Mira loves this girl and brings her gifts, treats and loves spending time together for a tea time. They share a heavy betrayal trauma and do their best to support each other in their healing journey.

Renji & Rukia: if Iba is her dad, Renji is her bro and Rukia is the sister in law you actually like more than your own brother. The three of them have a weekly “world of the living pop culture” themed night to binge watch series and movie marathons. Burping competitions between Mira and Renji are mandatory and Rukia is the judge.

Matsumoto Ranjiku: these two can love and hate each other depending on the mood and the topic. Sometimes they look like besties laughing together and mutually complimenting , ten minutes later they’re fighting over something, usually Matsumoto habit of exploiting men using her beauty.

Kenpachi Zaraki: these two really get along for reasons. Mira actually feels safe around him cause who would ever dare to fuck around close to him? She also thinks he’s illegally hot but never dared to voice that, not she would ever try to approach him with intentions. She just likes to fantasize about that amazing mass of wonder. On Kenpachi’s side, he likes to have a new brat messing around him without being scared, it feels heartwarming and nostalgic, sometimes feeds her the same candies he used to buy for Yachiru. Since Mira’s birthday is right after Kenpachi’s, she usually shows up at the 11th barracks with a cake to share to celebrate both their birthdays.

Ikkaku Madarame: for the better time they’ve been knowing each other, he just passively tolerated her, enjoying her little shows from time to time but never payed too much attention to the new lieutenant of the 7th squad. Then Mira came to ask his help in renovating the warehouse for Iba’s birthday gift and since the process took quite some time, they had the chance to spend time together, getting to know each other during those long crafty nights of recycling furniture. He is now heavily crushing on her and gets a little shaky and mildly flustered when she’s around, with Yumichika largest amusement. Mira has always appreciated her fellow colleague and was glad to have the chance to build up some kind of relationship with him but she’s genuinely confused by his friendly yet shifty and sometimes awkward behaviour towards her (she’s not good in getting the hint).

Yumichika Ayasegawa: oh the tea they spill. They don’t meet very often but when they do the amount of information they share can compete with the finest Seieitei’s intelligence. Sometimes they go shopping together. Yumichika tries his best to create opportunities for Ikkaku to be there when Mira comes over.

If you managed to read this far, thank you 💕

Some captains/ lieutenants are missing to the list but I already have them written, maybe I will add them in some future post.

Definitely expect more drawings about Mira’s adventures. I have more on the making (like about her zampakuto and other stuff.

I hope you enjoyed this little piece of my imagination,

✨comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated ✨

[papaver-decervicatus]

Headcanons- Enzo Reyes

Hello everyone! I am still swamped with college work but I wanted to post something so here's a little HC page I have had brewing for a while. Expect Rudy and Nova's soon! Also, I have discovered I absolutely love Reyes, and it's a shame he gets so forgotten about. God, I love a strong nose on a person, fan-freaking-tastic. Cura Ut Veleas! ~ Ceadis

Born November 13th, 1987, in Regina, Canada.

His parents were never married and had a contentious co-parenting relationship throughout his life

He moved with his mother to Alberta when he was 7, so he mostly saw his father over breaks and such

He is ¼ Tsuut'ina on his father's side (his father is half Tsuut'ina and half Spanish,) the two bonded over trapping and hunting. When he’s home, he will stay with his cousins on the reserve to go hunting with them.

Complex relationship with eating meat: believes you should only hunt/kill an animal ethically and for sustenance. Morally opposed to food waste. 

Can skin a deer in record time and not waste any meat/material from it. 

Complicated relationship with Catholicism, but both his mother and father are, at least partially, Roman Catholic.

Both of his parents married others, he has a year older step-sister on his father's side and two younger half-brothers (3 years younger and 5 years younger) on his mother's side. 

At age 13 he got into a massive fight with his mother over something silly (he forgot to turn in a take-home math quiz,) so he hitchhiked his way to his father over the course of 5 days. This is when he picked up his forgery skills from a truck driver he got a ride with. 

He accidentally evaded the police who were searching for him until he showed up at his father's house unharmed. 

Extremely proficient in hunting tracking and forgery. 

More than anything the police were just impressed he evaded them so well once he was delivered home safely. Was recommended to join the military by one of the deputies that brought him home. 

His first language was French (his mother speaks mostly French), second was Spanish (under his father.) Didn’t speak any English until he was 6 or so. Barely speaks French anymore unless with his mom. Is still fluent in Spanish. Also knows minimal Tsuut’ina to communicate while staying with his family that only speaks it. 

Terrible alcohol tolerance, 2 drinks and he’s wasted. 

Incredibly emotionally drunk. 

Chuy once convinced him to watch a nature documentary while drunk. He cried for thirty minutes when a baby seal got eaten by an orca. 

The least braggadocious guy ever, will never volunteer his skills or talk about them. 

That being said, he never backs down from a challenge. Just humbly accepts it and usually wins. 

The only person who can hunt/track a target better than Price.

Price fucking hates it.

Best friends with Chuy. Package deal. 

Enzo is incredibly shy but extroverted, he loves to talk to others and be involved in the action but it’s hard for him to initiate. 

Chuy is confident and introverted and acts as a good barrier for Enzo to feel more comfortable when talking with others. 

They bonded over a love for the outdoors/hunting, Reyes helped Chuy when his rifle broke down one mission and they’ve been besties since.

Has a tendency to talk back, but not out of a challenge to authority, more out of curiosity. 

The “Excuse me teacher, but isn’t it…” kid all grown up and never kicked the habit. 

The biggest nerd ever. Warhammer 40k, DND, wildlife fun facts, doesn’t matter. 

Trivia legend, he’s read a book on just about everything. 

Had to be banned from trivia night because he always wins. 

He always has a pack of waterproof playing cards on him, his favorite is a set he got from the Alberta Airport that have wildlife fun facts on every card.

Did you know that Caribou have 4 chambered stomachs and can swim up to 6 miles an hour?

Reyes did.

Reyes told you.

About 4 times.

This past month alone.

But who's keeping count, really?

Reads over a hundred books a year, easily.

Mostly nonfiction focusing on history, he will write out notes to better remember what he’s read.

Is not opposed to fiction books, but does not typically seek them out. 

Is in a makeshift book club with Gromsko and Nova

It is a poorly kept secret that he will do weapon mods/maintenance in exchange for books, the issue is finding a book he hasn't read yet.

Is on a first-name basis with his hometown's librarians.

Has been working on and off on a Ph.D. in history through an online/long-distance program.

It is about the purposeful destruction of the Canadian governmental records relating to First Nations regiments in the army during the 19th century. The process has been incredibly slow because he works on it remotely and, as stated, many of the records either do not exist or were intentionally destroyed.

Teddy Bear. Gives great hugs, sweetheart of a man, loves to cook for others, and always volunteers to help people. Just generally a great dude. 

This does not extend to his job. 

He doesn’t have a weak stomach when it comes to his work. 

He is ruthless, he is calculated, he is damn good at what he does. 

He gets along well with his comrades, sure, but he’s not letting himself get killed in the field for something stupid. 

Incredibly capable. Do not mistake his affability for weakness.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Bex's Blossom By Kate Winborne Annotations.

Hello, hello, hello! SO! This has been a project that I have been working on since August of 2022. I have been re-reading and annotating Blossom by Kate Winborne or @xmichaelmyers here on tumblr. I love Blossom, it is a fantastic book and when the hardcover update came out I just had to get it! So I did and when I did I thought why not write my thoughts out as I go? I have never annotated a book before. Kate didn’t ask this of me, I am not being paid, this is purely out of the sheer love I have for Kate, her work and these characters. So! Settle in and watch me scream in a spoiler heavy annotation of Blossom. Seriously I talk about spoilery things, if you haven’t read it and want to than please read the book first. 

I am going to annotate the next book After The Lamb Bites Back in smaller chunks as I go when I start reading it soon and will post them here on my blog so you can experience my going insane as it is happening! I will give notice and give this a tag if you wanna blacklist for spoilers! Now, under the cut, let’s get into it! Warnings for me being horny on main and discussions of heavy topics and violence and gore. (P.S. Food is a big thing in this book so I outline what I ate before and during and after my reading sessions to be extra.)

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Starting at 7:41 PM on August 5th. Blossom Re-read of the hardcover edition. Dinner: Chili lime fish tacos with pickled red onions, salsa and chipotle mayo, drinking whisky and ginger ale over ice, snacking on while reading, salted caramel caramilk bar. 

What Kate wrote inside the cover is still so sweet. As is the foreword, so much love and so much excitement. 

Prolog:

The opening of the women watching their daughters in the park, still hits. That is the first thing from the book I ever read when Kate started posting and it still stands out so well. I want white wine and cheese now. 

It is wild how Kate can drop a fucking line about a throw away character, one we just meet, overdosing three hours later, someone we know nothing of and should not give a fuck about and are made to feel and care. Amazing, haunting, I feel bad for his son. 

THE WHORE IS HERE.

THE TREES KNOW MORE THAN THEY DARE SAY INDEED!

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Chapter One

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I love the description of us truly seeing him, it is so evocative. Also. I am weak. Professor Williamson, has such a good ring to it. 

Henry in the showerrrr. All of that is good but the man just going for it and getting off. Amazing image, ten outta ten. 

The man eating one packet of oatmeal and not even finishing it and whiskey for dinner while watching a nature show. This man. He needs someone to cook for him. I am that someone. 

The first sex scene of the book, Henry taking home a woman from Happy’s is short but vivid. A great insight into him. Henry is not satisfied by this encounter, to me, when reading it, the impression that she is seemingly so into it, so close and intimate, doesn’t make him feel comforted or seen, but rather the opposite. It makes him feel more hollow, more aware of the hunger inside of himself. This is one of the parts I kept thinking about knowing this re-read was coming. Henry is entirely unknowable, this woman and her illusion of closeness only serves to remind him of that. No one can know him, there are things about him that no one could ever understand and so he has to hide them, forget about the fact that he does NOT have the ability to allow someone so close to him or tolerate such vulnerability and honesty and emotional intimacy. What a lonely fucking guy. 

The detail of a single hair left behind that he curls around his finger until it breaks really stands out.

He’s got a new casssse!

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Chapter Two.

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The casual and consistent use and description of colours is one of my longest standing faves in this book. So effective! 

Henry shoving the bible into the nightstand out of sight? Fucking same dude. My guy!

The man packing the alcohol in his bag so fucking neatly to make sure it is safe. To then get drunk and pass the fuck out. He is not okay.

Ahhhhh this discription of The Town is so fucking good!

“-residing alongside the trauma that coated her tongue like honey, sweet as ripe tangerines, but bitter against the back of her throat like coffee grounds.”  I still think of this line often. It will pop into my head unbidden frequently.

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Chapter Three.

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Henry looking down at his medication with disdain before swallowing them down with cold coffee making me like, hey king you need to talk? Need your dick sucked? You know my number get at me.

I would eat at this hotel's breakfast. I really would. 

Blossom is officially here! Vanilla almond milk latte, as someone who has worked in coffee shops since seventeen on and off, reads as a very her drink. 

I have always really loved the description of Bethany. The detail of her avocado socks always stuck out. Considering the use of colour Kate applies throughout the whole book I know I should think of them being just the colour avocado, but part of me likes to think of them as printed with little cartoon avocados and that is cute as fuck and I love it. 

Blossom sees Henry for the very first time! God, the excitement I feel from this is far too much! 

“She wanted to crack him open like an egg, spool through his brains, his guts, burrow herself deep inside his roughness. As if there was a safety to it all. A home in all that damage.” The first line that really hooked me my first read and it still hits. It is a line just so full of, God, promise of so much shit to come.

Henry met Sophie and this time around, I feel differently about it just her saying that nothing bad has ever happened in this town is just, infuriating? On a deep level. Nothing bad has ever happened here? Really Soph? Not even in your own home? You fuck.

I am begging, begging the people in The Town to acknowledge the horrors in front of them as if I am Charlie Day in It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia ranting about Pepe Silvia.  

Sophie seeing Blossom staring and being like “Please, for once, PLEASE-” and Blossom being like “Ahahaha, no! <3.” Adore it.

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Chapter Four.

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Norman has arrived. He wants a steak before seven thirty. This man is an animal and not in the good way. Henry’s reaction is appropriate for once, I too, am disgusted.

Stop judging Sophie! The man BARELY eats, he needs all the nutrition he can get! Let him have his fucking raspberry pie and ice cream!

Discussion of the first two murders. Henry is much too excited by the prospect of a serial killer, which bitch, same?!

Henry going into the detail of the first real gruesome crime scene he was sent to like damn, DAMN! FUCK KATE!

Henry talking shop! About the pattern, how confident, talking about the killer being addicted, the parallels. Mannnn. 

PROLONGED EYE CONTACT!

Finished reading for tonight at 10:11 PM. 60 pages covered this first session. 

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Wednesday August 10th. Second session. Starting at 9:20 Pm. Off tomorrow. Dinner: Peanut and sesame noodles with chilli oil and green onion. More whiskey with ginger ale over ice. Snacking on hot cheetos and a crispy caramel kit-kat while reading. 

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Chapter Five.

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Oh the HOSPITAL! YES!

Tv is on a cooking channel because of course it is. 

Henry just cutting the small talk short asdfghjkajshglakhdg, “Take me to the bodies FRANK-” And Frank being like “If you got the stomach for it.” Like Frank. Honey. You know nothing of this man. 

Henry being totally unfazed by the smell of the dead. This man is not okay. (This will be said many times throughout this.) 

Why, why, why do I love this passage so much? Talking about how Henry looks over the body? The image is so crystal clear. It is almost like I am in the room. Like I can smell the bleach as I look over his shoulder, watching as he inspects the cadaver below him, watching how the bright harsh lighting catches on the cold thick blood clotting between his gloved fingers? I can see Henry at this moment. Like I could just reach out and touch him. How can something like this be written in a way that is so telling, so intimate yet so detached? It is captivating as hell. Just like Henry himself.  This was another moment during my first read though that made me want to know more about him.

“Coffee, yeah. Thanks.” That is such a human moment that just reeks of reality. A phrase I have heard uttered a million times in my line of work and I can hear how it was said perfectly. The little details really make this. 

Shit coffee indeed, let me make this man a good cup of coffee PLEASE-

He needs a fresh body!!!

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Chapter Six.

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Man is so particular about his coffee honestly I love what it adds to his character. It says SO much by saying so little. 

Oh my God and Mr.Clemmington was a cook.

Henry hating small talk makes so much sense. What an asshole. Love him.

Name drop! Blossom James ooooohhh.

“Anyway, I hope no girl in this town is capable of such a thing…” Oh giiiirlll. You don’t know shit about shit. 

Henry taking his pills with leftover coffee with cigarette ash in it like SIR can you PLEASE take care of yourself even just a little?!

Henry, you need more than dry cereal for dinner. 

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Chapter Seven.

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Henry’s breakfast, coffee, cigarettes and fucking twizzlers apparently. 

Watching him at work is captivating. Henry rattling off what should be done and in what order is justttt a sickening delight. What a freak.

Ethan is missing. And Henry is a little too defensive. “I didn’t say anything.” Mmmhmmm. You didn’t have to. 

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Chapter Eight.

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Henry deadass like “We are looking for a body-” and Norman just, “Oh you’d like that sooooo much wouldn’t you?!” Uh. Yeah. Duh dude, he’s the worst. 

Ethan and Blossom went out, eh? Oooh boy. 

This chapter is short but so fucking gooood. I love how they haven’t even formally met and he is getting frustrated by her! The build up and teasing before we really get to know her is just so fucking delicous.

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Chapter Nine.

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The description of the hotel’s restaurant is another stand out. I can imagine myself sitting there, smelling the vanilia of the candles and partaking in the food, almost as if I can taste the vegetable medley myself. 

I love Blossom's dress, periwinkle is an underrated colour and the meaning of her wearing it here, tonight, during their first official meeting is not lost on me and the impact is strong.

They are sitting, they are talkING-

Blossom clearly has thoughts about Ethan. I can hear the bite of the way she says ‘Golden boy’ and it is telling. 

“Henry.” Whore. Him. Not her. He is the whore. Like call me Henry, the fuck IS that?! Asking her to use your first name? Mmm? Already so informal? Like a slut? Have you no shame?

“Picky with your food.” “If you’d call it that.” The TENSION! I’ve already read this before but I am still so like !!!!

“-he just didn’t fuck me anymore.” girl fucking say it. 

“Do you like me Henry?” I mean fuck how could he not?

Oh mannnn another masturbation scene hell yeah baby! Unlike the first one this one lingers for longer and it is good. The idea that he doesn’t even necessarily enjoy the act of this, it is a means to an end, an annoyance, it’s a mix of anger, of disgust, of maintenance, of hatred, it’s this balance that is just so fucking right. The idea of hating the act of this is just, so interesting to me. Not just from a narrative perspective, not just for the way it lets us into Henry’s mind, but because it is so utterly different and conflicting from my own personal feelings about the act. Not even the act as he is doing it but my own relationship with it on a deep and personal level, the differences between he and I, they don’t divide me from his character, if anything, they intrigue me further, beckoning me to know him. 

“The taste of her name as sweet as the frost-glazing of a strawberry filled cake, flowering in his chest until it choked him.” Pure poetry. Gorgeous. Perfect. Another stand out line. Makes me think of so much, the images of digging my fingers into a pretty little decorated cake, of ripping and tearing and splitting it open simply to destroy something beautiful, to mirror what Blossom is already doing to Henry in such a short time, to then just lick the mashed and sugary strawberry mixture of the filling from my fingers, just because, flit through my mind while reading this line. What is this book capable of? The things it can conjure up cannot be understated. 

Hot, hot, hot. Love he was still half dressed and just spills himself onto the sheets. 

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Finished second session at 10:53 PM. 45 pages covered in the second session. Word count over 2K now. 

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Such a large break happened because of me leaving my previous job, moving into a new town and starting a new job, better late than never, I am back on it!

Starting this session at 11:02 AM on January 17th, a Tuesday, I have the day off today. Breakfast was cereal, I am having ice water and no snack because I will break for lunch soon. 

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Chapter Ten.

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 I adore the description of Blossom’s house, it is so clear that just like all things Kate writes, a ton of thought was put into every detail. 

More food, this reminds me I should make meatloaf again soon,

“Seeing the Agent made her hungry.” I fucking LOVE. 

“Breathing out with the softness of a flowering bruise, tender and hesitant.” Kate I simultaneously want to kiss and punch you for always doing this! You throw out just the best fucking lines so damn casually. As if we are roommates, I finished a long day at work, sitting at the kitchen table and you just stride into the room, drop one of the most profound things I have ever heard and then just waltz off back to your own space as if it were nothing and I am not left changed and struggling to contend with what you just forced upon me. That is what lines like this feel like and do to me. Does that make sense?

And here it is, another real heart stopping and revealing moment of what makes Blossom her. You just know from the jump that there is something more to her, and this passage makes it abundantly clear and makes you feel for her. While I personally have experienced my fair share of this sort of thing in my own life it is of course, like a lot of stories, different from what she has but my heart goes out to her. Why can’t Blossom use, abuse, and take from these men as they have taken from her? Why not?

This chapter isn’t long but it doesn’t need to be, it is honestly very necessary and I love the look into Blossom alone and at home. 

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Chapter Eleven.

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Man fell asleep still dressed and cum covered. What a fucking whore, what an inspiration, what a guy. How down bad am I, do you ask? So bad that I read this and my first thought was, “I could fix that. Fuck the shower, I have a mouth-” With all the coffee he drinks, his alcohol problem and the smoking his cum must taste terrible. Still wouldn’t stop me.

I love this so much. Having Blossom showering in the last chapter towards the end and Henry at the next towards the start and difference in how they do even down to the temperature they prefer, amazing. 

Back at the diner, another meeting, more tension and of course, more food. It is impossible to read this and not get hungry and also slightly nauseated at points, it is beautiful. 

“-reached for more, satisfying herself in front of him.” I fucking canNOT. 

I love any scene with them talking back and forth.

This is so fucking good, she is getting to him so easily and just how unapologetically she is eating. Also, “But you’re not sorry. Why would you be?” Might be one of my fave quotes so far, it stuck out my last reading as well. 

Interrupting Henry when he immediately assumes the killer is a man and her fighting him on it. 

“Don’t underestimate the rage of a woman, Special Agent.” YEAH HENRY! And maybe it WAS a threat. What are you gonna do about it? 

Invite Blossom to the search part apparently.

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Chapter Twelve. 

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I feel it is important to mention at this juncture that I cannot read in silence so I have on a thunderstorm in the woods audio going and it feels just totally perfect for reading this

Henry runs through the details of the practised lie of what happened between him and his wife with a shocking amount of detachment, but not that shocking for him.

Mr.Whitmore you should learn to like, I dunno, lie better. 

The cropped tea and pink bell bottoms is unironically one of my favourite Blossom looks described in this book. 

This conversation, the back and forth and talking about favourite colours, their characters really shine here, another stand out moment. After having read this once before Henry saying “Blue” and knowing what will come later, I had to put the book down for a moment, and not just to type up this annotation. 

“How old are you, Blossom?” “Eighteen.” Old enough to legally...Vote. But on the real again the tension in this scene, sharing the cigarette, the closeness, just THIS. 

A body has been discovered! 

Blossom admitting she doesn’t feel anything upon seeing the disgusting corpse is just so fucking good. 

Chapter twelve was fucking great, I forgot how much happened in this one chapter, a total fave. 

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Chapter Thirteen.

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Blossom and Henry are just lying to police now, alright, alright. 

Short but to the point, I enjoy the small details in this one. Describing the grotesque nature of the body especially was very effective. 

Also the forgetting a clipboard and letting Blossom write on his back, cute, realistic, adore it.

Course you can’t pass up a fresh corpse Henry you fucking freak. 

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Chapter Fourteen.

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The entertainment centre! I remember simply adoring this next chapter, I am excited!

Grilling Mr.Whitmore on why he works here occasionally. Henry you are so, so transparent and projecting really hard here. Being so critical with him being so close to the teenagers when what are you doing with Blossom? You woke up splattered in your own cum after passing out post-nut, post-jack sesh thinking about a certain eighteen year old blonde, remember? 

More Henry and Blossom talking <3

“Oh, come on. You can’t deny that…You don’t look at all these…Preppy, skimpy seventeen and eighteen year old girls and don’t think about when you were that age with the impulse control of a twelve year old.” HENRY! 

“No. I don’t. Because I’m not seventeen, or eighteen anymore, Henry. And neither are you.” “Doesn’t mean I still can’t look.” He is so fucking gross. And yet…

I do feel for ol Norm here but at the same time he really does need to let Henry do his damn  job. 

“We’ll see if the Coopers are ready to talk and resume the work on Monday. I’m sure the killer will understand.” What a note to go out on Henry damn.

A knock on the door? This late? Who could it be? I ask having fully read this book before.

I was right by the way, this chapter was so good and so engrossing.

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 Chapter Fifteen. 

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Of course it’s Blossom who is here. Obviously. Who else?

Naturally she comes in. 

Absent mom and a dead mom. Gotta love two people with mommy issues getting together. 

I find myself unable to pull away during their conversations, they are just still so engaging to read. That being said, “Why don’t you like white wine?” “I’ve always preferred something stronger. Something that bites.” Oh I bet you do.

She’s making the move, SHE’S MAKING THE MOVE-

The description of Henry here, hands up, not looking at her, trying very, very hard to maintain his composure and will and not touch her. Oof. 

They are kissing! This is where it all starts to really go tits up and I am so here for it.

“We shouldn’t be doing this-” Oh but you’re gonna Henry, you are, we all know it just do it!

He really is trying here, and he does make a good point, they shouldn’t get involved with each other like this but that is part of what makes it so good!!!

She isn’t wearing any panties. 

Man is done for. 

And he gives in! Get it Henry! I wish that were me. Who in this scenario? Like a true bisexual. Both. 

Just going for it and with no protection! Henry, you animal. 

His garden. This whole section is phenomenal. People could learn a thing or two about writing sex scenes from reading how Kate does it!

Kate’s work is just mind blowing. It is incredible how she writes the differences between Henry and Blossom post their first time together. For him feeling like he can breathe for the first time in years and her imagining becoming one with the forest, consumed with rot and dying like the way they view sex and each other is so intensely fascinating. It just so interesting too because I have felt like Blossom has, chest feeling scooped out and hollow and empty but never relating to sex, reading this book with just how different my perspective on physicality with another human from there's never bores me.

“RISE AND SHINE, ASSHOLE, NEW DAY! AND LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE NOW!”  That is just this book and Henry’s life all over, huh? A good alternate tagline. 

Ahhhhh a dream sequence and such a fucking good one! The imagery in this is immaculate, the one that stands out to me the most is the mention of Blossom’s hair in a high ponytail tied with a pink ribbon, so fucking good and so clever. Blossom becoming a literal monster and tearing him apart, what do you think it means Henry? C’mon, THINK!

Another fantastic chapter, of course.

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Chapter Sixteen. 

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He is making her breakfast. Also blueberry pancakes are in fact the best, I will not take criticism at this time. 

“Colour me impressed.” My gesturing to a board covered with papers and tacked with pins, red strings connecting seemingly random things and moments, “It all comes back to COLOUR! IT’S ALWAYS ABOUT THE COLOUR! DO YOU SEE-”

“Yet, there was still nothing ever as tooth-rotting as Blossom James.” I am punching the air!

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Chapter Seventeen.

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Her being so excited to see him oh my GOD. “I missed you.” “You always miss me.” Things that happen between me and my husband all the time, no word of a lie.

Planning secret meetings ooooooh.

“I want you to do exactly what you wanted to do the day we found Ethan.” Blossom. Have I told you lately how much I love you?

Also I love the little jump here. The few weeks and the mention of just how many times and places they have fucked thus far, they have clearly been very busy. 

Fucking right next to the scene of the crime, extremely risky but also, extremely hot.

This is all fucking amazing. The depth, the feeling, Blossom’s and Henry’s worry and doubt and hungry fervour for one another being so all consuming constantly. The question of how does this end is a good one to leave the chapter with.

How will it all end?

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Chapter Eighteen.

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Kate describes kisses in a million ways and I am here for all of them. Preppy and sickening or otherwise. 

This man smokes. So fucking much my God. Third read I should do a cigarette counter. 

Henry drinking and getting sloppy and good ol Norm comes to the rescue. 

Bro. Dude. Asking for Blossom in your drunken stupor is not going to help anyone or anything my GOD DUDE!

He is such a fucking messss.

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Chapter Nineteen.

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Yeah you forgot your shit at the bar you fucking walking embarrassment of a man Henry.

I’m part of the Abby fanclub. 

I really like Sophie and Norm interacting. It totally reads that they have known each other a very long time and I love the easy and playful air between them both very much. A joy to read. 

The suspensions are not misplaced Sophie, not at all.

Blossom comes by to bring a lot more than just coffee in this scene that is for damn sure. Norm is really trying to give Henry the benefit of the doubt and struggling. I think he is almost trying too hard to convince himself but as he told Sophie before, what else can he do?

Another great chapter with more tension. I am stopping for now to break for lunch. I am thinking of an egg salad sandwich. It is 1:34 PM. I covered 110 pages this round, over halfway through the book. This has been the longest session so far and the doc is now over 4,000 words. 

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It is January 29th, a Sunday, it is 12:31 PM, I have the day off and the laundry going as I sit down for this session. I had a sleep in and a late breakfast of an open faced sandwich consisting of egg and honey ham with chive cream cheese and hashbrowns. Water and no snack again. 

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Chapter Twenty.

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Blossom is having a party and again, I love the outfit described here, it is one of the first ones I think of, totally iconic and so her. 

Blossom in the bathroom with some fucking guy and this guy, Kyle, God, I hate him. Hated him the first read, hate him this one too, what a complete shit stain. 

I hate and love how real this is. It is just so fucking sickening because it is so common and happens all the damn time and has happened to her how many times? I wish Blossom would, I wish she would rip his teeth out, or scream or something but I know all too well what can happen in these scenarios and why she doesn’t. God, Kate, stop being such a good writer all the time damn it!

This is the kind of part that makes me want to reach in the pages and kill Kyle myself. Reminding myself he is a fictional character means nothing because Henry and Blossom are fictional too, you know? But the feelings they make me feel are real, what I get from reading this book is real and while they aren’t real living breathing people, Kate writes them so well they feel like they are. Even if they are fictional and I am real and I cannot touch them in a tangible way, this asshole, Kyle is fictional just as they are and therefore can and chooses to do harm and the threat of Blossoms hurt by him feels so sharp I could cut myself on it. 

“Did you cum?” Kill yourself Kyle you pathetic rapist fuckwad. 

Mr.Whitmore why are you at a high schooler’s party exactly???

“Rather, there was a tenderness to his bruising touch.” Kate. Girl. I am eating this line. Crushing it up and snorting it, need it in my bloodstream. 

The drama of it all, neither of them can communicate properly at all like just please can you for once be normal. I say as if I don’t love them at their absolute worst. 

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Godddd what a fucking chapter, so good, so much happened but not enough to feel like overwhelmed by it, you know? Stellar as to be expected.

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Before. Technically Chapter Twenty-One.

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The wife is here. Cindy, poor, poor Cindy. Love the pjs tho.

Siiiigh, you too Henry? I say as I read him about to force himself on his wife as if I have not read this before.

This scene is so hard to talk about but I want to talk about it, you know? Like it is very intense how unintentional it seems to be, he didn’t come home planning to kill his wife, it isn’t a big premeditated thing, also I love how real this is. How he is so comfortable, so sure everything will be fine and cares so much about what he wants or feels he needs that he has no regard for her and pays the heaviest fine for it, her death, being the one that killed her. But also, even though we see him leaning on booze and pills and the rest, the man is still alive, he still goes on living, walking free after he did that.

RIP Cindy, we hardly knew you and you definitely deserved better.

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Short chapter but it is deff supposed to be, gets across just what it needs to and it hit hard and is insanely effective.

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Chapter Twenty-Two.

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Blossom got into the car and now after a short but tense drive they are having a conversation and this conversation my Lord! Henry is totally upset that Blossom is right by the way, she knows he likes how she looks next to him and how she makes him feel but he’s all “oh I’m so much older, my job, my station, my morals-” WHAT MORALS HENRY?

Also Henry has a point, Blossom James does have main character syndrome and is just constantly inserting herself into the narrative but she is fucking interesting as hell and I wanna see her all the time so damn Henry let her live!

“You know nothing about me.” Mmmm don’t be so sure Henry.

Blossom is again correct, you wanted to fuck her from the moment you saw her, don’t deny it you mess of a man!

Him hitting her !, her nose bleeding and her smiling up at him with fucking red teeth, !!, the description I never get tired of reading ever of her being a predator of equal conviction !!!!!!!!!

Like I could go on and on about this section just it is so fucking good! Henry’s complex and swirling emotional state consuming him so thoroughly and being unable to control himself around her! The conflicting wants and feelings and him being just thoroughly unequipped to deal with it all! They are a car crash I cannot look away from, nor would I ever want to. I stare and let the images of them tangled up in a gory flaming pile burn into my retinas until the fumes of spilled gasoline make me literally pass the fuck out. 

Me dancing in my chair as I read how Henry wants to kill and main Blossom, just a nice Sunday afternoon.

Henry saying he doesn’t want to fight her. Like I don’t believe you again Henry,

They are fucking in the carrr! Which like yes, hot, get it, but also, Blossom are you good?

Henry chasisting her over smoking, like, dude. For real?

Blossom calling him Daddy, him calling her disgusting and shotgunning smoke into her mouth, her being so fucking coy and pleased with herself, “And you love it.” Like yeah he does and so do I! Do it again!

Blossom asking him to the fucking dance! THE DANCE IS COMING! AH!

Henry of course you can’t go to the dance you old fuck but also her teasing him about going with a boy her own age and him getting so angry over it has me so amped, like the playfulness on display here it is just all a game to her!

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I want to make this chapter breakfast in bed and then smash the coffee mug over its head before giving it a big ol kiss.

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Chapter Twenty-Three.

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Chinese food late at night in a hotel room sounds so fucking good right now it is unreal.

Okay but now I need a disgustingly detailed section of how exactly Henry eats pussy or do I gotta do that myself? I can do it myself! I just need to know, we know I can deliver it too. I just gotta think on it.

Blossom asking to get choked by him like girl you don’t know what you are asking of him! He CAN hurt you! He wants to! You are meddling in forces you do not understand!

Every little piece and look into Blossoms past is so fucking sad. She has been through so much I hate it. 

Must every guy in Blossom’s life suck so fucking hard?

Also the milk and honey thing coming around and around again is so fucking perfect and apt and slots into this story fucking amazingly well.

Blossom making him breakfast! I would eat what she made, it sounds fucking good honestly.

Another amazingly described kiss that is so fucking perfect I ache.

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Another banger of a chapter my God I feel so full and spoiled during this re-read.

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Chapter Twenty Four.

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Why are all the suspects older dudes? Hum. I wonder.

Also Henry dressed like a total slut today, we love to see it!

Someone who hangs around the younger guys and girls. Man, I wonder who he is thinking of!!!

I could listen to Henry go off about this kind of thing forever, Freud or otherwise.

Stacy do be Stacy though that is for damn sure Norman.

Norman inviting Henry for dinner and asking him for a smile that turns out to be so unsettling that he is just straight up like nevermind please don’t ever do that again oh my God. Perfection. Hilarious. Whenever and I do mean WHEN, not IF, the movie or tv series or whatever adapt of this happens, that detail needs to be left in.

Blossom out alone with a bunch of boys in the woods and drinking, a horrible idea really.

I can hear the “I wasn’t gonna let them do anything, I was just playyingg-” in my head and it is great. Also sure, Blossom.

This girl will not stop running her mouth to save her life. You are gonna get you and Henry in so much trouble!

I don’t blame Sopher for hating Henry, man is always acting suspicious.

And so it comes out again! Henry I think you do have it out for Whitmore and I think it is because you see an uncomfortable amount of yourself in him at times and refuse to acknowledge it. But also yeah Whitmore is really weird, keep an eye on that guy.

Ooooof. Norman laying it down, like he knows what is up! He isn’t dumb Henry! “I hope to fuck I don’t.” Hits so fucking hard.

Man I do not like Sophie but that is totally a ME and my issues thing because she is right about a lot of this.

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Another fucking awesome chapter, the scene with her in the woods and Henry coming by is another stand out in my mind I find myself thinking of often. 

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Chapter Twenty-Five.

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Henry finding the old pictures of Blossom on the fridge and wondering what made her so “hard” like man if you only knew.

God, the imagery you describe Kate everytime it gets to me. Reach into her brains and feel around, discover what is really wrong Henry do it!

The girl was just fucking waiting for him! Also the lingerie sounds cute as fuck.

C’mon Henry we both know you are gonna fuck her, just do it my guy. 

The give and take between them both, the constant fight and unease and just inability to just exist without conflict. Man do I love it. 

Blossom calling him daddy has me feeling some kind of way.

The choose to kiss me thing has my in knots just it is fucking fantastic Kate just truly something else.

The softness and the not wanting to be so vulnerable but being unable to help it.

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Finished this session at 2:31 PM. Stopping at page 288. I covered 73 pages this time around. The doc is over 5.5K words. Less than 100 pages left to cover. The next annotation session might be my last. Excited to finish strong!

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It is January 31st, a Tuesday, once again it is my day off. I have less than 100 pages left to cover in Blossom and I am going to attempt to complete the book and the annotations this session. For breakfast I had a fried egg sunny side up on a single slice of buttered toast, topped with green onion and everything bagel seasoning. No snack as I am planning on lunch today, perhaps mac and cheese? I am drinking a country peach herbal tea out of my mug Kate sent, “The Trees Know More Than They Dare Say” stares back at me as I put on more thunderstorms in the forest sounds at 10:56 AM and this new reading session begins.

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Chapter Twenty-Six.

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I don’t think I have mentioned it until now but Henry smoking Marlboro’s just makes like way, way too much sense. I can see him holding the classic iconic white and red and gold pack in his hand very clearly.

Henry staring into the forest and wanting to lie down and rot and let it all overtake him in many a similar way that Blossom has is so interesting. Also it makes me wonder like are they just this similar? Or is something up with this forest in particular? But then I remember all the time I have spent in forests and that they are just Like That.

Henry plays nice at the dinner with Norm’s family and I love the honesty of him telling Norm when asked, that he doesn’t give a shit what he thinks but what Stacy thinks actually matters. Good shit, consistent with his character and just an awesome detail. 

Norm filling in Henry on the ‘rumours’ and him brushing it off as just that. Henry is understandably very upset as am I!

Another shower, him gripping the sink and staring at himself in the mirror, again, reminiscent and similar of Blossom earlier. 

Talking about her perfume being on his coats and his pillows, and then this, “She was everywhere. Infecting him.” She so is! I love how slowly it happens but how clear it is here, how much she is burrowed inside him and has affected him so heavily, she has set up camp inside him and he isn’t even fully aware of how much she has. I am obsessed. 

“He felt as if she was the biggest mystery of all.” Fucking cut, print, beautiful note to finish on. Another moment I can see put to screen.

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A fantastic chapter, seriously so many good smaller details, thoroughly enjoyable yet again,

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Chapter Twenty-Seven.

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This chapter is only about two pages but what a two pages. 

Two pages of Blossom breaking down after expecting Henry to reach out and him not, her sobbing, clawing at herself and drinking. The descriptions here at the end, of so desperate for relief you hurt yourself immensely in the process, willing to tear till you see bone just hoping for a moment’s peace, goregous. 

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Ethan, or, Chapter Twenty-Eight.

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Another very short chapter, describing Blossom in the cemetery and Ethan following her there. The conversation is brief, him saying she shouldn’t be out like this, him affirming that it’s not girls like her that are dying, it’s boys like him and him assuring her that he can “bench 200” so the guy will have his work cut out for him. Okay, nice attempt to flex Ethan /s. But this last line is the stand out to me, “-and Blossom let her head fall back, snaking her arm around his shoulders and closing her eyes, engulfing him.”  Phew. Truly a banger.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine.

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Oh my God this is it, this is the chapter, the long, extended dream sequence. I dunno if I am ready again! This part is so intense but so good. Okay, okay, be cool, here we go.

We kick off with a wonderfully descriptive scene of Henry eating, frantic, hungry, desperately trying to satisfy himself, right? Eating meat, drinking red wine, eating pomegranate, and it’s all fine until we pull away to see that he is actually eating Blossom. And not in the way we have seen before, we are talking full out, full on, raw, animalistic, cannibal style consumption. 

It isn’t enough and it will never be enough as he feeds and eats until there is literally nothing left of her, going so far as to consume bone, marrow and cartilage. 

He reaches back in and instead of finding warmth and hopefully more food instead he finds a nest of baby spiders and I get a chill every time I read this part ugh!

This image is the best. Henry trying to fight to get the spiders off, almost tripping and then Blossom, still dead, reaching out, catching his wrist and holding him there, mouth opening and dark legs of a much larger spider reaching out from the darkness just- my GOD. Horror, pure, horror, goodness.

Tea update, I have gotten so distracted reading and annotating it has now gone cold.

The dream shifts suddenly to Henry being in front of and then going into Blossom’s house in search of her, the hope that he will find her safe is one that I cannot share with him because Henry, awake or asleep she is never safe with you.

The description of the room in total disarray is fantastic and also again something that one can picture so easily. 

Blossom is dead and Henry is holding her and sobbing and I am FEELING!

Him crying and apologising is everything. 

But, it was all a joke because all of this is a big fucking joke to Blossom, even pretending she is dead all for him to discover. 

“Does it make you feel good? Tearing those around you apart? Destroying those that care about you?” Go off Henry. But also yeah Blossom, does it?

“I’m sorry.” “No you’re not.” - “You never are.”  Fucking snaps Kate. 

This moment still fucks me up, Henry realizing that he is dead on the floor, has been watching himself this whole time. 

“Are you going to hurt me like you hurt her?” She asked. “Do you want to hurt me Henry? Do you want to kill me too?”  This whole scene, this whole sequence is indescribably good. I wouldn’t want them to cut a single moment or movement from this pure gold. 

Words are failing me.

He’s awake!

The bitch is back and she is drunk.

I have read a few reviews that claim the work of Kate and this book in particular to be ripping off Gone Girl, calling it plagiarism, especially for this next part. Blossom, drunk and a mess giving a speech, a rant, going the fuck off about the awful treatment of men and expectations thrust upon her and all women and that just pisses me off. The reviews, not her speech, her speech is great. I hate that reviewers see a woman giving a speech about mistreatment, and the entitlement of men and look at Kate and her work and compare her to Gillian Flynn negatively.  Because don’t you know there can be only one book like this? Only one story delving into the rage inherent to the feminine? Only one book can have this kind of character, this kind of story, everything else is clearly a copy, a cheap imitation, instead of insulting and making unfair and frankly incorrect claims, looking at the broader picture. These reviewers look at this and compare instead of seeing that both these stories and many more like them can have their own spot in the conversation, and can co-exist. And the biggest point of all, maybe, just fucking maybe, the reason there is multiple stories, conversations, rants, characters like Amy and like Blossom is because what they are talking about, what they preach has distinct truth and basis in the reality of the experience of tons and tons of women and that is why it hits and resonates. 

Also Henry thank God you stopped yourself from saying that shit because holy fuck no one is ever asking for it ever.

Henry not believing female rage, like alright bud, sit down.

Blossom’s feelings are so valid here. The want for people who have harmed you to see how they have and understand it and share that feeling. It is fucking powerful, this whole section is!

“Would you kill to take back your power?” Henry, you are getting closer to getting it. 

The way I need this whole scene filmed yesterday.

Blossom’s got a fucking gun. The first time I read this my stomach dropped. 

This scene with her holding the gun to him is so tense.

Kate you could write about the issues with women only becoming empowered in media through abuse and hurt from men for hours and hours and I would eat it up. Oh shit, wait, I already have. I’d do it again. 

I like to think for sure a part of Blossom wants to stop this, wants to be ‘normal’ wants to love as Henry describes but again, the constant mistreatment from everyone all her life prevents that. How can she just swallow back all this hate and not let it poison her? How can she just move on from that? It IS like saying that they won, she becomes another person standing idly by, a part of the problem. 

Finally she falls asleep and the chapter ends.

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This is my favourite chapter in the book by far. I could scream on and on about it more than I already have, the dream sequence I could read it and go line by line diving in deeper I swear to God. I gotta hold myself back in some places though. 

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Chapter Thirty.

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A hard and tense conversation is had once Blossom wakes up in the morning.

Henry keeps on choosing her, she didn’t ask for it, true but he isn’t unreasonable in wanting her to choose him back and some proof of this. 

She clearly doesn’t want him to go, but he does. 

She usually has cold showers but takes a hot one in an attempt to understand. I could never take a cold shower so Blossom girl, I do not understand you in that respect. 

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A shorter but extremely emotionally driven chapter that hits the spot after the last one.

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Chapter Thirty-One.

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Blossom asking for some help with her photos.

Oh my God Mr.Whitmore you fucking creep. Yeah I will look over your photos for the end of year project, how about I bring a bottle of wine along?! You sick fuck I hate you.

She is eating once again, drinking once again, watching a nature documentary and wishing she as the wolf and the prey all at once and I am still just so fucking captivated by it.

Yeah those Barbie commercials suck, I’d turn off the TV too.

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Chapter Thirty-Two.

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We finally got another body hoooo boy! 

Again tied with a pink ribbon, again many, many stab wounds, throat slashed this time, leaving him to choke on his own blood. 

I afforded myself a ten minute break at this time to grab an ice water and make lunch, I sit back down with my mac and cheese ready to eat and read. 

The killer is being unorganised and cocky, in broad daylight no less?

A school ID at the scene of the crime!

A frantic call from Blossom oh my God!

Mr.Whitmore is with her and when Henry gets there he is dead and she is holding the knife.

Her sobbing about how she lost control is haunting knowing what we know. Knowing how important control is to her and this is why she is doing this, convincing herself whenever she is being hurt or used she is still in control it is like what happened? The tension!

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My mac and cheese threatens to go cold at this rate because this book, again even on the second readthrough, is so captivating. 

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Chapter Thirty-Three.

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Blossom is in the hospital and Henry is there with her.

The girl has been really fucked up my God. 

Norman is totally a bit salty and mad at himself that Henry was right this whole time about it being Mr.Whitmore. 

Love Henry describing the motif of the pink ribbon representing Blossom, just, real good.

I really, really like Norm and Sohpie’s interactions, again the air of how long they have known each other hangs heavy.

Of course it actually happened Norm. Come on. What kid lies about that?

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Another chapter in the books that I love, a big smooch for this one.

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Chapter Thirty-Four.

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We are finally at the dance hooo boy.

The theme of the dance being love, gag me. 

Henry is here like she wanted! 

Be still my heart she is wearing fucking blue. SHE IS WEARING BLUE!

It’s all like a dream, an actually good one for once Henry, a rarity for you I am sure. 

They dance and yeah all the parents watching on like uhhh? Hilarious, like shut up you don’t know them like us the readers do!

And they leave the dance togetherrrr. God I love them way too much for how bad they are for each other.

Back at the hotel, much making out and getting drunk together.

He wants to rip away the blue and bury himself in her pink oh my fucking-KATE! I love you.

Blossom is that girl. Drunk all like, “I wanna go swimming!” And fuck I felt that. 

Kate could write something just listing colours over and over and I would love it. 

Of course he doesn’t want her in the pool. She wants him in the pool with her, so she drags him in, naturally.

The build up of what you think is going to be a steamy sex scene poolside ends up with Blossom breaking down and man my heart hurts. 

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This chapter is just so well paced AND well placed, you know what I mean, it is just mwah, amazing, very needed, tonally it flows so well.

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Chapter Thirty-Five.

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It’s summer, a month after the dance and Henry pays Blossom a visit. 

We get to hear some of her statement and mannn. It is just, fucking pitch perfect, immaculate. 

“I want to love you…So badly…” - “But?” - Blossom didn’t answer.  I am ripping my own hair out oh my God. 

Blossom is so empty inside, nothing there at all and so she instead of dealing with the internal pain, she seeks physical pleasure.

Okay this next sex scene, so fucking good, just I love the juxtaposition of the flowery language with harsher terms thrown in there, it is through the whole book and it feels like it sums up Blossom the character insanely well. 

“In return, Blossom gave him exactly what he needed, at the same time, taking exactly what she wanted. A perfect balance.” Can I get this line tattoo’d on the inside of my eyelids as well as marry it?

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Chapter Thirty-Six.

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Post fuck our fave creep Henry Williamson watches Blossom shower and I wish that were me.

Oh he is smoking less look at him!

“He wondered if this could last forever.” Doubtful. A nice thought though. 

You’ve been here how many times and you only look around her room now? Alright. 

Of course you go for her underwear drawer you little freak of a man! 

Henry finds an envelope and in it a series of pictures of the bodies, of the crime scenes but they aren’t copies, oh no they are originals and very different from the ones he has seen previously.

A delectable little cut back showing Adam Hall from the start going to the woods for a run and Blossom following after him oh my God.

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And just like that the book is over. It is, amazing, truly a gripping read even the second time. I noticed more, picked up on more and really loved it even more. Blossom being the real one behind all this is fantastic, well played and woven without it feeling shoved in your face or obvious and reading it now after the first time knowing she did it was a trip! This book is fantastic, I could read it over and over and I intend to! It plays like a movie, I love the characters and it is just phenomenal. I cannot recommend it enough. Seriously everyone needs to read this and then review it afterwards I am begging! Kate, this book is just, ugh, so special and something so different and I am just totally enamoured with it and you and how you write. In case this 8.6K document didn’t express that already. Thank you again so much for this story and now I can’t wait to read After The Lamb Bites Back!

[lovendermist]

Celebrating the new year with Hange (Modern AU)

Type: Headcanon, Fluff, Modern AU

WC: 496

Pairing: Hange x Reader

hange masterlist

A/N: I’m back! I know I said I was gonna be back in November but I was so busy. I hope this isn’t too late for a New Years post! I think it’d be fun to celebrate this with Hange. Also this feels so short to me for some reason? But I checked my other headcanons and it’s actually pretty longer than what I’ve uploaded. I should really write more scenarios, too.

My monday updates are coming back as well. Plus, I already have an idea of what I want to write on February, it’s more Hange love! And unless I find another character to love as much as I do with Hange, I’m going to keep writing about them until shit happens.

Now posting every Friday this January! Happy (kinda late) new year everyone! Inbox is always open but no requests!

- They would be so fucking excited actually - Being loud and going crazy is exactly their kind of thing - Whether you're a big fan of loud sounds and fireworks or if you're more on the noise sensitive one and prefers quiet, you'd still enjoy every second with Hange - (I mean who wouldn't enjoy new years day when you're with someone you love?)

- If you're celebrating inside: - They'll buy lots of food and drinks - Hell they'll even buy decorations just for the fun of it. I'd think Hange is a decoration kind of person - They'd buy those foil curtains for parties (they get used on other occasions, so it's not a waste!) - Also expect to get a little bit drunk. Hange would say it's the last time to get drunk in the year 20XX - Hange would fool around with you and have some fun a few hours before midnight - Tickle attacks, cuddles, singing karaoke with you (they bought the mic because why wouldn't they, honestly), playing some fun pop music, you name it - By the time midnight arrives, they're more quiet and peaceful - You'd both peek and look at the fireworks that may be happening near where you two are staying at - Hange would hold you close by their side do u hear me - It would be so cute pls hear me out - During the fireworks, some cheesy demon will possess them and press a quick kiss on your cheek - congrats u r shy now - After being shy and surprised you kiss them back with a gentle press to their lips - omg - Bundled up in some comfy blankets with the AC on, you both eat some of the food you bought and spoon-feed each other before drifting off to sleep in each others arms

- If you're celebrating outside: - Definitely watching a fireworks show in some mall - Shopping for new stuff for both of you, some household stuff you both need, something you both like - Maybe one of you would buy a planner - Hange tried it once but they ended up using it for their work scribbles and notes - You were both slightly disappointed yet amused - There's a lot of people outside so Hange holds you tight and close to their chest! - They'd make sure you're doing okay even though nothing happened to you - Hange would record the fireworks if they can for you because you're busy watching and whoa-ing

- You'd both greet your friends and family too - Either way, the year ends up in you kissing Hange and the next starts with kissing Hange - or maybe it's them kissing you? - A make out session in the comfort of your home, and some small kisses in public as everyone else fades away, raging for the new year - You're already excited on what the new year will bring to the both of you. - Doesn't matter! You're kissing Hange and they're kissing you back. And you stayed a whole year with them. That's what matters.

[typical-simplelove]

10,000 Hours -> Jay Halstead

Summary: All the ways Jay shows you he loves you.

Author's Note: This is the first time I'm posting a fic that's not hockey-related. I'm honestly so scared, so please be kind with this one, and enjoy!

Word Count: 5.4k with song lyrics

Warnings: pain, hungover, alcohol, flu, broken wrists, annoying coworkers, a few curse words, pressure/anxiety attack,

Do you love the rain, does it make you dance When you're drunk with your friends at a party? What's your favorite song, does it make you smile? Do you think of me?

The sound of the alarm blared through the bedroom. The throbbing headache you had was further pronounced as you reach to turn it off. Once your hand grapes your phone, you pull it over and turn off the alarm. You chuck your phone to a deep crevice of your bedsheets and force sleep to overcome you once again. You pull the bedsheets back up and over your face as the warmth soothes your body.

It might have been two seconds, minutes, or hours; you’re not sure. One moment, your eyes are heavy with sleep, and the next moment you’re startled awake by a dip in your bed.

You’re awake now. Very awake. Your eyes go wide as the headache continued to throb throughout your head. The pain was starting to spread to the rest of your body. What could you have possibly done to be in this much pain?

Oh, wait. The memories start flooding in.

You don’t have much time to let the memories flood back as the person on your bed begins to peel the blankets from over your face. The light forces you to rapidly blink a few times as you adjust. Your eyes finally land on him—Jay Halstead.

“If you sit up, I’ll give you some coffee, water, Advil, and breakfast,” he says. Maneuvering yourself to sit against the headboard is a difficult task in your hungover state.

Once you’re comfortably sat against the headboard, you groan in pain. “How could you let me drink this much?” you whine.

“I tried,” Jay says with a chuckle, “but you didn’t listen to me.”

“Just give me the Advil,” you say sternly.

“You don’t want to eat?” he asks as he hands you the Advil and water.

You shake your head as you knock back the meds. “I can’t think of anything except not being in pain.”

“Well, you need to eat something,” Jay contradicts and extends the plate of eggs, sausage, and toast in front of you. You slide over to let Jay sit comfortably next to you. Then, you begin to eat. The first few bites were tough to swallow, but once the meds started to work, you were able to take more confident bites.

"Did I at least look like I had fun last night?" you ask once you're halfway finished with the food Jay made you.

Jay smirks. "Does that change anything?"

"I'm trying to find a reason as to why this pain could be remotely good at all."

Jay pretends to ponder the question, but by the way, he's holding in a smirk, you know you won't like the answer. "Did you have fun? Yes, I think so. Did I get footage of you embarrassing yourself? Also yes. Those two thoughts can and do exist."

You groan into your hands.

"If it makes you feel better, then only embarrassing things happened while I was driving you home and in the elevator."

"So, nothing in public then?" you confirm.

Jay shakes his head.

"At least there's that."

He snorts. "I'm not sure if you singing Journey and sticking your head out the window like a dog should be a not so bad thing, but hey, you do you."

"No way that happened."

"That's precisely what happened."

You, again, groan. "I'm not hungry anymore."

Jay takes the plate and finished your final few bites using your fork. As your best friend, Jay has seen you do many, many, many embarrassing things, and you’re the same. The only difference is that when Jay does embarrassing things, he often looks incredibly good doing so which is not fair.

Once Jay has finished the food on the plate, he gets off your bed and says, "Go shower, and then we'll figure out today's game plan."

"Game plan? I have no intentions of leaving my apartment at all. It's Saturday after all."

He gives you a knowing look. You give one back.

"Not happening, Jay."

He sighs. "Just go shower, and we'll talk after."

You slide out of bed and hop into the shower. The warm water helps soothe the aches in your muscles as you wash off the stench and discomfort of a night out. You wash your face and hair to be rid of the greases and oil that formed. Once you've finished showering, you throw on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. You walk out of the bathroom and sit next to Jay on the couch where he's watching the highlights of last night's hockey game.

"What would I do without you?" you sigh as you take a seat.

"Die, probably," he jokes.

"I know you're joking, but it might not be too far from the truth."

Jay laughs. "I think you're the one who keeps me alive."

"Pfft, me? What good have I done to keep you alive?"

Jay shrugs. "You're my lifeline."

You smile at that. "Lifeline, I love that."

Not as much as I love you, Jay thinks to himself. Last night was one of many, many nights where Jay went out of his way to make sure you were safe. Every time you went out, he was constantly looking out for you and making sure you were having a great time and staying safe. Jay always slept in your guestroom to make sure you had breakfast and pain meds and water the next day. He always made sure you were comfortable underneath your blankets. He only wished that you realized those actions were those of love and not friendship.

When you close your eyes, tell me, what are you dreamin' Everything, I wanna know it all

You were hit with the absolute worst-case of the flu you've ever had. You were on day three of working from home and all you wanted was to leave your house and get some fresh air. You had opened a few windows to try to simulate the feeling, but when it started to make you cold and sniffle, you knew it was better to keep the windows closed.

Each morning, Jay woke up to a million texts from you complaining about how you couldn't sleep. When you were bored or couldn't sleep, you'd spam Jay with messages to cure your boredom. Now that you were stuck at home, those messages were constantly coming in. Thankfully, the unit was having a slow week, so the messages weren't distracting, but they were heartbreaking. He wanted nothing more than to take the pain from you.

At the end of his shift, Jay went to the small deli around the corner to pick up some soup. He picked up your favorite before he showed up at your apartment. He didn't bother knocking on the door because you were likely sleeping. Your texts haven't come in the past thirty minutes, so he's assuming you're asleep or "resting your eyes".

When he walks into your apartment and sees you sitting comfortably wrapped in blankets, Jay's heart warms and saddens. You only got like this when you were sad, but at the same time, you looked so cute sitting like that. Jay clears his throat, and you turn your head to face him. When you see Jay, a soft smile overcomes your face.

You take your blanket jacket fort and waddle over to Jay. "You didn't have to come."

"Yes, I did," he replies with a soft smile. "Look at you."

You glance down at your sweats, sweatshirt, and bundle of blankets and smile. "I look amazing."

Jay snorts. "You do look amazing." He walks over and pulls you into a hug. Normally, you'd breathe in his scent, but your clogged nose prevented you from doing that. You missed Jay's scent, his laundry detergent and cologne.

You sit on a seat at your kitchen counter and wait for Jay to slide the soup over to you. When Jay removes the lid, you smile at the soup—your favorite. Jay watches with satisfaction as you slowly begin to drink the soup. He watches as a bit of color returns to your face and light to your eyes. As Jay drinks the soup he bought for himself, he notices that you’re struggling to continue drinking the soup and keep the blanket that you’re wearing as a cape on. Jay stifles a chuckle knowing it wouldn’t please you, so he gets up and helps pull the blanket off of you. He throws the blanket onto the couch and kisses your forehead softly. It pained him to watch you suffer through this bout of illness.

Jay sits back at the table and continues drinking his soup. With the lack of conversation flowing, Jay assumes that you didn’t cook many meals for yourself these past few days.

You take another sip of your soup. It must have gone down the wrong pipe as you begin to cough. Jay immediately runs over to you and strokes your back. You stop coughing, and Jay runs to your kitchen to grab you a glass of water. You take a few slow sips and let yourself calm down.

“Thank you, Jay,” you say lowly.

“Anytime,” he says through a smile.

I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours And I might never get there, but I'm gonna try If it's ten thousand hours or the rest of my life I'm gonna love you (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)

“I’ll be just a minute,” Jay tells his partner and grabs the coffee sitting in the center console. He shuts the door and quickly crosses the road. He walks into your office and signs in at the front desk. Jay receives the guest pass and speed walks to the elevator. He presses on the button for your floor and prays that you’re not in a meeting. Jay figures he should have told you he was coming, but he wanted to surprise you.

Once he gets to your floor, Jay walks up to the desk and asks if you’re in and available. The person says yes and tells you to walk to your cubicle. You’re not sitting at your desk, so Jay assumes you’re at the printer or in the washroom. In response, Jay sits and decides to wait a few minutes before he’ll leave the coffee and a note and get back to work.

Just when Jay is about to walk back to his car, he hears someone approach your desk. When he sees you, his eyes light up and pulls you into a hug. “What are you doing here?” you ask.

“I brought you coffee,” he answers pointing to your coffee order sitting on the desk.

You smile. “And you went out of your way for that?”

“Nah, we were in the area.”

“Mmm,” you say with a smile as you take a sip. “Thanks, Jay.”

“Anytime,” he says before bidding you adieu. You sat back at your desk with a smile on your face—a smile that only Jay could bring out of you.

Do you miss the road that you grew up on? Did you get your middle name from your grandma? When you think about your forever now, do you think of me?

“How did this happened again?”

You sigh and turn your head to Jay who’s driving. “We’ve been over this a million times, Jay.”

“But it’s a funny story.”

You roll your eyes. “For you, yes. For me, no.”

“Just tell the story again for me. After all, I am driving you to get groceries.”

“Which, may I remind you that you didn’t have to do considering I could just have them delivered to my door?”

“Just tell the story,” Jay insists.

“I was walking down the stairs to the lobby at work, and my coworker tripped me, and I broke my wrist.”

Jay bursts out into laughter.

“This isn’t funny, Jay.”

“To me, it is,” he insists.

“Jay!”

Jay pulls into a parking spot and looks at you. He’s very visibly hiding laughter on his face as he says, “I’m sorry that your coworker tripped you and made you break your wrist. I’m also sorry that I laughed.”

“You’re mostly forgiven,” you answer. You lean over and kiss Jay’s cheek and rush out of the truck. Jay smiles widely and places his hand on the cheek you kissed. You and your broken wrist and cheek kisses are going to be the death of Jay.

He doesn’t have the opportunity to think about the kiss much longer as you knock on his window in impatience.

You lead Jay into the grocery store. He’s pushing the cart and picks out the groceries you request. If you need more than one hand to lift it, then Jay is the one who’s grabbing the groceries. Because your wrist was still in a cast, you couldn’t do much, so Jay was driving you around and helping with errands and such. One of the positives that came with the broken wrist is Jay. He’s been driving you around for the past few weeks, so he was always there. This was definitely helping to lower and reduce the feelings you had for your best friend.

“There’s no way I’m letting you buy that milk,” Jay interjects.

You snort. “Fine, I wasn’t asking for your permission.”

“But you are asking for my help to grab it.”

“Jay, it’s milk.”

“It’s cow’s milk. We all know that almond milk is better.”

You sigh. “Just grab the milk, Jay.”

He stands up straight. “Nope, if you want that milk, you’re going to have to get it on your own.”

“Really?” you ask.

“Really,” he confirms. In response, you open the dairy fridge and grabbed the handle of the milk you wanted to purchase. You lift it but have to immediately put it back on the shelf. It was too heavy for you to grab with one hand.

“You’re going to make me injure myself further, you know,” you point out.

“I highly doubt that.”

We’ll see about that, you think to yourself. If he didn’t want to help you, then you’ll just find someone else. You scan the dairy aisle and looking around for another person. You see a tall, muscular, handsome man browsing the eggs. You throw Jay a smile and saunter over to this other man.

“Excuse me?” you ask the egg-man (that’s how you’ve decided to call him in your head).

He turns to you and smiles. “Yeah?”

“As you can tell, I broke my wrist,” you begin and hold up your broken wrist. “I can’t lift the jug of milk. Do you think you could help me?”

“Of course,” he answers and follows you. As you walk over to your shopping cart and Jay, you notice that Jay’s head is angled down to his phone, but his eyes are very much watching you and egg-man interact. Is that jealousy in his eyes?

You point at the jug of milk you want to egg-man.

“I already got your milk,” Jay interjects. Did you sense a hint of possessiveness in his voice? He pockets his phone and points at the two jugs of milk sitting in your shopping cart.

“Oh!” you say surprised. You then turn to egg-man. “I’m sorry for bothering you. Thanks, though.” Egg-man nods and walks away. As he’s doing so, you wack Jay’s arm.

“What?”

“You ass. You couldn’t get my milk until you felt threatened by another male?”

“No one helps my girl except for me,” Jay answers. My girl. That was the first time he’s ever used that phrase for you, but you liked it.

“Okay,” you reply with a smile. You could get past that.

When you close your eyes, tell me, what are you dreamin'? Everything, I wanna know it all

Growing up, if your mother had time, she’d always make you a chocolate-vanilla layered cake with buttercream. She’d always write “happy birthday” in your favorite color on the top with four blue candles. It was always four candles regardless if you were turning one, four, eight, sixteen, or eighteen. Since moving to Chicago and away from home, it wasn’t often you got to make it back home for your birthday. This year was one of those years.

You complained all of once in a very brief passing; however, this was enough for Jay to know how bad you felt about not being home. A few times, Jay has been told stories about the traditions you had. His favorite to hear about your birthday cake. Your eyes always lit up, and it was one of Jay’s favorite looks on you—happy.

When he got the hint that you were sad about not being home, Jay made it his mission to try to put a smile on your face for your birthday. He figured the best option he had to do that was to bake the cake for you. The only problem was that Jay was terrible at baking and had no strength on that front. He burnt the chocolate layers and the vanilla wasn’t cooking. By the time you showed up at Jay’s apartment, all he had was buttercream that he still isn’t sure he made properly.

“What happened here?” you ask when you see the cake pans and dirty dishes piled in his sink.

“I tried to make that birthday cake of yours that you had growing up, but as you can see, it didn’t go that well.”

You smile. “I can see that.”

“If you help me, maybe we can still have a vanilla cake?”

You giggle. “That sounds fun.”

“Oh, and happy birthday! I can’t believe I forgot,” Jay says and pulls you into a hug. You wrap your arms tightly around Jay and let yourself soak in the hug. You hold on for a few more seconds and attribute it to being your birthday. There couldn’t be any other reason, right?

“Shall we make the cake now?” Jay asks after he pulls away far too soon. You nod and begin pouring the vanilla cake batter into one pan. “What are you doing?”

“The reason the chocolate burnt was that you put too little batter into the pan.”

“And this is why we’re best friends,” Jay remarks. “You always know how to fix my mistakes.”

You smile and continue maneuvering around the kitchen to finish the cake. You direct Jay to begin to clean the dishes. It was your birthday after all; there is no way you’re cleaning the dishes. Once the vanilla batter is successfully in the oven, you open a bottle of wine and pour two glasses. You sit on a stool in his kitchen and watch Jay continue washing the dishes. Just around when the dishes are finished, the cake is ready to be taken out of the oven, so you take it out and prepare the buttercream to be spread once the cake is cooled.

Once the cake has cooled and frosted, Jay takes two plates of cake while you grab the wine. You both sit on his couch and eat the cake.

“It’s not the same as what I had growing up, but somehow, I love it even more,” you remark.

“Oh yeah?” he asks taking another bite of cake.

You nod. “Best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Jay doesn’t know, but you’re pretty sure it has something to do with Jay being who you’re celebrating with.

I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours And I might never get there, but I'm gonna try If it's ten thousand hours or the rest of my life I'm gonna love you (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm gonna love you (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)

Eight texts were marked unread as Jay arrived home close to midnight. It was a long day with lots of paperwork after a hard-fought case. All he wanted was to sleep, but when the texts from you begin to flood his phone, Jay was completely awake. There wasn’t a single ounce of exhaustion in his body as Jay pulls over to the side of the road to read your messages. From what he got, you were anxious about a project for work. The pressure was getting to you, and you were spiraling. Jay replies with a quick “on my way” before he turns around his truck and heads back to your apartment.

Once he arrives at your apartment, Jay is quick to park and run to the elevator. Thankfully, it was at the ground floor, so he didn’t have to wait. Jay softly knocks on your door, and you let him. Jay takes in your form. You’re wearing your pajamas, but your hair is messy from running your hands through it. Under your eyes were red from crying. Jay pulls you into a warm hug and holds you tightly as you break down again. This time, though, you had Jay there to help you. Everything, it seemed, at this moment, was exhausting. Crying even took a toll on you.

After your tears slowly begin to subside, Jay lets you go for a single moment to grab you a glass of water. It looks like you’ve been crying for a long time, so he wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated or get a headache. He hands you the glass of water, and you accept it graciously before drinking it all in a matter of seconds. You make moves to refill it, but Jay stops you and grabs the glass from you. He’s here to help you, so there’s no way that he’s letting you refill your glass on your own. In the middle of a breakdown or not, Jay isn’t going to let you do anything on your own.

“Do you want to talk?” he asks once you’ve drunk a bit of water and slowly starting to calm down.

You shake your head. “Not right now.”

“That’s fine, whenever you’re ready.”

You nod and close your eyes.

“Hey, do you want to go for a drive?” Jay proposes.

“A drive?” you ask confused. The thought, though, is enough to put a small smile on your face, and that’s all Jay wanted to do.

“Yeah, we’ll just drive around the neighborhood, around the city, anywhere. We can listen to music, or we can drive in silence. You know, just to get you out somewhere else and give your mind something else to think about,” Jay explains.

“Okay,” you answer and let Jay lead you to his truck after you’ve put on some shoes. Once you’re in the truck, you grab Jay’s phone and play your favorite playlist. Despite it being Jay’s phone, every playlist you’ve ever made is synced with Jay’s phone, too. You always insist that you can just connect your phone, but Jay always insists on using his phone.

Jay pulls out of the parking spot just as the opening lines to one of your favorite songs come on. You relax into the seat of Jay’s truck and let the music relax you. Although your mind is still spinning, it’s not about what was bothering you earlier. Your mind is racing about the man sitting to your left and driving you around Chicago. When you texted him, you didn’t think he was going to be awake. You were more so texting Jay to get your feelings out instead of keeping them in; you weren’t expecting him to respond and show up at your door like your knight in shining armor. That’s what he was, wasn’t he? Jay was your knight in shining armor, and to you, you wouldn’t want anyone else to be in that role.

“Care to share your thoughts?” Jay asks in between one song ending and another starting. When he gets no response, Jay looks over to you. You’ve fallen asleep. If you’ve fallen asleep, then that means you successfully calmed down for the evening. That was all Jay wanted.

At your current location, you’re currently closer to Jay’s apartment than yours, so he opts to drive to his apartment. You have your phone, wallet, and keys, so you should be fine. Jay parks his truck in his parking spot. He slowly lifts you out of the seat and carries you to his apartment. Jay will come back for your stuff after you’re in bed.

As he’s carrying you, Jay feels you move closer to him. You rest your head on Jay’s shoulder, and he feels you get closer to him. It takes everything in him not to collapse as he feels you against his body.

Once you’re underneath the sheets on Jay’s bed, he gives you a kiss on your forehead goodnight. He closes the door and goes to sleep on the couch. For you, he’d sleep on the couch for eternity.

Ooh, want the good and the bad and everything in between Ooh, gotta cure my curiosity Ooh, yeah

A night out at Molly’s was the perfect way to end both a long day and a long week. After your supervisor basically screwed you over, you wanted nothing more than a cold beer and hanging out with your best friend.

“Here you go,” Jay says as he places the beers on the table.

“Thanks.” You smile and take a sip, the cold liquid already calming you down.

He takes the seat across from you and sips his own beer. His eyes scan your face and the worry and anxiety laced in your features. After taking another sip, you rest your hands on the table in front of you. Your hands are shaking as you think about how terrible the week was but knowing that the upcoming week is going to be just as bad. To calm and stop your shaking hands, Jay places his hands atop of yours. His hands completely envelop yours to the point where it’s impossible to see your hands.

The tremors in your hands stop as you feel a sense of relaxation ascend on your body. You twist your neck to try to relieve the stress that you could feel building there.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Jay prompts.

You sigh. “My supervisor is just the worst sometimes.”

“I’m sure it will get better,” Jay reasons.

You shrug. “She’s going on maternity leave soon, so I’ll a bit of a reprieve.”

“When does she go on maternity leave?”

“In a month.”

“Maybe I’ll sign you on for a month as a guest detective,” Jay proposes. You think he’s joking, but spending the month with Jay seems like a really great idea.

“Really?”

He chuckles. “I don’t think I could legally do that, but you know I love you, so I might as well try.”

The expression of love is often passed between you and your best friend. It was often expressed, so when Jay said it, you weren’t shocked. You didn’t notice, however, the love that Jay was trying to express, too. “I love you, too, Jay, but thank you. I don’t know how I got through today. The only thing I was working towards was us here, tonight.”

Jay smiles, but it doesn’t meet his eyes. A darkness cloud’s Jay’s eyes, and you can’t help but wonder what the problem was. He retracts his hands that were holding yours.

“Jay?” you ask.

“You know I love you, right?” he mumbles. You furrow your eyebrows; wasn’t that just what he said?

“Yeah, of course,” you answer with confusion in your voice.

He shakes his head. “No, I love you, love you.”

Your eyes widen in shock. There was no way he felt the same. You open your mouth to respond but then close it. You never in a million years thought Jay Halstead, your best friend, would ever love you as you love him. Just seems to take your three seconds of no response as you not feeling the same, so he places some cash on the table and walks away with a somber mood.

Jay’s steadfast in his endeavor to get away from you that he doesn’t hear you calling out to him.

This couldn’t be the end. There was no way that this was how your relationship ended with Jay—over before it started.

I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours (Sweet heart of yours) And I might never get there, but I'm gonna try (Yeah) If it's ten thousand hours or the rest of my life

Jay is woken by someone aggressively knocking on his door. He throws on a sweatshirt and walks over to the door angry. Who could possibly be waking him at an odd early? It wasn’t even four hours ago where he told you he loved you, and you gave him no response. It was four hours ago that Jay got his heart shattered to pieces.

“Can I help you?” he asks annoyed when he opens the door. His eyes widen when he sees you.

You push your way into his apartment angrily. “How dare you walk away from me like that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You walked away from me without letting me tell you anything.”

“You were the one who didn’t say anything,”

“Jay, you gave me three seconds before you walked away!” you yelled. “I didn’t get the chance to tell you anything!”

Jay takes a step closer to you. “And what is that? Did you plan on breaking my heart?”

“Jay, you broke my heart by walking away. If you really loved me, then you would have given me more time!”

“More time to what, think about how much you don’t love me?”

“No, you idiot.”

Jay takes a step back. “What?”

“I’ve been in love with you for years, Jay. When you told me, I was shocked. I didn’t know how to respond, but you know what, Jay? I love you. I love you so much that I can’t take it. Jay Halstead, I’m in love with you, and when you walked away from me, my heart burst.” A few tears start to form in your eyes as you finish talking. Jay pulls you against his body and holds you tightly. He lets you cry as he strokes your back and helps you calm down. Once you’ve stopped crying, you pull away and look at Jay. “You don’t get to walk away from me like that Jay. Ever again. You don’t get to send me into a spiral like that of the past four hours.”

He nods. “I’m sorry.”

“You better be sorry,” you respond bitterly. Jay can see the corners of your eyes peaking into a smile, and by that alone, he knows he’s been forgiven.

“Can I kiss you, now?” Jay asks. He’s pretty sure he’s forgiven, but at this point, he doesn’t know how angry you might still be. Your face softens at his question, and you nod. Jay places his hands gently on your face as he brings it close to his. He slowly closes the gap and rests his lips gently on yours as your hands go to the back of his neck. It was a soft, tender kiss for all of two seconds before you both further deepened the kiss. All the emotion that’s been bubbling inside you came out in that one kiss. All the love that you’ve been holding onto for years was finally being expressed. You no longer had to hide the way you felt. It was exhilarating finally having the one person you’ve wanted all this time.

Jay pulls back slowly not want to ever stop kissing you. He strokes a soft pattern on your cheek as a smile overcomes your face. “I love you,” he says.

“I love you, too,” you answer, a smile, too, overcoming your face. “I always will.

I'm gonna love you (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm gonna love you (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, and I... Do you love the rain, does it make you dance? I'm gonna love you (I'm gonna love you) I'm gonna love you

[thehighpriestess1]

Pls do 12 (best friend )for toji 🙂🙂🙂 and ty for your hard work i really like your works and have a nice day!!!

Summary: Best friend Toji headcanon!! I wrote it modern au and Toji works as a martial art trainer...

A/N: Thanks for the request!! I hope you like it.. You can send request for the event here.

Warning : Soft toji will steal your heart. Read at your own risk. Not proofread :)

Doesn't have a lot of friends because of his intimidating persona so he is a little insecure about it. He can ask someone for directions and they run for their life.. but you seemed to look at him differently. In your eyes he is a huge puppy.

He was shocked when you were so "normal" with him. Most people either were scared of him or wanted to date him but you were just normal and he appreciated that a lot!

I think he is a man of few words and kind of introverted so you'll have to make most of the plans with him. If you are an introvert like him then your plans would be at home movie or gaming night. If you are an extrovert you'd drag him out for walk in the park or amusement park.

Toji in amusement park? OMG. Only you can make him wear those funny headbands. Everyone around would stare like 👀👀👀... But you wouldn't care cause he's your friend and you will fight anyone who looks at him the wrong way.

Toji is aware he looks intimidating and sometimes gets embarassed of himself when you both are out and people stare at you two.

Once an old man stopped you two from entering the cafe because Toji looks like a delinquent, Toji felt so bad and ashamed because you wanted to visit this place for so long and you were really excited. But then he saw your tiny ass picking a fight with the old man, defending him and he just went 🥺🥺🥺🥺. He's a softie for you.

"I'm sorry we got banned from that place. You can come here with someone else. I don't care". He'd say so casually but so hurt on inside. "They can't ban me. I ban them from my list of places! If I come here then I'll come here with you". You'd huff as your cross your arms on your chest.

PIGGYBACK RIDES!!! have you seen this man? He can lift you up with one arm, you'd weigh nothing to him..

Will come to pick you up from work with an umbrella if it's raining and you forgot one.Your colleagues will never ever think about messing with you.Even your boss would start being extra sweet to you. If you hold hands it would mostly be linking pinkies together.

Will hog ALL your food.. even left overs. He goes to gym and he gets hungry.. don't be mad at him.

Made you try protein shake by telling you it tasted like chocolate milk. Had to buy you real chocolate milk as a punishment when you didn't talk to him for a day.

Forces you to come to gym with him. Mostly to show off how strong he is. Will definitely definitely help you workout. He would make you learn some self defence techniques because he won't always be there to protect you.

Will help you filter out guys on Tinder. "This one looks too weak". "Chicken arms". "He weighs less than a bag of potatoes". Yeah he will insult every guy.

But if you start dating a guy who is as built as him, his ego would be hurt...very hurt....but he won't show it instead he will spend and extra hour working out.

Post breakup comforts is top notch. "Do you want me to break his legs?"..."no toji!"...."arms?"..."No"...."at least his fingers!! He hurt you!".... You'd roll your eyes at him. Post breakup ritual is going to seven eleven and having ramen and then getting drunk.

All your friends want his number... (Me too) ...

Will try to cook for you if you are sick.Will force you to eat vegetables. Meals plans for both of you..

Matching PJs. Like I said only you can make this buff ass man wear a puppy onsie. He looks so adorable!!!!

If you are mad at him he will tighten lids of all the jars in your house and you'd have to eventually ask him for help.. he'd be smirking at you watching you turn red trying to open the lid.

Nicknames what he calls you: brat, sweetheart, old woman ( some inside joke). What you call him : Toto, good boy (he hates it), old man.

Cuddles are soooo good. He basically covers your entire body. Also so warm and soft. He is your personal space heater.

Tickets you when you act like a brat. Once you punched him with all your might and he didn't even flinch.. just stared at you like 😐

You guys definitely have some matching tattoo or accesories.

Will kill spiders and insects for you.. honestly will kill anyone for you.. you are that precious to him..

Perfect best friend...

[dazz-linglight]

Exo first I love you reaction

(yess baby, thank you for requesting!) (This took me a long time to post and I specified the reason below.)

Xiumin (Minseok)

After spending the night together he woke up first and tries to get up to go to the kitchen to make two mugs of coffee to start the day, but you protest holding him tighter still in your sleep

"Don't leave me, I love you.." He sees your eyes closed and decided to stay five minutes more to cuddle you.

"I love you too, baby." He kisses your cheek and nuzzles on your neck, laying down comfortably again with a big smile.

Suho (Junmyeon)

You have been friends with benefits for a while, sometimes made movie nights together and hang outs and not officially in a relationship yet, so you invited him to come over to talk. He arrived a few minutes later and you pulled him to the couch to sit down.

"Are you okay?" He asked a little worried by your seriousness and leaned closer.

"No.. I mean yes, kinda, I just don't want to hold it back anymore."

"What is it?" You had butterflies swarming on your stomach by adrenaline and the scary thought of failure on your mind, you squeezed his hand in the space between the two of you and gathered the courage to say it.

"I' love you. As more than a friend, I mean." He seemed surprised for a minute while you waited for some kind of response but soon he smiled seemingly relieved. It was your turn to be surprised when he wrapped a hand on your neck and pulled you closer in a light kiss.

"I was worried you were going to say you found someone else. Good thing I was wrong, because I love you too."

Lay

Yixing spent the day on his studio and you were worried since you knew that he often neglected himself when working, so you decided to pay him a visit in the evening and got food on the way.

"Baobei?" You placed the containers with food on the center table and got closer to him after noticing he was asleep on the couch and massaged his shoulder until he stirred.

"Oh? You're here" He showed those cute dimples with a smile and sat up to pay attention to you.

"Have you eaten? I bought hotpot, we can eat together."

"You didn't have to.." He tried to convince you it was okay but you're weren't having it.

"I had to because I love you and I worry about you, okay?" He felt like he was still dreaming when you said it and you saw his ears getting red.

"You love me?" You give him a pair of chopsticks and nod sitting by his side.

"Yes, I do."

"Fair enough, I love you more."

Baekhyun

Baekhyun invited you to a late night ride to the Hand River to enjoy the view with you with no interruptions. He put Bambi to play on the bluetooth and you both of you opened the doors to go to the back seats, getting comfortably close to cuddle.

"You're so warm, I love it.." You sigh laying your head on his wide shoulder and he wrapped his arms around you, spreading his fingers lightly along the soft skin of your cheek and bringing your chin up to look at him.

"And I love you." You traced the veins on his arm. It was exactly then that you felt him as yours, belonging to each other. You pressed your lips to his in a sweet kiss and separating a few seconds later.

"I love you too.." He nuzzles on your neck, humming softly in your ear to the music playing from his phone.

Chen

(I spent a long time wondering if I should write about him romantically now that he's actually married, and after much thought I came to the conclusion that yes, I will still write for him since this is just fiction and it won't do any harm to his actual relationship. If you're uncomfortable you can skip his part.)

It happened in the first holiday you were spending together with his parents. You had been wanting to say it for quite some time before that moment and had nearly said it on a few occasions but chickened out. The urge was stronger when he showed little gestures of cuteness that were his personal ways of saying “I love you” without words. Then he decided to take the lead and say it first in the middle of the kitchen in the early hours of the morning after making you tea.

“Pardon?” Just because you wanted to be sure that you've heard him right.

"I love you." He repeated himself, this time closer to you and then of course, you didn't hesitate to say it right back.

Chanyeol

You and Chanyeol were on your first trip together to a small town away from Seoul to see the cherry blossoms. It's the new season and the view is beautiful to see together on a hiking.

"Yeol! Look at this one!" You pointed at the biggest tree you saw until now and Chanyeol smiled taking pictures of you and the tree, wanting to register the moment. You run to his side and hug him by the neck, took his phone and clicked selfies while kissing his cheek, causing him to laugh wholeheartedly hugging you tight.

"You're so cute, I love you." He mumbled booping your nose. You were unknowingly recording, the rush of dopamine in your brain and quickening of your heart as your thoughts only focused on him.

"I love you too!" You replied with excitement, taking advantage of the empty place to shower him with many kisses, all of it staying engraved on his phone.

D.O.

You were preparing the salad when you heard the beeps of the code on the front door, meaning Kyungsoo arrived. He smelled the food and heard the noises coming from the kitchen, so he rolled up his sleeves and walked until he found you. You turn around to greet him as he took in the sight and stared back at you.

"Are you hungry? Dinner is almost ready!" You could practically see his irises dilating and he wrapped an arm over your hips and planted a light kiss on both of your cheeks and lips.

"You're the best, I love you." Your arms tighten on his back through the surprise but still gathered the courage to answer with a giggle as he nuzzles his nose on your neck.

"I love you too."

Kai

Jongin had to travel to another city for a special photoshoot and would stay there for a week, so whenever you both had time you called each other, during the day and at night before sleeping.

"Okay, now we really should hang up, you need to rest for tomorrow." You point out after seeing it's close to midnight.

"Then you hang up first."

"No, you first."

"You!"

"Let's hang up together."

"Okay. Count till 3?"

"1"

"2"

"3"

"Yah."

"What?"

"I love you." He answered first in a whisper.

"I love you too, sleep well." You smiled feeling all bubbly and could hear him giggling on the other side.

"Dream about me." He said at last and hung up, both of you fluttered by the moment.

Sehun

Sehun had gone out with the members for dinner and later arrived at your door by taxi since he drank a little too much.

"There's my pretty doll." He greets slurring his words as you helped him in and took his jacket.

"Come closer, I'll tell you a secret.." You get curious about what he was going to say in the first time you're seeing him drunk and scoots closer to him.

"Yes?"

"Hi." Sehun draped his arms around you, pulling you even closer to talk right on your ear.

"Hi."

"Baby."

"Yes?"

"I love yooou" He said followed by a fit of giggles from his drunk self and you squeeze his cheeks to make him focus.

"I love you too, silly." You kiss his face and wrap your hands around his torso. Someway Sehun end up tripping while kicking off his shoes and leads both of you to the ground, you above him.

[eternallyb0red]

You asked me, now I'm going to ask YOU! >:D

What're your hcs on fem!L (could be domestic, or our favourite, Kira Wins AU)

Ohhh hii! thank you so much for the ask!! And ohh boy, I've got ton a lot of them so this is gonna be looooong post! Warnings for some dark/disturbing themes and nsfw content.

Lawlight: (Fem!LxLight)

Domestic Headcanons 

1) In general itself, Light found it difficult to sleep with L because she'd always be working; however it became even more troublesome when they started shifting to different hotels in every few days or weeks. The constant change in atmosphere, food and the overall weariness started taking its toll on him and he just couldn't sleep anymore. So this is when L started to gently place his head on her lap and cradle his face like a child till he finally succumbed to slumber. Although he'd never admit it, he really liked all those nights being coddled by her.

2) Usually Light's the big spoon but sometimes...he just loves being held, it's just that time when he's truly vulnerable and exposed and stripped off from all the power and he isn't ashamed of it, afterall he knows that she's his only equal.

3) He isn't all that into cooking but he loves baking her favourite confectioneries for her (like strawberry shortcake for eg) and she loves to join him for coffee in the morning even though she can sustain without it.

4) L really admires Light's natural beauty, she prefers helping him untie his scarlet necktie all in while pressing chaste kisses to his nape prompting shudders from him. And after when he's undressed he really loves to just lift her small body up in his arms and kiss her so fiercely until they're both drunk in feverish pleasure and the insatiable hunger and need for eachother. They're just really pretty like that.

5) He never leaves her during her cramps and is strictly devoted to fulfill all her cravings. Sometimes she gets whiny and squirmy because the pain just doesn't go away so he holds her so tight as if she might disappear in thin air and only lets go when she demands him to. And yeah she definitely lives being enveloped in his tight heat, it's really comforting.

6) They're both needy brats and obviously too stubborn to admit that they are but oh boy...one wouldn't want to walk-in into their makeout sessions because they're both such savages (especially Light) that it feels like they're gonna eat each other's faces, because despite being breathless and having red, swollen lips they just love to keep going unless one of them backs out...guess you could say it's like a competition too.

7) They cuddle a lot in bed, switching occasionally, they really love their private time together. 

Yandere!Light Headcanons (Warning! dark/ disturbing theme, slight nsfw)

Honestly, I’ve been myself writing an AU with possessive/obsessive!Light soooo there might be mild spoilers since this is pretty much what i had in my draft..lol

1) Extreme possessiveness- However, unlike typical yanderes, he's really subtle about it. Remember he's stoic, cold and calculative and would refrain himself from showing much agressiveness and usually masquerade his real menacing intents and intrusive thoughts. He would be all sweet, charming and most prominently, an approachable type of person. Like, one wouldn't ever suspect him ever solely because of how “normal/perfect” or more specifically non-threatening he appears to be. 

2)  After transpiring his real self to L, he'd most probably still act how people "want/expect" him to act publicly, although she is the only one to pick up on the miniscule undertones that suggest otherwise - his hardening and cold gaze, his eerily exuberant demeanour with other people surrounding her when she’s trying to talk to other people by avoiding him, him grasping onto her arm in a vice-like grip that almost leaves bruises, etc.

3)  Stalkerish and wanna-know-everything-type : He's obviously been obsessed with her since she's even got to know him, he LOVES her and is OBSESSED with her, he has got myriads of miscellaneous polaroids of her, some are extreme zoom-ups that are downright unsettling, some are specifically of her smiling and by the angle it sure does seem he had worked a lot and gauged the perfect place to successfully obscure the lens of the cameras and still procure perfect, still and clear images. Some images are of her sleeping and frankly; it's really, really creepy and all of the pictures clearly exudes a very profound feeling of malice dipped with sinister intents. 

There's also naked pictures of her bathing and after thoroughly scrutinizing each picture, one can easily conclude that he has already broken into her house more than once and scrupulously scaled the length and breadth of it and hence obtained such perfect angles that even L herself couldn’t. 

4) Scary and intimidating: The way he punishes her - through whipping, branding, depriving her of food and water, humiliating her- and then intimidates her merely by his physique and demeanor- livid, crimson gaze that makes her feel so small, his voice coated with venom, his threats that are always hanging loose in the air such that she always feels them and it makes her really uncomfortable.

He genuinely is pretty competent in getting into someone's mind, like he's brainwashing her to believe things - he's her love, her saviour, her partner, her husband, her everything, she should be more grateful- and hence she always rethinks and contemplates her choices before making any move so that she can be wary of the consequences.

5) Powerplay is usually what turns him on, he LOVES being dominant and controlling even in bed but sometimes different things turn him on for instance, L being affectionate and leaning into his touch after being punished or her acting so docile and helpless. As for oral sex, he loves both receiving and giving but he sure loves to eat her out too, cuz he LOVES to make his partner feel good too, which Is so obvious because he won't ask her to blow him just after he's whipped the dear life out of her so no. He is more into giving because he likes hearing how pathetic and needy she is. 

NSFW Headcanons

1) Light is really into degradation and ohh boy his entire demeanor changes like waves when he’s horny, he’s mostly more dominant and demanding and loves to prolong her orgasm long enough for her to beg pettily for him to just fill her up. 

2) He’s into footplay/footjob, despite liking being dominant, he views her to be a literal goddess when she’s naked and loves to worship her entire body with his mouth ( wink, wink) he holds her feet like its an artifact and loves to act desperate infront of her. Sometimes she wonders why he’s so perverted...

3) L loves to ride, like, she knows how big and thic and divine Light’s member is and it really gets her off. 

4) Though it’s Light being the dom for most parts, he lowkey loves getting pegged by her bcs again, they’re equals and the power just shifts from one to another. L just loves pegging her husband when he’s feeling down (but horny). 

Okay, so i still got more but im tired now lol so maybe I’ll do another part some other day...good god the subby part of light is literally just me projecting-- ahhh nvm hope you enjoyed skksshihs

[ahjustroza]

Do you have any hcs abt Last Legacy modern au?

Sorry for the wait! I just write very slow 🥺😭 btw I am still writing other requests! I'll post them as soon as I finish writing ✨😌😏 And YES I still take requests😏😏😏

Lol btw I haven't played the catboy Felix tale yet but found his delicious CG. Also, there might be typos etc. My dyslexia was a hoe for the last couple of days (･_･

Last Legacy Modern Au Headcanons

Sage

Lmao the first time you went to his place you faced with an ancient-looking old computer that he found in a garage sale

"It still works"

"Sage with its monitor alone you can heat your entire house in winter"

"Aye, but I don't have to use that to get heated if you catch my drift."

Let me give you a concept: thrift store dates

You took him to a thrift store once and thought it might be fun

But at the moment you entered the store Sage found a damn fake fur jacket and gold sunglasses

He will buy anything with a famous brand logo and say it is original and is an antique

But he'll only do that to annoy people

Mostly.

Sage cares about his looks but doesn't go crazy about it

Before dating you he just lived his life like a street kid like in cyberpunk 2077

Sage and Tulsi grew up in slums and then Sage got an apartment so that Tulsi could grow up in a safe environment

He didn't go to college but made sure that Tulsi did

Sage basically works as a mercenary in the modern au as well

He travels a lot and has to disappear for a looong long time

Tulsi is used to it but you aren't

Once you two are in a relationship and he feels ready to settle down he might get a job closeby to your shared house

You made him realize that he needs his family around him

And now he is not alone to carry all the burden by himself

He knows that if he can't make it in time you will be there to help out Tulsi or take care of all the work for him

He feels lighter around you

Also, he makes many people jealous on the streets lol

Whenever you two are on a date no one can believe that you, a literal divine being, could look at a Boku no pico catboy maid-sama man like him.

He is also jealous of you

But never possessive

He likes to send you out of context memes in the worst possible times ever

Like you got Luigi and Mario animations, doing the waltz, with the Britney Spears' Toxic song during the busiest hour of your shift

He also texted "This us"

The audacity

Sage would also LOVE video games

Especially Final Fantasy games

But he suck at playing them so he makes you play instead

And he'll give instructions too

"I saw a checkpoint in the other room babe,"

"Love, I gotta run away from the boss right now."

"It's not the boss, bosses have their boss rooms. This is an obstacle"

Sage also suck at filing taxes

So good luck with that

I can see Sage having PTSD treatments because of his traumatized childhood and the life he had to live until now after settling down with you

You convinced him to go to therapy and Tulsi backed you up

So he will take medications every day

At first, you had to remind him a lot, but then he just made it an addiction and now doesn't need reminders

He was never happier and finally had a taste of a healthy and caring relationship with you

He is also not so terrible with putting the IKEA furniture together.

Felix

He got expelled from Harvard.

Then his rich father had to convince the headmaster to reconsider the decision and Felix ended up with suspension instead smh

Felix's grades are great but he has disciplinary issues

I can see him majoring in criminal justice and mortuary science

Or maybe just mortuary science

Escell was very disappointed in him.

He is also famous for dating with the valedictorian among Harvard graduates

Then they broke up and you yeeted yourself in his life

Or he yeeted himself to your arms

He literally dramatically fell one day and you happened to be close to catch him

Then the Titanic music played in the background with the slow summer rain fell down to your heads

You are hot so he was flustered

Like he internally screamed when he fell in your arms

Or shall I say fell in love?

You two then started as friends since not too later he found out that he might actually have a chance with you after you mentioned your love of video games and romance books

After starting to date he confessed that he has an AO3 account asddgf

Rime was a burden too

He was the one who broke Felix's heart

But still wanted him to only love him and him alone

Then you were like

"Hoe listen to me..."

Rime hot

But no

Felix cried until morning the day you fist fought Rime in the grocery store parking lot

AAHGDHFA

Scylla secretly approved your determination that day and watched the fight afar

Escell got drunk and Florian came home the day after for everyone's explanations

The deeper your relationship got the more a part of his family you become

I mean every Friday it was now a routine that Felix and you attended family dinner

No one even asks anymore they just put your plate down and Escell hides his most expensive wine bottles from everyone

Felix is not good to live in his own house though

He always lived with someone in the house so he wasn't alone

Ever.

When you moved into the same house with him Felix was relieved

You two will be emos together and watch fifty shades of grey movies during the quarantine

Please ask Felix if he thinks the movie is interesting, he will avoid you all day long

Then become a blanket burrito at night lmao

Oh btw he might tell you random facts about mortuary

Like you are in the shower and he comes in to brush his teeth

Then he'll tell you a fact you didn't have to know then leave

"Truly fascinating, if you ask me."

He is also the type to text you from the other side of the room

Or call you from the other room to ask you if you can bring him something to eat

Felix would also love to go to the farmers' market too

"Finally some quality food."

Whenever you two go on a vacation together

lmao someone ALWAYS takes his hand and reads his palm

Only to be ended up getting scolded and getting a proper palm reading from Felix

Anisa

Call her and ask if she wants drive tru

"Love, it is thREE IN THE MORNING, I have work tomorrow-"

"So two? Or nah?"

"Get a coffee."

Actually, she wants a cookie but won't admit it

She knows you'll get her a cookie

You always get her a cookie with coffee

Anisa might be a great investigator if you ask me

If not a detective or a police chief or lieutenant

But I think she would work in law enforcement

Or she might also start her own company and rise as well

Unlike Sage and Felix, Anisa will not live in the same house with you before she decides to settle down for good

It's not because she doesn't want you around her

But because she is always at work and doesn't want to leave everything to you to handle at home

But she is always with you on her day offs

Will call you once a day at least

Text you during her breaks or whenever she can

If you can show up at her workplace during the lunch break she will take you to the nearest coffee shop

"Their coffee is not nearly as good as yours, but among other shops, this is the most drinkable one."

She will spoil you during your dates!

She likes to see you smile and will do anything for you to have a good time with her

So expect sweets, movie nights, amusement park dates, or just traveling during both of your yearly week/month offs/breaks

She won't admit it but likes it when you try to match your clothes with hers

She will know your favorite everythings lol

Take her to a dinner date and she will be so happy and feel spoiled

She will let you paint her nails

Let you get all the hot water in the shower

Will let you wear her clothes

Pillow fights are allowed every now and then

When she gets sick she'll try to power through but likes it when you baby her

Whenever you get sick she will try to not fuss over you but every 15 minutes she'll ask to take you to see a doctor

She is a cereal gal

You might have to drag her to bed many nights because she will take work at home

Oh my god, do play dungeons and dragons with her

If you visited somewhere she has never been she will ask a lot of questions about your trip

Likes to binge a tv series you two found online

Also enjoys just silent but comfortable moments with you

When you read your book she will gaze at you

All heart eyes

Will put her favorite picture of you two as her profile picture in her social media accounts

Will like your every post

ALWAYS TEXTS BACK TO YOU. ALWAYS.

Never leaves you on read/seen

She will either give you a proper text or just let you know that she is busy at the moment

Also if you come home later than her she will ask if you want her to prepare anything special you want for dinner

otherwise, she'll do dishes that you both like anyway

If she is late, she'll call you to ask if you need anything from the grocery store, etc.

[softieteez]

ivy’s relationships with ateez

ivy and her relationship with each member

{ hongjoong }

status: “father & daughter”

ship name: jijoong

popularity: 5/10

she messed with him sooo much

the amount of times he scolds her whenever she’s around wooyoung and san ✋🏼

besides that though, he jokes that she’s his most well behaved child

he is her mentor, especially recently, she’s gone to him to help write lyrics. she says she wants to try producing soon too.

she is the person that keeps him sane half the time, brings him food while he’s working, just making sure he’s staying healthy.

when they finish promotions she usually forced him to go out and buy a milkshake with her or something.

he always keeps an eye on her to make sure she’s always comfortable

he likes to tell this story about ivy when one time she walked into his and seonghwa’s room at 2 am without saying a word and just laid on top of him

you know how hongjoong once said “don’t look at other oppa’s”? yeah that rule kinda applies to her too

he’s so protective, anytime another idol or staff member flirts with her, he’s watching closely.

he likes with she get plain white acrylics because she lets him paint them how he wants.

she refused to buy her anymore stuffies and scolds mingi and seonghwa when they buy her more which is maybe too often

“leader hong in the houseee”

“ivy, i’m trying to sleep”

{ seonghwa }

status: “mother & daughter”

ship name: ivyhwa

popularity: 5/10

she is his motherfuckin baby, no one touches her.

she’s clumsy so ever time she trips, falls, stubs her toe, he face palms and the helps her ‘injuries’ that she exaggerates

has to cover her mouth whenever they play explicit music during vlives because she will swear with pride

stuffie buyer #1

screams and closes her eyes every time he does something sexy for fan

back. hugs. either her giving him back hugs or vise versa.

plays with his hands when she’s anxious

scares him every time she does a flip on variety shows

whenever they’re at a fan sign or something and she starts doing sexy parts of their dances he just stands in front of her to block people from seeing, recently however she tells atiny to yell at him to move.

she organizes, he cleans. they’re a team.

dancing on vlive and killing every atiny there is.

on time he made a joke and called her ‘poison ivy’ and she punched him so hard. which shocked both of them because she isn’t that strong (jongho was proud)

“seonghwa got me a new stuffie !!!!”

“you weren’t supposed to tell ! hongjoong will yell at me”

{ yunho }

status: “besties”

ship name: yunsoo or yunvy

popularity: 5/10

big back rides #1

they’re really close but a lot of atiny’s don’t see it 🤷🏼‍♀️

she makes him laugh so much

he’s older, taller, and stronger, but he is her baby

twerking 101

the reasons she got to see nayoung again thank you imitation

“yunho’s an actor now” literally any chance she gets

buys her food, so much food. even on diets.

she currently has one of his photo cards in her phone case

her contact name for him translates to “abnormally large puppy man”

she just stares at him. and then when he gets weirded out and asks why she says ‘because i can’ or ‘mind your business’

like to paint with her

“ivy, seonghwa yelled at me for letting you twerk on that on vlive”

“he’s the man that sexy danced to baby shark, i think he’ll live”

{ yeosang }

status: “best friends”

ship name: yeovy

popularity: 7/10

gemini’s. need i say more ?

they make fun of the members behind their backs together

refuses to buy her anymore chocolate

she ?? keeps ??? wearing ?? his ?? shirts ???

she lowkey fangirls over how pretty he is

they’re too shy for their own good

she tried teaching him how to do flips, but he gave up after a kart wheel and seonghwa stopped it before they could even make it to round offs

he acts shocked every time the stylists give her sexy outfits even though he’s used to it by now

buys her chicken tenders all the time

he once said that ivy is giggly and clingy when she’s drunk and somehow he’s usually the one to take care of her

gives him weird looks, for literally no reason

she’s proud of yeosang because of his recent confidence boost

“why is hongjoong wearing that?”

“i don’t know, let’s go make fun of him”

{ san }

status: “best friends”

ship name: sansoo

popularity: 7/10

they’re so cute until they get on stage

constant hugging, it never ends.

they compliment each other allll the time

he likes to flirt with her just to make her shy and flustered because he finds it funny

feeding each other for some reason ??

he buys her dumplings

she wants to recreate every hair color he’s ever had but she’s lowkey too scared

she wants him to get a facial piercing so badly !!

he held her hand when she got her first tattoo

random dance parties together >>>

san said he’s proud of her because her confidence has grown so much and shes been working hard lately

there was a time when she cried at a fansign because a fan gave her a really meaningful note and san immediately went over to hug her

“sannie, i just got called sexy!”

“you’re too young”

{ mingi }

status: “they crushing?”

ship name: minvy

popularity: 10/10

piggyback rides #2

her number one cuddler

stuffie buy #2

literally do not separate them. e v e r

a lot of fans actually ship them because of how close they are. and because they’re cute asf

buying each other food >>>

she said that the time during mingi’s hiatus was the hardest for her because they had so much going on and mingi not being there made things worse

she was the first one to wish him happy birthday

he helps her a lot when it’s to like… everything. in airports when they feel anxious they hold each other’s hand, when she can’t stay focus he rubs her back.

ivy told atony that mingi was the first person she cried to before their debut

they were roommates with jongho before the room switches, now they both have their own rooms

when she was in high school still, he’d help her with homework.

“mingi looks very cute today”

“thank you jiji”

{ wooyoung }

status: “dude he’s flirting”

ship name: woovy

popularity: 8/10

he flirts too much !!!

fans love them together because they pick on each other yes, but they’re also alike in a lot of ways that’s kinda scary

secret stuffie buyer

she likes to joke that one day she’s gonna leave wooyoung alone in a ditch

she gets soooo flustered when he flirts with her

when they were in america he asked her to take him to her favorite stores and restaurants that she grew up with

even though she doesn’t like video games, he forces her to play or at least watch

friendship bracelets >>

he buys her some random ass shit.

her baby picture is his lockscreen

his mom and brother love her.

cuddles >>>

“your moms so sweet”

“she told me to shut up so that she could talk to you”

{ jongho }

status: “BEST FRIENDS” or “oh?”

ship name: jijong

popularity: 9/10

people love them together, some ship them, no one knows why

maknae shit

impressing people with his strength and her flexibility

she got so excited when he dyed his hair red

jongho’s character in imitation was her favorite and yunho got pouty when he found out

hitting high notes together !!!!!!

he breaks fruit. she eats fruit.

they act so shy whenever the spot light is only on them

sits on his lap, because she can.

man doesn’t like skinship too often, but he will hug her and hold her hand any day

she calls hun cute any chance she gets.

they post all the time when they have meals together

“why are you sitting on jongho”

“i don’t know san, why are you in my business?”

[ikeromantic]

Bonding

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfic, approx. 1800 words. This scene takes place well after the events of the Romantic Epilogue as part of my post-route headcanon storyline.

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: In the Spotlight

Mitsuhide sat on the edge of a stuffed chair, a ‘sofa’, across from his little one’s father. Minoru, for his part, didn’t look any more comfortable with the company. Neither of them said anything. Mitsuhide found that his usual silver tongue had run out of witticisms when faced with the twin challenge of a world 500 years in the future and the need to impress the father of his beloved.

In the kitchen, the chatelaine and her mother Youko were making dinner. Their lively chatter was the only sound as the two men studied each other.

Finally, Minoru cleared his throat. “So. How did you two meet?”

“The answer to that would require additional explanation. Suffice it to say, I met her in the course of my work. Initially, she was a responsibility of mine. To train her so that she knew enough to stay ali- ah, safe.” Mitsuhide smiled. “She was quite a handful.”

Minoru frowned. “Safe? Safe from what? What kind of business are you in?” He leaned forward.

“Intelligence and information gathering.” He silently thanked Sarutobi for the modern words to describe being a spy and torturer.

“You work for a government?”

Mitsuhide nodded. “That is a good way to put it. Yes. For a government.”

His little mouse poked her head through the door. “Everything going ok, you two?”

Both men cleared their expressions and smiled over at her. “Yes,” they replied, almost in unison.

Her bright smile lit up the room. “I’m so glad. I wanted you two to get along. Anyway, dinner is almost ready!” She disappeared again and the smiles the two men wore faded like snow under a noon-day sun.

Minoru turned back to Mitsuhide. “How did my daughter get tangled up with some government agent? She designs clothes. She left for a job in fashion.” His voice is strained, half a year’s worth of worry and frustration pushing at the seams of his soul.

Mitsuhide nodded. “She is amazing at making clothing. That is a career she continues to pursue. But I met her the night she pulled my superior from a burning building. Had she not arrived when she did, he would have died.”

“My baby girl . . . pulled a man from a burning building?” Minoru’s eyebrows shot up, his expression one of incredulous disbelief.

“Yes, and after, he thought she should stay with our forces. For her protection and because he believed there was something special about her.” Mitsuhide’s thin smile reappeared. “He wasn’t wrong. She is very special. A wonder.”

Minoru coughed. “Well, yes, but . . . a burning building? She isn’t, that is, she wouldn’t just -”

Mitsuhide leaned forward. “You know her from her childhood. If she knew someone was going to burn to death and she had a chance to save them, would she leave them to die? Is it so unbelievable?”

He shook his head slowly. He knew his daughter was exactly the kind of girl to put herself at risk for another. “I should not be surprised. When she was five, she ran out into the street to stop traffic for a kitten. Almost got hit by a car. And it wasn’t until after the cat was safe that she even realized how close she came to dying.”

Both men chuckled.

“That sounds exactly like something my little mouse would do.”

Minoru scowled. “Your what?”

“A nickname,” Mitsuhide waved the comment off.

And then the call came for dinner. They all sat down around the table. A spread of familiar and strange foods that piqued Mitsuhide’s curiosity. He wondered which of these his beloved had made, and which her mother. To be safe, he thought, it would be wise to compliment every dish.

“So,” her mother began after everyone was served. “My daughter tells me you’re a warlord working for Oda Nobunaga?”

Mitsuhide choked in surprise, the bite of food sticking in his throat. He glanced at his little mouse for confirmation.

“It just sort of popped out while we were talking.”

With effort and a glass of water, Mitsuhide swallowed and cleared his throat. “I didn’t expect to bring this up until after dinner, but yes.”

Minoru scowled. “You’re telling me you work for a man 500 years dead?”

“I don’t know, he seemed pretty lively last time I saw him,” Mitsuhide quipped.

His little mouse grinned. “Papa, be nice! I told you, we will tell you everything.” She took a deep breath. “It started the day I arrived in Kyoto. I went sightseeing . . .”

Mitsuhide listened as attentively as her parents, this version of the tale filling in gaps and details he hadn’t known. Her timely rescue of Sasuke Sarutobi, her run-in with the forces from Kasugayama. It appeared his little one was better at keeping secrets that he’d credited.

Through the story, her mother made little sounds of agreement or surprise, but Minoru was deathly silent. His expression turned darker at every part until he couldn’t hold back anymore. “This sounds like some ridiculous cartoon! You can’t expect your mother and I to buy this. Tell the truth! What is he, some mafia? A gambler? What?”

Youko frowned at him from across the table. “Now you just hush and eat your food. If our little girl says this is what happened, I believe her. She has no reason to lie. She knows we support her no matter what. Don’t we, dear?”

Minoru’s brows lowered. “You can’t be serious. This, this man shows up with our daughter after months with no word! Not a letter! Not a post card! With this crazy story and we’re supposed to just -”

“Accept it. You know as well as I do that if our girl didn’t write or call, it’s because she couldn’t. When you think of it that way, it makes perfect sense.” Youko nodded to emphasize her point. “Besides, when have you ever known her to lie.”

“She’s terrible at that,” Mitsuhide added drily.

Minoru’s scowl deepened. “Don’t talk like you know her. Maybe you drugged her or something, and now she thinks all that is true.”

Mitsuhide sighed. He’d expected this kind of reaction after Sasuke and his little one explained what ‘meeting the parents’ entailed. He was beginning to wish he could have simply sent some gifts and a contract, or better yet, left that to Nobunaga and simply married the girl. “We did bring some proof with us today, and we have friends tomorrow who can vouch for everything.”

Youko gave Mitsuhide an encouraging smile. “Why don’t you go get it? I’m sure it will make Mino a little less grouchy.”

“I’m not grouchy,” Minoru grumbled.

“You are, papa. But it’s ok. This is really all my fault. I wish I’d been able to call you both. I missed you so much.”

Her father swallowed whatever he’d planned to say, touched by his daughter’s affection.

Mitsuhide went to their bags and grabbed his sword and the clothes he’d arrived in. He carried them back to the dining area. These were unlikely to be enough, he thought, but it wasn’t as if they’d planned to be swept to this time that night.

“Our clothes -” he set them down, “and my sword.”

Minoru poked at the clothing, unimpressed. The sword, however, got his attention. “This . . . it isn’t just some decorative piece . . .” The words were quiet, said more to himself than anyone.

Still, Mitsuhide answered. “No. That blade has taken many lives.”

“And saved some too,” his little mouse added. “Mine included.”

Minoru looked between the two of them. “Maybe you’ve both lost your minds. This thing -” He pointed at the sword, “is clearly an antique, but that proves nothing.”

“You are so stubborn,” Youko huffed.

Mitsuhide was beginning to see where his little one got that quality. Sweetness from her mother, stubbornness from her father. It made him smile.

***

Miyake and Sasuke sat at a nearby bar, drinks in hand.

“So this is called karaoke?” Miyake eyed the screen with words that moved and then emptied his sake cup. “And I can sing whatever I want?”

“Not whatever. I doubt they have any songs you know on file. But I think the enjoyment quotient will still be high.” Sasuke began tapping through the song selection, his expression focused. He stopped when he came across one with the image of a pink-faced girl. “This one.”

Miyake shrugged. “Alright.”

The music started. It sounded nothing like the instruments Miyake knew, or the rhythms and beats that were familiar to him. Still, he could pick out the melody, and it was nice - if strange.

The first word on the screen lit up and Sasuke started singing. His voice was surprisingly pleasant, even though the lyrics were senseless.

Miyake joined him on the next verse, nodding to the beat. It was a cheerful tune, he thought. Perfect to drink to. He poured another glass for himself and the ninja.

They emptied that and another as the song ended. The next pick was Miyake’s. He chose one based on the picture, a cute girl in a ridiculously short skirt.

“This is the theme song for my favorite anime,” Sasuke grinned.

“Then I picked a good one?”

Sasuke patted his arm. “A great one.”

Two hours later, both of them were too drunk to walk straight. Their singing got louder as their ability to pronounce the lyrics dwindled.

“Todokete atsuku naru omi . . .” The song dissolved into drunken laughter.

Miyake threw an arm around Sasuke. “Y-you’re my besht - besht fren.”

Sasuke leaned into the hug. “N-now I have two! Two besht frienz - friends.” He grinned but the expression slid into a sad frown.

“Wha - what ish it?” Miyake peered at the ninja’s face. “Need more sake?”

“I - I wish my other fren wash here,” Sasuke hiccuped. “An Shingen. I wash goin- going to take him to a hoshpital.”

Miyake nodded, though he didn’t understand. “Maybe nexsht time?”

“If he livesh,” Sasuke sighed.

“To Shingen,” Miyake poured them another round of sake. “And nexsht time!”

They drank to the toast.

Sasuke poured another. “And to friendsh we lef-left behind.”

They drank to that too.

After several more toasts that grew further away from the original point - to short skirts and lady’s stockings, to coffee, to the karaoke bar - the two men finally paid their tab and stumbled to the hotel.

Miyake nearly puked on the elevator, as the movement made his stomach flip. He would have taken the stairs, if he thought he could find the steps. He leaned on Sasuke as they walked down the hall. It felt like their room was miles away.

Sarutobi fumbled with the lock, and when the door opened, they fell inside.

Between leaning on each other and the walls, they managed to stand again.

“I’m go-gonna shower,” Miyake mumbled.

“Me nexsht,” Sasuke agreed. He tripped toward the beds and fell into the nearest one, face first.

Miyake made it to the shower, but didn’t manage to turn it on. He slumped to the floor and leaned his head back on the cool tiles, falling into a deep sleep.

Next: Middle Ground