#shes so handsome… augh!!!!

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Currently on S12 and honestly the funniest thing to come out of my complete SPN watch so far has to be my mom jumping on board and becoming absolutely smitten with Jensen

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MY MUM IS DRUNK RN THIS IS SO FUNNY IM CRYINF

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Augustus and Donatella?

I LOVE CANON MARRIED COUPLES WHO ARE DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER I LOVE THAT DYNAMIC SO SO MUCH!!!!! I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE!!!!! RAGH RAGH AUGH AUGH YES YES THEMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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hello... your blog is a lifesaver i'm so starved for chase content. i was wondering if i could request chase x f!reader who is a flirt and a tease, except she can dish it out, but can't take it? she usually throws these remarks around not expecting anyone to actually play into things, but chase does, and her bravado crumbles... thank you... augh

𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 (𝐫.𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞)

you like to flirt, but when chase starts flirting back, you’re not exactly sure what to do.

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You’ve always been a bit of a tease. It’s not something you do with much thought—it’s just fun. A casual remark here, a wink there. You like the easy game of it, the way people brush it off as playful banter. Nothing serious. You flirt because it’s entertaining, not because you expect anyone to take the bait.

That’s why, when you first start working with Chase, it’s just another playground to you.

He’s sharp-witted, calm under pressure, and disarmingly charming in that unassuming way. Too handsome for his own good, really—angular jaw, perfect blond hair, and eyes you can’t look at for too long without feeling a little dizzy. Naturally, you test the waters.

You throw out a few low-effort lines in the beginning—just enough to see if he’ll catch on. The first time, you lean over the nurses’ station where he’s reviewing a patient’s chart and let your fingers brush lightly against his hand.

“Careful, Dr. Chase. Don’t want to give a girl the wrong idea,”

You expect him to smirk, maybe roll his eyes. But he doesn’t. Instead, he glances at you, one brow barely lifting, and hums in response. Nonchalant. He doesn't even look up from the chart. You’re intrigued but undeterred.

The next time, you’re sitting across from him in the break room, stirring sugar into your coffee with deliberate slowness. When you catch him watching the motion of the spoon, you give a devilish grin.

“You know, if you stare any harder, I might start thinking you’ve got a thing for me,” you tease, your voice light and breezy.

And again, nothing. Just a polite chuckle.

For a while, it’s almost disappointing. He’s either immune to your antics or too professional to engage. But you don’t let up. It becomes part of the daily routine. You flirt as though you’re dancing on the edge of a blade you’re sure will never cut you. It’s safe. You know the game.

Until he starts playing back.

It begins so subtly you almost miss it. One day, while you’re walking side by side down the hallway, you toss out a casual, “Trying to keep up with me, Chase?”

And this time, he doesn’t give you the dismissive half-smile. He slows his stride by half a step, deliberately falling behind. Then, with a low murmur, he lets his gaze drop.

“Maybe I just like the view from here,”

It throws you. You stumble slightly, caught off guard by the sudden warmth blooming in your chest. You glance at him, but he’s already back to his usual composed self, as if he didn’t just catch you completely off guard.

You tell yourself it was a one-off. A fluke. But it isn’t.

The next time you’re in the conference room together, you’re bent over a case file on the table, your hip cocked slightly. You feel his gaze before he speaks.

“Is this your strategy?” His voice is a smooth drawl. You glance over your shoulder, confused.

“Hmm?”

“Trying to distract me on purpose,” His eyes skim over you briefly before he looks back at the file.

You laugh, but it comes out too high-pitched. You straighten immediately, heart thudding, and when you sit down, you make a point to tuck your legs beneath you, suddenly unsure what to do with your own body.

It gets worse. Or better. You can’t decide.

You’re in the lab a few days later, reaching for something on the highest shelf. The stretch makes your scrub top ride up slightly, and you hear the unmistakable sound of Chase’s voice from behind you.

“Need a hand?”

You glance over your shoulder, still reaching, your mouth already opening to toss back a flippant I’m fine—but you don’t get the chance. He steps closer, so close you can feel the warmth of him behind you. One hand comes to rest lightly at your waist as he easily retrieves the item.

He lingers just a beat too long. His breath warm against your neck.

When you turn, he’s still too close. Close enough that you’re suddenly hyper-aware of the faint scent of his cologne. You back up a step, but he doesn’t move.

“Better?” he asks, voice low.

You can’t speak. You clear your throat, grab the item you can’t remember why you even need, and turn away with a muttered, “Thanks,”

Your pulse is erratic. You can feel the heat rising up your neck, staining your cheeks. It’s infuriating. And thrilling. And completely unfair.

You start to avoid him, just a little. Just enough to regain your composure. You stick to your old habits, hoping to reclaim the upper hand. You tease others in the hospital more frequently, though none of it lands with the same sting of anticipation.

But Chase is patient. He doesn’t rush it. He waits until you let your guard down again.

You’re in the locker room, alone, exhausted after a long shift. You’ve peeled off your lab coat, and your scrubs are rumpled, clinging slightly from the day’s exertion. You’re leaning against the lockers when the door opens.

It’s him. Of course it is.

You glance at him in the mirror as he steps inside. Your tired eyes meet his in the reflection, and you muster the last of your bravado.

“Uh-oh. Don’t tell me you came in here just to see little old me,” You’re aiming for playful, but your voice is strained with fatigue.

His eyes stay on yours as he walks over to his locker. Slowly, deliberately, he peels off his lab coat, folding it neatly. You watch his fingers with a little too much interest.

When he speaks, his voice is softer this time. More dangerous somehow.

“Would you be disappointed if I said no?”

The comment hits you like a punch to the sternum. You glance at him sharply, but he doesn’t look at you right away. He’s rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt with casual efficiency, exposing his forearms. You tear your gaze away, suddenly unable to handle the sight of the tendons shifting beneath his skin.

“Oh, please,” You force a smirk, crossing your arms over your chest to feign nonchalance. “You’re not that irresistible,”

He laughs softly, finally turning to face you fully. His eyes catch yours and hold them, and something in his gaze makes your stomach flip.

“Funny,” he says, his voice dropping ever so slightly. “Because you look a little flustered,”

You open your mouth to protest, but the words catch in your throat. You’re flustered, alright, and he knows it. He takes a step closer, his eyes heavy-lidded and calm, like he’s barely exerting any effort at all. You’re suddenly acutely aware of your own shallow breathing.

He doesn’t touch you. He doesn’t have to. His voice is enough.

“Didn’t expect me to fight back, did you?” he murmurs, tilting his head slightly. His tone is soft, but you catch the faintest trace of smugness in it.

You shake your head faintly, unsure if you’re denying his accusation or admitting defeat. Your skin feels hot, your pulse thumping in your ears.

“Cat got your tongue?” he asks, leaning in slightly.

The bastard. He’s enjoying this.

You swallow thickly, trying to will yourself to break eye contact. To laugh it off. To say something. But you can’t. Because in that moment, the game you were so certain you’d been winning has flipped entirely.

The silence stretches too long. He’s too close. His voice is too low.

And when you finally speak, your voice barely carries above a whisper.

“You’re insufferable,” you murmur, but the words lack bite.

Chase’s lips twitch into the faintest smirk, and he leans in just a fraction closer, his breath warm against your temple.

“Only for you,”

Your hands twitch at your sides, aching to grab his shirt, to pull him to you. But you’re still frozen. Suspended. Your carefully constructed walls, the teasing façade you’ve perfected over years, is crumbling spectacularly.

He leans back just slightly, giving you the briefest moment of reprieve. Then, without another word, he turns and heads for the door.

Your knees feel unsteady. Your entire body is buzzing with the aftershock of his proximity. You exhale shakily, closing your eyes.

And when the door clicks shut behind him, you realise with an abrupt, stomach-swooping certainty, you’re completely and utterly screwed.

[justcallmesakira]

"𝑰𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌?"

summary: just my favourite characters taking care of reader when shes sick

genre: hurt to comfort, full fluff

warnings: reader has a personality similar to me!, fem reader, nothing else, double suicide joke on dazai

a/n: guys please I am so sick right now I feel sohdghdgdhd if only there was someone who could send me some sakilai selfship stuff/j

"nikolaiiiii" you whine from your bed eyes too teary to reach out wherever he is.

"Ah, my dove, I am coming right now" he shouts from outside of your room running in with a packed box of soup.

Unfortunately because of nikolais amazing cooking skills he failed to make a simple cup of soup. So he decided to order from takeout.And that soup is the food you need to eat right now.

"feed me please..." you state when he placed the bowl of soup and sat down next to you."Dove i think you can feed yous-" you only sniffed and looked at him with teary eyes which instantly made a certain feeling of guilt rise up in his stomach.

"fine then. Guess I will have to take care of my lovely crybaby girlfriend!" nikolai jokes before using taking off his gloves using his teeth and putting them aside, which you always considered a very handsome and hot thing for him to do.

His bare hands pick up the spoon full of soup and vegetables and gently slides it into you mouth, as fragile like a glass doll.

"Also I am not a crybaby! It was an act for you to feed me" you puff to which gogol gasps a bit too dramatically "you pesky silly! Come here daddy's going to punish you kittem" he jokingly says putting the bowl of soup on the bed side.

"HELP nikolai that is not funny! Stop THAT IS NOT FUNNY AT ALL. I am sick!!" you cry out getting out of his way which fails as he lunges towards you and holds you in his grasp

"I was joking! Calm down (name) I just want to hug your germs away." "Those germs will hug you back but okay!"

You sneakily crept up to the fridge before opening it, looking for a tub of icecream before finding it instantly. You reach out to grab it but before your hand can get any closer a hand slams the door shut.

You don't turn around to the figure behind you and swallow a spit, scared of the man's creepy and menacing smile from behind you.

"Now now, isn't my dear supposed to be in bed resting? So I wonder who this woman here is" his sarcastic voice rings in your ears as you slowly turn around.

"Fedya hahaha what are you doing here ahaha aren't you supposed to work?" you nervosuly laugh before you start coughing again, more ferocious this time.

His cruel and irritated shade hovering his eyes become more soft and tendor as he picked you up over his shoulders like a pack of potatoes and carried you to the bedroom.

"Fyodor? Since when did you become s-augh augh strong-?" you asked clearly shocked at his sudden romantic move.

"Say that again I am giving you medieval style treatment." "WH- wait how do you know medieval tre--"

Before you could finish your sentence, he throws you on the bed in the gentlest way before sitting down next to you and grabbing a medicine.

"please tell me it's not those swallow pills. I hate them like you everyone in Yokohama hates you" you pout but he only glares at you for a second.

"I mean- I love you hahaha, you know" you laugh it off and look at his nail bitten fingers elegantly take the spoon of the liquid and holds it up to you lips.

"ew that looks like pink vomit" you get away from the spoon infront of you. "(name) I didn't ditch my work for this, it feels like I am taking care of a child rather then my significant other."

"wellll you still counted me as your significant other so" you tease him, trying to make him forget about the medicine.

"(name)" his voice is colder than your cold and you only look at him with puppy glistening eyes. "can.. can you feed me with your mouth? a sickly kiss?" you ask innocently.

"you are already sick fedya, please?" he only sighs at your statement, knowing it's stupid and silly to argue with you.

He takes the medicine in his mouth and pulls you closer to push it in. It tastes bitter, but his lips make it sweet. It only lasts a moment but cures that starving feeling in your heart.

He pulls away as you swallow the liquid before tucking your self under the covers and start giggling like a school girl.

"sigh,,,please don't eat anything cold, your sickness will only worsen. Take your pills daily and I will send some chocolates later, okay? Don't be too much of a hassle"

"Bellllaaaaaa, i got you your favourite food!" his voice soothes out like a lullaby to your ears as you rise up from your bed and rush towards him.

"zai-zai!" But before you could say anything your head starts spinning and everything seems dizzy.

He keeps the bag of food on the table before rushing to catch you. "WOAH bella, can't have you spinning to death now can we! You told me if you had to die you wanted to die with me! Together"

He says picking you up bridal style and laughing at the swirls in your eyes. "i am here feeling like I just hot down from some Rollercoaster and your here joking? I swear to god dazai this is why you can't pull hoes"

"why would you say that bella? You pull germs" he pouts like a child but was probably smirking inside at his cheeky remark.

"You little manwh-" "shhh lets eat soem chocolate cheesecake shall we?" he places you on the side of your bed and brings the packets of cakes and slowly lays it down infront of you.

You sick and tired looking eyes glow up. "I want the cheesecake!" you announce to him as dazai laughs before opening the packet and taking a spoonful of the desert before motioning you to open your mouth.

He feeds you it whole slowly, which you only giggle "i didnt new yuo weer so living, dezai" you mumble chewing on the contents.

"finish your food first bella, then you can compliment your amazing BOYFRIEND HAHAHA" he laughs before getting up to clear up the packets.

While he does that you snuggle up to your bed before coughing for a while. "come join me, love" you motion him which your boyfriend does as he lays himself next to you

"Oh my bella, I hope you get well soon I can't wait to kiss you and hug you and maybe even fall off the bridge with you!"

You moved away from the camera turning on the record button and started dancing to the choreography of 'detention' by melanie martinez which by the way you should actually check out.

However as you were swifting your movements according to the dance you heard a Click and ran to you bed, but you only had a second to choose a sleep position before yosano can come.

"(name) I am not that stupid." she opens the door to enter the room as she looks at your pretend sleeping position.

"You can just dance hystericaly while you have a bad cold and have iron cells lesser than than the literacy rate in japan" your girlfriends scolding hits you hard so you decided to get up, what's the point.

"As much as i wish i could see more of you dancing" she continues, "You need to get better for it, I dont want you fainting once again like yesterday.

"who knew you could joke" you whine out. Yosano takes a chair and takes a place beside you. "I am not that serious, love. Now let me check your fever."

She takes off her gloves and presses her hand on your forehead. "Hmm, you have long way to fully recover" her voice is much softer than when she was scolding you.

"huhhh, that's not fair...i dont want to be bedridden for soooo long :(" your eyes start looking teary again, nose red from the heavy coughing from when she was taking care of you last night.

she sighs, "awhh my baby, there there. This is why I told you to take the medicines. But you didn't listen did you" you look up to her eyes glossy like a child who needs to be cared.

She kisses your forehead before getting up.

"I wish I could kiss your cold away however it won't work like that instead I will cook you your favourite chicken soup for you okay?"

a/n: man i hate my hoarse throat aughhhh I want fedya to take care of me rn *cough cough*

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Tags: @little-miss-chaoss @terururuko @inojuuy @biscuits-tragic-diner

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“I'll wait. I'll always wait.”

#Pairing? Teru Minamoto x FEM!Reader

#Sypnosis. Your boyfriend finds out you've been keeping a secret from him, how does he react?

#Tags. The overused trope of three (in this case, two) of the boy's fangirls bullying his girlfriend lmao, Akane Aoi and Aoi Akane is here‼️

—This post was requested by anon. Thank you for requesting! 💕 I don't think this is exactly how you wanted Teru to find out, so I apologize for that! 😅

When you had confessed to Teru you thought you would be rejected too, just like the girls who had poured their hearts out when they wrote their love letters for him.

You expected to have your heart broken as you prepared for the words that would shatter your heart as if it was just a fragile plate.

Getting rejected by the handsome prince isn't the worst that you expect; it was the sheer embarrassment that you'd have to deal with as you walk down the halls of the school.

You could only wonder what had happened to the girls that had gotten rejected by him, were they able to quickly move on?

Unfortunately, unlike them, you surely aren't someone who is able to handle rejection lightly, especially if it's from him.

But— Thank the heavens! The result was much more fruitful than you thought it would be. Pushing the negative thoughts of what people would think aside, Teru accepted your confession.

The both of you had agreed to keep the relationship on the low because Teru had many fangirls— and you know what would possibly happen if they found out.

Teru is worried about what would happen to you. Some girls are driven by love to the point they take it too far if they heard news about their crush having a significant other.

That's what led to this — apparently, a certain someone found out about your relationship between Teru and spread the news to the girls, particularly the ones who were known to be obsessed over him.

“Are you seriously Minamoto-senpai's girlfriend?” Kyoko doubted, right after hitting you multiple times earlier along with her best friend Mayu.

“Oh gosh, he must've been out of his mind!” Mayu snorted. No, their parents must've been out of their minds for giving them names that contradicted their personalities. Though, you suppose it wasn't their parents fault their daughters grew up to be bitches a pain in the neck.

“Minamoto-senpai is too good for you, y'know? He's like a prince charming and you..” Right after finishing her sentence, Mayu grimaced: showing a face of disgust. “Don't let the rumours get into your head..”

Well, that's true.. No. You weren't going to be gullible with all the stanky comments Mayu and Kyoko were throwing at you. But it still does bring some tears into your eyes — not enough for them to roll down your face though.

Oh come on, Teru had just comforted you over your insecurities 2 days ago and just plain words from two girls were already melting down the wall of confidence that Teru built up.

“Augh, come on.. is the crybaby gonna cry again? This is just a routine now” Kyoko sneered, annoyed at the routine she herself made. If she thought bullying you was such a chore then why doesn't she just stop? She might as well just be sadistic.

Crybaby. That was the nickname they gave you when they started this mess; ever since they noticed that you were awfully close with Teru. Way before you and him started dating.

You stood up. Well, at least tried to. The bruises Kyoko and Mayu left on your legs didn't really do you any good. Mayu had already beat you into pushing you against the wall before you could stand up.

Just as the two girls were gonna start berrating you again, a cough was heard from behind. The two turned around to see the one and only Akane Aoi. The two froze in fright, wondering what she was going to do.

Her petite figure walked up to the three of you, her indigo hair tied up into two circle sections behind her head as usual. Aoi stared at you with an expression Kyoko and Mayu couldn't read.

Kyoko and Mayu's next move proved that they were idiots. “Akane-san! The princess of the school! Wanna join us over here?” Kyoko suggested, earning a confused look from the indigo-haired girl.

“This little minx sitting on the dirty floor over here is supposedly dating the one and only Teru Minamoto. Could you believe how absurd that rumour is!? Especially since you and Minamoto-kun dated before..” Mayu babbled. Where did she get that information from? As far as you knew, Teru and Aoi never felt any romantic feelings towards each other. Akane would fume at the thought of that.

“What are you talking about?” Aoi looked like she was gonna burst at any moment, well, at least she looked like she was in your perspective. Because of Kyoko and Mayu not being one of Aoi's close friends, the two bullies in front of you wouldn't be able to relate with you being able to read Aoi and her expressions.

“I heard—” “Whatever you're gonna babble next, just shut up. This bathroom is already reeking because of the stank you and Kyoko are emitting. It'd stink more if you open your mouth again.” Aoi shut Mayu up, already fed up with the two girls in front of her.

“It's best you leave (name)-chan alone, unless you want this audio tape sent to the supreme student council office, where Minamoto-senpai would hear it.”

Hearing Teru's name and seeing Aoi shoving a videotape into their faces — repeating everything they said to you, the two girls quickly dashed out of the area.

It was just you and Aoi now. You stared at her as if she hung up the stars, bowing and thanking her profusely again and again for saving you from them. Aoi only crouched down and helped you to stand up. She then put your arm around her shoulder, guiding you as you two walk together towards the nurse's office.

The nurse's office wasn't far. Lucky day for you. It wasn't like you were dreading the time you were walking with Aoi anyway, while you were walking earlier, she had wiped off your tears and helped bring back a smile on your face. She joked about how the two girls didn't have any room to talk to you even — they literally are in the lowest ranks in the class when it comes to intelligence, while you and Aoi are in the top 10.

The nurse was generous (she always is) to have you excused to any of last the classes you had, and with Aoi's help, the teacher agreed to just sign you as ‘excused’.

When it was time to go home, the bruises on your legs have already healed a lot more than you expected. You thanked the nurse and grabbed your back (that Aoi dropped off earlier) so that you can head back home.

Unexpectedly, Aoi was there just as you opened the door of the nurse's office to leave. She said that she'd walk with you on the way home, as the both of your houses were close to each other.

“Where's Nene-chan?” You asked her.

“Hmm.. I don't know either. She's been spending a lot of time in the bathroom lately, do you think my story about Hanako-san took a toll on her?” Aoi responded. The thought of a ghost in the girl's bathroom sent chills down your spine — At least Hanako-san is a girl though, well, rumoured to be.

“AO-CHAN~!!” Ah, you knew that voice. Turning around in sync with Aoi, Akane walked up to you guys with a smile on his face. Though you felt like you were third wheeling..

A conversation started with Akane and Aoi as the three of you were walking. Akane invited himself to walk the both of you home (by both he definitely just meant Aoi, you didn't really care though).

Aoi didn't see a way to escape from this, the three of your houses were close and there wasn't an excuse she could make up except for “We're gonna have a girl's night. Only girls are allowed” and Akane would just unknowingly counter her by saying “I'm only walking with you until you arrive at your house, it'll be fine!”

The walk back home ended with Akane trying to have a long conversation with Aoi, only for it to be a short conversation. He'd try over and over again while you are just there; observing the two of them. Sometimes you'd often see Aoi's eyes light up more than they usually do, so you didn't bother to include yourself into their conversations.

Though, you really did want to ask what Aoi was going to be doing tomorrow. Tomorrow's Saturday after all, meaning no school to stress about.

*Audio file sent* ...What the hell?

Teru didn't know what to say or feel at the moment. He was just cooking for his siblings earlier right now and they are eating joyfully like a happy family. (Cue Kou excusing himself to go to the bathroom to barf)

A single audio file ruined his evening — even worse that what happened in the audio file had something to do with his girlfriend.

He messaged you, not to ask if the audio was real, he already had enough evidence. But to ask you if you were okay. You replied once he greeted you, but left him on read as soon as he typed the message: ‘Akane and Akane-san informed me about what happened to you today. Can we talk about it? Please?’ He spammed you with messages. He was worried.

After a while, his messages were left on sent. ‘..I'll be visiting you tomorrow.’ That was his last messaged before Teru had turned off his phone. As he looked up, expecting to see Kou and Tiara, he realized he was sthe only one sitting in the dinner table. Where did they go?

You were nervous. It was the crack of dawn and you checked to see Teru's messages again, only to be left frightened because of the news that he'll be visiting you.

No. It wasn't like your parents had any issues with your boyfriend or anything, they loved him. What you were nervous about was the inevitable conversation that is going to happen today.

You weren't very much of a productive person during the weekdays, so you opted to take a bath later instead of right now in the early morning. Not like Teru would mind anyway.

It wasn't long before 7:47 AM, exactly the time Teru arrived at the doorstep of your home. Your mom, though surprised that your boyfriend unexpectedly visited so early, welcomed him warmly.

Before your mom could lead him to the living room so he could sit down while she goes to your room to call for you, he already saw you taking a sneak peak of him from the stairs. Immediately, as if in a emergency, Teru excused himself and hurriedly walked upstairs to your room almost tripping halfway.

“..Young love~” You mother sighed in happiness for her daughter.

“I don't know, it kind of looks like they're gonna break up.” Your father broke your mom from her dream of you getting married to Teru.

“Don't say that!” She hissed at him, grabbing her slipper—

“Please let me in sweetheart,” Teru begged in a soft tone, not wanting to overwhelm you with everything that was happening.

You cracked the door open slightly. You saw him smile reassuringly. You then opened it enough for Teru to walk in, as Teru is finally inside he waited for you to close your door. He knew you liked it best when conversations between you and him were in private.

“You could've just called.. you didn't have to come here.” You told him, only to be countered by his next words.

“I knew you wouldn't reply anyway when you hear my voice from the phone.” Teru responded, only to get a playful hit from you.

“So..” The room was silent as you locked your door for privacy, fearing that one of you're parents would possibly walk in.

“How long has this bullying been going on for?” Teru asked as he walked closer to you, holding your hand in his and rubbing his thumb across your knuckles.

“..Way before you and I started dating.” You answered truthfully, it was better to speed up this conversation than to slower it down and tell lies.

At that, Teru froze. “Why didn't you tell me?” Almost immediately, Teru used his other hand (the one not holding yours) to wipe away the tears that were starting to brim in your eyes.

Teru knew you like he knew his own mind. He knew that you were getting overwhelmed and we're crying because of it. He could almost predict every move that you were gonna do.

Teru smiled at you softly, then gently held the back of your head. Sobs that came out of your mouth turned muffled as he gently pushed your face into his t-shirt. You wrapped your arms around him, feeling a sense of comfort.

“If you don't want to talk about it now, then that's okay. There's no use dwelling on the past.” Teru muttered as he kissed the top of your head. “I'll deal with those girls at school. You won't have anything to worry about.”

Teru continues to comfort you through your muffled sobs, you hear a series of “shh” and words of encouragement throughout the whole ordeal.

Teru tilted your head up to meat his eyes and wiped away any tears still on your face. Also, he used his shirt to wipe of your snot too — much to your embarrassment.

After that he peppered your face with kisses, resulting into the two of you cuddling in your bed the rest of the morning. But your mom called the two of you down stairs when she noticed you haven't eaten breakfast yet.

The rest of the day ended with Teru hanging out with you and your family. Teru invited you to go on a date tomorrow — his treat ofcourse (nothing changed, he was always the one who pays). Tiara decided to come along that day, not that you minded.

Sunday passed, and the walk to school with Aoi was peaceful if you just ignore Akane in the background. The bruises have healed, thanks to your mom and Teru. Dad was the one stressing over the many things he had to buy from the store and pharmacy.

“You look better now. Guessing the talk between you and Minamoto-senpai went well?” Aoi asked as the two of you were at the school gate. Akane got called by the other student council's to hurry up because of an urgent early meeting.

“It went very well.” I answered, giving her a thankful smile. “Thanks again, for protecting me that day..”

“No need.” The two of you walked towards the classroom. “Oh! Nene-chan is finally here!” Aoi chimed, delighted to see her friend. Her absence in classes made her seem like she went missing.

You followed Aoi as she went to converse with Nene. You also gave out some opinions and thoughts about the topic the three of you were conversing about, but only like once or six times since you really didn't know a lot about supernaturals.

The teacher finally arrived, students immediately went to go sit down on their seats. Akane was still busy with the student council meeting, you supposed. But what was weird is Kyoko and Mayu not being there chattering, judging everyone in their field of view as if they had any room to talk— absent.

[coichii]

LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM ✭

—(🎧)—> your boyfriend invited you to an ice skating date! cute, right? it could’ve been cuter if you had ever skated before, and not been flailing around like a deer.

pairing - bf!leeknow ♥︎ fem!reader

genre: just fluff ♥︎ (im being fr this time)

word count: 1.4K

warnings: slightly suggestive but literally, like, 4 lines, Minho likes to ice skate in this idk why tho, Cursing, me hating a story just before I post it AUGH THIS IS SO ASSSS

series note : hello !! welcome to part two of my winter series, “winter records of love” where there will be 8 individual short stories for each member :) these stories are based off of songs I deem “winter” feeling ! this story is based off of “love to keep me warm” by Laufey enjoy !!

I love the winter weather, so the two of us can get together

“I don’t know, min. I’ve never ice-skated before.”

He wanted to take you out on a date. A date to the local ice skating rink at that, and you were nervous.

Why were you nervous? Well you had never done it before, and Minho was practically a pro.

He had done a lot of ice skating back in Gimpo, never forgetting how to do it as he aged and practiced being an idol.

It was something he never wanted to forget, the feeling of gliding along the ice bringing him back to the beautiful nostalgia he felt when he thought of home.

He wanted to take you with him, have you experience one of the best and most important past times he has because he loves you, and what better way to let you into his heart than this.

“I can teach you then, jagi.” He assures, hands taking a hold of yours as he tries to convince you, eyes burrowing into yours. “I want to show you this something that means so much to me.”

He knows just how to convince you, his words lights hitting you right in the gut and making you feel like the most special girl in the world.

“Ok, min. I’ll take your word for it.” You smile, his face mirroring yours, hand moving to the small of your back. “You just better not let me fall.”

Minho snickers, mouth curling up into that mischievous smirk you love so much. “No promises.”

You pout slightly, head moving away from the warm crook of his neck and he giggles some more. “Okay sorry, sorry. I’ll make sure to catch you, jagi.”

“Mhm.” You groan, still pouting. “You better.”

“Need me to kiss that pout away?” He asked teasingly, moving his hand further down, making you blush.

“Please do.”

◂—♥︎—▸

“Min, baby? Can you help me put these on?” You ask him, looking up from him where you had been sitting on the bench.

The ice skating rink was near empty, thank god. Only a few couples too sucked into their own world and a mom with her small child, so she was definitely too busy to worry about seeing an idol out with a random girl.

You never liked having to hide your relationship with Minho. You wish you could just show him off in front of the world for everyone to see. Show how you’ve got the most handsome man in the world wrapped around your finger. His idol life doesn’t let that happen, however.

It’s peaceful though, not having to worry about dating rumors as the rink is filled with hushed whispers and a slight, below thirty degree breeze. It’s a lovely day, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Mhm. Of course, honey.” He responds, kneeling at your feet to slip the first shoe on. Your face heats up and how domestic it feels. It makes the promise ring that lays on your ring finger feel like one of marriage.

“Okay.” He says, finishing tying up your shoes with a tiny bow. “I’m going to put the blade on now. After this, hold on to me until we get on the ice.”

You listen carefully to his instructions, stomach starting to bubble with nerves as he carefully slides the blades into their slots.

He stands up, putting on his shoes and blades with ease. “Grab my hand.” and he’s reaching his soft and surprisingly warm hand towards you for you to grab a hold of.

You take his palm into yours, anixety immediately dissolved into nothing as he helped you off the bench, foot touching the ice.

It’s slippery, different from anything you’ve ever felt. You slip for a second, tripping like a new born fawn, but he catches you.

“Woah, Baby.” He chuckles, cheeks red from the frigid, bitter air. “We’re gonna go slow okay.”

He starts to teach you how to glide first, handing holding onto your hips to keep you steady as you practice taking slow strides along the ice.

It’s hard, and you’re wobbling at first, trying to learn how to balance on the slim, metal blade. It takes a while before you’re able to start gliding without wobbling around nearly as much.

“Good job, jagi. I’m going to let go now, okay?” You nod at his words, filled with confidence that you can glide without his help.

He lets go, pushing you ever so slightly to give you the momentum needed to push away.

To your amazement, you start gliding along the ice with skill, able to push off with the ball of your foot and keep the energy needed to keep flowing alongst the ice.

You feel like you understand why Minho loves to ice skate so much. You feel weightless as you drift along the ice. It’s not perfect; you are still just a beginner, but it’s peaceful.

You’re able to do a full circle around the rink before passing Minho again, who was standing still on the ice. You wonder why he wasn’t following you, surely he would want to catch up, right?

When you turn back to inquire, you get a good look into his eyes, but what they say? You have no idea.

Amazement? Admiration? Pride? You have no idea, but to say he looks starstruck would be an understatement.

You slowly make your way over to him, searching his eyes for more answers. “Everything okay, Min?”

He seems to break out of his trance, looking at you with fond and warm eyes before taking your hand into his, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Everything is fine, kitten. Let’s go around some, hmm?” And you graciously accept, locking your arm with his and beginning to skate once again. You’ll question him about the staring later.

It takes you a while to get used to his pace, but you can tell he’s slowing him self down to match your level of expertise. It’s faster though, more calculate and precise. “You go so fast.”

“You think so?” He giggles, looking back at you instead of ahead of him. “Yeah, I can barely keep u-“

You’re cut off by your body suddenly falling towards the ice, bottom half hitting the ground with force, causing Minho to gasp slightly.

“A-are you okay, j-jagi?” He says between labored breaths, laughing out that mischievous laugh of his. He still reaches his hand out towards you for you to grab, which you do.

“I think I’ve officially fucked up my tailbone.” You groan, grabbing ahold of your hip where you had hit. “Awe baby…need me to massage it for you?”

Instinctively, his hands reach for your ass, Minho smiling almost evilly before you swat his hand away.

“I didn’t even hit my ass you perv!” And he just laughs some more, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. “Wanna go around some more before we go? I’ll get you some coffee on the way back.”

You nod in agreement, taking his hand as you do a couple more laps around, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

Nothing mattering accept for each other.

◂—♥︎—▸

“This fireplace and coffee is positivity the only reason I’m alive now.” You say, snuggling into his side from where you both sit on the floor, thin blanket wrapped around the two of you, practically forming a cocoon as you beg for warmth.

“You’re welcome, jagi.” He winks, always so smug. It reminds you of when he was staring at your earlier on the rink, looking at you with eyes you couldn’t quite dissect.

“Hey, baby?” And he hums in response. “Why were you looking at me like that when we were skating. Y’know when I was going by myself after you taught me? I’m curious.“

He heats up in the cheeks and tips of ears at your question, visually sputtering as he looks for a response.

“Oh, uh. It’s seeing you enjoy something I enjoy so much. Makes me wanna marry you.” He sounds rather confident for someone who’s turning redder than a tomato at his own admission, but you can’t talk much; it’s making you blush too.

“Wasn’t expecting that answer.” you giggle, still a tad bit shocked you couldn’t get that out of him. “What? I don’t show my love well enough to show I want to marry you everyday?”

He’s teasing, and it’s working. It has the heat crawling from your neck to your cheeks once again. “Of course you do. I just like hearing you vocalize it. Love you, Minho.”

He softens, gazing into your eyes before pressing a soft, domestic kiss to your lips.

The fire place, blanket, coffee, they’re all doing what they can to make you feel warm when battling the below freezing temperatures.

But nothing, absolutely nothing makes you feel as warm inside as Minhos love.

Not even close.

back to masterlist

[forsaken-headcanons]

Dry bones anon with incorrect quotes

"Doomed by the narrative all by yourself handsome" -Azure

"*Reveals traits that foils yours* not for long"- Two Times

"Haunt the narrative"

"Me, my friend and her 3ft tall demon form me plushie" -Guest 666

"About to teach a child about friendship and eternal existence of death pwn AMA" -Shedlestky in the admin group chat

"GUYS I THINK I FUCKED UP" - an hour later

"You can't "I am just a little guy" your way out of this one" -Guest 1337 after blocking an attack

"If your arm got cut off, would it hurt?"

"....yes fool" -Dusekkar

"Where tho?"

"In your...arm....."

"Exactly bro"

"How you gonna feel pain in your arm if your arm is gone!?"

"AUGH" - you can guess what happened to him

"She was a tornado, and to his horror, she could throw cows around just as much" -Builderman talking about Jane doe

"To his horror!? Weakshit. Get out of my way gayboy am about to get it" -Chance...

*a picture of the Earth taken from space*

"All of our trouble seems so small from up here..."

"Thanks Spawn I escaped this time, I can keep these penies to myself now"

*Stomping noises can be heard*

"What the-"

"We SmeLL PENies" -Azure, a douzen of cult member rushes in to like animals, some running on all 4s shorty after

"AAAAAAHHHHHH"

The last 2 are inspired by the Limbus Company april fools event for this year, aka bodyswap for every character, aswell as the reaction from players.

These are not in order.

Only Noob isn't swapped

"Noobie~" -Taph(?) with a unnatural smile on his(?) face and...WAIT DID TAPH JUST SPEAK!?

"AAAHHHhh..."

"...Man, these skinwalkers aren't even trying anymore"

"..." "..."

<Elliot(?) and I looked at eachother, I think I know who this is based on their expression>

"007n7?"

"Yes, its me..."

"WHY YOU!!??" This expression screams "YOU MOTHERFUCKER"

<this the most expression I have seen out of 007n7(?)'s body>

"THE PIZZERIA, HELL, AND NOW THIS!!???"

<yep, thats Elliot>

"I am sorry you have to see me like this..." -looks like 007n7 is worried about his image

This reminded me of the time I was really into incorrect quotes generators back then holy shit I’d spend HOURS on those sites

Now time to,,, slowly go tag all these characters,,, /lighthearted /silly

[thedeafprophet]

Please, as if I could ever control Aurora 🤭

@thedeafprophet please come get your serial killer, she's haunting my brain.

[mediumgayitalian]

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She brushes another kiss to his hidden face and settles against the car door, holding him. She thinks for a moment and decides on something old, a tune she heard on the radio once upon a time and never heard again; she’s warped it, now, no doubt about it, humming it from memory so long it’s changed to whatever she has made it. But Will recognises it from years of lullabies, picking up on the swooping baritones and mumbling the words into her shoulder.

“You know, that Han Solo shrine up in your room makes a lot more sense, now that I think about it.”

The melody dies in his throat.

“Mama.”

“I’m just saying.” She bites back a smirk, swatting away his smacking hands. “There was a point in time I thought it was admiration, you know, but you have a lot of posters of that open vest —”

“Mama!”

She acquiesces, this time, never having seen his poor face so scarlet, trying and failing to keep her laughter to herself. The tear tracks have long since dried and his breathing is steady, now, gangly limbs tucked into her ribs and hanging off the bend of her thigh. Flopped all over her like he used to to when he was young and she was still touring, when the world was too loud and too bright and too mean and she hid him from the sun. Her hands in his hair are to touch instead of soothe.

“Who’s the boy?”

“No.”

“C’mon, babydoll.” She pokes at his ribs, grinning widely when he rolls his eyes to hide his smile. “Tell me.”

“It’s nobody, Ma, gods.”

“Yeah, right. Not like you were comparing having a crush to killing someone in cold blood twenty minutes ago. Clearly it’s somebody.”

He, very pointedly, doesn’t answer.

Unfortunately, he forgets that he gets his stubborn from her.

“Hm. Can’t be anyone I haven’t heard of in a few weeks, or else it wouldn’t be bothering you. What names have you mentioned?”

He looks at her in horror. “You wouldn’t.”

Absolutely, she would. Her smile widens.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess it ain’t Chiron, ‘cause then I’d have questions —”

“Oh my gods! Stop!”

“— an’ I doubt it’s that security fellow, with the eyes, although if it is no judgement —”

“I’m throwing myself out of this car! Right now! I’m gonna lay on the road ‘til someone hits me!”

“— Lord, you don’t mention many names. You’re a recluse, baby. You gotta make more than two friends.”

She stills. Will, perhaps guessing where she is going, makes a noise of deep, personal agony.

“Oh my stars, is it Cecil?”

“Ew, Ma!”

He strains against her hold but she tightens, hooking her elbow around his shoulders and flexing her other hand, pretending to examine her nails.

“It is, isn’t it? I mean, he is a very handsome young man. And he has a good heart, too, despite the — how to put it — distaste for the law —”

“I just threw up in my mouth! Right now! Stop it!”

“I should probably stop letting him stay in your room when he stays over, huh, that one’s on me —”

He wrenches himself away from her, finally, clambering over the seats and gagging like the mere idea makes him nauseous.

“Ew! Ew! I do not have a thing for Cecil, oh my gods, I might as well marry my cousin! Augh! I’m gonna throw up for real! Why would you even say that, oh my —”

“Alright, alright!” she laughs, kicking his rapidly repeating shoulder. “Holy Jesus, you are dramatic. I should call up camp and tell him you’re out here retchin’ at the mere thought.”

“Good,” Will says darkly, voice muffled from how deeply his head is buried in his hands, “make sure to also tell him he is a weasel.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And that I am going to deface his vintage Hot Wheels collection.”

“Y’all have a strange friendship.”

“He’s not my friend, I am stuck with him via circumstance and because he refuses to leave me alone.”

She holds up her hands in surrender, refraining from pointing out the friendship bracelet he is currently wearing with a CM on it and that has not left his wrist in four years.

“Alright, alright. Not Cecil.”

He scoffs in agreement, ignoring her rolled eyes.

She wracks her brain for other boys he’s brought up in their phone calls, aside from people in passing. Mostly he mentions patients, really, answering her endless inquiries — it will never stop astounding her that he baby can practically sew heads back on bodies; she tells people he’s in med school and preens at their wide, impressed eyes — but there are other people he mentions, in between that and the pranks he’s frequently pulling with his friends.

“There was that boy you were so excited to keep around. Nick?”

“His name is Nico,” he corrects, and then immediately goes scarlet. “I — I mean, I have a friend, named Nico, not that —”

Her grin gets sharp as nails.

“He is — unwell! He’s travelled a lot, he needs monitoring so I am — monitoring him, you know, out of concern for his safety —”

“Nico and Wi-ill, sitting in a tree —”

“Oh my gods are you five —”

“You are steaming! I can actually feel the heat pouring off of you right now! You love him, you want to kiss him, you —”

“I am never telling you anything again in my entire life!” he hollers. “Never! Next time I think I should tell you something I’m just gonna — swallow glass!”

She snickers. “Drama queen.”

He sticks out his tongue as she situates herself back in her own seat, turning the keys in the engine. His puts his dirty converse on the dash despite her grouching, reaching over to fight her for control of the radio, flapping his hand excitedly when she lets him win and something bright and overdone starts playing. His bandage stays where it is, tied loosely around his wrist.

“I’m glad you told me, you know.”

He smiles, small and genuine, leaning into the palm she cups around his cheek. The dimple in the centre of his right cheek is back, the scrunch of his freckled nose. She presses a lingering kiss smack dab in the centre of his forehead and he leans into it, trusting.

“I know.”

[greensagephase]

Hiii, Alondra! 👋 🥰 I finally got some time due to a break from work to make some fanart for NC! This is inspired by Ch 22 (tbh, there are so many art-worthy moments in that chapter, but I only have so much time) 🥹!

Note: I know they don't actually have both trees up in the same room, but I found a little stamp on IbisPaintX that looked holographic to me, so I included it to show you how I pictured the futuristic holographic tree with the little ornaments.

Also: I loved how Miguel's white cable knit sweater turned out. Still learning to paint and render, but our muses Dulzura and Miguel are helping me! 💞😍

Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed reading your work, as always ❤️💙❤️💙

Love, Hibi 🫂

Hibi! What if I cry?!?!

THIS IS SO LOVELY, HIBI!!! 🥹🥹💖 The way the living room looks so COZY and WARM! I seriously love the way you decorated the space; from the couch to the coffee table to the curtains and art on the wall. The trees! I adore both so much and I love how you imagine the holographic tree! It looks so cute! I actually really love the little hearts effect, which I hadn’t thought about before, but would make so much sense for people to be able to add effects to their tree like raining hearts or stars, or something of the sort. That detail and the tree overall are so cute and cozy, Hibi! I appreciate you sharing your vision of it! 💕💕

Also, is this lovely girl your spidersona, or you? I know you said in a comment you've been struggling with your spidersona, too, so I'm curious if this is her, or it's you! Either way, she's so pretty and looks so sweet!🥹 I also love the expression on her face; she’s so immersed with the clear ornament and totally oblivious to the flustered Miguel at her side after calling him cute, haha!!🥹

Which by the way, FLUSTERED MIGUEL!!! AAAAAAAAA, I LOVE HIM SCRATCHING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD, HIS WIDE EYES, AND THE BLUSH ON HIS CHEEKS — SCREAMING FROM THE ROOFTOP!! And the freaking WHITE CABLE KNIT SWEATER — HIBI, YOU’VE BLESSED US!! 🥹🙏🏼 He looks so, so, so cute, handsome, toasty, and cuddly. 🥺😩 I just want to snuggle on the coach with him, head pressed to his chest and letting our warmth become one while I smell his comforting scent, augh! It turned out amazing, friend, you should 100% be happy (more than happy!!) with how the sweater turned out! It truly looks so cozy. I also want to talk about Miguel in his socks… WHY IS HE SO CUTE ?? 😭😭😭 It's such a small detail, but I feel like it further shows how comfy and open he is with Dulzura in their home (as best friends🙂). He just looks so freaking homey!🥺🥺

Also, the two coffee mugs! This is literally me when you guys include them in your art:

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS PRECIOUS FANART, HIBI!!! I swear it makes me want to go and read part 22 and pretend it's December and not March because the vibes in your art are pure peace, coziness, tenderness, and warmth!! ✨️🎄🎁🥹 It means so much to me that you drew this on your free time, too, seriously, thank you!! 😭🥺 I most definitely enjoy and LOVE this fanart, pookie! There's no way I don't!

I want to ask :)) Is it okay if I link this post to the NC fanart post and tag you on it? Please let me know if you're OK with that! I would love to add this beautiful fanart and you to the post! 🥰🥹

Thank you so much, Hibi! As always, I'm so grateful and honored that my fic inspires you guys to draw and that you feel comfortable to share it with me! 🥹 I swear, just thinking about it makes me want to cry each time. 😭I'm sending you a big and warm virtual hug right now!! Please take care and rest my dear, Hibi! 🫂💖

Alondra❤️

p.s. the penthouse is such a vibe, Hibi. Wishing I was there right now with our favorite Spider-Man 🥹💕

[qkmlh]

On a semi related note!! Funniest realization I’ve had this week in the midst of re/watching The Last of Us and Supernatural is the slap in the face conclusion and acceptance that Pedro Pascal is to me what Jensen Ackles is to my mother

[koridoru]

Can I request scenario? Plot is next: Muzan in love with his female S/O and at some point decides to confess to her that he is demon. But, instead of being shocked or scared, she is very happy about that, because she can share her food with him, and seeing his confused look, explain to him that she is cannibal.

(this is like the second cannibal ask I've gotten is op ok 😭)

(man i can see the dates on asks now and OOF this is from 2021 augh 😭)

You and Muzan were quite the couple, a power couple, should it be called.

You had been together for about eight months now, Muzan was considering tying the knot already.

But one thing stood in the way, he was a demon, you weren't.

God, he didn't want to even tell you, he couldn't imagine the look of betrayal on your face.

He was cruel and cold hearted, but for whatever reason, not with you.

It took a while, but he mustered up the courage to just tell you.

He opens the door to your room, where you sat on a coushin, brushing your hair.

You look back and smile at him.

"How are you doing, darling?"

Your voice is so sweet he can barely take it.

"My dear, I have to...talk to you about something. Something important."

The sincerity in his voice worries you.

You stand up, setting your comb down.

You walk over to him, taking his hands into yours.

"Is something wrong?"

"It..it should be nothing, dear. I don't want to trouble you."

He puts a finger under your chin, raising your head a bit to face him.

"Darling, I...well.."

You cock your head in confusion.

"Are you aware of...demons?"

Your eyes widen just a bit.

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"Well..." He sighs.

"I suppose I should have told you sooner, but, I am one."

You look shocked, initially, but that soon fades.

You smile at him, which confuses him.

"Well, that explains a lot, especially since I've never seen you eat, or go out in the day."

"You're... you're not upset?"

You shake your head.

"Of course not, now I know I can share my meals with you."

His brows furrow, his blood almost runs cold when you say that, if it wasn't cold already.

"Share your meals? What do you mean?" His voice is laced with confusion.

"I eat people too, silly."

His eyes widen, he hesitate to speak.

"You what? I...are you a demon as well?"

"No, I'm a human who also eats humans." Your tone is oddly cheery and unbothered.

It takes a moment, but he realizes.

He sighs a bit, feeling like a fool.

"I understand. What a lucky man I am to have found a lover who understands me like you do, while also sharing a diet. Well, I don't see any reason to hide anything else from you, dear."

He smiles handsomely, you giggle and hug him close, excited about your future meals together.

"Hmm...what would you say is the tastiest part of a person?"

"Well, that's hard...I suppose the more meaty parts, the thighs, stomach, and sometimes the biceps if they are stronger."

You nod in agreement.

[elitadream]

Can you imagine when Luigi and Peach spend time alone while Mario is away that Luigi teaches her some Italian words, like "love" or "handsome" and slowly build up on it until she can learn at least one sentence or phrase to surprise Mario with?

Poor Mario would be lovestruck while Peach worries if she said it correctly or not.

PKDJFHRH???

I... I wanna draw that so bad. Omg. 😵‍💫😍

YES to Luigi secretly teaching Peach sweet Italian sayings and YES to Peach gathering up the courage to compliment Mario to his face in his first language. Just- Augh. 💘👏

Last time I made Peach speak Italian was so very long ago, I absolutely must update the concept soon! Thank you for the fantastic prompt. You can be sure I'm keeping it in mind. x3 🙏

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s7 episode 9 "signs and wonders" thoughts

reading this episode’s description… a guy who plays with snakes gets bitten by snakes? this i do find to be quite believable.

after some silly episodes with the EXCEPTION of orison (my beloathed), i am expecting some serious mode kind of stuff to take place here today. 

i have also been wondering where my friend skinner is. and what he has been up to. as well as my acquaintances CSM and mrs. mulder and krycek. but this seems like it will be a monster of the week type of gig, and will likely not provide any answers as to their whereabouts. 

(post-episode thoughts: woah... i liked this one. it had so much to say on religion that i will analyze at length. it had silly agent time. it had SERIOUS agent time. it had super protective scully. it had a rather absurd snakey plot that somehow still managed to make interesting cultural commentary. a solid episode! i enjoyed watching it and following along with the twists and turns! and then i giggled at the end with the cheesy CGI! i really can't ask for much more than that!)

well! let us begin without delay!

we open in a thunderstorm in tennessee. i see a bug in someone's room. and test results in a guy’s hand. he rips them up. and begins praying to the holy ghost. repenting. as he holds a photo of a girl.

AH! someone is outside his window. OH, i did NOT like that!!! no ma’am!

where is bro going and why does he have his gun?

oh shit!! it wasn’t a bug of some sort i saw. it was a rattle!! of the rattlesnake variety! i guess he keeps a loose one on his dresser? uh. weird.

he cocks his gun. runs with his suitcase out to the car. frantically buckles himself in. but he drops his keys!!! and he hears more rattling!!

snake!!! in the car!!! this is not where snakes are supposed to go!! bro is scared af. many snakes!!! they approach from all angles!!! he cannot escape!!

he asks jesus for help, but idk man. things aren’t looking great.

he shoots at the snakes! but they just keep rattling!!

it’s unclear if he lacks enough bullets to kill all the snakes, or if they keep multiplying somehow in some sort of divine way.

well, this isn’t too outlandish. i happen to find snakes getting into a car on the more believable side of things we have seen on this show. even if it did seem like that creepy window guy put them in there. which is also pretty believable, all things considered.

intro time!!! you better dance!! and cheer!!

ooo, very short intro!! 

is it agent time? yes, it is!!! they’re looking at snakes on the internet!! which is what the internet was practically invented for!!!! look at this old school snake website!!! 

well, actually, it’s just mulder looking at the snake website and talking to someone on the phone. but scully arrives. so don’t worry. 

LMAOOOO HE SPINS THE MONITOR AROUND TO SHOW HER AND SHE DECLARES “snakes” <- WHY IS THAT KILLLLLLLLLING MEEEEEE

“lots and lots of snakes” is his genius reply…. okay, i see the callback to that one beloved s3 exchange: “files” “lots and lots of files” 

i love when they say stupid stuff <3

AUGH, mulder shows her a photo of a dude has been snake… uh… idk? bitten? but he’s all puffed up. and honestly, he looks more like he was put in the oven and lightly toasted than attacked by an animal. his name is jared chirp. must be the fellow who we saw earlier with the test results and infested car.

he was bitten 116 times!! by 50 different snakes!! mostly copperheads and rattlers.

he died in his car. scully asks a great question: what happened to all the snakes? the answer: NOBODY KNOWS!!! a snake mystery!!

and mulder will have you know that he just got off the phone with a herpetologist who is very confused because those snakes are supposed to hibernate in the winter. nerd. he looks handsome today, though.

so… a murder? seems it. but there’s no evidence of anyone placing the snakes in there for it to be considered foul play!

scully says that it could be symbolic- snakes are a symbol of religion and evil- and mulder seems to be making eyes at her as she says this. which, well, same. maybe these snakes really WERE serving evil, he proposes.

sorry man. i’ve gotta giggle a little. snake murder. the things we have seen with these agents….

down in tennessee, a funeral takes place. “jared is in a better place now, gracie” says the reverend. well buddy, gracie looks pretty pregnant, and jared being in a better place ain’t gonna put food on the table, so let’s address that concern. 

wait, that’s the girl from the photo that jared was holding! she looks so young… 

the agents are here to see reverend mackey, who is the fellow who rather unhelpfully pointed out that jared is in a better place. scully watches gracie walk away….

mackey regrets talking to the sheriff about the way jared died. BUT. before jared came to their church, he belonged to a snake handling church. so. you can see how things look. 

at this snake church of signs and wonders, they think the holy spirit protects them. this just reminds me of the verse about not tempting god. when the devil says to jesus to throw himself off a tall building, and jesus says no. maybe they skipped that one in snake church sunday school.

jared grew up in that snake church!! he left it with gracie. and they were persecuted by the members after their departure. it is led by enoch o’connor.

why does mulder look so good today... do i need to be put down?

they take the rental car off to snake church- just another day for mulder and scully! the building looks old and scary af.

“snake handling. i didn’t learn that in catechism class” “that’s funny, i knew a couple of catholic school girls who were expert at it” <- JAIL TIME. NOWWWW.

he looks at her to see if she laughs and she doesn’t, LMAOOO

why is bro in a big coat in tennessee! truly living up to my url, which i appreciate, but he has to be hot!!

the door opens and they let themselves inside. HAHA! YES!! i love when they do that!! just enter places without any sort of permission. one of their most endearing qualities. it’s super dark. and the door shuts behind them.

YEAHHHH, THEY BUST OUT THE FLASHLIGHTS, LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO!!!!

“rattlesnakes and medieval visions of damnation. well, i, for one, feel a whole lot closer to god” “i don’t know, scully. when you… when you get right down to it, is snake handling any harder to buy into than communion wafers or transubstantiation….?”

why is he like this... why can’t he just LISTEN FOR ONCE? must he always poke poke poke at scully for having faith and be like "well, you're not THAT different from these snakey freaks" GRRR.

“or believing in flying saucers, for that matter” <- he had that one coming. get his ass, scully.

“i’m just saying that-that your faith and o’connor’s seem to be based off on the same book” now what do you mean by that. 

AHHH! A SNAKE BY HER FOOT. she doesn’t see it!

“uh-oh, scully, what do you think o’connor keeps in here?” “something slithery?” <- THESE IDIOTS….. they’re killllllling me. her voice was so silly when she said that. excuse me, you two, stop joking around while investigating a murder.

(please never stop joking around while investigating a murder)

mulder shakes the box and says it’s okay, it’s empty. which scully realizes is not a good thing because... where tf are the snakes, then? an average moment of scully common sense.

ahhh! ratting everywhere!!! they pull their guns!!! and in comes a guy. this must be o'connor.

he says they have nothing to fear if they’re righteous people... and mulder asks for help just in case they’re not, LMAO

he picks the snakes up with his hands, which is pretty crazy. do you think they hired an actor who worked with snakes? or did they get specially trained snakes who are good at listening to directions and being picked up?

o'connor claims chirp died in a test of righteousness. he says the agents don’t know which side they’re on and that they can leave. creepy!!!

scully does NOT seem to like snakes!!! she does not like being here either, lmaoooooo

back to gracie…. who is being handed some tea by a woman later revealed to be named iris. in walks the reverend mackey. iris tells him that jared called the boardinghouse before he died!!! she didn’t wake gracie up, because she was asleep. and he sounded like he’d been drinking. ranting about the devil and his sins.

the reverend mackey asks (very sensibly) why she didn’t tell the police this crucial information. because how tf is she supposed to tell gracie that she kept her from speaking to her husband the night he died??

well. i think the police still would have liked to know that, regardless of how uncomfortable of a conversation with gracie it would be! 

he says he will help her talk to gracie. but now it’s study group time.

back at the snake church (it's really called something like the church of signs and wonders, but snake church rolls off the tongue and gets to the point), they’re strumming the banjo, hollering, reading from revelations. that was some nasty imagery of god vomiting people up. god hates the lukewarm, says o'connor. 

the other church is going over the same verse!! mackey puts the verse in a historical context, saying it’s not as harsh as it seems. iris is stapling some programs.

oh lord. at the church of signs and wonders, they’re doing the thing where o'connor touches people and they start convulsing. very pentecoastal.

and then they get the snakes out. he says he handles the snakes because scripture says to. i don't remember reading that in the bible.

taking the snakes out…. yelling…

the overlapping of the snakes and their fangs and iris and her stapler remover… now what is their connection?

WHAT THE FUCK her staple remover turns INTO A SNAKE and bites her?? she’s bleeding onto the paper, but it’s back to just being a staple remover! eeeewwwww!!!! DID NOT LIKE THAT.

the church of signs and wonders is handing out snakes, the people are holding them, jumping up and down, singing, wiping off sweat. this reverend o'connor is scary asf. this actor is eating his role. i wonder if he is a good actor and a guy that works with snakes for a living. i imagine there aren't many who overlap between those two groups. 

iris rinses out her wound…. grabs a bandaid.  but hears more snakes!!! they’re showing up from all over!!! one slithers up the drain!! and they bite her!!!

hmm… lets check in about halfway through the episode. this episode is intriguing me. anything to do with culty fundamentalism, hollering and convulsing as the spirit runs through you, wiping the sweat off your brow as you yell "yes, sir, hallelujah, god hates the lukewarm" is gonna get me interested because... it’s just. so uniquely american. or at least it feels that way to me. aside from the snakes, i can name people i know who really live like this. it is the exact kind of horror that i get sucked into as a result of the fact that PEOPLE REALLY DO THIS and see it as the only right way to lead a life. everyone else is wrong and will face the wrath of hell. talk about terrifying!

BUT. the appearance of sudden snakes getting iris in the bathroom is kinda making me laugh a little. i can be multifaceted!

mulder is here at the non-snake church! the reverend mackey is saying he doesn’t understand how this happened- he heard iris scream and that was it. he explains how he and iris had just talked about gracie. mulder says that maybe it was on purpose that they couldn’t finish their conversation.

scully is with gracie. trying to explain that they’re investigating o’connor. she is certain he didn’t do it because it is satan’s work, not man’s. scully says that sounds like what he would say, and gracie left his church because she thinks for herself- scully is very gentle with her. it makes me feel things. but gracie still denies that he would have any involvement. 

oh shit! o’connor is her father! well. that’ll do it.

he kicked her out of the church when she got pregnant :( AND her house :( oh, poor girl :(

the agents are always involved with some scalding hot local drama.

they go to sneak back into the church of signs and wonders, but scully goes to check around back instead of coming in with mulder. it seems she’s scared as fuck! them separating never ends well.

mulder finds a wall of photos under the caption “we pray for the souls lost to us” and there’s a photo of jared!! and gracie!! and... someone else.

scully is alone and i am scared…  she’s looking into the windows of a trailer. ah, the dark lighting and flashlight and bold silhouette… i am nostalgic for early seasons.

she pulls a pistol. and opens the door.

inside are lots and lots of rats! oh. poor things. and also sooooo many boxes of snakes. who rattle at her. 

AUGH, and the reverend is there too!!! he grabs her!!!!!!! UNHAND HER NOWWWW, I’M SERIOUS. he’s saying she must be judged and he puts her head in with the snakes!!!!! telling her to pray!!!

mulder comes in with a gun and cocks it. bro is gonna fuck him up. 

“your FBI partner could have learned something about herself if you hadn’t stopped me. some powerful good news, maybe” <- we need to put this guy in JAIL. and people need to stop making backhanded comments about scully's beliefs, implying she isn't believing enough. first the dude from orison, now this guy. and also DO NOT PUT HER HEAD IN A BOX OF SNAKES, YOU FUCKING CREEP???

OH! mulder asks if that’s what o'connor did to his wife!! who died of snakebites a few years ago during a church service. allegedly. 

mulder is keeping a very level head as he asks o'connor why he did it. what was wrong with his wife, and his daughter’s boyfriend, and iris? “no one quite passed muster with you, huh?” <- oh, he is doing a very good job. he is a pro. had i just caught a guy trying to do that to scully, my reaction would be more… volcanic. but i guess they’re kinda used to catching someone nearly killing their partners by now. and i guess they have to keep an even tone if they want to get information for the case.

he asks what his plans for gracie were. o'connor accuses mulder of thinking he’s too smart. 

gracie says to scully that she doesn’t want to see her father. “it don’t matter what i believe. he’ll be judged as he deserves. can’t nobody avoid it” <- that’s a crazy thing to say to someone your father just tried to kill in this earthly life 😭😭 like girl... what if he had succeeded?

reverend o’connor is sleeping in jail… wakes up…. looks around. hears snakes. prays and prays. but they’re coming. get him. eat him. are they gonna bite him?!?!

the next morning he’s in the ICU!! so i guess the answer is yes. 

scully comes in to see him.

my guess…. somehow it’s gracie?? people she loves get eaten by snakes?? the biblical idea of women going hand-in-hand with temptation and womanhood being related to the serpent/devil, or something or other?? 

mulder thinks maybe o'connor did the snake righteousness test on himself. well, if so, no one knows if he’ll make it or not. 

ohhh… gracie won’t let him receive treatment on religious grounds…. saying it’s up to god. this is interesting. does she want him to die?

scully asks: what if gracie did this? she told her that her father would be judged. maybe she can handle snakes, too, if she grew up around them…. but what about the others? why would she attack them?

they go chirp’s place to look for clues. he left in a hurry. what is it he was scared of?

OOO, this conversation is worth analysis:

“though i don’t understand it, o’connor’s church exerts a strong pull on these people”

“it’s not so hard to understand. it’s a culture with a very well-defined set of rules.”

“it’s an intolerant culture, mulder”

“i don’t know, scully. sometimes a little intolerance can be a welcome thing. clear-cut right and wrong, black and white, no shades of gray. in a society where hard-and-fast rules are harder and harder to come by, i think some people would appreciate that”

“you’re saying that you, fox mulder, would welcome someone telling you what to believe?”

“i’m just saying that somebody offering you all the answers… could be a very powerful thing”

he’s definitely right. some people love being told exactly what to think. if god or their church says they ought to hate this person or do this action, there’s no reason to question what they're told. not thinking for yourself in any capacity or questioning your own beliefs- it does sound welcoming to people who don’t want to do that work.

i think mulder possibly envies the idea of having a belief system that claims to have all of the answers because his lack of one leaves him to figure it all out for himself. sure, maybe it’s what you and i would consider the morally correct option instead of blindly following along with a snake cult, but the folks in the snake cult have no questions about morality. they do what their snake cult leader says they ought to. and then they sleep easy at night because they have total faith they made all the right choices. while others who do not have a snake cult dictating their every move have to wrestle with their choices and morality.

and scully also struggles with always wanting to do the right thing. she has a faith to guide her, but sometimes the lines get blurry.

without someone telling you exactly what to think on every single subject ever, you have to ask yourself hard questions. and no one likes to ask themselves hard questions.

he makes a good point. i get what he’s saying, even if trying to explain it makes what he is saying feel less profound.

(it reminds me of that scene in fleabag where she’s emotionally lost, uncertain where to go with her life, and she tells the priest she wishes she had someone like him to tell her what to think, how to feel, how to dress. to do all the hard parts for her. she doesn't believe, but there would be comfort to take in knowing what to do next if she did)

((also, you must know that while this whole rather vulnerable exchange is going on, mulder is playing with the rattle like a fidget toy. i like that. i love him. something to hold in your hands probably makes the rawness easier to communicate. shake shake shake))

anyway. mulder finds the lab results that chirp has tossed on the floor.

i love that he asks scully if he’s reading it right :,) but!! it’s a serious matter on this here medical test. chirp was testing himself for sterility! and it turned out to be positive!! as in, he cannot have children!

so… who is the father of gracie's baby…..? maybe chirp was killed because he learned the truth….

the reverend mackey comes to see gracie as she waits by her father’s bed. she begs him to reconsider and allow him to receive the medicine for the venom, but she insists it’s what her father would want. she had seen him bit before, and he always said it was up to god if he lived or died. mackey argues that you can trust god by trusting the doctors. she says she can’t risk his soul. 

mackey reminds her she wanted to live her life for herself. is she living her beliefs or her father's? she cries. and nods. he goes to tell the doctor to give him the medicine. 

but!!! o'connor's heart is going crazy!!! he’s dripping pus!!! and shaking!!!! he reaches out and grabs her!!! 

they’re both gone!!! 

oh god. it’s just as i feared. mackey tells the agents that o’connor is the father of gracie’s child. god. that’s so fucking sad. which is why she wanted to get away from him... and the reverend mackey says she taught her to forgive him.

o'connor grabs gracie, says he’s bringing her home, and hauls her into the church, where all the other members are holding candles. watching. ignoring her as she begs for help. 

he plunges her underwater and she says something is wrong with the baby. they hold her down.  pray over her. demand the evil be expelled. she begs for help. 

ARE THEY GONNA CUT HER OPEN??? is she birthing snakes?????

what the fuck is going on….

the agents arrive after this whole thing goes down. an ambulance is here. scully strides in. she finds gracie and whispers to the paramedic, asking how is she. she asks where the baby is, but the others from the church won’t talk. it’s so protective. i am emotional.

well. mulder has found... something.

“she gave birth to snakes?” “the devil has been cast out” 

the absurdity of this situation is not lost on me. classic x files. "she gave birth to snakes?" needs to go in the hall of fame for wildest lines out of context. yeah. that's network tv, baby!

mulder tells scully to stay behind with gracie because he’s gonna go find o'connor. and presumable throw hands

the reverend mackey is placing programs in his church. OH! it’s a reverend vs reverend showdown. mackey tells o'connor that gracie left on her own because she wanted to escape a life of fear and intolerance. o’connor is mumbling, mumbling. he pulls out a KNIFE?

mulder is here just in time. and trust that he is gonna kill that guy. or at least shoot him. and he certainly does.

oh, god. scully is in the ambulance with gracie. she’s calling for her father and scully tells her its her, agent scully, she’s going to the doctor, can you tell me what happened? 

but gracie says she doesn’t understand- he saved her.

that was a very good shot on mulder's behalf- right in the collarbone, just like scully must have taught him. mulder is holding o’connor down, saying help is on the way- but o'connor says it isn't- mulder still doesn’t know which side he’s on. is it…… the other reverend???

OH!! it must be!!! mulder pulls out his gun… mackey denies killing chirp…. was iris catching on?? “is that was this is really about? ruining o’connor? seducing his daughter? destroying him by any conceivable means?”

mackey asks if mulder is a righteous man. he slams all the doors with some sort of power??? and summons snakes!! they’re all over mulder!!!!

mulder calls for help!!!! scully (who is now here just in time!) is asking o’connor where he is, but he grabs her, says it is his test alone. this obviously does not deter her from getting to her man.

he’s dripping in blood, snakes slithering all over him, and she kicks down the door. but as she opens the door, all the snakes are gone. they’re leaving!!! 

she finds him, unbuttons his shirt. blood on his jaw. blood all over….

cut to a hospital. mulder in a bed. there's no trace of mackey anywhere. “people think the devil has horns and a tail- they’re not used to some kindly man who tells you what you want to hear”

mulder says if it was a test, he must have failed. “i’d say you passed with flying colors. you’re alive, aren’t you?” “proud and fancy free” (they smile at each other)

jump to connecticut… where mackey is now going by the name reverend wells! someone thanks him for having an open and modern view of god. when she leaves, he pulls out a mouse…… and feeds it to the snake inside his mouth. 

i love you, CGI mouth snake.

the end.

i had no idea where this episode was going next, but in a good way. so i was really invested. 

at first, i thought that that the writers were positioning mackey as the "bad guy", and o'connor as the "good guy"- almost like the writers were trying to say that progressive christianity is actually of the devil, and the fundamentalist fire and brimstone path is the way to go.

but then i thought about it for longer than 5 seconds and realized that there was no good guy in this episode (beyond, of course, mulder and scully). o'connor kicked out his daughter, endangered his parish, and also attacked scully, shoving her into a ton of snakes to try and test her faith. who the fuck does any of those things? so even if he did one act at the end of merit- getting gracie out of an abusive situation- he is, in no way, a "good guy".

even his way of getting her out of said situation was terrible- he kidnapped her and then subjected her to traumatic religious ritual in front of a crowd that ignored her cries for help. so while she described herself as "saved" by him, it was still pretty damn awful. and had she not been raised in such a strict and intolerant environment, the idea of fleeing to mackey wouldn't have ever occurred to her.

and i enjoyed that mackey seemed like a genuinely good guy, especially in contrast to o'connor, but still turned out to be an awful person. he seemed to be so clearly the safe place for gracie, but that wielding of religious authority still allowed him to be abusive and hurt those he was placed in charge of. at times, he seemed like he really did care about gracie, like when he was trying to convince her to administer the antidote to her father. maybe he thought he really was doing good, but still took advantage of the power he had and did terrible things with it. and, of course, he was also some sort of snake demon, which didn't help.

it didn't seem like mackey was aiming to take down o'connor as mulder proposed as much as it seemed he was there to lure people into a sense of security- for many of those in his church, that sense of security seemed genuine- but the idea of taking power was too tempting for him to pass up. if it was just about taking down o'connor, i don't see why he would bother to change his identity and go to another community to presumable repeat the cycle. it seemed more like he wanted to give people a sense of safety and community and love (and again, to what extent he believes what he is saying is hard to tell), but doing so would give him a position of authority over people who are especially vulnerable and allow him to do what he pleases.

i also thought mulder's commentary on the appeal of an intolerant culture to be really interesting. it comes down to having all of the answers given to you. no need to question the way things are when someone is telling you that a divine power says this is how you live and how you die and why that is right. there are people who really do live like this. the whole raving, guitar strumming, thumping, hollering hallelujah and laying of hands while the churchgoers convulse... it is a real tradition. one that feels so vividly american. one that, in this story, just like with mackey, raises questions of how much of what he preaches o'connor actually believes, or if he is doing all of this so he can hurt people- like his wife mysteriously dying in a snake accident or the feeling of power her gets from shoving scully's face into a nest of snakes (he seems to have a real issue with women, huh?). regardless of what it is that he personally believes, to those who are part of his church, his power is absolutely real and undeniable.

and it also brings up a very interesting point in regard to gracie leaving such a community- she was immediately vulnerable to being taken advantage of because she had parted with every person she had ever known. escaping a situation like that is incredibly dangerous.

so there was a lot of really interesting commentary on religion, on how the fundamentalist and progressive movements alike can be used to lure people in, give them a feeling of safety and community, and then people in power can prey upon them. and when that is all you ever know, the idea of leaving seems either entirely impossible, or, if it is done, can open doors to further danger.

overall the episode, at least to me, didn't seem anti-religion- more of a warning on how anyone can use their power for evil, no matter their outward appearances or what they say. even mulder seemed less anti-religion than usual. usually he would just tear into scully about how stupid it is that she believes in god or something along those lines, but today he just pointed out that her beliefs and that of the snake church are based on the same book. which was still pretty insensitive, all things considered- is it that hard to not make a condescending comment? but it was one of the LEAST condescending comments he's made so far when it comes to religion, so, progress, i guess?

even though that aspect of mulder is probably always going to annoy me, and i need to just come to terms with it, it was still a great episode for our agents. his stupid joke and then watching her to see if she smiles... him bursting in to save scully from the snakes and then keeping his explosive temper under control while interviewing o'connor because he wanted to get the answers for the case... and then his realization at the end that it was mackey who was hurting gracie... scully getting there right in time... mmm! all good stuff.

and scully! an amazing episode for her, too! what stuck out to me the most was how fiercely protective she was of gracie. god. she was running in to find her, staying with her in the ambulance, telling her she was safe, and the way she just YELLED at those bystanders "where is the baby?!" like she was NOT messing around. do not get between her and the latest person she has been tasked with protecting. gracie seemed like she was really young- maybe still a teenager- and scully always seems especially protective of those she encounters in that age range. it is very interesting.

and then she kicks that door down to get to mulder, the words of this freaky reverend be damned, she will NEVER leave him to be "tested" by himself. opening his shirt to see his snakebites.. yeah. that's intimacy.

and the hospital scene at the end... he thinks he's failed some sort of test on his righteousness, but she tells him he passed with flying colors. because she believes in him. even when he doesn't believe in himself, or in anything at all. and they smile. OOOH!

wow… this episode gave me a lot to chew on, and i enjoyed it. 

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Augh. Diantha. Cynthia. Diantha holding Cynthia. Diantha comforting Cynthia. Diantha being the big spoon. Diantha brushing out Cynthia's hair. Diantha sitting at the edge of the bathtub while Cynthia soaks and reads her ridiculous tabloid articles out loud. Diantha treating Cynthia to a date at a lovely little bakery and then taking a walk hand in hand through the city as it starts to snow. Diantha telling Cynthia she's the most handsome person she's ever seen, and she's worked with a lot of handsome people. Diantha having no tattoos and never having had the intention of getting any but gets one small one to signify the importance of her relationship with Cynthia. Diantha scratching Cynthia's scalp as Cynthia rests her head in her gf's lap as they watch TV. Diantha helping Cynthia pick out an absolutely gorgeous suit for her to wear as a function they're going to, and Cynthia positively feeling herself. Diantha feeling comfortable and safe enough with Cynthia to revisit her childhood interest in dinosaurs that she was discouraged from. Diantha being so incredibly and pathetically head over heels for Cynthia that she feels vulnerable and she has to consciously work at keeping herself composed about it