#th I S IS SO LATE FORGIVE ME

[bbyhoneybee-x]

Hi! I love your blog! I was wondering, I saw a post you did where they give their someone a black eye or something? And was wondering if you could do Michael, Vincent and Thomas? If it's too much I'm sorry! Thank you so much!

ayyy guess who's back from the dead! i would like to briefly apolgize for being in active on here for so long, i had lost insperation to write for a while but now im back to give it a second shot! hope you all like this

Michael Myers-

To say that Michael was a big man is an overstatement when he so easily towers over you without even having to try so there's gonna be times of where he might bump into you or knock you over without realizing that your there. By the time you had gotten back to your home sweet home it was late and you were just so very tired and all you wanted to do was cuddle up to Michael and go the hell to sleep, grabbing your keys you unlocked the house and made your way inside before you kicked off your shoes and called out for the masked man , " hey! im finally home" you said as you made your way upstairs to the bedroom you both share only to find Micheal laying on the bed his mask abandoned on the floor which has only been some recently that been been doing around you more often. With sleep filling your eyes you trudged on over to the bed and went to lean done to give him a small peak on his cheek. The thing you need to realize is that even though Micheal is a gigantic of a man and could very easily crush your or anyone's skull simply with his hand , without his mask on he feels very vulnerable , since he sleeps like the dead he didn't hear you come in and the gentle pressure of your lips against his cheek had him in a frenzy state where his fist had collided with your face sending you back on the floor in a ball of pain. His eyes widened as he stand up , his chest breathing frantically now , seeing you on the floor holding your face made his cold heart break softly. Without saying anything he gently picks you up in his huge arms and held you to his chest, even though he doesn't speak he tried to comfort you s best as he from what he knows [which isn't a whole lot] gently tilting your face up to meet his gaze seeing what damage he had cause. your eye had already swelled up and a dark purple color was filling the effected area quickly, sensing the panic in his eyes you gently held his hand in a way to not only comfort him but yourself as well " hey its ok mikey , i know you didn't mean to hurt me i startled you " you said as you gently squeezed his hand. Micheal shakes his head softly as he looked at your eye and a deep sigh had left his chest, he gently placed you down on the bed and gestured for you to stay there and he made his way down to the kitchen. after a few long minutes an hearing some concerning bangs downstairs he trudged his way back to you with item in his hands , an frozen bag of peas in one hand and in the other hand carried some ibuprofen and some Halloween candy. A softly smiles came across your face as he held the bag of peas to your eye trying to be careful of not wanting to cause you more pain then he already has , he placed the candy in you lap and open the bottle of the pain relief and place two in your hand before reaching over to the old wooden nightstand and handed you a tall glass of water. Micheal maybe be a stone cold killer and a nightmare to many people but for you he was soft and loving , he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for a while after the accident , his hands would tremble against yours every time you'd go to hold his hand as if he was afraid to hold you like you were made from glass but after a while he would start to com back around with the help of loving words from you and patience, soon enough he'd be back in your arms like the whole thing had never happened but the thought of it happening again is something that not only scares him but also you as well but with being able to put down rules in place and make sure that he knows that your there maybe this might just be a one time nightmare for the both of you

Vincent Sinclair -

Making wax sculptures all day was a very tiring task for Vincent , usually by the time he was almost finished it was already dark outside and way past time bedtime. Normally you wouldn't go downstairs and try to bring him up since he was just a stubborn as Bo was, he'd shoo you off back to bed and he'd soon follow up after a few minute but tonight was different as you had not seen him once except for this morning when he woken you up by giving a small kiss to your head and it was down into the basement he went. He didn't even come up for breakfast,lunch or dinner which wasn't like him at all , it had worried a big hole through your stomach as you stood by the to of the step that led down to his workshop of sorts. You'd never really gone down there unless you really needed him since in his own way that space down there was a safe space for him and you didn't want to really upset him by barging in uninvited. But you were worried so he would come to understand that hopefully you thought to yourself as you started to ascend down in the darken basement. The sounds of your shoes echoed off of the stone walls as you make your way to the opening of the basement , " Vincent?" you called out as you stood by the door with your arms wrapped around your torso in a attempt to comfort your self . Without hearing any type of response you started to advancing deeper in to the room looking around when you finally spot the tall masked man looming over one of the wax figures , the sharp blade of his knife seemingly glows in the dark . you take a few more steps forward as you called his name out once more with no avail , this isn't like him at all . You approach him and gently places a hand on his shoulder and shook him softly " Hey vin-" your words were cut off as he spins around at a quick speed like you've seen before normally when hes trying to get his next victim , the tip of the knife had came across and gashes in to your cheek inflicting a stinging pain that cause you to cry out and fall own on to the floor. Vincent was in his own little world when he created these master pieces and normally he good about not getting to far into his head that much but today was different for him , Bo had given him a deadline to have these pieces down and out into the wax museum and hes not one to disappoint his twin brother he ended up blocking out the urges to eat and see you. His hands trembled as he drop the knife and falls down to his knees where his hand had cradled your face and his eyes widen with pure panic. He reached over to his work table and grab a rag which he held to your cheek , he might not be a man of many words but his eyes do all the speaking for him , he was sorry for hurting you accidentally. You gently placed your hand on top of his in comfort " You didn't mean to do it Vincent it's ok" you said as he began on cleaning up the gash and he could't help but be mad at himself for doing it but your words always had a calming effect on him. Soon the gash was cleaned and bandage up , he sat on the floor with you in his lap and you holding hi hands. In your eyes he's not a monster and you helped him see that from his eyes as well. Eventually you both have came up with a system to ensure that something like this wouldn't happen again , it was a simple belly attached to a string that led in to hr basement so you can ring it from upstairs and he'll know that you'd be coming down.

Thomas Hewitt-

It's hot summer days like this that makes you want nothing more then to sit in the cool shade and sip on some fresh , ice cold lemonade with your beloved Thomas , but unfortunately today is a day where hoyt had thrown Thomas in to some hard bloody work. Normally he'd do it would out any complaint but the heat was starting to effect him, making him more irritable then he usually is. You stood in the kitchen softly sipping on the refreshing beverage as you heard Thomas grunt loudly in pain and slammed something hard down that caused the floorboards to shake from the forced behind it. Your heart breaks for him , he every rarely get anytime to himself or anytime with you since Hoyt made it his job to get his hands bloody and proved for the family , so you had made the choice to bring him a nice cool glass of lemonade in hope that it could help him feel better. "Poor thing must be suffering down there in the hot basement " you said to yourself as you carefully made your way down the old creaky stairs leading to the basement with the drink in on hand. Thomas came into your eyesight , he was hunch over the wooden work table , his shoulders moving up and down as he breathe heavily, one hand clutching onto the other seemingly had hurt it when he was working. Your eyes had widened a bit as you rushed over to him after setting the glass down on a different spot " Tommy? are you ok darling?" you said as you came over to his side trying to see what had happend to his hand , he grunts angrily and tuned his back to face you " Thomas let me see please" you said softly as your hand reached out to grab his arm but it didn't go to plan. The moment he felt the hand on his elbow his top had blew a fuse, reacting on pure instinct, he shoved you away from him but there are times of where he didn't know his own strength.Your head slammed into the wooden table behind you , black spot had filled your vision as Thomas had seen what his anger had done to his love of his life, any anger that he had immediately went away see you on the floor holding your head in pain. Thomas dropped to his knees and held your head in his giant hands looking closely to see if there was any blood coming out of it , he pulled your hand away from it to see some blood on it and he swear he could feel his heart shatter into million pieces , he picked you up in his arms and ran up stair to the room the both of you shared and lays you on the bed before he grab a basin ad filled it with clean water and grab some rags to help clean the wound. the time he took cleaning your head wound was spent in silence but you could hear his soft sniffles and you knew he didn't mean to ever hurt you on purpose. Once he was done wrapping up your head you turn to face him , he sat on his knee looking down at his hands , gently you sit up and wrap your arms around his neck bringing his head in to your lap gently hushing as he made soft sounds in protest afraid he was gonna hurt you again," Tommy is ok im gonna be fine i promise you said softly making his head rise up to look at you with silent tears in his eyes as his hands gently came up and brushed against your head , you gently grabs his hands and held them to your chest right over your heart, " im still here Thomas , i ain't going no where i know you didn't mean to hurt me me at all it was just an accident'' you said softly with a smile. Thomas leans his head on your chest and held on to you as if your gonna slip through his hands like sand. It'll take Thomas sometime to feel like his hands aren't gonna hurt you every-time he touches you, you can see the bit of fear in his eyes , but each time you reassure him that hes not a monster that he sees himself as, an that you love him regardless of anything that's happened. soon enough your Thomas start to come back around , now his hands are constantly on you all the time , but hey its not like either of ya'll have any complains at all.

{ i hope you guys really enjoyed this! after not writing for a while it defently feels really good to be back! hopefully this is good if not better then my past works but let me know what you guys think!)

[shakespearean-dream]

last of the big five yall!!!!

happy late fourth of july! remember to keep boycotting, speak out and listen to palestinians, the people of congo, native americans, queer/trans people and women currently being oppressed this independence day because america fucking sucks!!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅🔥🔥🔥

here are a couple good places to donate! please remember to do your own research and take care of each other, it’s getting scary out here.

ohhhh nimdok, where to start with you….

i have been dreading doing him because he pisses me off so bad but i actually had some decent fun with him :D. designing him and branching out farther away from his canon self was nice, but im not touching his backstory or personality really, that stays about the same for me in my head.

speaking of whichhh! like benny, i understand how the game makers had a short amount of time to fit an entire character arc of an old man undoing his deeply internalized racism/xenophobia/ableism in a singular short scenario, but unlike benny i actually somehow like his better?? nimdok had a lot more to get over (well not saying being a dickhead murderer isn’t a lot but 😭) and i enjoyed seeing him actually help out the people he would’ve previously turned in. it still feels a little hollow/unrealistic because again, he’s been like this his whole life, but considering how much AM takes him away from the group to (most likely) psychologically torture him for his actions he’s probably had a bit of a revelation.

doing his scenario was unfortunately funny at times because of the strange way we had to go about redeeming him with the golem guy😭giving him a smooch caught me off guard but ykw? i’ll take it for being able to kill mengele like immediately afterward. also speaking of whichhhh…

i would go into more detail about nimdok and mengeles relationship to give it some depth because god i love me some queers, but that is??? a real fucking guy???? a real life monster???? im less than comfortable picturing the fucker in my mind, much less giving him depth with a character who i also don’t like. like why ship ur essentially OC with a REAL LIFE N/AZI??? just another one of the reasons harlan elision creeps me out. (if that just pissed you off google search him s/a-ing 2 people, marrying a 19 year old when he was in his 40s and defending a child r/apist i really don’t feel like arguing with you. the guy was a horrible fucking person and he makes me sick, i just like this franchise.)

i cannot cough up anymore thoughts about this fella pls forgive me; these past couple days have been rough on my 3 brain cells. AM will for sure be next and after that fully rendered/decked out full bodies are in order!! so look out for that:]]]] i may also start posting some art fight things since i was just complaining about the lag a post or so ago☺️ jk ily artfight. team seafoam lets goo

ok i love u guys!!! if u have any requests for me drop a comment or an ask, and thank you so much for the continued support on my art❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ lots of links on this post but one more quick reminder to take a look at my commission page if you’d like!!! yolanda is still in the shop because they cannot figure out what’s wrong with her :(

have a good night friends 🫶

[kaycode1999]

Monkey King x Reader PT. 8

@bowbeforeyourphrogness @mimimroawwww

I'm so sorry its been so long, but I'm back and I promise the next one will be out much quicker.

It takes close to a month for Y/N to find the group in a slightly larger village. Y/N walks into the village just after sunset, and after asking one of the townspeople where to find them she/he/they walk up the home they are staying in and knock on the door.

Pigsy opens the door and the second his eyes land on Y/N they widen in shock. “ Y/N? You’re here.” He says in disbelief, Y/N smiles and nods. “ Can I come in?” Y/N asks, Pigsy nods and opens the door for Y/N to walk through. Pigsy leads Y/N into the main living room area, Sandy, Wukong, and Monk Sangzang all look up and are shocked to see Y/N standing there. “ Y/N!” Sandy says cheerfully before getting up and rushing over to Y/N wrapping her/him/them in a hug. Y/N chuckles hugging back and patting his back, she/he/they then pull away giving Sangzang a hug. Once she/he/they pull away she/he/they are then left face to face with Wukong, “ Y/N” Wukong says partly with a tone of happiness and partly with a tone of guilt. “ Wukong.” Y/N says with a icy tone and a forced smile

Wukong shrinks back just a tiny bit noticing the tone and fake smile. Y/N turns to face Pigsy, Sandy, and Sangzang, “ It’s good to see you all again.” She/he/they says giving them a smile. “ We are happy to see you too.” Sangzang says “ although, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I am curious why you’re back.”, Y/N nods in understanding and smiles. “ I just …. Decided I missed you guys. I’d like to join the group again if you’ll let me.” Y/N says, they all look at each other and smile in agreement. “ Of course.” Sangzang says.

The next two days Y/N spends getting settled in with the group. Late into the evening while the others are presumably asleep, Y/N sits in the communal living space when Wukong appears seemingly out of nowhere stepping into the room. Y/N looks surprised for a moment, “ Oh….. Hey.” Y/N says in a somewhat sad tone looking anywhere but at him. “ Y/N….. Can we please talk?” Wukong pleads with a heart broken expression, Y/N looks at him for a moment seeing the devastation in his eyes and finally noticing how much of a toll what happened between them had taken on him.

“ I….” Y/N hesitates for a few seconds before finally agreeing with a sigh “ Okay.”, relief washes over Wukong’s face. He tells her/him/them to follow him to the nearby lake so they can make sure not to disturb anyone. The two walk for only about 5 minutes up to the lake. The moon is full and bright as the two sit down next to the quiet and serene lake. There's a few moments of silence before Wukong speaks up.

“ I need you to know I'm sorry about what I said.” He starts, “ Monkey King, I-” Y/N starts to interrupt him but Wukong stops her/him/them. “ Please…. I'm so sorry. It was stupid and terrible of me to say, and I didn't mean it.” Wukong says looking at Y/N with particularly glossy eyes, “ You didn't?” Y/N questions. “ No, not at all.” he says, “ Then why would you say that?” Y/N asks. Wukong starts looking very shy and nervous as he answers, “ Pigsy was teasing me about having feelings for you… and I panicked because I didn't want him to know that he was right.” he says hesitantly.

“ Oh.…” Y/N starts before it hits her/him/them, and Wukong smiles nervously. “ Oh.” Y/N says with her/his/their eyes widening in surprise, Wukong looks just about anywhere but at her/him/them and his face almost feels like it’s on fire. A smile slowly spreads across Y/N’s face as she/he/they begin laughing lightly, “ Wow… I feel kind of stupid now.” Y/N laughs. “ No, no.” Wukong assures “ I shouldn't have said what I said. I understand why you were hurt, it was all my fault. I really am so s-”, Wukong freezes when he feels to arms around him engulfing him in a hug.

“ Sorry.” He finishes quietly, “ I forgive you.” Y/N says. Wukong breathes out in relief hugging her/him/them closer, “ I missed you.” Y/N says tearing up a little. “ I missed you more.” Wukong chokes out, the relief he feels is almost palpable as the weight he'd been carrying around is lifted. After a few moments Y/N pulls away to look at him and her/his/their expression then falls in concern.

“ Wukong.” Y/N says worriedly “ Something bad is coming. I need your help.”. He seems confused and concerned before Y/N explains everything about the plot by the demons to take him out to get Monk Sangzang.

[hey-heigo]

Chapter 18

are we finally getting somewhere with the trial? please??

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

was tempted to start this chapter with toko waking up and gasping 'i think i like girls!!'

wanted to say that everything would've been resolved way earlier if people were just a little nicer to toko before remembering that aoi was literally doing that and she STILL obsessed over byakuya. can we get this girl to a therapist please

shoutout to @digitaldollsworld for reading this at ass o'clock in the morning while i was still writing it. a real hero tbh

Content warning tags: self-deprecating language, implied self-harm, canon-typical manipulation and language

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There’s a moment of stillness. Someone shouts in alarm, and a few people nearly step away from their stands with intention to help. But just as quickly, the dark figure slumped behind the rail begins to clamber slowly upwards, hands bracing against the balusters as she totters to an upright position.

Slowly, carefully, Toko Fukawa stands up straight, trembling all the while. “I-Is this a trial? W-what’s going o-on?!”

The stammer certainly sounds like Fukawa.“...Toko? That’s really you, right?” Asahina tries tentatively. “Um, are you okay? Are you feeling alright?”

“I…” She looks around, hands fisted tight around her braids, twitching with the same nervous quality of a bird. Her eyes must have landed on Byakuya, and the venomous stare he was giving her, because she squeaks and cowers again. “I-!”

“Chihiro’s body was found today. Approximately twenty minutes after you left the library.” He says coldly, words clipped and harsh. “Kyoko says you were both in the boy’s bathroom before the body discovery alarm. Can you verify this?”

“W-what?!” She stutters. “I-I don’t know w-what’s going on, I n-never know-” She’s shaking violently, as if she’s about to faint again.

“Let’s try a different question.” Kirigiri cuts in. “Toko. What were you doing between 12:30 and 1 o’clock today?”

“Wh- A-are you accusing me of s–something?!”

“No. But everyone else has given testimony on their whereabouts during this time. Yours would help grant us a better understanding of the course of events.” Kirigiri says patiently. Fukawa sways for a moment, thinking carefully, before she answers.

“Th-the library,” She half-mumbles, hands twisting in her braids over and over again, the black coils weaving over her pale fingers like eels. “Um, I w-wanted to talk to B-Byakuya alone, so I w-went to the library, a-and we t-talked for a bit…and then-”

He suddenly realizes what she’s about to say, but it’s too late to stop it. “Then, u-um, he h-hit me…w-with a book.”

He can feel eyes turning towards him, and the air turns disapproving. He scowls back. “She’s left out the part where she tried to blackmail me with the secret that she peeked at the other night.” He explains, and at once Fukawa flushes darkly and begins stammering something out.

“I-! I wasn’t b-blackmailing you!”

“What other word should I have used then? Manipulation? Coercion?” He asks sarcastically, and she shrivels and withers at his words.

“I told you m-my secret too, s-so it’d be fair-”

“You told me you were a serial killer who targets the men you fancied. Forgive me if I wasn’t immediately won over.”

The atmosphere turns a little less hostile at that. “Okay, yeah. If it’s like that I kinda get it.” Hagakure is nodding sagely, as if he understands everything. “But, seriously. You shouldn’t hit girls, man…”

“...Are you really going to do this now?” He just needed this trial to be over, already. The adrenaline of the earlier reveal had worn off, and now he felt sick with anger and exhaustion. “The whole thing barely took ten minutes. I wasn’t interested in dragging it out any longer than I had to.”

“Still, hitting is sort of-” But Hagakure shuts up at the glare Byakuya gives him, and quickly amends. “Never mind. Gender equality. Especially in self-defense. Cool, got it, my bad.”

“So, I suppose it is safe to assume that the source of the blood on your hand, and the book from earlier, was because of this confrontation?” Celeste asks. And, without waiting for an answer: “Then, that would also mean that the reason you were holding that file on Syo was due to what Toko had revealed to you.”

She sounds all too satisfied with herself for reaching that conclusion. “And so, it seems that the most damning evidence that had been implicating you has been disproven. Is that not reassuring?”

“...Don’t patronize me.”

“Why, I wouldn’t dare.” She laughs lightly, a soft sound that perfectly conceals her shrewdness.

“Toko. Please, continue.” Kirigiri says again, and there’s a quiet rustle as Fukawa yanks at her hair, the strands scraping over her fingers.

“A-after he h-hit me, I left…u-um, I went to the bathroom t-to w-wash my face, and when I touched the faucet - I-I mean, I wiped my f-face with my hands earlier, a-and the b-blood…” She trails off and shakes her head, and shoves her face into a fistful of her hair. 

Byakuya suddenly recalls something, something that Fukawa had mentioned during their confrontation in the library in a hurried, muttered tone. “Syo comes out when you see blood.” He remembers aloud, and her incoherent words begin clicking together.

Her pale face immediately darkens to an ugly, blotchy pink. “Yeah, um. I-I’m scared of b-blood, so…a-and when she’s out, I d-don’t have any m-memory of what s-she does.” She cradles her face in her hands, swaying a little like a swooning maiden. “S-so you did remember…” She mumbles, apparently to herself, and he feels his stomach turn with disgust.

It’s not worth wasting the effort on her to think of a response, so he opts to ignore her fawning instead. “So Toko left the library and went to the boy’s bathroom, and fainted after seeing the blood on her hand.” That seems logical enough, but something about this sequence of events bothered him. 

According to Kirigiri, Syo only woke up shortly before the body discovery. If Fukawa went to the bathroom right after leaving the library, why had it taken so long? And that aside, there was something that bothered him about her story. Something that he couldn’t place a finger on.

He’s not the only one who noticed the fallacy. “Excuse me, Toko,” Makoto tries tentatively. “So…that means from around 12:40 to one, you were unconscious?”

“Y-yes? What, do you n-not believe me?” She immediately goes on the defensive, cagey and snappish. “Y-you think I’m l-lying, right? J-just because I’m l-like this, you th-think that e-everything I say is a l-lie-?! Y-you all think I s-strung Chihiro up, I kn-know it!”

“Toko…no one said that.” Asahina has her hands raised, in some attempt to calm her down. “We just want to know what happened.”

She was proving to be an impossible witness. Byakuya raises a hand to press to his temple, feeling his pulse throbbing beneath his fingertips. “Kyoko. Can you verify what Toko has said?” He asks, exasperated, and Kirigiri actually seems to startle a bit, head snapping to look at him.

“...I can’t.” She says, after a pause. “Because she did not enter the bathroom at that time, or else I would have noticed it.”

She remains fixated on him for a moment longer, before turning away. Belatedly, he suddenly realizes this was the second time he’s caught her off guard. The first time was when he pointed out the fact that access to information on Genocider Syo was limited.

He doesn’t have the luxury to dwell on that though. “So, that means that either you, or Toko, is lying about their whereabouts during this time.” He sighs. “For now, we need to identify which one of you both is deceiving us.”

Both are equally suspicious. Kirigiri has been mysterious, even more so than usual, and purposefully vague about her activities. And he didn’t trust Fukawa at all to start with, but she was also clumsy and awkward. It was hard to imagine her being able to plan everything ahead to this degree, from planting the evidence, to staging the actual murder…

“Wait. Something’s not right.” Makoto says suddenly, and his voice is clear and contemplative, his chin tucked over his knuckle. “If Toko fainted before she actually washed her hands, then how come her hands are clean? Remember, when we first met Syo, she showed us that her hands were totally free of blood.”

“I-I-!” She squawks, indignant, but she can’t seem to formulate a reply for a few moments. “M-maybe Syo washed my h-hands or s-something, I don’t know! S-she’s the one that k-kills people, so o-of course she would h-hide her tracks!”

“But, again, the sinks of the boy’s bathroom were all dry.” Makoto points out, and Fukawa sputters some more. “And…”

He pauses, and his head dips for a moment, enough for a shadow to cast over his face. “Toko. How did you know that Chihiro is dead?”

Byakuya figures it out a half-step after him, and silently kicks himself for not picking up on it earlier. And the others pick up on it as well, and the atmosphere turns dark, thick with unease and suspicion. Same as the elevator ride down, but this time, directed at Fukawa.

She’s gaping like a fish. She turns left and right, shuffling slightly. The rails of the stand stand tall and straight like the bars of a cage. “I-that’s-the portraits!” She yelps, and jabs out a pale hand in Byakuya’s direction. “Ch-Chihiro’s portrait, i-it’s crossed out! Th-that means s-she’s dead, so-”

“He’s dead.” Byakuya corrects sharply, and glares so fiercely the confused question that Fukawa was preparing simply vanishes. “But the fact that you weren’t aware of that means that Chihiro never came to speak with you about it. When he already discussed the matter with the rest of us.”

“I-that doesn’t m-mean I k-killed he-him!”

“Maybe that doesn’t implicate you,” Kirigiri concedes. “But earlier, you said ‘strung Chihiro up’. How were you aware of what the crime scene looked like?”

Fukawa squeaks, and smacks her hands to her mouth, as if she can retroactively shove the words back. “Th-that- i-isn’t that like S-Syo’s habits? S-so o-of course I would a-assume-”

“Syo said the crime scene doesn’t match what she does.” Makoto interjects. “All her victims are pinned by her scissors. Like you said, Chihiro was crucified using a cord.”

“I-”

“The time period doesn’t make sense. If we assume that Kyoko is being truthful - why did it take so long for Syo to wake up, in the time between you fainting and Chihiro being found?” Byakuya stares at her icily, and she squirms and shudders beneath his gaze. “You woke up awfully quick just now. For someone accusing us of labeling you a liar, you don’t seem inclined to tell the truth about anything, do you?”

His words drip with vitriol and acid, and Fukawa digs her fingers into her scalp and stamps her foot and screams, a long, strangled noise of frustration and anger. It’s a piercing sound, sharp enough to make Byakuya flinch, and it echoes for a moment up to the high ceiling of the chamber. And then everyone is silent as she catches her breath, hands pulling slowly away from her thoroughly disheveled hair.

“Fine,” She spits, and somehow, her voice is steadier than he’s ever heard it. “I hung up Chihiro. A-and I framed Byakuya for it.”

The confession sounds almost giddy with how breathless she is, but maybe Byakuya was imagining it. After a moment’s pause for people to register what she said, there’s no small amount of shock.

“You- you did?!” Yamada, standing directly next to Fukawa, cows as far away as the stand will let him. “Wha- but you seemed so…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, but the implication of the word ‘harmless’ hangs in the air. “Yes, I did.” She snaps back savagely. “I-it was easy. H-he’s so small, a-and I knew B-Byakuya would be l-looking for s-stuff on Syo…and, t-the extension cord…”

Byakuya suddenly remembers, then. How she had stumbled as she left the library, foot smashing through some box and getting tangled in its contents. And how he hadn’t paid any mind to it, already too preoccupied with his own survival to care.

“How did you manage it without turning into Syo?” Kirigiri asks, and Fukawa’s face twists. It's only as she turns her head, and Byakuya notices the subtle glint of her bared teeth, that he realizes that she’s grinning.

“He had been i-ignoring me f-for so long…I was w-working so hard. T-to be normal and good. S-so he would l-look at me…” It’s not hard to figure out who she was referring to by ‘he’. Byakuya feels eyes on him once more. But his attention is turned to her raised forearm, exposed by the sleeve drooping around her elbow from how her hands are clutching at her scalp, and the strip of white that is almost imperceptible against her already pale skin. “I-I thought if I could - I could g-get over it, I could prove th-that I could be normal, then…”

She trails off, energy quickly depleted. “So, you had been training to not immediately faint at the sight of blood.” Kirigiri concludes, and Fukawa nods once, jerkily.

“Wait, so you did all that just because he ignored you?” Hagakure asks, mouth agape.

“Yes!” She shrieks vehemently, so sharp and sudden that Byakuya nearly jumps. “You don’t get it! None of you g-get it! I-I can stand it i-if he was mean to me, o-or if he h-hated me, but- it’s the worst when h-he acts like I’m n-not even there!”

Her voice breaks, and for a long moment the only sound in the room is her quiet sobs. To some degree - and Byakuya is furious with himself for even thinking this - he understands why she might behave this way. Clearly, she had been abused, and likely neglected, and this manifested into the extreme, self-demeaning, aggressive behavior she displayed now. Her actions had a twisted logic. She herself was pitiable.

But just because he understood, did not mean he had to accept it.

“Well, you have my full attention now.” He says coldly. “Congratulations. Why don’t you try and keep that attention by telling us what we all want to know?”

“Yeah, how about you tell us how Chihiro died?” It takes Byakuya a moment to place that the question came from Owada, who had been mostly quiet for a while now. He’s not blazing with fury anymore, but there’s an edge in his voice now that Byakuya can’t read. “I don’t give a shit about your fucking crush. I want to know how you killed Chihiro.”

Fukawa tilts her head in thought, and the action is somehow reminiscent of Syo. “B-but, I didn’t kill Chihiro?” She says, and she sounds almost innocent. “I-I just found the b-body…I-I think if I d-did kill him th-then Syo w-would have woken up r-right away.”

As if anticipating it, Kirigiri raises her hands, as if trying to stop the rush of questions and shocked exclamations from the others. It’s no use though, as Owada bellows: “Like hell we’re believing that!”

“Guys, the time limit-!” Makoto has to shout above the din. At that, Byakuya glances at the clock hanging over Monokuma’s chair, the flashing red digits initiating a countdown. How long had it been already? How much time was left? There was no way for him to tell. He’d totally forgotten about it. “Just. Toko, can you tell us how you found the body? Please?”

“W-why should I?” Byakuya feels his jaw physically creak with how hard he’s grinding his teeth. It seemed that in the time Fukawa spent unconscious, she had absorbed the worst aspects of Syo’s personality.

“We may all perish if you don’t.” Sakura points out, a low threat in her voice.

“I-I don’t care.”

Byakuya thinks he might scream. “Why?! What else do you have left to lose?” He demands, and his voice rasps slightly, throat sore from how much he’d been talking. “We know what you’ve done already. You’ve already revealed everything about me. What else do you want?!”

And she giggles, a breathless, insane sound. “I-I don’t c-care what happens t-to me,” She sings. “I hate you. I h-hate everyone here. I kn-know I-I’m gonna get t-targeted no matter w-what I do, b-because you all th-think I’m so horrible…so I should h-hit back f-first, right?” She wobbles, hands knotted in her hair again. “B-but I hate you the most. I-I wanted y-you to know how you made me feel, even j-just a little.”

Even without seeing her face, he can sense her malice, thick and unpleasant like the smell of rot. He hasn’t been the target of such blatant contempt in years, and the complete hostility that she radiates makes him feel a little unsteady.

“Fine. We will figure out the details ourselves. You’ve given us enough clues already.” Kirigiri replies coolly. “Unfortunately for you, only one person will be dying after this trial.”

He’s not sure how she can be so confident about that. The pounding in his head is getting worse, and as his eyes slip closed, he finds he’s not even sure where to start with everything; after all this, they were still not any closer to a definite conclusion. All they had done so far was run blindly around each other, getting lured to dead-ends and circles.

Through the low throb of pain in his skull, he can just barely make out the sound of quiet muttering fromMakoto’s direction. If he opened his eyes, he might have seen the other boy tapping his foot, resting his chin in his hand as he thinks. And if he could have seen, he might have noticed how Makoto’s eyes were darting, drawing invisible lines between fixed points in his mind.

“The place where Chihiro died. And Toko found the body. That’s what we need to figure out,” He says aloud, slowly. “I don’t think Chihiro died on the second floor. There’s no place with enough blood that could justify it, or enough evidence of a clean-up to suggest that it happened there. Even in the hallway where the body was found, the only blood there was against the wall from where Chihiro was crucified. There’s no splatter to match the method of death.”

“Yeah, but there’s no place on the first floor to suggest that Chihiro died there, either.” Asahina points out.

“No, there is one room. There was no blood there, but there was evidence that it was cleaned recently.” Even as he says this, Owada is beginning to gasp, ‘Wait-’, but he continues. “And, it’s somewhere someone got injured recently, so any blood that was missed can be explained away.”

He turns to the pale, silent figure of Kiyotaka Ishimaru, as still and unobtrusive as a ghost. “Taka. Can you please tell us what happened?”

___

Of course, Mondo blocks him before Taka can even respond.

“How dare you.” His voice is a low rumble, and he somehow looks angrier than Makoto has ever seen him. He can practically hear the creak of wood where Mondo was gripping the bannister, knuckles white and bulging. “What the fuck are you trying to pull, Makoto? What the fuck are you trying to say?!”

Makoto swallows, his heart feeling like it’s about to pop out of his chest. He’s seen Mondo both at his most violent moments, and at his kindest ones, his face softening with sympathy as he was listening to Chihiro, the hearty reassurance and gentle clap on the back he had offered to them both. But now Mondo looked like he might actually kill him, and would make it hurt while it happened.

But despite that, he presses on. “I know you said that a trophy fell on Taka’s head, and that’s how you found him. When I went to look at the trophy room, the floor was still wet, and it was clean - like, really clean. And I assumed it was because you went back and cleaned it up after Taka got injured, but looking back, that doesn’t make sense.” He glances briefly at Kyoko, who merely closes her eyes in silent assent. “If your friend had a concussion, wouldn’t you stay by his side?”

Mondo’s face pulls into a snarl, a vein bulging at his temple. “So what if I went back and cleaned it up? Maybe Taka wanted to rest alone. What the hell does that matter?”

“No, I think it does matter. You don’t act like it, but you’re really nice, Mondo. When you were talking with me and Chihiro, and told us about your bro-”

He cuts himself off for a moment, suddenly hesitant. He’s already revealed Byakuya’s secret. He didn’t want to have to reveal Mondo’s as well, even now. He didn’t want to betray anyone else, but-

He already hates me for what I’m doing. He thinks to himself. Whether he reveals Mondo’s secret now or not, he knows that no matter what, he was going to be hated; there was no chance at the friendly ribbing and pleasant exchanges they had in the past. But even despite that, he finds himself unwilling to form the words on his tongue.

He needn’t have bothered though. Kyoko is the one who speaks up in his stead. “There’s no point in hiding the fact that you care deeply for Taka. We all remember the display of friendship the two of you put on the other day after spending weeks at each other’s throats. And as someone who’s familiar with violence, I imagine you’re also familiar with basic first aid; so why would you abandon someone with a head injury to clean up the other room?”

Mondo glares at her furiously, but there’s sweat beading on his forehead now. “You-you meddling bitch, what the fuck are you-?!”

“Please don’t misunderstand. I’m not trying to accuse you of anything.” She sighs. Makoto thinks she looks a little haggard, with dark rings of exhaustion under her eyes, and wonders when the last time she slept was. Despite that, her eyes are still sharp, and meet Mondo’s glower with a cool stare. “But, since we are missing out on Toko’s testimony, I think we should have our last witness speak for himself.”

And before she had even finished her sentence, Taka was opening his mouth.

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a test of endurance

i got an ask that inspired me and went a little insane. So more Furina content! this is actually a little more of a personal piece too (haha put too much of my experience in the fic, whhhhhoops) but i hope its something other people can also indentify with!

no explicit ships but my bias is... visible.

obligatory disclaimer; this is a sfw tickle fic meant to be consumed by all ages, nothing nsfw is intended or implied o7 - also, more heavy Fontaine 4.2 spoilers, would reccomend having completed the Archon Quests up to the end of 4.2 & potentially Furina's personal quest before reading.

It was the 40th year into her godhood when the concept was introduced to her for the first time.

It was around 10:14 in the morning. She had finished her cake, and stood before her usual mirror as the tailor came in. While most of her wardrobe had been premade designs up to this point, the Archon wanted – and deserved, of course – the latest in fashion, tailor-made to her tastes. Hence the commission. 

“You’re early,” She’d chirped brightly. And the woman, chuckling, nodded, giving an awkward little bow around the massive bag she carried.

“Of course, I wasn’t going to risk being late for our esteemed Lady of Justice!”

“Very good! Early is on time, as they say! I actually value punctuality quite a bit, you know.”

“Then I am glad to be of full service to my Archon. Shall we?”

With all other staff quickly shooed from the room, Furina stripped down to her base layer – a simple undershirt and underwear – and stood more than a little awkwardly before the mirror, very suddenly hesitant to have another person see the closest thing to her truest self. She cast the tailor a look, smiling nervously.

“... Ahh… Are you quite sure we couldn’t have done this with the clothes on?”

“Please, Lady Furina, be at ease! We’re just taking measurements – wouldn’t be able to do that accurately with all the layers in the way. I promise not to judge you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“No – no, not at all! Forgive me, I’m just… Unused to this, is all.”

She watched in the mirror as the tailor procured a measuring tape from her oversized bag of wonders, approaching her from behind and offering a comforting pat on the shoulder and smile.

“I understand. It can’t be too often that a mortal personally measures an Archon! Just relax – it shouldn’t take long at all. Hold your arms out like this, would you?”

Furina mimicked her T-pose, staring at herself incredulously in the mirror, and the tailor chuckled at her expression, starting with measuring her height. And, to her credit, Furina found herself at ease as the woman made small talk about a recent court case they’d both sat in on.

It went south when the measuring tape was wrapped around her waist, and the tailor pressed her thumb a little too sharply into Furina’s side, sending an utter jolt up through her entire body that caused her arms to fly down and undignified squawk to leave her lips.

“Ah… My apologies, Lady Furina, did I hurt you?”

“N-no! I don’t… Think so?” The sensation certainly hadn’t been pain, but it wasn’t necessarily pleasurable, either – so… “What… Was that?”

She slowly lifted her arms, and the tailor tilted her head. She seemed to weigh something in her mind before giving the Archon’s side another experimental pinch, making her fold slightly with yet another jarring noise.

“Aie! S - stop that!”

“I see… Please forgive me, Lady Furina, I didn’t know you were ticklish.”

11:04, in the springtime of her 40th year. The first time the word hit her ears. The first time it made her gut fizzle and her face heat up, puzzling her to no end.

“... Ticklish? What… What is that?” 

“Oh, I suppose it would be foreign to an Archon, huh…” The tailor blinked, then laughed softly, pulling her hands back so that Furina could relax; “It’s described as a sensation between pleasure and pain. Usually, people use it as a bonding method when they’re rough-housing. Most people dislike it, though.”

“... Oh.”

That… Really explained very little, if she was honest, but she felt embarrassed enough without reopening that can of worms. Besides, she was much more preoccupied with the tailor lifting her measuring tape to pick up where they left off. Just the possibility made her reflexively clamp her arms down again, her face burning, and the tailor laughed.

“Rest assured, Lady Furina, I’ll be more careful this time! It won’t happen again.”

“R-right… On with it, then…”

She managed to pull her arms back up again, and though she flinched preemptively as the tape went around her waist, the expected sensation never came, and the rest of their business went on as normal.

Yet, as the door closed behind the tailor, Furina grappled with a sense of disappointment and confusion, glancing back at herself in the mirror for an answer that didn’t come.

-

It was 2:45 pm on her 234th year. She was in the secret study, books scattered around her, and her nose buried in a dictionary, of all things.

It was possible, perhaps, that a solution could be found even in such an unlikely place. Desperation and futility drove her to search in odder and odder forms for even a sliver of hope – though, admittedly, by now she’d allowed herself to get distracted learning several words she’d never heard before, saying them out loud to herself and trying to find ways to work them into everyday vocabulary.

And that was when she flipped the page and saw it.

tickle verb tick·​le ˈti-kəl  tickled; tickling ˈti-k(ə-)liŋ  1: to touch (a body part, a person, etc.) lightly so as to excite the surface nerves and cause uneasiness, laughter, or spasmodic movements 2: to excite or stir up agreeably; to provoke to laughter or merriment  they were tickled by the clown's antics. 3: to touch or stir gently a pianist tickling the ivories.

Of course, all variations of the word were there, and Furina felt her heart stop for a solid moment, fixated on the page. She didn’t quite understand why even reading the definition of the word made her stomach do flustering, wanting flips, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away.

The blood rushing in her ears must’ve deafened her, too, because she didn’t notice her assistant in the room until he hesitantly tapped her shoulder, making her jump and slam the book shut, her face flushed and burning with embarrassment as she whipped to face him.

“What?! What! Have you forgotten how to knock?!”

“I-I did, Lady Furina, multiple times! I spoke your name, too, but to no response! Forgive me for startling you, it was not my intention!”

She released a soft breath at the man’s terrified and apologetic look, pausing to rub her temples and gather her wits.

“I… See. I apologize for snapping at you. Any updates?”

“N-no, Lady Furina. I just came to tell you that the teams are turning in for the day. The search was fruitless again.”

“Understood. Thank you for keeping me in the loop.”

The man gave a terse nod, and Furina watched him go for a moment before speaking up again, making him freeze.

“By the by… How much did you see?”

“... I saw nothing, Lady Furina.”

“Good. You’re dismissed!”

His shoulders slumped with relief, and he hurried out of the room. Furina waited until she heard the door close down the hall before she slumped down herself, with defeat and exhaustion rather than relief.

She really had to get the idea out of her head.

–

It was 5:45 in the evening, in the winter of her 300th year exactly, when she weighed her options.

Sitting on Neuvilette’s desk, today, she flipped through old case files with him, hardly focused on the words on the page – she knew the damned things by heart at this point, anyway, and she was sure he did too. This was all routine, and all they were really supposed to do was look at the dates and decide which cases could he safely archived and vaulted, and which should stay accessible. Yet, it had been a fun trip down memory lane for the both of them, recalling absurdities and tragedies during the court cases that brought them nostalgia.

The Iudex was the closest thing Furina had to a friend, in her opinion. He was a rock that she could cling to, for better or worse, which made the lying she had to do sting so much more… She could only hope moments like this more than made up for it.

Which brought her to her current internal struggle.

The concept of tickling had been weighing on her mind again. More than once, when these moods struck her, she had tried tickling herself, using makeup brushes and fallen feathers from various accessories to scratch the itch, as it were – yet, if anything, she only grew itchier.

She had profited, relatively recently, from a one-on-one with one of her nation’s independent researchers, when they requested an audience. It just so happened that they had a little interest in the topic on a scientific level, and were more than happy to share details with their curious Archon – confirming, among many other things, that she could not do it to herself.

A pity. But a truth that now led her to her conundrum; would it be weird to get Neuvillette to do it?

Furina thought they were close. It should be fine. And yet – what if he thought less of her for being curious, or, Celestia forbid, liking it? He would never tell the people, but if he ended up disgusted, she would never be able to look him in the eye again.

Yet, on the other hand… He was always tolerant of her drama and antics, and she’d certainly known him long enough to recognize when he was hiding a smile. Maybe he’d like it, too, and they’d have something more to bond over? Or, at the very least, he’d be tolerant and understanding of it.

“Lady Furina, are you quite alright? You’ve been staring at the same page for awhile.”

His voice cut through her thoughts and made her jump, blushing lightly as she side-eyed him. He wasn’t even looking at her, flipping a page in his own file while she cleared her throat and laughed, theatrical as ever.

“But of course! I was just reminiscing on all of these cases! It is great fun to revisit them, from time to time.”

“Hmm.”

He seemed content enough with that answer. Furina stared at him for a moment, her smile falling as she returned to her quandary for the briefest of moments – and decided to commit, stretching her arms up over her head with a dramatic groan.

“Ugh, but sitting here for so long makes one so stiff!”

“You’re welcome to walk around the office to stretch your limbs for a moment, if you’d like.”

Still, Neuvillette hadn’t looked up, and she dropped her arms, swallowing a sigh. She kicked her legs for a moment, looking around for some other way to hint him towards what she wanted. Her gaze settled on the stack of closed files across the desk from her, just barely out of reach, and she smiled, snapping her current case shut and reaching across the desk before him, grunting theatrically with the effort of her stretch.

Neuvillette, finally, looked up from the page – and sighed, taking the file from Furina’s hand and adding it to the pile for her.

“If you need help, just say so.”

“Oh… Thanks…”

She drew her hand back into herself and wilted a bit, the disappointment eating at her. Neuvillette stared at her for a moment before humming, shutting his own file.

“Is… Something wrong?”

“Ah – n-no, no! Nothing at all!”

Furina forced a smile, perking herself back up stiffly, and Neuvillette tilted his head a little, his own expression carefully neutral.

“Are you sure? If there’s anything I can do, you need only ask.”

She felt heat rush to her face at the simple notion of verbalizing her request. Somehow, the idea made her throat feel tight, and the flight instinct kicked in as she hopped off the desk, shaking her head.

“No no no! There’s nothing wrong, I’m just… Hungry! Are you hungry? I’ll fetch us a cake, and we can take a break! Be right back!”

Leaving no room for Neuvillette to get a word in edgewise, she turned and hurried out the room, her cheeks hot and heart hammering.

Neuvillette, for his part, simply watched her go with a faint smile and a sigh, shaking his head. 

“One day…”

–

Why are her nails so long.

It was 1:13 pm in the early spring of her 499th year when she met with Arlecchino for their usual tea, and the first time that she had noticed the Harbinger’s – let’s face it, claws – practically pierced through her gloves. 

Furina shoveled cake into her mouth, already fuelled by nervousness, but the nails drumming against the surface of the table across from her only added new butterflies to the mix. Arlecchino prattled on about something or another, but Furina had long since stopped listening, plagued by unbidden fantasies.

For example, feeling those nails scratching ruthlessly at her underarms. Or having her blouse unbuttoned so that they could trace the expanse of her stomach uninhibited. Or having her leg be seized and the back of her knee tormented by the spidering claws. Or –

“ – Don’t you think so, Lady Furina?”

“... Huh?”

She blinked, her face flushing as she realized she hadn’t been listening at all. Arlecchino sighed, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.

“Honestly, you’re more distracted than usual, today. What are you so hung up on?”

“A-aaahhh, nothing! Nothing at all,” She giggled nervously, trying and failing to recover from the blunder; “I’m just… Still excited! For the magic show tonight!”

“Ah… Well, it does give me heart to hear that my children have the Archon’s attention. I hope their wellbeing has her heart, too.”

Arlecchino’s motivated stare made Furina stiffen, and she offered a tight-lipped smile, nodding furtively.

“Of course, of course! The wellbeing of my people is always my priority. That being said, I think we should call it here, so I have time to get ready.”

“As you wish. It’s been a pleasure, as always.”

They shared a tense nod, and Furina stood up first, stiffly walking out of the room as Arlecchino’s nails haunted her thoughts on the way out.

I’m going to go insane.

–

“What time is it?”

“Hmm… 9:52, I think.”

“Okay… Okay.”

It was 9:52 pm in the early autumn of her 500th year when it finally, finally happened.

“You remember the rules?”

“Ugh… Yes.”

“And you remember the safewords?”

“Dendro, Geo, Pyro.”

“Good girl. Are you ready?”

In her bed, in her humble apartment, Furina was no longer an Archon, and Navia was no longer her enemy; rather, the young woman straddled her waist all-too-comfortably, keeping Furina’s body pinned to the bed. The ex-primadonna herself grasped the headboard desperately to keep herself under control, her skin already buzzing with anticipation.

“Oh my god, yes, just do it already!”

“Ask nicely…”

“Navia!”

Navia laughed, endlessly amused by how flustered and on edge Furina was, and finally lifted her hands, forming claws with her fingers. She feinted a lunge, and Furina flinched, but kept her arms up, her knuckles going white as her arms shook and she whined.

“C-come onnn, haven’t I already waited long enough?!”

“Okay, okay… You’re right.”

Sticking out her tongue, Navia lunged again – but, this time, she grasped Furina’s sides and squeezed repeatedly, and Furina practically shrieked, her arms already flying down to uselessly clamp over her assailants hands.

“Oh, you’ve already lost,” Navia tutted, anything but disappointed; “Guess that means you have to take the punishment.”

“Khheehee – you’re so meheehee – mehEHEAAN TO ME!”

Furina cackled, throwing her head back and kicking uselessly as Navia slipped her hands under her nightshirt and scribbled across her skin with her own manicured nails, giggling right along.

“I know. And you love it.”

And, of course, Navia was right; she really did.

The wait was worth it.

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X-Files Collector's Edition: Fics That Deserve More Comments (Part I)

There isn't enough recognition for these fics in my opinion-- and that's a shame and must be rectified! SO-- I'm pushing this list out ASAP, without the usual aplomb and probably half-cocked; but it's the final results that count~. (At least that's what I tell myself.)

**Note**: All of these will be in a more detailed list in future.

**Note Again**: I got too tired to thoroughly finish it all professionally; but I decided to hit publish anyway. Have fun reading~.

**Note the 3rd**: This is probably littered with typos-- will ghost edit later. >:))))

Very loose chronological order below~

@txcb1013/charvill1981's

Paths Most Dangerous

AU-- Pre-S1 Captain Scully is warned by his old mate about Scully's new job, both men realizing it has to do with the Piper Maru submarine.  

Save by the Sight of Her

Pusher Mulder observes Scully's hurt, betrayal, and quick wit with a gun to her face; but she still keeps him guessing.

The Longest Summer

Post IWTB Mulder had tried to garden himself out of depression. Scully takes some plants with her, hoping that some space will help him heal while not letting him hide out at home forever.

Role of a Lifetime - Chapter 3

AU-- Post IWTB Scully disappeared; and Mulder finds someone he believes to be her five years later. All is not sunshine and roses, with her slowly repelling the life she used to live. This chapter explores Mulder's heartbreak and her explanation-- it's not him she's rejecting, but her own fears of herself.

Rainy Day

Pre-S10 Scully returns, telling Mulder her cancer has returned. He then surprises her twice: by fainting dead away, and proposing immediately after.

Jo_B's

Anterograde

Deep Throat Mulder is deeply shocked and grateful at how capable, empathetic, and understanding Scully is after his rescue.

holocene 

Post Redux II Mulder crashes at his apartment as reality sinks in: in just 24 hours, Scully will be energetically packing her bag and going back home.

@agentmulderrp's

Unnamed

Squeeze Mulder is glad that Scully stuck around.

Unnamed

Irresistible Mulder regrets that he hadn't arrived sooner, realizing Scully's "I'm fine" is code for anything but.

Unnamed

Per Manum Mulder is so shocked at Scully's request that he gets a pencil bop to the face. (Set right after he and Scully started dating.)

That WALKERKid's

These selfish wants of mine 

Post One Breath Mulder breaks into his office and tears it apart.

No matter how it happened, I do love you

S8 Mulder massages Scully's feet aches, in awe over his baby's foot outline and "UFO’s, road trips and mummy and daddy being in love".

Of all the things this unremarkable house has seen

Pre-S10 Mulder jogs along, depressed and thinking he'll never be forgiven. Scully calls, trying to veil her concern.  

The questions we don't ask each other

S10 Mulder asks a Magic 8 ball if Scully will ever forgive him; and receives no clear answer.

pir8grl 's This Time

Mulder and Scully trade gentle touches, having escaped death this time.

AlineLovelace's Jericho

AU Scully's body has vanished; but her ghost keeps trying to get Mulder-- who haunts her 'grave'-- to move on with life.

forgottenwords's

Scar Tissue

S3 Scully contemplates her and Mulder's scars.   

Wagers

Mulder is mortified over Skinner's personal inquiry of his 'relationship.' Scully is mortified the FBI bet is in the thousands.

adamstanheight's hindsight is twenty-twenty

Monday Skinner is dry-mouthed and horrified as his two agents blow up in the bank, the guilt over his actions in S. R. 819 coming home to roost.

@i-turn-to-stare/iturntostare's An Early Morning, Late Start

Pre-Je Souhaite Mulder and Scully are late to the office that morning, but the only person who seems to mind is an increasingly panicked Kim Cook.

soulgyrl's

The Need To Know or Mulder's Dilemma

Post Three Words Mulder drops in to TLGs, trying to probe them for information; and after a mild conversations, he knows.

Mother Never Told me There'd Be Days Like This

AU-- Pre-Essence Mulder and Scully are on an undercover mission in Target, fruitlessly trying to corral a perpetrator with Doggett and Monica in a comedy of errors. Mulder ends up dragging Scully, and they both just settle for a night in with popcorn.

ophelia_interrupted's (Ao3) Consortium Downsizing (Ao3)

Crack-- The Consortium hate their accountant but still need him to balance their budget. They're completely broke, though, so they force the US to buy cookies.

@ladymegg/LadyMeg's

A Sprinkle of Stardust/Remembered Promises

Mulder and Scully are scared to death in a haunted house; but end their night with a date set.

Realised Desires (Part 2 of Remembered Promises)

Mulder finally swipes Scully's planner and schedules in their date for that evening-- for a breaking and entering... or not.

Leaving the Years Behind  

Scully has whined many a time through the years, and Mulder has quietly hustled after her, teasing and doting with lunches and nap times.

piece_of_the_stars's snow day

Mulder and Scully are up late-early, calling each other and reminiscing over Samantha and her snowman Kevin. Mulder offers to introduce Kev to Scully the next day.

missing piece

TINH Scully always thought she'd find Mulder alive or die first-- now she can no longer live in denial and must be ripped open.

liveonthesun's Now She Has No Choice

S8 ISTJ understands Mulder's goldfish while dreaming of him and processing her anger at his absence.

CaptainLyssa's

Mrs. Spooky Mulder - CaptainLyssa - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Scully is fuming-- a conference full of agents are convinced she and Mulder are dating, and his antics do not help at all. Finally, she just lets them say whatever they want; but her vomiting from a stress headache do not help matters. (I end ~Chapter 5... dunno why.)

Casper, Wyoming. - CaptainLyssa - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Post IWTB Mulder moves he and Scully to Casper, Wyoming; and she is furious when she realizes Will lives here as well. He didn't know, all is forgiven, and they end up adopting their own son at last.

Shopping - CaptainLyssa - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

AU Psychic Family-- Scully and her children are observed by a stranger, who can't quite puzzle how her whole family seem to be psychic... but that's ridiculous, isn't it?

Eating Out - CaptainLyssa - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

AU Psychic Family-- Mulder, Scully, and their precocious children are trying to retain a shred of normalcy while having a nice family outing.

simpletumbleweedfarmer's As Long As You're Right Here - simpletumbleweedfarmer - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Requiem Scully as a dream that Mulder had been taken, and cries it out in his motel room. It's, of course, realized soon after.

todaymyheartleapt's Swiss Omega - todaymyheartleapt - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Pre-Vienen Scully wore Mulder's watch while he was gone.

sisterspooky's The Artist Currently Known As Fox Mulder - sisterspooky (Livylovestabler) - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Revival Mulder is happy that he and Scully are in sync, singing a song until she catches on and strikes a deal.

@suitablyaggrieved/ScullyLovesQueequeg's

Day 17 - This Is Going To Hurt - ScullyLovesQueequeg - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Mulder is shot on the job; but he convinces his superiors-- and Scully-- to let him go back and continue to talk down the suspect.

Something's Gotta Give - ScullyLovesQueequeg - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Scully is swamped with Valentine's Day chocolates. Mulder descends into jealousy, stealing her candy here and there.

7. You’ve gone to the bathroom fifty times today.... - Post Tenebras Lux (tumblr.com) Ao3 Day 2 - You've Gone to The Bathroom 50 Times Today - Chapter 1 - ScullyLovesQueequeg - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Post Never Again Mulder can't help but notice that Scully keeps running off to the bathroom, finally following her in and carefully asking her questions. Scully negates his suspicions, telling him her own.

Funeral For A Friend - ScullyLovesQueequeg - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]  

AU-- Gethsemane Mulder died. Scully attended his funeral.

The Reticulan Roadhouse - ScullyLovesQueequeg - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Post Dreamland II Mulder and Scully eat at the Reticulan Roadhouse, neither of them acknowledging its date-ness even when Mulder gifts his partner a pair of beautiful earrings.

Avoidable Feast - ScullyLovesQueequeg - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Mulder and Scully are dating, and the two's lack of communication almost costs them the first Thanksgiving they wanted to celebrate together.

Day 20 - There's Nothing Wrong With You - ScullyLovesQueequeg - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Scully is surprised that, while melodramatic, Mulder is actually sick; and lures her boyfriend over with a clean house.

Holiday Apologies - ScullyLovesQueequeg - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Post IWTB Mulder slowly readjusts to family holidays, visibly slipping into depression. Bill observes him; and buries the hatchet.

thespookyvariation's Letters - Chapter 1 - thespookyvariation - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Post S9 Mulder and Scully read the letters each other had written during their darkest days-- his loss during her abduction and her fear during her cancer.

Enjoy!

[jewwyfeesh]

Diffuse Reflection - 1

Writer: Mitsuki

Character(s): Morisawa Chiaki, Tomoe Hiyori, Sazanami Jun, Shiratori Aira, Ayase Mayoi, Kazehaya Tatsumi

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Jun: Important things? What important things? What kinda important things, Tatsumi-senpai?

[ ♪ ]

Season: Summer

Location: Seishou Hall Kitchens

[In the middle of September…]

Aira: Uwaah… We’re gonna be late, we’re gonna be late!! Mayoi-senpai, where did you go this time… Didn’t we agree on going to school together? Please come out~

Mayoi: I- I was always right behind you, Aira-san… Your bag wasn’t buttoned properly, and things kept falling out. But, there’s nothing for you to worry about. I’ve secured it for you, see…!

Aira: Oh! Thank you, Mayoi-senpai! You’re the best! I Love ♪

Though errr… speaking of which, did you see Hiiro-kun anywhere? I thought he’d be here, already waiting for us. He didn’t sleep through his alarm, did he?

Tatsumi: Hiiro-kun is on student duty today, so he went ahead first. Before he left, he asked that I pass the message on to you both.

Aira: Oh, that’s right… I vaguely remember him telling me about it yesterda— Ah— T-T-Tattsun-senpai…!

Tatsumi: Mhm, that’s me ♪ Good morning, Aira-san, Mayoi-san.

Mayoi: Aah, g-good morning, T-T-T-T-T-Tatsumi-saaaaan…!

Aira: (whispering) Mayo-senpai, you’re too nervous; if you continue talking like this Tattsun-senpai will get worried!

Mayoi: (whispering) I-I-I… I’m really sorry! P-please forgive me… uuuu…

Aira: E-erm… The… Tattsun-senpai, did you sleep well last night? Dunno, it kinda feels like you’re extra cool today, haha…

Tatsumi: Why, thank you, Aira-san. You’re full of energy yourself. Last night, I slept unexpectedly well, so I ended up getting out of bed a little later than usual. Currently, I plan on making some breakfast.

Aira: Then let me help! Tattsun-senpai, what would you like to eat?

Mayoi: Th-then… I want to help too, Tatsumi-san! I’m willing to do anything…!

Tatsumi: Haha, I really appreciate the sentiment, thank you. However, the both of you are going to be late for school. Is that really okay?

Aira: —UWAHHHH!??? I’m so so so sorry Tattsun-senpai! I’ll wake up earlier tomorrow to help, promise!

Mayoi: Eh? Aira-san…? Please wait for me toooooooooo…!!!

Tatsumi: Haha, they sure do run fast. I had wanted to give them a proper greeting, but now I can only wave at the shadow of their retreating backs… I pray that you both have a wonderful day… Amen ♪

Mm, what should I make for breakfast? I don’t need to report to school today, so I find myself with lots of time on my hands. Maybe I could go for an extensive spread…

Oya? It’s you, Hiyori-san. Good morning.

Hiyori: (Stare~)

Tatsumi: You seem to be in a bad mood; did we disturb you? If that’s the case, please allow me to apologise on everyone’s behalf.

Hiyori: No no, none of that sort.

I just felt that the earlier scene was quite cute – the two kids really care for you, Tatsumi-kun~ Makes it look like you’re the junior that’s being doted on~ ♪

Tatsumi: Haha. Aira-san and Mayoi-san have been rather concerned for my wellbeing these two days – I’m not even sure what happened myself. On the contrary, their questioning feels like I’m being excessively pampered.

But… Well, as long as they’re happy, then I have no complaints.

Hiyori: Mhm, I’ve already sniffed it out! The scent of something absolutely fishy! Those two kids are definitely hiding something from you, Tatsumi-kun!

Jun: Oh! Tatsumi-senpai, Ohii-san, good morning! To meet Tatsumi-senpai as soon as I get out of bed… Lady Luck must be shinin’ down on me today ☆

Hiyori: Jun-kun! Tatsumi-kun and I were about to discuss some very important matters, but you decided to interrupt all of a sudden! What foul weather!

Jun: Important things? What important things? What kinda important things, Tatsumi-senpai?

Tatsumi: Haha. To be honest, they’re not that important. With that said, I actually would like to request for your assistance with something.

Jun: Nom nom nom… I’d never thought I’d have the chance to taste Tatsumi-senpai's cooking again in this life… It’s makin’ me feel kinda nostalgic… ♪

Hiyori: What’s with your face? You look so touched you’re about to cry. You’re sooooo dramatic, Jun-kun.

Back to the topic at hand, I’m really not surprised that Tatsumi-kun gets along well with his juniors. But… don’t you think it’s… somewhat abnormal if the juniors excessively dote on their seniors to that kind of extent?

Jun: …Eh? But the second I don’t show the slightest reaction in response, I’ll immediately get scolded by you, Ohii-san.

Hiyori: Isn’t being aware of my feelings at any given moment literally your duty? It wasn’t easy for me to increase the recognition of Jun-kun’s existence either!

Ah. The tea cup’s empty.

Jun: ……Kay, I got it~ I’ll pour, I’ll pour.

Tatsumi: Ahaha, the both of you have such a good relationship.

Location: STAR PRO office

[A few days ago, STAR PRO office]

Chiaki: Oh wow! Seems like it’s time for me to get on stage ☆ Next time, if you have to carry so much stuff, please call someone to help ya out Anzu.

Ooh, so they’re sample books for STAR PRO. I’m surprised they sent you to personally deliver them. Can I leave them over here?

Hm? You’re asking me what my plans are for later?

Ahh— Time passes so fast. I’ll probably drag my coworkers out for a simple lunch. Anzu, you haven’t eaten yet, right? Do you wanna go with—

You agreed so quickly!?

Because you have something you’d like to show me?

Location: Staff Dining Hall

Chiaki: Motor Show happened just a while back, but upon seeing these photos it really feels like it was eons ago… ♪

In addition to us Ryuseitai, has ALKALOID – who participated alongside us – received these commemorative booklets too? This organizer is really good… ☆

Oho? I wasn’t expecting to see a photo of myself on stage. At that point in time I was trying to sneak a peak of everyone. I was super duper worried back then – to the point where I couldn’t bear it.

But seeing how things are now, I do need to thank past-me.

I think, if a similar situation were to happen in the future, I’ll definitely extend a helping hand immediately. Not to mention, that’s what heroes would’ve done!

You want to thank me because the photo turned out well? Then, I should be thanking you for sneaking in, and looking particularly dashing while you’re doing it! Fuhahaha ☆

Speaking of which, Kazehaya looks pretty cool here. I’m guessing this photo was taken by you, Anzu?

I think we were talking about cars back then—

[ ☆ ]

Story Masterlist | Chapter 2 →

[fe-fictions]

Morning after with Diamant pls pls plssss

(Here it is here it is here it is!!!!)

It was no secret that Diamant was enamored with you. He accepted your proposal the second the words left your mouth, and you were wed officially as soon as th ewar was over. The event was grand and lavish, a much needed festive event that allowed for the catharsis of joy after a grueling war.

The Divine Dragon and the High Prince of Brodia, married together in a union that would be sung about for years to come.

For Diamant, though, he didn’t really care about all that. What he cared about was holding your hand beneath the banquet table, feeling the handsome ring on your finger as when he squeezed your hand, and the laughter that escaped your lips like tinkling bells whenever he so much as smiled at you.

He was terribly in love with you, and he couldn’t have been more proud, or happy, to call you his wife.

But what mattered most was when you were finally alone, after days and days of festivities.

The wedding had been a blur itself, and hte parties that followed the ceremony were delightful, but all of it flew by.

In the moment that you bore yourselves fully to one another, in the dim light of the late night….time slowed to a stop.

Diamant had never treated anyone with such care and gentleness before you. But he was determined to memorize every inch of your body, from each scar to each curl of your hair.

It was truly a wonderful feeling, to be adored and to adore someone. 

You were smiliarly focused on him; if you were honest, it was nigh on impossible to take your eyes off him.

But once you wtouched, and you were able to take in each other’s beauty, well…the rest of the night was history.

It wouldn’t be until late in the morning before one of you came to.

And unfortunately, that meant you were unceremoniously awoken by the ofirst one, your new husband.

Said husband, was currently peppering your face with kisses, leaning over you and definitely startling you awake.

“Uh…..Diamant? What are you doing?”

He laughed softly (for once), grinning down at you. “Good morning, Alear.”

“W-why are you kissing me in my sleep?”

“Well, you’re not asleep anymore, are you?”

“N-no, but that’s because you were kissing me!” You protested, flushed and rather shy at the realization it was your very naked husband who was showering you with affection, atop your very naked self.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to forgive me for that one- I was trying to just watch you sleep and let you rest, but….you were just so lovely, I couldn’t stop myself.”

“And now you’v e woken a perfectly content dragon from her sleep.” You huffed, reaching for his very handsome ears and pinching them.

“H-hey, ow! Sorry!” He laughed brightly, grasping your wrists, “Cut it out! I didn’t mean to, I swear!:

"You are such a child,” You shook your head, beaming at him. “You owe me for waking me up early. You should never disturb a lady’s rest.”

"Forgive me, my queen.” he managed to pry your hands away, kissing your fingertips in lieu of your rosy cheeks. “What would you ask of me to atone for my sins?”

“I would ask that you settle down and let me sleep a little longer. I’m still a little bit weary after the events of last night.”

“Oh, you mean-” He paused, and it was his turn to blush, if only a little, dustin!g pink across his nose. “I understand Is there anything I can do to alelviate any discomfort you might be feeling?”

“Why would I be uncomfortable?” You tilted your head to the side, and his cheeks seemed to darken a few shades.

“W-well, if you’re weary from last night, I’d assume I was…maybe, a little bit overzealous, s-so I thought you might need a massage or-”

“I wasn’t talking about the- not late last night, Dia! I meant the partying!” You cried out, covering your face with your hands out of sheer embarrassment. Diamant wanted to curl up and die, if only for a moment.

“I-I’m sorry! A lot happened yesterday, all right?! I couldn’t keep track of it all! I just remembered the really, really important parts-”

“And the most important part was that part?” You emphasized, meeting his expression with an embarrassed glare. Diamant was pale as a ghost, utterly ashamed of himself for making you feel so vulnerable and upset.

But then a moment skipped past, and the more he thought about it, the smile slowly returned to his face.

“Actually, if I’m honest…yeah.” He finally said, earning a pillow to the face. “Bwah! What the-”

“You can’t be serious. Of everything that happened, that’s what mattered most?” You shook your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Honestly Dia, that’s so-”

“Hear me out before you condemn me!” He laughed, “I mean it, that really was the most important! Because we were able to learn everything about each other, and really…really connect. It meant everything to me to be able to hold you and take care of you. To be one with my wife.” 

“That’s an awfully tender way of putting that…” You remained unconvinced, making him snicker. He took your hand up in his, resting it against his cheek as he peppered kisses along your palm.

“And I mean every word of it! You’re the only person who’s ever seen me like this, and the only woman who ever will. You know more about me than anybody else. That’s something that should be treasured, isn’t it? That you entrusted me with your body, and I entrusted you with mine?”

“W-well…I guess that’s a good point, isn’t it?” You looked away, the dark red of your bashfulness now giving way to a delicate dusting of pink. “I didn’t think of it like that. To be fair, I don’t know all that much about myself as it is. Telling you everything I do know, what little of it there is…it just seemed natural. I didn’t think it was all that important.”

“But it is!” He countered, drawing you close. “Not knowing anything about who you are puts you in a really vulnerable place. But you were still willing to trust me and open up in spite of that. You trusted me so much that you were willing to give your whole heart to me. And that’s really important to me.”

“It is?” You were captivated by how his eyes glimmered, utterly enraptured by how absolutely enraptured he looked in that moment. He held you closer and touched his lips to your forehead.

“It really is. At least, it is to me…and since you’re stuck with me forever, I hope that means something to you.”

“It certainly does,” You laughed softly, incredulous with your husband’s confession. He was passionate and dedicated in all things that he did. You never could have fathomed how deeply that would apply to you, too.

You curled into his chest, bearing down on your spirit in the sweetest of ways.

That morning was slow and warm, wrapped up in each other and refusing to move a single inch away.

It was the sweetest of your dreams.

[boba-beom]

⁺ ＋.　₊✿ . I like you not | S.JH

pairing: bsf!jake x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comedy, f2l | drabble

warning(s): non-idol!au, pet name (pretty, sweetheart), reader flirting, jake flirting, cheesy confessions, use of 'devil' as a metaphor, reader lowkey sulks, kiss on the cheek, not proofread, lowercase intended

summary: when you think you’ve fallen so hard for your best friend only to find out your best friend has fallen harder.

wc: 1.1k

a/n: this is extremely late but this is for @alohajun I hope you forgive me for not being around as much, but I'm still glad I managed to talk to you a few times before I ended up so busy :< this is my entry for the exchange event @kflixnet! it was fun talking about these things and I will for sure talk to you a little more in the future <3 I'm sorry this is short but I hope you like it nonetheless <3

you were a natural flirt, yes, but when it came to your best friend you struggled to find that 'natural' aspect and you're always wanting to one-up him. you found it easy to fluster someone just by a couple of words, an easy, "just as sweet as you" when asked how sweet you wanted your bubble tea, or a "you look really good today" paired with soft eyes and a gentle smile was enough to have people melting. where and who did you learn this from? jake sim. the mentioned best friend.

you can't out flirt him, it's just impossible at this point.

it shouldn't be something worth raking your head for, but you were competitive by nature. when hanging around with jake, you would observe his mannerisms, his supposedly called 'techniques' but it's just how he is. his raspy voice when he talks, the laughs that rumbles from his throat and the lip bites that makes it difficult for you to look away, all of this fuss when it's just a habit of his.

it's been a while since you last saw jake, and sometimes you thank that your families are just as close since that's how it all started. you have this on going joke but also a theory that your families have decided to grow closer as a way for you and jake to 'coincidentally' fall in love. however, that theory is slowly becoming a reality.

you don't want to admit it. nor will you. not yet anyway. you're just that stubborn.

speak of the devil, you see your best friend's plaid flannel outside your window approaching your front door. you run down to greet him. is it out of excitement? sure. was it because you wanted to try and fluster him today? yes, but he doesn't need to know that.

"jake!" you squeal. it's not too irregular compared to your usual greeting, he knows how eccentric you can be and he doesn't mind it at all.

"hey pretty, haven't seen you for a hot minute." the raspiness in his voice paired with his signature smirk never failed to have you folding internally. he greets you with a side hug, something he never does, but you let that pass your thoughts.

you make your way through the kitchen for him to greet your parents, respectful as he can be — that's why they love him so much, and the reason you've fallen for him a little more each time — before continuing to sit on the swing outside.

jake sits on the swing first, patting the cushioned space beside him while his feet are still on the ground to stop the swing from moving.

"so, update me. seeing anyone recently?" he stretches his arms, leaning it along the back of the swing once you're comfortably sitting crossed-legged.

"yeah, you." you wink at him without hesitating and you both burst out laughing.

"touché. but really, no one at all?"

"not really, no one compares if I'm being honest." if there's anyone you let your walls down around, it's jake. you don't know if he's ever assumed anything between the both of you, but it wouldn't hurt to push the agenda. "how about you? been thinking about anyone?"

it was momentarily silent, listening to the birds chirping from the trees around your garden and the faint laughter between both of your parents catching up in the kitchen.

"yeah, actually." he lets out a puff of breath through his nose as a small giggle to himself. you scan his face, attentive to the his top teeth biting on his lower lip, this time it's more him suppressing a the smile fighting against him. "all the time."

"well, I'm glad they make you happy. if you're happy then I'm happy too." you attempt to nonchalantly speak your mind, but not to sound passive aggressive in the slightest.

jake hums from your response, eyes still wandering around the garden. he exaggerates a stretch until his arm wraps around your waist, pulling a gasp out of you. he leans in and whispers by your ear.

"good, because you genuinely make so happy that no one compares." his voice lingers whilst you receive chills, unbeknownst whether it's from the slight wind or that minor rasp in his voice.

"jake? wait, for real?" you turn to him and place your hand over his — still on your waist.

"yn, that's something I won't joke about. I know we were playing around in the beginning but I honestly think I've fallen too hard to go back." you giggle at his confession, as he hides his face in your neck, his chuckles vibrating against you.

he wasn't one to confess straight up. thinking about it now, you have never heard him talk about ever confessing to anyone, he finds it embarrassing solely because he doesn't know how to do it without sounding cheesy.

"so you had no idea that you're literally the person that I like?"

"no... I just thought you were flirting around because that stubborn little head of yours just doesn't like the thought of me being better than you." he leans back and laughs at your raised brow at him.

you scoff at his retort, knowing full well that it's true, but you choose to abide by it. a spontaneous idea pushes itself to the front of your head, a playful smirk crawling on your lips.

"is that so, jakey?" you lean in and imitate his previous actions as your way of flustering him. the close proximity has you steadying your breath once you realise the pounding in your ears.

"don't think you can one-up me this time, sweetheart." he replies followed by his hand cupping your jaw and placing a peck on your cheek.

you were not expecting that, but neither did he. he just wanted to play it by ear, and it played out better than expected. while you've been trying so hard to plot your flirting game, he's been figuring out how to confess to you, even prepared to sing a song for you since you've mentioned time and time again just how bad you would fold if someone sang to you. anyhow, he figured being himself and catching you off-guard was the best way, and truthfully, it was.

"j-jake, I-" still stunned, you had no idea what to say. was there even anything to say?

"baby steps, we'll take it slow because I know this is new for the both of us. but I like you a lot, yn." jake pulls out a lollipop from his pocket and places it into your open palm resting on your lap. "I remembered your favourite flavour too."

"I knew I made the right decision to fall for you." you smile at him and lean your head on his shoulder.

"who said it was a bad decision to fall for me?!" he took it to heart, even found it slightly offensive to think someone may have made you reconsider your decisions.

"no one, jakey. no one at all. you're mine now." you feel him ease into your soothing voice, and his arm wraps around you again as the realisation hits. he is yours.

© boba-beom ; all rights reserved. do not repost, copy, alter or translate in any way or platform.

[mysteriawrites]

hello!! I would like to request a matchup with a genshin character. please and thank you! 🫶

Orientation: asexual + greyromantic (male preference).

Pronouns: she/her

Appearance: I'm 5'1. My hair is a darkish-brown with light brown streaks, and I have a long, whispy layered pixie cut. I have an inverted-triangle head shape, and I have a triangle + mesomorphic body type. I have dimples. I have beauty marks mostly on my shoulders and arms. I have olive-toned skin. I have almond shaped eyes, and my eye color is brown.

- Some people say I'm intimidating, but then others are basically like, "she's just a little guy! :D".

- I wear glasses because I'm just THAT smart, obvi ✋️.

- My overall style is grunge, comfy, and artsy.

General personality traits + extra: Nice, independent, caring, calm, clever, intelligent, empathetic, friendly, gentle, humble, genuine, forgiving, hard-working, humorous, kind-hearted, reliable, logical, mature, observant, patient, selfless, sweet, responsible, wise, emotionally strong, accepting, supportive, quiet, awkward, reserved, straightforward, shy, tired, blunt, brutally-honest, gullible, procrastinator, lonely.

- I'm a good listener! I always try to reassure people that I'm there for them and they can talk to me about anything. I never judge.

- I genuinely care about others.

- I'm slow to warm up to others, but once I do, I'm much more outgoing.

- People say I have a comforting aura.

Likes: Going for walks, hanging out with friends, deep conversations, blankets, the night sky, sunrises and sunsets, astronomy, psychology, literature, ancient history, nature, meteorology, browsing, window shopping, sweets, pasta dishes, traveling, art, exploring, cats and dogs, music, fruit (specifically watermelon, raspberries, and strawberries 😩), coffee and tea, laughing, joking around, stormy weather, learning more about the things that interest me, to clean (willingly).

Dislikes: Waffles. , alcohol (for personal reasons), centipedes, anything that makes someone not redeemable (or whatever I think deems someone as a terrible person), humiliation, hot weather, people not listening to what I'm saying, silent treatment, being watched, chemistry 🤬.

Hobbies: Painting, ceramics, playing video games, reading, listening to music (I'm pretty diverse with my taste in music but I mostly listen to k-pop, j-pop, pop, rock, punk-rock, pop-rock, calm, '80s, early 2000's, 2010's) and occasionally podcasts (comedy, stories).

Etc:

- My main love language is quality time.

- My big three are libra (sun), pisces (moon), and capricorn (rising).

- My MBTI type is INFJ, and my enneagram type is 5w4.

Thank you for the request! Sorry this is extremely late. Just gonna get straight to the point DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

THOMA!!!

You and Thoma are very romantic kind of couple. You have similar likes and personalities you’re like peas in a pod.

You and Thoma met when you were hired by the Kamisato family. You were hired as Ayaka’s latests attendent. Your were practically her big sister.

Because you and Thoma see each other everyday, he wanted to get to know you better. He noticed you were a bit shy so he decided to invite you out to do some things he thought you would like.

He invited you to small outings at first like walking around the garden and helping him with cooking. As you two got closer and he found out about more things you liked he invited you to more things such as: a day on the town.

He took you out on a shopping spree where he would pay for everything (Thoma is a stubborn lad don’t fight him on this). He thought it was so adorable how your eyes lit up at the books you picked out at the book shop and the budding flowers from the flower shop. You saw a lot of Inazuma that day.

After a shopping for a few hours he took you to a cute restaurant and that had all of your favorite foods you almost didn’t know what to pick! You also got to learn all about him during your day out.

At the end of the day he took you to the top of a hill in a beautiful meadow. It was the perfect place for the two of you to see the stars. He asked you all about astronomy so he could hear you cutely ramble about your passion.

Before you headed out Thoma took you hands and confessed his feelings to you and asked you to be his girlfriend while holding a beautiful bouquet and blushing a bright pink.

(And that kids is how i met your father/j) Since then you and Thoma have been like those cute couples you see in romantic montages. You clean and cook together having fun together. Ayato and Ayaka ship you guys so hard. You’re dog parents to Taroumaru and he loves you guys so much.

He is the sweetest boyfriend. He pays attention to everything about you, gives you gifts and compliments, he does like to tease you sometimes but he won’t go too far. He treats you like an absolute princess.

10/10 very cute couple.

[dogaquarium]

MY THOUGHTS FOLLOWING REVISITATION OF THE LISA SERIES!!!!! 🥳🥳

Starting off specifying that I'm going to be largely speaking about joyful here rather than painful or first. I have minimal thoughts on first (it was just Kind Of Okay) and too many thoughts on painful to include in this post at least (however, I did recently post a tier list of all my favorite painful party members if you're curious). I also am not taking the time to eloquently word anything since this is just my diary blog where I throw ideas at the wall and see what sticks. So dumping whatever here. Please know that while I have been a fan of painful for years, spare for the first 20 minutes or so of joyful I was going in completely blind

SPOILERS BELOW!!!!!!! Including painful spoilers since joyful is a direct sequel

While I did have a good time with joyful, I can definitely agree with most that painful is probably the best game in the series. One reason being that it's longer so you have more time for development, yes, but regardless of that I feel like overall the characters were treated with more care. And I have a sneaking suspicion that a lot of it has to do with the phenomenon of morally questionable girl characters always getting WAY criticism than morally questionable or even straight up evil guy characters. BOTH lisa and buddy get an insane amount of hate from fans and the creator alike (big surprise that the creator has dogshit takes with his track record /s) and it ultimately resulted in some of the character development and writing falling flat. LIKE. YOURE KIDDING!!!! There's so many people in this game that are undeniably and explicitly worse than those two, grow up. I only wish the same care that went into writing brad and his complexities went into buddy as well. That being said I still I remain the #1 buddy fan on earth. I forgive her and I think she's allowed to get even worse honestly. You go girl kill more people wooooo!!!!!!

^ I saw a post with this image earlier and yeah that basically sums my point up

One thing I was really excited about was rando!!!! He's always intrigued me since I was initially introduced to him in painful and seeing that brother-sister duo played up in joyful made my heart so happy. I'll have to draw him and buddy together eventually. As previously mentioned though, the writing of joyful was a little more sloppy than painful and as a result I do find myself wishing we could have seen more of the pair. If I wasn't already attached to him and buddy, I doubt all the drama between them would've had as much impact! Since they weren't elaborated on further! Not saying you have to kill rando's mystery factor or diminish buddy's abrasive and distant personality, but damn a little more of Something would've been helpful. And. Hey :^) ! Speaking of killing in the context of rando. WHAT THE FUCK. I HAD NO IDEA BUDDY KILLED HIM?!?!?!?! Indirectly I suppose, considering he was already super fucked up and she was acting aggressively out of impulse (hence her dropping him or punching him out of frustration rather than using her sword), but I still had no clue!!!! I knew he ended up dead somehow, it just hurt so much worse seeing how it actually played out. The siblings are fighting.......!!!!!

But moving on....

^ Genuinely do not get me fucking started on this scene at the end. Don't even let me say a single word. I cannot begin to describe my devastation. But I will say this: buddy's feelings on brad are no secret throughout joyful. She holds many conflicting feelings on him that she wrestles with constantly, but her hatred of him was no secret. And that is exactly why this moment in her confrontation with buzzo killed me. She still believes what he did to be noble; even if he was too late in trying to change, he still tried SO hard, both for her and himself, until the bitter end. She still respects and loves him, despite the accusations she throws at him. His dying words of if he did the right thing or not must haunt her..

On the topic of her confrontation with buzzo, I'm really glad he was developed so much in joyful. Villains that are evil Just Because are so boring to me, so to establish some actual lore rather than painful's vague hints at something greater was such a relief. He's much more of a compelling character to me now!! I looooved the history established between him and lisa ESPECIALLY in that after credits exchange the two have in one of the endings... but just because a characyer has become more compelling doesnt mean theyre not annoying as hell anymore. Of course circling back to the very first thing I said in this thought dump: all his character development has made a lot of people sympathize with buzzo a LOT (he is lame and stupid and FUCKING CRAZY LIKE HELLO HAVE YOU GUYS FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE WHOLE "USING LIVING PEOPLE AS EXPERIMENTS" THING AND CHILD ABUSE AND STALKING SOMEONE JUST TO TORTURE THEM ETC ETC ETC THE LIST GOES ON?!?!?!) in addition to villainizing lisa and making her out to be some horrible evil monster which is. So shitty. I think you missed the point guys. People can have nuance. She was also a horrifically abused child and not a full grown adult like buzzo became. Shut up

On an unrelated note: being that I'm deeply attached to the relationship brad and terry foster throughout painful, terry's lack of appearance in joyful hurts terribly. Granted, there are traces of him throughout the world (such as his hint posters put up everywhere, references to him in words/other character designs, AND THE FUCKING FAKE VILLAGE HE CREATED WHICH DID WAY TOO MUCH DAMAGE TO MY PSYCHE IT HURT SO BAD) but if anything that just made it Worse!!!!! Because I know in my heart how well he would've clicked with buddy

Oh!!!!! One thing I wanted to mention!!! Technically two. I was SHOCKED that big lincoln didn't play as much of a role as I initially thought he would!!! I always saw so much fan art of him looking super badass and scary and important. And while he IS important in the context of Olathe's history, story-wise he REALLY is not all that important or impactful at all. Did people really just go "this wolf guy is hot so let's draw him a bunch"???? If so I can't fully fault them because yeah he is. But I was soooo hoping for more. The second thing in the same vein of this sentiment was the fact that I had no idea beltboy wasn't a character in joyful!!!!! I kept expecting to see him!!!!! Bc I had seen SOOOOOOOOO much art of him and buddy or him and various other canon characters. YOU MEAN TO TELL ME HES FROM A FAN GAME?!?!?! Is he just that beloved??? Maybe I'll check it out some time I GUESS....

Before moving on totally from the topic of big lincoln, let me address one more thing. I'm of the belief that half-men/beast men/whatever the hell you want to call them do very much so exist in the world!!! In cases such as Lincoln or Carp or- hell- even Bo, they're intended to be humans with masks/helmets... but you're telling me that in a world where joy mutants and fishmen exist there's no possibility for werewolfs and shit? IDC!!!!!!!!!! ALL THREE OF THEM ARE NONHUMAN TO ME (though idk what Bo could even be..... some kinda undefined creature that's all I got)

Misc notes:

I REALLY like the fact that in some of the endings where we seen an adult buddy she has a baby boy. Admittedly I do Not think she would ever in any shape or form be fit to be a mom. Or have any desire to. Aroace buddy truther 4ever anyways. But even ignoring my own beliefs on her character I think it's beautifully ironic that as the only woman left on earth- as someone heralded as the world's "future" or "savior" constantly- has a baby boy, and humans are basically guaranteed to die out after that point. What a wonderful final touch to the story honestly, it wraps it up in such a pretty bow and mirrors the rest of the story beautifully

Seeing the green ranger/tooley was really cool :^) there's a lot of room in joyful to imagine "what if" scenarios (e.g. what if rando didn't abandon buddy) and tooley is definitely one of those cases!!! His personality is so vastly different than most folks buddy ran into; what if she had met him sooner, or what if she had allowed him to join her party like she considered momentarily?

That's pretty much it. I have a lot more feelings but that covers all the main bases and ideas nagging at my mind. Feel free to ask me about anything further if you're curious, be it on topics I covered or omitted. Or entirely unrelated to joyful/about the other two games instead!

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

I made some silly nonsense.

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Author's note: So I wrote a smut thing. Y'all gave me brain worms of Regularly Scheduled Orgies To Reinforce Squad Bonds, or Something. So Titus and his Squad in Space Marines to are having Orgy Sex. You have been warned.

Author's note 2: I wrote this fast and when it was super late. Forgive me if it's OOC.

Warnings: Smut, mutual masturbation, praise kink, consuming cum, officer/subordinate. Uh? Maybe a bit of power dynamic imbalance? Orgy. Well a trio, but that counts!

=-=-=-=-

One of the things that Titus had almost forgotten, was some of the bonding rituals that were mandated by the Ultramarines between squad mates.

As having being a Black Shield for over a hundred years, he thought he could be forgiven for some of the more... unusual aspects of being reinstated as a Full Ultramarine would mean.

As an officer- and his schedule was carefully maintained and regulated, his schedule filled up quickly with sparring, training, teaching, prayer, eating, sleeping, and Squad Bonding time.

The various kinds of tasks that could be denoted as Squad Bonding time was delineated in color coordination that he recalls what sort of bonding rituals would be used for that time period.

Recalling the color for the mandated orgy color had been one that he'd almost forgotten. A blessing from the God Emperor that as he'd once been Captain of the Second Company.

That he had been in charge of ensuring that schedules and what not was properly sorted out ensured that such forgetfulness wasn't something that he'd have to deal with, not if he wanted to maintain being Second Captain, at least, before Leandros had betrayed him.

He had been introduced to his squad, and that had been a few days ago. Titus reads the squad bonding ritual that had been chosen for this day and ensured that he had in lubrication and headed to the meeting room.

Sargent Gadriel and Brother Chairon are already there, they are out of armor, and just in their body suit. Waiting for him to arrive, they had almost brought lubricant and some... items to help ease the orgy.

"Alright," Titus began, "Before the Orgy starts, I wanted to go over the rules, and ask what your boundaries are for this thing. What are your hard nos, and such like. We need to also establish a Safe Word."

"Red, for stop, yellow for slow down, green for go," Sargent Gadriel says.

It's a common one, "I also brought this horn," Brother Sargent Gadrieel says as he grabs a brass and black rubber horn, "in case someone can't speak."

He squeezes the horn and it makes a loud slightly obnoxious noise, "The person receiving, or the person unable to speak can squeeze this to halt what is going on."

"That is an excellent addition to this," Titus says with a nod towards Gadriel.

Chairon, Gadriel and Titus go over what their kinks are, what their boundaries are, and what their hard nos, soft nos, and their yes, and enthusiastic ones are.

Titus is also not in his armor as they all sit in a triangular pattern to all look at each other. "So, who should start doing what?" Titus asks.

"... Perhaps some kissing?" Chairon says almost awkwardly.

"Sounds good." Titus and Gadriel say at the same time, before briefly glancing at each other and back at Chairon.

Gadriel and Chairon both look towards Titus, as the oldest and highest ranking of them, the hierarchy of the Ultramarines is ever enforced in every aspect of their lives.

"Very well," Titus says, it's been a long time since he's had bonding rituals like this.

But he knows how this goes and what to do. He's an experienced hand at this form of Bonding, and hasn't had a complaint from his partner(s) since he'd learned how to do this properly.

He can tell that his younger brothers are a little nervous. So he gently strokes Gadriel and Chairon's cheeks before pulling one of them in for a kiss. After leaving Chairon breathless from the kiss and his cheeks slightly flushed.

Titus pulls away and presses a kiss to Gadriel's lips and their tongues fight for dominance, but Titus wins that battle as the younger brother allows Titus to gently press him to the floor.

"Are we going to do penetration, or not this time, boys?" Titus asks both of them through have lidded eyes.

"I don't know you well enough for that, sir." Both Primaris Marines reply at the same time.

"Very well," Titus says, "plenty of other things we can do. Now, we shall strip naked and I want to see how you pleasure yourselves."

"Yes sir," The younger Space Marines say at the same time and make sure to give their older brother a show.

Which he reciprocates, Gadriel and Chairon eye his impressive chest muscles, and he holds in a smile at the way both of them lick their lips in anticipation of being able to touch and taste him.

"Very good," he praises them.

They make sure to liberally use the lube, on their hands and on their wonderfully proportional cocks. Titus does the same thing, seeing the way that they pleasure themselves, once all three of them are fully hard Titus calls out, "Stop."

With a soft groan both of the Primaris Marines stop and watch him. "I would like to stroke your cocks, and have you stroke mine."

He phrased it more as a question, than an order, letting both of the younger marines mull over the idea, "Yes sir," Both of them say as they start to stand, "Ah- crawl over to me."

They complied, even if they were slightly grumbly about it, "Very good."

Although, Titus does notice that they seem to preen and enjoy getting praised, it was something he'd keep in mind for the next time. Titus reaches out a rough callused hands, one to each of them and starts pleasuring them.

They both reach out and grab one of his cocks. He tilts his head back and lets out a groan of pleasure- they each find a rythm as they pleasure each other to completion.

Titus is unsurprised when his younger brothers cum first- they are after all, less experienced than he is in such matters. But they had held out for an admirably long time.

He offers the hand full of Gadriel's cum to Chairon and says, "Clean my hand off with your tongue."

Gadriel makes a soft noise as he watches that happen. Once his hands his clean he turns to Gadriel with Chairon's cum still dripping from his hands and fingers and gives the same order.

Gadriel hesitates, only a fraction of a second longer than Chairon did, but does has he's commanded and cleans his hand full of cum. "Good boys," Titus praises. "now, help clean each other of my cum from your hands boys."

They realize the implications of his order and Gadriel give's his hand dripping with cum to Charion who cleans the hand off with his mouth and tongue, so does Gadriel for his brother.

Do you think space marines have the anti sex beds like in the olympic village? I think they might but I also KNOW that wouldn't stop them

It all depends on which chapter. I dont think the Ultramarines does, they respect brotherhood and cooperation too much. I think they bond with their squadmates so they keep each other safe.

[little-diable]

The Devil Works in Wicked Ways - Priest!Tommy Shelby (smut)

I honestly don't know where this came from. This is just a drabble I wrote to break through my ongoing writer's block. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: She needs to be punished for ignoring priest Shelby's commands.

Warnings: 18+, forced blowjob, power play, heavy dubcon, religious connotations, talks about sinning and religious punishments, wrong use of a rosary

Pairing: Priest!Tommy Shelby x nun!fem!reader (800 words)

“Ah, that’s not what I’ve asked you to do, now is it?” Her vision was blurry, forcing her to rely on her ears to listen to the steps that carried him closer to her. Priest Shelby was standing behind her, staring down on her kneeling front. “You’ve been such a good girl those past few hours and now you decide to break? To give into Satan’s call?”

Tears streamed down her cheeks, they dripped onto her knees, leaving a salty trail along her skin. She had been forced to her knees by sunrise, kept hidden in the dark chamber where only the Lord’s guiding hand could protect her from her demons.

“I’m sorry.” Her cries were drowned out by the sound of priest Shelby clicking his tongue. The sound instantly forced her to shut up, to keep her sobs bottled in. This was her punishment, it had been her fault, she had been bratty, had spoken up against the priest’s command. And now she was paying her price.

“Look at me, (y/n).” Her glassy eyes tried to find his, but she could barely take in his features, still lured in by the darkness that had surrounded her for the past six hours. His cold hand found her chin, forcefully he tilted her head up, and with his thumb forcing her lips apart, he pushed his digit into her mouth. He tasted of the cigarette he had smoked only a few moments ago, an all too familiar taste her brain instantly decided to focus on.

It wasn’t the first time he was touching her and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Both knew that he was washing away her sins, every time she’d please the priest, God would forget about her wrongdoings. Forever freed from the dark burns Satan had left behind on her soul.

“You know what to do, don’t you?” His question was met with a nod of her head. And as the sound of him undoing his trousers found its way to her, she parted her lips, without being forced to do so this time.

(Y/n) kept her eyes closed, she still had her wrists tied together by the black rosary he’d normally wear around his neck, forced to rely on the strength of her neck. He filled her cheeks, the corners of her mouth started to burn the second he pushed his cock into her mouth. Her body still wasn’t used to his size, still wasn’t used to his ferocious thrusts. But he didn’t care, being freed from one’s sins must hurt, otherwise God wouldn’t listen to their call, at least that's what he told himself to push away the guilt that would find its way to him late at night.

“Atta, darling. See, a good nun should know how to use her mouth on her priests. One day you’ll be able to give in without having to be punished first.” As if he was believing every lie he was speaking, the priest started to fuck her mouth. (Y/n)‘s saliva kept dripping from her lips, she was making a mess on his cock, set on leaving stains with her rough tongue brushing along his cock as if she was licking Jesus’ wooden cross clean.

“Fuck, we have to fight through the darkness, the light will await us. Those moments make us ethereal, they make us holy, forever bound to God’s forgiveness.” His words rang in her ears like the shouts of the crowd that had listened to Pilatus' speech. And just like Pilatus, priest Shelby would wash his hands of it.

His cock twitched in her mouth, soon he’d cum, he’d leave behind drops of his release on her tongue, drops that represented every single verse he’d speak when it was time for their daily morning prayer.

“You’ll swallow it all, I want to see your tongue clean.” Priest Shelby’s command was met with a silent sob clawing its way through her. Her head was pulsing, she felt like she’d pass out any moment now, but the thought of disappointing her one connection to the Father left her shaking in fright. (Y/n) forced herself to keep on bobbing her head, even as he started to fill her cheeks with his hot cum, she kept on sucking him off.

Only as he pulled her off his cock with a wet plop echoing through the room, did she allow herself to take a deep breath. Without having to ask for it, (y/n) showed off her clean tongue, only to be patted on the cheek by his cold hand. Wordlessly he helped her to her feet, priest Shelby untied her wrists and pressed one last kiss to her sweaty forehead.

“The devil works in wicked ways, he’ll take on the shape of the ones we love and respect. Only to tempt us and to lure us into his trap.”

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cautious ~ ed mercer;the orville

word count: 3051

request?: no

description: the orville saves a beautiful woman from certain danger, and ed is reminded of all the times he fell for a woman who wasn’t what she seemed to be

pairing: ed mercer x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

Ed was careful as he pried open the door of the shuttle they found floating in space. A scan on the shuttle indicated a trace of life, but their requests for contact kept being denied. Isaac found that the shuttle seemed to be out of power, aimlessly floating through space, just waiting for trouble to come.

Ed took it upon himself to investigate. If there was someone on the shuttle who needed help and they passed by on the off chance that this was some Krill attack, he would never forgive himself.

The minute he opened the door, a deathly chill hit Ed. The shuttle was dark and silent. Ed feared he was already too late until he literally stumbled across the body of a female human. She was laying on the ground, her body curled up and a thin layer of frost starting to cover her.

Ed knelt down next to her to scan her. She was still alive, but just barley.

“Mercer to bridge,” he said into his communication device. “I found a human female. She’s alive, but we definitely got to her in time. Prepare a bed in sick bay for her.”

“Aye sir,” came Kelly’s voice in response.

Ed carefully slipped one arm under the woman’s shoulders and another under her legs. He picked her up and held her close to him. Th moment her cold body met his warm one, her eyes opened just a little.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he told her. “I got you.”

~~~~~~

Some time later, Ed and Kelly walked into sick bay to check on their latest passenger. After warming her up, Dr. Finn did a quick check up to make sure everything was okay. She was finishing up on the check up when the two commanders of the ship walked in.

“How is she?” Kelly asked.

“Everything seems alright,” Dr. Finn responded. “Just a bit cold and in need of water, but I’ve fixed both of that already.”

Ed looked at the woman, her blanket still around her shoulders and a glass of water in her hand. “How do you feel?”

“Like I almost froze to death,” she responded. “I feel like my fingertips are permanently frozen.”

“That feeling will go away eventually,” Dr. Finn assured her. “I’ll leave you three.”

The woman stood from the bed, holding her blanket tightly around her shoulders. He couldn’t explain why, but Ed just had the urge to reach out and hold her. She wasn’t as frail looking now, but he still wanted to protect her, or at least to help her feel her fingertips again.

“Thank you so much for saving me, Captain,” she said. “I really thought I was a goner there.”

“I did too when I first found you,” Ed said. “Why were you out there on your own? And what happened to your shuttle?”

“I’m an explorer. I travel alone, with clearance of course. My shuttle ran out of fuel a while back. I was hoping to find another ship that could help me, or drift to a nearby planet where I could refuel. Unfortunately, I had no such luck.”

“How long were you floating out there?” Kelly asked.

“Oh, I have no idea. After the power went down it didn’t take long for the cold to seep in. I managed to fight it for a little while, but soon enough it got so cold I could barley function. I had little hope that anyone would save me, so I laid down on the floor of my shuttle and basically waited to die.” She shivered, trying to forget that doomed feeling she had when the shuttle first ran out of fuel. “What happened to my shuttle? Were you guys able to save it, too?”

“After we got you here, we pulled your shuttle in and gave it to our engineers to fix,” Ed explained. “They’ll refuel it as well as repair any damages it may have. Hopefully they can give you a bigger fuel tank while they’re at it.”

The woman chuckled. “Well, thank you both so much for everything. Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

“You almost froze to death out there. I think repayment is the last thing on our minds,” Kelly said. “We’re just glad you’re okay. And you’re free to stay with us as long as you need. I don’t think I’d feel right sending you off on your shuttle so soon after what happened to you.”

“Same here,” Ed agreed. “We’ll have a room set up for you whenever you’re ready to leave sick bay.”

“I’m ready to leave now,” she said. “I’m ready to lay in an actual soft, warm bed and sleep for about 12 hours.”

~~~~~~

After settling away in her room and sleeping for the exact time she said she would, Ed went to her room to check in on her and offer her a tour of The Orville. He told her that he figured she should become acquainted with the place if she was going to be staying a while, but the truth was that he just wanted to spend some time with her. He wished he could say he wanted to spend time with her because there was something about her that drew him to her, but the truth was he just thought she was extremely beautiful. As superficial as it was, he just wanted to be in her presence for any length of time.

He led her onto the bridge where his crew were hard at work as always. “And this is the bridge where the magic happens. Or well, most of the magic anyways. The most important magic I guess.”

(Y/N) looked around the bridge with astonishment. “Holy shit, this is amazing! You just...you guys sit here all the time and get to see...everything?”

“Basically, yeah.” Ed turned to his crew to add, “Everyone, this is (Y/N). She’s going to be staying with us for a while. (Y/N), you’ve already met Kelly. This is Lieutenants Gordon Malloy and Alara Kitan, Lieutenant Commanders Bortus and John LaMarr, and resident robot Isaac.”

Everyone said their hellos to (Y/N) as she awkwardly waved at them.

“Thank you all so much for saving me out there,” she said. “And for being so welcoming of me staying on the ship.”

“I think it’s pretty cool to have an explorer on the ship,” Gordon said. “You don’t have to be tied down to going to one specific place or doing meaningless tasks when you don’t want to. It just sounds so freeing.”

“It’s probably the best experience of my life,” (Y/N) agreed. “I love being out there, but it’ll be nice to be around people for a while. I’ve been traveling by myself for I don’t know how long now, and you start to go a bit crazy with no one to talk to.”

“I guess it’s a good thing you were saved by a Union ship then,” Kelly said. “There’s plenty of people around here to make you wish you were on your own again.”

(Y/N) chuckled. Ed tried to fight back the smile that tugged at his lips when he heard the sound, but it was impossible. It was like listening to the most beautiful music he had ever heard.

“Hey, are you going to be joining us for the formal gathering tonight?” Alana asked (Y/N). “All of us on board are going to dress up all fancy and eat fancy foods and drink way too much. It’s going to be a lot of fun.”

“Sounds like fun,” (Y/N) said, although there was some skepticism in her voice.

“It’s just a way for everyone to unwind after some of our more trying travels,” Ed explained. “We rarely get to let our hair down and dress up, so we’re doing this formal type of party. It was Kelly’s idea I think.”

“Nope, not at all,” Kelly quipped.

“But anyways, you should join us if you feel up for it,” Ed continued, ignoring his Commander. “It’ll be more fun than you think it is.”

(Y/N) looked around the room of hopeful faces looking back at her. She sighed and shrugged. “Why the hell not? I haven’t been to any sort of gathering in years, and haven’t drank in just as long. Sounds like it’ll be a blast.”

Ed tried not to let his excitement show too much.

~~~~~~

Hours later, everyone was gathered in what was usually the lunch room. They were all dressed in their finest clothes and already had started drinking maybe too much of the alcohol provided.

Ed was stood with Gordon and John as they talked about something regarding some comedy show they had been watching. He was trying his best to act like he was listening, but his attention kept flickering to the door, waiting for (Y/N) to arrive. He was wondering when she was going to show up, or if she was going to show up at all. He’d understand if she didn’t; a room full of people she didn’t know after the experience she had would be more than nerve wracking for anyone. But he was really hoping she would.

“Hey,” Dr. Finn said, cutting into the conversation and effectively bringing Ed’s attention back to the group. “How’s our new passenger doing?”

“She’s great as far as I can tell,” Ed replied. “She got lots of rest, toured the ship today. She said she was going to come tonight but I don’t think she’s here yet.”

“Oh come on, you know she’s not here,” Gordon said. “You’ve been staring at the door all night.”

Ed tried to defend himself, to say that wasn’t true, but all that came out was a couple scoffs and a stuttered response. Gordon and John shared a look that said Ed was just proving their point.

“Don’t act like you weren’t because we’ve seen you looking at the door,” John said. “And at one point the two of us were just insulting you and you were agreeing with us.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a little infatuated with (Y/N),” Gordon added. “I mean, she’s gorgeous. And you did save her life after all. I’m sure even the slightest bit of attraction came from that.”

Dr. Finn scoffed. “You men really think women swoon over everything you do. Just because Ed saved her doesn’t mean she’s automatically attracted to him. You need to build a connection with someone first, to really get to know them before you jump into anything with them.”

“Ed’s really not the best with that,” Gordon muttered to John, which earned him an elbow to the ribs from the latter.

It dawned on Ed then that his helmsman was right; he really didn’t have the best track record when it came to getting to know someone before jumping into something with them. Besides his relationship with Kelly (although even that was a bad example considering how it ended) he had rushed into something with every woman who showed him the slightest bit of attraction and it always blew up in his face. Especially his previous two romantic attractions, Pria and Janel/Teleya.

Ed felt himself getting inside of his own head. He didn’t want to think things would be like that with (Y/N) - especially when he didn’t even know if she had any attraction to him - but it was hard not to focus on the awful endings with the last women he had been with. He barely knew (Y/N), he had no idea if she was entirely a good person or if she had some sort of plan up her sleeve to screw over Ed and the Orville.

His thoughts were interrupted when someone asked him, “Isn’t she beautiful?”

He looked up to see that the “she” in question was (Y/N), who had walked into the party wearing a beautiful champagne colored, sparkling dress. It hugged her body around her torso, then came down in a more loose way around her legs, giving her more room to move. Her hair was pulled back into a braid, which just showed off her beautiful face even more. All eyes were on her as she moved through the party.

Suddenly, all the worries Ed had had vanished from his mind.

(Y/N) walked up to him, Gordon, John, Dr. Finn, and Alana, who was the one who had asked about how (Y/N) looked.

“I feel like I dressed a bit too fancy,” she said. “I stick out like a sore thumb.”

“You really don’t at all,” John said. “You look incredible.”

(Y/N) smile was just as bright as her dress. “Thank you. Alana helped me pick it out. I’m no good with formal wear, especially after wearing basically the same clothes for months on end.”

“I just had a look through some human fashion magazines and picked something I thought would look nice on her,” Alana said. “You guys can say it, I’m a genius.”

Ed felt like he couldn’t say much of anything. He was speechless at the sight of her.

(Y/N) looked at Ed, causing him to quickly snap out of his trance. “You look really nice, Captain.”

“T-Thanks. So - uh - so do you.”

The other crew members shared a look before finding an excuse to dismiss themselves, leaving Ed and (Y/N) alone.

The two spent most of the night together, just talking and sharing stories about their travels. Every so often, (Y/N) would be pulled into a conversation with someone else, but it would never last long. Soon enough, she’d be back in front of Ed and starting another story of another place she had been.

When the night was coming to an end, Ed offered to walk (Y/N) back to her room. Her arm was laced through his as he guided her through the halls. She’d stumble every so often and curse under her breath, which would always cause Ed to laugh.

“I don’t know why I told Alana I’d wear heels with this dress,” (Y/N) said. “I knew I was going to be drinking. Heels and drinking just don’t mix.”

“I guess they complete the outfit or something? I don’t know, I was never good with women’s fashion. I used to let Kelly do whatever she wanted and I’d tell her she looked fine.”

(Y/N) gave Ed a look he had seen numerous times before since embarking on his adventures with The Orville. “Is it hard to work alongside your ex-wife? Especially after...what she did?”

Ed shrugged. “It used to be, but we’ve gotten so used to one another now and we’ve both tried our hands at dating. We realized that it was never going to work and it’s better that we stay...whatever we are now I guess.”

“Well, I have to applaud the two of you. If I was working along side my ex-husband I don’t think I’d have any sanity left.”

“You were married?”

Her face suddenly changed. She turned away from Ed and looked down the hallway, a vacant look on her face. As if her natural reaction was to shut down when the question was asked.

“Not married, but I was engaged,” she said. “He, uh, he left me at the alter. Said he got cold feet, but I found out it was actually because he started banging a  Regorian a few weeks earlier.”

Ed cringed. “Yeah, I know that feeling. Except I was already a few years into my marriage.”

“Yeah, I guess I dodged a bullet with that one.”

They came up outside her room door. Ed was reluctant to let go of her arm, but he knew he couldn’t keep her there all night, no matter how much he wanted to.

(Y/N) turned to look at him, her hand still lingering on his arm. “You don’t deserve that, Ed. You’re such an amazing guy, you deserve someone who is going to give you their all.”

“You deserve someone who is going to give you their all, too.”

They looked at each other for a long time, their comments just hanging in the air. Finally, (Y/N) reached up to cup Ed’s cheek and kissed him passionately. Ed immediately melted into the kiss at first, wrapping his arms around the small of (Y/N)’s back and holding her as closely to him as he possibly could. He felt completely happy and blissful. He never wanted the moment to end.

But then he remembered what Gordon and Dr. Finn had said earlier, and his memories of Pria and Teleya came rushing back. He pulled away a little too quickly, which resulted in a concerned look from (Y/N).

“I-I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t know what came over me. That was wrong of me to do, I’m so sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry,” Ed said. “Please, I wanted to do that too. It’s just...I’ve only been with two people since Kelly and I got divorced and neither of those relationships ended well. Like one of them was trying to kidnap me and my crew to sell us to some futuristic pawn shop and the other was a Krill in disguise trying to kill me.”

(Y/N) scrunched up her nose. “Oh, yeah neither of those sound very good at all.”

“No, they weren’t. So, you have to forgive me, but I am a bit cautious right now when it comes to new people and starting a relationship. Not that I think you’re anything like that, but that’s the thing, I really don’t know you all that well yet.”

She nodded. “No, I completely understand. Honestly, you’re also the first person I’ve been attracted to since the whole thing with my ex-fiancé, so this is all new to me, too.”

Ed took one of her hands in his and gave it a slight squeeze. “I don’t know how long you plan on staying with us, but if you’d be willing to give me just a little time, I would love to try to start something with you eventually.”

(Y/N) smiled and pulled Ed towards her. She kissed his cheek lightly before pulling away from him. “I’ll wait as long as you need.”

[hey-its-cweepy]

🎡  ─  visit a winter wonderland - Shu , Cweepy and Cho-hee Just because I think thier neat

HELLO HELLO!!! :D

I hope you don't mind I put em separately since it wasn't specified lol

Also please forgive me for being late awawawa

🎡Visit a winter wonderland (Shu + Cweepy)

As Cweepy opened her locker, she noticed another letter, it had become something frequent but she didn't mind them. In fact, she thought that the letters were cute and charming, although it never said who it was by...

This time, however, upon opening it she found an invitation! It seems that the mysterious sender was inviting her to a winter fair, her eyes lit up in a mix of curiosity and interest, yellow and grey swirling together in her eyes as she reads the letter over and over again.

"... Th-They're... Inviting me... To a f-fair?..." She asked herself "It... It s-sounds like fun! M-Maybe I can finally see who's leaving these too..."

She kept the letter in her pocket, closing the locker shut as she quickly went to prepare a bit in advance.

...

She had put on several sweaters to avoid falling asleep, looking around the place for the mysterious person who left the letter, her eyes swirling with gray.

"Who could it be?... This wasn't to get me out of my dorm to do something bad, right?... N-No no, I dont think so..." She thought to herself as she waited...

Shu's tall, slightly intimidating figure approaches Cweepy with a sheepish smile, a bit nervous smile over his face. He was afraid she'd bolt back to the dorm at any moment, he tried his best to not scare her off.

"O-Oh! Um... W-Were you the one that l-left this letter in my l-locker?..." Cweepy asked, a bit hesitant

"Y-Yes... Yes, that was me..." Shu seemed a rather shy to admit it, he spoke in his usual quiet tone.

Cweepy grew red in the face, her eyes gleaming a bright yellow and pink, she's unsure if its the cold or the fluttering in her chest thats making her blush.

"You're so... P-Pretty..." She spoke without thinking and once she realized, she squeaked and covered her mouth as she saw Shu get flustered. "S-Sorry! Sorry!"

"N-No no, its okay!" Despite being caught off guard by the words of praise, Shu appreciated them... "Perhaps we should head inside and h-have some fun"

Cweepy nods with a shy "Mhm" as she takes his hand, holding it close to herself as they walk in together, Shu grows more flustered at the action, but holds her hand back with a soft squeeze.

They both look around the place, seeing all the rides and bright lights until Cweepy suddenly stops walking. Shu looks back at her, a bit concerned as to why she stopped.

"Ika-san?..." He softly called out to her, until he sees what her eyes were fixed on. It seems to be a prize game, she seems to have her attention on some of the plushies, she stares as if she wants to try it out but doubts she can get one, grey and blue swirling in her irises.

"Oh!... Do you want one?" He asks, snapping her out of her bubble.

"H-Huh? Oh! U-Um... I-It's okay, w-we can just do something else" Cweepy didn't want to bother him with the request.

"No no, if you want one, I can try to win it for you, Ika-san" Shu softly smiled at her.

"... R-Really?..." Cweepy looked up at him, eyes swirling with grey and a light pink, she felt a bit shy to ask him to do it for her...

"Of course" He smiled once more, walking with her to the booth to give it a try. After paying the required madol to play, Shu plays the game, successfully beating it in the first try.

Cweepy stares in awe, her eyes a bright yellow as he handed her one she'd particularly staring at a lot. "W-Woah... Th-Thank you!" Cweepy excitedly held it in her hands, squeezing it gently.

"There's no need, Ika-san" He warmly smiles as he gently squeezes her hand. "Its for you..."

Cweepy's eyes grow pink as she looked up at him... She seems to still appreciate the gesture as they both seem to enjoy the time spent at the snowy wonderland...

🎡Visit a winter wonderland (Shu + Cho-Hee)

Shu seemed very flustered at Cho-Hee's request to visit a winter wonderland together, very noticeably red in the face.

"Y-You... You w-want to do wh-what?" He asked him.

Cho-Hee simply glanced another direction, nervously twiddling his fingers together "... If you don't want to or are too busy, I understa-"

"N-No no! I-Its not that! I just... Wasn't expecting this from you, K-Kamasu-san..." Shu studdered out, still very flustered. "I-In fact... I'd love to g-go with you..." He shyly admitted.

Cho-Hee let a small smile slip out of his lips "Good, I'm glad... I'll see you after club activities, okay?"

"O-Of course, Kamasu-san" Shu says before Cho-Hee splits off again

...

The two of them later met up at the winter wonderland, of course, Cho-Hee's never as prepared for the cold as other students who felt sleepy around this time would be, but he tried to not let that stop him from enjoying his time there with Shu.

After a while of playing games and enjoying some of the food, Cho-Hee started to grow a bit sleepy, he didn't want to ruin the fun however so he tried to ignore it as much as he could.

Eventually, Shu spots a ferris wheel, his eyes practically sparkle as he excitedly turns to Cho-Hee.

"Oh! Its a ferris wheel!... P-Perhaps... Perhaps we can go on it t-together, Kamasu-san..." Shu shyly requested, already growing red in the face.

Cho-Hee hummed "... Sure, might as well go on one more ride..."

And so, the two of them go on the ride together, as they sit face-to-face from each other... Cho-Hee cant help but stare at all the lights that decorate the winter wonderland, his eyes full of awe. Shu on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at Cho-Hee, his big, soft, gentle eyes staring at the wonderland.

Shu could feel his heart pound in his chest as Cho-hee turns to look at him once the ferris wheel reaches the top.

"Shu..." Cho-Hee softly says, gently taking his hands into his own.

"Y-Yes, Kamasu-san?..." Shu was as red as a beet by this point.

"I'm... I'm glad to have spent the day with you... Its... Nice..." Cho-Hee gave a small yet tired smile.

"I... I enjoy spending time with you too, K-Kamasu-san..." Shu admitted, very flustered.

"I should... Do this more often..." Cho-Hee couldn't help but let a yawn escape.

"Kamasu-san, are you... Tired?" Shu asked him

"Hm? Well-... A bit, but I'll be fine, besides... I'd hate to have to cut our time short..." Cho-Hee answered, very gently squeezing his hands.

Shu feels like he's going to melt... "I-If you're t-tired, I can take you back to your dorm"

"... Only if you'll be there too..." Cho-Hee yawned.

"M-Me?" Shu questioned if he was being serious, however, Cho-Hee's eyes tell that he's not lying "... I-I... I guess I can go with you..."

"Oh... Im glad..." Cho-Hee gives a soft yet tired smile at him.

The moment the ferris wheel went back down, the two of them go back to Cho-Hee's room together, where Cho-Hee spent the rest of the time snuggled up to Shu and probably fell asleep at some point.

[kpop-zone]

(G)I-dle making up for slapping their s/o

Prequel

Miyeon

Miyeon could have never guessed how hard it would be to give you time. She just wanted to be close to you again. But she wouldn’t allow herself to overstep your boundaries; not again. So, she tried her hardest not to impose herself on you, even though it was slowly killing her. Usually, you had always allowed her to wrap her arms around you, no matter what you were doing. Now, Miyeon didn’t really know what to do with herself when she was around you. The lighthearted conversations and bubbly laughter in your life had turned into suffocating silence and an excruciating atmosphere and Miyeon was starting to get anxious.

Several weeks had already passed since that disastrous night, but you were still punishing her with ignorance. Of course, Miyeon had known that her mistake needed time to heal, still, she hadn’t expected such agonizing repercussions. No matter how much space Miyeon gave you or how many gifts she bought you in an attempt to show her remorse, you didn’t allow her to get close again. And she began running out of ideas. Was there anything that she could do to make it all better? Or was it too late? Maybe if she were smarter or less selfish, she would have accepted her defeat and left you alone. But she just couldn’t. She didn’t want to live without you. So she had accepted your punishments patiently while desperately holding on to you and feeling how you drifted further and further away. Until she couldn’t take it anymore one night.

You were coming home from work, only acknowledging her with the typical head nod and Miyeon felt the crack in her heart reaching a depth that she just couldn’t ignore anymore. She needed to know if the deep divide between the two of you was conquerable or if you had already given up.

“Do you still love me?”

She blurted out while tears started to pool in her eyes and you stared at her in shock, apparently not having expected her sudden outburst.

“I will leave if you ask me to. But I don’t mind waiting for you as long as there is hope. I just need something to hold onto. I just need to know that you are still willing to fight for this relationship.”

Miyeon added with a shaky voice and you instantly avoided her gaze, making the tears in her eyes spill at last. Your silence was a sufficient answer, even if it wasn’t the one that she had wanted to hear. Although the two of you were only standing a few steps apart, the distance between you felt like an ocean again and Miyeon couldn’t bear it anymore. Abruptly, she turned on her heel to run to the bedroom. Just before she could slip out of your sight, however, your voice caused her to stop.

“I do.”

Confused, Miyeon turned around to look at you while trying to decrypt your equivocal words. When you noticed the confusion in her face, you cleared your throat and took a few steps closer to her.

“I do still love you.”

You clarified, causing Miyeon’s eyes to widen in shock.

“You do?”

She asked dumbfounded after already having accepted her defeat. Slowly, you nodded in response and at a blow, Miyeon felt like the darkness that had surrounded her the past weeks was lifted. Her heart began beating wildly in her chest and a wide smile lit up her face. She wanted nothing more than to run into your arms now, but she didn’t know whether you were ready for that yet. Insecurely, she looked at you while shifting her weight from one leg to the other until you eventually opened your arms.

“Come here.”

You chuckled and Miyeon didn’t need a second to dash forward. With full force she threw herself into your arms and hugged you so tightly that you needed to remind her that you had to breathe.

“I’m sorry. And I’m sorry that I created this mess in the first place. I swear that I will never hurt you again.”

She mumbled against your body, knowing that she would never do anything ever again to drive you away.

“I know.”

You replied before kissing the crown of her head, causing Miyeon to hum happily. This was the only way it was supposed to be.

Minnie

Minnie stared at you at a loss for words. She couldn’t find the answer in your eyes like she had hoped to, but her hesitation was apparently all the answer that you needed. Tears shot into your eyes as you nodded in defeat and slowly pulled yourself to your feet. Minnie watched you with a heavy heart and another wave of guilt washed over her. Why did she only ever make you cry?

Maybe it would be for the better if she let you go...

Conflicted, you lingered for a moment, but when Minnie still couldn’t manage to give you the answer that you needed, you started to drag your feet to the front door. It was unbearable for Minnie to watch you leave. Every fiber in her body told her to block your way, but she forced herself to stay put. For your sake. You deserved a better girlfriend. Only after the front door had swallowed you, Minnie couldn’t hold herself back anymore. She abruptly leaped to her feet and rushed to the door. Her hand hovered above the doorknob as her desire to be with you and her guilt collided inside of her. No matter what she did, it felt wrong. In despair, she slid down the front door and sunk to the floor.

She just didn’t know what to do.

Her whole body hurt, causing the sound of her sobs to fill the quiet room. She felt how she got caught up in a downward spiral. She was in free fall into endless sadness until a strange sound suddenly caused her to freeze. Confused, Minnie’s head snapped up and she looked around. But even through her blurry eyes she could see that she was still the only person in the room. Where was this noise coming from? For a moment, Minnie halted her movements and listened carefully until she was able to make out the source and the location of the noise. It was the sound of sobs. Someone else was crying right on the other side of the door.

Minnie’s heart broke and before she even knew what she was doing, she found herself on her feet, tearing open the door. You were cowering on the floor just like she had a few seconds ago while crying bitterly. On autopilot, Minnie leaped forward and wrapped her arms around you.

“It’s ok, don’t cry. Please don’t cry, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

She cooed soothingly between some of her own sobs. For several minutes, the two of you just stayed in each other’s arms on the floor until your sobs didn’t echo through the hallway anymore. Hesitantly, Minnie leaned back to look at you and her fingers automatically stroked your cheeks to remove the last remainders of your tears.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Please come back inside again. I was being stupid. I wanted to be selfless and let you go, but I can’t live without you. Please don’t go, I promise I will work on forgiving myself.”

She pleaded, having realized that the decision to let you go had been the worst that she had ever made.

“How would that be selfless, dummy? I don’t want to live without you either.”

You exclaimed with a smile tugging on your lips, causing Minnie to sigh in relief.

“So you’ll come back inside?”

She asked insecurely, but you instantly nodded.

“Yes. If you stop acting weird.”

You replied while giving her a scrutinizing look.

“I will. I promise.”

Minnie was quick to agree to your condition before pulling both of you to your feet and into the apartment again. Even if she hadn’t wanted to forgive herself initially, her desire to keep you in her life was still bigger. So she would do anything to make you happy again.

Soojin

“Are you going to keep staring at me?”

You asked annoyed after the room had fallen silent for a while already but Soojin was still sitting right by your side. She just hadn’t been able to bring herself to walk away from you.

“I’m sorry.”

She whispered for the third time tonight and you groaned before turning to your back again. Expectantly, you looked at her, seemingly waiting for her to say more than just those three words. The same feeling of anxiety from earlier washed over Soojin and once more, she averted her gaze from you. What if she said the wrong thing? But she knew that she didn’t have the luxury to take her time with an answer now. You were looking more than just annoyed and if she wouldn’t be able to express her feelings right in this moment, there would be no hope for a reconciliation tonight.

“I’m sorry for everything. I should have taken your feelings seriously. I shouldn’t have slapped you. And I definitely also shouldn’t have run away. But I was just so ashamed of myself; I couldn’t bear to look into your eyes.”

Soojin sputtered before reluctantly looking at you. For a moment, you only stared at her, but then you inhaled deeply.

“I really can’t believe that you slapped me. And then you had the nerve to run away...”

You scoffed and Soojin felt how her shame hit her with full force again.

“I know. I can’t believe it either.”

She mumbled mortified while letting her head hang.

“Is this all that you wanted to tell me?”

You asked after both of you had been silent for a while and Soojin quickly shook her head.

“No! I also wanted to tell you what I should have told you earlier instead of slapping you. I’m sorry for not defending you in the restaurant. But that was not because I agreed in any way with what has been said. It’s just that sometimes I forget that you’re insecure about those things. Because you’re perfect to me in ever single way. So if I talk with my friends about you, I swear to god, it’s only to tell them how breathtaking, smart, kind, caring and thoughtful you are.”

She clarified, feeling how a part of the weight on her shoulders was suddenly lifted off. Maybe you would never be able to forgive her, but Soojin at least wanted you to know the truth behind her wrongdoing. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself knowing that you believed that she thought of you as anything less than perfect.

For a while, nothing but the faint noise of the refrigerator buzzing in the kitchen could be heard and Soojin contemplated what to do next. Would you allow her to sleep in the same bed as you? Should she sleep on the couch? Or would you even ask her to leave the apartment? Before she could come up with a plan, however, you cleared your throat and piped up again.

“I know that you would never make fun of me with your friends. I mean earlier my anger told me that it was a possibility. But even then, deep-down I knew that it wasn’t true. I just wanted to say something to hurt you.”

You admitted sheepishly and for the first time tonight a light smile tugged on Soojin’s lips.

“I’m glad that you know.”

She sighed in relief while finally daring to look into your eyes. She was still ashamed of her actions, yet it felt like the two of you had gotten one step closer to reconciliation.

“Maybe we can talk tomorrow about everything; calmly this time.”

You chuckled and Soojin quickly nodded in reply.

“I’d love to!”

She exclaimed a little too excited, causing you to laugh to yourself.

“Alright then. Try to get some sleep now.”

You smiled softly while pointing at her side of the bed and Soojin’s heart almost jumped out of her chest. Eagerly, she nodded in agreement before hastily discarding the flowers and getting ready for bed as if she suspected that you could change your mind any second. In record time, she found herself lying next to you although she neither dared to look at you nor to close her eyes. What if she woke up and you weren’t there anymore?

“Relax, Soojin. Everything’s going to be ok.”

You suddenly piped up as if you could read her thoughts and Soojin turned her head to the side. Your beautiful eyes radiated a sense of comfort and Soojin’s heartbeat calmed down at last. Everything would be ok again.

Soyeon

Soyeon didn’t even need to think where to go after the door had slammed shut. Her feet automatically carried her to the company that gladly was in walking distance. She hoped that her studio could give her the comfort that she desperately needed. Maybe she could even put all this sadness into something useful and start working on the next album. To her dismay, however, Soyeon didn’t feel the usual itch in her fingers once she sat down in front of her desk and the pages of her notebook stayed completely empty. No matter which keys she pressed on the keyboard or what chords she strung together, everything sounded bland to her. For almost two hours Soyeon tried to write down at least a single line until she was left completely frustrated and simply threw herself on the couch in her studio. She couldn’t concentrate when her relationship -the most important thing in her life- was on the brink of ruin. All she wanted to do was to go home and make up. But she knew that she couldn’t do that. This had to happen on your terms, and you clearly had asked her to give you space. So she needed to abide by your request. Even if it meant that the group had to suffer from it.

After spending a night on a sofa and not sleeping a single second, Soyeon very groggily attended dance practice the next morning. Her members immediately figured out what was wrong and showed her sympathy, but her teachers, unfortunately, were less compassionate. The minutes seemed like hours and in between the angry looks by her teachers and the anxious glances on her phone to check for a sign of life from you, Soyeon felt like losing her mind. She had hoped that you would be willing to see her again today, but after an exhausting day at the company there still hadn’t popped up a notification from you on her screen.

“Relax, Y/N is going to reach out to you.”

Yuqi tried to cheer her up when all of them were grabbing their stuff to go home.

“I don’t think so. It’s over.”

Soyeon replied crestfallen, starting to accept the fact that she had managed to ruin what had been perfect in just one night.

Suddenly, however, the screen of her phone lit up, causing Soyeon’s breath to hitch in her throat. Frozen, she stared at her phone, too scared to get her hopes up. Maybe it was just one of their managers...or maybe it was a breakup text.

“Look at it!!”

Shuhua urged her while pressing the phone in Soyeon’s hand. Shakily, she lifted the device up and looked at the message.

Y/N: Will you be home for dinner?

She read out loud and her members instantly assured her that this was a good sign. Still, Soyeon didn’t want to impose herself on you and decided to leave it up to you.

Soyeon: If you want me to?

She replied before anxiously staring on the screen and waiting for your reply.

Y/N: ...

For an eternity, Soyeon watched these three dots dancing on her screen and with every second that passed, she felt more like losing it. Eventually, however, you decided to end her torture and transformed the three dots into one single word.

Y/N: Yes

Your answer was short, but it made Soyeon feel more than any poem probably could have ever managed. In lightning speed, she said goodbye to her members and rushed home to you. When she reached the front door to your apartment, she typed in the wrong door code three times out of nervousness before finally being able to bolt into the apartment.

“Y/N?”

Soyeon yelled breathlessly as soon as she was inside in need to quiet the part of her that was convinced that you were just messing with her and had already left. To her surprise, however, you stepped into her sight just a few seconds later, making her exhale shakily in relief.

“I ordered from our favorite place. I hope that’s ok.”

You piped up eventually after the two of you had awkwardly stared at each other for a while and Soyeon nodded eagerly.

“Yes! Perfect! We can do whatever you want.”

She replied although she wasn’t really referring to the food with her last sentence. Soyeon felt relieved that you were willing to see her, nevertheless, she wanted you to know that the two of you would proceed in your pace.

“What do you want though?”

You answered while defensively guarding yourself by crossing your arms. Soyeon hated this tension that extended between the two of you and made it so much harder to wear her heart on her sleeve, but she still wanted to try her best.

“I want to tell you how sorry I am and that I know that what I did yesterday is unforgivable. But I also want to tell you that it will never happen again and that I will work very hard to make this right again. If that is what you want too of course.”

Nervously, Soyeon glanced at you, once again waiting for you to end her torture. You, on the other hand, were completely calm and took your time contemplating her offer. Your gaze seemed to burn right through Soyeon’s skin, and she uncomfortably tugged on her clothes while awaiting your verdict.

“Well, I guess I haven’t been really fair yesterday either. So we might do better to just try to forget last night...”

You replied after an eternity, causing Soyeon’s heart to leap in her chest.

“Ok!”

She agreed relieved, not being able to hide a wide smile anymore. There was nothing that she would rather do than to forget last night. She just wanted to go back to where the two of you had left off and the fact that you felt the same was making her happier than anything else in her life before.

Yuqi

“How could you have slapped me?”

You eventually broke the silence, but the disappointment in your voice made the awkward silence from before almost more desirable.

“I-I don’t know...”

Yuqi stammered in reply, because she truly couldn’t make sense of her behavior. She had never considered violence to be a solution for anything and hurting you was one of her scariest nightmares.

“You know the reason I started dating you was because I trusted you more than anyone else and because I felt safe around you.”

You sighed sadly and your choice of words caused Yuqi’s heart to tear in two. Trusted. Felt. Why were you talking in past tense? She needed you to know that tonight had just been a slip-up.

“And I really value that trust. Even if it didn’t seem like it tonight.”

Yuqi pleadingly looked at you, hoping that you were able to see her sincerity, but you were quick to avoid her gaze.

“I don’t know what to believe...”

You mumbled while massaging your temples as if this situation were causing you a headache, making Yuqi feel even worse about herself. She didn’t want you to martyr yourself like that because of her.

“I know and that’s ok! You don’t have to have everything figured out tonight. We can see how the next weeks will go. I swear that I will do everything to try to gain your trust back, but... if it doesn’t work out and you still feel uncomfortable, just say so and... I will leave.”

Yuqi’s last words felt like they were covered with thorns and only arduously left her throat. As much as she wanted to be a good person and give you the space to leave, only the thought of losing you made her feel nauseous. Nevertheless, she planned to stick to her offer and expectantly looked at you to agree to it. You still avoided her gaze, but after contemplating your options for a while, you eventually nodded in agreement. At a blow, Yuqi felt all the tension leaving her body and she almost sighed in relief. She knew though that she was nowhere near to celebrate. She still had to gain back your trust which had to be the most difficult task in the world. Yet, she felt hopeful. Your willingness to let her try to make it up to you showed her that at least some part of you still cared about this relationship.

“Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate this, and I promise that I will not let your second chance go to waste.”

She exclaimed gratefully and you looked at her with a piercing gaze.

“You better not.”

You warned her, causing a cold shiver to run up and down Yuqi’s spine. Suddenly she was hyperaware of what she had to lose, and an uncomfortable, tingling sensation settled in her stomach. She really had to get this right.

“You have my word. Your trust has always been the most important thing to me and knowing that I have managed to break it will probably haunt me for the rest of my life.”

Yuqi admitted with regret and you nodded slightly as if you were satisfied with her answer before standing up.

“I think we’ve said everything that needed to be said. I’m going to bed now.”

You concluded while walking towards the bedroom. Yuqi, on the other hand, kept sitting on the couch, feeling like you hadn’t said everything that needed to be said because she had no idea where the two of you were standing right now. Was she allowed to follow you? Was she supposed to give you space tonight? Indecisively, she wriggled about on the couch for a while until she decided that she should rather be safe than sorry. Therefore, she only walked into the bedroom to grab her pillow and a blanket while feeling your gaze on her before returning to the living room again. With a slight pout on her face, she made her bed on the couch until your sudden voice almost startled her to death.

“Yuqi, I appreciate the gesture, but just come to bed. Otherwise, you’ll only have backpain tomorrow.”

You were standing in the doorframe to your bedroom with your arms crossed and Yuqi looked at you with wide eyes.

“Are you sure?”

She asked insecurely to make sure that this was really what you wanted.

“Yes. I mean you’re not allowed to cuddle, but I’ll survive having you in my bed.”

You replied and Yuqi couldn’t help but to smile a bit. This almost felt like the usual banter that you always had after a minor fight when you were still mad at her but weren’t able to hide your caring nature. Without hesitation Yuqi leaped to her feet and followed you into the bedroom with her blanket and pillow under her arms. All of a sudden she didn’t fell as anxious anymore as before. She was sure that if she only worked hard enough, she could remind you again of who she really was. The love that the two of you shared was one of a kind and Yuqi believed firmly that it was strong enough to overcome any obstacle.

Shuhua

It had taken Shuhua almost all night to calm down again. Anxiously, she had walked in circles in the living room while tearing her hair in despair. How was she supposed to fix this? The look of betrayal in your eyes had burned into her brain, making her believe that the only way to gain back your trust was by building a time machine. As the sun began to rise, however, also the darkness inside of her started to fade and very slowly, she was able to think rationally again. There was no use in panicking; what was done was done. It was highly unlikely that someone would invent a time machine in time to fix this, so she had to try to clean the mess that she had created herself. Therefore, she called her members as soon as it was a somewhat acceptable time to disturb their morning to ask for their advice. All of them agreed that Shuhua was an idiot and that they would kill her if she didn’t manage to make it up to you. But all of them also agreed that the best way to gain your forgiveness was to talk to you when you were ready. Shuhua wanted to convince them that it would be best to persistently show you her remorse as soon as possible, but no one agreed with that. The members told her to let you set the pace and Shuhua very reluctantly gave in to their advice.

Still, she decided that it wouldn’t harm to ask you today whether you were already willing to talk. Equipped with your favorite snacks and a teddy bear, she drove to your best friend’s place because she was sure that you had sought sanctuary there. She figured that her guess had been right when she could hear agitated whispering behind the door after she had knocked three times. For a moment she was worried that you wouldn’t open the door, because she was able to hear the voices for quite some time, yet no one granted her access. Eventually the door swung open though and Shuhua found herself standing face to face with you.

“What do you want?”

You asked quite unenthusiastically and Shuhua physically felt hit by your words, causing her to take a step back. Never had you sounded so cold before, but she figured that she deserved that.

“I’m here to apologize and ask whether you’re willing to talk about everything with me.”

Shuhua tried to sound confident, but her voice more came out as a whisper. Your piercing gaze didn’t really help with her nervousness either, so instead of giving a great speech, Shuhua simply held out the teddy bear and the snacks to you. For a moment, you eyed the gifts before looking at her again.

“Do you think that can make up for everything?”

Defensively, you crossed your arms and suddenly Shuhua regretted having brought such cheesy gifts.

“No of course not. I just thought it would be rude to show up emptyhanded and I wanted to do something nice for you.”

She mumbled while quickly hiding her hands behind her back. Slowly, her nervousness turned into the anxiety again that she had already felt last night as her thoughts seemingly raced with 300 mph through her mind. She felt completely helpless and could not recall a single tip that her members had given her earlier.

“Didn’t you want to apologize?”

You asked eventually, causing Shuhua to snap her head up to look at you after simply having stared into a void for probably a whole minute. She didn’t know whether she was just imagining things now, but for some reason she felt like your gaze wasn’t quite as stern anymore. Your question didn’t sound snappish either, but more like you wanted to help her to regain her composure. Shuhua didn’t know whether she was persuading herself of those things because she was close to having a nervous breakdown, but either way, it helped. Slowly, her thoughts stopped hopscotching through her mind, and she felt somewhat confident to tell you what she had come here for.

“That’s right. I wanted to tell you how incredibly sorry I am for everything that has happened last night. I was wrong all along. And I can’t even tell you what has gotten into me to slap you. I want you to know that I feel terrible. I-I didn’t mean to hurt you. I-I would never purposely hurt you...I-“

Shuhua hadn’t even noticed that she had started crying until it became more and more difficult to speak and she could suddenly feel a sensation on her arm. To her surprise she realized that you had reached out to squeeze her arm comfortingly and she had never wanted to be pulled into your embrace more than right now.

“I know that it isn’t in your nature to solve things with violence. But you’ve still hurt me yesterday; more emotionally than physically though. And that’s going to take a while to heal.”

You stated and Shuhua nodded understandingly.

“What does that mean for us though?”

She asked, feeling like she would rather have you break up with her than not knowing what the two of you were.

“I think we should take things slow. I don’t want to break up with you, but I feel like we have some things to resolve before going back to where we were. This whole fight yesterday had to stem from somewhere...”

You replied, causing Shuhua to sigh in relief. She wouldn’t mind taking things slow for a while as long as she was still your girlfriend.

“Ok.”

She agreed and for the first time today, you smiled at her.

“Ok then, it’s settled. Go home now and buy some breakfast on your way. You look terrible- no offense. I’ll text you later.”

You chuckled, causing Shuhua to gasp before touching her face and realizing that it was all puffy. Sulkily, she pouted, but your cheeky expression also made her giggle silently. Maybe the two of you weren’t quite where you had left off yet, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. Shuhua knew that she couldn’t let something like last night happen again- neither for your nor for her sake. So she needed some time to get to the bottom of it. Maybe she could even be a better girlfriend in the end and that’s all she really wanted: to make you happier than any other person on the planet.