They were both bundled up in several layers of clothes and fleece blankets, looking more like burritos than FBI agents. That, Mulder said, worked to their advance, given that they were on a stakeout.
It was just their luck that the day - one of the coldest in recent history - had turned into an equally cold night. They turned on the heat every hour so they wouldn't turn into icicles.
"How much longer?" Scully asked when Mulder turned off the heat, the car once again filled with warmth. She loosened the blanket she was wrapped up in and watched Mulder stuff chocolate into his mouth.
"Three more hours but if you ask me," he said, unwrapping another candy piece and offering it to her. She popped the sweet nougat into her mouth and stifled a moan. "We should just go home. No one in their right mind would leave their house in this weather."
"At least we have chocolate," she offered with a smile.
"And Christmas music," Mulder replied, turning the radio up. He grinned at her as Elvis started singing about a lonely Christmas and she wondered if that was Mulder's fate too. She played with the candy wrapper, unsure whether she should ask.
"What's your favorite Christmas song?" Mulder asked her before she made a decision.
"Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas."
"Why that one?"
"It reminds me of my parents. One year when I was about five or six and had just found out that Santa isn't real-"
"Wait, Santa isn't real?" He interrupted her with a grin before he motioned for her to go on.
"That year it looked like my dad wouldn't be home for Christmas. My brother Bill told me to stop being a baby, but I couldn't sleep. My mom sat with me and sang this song to me until I fell asleep. Two days later my dad came home."
The memory pressed against her heart. There would never be a Christmas with her father again. Last year, she had stared at the closed, festively decorated door at her mother's, waiting for her dad to just walk in. Later that night her mom had admitted that she'd done the same. This year her heart was even heavier; it was the first Christmas without Missy.
"That's a beautiful story," Mulder said with a heavy voice, bringing her back to the present.
"What's your favorite song?"
"Don't have one."
"Come on, Mulder. I shared too."
"Promise not to laugh?"
"I promise."
"Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," he admitted, watching her closely. Scully gave him a genuine smile, her heart full of love for a younger Mulder.
"That's a good song."
"It is. Not as good as this candy though, huh?" She accepted another piece of chocolate from him. The rich sweet taste was a good distraction. She knew without asking, without him saying it, that the song reminded him of his sister, too. Scully snuggled closer into her blanket as the chilly winter air crept back into the car.
"Are you cold?" Mulder asked. "I can turn the heat back on. I could also think of a few other ways to get warm." He waggled his eyebrow at her, making her laugh.
"I don't doubt it. Let's just use the car heater this time."
"This time?" He raised an eyebrow. "What are you saying, Agent Scully?"
She gave him a teasing smile, unable to answer his teasing as a familiar melody filled the car. Before she could do it herself, Mulder turned up the volume. She leaned back and sighed as she listened to Judy Garland's beautiful voice and the melancholy lyrics.
She closed her eyes against the emotions, the memories. Then she felt Mulder's hand on hers.
"Through the years we all will be together," he sang along softly, his voice deep and husky. "If the fates allow."
I’m back!!! Sort of...To anyone who still actively follows this blog, sorry again for my inactivity. It’s been far too long since I made any original content. Hopefully there will be more eventually. I feel I should probably try and explain things a little but I might put this under a ‘read more’. Anyway, yesterday I was sorting out through the paperwork that’s been accumulating in my room over the past 3 years and it was a horrible job but I found this page of doodles I did ages ago and it made me smile (although I’m not entirely sure what a couple of the objects are supposed to be!) and I though maybe I should post it on here.
I wish I could say I’m going to post a lot more - I’ve written many times before that I want to get back into using this blog more often and although it is still true, I can’t really promise that I will. I’ve been struggling a lot over the past couple of years with mental and physical health issues that I’m still trying to muddle my way through. Last year I was forced to drop out of school for a year to focus on getting better and this year I’ve been repeating my final year at a new school. I’m glad to say I survived and that I completed my A levels just over a week ago! I’m hoping to go to university in September but I’ll have to wait until results day to find out. In the meantime, perhaps I’ll add more to this blog. The problem is is that I feel I’ve somewhat lost my passion for sci-fi alongside other things due to exhaustion, depression and focusing on exams (it’s been quite a shock now they’re suddenly over). I really want to enjoy these things again, I miss spending time on drawing fan art and being enthusiastic but currently I’m struggling to find the energy and motivation to do most things and I’m just having to take each day as it comes. I’m not sure if this really makes sense, especially as being part of a fandom has got me through rough times in the past and given me something else to focus on. I just think having been away from it for a while, it will take some effort to get more involved again. I also want to apologise for all the times I’ve written about doing more on this blog only to immediately disappear again.
I really hope I will be able to keep making content for this blog though, and as always requests etc. are very very welcome - perhaps it will motivate me to do some more drawing or anything else related to this blog!
It’s been three years. A lot of changes have happened in the last three years for me. I started this blog. I finished school and started university. I stopped posting on here, it was not a conscious decision, I just had too much going on. I haven’t stopped reading his books. My term finished a couple of days ago but I’m still up at uni so I drove to Uffington and walked up to the white horse. I love Oxford but it does not have the quiet I needed today. I barely saw anyone on the walk. Someone had left tulips at the trig point and white roses at the horse. I would like to think they were for him. I read some of the book I was given at his memorial and I cried a bit. Then the fog came in and I was surround by the white of the sky and the chalk below.
It’s been three years. It was a Thursday. I was walking home from school when I found out, my sister texted me to see if I was ok. I was confused and asked why I wouldn’t be OK and she just sent me to a BBC news link announcing his death. I cried and walked home. It was a Thursday, I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
I will always miss him and I regret that I never got to meet him. It feels strange mourning the death of someone I never met. I will be posting some more stuff later but for now this is it.
Hehe, I know, normal people wouldn’t ask for this, but level system of 3 with Error. — 10,000,000G upfront as well as signing the liability form right away.—
Notes: Blood, torture, I am pretty sure we step in to Noncon here. Do not read this, please.. This was.. disturbing to write. I had actually been putting this one off for awhile, but I will honor requests as far as I can. I swear, please do not read this if you are of gentle soul, and of course as always.. please for the love of mercy, do not read this if you are not of legal age for adult material. I can not stress this enough
By now, A rather disheveled fey has returned from her own adventures, she gives you a very tired and exasperated stare. “This really is a horrible idea, you know that don’t you?”
You don’t really get long to discuss your questionable choices.. a certain maniacal skeleton who has been brooding since his humiliating defeat. Strings ensnare the entryway to the Parlor, barring the door for any hope of escape.. they spider web their way about the stain glass set door, allowing trickles of light in.. to remind you just what you have given up when you crossed that threshold.
Several more strings find their way about your arms, hoisting them over your head without concern for your own comfort and his hideous laughter, mad cackles rich with demented delight, break any sense of calm remaining.
The bouncers on hand, are held at bay as the fey raises her hand.. the Parlor isn’t under attack… Just poor choices have been made.
A sense of disquiet settles over the residents of the Parlor as you are lifted up, beyond the mass of webbing he has made with those cruel strings.
Light fades away as you find yourself cocooned in those same blue strings.. and the gloom of the dark claims your senses.
The first thing to strike you, is pain. Raw pain as what feels like wires of razors bite into your skin.. suspending you by neck, shoulder, elbow , and wrists. More of these wires crisscross over your chest and lower abdomen, beading crimson drops as they slice into your delicate flesh.
Your legs are supported as well, held in such a way, that you can only face down, your weight pulling upon the painful strings.. a few more coil about your thighs, knees, and ankles.
The space about you is empty, starch white and bare.. save for the seemingly endless sea of blue thread.
“AbOuT tImE yOu WoKe Up!”
Soulless is the first phrase to come to mind. The voice lacks any empathy, but is filled with cruel intentions.. and heat. Clothes? Hah.. those were long since tattered and torn as you were abducted by the monster of your choosing.
You can hear him, the strings twang and vibrate as he moves along his web work.. is he behind you? You are not certain but you know you can not spy him from your disadvantage, head held facing down due to the taunt threads about you.
A hiss of pain seeps past your teeth, one of the threads about your stomach pulls tight,though the cut it creates is by no means life threatening.. no, he won’t kill you yet, he is enjoying this far too much.
“HoW iNtErEsTiNg.. KnOwInG WhAt I aM, WhAt I cAn Do.. YoU sTilL cAmE LoOkInG fOr Me..FoOlIsH.”
He is most certainty behind you.. you swear you can almost hear a hum of appraisal as he stalks around you.. a slight bush of his phalanges as he even dares to touch you.. feel honored I suppose, few get such a chance.
Finally he stands before you, cupping your chin and sharply lifting your head, the strings about your throat slacken a bit but still catch against your skin, the act and rush of pain draws a gasp from you, and he takes full advantage of the moment..
This was never about your pleasure after all, what does he care if you paid more? If you paid at all.. This is Error, and he takes what he wants.
Stars forbid you have any sort of gag reflex, for the moment he finds your mouth open with that gasp, the distorted hue of his arousal is presented to the wet cavern of your mouth and all too soon your throat. He merely snorts a laugh if you gag and choke.. he really is a soul less creature.
Your abused throat burns as he ruts against you, bruising your lips when bones collide against them.. his phalanges pull at your hair, ruthlessly sating his needs.. and you can swear the magic of his cock swells.. he is doing it on purpose!
“CaUgHt On YeT, FuCkToY?”
Oh yes, he can manipulate his magic, it is barbed now, spikes scraping your raw throat and stealing away any chance of breath.. just before you pass out from lack of oxygen.. you catch a blurry sight of him pulling away, and his vile essence splatters over your weary features.
By the time you come to, he has moved on to the main course of his play. Sharp claws digging into your thighs as he ruts against your mercilessly.. the barbs are back, and your poor body registers every scrape and pull they create.
After an insurmountable amount of time.. he gives a glitching groan, and spills his lust at last. The weight of his body slumps against your back.. you can’t help the tears which fall, everything hurts.. but then again, you asked for this.. you asked for Error in heat.. and you received what you requested.
Later that day, Error unceremoniously drops a naked, bruised and battered, bleeding human before the desk.. but thankfully, they are still breathing.
A cry for assistance goes out, and the healers of the Parlor rush to your side, mending your wounds as best they can.. but your mental scars, will they ever recover?
A very morose Fey sits by your bed side when you awaken, gently she takes one of your bandaged hands.. she can’t look at you, not like this.
“I am so.. so sorry..” Her voice is distant, truly she would have done anything to save you from that.. but she could not stop what was in place, when the ink dried upon those pages of consent.
Notes:..I..I am very sorry for anyone who reads this.
Part nine of X is next after this, then my other Minseok request will be posted as well. I have yet another Minseok scenario already prepared from weeks ago, and a few others still in the works.
Stay tuned.
You were already crying.
You hadn't even said one word, and you were already crying.
EXO’s latest comeback had been especially hard on you and Minseok’s relationship. You hadn’t physically seen him in four months because of The Exo’rdium Tour, EXO-CBX’s Japanese debut, and the grand finale… Kokobop.
You had only been in a relationship with Minseok for a little over a year, so you weren’t used to the prolonged absences, missed dates, and apology bouquets that showed up at your office desk everyone once in a while, letting you know that Minseok had to miss another big event.
It was never just to be nice, to say ‘I love you’.
Minseok hadn't even told you he loved you, despite your mouth squeezing it in at the end of the phone calls that had become more and more rare.
Your boyfriend promised he would make it home tonight. You hoped to god he actually meant it because there wasn’t any way in hell you would be able to keep going like this just so you could end up crying in bed, alone, next to a phone that wasn’t going to ring no matter how much you wanted it to. Again.
The only sound within your shared apartment was the tapping noise that came from your foot colliding with the wood floor below you every time your leg bobbed up and down to expel the nerves pulsing throughout your body.
Minseok hadn’t walked through the front door since he left for Singapore at the beginning of April. Since then, he had either been working abroad or staying at the shared EXO dorm.
No matter where he was, it wasn’t with you.
You told yourself you weren't going to fake excitement when you saw your boyfriend. Usually, you wouldn't even have to fake it, but no amount of happiness could trump the anxiety and sadness and anger that had been festering inside of you.
Nothing he could do, nothing he could say, could mend what had been broken long ago.
The sound of keys jiggling behind the front door joined the tapping against the wood floor. You did not move from your seat on the couch.
Minseok let a sliver of light in from the hallway of the complex through in the crack in the door. You did not move from your seat on the couch.
The alarm was releasing a soft signal throughout the apartment, asking for the passcode both owners had agreed on. You did not move from your seat on the couch.
Your pupils dilated in an instant after Minseok flipped the lightswitch by the door, flooding the room with a harsh light that forced your eyes to squint, pushing out the tears that had pooled into a curtain behind your eyelids.
“Y/N? Why were you sitting in the dark?”
Your head slowly rose to allow your angered eyes to get a good look at Minseok’s own confused ones. Worried, even.
One.
“Are you alright, babe? Why are you crying?”
Two.
“Y/N. You’re scaring me.”
Three.
“We need to break up.”
There, you had said it. You had finally done what you had practically fantasized doing for months.
So why did you feel the need to sob? The need to be held and reassured and loved?
“Baby.” Minseok’s word pleaded for you to explain.
“Baby, you don’t mean that. You can’t mean that. I thought-”
“What did you think, Min? That everything was alright? That months without seeing my boyfriend would’ve flown over my head with no repercussions?”
“I warned you about this before we started going out,” Minseok reminded you, “I told you what came with dating an idol.”
“Well maybe I’m not cut out for dating an idol! I don’t want to date Xiumin, I want to date Minseok. Xiumin is all I see, all I hear about. He's the one I get updates on while it’s extremely rare for me to even get a phone call from Minseok.”
“I’m one person, Y/N, I’m always Minseok. Xiumin is just a name.”
“It’s way more than just a name, it’s the embodiment of your career. It carries more weight to it than I thought a few letters could and I don’t want to carry that weight on my shoulders anymore. No matter how long I hold the load up, it never gets easier.”
Your shaky legs forced you to stand so that you could be closer to Minseok’s level.
“Did you honestly think we were alright? Did you not realize something was up when I stopped trying to call you? Stopped leaving you a thousand messages like I used to, hoping you would fucking call me back for once?!”
Minseok took cautious steps towards you. Your body and mind allowed him to do as he wished. No matter how angry you were at the man standing in front of you, the man reaching his arms out to you, you still loved him.
You just loved your sanity a little bit more.
“I was convinced you just realized that was how things had to be, that you realized sometimes I’m just too busy to come to the phone.”
You scoffed at his words, finally taking a step away from his direction.
“That’s your excuse? You’re just too busy? I gave you endless chances to reach out to me, spend time with me, send me a single text and every single time you didn't take it and left me to curl up in a ball and cry at the floor of our shower.”
His face scrunched up in an expression you couldn't read.
“You cried? I made you-”
“Did you think I liked being ignored?”
You could feel the tears from your eyes drip onto your bare feet before rolling down the sides and onto the floor. You watched as Minseok’s eyes followed the flow from your own.
“I never… I wasn’t…” he took a deep breath.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, that was never my intention. I… Y/N I…”
“You what, Minseok? You really like me?”
Your arms crossed defensively in front of you, sending a message to Minseok.
Keep. Out.
“Y/N, I love you.”
“You’re just saying that so I don't break up with you,” you forced out.
“That’s not it,” he ran a frustrated hand through his hair, “I just haven’t had the chance to tell you.”
The couch shifted slightly because of the force form your butt sinking into one of the cushions.
“Wonder why that is,” you spat.
Minseok hesitantly took a seat next to you on the couch, making sure that your knee was touching his knee in order to test the waters.
“I promise to try better, baby. I’ll make sure to call you every night if I can, I’ll get the rest of the members down here to meet you, I’ll even tell SM. Just please,” he took a single hand in both of his, “don't give up on me.”
You wrapped your fingers around one of the hands that was cupping yours, pulling it upwards toward your face. You forced his arm upwards until your lips could comfortably make contact with the back of his hand, allowing you to place a soft kiss in the same spot.
“I’m sorry, Minseok.”
You watched as Minseok’s tears stained the couch below you two, unable to look back into his eyes.
Taichi and Koushiro’s relationship is one of my favorites in all of fiction. Whenever I feel down, they never fail to make me smile.
For this piece, I’ll focus on why I enjoy them as an endgame romance, but I’ll also talk a lot about their friendship. After all, they have one of the most beautiful friendships in Adventure.
If I boil it down to the essence, what I love about Taichi and Koushiro is that they represent this insatiable desire to learn and explore. I think that they have the most fun roles on the team; they’re the ones who get to say, “Let’s see everything there is to see in this Magical World!” That confidence combined with a genuine love for how beautiful the world is—it’s intoxicating to me. Their shared interest in their magical surroundings starts as a childlike curiosity, but over time it grows into a mature appreciation, leading them to both choose careers where they can continue to explore the Digital World.
Courage and curiosity go together and they go together so well. Not in the way that love and friendship go together; love and friendship are parallel mirrors. Courage and curiosity go together because they are essential to moving the story forward. I often call them “the relationship most important to the plot.” As the Adventure writers were developing complex group dynamics, they instinctively understood that they had to make the Driver and the Brain close friends. So that’s what Taichi and Koushiro became.
And they were such talented writers that they made this unlikely friendship seem entirely natural! This relationship is part of what humanizes Taichi and Koushiro beyond their designated group roles. We learn that Taichi is one of the most introspective and thoughtful characters. Meanwhile, Koushiro is shown to be one of the most impulsive characters! Taichi and Koushiro need to have such complex traits in order for their friendship to make sense. And their friendship has to make sense in order for us to be emotionally invested whenever the Protagonist and Exposition-Delivery-Boy talk about what to do next.
Taichi and Koushiro’s relationship is based on mutual respect, loyalty, and admiration. In spite of the apparent differences between a sporty extroverted goofball and a brainy introverted nerd, they have plenty in common to make them the best of friends and the strongest teammates. They were never going to become a canon couple. But they hold such potential and promise. The close friendship between two seemingly different personalities based on shared values is one of the most compelling. The fact that it is a friendship between the friendliest child and the shyest child makes it one of the most uplifting. Their relationship goes through several twists as they grow; why not let one of those twists be romantic? Doesn’t it suit the bearer of Courage and the bearer of Knowledge to break another barrier and become the queer endgame romance we want and deserve?
Well, I think so.
As for their moments, they have so many! I started to write about them and realized that I was being too ambitious. There’s more than I can fit in one post! So instead, I’ve summarized under the cut what I would like to write about in the future.
The beginning of their friendship, everything seen and unseen
Episodes 9 and 10 (absolutely critical for my understanding of their characters)
Finding their crests and the Pyramid episodes (a turning point)
The Picodevimon arc, including their star crossed conversation between two different dimensions
Everyone’s Favorite Scene in Vamdemon’s Castle (another turning point)
The Vamdemon Arc
The Dark Masters Arc, including parallels with the canon couple Sorato
Our War Game (God’s gift to us Taishiro fans)
Season 2
Epilogue
I apologize that this post isn’t as detailed as it could be. But the truth is that I have too much to say! And I really would like to write more about them! Thank you so much for your question. I have other commitments that I want to write about too, but I hope to keep returning to your prompt in the future, for my favorite non-canon couple in the world.
