Do any other bisexuals have certain shows where you would date every single castmember and character in a heartbeat???? like you’re looking at one guy like daaaammnn and then it cuts to a girl like DAAAAMMNN and it just goes on forever
Bring to life these ready-to-color pages filled with your favorite Big Bads and monsters in your own way in this follow-up to the Buffy the Vampire Slayer Adult Coloring Book. Forty-five original black and white illustrations give you the Chosen One and all the Scoobies, and a rogues gallery of the very worst and most interesting vampires, demons, witches, and more, interspersed with elements of magic, a little humor, and the heart of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Karl Moline, Georges Jeanty, Pablo Churin, Yishan Li, Newsha Ghasemi, Stephen Byrne, others; cover: Karl Moline.
Dark Horse to bring out a second Buffy Adult Coloring Book
Demons, horror, and fantasy fill this volume of original illustrations based on Joss Whedon’s cult-classic television series. Focused on their greatest foes, inside you’ll find heroes Buffy, Willow, Xander, and Giles, fighting to save the world from foes like The Master, Angelus, Spike, Drusilla, and other supernatural beasts and beings.
Bring to life these ready-to-color pages filled with your favorite Big Bads and monsters in your own way in this follow-up to the Buffy the Vampire Slayer Adult Coloring Book. Forty-five original black and white illustrations give you the Chosen One and all the Scoobies, and a rogues gallery of the very worst and most interesting vampires, demons, witches, and more, interspersed with elements of magic, a little humor, and the heart of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Buffy and the gang return in an all-new adult coloring book.
Features all-new art with an emphasis on creatures and bad guys.
All artwork is original and created explicitly for this official adult coloring book.
’ _______ wants to know what’s going on. ’
’ ________, what’s going on? ’
’ I don’t know. What’s going on, _______? ’
’ Wait a minute. Who wants to know? ’
’ How are those maggots? ’
’ You’re eating maggots. How do they taste? ’
’ Second shelf is mine. ’
’ Nobody touches the second shelf but me. ’
’ It is too late, my blood is in your veins. ’
’ Wait, wait. You have a TV? ’
’ No. I just like to read the TV Guide. ’
’ Read the TV Guide, you don’t need a TV. ’
’ If you try to stop us, or vamp out in any way, I’ll stake you without even thinking twice about it! ’
’ One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach; all the damn vampires. ’
’ Don’t ever invite a vampire into your house, you silly boy. ’
’ It renders you powerless. ’
’ Did you know that? ’
’ Of course. Everyone knows that. ’
’ What, you don’t like rice? ’
’ Now you know what we are, now you know what you are. ’
’ You’ll never grow old, ______, and you’ll never die. ’
’ It’s that girl from the boardwalk. Is she one of them? ’
’ And don’t tell me it doesn’t make her a bad person, ______. ’
’ Holy shit! It’s the attack of Eddie Munster! ’
’ It was all going to be so perfect, ______. ’
’ Great! The Bloodsucking Brady Bunch! ’
’ Just like one big, happy family. ’
’ So where’re we going? ’
’ So what’s the rush? You’re chasing that girl aren’t you? ’
’ Come on, admit it. ’
’ Come on, admit it. I’m at the mercy of your sex glands, bud. ’
’ Got a problem, guys? ’
’ Just scoping your civilian wardrobe. ’
’ Pretty cool, huh? ’
’ Where the hell are you from? Krypton? ’
’ You think you really know what’s happening here, don’t you? ’
’ Well, I’ll tell you something, you don’t know shit, buddy. ’
’ You think we just work at a comic book store for our folks, huh? ’
’ Actually, I thought it was a bakery. ’
’ This is just a cover; we’re dedicated to a higher purpose. ’
’ We’re fighters for truth, justice, and the American way. ’
’ Hey, anything around here that might pass for aftershave? ’
’ Yeah, yeah, let me try some of that. ’
’ How about some Windex, ________? ’
’ You have a big date tonight, ________? ’
’ Look at your reflection in the mirror. ’
’ You wait ‘till mom finds out, buddy! ’
’ My own brother/sister, a goddamn, shit-sucking vampire. ’
’ You’re a creature of the night, just like out of a comic book! ’
’ You did the right thing by calling us. ’
’ Does the sunlight freak him/her out? ’
’ Uh, he/she wears sunglasses in the house. ’
’ Bad breath, long fingernails? ’
’ Here’s what you do: get yourself a good sharp stake and drive it right through his heart. ’
’ You’d better get yourself a garlic T-shirt, buddy, or it’s your funeral. ’
’ This place has become a haven for the undead. ’
’ Kill your brother/sister, you’ll feel better. ’
’ Holy shit, Vampire Hotel. ’
’ What’s that smell? ’
’ Vampires, my friend, vampires. ’
’ We’re on the right trail. ’
’ Flies and the undead go together like bullets and guns. ’
’ We blew it, man, we lost it! ’
’ We unraveled in the face of the enemy! ’
’ It’s not our fault, they pulled a mind scramble on us! ’
’ They opened their eyes and talked! ’
’ We don’t ride with vampires. ’
’ Burn rubber does not mean warp speed! ’
’ Guys, we’re on our own. ’
’ Good, just the way we like it. ’
’ When a vampire bites it, it’s never a pretty sight. ’
’ No two bloodsuckers go the same way. ’
’ Death by stereo! ’
’ Shut up! ’
’ I nailed one of them downstairs with a bow and arrow. ’
’ We trashed the one that looks like Twisted Sister. ’
’ Totally annihilated his night-stalking ass! ’
’ We’re awesome monster bashers! ’
’ Death to all vampires! ’
’ Notice anything unusual about ______ yet? ’
’ No, it’s actually a pretty cool place… if you’re a Martian! ’
’ You guys sniffin’ on newsprint or somethin’? ’
’ If he’s dead, can we go back to Phoenix? ’
’ Do you know what it means when there’s no TV? - No MTV! ’
’ Are you freebasing, ______? Inquiring minds want to know. ’
’ There’s our number on the back. And pray you never need to call us. ’
’ I’ll pray I never need to call you. ’
’ Look, this isn’t a comic book, these guys are brutal killers. ’
’ Don’t kill me. I’m basically a good kid. ’
’ Haha! Garlic don’t work, boys! ’
’ Talk about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. ’
’ I haven’t changed my mind about that. ’
’ Come on, be one of us. ’
’ Initiation’s over. Time to join the club! ’
’ It’s so much better if you don’t fight. ’
’ Mom! Mom, no! Don’t do it, Mom! Mom, don’t do it! ’
’ I bet you hate garlic, dontcha!? ’
’ I like garlic! It’s just a little much! It’s raw garlic. ’
’ I can’t tell you. I don’t know how to help you. ’
’ What’s happening to me, _____? ’
’ Well, now, let me put it this way. ’
’ You just have to try and keep up. ’
’ Grab the rock box, kid! ’
’ What’d you do to my dog, you asshole? ’
’ You’re a vampire! I knew it! ’
’ So what are you? The Flying Nun? ’
’ You got carried away by a comic book? ’
’ It was a scary comic, mom. I’m sorry. ’
’ Have you been eating pizza? ’
’ Don’t kill anyone until we get back to you! ’
’ Come on. Vampires have such a rotten temper. ’
’ First come, first staked. ’
’ What was that? A little vampire humor? Well, it wasn’t funny! ’
’ Okay, where’s Nosferatu? ’
’ How much do you think we should charge them for this? ’
’ I gotta tell you something - it’s real important. ’
’ Look, there’s evidence on my sweater. ’
’ Hey! Smells good! When do we eat? ’
’ Right! Now we are going to have company again! ’
’ Are we going to have company again? ’
’ Is there any jobs around here? ’
’ Well, you’re the man of the house and I’m not coming in until you invite me. ’
’ I didn’t invite you this time, ______. ’
’ You’re invited. ’
’ Thanks very much. ’
’ How you doing? You must be, right? ’
Learning How to Love Chapter Five, Day Eight Part Four: Unworthy
Hello everyone, Happy Saturday! I’m so sorry I’m late, it’s been a bit of a rough week for me, but I have returned with a long new chapter! It’s more than 7000 words, so you might want to spare some time smh the thirst is real. I’d like to thank you all so much for being patient with me, and for those of you who were concerned about my health, I truly appreciate it!
In addition, thank you all for your responses to a potential little drabble about vampire Jumin, your responses were all so considerate and humorous! Since there was plenty of interest shown, one of my next updates will be about that, as I have already begun the process of writing it and I’m having so much fun. :)
As usual, thank you so much to all who have read/liked/reblogged/replied to my original posts. I am beyond grateful for all the wonderful reactions and excitement that followed my previous chapters. I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter!
Please don’t hesitate to let me know if you’d like me to tag you in future chapter posts, as I am more than happy to do so!
To those of you who haven’t read the first chapters and would like to, here are links to each:
Note: As always, MC will be referred to as MC in this story in the third person instead of blanks or Y/N. In addition, this story contains minor spoilers for Jumin’s route.
Our poor baby Juju is so hard on himself…
Chapter Five, Day Eight Part Four: Unworthy
“I have an idea,” MC said as she walked over to the bed, picking up her things and setting them aside to make room. She patted the spot beside her as she sat at the end, facing the television. “Why don’t we watch a movie?”
Jumin could only watch her unhurried movements with equal measures of confusion and apprehension. He had been almost certain that she would have been packing her things to leave as soon as physically possible, appalled and unsettled by his irrational behavior minutes prior.
“…A movie?” He asked, wondering if he had heard her right.
“Sure!” She chirped, sapphire eyes sparkling. “It sounds like it might be a little while until the chef comes, you said that Lydia was out of town for the night, right?”
He nodded, still shocked by her bright disposition. There was no revulsion or fear in her cheerful gaze, only affection and acceptance. She looked as if there was no place in this world she would be happier, that being here with him was an exceedingly natural arrangement despite everything. MC watched with joy as his tight expression eased a bit, his stiff shoulders relaxing.
“Then we have plenty of time! Unless you have work to do, of course.” She amended, unsure if he already had a task to complete when he arrived home. She knew last minute deviations from his mentally predetermined schedules would only unsettle him further, so it had to be his own voluntary decision to do otherwise.
She watched as he visibly deliberated, his eyes roaming about the room as if he was afraid to meet her patient gaze, afraid of what he’d find following the admission of his ineptitude.. “…No. I’m not certain I would be all that productive in this state anyway.” Sorry Jaehee, MC couldn’t help the immediate remorse she felt for placing more work on the poor woman, but he needs to heal if he’s going to start treating people better and be happier. I’ll make it up to you somehow.
“Jumin,” He still wouldn’t look up. “Please look at me.” She entreated, her voice low and soothing. After a moment, his head rose in her direction and his eyes widened at the gentle look that met him. “It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with taking a break when you need it.”
She patted the spot beside her again. “It doesn’t have to be a movie or a show, we can just sit and play music if you want, or read. Whatever makes you feel at ease.”
After a moment’s hesitation, he began to walk to her slowly, like a frightened deer approaching a stranger’s outstretched hand. When he reached the bed, he sat a foot away as she faced the television, giving her the appropriate space a gentleman would.
“A movie sounds fine.” He muttered, fiddling with his cuff links as she picked up the remote.
“Hm…” She said as she flipped through the options before turning to him, curious. “What do you usually like to watch?”
Jumin shrugged. “I rarely ever watch anything. You can go ahead and pick something that you would enjoy.”
MC wracked her brain for a moment, trying to think of the few things she had liked to watch in the past that might prove interesting to him. Until a match struck her so hard she had to withhold a sly smile.
“I’ve got just the thing!” She enthused, moving to the on demand BBC channel. Jumin jumped lightly at her outburst, his head snapping to hers with a brow raised as he took in her sudden excited swaying. Perhaps something like this could hearten his overwhelmed mind, distracting him with its intricacy, wit, and relatable protagonist. Despite the fact that she had already watched every episode, the show was engaging and well-structured enough to be seen over and over and glean new insights. So she settled in, hugging her legs to her chest and laying her head on her knees as she listened to the familiar introductory tune of crashing drums, underlying piano rhythms, and crescendoing violins.
“Sherlock…?” He asked as the letters made themselves visible across the screen.
As the show went on, showcasing its ironic humor and exceedingly clever execution, she stole glances at his face as it progressed. Her gaze slid to his form and watched as he went from a brow raised in uninterested skepticism as he leaned back, to a huffed chuckle as soon as Watson entered, and then to eyes widened in suspense, his gaze laser-focused on the screen as he watched the final minutes with increasing anticipation. About an hour into the episode Jaehee had appeared in the messenger, MC’s phone blinking gold. She turned down the screen brightness so that she wouldn’t distract Jumin, but he was so engrossed he hadn’t even noticed her texting.
Despite Jaehee’s generous consideration of Jumin’s situation and her surprise that MC was still at his home, there was clear frustration in her messages as she explained his refusal to pick up his phone. MC reasoned that it would probably be wisest for her to remain with him due to his lingering anxiety, and expressed her own shock that he hadn’t picked up his calls. Though MC hadn’t seen him use or take out his phone since he returned, she had no idea he was blatantly ignoring both Jaehee and Director Han’s efforts to reach him.
She couldn’t say it was altogether unexpected, however. He was having a hard enough time trying to keep his fear of abandonment at bay; discussing two women who were threatening to coerce him into marriage was more than he could handle right now. And even if he didn’t know Director Han’s or Jaehee’s intentions she knew that the weight of their silent expectations, looming over him and waiting to inflict outraged disapproval, was enough for him to recoil at the sight of his own phone. Jaehee also expressed concern, like every other member of the RFA, regarding whether or not Jumin had been treating MC with the proper respect during her elongated stay; likely due to his general lack of social experience and interaction. Touched as she was, MC repeated like the broken record she was becoming that he just needed more time, that he was indeed treating her right, and that it was her own decision to stay. Unwilling to be interrogated about it further, MC asked about more pressing matters like how work was going without Jumin. She was relieved to hear that things weren’t falling apart as a result of his recent incapacitation, and that Jaehee was mostly trying to contact him about a recent discovery she had made regarding Sarah and Glam Choi.
Knowing that Jumin may not be receptive to the idea of calling anyone right now, MC asked Jaehee if she could simply relay the information to him. To which Jaehee hesitated, stating apologetically that it was confidential company business. She asked if MC could ask Jumin to call her instead, and MC agreed with some measure of reluctance. She didn’t want to disappoint Jaehee, but she also didn’t want to pressure Jumin into anything he didn’t want to do, especially as of now.
It then occurred to Jaehee that MC needed to complete the preparations for the party in three days before it was too late. But MC assured her that Jumin had promised to send her back to Rika’s apartment to finish her tasks, unperturbed enough to satisfy her. When Jaehee returned to work, MC made sure to remind the woman to eat well and take care of her health regardless of how busy she was, worried that the stress was getting to her. The sentiment was reciprocated before Jaehee left the messenger with lingering dismay.
Not long after, Yoosung appeared as well, detailing his stay in Seven’s strange home to assist him with some unknown plan. Though Yoosung didn’t know enough about Seven’s designs to explain to MC, he did ask if Jumin was treating her right. MC admitted he was somewhat unstable, but asserted that he was making a genuine effort to reign in his overwhelming thoughts and feelings. Yoosung also expressed concern regarding Jumin’s sudden detachment to Elizabeth the Third, but was quickly assuaged when MC elaborated that it was a result of Jumin’s realization that his love for the cat went beyond what was reasonable. His newfound ability to understand that resulted in him having a more normal level of affection for Elizabeth as his pet; along with an acute unease that he had mistreated the creature and would continue to do so.
When she impetuously looked over at Jumin’s still, enthralled countenance for a moment she couldn’t help but find his sincere concern for all of the planet’s creatures adorable. Sure there was a level of practicality to that thought process, but there was also compassion in it too: the belief that every sentient being had the right to basic decency and heartfelt care. Regardless of how little of the latter he had received in his lifetime, it seemed.
Yoosung did make a valid point in stating that Jumin might have difficulty dissociating love from ownership; what with his father’s inability to set a healthy example of a relationship and all the women in his life intimating with their behavior that love meant control and ownership. She agreed to communicate with Jumin about that as much as possible, confident it could be accomplished with gentle coaxing in the right direction and level-headed reminders whenever he became too forceful or insistent.
It was then that Seven called Yoosung back into his room though Yoosung claimed that it was likely a false alarm, as Seven did so several times only to send him back to playing LOLOL and eating Honey Buddha Chips in the other room indefinitely. MC sympathized and wished him luck, appreciating his optimism and kind, well-meaning insight before they shared farewells.
MC then left her phone face down with no intention of opening it again, focusing her attention on Jumin. When MC’s eyes returned to the screen she saw that the episode was minutes away from the end, waiting as the final scene played and the credits started rolling before turning to him. He appeared fascinated despite the blank look on his face; leaning towards the screen, expectant.
“Want to watch the next episode, too?”
He blinked, “I don’t know…” he said as he noticed the duration of each episode.
She settled on a compromise, knowing that he would probably be more receptive to a logical arrangement. “How about we watch one more and then start getting ready for dinner? How much longer before the chef is here?”
Jumin reached into his pocket and opened his phone, bleak fatigue transforming his eyes into the dull silver of a beloved pendant, one that was lost and left to languish in perpetual obscurity. The neutral line of his mouth became a severe frown, swiping apathetically at the sight of his missed calls as if they were meaningless notifications. Instead she watched as he texted the chef, looking back up to her when he received a reply.
“The rain is making traffic abysmal. He will not be here for another two, perhaps three, hours.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with a forefinger and thumb as if to ward away an impending headache. “I left you alone all day, and can’t even schedule dinner at a reasonable time. I’m so sorry about all this, it seems I can’t do much of anything right.” She knew this was about more than just his late arrival and inability to provide a meal at the advised time of consumption. It was about his father’s unfair disappointment in him for deciding his own path to happiness and Elizabeth’s decision to run away. It was about the fact that no matter how hard he tried, at the end of the day he felt like a failure. And nobody bothered to tell him otherwise.
“Don’t say that,” She entreated as she scooched over to where he sat, pulling away the hand that was now covering his face. Downcast eyes met hers, desolate and hopeless. “You can’t control the fact that it’s raining outside or that there’s always ridiculous traffic in this city.” She gestured to the enormous windows, the distant specks of countless car headlights drowning in the smearing raindrops visible from afar. “You’re not a failure.”
She gained momentum as she went on, unable to stop herself now that she had begun.
“And there’s no way you could have anticipated Elizabeth the Third’s disappearance, and I say disappearance because I’m not convinced she ran away.” She clarified before he could correct her. “Or the fact that your father imposes what he thinks is best on you, just like any frightened parent does sometimes.” His gaze strayed to his phone, unable to deny what she had said but also unconvinced of his lack of accountability.
She stood from the bed and walked to where he was sitting upright, cupping his face in her hands since she was only tall enough from this vantage point. She tilted his head up to look at her with a slow, cautious pull so as not to startle him. Her smile was soft as she brushed back the ebony hair that fringed his left eye with a careful, fond movement. Smooth fingers stroked his cheeks, with rhythmic sweeps of her thumbs as she watched the creased element of his expression ease, his entire body leaning into her gentle touch without thinking. He’d never been handled with such deliberate care, as if he were one of those windblown glass figurines his mother had safeguarded in her enormous antique cabinet.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You know how hard you’re trying to make amends in the way you believe is right, and so do I. What they think they know about you doesn’t matter. You know yourself and what you need, and nobody has any right to dictate that for you.” She said with the utmost conviction, hoping her firm solidarity would bolster his resolve before she returned to her silvery appeal.
“It’s okay to ask for help sometimes. It doesn’t make you weak, it makes you human. And you’re allowed to make mistakes along the way; you’re allowed to be imperfect.”
He stared back at her with a mixture of dazed wonder and disbelief, his eyes searching her features, wondering when she would tell him that she couldn’t stand him anymore, or that she just wanted something from him; that this was all a game. But she didn’t. Instead she leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead, the feather-light touch infusing him with more warmth than he had ever known all his life before she hugged him to her.
“Please, don’t hate the person I’ve come to befriend and like so much. Especially when he’s taken such good care of me when he had no reason to invite me into his home or look after me, even when he’s had countless things on his mind and lost so much since he met me.” She murmured as his arms lifted to encircle her waist tightly, holding her close and hiding himself in the breadth of her clothed stomach as she continued to embrace his shoulders. She caressed his hair, running her fingers through the silky strands as she granted him as much time as he needed to take everything in.
She wasn’t sure how long they stayed that way, her hands eventually moving down to smooth over the broad expanse of his back and him holding her close with little intention of letting her go. Part of her had to wonder how long it had been since somebody simply hugged him before she entered his life, how long he had needed somebody to tell him the world wouldn’t end if he wasn’t perfect.
It was the jarring vibration of his phone, another message from the chef, that made him sigh and let go. He offered a small, apologetic curve of his lips as he reached for the device.
“Good news,” Jumin explained, his shoulders lowering as he let out a long exhale. “Traffic is moving quicker than he thought. We have about an hour before he arrives. Would you like to use the lavatory first?” He asked, gesturing to the door across the way.
“Yes, thank you.” MC said with a nod, moving to the closet to gather the spare change of clothes Jumin had bought for her before moving to the bathroom.
As soon as she closed the door, she put her bundle down on the countertop and let her head fall into her hands. You idiot, you need to take things slow or he’ll get the wrong idea. She chastised herself, conflicted. But he just looked so distraught…
She shook her head forcefully at the thought, reminding herself that there were greater things at stake here; like a man’s lifelong emotional well-being.
After taking a quick but thorough shower, she donned the crimson dress lined with elegant black lace and smoothed the fabric over her legs, feeling nervous. She didn’t even want to know how much he spent on the ensemble as she slipped on the black heels, certain it was a ludicrous amount that would just make her want to put everything back in the closet before she ruined them. A princess deserves nothing less, she could hear him coo now. Sometimes she wondered, with no shortage of fond amusement, whether he had been raised in this century or one long past.
She also noticed with a measure of relief that the only extraneous additions to the little pile were a modest tube of lipstick and coco chanel perfume, subtle yet classy. She personally wasn’t one for an overwhelming number of cosmetics herself, just a touch of rouge to make her lips stand out and a pleasant fragrance.
She was double-checking her appearance in the mirror when Zen had a small ultimatum in the messenger before she exited the bathroom, outraged that MC was still comforting Jumin and ready to barge into the penthouse to demand her freedom. MC immediately protested and was grateful to Jaehee for joining in, advising him against the idea as well when she entered the messenger after a long day’s work. Instead, Jaehee volunteered to check on MC to ascertain her safety and touch base with Jumin, if not to avoid a potential disaster. Both MC and Zen agreed and advised Jaehee to be safe before they all exited the chat, even though it was clear Zen had persistent misgivings no matter their reassurances.
Not a second later, Jumin sent MC a text asking her to put her hair up in a princess braid; two separate braids starting at the edges of her forehead and pulled back over the rest of her hair to mimic a crown. With a shrug, she used the hair ties that he indicated were in the drawer specifically for her use and engaged in the simple task, using the mirror to line everything up and make sure her hair remained smooth and even.
When she was satisfied that she looked decent and the apocalypse would not come early, she stepped out into the hallway and made her way to the dining room. Jumin was already waiting for her when she peeked around the corner, standing behind the chair he had pulled out at the far end of the table. His usual striped ensemble of black and white was substituted tonight for a navy vest and azure dress shirt, complementing and brightening his pallor. The shades of blue were masterfully coupled with a lustrous silver tie and neatly tucked handkerchief, accentuating his captivating eyes as they landed on her, equally luminous. He was a sight to behold.
He must have grown impatient and utilized the bathroom in his own room to prepare, that or the chef had arrived prematurely. With measured steps she walked over hoping she wouldn’t embarrass herself, a little shy due to her unfamiliarity with such luxury. He watched her with an intense, steady gaze; taking each part of her in with enthralled satisfaction. Though he did note her hesitance with growing dismay, hoping he hadn’t upset her by asking her to wear the things he bought and wear her hair up as he had indicated. It wasn’t that she wasn’t breathtaking otherwise, he simply liked giving her things to adorn her already alluring features.
He was relieved when MC granted him a tentative smile as she approached his position about a foot away. Returning it with a small one of his own, he gestured for her to sit and pushed in the chair before moving to the other side. As MC took in the display she noticed it was laid out with accommodations more suitable for royalty than a common girl like her: two glasses filled with French wine hundreds of years old and a name she was incapable of pronouncing, a diamond encrusted vase filled with a modest number of roses, a white tablecloth with silver embellishments, and the low beckoning of a violin concerto filled with poignant tension and enchantment creating a charming ambiance.
This man never did anything by halves, did he?
MC took in the bouquet of fresh crimson roses with immediate fascination, resisting the urge to reach out and press a velvet petal between her fingertips, relishing in the sensation. She had never seen such pristine roses, as the flowers tended to be sensitive and prone to disease; she wondered where they came from. She admired the intricacy of the twisting petals, the scarlet hue growing darker and darker the closer it approached the center until the color resembled blood. It reminded her of the days her father bought roses for her and her mother on Valentine’s Day every year, always claiming that there were two important women in his life, not one. The memory made her grin before her face fell, remembering that she couldn’t contact her family for a few more days. At least, according to V, until the party was over and she was no longer a liability. They must have been worried sick about her…
Jumin misconstrued her momentary melancholy as he noticed her lack of response to the food placed in front of her minutes ago, unaware that she was simply distracted. “This is a late meal. I’m sorry.”
She blinked, returning to the moment at hand at the sound of his voice. What was she doing? She wasn’t alone. Jumin was here now, and it wasn’t as though she would never see her family ever again. The was no point in lamenting time lost with them, because it was time she had otherwise gained with Jumin despite the infinitesimal odds that they would ever meet.
“No, not at all. It’s all right.” She reassured, eating if only to placate him as she had eaten well that afternoon. Her meal was, admittedly, cooked and seasoned to perfection just like everything else she had consumed during her stay. But she had to wonder where the entire RFA got the strange habit of demanding whether or not their loved ones had eaten. It was incredibly sweet, but also a little bizarre and off-putting at times.
“How is the food? It’s veal. I hope it suits your palate.” She nodded, unperturbed either way as she couldn’t really tell the difference while he took a sip of his wine. To savor it or steady himself, even he couldn’t be sure. As he placed the glass down in a practiced motion, he noticed her head turning in the direction of the gorgeous melody as soon as it swelled, curious eyes seeking out the veritable euphony.
“This violin piece….Did you know? It’s a waltz called ‘I want you’ written in 1903 France.” Ah, her old friend Jumin No Chill Han was surfacing. She stifled an amused grin at his attempt at subtle flirting. He was about as subtle as a stampede of elephants, and it was adorable.
Regardless, she had to concede that the tune was captivating and his execution did nothing to lessen the heat that rose to her cheeks at his intensity. It would be inappropriate to fan herself, right? Right. Focus, MC. “It’s beautiful,” MC murmured as an avid lover of music, especially the violin.
His answering smile was pleased, delighted to find something in common. “If you like it, why don’t we go to an orchestra concert that plays this piece next time?”
MC nodded enthusiastically, expression alight. The prospect was exciting, as she had never been able to afford the luxury of live performances in her life. Every rare opportunity she had been able to seize in school that involved professional instrumentalists left her enraptured, responding to the moving elements within each composition with either tears, awe, or laughter. Exquisite joy saturated each of those experiences; the memories lingering in vivid color and clarity in her mind.
At the sight of her ardor, he sighed blissfully. “…It’s perfect. This music, these fresh flowers, this perfectly paired wine, and you in front of my eyes.” Contentment softened his features as he gazed at her, insatiable as he took in her animated mien. “The dress I chose, the perfect lip color for your skin, the hairstyle that reveals your ears… I love your ears. They are very cute. And your eyebrows, your nails. You are beautiful throughout, but it’s the details that get to me.” She flushed as he admired her, every word heavy with sincerity and adoration. Unlike the other men in her life who had observed her with romantic intent, his sharp eyes were not an invasion so much as a light, appreciative caress. Instead of focusing on the features that appealed to him, he took in every part of her with equal desire, accepting her as she was. She lowered her head to try and hide behind her hair, nervous and timid when it came to her physical appearance. She knew she was only average in beauty and stature, regardless of the fact that Jumin didn’t seem to care. He could have any woman he wanted, someone with a figure like Sarah’s for instance.
He misinterpreted her shy disposition as discomfort and immediately returned to his urbane demeanor, his gaze falling. “Oh, I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable. I’m just so happy. I got a bit too excited.” He admitted, his remorse tinged with good-natured euphoria.
As much as she appreciated his earnest compliments, his sudden fervor was sobering. It made her remember that she needed to keep this as platonic as possible. She couldn’t just let him forget his responsibilities or let him set aside the complicated nature of sorting out his feelings for the sake of initiating a romantic relationship while he was still emotionally compromised. “…Thank you for this nice meal. But I can’t help but worry about Elizabeth.”
“Worried? That’s why you didn’t look too happy.” His brows furrowed and he sighed through his nose, frowning. It was clear he was trying not to think about the cat in the hopes of warding away his fear and avoiding his previous loss of control. “Elizabeth the Third…We’ll find her. I plan to increase the recompense by ten times if things get too delayed.”
He looked away as he went on, his eyes roaming around the room. It was clear he was distraught by the following possibility but knew by his infallible, systematic logic that it was a feasible result of Elizabeth the Third’s disappearance. “If we can’t find her until tomorrow…it might be that someone else has taken her in. It’s my fault that she left this house. But…” He shook his head, looking back to her with a rueful half-smile. “MC. If you keep thinking about the cat that’s run off, you’ll only feel more sad.” He murmured, as if he couldn’t bear to say Elizabeth’s name again or the thought of MC being upset. “What’s important right now is us. The cat won’t come back just because we’re sad…” His serious disposition morphed into that rare boyish smile, a bit of bashfulness creeping into his eager expression. “Is there any way I can make you smile?” He asked, as if there was nothing else he wanted more in the world.
When she made no move to reply, shocked and only able to blink at him, he continued. “Oh, right. I have some good news.” He was grave once again while she was still rendered speechless by the spontaneous request, her innards turning to mush at how sweet he could be. “I called my father today and we’re going to meet tomorrow. I plan to end all discussions of marriage.” He said firmly, the line of his mouth severe. “I plan to tell him about how that woman barged in here this morning and tried to play me. I’ll also show him the personal credit reports Assistant Kang found.” If she hadn’t known the way his eyes hardened to granite when he was agitated, she would have assumed by his cool, apathetic breakdown of evidence that he was nothing more than bored. “If the discussion goes well, my father and I will be good again.” He sighed, as if it was too much to hope after his previous attempts to reason with the man. “If my father is back on my side just like before…those women won’t be able to bother me any further. And they’ll never be able to touch you.” His expression darkened at the very notion of Sarah or Glam Choi approaching MC, grim and implacable.
For a moment, MC had to wonder why anyone other than Zen thought it a trifling matter to make an enemy of Jumin Han.
She watched him take another slow pull of his wine, as if to wash away the thought as his belligerence eased. “Everything will go back to the way it was once we find Elizabeth the Third, the hacker threat is gone, and those women are no longer around us.” He concluded. The thought likely gave him some measure of peace in such trying times, despite the low probability that things would be resolved so easily.
He was only forgetting one thing. There was still the matter of the RFA party. “But first, I think I might have to go home to prepare for the party…What do you think?” MC queried, actively including him in the decision this time to diminish the explosive fear that had surfaced hours ago.
His face puckered at the reminder. “Oh…right. I have to send you back for the party. The place you’re returning to is a secret location, so I won’t be able to send my bodyguards…” Unease flashed across his face. The inability to ascertain her safety, especially while he was apart from her, was beyond troubling. “But I’ll call V and figure something out.” He promised, acknowledging that some compromise had to be made as the party’s execution was essential.
“How about…” He proposed, looking hopeful as he looked at her from beneath his lashes, forlorn. “you return home the day after tomorrow and not tomorrow?”
But MC held her ground. He needed to grow comfortable with the idea of basic separation if they were ever going to be able to foster a healthy relationship one day. He needed to become confident in her ability to return to him safe and sound as she went about her daily life, and her desire to return to him of her own volition. “I still think I should return as soon as possible…” She hedged, fiddling with a thread sticking out of the lace additions of her dress.
“I want to spend more time with you…” He murmured, crestfallen. The words were a flowing supplication as he stared at her, an undiluted reflection of his thoughts as he was gripped by the perpetual fear that she would vanish right before his eyes if he so much as looked away. “But that’s not what’s important now.” He eventually conceded, knowing her protection mattered more than anything he might like. Even if he couldn’t see her, even if she never wanted to see him again after she inevitably left this place, he wanted her smile to be safe. “We might need more time to ensure that you’re properly safeguarded. Please believe me on this. A day will be enough to prepare for the party. I will have my people help if necessary.” He assured, already making a mental list of coworkers at the office that would be able to lend a hand.
“Instead, let’s talk about how far along the preparations are once we finish eating. We’ll manage to find a solution. I’ve already held the party twice, so I’ll be able to help you. I promise I’ll send you back to Rika’s apartment before the party.” Despite the pragmatic nature of his explanation, it wasn’t like when he had spoken to Sarah. The logic was infused with sincerity and care, looking to her with every intention of keeping his word and lending a hand.
“But… until you return,” He added, his eyes falling to the table as he started fiddling with his cufflinks. “Please remain in this building and be safe. I told you before… but I’m scared that you will disappear forever if you leave my sight.” His voice was quiet, as if he knew he was being unreasonable and hated himself for it, but didn’t know any other way to retain his sanity right now.
He looked so conflicted, sitting there with his brows furrowed and his lips pursed, before he suddenly dropped his hands and looked up. “Can you…understand how I feel?” He struggled to ask, hope and torment swirling in his stormy eyes. They spoke of a desperation to be understood in a world that had simply put him in a neat box titled rich control freak and set him aside.
“I do understand…” She murmured as she peered right back, her sympathetic gaze patient and gentle at the sight of his genuine anguish. He looked into the oceanic depths of her eyes and never thought he could enjoy drowning so much, engulfed by a wealth of understanding and tenderness. It made him want to believe that he wouldn’t be betrayed or left alone again, that maybe he could try if she remained by his side.
He granted her a repentant smile, fully aware that he was being irrational and unable to help it, but grateful for her compassion nonetheless. “Thank you for trying to understand. To return your kindness…I’ll try to ensure your safety so that you can return as soon as possible.” His gaze fell as he fiddled with his cufflinks again. “I’m sorry about earlier…I couldn’t control my emotions. I shouldn’t have blocked you and talked to you so forcefully. I don’t want to restrain you…that’s not very democratic.” Disapproval laced his words, ashamed of himself as he continued to apologize for the hundredth time that evening. “But I hope you don’t consider everything to be a restraint. I want to believe you’re here…because you understand how much I worry.” He tried to sound hopeful, but the attempt was brittle, falling apart even as he spoke. As if even he knew the prospect was preposterous, that nobody could ever feel that way after what he’d done.
MC wasn’t as distressed as he might have feared what with the knowledge of his intentions and hardships. Not to mention the fact that he always explained himself and worked to ascertain her happiness above all else. Considering the circumstances, he had been more than fair and benevolent during her stay.
And he was forgetting the most important element of their situation. She had decided to stay in the penthouse of her own free will, enjoying the time she spent with him and supporting him just as she would anybody that was important to her. If she was truly so uncomfortable or bent on leaving, she could have easily asked Zen to help her or call the police. Even simpler, she could have walked right out the door when Jumin left on his errands, losing the guards on the path to her escape. She had simply chosen not to.
MC nodded without hesitation. “Of course. I’m also here because I’m worried about you losing Elizabeth.”
His fingers froze, his eyes wide. “Thank you,” was all he managed to say as he blinked at her.
After a moment he seemed to find his voice again, suffused with a relief so great that it rivaled a desert explorer discovering an uncharted oasis. “Although you may not understand the worries and fears I have to some extent…it’s enough that you’re thinking of me.” She agreed that she might not fully understand everything, but she was more than willing to try. Anything to be able to see that radiant look on his face, moved by her efforts and mollified beyond measure.
But the enchantment soon ebbed, swallowed by festering guilt. He let the tip of his forefinger trace the rim of his wineglass as he spoke. “I don’t feel so good about this either. It’s as if I’ve locked you in here.” He pursed his lips, staring into the depths of its contents before he returned his gaze to her, mildly assuaged by whatever answer he had detected in the violet ripples.
“But I at least want you to be happy while you’re here. There are more places you can visit inside this building than you think. There’s a gym on the seventh floor, and there’s a mini garden on the rooftop. It’s a nice place to go for a walk under the sun. On the first floor is the lounge cafe and restaurant, and in the basement, there’s a shop with imported goods. I think there’s also an antique shop.” His eyes rose the ceiling as he deliberated, trying to remember all the places he had seen and gone to within the building.
“There are a lot of people there so I rarely go. If you want to be around more people, then that’s a good place. Of course, my bodyguards will be with you.” Though she considered the requirement a little unnecessary, she acknowledged that she was in an unfamiliar building while plenty of people were potentially after her right now. Better to be safe than sorry, especially if it would put Jumin at ease when she was out of his sight and make him more willing to grant her freedom. “I rarely leave the building when I don’t have work scheduled… so you’ll be able to do everything here.” He reassured, still listing logical benefits of staying. She had a feeling she knew exactly where he was going with this, but she didn’t want to interrupt him, knowing that this was just as much for him as it was for her.
And as much as she appreciated the silent peace of his home, he needed to get out and see the world a little more. If they ever started dating, she would make sure to take him to engaging places outside of the penthouse now and then for some wholesome fun.
“When you’re hungry you can call the chefs as I just did now. They’ll make anything you want. If you want to work out, you can go to the seventh floor and call for a trainer. If you want to listen to music, I can invite a famous ensemble member. I can also call for a mini-orchestra to come here right way. The big orchestras require that you book at least a week in advance. There’s a music hall on the second floor, so they will be playing there. The best wine that suits your palate, the most luxurious items of your taste…” His descriptions petered out to reveal his primary motive for telling her all this, though it was nice to know about the available facilities for future reference. “Anything is possible in this place where we are together…”
His wandering gaze suddenly zeroed on hers. “So please don’t think it’s boring to stay here. Please, stay with me here at my home.” He implored, as if he was sure he wasn’t reason enough for her to choose to stay. Oh silly Jumin, she wanted to murmur, you didn’t have to tell me about the penthouse’s impressive facilities to persuade me to stay. After all, it isn’t hard to guess at your wealth or resources. Being with you is more than enough, you could live in a damn paper box for all I care.
But before she could offer reassurance, there was a knock on the door.
“Just a moment.” Jumin paused at the sound, his reticence returning as he regarded his employee’s cautious entrance.
“Mr. Han, sir…” Though the guard did his best to remain professional and unfazed, there was an underlying discomfort to the way he addressed Jumin.
Jumin looked up with a neutral expression, his tone flat. “What is it?”
“Chief Assistant Kang is here to see you, sir.”
“I can’t see her right now. Tell her to send me an email if she needs anything.” He replied without a moment’s indecision, turning away from the guard to refocus on MC. Sorry Jaehee, but I had a feeling this would happen. I’m not sure we can nudge him out of what’s left of his comfort zone right now…
“Yes, sir.” The guard showed himself out and MC tried not to be embarrassed by how awkward this must have been for the poor man. She couldn’t imagine the number of strange situations Jumin had put his guards through over the years with that constant nonplussed demeanor; she would have to ask them about it if she ever had an opportunity in the future.
MC tried to make another appeal on behalf of the poor assistant, wishing she could do more to help. “Jaehee said in the messenger that she’s coming here…Can’t we see her?”
But he shook his head, unwilling to think about work or whatever Jaehee had on Sarah and Glam Choi. All he wanted was to enjoy MC’s company and the absolute calm she managed to coax from his jumbled mind, to revel in the soothing balm that was her unobtrusive presence. “I don’t want anyone to interfere with this perfect moment, I want to focus on you. We will continue our dinner…”
Upon saying so he noticed that they were both more or less finished, rising from his chair to address the chef in the kitchen. “I’ll have to check the dessert menu.”
Grossery store announcer voice: Attention shoppers! Garlic is 2 for 1 until sun up! Haha, just kidding folks, little vampire humor there. But check out our steak selection… that’s s-t-e-a-k, not s-t-a-k-e.
This is supposed to be posted on her bday, but i couldn’t finished it in time. haha o well. i think today timing is more fitting, anyway. :) Happy Belated Birthday, chezchuckles/Laura/writingwell! Thank you for all the stories you wrote (fic or no fic, everything <3)!
Let’s read, people! :D
Fences by Laura Bontrager
written by seilleanmor and chezchuckles
Flunitrazepam (“An argument between them causes Castle to give Beckett the silent treatment. References to Target/Hunt, Lives of Others, Squab, and Still. Watershed has not happened.”)
written by beautyofsorrow and chezchuckles
Hang Me Out To Dry (a post ep for 6x03- Need to Know. Warning: Some spoilers for the Frozen Heat and Deadly Heat books.)
written by by chezchuckles, FanficwriterGHC, International08, JeuxDeVagues,Sandiane Carter, and Topsy:
Mr Smith Goes to Washington (AU. “After Beckett is shot, Mr Smith enters the picture to ‘save the day.’ But who is Mr. Smith and what is he to Beckett and Castle?”)
written by Topsy & chezchuckles:
Acquainted With the Night (“While Beckett has been struggling with PTSD, with becoming more, Castle has been struggling as well.”)
written by Cora Clavia & Sandiane Carter & chezchuckles:
Bringing Sexy Back (Romance/Humor. “Fantasies become reality.”)
written by Kate Christie and chezchuckles
Zeroing In (5x10-Significant Others. “Beckett has dinner with Meredith.”)
written by Cartographical, chezchuckles, and muppet47:
So One Man (Angst/AU. Something of a post-ep for 5x13 Recoil. 'As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another.’)
written by Sandiane Carter & chezchuckles:
Bucket List (Romance. Chapter 9b is Bucket List in Paris, posted separately, and to be read before Chapter 10. Bucket List in Paris by Cartographical, Sandiane Carter, and chezchuckles) —> Bucket List Xmas companion story from Castle Christmas Special Chap. 19 & 20
One Hundred Days of Summer (after 4x23. “How Kate Beckett and Rick Castle spend their summer”) —> One Hundred Days of Summer Xmas companion story from Castle Christmas Special chap. 11 & 12
John Doe (“The title says it all. Co-authored by Sandiane Carter and chezchuckles. Spoilers for season four, but as you will see, quite a lot of it is…missing.”) —> John Doe Xmas companion story from Castle Christmas Special chp. 4
Convection (Romance.“Heat Rises Spoilers! Kate reads Castle’s latest novel and has some questions for him. "Heat, like work, is energy in transit.”“) —> Convection Xmas companion story from Castle Christmas Special chp. 8 & 9
A Better Fate (and 2 chap M-rated interlude (after chapter10 and after chapter 13): A Better Fate: Interlude by Sandiane Carter”)
Love Boat (”Beckett and Castle are assigned to work a case undercover“)
Plus One (post-ep 4x11 "Till Death Do Us Part.”)
Lost in Translation (Romance. “Sometimes the words just get in the way.”)
The Siege (Romance/angst/romance. s4premiere. “Castle has a plan to take down that wall. After three days, love will rise again.
- Ghost on the Canvas (AU.SPOILERS for Boom! from Season Two. Beckett has a sister) - Stop Haunting Me (Sequel to Ghost on the Canvas) - Heartlines (Sequel to Stop Haunting Me) - Winter Is Coming (A Beth Companion)
Little Lion Man (”A babyfic for Mother’s Day. The way Kate Beckett and Rick Castle have been tamed.“) —> Little Lion Man Xmas companion story from Castle Christmas Special chap. 13 & 14
This Is the Dreamworld (AU. 6x02 - dreamworld. Content Warning for Corgis) —> This is the Dreamworld Xmas companion story from Castle Christmas Special chap. 10
Mad World (around s4. "The dreams in which I’m dying…”)
Vice (“Beckett is a uniform on the Vice squad at the 12th. It’s five years before the season one meeting”) —> Vice Xmas companion story from Castle Christmas Special chp. 1-3
Ultimatum (From the video by yamakiluv. “Castle is given an ultimatum: the file for Beckett’s life. AU Future.”) -> the elephant pic
The Double Edged Sword (drama/hurt/comfort/friendship/romance/idk haha. After s3 finale. “Recovery Kate! discovers some interesting scenes on Castle’s laptop as she’s holed up in his guest room”)
Skip the Charades (Romance/Drama. Mid-season 4. “Kate has recovered, but Castle has not. Alexis plans for Stanford while Castle and Beckett still work on her mother’s case”)
EPISODE BASED/EPS-SPEC/POST EPS :
Take Up Your Cross (6x09 - Disciple)
Stand Guard (6x07 - Like Father, Like Daughter)
The UnNatural Order (6x06 - Get a Clue)
Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (6x05 - Time Will Tell)
First Day Jitters (6x04 - Number One Fan)
Parallel Play (6x01/6x02 - Valkyrie/Dreamworld)
What’s In a Name? (6x01/6x02 - Valkyrie/Dreamworld)
Stubborn and Stupid (5x24 - Watershed)
An Answer (5x24 - Watershed)
All This Aggravation (5x24 - Watershed)
A Proposal (5x24 - Watershed)
When You Assume (Eps. 5x22 - Still)
Fixing It In Post (5x21 - The Squab and the Quail)
Ape and Essence (5x20 - The Fast and the Furriest)
When A Plan Comes Together (5x19 - The Lives of Others)
Lean Wide Out the Window (pre- 5x19 - The Lives of Others)
Will The Real Richard Castle Please Stand Up? (5x18 - The Wild Rover)
Compartmentalization Doesn’t Work (5x15/5x16 - Target/Hunt)
From Beginning to End (5x15/5x16 - Target/Hunt)
Loose Change (5x15/5x16 - Target/Hunt)
Valentine’s Day Re-Do (5x14 - Reality Star Struck)
Beyond the Storm (episode speculation. 5x13 - Recoil)
No Secrets (5x10 - Significant Others)
Piece Together (5x09 - Secret Santa)
Back For More (5x08 - After Hours)
Ewoks, Creavers, and Muppets, Oh My (5x06 - The Final Frontier)
Time Served (5x05 - Probable Cause)
What We Learned This Weekend (5x04 - Murder, He Wrote)
You Owe Me (5x03 - Secret’s Safe with Me)
Care Package (5x03 - Secret’s Safe with Me)
No Other Choice (5x02 - Cloudy with a Chance of Murder)
Another Round (5x01 - After The Storm)
Leaves of Night (4x23 - Always)
You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead (4x21 - Headhunter)
Protest (4x19 - 47seconds)
You’re Not Going to Like This (4x19 - 47seconds)
Uncomplicated (4x19/4x20 - 47seconds/The Limey)
Knock Me Down (4x19/4x20 - 47seconds/The Limey)
Happily Ever After (4x17 - Once Upon a Crime)
Separation of Church and State (4x15 - Pandora)
This Evil Can Be Undone (4x15/4x16 - Pandora/Linchpin)
Swimming (4x15/4x16 - Pandora/Linchpin)
Plus One (4x11 - Till Death Do Us Part. written by Sandiane Carter & chezchuckles)
Cuffed (4x10 - cuffed. ep-speculation)
Dare to Seize the Fire (4x10 - cuffed)
It’s A Start (4x09 - Kill Shot)
Stolen (4x07 - Cops&Robbers)
The Good Kind (4x06 - Demons)
Speak the Unspeakable (4x01/4x03 - Rise/Head Case. “Kate Beckett is confronted by Alexis about rejection”)
No Victory (3x24 - Knockout. Continuation of the scene in Knockout after Beckett runs back to the hangar)
Able to Stand (3x24 - Knockout.Eps insert. Some of the scenes they didn’t show us. Kate’s POV.)
The Next Moment (3x24 - Knockout. The moment after the fade to black on Knockout. Oneshot. Very short)
Terrible Love (3x24 - Knockout. In between scenes, before and after the hangar. ONESHOT)
Don’t Hold Back (3x22 - To Love and Die in L.A. based on sneak peek)
Catalyst (3x13 - Knockdown)
Cold Comfort (3x16/3x17 - Setup/Countdown. Rick Castle can’t get warm without a little help.)
It Doesn’t Make Sense (2x06 - Vampire Weekend)
The Spleen Is a Non-Vital Organ (romance/humor. “Kate gets sick.”)
A Significant Lime (one shot. “a cat, woolly socks, and a significant lime. for international08”)
Real Live Haunted House (“A Halloween fic entry in which Castle drags Beckett to a real, live haunted house”)
Things To Do In a Boring Meeting
ROMANCE (Castle/Beckett) :
Scratch and Claw (Romance/Angst. Bridge fic between seasons 5 and 6. “It’s who you are. You don’t let people in. I’ve had to scratch and claw for every inch.”)
Just My Imagination
Not All the Songs (4x23 post Always timeline. “All the songs that don’t make sense. A series of stand-alone one-shots with a common theme - the lyrics to catchy if inane chart-topping songs. AKA - Castle figures out that romancing a woman with Usher is not the way to go”)
She’s Everything (4x21 - Headhunters. “She’s a little girl, she’s a tigress, and she’s a warrior. She’s insecure and she’s indomitable. She’s everything.” -Stana Katic on Kate Beckett, Parade Magazine March 16, 2012)
HimitsuBako (set after 4x21 - Headhunters. so goood)
Doomsday (“It’s the end of the world as we know it”) —> Doomsday Xmas companion story from Castle Christmas Special Chap. 21 & 22
So Little Time
You’re Mine (LOOOOOVE THIS. “A Valentine’s Day fic.”)
Plan B (“Since being his usual charming self isn’t working, Castle tries to come up with a Plan B. SPOILERS for the book, Heat Rises”)
Someday (“Someday in the future, this is what will happen between them”)
When Words Escape (“All the ways Beckett could say 'I love you too’ without saying a word”)
Step Out Into the Light (angst/romance. “Kate runs away from Castle, but she can’t run for long.” around 3x24/4x01)
Momentary Troubles (Set in winter of season four. Spoilers for Rise. “All it takes is time, and patience. The wall inside won’t be there forever.”)
Written on the Skin (s3 finale/early s4. “It’s just a scar. It doesn’t mean anything”)
Used to Be (3x24 insert. friendship/romance.“Taking up in the middle of Knockout, Castle tries to find a way around Kate’s demand that they are over. Some backstory on Lanie and Kate”)
The Sweet Taste (A year after S3 Finale, “Kate Beckett and Richard Castle finally host the Johanna Beckett Memorial Fund”)
The Frog at the Bottom of the Well (a lil bit of angst a lil bit of drama) —> The Frog Xmas companion story from Castle Christmas Special Chap. 5&6
ONE SHOT :
Banni (Romance. “Castle’s surprise for their honeymoon.” Roughly season 7 timeline)
Reaching Forever (Romance. “A summer night. "I am wide open, reaching forever. I fly into the blue.” Assume spoilers for season 5.“)
He Touches Things (”Castle’s observation of Beckett, and hers of him" oblique reference to 5x10 Significant Others)
We Could Always Just Cuddle (romance. “The night life at Kate Beckett’s apartment”)
Writer Man Discovers His Super Powers (romance/humor. Castle is writing and forgets to call Beckett. (Spoilers through 5x10 Significant Others, spoilers for Frozen Heat))
Can’t Sleep Together (4x09 “Set a month or so after Kill Shot”)
Glorious (romance. “Easter fic”)
Just a Feeling That I Had (friendship/romance)
My Mind Holds the Key (Romance. “'My body is a cage that keeps me from dancing with the one I love, but my mind holds the key.’ -Arcade Fire”)
Now in These (Romance. “For Julie, who needs Castle and Beckett to not miss their moment”)
Standing in Front of You (romance. “Kate finally sees what’s been standing in front of her this whole time”)
Happy Birthday, Kate (Romance/friendship. “November 17th is Kate Beckett’s birthday”)
Good Morning (Romance.“Taking liberties with the Nathan Fillion quote: "It’s like our morning kiss. One way to say, without actually saying it, 'Good morning, my heart, how are you doing’”“)
Bullets in Her Teeth (Hurt/Comfort/Friendship/romance/idk. s4. "What Castle can do for her when she lets him. Also known as, Second Unofficial Date to Remy’s.”)
Castle Christmas Special (A chapter by chapter look at the Christmas holidays of the various AUs. A post every day of December in which we dip into the universe of Castle and Beckett from my previous stories. Begins with Vice.) -> playlist songs here
Advent (“Castle tries to convince Beckett of the magic of the season. A chapter posted every day.”) -> all the songs can be found here: Castle’s Xmas Playlist /cover art
Advent Again (“A chapter a day. A holiday fic. Assume Season 5 spoilers.”) -> all the songs can be found here : playlist –> and the puzzle pics and and gifts, check this tag and scrollll and next/before page and scrollll and le repeat~
—> Advent/Advent Again Xmas companion story fromCastle Christmas Special Chap. 26
THAT FAMILIAR FEELING
That Familiar Feeling (AU.“What if Kate’s mother was never murdered but her father was instead? This Kate Beckett never went to the police academy, grew up under the shadow of her mother’s ambition, and has her own wall to deal with”)
That Familiar Feeling: Old Fashioned (Sequel to That Familiar Feeling)
—> That Familiar Feeling Xmas companion story from Castle Christmas Special Chap. 16 - 18
Inherited Traits (AU)
Inherited Traits II (Sequel to Inherited Traits)
—> Inherited Traits Xmas story from Castle Christmas Special Chap. 15
WORST OF TIMES
Worst of Times (Angst/mystery/romance- Finale didn’t happen. Castle gets the nerve to ask Beckett on a first date, but bodies have a way of showing up at the worst of times)
Age of Wisdom (A companion to Worst of Times which takes place immediately after Worst of Times(WoT) but before Best of Times)
Best of Times (Worst of Times companion. Epilogue of sorts.)
Age of Foolishness (set after Age of Wisdom and Best of Times)
GO OUT FIGHTING
Go Out Fighting (post ep. 3x24 Knockout. Post-episode series. What happens after Beckett gets shot?)
Go Out Fighting 2: Serendipity (Sequel for Go Out Fighting)
Go Out Fighting 3: Never (After Go Out Fighting 2: Serendipity)
Go Out Fighting 4: We Don’t End
ONE AND DONE
One and Done?
If At First (Set in the One and Done? universe. Post 3x19. romance/angst)
Try Again (After the events of One and Done?and If At First. drama/romance)
Federal Heat (A continuation of the If At First, Try Again universe. “Beckett takes Jordan Shaw’s offer”)
Unvanquished (Angst/AU. “What happens to Kate Beckett when the Dragon is slain - and she’s charged with his murder?”)
—> Unvanquished christmas story from Castle Christmas Special Chap. 7
Unvanquished: Redux (An epilogue to the epilogue found in Unvanquished. “One year later”)
Unvanquished: Return (Third in the Unvanquished series)
Reverie (post 3x24. Castle waits for Kate to wake up and imagines all the things he wants to say)
Reverie 2 (Sequel to Reverie. “Kate wakes and reads his story”)
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS/ SPY CASTLE
Close Encounters 1 (AU. “What if Richard Castle was a spy?”)
Close Encounters 2
Close Encounters 3
Close Encounters 3:5
Close Encounters 4
Close Encounters 5
Close Encounters 0 (BEFORE Close Encounters 1)
Close Encounters 6
Close Encounters 7
Close Encounters 8
Close Encounters 9
Close Encounters 10
Close Encounters 11
Close Encounters 12
—> Future Close Encounters Xmas story from Castle Christmas Special Chap. 24 & 25
** Extra M scenes
No Light, No Light (A Dash Away Prequel. Chapters 95-99 should catch you up)
The Only Light(No Light, No Light continuation. A Dash Away prequel.)
Half Light (A Dash Companion. 4th in the Light series. to be read concurrently withDash It All, somewhere around chap 50/60)
Dash It All
Proof of Life (concurrently, somewhere around chap 50 of Dash It All)
Wonderful Life (concurrently, somewhere around chap 50 of Dash It All)
Life in Technicolor
In My Life
Sleep, Little Pigeon, Sleep Alone, No Sleep Tonight. You Can Sleep Now
Home, Sweet, Home
Take Me Home
You Can Always Go Home
Take Me Out to the Ball Game
Everything That Glitters ('Future/Adult Ellery’)
Everything That Glitters Part 2 (Sequel to Everything That Glitters)
Dash of Summer (“Set four/five months after the events of Mad Dash.”)
—> Dash (&Ellery) Xmas story from Castle Christmas Special Chap. 23
———————————————————- Q&A (that i know so far/that i found :p)
Article about Laura Bontrager by saybooks (direct link)
chezchuckles’ name q1, q2, q3
'I believe. Help my unbelief.’ meaning (in chez ff. net and twitter profile description)
The process of writing “Fences” (the novel ebook)
self-publishing vs traditional publishing houses
Was it hard to get an agent?
“In the floor” vs “on the floor”
castle’s and beckett’s insecurities
How long to write a chapter
revising and editing fic & novel
How do you collaborate on fics?
Where and how did you met Julie?
1) June,2013- How many chapters do you write ahead before you post?, 2) May, 2013 - How far do you write ahead?
February 5, 2012 - What is your favourite story that you have written?
favorite kid fic that you’ve read from others?
favorite romance novels
Book by a British author rec
How long have you been writing
Have you always been a writer, like since you were a kid
What do you think your writing flaws are? What do you think you need to improve upon?
When you’re writing a story, do you start from the beginning and write straight to the end, in order?
Do you specifically choose what tense you’re going to write in, as a writing mechanism?
when you’re stuck on a story, like absolutely stuck, but on a schedule, what do you do?
How do you inspire yourself to write as much as you do on a daily basis?
We all have different process of writing methods that work for us
How do you handle criticism of your writing?
Writing essay tips 1, cont2
Did you completely and totally loath writing essays and long formal reports in school?
Tips on describing things/people in your writing?
How on earth do you find the time to write so prolifically?
Do you do most/all of your writing through your laptop?
Day job a1, a2
Are you a morning person?
Are you a SanFrancisco native?
How did you become a Giants fan? Are you from San Francisco?
What do you do when you have a (emotional) problem? What is your coping mechanism?
xfiles 1, answer2, answer3
December 2011 - 10 random things
Everyone has six name meme (adding this because no. 4 selfcomment made me laugh. and i was in need of that laugh.x))
Has anyone given you weird nicknames?
Dash made out of pure imagination, or ?
Have you personally read all of the books in chap 72/73 Dash Away?
Ella and Kate
kid dash pic 1, pic2, pic3, pic4
kid ellery pic1, pic2, pic3
kid dash and ellery pic1, pic2
pronunciation of the names
where in the series timeline does the first dash epic take place?
condo in “dash It All”
tiny reference to Notting Hill in “Dash It All” (Dash It All chap 95)
dash left handed or right handed
the issue between Kate and Martha in the Dash series (at Christmas?)
music for Dash
alexis wedding dress
alexis’ girls, cont. (lol)
Kate’s playlist for Rick (Dash universe)
Kate’s wedding ring in Mad Dash1, pic2
head canon: Dash wedding
Future dash & Future Ellery
Future dash & shannon
How old is everyone in EverythingThatGlitters2?
SPY CASTLE/CLOSE ENCOUNTERS
SpyCastle website/blog: iheartspycastle.tumblr.com (managed by Jocelyn aka jyleafer15 in partnership with cartographical)
SpyCastle (CE1-CE7) timeline
SpyCastle Timeline (ALL)
CE12 spoiler: Sasha likes playing in the woods(vid)
Chapter 3 of Close Encounters 5
wolf dog and blue garnet ring (CE4)
[Castle] Close Encounters Opening Title Sequence (vid) by jyleafer15 (YouTube Link)
[Castle] Close Encounters: Gun Barrel Sequence (vid) by jyleafer15 (YouTube Link)
where exactly is Castle and Beckett’s home located in Spy Castle?
Question: Kate’s dress in Spy Castle and her necklace?
Answer: Spy Castle: Kate’s Reception Outfit (CE7 chap 9)
The writing process of “Mr Smith Goes to Washington”
“Flunitrazepam” title mean (crazy BRILLIANT fic)
chapter 5 of Love Boat
Where I can buy the swimsuit in the picture for “Love Boat”?
Advent Again- Will Advent 2 be a continuation of the first?
Banni, Elephant safari park and lodge
Bucket List incomplete status
Vice -Beckett’s list of books for Alexis in Vice
December 2013 - possibility for another Beth Universe?
'The Frog at the Bottom of the Well’ story, is the consignment shop called 'Out of Time’ an existing place in real life?