So I’m a big sucker for HQ!!xHP crossovers… And one of my new favourites is “A Magic Beyond Us” by the lovely @ladyineia (who has been BEYOOOOOOND patient with all my spamming of WIPs and me being really slow with posting this lol)
:) This fic is adorable… Halfblood Iwaizumi and Muggleborn Oikawa grow up together and even go to Hogwarts together! (:Dc Please throw in some future DaiSuga, Ineia…! I need it for my SOULLLL!!)
uwu I recommend this fic, everyone! (Also sorry for the lack of posts… I’ve been busy working on merch ;w;) - @konekat, @kenbrah and @right—meow, thank you guys for putting up with me :’Dc
You have a deep crush on Peter Parker, little did you know he would be your next
project when your uncle, Tony Stark, asks you to help with Peter’s new
Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader
This is two requests in one since both were requested around the same time and
were similar to each other! I hope you guys like it! Sorry for being so slow with
writing. I’ve been resting, but also running around town doing things! P.S. Sorry
for the lame title of the imagine.
You were in your Physics class when you received a
text from your uncle, Tony Stark. Yes, you were related to the one and only,
but no one at Midtown High knew that.
“(Y/N), are you paying attention?” The teacher
announced in front of the class. You felt the blood rush to your face and
everyone staring at you, even your longtime crush, Peter Parker. You rarely
talked to Peter, only when the class had to work in groups. You both were
always drawn to each other because you were both were fighting to be top of
class. It was a healthy competition you both didn’t mind to have going on.
Especially not when my leaders wanted to stay out of it.
(Through history Switzerland has been notoriously neutral in many international conflicts, as has been mentioned in earlier posts, despite many of these conflict concerning the neighboring nations and empires.
Switzerland had a steady expansion from birth in 1291 to late 15th century-early 16th century, when they failed to protect Milan in a struggle against France. After then, internal struggles made further annexation impossible to do in unity between the Swiss cantons, and the expansion stopped at the inclusion of the Italian canton Ticino, which would not become a full member of the Confederation until after the Napoleonic wars.
After then, the only wars the Swiss participated in until Napoleon’s arrival in 1798 was through mercenary activities. The reasons behind this can be many:
- The Swiss soldiers had a reputation of near invincibility that would be lost as mercenary power if war came between countries (not to mention that a conquering nation had to fight against said soldiers)
- The mountains and areas form a great natural defense that offered a lot of opportunities for traps and ambushes for those who knew the land well, which combined with the fact that:
- The country held few natural resources to offer made it a massive waste of money to conquer
- War in Switzerland could unsettle or momentarily destroy important trading routes through the Alps, endangering the financial stability of both Northern and Southern Europe
Which of these factors decided the peace of Switzerland is not certain, but it is surely a combination of more and allowed Switzerland to be a place for traitors and free-thinkers to reside in, giving it a great role during the Age of Enlightenment. On the Swiss side, internal struggles of religion and differing interests of the various Cantons kept the country from uniting to take over other areas. The only thing keeping the always different and bickering territories was the knowledge that together, they’d be able to expel the threats of foreign nations and keep their autonomy.
After the Napoleonic invasion and following freedom in 1815, the Swiss finally turned to official neutrality - set against the unofficial agreement that had resided in the past hundreds of years - and as of current time Switzerland has kept free of wars for 200 years (if peacekeeping as UN forces is not counted). The greatest struggle against this neutrality the Swiss faced in WWI, where the Swiss people already experienced division due to the growth of nationalism (like all other multinational countries, kingdoms and empires at the time). The struggle resonated especially in the German and French speaking parts of the country, and many groups attempted to pull their territories and whole nation into the conflict. Luckily it were never a majority, and the trenches never reached Switzerland.
At the second war, the German Swiss understanding of being Swiss was so settled, and thought of Nazis was so low, that there never came as great a reaction within the nation as had done during the first World War. Even so, it is well known that the Swiss didn’t stand against providing services for the Third Reich, but the public opinion stood far against the Germans in that period.)
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.”
I have just one question about everyone being so mad about TFP. I'm sorry you're sad, but what I don't understand is why are so many people saying it was their one chance at seeing representation? Like, Sense8 has gay, lesbian and transsexual characters, Supergirl seems to have a couple of important lesbian characters, Hannibal has a wonderful slow burn gay rommance (and a showrunner who really wants it to become more), just last year we got a Doctor Who spin-off with a canonically gay couple...
I’m not sure where you’re getting your info from but I don’t think anyone said that it’s our only chance at seeing representation in general. This show was especially important to me because I read the ACD canon Sherlock Holmes as subtextually queer. For many years there have been books and essays written on the topic of Holmes and Watson being in a romantic relationship. I recommend watching TJLC Explained’s video on this if you’d like to know more about it. In my opinion, and quite a lot of people share this reading as well, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson have been in the closet for about 130 years. By adapting this story into the modern age in a way nobody has done before, I thought that the true story might actually be told. I thought that was a sentiment the creators of this show shared as well.
I get where you’re coming from tho, there has been more lgbt+ representation and I’ve seen and enjoyed most of the shows you just listed, but that doesn’t change the disappointment and hurt we are feeling at being denied a canon relationship between these characters on this particular show, you know what i mean? This is probably the most iconic adaptation of Sherlock Holmes, can you imagine how many people would have been affected by seeing these characters in a relationship on a show with such a huge viewership? How satisfying it would be to see the heteronormative narrative get flipped on it’s ass? god I’m disappointed.
Also the way this show was written and advertised ENCOURAGED fans to anticipate them becoming canon. That’s queerbaiting and it’s really hurtful.
Anyway, I’m gonna go watch Grey’s Anatomy. They’ve got some decent representation and I really need a distraction from this mess =/
Everyone might know this already in which case im sorry but
When Peridot and Steven sing “Peace and Love” i died of cuteness and all but deep inside i was thinking lol I guess peridot already knows all about music but being this a cartoon where everyone sings, it should be normal.
But watching and rewatching the whole scene, I noticed something….
she didn’t know anything. Steven taught her. RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT
SHE HAD TO HEAR THE NOTES ONCE AND SHE IMMEDIATELY LEARNED THEM ALL AND THEIR NAMES.
So basically Peridot learned to identify notes and chords in no more than 10 seconds which took ME one year and a half in music college.
NO IT’S NOT EASY YOU’RE JUST A FUCKING ART PRODIGY GO TO HELL
That was true, but she was on her own. So, she didn’t need to grow food. And traps would only slow her down. She just needed a few cans of food, some ammo and a knife. None of which she had at the moment. Thanks, Nautilus. “It’s not always going to be just me,” Harbor said. “But for now it is and I don’t need this kind of protection.”
“Harbor,” Jeremy extended a hand to her. “I’m sorry if I was being rude.”
She waved him off. “It’s fine. Better than Gabriel’s treated me.”
“Gabriel treats everyone that way,” Levi mused. “I wouldn’t take it personally.”
“Duly noted, but the guy’s an asshole.”
“He’s the best shot around,” Jeremy told her. “He can shoot a zombie before even one of us can see them.” That good? Didn’t excuse his behavior though.
“So that makes it okay to steal people’s supplies and leave them stranded?” She asked.
“That’s not what we do here,” Levi replied. “We don’t steal. We take what we need, but nothing more. We always leave some left over for the people.”
“Well your friend Gabriel didn’t get the memo,” Harbor replied.
“He never gets the memo,” Jeremy said. “It’s alright. Chief will straighten him out.”
this was REALLY short and im really sorry but it’s like my first time writing in while so i can only get better from here, right?! :) anyways, im gonna go write longer stuff that hopefully doesn’t suck as much. thank you so much for requesting @ilikebands24 !!! gimme tips on how I can improve my writing :)
With Labor Day weekend slowing rolling around, every one in Lakewood was jumping with excitement about the annual Brooke Maddox Last Pool Party Of The Summer Party she always had. You were never one to turn down a party, especially since you had just came out to everyone in town about being gay. Some were openly against it, but you didn’t really care. You were just happy you could truly be yourself around your friends now. You spent the first few minutes of you’re time at the party searching for any familiar face you could find. There was already many people surrounding you. The smell of chlorine and alcohol filled the air, which you were used to since you had been going to these parties since freshman year.
“Y/N!” The sound of Brooke’s upbeat voice partied with the clicking of her heels sounded from behind you.
“Brooke!” You copied, leaning in for a quick hug after taking the red cup she handed you before the embrace. The vibration of some overplayed, popular summer song pulsed through your finger tips and shook the drink inside the plastic cup as you made small talk about going back for junior year.
“Alright, well, pools out back as you know, and swimsuits are in my room if you need to change.” Brooke flashed a quick smile before continuing to conversations with everyone she could. I stood around for awhile, making conversation with Emma every once in a while. Who ever you could find really, you would talk to. After awhile, it was blatantly obvious you were quite tipsy and probably needed to sit down. You felt a warm hand on your back that led you into a chair before you could take a permanent place on the kitchen tile, knocked out cold.
“Easy there, Y/N.” The lanky boy front of you spoke softly. You smiled up at Noah and thanked him. He took his place in the barstool next to you and began to talk to you about all the people he had seen at the party so far. You didn’t want to seem to obvious, but you were dying to ask about Audrey. Where was she?
“Hey Noah, where’s Audrey?” You questioned him, trying you’re best to sound nonchalant.
You saw his eyes light up a little and a small smirk grow on his lips as he pointed you towards the pool in the back next to the shed with the Christmas lights hung around it. You thanked him once again and placed your hand on his shoulder for support.
“Go get em.” He sent you off with a wink. You rolled your eyes and tried to keep a straight face. You jogged up to Brooke’s room and borrowed her white swimsuit with a few cut outs on the hips. You checked yourself out before heading out the pool. You stopped dead in motion when you saw her sitting pool side, her legs dangling over the edge. She was wearing a black bikini. Simple as that. But she looked stunning. Walking over to her side slowly, you ran through the possible conversations you could have with her for a few moments before she could notice you were standing behind her. You crouched down and poked at her side while whispering ‘boo’
“Jesus, Y/N!” Audrey exclaimed with a huge smile on her five but a terrified look in her eye, grabbing onto your hand by impulse. You laughed, clutching your stomach and sit next her, so that your thighs were touching hers, you realized that were pressuring her and scooted farther away, but she scooted back almost immediately. Your eyes traveled down to her hand, which was still connected with yours and she flinched instantly. You scoffed and looked back her eyes, which were lit by the blue hue of the pool lights and the warm tones of the Christmas lights.
“You look pretty.” You complemented her, trying not to come off too strong. She smiled and blushed down at her lap and mumbled a thank you. You and Audrey have had a slight flirtationship the whole summer, but neither of you had acted on it the entire time, even with Emma, Brooke and Noah all riding your ass about it for a whole three months now.
“I uh, you uh, you look really good.” She spoke softly, as you made your way into the the pool, standing in front of her, not too close for comfort.
“Thank you, Aud.” I slight smirk grew on your lips. Your confidence had grew exponentially over the summer, especially since you had came out. You decided tonight was the night you were gonna make you’re move.
“But, you know what Aud?” You asked in slightly more provocative voice. She cocked an eyebrow at you and leaned her face a bit more in.
“I think you would look better if you were a little more… Wet.” You teased, putting spaces between the last few words, for emphasis of course. She raised both eyebrows and laughed nervously and pushed her lips together, like she always did when she was turned on. You shook your head in laughter and grabbed the back of her thighs, pulling her in the cold pool water. She squealed and put her hands on your shoulders, before standing in her own two feet.
“See, wet. Get your mind out of the gutter Auds!” You teased again, pushing her shoulder, splashing her with water. She opened her mouth to laugh louder and splashed you back. The next minute or so was spent getting each other soaked and giggling like little kids together.
“Stop, stop, stop Y/N!” Audrey attempted to get out between laughs, hopping on you to stop your hands from moving. She had her legs wrapped tightly around your waist and her hands intertwining with yours, holding them down. The laughing between you and her faded and the only thing audible was the faint sound of the music from inside and the intensified breathing between the two of you. Your eyes flashed between hers and we lips. You wanted to, but you didn’t know if you were in the right position to. You didn’t want to pressure her into anything. Your thought were quickly cut short with the feeling of her lips against yours.
You pushed your eyebrows together quickly, took a moment to assess the situation and then swiftly pushed her lips closer to yours. She pulled back, almost as if she was frightened.
“Oh, God, Y/N I am so sorry I didn’t mean to do that it was just I was in the moment and k wasn’t thinking. I mean I kind of was because I’ve always kind of wanted to do that but I didn’t know if you wanted to and then you came out and I thought there was no chance in hell that you would ever like someone like me and I just-” She spoke faster than the speed of lightning.
“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to do this.” You confessed with a smile and pulled her closer, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her in so that your chests were touching, kissing her again. She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms loosely around your neck.
Another prompt: This has probably been done so many times. But Cas and Dean being super domestic and coupley, but not realizing it and wondering why everyone assumes they are together. Thank you for the other ficlet :) I loved it!
The bunker doesn’t have enough plates. That’s the only reason they’re doing this.
It’s been a slow week. No hunts, no demons or angels wreaking havoc—and the general air of listlessness in the bunker had Dean itching. Men of Letters they may have been, but they didn’t have jack squat in way of culinary supplies. And they can’t exactly get shit delivered to their super secret Batcave.
So that’s how Dean finds himself standing in the dinnerware section of Ikea, squabbling with Cas over the color of some crappy pieces of porcelain.
“No way, dude. No. Just—no.”
Cas, for some reason, is dead set on these ugly-as-fuck green ones, which Dean will absolutely not tolerate in his kitchen.
He narrows his eyes at Dean, crossing his arms.
"They’re completely satisfactory,” he growls. “You said we just needed more, I don’t understand why the color is important—”
"It just is, Cas, Jesus.”
Then Cas starts doing that thing. The thing where his eyes get all round and big and Dean can actually feel himself wilting, under that stupid, fucking—
"Blue,” Dean grits out, a last ditch effort.
“Green,” Cas shoots back.
Dean grabs the appropriate box, making no effort to hide his scowl.
“We’ll get the damn green.”
And Cas, the bastard—he full on smirks. Dean huffs, turning his back on the fallen angel, stomping up to the cash register. He drops the box none-too-gently on the counter, childishly hoping he breaks a couple.
honestly u r being so damn nice like the fuc even 3 days between updates? i can barely reply to my fb messages in that time srsly we r #blessed 2 have u. (also im fuced up??? from reading ur fic???? y???)
Omg, thank you so much, love😂 I’m taking time off school and it’s really slow at work this time of year, therefore everyones hours were cut. So I have a lot of time on my hands at the moment. Also, I’m sorry for messing you up. I promise I’m not doing it on purpose😂
hola lovelies ! i know things have been slow but i’ve messaged a few people about activity so maybe a few roles may be re-opened ! to pick things up i’m gunna’ plan a lil’ event for you all that’ll last for about two days so everyone can get on ! keep your eyes peeled and stick with me bbys !
Sorry if I’ve been a little inactive and slow to reply lately. The last couple of weeks have been a bit nuts due to my work situation and I’m going through some major changes in that area right now. By tomorrow I’ll know my new situation for 100% certain, but I do know it’s going to be a lot better than it was!
That being said, I haven’t been able to work on this blog for a while, so my queue has dwindled quite a bit. I’m going to do my best to get another chapter done before the queue runs out, but there might end up being a couple days with no posts. I just wanted to give you guys a heads up so you aren’t worried!
Thanks so much for sticking with me through this project. Your support means the world to me.
I imagine learning to play guitar with you, sitting on the floor in the living room of the house you don’t quite like. I imagine being tucked between your open legs against your chest laughing over something silly and small. Skating your fingers across the top of mine, running your thumbs against my own. Soft, bumbling open mouthed kisses, chocolate on my tongue, tangerines on yours. I imagine sitting on the countertop of your kitchen, watching you cook whilst the radio plays. Dancing to soft slow music in your arms whilst you’ve got one eye on the stove and the other on me. I imagine your daughter walking in and making faces at us. I think about how good it is to be with you. Tucking my fingers underneath the waistband of your jeans and brushing your hips. Kissing the hollow of your throat. Rubbing the lobes of your ears. I imagine being there when you get home from work, all warm and willing and missing you. Putting my head on your shoulder, your hands rubbing my back. I imagine that we watch films together and I talk through it until you clap a hand over my mouth. Sex and the playfulness of it, the black of your pupils and my hair falling everywhere, against your face and mine and the delight of our bodies. I imagine how we fall asleep. Gently and soft and curled about the other. I imagine how normal and how miraculous it all is.