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I’m gonna be real honest with you here, it’s been a long time since I’ve worked on the fake bf fic and writing is hard and life is just overwhelming as hell these days, so if y’all wouldn’t mind giving me just a liiiiittle bit of validation that my writing hasn’t turned to complete crap?? that’d be super cool??? please & thank you, here is what I have of ch. 6, it’s not a lot but hopefully there’s gonna be more soon now that I have some kind of flow???? idk man I love you all thank you for being so ridiculously patient

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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:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

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.”

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Take Me To Church Ch. 12 Sneak Peek

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It was the dual sensation of the ridge of his cock and the fabric of his underwear sliding deliciously over her swollen clit that had her careening steadily towards a release she didn’t want without him inside her.

“Please tell me the church is still locked,” she breathed, praying to a God she didn’t believe in that he hadn’t unlocked it earlier. With as badly as she needed him she wasn’t sure she could let him up to ensure no one came in and heard them.

“Mmhmm,” was the priest’s only response before he ducked his dark head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Emma’s back arched at the sensation, a moan falling from her lips as his tongue flicked at the pebbled bud with quick and precise movements.

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Frat Boy Pt. 4

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He hadn’t held the door open for you.  Granted, you never really expected him to, but when it slammed shut in your face it nevertheless left a chill.

A nosy pedestrian gave you an apologetic glance, and you really wanted to tell them you were definitely not with him, not the guy that walked just as fast as he drove, mumbling a “come on” or huffing every few seconds when you’d fallen behind, not the guy who seemed to be rushing to get away from you, to the cover of the indoors.  But then the sky opened its mouth a little more and you started to feel a drizzle, the stranger was forgotten as you ducked under the awning.  And when you walked through the doors and saw Harry still clad in his practice uniform brushing off the stares that seemed to gravitate towards him, you thought, perhaps you wouldn’t completely mind if you were with him.  You waited a little awkwardly by the door along with the other normal people waiting their turn in the long line Harry had assumedly skipped.  He stood confidently, like he was standing in his living room and not like he’d just jumped to the front on one of Kean’s busiest nights, and you watched curiously as he spoke to the hostess who had the whole Urban Outfitter wardrobe and Tumblr girl pout going on.

The look you clearly weren’t going for.

When he gestured behind him with a little look your way, and the hostess followed his gaze, you offered a small smile and saw her brows knit together a bit in what you could only guess was distaste.  It stung, but you were more focused on the way he leaned towards her just the slightest to say something a little lower, and the way her pout suddenly turned up with a giggle from his huskily-spoken words.

And the way his smile broke into a smug grin as he took in her change of mood.

He broke his focus with the hostess to look back at you, still looking as smug as ever, and you cursed yourself for following him when he tossed his head to come closer.  Truly, it killed you a bit to follow this arrogant panty-dropper, and you mumbled little apologizes to the people you (not so elegantly) brushed past to get there.  You hated the stupid pangs of jealousy at his intimate actions with the hostess when in reality his words were completely meaningless, a means to an end.  Actually, you should be trying to warn the girl before it was too late and she was spread on his bed like a sloppy PB&J and thrown in the trash the next morning by a kid who decided he didn’t like the way the jelly and the peanut butter ran off the edges.

The hostess was quickly leading you through the filled tables to the only open space and when you saw it you wanted to roll your eyes.  The largest booth at the back of the room, and somehow it had Harry written all over it.  That hostess must’ve been a yoga instructor or an acrobat because you were downright struggling to maneuver through everything that quick and Harry, surprisingly, was gracious enough to wait for you.

“Why’d yeh wait by the door?” he asked.  And if you weren’t smarter, you would’ve thought you heard the smallest sliver of concern.

“It was too ridiculously crowded.  But it looks like that wasn’t a problem for you,” you observed.

“We’re friends.”  His tone was dismissive, but you couldn’t trust it.

His hand found its way to your waist to help you forward and you couldn’t quite swivel out of it in the narrow spaces between chairs and tables.

“This isn’t a date Styles.”                                                   

“Never said it was,” he countered.  “M’not cheap enough to take a girl here fo’ a date.  Plus you’re m’tutor now aren’t yeh? ‘M not that kinky.”

“Right, forgot you were rich.  Would you fly her to Spain for dinner then?” you scoffed, but you were cringing at how you couldn’t mask your sudden sour mood.

“Why, d’yeh like Spain?”

You almost seriously questioned if he would and mumbled a never mind.  You never really thought about how rich Harry was, you knew his family was well-known for something, and you were pretty sure it was a big something.  But you’d just never been sure what.  For all you knew, he could own half the oil rigs in Texas and own two private planes.  The rich weren’t exactly scarce in your town, actually it was normal for you to see Ferraris and Rolls-Royces at the grocery store on the daily, and Harry’s family was definitely situated at the top of the rich hierarchy.  You reckoned his family had a collection of exotic cars.

The hostess quickly called a waiter over to clear the table and her persistent glances towards Harry when you slid into the booth set you in a petulant mood.  He’d probably fly the hostess to Spain.  He’d probably be kinky with the hostess in Spain.

He slid in beside you and his hands brushed against yours as he did so, a tingle running up your sides from the gentle touch.

“I know m’not into role play, but you’d still look sexy in a pencil skirt,” he murmured lowly.

You practically choked on air, and before you could mumble an incoherent what? his eyes were already back on the hostess.  Bright with laughter.  And anything but innocent.

“You’re all set.  Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you,” she said.  And the way she looked directly at Harry with a coy smile and nonchalantly leant down to accentuate her ample cleavage made you think that yes, she really did mean anything.

“Thanks Em. ‘M glad you’re workin’ tonight,” he said warmly, with that crooked smile that could charm the knickers off your gran.  Em.  The intimacy in which he spoke those words was twisting the knife lodged deep in your stomach.

Was everything that came out of his mouth this seductive-sounding?  You weren’t making this up were you?  You couldn’t possibly.

“The usual?” she asked, in that familiar way that made you grit your teeth with annoyance.

“‘M not sure yet, we’ll get back to yeh soon,” he sent her a little wink and you swore she actually swooned.  A small flustered smile befell her and Harry was watching it all, his charming persona never faltering.  “Well when you figure it out you know where to find me,” she said, turning her head and wiggling her hips a little too much when she walked away.   Her long blonde hair was perfectly curled and you were envious of how it seemed to fall so naturally, swish each way when she walked.  For a moment, you regretted throwing your hair in a bun.

Harry suddenly ran his hands up and down his face once and leant back with a sigh, your body tensing just the slightest when you sensed his arm fall just above your shoulders.

“Do you treat all your friends like that?” you asked.  You couldn’t help it, the seed had been planted and it was going to nag at you all night if you didn’t just ask him.  Besides, there was no harm in it - nothing was ever going to happen between him and you so there was no need to be bashful.

You saw the tug at his cheeks.  “Yeah, friends. I stop in every now and then.” He stopped to think a moment. “She got sloppy drunk once but that night was just a mistake all ‘round I reckon.”

“I imagine you have a lot of those,” you mused.

“I’ll never be with a woman too fucked up to enjoy it,” he said shortly. “She came onto me and she was proper embarrassed about it all the next day when I told her what ‘appened, apologized and everythin’.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

He shrugged before looking at you with an amused glimmer lighting his eyes.  “You’re the one who wanted to know.”

“I never-” your denial faltered.  Had you asked him?  “You don’t need to tell me about your sex life,” you said quickly, covering up your previous hesitation.

“The glares yeh were givin’ her said otherwise, but don’t go on and blush about it, m’flattered s’all.”  The cocky grin broke across his face and the knife you’d felt in your stomach quickly melted by a fire you weren’t quite sure you wanted to acknowledge at the moment.

“Glad we’re inside though, startin’ t’rain now innit?” His eyes never left you, and you felt forced to look outside the windows now wet from their natural shower.

“Yeah,” you sighed.  It hit you for a moment where this conversation was going and suddenly you laughed loudly.  “I refuse, absolutely refuse, to talk about the weather with you Harry.  Let’s…” You reached for your bag that wasn’t there.

“Study,” he finished for you.

“Right, but-”

Your bag.

It wasn’t there.

“Frick,” you muttered.  Harry quirked an eyebrow. “I forgot the books,” you whispered as the realization sunk in.  You could’ve sworn you’d brought them to the field, but you’d been in such a rush to get over there and then you’d ran back to put on a light coat of makeup… they were in your bag on your bed.  Along with your wallet.

You were an idiot.

Harry hadn’t said anything, but as he took in your crushed face, he barked a laugh and shook his head a bit.  “That’s classic, absolutely classic.”   Your hand shot out to shove him, but he dodged it and it only made your scowl deepen.  “Harry!  You’re laughing at your own failed English grade right now,” you whined.

His laughter subsided but only after mumbling an unbelievable under his breath.  “S’alright, we can still talk about it yeah?  ‘M sure yeh got loads of stuff in that pretty head o’ yours.”  The word pretty slipped out before he could stop it, and unnoticed by you, everything about him froze. 

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Author’s Note: ALL GIFS ARE NOT OWNED BY ME! CREDIT GOES TO CREATORS! Aye, I had no school today, so I’ve been working on my drafts~ There may or may not be another scenario/writing piece coming out today, so keep your fingers crossed that my creativity keeps flowing lol. Thanks for being patient ♥ ~assstro


Maybe if he weren’t in a cute group, I feel like JinJin could totally be an intimidating guy omg. He wouldn’t be the delinquent, but as the responsible and helpful leader, he’s the one who stops trouble. Pretty much the jerks fear him, yet at the same time, even nice people fear him. No one wants to mess with JInJin, but also no one wants to talk to him either. Jinwoo is the bad-good boy, and you are the only one who notices his soft side rather than the one that’s constantly kicking ass. Imagine him walking around all beat up in a baggy jacket with bruises, cuts, and scratches, and you’re the one to tend to his health because he trusts you - that’s pretty much your relationship until he realizes he is in love with you.
”Thanks for patching that up, but you missed the spot under my shirt.”
”Oh! I-I didn’t mean it like that…”


As the happy virus, MJ would be the comic relief of a drama, always bringing back the positive in a negative situation. MJ is definitely the type to be in an awkward situation but be quite loud about it and leave as soon as possible 😂People would think he’s annoying as hell sometimes because of his loud nature, but you can see past that and notices how he has good intentions when he feels underappreciated. He’d be the best friend of the male lead, and you, the female lead, would probably ditch the male lead for MJ, who has shown his love and support for the character throughout the entire series, because he’s so pure and bright~
“Don’t be shy~shy~shy, tell me what’s wrong so you can CHEER UP BABY, CHEER UP BABY~”


I don’t know how many times I’ve said this, but Eunwoo is a literal prince of perfection. So he’d be the untouchable heartthrob of a teen drama, except his charm is his wholesome and wise personality, who sees the good in everyone but knows how to defend himself and others. He’s definitely one of the guys in the clique, but he doesn’t really like that crowd considering they are narrow-minded. Everyone swoons over him already, and he’s just minding his business until he finds himself swooning over you. Although he likes being admired for his good looks, he likes you since you can look deep into who he really is rather than what he is, and he can do the same for you, no matter what anyone else thinks of you. He’ll probably turn around in his seat during class just to talk to you too.
“You’re not going to hang out with those guys?” you ask.
“Why would I go to a party when I have a sweet Y/N to talk to?”

MoonBin (ignore the top caption of this gif lol)

He’s a cozy guy, we know that. He likes to tease his members and has weird tactics of doing so according to JinJin (such as biting, staring in your face) and it makes people fall for him all the time. Like after something really embarrassing happens, he’s always there to swoop in, but he will tease you about it nonstop~ Binnie would be the mischievous male lead in a comedy drama that always seems to be around you at the right place and time by coincidence or his own will, and loves to bring things up. Even when something serious happens, he somehow makes you get over it, but that does not mean he won’t forget the stupid and silly parts of it to make fun of you for later.
“Remember that time when-”
“DOn’t you dare!”
“Anything for my Y/N.”


As the most ambitious, strong willed, and passionate member, Minhyuk would definitely be the your love-hate rival. You, the female lead, are equally as amazing as Rocky, and the two of you always seem to be at a race to the top. You both are probably very soft and sweet on the inside, but you can’t help but compete. You two would always be caught in situations that look romantic and you’d have to tell yourselves to snap out of it. The truth is, you seem similar but you are mental and emotional opposites that learn to grow from each others’ different perspectives in life, but here’s the catch: you both don’t wanna admit it cause you’re stubborn and love-struck.
“You guys are like a married couple!”
*looks at each other all red*
“We would NEVER.”


Baby maknae would sure as hell be the childhood friend in a TV show. He’d share the quirkiest jokes with you, the female lead, is in your house all the time, approved by your parents since you were young, and he’d be by your side every second of your life. He’s probably the one that likes you, and it takes you a while to notice, but eventually he stops fronting with his cute act and shows you he’s serious and cares for you when you get heartbroken by another character. He probably easily gets jealous too, which would be cute as hell~
“Just know that I’ve been next to you a lot longer than that jerk has.”

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Symmetra with a shy s/o who wants to go star gazing and cuddle but is too nervous to ask! Fluff pls

A/N: So sorry this one took so long! Finally done dealing with all of my personal stuff, and I’m currently preparing for a trip to Toronto to visit my girlfriend! I want to get most of my inbox cleared out before I go, since I want to spend as much time as possible with her. Thanks for being so patient, sorry again! (Requests Open, but they likely won’t get responses until next week.)

You sighed, gazing out of the window of your quarters. The view of the Bay of Gibraltar, the stars almost resting atop the tall rock spires that sprouted from the water. It was a beautiful night, hardly a rare occasion when stationed at the Overwatch base, its smooth metallic structures nestled within the natural stone formations of the Spanish coastline. The base almost reflecting the gentle glimmer of the stars above, their soft light dotting the night sky. The stars had always been a fascination of yours, their beautiful forms were a source of great comfort, putting your mind at ease whenever you peered at them. Your thoughts turned to another source of great comfort, Symmetra. You and the composed architect had fostered a relationship with one another after several weeks of nervous interactions. Neither of you were particularly adept at expression emotion; Symmetra was the embodiment of grace and class, every word of hers was deliberate and well-spoken. You, on the other hand, were a shy recruit, and being surrounded by famous heroes didn’t exactly help open you up. Tracer had gone to great lengths to open up your shell, gently prodding you towards making more friends, inviting you to every social event she could. She was your first friend when you arrived at Gibraltar, and she was the first one to notice the mutual attraction between you and Symmetra.

Tracer would explain Symmetra’s subtle cues to you, the way her eyes seemed to wander a fraction of an inch, the small inflections of her words, the gentle twitch of her lips as a subdued smile appeared, maintaining that graceful appearance. It was her that pushed you to make the first move, somehow managing to lend enough of her own energy to give you the confidence to ask Symmetra out on a date. The look of surprise on her face was strange, though she quickly regained her composure and accepted your offer. The two of you had hit it off, her gentle voice managing to put you at ease much like the stars above, as did her abilities manipulating hard-light. The beautiful and intricate designs she crafted were as beautiful as the stars, and she was more than happy to demonstrate her abilities controlling the mysterious substance. The sound of the door opening shook you from your thoughts, Symmetra walked into your quarters, as graceful as ever. “Hello, my dear, I would like to show you something.” Her smooth voice spoke, the tap of her heels against the metallic floor the only other sound in the room. You nodded, taking hold of her hand as she offered it to you, leading you out of your quarters. A teleporter pad sat outside of your door, it’s blue light filling the dimly lit hall. You nervously glanced towards her, unsure of where the device would lead, though her warm smile dispelled any feelings of unease.

The two of you stepped into the device, instantly transporting to the rooftop of Winston’s laboratory. This was the highest point in the base, and as such, offered the perfect view of the stars in the sky. “Satya, what is all this?” You asked, bewildered as your eyes scanned the skies, tracing constellations from memory. She chuckled, leading you towards a couch crafted from her hard-light, sitting down beside you.

“I know how much you love the stars, and it would’ve been unwise to let a night like this go to waste.” She spoke, her words as methodical as ever.

Your face beamed in the starlight, pulling Symmetra in for a hug as you sat together on the couch. “I love you so much, Satya.” You could feel her smile again, her left arm wrapping around you.

“I love you too, my dear.” The two of you cuddled closely, warming one another as you gazed at the stars, enjoying the comfortable silence that this retreat brought.

tangled ribbons, ch12: grand allegro

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first off, thank you so so so SO much for the response to the last chapter! it was….incredible. honestly. i was just blown away. thank you for being patient and being understanding, and thank you for putting up with all my teasing 

 i have more (so much more) i’ll say next time, but i don’t know when that’ll be. i’m working on a lot of college stuff and original things for my portfolio, as well as a big bang for another fandom and a collab fic. but i promise i’m always slowly working on this stuff. 

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this chapter isn’t necessarily the most interesting and it’s less than half the length of ch11, but i still hope you enjoy!

Marinette has her arms around Adrien’s waist when he wakes up. She’s already awake, her head resting on his chest and vacant eyes staring at the wall.

“Morning,” he murmurs, brushing her bangs away from her eyes.

She gives him a small smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Hi.”

“What time is it?” He regrets asking when she pulls away to check her phone.

She frowns at her phone.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” she says quickly. “It’s only five, but we fell asleep early.” She swings her feet over the bed, motioning to the bathroom. “I’m going to—” She lifts her phone.

Adrien nods and reaches for his glasses. “I’ll be here.”

It takes him a few minutes to get up once she leaves. He can hear her muffled voice through the walls. He doesn’t know who or what she’s talking about, but he hopes it’s Alya.

He slides on his glasses and scrolls through the notifications on his phone. He shoots a quick update to Nathalie, usually he would’ve done it last night but he was asleep and she’s probably been lowkey panicking since then, before tackling the texts.

Nino only sent a few, but Alya didn’t hold back. At all.

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Alright, I’m almost done guys! I only have a few more request to get done, but they do still have multiple character requests and haven’t contacted me about choosing a specific one to do. I’m gonna wait a day, but if you have made a request with multiple characters and don’t contact me soon about which specific one you want, I’m going to choose at random! I might contact you guys privately, but I’m a nervous pancake and don’t want to bother anyone, so I’d really appreciate some responses!

Thanks for being patient with me guys and sorry this whole thing has taken so long, but I’m almost there, only a few more to go!

fuwaprince  asked:

I love you princess aaa THANK YOU for being so patient with asks ♡ you always respond so kindly ♡ ; u ; I jus love reading your responses and you should know ppl appreciate your kindness! Have a good day darling ♡

Aaaa you’re the sweetest omg!! Thank you! I hope you’re doing well!

anonymous asked:

Can you please make a gifset of that scene where John was (supposedly) hypotised and when he was about to fall, the other man slowly put him down to the ground? Thank you :)

NONNIE! Thank you for being so patient. I have five minutes left in this DAY, so here is the gifset. Thanks so much for requesting something. I love making gifs but often don’t have any good ideas, so I love getting requests. I really needed one to get me to make one on my new laptop and new program… i wouldn’t have had the patience to do it earlier lol.

Funny enough, this is the second time i’ve made a gifset of that moment. The first one was yeaaaaaaaaars ago when I first started making gifs. Here it is… I don’t claim to be good at making gifs, but I can certainly see a lot of improvement lol. That one is pretty terrible :P

Thanks again, and thanks for being patient :)

for those who care or for those who are avidly checking my blog because of what’s transpiring and what has transpired, i will publicly say that howl has messaged me privately and i am working on a response to said asks. anon hate has been and will be deleted if any more should come my way. i thank the rest of you for being patient. i work a full time job and a lot of my time is limited, so i hope that you’ll forgive the lack of haste on my part.

moreover, i think i should mention that when i was first active on this blog, howl and i were mutuals for a very long while before i eventually softblocked and moved accounts. a lot of receipts that people ( myself included ) turned in to the ‘expose’ blog are people who had witnessed said things in passing or on the dash, and much of it was incorporated into their portrayal and rules page alike. a great many things that were brought up in the callout were pasted all over their blog, so i’m not entirely certain where some of you are getting the idea that howl was ever being ‘stalked’, or that the persons who run the ‘expose’ blog are somehow malicious people who do nothing more than monitor what howl did and does.

anyway, i hope the day has been kind to all of you.

(( I’m back! The show ended yesterday afternoon and we struck the whole thing. I still am having a hard time with the fact that it’s over. Some of my friends have started rehearsal for another show tonight but I’m not in that one.

Not gonna lie, I’m having some post-show blues. I’m going to gather up the responses I accumulated over the past couple weeks while I watch Game Grumps and then maybe work on them a bit. Spring Break starts this weekend so I’ll have plenty of time to catch up. 

Thanks for being patient with me you guys! ))

//Okay, got a bunch of threads saved to my drafts (which I’ll hopefully get to today!) So if you’re awaiting a response from me, then I apologise for being so quiet! I’ve been suffering from a lack of muse lately, and it’s hard to write a decent response to lengthy threads when you don’t feel in character. But I’ve received some really positive encouragement over the last couple of days, It’s touched my heart, and helped bring back some confidence! So thank you to everyone who’s been really supportive of this blog, and remaining patient despite my on/off activity. You all mean so much to me okay?

Barriers Part 2 (Liam Dunbar Fanfiction

It is finally here! The long awaited part 2 to Barriers! I have gotten so many positive responses on that story and so many requests for a part 2. I know it’s a little late but thank you so much for being patient. I love you all and hope you enjoy!

Read Part One here

Liam set his last box on the floor next to his bed. He straightened the hood of his University of Washington sweatshirt and looked around his dorm room. His roommate hadn’t arrived yet. He had spoken to him on the phone twice and they had a lot in common. They would probably turn out to be good friends.

This was it. First day of college. He was scared out his mind. He was smaller than the rest of the student body. He knew he was going to get eaten alive during lacrosse season. He hadn’t seen the pack since last week. They were all in different places and at different points of their lives. Lydia was at Columbia, studying to be a psychologist. Kira was at University of Arizona, studying to be a nurse. Scott was at UC Davis, trying to become a veterinarian. Stiles was at Stanford, studying law enforcement and Malia didn’t have the grades for college so she had a job at Target, keeping up with her apartment rent. They were all excited for Liam to start his life outside of high school and he was too.

The door to his room opened and in walked a tall blonde guy with a girl in tow.

The guy stuck out his hand. “Hey, you must be Liam. I’m Jake.”

Liam shook his hand. “Yeah, that’s me. Nice to finally meet you in person.”

“Yeah, you too.” Jake nodded to the girl behind him. “That’s my girlfriend, Rachel.”

She gave Liam a huge smile . “Hi.”

Liam smiled politely. “I’m going to take a walk around campus. Let you get settled it. See you later.” He quickly left without another word.

As soon as he stepped out the door, his cell phone rang. “Hey Scott.”

Scott’s voice rang with concern. “What’s wrong?”

Liam was puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“I can read your chemo signals. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Liam sighed. “I’m scared.”

“Of course you can do this. You’re strong and you’ve gotten through plenty of other things before. I know you can do this,” Scott reassured him. “Go. Make friends. Have fun. Live.” And with that, he hung up the phone.

Liam sighed and leaned against the wall. This was going to be a long year.


“Alright class. Welcome to Journalism.” Professor Adams paced up and down the front of the room. “We are going to learn a lot this year. A lot of fine-tuning skills to turn you into the amazing writers you were meant to be. So let’s get started, shall we?”

Liam listened intently and took notes. He wasn’t about to screw up this school year like he had done in high school. His lacrosse scholarship was his only saving grace that got him into college and he needed to show them that he was serious about his studies. He wanted to be here.

Once class was over, he headed back to his room for some downtime. The room was empty as it often was. Jake was hardly ever home. Him and Liam didn’t turn out to be good friends like Liam had hoped. Actually, Liam didn’t have any friends here. That was probably the part that bothered him the most. Being alone.

He sat on his bed and scrolled mindlessly through his phone, blasting Slipknot through his ear buds. He answered a couple of text messages from the pack and emails from his parents until he was so bored that he had to go do something. He headed down to the school store to see if he could find something for his mom or maybe meet someone.

He walked through the store aimlessly, looking all around and not watching where he was going until he slammed into someone.

“Watch where you’re going!” The person yelled. A female.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” He leaned down and grabbed her arm, pulling her from the floor. He looked at her and his heart stopped. “Emily?”

Her familiar green eyes searched his and recognition popped into her brain. “Liam? Dunbar?”

“Yeah, hi.” He was at a loss words. His high school love was standing right in front of him and he could do was stupidly say hi? “Uh, how are you?”

“I’m good. I’ve been great, actually. My family is still in New York but I’m over here. I like it better here,” she explained, swinging her brown hair to the side. She wasn’t wearing her glasses anymore.

“Yeah, you always talked about moving to Seattle. You used to love the rain,” Liam said wistfully.

She nodded. She was getting uncomfortable. “Yeah. I still do. Like the rain, I mean.” She looked over her shoulder but he couldn’t tell what she was looking at. “I’ll see you around?”

He nodded. “Yeah definitely. We should get together so we can catch up.”

He heard her heartbeat skip. “Yeah, sure. I’ll see you later.” He watched her walk away and he couldn’t help but admire her. The girl he had been in love with three years ago and he was still in love with her now.


Emily sat down a table in the school store and put her head in her hands. Liam Dunbar, her first love, was back. He was at the same school as her. He wanted to catch up. Hang out. Did he still like her? Did he want to get back together? She couldn’t. There was no way they could get back together because-

“Hey babe,” Theo slid into the chair across from her and passed her his extra coffee.

She smiled at him weakly and took a sip. “Hey.”

“What’s going on? You seem upset.” He furrowed his eyebrows.

She shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

“Em, I know I have supernatural senses but I also know you. We’ve been dating for a year now.” He smirked.

She took a deep breath. “Liam’s here.”

Theo’s expression darkened. “What do you mean Liam’s here?”

“What do you think it means?” She shot him a look. “He’s a student here. He’s here.”

He sat back in his chair. “Well, that’s a surprise. Is he trying to come onto you?”

“He just said that we need to catch up and hang out.” She played with the ends of her hair.

He shook his head. “No.”

A quizzical look came over Emily’s face. “What do you mean no? You can’t tell me who I can and can’t talk to.”

“He’s going to try and make you fall in love with him again Emily! He wants you all to himself!”

“Would you quiet down? You’re making a scene,” she hissed. She pushed out her chair and stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to my room. You don’t own me Theo.”

She left the store without another word, leaving him fuming.


“Hey Dunbar.”

Liam turned to see Emily standing behind him with a smile on her face. It was nighttime and Liam was sitting at a local Starbucks, typing up a paper for class.

He grinned. “Hey.” He gestured to the open seat. “Sit.”

“Are you sure? You look a little busy.” She nodded to his laptop.

He shook his head. “No, not at all. Please sit.” He closed the lid on his laptop and smiled at her. She smiled back and took a seat.

“Do you want a coffee?” Liam hopped up from his seat, digging his wallet out of his back pocket.

“Oh, no. It’s okay.”

But Liam was already walking away. He knew her coffee order anyway. He just hoped it was still the same. A few minutes later, he returned to their table with a caramel macchiato with no whip.

Emily’s eyes brightened. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did,” he muttered under his breath but she heard.

She chose to ignore it. “So what are you studying?”

“Journalism. What about you?”

“Psychology. I want to be a guidance counselor.”

He nodded. “You were always really good with giving advice.”

She blushed slightly and avoided his eyes. “Do you like the school?”

“I love it,” Liam exclaimed. “It’s really nice. You always used to talk about Seattle.”

“Yeah, I love it too. I’ve always known this is the college I wanted to be at.”

He looked down at the floor. “Yeah. You know, I chose this college because of you.”

She gave him a perplexed look. “Because of me?”

“Well yeah. You’re the reason I even considered going to college.”

She played with her fingers and looked down at the table. She never knew that.

“You know,” Liam continued. “I’m really sorry for what happened before you left. The whole me kissing Lydia thing.”

She waved her hand at him. “Don’t worry about it. I’m completely over it. We were fifteen. People make mistakes.”

“And I’m sorry about getting jealous and mad at you over Theo. I mean, come on, that was really stupid. I don’t know why I acted like that. You would never go for Theo.” He chuckled slightly and Emily’s face paled.

A sickening familiar voice sounded behind Emily. “You sure about that Liam?”

To Liam’s horror, Theo pulled up a chair next to Emily. “Hey babe,” he greeted her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and kissing her cheek.

Emily looked sheepishly at Liam. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed.

Liam’s face turned red. He was completely embarrassed. He was just getting ready to tell her he loved her but now that was ruined.

“Seriously? You two?” He was outraged.

Theo smirked. “Well, she had to have someone to fall back on after broke her heart by cheating on her.”

“It was a mistake okay? I was a stupid kid,” Liam explained.

“Well, that mistake cost you. What, you thought that you would waltz back into Emily’s life and be her Prince Charming again? Sorry buddy, but that ship has sailed,” Theo taunted.

Liam gathered up his stuff, gave Emily a long hard look and stormed out of the Starbucks, leaving his one and only love behind.

Emily turned and watched him go, watching her one and only love leave her behind once again.

So what did you guys think? I will be making a part 3 so don’t worry! I have lots of good plans for this one and I really think you guys will love it! Thanks for reading!

Messages (Reader x TFW)

Original Request: Could u write a one shot or a whole story. (Ur choice) about the reader breaking up with her boyfriend and him trying to contact her and leaving rude voicemails and having the brothers and Cass stand up for her. Thank u for ur time.

Word Count: 1214

WARNINGS: Name-calling, accusations of infidelity, phrases/words that demean or belittle, swearing.

A/N: So, the request asked for this to be either a one shot or a story with additional parts, and I wrote a one shot response. However, since I left it open at the end, how many people would like to see an addition to the story? Let me know what you think, and as always, I thank you for following me and being patient while I deal with school and the such.


You wanted to throw the phone against the wall, if that was what it took to get the calls to stop coming in. If that was how the messages stopped, you would have gladly done it by now. However, the fact that throwing your phone across the room would cause it to shatter, causing two hunters and an angel to fear the worst and burst into your room, guns (and Angel Blade) blazing, kept you from doing so.

You were trying to take a nap when the fourteenth call came in. You had shut the ringer off a while ago, but the vibration function was still on, and it kept notifying you of yet more messages from your now ex-boyfriend. At first, he had seemed like a good guy, definitely above this childish crap. However, he had shown his true colors—possessive, rude, self-absorbed, and his behavior spelled bad news for your future. So, you had ended it, and it didn’t take long before he took it upon himself to express his displeasure, which was putting it lightly.

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ugh, I hate working back to back. It gives me no time to recharge. I queued some stuff, but I still have 18 drafts. With that in mind, I have to mention thank you to people being so patient with me and being so supportive. (It’s hard balancing grad school, two jobs, a social life, and home responsibilities. Like damn, can I get a clone of me?”

I owe

@dxtectiveinheels (starter)

@fadedindies (1)

@thornstocutyouwith (1)

@blxckhexrtedsouls (2)

@thosehopelessdreamers (2)

@awaymeansforgetting (1)

@aspiderwrites (2)

@theothermuses (1, which will change to 2 soon)

@norwaypack (1)

@cvptaingiordano (1)

@sheroaredlouder (2)

@brokenstatesofmind (4)

@xhidingintheshadowsx  (1) hopefully

If anyone wants to tag me in a starter, come to plot with me/ooc chat, feel free to do so and then are still people who owe me drafts/

Not Dead!

((Hi everyone! I’m really sorry for posting nothing for such a horrifically long time - this blog is not actually dead or even on hiatus, I have just had nooooo inspiration or motivation to draw for a while. But!! I am working on new things, and can hopefully post more responses to questions soon (fair warning - the next one may hurt), so please hold tight! Also, please don’t be scared to keep the questions coming in; interesting asks from you guys always helps to inspire me to draw. Thanks to all my followers for being so patient with me and I hope to become more active again soon! ))