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This is a big, angsty one. Brace up.

Graduation.

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"Alright, close your eyes," Wendy sing sang, squeezing the gift box in her hands. Vince was out in the living room, having just finished getting dressed for the graduation ceremony and just gotten off the phone with his parents.

"Wen? Honey, we're gonna be late-"

"Close your eyes!" She bossed, hiding the box behind her back and peeking at the hallway. He frowned, before closing his eyes and sighing.

"They're closed."

"Alright, don't peek," Wendy said, walking out of the room and speeding so she was right in front of him. Wendy was riding out a high. She was finally over with college, had gotten in the neurology residency, all her friends and her boyfriend were graduating alongside her, her boyfriend had just moved in with her... Life was great.

"Wendy?" Vince sounded more frustrated now, still with his eyes closed. She grinned, grabbing his wrists and planting his hands on a box and he raised his eyebrows, "you got me a gift?"

"I wouldn't call it that," she giggled, "open your eyes."

Vince frowned at the box, curiosity coloring his face. He stumbled back into the living room so he could rest against the couch and opened the black sleek box.

"Oh- AH! NO, YOU DIDN'T!" He exclaimed, upon seeing the black graduation cap he was supposed to wear in tonight's ceremony, now all decorated. Wendy had stolen it while he slept and she had painted the words "V. Monacelli - 23 - Pussy magnet" on the flat top, as if it was a varsity jacket.

"Got it?" She grinned, studying his face. For the first time since doing the little DIY, Wendy questioned herself. What if he hated it? What if she had ruined his cap? His family was coming, surely his parents wouldn't-

A sniffle pulled her back into reality and Wendy raised her eyebrows, astonished. Vince ears and his nose had turned pink, an angry blush exacerbating his cheeks rosacea, and he ducked his head, wiping at his eye-

"Aw, honey," Wendy's voice softened up as she closed the space between them, "I didn't mean to make you cry, sweetheart, I'm so-" Vince grabbed the front of her black graduation gown, shutting her up with a kiss.

She let out a squeak at the sudden movement, before smiling into the kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him back. Despite her heels, she was still on her tip toes, even with him bending down.

"I love it, thank you..." Vince pulled back, his voice all rough, resting his forehead against hers, "I love you."

Wendy's face felt like it was on fire. No matter how many times he said it, it always caught her by surprise. She wasn't used to hearing something like that, it completely threw her for a loop, every time.

"I love you too," she whispered, kissing him again, then pulling back with a sigh, "we have to go, otherwise we'll be late for our own graduation. Your family is already in town?"

"Yes," Vince cleared his throat, still sounding a little choked up, "they got here around two hours ago, they'll meet us in the amphitheater. Your parents?"

"As if I'd know," Wendy rolled her eyes, turning around to grab her purse and then climbing the couch, so she could be taller than Vince, "c'mere, let me put it on you."

Vince slotted himself in front of her, wrapping an arm around her legs to keep her steady as she perched on the couch's arm, and lowered his head. He was wearing his curls all down and they were longer than normal, reaching his chin. Wendy gently tucked the front few curls back, perching the black cap on top and then bending so she could grab her purse. She fished out a couple bobby pins, keeping the cap in place.

"Perfect," she smiled and Vince tilted his head back so he could look her in the eye. He opened a big smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes, which were shiny, and Wendy frowned, "Vin?"

"All perfect," he said, squeezing her, "let's go?"

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"If you want us to go back home, just squeeze my hand twice and I'll say I'm not feeling well," Bella said, patting Luke's gown, wiping some imaginary dust, "no one ever questions the girl with brain damage."

Lucas rolled his eyes, grabbing Bell's wrist and pressing a kiss on her palm, "I'm fine, I swear."

"You don't look fine," Bella scoffed, brushing his hair back, "you look like you're gonna throw up."

"Just nerves," Lucas mumbled, barely meeting her eyes and she squinted at him, grabbing his chin. Bella studied his face, all concerned.

"I know your dad is difficult-"

"It's not that, I'm fine-"

"and I know tonight isn't easy for you," Bell continued ignoring his interruption, "but I'm gonna be there at every step, okay? And you're amazing at everything you do Luke, this will be no different."

His green eyes sparkled and Lucas ducked his head, pulling her into a tight hug. Bella hugged him right back, kissing the side of his head and allowing him to pull her off her feet.

"Let's just get through tonight," she whispered, squeezing him as tight as she could.

Bella wasn't blind to the fact Luke was taking graduation to the heart. She wasn't exactly sure what was the issue: seeing his father for the first time in almost two years or the end of a cycle, but either way, she could tell he was upset. Had been upset for days now and it had only gotten worse in the past three days.

It was bad enough he was refusing to eat and Bella was trying to keep an upbeat attitude, telling herself graduation was just one night and they just had to get through that and soon he'd be back to normal. That said, she was getting more and more concerned, worried that the blues he was going through wasn't a passing fit.

"I love your dress, by the way," Luke said quietly, holding the door open for her as Bella followed him out of the door. She opened a big smile, tugging on the black skirt of the dress in order to get on the passenger side of the car.

"Thank you, I tried to pick the sexiest thing I could find, without risking your dad implying I'm an escort."

Luke snorted, shaking his head and circling the car, "he'd never say that, Bell."

"Not to your face," she whispered darkly, before turning on her seat so she could rest her elbow on his seat, fingers combing his hair, "what do you think after the New Years we go on honeymoon? We're still due that mini get away..."

Anything to cheer him up.

Luke shrugged, fingers drumming against the steering wheel, "sure, babe. Do you think you can get some time off?"

"If I let them know with enough advance, yeah," Bella cringed at his lackluster response, "it's going to be great, just the two of us for a little bit."

"I'm fine, Bell, really," Lucas smiled, seeing right through her tactic. He leaned back on the seat, "let's just get tonight over with."

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The graduating part of the graduation had been uneventful. They weren't the same majors - Luke had already gotten his diploma for Political Science and was only doing the ceremony for History -, so their little group was split in the middle.

Bella wanted to watch Wendy and Jonah's graduation in the opposite east wing amphitheater, but there wasn't enough time to run from "Atwood" to the east wing for "Banks, Marshall", then back to the west wing for "Monacelli". It simply wasn't doable, so Leo had promised he'd film everything in the other ceremony and Bella was in charge of filming the one she was currently at.

She was so proud her chest hurt.

Just as Lucas parted ways with her, still looking every bit like he was going to hurl, and Bella made her way to the second row, suddenly someone touched her elbow.

She'd recognize that face anywhere. It was unnerving and annoying how much Kit Howard looked like his son. Like she was looking forty years into her husband's future.

"Isabella," he smiled brightly, "I hear congratulations are in order."

Bella stared at him, confused, "hi, Mr. Howard."

"Call me Kit," he waved it off, "we're family now."

It turned her stomach just to hear that. Bella forced up a smile, which looked more like a grimace.

"Congratulations on the wedding, Bella," he said, walking around the row of people and sitting down, gesturing for her to take the seat right next to his, "and I'm so glad to see you're alright too, you had us all really worried for a moment there. Did you get my flowers?"

Those had been his flowers?

Bella nodded, unable to say anything and he patted her knee, "good, great," he leaned in, as if they were old friends, "did Luke talk with you about Christmas?"

It had been less of a talk and more of a fight, but Bella nodded.

"I can't wait, I've never been to Luke's childhood home," she said mechanically and Kit nodded along, all smiley.

"You'll have a lot of fun, both of you," he said, then turned attention away as the ceremony started.

The lights dimmed slightly on the audience as they watched each person be called on stage. Lucas looked every bit like a trembling mess, but he opened a small, real smile as Bella and Kit shouted and clapped when his name was called up.

Much to Bell's surprise, Vince's reaction to her screaming his name and clapping, alongside his family across the room, was just as lackluster as Luke's.

She frowned, sitting back down and Kit leaned in, "friend of yours?"

He made her skin crawl. Bella nodded, fisting her dress, "that's Vince. Luke's best friend since the first week of college," she said, trying to keep the accusation out of her voice and failing miserably, "we went to Sicily with him and his family."

"Oh, that Vince," Kit realized, "I'm looking forward to meeting him."

Bella refused to answer. It annoyed her that Kit could simultaneously not know anything about his son, and micromanage every little bit of his life.

Finally, after nearly two hours of ceremony, the graduating part was over. Bella jumped up immediately, rushing ahead of Kit to the place where the graduates were getting off the stage to meet their family and friends.

Lucas was down first and she didn't even manage to say "I'm so pro-" before he scooped her off her feet, squeezing her in a strong hug. Bella melted against him, frowning as she realized the way his back muscles were twitching, as if he was trembling.

She didn't say anything even when the air started to run out, instead opting for kissing his cheek, squeezing his neck, "I fucking love you, Lucas," she whispered, "I'm so proud."

He let out a sigh, then planted her down and Kit stepped forward, wrapping his arms around his son. Bella grimaced, turning away from the duo, just in time for Vince to grab her in a hug and twirl her around.

"I did it!" He exclaimed and Bella laughed, squeezing his neck.

"You fucking did it!" she yelled back at him and Vince chuckled, putting her down. Bella was giggling as she stumbled back, her body hitting Sophia, Vince's sister.

"Oh, I'm sorry-"

Sophia didn't pay her any mind, jumping on her brother, alongside Livia. He held both girls, each with one arm and Magda let out a chuckle, her make up slightly smeared as she watched them.

Giuseppe met Bella's gaze with a fond eyeroll, but he looked like he was going to burst with pride.

Once all hugs were done, Luke pulled Vince into a hug himself and Bella's frowned, looking away from Livia's face. She expected a real hug, but Lucas' face scrunched up into something terribly close to tears and Vince kissed the side of his head, whispering something that had her husband's face turning an awful shade of red...

"Oh bambino, stop making Luke cry!" Ma berated her son and Bella let out a weak chuckle, happily passing off the tears as just Luke being emotional, when she knew damn well it was much more than that.

She took his hand in hers and squeezed, "do you wanna leave?" Bell whispered, as the commotion continued and Lucas shook his head, sniffling and forcing out a smile.

"No," his voice was all hoarse, "no, it's fine. Let's meet with the others at the party."

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"And you must be the famous Leo," Kit's voice was like smooth velvet and Leo felt himself melt in his shoes. He had always had a gigantic crush on the singer and now his brain was short circuiting, because in one hand he knew Kit was the asshole father of his best friend, in the other that was his teenage years celebrity crush.

"I... Yes, sir-" he stumble over his words and Kit chuckled warmly, squeezing his hand in his.

"It's so nice to finally meet you, kid," even the way that he said kid made Leo's stomach fill up with butterflies. From his left side Jonah let out a scoff, rolling his eyes.

"Hi Christopher," he said, interrupting and offering his hand. Kit took it, but only shook it for a brief, polite second.

"Congrats on the graduation, Jonah," he said dryly and Jonah offered something that could not be classified as a smile, but rather a snarl.

"Thanks," he dropped Kit's hand, "have Jasper around?"

"Your father, you mean?" Kit scoffed, clearly offended in the other man's behalf. Leo cringed, while Jonah only glared at the other man, unimpressed.

"Yes, that one," he raised his eyebrows, "so?"

"He was over there," Kit pointed over his shoulder, to where the food was collected. Leo peered and then perked up as he saw Jackie.

As much as Jonah's relationship with his mother was just tentative and still strained, Leo liked Jackie. She clearly had realized the err of her ways and was doing all in her power to fix it, which Leo appreciated.

Besides, despite the fact that Jackie was loaded, had been born into money and then married two millionaires twice, she never made Leo feel bad about himself. The woman had a real talent to making people feel welcome around her, it was the same thing that Luke had.

"C'mon, let's say hi," Leo tugged at Jon's hand, avoiding Kit's eyes. He felt like a blushing teenager and he knew his whole face was red. Jonah allowed Leo to push him away and he let out a scoff.

"That man is such a dick," he whispered darkly, before wrapping one arm around Leo's neck and pulling him into a big kiss. Leo smiled, bumping their foreheads.

"What was that for?

"Luck," Jonah pecked his lips again, before turning around and smiling brightly, "Jasper, hi."

In his euphoria over the kiss, Kit and Jackie, Leo had completely forgotten Jonah's father was there too.

Jasper Banks was a character. He looked like a black, hot-squidward, if that made any sense. The same out of proportion chin, jaw and mouth, paired up with artificially high cheekbones that were nothing like Jon's, a nose that had gone through at least four rhinoplasties and on top of all that, he straightened his hair in the weirdest Zac Effron impression... Leo cringed, then quickly tried to make his face neutral.

He tried really hard not to start giggling, pressing his lips together, just as Jasper's big pouty lips stretched into a big smile.

"Dr. Banks," he said, pride dripping from his voice, "my, my kid, c'mere. Give me a hug-" he didn't wait for Jonah to lean in, pulling him into a big hug and squeezing the other man.

He was as tall as Jonah and more ripped than his son, veins straining like cords as he hugged Jon and patted his back, smiling brightly, "I'm so proud of you, Jonah."

Leo's heart dropped to his stomach at the genuine affection coloring those words. Jon had talked so badly about his dad, Leo hadn't been prepared for all the loving.

Clearly neither had Jonah, because once he pulled back from the hug, his green eyes were suddenly a lot more sparkly and he was completely speechless.

After a small pause, he cleared his throat, voice still choked up as he said, "thanks, Jasper..."

Jasper continued to smile, the fondness on his face all but overwhelming.

Thankfully Jackie interrupted the moment by squealing, "my darling!" and launching herself into a hug.

At least for this Leo had been prepared, so he leaned back and out of the way as Jackie switched between french and english, kissing his face all over.

Leo smiled, his heart hurting with how happy he was for Jonah and how much it made his eyes burn, only to feel a hand touching his lightly, in the most dainty and delicate handshake he had ever felt.

"I'm Jasper Banks, nice to meet you. You must be Leo?"

"Oh! Yeah - I... I'm sorry," Leo stumbled over his words, realizing he hadn't introduced himself, "nice to meet you, sir."

Jasper had the softest hands he had ever touched.

"My pleasure," Jasper shook his hand gently, "are you graduating today, Leo?"

"No," Leo shook his head, "no, I graduated last year. Today I'm only here to celebrate Jon and our friends."

"What's did you graduate as?" Jasper grilled him, but for this Leo was at least prepared. He dutifully answered all of Jasper's questions - Law, sir. No, I'm a paralegal at the moment, sir. No, my parents weren't lawyers too, sir. - until Jackie cut in with a huff.

"Leave the poor boy alone, Jasper," she scoffed, then pulled Leo into a hug, "hi, mon cher, how are you?"

Leo was so caught up in the joy of having Jackie interact with him - really, he couldn't wrap his mind around anyone disliking the woman - , that he all but missed his friends joining them, until suddenly Jasper said "Lucas! Congratulations, son!"

He turned around in time to see Lucas smile at Jasper and pull him into a hug, that one smile Leo had seen too many times and absolutely dreaded, that was bright and empty, never reaching his eyes.

It made Luke look quite menacing, if anything.

There were so many congratulations to be made, Leo was feeling dizzy and mildly nauseous by the time he did sit down at the designated table, after being passed around between Wendy, Bella, Luke, Vince, Vince's parents, hell, even Vince's sisters-

He grimaced, sipping on a flute of cold sparkling water, and trying to calm down from all the overstimulation. His ears were buzzing.

Across from Leo, Jonah was chatting happily with Wendy's parents, as if he had known them his entire life and not just met. Leo rolled his eyes, muffling a little burp against his fist and then jumped when Lucas sat down right next to him with a sigh of his own.

"Hey," he said, without the freaky smile and Leo let a little noise acknowledging him. He studied Luke as the other man reached for a champagne flute and drained all of it in basically one gulp.

"Night's going that well?" Leo asked quietly and Lucas raised his eyebrows in dry amusement, before grabbing another glass.

"Did I even say congratulations to you, man?" Leo tried again, sinking against his seat as his heart calmed down. From the corner of his eye he saw Bella in the middle of Vince's parents, with Livia wrapped around her waist and looking starstruck.

"Thank," Lucas tugged on his tie, loosening it up, "this place is so fucking warm, it feels like I'm suffocating."

Leo frowned, but didn't say anything as Lucas removed his tux jacket and rolled up the sleeves, undoing the first button. The brunette glanced over his shoulder, to where his father was chatting with Jasper, both men holding their own champagne flutes and conspiring together.

"Christmas is going to be great," Leo chuckled, following his friend's gaze, "they're like school girls."

"They've known each other for what- Thirty years?" Luke shrugged, "figures..."

"Aren't you guys going to dance?" Vince said, his voice thunderous, as he joined them. He hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, but his cheeks were blazing red. Sophia was holding on to one of his arms, looking very smug in her little teal dress.

"In a little bit," Leo answered, raising his glass of water as if it was some explanation, "just catch my breath."

"Luke?" Soph perked up and Leo bit an amused smile, exchanging a glance with Vince.

"Not right now," Luke answered, that horrible smile back on, "I have to find Bella, I left her for the wolves."

"She's fine, she's talking with ma," Vince rolled his eyes, pulling his sister to the dancing floor, "you guys are missing out."

Leo giggled as he watched Vince mix up with the crowd and then spin Sophia with so much force she stumbled on her heels. He felt a kiss on top of his head and looked up, smiling as Jonah squeezed his shoulder.

"Wanna join them?"

"Yeah, just give me a sec," he intertwined his fingers with Jon's, then turned his head to talk with Luke and... He was gone. Leo twisted his neck, catching just a glimpse as Lucas vanished in the opposite direction, Bella hot in his heels.

He frowned, "do you think Luke's acting weird?" he asked, voice loud enough Jon could hear him, but not so loud that the other parents and friends could too.

Jonah nodded, taking up the now free chair, "yes," he said, but didn't elaborate, causing Leo to pout and kick his chins lightly.

"Well? What is it?"

"I don't know," Jon shrugged, although something in the way he said it made Leo squint in suspicion. Despite their constant bickering and biting each other's head off, Jonah always knew exactly what Luke was thinking.

"Jon?"

"Leave it be, if it's important he'll tell you," Jonah rolled his eyes, then leaned in and grabbed Leo's hands in his, kissing his knuckles, "I'm so fucking happy, Leo."

All worried fled his mind and Leo let out a sigh, smiling, "I'm so happy too, Dr. Banks. I cannot wait to start introducing you as that," he grinned, looping his foot on Jonah's chair's leg and pulling him closer, "okay..." he pecked Jon's lips, "let's go dance."

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Bella knew something was off before Lucas even grabbed her by the hand in the middle of a conversation and squeezed her fingers twice. She knew something was off by his walk - stiff - , by his smile - fake -, by his eyes - all red -, by his face - pale - , and simply because she knew him entirely.

"I'm sorry Ma, I have to go," she squeezed Luke's hand back, "I'll talk with you in a minute," Bella lied, knowing full well she wouldn't be back, and then waved and allowed Lucas to tug her out of the party.

The big graduation party was being held in a hotel, but they never even made it to the parking lot. Instead, Luke marched on, Bella having to run to keep up with him, until he found a bathroom in the first floor and he stumbled in.

Vaguely she realized it was a female bathroom and there were some squeals, but Bella paid it no mind, as Lucas crumpled against a stall, clawing at his throat and croaked, "I- I can't breathe, I need- I can't..."

And then the tears started.

Big tears and horrible sobs, his lips turning even redder, and Luke stumbled and lost his balance, crumpling down on the ground. Bella shut the door and locked it, moving in the cramped stall in order to cup his face.

"Luke," she whispered, stroking his cheek, "baby, hey... Look at me," she forced his face up and he looked at her with panicked eyes, shaking his head.

"I can't- I'm not- Bella..."

"Shhh," she planted a hand flat on his chest, feeling his rushed heartbeat under her palm, "shhh, can you breathe with me?"

He shook his head, angrily rubbing at his eyes and trying to get rid of the tears, but not quite managing. He rested his elbows on his knees, continuing to cry and Bella tugged on her dress skirt, scooting even closer.

"C'mere, baby," she whispered, slotting herself between the sturdy plastic wall and the closed toilet, opening one arm, "I got you..."

He leaned to the side and buried his face on her neck and Bella's heart broke in a bunch of little pieces as she felt the violent sobs pressed against her. She rubbed his arm, pressing her lips to the top of his head.

"I got you, it's okay," she repeated, her own voice choking up.

Luke let out another sob and then he whispered, sounding like it was taking all his strength to string his words together, "I don't know what I'm doing..."

Bella squeezed him harder, "baby, I don't think anyone who graduates knows that..."

"No," he whimpered, "no, I- I really don't know what I'm doing and I - I feel like I fucked up, Bell. I fucked up so badly and-" he pulled back, wiping at the tears streaming down, only for new ones to join. Still the sobs subdued and he continued to stare at his shoes, not at her, "I should've spent my time figuring something out, but I don't- I wish my mom was here."

"Lucas..." she turned slightly to be able to look at him and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"But I- I also don't. She'd be so disappointed, Bella. I know she would, because I am," he licked at his lips, swallowing down another sob, "and I'm supposed to be happy tonight, but I'm not happy. I'm not- I fucked up and now you're stuck with me and-"

"Luke," Bella grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her, "do you think I married you because of your fucking major? Babe, I love you. Sickness and health, poverty or richness, whatever the fuck. I love you-"

He pushed her hand off his chin, shaking his head, "it's not fair, Bell... It's not fair, I just... I wish I could go back and not fucking waste all my time with the team and-"

"It wasn't a waste," she whispered, but he wasn't listening, the word vomit just kept coming.

"And- focused. So I wouldn't be such a huge disappointment... I don't know what the hell I am going to even do. Tomorrow or the day after, I have no idea... I just know it's not enough and it's not been enough for so long. I try, so hard, but it's not enough, it's never been enough..."

"Who said that to you?" Bella snapped, anger showing its ugly head as she thought of Kit Fucking Howard, all smiles in the hotel ballroom, while his son was crumpled into a sobbing mess, thinking he wasn't enough, "Lucas, you're everything," she squeezed his chin and forced their eyes to meet, "look at me!"

Lucas jumped, startled at the sudden shout and Bella let out a shaky breath, "you think we'd be here tonight if it wasn't for you? All of us? We made a family out of a bunch of strangers, Luke, and who made that?" she glared at him, "you're the reason we're all friends, you're what keeps us all together, babe... And you're the love of my life," her words came out squeezed, past the lump in her throat, "Isn't that enough?"

"But I'm not- I'm not smart or successful or..."

"Luke," she shook her head, leaning in and pressing her forehead to his, "you can't possibly believe that. You can't-"

"Vince's leaving," Lucas interrupted her, his voice so small it was hard to hear even if she could feel his breath against her face, "Vin's leaving, Bell."

"What?" she pulled back, confused, and Lucas nodded, grabbing a wad of toilet paper and blowing his nose, before scrunching it all up in his fist.

His whole face was swollen from crying and he opened a sad, exhausted smile, "he's gonna go back home. He says he hasn't made up his mind, but..." he shrugged, as if to say I-know-him. Lucas swallowed down, "so I spent all of my college experience focused on my friends and my team... And now I have no fucking idea what I'm doing, because I don't know- I don't know what the hell am I going to do with my career and I don't know- I don't want my best friend to leave, Bell..." his face scrunched up as even more tears sprung forward, "and I'm not ready. I'm not ready for any of this..."

"Oh baby," Bella pulled him into a hug and Lucas sunk against her, as fresh sobs started up. She felt her eyes start to sting and her vision blurred with tears, for his pain, but because he had a point. She understood very clear what he meant. He had spent so long nurturing this little family and now it felt like things were falling apart.

"And I'm- I'm a horrible friend, because I'm supposed to be-be happy for him, right? I mean, he's the best- He's the best person I know, Bella... I just- I'm not happy. I'm not," Lucas sobbed against her shoulder and Bella buried her face in his hair, crying too.

"It's okay," she whispered, sniffling, and feeling her heart breaking, "you're not- I'm not happy either," she confessed, squeezing Luke to her.

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"AGAIN!" Livia squealed, as Vince threw her up in the air, causing her little dress to balloon.

Wendy chuckled, leaning back on her chair and removing her heels, glad that her parents had left the party after mere forty minutes of polite shaking hands and pretending to bob to the music.

She was resting her elbow on the table and her cheek on her hand, watching as Vince clapped and twirled around with his sisters and his mom, making the middle aged woman squeal whenever he dipped her.

Behind him, Jonah had taken his mom to a dance and Leo was sitting down, happily - and probably drunkenly - chatting with Jasper. It was heartwarming that the blonde had gotten along with the man Wendy already knew would end up being his father in law.

"Hey- Hey, c'mere," Vince stumbled to her, grabbing her hands and Wendy giggled, shaking her head.

"I'm barefoot, Vin, I- VIN!" he pulled her up against her will, wrapping an arm around her waist and she let out a yell, pointing her feet.

"Ew! Vince, I'm not wearing my shoes, I-"

"Oh, don't be so silly," he grabbed her waist with both hands and then pulled her off the ground, so she could plant her feet on top of his. Wendy laughed.

"Now I'm like a little kid," she grinned, her cheeks hurting from how much she had smiled all night. She leaned in and rested her forehead to his chest as he slow danced with her, an arm wrapped around her waist and doing wide circles around the quickly emptying ballroom.

Vince's laugh rumbled in his chest as he twirled them around, then stopped, panting, smiling at her. She smiled in return, leaning her head back so she could look him in the eye, "what?"

He pushed a strand of hair away from her sweaty forehead, then traced her face with his index, "just... Memorizing you."

"Oh fuck off," Wendy giggled, "you don't have to memorize me at my worst, all sweaty and pink in the face. You see me every day."

Vince smiled, but didn't look away, "no. I wanna memorize you like this," he traced up her smile, "I love you."

Wendy's smile trembled, melted into something sweeter, softer... Deeper, "I love you too."

#OOOF #gonna cry now thanks #mywriting #panic attacks #panic attack #lucas atwood #but honestly I could mark whump for all the involved #i'm aware i just posted a fic i just have no self control

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tobiasdrake · 6 months

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Episode 24: The Sigh of Haruhi Suzumiya, Part 5

Been dreading this one because I really liked the confrontation at the end of Part 4 and some individual scenes have been neat but for the most part this arc has been extremely gross.

Also, had to change the shady piracy website that I'm taking my screenshots from. We're watching the show on Crunchyroll but we have to do "Someone in the extended family has a subscription and we all share" shenanigans for all of our streaming services so nobody knows who had the Crunchyroll password and I can't get it on my computer.

Yuki has a cat now. I wonder if she'll get to keep it. I would love to see Yuki transition from stoic robot with no furnishings to stoic robot who is a cat person now.

Her apartment filled with just that one kotatsu and also a scratching post, cat tree, cat tunnel, and food dishes.

Sitting at the kotatsu with a book open on the table, reading with a cat in her lap. Petting its head mechanically; The same exact motion on repeat like a metronome. "Kitty," she says aloud in her emotionless monotone.

In any case, we got through this shooting session without more Mikuru grossness so I'm hoping Haruhi learned something from yesterday's meltdown and reconciliation. I mean, this is still happening:

But that's still gonna happen. Haruhi gonna Haruhi.

I just. Would really like to see character growth come out of this gross arc.

Shamisen is amazingly verbose and capable of a complex understanding of language.

I want to keep him. I desperately want to keep him. Can we keep him? Please tell me we get to keep him.

I will trade this character for him.

Aww, we're sending Shamisen with Kyon. That's a shame. I was all set for Cat Ladybot Yuki.

At this point, the only reason I feel confident that those guys aren't another Haruhi Thing (TM) is because that's not her genre. XD

Part of me thinks it's for the best that Haruhi doesn't read medieval fantasy and didn't make a world with dragons and shit. But then I remember that she did make a world with reality-bending data aliens. Being as sci-fi nerd isn't any better than a fantasy nerd in this regard.

Who's up for a religious schism!?

Mikuru offers a conflicting interpretation of Haruhi to what Itsuki's been saying. Itsuki believes that, in the event three years ago, Haruhi created the universe. That, essentially, all things in existence are only three years old. There is no past beyond that point, which meshes with something Mikuru told us early on.

It's impossible to travel back in time beyond three years from today, for reasons unknown. This would make sense if there is no past, as Itsuki speculated.

If the universe sprang into existence fully formed from the timequake three years ago then it would be impossible to travel beyond the timequake.

The computer bug came to our time from a parallel reality 208 million years ago, according to Yuki. In order for that to be true, there must have existed a period of time 208 million years ago.

This doesn't disprove Haruhi creating the universe in the timequake. She could have created time retroactively. But it does mean that the nonexistence of time beyond the timequake cannot be used as evidence to prove that Haruhi created the universe, because time does exist beyond the timequake. Mikuru's organization can't reach it, but the Data Integration Thought Entity's awareness can.

Which, itself, makes sense since it's already been established that the aliens have a better grasp of time than the time travelers do. In any case, it seems likely that the world existed before three years ago.

As Yuki clarifies, Mikuru instead believes that the world was always like this but Haruhi has the ability to discover strange and mysterious things. There were always aliens, but Haruhi's abilities simply drew them in, basically.

I don't think that's correct either. Kyon brings up that all of the espers spontaneously developed their abilities and awareness of Haruhi during The Event Three Years Ago, which is fairly significant proof that the world was altered. Yuki's counterpoint... sucks?

"Maybe he lied."

I mean, sure, but if we go down that rabbit hole then maybe Haruhi has no powers and Yuki's just been using her alien magic to fake all of it this whole time. Anyone can be lying about anything, Yuki. That's a bad argument.

Obviously something happened three years ago because all three of them agree on that. Yuki, Mikuru, and Itsuki have all independently testified that some fucking shit went down three years ago that brought them all here.

I've already made my argument against Itsuki's interpretation. A decisive argument against "The world was always like this" is Mikuru herself. You could say that the extradimensional bug always existed, and Haruhi's logo simply drew it to her. You could say that the Celestials are a natural phenomenon that are simply being stirred up by Haruhi's emotions. You could say that Shamisen is actually a talking cat because of reasons, that simply crossed Haruhi's path.

But Mikuru Beam is pretty hard to equivocate. Haruhi gave Mikuru the ability to shoot a photon laser out of her eye, which she did not previously possess. (The time loop also comes to mind.) So. No, Mikuru. The world was not always like this. Haruhi is doing shit.

The most plausible explanation is the alternative one that Itsuki first introduced. The one where Haruhi did not create the world but did remake it. Her power simply erupted one day and expanded across the universe like Devil Homura's Labyrinth.

I get the point they're making here about the complexity of belief. Like a proper religion, at the end of the day, it is difficult to draw any factual conclusions about the true esoteric nature of Haruhi Suzumiya. But I think, if you look deep enough, there are sufficient pieces to draw suppositional conclusions, at least - but those may vary from person to person.

We'll never truly know.

Okay, I'm loving the idea of Mikuru and Itsuki's factions being hostile to one another and the inter-group drama that such an idea would create. Especially since we all have to play Nice Happy Club Friends in front of Haruhi.

Religious schism and political intrigue in my slice-of-life show about goldfish scooping with the local cosmic horror? Yes please.

But I feel a little uncomfortable with the idea that *gestures at Mikuru* ALL OF THAT was stuff Mikuru went along with because she's trying to honeypot Kyon.

It feels like they're trying super hard to salvage what they've done with Mikuru and are instead making it worse.

That said, what I do like is that we didn't have any more gross Haruhi Molests Mikuru jokes in this whole episode. Itsuki's mad at Kyon for not fixing the "Haruhi's movie is warping reality" problem but I'm satisfied that Kyon and Haruhi's meltdown did result in changed behavior, at least for now.

She's still an asshole.

But at least she's backed off of the sexual harassment that these episodes had dialed up so high. So that's something.

Oh hey we're FINALLY having the lunch conversation that was promised all the way back in episode 6. Kyon's finally going to break the rules and leak everything to Haruhi.

And just like Yuki promised: Haruhi doesn't fucking care what you think, Kyon. In fact, she thinks you're making fun of her. Good job.

#the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya #haruhi suzumiya #yuki nagato #mikuru asahina #itsuki koizumi

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alpona · 2 years

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Geats episode 14 liveblog:

What an episode full of delicious info! Obviously spoilers.

- lol, Game master getting annoyed at predictable winner situation?

- Keiwa-kun being the super nice guy again

- yes Neon, I'm also wondering about Ace's secret plan.

- woo, Keiwa using command twin buckle already! Good good, no drama like boost.

- punkjack didn't write aaanything for a wish, not even a silly one.....

- *gasp* yesss! Jamatos showing traits of dead riders, because they're grown from broken ID cores!! What did I write in that episode.... Ah, so Jamatos are kinda like... Reborn...plant...people....??

- hmm, So red-hat girl was an illusion created by the Jamato, and it can make hallucination inducing pollens. Very cool.

- Ace directly asking important questions.

- btw, punkjack may not know about Ace's wish to join every game, but Ace definitely realized that simply eliminating him won't accomplish anything, right? His memory will only be lost for this game, he'll get it back when the next game begins. Killing him is the only option for game master.

- Neon's valid concern. Sigh... Sometimes you do need certain people...

- hello bodyguard-san! What's Neon's gonna ask...

- I expected punkjack to betray game master, but he betrayed punkjack first? Ahaha

- sweet exposition time! My favorite!

- the superstar wish had deeper reasons after all. This kinda has a parallel with Neon making videos to get noticed too.

- yay, detective bodyguards!

- woahh Ben and John already used to be riders!! That means definitely on screen henshin in future episodes too!

Congrats Tom Constantine for becoming a rider on top of joining the cast! Woah, what a dream come true!

What are the motifs, white tiger?

- 'sponsor' huh. And DGP even needs funds. Curious how these things actually works considering the reality bending powers they have...

Is there an alien with superpower 'sponsoring' these things? Lol.

- punkjack backstory. His music career wasn't a lie, woah

- Ace's mom was a navigator? Ok! Did she became the main boss behind everything, or did something and got banned or something... I wonder.

- Yeah, we're also thinking you should know game master's identity, Ace-kun.

- oh, thank you! Thank goodness it was Ace's plan to deliberately let Michinaga take the driver, I'm glad the slyness isn't totally gone 😁

- "what am I doing with my life" thats what I wonder everyday too, dear punkjack.

- by the way, Neon has a very practical hairstyle this episode.

- little deception lesson Punkjack and game master should learn: don't reveal your plan before fully achieving your goal. (I'm not a criminal consultant btw)

- Game master henshin time! Vision driver huh, a totally different system than regular riders. With fingerprint scan n all. Girori become glare. The suit is cool

- and he can even do mind control, wow, scary!

- episodes almost ending, when's that preview scene of Ace worriedly looking at his ID core at... I had some ideas about that scene.

I was thinking maybe Game master will 'deactivate' Geats ID core, to ensure he can't even henshin with ANY driver at all.

- Ace just went poof eliminated? The scene was so short, nooo Takahashi-san, there could've been much more drama here..!

More twists please (lol)

But again, Game master can't seriously be content with just eliminating Ace, unless... He's planning the murder while Ace doesn't remember anything and is vulnerable, outside the game, with some trick that doesn't revive him👀😳? *Dan dan daaan!*

- lol at the rule!

Well well, we got the visual of Ace-kun being eliminated! That's actually not a big deal, cuz anytime he can come in contact with an ID core and remember everything, most likely Keiwa himself will go ahead and do that. Plus the upper management seems to be on his side, heck, wouldn't be surprised if he already has a backup plan and hid a spare ID core in his room! Basically, he can very easily join again very soon, maybe next episode. So Geats isn't gone yet. But I'm actually waiting for his apperant 'death' sometime.

(I'm starting to sound like an ominous witch with all the 'Ace will die' talk 😝)

#kamen rider geats #kr geats #ukiyo ace #geats liveblog #geats rant #win hareruya

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whitmanpumpkin · 5 years

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I beg that we talk professor!hader 😩

i beg we do, too. because first off there’s the question of whether he’s your flustered english professor (assigned to helping you with your master’s thesis) or if he’s the kind of awkward (but in a sweet way) drama professor every freshman has an opinion on.

i’m going to come back to the english professor concept, but let’s talk about about the drama professor for the moment.

he’s the professor who you’d never thought to be one. he dresses like a grad student, and one who never really learned to dress in the first place. in fact, on your first day with him, you talked to him like another student because it had never crossed your mind he could ever be the professor. you were hitting your head on your desk for the entire lecture.

not only does every freshman have an opinion on him (because of course they do), but every other student that’s passed through his doors has one too. there are even some who have never had the guy, who all sigh when you tell them he’s your theatre 120 professor.

he doesn’t like to be called “professor hader” and would much rather just be called bill. someone calls him william once, and he made sure no one ever did that again. but then someone else joked with him using “billiam” and that slides from time to time, but only because he’s laughing too hard to correct them.

he likes to write a lot of notes, in sloppy handwriting, during all of your graded performances. at first, you’re terrified he’s writing so much because he’s going to give you a horrible grade, but instead he passes every student and has just given them a full page of constructive criticism that he hopes help them become better.

and then there’s the fact every student that he has basically has a huge crush on him. those tend to intensify whenever his students see him preform and realize that he’s actually good at what he does. and he’s funny. and he’s great at impersonating the other professors in the program.

you feel that same futile crush festering around in your ribcage on certain days, which are the same days you repress it. of course, it pops back up a few months later just a little stronger, but it’s not like anything is ever going to come of it. yes, he is the youngest professor and is technically only like 5 or 6 years older than you, but still. ethics, ya know?

you’re lucky enough to snag him for some of the higher level classes. and you’re not exactly the next meryl streep or anything (hence why you weren’t accepted to a conservatory like julliard’s or yale’s) but you think you’re pretty good.

well, that’s until you get rosalind in as you like it your senior year.

you knew all of her fun facts before you got the role. she’s the “female hamlet” and has more lines than any other female in shakespeare’s many plays. you just hadn’t prepared yourself for all of those lines, and you can feel your stress levels rising steadily as you start to drill your lines. but with the stress comes when your lines are falling flat during rehearsal, and you can see professor hader trying to hide his look of frustration as he marks his copy of the script.

that only makes it worse, because now you’re worrying too much about the director’s opinion, and you’re starting to flounder the words all together.

which is when he calls it a day and tells everyone to go home.

“except for y/n. could you stick around for a while?” he asks as everyone else is starting to pack up their things and head out the door. you sigh and nod, praying this isn’t a long talk about the role and the stress levels you’re dealing with right now. you don’t think that you can cry in front of a professor and survive.

he actually just wants to go over the scene and see where you’re trying to go with the character. “i really think you’re a good actor,” he reassures you. “you just look tense. how can we, uh, how can we fix that?”

“i don’t know,” you say. you can hear the stress rolling off your voice, and you try your best to push that back down when you continue. “would you run a few scenes with me and tell me what i need to work on?”

“sure.” he sounds so reassuring and warm, and you think your worries are starting to fall away – just a little. “what do you want to work on? how about act three?”

and it goes incredibly well. he puts everything into his lines (even if they aren’t technically his) and you’re able to actually feel the rhythm of the words. you feel your heart beating against your ribcage as the scene grows heavier, and orlando’s confessions of admiration to rosalind seem a little too real (but that has to be your imagination) for bill to be acting. but then again, he is a pretty good actor.

after that rehearsal, you have a newfound bounce in your step and rehearsals continue to go well.

and even through hell week, you’re doing pretty good.

but then you notice that maybe bill isn’t? like he’s not laughing as much during run throughs, and in his lectures he’s not as prepared. plus, he looks exhausted. so, there’s that.

you decide to knock on the door of his office one day, which is decorated in old movie and play posters, lit only by some lamps emitting a warm glow that covers the room. he has his head on his desk and he doesn’t even try to look professional for you, instead just lifting his head and wiping his face as he asks “what can I do for you, y/n?”

“i just came to check on you,” you admit. “are you doing okay?”

he doesn’t respond for a second, and then he sighs. “are you okay with shutting the door?”

you don’t mind at all, and hear it click shut. you take a seat in one of the chairs near his desk, but not the one that would have you opposite of him. there’s one in a corner that looks comfortable.

you give him a look that says “spill”, and he laughs a little. but he talks, gently and a little reserved, about his stress and the fact that it’s only like the second show he’s directed in the program. so, he’s pretty nervous – but not about you. “you’re doing great,” he makes sure to say. he adds, “you’re always great” just a little quieter.

you feel blush creeping up your cheeks.

the two of you continue the conversation for another twenty minutes or so, and it only ends because you have another lecture to get to.

he looks a little better the rest of hell week. when he doesn’t, you send encouraging smiles his way and thumbs up. he chuckles sometimes; other times he just smiles back.

the run goes incredibly well. you don’t know why you were so worried to begin with, because it was like wearing a glove when you played rosalind. plus, it helped having an orlando that actually looked at you as though he was smitten.

when the last show was over and done with, bows and thanks all done, you plopped down in your dressing room. the other girls in the room were all chatting about whether or not to go to the party that “orlando” (real name jack) was having that night. you planned on going, you just needed to do a few things first.

as the other girls headed out and carpooled away and into town, you headed upstairs and back to bill’s office. the lamps were on, and you could see the tall outline of bill in a suit from the other side of the frosted glass. he looked good in a suit.

you knocked.

when he opened the door, his eyes met your and there was such a joy in his eyes to see you. “the star of the hour!”

“the director of the hour!” you reply as you step inside. you shut the door without thinking about it, and lean up against the sturdy wood. your eyes glance over to his desk, where there’s a small bottle of whiskey opened.

his eyes follow yours over. “do you want one?” bill asks. your shrug serves as a ‘why not?’ and soon enough, he’s pulling a glass out of one of his filing cabinets and handing a drink to you. he’s refilled his own as you toast to a great show.

“hey, i couldn’t have done it without you.” he says.

“and i, you.”

you both take the shot of the amber without much resistance, and it burns the back of your throat while you slam it back onto his desk. “it’s rough, i know.” he sighs.

“no, it’s good.” you say. “why not have another?”

and that’s kind of how you end up having three more glasses? by which point, you can start to feel the heat rising up your neck and in your cheeks, which definitely means there’s a buzz going. getting drunk with a professor? something you never thought you’d do, but here you are.

and as coincidence would have it, the lightbulb from the lamp he has goes out, plunging the room into darkness. you fumble up to try and turn on the real light to the office, but you don’t notice that he’s trying to do the same thing until his hand overlaps yours on the light switch.

neither of you flip it.

you’re too entranced by how warm his hand feels, and how you feel him take a step closer. he’s right behind you now, and you don’t think you have an issue with it.

you turn around to face him, only to find that he’s staring right at you. you don’t notice the missing warmth of his hand anymore, too invested by the fact his chest is rising and falling slowly, but so slow that you think he’s having to control his breathing. his eyes meet yours. you’re going to blame it on the drinks, but you lean up and press your lips to his.

you expect him to pull away, but he does no such thing. instead, he takes the upper hand and kisses you with such a ferocity that your back hits the wood of the door and your feet lift off the floor just a tiny bit. his arms snake around you and up into your hair, pulling at the pinned portions used to hold your wig in place.

your hair tumbles down in curls and he just gathers it back up in his hands as he holds you steady. you’re glad he is, because your legs are weak and feel like jello.

when he finally pulls away to get a good look at you, you’re trying to do the same. even in the dark you can see his face is flushed, and you’ve managed to completely destroy the neat hairstyle he had pulled off for the night. and you’re not sure why that feels so good.

#i mean -- like what a prompt to wake up to??#okay i hAVE SO MANY MORE IDEAS FOR THIS BUT I NEED TO RUN INTO TOWN AND DO SOME ERRANDS.#SO SEND ME MORE IDEAS FOR THIS PLEASE #i realized about 3 posts from the end that i could have gone with the english professor too #because i just read this thing about how he loves reading the classics #but the cavieat was that it was because he never read them for school and therefore didn't have any disdain for them #so like i don't even know if that would work with him as a professor #but we're already bending reality?? so i'm gonna have to come back to that #bill hader x reader #bill hader x you #bill hader #bill hader imagine #bill hader self insert

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bonny-kookoo · 3 years

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Taehyung: care for me 1

In which Kim Taehyung, member of South Koreas biggest boy group, uses his influence and wealth for something other than clothes and accessories for once.

Tags/warnings: Cat hybrid!Reader x Idol!Taehyung, pet!Reader, it'll make sense trust me, fluff, angst, mentions of neglect, shy!Reader, mentions of slight PTSD, Taehyung is so sweet with her I can't :(, I know this sounds generic as fuck but give it a chance lol

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He hates putting a collar on you.

While he knows you don't mind, that you're used to it, he just thinks it's quite demeaning. If anyone was to ask him, he'd love to even leave the leash out completely- but there was only so much he could really bend the rules. While you do wear a more decorative collar with your identification mark dangling off of it in the front, you're actually wearing a harness- delicate leather less restrictive as it would be if he was to hook the leash onto your collar. He wants to let you walk free like everyone else- but he has to bow down to the laws of his country, holding the leash loosely in his hand as they all walk towards the cars parked- ready to take them to the next hotel.

There's people ignoring you completely, others eagerly trying to get a glimpse of you. He's careful to bow down here and there when it's needed, glad that Jungkook behind him makes sure no one can reach you- your tail curled around your leg after an incident a few weeks back when a fan had pulled on it quite harshly. He still remembers the panic in your face as you'd held onto him, and he's still so upset over it. Because even then, even with a reason to, you didn't lash out.

You never did.

It didn't matter if someone bothered you, tugged your tail or reached for you, hurting you in the process- you always did the same thing: silently looking up at Taehyung for help. And God knows he wants to protect you from any harm in the world, barely able to, but nevertheless trying hard.

In the eyes of the public, it portrays him as oh so gentlemanly, chivalrous and generous that he's keeping you around- when in reality, it bothers him that it's not seen as normal. Whenever an interviewer asks, he always made sure to talk about you like a person- because that's what you were.

Now of course, he could never openly admit to the public that he was actually harboring an emotional attraction to you, but he luckily doesn't have to worry about that. Within the Fandom, most are convinced that any form of affection caught on camera is just "him being him". It makes him glad, but also a bit upset, knowing he's secretly lying by not correcting them. "You good?" Yoongi asks as he notices Taehyung spacing out after sitting down in the car. You're also looking at him, a bit sleepily so, since you'd slept during the flight already, and barely woke up to make the way to the car. So he simply smiles and nods, running his hand over your head, making you close your eyes and lean into his side. "She's gonna be out like a light as soon as we're there." Yoongi says, smiling at your almost asleep form next to Taehyung.

"I'm beat too, not gonna lie." Taehyung says, watching your tail move around a bit. "Glad though that it went smooth this time." He says, and Yoongi nods, before unbuckling his seatbelt. Taehyung helps you out the car, deciding to carry you however, waving the guys goodnight before reaching his hotel room.

He's simply laying you down for now, washing up, before he wakes you. "Come on kitten, I promise I'll let you sleep in a minute." He tells you, chuckling a bit as you sleepily sit up, raising your arms to make it easier for him to undo your harness and get you out of your shirt.

Once you're dressed in your sleeping garments, consisting of some cotton shorts and a shirt of his, you simply flop down to the side, making him smile at you before he joins you on the bed. He makes a mental note to remind you of your proper skincare tomorrow, unable to force you to stay awake any longer for now. He simply pulls you closer, listening to your purring until it slowly becomes quiet- a sign that you've finally fallen asleep.

And so he closes his eyes as well, falling asleep until his alarm wakes him up the next morning.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung imagine #taehyung #bts v #care for me au

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minyoongees · 3 years

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FANTASY || JHS

✧ pairing: boyfriend!hoseok x reader

✧ genre: crack, smut

✧ word count: 1.4k

✧ summary: When Hoseok hears the shower running, he can’t help but let his fantasies run wild.

✧ snip: “Who is the intruder in the bathroom he just had potential sex with

✧ warnings: mentions of oc’s body parts in sexual ways, mention of hobi’s body parts in sexual ways, doggy style, begging, hair pulling, mild edging, mentions of an intruder, oc being waaayyy too close to her sister (yes this counts as a warning, y’all single child won’t get it), embarrassing situations

I’d be glad to know what you think of this!

The sound of keys jiggling fills up the empty hallways, practiced hands opening the lock within seconds. It opens with a creak and he cringes. For any sound from him could alert you of his presence and it could shatter his plans of scaring you.

He tip toes inside, softly sliding the keys into his dress pants' pocket. He strides forward slowly to your room, hoping to find you sitting on the vanity so he can scare you enough for you to mess up your eyeliner (he's pure evil and he knows that).

But an empty room and the sound of the shower running bums him out.

“Y/n baby we're gonna be late this way!” He calls out in the general direction of the shower door.

He lifts his arm to look at the watch on his wrist, “It's 7 already! We'll miss our reservation, just try to be quick yeah? I'm waiting outside in your room.”

So much for scaring you, he's got the scare now. They'd cancel the reservation he worked so hard on to book. It's not really a special day, but it really is. It's the same day 2 years ago you and him had sex for the first time after 3 months of dating. Now it wouldn't be something that special, you see (at least not special enough to work a month overtime to afford that expensive restaurant). But you had such explosive sex that day, you couldn't let this opportunity go now.

That day he made you cum 4 times, discovered your love for his tongue and discovered how you it makes you go dizzy when he chokes you a little. He loves to see your ass jiggle when he hits it from behind,

“Hobi, please-”

“What is it baby, what do you want”

You didn't even know what you were begging for, your head was empty except for Hoseok's dick and the way he was making you feel.

“What do you want?” he growled again with a particular sharp thrust of his hips and even any slight thought you might have had, flew out the window. The pleasure made your muscles relax to the point it was hard to speak. So he took the hint for himself.

He grabbed your hair, pulled your back to his chest and began grinding in you. The sudden change in positions had his dick grazing your insides from an angle that gave you the leverage to come back to reality. You moaned and whined so loud at the sensation. The knot in your stomach was loosening up, you were losing your orgasm but you were still so on the edge of it. You whined again, tryna back up into him and he, just chuckled. He chuckled. At your misery. That's right.

But before you could do something about it, Hoseok started thrusting again at a fast set pace.

“Good girls don't whine y/n and you know it, they take what's given to them” He growled.

He snakes his arm around your waist, fingers to your clit and other hand lingering on your neck. He bends you forward and hits right at the spot which makes you go limp in his arms. Any smart reply on your tongue is swallowed back down. Your orgasm creeping back up on you, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“This is hands down the best sex I've had”

That's what you said to him in the heat of the moment and he hasn't forgotten it ever since. Even in the later hours it kept him wondering what exactly was it that he did to make you feel this way. Though he couldn't pin it exactly, but whatever was it he did, it only got better. Maybe it was the day you got to know one another' s body more, or got more comfortable with each other, but it really did change the way you look at each other now.

He can still hear the shower running. But he's got something else on his mind now.

He lifts himself off your bed and walks to your bathroom door and leans on one shoulder there.

“Hey sweetie!” He calls out, and waits for you to answer.

The shower stops running and he's met with complete silence. He knows you're listening.

“Remember the time you said I was the best sex you've ever had?” Yes, he knows he's twisting your words around, but he cannot bring himself to care enough.

“That was when I tried chocking you for the first time, you were so submissive for me, eyes all droopy. You couldn't even talk all your smart comebacks died down in your throat. Oh I remember the way your ass jiggled and the way you moaned so much, like, it's the most motherfucking beautiful sound I've heard in my life,” getting father away into his memories he didn't even realize when he started to palm himself in his pants.

“Oh I can't wait to see you tonight in that red satin dress of yours. You always look like such a sin, always so submissive for me, making me feel proud that they all know who you belong to.” he violently palms himself, his own hammy fantasies taking him too far. He couldn't think straight. Not right now when all his blood from his brain had rushed to his dick.

“I can't wait to come home and taste your lips like champagne, can't wait to pepper kisses all over your chest and thighs, eat you like the three course meal you are and kiss your fingertips—”

He seemed so adamant on fucking you that the time constraint seemed nothing like a problem to him anymore. But before he could execute it-

The keys jiggle again and he hears the familiar creak of your door opening. Wait- Who else had your keys?

He runs outside the bedroom to find you setting the groceries down on the table.

If you're here then who's in the bathroom taking a shower he just had potential sex with??

Automatically, he assumes the worst when all the blood rushes back to his brain.

“Oh hey Hoseok, when did you get here?” You chime.

“y/n!”

You turn to him startled and he grips your shoulders tight.

“y/n listen to me, now don't panic and listen,” he said, a little too exasperated for him not to be panicking himself “there is an intruder in your house and he's in the shower, I have no idea who he is but you lock the door and I'll call 911, it's okay we don't have to panic—”

“Wait what? The intruder is showering?” you question, like it's the stupidest thing ever, because it is!

“What are you talking about?” you laugh and say.

You took in his form, his formal shirt and those dress pants, silver hoops dangling from his ears, his blonde hair styled back. A small smile arose your lips at the sight of him.

“You forgot didn't you?” you take his hands off your hands and hold them in your hands, “Baby remember how I postponed our date to tomorrow 2 weeks ago because Jisoo was coming over?”

He turns his head back to look at her head peeking out of the door, hair dripping wet, tryna hold in a laugh.

You both look at each and start laughing. Hoseok drags himself to the couch, embarrassed, "Yeah yeah laugh all you want”

He hides his face in his palms and calls out "Noona you should've said something!” his voice muffled.

“Oh it was too funny to stop you, with all the ass jiggling and the three course meal” She laughs again.

“Wait, what?” You question “What happened here?”

Great that's what he needed now.

“Oh nothing sweetie, come here” he pulls you to him with your wrists,”I might've said something about how I wanted to fuck you tonight because I thought it was you in the shower.” He says in a small voice into your skin. Even saying it out loud now makes his skin crawl.

He can hear Jisoo laughing again with you as you place yourself next to him on the couch. You take his hand from between his palms and press a soft kiss on his cheek

You take the moment to put your lips next to his ear and whisper,"Don't worry, it'd be better than your fantasy”

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barnesbabee · 3 years

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𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 - 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂

|| ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ⇜ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ - 20 - ɴᴇxᴛ⟿

⟿ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: No sensible person would turn down their boss if they looked good as good as Seonghwa. But maybe they would wish they had…

⟿ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ: CEO!Seonghwa x reader, bestfriend!Yunho x reader || Social Media!AU || no gender specified for the reader

A/N: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

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The day was long and silent, and although no one had gotten any sleep, no one could close their eyes for more than a minute. The haunting picture of Yunho's dead body and splattered blood clouding their minds. The only one who hadn't seen the body yet was Jongho, but he was too busy trying to make sure Mingi wouldn't freak out again.

The five of you eventually fell asleep, when your bodies finally calmed down and gave in to the temptation.

You were, however, suddenly awoken by a loud noise of something falling. All of you sat up straight in the living room and looked around. There were only four of you. Mingi.

All of you stood up immediately and began searching the house in a panicked state, calling out for Mingi as you did so.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Seonghwa yelled, after a couple of minutes of looking.

You all ran towards where he was. You found Seonghwa holding a crying Mingi by the arm, in the attic of the house.

"What happened?" You asked.

Seonghwa roughly pushed Mingi towards you all.

"I got here and this dumbass had opened the skylight and was trying to get onto the roof!"

San held Mingi's hand and moved the man to stand behind him, angrily looking at Seonghwa.

"Hey man, take it easy." San advised.

Seonghwa placed his hands on his hips and widened his eyes.

"Take it easy? Take. It. Easy!? There's already a dead body in my fucking house, from a situation that I had nothing to do with, mind you, and I was about to have a second body to bury because of this fool's bad choices. I am helping you idiots out a lot and you're pushing me to the limits, okay!? I have a lot to lose here. I have a company to run and a lot of people that are going to lose jobs if the CEO goes down as an accessory to murder."

There was only silence, as it dawned on the selfish group what they were asking of Seonghwa.

"I'm sorry." San said, not even able to lift up his head and look Seonghwa in the eye.

The latter shook his head and walked away.

"I'm leaving the house. Keep an eye on that douchebag."

The sound of the front door slamming echoed in the house, and all of you felt incredibly embarrassed. Once you got back to the living room, Jongho surprised all of you. He sat Mingi down on the couch and stared down at him.

"I'm tired, Mingi. I really am. You made those two go out into the woods to fetch a dead body, you made them scrub blood off of walls and off the floor, you made Seonghwa, who doesn't even like you by the way, he's doing this for Y/N, hide a body in his house, and you were going to kill yourself!? Are you that much of a fucking coward!? Mingi you're not 16. You're a grown man, you're almost 22, it's about time you start taking accountability for your actions, we can't baby you forever, 'cause it's getting tiring. We're all desperate here, and we have to worry about yourselves, about dead Yunho, and now about an unstable manchild. Focus on the fucking reality Mingi."

Jongho was straight-up yelling by the end of his rant, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets and face red, out of anger. He then stormed off, just like Seonghwa, leaving a very quiet and tense room.

San sighed and sat next to his friend.

"You know, he's right Mingi. Maybe should've worded it better, but you really can't do what you were about to do... You were about to screw us all over when we are risking our lives to help you. This isn't just about you anymore."

Mingi could only nod, and cry, as his aching throat wouldn't allow him to do anything else.

You sighed and stood up.

"I'm... I'm gonna go find Seonghwa, I need to apologize."

You picked up your coat from the coat hanger near the door.

"You know where he is?" San asked.

"I have an idea..."

You were sure he was back at the office. He felt comfortable there, it was a place where he could take his head off of all his worries. Also, he kept his best whiskey in his office... It wasn't very far from his house, but you were impatient, you needed some time alone with him desperately. You showed your pass to the security by the entrance and they let you through, as you hurriedly made your way to the CEO's office.

You could hear two voices chatting from the inside, you didn't quite recognize the other person, but you were pretty sure it was Hongjoong. You knocked on the door softly, ignoring the big 'do not disturb' sign.

"I- Hongjoong what the fuck didn't I ask you to put the sign outside!?" You could hear Seonghwa ask.

You heard his heavy footsteps walk closer to the door and for a second you were afraid, maybe you shouldn't have come...

The door opened slowly before you, however, interrupting your thoughts.

"My apologies but I'm currently- oh it's you baby." Seonghwa pulled you in a big bear hug as soon as he realized who you were.

You hugged him back, a little hesitant with Hongjoong seeing you two acting romantically. Seonghwa realized you were a little stiff and pulled away, then realizing what the discomfort was about once he saw you looking at Hongjoong.

"Oh, I told him... I hope it's fine. He's kind of known from the beginning."

You closed the door behind you and followed Seonghwa into his office, as you looked at Hongjoong with an 'oh really?' look, making him chuckle.

"Well I did try to call dibs on you when you got hired but he got salty about it, and then every time I made a comment about you he'd get mad. I still did it though, I knew something was going on and I wanted him to tell me." Hongjoong explained as he smiled brightly.

"Yeah yeah good times, why don't you tell them about 'wanting to bend them over your desk and making them beg'?"

Hongjoong's head perked up and his eyes widened, as his ears turned bright red.

"Seonghwa what the fuck-" He whispered, feeling a little uncomfortable in the room.

You were a little embarrassed, but also proud.

"It's fine, plus," Seonghwa got up from his chair and stood behind you, grabbing your hips in the process "they like it. They love to hear how they want to get fucked, isn't that right, Y/N?"

You pressed your thighs together and kept your gaze focused on the ground. Seonghwa gripped your jaw and forced you to look at Hongjoong.

"I- I do like to hear that..."

Hongjoong chuckled and got closer to you, inspecting your body from head to toe.

"You're one lucky son of a bitch, Seonghwa..."

Seonghwa rolled his hips against your ass, so you could feel his boner.

"Hmm, I am aren't I..."

You chuckled and decided to take the opportunity. You knew Seonghwa liked to relieve his stress with sex, and you owed him at least this much for helping you out.

"What's so funny, doll?" Seonghwa asked, curious about your chuckle.

"I was just thinking about all the times you called me a filthy whore, when you're the one practically begging to have a threesome with me and your best friend... Who's the whore now?" You teased, knowing you were pushing all the right buttons.

"Ooh, are you gonna let them talk to you like that."

Seonghwa chuckled as he gripped your throat.

"No, I'm not."

He turned you around and pushed your body against a wall, keeping you trapped by his own body.

"You know which buttons to push doll, maybe I'll reward you for that later. But now, you're going to take this cock in that pretty little hole of yours, and then you'll suck off Hongjoong. Wouldn't want him to feel left out, would we?" Seonghwa asked, with a devilish smirk.

"No sir, we would not." You replied, wearing the same smirk.

Seonghwa felt as if he was falling in love with you right there and then, he felt like he finally found the perfect match, but he could leave the sappy shit for later.

The man placed a short, but intense kiss to your lips before gripping your hair and guiding you to kneel in front of Hongjoong.

"Come on baby, show him what you can do, make me proud."

You smirked and looked up at Hongjoong, as you worked in taking off his suit pants. You slipped them off, along with his boxers, and his hard dick nearly slapped you in the face. It wasn't huge but damn was it pretty. You teased him a little, licking a long stripe, from the base to the tip, teasing the head with your tongue, causing him to groan.

"They always like this?"

"Yeah, they like to see me suffer, but it doesn't last long 'cause..." Seonghwa paused and knelt right beside you, pushing your head so Hongjoong's cock would be fully in your mouth "I'm impatient. But they like it rough."

Seonghwa sat on his desk, as he watched his best friend fuck your mouth, slowly. He pumped his cock to the same pace your head moved, and you'd soon start hearing small groans from both men.

"Shit, Y/N, on all fours."

You complied, pulling out of Hongjoong. He groaned at the cold air hitting his member, as he missed your mouth already. Seonghwa knelt behind you, and entered you very slowly. Hongjoong was about to put his dick back in your mouth, but your partner stopped him.

"Y/N, colour?"

"Green, very green."

Seonghwa smiled and slapped your ass lightly, then giving Hongjoong the green light to continue.

You had to hold off your orgasm a couple of times, as the feeling of both men filling you up and the sound of their needy moans was too much to handle.

"Do you wanna cum?" Seonghwa asked, figuring it out from how much you were clenching.

"I'm almost there baby, you can cum, cum for us."

A couple more thrusts and a spank from Seonghwa were all it took to take you over the edge. It didn't take both men much to 'cross the line' either, Hongjoong painting your face with his cum, and Seonghwa your ass. Their moans combined was something you secretly wanted to hear again.

Seonghwa picked you up, bridal style, and looked at you.

"Come on man, I wanted to kiss her." Seonghwa complained, as your lips were stained by Hongjoong's cum.

Hongjoong felt embarrassed, after coming down from the high he wasn't as confident as Seonghwa.

"Are you okay darling?" Your partner asked, brushing your hair away from your face.

You just nodded.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong helped clean you up and both got dressed.

"I guess you should go deal with the... situation."

You looked at Hongjoong with a confused face, as you zipped up your trousers.

"Situation?" You asked.

"Remember when I said I told him everything? I meant everything."

You widened your eyes once you realized what he meant.

"Seonghwa are you insane!?"

"Calm down Y/N, he's not snitching on anyone! Plus I needed to tell someone who was on my side. I was going insane with your friends constantly baying Mingi."

You sighed. You really couldn't be mad at him for it. You hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"You're right... I'm sorry I got you involved at all and thank you."

Seonghwa kissed the top of your head.

"It's fine, let's just get this over with so I can be with you."

Your bid goodbye to a (still) very embarrassed Hongjoong and left, so you could go back home and deal with the drama. You wished you could just take the car and run away, and live by yourselves until it all washed away, but it wasn't that simple. And it was about to get even more complicated.

When you got to the house and opened the door, a weeping Jongho stood over San's limp body.

"What!? What the fuck happened!?" Seonghwa asked as you and him rushed to check on San.

"I- I don't know! I left after you did" He said, hinting at Seonghwa "and when I came back Mingi wasn't here and San was on the ground. He's still breathing but I don't know what happened."

"What!? Why did you leave?" Seonghwa asked.

"Everyone was upset at Mingi for constantly behaving like a child and Jongho yelled at him and told him to stop expecting us to baby him and that he had to take responsibility for his actions, it got too much and Jongho had to leave for some air..." You explained.

"Responsibility for his actions?..." Seonghwa repeated to himself, trying to figure out what happened, and suddenly a sad idea popped into his head.

He ran into the garage, leaving you and Jongho confused, and holding San.

The man came back just as quickly, looking preoccupied and horrified.

"The body is gone."

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karlajoyner · 4 years

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Tease (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so this was requested. I hope you guys enjoy it! And send in your own request!

Requested by: @universefangirl (Tumblr)

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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I sighed typing away frustratedly at my computer attempting to get my work done for the night. Taking another sip of my wine I looked over to the couch to see my boyfriend scrolling through his phone.

"You know? It must be nice being a paid actor during a pandemic" I spoke catching his attention. A grin began to form on his face as he stood up making his way over to me in the kitchen.

"It has its perks. Can't say the same about you baby" He teased rubbing my shoulders. I rolled my eyes continuing to type away.

"You know you could take a break" He whispered getting near my ear.

"I can't. If I don't get this is by tonight I'm so fired"

"Fine. I'm just gonna go live for a bit. And relax afterwards. I'm pretty busy tomorrow"

"Yes Charles getting to sleep in and doing a live interview late afternoon sounds so exhausting. Meanwhile I have a term paper for English due and on top of that I have to do two more sets of these for work" I spoke holding up my papers.

"For your information I'm going on a hike tomorrow morning. Then I'm going live" He said another deep breath leaving my mouth.

"Aww baby. It's okay"

"Is it though?" I asked frustrated at his lack of sympathy. I love him and all but he seems to forget that his totally normal girlfriend works a 9 to 5 and still goes to college. And as much as I appreciate the times he said he could put in a good word for me with Kenny. I refused to be exposed in the spotlight more than I already was for being his girlfriend.

"I'm sure you can do it. You always do"

"Your right. I'm amazing. I don't know what you'd do without me" I joked trying to lighten up my own mood more than his.

"I don't either. I'd miss you too much" He said placing kisses just below my ear.

"Hmm really? Care to find out Gillespie?" I asked biting my lip. This was my opportunity to get him back where it hurt.

"What do you mean?" I smirked continuing to do my work. Without another word leaving my mouth.

“Baby. What do you mean?" He asked again standing up.

I stayed quiet as he repeated the question a few more times finishing up what I was doing. I had to get through all my stuff for school and work tonight if I wanted tomorrow to go as planned.

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. Glancing over at the clock I smiled. On schedule. I moved over to the empty spot beside me with a grin. Charlie was really in for it today.

I quickly got up making the bed when my phone suddenly dinged. I smiled seeing it was a good miring text from Charlie himself.

“Good morning my love. Just finished my hike. On my way home with coffee.

“I'll see you in a bit baby" I read aloud. I smiled at the cute detail before continuing on with my plan.

Changing into yoga pants and a sports bra I made my way to the living room setting up for a morning workout. Something I rarely got to do since my second term started and I became ambushed with work. It'd been nearly half an hour before I heard the front door open. The smell of coffee carrying itself through the small apartment.

"Baby your awake" He stated taking in my appearance. No doubt the sweat droplets on my body making me look shiny as hell.

"Yeah. I finished all my work last night so I figured I'd have a day to myself. I did a morning work out and I'm gonna do more things I haven't done in a while" I smiled innocently.

"Mmm am I one of those things by any chance?" He smirked pulling me close. Placing a kiss to my sweaty forehead.

"You wish. Actually I invited y/b/n over. We were thinking of painting to clear our minds"

"Oh but you can't paint looking like this. So sweaty. So wet" He whispered rubbing circles on my hips.

"Yeah I'll probably hop in the shower in a bit" I grinned before pulling away to go finish my workout.

“You know I need to shower too. What if we hop in together? To save water"

"Um I don't know. Can you keep your hands to yourself Gillespie?" I asked bending down in front of him to stretch.

"I can't answer that" He growled coming to stand behind me. As soon I felt his hands on my waist I stood up turning around to face him.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk" I whispered pulling back.

“What baby? Why won't you let me touch you?" He whined.

"Because it's my only free day and I'm going to enjoy it babe" I said placing a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips before walking away.

"Where are you going?" He called.

"To shower"

"Can I join?"

"If you can keep your hands away" I heard him groan as I shut the bathroom door behind me. Giggling to myself I entered the shower washing myself down.

Purposely forgetting to bring in an outfit. Knowing Charlie didn't enter for a reason I called out for him after I was clean.

"Charlie!" I shouted waiting for him to come in.

"Yes baby?"

"Can you bring me some clothes please?”I asked peeking my head out the curtain.

"Can I touch you?" He asked.

"Uh how about no"

"Then no" He said hoping that would get a reaction out of me. It didn't.

"Fine. If you insist" I spoke shutting the water off. Within a matter of seconds I exited the shower. Feeling his eyes piercing through me.

"Close your mouth. Your gonna catch flies" I said wrapping my towel around my body.

"Mm baby you don't know what your doing to me" He moaned out.

"I don't? Or do I?" I asked opening the door further so I could slip past him. Heading to the bedroom I smiled to myself knowing it was working.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Rushing over I peeked through the hole to see y/b/n standing there. Thankful both of our COVID tests came out negative I smiled welcoming her inside.

"Hey y/n/n"

"Y/b/n!" I shouted happy to see her after so long.

"So how's he doing?" She asked knowing all about my plan.

"Not good. I love him I really do but paybacks a bitch. I can't wait til his interview" I smirked walking her to my room.

I was quick to change into a cute matching set with only one of his band shirts layering on top.

"Wow. He's gonna be drooling"

"That's the plan. Thanks for doing this again"

"Its no problem. What are best friends for? Just promise me you'll give me every detail tomorrow. You know after he breaks"

"I promise" I said as we both giggled exiting the room. We made our way towards the living room pulling out the supplies she had brought over for our eventful day.

Y/b/n and I enjoyed each other's company for a while. Catching up on our new quarantine rituals. It wasn't long before Charlie came out of the restroom completely shirtless with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I bit my lip coming back to reality when y/b/n bumped my shoulder.

"Y/b/n. You're here" Charlie said running his fingers through his hair. He knew what he was doing.

"Yeah. I came to spend time with my best friend. Did you see her today by the way?" Y/b/n said taking my hand and playfully spinning me around. I chuckled at her antics realizing she'd done it on purpose to give him a full view of what I was wearing. If something drove Charlie Gillespie crazy. It was me wearing his band tees.

"I didn't. Thank you for that" Charlie spoke sending daggers through me.

"I hope you don't mind. I barrowed your shirt to paint. I can change if you wa-"

"No! No no baby keep it on. It looks amazing on you" He said a small smile playing at his lips.

"Thanks baby. When's your interview?"

"In like 20 minutes. I'm gonna go get ready"

"Sounds good. We'll be on the balcony painting. That good?"

"Of course baby" I smiled walking out on the hard cemented area placing down our stuff.

We specifically chatted those 20 minutes waiting for Charlie to come out of the bedroom.

"I'm going live" Charlie called through the screen door.

"Okay good luck" I called back. I saw him send me a wink before setting up his phone where the sun was hitting him perfectly.

"This is perfect" I whispered to y/b/n as we pulled out our paints.

"I know. I can't believe he set himself up right there" She whispered back. I giggled pulling out the pastel pink from the bag.

"Charlie!" I heard the interviewer shout. My boyfriend clearly estatic.

"Hey man what's up?"

"What's up with me? What's up with you? Your our first cast member of the day. So for starters we wanna know what's up with you?"

"Nothing much man. I mean I've been writing a lot recently"

"Oh yeah can we be expecting any music coming out soon away from the Julie and the Phantoms band?"

"Uh no. That's kind of where I'm at right now which is amazing you know? Working with such great cast and bandmates it's great"

"Sounds like it. So where do you get inspiration from during this whole new situation we're in? It must get boring"

"Uh it does at times when I'm alone. Which is rare since I've been quarantining with my girlfriend. She's amazing company and overall my biggest inspiration"

"Girlfriend? Are you guys at her place or yours?"

"Hers man. I didn't wanna disturb her peace but she insisted and it's just been amazing. I love her" He said my heart fluttering at his words. I looked over at y/b/n to see her smirking at me.

"What about your cast? Do they know her?"

"Oh yeah. Like my family, they absolutely love her which is great. You know their approval means a lot to me so it's nice that everyone gets along with her just fine"

"That's good to hear so moving back to your music" The interviewer continued changing subjects. With his wholesome answers I almost felt bad denying him my touch today. And almost felt bad what I'd be doing next.

Almost.

After about 15 minutes I began to laugh at nothing signalling it was go time. I glanced back see Charlie staring up at us. Clearly trying to focus on the interviewer speaking. Clearly.

"Stop!" I whisper shouted at my best friend who splattered pain on me. I repeated her actions earning a giggle from the girl.

Suddenly I felt a cold sensation hit me. She had thrown our water cup at me in return I splattered more paint towards her. Trying to stay as quiet as possible.

"No yeah thanks man. I had fun" I heard Charlie say. Signifying the interview was nearly over.

"No thank you. Charlie Gillespie everyone. Up next Owen Patrick Joyner!" The man shouted before the living room went silent.

"Done?" I asked turning back to look indoors. The door screen being the only thing between us and the indoors.

"Yeah. What happened?"

"I don't know y/b/n what did happened?" I asked the girl in a teasing voice. Moving back slowly letting the sun hit my body. The white shirt on my body becoming see through.

"Cover up baby"

"Y/b/n doesn't mind right babe?" I asked her.

"Nope. We've been best friends forever Charles. I know her inside out. I also know you should probably get changed out of that"

"Or I could just do this" I replied removing the shirt from my body altogether. I watched as Charlie's jaw dropped in surprised.

"Cute set. Victoria secret?"

"Pink" I answered walking into the living room.

"Huh. I would've never guessed. Oh shoot it's already 5:00 o'clock? I should get going. I have to get to Dylan's house. Do you need help cleaning up?"

"No!" Charlie shouted before I could answer.

"No. We've got it y/b/n. No worries"

"Thanks guys" She smiled pulling me into a hug then Charlie. I watched as he walked her towards the door.

Not knowing which one was rushing more him or her.

"Thanks for coming!" I called out grabbing some paper towels to wipe off the water still on my body.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Charlie asked once the door shut.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You've been such a bad girl"

“Me?" I asked looking behind me jokingly knowing I was the only one here.

"Teasing me all damn day. Having y/b/n come over to be a cock block. And then pulling that little stunk during my interview"

"I don't know what your going on about Charles. I didn't know y/b/n name was gonna- Ahhh" I squealed feeling his strong arms wrap around me from behind lifting me up.

"Charlie!" I shouted as he carried me towards the bedroom.

"Yes?" He questioned when he put me down on the bed gently.

"Seriously?" I asked ask he removed his shirt.

"Seriously" He confirmed moving in to kiss me. It was gentle at first but that gentleness soon became hunger. From both ends we fought for dominance. Tired of fighting I gave in as he pushed me further up the bed.

"Charlie please" I pleaded beginning to palm him through his jeans. Feeling him get harder by the second.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Not yet" He whispered making me whine. He chuckled before speaking once more in a hushed tone.

"Now are you gonna tell daddy exactly why you teased him all day?" I groaned knowing there was no way of getting out of this one.

"Nope" I said hoping to move on.

"Mm I don't like the sound of that" He said removing his jeans. I moaned seeing his full body. He was too hot for his own good.

"Now are you gonna tell me or should I return the punishment" I internally groaned not in the mood to be teased.

"I-I just feel like you forget sometimes that I have so much on my plate. And maybe sometimes you could be insensitive about it" I muttered the last part hoping he wouldn't hear. But judging by his features softening he had heard every word.

"I make you feel that way?" he asked caressing my cheek.

"Not all the time but yeah sometimes"

"Baby. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" He mumbled placing soft kisses on my lips.

"I guess I just forget sometimes that you have so much to do. I just wanna spend all my time with you since that's all I have. I also guess offering to pay for things like your college doesn't help either when your girlfriends independent"

"And capable of doing everything on her own. Including paying for her school and home necessities. I mean it's a nice gesture baby but I'd just appreciate it if maybe you could take a step back and realize I'm only human. And not everyone wants to become an actor. I'm studying really hard to get to where I wanna be. And even if I'm working a boring desk job right now I won't be in the future"

"I know baby and I'm so proud of you for that you know that right?"

"Of course Charlie. And I know your my number one supporter just like I'm your number one fan" I said as he placed small kisses on my nose.

"Good....So you did all this today to get back at me?"

"Well yeah I wanted to have fun. But it's no fun when I too need to resist the urge to jump on you when you come out of the shower shirtless"

"Yeah about that I didn't know y/b/n was here or I wouldn't have walked out like that"

"I know baby. But now that we're alone so can we please just-" My words were cut off by his lips once more.

Giggling at his eagerness I began to palm him through his boxers once more.

"You don't know the things you do to me baby" He whispered pulling my bra down letting my breast fall free. I moaned as he began to suck on the left one and toying with the right one.

"God I missed these"

"Charlie please hurry up" I spoke. He didn't hesitate to remove my panties and his boxers immediately lining himself up at my entrance.

"You've been taking your birth control right?"

"Of course you idiot"

"Ooo aggressive much"

"Charlie if you don-" My words were cut off by a moan as he entered me. Not hesitating to start moving at a steady pace.

"Charlie" I moaned wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Faster"

"I'm so close baby"

"Me too" I panted as he sped up. His thrust becoming sloppier by the second.

"I'm gonna-" He groaned being the first to release. My climax coming not long after. I sighed as we rode our our highs together.

"I love you baby" Charlie said standing up and cleaning me off with a t-shirt of his.

"I love you too" I said as he finally came to lay next to me. Pulling the covers over us.

"You do know I really am proud of you right?"

"I don't know I think you need to prove it to me" I halfheartedly joked.

"If you insists" He whispered pulling me in for a sweet tender kiss.

Time slowing down as we spent the night tangled in each other's arms. Enjoying each other's company. Each other's love.

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that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick · 3 years

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I've been so excited to write for the Mystic Messenger Reverse Big Bang 2021 (go check out other amazing fics and art in the collection at @mysme-rbb), and it's the first fanfic/art event I've participated in! @madiebelleadventures and I teamed up to brainstorm this beast, so her art is at the very end (because I ain't spoilin nothin)!

Rating: T

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: One day after the end of a work week, Vanderwood surprises MC with some husband-wife baking time—with a twist. Inspired by his agent training, he suggests that they bake as a team but have MC blindfolded. In order to make a cake that's actually edible, she must follow his directions to the letter. All that's left after that is chaos, banter, and spouse-flustering. And figuring out how to actually make a cake.

A/N: Fyi MC is definitely more of her own character than a reader-insert on this one. Also as per usual with me, I headcanon Vanderwood as British, so I tried heavily to align his phrasing accordingly, despite being an American myself. Enjoy seeing exactly how much fluff I can possibly cram into 5k words!

MC sighed happily at the feeling of the wind in her hair as she drove home from work one Friday evening. Windows down, jacket off, music blasting—the air itself felt like freedom. She had nothing against her job—in fact, she enjoyed it for the most part. She prided herself in a job well done, she liked being able to manage a team of her own, and the paycheck and benefits were good. Nothing extravagant, of course, but enough to comfortably support a couple newlyweds.

And that was the real reason MC nearly jumped out the door every day when everything wrapped up at the office. Who wouldn't, with a husband as unfairly hot as Vanderwood? Completely unfair how he could make leopard print and what was practically a mullet actually look attractive. Thank goodness his fashion sense had mellowed out over time, if only a little bit. With Vanderwood's past being what it was, they had mutually come to the conclusion that it would be best for their well-being if he stayed at their apartment during the day to keep the household running. He was very particular about how he cooked, cleaned, and did the laundry, and he handled their finances conscientiously and precisely. Admittedly, she did have to occasionally remind him that as sleek as that new top-of-the-line taser was, there was no real need for it, but that was just part of her husband's charm.

And boy, was he charming.

She truly couldn't wait to get home, past this rush hour traffic. She'd get home and be pulled in for a deep kiss moments after walking in the door. Maybe he'd slip a gentle but insistent hand into her hair. Maybe they'd take it a little further. Or a lot further.

"HOLY FUDGE NUGGETS ON BACON ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME???"

MC swerved to avoid a collision and waited for her heartbeat to settle down again. There was no freaking way she was going to die in some stupid car wreck before their date tonight. A surprise, he'd said. No matter how hard she'd tried to weasel more out of him, he wouldn’t bend. Darn agent training. Good thing it wouldn't be a surprise for much longer. Within minutes, the streets got smaller and quieter as she neared her apartment building. Another minute, and she flung open the apartment door and leapt on her husband.

MC's fantasies were soon replaced by an even better reality when Vanderwood's lips landed on hers. Kissing back enthusiastically, MC wrapped her arms around his middle so tight that a less sturdy man would be coughing for air. Vanderwood snatched her keys and purse and hung them by the doorway, never breaking his focus for a second. His kisses grew slower, but no less fervent, as he smoothed her wind-strewn hair. Eventually, their lips reluctantly parted, and MC broke the silence.

"How did I manage to snag the best kisser on earth on top of marrying the most insanely attractive man on earth?"

Vanderwood smirked. "Good taste, I guess." He kissed her once more soundly for good measure.

"Maybe. Will my insanely attractive husband tell me what our surprise date is now?"

"Perhaps."

"No perhapses! I've been dying waiting!"

"Very well. Start by changing your clothes, because I am not scrubbing stains out of your good work clothes."

"Do I otherwise have to wear anything in particular? That's not a lot to go off of."

"Doesn't matter to me. Now go change before I do the job myself."

"I wouldn't complain."

"This is not that kind of date! Go!"

"Fine, Sir Panties-in-a-bunch."

MC went to the bedroom and took stock of her clothing options. She had to choose something practical that could be easily washed, but she still wanted to look a little cute. After all, it was a date. It was a tough balance to strike. Eh, she could always stick an apron or an old shirt over it. She grabbed her oversized paint shirt just in case before snagging a light pink shirt. Now for the bottoms. She debated on a simple skirt, but decided to go for it. After all, if it didn't fit with Vanderwood's plans, he would tell her. MC changed quickly and weaved her hair into a side braid, slipping a tendril out on each side to frame her face. Mirror-MC nodded in approval. Time to see what on earth her husband had been planning.

She cracked open the door and peeked through before skipping over to Vanderwood, who had made himself comfortable on the couch. His amber eyes widened in interest.

"You have no business looking this pretty for a baking date."

MC grinned. "Ha! I did get it out of you! A baking date sounds cute. What made you think of that? Are you just really getting into the whole house husband gig?"

"It was my agent training, actually." Seeing the puzzled look on his wife's face, Vanderwood continued, "There's a bit of a twist to it, you see. I will hardly be doing any of the actual baking. You, my dear, on the other hand, will be completely blindfolded. You will have to follow my instructions explicitly, or else the result will be completely inedible."

"I still fail to see how the setup doesn't sound like 'that kind of date', but it sounds like fun! What does this have to do with your agent training, though?"

"Various exercises used similar techniques. Many times in the field, we had to follow orders to the letter with no questions asked if we wanted to make it out in one piece. We also did training to be able to operate blindly or in the dark if our vision was compromised. But none of it was as enjoyable as watching a beautiful woman bake a cake by pure trust."

"You're such a flatterer. Keep it coming," MC smirked.

"At least get into the kitchen first," Vanderwood said, handing her a blindfold that looked suspiciously like his nap mask.

"Okay, but if you don't want me in the kitchen until I'm blindfolded, you're gonna have to get my apron yourself."

"I thought I was the one giving out orders tonight?"

"A girl's gotta get her kicks somewhere."

"Such a docile wife I have. Never difficult, never demanding."

"You think it's sexy. Don't even try to deny it."

"I would have filed for immediate divorce if the description 'docile' actually fit you." He stepped into the kitchen and emerged a moment later with the apron. MC slipped it on and, after ducking briefly into the bathroom to wash her hands, covered her eyes with the blindfold.

"I'm at your mercy now. Don't abuse that privilege."

He materialized behind her, winding his arms around her waist. "I wouldn't dream of it," he murmured into her ear before attacking her stomach. MC burst into uncontrollable giggles.

"I swear—!" she giggled "—I swear I'm going to punch the living daylights out of you!"

"You're certainly welcome to try. You know I wouldn't even feel it."

"But I could try. How am I supposed to trust you to give me decent directions to bake whatever the heck we're making if I can't even trust you not to tickle me?"

"You don't. That's the thrill of it."

"You'd better have me make something actually edible for all our trouble."

"That all depends on how well you follow my instructions."

"And how decent your instructions are. Let's not forget that tiny detail," she reminded.

"Hmm, we'll see," The smile was evident in his voice. "Now if we're going to start, we need to go ahead and do it."

"Probably."

He guided MC by her upper arms into the narrow kitchen.

"Fortunately," he said, halting and holding her in place, "we're only baking a cake and not an entire meal, so it won't take an eternity."

"I sure hope not! It's pizza night and I'm already a little hungry!"

He wound his hands around his wife's waist, lightly patting her stomach. "Well, the faster we start, the faster we can eat. I've already laid everything out for you as best I can, so you just have to follow my directions, all right, love?"

"Got it."

"All right, can you feel the worktop?" A nod. "Raise your right hand just a bit...and over…now grab the box with the cake mix, because heaven knows neither of us knows or cares enough to make it from scratch. Got it? Now open it up. The mixing bowl is straight to the left. Go ahead and pour it in."

"Just so you know, if I spill anything, you're the one taking responsibility."

"And why is that, darling?" Vanderwood asked, feigning shock.

"Because you're the one who had this idea in the first place! Not to mention if I make a mess it’s because of your faulty directions."

Unfortunately, MC failed to prove her point, pouring the mix into the bowl and barely spilling a few crumbs.

"Looks like we may not have to worry about that," Vanderwood smirked.

"You have met me, right? You know something's going to get spilled, right?"

Ignoring her, he moved the empty box toward the back and continued, "The milk should be right around where the cake mix was, if you can remember where you just were. The measuring jug is right next to it. Do you think you can pour it in correctly?"

"We'll see, now won't we?"

"There you go. Just try to take it slowly, just in case, and stop when I say so."

MC obeyed, gradually tilting the milk jug until a thin stream hit the center of the measuring cup.

"Brilliant! Now careful, careful, slightly to the left...that's it! Now slow down...almost done...stop!" He kissed her cheek. "That was amazing. Now pour it into the bowl."

MC felt around for the mixing bowl again. She managed to find it and poured in the milk. "Where's the cap for the milk jug?"

"Hm...where did it go? Oh, there it is. Right by the sink."

She batted at the air around her right side to find the inside of the sink. Instead, her hand bumped the side of the milk jug. Vanderwood's hand shot out to catch it, but a small puddle had already sloshed onto the counter. MC's hand shot up to take off the blindfold, but Vanderwood caught her wrist first. She sighed.

"Vandy, give it to me straight. How bad is it?"

"Not bad at all. I caught it before much got out. Stay put for a moment while I wipe it up so it doesn't start to smell or dry up."

"Not to say I told you, but I definitely told you."

Her husband stuck out his tongue at her—one of the few ways he had begun to let himself be childish lately. Then the obvious dawned on him. "I'm sticking out my tongue. I thought you ought to know that."

"Crucial information. Are you done yet?"

"Yep. You ready to get your hands a little dirty?"

"Isn't that expected in all this?"

"That's probably a large part of why you demanded an apron first, yes."

"You would be right about that, also yes. And you're so dramatic. I did not demand."

"Up to interpretation. Reach up to the left of the mixing bowl and just grab it off the plate and toss it in."

As instructed, MC reached over and let out a tiny shriek when her hand came into contact with the soft butter. Vanderwood guffawed.

"I was waiting for that."

MC gasped. "You did this on purpose!" She flung the butter into the bowl with an extra dash of vindictiveness.

"Maybe so. I like hearing your reactions," he purred.

"Don't try to be all smooth when you're being a twit. It doesn't suit you," MC sniffed, then muttered under her breath, "actually it totally works for you but it doesn't make me less ticked at you."

"By the way, don't bother trying to wash your hands just yet. The next part is probably going to be the messiest. I'll go get the bin so it'll be close by for you."

"Appreciated. What's the next part?"

"Eggs."

"Yikes, okay. That's why I needed the trash can, then. And where are the eggs?"

"To your left. You're going to need four of them. I read somewhere that adding an extra egg makes it better, hypothetically."

"You're the one giving the instructions."

"Alright, the bin is to your left, whenever you're ready."

"I could hear the thunk when you set it down, but thank you," MC said wryly.

"I live to serve."

There was silence for a moment as MC cracked the first egg into the bowl, and a soft smile rose on her face like the dawn. "Not anymore, you don't. I thank God every day that you and Saeyoung were able to free yourselves from the agency. I never could have forgotten you even if you hadn't, but I never would have known the immense joy I've gotten to have by being your wife." She sniffed, then laughed. "Sorry for being so sentimental all of a sudden, I don't know what got into me. It's just that knowing how many things could have gotten between us makes me that much more grateful for what we have."

"Ah!" Vanderwood shot a hand out to correct the second egg's trajectory into the mixing bowl.

"Oops, thank you."

"No problem, love. We're a team." He settled against her back, rubbing her arms lightly and placing a tender kiss on her cheek. "And never feel sorry for your so-called sentimentality. In fact, I really think you hold back sometimes. You shouldn't. I know that I used to scoff at these things, but locking out your emotions for job after job really takes a toll on a man. The agency had no room for love of any sort, and I've long come to the realization that every person is hardwired to desire love of one kind or another. I know I'm still unlearning all of my coping mechanisms, and I know I'm still sharp with some people, but with you?" He smoothed a hair back from her face. "I'll take whatever love you can give me."

She cracked the third egg into the bowl and threw out the shell. "I always knew you could be a softie, very deep down. I'm just glad that I get to be the one to see it."

After the fourth egg was in the bowl, Vanderwood directed, "Okay, time to wash up. The next thing is mixing for two minutes. While I love you, I do not trust you to use an electric mixer while blindfolded, so you're going to use a whisk for that job."

"I suppose that's fair. Can you put away the trash can while I wash my hands?"

"Already on it."

"Where's the whisk, again?"

"I kind of put it toward the back, so either be careful or wait for me to move a few things."

"Oh, I've got it. Don't worry," MC waved a hand in dismissal and groped around for the whisk, but her arm was a bit too low, and she dipped her clothed elbow in the plate where the butter had been. She sighed. "What did I just decorate my elbow with?"

"Butter. Try it. It might be tasty," he teased.

"Come on, Vandy, this is not the time. Help me get it off before it soaks in too much."

"Alright, alright, I just had to pick on you a little bit for not listening to me." He carefully scooped off the top layer of the butter with a paper towel before trying to absorb the rest. "I'm going to roll up your sleeves a bit more so that this hopefully won't happen again."

"Well, not until I slosh half the cake out of this bowl trying and failing to mix it."

"You'll be fine. Just stick to mixing the center and bringing the outside of it toward the center so everything gets mixed. But mix it well and mix it fast. The timer starts...now!"

MC held the bowl against her stomach to steady it while she mixed the batter vigorously. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one trying to mix furiously while keeping it all in the bowl on top of being blindfolded!"

"Calm down, you're doing great. A couple drips, maybe, but it's staying in."

"So far, anyway. But that's good, I guess."

"No guessing. It's quite good." Vanderwood leaned against the counter. "We've got a minute and a half to kill. Should I spend it telling you how you look right now?"

"Oh gosh, do I even want to know?"

He shook his head in near disbelief, smiling. "Magnetic. Adorable. More delicious than the cake we're making."

MC cackled. "You cannot be serious. I've got to be a mess right now."

"You act as if that's a contradiction. It's the mess that makes you more beautiful. Is every single hair of yours in place? No. But they fall around your face in the most delicately beautiful way. Even the places where the ingredients got smudged on you somehow add to your charm." He leaned in so that his lips touched her ear, his voice lowering to a gravelly timbre. "Did you know that your cheeks are all rosy from the effort you're putting into stirring? It's unbelievably attractive. And the way your lips press together when you're concentrating? It makes me want to kiss them apart. In fact—"

"Vanderwood, how much time is left?" MC interrupted, suppressing a vivid blush and a shiver.

"Our entire lives," he said, happily ignoring the real question.

"The timer, Vanderwood. How much is left on the timer?"

The sound of the timer going off answered the question for him. "None," he grinned. "I'll go spray the cake pan while you rest for a moment. You've earned it."

She exhaled, set the mixing bowl aside, and stretched. Then a thought made her panic. "Vandy, we forgot to preheat the oven."

He held her face in his hands. "MC. Darling. Breathe. I set the oven when I grabbed the apron."

Her breathing gradually slowed. "Sorry, love. I'm just really hungry and kind of tired and I think not being able to see is doing weird things to my brain and you kind of flustered me a minute ago with what you were saying and I'm sorry, I—" her voice cracked, but Vanderwood cut her off and held her close.

"Hey...hey...you're alright. There's nothing to be sorry about. I kept you going after a long day of work without feeding you first. I should have known better." He smoothed her hair and tucked it into her braid. "I'll tell you what. How about we get this cake in the oven and then order some pizza and watch another episode of Cucumber Fish?"

MC sniffled and hummed in agreement. Vanderwood loosened his hold around her and gently brought her hands to the bowl again before grabbing the cake pan. "Okay, all you've got to do now is pour it into the pan that I've put just to the left of the bowl. Just take it nice and easy. There you go. Perfect. You're almost done. Now let me get a spatula to scoop the last of it out." After he finished, he slid the cake pan into the oven and started the timer. "There. All done." He slipped the mask off her eyes and gave her a peck on the lips as she blinked to adjust to the light. "I'll clean all this up, alright? Go ahead and relax on the sofa. You can order the pizza and get Cucumber Fish queued up while I finish up in here."

"Okay," she murmured. Another peck, and she curled up on the couch. She pulled out her phone to order the pizza and smiled at the notifications she'd gotten from the RFA chatroom. They were up to their normal antics again. Hopefully, Saeyoung wouldn't exasperate Saeran too much with his crazy propositions. But there was nothing she could do about that, and she was starving and in desperate need of pizza. Once it was ordered, she turned on the TV and selected the episode, making sure to let it run past the ads before pausing it.

After Vanderwood joined her on the couch, the next forty-five minutes was filled with lots of cuddling and pizza devouring, more kissing than watching the show, a few glances at the cake's progress, an agreement to actually watch the episode while they ate the cake, and several minutes of cooling time after the cake was removed from the oven. Vanderwood emerged from the kitchen after a few minutes of setting up to decorate.

"Are you sure you want to put on the mask again?" he asked. "I don't want it to mess with your head like it did last time."

"I'll be fine, babe. I'm pretty sure it was like that last time just because I was starving."

"Are you positive?"

"Yes."

"If you say so. Go ahead and get them on, then," he said, handing MC the apron and mask.

"Just make sure to lead me into the kitchen again."

"Hmm, we'll see."

"We'll see?" she repeated, but shrieked soon after when she no longer felt the ground beneath her feet. Vanderwood had scooped her up to carry her into the kitchen bridal-style and sank his lips against hers with intentionality. He bumped into the counter but managed to avoid any damage to his wife. He deposited one last kiss on her lips before setting her down.

"What have you done to me, woman? Years and years of agent skills, undone in a moment. If it were anything or anyone else, I never would have bumped into that worktop. But when it's you kissing me, you're the only thing that exists." He grinned. "It's a shame, really. I thought my dexterity was an impressive skill, but I don't even have that anymore, it seems."

"Shame indeed," MC parroted, trying to steal another kiss from his lips and stealing one from his nostrils instead. She made a face, causing Vanderwood to laugh.

"Well, at least I still have the ability to order you around." MC smacked him in response, and he continued, "Alright, alright, let's get to it then. This is where it'll get really interesting, since decorating requires more precision. Which, no offense, is a skill you don't have, since you're not exactly used to being blind."

"Now wait just a—okay, I can't argue that," MC sighed. He placed a spatula in one hand and a jar of frosting in her other.

"Turn around. Can you find where the cake is?"

"Ye—wait, Vandy! I thought you said you cleaned up!"

"I did…sort of." Before she could protest, he interjected, "I wiped the worktop! I just pushed all the dishes to one side so we could put all of it in the dishwasher at once when we were done!" He added with a mumble, "I just wanted to get back to you."

"You think you can charm your way out of anything," MC responded airily. "Well, you're right." She squared up as best she could with a frosting jar in hand. "I found the cake. I'll try to do my best."

"Well, in this part, I won't let you go completely solo. I can rotate the cake for you as you go, if you want."

"Please."

MC scooped a large helping of frosting from the jar and started spreading around the perimeter. Her spatula made a slight detour for a moment to donate some frosting to the top of the cake, and Vanderwood halted and reversed his rotation slightly to avoid confusion. A few seconds later, she went for another, slightly smaller, scoop to finish frosting the circumference of the cake. Another scoop, added to the deposit from the first, finished off the top.

"Is there a big corner around the top edge? Or any dry spots?" she asked.

"Just a slight corner. Grab a little bit more frosting to round it off a bit and thicken the top."

She did as directed while he helped rotate, and stepped back. "Better?"

"Much better. Maybe we can add a little artistic touch by making some...what do you call them? Swoops? Around the sides from the top?"

"Sounds great. You're definitely going to have to help me, though."

"Alright, I'll rotate again and stop you when you're done. Then you can smooth off the top edge again quick."

Six slightly lopsided arcs later, he stepped back for a moment, observing. "This is certainly not the prettiest cake I've seen, but it all adds to the fun, yeah?"

"I guess," she laughed.

"Now here's the part that'll really get a laugh when you take off the blindfold. I've got a bowl over here with some frosting for smaller decorating, and you get to pick the food coloring that goes in it."

"Oh no."

"Oh yes," he snickered while guiding her over to a trio of colored bottles that she couldn't discern. "Take your pick," he said cheerily. MC gingerly selected one, and he suppressed a snort poorly. "Excellent choice!"

MC groaned. "I'm going to regret all my life choices, aren't I?"

"Of course not! Only your decision to marry me."

"Hey." She squeezed his wrist. "I could never regret that."

"You might reevaluate that statement when you take off the blindfold and see the cake. Or at least my ugly mug."

"Vanderwood. Don't you even start with me. You're so hot that if we were working with chocolate instead of a cake, we wouldn't need the microwave to melt it."

"You're so hot that the beach would need sunblock instead of you."

"You're so hot that the sun goes to you when it needs to warm up."

They collapsed against each other, gasping for air. Vanderwood caught his breath first. "Let's get this food coloring in the bowl, shall we? The spoon and frosting are already in it. All you have to do is put a few drops in and stir until I say so. The bowl's on your left."

"As you wish," she said as she did so.

After a few moments, he spoke. "That's enough. Let me get you back over to the cake, and I'll get the frosting in the decorating bag. Which is really just an ordinary plastic bag, but I did pick up some cheap decorating tips when I got the ingredients."

"Splendid. How am I going to decorate, though? Even if I could see, I don't know the first thing about cake decorating. Oh yeah, and I can't see."

"Don't get your 'panties in a bunch,' as you like to tell me so often. I'll do it with you this time."

"But you don't know how to decorate cakes, either!"

"Ah-ah-ah!” he chided. “Do you trust me or not?"

"Not particularly."

"Hey!"

"But! We should just go ahead and do it anyway, because even though neither of us knows what we're doing, we're the only ones in this apartment who can. And the frosting smells too good not to eat soon."

"That's my girl." Vanderwood curled around her. He molded one hand around hers and slid the other over her stomach. As they formed a few swirls on the top, he murmured, "We did this whole thing together. How impressive is that? Was it as fun for you as it was for me?"

MC smiled. "Of course it was. I know I got a little hangry for a bit there, but I know how much thought you put into this. None of my old deadbeat ex-boyfriends ever would have cared so much, let alone shown it. These are the things that make me love you that much more."

"I never experienced any permanent love until you showed it to me. And it's been so...world-altering—that I've been trying to wrap my head around it ever since. I still can't. But I swear I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying to give you the same love you've given me. I certainly don't deserve it, after the things I've done. But you do. You deserve all the happiness a person can have."

MC paused and blushed slightly. "Vandy…" She exhaled. "We've gone over this whole 'not deserving it' thing. Whether you deserve it or not doesn't matter. To me, what matters is your heart. You have such a beautiful heart, Vandy. I love the kind of man you've become. I've seen you strive every day to be better than you were the day before, and that is so inspiring."

"Well, whether or not I deserve happiness, I would choose to be happy every day if my being happy made you happy." He squeezed her hip affectionately and pulled her in for a tender kiss.

"It would." She kissed him back. They added one last swirl and a border before they set down the bag of frosting. He uncurled her fingers and fiddled with her wedding ring.

"Are you ready to see it?"

"Sure."

He slipped off the blindfold, and she gasped.

"What have we done?" she exclaimed as her laughing grew louder by the second.

"Whatever do you mean, dear?" Vanderwood asked, feigning ignorance.

"The cake is bright flaming orange, Vandy!" She let out a snort, then covered her face. "Hey, wait! All the food coloring was the same color too, you little twit!"

He shrugged innocently. MC sputtered. "Nuh-uh. Don't you shrug at me, mister. Saeyoung has rubbed off on you way too much."

"Has not."

She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, maybe the tiniest bit."

"Uh huh, that's what I thought. Now are you as ready as I am to eat this cake and watch Cucumber Fish?"

"Let me take a picture first. And another one with you in it? You look so lovely, I can't not have one with you in it."

She tried desperately to keep a frown on her face as he snapped a picture but couldn't quite hold back the quirk at the corner of her mouth. He cut a slice for each of them and handed one to her. He curled the paper plate around his slice, and she did likewise. They looked each other in the eyes, both knowing exactly what would come next. Vanderwood solidified his stance. "Ready...steady...GO!" The couple raced to the living room and took a running jump onto the couch, ready for the wonderful night ahead.

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Please comment or send an ask with the number of the prompt(s) you want + the character + more details you want to be included. I'm feeling really creative right now, so I might be able to do some of your requests.

1. "Did you bring us here to die?" - "Obviously." - "I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not."

2. "You.. You are-.." - "Beautiful? A genius? Immensely talented?" - "Dangerous."

3. "All that blood looks good on you, it really brings out your eyes."

4. "You keep on pointing that gun at me and blabber about how much you've been wanting to kill me. I'm beginning to doubt your commitment."

5. "Remove your hand or I will rip your arm off and beat you to death with it."

6. "I don't care if you're panicking - just do it quietly."

7. "How long have you been standing there?" - "Longer than you'd like."

8. "Keep your morals away from me."

9. "When did you become so smart?" - "Since I stopped listening to you."

10. "I remember kissing you.. Why do I remember kissing you?"

11. "I was just kind of hoping that you'd.. y'know.. fall in love with me."

12. "Well, that didn't end the way I expected it to, but at least nobody important died."

13. "You're going to have to tell people you're leaving eventually." - "Yeah, but how should I do it? Shall I shout it from the rooftops or send a mass e-mail?"

14. "I have never been so insulted!" - "You don't listen much then, do you?"

15. "What are you doing?" - "… Eating." - "We're being held hostage and you decide to raid the kitchen!?" - ".. They didn't say the fridge was off limits."

16. "Come over here and make me."

17. "I have a name and it's not sweetheart."

18. "I wouldn't miss you. Nobody would." - "..." - "No, wait! I didn't-" - "Fuck off, I hate you."

19. "I really wish you were never born." - "Well, me neither. But.. life be like that sometime." - ".. You're an idiot, you know that?"

20. "I'm dying and you can't do anything about it, so please just hold me. I don't want to die here alone.."

21. "You're bleeding! Where's your friend!?" - "Left me to die to save their own ass. Guess you were right, I really am not worth it."

22. "Did you really think I cared about you?"

23. "This is what I get from trusting you.. Everybody told me to stay away from you, but I ignored them.." - "Yeah, that was really stupid. You should've known better. And for the record: I don't regret anything."

24. "You lied to me! Everything you ever did.. It was all just a game to you!" - "You found out? What a shame.. I kind of enjoyed playing with you."

25. "This is a joke, right? Right!?"

26. "What are you doing?" - "Just what's long over due."

27. "I'm a monster." - "You know you're not."

28. "Listen, I believe there's good inside of you somewhere.. Just.. Just put that knife down, okay?"

29. "Sometimes you need to make your sarcasm more clear."

30. "Oh crap. That's your »I did something bad«-face."

31. "This never happened. Understood?"

32. "Can't you be happy for me for just five minutes?"

33. "You don't give a damn about me!" - "Frankly, I do give a damn about you, my dear."

34. "Innocent until proven guilty, my friend."

35. "You did what!?"

36. "I know I'm very drunk, but I want to kiss you so bad.." - "Excuse you?"

37. "Are you done?" - "Depends."

38. "I should hate you, but all I feel is love!" - "Well, I have that effect on people."

39. "I didn't do it." - "Then why are you laughing?" - "Because whoever did it is a genius."

40. "Was it really necessary to hit me with the corpse's leg?" - "Necessary? No. Hilarious? Yes."

41. "Oh, you're still alive." - "Don't sound so disappointed, I might begin to think you don't like me."

42. "Hold on, you died!" - "Yeah well, it didn't really stick."

43. "I think I'm having a feeling. How do I make it stop?"

44. "This is a beautiful place." - "What a shame you came from so far away to destroy it, right?" - "Not really."

45. "I don't like how that ended. Let's pretend it never happened." - ".. Life doesn't work like that." - "It does now."

46. "I didn't-.. I didn't mean to! This wasn't what I wanted!"

47. "Do you feel any remorse for what you did to them? For what you did to me?"

48. "Please, you have to let me make this right!"

49. "How long are you going to keep on blackmailing me?"

50. "This is going to sound controversial, but I think that went well."

51. "You know, you're adorable when you're mad." - "I could literally kill you."

52. "Well, this is a nice change of scenery." - "It's a prison cell." - "I was being sarcastic."

53. "Run! Run away as long as you got the chance!" - "Run away from what!?" - "From me!"

54. "Rumour has it, I make you nervous."

55. "I can't focus with your damn hand in my- ah.. Oh…"

56. "How are you mad at me, when I'm the one with the broken arm!?"

57. "Well, shit. I'll need a fucking lawyer."

58. "Are you enjoying the party?" - "Party? This isn't a party." - "Not until somebody almost dies."

59. "FUCK! You scared the shit out of me!"

60. "Don't. Move."

61. "You're bleeding on my carpet."

62. "Excuse me, but whoever stood you up is an idiot and a jerk."

63. "Call me that one more time and you'll see what happens."

64. "It's pitch black in here and I can still see you're blushing."

65. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

66. "Murder is kinda against the law, you know?"

67. "Bend over."

68. "Beg for it."

69. "I'll make sure you never see them again."

70. "If you relaxed, it wouldn't hurt so much."

71. "There you are. Did you really think you were gonna escape?"

72. "I love you, I love you so much and I'll make sure you feel the same." - "You-.. You are insane.."

73. "Let me out of here! You're a fucking psychopath! I won't ever bend to your will!" - "Now, why did you have to make me mad by saying something so inconsiderate?"

74. "See, now was that so bad?" - "We're in the hospital, you idiot!" - "Yeah, but we could be dead instead, so I consider us lucky."

75. "How do you even sleep at night?" - "Oh, just like a baby."

76. "It'd be a shame if I had to damage that beautiful face.."

77. "Stop struggling. It doesn't have to be painful."

78. "I killed my own blood. What do you think I could do to you?"

79. Person A is wrapped in christmas lights, their body bound tightly to the chair they're sitting on. Person B comes in and grins. "Oh boy, I must've been good this year."

80. "Why don't you ever listen to my orders!?" - "I don't like being told what to do."

81. "I'll go easy on you."

82. "You don't look like a professional criminal.." - "Oh sorry, let me just.. grab my Ted-Bundy-Mask and put on some bloody gloves."

83. "You don't have to stay. I understand."

84. "You don't have to fight me."

85. "Watch me."

86. "You make a sound and it's game over."

87. "I'm like 75% sure this isn't going to kill us."

88. "Uhm, I don't think kidnapping is legal.. So if you could just let me go, that would be great."

89. "Please, I'm begging you.. I will do anything!" - "Anything, you say?"

90. "Cooperate with me and nobody will get hurt."

91. "Shoot him/her. Or I shoot you."

92. "I'm not going to kill you, Y/N. You will kill yourself."

93. "Your life is completely in my hands, so don't test my boundaries."

94. "Why are you crying?"

95. "I could help you, but it will cost you."

96. "Oh, you mean you need.. this antidote?"

97. "Go ahead and pray. See what good that does for you."

98. "What did you do to them!?"

99. "If we get caught, I'm blaming you."

100. "Complain all you want, but hurry and help me hide the body while you're at it!"

101. Person A to Person B: "There's no way in hell I'm doing that!" *Five seconds later* Person B to Person A while watching them do it: "You were saying?"

102. "They don't make a card saying »Sorry for almost bleeding out on your two thousand dollar couch and completely ruining it«, so I got you this instead."

103. "I didn't ask you, because I knew you were going to deny. And I don't need your fucking permission to do anything!"

104. "I am the only thing standing between you and all those people out there wanting to kill you, so I strongly suggest you stop pissing me off."

105. "Why is everbody running around like the city's on fire? What did I miss?"

106. "Alright, so I'll do this ridiculous thing you asked me to do, but in exchange you'll have to come to family-dinner with me and pretend to be my boyfriend/girlfriend, because I've kinda been lying to my family about being in a relationship to get them off my back and now they want to meet my partner."

107. "That's a terrible thing to carve into a tree."

108. "This is definitely not as charming as you might think."

109. "But that wasn't the fucking question, was it?"

110. "You take me instead! Do you hear me? Give her/him/them back and take me instead!"

111. "You know I hear you talking, but I still don't have my coffee."

112. "Take one more step and I'll snap her pretty little neck."

113. "This is real. You're real, I'm real.. I need you to come back to reality with me."

114. "You shouldn't have seen that."

115. "Whatever you do, don't make a sound."

116. "I'd rather be spitting blood."

117. "You can't have her and it's killing you inside."

118. "I could hear you screaming, are you alright?"

119. "I was made to destroy. Not to fix or repare, but to break."

120. "I know how this goes. First, you buy me a drink, then you tell me how pretty I look and at the end of the night, you'll ask for my number."

121. "I'm drunk and I hate everything.. Wait, lemme correct myself, I hate everything but you."

122. "Put the gun down, please. You're starting to scare me.."

123. "I'm right here. I've been here all along. Please, just.. see me."

124. "Stop looking at me with pity in your eyes. Stop it. Stop fucking looking at me like that!"

125. "You took adventage of me when all I did was help you. Others would've left a long time ago, but I kept on believing in you. But you only ever saw me as an opportunity to get what you wanted.."

126. "You really don't know how to talk to women, do you?" - "There was no need to until now!"

127. "You already know how this will end. It always ends with my blood on your hands. I've come to terms with it, you should get used to the idea too. After all, you can't change destiny."

128. "If you want to keep me away, then tell me a lie that will hurt me so deep I'll never want to see you again." - "I love you."

129. "Go ahead, underestimate me. That will be fun."

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Amber's POV

"Grrr, what is a lady doing here at night? Mayhaps you don't want to be able to see the sunlight tomorrow, eh?" It growled louder and before I could talk it lunged infront of me causing me to fall to the ground. "Please, spare my life." " Ha! You wish. Now, say goodbye." The creature, which somewhat look alike to a lion and wolf at the same time, slowly brings its face closer and opened its mouth widely. Is this where I end already?

No.

I suddenly remembered the dagger Ravn gave me. I hurriedly took it from my side, and before the creature's sharp fangs come in contact with my head, I stabbed it in the stomach very deep. The creature flinched and growled, "You think a simple stab with a little knife would kill me? Well, you're wrong! I'll behead you!" My eyes widened as the creature opened its mouth again and is coming for my face. From its stomach, I slashed the dagger up to his heart slicing it with all the force I have as fast as I can and took the dagger. It flinched for the second time and dropped to the ground. "What are you?!" It growled, looking directly at me with its glowing yellow eyes.

"Well, not your business." The creature's body wasn't bleeding but a black hole can be seen, instead it lunged at me and caused a scratch on my forearm. "Ouch, that hurts!" I looked at my bleeding wound then glared at the creature. "Serves you right." I kicked both of its leg causing the creature to drop on my body, his head is laying onto my stomach. I removed my hand under him and before it could stand up again, I stabbed its head then made a deep cut on the back of its neck earning a howl from it. I withdrew the knife, and closed my eyes thinking that it will cause a fountain of blood because of me trying to behead the wild creature. But I felt none.

Only whimpers from the wounded creature are the things that can be heard. I opened my eyes and saw thay the creature on the top of me is slowly turning into ashes that floats along with the quiet wind. It completely disappeared after some time. I stood up took the lamp beside and checked if there are any traces of blood on the dagger but there was none so I hid it back.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain coming from the wound I have, "Ouch! Ow, ow it hurts!" Oh right, I completely forgot about it. The part of the cloth was torn and stained red. The wound I got from the wild creature wasn't very deep but it hurts, of course it would because it isn't a single cut but three. I sat down along with the lamp I was carrying and cut a piece of cloth from my cloak. To stop the bleeding, I pressed the cloth on the wounded part and carefully wrapped it around tightly and tied a knot so that the cloth will not fall when I'm walking. I stood up and grabbed my things.

I dusted off my clothes and continued walking towards the deeper side of the forest. After walking for a long period of time, it is making me think that the rumors might have been wrong all along. I sighed causing my shoulders to drop along with the hope I've been holding onto. I looked to the ground and my foot played with the thick snow. I am all alone in this dark, scary forest, even almost got killed and eaten by an unknown creature to me, I'm tired already...

I was about to cry when I heard a loud thud in front of me. I looked up to see what was it and found something lying on the ground by the face. Its position is quite funny but I shouldn't be laughing right now. I hold onto the handle of the dagger tightly, ready to slash it to this creature if it tries to kill me. The creature in the cloak didn't move, so do I. I put back the dagger and I heard I shuffling sound. The creature in front of me raised its head and looked at me.

"Are you alright?" His eyes are half-opened and his voice sounded weak. "Why are you asking me that when you're the one lying on the cold ground?" The man stood up carefully and smiled cheekily, "Is it wrong to ask someone if they're hurt?" "No... I'm sorry." "Forgiven." I noticed that the man is bleeding so I rushed to him and bend down to the check upon his wound. "What are you doing?" "Mister, you're wounded and it's bleeding!" I looked up to him while he just look confused. "Sit down, I'll wrap it with a cloth to minimize the bleeding for a while." I helped him sit down and cut a piece of cloth from my cloak. I gently wrapped the cloth on his leg and tied a knot. "Mister, what happened to you?" "I got into a fight with a lion-wolf. Thankfully, I escaped from him." I remembered the creature that attacked me earlier, perhaps it is the same creature that attacked this mister.

"Do you live in this place?" He shook his head, "I'm from another realm..." "Oh, I see, so you were lost too?" "Apparently, I was heading home from the town. I was looking for something but they don't have it yet. What about you?" "You see, I'm thinking that I got lost. I am looking for an exit, someone told me that it is here. But I'm already walking here for hours!" "The exit? It's at the end of the forest and it is quite far. Do you want me to help you go there?" "Is it okay?" "Of course!" He smiled at me but I noticed that he's quite pale. "Uhm, mister, are you sick? I think you look pale or is it just me?" "Really? I neither have eaten nor drank something yet since the lion-wolf blocked my way. I left my things somewhere." His voice is still weak, attacked by a lion-wolf, haven't been able to eat nor drink anything could really make you weak. I opened my bag and gave him an apple earning a confused look from him. "What am I going to do with this?" "Eat it, you haven't eaten right? It's clean and safe..." "Thank you."

After he finished the apple, I handed him the water bladder which he hesitantly accepted and drank water from. "Thank you for helping me." He stood up and offered his hand to me. I took it without hesitation. "I'm sorry, I didn't help you earlier and was rude." "No, it's okay. Why would you help someone you don't know, right? What if they're just pretending and it's a trap? I understand how you felt earlier, it's okay." "I'm still sorry." "Don't be. By the way, my name is Hwanwoong." He stick out his hand in front of me and I gladly accepted it, "The name's Amber." "Then, let's get going? I think no one wants to be eaten by some scary creatures, right?" "Right."

—

We reached the end of the forest with me helping Hwanwoong walk since his other leg hurts from the deep wound. I saw a huge wooden gate and we went over to it. "Is this the exit you're talking about earlier, Hwanwoong?" "Yes." A key appeared on the keyhole out of nowhere. Why does the key always appear like that? I twisted the key and pushed the gate open. "I'm scared." I told Hwanwoong absentmindedly and quickly realized what I had done. "Don't be, I'm here with you." He reassured and I hid the key inside my bag, "Well, here goes nothing." We entered the gate at the same time.

Once we both got inside, the gate immediately shut... again. I'm getting tired and weirded out of this enter-then-close gates! "Amber, we're here on the Desert Realm." "Let's get going, shall we?" I smiled at him.

"Aren't we gonna part ways already?"

"Hmm, let me think about it..... No, we won't."

"Why?"

"You can't even walk properly! Do you think I would really leave you in that condition? I'll go with you."

He shook his head, "I'll be okay soo-" "Whatever you say, I'll walk with you until you get home. Nothing can change my mind!" I narrowed my eyes at him, "Got it?" He sighed before nodding. "How do we get to your house?" "You know why people always get lost? When there's no way except heading straight, they still turn right or left instead of taking the path that's in front of you." "Goodness, you could just have told me that we're walking straight ahead." I rolled my eyes earning a light chuckle from him, "Whatever, let's go!" He happily dragged me and started walking even if he can't walk properly, "Weirdo!" We both laughed at my comment.

—

"Hwanwoong," he hummed as response, "We've been walking for a while, don't you want to eat or drink anything? Your throat might dry, and besides it's too hot. Don't you think we should rest for a bit?" "I think you're right." "Should we rest right here?" He looked around, observing the place we set foot onto, "I think I can see an oasis there?" Hwawoong pointed to where he could see the oasis. "I don't see anything? Are you sure you can see one?" "I'm sure!" I blinked my eyes for several times but to no avail. "Woong, I think you're seeing things I can't see..." "Really? Shall we go take a look? Just to check if I'm hallucinating." "Sure."

Hwanwoong guided me to where he can see the oasis but I'm still unable to see it. "Can you now see it?" "No, I don't." "Really? But we are standing in front of it now." "What does it look like?" "It looks like an oasis." He nodded several times then smiled mockingly, "Nice answer, buddy." While I shook my head in disbelief. "There's water there, then a tree there, some large rocks there, and oh! A fox!" He pointed and pointed to nothing. "What does the fox look like?" "It is large, like the lion-wolf I encountered in the Winter Realm's Dark Forest." "Does it seem harmless?" "Yes, shall I call it over?" "I think so?"

Hwanwoong took a deep breath before shouting, "Mister Fox!!" He waved and smiled. I laughed at him causing him to turn his face to me with confused reaction painted on it, "You looked really funny, I'm sorry I couldn't help it." I covered my mouth and tried to stop the laughter. "Oh! Look! Look! It's coming!" I snapped back to reality and saw a fox coming towards us. I hid behind him and peeked, "Woah, you're really not hallucinating, I can see it!" "Told ya."

"My name is Hwanwoong, and here, behind me is Amber," Hwanwoong bowed to the magnificent fox as a sign of courtesy and so did I. "Mayhaps we could stay here for a bit?" He smiled at the quiet fox. The fox stayed silent as if he's judging the both of us. It took several seconds before a blinding light illuminated from the fox, and when the light is gone, we witnessed a tall figure in front of us. He had jet black hair and a muscular body frame based on his clothes. He is wearing a lace-up white long sleeve, black leather pants showing off his well-built physique, and black leather boots that makes him more intimidatingly beautiful. He spoke in a deep, booming voice, "I'm Leedo. I am keeper of the hidden oasis. Only few can see it so consider yourselves lucky. I am allowing you to stay for as long as you wanted to." "Thank you."

Leedo snapped his fingers in front of us, "What was that for?" "For you to be not seen by anyone while staying here. I made the two of you invisible. Now, follow me." He turned to his back and started walking while we trailed behind him. As I took each step, the oasis is becoming less invisible to my sight until I can see it clearly. "Please make yourselves comfortable." Leedo bowed before transforming back to a fox and went back to the entrance. He returned on guarding the oasis while Hwanwoong and I took a seat near the spring and leaned to the large rocks behind us.

"Hey, woong,"

"Yeah?"

"Do you know what time is it?"

"Let's see..." He looked up and observed the sky while I removed my cloak amd closed my eyes.

"It is like 11 o'clock at the Winter realm."

"What do you mean by that?" I answered him with my eyes still closed as I am embracing the peacefulness of the oasis. It is less hot in here than in the midst of walking in the desert.

"I'm not really good at explaining things but I'll try..." He chuckled before continuing, "Do you know that in the Winter Realm, the daytime is up to 12 only?" I hummed in response to him, "Daytime here lasts for 6 hours and nighttime lasts for four hours, that's a total of ten hours in a day."

"Do you have a clock?"

"Yes, it is a clock from Winter Realm."

"But why did you know that a day is equivalent to ten hours?"

"Don't laugh at me, okay? Well, I... Due to curiosity when I got into this place, I stayed for a day and a half here just to know how many hours are there in a day. Because you know, the time is different for each realm."

"Really? That's crazy!"

"Indeed. So what I am saying is that it is five o'clock here and it's equivalent to 11 o'clock in the Winter Realm."

"So you're basically saying that we've been walking for five hours and the night is nearing. And within an hour, the sun will set already. Am I correct?"

"You got it right."

—

Hwanwoong noticed that I, too, am wounded so he helped me clean it before cleaning his own wound. We witnessed the twilight together and shared some of the fruits I bought from the Winter Realm for dinner. He told me how does the time works in the realm he's living at. He also told me that the way out of the Desert Realm is not that far anymore since we had already reached the oasis. After some time, we thanked Leedo for letting us stay for a while before leaving the oasis by 7 o'clock. We don't want to spend a day and a half here so we left early. Hwanwoong can't still walk properly because his wound is deep so I still helped him until we reach the gate.

"Hwanwoong! Look, we made it!"

"Yeah, we reached the gate before the day passes by."

"I think we still walked for an hour or two... But that's not bad despite you being injured and not being able to walk straight, we're a bit fast."

"Yep, we should hurry so that we can both rest at my house sooner. I'm a bit tired..."

"Right." I looked in front and noticed some carvings on the gate. I leaned my face closer to the gate and illuminated it with the lamp to see the carvings clearly. It resembles a sun and it made me question it's purpose. "Hwanwoong, there is a carved sun here, and the key doesn't appear yet, do you think I need to do something first?" "Maybe? Try twisting the sun?" I shook my head at his answer, "You must be really tired, Woong. I'll take care of this, can you still hold on and wait for a bit?" He slightly nodded and weakly smiled.

The carved sun is really pretty.

It is somewhat hypnotizing so I reached for the carved sun with my index finger and traced its outline gently. I got startled when it lit up and a moon appeared beside it. Without thinking, I pressed the moon and a hole opened revealing another key. "Cool." I whispered and smiled to myself while taking the key from the hole. I inserted the key to the key hole and twisted it carefully until I heard a soft click meaning that the passage is now open. I took the key and hid it in my bag along with the other three. I twisted the knob and slightly opened the gate.

"Hwanwoong, sorry it took longer. Are you okay?" I worriedly faced him. He just smiled at me and I tightened my arms around him.

"Let's go..." Is the last thing I said before we stepped out of the Desert Realm.

-END OF CHAPTER-

[A/N: good day fellas!! I'm sorry was only able to give Leedo a brief appearance, oh and also, this fic is coming to an end, sadly...]

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