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Six Phases FINALE Pt 2

Originally posted by tipannies

Who knew it nearly took 6 months to win your heart, and 6 phases for Baekhyun to lose his mind.

A/N: Let’s give Riley the ending she deserves 💗

[ contains: smut & fluff~]

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Tonight is a special occasion, one that requires the most lethal of dresses that I own. A dress I always had my eye on yet never dared to take out from the back of my closet. I could never find the right time to wear it—until now. Because tonight, oh tonight… I have a date with Baekhyun.

I pull up the spaghetti straps of my wine colored dress, making sure that the criss-cross stripes of fabric in the front are straight. This dress is definitely too cold for the first week of December, but that's what winter coats are for. For now, I will turn side to side to admire how the bodycon shape fits well with the cutout section exposing my stomach. Party in the front and business in the back.

Straightening the last strand of my hair, I smile when my phone lights up with a notification, knowing full well who it is. His cute usage of emojis visible on the screen tells me all that I need to know. Chuckling to myself, I set down my flatiron and reply to him.

Baekhyun planned a date at his apartment tonight, subtly dropping a hint about what I should wear. Mmhm, this isn't a t-shirt and sweatpants event. Based on the new black blazer in the back of his adorable selfie that he sent me the other day when he asked me out, I got a good idea of what I'm getting myself into.

Humming to myself, I check my reflection one last time and grab my keys before heading out. Let's see which shade of Baekhyun is awaiting me today.

Strutting my way to the elevator in my rose gold heels, I smile at my neighbor when she steps out onto our floor, whistling at my choice of attire. She winks at me as the doors close. Chuckling, I check my phone one last time, typing a quick reply to Sehun with my French tip nails letting him know that I'm okay. We've made a point to catch up with each other at the end of every week, whether face to face or over the phone. Unfortunately, I have plans tonight… and maybe tomorrow too. And the day after that.

Smirking, I repocket my phone and wrap my fluffy coat tighter around me, waving to the security guard while making my way out of the building. The bite of the December air is refreshing for my skin, the heat packed into my coat leaves me slightly too warm otherwise. I look both ways before crossing the parking lot, staying aware of my surroundings. The last thing I need is any drama from a careless driver or lurking thief in the streets. These heels are too expensive to break off into someone's ass for making me late.

My car unlocks with a familiar chirp, its headlights coming on while I walk around to the driver's side. Taking one last glance at the world around me and my back seat, I climb inside and set my purse down on the passenger's side. My phone vibrates just as I start the engine, buzzing faintly against the soft R&B CD playing on my radio. With a small smile, I check my rearview mirror and pull out onto the road.

I hum along to the first track, wondering if a UN Village actually exists while navigating to Baekhyun's apartment. The Christmas lights set up on the light poles in advance bring another smile to my face. Something about this time of year always sits right with me.

Before I know it, I'm pulling into a parking space at his apartment complex, waiting for the powerful vocals of the 6th song on the album to fade away. Sighing a little, I lean back in my seat, sweeping my eyes over the parking lot as the windows start to fog up. Who would have thought that I'd be back here nearly a year later? With warmth in my heart and a certain silver haired, idiotic yet adorable man on my mind.

"I love you," I mumble shyly, holding eye contact despite my heated cheeks and racing heart.

His whole face lights up with his smile, sparkly brown eyes outshining all the stars in the sky as he cups my cheeks in his warm palms. "I love you more."

Stepping out of my car, I pick up my purse and head inside, sharing a knowing look with the familiar security guard on my way to the elevators. It feels so good to be back, the year-long bad memories vanishing with every step I take. To my home—to my heart. The man my heart calls out for like a rescued fish returning to sea.

Butterflies flutter in my stomach when I arrive on his floor, taking my time to walk down the brightly lit hallway. I wonder what is in store for me tonight. After all, when it comes to Baekhyun, anything can be awaiting me on the other side of that door. Possibilities are endless.

Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door, smiling softly when it opens seconds later only for my jaw to drop to the floor.

Baekhyun... with his silver hair parted to the side, wearing fucking brown eyeshadow. That new black blazer of his has buttons on the ends of the sleeves, sitting perfectly on his broad shoulders. But the real sight to behold is lower down on his body, starting from his half-buttoned black shirt showing his honey-toned chest. That view alone could send a woman into a coma, but then he had to tuck his shirt into a pair of snug leather pants. The belt around his hips shows off the curves of his waist and those damn black heeled boots are back again.

I don't even care that he can see me practically drooling—I already know what's on my menu for tonight.

"Hey," He smiles charmingly, taking my breath away.

I take a moment to compose myself, peeking at him from under my eyelashes with a smile of my own. "Hi, B."

His eyes and smile soften. "Come in, it's cold out." He steps aside to let me in, closing the door behind me.

Humming softly, I relish in his alluring cinnamon scent. "Not really," I mumble distractedly, thinking of how much warmer I feel at the sight of him while he helps me take off my coat. The way his breath hitches has a smirk quirking at my red painted lips. "What are we having tonight?" I inquire, glancing over my shoulder at him.

Baekhyun's eyes immediately shoot up to mine. "D-Dinner," He coughs, trying to cover up his flushed face behind his hand.

"Oooo," I walk further into the apartment, following the spicy aroma of food and making my way to the kitchen. "Okay. What did you order in?"

"Actually," Baekhyun's citrus shampoo floats in the air when I reach the doorway, staring at the set table with wide eyes. "I made it myself," He mumbles shyly, the cool plastic of the flower pinned to his blazer brushing against my back.

"Holy shit…" It's a fucking feast. Fresh salad, crunchy garlic bread, and the most appetizing platter of spaghetti that I've ever seen in my life. Not only that, the single-lit candle in the middle of the table has my heart and below squeezing in earnest. This cheeky little hopeless romantic.

"The meat is turkey-based," Baekhyun perks up after a few moments, walking around to place used pots and pans in the sink. Busying his fidgety hands with moving everything off of the counter. "I bought hot sauce but didn't put much because I didn't know if you'd like it spicy or not."

Walking further into the room, I rest my hand on the back of a chair, watching him with a lick of my lips.

Baekhyun continues occupying himself with everything in the kitchen, not even noticing when I slowly approach him. "The toast is on the softer side and I have some sweet tomatoes in the fridge-"

Fuck it.

I grab him by his jacket when he turns around, tugging on him so hard that a few buttons pop off and scatter around on the floor.

Baekhyun gasps, stumbling a little before bracing his hands on the surface behind me, the dishes on the dining table rattling under our joined weight. "Riley-"

I smash my lips to his, kissing him with fervor, backing him up until his back presses against the counter. I'm relentless with tugging and biting down on his bottom lip, capturing it between my teeth. He moans right into my mouth when I part his lips, sucking hard on his tongue.

The audible smack of our messy kiss echoes around the walls of his apartment, steadily building up tension in my stomach and the ache between my legs. Baekhyun softly huffs and puffs for air after a few minutes, pulling back to catch his breath with rosy, lipstick-smeared lips. "D-Dinner-"

"I'd rather eat something else," I utter lowly, rubbing my hand down his chest. My eyes flicker back up to his wide orbs just in time to catch him gulping, his warm brown eyes darkening significantly.

He looks at me for a long moment, hesitation vivid in his body language. I step closer, cupping his cheek before pressing my lips to his, gently coaxing his soft lips to dance with mine. Baekhyun takes a deep breath before wrapping his arms around me, the caress of his hands over my exposed skin leaving goosebumps in their wake.

This, I muse, shivering in delight when my body is fully pressed against his, is what has been missing.

He grows more daring the longer our lips lock, his warm hands sliding up the back of my thighs and venturing under my dress, bunching up the fabric. His fingertips teasingly slipping between my thighs has my pussy quivering, my own palms tugging on his tucked in shirt to feel more of his skin. Baekhyun grips my ass before spinning us around, hoisting me up onto the counter while I tangle my hand in his hair, my lips still glued to his. I moan when his fingers land on my clothed core, welcoming him between my parted legs.

"You're so wet," He breathes, a look of awe on his face. Sweat is already dripping down from the edges of his hairline, casting his skin in a dewy glow under the dancing candle lights.

"I'm not the only one," I murmur, tapping the back of my fingers on the bulge in his snug pants.

Baekhyun groans, pulling me into another kiss, making me gasp when he tugs me closer to the edge of the counter, his hardon right against my heated core. I shiver, wanting to widen my legs and close them at the same time when he rolls his hips, the thin fabric of my lace thong doing nothing to conceal his erection from my throbbing clit.

Our loud moans and sloppy kisses fill the air, the temperature rising in the room with every roll of his talented hips. I tighten my grip on his hair, gritting my teeth to hold back the tension building between my legs. 11 months has been way too long for me to not be intimate with someone like this, but looking up at Baekhyun's already fucked out face, I wouldn't have it any other way.

With shaky hands and quivering legs, I reach down to undo Baekhyun's belt, flinging it out of my way before pulling his zipper down. My hand slips a few times when he moves my thong to the side, sliding his middle finger into my greedy core.

"Ah…" I pant, tilting my head back as he trails searing kisses down my neck. "Fuck." The feeling of him inside of me after so long has me squeezing my thighs around his waist, fighting the wave threatening to fall over me when he finds my sweet spot immediately.

"So good for me," He murmurs, sucking my earlobe between his teeth. He slips in another finger when I finally pull his cock out of his boxers, swirling my fingers around his tip and stroking him in my firm grip. We speed up as we pant into each other's mouths, too turned on and drowned in pleasure to keep up with our kiss.

"Fuck, baby." He pulls back, cheeks flushed a pretty red hue, "C-condom-"

"No time for that." I shake my head, digging my heels into his lower back only to pause, narrowing my eyes at him. "Unless-"

He shut me up with a kiss this time. "No." He murmurs, meeting my eyes, his firm grip tightening on my hips. "No one else but you."

I am surprised by his answer, but I just nod, letting him continue. I might not be able to read Baekhyun like a book as he says I do, but I know he doesn't fuck around when it comes to his health. Let alone when it concerns the pretty, thick dick he has. Brushing his hair away to look into his eyes, I part my lips only for my breath to hitch, blushing at the feeling of him aligning his cock with my entrance.

"May I?" He murmurs, resting his forehead on mine.

The annoying throb between my legs has me clenching my teeth. "If you don't-" I gasp, clutching onto his shoulders as he slides in to the hilt. The burn of him inside me after so long is more than I expected.

Baekhyun pauses to let me adjust, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips that just makes me spasm around him. A gasp escapes him in turn, his slender fingers digging into the soft swell of my hips. "Easy, baby." He strains, voice deepened in lust.

"Easy for you to say," I grumble through gritted teeth, my back arching when he circles his hips. He presses flush against my goosebump-covered skin, giving me warmth as he starts up a comfortable rhythm, spreading my legs as far as the counter will allow. I can't help but gulp, leaning back against my braced palms. Just the view of his stunning body fully dressed beside his unzipped leather pants is messing with my head, let alone his cock pressing every spot within my walls that drives me insane.

Baekhyun pulls out, and before I can say anything, I hear his knees hitting the floor. Silver locks of hairbrush against my inner thighs moments before warm, wet sensation brushes against my clit.

"Mmm," He moans, tightening his grip on my thighs when I jolt. He pulls me even closer to the edge of the counter, placing my legs over his shoulders, "Come here."

All I can manage to do is tangle my fingers in his luscious locks. Hopefully they are strong enough to sustain my knee-jerking tugs when he drags his lips over my core, sticking his tongue into my hole and taking my folds between his lips. Baekhyun is just… gentle, slurping and smacking his lips against my throbbing core without a care. He's taking his time down there as if he has all the time in the world. I feel bad for my arousal dripping onto the counter and all over his chin—it's embarrassing, but it's never been this… this good.

"So sweet," He murmurs, sliding his warm palms up my waist.

Trying my best not to succumb to the coil in my stomach, I risk a glance down at him. The sight of his tongue poking out from between his coated lips to caress my swollen nub in the gentlest of ways has me tensing up—even more so when his brown eyes flicker up to meet mine.

"Baekhyun." I pant, tugging harder on his hair.

"Come on," He breathes, gripping my hips when I start to tremble.

"B-Baekhyun." It takes everything in me to hold on, bracing myself against the counter. "I want you inside…" I throw my head back when he slips a finger inside, quickly followed by another.

"Give it to me." He demands, so softly in an airy tone, his breath hitching at a particularly hard tug on his roots. He's damn near pleading for it and it's driving me crazy. "Come all over my face, baby."

Yeah, there's no winning this fight. With his lewd words and soft lips wrapping tight around my clit, rolling it around inside of his mouth with his tongue, that's it. Game over. How I managed this long without falling over the edge by the works of his mouth is a mystery within itself.

Baekhyun doesn't stop humming and massaging my clit with his lips until I softly push his head away, closing my shaking legs. He stands back up, sliding his hands up my thighs and leaning in for a kiss. It's different from the others we've shared tonight, filled with a certain hint of gentleness and love that matches the yearning and adoration in his sparkly brown eyes.

"Fuck, Riley." Baekhyun pulls back, cock twitching in my hand when I rotate my wrist. He cards a hand through his hair, chuckling in disbelief. "You are driving me crazy."

"Yeah?" I drawl, wrapping my thighs around his waist. "Come show me crazy."

"I'm not gonna last…" He admits, looking worried.

"How long do you plan on loving me, Byun Baekhyun?" I demand, tucking my index finger under his chin for him to face me.

Baekhyun's eyes dance like shimmering orbs of light. "Until my last dying breath."

"Well," I breathe, butterflies fluttering my stomach when his words settle in. "I'm sure we can fit in plenty of rounds until then."

The sweetest smile forms on his handsome face before his brows knit together, biting his bottom lip when I pull him back inside, digging my heels into his back.

"Don't hold back," I whisper into his ear, brushing my lips over his neck. Baekhyun takes a shaky breath, pulling away until only his tip is in my sensitive core. The bruising grip he has on my hips is the only warning I get before he plunges back inside.

Baekhyun doesn't hold back in the slightest. He sets a fast, near brutal pace, lifting my hips to slam inside of me at an angle that has me screaming his name, clinging onto his clothed shoulders for dear life.

"Fuck, baby." He groans, his steady rhythm taking on sloppy, shallow thrusts. The squelch of our joined bodies stirs up an unexpected heat in me. "I'm gonna-"

"Yeah," I breathe, locking my legs around the back of his trembling thighs. My heart and pussy clench in earnest at the expression on his face.

Baekhyun pants, sweat dripping down his forehead and falling off of his jaw. The flap of his jacket exposing his chest with his shaky movements. "Can I-"

I lick the salty sweat from his heated skin, sucking harshly where his collarbone meets his gorgeous neck. "Inside me, B."

He groans the loudest one of the night, hiding his face in my neck as he pounds into me. His cum spills deep inside, hot and messy. The warmth of it triggers my own release. I have to bite down on his shoulder to contain the uncontrollably loud moan that's ripped from my throat with his final gentle thrusts.

Baekhyun slows down to a stop, his chest flushed to mine while we try to regain our breath. The smell of sweat and sex permeating the air has me giggling breathlessly, running my fingers through his damp hair.

"Fuck—baby," He mutters, hurrying to pull out. "Your dress."

"It's-" I moan, biting my lip when he slides his fingers back in.

"Where's a towel," He frantically looks around, the most comically concerned expression on his handsome, dewy face. "There it is! Ah, it's too far away... I'm sorry, baby-" He stops when I wrap my hand around his wrist, slipping his cum covered fingers between my lips.

"Take it off of me," I whisper, staring right into his dilated eyes.

"You'll be cold," He murmurs, looking between my eyes and my mouth sucking on his fingertips.

"Then warm me up," I purr, wrapping my thighs back around his waist.

Baekhyun's jaw drops, his cock already stirring against me. I reach down to take him into my hand, rubbing my fingers around his tip. "You'll be the death of me." He groans, tangling his hand in my hair and pulling me into a searing kiss.

Hours later, we're curled up in bed. My head on his pillow with his hands in my hair.

"W-Will you stay the night?" Baekhyun whispers, brown eyes no longer showing signs of tiredness.

I smile, completely in love with this new side of him. Baekhyun, in all that he is, is the most beautiful man in the world. "Of course, baby," I murmur, tracing random shapes on his honey skin.

He perks up with the most beautiful smile growing on his face, gently pulling me closer until my head rests on his chest, his fast-beating heart a dead giveaway to how happy he is. I kiss over his heart, looking up into his shimmering brown pools of love. Is he...? Gently swiping my finger under his eye has a tear falling down his cheek. And another. And another…

"You mean everything to me," He breathes, arms and legs tangled so much with mine I don't know where he ends and I begin.

I smile, falling asleep to the beat of his steady heart and the security of his warm arms. "You mean the world to me."

•••

Time goes by so fast when you're happy and in love, turning even your hardest days into nights that you want to remember. Just having that person you love the most by your side, through thick and thin, for better or for worse, makes all the difference in the world.

—The only downside is how agonizing time passes when you are apart.

I pop my bubble gum with my chin resting in my palm, humming and tapping my pen on my desk. After catching up on a day's worth of paperwork, (blame my procrastination… and spending the weekend at Baekhyun's,) I'm bored, impatiently waiting for noon. There's only one way to fix this mood before I'm in a slump for the rest of the day, and looking at the home screen of my phone, I plan to arrange that very soon.

As soon as 12:00 pops up on the clock, I tap the first number on my speed dial, pressing my ringing phone to my ear.

"Hello?" His honey-smooth voice flutters over the line.

"Baekhyun." I apply a fresh layer of lip gloss to my lips, tucking away my hair to make sure my diamond earrings don't get tangled. "Are you free for lunch?"

"Yeah." He mumbles distractedly, shuffling papers filter through the call before a door shuts.

"Come over." I demand, hanging up. Pushing back from my desk, I walk over to my vanity table, straightening out my black lace, sleeveless bra from under my robe. It's mid-Spring again, already hot enough to wake me up in the middle of the night when I don't sleep with my fan on. The perfect excuse for what I have planned for my "week off" of work. I don't care how many business meetings I have to host from the comfort of my own home.

The doorbell rings just as I'm smoothing down my hair, checking my reflection one last time in the mirror. I make my way out of my bedroom and into the living room, pulling the door open with haste.

Baekhyun stands on the other side with wide, frantic eyes, dressed impeccably in a black suit with his slicked back silver hair the slightest bit ruffled. "Riley, what-"

I yank him inside, crashing my lips to his, pressing his body to the door before it slams shut. His scent surrounds me in seconds, vanilla-scented clothes with traces of smoke. The rich citrus of his soft hair and the hint of musk on his skin from a long day of work. My hands are undoing his tucked in shirt before he can get a word in.

"Riley." He grunts, holding me close as I trail messy kisses down his gorgeous neck. I walk backwards to the couch, toppling onto it with him following me.

"How long before your next meeting?" I murmur, pulling him closer by his tie.

Baekhyun visibly gulps, brown eyes darkening significantly before they flicker back up to mine. "They'll survive." He chuckles, licking his lips, leaning in for another frenzied kiss.

Yeah, Baekhyun wasn't kidding about him being a workaholic—which I already knew, but damn if it isn't annoying sometimes. He's more busy stressing over the new designs for his clothing line than helping me plan his 27th birthday party. All my subtle questions to find out what he would want have been futile. It's just been him typing on that damn computer of his for hours.

I go around spraying the plants in his office, talking sweetly to each of them to make sure they get enough Co2. Their droopy leaves need some perking up with the sheer amount of gloom coming off of Baekhyun's furiously typing form.

He abruptly stops, sighing loudly for the 100th time today. "I should give up."

"Nooo," I pout, walking behind his chair to wrap my arms around his neck, taking a small peek at the rough sketches on his computer. " Keep going, don't give up now."

Baekhyun smiles tiredly, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. "What do you know about that, hmm?"

"A bit." I smile softly, lightly resting my head on his. "Things may seem shaky now. Just out of reach. No longer within your control." Twirling his hair around my finger, I smile to myself. "But that's okay, it means you are being challenged. And a challenge conquered to the best of your abilities will do you a lot of good." I close my eyes, basking in his presence and comforting scent. "So keep going, you'll never know what you are capable of until you reach the end."

My eyes snap open when Baekhyun suddenly spins around, staring up at me with wide, teary brown eyes. "B-" I wheeze, not expecting him to pull me into his arms, hugging me like a lifeline. "Baekhyun…?" I try again, growing alarmed when his tears wet the front of my shirt.

He only holds me tighter in response, his chest silently heaving against mine. I slowly wrap my arms around him and gently tangle my fingers in his hair, pressing a kiss to his ear.

He's adorable, in every way, shape, and form. Ugh, I'm going to end up in a love-induced coma one day with the way my heartbeat always skips when I'm around him. No matter if I'm meeting him for lunch or if he comes to work across from me at my desk when I'm chasing deadlines, I wouldn't change a thing for the world.

—Except maybe his sense of timing things.

I startle awake, clutching my racing heart with unsteady breathing. The details of my nightmare slowly fade away, but it does little to calm me down. Feeling a sense of urgency, I clumsily search around for my phone. I'll text Baekhyun; I need to make sure he is okay.

My eyes squint at the bright screen of my phone, not expecting to check it in the middle of the night, let alone the notification I find there.

Baekhyunee💘💕🥺💓😘

Thursday, 2:34 am

Riley

Hlep

I nee d u

I fly out of bed like a bat out of hell, rushing over to his apartment, nearly hitting three pedestrians on the way. Parking hazardly in the first empty parking spot I find before jumping out and all but running to the fourth floor. I pound on his door loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood until he opens up, revealing bloodshot eyes and a can of beer in his hand.

"Baekhyun, what's wrong?" I pant, resting my hands on my knees and frantically looking him over. He mumbles something unintelligible under his breath. "What?" I demand, trying to catch my breath.

"I-I just..." He mumbles sluggishly, slouching his shoulders with sadness in his puppy eyes. "I just miss you."

My frantic heart softens. "Get inside and sit down." I demand, pressing a kiss to his cheek before closing the door.

I love this man so fucking much. Even if he annoyingly wakes me up sometimes at 2 to 3 am, I'd run over to his place with my baggy pants and sleeping cap in a heartbeat.

•••

June rolls back around before I know it. This time, however, I plan to decline Jongin's offer to participate in the dance competition again. But to my uttermost surprise, he'll be taking Kyungsoo instead. For tap dancing.

???

Just how multi-talented is Baekhyun's group of friends? Spare me some of that energy, please?

Speaking of friends, Chanyeol's tall figure invited us over to his house today, the mansion that he used to share with Baekhyun and Jongdae.

—I have a grudge against him right now though because he literally called Baekhyun in the middle of the night to challenge him to some video game duel. The comical way his face changed when he saw me glaring at him from the corner of their video call though. By the end of their conversation, an invite was extended to me and Sehun too. It's "best friends" night, and boy do I have a lesson for Park Chanyeol. Lesson one: never underestimate a woman on a mission. In work, life, or on the playing field.

"Damn, man," I mumble, looking wide eyed at the huge flat screen TV and various game consoles around the room. "Leave you alone with the mansion for 2 years and you stocked up your mancave to the finest degree."

Chanyeol flicks a few buttons on the wall next to the door that dims the lights, letting the bright TV and a few arcade games illuminate the room. Baekhyun's eyes twinkle brighter than anything else in the spacious room. He goes over to chat with Chanyeol while I stand in the doorway with Sehun.

"Hey," I whisper, nudging him. "Remember when you used to stream your games back in the day? And the pink hair?"

"Oh yeah." Sehun chuckles while I notice Chanyeol perk up out of the corner of my eye. "I had a setup similar to this back at home." He stuffs his hands in his pockets, taking another look around. "Less impressive though," He mutters, crinkling his nose.

Chanyeol quickly walks over. "Number one victory royale?" He asks, eyes wide. "King of the south-bound?"

"Moisty mire extraordinaire...?" Sehun inquires, eyes widening as well.

Chanyeol stares him down for a long, hard minute, and then raises his hand. "Truce?"

Sehun smirks, gripping Chanyeol's hand firmly in his. "Truce."

I blink, more than confused. Baekhyun catches my eye and just winks.

Originally posted by exo-stentialism

I'm having a huge dilemma—no, a midlife crisis. All hell is about to break loose and I'll be in the center of it.

Baekhyun asked me out on a date—I know, I know, listen!

He asked me out on a date… with barely any hints on what to wear.

He didn't say, "wear whatever you want," when I called him earlier. He told me to, "wear something nice."

Nice?! Nice. That's all I got while he remained tight-lipped about his own outfit. At least give me a color, man!!!

So, here I am, swiping clothes left and right in my closet like a madwoman until my eyes land on the perfect dress. One of sheer beauty and elegance.

A white, off the shoulder, hollowed out strapless mini dress with floral patterns from start to finish. The sleeves are made completely out of lace, the ends resting beautifully on the back of my hand. I smile at my reflection in the mirror, keeping my makeup light, only focused on enhancing my features. My phone buzzes just as I recap my eyeliner.

Your chariot awaits.

Giggling, I quickly type up a reply, tucking my phone into my clutch while wondering what this 'chariot' could be. Baekhyun sure does fancy using these cheesy words lately it seems.

Strutting down to the parking lot as gracefully as this dress will allow, I feel thankful for the warm summer night air. Bugs and I, when I'm wearing a dress like this, I need all the warmth I can get.

A blue jeep pulls up and honks at me, confusing me for a second because it isn't Baekhyun's Audi until they roll the passenger window down, revealing Jongdae's ever-bored face.

I blink a few times. "...What kind of low budget uber is this?"

"Yah!" Chanyeol loudly protests, barely overpowering Jongdae's rambunctious laughter. He glares at the brunet clutching his stomach.

"Hop in, Cinderella." Jongdae chuckles as the car doors unlock.

I carefully climb into the back seat, readjusting the hem of my dress.

"Someone got all dolled up tonight." Jongdae grins, shooting a teasing look back at me.

"Ubers don't talk much, Dae." I point out, watching the city lights fly by while Chanyeol pulls off and navigates us down barely familiar roadways. "Where are we going?"

Chanyeol meets my eye in the rearview mirror. "Where do you think?"

"If I didn't have your mother's number on my speed dial I'd call the police, Park," I grumble, resting my elbow on the car door and my chin in my palm. Jongdae's laughter quirks a smile on my lips while Chanyeol continues driving with furrowed brows and a grumpy frown on his face.

After a while of speeding cars and the radio quietly playing, a certain blue building catches my eye. "Where are we?" I perk up, my eyes widening at a sign in the distance. "Is this...?"

"UN Village," Jongdae supplies.

"Step on the gas, Yeol."

"I-I'm not sure you want to do that, Riley." Jongdae tries to diffuse the situation, his weary features flickering over to the competitive expression forming on Chanyeol's face. "You could get motion sickness and-"

"I thought you were the fastest on the road, Yeol," I fake pout, subtly making sure my seatbelt is secure. "I guess I was wrong."

"Oh yeah?" The tall oaf counters, bursting for a challenge at this point.

"Riley," Jongdae tries again when Chanyeol sits up straighter, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "Don't-"

I curl my lips up into a shameless, cheshire cat grin. "Betcha."

My back thuds against the seat when he accelerates. Chanyeol weaves in and out between other vehicles on the road like no one's business. Thankfully the traffic is light tonight and we are taking a lot of unpopular backroads. Heaven knows what would happen if he did this in the heart of Seoul.

Jongdae holds onto the passenger car door and the back of Chanyeol's seat for dear life, the reflection of him in the mirror looking a little green against the bright city lights. By the time Chanyeol slows to a stop, he's leaning his arm across the dashboard, tucking his head between his knees.

"Never," He croaks out, gasping for air. "Again."

Chanyeol's triumphant smirk has me holding back a giggle. I direct my eyes out the window to avoid Jongdae's disgruntled glare.

"Ha! You call that fast?" I grin, hopping out of the car on wobbly legs. "My Grandma can drive better than that."

"Riley," Jongdae pipes up weakly, holding his stomach while Chanyeol's nostrils flare, big brown eyes ablazed. "Don't encourage him, he isn't your ride home."

I begin to rebuke, but pause, noticing an odd building in the distance. "What the…" It's a giant white structure with a curved entrance, another one of those intricate places that the Hannam-dong architects must have loved to build here. "What kind of building is that?"

"Keep walking," Chanyeol nods, gesturing to the long walkway between the tall walls. "You'll see."

Butterflies erupt in my stomach, making me nervous for a moment, but the good gut feeling I get from looking between both their expressive eyes encourages me to move forward. "Thanks for the ride, Yeol," I say softly, patting his jeep before taking a few steps back. Smirking mischievously over at Jongdae. "Sorry for making you lose your lunch, Dae."

He waves me off with a fake annoyed expression, not able to hide the curl of his little smile.

I spin around on my heels, walking through the entrance between the two curved walls. The clicks of my heels on the pavement is the only sound I hear. Following the uneven path, I crinkle my nose, wondering what the hell Baekhyun is up to this time. Got me out here walking down curved pathways in the dark.

Well, apparently the building curls all the way around to a see-through door in the middle, but that isn't what makes me stop in my tracks. It's that flash of familiar silver hair.

Baekhyun leans against the wall with his silver hair parted in the middle, twinkling under the bright lights. Wearing a white blazer, a white t-shirt and silver leather pants. The metal of his belt catches the light along with the rings on his fingers and accessory necklaces adorning his neck.

I snap my jaw shut, making my way over to him. "Baekhyun…"

He smiles warmly, little strands of hair dangling in his eyes in the most handsome way. "Hey."

"Hi," I whisper. "You look…" Eyeing him from head to toe—to those damn sexy heeled boots, I'm at a loss for words. "Wow."

Baekhyun chuckles, moving off of the wall to walk closer to me, taking me by the hand. "You look beautiful as well," He murmurs, kissing every knuckle on the back of my hand.

I feel my face heat up all the way up to my ears. I've only been out here with him for 5 minutes and I'm already about to faint from the softness blooming in my frantic heart. "What are we doing tonight?" I ask softly, not sure if I want to keep gazing into his sparkly brown eyes or look away from the butterfly-inducing adoration written all over his face.

"It's a surprise," Baekhyun supplies, chuckling at the impatient expression on my face. He brings my hand to his cheek, staring deeply into my eyes. "Walk with me?"

My heart goes into overdrive. With that look on your face? I couldn't deny you if I tried.

I nod and let him take the lead, resting my head on his shoulder. There's something about being with him at night like this. Something unexplainable and magical in the air. The soft fabric of his blazer brushing against my cheek and the light July wind blowing through his hair. He's so warm and smells so good I have to bite my tongue not to drag him back to my apartment just to curl up next to him on the couch.

Something tells me that tonight will be a special one, but really, if it's with Baekhyun, anywhere and everywhere, I'll love it either way.

I notice something out of the corner of my eye when we step out onto a sidewalk, briefly lifting my head from Baekhyun's shoulder. "Dokseodang Children's Park?" I mumble curiously.

Baekhyun hums. "This is my favorite place." His eyes sweep over the slightly aged equipment, resting a hand on my back.

Humming myself, I start to reply only for my eyes to dart over at the dirt road ahead.

Baekhyun immediately takes notice, coming to a stop at the edge of the sidewalk. "What is it, hmm?"

I look up at the annoyingly buzzing light pole. "That flickering light-"

Baekhyun snaps his fingers, and the whole world goes black for a moment, then a dozen lights twinkle in the darkness. Fireflies lighting up the night under the shine of the full moon.

"Come on." His honey-smooth voice rings, softly squeezing my hand before leading the way. I rest my other hand on his arm and watch my every step, realizing we are climbing a hill with the deep slope brushing against the front of my heels. Grass crunches under our footsteps, crickets sing their late night songs of cheer, and then I see a peek of something bright as we near the top of the hill. I gasp, nearly tripping in my haste to get a closer look, my heartbeat skyrocketing when we reach the edge of the steep hill.

A stunning table seated for two sits in the middle of the plateau, with a cooler holding an unopened bottle of champagne. Dome-covered plates are set on the white table cloth and a few candles are lit on the table. Vanilla fragrance flutters in the gentle wind as I take in the dozens of lanterns hung up in the tree above. Brightening up the area surrounded by miles upon miles of other rolling hills without outshining the moon. I even spot the UN Village sign at the other side of the park; you can see everything from up here.

"Baekhyun…"

He smiles so brightly when I look at him. "Yes, my love?"

You mesmerizing little hopeless romantic. I can only press a kiss to his soft cheek, hugging him.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes," I mumble into the safety of his shoulder.

He rests his head on mine, hugging me to his chest. "Then why are you hiding, hmm?"

"I love it so much," I mutter, fully content to stay here for a few more minutes. "It's so pretty I have tears in my eyes. I can't believe you."

Baekhyun chuckles, rubbing my back so soothingly it takes all my strength to not melt further against him. The heavenly scent of vanilla once again meets my nose; we have a date waiting for us.

Slowly pulling away, I look into his sparkly brown eyes, smiling shyly before making my way over to the table. He's a step ahead of me in an instant, pulling out a chair for me while I giggle, hiding my adoring smile and red face behind my hand. God, my heart is racing so hard I swear it's threatening to jump out and run to him.

I give him a grateful smile, my skin buzzing under the familiarity of his gentle touch when he pushes me in, his citrus and cinnamon scent perfectly blending with the vanilla while he walks to take his own seat across from me.

Baekhyun sighs softly, tilting his head with a nearly playful smile. "Ready?"

Grinning a little, I tilt my head to the opposite side, relishing in the twinkles of amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Ready as I'll ever be."

He chuckles. "On three?"

I nod, gripping the handle on the top of the dome cover with another smile.

"One," He leans closer to his dome, mischief swirling in his brown eyes. "Two."

More than amused, I play along, butterflies fluttering in my stomach under his beaming smile.

"Three!"

I lift up the dome, setting it aside while taking in the food neatly arranged on the plate. It's a Korean cuisine that I haven't seen before, full of delectable vegetables and tender meat. Watching Baekhyun take his first bite has my mouth watering for two reasons. I carefully cut a slice of beef, closing my eyes when it melts on my tongue. Holy shit, who is the chef behind this? That person needs a raise.

"Kyungsoo made it," Baekhyun smiles, chuckling when I hum at my next bite. "I have to help him out next week though," He frowns, nearly pouting. "He doesn't like doing things last minute."

Recalling the whole ordeal for Jenny's birthday, I can't help but laugh. "I know," I smile, resting my chin in my palm.

Baekhyun smiles, his nose scrunching adorable while cutting another piece of meat.

Conversation flows naturally between us, as always. Baekhyun is just like that, an easy person to talk to, but it's much different than before. He hums a lot, resting his chin on his palm while gazing at me with adoring and attentive eyes, the tiniest of loving smiles on his face. If I wasn't wearing this expensive white dress, I'd lean over the table and kiss the hell out of him.

However, the mood changes slightly when we are nearly done. He keeps tapping his fingers on the table and his foot against the leg of his chair, clearing his throat with a worried expression on his face.

"Bae?" I call softly, tilting my head at his lack of response. Tired of the constant clink of his leather boot against the wooden chair, I nudge my foot against his. "Are you alright?"

He blinks, sitting up straight at once. "Yes, love." He clears his throat again, smiling shyly. "Wanna dance with me?"

"Dance?" I look around at the grassy nature and chirping wildlife, meeting his eyes again. "There isn't any music here, B."

He shakes his head, standing up. "Yes there is."

"I-" I go quiet when he takes my hand, resting it over his beating heart. Looking up into his imploring brown eyes, I start to understand. I nod, slowly standing up as well, following him over to the empty side of the hill.

Baekhyun lifts up our joined hands, interlocking our fingers together and resting his other one on the small of my back. I rest my free hand on his shoulder, gazing deeply into his brown pools of warmth. He makes the first move, slowly stepping forward while I take a step back. The crickets chirp louder with every movement we make, growing more confident by the minute.

Melting at the way his heart beats against mine, I look up at the stars, millions and billions of twinkling lights filling up the night sky. Meeting Baekhyun's gaze again, however, reminds me that not all the stars and planets combined can outshine the sparkling light in his warm brown eyes. He smiles softly as if hearing my thoughts, squeezing my hand before spinning me around, welcoming me right back into his loving arms.

I could spend forever like this, staring into his eyes and listening to his beating heart. Just the two of us while the rest of the world fades away, nothing but background noise to our undying love.

"Look," Baekhyun perks up, looking up at the stars. My eyes flicker up, widening at the shooting star streaking across the night sky. "Make a wish," He murmurs warmly, taking a step back.

Feeling a sense of hope and childlike urgency, I whip around to face the star head on. What should I wish for? The star is reaching the edge of the sky! Sensing Baekhyun's comforting figure behind me, I have all the answers I need.

I wish… Closing my eyes, I clasp my hands together, finding strength in the soft summer breeze. For a love like this, for all of eternity. The last few streaks of the star fade away when I open my eyes, smiling softly until I remember where I am and a certain someone who is with me. Where is Baekhyun? Stiffening up, I quickly spin around in alarm, slapping my hands over my mouth at the sight.

Baekhyun: on one knee, holding up a small jewelry box with shaky hands and vulnerable. "Why do you look so scared?" He breaks the ice, chuckling nervously.

"I thought you left," I blurt, snapping my mouth shut.

He laughs fully this time. "No." He shakes his head, smiling up at me with the sweetest of smiles. "I'm right here."

I take a deep breath, nodding slowly.

"I love you," He declares warmly, keeping his eyes steady on mine. "I love the way my name falls from your lips, the soft swell of your hips, the love in your fingertips." He smiles. "How your doe eyes go wide when you're surprised. The way you curl up next to me in your sleep when I'm working at night." A little grin forms on his face. "The shy expression you get when you ask if I want the rest of your food and that little song you always sing nonstop around the house when you're happy."

I cover my face in embarrassment, peeking at him from between my fingers.

Baekhyun chuckles, continuing, "I love the little notes you leave when you make me lunch. The way you squeak when I kiss right here." He taps the back of his right ear. "Your beautiful mind and all the mischief that comes with it..." He laughs a little. "The way you nag me when I don't dry my hair and yet always end up doing it for me anyway."

"Your sarcasm and loving touch," He murmurs, sparkles dancing bright in his eyes. "The dimples you try to hide when you smile." He cracks another grin. "Your quirky mismatched socks and way of talking." He laughs warmly when I groan, rethinking all my life choices. "How red your face gets when I compliment you." He hums. "Your loud, high pitched, raspy laugh that I know you hate but I simply adore."

"Oh my god," I cover my eyes, knowing how right he is and how hot my face feels right now.

"How sexy your accent is and how sassy you get when you're angry," He murmurs humorously, giving me a knowing look. "That high horse you climb on when you don't want to admit you are wrong that leaves me frustrated and amused at the same time." He chuckles, sighing softly, his voice taking on a gentler tone. "The look on your face when you cry that makes me want to hold you and hide you away from the world."

My heart squeezes as tears spring to my eyes. I sniffle softly, fanning my face while meeting his loving eyes.

"I love everything about you." He takes a shaky breath. "Not a day goes by where I'm not grateful for you coming into my life."

He looks down for a moment, blinking rapidly before flicking his hair out of his eyes. "I know I'm not much," He mumbles. "I-I know I've done so much shit in the past that you have every right to walk out on me for. I know that you deserve way better than me." He swallows thickly, lips trembling before he presses them into a thin line. "Even with all of this, I have some promises I want to make."

Baekhyun raises his head, reaching to take my hand in his. "I promise not to run away. I promise to communicate. I promise to stay by your side through every blessing and hardship you go through." My heart pounds at the determination in his words and sincerity in his shimmering eyes. "I may not be the perfect man for you." A hint of remorse sparks briefly in his brown eyes. "But I promise to love you with all that I have—with all that I am," He pauses, holding my hand securely in his. "Until my last dying breath… If I break any of these promises you have permission to kick me where the sun doesn't shine." He mumbles in a jokingly grumpy tone, smiling when I giggle.

"I promise to love you until the end of time." His voice starts to wobble, hands shaking while looking deep into my eyes. "Please," He opens the box, revealing a sparkly, rose gold ring with matching gems lining the sides. "Marry me, and be mine."

"Yes." I choke out, tears streaming down my face when I bend down to cup his tear-streaked cheeks in my hands. "Yes. Yes! A million times yes."

Baekhyun stands up, slipping the ring onto my ring finger with uttermost care. As soon as he's done, he pulls me close, sealing my lips in a searing kiss that I gladly let take my breath away.

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"Unzip me?" I ask, peeking up at him from under my eyelashes.

Baekhyun hums and I spin around, chills going down my spine when his hands gently brush my hair out of the way, warm fingertips brushing over my cool skin. The instant relief of being free from the snug material has nothing on his quiet gasp as he slowly drags the zipper down. He steps back while I shrug off the dress, leaving it to pool at my feet before turning to face him.

His hair color looks out worldly under the favor of the moonlight; shining strands of silver and dark grey swaying with the summer breeze. The way the light reflects off his chains casts him in an eternal glow as he looks at me with those warm, brown eyes. The hints of adoration and need in those captivating orbs break me from my trance.

I take more steps until I'm standing in front of him, pushing his blazer off his shoulders and tilting my head to meet his awestruck gaze, my tone soft and warm, "Baekhyun."

He gulps, letting it fall to the floor while I rest my hand on his chest, placing the other on the back of his neck. The fast beating of his heart under my palm makes me smile before my lips press to his, savoring the taste of champagne on his tongue. I tighten my hold on him when he wraps his arms around my waist, backing me up to the bed.

I sit perched on the edge of the mattress, looking up at him when he pulls off his t-shirt, exposing lean muscle and honey-toned skin to my hungry eyes. I can't help rubbing down his chest and gazing at him from head to toe, smiling at the tint of pink to his cheeks. His leather pants join the scattered pile on the floor before he joins me on the bed, his gentle hands pulling off the rest of our clothes.

"You sure are being bashful tonight," I murmur, lightly tangling my fingers in his hair, relishing in how his warm body presses mine to the cool sheets.

Baekhyun smiles, pressing a chaste kiss to my collarbone. "Let's take things slow tonight." He meets my wide eyes with his adoring ones, pulling the covers over our bodies when I give a timid nod.

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A/N:

HA! Y'all thought I was going to break these two up forever. I still had the Un Village scene left!!! >:'D A lot has happened in this long asf Finale and you know, on one hand (me being me) I'm never satisfied with it, HOWEVER those last two scenes? Yeah, that's the best for me. :')

Okay I NEED TO RANT for 2 minutes. *inhale*

I have never, ever EVER had such a hard time writing a character. My perfectionism really popped out in Jackson's scenes, I swear. I tried writing about this man and it just didn't feel right because I don't know him as well. I legit spent almost a week watching Youtube videos, GOT7 music videos, JACKSON SOLO VIDEOS and fell down a rabbit hole of smut (typical smfh) just to figure out how to present him properly! I know writing is all about how you present your character and how you can make them different than the person you base them off of but holy f*ck I wanted him accurate and that accuracy kicked me in my nonexistent balls… so that up there was the final result *deep exhale*

After all of this I can safely say that Jackson is one of my favorite soloists and member of GOT7 bye-

-THE ACTUAL END NOTE WITHOUT THE RAMBLING-

We've finally made it, loves. Six Phases is completed. It's been 2 long years of writing this story. 2 years full of laughter, smiles, dance breaks, hardships and tears.

I'm writing this end note before I even finish the story that you've read above. I'm writing this little note while on hiatus. I'm writing this while in the process of working on this story so I can heal - because that is the very reason this story was created. For healing. For growth.

The Baekhyun character you all know, see, hate and love? His expressions of love are heavily influenced by IRL Jenny; my girlfriend; my heart. My coauthor; my other half.

Without her, I wouldn't know genuine happiness, vulnerability, or to know that someone can love you unconditionally. Flaws and all. Without her, I would have stopped at chapter 4 and disappeared from the writing world forever. She taught me that it is okay to be open, my loud annoying rambling self and that I deserve to follow my dreams. She has stopped me from deleting this story a hundred times. She is the reason why I opened my heart time and time again to truly let these characters' voices be heard. Their flaws and all.

Every character is a part of me, but Baekhyun and Jenny are inspired by her. I can't express how grateful I am to her without crying on you; I've cried enough happy tears while finishing this lmao SO just know that she has helped me a lot with completing this story, and for what I will write in the future.

Before I end this note that has gone on for too long already, I want to express my gratitude and love to everyone who has helped me continue and finish this story. Please don't feel bad if I don't mention you directly, I have warmth in my heart for everyone who has read Six Phases. You being here means the world to me.

Loving Mentions

Miss Kay - you seriously don't know how much you have restored my love for this story. I'll never forget the first time you reblogged SP on tumblr and your comment still brings tears to my eyes. I always thought this story was garbage and seeing how much you enjoyed reading it encouraged me to pick up where I left off. Thank you for everything <3 I can't thank you enough.

Miss Jamie - I always love reading your comments and the theories you had with each new chapter of the story. I'll never forget that Minute Man joke, I swear. I'm still laughing over it. Not to be giddy but I always look forward to your comments ^^ Thank you for always sharing your thoughts about the story with me <3

Sherlock Holmes Anon - dear, you and your THEORIES!!! I adore them all. I love all the knowledge you've brought to the table about the meaning of the colors in this story and its universe. You are amazing and everything you are studying is paying off!!! Wishing you all the best in your studies ^^ show those exams who's boss, they got nothing on you and your lovely brain <333333

My aff loves

Beau1996, alexajjang, byundipyun,

queeniexoxo, byunsugar, Taqdees,

juntar, Vish15, baeknhyu,

Baekie_18, Endzii22, ohyeahbb, Shawolgurl, bbhmystar.

- thank you for all of your lovely comments. Your words made me the happiest in the world. Every time I used to get those instant aff notifs on my phone, I'd run across my house to read them, ahhh~~~ I always love hearing from you <33333

My tumblr lovelies - thank you sooo much for all the love and interactions you've given to my story T-T I'm not tearing up, it's the cake batter in my eyes. You guys are amazing.

My beloved anon readers, tumblr and aff commenters - I'm sending you so many freaking hugs and tissues for the angst you've been exposed to XD hearing the hot tea and ideas you had for this story was such a joy. Thank you <3

I've spent hours a day replying back to you all, no joke. Every comment is precious to me and I always want to give back what you all have given me <333 I hope this story's ending was a happy one for you, I've had it planned since fall 2020 and I'm so happy to finally be able to share it with all of you.

Thank you, for interacting, commenting, subscribing, and upvoting. I appreciate all the love you've given this baby (haha) fic of mine more than you can ever imagine. This story is dedicated to all of you <3

-and oh, don't worry. This isn't the end of Baekhyun & Riley's story, this is only the beginning. <3

Thank you, can't wait to see you soon 0:) <3

~Love a million times over, Nisa

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I love the prompt game and can't wait to read what you write. 😊 If you feel like it, I'd love to see Speirton + 3 (dad jokes). 😄

Thank you for the ask Anna! ❤ I hope you enjoy this silly little story of Ron being left alone with Carwood`s nieces, featuring some very cheesy jokes.

Cereal with a Side of Jokes

The quiet chirping ring of Carwood`s phone breaks the 6 a.m. quiet of their Monday morning. Ron knows what the call will be before Carwood even picks it up and lets out an unmistakably discontented huff as the warm body next to him shifts away to take the call. He can only hear Carwood`s side of the conversation but it's enough to have his worst fears confirmed. Carwood has to go in to work.

“You're supposed to have the day off.” The accusation comes out more pouty sounding than Ron intends but in all fairness he didn't intend to be stuck with Carwood`s nieces by himself either. God, the nieces. Ron drapes an arm across his eyes as he contemplates how the day will play out. He was new to the whole babysitting thing and it would be the two girls’ first time staying at Ron and Carwood`s house. And it was just the first full day of a week, an entire week, while their parents were away on a cruise. It had been bad enough last night when they were dropped off and it felt like it took a thousand hours to get them to sleep. Carwood had done most of the work then but now Ron would be left to his own devices.

“I know, but there's a problem with the new software and the entire system is down.” Carwood pauses his rushing around just long enough to press a kiss to Ron`s cheek. “I'll be back before you know it.”

Ron moves his arm to level a complaintive look at Carwood, “But the kids…”

A small, amused smile appears on Carwood`s face, “You`re a big, tough detective. I'm sure you can handle a couple of kids.”

And before he knew it, Carwood had said his goodbyes, grabbed his things, and left. And Ron was alone. With two barely hip high brats. And an idea.

“You know, this is why I think you`re a serial killer. Or at least part of why. Who calls people these days? Serial killers, that's who. Normal people just text.”

“I need you to tell me some jokes.”

“What is this? 1-800-DIAL-A-CLOWN? I'm a bit busy you know. Can you just use Google?” There`s a shuffling sound on George`s end followed by a large crash and some rather creative swearing.

“I did use Google. Searched cheap clowns. Your name came up - George Luz, first result.”

“Ha! Cute, sounds like you already have jokes.”

“I need children's jokes.”

“Children's jokes?”

“Yes, for the small ones I'm watching.”

“How does everything you say sound creepy?”

“George…” Ron injects a warning tone into his words in hopes of speeding this up, the rugrats could be awake and tearing up the place at any moment. Time is of the essence.

“Alright, alright. I`ve got a few. You got a pen and paper?”

It's only a half hour after he hangs up with George that the kids come stumbling down the stairs, half awake but somehow still full of noise and energy. It takes more directing and corralling than expected to get them to actually sit still at the table for breakfast but he manages to get them settled eventually. And then they begin staring at them. Ron stares back and a pseudo staring contest begins before the oldest girl, Riley, breaks the tension.

“Why're you so mad all the time?” The question barely makes it`s way out around a mouthful of cereal.

“I'm not mad.”

“Your face looks mad.”

Before he can respond to the observation the younger of the two, Olivia, pipes up with “Where`s Uncle Carwood?”

“He had to go to work. He'll be back soon, hopefully.”

“Is that why you're mad?” Riley was apparently stuck on this mad thing.

“No, I`m not-”

“Oooo, you lovveeee him!” Olivia`s teasing sets both of them off into a sing song mix of giggles and choruses of “you lovvveeee himmm!”

Ron clears his throat and attempts to distract them from their mildly annoying repetitions.

“Do you want to hear a joke?”

“Okay!” The girls respond in unison and turn their attention to him eagerly.

“Why don't eggs tell each other jokes?”

The girls wait in silence for the answer.

“Because they`d crack each other up.” The punchline earns him some giggles and Ron damn near feels like he's taken a step towards some sort of victory.

“What does a raincloud wear under her dress? Thunderwear.”

Another burst of laughter, followed by demands for another joke so Ron keeps them coming.

“What do you call a train carrying bubblegum? A chew-chew train.”

“What's the world's saddest pizza? Pepperlonely.”

“How does a rancher keep track of his cattle? A cow-culater.”

Squeals of delight and high-pitched laughs fill the air and Ron feels like he's won something important - what that important something is, he's not sure but damn it, he's won.

And when Carwood comes home nearly an hour later and finds the three of them gathered at the table telling jokes, happy as can be? Well, it isn't what he expected but the way his heart soars at the sight, he feels like he's just won something too.

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jovialyouthmusic · 5 years

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Interlude to Protect and Serve

Word Count 1126

A/N Just a bit of silliness to follow the idea of the characters in P&S being self aware.

Warnings - nothing explicit but sexiness is an issue.

Location - Applewood Manor, after the relevant scenes there.

MAW (our middle age writer) screwed the plotline up a little, forgetting that the Hunt came before the scene with Tariq in Riley’s bedroom. All the characters have returned from their ride, while Bastien and Sophia (Mr B and Miss S) stayed behind and did unspeakable things in their private suite, unheard and unseen, and for some reason a new desk has been ordered for Bastien’s office.

There is some concern, as MAW hasn’t called on the characters for some days. They gather in the Ballroom, all talking at once, confused and concerned. Drake takes it upon himself to take charge, as MAW sometimes meets with him in person, though her new found obsession with Mr B has meant he’s seen a lot less of her. He jumps up on a table and bids everyone silence

Drake Okay everyone, settle down. There’s no need to be concerned, things are great!

A snigger runs through the assembly and Prince Liam points at the t shirt he’s wearing, which has Drake’s face and ‘Things are Great!’ printed on the front

Drake That’s not even funny any more Liam, grow up

Liam (muttering) Max is laughing

Drake and your point is…

Liam scowls and shuts up. Maxwell looks hurt and leaves the room

Olivia Who died and made you boss anyway?

Constantine Yes, I think it should be me making the announcements

Drake Well, speaking as the person who’s had most contact with our esteemed writer…

A ripple of laughter runs through the company, and Drake scowls

Drake Yes well, I’m her companion when she visits our virtual realm, and we’ve gotten very close. I know she’s written more about Bastien lately – but I’m still in the picture, and her fic with Lucy and Brad still features me prominently.

Liam I don’t know what made her call me Brad in that one, Liam is a perfectly good name – very regal…or, you know, someone could call me L i am – you know like Will i am, very contemporary…

Drake (ignoring Liam) Look, I’ve managed to hack into some of her stuff – you know how we’re all here because of all the talented writers who uh – ‘play’ with us.

He pauses to make air quotes. Everyone surprisingly waits for him to go on

Drake Well, I get written about so much, I can sometimes see other things that she posts.

A chorus of ‘oooo’s go around the room, and they crowd forward asking him questions. They all want to know about their overlords and what storylines they might be plotting out.

Drake Hold on, hold on, you all know when they post what’s going to happen, I don’t have a magic mirror.

He turns to Bastien and Sophia

Drake You two should be more careful, she’s beginning to realise you’re still at it like rabbits even though she’s writing fluffy scenes for you.

Sophia blushes, but Bastien puffs out his chest and nods with a pompous grin on his face.

Drake If she ever finds out you’re not as well endowed as she’d like you to be…

Sophia Hey, it does the job, I’m not complaining. He’s my Sea God. If he was that well endowed he’d destroy me!

She gazes as Bastien lovingly, and he puts his arm protectively around her shoulder. Olivia mimes gagging

Olivia Give it a rest you two. I know you’ve been in my room – Bas, I want that pair of red silk camiknickers back.

Sophia Bas! You said you wouldn’t. You’ve got me now, why would you want anyone else’s panties?

Bas goes pale

Bastien What? How – it wasn’t me, I swear! I have my goddess, why would I?

Sophia Bas, you are unbelievable – in fact you are quite literally a jerk…

She storms off out of the ballroom and Bastien pursues her

Bastien Wait – Sophia please, it wasn’t me – come back…

Everyone turns to watch them leave, then look back to Drake

Drake Okay, well, what I called you all to say is – she’s taking a little break. She’s got a lot on her plate right now and it may be a week or two before she’s writing properly again. She’s not stopping altogether but it will be difficult.

Everyone starts talking at once

Drake Calm down, we can do whatever the hell we like while she’s gone. I know it’s not Ramsford, but she won’t know if we have a gigantic party. You know they only see what they want to see…

There is a commotion by the door and Bastien re-enters, leading Maxwell by the ear. He stops in front of Olivia. Sophia follows them, a look of thunder on her face

Bastien Maxwell, tell Olivia where I just found you

Maxwell Ouch, leggo! Okay okay, I was in Olivia’s room, what’s the big deal?

Bastien The big deal is what you were doing, and what you are wearing. Pants off if you please, master Beaumont.

Maxwell Have you lost your mind? In front of everybody?

Bastien You know very well why. I will personally catch and pluck every peacock at Ramsford if you don’t comply RIGHT NOW

Maxwell (gasping) You wouldn’t!

Bastien Bessie will most definitely be first…

Maxwell You fiend!

He drops his pants in front of everyone to reveal – red silk camiknickers. Olivia gasps loudest of all

Olivia Maxwell! You pervert!

Maxwell But they’re so – silky…

Sophia Bas – how could I ever doubt you – I love you!

Bastien Sophia – you never said – oh my darling, I love you too!

The two lovers embrace and kiss – and Bastien starts to sneak his hand under Sophia’s dress

Sophia Oh Bastien my Sea God – Take me now!

Olivia Dear God – they’re at it again! They’ll have screwed each other silly by the time MAW comes back…

Riley Nobody’s reading right now – I call orgy! Drake, Liam – come over here and ravish me on the table!

Drake You don’t have to ask me twice…

Constantine Regina my darling, let’s withdraw, there is a shocking lack of decorum in this room

Regina Constantine my stallion – lead me to the bedroom. We can still perform like we’re young again…

Liam I think I’ve gone off the idea…

Drake Suits me fine, Liam. Brace yourself Brookes, I’m coming in.

Maxwell Hey Livvy, how’d you like to get your knickers back? I’ll take them off for a blowjob

Olivia How about I cut your…

Maxwell runs… All around people are pairing off – some sneaking off to various bedrooms, some pulling the tablecloths and carefully set cutlery and place settings onto the floor, or sneaking behind the curtains. All is chaos, while MAW obliviously clears and cleans the house for her RL guests…

@stopforamoment @sirbeepsalot @bobasheebaby @cora-nova @drakeandcamilleofvaltoria @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @lolablackwrites @burnsoslow @dcbbw @bbrandy2002 @katedrakeohd @hopefulmoonobject @emceesynonymroll @nomadics-stuff @pedudley @debramcg1106 @mfackenthal @innerpostmentality @pug-bitch @ritachacha

#protect and serve #fanfiction #royal romance fanfic #drake fanfic #bastien lykel #sophia x bastien

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thedepthsremember · 6 years

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TRR 3.21: “Taken” aka ten minutes before this chapter dropped I woke up abruptly so I was shaky from adrenaline LET'S DO THIS

Ahhhh we're starting off with the SAD MUSIC oh boy :(

Ah yes. We are definitely kidnapped. IF Y'ALL HURT MAXWELL I AM BURNING YOU TO THE GROUND

This place is giving me flashbacks to the dungeons in Dragon Age: Origins. Where’s my dumbass buddy Jowan? god I really have a type huh

Wassup, Anton? Oooo he got a new outfit! He kinda looks like a priest with my glasses off.

I'm gonna put my glasses on.

My skin crawls hearing him describe Olivia as his wife. Olivia agrees and threatens dismemberment. Stab him, STAB HIM GIRL

The people love me, he can't make me a martyr and expect the people to just go with it.

He disregards this. But he honestly likes Riley, which I guess is...….. nice... But not worth much since he’s still trying to murder her and everyone she cares about. :////

Also hurts to hear him say that in front of Maxwell who honestly liked Justin. :/ Maxwell just kinda. quietly sad in his corner.

Liam's coming for us, and sounds like they've got Gladys locked up, now that she's done playing her part. Oh dear. I’m betting diamond choice for if we get her out or not.

Wassup Claudius. So this is the SOB who shot Drake (and almost me).

As a Hufflepuff and admittedly a bit removed from the situation, I remain more offended that he shot my friend than me. Riley doesn't share my feelings and is still rather personally offended.

Sure, remove your mask from your face so I can punch it.

Oh he's older than I thought he’d be. Hello jerk Zaeed.

Do I defend Drake or do I insult his dumb face. Ughhh fine I'll be slightly more mature, I bet it’s cooler anyway. [it is]

Yep. Here's what this whole story comes down to. Are Liam's emotions his strength that's going to make him the King who’s right for Cordonia, or a weakness that'll doom us all?

If you have any doubt, you haven’t been following along. (But it’s fun to worry about it anyway.)

Claude: *calls Olivia a shrew*

SHREW?? SHREW MOTHERUFCKER ESCUSE ME I am about to rip myself free from these ropes and scratch out your eyes.

Ooo TCATF reference~ (this is like the only one I’m going to catch, I’m only 2 chapters in)

Olivia’s trauma conga line continues. :( God, it hurts me to think about how she grew up trying to live up to her name and her parents’ legacy, and of course loving them and wanting to know more about them... and now the more she finds out about it the more it only hurts her.

Way back in chapter 10, if you ask Olivia’s aunt what Olivia’s parents were like:

Sorry I just had to drag someone down that road with me to know what I was thinking about when...….

OLIVIA CALLED ME HER FRIEND. HER ONLY FRIEND. (sorry Liam you're out I'M IN) I'M HONESTLY CRYING HARDER THAN FOR THE WEDDING.

ahhhhhh, she’s just come so far.

Anton gets in close to gloat. Idiot is in HEADBUTTING RANGE and I am TAKING IT.

DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH MAXWELL DON'T YOU DARE

THEY KNOCKED HIM OUT. OLIVIA FIND ME A SWORD, NOTHING WILL SAVE ANY OF YOU NOW.

They leave us alone. Olivia says this isn’t how she expected the evening to end. Considering it is Riley’s wedding day, I have to say she had a fairly different idea of how she wanted this night to go as well.

Yes Olivia, mediate on the image of PUNCHING ANTON'S STUPID FACE in a nice lovely field with a breeze. :) :) :) ahhh. relaxing.

(If you panic instead, MC cries that they’ll never kiss their LI or wear another fancy hat again!!! Olivia is unmoved by our nonsense.)

Riley remembers her Cinderella roots and considers asking the mice for help chewing through the ropes. Dude, you’re trapped with Olivia. In this dress her earrings are knives. I think we'll be okay.

It is possible to mess up the escape real bad and get Olivia stabbed twice before you leave. It is hilarious, but throughout this whole thing my best efforts never got Riley killed. Bummer.

MAXWELL'S OKAY!!! excuse you Olivia, this display of affection is totally necessary, did you not see the soulmate point. The game agrees with me.

Nggghh we have to solve a riddle to get outta here. Or else deadly traps. "The best offense requires a personal touch...” Shield because heraldry? But also like all Nevrakis stuff is stabbing, but here our only option is a sword and not knife. Uhhhhhhhhh ok sword.

Holy shit I did it!

[Even if you mess up and hit all the options, the traps mostly stab at you a bit. Nobody actually dies. Bah.]

But if we did... How awkward. They come down to take us to mock Liam and we’re dead already. ‘mmm yes this is uhhh exactly as planned.’

Hey it's the lighthouse background! NIKOLAI WE'RE COMING FOR YOU Oh wrong book.

GLADYS?!!! Guys it’s Gladys! Wait uh no i’m not happy to see her. She tarnished my Rogue Leader title.

*sighs* ........Guys I am such a fucking sap. I've forgiven her already. It's ok just like, stop using the sad sprite.

THAT’S RIGHT YOU MADE MAXWELL SAD sympathy retracted.

My priorities are so messed up, guys. What even.

*sighs* Ok Gladys, just take us to the weapons.

If she stabs me in the back again, I deserve it at this point.

“Olivia is it just me or does this look like your armory?” Yes guys, it is the Same Background.

Aww Gladys. It’s about what I thought. You got a crap deal and were very foolish and trusting about finding a way out of it. She didn’t even realize she was working for Anton. This was dumb and you're still super fired but I can’t really be mad.

It’s a good look at how wacky nobles with their silly obsessions can actually hurt people without thinking about it. You’re in a position of power, you’ve gotta think about more than yourself.

Looking at the different playthroughs, each of the LIs chooses a different weapon. Maxwell got a fancy knife (it kinda looks like it swings from the handle?? wild). Hana gets the double-bladed sword (hot). Drake picks up a sword (and they mention his duel with Neville). Neat detail.

EYYY Olivia picked the pretty dagger that iirc looks like the one I used to open champagne at the Beaumont Bash :D bestiesssss

....Damn. This means I can’t use it. I personally also prefer either the small stabbables or a bow, but I considering the boutique battle, I guess Riley's style is more swing vigorously. Axe it is! The other ones are too heavy and I’d probably be more likely to hurt myself than someone else honestly.

Riley finds your weaponry expertise hot, Olivia. Maxwell probably does too.

…...Oh my god for a minute I thought Olivia was going to stab Gladys in front of me.

I'm doing what's probably the dumb thing and letting her go to cause a distraction but WHELP. Gotta stay true to my brand. i just wanna trust!!!!

Gladys pulls through and keeps guards away from us! I hope she’s okay. [oh my god wait do we ever find out what happens to her??? Gladys??????]

(If you don’t let her go, you see a guard and accidentally almost stab your friends but there isn’t really danger. boooo)

speaking of friends IT’S DRAAAAKE AND HANAAAAA

MY BUDDIES MY GOOD DUDES ♥__♥ *GRABS BOTH OF THEM AND CRIES*

LIAM YOU BIG.... DUMB.... GRYFFINDOR 😭 He’s gone off BY HIMSELF to stall Anton while Hana and Drake try to find us. Clearly none of them trust the king’s guard and who can blame them. but GOD I AM STRESSED.

Anton: 'you want to see the hostages? Well uh I... would too, fuck where are they. Guysssss who was watching the hostages D:'

CLAUDIUS DON'T YOU TOUCH LIAM WITH YOUR FILTHY DRAKE SHOOTING HANDS

Olivia says to wait for the right moment. Uh Olivia is now the moment LIAM'S GONNA GET HIMSELF SHOT

goddddddd he really doesn’t care if he dies as long as it gives us time to get out. L I A M

……… I just realized, if we hadn’t already freed ourselves and Hana and Drake were still looking for us, Liam would’ve definitely gotten himself killed. NO

Oh man Olivia and I vaulting over the banister, weapons in hand, dresses trailing behind us........ What an image 😍

Wh. Why. How could you make me choose who to help WHY I CRY

Ok we're going with Maxwell but if ANY OF THE REST OF YOU ARE DEAD I'M GOING TO BURN CORDONIA TO THE GROUND

“THIS ONE’S FOR RILEY. AND THIS ONE’S ALSO FOR RILEY.” God I love him. I’d be willing to bet that doesn't even change if you're not romancing him either. [I looked it up and it doesn’t! he is so ride or die]

Anytime Riley or Maxwell call each other partner my heart swells and I want to die. ♥

ANTON PULLS A GUN AND MAXWELL JUMPS IN D: Flashbacks to Maxwell being sad he couldn't protect us at the Homecoming ball like Drake did. Noooo baby you don't gotta

Maxwell: [john mulaney voice] THAT’S MY WIFE!

If we get outta here you know he’s doing that all the time.

Riley jumps in AND --- what she doesn’t chop Anton's arm off with her freaking battle axe? i guess she didn’t wanna get too gory while she’s wearing white. i mean. knocking things over on him works too.... i guesssss

Riley: AND STAY DOWN Anton: [immediately gets up] Riley: …..godddd dude learn to listen.

What kind of.... secret fighting dance move nonsense is this :'D

[Drake voice] self defense and dancing aren’t all that different!

Friends team up and talk the goons out of fighting us. Goons sense we are ANGRY and HOPPED UP ON WEDDING CAKE and VENGENCE and are prepared to BITE OUR WAY OUT OF HERE IF NECESSARY.

Fukkin Claudius is still here and Drake …… recognizes his voice or something, I’m guessing.

(dramatic inner monologue about how Drake probably hears that voice in his nightmares when he flashes back to that night... oh no)

Hell yeah DRAKE REVENGE HEADBUTT!!!

Part of me deeply appreciates him being more vengeful for himself (who actually got shot) than me (who got scared but not at all shot). Everyone here cares about me way too much.

WHOA

YOU DO NOT STAB OLIVIA ON MY WEDDING DAY ABSOLUTELY NOT D8

IF YOU CAN BREATHE YOU CAN STAND

AND IF YOU CAN STAND YOU CAN FIGHT

TEARS

(sidenote since I’m pretty sure like. everyone picked that option (and you should it’s hella good), but if you pick “You can’t kill her you need her!” Anton muses that he can just say you did it, and he can get sympathy points from the public for avenging his dead wife. he’s the fucking worst god stab him already Olivia THANKS YOU DID GREAT)

Olivia: “Riley, I’m hurt...” oh god the fact that she’s even admitting that …….. my eyes just won’t stop leaking.

Oh god ALL these one liners are so fucking good AUGHHHH can I just say them all in succession as he's being dragged off????

YOUR PUN LEVEL IS NOTHING AGAINST MAXWELL, FAKE JUSTIN. NOTHINGGGG

~~~~~VICTORY GROUP HUG~~~~~~

Olivia is horrified by this show of affection. Drake, unwilling group hug veteran, comforts her.

This is all very touching but I wonder who Olivia's bleeding on. It had better not be me. We should probably get her medical attention.

HEY LOOK IT'S THE KING’S GUARD late as always.

I think it's all those edits but I cant help interpreting Liam's neutral face as sarcasm now. ‘Yes Bastien. We're here and fine :| So nice of you to show.’

Nah Bastien, screw propriety, you go ahead and yell at your foolish king. You can be his dad now. He at least should’ve had some kind of backup plan.

Honestly I’m thinking Bastien’s gotten so rusty not having to watch out for Leo that sneaking away was probably super simple for Liam.

Whelp, back the party!

Awwww Reginaaaa ;-; Liam YOU JERK IF YOU DIED YOU WOULD HAVE LEFT HER ALL ALONE

Well. Alone with Leo. ...well.

BERTRAND IS HUGGING US BOTH. ON PURPOSE. THIS DAY IS SO BLESSED.

My dog! hi baby!!!!

I am a sucker for every time they pull the “who’s a good boY!!!??” ":o?” “IT’S YOUUU” god I love doggos.

Hell YES THIS IS THE TIME FOR DANCING. It’s called a victory dance for a reason.

Drake just said the words "Maxwell is right." While smiling. what even is this day

We get some pairs interacting!

Penelope and Kiara are always the best :D

neville is like still fukkin here for some reason??? roast him madeline

Regina and Olivia share a nice moment :)

Olivia is still bleeding and annoyed about it. Olivia..... babe........ maybe like....... lie down a bit.............

Team Riley has another sweet moment~~~

Ok this is all very nice but Riley has gotta be getting tired and she still needs to bang Maxwell to within an inch of his life. When is that happening.

FINALLY Madeline comes up like “hey ok I’m resigning my position as your official cockblocker, go, leave.”

girl ARE you serious. Are you. I GOT KIDNAPPED PROBABLY BC YOUR COCKBLOCKING SHENANIGANS WORE MY GUARD DOWN, AND NOW HERE YOU COME ok you know what I'm taking it

Riley: *GRABS MAXWELL AND THROWS HIM OVER HER SHOULDER* BYEEEEEE

Finally alone!!!! bless

You have the option to succumb to giggles or tears or jump in his arms, and while I picked laughter because this whole thing is absurd as hell if you go for tears, he is very comforting and he gets many points for that. ♥

whelp, here they go. (this isn’t going to get detailed, don’t worry/sorry) (lol)

Different music than normal! It's the sexy club track instead of the '😏 yee we're getting busy 😏' ones. I like it! Sets the tone for this very well, it's celebratory! We are well past anyone needing to be seduced. In one option Maxwell jokes he's glad you guys got advance practice in (lol), and the difference here does show. Neither of them are trying to impress each other, this is pure culmination of 'I love you, I want you, we went through hell for this, get over here.'

I appreciate that even though Maxwell likes to be on top, every time he brings them to the floor or here with the couch, he cushions her fall. Sweet as hell.

He's back in his fucking jeans I can't djdjjfjgjgjg

if they’re so determined not to make him one with boxers, at least get one with the fancy pants. It doesn’t even have to be the same fancy pants, just like. try slightly harder.

There's no way I was wearing that bra under that dress.

Ok this recap is going to fade to black here.

...

Maxwell, I know we’ve got to work on your self-esteem, but you can’t give me credit for the sex, it’s a team effort. (and let’s be honest it kinda seems like he does most the work. Not that I’m complaining.)

Maxwell, whilst being adorable, accidentally flings his ring off and freaks out. Don’t even worry about it man, do you know how many rings I’ve just left on sinks in public bathrooms? I was happy with the dang twig

.............he got

he got us ROSES im

Mmdmmfmdn

this almost makes up for that dirty trick they pulled on us at the beginning of book 2.

Did

Write us a poem???

Flowers and champagne and mood lighting... babe it’s like you're about to propose all over again.

ok it was not a poem but it was...……………...very good and destroyed me

G o o d b y e I love him so much

I want to physically fight the entire Cordonian court for making him think he wasn’t worth it.

The amount of self-depreciating things he says with a smile on his face is.... unacceptable.

Luckily he has Riley now and she’s damn well going to spend the rest of her days helping him build up that confidence he deserves.

this entire scene is my cause of death. it’s been an honor and a privilege.

♥♥♥

♥♥

♥

actually

speaking of

the logical part of my mind felt like 3 books was a good place to bring the story to completion, but now that it’s becoming a reality...……… I’m not ready. :(

#trr #the royal romance #playchoices #maxwell beaumont #olivia nevrakis #riley brooks #v plays trr #v plays choices #v recap #this is absolutely the wrong time to post this but I want it out of my drafts

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rilesandlucas · 7 years

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BYE|one exception au| rucas week

ONE EXCEPTION AU!! Girl meets goodbye. What if Lucas and Riley went outside to Topanga's then left before Maya came!! This is gonna be a hard to do for 3000 words so it's gonna draggggg. 'Can we go to the bay window ?' Lucas hesitantly asked Riley who was leaning on his shoulder. Riley thought about all her friends inside for a moment, and then she thought about the fact that she was loosing him. Someone that she thought she might even love. She nodded eagerly and he stood up offering his hand, Riley happily took it and followed his lead. They walked hand in hand onto the street and Riley lankily walked along. Lucas laughed at her dorky behaviour and absorbed her behaviour. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew that he was going to absorb anything he could. Even if she didn't leave he would still have the thought of her all the time, and he didn't mind that one little bit. 'No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.' Riley spoke out of no where and Lucas smiled brightly. 'Eleanor Roosevelt, I think.' Lucas replied. It was a game he and Riley always played, they would say a quote and the other one would say who it was. Usually it would be something memorable and meaningful but sometimes it would be a cartoon quote. It kind of depended on their mood. 'I was gonna say princess diaries but they mentioned her there I think.' Riley joked and Lucas rolled his eyes, that stupid movie that Riley always wanted to watch. He didn't really mind because it reminded Lucas of the fact that Riley was a princess, and anything Riley liked he liked as well. 'You should always remember that Lucas. Don't let people get you down so easy.' She queered stopping and looking up at his green orbs. He stared back down at her brown round eyes and leaned in pecking her lips and then pulling away smiling at him. 'Hey my foot didn't pop.' Riley joked hitting his stomach. Lucas rolled his eyes and kissed her again more passionately. Just as Riley went to move her foot up Lucas moved his foot up and Riley pulled away bursting out into a fit of laughter. Riley couldn't stop laughing so she had to crouch down onto the pavement to try restrain herself. Lucas didn't even care about the people passing by he just pulled out his phone and took a photo and started videoing. Memories become blurry but pictures and videos would never leave, they would never become blurry. Well they might be kinda blurry on his iPhone 5 but he brushed that aside. Riley gave him a death glare and finally composed herself. She stood up and sped up in front of Lucas. Lucas chased Riley down towards her house for two blocks until he finally caught up to her. He grabbed her tall frame and pushed her towards himself. They both huffed and puffed trying to catch their breathe and Lucas lessened his hold a little. 'Riley Remind me to get those long legs shortened. No one should be able to run so fast. That is ridiculous.' Lucas said in a mockingly formal voice as they continue to walk along. Riley's fire escape came in sight and she held her hand up to Lucas chest to stop him. 'Race to my bay window.' Riley threatened and Lucas got down into a sprinting position. 'Does that include the stair climb.' Lucas smirked and Riley stretched her arms. 'Does that include the stair climb. You've seen Maya and I do this billions of times. Of course it includes the stair climb.' She exasperated and reached down into position. 'In 3, 2.' Riley yelled and ran off. Lucas started sprinting caught off guard and raised his hands at his head start. They both reached the stairs at practically the same time. One final stare off and They raced up the stairs. Riley shoved Lucas a little on the second stair and continued her climb up the stairs. She dived into her bay window hitting her head slightly on the fall through. She had no time to care though as she stood up spinning around in victory. She threw her hands up in the air and cheered as Lucas slumped through the window behind her. 'I win you lose. But I have got a big bruise.' She cheered wincing slightly from her head pain. Lucas jumped onto her bed and hit her with a pillow. 'You totally cheated.' He groaned like a child. Riley hit him back with a pillow before prancing into her bathroom and grabbing a bandaid and a panadol. 'Hey. I never said the game had to be fair did I.' She shrugged and Lucas hid under her covers. Riley quickly darted out of the room only feeling slightly dizzy, she pulled the chocolate out of the fridge and the packet popcorn out of the cupboard. She mushed the popcorn, then popped it in the microwave and started cutting up the chocolate. She never understood why she put chocolate in the fridge and not the cupboard. In reality though she didn't understand a lot of things. She finished cutting up the pieces and folded the wrapping over the left overs and placed it back in the fridge. She heard the popping of the popcorn slow and she turned off her microwave, waiting a few moments for it to cool down she pulled it out, opened it and placed the chocolate in, then she got the sticky tape, sealed it and put it in for 10 more seconds. It had become so custom for her and Lucas to make this she barely had to think about what she was doing, it was like muscle memory but not. So essentially it was just, memory. She heard the final beep and ran back into the room, she sat beside Lucas who was already waiting for her at the bay window and placed the popcorn in between them. 'So.' She hummed and Lucas turned towards her. 'So.' Lucas mocked and Riley laughed lightly. 'As much as I want to explore the world. I don't want London, yet. I want to go with you, Maya, Zay, Farkle, smackle.' She sighed tears welling up in her eyes. She looked down in embarrassment and rubbed her knees. Lucas pulled her closer to him and kissed her temple. 'Sometimes that's just how things are. Things don't go as planned. I think it means something.' Lucas ranted and Riley stared at his eyes. 'That's the way it's gonna be little darling. Well go riding on the horses yeah yeah.' Riley sung and Lucas pulled her in a little tighter once again. 'Was that the horses by UGHH Daryl Braithwaite.' Lucas thought and Riley nodded eagerly. 'He's a wise man.' Riley nudged him in the chest. 'We were having a serious discussion.' Lucas nudged her back his eyebrows raising. 'Yes yes sorry.' Riley seriously said in a basic tone. 'How do you feel about it.' Riley questioned and Lucas looked away slightly. Riley caught onto what he was doing and pulled his back to face hers again. 'You can't ignore your feelings. You can't ignore everything Lucas. I'm your first girlfriend, this is all new, we need to be open and honest with each other.' Riley soothed lightly and rubbed his shoulder. 'I don't want to have to say goodbye. ' he cried and leaned into Riley's shoulder. He healed as many tears as he could but some crept through. Riley didn't mind one bit what was happening, she knew that stereotypes would eventually fail and equality would prevail. 'Lucas you might not even have to.' 'I know that change is good and all. But I don't know if I can keep my anger and stress under wraps without you. Even when we weren't together , even when we were in that God forsaken triangle. You were still and always will be my calming influence. I don't know if I'll be calmed if you're half way across the world. You'll make new friends and I don't want to hold you back from that at all. Princess, I want you to run this world and I don't want to hold you back from that.' He cried lightly and fumbled with his hands. Riley stared at the flowers outside the window. The rosy red blaring back at her. 'Lucas. I don't know what will become of us. How long we will last. All I know is, right now I don't want this to end so soon. I mean do you. I like New York. New York is my home and my life. Everything I have is here, taking me to London is holding me back from growing. My mum was forced to move to Pittsburgh when she was younger, she came back when for my dad. I don't see what is stopping me from doing that. For Maya, for you, for my life. This, this place is my environment. Lucas the Matthews do not do change.' She pleaded frustrated. She threw her hands in the air and groaned moving her head into her lap. 'Woah. I don't know if I like this Riley. Well that's a lie I like every Riley I just don't know if I like seeing you upset.' Lucas rambled and Riley had already moved over to her bed and grabbed one of her stuffed bears. Lucas glided over to the bed and moved next to her. 'You know why don't we just take advantage of the time we do have, well not knowing, right now the situation is Schrödinger's cat. You are neither leaving or staying, it's both, yeah don't think about it to much it will hurt your brain. Anyway let's reminisce on all the memories we do have.' Lucas offered and Riley smiled thinking of all the memories they have together. 'Well there was that time I fell on your lap on the subway.' Riley teased and Lucas smiled taking it back to when things were easier. 'Yes yes. I remember that. What about when we connected at the library.' 'Oooo yes of course and skip forward to the end of middle school. When I realised the world didn't revolve around me, but you knew this.' She grunted. 'When you found out about my past in Texas but you sill supported me.' He wrapped his arms around her and she sniffled into him. 'Also when you snuck out and didn't take me with you.' He said acting offended. 'Oh like you would've wanted to come mr perfect.' 'Says the Mrs perfect.' Lucas retorted and Riley moved away from him. 'And then remember the triangle.' Riley spoke smirking slightly. 'I remember Maya not knowing who she was. I am aware of what triangle is as a shape. I don't know this triangle you speak of though. ' Lucas dead panned. 'Oh yes if we ignore it, it did not happen. One of my favourites.' Riley seethed. 'And my favourite memory of all. When I chose you and you chose me too.' Lucas romanticised his eyebrow raising. 'I hate to agree but that is one of my favourite memories too.' She whispered leaning in it kiss him on the lips. Just as they were millimetres away from each other the door burst open. 'Riley. Where did you go! I thought you had been kidnapped, or died, or---. Oh sorry to interrupt.' Maya yelled and slowly started backing out of the room. Lucas sighed and moved towards the window, he knew that Maya was Riley's extraordinary relationship. If you see an amazing relationship you do not ruin it, you keep it. 'No it's ok Maya I was just leaving. Riley I bid you, goodbye.' He croaked his voice cracking on the last note. Before anyone could protest he shuffled his way out the window leaving the two girls in the dust. After a small moment of silence Maya turned to Riley and said. 'Well I need an explanation for that.' -------------------------- 'This store is my bay window. We aren't moving to London.' Topanga spoke and Riley pulled Maya into a massive hug. The rest of the family followed along and hugged Riley back. It clicked in Riley's mind that she wasn't going and she wriggled her way out of the group hug. She ran towards the door and saw everyone looking at her in confusion. She stopped slightly and turned around, she faced the stares she was getting form everyone and took one final breathe before speaking. 'May I be excused. Please please please.' She jumped up and down excitedly and mr Matthews huffed stomping his foot. By sheer coincidence his foot hit Topanga's and she turned to him giving him a death glare. 'Go sweetie, go get married do what the kids do. I will just be here, supporting you along side my oh so gorgeous wife. Wow isn't she just radiantly intelligent and wow just wow.' Mr Matthews blurted very scared. Before he could back out Riley darted out of the bakery. On the way out she heard a faint 'go get Lucas' but she was too determined on her journey. She raced down the busy New York streets running into someone every couple of seconds but no one could stop her. After three blocks of racing she finally arrived at Lucas house. She raced up the 4 steps to his house and calmed herself before knocking on his door. She anxiously waited outside his door, her foot tapping upside down and hitting the wooden balcony. After a few moments the door swung open and Lucas' radiant mother stood before her. Her hair bounced up and down and she beamed seeing the young girl at her doorstep. Riley pulled her in for a quick hug before releasing her and moving around her. 'Hi Mrs friar. I really have to see Lucas, I would love to chat later though.' Riley rambled and mr friar release her and laughed at the excited girl. She made her way towards the kitchen to get them some snacks as Riley darted up the stairs. She swung his door open and Lucas' poked his head up hearing his door open. 'Mum I told you to kno-Riley.' He gasped and Riley smiled tears creeping down her face. She sprinted over to Lucas bed and jumped on his torso enveloping him in a Massive hug. Lucas happily accepted her embrace and hugged back tightly. 'Riley what are you doing here.' He mumbled into her shoulder. She shivered at his embrace and inhaled his scent. Her eyes were shut and she just took him all in. Lucas took her silence as a bad thing and instantly pulled away to look at her. 'Oh no you're leaving aren't you. Well it's ok I talked this over with Zay and Farkle. We can work it out, we can FaceTime and text and we won't date cause that's a lot of pressure you know even in the same place. But we will be good friends and then when college comes you can decide where to go and I'll follow you. Zay says England cause you can drink there at 18 but America is pretty cool as well. This doesn't have to hinder our friendship at all, it will just make it stronger if anything. If it makes you feel better. I will not date until you are at least able to come back there. Is no need for running away we can work this out together.' Lucas continued and Riley had tried Several times to interrupt him, about halfway through she realised that it was very entertaining. She just left him he go continue his rant. Lucas noticed that she wasn't listening and creased his eyebrows. 'Why aren't you taking this seriously.' Lucas bellowed and Riley couldn't help but laugh. 'Riley why are you laughing do you not care. Just before you were so upset I mean I'm happy you'll be happy but are we not even good enough-' he started but Riley pinched his lips with her fingers. 'Lucas. Lucas. I am loving this whole thing but please hush hush hush. We do not have time for this.' She hushed and Lucas tilted his head. 'Do not have time for what. Are you leaving now?' He yelled standing up and pacing around his room. 'You know Lucas. We used to be very good at this communication thing. Us talking is your favourite thing in the world. Usually a conversation involves two people.' Riley calmly spoke and Lucas stopped pacing and looked at her. 'You're right. You're really really right. I am being so so so so so and a thousand more so's selfish. You speak.' He rushed and Riley grabbed his hand and pulled him down. 'First breathe a little. And second, I just got back from talking with my family. She made a very big decision. Lucas we are not leaving. We are staying her in New York. My mum wants to continue running her bakery and I want to stay here anyway.' Riley happily cheered and Lucas got up off his bed, opened his window and screamed. 'Thank you God. You finally heard me bro.' He screeched and Riley giggled. 'Ok so that whole stress rant before ya know yeah. No need to mind that one bit. Just ignore that and me of course. I am really happy you're staying Riley.' He whispered and moved towards her. 'I whispered underneath my breathe, but you heard it, darling you look perfect, tonight.' He sung slightly and Riley perked up that. 'That is Ed Sheeran I believe young sir.' 'Yep one of my favourites. I can't wait to tell you a thousand more quotes, in real life right now.' Lucas honestly spoke and kissed her hand elegantly. 'There is one quote I'd like to tell you though. It is my favourite.' Riley asked hopefully. Lucas lowly nodded his head and Riley proceeded. 'I choose you, and I really want you to choose me.' She choked and Lucas breathed in. 'I do.' A/n BAM BITCHES

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