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My Fictional Secret Admirer - Part 1 of That Damned Pikashaw Series

Secret Santa gift for Sakurras on a MLQC Discord I’m a part of.

Pairing: Gavin x MC, side of Minor x Willow

Warning: potty mouth/pervert Shaw, Sassy MC, little shit Zappy

Summary: Argh a certain someone is moving slower than an ice berg on a cold day. You voice your frustration to your gal pals, but a certain brat happens to overhear. He somehow convinces (ropes) you into pranking Gavin big time.

#mlqc #mlqc mc #mlqc gavin #mlqc bai qi #mlqc haku #mlqc shaw #pokemon #zapdos #Zappy #sibling complexes #brotherly love #little shit Shaw #naive MC

tomochii-chan

🎄Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays~!🎄 From the MLQC boys & MC

Feel free to use the twitter banner! All I ask is for credits c: I think you can use them for tumblr too? I’m not sure about the size here haha

I actually had Gavin, Kiro, Vic, and Luci’s line arts done since.. last year LOL. I just never finished coloring them cause it was well past Christmas so I thought there was no point ahah. Shaw was added in today c: The references I used only had 4 pics to use lol.

chibienvychan03

My fave MLQC artist never disappoints me. <3

So very cute and IC too. Much appreciation for giving us this wonderful gift and letting people use it.

It’s Valentine’s Day?

Pairing: Victor x female MC

Warning: lots of fluff and sassy MC

Summary: Given the amount of work you’ve received, the days blur into each other and you can’t believe you’ve forgotten about Valentine’s Day. You had planned on skipping it, but something changes your mind.

Gift fic for @otome0heart. Happy holidays!

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A MC Surprise

Since you’ve been taking care of his plants while he’s away on missions, he’s given you a key to his place. Not even Minor or Eli have that privilege. He trusts you to be in his sanctuary. Trusts you to not be too curious and go through his stuff unlike a certain person who shall be nameless but somehow they’re still friends… No, it’s not Eli.

Thanks to having a friendship with Eli, you have an ally willing to help you within reason. He has informed you they’ve been working on a case, and that is why Gavin hasn’t been at his home or contacting you lately. It’s an urgent and confidential mission so you understand when Eli can’t give you the specifics of it though he tells you the hardest and most dangerous part has been finished. They’re wrapping things up.

Since Gavin has been working hard, you decide to put your culinary lessons to good use and make him a home made meal… using his own kitchen. Considering the last time you visited, you stop by the grocery store before you head over to his place. You thank whatever deity there’s a market close to his place as you don’t think you can carry it the entire way there, and you want to keep this a surprise. Eli will warn you when he can’t stop Gavin from heading back to his place.

Seeing as he trusts you, you ensure you don’t lose the keys by having it hang on a necklace around your neck. You use it to unlock the door. Inside two birds greet you from their respective cages. After you close and lock the door, you head over to their cages to pet each of them. Pearly coos at you while Zappy, being the little imp they are, insists on being scritches. You decide to humor them and give them a few scritches, however, Pearly is feeling left out so you give him some too.

Once you decide they’ve had enough, you head into the kitchen and start emptying your bags. You sort them according to the dishes. Anything that needs to be kept chilled is placed in the fridge until you’re ready to use them. However, something catches your attention.

“Zappy!” You sigh as they’re poking their head into the bag, being very curious. “How did you get out of your cage?” Is Pearly still in his cage? You take a risk and check. At least you only have to worry about one escaped bird.

“Let’s get you back.”

Zappy gives you those incredibly cute birdy eyes which melts your heart. “Fine. You can stay, but you better be on good behavior.”

It seems Zappy understands you, making you wonder how much they understand. That’s for another time when you have time. Better start cooking before he comes home. You want him to come home to a fully cooked home-made dinner.

With everything organized, you start preparing the vegetable starting with carrots. You move onto the next vegetable. As you’re chopping it, you notice Zappy entertaining themselves by playing with the carrot peels. “You silly bird.” When you pick up a new vegetable, they become interested in it and then goes back to playing with the peels when their curiosity has been satisfied.

Soup, curry, duck, rice, and a dessert. While you’re standing behind the stove stirring the soup, Zappy uses your shoulder as a perch to get a better view. They snuggle against your neck to which you pet them. At least they aren’t making a mess and just want to watch what you’re doing.

Time flies by. Soon Zappy is chirping up a storm. You wonder what has their feathers ruffled before remembering Eli promised to text you when Gavin leaves work. You race over to your phone, which is charging. There are over half a dozen texts. It hits you. You have left it on vibrate as earlier you’ve been on scene doing a shoot.

With Zappy being this chirpy, it must mean Gavin has arrived. You peek out the window to find him parking Sparky. Hurrying over to your cooking, you attempt to finish it and hopefully you can get it on the table before he opens the door. In your haste, you don’t notice Zappy jumping off your shoulder to assist you by somehow dragging out the necessary silverware and plates.

After triple checking to make sure they’re done, you’re ready to set the table. That is when you noticed the table already set. You glance over to Zappy who appears to have that smug look… if birds can have one. “I’ll give your reward later on.” They don’t give you any trouble when you put them back into their cage.

Soon enough, you hear the key being inserted and the lock being unlocked. You race back into the kitchen to pretend you’re not there, however, the smell of dinner is a dead giveaway. Not to mention, you’re wearing the ginkgo bracelet.

“Something smells good,” Gavin comments as he enters. He’s wearing a huge smile, knowing you’re already there and have prepared him a dinner that he never saw coming. “What’s the occasion?”

You leave his kitchen. “It’s your reward for all your hard work.”

Gavin hangs up his coat before embracing you. “Thank you. But I don’t want to trouble you.”

“How many times must I tell you, you’re no trouble at all, and I wanted to do this,” you mumble against his broad, muscular chest. “You give so selflessly. Why can’t I give you something in return?” You puff your cheeks and pout.

Gavin chuckles. “You can, and I appreciate everything you do.”

“Now go wash up.” You shoo him away so you can finish by doing the final touches.

Humoring you, Gavin heads to his bedroom to get some casual clothes. A couple minutes later, a shower can be heard.

You squash any naughty thoughts especially ones where water runs down those muscles. Oh great. Better busy yourself before your mind heads in that direction. You place your creations on the table, making sure to give yourself the less spicy curry. When you’re cooking, you make two, one for yourself and one for him. You don’t know how he can withstand such spicy food.

“Maybe it’s because he’s hot.”

“Who’s hot?”

Gavin’s sudden appearance startles you almost causing you to drop the soup. He manages to catch both you and the soup you’ve worked hard to cook. “Sorry.”

As soon as you calm yourself, you give him a playful slap on his upper arm. “Are you part ninja? I didn’t hear you coming.”

“Um… no, I can make more noise if you like.” You assure him you’re fine either way. Then Gavin goes back to his original question. “Who is hot?” The way he says it sounds like he wants to give a beating to whoever you think is hot.

You decide to tease him a little for nearly giving you a heart attack. “Someone we both know. He’s kind and gentle. Helps me and everyone else. Often neglecting himself.”

Gavin’s frown becomes more and more prominent as you gush over this person who he doesn’t know as himself. “…. As long as he treats you well.”

“Yes, he treats me well, and I hope one day he will have the courage to ask me on a date.” You bat your eyes at him.

“If he doesn’t, then he doesn’t know what’s he’s missing out. You’re a good catch.” Gavin pauses. “I’ll beat him up if makes you cry.”

You press yourself against him. “Does that mean you’ll beat yourself up?”

“Yes, I will…” It dawns on him who you’re referring to. “Ahem, would you… Um… Can I? Crap, this sounds a lot better in my head.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I’d love to go on a date with you.” You answer his unasked question.

The brightest smile graces his face as he lovingly looks at you. “Thank you.” It seems he can stare at you for a long time without being bored.

Your stomach has other things in mind. You blush. “Before dinner gets cold.”

“Of course, can’t let your efforts go to waste. I bet it tastes great,” Gavin comments you on your cooking before he even has a bite.

Typical of him. You usher him to his usual seat. “Let me know if it’s not spicy enough.”

“You didn’t try it?”

You give him that look. “You know I can’t handle spicy.”

Gavin blushes big time as he recalls your lack of tolerance for spicy. He’s about to tell you to not to make it spicy for him when you cut him off.

Pointing the serving spoon at him, you prepare to give him a piece of your mind. “You’ve always made sure I enjoy my meals. Why can’t I do the same for you?”

“Ahem… okay.” Gavin holds up his hands in surrender. He wants to make you happy, but if making him happy makes you happy, then so be it. “Let’s dig in.”

“Right.”

The two of you enjoy the meal you’ve painstakingly cooked. Thanks to your friend, your knife skills have improved to the point of you not cutting yourself at all. You talk about what you’ve been up to lately, the latest movies, songs, and whatever crosses either of your minds.

Then you bring out desserts. “I hope you’ve made space for this.” You made sure to make it not too sweet.

“Of course.” Gavin thoroughly enjoys the piece you’ve given him. “It’s the best fruit tart I’ve tasted.”

Your blush will make a tomato green with envy. “I just followed the recipe. Nothing special about it.”

“It’s special because you made it,” Gavin says in between bites.

“Just finish your dessert.” Could you get any redder? You have a feeling the answer is yes, and Gavin isn’t even trying. He’s being his honest and genuine self.

“As you wish.” Gavin finishes his dessert according to your wishes. When you eat yours, he picks up the used plates. Before you can object, he refuses to let you do any of the washing. “Since you cooked dinner, I’ll wash the dishes. You can play with the birds.”

Okay. It’s been awhile since you’ve really played with them. You head over to where their cages are only to find Zappy has escaped his cage again… “You little escape artist.” You open Pearly’s cage, allowing him to fly out and onto your shoulder. Soon Zappy is on your other shoulder. The two snuggle against you, chirping in content. You sit down before you give them scritches. They love the attention you’re showering on them.

Minutes later, Gavin joins you and the birds. Did he just take a picture of you? You stare at his cell phone which is in his hands. “This picture is for my eyes only… and yours.”

Phew. You hope you look good in it given his photography skills. “Do you know you have a little escape artist here?”

“Zappy broke out again? I swore I put a better lock on his cage.” Gavin turns his attention to the cage. You both look at this bird, wondering how they escape no matter what Gavin tries.

“Apparently you need to do better,” you chuckle as you pat the empty space next to you on the sofa.

He complies with your wishes and sits next to you. However, neither birds budge from their perches on your shoulder. Gavin isn’t annoyed as he knows the birds love you too, just not that way. He doesn’t blame them. After all, you’re kind and generous. It helps you sometimes spoil the two whenever you’re there or take care of them.

“Indeed. You want to watch a movie?”

You shake your head. “It’s been a long time since we’ve chatted. I want to catch up.”

“Didn’t we do that over dinner?” Gavin appears to be confused. When you puff up your cheeks, he realizes his mistake and profusely apologizes.

“I want to get to know you better,” you say as you lean on him, being mindful of Zappy who’s on your right shoulder.

“What would you like to know?”

You giggle. “Part of the fun is finding out without asking directly.” He gives you that confused look. “Find out through conversation. Let it happen naturally.”

“Oh okay. It’s about the journey, not the destination.” Gavin is now on board. You’re on the same page. “So what shall we start with?”

You start off with a random subject.

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MC Learns How to Cook

No way. No how. It just could not be. You followed the recipe exactly. No short cuts. No substitutions. Yet somehow you wound up with this thing… While you would rather not waste food, you were definitely not going to it or gods forbid show it to a certain CEO/chef. You recalled the last time he witnessed your cooking.

Victor takes one look at your latest cooking creation if it could be called one. “… Congratulations. You’ve created a new substance. I’m sure the scientists will be interested in how you managed this.”

At this point, your eye is twitching, and you struggle to fight off the urge to strangle your boss. After all, he’s in charge of your paycheck along with everyone in your company. Think of your poor employees. Must remember them.

“Thanks for your… suggestion. I’ll keep that in mind.” This is the last time you’ll let Victor come over before you’ve finished practicing on whatever dish you’re trying to create. You dump your creation into a container you’ve brought before cleaning up. All the while you’re purposely ignoring a certain person.

Victor sighs a long one. He says something that you pay little attention to as you’re taking out your frustrations on the poor cookware. They won’t clean themselves after all. Once you’re finished and Victor’s kitchen is back to normal, you grab your dish and storm out of there.

Your anger and frustration are completely apparent, and if Victor doesn’t pick up on it, well he may as well be the dummy or blind. As tempting as it is, you somehow manage to refrain from slamming the door shut. No need to owe Victor any more than you already do.

The strange multicolored black lump had to be useful for something. The first thing that came to your mind was paperweight, but it might attract unwanted pests and would probably start rotting. Out of the question. Using it as a weapon? No. First of all Gavin would hear about it, and second you couldn’t think of anyone in your life that warranted such a treatment including Victor. At the same time, you hate wasting what was supposed to be food. Maybe it would make good fertilizer? Surely it wouldn’t kill the plants. If it did… oops?

After taking out your frustration on the black lump, you shove the now pulverized stuff into a container and took it outside your home. You glanced around to make sure no one (or camera) was looking before you deposited your “fertilizer” onto a random bush. The leaves hid the evidence.

Back at home, you went online and searched for available cooking classes. Even if it costs a lot of money, there was no way you were going to him and asking him for lessons. You’re already deep in debt with him. Plus that smug smirk of his even if he looked handsome wearing it. It took awhile to find a good instructor within Loveland, but you found someone who was about to start classes. When you went to register, your jaw dropped at how much, but then again, the classes were small, and they provided everything including the ingredients and apron.

So worth it.

You open your wallet to pay for these classes. If the teacher was anything like the reviews said, you knew this was going to be a great learning experience for you.

On your first day there, you managed to get lost until you ran into another person who was in the same class as you. At least he knew how to get there. The two of you arrived a few minutes ahead of the class starting in spite of you getting lost. Well he didn’t. There was a total of six students. Hence the high costs, but you kept thinking how great it would be to show up Victor… not outdo him, more like show him you could do more than what he anticipated.

Your teacher looked awfully familiar. Had you seen him somewhere? Not recalling where you had seen him frustrated you. Maybe once introductions were done, you’d remember… wait a moment, you recalled reading a name when you signed up. Why couldn’t you pull that information up? It was like your brain needed rebooting.

“My name is Kalvin, and I’ll be your instructor for the next three months,” the guy introduced himself. That was when you realized he had many cooking videos where he showed step by step how to make quite a few dishes. Not that you were his fan or bookmarked his profile on the video website. Nope.

As it turned out, the person who helped you find the place was name Levi. He looked like an expert when handling the knife. You, on the other hand, appeared to be drunk. Your vegetables were lopsided no matter how hard you tried. It was frustrating.

“You’ll hurt yourself that way. It’s better to have a good grip on both the ingredient and your knife.” It was that guy. When you looked over at his station, his vegetables were perfectly cut. He picked up one of your and showed you where to position both your hand and the knife, but he didn’t cut the eggplant. Instead he handed it back to you.

You attempted it and almost cut yourself if it weren’t for his quick reflexes. “Thanks.” On your next attempt, he helped you by moving your hand and knife where they should be in order to not cut yourself. It felt different than what you were used to, however, you managed to cut the eggplant into decent sized pieces. Not as good as certain people though a lot better than when you first started.

Your neighbor gave you a few tips on handling a knife and returned to his station. Maybe the two of you could be friends after this or something. The other students appeared to not be the friendly type as none of them bothered to greet you during the break nor did they help you when you were struggling. At the end of class, you all made a couple edible dishes… at least yours was. When you looked at your classmates, they all looked good… and smelled good too. Sigh.

Once you finished cleaning up your station, you found that guy waiting for you. “It’s not safe for a lady to walk alone at night.”

What a gentleman and caring too. “Thank you for staying… and helping me out.”

The guy shrugged it off. “Everyone has to start somewhere. Myself included. Let’s just say I have a way with knives.”

Something told you that you didn’t want to know what he meant by that. “Whatever it is, you’re an expert with it. Me? I’m clumsy.” You walked alongside him, and he even slowed down his speed to accommodate yours. If only a certain person… then again, it wouldn’t be him and didn’t feel right.

“It takes practice. Trust me I cut myself a lot when I first started.” Ouch. It reminded you of yourself when you first attempted to cook. Needless to say, you now kept a first aid kit and a couple of fire extinguishers in your kitchen.

“Sounds painful.” If he wasn’t there while you practiced outside of class, you knew you’d need those bandages perhaps several.

“Anyways if you want help practicing, let me know. I’m self-employed.” Did he just read your mind?

“Please. I don’t want to look like a fool in front of him.” Your cheeks become a bright red.

“You’re learning how to cook for your boyfriend?” he teased. When you glared at him, he held up his hands. “Sorry. I’ll avoid that landmine.”

You shake your head. “We’re not dating.”

“But you like him, otherwise, you wouldn’t be doing this.” How observant he was! Could this become any more embarrassing?

“How can you tell?” You hesitantly ask.

“Because there’s a guy I like.” Did he just say he liked a guy? “If that bothers you…”

You shake your head. It didn’t bother you at all. “No, I’m just surprised since you know… a lot of people don’t admit it to someone they first meet.”

“This guy doesn’t even know I exist… He is rather selective about what he remembers, and he cares about only one person who isn’t me.” You want to comfort and reassure him, but it’d feel a bit awkward or at least until you get to know each other.

“So you’re hoping to win him over?”

“The guy’s probably straight, and even if he isn’t, I probably don’t stand a chance,” your classmate sighed a long one. “But still his dietary habits are… not good for his profession. It’s physically demanding, and bad eating habits wind up with complications later on in life.”

You began thinking of your own dietary habits and wince. His words were true. If anything, you’d at least learn how to cook healthy for yourself. “When you cook, you can control the salt, sugar, and fat contents.” He nodded his head.

“You forgot it’s cheaper too.”

“Yeah, easy on the wallet.” You two laugh… well his was more of a chuckle. “You want to exchange numbers?” You took out your phone and show it to him.

“Why not?”

After exchanging numbers, you reached the bus stop. You were about to board the bus when he started to walk away. It turned out he didn’t need the bus, but rather wanted to make sure you got on safely. This reminded you a lot of a certain cop, but he was away on a mission.

Since you knew when classes would be held, you were able to change your work schedule to accommodate it. Anna, being supportive of your desire to learn and the fact she knew why you decided to take lessons in the first place, took charge whenever work ran late or for any sudden changes like a shoot being postponed and reports being delayed. She said it was for only three months, not three years. You decide to treat her to a well-deserved vacation once you finish your classes. Thanks to her efforts, you never missed a class.

Also thanks to Kalvin and your friendly classmate your cooking improved by leaps and bounds. This time you could handle a knife without cutting yourself! You still needed to work on cutting the ingredients into the same size and shape, but that came with practice as they told you. Focusing on your cooking had become easier. You’re able to cook a dish without having your mind wander too far. It helped to have more than a pair of eyes watching your cooking. It was embarrassing at first being reminded to turn off the stove, lower the heat, or something else. About a third into your class, you didn’t need that many reminders which your new friends praised you for. Friends as in the teacher and the nice classmate.

You were excited for today’s lesson. Dumplings! Two classes ago, Kalvin announced you’d be making dumplings and that you’d get to decide on which ones you wanted to make. He also needed to know as they needed to buy the ingredients for it. Once you handed in your list, you were told not to change. Otherwise you risk not having the proper ingredients for the filling. Trading ingredients was sometimes done, but not that often. Somehow with the way your classmates interacted with you, you doubted they would trade any of their ingredients with the exception of that one person. Rather than risk it, you had made a list of what you wanted to make and gave it to them last class.

When you reach your station, you started preparing for your lesson. You glanced over to your classmates. They were all busy with their own preparations. Your only friend was already prepared and waiting for your teacher to arrive.

“Looks like someone is in high spirits today,” he said in a casual tone, no teasing. “But it’s no surprise. We’re making dumplings, and we get to pick the filling.”

Nodding your head, you completely agreed with him. “There’s someone I want to thank. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be able to attend every class.”

“She covered for you?”

“Yeah, and she volunteered for it too! She’s someone I can count on.” In fact, you thought of her more as family than an employee.

“That certainly deserves a thank you gift.” She wasn’t the only one you plan on thanking. You also wanted to thank him for mentoring you in spite of his work even if he was his own boss. That was something the two of you had in common except he didn’t have employees. He was what they called an independent contractor or something similar to it. “What did you pick?”

You listed off what you wanted to make much to his amusement. The ingredients were mostly the same, and the way they were cooked too. Plus you wanted to learn as much as possible. You rolled up your sleeves. “I can do this.”

“Don’t rush yourself. We have class tomorrow and can finish it then.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think I can keep quiet about the gift any longer.” You felt like you had drunk several mugs of espresso. “And what if they don’t like it?”

“Have faith in yourself. Don’t forget. Failure is an option. Take it as a learning experience instead of beating yourself over it. It doesn’t do you any good ruminating on what if scenarios.”

The way he said it, something terrible had to happen in his past and that something changed him. You weren’t close enough to ask and you doubted he would voluntarily tell you. Some things were better left unsaid as someone once said. “You’re right. I may stumble, but I get back up on my feet and move forward.” After everything that happened in your life, you had become a stronger person.

You chat about everyday things, namely you complain about your work and unreasonable boss. Thankfully he was willing to listen to you vent. Some of his commentaries were hilarious and gave you ideas on editing certain pictures. You didn’t plan on showing anyone else, lest, they managed to make their way to that person.

Then you noticed him looking at his watch and frown. “Our teacher is late. He’s never late. I hope he’s okay.” As soon as he mentioned it, you pulled out your phone and looked at the time. He was right. Your teacher was definitely more than late. Kalvin usually arrived there early in order to prepare for the lesson. Your lesson should have started about ten minutes ago.

SLAM!

You jerked in the direction of the sound with a start, heart racing. It couldn’t be Kalvin as he had never slammed a door, not while you were in class with him. Your friend didn’t appear to be affected by this as if he was used to this. Why couldn’t you be that way? But no, you had to be jittery and full of nerves. Instead of your friendly teacher, you see a taller and much thinner man make his way to where Kalvin normally stood when demonstrating to the class. It turned out your usual teacher was sick, and he was there to help as he owed Kalvin a favor. Two classes. You hoped you would be able to survive this.

“He looks familiar,” you blurted out.

Your teacher looked in your direction as if he heard you, and you could see his eyes widen a lot. What? He never introduced himself but launched directly into the lesson. Still you get the feeling you know him from somewhere.

You didn’t have much time to dwell on this as your teacher instructed you to gather your ingredients from the walk-in fridge. Room temperature ingredients were already at your station, but the ones that needed to be chilled were in in the colder room. Each student had a couple bags with their names on them. You groaned upon finding yours. They had to put it just beyond your reach. Stretching out was useless as was jumping and tippy toeing.

A hand reached over your head. You turned around to find your male friend. He was definitely taller than you, but not a whole lot. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” When he handed them to you, you almost fall forward. Those ingredients were heavy, yet, he handled them as if they weighed nothing. “Here, let me help you.”

You followed him out into the much warmer room and discover you were the last two to get your ingredients. Your instructor narrowed his eyes at the two of you. What was his problem? It wasn’t that long, and helping others was a good thing, not bad. Your only friend in this class, Levi, placed your ingredients at your station before heading to his.

Mystery teacher appeared to be less than pleased by this. Now that you gave it some thought, he looked downright pissed. Was he angry or upset at you? It wasn’t like you could help being that short. Maybe your strength could be improved… okay, it needed a lot of work on it, but that took time. Gentlemen were rare and far between these days. A rare species even! Your other classmates, who happen to be all females, weren’t fond of you. Now your substitute teacher wasn’t either. You hoped he would be there for only a couple of days. There were only two nice people in the class, and one of them was absent.

As he began explaining the method for making the filling, there was that nagging thought in the back of your head. No matter how hard you tried to kick it out, it kept returning. You knew this guy from somewhere and sometime. It was a matter of figuring out where and when. Something hit your leg. You glanced over to the only male student who nodded towards the front of the classroom.

Oh crap. It looked like you had spaced out for a bit. Instead of being caught by the mean teacher, it was someone on your side. Phew. You focused your concentration on learning how to make those delicious dumplings. Then maybe just maybe you wouldn’t have to spend a fortune buying them at your favorite place. Yours wouldn’t be as good as theirs, but that would be akin to comparing a first-time student to an experienced teacher.

Grumpy, your substitute teacher, moved onto filling and folding the dumplings. He showed the different techniques and dumpling presentations. While he made it look easy, you knew your first dumplings would wind up as lumps of dough with meat fillings. Easier said than done as the saying went. After Grumpy answered a few questions and showed the others again, he told you to get to work.

Your filling turned out to be acceptable. Eating raw meat was definitely not a good idea. Grumpy taught you to take a spoonful of your filling and cooking in order to taste test it. It took a few attempts to get the seasonings right. First time you couldn’t taste anything. Second time there wasn’t enough salt. Third was too much salt so you added some extra ingredients. Third time the veggies were undercooked, but the taste was good. You mentally noted you needed to add more time in cooking the filling.

When you looked over at the others, they were well on their way to finishing their dumplings while you were just starting the assembling portion of it. You had an extra day, but did you really want to spend it with Grumpy over there? Not really. All right, time to get marching or rather folding. You had an idea of how much to add and what to do, but your clumsy fingers kept messing up. As you thought, your dumplings looked more like blobs, tasty ones. The first few batches tended to be the practice ones. You planned on eating your failed dumplings and giving the rest to your friends. Hopefully you’d end up with more successful dumplings than failed.

By your tenth one, you had made a little progress, but you still wouldn’t give them to your friends especially Kiki. You would never hear the end of it from her. Just as you were about to start crying, Levi came to your rescue yet again. “Need some help?”

You nodded your head. “I can’t get them right.” The failed dumplings proved your point.

“It’s not hard once you know a trick,” he said as he grabbed a wrapper. He then proceeded to make a dumpling, explaining every step.

Grumpy was there for only two days. After that, you wouldn’t have to deal with him or so you thought. Through his explanation, you couldn’t help but think that you had met this person somewhere. Not only that, but his voice sounded awfully familiar, one that you heard several times. Hard as you tried, your mind couldn’t pull out a name. It frustrated you to no ends. Yet, you couldn’t put too much thought to it as your teacher appeared to be the no nonsense, get it done type.

Making the filling was the easy part. Assembling was a different story. Your clumsy fingers kept messing up your first dumpling. At this rate, you’d need a third day to finish all the dumplings you planned on making. The others managed to get the hang of making theirs. Why did you have to be the slowest? Just as you were about to cry, your friend walked over to your station.

“Don’t you have dumplings to make?” Your teacher glared at the guy. Where did Grumpy come from? Was he secretly a ninja or something?

Your friend raised his hand to show he meant no harm. “We didn’t want to trouble you since you were busy helping another student.”

“That is why I’m here,” Grumpy said, still glaring at your friend. “I’m the teacher. Got that?”

“Understood.” Your reinforcements made a strategic retreat, leaving you to face the Grumpster by yourself. At least there were other witnesses. He wouldn’t try anything while there were others who would witness it, right?

“What’s your problem?” Grumpy asked. That was what you wanted to ask him.

“Err… folding it, but I think I got it!” You demonstrated your new folding technique. While it wasn’t that good, it was a lot better than your first dumplings.

“Do it again.”

Okay. You repeated the process. This time Grumpy made some suggestions on how to further improve your dumpling as well as speeding it up. Oh oh oh! Why didn’t you think of using that? It saved you time and effort. In spite of his cold attitude, Grumpy turned out to be a knowledgeable teacher. Yet, you kept thinking that you were supposed to know him.

Those hours were a lot shorter than you imagined them to be. Thanks to Grumpy’s and Levi’s assistance, you were able to assemble all your dumplings, but cooking them all was a different story. Class ended. Your last batch of dumplings were not fully cooked. They needed a little more time.

“Aren’t you going home? You’re finished.” Why was he still here when he did not have to be? He already finished his and packed them too.

“I could, but I’m not letting you go the bus alone,” Levi stated. It reminded you of Gavin, the way he was protective of you, but more of an overprotective big brother way than someone who could be interested in you. “It’s getting late.”

“Go home,” Grumpy said, appearing out of nowhere again. “Class is over.”

“Sorry teacher, it’s dangerous for her to be alone at this time.” The two men seemed to be in a glaring showdown. One of them was definitely taller than the other. Was Grumpy this tall? You hadn’t noticed as you were too busy trying to make dumplings last time he came to your station.

“I will take the young lady home,” Grumpy said in a very authoritative tone. This was too familiar.

“You have a vehicle?”

“What do you think? Of course, I have a vehicle. A lot safer than your motorcycle.” That arrogance and haughty tone could only be… no way.

If he was who you thought he was, it was mind blowing. Wasn’t he already busy with TWO business? Granted one of them was a side business than full time, Still… You didn’t want to believe, but all the evidence pointed in that direction.

You pointed your finger at him. “VICTOR!?”

Good thing the other students already left. Otherwise, you’d make yourself look like a fool again. If Victor was in disguise, then he also didn’t want anyone to know…. Oops? You just outed him to your newest friend.

“Took you long enough to notice, Dummy.” With that, Victor took off his disguise.

“… I heard nothing. I saw nothing. See ya next class.” Levi didn’t appear or sound intimidated by Victor. No, it felt more on awkward being the third wheel.

“Who is he?” Victor demanded to know as he stepped close to you, pinning you between himself and your station.

“He’s a classmate… and a friend. Why?”

“I don’t trust him. Stay away from him.” Victor sounded very cold and very angry. There was a look about him, something feral. It sent chills up and down your spine.

“Are you jealous?” you blurt out. Open mouth and insert entire leg. Why stop at your foot? Why not put in your entire leg?

“Me? Jealous? Where did you get that absurd idea?”

You giggled, not believing him. “You’re jealous of my gay friend.”

“Are you deaf? I’m not jealous of your what did you say?” Victor blinked in disbelief as if he couldn’t comprehend what you just told him.

“My gay friend. Yes, Victor, he likes guys. You have a problem with it?”

The bright blush on his cheeks spoke volumes. “No, I do not.”

You decided to press your luck. “He’s more of an older brother to me. You know? Looks after me, helps me, and encourages me without being interested in that way.”

“How do you know he likes guys? He could be lying.”

You were now giving him the ‘I can’t believe I have to explain it to you,’ look. “We went to the mall to shop and look at cute guys.” Victor’s eyes widened. “Kiki and Willow came too. You can ask them. They’ll vouch for us and that my friend likes guys.”

“You looked at ‘cute guys?’”

“Is there anything wrong with appreciating the aesthetics of men?” Apparently those were the wrong words to say as Victor’s attitude darkened quickly. “I can’t believe I have to say this to you of all people.”

“You—”

You cut him off. “Just because I like how something looks doesn’t mean I love it. I like looking at art, but I’m not in love with art. I love cute animals, but I’m not in love with them. I love eating good food, but I’m not in love with them either.”

“This appreciation is superficial?”

“YES! If a good-looking guy is mean and nasty, I wouldn’t like him even if he paid me to.” You hoped this would drive home your point.

Victor appeared to be distraught over something. Was it what you said? Why was he suddenly quiet? Wait a moment, did that mean you’d lose your funding? Victor wouldn’t be this petty, would he?

“You’re heavy. Mind giving me some space?” At this point, he was practically on top of you.

“Do you dislike me?”

Eh?

“Never mind.” Victor pulled away from you, not letting you answer the question he just asked. However, you weren’t about to let it drop.

“I don’t dislike you. Sure, you give me a hard time and are annoying, but that doesn’t amount to disliking. I guess you can say I’ve gotten used to you.”

“I’m annoying?”

“At times, yes.”

“When have I ever been –”

DING! Your timer went off.

“My dumplings are finished.” You rushed over to turn off the stove, ignoring Victor’s attempts to find out what you find annoying about him. They were finished. You began taking them out and placing them into your containers. It gave you time to think of an answer. Your mind was in overdrive trying to figure out a way to redirect his attention.

“Are you listening?” As soon as he opened his mouth to ask, you shoved an earlier dumpling into his mouth. Why didn’t you think of this before?

Rather than spitting it out, Victor ate it. He wasn’t the type to waste food. “Not bad… for a dummy. Why are you smiling like that?”

“From you, that’s practically a complement,” you sounded pleased. You knew your cooking would get better, but for your first lesson, it was good.

“What are you going to do with them?”

You glanced over to Victor who had that look. “I’m giving them to my friends.”

“……”

“You’re not getting any.”

Victor’s stance became rigid as he narrows his eyes at you and folds his arms over his chest.

“I’m going to make more with better ingredients.”

Victor relaxed a little. “You noticed the quality of the ingredients?”

You laughed at his observation. “Of course, I did. I may not be an expert at cooking, but I am when it comes to tasting. Besides it should be obvious.”

“Obvious?”

“Cooking classes aren’t going to give you the finest ingredients… at least this level.” Done! You finished packing your dumplings. As you were about to start cleaning up, you notice Victor grabbing the pots. They still needed to be washed.

“What are you waiting for? Get the rest.”

Between the two of you, you cleaned up your station in no time, and Victor insisted on carrying your dumplings to his car. You wanted to split the load between you two, but he wouldn’t have any of it, saying that you were too weak to carry it. Consider it a reward for improving that much in such a short amount of time, according to him.

“Why didn’t you come to me?”

You blushed. “You have a large company to run and a small shop. I didn’t want to be a burden to you.”

“What’s one more thing?”

“Hey!” You pouted and puffed your cheeks while looking away from him. “I also wanted to surprise you with my cooking skills. Besides weren’t you encouraging me to be more self-motivated?”

Victor appeared to be stunned for a moment. “Heh. Never thought you’d be using my own words against me. That’s a first… and it’ll be the last time.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“You want it to be?”

“Bring it on, Tsundere!”

“Dummy, I’ll make you regret saying those words.”

#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc zen #mlqc mc #tsundere #LOL

A Spooky Surprise

Since you know many have plans for Halloween night, yourself included, you schedule the Halloween shoot the day before the holiday. Little do you know that you’re in for night of nightmares.

Your show features experts on the paranormal and psychics. Since it’s a holiday special, they allow you more time than the usual for the final edit. You decide to shoot more than less as you can always edit stuff out, but if you don’t have enough, needless to say filler material is a sign of an unprofessional. You’re a professional. After each expert and psychic gives their presentation, you open it up to the Q&A section of the program where the audience can asks questions to either the entire group or a specific person.

The question that you dread hearing the answer is the one about their scariest experience or encounter they ever had. You’re not paying full attention to the guests but rather glancing around to see if anything funny is happening. Maybe you’re reading too much into this. Yeah. So you turn your attention back to the shoot, not noticing random objects being moved without anyone touching them, and it can’t be the wind as the shoot is indoors.

After you finish the shoot, the audience swarm your guests, wanting to ask more questions. You gather your crew to get some semblance of order before anyone becomes injured. It takes awhile as everyone is in high spirits, and they’re eager for more information, namely their futures or answers from loved ones who are no longer there. Your team manages to corral people into different lines as opposed to a huge mob. Order has been restored or so you think.

Once the guests and audience leave, your team and you begin putting your equipment away and cleaning up after them. Goodness. For such a “small” audience, they make such a big mess. With many hands on deck, you clean up the set in no time as well as take care of your equipment. You decide you want to check up on a few things while you’re there in preparation for your next shoot.

Minor, Kiki, and Willow hang around as they’re concerned about your safety especially Minor for some reason or another. You’re not sure why. Maybe it’s because the two of you used to be classmates. As the Q&A section has run longer and the audience have several personal questions, it’s late. You’ve already taken up much of their day. At this point, you’re all doing overtime. You insist they head home. Minor reluctantly leaves with the girls, however, unbeknownst to you, he gives a lame excuse to linger around longer and out of your sight.

You’re engrossed with ensuring you have what you need and that it works you’re unaware of an entity that’s becoming angry that you’re ignoring it. When you’re certain everything is in order, you decide it’s high time you head home. You check your watch only to realize it’s much later than you thought. The temperature drops, and you’re shivering. Such a drastic change in temperature could only mean... but isn’t that the stuff of movies? That’s what you tell yourself or rather attempt to convince yourself until...

Your heavy and large camera starts floating higher and higher. At first you think it’s Gavin. “Very funny, Gavin. It’s not Halloween yet...” You check your watch. “You have half an hour.”

However, you know there’s a limit as to what Gavin can do even if he’s very talented with his evol. In addition to the large camera, chairs, stage props, the background, and things that you know have been bolted to the ground start floating. He would never do anything to hurt you on purpose, and even if it’s an accident, he would keep blaming himself for not keeping you safe. So when the floating equipment and other stuff start crashing near you, you know it’s definitely not him. This is completely opposite of him.

Scared out of your wits, you pull out your phone in attempt to call or text your knight in shining STF uniform. The thing slaps your phone out of your hand, sending it crashing into a nearby wall and destroying it. You’re ready to cry at this point, but you’re not given a chance as you apparently now have a bullseye on you and everything is aiming for you even the kitchen sink. Not really. It feels like it. Somehow you’re managing to dodge most of of the flying projectiles, some of them coming very close to your body. Thanks to your clumsiness, you keep this up for some time. That is until you jump out of the way of falling light. You attempt to stand up only for your ankle suddenly decide to not support your weight. Great you’ve twisted your ankle or worse sprained it.

The thing is far from being finished as it picks up the damaged equipment and prepares to send it your way again. With no way to dodge, you’re out of luck. You mentally and physically brace yourself for the impending pain. Closing your eyes and shielding your head with your arms, you wait for the inevitable. But after a minute of nothing happening, you open your eyes and remove your arms from protecting your head.

What you first see is a very, very, very pissed off Gavin, flying in all his STF uniform glory. He places a wind shield around you before dealing with whatever has tried to harm you.

Gavin fiercely glares at it or where he believes it to be. A killer aura surrounds him, but you’re not afraid. In fact, you feel completely safe in spite of what’s happening around you. Your knight has arrived and just in time too.

“Do you wish to die a second time? Because I WILL make it happen.” The way Gavin says it sends chills down your spine. You’re extremely thankful you’re not on the receiving end, not that he’d hurt you, but it’s still a scary experience.

Whatever it is must have decided Gavin is not someone to mess with and flees the studio, dropping everything it has floating where they are. You’re not sure how long Gavin stays flying and scanning to make sure it has really left. It feels like an eternity before he’s by your side. Forgetting your injured ankle, you stand up, only to cry out in pain and fall, but you never feel the floor. Instead you feel the strong arms of the reliable and protective Gavin.

Gavin inspects your ankle and wants to immediately take you to the nearest hospital, but the tears start falling. He starts panicking as he believes he’s done something wrong or something to offend you. In between sobs, you tell him you’re happy to see him and relieved he has come to the rescue. You omit the fact you’ll have to spend a lot of money repairing or replacing any damaged equipment. He still insists on getting you medical treatment.

“I just want to go home,” you sniffle.

“Okay, I’ll take you there.” Gavin scoops you up and carries you bridal style out of there. You’re too emotionally exhausted to be embarrassed and/or complain about being carried out. Not to mention, a lurking Minor who is giving Gavin the thumbs up and go for it signs.

When you arrive at your place, Gavin places you on your bed before grabbing your first aid kit (how he knows where... who knows) and tending to your ankle. He wraps it as if he’s done it a thousand times.

“Wow, you’re good at this.” It dawns on you. “I hope you’re not wrapping your own ankle.” You hate it when he hides his injuries.

Gavin freezes for a few seconds. His next statement hits you hard. “I don’t want to lose any more teammates.”

You practically throw yourself at him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I wasn’t strong enough then, but I am now. I won’t let it happen ever again.” Gavin says it as if he’s making a promise, but the both of you know battles and disasters are completely unpredictable. Nothing is guaranteed in life except death and aging.

“Still... You shouldn’t be the only one to shoulder this.” You want to be there for him, but you know there’s not much you can help him with when it comes to his work. It’s frustrating.

He pulls you closer to him. “It’s the thought that counts.”

Once you’re settled in for the night, Gavin is about to leave when you grab his jacket. “Please don’t go.” You’re still scared.

“I won’t if you ask me.” True to his word, Gavin stays the entire night. He does, however, move into the next room as to not disturb you. Many people owe him big time, and he’s calling in those favors for you.

The next morning, you don’t want to get out of bed as it’s comfy and you really don’t want to face your friends/coworkers to explain what happened last night. They probably won’t believe you. You even don’t believe it, and you lived through it. As you’re curled up underneath your blankets, you hear some noise near you. Then you realize it’s Gavin and you blush big time. You had asked him to stay, and he did stay.

“Good morning.”

You peek out from underneath your blankets. “Not a good morning.” You know you have bed head, but at this point, you don’t care.

Gavin frowns. “You must be hungry.” As if on cue, your stomach growls. “How about I take you to your fave breakfast cafe?”

Very tempting. Warm, comfy bed versus a very yummy breakfast.

Your stomach wins this duel. You’re about to ask Gavin to step out so you can change, but he’s already exited your bedroom. Yes, trust Gavin to be respectful, something you love about that man. You hobble over to your dresser and closet. This time you manage to get changed without face planting onto your floor. How embarrassing it would be for Gavin to rush into your room with you half-dressed.

After breakfast, Gavin insists on taking you to work, but you shake your head. You’re not ready to face them yet. “I don’t think I can... How am I going to explain it to them? They’re all going to laugh at me.”

Gavin tightens his grip on you. “I won’t let that happen.” He says what he means and means what he says. You know with him there, there’s nothing to be afraid of, yet, there’s still that irrational fear.

“You’ll stay with me?”

“All you need is to ask.”

“Please?”

“Yes.”

When he lands outside the building, you cling to him or as much as you can from your position in his arms. He’s carrying you bridal style again. Seems to be his favorite. You close your eyes, not ready to see it.

Gavin uses the key you handed over to him and unlocks the door. Very carefully he maneuvers the two of you inside. Having been there several times (more like practically living there during those projects), you already know where he’s going. You can walk there in your sleep.

When he stops, you’re hesitant about opening your eyes. It’s not that you’re afraid of being injured or scared... you just don’t want to see the aftermath of that paranormal attack. But after some gentle coaxing form Gavin, you open your eyes to see...

nothing has happened. Your set looks like it hadn’t been through World War III. It’s back to normal. Tears begin falling.

Gavin panics as per usual. “I’m sorry. Did I get anything wrong? I can fix it. Just tell me what to do.”

You shake your head, telling him these are tears of joy and that you’re completely relieved you don’t have to explain this to anyone. Trying to pull a joke, you mention something about them locking you up in the funny house. Unfortunately it backfires as Gavin takes it literally. “It’s a figure of speech.”

“Oh.” Gavin’s now blushing.

The awkward moment stays awkward until you hear someone.

“Man, is it getting hot in here or what?”

Trust Minor and his ‘perfect’ timing.

“Don’t mind this idiot.” Ah trust Willow to keep him in line. She drags him out by the ear with him whining the entire way out.

As if it couldn’t get any more awkward.

While you’re working with your editing team, Gavin assigns himself a mission. He somehow manages to track down that spirit, entity, whatever that not only caused you so much trouble but injured you as well. What happens next... well that’s up to your imagination.

But somehow Gavin persuades it to never cause trouble, not harm anyone, and to stop any property damage. How he managed to injure it? Who knows.

This man makes the impossible possible.

#mlqc #mlqc gavin #mlqc haku

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