Izabella lets out a surprised giggle. "But my hands are wet!"
"I don't mind, Bella. You cooked a meal for us...let me at least make up for it."
"Then you may," she wipes her hands on her shorts and walks to him, his hand wraps around hers and the other rests on the small of her back. He moves his feet and she follows his lead. She smiles at him when she notices the blush on his cheeks, and in all honesty, she is impressed with his dancing skills.
They dance and spin to the slow-paced rhythm inside the kitchen between the stove and the fridge. She loves it so much she could cry, there inside the arms of the man she adores. If time could stop, she wouldn't mind it at all.
His lips curl up into a smirk and heat runs over her face, "you are so beautiful, Bella."
"And you are so handsome," she replies resting her head on his chest.
Vanderwood gently sways from side to side, holding her close. For a moment, everything disappears. It's just the two of them, two people in love, their hearts beating to the melody, beating for each other.
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;;;; This is fucking weird, I’m not doing this. Bella, you’re doing the next one.
- Vanderwood
May 26, 2018 | 22:25
Izabella
Izabella walks through the busy kitchen, where noise and the sizzling sound of food being prepared fills the air. Her goal is the kitchen on the back, where she has to finish icing the strawberry cake, taking the opportunity to get some much-needed peace, sure catering is good for the business but she is already tired of standing around the whole afternoon.
She takes the cake out of the box and spreads the white icing over it, humming her favorite song she almost feels back in her own kitchen, she eats one of the strawberries before placing them on the cake, one strawberry to be sure... maybe two just in case.
The sound of the door being opened catches her attention, a man that looks like one of the staff members stands by the door. But, he looks in a hurry and suspicious... Izabella furrows her eyebrows.
"Who are you?" She asks him but he doesn't answer. He walks into the room and closes the door. "Are you a waiter? Because this is not where you are supposed to be," she asks again this time a little annoyed because he keeps on walking towards her not answering back.
He is too close... dangerously close.
Izabella drops the strawberry in her hand on the table, her instincts are telling her to prepare for impact because he is coming her way and she can feel he is not planning on stopping. His brown eyes completely focused on her. The two seconds her eyes run over him are enough to notice how handsome he is... Godammit, Izabella it's not the time for that.
"W-wait," she yelps when without a warning the man wraps his hand around her waist. "Lady," he tells her pulling her closer to his body, "some guys are after me, I would really love it if you could play along."
Play along, what does he mean? she has no time to think because his lips are almost over hers "I promise it'll be worth your while."
For a second she is not moving, his mouth his pressing on hers and as much as she wants to fight and push him away she can't. The slow sensual movement of his lips calls out to her own to move and respond to his. And she is glad she does, a line of heat runs across her face.
Her hands move on their own to his arms, up to his biceps, damn, until they are around the stranger's neck. She finally closes her eyes and focuses on the sensation of his lips and hold.
He kisses her passionately and god he is so good. His lips are full and sweet and when she gasps she lets him fill her mouth with his tongue.
She hears the door open and tenses up, but the wet muscle sliding along her lower lip makes her shudder and forget where she is and god knows who she is kissing. She hears whoever open the door say something but she can't comprehend. She just wants more of the man kissing her.
Would it be that bad to let him take her there?... wait, what?
No time to think straight... She runs one of her hands up to tangle with his hair, he breathes sharply and she can't help feeling the warmth already building in her. She moans into the kiss and he turns around placing her against the wall. His strong body presses on her, her tongue tangle with his and she loses all rationality.
Izabella doesn't know how long she stays there kissing the stranger. Their breathing becomes rushed, needy, and she feels him closer than before. His heat wrapping around her and she won't try to stop him now, not that she was trying at all...
A beeping sound makes him stop the kiss and pull away from her... what? both of them are panting looking at each other.
"Thank you," he says and completely moves away from her, he fixes his clothes, before walking away he winks at her and gives her a small salute.
When he walks out of the room Izabella remains pressing against the wall, trying to catch her breath...
What the hell just happened?
May 26, 2018 | 22:36
Vanderwood
Vanderwood quickly slips through a door and takes off his coat, pressing a hidden button on the inner lining that automatically shrunk the coat into a handkerchief. He slides off the rubber band from his hair and allows it to fall onto his shoulders just as he pushes open another door and enters a busy kitchen. Chefs are preparing entrees while waiters filtered in and out of the room.
Vanderwood tries to blend in, but the moment he sees guards enter the kitchen, he does an about face and pulls up the layout of the building in his head.
All the exits are covered by guards though. Goddammit. Left with no choice, he strides into the farthest kitchen, mentally preparing himself for the fight that will ensue if the guards find him.
But when he enters, he hears someone moving about in the kitchen. She's humming too.
She stops as soon as she notices him though. His first thought?
I would ask her out if I weren't about to be swarmed by angry thugs. Damn.
But he could hear the guards asking the staff if they had seen a sketchy man, and Vanderwood makes up his mind.
"Who are you?" the woman asks, looking at him with a strawberry in her hands. A cake lay on the table in front of her and he assumes she's the patissier. Unfortunately the secret agent doesn't have time for questions.
He goes into the room and closes the door behind him, eyes focused on the brown-haired woman who's asking him if he's part of the wait staff. Vanderwood can hear raised voices outside.
"W-wait!" the woman suddenly says as he takes the spot next to her and wraps an arm around her waist.
"Lady," he murmurs, pulling her closer to him. "Some guys are after me, I would really love it if you could play along."
She inhales sharply as he leans close to her, lips a breath away. The corner of his lips curl up slightly.
"I promise it'll be worth your while," he breathes before crashing his lips against hers, one hand cupping her cheek, holding her head in place in case she tries to blow his cover.
Vanderwood kisses her with a passion --a passion to stay alive. At first, the woman is stunned; her gray eyes are wide, hands frozen at her sides. But he moved his lips sensually, encouraging response from her until he feels her soft lips moving against his and a tingle runs down his spine.
Well damn.
The woman tentatively runs her hands along his arms, his biceps, until she wraps them around the back of his neck.
She closes those pretty eyes and he begins kissing her passionately, his kisses growing more heated. A breathy gasp escapes her lips and he takes advantage of it by slipping his tongue inside her, exploring her mouth.
At that moment, the door swings open and he feels the woman's shoulders tense, but he closes his eyes and trails his tongue along her inner lip, earning a shudder from the woman.
"Uh, boss, not here!" the embarrassed goon calls out, watching the two wait staff making out like a couple of horny teenagers. The woman lets out a moan and the goon feels himself getting hard. He exits the room in a hurry, face slightly red.
Vanderwood doesn't even notice the man leaving.
When the woman moans, he feels himself getting aroused, and he turns her to the wall and places her against it. Their tongues intertwine, and he presses his body against hers.
Fuck. She tastes so good.
Their heavy breathing fills the room and just as he's about to lose himself, Vanderwood hears his watch beeping.
The mission. Fuck.
Reluctantly, Vanderwood pulls away, panting. The woman is watching him, her chest rising and falling.
"Thank you," he says in a low voice, forcing himself to focus, to get back in action. But Vanderwood smiles as he rearranges his bow tie, smoothing out his polo. He winks, then gives her a small salute before rushing out of the room, thoughts of his escape route coming back to him.
Still, the kiss lingers in the back of his head and on his lips.
That was a hell of a fucking distraction. Ha.
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Of Food And Dancing : A Vandybella fic
Vanderwood walks around the house, tying his hair up into a ponytail. He can't believe he fell asleep. It's a beautiful fucking Sunday and he knows he was supposed to take Izabella out for lunch. But the last mission he was on took a toll on him and he couldn't sleep again the night before. Of course his loving girlfriend wouldn't wake him...but he still felt bad, knowing he missed an opportunity to spoil her.
The secret agent hears music coming from the kitchen and he grimaces -she's cooking him a meal. Shit, he really screwed up.
Vanderwood walks up to the kitchen, seeing the door open. Then he stops and takes in the scene before him. Izabella has her back to him, her hair up in a messy bun as she stirs the pot. Her body is swaying slightly as she hums to the tune from the radio.
Vanderwood leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms and watching his beautiful girlfriend. He could get used to this. Coming home to her...coming home. He's never dreamed he would ever settle down. But now, with Izabella in his life, he's considering it.
Izabella stirs the pot smiling thinking of her boyfriend who is still probably sleeping and is going to panic when he wakes up and looks at the time. But she couldn't bring herself to wake him, not when she knew how drained missions left him.
She was grateful that he made it back, every time. She is not disappointed at him for sleeping in, she would give anything to have him there soundly asleep than him being out working for the agency. She would take this kind of day anytime. Izabella glances at dirty dishes, the cups from the night before, the cutting board and the knife she just used. She lowers the temperature of the stove and steps in front of the sink, a small sway on her hips.
Vanderwood rolls up his sleeves and walks forward. She still hasn't noticed his presence. Izabella starts washing the dishes and Vanderwood steps behind her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and laying his hands on top of hers. Izabella gasps and Vanderwood chuckles, brushing his lips on the side of her head.
"Baby, why didn't you wake me?"
"Good morning," she turns her head and grins at him, "how could I when you look like that?"
"Like what?" He asks raising an eyebrow.
"Like a cute pouting baby," Izabella giggles.
"I do not look like that and I never pout," Vanderwood says pouting.
She tiptoes and leaves a butterfly kiss on his chin and then returns to her task, "and I am already cooking."
"But I promised I was taking you out for lunch today."
"And you know I love cooking for you, so there is nothing to argue about."
"Hmph."
Vanderwood knows he doesn't pout. It's ridiculous. Men like him don't pout.
....but if it gets him kisses...
Vanderwood plants another kiss on her head and he pulls away, wiping his hands on the towel. He can feel Izabella's eyes regarding him and to be honest, he has no fucking idea why he's doing this. But he figured...she deserves a memorable date nonetheless.
Vanderwood turns up the radio, the soft crooning of a male voice filling the small room. He can feel his face warming but he swallows and turns back around, extending a hand towards Izabella. Placing his other hand on his chest over his heart, he gives her a slight bow.
"May I have this dance, Izabella Mun?"
Izabella lets out a surprised giggle."But my hands are wet!"
"I don't mind, Bella. You cooked a meal for us...let me at least make up for it."
"Then you may," she wipes her hands on her shorts and walks to him, his hand wraps around hers and the other rests on the small of her back. He moves his feet and she follows his lead. She smiles at him when she notices the blush on his cheeks, and in all honesty, she is impressed with his dancing skills.
They dance and spin to the slow-paced rhythm, inside the kitchen between the stove and the fridge. She loves it so much she could cry, there inside the arms of the man she adores. If time could stop, she wouldn't mind it at all.
His lips curl up into a smirk and heat runs over her face, "you are so beautiful, Bella."
"And you are so handsome," she replies resting her head on his chest.
Vanderwood gently sways from side to side, holding her close. For a moment, everything disappears. It's just the two of them, two people in love, their hearts beating to the melody, beating for each other.
Then the moment is shattered by the pot overflowing.
"Oh, fuck!" Vanderwood curses, letting go of Izabella and reaching for the pot.
Izabella watches as he removes the lid and stirs the contents of the pot. Her heart flutters, this is it, what she dreams of doing the rest of her life; to be with him, to be able to enjoy the simple things, the ones others give for granted. She wants to spend her days doing nothing and everything, to cook and dance, to wash dishes and laugh, to do laundry and kiss.
Every moment as tiny as it may be she cherishes and saves as precious memories, these flicker like stars on the dark nights he is gone. She wishes that these same stars guide him back to her, back home.
Vanderwood turns off the stove and glances at his girlfriend who is giving him a longingly look, he chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, "food is ready!"
She walks up to him, "thank you."
"Well, I had to save your delicious food."
Izabella shakes her head, "not that," she wraps her hands around his neck, "for making me happy, I love you."
He inhales sharply, "Bella..."
"I know," she tiptoes and he meets her lips halfway, his arms surround her waist.
They share a tender kiss, "I love you too," he says over her lips and she smiles before resuming the moment.
"The food," Izabella speaks between gasps.
"Food can wait," he says lifting her so she can sit on the counter, "I can't."
Izabella giggles and he smirks. They make up for lost time, they catch up on kisses and embraces. Out of the most simple things they create the greatest memories, the stars that guide them home to each other.
Hello! It's past Halloween, but we'd like to share this little sneak peek at Vandybella's Halloween celebration at the Broken Cup~
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Isabella stares at Vanderwood who is struggling wrapping a treat to give out to the kids entering the Cafe. "Baby, thank you for helping us this year and...you look really handsome." She smiles at her Aladdin.
He finally gets that damn wrapper around the candy and thrusts his arm out to the waiting kids.
"Here," he says with an unintended huff. Who'd have thought dealing with candies and wrapping could be so...fucking complicated? But as he realizes what he did, he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "I hope you like these candies, kids." At the sound of her voice, he turns and, arm still flexed, raises one side of his lips. "Baby, you're welcome but looks like I ain't the best at this..." He can't remember a time he went trick or treating... "Ha, at least you think I'm handsome." At that, he winks at her, making sure to give her a glimpse of the abs underneath the purple vest.
He is too handsome and she has to look away from those defined lines his perfect muscles create...
Good thing there's a lot of noise to hide the tiny gasp escaping her lips.
"Of course you are..."
"I can't wait for my treat later."
"And I love you."
The kids thank him and run off. He makes his way to Isabella and wraps an arm around her waist, pulling his Jasmine closer.
"I love you too, Bella." He leans close and presses a gentle kiss on her lips, too tempted by how shiny it is. Ha...he always thought dressing up for Halloween is fucking ridiculous, but seeing his gorgeous wife all dolled up for him...He can't help but like this holiday now.
"Baby, have I told you you look gorgeous?" he tells her in a low voice, not pulling away just yet.
Her cheeks turn red and he tucks a stray lock behind her ear, leaning closer...
"TRICK OR TREAT!!!!!!"
Vanderwood jumps, startled, and Isabella covers her mouth with a hand, laughing at him.
"Oh wow!! It's princess Jasmine and Aladdin!"
He shakes his head and smirks, grabbing the candy bowl and winking at Isabella. "Guess we'll have to wait 'til we're home, baby."
"Lolol what's this? Bella, why did you ask for this? Haha but you look good, baby 😏 Thank you, lady...uh, @niue7777 This is fucking awesome. I need to figure out how to change it to my wallpaper ;;; Bella, can you help? ;;;;" --VANDERWOOD ( @reifromrfa )
“Hahaha, of course I will help you... it’s alredy mine. Baby you are looking better than good, you are so handsome❤!! I’ve been staring at this for too long but not enough time😍. Thank you, @niue7777 you are amazing!!😘 -- IZABELLA ( @rossyele )
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Specially written for @vanderweek
Fix You: A Vandybella Fic
Izabella
If she could stay like that forever she sure would; next to the man she loves. Izabella lays on her side watching as her lover calmly breathes, she brushes his disheveled brown hair and kisses him on the cheek before snuggling her face on his arm where she drifts into the land of dreams.
She doesn't know how long she's been sleeping but she is startled by the sudden fidgeting of his body. She sits up quickly and worry fills her heart. He is mumbling. She removes the hair sticking to his forehead and she notices the cold sweat.
Nightmare.
"Wake up," she tells him but he doesn't react to her voice, his breathing becomes sharper, his fists are closed tight and his body tenses up. Izabella feels so powerless because whatever is going on inside his dream, she can't help him.
"Please, wake up," she holds his shoulders and shakes his body but she fails once again...
Vanderwood
There are screams all around him. He's running. Running endlessly through the cold rooms of the rapidly sinking ship. His steps make sloshing sounds around him as sea-water filters in, the flood rising with each passing minute. In his right hand is a loaded pistol, in his left, the keycard that would open the door to the lower deck. His brown hair is tied in a ponytail but loose strands are plastered to his face, sweat beading his forehead despite the low temperature in the cabin.
A man dashes out of the room in front of him, holding a 9mm with a silencer. Vanderwood quickens his pace and as the man turns to him, he raises his gun and fires a shot right through the man’s forehead. The man falls to the ground, his blood quickly spreading through the waters. The secret agent leaps over his dead body and continues running.
There’s a loud metallic clang as a bullet zooms in front of him and hits an air pipe and Vanderwood ducks, whirling around and seeing another man rushing towards him with a gun in hand. He raises his gun but when he pulls the trigger, he’s met with the sound of an empty magazine. The man takes aim but the ship suddenly jerks to the right, sending him and Vanderwood crashing against the wall. Vanderwood shakes off the soreness in his arm and dashes forward, hurling a punch at the man’s face followed immediately with a swift kick to the ribs. The man wheezes and Vanderwood takes the opportunity to grab his gun and point it to his face. He pulls the trigger without blinking, the man’s blood splattering against his arm and uniform.
As the man falls to the ground, Vanderwood spots a little boy standing still, brown eyes fixed on him, short brow hair a mess. The secret agent pales.
Are you proud of who you’ve become, Agent Vanderwood?
He finally reaches the door that’ll lead him out, and he hastily taps the card through the panel, earning him a beeping green light. The door swings open and Vanderwood climbs out of the cabin and onto the deck, where he sees civilians screaming and panicking, throwing on life vests and hugging each other as the ship begins its descent into the sea.
Get the fuck to the lifeboats!
He grits his teeth as he hesitates, his fucking emotions battling over agency protocols. He should leave. His mission is done. Kill the drug cartel aboard this ship. No interaction with civilians.
“Help, please!”
He turns to the cry and sees a woman trying desperately to lift a box off a man’s leg, the man’s face etched with pain.
Fuck it.
Vanderwood rushes to the couple and asks the woman to stand back. With a soft grunt he manages to lift the box as the man crawls back, freeing his leg. The little boy stands next to the woman and regards him with a small smile.
Go away…you don’t fucking belong here.
Neither do you.
Vanderwood drops the heavy crate and just as he sees the woman open her mouth, he feels a hand on his shoulder. He’s forced to turn around and meet the fist of a large burly man, his jaw throbbing. The woman screams as Vanderwood falls to the deck, his head spinning.
“Not so tough now, are you?”
There’s a forceful kick to his stomach and the secret agent coughs, blood splattering to the deck.
Get up. All these people are going to die if you don’t help them.
Kid, I’m trying. I’m trying.
Vanderwood reaches up and grips the ship’s handrails, one hand clutching the side of his stomach. He hears another scream but before he has a chance to recover, he’s falling. Falling against the side of the ship, watching as the big burly man sneers at him from the deck. His broken body hits the icy cold water.
There are screams all around him, dead bodies floating in the water. Vanderwood struggles to swim for the surface, to go back aboard the ship. But as he swims up, he sees an explosion of blazing orange flames above him.
The bombs.
But I already disarmed them…how—?
More muffled screams. More bodies dropping into the water. Some with burns, some already charred.
No. It isn’t supposed to be like this. The civilians…they didn’t fucking deserve this.
He keeps swimming up, his lungs already burning, crying for air. Until he sees the little kid, swimming towards him.
No. Leave me the fuck alone.
But don’t you see? We’re already alone. Look around you, Vanderwood. Everyone…is dead. You said you took this job so you could help others. Save people. But all I see is death. This isn’t you…this isn’t us. I don’t even know who you are anymore.
The little boy reaches out and touches Vanderwood’s face and Vanderwood feels a sharp pain in his chest as he stares at his past self. An innocent boy with a normal family. A normal life. None of this secret agent bullshit. He just fucking wanted to be normal.
To be happy.
The little boy gives him a small smile.
You can still be happy, Vanderwood…It’s not too late…
The little boy lets go of him then starts to sink into the dark abyss, small bubbles rising up as his breath is depleted.
No. No! Let me save you!
Vanderwood swims down desperately, his body already fighting to remain conscious, to remain alive. But no. No more deaths. He can’t let the boy die. Not again.
Go back, Vanderwood. It’s too late for me. Go back…go home. And save yourself…save us...Minjun.
With a gasp, the secret agent jolts into a sitting position, his eyes wide, his entire body drenched in sweat. Gone are the cries for help, the physical pain in his body, the vast ocean. No —he’s back in his room, and he’s on his bed. Vanderwood feels a small hand on his back and he tenses.
Izabella
As soon as he wakes up she wipes away the tears from her eyes, one hand presses on his back and the other one finds one of his hands. He's still shaking, trying to make sense of where he is. She wants to cry once more looking at his face, the face of a child, one that's alone and scared, she knows the expression very well.
"Baby," her voice as soft as she can manage, praying he doesn't notice her concern, Vanderwood blinks a couple of times before looking at her and she gives him a smile. She cups his face, her thumbs drawing circles over his cheeks.
He holds her wrists, "Bella..." there is a hint of hesitation on his voice.
"Yes, Baby, I am here with you," she feels him shaking again and her heart twists painfully.
"Bella," he whispers because her name is his lifeline, tears pool his eyes and when he blinks the droplets run down his face.
She presses her forehead on his, he never lets go of his hold on her, "You are safe, you are with me and I am with you, you are safe..."
He hugs her burying his face on her chest muffling his crying. It was a nightmare. It isn't too late, there is still hope, there is still a chance to be happy, to save the little boy and himself. She wraps her arms around his neck, remaining like that until his breathing returns to normal.
"Minjun?" He hums in response, "Baby, I cannot be there inside your dreams, but I am here in the real world waiting for you... promise me that you will think of us, of how happy you make me, of how you save me every day."
He looks at her wondering if it's true and she is really not aware of what happens in his nightmares, "Bella, I love you."
"I love you too," she pecks his lips.
They lay down facing each other, she runs her fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes. He relaxes feeling her touch, listening to her breathing, knowing the light that she brings to his life is greater than the shadows of the past. So, he drifts again and this time it's not the haunting nightmares, but hopes of the future that meet him in the land of dreams.
Izabella doesn't sleep that night, like many others, she remains awake watching over his sleep. She smiles to herself thinking that in the morning she will have proof that this time around instead of taking a life... he is responsible for a new one.
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Habits: People-watching. Tends to organize everything, even when not asked to. Fidgets with her fingers if she is nervous/anxious
Ambition: Be able to stand by herself.
Greatest fear: To be left behind. The dark.
Takes her time with people, she tends to feel guilty because she wants to trust them. When she finally does she is loyal and will give her life for them.
A car crash took the lives of her parents when she was seven. She inherited her parent's cafe: The Broken Cup.
Father was an accountant
Mother was a teacher.
When her parents passed she lived with her maternal grandparents, until she was old enough to live by herself. They moved back to the country when she was able to carry the responsibilities of working and owning the cafe.
Her Uncle (Mom's Brother) helps her run the cafe.
Izabella believes love is a feeling far from her reach, she was betrayed by the person who was supposed to love her. In all honesty, love stories are only that, stories.
She constantly visits her parents and up till this day she cries like the first time. Won't say it out loud but there is anger in her heart, towards the life she was given; the one where her parents are taken away. She prays for happiness, deep down doubting she deserves it.
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