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mammonprotectionsquad · 1 year

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Lemme just yeet this little self-indulgent comfort piece I wrote last night, before I disappear back into the void again xD

Breaking point

Vanderwood x Reader

"You're such a sunshine!"

"You always help others and barely ever seem to be in a bad mood. How do you do that?"

Yes, how did you do it? You were a positive person who liked to help others, no question. But you also had a hard time saying no and the mere thought of potentially leaving someone haning, or worse, disappoint them made you nauseous and anxious. So even on days where you were struggling, you put on this mask of "everything is fine" as to not be a bother for the people around you.

To say it was draining was an understatement. And especially recently you started to feel more and more like you were only a shell of yourself anymore. Your body heavy and even the things you usually enjoyed felt like too much of a chore.

Dragging yourself into your home, you simply dropped your bag next to the door, kicking off your shoes without really caring if they'd end up in the way or not.

"I'm home...", you announced, followed by a heavy, stuttering sigh.

It didn't take long until your boyfriend popped his head into the hallway, eyes narrowing when he took you in. Shoulders slumped, still standing in front of the door looking nearly like a kicked puppy.

Suddenly strong arms wrapped around you and it was enough to make the cracked walls you've kept up all day begin to crumble all at once. Causing tears to stream down your face as you buried it on Vanderwood's chest.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

You simply shook your head and he didn't push it. If there was one person who understood that it wasn't always easy, or helpful, to immediately talk about things, it was him. And you have probably never been more grateful for it than in that moment.

For a while, you didn't know just how long, you two simply remained standing there. You clinging to his shirt, while he rubbed soothing circles into your back, occasionally dropping kisses to the top of your head. Once the stream of tears began to stop, turning more into quiet sniffles, the brunette picked you up like it was nothing. Only setting you down once you had reached the couch, where you promptly got turned into a blanket burrito.

It never ceased to amaze and amuse you how he turned into a mother hen as soon as you were feeling bad in any kind of way. Making sure you'd stay hydrated, grabbing your favorite snacks, just like turning on your comfort movie, before he joined you on the couch. Vanderwood also always let it up to you to decide on whether you wanted to keep some distance or not, never just assuming. And while there were days where you didn't feel like getting touched, it wasn't one of those. So you wiggled close enough to rest your head on his lap and with the way he continously ran his hands through your hair, you slowly but surely felt your body relax. The weight of the past weeks melting away in the comfortable silence shared between you that only got filled by the movie playing on TV. This was probably exactly what you needed; an evening of doing nothing but relaxing with the love of your life. And the fact that you knew he only dropped his tough act around you? It made your heart flutter every time the thought crossed your mind.

At some point you turned around to be able to look up at him, a somewhat sleepy smile on your lips.

"Vandy? Thank you..."

"You feeling a bit better now?"

"Mhm~"

"Then let's get you to bed. You look tired."

Even though you sat up, instead of trying to get out of your blanket cocoon you wrapped your arms around his neck, lips pressed to his cheek.

"Carry me? Please?"

Vanderwood let out a sigh, though at the same time he still picked you up. He tried to pretend as if he was annoyed, but you could see the way the corners of his lips quirked up.

"Don't think this will become a regular thing. It's an exception today."

"Mhm. You also said that the last time. And the time before that, and before that, and-"

He effectively cut you off with a kiss, though you still ended up giggling into it.

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mochiimiiki · 1 year

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| Vanderwood Route |

Summary: The sirens echoed around you, drowning out the now muffled screams of pain, fear and anger. A part of you was unsure if any of the sounds were coming from you as you dragged yourself across the floor, inexplicably burning up. Everything around you was fiery hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Just how did you get yourself into this predicament?

A/N: Okay! Hi guys, so sorry for not posting but here have the first chapter for this Vanderwood fic, that will have 11 Chapters (maybe a bonus too) in total! Enjoy my crappy fic :)

Spoilers for Another Story etc.

Warnings: innuendos, trigger warnings of blood, death, violence, gunshots scenes, Vandy swears

If any of these make you uncomfortable then feel free to skip said scenes or to ignore this!

{Day One}

Your eyes narrowed at the phone. It wasn’t overly old, definitely an iphone of sorts but certainly was one of the older bands. You double checked the address that flared up at you. Practically demanding you to open the door. A gut wrenching feeling of uncertainty settled in your stomach as you stared at the apartment before you. So far the only off putting thing about the scenario was the slightly creepy vibes that you got off of the ‘unknown’ guy. Having one last final debate with yourself you typed in the password and stepped inside.

The apartment was as clean as a crisp, it had the appearance of one of those set-up walk in homes that were trying to make a sell on the real estate market. For a moment you feared this might be a set up to some show. “Hello?” You called meekly, sheepishly peaking your head inside. “Uh, I have your phone?” No answer.

Suddenly, the phone in question buzzed incessantly.

You had just entered a new chat, with people (or so you presumed it was people) who were unaware of your presence. That was until the one labelled 707 started spamming the chat with a string of ‘AAAAH’s.

707: HOWD ZOU GRT HERE!!!!!!!

yoosung ☆: typos lolol

yoosung ☆: seven wht u on- OMG STRANGER DANGER?!

Jumin Han: ?

Jaehee: ? seconded

ZEN: Seven did you let... someone in?

707: NO IDNT

ZEN: typos... again.

You watched the chaos unfold in the chat, utterly bewildered. Just who were these... people? Why did it matter you entered their chatroom, it was just a chatroom? Besides it was clear that this phone had the app on it before, so you were just using their phone surely it wasn’t such a surprise... It was the same name after all, right?

MC: Uh... hi?

yoosung ☆: EEP! It talks!!!!!!!

Jumin Han: How did you gain access to our messenger? Luciel?

707: HOLD ON CHECKING CAMERS!!!!

Cameras? You gasped and spun around to the door, searching for the cameras, surely they weren’t spying on you? That’s when your face dropped. There placed perfectly above the door was a small black camera, hidden in the corner of the hallway, unnoticeable if not pointed out. You gave the camera a sheepish wave and held up the phone before typing in the chat.

MC: Sorry to barge in! I was given the address and code to return this phone I found um... who owns this phone?

707: No way... guys she accessed Rika’s apartment. She’s standing there right now in the hallway.

yoosung ☆: SHEWHAYT!?

*V has entered the chatroom*

Jumin Han: V? Do you know this girl?

Your mind, to say the least, was fried. You hadn’t intended on causing such a ruckus today. In fact, all you wanted to do today was search for a new apartment while you tried to escape the clutches of your crazed, lunatic of a roommate. However, looking at the situation here made you double back on your decisions and debate on retreating to the psycho you deemed your roommate.

MC: UM... look i really mean no bother I really was trying to return this, the guy on the phone told me to come here... does Rika own the phone can I give it to her?

V: MC... is it? Listen there is a cafe down the street from you, would you mind meeting me there? I’ll be there in about ten minutes.

V: Luciel.

707: ...ye?

V: Call me.

*V has left the chatroom*

You stood there dazed. What... just happened? You didn’t even get a chance to interject. The members each seemed just as dazed as you were, still debating with themselves whilst you had an internal argument on the plan to go see this mysterious guy you just met on the internet or bail this crazy scheme entirely.

Feeling no less unnerved than you had when you arrived you decided your best bet would be to put up with this crazy half thought out plan. Nothing terrible could truly happen. You were meeting him in a public place after all. After bidding these new members a strange farewell you grabbed your bag that lay halfheartedly against the too painfully white walls and headed out in pursuit of this cafe the mysterious V had mentioned.

You checked the address that V had forwarded to you, making sure once again that this was the place you had arranged. You sat down apprehensively, jumping in the swivel stool as each person entered. You had no idea what he looked like, and until now just realised you had been in fact guessing he was a he, the little icon from your previous chat provided little leeway for your guesses. Your thoughts disturbed when a quiet voice snapped your spiralling queries.

“Hello, I hope you’re MC?”

Your eyes lifted from your phone taking in the person before you. Your guesses were right; he was a man, and certainly not just any man… he had the face of a model! You could’ve sworn an inaudible ‘wow’ escaped your lips as you took in his dishevelled turquoise locks that curled perfectly into his face and framed his defined cheekbones. And the way in which his eyes slanted ever so slightly, provided him a look belonging to the wise. Oh and his eyes, he had such gentle, kind eyes. Immediately you felt a tension lift from your shoulders (one you hadn’t realise had settled there), as he took away your worries with a soft hum and warm eyes.

“May I take a seat?”

“Please.”

V ran through a bunch of things, things that left you sitting there utterly bewildered once more. The day just gradually became more and more confusing.

“I would like something to ask of you, MC?”

“Hm?” You hummed politely glancing up to meet his soft gaze from your steaming coffee. “I hope...” He began, voice akin to his kind eyes. “That you would join the R.F.A.”

At that you choked on your sip, dismissing V’s worried hands as he tried to comfort your coughing fit. You? Join them? You didn’t even know these people! It comforted you even less when he insisted you stay in the apartment. Especially after learning that it belonged to his ex-fiancee. You didn’t know how to process this information, much less relay your reluctance about the whole idea to the head of the organisation, no less. However long you took to answer V sat back with a gentle smile, patience evident through his body language. He really did appear like an angel to you.

“Um... while I appreciate your offer... sir, I really did just want to return the phone.”

“I completely understand.” He returned, same level of confidence and patience unwavering in his words. “I just feel that because of such... unusual circumstances in which you came to find our little app it may prove to be an issue for you.”

“Issue?” You echoed, confusion written in bold letters across your furrowed brows.

“Only a hunch.” He smiled back, once again his warmth evaporating any worries that may have previously infested your mind. Your fingers itched and your knee bounced anxiously beneath the table. “Alright...” You began slowly, swallowing your coffee as you allowed his words to truly sink in. “May I at least think on it, like have a nights sleep and... uhm tell you tomorrow? Or something?”

“I wouldn’t ask anything more of you.” He nodded contemplating your request. For a moment you feared that he wouldn’t let you go and would kidnap you to be apart of this charity organisation, as though it were a kind of cult. But you were quickly reminded that this was not in fact a movie or soap opera, or drama thing of any kind and in reality things such as cults and kidnappings didn’t happen to ordinary people such as yourself.

V pushed the little rickety french chair away from the table, the cafe he had chosen seemed to fit him so well. It was petite and had a frenchesque style, something that seemed very befitting to a man so beautiful. “Reach out to me tomorrow, I’ll tell Luciel to grant you access. And for now I welcome you temporarily to the R.F.A, until you’ve made your decision.”

And with that the two of you departed, shaking hands like old friends do.

You slumped back in the chair allowing your brain to catch up with the speed of events. In just three hours you found yourself with a new phone, an apartment to rest in and a job of sorts.

You debated whether or not pinching yourself would bring you any kind of consolation or just a little bruise. Sipping the rest of your coffee you decided to make your way back to the pristine apartment, which to V’s request you would sleep in until you came to your decision. Maybe it was naive of you to trust his kind smile and warm-hearted words. But suddenly you felt a perk to your walk and thought that maybe life could get more sunny afterall.

- - - Vanderwood - - -

Kicking the gravel from under his foot Vanderwood stalked up the driveway with a scowl etched onto his handsome features. He was furious. How was it his job to be involved with the stupid red headed brat? It wasn’t like he was the lazy one mucking about. But alas, ever since they’d assigned him to the weird red head kid Vanderwood’s life had been utter chaos. More so than the usual.

Vanderwood banged on the door. “Yo Seven, open this damn thing.” Briefly the air went still and time froze. Raising a fist to continue pounding the gate finally clicked and slowly opened. Vanderwood scoffed. “Trust him to only let me in when he thinks I’m gonna wreck his precious creation.”

Seven spun around to face Vanderwood with a wicked grin. “Oh Mary have you come to look little ol’ me?” He blinked, feigning innocence. Vanderwood folded his arms - thoroughly unimpressed.

“No, I’ve come to tase some sense into that thick skull of yours.” Seven mumbles something unintelligible as her turned back to his screens. Vanderwood momentarily cringed. He truly thought that staring at those screens all day might one day give Seven square eyes. “Jesus, would you look at the state of this place?”

“Mary!” Seven gasped. “That is utter blasphemy.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“To think you’d use such language.” Seven tutted, shaking his red locks to and fro as his fingers stilled. Vanderwood scowled, glaring daggers into the backs of his head. “It’s shameful, Mary.”

“Not my name.” Vanderwood’s eyes lazily drawled over his screens, observing with little interest just what Seven was up to. With an audible sigh Vanderwood realised just why the red had been slacking off. “Are you shitting me? The charity shit? Seven - fuck - I told you before, I’m only letting it slide if you actually do your work.”

Seven remained quiet, his body tensed. Vanderwood knew immediately that Seven was guilty. It didn’t take a genius to read body language. Vanderwood toed a packet of filthy crisps away, he felt a headache coming on. Slipping out his cigarette packet he was determined to let off some steam, figuratively and literally.

“Oh no you don’t.” Seven cut in, spinning in his chair to face Vanderwood with a rare scowl. “If you’re going to do that, smoke it outside.”

“It’s cold.” He retorted.

“Don’t care. My house, my rules.” He waved Vanderwood off, making the latter grumble out in protest. Before the two could begin arguing Seven’s computer bleeped.

“Is that the work for your man? Is it done?” Vanderwood stuffed the cigs back into his pocket, determined to sneak one later.

Seven shook his head. “No, I’m running a background test on someone.” He rubbed his neck sheepishly, mouse clicking across the screen.

“MC…” Vanderwood read her full name aloud, eyes scanning over the rest of her features. Age details, family, job, hobbies. At first glance she appeared to be any other girl, simple and ordinary. He frowned. What did she have to do with anything? Unless she worked for a rivalry agency?

“She’s just regular.” Seven tutted, as though reading Vanderwood’s thoughts. “As suspected… but how’d she even manage to get in then?”

“In?”

“The chatroom.”

“Damn it! You’re doing personal shit? Seven-”. The screen flashed and was replaced with a black reflection. The two exchanged glances before suddenly green code sprung up with a message - I’ll Hack It All. Vanderwood stared blankly, before scoffing. “Did you go and get yourself an arch nemesis? Congrats you can be that Dames Bond you rave about.”

“Vanderwood.” Seven cut in, incredibly serious for a change of pace. Vanderwood raised a brow, debating how likely it would be the younger agent might actually kill him if he smoked in his place.

“I need a favour.”

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natasha-in-space · 1 year

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What are your headcanons of Vanderwood having a significant other that's the opposite of him ?

Someone's who's opposite of Vanderwood? Well, this could go two ways, really. While it's definitely true that the opposites oftentimes attract, this does not take away the obvious disagreements that will arise between you with time. This doesn't make it bad or good, it's just something you'll have figure out between each other in the future! I could see Vanderwood either really admiring someone who's the total opposite of them, or finding them painfully naive.

We don't know much about Vanderwood... but we do know that he values his own safety first and foremost. It's not something they're proud of, it's just something they had to learn in order to survive in the harsh environment that is always ready to eat them alive. If he really was as selfish and uncaring as he'd like to appear to you as, he wouldn't cover for Saeyoung for literal years, and he certainly wouldn't help Saeran escape safely in his AE, thus putting his own life at risk.

Vanderwood is a person with a kind heart that had to adapt a thick skin in order to keep themselves safe.

So... I guess, the opposite of him would be someone who had to go through a lot in their life, but instead of focusing on their own survival, they do their best to keep other people safe, sometimes to their own detriment. And again, I can see Vanderwood both admiring someone like that and viewing them as foolish all at the same time. He won't be repulsed by you, not at all. It's implied that he does not hold himself up in a good light... and it's not difficult to see why.

Their hands are tainted with blood, while yours are not, and that's what makes you two so different from each other. You're way better than them.

It can certainly be a fun dynamic to play around with.

Vanderwood could teach you to value your own well-being more, while you could help him be more open to the world in return. It won't be easy, though. You both will have to work on yourselves in order to make this relationship work, much like any healthy relationship. A secret agent's life is one that is filled with danger and cruelty on every corner, and by getting this close to Vanderwood... you're putting yourself at risk of being hurt. I think the biggest conflict would arise from that dilemma.

Just like Saeyoung, Vandy would try and push you away as desperate as they can, attention to make it seem like they don't care about you, while in reality, they are terrified of you getting hurt because of them. Someone like you, who's always willing to help others, even while putting your own needs aside... you shouldn't involve yourself in a dirty world like that.

It would eat you up alive. And he wouldn't want that.

But, with patience and support, it can work. You two complete each other, and that's what so beautiful about your relationship.

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darling-aries · 2 years

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Saeyoung: no, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess?

Vanderwood: your life?

Saeyoung: I- well yes, but-

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antiochean · 2 years

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Ok here are my Weirdly Specific Vanderwood headcanons

Was hesitant to post this cuz it kind of spoils my writing, but I'm still constantly debating posting my writing, and making a list is light and fun

TW for drug use, trauma. The vibes get kinda bad after the read more. But then they pick back up a little.

Alright check this out:

Could be very good with technology if they were interested

But as it is they aren't. Computers and smartphones are things they have to deal with for work.

The more analog the better. In fact, they somehow have a tape player in their car, and they keep tapes around. They love the feeling of their music taking up physical space.

Because they're very affected by their environment. Cozy environment equals a cozy Vanderwood. If their space is disorganized they can't focus on anything else.

What they enjoy listening to is mostly old metal and rock. Think Queen, Mötley Crüe. Music that drips glitter and gold.

I mean where do you think they got their haircut and leopard print from if not glam metal

They were raised in the UK and exposure to glam metal androginy was their gender awakening

I headcanon them as bigender and bisexual. Totally not because I'm projecting my gender and sexuality onto them. Nuh-uh. He/they lol

They love beautiful things. Gold, specially. Silk. But they don't allow themselves to wear it. (Yet?)

They own many scarves

Contrary to popular belief I don't think they blush very easily at all. They're very good at keeping their cool. They do, however, avoid eye contact when flustered, sometimes swallow dryly. And if you pay close attention, you'll notice they hold their breath, too.

I see them as a trauma kid. Probably had an absent mother figure and shitty father figure. Very low income childhood household.

Tried to be a good kid for most of their childhood. Realized in high school that that wasn't working, and became a delinquent shithead.

An incident while playing with fire/homemade explosives seriously injured a kid their age and put them in juvie

They got picked up by the agency six months later. They were 16. Kids with nothing to lose make for excellent killers.

Having injured that kid actually fucked them up pretty bad. Their personality did a full 180 after that. Ego death.

They're now completely desensitized to gore. Still find it unhygienic, but not disturbing.

Watch slasher movies as a coping mechanism. Specially shitty old slashers with practical effects.

They're only ever not ashamed of laughing out loud when they're watching slashers or spy movies.

Or if they're doing it sarcastically, I guess

They have OCD. They obsess with cleanliness and numbers.

They're always counting. Very good with quick math cuz they're always doing it. Sometimes a number pops up and they have to tap a joint (wrist, knee) that number of times to avert some grotesque catastrophe.

No one can see the tapping. If anyone sees it, grotesque catastrophe.

Sometimes it's like their sanity relies on everything being perfectly under control. And they're actually pretty good at keeping things under control and preparing for every situation, so you rarely get to see them having to deal with what is, to them, the catastrophe scenario.

They have a lot of practice at analyzing people/psychological and personality profiling. They're also always doing it out of habit. And it is a lot like math. They can't allow themselves to have interactions that aren't transactional, anyways, so socializing ends up being math.

The way they allow themselves to understand value is very practical - they're good if they're useful. That means they enjoy shooting a lot, cause they're good at it.

They have psychosis when on drugs, but didn't make the link between the drugs and the psychosis for a while, and abused drugs for years.

Became obsessed with divine geometry during those, felt that the patterns that they found in numbers were messages from a higher being.

Swore off drugs after an extremely bad paranoia bender. It made them realize how much they really, really didn't want to die.

Dropped the God stuff by that point. Wanting to survive was enough for them.

Mostly abused drugs with huge crashes.

Because they're a total emotional masochist

The type of person to Relish in an unrequited crush, as it confirms their bias that they're unworthy of love.

Torture themselves by keeping track of where they could be in life if they had actually gone to college

They feel like they're hardening themselves when they do it. That they're turning themselves more and more into a cold, indestructible weapon.

Cope by completely emptying themselves. And they feel safe when they're empty. Emotions equal danger

Because if they care about something, it will be taken from them, and absolutely destroy them

While working for the agency, they have plenty of excuses to be bad at relationships. Plus, they're scared you'll be terrified when you realize what a monster they've been their whole life, and they're terrified they'll lose control and do something horrible. But leaving the agency adds a whole new layer of "What if I let myself hope for a normal life and all of my hopes get crushed"

So yeah trying to get close to them will involve a lot of them avoiding you to keep themselves and you safe. Expect many unanswered texts and "Oh yeah I'm actually on the other side of the continent right now sorry I didn't tell you anything beforehand"

When a person with an avoidant attachment style is in love or in a relationship, it starts building up pressure. It builds up stress - a primal urge to run for your life. There are outbursts, fights.

They're usually capable of apologizing if they're unreasonable, though, after they cool down. They really don't want to lose you.

The urge to run is there in other places, too. They usually leave the room immediately after waking up from a PTSD nightmare.

By default, they're allergic to expressing positive emotions

But damn. When they start warming up to you and taking breaks from fighting the positive feelings more and more frequently. They care about you so much

You just have to know/learn how to read the signs

They'll easily get attached to someone who understands them and understands their boundaries and not to cross them. They're working so hard on being better about emotions!! Give them time. Don't make them too uncomfortable, or they'll shut down and pull away.

They value nonverbal communication because of how hard it is for them to be honest and upfront about things that matter to them. Sometimes a conversation will approach one of their boundaries and you two will look at each other and just know. Without having to say anything. You know the things they can't say yet are already there.

This wreck of a human being wants to be understood so bad. They CRAVE the mortifying ordeal of being known. Demonstrate insight into their personality and you'll live in their head rent free forever and ever. Same for remembering like, their favorite ice cream flavor or some offhand comment they made. They don't expect you to be interested enough to do these things.

He has so many scars. Try to avoid touching the one on his back from when a bullet punctured his lung. On a bad day, it'll knock him out of breath all over again.

Emotions are intimate and therefore dangerous and scary. Sex is easy though. They're bad at emotions and good at sex.

I imagine that in the beginning of a relationship they'd use sex as a love language a lot, cuz physical intimacy is the only type of intimacy they have any experience in.

Also. Acts of service. They will NOT let you drive. They will NOT let you cook. How else will you know they love you. They need this. Put the car keys down slowly and nobody gets hurt

Will also show they care by giving any hobby you have a serious try.

Stark comes from Game of Thrones, not Iron Man. They watched the first season when it came out and never recovered. Read all the books. They're a total geek about it.

GOD that got long. Can you tell I think about this character a normal amount. Anyways thanks for reading this far. Will you marry me

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cupcakefactory · 1 year

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Hey! I was just wondering if you could maybe do a female reader x Vanderwood (or 707 if you feel more comfortable) where the reader gets involved in a mission of theirs (it was never intentional but they saw an opportunity to help resolve things I guess?) and it all works out, but Vanderwood/707 becomes mad at them because they could’ve been hurt? A little bit of angst/fluff y’know👀. No problem if you don’t feel comfortable at all. Thank you💗

Okay; first things first – I use they/them for vandy, vandy is our they/them monarch and we love them for it. Also my brain is being awkward today so MC has been given a temp name Onna, it means woman in Japanese.

ALSO SO FUCKING SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I SWEAR I GOT DISTRACED MORE THAN 1000 TIMES WRITING

Writing under the cut ^^

WC: 1586

“What are you doing Onna?!”

A bellowing voice rings out from behind you, who was that? You recognised it enough.. but, you don’t actually know what you’ve done wrong. All you were doing was working your job, weren’t you? Serving a simple customer whatever they ordered. Twirling on your heals you meet vanderwoods menacing gaze – They looked angry that’s for sure. Vanderwood, your friend from childhood who you had rekindled with after joining, or well, being forced into the RFA. That felt like a while ago now – you still can’t believe just have naive you had been to accept an invitation from some stranger to test a game.

That is how you re-met Vanderwood, you had been on the run with 707 and V – hiding in a worn down shack in the woods when Seven announced his maid was going to be joining you both. A little strange, but from the few brief interactions you had had with Seven it wasn’t anything too unusual, actually, it kinda fit into his narrative for him to have a maid – however crazy that thought may sound to other people. You can still remember when you saw them again, you could recognise that face anywhere, although they had grown Vanderwood still looked nearly identical to how they did when they disappeared at 15. You couldn’t tell straight away if they recognised you back but after many backwards and forwards glances from them you came to the conclusion that if they didn’t recognise you they had grown into a bit of a creep.

“I..I’m working..”

Your voice sounded pathetic, honestly you had no idea why you still felt a little threatened by them. You lived with them, you had seen them prance around with a frilly pink apron on (Sevens request obviously, Vanderwood was not impressed and you did find yourself at times trying to hold by a laugh), scold seven holding a wooden spoon like a mother would her child and you’d seen them heal a sick V from the brink of death. You knew Vanderwood was a good person that’s why it confused you why you were so nervous of them right now – maybe it was the way their voice sounded at that moment, you had got use to hearing it in a more gentle tone when hanging out with just the two of you. You had even heard them laugh once or twice – although god forbid you tell Seven that, your world may as well end on the spot. The gentle tone was gone, replaced with a rough belting one. You wondered for a moment why people weren’t looking at them – they were making enough noise that the whole café should be aware of his presence.

“This isn’t time for Jokes.”

Their warm breathe against your ear made you jump, right, that’s why the whole café hadn’t turned round. Vanderwood was right behind you whisper-yelling in your ear, Maybe your creep theory from the cabin could have some truth behind it because this was totally creepy right now. You couldn’t really say anything back because – well you weren’t joking around. You were working, this is what you do, and yeah it sucks. Managing to ignoring his lingering loud presence you continued to work around the shop, picking up glasses and plates for the regular and new customers with the basic smile every retail or hospitality worker has been able to make, Making small chat with the elderly customers who make their way to the café every Friday for the same thing, a cup of tea and a slice of cake, they always had interesting stories you enjoyed listening too.

This seemed to piss Vanderwood off, how in the world could you be so damn calm right now when this whole café could be under attack at any second? For the first time in a while they felt themselves starting to panic, you had brought out the one emotion they never really wanted to feel. They loved you, god they loved you so much that they took on extra missions so they could insure the world was a safer place for you to live. It was selfish for them to love you, they knew that. You deserved someone like you, someone with a kind heart, someone who could make time for you in a way he never really would be able too. His whole like was about missions, even though they loved you, they would drop everything to do as their boss says. It’s the life they live, and it isn’t glamorous; and they defiantly don’t want you mixed up in it. But right now? Right now they didn’t have a choice, they knew the terrorists that HQ had warned them off where probably closing in with every second they spent wondering after you in a hurry, they had no choice. Tugging at your arm to force eye contact, they mutter something into your ear.

“Clear the floor. This café is under attack”

That surprised you, what?! The little café in the middle of Seoul that no one knew about what under attack? You nearly laughed until you saw Vanderwoods gaze, oh, they were serious. Anyone could recognise that, you went to say something back when you felt an object being placed very gently in the pocket of your apron. What was that..? Before the question left your lips – they were gone. Lifting your hand up to the pocket, you could have passed out from shock – the vague but recognisable outline of a handgun was easily detectable. The adrenaline that flooded through your body then, as you looked for the easiest way to get everyone out, grabbing a cup of oil you splashed it onto a burning hob – creating a magnificent display of yellow and orange flames, however, as much as you desired too you couldn’t sit around right now and watch the flames dance. You hit the fire alarm to get people moving outside when something was planted against your head.

“Huh?~ What have we here, hmm? A little informant from WISE {Yes I am unoriginal as fuck have spy x family content as well}?” Well that sickly sweet voice was certainly annoying as fuck, what was WISE? Well, using the 2 singular brain cells you seemed to hold at that moment it became pretty obvious that they thought you worked for the same Organisation as 707 and Vanderwood. Great, this is just great, they (as in Vanderwood) were telling the truth and now your stood in the middle of a burning café with what you can only assume is the head on a gun pushed against your skull, If this didn’t seem like one of those horrible nightmare you suffered from during childhood you weren’t too sure what did. You seemed to only have a second or two to think before it all became a blurred mess of voices, and most importantly gun shots. You aren’t sure at all what happened.. it just all went black.

“Onna?! Come on Onna.. don’t die on me now girl. Luciel come on!! Answer your damn phone that’s what you fucking have it for.”

That was a new form for that voice to take, It was laced with concern and worry in a way you had never heard before. What had happened to make Vanderwood so.. scared? You couldn’t tell.. until you went to sit up and a shooting stabbing pain made you pretty much yelp out. You were sure you should have screamed louder, but your throat and voice seemed sore – almost as if they had been the one injured. You tapped around your body, okay at least you were alive, well – you assumed ghosts couldn’t feel themselves or pain, you weren’t really too sure on this matter. Going to wipe the sweat on your forehead you notice that your hand is covered in blood, your blood, holy shit, you had been shot. Normal Friday am-I right lads. {I am so sorry}. It was probably a good job blood didn’t cause you too pass out cause there was a shit tone of it, dripping from everywhere… well that was an exaggeration, it was one bullet hole but, it felt like a lot more! You looked up to meet Brown eyes that looked the same way that voice from earlier sounded, Concerned. They were concerned.

“Oh thank.. im not religious, but thank whatever it up there that you are alive.”

Quickly, almost too quickly you were pulled into their arms, a small but almost happy sigh leaving their lips as they held your weak body against theirs. Until.. they pulled away and almost glared at you.

“What was that about?! Do you know that she would have killed ya? The gun was meant as a fucking last resort Onna, not to be used like a childs toy. Honestly if I knew you would be so irresponable with it I wouldn’t have fucking given it to you. No, don’t say anything. We are going to the hospital.”

You couldn’t say anything even if you wanted too, because behind that forced anger you could see tears forming in their eyes. Oh how you loved his idiotic man.. and oh how you knew you would help him again if he ever needed it.

#vanderwood #vanderwood mystic messenger #vanderwood x reader #707 mystic messenger #Mystic messenger #707

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riddleymethis · 1 year

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Ok fine I'll actually write on this blog

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Hi, I'm Odin! (He/they/it) and I've been writing for roughly 7 years now. I used to dabble in x reader and it's time I get back into it.

I write for these fandoms:

- Inside Job

- Mystic Messenger

- Genshin Impact (adult characters only for romantic reqs)

- mp100 (adult characters only for romantic reqs)

And I will write for just about any character?? If it really comes down to a character I can't do, I'll just say so lmao

I don't do:

- Fetish stuff

- non-con, pedo, or anything otherwise illegal (except. Drugs maybe sometimes)

- yandere (sorry as a person with bpd the whole trop just makes me extremely uncomfortable.)

- characters that are minor for romantic reqs. (Sorry. Even if it's strictly non-sexual, I just don't wanna write that as an adult LMAO)

I do:

- NSFW (kind of. I'm nre to writing it so I might just get embarrassed and not post it HAHA)

- full writings, small scenarios, hcs, etc.

- basically anything that's not on my do not list.

I have a right to refuse any requests I get.

That should be it! I'm kind of new to writing on tumblr (ao3 user... LOL) So sorry if I mess things up! Have fun requesting!!

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ijwrsmff · 2 years

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hey, so how do you think Junin and Vanderwood would deal with having a s/o who constantly leaves a light on at night in the house. Do they notice this habit or brush it off? What happens when the lights go out and no one can see and s/o starts hyperventilating and crying. When they were younger, they were kidnapped by an adult and they were locked away in an abandoned dark house for 2 days, so now they got a fear of dark, locked and enclosed?

I did headcanons! I'm glad people have been requesting for Vanderwood. Underrated boy right there. Jumin is amazing as well though! So much fun to write this thank you for requesting ^^

Jumin Han:

He notices immediately, the first day you slept at his house when the hacker was a serious threat

If he didn’t want you to leave his side before…he most certainly didn’t after hearing your story

He was angry, but didn’t show it in case you thought it was directed at you

Jumin would accommodate for you in any way he can

If you didn’t want to be touched when you slept, he would respect that

He would read you stories to help you fall asleep, and get you various arrays of night lights

You were ashamed at first, but Jumin actually opened up to you about it

He used to be afraid of the dark, when he was little

He explained that fears are a part of everyone

Every human being had fears

…his was losing you

That first night, when you began crying silently, Jumin came in to check on you

He held you as you cried, and promised to never keep you in the dark again

It took him some time to get used to sleeping with lights on

But for you?

More than worth it

Vanderwood:

He doesn’t notice initially

Since his location was meant to be a complete secret, he only ever stayed with you

Not the other way around

And not to push your boundaries, he would sleep on the couch

It was when he turned off the lights for you as he left your room that he realized your fear of the dark

Honestly…at first he was extremely insensitive

He didn’t understand how an adult could be afraid of the dark

But after hearing your story…he changed his tune

He would make sure to keep your door open, and leave the lights on

Little did you know, but he found who did that to you

And they did not go painlessly

He cared for you deeply, and hearing how someone hurt you so badly…

He was livid

His anger was more obvious than Jumin’s, but he made you realize it wasn’t directed at you, but those who did that to you

From then on out he would stay in your room, even if it was on the floor

After some time in your relationship he was able to sleep in your bed, but he was always a complete gentleman about it

When he looked at your sleeping face, safe and sound in a well lit room, he knew he would go to great lengths to keep you as safe as you were now

#jumin x reader #jumin han x reader #vanderwood x reader #gn reader #x reader #headcanons #mystic messenger x reader

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ilyvanderwood · 1 year

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The so called 'Star of the Show'

Everyone was excited for the RFA party, mainly since they get to meet you but... where is the 'star of the show' at? Everyone knew you where here but you randomly vanished into dust a few moments in. Little did anyone know, you where being fucked by your boyfriend in a unused room on the top floor.

Warnings : Threesome (FMM), Rough sex, a few mentions of Afab, breeding (?), smut ofc, degradation, pictures/photos taken, implied cumdump. at end

A/N : I don't normally write smut but this was going off in my head so i tried... srry if its bad too LMAO

Smut under cut <3

"AH~ Va-Vanderwood, pl-please slOW-" you get cut off mid sentence 'cause Vanderwood shoved his fingers in your mouth.

"Quiet... You don't want them to hear you now, do you?" He asks lightly compared to his speed while biting your ear. You lightly shake your head no but just enough to let him get the message.

*Knocking* Your eyes widen as you hear a familiar voice. "Y/N ? Are you there?" The voice behind the door asks. Vanderwood takes his fingers out of your mouth but keeps on slamming into you.

"Y-yeah-"you say quickly, before you knew it the door was opened and you saw a very familiar figure standing there shocked. Jumin quickly closes the door enough that a crack is visible

"I-I'm sorry but, Seven wanted me to let you know that your speech is soon" he says before quickly walking away. You turn red, while Vanderwood doesn't seem to care because he wasn't seen.

You both put back on your clothes and run off to the party looking like nothing happened. When you arrived everyone was crowding you other than two tall figures, talking to each other. You obviously didn't think much about it because you had other matters on your plate.

*i dont feel like writing the speech*

After your speech you regroup with Vanderwood and you guys are on your way out when he stops you. Looking in front of you, you see Jumin's car with Driver Kim holding the door open. Vanderwood lightly pushes you towards the car so that you understood what was going on. You enter the car and sit across from Jumin while Vanderwood sits next to you. The entire ride was so silent you swore you could hear a pin drop from a mile away.

Once you got to Jumin's Penthouse, you noticed Vanderwood getting out and signing for you to get out as well. Once you hopped out the car you went up to the room with the two males, one in front and the other in the back. When you reach the room you get pushed in and land on Jumin.

"Seems like your little friend liked what he saw earlier." A voice whispers in your ear. Before you knew it, Vanderwood was ripping apart your panties and tights while Jumin was taking off your dress and bra. Once your completely naked Jumin carry's you to the couch while Vanderwood leaves the room to gather something.

"..fuck" you lightly mummble when you land on the couch. The thought of two men fucking you made you wet. Jumin reaches behind you to grab some lube while the other male came back with a few other items. The two men set you in between each other before grabbing the materials laid out for them.

"What does the little whore want first... the vibrator or dildo?" Jumin whispers in your ear while putting on a gag and a blindfold to cover your view from the two males.

"Why not both? I bet the slut can take it, now can you." Vanderwood responds pulling your back to his chest so there is better access to your hole. Jumin stuffs the dildo and the vibrator into your hole at once while Vanderwood turns up the remote to the max. It makes you jump a bit and arch your back.

The feeling of soft hands around your body makes everything feel so much better. You go to move your hand to your clit when one of the two takes your arm and holds it tight to prevent it from moving. You start to shake a bit when you feel yourself coming up it all stops when the vibrator and dildo gets taken out of your hole and the gag is taken off of you.

"Now.. what does our whore want?" Vanderwood says pinching your nipples making you gasp.

"Fuck me... both of you.." you respond almost immediately out of breath.

"Say it as a good girl would." Jumin says, as he aligns himself to your hole.

"Please fuck m- Ah~!" you get cut off when you feel two dicks slam into you all at once. Its one of the best things you've ever felt. Two cocks slamming into you simultaneously . They slowing become a pattern when one slams into you then the other.

"AaaH~! P-please cum in m-me" you say out of nowhere catching both of the boys off guard but they yet continued. You could feel yourself coming closer and after one last slam, you moaned pretty loudly as you orgasmed all over both of their dicks. They slowly came after and came in your hole at once.

When they pulled out, you where such a mess. Hair everywhere, drooling and their seed leaking out of your hole. Jumin takes a quick few photos before taking off the blindfold. You go to stand up when you get brought back down by Vanderwood.

"Where do you think you're going? We're not done with you yet." He whispers in your ear while nibbling at the lobe. I mean.. at least a few more rounds wont be that bad... right?

wrote this half awake LMAO

Masterlist | Ao3

#vanderwood #vanderwood x mc #vanderwood x reader #smut #vanderwood smut #vanderwood x reader smut #jumin x reader #jumin x mc #jumin han #jumin han x mc #jumin han x reader #jumin han x you #vanderwood x you #mystic messenger #mystic messenger smut

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luc606 · 1 year

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surprise! new fic! it’s rated M so I’ve decided not to cross-post, but you can read it on Ao3 here:

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysmes #vanderwood #vanderwood x mc #vanderwood/mc #vanderwood x reader #vanderwood/reader #mm vanderwood #vanderwood mm #vanderwood mystic messenger #mysme vanderwood #mysme fanfic #mysme fic #mystic messenger headcanons #luc606 #fic #v route #jihyun route

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juminsmysticmc · 2 years

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rfa+minor trio (or just vanderwood) who's middle eastern and insecure about it? (hope you pass by the way! good luck ;D)

Vanderwood x Middle Eastern Mc

Hey there! I decided to go for Vandy only because I thought that having a whole One Shot about him would be nice too once in a while, right?

,,Amira,’’ Vanderwood called you, making you turn your head towards him. He had the feeling that he could look at you for the whole day, look into your dark but large almond-shaped eyes, which seemed to make him drown in darkness. You were beautiful and Vanderwood couldn’t stop the urge to hold your hand, stroke your laterally full cheeks, and kiss your oval-shaped face. But there was one problem. ,,Vanderwood,’’ you whispered, coming closer to him. ,,Don’t say my name here, just say ,,Jagiya’’ or something like that,’’ you almost begged him. But this was something Vanderwood couldn’t possibly understand, your name, meaning princess, was so beautiful, just as beautiful as you and all you could do was to be insecure about it. It seemed as if you didn’t want the world to even find out that you weren’t Korean. However, people who knew you well could notice right away. For example, the fact that your home seemed to be ,,introverted’’, the garden was hiding your place completely to make sure that your privacy was provided. ,,I think I should change furniture,’’ you suddenly said when you opened the door, something that shocked Vanderwood completely. He knew how much you loved your home, the red yellowish carpet on the floor, your wonderful crystal light over the both of you. He even loved the cozy pillows on your fitting couch. Your home was perfect. It looked aesthetically pleasing and showed your origins, something he was proud of. ,,Why? I love it here, it looks so comfortable and beautiful,’’ he mumbled, hoping that he could finally make it clear to you that there was no need for you to fear anything. ,,I’m unsure. What if one day my friends come in here and think it looks stuffy?’’ you asked him, your arms hugging your body as you looked around. ,,They love you for who you are, not for what you or your home looks like. Besides, your home doesn’t look stuffy,’’ he assured you. Your worries unfortunately didn’t get better. Indeed, your insecurity increased day by day. You were scared that the different condiments would smell, you were scared that he didn’t like your food, and just acted as if he liked it. You were basically insecure about your origin until one day, Vanderwood stopped you completely. ,,Amira! Your house looks good! Your food is tasty, your name is beautiful, and you are beautiful! Everything is perfect! Just be proud of being yourself and enjoy your origins!’’ he begged you and indeed, one by one, you began to live more and more comfortably…

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09.05.2022 // 22:40 MEST

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icypopz · 2 years

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MYSTIC MESSENGER MASTERLIST.

choi saeran ( ray , unknown )

choi saeyoung ( 707 , luciel )

han jumin

hyun ryu ( zen )

kang jaehee

kim jihyun ( v )

kim yoosung

vanderwood

masterlist index !

#[ navi — ! ]#[ mystic messenger — ! ]#mystic messenger x reader #saeyoung x reader #jumin x reader #yoosung x reader #zen x reader #mm x reader #v x reader #mysme x reader #saeran x reader #jaehee x reader #vanderwood x reader

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natasha-in-space · 1 year

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A Playful Afternoon

Vanderwood/gn!reader;

Your daily life with Vanderwood is one filled with domestic bliss and warm comfort for you both to enjoy. But, that doesn't mean your partner can't spice things up every once in a while, right? And all it takes is just one teasing comment on your part.

"The hell's all that?"

You didn't even need to raise your eyes at Vanderwood's face to confirm the annoyance that could be felt clear as day the moment they first opened their mouth to speak. Though, not like you could physically do that, even if you wanted to. Not with your arms full of trinkets, boxes and bags of various size. Frankly, it took all of your concentration just to keep them from tumbling down all over the floor! Regardless, you kept on smiling as you gave him your answer, awkwardly swaying in one place in order to keep your small mountain of presents safe and sound. "They're gifts!"

"I swear, if it was your birthday today and you didn't tell me for whatever reason, you're not getting any of my promised bibimbap tonight."

You burst out laughing at such an adorable remark as you finally managed to free yourself from the weight of your souvenirs by carefully placing them on the couch beside your grouchy partner. Sparing a quick glance at their sulky pout was all that was needed to confirm your initial suspicion. He was upset. And maybe... even a little bit jealous? Regardless, you shook your head at their first assumption, eager to rid them of any unnecessary worries. You were not someone who tended to mess with them like that. "Haha, no, don't worry. I wouldn't do that to you! I guess since it's my first proper party after the whole chaos with the bomb and all that, the RFA decided to spoil me. If I knew that was going to happen, I would have brought you with me! I mean, do you have any idea how hard it was to bring all of this here without breaking anything or falling flat on my face in the process?"

"You should have just texted me then, you dummy." Vanderwood grumbled under his nose, his rough voice softening to an almost shy tone as he lowered himself next to your side and placed a quick welcoming kiss to your forehead. You hummed in appreciation, leaning into this quiet gesture of affection, a warm smile creeping onto your lips as soon as you breathed in their cozy scent so close to you.

You missed them.

"I know you don't like big and loud events like that." You replied, picking up one specific tray of intricate chocolates that Zen has given to you and bringing one of the sweets up to his lips with a lighthearted giggle. They stared at it, their dark brown eyes widening in surprise ever so slightly, before their shoulders slowly relaxed and they took the chocolate from your fingers, a light blush quickly covering their cheeks as they moved away. You didn't tease them for their reactions, even if you wanted to. After all, you knew how much it meant for Vanderwood to show so much of his hidden vulnerability to someone. And, he was still learning. Living a free life is a process that the former agent was only starting to get used to, and you were patient with him. "Besides, if it was my birthday, I'd rather spend it with you and only you. Frankly, I don't even need any gifts. Maybe only your cooking. So, you got nothing to worry about. But... it's cute that you're thinking of me in this way."

Much to your surprise, this time it was them who took the initiative, reaching down into a pile of presents and picking up a certain plush that has clearly gotten their attention. To be fair, you didn't even have to guess twice to know, who it was from. Judging by their raised brow, they were not that impressed with this choice of gift giving.

"A Longcat plush, really? I guess I should be grateful that kid did not give you a fire breathing robot or something just to spite me. I sure hope he didn't give you this in front of that handsome actor of yours, though. That would be quite a sight to behold."

"Thankfully not." You snickered, stroking the soft fur of the plush. Saeyoung sure was excited to give you this first hand. That redheaded boy loved cats to bits and pieces, so it's only fair for him to share this love with his loved ones. Or, well... More like you were one of a few people who were willing enough to humor his extended babbles about cats and all that was great about them. Could this be considered a gift of his friendship, then? "But I wouldn't put it past him. He also thanked me for being by your side. Said he's glad you found someone who made you less grumpy and uptight!"

"I am not uptight."

"Sure you're not." You merely smirked, watching him puff out his cheeks in defiance. A part of you wanted to poke him and watch him try and find believable excuses that would defend his case against you. "You're just... old fashioned!"

"That is not better!" Vanderwood huffed, now crossing both of their arms across their chest and glaring daggers at you, like an irritated cat who's tail just been pulled. You could see now why Saeyoung had such a knack for poking fun at his supervisor.

"What? I like old fashioned!"

He merely narrowed his eyes at you, clearly not pleased with your answer.

"Are you calling me an old man or something?"

"Pfft- Where did that even come from!?" Laughter bubbled up deep within your chest, getting harder and harder for you to hold it back. Much to your partner's displeasure, you were finding this predicament much too amusing. Though, before you could slip away and return to your relaxed gift unpacking, you found a pair of big hands placing themselves onto your shoulders, keeping you seated neatly on your place.

Eager to see what's going to come next, you only watched silently, as they slowly leaned forward, their forehead almost touching yours. A few strands of their soft hair tickled playfully at the skin of your warm cheeks, as if they were testing your endurance for this next challenge that was soon to come. Vanderwood's voice came out husky and intense, making a shiver ran down your spine, as you stared deep within their dark eyes. "So. First you come back from your fun party with hands full of presents, and now you're making fun of me? Say, what am I supposed to think here?"

You gulped, your teasing grin slowly turning into one of embarrassment and nervousness. It's not like he was seriously angry with you. You could see that. This was a different kind of questioning, one that was making you read between the lines and create a whole plethora of fun scenarios in your own head.

Vanderwood wasn't a jealous man. Insecure at times, maybe, but they respected your privacy and encouraged you forming meaningful connections with other people. No, this wasn't a matter of petty jealousy. This was a challenge, a game.

One you were willing to play all night, if you had to.

"Hm... I don't know. Maybe I want you to make a guess, Vandy?" You muttered in response, tilting your head just enough for you to flutter your lashes at them in such a way that would definitely make their heart flutter. If you were going to play the game with them, you wanted to play to win.

Oh, how you loved seeing this fiery side of him every once in a while. Vanderwood wasn't a jealous man, but he was a passionate one, even if nobody else saw this side of him. No, it's not like they did not see it... Vanderwood simply didn't allow them to see it. Except for you, that is.

And that's a dangerous thought to ponder over.

"Well, I'm sorry to say this, but you're too late for that, Y/N." Their low whisper was all the warning you were given, before their lips clashed into yours in a heated kiss that you were much too eager to return, despite your initial surprise at such a bold move coming from them.

You gasped into the kiss, feeling his hands slowly moving down your back and tracing the soft skin of your stomach in small circles under your shirt. Not quite rushing things, but still bold enough for you to stumble in a flustered reaction that would make them chuckle against your lips. You had no idea where this was going yet, but you did want to get closer to them, be it for the sake of this little game you were playing or your genuine desire to share such closeness with the person you love. Maybe the combination of both. Regardless, you showed no signs of discomfort, only placing one of your hands on Vanderwood's cheek to keep them close.

And, once you did pull away, you both were left a panting and blushing mess, your game of wit long forgotten. Not like you expected either one of you to keep up the facade for long in the first place. Heart hammering wildly against your ribcage, you finally found the right words to respond.

"So, uh- Can we kiss again, or..."

-Or so you thought.

"Straight to the point, huh?" They teased you, their thumb caressing your cheek. Granted, if it weren't for their touch, you'd probably burry your burning face into the nearest pillow from embarrassment. Why were you so damn awkward!? "Will you call me old fashioned again?"

Jeez, was this really bothering them that much? You knew they were peculiar in their preferences at times, but why the sensitivity around being called old fashioned? At least then you weren't the only awkward nerd in this room.

"I mean, if you wear a tuxedo then- Ah!"

Before you could even finish your sentence, you were lifted off the floor and draped over Vanderwood's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You couldn't even react much, except for your surprised yelp as you clutched onto their shirt with a death grip.

"Alright, that's it. Your gifts are going to have to wait, I think I have a very annoying and stubborn package to unpack." He stated matter-of-factly, easily striding off with you dangling off his shoulder as your shocked squealing soon turned into high-pitched giggling, with his own breathy laughter joining in a mere moment after.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #vanderwood #mm vanderwood #mystic messenger vanderwood #vanderwood mystic messenger #vanderwood x reader #getting back into writing!#writing for vandy is especially fun since there's so much freedom for creativity here

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