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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 ^^

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“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.

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mammonprotectionsquad · 2 years

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Ayo I'm back from the dead! I would love to say that I got over my writers block but uh... Chances are high I will disappear after this again, writing wise 😅

Also, this isn't proof read. I can't be arsed rn. So... We die like Vanderwood does internally every time he has to deal with Saeyoung xD

Anyway! Here's part 3 of the rivaling agencies au with Vandy and my cmc :3

Blind trust

Vanderwood x Cmc Talia

Vanderwood hated it. He hated how he actually began checking his phone regularly, instead of simply using it when necessary. He hated to admit that he was waiting for her to message first, replies, hell even calls! After all, he wasn't even that talkative. But god, there was just something about her voice, the way there was still so much joy left in her even if they've both been through similar shit as agents, that made him stay on the line with her for hours. Mainly listening, every now and then throwing something in and she even got him to share some short stories of his own. He had no idea how, or when it happened, but that woman had easily snaked her way into his life.

Now there he was, sitting on the couch on one of his very rare days off work, with a rather annoying feeling of worry in the pit of his stomach. Eating away at him. Simply because as hour after hour passed by, there was no answer to his last text. Of course he knew that it was impossible to always answer immediately, though it was kind of concerning that her last message was sent 9 hours ago. Usually she even sent him something when on a job, no matter if it was a proper answer to what he wrote, or just simply letting him know that she was on a mission and a Dont worry, I'm still alive. Not getting rid of my annoying ass that easily.

Groaning in frustration, the brunette dropped his phone next to himself on the couch, before he rubed his hands over his face. He had to get it together... It was stupid enough that he had actually contacted her after she'd slipped her number into his pocket, that one night. Actually getting attached to her? She was still technically an enemy. Working for a dfferent agency. Not only that, but of course for one his agency always had a feud with, as far as he could remember. In some way it was kind of ironic, but also... Could he really be sure that she wasn't only doing all that to get the upper hand on him? Too many questions and no answers at all.

He got pulled out of his thoughts by sudden knocking, causing him to be on high alert in a matter of seconds as he quietly walked to the door. Though as soon as he looked through the peephole, he acted before he could've thought it through. Nearly ripping the door open as he stared at Talia, who looked rather worse for wear with a sheepish smile on her face.

"Sorry to show up out of nowhere like this, but... I didn't know where else to go."

As much as his worry grew seeing her like that, it didn't stop his heart from fluttering at her words. A foreign, nearly unsettling feeling. Though for now he pushed it down, seeing how that was not the most pressing issue in that situation.

There was no hesitation as he grabbed her hand to pull her into his apartment, closing the door behind them with his foot, while his fingertips were already skimming along her sides to assess how bad the damage was. Face in a frown whenever she flinched or tried, and failed, to suppress any pained noises.

"Vanderwood, it's not that bad, really. I've been far worse in the past and-"

"Who did this to you?", he interrupted her, nearly growling. It wasn't what he had actually wanted to ask her, or how he wanted to ask what had happened, but apparently his tongue had decided to be faster than his brain.

In order to play down his little slip up, he nudged Talia into the bathroom, where he kept his well stocked first aid kit. Simply lifting her up and setting her down on the bathroom counter before she even had the chance to complain or keep on insisting that she was fine.

"So? What happened?", he asked again, at the same time already pushing her shirt up far enough, so he was able to tend to the cuts on her sides and stomach.

"A mess is what happened... To make a long story short, I had a feeling that we have a traitor in our agency. Now guess what? We actually have two! Somehow they noticed I was on to them, so they pretty much sold me out to an enemy. Said enemy- ouch! Can't you be a bit more gentle?", she muttered when he began dabbing an alcohol doused cotton ball over her injuries. At the same time instinctively trying to lean away from him, which earned herself a roll of his eyes.

"I need to disinfect them so they won't potentially get infected. You're lucky we don't need to sew anything up."

"No shit, I know all that but it still stings like a bitch..."

"Stop whining and continue with your story."

"Jeez, so cold. Fine, now where was I?"

It was impossible not to notice how she actually relaxed a bit during their banter and the playful glint she usually had in her eyes returned as well . Meaning her injuries were probably really not that bad.

"Ah, right! Okay. I got sold out for being on to those two assholes. Then, this morning, in broad daylight, a group of burly bad men show up at my place and try to kill me. Obviously it didn't work, because come on. As if I'd let some pathetic dudes like that just end me."

Vanderwood huffed a quiet chuckle at that. Mainly because he'd experienced first hand what she was able to do and knew better than to underestimate her just because she was rather petite looking. And the smile he got in return for his reaction? It was enough to shortly distract him from his actual task.

"Idiots dead, so I quickly grabbed the most important things, threw everything in my car and drove around for a couple hours to make sure no one was following me."

Talia let out a long sigh, tilting her head back, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. He used that moment to study her features for a moment. How pale her skin appeared, aside from the bruise that had formed around one of her eyes. Not to mention how obvious it was that she was downright exhausted and in dire need of some rest.

Snapping himself back into reality, he dropped the used cotton balls into the sink for now, before he began to carefully wrap a bandage around her left arm and the lower half of her torso.

"Since they now know where I live, I couldn't just go back home. And as you might be aware of, it's not exactly possible to really make friends in our field of work."

The sudden soft touch of fingertips against his forehead, as she reached out to brush a strand of hair that had escaped his ponytail, behind his ear made his eyes snap up, causing him to stop in his tracks for a couple seconds.

"I know this might sound insane, especially since we shouldn't even trust each other for obvious reasons, but... I do anyway. In fact, I don't think I've felt this safe around anyone ever since I was a kid."

An avalanche of emotions washed over the agent, while at the same time things he'd been trying his hardest to push down began to desperately crawl their way up to the surface. Wanting to get out, spill into the open. But before that could happen, he helped her back down from the counter.

"You can stay here tonight. Bedroom is yours. Grab whatever you'd be comfortable sleeping in from my closet." On one hand it was a diverson from the former topic. Could he really be blamed? He sucked at everything that was feelings related. On the other hand the thought of seeing her in his clothes left him feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. It was strange.

"Where are you gonna sleep?"

"The couch", he simply answered with a shrug, not looking up from his task of cleaning up the sink. Which also resulted in him rather hearing than seeing how Talia padded her way into the bedroom.

"What a fucking mess...", he muttered to himself as he began to discard of the cotton pads, followed by making sure no stains would be left in the sink. Not just the aftermath of patching someone up in his bathroom, but especially the entire situation they found themselves in. Everything was a huge mess and it felt like it would only get worse and worse in the future.

One of the things he'd always tried to avoid had happened; he got attached. To an enemy no less. And yet for some strange reason it wasn't as terrifying as it probably should've been.

Once everything was spotless again, Vanderwood went to grab a bottle of water to bring it to the other agent. Honestly just an excuse to check on her again, although the silence after he knocked on the bedroom door told him that she was probably out cold. Still he slipped inside to put the bottle down on the bedside table and if he maybe made sure she was properly tugged in, no one would ever find out about it.

Now that he couldn't get caught doing so, he studied her features once more and damn... Even in her sleep she looked exhausted as all hell. But then again, it had been an eventful, long day for her.

Eventually the brunette made his way into the living room to get as comfortable as possible on the couch, even though he knew that he would most definitely not get a lot of sleep. Not because he didn't trust her, but because he was still worried. Always perking up when he heard something coming from the bedroom.

He didn't know how long he'd already been laying there when suddenly there was the quiet padding of naked feet getting closer and closer. Shortly after his blanket got lifted up and Talia slipped under it, pressing herself to his back.

Letting out a surprised noise, he turned around to face her, brows furrowed in utter confusion.

"I'm cold...", she muttered, before he even had the chance to ask what she was doing.

And as much as he knew it was stupid. As much as he knew he should've sent her back to the bedroom, not only because it got a bit cramped with both of them on the couch, he didn't. Instead he wrapped his arms around her small frame in order to make sure she wouldn't potentially fall off. Definitely not because he actually enjoyed having her all cuddled up to him, her face even buried on his neck, nuzzling into it. He only wanted to make sure she wouln't hurt herself more. He'd die on that hill.

In all honesty though... It was nice. And while he was convinced that she wasn't actually cold and only used that as a lame excuse, he really didn't mind. Would it have been more comfortable to just go to bed? Sure. But this way they had the excsue to be that close because of the small space they were sharing.

"Thanks again for letting me stay here... And patching me up. I promise I'll make it up to you", she nearly whispered, the way her lips brushed against his skin sending a shiver down his spine.

"Don't worry about it. It's fine."

"Mhm... If you say so."

A comfortable silence settled between them and without really noticing it, one of his hands moved into her hair, gently carding through it. Something that was weirdly relaxing to do and with her so close, he could finally feel himself get drowsy as well.

"Oh, by the way, Vandy?", Talia's sleepy voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "My real name is Kali..."

Vanderwood's eyes shot open at that and he stared down at her in complete and utter shock. Though it became very obvious that the woman in his arms had already fallen asleep after dropping something that big on him.

While he was still in shock, there was no denying that his heart was beating so hard it felt like it was about to jump right out of his ribcage. She trusted him enough to tell him her real name. Something they weren't ever supposed to use. He remembered the day he got a new indentity, how he got told that his old self was dead and he was never to use that name again. And now here she was, telling him something like that out of absolutely nowhere.

Maybe that was also the moment where he decided that he would do everything in his power to keep her safe. It was risky, sure. But so was their entire... whatever it was they had. Besides he was convinced that he had actually done worse things before. Like agreeing to babysit the little hacker brat.

Of course he was well aware that she was more than just able to look after herself, yet she seemed to vulnerable in that moment. It made him pritect her from the world, something he absolutely was not used to. Still it wasn't an unpleasant feeling at all.

"Sleep well... Kali."

After pressing a lingering kiss to her forhead, he pulled her a little closer into his chest. The warmth radiating from her body and her even breathing slowly but surely lulling him to sleep as well.

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iheartgracie · 1 month

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vandyreyn quotes part 2

“he’s Reynolds McAllister, and it strikes me uncomfortably why my mind had leapt there. It has very little to do with him being gorgeous and smelling amazing. It was all that stuff he said about not settling. It just makes a perfect kind of sense. He was the first boy I ever fell for. If I had a choice for my first kiss, it’d be him. It’d have to be him.”

“While I’m caught in a mental whirlwind, Reyn has stepped forward, closing the gap between us. I look up and see the angle of his jaw, the faint line of stubble dark against his chin. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, head tilted down.

I nod, because my words are not working right now. ”

“He reaches up to sweep my hair away from my temple, and his hand trails down the side of my face. His lips are dark pink, a little chapped, but soft-looking. I push up on my toes and the hand on my hip moves around to my back. Our bodies are pressed up against one another, and I can’t feel the same raw power as before, when his muscles were shifting against me, but I still know it’s there in the solidness of him.

He continues, “You don’t have to—"

I don’t let him finish. I press my lips against his because I don’t want to hear him keep rationalizing this, like it’s something that needs talked into being nothing. I don’t want nothing, I want this: The way his lips give against my own, reluctantly pressing back, and the way it’s suddenly not so reluctant anymore. It’s soft and surging, the way he pinches my bottom lip between his own, face tilting to get closer.

His hand cups my cheek, fingers weaving into the hair behind my ear, and he pulls me closer”

“I flinch when she reaches across the center of the car and gently pries my hand from the steering wheel. I watch in a silent stupor as she places it on the gear selector, closing my fingers around the lever.

“But I have a better idea, Reynolds.” She looks at me, her hand warm and so heavy on mine that it feels like every point of my body is pinned beneath the weight of it. She breathes, “Just drive.”

My exhale escapes in a measured gust. “Yes, ma’am.”

“The thing about Vandy is that she’s just so fucking cute. Always was, honestly. Really sweet-looking. Pretty.”

“Vandy tips forward and our mouths slot together too easily. This isn’t the tentative kiss of experimentation beneath the tree house, nor is it the searing, rebellious tongue-fuck that the kiss at Thistle Cove might have been. The way our lips eagerly part, tongues sweeping wetly together, is a sigh of reprieve. The way her hands fist my jeans, pressing closer, is a frantic kind of mercy. When I reach up to grasp her face in my hands, it’s a grief so acute that it’d choke me if she weren’t giving me her own breath. This kiss is solace.”

“Sometimes she’ll see me glancing over and catch my gaze, giving me a small smile. For the first time since I got back, the house feels like something other than an empty place I stay on my own. There’s life here—a life I almost extinguished on that dark night so long ago. As we sit side by side, I realize that Vandy may be broken, but she’s here, and I’m more thankful than ever for that simple fact.”

“Reyn’s lower belly caves inward and he shifts, free arm sliding around my back, pulling me toward him. I realize that he’s reclined against the side of the couch, his elbow propped like a pillow, and I’m curled up against his side. It comes back to me in a rush. Bringing him food. Seeing his scars. Feeling his forehead pressed into my belly as he shook, hands clutching my hips. The kiss. Oh god, the fucking kiss. Him telling me that it was a mistake. The stinging plunge of rejection. The relief when he asked me to stay. The bright satisfaction of watching him eat my meal. Falling asleep on his shoulder.”

“Her fingers graze the muscle, eyes growing heavy when my stomach twitches. “This is your second hottest feature.”

My eyebrows shoot up my forehead. “Really now?”

Her face is flaming red, but she just meets my gaze and gives a casual shrug. “Absolutely.”

I have to ask. “What’s the first?”

Her grin is this slow, sort of wicked thing that I never really thought her capable of. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“her eyes meet mine. All my life I’ve taken what I’ve wanted, and right now, all I want is to make her feel safe. I bend until I’m inches away from her face, eye to eye, breath mingling with breath, and I know when the needle makes impact, because she gasps. I watch as her eyes tighten with the pain of it and my chest clenches.

I mutter, “Fuck it,” and capture her lips in a kiss.”

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phoenixsavant · 5 years

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AS - Recovery

I was chatting with SapphiraIce from Tumblr about V's after ending. After admitting that I felt that Seven was cheated out of being part of saving his brother, this idea hit me. So, it's all her fault. Here's Saeran's rescue with Seven in on it.

Not sure if this will be a one-off or turn into another series. We'll see. There's certainly fertile ground to write more, but I'm not sure if it needs more.

Seven reeled back from the force of the explosion. He was barely aware of the wave of heat that swept across his skin even as an arm rose protectively to cover his face. He peered over the black cloth of his hoodie as rubble fell.

“No…” he whispered. “No…”

The flames rose high, consuming what remained of the rooftop and encompassing the odd, steeple-like extension over the main entrance. Seven’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. From some half-forgotten place inside, a scream rose, filling the air around him. The volume competed with the roaring of the inferno that filled his sight.

Twice he tried to approach the building, determined to find the man he suspected would be inside. Cinders scorched his sleeve before the heat drove him back. Cursing the instinctive self-preservation within himself, a feeling he didn’t find in his thoughts at all, he fell to his knees, weeping.

“Saeran, please, no…”

He didn’t move as the building burned itself into a pile of ash and rubble.

(Two days later)

The phone rang again, and Seven hated that he’d created it to withstand any abuse he could give it. Throwing it would have felt better if he’d thought it would actually shatter on impact.

Why is V calling me? What can he possibly think he has left to say to me. I know. I know he let Saeran die. He has to know that I figured it out. If he were smart, he’d just disappear.

He turned up the volume on his headphones, determined to focus on his work. It wasn’t the work he’d been assigned, but that didn’t matter. Nothing matter anymore, not really. Still, before it was done he would see to it that there was penance for the death of his brother.

Saeran, the first secret he’d carried among the hundreds of thousands that now rattled through his mind. The better half of the twins, in his estimation. His brother had been kinder, gentler than anyone he’d known as a child or since. To first find that he’d been turned into a hacker, denied the simple joys of a normal life, that had been a heavy enough blow. Then to lose him when he’d been so close, it was more than the red-haired hacker could endure. Yes, there would be payment, in full if he had any say.

After another half dozen calls, he finally answered the call. “What do you want?” he snarled.

“There’s a chance Saeran is alive. I’m on the way to pick you up.”

Seven’s heart froze in his chest. He looked over his shoulder, making sure that Vanderwood was still in the kitchen. “What? How? If he was inside that place, he’s not alive. I was there. I saw…”

“I know what you saw,” V said, cutting him off. “I also just found out that the room he should have been in was reinforced and may have survived the explosion. Get ready. I’ll be there in less than five minutes.”

The line went dead. Seven stared at the phone in his hands. Right now, all he wanted was to beat V hard enough to leave him hospitalized for life. He hated the man who’d been like a father to him. He had been betrayed at every turn.

A slim chance is better than no chance.

Deciding that his project to exact revenge for Saeran could wait for a few hours, he scribbled a note for Vanderwood, snuck to his room, and shoved a few items into a backpack and slipped out without his partner detecting his absence. Outside, he sped along the path to the place he knew V would be waiting.

V’s car idled under the trees, its driver waiting inside. Seven took a deep breath, pushing down the desire to take out his rage on the man he’d trusted with the most important part of his life. Yanking the door open, he flung himself into the front seat and shoved his backpack to the floor. He didn’t look at V as he pulled the door closed and asked, “What do you mean he’s still alive? This better not be a trick. I’ll kill you if it is.”

He felt he should have been surprised at how dangerous his voice sounded. The dark, deep tones filled the interior of the vehicle.

“I talked to Rika. She told me that the room Saeran would have been in to trigger the explosion was heavily reinforced. She said it’s possible that he survived. I don’t know what we’ll find, but I can’t dig him out on my own. Whether he survived or not, you should be there when…” V’s voice faltered.

Seven looked over at the blue-haired man. He was surprised to catch what looked like V wiping a tear away from his face. “So it was him? The hacker that attacked the RFA was Saeran?”

“Yes, it was him.” V glanced at Seven. “I’m sorry, more than I have words for. I was trying to save him, to get him out of there. It wasn’t supposed to be…”

“Damn straight it wasn’t supposed to be that way!” Seven growled. “I don’t want your apologies, V. In fact, fuck you and your apologies. The only reason I’m here is because you used Saeran’s name. If you hadn’t, I’d have told you to go to hell and blocked your calls.” His fingers curled into tight fists in his lap. “You’re a liar and a traitor. I hate you.”

Almost as much as I hate myself.

“I know. I don’t blame you.”

“Shut up and drive.”

The rest of the trip to Magenta passed in complete silence. Seven’s mind roared within his skull, so enraged with V that his head ached somewhat by the time they arrived. His jaw felt as if it had been soldered shut, so fiercely had he been clenching it.

The car rolled up to the pile of charred rubble where Magenta had stood just as the sun began its descent toward the horizon. Stepping out of the car and rolling his shoulders, Seven wished he’d been able to pack better. They’d have to make do with the flashlights he’d brought instead of having the larger lights in his own car. He wasn’t stopping when night came. He wasn’t stopping until he held his brother, alive or dead.

“Where?” he asked V.

“This way,” V answered, taking a pair of shovels from the trunk and moving swiftly to the rear of the building. “There’s supposed to be a stairway leading down and the reinforced room is at the bottom. She said the stairwell was built the same as the room, so it should be standing. If it isn’t, I have ropes.” He paused, looking down at the younger man. “We will find him.”

Seven responded with a grunt, watching to see where V began digging. He grabbed the extra shovel and joined in.

The only thing to alert either man to the passage of time was the lengthening of shadows around them. They did not pause in their efforts, setting aside the shovels only when they had to work together to move a larger remnant of the building aside. The ash and soot filled the air, choking them and leaving black streaks cut by trails of sweat.

When the sun went down, they tried setting up the flashlights but quickly found that there was no way to position them to keep enough light on the situation to make sufficient progress. V pulled the car around, bouncing it gently over the scorched flower beds until he could bathe the site beneath the headlights.

The path to the location of the stairwell opened before them and they worked their way down through three floors of debris, searching for the promised opening.

Seven had often prayed, his faith in God being his anchor in life, but he’d never prayed like this. Anything, my life, my freedom, anything, just let him be alive. Let me reach him. Let him be there. Please don’t show me his body when we get through this. I’ll give anything, anything….

The words raced, repeating endlessly, like a summoner’s chant.

V’s shovel drove through the mess and stopped with a loud clang. Looking at Seven he pulled it back and slammed it down again, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. A second impact resounded through the still air and both men turned to scraping away the blackness over the solid space. Hope gave way to despair as they realized they were standing on a massive block of cement right where the opening to the stairs should have been.

Seven dragged his shovel around, seeking the edges of the block, his horror growing as he realized that either a floor or a large exterior wall had collapsed on this exact spot. He hadn’t packed any explosives, and the segment was too large to rope off and pull away. For the second time, he sunk to his knees at Magenta and screamed into the night.

“You damn fool,” a gruff voice called from the darkness. “First you run off without telling me, make me track your ass to the middle of nowhere, and now you’re just going to give up?”

Seven’s hand shot to where his gun should have been, but he’d left it in the car.

“Right, because you wouldn’t have been dead two hours ago if I’d wanted it.” A red spot grew, the light of it briefly illuminating a face before Seven’s partner stepped into the glow of V’s headlights. He regarded the two men with a look of annoyance and took another drag on his cigarette before dropping it and stamping it out with his toes. “So, what are you digging up?”

“A person,” V stated. “At least, we hope it’s a person still.”

“What happened here? This is one hell of a mess.”

“It was an explosion.”

Seven tried to signal V to stop talking but was ignored.

“We have reason to believe that someone is trapped under here, in a reinforced room. We’re trying to get to them. Are you here to help or get in the way?”

Seven knew he should have been used to V’s way of telling just enough without tipping his hand to anyone, but it startled him to hear anyone speak to Vanderwood in such a challenging tone.

Vanderwood stepped forward, approaching the chunk of concrete that had halted their progress. He looked around, evaluating the entire situation, noting the unstable piles of burned lumber and crumbling drywall around them. “If you hadn’t snuck off, you’d have had the right tools for the job. Didn’t you learn anything from me, agent?”

He spun on his heel, stalking back out into the darkness. When he returned, he left one large bag next to V’s car, and the other he carried to where V and Seven continued digging at the edges of the slab.

“Gotta crack it first, in pieces. We’ll have to take it out a little at a time or it’ll bring the rest of this shit show down on us.” He mumbled as he pulled wires and a grey putty-like substance from his bag. “Gotta slice it up like a pie and figure out what’s underneath it.” After a few minutes, he rose and said to Seven and V, “Get back. Move that car back, too. Give it an extra hundred feet.”

While they cleared the area, he set the explosives and ran the ignition wires back. Connecting them to a small detonator, he looked back and then hunched low to the ground before flipping the switch. The following series of explosions ran like a daisy chain from the edge of the concrete slab to the center. Smoke drifted through the air, but it didn’t look as if much had changed.

Seven approached the area, his eyes taking on a fresh light of hope as he saw row after row of deep cracks. They could move some of these pieces! They would get through!

Without waiting, he fell on the first crevasse, his fingers scrabbling at the rubble filling it, seeking a way to gain leverage.

Vanderwood groaned and waved for V to join him. Between the three of them, they managed to finish separating the outermost segment and haul it aside. They labored through the night, moving the heavy material as they were able, and Vanderwood setting small explosions to break up the pieces that were still too large.

Seven couldn’t recall his body being so tired or sore. He was finally thankful for the training he’d received from the agency. He knew he’d never have kept going without it. His hands were torn and bleeding, as were his arms. The usually bright gold rings on the shoulder of his hoodie had long since been lost to the black ash he’d been digging through with only one thought. He’d given up seeing through his glasses, and was glad that he could see well enough to continue without them. There was no keeping the lenses clear.

He noted that V was working just as hard, just as desperately. His mentor’s face was pinched with apprehension and determination. Never once had the photographer complained or stepped aside for a break, though his movements slowed as exhaustion crept through his body. Seeing how hard he worked left Seven feeling slightly less angry about V’s actions leading to this moment. It wasn’t as if V wasn’t responsible, but maybe Seven had misjudged his intentions.

Finally, they pried a large, triangular piece clear of the massive cement block and Seven shouted. “There’s an opening! It’s right here! We found it!”

“Keep your mind on what you’re doing,” Vanderwood snapped breathlessly. “Lift!”

The instant they had lowered the slab to the ground, Seven raced back, checking the opening he’d seen. He shone his flashlight into the narrow opening. “Stairs!” he called out. “I see stairs!”

V raced to Seven’s side, peering into the hole. “Yes, I see them too! This has to be it! There should be a door at the bottom, and the door just beyond that. Are the walls around the stairs intact, can you see?”

Seven started to lean his head and shoulder into the opening, now out of his mind to get down the stairs. Vanderwood yanked him back.

“You want to get your skull crushed?” the agent asked. “Look,” he pointed. “That entire mess is laying right over the stairwell. If you move too much around, you’ll bring it all down on yourself.”

Chastised, Seven sat on his heels. “We have to get down there,” he said helplessly.

“Yeah, I get that. At least, I hope that’s why we’ve been working ourselves to death all night.” He knelt, leaning over to look down into the stairwell. “This wall looks secure but I can’t see the far side.” He frowned as he evaluated the rest of the chunk they’d been breaking down. “This is too narrow for any of us. We need to clear one more piece.” His eyes narrowed and he drew lines in the air with his fingers before ordering, “Seven, get my bag. We’re going to set one more round.”

Using the shovel to gouge a small indentation into the cement, Vanderwood set a fresh explosive. When it went off, he’d cracked the block neatly to free a segment just large enough to allow them to step down onto the stairs.

V went first, testing the steps as he moved down into the darkness. “The walls held,” he announced, relief carrying up to the others as he moved further in, allowing them to follow.

At the end of the stairwell, however, was another mess. It seemed that several large pieces of flammable material had fallen into the stairs before they were covered. V groaned and leaned against the wall.

“Got a bucket?” Vanderwood asked.

“No, I don’t. I didn’t think we’d need one,” V said sorrowfully.

Vanderwood shook his head. “I’ll get one.” He retreated back up the stairwell, returning a few minutes later with the shovels and the promised bucket. Passing the tools to V and Seven, he settled himself on the stairs and lit a cigarette. “This is your rescue op. You dig. I’m going to take a break.”

Seven couldn’t even find one of his usual quips to tease Vanderwood about getting old. He slammed the blade of the shovel into the upper layers of the debris before him and began filling the bucket.

With V and Seven both digging, Vanderwood’s break was short lived. He hauled each load to the surface, making countless trips and keeping light on the work until the doorway beyond could be seen.

Seven turned to V, shaking his head. The heavy, metal door lay partially open, twisted and scorched, half off its hinges. The room beyond could barely be seen into. Seven felt his heart might just lose the ability to break. The past few days had been such a rollercoaster of extreme emotions. To have worked so hard, to have finally broken through, only to find…

He put his shoulder against the twisted metal hunk and pushed with all his weight. Vanderwood joined him and together, they forced it open far enough to slip through.

Stumbling over a blackened board, Seven took the first steps, panning his light around the room. “Come on,” he whispered. “Be alive, be alive.”

V followed them into the room and the three men split up, searching the cavernous space.

“The hell was this, anyway?” Vanderwood asked, seeing the bank of monitors with their screens blown apart.

“A programming center,” V answered quickly, saving Seven from having to think of a plausible story.

“Programming center, huh?” Vanderwood’s tone clarified that he didn’t believe V, but wasn’t going to ask again.

“Here!” V called, dropping his light and grasping at the edge of a tall set of shelves.

Seven was at his side in a flash, grunting as they righted the shelves, revealing the form of a young man curled into a fetal position.

A crimson long coat wrapped around the skinny, unmoving frame. Tattered, lace trimmed sleeves hung limply from the sleeves, matching the white hair that lay in disarray over the pale face and closed eyes.

“Is he…” Seven asked, suddenly immobilized.

V knelt, searching the inside of Saeran’s wrist. His expression began to fall but then he blinked suddenly. “No, it’s faint, very faint, but he’s alive. I have a pulse!”

Seven threw himself over his brother’s shoulder. “Saeran, wake up Saeran. Please, please, I need you to come home.” Tears flooded over his face, washing away the accumulated filth of the night.

“Who is it?” Vanderwood asked softly, kneeling beside V.

V considered his response before replying, “It’s his twin.”

Vanderwood’s eyes widened in shock. He watched Seven for a moment, processing this new information. Sorrow filled his eyes briefly, replaced by fierceness. He moved forward to take Saeran into his arms.

“No!” Seven shouted. “No! Don’t touch him! You can’t take him!”

“I’m going to take him to the surface so we can figure out how to help him. I brought my med kit. Come on Seven, let me carry him for you. We’ll make sure your brother lives. We just need to get out of here first.”

Years of trusting one another won out over Seven’s fear that the agency would take Saeran away from him. Vanderwood could be believed. Vanderwood would help. He’d come to help, not to stop them from saving Saeran. Seven leaned back and watched as his partner lifted his brother’s limp body gently from the ground.

Saeran didn’t stir as he was carried out into the grey, pre-dawn light. He didn’t moan or make any noise as he was laid out on the grass beside V’s car. His eyelids didn’t flicker as Vanderwood examined him.

V found a bottle of water and a clean cloth which he used to wipe Saeran’s face clear so they could check for injuries.

Vanderwood cut away the strange clothing, checking each bone for fractures, noting bruises and places where swelling had occurred.

Seven was completely undone. Helplessly, he held Saeran’s hand, his thumb tracing a repetitive path over his brother’s knuckles. When he saw the scars and deep gouges he wept wordlessly. He searched the faces of V and Vanderwood, afraid to ask the question that would determine his fate.

“He’s dehydrated, badly, and his body is in terrible condition, but I think he’ll make it,” Vanderwood finally announced. “I take it we can’t drop him off at a hospital?”

“No, we can’t,” V confirmed.

“I thought as much.” He dug into his bag again, producing an IV bag, tubing, and a needle. “First, hydration.” He set up the drip, positioning the bag on top of the car to allow gravity to do its work and draw the fluids into Saeran’s bloodstream. Once it was set, he pulled out a metallic square, unfolding it and laying it over the now naked man.

He rose, lit a cigarette and leaned against V’s car. “Seven,” he called. When there was no response, he barked, with the tone of a drill sergeant, “Agent 707!”

Seven’s head shot up, tear-streaked and filthy, but with alert eyes.

“We need to talk. I don’t want any bullshit, either. I’ve gone and gotten myself into god knows what with you. I want to know why and I want to know what the hell is happening. Since when did you have a brother?” His tone was neither cruel nor angry. If any emotion could have been ascribed, it would have been worry for his partner.

Seven managed a half smile. “Since a few minutes after I was born.”

V chuckled softly, and Vanderwood shot a scathing look at Seven before laughing.

“Well, you’ll be alright then, if you’re back to being a smart ass. Now,” he took a long drag on his cigarette. “Now, fill me in.”

Seven and V recounted the story of how Seven had come to join the agency, V’s failed attempt to protect Saeran, and Rika’s descent into madness. Vanderwood asked only a few questions about Mint Eye and the RFA as the tale unfolded.

In the end, Vanderwood shook his head in disbelief. “So we need to get this kid to someplace safe, then.” He gave V a critical look. “You sure you’re able to keep up your end of the deal again? If I let you take Saeran, you’ll keep him safe?”

“I’ll die trying,” V promised. “I’ve been at fault for so much…”

“Yeah, yeah, all your fault. I got that from the story. Are you done wallowing in your self-pity, or are you going to fuck this up again? I’m not letting you go anywhere with him if you’re not up to handling shit properly.”

V blinked as if he’d been slapped. “I will… handle shit,” he said firmly. “What will you do?”

“Seven, you’re coming back with me. You have an assignment, and you’re going to finish it.”

Seven shot to his feet, ready to fight. “No! I’m not leaving his side! I don’t care what you threaten…”

“Look here, you selfish brat!” Vanderwood shouted. “I’ve put my neck out far enough for you lately! If you don’t finish this job, they’ll be after me, too. I’m not getting killed, got that?” He folded his arms across his chest and took a breath. “I’m not saying you can’t be with your brother. I’m saying you need to think. Finish the job. They always give you time off after one this big. Use the time and go be with him. I’ll never tell a soul you have family. Maybe we can even find a way to get you out, but that won’t work right if you don’t finish your assignment.”

To V, he asked, “Do you have a safe location in mind?”

V nodded. “I have an apartment in Chittagong. I can take him there. I just need to arrange transportation.” He looked down at Saeran’s slack face. “You’re sure he’ll survive?”

“Yeah, he needs rest and food. Looks to me like he got knocked out and then that shelf trapped him. His injuries are all minor.” He nodded at Seven. “Luck must be in their blood. He should have been dead. I think that slab falling put out whatever fire was going and kept out the rest of the mess. The shelf falling on him wasn’t great, but it could have been much worse.”

“Good. When we get back to an area with a stable signal, I’ll get Jumin to arrange a flight for us.”

“No, that won’t do. There are enough people involved already.” Vanderwood pulled a phone from his pocket. “You owe me for this, Seven,” he said as he made a call.

“Hey Geon… Yeah, it’s me… Look, you said if I ever needed anything… Yeah, I need to ask if… Right… I need medical transport out of the country for two… Bangladesh… Chittagong… Today… Oh, you know me, saving lives and protecting the defenseless… Yeah, I can do that… Thanks… See you then.”

He ended the call and frowned down at Saeran again. “Alright, 1:30 this afternoon we have to meet a guy. He’ll have a plane with a nurse ready to go. You’ll go with Saeran, V. When they’re gone, you’re coming home and finishing your assignment, Seven. You do that and I’ll buy your ticket out of here for you. Deal?”

Seven didn’t want to let V take Saeran anywhere without him, but seeing how far Vanderwood was going to help, his only response was to step over his brother’s legs and hug his partner tightly. “Thank you, for this, for everything,” he choked.

Vanderwood shrugged Seven away. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t you screw this up.”

They packed up the tools V had brought and Seven dug a clean change of clothing from his bag. Between them, they dressed Saeran in more normal looking clothing and Vanderwood changed the IV bag.

Seven lifted his brother into the back seat of V’s car, amazed at how small his frame was. We’ll get you well again, he promised silently. We’ll get you healthy and safe. You’ll never suffer like this again.

That afternoon he watched as the small airplane lifted his brother and V off Korean soil, heading for the safety of V’s secret apartment. His heart twisted mercilessly in his chest and waves of fear washed through his blood, making it feel as if he’d been dropped into an arctic zone with no coat. He shivered, trying not to listen as his thoughts screamed that he’d never seen Saeran again.

When they returned to their home, Seven only took long enough to shower before returning to his computers. He closed out the work he’d been doing instead of his assignment. Revenge was less important now. He needed to get to his brother.

For the first time since being assigned to Agent 707, Vanderwood didn’t have to harass him to get his work done. In fact, he had to forcefully drag the young man away to eat and sleep. The project that was to take a month was finished in a week, astounding Vanderwood. He’d known the kid was good, but he had never seen anyone work like that before.

True to his word, he bought Seven’s ticket as soon as the work was done. What he didn’t tell him was that he wasn’t turning in the assignment early. Their bosses didn’t need to know that Seven could work this fast. They’d expect it every time, and Vanderwood didn’t think there would ever be anything to motivate him so fiercely again. He dropped Seven at the airport and drove away, carrying secrets he wouldn’t reveal under torture. “Good luck, kid,” he murmured as he watched the young man enter the terminal.

(Chittagong)

Seven pressed the buzzer outside the wrought iron gate. His heart was racing, pounding loudly enough to hear its rhythmic thumping in his ears. His brother was on the other side of this door, up one more flight of stairs. Finally, they’d be together again.

“Luciel?” V’s voice crackled from the speaker beside him.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Come on up. Saeran is sleeping so come in quietly.”

The door buzzed and clicked and Seven was through it in a flash. Even with his luggage, he vaulted up the stairs two at a time, turning at the second door on his left, as previously instructed. Before he could knock, the door opened and V greeted him with a warm hug.

“He’s alright?” Seven asked softly.

“Yes, much better. He’s cleared his system of the elixir and his appetite is returning. He still sleeps a lot, but he’s becoming more alert.” V looked away nervously. “Come in, please, and sit with me. I need to talk to you while he’s asleep.”

“What is it?” Seven asked, instantly on edge.

V gestured to the sitting area of the small apartment. “First, sit.”

Seven felt his mouth go dry as he occupied the nearest chair. “What’s wrong?”

“So, I didn’t lie. Physically speaking, Saeran is doing better. He is beginning to do better mentally as well, but you need to know a few things about that.” He drew his fingers through his blue hair slowly, thinking out his next words. “First, Saeran blames you as much as me, for everything. He was told that you abandoned him so many times that he believes it to be true.”

“But I didn’t! I…”

“No, you didn’t, I know. I’ve been working on getting that across to him. He knows you’re coming today, but he’s not excited about it. He has agreed to talk to you, but you need to be prepared for the anger he’s carried against you. I can’t promise he’ll be ready for you to stay.”

Seven frowned deeply. He wasn’t sure he could walk away from Saeran now, even at his request. “Alright,” he said aloud. “What else?”

“There seems to have been some psychological damage,” V began hesitantly. “There’s a very angry, very aggressive alter ego that arises. I have not yet been able to determine what triggers the emergence of this other persona, but if he appears, he may attack you.” He tilted his head back, revealing a set of finger-print shaped bruises along his neck. “He’s attacked me twice since we arrived here.”

Had Seven thought his heart broke so many times that night at Magenta that it couldn’t break anymore? He had been wrong. He knew that extreme, recurring trauma was required to cause a personality to splinter. What hells had Saeran lived through that would leave him like that? How could Rika have mistreated his gentle-hearted brother so? For a moment he wished he’d followed through with his plans to make her pay.

Shoving those thoughts aside, he focused on the fact that he was with his brother, far from Rika or the hellish life she’d condemned Saeran to. They’d get through this together, the way they always should have.

A door opened behind him and Seven heard a soft voice call, “V? I heard voices. What’s…”

Seven rose and turned, looking into a face that mirrored his own in every way except for eyes that were now blue instead of gold. White hair replaced red, and this man wore no glasses, but it was still him, still his brother. Seven’s eyes misted over and he smiled hopefully.

“Hello, Saeran. Sorry I kept you waiting, but I’m here now. How are you?”

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I hope that I'll send it on time, so you don't delete it 😅

I have many ideas , but as soon as I saw that the requests are open, I forgot them all.Luckily my bestie gave me an idea without even realizing it😄

How about Mc + RFA and Minor Trio arguing while playing Monopoly ?😆💚

P.s. It would be super funny if you'll include Saeran (and maybe Vandy too , idk) in Saeyoung's one😉

RFA + Minor Trio arguing with Mc while playing Monopoly

Hello! So I decided to write this one a bit differently… enjoy!

,,The party was a big success once again! Thank you, everyone! I can’t believe that we’ve already been together for such a long time!’’ you smiled, looking in between your friends and love of your life.

,,It’s still early… should we play… Monopoly… There’s still enough wine and… I would love to play with you all…’’ you smirked, making your friends wonder what was waiting for them...

Jumin

,,I would like to read through the rules,’’ Jumin commented, trying to grab the rules. However, you quickly took it away, looking at him more than just surprised.

,,You’ve never played Monopoly?’’ you asked him, making your husband’s cheek grow a bit red.

,,As if!’’ Yoosung gasped and quickly chose a character.

,,It’s easy. You choose someone you want to be. The one with the higher dice roll begins. You try to buy as many properties as you can and build houses and hotels and whoever lands on it has to pay you. Sometimes you have to go to jail or do some special tasks and whenever a new round begins, you get some money from the bank!’’ you quickly explained, making Jumin nod.

It didn’t take long until you and Jumin began to argue. ,,Assistant Kang, buy this property.’’

,,Jumin, for God’s sake you have to do it yourself!’’

,,Yoosung, you forgot to pay him earlier!’’ you hissed, defending your husband who relaxed and laid back.

,,But he didn’t notice! That’s not fair!’’ he whined.

,,Playing with you is really a hassle!’’ Zen groaned, annoyed as he once again had to return to jail, waiting for the next turn to be able to move again.

In the end, no one expected it. Jumin Han won, buying all the yellow houses with hotels.

,,Did we really play for four hours?’’ Jaehee asked, rubbing her eyes.

Jumin looked on his watch, slowly taking you in his arms as you were already sleeping.

,,We need to play this game again… Assistant Kang, free my schedule for the day after tomorrow. I will pick you all up and rent a room so that we can play this game again,’’ he said and even though everyone seemed annoyed, no one was against it since it was funny...

Zen

,,I can’t believe it that I’m in jail again!’’ you whined as you sat next to your boyfriend Zen who smiled to himself as he was counting his money to buy one more house for his property.

,,This was a really good idea, Mc!’’ Jaehee laughed as she proudly took money from Jumin for landing on her property.

,,Mr Han, 1 won is missing,’’ she laughed as the young CEO in line gave her one more piece of Monopoly money.

,,I want to buy the red one!’’ Yoosung clapped when he landed on the new property.

,,Woah woah woah! No! I already have one! I need the second one, Yoosung!’’ you quickly reacted.

,,You’re in jail so no! Here’s my money!’’ he laughed.

You looked over to Zen, who wasn’t able to hold in his laughter.

,,I will take revenge for you,’’ he said and bought some houses.

You guys kept playing and each of you had to slowly give up your properties as Seven, who owned all the properties at the beginning of the game and the middle, made you guys spend a lot of money.

The first one to drop out was Yoosung.

,,Mc, come on, you can win this!’’ Zen groaned when you and Seven were the remaining players. Everyone else already went bankrupt.

,,Seven, you need to pay me since I have an hotel here!’’ you hissed and finally you were the winner.

Yoosung

,,Let’s exchange properties! You give me the blue and the green one and I give you the dark blue one!’’ you whined to your husband, Yoosung, who just wasn’t willing to give you his properties.

,,Mc, you already own two of each and everyone stops on my spaces! If I give them to you, you will build and will get a lot of money!’’ he argued.

,,Yoosung, my cards are worth more than yours!’’ you said, this time even louder, annoyed by him not helping you out.

,,No way! You bought these properties and no one ever landed on them!’’

,,Then don’t!’’ you hissed and began to let your dice roll so you could move your piece.

The other members just laughed at the both of you.

Seven was buying all the spaces and in the end got the double amount for owning them all, something that was pissing Zen off since he had the feeling that he was the only one landing on them.

Jaehee was often in jail, but quickly got out again and Jumin somehow thought of it as support…

,,I am supporting you, Mc so that you can build your own house,’’ he said as he once again had to give you some money.

,,That’s a positive way of seeing things, Elly’s Daddy!’’ Seven commented and laughed as he was the one who was allowed to move.

Just when you were about to go bankrupt, you luckily won all the money in the middle.

,,Are we sure that that’s in the rules?’’ Yoosung asked as mostly his money was in there.

,,Who else is supposed to get the taxes in this game? You don’t even trust your own wife?’’

The game ended with you as the winner and hours later a guard found you all sleeping on the table...

Jaehee

,,I’ve never played Monopoly,’’ she laughed as she moved past the jail.

,,Me neither,’’ Seven commented and to your surprise, not even Jumin ever played the game, leaving it to you and Yoosung, as well as Zen, to explain the rules.

The game began and you tried your best to buy all the properties you landed on.

To your surprise, even though Jumin wasn’t sure how to play, he was pretty good at it and always won some money.

,,He has just some fucking luck!’’ Zen hissed as he observed the black haired man.

You and Jaehee laughed a lot until you had to pay her some money for the fifth time in a row.

,,It’s not my fault that you land in it!’’

,,Jaehee, we are something special! You shouldn't make me pay!’’ you whined as you once again paid her.

The game seemed like it was never ending and soon everyone had to make themselves one more coffee as they all were so sleepy.

,,Are you honestly not selling me the card to get out of jail?’’ you asked Jaehee as she strongly held the card in her hand.

,,I went to jail just as many times as you did! Maybe I need it for myself?’’ she asked you, making you glare at her.

,,I will come out of it myself!’’ and so you ended up paying to get out of jail.

Indeed, just a round later, Jaehee used her own card as she got into jail too.

,,I think I was never that sleepy, but happy in my life,’’ Jaehee commented as she held your hand below the table, smiling at you...

Saeyoung

,,What do you mean I don’t get double amount for landing on this space?’’ Saeyoung asked you as you held the money in your hand.

You weren’t just a player, but the bank too.

,,I said no, Saeyoung, just read the rules. You’re playing with modern rules!’’ you tried to explain. However, he never let this excuse pass.

,,Just stop, ass of a brother,’’ Saeran hissed and surpassed him, receiving money from you.

The game was already going for three hours and still none of you had a single house or hotel.

Instead, you all were still trying to buy the properties as everyone had at least three different cards.

,,Woah, I bet this game won’t end tonight,’’ you commented as you took a sip of your wine.

,,We still need to clean up,’’ Vanderwood commented, as it was his turn.

,,This game needs a lot of concentration. It isn’t an easy game,’’ Jumin commented, making Jaehee sigh as he began to analyze everything once again.

,,Saeyoung, you rolled three doubles! You need to go in jail!’’ you demanded and tried to take his piece.

,,Why are you like that, Mc! No one else is as mean as you!’’ he whined and tried to stay on the board.

But in the end you won and your fiancé had to go into prison. He slowly began to think of it as a good idea. ,,I have everything I want! I don’t have to pay anyone so I can just stay in here!’’

These three headcanons will have their own beginning

Saeran

It took Saeran four years to find his brother until finally the family was together again. The brothers finally forgave each other and finally you could behave like a real family.

A year later, You and Saeran finally got married and in ten years you and him already had wonderful twins and one more baby on the way.

It was the twin’s birthday and their uncle, who just like always, loved to spoil the red haired girls, got them a new game.

,,No one of you have ever played Monopoly?’’ you asked both Saeran and Saeyoung and for a short moment, it didn’t even surprise you.

The five of you decided to play as you slowly began to explain the rules to everyone, the rules open as a book next to you as a lot of years passed for you too.

It didn’t take a lot of time until the first one of your children began to whine as she had to pay you money.

,,That’s the game’s rule!’’ you tried to explain, but as you were pregnant, your hormones were making you perhaps go over the edge.

More time passed and the second twin began to whine that the game was boring.

So it ended that a few minutes later, both twins were soundly asleep on the couch.

,,I think I need to buy a new game for the twins,’’ Saeyoung commented as he moved past your properties.

Your feet were on top of Saeran’s legs as he slowly massaged them.

,,Don’t you dare. My children are spoiled because of you,’’ he said.

In the end, you also began to argue with the men.

One time because Saeyoung took your taxes as he won all the money, the second time because Saeran built a hotel on a space only you landed on.

,,This was fun,’’ you said when you finally won, rubbing your belly as Saeran and Saeyoung began to clean up the table. ,,We should call the other’s once in a while to play,’’ you smiled and this was done just a weekend later.

Jihyun

,,So, as Lucy’s godfather, I bought her a game,’’ Jumin began as he was welcomed to step in.

This was a simple barbeque party, but once again the black haired man decided to bring something for the young child.

,,Thank you, Uncle Jumin!’’ Lucy laughed as he opened the package. Saeyoung and Saeran, as well as Zen and Yoosung waited for the big surprise.

,,Monopoly! It’s the one we saw last week!’’ Lucy laughed and smiled over to Jahee, her one and only favorite aunt who clapped her hands.

The RFA changed over the years and everyone seemed to be happier.

You began to work for Jumin, helping Jaehee with the amount of work.

She had more time for her hobby and Jumin let himself help others to have more time for his friend and family.

He was deeply in love with the work as a godfather and everyone could see it.

And so it came that the whole group sat around the big table, ready to play Monopoly.

You and Lucy wanted to play as a team and so it was done.

The two of you bought the first, second, and third house and even though the money wasn’t really enough, you could buy a house.

Jihyun also seemed to be really good at this game and quickly enough owned a few buildings himself.

,,I don’t get it, Mc! Just sell me the one card! You have so many already!’’ Zen whined as he needed only one card to finally get a house too.

,,Lucy, do we want to help uncle Zen?’’ Of course the girl rejected her uncle and Jumin was more than proud, causing one more argument.

But it was fine for everyone to say in the end that Lucy won.

Vanderwood

,,I don’t like this game,’’ Vanderwood sighed as you guys played Monopoly Mario Kart for your birthday together with Saeran and Saeyoung who one day decided to stop over.

,,Well, it’s funny and you just don’t like to lose,’’ you said, having one more special card.

,,You all owe me money!’’ you hissed.

,,Woah, your wifey is really an aggressive one!’’ Saeyoung laughed.

The Monopoly Gamer, so it was named, seemed to go quicker than the normal and so you all decided to play it once again.

But this time also you couldn’t stop yourself from arguing with the group.

,,These are the rules! I didn’t make them!’’ you said as you opened your hand to get the money.

,,I want to buy this property. We need to stop or else Mc will win again,’’ Saeyoung said as he too was now pouting.

,,The person who has more property and more money wins. You already lost,’’ Saeran commented, totally on your side.

It indeed was a funny game and you all, even though you often argued, laughed a lot too.

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haloshornsinkstains · 2 years

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No Longer Lost (1/2)

This is something a lot little older, I was still getting into Mystic Messenger when I started writing this (hadn’t even finished 707′s route yet) and already I loved Vanderwood. I apologise if anyone is a bit out of character, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Vanderwood x Female MC CW: smoking, alcohol, probably swearing, mentions of an attempted kidnapping

“Can I help you?” Vanderwood frowned, eyes scanning the room once more before settling on the woman in front of him. “I was looking for the party planner?” She smiled, almost blindingly bright, before nodding. “You found her. Are you from the modelling group?” That made him falter. Modelling group? He coughed slightly, shaking his head. “Uh, no. I’m looking for Seven. The lady out front said you’d know where he was.” Despite the blush tinging her cheeks she narrowed her eyes at him slightly, as if appraising him, searching for any hint of deception. It was uncannily good, and for a moment Vanderwood wondered if maybe she was an agent too. “You know Seven…” She hummed, a hint of a frown flashing across her face before being almost instantaneously replaced by that bright smile from earlier. “He’s just backstage sorting something out for us. Uh, no-” as soon as Vanderwood had started to move she’d grabbed his sleeve, tugging him back to a stop “-only RFA members are allowed back there. Confidentiality reasons, you understand.” Her smile had shifted into something harder, the smile of someone who’d been dealing with people all evening and was not about to take any more shit, almost daring him to try and head backstage anyway. With a low chuckle Vanderwood stopped and nodded at her. “Great! One moment, I’ll get him out here.” He could have sworn the phone materialised out of thin air, he didn’t think he’d seen it being pulled from anywhere, but then again maybe he was just distracted by her smile.

MC: Seven my love, there’s a very handsome man out here looking for you. Did you invite a friend in secret? 707: Huh? I didn’t… 707: What does this handsome man look like? MC: Tall. Brown hair. Really nice coat. MC: Be quick or someone might steal him away ;) 707: Coming!

She slipped the phone back into whatever ether she’d pulled it from and grinned up at him. “He’ll be just a second.” Well damn, if she wasn’t an agent she should be. She didn’t even have to threaten him with a taser. "Really?" He hadn't meant to let his surprise show but she was disarming. The woman nodded happily. "Well maybe more than a second, but he's on his way." She considered him for a moment. "Nice coat by the way." "Huh. Thanks." She chuckled at the way his cheeks flushed, keeping that searching gaze on his face as if she was waiting for him to continue the conversation. Gods this was awkward. He might tase Seven anyway just for making him endure this. "Madame Vanderwood!" Saved by the idiot. The woman blinked, a little startled, narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously. She looked like she wanted to ask, especially given the way her gaze jumped to the twitch in his eye at the nickname. "You'll never guess what our lovely planner said about you Madame Vanderwood!" Saved by the idiot again. The woman whirled, lightning fast even on those heels, meeting Seven a few strides away and pressing a hand into his chest. "If you continue that sentence I'll sneak into your house and steal all of the Honey Buddah chips I can find." She smiled. "Do you know Arabic?" "Thanks for the heads up, I'll bring a translation app with me." "I'll lend you my dictionary!" Vanderwood called helpfully. She looked over her shoulder at him and beamed. "Thankyou Vanderwood." She caught sight of something across the hall and sighed. "I best head off. It was lovely to meet you at last, I'm MC. I'll be around if you need anything else." With that she left them behind, striding over to where Jumin and Jaehee looked to be in some kind of argument, Seven's whines of 'Vandy! You traitor!' ringing in her ears.

"So, MC said a very handsome man was looking for me. You haven't seen him anywhere have you?" Seven grinned. "I will give her my dictionary." He paused and shrugged. "She thought I was a model." "Maybe I should take her to get her eyes checked." Vanderwood growled, eyes following the shape of her cocktail dress across the party. "So, Mary, what are you doing gate crashing our humble charity party? I didn't take you for a charity person." "Boss called, wants to know how close you are to finishing the job." He paused and frowned. "Uh, is she going to be okay?" Seven glanced in the direction his partner was looking and shrugged. "Jumin has bodyguards, he'll survive." "That is not what I said." Vanderwood knew he was just meant to be here to make sure Seven finished the work he'd been avoiding the past few days. He certainly wasn't supposed to be here to get distracted by the mysterious party planner that was the entire reason Seven was behind on his work. Yet here he was, distracted. Whatever conversation she was having with the corporate heir was getting heated, her expression stormy even if her words were too quiet to hear. Even as the man towered over her she didn't budge. Might as well put those lip reading skills to use, good practice he told himself. "I helped Jaehee pick this outfit and I think she looks lovely." "That is not the point. I don’t think that is appropriate attire for an assistant. Assistant Kang should…" "She is not your assistant right now Jumin. Jaehee is a member of the RFA and a guest at this party." She closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Could you just not be a dick for one night?" "I do not see how I am being a 'dick'. I am merely stating the facts. You sound like Zen." "He's a good judge of character." She shook her head. "Just, try to be a human for once? I'm not above taking revenge you know." Jumin just frowned as she turned away, giving one last smile and reassuring pat on the shoulder to Jaehee as she melted back into the crowd. "Maaaary? Don't tell me you're falling for our party planner?!" Vanderwood sucked in a deep breath and tried to remind himself that it was a terrible idea to taze people in public. "Just get to work." "That's what I was doing backstage before you called for me." Seven sighed. "Follow me. And try not to fall in love with MC? I like her alive." Vanderwood felt his eye twitch. "Move."

He was keeping an eye on the party from backstage. To keep an eye out for any threats, he told himself (and Seven), though in reality his eyes kept finding her figure in the crowd. She was good at this, exceptional really for someone who'd been thrown in with no warning. Though her smile was starting to fray at the edges a little, her muscles tense and anxious. "Stop staring Vandy, it's starting to get weird." "I'm not." "You're watching for threats. Sure." Seven chuckled. "She has that effect on people. I'm nearly done here." "Good." He hummed, eyes narrowing as he spotted her leaning in close to the white haired actor. He slipped something into her hand surreptitiously and she smiled, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek before slipping away. "That white haired kid just slipped her something." "Zen? It'll be a cigarette, she thinks we don't know." Seven looked up and sighed. "She's not a spy." "How did-" "You've got that look. I did a very thorough background check. She's not a spy, and she can handle herself. Did I tell you she bit the hacker?" "What?" "They tried to kidnap her, she bit them and escaped. Like, a couple days ago?" Vanderwood raised an eyebrow. "That's certainly something." "Yeah. She really is something." Seven shut the laptop. "And I'm done! Party time~" "She'd make a good agent…" "Don't you dare." The voice was quiet and cold, it took Vanderwood a moment to realise he'd spoken his thoughts aloud. "She's been through enough, she doesn't deserve that." Seven paused for a second. "I bet she forgot to bring a lighter, she should be out by the back entrance if you want to make another attempt at wooing our warrior princess now I'm done with that job." "I am not trying to woo her." He went anyway.

“Damnit.” She was patting herself down when Vanderwood made his way outside, the cigarette dangling from her lips. It almost felt wrong to watch, like he was seeing something he shouldn’t as her hands moved over her body. Finally he snapped out of the trance he was under. “Need a light?” She whirled, nearly dropping the cigarette in surprise. “Are you trying to kill me tonight?” He merely smirked. “I wouldn’t give you this much warning if I was.” Rolling her eyes she took the offered lighter and lit up, inhaling once before handing it back. “Damnit, so Seven knows?” Vanderwood nodded, lighting his own cigarette. “Don’t tell the others. Or I may have to kill you.” She grinned. “And steal your coat.” “You wouldn’t have a chance.” It came out harsher than he meant it but she just chuckled in response. “Besides” he mused, chancing a sideways glance at her, “should the party planner really be murdering her handsome guest?” She spluttered, turning an impressive shade of red. “He told you that did he?” “He was very smug.” “Can I borrow your dictionary?” Vanderwood paused for a second, putting together the pieces until he recalled their conversation from earlier. “Sure. On second thoughts, I’ll come with you. Make sure you’re not up to anything suspicious.” “Except stealing chips?” “Mhm.” She grinned, faking a swoon. "My hero!" After a few moments of companionable silence (in which she was definitely not focusing on his lips at all), she stubbed out her cigarette and threw the butt in a nearby bin. "Ah, back to work." She stretched, rolling her neck before holding out an arm. "Care to join me?" He hesitated for a moment, this was a terrible idea, for all the usual reasons and because Seven would never let him live it down. But seeing her face fall just a fraction as she started to lower her arm did something to him and he sighed, slipping an arm through hers with a sigh. "Best make sure you don't go threatening any more handsome guests, or corporate heirs…" She chuckled. "You saw that?" Vanderwood nodded. "Well, he deserved it. Jumin can be a dick and he needs calling on it." "I'd expect nothing less.'

Vanderwood was right, Seven was never letting him live this down. More than once he wondered whether it was really that bad to taze him in public. But he was pretty sure the party planner wouldn't like that, and something about her made him want to stay on his good side. All in all it was a pretty good party, amazing really for something that had been pulled together in a little over a week in the midst of what sounded like a whole mess of drama involving hackers and bombs. Eventually the guests started to filter out, leaving the RFA and one mildly harassed Vanderwood in the empty hall. "Do you think we pulled it off?" MC sighed, settling into a chair with a very large glass of wine in hand. "It was a commendable effort." "God Jumin, can you not just give her a compliment? You did great honey, the party was almost as amazing as you look." Vanderwood bristled a little at the actor's compliment, even if he wasn't sure why. He'd been formally introduced to all of the members over the course of the evening, but something about the actors constant flirting rubbed him the wrong way. "Zen." MC sighed, clearly used to this, offering him a small smile in return. "Thank you." "You did very well MC, but are you sure you're alright after everything that happened yesterday?" Jaehee looked so genuinely worried that MC wanted to hug her, but that would mean standing up and ditching the wine (her first glass all night) so she offered another bright smile to the woman instead. "I'm fine, honestly. I was more worried about pulling this off." "Besides, she had a bodyguard all night, right Mary." Seven laughed, scooting out of range of any wayward fists or tasers. "I am not a bodyguard." He growled. "You're not a maid either. Or you're a very strange one." Jumin noted, trying to stare him down. Vanderwood tensed, glaring back, but MC patted his arm. "Seven is a pretty weird guy. Besides, he was my knight in shining armour tonight." She shot him a wink. "Appeared right when I needed him and everything." Seven cackled, mouthing 'you're blushing Madam' at him. He was really tempted to taze him after this. "Well, here's to a successful inaugural party for the RFA mark 2! I couldn't have done this without you guys, you are the greatest, weirdest, most capable and chaotic bunch of people I've ever been led to by a hacker. And I wouldn't have it any other way." MC announced, raising her glass in a toast to the echoes of 'cheers' around her.

Once the congratulations had been passed around, along with stories and promises to meet up soon, the group started to dissipate. MC found herself wandering back towards the entrance with Seven and Vanderwood. "So, you join weird fundraising organisations on the whims of a hacker often then?" She glanced up at Vanderwood and shook her head. "Would you believe this is my first time?" He smiled at her, ignoring Sevens low whistle from behind them. "You're really something." She grinned, staring up at him with stars in her eyes. "You're quite something yourself Vanderwood." "So." Seven burst into their moment with all the finesse of an elephant, placing himself solidly between them. "What are you gonna do now MC?" She shrugged. "Start planning for the next party?... wait, you're not going to remove me from the app now this is over are you?" There was a note of real panic in her voice that almost broke Seven's heart. "Of course not, I like you too much." She beamed then, a happy squeak escaping her as she leant forward and pressed a loud kiss to his cheek, sending him almost the same shade of red as his hair. They'd stopped beside a very flash looking car, one of Seven's babies she realised, and she smiled softly at them. "Guess it's time to say goodbye. It really was great to meet you Vanderwood." She leant up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Seven, get some rest. Don't make me wait too long before I see you guys again!" She turned and walked away, sliding into a waiting taxi with one last wave. "Madam! You sly wolf, you're blushing!" Seven grinned, ignoring his own very red cheeks. "I will taze you." He held his hands up in surrender, sliding around the car and gesturing for the other agent to get in. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're on the invite list for all future RFA events. I’ll even give you her number because I’m such a good friend… hey! No taser in my baby!"

#halo.writes #mystic messenger #Vanderwood #vanderwood x mc #female mc

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afictionalwhore · 3 years

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Extra Spicy Curry

Vanderwood x MC/Reader

Rating: 18+

Words: 2.1 k

A/N: This is extremely self-indulgent Vanderwood smutty mess. I have been simping for this man since 2016. Please, just give him a route already. In the meanwhile, enjoy some smut of our favorite secret agent daddy. 🥵

Disclaimer: I haven't played Another Story yet.

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In a miraculous change of events, Seven decided it would be safest for the girl to leave Rika’s apartment and stay with him while he worked on catching the hacker targeting the RFA. Vanderwood would be the last to admit that he was glad she came to stay with them. In the beginning, he was vehemently against the idea, fearing Seven had personal feelings for the girl. It was as if God and every other celestial being was making a joke of his life as Vanderwood was the one who ended up developing feelings for the girl.

It started simply at first. She helped him keep the place clean and did the cooking. Lord knew Vanderwood needed the help. How Seven managed to dirty the place up so badly was beyond him. Her help freed up Vanderwood's time to babysit Seven, or attempt to get work for the agency done while Seven was distracted by the RFA. Personal feelings in his line of work was extremely dangerous. All his time with the agency, Vanderwood had been careful not to get involved with anyone. Vanderwood had enough self control to crush his feelings, hide them. Or he thought he did.

The way she moved made him realize that she was fully aware of his feelings, and was teasing him, testing him. He felt his heart speed up whenever she bent over to pick up after the messy hacker, giving him a perfect view of that round ass. She would often bring him coffee, leaning over him, to make sure her chest pressed flush against his back, wearing the thinnest shirts so he could feel her perky nipples. Sometimes as she cooked, she would dance, swaying her hips right in his line of vision.

She couldn’t deny her growing feelings for the secretive man. As soon as she met him, she was entranced by the cold agent. She had spent the same amount of time fantasizing about tangling her hands in those long, brown locks, pulling on them as he touched her in all the right places. She could feel the heat rising in her as she imagined his scarred and muscular body holding her flush against him. She made sure to carefully calculate her movements, knowing exactly what would give Vanderwood the most tempting view of her. It seemed like her hard work had paid off as rough leather gloves grabbed her waist as she danced in the kitchen while cooking dinner. Tonight was curry, extra spicy.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Vanderwood’s low voice growled in her ear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she gasped, her smirk and blush hidden from Vanderwood.

He leaned in to whisper to her.

“I know what you’re up to. You think I don’t notice the way you move? The way you bend over, giving me the sweetest view of your ass? The way you press yourself against my back when handing me my coffee, instead you lean over me from behind to set on the desk instead of just handing it to me in front of me like a normal person? Or how about the way you dance, the way you dip and bend and sway? You drive me crazy.” He punctuated the last statement with a rock of his hips into hers, pulling a moan from her, before turning her around to face him.

A blush colored her cheeks. She was too flustered with their closeness to speak, his deep brown eyes seemed to pierce right to her soul. But Vanderwood didn’t give her the time to speak before he was kissing her greedily.

This is wrong, Vanderwood thought as he crashed his lips down on hers. I can’t have these feelings.

Despite whatever the highly-trained logical side of him said, he couldn’t deny that he had dreamt about this moment. He spent countless nights laying awake fantasizing about her. He dreamt of what her soft skin under his rough, calloused hands would feel like. He could have creamed himself imagining the pretty noises that would leave her pretty lips. Those lips he’d spent long nights dreaming about, thinking about those soft lips wrapped around his thick cock. He even dreamt of holding her in his strong arms after.

He drank up her wet kisses as she reached to wrap her arms around his neck. He reached around to grab her ass, kneading the soft skin over her jeans. He pulled her in closer to him, and she moaned the feeling of his hardness against her.

A burning in her lungs caused her to pull away, gasping for air. For a few seconds, the world seemed to stand still as they gazed into each other's eyes, both pairs glassy with need. She nodded, and it didn’t take long for Vanderwood to lift her up into his strong arms, shrugging off his jacket before he carried her off to the spare room that unofficially became his own with how often he stayed to supervise Seven. They kissed along the way, hurriedly, sloppily, needily, bumping into walls.

Finally, they made it to Vanderwood’s room. It was exactly as she would have expected: flawless, not a crumb or stray paper on his floor and not a wrinkle in the sheets of his perfectly made bed. He used her weight to close the door and slam her into it, lips never parting. As he held her against the door, he bucked his hips into her.

“Vandy!” she whined, breaking the kiss to tug at the hem of his deep purple v-neck, signaling for him to take it off.

He couldn’t stop the chuckle and smirk as he broke away to quickly remove the offending garment, tossing it to the side.

"These too," she pulled at his pants.

"Someone's needy," Vanderwood commented, his voice and eyes darkening in a way that made her pussy flutter and thighs squeeze together.

He complied, pulling off the leather. Once he was down to his black briefs, he faced her, stripping her bare with his eyes before laying a hand on her clothes.

"Strip," no hesitance in his low voice as Vanderwood commanded.

Her hands immediately pulled the hem of her own shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the side to meet his own discarded clothes. She tugged her jeans down and stepped out of them, effectively bare save for the purple lace bra and matching panties.

“What a naughty girl,” Vanderwood comments, his voice heavy with lust as he drank in the sight of her. “Did you plan this?”

“Yea? So what if I did,” she smirked and gazed at him through her lashes. “What are you going to do about it?”

Vanderwood couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him as he approached her. Once again, he lifted her up in his strong arms, only taking a few steps before tossing her onto his bed, crinkling the perfect sheets.

His lips attacked her neck, small sounds of pleasure hummed in her throat. He moved down, leaving purple marks in his wake. When he reached her chest, she lifted herself up to unhook her bra, throwing it out of their way. Her tits bounced with their release from their lacy prison.

He was mesmerized by her perfect breasts. Soaking the sight of them into his memory before diving down to greedily suck on one of her nipples. His hand reached up to pinch and flicker the other. The actions pulling soft sighs from her.

Once he was satisfied, Vanderwood moved down to trail kissing along her stomach. When he reached her panties, he pulled them down, meeting slight resistance as they stuck to her already soaked core.

“You’re so cute, getting this wet already,” Vanderwood teased. He chuckled at the flush of her cheeks at his praise. “Baby, we just got started.”

With that, Vanderwood lifted himself off the bed and pulled her so her legs dangled off the edge. He hiked her legs on her shoulder as he crouched down to face her hot core.

“What a pretty pussy,” he cooed as he spread her folds apart. “Mind if I have a taste?”

She hummed her approval, and Vanderwood wasted no time. His long tongue flicked at her clit. He lapped at her soaked entrance, dipping his tongue in every so often, before moving back up to suckle at her clit. He slipped a long finger in her, causing her hands to dart into his hair. After a few pumps, he added another finger, curling the two against her gummy walls before dragging them out. The motion caused her to tug at his long locks, the roughness causing him to moan against her sensitive bud.

"God. You have such a pretty pussy," he moaned into her, the praise sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. "Fucking delicious."

"Please," she begged, her orgasm creeping up on her. She was so close, just a few more thrusts of his fingers against her, a few more flicks of his tongue. Her thighs clenched around his head.

At this, Vanderwood pushed her legs back open and pulled away, effectively ruining her orgasm.

"Please, what?" Vanderwood teased. His lips tugged into a smirk while her slick gleamed on his mouth and chin."You have to tell me what you want, babydoll."

"Oh just fuck me," the irration of her lost orgasm evident in her voice.

"Gladly." Vanderwood stood and backed away just enough to give him the room to remove his briefs.

With nothing separating them, Vanderwood lifted her legs up so her ankles rested on his shoulders. He rocked himself up against her pussy, dripping with her own arousal and his spit, his head grazing her clit, pulling another sweet moan from her lips. Her walls clenched around nothing as the heat radiating out of her core invited him in. She felt his tip at her entrance, the head of cock large enough to split her in two, and bucked her hips to pull him in.

Vanderwood never thought she looked more beautiful as he pushed his thick cock into her hot cunny. She rolled her head back against mattress. She felt as though she were going to be split in half in the most delightful way. This was exponentially better than what either of them could have dreamed on those long nights alone fantasizing about each other. Vanderwood would take her warm, dripping pussy over his rough hand any day. Her fingers would never be able to replicate the feeling of Vanderwood's large tongue, long fingers, and hot, thick cock.

Despite the romantic feelings that had developed between the two, there was nothing about this that could be called lovemaking. Everything about them screamed desperation. Her cries as he merciless pounded her, every grunt falling out of his mouth causing her to clench around him.

As if driven by instinct, Vanderwood lowered her legs in favor of folding them against her chest. The new position allowing him to reach even deeper within her. With every thrust, he reached her cervix. His eyes met hers as he looked down at her through his bangs that had fallen in his face.

"Oh god," she cried, as his cock dragged in and out of her tightness, hitting her sweet spot with each push and pull of his hips. "Oh Vandy, I'm so close."

"Francis," he panted, sweat sticking his tousled hair to his pale skin. "Call me Francis."

"Francis?" she tested the name. It felt natural, right. "Francis!"

Hearing her use his real name, the name he chose for himself, pushed him closer to falling off the edge into what he believed would be the blissful, intoxicating orgasm of his life.

"Fuck. Fuck," his thrusts grew more frantic, losing his rhythm as he pounded into her soft cervix. With a final, whispered "fuck", Vanderwood found himself coming undone. His grip on her legs would surely leave bruises in the morning as he snapped his hips against hers, his warm seed filled her to the brim.

Watching his face contort with absolute bliss and the feeling of his warm seed in her most intimate parts was all she needed to reach her own peak. With a cry of his name, her back arched deliciously off his bed as she gripped his sheets hard enough for her knuckles to turn white.

They stayed like that for a moment, gazing at each other while climbing down from their highs and trying to catch their breaths. A small whine escaped her as Vanderwood finally pulled out his softened cock, white dripping out of her spent hole.

”Let me get you something to clean up," Vanderwood turned, but she had reached out to grab his wrist.

"Stay," She whispered.

How could he deny her? It was as if God and every other celestial being had answered his unvoiced prayers. The mattress caved under Vanderwood's weight as he gently laid himself besider her, pulling her into him for her to nestle against his chest. She could have fallen asleep there, warm and safe in his arms. He could have just as easily fallen asleep holding her if it were for her harsh, sudden cry.

“Fuck!” she bolted up.

“Oh. Again?” Vanderwood joked, before noticing the look of fear in her face. “Hey. What’s wrong? Do you...” he was worried she regretted letting him finish inside, both of them fully aware of the consequences.

“I forgot about dinner!” she jumped out his bed and ran out his door. “Shit shit shit!”

As she rounded the hallway corner, the sight in the kitchen caused her to come to a grinding halt. Vanderwood, who had been following closely behind, crashed into her.

There stood Seven, with an apron tied around his waist, at the stove stirring the curry and dancing, humming along with the music she had left playing when Vanderwood whisked her away. Without turning to face them, Seven chuckled.

“Next time you two decide to get your freak on, please turn off the stove. I don’t want my house burned down because you couldn’t keep in your pants like a couple of hormonal teenagers

“Now go get dressed; dinner’s done.”

#vanderwood #vanderwood x mc #vanderwood x reader #mystic messenger #seven makes a small appearance #give my man some love pls #self indulgent trash

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otomeamethyst · 3 years

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RFA needing mc’s attention! (Extra fluff!)

Warnings: none

Saeyoung choi

He wasn’t hacking that day, yet you were in a different room as he sat bored in bed. You were playing chess with vanderwood, he had suggested it and it wasn’t too bad.

But you got slightly bored eventually and seven got lonlier and lonlier as he waited for you to come back.

Eventually he took matters into his own hands and walked into vanderwoods room, whining.

“Mc come onnnn, I have the day off”

“Awh- one more game okay? Then we can hang out sev~” you said with a smile as your eyes focused on the chess board, moving your character

//idk how to play lmao it’s been years//

He groaned and walked over, tugging you up as you whined “seven, I wanna winnnn”

Vanderwood laughed as you yelled “I win vandy! Okay?!” As you were pulled out by seven.

He pushed you into the bedroom and you giggled as he tackled you onto the bed, squeezing you and leaning into your chest.

“I miss you..” he mumbled into your chest as you giggled even more

“I’m here now saeyoung, come on let’s get comfy” you playfully shoved him off and layed down, he layed beside you.

As he pulled you to his chest a sigh left his mouth “mc?”

“Mhm?”

“I love you”

“I love you too” you cuddled him tightly with a smile, staying in a happy silence with him for a while before he randomly said

“Wanna get married in the space station still?”

“Hell yeah! Are you dumb!” You laughed, the day was spent laughing and cuddling, exactly the way you and him wanted

Hyun ryu

He had been away all week, filming some form of commercial out of the country but he arrived back around four am.

Slowly going into your room, spotting you fast asleep, hugging a large plushie.

A smile crept onto his face as he quickly layed beside you, holding you tightly, and that morning..boy was he clingy.

I mean, you went to get breakfast and he attatched himself to you, basically walking you downstairs and the second you got into the kitchen, he sat you on the counter.

You both shared smiles as he stood between your legs, pulling you close as he leaned into your chest, you leaned on his head.

“I missed you jagi~”

“I missed you too lovely zen!” You giggled and he squeezed you tight.

“I love it when you call me that princess, now..what does the queen want for breakfast huh?” He smiled, pecking your lips as you got down, hugging him tightly.

“Hmm...well, what does the king want?”

“Oh, well he’d love some bacon and eggs, how does that sound?” He joked with you, placing an arm around you as he began cooking, you making the eggs as he cooked the bacon.

He loved soft mornings like this, were you guys just joked around and had fun, smiling a lot.

You ate breakfast together, chatted for a while and then went on a walk, no fans surprisingly.

Meaning you and zen had no separation the whole walk, hand in hand, leaning on each other with a large smile.

Jumin Han

You guys were sat next to each other in bed, although you realised that today you told jaehee you’d come to the office and help out with some of her work.

So you got up and yawned, jumin making a whining noise as he felt the bed lift slightly and the heat leave.

“Kitten, where are you going?” He mumbled in a tired voice as you began changing into more formal attire.

You turned to him “I told jaehee I would try to come in and help her if I got the chance, and I have the chance” you said gently as he huffed

“Not anymore, I want you here with me, cmon I barely ever get days off” he said as he stood up, hugging you from behind.

His hands roaming your waist and sides as he held you, humming “please” you looked in the mirror at him, thinking.

“But I feel bad making her do that work”

“It’s her job” he said, looking back at you as he leaned into the crook of your neck.

“you give her to much jumin, give her a break okay? A long one! She’s super stressed right now.”

“If I were to foresay, give her a month off and got a temporary assistant, would you come to the office with me? And cuddle me on days like this?” He pulled you closer, roughly.

You smiled “a month? Hell ya, she’ll probably enjoy that and honestly, I won’t mind coming to the office” that was always something you did rarely, it distracted him, but he loved having you sit on his lap as he worked.

So that day, you called jaehee, explaining to the situation, she was amazed and overjoyed. Then you changed again, you and jumin having the longest cuddle session ever, just holding each other in the dim lit room, relaxing.

Yoosung kim

You had been playing on LOLOL, he recently taught you how to play and you became addicted. Sometimes playing together but at this moment you had stolen his seat, playing on his computer.

He sat on the bed, watching you as you were already basically a pro gamer at this, smiling.

Although he missed when you used to noob out while sitting on his lap, not understanding the game at all, him re-explaining things repeatedly for you.

So he walked over, leaning on the back of his gaming chair as he watched the game end, you turned to him with a smile

“I’m rank three!” You cheered and he chuckled, kissing your cheek

“Don’t beat me mc, I don’t want you winning my highest rank in a fraction of the time I did” he said, and motioned for you to stand up.

He then sat down with a playful smirk and you huffed “rude”

“Hey, it’s my chair, I just let you use it and this, is your chair” he patted his lap causing you to smile again.

“Smooth” you joked at the way he came up with such a sentence, slowly sitting on his lap.

His arms went around you as your legs went around his waist, him playing LOLOL as you leaned into him happily.

Eventually he turned the game off, you both sat there in a happy silence for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth.

Jaehee kang

You were sitting at the kitchen counter, jaehee was upstairs asleep, or so you thought until you got a chat room notification.

You picked up your phone and put down your coffee, turning it on to see a conversation between jaehee and zen.

Z: just call her!

J: but that’s so much efforttttt

Z: really? Then just yell her name

J: nooooo

Z: I’m not calling her for you jaehee, you live in the same house- she’s in the chatroom!

J: oh! Baby hiiiii

Mc: hi jae~ hey zen ^^

Z: hello! Jaehee is too lazy to ask you to come cuddle her so she was trying to get me to ask you for her lolol

Mc: ah, I’ll be up in a sec jae, Lemme make you a coffee! UvU

Z: awhhhhhhh!!

J: ah! Too sweet! Hurry up!

*jaehee kang has left the chatroom*

Z: oh and she’s already gone lol

Mc: lolol I’m off to make her coffee, see ya later Zenny!

*mc left the chatroom*

You smiled to yoursslf as you quickly brewed jaehee a coffee, god she was adorable. You almost ran upstairs, two coffee cups in hand to see jaehee sprawled out in bed, yawning.

“mc!“

“hey baehee~“ you teased, placing the coffees down as you sat on the bed, beibg attack hugged.

You guys sat in bed all day, watching zens musicals and in each other’s arms, it was peaceful

#mystic messenger #otome game #saeyoung choi #hyun ryu #jumin han #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #fanfic #fiction #headcanons #imagines #oneshots #romance #writing #anime

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noonmutter · 3 years

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Kinky Questions, Go!! ALL 50! At least the ones you haven't gotten yet.

*knucklecrack*

1: Kitchen Counter, Couch, or on top of the dryer?

"Yes. If I gotta pick one, couch. Th' dryer's noisy an' I like bein' able t' hear th' other person.

2: Your last sexual encounter: Good or Bad and why:

Answered here!

3: A fictional person that you think would be good in bed:

(I actually don't know any ingame fiction to draw an answer from here, sorry. <.<)

4: Something that never fails to make you horny:

"Pullin' me int' you. Up, down, chest-t'-chest, back-t'-chest, whatever. Not often I get manhandled, y'ken?"

5: Where is one place you would never have sex:

"I mean, never say never, but somewhere it'd take some real convincin' t'get me t' do it? Th' meetin' space at th' center o' th' Dreamgrove. I'd sooner set my 'air on fire than fuck where th' statue o' Malorne might watch me, an' Remulos would not approve."

(Rest below the cut! Yes I did do all of them!)

6: The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when:

"...Wakin' up in a pile o' people after an especially long bender, none of 'om I recognized, an' not one stitch o' clothin' anywhere in sight except fer a gnome-sized miniskirt. An' there were no gnomes in th' pile! "Days like tha' are why I don't fuck drunk anymore."

7: Weirdest thing that ever made you horny:

"Tenderizin' steak." Sigh. "Pretty sure it was th' smell o' th' raw meat, mostly.

8: What is the best way to sexually bind someone: Handcuffs, Rope, or Other [if other please explain]:

"With my bare 'ands, or with my teeth 'oldin' somethin' sensitive. Wolf's snout kin fit all th' way 'round most people's throats without actually bitin' down as long as I get th' canines all th' way across, an' as long as neither of us move too terribly much, it's great fun."

9: What is the fastest way to make you horny:

"Hook a finger in my collar an' pull me t' yer eye level. Trouble is, if we're not already pretty damn close an' y' start grabbin' at my collar, I might punch y'."

10: Top or bottom?

"Switch."

11: We were about to ____________ but then ______________ [example: we were about to have sex but then his mom walked in] "We were about t' sneak off t' start our 'oneymoon but then I tripped through a portal some jackass dropped in th' middle o' th' weddin' party an' 'ad t' fly all th' way back first.

12: Is one orgasm enough? Are multiple orgasms necessary?

"Sometimes it's enough, sometimes it's a start, sometimes it's not even th' point. Really depends on th' mood at th' moment, dunnit? I like t'go as many rounds as either of us kin stand, most o' th' time, but I def'nitely find plenty o' value in just one long, slow go tha' ends when it ends.

13: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:

His expression was less jovial than for most of these questions. "Th' collar I made for Vandy."

14: Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you:

"Squigglebird. Long story."

15: Two things you like [or dislike] about oral sex:

"Like th' noises it makes a person make--vocally, I mean--an' th' views it gives o' th' person I'm goin' down on an' th' person tha's goin' down on my. Don't like th' taste all tha' much, really 'ate some o' th' noises yer lips an' throat make if yer a li'l overzealous."

16: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:

"Li'l inflatable toy thingie in m' backside. Felt alright fer a while, cuz I mean it wasn't like it was th' first time I'd 'ad anythin' in there, but ah... she kept goin' past my willin'ness, an' it got pretty damn uncomfortable pretty damn fast. I might be willin' t' try it again but not without a lotta thought b'fore'and, an' not with my 'ands bound.

17: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]

"Yeah." He shrugged. "Tasted like cum. Nothin' special."

18: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:

"I mean, if y'both agree to it an' y'don't fool around with anybody else, then yeah it's fine. Overwhelmin' majority o' th' time, I wrap up, even with m'wives."

19: Who was the sexiest teacher you ever had?

"...I din't 'ave any teachers I thought were sexy? My first shan'do was a 'andsome elven woman 'o could arm-wrestle a grizzly an' win, but she wasn't wha' I'd call sexy. Too gruff, too keen t' be alone."

20: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience:

"Not somethin' I really think about in advance, t'be honest. Cook or no cook, food just kinda 'appens on a whim."

21: How big is too big:

"Can't get my mouth 'round it is usually a problem. Length isn't so much a concern, just means y' won't get t' bury it all th' way after a certain point unless y' want me dead."

22: One sexual thing you would never do:

"Mess with any bod'ly fluids besides cum. I tried real 'ard t'understand tha' one an' I just can't, sorry. Gross."

23: Biggest turn on:

"Depends on th' person; wha's 'ot from one is wierd comin' from another. Pickin' out of a hat? When Val'rin says somethin', then rolls 'is eyes up t' look at me an' tacks on a plaintive li'l 'Sir?' at th'end."

24: Three spots that drive you insane:

"Pretty much anywhere on m' throat, th' undersides o' my wrists, an' my 'air. Partic'larly yankin' on it. Just... don't come up an' do it outta nowhere. Like with m' collar, tha' shit'll get y' punched an' I'd argue y' prolly deserve it."

25: Worst possible time to get horny:

"Most times aren't really tha' bad, Iunno... middle of a warzone I guess?"

26: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans:

"I'm kinna suspicious of anybody 'o doesn't. Wha' kinna person doesn't love tha' kinda instant feedback? Tell me I'm doin' a good job, tell me 'ow t' do a better job, tell me just 'ow blown yer mind is by losin' track o' words, sing me a song."

27: Worst sexual idea you ever had:

"Really dunno why I thought it was a good idea t' let a blindfolded guy toss me anywhere, least of all into a bed with a solid headboard on it."

He touched the back of his head in remembered pain.

28: How much fapping is too much fapping:

"When yer chafed an' still 'aven't finished cuz yer too damned raw and desensitized t' get off, it's prolly time t' stop fer a while."

29: Best sexual complement you ever got:

Answered here!

30: Bald, landing strip, Jumanji:

"Landin' strip, ideally. I kin deal with whatever but tha's th' most convenient amount. Less potential fer mess."

31: Is it good sex if you don’t nut?

"What a bizarre question, 'course it is. Shit, sometimes tha's 'alf th' point."

32: Fill in the blank: “If they ____________, we are fuckin”

"Bite my neck 'r pin me t' a wall."

33: What your favorite part of your body:

"My 'air. It's gotten damned difficult t' take care of, but th' tradeoff's pretty worth it."

34: Favorite foreplay activities:

"Touchin'. Just... touchin'. Runnin' my fingers real light an' soft across ev'ry...single...inch...of a playmate's body. Learnin' th' curves, th' blemishes, th' scars, th' ins, th' outs, th' sensitive spots, th' ticklish bits, th' fav'rites all by touch. I kin do tha' fer hours if they'll let me."

35: Love (>,<, or =) Sex For those of us who don’t remember our math that's “greater than, less than, or equal to]

"Does not equal. Th' two kin be completely unrelated t'one another an' tha's perfec'ly fine. They kin en'hance each other when they're both involved, but they aren't incomplete without one another at all."

36: What do you wear to bed?

"If I kin get away with it, nothin'. I run 'ot these days, it's real easy t' overheat if I wear stuff t' sleep.

37: When was the first time you masturbated:

"Gods, Iunno. Thirteen? Fifteen? Somewhere in there."

38: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?

"Not tha' I keep fer very long. I make 'em an' send 'em t' people tha' I made 'em for, then I get rid of 'em cuz I don't wanna watch m'self wankin' or whatever."

39: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside?

"So many times, gods alive. Last time was a few days ago, if y' count th' back acres on our property as outside enough."

40: Have/would you ever have sex outside?

Leon just kinda snorted. (See previous answer!)

41: Have/would you ever had a threesome?

"Sev'ral times, an' I would 'appily do so again with th' right people. Fun, but occasionally tricky t' figger out."

42: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?

"Most o' th' time I'm very borin' an' just stick t' my 'and an' maybe a dildo, but I got one o' those vibratin' sleeve thingers not too long ago tha' I've been meanin' t' try out..."

43: Have/would you ever masturbate at work/school?

"No, an' maybe. If I were still workin' in a kitchen where other people 'ad t' work an' there's food ev'rywhere, it'd be an absolutely not. I work in a private workshop by th' 'ouse now, so I kin get away with it more, long as 'm careful. Thus far I 'aven't been so tempted tha' I couldn't make it back in th' house first, though."

44: Have/would you ever have sex on a plane?

"Never been in one, be willin' t' try. I've 'eard 'ow tiny those bathrooms are."

45: What is one song you’d like to have sex to?

"...gonna 'ave t' ask me that'un again in a few months when I know more songs, sorry."

46: What is something nonsexual that makes you horny?

Answered here!

47: Most attractive celebrity?

"Do th' Tarts count as celebrities? I'm not even gonna try t' pick one, but tha's all I got."

48: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not?

"Not a big porn-watcher in gen'ral, my life feels like a goddamned romance novel as it is. Not often I need more'n a couple o' particularly fond mem'ries."

49: If a child was born on the occasion of the last time you had sex, how old would that child be right now?

"Four days."

50: Has anyone ever posted nude pictures of you online?

(Hard to answer this one since the internet at large isn't really a thing in WoW, at least not in a widely-accepted enough way for me to answer it...)

51: What is one thing that NEVER makes you horny?

"Put-downs. Don't call me slut or boy or bitch--gods, especially not bitch--or th' like if y'want me t' go 'ome with y'."

52: Do you have stretch marks? (How do you feel about them? Has anyone ever had a problem with them?)

"Not tha' I've seen."

53: Do you like giving head? (why/why not)

"Like givin' it cuz it makes m' playmate feel real nice, don't like th' flavor s' much."

54: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?

"Doesn't make a dif'rence t' me, aside from most tattoos bein' pretty."

55: How would you feel about taking someones virginity?

"Done it, though I'm not a fan o' th' phrasin'. They put some trust in me, I din't take anythin'."

56: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?

"Nothin' spicy. Period. Just don't. It's not worth it."

57: Is there anything you do on Tumblr that you would not like your significant other to see?

(Another one that doesn't really have an answer in this context.)

58: Do you own any sex toys? (what is it? (how long have you had it?)

Leon burst out laughing and pointed at the full-size steamer trunk at the foot of his bed. "Tha's not even close t' all of it, either. Gods alive, wha' a question t' ask me!"

59: Would you give your significant other unrestricted access to your Tumblr for a day?

"Wouldn't give 'em unrestricted access t' anythin' private o' mine fer a day. If it's tha' private t' begin with, it's cuz it's my safe 'aven, an' they respect tha', same as I do their private stuff."

60: Would you be offended if your significant other suggested you get plastic surgery?

"A li'l bit if it came outta nowhere, but I've talked a fair bit about wishin' I could get rid o' some o' my scars. It's not somethin' I wouldn't consider tryin'."

61: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?

"Pretty 'appy doin' th' latter as it is. Don't think I'd wanna try th' recorded stuff, it seems like it'd be really awkward t' do tha' fer a cam'ra crew an' with somebody 'o ain't really enjoyin' it."

62: Do you watch porn?

"Not really. Most of it's not int'restin' t' me."

63: How small is too small?

"'Too small' is 'ard fer me t' quantify. I 'aven't found anythin' too small fer me t' work with some'ow."

64: Have you ever been called a freak? Why?

Bit of a flat look. "Worgen."

65: Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything?

"Me an' th' guy 'o fucked me on th' fence out back shared quite a few kisses b'fore, durin', an' after. Mostly they meant 'fuck yer hot.'"

66: Would you switch phones with your significant other for a day?

"I mean, I could. Nothin' on there I wouldn't want any of 'em t' see. Be a bit inconvenient though."

67: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”?

"Frankly I'm more comfortable tha' way than otherwise. Spent too long with a big ol' poof o' fur around m' crotch t' be comfy with most undies. Same reason I'm not overly fond o' shoes either."

68: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair?

"Purely in a logistical sense, yeah. I kin still go t' town an' do thin's right, but it's... sloppy. Those 'airs seem t' WANT t' get in yer mouth, an' all tha', an' it's just so much messier overall."

69: If you could give yourself head, would you?

"'O says I can't?"

70: Booty or Boobs?

"I am very much an ass man."

71: If you had a penis, what would you name it?

"I do, but I didn't. Namin' it seems strange."

72: Have you ever been on an official date?

"Sev'ral, but all of 'em only took place in th' last few years. Never when I was growin' up."

73: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)

"No, an' I never will, an' you kin quote me on tha'."

74: If you were a stripper, what would your name be?

"I 'aven't th' faintest idea 'ow tha' works."

75: Have you ever had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?)

"Nope. Never 'ad th' opportunity, an' I think I'd rather throw up on th' floor an' eat it."

76: How would you react if you found out your parents had sex in your bed?

"Sweet, I'm gettin' a new bed!"

77: What was your reaction the first time you saw a penis/vagina

"Assumin' we're not talkin' about my own bits... 'That's not gonna fit!' fer a dick, an' 'This is a lot less sexy than th'other lads made it out t'be' fer a cooch."

78: If you had a penis/vagina for a day, what are five things you would do?

Answered here!

79: Oral, Anal, or Vaginal?

"Yes."

80: What’s the first thing you look at on someone of the opposite gender?

"Their face. Also 'ow they carry themselves. But mostly their face."

( @pinpep @shckaewynn @valarin-sunstorm for mentions )

#prompty things #leon #SUCK IT RANEK

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marveloussupernerd · 3 years

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Ice Cream - Vanderwood

Uhm so... this idea started w this being abo seven. Then about Unknown. And then about Vandy. Just to clarify, I know lots of different pronouns are thrown around for Vanderwood, but I’m playing the safe route and going by he/him because that’s what the creators said 😀 no judgement if you hc otherwise though! Sorry this is probably gonna be OOC bc I have not played another story so my interactions w him have been slim to none

Summary: You were just kind of... depressed today. With the hacker at large, Seven and Mary Vanderwood III have been tasked with watching you through security cameras. Kinda rough when you won’t leave your room and there aren’t cameras in there. Vanderwood tries to cheer you up

PSA: this lowkey deals w mental health but not explicitly ? Inspired by me bc I get depressed~ esp when I am PMSing (which I am doing now) and genuinely can’t get out of bed and do things (ppl are iffy on mental health so just to say I have been diagnosed and was given birth control to help... which honestly has helped a lil). So I thought this would maybe help me and hopefully some of you, Jesus Christ I’ve prob lost so many of you w all these announcements

You just... couldn’t get out of bed. You had been stuck inside for a few days now, watched over by Seven and Mary Vanderwood III via security cams. But not getting to go outside and have human interaction kinda sucked. And then all your work was stressful too. You just didn’t want to move. And so you didn’t.

You got dressed though. That was a good start. Granted it was in something that could also be considered pajamas, but it felt nice to change your clothes. Felt productive. You went back into bed.

How long had you spent in bed, scrolling mindlessly through social media and watching stupid YouTube videos? You looked at the time; it was 1 pm. You were lucky you had today off, but had hoped to be more productive today. Oh well.

Your video was interrupted. A call from Seven. It was probably important.

“Hey Seven!” You picked up, bringing your voice to its typical cheery state. “What’s up?”

“Are you okay?” The voice on the other line asked. You jumped; it was deep, much deeper than Seven’s, and very serious.

“Are you using a voice modifier?” You giggled. It felt nice to talk to someone.

“Huh? Oh, no. This isn’t Seven.”

You paused for a minute, raising an eyebrow. Your voice caught in the back of your throat. “Are you... the hacker?”

“No!” The voice sounded urgent.

“Tom? Seven’s childhood friend?”

“I’m not fully convinced he exists.” The voice replied, an edge to the voice making it sound like a joke.

“Honestly? Me neither.” You paused, trying to think of who it could be. “I fold. Who are you? And how’d you get Seven’s phone!?”

“Giving up that easily?” The voice was teasing you now. “I thought you’d do more than two guesses.” You huffed out a sigh, making sure your annoyance was heard. “Come on, who would have access to Seven’s phone?”

That literally made no sense though. “...Mary Vanderwood the III?”

“Is he calling me that to you too now?” The voice asked, clearly annoyed. “My name is not Mary Vanderwood the III, and I’m not Seven’s maid. I just go by Vanderwood.”

“Hi Vanderwood,” you greeted. “You’re... a dude?”

“Yes.” He sounded annoyed still. “I don’t know why he’s said all this stuff.”

You giggled. “Well, back to the beginning of the conversation. Why’d you ask if I was okay? Is anything suspicious happening?”

“You just... you haven’t left your bedroom yet.”

“Oh” was all you could say.

“Oh? Are you okay?”

“Yeah of course!” You figured you might as well explain yourself. “It’s just, uhm, I haven’t really wanted to get out of bed and be productive. Sort of a mental block.”

“Oh,” his voice was much more understanding now. “That sucks.”

“Yeah... I think it’s because I haven’t interacted with people in a while. Just kinda holed up in the apartment. Hard to stay motivated.” Why were you telling him all this? He just wanted to know if you were okay. He wasn’t your therapist. “Oops! Uhm, sorry. Didn’t mean to unload that all.”

“You’re okay. I’m... sorry to hear that.”

“I’ve dealt with it before so like... it’s fine. It’ll pass. There are way more pressing matters right now,” you brushed it off, shrugging even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

“Do you-“ he coughed. “Do you like ice cream?”

“Yes?” What a change of topic. “Who doesn’t?”

“Well, if you want something to do, do you wanna get ice cream? If you’re feeling up for it.” He sounded almost awkward. It was kind of sweet.

But still, more pressing issues at hand. “I don’t know if I should with the hacker and everything. Everyone has security but me and so I-“

“I work with Seven. I think I can protect you.”

“Think?” You teased.

“You know that’s not how I meant it. I know I could protect you if need be. If you don’t want to though that’s okay.”

“No!” You shouted. You covered your mouth immediately, embarrassed from your outburst. “No. I think that’d be really nice.”

“I can pick you up outside the apartment in like ten minutes? You don’t have to worry about getting dressed up nice or anything...”

This was all so sudden. “Oh, I guess you do know the address, huh.” You were more saying it to yourself than him. “Wait! What do you look like? So that I don’t get picked up by the hacker or anything.”

“Uh...” he seemed so confident, but very uncomfortable describing himself. “I’ve got brown hair. Kinda long? It goes down to my shoulders. You know what? The lining of my jacket is leopard print. That should help.”

You were silent. Leopard print?

“Don’t make fun of it.” You could hear the scowl in his voice. “Ten minutes. See you then.” He hung up before you could say goodbye.

He did say not to look nice. Which made sense, in retrospect, because he had seen you for the past few days lounging at home. There was no need to try to impress; he already knew how you looked on the norm.

So you grabbed a jacket, your phone, and your wallet (with pepper spray attached to it for good measure), and headed out.

You kind of felt like a hooker, standing out at the curb waiting for a car to drive up and get you. But, you pushed those thoughts out of your mind. You were getting real human interaction today thanks to Vanderwood.

He pulled up in a very standard car, definitely not one of Seven’s babes. He rolled down the window and called your name.

“Wait! Show me the lining of your jacket!” You requested. It felt ridiculous but it was important. You laughed nonetheless, as did he. He pulled the jacket up, showing the intricate pattern. You grinned and got in the car.

“Hi. Nice to meet you in person,” you started, looking over at him. He kept the window down as he drove, the sound from the car loud and the wind blowing through his hair.

“You too,” he shouted, trying to talk over the wind. “Nice day out, huh?”

You leaned your head slightly out the window, the cool breeze a nice offset to the warmth of the sun beating down on you. “Mhm,” you hummed.

Luckily the ice cream shop was only a few minutes away. Good thing too; you weren’t sure what to talk about. You benefited from the fact that most of your words were carried away with the wind; the conversation starters had sucked anyway. You just focused on his surprisingly good driving and the feeling of the sun.

He got out of the car and you quickly followed. He didn’t wait for you, just kept walking to the order window. You scrambled to catch up. “So what’s your favorite?” He asked, sensing you by his side without even having to look.

“Oh, uhm, I’ll have cookie dough. Always a solid choice. How about you?”

He turned to you, a smile on his face that contrasted frankly with the harsh lines of his features. “Dark chocolate raspberry.”

“I can’t tell if I’m surprised or if I expected that.” You let out a little ‘hm’ and shrugged your shoulders. He went up and ordered for the both of you.

“Oh, uh,” you reached into your wallet, but he brushed you off.

“Relax. I can pay for a $3 ice cream cone.”

Your eyes widened. You hadn’t realized that may insult him. “Oh! Uh, that’s not what I meant to insinuate. I’m sorry.”

He glanced over with that smile of his, brown eyes lighting up. Why did it make your heart flutter? You had literally just met the guy. You were such a goddamn simp.

He grabbed the ice creams and handed you yours, his gloved fingers brushing against your bare ones. It wasn’t even skin-to-skin contact! Why did you feel this way from something so small? You wanted to die right then and there. He suggested you eat in the car to maintain a low profile and you nodded, not trusting your own voice.

Were you supposed to talk? Or eat your ice cream? Or both? Your mind chose for you, as words stumbled out of your lips before you could even stop them. “So is Vanderwood your real name?” Idiot. Of course it isn’t!

“God no.” He sounded hard about it. It was hard to take him seriously while he was licking an ice cream cone like that. You tried to hide your laughter. “No, don’t laugh.” His voice wasn’t hard this time. He was almost begging you to go easy on him.

“No I’m sorry! I wasn’t laughing at your name. It’s just... it’s kind of funny when you sound all mad and annoyed but you look so cute eating your ice cream.” No!!!!! Did you just call him cute? This was going AWFUL. You should have stayed home.

“Well, you can make fun of my name. I obviously didn’t pick it. It’s stupid.” Maybe he hadn’t heard the last part of what you said, considering he didn’t bring it up? But why was he blushing?

“It’s not that bad. You could be named Mary Vanderwood the III,” you teased. He rolled his eyes. “Can I give you a nickname? Maybe make it less insufferable?”

“What, you think we’re going to be talking all the time now?” He had a point. Why did you... do any of this? It was so embarrassing. You stared at your ice cream, praying you didn’t blush or shake your leg or do anything to show how much you felt like an idiot. He nudged you, causing you to glance up at him, and he smiled. “I’d love a nickname.”

“Wood.”

“Ha ha,” he laughed sarcastically.

“V! Oh wait... we can’t do that.” Poor V. You had almost regifted his name. “Vandy!”

“Vandy?” He questioned, trying out the name. “I’m not seeing it.”

“I am. Vandy. That’s the one”

“It’s too...cute.” His cheeks flushed red again. He pushed some of his hair out of his eyes. “I’m not letting you call me that.”

“You don’t get to pick your own nickname,” you stuck your tongue out at him. “I think it’s very fitting. It’s cute, you’re cute...” why were you doing this to yourself? You must have hated yourself.

“You’ve said that twice now. That I’m cute,” he mentioned causally, biting down on his cone, the rest of the ice cream gone.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it as an insult.”

“Oh, it’s fine. It’s probably just my toxic masculinity.” It sounded like a joke but he also sounded serious? There were so many mysteries surrounding him.

“Well, if it helps. I think you’re quite handsome too. But that’s a lot of syllables to get my point across.” You were a bit more confident this time. If he was genuinely worried about his image, why wouldn’t you help reassure him.

“Uh, thanks.” He pushed back his hair, pausing midway. “I’m sorry, I’m really bad with gratitude. I genuinely appreciate it, especially coming from you.”

“Well it’s not like I’m lying,” you shrugged. You had finished your ice cream. “Uhm... maybe we should get back. Who knows what Seven’s been up to since you’ve been gone.”

“Oh, yes. Of course.”

The drive back was just as silent as the drive there, the both of you enjoying the sun and the wind again. He turned on the radio this time. It played 80s hits.

He parked in front of the building. “I hope that helped you feel a little better. I mean, I had fun,” he explained. You could tell he was forcing the words out, forcing himself to express some emotion.

“It helped a lot. For real. Thank you Vandy.” You touched his arm gently.

“Can I have your number?” He asked, a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips. “So that I don’t have to call you through Seven’s phone again,” he justified.

You smiled, nodding, wordlessly taking the phone from his hands and putting your number in. Why were your hands shaking? Was he genuinely interested in you? Or was he just a nice guy?

You handed the phone back. “Thank you again.” You smiled, opening the car door.

“Wait!” He exclaimed. You turned back towards him, leaving the car door open. “Can I... kiss you?”

You shut the car door again, nodding eagerly. He pressed himself against the center console to reach you, using one hand to balance himself and the other to brush the hair out of your eyes, cupping your cheek as he closed the distance between the two of you. Your eyes fluttered shut, focused on just how warm and soft his lips were. It was... really pleasant. He didn’t maintain the kiss for long, although you seemed to have lost your concept of time.

He pulled away, hand still on your cheek, smiling that smile again. “Thank you. I hope I made your day a little better. You certainly improved mine.”

Your fingers grazed his own, intertwining with his for a moment as you opened the car door with the other hand. “You did. I’ll look forward to seeing you again maybe?”

“For sure,” he was more flustered now. “Ah, I should probably make sure Seven hasn’t burned down the house. Have a good night.” He regained his composure, winking at you as you exited the car, and driving off, wind still blowing in his hair.

Vandy stans don’t drag me maybe he was OOC but also I wanna think he’s a little less confident in a romantic situation ? Idk. I hope you all liked it tho tyy

#mystic messenger #mysme #Vanderwood

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mammonprotectionsquad · 3 years

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WIP Wednesday (even though it's Thursday lol)

Thanks for tagging me @kumaronoa! 💕

I started this Vandy/Kali fic ages ago and still didn't get around to finishing it 😅 I will eventually when the goldfish brain finally cooperates again 🙃

Everything was quiet when he woke up in the morning. No constant car sounds, like he was used to. And his sleep fogged mind was a little confused when his eyes darted around a room he didn't recognize at first. Though there was a grounding weight on top of him, slowly helping him recall the previous night. And as soon as he tilted his head, gaze landing on her, Vanderwood's expression softened. So it hadn't been a dream... He was actually with her again after such a long time. In their home. No more agency, no more hiding their relationship. They could finally just live. Together.

His hand snaked under Kali's shirt, fingertips brushing over smooth, warm skin, tracing the scars that littered her body. Two years he'd been waiting for that moment. Trying to find a way to be with her as soon as possible and now that it actually worked out? It still felt somewhat surreal.

Her sleepy noises pulled him out of his thoughts. The way she snuggled up to him, face pressed to his chest making his heart skip. God, he'd really missed that woman...

"Good morning", he murmured, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head.

"Mhm... Good morning indeed", she hummed, voice still thick with sleep, eyes barely opening as she pulled back a bit to be able to look up at him. The wide smile she aimed at him making him feel all warm. "How did you sleep in your new home?"

"Best sleep I've had in two years." Twirling a strand of her blonde hair around his finger, he leaned forward until their lips were nearly touching. "Didn't think I'd miss you clinging to me like a koala all night, but here we are", he added with a smirk. Though before she had a chance to answer, he already pressed his lips against hers, eyes slowly closing as they both got lost in the kiss.

"Mean... Attacking your poor fiancé like that first thing in the morning."

He watched how she rolled on her back, arms stretching lazily over her head, accompanied by a small yawn. Then his eyes landed on the ring on her finger, heart fluttering when the realization hit him that he had actually asked her to marry him last night. And she'd said yes. After two years, the ring was finally where it was supposed to be.

Tagging @quirky-and-kind @hell-temptations @hopebunnywrites @yukihaie @gureishi and whoever else might want to share their wips :3 tho no pressure of course! 💕

#becky rambles #writing wip #mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger vanderwood #vanderwood #mystic messenger oc #mystic messenger cmc #Vanderwood x kali #oc Kali Stark #my writing

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iheartgracie · 1 month

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vandyreyn funny quotes from the boys of preston prep series

“I’m listening.” “I can’t tell exactly you what it is—“ She huffs, “Are you kidd—” “But!” I hold up my hands. “I think I can get you access. Like a real, undercover, deep dive into the bowels of the true culture of the school. You’ll just have to give me a chance to get it together.” Her face scrunches up and I tilt my head. “What? I thought you’d be into this?” “I guess I am,” she explains, “but I think I’m trying to figure out how you’ve been here like eight days and you know more about the school than I do.” I raise an eyebrow. “I suspect it has more to do with me being a white male football player than anything else. She snorts. “God, you’re probably right.”

“So…” My mind runs a million miles a minute, and I’m only half-joking when I say, “If I wanted to have my first kiss—just to get it over with—you’re offering to take one for the team?” “If you mean the team of ready and willing teenage boys, then sure.”

“That was—” I start, because someone has to say something, and from the shell-shocked look on his face, the expression that no doubt precedes deep and sudden regret, he is at a loss for words. “Okay.” His eyebrow shoots up. “Okay?” “Okay,” I repeat, giving my lips a quick suck. “That was… okay. Good. Done. Mission accomplished.” Oh my god, Vandy, shut the fuck up. I give him a double thumbs-up. And because things couldn’t get worse… he slowly, reluctantly, gives me a double thumbs-up in return. “I’m just going to go in now. You should probably wait—” “A few minutes. Yeah, I agree.”

“Just then, my stomach decides that it’s done with all this. A loud rumble breaks the stillness and Vandy’s eyes fly open. We stare at each other for a moment, and maybe it’s the shattered moment, the overload of emotion, but a peal of abrupt laughter bursts from her throat. She immediately looks horrified, clamping a hand to her mouth and falling back on her heels.

“Sorry.” I fall back too, grateful for the space between us. “Don’t be.” I idly wonder if my smile looks as tired as I feel. “I think my stomach is smelling your mom’s food.” “Oh, she didn’t make it. I did.”

#boys of preston prep #vandy hall #vandyreyn #books #book #reading #book ships #editing quotes #romance books #book recommendations

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apenapaperandadoofus · 4 years

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The minor trio + Seven, Jumin and Yoosung reacting to MC attempting and possibly succeeding in killing Rika (for abusing her precious boys)

HA oh boy, that’s ✨🥰illegal💞🤪

I feel bad for Rika but

Fine LMAO oh god

Please don’t kill people PFTTTT

Seven, Jumin, Yoosung+minor trip reacting to MC fucking murdering Rika:

Yoosung:

He will then kill you

I mean, he doesn’t know what’s going on

And he’s just confused

And you literally just murdered someone

So uh...

You dead pfttt

He will get his revenge

Just don’t mess with Yoosung and his cousin

But if he already knew what she had done uh

He’d still be against killing her

But if you did he would help you hide the body

Jumin:

TRiGgErEd

I-

I guess if you were his partner

He’d be like oh shit

But he’d help you covering the whole thing up? Like he did with Saeran in the SE??

And uh

Maybe he’d be a bit...sad? I mean she was his friend and he did have a thing for her

He would agree killing her is the best method but I mean

If you did it he’ll just be sure you don’t get caught

Saeyoung:

Confusion

If he knows what she did to his brother he’d be mad

I don’t think he’d kill her

But if you did uh..

He’s pretty conflicted

I mean she did sort of save him before

But he will help you hide the body

Get ya a man that hides the body and doesn’t ask questions

But he’d feel kinda bad since well, his father probs kills people too and he’s like

Oh shit

But Saeyoung probably has killed other people in his Agency work soooo

He still feels guilty so please comfort him

Unless it was self defense I feel like V would just be triggered as fuck lmao

I mean, he did sort of want to help Rika, and I don’t think he wanted her to just like

End up like that

He will distance himself from you tho because he cannot handle it

I mean

Why would you do this to this poor baby, as much as I might sometimes hate him I feel bad making him go thru that

Saeran:

Eh depends

Probably will help you though

He doesn’t think murder is the best option

But unless she’s going to harm you or just not let you escape Mint Eye he’ll do it

I mean he’d feel bad

And he’d probably have to get even more therapy

Just don’t traumatize him please pft

Vanderwood:

Helps you kill her without asking questions

I mean he’s the expert so he’s a good card you’ve got

He helps you plan it out and everything

He has come to the point of just not giving a fuck anymore pft

He will help you with the body too

He’ll be the one to dispose of it even!

Dont mess with Vandy cuz he will get ya

#mystic messenger #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #yoosung kim #jihyun mysme #vanderwood #mysme #choi bois

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juminsmysticmc · 3 years

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Aaaa, I also forgot yestrerday so I'm glad that it's today! Can we have rfa (or rfa + vandy if u like) with mc who don't want to get married but still wants to spend life with them, have family ane all. Thank you for that blog!

RFA with a Mc who doesn’t want to get married

Hey! I am glad that I wasn’t the only one who forgot, lol. I decided that I will only do the RFA or the Minor Trio for each request, I hope it’s okay, please be free to request the Minor Trio again, yeah? Please tell me your opinion after you read this, okay? Love youuu!

Jumin

Your heart was beating crazily as you saw the back haired man get on his knees in front of you.

Your eyes looked around at all those people who saw you and waited for your response.

You knew Jumin for 11 days and knew that you wanted to spend your life with him. You loved him. Everything about him made your heart beat quicker and made you feel emotions no one else could make you feel.

However, you never wanted to get married.

You already witnessed how marriage changed people.

Friends, your own parents, neighbors.

Everyone.

You wanted this love to last forever.

,,Yes,’’ you lied, making him happy and kissing your soft lips.

He held your hands in his and smiled so happily.

But eventually, you had to tell him that you actually didn’t want to marry.

Not because of him, but just because you didn’t want to.

When the RFA Party ended and only the member themselves stayed, you pulled your fiancé towards a quiet corner.

,,Yes, my wife to be?’’ he asked you all lovely.

You pressed your lips together.

,,I want to spend my life together with you,’’ you said.

,,Me too,’’ he responded.

,,I want you to become the father of my children,’’ you went on.

,,I would love that too,’’ Jumin laughed, blushing a bit.

,,But I don’t want to get married,’’ you ended your speech.

,,I feel the- what? But… earlier you said…’’ Jumin gasped.

His eyes were open wide as he observed you.

Your hands were sweaty. You were nervous.

For sure, this wasn’t an easy step.

,,Marriage changes love. I want this love to last forever. I promise you I will stay forever by your side, but not as your wife but as simply your partner. I don’t need anything else, but you,’�� you told him, kissing him on his lips and taking away his fears about the non marriage…

Zen

It was Valentine's Day when Zen returned home with a lot of red roses and chocolate.

,,Happy Valentine’s Day, Princess,’’ he told you and kissed you, putting the bag with groceries on the floor and hugging you.

He still felt bad that he didn’t ask you to be his wife.

,,I promise you, as soon as my family finally approves me, I will take you as my wife and make you the happiest woman in the world,’’ he promised you, implanting a kiss on your head.

,,Well,’’ you began.

,,I never want to live a second without you, but honestly speaking, Hyun, I don’t want to get married,’’ you confessed, biting your lip as you waited for his answer.

,,Huh?’’ he asked, kind of confused.

Wasn’t it every woman’s dream to walk down the aisle in a white dress?

,,I don’t want to get married. Like, we could use the money better for our future children. Not being married is so much better, less work, and doesn’t cost that much,’’ you told him, taking his hands.

,,Jagjya, money isn’t an issue for me, you know?’’ he asked you, worried that you may think that he didn’t have enough money to marry you.

,,I know, but I just don’t want it… I don’t need a wedding as long as I have you, I don’t need marriage to make a family with the man I like,’’ you told him.

,,A family as a non married man… guess my family will never approve of me…’’ he mumbled.

You suddenly felt bad. Was it that important to him…?

Instead, he surprised you with a totally different topic.

,,Since they don’t approve of my job, myself, or my lifestyle and wouldn’t even accept that I am not married, let’s do a baby right away!’’ he laughed and took your body in his embrace, slowly taking off his jacket....

Yoosung

After a while of being together as a couple with Yoosung, it finally happened - despite not being married, which wasn’t a problem for you, you got pregnant.

For Yoosung’s mother, something horrible.

,,Tell Mc that I will pick her up next monday to choose a dress with her,’’ his mother told him at nine a clock, after you spent the last three hours vomiting.

,,Sorry, babe,’’ Yoosung said, looking apologetic into your eyes.

You got up, pissed, and out on your shoes.

,,You know, Yoosung,’’ you began, looking into his sleepy eyes.

,,That’s the reason why I actually am against marriage. I love you and I want to spend my life with you. I want to have more children with you, but I don’t want to get married.

It’s stressful. It’s something I didn’t want to have, but now for your mother I have to try on a white dress, even through this is against my wishes, and I honestly don’t want to live life like that!’’ you told him and went into the kitchen, leaving Yoosung in his bed alone.

,,Mc, wait!’’ he called you, jumping up too and running behind you.

,,What do you mean with ‘something I didn’t want to do’? You don’t want to get married?’’ he asked you again.

You explained to Yoosung that you loved him dearly, but that you simply didn’t want to get married.

Yoosung nodded.

,,Besides,’’ you began, ,,you need to spend your life with me, not with her. And if you can’t do that even through we aren’t even married, imagine how a married life will go!’’

You ended your sentence and began to cook the food.

With that, Yoosung disappeared.

You heard him yelling for about ten minutes before he came out, ready to eat breakfast.

,,What happened?’’ you asked him, concerned.

,,I told my mother to find my sister a husband and instead leave my girlfriend alone because she will live with me forever even though she won’t be my wife,’’ Yoosung told you, making you smile brightly.

Jaehee

Finally, marrying for the both of you wasn’t a problem anymore.

However, deep inside you didn’t want to get married.

Sometimes you were just scared of changes and wanted to keep things the way they were - for example the relationship between you and your girlfriend Jaehee.

However, you were afraid of her reaction.

Both of you decided to sit down with a coffee around the table while the doors of your coffee shop were closed.

,,Thank God we closed for lunch time,’’ Jaehee laughed as she brought you your hot meal.

,,Yeah,’’ you responded, thinking how busy you were for the last four hours.

,,Okay, Mc...there is something off, please tell me what’s wrong?’’ Jaehee asked you.

,,I’m sorry, Jaehee… I was just worried… like, I am afraid of what will become of us if I tell you what is going through my head,’’ you honestly began.

,,Just tell me, nothing will change. I promise you,’’ she assured you and took your hand.

,,I...I love you and I want to stay with you and have a family, I want to work with you, be your best friend and so on… but I don’t want to get married.

I don’t know why, but I am just against it.

The whole attention, the money… I just don’t want to. Is that okay?’’ you asked her, playing with your hands and licking your lips nervously.

Jaehee stayed silent for a few seconds, but then smiled.

,,Mc, I would never force you to anything if you don’t want to, it’s okay. As long as we are together, I’m okay with it,’’ Jaehee said as she took your hands and smiled even warmer.

,,As long as you’re happy, I’m happy too,’’ she nodded.

Saeyoung

Saeran was healthy and happy by your side, Jumin managed to do something with the twins’ father after a long time, and everything was returning to normal.

You and Saeyoung were engaged for three years by now and the wedding preparations finally began.

However, the stress did too.

You and Saeyoung went to sleep alone for three nights in a row by now and both of you were unhappy 24/7.

You were simply unhappy with the theme he decided to go with and… well, you didn’t know what he was angry for.

But he was, and the more he was, the angrier you got.

It didn’t take any longer when you spoke up the fourth day.

,,I can’t take it anymore,’’ you hissed, making Saeran look up from his plate.

,,I don’t like the location, I hate the flowers, sorry Saeran, but no!’’ you hissed, since he chose the flower, making Saeyoung glare at you for hissing at his brother.

,,I don’t like the dress, I hate the shoes, and I dislike the decorations. I don’t like the food, I simply don’t like -’’

,,The groom either?’’ Saeyoung asked you, hitting the fork on the table and standing up, making him look taller than you.

,,His attitude,’’ you hissed.

,,Good, cause it’s the same for me,’’ he groaned.

,,Good! Same here!’’ you yelled.

,,Let’s call it off!’’ he hissed and turned away, regretting his words right away.

,,Yeah! PLEASE!’’ you shouted, feeling better now.

However, a big misunderstanding was growing in the room.

Thank God Saeran asked both of you if you were breaking up.

,,NO! YES!!’’ both of you responded at the same time, looking at each other’s eye with panic written all over your face since no one expected the response.

,,We aren’t breaking up, are we? I mean, I still love you… I just want to call off the marriage…’’ you mumbled, now slowly tearing up as you realized that your fiancé was breaking up with you.

,,NO NO NO NO NO!’’ Saeyoung whined, jumping over the chair and hugging you.

,,I thought you were breaking up with me…’’ he whined and kissed you on your head.

,,Let’s stay together, but let’s call off the wedding…’’ he whispered and finally felt much better.

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