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mammonprotectionsquad · 1 year

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

Breaking point

Vanderwood x Reader

"You're such a sunshine!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

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

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

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

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

"Vandy? Thank you..."

"You feeling a bit better now?"

"Mhm~"

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

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

"Carry me? Please?"

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

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

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

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

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mochiimiiki · 1 year

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| Vanderwood Route |

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

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

Spoilers for Another Story etc.

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

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

{Day One}

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

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

Suddenly, the phone in question buzzed incessantly.

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

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

yoosung ☆: typos lolol

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

Jumin Han: ?

Jaehee: ? seconded

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

707: NO IDNT

ZEN: typos... again.

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

MC: Uh... hi?

yoosung ☆: EEP! It talks!!!!!!!

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

707: HOLD ON CHECKING CAMERS!!!!

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

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

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

yoosung ☆: SHEWHAYT!?

*V has entered the chatroom*

Jumin Han: V? Do you know this girl?

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

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

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

V: Luciel.

707: ...ye?

V: Call me.

*V has left the chatroom*

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

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

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

“Hello, I hope you’re MC?”

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

“May I take a seat?”

“Please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- - - Vanderwood - - -

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop calling me that.”

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

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

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

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

“It’s cold.” He retorted.

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

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

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

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

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

“In?”

“The chatroom.”

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

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

“I need a favour.”

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luc606 · 1 year

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

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mc-and-elise · 1 year

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Vanderwood route ideas

Idea 1:

Unknown kidnaps Seven (more like Seven willingly goes, as he couldn't try and fight him) to force him to teach him to be a better hacker before planning on ending him

MC, being the last person in contact with Seven, frantically is trying to reach him when they get a response finally

But not from Seven

Vanderwood, having returned to the bunker only to find it empty, uses Seven's phone to access the messenger

(Bc Seven left it unlocked in a last ditch effort for help, having thought his father finally found him)

The RFA is shocked to not only find out that 1. Seven is missing, but 2. Mary Vanderwood the 3rd is real, and 3. That they're a guy

(Something Vanderwood is more than a little pissed about, seeing as they had no clue others even knew they existed)

At one point, Seven disarms the bomb under the guise of showing Unknown how he created the program

Vanderwood moves MC to the bunker for the time being

They slowly start to bond together

Vanderwood's cold facade starts to crack, revealing more and more of their true self

Admits Seven is probably their only friend

Vanderwood is simultaneously trying to finish Seven's job and track down where Magenta is

At one point, realizes they have feelings for MC and, similar to Seven, becomes cold in an attempt to push them away

(Seeing as they are a tsundere, this isn't very hard)

It lasts a bit longer than Seven's attempt

Finally finishes the job with MC's help, and pinpoints where Magenta is

Vanderwood and MC head to Magenta, confronting Unknown and a badly injured weakened Seven

Vanderwood wants to shoot Unknown, but chooses to tase him instead and take him with them.

No clue what next lol

Idea 2 would probably take place during the SE, but with MC and Seven not in love, but as bffs.

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juminsmysticmc · 2 years

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

Vanderwood x Middle Eastern Mc

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

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

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09.05.2022 // 22:40 MEST

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bluejay-writes · 2 years

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Cinnamon & Spice: Stark Affection

This is the third installment in the Cinnamon & Spice series. You can read Cinnamon and The Emissary of Autumn via the links. You can also read this fic on Ao3 - I post there first!

Chapter 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 Rating: T for Teens (this is a kissing book) Pairing: Vanderwood x MC Summary: Vandy finally stops ghosting MC, and they go on that vacation they won last fic. Hijinks ensue, as per usual with these two. Notes: You can read this before reading the first two fics in the series. Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should. Go read those two first. Please.

Life after The Institution Masquerade had been hectic, and everything that MC had been hoping to avoid. Fawn, of course, had loved every minute of the paparazzi hanging around their apartment doorway just for a chance to catch a photo of Madame Cinnamon again. Despite the tabloids having a clear photo of her face after Obsidian had taken her mask down, they did not have a clear photo of his, and she’d been wearing so much makeup that without any other reference photo, the paparazzi seemed to miss her existence every time she left home.

And so, once she left home for classes in the morning, she didn’t return home until the evening. She was forever grateful for the shorter days this time of year, darkness obscuring her departure and arrival like a cloak. There was one thing that would lead them to her, the gold bracelet with the inscription Cinnamon on her wrist. She hadn’t figured out the clasp yet, and was way too embarrassed to ask Fawn for help. And while part of her was embarrassed, another part clung to it as a reminder that her encounters with him, Obsidian called Vandy by Lucille who was also 707, weren’t a product of her imagination.

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“Red Mocha for MC!” The barista called, and MC bounced out of her seat to pick up her drink, accidentally bumping shoulders with a man walking into the café.

“Oh!” She said, startled, as she looked up into piercing ruby eyes framed by touchably-soft looking platinum hair. Wow, he looks like a model, or a movie star. “Sorry, should have watched where I was going.” She apologized, smiling, and turned to continue her coffee retrieval mission. Once she’d done so and grabbed her drink, she turned back around to see the man still standing where they’d collided, though his attention was now on something in his hand, which upon further inspection…. Was her keys. Had she dropped them?

“Hey.” The man said as she walked over to him. “You dropped your keys.” He handed them back to her, and before she could even thank him, he asked a question she hadn’t been expecting. “So, how do you know the twins?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. They’re twins? That explains a lot, actually… except the hair, and what relation they have to him, but… “That’s a great question.” She countered. “How do you know the twins?” She raised an eyebrow at him, and then walked back over to her table and sat down, going back to her work. She had one project to finish before her degree was complete and she could relax again, maybe take a vacation, and she wasn’t going to let some attractive color-inverse doppelganger of Obsidian distract her.

Of course, a few minutes later the barista called out another drink - "Skinny vanilla latte, for Zen" - and MC realized why he looked familiar. There had been some story about this up-and-coming musical actor the day after the pictures of her kissing Obsidian had made the tabloids, helping squash the story. But if he knew Lucille… maybe that wasn’t accidental. Something to think about at least.

Across from her, the chair moved, and the man himself settled into the seat.

“Now that I have my drink, can I convince you to answer my question?”

“How I know the twins? I don’t. I didn’t even know they were twins.”

“That keychain belies the fact, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, the keychain that was one of many gifts from someone who goes by a number and not a name, that was delivered to me with no return address or contact information, and definitely hasn’t helped me find back the other man pictured? Yeah. Well.”

Zen looked at her carefully and laughed.

“I don’t know if that was too much information or not enough.”

“Me either.” She laughed, and glanced back at her laptop before shutting the lid. Clearly she wasn’t getting any more work done on that for the time being.

What was so special about this damned coffee shop that Zero Seven needed him to come get coffee here instead of the chain place that was actually nearby the office, anyway?

Waiting for the twins’ coffee, Vanderwood looked around the coffee shop, taking in the atmosphere. Maybe this place isn’t so bad. As long as the coffee lives up to the atmosphere…

“Dark Mocha, Dirty Chai, and a Caramel Monstrosity, for Stark.”

Vanderwood retrieved his coffee order, and turned to head back to the agency when his eyes landed on an unexpected couple chatting animatedly at a nearby table..

Cinnamon. And Zen?!

That was the last thing he wanted to see today. Or ever. Seven’s nagging was bad enough, he had no intention of inserting himself further into the woman’s life. But seeing that narcissist all over her? No thank you. He breezed past their table on the way to the door, determined to go unseen despite the very distinct coffee order he’d just retrieved.

The flash of purple and leopard print in a world of black did not go as unnoticed as Vanderwood hoped.

MC’s eyes immediately caught on him, and she half-stood and called out to him.

“Vandy!” she called, the first name that came to her lips, despite no one by that name retrieving a coffee order.

Zen also turned, and then looked between them when the man didn’t even react to her call.

“Vanderwood, what the hell.” Zen said, and grabbed his coffee.

“Listen, Cinnamon, I have to jet. Someone has to talk some sense into that idiot.” Zen did not wait for her to respond before following Vanderwood out the door. Wait, did he just call me Cinnamon?

MC watched them both leave, though Zen didn’t catch his quarry before they were both out of view.

Am I a bad kisser? Is that why he hasn’t reached out since the Masquerade?

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Three weeks later, MC and Fawn were out at their favorite dive bar on Karaoke night. MC hated karaoke, she was a horrendous singer, but Fawn loved the attention, and it meant that MC could drink quietly and make sure her beauty queen of a roommate was safe.

“You look more relaxed now, Em.”

MC set her glass down with an audible thunk, and eyed her roommate.

“Going out for drinks was a great plan. A poignant ending to my college life.”

“You get a job yet?”

“Nope, but I have an interview with the intelligence department at C&R next week.”

“Ooh, the one that brought the prime minister down last year? That’s perfect for your degree.”

MC smiled, and watched as Fawn bounced off to sing her next song. As the opening chords of some saccharine pop song started, MC flagged down the bartender for another drink.

Almost too fast, a glass slid in front of her, the liquid a different color than the Dark & Stormy she had been drinking.

“This isn’t…” she turned to say, and locked eyes with the brunette that haunted her dreams as he slid into the chair next to her.

“It’s single malt. We’re celebrating, right?”

“How did you…?”

“Eavesdropping.”

“Oh.”

She wanted to kiss him again. He’d been avoiding her for two months, and she almost didn’t care. Almost. One drink was not enough to make her that easy, and he was in trouble, anyway. She pulled her cellphone out and set it down on the table between them, tapping it a few times to open her contacts.

“Put yourself in my phone.”

He grimaced, and she speared him with a look.

“If you can’t even give me your name and number, you should go haunt someone else’s dreams.”

With a sharp nod, he reached out and entered himself in as a contact in her phone, going so far as to call himself and prove his phone was ringing with her number.

“Well.” She said with a big grin. “It’s good to finally know your name, Stark.”

“It’s one of my names.”

“Well, it’s no Obsidian or Vanderwood, but it’s still head and shoulders above Lucille.”

He laughed, and she reached out to take the drink he’d brought her, moving her straw from her old drink. She knew you didn’t drink single malt with a straw, but she didn’t drink anything she didn’t pour herself or at least test. A quick stir, and the pristine white of the straw retained its color. She saw Vanderwood’s smirk, but noted that he didn’t ask about the straw. She held it out of the way and took a small sip of the scotch, releasing a sigh as the warm burn filled her chest.

“That’s some nice scotch.”

“Top shelf.” He said, eyeing her straw. “Neat gadget.”

“One can never be too safe in this kind of environment.”

She looked up to where Fawn was finishing her song, and sighed.

“What’s the sigh for, Cinnamon?”

“We’re about to have company.”

“Should I make an exit?”

“Up to you. She’s nosy, and noisy, but she’s a good friend.”

Vanderwood considered for too long, and Fawn slid back into her seat.

“Oh, did you finally pick up someone to replace your ghost, babe?” Fawn said, eyeing Vanderwood hungrily.

MC grimaced. Fawn had been trying to convince her to get over Vanderwood, but she just couldn’t, and well, here he was having to hear the nickname her roommate had coined for him.

Fawn missed nothing, especially not MC’s expressions.

“Ohho!” she said, grinning. “This is your ghost?”

MC nodded.

“Fawn, meet Stark. Stark, this is my roomie Fawn.”

Vanderwood nodded, and Fawn’s feral grin was going to give MC nightmares.

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Stark > MC: Good morning beautiful, how’s your head? MC > Stark: Are you for real? It’s 6am! Stark > MC: You’re awake, though. MC > Stark: Yep. No hangover, as usual. You wanted to meet up this morning? Stark > MC: Yes. About our trip. How soon is too soon? MC > Stark: Give me ten minutes to get dressed. Stark > MC: I’ll be outside, with coffee.

MC bounced down the stairs and laughed at Vanderwood leaning against a black Herrari.

“I didn’t know you were into sports cars, Stark.”

He chuckled, handing her a coffee from her favorite coffee shop.

“I borrowed it from Lucille.”

“I didn’t expect Lucille to have enough money for more than cup noodles.”

“You’d be surprised.”

He held the door open for her, and once she was settled in the car, he climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Don’t tell him I let you have a drink in here, he’ll skin me alive.”

“Consider my lips sealed.”

They drove in silence for a bit, and then pulled into the parking lot of a travel agent.

“Are they open this early?”

“They are for us today. You’re sure you can drop everything and go?”

“I literally just finished my degree and haven’t lined up a job yet. This is the best time for me to go.”

The Travel Agent was not surprised to see them, and getting everything set up took less than an hour. Vanderwood was adamant about security and secrecy of their trip, even going so far as to arrange her transit to the airport for her.

“A week in paradise, huh?” MC said, when they were back in the car.

“As long as you’re with me, it will be.” He said, and kissed her cheek.

MC felt her entire face go red, and looked away so that her hair would shade her face from view.

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ilyvanderwood · 1 year

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The so called 'Star of the Show'

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

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

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

Smut under cut <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

*i dont feel like writing the speech*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

wrote this half awake LMAO

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antiochean · 2 years

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bleeding paint - banter #2

Hi! BP is the title of the rewrite of V's route and after ending that I'm working on, where V is not romanced. Posts tagged banter will be just that - drabbles between two characters that you can read in any order and nothing too plot-heavy happens. I do them to get a feel for the characters and they're a lot of fun to write, so I thought I'd share!

This one is mostly Jake. It contains one reference to banter #1 (the remarried parents line), but otherwise works as a standalone.

Pairing: CMC (Jake Park) x Vanderwood

Setting: the cabin, around what would be day 9

Warnings: swear words; baked potatoes heavily featured

Word count: 1,148

[Madeline Miller, Song of Achilles]

"You want to send..." one of Vanderwood's eyebrows is arched as they look at me. "Emails?"

"...Yeah?" I don't get the confusion. Every day I send emails. "I mean, I just wanted to know if one of the laptops would be free any time soon, if not it's absolutely no-"

"No, no, it's not that, it's just that..." Their eyes return to the laptop screen and their right middle finger skillfully goes about its business on the touchpad. "I mean, the cult's still actively looking for us, and you just got out of a hostage situation. People who get out of hostage situations usually want to, like, call their family..." could it be that they know this from actual experience handling these people? It's funny that their highly adrenaline-heavy and probably sketchy profession only comes up when briefly mentioned like this - and, just like that, it's gone again. "Not send emails."

I let out a short, weak chuckle.

"If you knew the amount of emails I had to send while the cult still had me," I slide my fingers underneath my glasses and rub my burning eyes. "You'd be horrified."

"That charity gala they're making you organize?"

"Mostly. But also college stuff. I'm more worried about the college stuff right now."

I have been confronted with the reality that the cult that kidnapped me is making me coordinate a charity party several times before. But I'd never heard those words coming from someone far removed enough from the context to really grasp the absurdity of it.

I feel almost... ashamed? Do I fear Vanderwood will assume I'm partially to blame for the absurdity?

Sometimes I wish I could pretend to be a little more normal in front of them.

I wish we could have met at the grocery store. Gone for the same box of cereal at the same time.

"Go ahead." They push the laptop away from themselves and get up. "I've been meaning to get some more sweet potatoes anyways."

"Yeah man, thanks. Go get your proteins."

They pass me on their way towards the kitchen and I take their seat. I hear the metallic sound of the oven opening up - I open incognito mode - and their voice coming from past the archway.

"Still. Your priorities surprise me sometimes."

"What, cause I'm still doing college stuff right now?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah," I employ my mocking tone, "tell me you don't have Asian parents without telling me you don't have Asian parents. If I was still in the cult when the term started, my dad would still give me a hard time about missing it."

The caramel scent of the baked potatoes fills the room as they return.

"Wait - that's right," they take a seat on the table across from me, "you're on spring break right now." Two parted baked potatoes with spoons dug into their orange meat. One for them, the other set down neatly by the laptop. And I try my very best to hide the smile I feel coming up, because - what were their exact words again? 'You're pretty bad at pretending you don't care'? And the response that's been echoing in my mind ever since: it takes one to know one. God. I open my inbox. "Do they still have you do 'college stuff' while you're on break?"

"It's - uh - it's thesis stuff," I reply absent-mindedly while I scroll for the email containing the museum contact information. When I look up from the screen, their eyes are fixed on me, and I realize they're expecting me to continue. "It's - uh..."

"You don't have to tell me." They break eye contact. "I didn't mean to pry."

"No - hey, I pry into your shit all the time. It's only fair. I'm just kinda... slow right now." I blink hard. "Anyways, my thesis. Have I told you what it is?"

"You haven't."

"So basically... I'm building a timeline of autobiographical - I mean, basically it's letters and journal entries from the Vietnam War. Some museums and Estates hold those as like museum shit. Right? God fuck it I'm doing such a bad job at talking right now." I let out a nasal laugh. They smile. Like, proper, both corners of their lips curved smile. Their laugh lines become visible to me for the first time ever - they stretch downwards towards their chin a little, and I have to put conscious effort into not melting into my seat like a shoujo anime girl. "Uhm," Right, words. Verbs, nouns. I find myself rubbing my eye again. "Historical artifacts, is the term I was looking for. To be able to see some of them, you have to schedule viewings in advance. That's what I'm trying to do right now."

"You have to schedule viewings? Never heard of anything like that."

"Yeah. I've already had a couple of those, and the conclusion I've come to is that some families don't want word to get out about the war crimes they were doing just a generation ago."

"I see. You've chosen a pretty lighthearted theme for your thesis."

"Tell me about it." I stretch my arms over my head for a second. Then, I grab my sweet potato. "If I had to choose a topic today I'd have picked something infinitely more fluffy." I was a different person when I started working on this. A completely different person. "I wonder if you could write a thesis about - what're those books you like - A Song of Ice and Fire."

"Several."

A natural silence as we eat. The sun is almost completely covered by the treeline we can see from the window at this point. I put the half-eaten potato back down and wipe my hand on my sweater.

"Gross. Who raised you?"

"Happily remarried middle-class parents."

I rub my eyes - again. I gotta stop doing that, it's probably not good for you. They're really tired and dry and uncomfortable. I'm holding my eyebrows up just to keep them open long enough to finish this goddamn email business.

"Hey, look, you look like shit." Their tone of voice is completely neutral. Two in a row, though? Just say you have a crush on me. "Remember what I told you in the car."

You said I was being stupid and inefficient, and that I needed to take the advice I was giving to V about wearing yourself out while trying to help others. The bottom line was that you want me to eat and sleep enough.

"I do. Thanks, mom."

"You know what? That one was on me. I was too nice." With one elbow on the table, they lean over and seize my sweet potato. "No sweet potato for you."

And, 'you bastard,' I think. Because now i have no choice but to grab your arm to stop you, and I'll be thinking about it for the rest of the week.

#vanderwood #vanderwood x mc #mystic messenger #mysme male!mc #jake park #mm fanfic #drabble #oneshot #vanderwood x male mc #mystic messenger custom mc #my writing #banter #fluff #bleeding paint

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cybtch · 2 years

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#vanderwood x mc #mysme #mysme vanderwood #mystic messenger #cheritz #vanderwood #mm #mm vanderwood #we need a vanderwood route #vander #mary vanderwood 3rd #mystic messenger icons #mysticmessenger #mysmes #i love him

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anne-chloe · 2 months

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Agent 666

Mystic Messenger

Seven/707 x F!Agent!Reader

WIP | Summary : Agent 707 made himself infamous in the Intelligence Agency by being the youngest and most successful hacker, being able to complete tasks set to him in half the amount of time expected. However, Seven finds himself in a difficult position when a newcomer joins, posing as his biggest rival yet. Agent 666.

Alternative Title: Rival

“Agent 707.”

Seven tugged off his headphones and swivelled round in his seat, a look of curiosity upon his round face as he engaged his superior face-to-face. He wasn’t so concerned with the fact that his superior was speaking with him, but more so that it was in person rather than through a senior colleague.

“Yes, sir?” Seven asked awkwardly, clearing his throat as it cracked on a few syllables. Having not spoken for a few hours, his throat was feeling somewhat dry and uncomfortable.

However, Seven’s attention then diverted to the young girl standing at his superiors side. She looked to be about his age, with long [hair colour] hair and piercing [eye colour] eyes. The girl seemed distracted as she glanced around the room, which happened to be full of computer monitors and various other agents busy with their assignments. There wasn’t much noise other than the tapping of keys.

“I’d like to introduce you to Agent 666,” the man said coolly, gesturing politely to the young girl at his side. Seven straightened in his chair, confused and curious all at the same time. He stuck out his hand and watched as the girl hesitated in shaking it; she eyed him skeptically before accepting the friendly gesture. “Agent 666 has joined our ranks and will be within the same unit as you. Seeing as you are both of similar age…”

Seven raised a brow in question, urging his superior to continue. But his superior stopped and cleared his throat, then stepping back and patting Agent 666’s shoulder in encouragement. “Agent Vanderwood will be around shortly to hand you off some assignments. In the meantime, allow Agent 707 to keep you company.”

Bewildered with the fact that he was being lumped with a newcomer, Seven continued to stare at Agent 707 with the deepest set of confusion. It wasn’t uncommon for new starters to randomly appear, but it was most unlikely for someone of his age to appear like this.

Agent 666 fiddled awkwardly with the sleeves of her shirt, shifting on the spot and avoiding Seven’s eye. They both remained quiet like this for a while, with nothing but the sound of clicking keys and tapping noises to accompany them. There were a few questions on the end of Seven’s tongue: Why was she here? How old is she? Where did she learn to hack? Is she good at hacking? What was her backstory?

Seven knew a lot of these were personal questions, and everyone at the agency had hidden secrets. Nobody knew one another’s true identities for the sake of keeping themselves safe from a life they ran away from. The work at the Intelligence Agency was extremely dangerous, and nobody wanted their personal life tied in with that. Seven had a lot of secrets too, many that he wanted to forget about but couldn’t.

But he couldn’t help his curiosity.

“Luciel, I see you’ve met our newbie already.” Agent Vanderwood approached from behind, smirking arrogantly. In his hands he held a stack of documents, which Seven knew to be case files based on the coloured wallet placed on top. “Agent six-six-six,” Vanderwood said slowly, coming to a stop in front of the new agent. He extended his arms and the girl took the documents in a very robotic motion. “Did you both get to know each other?”

Seven shook his head slowly. “No…”

Vanderwood chuckled, proceeding to nudge Seven’s shoulder in a playful manner. Seven tensed at the action and tried to play it off, but he was just as awkward as the new girl, if not more so. Considering Seven had been at the agency now for a couple years, he should have settled in better, but in reality he hadn’t. It was a life he struggled to adjust to.

“Never mind. Come along Agent 666,” Vanderwood called, gesturing for the new girl to follow him.

Seven caught Agent 666’s gaze before she walked away, leaving Seven to watch in slight discomfort.

…

“Did you hear?”

“About what?”

“Agent 666—she’s incredible! She brought down that black market in seconds! Our team was struggling with that one for weeks…”

After returning from a quick toilet break, Seven found himself eavesdropping on someone’s conversation. It was a group of middle aged men, all of them experienced agents and talented with hacking. However, their gossiping caused Seven to pause by the water fountain, where he found his eyes widening in surprise at the new girl’s abilities.

The case involving the black market had been something the Intelligence Agency were tasked with bringing down months ago. The case had swapped hands multiple times, with each agent involved explaining that the assignment was too deep rooted to get into. Seven wasn’t given the chance to even look at the document itself, which he found surprising.

“Excuse me.”

Seven flinched as a small voice called out from behind him. Turning around on his heel, Seven felt his heart hammer at the sight of Agent 666 standing there rather awkwardly. Her shoulders were squared and she looked uncomfortably stiff; her eyes were ducked downwards as she spoke, as if she didn’t want to make eye contact with Seven at all.

“Oh, you…” Seven mumbled, feeling himself fluster with nerves. He couldn’t understand why his heart was beating so strangely, nor why his cheeks were burning up like this. Seven cleared his throat, his hand flying up and scratching the back of his neck. “I, uh… I heard about your success in bringing down one of the black market assignments… congratulations.”

Agent 666 peered up shyly. She then quickly looked away as Seven caught her eye. “Um… thank you…”

Silence consumed them both. Seven took this opportunity to properly look at her. She wore a large black hoodie, which was definitely several sizes too big on her, and a pair of worn looking leggings with a small hole in one of the knees. Her hair was long and looked like it hadn’t been brushed, so there were knots and tangles.

It seemed as though that Agent 666 had been brought straight to the agency from wherever she had lived before. The neglect of her was glaring, and it reminded Seven of how him and Saeran used to look to others before he joined the Intelligence Agency—before Jihyun and Rika helped him escape from his home.

Seven blinked slowly at Agent 666. She was still standing in front of him, looking awkward and nervous and rather fidgety. Seven couldn’t understand why she had approached him like this if she wasn’t about to maintain a conversation—because isn’t that what she’s supposed to do if she approached him first?

“Are you… are you getting water?” She finally asked after stuttering so much. Agent 666 pointed at the water fountain behind Seven.

Seven’s mouth dropped slightly in surprise, and then embarrassment consumed him. Agent 666 hadn’t wanted to speak with him at all, she just wanted some water. It was then that Seven spotted the empty bottle on her hand, and suddenly he felt like a complete idiot.

“I… no, I’m not, sorry,” Seven mumbled, stepping out the way. Agent 666 said nothing else as she finally began filling her bottle, and once that was done she made a swift exit without even glancing at him. Seven could only contain the urge to bang his head against the wall.

“She’s really good, you know?”

Seven scowled slightly as Vanderwood appeared from behind, now leaning against the wall and grinning mischievously at him. “You’d better watch out seven-oh-seven, she’s coming for your title.”

Seven stiffened at the very idea. “What?”

Vanderwood, pleased that he caught his attention with such bait, merely hummed. “Nervous?”

Seven straightened his shoulders and puffed out his chest, suddenly feeling protective of his position as the youngest and most talented amongst the agency. This was the beginning of rivalry, whether Agent 666 knew it or not, and Seven wasn’t about to relinquish his title to some mysterious girl.

“No,” Seven declared through gritted teeth. “Not at all.”

#fan fiction #angst #female reader #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger Saeyoung #mystic messenger #mystic messenger Vanderwood #Saeyoung Choi #Saeyoung #agent 707 #mysme 707 #707 x reader #mm 707 #707 x mc

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mammonprotectionsquad · 7 months

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It is currently 2am and this is actually something that happened today. So didn't proof read it because it's just a little rambled something to work through it in a way, I guess. Aka this is pretty much a self insert

The past couple of weeks had already been a whirlwind and stressful to no end. But life really had to one up itself all the time, huh?

You had a rather blank expression when you got home, doing everything on autopilot. And of course it didn't go by unnoticed by your boyfriend. He was used to hearing you announce yourself with a "I'm hooome!" so you being quiet, only accompanied by the door closing before shoes got unceremoniously dropped to the floor was uncharacteristic.

It didn't take long until Vanderwood stood in the doorframe, arms crossed and brows furrowed as he took in your appearance.

"What happened?"

You remained quiet for a moment, still trying to sort out your thoughts. Though at the same time you shuffled closer, until you were able to lean into his chest. His embrace comforting you in a way you hadn't noticed you needed up until that point.

"I told you about the friends group I had a falling out with 3 years ago, because of some shit my ex best friend pulled, right?" Vanderwood hummed on confirmation, so you continued. "Well... It seems that one of them died yesterday. Don't know how or any specifics. I only know because the one person from that group I'm still in contact with made a rest in peace post about him."

"... Are you okay?"

"I don't know."

You let out a long sigh, tilting your head back far enough to be able to look up at him and when he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear, you leaned into the touch.

"If I'm being honest, I don't feel much. He definitely didn't deserve whatever happened, he wasn't a bad guy. I mainly feel bad for his son now, because they were always, really close. Not other than that? I don't know... It's just weird to think he's gone now and also not knowing what happened."

"You weren't in contact for a couple years anymore, so it's not that surprising. Also, no. I know what you're thinking and it doesn't make you a bad person."

"But-"

"No but. It's okay to not be deeply affected by it."

"If you say so..."

For a while the two of you remained standing in the hallway in a comfortable silence. The brunette rubbing soothing circles into your back as you tried to make sense of your scrambled thoughts. Maybe he did have a point. Did you feel bad for him and everyone affected? Of course you did! But that didn't mean you had to cry your eyes out. Especially after distancing yourself so much from those people had significantly helped bettering your mental health again. It was okay to not be overly sad.

"Doing better now?"

"Hmm... Thanks for always listening to my bullshit."

Instead of getting an answer, you got hoisted up over his shoulder, followed by a pinch to your thigh, which made you yelp in surprise.

"Hey! What was that for now?"

"You know what that was for."

The usual playful bickering between you two helped ease the remaining tension out of your body and while you got carried into the kitchen, you couldn't help but think once again just how lucky you were to have that man in your life.

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