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pastelsapphy · 1 year

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A thought crossed my mind: between MC and Saeyoung, who proposes first? (I know SE 2.07 talks about Saeyoung proposing, but bear with me). I think if asked, they might say that, technically, it was Vanderwood.

Saeyoung probably isn't quite as confident as he seems. So MC bites the bullet the next time they get to rest. Curled up against each other in the dark of night, with no one and nothing but each other.

"So... they called me Saeran's sister-in-law, hm?"

And they feel Saeyoung tense up beside them. If any one trait describes Saeyoung, it's fear. He has always been afraid--of his mother, his father, the agency boss, of all the people he's pissed off coming for his head. He was afraid of anything bad happening to Saeran (seeing your worst fears come to life right before your eyes does wonders for anxiety, doesn't it?), of anything he's done coming back to hurt those he cares about.

He had been afraid of his friends seeing beyond the 707 mask, of them ever seeing the real him, because surely they would hate him. The real him was not someone to be loved. The real him was not someone to keep around. 707 could have friends (for a while), even Luciel could have friends (temporary as they were). But he had tried to bury Saeyoung, the scared little boy who was unloved by everyone except his other half.

But MC came along and held out a hand. With their help, Saeyoung dared to pull himself from his grave. They pushed through the masks that were 707 and Luciel to unearth Saeyoung, still lost and scared and desperate to protect everyone.

The thing is, those fears don't go away overnight--if they ever do. He knows MC says they love him, that they're in this for the long haul, but he's still half convinced he's going to wake up and find himself still at his desk, an imprint of his keyboard stamped into his face and nothing beside him but empty bags of chips.

So he falls back on his default defense mechanism: laugh it off. But the chuckle he forces out is strained, even to his ears. "Ah, yeah. Ha ha... sorry if that, uh, made you uncomfortable or anything."

MC just hums. Saeyoung feels the vibrations where their face is tucked against his neck. "What about you?"

Their breath is hot on his neck and god, he already can't think when he's around them. Yes, his brain screams. I love it. I want you to be his sister-in-law. I want you to be my spouse, my partner. I want to be your husband. I want it, I want it, I want it.

But, as he has always been, Saeyoung is afraid. What if this is what scares them off (and not, you know, his drugged and brainwashed brother or the agency that tried to kill them all)? What if they don't want to be tied to him that way? He still thinks MC deserves better than him, even if he's been selfish enough to accept them.

He must take too long to respond, because MC shifts back just enough to look up at him. Their eyes seem to sparkle in the darkness. "Saeyoung."

He looks away and they gently press a hand to his cheek. They're warm, so warm, melting him inside and out. Like a hot drink after coming in from the cold. "You're thinking too loud," they say.

"Haha, am I?" Is his voice shaking? He hopes not.

"Don't overthink this. How did you feel?"

He's afraid. He's so, so afraid. He knows how to push past fear; he knows how to turn it into a weapon for himself, but this isn't a battle. There's nothing to fight.

"It... umm..." he starts. Getting the words out of his mouth feels like wading through mud. "I... well... it uh..."

And then MC's lips are on his. Gentle, almost chaste. A means to redirect his attention more than anything.

"Do you want to know how it made me feel?" They whisper against him.

With all higher brain function having ceased, the only thing Saeyoung can do is nod.

He feels MC's lips curl into a smile. "A little dissapointed, because I'm not his in-law yet."

Saeyoung's head spins as he tries to process their words. "Oh... uh... you mean... you want...?"

MC chuckles and kisses him again. "I would love to be Saeran's in-law. Which means..."

Saeyoung swallows and finally meets MC's eyes. There's love in their gaze, but also a twinkle of mischief. Tease.

"You want to be my... wife?" He almost can't believe what he's saying might be true.

MC chuckles again. "Yes, Saeyoung. I want to be Saeran's sister-in-law; I want to be your wife; and I want you to be my husband."

And his head is spinning and MC kisses him again and he's falling. It's more than he's ever dreamed of and he's so scared to lose it but more than anything--he's excited. Saeyoung hasn't been excited in a long time. He's never looked forward to the future. It was never worth looking forward to.

When their lips part and he can think again, he says, "Does this count as a proposal? Because I can do better than that."

MC chuckles again. "You can give me a ring later, when this is all over."

He pauses, feeling unsure again. "Are you sure that's what you want?" He asks, barely above a whisper.

He yelps when MC gently nips his collarbone. "You're stuck with me, Saeyoung Choi. You're not getting rid of me so easily."

And he laughs, real this time. "Okay, okay! I won't let you go so easily, either. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Saeyoung."

("Technically, I proposed," Saeyoung will say.

"You certainly got down on one knee with a ring," MC will say. "But me and Vandy still beat you to the punch."

And Saeyoung will pout, but there's no sadness behind it. And MC will kiss him, because he's adorable when he pouts. And they will concede that, yes, Saeyoung is the one who offically proposed.

"But we still did it first," they will say, and Saeyoung will concede.)

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marshmallowprotection · 2 days

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What kind of a partner do you think would be best for Vanderwood?

Oh, that's an interesting question! Let's see, who would be the best fit for someone like Vanderwood? I imagine someone who isn't going to pull him into danger, that's for sure. He's tired, and he doesn't want to be involved in anything that's going to make him rip his hair out. It was hard enough in the agency and he doesn't want to leave that way anymore.

Given that he went back to the family he had to leave when he was younger to get into the agency for reason unknown, I think he wants to return to a small, relaxing life with no stakes. He doesn't want to be at the edge of danger and the corner of disaster! He wants to sleep in peace and not worry about Saeyoung building another device to stop doing the work that kept them from the hammer over their heads.

He is secretly a sweetheart, but he's rough around the edges, he will value his life and safety, but at the same time, he tries to look for the best way to take care of someone IF HE CAN. He puts himself first at any chance he can find, but if there's a way to help, he tries. It's truly one of the more fascinating things about him as a person when I sit down and think about him and what he does, since he can just flop between those two extremes so drastically.

With that in mind, what kind of person would balance out what he wants out of life? It's hard to say with certainty since there's so much we don't know about him, but given what we do know, we can speculate that the best kind of person for him is someone who values the same thing he does.

Someone who values their life and doesn’t care about the big picture, rather, someone who cares about the little details and all the pieces that come with it. His family is very important to him, after all, I feel like he went into the agency to take care of them or to take a burden off of their backs, so his willingness to go back to them shows that they mean something to him.

It's the little moments, the things he's missed over the years that he can't get back but wants to experience as best he can now. Slowing down to smell the roses, that's the kind of dynamic he would need with a partner.

I'm not saying he wouldn't be willing to get with somebody who isn't like this, I'm just saying ideally speaking, I see him working with someone who isn't worried about the hustle and bustle, but rather the little things that make life special.

There is something beautiful in mediocrity, and I don't think a lot of people realize that. Not everything has to be this or that on the ends of an extreme, you can settle comfortably in the middle for normal and average. It's okay to be happy with that. It's not settling, because you can never settle for something as long as you're happy with what you're doing.

I see him with somebody who knows how to listen, somebody who knows how to laugh, but somebody who knows how to respect boundaries. He needs a partner who knows how to communicate and read the room, and sure, I see his partner as someone who is more gentle than he is, but can equally match his level when they need to. Does that make sense?

You can be a spitfire but... you know when to cool your breaks and choose kindness. I've seen a lot of people who love Vanderwood and there's really no right or wrong way to imagine being with him. There is no limit to what love looks like, after all, but man, if you ask me how I feel, his partner is someone who lives a quiet life and he would never let them be involved in the mayhem that's the RFA.

I don't think anyone would even realize he's got a wife/husband/partner at home until someone sees his wallet. He's a private guy, after all.

#mod kait #ask #mystic messenger #anon #mysme #mysticmessenger #mm #vanderwood #vanderwood mm #vanderwood mysme #vanderwood mystic messenger #character analysis

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messenger-memes · 2 years

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[Texting]

707: *voice message*

Vanderwood: I’m busy, is this urgent?

707: Don’t worry, you can listen to it later

[Later]

Vanderwood: *plays voice message*

707’s voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

#707 please #someone give Vanderwood a raise #707 mysme #vanderwood mysme #mystic messenger

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randomclownsheep · 2 years

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I did a depressed Vanderwood because i love when my blorbos are sad and because i think Vanderwood is not depicted as a vulnerable human being nearly enough

#vanderwood mysme #mystic messenger #vanderwood #vanderwood fanart #mysme fanart #mysme

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mammonprotectionsquad · 2 years

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hjasjhasj I can't believe I actually finished a fic again xD I'll just see this as an early birthday present to myself, even if it's by a week lmao But yeah, here's the next part for the rivaling agencies AU :D Still not quite sure how to feel about it but at this point it just is what it is. So imma just yeet it onto the dashboard and disappear for a while again probably xD

Misunderstandings

Vanderwood x OC Talia

Another year, another birthday spent all alone. Usually Talia tried to snatch whatever mision she could get her hands on to keep her mind occupied, distracted from that day. But for whatever reason life really had it out for her and somehow there was nothing to do. So she found herself in a corner of a bar. Back to a wall where she was able to keep an eye on everything. Just because she had a day off it didn't mean she'd let her guard down. At least not completely. Besides, old habits died hard. "Can't believe I'm still alive with all my limbs attached", she muttered into her glass before taking a sip of the cocktail in it. Usually she went for straight stuff but that night she felt like trying something different. And the mixture of fruity and sweet was not all too bad. For a while she was able to just sit back, people watch a little and occasionally be torn between being happy for the people around her having fun with their friends and/or partners and a stinging feeling of jealousy. Which was about to get so much worse...

As the agent let her gaze wander, she spotted an all too familiar brunette over at the counter. The fact that he was wearing a leaopard print button up making her smile involuntarily. Typical... Though her expression fell as soon as a woman with long, red hair approached him. Getting all up in his personal space but even though she couldn't see Vanderwood's expression, it had to mean a lot when he let it happen. Meaning they were probably very close. Talia could feel her heart squeeze painfully, a sensation she hadn't had to deal with in so long that it was nearly overwhelming in that moment. Not to mention that the woman was gorgeous. Bright golden eyes that seemed to gleam in the dim light, shiny hair cascading down her back...

After quickly downing the rest of her drink, she slammed probably way more money than her drinks had cost on the table. She needed to get out, get away before he could spot her and how miserable she probably looked. Just disappear into the shadows. She'd done it a million times before, she was good at disappearing. Only that karma, or whoever else apparently wanted to play a sick joke on her, had a different plan. Because as she glanced back despite her better judgment, Vanderwood met her gaze, expression going from surprised to confused. The woman next to him seemed to notice that he was momentarily distracted and followed his line of sight, her head tilted to the side as she spotted Talia.

Fuck, was all she could think of as she finally, hastily left the bar, feet carrying her back home on autopilot as her brain went completely blank. Only when the door of her apartment closed behind her did she let out a shaky breath. Eyes burning from the tears she was trying her hardest to hold back. "For fucks sake you killed and survived getting killed for years! You're not gonna start crying over some guy you shouldn't have gotten close to in the first place! You're not that weak and pathetic!" Maybe reverting to anger would help. Getting angry at herself, angry at her stupidity for indulging in something she damn well knew would end up hurting her in the end, one way or another. Yet here she was. On her stupid birthday, sinking to the ground as she cried over some stupid man from another stupid agency. What did she think would happen? There wasn't even any guarantee that their friendship had been real. Maybe it was just all to get information from her. So why did the thought of him being with someone else still hurt so much? Oh, right. Because she was an idiot who let herself catch feelings for someone who was technically an enemy.

She was so lost in her thoughts that the ringing of her phone actually startled her and when she saw the name on the screen another wave of tears rolled down her cheeks. One missed called followed another. Only for Vanderwood to then send her a couple messages. Asking why she didn't pick up, if something happened to her, if she got injured... It was tempting to throw her phone full force against the next wall in hopes of smashing it into little pieces. Thankfully there was still a tiny part in her left that was able to think somewhat rationally, so instead she turned it off. At the same time shuffling over to her bedroom, falling face first on the mattress. She didn't even bother to get changed, only kicking her shoes off. It was like all the energy in her body had suddenly been drained and all she could do was bury her face in the pillow, crying herself to sleep as her heart continued to break further and futher until she eventually passed out from exhaustion.

A couple days had went by ever since that night. And all those days Talia was basically drowning herself in work. Taking on everything she could, no matter what kind of mission it was. Anything was better than being left alone and the heartbreak she still tried her hardest to forget about. Why did he still had to act like he cared? Why make it even harder on her by pretending to be worried about her and her well-being? Why couldn't he just act like the enemy he actually was "Maybe I should've listened to grandma. Men are nothing but trouble", the brunette huffed under her breath, all while tightening the grip of her thighs around a guy's throat until he passed out and went limp.

"There are certainly worse ways to go." Why? Why and how was it possible that she always bumped into Vanderwood on missions? It couldn't have been a coincidence anymore at that rate. At least the past days gave her some time to work on her pokerface, which she immediately put on as she got up, barely looking at him before she already turned her back on him. If she didn't look at him, she couldn't falter... right? "Can we talk? Please?" "I'm kind of busy right now, if you couldn't tell", she huffed.

Just as she was about to leave, because getting away as quickly as possible was much preferred, a hand wrapped around her wrist. Not tightly but it was enough to make her stop dead in her tracks. She hated how familiar the leather of his glove felt on her skin. How her heart involuntarily skipped a beat from the close proximity. "Talia-" "Don't. I have a job to do and I assume so do you. Besides, we shouldn't be like this anyway. Not only because we are working for different agencies but... God, I can't believe I let you play me for so long. A humorless laugh escaped her as she pulled her hand away, at the same time taking a couple steps back. Maybe she could trick her mind into distancing itself when she did so physically as well. And Vanderwood? He looked even more confused than he had that night at the bar. It nearly made her feel bad. Only nearly though.

"Playing you? What are you talking about?" "Don't pretend like I'm fucking stupid, Vanderwood. I saw how close you were with that woman. So why spend so much time with me when you obviously have someone in your life already, hm? Was it just to get information out of me? To make me feel safe enough to spill some secrets? Like the other night when I told you that-" "Kali." Even if he only said her name, her real name, it was enough to shut her up and all she could do was look at him with glassy, blue eyes. Though the last thing she expected was for him to pull her into a hug. Arms wrapped around her so tightly, it nearly felt like he was afraid of her falling apart if he let go. And maybe that would've actually been the case. Sadly it also made her walls crumble down way to easily, a quiet sob escaping her throat when she buried her face on his chest. Fingers digging into the back of his coat.

"Shh, shh. It's okay... Is that why you kept ignoring me?" The only thing she could do was nod. And Talia half expected him to make fun of her. Hell, she couldn't even have blamed him. Instead one of his hands moved up to cup the nape of her neck, pulling her even closer to himself. "Do you remember the hacker brat I told you about?", she nodded again, which was enough to make him continue, "The woman you saw was him. That idiot always takes it too far when he gets sent on undercover missions with me." She could pretty much hear in his voice that he rolled his eyes, although once her brain caught up to what she had just been told, she pulled back in order to look up at him. Face in a frown. "Wait... So that means-" "It means you worried about nothing and things could've been resolved much sooner if you'd have just picked up one of my calls."

Even now he didn't sound upset or condescending in any way. If anything, he looked so understanding which only confused her more. "I'd rather chew off my own arm than ever let you think I'm dating another woman. Especially when that woman in question is actually the hacker brat", he muttered, even shuddering. It was enough to draw a quiet chuckle out of her and she got on tiptoes, arms now snaking around his neck. "Soooo does it mean that if I was thinking about-" "Less talking..."

With that Vanderwood already crossed the small distance between them, lips pressed to hers in a nearly desperate kiss. All those emotions both had been trying to supress for way too long spilling into the open. Making it near impossible for her not to smile into the kiss. Her heart feeling much lighter than it had since her birthday. "You okay now?", Vanderwood's voice was barely above a whisper, the loving glint in his eyes robbing her of all coherent thoughts. Thumbs tenderly brushing some remaining tears from her cheeks. "Mhm~" "Want me to help with your mission?" "Nah, I'm good. But! You can meet me here again in... let's say 10 minutes. Then take me to your place and we could cook together", Talia suggested in-between little pecks. It was just too tempting to do now that she was officially allowed to kiss him. "Why my place?" "Because I know for a fact that your kitchen is way better stocked than mine is." "... Fair enough."

It was obvious that neither of them wanted to part, especially not now. But work still had to get done. No matter how badly she wanted to just stay in his arms. Though the sooner she'd get the mission done, the sooner they could leave. Vanderwood was the one who pulled her in for another proper kiss. And oh was it tempting to prolong it... If she was completely honest, Talia had absolutely no idea how she did it, but she managed to eventually take a step back, cheeks ever so slightly flushed. "See you in a bit, handsome", she hummed, fingertips touching her lips as soon as she had her back turned on him and a big smile refused to leave her face. There were no words to describe how glad she was about everything getting resolved and that things were nothing but a stupid misunderstanding. Sure, there were many more challenges for them still, but for now she'd allow herself to enjoy her night with the man who was supposed to be an enemy but turned out to become her lover in the end. Funny how life can go, sometimes...

Vanderwood x Talia Masterlist

Taglist: @just-a-key @amborii @cass-who @otomaticallyobsessedessed @mixed-bag-of-tricks @brighteststar707 @currentlyprocrastinating @violetrei @kumaronoa

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ikemen-bully · 2 years

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Otome game dev need to stop making undatable character so handsome,

Once again I am asking for a Vanderwood route away from all the main bullshit with V and Rika. The closest route we have to this are Jaehee's and Zen's.

Please I want to enjoy this game again without remembering how they fucked themselves over just to try to diminish the bullshit that the cult leader did

#vanderwood mysme #mm vanderwood #mystic messenger #anti rika #since you need to specify

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mochiimiiki · 1 year

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the lovely was acc meant to be lively, but it would just be so cute to be called lovely by vandy

#vandy #vanderwood #vanderwood mysme #mysme #mystic messenger fic #mystic messenger

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blossyay · 11 months

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Vanderwood: “this better be a part of your plan......″

#mysme #mystic messenger #707 #vanderwood

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sonendan · 25 days

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V route day 9

tired motivational coach MC and her emotional support bestie Vanderwood

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#artists on tumblr #fanart #art #digitaldrawing #rkgk #mysme #mystic messenger #v mystic messenger #rika mystic messenger #vanderwood

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intr0verted-weird0 · 28 days

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Happy April Fool's Day 😝 2024

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kal0ps1aa · 10 months

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ok i’ve been normal for long enough, shitpost time

planning on doing more of these + sm for other mysmes charas

#707 #mystic messenger #mm 707 #707 mystic messenger #saeyoung fanart #I am so sorry to the vanderwood fans. unfortunately I’m going to make the suffering worse #I’d say god should take my ipad away but I don’t think even his light reaches me anymore #mysme

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pastelsapphy · 1 year

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"I've told you before: I don't smoke or drink." The words are forced through clenched teeth and heavy breathing.

"I think you can make an exception this once."

Vanderwood has never met a more stubborn kid in their life. Anyone else with a wound that big would be begging for anything to dull the pain. And to be fair to Seven, he did ask for something... at first, anyway.

"I won't let you bleed out if that's--"

"I know you won't," Seven cuts in. I trust you, as much as people like us can be trusted, is something that remains unspoken but understood between them. "That's not my concern. Just get on with it."

Vanderwood huffs out an irritated sigh. "I don't think a few shots of whiskey will count."

"This is the last time I will say it: if the closest thing you have right now to a painkiller is a bottle of whiskey, then I won't take it. Just. Get. On with it."

Seven's eyes are hard and unwavering. Vanderwood knows they're not going to win this argument. Why is he being so stubborn? "This is going to hurt," they say.

"It already fucking hurts," Seven snaps through gritten teeth. "It's a stab wound."

"And it's going to hurt a hell of a lot more when I'm sewing it closed."

"I'll be fine. I can take it."

"You're going to have to hold as still as possible. And be as quiet as possible."

The safehouse they escaped to should be too far for anyone to follow. Should being the keyword. If they have been followed, and Seven screams, it'll mean a lot of trouble.

Seven nods. "Yeah. Yeah I can do that, just..." He looks around for a moment, then grabs his jacket where it lay on the bed behind him. He balls up part of it and shoves the fabric into his mouth, biting down hard. He says something that sounds like "do it" and squeezes his eyes shut too.

Vanderwood sighs. They're not keen on doing this without giving Seven anything to dull his senses, but the other option is letting the wound keep bleeding.

"Okay. Last chance. Because once I start, I'm not going to stop," Vanderwood warns.

Seven shakes his head in a firm, final no.

"Okay. Keep pressure on it while I set up."

A few minutes and a sanitized needle later, Vanderwood walks back over to where Seven sits on the bed. His breathing is audible and deliberate. Slow breath in, slow breath out. In. Out. In. Out. Trying to focus on anything other than his leg. Vanderwood digs a knee into Seven's leg to hold him still and, with the hand not holding the needle, pinches the sliced flesh together. Seven's breathing gets heavier.

"Hold still and keep breathing. I'll be as quick as I can."

Seven nods. He twists his hoodie tight in his fingers and bites down even harder.

He doesn't scream when the needle pierces his skin. They've been working together for a few years now, but Vanderwood is still surprised by the kid's pain tolerance. He's not completely unaffected--Vanderwood doesn't miss the sharp inhale when they start--but he doesn't scream. Just bites down harder on the wad of cloth in his mouth and trembles with the effort of keeping still.

It feels like it takes forever--probably feels even longer to Seven--but Vanderwood finally stitches the wound shut. They wrap a bandage snug around it and let out a breath. "Okay. It's done."

Seven gasps and yanks the hoodie from his mouth. He takes big, gasping breaths, like he's just come up from underwater. His whole face is red and damp--sweat running down his face and drool on his chin. Vanderwood grabs a clean cloth and sits back down next to him. "Tip your head up and take your glasses off; you're a mess," they say.

Seven does and Vanderwood sees his eyes are red too; the tracks running down his face aren't all from sweat. Vanderwood doesn't comment on it. They just wipe his face clean. They're a little heavy-handed at the best of times, but they try to be gentle. After a moment the cloth is tossed aside and they're handing him a bottle of water. "Drink. You lost a lot of fluids."

Again, Seven does. That's how Vanderwood knows he's beyond exhausted--no comments or smart-ass remarks.

Seven gulps down half the bottle before stopping to take more gasping breaths. "Thank you, Vanderwood," he huffs out.

"Hmph. Good to know you appreciate me for more than just cleaning your house all the time."

"I mean it," he says. "Truly. Thank you."

If Vanderwood has ever seen genuine honesty from him, then this is it. If not, it's as close as they'll ever get. It's exceedingly rare and they're never quite sure how to respond to it. "Don't worry about it. I can't have you dying on my watch. Now finish drinking that and get some sleep. You look dead, and we can't stay here too long."

Seven nods, chugging the rest of the water before lying back on the bed. He's out cold in seconds, leaving the cabin in silence. Vanderwood enjoys it while they can (they won't admit that they miss Seven's chatter when it's been gone too long). They start repacking their medical supplies and catch sight of the bottle of whiskey standing on the table.

They make a mental note to double check that they're stocked up on painkillers in the future.

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year

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I really liked Anon’s concept of a sick but in denial MC and loved what you wrote 👀👀 could you include that with the V, GE and Vanderwood ✨

V can be firm when he needs to be. It's not like he hasn't been in the same position as you. There have been many times in his adult life when he would deny treatment or care because it felt like he would never be deserving of something like that. It didn't matter if it was as small as getting something for a cold.

He has denied himself a lot over the years and it made things harder when they didn't necessarily need to be. You are the person that taught him that he could be more than that. You taught him that he was allowed to ask for help and get help when he needed it. So, why wouldn't he fight for you?

He will be gentle when he reminds you of everything you've told him over the years. It can't be one way and not the other. If something applies to him, it has to apply to you at the same time. He can't have it all and you have nothing or vice versa.

More importantly, he doesn't want you to lay miserably in your bed when what could help you the most would be a fever reducer. He understands the need to do your work, but you can't lay there in denial and work yourself into a worse condition. He will escort you back to the bedroom. He isn't cruel about it, nor is he forceful, but he is adamant. You've saved his heart. Let him guide yours.

GE Saeran has been there God knows how many times. His entire life in Mint Eye was that way. Both because he was forcing himself to live that way and he was being told to live that way.

It isn't something that he would wish upon anybody, not even the people that he feels complicated about. He doesn't want people to be hurting and denying themselves what they need. In ways, it reminds him of himself. In other ways, it reminds him of the way his brother would deny an extra serving of something just to make sure that he was taken care of.

He doesn't want anybody to give up if there's a chance that you can have what you deserve just as much as anybody else should. That's why he makes sure that you go back to bed immediately when he catches you doing something you shouldn't be doing.

His smile is polite and his touch is gentle, but he takes you right back to where you started. It might be frustrating to deal with, but he isn't doing this to take away your control over your autonomy. He's doing this because he's been there before and you would never let him do this to himself. Nope. You're not getting away with something you'd never let Saeran do.

Vanderwood isn't someone that would let you know they've had a moment of weakness. Those aren't allowed in the agency. You don't get to take a sick day and you don't get to stop what you're doing just because you have a cough. You either get your work done or you die. That is the mentality that he has been dealing with all this time.

So, it isn't a stretch to say that if he caught you doing something when you were sick, he would simply shrug it first and say that he would do the same. It doesn't mean it's the healthy thing to do, but it's what he's used to even if it's not the right thing to do.

But, those circumstances don't apply to you. You're not a person that's been beaten blue as he has. He is the kind of person that would throw you over his shoulder and put you back in bed so tightly underneath the sheets that you wouldn't be able to escape. The only person that knows how to be elusive enough to get away from him is Saeyoung. That's only possible because he's the king of diversionary tactics, so if you can't make a flaming robot, you're not getting away from him.

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