#mystic mesesnger headcanons

[whereisvanderwood]

Hey! I just found you and I thought your Yoosung HC was very cute ;w; You said you were taking requests, right? Could you then maybe do one... with Vanderwood? :D I'm just really curious how that would turn out, but hey, I'd understand if you don't want to/can't ^^

OFC I WILL

Vanderwood and MC’s first date.

*:･ﾟ✧

He’s an agent. As far as he’s concerned, there’s no place for love in his lifestyle.

But you know what? After seeing his comrade in arms, Seven, watching you for a number of hours on the CCTV screen in his bunker, he couldn’t help but start rooting for you.

You became, somewhat, a fascination to him. You became his window to the outside world while he stood in the box of the “secret service” life. It was pretty bleak from where he stood, but the window caught his eye.

He’s like Rapunzel in “Tangled”– doesn’t know much except the life of solitude he’s always lived.

So of course he grew to like you. You had something that he didn’t, and he craved it.

He wanted to say something to you, even if it was as simple as “You’re crazy for staying in an apartment with a bomb in it, you know?”

So Seven texted it for him.

Through one of Seven’s many other phones, the two of you began conversing on a daily basis, all thanks to Seven’s introductions. All Vanderwood did was watch Seven most of the time anyway, so he had heaps of time to kill.

It was much less anxiety-provoking than what he’d anticipated. He hadn’t really spoken with anyone that wasn’t an agent for quite some time in the first place.

He did, in fact, confirm that his name was not Mary Vanderwood the 3rd, and that he was not a crimson-haired maid from the states.

He also couldn’t help but let a few things slide, like the fact that he was a secret agent, and he wanted his alias to be “Stark,” as well as hinting that he “is good at something,” although he won’t reveal it.

It’s totally knitting.

“Miss~ Why don’t you take her out? You’ve been talking for a long time now.”

“Don’t be stupid! I can’t go out with her. We’re agents. We can’t get close to people like this.”

He thought about the idea for a long long time. He couldn’t sleep that night.

Of course he wanted to take you out! You’d brought up the idea yourself a couple of times in conversation, too.

So he googled “what to do with people you’re taking out for the first time.”

All the results were “Top First Date Ideas.”

He blushed like a baboon’s buttocks.

“Stupid google…”

Going out for a coffee seemed innocent enough. I mean, pff, it’s not like you guys were a couple or anything like that. God forbid the man to even imagine such an ideal!

In the end, he settled on it. It would be the first time you guys actually meet in person anyway. It’s good to start small, he thought.

He even went through the effort to actually call you and ask you personally if you would like to have a coffee with him.

Seven did lots of research on locations that would be practically void of cameras and agency eyes alike, ensuring the two of you would be safe, and also granted the privacy you two deserved.

To start off, you both agreed on a set coffee shop you would meet at, considering that neither of you were allowed to know where each other lived. lol

He could see you before he entered the coffee shop– you sat there, fixing yourself up every second as you looked in your phone’s camera. He wished he made a bit more of an effort than his trademark leopard-print coat. He didn’t exactly “blend in with the crowd” either.

Bad fashion choices.

And bad haircut choices too.

Man, you looked so much better in person than a monochromatic monitor. He was a bit taken aback.

He had to calm himself before opening the door, practically announcing his presence with the tiny bell in the corner.

Your heard jerked up so fast you could’ve sworn you pulled a muscle. The widest smile was on both of your faces. Neither of you had any idea what the heck you were doing.

“Hey... uh, nice to meet you.” :)

You grabbed your drinks, and from there Vanderwood took the lead. You had to walk because you could both be easily followed if he took a car. He apologized, knowing you would probably be tired after being cooped up in an apartment for several days.

You didn’t mind– the air was clear and you had good company. It was the exact type of filler you needed to restore your spirits.

He’d tried planning what to speak about beforehand, but he still was e x t r e m e l y nervous and couldn’t say the things he wanted to say. He’s an agent– the man hasn’t spoken to beautiful girls before!

He relied on his other google search of “250 conversation starters.”

“Sooo… what do you like to do?”

talking to hot guys, vanderwood. what else.

Vanderwood definitely uses google, I’ve decided. Since the last thing he wants to do is ask 707 for advice.

It was like a game of ice-breakers for most of it. You were both much more confident over the phone. But any spectator could see that you were both well on your way to “becoming a thing.”

He took you to a place that was definitely far from any eyes. You felt a little skeptical at first when he was taking you down some shady, abandoned subway stairs.

Turns out it was the coolest thing ever. Everything was incredibly old from earlier decades, warmly-lit lanterns still flickered faintly, creating shadows of the flora that has sprouted through the cracked walls.

“Uhh, I’m sorry it’s not a really nice place or anything. 707 suggested to come here since no-one would follow us.”

There were some old rusted spray-paint cans on the ground used for graffiti. To your luck, multiple still had some juice in it. So you both had fun painting up the walls with the weirdest, totally-not-professional doodles.

He taught you how to make a mini paint bomb using the can and his cigarette lighter. Paint splattered everywhere, and you both looked like you’d pranced through rainbows. He said it was one of his first tricks he learned in the agency.

You were both completely relaxed by the end of your “date”. Even Vanderwood felt good enough to humor himself with the thought that it was a date at all.

You would both definitely come back and finish your joined masterpiece on the wall one day.

*:･ﾟ✧ I just got a job at a coffee shop yesterday. I’m morphing into Jaehee.