#vanderyoung

[miroki-sama]

No i don’t have a nurse kink and i definitely do not ship Vanderwood and 707 stop asking me questions. What are you a cop???

[the-rain-shall-fall]

Just One Kiss

So it’s @bloghisoka‘s birthday today and good thing I prepared this in advance. No you didn’t read anything gdi. First things first. I thank my lucky stars I have met a friend as lovely and weird and funny as you, albeit a bit dense. Second, I’m sorry for making you constantly worry about me. Third, Happy Birthday, Hun. May you have more birthdays to come and here’s a little fic for you. Yes, I’m an ass for fueling the Vanderyoung ship let me love you~

[Also on AO3]

Vanderwood sighed for the umpteenth time as he watched Seven frolic around the mall in a white dress with a red bow tied around his waist. He remembered agreeing to this date because the red-head wouldn’t even talk to him after getting denied thrice, sulking while he finished his overflowing, and pending work. If he was the same agent back then, he’d completely ignore the sulking hacker and do his job. But situations changed and it’s been quite a few months since they got together. A few months without even a proper date, as Seven said.

It took a back hug, a few cheek and forehead kisses, and PhD Pepper infused cupcakes for the hacker to giggle and give in, leaning against him while nibbling on the cupcakes. But as always, Seven was denied when he asked for a kiss on the lips. It was fun teasing him with kisses, but not on the lips, where the hacker wanted most. Seven would pout and whine at him, but it had proven to be his favorite pastime so the hacker learned how to settle for these “kitten kisses” as he named them.

The agent followed as the red-head entered an accessory shop, trying on bunny ears and cat paws. He smiled and watched his boyfriend browse the store with bright eyes and a huge grin. It had been a while since Vanderwood saw that combination, and he was glad he decided to go on with this date despite his initial refusal. Everyday had been hard, being an agent and getting sent to life threatening missions always made Seven worry. But he’d always, always receive a reassuring kiss, a silent promise that the brunet would come back alive and in one piece.

“Luciel, are you done yet?” The brunet called after a few minutes of Seven browsing and trying on a few accessories. He seemed troubled with choosing a choker – one was plain velvet with a gold pendant while the other had lace partnered with a red pendant. “Get the gold one. It brings out your eyes.” Vanderwood would later deny feeling smug as he managed to make his boyfriend a blushing mess.

With their fingers intertwined and arms linked, Seven dragged him to the arcades. The agent liked going to the arcades. The both of them were very competitive, and every time they would drop by, it would mean a healthy competition. And he wasn’t disappointed as Seven went straight to the racing game, golden eyes filled with mirth and a smirk on his face, clearly challenging the brunet. Vanderwood lost 2-3, but in his defense, hearing the other’s laughter was distracting and if losing would make him hear it, the brunet would lose over and over again.

Seven demanded a kiss as a reward, his lips already puckered as he tugged on the older man’s sleeve. The brunet sighed, what was this man’s deal with kisses anyway? He took hold of the younger man’s hand and kissed the top of it, earning a pout from the red-head.

“The lips, you brute! Lips!” Vanderwood’s eyebrow rose as he crossed his arms.

“You didn’t specify where.” His ‘girlfriend’ made a shocked face, before stomping off to play other arcades games. As much as he loved the idiot, teasing Seven was a whole lot more fun than simply complying with his requests.

“I want to play some more~” The hacker pouted, slumping on one of the benches, a big stuffed bunny in his arms the brunet got for him in the crane game. They had wasted hours in the arcades and being the responsible one, Vanderwood reminded him of lunch.

“You said earlier we’d get something after getting this rabbit.”

“Well, I changed my mind!” And as if protesting, Seven’s stomach made a rumbling sound, which made the older man snort. The poor red-head buried his face against the stuffed bunny in embarrassment, his cheeks and ears bright red which the brunet found endearing.

“Play some more and be back here in 20 minutes while I get us food?” Golden eyes peeked at him, and he earned a little nod. Vanderwood couldn’t help but ruffle the other’s hair. He was getting soft, being around such an affectionate person as Seven, but he didn’t mind. It was worth all those times when the hacker would withdraw himself from everything, even from him.

“Where’s my kiss?” There was that pout and tugging at his sleeve again. Vanderwood smiled slightly and leaned down, inching closer as if he would finally kiss his boyfriend’s lips. He changes his course at the last second, and ended up kissing Seven’s flushed cheek. He chuckled and made his escape, Seven’s whining heard in the background.

The beginning of their relationship wasn’t all butterflies and rainbows. There was a lot of underlying fear and doubts, Seven’s walls were sometimes too high and Vanderwood even thought that they weren’t compatible and it was better if they broke it off. But then he’d remember those times when they weren’t bickering, when there was just comfortable silence between them, when the hacker would hug him from behind as the brunet cooked while uttering gibberish he could barely understand but still found it adorable. It brought a smile to the brunet, seeing as how they both made this relationship work, even with the constant ups and downs.

His trip to the food stall didn’t take too long, and he expected Seven sitting on the same place he left him before. What he got was three men hitting on the pissed hacker. One even had a hand on Seven’s wrist, preventing him from escaping. This was why he didn’t want to go on a date with the agent crossdressing. His idiot boyfriend was too much of a beauty, he could catfish anyone.

“I’d appreciate it if you leave my girlfriend alone.” Vanderwood towered behind the men, Seven using their momentarily confusion as a chance to escape and run towards the brunet. He kissed the hacker’s forehead and wrapped an arm possessively around his waist, glaring at the retreating men. Great, he was in a bad mood now. He was still holding unto Seven, the other eerily quiet and was simply looking at him.

“Let’s go somewhere else?” The younger one said, linking his arm around Vanderwood’s and leading him to a different place again. They walked in silence, holding hands and slowly eating their burritos. The brunet was worried what happened earlier might’ve ruined the good atmosphere their date had, but it seemed to have the opposite effect.

“You were cool back then~” The red-head grinned back at him, the breeze making his wig flutter around. “Who knew you’d be the jealous type~?” Expect the hacker to start a bantering session.

“So you’d rather have them corner you like that?”

“I could’ve escaped!”

“Uh-huh. Sure. That’ll never happen.”

“Why won’t you believe me?”

“Because I’ll come around and get you out of it again.” Seven’s steps halted as he looked at Vanderwood with wide eyes. The brunet kept walking nonchalantly, taking the last bite of his burrito. He wasn’t expecting to be pulled downwards harshly, lips meeting his in a quick peck. The hacker was grinning and laughing, hugging his arm and the stuffed toy tight. Vanderwood thought he’d never see such a breathtaking sight in his life. He thought wrong.

“That was fun, Mary~” Seven said as they entered the bunker, dumping the bunny on the couch as Vanderwood stood by the door. He had a meeting with the boss in a few minutes, and as much as he’d like to stay longer, this was work. The hacker smiled at him, knowing that he needed to leave immediately. The hacker walked closer and hugged him, the brunet automatically hugging back and kissing the top of his head.

“Stay safe.”

“Of course.”

“Give me a kiss?”

“You already had it earlier.”

“Just one kiss!” Lips puckered once more, Seven tried his best to get the kiss he had been begging for since the start of their date. Wordlessly, Vanderwood gave him what he wanted and more. What he planned to be a short peck turned into a deep, desperate kiss. It always turned out like this before a mission. Fingers ran through his hair as the brunet wrapped his arms around Seven’s waist. He didn’t notice when did he pin the red-head against the wall, as his thoughts were consumed by the way their lips met and molded against each other.

They had to separate to take a breather, and he was rewarded with the sight of a delectable blush all over his lover’s face, ‘more’ whispered again and again. Vanderwood knew he was going to be late, but he couldn’t say no to his lover asking for more. It took them a lot of time to get to where they were right now, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[miroki-sama]

Im gonna draw them together more you cant stop me

[the-rain-shall-fall]

Jokes are Half Meant

I am officially dubbed by a friend as the ‘Angst Queen’ with the amount of angst I have been writing today. Blame the brain for making me write angst despite the fact that I am sick af. ahemahem Anyway~ I’ll make this one a happy ending (finally) since it’s based on an RP I did with my hunny bunny sevenny and I just had to write a fic out of it! ✧٩(ˊωˋ*)و✧

Day 5: Conflict (Angst)

‘You’re the only reason I have left to live. He was an idiot for saying that out of the blue.’

[Also on AO3]

He shouldn’t have said that.

Vanderwood should’ve just continued being the mean, callous ‘maid’ that he was. He should’ve just kept his stupid mouth shut and continued the overflowing laundry. He should’ve left the stupid hacker with his fucking work. He didn’t want to change whatever relationship he had with the idiot because of these stupid feelings. But no, he just had to let his jealousy run wild.

The brunet wondered – Zero Seven fawning over MC wasn’t new, so what was wrong with him? Why was he affected anyways? Zero Seven was but his partner in the Agency – nothing more, nothing less. And yet, when MC literally wandered in the RFA, Zero Seven started ditching more of his work just to speak to the brunette. The red-head paid more attention to the blinking cellphone than his laptop. He sometimes didn’t even seem to mind the presence of the brunet whenever he was on the goddamn phone, talking to that goddamn woman.

He had been confused with these… feelings. Was he right to call these things happening to him ‘feelings’ though? What if he just came up with a bad flu or maybe he was overworked? Even Seven was looking at him with wide eyes as if he was pranked. Well, who wouldn’t think it was a joke or a prank?

When the person who threatened you every time with a taser would suddenly blurt out that you were the only reason he had left to live.

“M-Mary. You’re joking, right?” The agent stuttered. “That’s such a bad joke. You just need to ask and I’ll gladly teach you some of my masterpieces!” He turned back to his laptop, forcing laughter out of his mouth.

Of course. Of course the idiot would take it as a joke. Even he would, for fuck’s sake. Vanderwood nibbled on his bottom lip, feeling his stomach plummet without any way of getting it back up. He should’ve just shut his big trap and continued with the fucking laundry – but no. He had to blurt it out at the most random time he could think off.

“Yeah. That was pretty lame. I should ask you for pointers sometime.” The brunet turned away from the red-head, hiding the hurt that was probably on his face right now. His hands shook as he held the laundry basket tighter. Vanderwood heard shuffling behind him – don’t tell him Seven was going to continue this conversation? Fuck, he didn’t think he could handle more.

“Are you sure? Is it… really a joke?” Why the fuck was he asking? “Look at me and tell me it’s just a joke, Vanderwood.” Seven’s hand was now tugging his arm, persuading him to turn around and tell the hacker… something.

He could just brush it off as a mere joke, a tasteless, out-of-the-blue prank. He could just fuck it and pretend it to be part of training to help Zero Seven to be more alert. He could think of so many things to reply just so he could escape this awkward, humiliating situation but… But what was stopping him? Was it this immense hurt that was making tears form at the corners of his eyes? Was it the want to release these emotions that’s been making his heart clench and his stomach hurt with all the butterflies that just won’t calm the fuck down?

“Of course, it’s a joke. It’s just a fucking joke.” Vanderwood shrugged off the grip, threw the laundry basket on the couch and ran out of the bunker. Shit, why’d he do that? What possessed him to even think that he had even a smidge of chance with the hacker? He kept running aimlessly, tears blurred his vision but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to get the fuck away and forget this even happened.

The brunet could hear a voice persistently calling him but he didn’t have the heart to stop. He didn’t want Seven to see him crying – crying of all fucking things that could happen to him. Making the mistake of looking back, the red-head managed to catch up to him, breathing heavy and labored but the tight grip on his hand refrained Vanderwood from moving.

“Why’d you run?” He wasn’t the goddamn police, stop asking! “If… if nothing’s wrong, if it was just a joke, why did you run?” Vanderwood slowly turned around, head down but he was sure the other could see the tears on his cheeks. He couldn’t answer, with fear that his voice might break. He simply let the other drag him back to the bunker, feeling tired, and it wasn’t from the running. He had so many questions for Seven – why was he chasing him? Why did he even care if it was a serious confession or not?

He dreaded the silence, but it was better than words of hate or rejection. And when they finally arrived back at the bunker, the brunet made a beeline towards the discarded laundry basket and started folding the clothes. Vanderwood wanted to be pre-occupied by something – anything besides Seven who was staring holes into his head.

“So… you were being serious?” Thanks for pointing out the obvious, genius. Vanderwood swallowed down the sass. This wasn’t the time to be a smartass.

“What if I was?” Wiping the tears from his eyes, he looked straight into Seven’s mesmerizing golden orbs. Why must he fall for such an idiot, he didn’t know. The hacker blushed and fiddled the hem of his jacket – why? So many unanswered questions kept piling up one right after the other, the brunet was officially done.

“So… what do we do about it?”

“Why do you care? It’s not as if you like me too.”

“That’s because you’re such a brute!” Seven pouted, sitting at the other side of the couch and crossed his arms. “It’s hard to take it in all of a sudden, you know!” Was this the person he actually felt something for? Sometimes, Vanderwood was baffled about his own feelings but then he’ll remember about the little things and habits the hacker did and he’ll remember exactly why he fell in love. Because he was Agent 707, Choi Luciel.

“We don’t have to do anything about it, you know.” Sweep it under the rug and forget all about it. That seemed like the perfect escape plan so this little red-head could go back to fawning over MC and he could go back to silently cursing himself for feeling jealous when Seven wasn’t even fucking his.

“…what if I want to do something about it?” The other’s voice sounded way too close for comfort. The brunet’s head shot up to see Seven inching closer to him, his eyes fluttering, looking at his eyes and down to his lips. His lips? The fuck, why?

The agent stayed silent, waiting for his partner’s next move. It stretched out for a few seconds, or was it minutes, until Seven crawled closer and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. The hacker immediately pulled away, as red as a ripe tomato, and the brunet was left speechless. Did that just happen? Vanderwood was so tempted to slap himself and urge himself to wake up from this cheating dream but it felt too real. Seven’s face looked too red for this to be a dream.

“T-that was… surprisingly okay.” Fuck. Seven looked too adorable for words. The agent couldn’t stop himself and pushed the other on the couch and reclaimed those lips, laundry discarded yet again. He could hope now, right? Seven did initiate the first kiss, and with the clenching fists on his shirt, he could say the other was enjoying it. They pulled away for air, cheeks flushed and eyes dazed. The red-head was looking at him as if he couldn’t get enough. Then a small smirk spread on those delectable lips as Seven spoke.

“Vanderwood. You know…” He said while caressing the brunet’s cheek. “Jokes are usually half-meant.” And the brunet was pulled back down for another make out session.