Hello! It's past Halloween, but we'd like to share this little sneak peek at Vandybella's Halloween celebration at the Broken Cup~
Art by @leeynnjha
Isabella stares at Vanderwood who is struggling wrapping a treat to give out to the kids entering the Cafe. "Baby, thank you for helping us this year and...you look really handsome." She smiles at her Aladdin.
He finally gets that damn wrapper around the candy and thrusts his arm out to the waiting kids.
"Here," he says with an unintended huff. Who'd have thought dealing with candies and wrapping could be so...fucking complicated? But as he realizes what he did, he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "I hope you like these candies, kids." At the sound of her voice, he turns and, arm still flexed, raises one side of his lips. "Baby, you're welcome but looks like I ain't the best at this..." He can't remember a time he went trick or treating... "Ha, at least you think I'm handsome." At that, he winks at her, making sure to give her a glimpse of the abs underneath the purple vest.
He is too handsome and she has to look away from those defined lines his perfect muscles create...
Good thing there's a lot of noise to hide the tiny gasp escaping her lips.
"Of course you are..."
"I can't wait for my treat later."
"And I love you."
The kids thank him and run off. He makes his way to Isabella and wraps an arm around her waist, pulling his Jasmine closer.
"I love you too, Bella." He leans close and presses a gentle kiss on her lips, too tempted by how shiny it is. Ha...he always thought dressing up for Halloween is fucking ridiculous, but seeing his gorgeous wife all dolled up for him...He can't help but like this holiday now.
"Baby, have I told you you look gorgeous?" he tells her in a low voice, not pulling away just yet.
Her cheeks turn red and he tucks a stray lock behind her ear, leaning closer...
"TRICK OR TREAT!!!!!!"
Vanderwood jumps, startled, and Isabella covers her mouth with a hand, laughing at him.
"Oh wow!! It's princess Jasmine and Aladdin!"
He shakes his head and smirks, grabbing the candy bowl and winking at Isabella. "Guess we'll have to wait 'til we're home, baby."
Gennady and Scarlett are original characters from an OC RP we are currently playing with some friends. We’ve learned to love them and were so excited to have their art from one of our friends :)
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His hand feels warm around hers and she feels safe, loved… how lucky do you have to be to have the person you love to love you back? He’s her happiness, the reason why it’s worth to keep on wanting to make the world a little better. For him, for her, for both of them.
He brings color and light, in the middle of the darkness he’s the ray of hope guiding her.
Vanderwood glances at her and smiles, Izabella’s heart skips a beat.
“What are you looking at, baby?” Vanderwood asks.
“I can’t look away from the love of my life.” Izabella answers and his grin grows.
Out of all the people and all the things to see, he’s the one she will be looking for and will never get enough of.
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This sweet moment is to celebrate one of the halves of this ship!!! ٩(๑> ₃ <)۶♥
Although Vandybella only has a few fics here, we (rossyele and reifromrfa) feel like we’ve been writing about these two forever! Their story has been with us for more than a year now, and we are excited to share more stories with you guys --not just fanfics but also original stories about life, friendship and love.
Rei: Rossy is the Izabella to my Vanderwood and it’s so much fun to collaborate with her. The two of us are dancing to the same tune and I feel that when we write together, we’re able to tell awesome stories and I hope we get to share them with everyone soon!
We’ve been meaning to write this story for a while now and at last, here it is! The sweet Christmas that Vandybella deserves after all the things they’ve been through together! Thank you for all your support guys <3
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Crystals and Stars: A Vandybella Christmas fic
Vanderwood tosses another log into the fire before he resumes his pacing. Soft, holiday music plays in the background and the smell of freshly baked cookies wafts in the air.
So far so good.
So why the fuck does he feel so fucking nervous?
He rubs the back of his neck with his hand and sighs. To be honest, this is the first time he’s spending Christmas outside of a bar, without a beer in his hand. Or in some god-forsaken place, trying not to get killed.
This is the first Christmas he’s spending with someone he loves...his fiancé, Izabella. And he doesn’t know what to do to make this day special for her.
In the kitchen, Izabella munches on a piece of cookie. She smiles satisfied, very well aware Vanderwood is not fond of sweets -- she confectioned a recipe hoping it will please his taste.
Izabella places a cookie on a napkin and goes to the living room. Here comes the real test… Although knowing him he’ll say he loves it.
She stops her tracks by the door, Vanderwood is facing the fireplace. How can a man be so handsome wearing a sweater like that one? Not going to lie, the holidays always make her heart feel heavy… it’s the season to be spent with loved ones but… no more sadness, none of that, life has been kind enough to bring this man into her life.
Quietly she sneaks behind him but her attempt fails thanks to Vanderwood’s trained ears. He turns just as Izabella throws her arms around him. A smile appears on his face, his worries momentarily disappearing as his girl’s face turns red.
“Baby, what are you doing?” Vanderwood asks, pulling her closer to him.
Izabella frowns. “Whatever I was trying to do you make it difficult to accomplish.”
Vanderwood laughs. “Wasn’t this what you were tryin’ to do?” He grabs her chin gently and lifts her gaze to his. “I’d say mission accomplished, soldier.”
Grinning at his compliment she tiptoes and pecks his lips. “I try my best but I can’t beat you, I surrender.”
His smile turns into a smirk. “Oh? You surrender?” His hands trail down from her lower back and in a flash, he bends his knees and grabs the back of her thighs, lifting her legs around him.
“Baby!!” She laughs when he lifts her up. Remembering her initial ‘mission’ Izabella brings the cookie close to his face, “you have to taste this ahhhhh,” she opens her mouth instructing him to part his lips.
Vanderwood eyes the cookie before he moves past it and takes her lips in his, taking advantage of her open mouth to twirl his tongue with hers. Izabella’s eyelids close and her free hand goes to the back of his neck enjoying the sweet muscle sliding inside her mouth.
When he pulls away, he’s grinning. “Had to taste something sweeter than the cookie first.” Then, he finally takes a bite of the cookie, allowing the taste to sink into his palate. Surprisingly, it isn’t too sweet --hell, it tastes a little like coffee, his baby’s coffee. “Baby, what’s in this? It’s delicious.”
Izabella mocks a glare. “Really? You like it? Well, it’s a secret, a family secret… our secret.” She brings his face close to hers and touches his nose with hers. Closing her eyes Izabella lets her reality sink in -- Vanderwood is hers, he is her family and she is his.
Vanderwood keeps his eyes open as he swallows, rubbing his nose against hers. “I love it and I love you, Izabella Mun. Ha...our secret. I like that.” He walks to the couch and takes a seat, adjusting their positions so Izabella is sitting on his lap.
“I love you, so much.” She smiles and bites on the cookie, she chews and gives him more until it’s gone. Her arms rest on his shoulders, “thank you for bringing me here, it’s beautiful.” Izabella looks around the cabin noticing the new hung decorations, “and you did a great job setting the mood.”
Vanderwood feels his face getting warm and he looks away, averting his gaze. “Yeah? Ha...I’m glad you like ‘em, baby. The lady at the store said those are popular for Christmas…”
What the fuck? Get a grip, you idiot!
The nerves creep in once more, but a part of him is relieved he got the right decorations at the store. It was either the snowflakes or reindeers with Santa at the end...and to be honest, that fucking fat man in the red suit with the “jolly grin” made him narrow his eyes suspiciously the more he stared at it. So instead, snowflakes are hung all around the living room, each one glittering whenever they catch the light.
The snowflakes mimic the stars and the dedication he put into it makes her chest feel warm. And to be honest, witnessing his awkwardly cute statements makes her fall harder for him. “You always manage to make everything perfect… what’s your superpower?”
Vanderwood chuckles. “Superpower? I don’t have any, baby. I just love you, that’s all.” He brushes her cheek with his fingers. “I want to make this Christmas perfect for you.”
She leans into his touch and places her hand on top of his. “Everything is so pretty and I love it, I really do but…”
“But?” His heart grips. Uh oh. Did he forget something?
“It’s you, I only need you. If you’re with me everything is perfect.”
His heart feels fuller than it’s ever been and Vanderwood pulls her face closer to him, so he could brush his lips on hers. “You make everything perfect, baby. And you know it’s you, it’s only you that I need.”
It’s true. Before he met her, he didn’t even dare to dream of seeing the next day, let alone another week, another month...a lifetime. But with the agency out of his life and Izabella filling his days with love and laughter, he can’t help but dream to be happy.
“Thank you, baby...thank you for coming into my life.”
Izabella shakes her head lightly. “You don’t have to thank me for that. We found each other…” She stares into those beautiful brown eyes. “Our paths crossed and I’m so grateful we saw each other, even if we weren’t looking or knew we were lost, we were found.”
Vanderwood chuckles. “I’m so fucking happy you were catering that night. I’m glad I made the decision to make out with the hot baker in the kitchens.” Vanderwood leaves another kiss on her lips. “Best decision I made in my life.”
She laughs, throwing her head back. “I’m glad too… even more grateful you’re a good kisser.” Her arms go around his neck and she rests her head on the crook of his neck.
His body relaxes as she curls closer to him. What the hell was he so nervous about? As long as they’re together, everything would be fucking perfect...just like this moment. Sitting in front of the fireplace with the most gorgeous girl in his arms. Her soft breath on his neck, her hair tickling him. Vanderwood holds the love of his life and kisses the top of her head, wondering when the perfect moment would be to give her the carefully wrapped gift tucked away in his bag.
As soon as his thoughts drift to that, the nerves settle into his body once more.
Izabella closes her eyes, relaxing completely, her fingers brushing his back. It’s so easy to let all her walls down when it comes to this man, the man she loves. For the first time since her parents left she’s ready to let someone take care of her, she wants to be protected, guarded inside his strong arms.
His embrace is warm and she can feel his heartbeat, by now synchronized with hers. She never knew she could love the way she does. He’s taken away the fears and replaced them with joy, with dreams and hope.
A sweet scent tickles her nose and Izabella sits up. “The cake must be ready.” She stands up but before running to the kitchen she kisses his cheek. “Let me take it out and then we open gifts, okay?”
She carefully takes the steamy sponge cake from the oven and places it on the racks. Looking over her shoulder she makes sure he’s not followed her to the kitchen. Izabella shuffles the contents in her bag trying to find the small wooden box where she holds the gift she plans to give to her boyf… fiance, god, she will marry the love of her life. Her heart flutters and she smiles to herself.
Vanderwood watches her run into the kitchen and then he stands and starts pacing again.
Fuck.
Maybe he should have bought her something expensive or flashy...fuck. Vanderwood runs a hand through his face before he heads for the stairs leading to the second landing, where he left his bag. He enters the master bedroom and sees his bag on the floor next to hers.
Should I even…? It’s fucking ridiculous.
Arguments as to why he should have bought something girls would like fly through his head as he reaches deep inside his bag, at the gift lying in the bottom of the heap of clothes. Taking it out, he holds the gift in his hands and stares at it for a minute longer. He scratches his head before muttering a curse and heading back downstairs.
When she makes it back to the living room he’s not there but she can hear the footsteps on the second floor. She places a tray with two cups of hot coffee and cookies next to the window.
Vanderwood strides to the living room and sees his fiancé, staring out the windows at the falling snow. He can’t help but stand still, admiring her beauty, memorizing her features. He wishes he was a good photographer but damn, he isn’t. So he settles instead for committing this moment to his memory.
Izabella notices her love and turns to him, a big grin on her lips. “I missed you.” She extends her hand towards him. He places the hand with the gift behind his back before she could see it and takes her outstretched hand with his other.
“I missed you, gorgeous,” he replies. He eyes the steaming mugs of coffee and cookies and grins. “Baby, are we gonna eat first?”
“Nope.” She pinches his nose. “But I’ll go first, baby.” Reaching inside her pocket she takes out a small wooden box and hands it to him. Vanderwood carefully folds his gift for her and places it in his back pocket, still debating whether he should give it to her or not. Then, he takes the box from her hands.
“Baby, you know you didn’t have to,” he tells her, but he can’t stop the smile that’s forming on his face. Slowly, he lifts the lid of the box and when he sees what’s inside, he gasps unconsciously. He lifts the pendant hanging from a leather string, small crystal pieces are arranged inside a clear cube.
“It’s, well… Do you remember the display in the cafe, the broken cups?”
Vanderwood nods, his eyes finding hers.
“You know they belonged to my parents. I collected some pieces and had this made for you because, baby, I know they’d love you and I’m sure now they watch over you too. They know I love you and how much you love me. I want them to be with you too, even if they’re gone they’re my family. I want to be your family and I want you to be mine.” She looks at him expectantly.
Vanderwood feels his throat closing up and he turns his gaze to the beautiful necklace instead. Broken pieces of her parents’ cups...he can’t even begin to explain how much this means to him. His fingers brush against the pendant, wondering what kind of people her parents were, knowing they must have been good people --warm people, like their wonderful daughter.
A family...fuck. He hasn’t had that, ever. But here she is, the one he loves, asking him to be part of hers. The emotions inside him are making him feel too warm.
“Baby…” he says, studying each shattered piece in the necklace. “You’re already my family. But...Ha…” He clears his throat to keep his voice from cracking with emotion. “Are you sure? This is for me?” Would her parents really approve of him? Vanderwood would like to think so. Because no one can love her as much as he does...hell, he didn’t even know he’s capable of a love like this one. But he does, he loves her...and Vanderwood hopes that despite his past, her parents would see his love and give them their blessing from the heavens.
“Of course I’m sure. I want you to know you’ll never be alone, not for as long as I live. There’s no other person I would share a piece of me with, this… them.” She steps closer and holds his hand noticing how it’s shaking. Vanderwood grasps her hands in his and lifts them to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.
“Bella, I don’t know what to say.” He has to clear his throat again, his heart feels like it’s overflowing and he pulls his girl into his arms, holding her tight.
“Thank you, baby, thank you,” he whispers into her ear.
She feels warm all over, happy from his reaction, relieved he liked it. “I love you, I will forever love you.”
“I love you, Izabella.” Vanderwood grins and excitedly puts the band around his neck. He likes how it feels against his skin, the pendant feels heavy but it’s not unpleasant; the weight of it reminds him that he’s part of a family, their family.
“It’s perfect.” She touches the pendant. “Perfect for you.” Izabella smiles satisfied.
He touches her face. “You’re perfect for me, baby.” He can’t stop smiling. Hell, he even forgot about the gift sitting in his back pocket. But when he steps closer to her, the gift shifts in his pocket and Vanderwood freezes.
Goddammit, I should have bought her that new coffee-maker instead.
Izabella notices him tensing up and raises an eyebrow. “Baby, are you okay?”
“Uh…” Vanderwood doesn’t know what to do. That’s the only gift he brought for her, but now it seems fucking ridiculous. But it’d be worse...to not give her a gift for Christmas. Isn’t that what couples do in the dramas? ;;;
“Baby…”
Hesitantly, he reaches for the gift and hands it to her, keeping his eyes averted. “I...uh, I got you somethin’ too, baby.”
She gasps at the sight of the gift and can’t stop the giggle escaping her lips. “You’re adorable.” Izabella unwraps the gift and gasps once more. “These are so cute!” The pink mittens with strawberry pattern are the perfect size. She sticks her hands in them but when she does she feels something inside the left mitten. She pulls out a tiny box from it and stares at him.
Vanderwood’s heart drums hard against his chest. “I found those mittens and thought...they’d be perfect for when you bake.” Vanderwood lets out a nervous chuckle as he eyes the box. “But that...If you don’t like it, baby, you don’t have to wear it.”
“I stand corrected, you’re so adorable.” Izabella opens the box and smiles at the silver star inside. “Baby, this is so pretty, why wouldn’t I want to wear it? You were thinking of me… I love it.”
Vanderwood shuffles his feet, his cheeks warm. “Because...ha...fuck.” He rubs the back of his neck again. Somehow he feels the need to keep moving...Jesus, this is new to him, being this fucking awkward and nervous. “Because that’s...I didn’t buy that from a store, baby.”
“Did you steal it?” Izabella teases him, she takes the necklace from the box and lifts it up, the pendant catching the light.
Vanderwood laughs. “Steal it...yeah...ha...I wish I stole it, baby. But no...that...that’s…”
Why is this so goddamn hard?
Taking a deep breath, Vanderwood finally reveals what’s been on his mind all evening. “That pendant didn’t use to be a star...it used to be a bullet. One that got me during a mission.”
Her gaze moves from the pendant to him, her heart drumming in her chest. “This hurt you..?”
Vanderwood looks at her and nods. “Yeah...it did. But it didn’t kill me, baby. I thought it would, but it didn’t. And when they pulled the bullet from my chest, they said I should keep it. Proof that I’m a tough bastard.” He laughs at the memory then scratches his cheek. “But I don’t wanna be reminded of those days anymore...I wanna look forward to my future with you. I had that made into a star because...baby, you’re my star, my lighthouse. The one who brings me home and who shines bright even in the darkest of times. You’re the one I wanna live for...the one I wanna share a life with. What was supposed to kill me is now a reminder of my reason to continue living. And well...it’s a necklace coz I wanted it with you, baby. That a part of me, that bullet, is always with you. And that our love will always be stronger than even life or death.”
Izabella doesn’t notice the tears rolling down her cheeks, all her attention is focused on him. He’s truly amazing and she hopes she will be able to show him just how wonderful and strong he is. She holds the pendant close to her chest while her other hand pulls him closer to her. “I will take you up on that… stay with me. Always. Because I love you. Because I’ll stay with you, I give you all that I am, today and the future. Our future, baby. Let’s live it together, let’s live for each other and because of each other. I love you.”
Relief fills his body and he wipes her tears with his hand. “Of course, Izabella. I ain’t going anywhere. I love you and I’ll stay with you forever, as long as you want me to. I want to live every day with you, just like you said.” He smiles at her. “Didn’t know that’s what I would want...but ever since we met, my heart’s been telling me it’s you. It’s you, the one I’m meant to be with.” Then he furrows his brows. “But really..? You like it? Even...knowing it was a bullet?”
“Forever… I want to stay with you way longer than forever, baby.” She hands him the necklace and turns around lifting her hair. When he’s done helping her put the necklace she faces him. “I love it, this is proof that you fought to stay alive, that you won… we met and now we will spend forever together. Thank you for choosing me, I must have done something right in my past life to deserve you now.” She smiles at him.
“Oh, baby, maybe it’s the both us who did something right. Maybe this is our reward.” A grin breaks across his face and Vanderwood presses her body against his before kissing her passionately. He couldn’t be happier. Every fucking Christmas used to be just a normal day for him but now, he has someone to celebrate holidays with. And he plans to celebrate every holiday with her --Christmas, New Year’s, Valentine’s, hell, even St. Patrick’s Day. He’s not one to throw a goddamn party for every little thing but…
He lifts Izabella in his arms again and moves to the stairs.
Now I have someone I want to celebrate life with.
He pulls back, still grinning, a little out of breath before he says, “By the way, Bella...Merry Christmas. I love you, baby.”
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Thank you for reading :)
Art by @lovethedanielhd
We hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and Happy Holidays!!
Hey guys! This is our entry for Day 5 of @mmangstweek! It’s about MC and 707 set in a universe where things go horribly wrong before the reset happens.
We hope you guys like it! ^^
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The Beginning of the End: 0.5
Day 5: Bad End | Bad MC
MC stretches her arms to the front, she’s tired and wants to ask him to stop soon. It’s been hours since the last stop and her back is starting to bother her. She glances at him, his eyes focused on the road, it’d be good if she could find the right words and tell him that everything will be okay and they’ll find Saeran soon.
Saeyoung’s eyes shift from the road to the GPS device attached to the dashboard. They’re getting closer to the red marker. His hands start to sweat and a mixture of anticipation and panic swell in his chest.
This is it. When they get there, he’ll find his brother, he’s sure of it. And together with MC, they’ll save him and bring him home. Saeyoung glances at the woman sitting next to him and he notices her moving in her seat yet again. It’s then that he realizes they’ve been driving for a while now and Saeyoung’s foot eases on the pedal, the car decelerating.
“We can do a short stop here, MC. Rest a little before we kick some butt.” He gives her a smile and a wink, knowing he needs the break to pull himself together, as well. Saeyoung wants to be ready when they get there, there can’t be any mistakes this time; he’s not going to be pulled away from his brother again.
She smiles. “Okay.” Her hand reaches for his trying to find his fingers and locking them with hers.
MC looks outside, the road they’ve been driving on has taken them to the middle of nowhere. She glances at the side mirror and notices a black SUV behind them, the vehicle is closing in really fast.
“Saeyoung…?”
“Yep?”
“There’s a car behind us, it wasn’t there a minute ago.”
Saeyoung’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror and sure enough, he sees the black SUV zooming towards them. This can’t be a coincidence; surely that car is bad news. But what’s going on, this isn’t part of the game. They’re supposed to follow Vanderwood, which would lead them to Saeran, then save his twin and bring him home with them. Both he and MC did everything right...they’re supposed to be in the Secret End route right now. What’s going on?
“MC, is your seatbelt fastened tight?”
She nods. “Yes, I’m okay.” She bites her lower lip, her heartbeat quickens but she’s not scared. If there’s someone she trusts it’s him, her love.
“Okay. Things might get a little bumpy, babe, I need you to hold on, okay?” Flooring the gas, Saeyoung grips the steering wheel tighter and the car lurches forward, creating some distance between them and the SUV. To his dismay, Saeyoung sees the SUV accelerating too, hot on their tail.
They talked about this before leaving the bunker, the possible dangers and what to do if they got in any kind of trouble. MC unbuckles her seatbelt and reaches to get the bag on the back seat.
“MC, no, go back to your seat.” Saeyoung says with rising panic, watching as the SUV moves to switch lanes. He swerves the car to the left to cut off the other car while trying his best not to make the car turn too sharply so MC doesn’t get thrown out of her seat. This is new to him, and the fact that MC isn’t wearing her seatbelt is making him feel anxious. He doesn’t know if they’ll reset, or if this is a new game, a new update. Still, he’ll be damned before he lets anything bad happen to her though.
“I’m sorry but we need this. Let me help you.” She sits back and struggles to get her seatbelt on again. “You won’t do this alone, I’m here.” MC doesn’t want to waste time so she forgets about the buckle and unzips the bag.
Saeyoung utters a curse as the car switches lanes again; it’s going to try to drive alongside them, and that can prove dangerous.
“Okay, 606.” Saeyoung replies, eyes flicking from the mirror to the road. There’s a sharp curve coming up. “You remember that forky suction thingy I showed you 5 nights ago? I need you to throw that to the car behind us. Click the button on top of it and just throw.”
The “forky suction thingy” is Saeyoung’s version of an electromagnetic pulse. He made a few adjustments to the standard EMP that the agency gave him and modified it to shut down a car in seconds instead of the gradual, sputtering death of the car’s systems and engines.
MC shuffles the contents in the bag until she finds the device. She turns around on the seat, kneeling. Sticking her head out of the window, she presses the button and without overthinking her movements she throws the EMP device/forky suction thingy. It lands on the hood of the van.
Saeyoung watches with glee as the car behind them just stops in its tracks. The windows are heavily tinted so he couldn’t see the driver’s face, but he can bet whoever is after them is now super pissed.
“We did it!” MC screams sitting back, once again trying to get her seatbelt to work.
“Yahoo!” Saeyoung exclaims, laughing. “We did it, 606! We--”
It happened too fast.
Their car turns around the curve. Saeyoung hasn’t been able to decelerate yet. Besides, he thought the worst was over. What he didn’t expect is another car speeding towards them from the other side of the road.
His eyes widen but before he can warn her, before he can move the car or stop--
When she looks up the sound of crystal shattering echoes and the whole world is spinning, her hands are trying to find him but there’s no way to focus. It’s like she’s flying, inside a twister, she loses control of her body and all she can think of is him… but every thought is replaced by sharp pain. She’s falling and everything hurts before she stops moving, there is a strong metallic taste growing in her mouth, she can smell grass and dirt before her vision blurs and everything goes dark.
In the driver’s seat, Saeyoung lifts his head with a groan. He doesn’t need to touch his head to feel the sticky liquid dripping down his face. One movement lets him know that his entire body is sore, and his eyes are blurry, his glasses shattered on the floor. But the red-headed hacker turns to the passenger seat, finding it empty. However, the windshield in front of her seat is cracked...broken. A large, gaping hole...a human-sized hole.
No.
Saeyoung’s hands hurt when he moves them, his wrist is probably broken. But he manages to unlock the door. He moves his legs but it’s as though all his strength has left him; Saeyoung crumples to the ground outside, his body hitting the pavement. Broken pieces of glass wedge into his skin but he grits his teeth and tries to get up.
No. 606...MC.
He grabs onto the door, trying to pull his body up...and that’s when he notices it. His fingers turning translucent, almost holographic. Saeyoung blinks his eyes, getting the blood out of his eyes in time to see the solid ground turn into strings of codes.
No. Not now. Don’t do this, it’s not supposed to be like this!
The sky turns dark, not because it’s nighttime but because everything goes black. A scream is ripped from his throat as the world around him disappears. Something red flickers in front of him and Saeyoung squints his eyes to read the large, bold letters:
RESET THE GAME?
But something’s wrong. Because underneath it are two options:
[ Yes ] [ NY𝟄𝕾 ]
Game restarting…
MC blinks a few times before adjusting to the morning light. She stays in bed without moving, yes, overthinking and replaying the dream -- where she holds a warm hand, a beautiful smile lights up her life, soft lips kiss her and a voice says her name once and all over again.
What she would do to make it a reality… but no, her reality is other. In this reality the handsome guy’s missing, he’s replaced by a tyrant, a bleached hair guy who won’t ever say her name the way the boy in her dreams does. A sense of loss washes over her, something she can never understand.
The mirror tells her she had an awful night and her eyebags are as bad as her boss’. While she dries her face MC runs her fingers on the little scar over her left eyebrow, it’s a tiny white line that can go unnoticed easily. Her head hurts trying to remember where she got it, and every time she thinks she’s close to a memory the whole world spins and she’s thrown into darkness.
… and the only light she finds, the only hand she can reach is cold and cruel.
Three knocks on the door warn her that it’s time to go to work, before leaving her room she gets the hideous robe and puts it on and drinks the foul blue elixir. It doesn’t make sense, but she’s accepted her fate, all she knows is that she was bad, she made the wrong choices… she’s getting what she deserves.
“The redhead…” He growls when MC walks into the room, the boy stares at the screen, fingers furiously typing on the keyboard. He glances at her before going back to the computer.
“Get here, I need you to help me with this.” A sinister smile finds his lips. “This will be fun.”
MC turns on her screens. “Ready.”
On the other side of the screen, the red-haired hacker types furiously, getting past another firewall. Lines of code reflect on his glasses and he has to admit, he’s getting a little hungry…
The damp, cold secret passageway they’re hiding in doesn’t help; now 707 wants a warm meal. But he knows that’s a luxury they can’t afford to risk right now. Not when he and Vanderwood are in Mint Eye, trying to save the innocent guests the Savior invited to her little party.
“Madam~” he says in a sing-song voice. Beside him, Vanderwood groans.
“What?”
“I’m hungry.”
Vanderwood sighs. “Ya...to be honest, me too. Alright. I’ll go get us some food. Hopefully those goddamn Believers are all asleep.” The older agent slips on the robe they stole from the supply closet, pulling the black hood over his head. 707 gives him a small salute.
“I’ll watch your back, don’t worry! You know I won’t let anything bad happen to you, Vandy~”
Vanderwood gives him a deadpan look before the older agent moves, heading for the door on the wall that will lead him into one of the hallways in Mint Eye. 707 goes back to his laptop, confused when he sees the other hacker stopped his attacks.
Unknown laughs, he stands behind her, his voice filled with menace. “Now, do a good job for me and lure him just to where I can destroy him. If you do this right I might even give you a reward.”
MC swallows, it’s difficult to hide how frightened he makes her. “Yes, sir.”
[ Believer A606 has entered the chatroom ]
Believer A606: ....
His fingers stop, he freezes.
606…?
His heart constricts at the memory of his love, the love he lost and has been trying to find. But when he woke up to this new reset, he and Vanderwood were already headed to Mint Eye...MC is nowhere to be found, not even among the new players who joined Mint Eye.
But now...this. This can’t be a coincidence.
Hastily, with shaking fingers, 707 enters the messenger.
[ Believer A707 has entered the chatroom ]
Believer A707: Hello?
Her eyes read over the line, one, two… five times before she can move again. Why does it hurt…? It’s such a strange sensation, like she’s found a string, once she can pull at. It makes her anxious, curious, eager… What is happening to her…? There is a lump in her throat and she wants to scream, cry… for help.
MC’s hands are trembling, hands that are always reaching out, searching but never finding… The room starts spinning and she shakes her head trying to focus. Whatever she’s feeling she dismisses it. There are orders she has to obey now…
Hi, everyone! Here is our piece for this year’s @saeranchoiweek !!! As always it was a joy writing together and for such sweet boy!
Our boy goes to college!!
Enjoy~
Botany 3B: Saeran x MC
He can hear his brother’s laugh from outside and regretfully makes his way to Botany 3B. As soon as he steps inside, Saeyoung shares his name with the classroom and the rest of the campus.
“Baby bro!! I was keeping your chair warm, c’mere, you adorable you!!”
Saeran dodges his brother’s embrace and Saeyoung wraps his arms around himself.
“Go to your class.” Saeran says sitting down.
“Yes yes, I just wanted to see you, I missed you~”
“We have the next class together. Now go before you’re late.”
“Okay, see you later, baby bro!” Saeyoung runs to the door but before exiting turns, winks and blows a kiss to Saeran.
He feels his eyes roll all the way to the back of his head until a sound, a melody he’s been getting used to, brings him back to reality… or is it a dream?
She laughs at the joke her friend made before the other girl waves goodbye and runs off to her own class. MC grips the books closer to her chest as she turns to the room and makes her way to her usual seat. Not surprisingly, her seatmate is already there; she just saw his twin dashing out of the room seconds before, after all.
Saeran looks as handsome as ever, and she feels her heart drumming faster against her chest. It’s uncanny how one person can make her feel so happy without even having to say anything. She takes her seat beside him and puts down her books before giving him a big smile.
“Hi, Saeran.”
His lips curl up just a bit. He could say ‘hi’, ‘hello’, ‘good morning’, ‘good day’, he could say a million things but when he sees that smile all the words in his mind jump around and he isn’t able to grasp a proper phrase.
Mr. Gim walks into the class and all chatter quiets down.
MC bites her lower lip to keep herself from smiling broadly; he’s too cute. But she tucks her hair behind her ear and looks forward, trying not to get too distracted by the guy sitting beside her. Class passes by in a blur, and by the end of it her notebook is full of doodles of plants. As the professor leaves, she starts gathering her things. MC glances at Saeran, not wanting to let the opportunity slip by her like she did the other classes they had this week…and last week…and the week before that.
“Saeran,” she starts. “Have you heard about the dance this weekend?”
He’s putting his books inside his bag when he looks at her. “I have, my brother won’t let me forget about it.”
Both of them walk out of the classroom, Saeran doesn’t notice he’s walking in the wrong direction. He can’t help it, he likes talking to this girl. He can’t lie to himself, he likes this girl.
“Oh! That’s right, Saeyoung signed up to be the DJ, right? I didn’t know he was into that. But I have to say, I’m curious as to what songs he’ll play! He’s always humming a song about someone named ‘Elly’ when I pass by him in the hallway…I’m not sure what genre he’s into.” She’s babbling, she knows she’s babbling, but she can’t help it. She wants to keep talking to him, even if it’s nonsense, she wants to keep being with Saeran.
Saeran chuckles, she’s cute when she babbles. “You can say my brother is in love with… I guess he’ll never be with the one he loves. But he can be persistent, who knows? Maybe he’ll be able to.”
MC is the only girl he feels comfortable enough to talk about his brother without calling him an idiot that much.
MC laughs. “Me too. Saeyoung is a nice guy, I hope he gets his Elly!” Her fingers tighten around her books again, nervous for what she’s about to ask him. “But about the dance…are you going?”
Please say yes, please say yes.
“I have to,” he sighs, “I was appointed equipment manager… are you going?”
“Ah…yes, I am!” MC exclaims excitedly, before nearly tripping over her own feet. She lurches forward before catching herself. Immediately, her face turns red and in a rush, she says, “I’m okay! I’m okay!!!”
“Are you sure?” He inspects her from head to toe.
“Yes!” MC replies, covering her face with one hand. “Oh God, I’m sorry, I’m not usually this clumsy.” But I can’t help it, I’m falling for you, both figuratively AND literally.
Seeing her reaction, he can’t help the smile finding his lips. A familiar voice catches his attention, Saeyoung is screaming his name so loud once again.
“Idiot.”
“I think I have to go before there’s a circus outside your classroom,” he walks away but after a few steps stops and turns his head to look at her, “I will see you later.” Saeyoung is running towards him with open arms but all he hugs is Saeran’s bag.
MC grins and gives him a small wave. “I’ll see you later, Saeran.” Seeing the Choi twins is always a treat, because despite how identical they look, their attitudes are so different. Saeyoung is fun and friendly, but MC can’t help staring after the younger twin, realizing that he just walked her to class. As he walks away though, her eyes widen and she slaps her forehead with her palm and groans.
Not again! I didn’t get to ask him to the dance!
~
“So did you ask her?” Saeyoung asks combing his hair.
“Ask what?”
“Ask MC to the dance! Or did she ask you? I think MC would, she’s a cool girl and…”
“Stop. There was no asking, hurry up or we’ll be late.”
Saeyoung pouts, he watches as his brother leaves the room. Looking in the mirror, Saeyoung finger guns his own reflection, “I got you, lil’ bro!”
~
The party has already started by the time MC gets there. She spots her friends immediately, they’re already dancing to the beats Saeyoung is playing through the speakers. MC smiles to herself when she remembers that messy conversation in the hallway with Saeran.
Her eyes are scanning the crowd for that flash of red hair, when she spots him standing near the DJ’s booth with a couple of guys. He’s dressed in black jeans, a gray tee under a black jacket –a simple look, but he pulls it off so well. She feels a blush creeping onto her face and MC shakes her head, getting herself to focus.
Should I ask him to dance…? But he’s with his friends…
MC shuffles nervously and decides not to; at the same time, her friends spot her and wave her over to join them on the dance floor. MC giggles and rushes over to her friends, hoping that after a few dances, she’ll have the courage to approach the red-haired guy she wanted to spend the evening with in the first place.
He’s listening to Saeyoung’s friend tell him all about his brother’s shenanigans during astronomy club hours. He laughs at the stories and agrees with them – his brother is a total goofball.
But his gaze keeps wandering around the room, for the moment he sees that smile, those eyes. What will he do when he finds them? He doesn’t know; for now, he just wants to see MC.
It doesn’t take long before he notices her, the red dress playing a beautiful contrast with her hair and skin. That’s it, he can’t take his eyes away from her. He stops listening to the boys and all his attention is focused on her.
She’s giggling as she watches her friends making silly dance moves, everyone just wanting to let loose and have fun after their exams. When MC moves her head, her curled hair moves with her and she laughs when one of her girlfriends takes off her shoes and starts jumping to the beat. Instinctively, she glances back near the DJ booth, where Saeran is standing. She’s been glancing at him every now and then, trying to catch the moment when he’d be alone, but this time, he’s looking at her.
MC inhales sharply as their eyes meet, her cheeks flushing as mint eyes gaze into her hazel ones. She can’t look away, her focus riveted on him. This makes her bump into one of her friends and MC reluctantly tears her gaze away from him to apologize to her friend.
Saeyoung notices his brother staring at the girl and smiles to himself. He leaves his spot and goes to his brother. Opening a water bottle, he wraps his arm around his brother’s shoulder.
“Ask her to dance?” Pointing his chin towards where MC stands.
Saeran looks at him, annoyed.
“What? I’m just trying to help you,” he says as he adjusts his headphones around his neck. “Listen, this is a dance. People are supposed to dance. MC looks really pretty. You’re not the only guy here, what if another guy asks her to dance?”
“She can dance with whoever she wants to,” he answers, looking at her.
“Can she?”
“Leave me alone.” He slaps his brother’s hand off his shoulder.
“Okay okay, don’t say I never did anything for you. How about your brother play one of your favorite songs?”
Saeyoung makes his way back to the booth and speaks into the microphone. “Alright, you party animals. Let’s change the beat a little, whaddaya say?!! This song in particular, I think should be shared with someone special. I wish I could be dancing with my beautiful Elly but I must suffer being apart from my true love. Buuuuuuuut if you have a special someone here I suggest you dance with them. I dedicate this song to the other love of my life, my baby brother~.”
Saeran is glaring at Saeyoung as the younger twin takes a sip from his drink.
What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
Saeran chokes when he hears the song, his mind quickly replays a moment the twins shared a few weeks ago when they were listening to music. Saeyoung caught him humming to this song and teased him about it for a few days.
Saeyoung laughs knowing very well what he’s done and what the song means to this brother. The older twin knows him too well not to notice how he stares at the girl. He loves his brother and loves the smiles this girl is capable of provoking from his baby twin.
The twins’ gazes connect and Saeyoung does that finger gun gesture, his fingers signaling Saeran to go get MC. Saeran looks in her direction, she stands alone, beautiful, so so beautiful.
‘Cause it’s you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
What people? Because when he looks at her, she is all he sees. His feet are moving on their own and he doesn’t want to think about it, because if he does he’ll never reach her. And for a moment he wants to grasp the possibility of being the reason for her smile.
All of the things that I want to say just aren’t coming out right
I’m tripping on words
You’ve got my head spinning
I don’t know where to go from here
He’s not standing by the booth anymore. MC starts to look around but everyone is moving, the dance floor too crowded. That mop of red hair is missing again. No, she can’t miss her chance to dance with him! Frantically, she looks around and stands on tiptoe, eyes scanning the crowd.
Her heart stops when she sees he’s making his way towards her. MC lands on her feet and starts moving, wanting to meet him halfway, wanting the chance to dance with him, to be with him before the song comes to an end.
'Cause it’s you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it’s you and me and all of the people
And I don’t know why, I can’t keep my eyes off of you
Those mint eyes are now in front of her, inches away from her and the room melts into the background, the crowd disappears and it’s just the two of them in the room. There’s no doubt in her mind and her heart that this guy, this guy in front of her, is the one she wants to be with tonight.
There’s something about you now
I can’t quite figure out
No, not just tonight –she wants more “accidental” brushes when they’re in class, more of those soft expressions he has when they’re studying the plants and identifying flowers, moments when he looks both vulnerable and beautiful. He can be closed off and awkward sometimes, and even sarcastic and rude to his brother, but MC can see how much the twins care for each other –and she can’t help but find him even more endearing and adorable because of that. But it’s more than those traits and quirks –it’s him, the entirety of him, that she’s in-love with. It’s Saeran, all of him, that she wants to get to know and cherish.
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right
'Cause it’s you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it’s you and me and all of the people
And I don’t know why, I can’t keep my eyes off of you
The girl is staring back at him, probably expecting something, is it the same thing he wants? But what if it’s not? What if she’s just being nice to him? No. MC is kind and sweet to everyone but when it comes to him he can’t ignore her blush or the way her eyes are always searching for his.
He breathes in and smiles at her, she smiles back. There is no need for words, he’ll take advantage of his brother’s words, dancing this song with someone special. He offers his hand to her, waiting for her reaction.
When he extends his hand, she can’t stop the fluttering in her chest, the light, bubbly feeling that leaves her feeling as though she’s walking on clouds. She imagined this moment ever since the dance was announced, and though she never had the courage to ask him to be her date, here he is, asking her to dance.
Shyly, she slips her hand into his, the feel of his rough hands not unpleasant…it feels nice. Good. His touch sends a thousand bolts of electricity through her body, her feelings ignited as they connect.
Her hand is soft and warm and all of his senses focus on her touch. He faces her, his hand slowly resting on the small of her back. MC places her hand on his shoulder and he pulls her a bit closer when she does. Her forehead resting on his chin and he catches the scent of her hair, his heart beating like never before. Her soft locks brush his skin and he closes his eyes, his fingers intertwine with hers. He doesn’t want to ruin this moment overthinking, trying to figure out all the things he wants to tell her.
This closeness, this warmth, he wants it. Not just for the duration of the song, he wants to keep MC close. He wants to hold her hand when they walk to class, he wants to be the one that tucks her hair behind her ear and catch her when she trips.
She wants this, not just for tonight, but everyday. Being able to watch him openly in class and asking about his day, knowing his thoughts. Taking care of flowers together and walking around campus…going on dates and making him smile the way he does when they’re together.
He knows the last chorus is about to play, he brings her even closer. Her smaller frame flushed against his chest. She feels his heartbeat and closes her eyes, knowing their hearts are beating to the same melody.
“MC, I…” No no that’s not how he should start… what to say?
“I like you, Saeran!” No…I might scare him off. How do I tell him…?
And me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it’s you and me and all of the people
He breaks the embrace, still holding her hand gently he twirls her around. When MC faces him again he brings her close to him again but this time his hands rest on her cheeks.
She immediately feels her face grow hot at his touch, but her eyes are fixed on his. MC is all too aware of how close they are, his scent filling her senses, his warm breath against her face. How is it that he can take her breath away and yet make her feel so alive?
“MC, I…”
And I don’t know why, I can’t keep my eyes off of you
“Can’t look away from you.” Not that he wants to, he can’t rip his gaze away from her beautiful face, her sparkling eyes, the blush on her cheeks and those pretty pink lips.
“Then don’t look away, Saeran,” MC whispers, her fingers lightly touching his jaw, sliding up his cheek. “I don’t…I don’t ever want to look away from you too. I can’t. It’s you, Saeran. It’s you I want to keep looking at everyday, every chance I can.”
What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
If there was ever a moment to be brave this is it.
Saeyoung notices the moment and quickly plays another song trying to keep everyone in their own world and he prays that the one his brother has found will make him happy. He smiles and looks away from Saeran. You can do this, Saeran.
Her words are a confirmation and before his mind analyzes the moment, every thought is replaced with sparks. Her lips are soft and warm, it’s just a delicate brush but it’s enough to ignite a need he never knew he had. He opens his eyes and looks at her.
When he brushes his lips against hers, it’s as though everything is right. Her hand on his shoulder tightens its grip and MC stops breathing, her entire being focused on where he’s touching her. A sweet kiss, an intimate kiss with the person she likes…loves. The feelings inside her are a mess, and all rational thought flies out the window. MC opens her eyes and sees him staring back at her…those beautiful mint eyes that she could lose herself in.
“I won’t because I like you, MC… maybe more than like but I don’t know how this works. Would you be willing to show me how? Learn with me?” He can feel the heat painting his ears and spreading across his face. He swallows and hopes he didn’t miss his chance.
She feels a grin breaking through her face automatically, his words making her happy. MC strokes his warm cheek with her hand and nods, shyly at first, before nodding more enthusiastically. “Yes, Saeran, yes. I…I like you too, I do. I want to learn with you and have new experiences with you…I want to be with you, Saeran. More than anything…I want to be with you.”
“Thank you,” he smiles, “I feel like I can do this if it’s you.”
The loud clapping replaces the song playing and Saeran turns to his brother who is giving him a thumbs up.
MC laughs and he laughs with her. The songs keep on playing and he holds his girl in his arms even a little after the dance is done. There are many more melodies he wants to show her and dance with her, in exchange all he asks for is the melody of her voice.
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This one-shot was written during a short period we shared in an RP (Another Story Centered) as a story mode.
Some background!
606 is 707′s bad ending MC. After being in a car accident with Seven, 606 is taken to Magenta. Reset happened before the two were able to reunite and the lovers never meet again until...
A new game starts and Seven ends up in Mint Eye. He’s trying to save his brother when Mr Ray is deemed MIA from the messenger and a mysterious assistant pops up. He chats in the messenger with the assistant and they agree to meet...
Hope you guys enjoy the story under the cut!
Believer A707: Thank you Believer A606......Can I ask you something?
Believer A606: Okay...
Believer A707: Why are you here? In Mint Eye.
Believer A606: Because... I made the wrong choices... but don't matter now... I got a restart here.
Believer A707: Lololol Restart, huh? Hahaha...I wish the game would restart right now Hahahahahaha...But...wrong choices...you're not here because of your own will...? Is that what you mean?
Believer A606: I mean this is the result of the choices I made, I'm here now.
Believer A707:...This place...I don't think...Happiness can be found...Hahaha, Can you really be happy here?
Believer A606: Of course you can... A707 I think you need help. I don't think you are feeling okay
Believer A707: Hahahahaha. You're right. I don't know what to feel. Right now I need to see the Savior
Believer A606: No, you can't see the Savior like this, you'll make her sad.
Believer A707: Hahaha Sad? I think...She'll be happy to see me! Surprised but happy...
Believer A606: I guess... She loves all the Believers... but your attitude is not ideal right now. You'll get in trouble maybe even...
Believer A707: Maybe even...?
Believer A606: Be sent away to retreatment...Do you want that?
Believer A707: Hahahaha I only want one thing right now… happiness ...But not for me...Was Mr Ray sent to retreatment?
Believer A606: I cannot say that, I don't know, A707, we will get in trouble if we keep talking about this here.
Believer A707: ...You're right, I should go.
Believer A606: I think you need help... come to my office... not Mr Ray's. The code for the door is space_station, but I have to go now.
Believer A707: Thank you.
Believer A606: See you soon.
Believer A707: Yes Hahaha
Believer A606 has left the chatroom
Believer A707: ... Please… Be safe...
Believer A707 has left the chatroom
Space_station.
Seven stares at the log, at the words written on the screen. And the fact that this new Believer...this girl…
606.
Everything feels so complicated. It feels like pieces of the puzzle are falling into place. But it’s all wrong. She shouldn’t be in this reset.
And where is his brother…?
Seven closes his laptop and hides it in a loose floorboard, before covering it with the carpet. A cliche hiding place, but he doesn’t really think the Believers would check there. Besides...it’s wired to self-destruct if it recognizes a face other than his.
The red-head pulls his hood over his face and starts making his way towards her office, 606’s. He doesn’t know what to expect, this is an entirely different game… But he’s ready to play it.
And this time, he wants a good ending.
She logs out of the chat and her mind starts to wander… back to days where she just like now talked to someone who made her smile.
A606 touches her lips, the pad of her thumb running over the smile on her mouth.
For a moment she forgets all her duties, all the things she has to do and the shoes she has to fill in. A wave of responsibilities was thrown to her for being his assistant… where the hell is he? He is supposed to be with the Savior but knowing her and knowing what really lies under the sweet smile of the blonde A606 is worried.
She hears the footsteps outside the door and closes her laptop.
Now or never.
The red-head raps his knuckles against the door twice, blinking to make sure his contacts are in place. When he hears her voice, telling him to enter, his heart skips a beat. Turning the handle, he goes in…
And is met with her.
A606.
MC.
In the previous reset, he had lost her...and now. Now she’s here, with mint streaks in her hair. Those eyes, those lips...the same ones he gazed into, the same ones he…
No... don't think about it. You can’t, Luciel.
Her amethyst eyes are met with golden ones and her breath gets stuck in her throat. He’s like a mirage, from a story she remembers, a story that plays every so often in her head.
She swallows trying to find her voice, “A707?”
“Yep. That’s me. A707.” Seven answers, offering her a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re...606.”
“Yes…” She is frozen in place, trying to figure out if this is reality or the effect of the drink she had minutes before he arrived. She feels her fingers twitching but does her best to look normal. “Thank you for coming here, I got worried when I talked to you earlier.”
You have no reason to worry, is what he wanted to say. But he can’t get those words out. Because he’s worried too. Worried...about her. Seeing her like this, her fingers twitching like that. It does nothing to calm his already jumbled mind.
“I should be the one thanking you, A606. For inviting me here.”
For giving me a few pieces of the puzzle.
He should be angry. Seven should be angry that whoever is preparing this sick game brought her here, to this hellish place. But at the same time...she’s here. She’s here and she’s right in front of him.
I can save you.
His voice weaves a feeling in her chest, one she had long forgotten… or wish she had.
This feeling only brings doubts to the truth of the salvation she found. She is a new person, the one who loved and smiled, that girl no longer exists… that girl doesn’t deserve her past or the people in it, this new girl doesn’t deserve him.
“I just want to avoid trouble, A707, I don’t want you to do something that will bring that trouble to me.”
I don’t want you to be in danger…
“Oh, trust me, I won’t do anything to put you in danger.”
I lost you once, I’m not losing you again.
“But tell me...A606. Are you in any sort of danger?”
She can’t withstand his gaze so she looks away and removes the big black robe covering her small frame and places it on the chair.
“Danger? Of course not… if anything it would be getting fired.” Her lips curl up just a tad.
There is a scrunchie around her wrist, she uses it to hold her hair into a ponytail. It’s not until she is done fixing her hair that she realizes what she is doing… being too normal, too familiar… too intimate.
But what’s done is done, she sits on the chair and looks up at him.
“So, A707, are you doubting our faith?”
Everything feels too familiar. It’s too soon, the reset has barely sink in...God. Seven takes a deep breath and focuses his eyes on her face.
“Our faith...what is it you believe in, A606?”
Why are you HERE? In Mint Eye!
His question feels like a protest.
“I believe in Magenta of course, in our Savior. In the idea that everyone can be happy here. That no matter what you did before, you get to be happy here.”
This is a second chance…. You don’t belong in this one, though.
“But, A707, why are you here?... I mean since it seems you are not sure about your faith.”
Seven stares at her, trying to decode the meaning behind her words. He wonders if she remembers...but no. It doesn’t usually work that way. MC always forgets, always forget him.
But he never forgets about her.
Her words though…’no matter what you did before, you get to be happy here.’
Could she actually…?
“Oh,” he says out loud, clearing his throat as he grins at her. “I’m here because I want to offer salvation...to someone precious to me. Though now it seems that I get to save more than one person.”
He wants to say more, to tell her the truth, but that’s not how it works...if he reveals anything, A606, the other guests, the RFA...Saeran. All of them will be put through the horrible process of reset again. And he doesn’t want that, not when the game is still in progress; it hurts more when it’s cut so suddenly.
“How did you meet the Savior?”
“Salvation… well, you’re in the right place.” She smiles and her fingers fidget on her lap. “I met her when I came here… Mr Ray is the one who brought me to Magenta. I owe him who I am now.”
She wants to ask, curiosity starts to go off… she wants to ask if he remembers and if they’ve met before.
“Listen, A707…” She looks at him, “you… I… I’ll help you. If you want to save someone. I will help.”
Help me save you.
If there’s anyone he wants to save...It’s Saeran...and it’s her. His 606. The woman he wanted to take to the space station.
“Thank you...that’s really kind of you, 606.” Seven gives her a chuckle. “But I really think you should keep yourself safe too. Don’t worry, I’ll do everything I can to help you too.”
To keep you safe. Make sure Rika doesn’t suspect you...Make sure his brother doesn’t make her his next target.
That’s right. He’ll delete their logs. Saeran can’t see his conversations with MC, or he’ll know...and Seven can’t afford to lose either of them.
“You don’t have to worry about me, A707. I worry about you, the way you speak… it could bring danger to you…” She should take back her words.
“I mean, you should be more careful on the way you act…” She focuses her eyes on her trembling fingers. “I don’t think I’m being a good believer right now… maybe I need a session with the Savior too.”
He can’t help it. Seven kneels in front of the woman and takes her hands in his, grasping them tightly. He keeps his head bowed, his face hidden so she doesn’t see how much this is hurting him, how seeing her like this is painful for him.
“You don’t, 606...you don’t.”
He closes his eyes. Why does this keep happening to him..? People around him always get hurt. He runs his thumb across her skin, feeling her trembling hands underneath his touch.
“I’ll help you, okay? Please wait for me...I’ll help you, 606. Don’t...don’t go to her. Please.”
His touch makes the trembling worst, her heart drums in her chest so fast she can feel it trying to jump out.
“W-what are you doing?” She moves her hands but can’t bring herself to free them from his grasp. “A707 this is… you shouldn’t…”
He lets go of her, getting to his feet. There’s a slight tint to her cheeks, and it takes all his willpower not to tease her about it. Just like before, MC.
“I’m sorry, 606. Hehe, I was being rude~”
He puts another fake smile on his face. Playing the part of the goofy hacker again. She’s blushing but...maybe she doesn’t remember. How could she?
“I hope you don’t see the Savior just yet though...I really want to go with you when you do.”
She raises an eyebrow recognizing the happy mask he puts on.
“Yeah, it’s alright, I don’t think I can see her now. She’s busy with the party preparations. But if I do I won’t take you with me. Not when you’re acting so weird.”
Seven laughs at that. Weird.
Once before, they were ‘weird’ together.
She opens her laptop and clicks on the file. She stands and walks to where the printer is.
“Here is the schedule, keep it safe, A707.” She hands him a couple of papers. “... and whatever is that you need them for… keep me out of it.”
Seven takes the papers from her, careful not to brush his fingers against hers again. The desire to touch her is too strong, and it’s never easy for him to keep pretending like he doesn’t care about her. He shoves the papers in his robes, then looks at her again.
“Thank you, 606. I always knew I could count on you.”
He wants to say more...God. He can’t. He mustn’t. All he can do now is watch over her from afar, keep her safe as best he could under the circumstances. Seven turns and heads for the door, opening it a little. But before he leaves, he shoots her another glance. A smile.
“And 606…”
“I would love to go to the space station with you someday.”
The redhead steps out. Closes the door behind him. And silently walks back to his hideout, his heart even heavier than before he walked into the room. He only hopes...that this time, the game would let him save both of them.
She doesn’t know if she should laugh or cry… the emotions swirl in her chest.
She walks to the door and presses her forehead on the cold surface. Her eyes are closed but she can see the blinking lights of the computers.
“... 606 is not my name… do you remember..?”
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Vanderwood: Happy birthday, baby. Remember the very first time we met? Haha...that strawberry cake you were baking 😏 Never got to take a bite of it, but the cake tasted delicious on your lips.
Hmm...
Wanna remind me how it tasted? 😏 Hahaha. Baby, thank you for shining your light on me...thank you for breathing air into me. You'll always be the brightest star in my sky. I love you, Izabella Mun. Now...gimme a kiss, birthday girl ❤
Izabella lets out a surprised giggle. "But my hands are wet!"
"I don't mind, Bella. You cooked a meal for us...let me at least make up for it."
"Then you may," she wipes her hands on her shorts and walks to him, his hand wraps around hers and the other rests on the small of her back. He moves his feet and she follows his lead. She smiles at him when she notices the blush on his cheeks, and in all honesty, she is impressed with his dancing skills.
They dance and spin to the slow-paced rhythm inside the kitchen between the stove and the fridge. She loves it so much she could cry, there inside the arms of the man she adores. If time could stop, she wouldn't mind it at all.
His lips curl up into a smirk and heat runs over her face, "you are so beautiful, Bella."
"And you are so handsome," she replies resting her head on his chest.
Vanderwood gently sways from side to side, holding her close. For a moment, everything disappears. It's just the two of them, two people in love, their hearts beating to the melody, beating for each other.
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Check out Vandybella’s Mistleplant Mistletoe Kiss under the cut!!!
Vanderwood: Baby
Izabella: Hey, Baby ❤
Vanderwood: Haha
Hey
Did I tell you
You look fucking hot in that dress?
Izabella: Hahaha
Oh! Thank you... I have to look my best for my handsome boyfriend!
Vanderwood: Hahaha Bella, you can wear anything and you'd still be the most beautiful woman in the room.
Izabella: You're gonna make me blush.
Vanderwood: Hahaha
You know I like it when you blush
Izabella: 🙈 I only blush for you.
Baby, thank you... thank you for wanting to spend this time with me. Everything is wonderful!
Vanderwood: Haha Bella...
Of course
I uh...always spent Christmas in some fucking hellhole or at the agency or alone in my safe house.
Being here with you now
Ha
This is the greatest fucking Christmas gift I've ever received
Izabella: Then I hope you are ready!
I'm planning on spending Christmas with you from now on... just kidding!
Vanderwood: I
I would actually
Really like that, Bella
Izabella: Ah... I mean, not only Christmas but... everyday! Hahaha!
Vanderwood: Ha
Fuck yeah
I want to spend everyday with you, Izabella
From now until the day we die
Haha maybe even after 😏
Izabella: I'd love that because I love you. You know how they say a bright star appeared on the sky, the one who guided the ones who were lost? I believe you are my star. I cannot look away from you , I don't want to look away from you.
Vanderwood: ...You're the only one who could ever see a rock as a star. Bella, I love you so much. You're my star too...the brightest star. Don't ever look away, baby. Stay with me every day, every night. Keep shining, baby...because you're the one who guides me home.
Izabella: Baby ❤ you are home.
I love you.
I do.
Vanderwood: I fucking love you. Haha, you know I do.
Izabella: Eh? Did you hang this mistletoe?
Are you trying to kiss me? 😉
Vanderwood: What?
You mean the plant thing that's sticking out of the ceiling?
Izabella: Hahaha!
Yes, the plant! Baby, you are too cute.
Hahaha!
Vanderwood: Uh
Baby, I always wanna kiss you
But I don't understand what the mistleplant has to do with it.
Izabella: Oh my god! Haha!!!
Well... I think you will like this one.
Vanderwood: Oh? Haha why? What's fucking special about it?
Izabella: It's tradition that if a couple stands under a mistletoe they must share a kiss 😙
Vanderwood: 😏 Ha
Well c'mere, baby
Can't fucking disrespect tradition now, can we? 😏
Izabella: Hahaha
We can't! 😘
Vanderwood: Don't worry.
I'm keeping it kid-friendly haha
Izabella: 😔 you are..?
Vanderwood: Ha
Well
Now I'm having second thoughts
Izabella: Hahaha! Kiss me under the mistleplant! I love you 😚
Vanderwood: 😏 Gladly, Bella.
I love you, baby
I'll always love you
Izabella: Forever and a day ❤
Vanderwood: 😏 Ha
Fuck yeah
Now
Come here and get your early Christmas gift 😏
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"Lolol what's this? Bella, why did you ask for this? Haha but you look good, baby 😏 Thank you, lady...uh, @niue7777 This is fucking awesome. I need to figure out how to change it to my wallpaper ;;; Bella, can you help? ;;;;" --VANDERWOOD ( @reifromrfa )
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This story...I really like it. I hope you like it too?
;;;; This is fucking weird, I’m not doing this. Bella, you’re doing the next one.
- Vanderwood
May 26, 2018 | 22:25
Izabella
Izabella walks through the busy kitchen, where noise and the sizzling sound of food being prepared fills the air. Her goal is the kitchen on the back, where she has to finish icing the strawberry cake, taking the opportunity to get some much-needed peace, sure catering is good for the business but she is already tired of standing around the whole afternoon.
She takes the cake out of the box and spreads the white icing over it, humming her favorite song she almost feels back in her own kitchen, she eats one of the strawberries before placing them on the cake, one strawberry to be sure... maybe two just in case.
The sound of the door being opened catches her attention, a man that looks like one of the staff members stands by the door. But, he looks in a hurry and suspicious... Izabella furrows her eyebrows.
"Who are you?" She asks him but he doesn't answer. He walks into the room and closes the door. "Are you a waiter? Because this is not where you are supposed to be," she asks again this time a little annoyed because he keeps on walking towards her not answering back.
He is too close... dangerously close.
Izabella drops the strawberry in her hand on the table, her instincts are telling her to prepare for impact because he is coming her way and she can feel he is not planning on stopping. His brown eyes completely focused on her. The two seconds her eyes run over him are enough to notice how handsome he is... Godammit, Izabella it's not the time for that.
"W-wait," she yelps when without a warning the man wraps his hand around her waist. "Lady," he tells her pulling her closer to his body, "some guys are after me, I would really love it if you could play along."
Play along, what does he mean? she has no time to think because his lips are almost over hers "I promise it'll be worth your while."
For a second she is not moving, his mouth his pressing on hers and as much as she wants to fight and push him away she can't. The slow sensual movement of his lips calls out to her own to move and respond to his. And she is glad she does, a line of heat runs across her face.
Her hands move on their own to his arms, up to his biceps, damn, until they are around the stranger's neck. She finally closes her eyes and focuses on the sensation of his lips and hold.
He kisses her passionately and god he is so good. His lips are full and sweet and when she gasps she lets him fill her mouth with his tongue.
She hears the door open and tenses up, but the wet muscle sliding along her lower lip makes her shudder and forget where she is and god knows who she is kissing. She hears whoever open the door say something but she can't comprehend. She just wants more of the man kissing her.
Would it be that bad to let him take her there?... wait, what?
No time to think straight... She runs one of her hands up to tangle with his hair, he breathes sharply and she can't help feeling the warmth already building in her. She moans into the kiss and he turns around placing her against the wall. His strong body presses on her, her tongue tangle with his and she loses all rationality.
Izabella doesn't know how long she stays there kissing the stranger. Their breathing becomes rushed, needy, and she feels him closer than before. His heat wrapping around her and she won't try to stop him now, not that she was trying at all...
A beeping sound makes him stop the kiss and pull away from her... what? both of them are panting looking at each other.
"Thank you," he says and completely moves away from her, he fixes his clothes, before walking away he winks at her and gives her a small salute.
When he walks out of the room Izabella remains pressing against the wall, trying to catch her breath...
What the hell just happened?
May 26, 2018 | 22:36
Vanderwood
Vanderwood quickly slips through a door and takes off his coat, pressing a hidden button on the inner lining that automatically shrunk the coat into a handkerchief. He slides off the rubber band from his hair and allows it to fall onto his shoulders just as he pushes open another door and enters a busy kitchen. Chefs are preparing entrees while waiters filtered in and out of the room.
Vanderwood tries to blend in, but the moment he sees guards enter the kitchen, he does an about face and pulls up the layout of the building in his head.
All the exits are covered by guards though. Goddammit. Left with no choice, he strides into the farthest kitchen, mentally preparing himself for the fight that will ensue if the guards find him.
But when he enters, he hears someone moving about in the kitchen. She's humming too.
She stops as soon as she notices him though. His first thought?
I would ask her out if I weren't about to be swarmed by angry thugs. Damn.
But he could hear the guards asking the staff if they had seen a sketchy man, and Vanderwood makes up his mind.
"Who are you?" the woman asks, looking at him with a strawberry in her hands. A cake lay on the table in front of her and he assumes she's the patissier. Unfortunately the secret agent doesn't have time for questions.
He goes into the room and closes the door behind him, eyes focused on the brown-haired woman who's asking him if he's part of the wait staff. Vanderwood can hear raised voices outside.
"W-wait!" the woman suddenly says as he takes the spot next to her and wraps an arm around her waist.
"Lady," he murmurs, pulling her closer to him. "Some guys are after me, I would really love it if you could play along."
She inhales sharply as he leans close to her, lips a breath away. The corner of his lips curl up slightly.
"I promise it'll be worth your while," he breathes before crashing his lips against hers, one hand cupping her cheek, holding her head in place in case she tries to blow his cover.
Vanderwood kisses her with a passion --a passion to stay alive. At first, the woman is stunned; her gray eyes are wide, hands frozen at her sides. But he moved his lips sensually, encouraging response from her until he feels her soft lips moving against his and a tingle runs down his spine.
Well damn.
The woman tentatively runs her hands along his arms, his biceps, until she wraps them around the back of his neck.
She closes those pretty eyes and he begins kissing her passionately, his kisses growing more heated. A breathy gasp escapes her lips and he takes advantage of it by slipping his tongue inside her, exploring her mouth.
At that moment, the door swings open and he feels the woman's shoulders tense, but he closes his eyes and trails his tongue along her inner lip, earning a shudder from the woman.
"Uh, boss, not here!" the embarrassed goon calls out, watching the two wait staff making out like a couple of horny teenagers. The woman lets out a moan and the goon feels himself getting hard. He exits the room in a hurry, face slightly red.
Vanderwood doesn't even notice the man leaving.
When the woman moans, he feels himself getting aroused, and he turns her to the wall and places her against it. Their tongues intertwine, and he presses his body against hers.
Fuck. She tastes so good.
Their heavy breathing fills the room and just as he's about to lose himself, Vanderwood hears his watch beeping.
The mission. Fuck.
Reluctantly, Vanderwood pulls away, panting. The woman is watching him, her chest rising and falling.
"Thank you," he says in a low voice, forcing himself to focus, to get back in action. But Vanderwood smiles as he rearranges his bow tie, smoothing out his polo. He winks, then gives her a small salute before rushing out of the room, thoughts of his escape route coming back to him.
Still, the kiss lingers in the back of his head and on his lips.
That was a hell of a fucking distraction. Ha.
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Fix You: A Vandybella Fic
Izabella
If she could stay like that forever she sure would; next to the man she loves. Izabella lays on her side watching as her lover calmly breathes, she brushes his disheveled brown hair and kisses him on the cheek before snuggling her face on his arm where she drifts into the land of dreams.
She doesn't know how long she's been sleeping but she is startled by the sudden fidgeting of his body. She sits up quickly and worry fills her heart. He is mumbling. She removes the hair sticking to his forehead and she notices the cold sweat.
Nightmare.
"Wake up," she tells him but he doesn't react to her voice, his breathing becomes sharper, his fists are closed tight and his body tenses up. Izabella feels so powerless because whatever is going on inside his dream, she can't help him.
"Please, wake up," she holds his shoulders and shakes his body but she fails once again...
Vanderwood
There are screams all around him. He's running. Running endlessly through the cold rooms of the rapidly sinking ship. His steps make sloshing sounds around him as sea-water filters in, the flood rising with each passing minute. In his right hand is a loaded pistol, in his left, the keycard that would open the door to the lower deck. His brown hair is tied in a ponytail but loose strands are plastered to his face, sweat beading his forehead despite the low temperature in the cabin.
A man dashes out of the room in front of him, holding a 9mm with a silencer. Vanderwood quickens his pace and as the man turns to him, he raises his gun and fires a shot right through the man’s forehead. The man falls to the ground, his blood quickly spreading through the waters. The secret agent leaps over his dead body and continues running.
There’s a loud metallic clang as a bullet zooms in front of him and hits an air pipe and Vanderwood ducks, whirling around and seeing another man rushing towards him with a gun in hand. He raises his gun but when he pulls the trigger, he’s met with the sound of an empty magazine. The man takes aim but the ship suddenly jerks to the right, sending him and Vanderwood crashing against the wall. Vanderwood shakes off the soreness in his arm and dashes forward, hurling a punch at the man’s face followed immediately with a swift kick to the ribs. The man wheezes and Vanderwood takes the opportunity to grab his gun and point it to his face. He pulls the trigger without blinking, the man’s blood splattering against his arm and uniform.
As the man falls to the ground, Vanderwood spots a little boy standing still, brown eyes fixed on him, short brow hair a mess. The secret agent pales.
Are you proud of who you’ve become, Agent Vanderwood?
He finally reaches the door that’ll lead him out, and he hastily taps the card through the panel, earning him a beeping green light. The door swings open and Vanderwood climbs out of the cabin and onto the deck, where he sees civilians screaming and panicking, throwing on life vests and hugging each other as the ship begins its descent into the sea.
Get the fuck to the lifeboats!
He grits his teeth as he hesitates, his fucking emotions battling over agency protocols. He should leave. His mission is done. Kill the drug cartel aboard this ship. No interaction with civilians.
“Help, please!”
He turns to the cry and sees a woman trying desperately to lift a box off a man’s leg, the man’s face etched with pain.
Fuck it.
Vanderwood rushes to the couple and asks the woman to stand back. With a soft grunt he manages to lift the box as the man crawls back, freeing his leg. The little boy stands next to the woman and regards him with a small smile.
Go away…you don’t fucking belong here.
Neither do you.
Vanderwood drops the heavy crate and just as he sees the woman open her mouth, he feels a hand on his shoulder. He’s forced to turn around and meet the fist of a large burly man, his jaw throbbing. The woman screams as Vanderwood falls to the deck, his head spinning.
“Not so tough now, are you?”
There’s a forceful kick to his stomach and the secret agent coughs, blood splattering to the deck.
Get up. All these people are going to die if you don’t help them.
Kid, I’m trying. I’m trying.
Vanderwood reaches up and grips the ship’s handrails, one hand clutching the side of his stomach. He hears another scream but before he has a chance to recover, he’s falling. Falling against the side of the ship, watching as the big burly man sneers at him from the deck. His broken body hits the icy cold water.
There are screams all around him, dead bodies floating in the water. Vanderwood struggles to swim for the surface, to go back aboard the ship. But as he swims up, he sees an explosion of blazing orange flames above him.
The bombs.
But I already disarmed them…how—?
More muffled screams. More bodies dropping into the water. Some with burns, some already charred.
No. It isn’t supposed to be like this. The civilians…they didn’t fucking deserve this.
He keeps swimming up, his lungs already burning, crying for air. Until he sees the little kid, swimming towards him.
No. Leave me the fuck alone.
But don’t you see? We’re already alone. Look around you, Vanderwood. Everyone…is dead. You said you took this job so you could help others. Save people. But all I see is death. This isn’t you…this isn’t us. I don’t even know who you are anymore.
The little boy reaches out and touches Vanderwood’s face and Vanderwood feels a sharp pain in his chest as he stares at his past self. An innocent boy with a normal family. A normal life. None of this secret agent bullshit. He just fucking wanted to be normal.
To be happy.
The little boy gives him a small smile.
You can still be happy, Vanderwood…It’s not too late…
The little boy lets go of him then starts to sink into the dark abyss, small bubbles rising up as his breath is depleted.
No. No! Let me save you!
Vanderwood swims down desperately, his body already fighting to remain conscious, to remain alive. But no. No more deaths. He can’t let the boy die. Not again.
Go back, Vanderwood. It’s too late for me. Go back…go home. And save yourself…save us...Minjun.
With a gasp, the secret agent jolts into a sitting position, his eyes wide, his entire body drenched in sweat. Gone are the cries for help, the physical pain in his body, the vast ocean. No —he’s back in his room, and he’s on his bed. Vanderwood feels a small hand on his back and he tenses.
Izabella
As soon as he wakes up she wipes away the tears from her eyes, one hand presses on his back and the other one finds one of his hands. He's still shaking, trying to make sense of where he is. She wants to cry once more looking at his face, the face of a child, one that's alone and scared, she knows the expression very well.
"Baby," her voice as soft as she can manage, praying he doesn't notice her concern, Vanderwood blinks a couple of times before looking at her and she gives him a smile. She cups his face, her thumbs drawing circles over his cheeks.
He holds her wrists, "Bella..." there is a hint of hesitation on his voice.
"Yes, Baby, I am here with you," she feels him shaking again and her heart twists painfully.
"Bella," he whispers because her name is his lifeline, tears pool his eyes and when he blinks the droplets run down his face.
She presses her forehead on his, he never lets go of his hold on her, "You are safe, you are with me and I am with you, you are safe..."
He hugs her burying his face on her chest muffling his crying. It was a nightmare. It isn't too late, there is still hope, there is still a chance to be happy, to save the little boy and himself. She wraps her arms around his neck, remaining like that until his breathing returns to normal.
"Minjun?" He hums in response, "Baby, I cannot be there inside your dreams, but I am here in the real world waiting for you... promise me that you will think of us, of how happy you make me, of how you save me every day."
He looks at her wondering if it's true and she is really not aware of what happens in his nightmares, "Bella, I love you."
"I love you too," she pecks his lips.
They lay down facing each other, she runs her fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes. He relaxes feeling her touch, listening to her breathing, knowing the light that she brings to his life is greater than the shadows of the past. So, he drifts again and this time it's not the haunting nightmares, but hopes of the future that meet him in the land of dreams.
Izabella doesn't sleep that night, like many others, she remains awake watching over his sleep. She smiles to herself thinking that in the morning she will have proof that this time around instead of taking a life... he is responsible for a new one.
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Of Food And Dancing : A Vandybella fic
Vanderwood walks around the house, tying his hair up into a ponytail. He can't believe he fell asleep. It's a beautiful fucking Sunday and he knows he was supposed to take Izabella out for lunch. But the last mission he was on took a toll on him and he couldn't sleep again the night before. Of course his loving girlfriend wouldn't wake him...but he still felt bad, knowing he missed an opportunity to spoil her.
The secret agent hears music coming from the kitchen and he grimaces -she's cooking him a meal. Shit, he really screwed up.
Vanderwood walks up to the kitchen, seeing the door open. Then he stops and takes in the scene before him. Izabella has her back to him, her hair up in a messy bun as she stirs the pot. Her body is swaying slightly as she hums to the tune from the radio.
Vanderwood leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms and watching his beautiful girlfriend. He could get used to this. Coming home to her...coming home. He's never dreamed he would ever settle down. But now, with Izabella in his life, he's considering it.
Izabella stirs the pot smiling thinking of her boyfriend who is still probably sleeping and is going to panic when he wakes up and looks at the time. But she couldn't bring herself to wake him, not when she knew how drained missions left him.
She was grateful that he made it back, every time. She is not disappointed at him for sleeping in, she would give anything to have him there soundly asleep than him being out working for the agency. She would take this kind of day anytime. Izabella glances at dirty dishes, the cups from the night before, the cutting board and the knife she just used. She lowers the temperature of the stove and steps in front of the sink, a small sway on her hips.
Vanderwood rolls up his sleeves and walks forward. She still hasn't noticed his presence. Izabella starts washing the dishes and Vanderwood steps behind her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and laying his hands on top of hers. Izabella gasps and Vanderwood chuckles, brushing his lips on the side of her head.
"Baby, why didn't you wake me?"
"Good morning," she turns her head and grins at him, "how could I when you look like that?"
"Like what?" He asks raising an eyebrow.
"Like a cute pouting baby," Izabella giggles.
"I do not look like that and I never pout," Vanderwood says pouting.
She tiptoes and leaves a butterfly kiss on his chin and then returns to her task, "and I am already cooking."
"But I promised I was taking you out for lunch today."
"And you know I love cooking for you, so there is nothing to argue about."
"Hmph."
Vanderwood knows he doesn't pout. It's ridiculous. Men like him don't pout.
....but if it gets him kisses...
Vanderwood plants another kiss on her head and he pulls away, wiping his hands on the towel. He can feel Izabella's eyes regarding him and to be honest, he has no fucking idea why he's doing this. But he figured...she deserves a memorable date nonetheless.
Vanderwood turns up the radio, the soft crooning of a male voice filling the small room. He can feel his face warming but he swallows and turns back around, extending a hand towards Izabella. Placing his other hand on his chest over his heart, he gives her a slight bow.
"May I have this dance, Izabella Mun?"
Izabella lets out a surprised giggle."But my hands are wet!"
"I don't mind, Bella. You cooked a meal for us...let me at least make up for it."
"Then you may," she wipes her hands on her shorts and walks to him, his hand wraps around hers and the other rests on the small of her back. He moves his feet and she follows his lead. She smiles at him when she notices the blush on his cheeks, and in all honesty, she is impressed with his dancing skills.
They dance and spin to the slow-paced rhythm, inside the kitchen between the stove and the fridge. She loves it so much she could cry, there inside the arms of the man she adores. If time could stop, she wouldn't mind it at all.
His lips curl up into a smirk and heat runs over her face, "you are so beautiful, Bella."
"And you are so handsome," she replies resting her head on his chest.
Vanderwood gently sways from side to side, holding her close. For a moment, everything disappears. It's just the two of them, two people in love, their hearts beating to the melody, beating for each other.
Then the moment is shattered by the pot overflowing.
"Oh, fuck!" Vanderwood curses, letting go of Izabella and reaching for the pot.
Izabella watches as he removes the lid and stirs the contents of the pot. Her heart flutters, this is it, what she dreams of doing the rest of her life; to be with him, to be able to enjoy the simple things, the ones others give for granted. She wants to spend her days doing nothing and everything, to cook and dance, to wash dishes and laugh, to do laundry and kiss.
Every moment as tiny as it may be she cherishes and saves as precious memories, these flicker like stars on the dark nights he is gone. She wishes that these same stars guide him back to her, back home.
Vanderwood turns off the stove and glances at his girlfriend who is giving him a longingly look, he chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, "food is ready!"
She walks up to him, "thank you."
"Well, I had to save your delicious food."
Izabella shakes her head, "not that," she wraps her hands around his neck, "for making me happy, I love you."
He inhales sharply, "Bella..."
"I know," she tiptoes and he meets her lips halfway, his arms surround her waist.
They share a tender kiss, "I love you too," he says over her lips and she smiles before resuming the moment.
"The food," Izabella speaks between gasps.
"Food can wait," he says lifting her so she can sit on the counter, "I can't."
Izabella giggles and he smirks. They make up for lost time, they catch up on kisses and embraces. Out of the most simple things they create the greatest memories, the stars that guide them home to each other.
Habits: People-watching. Tends to organize everything, even when not asked to. Fidgets with her fingers if she is nervous/anxious
Ambition: Be able to stand by herself.
Greatest fear: To be left behind. The dark.
Takes her time with people, she tends to feel guilty because she wants to trust them. When she finally does she is loyal and will give her life for them.
A car crash took the lives of her parents when she was seven. She inherited her parent's cafe: The Broken Cup.
Father was an accountant
Mother was a teacher.
When her parents passed she lived with her maternal grandparents, until she was old enough to live by herself. They moved back to the country when she was able to carry the responsibilities of working and owning the cafe.
Her Uncle (Mom's Brother) helps her run the cafe.
Izabella believes love is a feeling far from her reach, she was betrayed by the person who was supposed to love her. In all honesty, love stories are only that, stories.
She constantly visits her parents and up till this day she cries like the first time. Won't say it out loud but there is anger in her heart, towards the life she was given; the one where her parents are taken away. She prays for happiness, deep down doubting she deserves it.
THANK YOU SO MUCH for reading about our lovely lady.
Come with us and get to know her better, the adventures with her friends and the crazy possibility of love finding her.
