Questioning!Vanderwood+Nonbinary!MC
Because your local she/they needs some attention -Mod Alyun
Now, Mary Vanderwood III was not judgemental. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he was a he. Vanderwood had never quite felt comfortable in his own skin, but had always chalked it up to his upbringing messing with his head. But MC... they’d recently explained their pronouns and gender, or rather, lack thereof. And a light went on in his head.
Their head.
Vanderwood even agreed to attend Seoul Pride with MC, and had the time of his life. Their life. They, their, theirs. It just... worked. Vanderwood talked about it with MC, which was odd, because Vanderwood was not a fan of heart-to-hearts, but he (they?) needed it.
“MC?” Vanderwood knocked on MC’s door, only to see them typing away on their laptop. Probably that gender blog they ran. Vanderwood couldn’t lie, he’d (they’d.) been on it more than a few times. MC swiveled around in the chair to face their boyfriend (partner? enbyfriend? ...person?).
“Vanderwood? Are you okay?” They questioned, knowing that look on Vanderwood’s face. It meant he was nervous. To be quite honest, he looked a bit constipated. Vanderwood couldn’t control his, their, words anymore. They came spilling out, and he, they, couldn’t stop it. Their feeling of discomfort all their life, the wish to be both masculine and feminine, their experience at Pride. Hell, even MC’s blog having too much of an effect on them. Vanderwood’s face felt hot. They were probably blushing, they realized, but even their eyes felt hot. Were they...?
MC came rushing to Vanderwood’s side, taking their face in their hands. “Vandy, don’t be an idiot,” MC said warmly, smiling gently. That smile, it always made Vanderwood melt. Not that they would ever admit it. “It’s no big deal. I can call you anything you want. As long as you’re happy, that’s all I want. Take your time. I love you, not your pronouns. Stupid.”
Vanderwood felt themself smile. They felt more comfortable than they had since they were a kid, running around the suburbs of London with their friends. They looped their arms around MC, and they stayed there for a long while, appreciating each other, and their own pride in their identities.