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[jove-bluh]

@vanderweek Day 2: Vacation.

Vanderwood learns it’s never quite a vacation when Seven’s there.

[itsmeohmyo]

For @vanderweek Day 5: Childhood (I’m doing these days randomly I know😂) 

I agree with @jove-bluh s take on his past but perhaps mine’s a little more angsty. I think as a child he would’ve relied heavily on films & comic books for escapism, which as a result inspires him to get stronger and become more self-reliant so no one can push him around he didn’t bank on Seven tho ha!

[reifromrfa]

Vanderweek Day 4: Loyalties

Ahhhh here it is, my day 4 entry!!! <3 This short fic is largely inspired by @badegg-mm​‘s gorgeous artwork ;A; <3 Thank you for inspiring me and many others to weave stories out of your works! 

That being said, I hope you guys enjoy the angst below! :)) 

Reposted with permission from @badegg-mm :)

Warning: Slight violence ahead.

The handle of the gun collides with his cheek and Vanderwood tastes his own blood inside his mouth. His head whips to the side, the intensity of the blow making his vision go white for a few seconds. He blinks, trying to get his sight back, and spits out blood, feeling the warm liquid dripping past his lips, down his chin and onto the floor.

Ah, what a fucking mess. If only he could wipe it off. But his wrists are handcuffed behind him, and the bastards had taken off his shirt. Dark purple bruises are spread out along his arms and his body, long gashes on his chest making him wince whenever his sweat rolls into the open wounds. There’s a pool of blood on the floor behind him, the skin on his back torn open by the leather whip the bastard in front of him is holding.

Damn. He could use a beer right now. If he was going to die here, the least these assholes could do is give him a nice, cold bottle of beer. Maybe a cigarette too.

“I will ask you again,” the thug in front of him asks, dragging the whip along the floor in front of the secret agent. Well fuck. Now it’s fucking dirty and it’ll infect the wounds on his back. Great. “Where is Saeyoung Choi?”

“Look,” Vanderwood says, the side of his mouth hurting as soon as he opened his mouth. “If I fucking knew who this Saeyoung Choi was, I would have told you already.”

Saeyoung Choi.

The man takes a step closer to him, leaning down to his eye level and taking a fistful of Vanderwood’s hair, yanking his head up. Vanderwood grits his teeth against the pain, looking the man in the eye without any trace of fear in his expression. The man’s angry gaze lingers on him before he thrusts a photo in front of Vanderwood.

A photo of Seven.

Vanderwood stares at the photo, studying it. In the photo, Seven is a child, with the same fiery red hair and gold eyes. But there was two of him.

A brother.

He has a twin brother.

He doesn’t know the story of Agent Seven…or the story of Saeyoung Choi. All he knows is, that boy is the closest thing he has to a family, and he’ll be damned if he sells out his family to these jackasses.

The man yanks on his hair again, but Vanderwood merely blinks and looks at the man with a bored expression.

“Do I look like a fucking babysitter to you? I don’t hang out with kids…asshole.” Vanderwood answers back, smirking.

The man’s nostrils flare and he releases Vanderwood’s hair, going to stand behind the secret agent. Vanderwood hears the man’s grip on the leather handle of the whip tightening, and he braces himself for the impact.

Vanderwood grits his teeth and his entire body tenses. Then he feels the sharp sting of the whip on his back and he hisses in pain, his body arching as blood splatters to the floor and the walls.

“Huh…you’re a tough bastard, aren’t you,” another man comments, watching the kneeling agent from his seat on the other side of the room.

Vanderwood pants, the pain overwhelming him. His entire back feels like it’s on fire and his head is spinning, his strength leaving him.

How fucking ironic. He survived all those missions from the agency, but now he’s on the brink of losing consciousness…all because he wouldn’t tell them Seven’s location. A face of a woman flashes across his mind.

MC.

Vanderwood left her with Seven. He promised her he would come back. He would come back to her arms and make her the happiest woman in the world. He managed to infiltrate the agency and burn his and Seven's records, and Seven secured his escape by messing with the agency’s systems from his bunker.

But these goons crashed his car and took him before he could go back to her.

If I give them Seven, they’ll get her too.

The two people in the world I want to protect.

Fuck that. That’s never going to happen. I’d rather die than tell these fuckers where they are.

His chances for survival aren’t high. He’s probably never going to see her again…

But he’s not going to go down without a fight.

I promised you I would protect you, MC. And I will.

I hope you don’t find me…not like this. God, I don’t want you to cry for me anymore…I don’t deserve your tears, MC. I love you so much…and I’m sorry you have to endure these for me…

I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry.

“DON’T LIE TO US! We know you know where he is!” the man bellows, cracking the whip against the floor.

Ooh. Scary.

“I…don’t fucking know…anything!” Vanderwood says with difficulty. Fuck. He’s losing too much blood. He can’t even feel his arms and legs anymore. How long has he been kneeling on the cold ground? How long has he been handcuffed, the metal rings cutting into his wrists?

Hang in there. Hang in there, Vanderwood.

He closes his eyes and lets her fill his thoughts. The feel of her skin against him. Her scent. Her voice. Her beautiful face.

…the face that will be streaked with tears if he breaks his promise.

“Boss, he looks like a corpse to me.”

“If he isn’t going to tell us anything, then he’s as good as dead.”

“Tch. The prime minister won’t be happy.”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Looks like our friend here isn’t even in the government records.”

Vanderwood hears them reloading guns.

“Last chance, you motherfucker. Tell us where Saeyoung Choi is, or you’re dead.”

MC…Please forgive me.

“Do your worst,” Vanderwood replies in a low voice, glaring at the men standing in front of him.

“Tch.”

He hears the click of the safety. Sees him raise the gun, aiming it straight for Vanderwood’s head.

Thank you for letting me feel how it is to be loved…even if it was just for a heartbeat.

Suddenly, the lights go out and there’s a bang! against the wall. There are gunshots and loud screams, bodies falling against the floor.

Silence.

The lights come back on.

And an angel enters the room, her long brown hair billowing around her as she runs towards the secret agent. Seven is standing in the room too, a gun in his hands, embedding bullets into the dead bodies around them, making sure they stay on the ground.

“Vanderwood, Vanderwood!”

Is this a dream?

All the stress of the past hours finally come crashing down on Vanderwood, the pain washing over his body. He wants to tell her he loves her. He wants to hold her in his arms, tell her it’ll be okay. But his body is broken, and the man falls sideways, blood still trickling down from his wounds.

She catches him in her arms, cradling the man against her body. Her eyes are wide at the amount of blood in the room —she knows it’s his blood. And he’s so pale, so cold. MC’s heart thunders against her chest as she holds him close, fear seizing her.

“Baby, please, stay with me!” she exclaims, stroking his cheek with one hand. Vanderwood struggles to remain conscious, but it’s so hard not to fall asleep in her embrace.

Yes…this is where I belong, love. In your arms.

Baby…I’m a little tired though…

I’m just…

Going…

To take a nap…

Okay…?

He barely hears her cries. He wishes he’s stronger. But Vanderwood closes his eyes and lets himself drift away, wanting nothing more than to dream about the woman who has his heart, his soul.

Her tears fall against his cheeks and her grip around him tightens.

"Don't leave me, Vanderwood. Please. I just found you," she whispers into his ear, shoulders shaking as her sobs overcome her. Saeyoung kneels behind the secret agent, his eyes wide.

“Dear God, what have they done to you?” Saeyoung whispers, seeing the fresh criss-crossing gashes on Vanderwood’s back. He managed to find the keys to the handcuffs and he frees Vanderwood’s hands. But the secret agent’s hands fall to ground. He doesn’t move and MC closes her eyes, shaking her head.

“Saeyoung, he needs a doctor. We need to get him to a hospital,” MC says in a weak voice.

“I know. Help is on the way. Come on, help me get him to the exit…”

Fuck.

Everything fucking hurts.

But...pain is good.

Pain means he's alive.

…Where the fuck is he though?

Going through his memories sluggishly, Vanderwood is suddenly seized with panic as he remembers where he was last —the dingy room that smelled like blood. His blood. He opens his eyes, his heart rate spiking as he’s greeted by the unfamiliar surrounding.

“Minjun?”

Vanderwood realizes he’s lying on his stomach, his cheek pressed against a soft pillow. He takes in the details of the room, but his mind isn’t processing everything fast enough, and his body isn’t responding.

“Fuck,” he grumbles, trying to move only to regret it right after. Vanderwood closes his eyes as a wave of pain washes over him, a soft cry escaping his lips. Suddenly, he feels a warm hand on his head.

“Baby, don’t move. I’m here, you’re okay.”

That voice.

“MC?” he murmurs, wincing as his lips crack, reopening the cut.

Her face appears beside his bed as she kneels down, a worried expression on her beautiful features. Vanderwood slowly moves his hand and cups her cheek, wanting to assure her that everything will be alright, that he has no intentions of leaving her side. MC’s lower lip is wobbling, her hazel eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

“I thought I lost you, Vanderwood,” MC chokes out, her voice shaking.

Vanderwood lets out a soft chuckle, but it comes out sounding more like a wheezing cat. MC can’t help but let out a snort despite her tears, laying her hand over his.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, MC,” Vanderwood says, cracking half a smile. MC moves his hand to her lips and presses her lips against his palm, shaking her head.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m here to stay, Vanderwood?” she retorts, the tears escaping her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. “I love you, you stubborn man. Do you know how scared I was? I thought…I t-thought…”

“Shh…it’s okay now, love. I’m here. I’m okay. This stubborn man isn’t going anywhere.” Vanderwood says soothingly, wiping her tears away with his hand. “I love you too, MC. More than anything in this world.”

“I’m hurt, Mary~ I thought you loved me most!”

Vanderwood groans as Seven appears in front of him, the hacker’s trademark goofy smile on his face.

“Fuck off, Seven.”

MC hastily wipes her stray tears and Seven pretends not to notice them, going instead to sit by one of the chairs beside Vanderwood’s bed. “Is that any way to talk to your favorite hacker? But glad to see you’re alive and well, Vanderwood!”

“You and I both,” the older agent mutters.

Seven’s expression turns serious, his golden eyes full of remorse and…gratitude?

“Seriously though. Thank you. For not telling them about me.”

Vanderwood grunts. “I wouldn’t rat you out like that, Seven.”

“I know. That’s why you’re my favorite maid. If you had told them…I probably wouldn’t be here, Vandy. Thank you. I mean it.”

“I know. Now stop being so sappy. It doesn’t suit you.”

Seven leans back in his seat as he laughs, a genuine smile on his face. “Okay, Mary~”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Hmm? I can’t hear you over the loud beeping noise that machine is making~”

“Shut the fuck up.”

MC grins as she listens to the exchange of the two men —two brothers. Even though they aren’t blood-related, she knows Vanderwood would do anything for Seven too. He has watched over Seven ever since —and soon, he will need to watch over two Sevens.

MC’s thoughts drift to the photo of a younger Saeyoung next to his twin; the photo that is safely tucked in her purse. She hates seeing Vanderwood in such a state, but she knows their mission isn’t finished yet. No —their mission wouldn’t be complete until their family is complete.

We’ll find you, Saeran Choi. Please hold on until we do.

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[seakao]

Vanderweek 2018 day 6 : Partner Let’s imagine Vandy found a way to escape but not 707

[yandereshit]

Vanderwood x Reader: good morning~

Here is a soft drabble I wrote a while ago and decided to share now because~ it’s~ @vanderweek! Have fun reading this lil thing lol

Living undercover was obviously something difficult to afford. The fear of being caught, constant carefulness and rigor while doing simple, daily tasks was somewhat devastating at some point. Domestic features were deprived of its domestic pleasure, and going out to do the grocery seemed like the biggest danger one could be put in.

Constant pressure had two sides: the one which could make one break, and the other… filled with pleasant adrenaline that sometimes – even though very rarely – could bring desired feeling of thrill, excitation.

But long months after the worst danger was already gone, Vanderwood found out that there’s nothing more thrilling – and stressing as well – than trying to conceal a relationship.

It looked like an accident, a result of various factors that made him still live with Chois. He could always go away and find his own path, and yet – he stayed with them, as if nothing ever changed.

He found a simple job and therefore one could say that there was nothing keeping him here.

But there actually was a thing. Or a person, to be specific. They were tied to each other, and yet the bond was completely transparent.

And he couldn’t help but wonder, how long will it stay like this.

His arm was wrapped loosely around the sleeping girl. Her breath tickled his bare chest and one of her legs was on his. She shivered slightly from the cold temperature in the room and he tugged the quilt over her naked back, bringing her a bit closer.

Grey smoke of his cigarette filled the room, leaving the harsh smell all around them.

The window was slightly open, only to make the fresh air get inside. It was so calm. The sun right above the horizon fell onto their frames, encouraging them to finally get up. But he didn’t want to stop this moment and the girl didn’t look like she was about to wake up any time soon either.

He was relaxed and he prayed so that it’d last forever. The feeling of safety, of not having to hurry, to work under pressure nor to be casually ordered to kill people, was the most relieving out of it all.

He didn’t know if he’d really be able to enjoy it if he was there all alone.

The former agent put out the cigarette in the ashtray laying on the nightstand.

She kept telling him to get rid of this habit. He was aware that the feeling of ease he could experience was the result of addiction, but it still did make him calm. The smell was somewhat nice.

Yet, it’d always bring so many memories. Because he always smoke when he was nervous. When he had a reason to be worried.

Right now, he had none.

It was alright.

It was… alright.

The main door suddenly creaked.

It was not alright.

He got up in an instant, miraculously – but probably not too fortunately – not waking up his lover. She was still deep in her sleep, even when he started to toss around all the things, attempting to find his underwear…

“Vanderwood, MC, are you two there?” Saeyoung’s voice echoed in the hall.

Vanderwood held his breath. He managed to put on some sweatpants, but the shirt was also gone.

He went out of the room, quietly closing the door.

“What are you doing here so early…?” he asked, feeling a bit like a kid whose parents promised to leave for a few hours and returned after barely few minutes.

“The weather sucked” he admitted. “At night it was difficult to even sleep in the tent so we decided to come back. It was late so we didn’t want to wake you two with calling, but-“ He suddenly stopped, his eyes stopping on the thing laying beside the couch. “…Is this your underwear?”

So here it was.

“Ahh, nasty!” Saeyoung whined. “Did you make MC look at this something?! I left for two days and you’re already-“

“Shut up, Saeyoung.”

“What’s for the breakfast?” a sleepy voice made them both turn around. MC, wrapped in the quilt but with her arms bare making it obvious she had nothing underneath, was standing in the doorframe, still not conscious enough to realize that Saeyoung was here as well.

“M-MC…?” Saeyoung’s face in a few seconds got as red as his hair and Vanderwood rubbed his temples, realizing how bad the situation was. “W-why are you…?”

“I didn’t know where my clothes are…” she admitted, but still seemed to be unable to get all the info together. Saeyoung’s presence didn’t bother her. Yet.

“O-oh…” The redhead coughed awkwardly and turned towards the main door. “I-I will take Saeran to some i-ice cream or something, y-you two take your time…” he mumbled and left before Vanderwood could say a word.

Vanderwood took a deep breath in and then let it out, as if all his problems would magically disappear with this one, simple gesture.

They didn’t.

“Honey, what for the breakfast?” she wrapped arms around him, letting the quilt slip onto the floor.

Vanderwood sighed deeply.

“Endless embarrassment and eggs, I guess.”

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[irageneveart]

@vanderweek 2018 Day 1: Line of Duty / Guardian

I’ll see myself out

[lonely-ghost-101]

♥‿♥ BEST PIC OF VANDERWOOD!!! I TRIED TO REDRAW THIS BEAUTIFUL CREATURE OF A MAN (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

[rowan-catsandcoffee]

Belated Vanderwood week Day7

By the time MC had woken up Vanderwood had finished cleaning up everywhere else besides the bedroom.  Seeing her awake, Vanderwood got up stiffly, and gave her a smile.  “Alright.  You go ahead and get ready for the day and I’ll get breakfast going.”  

“I’ll help.”  MC said, walking towards the kitchen as well, brushing against Vanderwood as she stepped in first.  “What were you thinking of making?”  

Vanderwood had paused when she had bumped into him, a slight scowl to his expression as he reminded himself of what his plan was.  “It’s going to be just a light meal.  We’re going to be busy today.  We didn’t get a chance to get you more clothes, so we need to go swing by your place later, but in the meantime.  I’m going to have you help me move some furniture to clear a space.  Have you ever taken a self defense class before?”

If she had any experience before he could build off of that.  Make her more comfortable, or even just jog her memory of it.  The thought of someone grabbing her again like they did last night, and her not being able to do something about it had Vanderwood’s stomach tightening in knots.  She shook her head, giving him a bit of a wide eyed stare.  

“I have not.”

“Okay, then after we’ve cleaned up from breakfast we’ll go over some basics.”

“Like… S.I.N.G?”  MC gave him a teasing smile. Shaking off the previous surprised look.  

“‘Sing’?”  Vanderwood got out the pan he was going to use for breakfast.  Then he tried shooing MC away from the fridge so he could get to cooking himself, only to ind her determined to help him.  He took a moment to ask for her to grab the ingredients before she continued explaining.

“It’s from an American movie, it stands for ‘Solar plex’, ‘In-step’, ‘Nose’, and ‘Groin’.”  MC set the ingredients on the counter and asked for instruction on what he wanted to prepare.  It was fairly simple, he didn’t really need her help, but seeing her refusal to sit by.  He started her on making a soup.  He tried to remember if he’d seen the movie she was referring to, either way it’s not a bad place to start, though he wished she had more experience than that.  

“That could work, have you ever practiced it before?  Or used it before?”  

“Well-”

Vanderwood sighed, and let MC trial off there, he turned his focus completely to finishing up their food.  In no time MC and him had finished cooking, eating, and cleaning up together.  Their conversation hadn’t really picked up again.  Though occasionally he found her looking at him out of the corner of his eye, but she would turn away very quickly if he tried to catch her at it.  

She was probably nervous, and he didn’t blame her.  But it was all necessary.  

They cleared a space and MC stood there waiting for him.  “Okay, how’re we going to start?”  

“I’m going to grab you from behind and I want you to elbow me hard.  Okay?  Aim for that solar plex you were talking about.”

He wrapped an arm around her and for a moment she seemed to lean back into him, surprising him.  He was starting to relax when she threw her elbow back.  She missed her target and got him more in the side.  Thankfully.  Scolding himself for getting distracted again, he leaned forward to speak more clearly in her ear.  “You should twist slightly to expose the diaphragm and make it more accessible.”  He grabbed her hips and twisted her slightly.  “It’ll be like this.  Alright let’s try again.”

She did it perfectly the next time, as Vanderwood gasped.  MC spun around and took to immediately making sure he was alright.  Her concern was touching, but he was smiling.  “Good.  After that when you stop on their foots, aim more for the top of their feet.  Shoes can be misleading for where the toes are.  But this might be a good place to start with for now on that.  Now I do want to see you throw a punch, and after I’m satisfied with your form we’ll go to your place to get you a few things or… we could just go to the store to get you some new clothes in general.”

“I think my place would make sense, it’s fine.”

Vanderwood nodded, signalling her to try to best punch, which was flimsy at best.  But his mind now wondered what was the likelihood that the enemy knew where she lived and if they would be waiting for them.  He corrected her stance and explained hitting past the target to get more force into it, and making sure not to lock her elbows as he considered telling her his concern.

No.  She had enough on her plate.  He could protect her, and if she learned how to throw a decent enough punch, she would be able to help.

And now I’m done with all of my belated appreciation week pieces!  And this is the last of the ones for @vanderweek !  I don’t know if I’ll continue this story, but it was fun!