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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.

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@vanderweek 2018 Day 1: Line of Duty / Guardian

I’ll see myself out

#cheebs #vanderweek 2018 #vanderweek #mary vanderwood 3rd #mysme vanderwood #tw: blood #guns...is that a trigger warning?#tw: violence #my art

Vanderweek Day 2: Housework

Hi, guys here is our first entry for @vanderweek !!

We are excited to share a little glimpse into domestic Vandybella and the official first fic of our beloved ship! We hope you guys enjoy it as much as we enjoyed writing it!!

Let us know what you think!

Of Food And Dancing : A Vandybella fic

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Opposites▪Vanderweek Day 7

Well heck I already kind of did this with the Habits prompt

Have a continuation of it

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It was clear on first sight that the two of them were opposites in every way.

Literally.

Yejin, five foot tall, wearing a cute, pink sweater, round glasses and a little bow in her hair.

Next to her Vanderwood, almost a foot taller, their clothes dark and mysterious, even their hands covered with leather gloves.

One wouldn’t even guess they knew each other if they weren’t speaking, and it was no surprise most people gave them confused glances.

It didn’t help in the least that all they ever seemed to do was fight, bickering nonstop no matter where they went. One could only wonder where all the words they used even came from, how long one could possibly tease someone without running out of things to tease about.

Really, looking at the two of them, it was hard to imagine two people less alike.

Yet, somehow, it still worked out.

As different as they were, it was the little things that mattered the most, as they often tend to do.

They both liked to sit down somewhere for a cigarette break, preferably somewhere with a nice view. Views were one of the few joys of life even people like them were allowed to have, and there were few things more perfect than just sitting together on a rooftop and taking five minutes to just not worry about anything.

Vanderwood liked to cook, and while Yejin loathed the work, she did enjoy to eat, reluctantly helping them out sometimes for the sake of a good meal.

Or they went out to a restaurant, letting someone else do the job for them and just sitting back.

Granted, they never really stopped with the teasing and bickering, but if one paid close attention, then they’d notice that it was never truly hurtful.

There were certain lines that were never crossed, even in the rare case that things really did get ugly.

What might sound like fighting at first was really nothing more but playful banter, an art both of them had mastered over time.

Vanderwood liked to keep the house clean, and while Yejin would much prefer an afternoon on the couch, she still complied with their wishes almost every single day.

She complained about it, but she did it anyway.

In return they put up with her attitude and whatever mood swings she tended to get, and sometimes even allowed her to drive them as long as she promised not to get them both arrested.

Again.

It might look like all she ever did was complain, but they knew her well enough to appreciate the simple fact that, while complaining, she did do things to make them happy.

They knew there weren’t any other people she’d even bother for.

And heck, at least it filled the silence.

After years of working as an agent, they’d probably just waste away in an ordinary, domestic life.

Domesticity to some degree was great. But a nine-to-five picket fence cliché, every day filled with sunshine and sweetness?

Nah.

Differences were what kept life interesting, after all.

And really, they weren’t even as different as it seemed.

#mysme #mystic messenger #vanderweek 2018 #vanderweek #vanderwood #yejin kim

Childhood▪Vanderweek Day 5

Hoo boy it's this prompt lmao

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Was it a requirement for an agent to not have a very happy childhood?

Not that they knew anything about the pasts of any of their colleagues, nor did they know of theirs, but it did seem to be a rather common thing from what they’d heard.

Maybe GFX was just the place where all the abused kids ended up one day, it was a pretty sad future if that was true.

It was the case for them at least, though they’d stopped letting it get to them. Their past was past, it legally didn’t exist, so they didn’t care.

An agent doesn’t have a past.

It was fine with them. They didn’t want theirs, anyway.

There was nothing in it worth remembering.

They’d been born in some no-name city in Britain, their mother dying shortly after they’d been born. Their father had raised them, if one could call it that.

Mostly just used them as a punching back for his issues.

It hadn’t helped much that they’d been struggling with their identity, trying to figure out life while they hadn’t had anyone to even talk to.

Especially not after moving to Korea as a teenager, to a country they’d never even learned the customs of.

It kind of made sense, they supposed. Their father had been Korean, and business there had apparently been better anyway.

Nobody had asked them if they’d wanted to move to the other side of the world.

They again, what difference did it make?

If anything, their father only started treating them worse after the move, and their new classmates seemed to be taking lessons from him. It wasn’t easy being the foreign kid that doesn’t even speak the language properly. Or the kid struggling with their gender.

They’d been about sixteen when they’d finally had enough.

When they’d decided that they didn’t /care/ about other people or their opinions.

They’d been approached by a scout from the agency, they were still unsure how he’d even found them, and they’d quit school and taken the job.

Gotten a completely new identity, moved away from everything they’d ever grown up with.

The new place was a shithole.

But they’d never looked back.

After everything they’d had to endure at home, all the abuse and chaos, the consistency of work was a blessing.

It was strict, but there was order.

As long as they did their part right, they were treated with at least some amount of respect.

And if anybody didn‘t, they had a taser and nobody to stop them from using it.

They didn’t know what had happened to their father after they’d run away, neither did they particularily care.

Maybe he’d started feeling bad at some point.

They doubted it.

They hoped karma had caught up with him.

But they didn’t care either way.

It was their past now, and their past didn’t matter.

All they had to care about was the present, and that their incompetent partner would get his work done on time.

#mysme #mystic messenger #vanderweek 2018 #vanderweek #vanderwood

Loyalties▪Vanderweek Day 4

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Vanderwood had never pretended to like their job much, it was hard to like that kind of thing unless you were a complete psychopath.

Yet, their loyalty had never been questioned.

They’d made a contract with GFX, basically selling their entire life to them, their entire being.

They belonged to the agency now, whether they liked it or not.

And there were rules they had to follow, and there had never been any trouble with them doing so.

They’d always been okay with it.

Following rules and obeying orders was practically in their blood.

Doing so gave them a sense of security, and there hadn’t ever been any desire in them to rebel.

They didn’t care for the agency or their boss specifically, but still they were loyal to a fault.

Or, so they’d always thought.

That was what they’d believed before they’d met Cassy.

Before she’d suddenly made them question everything they’d thought they’d known.

Damn, they’d been an agent for so many years, and now all of a sudden she had to come and mess everything up!

Sometimes when they were with her, they even wanted to quit the agency and run away.

Go somewhere they’d be safe, where they could actually have a life with her.

A real life.

The kind of domesticity they’d always only seen in fiction, the typical nine-to-five picket fence bullshit they’d always thought they hated. Find a normal job, be a normal human being, maybe get married, have some kids.

Basically the very last thing an agent like them should be doing.

Each time those thoughts, those unwanted wishes crossed their mind, they shook them off with the best of their ability.

There was no such thing as a safe place.

GFX would find them no matter where they went.

And they’d punish not only them, but her as well.

They were completely and fully aware that the best, the only thing they could do for her, was to get out of her life and to keep as far away from her as possible.

For her own good, for the safety of the both of them.

Never even think of her again.

But they’d tried, and she’d proven to be pretty much impossible to get rid of. And as much as they hated it, they were also glad.

As wrong as they knew it was, they didn’t want her to leave.

Even if they could never be together.

Even if all she did was tease them just to see them flustered.

They knew it was going to be the biggest mistake they’d ever made in their entire life, but they just couldn’t let go of the only person that’d ever made them question their loyalties.

Maybe a part of them did want to risk it.

Maybe they did want to find the slightest shimmer of hope, that they could actually get out.

Maybe, deep down, they wanted to be free.

#mysme #mystic messenger #vanderweek 2018 #vanderweek #vanderwood #yejin kim

Line of Duty▪Vanderweek Day 1

The time is finally upon us!

I'm participating in Vanderweek, though I'll be using my OC Cassy (Yejin Kim) as well. Mainly because I'm in way too deep with this ship, and the way I write Vanderwood is heavily influenced by headcanons related to it anyway.

In addition, I also use they/them pronouns when referring to Vanderwood, so fight me on that lmao. I don't care about "canon", honestly at this point I'm pretty sure not even Cheritz knows their gender.

Anyway, please enjoy.

I was born for this week.

@vanderweek

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For Vanderwood, certain things can happen in the line of duty, things they can’t control.

It’s their job, nothing more.

Some people wake up early in the morning to bake bread, and spend their days selling it and chatting with the customers.

Others are stuck in an office, doing paperwork until way past sundown.

And they just happen to be an immature hacker’s babysitter, as well as occasionally kill people for a living.

Just their job, nothing more, nothing less.

It’s a dangerous job, probably above average, but technically speaking they’re not at a much higher risk to get hurt than a high school teacher.

The difference is that if they really mess up, it won’t just be them that get harmed.

They’re used to seeing people die at this point.

People they know.

They’re also somewhat okay with the thought that they might die soon too, though they’d prefer to avoid that.

But sometimes mistakes are made, even though they’ve sworn themselves to not ever let them happen.

Even though they’ve made an oath to rather die first.

In the end, it’s nothing they could possibly stop, no matter how much they try.

And when somebody matters to them, everything changes.

Because the second they get close to another person is the second they become vulnerable.

Vanderwood has been trained to withstand any form of physical torture. But the psychological toll it takes to watch someone they care about get tortured in their place, that’s something no same person can take.

Which is why they can never, ever get attached.

And why they’re terrified when they do.

Getting attached to 707 was one thing. Considering the amount of time they spent together, it was to be expected, though still inconvenient.

As annoying as he can be, he’s still kind of their only friend, as much as they hate to admit it.

But 707 has had the same training they had, he can handle himself.

More or less.

It may not always seem like it, but he’s a skilled agent.

He knows the risk.

It’s different with Cassy.

She’s innocent.

Cassy doesn’t know they’re an agent, she’s unaware of the danger just talking to them puts her in.

At first they’d thought she was just teasing them, just meaningless fun, which they didn’t appreciate but didn’t truly mind. They didn’t love it, but they could’ve lived with it.

They didn’t expect her to fall for them, not them of all people.

They definitely didn’t expect to fall for her as well.

It was the worst thing they could’ve possibly done, and they were completely aware that it was putting the both of them in mortal danger, especially her.

They’ve seen it before. Seen it happen to other agents.

Their boss is ruthless, so are their clients.

Cassy doesn’t deserve to get hurt for their mistakes. Nobody does, but especially not her.

She doesn’t deserve to get punished in their place.

She shouldn’t have to pay for their feelings.

But they know it will happen sooner or later, because no matter how much they try to hide it, one day someone will find out.

It’s just their luck. Hope isn’t something they bother with anymore.

They love her.

And because of that, one day she’s gonna die.

Yet, still, they can’t bring themselves to part from her, partially because she clearly refuses to let them.

Really, she’s like a little burr, sticking to them no matter what they do.

They’ve tried getting rid of her.

Part of them, a part they refuse to acknowledge, wants to believe that they can protect her.

Somehow.

Maybe there won’t be a happily ever after, but she could at least survive, even though it’d mean starting a completely new life for her, far away from them.

She doesn’t deserve that either, but it’s the only way they can think of to keep her safe.

And heck, they’ll keep her safe, and if it’s the last thing they do.

Certain things can happen in the line of duty, things they can’t control.

But that sure as hell ain’t gonna stop them from trying.

#mysme #mystic messenger #vanderwood #yejin kim #vanderweek #vanderweek 2018

Trauma▪Vanderweek Day 3

Yejin's POV again

Also I keep forgetting to tag oops

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As someone with a past filled with gunfights and shady deals, she’d have never thought the sound of a car door slamming shut would set her off.

A completely mundane sound, seemingly nonexistent even to most, sending her back to that time.

All of those times.

It’d been a good few months since she’d last had a gun pointed at her face, but she’d never been afraid of it before it had finally stopped.

Maybe it was because she’d actually been shot?

The dull pain still making itself knows right below her collarbone was reminding her that getting shot was damn painful.

But that wasn’t it, that didn’t matter. She’d gotten injured before.

She could take it again, pain wasn’t that big of a deal.

It was the memories that came with it that haunted her, keeping her up at night and flashing up at the most inconvenient times.

She could deal with her being shot at, wrong as it sounded, she’d gotten pretty used to that over the course of her life.

But the bullet hadn’t been meant to her.

It’d been meant for the one person that actually had mattered, that she’d realized was more important than any of the lies she’d believed back then.

And fired from the liar, from the one she’d seen as family.

The only option she‘d had was to shoot him before he got the chance to try again.

Take out the man who’d raised her.

Raised her with false believes, turning her into a copy of himself.

Cold. Ruthless.

His puppet, not his daughter.

He’d never cared for her, not for a second, yet she’d always thought he had.

Until he’d tried to kill the one she’d loved, and she’d found out he’d done the same thing with her parents.

That had, admittedly, pretty much ruined the illusion.

And after some time, she’d come to accept that the whole time, she’d been the bad guy all along.

She’d been the one hurting and using people just the same as they’d done to her when she’d been younger.

She’d never thought she’d be one to care, but it’s hard to live with, really.

She’d been following orders, but if someone found her for revenge, she’d still deserve it.

At least Vanderwood was safe out there, somewhere.

Safe from Taeegeun.

Safe from her.

She’d always been the biggest threat to them.

And she was safe now too, living thousands of miles away, at the most peaceful place she could imagine.

She was safe from the people.

But she’d never be rid of the memories.

The images of everything she’s allowed to happen would stick with her forever.

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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.

#mm #vanderweek 2018 #vanderweek #vanderwood #mysme #mystic messenger #mm short fic #angst #violence #mm fanfic #short fic #mysme fanfic #drabble #vanderwood x mc #loyalties

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