(doing this over here to keep it all in one place~)
Request: Omg now that I read your hc that vanderwood’s mc is basically a maniac driver, I kinda want to see your interpretation of the first time they get in a car with her??? Like anything from going to the store or escaping for someone,,, fuck I love vanderwood so muchhhh
At approximately seven forty-five in the evening, Mary Vanderwood the III suddenly slammed out of the bedroom, grabbed their coat, and stumbled to the front door with the fervent desperation of a man fumbling to grasp onto their last lifeline to existence.
You were, of course, concerned - Vanderwood didn’t usually succumb so thoroughly to panic, and everything had been fine a few hours ago when they’d gone to lie down and take a nap. It’d been a stressful day at work - they’d complained about what lengths they’d needed to take to get off at five - and you were, at first, worried that something had gone horrifically wrong regarding their job. Did someone die? Was their a national crisis?
“Darling,” you called out to them, shifting so your arms were draped across the couch. “What’s wrong?”
“The store!” They cried out, voice thin and high pitched. “It’s closing!”