707 x reader Oneshots

707 x Reader/Hacker

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The constant sounds filled my head, but I ignored them. All I wanted to do was to defeat this dumb hacker's protective wall. Everything I threw at him didn't phase him whatsoever. "UGH WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GIVE UP ALREADY!!" I screamed at my glowing screen. I look at the clock in the distance showed 4:32 am, I have been at this for hours. If I fail this then I will... NO can't think of this now. I need to focus. I used my trump card as my final resort, and it work- ACCESS DENIED lit across my screen. SH*T! My fists slammed on the computer. I'm dead... Darkness slowly takes over my field of vision, and I pass out.

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Authors note: Sorry if that sucked 😂 feel free to give me tips 😅
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Morning
I wake up freezing to my phone going off beside me. I moan out of annoyance and answer. "Hello?" "Y/N WHY HAVE'NT YOU BEEN ANSWERING MY TEXTS?!?!" "Chill out Vanderwood, I was sleeping" *sign* "If you read your past messages I sent you it will tell you what to do" with that he hung up. I look down towards my text messages and see 37 MESSAGES!! I clicked on the app and start to read them.

Vanderwood: Y/n you have an important meeting today with one of my friends that I'll like you to meet. We will meet up around 10am at the nearby coffee shop. Please don't be late again.
Vanderwood: Y/n why aren't you responding?!?!

The rest were just "respond respond" and "don't be late". Look buddy I'm sorry for being late sometimes it's just the cliffhangers in Attack on Titan. Why am I even thinking this it's not like it's gonna work. I check the time and see it's 9:40am. Welp, gotta get ready fast. I quickly run into my room throwing on black rippled jeans with f/c hoodie. I then slide on my vans and run through my h/l with my brush towards the living room. Grabbing my keys I ran out the door to my car. I turn on the radio and start driving.

— Some time later~~~
I park in front of the shop and walk in. Checking the time it's exactly 10. Ha beat that Vanderwood!!! I then enter the shop, and spot him across the shop waving me over to him. As I walk over there I notice a guy with red hair. He was wearing a black and yellow jacket with blue jeans. I pull out a seat at the table and sit down. Vanderwood looks at me with annoyance. "Your late" "Correction I'm right on time so.." Vanderwood then gave me a dirty glare. I quickly shut up. The red head gave a small giggle before shutting up to Vanderwood's glare too. "I called you two here to meet each other, so you two can work on something for me." Vanderwood tells us as I play with the menu. "Y/n this is Luciel the hacker who made the protection sofeware I ordered you to hack into." I stop in place and shoot my head up quickly. "So, this is the little hacker who tried to hack me huh?" Luciel says in a sarcastic tone. "You mister kept me up all night trying to hack into that, so I won't end up dead by this grumpy.... guy" I replied back to him being careful of my words. "Well, to be fair with you I also stayed up blocking your attacks. The first few sucked to be honest, but that last one almost worked." He replied back with a smirk across his face. "Tch" was all I replied back with. Ringgg Ringgg. Vanderwood's phones goes off, and he excuses himself. I sat there in silence with Luciel until he spoke up. "By the way call me 707, Luciel is too formal and odd for me. Even seven is fine as well." "Okay, well feel free to call me anything." A smile quickly goes over his features as he says "May I call you 606?" "Yeah sure" (606 is like 707 imaginary girlfriend btw) Vanderwood comes back, and we later had to exchange numbers to keep in contact. I hand him my phone to enter in his contact, and he hands me his. -

Name: Y/n
Number: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Notes: I'm just here..

I handed him back his phone, and he reads what I typed in there. "606 you got your own name wrong, also the notes thing is a tad sad." I see him start to type on his screen assuming he's editing the contact. He hands me my phone, and I read what he put-

Name: 707 :D
Number: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Notes: THE DEFENDER OF JUSTICE GOD 707!!!

I giggle at the notes. Why is he cute? He must of notice, because when I looked up he was smiling. "Erm, can you too stop flirting and leave?" Vanderwood says bluntly. "Uh yeah sure whatever boss. I gotta watch my shows anyways!!!" I quickly reply and start to get ready to leave. I wave bye to them and head out of the coffee shop.

—End
Authors note: I noticed this got long and I wanted to keep it causal, so I might make a part 2 of this or make it into a story, idk yet