I Just Got My First Ko-fi, And It Wasn't Just One Cup. I Am Sitting Here, In Tears... I'm So Grateful

i just got my first ko-fi, and it wasn't just one cup. i am sitting here, in tears... i'm so grateful because i genuinely didn't expect to receive a lot all at once, it's shaking me to my core. and it's all because i'm doing something i love and am passionate about? it's such an unfamiliar feeling to me and i. i am absolutely just stunned right now. thank you.

i was thinking about writing a selfship fic using the prompt that's on my birthday for myself BUT IT'S... not a good idea since the prompt is v x mc / letter and i already decided that for the character x mc prompts, i'd do all of them so each character has their own thing 😟

Oh wowowowow I am EXCITED for the rest of this, I think it's even an understatement at this point. Royal but still sorta modern AU? Saeyoung and Vanderwood? ROYAL GUARDS? Jesus christ, it's waaaaay up my alley. This is amazing, and you should be proud-

I especially love the Princess Diaries reference at the end. I pictured Vandy in Joe's stance, hah! Can I please be tagged in future updates? <3

At Your Side (Chapter One)

There were, in your life, very few people that you could trust to see you as you are now: unfiltered, bare-faced, and maybe a little bit drunk. You were, after all, the heir to a kingdom and the current figurehead of a small nation. As a princess, your job was to maintain a favorable reputation so that you may someday rule, and to pay attention to your studies so that you may someday rule well.

It was in the name of keeping up appearances that you were now hiding in a dark closet with a watered down vodka soda and your two personal security guards.

1171 words this is an incredibly self indulgent (like THE MOST self indulgent) MC x Vanderwood x Saeyoung AU fic in which MC is a princess and Vanderwood and Saeyoung are her royal guards. (set in modern day, think Princess Diaries) this will be a multichapter fic with (possibly) multiple endings. MC is 'you' but never mentioned by name

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There were, in your life, very few people that you could trust to see you as you are now: unfiltered, bare-faced, and maybe a little bit drunk. You were, after all, the heir to a kingdom and the current figurehead of a small nation. As a princess, your job was to maintain a favorable reputation so that you may someday rule, and to pay attention to your studies so that you may someday rule well.

It was in the name of keeping up appearances that you were now hiding in a dark closet with a watered down vodka soda and your two personal security guards.

The problem with public appearance here wasn’t the alcohol, it was a clear drink and therefore you were granted plausible deniability if seen holding it. The problem was with the fact that someone else had spilled their red wine down the front of your dress, and one of your security guards had taken it upon himself to escort you out of the crowd before anyone was able to photograph you.

“How long are we to wait here? Until everyone else has left the party?” You ask in a huff, staring into the darkness in front of you, imagining the stoic face of the overly-cautious Agent Vanderwood.

“No, princess,” Vanderwood’s reply comes from a bit to the left of where you were staring. “Saeyoung is bringing another dress.”

As if on cue, there is a knock on the closet door. You recognize it as one of Saeyoung’s code knocks, and Vanderwood carefully opens the door.

“Dress acquired, Madam,” Saeyoung jokes, as he closes the door behind him, earning what sounds like a quick smack from Vanderwood.

Fumbling in the dark, you take the dress from Saeyoung. You recognize it by touch as one of your more comfortable party dresses, you’re grateful that Saeyoung has chosen a dress that will be easy to change into.

“We’ll wait outside for you,” Vanderwood says, their arm brushing yours as they reach for the door.

“Wait!” You reach out a gloved hand to stop them and it rests on what you assume is their bicep. “If you’re just standing outside the closet door, people will know I’m in here.”

Saeyoung laughs, “She has a point.”

“What are we supposed to do, then?” Vanderwood’s voice is terse. They’re short with Saeyoung in a way that they never are with you.

“Princess?” Saeyoung asks.

You shrug, though no one can see it.

“I’ll change fast, hold this.” You hold out your drink in front of you and a hand miraculously finds yours to take it. “And can one of you unzip me?”

You turn around, standing tall and demure in the way you’re supposed to. For some reason, you find yourself anxious as you anticipate your guard’s hands on your back.

Saeyoung, you think it’s Saeyoung, steps forward and his hand finds your shoulder.

“I don’t know if I can find your zipper…” Saeyoung says.

Wordlessly, Vanderwood flicks on his phone flashlight, which causes Saeyoung to yelp in surprise.

“Thank you,” you say, “but a warning would have been nice.”

Again, you feel Saeyoung’s hand on your shoulder and he holds it there as if to steady you as his other hand finds the small gold zipper on the back of your cocktail dress. You can feel his breath as he pulls. You are all far too close together in this damned closet and it’s making your face hot.

“That’s good,” you tell Saeyoung, he’s only unzipped the dress about halfway, but you know that it’s low enough that you can reach it yourself. “Now would both of you turn around? Or turn the light off? Or both, I suppose.”

The two guards take this order dutifully, you hear them both shuffle away from you after the light is switched off.

As you peel off the stained, probably ruined, cocktail dress, you try very hard not to think about the fact that you are undressed in a tiny closet with two men. You should be desensitized now to the presence of staff in this sort of situation. You’re used to having stylists and clothing designers dressing you, so this should be no different. But somehow, it is. There’s a tension in the air that you feel you could cut with a knife.

“Alright,” you say as you straighten the skirt of the new dress. Thankfully, this dress had no zipper to be reckoned with. “Now what?”

“I’ll leave first to make sure we won’t be seen,” Vanderwood says, “And then I’ll signal to Saeyoung when you can both leave.”

“Sounds good,” Saeyoung affirms.

“What about the old dress?”

“Leave it here, I’ll deal with it later.”

You hope that Vanderwood means that they’ll take the dress and have the stain treated, but you’re afraid it may not be salvageable.

The tiny bit of light from the outside world is almost blinding, as you realize that you’ve been in a closet for now an absurdly long amount of time.

“Sorry about this, by the way,” Saeyoung says, emboldened by Vanderwood’s absence. “I’m sure you didn’t think a so much of this party would be spent in a closet.”

You laugh, surprised, “It’s just as well.”

“You’d rather be in a closet,” Saeyoung laughs, “Really?”

“I just know that you and Vanderwood aren’t going to work every interaction you have with me tonight into a story to tell at future parties. You see me every day, so the shine’s worn off.”

“You’re wrong about that.”

“Oh so you do tell stories about me at parties?” You huff, “Figures.”

“No no! I just don’t think the shine has worn off! I don’t think it can.”

There’s a moment then of shocked silence. You realize, then, how very rare a true compliment is. Something in Saeyoung’s voice is so genuine that it strikes you to your core.

Saeyoung, ever vigilant, fills the silence quickly by clearing his throat and clarifying, “I didn’t mean to be too personal, Princess, I just mean that I really admire you.”

You straighten, surprised to find yourself slouching in the first place.

“Of course,” you say. “Thank you.”

You hear a tiny muffled voice say something indecipherable through Saeyoung’s earpiece.

“Ah,” Saeyoung says, “Vanderwood says you’re all clear. I’ll go first and block the door just in case. You should sneak past me and meet them at the end of the hall so they can escort you back.”

Following Saeyoung’s instructions, you finally make your escape from the dark closet and back into the hallway. You can hear the sounds of the party from the other room, thankfully still continuing on in your absence.

Vanderwood, as promised, is standing at the end of the hallway with their hands folded in front of them. They motion you forward with a nod as you duck behind Saeyoung’s broad shoulders.

As you arrive at their side, Vanderwood offers their arm and presses a button on their earpiece before saying, “Bluebird is headed up east wing.”

thank you for the tag! WOAH, i haven't seen a game like this one yet so let's seeee- :o i may not answer everything though,

Nickname(s) you've had: sophie is actually already a nickname! i've had soph, soap/soapie, um, ellie and selli, yes me thinks that's mostly it. OH, and one of my friends has a special nickname for me and it's berrie, they're the only one who calls me it hehe <3 AND ONE OF MY FRIENDS recently started calling me "lil s"!!

Nickname(s) you wished you had: beats the hell out of me. i don't know what else i would want to be called o.o

Favourite snacks lately: chocolate milk... and, cookies? because i am distracted constantly i hardly snack SOBS, but i loooove to indulge in some instant noodles

Current interests: what counts as an interest blinks so hard. y'know when you get asked this and YOU BLANK OUT? that is me rn. for this i will say spanish because i am taking a class rn, but maybe i will also say banana fish. i have a desire to play genshin however i am uncapable

Current favourite song: oh oh um. i don't actually know, i'm not fixated on one (1) song as of the moment but hm, maybe Favourite Color by Carly Rae Jepsen and Pretty Boy by The Neighbourhood!! haha guess who it makes me think of

Current cravings: hehehe FRENCH FRIES, i want em so bad right now!! and i just had milk tea a few days ago, but i want it AGAIN

Latest rant: hah so i hate doing things halfway! so i may or may not be beating myself up for not being able to do 100% of mystictober, but i'm trying my best. i wanna do half at least! also me and jay (galaxytastes) were just ranting about how no one talks about jumin in the SE. PAIN. INJUSTICE

Last movie I watched in theatre: i remember discussing this with my sisters, i know for a fact it wasn't star wars tros but it was a movie after that. but i don't remember that movie TwT

Last time I did something nice for myself: um. honestly? i took a nap earlier. also does showering count?

What holds most of my attention lately: school, work but not as much anymore, rp + writing, aaand my friends who i all love so dearly!!

omg i answered all of em! tagging: @galaxytastes (i'll keep tagging you cause i love you), @little-butterfly-writes @quirky-and-kind @luxielle @luc606 @agent-bee and anyone who wants to do it! also also if i tagged but you don't wanna do it, that's okay too <3

another get to know your mutuals tag game!

if you don't have an answer just make one up, the more ridiculous the better tbh

nickname(s) you have had: James, oracle

nickname(s) you wish you had: I had a boss who called me "the machine" for a 2 week crunch period, kinda wish that had caught on lol

favorite snack lately: pink lady apple + sharp cheddar cheese

what are you currently reading/watching/playing? a visual novel about gay kinky vampires.. is that reading? I think it's called blood domination, fanfic ofc, watching link click, assassination classroom but very slowly, Aria before bed, playing om. recently deleted tears of themis bc I got bored

favorite song right now: I made this tag game just to farm music recs, actually. I'm bored with my music

what are you craving right now? dumbification. and the bottom inch of a drumstick ice cream cone

what have you ranted about recently? gerrymandering

last movie you watched in a theater: I had to think hard about this. Parasite, in Jan 2020 with my dad when he last visited me

last time you did something nice for yourself? I took a nap yesterday 😌

what holds most of your attention lately? job stuff, my kinktober drabbles

tagging @himbo-beel @lucisheart @momobunni @kaisspace @baalism & anyone else who wants to join

time to respond in a numbered list too so it's all uniform-looking 😎

1) CRIES thank you, honestly i die for any kind of shopping trip fic too. maybe one day i'll write one for all of em 🙏🏻

2) aaaa ME TOO, i really really think that saeyoung's girl HAS GOT TO keep up with him at the VERY MINIMUM AT LEAST

3) i got really excited with this song too, especially since i haven't heard it in a while but a certain someone reminded me. THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH TwT ♡

mystictober day 3: candy

saeyoung + favourite chat / candy

words: 889

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“Caaaandy~”

Your boyfriend sings as he selects his assortment from the shelves, holding the bags of sweets in his arms and dropping them into the cart you were pushing along.

Saeyoung smirks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, positioning his lips right at your ear.

“She's sweet like candy in my veins~”

No one else was in the aisle, and so, no one else was there to see it when he swayed you as he sang- when he kissed your cheek and let it linger. You can't help the grin that breaks out on your face, blushing and reaching out to pinch his cheek.

“You're going to eat all this candy alone?” you giggle, shaking your head at the copious amounts of sweets he had chosen. It's not like the bunker would be part of trick or treat. There was certainly no giving out of candy to children.

Well, except for the overgrown child who was paying for them in the first place.

“Wouldn't you like to know, angel?” He winks with a ruffle of your hair. Still behind you, he grabs hold of the handles and pushes the cart to the counter with you between his arms, his chin resting on your head. The sleeves of his jacket had draped over your shoulders, surrounding you with his warmth and the distinct smell of a certain soda. Of course he spilled PhD Pepper on his jacket.

When you get to the register, he one-handedly unloads all his treats onto the conveyor, internally laughing at the way people behind you in line were staring at what you were buying. You were used to this, having witnessed strangers survey the contents of your own shopping cart all the time, but the grocery store wasn't Saeyoung's natural habitat. And in true Saeyoung nature, he finds a way to make it entertaining.

“Honey, do you think this is enough for the kids?“ he asks, rubbing the side of your arm and holding you close.

In a snap, you've gotten on the same page with him, smiling brightly and cooing at the man fondly.

“Of course, dear. There's enough for seconds and thirds and any more or their teeth fall off!“

The redhead smirks, looking down at you with that proud twinkle in his eyes. All he does in response is kiss the top of your head, reaching over and handing the cashier some money to pay. Everyone's eyes widen at the thought of children consuming that much candy, and so, the mission is accomplished... but when has your boyfriend ever stopped at the bare minimum?

“Oh! The dance recital, isn't that today?“ Saeyoung looks at you with faux worry, mirroring the expression of a forgetful dad as he carries the bags for you.

“Yes, darling, it isn't for another few hours. We have some time to kill before then,“ you purr suggestively, leaning up to run the bridge of your nose along his jaw in front of the entire supermarket. Make him proud and beat him at his own game. That's the plan.

He chuckles wordlessly and squeezes your side as you walk out. You don't see the darkened look in his eyes as you head towards his shiny red sports car that looked way out of place in this parking lot. Oblivious, you smile to yourself, climbing into the passenger seat while he swings the bag onto the center armrest. And then he swings himself into the car, too. In the time it takes to push the key into the ignition and turn the car on, you've somehow managed to snag some sour tape from his purchases.

The candy is hanging from your mouth when he turns to face you, and he bursts out in laughter at the sight. With a smirk he leans over and bites onto the other end of the tape, wiggling his eyebrows and throwing a flirtatious wink at you.

“C'mon, ya know ya wanna taste some of this sugar too~“ he says, but it's muffled by the candy in your mouth. You giggle, and together, you create your own version of the Spaghetti Kiss from Lady and the Tramp, your faces getting closer and closer with each bite. The heat rising in your cheeks doesn't bother you- it's something you've gotten used to when you were around him.

The silence is thick, weighing down on you like a blanket; but it doesn't suffocate you. His eyes never leave yours, something playful dancing in those golden pools of honey that you know you will be meeting very soon. But time seems to slow, and it's as if you can't nibble on the sour tape fast enough. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin now, the telltale sensation that lets you know what's coming next.

When the very last bit of candy disappears, Saeyoung hooks his fingers under your chin and pulls you in, a little mmmf pressed from your mouth to his as he kisses you deeply, tongue running over the remnants of sugar that coats your lips. You're not exactly sure what he's intent on devouring- the candy, or you, but as he pulls away, you don't miss the glint that shines in his eyes.

He definitely breaks a few speed laws getting back to the bunker.

mystictober day 7: favorite cg / matching

saeyoung + favorite cg + matching

words: 525

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!! reader is wearing a dress, but nothing other than that is specified.

also, this isn't my favorite cg cause i cannot pick one, but it's definitely one of them <3

You feel yourself go still as his hands wrap around you, as his chin hooks over your shoulder. He has you surrounded now, and you know well enough that there's no getting out of this. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide- not in this bunker, not when you're in the hands of God Seven himself.

The heat of his breath tickles your skin and coaxes bumps to come to its surface. You swallow thickly, and you can hear it in your ears when you do- in fact, you can hear almost everything in your ears, including the hammering of your heartbeat. His hands are large enough to splay over your back as he slowly pulls down the zipper of your dress- and this, this you can hear too, every little click that each pair of teeth from the zipper makes resounds in your ears. It's this very sound that seals your fate.

You can feel the fabric slipping down your shoulders almost torturously, grazing against your elbows as it falls down your arms.

Maybe it should scare you, the fact that you're standing almost fully bare in your boyfriend’s arms, but you don’t feel an ounce of fear at all. With hands on his shoulders, thumbs hooked under the collar of his jacket, you rest your head against his as you push his jacket down until it falls to the floor, joining your dress.

As much as Saeyoung wanted to rid himself of the rest of his clothes, this was a game. He had to be patient, had to take a deep breath as he felt the pads of your fingers brush against his muscled abs before you lifted his hoodie off. He cups your cheek and presses his lips against your skin languidly, trailing down until they linger in the crook of your neck.

So that’s how you want to play?

You act as an exact mirror of him, both hands coming up behind his neck to cradle his head, lips leaning in to start kissing right below his jaw, getting lower and lower until you make it to the very same spot he chose to focus on.

Exhaling slowly, the feeling of your warmth makes his little hairs stand on their ends, their own special greeting for you. You can hear it, the way you breathe, the way he breathes, each gentle brush of skin on skin and every little kiss you give each other.

It’s a game.

With an upwards drag of your tongue flat against his neck, his free hand clutches at your shoulder, jaw falling slack to let his teeth graze against your pulse point.

Maybe it’s something beyond your comprehension, something more powerful than the both of you that connects you both together. Maybe it’s all the time you’ve spent together, or maybe it’s simply because you’re the 606 to his 707-

But when you bite down, he does too, teeth sinking into skin, lips latching, sucking; tongues laving down at each other’s fresh bruises, at the matching marks you’ve made for the world to see.

He chuckles darkly against your skin.

This is only the beginning.