Reblog If You're A Fanfic Writer And You Wanna Know What Your Followers' Favorite Story Of Yours Is

Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

poor zen, wanting to be 6' so bad and there's jumin, with the height he so desires. that's gay

every other height in the 5 foot range is respectable but 5'11 is nothing. its the shortest height of them all. you want to be 6' sooooo bad and yet here we are

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 you 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.

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.”

mystictober day 10: seven x mc + space station

seven x mc + space station

words: 638

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!! this i dedicate to jay, @galaxytastes, my one and only starboy. THANK YOU for bringing dear sev into my life.

You're on the moon.

This, you know because of the view of Earth before you- an image you had only ever seen on screen was right before your very eyes. Below you were craters of moondust, and you stand to look outside the glass pane that separates you from the moon’s atmosphere.

Fifteen.

There are fifteen little redhead children running around in circles, leaving clouds in their wake. They don’t seem to be wearing any spacesuits, nor you for that matter- a quick glance at your reflection confirming what you had already suspected. You were in your normal clothes.

“Honey?” a familiar voice calls out, reverberating against the steel walls of the vessel you stand in. Whipping your head around to face him, you greet your husband with a smile, beckoning him to join you. And here he was: the king of the redheads himself, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You should stop letting them have that stuff,” you hear yourself say matter-of-factly. “I know that’s what you just did.”

“What? Nonsense, angel! It’s important that they know what the superior soda is before anyone else can change their wee little minds! Even if they have to share one can,” he chuckles proudly, puffing his chest out.

“Sev,” your voice carries that tone reserved for situations like this. “We’re the only ones here. No one can tell them that anything’s better than PhD Pepper… except maybe me,” you giggle, and he shakes his head before wrapping his arms around your waist, carrying you to the other end of your moon-house.

“Oh yes, you…”

Your cries and protests are only met with tickles before he finally sets you down in front of a giant telescope.

“I wanna show you something,” Saeyoung whispers with a wicked grin, eyebrows wiggling in excitement.

“What did you do this time, huh?”

“Look into the telescope, my star.”

And so, you do, but not without giving him a look of suspicion.

You’re met with the sight of your name. Beside his, and now your, surname.

Toggling with the lenses, you zoom the telescope out a little bit to see what your married name had been on: a mountain. On Earth.

Your mouth falls into a gasp. Blindly, you reach over to smack his arm. “No, no you didn’t-”

He adjusts his glasses with a smirk that you can’t see.

“Why yes, yes I did, with the help of my trusty laser. Now everyone will know that I married you at the space station,” his voice goes from pride to fondness, pulling you away from the telescope and into his arms.

“Earth knows I love you. Mars is next,” a hushed whisper from your husband as he leans down to capture your lips with his in a chaste kiss. You feel yourself sigh against him as he pulls away, squeezing both of your hands.

“Naming all those stars was enough, you know?” you mumble, blushing.

“No way! I told ya, all the planets in the galaxy should know!” he chuckles and rubs your arms, kissing your forehead.

He feels warmer this time. You feel this forehead kiss even more than the one earlier and-

Your eyes fly open, met with the sight of your boyfriend pulling himself away from your face. He jumps back, glasses askew with a hand clutching at his chest.

You blink at your surroundings, at Saeyoung’s monitors glowing behind him, at the walls of the bunker- the chip crumbs on his side of the bed.

“Woah there angel, you scared me!” he laughs, coming back to cuddle you again.

“I dreamt of you,” you say, your voice a faraway thing while you try to sink back into reality.

“Of me?” he says overdramatically, his hand returning to its position on his chest. “What did this lucky alien boy do to make it in your dreams, huh?”

Seven ruffles your hair gently and presses a kiss to your shoulder before hooking his chin over it, awaiting your response.

“There were fifteen baby tomatoes, the moon, and a laser.”

“Tell me everything.”

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