#mysme events

[juminweek2019]

Jumin Week news!!

FINALLY I was able to finish the master list from last year ;;;;;;

All I can say is that the last months from 2022 were chaotic and I don't remember too much of what happened 🙇 those days (and it wont happen again) (the master list is already queed)

2. The poll results are here, and enough people voted so Jumin Week 2023 is coming!! 😺

The theme voted for this year is the Five Types of Love Language so you can already start working on those prompts! (I'm still not sure what to do for the 2 days missing, one can be free day on Jumin's Birthday, and the other can be voted from the options of the themes that lost (tarot and flowers) idk yet, let me know if you have a suggestion, it could be a short week too)

Jumin Week will start with Jumin's Birthday, as usual, that's the 5 of October so you guys have enough time, the schedule is probably going to be published after the weekend and remember that you can participate with about anything (you can also combine them with other events) , just make the prompts your own and have fun! 😺💜

For The Han!! 👑💜✨

[intr0verted-weird0]

[cloudcountry]

Hey Кролик!!!! I saw you changed your bio, so I think I can still request? Maybe? Idk, tell me if I can't.

I read and reread the rules, so here is what I thought of: absolutely obliterating 707 with snowballs, the poor unsuspecting fool gets hit with way too many snowballs (that's what he gets for being mean to me >:] ) and falls to the ground getting buried for his sins >:))))

Then, he gets a little kiss as an apology because he's my little pookie bear <3

(Make sure to take your time! And eat and drink! I love you! Muah ❤️)

SUMMARY: you take saeyoung completely off guard with a snowball to the back of the head!

WARNINGS: spoilers for seven's route, contemplation of death. ITS FLUFF I PROMISE.

COMMENTS: ignore the fact that i picked the most summer cg ever for him ok HE LOOKED HAPPY. the seven kissers hiveminded you guys are so weird /aff (also abel!!! i love you too!!!!! RAHHHH)

TAGLIST: @haruhar-u since this was also your request <3

It almost seems like the rolling of the snowball in your hands is an absentminded movement, but it's very much intentional. Your eyes are training on the back of your boyfriend’s head—his bright red hair is a beacon in the bright white world around you. It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop (or, alternatively, Saeyoung’s giggles as he sculpts the little snow Elizabeth the Third next to the snow-you and snow-him.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed at how quickly he whipped up snowpeople of everyone. Impressed, but not surprised. You think you even see Vanderwood a little ways back, isolated from everyone else, and you feel a stab of pity for the poor guy.

Working with Saeyoung can’t be easy, but he’s always been nice to you. Even up until the two of you ran away, you know deep down Vanderwood cared for Seven.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts, not wanting to get too caught up in the nitty-gritty of the situation when Saeyoung had it handled. You trusted him to protect the two of you, You know he can. You’re incredibly lucky for each and every day you get to spend at his side, even though you’re nearly always aware that each day could be your last.

But you chose this life when you chose him, and you would have it no other way.

And so, you show your love by winding up and throwing your perfectly crafted snowball as hard as you can at Saeyoung.

It hits him square in the back of the head, wetting his vibrant hair and sliding down until it hits the inside of his hood.

“Yikes!” he yelps, flailing his arms around his back as he springs away from snow-Elizabeth, “Enemy attack! God Seven is down!”

You laugh, already scooping up more snow and pelting him with your (much more sloppy) snowballs. Saeyoung makes a big show of gasping for air and pleading for mercy, occasionally playing dead and waiting for you to come over and poke him before smacking you with snow as well.

It doesn’t take long till the two of you are out of breath, your fingers ice cold but intertwined through your gloves.

“Want to head inside?” you murmur, kissing his snowflake-sprinkled brow, “We can have some of your very special hot chocolate.”

Saeyoung’s eyes light up and he gives you that big goofy grin you fell in love with.

“One thing first.” he whispers, the quiet of his voice exaggerated and theatrical.

And for a moment, you expect a snowball to the face, but he kisses you instead. It’s soft and sweet and tastes like an unholy combination of energy drink powder (which...now that you think about it, likely explains how quickly he crafted everyone out of snow.)

“Now we can go inside.” he laughs softly against your lips, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you inside, where you can be warm and comfortable with the one person you love most.

[marshmallowprotection]

Saeran, honey, what are you doing in the newest Tears of Themis event?

[brighteststar707]

If there's still a slot left, may I request Saeyoung + finding excuses to touch? :3

I've let these mini requests go for too long! I'm sorry for the wait (and hope you'll still see this, nonny) but here we are!

Finding Excuses to Touch

✦ 707 x reader

Saeyoung should know, after all the time you have spent talking, that you don’t need an excuse. He doesn’t need to justify his desire for human touch to you.

But he does anyway.

He plays games with you across the apartment, growls into his phone like he’s an animal about to pounce, then walks it back before he has to get too close to you. There is a moment when you stand across from each other, eyes locked, where you see that bite still in him. He’s keeping himself closed off, but in that moment, you are a hundred percent certain that, with enough prodding, he would deliver on all the threats he had teased you with a few minutes before.

So, you tease him in return. You create excuses for him to come closer to you. The cockroach catching you by surprise gives him permission to properly approach you, to hold your hand in comfort. You play it up, let him feel like the hero, so he will stay just a minute longer.

Despite the fact that you’re the only ones in the apartment, he glances at the door before asking you to sit with him. He moves as if he is expecting someone to come in and punish him for the simple act. When, an hour in, you lean your head on his shoulder, he hesitates before muttering something about his arm being sore and pulling you closer.

The ice between you doesn’t break, it defrosts. Slowly, but surely, you worm your way under his defenses until you catch him instinctively looking around for you when you step away for a minute. Still, the excuses come.

“For luck,” he mumbles into your hair through a tight embrace. You are about to leave the apartment. You give this one to him. You’re going to need all the luck in the world.  

He holds a hand out to help you out of his car on the first pit stop of your road trip – a mask of chivalry that doesn’t distract you from the flush of his cheeks. After the emotional vulnerability of the past few days, this is what makes him blush. You nearly want to tease him about it. Instead, you squeeze his hand and let him lead you into the little corner shop.

You’re perfectly capable of getting out of his car yourself, and you’re sure he knows it too. That doesn’t stop him from appearing at your door every time he pulls the car over for a break.

Then there is a hand on the small of your back as you enter the cabin for the first time (him glancing around, the whisper of you never know barely audible).

It is only that first night, after his work has been set aside and the only noises in the apartment are the whirring of his equipment and the little voice of the tracker that he makes no excuses. Saeyoung is honest with you for the first time, and you welcome it.

[xelasrecords]

The Origin of V's Pseudonym

You know what V really would

[ciaossu-imagines]

Welcome Back Event-ish???

Hello, hello, my lovely constant readers! As some of you might have read in my earlier reply, as of Friday, I have both hands back. They’re not as good yet as they used to be, despite the fact that I’ve always recovered from injuries and sickness monstrously fast in my past (kind of a little upset about that, ngl), but I’m still super stoked about it. I can finally get back on here 😊 I have sincerely missed all of you and I’ve grown to miss the blog and to be genuinely excited to get back on here, with a much better mindset and view towards writing than when I was last on here, which is great for all involved!

So, to celebrate myself a little and to celebrate my return to the blog and my returned love for it, even if it might be very self-centered to celebrate yourself, I’m holding a kind of event. While there’s more prompts, it’s smaller in scale than most of my other ones but that’s what works for me right now. I will admit that a large amount of the prompts I’m accepting for the event are largely fandom-based writing and some admin prompts, but I did my best to toss up a couple general character prompts and a couple NSFW character prompts as well. Again, it really comes down to this being what works best for me at the moment. I will be on tonight to write what I can until my hands either start hurting or I tire myself out, but I’ll accept these requests using the prompts for probably about a week or so. I’m playing it by ear but promise I will post to shut down the event properly when I feel it should be. Until then, please feel free to send in as many requests as you want. As always, you can still send in regular requests – they just might take longer to write and might join the queue, while event asks won’t be going into the queue. Please, guys, I added ‘rules’ I guess you would call them after each prompt, so please try to follow them. I feel I should be twiddling my fingers and gazing up at you all coyly while saying this but please be gentle with me. Please be patient and gentle with me while I get back into writing on the blog and please keep being the amazing people you are 😊

As a note – I’ve finished up reading/watching the source material for 07-Ghost, The Covenant, The Outsiders, and Wind Breaker since my accident. I literally just finished the last updated chapter of Wind Breaker on my manga app this morning (167) and ohhhh my GOD! So fucking good and I’m a little obsessed. I’m also almost done rereading Eyeshield 21 – about 50 more chapters to go because I got distracted while reading it. Even though I know I shouldn’t be showing favouritism, I will admit that requests for any of those fandoms might be the first ones I focus on. However, you can send in requests for any of my 50+ fandoms, a full list of them can be found here 😊 I will still answer them, just saying certain ones might get priority, haha!

The prompts for this event are as follows:

PROMPT #1 - Send me a fandom and up to 5 letters! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters by either mentioning their names or just their group (ie: the Arcobaleno from KHR, the different squads from Bleach, the Guilds from Fairy Tail, etc.)

PROMPT #2 - Send me a fandom! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters by either mentioning their names or just their group (ie: the Arcobaleno from KHR, the different squads from Bleach, the Guilds from Fairy Tail, the teams from Wind Breaker or sports manga, etc.)

PROMPT #3 - Send me a fandom! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters as per the rules explained on above prompts!

PROMPT #4 - Send me a fandom! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters as per the rules explained on above prompts!

PROMPT #5 - Send me a fandom! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters as per the rules explained on above prompts!

PROMPT #6 - Send me a fandom and up to five symbols! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters as per the rules explained on above prompts!

PROMPT #7 - Send me a fandom! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters as per the rules explained on above prompts!

PROMPT #8 - Send me two fandoms!

PROMPT #9 - Send me a fandom!

PROMPT #10 - Send me a fandom group (ie: The Vongola Primo Gen, the Guilds from Fairy Tail, the different squads of Bleach, etc.) and one of the imagines!

PROMPT #11 - Send me fandom! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters as per the rules explained on above prompts!

PROMPT #12 - Send me a fandom! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters as per the rules explained on above prompts!

PROMPT #13 - Send me a fandom! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters as per the rules explained on above prompts!

PROMPT #14 - Send me a fandom!

PROMPT #15 - Send me two fandoms!

PROMPT #16 - Send me a fandom and up to five numbers! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters as per the rules explained on above prompts!

PROMPT #17 - Send me a fandom and up to five letters! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters as per the rules explained on above prompts!

PROMPT #18 - Send me a fandom and up to five numbers! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters as per the rules explained on above prompts!

PROMPT #19 - Send me a fandom and up to five numbers! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters as per the rules explained on above prompts!

PROMPT #20 - Send me a fandom! For fandoms with big casts of characters, please narrow it down to a particular group of characters as per the rules explained on above prompts!

PROMPT #21 - Give me six characters!

PROMPT #22 - Send only one character at a time please!

PROMPT #23 - Send me five characters!

PROMPT #24 - For the admin's opinions haha!

PROMPT #25 - Because it would be cute, haha!

PROMPT #26 (CHARACTER PROMPT) - Send one character at a time please!

PROMPT #27 (CHARACTER PROMPT) - Send one character at a time please!

PROMPT #28 (CHARACTER PROMPT) - Send one number and up to three characters at a time please OR one character and up to three numbers at a time!

PROMPT #29 (CHARACTER PROMPT) - Send one symbol and up to three characters at a time OR one character and up to three numbers at a time!

PROMPT #30 (CHARACTER PROMPT) - Send one number and up to three characters at a time OR one character and up to three numbers at a time!

PROMPT #31 (CHARACTER NSFW PROMPT) - Send one letter and up to three characters at a time OR one character and up to three letters at a time!

PROMPT #32 (CHARACTER NSFW PROMPT) - Send up to three characters at a time!

PROMPT #33 (CHARACTER NSFW PROMPT) - Send one gem and up to three characters at a time OR one character and up to three gems at a time!

[mysmegrace]

saeyoung choi dressing up as the nun from the conjuring for halloween to visit yoosung and stare down at him from his ceiling, making him run away from his home screeching, will never not amuse me

[hoesoflamentation]

𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕪'𝕤 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥 | 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕠𝕤! (𝟙𝟠+ 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪)

HOW TO PLAY:

bake me a birthday cake! choose 2-3 ingredients from my lists of faves below & put them in my ask box to bake. i'll be taking requests until the end of july 2024, or when i reach 26 requests (for my 26th birthday!)

RULES & TERMS:

18+ only. i MUST be able to verify your age in order for you to participate. if you wish to be anonymous in my asks, you MUST message me so i can confirm your age.

2-3 "ingredients" (categories) per request. no more, no less. you may request either a fandom OR a character. if you request a fandom, i will choose the character! any adult or aged-up character from that fandom is fair game.

no "secret ingredients" allowed! (i.e. no requesting the inclusion of additional elements that aren't listed below). an exception is if you would specifically like to request gn! or afab! reader. i do not write m! or amab! reader.

INGREDIENTS LIST:

𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣 (fandoms)

jjk

obey me!

haikyuu!

mysme

atla

tokrev

hxh

yashahime

monster prom

𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕣 (characters)

levi (om!)

mammon (om!)

oikawa (hq)

kuroo (hq)

mikey (tokrev)

draken (tokrev)

nanami (jjk)

sukuna (jjk)

geto (jjk)

zuko (atla)

hisoka (hxh)

inuyasha (yh)

damien (mp)

𝕖𝕘𝕘𝕤 (k!inks)

ddlg

tentacles / monster-fuck!ng

spanking / paddling

hitting / slapping

biting / marking

bondage

knife play

yandere

𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕜 (prompts)

"happy birthday, princess"

"this is the best gift i could have asked for"

"now close your eyes and blow out the candles"

"are you ready for your surprise?"

"i wanted to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday"

"i'm going to make this the best birthday you've ever had"

"wait 'til you see your real present"

"my wish just came true"

MESSAGE ME TO JOIN THE TAGLIST !! I MUST BE ABLE TO VERIFY YOUR AGE

[juminhandfs]

That's not Elly, that's Louis XVI the family dog...

[yoosungisbabie]

on call - day one

welcome to Jumin Week 2023! I know I've been gone for a long time, but this event always manages to bring me back. I hope you all are doing well, and I hope you enjoy all the works that will be shared during this wonderful week!

@juminweek2019

jumin x mc

rating: T - for teen and up audiences

prompt: free day!

warnings: female pronouns used for mc/reader ♡

word count: 3,266

ao3 link

“I just got out of the shower,” she finally said, making Jumin falter even further. His mind stuttered, multiple questions surfacing as he blinked quickly. “What does that have to do with this?” he wondered aloud, unable to stop himself before he could even think through his own question. She sputtered out a tense laugh, the noise tickling his senses even though he was on high alert. “Jumin, I’m na— I’m not…clothed? Gosh,” she sighed, and Jumin blinked quickly, shaking his head to clear his mind. Of course that was what she meant.

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Jumin slowly twisted his pen closed, placing it back in the pen cup next to his monitor. He let his eyes scan over his paperwork and the correspondence pulled up on his computer, assessing whether or not he could consider his task done.

Just as he decided he was satisfied with the outcome, his phone began to vibrate violently in his pocket. It was rare that clients or business partners dialed his personal phone during working hours, so he reached into his suit’s inner pocket out of curiosity.

Flipping it over in his hand, he felt his eyebrows raise at the caller ID. His fingers twitched, and he hesitated for a brief moment before he accepted the call.

“Hello, MC. I’m at my office, but I have a moment to take your call,” he said, unable to help the small smile that began to spread across his lips.

“Hi, Jumin,” she sighed, sounding less than pleased. His anticipation to hear her voice chilled into concern, his posture tightening minutely.

“What’s wrong?” he asked immediately, disregarding any questions in his mind about why he felt so panicked.

“Oh, nothing!” she replied quickly, pausing and letting out another breath. “I just, um…” She pulled the phone away from her face to clear her throat.

“I need help with…something,” she spoke slowly, sounding very unsure. The whole situation had him unsettled, and he immediately stood from his chair, placing a steadying hand on his desk.

“What is it?” he wondered sternly, running through a mental checklist of personnel he trusted.

“I forgot something in my apartment, and I…can’t get it,” she continued, her voice strained.

“Are you injured? You sound like you are in pain,” he said worriedly, pressing his lips together as his mind raced.

“No, I’m fine, but um,” she clarified, calming him only slightly. “I forgot my towel.”

“No problem. I can send someone over immediately,” he said, pushing his chair aside and beginning towards his office door. “What instructions would you like me to give them?”

“No, you don’t have to— I mean,” she started, taking a deep breath. Jumin hesitated where he stood, waiting for her to continue.

“I just got out of the shower,” she finally said, making Jumin falter even further. His mind stuttered, multiple questions surfacing as he blinked quickly.

“What does that have to do with this?” he wondered aloud, unable to stop himself before he could even think through his own question.

She sputtered out a tense laugh, the noise tickling his senses even though he was on high alert.

“Jumin, I’m na— I’m not…clothed? Gosh,” she sighed, and Jumin blinked quickly, shaking his head to clear his mind. Of course that was what she meant.

“And you’re in a first-floor apartment,” he continued quietly, pushing his hair from his forehead. He tried to ignore the way his cheeks had warmed or the distracting route his mind was taking.

“Right, and I just need someone to grab my towel or even some clothes,” she sighed, sounding relieved that someone finally understood her predicament.

“Please send me your address. I will be there within 15 minutes,” he said decidedly, buttoning his jacket closed with one hand and pulling open his office door.

“What? Jumin, you don’t personally have to come, I just thought—“

“Nonsense. There are little to no staff members I would trust with this task,” he said as if his assistance was the only solution to her problem. In actuality, there were many more solutions that didn’t interrupt his workday, and he knew it.

“I suppose,” she relented, and he exhaled with finality, motioning to Jaehee as he strode past her.

“Okay, um. My towel! It’s in the laundry basket on the couch in the living room. I think,” MC said, and he made a mental note as he stepped into the elevator.

“And is your apartment door unlocked?” he wondered, hoping that her unprecedented entrance into the RFA had taught her even a little about prioritizing her safety.

“Oh. No…” she muttered, and he couldn’t hold back a crooked smile. Imagining her befuddled face brought only one word to mind. Cute.

“I’ll call a locksmith to meet me at your apartment,” he smiled, hearing her inhale quickly just before he pulled his phone away from his ear to multitask.

“No, it’s okay! I have a hidden key,” she provided, making his eyebrows furrow.

“I would suggest that you remove that in the future, but surprisingly, it will solve some of our problems today,” he said after a moment of thought. Unexpectedly, she cursed quietly, making Jumin pause as the elevator doors opened.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she sighed. Jumin placed a hand against the door of the elevator, holding it open for a moment longer while he listened.

“Why?” he wondered, glancing around the parking garage until he watched Driver Kim pull forward to where he stood.

“I did something as dumb as forgetting my towel, and you’re going through all of this just to help,” she muttered. He could hear the way her lips were pouted through the phone, and it made him all the more anxious to render aid and arrive to her quickly.

“Humans can be very forgetful,” he offered, pulling open the car door and sliding in smoothly. He pulled his phone away from his face to put it on speaker, copying her address from their private message thread and forwarding it to Driver Kim. Putting his phone back up to his ear, he continued.

“I once forgot a client's date of birth during a business meeting and could have made them extremely uncomfortable,” he began, pulling his seatbelt over his lap and buckling it as the car pulled away.

“Luckily, I remembered not a moment too soon that they were born on August the 7th, and I redeemed myself. Not that they knew I had forgotten,” he said, raising his eyebrows as he heard her begin to laugh.

“I didn’t realize I was being funny,” he said, more to himself than to her. She caught her breath, giggling once more before responding.

“Thank you for cheering me up, Jumin,” she said warmly, making him reevaluate what he had said to her. Was that what he’d done?

“I’ll let you go now, but please arrive safely,” she said before he could reply, and he cleared his throat, nodding to himself.

“I will,” he agreed, hearing her hum in contentment.

“And thank you, again,” she breathed, chuckling lightly. He hesitated, fighting the inclination to answer her gratitude with dismissal, wanting to say that it was nothing. It started a strange sensation in his chest as he realized it wasn’t that he didn’t mind helping, but that he wanted to.

“I’ll be there soon,” was all he could say in reply, slightly disappointed in himself when he hung up instead of waiting for her to say her final goodbye.

The car ride there was all too short and much too long as he drowned in his own thoughts. Was he the first person she had called? Did this kind of thing happen often? What other things was she forgetful about? Who else would she have reached out to if he were unavailable?

Once they arrived and he stepped foot outside of his vehicle, Jumin tried to keep his thoughts clinical, focusing on the task at hand and not the way it was making him feel.

He entered the lobby with one of his security guards, glancing at the attendants behind the desk briefly and nodding. They gaped at him in silence as he walked to the elevator.

Once they arrived on her floor, Jumin instructed his guard to wait for him by the elevator doors. He then felt his heart begin to beat in a way he wasn’t quite familiar with. It only persisted as he approached her apartment, his chest feeling tight and warm in an almost uncomfortable way.

He double-checked the number on the door just above the peephole, pausing when he realized that she hadn’t told him where her hidden key was. Scanning the area, he hesitantly reached to feel along the top of the doorway and tapped lightly on the dusty surface until he bumped the key with his fingers. Pulling it down to eyesight, he frowned, wondering why she would put herself in danger in such a way.

He knocked thrice, pausing briefly before pushing the key into the lock and turning it until it clicked. Pressing his lips together in anticipation, he slowly opened the door.

“Please excuse me,” he spoke softly, stepping inside and taking the key from the lock. He closed the door behind himself, looking around quickly.

Her apartment wasn’t very large, but it was decorated in a way that confirmed without a doubt that she indeed lived there. It felt refreshing, with colors that reminded him of her and open spaces, and he could see little touches that were undoubtedly hers. He felt some of the tension in his chest fade, placing the key down on the table near the door and thinking of all the security measures he would like to talk with her about.

Looking down, he instinctively began taking his shoes off. Once he had, he glanced around for a pair of extra slippers for him to use, finding only a small pair of pink, flowery ones. He slipped them on, feeling the back ends hit his heels and wondering if he should just continue in his socks. Feeling strangely apprehensive, he stepped further into her apartment in her slippers, reminding himself of the task at hand.

“MC?” he called out, scanning the apartment to find where she could be. He noticed a closed door as he stepped through to her living area, nearly bumping into the back of her couch. Remembering her instructions, he looked down to see a basket overflowing with clean laundry sitting on the couch. He paused, seeing undergarments in the basket as well as towels and clothes. As carefully as he could, he picked out a blue towel, managing to lift it from the basket without disturbing anything else.

He folded the bath towel over his arm, glancing back to the door where he thought he was hearing movement from.

“MC? It’s Jumin,” he said, wondering why his jaw felt stiff.

“Jumin?” she called out from behind the door, making his eyes widen. He forced himself to take another step forward, clearing his throat.

“Yes, it’s me,” he replied, stopping a few paces from the door.

“Thank goodness,” he heard her sigh. His relief quickly turned into gripping tension when the doorknob began to turn. His eyes widened briefly before he shut them tight, turning his head and making sure he still had the towel.

“I have your towel here,” he spoke, his voice coming out strained. He heard the door open, feeling the humidity from the shower rush out to meet him.

“Thank you so much, Jumin,” she said, a smile of relief evident in her voice. He couldn’t reply just yet, taking the towel and handing it out toward her voice. When he extended his arm fully, his hand bumped hers, making his eyes fly open before he could even think.

Luckily, it was only her forearm that was extended past the door. She felt around blindly until she found the towel, his hand lingering in the empty air as he watched her close the door.

“I really appreciate it,” she reiterated, her voice muffled. “I can’t thank you enough, really. I feel so bad that you came all the way here.” He composed himself again, picking a small, blue string from his sleeve with shaky hands.

“It’s no bother at all,” he said loudly enough for her to hear. “Is there anything else you need while I’m here?” he found himself asking, his hands tensing at the thought of making her uncomfortable or overstaying his welcome.

“Oh no, not at all,” she answered quickly, her voice moving farther from the door.

“Alright, then I’ll be on my way,” he said, sparing another glance at the door before starting towards the exit.

“Jumin!” she called, startling him. He rushed back over to the door, his hand lingering just above the metal of the doorknob.

“Yes? What is it?” he pressed, resting his other hand against the wood of the door.

“Do you have time to stay?” she wondered, surprising him so fully that he was silent for a moment.

“Stay?” was all he could get out, his mind racing much too quickly.

“I haven’t seen you since the party, so if you would give me just a minute to get dressed?” she asked, making his eyebrows furrow together. She just wanted to see him?

“O-of course,” he nodded, backing away from the door just a bit.

“Unless you’re busy?” she prompted.

“I have time,” he responded quickly, feeling his thoughts bouncing around uncontrollably.

“Okay! Please make yourself at home,” she said, her smile present in his mind as she spoke.

Jumin stepped fully away from the door, ignoring the way his phone began to buzz more and more often in his pocket.

He took another look around, glancing at the large windows that looked out over the courtyard of the apartment complex. After a moment, he reached up and pulled just the sheer curtains closed, hoping that would make her feel more at ease.

He was drawn towards her television that was mounted on the wall, seeing a plethora of framed pictures on the console beneath it. Scanning each one, he stopped when he landed on the group photo of the RFA that had been taken at the party. It had taken a few minutes to get everyone in one place and to get a picture that everyone was satisfied with, but the picture she had framed was not the final picture they had all decided on. Instead, she had chosen one where everyone was bickering about where to stand, how to pose, and what Luciel should and shouldn’t be doing. He hadn’t gotten to look through all of the photos taken that day, but this still in particular felt like something he needed to have for himself. In the photo, he noticed that his gaze was focused on MC completely, and the expression he was wearing was not one he believed he’d ever seen on himself.

The door opening behind him startled him out of his thoughts, making him jump and turn to look. He turned back around just as quickly, seeing MC begin to step out in just her towel. His hands trembled slightly, the tips of his ears feeling all too warm.

“Nearly done, sorry! Just grabbing some clothes,” she explained, the soft sound of her feet against the wood floor disappearing down the hall towards what he guessed was her room. He was glad he hadn’t wandered in that direction.

Opening his eyes slowly, he focused his thoughts on the photo in front of him once more. Although the party had been less mundane than in the past, the only thing that got him through was seeing MC flourish in that party hall. Apart from looking stunning, she was kind, friendly, and wildly charismatic that night. It was a miracle in motion for Jumin, and it was truly a shame that they hadn’t seen each other since that night.

He turned away from the photo, hoping to distance himself from the surge of emotion that was building in his core that he couldn’t name. She stepped out of her room just then, looking excited to see him as she lit up with a beautiful smile.

The wave of emotion he’d tried to elude washed over him almost painfully, freezing his muscles in place. He was unable to stop the thoughts rushing through his mind, pressing his lips together as he mentally formed a very concerning one.

Is this what love feels like?

He didn’t know what romantic love meant, he only knew that he had decided never to engage in it. Whatever was happening to him right then didn’t feel wrong, but he also couldn’t quite put a label on it. He just knew that he wanted to keep seeing her, no matter what it meant.

“It’s so good to see you again,” she grinned, moving quickly towards him as he tried to regain control of himself. He felt his lips pull back into a smile, his shoulders relaxing and his hands losing their fists.

“Likewise,” he breathed out, watching her blink at him with wide eyes.

“I don’t mean to keep you long, I just…” she started, dropping her smile and then immediately turning her lips upward into another one, almost as if she too couldn’t help herself. “I wanted to see you,” she finished quietly, completely unaware of the way her small admittance made his heart stutter in his chest.

“Anytime,” he nodded without hesitation, watching her meet his eyes in confusion.

“I know how busy you are,” she said, raising her eyebrows for him to agree.

“Anytime. Really,” he repeated, thinking to himself that no matter the issue, he would drop anything if she was the one who was calling. He watched as she pulled her eyes from his and met them again multiple times, her smile growing timid. He blinked, taking his eyes from her and wondering if he was making her uncomfortable.

“Thank you, again,” she said to break the silence, bowing to him and making him frown.

“There’s no need for that,” he said quickly, taking a step forward and drawing her attention down to the ill-fitting slippers on his feet. She grinned, straightening up again and softening at him.

“You’re very kind, Jumin. I admire that about you,” she continued. He felt himself reaching to adjust his cufflinks, signaling to himself that he needed a change of scenery or he would more than likely do something he would regret.

“MC,” was all that left his lips, making her smile falter and the air grow thick around them.

“Well, I shouldn’t keep you. Please get back safely,” she smiled, wringing her hands together. He nodded, breaking eye contact with her and turning himself towards the door.

“I hope to see you again soon,” he said, seeing her shoulders move towards her ears from the corner of his vision. “I have many topics I’d like to discuss with you. Such as security,” he continued, trying to shift his mind away from the precarious edge at which he’d found himself.

“Security?” she repeated, watching him bend down to place her slippers back where he had found them. Stepping into his shoes, he hummed in agreement.

“You never told me where your key was,” he continued, raising an eyebrow at her and watching as her lips tightened in chagrin. Before a moment had passed, her expression broke into laughter, making another effortless smile stretch onto his lips.

“I’ll be more careful,” she chuckled, taking the key from the table and turning it over in her hands. He nodded, feeling his sternum buzz at the thought of returning to her apartment in the future.

“I’m counting on it,” he said softly, bowing slightly before he opened the door and stepped through. She let it close behind him, not saying another word.

Jumin couldn’t help but linger by her door, his back to it as he convinced himself to keep moving. Once he finally found it in himself to do so, he started back towards the elevator and pulled his phone out, checking his calendar for his next available free day.

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hello! thank you all so much for reading!! I have been absolutely not on tumblr at all, but like I said, I can't stay away from Jumin Week <3 if you enjoyed this, please consider liking and reblogging! it really means a lot to me, especially if you leave a note in the notes or in your tags!

again, thank you so much, and I hope you all have a great day!

Mel x

[ticklygiggles]

Can I ask Zen (Mystic messenger) x reader, romantic 🧚‍♂️✨ I just love him so much and I miss him 😞

Thank you so much, no pressure! Love your blog <33

[You & I event - entries closed!]

A/N: Thank you very muuuch! I'm happy you enjoy my blog hehe. And omg I miss the mystic boys so much too! I've been wanting to play again, but mystic is so draining omg. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

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You weren't the jealous type. You knew perfectly well that Zen had many fans who loved him unconditionally, whether it was because of his talent or his beauty or both. You loved Zen too, not just for what everyone saw, but also for everything he really was. His fears and insecurities, his joys, dreams and goals, you had the joy of enjoying that and more. It was simply unnecessary to feel jealous when you had a Zen that no one knew. 

But you were also human and, famous or not, Zen was your beloved boyfriend, so maybe it was normal to feel a little jealous from time to time, right? Especially when certain ladies had no shame. 

It was a little cold that day, but you and Zen decided to have a small picnic on his day off. Zen was excited, it had been a long time since he had the opportunity to enjoy a whole day with you and you were too. You had missed him and you hoped to enjoy that picnic until the last moment. 

Everything was going well. Zen had decided that the theme of your picnic would be autumn, your outfits matched, and the coffee was still hot. Many photos had been taken and there was still time before leaving. Everything was perfect, until you noticed a group of girls sitting right next to you two.

At first you didn't care about it, you had a lot of other things to do with your boyfriend, but after a while, you couldn't help but notice the furtive glances they were giving to Zen. Their eyes shone when they saw him and they giggled like silly girls, whispering who knows what to each other. 

Maybe because you hadn't spent quality time with Zen in a while, these girls' behavior made you a little angry. And that possessive side that usually didn't come out, vibrated inside you. It was pretty obvious that you and Zen were in a relationship, but if these ladies didn't realize it, then you were more than happy to show them. 

"You look so handsome today," you said, loud enough for the girls to hear you. "These colors really suit you."

Zen looked at you with bright eyes, the most adorable blush spreading across his cheeks. "A-Ah, jagiya, you already said that! You just want to make me feel shy, don't you?" He giggled shyly, covering his beautiful smile with one of his hands. 

You smiled tenderly, grabbing his hand and chuckling when the ladies gasped. 

"I'm just telling the truth, Zenny. You are so handsome, how can I be so lucky to date someone like you?"

Zen laughed, his fair skin getting more pink as he held your hand back. "N-Nohow, why are you acting like this? Do you want my face to explode? Really, you!" He hid his smile with his free hand and you pouted. 

"Why do you keep hiding your smile, hmm?" You reached out to squeeze his side, making him squeal as he brought his arm down. "I want to see it!" You said, squeezing him again. 

"Ahahaha! J-Jagiyahah! Stohop teheasing me! You know I'm very ticklish!"

Your cheeks flushed. Oh, how could he be so adorable?! He would basically brush it off whenever someone complimented him, but if you did, he would become a blushy, giggly mess like this. 

You almost forgot that you were putting on a show for your spectators, you smirked, letting go of Zen's hand to grab his thin waist, making him squeak and giggle brightly as you started tickling him. 

"Ah, you certainly are very ticklish, huh? I think it just slipped my mind!" 

"N-Nohoho! Hohohonehehey! This ihihis unfahahair!" He giggled, trying to fight your tickly hands, but failing miserably as he fell on his back against the beautiful blanket under you both. 

"This is your fault, Zenny. You were hiding your precious smile from me! Now, I deserve to see it." Your hands traveled to his ribs and he kicked his legs with a cackle. 

"Not thehehere, nohohot there! You've seheheheen my s-smihihile!" He grabbed your arms, weakly pushing at them. "Nohohot my rihihibs plehehease!"

You giggled at his reaction. You were being gentle, just squeezing and poking here and there, but Zen was simply too ticklish for his own good. Agh, you needed to take a picture of his cute laughing face! 

"I have, indeed, but now I want to see it even more! Should I tickle you up here?" 

Zen shrieked when one of your hands moved higher, from his ribs towards his armpit. He pressed his arms tightly to his sides, not wanting to give you any space to climb to his weakest spot.

Zen shook his head, laughing nearly hysterically. "Plehehease! Anywhehehere but thehehere! Y-You knohohow I cahan get pretty lohohoud! Plehehease, Jahagiyaha!" 

You laughed, moving your hands back down to tickle his ribs. "Stop being so cute! You'll make me want to tickle you even more!" 

"I'll dihihihie!" 

Despise your words, your fingers actually slowed down until they stopped completely, and as Zen caught his breath, you leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss. He had to pull apart quickly, however, feeling breathless after laughing so much.

"You okay, baby?" You ask softly, brushing his bangs back. "Do you need some water? Let me just- haah! Z-Zen!"

You squeaked in surprise when Zen suddenly grabbed your waist and changed positions, now him hovering you with a wide smirk. You gulped, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

"Now, silly baby, don't think I didn't notice you were doing all of that because those girls were looking at us."

You quickly looked over at the girls and were surprised when you found they were gone! You had completely forgotten about them while you were tickling Zen! How disappointing. 

You huffed, trying to ignore the heat covering your cheeks as you looked back at him. "They were look at you and, I remind you, you are mine." 

His cheeks surely turned red and he stuttered a bit before he spoke again: "O-Of course I'm yours! And that's why you don't have to feel jealous! You're acting silly and for that…" 

"N-Nohohahaha! I'm sorry! I'm sohohohorry!" 

Zen chucked, "oh, yes you will very sorry right after I'm done with you!" 

You deserved it, but it didn't matter, Zen could tickle you until he was satisfied because at the end of the day, he was yours and you were his! 

[intr0verted-weird0]

Mint Eye Idol Project 🎸 2023

[cloudcountry]

EVENT TIME???? c. can i. can i um. so hear me out rfa party but theres mistletoe and um. yoosung. is this a cliche prompt yes but i DONT CARE

also apologies if i read the dates wrong !! i am blind and if im sending this too early then i apologize <333

SUMMARY: You can tell the RFA planned something for you and Yoosung. You're just waiting for him to make a move.

WARNINGS : none!! :D

COMMENTS: mistletoe kisses will ALWAYS be so cute DONT EVEN WORRY

Something is off.

You’re happy the preparations for the RFA party are going well, especially since it’s the last one of the year. A banquet of winter-themed desserts and savory snacks had been set out to the side, along with festival centerpieces on each table.

There had even been mistletoe hung around the room, much to Jaehee’s chagrin—she believed it was too unprofessional, and you were inclined to agree with her. But in this world, majority rules, and with Zen, Yoosung, and Saeyoung wanting to keep the mistletoe up and Jumin abstaining, they stayed.

But that wasn’t the part that was bothering you.

What was bothering you were the probing looks both Zen and Saeyoung had been sending you the whole party, and how Yoosung had been avoiding you entirely.

You weren’t dense. You had a feeling it had something to do with the mistletoe and the crush you’d long suspected he’d harbored for you, but he was still mourning Rika and you didn’t want to seem arrogant by asking him something as bold as that.

And so, you kept it to yourself.

Soon enough, Jaehee goes to get the guests and Jumin follows her. Zen goes to talk to the press, and Saeyoung leaves to go meet the Long Cat meme he asked you to invite. Before you know it, you’re left alone with Yoosung, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find some twisted enjoyment in watching him squirm.

“Hey, uh...would you like to head over and grab some drinks?” Yoosung asks, pink dusting his cheeks as he jabs his thumb towards the banquet table.

Giving him your best winning smile, you nod.

“Sure, Yoosung.” you say, linking your arm with his and allowing him to guide you over.

Once again, you aren’t dense. You can clearly see the mistletoe hanging above the end of the banquet table that has all the drinks, and you don’t miss the shake in Yoosung’s arm either. He shakes even after you’re both standing directly under it, even after he's poured you a drink, and even after you’ve poured his (both of you had insisted—if any of the other members were around you, you’re certain they would have teased Yoosung.)

But you know him. And you know his confession is imminent, and that he will tell you how he feels when he’s ready.

Patience is key.

And that patience pays off when he whispers your name.

Suddenly, it's like the rest of the party disappears, because Yoosung has set down his drink and you’ve set down yours because you know, and he’s slowly taking your hands in his and staring at your intertwined fingers because he can’t look at you.

“Would you like to kiss under the mistletoe?” he asks, eyes finally meeting yours, and on his face you see his bashful, boyish smile.

“Of course. I thought you’d never ask.” you beam, and before he can allow the shock of you reciprocating to get to him, you kiss him right on the mouth, guiding his clumsy lips as they fumble over yours.

Yoosung doesn’t know how to kiss. But he can learn, and he will, because you’ll kiss him every day from now on.

[juminweek2019]

I'm on college right now with a deadline hanging over my head, but Jumin Week 2023 anyone?

Let me know if there's enough people interested, I know the fandom is dead tho 🥺

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Uhmmm okay!! I think I'd like to request surprise kisses with our coffee wife Jaehee 😘 Missing her lately... Her lips probably taste like coffee too <3

Thank you for the request Mia! I love every chance I get to write our lovely coffee wife <3

Ps. I hope you're doing well! I've been writing this fic in brief snippets of time between life things and every time I think about you!

Surprise Kisses

✦ Jaehee x reader

You're seated precariously on a counter in the kitchen of the old café that only recently has officially become yours. Your legs are crossed and you're watching Jaehee pace back and forth across the little room.

She's talking you through her latest discussion with the contractors, how - finally, after so much back and forth - they had managed to come to an agreement.

Her hair is held away from her face by a mismatched array of pins, a consequence of the awkward phase her hair's in. In her frenzy, some of her baby hairs have escaped the pins and are now resting back on her forehead. Every so often, she stops and punctuates her sentences with a frustrated puff of air that sends them flying.

It’s an adorable sight.

There's a kettle you just filled sitting on the hob next to you, on your other side two mugs prepared for tea. It's a spare from your old apartment, before your move to her flat made it redundant. You had a feeling it'd make the new cafe more homely, in anticipation of all the nights you know you'll be spending working in it.

There's also a box of pastries Jaehee secured on her way over from a popular bakery across town that you've been eyeing since she brought it in. This afternoon is meant to be a study session; drinking tea and tasting an array of different pastries and taking notes.

"If we are going to become the best at pastries, we have to learn from the best," she had told you. You have no complaints about this manner of study. You'd take any excuse to spend time with her over a cup of tea and a new tasty treat.

Jaehee is getting worked up over a particular detail of her story, one you've heard before. Old contractors, unhelpful and uncommunicative. Her cheeks are pink and her voice goes high like it does when she's passionate about something.  

You watch her pace back and forth again, a pitiful few steps before she has to turn on her heel and walk back.

On her return, you gently stick out your leg so it stops her in her path.

“Hey, just one thing?”

“Hm?”

She turns to you, mid-sentence, quizzical. You know she is still caught up in her story, probably more confused by your interruption than anything.

It's an easy thing, really, to lean forward and catch her lips with yours. You can feel her surprised exhale and a satisfied hum that makes her lips buzz and it all together makes you giddy.

It breaks the spell of her tizzy and when you pull away, she looks at you properly. There is a beautiful pink tinge in her cheeks that is fervour and now also giddiness.

It's the first time you've caught her by surprise in a long time. It's deeply satisfying.

“That’s all. What happened next with the contractors?”

You say it with a gleeful smile and a light tone that you know is bound to make her smile too.

You’re right. She returns your smile and picks up the thread of her story again. This time, though, instead of pacing, she stands right in front of you, her hands resting on your knees.