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may o request how jumin would react to MC avoiding a family member because of how often they insinuate that she’s not pretty enough?
I miss a lot of family events because of my grandmother making comments about how i good i would look if i just loose weight or wear makeup etc. it tends to make my depression way worse so i just don’t go if i know she’ll be there
hello~ of course! i'm so sorry you have to go through that. people don't have the right to make comments on your body at all, no matter what you look like. you are so gorgeous, i can feel it! if you ever wanna talk about it, i'm always here. your feelings are valid and you deserve to be treated with respect. i hope this can provide some kind of comfort for you <3 *i decided to make this a fanfic instead of a headcanon because i felt it fit the request more. if you would like a headcanon, please request again and i'll be happy to make one.
summary: after a long day of work, jumin comes home to a stressed mc. receiving a phone call from her grandmother, the same one who has insinuated that she’s not pretty for years. once seeing what she’s like firsthand, jumin is appalled and comforts mc.
Good Enough - Jumin x MC
--- "oh god, what are they gonna say now" you thought, as you saw your phone ring with a call coming through from your grandmother. a call from your grandmother never meant anything good. it could end in one of three ways. a) you hang up in tears. b) you're stuck on the phone enduring the screaming from her end. c) your family jumps in to start an argument with you. you can't remember the last time it was anything different. it had been like this since childhood, and you knew it wouldn't improve anytime soon. though to be completely honest, you thought this would've ended once you moved out, and especially once you had gotten married.
the very though of being confronted with your grandmother belittling you was enough to turn you into a frantic haze. getting more worked up with every repeated ring, you started to panic. in a rush deciding which action you would take next, an exhausted jumin walked through the bedroom door. the days amount of work had taken a toll on him, as he began to loosen up his outfit into something more comfortable for the night. walking over to kiss you as he routinely did, he was met with your frantic state. the ringing he had been hearing before now becoming clear to him as he looked over at the source of the noise. your grandmother was calling you, why were you so scared about that? pausing, trying to grasp the situation before speaking "your grandmother is calling". attempting to draw your attention to the phone, he took it to hand it to you directly. yet you smacked it out of his hand in a panic. he couldn't find the words to say next, this wasn't like you. you had never before used physical strength towards him. he was stuck watching as you tried to justify your actions. yet when the calls came to a dead end, you could finally find the ability to breath again. taking a moment to recollect yourself, you spoke. saying "jumin, i didn't mean to do that. i was just in the heat of the moment and wanted to get the phone away." snapping out of his shock, he composed himself. when giving thought to your words, his head began racing with questions. why were you so afraid of your phone just then? and why were you so frantic? responding to your previous words, he spoke "love, are you okay? what's going on? why were you acting so agitated when your grandmother called?". surely something had happened that he wasn't aware of, because there were no other circumstance that would drive you to act like that. taking a deep breathe, you began thinking about how to explain the entire situation to jumin. but as your thoughts deepened about it, you became worried. you knew how much he valued family, always making an effort to show up to events and celebrations no matter the circumstance. would he see you as a coward who couldn't handle her families feedback? or would he think you were over reacting and just wanted sympathy? worse case scenario, you thought he might agree with the nasty things your family said about you. in your logical mind, you knew these thoughts were unrealistic. yet you couldn't stop yourself from worrying about the unrealistic possibilities. mustering up some courage, you began to speak. saying "i always get panicked when my grandmother calls. she's always been incredibly rude to me. ever since i was a child, she'd call me ugly, tell me i needed to lose weight, and say i would never be good enough. it's gotten to the point that i just avoid her". '...she did what?' jumin thought. how could a grandmother be so disrespectful to a child and continue that behavior into their adulthood? had she not recognized how beautiful, smart, and elegant you were? continuing, you said "but.. she keeps calling me every now and then and it always sends me into a panic. because no matter what i do, it never ends well. i either get yelled at on the phone or harassed over text." this was unacceptable. taking a look at your phone he still held in his hand, he saw the notification standing there. "one new voicemail" it read. directing the conversation away from you for a second, he went to play the voicemail. he wanted to see for himself how she had been treating you for the past several years. god.. his ears rung. he could hear nothing but screaming coming through from the other end. he could hardly make out the words, only occasionally picking up on words. "bitch" "whore" "ugly" "fat" "cunt" the list of insults went on. disconnecting the voicemail, he puts the phone down in a numb state. but not long after that, you were found in his embrace as he quickly went to comfort you. "this is unacceptable. how a grandmother could speak in such a foul manner to her grandchild is beyond me. you deserve none of this" he whispered to you as
his lip nearly met your ear. you were so relieved. to have someone who finally understood the heartache it put you through was something you longed for. hence why you couldn't stop the slow stream of tears from escaping your eyes. with a continuous pat on the back, you stood there hugging him for what felt like hours. realistically it was only 15 minutes, yet in those simulated hours, you felt at peace. everything would be okay, you were sure of it. "i'm sorry you had to endure that. i'll make sure she doesn't bother you from now on" he said. you wanted to question how he could make sure of that, but you were too exhausted to go through all the logistics. in pure bliss, your tears eventually dried as you were left in a soft embrace for the rest of the night. meanwhile, jumin was pissed at your grandmother, but he knew better to express it while you were in this state. instead, he decided to take his feelings out in actions. hence why in the earlier hours of the next day while you were still asleep, he contacted luciel to put a program in place. meaning if your grandmother ever tried to contact you, it would connect her to his phone first. therefore, he would be able to confront her without getting you involved. a win win situation. however his main priority remained on you. he would never let you experience a single negative emotion caused by that woman as long as he lived. --- 00:09 - 08/06/21
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someone help this poor baby he can’t focus
Because today’s prompt inspired MLQC content, I’ll publish one of my catch-up ficlets today…
Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Popsicle Licking - Saeran x MC
He didn’t mean to be so dirty-minded. It was supposed to be an innocent afternoon. They hadn't had a lot of alone time together, so she had wanted to bring him a sweet treat while he was working, coding security algorithms for Jumin’s campaign. They had decided on splitting a popsicle, one of his favourite snacks, and she had perched herself on the edge of his desk, chatting with Saeran while they both had their treat.
What he hadn’t expected was for his mind to wander, when their conversation lulled. She was more focused on finishing the icy dessert, but the fact that it was long and cylindrical finally crossed Saeran’s mind. She would lick whatever dripped down the side, before welcoming the length into her mouth, her lips slightly tightening and puckering around the popsicle while she slowly slid it out, again, until he heard a sticky pop and the dessert was free. Again, she lapped up its length, catching drops of sweet liquid, her tongue laving around the end, where more of the treat’s juices had melted, before sticking it into her mouth, again. Saeran could even see the back of her cheeks swell up slightly, before she slid it out again, her lips dragging forward as she sucked on the treat until pop! The treat was released
“…Saeran?”
He twitched, the sound of his name snapping him into the realization that he had been staring at her mouth, his own popsicle starting to drip stickiness onto his hand.
“Are you okay?”
She looked so concerned. Maybe she thought he was having a relapse? He made himself smile reassuringly, but she knew something was off.
“What is it? You can tell me…”
His smile grew into something more genuine. She relaxed a little, but was still a bit stiff when he leaned forward to kiss her. She still wanted to know what he was thinking. But…
“I can’t tell you, yet,” he murmured, tasting fruit sugar mixed in with her natural sweetness, “But I will. Maybe tonight, when the sun goes down…”
—fin—
exactly i’m sorry rent paying corporation my CEO boyfriend is having an existential crisis because of losing his cat and i really have to take care of this
no offense to my real job but i’ve got emails to answer for my fake party planning job while one of my four boyfriends has a crisis about his twin brother joining a cult and that takes up all of my time
is is this not just cannon cannon? like it’s so spot on
Headcannon: when Seven is bored and runs out of things to do he makes elaborate Rube Goldberg machines. Like just to open a can of phd pepper for him or to turn on a fan. And he’ll just have boxes and boxes of random crap like little toy trains, train tracks, gears, clocks, and yards and yards of yarn. And eventually the rfa stumbles upon it and is like ?? You knit?? And instead of explaining he just goes with it

also like i want too

I COULD SLEEP TO JUMIN’S VOICE YA’LL-
I AM THIS CLOSE TO RECORDING ALL HIS CALLS AND JUST PLAYING THEM ON LOOP OH MY GOODNESS-
I’m aromantic asexual in my teens i was pressured to give dating a try, i went on a couple simply because everyone said i would enjoy it my first kiss i had a panic attack because there was so much pressure to feel this way that i just didn’t i kept wondering what was wrong with me why was i so broken everyone else talked about love and sex like it was the only thing that really mattered like it was the end all be all goal and i didn’t want it
my dad told me i should see the doctor to test my hormone and when everything came back normal i was sure that i was just broken my counselor at the time even had me tested for autism because of it. when i finally found the term asexual it felt like i wasn’t alone. there were other people living happy healthy and lost importantly whole lives all without romance or sex it was like someone saw all the pieces of me and said “your not broken your a beautiful mosaic” and everything clicked it finally made sense.
the idea that asexuality is a “disease” is insanely harmful. it’s ridiculously close minded and honestly abhorrent.
i love ur writing i really do
but did ya really have to write the "asexual" mc headcanon? its a disease and shouldnt be glorified plus i doubt asmo woukd get alog with a "asexual" mc since hes lust yk
Thank you, I am glad you enjoy it.
I did it cause someone asked. I think it was pretty brave of them to ask about something so personal and I commend them for that.
I don't know if I would call it a disease. I haven't done too much research into it myself. I just know the definition and some of my friends opinions on being asexual. From what they told me, it is just a way of life.
I really wasn't trying to glorify it, and I am sorry if I seemed like I did. I was just trying to describe it well. People come to me for content to make them feel happy and loved by these boys so that is what I try to make.
I also think Asmo would get a long with everyone. I see him as the type of person to be very accepting of all genders, sexualities, kinks, and other things. More so than most of the other Brothers would.
You can feel any way you want to, but I am going to write him as very accepting and loving. To me lust is more than just sex, it is about the chase.