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Welcome to FYSJ Stories, where you can find 3 to 5 sentence drabbles and short stories with your favorite Super Junior ships! Prompts are provided by our as well as the admins. Ask and submission boxes are currently open!

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FYSJS Admin Applications

Hey y’all, it’s Admin Mara. Well, this was going to happen sooner or later. So, FYSJS is opening up admin applications...again! There’s basically no limit to how many people can be accepted, because we need all the help we can get. Applying is open to all who believe they are worthy. Prove your worth at any time between today (February 24th) and the end of time. We will be looking at applications as they come in, and sending out emails notifying people who have qualified for the trial run, so that there’s less work for both of us. But I won’t say any more here. Requirements are below; good luck, and happy applying!

You must:

find time to write every single day, and prove it in order to stay on the blog.

Admin Karen and I will organize a trial run of sorts for new admins to test their competence. During this trial run (which may last a few days to a week depending on our final decision) potential new admins will be required to fill a certain number of prompts in a certain amount of time. Stories that are well-written and appropriate will be posted to the blog as a way to introduce new writers to our readers, so first impressions are crucial! The requirements will vary with the number of applicants who are accepted; if there are a lot of applicants who are accepted, these conditions will become more lenient, and vice versa.

be familiar with Super Junior and their personalities in order to write realistically about them.

be able to write under stress, and write well.

keep up with our tagging system and general blog rules.

communicate with the other currently active admins (myself and Admin Karen) if you need to do so for any reason at all.

be able to meet all of these conditions easily. If you find that you cannot do so, do not apply.

IMPORTANT: If you are accepted, but anything changes at any time during the year that renders you unable to write, you must let me or another admin know that you wish to either leave the blog or become an inactive admin. Do not strain yourself. Taking care of yourself is far more important than running a blog, because other people can run the blog but you are the only one who can take care of yourself.

To apply:

1) Fill these 3 prompts. Each should be at least 3 sentences in length, but no more than 5. This should not come as a surprise if you are familiar with how the blog works.

Siwon/Donghae. We can get a little crazy.

Kyuhyun/Ryeowook. Flirting.

Heechul/Han Geng. War zone.

These are prompts similar to the requests sent in by our readers; in fact, the first prompt is an actual reader request that hasn’t been filled yet. Most prompts provide a general concept of what the reader wants, like a setting, an event, or a thematic word or phrase. As an admin, you will be expected to write for a variety of situations. The good thing is that if you can’t fill a prompt, someone else will likely take over. It is rare that a prompt goes unanswered, but it does happen and it will not be the fault of any one person. This blog is a collective effort and our posts are written to the best of our ability.

2) Write 2 more stories of your choice. There are essentially no restraints on the length (be reasonable though!) or content of these, because they are your chance to show me and Admin Karen your style and creative limits. Write about the zombie apocalypse. Fulfill your ultimate coffee shop AU. Show us your most bizarre crossover ideas. Bring in SHINee and Girls’ Generation and Changmin, because Changmin usually shows up at some point anyway. Surprise and shock us.

I will make a note here, though: If you write something that I or Admin Karen deem inappropriate for the blog, we will still consider it as part of your application, but it will not be posted on the blog. You can still be accepted as an admin if the story is well-written, but there are sensitive topics (rape, suicide, overly graphic kinks, etc.) that some readers may not wish to see. I understand that there are blogs out there that write some pretty extreme stuff, and I respect that and everything, but FYSJS is not one of those blogs. (I also realize that I may be eating my words soon, because FYSJS may very well have posted stories with rape/suicide/overly graphic kinks in the past, before I joined the blog.)

3) Write a paragraph or so about yourself and your writing style. Tell us who your OTPs are, what fandoms you’re in, what books/movies/shows/music you like, what your favorite ice cream flavor (or anything-flavor) is, what the best/worst smut you’ve ever read/written was, what country you’re from, what you order at Starbucks, whatever you like. Be as brief or as thorough as you wish. This is my introduction to any of you who may be interested.

i’m mara. mara is not my real name. it’s an online alias i created for privacy purposes. i am in my third year of high school (the rough equivalent of sixth form, for any brits out there) and, let’s be real, i’m quite in over my head. why do you think fysjs is opening admin applications? i curse a lot in real life and a bit more on tumblr, although i try to tone it down on this blog (key word: try). i am aggressively short and asian and aggressive. i will poke out the eyeballs of my enemies with a pair of chopsticks. i am a grammar nazi who dislikes capitalization. i am on my way to either being a bitter old cat lady or a hip cat lady who writes books and travels the world. i am that overly protective mom friend everyone has, even though i never want to have kids. i read a lot of smut and i like to pretend i can write it too, but hey, you can’t have everything. i am responsible for a large percentage of the short stories on this blog because i have trouble being concise. look at the length of this paragraph. can you not tell i am unnecessarily verbose and loquacious to compensate for my height? i’m gonna stop writing now before this gets out of control.

And this is Admin Karen’s.

Hi all! I’m Karen. I’m actually the same age as the majority of Super Junior, and I like to remind my boyfriend that if any of them were to propose marriage to me, I don’t think I could, by law, refuse.  I mean, it’s practically illegal in some countries and/or universes. I have a reputation of being unusually nice, even though I want the world to burn most days. I’m a feminist. I have an insatiable thirst for random bits of trivia and adorable vinyl toys. I sometimes speak in exaggerated caps lock. Apparently, I also like lists, because I can’t seem to summarize my personality in paragraph form without giving you my life story, and I just don’t have that energy. I am a shy, awkward duck most days. I have seen most of SJ in person. When I did, I took that opportunity and dived behind the nearest pillar, because it seemed like a better option than falling over and flailing at the time. So I’m probably never getting a marriage proposition from a K-Pop star in the near future. I remain a law-abiding citizen.

Submitting your applications:

You can do this in two ways.

1) Submit box. Here. I have added a rules section for applications that I won’t repeat here because this post is long enough as it is.

2) Email. If you wish to email your application to either myself or Admin Karen (or both of us!), send us a message on our personal blogs, and we’ll give you our emails. It is advisable that you still read the application rules on the submission page, because most of the same rules apply for email applications. (One variation is that, in lieu of a submission title, you should have the subject of your email be your name and your url.)

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han geng/heechul. christmas sex.

"Are you drunk?" is the first thing out of Heechul's mouth when they slam the apartment door shut behind them, even as his own alcohol-induced giddiness make it a little difficult to fumble open the button's on Han Geng's beer-soaked shirt.

"Lil bit," Han Geng pinches the air with his thumb and index finger, and a hoarse, high-pitched giggle bubbles up from his throat to prove his point.

"Come here." Heechul, suddenly tender, kisses him as if they won't get carried away, as if on a first date.

Han Geng, recklessly tipsy, doesn't bother being quite so gentle as he undresses his husband, although he does allow Heechul to suck him off without too much hassle. He has other intentions for the rest of the night, as Heechul is about to learn.

"Saving your pretty voice for later," Han Geng promises roughly, thrusting two fingers up Heechul's ass. He's straightforward but thorough; alcohol has a tendency to strip away that layer of finesse he usually manages to retain in between the sheets.

They fuck for hours. Heechul bounces on Han Geng's cock until the rest of the world falls away and the wine from the Christmas party burns out of his system. Adrenaline takes the place of intoxication, laces through a numbing exhaustion that eventually permits Han Geng to flip them over and fuck every last little bit of noise out of Heechul, and then some.

The first rays of December 26th have breached over the horizon before Han Geng settles onto his back with a satisfied groan, and Heechul on his stomach with his chin tucked into the dip of Han Geng's chest.

"Merry Christmas."

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Ahh.... How I miss your appa!kangin fics :<

Ahhhh! I miss writing them too! I apologize, Admin Mara and I have been busy on our ends, so updating the blog has taken a backseat while we tackle some irl items.

But never fear, we haven’t forgotten you, dear readers!  We’ll update as much we can! Quality fics shall be had! We ask for your undying love and patience in return.

<3 But for you, lovely anon, my next piece will be appa!Kangin related. Please look forward to it!

-Admin Karen

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Kangin/Leeteuk. Hiking up the mountain.

They run away in the dead of night, and Youngwoon can still hear his mother’s shouts ringing in his ear. You’re not my son. You’ve never been my son.

“Are you okay?” Jungsu makes sure to ask, at every riverbank, at the start of every forest path, every part of the journey taking Youngwoon further and further away from his childhood home. And Youngwoon always nods, because he is. He’s never been more okay than he is now.

It’s not fitting for a prince to reject the marriage that will crown him king, even if it is in the name of love. Jungsu had always known this, had urged Youngwoon to marry Yoonji for the sake of his kingdom, but the “troubled son of a desperate king”, as he was now heralded far and wide, had never even considered it.

“All the kingdoms in the world wouldn’t keep me from regretting that decision. No, listen,” he’d said when Jungsu showed signs of protesting yet again. “I love you and I won’t let anything come between us. I promise.”

There is a faraway kingdom that is all but folklore and legend, a great empire at the end of a journey no one has attempted in living memory. The name has been lost in time but the hope lives on, and it is that hope that Jungsu and Youngwoon cling to as they embark upon their quest for this fabled realm.

It’s just below the crest of the tallest mountain that Jungsu collapses with exhaustion and a worn-out body nearly sapped of faith, and Youngwoon finds the strength to carry them both the rest of the way, reaching the top just before nightfall.

He doesn’t remember losing consciousness, but the next thing he remembers is waking in near-darkness with a warm cloth on his forehead and a pair of kind eyes looking down at him. His next thought, frantic and suffocating, is Jungsu.

“He is in the next room, do not worry.” The woman beside his bed, several years younger than himself, says soothingly. “You may see him if you wish. He awoke several hours before you did.”

“Yes, please,” Youngwoon says, and a moment later, Jungsu strides into the room through a side door, his voice cracking as he flings his arms around Youngwoon.

“Youngwoon-ah, I was so worried.”

He had considered maintaining his composure, but at the sight of Jungsu so vulnerable and exposed, he could not resist kissing the breath from him, judgment be damned.

There is a moment of fear after they break apart, present for the briefest of seconds before it is eclipsed by a surge of defiance and a resolve to defend himself and his love. But the two women—the second one having entered behind Jungsu—are smiling at them.

“You are royalty, I presume. The emblem upon your sword is unknown to me but it speaks of a great and distant power.”

Jungsu begins, “He is a prince—”

“—and he is my prince,” finishes Youngwoon. Jungsu blushes. “But titles are not important, not when love is at stake. I only ask that you allow us to marry, whatever it takes. If you must strip me of my royal status—”

“We will do no such thing,” says the second woman. “You will be married and crowned kings to rule alongside us. You have proven your worth by scaling the mountain. And, of course, through your love.”

“Rule alongside—?” Jungsu’s eyes widen.

The first woman smiles. “Where are our manners? I am Amber, queen of Essem.”

“And I am Soojung, queen of Essem.”

“You are sisters?” Youngwoon inquires, looking from one to the other.

Amber shakes her head, smiling wider now. “Wives.”

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Siwon/Hyukjae. Hold me tight.

It’s nights like these that are the coldest.

Nights spent waiting, wishing, worrying. Craving. How he craves the touch of his love, more than the dark sky desires pinpricks of starlight to pierce its seeming eternity.

When love arrives, it’s in a cloak blacker than night, whispering like the wind on the rough ground. Love breathes sweetness from shadows, stirs the dormant beast of a heavy, half-abandoned heart.

Love arrives swiftly to whisk away its belongings, warm fingers clamp over chilled skin, lips over stuttering lips upon which rest the name of love, and of the loved.

“Siwon.”

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Donghae/childish!Kyuhyun. Carousel Ride.

“But I wanna ride it though!”

“You just had a corndog. And half of mine,” Donghae reminds Kyuhyun gently, but the younger boy’s pout is powerful, so Donghae reluctantly lets him scamper ahead to hand two tickets to the ride manager. A few minutes later, a thrilled Kyuhyun gives Donghae a wide smile and two thumbs up from where he’s perched on one of the winged horses on the carousel.

“I don’t feel good,” Kyuhyun moans as he stumbles back through the gate, half into the railing and half into Donghae, who reaches out to hold him steady. “I didn’t think it would go that fast.”

Not exactly to Donghae’s surprise, Kyuhyun turns an alarming shade of green and lurches towards the nearest trashcan; when Donghae catches up with him though, he finds Kyuhyun leaning heavily against the rim, his face already returning to its normal color, albeit a little ashen.

“I’m okay. I’m not gonna puke. I’m fine.”

After threatening to topple Kyuhyun into the trashcan for making him worry, Donghae links their hands and says, “Come on, dumb butt. Let’s go home.”

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Heechul/Siwon. Distractions.

"Hyung, I need to-- LORD FORGIVE ME FOR TAKING HIS NAME, BUT WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

A mass of scruffy blankets peered up at Siwon, but barely acknoweledged his presence in favor of a dully lit laptop screen. "Playing my game. What's it look like?"

"That you haven't slept since it was released TWO DAYS AGO."

Heechul managed a cat-like grin, though his eyes remained glued to the enemy he was trying to properly face-murder. "A more accurate statement has never been spoken, Wonnie."

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Kyuhyun/Ryeowook. I won't say I'm in love.

Five months, two weeks, four days, and seventeen hours: that’s how long Kyuhyun has been on this stupid study abroad program, and no amount of long-distance calls or video conferencing will return all that time Ryeowook has spent without being able to whisper “I love you” into Kyuhyun’s neck every night before bed.

They’re kissing enthusiastically even before seeking comfort in Ryeowook’s dormitory (he’d all but threatened his roommate to get lost while he was engaged in couples reacquainting time), and it isn’t long before Kyuhyun can feel the other murmuring sentiments of love into soft, warm skin.

Kyuhyun smirks and remains silent, though his eyes betray his adoration. He wasn’t going to say how much he missed Ryeowook. He’d just have to guess.

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Donghae/Ryeowook. High School Drama Club.

If resentment could be turned into some sort of tangible currency, Ryeowook would be the wealthiest man alive, because it's the only feeling he has in abundance, and it's directed towards the only person in the world he trusts. 

"Oh come on!" Donghae pleaded, pouring his heart and soul into his expression. Little good that did him, Ryeowook refused to even face him. "I had to quit this year, I got elected to student council. Besides, I was getting tired of having to club everyday. You could just quit with me; you hated theater."

"But it's our senior year," Ryeowook barely mumbled, forcing Donghae to lean over closely in the already crowded cafeteria. "It's the only thing I know how to do."

He didn't add that he'd only join Drama Club in their second year on Donghae's insistence, and that his world without the other boy is scarier than he'd like to imagine.

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Appa!Han Geng/Kyuhyun. Teddy Bear.

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It’s Kyuhyun’s first year at the fair and Han Geng is determined to make it as memorable as possible for his precocious five-year-old son. It’s not an easy task, but Han Geng enjoys himself immensely in the process of riding on all of the rides Kyuhyun points out, even the really scary ones. They watch acrobats, magic shows, dogs performing tricks, and buy huge pink bundles of sticky cotton candy to savor while they watch colorful fireworks explode through the sky.

All is going smoothly until Han Geng realizes that he has to, like, go. The daunting reality of being a single parent settles in when he sees that Kyuhyun is too tuckered out to walk all the way to even the nearest restroom Han Geng can find on the map. He can’t leave Kyuhyun here either; the fireworks display had come to an end and the crowd is already beginning to surge towards the parking lot from all directions.

Han Geng is considering the plausibility of carrying Kyuhyun with him on his back, when a solution strikes him as he spots the giant teddy bear that he had won earlier at the ring toss, leaning against a nearby streetlamp where he had left it so that Kyuhyun wouldn’t get cotton candy on it. He strides over, seizes the stuffed animal by one of its ears, and carries it back to his son, who is bleary-eyed and swaying slightly where he stands.

“Can you hold Captain Cho and stay right there for me? It’s okay if he rests on the ground, just make sure he doesn’t get stepped on by anyone. I’ll be back in a few minutes, nae? Don’t fall asleep, jagiya!”

“Arraseo,” Kyuhyun affirms sleepily and Han Geng hurries off towards the restroom, keeping the image of his tiny, tired son at the front of his mind as motivation to move as quickly as he can through the flood of fairgoers migrating in the opposite direction.

Exactly four minutes later, Han Geng has fought his way back through the crowd, halfway frantic that Kyuhyun has been swallowed up by the masses along with the teddy bear, but no, he’s there, Han Geng has spotted him, and in the next second he’s really there, scooping Kyuhyun to his chest with one arm while he slings the teddy bear over his back with the other arm. Safe. He has to stand there for a moment, a little breathless, a little terrified, to let it sink in. Safe.

Kyuhyun yawns, the sound vulnerable and needy and precious, and presses his cold little nose to Han Geng’s neck. The gesture calms him, because he’s an inexperienced father who cherishes every instant like this, the inadvertent little bits of comfort he gets from the beloved bundle of life in his arms.

“Come on, jagiya,” Han Geng whispers to his sleeping child. “Let’s go home.”

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Yesung/Donghae. End of the year promises.

Hi, you've reached Lee Donghae's voicemail. I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number, I will be happy to return your greetings. If you're Jongwoonie-hyung, calling about your promise, just know that if you fail to show up to the dorms on time, I swear to god I will break into the barracks and drag you out by your big nose, you no-good penguin-farter, so don't dally or get too sentimental beforehand. In any case, have a nice day!

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Kangin/bottom!Siwon. Careful.

Cautious was not a word anyone usually associated Kangin,but Siwon's vocabulary describing his hyung has increased ten-fold since meandering hands founds their way into his pants. It's just strange, he thinks, obediently raising his arms over his head so Kangin can pin his wrists to the bed, that in the years and years he's known this man, Siwon would have never expected such gentle gestures.

He thought he was going to be handled roughly, with reckless abandon; he was certain that desire and lust would outweigh safety and comfort, and it isn't a lack of wanting that he feels when Kangin slowly undresses him and leaves nibbling kisses as skin is revealed, but a slow heat that is carefully measured and pointedly controlled.

And when Siwon lets himself go to permit Kangin to take him as he wishes; he feels warm muscles tense and strain under his fingertips in order to hold back the overwhelming emotions that threaten to tear through the older man's tough exterior.

Perhaps this is the way his hyung loves.

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Donghae/Ryeowook. There's nothing good about goodbye.

Ryeowook tries to shush Donghae's sobs with little kisses as he clings to his boyfriend's waist. "Shhh... It's okay, sweetie. He got to see you before he passed, and he was happy. Isn't that what matters?"

Someone is shaking, and he can't tell if it's him, Donghae, or both. 

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Siwon/Kyuhyun. Rooftop picnic.

It’s been the longest time since Kyuhyun’s felt comfortable in his own skin and—he’s going to be honest—Siwon was the last person he would have expected to close up the scars of his past.

But here they are, up on the roof of Siwon’s apartment building, late-night picnicking beneath the stars, and it’s not too long before they abandon their food in favor of dancing to imaginary music, stepping in time with the rhythm of each other’s heartbeats.

The end of July is sultry this year, and Kyuhyun finds himself letting Siwon coax his shirt over his head. Here, Kyuhyun’s scars are just scars; they’re no longer painful reminders of the past or the stains of shame to be carried like a burden for the rest of his life. Here, Siwon loves him and his scars are not imperfections, but rather proof of the beauty in mortality, and the miracle of survival.

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Heechul/Hangeng. My favorite season.

"Don't like fall, don't like fall," Heechul murmur-sings, bouncing on the balls of his feet. They'd been standing outside of this restaurant for what seemed like hours, and damned if they did not have the best bibimbap on the planet, which was the only reason why he'd even bother risking frostbite. He just hoped that they had some nice, warm soju to wash down his gullet and perhaps help get some feeling back in his fingers.

Hangeng, throughout all of this, is barely disturbed by the weather; he merely watches his boyfriend with a fond smile playing on his lips. "Why don't you like the fall?"

"Listen here, some of us don't have polar bear skin and actually freeze when it starts to get cold."

"But I thought "some of us" liked cuddling and warm kisses," Hangeng gently pecks the agitated man on the nose, "and watching your cheeks flush the same color as the leaves."

"Aish, you're such a cheesy poet!"

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Kyuhyun/Sungmin. Everything hurts.

When Sungmin walks back into his room after a long, hard day filled with reminders that his body isn't getting younger, he hopes to peel off most of his clothes and jump into the shower as soon as possible. The last thing he wishes to see is one Cho Kyuhyun propped up pathetically on his bed, puffy-eyed and coughing.

"What are-- Oh god, are you okay?" Sungmin abandons his curiousity in favor of babying the evil maknae (he will take those opportunities when Kyuhyun reluctantly gives them to him) who allows him to fuss and check for a fever.

"I'm fine, hyung," the despondent pile of blankets replies hoarsely. "It's just that Ryeowook asked me to help him clean the place and you know how, uh, zealous he can become when dusting. And well, you know me and dust. Not exactly best friends. My eyes and lungs are on fire right now."

"But why didn't you wear your dust mask? Or put on your goggles?"

Relief runs through his veins when Kyuhyun momentarily returns to his grumpy, scowling self. "Because I wanted to be able to see what I was doing, and not look like I was performing surgery instead of dusting. Honestly, hyung? Less questions," he falls back on the bed, "and more coddling. I feel like I'm about to dig my eyes out with a spoon."

"Poor baby," Sungmin coos, before scooting out of reach from the miserable man. "I'll go get you some ice packs."

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FYSJS Admin Applications

Hey y’all, it’s Admin Mara. Well, this was going to happen sooner or later. So, FYSJS is opening up admin applications! There’s basically no limit to how many people can be accepted, because we need all the help we can get. Applying is open to all who believe they are worthy. Prove your worth at any time between today (November 2nd) and Wednesday, November 26th, which is when I will start my Thanksgiving break from school. We will be looking at applications as they come in, and sending out emails notifying people who have qualified for the trial run, so that there’s less work during the last week of November for both of us. But I won’t say any more here. Requirements are below; good luck, and happy applying!

You must:

find time to write every single day, and prove it in order to stay on the blog.

Admin Karen and I will organize a trial run of sorts for new admins to test their competence. During this trial run (which may last a few days to a week depending on our final decision) potential new admins will be required to fill a certain number of prompts in a certain amount of time. Stories that are well-written and appropriate will be posted to the blog as a way to introduce new writers to our readers, so first impressions are crucial! The requirements will vary with the number of applicants who are accepted; if there are a lot of applicants who are accepted, these conditions will become more lenient, and vice versa.

be familiar with Super Junior and their personalities in order to write realistically about them.

be able to write under stress, and write well.

keep up with our tagging system and general blog rules.

communicate with the other currently active admins (myself and Admin Karen) if you need to do so for any reason at all.

be able to meet all of these conditions easily. If you find that you cannot do so, do not apply.

IMPORTANT: If you are accepted, but anything changes at any time during the year that renders you unable to write, you must let me or another admin know that you wish to either leave the blog or become an inactive admin. Do not strain yourself. Taking care of yourself is far more important than running a blog, because other people can run the blog but you are the only one who can take care of yourself.

To apply:

1) Fill these 3 prompts. Each should be at least 3 sentences in length, but no more than 5. This should not come as a surprise if you are familiar with how the blog works.

Siwon/Donghae. We can get a little crazy.

Kyuhyun/Ryeowook. Flirting.

Heechul/Han Geng. War zone.

These are prompts similar to the requests sent in by our readers; in fact, the first prompt is an actual reader request that hasn’t been filled yet. Most prompts provide a general concept of what the reader wants, like a setting, an event, or a thematic word or phrase. As an admin, you will be expected to write for a variety of situations. The good thing is that if you can’t fill a prompt, someone else will likely take over. It is rare that a prompt goes unanswered, but it does happen and it will not be the fault of any one person. This blog is a collective effort and our posts are written to the best of our ability.

2) Write 2 more stories of your choice. There are essentially no restraints on the length (be reasonable though!) or content of these, because they are your chance to show me and Admin Karen your style and creative limits. Write about the zombie apocalypse. Fulfill your ultimate coffee shop AU. Show us your most bizarre crossover ideas. Bring in SHINee and Girls’ Generation and Changmin, because Changmin usually shows up at some point anyway. Surprise and shock us.

I will make a note here, though: If you write something that I or Admin Karen deem inappropriate for the blog, we will still consider it as part of your application, but it will not be posted on the blog. You can still be accepted as an admin if the story is well-written, but there are sensitive topics (rape, suicide, overly graphic kinks, etc.) that some readers may not wish to see. I understand that there are blogs out there that write some pretty extreme stuff, and I respect that and everything, but FYSJS is not one of those blogs. (I also realize that I may be eating my words soon, because FYSJS may very well have posted stories with rape/suicide/overly graphic kinks in the past, before I joined the blog.)

3) Write a paragraph or so about yourself and your writing style. Tell us who your OTPs are, what fandoms you’re in, what books/movies/shows/music you like, what your favorite ice cream flavor (or anything-flavor) is, what the best/worst smut you’ve ever read/written was, what country you’re from, what you order at Starbucks, whatever you like. Be as brief or as thorough as you wish. This is my introduction to any of you who may be interested.

i’m mara. mara is not my real name. it’s an online alias i created for privacy purposes. i am in my third year of high school (the rough equivalent of sixth form, for any brits out there) and, let’s be real, i’m quite in over my head. why do you think fysjs is opening admin applications? i curse a lot in real life and a bit more on tumblr, although i try to tone it down on this blog (key word: try). i am aggressively short and asian and aggressive. i will poke out the eyeballs of my enemies with a pair of chopsticks. i am a grammar nazi who dislikes capitalization. i am on my way to either being a bitter old cat lady or a hip cat lady who writes books and travels the world. i am that overly protective mom friend everyone has, even though i never want to have kids. i read a lot of smut and i like to pretend i can write it too, but hey, you can’t have everything. i am responsible for a large percentage of the short stories on this blog because i have trouble being concise. look at the length of this paragraph. can you not tell i am unnecessarily verbose and loquacious to compensate for my height? i’m gonna stop writing now before this gets out of control.

And this is Admin Karen’s.

Hi all! I’m Karen. I’m actually the same age as the majority of Super Junior, and I like to remind my boyfriend that if any of them were to propose marriage to me, I don’t think I could, by law, refuse.  I mean, it’s practically illegal in some countries and/or universes. I have a reputation of being unusually nice, even though I want the world to burn most days. I’m a feminist. I have an insatiable thirst for random bits of trivia and adorable vinyl toys. I sometimes speak in exaggerated caps lock. Apparently, I also like lists, because I can’t seem to summarize my personality in paragraph form without giving you my life story, and I just don’t have that energy. I am a shy, awkward duck most days. I have seen most of SJ in person. When I did, I took that opportunity and dived behind the nearest pillar, because it seemed like a better option than falling over and flailing at the time. So I’m probably never getting a marriage proposition from a K-Pop star in the near future. I remain a law-abiding citizen.

Submitting your applications:

You can do this in two ways.

1) Submit box. Here. I have added a rules section for applications that I won’t repeat here because this post is long enough as it is.

2) Email. If you wish to email your application to either myself or Admin Karen (or both of us!), send us a message on our personal blogs, and we’ll give you our emails. It is advisable that you still read the application rules on the submission page, because most of the same rules apply for email applications. (One variation is that, in lieu of a submission title, you should have the subject of your email be your name and your url.)