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psycho | wen junhui

SYNOPSIS. in which a new patient is assigned for treatment under your care, and you begin to put the puzzles and pieces together to a past case that you thought to have ceased away from your mind. PAIRING. wen junhui x psychologist!reader (ft. nurse!seokmin) GENRE. dark au, mystery, angst, a tiny tiny subtle pinch of fluff, my very first attempt at a psychological thriller :> WARNINGS. LOTS of descriptions and talks about fire, cursing, mentions of death, a mention of cigarettes, descriptions of scars + burns, descriptions of injuries from glass, mention of blood, reader has a small habit of scratching at their arms, jun makes a suggestive comment if you take it that way WORD COUNT. 12.8k

notes: this is for the caratsland event and probably the most complex plot i've tried to execute so far jsdlkfdfsdf. thank you to @slytherinshua for reading this over for me and being my lil confidence boost 💕 feedback would be much appreciated!! pls remember this is all fictional and not at all an accurate depiction of a psychiatric facility!!

another note: also this turned out to be rlly dialogue heavy and jun asks too many damn questions in this istg lmao

PRESENT DAY: 2023

"Dr. L/N, you have a new patient assigned to you in room 610."

You don't glance up from your desk. Instead, you finish reviewing the case notes of your previous patient and nod in acknowledgment to the nurse standing in your doorway, a friendly young man named Lee Seokmin who was a recent hire, as you were told. As you hear the drop of a patient file in front of you, you lean back in your chair and finally get yourself to look up.

"Thank you, Seokmin," You tell him with a soft smile.

Seokmin grins, teeth all-flashy and cheerful. "You're welcome, doctor," before dismissing himself back out of your office.

You turn your attention to the patient file now resting on your desk. As you start to read through the notes, you see it only contains some basic information about the patient: name, age, and a brief overview of their medical and psychiatric history. It's a starting point, but you know that the real work begins when you meet the person behind the paperwork.

"Name, Moon Jun... male, age 27..." You quietly study the file to yourself. The file mentions a history of severe emotional trauma and burn scars due to a fire, which immediately catches your attention in more ways than one. It also mentions extensive facial scarring and a history of therapy that completely lacked significant progress. A part of it is a familiar story in your field𑁋it isn't uncommon for individuals to experience setbacks in their recovery.

But there's something about this patient's history that tugs oddly at your heartstrings.

As you rummage deeper into the file, you come across a brief note from a colleague who had previously assessed Moon Jun, mentioning he had been withdrawn and non-communicative during his stay, displaying anti-social behaviour, sometimes even having random bursts of aggression when approached. You take a mental note of all this in your head.

Closing the patient file, you rise from your chair and adjust the white coat draped around you, before leaving your office. You make your way through the sterile, fluorescent-lit hallways of the psychiatric facility. The environment here is all-too familiar to you; you've spent years navigating these halls. With every door you pass, there hides a different story; a different struggle; a different battle.

Upon finally reaching the room, you hesitate outside the door for a moment. The anticipation and curiosity surrounding you mixes with a touch of uncertainty, almost like fear, as they often do when meeting a new patient. You've been doing this for nearly ten years, and the feeling isn't new.

Then as you come back to your senses, you lift a hand, give a gentle knock to the door, before entering the room. It's dimly lit inside, the curtains ominously drawn on the windows to conceal the sunlight peeking through. A figure sits at the edge of the bed, back turned to you, and the hood of his hoodie pulled low over his head worn over his patient gown.

"Moon... Jun?" You call out softly, trying not to startle him.

He doesn't respond immediately, shoulders tensing at the sound of your voice. After a moment of silence, he slowly turns his head to acknowledge your presence. Half of his face is obscured by a mask, leaving only his dark eyes visible.

"Doctor," he replies gravelly.

His gaze lingers on you as you take a seat in a chair that sat against the wall next to the bed, keeping a respectful distance from him. You've encountered many patients who have initially shown distrust or apprehension, but there's an intensity in the way he looks at you that sends something chilling on the surface of your skin, especially when it's the only part of his face that you can see.

You try to break the ice with a polite smile. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Moon. My name is Dr. Y/N, and I'll be conducting our therapy sessions during your stay here. Please, make yourself as comfortable as you can."

He slowly nods, but his eyes never leave yours. The mask covering his face makes it difficult to read his expressions.

"Before we begin," You continue, clearing your throat. "I want you to know that this is a safe and confidential space. Our conversations are private, and I'm here to help you in any way I can𑁋to help you heal. You can share as much or as little as you're comfortable with."

You see the way his gloved hands clench together in his lap.

"I can't be healed," he mutters quietly, voice trembling as you sense the hopelessness in his tone. You've heard this phrase many times before during your career.

"I understand that you may feel that way right now," You reply, as soothingly as possible. "but I believe that with time and the right support, healing is possible for anyone. It's a journey, and I'm here to walk it with you. It's a process, and you don't have to go through it alone."

His gaze remains fixed on you, and the unsettling tension in the room lingers, almost palpable that you feel like there's an imaginary barrier between you and him that was enough for you to see this small part of him, while he can see all of you.

"Would you like to tell me a little bit about yourself? How do you feel coming here today?" You ask, hoping to begin the process of establishing some sort of connection.

He uncomfortably shifts a bit on the bed.

"I never wanted to come here," he says flatly. "They say this is a place of healing, but I've seen enough doctors like you. They prod and poke, dig into your past, and in the end, nothing changes. They don't know what I've been through, what I've seen. The scars, everything, they don't heal."

The words that leave his mouth are bitter and sour, yet you could only get yourself to nod sympathetically.

"It's not uncommon for people to feel that way, especially if they haven't found the right support. I want you to know that my approach is different. I'm here to listen, not to prod or poke." You glance down at the file in your hand and flip it over so that you couldn't see any information about him. "You're in control of our sessions, Mr. Moon. We can go at whatever pace you'd like."

He finally seems intrigued by this, leaning in ever so slightly, eyes devoid of colour that seemed to bore straight into yours.

"Control?" he repeats, voice still carrying a hint of skepticism.

You nod once more. "Yes, control. You get to decide what you want to talk about, what you're comfortable sharing, and at what pace. If there are topics you'd like to avoid or take your time with, that's completely okay. We can work together to create a safe space for you."

He seems to be taking in your words. "And... what if I choose not to talk at all?"

You offer a reassuring smile. "Then that's the option we can settle with."

The minutes that tick by seem dreadingly slow, and there's a light that dances in his eyes from the singular light fixture hanging above that almost resembles that of a flame. It doesn't go away even if he blinks, and it draws you in. Just a tiny bit.

"However, is there anything specific you'd like to share with me today, Mr. Moon?" You ask, trying to keep the conversation flowing. "Any thoughts or concerns you'd like to discuss?"

For a moment, it seems like he's about to speak, but then he shakes his head ever so slightly, his hooded gaze still locked onto yours.

"Very well then." You let out a very subtle, shaky breath. It felt almost relieving. Silence it is.

That's what most of the session has come to𑁋sitting in this peculiar silence, feeling his eyes burn a hole right through you. It isn't until the end of the hour that he calls out toward you just as you were about to his exit his room, and you turn back to face him.

"Can you heal me, doctor?" he asks quietly, almost begging in a way. It's unnerving.

All you do is give him a faint smile.

"I'll try my best, Mr. Moon."

FLASHBACK: 2013

"...All I could see were orange and red flames, and the smoke was hurting my eyes. I couldn't breathe𑁋just barely, but it hurt. It was painful. They were getting larger and larger and the screams louder and louder. Everything was gone."

"And what did you do while the fire kept growing?"

"I watched it all happen. I watched it all burn in front of me." The words had sent an eerie shiver up your spine, forcing the pen in your hands to stop mid-sentence. There was a singular pause that had come to follow, a harrowing silence that seemed to stretch into eternity, a subtle quiver in his voice that you barely caught. "There was nothing I could do."

You clicked your pen, its sound echoing in the tense silence. The room seemed to grow colder with each moment that passed.

"But it's all my fault, right?" he had asked, tone so innocent that it itches a part of your heart uncomfortably, but tugged in a way you felt determined to take root of the grief in his chest and rip it apart. And for a moment as you looked in his dark eyes, over his youthful features and guilt-ridden face, you felt that inkling feeling again. "I killed them. It's all my fault."

"None of this is your fault. Blaming yourself for something you couldn't control is a heavy burden to carry," You reassured him calmly, as gently as you could, knowing the power that your own words could cause for someone seemingly lost, troubled, and young. "You saved yourself. You're alive; you did what you could to survive, and you're here to heal. I'm here to help you heal, okay?"

Your reassurance was met with a fleeting smile, but it hadn't quite reach his eyes, yet his gaze peered directly into you as if searching for something in you𑁋you could only think it was hope. Hope that he wanted to heal just as much as you wanted to help him heal. It's your job. This was why you took this job in the first place.

You needed to save people, either from the demons in their minds or the traumas that haunted them. This boy had lost his entire family in a housefire, for God's sake. This was your duty.

"It's not my fault," he had said, and met your eyes, as if searching for approval. "It's not my fault."

"That's right, Hui." You offered him a faint, assuring smile. "It's not your fault."

PRESENT DAY: 2023

"Excuse me, Dr. L/N? Is it okay if I sit here?"

You glance up to see Seokmin holding up a tray of lunch food, returning you from your zoning thoughts. You shoot him a kind smile and a nod, motioning to the empty space across from you for him to have a seat. Usually, you frequently have lunch alone in the comfort of your office where you can tend to yourself in solitude, but today, you might as well welcome the company.

Seokmin sets his tray down and takes a seat, and for some minutes, there's a comfortable silence as you both begin to eat. He seems to notice the tired lines to your face, but he doesn't press on about it.

"Have you been settling in well?" You ask him suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Huh, me? Oh." He's a bit taken aback, cheeks flushed, and you give a soft chuckle. "You could say that. I wanted to try something new after working bedside for the longest time. I didn't think that psych would be a field I was interested in𑁋look where I am now, though."

"That's the thing about this field." You let out a sigh, giving a knowing smile. "It has a way of drawing you in, even if you didn't plan on it."

"It was definitely an experience when I was in nursing school," Seokmin comments eagerly. You felt as if you were talking to a close friend rather than another colleague, and it feels rather refreshing. "and doing ICU was already draining of itself."

You take a sip of your drink, nodding your head. "I can only imagine. It can be quite rigorous."

Seokmin lets his gaze wander over you curiously. "How long have you worked here, doctor?"

"Please, you can just call me Y/N. Unless we're working."

Seokmin smiles. "How long have you worked here then, Y/N?"

You pause for a moment. Thinking about the amount of years you've worked in this field hasn't been a particular thought to come up𑁋time just seems to fly by when it's the only job you've been dedicated to for most of your life.

"Hm, ten years now? I believe this month will mark my ten years here."

Seokmin's eyes visibly widen in awe before responding, "Wow, that's... You must have really seen a lot of things. I really envy you, doctor."

Your smile fades just a bit; it's barely noticeable, though you still hope that Seokmin doesn't see it. You can feel that feeling gnaw at your skin again, something inexplicable, like a sense of foreboding that seemed to be creaking open a door you believed to have firmly shut for good.

But you choose to push it aside, just like you always do, dismissing it perfectly with a mutter of a thank you. It's ironic, considering this is what you do𑁋normally you would tell patients to confront their past and face their fears, but when it comes to your own, you tend to bury them.

There's an itch that crawls up your arms, and you knead at it through your sleeves with your fingers.

Maybe you can get used to this company, though.

"Do you have any kids, doctor?"

The question comes after a click of your pen, and you glance up from the vitals sheet in your hand to see Moon Jun sitting criss-crossed on the bed, gloved hands sitting on his lap and pupils peering curiously over you.

"No, Mr. Moon," You reply, keeping your tone soft, somewhat nonchalant. "I don't have any children."

He tilts his head slightly, almost as if he's studying you like a specimen under a microscope. The mask on his face makes him appear even more enigmatic, his dark, even charming eyes the only feature you can discern.

"No family at all?" he asks. "No husband, wife, or children to go home to?"

"I live alone. My work keeps me quite occupied."

Some silence passes.

"Alone," he repeats, almost to himself, as if savouring the word in his mouth. "Don't you ever feel... lonely though?"

His question hangs in the air like a dark cloud. It's an oddly personal inquiry, but you decide to address it professionally. "Loneliness is a feeling that many people experience at different points in their lives. It's a normal human emotion, and it's something we can work through."

His gaze narrows, and his gloved fingers twitch in his lap. His mask conceals most of his facial expressions, but you can sense an intensity in his gaze.

"I've felt lonely my entire life, you know," he points out as you sit yourself down in the chair in front of him just like all your previous sessions. Despite the considerable space between you two, sometimes you swear you can feel him breathing right down your neck. "Even being in here too, it.... feels like a different kind of loneliness. A place where they put people who are broken. Like me."

"I can assure you that you are not broken, Mr. Moon," You tell him reassuringly. "How are you with meeting the other patients here? Are there any you have been interacting with since our last session?"

He leans back slightly, his gloved hands still resting on his lap, and his gaze seems to drift momentarily as if he's recalling something.

"I think... they are scared of me, to be honest," he answers, eyes crinkling just slightly as if there was a smile playing on his lips right below his mask. "But... perhaps they're all just lost, confused, and weak. They pretend to get better, but they're just putting on a show. It's a bit pathetic, don't you think?"

"It's not uncommon for people in this environment to have their guard up," You tell him. "Sometimes, it's just a reaction to the unfamiliar. Everyone here is dealing with their own battles, just as you are, Mr. Moon."

He chuckles lowly at that. It's the first time you've heard such a sound like that leave his mouth, like a dissonant note echoing in an otherwise quiet room. His masked face gives nothing away.

"Maybe it's because of this stupid mask on my face," he says, touching the mask with the tips of his fingers. "It makes me look like a criminal or a monster."

"The mask might be intimidating to some," You acknowledge, crossing your arms together. "but it doesn't define who you are."

His eyes narrow slightly, though there's that twinge of amusement as he crosses his arms together, mirroring your body language.

"You're not scared of me, right, doctor?"

You meet his steady gaze, his own searching yours from behind the mask. There's a moment of silence, something unspoken lingering in the air.

"No, Mr. Moon, I'm not scared of you," You respond, keeping yourself composed. "I'm here to understand you."

He leans back, that hint of amusement still present on his face.

"I think you would make a great parent, doctor."

The unexpected compliment catches you off-guard for a moment, making you briefly at a loss for words. There's a slight blush that crawls up your cheeks, and you clear your throat, trying to regain your composure.

"Thank you." You give an appreciative smile. "That's very kind of you to say."

You see that flickering flame in his pupils again. It's a fire that seems to burn brighter with each passing minute, and it leaves you both intrigued and uneasy.

FLASHBACK: 2013

"I told you not to call me that!" Hui exclaimed angrily in frustration, his face turning a shade of red as he glared at you. The sudden outburst had caught you off-guard, and for a moment, found yourself at a loss for words. His face contorted with volatile frustration, and his hands clenched into fists.

"I apologise," You said calmly, doing your best to defuse the situation. "I didn't mean to upset you. What would you like me to call you then?"

He took a deep breath, visibly trying to calm himself down. His shoulders slumped, and his expression softened slightly.

"Just call me by my nickname, okay?" he urged, voice a tad less sharp now, but it's still enough to pierce. "Hui is fine. I hate my name! It's ugly. I want to forget about it𑁋I want everyone to forget about it! That name doesn't exist anymore, got it?"

"Of course, I understand." You leaned back forward in your chair, slow and cautiously. "But I want you to tell me why you stole crayons from Chaewon earlier in the rec room."

Hui only scoffed in response. "It's not that big of a deal. I only took a few from her. She'll forget about it."

"You took something from someone else without permission, Hui," You explained matter-of-factly. "That's a violation of their personal space and boundaries."

Hui's focus darted around the room for a moment, lips pursed and fingers messing around with the frays of his hospital gown. Then his gaze hardened once more as he landed back on you. His silence was almost unsettling as it stretched between you, but you remained patient, waiting for him to offer an explanation.

"Fine, whatever," he muttered, finally relenting. "I wanted them for a project I'm working on, that's all."

"A project? What kind of project?"

"Back in group therapy... They wanted us to create something meaningful or something𑁋something that means a lot to us, and I needed the crayons for it. So I took them from her."

It took a couple of moments before you nodded, acknowledging his explanation. "I see, Hui. It's important to express yourself through art or projects, but it's also important to respect others' belongings. Try asking for what you need instead of taking it without permission, okay?"

Hui's response was a simple, noncommittal nod, eyes holding onto yours a moment too long.

"Now, the next time you're back in the rec room, please say sorry to Chaewon whenever you see her, okay?"

Again, all he did was nod begrudgingly, his expression showing a hint of reluctance.

"Good." You gave him a proud smile. "That's all for today. Tell me about your project next session, alright?"

You felt his eyes on you as you grabbed your case notes and stood up, before leaving him in his room. And even though you were out of his room, you swore you could still feel the weight of his gaze on you.

PRESENT DAY: 2023

You find Moon Jun sitting on the edge of the bed once entering inside of his room, gloved hands folded neatly in his lap. The mask obscures his face as usual, but his dark eyes lock onto yours the moment you walk inside. The dim lighting in the room casts long shadows on the walls, and you find yourself drawn into those shadows as you take a seat across from him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moon," You greet warmly, taking your usual seat across from him. "How has your day been so far?"

He doesn't immediately respond. There's a hint of curiosity in his hooded eyes, but it's devoid of warmth. It's subtle, almost imperceptible, but you've learned to pay attention to the smallest details when dealing with patients over the years. It still sends a shiver down your spine.

"Just been like any other day in this place," he finally replies coolly.

You offer a polite smile and proceed with the session. "Is there anything specific you'd like to discuss for today's session, Mr. Moon?"

He thinks for a moment, tapping his gloved fingers lightly against his knee. The rhythmic sound seems to echo in the room.

"Are you interested in mythology, doctor?" he asks, and the question was certainly something you didn't expect him to ask. He continues, "I've always had an interest in it growing up, so I was wondering if you did too."

You chuckle quietly. "I wish I could say the same, but... I guess I found it intriguing at times."

"Surely you must have heard some stories though." He giggles at this, unclasping his hands together and propping himself right at the edge of the bed so that he's leaning forward, his masked face closer to yours. The dim light makes it hard to see his features clearly, and the shadows in the room seem to grow darker, more pronounced. "Are you familiar with the creature, the phoenix?"

You pause for a moment to think, before giving a slow, careful nod. "I've... definitely heard of it."

"The phoenix," he murmurs, voice a soft, hypnotic cadence. "It's a beautiful creature of rebirth and fire, isn't it?"

The mention of fire makes you shift slightly in your seat.

"Mr. Moon, I'm not entirely sure where you're𑁋"

You're interrupted as he leans even closer, his masked face now mere inches from yours, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intense and unsettling focus. The shadows play tricks on your vision, making it feel like the walls are closing in on you.

"I just find it fascinating," he continues. "The idea of burning away the old and rising from the ashes anew. It's like a fresh start, a chance to be reborn. Do you believe in second chances, doctor?"

You swallow the lump in your throat. His intense gaze, shrouded by the mask, seems to hold you almost captive and confined to the chair you sat on, and his words seem to echo in the confined space.

"I... I believe that everyone deserves a chance to heal and grow, Mr. Moon," You respond carefully, trying to regain your composure. "But it's also important to work through the past before embracing the future."

He tilts his head slightly, as if considering your words. The room remains eerily quiet, the shadows deepening around you.

"Do you believe people can truly change?" he asks, voice softer now, almost pleading.

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of his question sitting right on your chest.

"I believe that change is possible, Mr. Moon," You reply gently, choosing your words with care. "People have the capacity to grow and evolve, and to make choices that lead to a more positive outlook. But this varies from person to person𑁋if they are willing to put in the effort to do so."

For a moment, the tension in the room seems to dissipate slightly. The shadows on the walls appear to retreat, and the dim light feels less suffocating.

"Doctor," he finally speaks, voice low despite only being the two of you in the room, like he's telling you a secret. "what if... those flames of the past have burned too brightly, leaving nothing but ashes behind?"

You furrow your brows. "I-I would say𑁋"

"It's what happened to me, doctor, don't you understand?" he snaps suddenly, standing up from the bed to step closer to you. "You can't possibly understand what it's like to fucking lose everything, to watch it all burn in front of your fucking eyes! This is why I did this𑁋I put my life into the phoenix. I burned what was left of me, and now I'm here, in this absolute hellhole."

"Mr. Moon, I need you to calm down, please𑁋"

There's a flash of anger that shoots through his eyes, the flame burning in his pupils brighter than before. The atmosphere grows tense in the snap of a finger, and you instinctively stand up to bring yourself in the direction of the door to the room, maintaining a safe distance, acutely aware of the limited space and the fact that you're alone with him. There's an emergency button within reach where you can call for help whenever needed.

You can't get yourself to respond, feeling frozen from the way you can feel your heart pounding anxiously in your chest from his close proximity. He takes a step back, his hands trembling slightly as he clenches and unclenches them. The room seems to regain a semblance of normalcy, but the tension still lingers in the air, and you still can't move.

You watch as he cowers back towards the bed, leaving you standing next to the door. You felt as if you've been holding your breath, like you were submerged underwater and your fight or flight instincts were kicking in.

"You won't give up on me, right, doctor?" he asks, and the way he says it so weakly, naively, makes your head spin. "You can trust me, right?"

You smooth out your white coat, placing yourself back down in the seat across from him anticipatingly.

"I... I trust you," You mutter meekly. "I won't give up on you."

The corner of his eyes crinkle again. He's smiling. You can see it through the mask.

"How lovely," he states sweetly. "We're on the right track, then."

"Y/N𑁋I mean Dr. L/N, are you okay?" Seokmin's voice comes up from behind as you walk yourself towards your office, feeling completely and utterly scatterbrained from the events of the past hour.

As Seokmin's voice reaches your ears, you take a deep breath to steady yourself. You turn to Seokmin and offer him a reassuring smile, though it doesn't quite reach your eyes, but seeing him in front of you already makes you feel a tad bit better.

"I'm fine, Seokmin, thank you." Your voice carries a hint of exhaustion and residual unease. "Just a challenging session, but I'm okay."

Seokmin just nods, but as you were about to turn around, he says, "If you... uh, ever need someone to talk to or anything, just know I'm here for you, okay? It can be tough, I've heard."

You smile gratefully at him, this time genuinely reaching your eyes. It feels like a breath of fresh air talking to him.

"Thank you," You tell him. "I might just have to take you up on that someday."

Seokmin scratches the back of his neck shyly and returns your smile with a warm one of his own. "Well, you know where to find me."

You stand still for a moment as Seokmin begins to dismiss himself away to resume his rounds, but just then, you feel a sudden idea pop up in your head.

"Seokmin, wait!" You exclaim after the man, who immediately turns around to the sound of your voice, peering at you worriedly. "Actually, there's something... Could you do me a favour?"

His eyes light up curiously. "Sure, what do you want me to do?"

You step up closer to him, looking around to ensure no one else was listening in.

"Can you help find me more information about the patient in 610?" You lean in, lowering your voice to a hushed tone. "I'd like to know more about his background, more than what's in his file right now, or just anything that might help me understand him better."

Seokmin raises a brow briefly but nods either way. "I'll see what I can do, Dr. L/N."

FLASHBACK: 2013

The rec room was buzzing with activity as you entered, giving a chance for patients to interact with others and engage in activities outside of their rooms. Laughter, conversation, and the occasional burst of youthful energy filled the air; it’s a striking comparison to the somber atmosphere of the individual therapy sessions you usually conducted.

As you glanced around to find Hui, you finally caught sight of the boy sitting alone at a table in the very corner of the room. He appeared seemingly engrossed on the piece of paper in front of him, an array of crayons sat on the table. His focus was so intense that he seemed completely oblivious to the world around him.

You approached Hui's table with a gentle smile. "Hui, how are you doing today?"

Hui looked up from his drawing, eyes meeting yours briefly. "I'm fine," he replied coldly. "Just drawing."

You glanced down at his artwork, which depicted a scene of fire and destruction. The flames consumed a house, while stick-figure people screamed in the windows, their tiny, distorted faces twisted in agony. The only colours there would be that of the orange and red gigantic flame that enveloped the jagged, blackened lines of the house.

"That's... quite a powerful drawing, Hui," You commented as you took a seat right next to him. "What made you choose this subject?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, eyes not leaving his paper. "It's just what I felt like drawing."

"Is this supposed to represent what happened to your family?"

Hui only continued to mindlessly colour his drawing, his crayon moving across the paper with deliberate strokes.

"Maybe," he replied stoically. "I saw it all happen, but I couldn't do anything."

You studied Hui's face for a moment, but his expression remained blank, his focus entirely on the drawing. His mien was calm, almost eerily so, in comparison to the disturbing scene of destruction right below his fingertips.

"Can you tell me more about what you saw, Hui?" You asked him.

He glanced at you briefly, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something in his eyes. But it was gone so quickly that you couldn't be sure if you had imagined it.

"I already told you," he pressed. "I saw the fire, and I watched everything burn. It wasn't my fault that it happened."

You nodded, acknowledging his words, and continued to watch him work on the drawing.

"Did you ever feel sad about what happened, Hui?" You questioned.

Hui's face only remained impassive as he answered, "It won't change anything."

You could only think about all the trauma he must have endured𑁋from losing his family and being the sole survivor of such a ruinous event, to having to deal with all the emotions at once that it must feel almost numbing inside of him.

"Did anyone help you during or after the fire, Hui?" You prodded calmly.

He still didn't look up from his drawing. "Some firefighters came, and they put out the fire. But they couldn't save my family."

You felt that pang of sympathy for Hui as he mentioned the firefighters' futile attempts to save his family all while he was waiting right outside the house. It was clear that the traumatic experience had locked his emotions away behind a stoic, desensitized façade.

"I'm sorry to hear about your family, Hui," You said softly. "It's completely okay to feel sad or angry about what happened."

Hui's hand paused briefly in its colouring, but he didn't look up. You glanced down to the paper, noticing that he was drawing something in the corner, almost appearing like some sort of bird, like some sort of crow or cardinal.

"I don't feel much about it anymore. It's just the way things are."

Your eyes drift from his drawing, concern deepening, but you understood that emotional numbing was a common coping mechanism for trauma survivors. In a way, it's like a protective shell around oneself to prevent further pain. The emotional scars ran deep, and sometimes, it was easier for them to keep their feelings at bay rather than confront the overwhelming grief and sorrow that lurked beneath the surface.

That is what you attributed with Hui𑁋what you always had when he first came here. And you promised him patience and that it took time to fully heal.

"I'll leave you be now, okay?" You stood up from the seat, giving the young boy a reassuring squeeze to the shoulder.

Hui doesn't respond, still engrossed in his drawing. You took a step back, leaving him to his artwork, and decided to check on some of the other children in the room for the time being.

You swore you could feel his eyes on you as you walked away.

PRESENT DAY: 2023

Your eyes are practically lasering holes right through the manila folder of Moon Jun's file.

The file only houses the basics𑁋his medical history, therapy notes, and observations from the staff. But there's something missing, something you can't quite put your finger on. His background information is limited, and there are no records of any family members or relatives listed. It's as if he appeared out of nowhere.

A knock on your office door makes you jump, and you quickly open your eyes to see Seokmin standing there with a stack of papers in his hands, concern etched on his face.

"Sorry, did I startle you?" he asks, stepping inside your office.

You offer a tired smile. "A bit, but it's okay. Come in."

Seokmin walks further into your office, closing the door lightly behind him. He takes a moment to study your expression, clearly noticing the exhaustion and frustration on your face. You let out a sigh and lean back in your chair, rubbing your temples with your fingertips as Seokmin sits down right across from you.

"So, I tried to do some digging, as you asked." Seokmin places the stack of papers on the desk. "It wasn't easy to look into his medical history, but I think this might be important."

You straighten up in your chair, your exhaustion momentarily forgotten as you lean in to examine the stack of papers Seokmin has brought. However, what you expected is to see information regarding him, but instead, you see news reports.

"I... I don't know if any of these can be related, but I found a few unsolved cases of arson over the years. It might be the cause of his facial scarring," Seokmin explains. "I think one of them happened at an orphanage, another at an abandoned warehouse nearby, and another at a small church a few miles from here."

You carefully pick up one of the articles and start to read the details. The article mentions a fire at an orphanage several years ago that resulted in the tragic loss of lives. The incident remained unsolved, with no clear cause identified. Then you come across another article about the fire at the warehouse, and it, too, was a case that had perplexed investigators, leaving it unsolved.

"...and I also think there was one about a family from around... nine? Ten years ago? I didn't read all the details of it, but I believe only one survived𑁋"

That's when you feel your heart drop all the way down to the ground, into the ground at that point, eyes widening as the gasp that leaves your mouth cuts Seokmin off. You're already standing up, fingers trembling, as you frantically shuffle through the articles he had provided for you.

"Where can I find that one? Is it here?"

Your adamancy surprises Seokmin as he scrambles through the papers before taking one out and offering it to you. You take the article from his hands. The paper is slightly crumpled, and the ink is faded, but the headline is still clear: "Family Tragedy Claims Lives, Sole Survivor Emerges."

The only survivor was a teenage boy, whose name was redacted from the article for privacy.

But you know exactly who it is.

The article describes how he had been found by the firefighters, huddled on the lawn outside the burning house, his eyes blank with shock. Authorities had attempted to investigate, but the case quickly went cold due to lack of evidence. It also mentions that the boy had lost his entire family that night and was assumed to be too traumatised to provide any coherent information about the fire's cause, which later caused him to be sent to a psychiatric facility due to the trauma.

"Doctor, what is this?" Seokmin interrupts your thoughts as he brings up another paper from view.

You glance up from the article to meet Seokmin's gaze, the urgency in his eyes mirroring your own. He unfolds it carefully, and as your eyes scan the headline, your heart sinks further: "Tragic Fire Engulfs Local Psychiatric Facility."

As you read through it, you swear you feel the same flames dancing up the skin of your arms. This article reports a fire that occurred exactly ten years ago at the very psychiatric facility where both you and Seokmin currently work. You were there that night. It was only your first year as a psychologist at the facility, still learning the ropes of your profession. The memories you've long tried to suppress come flooding back.

The sound of alarms blaring, the acrid smell of smoke, the frantic efforts to evacuate patients, and the feeling of utter helplessness as the flames consumed parts of the facility. It had left scars on your soul, scars you thought you had buried deep over the years.

That boy was one of your first ever patients.

Your arms are itching again, and you can almost feel the searing heat from that night a decade ago.

"Y/N, are you... are you okay?" Seokmin asks. You can see the worry in his eyes, but you're not sure if you can answer his question.

You swallow hard, your throat dry as you try to find your voice. "Yeah, I just... Sorry, reading this article, and..."

That's when Seokmin gets it. "Were you..." His eyes lower down to where one of your hands is clawing anxiously at the sleeves of your arm, and he immediately takes away the article from view. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. I didn't know you were..."

You manage a weak smile as you bring your arms back down to your side, hugging yourself instead. "It's alright. You didn't know."

Seokmin doesn't seem entirely convinced, for a moment feeling stuck on what to say. "Are you sure that you're up for this? We can always𑁋"

"Yes," You say boldly. "It'll be okay."

You take a deep breath.

"I'll be okay."

"You seem troubled today, doctor."

In the dimly lit room, Moon Jun's observation is shrewd as always, whose calculating eyes seem to analyse every twitch of your expression as you both sit in the room together, right across from each other, with him hovering over you while you felt feeling like a cowering mouse trapped in a cage.

You flash him a faint, grateful smile. "I appreciate your concern, but let's focus back on you now, shall we?"

"Uh-uh, doctor," he taunts, crossing his arms together and shaking his head dismissively. Even in the darkness of the room, you swear you see his lips curl into a smirk under that damn mask of his. "If I'm not mistaken, you said at the very beginning that I have control over what I want to talk about in our sessions. I realise I hardly know anything about you! Isn't that funny? I consider you a dear friend, you know. You're the only person in this place who even makes the effort to talk with me."

The weight of his words suspend like a dense fog. You can hear the faint hum of the ventilation system, see the way the lone light fixture in the room seems to flicker intermittently. It plays tricks on your perception, making his features appear to morph and shift, all while his eyes are practically dissecting you.

"Friendship... is built on trust," You reply cautiously. "But our sessions are designed for your benefit. My role here is to help you, not the other way around, and my personal life is not relevant for this."

He leans in closer, his eyes never leaving yours, and you can feel his intense focus like a physical weight. You're caught in the gravitational pull of his eyes, his relentless gaze that seems to strip away your defenses. "But, doctor, how can you truly help me if you don't open up a little?"

He tilts his head, the mask inches away from your face, his eyes boring into yours.

"We could be more than what we are right now, couldn't we, doctor?" he whispers, feeling his cold breath against your skin even through the mask, and you close your eyes. "I could make you feel things you've never felt before𑁋"

"Stop! Please!" You yell out unexpectedly, hearing nothing but the unsteadiness of your breaths and the echo of your own voice in the dim room. Your eyes snap back open; he's not hovering over you, and the disturbing scenario you had just experienced was nothing more than a figment of your imagination.

Instead, Moon Jun is calmly seated away from you, watching you intently from the bed. There's a curious glint in his eyes, one that suggests he's found your reaction to be rather... entertaining.

"Doctor, you do seem to be quite troubled today," he remarks almost playfully, voice dripping with amusement that shoots goosebumps up your skin. "Seeing things, aren't we?"

You can't quite find the words to respond, and the sensation of his cold breath against your skin still lingers in your memory.

"You must think about me a lot, day and night possibly, if you imagine such things," he teases, and you feel the way his words crawl under your skin. "You probably wonder what lies behind this mask of mine, don't you? You're a special friend𑁋perhaps you deserve to see it."

You watch the way his gloved fingers toy with the edges of his mask, and for a moment, it seems like he's contemplating something. The room is so silent that you can hear your own heart pounding in your chest.

Then without warning, he reaches up and slowly starts to peel off the mask, revealing the face hidden beneath. Your breath catches in your throat as his visage is unveiled.

His face is tainted by a network of scars, the skin tissue looking raw and discoloured. The scars extend from his jawline up to his cheeks and forehead, giving his face an almost grotesque and nightmarish appearance. Some scars look like they were caused by something sharp, while others appear more like burns. There were also some that seemed almost... fresher than others. His lips, once hidden by the mask, are twisted into a smirk that sends shivers down your spine.

"You wanted to see, didn't you, doctor?" he asks, voice low and taunting. "You wanted to know what's behind this mask."

You can't tear your gaze away from his disfigured face, and you're overwhelmed by a mix of curiosity, horror, and a strange fascination.

"Are you surprised, doctor?" he continues, voice now tinged with mockery. "Do I look like a monster to you?"

You can't seem to respond just yet, eyes still peering over him as if trying to discern the features of his face. There's this wave of familiarity that seems to hit you, as if you've seen those certain details before. A nagging feeling tugs at the corners of your memory like a half-forgotten dream.

You squint, trying to connect the dots between the disfigured face before you and the dim recollection buried deep within your mind. The way the scars twist and curl, the faint traces of burn marks𑁋it's all so eerily and hauntingly familiar. You swear you've seen those eyes before. He watches your expression closely, as if he can read your thoughts, and those eyes that seem to follow your every move, your every thought𑁋

And then it hits you. It hits you like a freight train on the tracks that was beyond avoidable. It hits you like a tidal wave crashing against the shore of your conscience, leaving wreckage to be abandoned and forgotten forever in its wake. It hits you like a thunderstorm tearing apart a peaceful, sunny day.

"Hui...?" is all you manage to choke out.

Images from the past flash before your eyes𑁋Hui, the young boy you once knew, whose face was marked with troubled innocence and a haunting vulnerability that had drawn you to him in the first place. You had watched him grow, had nurtured the fragile trust he had placed in you. You recall your early sessions together, hearing all the painful details of the fire that had torn his life apart.

His smirk deepens, and his eyes gleam with an uncanny satisfaction.

"Hui died ten years ago, doctor," he says with a cold, haunting certainty. "He died in that same fire that set this place ablaze. I'm sure you remember that very well, don't you?"

The room seems to close in on you, and the memories of that fateful night come rushing back like a torrential downpour. The fire, the chaos, the screams. It had been a nightmarish scene, etched into your memory like the faint scars that plague your arms from that very night.

But before you could respond, you felt something vibrate in your pocket. It's the end of your session.

FLASHBACK: 2013

The fire alarm rang.

It was blaringly loud, completely jolting you out of your chair in the silence that carried through your office. Your heart raced as the panic had begun to sink in, the blood-red light of the alarm painted the muted colours of your office walls with a surreal, macabre-like glow, and the acrid scent of smoke was beginning to fill your lungs.

You reached for the door handle, but your trembling hands fumbled, and it wouldn't budge. You tried again and again, the cold sweat on your palms making it even more difficult to grip.

"Wh-What the hell?" You shakily muttered to yourself, before bringing your fists up to pound on the door. "Hello? Someone help me! I'm in here! Someone!"

The panic intensified as the fire alarm continued its relentless wail as you continued to pound on the door. Smoke started to seep in from the edges of your office door, and you could feel the heat of the flames approaching. You coughed, choking on the sharp fumes that stung your throat. It felt like the walls were closing in on you. Fuck, fuck, what do you do? How the hell was the fire spreading so fast?

You were trapped. You were going to die.

The windows! You remembered the windows. Desperation drove you to the large window on the wall. Instinctively, you grabbed a chair and used it to break it, the sound of shattering glass ringing in your ears, the shards grazing against your skin and the palm of your hands, making you let out a sharp gasp. Blood trickled from the cuts on your hands, and as you peered down to the ground below, you realised that you were too high above the ground for a safe jump.

The fire was only getting closer and closer.

As you hesitated by the shattered window, a muffled voice from the hallway reached your ears. "Is anyone in there? We're trying to get you out!"

Your eyes widened as you stumbled back to the door. "I'm in here! Please help!"

"Step back! We're breaking down the door!"

You stepped back from the window as much as you could and away from the smoke, feeling the flames inching closer. Your vision blurred as you fought to breathe, eyes stinging with tears from the dry air.

Moments later, a loud crash resounded through the room as the door burst open. A group of firefighters rushed in, their protective gear making them look like otherworldly figures emerging from the haze. They quickly located you, wrapped you in a fire-resistant blanket, and led you to safety.

Once you were outside, an emergency medical team checked you over for any injuries, plastered up your arms, and administered oxygen. You were shaken, bruised, and suffering from smoke inhalation, but you were alive. Somehow. In some way.

Then, you found your mind drifting back to Hui. Did he manage to get out safely? Where was he? Questions swirled in your mind as you watched the firefighters work tirelessly to contain the blaze. God, he must not be in the right state of mind after witnessing yet another fire himself.

"Excuse me..." You weakly called out to a paramedic, voice barely a whisper.

The paramedic turned to you, concern etched on their face beneath their protective gear. "Yes, are you okay?"

You swallowed hard, barely getting your words together. "I was in there... in the building. I have some patients... uh... Do you know if they made it out? I need to know if they're safe."

The paramedic exchanged a glance with another passing colleague, eyes hidden behind their mask, before returning back to you and shaking their head.

"We're still searching for survivors and dealing with the fire," they explained. "We can't give you any information right now. I'm truly sorry. I'll let them know to keep a lookout. Can you describe them for me?"

You described what your other patients and what Hui looked like as much as you could, and the emergency worker took down all the information before walking away to tend to others.

The silence that followed was suffocating, perhaps even more than what you endured inside the building, and you found it difficult to hold back tears of frustration from flowing down your face.

As the smoke gradually dissipated and the flames were brought under control, the once-deafening alarm was reduced to sporadic chirps and the occasional distant rumble of falling debris. The scene around you was one of destruction, merely charred remains of a place that was filled with hope and healing.

You glanced down at your trembling, injured hands and arms and see the cuts from the shattered window, yet the physical pain was nothing compared to the anguish in your heart, and the fear and guilt that gnawed at you. You lost patients whom you had sworn to protect, had sworn𑁋no, promised to heal.

It was only when the search and rescue teams began to wind down their efforts that you realised the search for Hui had come with no results. All of your other patients were safe, but him. There was no sign of him anywhere, as if he slipped off the face of the earth.

A firefighter approached you some time later, his face covered in soot appearing both exhausted and empathetic.

"I'm sorry," he spoke, voice heavy with regret and defeat. "We've searched every area we could access, but we haven't found anyone else. The fire was intense, and... I'm truly sorry."

His words hit you like a hammer blow, and you felt your heart sink even further. You had dedicated your life to saving others, and yet it seemed that you might have failed to save one.

"Thank... Thank you for trying," You mumbled to the firefighter, nodding in acknowledgement. "And thank you for risking your lives to save us."

PRESENT DAY: 2023

The clouds outside obscure any hints of sunlight, and the overcast sky casts a sad, grey hue over the world outside. The room feels dim and lonely despite the overhead lights. You try to ignore that particular gnawing feeling to your skin as you sit at your desk, waiting for your next session with Moon Jun to start. It'll happen anytime now𑁋perhaps the more you anticipate will make time go by slower.

However your thoughts are interrupted by the soft knock at your door, and you look up to see Seokmin standing there. He offers you a warm smile as you motion for him to come inside, and you swear you see small ray of sunshine break through the clouds outside at the corner of your eye.

"Hey, how're you holding up?" he asks. "I wanted to check up on you."

You tilt your head a bit giddily at the sight of him. "We just had lunch break together, Seokmin."

He rolls his eyes at this, scratching the back of his neck bashfully. "I know, I know, but I... Well, is there a rule here that says I can't see you twice in one day when we're not working?"

Your lips purse together thoughtfully. "I guess not."

"Good." He grins, but it's quick to fade once he takes another look at you. "so... how have you been?"

The soft concern in Seokmin's voice is almost like a comforting hug for your ragged nerves. Normally it's your duty to ask your patients those kinds of questions, not the other way around. You offer him a tired but appreciative smile as he settles into the chair across from your desk. It's a rare moment when the roles are reversed, even if it's just for one short minute.

"You look tired," Seokmin points out, and it makes you let out a chuckle, even though it's tinged with weariness.

"You have a good eye, Seokmin," You reply playfully, and he blushes at this. "Do you want to know what I've been dreaming about the past few weeks?

Seokmin thinks about it for a second, then his eyes widen slightly.

"Is it... the fire?" he queries, hoping there's that small chance he might be wrong.

Your steady gaze meets his.

"Yes," You admit casually. "It's always the fire."

Or specifically, it's the fire and the guilt that you weren't able to save anyone, and it had been eating away at you ever since that fateful day.

His face softens at this, then he feels himself hesitate for a brief moment, before slowly reaching out to place his hand over yours on the desk. His touch is warm and reassuring, and you can feel the genuine concern in his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry you have to go through that, I wish there was a way I could... you know, stop you from reliving those kinds of things." His words make your lips twitch upwards, and he knows he's done something right. He finishes your smile with one of his own. "But... you're not alone in this. Just know I'm here."

"You've been helping me this entire time, Seokmin," You assure him. "If anything, I should be the one thanking you."

The weight of all the memories and unhealed scars left behind still cling to you like shadows. But in the presence of Seokmin, the burdens seem a little lighter, the darkness a bit less suffocating. The room seems a bit less lonely as you both sit there, just like all the days you eat lunch together where you seem to look forward to seeing him sit with you, and the sound of the clock ticking on the wall serves as a reminder that time keeps moving forward.

Before you know it, it's as if you've been struck by a gong that you could only hear, and you knew it was time to move forward with your session. You take your hand away from Seokmin as you stand up, and he follows suit.

"Y/N, wait, um..." Seokmin stops you before you could leave, and you turn back to him. "If something bad happens, or if you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out to me, even outside of work. I... want to make sure you're okay."

His words warm your heart, and you shoot him a thankful look.

"I know I can," You say, while opening the door to the outside of your office. "Thank you, Seokmin."

When you enter inside room 610, you spot Moon Jun sitting on the chair that you were supposed to sit in, his posture relaxed and arms crossed almost impatiently. He didn't wear the mask on his face, and he appeared confident, somewhat smug. It was the only other chair in the room. The other place for you to sit would be... the bed. This isn't how a typical therapy session begins.

"Doctor, I was just thinking about you!" he exclaims excitedly. "Please, go ahead and sit down on the bed. I thought it would be great to change things up a little. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

You hesitate for a moment, glancing between him and the bed. Maintaining your professionalism, you make your way to the bed and sit down, folding your hands in your lap. Something brushes against your leg for a moment, you look down to see a sheet of paper sitting next to you, and a plethora of crayons resting on top.

"Please bare with me for the mess, I was busy drawing before you came in," he tells you, voice almost cheery and... delighted?

As you sit on the bed, his demeanour only raises more questions than answers. He appears unusually relaxed, and his eagerness is disturbing. It's unlike him.

"Of course, that's fine with me," You tell him casually.

There's a grin that spreads across his scarred face, and it brings an uncomfortable twist to your stomach, but you don't let it show, though at this point you feel that he can sense your nervousness, your unease, knowing there's history between you two you thought to have burned away in the back of your mind.

Yet it had all come back just like his reemergence back into your life𑁋into something more sinister.

"He talks to me sometimes, even though he's perished in the flames," Jun begins, grabbing the paper right next to you. "You remember his drawings, right? Back in that big, bright room... where beneath all those smiles of the other patients was just... hopelessness."

Then he flips the paper over, and you find yourself peering at a drawing of flames, and the uncanny similarity to Hui's artwork all those years ago cannot be ignored. You see the same vivid depiction of flames, the swirling reds and oranges dancing on the page, and the black lines of its remains. But more than that, it's the emotions that these drawings evoke, the overwhelming sense of dread, and the traumatic memories that it unsheathes. He's the personification of the fire that scarred you all those years ago.

You feel a lump form in your throat. "Hui..."

"I-I am not Hui!" he wails out unexpectedly, voice shaking with anger. His hand grips the crayon so tightly that it snaps in his grasp, the colour streaking across the paper. "Hui is dead, remember? Burned by the flames?"

"If you're not Hui, then who are you?" You ask almost pleadingly.

His fingers toy with the broken crayon as he leans in closer, his disfigured face mere inches from yours. His gaze pierces through you like a knife, and in the dimly lit room, the shadows play tricks on his scarred face, making his disfigurement seem even more malformed.

"The phoenix, don't you remember, doctor?" He chuckles lowly. "It's a creature reborn from the ashes of its own destruction, risen from the flames just like me. Rebirth and fire, doctor! You haven't been paying attention, have you?"

You sense the panic seeping inside you, causing your heart to race. His words send shivers down your spine, and you realise that he's explaining with a belief that goes beyond mere delusion, beyond repair. The scars on his face are only a fraction of the damage done. He claims to have risen from the ashes, taking on a new identity, giving him this motive of... cleaning the world with fire.

Cleaning the world...

...with fire.

Ashes of its own destruction....

"You..." You slowly rise up from the bed, the room suddenly feeling too confining. The door seemed like it was miles away, and you find your breathing shaky and unsteady. "You were... you caused those fires, didn't you?"

His eyes fixate and narrow down on you as you stand up from the bed, and a sly smile spreads across his scarred face. His gaze is intense, and you feel like you're trapped. You recall the sessions you had with him years ago that you thought were leading him toward healing. But now, you face a man who has fully embraced a twisted ideology.

"I didn't cause those fires," he responds with eerie calmness. "I simply set things in motion."

"You𑁋You killed innocent people, you were the one... from ten years ago... You𑁋"

"They were all lost, meaningless, and I brought meaning to their lives. What's so hard to understand?" he deadpans.

"You killed your family," You state. "How can... how can you justify that?"

"Hui killed his family, I didn't," he claims, crumpling up the piece of paper in his hands. "Hui started all of this, I'm merely just a follower. He was misunderstood his entire life, and you promised him healing, which you didn't fulfill."

The room feels like it's boiling you alive, and you're stuck in an endless maze of his twisted delusions. There's a sense of helplessness as you try to reach through to the man behind the scars, the one who once sought your help, but you fear that he's too far gone.

"Jun, this isn't the answer. The… the phoenix is not real,” You plead, your voice trembling. "Hui was troubled, yes, but violence is not the path to understanding or redemption. It only leads to more pain and destruction."

His expression only hardens as he throws the crumpled up piece of paper on the floor, gloved hands forming fists at his side.

"You think you can help people by sitting in your comfy chair, listening to their problems, and scribbling notes on a fucking notepad." He scoffs annoyedly, leaning back in his chair. "You're just like all the others, doctor, so dumb and worthless. You never understood... You say that you do, but you don't."

And just as you were about to speak, you watch him pull something out of the pocket of his patient gown. You squint your eyes, and a gasp shudders out of you when you notice what's in his hands.

A lighter.

"You people are just so gullible, all while you're thinking you're helping," he mutters, flicking the lighter on. The tiny flame dances at the tip, casting bizarre shadows across his scarred face. "When in reality, you're laughing behind our backs with your stupid cigarettes and your fancy degrees. You wouldn't believe the things you can find in a place like this. It's amazing what people leave lying around."

There's an arrow that penetrates through your heart, an arrow of betrayal, helplessness. How can he think of you this way when you dedicated your entire time to helping him heal all those years ago? How can he, of all people, not see that your intentions were always to provide support and understanding?

You can feel the room heating up, not just from the small flame but from the growing tension. Jun's eyes are locked onto the flickering fire of the lighter, and his words are plagued with bitter resentment. You attempt to scurry to the door, but he blocks your way, nearly shoving the flame of the lighter in your face.

"Don't you see how beautiful this is, doctor?" he utters in a trance-like state, as if the flame was hypnotising him. The orange and yellow hues reflect onto his soulless eyes. He moves the lighter dangerously close to your face, and you can feel the searing heat radiating from the tiny inferno at the tip of your nose.

Your heart pounds like a beating drum, beads of sweat form on your forehead, and your breathing quickens as panic threatens to engulf you. But his gaze only remains possessed on the fire, as if he's being consumed by the very flames he holds in his hands.

"It's so beautiful how something so small can hold so much power," he murmurs, voice barely more than a whisper.

"This... This isn't the way to find meaning or healing," You respond, slowly backing away from him, trying to create some distance between the flame and yourself. "Fire and destruction only lead to more suffering, more pain. It's not the answer, Jun."

For a split second, something flickers in Jun's eyes, as if a fragment of his former self tries to break free from the shackles of his obsession. But it's a fleeting moment, quickly devoured by his fixation on the fire.

"There are... There are people who want to help you. Don't you remember all of our sessions together? All the... all the breakthroughs we had? You were making progress, Jun. You were on your way to healing." You bring your hand up as if in defense, watching him closely as he steps the tiniest inch closer to you. "I... I want to help you, I always have. I..."

He stares at you, and for a moment, it seems like your words might be getting through to him.

"Let me help you, Hui."

But just when you think your words may have struck a chord, his face contorts into a menacing grin and you can see the flame reflect onto his eyes. The last fragile thread of sanity that seemed to linger has snapped.

"You failed Hui that night, just like you failed me." He chuckles darkly. "You couldn't save us. Do you really think you can save everyone, doctor? Do you really think all the patients you've helped all these years are any better off now?"

Now, you found yourself speechless, a tight grip around your throat from his words.

He laughs coldly, waving the flame in front of your face once more. "You're so blind, doctor. You want to heal and save everyone, but you can't save me, and you can't save yourself. I can see it in your eyes."

He’s getting in your head, you know he is. He's trying to loosen your grip on whatever reality is𑁋attempting to unravel in your mind that you were, in some way, responsible for the events that had occurred over the years, forcing you to succumb to the guilt placed on your shoulders. You've never dealt with someone so deeply rooted to their own twisted reality. You can't reason with him.

It's impossible.

But you refuse to be the victim of your own past just like you had made yourself to be.

"Junhui," You call out urgently, and the use of his real name brings a harsh, foreign taste to your tongue. You notice the way he flinches slightly to it. "That person still exists inside you𑁋I-I know it does. Please, let that part of you come back. I'm here to listen, to understand, and to help. No matter what you believe."

The flame continues to sway at the end of the lighter, yet his face remains deformed into that unsettling grin, but your words seem to have given him a momentary pause.

"You think you can bring him back?" he hisses, bringing the flame away from your face, stretching his arm out toward the side. "He's dead, doctor. It's too late."

And with that, he tosses the lighter in the direction of the bed, and a cascade of flames quickly engulf the sheets, the crayons, the drawing, everything. Horror sets in as you watch the fire rapidly spreading, consuming the room, and overhead the fire alarm screams into action.

"Isn't it beautiful, doctor?" he guffaws as the flames devour the room, eyes wide with awe. "It's so perfect... So beautiful..."

Nothing but Jun's laughter fills the air as he watches the flames lick up the once-white walls with a maniacal fascination. The flames flicker and crackle loudly, casting shifting shadows on the walls of the room. You dart towards the door, but the intense heat and smoke make it nearly impossible to breathe or see, and you cover your mouth and nose with your hand. Coughing and vision disoriented, you stumble and hit the floor with a thud, weakly pounding your fists against the door.

"Someone help!" You shout desperately, the words barely escaping your mouth. "Someone help! I-I'm in here! Anyone, please!"

The room is suffocating you whole. You can hardly even see where Jun is amidst all the smoke, yet his laughter still rings in your ears, fogging away all your thoughts. You keep pounding on the door, voice hoarse from shouting, skin tingling with heat, but there's no response from the other side.

So this is how you're going to die, You think to yourself, leaning back against the wall like you were accepting your fate, and the thought makes you chuckle at the irony.

Time seems to stretch into eternity. But just when it feels like all hope is lost, the door bursts open, and a strong hand reaches in, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the room and into the chaotic corridor. In the corridor, the fresh air is quick to fill up your lungs. You gasp for breath, your heart racing, while the fire alarm continues to blare.

It's Seokmin who pulled you from the room, and you can hardly make out his face from your stinging, watery eyes. He wraps a protective arm around you as you both stumble away from the dangerous room, mixing with the rushing crowd of staff and patients all being guided outside to their safety.

"Y/N, are you okay?! Stay with me!" Seokmin continues to pull you through the corridor, shielding you from anything that you might run into.

You only manage a weak nod, still coughing from all the smoke. Your mind is racing, and you can hardly tell where you were going, but you trust Seokmin's guidance as he leads you further away from the scene of the fire. The sounds of sirens and shouting surround you, and the sight of the smoke floating out from the room you just escaped haunts your thoughts.

When the brightness of the outside hits your eyes, you catch your breath and fall out of Seokmin's grasp and down to the ground. Firefighters and police officers quickly brush past you and into the building as Seokmin pulls you up once more to lead you in the direction of the paramedics and ambulances.

"Here, sit down." Seokmin places you on the stair of the ambulance and helps you out of your white coat before wrapping a blanket around you. "Can we get some help over here?"

A paramedic approaches, checking you over and providing oxygen to help clear your lungs of all the smoke you inhaled. Your heart is still pounding in your chest as you sit there, trying to process what just happened.

Seokmin places himself right next to you, scanning over your features closely. You look over at him, and he gives you a reassuring smile, pushing away some disheveled strands of hair so he could properly see your face.

"You're going to be okay," he assures you, rubbing some comforting circles on your back. "Just take deep breaths and try to relax. They'll take you to the hospital to make sure you're alright."

You give him a nod, feeling a bit more security from him than the blanket draped over your shoulders right now. The two of you sit there for a few minutes, calmly watching the chaos begin to subside. It didn't look like the fire damaged much in terms of the outside of the building.

"I'm going to see if I could help around," Seokmin says, standing up. "Just stay here, okay? I'll be back before they take you to the hospital."

Just as he begins to walk away, you hesitate for a second, before calling out his name, "Hey, Seokmin?"

He turns back to you, a look of concern in his eyes. "Yes? Do you need something?"

You reach out your hand toward Seokmin, silently gesturing for him to come closer. He approaches, and without a word, you pull him into a tight hug. You feel him freeze in your grasp, before his arms fully encircle you in return, tightening the hug, and for a moment, the world around fades away as you hold onto each other. You can feel his heart beat a bit faster than normal against your chest, but you don't acknowledge it, and neither does he.

Eventually, you reluctantly pull away from the hug, but you don't let go of Seokmin's hand just yet.

"Thank you," You whisper. "for everything."

His gaze softens as he looks at you, before glancing away shyly. It makes you chuckle.

"No need to," he tells you. "I'm... I'm just happy you're safe."

The two of you stay like that for a moment, with you closing your eyes to steady your breathing while Seokmin continues to hold your hand, and you can feel the tension in your body slowly easing.

Seokmin's smile is warm, and he squeezes your hand gently. "I'll be back soon, okay? Just hang in there."

With that, he leaves your side to assist the emergency responders, leaving you seated on the ambulance's stairs, wrapped in a blanket. Your brows furrow together, trying to make sense of the situation and all the events that just transpired. The fear, the confusion, the mania that gripped the lost man back in that room𑁋it all swirls within your mind. The lingering scent of smoke fills your nose, and you swear and you can still feel the heat on your skin even though the air was cool outside.

As you sit there, lost in thought, suddenly feeling disconnected from the world around you, you find yourself questioning the nature of your profession and everything you ever believed about it. Could you have done something differently? Were there signs you missed that might have prevented this particular descent in delusion? Was he right, and you were blind this entire time? Not just for him, but for everyone you've helped?

Were you really this dumb and worthless?

Or perhaps was it impossible to save him this entire time...

...and he was too far gone?

That hefty burden of guilt, both for your inability to help him in the past and in the present, weighs heavily on your shoulders. What's for sure is that this will forever be an image tainted in your mind, scarred just like the man who brought destruction and chaos to your life today, and that particular day ten years ago.

You don't know how long you sat there until Seokmin returns, yet when he comes up to you, his face appears disturbed and... paranoid?

"They've got the fire under control. It didn't spread much farther than the room," he informs you, catching his breath. "It seems like nobody else was hurt."

"That's good to hear." Your eyes roam over his features, taking in the tense expression to his face. "Is... is everything okay? How about..."

He sits down beside you, expression still apprehensive. You can see the flicker of concern in his eyes, and the remnants of the chaos from moments ago are still evident in the way he holds himself. His gaze meets yours, and you notice a small shift in his demeanour, as if there's something he's struggling to express.

Seokmin darts his attention around, as if making sure no one was listening in, before taking a deep breath and leaning in.

"They... They said they didn't find his body in the room," he mutters, and it's so quiet you hardly make out what he says. "It's... It's like he escaped."

Your heart drops. A sinking feeling settles in your chest. Dread washes over you at his words.

"W-What?"

another another note: sorry if u expected some sort of romance w jun (which would kinda be weird for the story tbh), but feel free to imagine whatever u want w our dear seokmin. cgrats on making it to the end of the longest oneshot i’ve made so far on this blog 😍🫶

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unconventional methods - chapter 2

Summary: Bucky Barnes struggles with his feelings towards Bunny, leading him to make a big mistake. Now he must make it right. It means doing something he is uncomfortable with.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (SHIELD Agent Bucky Barnes x Adult Content Creator Reader)

Word Count: 6.7K

Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, texting, overthinking, self-doubt, misunderstandings, pet names, video call, mutual masturbation, slight dirty talk if you squint, metal arm use, use of a dildo, teasing, small dose of sub/dom dynamic, no mention of y/n.

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who showed interest in the first chapter. I really didn't expect this story to get the attention it did. Means a lot to me. If you didn't read the first chapter, you definitely should before reading this one.

unconventional methods - chapter 1

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This story will end with chapter three, which will most likely come out the following Sunday (12th March)

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<<< Previous Chapter

After that magical night, Bucky found himself overthinking again. He was definitely struggling with the feelings he had for her. They were sexual, but that was not all. He had been in only sexual relationships before the war. It was like an agreement: purely sexual and for fun. Some girls wanted a bit more experience before finding the love of their lives, and it was totally fine, but this… this definitely wasn’t the same. He was feeling possessive over her and the feeling was so strange, especially considering they did not even meet face to face.

Of course, he knew he wasn’t the only person she was sharing this side of herself with. Posting adult content was literally her job. There was no doubt other men would like to get closer to her and she would probably talk to them a little, see how she feels and if things fall into place, they would get to see this side of her and she would get aroused just for them. A rare sight. Anybody would be lucky to witness that.

He still couldn’t believe she was into him. It was probably more of the idea of him, not the real him since she didn’t know who he actually is, right? He knew his dick wasn’t a disappointment, his body was fine, but definitely could be better. There was always space for improvement. She did not see the metal arm or his face. She only heard his voice, saw some parts of his body, and created a different version of Bucky. Not even Bucky, James. Some 33-year-old dude named James who was partially good-looking. In her mind, he must be someone else, completely different from reality.

That was what she should be for him too, right? Some random super attractive girl on the internet who was willing to talk to him? Nothing more. Yet he couldn’t force himself to feel nothing but sexual attraction toward her. He tried to focus on work, but he couldn’t. Mission reports were always boring anyway. How were they supposed to distract him?

>> Hey handsome, I hope you’re having a good day.

Her texting him doesn’t help, either. It’s just making it harder for him to stay away. He needed to distance himself, get a new perspective and maybe, maybe have a chance to realize he was being ridiculous. But she was so hard to resist her, especially when she was just wishing him a good day like this, with no expectation or pressure.

<< Hey, Bunny. It’s boring, but I’ll survive. I hope you are having a good day.

>> Oh, I’m having a great day. Especially after last night…

Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath when he read the message. He just wished she wouldn’t bring it up. It was great, he can’t deny it, but he knew… he fucking knew it was nothing special for her, and remembering that just broke his heart a little more. She shouldn’t have to act like it meant something to her. The idea of her faking something was just unbearable.

<< You know you don’t have to…

>> I don’t have to what?

<< I’m grateful that you made me feel special. It felt great, but I know I’m not special or anything and you don’t have to act like I am. It’s fine.

Her responses came in so quickly, he had a bit of a hard time following them.

>> What the fuck, James?

>> What the actual fuck?

>> Do you think I am doing this with everyone?

>> Is that how low you think of me?

>> You think I open my messages, talk to the ones that seem okay, and send them special photos in my spare time?

>> Why would I fucking do that? What am I gaining? Loyal followers? More paying customers? People don’t wanna pay shit for things they can get for free. I know that better than anyone. It’s my job!

>> You think I pick the ones that are good-looking, and just have fun? If that were the case you wouldn’t even have a chance! Do you know why? You don’t even have a profile picture! I didn’t even know your name for days! I don’t even know if you are single or married or divorced!

>> If you think I’m treating loyal customers like this or something you are wrong. God, I feel so stupid because I thought you were different. Why would you be any different than the others? Just because you respected my boundaries, just because you didn’t ask for private photos, and just because you reminded me of those gentlemen from 40s movies, it doesn’t mean you are not after the same thing they are.

>> You have no idea what I am risking just by talking with you. God, I’m so stupid.

>> You got what you want and now you are done with the small talk. I get it. I’m backing off. Sorry for disturbing you.

<< Bunny, bunny, bunny!

<< No, please, stop! That’s not what I meant.

<< Please, give me a chance to explain myself.

<< Please.

<< That’s not what this was, believe me.

>> Explain what? How this is nothing special for you? It was just a bit of fun time with the girl you were following online? I don’t want to hear it.

>> You don’t have to explain anything to me. You don’t owe me an explanation, I’m just a random girl who shares adult content. Obviously, I have no soul or feelings.

<< I’m the one who has feelings for you, okay?! I didn’t think you would find me interesting or special because I don’t feel like I am.

<< I am sorry. I think I was just projecting. That’s what my therapist would say.

<< I just didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable with my feelings. I thought they would be totally unrequited.

>> You have feelings for me?

>> You better not be lying to get out of trouble, James!

<< I’m not, I swear. Just give me a chance, okay?

>> Fine. You get one chance. Tonight. You explain yourself on a video call or I’m not talking to you anymore.

<< Whatever you want, doll. Whatever you want. Just don’t step out of my life.

***

The day did not seem to pass fast enough. It felt like time was standing still just to torture Bucky more. The work was much more boring than usual: a lot of paperwork, signatures, and chasing the right people. Not that he was chasing anyone. He was sitting and pitying himself while waiting for Natasha to show up. He just wanted to get up and leave, but apparently, it wasn’t possible. When Natasha finally stepped inside, Bucky groaned out of frustration.

“Oh, fucking finally, Romanoff.”

Natasha didn’t even look at him.

“I was busy. What do you need?”

“A couple of signatures.” She leaned in and started to sign the papers as quickly as possible. She was never reading what she was signing because who had time to read a 25-page-long mission report? Apparently, Bucky Barnes because he had to write it from the scratch. Like his day wasn’t horrible enough... “I wish we could just go on missions, and that would be it.”

“Oh, that’s the dream, Barnes. That’s the dream.” She finally put her pen down. “I’ve been writing the mission reports for months. It’s your turn now, stop complaining.”

“I know, I know.” He accepted the defeat much easier than he normally would.

“Are you alright?”

Bucky looked up at her from his seat. Was he alright? Definitely not. He could feel a heavy knot inside his chest, burning his lungs and stomach while he was waiting for tonight. Of course, he wasn’t going to say that to Romanoff.

“I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t look like you are. Whatever it is, stop overthinking.”

“Easier said than done,” he murmured.

“Look, I know it’s not an on-off switch, but you gotta try a little bit harder. Shift your focus on something else or just face whatever makes you this… uneasy.”

“I’m gonna face it. Shifting my focus is not helping.”

Natasha gave him a suspicious look. She had no idea what this was about, but she had a feeling it might be because of the pretty girl she suggested to him. Or was it just wishful thinking? No, wishful thinking wasn’t something she did often. She was always a big realist and something was definitely up with Barnes.

“Good.” She simply answered. She knew him well enough to guess pressuring him to talk wouldn’t work on him. “We have a meeting tomorrow.”

Bucky groaned in frustration because he was just done with the mission report and now SHIELD was ready to send them in another mission again.

“We need a break.”

“This one is pretty urgent. Apparently, it’s been an undercover operation for a while now and they finally got the info they need. We’ll need to leave right after the meeting.”

“An undercover operation, huh? Interesting.”

“Be here at 9. Fury wants us all present, it’s really important.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll be there.”

***

Bucky had no idea when the video call was gonna happen, but he was already feeling too self-conscious. His face was known to most people all over the world since he was accused of killing the king of Wakanda. Then working for SHIELD became a big deal. He wasn’t sure how Bunny would react when she realized he was the Winter Soldier. He wasn’t ready for that.

>> Are you there? I’m available for that video chat.

<< I am.

>> OK. I’m calling you.

He quickly turned his laptop on, hoping he would keep the camera off for the conversation. Maybe just hearing his voice would be enough for her.

“James?” Her voice was so soft and silky. Hearing her saying his name like that made him shiver a little.

“Yes, doll?”

“Why is your camera off?” Of course, she wasn’t gonna let it go. What was he even thinking?

“I am not…” He actually didn’t know what to say. “I don’t feel comfortable…”

“You don’t feel comfortable with me? Is that what you’re saying?” She definitely sounded offended.

“No, it’s not like that. I don't feel comfortable... and you might not feel comfortable either."

“Why?”

“It’s hard to explain.” He was hoping she would just let it go.

“Try me.” She didn’t.

“Please, doll… Let’s just talk.” He was practically begging at this point.

“Jamie, if you don’t turn the camera on, I’m leaving. We can’t continue like this.” She sounded so determined, it was scary. And her calling him Jamie? A part of him melted. He had noticed how her calling him Jamie influenced him in this way. Maybe because his mom called him Jamie when he was little. Bucky came later when he was a teenager. Before that, he was Jamie at home.

“Don’t. Please, don’t.”

“Don’t what? Call you Jamie?” The defensive tone of her voice was breaking his heart.

“Don’t leave.” He quickly turned the camera on, afraid she might just leave. Then he heard her gasp. Fuck, she’s scared, he thought. “I told you it might be uncomfortable.”

She quickly pulled herself together.

“Yeah, it’s so uncomfortable looking at that pretty face.” She managed to say, trying to hide her surprise. “Or those blue eyes. Do you ever look in the mirror Bu-bunny?”

“Bunny?” He repeated confused. “You are the bunny, not me, doll.”

“If you say so.” She shrugged, licking her lips nervously. “I can’t believe you have been hiding this face all this time.” she tried to focus on him. “Why did you even think I would be uncomfortable?”

“Don’t you know… who I am?” he sounded nervous again, thinking he might have to explain his past. It’s always tedious. How can you say you were a brainwashed assassin in a less threatening way? You can’t. That was the problem.

“I know you were the Winter Soldier if that’s what you are asking.”

Oh.

“That explains the reaction.”

“No, it was because of your pretty face. Not because of your past. I’m in no position to judge you for your past. Whatever you did, you had no control over it. That’s pretty obvious.”

“How can you be so sure?” His question came instantly.

“Maybe I can tell you how and why one day, but not today.” She sounded a bit uncomfortable, so Bucky didn’t want to push her.

“Whenever you want, Bunny. I will always be here to listen.”

“Can I see your arm?” The change of topic came too suddenly. Her question caught Bucky off guard.

“Huh?”

“Your metal arm. It’s vibranium, right?” She was talking about the arm he has been trying to hide so hard. Does she really want to see that arm?

“Yes, it is.” He tried to sound as normal as possible.

“Can I see it?” She repeated eagerly.

Without saying anything, Bucky curled up his sleeve to reveal a part of his arm, still feeling a bit uncomfortable.

“Wow.” She looked stunned. “It looks… so pretty. The gold details. Wow.”

Her expression was something that can’t be faked. She was so genuinely surprised and interested. It gave Bucky the confidence he needed.

“Wanna see the rest?”

Bunny nodded excitedly, making Bucky smile. He took his henley off pretty quickly, and his metal arm, broad chest, and dog tags were on full display.

“Now I know why you only had one arm in every picture you sent me. Smart move, Sergeant Barnes.” Her eyes were still on his body, focusing on his arm. Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he felt this desired. Oh, god she definitely knows who I am, he thought. Getting called by his rank did things to him. He could feel the blood rushing to the other places. It’s not the time, it’s not the time, he tried to remind himself, yet a low groan escaped his lips before he could control it.

“So am I gonna see the rest, Sergeant?”

He gave her a confused look. When he asked that question he meant the rest of his arm, but apparently Bunny had different ideas.

“You mean…”

“The rest of your body, yes.”

“I thought we were gonna talk.” He tried to hide how much he was actually enjoying this change.

“We were, but I changed my mind.” Bucky smiled once again. Maybe I still got it, he thought.

“Because of the arm?”

“Because of you and yes, the arm too since it’s a part of you.”

“I never thought…” He couldn’t get to finish that thought.

“Your arm would be a turn-on? Well, it is. You should get used to that.”

“That’s gonna take a while,” Bucky admitted, then he looked back at the screen. “You gotta share more to see more, Bunny.”

“You are a fast learner, Sergeant. I like that.”

“I told you, you can always count on that.”

Bunny took her shirt off, instead of answering him. Bucky’s expression changed pretty quickly when he noticed she had no bra on. God, he needed to touch her, feel her and make her feel good, but he has no idea if that was even possible. His eyes focused on her nipples. How could they look this delicious over a video call? He wanted to latch on them, suck until she was a crying mess under him.

“You okay, Sarge?”

“God, Bunny, if you call me Sarge or Sergeant one more time, I will come inside my pants.”

“Noted,” she said with a teasing voice. “We wouldn’t want that, would we? I wanna see you first. Then we can make that happen.”

“I wanna see you, too. Coming hard while I tell you dirty things that turn you on.”

“Wow, the old man has a dirty mouth. Who would’ve thought?”

“Are you teasing me?” He asked with a small smile on his lips.

“I am challenging you.” Bucky gave her a suspicious look.

“To do what?”

“To talk dirty for real, James. You are ‘all talk and no action’ sometimes.”

“Oh, is that what we are doing now?” He already sounded challenged by her words. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t like a gentleman.”

“I do like a gentleman, outside the bed. In the bed, they are boring.”

“Okay, okay.” He nodded, trying to decide what to do next. “Good to know. Now, take your clothes off. I wanna see that body.”

“Is that an order, Sarge?”

“Yes, it is, Bunny.”

“And what if I don’t follow it?” Her voice was so fucking cute, Bucky did not know how she managed to be like this.

“Then you will be punished accordingly.” He didn’t even think before answering.

“Over the phone?”

“No. I will punish you in person. I will find wherever you live and I will punish you for not following a clear order.” The words spilled out of his mouth without much thought. The second he was done, he realized what he said. God, if she had got scared, she would have had every right to do so.

“That sounds more like a promise.” Her answer was unexpected and didn’t seem wary. Was she not scared of him? At all?

“It can be, but you wouldn’t wanna get punished.”

“Hmm…” She thought for a second. “Tell me, what do you want? A good girl or a bad one?”

“I want you, Bunny. Whichever you are.” His answer must be unexpected because Bunny’s expression changed for a second. She looked emotional and vulnerable, but she quickly pulled herself together.

“I am a little bit of both.”

“Then both it is.”

Bunny quickly took her remaining clothes off instead of responding, giving him a look. “Your turn.”

Bucky did the same.

“Now what do you want me to do?” She asked eagerly.

“Touch yourself for me.” She could feel how aroused he was just by hearing his voice. The full view of his erection was helping, too.

“Touch yourself first.” She sounded so demanding and Bucky couldn’t find the strength to refuse. His flesh hand wrapped around his already painful erection. “With the metal one, Sarge.”

Bucky quickly looked back at her, with confusion written all over his face.

“I promise, I am not a groupie or anything. I just think it would look so hot.”

“A groupie?”

“Google it if you don’t know what it means. I am not gonna embarrass myself by explaining.” Bucky laughed a little.

“I know what it means, Bunny. I just wasn’t sure why I would think you're a groupie.”

“Oh…” She looked at the camera for a second. “You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?” He was completely lost.

“That you have fans.”

The look he had was unforgettable: completely lost.

“I have fans?” He repeated mindlessly.

“Nobody told you that, huh?”

“Nope. I have fans?”

“You do.” Bunny giggled. He was really an adorable old man. “People who defend you online. I will explain more later, okay?”

“Okay.” He still sounded confused, but he let it go. The sight in front of him was more interesting than a group of people defending him.

“Metal hand, around your cock.” She reminded him.

“Right.” She watched him wrap his vibranium fingers around his erection. It was truly a sight.

“Now, your turn.”

“What do you want me to do?” She quickly asked.

“Do you have a dildo around?”

Bunny was silent for a second. “Yes?” Her tone was hesitant.

“Do you have a favorite?”

She tried not to smile. “Of course.”

“Take that one.” He sounded so confident. It was a huge turn-on.

“Wait a second.” She left the frame for a while, and Bucky could hear her walking around, looking through her stuff. Finally, she came back with it.

“You like it big,” Bucky stated after seeing the dildo. It was probably as big as his own dick. No wonder she was so into the pictures he sent.

“Is that a problem?” Her question was genuine. “I can get a smaller one.”

“Why would I want that?” He had no idea. “I want you to enjoy this. That’s why I asked for your favorite.”

Bunny’s concern vanished quickly.

“Now what, Sarge?”

“Now we both start to play with ourselves.”

“Sounds good.” Bucky watched her brushing her fingers against her clit while letting out delicious, low moans. It was nothing too pornographic, and he could feel more blood rushing to his lower side. He started to work on himself pretty slowly with his vibranium hand since it was new to him. He never used his metal fingers before so he was trying to be careful.

“Use lube.”

“Huh?” Bucky looked like a fish out of water.

“Use lube, it will make it better.” Her fingers were still working on her clit and lips as she spoke. “Or whatever you have. A cream works too, I guess.”

“I have lube, doll. How do you think my dick survived you for this long?”

She giggled again, and all Bucky wanted to do was kiss her hard. Her lips, her nipples, her wet pussy. Anything… he just needed to taste her.

“You don’t even need lube, do you?” he asked, trying to distract himself.

“Nope.” She moved her finger away from her pussy, just to show him how wet she is, and the response she got was a loud moan.

“Fuck.” He took a deep breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It was such a raw reaction, and Bunny loved every second of it. “All for me?”

“All for you, Sarge.”

His fingers started to work faster, and thanks to the lube, it was much better than he expected. He was surprised at how the metal felt against his cock. Definitely didn’t feel like flesh, but it was good. Really good since he could actually move his metal hand faster.

“Can I put this in me?” She asked Bucky for permission to finally use the dildo, and god, he had to stop for a second, not to come instantly.

“Yes. Yes, you can.” He breathed out, struggling to form sentences at this point, but he managed it.

She pushed the dildo inside her effortlessly and let out a loud moan as she moved it in further. Bucky took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. There is no way you are not gonna come before her. He was talking to himself. Just calm down.

"Ride that dildo, Bunny. Imagine it's me."

“You want this to be over soon, huh?” Her teasing tone helped him relax. He liked that he wasn’t alone in this.

“You gotta meet me in the middle, Bunny. Otherwise, it’s gonna be embarrassing.”

She didn’t tease or challenge him this time. She just listened to his order and started to ride the dildo as she would ride him. Her movements, the noises she made… She was making things even harder. He felt like he lost control of his fingers. He wanted to slow down, try to come with her, but his metal hand wasn’t listening to him.

“F-fuck.” He breathed out. “I’m- I’m gonna come.” He sounded so pained like he was disappointing her.

“I’m gonna come, too.” Her response was quick. “Sstop holding yourself back.” She was panting, involuntarily showing him how close she actually was.

“Shit. Pinch your nipple for me if you like that.” His metal hand was moving fast on his cock, it was oozing with precum already.

“I do.” She was out of breath already. “I do.” Pinching her nipple was enough to push her over the edge. “Oh, fuck…” When the first wave of her orgasm hit her, he could see how strong it was. “Fuck, Bucky…” The moment she said his name, he knew he was gone. There was no way he could hold back. “This feels so good. So fucking good.”

“God, Bunny.” He let out a loud moan as his come hit the laptop screen. He gasped as he continued to move his hand until he felt painfully overstimulated.

He had no idea how long the silence between them lasted.

“James?” He heard her silky voice before opening his eyes back up.

“I’m here, Bunny.” She smiled in response. She could see he was still there, but she wasn’t gonna say that.

“That was amazing.” Bunny looked so blissed out.

“Tell me about it.” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe how strong that orgasm was.

He heard Bunny taking another deep breath while looking back at him.

“Look, I know this is not the time…” Bunny sounded more serious than before. The tone got his attention back to her.

“Tell me.” He suddenly sounded so demanding.

“The timing is horrible.”

“I don’t care.” He smiled, trying to assure her.

“I won’t be around for a while.” His face dropped when he heard her words. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you tonight. I won’t be online or posting new content.”

"Is something wrong?" He sounded so worried, so panicked. As crazy as it might have been, he didn't want to lose her, especially after this.

“No, no, no.” She quickly assured him. “It's something I have to do. I was working on something for a long time and now it might come to an end. Which is a good thing since that's what I was trying to achieve. I just need to deal with it, then I will be back and I'll explain everything, okay?” Bucky nodded. “Just know that I'll be busy, but I'll come back, okay? No need to worry about me.”

“I will always worry about you.” That was the truth. Even if he knew she was fine, not hearing from her would worry him. “Thank you for telling me.”

***

The next morning, Bucky woke up feeling much better than he ever felt since he was a free man. Last night, things exceeded his expectations. He noticed how much he was overthinking everything, how he never thought she'd be so okay with who he was. He never thought she would be still attracted to him after seeing him. He wasn’t delusional enough to think he had an ugly face. The problem was the things that face was associated with and, yes, he was still convinced she was way out of his league. But she didn’t seem to care, and that was all that mattered to him.

He quickly got ready. His morning routine was simple, so he could just leave in half an hour: a quick shower, a simple breakfast, and putting on appropriate clothes were enough. After he was done with the essentials, he found a bit of time to send Bunny a good morning message. She might not be able to respond, since she told him she was gonna be busy these days, but he still felt like doing it. And after last night, he had no intention to refrain from following his wishes. Not anymore.

But when he opened the app, he was simply shocked, horrified even… Because Bunny was gone. Completely gone. Her account was deactivated, and only their old messages were still there.

The panic scattered throughout his body like rapid fire, spreading from his chest and burning everything on its path. He had no idea what to do. He didn't have her number or any social media accounts if she had any. He didn’t even know where she lived. Yes, sure, Bunny told him she was going to be away for a while and wouldn't be able to share anything, but deleting her whole account? That was completely unexpected and alarming. He rubbed his face with both of his hands, trying to figure out a way to make sure she was fine.

Slowly, the overthinking returned and took complete control of him. What if she just played it cool yesterday but wanted to vanish after learning who he actually was? The Winter Soldier was a terrifying figure, he would have not blamed her if that had been the case, yet he would have felt betrayed and disappointed. He tried to think of a moment or a small detail that showed she was just trying to act her way out of a dangerous situation, but nothing came to his mind. She was surprised, of course, but after that initial shock, she was back to her normal self. She even wanted to see him more intimately. Was it because she didn’t feel safe anymore? Could she possibly act so flawlessly and show no fear while trying to get away? A part of him didn't believe that couldn’t be true. She was one of the most authentic people he met, even though they did not actually meet in person. That was why he was pulled towards her this much. Another part of him thought this is basically her job. She had to look convincing enough, but looking and acting were completely two different things, and Bucky wasn’t sure of anything anymore. He was so focused on trying to find a logical explanation for everything that he almost didn't hear his phone ring.

When Bucky grabbed back his phone, he saw the name Sam Wilson on the screen. He didn’t feel like answering, but Sam was stubborn as usual. He called him back again in a second, and Bucky had no choice but to answer at the end.

“Hey, Buck. You ready buddy? I’m on my way and I can give you a lift.”

Bucky made an unintelligible sound, not knowing how to answer. He already forgot about the meeting and the time.

“Please, tell me you are ready. The meeting is in half an hour.”

“I am.” He finally managed to say something back. His own voice sounded robotic and the words were forced, but he had to go through this day to find a way to reach Bunny. Maybe he could ask for Fury’s help to locate her. It would take a lot of convincing, but he would do it for her. To make sure she was safe and sound. To do that, he had to go to this briefing.

“Okay, I’ll be there in 5.”

***

As Bucky and Sam finally arrived at the SHIELD headquarters, Bucky muttered a simple thank you. They didn't talk much during the ride, which wasn’t unusual, yet Sam suspected something was wrong. Bucky was usually calm and collected. He wouldn't engage in small talk or chat about random topics, but this time he seemed nervous. Sam wanted to ask what was wrong, but after all the time they spent together, he knew it was better to just wait for a sign. That was always more effective. Bucky would recoil into his shell like a freaking turtle if you made a move too soon, and that was the last thing they needed.

As for Bucky, he couldn't stop wondering about all the possibilities in the world and what he should do next. He would have to talk to Fury privately, ask for help, and get out of this mission. After that, he would go on whatever mission they decided to throw his way. No problem. None at all. Just let me be sure she is fine.

While still thinking about the plan in his mind, Bucky found an empty spot in the meeting room and sank down. He was checking his phone regularly to see if there was anything from Bunny or if maybe her profile would be back up, but no. There was nothing at all, and his worry was growing every second. He had no idea how he was supposed to go through this meeting at all.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to end one of the biggest undercover operations in the history of SHIELD.” Fury’s voice got the attention of everyone in the room. “We are going to hit HYDRA where it hurts the most. Innocents will be saved by cutting HYDRA’s biggest financial income. It doesn't get any better than this.” Fury talking about HYDRA got Bucky out of his own head for a second. “This operation has been going on for quite some time and there’s no one better than Agent Elvisa to explain the details before we get to action.” Fury turned his eyes to the side, moving his hand up to introduce the mysterious agent. What Bucky didn't expect was to see Bunny, in flesh and blood, right in front of him. She was wearing a generic SHIELD uniform, her hair neatly tied up in a ponytail, looking composed.

“Thank you, Director Fury.” Hearing her silky voice made Bucky realize he wasn’t dreaming. His eyes widened when he realized he was really standing there, looking perfect in that ugly outfit. He could feel a hole forming in his stomach while Agent Elvisa started to explain the details. She was actively trying to avoid meeting his eyes while talking, showing some statistics and the essential, but Bucky couldn’t hear anything. His ears were ringing.

Since Bunny kept avoiding the eye contact with him, Bucky’s glance turned over to Natasha. She was the one who suggested her, after all. Did she know about this? The woman who he thought was a complete stranger was actually a SHIELD agent. There was no way Natasha did not know this. Was this all an elaborate prank? Maybe orchestrated by Natasha. That would make perfect sense.

Bucky understood that HYDRA was making a lot of money from their human trafficking network, and SHIELD was about to destroy it. He would have loved to focus more on the details since this would have been a personal case for him in another context. He was one of their victims after all. Yet his palms were sweating as he thought about confronting her. Even when he tried hard to understand, his brain didn’t compute any of the information she was giving. It was too loud, too uncomfortable. He felt thirsty and nauseous at the same time.

After the meeting was over, Bucky jolted out of his seat to catch her. He needed a second to talk to her, privately, to understand what the fuck was going on. He thought he deserved that much explanation before going on another mission after everything that happened between them.

She was talking to someone, but Bucky didn’t pay attention to their conversation. He stopped right next to her, invading all of her personal space without considering how it might look from the outside.

“We need to talk.” His voice was so harsh, it made her flinch. She looked up and met his eyes for the first time, and he could clearly see she was uncomfortable.

“She was…” The man she was talking to tried to interject, but Bucky was having none of it.

“I’m talking to Agent Elvisa.” God, the way he said her name was stone-cold. It sounded like he wanted to spit her name out. He subtly grabbed her arm. “We need to talk. Right now.”

***

Bucky’s hand didn’t leave her arm until they were tucked inside the closest empty office. He was trying to control himself, but it was so hard when a million questions were running through his head. Yet, he managed to choose one to ask.

“Why?” His eyes were like two daggers.

“Why what?” She managed to say back, a little terrified.

“Why did you do this to me?” The way Bucky asked the question broke her heart. She could hear the disappointment, the pain and betrayal in his voice. “I just need to know why you did this to me.”

“What are you talking about? What did I do to you?” She looked completely clueless, and it hurt Bucky even more. “Look I know…” She tried to explain, but he didn’t let her.

“Was this a joke? Did Natasha put you up to this?” He talked so fast and harshly. “Or was this a bet between co-workers?” She was silent. Completely silent. Trying to understand what he was talking about.

“You think I played with you?” She asked the question like she couldn’t believe him.

“Didn’t you, Agent Elvisa?” Again, her code name sounded so harsh on his lips. She wasn’t Bunny anymore.

“Playing with you was never my intention.”

“But you did it anyway.” God, he sounded so broken, on the verge of a breakdown.

“I didn’t even know I was talking to you until last night, Bucky.” She was getting emotional, but Bucky wasn’t in the state to notice it. “I could never…”

“You could never what? Make a fool of me? Break my heart? What did you think would happen when you decided to show up and give a presentation in that freaking room?” He raised his hand to point toward the general direction of the meeting room.

“I didn’t know you would be here!” She finally snapped and started to yell back. “I didn’t know I was talking to you until last night! Did you even listen to me back there?”

Bucky looked all lost, trying to understand why that would matter right now.

“I was on an undercover mission all this time. It had nothing to do with you! You think I made a fake account and started creating content just to mess with you? Why would I do that?”

“I… I don’t know.” He didn’t know anything. All he came up with was a list of possibilities.

“I have been doing this for months! I’m trying to catch those bastards, trying to look convincing enough and make them pay for what they did!” She stopped for a second, trying to collect herself. She didn’t want to cry. Not right then. “You think you are so important that I would create a whole ass account instead of just coming and asking you out?”

Her question silenced him for a second, making him wonder what the last sentence meant.

“What did you just say?”

Right at that moment, someone knocked on the door and stuck their head inside.

“Sergeant Barnes, we have to leave in 10 minutes.”

He didn’t even look their way. “I’m in the middle of something!” It was so harsh yet attractive.

“I know, but Director Fury…”

“Just tell him I need 5 more minutes.” The determination in his tone shook the agent and he left without saying anything in return. As soon as Bucky heard the door close, he repeated his question.

“What did you just say?”

“I don’t know what kind of sick game is going on, but I’m assuming you know I have a crush on you. Maybe Nat told you. I.. don’t know, but I would never do something like this. Not to you, not to anyone. I’d just ask you out and get rejected with pride.”

“You had a crush on me?” He couldn’t believe what she was saying.

“You… didn’t know?”

“No.” They both looked so confused.

“I assumed that you did.” She awkwardly looked around.

“Nope.”

The door was opened without a knock this time and both of them turned their heads simultaneously.

“Buck-” Sam couldn’t even finish his sentence. The double death glare startled him.

“For god's sake! I just need 5 minutes of privacy before I go there and fight. Is that too much to ask?”

“Okay, man, calm down. I’ll tell Fury.” He quickly looked at Bunny and then at Bucky before closing the door behind him. Both Bucky and Bunny turned their eyes to each other.

“Okay, look… I didn’t play with you.” She started to explain. “No one put me up on a mission to mess with you. I don’t know if this is a twisted game of fate or something else, but I didn’t know you would be involved in this operation, okay?”

“It’s Romanoff’s doing.” He finally put two plus two together, and she nodded slowly. It made sense to her, too. Then they heard Fury talking outside, and they knew that the time was running out.

“We don’t have time for this.” She stated while running her hand through her hair. “Just know that I was going to explain everything after the operation. That’s why I said what I said yesterday.”

Before he could answer her, the door opened once again. No knocking, no hesitation. Bucky was about to yell at them not to interrupt once again, but Fury was standing on the door sill, looking uneasy.

“Barnes, we have no time for…” His eyes darted between both of them. “...whatever this is. We have to leave before it’s too late.”

“Fine.” He finally responded after a short while. “I’m coming, but this conversation is not over, Agent Elvisa.”

“I’ll be waiting, Sergeant Barnes.”

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cloudbersoo · 10 months

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i like you | zb1 hyung line

synopsis: how zb1 hyung line would confess to you

tags: member x gn!reader, fluff, fluff, just fluff!!

my playlist while writing: dust by seventeen, about you by the 1975

word count: 1.2k in total

a/n: hi again! didn’t think i'd write again so soon but it’s raining and i was bored so here i am. i’d like to thank everyone who read my first fic, the likes made me really happy as i didn’t think that many people would’ve found it in the first place! thank you thank you!!!

kim jiwoong

i think jiwoong probably approached you with the intent of dating you

so he would be quite straightforward with his feelings right from the begging

he always complimented you and flirted with you, so it wasn’t like his feelings weren’t obvious to you

he’d take you on a nice date and walk you home like a gentleman

would finally confess his feelings to you at your doorstep

your third date with jiwoong was coming to an end as you approached your apartment. every date with him has been better than the previous one. you were comfortable with jiwoong and he seemed like a great guy overall, someone you wouldn’t mind being in a relationship with. you were just waiting for him to make the final move.

he was still holding onto your hand as you two stood in front of your door. he seemed to be in thought, looking at your intertwined hands. “thank you for tonight” he finally spoke. jiwoong raised his gaze to your eyes, keeping eye contact, as he took a step closer to you. “i’ve really enjoyed spending time with you, and would like to keep going” he continued. his hands now finding their place on your hips.

“i really like you y/n, and i would love to be your boyfriend, if you just let me.”

zhang hao

hao wouldn’t make a big deal out of a confession

he’s pretty sure your feelings are mutual (i mean who wouldn’t like him back?)

so he isn’t stressed about rejection

thinks confessing his feelings to you is just one small step in a larger story

he just had to find the right moment to do it

since meeting hao through a mutual friend about a year ago, you have only gotten closer as time went on. people were usually surprised to hear the two of you weren’t dating, as you apparently acted like an old married couple. you never took such comments too seriously, and you would laugh about it together, while still deep down knowing there was something more than friendship between the two of you.

it was another movie night between you and hao, something that has become an almost weekly thing for the two of you. you had chosen a random romcom where the two main leads were friends, hopelessly in love with one another and had no courage to tell each other how they felt. zhang hao found it ironic that he was watching the movie with you, the person he has been in love with for some time now (and was quite sure you felt the same), and never had the courage to actually do something about the feeling you shared.

“it’s kinda funny isn't it? we’re just like them.”

sung hanbin

unlike hao, hanbin would make a big deal out of a confession

he’d plan for weeks, asking help from his members

hanbin would be very nervous and would barely be able to sleep the night before

he just wants everything to go well

ends up surprising you with flowers and a speech about how much you mean to him

hanbin has been acting weird for a few weeks now, but you were relieved when he finally promised to tell you what had been bothering him lately. he had been very secretive about everything, when he had asked you to meet him in the park at eight o’clock, but you assured him you were going to be there. so there you were, exactly at eight, with yet any sighs of the boy.

a few minutes later you recognised hanbin walking towards you. he seemed nervous, even from afar. he was hiding something behind his back as he approached you. he greeted you, giving you a sweet smile to hide his nervousness. his hands sweaty, he revealed a bouquet of flowers behind his back, handing them out to you. surprised but happy, you accepted the bouquet as hanbin finally spoke.

“i don’t know where i should even start… you mean the world to me y/n.”

seok matthew

matthew lowkey confessed to you by accident

he would be telling you about his day as normal

then he would blurt out something that would reveal his true feelings to you

and you’d be a blushing mess and be like “what?”

he’d noticed his slip out too late and decides to just tell you everything

it was a normal evening for you and your friend, as you talked about your days. telling each other all the good and bad, relieving stress in each other's presence. matthew loved telling you about his friends' antics at the dorm or at practice, telling you whatever comes to his mind first. he was like that, he had basically no filter around you.

“...and then hanbin pointed out i always find a way to include you in a conversation, which is true but he had no right to point that out as someone who’s totally obsessed with hao hyung! and then guess what? they started teasing me about how much i love you-” he suddenly stopped, noticing you frozen where you sat, face completely flushed pink. realising what he had just said, his face soon matched yours.

“oh, well… i guess it was sooner or later i would’ve told you anyway…”

kim taerae

would confess to you with a song! (cliche, i know)

there was an open mic event at a local cafe that you made taerae to participate in

he would start his last song by saying it was dedicated to you

the song was the most obvious declaration of love anyone has ever heard

he’d be super shy as he approached you after the show (so don’t keep him waiting for an answer too long or he’ll explode!)

there weren’t often times when your best friend would leave you speechless, but tonight was one of them. he had just sung the most beautiful love song you have ever heard, and he had dedicated it to you in front of everyone at the cafe. this might be the most romantic thing anyone has ever done to you, and you doubt it would ever be topped. your heart was racing, you never knew your friend could have such an effect on you.

“thank you” you heard taerae say to the mic, finally exiting the stage. applause filled the room, a shy smile entering his face. you could see taerae’s friends going up to him to congratulate him. he eventually dared to look at you, still very shy, knowing the conversation that was waiting the two of you. you could hear his friend’s whistling, as taerae finally had the courage to approach you.

“so? did you like it?”

- end

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infernothechaosgod · 5 months

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Answearing @becacomum's questions about "any moment now" (my leosagi fic)

I hope you don't mind me making a post about it I just thought it would be easier to read it that way Than through the comments

What will Usagi's personality be like? Will it be like his series?

I did base usagi's personality and some of his morals on how he acts in the comics however here it is still quite different

Here usagi was quite sheltered from people growing up, therefore he has trouble expressing higher emotions even when he wants to, so he comes off to people as very quiet, blunt and even mean at times, the stories of him kicking people's asses in random battles don't help his image

However, despite seeming like a hard to get along person, he isn't one, he's very respectful of those around him, he Tries (and fails) to complement people and if you'll point out to him that what he said might have came off as mean in any way he'll immediately apologize and explain what he actually meant

So beasicly, he seems like an edgy mysterious shady asshole to everyone but in reality he's just akward as fuck

Will usagi's friends show up?

No, Not really but They will be a lot of easter eggs to them (I tried to put them in but it just didn't go well with some plot points, which is a shame because there great characters and deserve more love, I'll definitely put em in some one shots i'm writing when i'm bored though)

Will donnie be jealous of leo?

He's more worried for him than anything, he does not like usagi but it's less of jealousy thing and more of a protectiveness thing

I mean everywhere you go you'll hear a rumor about usagi, or a story of him absolutely wiping the floor with someone then disappearing and not talking to anyone

Then suddenly that guy starts talking with leo out of everyone, his (slightly stupid) dear brother that has abilities that could make him a target of bad people, and said brother doesn't even mention him and usagi are hanging out, they find out in a different way that I won't tell cuz it's a spoiler

Who wouldn't be worried?

But there is still some jealousy in donnie it's just in the background most of the time and not donnies main priority

Who will fall first?

Usagi, pretty hard too

Where will the story take place?

It will be mostly happening at the hidden city and new york However Usagi's previous place(s) of staying will be mentioned

Also I would like to point out Neo edo is a place made for Yuichi's series

This will be a bit confusing but the usagi I'm talking about is not Yuichi usagi, it's miyamoto usagi, they have quite different personalities and stories and I just thought that miyamoto usagi's fits a bit better both with my take (especially since it's based of comics) and leo's and his dynamic

Thank you so much for your questions, I hope I didn't give any confusing answers ^ ^

(Also I don't mind questions in the comments, but I would prefer for the them to go into the inbox, it would just be a bit more handy that way)

#rottmnt leosagi #rise leosagi #leosagi #rise usagi #rottmnt usagi #Leosagi #In fact not leoichi #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt fanfiction #Rottmnt fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

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cha-melodius · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Thank you @rmd-writes, @welcometololaland, @liminalmemories21, and @orchidscript for tagging me! How did you know I love random questionaires about my fic writing. 😂

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

109! I celebrated hitting 100 recently (technically still celebrating, I suppose).

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,220,396. I had a goal to hit 1 million before the end of last year, and somehow I've written 220k since then???? Howmst?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

RWRB, TMFU, Loki

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood (RWRB, E, 20k; couples therapy AU)

Nova, Baby (RWRB, E, 66k; spy AU)

Class(room) Warfare (RWRB, M, 7.8k; professors AU)

All the Old Showstoppers (RWRB, E, 20k; celebrity bake off AU)

Always Where I Need To Be (RWRB, T, 5.4k; roomates AU feat. David)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do but I am now horribly behind because y'all are so lovely and I am a little overwhelmed. I like to respond because people took the time to leave a comment and I want them to know how much that means to me (it's a lot. it means a LOT). I promised I WILL get to them eventually!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Who's Gonna Love You (The Mandalorian), which is a no-comfort breakup angst fic. I wrote it after having my heart ripped out by reading two unhappy ending fics lmao. Have never gone back to the truly unhappy ending again. (I have done some bittersweet or ambiguous ending fics, but those don't reach this level.)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have quite happy endings, but I don't think you can beat a fluffy ending at the end of a long fic. I often go for the chapter full of pure, tooth-rotting fluff (after tearing your heart out lmao). That means Nova, Baby, Love is a Losing Game, A Good Man Is Hard To Find, Amor Magnus Doctor Est... probably the most pure fluff at the end.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've had some here and there. One particular person who just kept coming back and I'm like just stop reading????

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, but when it comes to one shots I'm probably more likely to leave it out. My smut always comes with plot and/or lots of feelings. I like writing it best as part of a larger story, actually.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't for a while but I have two requests I need to fill. Previous crossovers have been The Mandalorian/Battlestar Galactica (because badass ladies named Cara/Kara), and The Mandalorian/The Witcher (because surly dudes with accidentally adopted children). Oh I guess my most recent was TMFU/Glass Onion (because Hugh Grant).

(If you're wondering what the requests are, it's TMFU/Loki and TMFU/RWRB.)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup! Four fics, all TMFU (three by the same person). I am always happy to grant permission!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I've got plans with @cricketnationrise.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Can't choose! I love all the ships I write for—that's why I can't stop.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't think I have one of these. I have one abandoned WIP that I've anon'd because I hate it lmao. Generally if I want to finish something, I will.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Plot (I unabashedly love many of my plot twists), action sequences, dialogue/banter, world building, characterization?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Although it should be straightforward because see: action, I feel like my smut is kind of lackluster. Sometimes I hit the notes just right and it really works, but other times I feel like people just get bored.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'm unlikely to do it unless I have a native speaker I can run it by (I have some wonderful Russian friends who have been vital for this for some TMFU fics).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Xena: Warrior Princess

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I will scream about this one until the end of time, especially since it's relatively low kudos'd: the 60s chess AU, Love is a Losing Game. It's my most complete and well-structured novel, and I promise you don't need to know anything about TMFU to read it.

Tagging @cricketnationrise, @14carrotghoul, @inexplicablymine, @cheesecurdsgravyandfries, @three-drink-amy, @petrodobreva, @myheartalivewrites, @nontoxic-writes, @leaves-of-laurelin, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @celaestis1, @xthelastknownsurvivorx, @nicijones, @thetamehistorian, @jettestar, @ikeepwatchinghelicopters, @heytheredeann, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @mirilyawrites, @dewdropreader and an open tag for anyone who wants to do it! (sorry if you get multiple tags on this one, tumblr was being a bitch)

#about my fics #about my writing

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nirvanawrites111 · 2 years

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Play Things (Jimin x Reader x Taemin)

Pairing: Taemin x Fem Reader, Jimin x Fem Reader

Word Count: 7633

Summary: You are a unique content creator that creates masterpieces that your best friend's fans can listen to enjoy their night.

Warnings: Fem Pronouns, NSFW, Femdom theme, cum eating, pegging, anal fingering, orgasm deprivation, degradation, name-calling whore, bitch, slut. Pet names Kitten, Princess. Strong language, Y/N is polyamorous AF

A/N: I worked really hard on this and it's the longest one-shot I've ever written. If you enjoy it please comment and reblog. Neither Jimin nor Taemin's sexual identity is defined in this story.

This is not meant to depict them in any way. It's just for entertainment purposes only!

"Ms. Y/L/N, will be with you shortly. Can I get either of you something to drink?" Y/N's dark-haired assistant's voice echoes through the waiting space of your office.

Neither Jimin nor Taemin responds. Jimin's attention is stuck to his phone, and his fingers swipe endlessly through his burner account on Twitter.

His eyes illuminate when he sees a picture of Ten Lee's ass bruised up. He can't remember when Ten has shared something that personal even on his burner account.

It’s not like it isn't the norm for Jimin's idol friends to post nudes, videos, or just random shit that they would rather keep tucked away from their die-hard fans.

Jimin posted tons of photos of his experiences with you. It always made him feel proud to be yours, even if he shared that spot with his best friend.

He strolls a bit more and finally looks up at your assistant. Though he can't remember her name, he can tell by her pressed lips and side-eye that she's annoyed.

"My bad. No, I'm good, thanks," Jimin nods, and his nose crinkles, and he smiles, showing all his teeth. He's learned that his smile will soften any situation.

"Not a problem. What about you, Mr. Lee?"

"I'm fine, thanks," Taemin responds. His attention is on his phone, and he is typing an email, but Jimin isn't sure who it is.

"Please don't hesitate to let me know if you need anything," The assistant honeyed voice is a bit softer than before, and a more peaceful smile now replaces her previous frown.

Jimin doesn't feed into it at all. Because he's not here to entertain your assistant, he wants to be with you and become putty in your hands.

"How long will you stay?" Taemin leans over and whispers to Jimin. Even though their conversations are NDA protected, he doesn't want to take any chances.

Taemin's eyes peep over at his best friend's phone. His head slightly tilts, and his mouth falls open.

"Whose ass is that?" Taemin's eyebrows furrow, and a slow smile starts to build.

"Ten."

"Wow, he has a nice ass. I've never noticed."

"It's alright. Is he dating someone?" Jimin asks. He expects Taemin to know something, being that they're in a group together.

Jimin knows everyone isn't exactly close, but he figures he should have some tea.

"Ten doesn't date. I know he posts a lot about being a sub. But I never know who he's with."

Taemin pulls out his phone and logins into his burner account.

"Now, I'm curious about who it was. Cause he never posts photos like this."

"Ms. Y/L/N, will now see you in the conference room. Follow me," The assistant, who Jimin can't seem to remember their name walks from around her desk and in front of them.

Both men get up and follow her down the hall. Her heels click against the marble floor.

Jimin sees all the plagues on the walls and the awards you have earned. He's proud of how far you've come in your business.

He admires how you decided to do something unorthodox to meet the needs of many people.

The assistant opens the door, and the lights automatically turn on. "She will be with you shortly. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask me. I'm here to serve you both," she says.

"Thanks," Taemin replies.

Once out of earshot, Jimin shuts the door. "She was flirting with us. Wasn't she?" Jimin asks.

"I don't know. I don't pay her any attention. So, are you going to tell Y/N the truth today?" Taemin questions him.

They have been best friends for years and have grown extremely close. Close to the point where you three are somewhat a throuple. But none of you would define it as that.

"I don't know, man. I don't think it's a good time."

He's had time to think about this for a while now. He hardly slept on the charter jet you rented for him. It's been on his mind for days. How could he share this information with you?

"You know Y/N doesn't like secrets," Taemin reminds him.

It's been a thing since the three of you became best friends. You don't like when they have inside jokes and make you feel left out.

Maybe it's something that stems from your childhood. Regardless you are not a fan of it.

"I know."

"So, you should tell her."

"After tonight. I will. How do you think she'll take it?"

"Pretend it doesn't bother her and talk shit about you to me," Taemin chuckles.

"Yeah, she still does that. Just like when you canceled on her, she told you it was fine. Well, she vented to me on FaceTime for two hours. Typical Y/N."

"I never cancel, but I had to do something for SuperM. Your situation is different."

"Of course, it is."

The door flies open, and Jimin sees you walk into the room. "Hello, gentlemen," you warmly greet them.

Jimin's mouth falls open, and he quickly bites his lip. He can't believe you would dress this sexy at your job. Your hair is dyed black with red ombre highlights at the bottom. Your hair is wand curled perfectly with every hair in place.

"Damn, you look good." Jimin is the first to speak, and he can't hold back how he feels.

He's still trying to take in how you are walking around the office with a short black strapless leather mini dress that is hugging every single curve. It stops just a few inches about your center.

Your breast fills out the top portion perfectly. Your fishnet stockings cover your flower tattoo on your thigh you got when Taemin got his peony flower on his side.

"Thanks, babe," you reply.

"I have to agree. Do a spin for us," Taemin's eyes are on you, but he wants to be in between the thighs more than ever.

You spin around slowly to let the men take it all in that you did all of this to appeal to them.

Excitement floods your body, and you feel your stomach leap. You are ready to be with them.

It's been almost three weeks since you last saw Jimin and two weeks since you saw Taemin.

"Our Dom is looking fine as hell," Jimin compliments you. You bask in the praise because that is what you crave to hear.

"Of course, I am. Have you boys eaten?" You ask.

"No," they both reply.

"Let's get to my house so I can feed you two," You wink, and Jimin knows that means much more than just food.

*** The wind isn't too bad, and you aren't worried about your curls getting messed up.

Your hair stylist used just enough products to ensure your curls don't fall. You need your hair to be perfect all night long.

The calming yet roaring crashing of the waves puts you at ease.

Your lips found their way to curl into a smile. You admire the dark hues of the water and the reflection of the glowing light source against the ocean.

"Y/N, you are quiet tonight. What's on your mind?" Jimin approaches you and leans close to you.

Jimin props his arms against the railing of your balcony.

"Nothing, just excited to see you both."

It's the truth, but you are overthinking how everything will play out tonight.

You know the dynamics of being with Jimin differs from being with Taemin.

While on the surface, their energy seems similar, they are very different regarding sexual needs.

You turn to the side to look at Jimin. You notice the fact that he isn't wearing makeup. Which you know it is intentional. You love him either way.

But there is just something so hot about seeing him when his lips aren't being contoured to appear smaller.

Without hesitation, you lean in and kiss him.

His hands find your lower back, and you feel a sparkle inside you. You are lost within a steamy kiss, and he moans for you.

"Damn, I needed that, Domi." His words dance against your lips, and you feel that electric spark charging throughout your body.

You want to give in and tell him how much you needed that.

But, you don't want to appear thirsty. After all, you are the dominant one in this partnership.

You take a step back, and the railing presses against your body. You stare into his eyes, and you admire how his hair is jet black compared to the light brown color it was a few weeks ago.

Even in the short few weeks you last saw him. His hair has grown a little past his ears. It's healthy with messy, full curls.

The word "Domi" rings in your head. You admire how he casually calls you Domi, which triggers the beginning of the play.

Now the power can shift safely to you because he has called you your favorite pet name, a play on Domme.

"Of course, you needed that. Your Domi always knows what you need and when you need it. Isn't that, right?" You express in a tone of dominance. Your voice is breathy yet stern.

"Yes, Domi," he submits to you.

You pull away from Jimin since his play time has officially started.

But, you still have to activate things with Taemin.

You stroll over to Taemin, and he's on his phone. He looks up at you, and you're towering over him from where he's sitting. Your hands are on your hips.

"What has your attention tonight?"

"Nothing in particular. I want it to be you, but I feel like tonight is going to be a competition," Taemin replies. His eyes are still on his phone.

"Eyes on me."

"Yes, mistress." He tosses his phone to the side of him and sits up. His obedience spends a chill up your spine.

You take a moment to notice he's wearing some makeup—nothing too much, just light lip gloss and eyeliners.

His hair is jet black but past his ears and dusts his shoulders. The grey extensions peek through, and you hope he has it sowed in because you plan on pulling his hair tonight.

Taemin's submission is activated for you, and now you are allowed to play with him in any way that you like.

Your finger traces the collar that you bought him for his twenty-eighth birthday.

"You don't want to be with your mistress tonight?"

"I do, mistress. I want it more than anything,"

"So, what is this talk about competition. Your fans requested this. You don't want to disappoint them, do you?"

"No, mistress."

"Do you want to disappoint me?"

"No, mistress," he shakes his head.

"Good boy. Tonight, will be fun. I always make you cum and take care of you. Don't I?"

"Yes, mistress. You do."

"Good. Let's eat," you say.

You go over to the dinner table, and you pull out their chairs for them. They come over to you and stand behind you.

"Sit," you instruct them.

Jimin sits on the left, and Taemin sits on the right. They sit down. The chef has already prepared a light feast for you and your guest tonight.

You move to the opposite side of the table.

"So Domi, what have you been doing. I haven't seen you in a few weeks," Jimin says.

The balcony is your favorite hangout spot. You have a lot of fun memories here.

You spend more time on it than you do inside your home. You love how your balcony has protection for rainy nights.

"Working on expansions. I'm not sure we told you, but Taemin has agreed to do a toy line for us," you express.

You take a sip of your water, and you can feel a bit of tension from Jimin.

Jimin glances over at Taemin and gives him a questioning look.

"A sex toy line?" Jimin gasps. "Why wasn't I included in this conversation?"

"Yeah, it was a random thought in the middle of the night. I'm sure mistress will let you do it, too," Taemin says.

"Hmm.." Jimin presses his lips together and folds his arms across his chest. Now he's pouting and throwing a slight temper tantrum.

"Are you acting out already?" You narrow your eyes and raise a questioning eyebrow.

"No," Jimin shakes his head.

"You are welcome to do it if you want to," You suggest.

Things have been hectic the last couple of weeks. You have barely seen or talked to Jimin. So, you didn't have the time to tell him. You were surprised to see that he showed up tonight.

"I don't know. Am I being paid for this?"

"You know that you get paid for everything you do," You force a laugh. He can't seriously think you would make him do it for free?

Is he trying to get underneath your skin? You aren't sure what's with the sudden attitude.

You want things to run smoothly tonight. It's the first time you three will be together in a sexual situation. So, tonight must be perfect.

"I'll think about it. Send the details to my manager," Jimin says.

"I mean, what's there to consider it. It's another stream of revenue."

There's more that you want to tell them. But you aren't sure how they will react to it. You toy with your rose quartz crystal necklace.

"True, but I only want my dick inside of you, Domi."

"That's cute. I think your fans would love to feel you inside of them, too, even if it's just a replica."

"I still want to think about it."

"Not a problem."

"You remember Ten, right Domi?" Jimin goes on to speak, and your heart drops. You carefully chew at your lip.

You stop yourself from biting at your lip, and you remain still in your seat. Why wouldn't you know Ten?

"Yeah, of course. He's been to a few of Tae's parties."

The Dom in you wants to question why he's asking you this. You feel a thickness in your throat chakra, and you swallow hard.

"He posted some photos on Twitter of his bruises from his dom. I can't say I'm surprised," Jimin say.

"Interesting."

There's a moment of empty silence, and you feel Taemin's eyes on you as well. What do they know that they aren't saying?

"Yeah, I mean, he's private about his life, so I wonder what provoked him to post that," Taemin adds.

"I find it even more interesting that the chair in the photo matches the one in your playroom," Jimin further adds fuel to the fire.

"Why does that concern you?" Your mouth goes dry. You are caught red-handed. You lean forward against the table.

"I mean, I didn't think you were working with other idols," Jimin's eyes avert away from you.

"Yes, I made some expansions to the business. However, it's not personal. It's business," you attempt to reassure him.

It was just work, right? Flashbacks of Ten being so obedient during your session pop into your head.

Ten loved the pain he let you inflict on you. You couldn't remember the last time you went that dark. It wasn't something you enjoyed doing with Jimin or Taemin because you are best friends outside of this business arrangement.

"Have you debuted his episode yet?" Taemin asks.

"Not yet. It's scheduled to be released in a few days. Is that okay?" you ask.

Jimin looks over at Taemin before he speaks. "Did you fuck him?" Jimin's question is direct. But, you aren't going to fall into his trap.

"I guess you'll have to listen to the episode to find out," You tease.

"I guess so," Jimin gets up from his seat, and you jump to push him back down.

Your hand is carefully against his chest. His eyes are stuck on you. A slight smirk appears on his face when he sits back down in his chair.

"Are you being spicy with me?" Your words are straightforward, and you are towering over him.

The eye contact is still intense, and you don't have the patience to wait for an answer.

"No, Domi. I just wish I would have heard about the expansion from you," Jimin's confession slips from his lips, and you can hear the disappointment in his voice.

You now realize that's why he's been a little different tonight. More bratty than usual.

"I hear you and respect your opinion," You validate Jimin's feelings because you know that's what makes him feel safe and secure.

You run your tongue across your lips, and you sit back down in your chair.

"Ten and I only have a working relationship. He wanted to expand into the sex voice acting business, and I made it happen for him," you explain.

"Can you just give us a heads-up next time?" Taemin asks.

"If you must know, I have a few more applications to go through. I did see Ravi and Kai's names. Not sure if they are serious or not. Have they mentioned it to either of you?" you ask.

"Kai?" Jimin's jaw drops.

"Ravi?" Taemin jerks his head back.

This is the reason why you haven't told them about the expansion. They have allowed their emotions to get in the way of business.

You look down at your phone and see a text message from Ten.

Ten: Mistress, I can't wait for our episode to drop.

You: What made you post that photo on Twitter?

Ten: You. I felt inspired.

You decided not to text him back. You don't need the conflicting emotions ruining your night with your favorite subs.

Ten isn't your submissive, and it wasn't deeper than just a regular session that you have had with other people. So, you couldn't chastise him. The things you do when you aren't "at work" with Taemin and Jimin are very different.

Ten: Is it a problem? I can delete it. I just never had a woman dominate me the way you did. I can't stop thinking about it.

You smile at the text message, but you turn your iPhone screen off. You don't even want to think about him right now.

"So, how are your solo promotions going, Jimin?" you ask.

"It's different—a lot of responsibility and decisions. Taemin tried to explain how different it is. It's more stressful than I thought, but I am excited," Jimin explains.

"I can understand that. I remember when Taemin was working on Advice, he was so busy and stressed. He doesn't allow me to fuck him during the album creation time," you giggle.

"It's how I can channel my creativity. It was worth it after the album dropped." Taemin giggles.

"Anything else going on with the business?" Jimin asks.

"Well, since our subscribers found out you two were doing a collab with me, I have a lot of pre-orders for this episode. Usually, it's just one or the other," You say.

"I mean, I think it's a good idea. Where are we going to record it?" Jimin asks.

"My bedroom," you say.

"Oh really? I thought that was off-limits?" Jimin asks.

"It's going to be special. I already had my team set up the mics," you say.

"I am excited about this. I wouldn't do this for anyone else," Taemin says.

"I know. I appreciate you both for supporting my business and helping it grow," you say.

"Always," Jimin says.

***

You are in the mirror applying the last bit of long-lasting red lipstick. You are a bit giddy for tonight.

You have so many thoughts in mind. Will it be chaotic? Will they cum too fast? It's been weeks since you had either of them. It's the first time you are having both at the same time.

You have a special "relationship" with each of them.

You exhale a deep sigh and step out of your bathroom. You look at them both wearing matching harnesses and black leather pants. You feel your pussy clench at the sight of these two beautiful men.

How were you so lucky to have these two in your bedroom simultaneously?

"Ready?" you smile.

"Yes," they both respond in unison.

You walk over to your computer and hit the audio record button. This content is going to make a lot of people happy.

***

"On your knees," You command Taemin and Jimin to assume their favorite position in front of you. It's the words Taemin's been waiting to hear all day.

Hell, he's been waiting for the last few weeks since he left your playroom.

He still can't get over the fact that you are breaking your number one rule about playing in your bedroom.

Taemin knows that your business means a lot to you.

Taemin's knees weaken, and he's already kneeling in front of you.

He knows that Jimin's brat behavior has you worked up. You seem a bit tense.

Taemin knows that you're going to take it out on them both.

"Jimin, you were rather mouthy earlier today. You know how I feel about being questioned about my other subs." Taemin watches you step forward in front of Jimin. A small wave of jealousy watches over him, because he wants to be touched first by his mistress.

You yank Jimin's collar that has your name on it. Jimin's mouth opens, and he starts to speak.

"I'm sorry, Domi. I don't like sharing you," Jimin whines a bit, and Taemin sees the darkness in your eyes. Both of you are going to pay for his comment.

Taemin feels a poke at the center of his pants.

Arousal seeps through his pores, and now he wants your fingers all over him. He wants nothing more than to feel your touch against his skin. Your fingers wrapped around his throat while his hand stroked his dick.

"I agree with Jimin. Finding out that you've been with someone else hurts," Taemin adds to the conversation. He wants to rile you up and make you take it out on him.

"So, you're jealous, too?" Your voice rips through the bedroom and ricochets off the walls.

"Uh-hmm," Taemin shyly looks away and down at the ground.

He's setting you up and moving the ball in your court. He wants you to know that he isn't going to let anyone take his or Jimin's spot. In his eyes, they are number 1 and can never be replaced.

You walk away from them and over to the black leather couch in the corner of your bedroom. You sit down, and you give your first instruction.

"Lee Taemin, come here," You command.

"Yes, mistress," Taemin replies. He eagerly races over to you.

"Sit," you point to the floor in front of you.

"Yes, mistress," Taemin sits down on his knees, but a bit of sadness emerges. He still hasn't felt your fingertips against his skin. He wants to be marked up by you so he can post on Twitter.

To let any other idols know that he belongs to you.

You notice Taemin's eager eyes on you. They haven't left you, and you know he wants to say something to you.

"What's on your mind, Taemin?"

"I want to be punished... Mistress. I want to be marked," Taemin shyly confesses. His voice is shaky, but you heard his words loud and clear.

"Be patient, baby. Mistress got you," you tell him.

Your focus is on Jimin now. Even though Taemin tries to act bratty, that's not him. He's not a brat. He's the most obedient slut you've ever encountered.

Jimin is the one you need to make an example of and humble.

"Jimin... Come here bitch." You yell in an elevated tone. "Crawl to me."

"Yes, mistress," Jimin responds and crawls seductively over to you.

"Taemin hand, mistress her paddle," you say. You watch him retrieve it from the toys on the table next to you.

"Here you go, mistress," You say. You place the paddle next to you, and Taemin returns to being on his knees in front of you. Jimin is on one all fours, and his eyes are on you.

"Lay across my lap Jimin," you instruct.

"Absolutely, mistress," Jimin ambitiously says.

Taemin clenches his teeth and watches Jimin climbs up and lie across your lap. Jimin turns his head and sticks his tongue out to provoke Taemin.

You rub your hand against his soft cheeks and adjust to him in your lap.

"Ugh, why do you have to look so good like this. Waiting to be punished. I swear you do this on purpose. Don't you?"

"No, Domi. I would never."

"You need to be taught a lesson."

"You are right. I shouldn't be so mouthy. I'm sorry, mistress."

"You're sorry for what?"

"Being a jealous whore. I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

"Good."

"Well, I won't do it for tonight," Jimin adds and squirms in your lap because he knows what's about to come next.

"Of course, you're testing me," You smack his ass with the paddle without warning. His ass ripples, and Jimin lets a soft, gentle moan.

"Taemin pull off his pants for me. I want him to get the full experience. Sluts like him must get punished. Right, Taemin?" You instruct.

"Yes, mistress," Taemin gets up from his knees, and he feels his stomach hardened.

Jimin is playing a game and making this a competition. He makes a mental note of it. He reaches over and grabs at Jimin's waist to pull down his pants as he's been instructed.

He folds them and places them next to you on the sofa. He returns to his space on the floor.

"Taemin... You're such a good boy," you say, slapping Jimin's ass again with the paddle. This time you can fully see his ass in a thong. You admire the beauty of the way his ass jiggles each time you slap it harder with the paddle.

Each time Jimin moans and squirms around in your lap. But, you hold him still with one hand. The sight alone makes you want to bite his ass. But right now, you are here to discipline him.

"Jimin, on the other hand, needs to learn that being jealous won't get him far," you tease.

"I will be good, I promise," Jimin moans. It's a noticeable moan that slips through his juicy lips. He knows exactly what he's doing.

"You have no choice, or I will deprive you of your release," you say.

"Yes, mistress," you whack his ass again.

"Now, tell me thank you for your punishment," you say. You spank his ass again, and each time he thanks you for it. But, the moaning is provoking something inside of you.

"Thank you, mistress," Jimin moans louder, and you can tell that you aren't the only one affected by this interaction.

"Come here, Taemin," you say.

"Taemin take off your pants," you say. You notice that Taemin has on a black thong with your name on the front of it.

"Oh, so even your thong has my name on it. You belong to me?" you question.

"Yes, mistress," Taemin says.

"Straddle me," you say.

"Yes, mistress," Taemin replies. You know that he's been so patient, waiting for your attention.

He even tried to defy you just so that he could feel your touch. But, you know that isn't him. You know him too well.

Taemin straddles you, and you lift his shirt and toss it next to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Jimin next to you. You know that he wants to be in your lap like this.

"So, you're hard for me?" You ask. His erection presses against you. You know that it needs to be freed, but not yet.

"Always and only for you," Taemin says.

You kiss on his neck and bites him. Taemin jumps in your lap and mutters with excitement.

"Can I touch my dick, mistress?" Jimin asks from next to you two on the couch.

"Yes, but I will tell you to stop, and you have to every time I tell you," you say.

"Mmm.. yes, mistress," Jimin says.

You grab onto Taemin's neck, bring him close to your lips and kiss him.

"Got damn, baby," you moan, and you feel Taemin's lower half wind in your waist, and you can see Jimin out of the corner of your eyes stroking his dick, watching you too.

You let go of Taemin's throat and slip your tongue into his mouth.

"No, choke me, mistress. You know I like it," Taemin whimpers for you. He's so vulnerable in your lap and wants nothing more than to be used by you. You want to fall apart right there.

The desperation is written all over his face, and his lips are slightly open, waiting for your next move.

You grab Taemin's throat this time with more force, and you look over at Jimin, still stroking his dick, and he closes his eyes.

"Stop, Jimin," you say. You want to taunt him because this will only make him hungrier for you.

You return to kiss Taemin, and your tongue is back in his mouth. Your hand slips into his thong, and you stroke his dick. You can feel it hardened in your hand, and it needs to be freed from his thong.

"Mmm..mistress, I missed you," Taemin moans again.

"Mmm... I missed you too, slut," you say. "I saw those pictures you posted on your bubble the other day. You are being a tease," you say.

"I just wanted your attention," Taemin says.

"Come here, Jimin," You call over to him, and he moves closer to you. You lean over and slip your tongue inside of Jimin's mouth.

You can't let him feel left out. You have to make sure you attend to both of their needs. Your hand is still inside Taemin's thong. Your left hand has now found its way into Jimin's thong.

You don't want to leave either one out.

"Fuck mistress.. I've missed your touch on me," Jimin says. You switch from kissing Jimin to back to Taemin. You do this for a while. You switch between both of your lovers, and you can feel the tension. It's been building all day. Both of them have been acting out because they want you.

All they want is to be taken care of by you. You give them everything they could ever want or need regarding a sexual connection.

"Let's move to the bed," you pull away from kissing Jimin. You breathe profoundly, catching your breath.

You stand up and hold Taemin with his body around you. You can easily carry him. You toss him against the bed, and his lips curl into a grin.

"Damn, I like it when you're rough with me," Taemin says.

"I know... I toss you around like a little bitch," you giggle.

"Let's play a little game," you insist.

"I've wanted to taste both of you since I saw you tonight. So, let's see who can last the longest."

"What's the reward?" Taemin asks.

"Whoever can last will get to get fucked first."

"Sounds good," Taemin says.

"I don't think I'll be able to make it," Jimin laughs.

"We shall see. Lay on your backs.”

You remove Taemin’s thong and toss it over your shoulder. You do the same thing with you Jimin.

You go over to the table to grab a few toys. You place them in the middle of them. You lie vibrators, cock rings, lube, and butt plugs in between them.

You climb onto Jimin first because you can tell he's revved up for you. You straddle him and grind your center against him.

"Mistress... if you keep doing that, I'm going to cum."

"Doing what?" you ask.

"Rubbing your pussy against me. I haven't come in weeks. I've been saving it for you. I haven't even touched it until night," Jimin says.

"Why haven't you touched it?"

"You told me because I posted that shirtless picture on IG that I was on punishment."

"Exactly.. you're my one sub that stays in trouble," you say.

"I can't help it. The punishment feels good," Jimin expresses.

You shut him up with kisses, and you feel his body shudder. You move down his body and lick down his abs. You stop when you get to his dick. You place gentle kisses on it. You watch his body shudder again.

"Why are you so sensitive to my touch, Jimin?"

"I'm addicted to you," Jimin says. You grab the lube.

"I know, so spread your legs for your Dom. Let me take care of you," you squirt lube on your fingers and rub against his inviting hole.

You stick one finger inside of him, and he clenches around your finger.

"Fuck," A moan slips from his lips, and it's music to your ears. Jimin is right. He's not going to last long. You stop fingering him and add more lube. You grab his favorite toy, his vibrating butt plug, and put it inside him.

"You're not going to last long.. are you, baby?" you ask.

"No," Jimin shakes his head and grips the sheets.

"I'm not going to turn it yet, because I need to get Taemin lubed up. But, you are free to toy yours. But, don't cum yet," you say.

Jimin nods and reaches down to adjust the butt plug inside of him. He's whining a bit, but you know it's because he needs you.

You crawl over to Taemin, and he spreads his legs and holds them by his ears because he's ready. More than prepared to receive you tonight.

"Anxious.. aren't we?" you grab the lube and get him ready for tonight.

You coat your fingers with lube and get his ass ready. You finger his ass, and you aren't going to hold back on him.

"Shit.. mistress," Taemin says between clenched teeth. He holds his legs and looks down at you working his hole. You smirk because you don't care who cums first. You want to suck both of them off.

You notice Taemin is leaking a bit of pre- cum and you want to lick it off. But, you quickly rub it against it your finger. You smear it against his lips.

"Clean your lips for your mistress. Taste yourself," you say. Taemin doesn't even hesitate and savors the taste of himself on his lips.

"Thank you, mistress," Taemin says.

“Your cum is the only lip gloss I want on your lips.” You sneer.

You put his toy inside of him. You get off the bed, and you get down at the foot of the bed. You get on your knees, and you call out to your subs.

"Come here," you command. The tone in your voice is low, but still stern. You are ready to taste them.

"Mistress.. you don't have to get on your knees for us," Jimin says.

"Oh, trust me, this is where all the power is," you say, and you wrap your hand around Taemin's dick. You stroke his dick with your right hand.

You grab the left side of Jimin's waist and pull him a little closer to Taemin.

"Don't cum, Princess," you say, and before Jimin can respond, you cover his dick with your mouth.

Jimin looks so beautiful underneath the low pink led lights in your bedroom. His full round lips are slightly jarred, and he can't stop looking at you.

It seems like you put a spell on him that he doesn't want anyone else but you.

That's why he's been so jealous lately. He can't explain what it is about you, but he quickly does whatever you say.

"Mmm. I love it when you call me Princess," Jimin bites his bottom lip, and you grab his dick with your left hand. Your left hand replaces your mouth, and now you lean over to the right to get to Taemin.

Taemin moves in front of you to make it easier for you. You hold onto his waist and suck his dick. Your mouth is almost like a suction cup, and you work your mouth. Taemin might be trying to hold back because you can feel his legs tremble a bit.

You grab your remote controls out of your left pocket and turn on both butt plugs. Your mouth forms into a wicked grin when they both moan out your name because their plugs are giving them that extra pleasure.

You are pulling out all the bells and whistles tonight. You want them to know that no one will ever take their spot.

"Both are y'all are mine," you say.

"Mmm.. yess mistress," Taemin moans.

"Always, Domi," Jimin groans.

You feel Taemin's legs shake, and you pull back. You watch him tremble for you. "Mistress... I need to cum so bad."

"Mmm... I guess you're going to be watching me and Jimin fuck first. Huh?" you look up into his eyes. You can see the desperation in his eyes, and you know he wants to cum down your throat so bad.

"Uh-hmm," Taemin nods. You return to pleasure, Jimin, and you continue to stroke Taemin. Your mouth moves quicker than before. You know that if you wanted to, you could make them both cum already. But, you are taking your time. You want to drag it out.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Jimin explodes in your mouth, and you deep throat him. You swallow all of his warm seed. His legs buckle, and he lays back on the floor. Thankfully, there's a nice rug to break his fall.

Taemin's cum ooze on your hand. You lick some of your hand and then make Taemin clean off the rest.

"Mmm.. that was hot," you say. You waste no time and pull Taemin down on the floor. You position Taemin so that he's in front of the couch.

You don’t have on panties so you rip a hole in the center of your lace panty hoses.

You straddle him and slide down on his dick. Jimin sits down on the couch with his legs spread.

"I've missed your pussy so much," Taemin mewls, an elicit sound that your body craves to hear. You feel at one with him and slowly rock your hips. You push Taemin's hands above his head and peer deeply into his eyes.

"It's missed you, more," you announce. You study Jimin over on the couch, who is watching the two of you join together as one. Your attention zooms in on how Jimin is stroking his dick.

"You like watching me fuck your best friend?" You torment Jimin because you know that only turns him on even more. Your left hand moves up to your breasts, and you squeeze your left nipple. You grab Taemin's hand and guide him to where you at.

You know Taemin wouldn't touch you unless directed, and you love his reverence for you.

"Yes, Domi. I love watching Taemin being dominated by you. It's so hot," Jimin's hand movements increases.

"Mmm... I love teasing you, Jimin," you cry out.

"Rub my clit, kitten," you advise Taemin.

Taemin strokes your clit without hesitation, and it sends euphoric shock waves to your center.

The combination of him being buried inside of you, playing with your nipple and clit, and Jimin stroking is sending you over the edge. You want to cum all over his dick.

Taemin sobs out your name. He's such a needy little whore who enjoys being dominated by you and only you. He blabbers out something, but you can't make it out.

"Use your words, kitten," you say.

"I... need.. I need to cum inside of you. Please, mistress," Taemin begs.

"Not yet, kitten," you say. You continue to ride him. You spin around on his dick that now your ass is facing him. You love the way his dick feels in this position. It hits your g-spot perfectly.

You switch back to facing him because you want to watch his face when he cums inside you. There is something about watching him orgasm that sends you to another level.

"Are you ready to cum... you little slut?" You ask.

"Yess... mistress," he whines.

"Cum inside of me," you say.

You look over at Jimin. "Stop touching yourself. I want you to save that nut for me," you instruct. You can see that Jimin wants to object, but you are in control here. No one gets to cum unless you say so, or it's punishment.

You wrap your hand around his throat, and you watch him close his eyes tight. He's too shy to release with his eyes open. You unravel onto top of him, and you feel your body shake with his.

"You know you gotta clean me out, Taemin," you tease.

You move your body so that you're kneeling over Taemin's face.

"Yess, mistress. I love tasting our cum together," Taemin says.

"Fuck, you're such a dirty slut." You can barely get the words out when you feel his tongue press against your clit a few times.

He moves down to your center and shoves his tongue inside of you. Your pussy clenches and you feel yourself release.

Taemin slurps out all of the cum, and your body trembles. "I love the way we taste, mistress," Taemin says.

"So hot, isn't it?" You mention and look back over at Jimin.

You roll off Taemin. His face is glistening with your juices all over his face. He did so good for you tonight.

"Good job, kitten," you say and kiss him on the lips for a final time.

"Thank you, mistress." Taemin blushes after receiving the praise that he so desires. You stand up off the floor, and you go over to Jimin, sitting on the couch. You grab his hair.

"Come here bitch," you pull him by the hair and lead him over to the bed. You push him against the bed, and you can tell you are already in for a fight.

You originally had other plans for him. But, you have to change things up.

"Yes, dominate me.. Domi. I love it," Jimin sneers.

"Eager are we?"

"Always."

"Taemin, bring me the black strap, please," you toss over your shoulder.

“Yes, mistress,” Taemin replies.

It wasn't your original plan to top anyone. But, you have to give the little whore what he's craving. Plus, you need to punish him.

"Mmm.. ruin my hole," Jimin cheers. He better be careful what he's asking for.

You grab him by his collar and turn him over. "Shut up whore," you slap his ass a few times. You grab the lube off the bed and remove his toy. You toss it onto it the bed and lube him up.

You shove two fingers inside of him, and you feel him clench around your fingers. He's ready for you. But, you already know that.

Taemin hands you the strap, and you can see a slight disappointment in his eyes. Of course, he wanted you to peg him, too.

Taemin helps you put on your strap because he's always going to do anything to serve you. You pour the lube on the strap and watch it drip all over it.

"Next time," you mouth to Taemin.

"Get sit on the chair, Taemin. I want you to see what happens when you are a bratty sub like your best friend," you say.

You position Jimin in front of you and carefully slide inside of him. You find your rhythm easily.

"You want your tight little hole to be ruined, huh?" You chant from behind Jimin. He doesn't respond as quickly as you would like. So, you grab his hair from the back.

"Answer me slut," you fuck him faster and smack his ass with your right hand. You are pounding his little hole he wanted so badly to be ruined.

"Yesss... I crave to be ruined by you," Jimin whimpers, and the melody of it makes you feel on top of the world. He's your little bitch, and you own his ass. No one else in the world can fuck him the way you do.

You lean forward and bite him on his neck. You suck on the sensitive skin, and he flounders underneath you. You bit him harder because you want to leave marks. You want to make sure everyone knows he’s yours.

"Whose ass is this?" You shout into his ear and grab his throat from behind you.

"Yours, Y/N!" He cries out to you. You can tell he's already in a frenzy because he's throwing it back on your strap. You love seeing him being a whore for you.

"Damn fucking right."

"Fuck," Jimin whimpers over and over again. His hands are gripping your expensive comforter, and you know he wants to cum. He's shaking a little bit. You reach around him to stroke his dick.

"Yess... Domi. I'm gonna cum," Jimin says.

"Oh really? Just like that. My strap has you wanting to cum?"

"Hmm..mmh," Jimin blubbers.

You fuck him harder because you want to bring him ever closer to his climax.

You're giving him everything you got. You hold tightly to his waist.

"You ready to cum?" You ask.

"Uh-huh," Jimin cries, and you pull out your strap. He leans over the bed and says. "No, please... put it back in. I need it, Domi. I'll be good."

"Nope. I'm not letting you cum from my strap. Next time don't be so bratty, and I'll let you cum," you say.

"No, pleaseeee," Jimin gets on his knees in front of you. He's still so hard, and you can tell he'll do anything to get that nut.

"Nope," you reach down and kiss him on the forehead. "Hopefully, next time, you learn how to talk to Domi. Good night."

A/N: I really hope you enjoyed it! I had so much fun writing it! Also, comment if you want more. I mean there is so much I can do with this one-shot. I want to turn it into a story. Especially since there isn't a lot of femdom content on here.

Let me know if you want a story!

-Nirvana

#sub!idol #sub!kpop #sub!jimin #sub!taemin #sub!taemin x reader #sub!jimin x reader #dom!reader #sub! idol #sub!idol x reader #lee taemin x reader #jimin x reader #taemin x reader #sub!bts #sub!shinee #sub!idol x dom!reader

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noorahqar · 15 days

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A, N and V for the ask game!

A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

Oooh. Hard question, because I absolutely love almost all of my fics. But I THINK I can narrow it down. To three. (I'm indecisive LOL)

this year it taught me (lost and ambitious) was my first longfic ever (even if it's more of a collection of short stories) and is my pride and joy. The title may suck - I have no clue why it's so long - and there's plenty of flaws, but I'm very proud of this guy. Every so often I reread it and it's always a blast - past me covered a lot of different topics, a lot of relationships, and I think it had some pretty good characterization!

Educational Quandaries and Academic Arson are the silliest things I've written but also by far my favorite of my oneshots. Writing Sky as a miserable college student and hero is my favorite thing ever. It's also quite representative of myself right now - I have exams in a few weeks I should be studying for, and yet…

N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?

A solid handful. These are all WIPs, actually, not ideas, but I hope you'll forgive me for considering them interchangeable!

In the TP manga, Twilight's backstory includes him accidentally vaporizing the city he lived in before Ordon. I think they turn out to be alive and well, but fanfiction where him and Legend bond over seemingly destroying entire civilizations they loved.

HTTYD AU! Kind of. Everything's the same, and Sky essentially has a role similar to that of Hiccup in HTTYD 2 - he's an adventurer, mapping out the region around what will eventually become Hyrule. He also has Hiccup's cool-ass flying suit. I want to give Sky a cool wingsuit. That's it. (This is barely an AU, lol. I'm not an AU person for the most part. Excluding modern AUs.)

Speaking of - fanfiction where Warriors and Legend are in a car, and that car gets hit by lightning. Inspired by the same thing happening to my aunt. It didn't really do much except be frightening, surprisingly? Legend is appropriately frightened.

That's everything notable. The rest are all completed short stories and vague ideas that are more emotions than anything, lol.

V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you?

As I think everyone who's responded to this comment has said, I love literally each and every comment I receive! There's definitely often some that stand out, though. Some people inform you that you've hit the mark you were aiming for with your writing, others tell you about how your writing affected them personally. The latter always makes me emotional, lol. It's also fun seeing a person comment multiple times in a row on different fics - it's like, HI!! I SEE YOU BINGING MY WORK!!! I APPRECIATE YOU!!!!

Getting comments from writers you admire is great, too. As someone who used to have a huge following on my previous Ao3 account, logically I know they're just some random people who like their blorbos. But I always end up incredibly excited anyways, haha.

There's also no greater joy than a returning commenter. Often, I've found myself in like… a symbiotic relationship of commenting long paragraphs? It's amazing. I made one of my closest online friends this way, over a discussion about tea in my comments!!

Lord OKAY. I went too hard with these responses, I think, but I have a lot of thoughts. Thank you for asking, Rose!! :D

#qar answers #...renegade rose #am i doing this right #also i get sooo concerned when a returning reader just disappears #it is in my nature to be unreasonably worried about people i know exist LOL #linked universe #linked universe fanfic

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fun-k-board · 4 months

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Rules / About Me - Masterlist - Media / Characters I Write For

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Requests are : OPEN!

Note(s) : If you have any questions that aren't answered on here, please, feel free to ask in comments, reblogs, private messages, or even my ask box! I don't mind which.

My sideblog mainly for reblogs and random rants/life updates is @fun-k-boards my art blog is @fun-k-art and my spidersona blog is @fun-k-sona

You can be remembered as an anon if you want to, say, you could use an emoji or emoticon, or just call yourself 'sparkle anon' or something similar! So far, only 😵‍💫 and 🌧️ are taken.

If you want to be added to a taglist, just ask! Tell me what the media is and if you want any specifics. (Say, if you want no X readers, or everything, or no fem readers, etc)

Rules for Writing Below!

General Rules for Requesting / interacting with my writing

I will accept critiques and corrections about my writing, if I, for example, make a headcanon that a character with dyed hair is naturally blonde, I have no issues with someone saying 'their natural hair colour was confirmed to be brown.', things like spelling mistakes, etc.

I prefer to write headcanons, but I will also write oneshots. I struggle with longer series and they'll take longer but, if you give a heavy description and give me a way to tell you while writing how I'm doing, I will write long oneshots or even full fics.

Please be specific! Just telling me 'can I have (insert character or media here) fanfic thanks' is very unhelpful, I need an idea or description of what you want me to write.

I will take a very long time, I have had some requests from over a year ago I still haven't been able to finish. Please just keep that in mind, I don't like to disappoint people

I'll only write for gender neutral, male and non-binary readers, I won't write for fem readers because it makes me dysphoric.

Will Write

I'll write both platonic or romantic headcanons / oneshots / series. If you want it romantic, use boyfriend, s/o / significant other, partner, lover, etc, for the reader or character you want to be paired with the character of your choosing. If you don't specify I'll assume it's platonic.

I'll write crossovers with other series or an isekai situation, like 'reader who's Spider-Man gets sucked into the Baldur's Gate 3 universe' or 'reader from our world who's now in the Spider-Man 2 universe'.

I'll write described personality or physical traits for the reader, such as 'reader who's confident', 'reader with punk clothing', 'reader with long hair', etc.

I'll write about adoption or just a general parent + kid relationship between characters / character(s) and the reader.

I'll write angst, fluff, long winded stories with more than one, etc. Just nothing sexual.

I'll write for X Readers and X Characters, including poly ships or X Readers.

I'll write SFW platonic and romantic character alphabets.

I'll write for age regression.

Won't Write

I won't write for sexual assault / harassment and rape, I am fine with it if it's previous character trauma being comforted, but nothing that's romanticised or even done by a character.

I won't write the reader being a biological child of a character / the reader having biological children.

I won't write cheating done by a character or forgiven and treated as 'just a mistake' or even romantically.

I won't write any heavy power imbalances, servant / slave and master, boss and employee, etc.

I won't write for more than six characters, six or below is my limit per headcanon.

I won't write romantically for any character under 14.

I won't write NSFW / smut, whatever you prefer to call it.

I won't write any pregnancy or childbirth mentions.

I won't write for diapered age regression.

I won't write for OC's.

Rules for Profile Pictures Below!

I won't be putting a pride flag behind a character that doesn't align with their canon sexuality, for example, I won't put a lesbian pride flag behind Felicia Hardy.

I'll do pride flags or things like the ocean, a simple colour pattern, a single colour background, etc, just ask for what you want.

I'll do multiple characters in both a romantic and platonic context.

I won't put more than three characters in a profile picture.

I'll use characters or animals, say a shark for example.

I won't use any political flags or backgrounds.

I won't use any sexual or violent imagery.

I won't use real people.

I'd quickly like to just get this out of the way, I don't mind adults interacting with me but if your blog is explicitly 18+ only or is chalk full of porn, then please don't follow or like or whatever. Not only does dni go both ways but I also just don't feel comfortable with adults' who don't want minors to interact with them interacting with me, so please don't.

You can call me by my user or any variation of it you'd like to use, I don't feel comfortable using my real name so don't ask for it please.

I'm a transgender man and I'm aroace questioning, I go by he/him pronouns but I don't mind neos or they/them.

#writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #x reader #ships #ship #reader #reader insert #gn reader #male reader #nonbinary reader #non binary reader

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jesncin · 2 months

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5 days long anon again. Yeah, it took a while because I kept reworking and trying to find the right words. words are hard. Plus anxiety. Constantly worrying if it would be right or sound right. Right now I'm riding the high of "it WAS fine!!" so I'm feeling more confident in sending this.

The whole "oooh superhero lied to someone how bad" when it's about their identity? One thing I clipped from the previous ask was talking about how of course a hero should not disclose their civilian ID because that would put any family or friends in danger. A reporter SHOULD understand that! Or at least a kind one. Of course Clark wouldn't be going around telling people if only because he wants to keep his parents safe. Yet you can't look me in the face and tell me that the Kents wouldn't be leery about telling people their son's origins as an alien regardless of when the story is set because technically? Illegal immigrant baby. Illegal immigrant alien baby, whom any spooky group (military/research/???) might want to get their greasy mitts on. I can see that kind of worry leaving marks on him too, even though he is trying to be kind and good.

Maybe it was "too soon" but Kal-el is talking to someone he's grown to know as both Clark Kent and Superman. Who he feels he can take that risk with. And with something... not small, exactly, but not as harmful to his life as he lives it on Earth? It's not quite a test of trust because that would be too calculated for it but it is something more honest and raw and the little voice in the back of the head going "do you understand? do I understand?".

"I've had to justify fanon to canon" is... odd. Have you had to with the Martians or is it specifically your take on Lois? I admit I haven't been able to read all the comics and random sketches yet but everything I've seen has been built on the trend of compassion and care whether it is for it or in spite of it. ...and sexy abs. (Rudy.)

Run out of steam/focus so hope you have a good night again.

Hiya 5 days anon (Here I am responding now after the strike)! And no worries, I appreciate people taking their time thinking of what to say.

Right! Even without any Superhero-level fantasy stuff- irl journalists write under pseudonyms or protect the privacy of the people they're interviewing all the time (Lois did this in Girl Taking Over!!). This notion that reporters are Kantian "Lying Is Always Bad No Matter What" people is frankly a caricature. Fun for silver age shenanigans, but not if you want your story to have any sort of depth. And yeah! Clark is an illegal immigrant baby. It shouldn't take much imagination to see why he and the Kents would want to keep that a secret (alas some stories think otherwise- I can't help but call the emotional intelligence of the characters into question at that point).

Yeah! I don't imagine Superman telling Lois his Kryptonian name as something pre-meditated, it's very spur of the moment trust. The idea is that he's not ready to disclose his civilian identity yet, but he is trusting Liando with something far more personal.

It's mostly been my Superman stuff. I don't post my Martian art on twidder especially since well. I've always gotten one or two racist comments on my Clois comics but the Private Interview comic just unleashed the floodgate for racist comments. If I get that much heat for a cishet interracial couple, you can imagine how gross people would be to my Martian stuff. There's a portion of cape fandom that just doesn't understand fanon or interpretations and are vehemently against any sort of change. So I get silly comments asking me to justify the change ("Why is Lois Black??") or backhanded compliments hailing me as "the exception to racebends". It's annoying, but in the end the comic really wasn't for them. It's for people like y'all who get it! (like Rudy)

Thank you and good day/night!

#askjesncin #i got interviewed by a journalist one time and she asked some personal questions I wasn't comfortable responding to or making public.#so I told her and she apologized and left it out of the article. Instead of. I dunno. hunting me down trying to dox me

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jxstadaydreamer · 1 year

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first impressions

from this gifset by @celestyeol

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x afab reader Genre: Strangers to Lovers, Romance, Fluff Word count: 5235

Summary: Getting back into the dating scene is tough and no one you've come across on these God-forsaken apps have caught your attention. But when one finally does, despite the fact there's an undeniable spark between the two of you and the amount of not-a-date coffee runs you've been on together, you're still too afraid to go on an official first date with him.

Author's note: Happy birthday to my one & only! 🎉 Thank you to my beloved for always proof reading my work and making sure my tenses match up! This story is an idea I’ve had for a long time after being inspired by a comment from a Reddit thread. I started it a while ago and gave up on it multiple times but I’m proud that I managed to pull through and finish it. I hope you can enjoy 💞 Feedback is always very appreciated! And if you do like it, please consider sharing it too 💞

It’s been quite a while since you were last in a relationship, your previous one had you sworn off the entire male species so you could heal your wounds and work on yourself. Of course you were a grown woman with needs and had the occasional short-lived fling here and there but now your desires had grown to something deeper and beyond bedroom activities. You began to miss having that intimate bond with a special someone. Just having another person to run silly errands with, have late night conversations about deep topics or nothing in particular, someone to marathon a tv show or try a new recipe with.

Loneliness gets to everyone, sooner or later.

You don’t want to actively, desperately seek out a partner but you have to start somewhere. And with some slightly aggressive persuasion from your friends, and your own deep dive internet research where you had found a convincing number of success stories, you decide to sign up for some dating apps. Because apparently ‘that’s how everyone meets these days!’

Now, you expected to come across some weirdos and creeps, of course, men who send one liners ranging from awfully cheesy to downright disrespectful or those who ask for your snapchat straight away because that’s where they prefer to chat, the latter being an immediate red flag to you. It wasn’t all bad however, some managed to hold some decent conversation and banter, but none that gave you that spark of interest, merely candidates for a nice chat. Proving just as much when you had agreed to a first date with some that would either be embarrassingly awkward or just lacking any chemistry whatsoever. With some even feeling entitled to some sort of exchange just because ‘they had done the gentlemanly thing of paying for your meal.’ Ugh. Over time, the hope you had to find your special someone through dating apps had waned significantly.

Enough that you almost gave up. Almost.

It’s near the end of an entirely too long work day when you receive the notification, the vibration making your eyes avert their gaze from the computer screen to the now lit screen of your phone. You notice the dating app icon, alerting you to a new match. Not feeling too giddy, you return to your work when another buzz of your phone steals your attention once again. Seeing that this time it's a message, you pick up your phone curious to see what this new match has opened with. Another pickup line? Would it be ridiculously corny or something icky? Maybe it would be the standard ‘hello beautiful, how are you?’ which was pleasant, yes, but also boring.

Instead, your eyes widen a smidgen and you sit up a little straighter. The outer corners of your lips quirk up just the slightest.

[Chanyeol]: i need to know - how do you feel about ace’s death?

You’re thinking of your reply when another message pops up.

[Chanyeol]: i’m sorry if that was random ^^” i just noticed the one piece flag and figurines in the background of one of your photos and got excited!

Wait. What? You quickly navigate back to one of your profile and notice on the 3rd image that the little nerd corner in your room had indeed been caught in one of your chosen selfies. How did you miss that? Ugh. Oh well. You also take the opportunity to tap through to his profile and refresh your memory. Damn. He’s hot. You think to yourself. Not wanting to make him wait too long, you shake your head of the thought and return to the chat screen.

[You]: hi chanyeol! it’s alright lol tbh i didn’t even notice they were in the pic. but to answer your question - i bawled like a baby.

It doesn’t take long for him to reply, and that fact alone widens the small smile that had crept onto your features.

A few dozen messages are exchanged back and forth before you look up and notice that everyone in the office has already left except for the usual suspects that liked to linger and try to earn some overtime. You look at the time and realise you could have left 35 minutes ago. Where the hell did the time go? Moving past the initial confusion, you quickly collect your belongings, heading out the building and towards the subway station.

You’re a little embarrassed to admit but you almost missed your stop. Cause? Being way too engrossed in a conversation with a man you didn’t even know 2 hours ago, discussing other events from what you now know is both of your favourite anime. You manage to walk home in record time, mindlessly throwing your things on one end of the sofa, plopping yourself down on the other and pulling your phone out to read his recent reply.

It’s only when you hear the rumble of your own stomach that you peel your eyes away from your phone screen and realise the sun has long set and you still haven't eaten a thing. Deciding it's too late to cook, and definitely not because you’re too lazy, you settle on ordering a pizza. You note the arrival time and think it’s just enough for you to hop into the shower and wash away the exhaustion the work week has given you. Turning on the water and tapping out yet another reply before you place your phone on the vanity and step inside the glass cubicle.

If you didn’t realise how much trouble you were in when you missed dinner (which was a first for you) or when you found yourself constantly glancing over at your phone screen to see if he had replied yet with ears hyper aware of the app notification alert tone any time you had to close your eyes or turn away, you definitely realise it now as you stare at the dark screen of your phone and your flustered reflection stares back at you.

Upon exiting the shower and drying your hands just enough to use your phone without dragging water droplets across the screen, you realise why there was no lighting up of the screen or notification melody sounding from your phone speaker – your phone battery was flat. What did you expect though? With the countless hours you had spent messaging back and forth, screen basically constantly lit. You quickly wrap a towel around yourself and rush to your bedside, plugging in the charger and waiting for the dark screen to light up with the logo and come back to life.

It’s in this moment that you think maybe you need to chill, afraid that you could be coming on too strong. Although, he’s reciprocating your energy too, right? Maybe, just maybe, he is just as into you as you are to him? The thought causes a fuzzy, warm, fluttering feeling in your stomach but is interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell, signalling your saviour and grace, the food delivery driver, has arrived.

As you settle down in front of the tv and turn on your comfort Netflix show that serves no purpose other than background noise to make you feel less alone, you absentmindedly shove the food into your mouth in between tapping out reply after reply. Eventually, you wash up and move to a comfier location. Snuggling into your plush sheets and chatting like lovesick teenagers until your eyes struggle to stay open and you wish eachother goodnights and sweet dreams.

You and Chanyeol continue texting each other about anything and everything throughout the day for the two weeks, exchanging social media accounts somewhere in between. You quickly find out that Chanyeol is an avid Snapchat user but in the cutest way. He would snap you things he encounters during his day – pretty flowers, the sky, cute animals, etc. – because “it makes me smile so I hope it makes you smile too.”

There was a particular snap that made your stomach hurt so much from laughing the first time you had seen it, a cheesy grin on your face anytime you recall it. Chanyeol was filming a snap of some cute goslings he’d spotted by a lake, only to be running away frantically screaming moments later because the daddy goose was chasing him away from its babies.

Every now and then you send him a gif of a goose when he gets a little smart with you.

One night, he asks if he can call you because his hands are a little tired from playing the guitar all day (Yeah, guitar. He’s a musician. That writes his own songs. These facts combined with his looks make you wonder if he’s real and if you’re being catfished), and you hesitantly agree. You hate the sound of your own voice and you’re afraid he might find it off-putting but the desire to listen to his voice trumps your insecurities in the end. It’s a decision you don’t regret. He’s such a great conversationalist that you completely forget how nervous you are in no time and the first phone call lasts til some hours of the AM.

You’re not sure when you fall asleep but you blame the comfiness of your bed and the velvet-like sound of his voice – smooth, deep and comforting. You think he may have been in the middle of telling you a childhood memory, his voice soft because of how late it was and the fondness of the story.

As you wait in line the next morning for the much needed coffee, you unlock your phone and type out a good morning text to Chanyeol, apologising for falling asleep and promising to make it up to him somehow. You also open Snapchat to snap him your current view of the coffee shop, caption wishing you could buy him a cup of coffee too to atone for your sins. You faintly hear the Snapchat notification sounding from somewhere behind you but you don’t think much of it until you hear it coming from your own phone some moments later, swiping it open to see what it could be.

You stare at your screen wondering why the floor looks so familiar and what he’s playing at when another snap comes through.

And now you definitely know why you could recognise the flooring. Because it’s the exact same view in front of you. Only his point of view was from a little further back and included you in the frane. Caption stating: someone who owes me coffee! And a sticker of an arrow pointing at your figure.

You spin around abruptly and it’s definitely hard to miss his tall stature, let alone the brightest grin you’ve ever seen on a human being currently being flashed at you. You give him a shy wave and he makes his way across the coffee shop to stand beside you. You quickly glance down at your outfit, mentally kicking yourself for choosing convenience over style and subtly try to brush the knots out of your hair with your fingers.

“Fancy meeting you here.” you can practically hear the smile in his voice and this fact is only confirmed when you literally have to look up to see him, if it was even possible for him to be smiling any bigger than he was before.

“It is..considering I’m here everyday and I’m sure I’d remember seeing you here.” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“I just moved here recently so I’m trying to find a new coffee spot… and I think I just found it.”

The way he’s looking at you brings the heat to your cheeks and you’re praying to the heavens that it’s not too obvious. You chance a peek at him and luckily he’s no longer looking at you, instead his gaze facing forward as it reads over the menu above the counter. You also notice that the huge grin is gone and is replaced with a tight lipped smile and a deep dimple. Taking advantage of the opportunity that he is seemingly, momentarily distracted by the menu options, you take in his handsome visuals. And the fact that he is actually here with you in person, quickly erasing all thoughts of you possibly being catfished because you thought he was just too good to be true.

Eventually, he makes up his mind and heads up to the counter to order an iced americano. You both sit down to enjoy your beverages and some conversation about what the day ahead entails for you before you have to head off to work. Chanyeol offers to drive you but you kindly refuse him, letting him know you actually enjoy the short walk that’s only a few blocks down. He juts his bottom lip out in a pout but nods. You can’t help but laugh at him as you wave goodbye.

As the weeks go by, you fall into a routine with Chanyeol. Meeting him for coffee in the mornings, where sometimes he would drive you if you were carrying some heavy items or he’d walk with you if he wasn’t in a rush that day, texting on and off throughout the day and talking on the phone before bedtime had advanced to video calls instead.

You had grown so comfortable with him that it was easy to share your thoughts without worrying he would judge you, whether it would be a random idea you had or just something you had come across during your day. He would either laugh about it with you or indulge in the thought with you. The comfort only made you become more smitten with him, especially since he seems to be reciprocating your every move. It never felt like you were doing too much or too little and that things were heading in a nice direction.

[Chanyeol :)]: hypothetically, how would you feel if i asked you on a date?

Usually, Chanyeol’s texts make your stomach flutter in a good way but this question, albeit hypothetical, has you feeling a little unwell. Your previous encounters with other matches on the very same app you met Chanyeol on had left you with a bad taste whenever it came to first dates. And you know you could be honest with Chanyeol and tell him exactly that but you just have to come up with a way to do so without making him think that you think he would be another one of those guys.

Typing and backspacing over and over again, you decide it’s too easy to misunderstand over text and if you video call him then you’ll end up giving into his pout. Paired with the kicked puppy look he pulls off so well? You stand no chance. So you opt for a phone call, it’s the safest option, middle ground of the other two.

He picks up the phone almost immediately.

“Hey! Is everything alright?”

“Everything is great. I, uh, just thought it’d be better to tell you this over the phone instead of texting you…”

“Oh,” he replied, coming to a realisation, “oh. Did I- Crap. Did I misunderstand something? I mean, I just thought that we- I thought you felt the same way so I- Fuck. Shit, sorry.”

“No, no no!” – you interject to bring a stop to his flustered rambling – “I do. I thought it was quite obvious but I do feel the same way.” You can feel the rosey hue blooming on the apples of your cheeks. Thank God this wasn’t a video call. Good choice Y/N. “It’s just that I had some bad experiences with first dates before I met you. Some of the guys just…weren’t that nice during or even after the date. And don’t get me wrong! I know you’re nothing like them but the fact that it’s a first date just makes me extra nervous is all. I mean, I’d like to, eventually, with you. I’m just a little scared that I might screw something up, kinda, I guess.”

You take a deep breath and slap your forehead when you realise the mess of words you had just spewed out in the span of 10 seconds.

“Wow, so articulate Y/N. Dammit I knew I should’ve just stuck with texting.” you mutter to yourself.

You hear a deep, throaty chuckle from him that distracts you from your self depricating thoughts.

“Phew!” – he exclaims dramatically – “Had me worried for a sec there. But thank you for explaining it to me. And phone call was definitely the right choice so don’t worry.” – laughing at you again – “I get it! Really! No pressure whatsoever.”

“Thank you for being so understanding.”

“Of course. But you shouldn’t have to thank me for it, isn’t it the bare minimum? Anyways, have you eaten yet?”

Damn, this guy is just so smooth with the way he steers the conversation in another direction and just ever so charming with his words and understanding nature.

It’s Saturday afternoon and after a productive day of cleaning your apartment from the mess you’ve created and neglected during the week, you sit down to enjoy some moments of peace in your now tidy space and contemplate your options for the rest of the evening. Closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the comfy cushions on your sofa.

A buzz and ding of your phone from its place on your coffee table has a smile etching its way onto your face and you sit up, reaching for it to see the name of exactly who you thought it would be on your screen.

[Chanyeol<3]: are you busy rn?

[You]: hm not rn no. what’s up?

[Chanyeol<3]: i was just about to run some errands but don’t feel like going solo. care to bless me with your company?

[You]: i mean, i don’t see how that would be blessing you but sure, i’d love to join you :)

[Chanyeol<3]: cool! i’ll pick you up soon?

[You]: sure. see you in a bit!

Shoot! You race to the bathroom, looking into the mirror and assess your mess of a situation right now. There’s no time for a shower so you opt to put your hair up into a bun for now and reach for some makeup to attempt a no-makeup makeup look, just enough to tidy yourself up and look clean and fresh.

It’s just errands right? You’d look silly if you dress up too much. You need something comfortable. Something functional but cute still. You end up in a loose tshirt tucked into a nice pair of jeans that just so happen to make your butt look good.

Your timing is perfect, slipping your sneakers on just as Chanyeol texts you that he’s outside, grabbing your bag and heading downstairs to meet him.

As you’re walking out the lobby, you can already see him across the street. He’s leaning against this huge silver SUV. He’s dressed in jeans and a hoodie but the scene looks like something out of a magazine with his tall physique, handsome face and styled hair. It’s probably a thought you have too often but it’s something you don’t think you could ever move past.

He looks up when he hears the doors of the building close as you exit and he stands up straighter, greeting you with a warm smile and a frantic wave of his hand.

“Hi!” he says as soon as you’ve crossed the street and close enough that he doesn’t need to raise his voice to be heard.

“Hey!” you return his smile, “Oh my gosh your car is HUGE! But I guess it needs to be for you to fit inside comfortably.”

He chuckles at your comment and it eases your nerves a little. He opens the door for you like a true gentleman and you climb inside, buckling yourself in as he rounds the front of the car to the drivers side.

“Ready?” he asks, turning to you with an award winning grin.

You nod happily and he turns the engine on, pulling away from the curb and towards his destination. You try to ask him where but he says you’ll see when you get there. Chanyeol turns on the radio but keeps the volume at a minimum so you can still speak comfortably to eachother.

Soon enough, he turns into the underground parking lot of a shopping mall complex and parks his car.

“What do you need to do here?” you ask him once you’re both inside the elevator taking you up to the chosen level.

“Just wait a little longer, little miss impatient. You’ll see.”

He laughs when you huff and pout your lips.

Chanyeol leads the way but you notice his long legs allow him longer strides that force you to quicken your step a little just to keep up with him. He seems to notice this though and slows himself down to a pace that's good for you both.

“So, you remember that candy you were telling me about last time? The one you said your grandma used to buy for you when you little and you can’t find anymore?”

You nod slowly, quirking a brow and tilting your head, wondering where he’s going with this.

“I found out this place here sells them!”

He stops as he says this and points to a small candy shop. Inside, you can see that there are walls and shelves lined with various types of candies and snacks. It seems he’s scoped out this place prior to taking you here because he takes you to the exact place they’re kept in the store.

Your eyes grow wide when you spot the familiar packaging of your childhood favourite and you can’t help the tears forming at your waterline.

Grabbing yourself a few packs of that specific candy, you and Chanyeol browse through the rest of the store, selecting a few more before you both make your way to the counter to pay for your chosen goods.

Chanyeol reaches for his wallet but you stop him, firmly insisting that he allow you to pay for his and your things to thank him for bringing you here and finding something that is so important to you. He sees the look of determination in your eyes and decides not to challenge you. He needs to pick his battles wisely if he wants the rest of the evening to pan out the way he intends it to.

Leaving the store and following Chanyeol to his next errand location, you can’t help but feel touched by the fact that he remembered something you had told him in passing over the phone and also managed to find you the exact thing you talked about too.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of Chanyeol’s laughter and you look up to realise he’s stopped walking, now watching you and chuckling as his shoulders bounce up and down.

“What?”

“I should be asking you that. What’s got you so deep in thought?”

“Nothing!” you quickly say, sounding way too defensive for your own good.

He hums, letting you know he didn’t really believe you but isn’t going to question you any further.

“Well, while you were too busy thinking about ‘nothing,’ I was trying to ask if you wanted to see this movie with me?” – he points over to a poster on the wall and you realise you’ve stopped in front of the cinema – “I didn’t realise it was out already! I’ve been looking forward to it.”

It’s been a while since you’ve seen a movie in an actual cinema, considering everything is just so accessible online these days. The movie he’s asking you to watch with him is an action comedy, it can’t be too bad right? You seem to have the same taste with most things so far.

“I mean, if you don’t want to. It’s okay, I just thought we could watch it together since we’re both here right now.”

He sees the gears in your head cranking and he’s hoping he didn’t overstep by asking you, the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable around him. His nervousness shows by the way he’s unable to stand still, shifting from one foot to another and scratching the back of his neck.

“No, no, I’d love to watch it with you! It’s been so long since I’ve been to an actual cinema too. I think it’ll be fun!”

A toothy grin immediately appears on his features, eyes bright and sparkly with excitement.

“Awesome! I’ll go get the tickets and something from the candy bar too. Any requests?”

“Maybe just a drink? I think we have plenty of things to snack on.” you laugh, pointing to the bag he’s holding.

He nods in agreement and quickly scurries off to buy some tickets.

You both emerge from the dark movie theatre just under 2 hours later feeling a little closer than you did when you went in.

It was a great movie, it had a balance of suspenseful moments, scenes that made you laugh and a not-so-heavy-romance-but-just-enough plot thrown in. Truly something for everyone.

It was also the first time you had sat so closely with Chanyeol. Close enough that you could smell his cologne wafting to your nose and holy shit did he smell absolutely delicious. He would nudge you during the funny scenes as he laughed. Although the two of you had started off leaving a respectable distance, somewhere during the movie you had both managed to scoot closer to each other. Your thigh resting comfortably against his, upper arms touching too.

You both opened some of the snacks you had bought earlier to try and looked to each other for reactions, most of them were so good and the others not so much, making you both scrunch your face at eachother and quickly wrap the packet up and placing it back into the bag to reach for another instead.

Walking back to the car together, you discuss the happenings of the movie you’ve both just watched and end up quoting the same lines to eachother. His eyes are now in a semi permanent crescent moon position from all the laughing, a vast difference to his usual rounded full-moon-esque eyes that look like they contain galaxies within them. You wonder if his cheeks hurt from smiling as much as yours do.

You have learnt that Chanyeol laughs with his entire body, whether it be the not so subtle shaking of his shoulders, loud echoing claps from his huge hands, slapping his own body (usually thighs) or whatever furniture is within range or just folding over and holding himself. You wouldn’t put it behind him to regularly end up on the floor dying from a laughing fit too. The thought is endearing, the fact that he’s just so happy it vibrates through his entire being this way.

All that laughing must have depleted his body of energy because the moment you settle into the car and buckle up your seatbelts, you hear a huge extended rumbling sound coming from, what you can safely assume by the way he quickly clutches his abdomen, is his stomach.

Chanyeols ears grow bright red and he smiles at you sheepishly.

“Um, would you like to go get some food?” he says, scratching the back of his neck. A nervous habit of his that you’ve manage to pick up on. “Since we’re already together right now and it’s basically dinner time..” he trails off.

“Sure, why not. Since we’re conveniently together right now and I don’t think your stomach can wait any longer.” you tease.

“Hey!” he puts on a pretend offended look. “Is there anything in particular you want to eat? Anything you’re craving?”

“Hmm,” you purse your bottom lip and roll your eyes around in thought, “not really. I don’t mind what we eat.”

“Do you like ramen? There’s this spot I really like and it’s close by.”

“I love it! Let’s go there.”

Feeling pleased with himself that you so happily accept his suggestion for dinner and invite to join him for yet another thing, Chanyeol knows he definitely can’t wipe the grin off his face even if his cheeks are definitely feeling sore from smiling so much. He just hopes you’re enjoying yourself when spending time with him as much as he was with you.

Just like he said, the ramen restaurant was indeed close by and you arrive there in less than 10 minutes and a few turns along the way.

It’s a cosy little, hole in the wall type place that you wouldn’t have noticed in passing. Chanyeol swears this place has the best ramen he’s tasted outside of Japan, telling you to trust his judgement because he apparently travels there pretty often and has had his fair share of authentic Japanese cuisine.

You enter the small restaurant and are immediately greeted by the chef behind the counter, bowing and welcoming you inside and showing you to some seats. After perusing the menu and putting your order in, its not long before your steaming hot bowl of ramen arrives and you thank the chef for the food.

Picking up your spoon, you dip it inside the broth to scoop up some of the deliciousness to taste. The rich flavour immediately hits your senses and it tastes even better than it smells and looks.

“So?” Chanyeol asks, excited to hear your verdict.

“It really is so good!”

“Yay! I’m glad you like it.”

Chanyeol’s own bowl of ramen arrives immediately after and he follows your actions of thanking the chef before digging into the food, slurping up the broth and noodles.

Having ordered a smaller serving and receiving your food before Chanyeol, you end up finishing before he does and you allow yourself some silent moments to reflect on the past few hours you’ve spent with him.

You don’t think you’ve been this happy in a long time. And you can’t remember the last time you’ve felt this comfortable around someone new either. Could you really call him someone new though? After the amount of time you’ve spent texting together and on calls, coffee meetups in the mornings…you’ve definitely entered some sort of situationship with him. Any doubts you had about whether he felt the same way you did about him had dissipated. Any inklings of wonder you had whether he felt it to the intensity you did had gone too. Because just as much as you love spending time with him, he seems to want your company the same also.

Maybe you are ready. More than you had previously thought. Just scared, maybe.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Chanyeol asks, derailing your train of thought.

“I was just thinking…hypothetically, maybe I am ready to go on that date.”

The smile he gives you is impish. It’s not the bright, happy kind of smile you were expecting. It’s the mischievous kind, like when a little kid knows a silly secret or something. It makes you squint your eyes at him, questioning his motives.

“What?”

“Well, actually, we kinda did already go on that hypothetical date.”

You’re wondering what in the hell he’s on about when it clicks. What dat- Oh. Oh. A movie and dinner. The classic, run of the mill date.

You can’t even be mad. It’s too smart. He tricked you into going on a first date with him.

“Clever bastard.”

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CH3: DBKS Return

Authors Note: So glad that people are enjoying the story so far!! Ao3 wont be ready till the end of the month, I decided to post chapter 3 here for you guys for the time being. This will be the last chapter I post on here, but I’ll be using tumblr to post updates and such for when I finish writing more parts. I’ll try to reorganize the page too for easier navigation later. The chapters quite lengthy, as it starts merging the reader into the main storyline. Apologies for any writing errors, but otherwise enjoy!

Previous Post!

With the start of the new day, you felt much better waking up knowing that you finally had something to do. After getting ready, you texted MK that you were on your way. The city in the morning was surprisingly pleasant, as you watched the flow of cars and people pass by through the bus windows. Originally the thought of such busy traffic overwhelmed you, but it didn’t seem as bad when you took public transport. It was a good idea to leave your car in the care of one of your neighbors.

Once you arrived at the shop, MK immediately coddled you with attention, ecstatic to be your personal tour guide. You wave politely to Pigsy, who was preparing the orders MK would be delivering on your trip. The same man was sitting at the counter, who was quickly introduced as Tang by your new companion. After exchanging pleasant hellos, you offer to assist in carrying the orders to the small vehicle that was used for deliveries.

“I just can’t wait to show you around! There are so many places around here that I’m sure you’ll love, like the arcade, the movie theater, and the cool clothing stores and cheese tea stalls..” MK rambles on to you while starting the engine and driving, with you securely on the seat next to him. “And I should totally introduce you to my other friend Mei!! I’m sure you two would totally get along. I mean- I’ve only known you for a day but you seem so nice, so I think you guys would have fun together!” You smile at him, grateful that you made a good first impression.

“You seem very nice as well MK! I don’t know many people who would be so kind to just show a random stranger around. But I hope we can start being friends from now on, along with that Mei girl as well.” You raise your fist and he happily bumps it, which makes the cart swerve ever so slightly. Thank god for seatbelts, you think.

The day flew by in a flash, as you drove all around Megapolis. You admired the different areas of the city and took note of the places that MK commented on previously. He decided that you should go visit them with him and Mei on his days off. The deliveries also went by smoothly, with the both of you going back to the shop whenever you finished a batch of orders.

“That was so much fun!” MK hugged you, and you returned the affection as the both of you went back to Pigsy’s after finishing the final deliveries. You nod in agreement, before slumping down into one of the seats in exhaustion.

“I’m not sure what you did, but you somehow made MK do his job ten times more efficiently than usual.” Pigsy snorted while MK chuckled in embarrassment. He slid a bowl of noodles to you. “It’s on the house. As a thank you.”

“Hey, what happened to no free noodles??” Tang huffed as you dug in. Pigsy angrily smacked him with a spoon.

“Unlike you, they actually contributed to my shop's well-being!”

You laugh at the banter, which seemed only friendly between the two. Pigsy then looks back at you, seemingly lost in thought.

“You know, if you truly have nothing to do in the city, maybe you can keep going around with MK and help him stay focused from time to time. I’ll pay you of course.”

“I wouldn’t mind doing that!” You placed the empty bowl away from your face, licking the remaining soup off your mouth. “There's truly no need to pay me though, I’m just a friend tagging along after all.” MK flew from his place to smother you in a hug once again, making the both of you laugh. “It’s a plan then!”

And so for the next few weeks, you started becoming accustomed to Pigsy’s Noodles as your new hangout, with MK, Pigsy, and Tang as your new companions. You would help MK stay on track with his deliveries when you were in the mood for a joyride and occasionally served the noodles to the customers to get more used to city locations. You conversed about more adult topics with Pigsy, talking about growing up and your past lives with one another. After confessing about your enjoyment of cooking, he invited you to see how he prepared his food while you both happily exchanged recipes and treats with each other. Tang would always talk about his expert knowledge of Chinese legends to MK and you, such as the Monkey King (who he was very passionate about and nearly shook you to death when you said you didn’t know much about the said monkey as he tried to cram every piece of story he had about him). MK was a major fan as well and showed you his book crammed with writings and drawings he had which you made sure to praise him on for how well drawn it all was.

Later you eventually met Mei, who you quickly bonded with after complimenting her which she did back to you tenfold and snapping a bunch of pics together. When MK was out working she would drag you to the arcade and play for hours, and you would eat out together when you weren’t hungry for noodles (you would always fight over whos paying, with both of you wanting to treat the other). Having so many new friends made you feel content, but something was still in the back of your mind.

As the days passed by, you constantly looked through your mail, your phone, and any other form of communication to see if you would finally get news about how to progress on your supposed task. Being set in a new place with absolutely no direction of what your so-called destiny was going to be set you off a little as your patience started to thin. It wasn’t until you fully settled into your new life that a knock on the door came with a sealed envelope slipped through the crack under. Hurriedly you rushed to tear the paper open, only to reveal a small card enveloped in a lavender smell with gold writing reading:

You’re on the right track.

“HUH??” You burst out, slapping the papers onto the floor with a huff. “ONE WHOLE MONTH. And that's what you give me??” You grumbled curses as you slipped on your shoes to get away from the apartment. Although you did not want to get so mad as your living situation was being fully reimbursed by your relative, they surely weren’t assisting you in anything else. The sour mood you were in was unfortunately noticed by MK once you slipped into the store, so he placed the orders prepared back on the table to check on you.

“You alright there? Did something happen to you?” He questioned, gingerly placing a hand on your shoulder. You furrow your brows, not wanting to worry him but not wanting to lie to him either.

“I just got some bad news that's all. Nothing too serious though, I was just really annoyed by it.” You picked up the orders that he was previously carrying, turning to go out of the door. “I think driving around will clear my mind. Let's get going MK!” Satisfied with the response, he followed to start with the deliveries for the day.

“MK, are you sure that someone ordered noodles down there..?” The delivery truck stopped in front of an abandoned construction site as your friend whistled happily with noodles in hand.

“Don’t worry, I’ve delivered to much weirder places!” He pulled you to the elevator and turned on the lever, slowly descending down. You still felt a little off, sticking close to MK as he casually danced through the debris and old equipment.

“It feels like I’ve waited an eternity for this moment.” A deep feminine voice echoed through the area, causing you and MK to stop in your tracks. You look to see a woman standing with her back towards you, along with a young man with bright red hair. Surrounding them were a large number of figures that sported robotic bullheads on top of their torsos. The two unique bodies exchanged words about preparations as you hurriedly dragged MK out from eyesight. You tried to tug him back to the elevator, but he grabbed your hand and signaled a shushing noise, pointing to what everyone else seemed to be looking at. On the mound of earth illuminated by the sunlight that cracked through the openings from the ceiling, a large pole encrusted in red and gold stood upon the top, giving off a heavenly glow. Your eyes widen.

“Is that…”

“Monkey King’s staff!!!!” MK whispers in awe, his pupils shine in excitement. He grabs your hand to haul you up onto the poles in the ceiling despite your silent struggles to get away from whatever was going on. With the two of you draped over uncomfortably up top, you managed to get a better view of the ordeal in front of you. One of the bull men walked up to the staff and struggled to pull it out, snapping its electric arms out in the process. He was then sneered at by the red dude, who haughtily monologues about his in preparations he took to get the job done.

“Only those who are deemed worthy can wield it. But I, Red Son, have designed this gauntlet to bend it to my will!” He summoned a large metal contraption to his hands with a burst of flames and walked over to the staff himself. You stared in shock as he grunted angrily, and exploded into a fit of fire as he struggled to lift the staff. The ground below it finally cracked, and the staff was tightly grasped between the iron hand.

“YES! I DID IT!” Red Son, assuming that was his title finally yelled in victory. There was a pause. “WHAT? Why isn’t anything happening??!” He turned to the woman and squabbled something about being the wrong mountain and bickered before the entire room started to shake. You grasped tightly to the pole in terror when suddenly the ground below where the staff once was exploded into a sickly green glow. Arising from beneath the surface appeared an anthropomorphic bull, larger than the bullbots that flew around from the explosions. He growled menacingly, his size towering over everyone else.

“Flesh. Bone. I have returned to the realm of the living!” The bull spoke, flexing his hands.

It was a terrifying display, and the sound of MK struggling to keep his hold on the poles made your head spin. There was no way you wanted to be caught by the crowd at the bottom.

“Demon Bull King! How I’ve missed you.” The lady smirked. Oh, you remembered that name. It was one of the demons that Tang stated Monkey King once defeated. That didn’t sound good.

“Princess Iron Fan. The years have been kind.” Another demon that you learned from the stories. You couldn’t believe it. The legends were true?

A bird perched on the pole chirped your attention away, as it started pecking at MK’s hands while he tried to shoo it away. It squawked, aggressively pecking more until MK’s grip slipped. In a fit of panic, you reached to grab him only to realize that doing so made your balance falter as well. Gravity pulled you down. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!” With a crash, you toppled over MK and Red Son who was right under both of your hiding spots. You groan in pain as you placed your hands to steady yourself. You felt the eyes of everyone latching onto you, freezing your movement.

“Heh heh-.. Someone ordered some noodles?”

“GET OFF YOU IDIOT!!!!!!!!” MK was launched off of Red Son back to you, forcing you to catch him before he would slam into the floor again.

“Did you know what you just did? THE BOTH OF YOU RUINED MY MOMENT!!” He erupted into flames. You cover MK protectively as the DBK towered over the both of you, smugly grunting at the display.

“Some little eavesdroppers have fallen into our midst. It seems a waste to crush something so insignificant as my first act as ruler of this new world, but so be it.” He lifts his foot ready to squash.

“Wait, father!” Red Son cleared his throat. “Waste not your energy on these... Peasants. Please allow me to show you how powerful I have become in your absence!”

“I think we should go..” You inch away from the demons but are stopped again as they turn back to talk to you. Red Son continued to boast about his family while MK stumbled over the staff that was abandoned back on the ground. “ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME? I, Red Son, will NOT be disrespected! You’re HISTORY!” He lunged to attack. MK’s body jerked into a panic as he reach for anything to protect you and him. A sickeningly hollow sound erupted into your ear while a wave of smoke smothered your eyesight. You coughed and rubbed your eyes hurriedly to behold the sight next to you. MK was holding Monkey King's staff, to the shock of everyone.

“QUICK! Let's get out of here!” MK used the confusion to grab your arm and start running. The staff jerked to life in his palm, growing long and bouncing off the floors and walls while you clung onto MK for dear life. It smashed through the elevator and to the top, and you wasted no time rushing to the cart and start driving. It didn’t take long for an even bigger vehicle to rise and destroy the already deteriorated construction site, its engines revving and bursting to drive into your cart.

“How did you do that MK??” You ask while he weaved through the traffic in the street with Red Son close behind.

“I don’t know, but we need to get away from them NOW.” He grabs one of the orders in the back and threw it at Red Son’s car window.

“MK! MK THE WHEEL!” You reached over to steady the driving while it screeched into a turn. The staff seemed to have a mind of its own as it enlarged itself again to launch the vehicle out of the street. Both of you screamed, not quite sure how you both were still alive. You smashed onto the rooftop, the poor noodle cart hobbling down with Red Son furiously pursuing on the side. With a final crash, you swerved into an apartment building and burst out on the side of the road. “Are- are we safe??” MK laughs triumphantly. “I think we lost him!” He gently tries to lodge off your iron grip on his torso, which you were unconsciously doing throughout the chase. The cart sputtered and coughed from the turmoil it was put in. It squeaked to a stop and collapsed down. MK stared at you in shock.

“Come on come on you got this!” He kicked and smacked at the machine, but it did not respond. “Oooohhhh Pigsys gonna kill me…”

“Not if that red guy kills us first! Come on MK!!” You both duck into an alleyway, searching for a new way to get back to the noodle shop. MK spots a hoverboard being used by some teens and quickly snatches it to ride. In due time as well, with Red Son finally back to chase you. “WE’RE SORRY!” You yelled out to the disgruntled teenagers, practically choking MK with your hold. “Y-ourre-. Suffocating-mme!!!” MK struggled to keep the hoverboard steady.

“I'm sorry I'm sorry but if I let go I’ll die!!!!!” After some backflips and almost falling off, you manage to lose Red Son for another moment. MK swerves around to another path, only for the demon to arrive in a smaller vehicle. If it weren’t such a dire situation you would have rolled your eyes at his persistence. He pulls the racecar upwards into the air and recklessly tries to squash you both. He’s able to destroy the hoverboard, forcing you to fly over the top of the car, with it speeding towards a dead-end road. You and MK yell for your lives.

Bodies in the air. Your vision spinning and the air whipping your face. MK’s teary face screaming next to you. Was this truly how you would die? No. It can’t be. You don’t want it to end like this! Why is everything glowing? Your hand reaches out for something, for anything. You see something forming at your fingertips. It stops for a second, only for a gloved hand to grab you instead. Greenlight crackled through the air. You already knew who it was. “Mei!!” You quickly stretched your arm to MK, zipping past Red Son and back onto solid ground. The motorcycle she rode zipped through the city instantly and back to Pigsy’s Noodles. MK lost your arm and tumbled over the floor, but Mei still kept her hold on you before steadying you back to stand. “Nailed it!!” She fishes out her phone to snap a few pics. A relieved MK walks over to her, and he terribly tries to explain the situation at hand. You stood in the back still shaky from the entire ordeal.

“MK!!!” Out came Pigsy, his nose flaring as he yelled at him for the missing orders. You jump when he glares at you but stops after seeing your poor state.

“Huh? Did something happen? Why are you all frazzled?” You pause. The realization of the past events you went through float through your head. You were scared and you had no idea what you and MK just got into. Your eyes water slightly, but you try to keep your composure to prevent worrying Pigsy.

“Hey hey it's alright, I didn’t mean to scare ya. You were always good at keeping MK in check, so truth be told I was worried when I saw that the deliveries weren’t happening. I thought you got hurt or something. Let's get you inside ok?” He allows you to lean on him as you wobbled in with Mei in tow. MK already rushed inside, overloading the whole adventure onto Tang.

“Kid, relax.” Tang pushes MK back with his chopsticks. “Besides, you’re being delusional. It’s just a story.”

“It's not though! I know it sounds crazy, but we saw it! And MK has the staff too!” The group turns to you, brows raised. “Cmon MK show them, you have it right?”

On cue, he pulls out the staff, which grows longer, and smashes a table clean in half. That was more than enough to convince them. Tang drops his mature act and freaks out over the staff. You sigh in defeat.

“Ok, I’ll bite. If the staffs here, wheres that demon guy then?” Pigsy crossed his arms annoyed.

“The shoe store!” Mei sticks her phone into your face, scrolling past the multiple posts of people complaining about the Bull King’s lack of common courtesy in line.

“What should we do about it then? MK’s got the staff and we got no Monkey King.” Mei shrugs. MK looks distraught.

“Well, we can GET the Monkey King! Or try at least.” Tang straightened himself, a shine in his glasses as he pulled up MKs book of drawings.

“We need to get to flower fruit mountain.”

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque x reader #one with the earth wind and cherry blossoms (lmk)

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Can you elaborate on what aspects of the WoF worldbuilding you find to be underbaked? I'm interested in your point of view(and it's been a while since I've reread them so my memory isn't the freshest lol)

Thanks for ask @aspirationatwork! To prevent this from getting too long I’ll use bullet points and try to briefly describe my thoughts on the topic. OK here we go

- The animus magic system: Its origins are a mystery, it’s limitations (if any) are vague and undefined, and its inheritance is random. Someone else (maybe on the subreddit?) pointed out that Tui had to get rid of animus magic since she had basically written herself into a corner and made it too overpowered which I think is a valid point but I’m not happy about it.

- NightWing powers: Now I enjoy mind reading/prophecy powers a lot, but these powers stick out like a sore thumb compared to the abilities of the other tribes and we never really find out how the NightWings got them.

- The aging system: Need I say more?

- The naming system: Also very creative for Tui to give the humans the same naming system.

-Size of fruits and non-dragon animals: Just overall proportions of dragons vs the environment that seems to change every so often as fits the scene.

- MudWing breeding night: Of all the scraps of MudWing lore Tui could have given us, this is what she came up with.

- The Scorching: the biggest event in dragon history was left vague for a very long time, and then once an explanation was offered it was lame and only provided half the answers. It might have explained why the dragons conquered the continent but not really why they then differentiated into different Tribes.

- Inconsistent characterization and character arcs: While it maybe doesn’t fall into the “world building” category, character arcs are definitely an important part of story crafting, and I don’t think I need to provide specific examples. Every WOF fan has their own.

-Overall dragon culture and society: This is probably a personal bias, but the way the different dragon tribes live and work and rule are kind of brushed over in a lot of ways. I’m not expecting Lord of the Rings level detailed world-building here, but there are certain things that just don’t hold up when you think too deeply on them. Stuff like the IceWing Circles or how currency works (is it a bartering system? Do they use coins and gold?) or how the postal system works.

Others can feel free to add other stuff or disagree, these are just what come to mind for me. But I do want to explain that I don’t say this to be hateful of the WOF books as that would be immensely hypocritical of me, a person who actively creates fan content for the series. Some part of me loves this series obviously, or else I wouldn’t have the passion to write for it, but it's the same love for it that makes all these things stick out to me.

I also want to take this chance to explain a comment I made in my previous post: that it is very telling that Tui was given the suggestion to write a book about dragons rather than her coming up with the idea from scratch. Anyone who has created their own original story or even an AU has probably felt the universal experience of feeling overwhelmed with the details of how the world works and the characters they are writing about. This comes from a place of love and passion for what’s being created - and I just don’t think Tui has that love for WOF.

I am sure she had a fun time writing it, or I hope she did, but I just don’t feel the love in the story. The characters are wishy washy since she doesn’t really love them. The world building is shaky because she probably hasn’t spent years daydreaming about it and turning it over in her head.

Anyway, this post is getting long enough. I’d like to know how others feel about this, but these are just my thoughts :3

#wingsoffire #wof #wings of fire #long post #my asks

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Jinpine Radio #3

Translation of the radio segment from Jin’s official YouTube channel. Original video here. Done on commission!

This livestream begins a little differently from the other ones. It starts out in complete silence and all that can be heard is random clicks. Then, the BGM suddenly starts playing. After a while and a few more clicks, Jin’s voice comes up. As usual, he greets first, tests the sound second and then proceeds to badmouth his own radio. We all know the drill by now. “This shitty radio that serves no purpose to anyone and has no reason to be whatsoever is starting once again,” he says, before mentioning that the current month (which, back when this livestream happened, was April) was a season of new beginners for many of the listeners, as a good portion of them are students. He announces that, although it might be a time when many difficulties might be happening to them, he wants to do his best and have a fun chat, so that they can cheer up and keep on fighting.

He then passes the baton to Inpine, who does by far the most unintelligible greeting out of all the episodes so far, which basically consisted of him yelling, “CHERRY BLOSSOMS, CHERRY BLOSSOMS. WHEN I SEE THEM, I GET DIZZY, DIZZY. MY NOSE GETS ITCHY, ITCHY. SNOT RUNS DOWN NONSTOP. YEAAAAH!!” with a macho voice. Jin starts laughing, saying he thought Inpine was going to introduce himself, but in the end, he didn’t say his own name. Inpine replies with a forceful little girl voice, saying he’s usually a “well-behaved child”, so he wanted to go for something new this time. Jin cuts his bullshit off, as usual. He also tells Inpine to quit making a face like what he did was a big deal or something. Inpine then obediently introduces himself in his normal voice.

The two start talking about flower viewing and about how cherry blossoms are so fickle that just drizzle is enough for them to scatter about.

Jin: The cherry blossoms are being tested.

Inpine: So are the people who go out for flower viewing.

After a while of this, they decide to go for the fanmail, thanking the people who sent them first-thing, as always. Both are impressed that people are not only still sending lots of fanmails but also thinking them through. They say that without this support, they’d just wither away.

They start by reminding everyone, also as per usual, of what the theme of the fan letters is. This time, it’s “a weird story that you’ve heard from an elder”. Inpine laughs at the fact that announcing the theme always makes him immediately start talking about recent experiences related to them. Jin feels the same.

Although it’s pretty bad for the course of the livestream itself, they do start talking about things that have happened lately. Jin then explains that in the previous week, when his album was coming out, he did a web event with some fans who had won a lottery related to the album and earned a chance to have a video chat with him. He called them on video from the studio where he usually records his CDs and says it was extremely fun, although he only had a short time to speak to each of them. He comments that the line connected super quick on each call, so even though it was their first time seeing each other face-to-face, everything was so automatic and fast that it felt like they were fighters just waiting for the combat to begin. And as expected, whenever he’d come up on the other person’s screen, they’d be visibly startled and some would even let out a scream. He says such reactions are only the expected when you have some clown suddenly showing up on camera and going, “Hiii” like he’s Pennywise or something (yes, he made this exact comparison).

Regardless, it was fun and he’d love to do it again. He’d also like to do something similar in the Jinpine Radio. Inpine asks if they’d both have to appear on camera for that one and Jin says yes, suggesting they do it outdoors. They start joking and laughing about streaming from a boat in the middle of a lake and going live saying shit like, “It’s cold. We can’t see anything. Where on earth are we?”

Once they’re done making fun of each other, they finally start reading the fanmail.

Level 103 at “Fun with Crafts”: “Jin-san, Inpine-san, good evening. Thank you so much for hosting such a fun radio every time. There’s this one weird story that I heard from my grandma about her husband (AKA my grandpa). Apparently, a long time ago, my grandpa wanted to have an open-air bath overlooking the night sky. He’d pile up rocks at the nearby river in an attempt to make a bathtub, but they’d get swept away by the rising tide, so in the end, he brought the river rocks home together with some cement and quickly built an open-air bath with them. Still, we had to put a roof over it in order to avoid wind and rain, meaning it wasn’t possible to watch the night sky, but when I, as a little kid, said that it was an awesome bath and was told that grandpa had been the one who made it, I swooned. Jin-san, Inpine-san, if there happens to be anything unbelievable in your family homes built by either your grandmothers or grandfathers, please tell us about it.”

Okay, so first of all, gotta explain this person’s name. “Fun with Crafts” is the official translation of “Tsukutte Asobo”, an old Japanese TV show and video game for kids. As the name says, it was about making stuff. When Jin and Inpine read this name aloud, they started laughing. Inpine joked, “I wonder what this person can make” and Jin says what probably all of us have been thinking for a while now, “These guys are playing around too much with their radio names!”

When they got to the part about the grandpa building a bath out of scratch, Jin went, “Oho, so strong!” and Inpine tipped in, “He’s a level 100, huh”. They also comment on how the whole thing was for naught, since the initial goal of watching the night sky from an open-air bath was never achieved. However, they can’t deny that there’s some elegance to it either way, and aiming for something unachievable is just human nature anyway.

Jin is the first to share a story about something unbelievable that one or both of his grandparents had at home, which is also the “weird story” that he heard from them. He begins in the most roundabout way possible – by revealing that he has a father and a mother. Inpine feigns surprise and Jin rolls with it. Jin explains that his surname, taken from his father’s side, is very commoner-like, while his mother’s family name sounded like a surname of nobility. It seems she comes from a samurai bloodline and up to his great-grandmother’s generation, they had lots of weapons at home, such as katana and naginata. From what Jin heard, these weapons even had inscribed on them the names of their wielders and what generation they were. However, his great-grandmother lost her parents when she was still a child and had to be taken in by relatives, who apparently deceived her and took all these valuables to themselves. Jin himself never had a chance to see them.

On Inpine’s turn to tell his story, he starts off by explaining that his grandparents had a rather big property (by Japanese standards, that is). They were farmers and owned rice fields and other kinds of plantations that were rather extensive. On their land, there were two houses. One of them was his grandparents’ residence. Inpine used to think that the other house was also theirs. It was dirty and dusty and not really a place that people could live in, but Inpine liked it because it had a secret hideout feel to it. Yet, one day, its roof disappeared. Jin jokes that this was a “bug in the render”. Inpine asked what had happened to the roof and the answer he got from his grandfather was, “We took it down to use the wood burning stove”. Basically, the other house’s wood was used as fuel. Meaning not just the roof but also the whole house was gone after some time. Inpine used to be quite fond of the house and thought it was pretty good, especially because it was spacious. It was big enough to park a car inside, but it was normally used for get-togethers. Nevertheless, it was teared down entirely. Jin says he wants to see the empty slot the next time they visit their hometown and Inpine agrees, saying he might even explain how they brought down the house.

Pollock Roe Pasta Yamamoto: “Jin-san, Inpine-san, good evening. It almost makes me happy how inappropriate this whole thing is.”

Here is where Jin makes a pause to wonder whether he and Inpine are being complimented or figuratively kicked. They’re happy about this, though.

“On the topic of impressive stories told by grandparents, my grandmother is quite the talker. When she was young, a friend of hers passed away. This is a story about the time she went to their funeral. She didn’t have any mourning dress and was out of money, so she pulled an all-nighter sewing herself an attire. Her legs were very numb from that.”

The first thing that Jin and Inpine say upon reading this, almost in unison, is, “Well, of course they’d go numb! But she’s cool as hell”. They agree that she’s something of a creator and they’re no match for her. The two are extremely amazed at the fact that she did it all herself and overnight. Jin jokes that they should do this too, and when one of them dies, the other will have to make his own mourning dress and attend the funeral with it. Inpine, as usual, doesn’t miss a beat and says that whatever they make will look like something made by a demon overlord. Jin says that’s just fine, because they’d probably miss the other a lot and be very miserable, so they should at least make it fun.

Back to the penny-less young grandma, the two remember that you had to sit down with folded knees in funerals back in the old days and wonder if she was able to stay in that position until the funeral was over if her legs had taken such a toll the previous night. To top it off, cars weren’t so mainstream at the time, so she probably had to walk her way to the ceremony. This escalates to them imagining the grandma driving one of the common car models of that time, Subaru 360, to attend the funeral and musing about how cool that would’ve been.

Next, they decide to intercalate normal fanmail with the themed ones and pick a normal message to read.

Ocean Sunfish Bait: “Hello. I always have fun listening to your radio. I have sent this fan letter because there was something I wanted to ask after listening to this radio. It’s about the fact that Jin-san and Inpine-san’s houses are very close to each other. Did you perhaps make a conscious decision to live close to one another? I’d be happy if you could tell us about this in detail. I’ll be supporting your activities from now on too.”

When they read this person’s radio nickname, the first thing they wonder is what the hell ocean sunfish eat. Inpine believes it’s plankton, while Jin thinks they hunt for prey. Whichever it is, the OP named themself after it, so this means that OP is plankton, and give them the alias “Plankton-san”.

As for the answer to OP’s question, Jin concludes that he’s the one who has to answer it, meaning Inpine was the one who moved into his current house first and later Jin moved into his own. He ponders for a brief moment exactly what extent of this story he’s supposed to share, but then decides to just tell everything there is to tell.

Before making MVs, Inpine was doing miscellaneous jobs and he’d travel a lot because of it. It was underground work, and one day, he decided to wash his hands off it and get into a proper occupation. However, he had nowhere to live (as his home was apparently provided by his office) and he was broke. That’s when Jin told him there was an empty slot close to his home, which nobody seemed to be using or intending to use, and asked what he thought of living there. It was obviously a terrible idea and Inpine totally bought it. He considered all sorts of ideas to living there, such as buying a capsule to live inside or setting up camp. He even thought about purchasing a bus and parking it there, and this one is a whole can of worms of its own.

So Inpine, being the automobile freak he is, found out that a bus was being put on auction at the time. It was a very cheap price for a bus, though they don’t mention the exact sum. Inpine seriously considered using the bus as a home and many of his friends were on board with the idea. Turns out that quite a few of his friend actually own buses. There was even one friend who told Inpine that he could have one of his buses for free. Jin has no idea how Inpine’s social circle works.

In the end, though, what he settled for purchasing was a pre-fabricated hut. He and Jin went to see the options together and were welcomed by a pretty lady who introduced them to huts that were used for storage and get-togethers. When she heard that they were planning to buy a hut literally to live inside it, the lady was dumbfounded. She had to ask him a few times if he was really gonna do that, lmao.

The best part was setting up the hut on the empty slot. It had to be hoisted up and put in place. Inpine recorded a video of it because it’s not every day that you can see your own house descending upon you. Jin said he looked like Darth Vader with his space ship landing in front of him.

Now, in any normal country, you’d think this kind of shit wouldn’t work. It sounds like a joke straight out of a bad comedy movie. Someone would see what was going on and either file a complaint or call the police. That or the actual owner of the empty slot would come and kick him out.

But no. No, my dudes. Inpine managed to live in that hut for more than a year.

At first, it was too cold, so they tried to stick heat insulation materials to the floor and walls. They also decided to paint the hut from the inside and picked blue because it’s the color of the sky, but to other people, it looked a lot like a cell, as the interiors of Japanese prisons are usually blue.

Now, in order for Inpine to live in that place, he struggled a lot getting the paperwork ready, as you all might be imagining. However, he managed to do it in the end. As for things such as using the toilet and bathing, he’d go to Jin’s house for that.

Pineapple Bucket: “Jin-san, you get letters and presents from fans, right? Which of them has stuck with you the most until now? I’d like to know the reason why. By all means, tell us.”

Inpine is as curious as the person who sent this message. Jin then tells him and the listeners about what happened after the April livestream, where he and Inpine whined about not having received any Valentine’s chocolates. His manager heard about this from the livestream and tweeted the situation, so Jin ended up getting one (1) chocolate from some kind soul out there. Tragedy avoided, as Jin and Inpine say. Or else, Jin “would have invaded some chocolate factory”.

A few jokes later, the two start talking about how nice it is to receive fan letters. Jin says they have no way of returning the favor except making more good content and both add how happy they are to receive such nice comments.

Back to the themed fanmail, it’s Inpine’s turn to read the message but Jin had forgotten to switch. He starts with, “Next is... me? It’s not me, is it?”, referring to himself as “watakushi” in the process. Inpine says it isn’t – it’s “watapine’s” turn. Jin goes along with the pun and says, “All right, so this ‘Watapine’ guy is gonna read this message”, passing him the baton.

Okaka: “This is a story that I heard from my grandmother. When she was little, she swallowed a 100 yen coin and it was still inside her.”

Jin immediately recalls that there was a similar story in one episode from the anime “Black Jack”. A character had to do a surgery but it was too expensive, so they had to look for a more affordable doctor, who ended up forgetting a whole freaking scalpel inside their stomach. The doctor spent years in regret, wondering if the former patient would one day get stabbed by the scalpel from the inside and die, but miraculously enough, they had to have their stomach open once again. In that process, the scalpel was removed, and turns out that it was covered in calcium, which prevented it from hurting the patient. Therefore, Jin concluded, the coin was probably covered in calcium inside that old lady’s body as well.

He and Inpine go on to wonder if that isn’t actually dangerous to her health, with Inpine concluding that if she managed to get to that age, then it was probably okay. They also consider the possibility that the coin might’ve left her body without her noticing it. At first, they joked about magic tricks related to coins, but then it evolved into toilet jokes and them talking about how painful that’d be.

And speaking of metals in bodies, Jin starts talking about news he saw of foreigners who implant diamonds and such into their skin. Inpine comments that there are people in Japan who implant chips into their bodies so that they can pay for things instantly just by getting close to a barcode reader, which, in my opinion, is far more terrifying. They then joke about how that granny would never be able to get on a plane, as the metal detector would beep even after she takes off every piece of clothing and accessory that has metal on it.

Darwin: “Jin-san, Inpine-san, good evening. I’m always looking forward to your radio streaming. Well, I’m going to jump straight to this time’s theme. Apparently, my grandmother sometimes has prophetic dreams. Whenever danger was about to approach her, such as when she got involved in a traffic accident and when she fell off a bridge, she would dream with it a few days prior. She would, for example, dream that she was falling from a very high place. My grandmother would tell everyone that this was thanks to our ancestors, who were protecting her, and that she had managed to live for so long without ever getting injured was because of them. To tell the truth, I myself have had kind of similar experiences before. It’s the kind of thing that sometimes has me feeling like I’m in a manga or something. I don’t know how my grandmother’s gift works very well, but I personally think it might be some kind of extraordinary deja-vu phenomenon. Have either of you ever had prophetic or deja-vu visions?”

Inpine says he’s experienced deja-vu before about three times. He’s had times when he felt like what happened to him was something he’d seen in a dream before. Meanwhile, Jin isn’t sure whether he could call this a prophetic episode or not, but there was once a day in his childhood where he seemed to sense the danger before it happened. One afternoon, he woke up from a nap that he’d been taking with his sister and went to the kitchen to drink some tea. He sat on the table next to where his mother was doing the dishes and drank a whole glass, and then, for whatever reason, he thought to himself that he had to get his sister a glass of tea too. He has no idea why he had this thought, as it wasn’t something he’d usually do, but immediately after he got up, the kitchen lamp fell down on the exact spot he’d been sitting. He doesn’t really remember this, but his mother told him about it. She believes he had some sort of premonition but he didn’t buy it. He’s sure that he just got lucky – after all, if he had any sixth sense, he could’ve made good use of it in the two times that he got hit by a car.

Yes, he’s been hit by a car. Twice.

Inpine jokes that people get hit by cars at least once in life and Jin tips in by saying that life begins when you get hit by a car for the first time. But back to the serious talk, Jin thinks the whole thing was a coincidence, but he does believe human beings have abilities that sometimes are beyond comprehension.

Congratulations for the One Year Anniversary of Children Record Re:boot (yeah, that’s OP’s nickname of choice): “Jin-san, Inpine-san, good evening. It’s always fun listening to the Jinpine Radio. I have a question for the two of you: there’s this famous Meiji snack called ‘Fufun~’. How do you pronounce that? My friend and I disagree as to what the correct intonation is, so I’d like to hear your opinions too.”

(T/N: When this person says “Meiji”, they mean the brand, not the era.)

Jin and Inpine count to three and say the name together. There’s a slight difference in pronunciation between the two. Jin thinks that the pronunciation of the snack in its TV commercial isn’t the same as the actual pronunciation, since the name is only sung and never spoken, but he’s heard a lot of people pronounce in the way he does. He and Inpine then agree that they don’t have the actual answer.

Ultra Hype Fever Tsushima Sora: “Jin-san, Inpine-san, good evening. It’s me, the one ridden with a super energetic fever, Tsushima Sora. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to make a video for you. I always have fun listening to your radio. Now, the nuances might be a bit different here, but I’d like to share a weird memory of my grandfather and grandmother. Well, this is about a time I went to stay at my grandpa and grandma at their house for the first time in a while, since they live far away. We had a few days of fun, but at a certain point, an incident happened. On one morning, I couldn’t find my favorite stuffed toy anywhere. When I finally found it, guess what! It had permanent marker scribbles all over it. The culprit was my grandpa. Apparently, grandpa wanted to bond with me in some way and that’s why he scribbled on it, but this kind of thinking in itself was already bizarre enough. When my grandma found me bawling my eyes out, she put a lint roller that she used for cleaning on top of his head and said, ‘Do a headstand and apologize!’ to him. I was like, ‘Eh? A headstand?’ as my tears receded for an instant. Grandpa properly apologized to me while doing a headstand with the roller on top of his head. I still vividly remember this comedy sketch-like moment. The two are still alive and living in the countryside. Jin-san and Inpine-san, do you have any strange memories with your own grandparents? Thank you for reading!”

Before reading this one, Jin and Inpine explain who Tsushima Sora is for the first-timers, and after reading the first sentence, they start laughing and asking themselves if Tsushima Sora was always this eager. Jin jokes that either they might actually not know who this person is, or someone threatened Tsushima into picking this nickname. They then get serious for a moment to thank Tsushima for their work on the MV of “Mermaid”.

As for the contents of the letter, the duo is completely confused as to how Tsushima’s grandfather might have been able to do a headstand with a lint roller on top of his head. According to them, one would only be able to do that by using an Akuma no Mi. They also comment on the last sentence of the latter and the way that Tsushima seemed to suddenly get kind of shy with their manner of speech, even though they were supposedly “ultra hyper”. They joke about it for a little bit, but apologize right away and then start joking about how they’d just ruined any chance of Tsushima coming to the radio as a guest or co-host.

At last, they decide to answer Tsushima’s question, starting with Inpine. Inpine’s strange story is that, one time, as he was sitting at the veranda with his grandmother, he called to her several times, yet she could not hear him even though they were sitting next to each other. His grandmother had terrible hearing, and just when he thought her situation might’ve been getting worse, he heard an animal noise. He wondered aloud what kind of animal that had been, to which his grandmother immediately got up, said that it was a fox and sat right back. He was, of course, astounded, not only at the fact that she had been able to identify the animal but also at the fact that she had even been able to hear it so well in the first place when she couldn’t hear her own grandson who was literally just next to her.

As for Jin, his story is low-key a horror one. In his hometown, there used to be a restaurant that his grandmother really liked. She was a regular customer until the shop closed. When it did, she’d stare at it from her window often, wondering if they’d open on that day. Jin once heard her saying this aloud and asked, “Didn’t that shop go under?”, to which his grandmother replied, “That can’t be. There’s always a guy in there”.

Jin and Inpine go from being scared at Jin’s grandmother seeing things that weren’t supposed to be there to joking at her eating habits. According to Jin, she’d only ever eat cup ramen and pizza, and whenever someone asked her what her favorite food was, she’d automatically say “pizza”. The two agree that it’s fine, though, since she’s had a very long life and would probably still be this world for a while. Jin says he might retire from the shock if she passes and that he’s truly grateful to her. Inpine comments on how much he loves his grandmother and Jin agrees. The two then ask the listeners to use this radio episode as a cue to contact their grandparents, be it by sending them mail or giving them a call.

The last message, believe it or not, is from Jin’s manager. Yes, the actual, real-life manager of Jin as a musician and author.

They greet the manager politely before reading and Inpine introduces himself.

“Jin-san, Inpine-san, good evening. Thank you for always taking care of me (T/N: this one is for Jin, specifically). This might be coming out of the blue, but when you start hiccupping, how do you stop it? The weird story that I have heard is about the grandmother of one of my friends. Apparently, whenever she starts hiccupping, she can stop by chanting the words ‘morning-glory’ (T/N: yes, the flower). I half-believed, half-not, so when I actually tried this out myself, it stopped completely. It was terrifying. I do not know whether that was a coincidence or placebo effect, and since it’s not something I can try a lot of times, I decided to ask someone else if this really works. You two, if you remember to do this, by all means, try it out. P.S.: I always have fun with your radio. I’ll visit sometime and bring some snacks.”

The people in the chat feature start chanting “morning-glory”, some even saying that they know about this trick and a few saying it never worked on them. As for the manager’s question, Jin rarely ever gets hiccups. He jokes that he hasn’t had hiccups for such a long time that they might just be dead by now. Meanwhile, Inpine says he likes having hiccups. This sick motherfucker seems to have full control over them and enjoys “doing as he pleases with his hiccups”, whatever the hell that means.

The two thank the manager for their work and Jin comments that, whenever he finishes a job, the manager cries and tells him that he was awesome. It’s an every-single-time kind of thing. Bless this person’s soul.

The topic deviates a little to dialects all over Japan and to them wondering where the slang “easy” (pronounced in English with a Japanese accent) came from. Apparently, it’s from Miyagi and traveled all the way to Hokkaido by word of mouth. Speaking of Miyagi, Jin adds that his samurai ancestors were from there, it seems.

Jin and Inpine thank the listeners for their messages. It wasn’t an easy theme and the fact one would have to have heard it from their grandparents made it even more difficult, since people hardly talk to their grandparents nowadays. However, so many people sent messages to them, and they are very grateful for it.

Neither of the two had any idea what the next stream’s theme would be. They wanted the next episode to be a guest episode (and they wanted the guest to be Tsushima Sora). Rather than picking a theme, they wanted suggestions from the listeners in order to make the contents richer.

They thank the listeners and say their goodbyes.

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