#death note scenario x y/n

[pillow-anime-talk]

Prompt 12. "But we are not married." "Then marry me." With long hair Nate River, I know it’s sfw but could it be more suggestive. Along with feminine pronouns, also congrats ! You deserve it

# tags: scenario; current (long distance) relationship; college!au; kira case; longing kiss; touching; being alone and sad; sfw/suggestive

includes: female reader ft. nate river {death note}

author’s note: thank you!! hope u like it ♡

12. “But we are not married.” “Then marry me.”

Last year was so hard for you; not just for your health, but also for your relationship with Nate, who handled Kira’s case and was alone after the death of his mentor and also friends.

The passing days and nights in the cozy apartment were only torment for you and the desire to return to your partner; however, you knew that at that moment you couldn’t go back to your beloved who was trying to find the best way to defeat Light and other enemies.

You did not communicate by phone, e-mail or even by letter. The last year was one deaf silence that resulted in sleepless nights and sad looks at joyful couples who held hands with a smile. Nevertheless, you did not give up, bravely finishing high school and going to college.

You watched television with noticeable interest and read many information on websites, because only there you could read a bit more about the famous scandal related to the heart attacks of prisoners and criminals, as well as the great fight of the two sides of the conflict. You knew why Nate left you for those twelve months, and you appreciated that he put you above himself; forbade you from contacting him, forbade you to search for his name and ask about him... And all this to protect you and your life, as well as your loved ones (family, friends, pets, co-workers, etc.). So you promised him that you would wait for eternity, and if anything happened to him, you knew you’d get a message from last living member of the ‘Special Provision for Kira’.

Fortunately, in all these weeks you have not received even the smallest confirmation that something bad happened to your lover. On the contrary – the long-awaited day finally arrived and one night you heard a loud knock on the door. For a moment, you suspected it was one of your friends from college, but seeing a very familiar, though much more masculine face, you almost fainted, instantly got so emotional; your cheeks got wet and your nose slightly red.

You could barely pronounce your boyfriend’s name as he stood in the doorway with a tiny smile and tired eyes. Two days ago he defeated Light, and today he was already in your apartment, which he bought especially for you. Even though he didn’t look like it, he was happy like never before.

“... Nate.” You whispered, touching his pale face shyly. You didn’t see any scars, bruises or other suspicious wounds. His face was as smooth as you remembered it, and you almost groaned at the sight of his smirk and warm eyes. “It’s you.” you added. “You are here, Nate.”

“I’m home.” He answered quite audibly, and you hugged him tightly, inhaling the familiar scent and enjoying the pleasant warmth of his whole body. Skinny arms wrapped around your waist.

The two of you stood in a motionless hug for a moment, but after a few minutes a fair-haired young man entered the flat, closing the oak door with a lightly too loud slam. Literally a second later, you felt a delicate (though long) kiss on your own lips, which tasted of children’s love, great longing, apologies, new promises, lots of joy, a handful of sadness, full of emotions.

“Let’s go somewhere. Somewhere far away to celebrate our reunion... I hear that Hawaii is the perfect country for a honeymoon and a multi-day getaway.” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours and you frowned a bit.

“...Honeymoon?” You repeated, wondering if you heard his calm words correctly. “But we are not married.”

“Then marry me.” He replied by kissing your soft lips again – slightly bitten and scarred from constant stress. Your legs almost automatically made their way to the sofa in the living room connected to the kitchen.

This year has been a tough one and you had to enjoy yourself again and make up for lost time.

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[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ death note reaction - little things they do for you

includes: established relationship, ooc light idc that he isn't romantic i love him :((

a/n: i've been rewatching death note so i'm thinking of taking reqs for l, light, and near. feel free to send any ideas !! (preferably light x male reader)

gn reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ l - sharing his sweets

(word count 224)

you rub the sleepiness out of your eyes as you stumble out of your hotel bedroom and into the main room. l sits in his usual position on one of the chairs; absentmindedly pulling his bottom lip between his fingers. he pauses slightly when he hears you approach as he continues looking through the various files sprawled across the desk.

“anything new?” you murmur, setting a small, strawberry pastry down beside him.

“nothing yet.” l replies. 

he reaches over to hold the plate up to his lips. he breaks off a small piece before handing it over to you. “thank you,” you softly smile at him. the treat tastes sweet in your mouth. you pick a piece of fresh strawberry from the top as you watch l continue to work. “it’s getting late.”

“i’ll come to bed soon. you don’t have to wait up for me.”

you shake your head. “i’ll stay.”

l startles slightly when your head falls against his shoulder. he stares at you with wide eyes as your eyes flutter closed; your body relaxed against his side. he stiffens beneath your touch as he contemplates what to do.

finally, he reaches over to gently shake you awake. “y/n,” he whispers. you blink up at him through tired eyes as he softly smiles at you. “we can go to bed now.”

⋆｡°✩ light - confiding in you

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a soft sigh leaves your lips as you let yourself collapse onto light’s perfectly-made bed. he watches you from the corner of his eye with a soft smile as he pulls his chair back to sit down at his desk. “tired?” he asks.

“it was a long day,” you hum. 

light walks over to sit beside you on his bed as a comfortable silence falls over the room as you move to sit beside him before light speaks again. 

“somebody approached me today. he claimed that he was l.” you remain silent as his hands ball into fists; his eyebrows furrow in annoyance. “he’s screwed me. if he really is l, i can’t risk writing his name down. but if he isn’t, why would they still be investigating me?”

“light,” you whisper. you reach out to grab his hand, taking it into your own. he remains silent as you intertwine your fingers together in an attempt to soothe him. “think about it. they’re getting more desperate. why would l risk revealing himself to you if they have any reason to suspect you?”

you gently rub your thumb against light’s skin in an attempt to calm him. you watch as his shoulders slowly begin to relax before he nods. “you’re right,” he smiles. he leans in to pull you into a quick peck. “i’m glad i have you.”

⋆｡°✩ near - playing with his hair

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“near?” you whisper as you cautiously approach the boy. he barely reacts as you walk over to sit on the ground beside him; his hand continues absentmindedly stacking and restacking blocks. he twists a stray strand of hair between his fingers. 

“it’s late.” you say. your voice cuts through the previous silence. despite his seeming apathy, you can tell he’s listening by the way his hands momentarily pause their building. “will you come to bed with me?”

near remains silent for a few minutes in response. you carefully reach over to rest a gentle hand against his back before you slowly begin to rub small circles against his skin. 

his deliberation comes to an end when he restacks the blocks. “okay.” you smile softly as he intertwines your fingers together, following after you as you stand up and lead him to a small, designated bedroom. 

near slips underneath the covers first before you join him. he curls his body up beside you, leaning his head against your chest. the soft locks of his hair tickle against your bare skin as he comfortably nuzzles himself into your warmth. 

you bring a hand up to carefully begin to card your fingers through near’s hair; twisting the strands between your fingers much like he does. “i like it when you do that,” he whispers into the darkness. 

you smile, leaning down to press a kiss against his forehead. “get some rest, near.”

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[ashthemadwriter-archived]

"Sit on my face"

Fandom: Death Note

Pairing: Mello X Fem!Reader

Request: "Hi h!i:D May I request for the event, Mello pleasuring reader to help them forget about their extremely exhausting day with prompt 14 “Sit on my face” " ◜By lovely anon!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Fic

Warnings: Explicit smut, Dom!Mello, Sub!Reader, Praising, Face sitting, Dirty talk, Cunnilingus, MDNI

Word Count: 1.6K

A/n: Face sitting with Mello? Eye eye captain!

There was nothing more relaxing than getting a massage from your boyfriend after coming home, having an extremely exhausting day at work. Your mind was going numb with the way his hands were gently roaming around your body, massaging the fatigue away; and he was definitely aware of that.

"Feels good baby girl?" He said quietly, fingers reaching for your puffy cheeks to squish them from behind. All you could see was the pillow under your face, but from his calmness you knew that a soft smile was flaunting on his face.

"Mhm honey, feels amazing. Honestly, how can your hands be so professional at this? They always focus on the right spot"

"Especially when I'm fingering you~"

His remark made you chuckle and look back at him from your shoulder, to meet a gorgeous, proud smirk, sitting so perfectly on his face.

"Of course, especially when you're doing that"

You were waiting for him to say another dirty thing so that maybe he could earn a tiny bit of blush from your face, but a tiny bit turned into a dozen when his hand slowly went down on your entrance, leaving your hips untouched. Your breath got hitched in your throat as his fingers started teasing your entrance, coming up and down on your slit to make you shiver slightly and close your thighs around his hand. That didn't stop him from going further though; now it was his fingertips poking your hole, remaining close to your clit but not making sensible contact with it to make you go wild.

"Mello..." Your shaky voice and the hints of frustration hidden in it made him raise his head to look at your figure from behind, admiring how your hair was scattered freely on your back.

"What? You're not in the mood?"

"No, it's just that... I don't think I can move around so much... I'm worn out from all the hard work I did earlier..."

He nearly frowned when he thought that he needed to let this chance slip from his hands; but suddenly, an idea popped into his mind that made him beam hugely, thinking about the compelling outcome.

"What if you don't have to move around at all?"

His interesting comment made you sit up and look at him curiously. He didn't seem to be messing with you, even though his playful grin hadn't left his face.

"What do you mean? How are we supposed to have sex when I'm not doing anything?"

"Well there's no need for you to do anything! You just have to remain still, that's all"

Your widened eyes showed that you were kinda getting it, but he couldn't miss the opportunity to witness your stunned expression when you hear about his tempting offer from his own mouth.

"Are you... Are you trying to say that..."

"Sit on my face. That's what I'm trying to say"

Your heart slammed itself hard to your thorax.

"I'm not sure about this. We've never done this before"

"Which is exactly why we should give it a try"

Mello's abs looked even hotter when he was lying down on the bed. And you? Looking insecure, unsure, and nervous, sitting beside him; you weren't really matching each other at that moment.

When he saw that you were still caught up in your thoughts, he sighed and took your hand to pull you near him gently. You didn't resist him, but you still weren't certain if this was a good idea. It was literally written all over your face, with how you were sulking and looking at your boyfriend's gorgeous face, imagining how it was going to get crushed by your thighs.

"C'mon girly, what are you waiting for? It's going to be amazing"

Yeah, you didn't have any doubts on that one. Of course it was going to be amazing. It was Mello and his damn tongue, for fuck's sake.

"I don't know babe... What if..."

"What if what?"

What if you look ugly sitting on his face like that? What if you suffocate him with your weight? What if...

Mello knew what was going through your mind. It wasn't his first day of meeting you.

He shook his head with a small smile before pressing your hand reassuringly, his other hand reaching for your left cheek. His voice was as firm as ever, not even a tiny bit of doubt floating in it.

"You'll be fine, gorgeous. I wouldn't have suggested this if I didn't know whether it was going to work out. Just trust me on this one, ok?"

Well, there couldn't be any arguments left on your mind when he puts it that way.

Slowly, you let out a deep breath before raising you foot to place it next to his head. You were remaining on top of his face, still not attempting to sink down fully. He rolled his eyes at your uncertainness and grabbed your hips, pulling you down with force. Your clit suddenly slammed against his lips.

"Oh!"

Look at you! He hadn't even started yet and you were already moaning.

Trying to cover your excited smile with your hand was useless. Mello had already seen it.

"So now you're giggling? You were acting a bit different earlier"

"Oh shut up! Let's just get this over with"

"So bold talking to me like that. Let's see how long you can keep up with this attitude"

He spent a few seconds staring at your face, his heart warming up by how you looked so entrancing from his point of view. If only you could see yourself through his eyes...

Just when you wanted to ask him what was taking him so long, his lips met with your cunt. A low pitched moan left your mouth as his tongue started playing with your clit. It was unbelievable how skilled he was at eating you out, how his damn tongue made you lost your mind and try to grind against it harder. But this time... It felt better, closer, deeper. His tongue was warm, and so was your pussy. The only difference was that there weren't any tasty liquid coming out of his mouth.

It was like his mouth had mistaken your folds for your lips. He was going deeper and deeper, closing his eyes to enjoy the taste of your arousal. He had to grip your hips in order to make you stay above him, though it wasn't easy since you were squirming around so much. But tonight was all about you, so he could put up with that, just for now.

"O-oh! A- Oh my god!"

"Right?~ Told you it was gonna be fun"

Your entrance was aching a bit, but the pleasure was too much to give up on. You could only grip the mattress under his head to keep yourself from falling, and of course binging your core nearer to him as it wasn't literally on his face already. Was he protesting? Heck no, not when he could enjoy the view of your back arching so prettily above him.

His tongue was moving around everywhere, your walls, the surface, your hole, anywhere but your damn clit. No matter how much you pressed yourself against his face, he wasn't gonna give up on the teasing.

You totally forgot about how you were worried to suffocate him.

"Mello! Stop teasi- Ah!"

He finally did it. The second you started talking, he sucked on your clit so hard that you nearly saw stars. A loud moan, almost close to a scream escaped your mouth, but it didn't stop there; as his mouth didn't let go of your clit.

Now your sensitive flesh was fully in his mouth, his tongue moving up and down on it. The tip of his tongue pocked your hole then came up again to the apex. His talent in French kissing was a blessing and a problem at the same time, making you moan so hard you were sure that complains were coming at your door tomorrow morning.

"Shit shit shit! Right there! Please! Oh shit!"

"Mhm!"

One of his hands left your hips and came down to your pussy, rubbing on your way in and pushing inside. You couldn't see clearly anymore, all you could feel was the heat coming from your core filling you up, and his mouth fueling your body, dragging you closer to your release.

But apparently, it wasn't enough; since you started grinding on his tongue wildly, letting out lewd sounds. Weren't you tired of moving? That didn't really cross your mind at that time.

Thankfully Mello played along, keeping his tongue out for you to crush yourself on it. You tasted too good, so he was willing to let you smother him with your cunt if it meant he could have more of your arousal.

"Fuck! Oh my fucking go- Ah! Mello! I'm- I'm-"

And it happened. You started shivering harder than usual, screaming as your hot cum filled up his mouth. He placed his tongue on your entrance, unwilling to lose even one drop of your arousal. Your hole twitching above his muscle felt really nice.

Your scream was finally over, but your panting for breath wasn't. You took a deep breath before looking down at your boyfriend, finally seeing how red his face had became.

Poor guy. You knew he was going to have a hard time down there.

But you didn't feel that guilty, since he didn't seem to be upset.

Mello smiled when he spotted your eyes on him, stretching his arms out to run his fingers though his hair.

"Well, thanks for the meal"

Yeah, thanks for not refusing to eat your meal.

Reblogs are wildly appreciated! :>

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[amaya-writes]

hi!

if you have time do you think you can make a L from death note scenario where you teach him how to kiss? that’ll be great! thanks :))

Notes: okay first off this request was so cute! And I wanted to write it earlier but y'know life lol but yeah I was super excited for this one

Warnings: n/a, just pure fluff

Characters involved: L

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

The office was consumed with a peaceful silence as you lounged on the sofa, watching as L shuffled his gaze across the sheets of paper and monitors before him, occasionally letting out a small contemplative hum or clinking his spoon against the ceramic plate his cake sat on.

The two of you had been like that for quite some time, with L working away while you did as you pleased, waiting for him to finish.

This certainly wasn't the first time you had spent your afternoon like this, however, something about this time seemed different. Almost off even.

Like L was different.

The thought had you glancing up in your partner's direction, coincidentally catching him just as he turned to look at you.

"Something's bothering you."

It was more of a statement than a question, but L still chose to respond as he completely spun his chair to face you.

"I wouldn't say bothering, no. But I have found myself contemplating something for the past couple of days."

"And what would that be?"

L's personality seemed to do a complete 360 at your question, with his usual self-assured demeanour being replaced with a more hesitant one that wasn't quite like him.

Almost as if he was contemplating whether or not to reply truthfully.

However, he seemed to finally give in to his curiosity and eventually voiced his concerns.

"As a couple, I have come to understand that there are some things people in relationships normally do, such as kissing."

"And?"

"And I can't help but wonder why we haven't done it yet."

You didn't know why you felt so surprised at his bluntness, after all, you had gotten used to L's tendency to speak his mind with no filter over the past month or so.

Yet somehow you found yourself feeling slightly flustered even as you replied.

"Come here."

He lingered beside his desk for a moment or two before rolling his chair towards the sofa, only coming to a stop once he was directly in front of you.

However, you were quick to tug him closer to you, causing his legs to drop to the ground so that he could lean down to your level.

"If you wanted to kiss that badly, you could have just asked."

L seemed to get a little flustered at your comment, with a light blush dusting his cheeks as he noticed the way you shifted so you could easily lean into him.

"Think of it as more...research based. I would like to learn how to kiss rather than just kiss."

"Oh yeah? Well-"

You couldn't help the smile that formed across your lips as you leaned in to have your foreheads touch, noticing how L turned impossibly redder at your proximity.

"-I'm happy to help you out."

You finally sealed your lips with his as you spoke, softly tugging on his bottom lip as you guided L through the kiss.

Your hand almost automatically moved to tangle in his hair as you tugged him closer to you, with the action prompting L to rest his hand right below your jawline as he slowly began experimenting with the kiss.

He seemed to get the hang of it after the first few pecks, choosing to break away for a quick second before leaning back in for another kiss, this time with him taking the lead.

His kisses tasted of the strawberry cake he had been munching on, with the sweet flavour only adding to the soft way he caressed his lips against yours.

L was quite the natural when it came to kissing, something you shouldn't have been surprised by considering your partner was a certified genius and a quick learner.

However, as his kisses got bolder and his other hand dropped to your waist, you found that it was you who had to pull away before you got too flustered.

"So, did that suffice your research?"

L let out a contemplative hum at your question, moving his chair back and forth for a moment or two before he finally stopped and returned to his previous position, this time leaning a lot closer than before.

"Hmm, I think I need a little more to go off of. For research purposes, of course."

He might have had his signature detective face on as he spoke, but you couldn't help but feel like L had some ulterior motives, however, you were more than happy to oblige.

After all, it wasn't every day you got to teach the world's best detective how to kiss.

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[s0ulsniper]

Requests !!

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For all of my fanfictions all of these I state can be requested.

- one piece (live action characters until I finish the anime)

- spiderverse (literally anyone)

- deathgasm

- metal lords

- Scream (any except for 5&6, will add when I've watched them Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò)

- The umbrella academy (+cast)

- Marvel (most characters to an extent.)

-Wednesday (+cast, characters mostly only the students.)

-TMNT (please tell me which version)

-Avatar the last Airbender

-Albert aretz (Flamingo)

-Criminal minds (maybe cast also, depends on who.)

-Haikyuu (almost everyone.)

-Guns n roses, Metallica, Megadeth.

-Your boyfriend / girlfriend / crush.

-Death note (almost everyone)

-Moon knight (+Oscar Issac if just saying marvel wasn't enough to so specify) 

-Arcane (almost everyone)

-Hunter x hunter

-Cobra Kai (modern and old.)

-Gotham

Please tell me if there are people you would like but you don't see on the list ! I'm sure I was stupid and forgot a couple, but I'll try to get everyone.

If you would like me to add any more prompts, please comment.

‼️ You do not need to use the prompts to request! But please at least give a brief description of what you want. ‼️

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PROMPTS:

1.) "I will never stop protecting you"

2.) "It's so hard to sit here close to you and not kiss you."

3.) "I can braid your hair for you- I mean only if you want to."

4.) "Dance with me, please?"

5.) "How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

6.) "You are worth waiting for. So when you're ready, I'll be here."

7.)"I promised I'd love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep."

8.)"If there was anybody meant for me, it's you."

9.) "Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

10.) "Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that were dating?"

11.) "You got me breakfast?" "Well you said you always forgot to eat before work so I thought I'd make sure you ate something."

12.) "No no– it's alright, come here."

13.) "What? Does that feel good?"

14.) "Nope, I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed."

15.) "Your hair is so soft…"

16.) "C'mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done working."

17.) "It's too cold ! Come back !"

18.) "I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention."

19.) "Shh, you're safe. I won't ever let you go."

20.) "Just pretend to be my date."

21.) "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

22.) "It's not a double date, we're just third and fourth-wheeling."

23.) "Close the door."

24.) "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

25.) "Watch me."

26.) "We could get arrested for this."

27.) "Why are you helping me?"

28.) "I thought you were dead."

29.) "If I could, I would kiss away all your scars."

30.)"Mmm. You're warm."

31.) "I think I might be falling in love with you."

32.) "You're so cute when you're half asleep like this."

33.) "Shh… it was just a bad dream. None of it was real, I'm here with you."

34.) "No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for today."

35.) "It's not bad to cry, in fact I think that makes the person stronger."

36.) "Touch them, and you're dead."

37.) "Put the knife down, I'm not going to hurt you."

38.)"We're not alone."

39.) "Keep your eyes closed and don't make a sound."

40.) "How many times have I told you already? Sit still !"

41.) "Is that my shirt?"

42.) "Is that a drawing of me?"

43.) "Quick, kiss me!"

44.) "They're not you."

45.) "You look better in my clothes than I do."

46.) "You sure you wanna do this?"

47.) "We can take things slow."

48.) "I'm gonna remember this for a while."

49.) "You're doing so good."

50.) "Do you wanna make out?"

51.) "Teach me how to do it."

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[formenis]

hi!! i was wondering if i could get an L x gn!reader where L is working so much and hasn't been paying attention to s/o much and so one day, s/o is really tired from staying up all night because they were thinking about him and so they get upset (almost like a little kid lol) and start crying and they go to his office and sit in his lap while crying into him? this is so specific i'm sorry but i feel like L would adore his s/o behaving like a little child sometimes. thank you! have a good day <3

Hello there, Anon-san. I'm terribly sorry for the delay, I'm super busy right now. 😥

However, I always manage to find time to write. I hope you like it. Have a wonderful day you too 🧡

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TITLE: REASONING ABILITIES

pairing: L x gn!reader

TW: none

When the Kira case started, on 2003, the famous detective L and an -apparently- simple and “undistinguished” detective from a local police department were already a couple.

Nobody knew how they met, how they ended up together, how they kept their relationship strong. Watari was the only one aware of those details. So, in case he would die, L and Y/N’s secrets will die with him. For some people that could be unfair or sad but L -and Watari too- knew it was better that way.

To have a relationship with L could be very stressful sometimes. He was a talented and well-known detective, a truly genius of his job (but barely a hobby for him). Y/N knew the risks about that job: he was loved from many but, at the same time, hated by others. And Y/N was afraid of those “others”. However, Watari was doing an amazing job protecting his boy.

When not working, L spent all his free time with Y/N. Reading, writing poems for each other, discussing about old cases or -more in general- having deeper conversations. Going out with him was out of question most of the time and L always apologized about it.

«I offer my most sincere apologizes, Y/N» he said marking his British accent and intertwining his fingers with theirs. Despite the pale colour, his skin was warm and soft.

Y/N sadly smiled. «Don’t worry, Lawly. I understand» they replied squeezing gently his hand. After observing their face for a minute, his lineaments relaxed and smiled back.

Those were the things that made L fell for Y/N: their patience and understanding. Being the partner of the greatest detective in the world wasn’t easy and -sometimes- L himself wasn’t easy to put up with. So, he was immensely grateful to have Y/N by his side.

The Kira case just began. Watari found a nice hotel room at Tokyo. It was the third time Watari made L and Y/N change hotel for safety reasons. They didn’t mind it that much but it was being a while since they spent some time with L. Or even…saw him.

«But Watari-»

The old caretaker raised a hand to hush them. «Please Y/N, try to understand. This case is really important for him and he is eager to solve it»

«But I-» Y/N stopped mid-sentence, they sensed tears wetting their E/C eyes. «I miss him»

«I’m sure he misses you too, Y/N»

As a result, Y/N tried to distract themselves by visiting the city or going to shopping (they even found a new favourite dish, F/D). Y/N tried their best to fill the day with different activities.

However, nothing…nothing could replace L’s presence. Every chair, every bed, every couch would be emptier without him. They missed his touch, his voice, the sweet smell of his shirts, the softness of his black hair…his eyes on them. Everything.

They even started to wait for him in bed. Y/N thought that if they couldn’t see him at work…at least when he had to sleep. However, that moment never came.

On the other hand, there was L. This new serial killer, as known as “Kira”, caught his attention since the very beginning. He was a real danger for humanity and L had to do justice as soon as possible. If Kira found out Y/N’s identity…that will be the death of him. He couldn’t bear a world without Y/N…he didn’t want to come back at the life before them.

So, he started to focus more and more on the Kira case, analysing victim after victim, tape after tape. He barely left the armchair Watari brought him. L missed Y/N so much…the loneliness was heavier since he met them. But he also realized that he had to bring Kira to justice. L hoped Y/N would understand…one more time.

.

.

.

It was late night. A late and rainy night to be more precise. Y/N was observing it from the window of their room. Once again, the other half of their queen-sized bed was empty.

Y/N’s thought started to wander around old memories. Of all the time they spent together with L, the time at the Wammy’s House…even when they helped him in some particular investigation.

However, as time passed, Y/N started to cry. At first, it was a sad cry but then, after few minutes, they started to toss and turn in the bedsheets...upset and frustrated. In a short time, the bed was completely undone. They looked like a fussy child but they couldn’t care less.

After throwing a poor pillow on the floor, Y/N took a decision: if L wasn’t going to see them, they will do it. Still in their F/C PJs, Y/N stomped from their room to L’s one (that used as “office”). They didn’t care if other guests saw them with those clothes…Y/N was determined to achieve their goal.

With the passepartout that Watari gave them, Y/N entered L’s suite. Due to the tears that wet their eyes, Y/N couldn’t see a sleepy task-force in the room too. But even though they could see them, L’s partner didn’t care.

When they entered the luxurious suite, L didn’t flinch. He was so focused on the tapes in front of him that he didn’t hear them spread the door. Only Watari turned towards them.

Still with wet eyes, Y/N walked towards L, with legs pressed against his chest and an ice-cream in one hand, and put down his legs in order to sit on his lap. As they did so, L snapped back in the real world.

The greatest detective in the world felt a weight on his legs and something wet his white shirt. He looked down and noticed Y/N’s figure crying desperately on him.

«Y/A…»

Their sobs started to become louder and louder, all the stress and loneliness gathered during those weeks was pouring out in that moment.

L passed his unfinished ice cream to Watari and hugged Y/N as tenderly as he could and yet tightly. He hid the face in the sockets of Y/N’s neck, smelling the wonderful scent of their skin; feeling their breathe against his chest and, despite they were crying, Y/N’s voice too was…so relieving for him. L was reunited with his Y/N…finally.

«I apologise, Y/A…my sweet and little Y/A» the black-haired detective started to caress their hair trying to comfort them. L secretly loved when his partner acted like a small child…a smiled adorned his pale face.

As minutes passed, Y/N felt calm again; sure, the nose was stuffy now but who cared. «I missed you» Y/N said rubbing away the remaining tears.

«I missed you too»

In that position, sitting with his legs down, he didn’t mind if his reasoning abilities dropped 40%.

#death note #death note scenario #death note headcanons #death note manga #l lawliet #death note request #l x y/n #l x reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader

[beann-e]

Ugh I don’t have any ideas of what to write someone give me some drop something or put it in my asks juicy I’ll write anything atp

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[intoxicated-chan]

Okay, so this is more on the soft angst side, but would you be willing to write a Miguel x F!Reader (or gender neutral if you’d prefer that) where Miguel visits Reader’s universe to check in on them since they haven’t visited the Spider Society headquarters for some time now, and he shows up at her apartment right as she’s in the middle of fixing up her wounds after a massive fight. And so he helps patch up her wounds, and after some intense eye contact between the two of them, they kiss (it should be noted that they’ve been pining over each other awhile now, but neither of them have said anything to the other).

And if it isn’t too much, I have these dialogue prompts you can add as well if you need anymore inspiration (you totally don’t have to use them, I just thought they’d fit perfectly with this scenario).

“Are you alright? Where are you hurt?”

“You don’t have to come over here and take care of me you know. I can clean up my own messes.”

“Can I stay? I'll take the couch.”

If this feels like too much, don’t hesitate to decline this ask! I’m just really excited 😅

I Need You to Stay

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ Miguel hasn’t heard from you in weeks, he wonders what’s keeping you so busy.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “Stay” by Ari Abdul. Thank you for the request Anon! I hope you enjoy it and are taking care of yourself. Have a wonderful day/night!

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 887

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Female reader, mention of violence, mentions of death, light angst, fluffy, blood, open wounds, light swearing…

Four weeks. It has been four weeks since Miguel last saw you. Normally, he wouldn’t be so worried, but it’s been four days. Usually, if you couldn’t make it, you’d talk to him through a screen but that hasn’t happened in the four weeks. Not a call, not a text, not even a simple message. Heck, even Lyla hasn’t heard anything from you.

Miguel sighs, “I can believe I’m saying this right now…” He looks at Peter B. “I’m putting you in charge until I get back.”

“Where are you going?” Peter B. asks.

“I haven’t heard anything from (Y/n) and Lyla can’t reach her. I’ll be back soon.”

Gwen pops up from behind Peter B.,“Can I join you?” She asks, pulling her hood up as she walks closer to Miguel, “I want to see the person who has Miguel O’Hara crushing on.”

“Excuse me?” Miguel cocks an eyebrow.

“You heard me!”

“No.” Walking away from Gwen.

“Why not?” And Gwen quickly follows.

“Because she could be in danger.” Miguel begins adjusting his gizmo to the correct universe.

“You saw me in action, I could help.” Gwen retorts.

“And I said…” A portal opens up, “No.” Then he disappeared and Gwen scoffed.

“I told you he wouldn’t listen.” Peter B. laughs with Mayday in his arms and Miles right beside him, laughing along.

Miguel lands on the rooftop of your apartment with a grunt. He takes a moment to look around and see if anything has changed, and something did. It was midnight in your universe and the lights to your apartment were still on.

He jumps down and easily clings onto the wall next to your window. With his other hand, he slowly slides your window open and slips in, closing it behind him.

“I know you’re here Miguel!” You call out from the other room, “Heard you since you landed on the roof.”

He chuckles as he walks towards the sound of your voice, “I shouldn’t be so surprised, your abilities have always impressed-” His eyes widen as he looks at you.

You sat at the table, bloody bandages on the table, cotton balls and fresh bandages. But the blood still dripping from the open wounds on your arm made his stomach churn, not in a good way.

He swallows thickly as he comes closer, taking your injured arm in his hand, “Who did this to you?” He growls.

“I took care of it.” You tell him, but it doesn’t stop him from worrying, “Nothing left but cuts and bruises… That will heal.” You try to sooth his worry.

“Are you alright? Where are you hurt?”

“You’re holding the only thing that’s hurting right now.”

Miguel uses his webbing to pull up another chair to sit. He grabs the disinfectant and pours some of his on a cotton ball, you hiss at the contact as he cleans up the blood.

“You don’t have to come over here and take care of me, you know. I can clean up my own messes.” You speak through gritted teeth as it still burns.

“...How strong were they?” He speaks through the awkwardness.

“It wasn’t because they were strong.” You admit, “I got carried away, distracted.”

“By what?”

“The bastard was wearing colors similar to yours. I thought it was you for a split second, and in the second, I was open for an attack and they took it… I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Grabbing the bandages and wrapping up your arm.

“Don’t you remember the first time you brought me on a mission with you. I got distracted.”

“Of course I remember, what kind of idiot throws themself in front of someone.” He looks over the bandages, making sure they’re on correctly and not too tight.

“I thought you were going to die that day, I thought if I could at least save Spider-Man, then for once I did something good in my life.” Your head hangs in shame.

“We cannot save everyone, no matter how hard we try.” Miguel huffs, “At least…” He cups your face, slowly lifting your head to look at him, “I got to save you.”

“Migu-”

“Can I stay?” He asks, “I’ll take the couch.”

“I’m fine, I don’t need someone looking after me.” You pick up the bloody cotton balls and bandages.

“You’re shaking.”

“My arm still hurts and the adrenaline is still pumping.” You lie.

“Please don’t lie to me, (Y/n). You know how much I hate liars.” He comes closer, “Tell me what’s got you so distracted.”

“Everything about you. From your stupid, lovely hair to you entirely.Which is why I stayed away, I didn’t want to be so distracted that I’d cause the team to fall apart.” He cups your face once more and closes the space between you two. His lips falling onto yours.

It made Miguel’s heart beat faster and faster, and for some reason, the pit in his stomach grew even more. But it disappeared when he felt your arms come around his neck, standing on your toes.

He pulls away, “Distracted now?”

“Very.” You mumble.

“Are you letting me stay the night or will we have to go to my place?”

“Are you sure you want to leave Peter in charge for any longer?”

Oh, shit. He forgot about him.

© 2023 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission.

#x reader #x female reader #fluff #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #spiderman #spider man 2099 #spider man x y/n #spiderman x you #spider man x reader #spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman x y/n #spider man #spider verse

[lowtaperfeyd]

Hi 🥰 can i request scenario where reader is paul’s sister and feyd’s wife who is all about honor and one day after feyd’s fight she tells him that he’s not all that because he doesn’t fight fare and is coward 😏

Rats Vs. Mice

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!reader

author's note: Feyd is so fine. That's all.

warnings: death, blood, house harkonnen, knives.

wc: 940

(Y/N) Atreides’ father, the Duke Leto Atreides, had a saying, “Respect for truth is the basis for all morality. Something cannot emerge from nothing.” This has always been something both him and his daughter lived by. Because there is no honor in a man who isn’t truthful. Most of the time she didn’t think of this saying often, since she had been surrounded by truthful men. But when she married Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen she realized just how much the Harkonnens lie. She realized the truth did also die with her father. 

“Does he always fight this way?’ She interrogated her uncle-in-law as they were watching Feyd fight in the black and white light of the Harkonnen homeworld’s sun. 

“Yes of course he does!” He quickly responded, feeling a little offended because of the criticism of his heir from his own wife, “What other way is he supposed to?!”  

“I didn't mean to offend, my Baron,” she replied, realizing it was a bad idea to bad mouth Feyd in front of his uncle, “I’m sorry.”  

“Silly girl,” the only thing that came out of the baron’s mouth after that was, “That boy killed his own mother.” (Y/N) continued to watch Feyd fight. 

The way his arm moved through the air in a teasing motion. Like a cat drawing out the death of a mouse. It was complete cowardice disguised by an overconfident nature from many fights against drugged opponents. Drugged opponents who may just stand a chance against Feyd-Rautha. Of course, she did not think he was a bad fighter, just that he was a big baby. 

The fight, of course, ended with all of Feyd’s opponents on the ground lying still and Feyd’s knife rising to the air to show the blood of his kills. Pathetic from a man who won’t even fight a sober man, (Y/N) thought.

As Feyd went back through the tunnel he came out of, (Y/N) turned toward the baron and asked him,

“Would Feyd ever fight against a man who wasn’t drugged?” 

“Why do you ask this?” The baron asked suspiciously. 

“I mean, isn't his birthday coming up? A good present for him would be fighting someone of equal machinery in a sense. You also need to test whether or not he would be good for Arrakis. I know you aren’t happy with Rabban.” 

The baron just mumbled incoherently. 

“Anyway, I must leave,” She said as she got up, “I have to see my husband.” 

(Y/N) began walking through the tall halls of the fortress. Passing grotesque portraits and seeing the black and white fireworks coming from outside of the castle. The fireworks in celebration of Feyd’s victory. Even though it was dark inside the castle the fireworks did light it just enough to where you did not need a glow globe to transverse through the corridors. The air got more frigid as she continued to walk deeper and deeper to her husband’s room. Like walking into the belly of the beast. She got to her husband’s bedroom door and saw two guards outside of it. 

“You can leave” (Y/N) said to the guards. 

The guards just looked at her and nodded. Afraid of what she would or her husband would do if they didn’t listen. 

(Y/N) opened the huge door to see her husband sitting hunched over on his bed. His feet firmly planted on the ground. His knife, still bloody, in his hands. 

“I watched you fight today.” She said cooly to him. 

“I know,” He said equally, “I saw you from the ground” 

“Well congratulations-” She tried to get out before being interrupted by Feyd, 

“What were you talking about with my uncle?” He bit out in a mix of anger and annoyance.

“I don’t know what youre talking about.” (Y/N) deflected. 

“Don’t play coy!” He shouted and moved to stand menacingly in front of his wife, “I saw you two talking and then looking back at me. What was it!”   

“You would be right, Feyd,” She responded, standing her ground, “We were talking about you.” 

(Y/N) declared, “How much of a coward you are,” After saying this she could see the anger lighting up in the cold, black eyes of Feyd-Rautha, “How his youngest nephew only fought people who weren’t able to beat him. And how pathetic it is.” She spat at him.  

“And would you know something, he actually agreed with me.” (Y/N) lied through her teeth, hoping that Feyd would not go and ask his uncle about it later, 

“He agreed that it would be more entertaining if you actually fought people who stab you as easily as you stab them. Have a form of equal bloodshed.” 

Even though his wife was still berating him, Feyd continued to look at his wife, the woman who was not afraid to question him or go against when it came down to speaking, and thought about how pretty she would be with her head on a spike. Red lipstick smeared on her lips and hair all messed up from the blade going across her throat. 

“And do you want to know the worst thing about you Feyd,” (Y/N) continued to push his buttons, “any honor you have earned is false. The only animal one could compare you to is a lazy, house cat; who can only find entertainment in tiny mice, and can’t defeat the rats which actually pose a threat.” 

“You lost all your honor the day you killed your mother.”

"What makes you think you know anything about honor? " Feyd retorted, "Your family is dead and mine is thriving."

#house harkonnen #feyd rautha #feyd rautha x reader #dune pt 2 #dune #feyd rautha harkonnen

[ctrlsht]

Fragment of the Past 02

pairing: patient!jungkook x psychiatrist!reader genre: thriller & yandere au

summary: You are a well-known and respected psychiatrist and author. You start treating Jungkook, who suffers from PTSD after surviving an extremely traumatic incident. As you help him confront his traumatic past, he begins to act strangely, and you start uncovering something about him that will change everything.

chapter summary: after finding out that Jungkook is responsible for his own mother’s death, you decided to terminate him as your patient but Jungkook didn’t agree with that idea and pulled his cards against you.

chapter warnings: fraternity, hazing, blackmailing, ASPD, unstable mental health of mc, disturbing thoughts of JK word count: 8.8K

parts: (1) | (2)

note: this fiction will contain multiple mental disorders and psychology facts. I conducted my own research to avoid spreading misinformation, but there may be aspects I've overlooked, so I am open for any corrections.

As the words tumbled from his lips, confessing the heinous act, his expression transformed into something disturbingly demonic. In that moment, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was no longer the person you knew, or perhaps that was just the chilling façade he was revealing.

“You’re the one who did it.” It wasn’t a question.

“Is that what you believe, Dr. Y/N?” He tilted his head trying to prevent himself from grinning.

“You do know that it’s a grave offense, right?” 

“Is it?” He smirked before he poke the inside of his cheek with his tongue. 

Jungkook is messing around like he just didn’t confess his crime, like it was just a big joke for him.

“Are you aware of the consequences of your actions?”

He didn’t respond and just continued staring at you while he smiled devilishly. You weren’t prepared in this scenario because in your years of your career, you haven’t encountered a situation like this. Guess it will be added to your experience.

After a few moments, he looked at his wrist watch and returned his gaze at you.

“Oh no, we have already exceeded our normal session hours, Doc. We can just continue this for our next meeting, or do you consider my offer to you?” 

“Jungkook, this is a serious matter. We have to talk about it.” You spoke with hardness in your tone. 

“You still have your next patient, doc. Huh Yunjin, right? Diagnosed with persistent depressive disorder. It’s unfortunate that even though she has everything, she still suffers from depression. But I think it's all because of his useless and abusive boyfriend who keeps messing with her mental health. What a shame. Her work may be perfect but for her boyfriend, it was trash.” you were taken aback with his statement. He shook his head as he clicked his tongue.

“How did you know that?” You outburst as you stand up. He also stood up and walked towards the door. “Jungkook, I’m not done talking to you.” At this point, you were still containing yourself from being angry but you just can’t help yourself. 

“I’ll just see you next week, Dr. Y/N.” It’s his last statement before he twists the doorknob and steps out of your office leaving you dumbfounded.

You didn’t expect the outcome of this session and most especially, you don’t know how you will react with the information that he just said. From how he was the culprit of his own mother’s murder to how he knew about Yunjin’s boyfriend because as far as you know, you’re the only one that she trusts regarding her situation with her boyfriend unless he knew Yunjin’s boyfriend personally. 

You’re still at your position when Jungkook leaves you for a long moment until Soyeon knocks on your door informing you of the arrival of your next patient. You don’t know if you can still handle a new session after him but you cannot cancel the session in this late notice. 

“Tell Yunjin to give me a minute before she enters. We’ll start in 10 minutes.” You instructed Soyeon before you composed yourself. You don’t know how to face Yunjin with your condition but you don’t have a choice. You will just see how it goes.

—

You’re standing 5 feet away from an old house on the edge of town, all by itself. It’s surrounded by overgrown grass that hasn’t been cut for probably a year or two and there are no neighbors around. It looks like it was abandoned but you’re sure that there is someone living here. Mr. Jeon, Jungkook’s father should be here. 

You were observing the house for a couple of minutes before you decided to knock on the door and find out if there is someone inside.

“Hello? Is anybody here? Mr. Jeon?” You call out while you’re knocking but no one is answering. You’ve been knocking and calling for a lot of times already but there’s really no one answering. You take a few steps backwards and look at the whole exterior of the house. This is where Jungkook once lived along with his parents and this is where the crime scene happens. 

You take a deep breath before you decide to turn around to leave. Maybe Mr. Jeon isn’t around.

As you take a few steps towards your car, you suddenly hear a door open. You immediately turn around, and from where you are, you see Mr. Jeon standing beside his door with a cigarette in his mouth. You didn't expect him to appear in such shabby attire. Perhaps Jungkook truly despised his father to the extent of letting him live like this.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Jeon.” You give him a smile and walk towards him. 

“Who are you?” He asked as he inhaled his cigarette. 

“I am Y/F/N, a psychiatrist and I am handling your son, Jungkook.” You introduce yourself and extend your hand to give him a handshake but he only stares at it so you take your hands back.

“What do you mean? Has that bastard become crazy already? Actually, he did lose his mind years ago.”

“No, Mr. Jeon. Your son suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder after the incident that happened to your wife. I am here to ask a few questions about him to help him recover with his disorder, if you don’t mind.”

He looked at you with furrowed brows before he blew smoke from his mouth.

“Post-traumatic what? What kind of bullshit do my son is pulling? What, he had the audacity to be traumatic after he killed his own mother?” 

His father knew. But how come he didn’t ask for his statement? Or did you overlook it?

“Do you believe that your son killed your wife? What are your reasons? Why didn’t you say anything about it?” You didn’t know that you’re already asking multiple questions because of how desperate you want to know the answer. Mr. Jeon only looked at you as his response and after a few moments, he smirked and inhaled from his cigarette. 

“You act more like a detective rather than a psychiatrist, Y/N.” He blew a smoke before he continued. “Come in. Let's discuss your questions inside. It’s already getting cold and you wouldn’t want to catch a cold.”

The house doesn’t seem like a home. It only looks like a place where a person has to stay for them to be sheltered. Inside, vintage furniture fills the rooms, and faded wallpaper lines the walls. In the dimly lit living room, a faded armchair sagged, its upholstery torn and revealing the stuffing beneath. Only a few personal items adorn the space but you haven’t seen any family photo frame. 

Mr. Jeon lets you sit on a single couch, you haven’t touched the upholstery yet you already know that this hasn’t been cleaned in ages. But you didn’t mind because you’re here not to be comfortable. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t offer you anything. It’s only me in here and you show up unannounced so I didn’t  prepare anything.” You immediately shook your head with what he said.

“It’s okay. I’m fine. I’m just here for a few questions. I apologize for showing up unannounced.” 

He lit a new stick of cigarette and blew a smoke before returning his gaze to you. 

“So, what do you want to know?” 

You have a lot of questions that you want to be answered but you have to pick the most important one before you proceed with the others.

“How is Jeon Jungkook as your son?” He didn’t answer right away. He just stares at you as if his answers are in your eyes. Or perhaps, he’s just thinking the right answer to say. 

“Well… Jungkook is a smart kid. He has a passion for photography which I find a waste of time. But look at him now. He managed to build a studio and become successful.” He smiled like a proud father but it only lasted for a second before he was back with his seriousness. “I don’t know how you see him but there is a high possibility that he just built a personality that he wants you to see. You cannot trust him especially with what he says because most of them aren't true.” 

“Can you be more specific with your statement about him? Maybe, give a few examples on how you can justify what you just said.” You slowly grab your phone inside your bag and instantly open the voice record and hit the record button before you return your attention back to him.

“It’s complicated to explain and elaborate because even I cannot understand him. All I know is that he’s a dangerous man.” 

Just like what he said about his son, you should not trust him as well, especially now that he doesn’t even have any evidence to justify his statements. 

“You’ve mentioned that he was the one who killed your wife. Do you have any proof to prove that?” You asked him and he took a deep breath.

“I don’t, but I am positive that he’s the one who did it. I knew my son so well.” 

All his statements don't have concrete evidence and all pure accusations. Maybe that’s why he didn’t raise his accusations to the higher position because it wasn’t supported with anything. But you still ask, anyway.

“Did you try reporting it to the police?” 

"Yes, I did. But did you know they do? They showed a lot of interest in my statement about him and assured me they would stay in touch. But, after the following day, I didn't hear anything from them anymore. They didn't reach out, and when I approached them, they said that the case had been resolved and my statements weren't sufficient to prove anything."

Based on his story, if you’re the investigator of the case, you wouldn’t think much about his report because like what’s happening right now, his claims support nothing. But you knew better because Jungkook already admitted it to you. 

“If Jungkook really did it, what may be the reasons?”

“There are a lot but the major reason is he’s a psychopath.”

That's a serious accusation from a father against his son. However, you must allow him to explain because, no matter what, he knows Jungkook better than you do.

“I admit that me and my wife aren't the perfect parents for him. There are problems that we always argue about, like work problems and we also have a trust issue with one another, and he doesn’t deserve that. We try to separate our problems as husband and wife to him but every time we try to reach him out, it’s like he doesn’t want to be reached out. When he turned high school, that’s when I started to notice the major changes in him. He was always angry and he doesn’t treat us as his parents anymore. We’ve tried to talk to him but it only gets worse.”

He takes a long pause as he remembers everything that he’s talking about. He tapped the ashes into the ashtray and inhaled another smoke before he continued.

“The principal of his school wants to talk to us about our son but the message wasn’t sent to us because he finds a way for us not to know. We only knew when his teacher visited us here and we found out that he’s involved in an illegal fraternity. One of the initiations rites at his fraternity is making the people suffer before they officially become a member. He killed a lot during the initiation rites and he didn't look like he was bothered. He was still a minor at that time so he didn’t go to jail. I was relieved but right now, I wish that he just went to prison.”

His cheeks flushed, and his eyes glistened with the threat of tears. He’s looking away and he took a deep breath without making it obvious. He tossed the cigarette butt on the ashtray beside him and returned his gaze to you. 

“I was patient with him but he’s too much. I let him be, we let him be. But when things get harder, that’s how I realized that he has no hopes. We’ve lost our wealth and he was on the peak of his success. We tried to ask for help but he just threw us out like we weren’t even his parents. And when he killed my wife, I completely disowned him.”

—

You’re back at home after visiting Jungkook’s father and you keep on repeating the recording you had during the conversation. You believe in the story that Mr. Jeon has told you because of two things; first, he doesn’t look like he’s lying while telling his story and second, there are certain things he said that connect to how Jungkook describes him as a father. 

“He’s a horrible person and he doesn’t deserve to be a father to me. I never got to experience the love from a father because the only thing that he gave me is hatred. He always gets drunk and gamble and he cheated with my mom multiple times. I’m not going to be surprised when I find out that I have other siblings from different mothers. He’s the worst person I’ve known.”

Maybe the reason why they lost their wealth is because he’s a gambler. And he and his wife have trust issues because he’s cheating on her. 

“He only wants money from me.”

Mr. Jeon mentioned that he asked for the help of Jungkook after they lost their wealth. 

You have already got the perspective of both sides and Jungkook’s relationship with his parents has a big impact on who he is now. 

You were in the middle of your business when your phone rang, and when you saw the caller’s ID, your heart raced, thudding against your chest. You didn’t move and you just stare at your phone contemplating whether you will answer or not. 

After a moment, the ring stops and when you think that you’re already safe when it rings again. Your hands shake as you pick up your phone and slide the answer button. 

“Good evening Dr. Y/N! How are you?”

Jungkook greet in his usual energetic voice. 

“Jungkook, it’s already late. Do you need anything?” You ask in your low voice, hiding your nervousness.

“I just want to check up on my favorite therapist after I left her last time.” his chuckles erupted at the most unsettling moment.

“You walked out even though we’re not done talking. We can continue our discussion in our next session.”

“You surprised me, Doc. I thought that after our conversation, you'd go straight up to the police, but you did not. Instead, you chose to run to my father.” His words are sinister to your ears. Your heart is beating rapidly as you try to stay composed. The reason why he knew that, you don’t know. You want to ask but there are no words coming out of your mouth.

“Have you eaten your dinner?” he asked after a long pause. 

“I already did.” You lied. 

“But I haven't. You promise me that you’ll come with me for dinner, Dr. Y/N. It’s a perfect time for you to fulfill your promise.”

“Jungkook, I’m sorry but I really can’t. I have a lot of things to do.”

“Tsk Tsk. Your excuse is already overused, Doc. Do you have other excuses?” He laughed once again and continued. “But I won’t force you anymore. I’ll just see you on Tuesday. Goodnight, Dr. Y/N”

—

You were occupied through the following days already, thinking about Jungkook’s case. You’ve been trying to connect the dots by communicating with the people behind this case but unfortunately, no one is useful. You have to do it yourself and the progress was so slow that you’re about to give up. 

You got more important things to do but you left them behind for this and it’s not healthy anymore. You aren't a detective but a psychiatrist. Not a lawyer but a successful book author, therefore, you should stop this madness and go back to your track. 

Tuesday came and you should have a lot of patience to attend to and things to get done with but you cleared your schedule out just for the person who’s not worth your time. 

“Good afternoon, Dr. Y/N. You look so stressed out. What have you been up to lately?” Jungkook said as he entered inside your office. He wasn’t wearing his usual clothes when he visited your clinic for a session, on the contrary, he’s wearing the clothes that you used to see during your photoshoot with him. A casual long sleeve polo paired with tight black pants. 

He doesn’t look like a murderer. He’s very charismatic and no one will know what’s behind his mask. 

“I bought you a salad and orange juice to boost your productivity for today.” He places the paper bag that he’s holding on the top of your office table.

He acted like everything was normal and fine but deep down, you were terrified. 

You let him settle down on the couch in front of you before you spoke.

“Jungkook, we have to talk about everything. This is a very serious matter. I want to understand you as your doctor and choose what’s best for you.” You started before you pressed the record button on your phone and placed it on the top of your table. Jungkook glanced at it but he returned his gaze to you. 

“Are you the one responsible for your mother’s death?” You don’t want to ask it immediately but you’re itching to know the truth. 

He chuckled as he caressed his lips before he crossed his legs.

“I didn’t know that you’re also a detective, Dr. Y/N. Did you also ask that to my father?”

“Jungkook, I’m serious right now. Please, cooperate.” 

You were waiting for his response but it didn’t come. The whole room became deadly silent and Jungkook continued to play with his lips, looking at you with intensity. 

You only have 5 more sessions to go before the psychotherapy treatment will come to an end, but you don’t think that you can attend more sessions with him anymore. 

“I’m not stupid as you think, Y/N.” He finally speaks out, without addressing your title. You only heard him twice calling you without your title, during the photoshoot and now. 

“After I tell my heart-dying story about what happened, you won’t waste any second to go to the police and surrender the recording you had with me.” 

Your eyes widened in alarm as your lips quivered, betraying the anxiety building within. 

“What do you mean?” You try your best not to stutter as your words come out in fragments as your nervousness is disrupted.

“Oh, you know what I mean, Y/N. Don’t play dumb.” He intertwined both of his fingers and wiggle his ankle while his legs were crossed. His stares swivel from you to the phone that’s placed at your table. 

You didn’t move, afraid of what’s going to happen next. He slowly stood up from his seat and took a step near your chest drawer, looking at the different licenses, certificates and achievements that were placed on the top. 

“You become so successful within four years of your career while others take decades of their life to be where you are right now.” He caresses some of the frames standing. You didn’t move, nor say anything, letting him speak. “Are you proud of what you become, Dr. Y/N?” He turned his head towards you and you tried not to show any weakness to him.

“Yes. Yes, I am.” You answer with a low voice. 

“If you want to keep that way, then you should keep out of my business.” He smiled so sweetly, like he just didn’t say something to threaten you.

He took a step towards the door and opened it but before he stepped out, you spoke.

“No matter how fast and long you run, the truth will eventually come to you, Jungkook.”

—

"Can you believe how surprised I was when I read your message, inviting me for a drink?" You chuckled at what Taehyung said as he continued to drive to your destination. "It's such a rare occurrence, and I thought I must have read it wrong. But, damn, it's like a once-in-a-blue-moon moment when you're the first one to invite me for a drink!"

“Yeah, congrats to you.” 

Taehyung was right about you inviting him to go out for a drink. You don't usually do that, and most of the time, he's the one who invites you. You're used to being alone and doing things by yourself, so you don't often think of inviting him. But right now, everything is fucking you up, and you can't be alone with your thoughts because you might end up losing your mind.

You didn’t show any signs of your problems to him. You act like everything is fine and you just miss him. You don’t want to make him overthink. Just like you, he also has a lot on his plate.

You ask him to have a drink with you in Itaewon where everyone goes at this hour. It’s friday and it’s a perfect time to chill with someone you’re very familiar with.

The night is lit up with neon streets in different colors, and the sound of laughter and music filled the air. Everyone is having fun as if the city itself was a living as well. There are a lot of pubs and bars beside each other but you chose where it wasn't so rowdy. 

“Will people recognize you?” You ask him as you sip on your beer.

“Nah, and if they do, so what?” He spoke a little loud as the music became louder as well. 

“Do you mind when you’re out and people recognize you, asking to take a pic?” The crowd is getting louder along with the music so you have no choice but to speak louder as well. 

“I don’t mind. I’m cool with it.”

You did talk to him about his life and when the night went deeper, the crowd was becoming wilder as well. People started to recognize Taehyung and ask for a quick photo. You can’t help but smile whenever he interacts with people with so much energy and happiness. This is what he wants ever since high school, for people to recognize him and his music. Music is Taehyung’s language.

After a few moments, Taehyung joins the crowd and dances along with the ocean of people. He asked you to join him several times but you refused, content with your position right now. You just watch him become the center of attention inside the bar you’re in. 

You’re not a fan of parties and nightlife but right now, you embrace the music and the alcohol that’s influencing you right now. 

You were suddenly startled when a subtle but distinct crept up your spine, an unshakable sense that someone's eyes were fixed upon you. You tried to look around to find if someone’s looking at you but you found nothing. You’re about to brush it away when a familiar figure is standing 10 feet away from you. A pair of eyes bore into you, a gaze so penetrating it felt like a laser, igniting a trail of fire across your skin. The music and the crowd faded in the background and your eyes are fixed at the person while your heartbeat increases rapidly. A person blocked his view and when you tried to find him again, he wasn’t there anymore. 

You don’t know if you’re hallucinating or Jeon Jungkook is really around. 

— 

You will terminate Jeon Jungkook as your patient. You have to terminate him. 

You have your reasons for you to terminate him and as far as you see it, they were valid. Since he first stepped into your office, there is something about him that you couldn’t understand. You’ve been brushing off that feeling multiple times already and now, you should have trusted your instincts.

Jeon Jungkook isn’t a victim. He was the one who killed his own mother at their own house. You don’t have a concrete reason why he did it but you’re sure that it’s about their relationship as a son and mother. Based on the two-sided perspective, Jeon Jungkook is capable of killing someone without showing any remorse. 

He pretended to have experienced trauma solely for his own benefit. His condition isn't post-traumatic stress disorder; instead, it's characterized by antisocial personality disorder, which is evident in his absence of empathy, aggressive and criminal conduct, and a background of lying and deception. Similar to those with ASPD, Jungkook possesses charisma, attractiveness, and above-average intelligence.

You can help him. You really can, but you were also affected by his condition. He crossed the boundary between a doctor and patient several times and you couldn’t tolerate that. If you’re going to keep him, there might be worse that can happen not only to him, but to you as well. 

You still have 4 more sessions before the final session comes to an end but you cannot wait for that day to arrive. When Tuesday comes, you must inform him already. So you are sitting at your swivel chair while he’s seated at the black couch in front of you when you finally say it without any hesitation. You want this to be done already.

“We can no longer continue your remaining sessions, Jungkook.” You started without stuttering. You try to stay calm and strengthen your mentality before you continue. “There are several reasons but on the top of all, you’re not improving with your mental state.”

His arms are on the top of the arm-rest while his fingers are intertwined. His legs are crossed as he wiggles his ankle while he’s staring at you with so much intensity like he’s looking at your soul. 

He’s not responding so you continue to your list of reasons why he’s being terminated.

“I also diagnose you incorrectly but I can still refer you to other doctors that can help you start up. I’m really sorry for failing you, Jungkook but it's best if you can see a new doctor to help you with your mental state.”

Of course, that’s not only the reason but you chose not to go further, afraid that you might trigger him. 

After a few moments, he leaned forward, not removing his intense gaze away from you. You know that this won’t be easy but you must proceed with it. 

“Is that really the reason, Dr. Y/N?” He slowly stands up from his seat and takes a step towards your countertop beside the chest drawers. From there, he looked at the instant coffee sachets, coffee grounds and a coffee maker before he took a mug and placed it in front of him. “I would appreciate it if you tell me the real reasons.” 

You didn’t respond immediately as you watched him make a cup of coffee using the mug that you always use. When he’s done, he turns around to face you and takes a sip of his coffee. 

“What’s taking you so long to answer?” He said after he sips his coffee. 

“That. What you’re doing right now is one of the reasons why we cannot proceed with the remaining session.” He wants to play like this? You will give him what he wants. “You cannot touch my things without my permission, Jungkook. Remember, I am your doctor, not a colleague. You should know what the boundary is.” 

“Oh? You will dump me just because I made a cup of coffee without your permission?” He raised his brow, as he smirked with the sarcastic undertone of his statement.

“You’ve been threatening me, multiple times. You’re making it difficult to maintain a professional relationship between the two of us. You know that to yourself, Jungkook. Don’t make me state every reason why because I want to keep my professionalism towards you.” You try to compose your tone but there’s still a hint of irritation. 

He rests his hands on the top of the counter and sip from his coffee.

“Uh huh. But what if I refuse?” 

“You don’t have a choice. That’s my decision and it’s legal.” A mocking smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as if you were the punchline of a cruel joke.

He releases another soft chuckle before he gets his phone from his pocket and scrolls down. Your eyes widened in horror as a shiver ran down your spine. Your skin prickled with goosebumps and waves of fear washed over you when he played a voice record coming from his phone.

“I started hiding my painting from Louie but he managed to find out about it and he kept telling me to stop painting again. He said that they were trash and I should just focus on my academics.”

“That’s unfortunate. You don’t deserve that, Yunjin. Your boyfriend kept on messing up your mental state. I’ve been telling you to break up with him.”

“I can’t because I love him—

“Where did you get that?!” You instantly stood from your seat. He looked at his phone and scrolled once again before he played another voice record. 

“He’s been stalking me, doc. He’s just finding the perfect time to kill me.”

“Mr. Park, you have tons of your bodyguards around you. He doesn’t have a chance to—

“Give me that!” Your eyes blazed with fury, as your voice erupted, a thunderous roar that reverberated through the room. You tried to snatch the phone away from him but he was too tall for you to reach. 

“Will you think twice about your decision when I decided to upload your illegal voice recordings with your patients on the internet?” His voice dripped with mockery as he grins. 

“Those are not illegal because I asked for their permission to be recorded.” You respond in your stone voice. He smirked once again before he played another voice record.

“How are you, Jungkook? Did you sleep well last night?”

“I did, doc. I even sleep so early. Thanks to the medicine that you prescribed me because it helps.”

“As far as I remember, you didn’t ask my permission to be recorded.” He smiles mockingly before he puts down the cup of coffee that he’s holding on the countertop.

“I can already see the headline for these voice recordings. Bestselling author and psychiatrist who records their patient without consent. That’s going to be number one on social media and in front of the newspaper.” He returned his phone in his pocket and took the coffee to sip from it. 

“Where did you get that?” You asked as you clench your jaw. 

“It doesn’t matter, Dr. Y/N. What matters most is the backlash you will get when I decide to upload these online. With how you quickly reach the top, that also determines how quickly you will fall down.” He smirks.

Your eyes bore into him with such intensity, a storm of anger raging just beneath the surface. Your anger has reached its boiling point and any moment now, the tears forming on your eyes will flow over your cheek.

“What do you want?” You ask with your teeth. His gaze softens as he pouts. 

“Come on, Doc. Don’t be so upset at me.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” Your voice was raising again as your right hand balls into a fist. “You stole my recordings and you are threatening me now!”

“You’re dumping me. I have to do something.” 

You take a step backward without removing your gaze from him. “What do you want?”

“It’s nothing big, Doc. You wouldn’t have a hard time.” His gaze softens before he continues. “I just want to continue our sessions. That’s it.” 

“For what? I didn’t see any progress from you. Your condition might worsen.” You cannot be in this room with him for another session. He’s too much. “I will refer you to another psychotherapist who is much better where you’re going to recover.” 

He shakes his head. “You were wrong. I do make progress, Dr. Y/N, and I would like to completely recover with your help. Besides, there are no ‘much better’ doctors beside you. I want you for me.” 

You didn’t respond and continue to stare at him, hoping to see any sympathy or even a change of mind, but you only see a demonic who’s in the body of a human. 

“Okay. But when the 12 sessions with you are completed, that’s it. Our business will end there.” Jungkook smiled devilishly and took the last sip of the coffee before he nodded.

“That’s all I want, Doc. To complete our session so I can get better and nothing else.” 

—

You can’t believe that Jungkook has something to hold against you. Everything happens so fast and you didn’t know why it had to come to this. You’ve tried to make him speak up on how he got the recordings but he never did, instead, he keeps on blackmailing you about what might happen when he uploads it online. 

“I wonder how your other patients will react when they find out that you recorded their most vulnerable moment. Will you ever get someone to trust you after that?”

You’ve tried to imagine what’s going to happen if he really uploaded it online. You can just simply tell the truth that you record your patient because it helps you to create a better book that will help a thousand people as well. That’s the truth, anyway. You can just accept your mistakes and move on. 

But that’s not the case. Even if you kneel down just for the people to forgive you, that won’t change anything. Your name will be ruined and you might lose your license for violating the patient’s privacy and confidentiality. The worse thing is, everyone will hear the recordings you took and you can be subject to criminal charges. 

Yes, you can blame everything on Jungkook but you know better. He got away from killing his own mother and he can also get away with this. You don’t know how powerful he can be.

You don’t know how to handle this. It’s so heavy that you can’t proceed with your daily routine. From waking up until you go to bed, that’s the only thing that keeps running to your head and it’s getting out of hand. 

You don’t know if Jungkook can be trusted that he won’t upload it online if you continue with the remaining sessions or he will betray you at the end. You cannot hold onto his promises. You have to do something before he completely ruins your reputation. 

“Your clinic became my second home at this point, Doc. It’s so comfortable already that I can practically sleep here.” Jungkook transfers from the single couch to the bigger one and lays down and uses his palms as a pillow. 

“How are we supposed to start with our session when you’re lying down?” You rolled your eyes and dropped the folder that you’re holding to the table. 

“We can still have a conversation even if I’m in this position. It’s not like I’ll be muted if I lay down.” He responded without moving from his position. You rolled your eyes once again before you face your desktop and pretend that you’re busy with something. It’s hard to deal with a patient when you’re irritated with them. 

You glance at him when you hear him laugh. He was laughing while he sat up from laying down. “You look so cute when you’re angry, Dr. Y/N. It’s a rare moment. Or this is really how you feel deep inside when you’re facing your patients.”

“Am I supposed to smile and clap my hands while you’re blackmailing me? You can’t even settle down properly to begin our session.” your voice dripped with sarcasm.

“And you’re being sarcastic too! How adorable.” He laughs, matching his grin as he returns to his original seat. He placed his arm on the arm rest before he spread his legs, looking at you with a smirk on his lips. “I just want to push the buttons and see who Dr. Y/F/N really is.”

You sip on your coffee and open the folder once again, trying to relax while staring at the folder. After a few moments, you take a deep breath and return your gaze to the monster in front of you.

“I’ll prescribe you with another medicine, although you can continue to take the medicines you have right now.” You said and listed down the prescription for him. 

“Thanks, Doc. I’ll take note of that. And thank you for accepting me once again. I really appreciate it so much.” He’s back with his sweet voice which you would be glad not to hear again. You’d prefer his demonic voice because you know that it’s his true nature. 

“No problem. As if I have a choice, right?” He chuckled and proceeded with his habit of playing with his lips. 

“Come on, Doc. You’re really helping me to recover. That’s really what I wanted because you’re so good with what you do.” 

“Uh huh.” You said while flipping the pages from the folder. “If that’s what you believe. So, do you want to talk about something that happened recently? What might be the reason why you think that you’re getting better?”

“There are a lot of good things that’s happening to me lately,” which you don’t deserve. “I have new investors for the growth of my business. It’s going to be a corporation. And I’m here, sitting on this couch in front of you.” 

“That’s good for you.” You said, trying not to sound sarcastic. “How do you feel when you tell me who’s really responsible for your mother’s death?” 

“That’s an excellent question, Doc.” He leaned forward before he continued. “I feel relief because I don’t need to fake my traumas, nightmares and anxiety because my mother died. I can finally celebrate it with you.” A twisted grin crept across his lips, eyes sparkled with a sinister delight. 

A shiver ran down your spine, and goosebumps erupted on your arms. But you still manage to take note of his statements. 

“I also plan on bringing my father along with my mother but I’ll save that for later. I’ll let my father live even though his life is useless. His existence only adds pollution to the earth, don’t you think? You’ve met him already.” A wave of nausea washed over you, as your skin turned clammy and cold. You can’t believe that he just told you his plan to kill his father like it was a normal thing he does.

“Jungkook, that is inhumane. You can’t talk about that during our sessions. Our goal here is to get your life back on track, not to plan on killing your father. You know that I can report you, right?” You lowered your voice in a softer way where Jungkook can feel that you’re really concerned with him.

“Come on, Doc. You’re so boring! And I know that you can’t do that because you’re putting your life on a pedestal.” He grins. 

“You said that you wanted to recover so you want these sessions to continue, instead, you’re doing the opposite. You kept on blackmailing me and telling me your desires to kill your father.” 

“You’re the one who said that you didn’t see any progress with me, so maybe, it’s better to talk about other things rather than talking about bullshit that only triggers me to do something worse.” His voice raises and his face remains completely lacking emotion while his gaze is penetrating that it feels as if he’s peering into your soul.

You froze on your seat as your body language reflected the overwhelming impact of what he just said.

“I am a psychiatrist and psychotherapist and my job is to help my patients with their problems and situations and not to tolerate their wrong behavior.” You close the folder that you’re holding and place it back on your table before you continue. “We’re not being productive here, Jungkook. As mentioned earlier, I would be delighted to connect you with one of my highly skilled colleagues who can assist you in making progress.”

He shook his head and he even used his finger movement to indicate that he disagreed. “No. We’re not going to do that.” 

“Why?” You said, almost losing your control.

“Because I want you, Doc. You’re the only one I wanted.”

—

The remaining 3 sessions with him were all the same; very unproductive and a waste of time. He kept on pushing to talk about his desire to kill his father and topics you never want to talk about. He insisted on discussing his desire to harm his father and other topics you'd rather avoid. He continued to blackmail you, leaving you with no choice but to wait until the final session ended. You allowed him to talk about whatever he pleased while you sat there, pretending to listen. You try your best to give him proper therapy but he was the one who kept pushing away the help that you give. It may sound tolerable but god knows how horrible you feel with every word that’s coming out of his mouth.

 “Nowadays, everyone seems so pathetic. I can't grasp why they constantly attempt to alter society, as if our lives are like a movie capable of transforming the entire universe in a single snap. They should learn to deal with it and adapt to what's happening instead of wasting their effort on making changes while acting like hypocrites themselves.”

“Individuals remain consistent throughout their lives. Scientific evidence indicates that our genetic imprints predefine our existence, our personality, and our decisions. If you're born stupid, you'll continue to live with your stupidity, and it will remain until the end of your life.”

During some of your sessions, you can’t help but to argue with him on how he sees things versus how you see them. You tried to let him understand that life is more than just existing. There is something that he hasn’t seen yet, but he was already the one who refuses to change. 

If your life is not in danger because of him, you will risk everything just to help him recover and change his perspective in life. But that’s not your case because you’re trapped in the palm of his hands. 

It's the last Tuesday of the month, marking the arrival of the final session with him. You've been anxious the whole day, eagerly waiting for it to end. The hours have felt agonizingly long, but you remind yourself that it's the last day, and you need to endure it just a little longer.

“Our deal is off. We’ve completed the remaining session.” You remind him before he steps out of your clinic. “Keep your promise, Jungkook.”

“Days are running fast, I didn’t even notice that it’s the last Tuesday of the month.” He smirked and twisted the doorknob. “See you again soon, Dr. Y/N.”

It’s done. You’ve managed to push him away, but you can’t stop thinking that he still has something against you. He promised that after the final session, he’s done with you but you can’t hold onto that because he’s Jeon Jungkook and dealing with him isn't as easy as you think.

And you were right, because one week hasn’t passed and Jeon Jungkook is already inside your office unannounced.

“What are you doing here?” You spoke with the hint of anger in your voice. “Aren’t we finished with our business?” Jungkook maintained a smirk on his lips as he sat on the black couch.

“Why? Can’t I visit my favorite doctor?” He spread his legs, his eyes met yours in a sultry, lingering glance and a playful smile graced his lips. 

“Jungkook, we have no business here. I have tons of things to do, so, if you still have a conscience left, please, leave already." You remove your reading glass and throw it on your table. 

He licked his lips and tilted his head before he responded. “As far as I know, patients can request additional sessions with their therapist, and that’s why I am here. So technically, I still have business with you.” 

You grimaced, deep furrowed formed on your forehead as your anger intensified. A sly smirk of amusement tugged at the corners of his mouth as he raised an eyebrow in a mocking arch. “You look upset.” He pouted in a mocking way. “It’s too obvious how you hate that idea, Doc.”

“We had a deal, Jungkook. Stick with our deal.” You said with a clenching jaw.

“Yes, it’s still ongoing. We have to finish our sessions and we’re done.” 

“We are done. We’ve completed your 12 sessions.”

“But I asked for another session and it’s legal. Therefore, our deal is still ongoing.” 

Your hands were shaking  while you breathed heavily as if you’re out of air. You want to stand up from your seat and pounce on him. You want to struggle him until he’s out of breath. You wanted to hurt him so badly for you to calm down but you kept your composure, concealing the simmering anger that threatened to erupt.

“You said that you’ll leave me alone after our deal.” Your words were delivered with restraint. 

“That’s true, but I asked for another session, so our business is not yet done.” He smirked.

“Get out!” You can’t control it anymore. It’s too much. He’s too much.

“Oh. You’re kicking a patient out?” He laughs and he gets something in his pocket. “How would people react if they found out that the psychiatrist and a best-selling author that they are looking up, is kicking a patient out.” He faces his phone for you to see that he’s recording the conversation. 

Your mind raced like a hurricane, breath came in short, shallow gasps as your hands can't stop trembling. 

“Why are you doing this to… me?” Your voice caught up your throat, and choked sobs filled the room as you began to let your tears flow from your eyes.

He stood up from his seat as he slowly took a step towards you, putting both of his hands on the platform of your table, leaning towards you. He looks at your eyes with so much intensity that he can practically read your mind.

“I’ve told you already. I just want to continue our sessions until I recover. Is that too much to ask?” He whispers as he pierce his eyes on you. He lifts up his right arm, slowly wiping the tears from your cheeks using the back of his fingers. “Weakness doesn’t suit you, Y/N. So I suggest that you stop with your tears.”

—

If you can only bring back the time where Atty. Kim Namjoon asked you to take Jeon Jungkook as a patient, you’d immediately refuse. If only you knew what kind of a living hell that you will live when you work with him, you would never wish to see him standing in front of you from the first time.

You know that your life won’t be easy when you enter the industry that you are in right now. Life will put you on a test and see if you will survive. You in fact did, not knowing that you haven't even experienced half of what you're going through now in the hands of Jungkook.

You thought that Jungkook was already at his worst, but little did you know that he could deteriorate even further.

His weekly ‘sessions’ became almost every four days. His supposed 90-minute session stretched into a painful 2 hours, and that went on and on. You don’t know when he’ll stop with his madness.

You tried to convince him to stop, but every time you do it, he will always pull his card against you. It’s too much that you can’t take it any longer. You’re getting tired already and it’s consuming you. You’ve already reached the point where you think that what he’s doing to you right now is much worse than what you’d experience if he were to post the recordings you took in public. 

If he can’t be convinced to stop, then you have to do something that will make him stop. You have to take action because if you let him continue to tie you up, you will no longer escape. 

You put your both hands inside the pocket of the coat that you’re wearing right now. It’s getting colder because winter is just around the corner.

Jongno Police Station

The police station stood tall with a large reflective window that had a sense of transparency and modernity. There are people that passed by and police officers standing outside the glass door with cigarettes in their mouth.

You took a deep breath before you took a step towards the entrance. 

“Hello, may I talk to detective Jung?” You speak to the male receptionist as you enter the station. 

“For what reason?”

“I just have to report something about the case he’s handling. I am Y/F/N and a psychiatrist.” You gave him your ID and when he looked at it, he kept on shifting his gaze to you and to the ID.

“Wait for a while. I’ll call detective Jung.” 

You sit in the waiting area as you wait for the person you’re looking for. The receptionist is on a call and you notice that he keeps on glancing at you while he speaks with detective Jung, as you guess.

When you saw detective Jung approaching you, wearing a denim black jacket with his ID, you stood up to greet him.

“Good afternoon, Detective Jung. I apologize for showing up unannounced but I just have to talk to you about something.” You greet as you extend your hand. 

He shook your hand as he smiled so wide, like a ball of sunshine.

“That’s okay. Come, let's talk inside.”

Detective Jung's office was a place for investigating, featuring a comfy leather chair and a sturdy oak desk in the middle. The walls showed years of hard work with awards, old news articles about big cases, and a bulletin board filled with clues and suspects.

He was the one who handled Jungkook’s case, and he’s with Atty. Kim Namjoon when they bring Jungkook to your clinic, asking for you to take him as a patient. 

A decision you wish you never made. 

“So, what brings you here?” Detective Jung asks you when you already settled down on his leather couches. 

“I’ll go straight to the point, Sir. I’d like to talk about Jeon Jungkook, the one you want me to handle as a patient, do you remember?” Detective Jung smiles before nodding so you continue. “He’s responsible for his mother’s death.”

You explained thoroughly on how it happened and he carefully listened to you. It's the first time you’ve talked to anyone regarding this manner and it was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from your shoulder. You wanted to burst out when you explained to him about your situation but you strengthened yourself and went further. 

Telling him gave you a sense of relief because you never expect that you’d come to this, reporting him. You know that the situation may escalate when Jungkook finds out that you’ve reported him but you don’t care anymore. What he’s doing to you is worse than the backlash you’ll experience if the recordings went public. There is nothing worse than dealing with him. 

You ask for a restraining order against Jungkook and Detective Jung assures that Jungkook will pay for his crime. 

You wanted to cry. You should’ve reported him a long time ago but you were overtaken by fear. You were scared of what could happen to you when Jungkook decided to carry out his threat but you can’t live your life with fear forever. 

There are several ways that you can do if the recordings go public. Ask for the help of a security specialist, confront your patients regarding the situation and even report Jungkook with what he did. 

You should focus on eliminating Jeon Jungkook in your life now, and deal with the consequences later. 

You’ve strengthened yourself with the situation that can happen. Asking Detective Jung for help gave you strength and encouragement to stand up against Jungkook.

He may be a psychopath but you’re Y/N, and you’re greater than him. 

Or that’s what you thought. 

Your hopes and courage crumble at your feet as Jungkook visits you the same day.

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[deakyjoe]

Not A Place, But A Feeling

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader (fem, she/her)

Category: angst and maybe a little fluff idk

Summary: They say home is where the heart is. And your heart is with Joel Miller.

Warnings: 18+, age gap (reader is mid 20s and Joel is 56), a rewrite of episode 3 basically, kissing (!!), groping (!!), implied smut, mentions of death & suicide (Bill & Frank, Sarah), reader is Bill & Frank’s adopted/surrogate daughter, guilt, sadness, grief, loss/bereavement

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: In celebration of Pedro’s birthday, have something I’ve been working on for literal months <3

Consider buying me a coffee :)

Bill and Frank were dead.

Their corpses sat rotting away in their bedroom, the door locked shut, as Ellie read their goodbye letter, a note of upbeat confusion in her voice. You couldn't blame the kid, she'd never met either of them.

Joel stood next to you rigid, unsure what to do or say as he just listened to the final words spoken by two of the few people he'd chosen to trust in this world.

You, on the other hand, felt as if the universe was crashing down around you. All blood had escaped from your body, seemingly draining out from your feet, as your head floated around in a storm of lightness that threatened to knock you unconscious at any moment.

Bill and Frank had raised you, the former finding you abandoned as a toddler when the outbreak had started. You'd stayed shut away in their own private community for years, Tess and Joel being the first people you could remember meeting that hadn't been your surrogate parents. And when Frank had come up with the genius idea to dump you in their responsibility so you could socialise some more and see the real world, you'd been all too eager to sneak back into the QZ with them.

You were beginning to regret that enthusiasm.

"And take care of our girl for us, we know you will." The final words of the letter hung in the air for a moment as Ellie lowered the paper into her lap, eyes flicking between the two people stood in front of her.

Joel said nothing. And you ran.

The front door almost fell off its hinges with the force of you swinging it open to get to the front yard. Barren flowerbeds were quickly flooded with the contents of your stomach. You retched at the floor, nothing else coming up but the feeling of needing to vomit still strong.

They were dead. Dead. Gone. Forever. What were you supposed to do now?

Your legs trembled beneath you, struggling to keep your weight as every fibre of your being just wanted to give up and collapse into the ground. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Trying to shake the feeling off, you pushed yourself into an upright position and started walking. To where? You didn't know. But this is what you used to do when you needed time to think, time to clear your head, time to escape. You walked the town. You hadn't had that same ease in the QZ, it was nice to have it back now. Even in the worst scenario.

You couldn't dwell on this for too long. People died. Regularly in this world you lived in for that matter. It was an inevitability. The loss of Tess had been a warning sign of that only recently. You'd been taught not to grieve too much, you didn't have the time for it. And it wouldn't change anything.

But you still ached, feeling as if a part of you had been ripped away and stolen for eternity. So, you walked.

Joel had watched you leave out of the corner of his eye, not surprised by your reaction at all. It was a little understated if anything. The men who had raised you were dead. Nobody coped well with the loss of family, he knew that better than most.

"You should probably follow her." Ellie said, looking towards where you'd abruptly left the house.

"She'll be fine." He insisted, rolling his shoulders back and taking in the room around him. He'd have to figure out everything for himself now that Bill wasn't around to help. So he got started on that, distracting himself by creating a mental list of inventory the group of you would need for your journey. And all of it was bound to be lying around here somewhere.

Ellie could only watch as Joel ignored what he really should have been attending to and took to wandering around the house instead, staying careful to keep clear of the downstairs bedroom.

It took two hours for you to reappear in the house again, acting as if nothing had happened.

You strolled in to find Ellie rummaging through a dusty old box with your name plastered on the side of it in block capitals, the black ink slightly smudged.

"Hi."

Her head snapped up to meet your eyes. "Oh, hi. I found this."

You shrugged. "My music collection, right?"

She visibly relaxed and smiled. "Yeah." Ellie wasn't a shy kid by any means and she certainly didn't have any trouble with her confidence or prying, but she liked you and didn't want to overstep since you'd been nothing but nice to her since you'd met.

You nodded. "I think I've got an old Discman around here somewhere if you want to take some of it on the road with you."

Before she had a chance to respond Joel stomped back into the room, gaze landing on you. He didn't say anything but his expression was questioning. You just gave a short nod which was enough for him.

"Take a shower and I can find some clothes for you both." You said, collapsing into one of the wooden chairs. It creaked under your weight but you paid it no mind.

The both of them could tell you still were not feeling quite right but didn't push it, Ellie disappearing upstairs to take advantage of the luxury of a shower that was actually hot with good water pressure. Joel silently followed you to a closet where the stash of unused clothes was stored away.

You found jeans for him and Ellie, a t-shirt for the young girl and a plaid shirt for him. It was one of Frank's. Joel watched you silently as you hesitated before passing it over to him. Luckily, neither of you had to fill the tense silence that followed as the shower switched off upstairs.

“I’ll go give these to Ellie then you can shower.” You mumbled, pushing past him when he gave no more than a grunt of acknowledgment.

You don’t know what you expected from the man, he wasn’t exactly well-versed in emotional support. Just something a little more would have been nice. You pushed the thought aside as you knocked on the bathroom door.

“Yeah?” Ellie called back.

“It’s me. I’ve got you some clothes.” You were slightly turned away from the door in case she decided to open it.

“Oh! Okay, hang on.”

There was muffled rustling from the other side before the bathroom door opened a crack and a hand stuck out.

You laughed and gave her the pile of clothes. “Should be some spare toothbrushes under the sink too. Maybe some toothpaste. If you’re, I don’t know, feeling extra hygienic.”

“Feeling extra hygienic.” She echoed back in amusement. “Thanks!”

The bathroom door slammed again and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re welcome.”

You trotted down the stairs to find Joel hovering by the door to the kitchen, surveying his surroundings. You recognised that look.

“What do you need?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

You sighed. “Don’t tiptoe around me, Joel. What do you need?”

His gaze shot back to yours.

Tense silence hung in the air for a few seconds.

Just as he opened his mouth to reply, Ellie came bounding down the stairs and collapsed in front of the box of CDs again. She didn’t seem to notice the staring contest going on between the two of you as she rifled through the music rapidly.

Joel’s mouth closed again momentarily before he appeared to change his mind. “You good here for a while?” He directed at Ellie.

The young girl glanced up from the box and nodded, finally noticing the atmosphere in the room.

Joel turned back to you and tilted his head towards the front door. "Let's take a walk."

You followed him silently as he walked past you and out the front of the house, not stopping his fast pace until he was well away from the building.

Falling into step beside him, you debated whether you should be the first to speak. Thankfully, you didn’t have to think on that for too long because as you reached the point where the boutique was coming into view, Joel stopped and suddenly turned on you.

"You should stay here."

The statement felt like a knife in your chest. The way he said with such finality, such conviction. Like he’d been thinking it for a while. You wondered if that had been his plan all along.

"What?" You didn’t let your confusion and hurt go amiss from your tone.

Joel could only repeat himself. "Stay here."

You scoffed. "Why would I do that?"

"It's safe." He pushed through clenched teeth.

You nodded. "Safe."

"Your home."

He’d completely lost you.

And yet you nodded slowly again. "My home."

He nodded tightly, wishing you'd stop repeating everything he said in that sardonic tone.

You clicked your tongue quietly. "You think this is my home?"

"Yes."

You glanced at the row of derelict buildings next to you, the cracks on the ground, the dead grass. "The place I left years ago, where I had no friends, where my parents have recently killed themselves, you think that's my home?"

Joel had never heard you directly refer to Bill and Frank as your parents. It pained him to hear the word used in such a horrific scenario. But he didn’t let up.

"You grew up here."

You laughed humourlessly. "You grew up in Texas. Do you still refer to that as your home?"

He'd like to. But didn't. "No."

"And what is your home, huh? What do you think of your home as, Joel?" Your brows furrowed together as you watched him thinking about it.

Sarah.

Tommy.

Tess.

...You.

You didn’t let him answer. "Bet it's not a place, is it?"

You were right.

You knew that so you carried on. "Bill and Frank were my home. Now they're gone. Tess was my home. But guess what? She's gone too. Tommy's gone fucking M.I.A.! So what am I left with, Joel?"

Him.

"I'm left with you." You shoved at his chest, surprised by your own strength when he took an unsteady step back. "So if you think that I'm going to stay in this fucking ghost town alone instead of following my home wherever he goes with that girl who needs us, then you really don't know me at all."

You went to push past him, to leave his ridiculous suggestion behind and maybe go clear your head with a hot shower, when he stopped you with a statement that felt like the knife he’d already plunged into your chest was being twisted around to hurt you even more.

"Tess promised Bill and Frank that we'd look after you."

The scowl on your face deepened and Joel knew he'd given the wrong answer but it was the only answer he knew to give.

"Is that what I am to you, Joel? A promise that Tess made?"

He didn't respond.

A sting that threatened tears bit at the back of your throat. "Because if I'm a promise that someone else made for you then fine, I'll stay. I won't burden you with having to take care of me anymore." You ran a hand down your face. "You've got your hands full with Ellie anyway."

“That’s not what I meant.” He tried.

And failed.

“Then what do you fucking mean?!” You wailed, fingers clawing at your scalp in frustration. “Do you want me to stay here for me or for you? Just spit it out, Joel! So I understand what the fuck you want!”

Joel Miller was an intimidating man. He marched around with a permanent frown on his face, his tall and broad figure parting any crowd that saw him coming. That's why, when he took a few sudden paces towards you, you inched back a couple steps. It was instinct. He was a killing machine. And he didn't look too happy with you right now.

But the pure shock that rocketed through your system when his large hands landed on each of your cheeks and he crashed his mouth against yours would have been enough to keep a whole city's electricity running for a month.

You froze for a moment, eyes fluttering shut in surprise, not sure what to do with yourself. Joel Miller was kissing you. Joel Miller was kissing you. Out of every possible outcome, you never could have predicted this. The older man who you had adored quietly for years and trusted with your life, with your soul, was kissing you.

Your fists curled into the front of the shirt he’d been wearing for days, fabric a little stiff with dirt and grime, using it as leverage to meet his lips halfway.

He kissed you hungrily, like a man starved, devouring everything he could possibly take from you. Fingers tangled in the back of your hair, tugging roughly to elicit soft whimpers out of you. He licked into your mouth hotly, tasting as much of you as possible.

The feeling of your palms sliding up his chest seemed to knock him out of his stupor, detaching himself from you and taking a couple of unsure steps back.

He looked at you surprised, almost like he couldn't believe he'd done that. "I-"

"Joel..." You trailed off when he gave you a warning look. So you went for another approach. "I thought you and Tess..."

His face tightened in frustration. "No."

You didn't believe that. "No?"

"No." He gave a subtle shake of his head. "Never."

He seemed adamant. And sincere. So you chose to believe him.

You weren’t shocked when he looked at you for just a couple of seconds more before spinning on his heel and started walking back in the direction of the house. He was like that. Joel seemed to enjoy ignoring his feelings.

But then he changed his mind and looked back at you again. "We can stay a couple of days and then we need to move again."

You nodded slowly. "Okay."

He tilted his head up towards the dull sky for a moment before turning again and stalking off.

You waited until he was out of sight before following him. If he was conflicted on what he’d just done, then pestering him with your presence certainly wasn’t going to help.

When you got back to the house, Ellie was still sat on the floor.

She didn’t even look up as she spoke to you. “The old man’s showering, thank god. Thought my nose was going to fall off.”

You stifled a laugh and set about finding out if there was any food in the pantry that was still good to eat. You knew there was an endless supply in the basement and garage, but something slightly fresher was more likely to satisfy the three of you for the next couple days you were apparently staying. Managing to find something mildly edible and leaving it out for the two of them to eat, you informed Ellie she could help herself to anything in the house before making your way upstairs to find some of your own stuff to wear in what used to be your old bedroom.

You’d miscalculated how long it would take Joel to wash away the days worth of dirt as he emerged from the bathroom just as you walked past it, hair damp and slicked back and new-ish clothes on. He looked good. Very good. And somehow better than usual.

You swallowed thickly and slid past him into your old bedroom, not saying a word as he watched you go. The knowledge that he felt something for you, you didn’t know just what yet, was weighing down on you. What were you supposed to do with the idea that he maybe liked you just enough to want to kiss you? Joel wasn’t the kind of man to suddenly open up about his feelings and tell you he was hopelessly in love with you. Maybe he was pre-outbreak, you thought. You’d like to have known the him that existed pre-outbreak, you decided. But he certainly wasn’t that man now.

You pushed your door shut behind you, leaning against the wood and letting out a long exhale. God, why had he decided now was a good time to make this more complicated than it already was? You almost despised him for it.

Shaking the thoughts away, you found yourself some clothes and traipsed to the shower. The hot water and steam would clear away the temporary worries whilst you figured out how you were going to address your own feelings for him. Sure, you’d always known you’d silently harboured a thing for Joel. But you’d always assumed that nothing would ever come of it, he was a lot older and Bill would kill him if he ever caught wind of anything, so you’d buried the feelings deep down inside of yourself. Until today apparently. When he’d decided to dig it all up by kissing you.

You scrunched your eyes shut and forced that thought out of your head. The memory of the way his lips felt against yours, the way his hands, his very large hands, held you, the way his tongue licked into your mouth, the way he groaned lowly deep in his chest.

Thoughts. Forced. Out. Gone.

The rest of the day was uneventful. The three of you ate in silence before Ellie declared she was tired and you told her she could sleep in your old bed. She seemed ecstatic with that as she’d admitted to snooping earlier and thought that the mattress looked comfortable. You’d laughed and waved her off. Joel had then mumbled something about supplies and had disappeared into the basement.

You took that as your opportunity to speak to Bill and Frank, something you’d wanted to do since Ellie had first read that letter. So you hauled yourself up from where you were sitting, padded down the short hallway to the room where their bodies rested, and promptly sat down right outside the door.

You spoke to them silently in your head, giving them updates like you would’ve done were they still alive and you were just visiting. Telling them about life in the QZ and what you’d been up to. In retrospect, it seemed ridiculous. But at the time, it felt right.

When you were done, you just closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the door.

"Don't go in there."

Your eyes shot open at the deep voice to find Joel standing a few feet away from you. Of course. Who else would it have been?

"I'm not. Just wanted to sit with them for a minute." You sighed and squinted your eyes at him. "I know that sounds crazy."

He shook his head in disagreement. "I understand."

There was a brief moment of silence.

He broke it. "It's late. You should go to bed."

"Ellie's in my bed.”

"Master bedroom." He countered.

You frowned. "I thought that's where you were sleeping."

"Couch." Joel’s line of defence was unwavering; you didn’t really know why considering you were having a simple conversation about sleeping arrangements.

So you pushed on. "Couch? Why? Isn't that uncomfortable?"

"I've slept on worse."

"What's wrong with the master bedroom?"

He hesitated. "That's where Bill and Frank used to sleep. Feels like an invasion."

Oh.

You hummed and nodded your head. "That's why I can't do it either."

"You can't stay here all night."

"I've slept on worse." You repeated his words back to him, surely he would understand.

He nodded and slowly offered out his hand. “Come on.”

You almost didn’t take it, shocked that he was doing it. But after a moment’s pause, you slipped your hand into his and let him pull you up. And when he didn’t immediately let go, and started to pull you towards the couch instead, you thought you might have a heart attack.

When the two of you reached your apparent sleeping grounds for the night, Joel turned back to look at you. Only to find that you were a lot closer than expected. He didn’t like the way you looked up at him because it reflected a grief he’d only ever seen in himself. It was too personal, what you were feeling. He hated it. And yet, he couldn’t help but feel tempted by it.

He’d already crossed that boundary once. What was once more?

You were less surprised the second time Joel Miller kissed you. In fact, you were more relieved.

One hand cupped your face, keeping you grounded, the other clutched at your waist, keeping you close. Whether that was for him or for you, you weren’t sure. But you weren’t going to complain either way. And when the two of you fell back onto the couch all bitter memories of loss, of grief, of confusion, of him all went away.

Joel could only wish that he was on the same mental path.

This was so unbelievably selfish of him. Bill and Frank trusted him with your safety and security. And here he was on their couch, the memories of their lives still dancing around him fresh, kissing their daughter as he groped and grabbed at you with lust fuelled energy. It was more than lust, Joel knew that, but the ghosts of Bill and Frank didn't.

You were on top of him, full weight pushed against his body, and Joel could think of nothing but how fucking soft you felt under his touch. He ignored the betrayal of two of his only friends, ignored the glaring age difference, ignored that he was feeling what he should have felt for Tess. None of it mattered when your skin was warm and velvety in his palms. None of it mattered when your tongue slid against his and you swallowed the soft groans he'd accidentally let loose every now and then. None of it mattered when you whispered his name against his lips almost checking like his was still there with you. And of course he was. He'd never leave you from this moment on.

He'd continue to be selfish and ignore all the reasons why this was so wrong because it just felt right. Like you'd said, he was your home. And you were certainly his. Maybe he could afford to be selfish for once in his life.

The kisses were sweet, almost as sweet as you, but Joel could feel you yearning for more. Your fingers itched against him, twitching in anticipation. He understood perfectly as he felt the same, letting his hands drift to wherever they wanted. And you had no complaints, arching into his touch as much as you could.

The two of you were like horny teenagers, making out on the couch and trying to stay as quiet as possible so as not to wake the rest of the house. The rest of the house being Ellie in this scenario. Although the teenager wasn’t stupid; she’d felt the tension as soon as she’d met the two of you. Even if you both appeared unaware of it.

The sun dipped below the horizon.

Hands dipped below waistlines.

A war raged through Joel’s mind. This was wrong. So unbelievably wrong. But you felt so right.

He broke away momentarily, running a thumb along your bottom lip. “Maybe you should sleep.”

You only nodded at him, eyelids half closed and pupils blown. Joel just kissed you again. Maybe his moral dilemma could be a problem for the morning.

A/N: When I say this has been sitting in my drafts for ages, unfinished, but calling to me. Glad I finally got around to completing it :)

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[pillow-anime-talk]

disturbing him (but in a pleasant way).

request​: hi! can i have an one-shot with matt’s female s/o giving him head while he’s in the middle of a game?

# tags: scenario; current relationships; romance; smut; gamer!mail & sweet!reader; nsfw

warnings: mention of sexual activities, handjob & blowjob, sloppy, hair pulling, cum on face

includes: female reader ft. mail jeevas {death note}

author’s note: love it >:)

It was one of the cooler evenings, and Mail was in the middle of the game and completing several missions. The police were also chasing him (GTA things, btw). Nevertheless, he was doing really well, efficiently escaping in his car from a helicopter and two patrols.

In the meantime, you left the shower and started your night-time body care; you used your favorite moisturizing cream for legs and arms, you took care of your face with a serum, you also used oil on the ends of your hair and finished everything with a beautifully scented body mist. Then you brushed your hair and put on your pajamas at the end.

After leaving the bathroom, you immediately went to your boyfriend to spend some time with him before going to bed; he was still gaming, this time he was on a boat, still with the police tail behind him. Matt held a half-burnt cigarette between his lips, and his goggles were on the other side of the couch. He was dressed as always in his favorite striped T-shirt and dark pants. Ah, he was also sitting in the middle on the above-mentioned sofa, without any shoes or socks.

You sat down next to him, and your head automatically fell onto his shoulder. He smelled of cigarettes and his favorite perfumes, and you felt at home.

“Everything's all right?” The boy asked and looked at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes, I’m just a little tired.” You admitted softly, closing your eyelids.

“Why don’t you lie down in the bedroom? I will come to you soon, I’ll only finish three missions.” He smiled slightly and you just shook your head. You preferred to spend time with him, even if your boyfriend was just playing games and getting nervous at the light TV screen.

A few longer minutes passed and you finally opened your eyes; you looked at your boyfriend’s face, his hands frantically touching the buttons and his slowly rising stomach. Then your gaze landed lower and you noticed something you hadn’t noticed before. Your boyfriend has always disguised himself very well with his feelings, even the erotic ones... But fortunately you are a really good and caring girl.

So your hand took its place on your boyfriend’s belly, right next to his belly button. Then you moved it much lower – so that it was finally on Mail’s zip. The teen tensed a little and then looks at you.

“What are you doing, baby?”

“I see you need help, so I’m helping you.” You chuckled, and your fingers efficiently unhooked the button and slid down his pants a bit. Your warm hand and the low temperature in the room made goose bumps appear on the brunet’s whole body. Your thumb immediately began forming circles on the tip of the penis and smearing the pre-cum that was slowly flowing out. “Relax, honey. Don’t lose your concentration while the police are chasing you.”

Your hand and fingers squeezed him with sensitivity and moved so as to give your man as much pleasure as possible. You didn’t forget about the testicles, which were some of the most sensitive places on Matt’s body. After another two minutes, however, you decided to get off the couch and take care of his dick in a better way.

“... Y/N?”

“Just don't hit me with the controller.” You gave him a quick wink, and then you knelt just in front of his crotch, immediately taking the standing cock to your mouth. It was slightly salty, but it was an acceptable saltiness that you just liked.

Oral sex was a nice break from everyday life for you two; you both enjoyed giving and taking oral sex. Watching Mail’s facial expressions change was just gratifying to you, and the fact that your boyfriend was your first sexual partner made you proud to have reached the point where you could pride yourself on meeting your boyfriend’s needs well.

Your tongue was constantly working along with your mouth, which was still sucking on your hard standing penis. You also didn’t waste time swallowing saliva, you let it act as a natural lubricant and give your boy more external stimuli.

In the meantime, you were working with both hands all the time; one touched the underside of the dick and the other touched the balls or both thighs. You made it so that Matt couldn’t concentrate on playing a game anymore; he didn’t give a shit about the police and his last mission. That’s why he tossed the black pad to his left side and his dominant hand grabbing at your soft, still scented hair. He grabbed you tightly and his hips started to move sideways and up and down by themselves. The large dose of pleasure you were giving him at that moment was overwhelming. So the male closed his eyelids, allowing his mind to visualize the memories of all your previous nights; how you sat on his face, how you rode him every night, how he took you from behind and bruised your buttocks or boobs. He was thinking of you naked, in your underwear, in a bathing suit. He remembered having sex in the car during the trip to the lake, and every intercourse in the shower in your apartment.

“Good girl.” He grunted at one point, and one of his eyes opened. Saliva ran down your chin and your hair was messy - yet you looked cute and sexy to him. “You’re so good at this.”

You looked straight into his eyes, smiling. Your eyesight was confident and your movements became more powerful. As soon as you heard your boyfriend sigh, and his fingers grip more and more in your hair, you took the wet cock out of your mouth, still moving your smaller than his hand.

The white, salty liquid hit your face, and you closed your eyelids a little. When Matt finished you opened them with a glance at him.

“You look good with me on your face.” He said, leaning in after a moment and trying with his thumbs wipe the cum off your cheeks.

“I need to wash myself again, you know?” You asked, or rather stated. But you didn’t say it bad tone of voice, quite the contrary. “Maybe we’ll wash ourselves together?”

A few images of your moments together reappeared in Mail's head, so he kissed you lightly on the forehead and nodded.

“Yes, let’s wash ourselves together.”

#— 🍓 #death note #death note scenarios #death note imagines #death note x reader #death note x you #death note x y/n #mail jeevas #mail jeevas scenarios #mail jeevas imagines #mail jeevas x reader #mail jeevas x you #mail jeevas x y/n #matt #matt scenarios #matt imagines #matt x reader #matt x you #matt x y/n

[niki-phoria]

light yagami reaction - love languages

includes: reader is in college and drinks coffee, reader cries about being burnt out lol, maybe ooc l?? set during the few months when light gives up the death note NOT KIRA LIGHT

a/n: i'm in love with pre kira light

male reader (he/him pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ physical touch

(word count 183)

“hey,” you say, setting your backpack down on the ground as you pull out the chair beside light. “mind if i sit here?”

“of course not,” he smiles, subtly pushing his notes to the side to make room for your own. you ignore l’s glance as you pull out one of your textbooks and its corresponding notebook.

silence falls over the task force headquarters once again aside from the occasional noise of a mouse clicking or your pencil scraping against the page.

light occasionally glances down at your work, silently double checking your answers. he waits for you to finish answering the hardest questions before he shifts slightly closer to you. he moves now using his left hand to continue researching the yotsuba group. you smile softly when he reaches over, subtly resting his hand beside yours. you silently reach over to take his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers together before you turn your attention back to your notes.

you pretend not to hear matsuda’s cheering or light’s father scolding him in favour of absentmindedly rubbing small shapes against light’s skin.

⋆｡°✩ quality time

(word count 195)

light softly smiles to himself as he quietly enters your shared bedroom before closing the door behind himself. your body lays sprawled out on the bed - one of your arms haphazardly thrown across one of his pillows, keeping it closely pressed against your bare chest. 

a small sliver of moonlight just barely illuminates the room as light tugs his own shirt off. he tosses his clothes into a laundry basket hidden away in your closet. he slips into an old pair of your sweatpants before carefully slipping underneath the covers to lay beside you. 

you stir awake at the feeling, lifting your head up just enough to squint at him in the darkness. “light?” you whisper. 

“go back to sleep, y/n,” he murmurs. you shuffle even closer to him, tangling your legs together underneath the blankets. your arm lays draped over his side as you lean in to nuzzle yourself against his body. he stifles a chuckle, pulling you even closer. goosebumps raise along your waist when his hand ghosts against your skin. he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “i love you,” you whisper. 

“i love you too,” light murmurs.

⋆｡°✩ gift giving

(word count 184)

you stifle a small yawn as you tiredly walk back to the makeshift workstation you had set up at one of the free tables in the middle of the task force headquarters. the fluorescent lights beam down on you from above as you walk through the sea of empty desks until you find your computer. 

set delicately in the corner away from your computer is a small bouquet of flowers and a fresh cup of coffee with a small note taped to the mug. you smile softly at the sight as you approach, setting your bag down on the ground before you sit down in the chair. you push your computer aside, reaching over to grab the still-warm cup and opening the note. 

my y/n,

l asked me and the other task force members to assist him on a mission. we’ll be back soon. 

i love you, 

light

you smile as you pocket the note before you pull your phone out of your pocket to quickly send him a text before finally sitting down to start doing your work. 

i love you too

⋆｡°✩ acts of service

(word count 188)

“i don’t understand why this is necessary,” l says, reaching out to eat another chocolate-covered strawberry. the chain of their handcuffs clink as light reaches over to grab a frying pan to continue making breakfast. “you’re not even going to eat the food.”

“it’s for y/n,” light says. his attention remains focused on the stove despite the complaints of the man chained to him. “he has a few classes this morning so i’m making his lunch.”

l remains silent, instead choosing to observe light. he occasionally tugs them around the grand kitchen as he expertly moves to cook your favourite meal. the chain drags against the marble countertops with each movement, though their complaints are left unsaid.

the handcuffs clink once again as light leans over the counter, quickly writing a love note on a piece of scrap paper. “i still don’t understand,” l comments.

light simply shrugs as he slips the note and container of food into your lunchbox before returning it to your backpack. l watches over his shoulder as he sets the bag down beside the couch. “i do it because i love him.”

⋆｡°✩ words of affirmation

(word count 197)

“y/n?” light calls as he enters your shared bedroom. you flinch slightly at the sudden noise, finally pulling your attention away from your unfinished notes to look back at him. he furrows his eyebrows slightly when he steps closer, noticing your puffy eyes as he walks over to sit beside you. “is everything okay?”

“i’m fine,” you mumble, turning to look back down at your notes. “just… a little stressed.”

“you know you can tell me anything,” light frowns slightly as he reaches over to carefully grab your hand. “what’s wrong?”

you let out a small sigh as he begins to rub miscellaneous shapes against your hand. “i’m exhausted.” your voice shakes as each word leaves your mouth. “i have so much work - it all feels neverending. i don’t know what to do.”

“y/n,” light whispers. he reaches over to cup your face in his hands. “you’re incredibly smart, and handsome, and kind,” he brushes away a stray tear as it rolls down your cheek. “you don’t have to go through this alone. i’m here for you. i love you. let me take care of you.”

you nod, leaning further into light’s touch. “thank you.”

#light x reader #light x male reader #death note x reader #death note x male reader #light yagami x reader #light yagami x male reader #light fluff #light x you #light x y/n #light imagine #light one shot #light drabble #light scenario #death note imagine #death note x you #death note x y/n #death note fluff #death note scenario #death note drabble #light yagami x you #light yagami x y/n #light yagami drabble #light yagami scenario #light yagami fluff #light yagami one shot #light yagami imagine #male reader

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

"Do you need to use your safe word, Darling?"

"You look so pretty with my dick inside you, princess"

Fandom: Death Note

Pairings: Mello X Fem!Reader

Request: "Hello!! Can I request prompt “Do you need to use your safe word, darling?” With Mello pls?🤭" " I have spawned in here to request prompt 12 with mello😼" ◜By two lovely anons!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Short Fic

Warnings: Explicit smut, Cussing, Brat taming, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mello, Pet names (Darling, Slut, Princess, etc), Degrading, Dirty talk, Mello being a tease, Vaginal sex, Oral (Giving), Rough sex, Mating press position, FILTH overall, MDNI

Word Count: 1.6K

A/n: Both of you didn't mention anything about reader's gender so I went with Female reader, and I also combined both requests, hope that's ok :)

When you thought about testing Mello, this wasn't exactly what you were thinking.

It was supposed to be a stupid joke, a sarcastic one you would say; but still, a joke. When he came home today, exhausted and out of breath, he wasn't expecting you to give him shit about it. Sure; it was nearly 4 am but, so what? You're not his mom alright? He never had one actually, which was probably the reason why he was so on guarded when discussing this matter.

He wasn't used to people actually caring about him.

"I don't fucking understand! Why the fuck are you arguing with me?" Mello hissed, taking the last bite of his caramel flavored chocolate as he stared into your eyes. The click sounds of the chocolate being destroyed by his teeth kinda distracted you, but it was also turning you on at the same time.

Not that you were going to admit it. Definitely not at this moment.

"Because you're not supposed to stay outside wandering in the streets while I'm here worried sick; dying to get a reply from you!"

"Why not?! I'm a fucking adult now! I waited all these years to turn 18 and get out of that orphanage, I won't let you control me and tell me what to do!"

God this was so stupid! You had enough of this! You loved this jackass! It was enough that you knew he was about to die any moment due to him working on the Kira case, but this? It was too much.

Too much for a normal girl like you.

"You know what? I wanna break up" you blurted out, without thinking about how many times you brought the topic up. Mello simply rolled his eyes at your words, thinking how long is it gonna take for you to find out that you are never getting away from him.

"Oh? Why is it this time?"

"This time? Oh! It's actually for the same reason! You, Mello! I love you too much! Too much that I can't stand this! This is... hard for me! You're always outside, you never give me any attention; You're not even capable of satisfying me in bed!"

Oops.

"What?" His carefree tune was replaced with a harsh one, and his sharp gaze fixated on you was a manifest sign, implying to take your words back, but today you felt a bit perkier than usual, so you decided to put yourself on a knife-edge.

"What? You've gone deaf or something?" you said bluntly, but not enough to stop yourself from avoiding his stare. You knew you didn't mean any of these, but maybe you were being too easy on him, always leaving the conversation undone because he was too tired or had work to do.

"The bedroom. Now"

This tune. This serious tune of his was something you were craving for ages. It reminded you of your first hook up together when you met in a bar. How he fucked you like the good girl you were, doming you until you were sobbing for him to let you come. That night was...crazy; and seemed like tonight was going to be similar to that, or even crazier.

You nodded with obedience, heading to the bedroom as your legs trembled with excitement. It had been a while since you two had sex and this looked like a good start; right?

"Kneel" He ordered you, caressing your bottom lip as you obeyed him docilely. His thump slowly rubbed the sensitive skin, pushing them open to make room for his digit to slip inside your wet mouth.

"Good girl. I like it when you're this obedient" The grin on his face was sending shivers down your spin, releasing all the negative thoughts you were surrounded with earlier that day. He was fine, he looked fine; maybe you were a bit overreacting.

And maybe you crossed one important line of his.

"But sometimes... Sometimes you seem to forget your place" his thumb slowly exited your mouth. "But no worries for that, doll. I mean, that's why I'm here right? To remind you where you belong to"

If it was any other day you would've talked back to him, but tonight he just looked so majestic as you were watching him from below that you couldn't bring yourself to mutter a word.

Watching you looking at him with lust in your eyes, Mello just knew that your head was already filled with dirty fantasies of him bending you on his lap leaving hand prints on your skin, and maybe he was willing to make those dreams come true, but first he had other plans on his mind.

"Say, how about we have a challenge? Let's see who can last longer in this game, hm? You in?"

Well, how could you say no to this tempting offer?

Seeing the sign of approval on your face, Mello reached for his belt to get rid of all the clothes keeping you from having access to his big cock. You knew what he was after, so you lent him a hand by unzipping his pants and pulling them down to meet a erected dick hanging out in front of you, ready to feel your mouth around it.

Turning your look back to Mello, you started lightly stroking his dick with your warm hand, causing him to take a heavy breath and watch you with hidden desperation in his eyes. A small grin found its way to your lips before they crashed on his dick, making him lightly pant at the sudden arrival of pleasure. Your blowjobs were always a nice treat, so you wouldn't really blame him if he came after a while; right?

Or that's just what you were thinking at the moment.

Without wasting a second, you started bobbing your head back and forth on his length, with an unbelievably fast pace like you're life depended on it. You could already taste his precum leaking from the tip of his dick, which was definitely a good sign, and so were his grip on your hair. His sex was so warm yet so big to enjoy the taste of him on your tongue, but unlike you, he was definitely enjoying himself; you could tell that from how hard he was trying to hold back his moans. But as you thought he was about to fall apart, He suddenly pulled your hair back.

"Mhm- Ouch!" You whined, leaving his dick from your mouth while massaging the pain away on your scalp. Your eyes were on him and that stupid smug face of his, knowing that he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of winning.

"You think you can make me come? How bald" He grinned as he grabbed your upper arm, lightly pulling you upwards. He didn't want to hurt you, he was still in love with you after all; but you could take just one rough night, couldn't you?

The second you stood in front of him, he pushed you toward the bed, making you gasp with surprise as his body crashed on top of you. Now it was you who was panting for breath, while trying to hide your lewdness for his touch. The eye contact between you became tense when his hand started rubbing your clit gently, satisfied with how wet you were already even though he hadn't properly touched you yet.

"Look at you! Looks like you were enjoying that blowjob more than me! Or, is it just because you're a needy slut for my cock, huh?"

Maybe you could answer him, if your mind wasn't clogged with his virility over you.

He poked your lips lightly, smirking at how needy your throbbing cunt was for him. "Well, I can't turn down my pretty girlfriend after all, hm? Even if she acts like a bitch sometimes"

Pressing your knees on your stomach, he placed your hands on your thighs, kissing the soft skin as you felt his tip on your entrance.

And that was when it hit you. You could never win, never against him, because he was the one who had power over you, he only hadn't bother to show you that until now.

In this small game of filth, you were the loser; and even though you didn't want to admit it, you were perfectly fine with that.

"Mhm- mh- A- A- Ah- Ahhhh!"

There it was, the sudden feeling of your body burning underneath his sweaty skin, shooting drops of cum landing on his cock, creaming around him. How many times you had come already? You lost track of it after the third time, because your mind and your body was too numb to process what was happening around except for how his length was thrusting into you, hitting that sensitive spot inside. Was he protesting? Not at all, it was just making it easier for him to shove himself inside your slippery cunt, earning endless needy moans or perhaps inarticulate mutters from you.

"You look so pretty with my dick inside you, princess" He whispered next to your ear, sending shivers down your quivery spin. Of course he was having fun. He was having his way with you, humiliating your crave for his dick and how you were still too haughty to give up.

"You're trembling under me baby. I bet you won't be able to walk tomorrow. Are you sure you can take one more? Do you need to use your safe word, Darling?"

What was the point of him asking? You couldn't even respond to him because you were too busy devouring euphoria coming from his sex with your aching pussy. One thing came to your mind as your eyes rolled back with pleasure, getting the feeling of the arrival of your next climax;

That he was going to have you screaming both his name and your safe word, not so long afterwards.

Reblogs are much appreciated!

#My first Death note writing and it's smut OMG- #mello smut #Lmao I proofread and it's not bad after all #mello x reader #I'm proud of myself hehe #AshTheMadWriter's Smutember event #death note smut #death note #death note x reader #death note x you #death note x y/n #death note imagines #death note scenarios #mello heehl x reader #mello x you #mello x y/n #mello imagines #mello scenarios #mello keehl smut #mello keehl #AshTheMadWriter

[amaya-writes]

hihi, this is a weird request bc all characters have different preferences but i was wondering if you could make a hc of what type of s/o the death note characters want? 😊 if that hasn’t already been requested

Notes: I got 2 reqs like this which i think is very cute

Warnings: n/a just fluff

Characters involved: L, Light, Mello, Near

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

L

L would be into someone who is independent.

He's always busy and working on new cases which is why he needs a partner who is able to take care of themselves, someone who can understand how he can't be around all the time.

He finds extroverted people quite interesting, and would probably be more inclined toward someone who is openly kind and understanding.

Someone who can initiate conversations and even affection since L can be awkward around people.

He also thinks the fact that other people seem to be pretty comfortable around this type of person is intriguing, which is why he probably tries to see if your kindness is an act.

Once he knows for sure that you aren't pretending or anything, L gets comfortable around you easily, seeking out that warmth and kindness you so easily give to others.

Light

Light is attracted to intellectual people.

On one hand, this is because he's smart and wants someone like him, but on the other, he just wants someone who can easily keep up with him. Someone he doesn't need to fill in all the time.

Someone who can easily assist him but can also be fun to play with.

To others you might be a very smart person, however, you're not nearly at L and Light's level, which is perfect for him.

It means you can hold your own but you are in no position to threaten or one-up him.

Light probably meets you at school or college and initially thinks nothing of you, categorizing you as one of the many people who he can use in the future.

However, it's only when he realises you somehow have no interest in him whatsoever (whether it be platonic, romantic or just curiosity), that Light finally gets interested in you.

He likes the idea of a chase and is more than happy to make you see what you've been missing out on.

He didn't expect to fall for you, but once he does, Light is quick to make you his.

Mello

Mello is into the more homely type of people. The kind who wear warm sweaters and like hugging people, the kind who makes you smile just because they're beside you.

People would think he would be attracted to someone like him, someone who's kind of badass, but after a childhood of neglect and an adulthood of violence, Mello is drawn to your calm, homely nature.

You remind him that there are good parts of the world, parts that he just didn't get to see, parts that he wants to explore with you.

Whether it be soft relationship moments or mundane everyday things that Mello had never experienced before.

He also likes how after a day of work at the mafia he can come back to you, sometimes even littered with wounds, and you will always accept him with open arms.

Mello appreciates the tinge of normalcy you bring to his life, and thinks that just being around you makes him happy.

He's a very Tsundere person though, so you might not realise how much you actually mean to him.

Near

Near is attracted to quiet people.

Unlike L who seeks out someone who is the opposite of him, Near finds comfort in being around someone similar to him, someone who makes it easier to talk to them.

He thinks it's their similarities that allows him to open up more without the fear of saying too much or too little, of being weird.

Near met you during one of the rare times he decided to take some time off of work and go about the city.

You weren't anything special, in fact, you blended in so seamlessly at first he didn't even spare you a second glance. It was only when you looked up at the sound of a new person entering the cafe that Near turned towards you.

He had obviously noticed your presence when he entered, but he hadn't bothered to pay attention to you until then.

It takes weeks of the two of you going to the same cafe before he bothers looking into you, for intel of course, and decides that you're perfectly ordinary and thus are in no way a spy or threat.

Near finds himself talking to you a while after that.

You're the first one to approach him and start the conversation, but as time passes Near finds himself taking daily breaks off of work to meet you.

He thinks it's refreshing to talk to someone who isn't a criminal or figure of justice, and looks forward to your little talks.

Over time, Near allows your relationship to develop into something more.

#l lawilet #light yagami x reader #mello x y/n #near x reader #l lawliet x y/n #light x reader #mello x reader #near dn #l lawliet x reader #light yagami x you #mello headcanons #near death note #l x y/n #light x you #mello x you #near x you #l death note #light x y/n #mello scenario #near headcanons #death note x you #death note x reader

[themissinghand]

Omniscient Reader Viewpoint Have You Seen My Werepuppy?

Summary: In which our lovely regressor turned into a werewolf and craves your attention. (Or Kim Dokja wants some love too)

Pairing: Yoo Joonghyuk x GN! Reader x Kim Dokja 

Note: Love these two idiots to death. So here is a fluffy short.

Warning: None.

★・・・・・・★

[New Scenario available]

[Only available to incarnation "Yoo Joongyhyuk"]

[Accept?]

[Yes/No]

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ urges incarnation "Yoo Joonghyuk" to accept the scenario]

"What is the reward?" Yoo Joonghyuk says, suspicious of his intentions. 

[10,000 coins]

"What do I have to do?" 

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ tells incarnation "Yoo Joonghyuk" to make a choice quickly before he offers it to other incarnations] 

Yoo Joonghyuk twitched his eyebrow before he glared at the floating blue screen. 

"Don't you dare." Han Sooyoung (who believed she was at the wrong place and wrong time), warned him. 

"If it's something dangerous, I'm not going to take responsibility for your sorry ass." 

"Shut up."

Without another moment of thought, Yoo Joonghyuk accepted the scenario. 

"You idiot-"

A bright light and Yoo Joonghyuk prepared himself for a fight. 

But once the bright light faded away, there was nothing but a blue screen in front of him. 

He heard a dramatic gasp beside him, but his focus was on the blue screen. His eyes widened before he dropped to the ground on one knee and he felt his body change.

He can hear Loki, that bastard, and Han Sooyoung just laughing at him.

“For a scary bastard like you, you have a fluffy ass tail!”

Kim Dokja wasn't sure what he was witnessing. 

Everyone was panicking, to say the least, and you weren’t there. 

Perfect. 

A growling Yoo Joonghyuk in werewolf form. His sword was gripped tightly in his hand, and no matter what others were yelling, he wouldn't budge. It was as if he was protecting his territory, and Kim Dokja assumed it was because of his new transformation. 

Kim Dokja curses at whichever constellation that did this.

Kim Dokja felt a chill down his spine when the protagonist met his eyes. It was glaring at him like a mad dog, while grinding his teeth and brandishing his sword.

What did he do now? He didn't even do anything!

What could he even do? When that sunfish is swinging swords at whoever comes close? When that bastard is so angry that he is emitting such a murderous aura? 

Damn you protagonist! 

"What's going on?" Kim Dokja let out a sign of relief when you walked to his side.

You who had just come back from your training with Jung Heewon, and were very much tired to deal with this, but came anyway. 

After all, it is the sunfish bastard that you and Kim Dokja know very well.

As a fellow reader who committed to finishing the longest web novel in history, you bet that you would be here (with Kim Dokja) to make sure the protagonist survives. 

That is what you two swore upon after the world turned upside down. Just an oath between readers, as friends, to survive.

"That idiot turned into a werewolf!"

Thanks Han Sooyoung. 

"Is it Loki again?" You responded immediately and Kim Dokja returned a nod and a sigh.

“God Dammit. Alright, so Dokja, any plans or…” 

Dokja put a hand on your shoulder, “Nope, I got none-”

Holy shit, did Yoo Joonghyuk just growl at him? 

Kim Dokja heard a sigh beside him and something about more work before his best friend walked ahead. 

"(Y/N)! Don't get too close!" 

"That ahjussi went crazy!"

"Stay back! You're not a match for Master!"

The kids yelled and even Kim Dokja wanted to stop you, but after he saw how calm and collected you were, Kim Dokja held back. 

As always, you were confident and quick to adapt in any situation. Perhaps you noticed something about the werewolf state.

Until Kim Dokja saw you unbuttoning the top button and exposing your neck-

"(Y/N)! What are you doing?" Kim Dokja flushes. He would have rushed to your side if Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't ready to pounce on him.

"What a big angry pup." Kim Dokja hopes that his best friend won't be cut in half. 

But it was odd. The closer you went, the less fussy that sunfish seemed. In fact, when you stood in front of the growling wolf, the wolf seem to stop and wonder as well.

On how in the world that this little person wasn't afraid of him, and why they was exposing their neck-

“(Y/N)!”

You put up both hands in surrender before you spoke.

"Put down your sword, Joonghyuk-ah." 

Slowly (shockingly), the protagonist lowered his sword. Then, he just stared. 

What the fuck is happening? 

The sunfish hugged you and buried his face deep in the older's shoulder. Wait no, the Yoo Joonghyuk was sniffing your neck like a wolf. 

You and Kim Dokja let out a long sigh.

"(Y/N)?" 

"Yes?" Kim Dokja flinched when Yoo Joonghyuk growled at him and wrapped both arms around you possessively. 

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" 

"I'm fine. At least for now."

"Shouldn't we try to reverse this?" 

"We could, but we don't know what scenario Joonghyuk-ah got. Whatever it is, I'm assuming he must finish it. Right Loki?"

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ is nodding in agreement]

"Then shouldn't we try to get Master to communicate with us?" 

You rubbed the little wolf’s head and the other responded by rubbing his head back. 

Who would have thought that Yoo Joonghyuk could be tamed? 

Kim Dokja on the other hand, felt like whatever this scenario was, Yoo Joonghyuk was taking full advantage of it, seeing how the wolf kept looking his way in a smug way.

"He can't read, write, or speak, but he can fight like a wolf, and recognize people. Though if there is one thing about the scenario, it most likely has something to do with me." 

“Yea, and against me.” You chuckled at your best friend’s annoyed face, and he rolled his eyes. 

"Alright, alright, give me a day and I’ll see if I can figure it out. I'm gonna spend a day with this baby wolf." 

“Baby wolf? More like a beast.” Han Sooyoung quipped, and many agreed. 

You on the other hand had no issues, even while feeling the wolf’s sharp teeth against your neck. You thought it was cute that the Yoo Joonghyuk wanted your attention.

"If we're talking about taming animals, usually it would be Gilyoung-ah and Yoosung-ah to take care of it. But this one bites. So I'll take care of it." The children nod reluctantly. 

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is amused by this situation]

While others seem a bit hesitant, after your reassurance, they trusted you to figure this out. Kim Dokja on the other hand, was very worried, and so decided to stay in the vicinity in case anything were to go wrong.

"Now then," You lean back into Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest and his body, feeling his body engulf your smaller one. 

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is cooing at how cute you two look]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ have sponsored you 1000 coins]

"Let's tame a wolf."

Kim Dokja couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous (just a little), as he watched his best friend invest all of their attention on the protagonist. 

And he knows that the werewolf is happy and smug about it! 

When you feed Yoo Joonghyuk, when you groom him, and when you have to physically entertain him, Kim Dokja knew this was a scenario to mess with him. 

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ hints to Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ to steal Incarnation ‘(Y/N)’ away]

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ agrees and urges Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ to be a brave man]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is excited for the drama to unfold and is at the edge of her seats]

Kim Dokja sighs and before he could say anything, you called. 

“Dokja! I think I know what it is now!”

Kim Dokja widen his eyes in relief, finally-

“I think he just wants to make you jealous, so you have to kiss him or something. Like Beauty and the Beast!” 

Kim Dokja’s jaw dropped.

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ squeals]

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is pulling out his hair]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is questioning your IQ but encourages anyway]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ have sponsored you 1000 coins]

“Haha, just kidding, look at your faces. Ow, Hey!” Yoo Joonghyuk nibs at your neck, leaving another mark. 

“(Y/N)...” Kim Dokja groans in frustration.

“But I do know the solution.” You say while suddenly standing up, knocking the wolf in his chin, and in that swift moment, you flipped your positions, with the wolf under your knee.

“You’re a good boy aren’t you?” 

In the next moment, you kissed the fluttered wolf on his nose and then whispered in his ear, 

“What a good boy.” In the most seductive voice you can mutter. 

“(Y/N)?!” Kim Dokja blushed slightly at how provocative you and Yoo Joonghyuk's position looked. 

One part of him want to be in that position too-

“Alright, you got what you wanted right? Loki?” 

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ is happy]

“What? What did he want?” Kim Dokja was confused in the midst of all the messages from literally every constellation.

Until Kim Dokja saw it.

Yoo Joonghyuk in his human form, blushing.

Under you. 

It didn’t last long before he violently reacted and wanted to murder both of you, but by then, you and Kim Dokja had already ran for your lives, and you with a picture in your hand.

“Worth it!” 

“Bruh, you’re telling me the Yoo Joonghyuk has a praise kink?” 

Han Sooyoung began running too.

“Oh and Dokja,” Kim Dokja looked your way, and suddenly he received a peck on his cheek. 

“Don’t sulk just because you didn’t get a kiss.” 

“Wha-” Kim Dokja flushed and put a hand to cover it.

“Don’t worry, you’re a good boy too.” 

“(Y/N)!” He screeches as he suddenly sprints faster away in embarrassment.

“(Y/N)! Collect your wolf hubby!” 

"I'm going to kill you (Y/N)!"

The chaos lasted for a bit, and in the midst of all that chaos, Loki was able to auction the video and images of every moment in the scenario. 

Needless to say, Uriel and Secretive Plotter was definitely winning the majority of that auction.

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