#deathnote l lawliet angst

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Your throat burns something awful and no matter how many times you try, you can’t swallow the lump in the back of it. L’s hands are in his pockets casually as he watches you from across the room. He’s sure you’re bluffing, otherwise he’d show some emotion, right?

“L, are you even listening?”

“I hear you, do you?”

“What?” It comes out more of a sigh.

“Hear yourself, do you?”

“You better not be saying I’m talking crazy for wanting my boyfriend to give me affection.”

His face gives nothing away still, large eyes unblinking as if you’re discussing something minute.

“You know I don’t have enough time and you’re demanding more.”

You throw your hands down from where they had been conjoined in front of you, “No, I’m asking that when you are present with me, you’re actually there. You barely touch me anymore, you hardly talk to me if it’s not an emergency or a favor!”

“So.. you want to have more sexual intercourse.” His thumb is between his lips, lips you haven’t kissed for weeks and lips you want to sew shut to see him struggle like you do when he shushes you to silence.

You’re standing in front of the bed, he’s by the door where’s he been since he came in and you tried to talk to him about his neglect.

“Sure, I don’t know. Just acknowledge me when you spend time with me.” You huff out, irritation pinching your expression.

“If you don’t know, why are you starting a fight?” He asks like it’s a genuine question and not a dig at your attempts at communication that have gone without comprehension. He quirks his head to the side, stepping forth to examine you head-to-toe like you’re a piece of evidence. His gaze is far away, two weeks in the future on a date he’d been awaiting for months but to you it just looks like he’s spacing out, lately a consistent state when he’s around you. It drives you crazy, the insane itch of hatred crawls up your spine and vibrates off of you.

You shake in rage, knowing it’s intentional your crazy smart boyfriend is pretending to be confused until you drop it. It won’t work this time.

You’re done explaining, done begging and suddenly all the fight dies. Your shoulders slump and your expression relaxes, a smirk twitches on L’s face, gone before you can point it out.

You turn around and march towards the closet, soft and purposeful as you reach the bag you’ve packed. You swing it over your shoulder and watch the faint victorious smile fall from his face when you emerge.

You don’t say anything as you pluck your phone from the bed, walking towards where he stands beside the door.

You remember every time you’d pleaded with him and he spun your words like a web around you, sticking you in meanings you both know you hadn’t intended. Every time, he would urge you to get some rest, pecking your cheek before disappearing out of the room and leaving you with teary eyes, trying to make some sense of this so loveless love you lived in.

You stopped by his frame, noting the close friendship between his eyebrows as he tried to mentally explain away your behavior. Ever so slowly, you lifted yourself up on tippy toes and pecked his cheek, leaving a harsh red stain before opening the door and leaving him forever.

You’re not sure if he’s crying, if he misses you but you are sure you’ve done enough of both of those while dating him and now that you’re free, you’re not going to waste anymore time on him.

And as he watches you on street cameras, climbing into a taxi and fading into the traffic, he wishes he’d spent more free time with you and not planning for the perfect proposal.

[lightnotyagami]

This second of life, Feels like forever.

Dead character × reader (angst)

A/n: im sorry

Summary: he died (rip pookie)

Tw/cw: death, depression, not being able to get over lovers death, reader is emotionally dependend, implied schizophrenic episode, reader is a suicidal + Correct me if i missed anything !!

a moon without its sun, a laughter without its joy, a music without its dancer. A sigh with none of its happiness, a life without any hope and a soul that was not whole. It wasn't the first time you have seen this scene, the night sky with its full moon and the starry sky above it, but today was different. The sky wasn't as clear anymore. The starry sky now had clouds blocking all light from reaching the earth. The moon didn’t shine bright enough to light up the world below. Everything was dark except for what was illuminated by the glow of your house’s porch light.

28.584 hours

1191 days

170 weeks and 1 day without him.

There were only three things that could make you smile- his kisses, the smell of food on his breath when he came home, and the feeling of being cuddled against his chest.

but what happens when you take that away? What is left when you take a yin its Yang away? There are no words to describe the pain, the emptiness in your heart, the grief that takes over every inch of your body. You tried so hard to forget about him, but the memories always resurface just a little too late. You try to distract yourself with your friends’ and family's company, but it doesn't help much. Your mind won’t focus on anything other than the empty spot in your bed where he should be resting right now, curled up next to you as he slept. You wanted to be able to wake up to him snuggling into him while he slept, but that wont ever happen again .It hurt more than anything else you've ever felt.The tears that you've been holding back began falling down your cheeks.You sniffled loudly as your hands started shaking and your voice came out shaky. “I miss him.”Your voice barely audible. “Why can't you come back?” You closed your eyes tightly trying to stop the tears from flowing freely, but it seemed like it would never end. Even if it did, it wouldn't change the fact that you'd feel worse after they fell. The door opened slowly as someone made their way towards you quietly closing the door behind them.

"seriously, still crying?" You heard someone say. You knew that voice, that tone of voice. It always brought a small smile to your face. The voice that made everything feel lighter, even during the darkest of times. “it's already been 3 yesrs since i died; you shouldn't cry anymore.” He said as he sat down next to you wrapping an arm around your shoulders. It was silent for a few minutes before you finally responded. “It's not that easy" you cried now in his arms "why didnt you take me with you.."

Characters: light yagami , L lawliet , scaramouche , aether , kaeya , diluc , gojo , Levi Ackermann , eren yeager , Armin altert , reiner , tanjiro , akaza ,

[pronoun-note]

Ohhhh ok so maybe I’m crying

[juicequeen21]

Death Note Au where L is a human scientist trying to research the supernatural world and Light is a supernatural creature (you decide what kind) who is trying to research humans. L puts out an advertisement looking for a research assistant and Light takes it so he can study a human up close. Light doesn't tell L what he is. They slowly fall in love and L doesn't know the whole time and eventually Light reveals it to him.

[cherubguts0]

Idk why but I love the idea of L not being able to arrest light after finding out he’s Kira because he’d fallen head over heals in love with him.

Like for the first time in his life, L has no clue what to do, he’s stuck between doing the right thing and his own feelings.

[sheepishvagabond]

Tag Nine People You Want To Get To Know Better

Whaaat lol! I got tripple tagged so I had to do it. Thanks @real-scoliosis @sp1cy-paprika @itslight666 ! This'll be a blast. (Actually I can't find the posts now? So I think it was yall?)

three ships: L/Light Cicero/Listener Cole/Inquisitor (I can't think of many but these are some of my favs)

first ever ship: This is way back in the ancient times but honestly, pretty sure it was still Lawlight. My teen brain breathing in all that gay angst had me screaming.

last song: Heathens by Aurora

currently reading: Deathnote fanfics. So. So many. Otherwise, the Egyptian book of the dead!

currently watching: Inside Job (actually, I totally ship characters in it)

consuming: Boiled corn and parsnips with some weed for desert.

currently craving: Ice ice bb

Gonna bug nine people now, watch me go. @god-of-this-new-blog @captainhysunstuff @omonote @l-lawliets-pussy @bi-snapdragon @lightyaoigami @lousvintagehelmet @transfemlight @ellenoir

Sorry for the tags folks! I went for names I see often and people who seem super cool! <3

[my-weird-fandom]

I’m starting to work on an angst fic for death note and the concept pretty much is Light and L were raised together to be detectives at Wammy’s (along with B, A etc).

Light ends up leaving to do his own thing (probably reunite with his family) but then after a few years becomes Kira.

L ends up going on the case because he’s like, “Oh, this is interesting and won’t make me bored.” (Just like in the Manga/Show)

So L is hunting Kira down while silently pining for Light after becoming reunited with him while also truly hoping he’s wrong about Light being Kira.

Obviously i’m switching up the ages a bit so there isn’t as big as a difference. Chapters will come slowly but look out for that on my ao3 i’m working on the first chapter now! https://archiveofourown.org/users/my_weird_fandom

[rly-deathnote-headcanons]

Near probably has severe survivors guilt and thinks to himself “had I just been more like L they would all be alive...” 

[illusionsartwork]

Play for my fumbling process in procreate!

[p0ssywhippedcream]

L Quickies:

NSFW

- How he kept his hair downstairs.

- Messy/Rough sex with him.

- L making you suck on his thumb

- How he eats pussy

- L fingering you while he’s working

- Giving L sloppy head HC

- Reasons L likes sex positions where he can see your face

- Pervert!L headcannons part 1

- Pervert!L headcannons part 2

- Riding L

- MGS with slight pervert!L

- Foodplay syrup headcannons

- L using chocolate syrup on your body during sex

- How L’s body reacts to an orgasm

- L makes you squirt for the first time

- L and Light helping you with sexual frustration

- L bending you over and experimentally fingering you from the back

- Light walking in on L eating reader out and watching

- L defending reader from Light being a dick to her

- L bending you over and “researching” your body from the back

- L fingerfucking ftm!reader

- L being unable to concentrate and jerking off to the thought of you

- Using flavored lube with L

- Giving L a blowjob after he had a long day

- L getting jealous and making sure you know who you belong to

- Semi-Public bathroom sex with L, almost getting caught/getting caught

- Dom-ish afab!reader riding L

- Voyeur!L Lawliet masturbating to reader getting naked, a part two to L watching reader smoke and dance in her room ↓

- L saying fuck during a fuck lol

- How L explicitly worships and eats out reader

- L eating reader out after she teases him in a swimsuit

- Fucking L for the first time (and seeing his HUGE dick)

- L’s jealousy headcannons

- Teasing L in a a Halloween Costume

- Freaky L hcs!!

SFW

- How hugs with L would feel

- Sitting in his lap while he works cause you miss him

- Nervous reader thinking you guys should break up but he reassures/comforts you

- Chocolate Headcannons

- First time he silently tells you he loves you

- Sitting together on a cold day and sharing a first kiss

- L learning how to use a smartphone camera by taking your picture

- L touching a curly haired readers hair for the first time

- Sharing a childhood snack with L and Light

- L being jealous of Light flirting with you

- L confessing to fellow detective reader he has feelings for her while they’re chained together

- Reader naming all the reasons she finds L beautiful to reassure him

- L comforting and caring for reader while she’s on her period

- L watching reader smoke and dance to music late at night as he observes the Yagami family

- Non-binary!reader coming out and L helping you be comfortable in your skin

- L with a crush on fellow detective reader, they share his first kiss

- Misa putting L’s hair up in pigtails to L’s dismay (delight)

- L comforts reader who is stressed and hurt

- L on a weed gummy!!

- L neglects the relationship while planning for something, unbeknownst to you, and you confront him (hurt/no comfort breakup!!)

- Sexually Frustrated: L doesn’t pay you enough attention but he puts his skillful mouth to good use to make up for it.

- Sex Relief: L keeps his word and stays attentive to his partners feelings and sex drive, getting a blow job and some bomb sex out of it.

- Strip Club Surprise: L meets a friend of Misa’s who works in entertainment and looses his v-card

- Carnal Desires: A sexually frustrated, stubborn L refuses to say anything about his feelings until one night, when it all becomes too much.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Could I possibly get some angst where L loses his composure and lashes at the reader because he's stressed? It can be angst to comfort if you're more comfy with that :)

Of course you can, lovebug! I honestly love angst but nobody ever requests it so thank you! <3

It’s been a long day, for both of you. You’re walking on eggshells and L’s mindlessly covering the floor in them with his grumpy mood.

He’s pacing right now, thumb between his lips and gnawed at roughly for the fourth time in 15 minutes. You’re holding a tray of snacks and watching him from the doorway. You’re worried about him. He’s had rough cases, sure, but right now he looks like he’d glare you through the floor if you tried to help.

It’s always like this when cases arise where there’s some kind of parent-child situation. His righteousness overfills and his moral compass skews more than usual, leaving him a frustrated, exhilarating wreck at the end for you to take care of.

You step into the room and his head whips around to stare blankly at you, questioning your audacity to enter his sacred space.

“Hi, sweetheart. I brought some snacks, maybe you’d like to take a break?”

His eyes narrow and he turns his face away from you.

“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. I’m far too busy for a break.”

You nod and weave around his body to put the food down on his desk nonetheless, knowing he’ll still appreciate the gesture.

“Okay, well it’s here when you want it. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

His cold eyes are locked on the tray.

“I thought I just told you I don’t need a break, am I incorrect to believe you heard me?”

You stutter, confused. “Well, yes… I just assumed you’d want to eat sometime.” You always end up doing so anyway is left unsaid but heard.

“I don’t.”

“…”

You stand there, unmoving and kind of stuck not knowing where to go from here.

“What are you doing? I said I don’t. I said I’m not taking a break. You’re just standing there as if I’ve said nothing, a little disrespectful, don’t you think?”

Geez, where did the entitlement come from?

“You don’t mean that. You’re stressed.” You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself more than him, maybe you are.

“Of course I’m stressed, Y/n! Are you as stupid as you look? You’re not making this any easier. You should leave now before my focus is ruined entirely.”

You can’t even fight it, your legs are moving before you can think. He’s never this cruel, never to you. You’re aware you’re not as smart as he is but fuck, does he have to rub it in?

The sound of the door slamming wakes him from his trance and he turns to look longingly after. He hadn’t expected you to actually leave, you always stay with him during hard cases. How insensitive of you to leave him during this time of difficulty, do you even care about him?

Two people stand incredibly hurt by one another on different sides of a door. A tear slips from one’s eye, a audible crunch from the others mouth as he chews on his nail. When he finally sits back at his chair, he doesn’t care about your feelings anymore. He can’t afford to, he has to focus on this case. You can wait, justice cannot.

When you finally leave the building to go on a walk, you’re over it. You’ve forgiven mentally, given excuses for him before he can even apologize but the words still linger..

Still create painful illustrations of insecurities you’d buried prematurely, taking chunks of your confidence easily. The zombies of your past come back for you, eating you alive on a park bench as you question your devotion to your boyfriend. The ghosts of his past haunt him as he stares at a broken child’s face on his computer monitor, driving him to dedicate another sleepless day to solving the case.

Your face is hardened, stone cold and uncaring. You don’t even notice you’re crying until you feel your shirt become cold with tears. You smear them carelessly, angrily really, and fight the urge to scream.

How dare he? How dare you? How dare life? How are you supposed to go on feeling like this? How can everyone else just go about their day in pain? How do you forgive and forget? How do you live?

L’s fingers mindlessly pluck a strawberry from the tray, he’s through four before he realizes you were right. He’s through nine before the guilt settles in. He’s through the whole bowl before he lets himself grieve.

He stares longingly at the door, waiting for you to return so he can love you. He sent you out so he could focus but right now, all he can think about is the pain you must be in. He has no idea.

A pigeon lands on a sleeping person, crumpled on a park bench and shivering in their thin clothes. They’re completely unaware of the terror their boyfriend feels nearly four miles away as they rest, the eye bags almost as bad as his finally relaxing. They’re also unaware of the buzzing of their phone. They’re at peace, troubles far from their thoughts but nearby in physicality.

A pigeon flies away as a group of men approach the park bench. The phone buzzes more urgently. The person sleeps ever soundly. The case remains unsolved.