#light x y/n

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Could we possibly get L and reader going at it (wink wink) and then Light literally walks in on them? Whether he joins or not is up to you, i dont mind either way :)

this is the req i was done with and deleted and i’m kms it was so beautiful… here we go take two please work this time 😭🙏

Anyways thanks for participating, sweetlove! means the world <33

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L was a man of strategy. He was intelligent and bold and he’d do just about anything to win, no matter how weird it was. Once, you witnessed him tackle somebody in a bear suit while selling crepes in order to get information on the U.S. government. So his strategies ranged from slightly unreasonable to grass-fed cows in the mayor’s house.

Today, it was grass-fed cows in your house. He came to you with the idea and somehow managed to make you think it was a good one. His logic was that since Light very clearly had a crush on L’s girlfriend and he couldn’t do anything to stop it, he may as well take advantage of it.

L would take you in front of Light, perhaps offer him to join to build trust and vulnerability. You agreed, but things got more complicated when he began taking you on every possible surface in the Taskforce, whenever he had time. It was hard not to cringe when Matsuda made a sandwich on the bare kitchen counter.

Today, L has you propped on a sofa in one of the many living rooms, stripped down to nothing as he sits on his knees. Your back arches and you whimper as he sucks your clit into his mouth teasingly.

"Fuck, L..." Your head flies back and rests off the edge of the couch.

His hands wrap around your waist to pull your cunt closer towards him, a smirk on his lips as he drags his tongue down to your drooling core. So lost in your pleasure and loud cries, you don't hear a door open behind you.

Light stands there dumbfounded, holding a stack of documents he'd been dragging around for the past half hour searching for L. He's at an angle where he can see the back of couch where your head thrashes and just barely the side, where he can see your thighs around L's distinctive hair.

His mouth goes dry as you let out a whine. His brain goes crazy between what would make him seem less like Kira and desire for you. For once, the human part of him wins and he takes a step further into the room, slowly closing the door.

He tentatively walks in farther, placing the papers on a table and forgetting about them as he gets closer. At this point he can see your breasts from how deeply your back is arched and L's face buried in your pussy, your legs shaking terribly on his shoulders.

Light stops where he is, a mere few feet away and watches as L pleasures you the way he's dreamed of. Then his breathing stops too, when L's eyes shoot from your face to his. Light waits for screaming commence, to get kicked out and locked in a cell for being a pervert.

But that doesn't happen. L's mouth curves into a amused grin on your clit and lets Light see his tongue flick your clit eagerly. Your whole body is covered in a blush blossoming from where L's fluffy, black hair is. Then you start to make this beautiful, ethereal sound.

Goosebumps appear on your legs and your hands reach between them to tug on L's hair. You sound needy, desperate, pathetic. Light itches to move, to take over. He wants to be the one making you sound like you've reached heaven.

But when he sees the way L is looking at him, he knows that if he wasn't already crossing boundaries, he surely would be then.

So he watches as your chest rises and doesn't fall. He watches he your thighs squeeze infinitely tight and your hands tug hard. He watches as everything tenses and then releases as your cunt gushes all over L with the prettiest sound ever falling from your lips.

There's a beat as you collapse and catch your breath, eyes closed as your shoulders slump in. L slowly pulls his head from you and kisses your thigh.

Then he turns to Light and says, "Would you like to give it a try?"

[rosazoldyckk]

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒!𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑌𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑖 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Fandom: Death Note. Genre: Idk. Yandere Genre? TW’s: Obsessive/possessive thinking. Mentions of kidnapping and death. If these trigger you then pls read with caution or skip

403 words

Light has waited long enough, he is claiming you right here and right now. If he waits even one more second he'll rip his eyes out. For months now the seemingly ‘patient’ man had been stalking watching you, observing every single thing about you, keeping you safe, courting you, spoiling you rotten and for the love of God you still haven't taken the hint.

This behaviour won't do sweetheart, not at all.

He feels like tearing off his fingernails as he watches some stranger flirt with you, his blood boiling with complete rage. Can't you understand that he needs you in order to live? Don’t you see that he'd get down on his hands and knees and kiss the very ground you walked on?

You sure do love to push him to his limit, don't you sweetheart?

After tonight nothing is going to be the same ever again. He wasn't able to win your heart the good old fashioned way, therefore it is time for him to use brute force. He will make you love him, he'll make you so obsessed with him that it will be impossible to live without him, you will need Light just as much as he needed you. After all, you are the beginning and end of who he is. You are everything he could ever care for and more. You must understand that Light truly adores you. He would praise every hair on your head, every breath you take, every glance you give in his direction. You fill his mind to the point that it's difficult for him to focus, seeing you in the dark when he closes his eyes. He feels himself reaching out to your shadow. He just wants you. Light wants you. Light needs you.

You are his salvation. Your voice, his mantra. Your body, his church. He was a dangerous sinner that no recognition of the taste of heaven that you so mercifully provided. He was not one to pray, as he knew he had long abandoned any influence of such, but if it meant he could forever keep you close within arms reach, then he would cry his prayers to the heavens for all to hear.

And if you decide to die in the end... At least the two of you can do it together, like lovers. Maybe things didn't work out in this life but in the next he is sure that you can finally be together.

[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

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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

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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

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“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

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“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.”

[undyneluvs]

Hii welcome to the world of tumblr✨

Can I have hcs of Light Yagami’s kinks?

a/n: Thank you! I’m so happy that I’m getting reqs so fast🥹 I have 2 waiting in my box rn Here it is!

Light Yagami Kink HCS

smut under the cut!!

Risky Sex

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Light knew that a requesting quick handjob in the middle of class was too risky. It could damage his future career, get him suspended and get the reputation as some kind of pervert or delinquent. But thats what he loved most about it. The thrill. The idea of being caught. He also just misses your hand, because you’re the only one who knows which spots are more sensitive than others.

Handcuffs

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He enjoys seeing you so helpless. Watching your hips squirm around and your body flinch and hearing you whisper was something he enjoyed. Those noises that you let out - and the movements you were making told him that he was doing a great job. It also helped him find your most vulnerable spot, which once he found it, he will absolutely not move on and just keep abusing that area.

Somnophilia

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Imagine this - the two of you as a couple and sharing the same bed, perhaps during a sleepover or just deciding to sleep together as if the two of you were married. Feeling you wiggle your hips around in your sleep and ending up pressing your ass against his crotch always turned him on, especially since he would usually be boxers and you would be in laced panties.

“M’sorry.. I can’t contain myself..” He’d say in a pretty sleepy tone of voice.

God Complex

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This is so self explanatory, I shouldn’t have to explain it. He is Kira. He believes he is better than everyone else and whenever you and him are having sex, he goes on and on how lucky you are to be receiving the dick of someone who plays out the role of God. Or whenever you’re sucking his dick, he’ll say a few things.

“How’s Kira’s dick, girl?”

“D’ya like it? Are you enjoying it? Of course you are.”

Degrading

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There is no way Light is into praising, especially with him and Misa’s relationship! She’s such a pretty girl and always got yelled at, but you on the other hand love that. Misa can complain all she wants, but being yelled at by Light always sent juices flowing down your thighs and blush spread across your face.

“Take it like the slut you are.”

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[keijislove]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐲

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: YES | NO

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮(𝒔): 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴...

YAGAMI LIGHT

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I feel like pre-Kira Light would actually be a super sweet and caring boyfriend

If his s/o is shy they can be assured he’s going to leave absolutely no chance to tease them about it

He finds it absolutely adorable how shy they are, and would probably tease them about it even before they got together

If someone, however, made fun of his s/o’s shyness (other than him ofc) man would be ready to throw hands

But of course, he doesn’t, instead choosing to let his mouth curl into a painfully scary smile as he asks them to repeat their jab at his s/o’s shyness, which seems enough for them to stutter out an apology and run away

Though pre-Kira Light would always respect his s/o’s boundaries and never force them into anything, their shyness would awaken a slightly sadistic side to Kira-Light

He enjoyed immensely watching his s/o squirm and struggle to find words even in simple everyday occasions

Often in the bedroom, he’d play dumb and get his s/o to tell him exactly what it was they wanted, their stuttering and blushing being a huge turn on for him

“Tell me where you want me, darling,” he’d coo calmly, “Use that pretty little mouth of yours.”

L LAWLIET

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L has had his fair share of quietness and keeping to himself, so he understands if his s/o might be a little shy around people

He finds it quite cute, actually

Most people thought his s/o was arrogant and stuck up when they refused to speak in public, but L knew better than that.

He knew they just struggled a little and were shy when it came to social interactions

L is known to be extremely curious and experimental in nature, which is why it’s a guilty pleasure of his to rile his s/o up in public

When the investigation of the Kira case was underway, every single time his s/o had a report to announce verbally, L would discreetly place his hands on their waist/ thigh and watch in amusement as they stuttered and stumbled over words

He quite enjoyed watching their face grow red from the contact

Although he can be a little shit at times, L would definitely never force his s/o into anything he knew they were uncomfortable with

That doesn’t mean he won’t tease them about it, though (just a little ;))

MIHAEL KEEHL

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Will probably be a bigger tease than both Light and L put together if that’s possible

Mello thinks his s/o is the most adorable human being ever and it takes everything in him not to ‘aww’ out loud whenever they blush upon being complimented/ spoken to

This may sound odd, but Mello tries keeping them as uninvolved and out of his work as possible

The mafia is a dark place, and the world even more so and he doesn’t want to lose someone as precious as his s/o to this cruel world

Squishes their cheeks whenever they blush. I said it.

“Babe, are you okay? You look like a tomato,” he’d tease, feeling rather proud of himself for being able to make his s/o blush with his words as they’d quietly mumble for him to shut up

God forbid if anyone ever dared to make fun of their shyness in front of him

Mello can be quite terrifying when it’s required, and would most probably kill scare that person into never daring to look at his s/o ever again

MAIL JEEVAS

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Kinky little shit, his s/o’s shyness probably turns him on rather than make him laugh

Would most definitely make them sit on his lap while he played video games, his hand never leaving their thigh, moving up and down it in a teasing manner, it being extremely entertaining to watch them squirm in place

Would be extremely annoying about it and play dumb, wanting to watch his s/o struggle for words as they increasingly grew more flustered

“Is there a problem, baby?” he’d innocently ask, his hand still on his s/o’s thigh, their face extremely red and hot, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Would probably be extremely possessive of his shy s/o

Nobody can make fun of their shyness but him

Nobody can make them blush but him

His s/o better be prepared not to be able to walk for a week if they’d grown flustered at a compliment someone other than him gave them

Matt also loves to leave a T O N of hickies on his s/o’s neck/thighs/etc, watching in amusement as they freaked out and tried covering them up, disappearing behind their clothes so only their red forehead was visible

Would definitely smirk proudly at the little limp in his s/o’s walk and their horror when someone pointed it out

NATE RIVER

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His s/o’s shyness was one of the many reasons Near ever got interested in them in the first place

He would genuinely wonder how someone could get so easily flustered and could shy away from human interaction so frequently

To him, his s/o would be a big mystery – one he was determined to solve

After getting together with his s/o, Near would probably be quick to figure out the cause of their shyness and would patiently listen whenever they ranted to him about it being quite a problem that sometimes hindered their daily activities

Near would actually be quite flattered that he was the one his s/o had chosen to let go of their shyness in front of

Would quite literally freak out anyone who made fun of his s/o’s shyness by simply staring at them with bulging eyes until they left

MATSUDA TOUTA

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Matsu can be quite shy and awkward in public himself, so when he found another person sharing these feelings, he was delighted

He’s such a kind soul, honestly

Would never make fun of his s/o’s shyness, just a little playful teasing here and there which he was sure his s/o wouldn’t mind

Like Near, he would be proud that he was the one his s/o had chosen out of a large array of options and would not hesitate to show them off in front of his comrades

Would constantly shower his s/o with affection knowing they themselves were too shy to initiate it

Aizawa would probably have to yell at him to stop distracting the others during a meeting when he was busy peppering kisses along his s/o’s jaw

“But they need love too!”

[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.

[iddybiddysquish]

Fate - Chapter Seven

Masterlist

Plot Description: What would happen if someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder (multiple personalities; writer has DID themselves) got a god of death as another personality? Follows the plot of the anime and manga mixed including dialogue directly from the anime where appropriate. Character x cast of death note

Very minor self insert/OC that I've made into a vague reader insert that involves the reader being concerningly intertwined with Kira and his happenings against their will and seemingly against fate.

Fandom: Death Note

Gender: Female

Warnings: Dark and triggering content regarding death, suicide, mental illness and mentions of rape (character history - no rape in the story). Making out is described. Will add more as I progress the story.

Notes: Uploading early bitches! <3

Feedback is welcomed and I hope you have a good time reading!

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- December 28 -

Though I had slept through the remainder of yesterday as well as the entire night with limited wakefulness, I still managed to sleep in till the afternoon. In fact, despite the ample rest, when I realised my clock was still an hour ahead, I couldn’t even muster up the energy to groan, settling for a quiet, though heavy, sigh.

As I rose up I yelped lightly, feeling something stick in my thigh. As I felt for it, I frowned at my white notebook dangling on the edge of the bed. It was then I realised, as I picked up the perpetrator, that it was my pen and I had written something before I went to bed. 

Though I was curious as to what, I concluded self care was more important and that I needed to eat something and wake up before looking at it.

‘Besides, I should prepare myself.’ I noted as I stood and stretched, ‘With a psychotic break such as yesterday, whatever I put is likely to be triggering…’

Baring that in mind, I spent the next few hours eating breakfast and snacks whilst watching some comfort TV. However, the more I started to almost ‘wake up’ from my dissociative daze, the more I struggled to just sit and relax. 

‘It was so real…’ I frowned, ‘That man dying… I thought it was really happening…’ 

I gulped at the memory. Though it was iffy, I could still see him falling and the distinct way his face seemed to be frozen in place, in the same look he held as he died in my hands. I remember the police and I remember running as though it was for dear life. 

‘I don’t remember anything else.’ I realised, ‘Just him, me and the police. I don’t remember even getting off the train. It was like I just teleported by his side…’ I shook my head, attempting to let go of the thoughts, but something niggled at me in a way I didn’t like. 

Fed up, I gave in and fished for my book, turning the news on as I did. However, as I started to search for the page I had written in, I froze.

“-strikes again. As mentioned yesterday two more young men were added to the list of victims by the person of which we all refer to as Kira.” I blanked at those words. My mouth refused to be still as it opened and closed in shock. I must have looked like a fish, my gaze unwavering from the TV.

“Though one of the men remains unidentified, the other was clarified this morning to be Yonegoro Nusumi, a man who was recently acquitted from several rape charges, each from different women, due to a lack of evidence.” As soon as I saw the face of the man I had passed being wheeled away in a body bag, I felt sick. 

‘It wasn’t a psychotic break…’ I shakily concluded, ‘Which means that Raye Penber did die. The FBI agent died.’ I bit my lip, shaking my head as I attempted to pull myself together so as to prevent another break down. 

As though I were on a time constraint I snatched at the notebook I had kept and sped through the pages in search for my latest entry. I was desperate for answers and with the lack of details my memory was providing, I hoped to high hell that this entry held something of use, and not just a child-like recount of feelings or something else equally as useless to the case.

Trains are scary. I’ve been on trains a lot, but these trains are different. I haven’t been on a train at my age alone. Plus, everyone is dressed all fancy and look super serious. I don’t like serious, not like this.

I was about to skip ahead when I saw the next line, which was the only thing that kept my attention on this particular part of the writing.

There was one man that was particularly strange, though. He had a brief case just like my daddy, so I thought he was a contractor, just like daddy. But he had a weird phone-like thing in his pocket he kept talking into. First he talked into the thingy and said something about twelve people in teams of four. I don’t know who he was talking to, but because I saw the walkie talkie, then I thought he was a spy and thought he was super cool. 

It’s rude to stare, so I didn’t look at him the whole time. But I did keep looking back.

After a few moments from his answer, he opened the envelope and there were lots of plain pieces of paper, though I only saw that when he put them on his lap. I thought maybe he has special contact lenses that lets him see special writing or something.

After a few moments he began to write something at the top and then he took out his laptop. From there, he looked quite shocked, which was surprising because he had been so calm since I saw him. 

After a few moments, he began to write much more down, copying things from his laptop and covering every part of the pages. I wondered if it was a list of hitmen that he had to take down, or a list of people he had to save, and that he had an earpiece that his superior was talking to him through, which was why he kept pausing awkwardly before doing things. I then wondered if he was new and that this was one of his first missions! 

I couldn’t help but wish him luck in my head.

He stopped doing things for a while, after putting the envelope up where the bags usually go just before we left the train, so I decided to look out the window and listen to my music. It was really fun because some of the clouds looked a bit like things I had seen before.

I skipped ahead, noting that I had started to write down all the animals and various things I was able to make out at that point in time. 

‘Young me has an amazing memory…’ I observed before deadpanning, ‘I probably still would if I wasn’t so out of it constantly.’

It was time to get off the train, but there were lots of people, so I waited. Whilst I did, the spy man began to leave without his envelope. It confused me, and made me wonder if he had forgotten. I was about to tell him about it, but then I realised he must have been doing business with another spy! I thought it was so cool that it was happening to me! 

But then the man fell over, outside the train. It took me a bit of time to realise he was in danger. I was taught CPR at school and by my friend, so I knew what to do to the man. I even shoved past someone in a grey and orange hoodie and black beanie hat without saying sorry, which I feel bad for.

But when I went to him he turned onto his tummy, which meant I couldn’t reach his chest. I tried to turn him over, but I was too weak. He kept stretching his hand out to the train, but when I looked up all I saw was the blur of the man I had bumped into and the train as it moved.

I immediately pushed on his chest. When I reached thirty, I blew air into his lungs whilst holding his nose closed. Then I saw his badge and I almost stopped pushing on his chest, because I was right! He was with the FBI!

It was then I realised he was the man on the bus who was nice to me when I was hurt! Which means he must definitely be a good man who is fighting the baddies like Kira!

I know that FBI agents are super important, especially with a killer like Kira on the loose. So I had to save him.

I think I did about three or four amounts of thirty presses altogether before the police came. I was getting sad and tired because the man wasn’t responding and I didn’t know why. Eventually the doctors came and said he had died. 

I cried and cried and cried. I didn’t know what to do. I felt like a failure. 

So I ran to Mono. Mono told me I did a good job when I told him what happened, but it didn’t make me feel better because the man was still dead. 

I couldn’t save him. And now we’re all going to die because of Kira, because I used to steal things because Cornelius said it was okay. 

I have to find Kira and bring him to justice! Not to just save other people, but to save the friends I created in my head. They didn’t ask to be put in my body, and they don’t deserve to die because of me and Cornelius liking bad things.

I blinked as I noted tears had begun to fall from my eyes and onto the last page. I wasn’t sure what part sealed the deal in the form of floods of tears, but I knew smol me, as I call her, was correct - they don’t deserve to die. 

‘Kira won’t come after me because of what smol me said; I was never caught, never mind prosecuted.’ I bit my lip, ‘However, that FBI agent died, which only solidifies my theory that he was following Kira, given the method of death.’ I let out a shaky breath.

“If Kira finds out who I am, either through any information I give the police, or based on having been at two major events in relation to Kira, then I am at a huge risk…” After a few moments I had made my choice.

‘I’m already at risk for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, so I might as well continue as I am.’ I concluded, before asserting, ‘Because no one really deserves to die. Not like this.’ with a firm nod. 

Quickly I got out an A4 piece of plain paper and began to scribble what I knew in three separate categories: bus and train before adding a line underneath them all, writing adjacent to them, the last category: conclusion.

I started with the first category, as I began to contemplate everything I had written in the notebook.

‘I now know that Raye Penber was most likely watching either Kira, a Kira suspect or someone related to Kira in one way or another.’ I declared, concluding, ‘Therefore it was likely that Kira wasn’t just on the train, but also on that bus…’

“But he didn’t kill that criminal-” I blinked, hand coming to my mouth as realisation coloured my understanding, “But he did die.” I frowned, looking down at my notebook sharply.

“Assuming Kira was the cause of his death, and therefore meaning Kira could decide the method of death,” I took a deep breath, “Kira deliberately chose him to die in an accident-like scenario…?

“Why not just kill him with a heart attack?” I frowned, jotting down my questions in the white notebook, which was acting as my scrap paper for workings out, before I could make semi-final conclusions onto the paper. I began to hesitate, unsure what I was missing, but sure I was onto something.

“Raye ended up dying on the train. Kira obviously either needed something from Raye-” I slapped myself, “That man! He gave a man his ID! That’s how I found out there was an FBI agent on the bus at all.” I immediately began to fidget, my leg tapping against the floor as the thoughts and understanding came in thick and fast. 

“Which means that man presumably had his name, now along with his face.” I murmured, lying back against the sofa as I fiddled with a pen, “Was that man Kira, maybe?” I sat up, glaring at nothing in particular as I grew somewhat confused, hunching over as I rested my arms on my knee and my chin on my interconnected hands. 

‘It’s possible that Kira wasn’t on the train, and killed him after giving himself some time to reduce the likelihood for anyone to pin the blame on him by not killing him as soon as he found out his name and face, as that would be notably suspicious.’ I mused, biting my tongue a few times before adding with a head tilt, ‘That, or he needed something from Raye, which means the opposite is true - that he was likely on the train.

‘After all, Raye was reaching out to someone as he died.’ I let out a puff of air as I jotted my rambles down, thinking as I went, ‘That could be coincidental - maybe he mistook them for someone he knew, or he was just reaching out in hope as he died. But it would also make sense that Kira was on that train, and that’s who he was reaching out to.’

“After all,” I tapped my pen’s end against my paper for a moment, “he left an envelope on the train. That’s quite weird, considering the walkie talkie - otherwise I would have just thought he had forgotten it…” I frowned, raising a brow before adding a question mark next to my writing, mumbling, “Unless that’s what he was told to do, for that very reason…?” I gave a humph and blew out some air before reclining back in my seat, staring up at my ceiling for a few moments.  

“It’s a long shot,” I began out of the blue and not even sure where I, myself, was going, “but what if Kira had apprehended him? Blackmailed him into giving Kira whatever it was he wanted, and when he was done with him, killed him to remove any loose ends?” I hummed, tapping my lip. 

“But what about the other man who died?” I blinked, looking around as I calibrated in my head whose voice that was as they continued, “Was that coincidental? That he was right there?” I relaxed as I noted it to be Amelia. I smiled, noting we hadn’t talked in a while, but listened diligently as she continued, “After all, Raye got on the exact same train as us, from the exact same station - didn’t he get on right before we did?” I hummed in agreement.

“Indeed, he did.” I confirmed as I considered her input with curiosity, “Going on your theory, it might even be possible that he killed the rapist in order to prove that he was Kira.”

“And from there, threatened him to go along with his wishes?” she hummed, “Maybe Kira gave him the envelope, as a means to get whatever it was he wanted from Raye without any trace, say as there would be through emails and the like.” I blinked, nodding slowly as I processed her words.

‘I hadn’t thought quite that ahead on that point,’ I conceded, ‘But she’s right.’

“Also,” she began again, bringing my attention back to her, my eyes darting towards the empty space she occupied in my mind, “If Kira was on the train, and was the man that Raye reached towards, then then you bumped into Kira as you left the train.”  I gulped, cringing at the idea, before confirming her point aloud.

“In other words,” I began, “We know Kira is a man, taller than I by a fair amount, and likely owns a grey and orange hoodie and black beanie.”

Hearing no further ideas from ‘Mia, I immediately wrote out my findings, which, as I read over them, I felt satisfied.

~ Raye Penber was watching Kira, a Kira suspect or a suspect related to Kira

~ Raye was pointing towards the doors as he died; his killer?

~ I saw the same colours in the same arrangement when I looked back at the train doors as I did to the man I walked into.

~ This was who Raye was looking at

~ If so, Kira was on the train the whole time

~ I had touched Kira

~ If so, Kira had worn a grey and orange hoodie and black beanie. Hits is a man taller than 5' 5"

‘Short but blunt, just as they need to be.’ I approved, though looking back over them made me pause for a moment. I begin to contemplate Raye’s behaviour on the train, once again, with a deep frown. Almost instantly, I found myself flicking through the notebook for the millionth time before going back over and re-analysed the diary entry, scrutinising anything related to Raye’s actions. 

‘Raye seemed as normal as I could possibly imagine, given I don’t know him personally.’ I mused, ‘But that being said, he only seemed to act on movements after long pauses.’ I stretched, body sore and aching as I attempted to bring blood supply back to my legs by standing. From there I found myself pacing slowly around my coffee table, messily but controlled as I let my legs move in an arc ahead of the other.

“After all, he came on with an envelope, of which he left on the train before leaving, and, on it, were scribbles that required him to pay attention to his laptop directly-’

“Maybe smol me was right.” I cursed, “There was two-way communication, which, undoubtedly, would require Kira to be nearby and, therefore, on that train.” I bit my lip, putting my hands in my pockets as my pace turned less silly and faster, “After all, Kira needed something from Raye; why else would he bother risking his cover being blown?’ I paused, falling onto the sofa with some heavy words.

‘Damn.’ I cursed again, ‘I should have grabbed that envelope…’

Pushing that useless thought aside, I grabbed my notebook and began to scribble my own ideas down, again, as I continued to speak aloud.

“All of that aside,” I stressed, bitterly, “the only thing that Raye mentioned was about other people, specifically twelve people in teams of four.” I raised a brow, “The only thing he could possibly be referring to, that would also interest Kira, are other agents, FBI or otherwise.” I leant back, a small smirk adorning my lips, “I would imagine that that might put a fire under your ass.

“After all, clearly one FBI agent was troubling enough; imagine having a whole gaggle of them interfering in your life? I don’t think he had any choice but to be so bold.” I laughed. 

However, after a moment I paused mid-laugh, my features falling into a firm frown. 

‘If Raye had this information, then maybe Kira knew he did and was using him to get to the other agents?’ I shook my head, ‘Why the hell would Raye have that information in the first place-’ I practically choked on my saliva as a possibility dawned on me, forcing my heart to skip a beat, ‘How did he find out that he was being followed by an FBI agent in the first place? Maybe he already knew there were other agents, just not enough details to kill-’ I cursed, loudly.

“He’s going to kill the twelve agents…” I shook my head, dragging my hand over my face as I gave a shaky breath, “Man, Kira is well informed.” I let my hands fall, my gaze becoming glued to my notebook as my eyes fell down from looking at the wall ahead of me. I gulped.

‘Either he’s got some access to police records, or has someone who is leaking it for him, because the FBI is about as secretive as it gets.’ I paused, frowning as I demurred, ‘Even if he was on the inside, somehow, even by proxy, surely the police would know… right?’ I groaned, head falling into my hands again as I took that notebook back into my hands and wrote my latest thoughts back into the book, adding my final questions to the conclusion section.

~ Raye acted weird on the train

~ Raye spoke into a receiver, mentioning ‘twelve people in teams of four’

~ Kira already knew about these people, but not enough to do anything about them - motive?

~ Raye must have also had some way to listen to the person on the other end of the receiver 

~ Raye wrote something down before then copying something from his laptop.

~ Raye left the envelope, with the papers he was writing on and the receiver, on the train.

~ Raye died by heart attack

~ What happened to the envelope? Did Kira collect it after Raye left and died?

~ What did Kira want from Raye before he killed him? Something around other people, maybe other agents?

~ Kira needs names and a face to kill, if not also a birthdate and possibly blood type; what use would information on the agents be without any photographs? Could Raye be some sort of medium? Act as a proxy? Did Raye know this?

I couldn’t figure out anymore surrounding the train issues after that. In fact, I almost called it a day - but then I thought back to my earlier thoughts relating to the bus journey and how that criminal died, a heavy frown playing on my features.

‘Kira needed something from Raye, that much is obvious. But he needed something else before he could move to the step that involved the train station.’ my brows furrowed. Confused, I decided to stand and count out what I knew about the bus.

“There was an FBI agent on the bus.” I counted as one, adding a second finger for two as I took a few more steps, “That turned out to be Raye Penber.” I frowned, brain ticking as I slowly added a third finger and counted to three, “But Raye didn’t announce himself. He showed his ID to someone when they asked for proof that he wasn’t involved in the bus jacking-

“Oh my God was that Kira?” I gaped, “Did Kira plan the whole thing just to coax Raye’s name from him?!” I shook my head, “Surely that’s too much to achieve, even for Kira?”

“Why not?” I frowned, raising a brow to motion for her to continue her point, which she did.

“He was so bold on the train and that was only the second act; in order to get to that part, he had to do something in order to get the information he needed. How else would he be able to carry out his plan if he didn’t take chances and begin to explore his options?” I nodded along, humming as I bit my lip.

“‘Exploring’ is definitely the right word.” I echoed, “Because I’m not convinced even he understands the extent to which he is capable. Yet, anyway.” I gulped, adding into my notebook, ‘Kira is experimenting with his power, learning what he is and isn’t capable of. Will require a keener eye whilst looking into which deaths are potentially related.’

From there, I moved back over to the bus section, finishing it - for now, at least.

~ Raye Penber was the FBI agent on the bus

~ He showed his ID to someone on that bus, and it was a man.

~ Kira was on the bus. 

~ Was the ‘man’ Kira? How else would Kira have gotten Raye’s identity? 

~ He needed Raye’s name at the very least to kill him on the train.

~ FBI ID would, at best, have the name and face. Meaning that Kira doesn't need anything more than a name and face to kill

I began to add, on a separate string of thought, back in the white notebook, underneath what I had just written about Kira’s experimental killings:

~ Kiichiro Osoreda hijacked the bus, had a hallucination that made him run out of the bus and was then hit by a car and killed.

~ Kira knew this was going to happen, using it to aid him in getting Raye’s identity.

~ This means Kiichiro Osoreda knew Kira and planned the attack with him, or, alternatively, Kira had some form of control over Kiichiro Osoreda that forced him to do what Kira had planned.

~ From there, Kiichiro Osoreda’s mode of death: accident, was chosen.

~ Therefore, Kira can choose not just who dies, but how and possibly when.

At that point I was spent. My brain felt like mush and I knew I wasn’t getting any more out of it for at least the rest of the day. 

Pushing all thoughts of Kira out of the window, I concentrated on things I needed to get done besides this and, then, anything I wanted to do for fun. Studying, of course, was included in the things I needed to do, along with uploading a new song on my Youtube, in order to continue to generate income. From there, however, I was free to do as I pleased. So I went onto draw and write whilst listening to TV and eating some instant noodles.

A simple but pleasant evening to a mentally strainful day.

‘Exactly what I needed.’

[fayelynnee]

Bad Influence

Trying to get L’s approval while working on the case, appeasing him every day, only to come back empty handed with his back handed compliments and unusual ways. Only gaining the attention of Light.

First post yay! abt 800 words, no warnings just Light being sweet so he can manipulate u <3

Bathroom lights flickered greatly, muffled crying could be heard if you listened close enough. Files and different papers were spewed across the tiled floor. (Y/n) sat against the stall door, doing her best to ease her quiet sobs, hand pressed against her mouth to muffle the sound.

“Stupid, hes so fucking-” Her voice cracked as she buried her face into her knees. L had always been an odd one, and (Y/n) tried her best to understand it to the best of her ability. She’d clean up after him, cater to his every need, she’d wait on her hands and knees for him just for his approval. The girl was shot down every time with his backhanded excuse of a ‘thank you’, mostly just dismissing her completely. He treated her as nothing more than a distraction.

“Stupid, hes so fucking-” Her voice cracked as she buried her face into her knees. L had always been an odd one, and (Y/n) tried her best to understand it to the best of her ability. She’d clean up after him, cater to his every need, she’d wait on her hands and knees for him just for his approval. The girl was shot down every time with his backhanded excuse of a ‘thank you’, mostly just dismissing her completely. He treated her as nothing more than a distraction.

(Y/n) couldn't help but feel hurt at each side-eye glance, every dismissal. She acted so greatly towards him and was met with nothing in return. The Kita case was stressful enough, it drove her into the ground the moment she was assigned to assist the department with it. And meeting L was just rubbing salt further into the wound.

“(Y/n)?”

Her head shot up at the voice. Light. Light had been assisting his father with this case the best he could, and was treated just about the same way as she was. His soft, gentle tone made her sob further.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry about him, really, he shouldn't have said those things to you.”

Of course you thought.

Everyone knows

The girl shifted on the floor, moving away from the door as she felt it being pushed open. Light peeked his head inside, giving her a small, sympathetic smile. The sight of her tear stained cheeks, red eye’d combo musnt have been a pretty sight, of course.

Light had been a supportive one, he was a good boy.

Raised in a traditional household, he was so average , and it was so awfully nice.

He moved to sit across from her, sliding down onto the tile floor below. Taking a look around at the papers she’d been given moments ago.

“He expects you to file these? Geez, none of them are even categorized correctly.” He laughed lightly. Doing his best to lighten the mood, as best as he could of course.

The silence wasn't comfortable, it was more painful than anything. (Y/n) didn't acknowledge the boy, only burying her face further into her knees. She felt embarrassed, her breakdown leading to having a colleague try to comfort her, in the women's restroom nonetheless.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted, causing her to lift her head up to see.

Light had gathered a paper or two, and promptly, ripped it in two.

“I say, Fuck him, he can eat shit if he’s gonna treat you like this. Go on, grab one. Rip it. You'll feel much better” She raised an eyebrow at his statement, looking curiously to the halved sheet in his hands. Why not? Letting her hands fall from their position, she took the paper that was offered to her. Staring down, Light was right, it didn't make any sort of sense.

“So…rip it?” She questioned, to which he nodded. “Rip it.”

And she did. And afterwards, she felt better. She did it again, and again, he joined in until there weren't any papers left to rip. The act had given her a chance to smile, widely at the childish deed done.

“Your work-” Light piped up, gaining her attention once more, smiling at the sight of the joy finally coming back to her. “I think its fantastic. What you're doing for this case, it's phenomenal. We wouldn't be this far without you.”

And he was right. Who needs L’s satisfaction or approval, especially when you're trying this hard. (Y/n) acknowledged her own work, and she couldn't help but agree. They'd be nowhere without her. Her time spent wailing in the bathroom won't go unnoticed like her hard work. She made a mental note to rip L a new one later.

Barely any time passed in the stall as she soon moved next to Light, his arm held around her gently. Her head rested against him as they admired the scraps of paper on the floor. A memory they'll cherish for a while, a silly glimpse of hope through these hard times. her laugh echoed against the stalls as she looked up to the smiling boy who held her close.

“You're a bad influence, Light Yagami. ” She heard the door to the restrooms open. “And I love it.”

[rosipuree]

something stupid

Hai my cuties! This is super short I'm so sorry, I've been so tired but I wanted to upload something for you all!

Toji Zenin x Fem! Reader, slight mention of Nanami Kento x Fem! Reader

He cheated on you.

He cheated on you while you were holding his child.

He cheated on you during the times you needed him the most.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized but his face, his eyes, his tone. It showed that he didn’t care, not an ounce of sympathy.

You left him for the better. You tried planning on how co-parenting could work out when Mai gets older. But of course he didn’t help.

Now that Mai was old enough for Toji to take, you’d see a new woman every week. “I don’t want my daughter to grow up in an environment like that Toji.” You confessed to which he didn’t care.

“I’m serious with her. So you don’t have to be worried about Mai.” He confessed as you’ve seen the same woman at his house for a couple weeks now. It hurt, it hurt to see him move on. It hurt to see him with new woman every week. It hurt when he cheated on you.

It also hurt him. It hurt him when he saw a blonde, tall, muscular man carrying his little Mai as you were getting her bag ready. “I didn’t think you were gonna come.” You say rushing to get her things ready for him.

Toji glared at the man as he grabbed Mai from him. “Toji, the father of her kid.” He greeted but it wasn’t very greeting. “I know—I’m Nanami, Her boyfriend.” Toji clenched his jaw. This man was no joke. He didn’t expect for Nanami to sound so serious.

“Papa!” Mai babbles as she plays with Toji’s hair. He looked so unserious compared to Nanami. “Here I made sure everything was in there. If you need anything me and Nanami could always stop by.” You smiled. You smiled at Toji? A smile he hasn’t seen since.

Toji stalked your account that night. Then he stalked Nanami’s account. Business man. Rich? Fit? And his profile only contained pictures of you and him.

He watched Mai sleep peacefully that night. Mai was just as beautiful as you. Lazy as Toji of course.

Toji left the woman he claimed he was getting serious with. He got with her to spite you but now it’s not so funny when you did it. Not on purpose of course because you were never bitter to Toji, even after all he’d done.

Toji’s ears perked up at the distinct giggles of his daughter and you. He looked up from the aisle in the grocery store to see you, Nanami and Mai all together. Even if Mai didn’t look relatively related to Nanami, they still looked like a happy family. A happy family that Toji could’ve cherished if he wasn’t so stupid.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Oh, ticket time? I hope fluff if allowed for ticket time. Can we do Light and the reader just kinda cuddling while Light writes names down?

darling anything is allowed during ticket time as long as it follows my rules! thank you very much :)

“Oh… Are you alright?”

Your head bumps his chin lightly as you get comfortable in his lap, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Mmmiphhh.” You mumble into his chest and snuggle in closer.

Light makes a confused face and throws a lazy arm around your hips. His hand stutters on his pen as he listens to your breathing. You’re at peace with him, content in your shared bubble and beating to the same pace of heart.

Your hair spills across your bodies like a waterfall, he smiles slightly at the sight. Then he looks back at the paper covered in scribbles of endless names that his hand rests on.

He knows he’s working, he knowsthere’s so many more important things he needs to be doing. But for once, he lets himself go. He puts down the pen and reaches to the top of your head.

You mumble something again into his shirt as he strokes your hair lovingly and he chuckles low. He can’t see your face but he can feel the silly smile that drags on his chest, it makes him warm.

“So pretty…” He allows his hand to land on your back and rub that too, lulling you into a gentle sleep atop him. And once you’re finally dreaming, your soft snoring a signal of that, he kisses your forehead and picks his pen back up.

With a new sense of purpose, his motivation revitalized by you, he writes evermore names with infinite patience. He’s doing it for you, after all. You deserve to live in a world good enough to kindle the glow of your precious heart, he’ll give that to you.

He’d give you the moon and the stars if you asked, but he wouldn’t be able to give you the sun. Because he couldn’t possibly take your soul, not when it’s so valuable to him.

[attackurheart88]

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you really love me?”

“Yes.”

"Do you really really love me?”

They stop what they’re doing and turn to look at you. An audible sigh is heard.

“If I come over there and kiss you until your lips fall off will you shut up?”

[slutt4lovee]

friends (b.b.)

𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒 - 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2356

warnings: NO SMUT, just cutesy fluff, maybe just a tiny bit of angst but not really, nothing really to warn about. might be some typos and shit but at this point y'all should be expecting this from my dyslexic ass.

summary: After being friends with Bucky for years, you finally get the confession you've been dreaming of.

Being Bucky's friend isn't really as great as Steve made it seem. Sure, Bucky is caring and funny and fiercely protective of the things and people that he loves. Yes, he's funny and charming and everything good in the world, but he is also arrogant and cocky and so emotionally repressed that you're not even sure he knows what feelings are anymore.

Being Bucky's friend means that you're also the Winter Soldier's best friend and that is a horrible feeling. Not because of the fact that he is the Winter Soldier but more so because the Winter Soldier has a fucking martyr complex. Despite the fact that Bucky is an amazing person who you think encompasses every good aspect of the world, he's an incredible dumbass. Not just a regular dumbass, the kind of fucking idiot that thinks everyone else, everything else is more important than him. The kind of idiotic person that thinks everyone but him is worth saving, the kind who runs head first into danger because he genuinely doesn't care if he lives or dies as long as he saves someone. Bucky is the type of imbecile that would run into a building, knowing it was rigged with explosives just to save a cat.

Bucky may be one of the best people you've ever met, but being his friend is horrible.

It's caring so intensely for someone who doesn't even care about himself. It's not being able to see or even speak to him for weeks or months because he's off on some insanely stupid mission to save the fucking world or something stupid like that. It's him constantly thinking he's some kind of invincible god and you having to remind him over and over and over that he's not. No matter how much he might look like one. It's trying to convince someone that hates his entire fucking existence that he deserves every soft, sappy thing in the world no matter how much he thinks he doesn't.

But worst of all it's being in love with a complete fucking idiot who doesn't even think he's worthy of love. You'd take all the anxiety, the panic, the dread, the crying and worry a million times over if you could just not be in love with that complete fucking dumbass. Or if you could maybe convince him that he deserves all the love in the fucking world.

—

You can't sleep, never can when he's gone. Some stupid romance movie you've seen about a hundred times plays on your tv—a feeble attempt to keep your mind off Bucky. To keep your mind from imagining what he's doing on his mission and all the ways it could go horribly wrong.

It doesn't really work.

It's almost impossible to keep him out of your mind. When you're not worrying about all the ways he could be killed, you're pining after him in the worst fucking way.

Just staring mindlessly at the screen daydreaming about him and the way his clothes always fit just right, just enough to give you a good view of his muscles without being too tight. And the way he looks in his stupidly attractive one armed outfits he wears on missions—which shouldn't be so fucking hot, but it is, it really fucking is. And his lips, just everything about them, their shape, their pretty pink color, the way they look so fucking soft all the god damned time. And that boyish, way too endearing, smirk of his that makes your heart feel like it's about to burst out of your chest. And his hands and the way they feel against your skin, rough calloused fingers with a touch so soft it sends chills down your spine. And—and, God you're so fucking fucked about him.

He's your best friend, really one of your only friends, and yet you can't stop thinking about him doing filthy things—that he would probably never do—to you. It's horrible and dirty and disrespectful but you just can't stop, thinking about Bucky's mouth and if it's really as soft as it looks.

You smell him before you even hear him, woody smoke, and honey, mixed with sweat. You smile softly to yourself as he drops his bag to the ground with a little grunt. Your mind moves slowly, struggling through your lack of sleep to put pieces together. You're clumsily climbing over the back of the couch the second you realize he's really there.

"Bucky," You start to say, stumbling a little at the ungraceful way you dismount from the back of the couch. "What the fuck?" You ask, waving your hands up and down in his general direction.

He's not sure if you're questioning his appearance or his presence...maybe both. You're not really sure either.

"I just got back," He mutters, words dripping with exhaustion as his arms slip lazily around your waist, making you trip over your own feet as he pulls you into his chest.

"You didn't text," You whisper, matching the soft tone of his voice as you slide your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder.

He doesn't respond right away, he pulls you closer instead, grabbing onto your shirt to keep you there as if you had any plans on letting go. He makes a soft, barely audible noise, as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. His arms are tight around your waist, holding you to him like he's scared you're just gonna disappear and the thought makes your chest ache. You tilt your head, squeezing your eyes shut as your nose presses into the top of his shoulder, your lips just barely touching the leather on his jacket. Your nose floods with his scent, and you find yourself wishing you could capture it and keep it forever. He smells like camping in the summer, like searching for bugs and plants and pretty rocks in the woods, like staring up at the sky and pointing out the prettiest ones.

He smells likehome, warm and cozy and safe.

Slowly it feels like every ounce of worry and dread is leached out of your body. He's home, he's safe, he's here in your arms and nothing else fucking matters. This is the good part, this right here, all the worrying and sleepless nights are worth it just for this feeling. This happy sort of peaceful relief you get every time he comes back safe.

"M'sorry," He mutters after a few seconds, his words muffled in the crook of your neck. "Jus' wanted to get home."

Your stomach twists at that, a giddy sort of feeling floating around in your stomach at his words. He came straight from his mission to you. Didn't stop at his place, didn't go to the compound, he came straight to you. Straight home to you.

"Took ya long enough." You whisper against his shoulder, voice light and teasing as his grip on your shirt tightens.

He doesn't say anything, but you can tell this one must've been rough on him. It's obvious from the way he's clutching your shirt like a lifeline. Holding you to his chest like he thought he'd never see you again, like he's scared to let go. You don't ask him about it, he'll talk when he's ready, but you do hold him just as tight as he holds you. Rub your hands along his back, over his shoulder, up the back of his neck, lingering the softest touches everywhere you can reach because you know it calms him down.

"S'good you came home, you were gone so long I was about to come lookin' for you." You tell him, smiling softly against his neck at the little snort he lets out.

He's quiet for a bit longer, just standing there with his arms around your waist, his hands clutching at your shirt like he's terrifiedyou're going to vanish. After a while he relinquishes your shirt and before you can even think about pulling away, not that you would, his hands are running down to the backs of your thighs.

"M'sorry," He murmurs into your neck, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist like you weigh absolutely nothing. "Came as quick as I could, darlin', didn't even get to shower or anything."

"Did you eat?" You ask softly, holding onto him a little tighter as he hooks his arms back around your waist.

He shakes his head and you start to offer to cook him something while he showers but he's walking in the direction of your bedroom before you can get a single word out. He nudges your bedroom door open with the toe of his boot without saying a word and it makes you frown because Bucky is never silent around you. Talks so damn much you started to think he just liked the sound of his own voice (really he just loved the sound of yours but he's not about to admit something that sappy).

"Do you want to eat?" You ask, voice all soft and sweet in a way that makes his head spin.

He shakes his head again and without even letting go of you, he falls forward onto your bed, sandwiching you between him and your mattress. He's heavy, dense, thick muscle directly on top of you, but you don't complain. You wouldn't dare tell him that he's crushing your fucking chest because then he'd let go and you don't want that.

He settles with his head on your chest, his ear pressed up against the center of it. Listening closely to the sound of your heart like he didn't believe it was real. His hand slips a little under the hem of your shirt but stays resting on your hip as if all he wanted was just to feel your skin.

He's silent for a while, laying so still that you almost think he's fallen asleep. You don't say anything either because what could you possibly say? You could tell him about work or something but you're almost certain he doesn't want to hear that.

"Thought you were dead..." He whispers as he nuzzles his face against the center of your chest. His hands squeeze at your hips and you can't shake the feeling that he's trying to make sure you're real.

You don't really know what to say to that either. You stroke your fingers through his hair and you swear you feel your heart break a little at the pain in his voice.

"God, I thought you were fucking dead..." His voice cracks a little this time and his arms wrap around your waist tight, too tight but you don't say a thing. You're happy to just let him squeeze the life out of you if it makes him feel even a little bit better. "They...they got in my head, made me see things...and all I could think about was that I never got the chance to tell you."

"Tell me what?" You ask and you think your voice comes out a bit strained because he immediately loosens his grip.

"That I'm fucking in love with you," He forces out, voice rough with emotion as he shifts a little so that he's looking down at you.

Your heart fucking stops at his words and all you can do is just stare up at him like a complete fool. Cheeks flushing bright red and eyes wide as you stammer and choke on 16 different failed attempts at speech.

He loves you. No. He's in love with you.

"I thought you were dead and all I could think about was that you didn't know I loved you." He tells you, voice softening some as his eyes scan over your face. "All I wanted to fucking do was hold you and kiss you and just fucking touch you again and I know that's so fucking selfish of me but...fuck."

"You...love me?" Your voice comes out all meek and unsure as you look up at him. You're not even sure if your heart has started beating again because it feels like you could, very well, drop dead at any fucking second.

"Of course I do you fucking idiot." Bucky laughs and the sound is utterly heart wrenching to you. He tries to smile but it just looks so fucking sad that you want to cry.

And maybe he's right and you are a fucking idiot because you can't think of anything to say. You want to tell him you love him too but the words won't come up, they stick in the back of your throat and make you choke. All you can manage is to reach out, grab his face, and pull it down to yours in a pathetic excuse for a kiss.

He kisses you back instantly, taking control of the kiss, somehow calmer than you. His lips are soft and sweet against yours and nowhere near as clunky and uncoordinated as you but he doesn't seem to mind in the slightest. He smiles a little against your near frantic lips, one hand coming up to cradle the side of your face.

It's not your first kiss, not even close, but you're so clumsy with it that it damn near feels like it. He hums against your lips like it's the best damn kiss he's ever had, strokes his thumb over your cheek and laughs when your teeth hit his.

You think he'll pull away, you would if you were him, but he doesn't. If anything he kisses you a bit harder, trying to take control of the kiss and guide your lips to work with his and it works wonders, you practically melt into it. He makes a soft, pleased sound in the back of his throat when you finally relax and then his tongue slides over your bottom lip and you melt all over again.

You've never been the biggest fan of tongue kissing, it's always just so wet and slimy and forceful. But there's something about the way Bucky's tongue slides so so softly across your bottom lip that has you parting your lips without a second thought. And you don't fucking regret it at all.

It doesn't feel all slimy and gross like you're used to. His tongue is soft and wet and there's a faint hint of sweet mint as he kisses you. One of his hands squeezes at your waist under your shirt and he fucking groans like kissing you is the best thing he's ever experienced.

He kisses you until you're both breathless, until your lips are raw and swollen and slick with spit.

His forehead presses against yours and his voice comes out all hoarse and raspy as he says, "Fuck, I could kiss you for fucking ever,"

You laugh at that and the noise is so soft and sweet that it makes his breath hitch. You flutter your eyes open, thumbs stroking at the side of his neck as you look up at his flushed face.

"I love you too," You whisper and God, the way he smiles sends a jolt of warm heat through your body. "I didn't say it earlier, but I do. I really fucking do."

[undyneluvs]

hey there! always a pleasure to see more writers around. as for requests hmm... how about this : how would light yagami react if his s/o got badly injured? like on a "oh shit they could have died" level. please and thank you. 💕

a/n ; Hey there, anon! being a writer is honestly so fun and I’m just happy to do it! This one is a little short but I hope you enjoy! ❤️ (also, reqs are open so send some more in! writing this was super duper fun)

BYR (before you read,) ; Reader knows Light is Kira, mentioning of blood, bruises, nose bleeds, fluff, not a relationship like him and misa’s! you guys are healthy! GN ! reader (gender neutral), not proof read :p

“Cuts”

“Light..” You groaned out, holding onto your beat up shoulders as you felt a line of blood slide down from your nose, to your lip, to your chin, and then dropping in-front of Light’s front porch.

You weren’t too sure if he would answer the door, after all, it was about 2:04 in the morning, not only that but it was freezing.. and you didn’t have good clothes for weather like this. A tight tank top and shorts.

To your surprise, he opened up the door, rubbing his eye. It was obvious that he was just sleeping, but once he saw you, he was fully awake.

“Y/N— what the hell?!” He said in a raspy voice, He moved your hands off of your shoulders, tracing over all the cuts and bruises you had. Light wiped the blood off of your nose. His eyes were filled with worry, and he looked at you with an angry look.

“What happened..?! Who did this to you?..” He asked, and then noticed that your eyes looked extremely glossy, and soon enough, you were bawling your eyes out.

“They asked me — if I knew anything about.. Kira.. I..I wouldn’t say anything .. so .. they.. they..” You sobbed and covered your face, humiliated that you could let yourself get beat up this easily. You wiped the tears that kept flowing down your eyes, and just wiping your whole face entirely which caused blood to be smeared all over your face.

“Ryuzaki wouldn’t go this far..” Light said, trying to think of who could do this. “Come inside, please.. it’s freezing out here.” He said, holding your hand and quickly pulling you inside as he closed the door. If the two of you were caught talking outside, they would’ve known it was him, without a doubt.

He would guide you to the living room and sat you down on the couch, wrapping you up with a warm blanket that smelt just like him .. his scent comforted you more than anything, but in this situation, that wasn’t enough. It didn’t bring you half of the comfort it used to.

“Stay right here..” He said, planting a kiss on your lips that were covered in your blood.

Once he stepped back, you could see that some of your blood covered his mouth which made you laugh a bit.

“What?” He asked. “What is it?” You pointed at his lip and wiped the blood off of it, showing him. He laughed, but then remembered that he had to take care of you so quickly dashed off to his bathroom. He grabbed cotton swabs, alcohol and bandaids.

Your teeth were chattering, still freezing although you had a blanket over you. It felt like Light was gone forever, but it’s only been a few seconds.

Light quickly dashed back, spilling a few droplets of alcohol on his way to you. “Here — sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it isn’t.” He said.

He dropped down on his knees in-front of you and twisted the loose cap on-top of the leaking alcohol bottle off, and covered a cotton ball with the alcohol. “This is gonna burn a bit ..” He warned you, a shiver being sent down your spine as a stinging pain was sent to one of the numerous open cuts on your arm.

“This is all my fault.. I’m sorry. I put you in danger, I can’t be seen with you anymore..” He said, inhaling deeply, then exhaling.

You placed your hand on your chin and then made him look at you. “Light..” you said, smiling. “Don’t worry, thank you for caring.. but I want to be with you, forever. I don’t care if I get beat up millions of times, I just want to be with you.”

“..Y’sure..?” He asked. “I don’t want you getting hurt anymore.. especially not like this..” He said, his eyes lowering as he unpackaged a box of bandaids, struggling.

“Look at me.” You said.

“I promise.” You said, kissing him on his soft lips. “We can tell Ryuzaki tomorrow morning and I’m sure he’ll figure it out. I’m sure he’ll also agree that they got nothing out of beating me up.”

Light laughed as he placed a bandaid on your arm.

“Ugh.. these are gonna leave a bunch of scars..” you said, sighing and sniffling.

“Not if you take care of them, they won’t.” Light said. “Besides, I think even if they left scars, you’d look pretty badass.”

You snickered and gently punched his arm. “I love ya, Light..” You could only see the top of his head, but for the first time in a while, you noticed him smile, as well as him blushing a bit.

[urdepressedslut]

You’re Mine, Sunshine

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Warnings: mentions of amputation, light angst, hints to violence, mentions of death, bucky being a grumpy man

Part 2

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!AU Bodyguard!AU

“Mr. Barnes, your résumé so far is quite impressive.” Pierce acknowledged with a slow nod.

Bucky of course had a trained eye, but the glares that were not so subtly sent his way by the big boss— were intimidating. He wasn’t scared, no. He simply respected this man’s power. Bucky knew better than to get on the bad side of someone like Pierce.

“Says here you’re an amputee?” Pierce asked so bluntly, and he noticed Bucky’s eyes squint slightly. “Sorry, if I’m overstepping but nothing will be overlooked.”

“It’s not a problem, sir.” Bucky assured him. “Yes, I lost my left arm during a mission way back.”

Pierce furrowed his brows.

“Mission? I take it you used to be an agent of some sort.” He assumed.

Bucky nodded.

“Hm, very good. Continue.” He waved him on.

“I had some surgical procedures— and now I have a prosthetic.”

Bucky lifted his left arm, rolling his sleeve slightly up to expose the metal to the boss. Pierce hummed impressively, taking in the intricate designs on the metal.

“I can assure you that me having a prosthetic will not be an issue— my arm is made out of only the strongest metal. Bullet proof, in fact.” He added, hoping it would further impress the boss, proving just how perfect for the job he was.

It wasn’t his dream to be a bodyguard, actually it was quite a low in his career— if you asked him. He had fallen out of his previous steady job, due to some complications. He had the experience of being a bodyguard— just not for only one person. It would be a weird change for him, but he was willing to take on the challenge. Also, the pay was nice.

Pierce hummed again, the information that his prosthetic arm was bullet proof— only satisfying him more.

“Like I said, impressive Mr. Barnes. But this is an extremely important task. My only daughter, who must be protected at all costs.” Pierce trailed off, expression growing serious. “It’s been a hard adjustment since the passing of my wife, my daughter is all I have left.”

Bucky nodded in understanding, knowing what it was like to lose loved ones. In fact, that wound was still fresh on him.

“If I allow you to take on this role, you are to swear to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to keep her alive— no matter what.” Pierce spoke loudly, his voice orotund.

Bucky in the back of his mind thought about his choice of words. ‘If I allow you.’ Bucky respected this man, but he had to hold back the scoff that threatened to escape his lips at his statement.

“Do you think you’re ready for that?” Pierce challenged, and suddenly it wasn’t about his daughter at all. It was a man challenging another man, a task that he deemed impossible.

His metal hand behind his back whirred in annoyance. After all that fluffing his head up, complimenting his training. It was clear Pierce thought so little of him, and at that— it made Bucky wanna take the job even more. Just to prove him wrong.

“Yes sir.” Bucky promised, shaking Pierces hand in a firm— slightly aggressive shake.

Pierce smiled, dropping Bucky’s résumé on his desk. Getting himself comfortable, he sat on the edge of the front of the desk, crossing his arms.

“Now, let’s go through what is to be expected.” He started, Bucky nodded for him to continue. “You are to be with her at all times, except for when you sleep. You do sleep right?”

Bucky let the scoff escape this time, but it wasn’t as aggressive as he wanted it to be.

“I’ve got a metal arm, but I’m still human sir.”

Pierce chuckled to himself, and Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. This man thinks he’s so funny.

“Right. You must never let her leave your sight, if she wants to see her friends— you’ll be seeing them with her. Not that it’s going to be an issue, I don’t think she has many friends… or any.” The boss shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about his daughter.

Bucky nodded, taking everything in.

“You are going to be staying with her in the safe house… well— she thinks it’s just a house but the area is guarded with my men.” He shrugged again. “I’m a successful man and with that comes enemies, people who look for my weaknesses. You know that.”

Bucky gave a tight lipped smile, Pierce so far sounding like a father of the year.

“Now, about my daughter. Her name is (Y/n) (Y/L/n), and she is a handful.” Pierce stated frustratedly. “She’s rude, ungrateful, nasty— and just overall extremely difficult.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, rethinking his decision to be a bodyguard for this girl. Fucking lovely.

“You can now understand why I’m paying you the offered amount. It’s only fair to you, Mr. Barnes. Truthfully, I can’t deal with her anymore. I love her, and she’s my daughter but… It just doesn’t work out with me. I’m a busy man— I don’t have time for brats.” Pierce spat, straightening up and heading back around his desk.

Bucky had already been creating this mental image of you, so far you sounded like a witch. He was not at all ready to be dealing with you 24/7.

“Doesn’t sound like a problem boss, I’m happy to be protecting your daughter. Nobody will lay a hair on her head, I swear on my life.” Bucky promised again, bowing his head slightly.

“Oh I know. If anything happens to her and I find out you were slacking even by an inch… well you’re a smart man, I’m sure you can figure it out.” Pierce warned, and Bucky swallowed at the mere intimidation that laced his voice.

But he would not back down to this challenge, which is how he saw this— not a job.

“That will be all Mr. Barnes, (Y/n) is around here somewhere. Find her and take her home.” He told Bucky, putting on his glasses— focusing on his paperwork.

“Yes sir.”

Bucky nodded and turned to exit the room. He was so confused with the interaction. You’d think someone who hires a bodyguard for their daughter would know where their daughter is. The way he spoke about you was off putting. Bucky didn’t even know you, but it felt wrong to hear someone talk so little about you. What did he know anyway— apparently you were a monster.

He made his way through the building with a swift walk, needing to fulfill his duties and find you quickly. He was on the third floor, about to hit the button to the elevator when he saw a young lady. Despite him wanting to find you all on his own, he got her attention.

“Excuse me,” He waved to her with a fake smile, “Do you know where I can find (Y/n) (Y/L/n)?”

The lady smiled and took Bucky by surprise by laughing. His fake smile vanished immediately, his eyes squinting in a annoyed expression.

“That would be me!” You exclaimed with a warm smile.

Bucky’s eyes widened and he thought for a second he was being fucked with, but after you stayed smiling at him, being as patient as ever— he knew you weren’t joking.

“Uh right… Your dad is Pierce?” He asked hesitantly, keeping his guard up. Still thinking someone was messing with him— testing him.

You nodded slowly, giving him a curious expression. Your smile never wavering.

“Yes, and you are?” You asked so politely.

Bucky shouldn’t of been as shocked as he was but truthfully, he was expecting a demon spawn of a person. Red eyes, withered flowers left in your path, a literal storm cloud floating over you— but you looked so normal. So sweet and pretty. Your hair smelled so strongly of strawberry shampoo, he could catch the scent from his spot. Your voice was like honey, the sound soothing.

He was confused as to why your father thought so wrongly of you. He had too many questions.

He cleared his throat, straightening himself now that he believed you were who he was looking for.

“(Y/n), my name is Mr. Barnes— I’ve been hired as your personal bodyguard.” He informed you, watching the corners of your mouth falter slightly.

“Oh, did my Father hire you?” You asked politely.

“Yes ma’am.”

You nodded your head, attempting to keep a smile on your face. But you couldn’t help the distaste for being given a bodyguard. You knew it was only for the sole purpose, that your Father didn’t want to care for you anymore. He wanted nothing to do with you. That fact was enough to make your nose start to burn, but you held yourself together— not wanting to break down in front of this new guy.

Bucky watched you take in the information, the way you took a deep breath, almost controlling yourself before you spoke again.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes. I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.” You told him.

Bucky shook his head, an annoyed expression etching his face.

“Ma’am, I think we should keep things professional. I have been hired as your bodyguard. Let me do my job, and you can continue with your day as usual. You won’t even know I’m here half the time.” He explained rather harshly.

You seemed taken aback, his words hurting you more than they should’ve. You were lonely, and you thought you’d be able to get a friend out of this situation. Even if he was being hired to hang around you. Luck didn’t seem to be on your side as he told you off. The burning felt stronger in your nose, and you took another deep breath.

Bucky only felt bad for a second, but he was quickly snapping back to reality. It was his life on the line to protect you, and if Bucky was anything— it was that he was good at doing his job. This was business, not playtime.

“I’m here to take you home. Are you ready?” He asked you.

You relaxed your quick beating heart, not even having time to speak with your Father. Not that he’d want to anyway. So much had changed since your Mother passed, you had yet to heal those wounds.

You nodded with a weaker smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. If Bucky had noticed your sudden mood change, he didn’t mention it— instead guiding you outside.

He opened the door to the car that was waiting outside for you, climbing in himself after you were settled.

He started driving to your place, with the help of the car telling him directions.

Meanwhile you gazed out the window, watching the buildings pass by. You forced yourself to keep a small smile on your face, hoping you’d convince yourself that the gesture was genuine if you did it long enough.

Bucky glanced back at you through the rear view mirror from time to time, watching you look out the window. He was still trying to come to terms with how polite you were, how completely opposite you were to your Fathers description.

On one hand it was a relief that he didn’t have to deal with the devil. On the other hand… he was anxious to see where this job would lead him.

A/N: I don’t know what is wrong with me, but suddenly I had this urge to write a bodyguard!bucky fic. let’s be honest, we are all slut’s for bodyguard!bucky 😭 I’m also a whore for the trope grumpy x sunshine 🥰🥴 let me know what you think— this is all word vomit.

[the-record]

☀️ i see the light ☀️

summary: ellie is just trying to hide from the guards when she stumbles apon a tower and a girl with really long hair.

pairing: flynn ryder!ellie williams x rapunzel!reader

warnings: non me things

a/n: i want to thank the oh so lovely @meowmeowtimw for sending me their gorgeous art, and also everyone who anticipated this fic. thank you so much for the love. also, first time doing a taglist, but let me know if you’d like to be added!

this is going to be done in parts bc my tumblr glitches and i dont want to lose any writing and delay this anymore! i have changed it up a bit from the movie to attempt to fit ellie as a character and not feel like im writing out the script but all the iconic moments will be included

you’re not quite sure how she ended up here. knocked out and stuffed in your wardrobe.

earlier, it had just been you and pascal. your mother out fetching ingredients for dinner, your birthday dinner.

she’d shut down your hopes and dreams of seeing the lights you saw every year for your birthday. she called them stars, made you feel fragile and weak. left with a half hearted goodbye.

thats when the girl showed up.

short auburn hair, climbing the tower with arrows. before you knew it, she was passed out on the floor, a frying pan in your hands.

in her bag though, that was the interesting piece. something gold and shiny, crystals decorating the circle. too big to be a bracelet, too beautiful to be a magnifying glass.

you and pascal jumped as your mother called up the tower, a surprise apparently. when you tried bringing up the lights once more, she’d simply laughed, brushing it off. you tried again, but gave up when she yelled, asking for paints.

she left, leaving you alone again. until you weren’t.

a girl, in your window.

now in your chair, tied up with pascal on her shoulder. he licked her ear, once, twice, three times before she jolted awake with a yell.

“what the hell?”

you took a deep breath, still hiding in a shadow.

“struggling… struggling is pointless.”

she looked around, taking in what was holding her down. was it, hair?

“i know why you’re here, and im not afraid of you.” slowly, you stepped into her view. “who are you, and how did you find me?”

“am i wrapped in hair?” the girl gawked at you, struggling under the wraps. “who am i? who are you? this is insane. this is kidnapping, just so you know.”

your face dropped. “you broke in first.”

“and you knocked me out and tied me up! with hair! who even has this much hair?” she groaned as she struggled.

“so you dont know who i am?” you whispered as you stepped closer.

she looked at you incredulously, “are you joking? of course not. can you let me out now?” you nodded as you stopped in front of her.

only now did you really notice her. short auburn hair, tied up at the back. green eyes that matched yours. freckles lining her nose and cheeks. lips slightly cracked and parted.

“ill let you out, if you promise me one thing.” she rolled her eyes but nodded. “every year, on my birthday, there are these lights. my mother told me they were stars, but ive tracked the stars for years.” you turned away and pulled back the curtain to your most recent painting. “they’re floating lights, and you are going to take me to them.” she hesitated but you quickly jumped in. “and if you don’t, say goodbye to your satchel.”

she sighed and relaxed into the chair. “alright, fine.” she smiled as your eyes lit up and you ran to her. “ill take you. but, we’re going my way.” you nodded excitedly as you untangled her from your hair. “and, im ellie by the way.”

“rapunzel.”

she shook out her limbs before standing. “rapunzel? pretty.”

“so you’ve really never been outside the tower before?”

ellie walked slightly ahead with her hands in her pockets, a small smile on her face. she said she knew a place to stop on your way to the kingdom.

you nodded as you took in everything. “she said it was too dangerous for me out here. that id get eaten alive.”

ellie frowned a bit as you spoke. you were definitely a bit ditzy, but smart. you weren’t naive but you noticed the good in everything you’d seen.

“so,” you pulled up beside ellie, nearly bumping her. “how did you find me?”

“i didn’t actually intend to.” she said, looking at you. “i was running, from… some very bad people, and i stumbled apon a pass in the woods. totally by accident. and when i went through it, there it was. the tower.” she watched as you nodded. “i figured id just, go up. i wasnt really thinking someone might be there.”

“obviously.” you teased.

she rolled her eyes, “alright whatever. i just needed somewhere to wait everyone out. and then you came out of nowhere and tried to maim me.”

you gasped, hitting her arm as she laughed. “i thought you were gonna hurt me! what was i supposed to do?”

“okay, fair enough.” you walked in silence for awhile, side by side, hands grazing.

ellie couldn’t help but feel a pull to you. you were kind, and funny. she hadn’t known you very long, but she knew she wanted to know more. and she couldn’t deny your beauty.

she was knocked out of her thoughts as you pointed to a sign in the distance.

snuggly duckling.

taglist: @urcherrr @onlinelesbo @diddiqueen @pedropascalsbbg @dinaismyfavmilf @madislayyy @ellieswilliamsgf @williamellieslilho @iove-bbb @swxxtbnny

[amaya-writes]

hi hi! can i request light yagami x reader who he knew since before the death note & knows about him being kira, who he actually cares about? u can decide wether u wanna write a one shot or hcs or whatever, i don't mind :) tysm in advance!

Notes: idk how to feel about this, but i hope you like it!

Warnings: sort of yandere themes?

Characters involved: Light, mentions of the other characters

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Being close to Light before he acquired the Death Note was rare, but being worthy enough to stick around after that was almost unprecedented.

Perhaps that was why Light felt the need to be the way he was.

If he was being honest, Light didn't understand why it had to be you.

You who wasn't too pretty or smart or funny. You who didn't stick out like a sore thumb yet didn't blend in the background either. You who buzzed around him like a bee to a flower yet never lingered close enough to sink your stinger in.

You were different, but for someone like Light, you were also awfully similar to the rest.

So why did he feel the need to cling to you like so?

Why did he find himself writing down and cutting out the names of the pesky boys in class who dared to flirt with you? Why did Light secretly stalk and cling to you from the shadows yet seem aloof in person?

He let you in.

Light Yagami, Kira, let you in.

Light had never been one for friends, much less relationships, yet somehow the existence of the Death Note came with the need to keep you in the loop, to watch you fidget and fumble as you revelled in the sheer power he held.

Light didn't want you bent on your knee before him like the rest, in fact, the way you cowered in the corner of his room during one of your study sessions had his heart aching rather than trilling.

"Don't be that way."

His voice was clipped, posture rigid, and mask immaculate, yet somehow you saw through the cold demeanour and noticed the angry and dejected young boy hiding inside.

You saw him, just like you always did, and just like every other time, Light found himself hating you for it.

The look in your eyes only hardened his gaze and had Light quickly bridging the little gap you had formed between the two of you.

"You can't run-"

He took yet another step closer to you as he spoke, watching as your back thudded against his bedroom wall.

"You can't hide. And you most certainly aren't stupid enough to snitch, are you?"

"Light-"

The way you cut yourself off once you noticed the cynical expression on his face was enough to make Light press further, causing him to take yet another step towards you until his face was but a hair's breadth away from yours.

He remained silent for a moment, only speaking again once you hesitantly nodded your head and allowed your gaze to sink to the ground in a show of submission.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

The way he sounded almost nonchalant as he spoke only worsened your fear, but Light chose to look past it. After all, punishing you on the first day certainty wouldn't have you falling for the real him anytime soon.

"Now, let's finish up our homework, darling."

Light pretended to overlook the way you cringed at the nickname as he leaned forward to plant a small peck on your cheek, with his hand intertwining with yours to lead you back to his table.

Light Yagami couldn't understand why it had to be you.

But if having you by his side was what he needed to complete his perfect world, then it was by his side that you would stay.

Till death do you part.