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nicolewoo · 1 year ago

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Super Earth Chapters 9 and 10

What the heck! Why not post them together since they're both done?

Chapter 9: Dodgeball

Capter 10: Fruition

Part 9: Dodgeball

I floated into the mess hall followed by a couple of scientists that were still trying to get adjusted to having no gravity. By the time we arrived, the mess hall was full of crew and passengers. The crew members cheered when I got there.

“Everyone ready?” I asked Orange and Carmello, who were waiting for me at the door. I looked at Orange now, “You’re not needed in Engineering?”

“Gargano and Coffey can handle it.” He said casually.

Our conversation was interrupted by a woman yelling “Wait! Wait! Wait for me!” A second later, Ensign Tilly floated in the room.

“We haven’t picked teams yet.” Mello assured her, and she cheered.

Cassidy clapped his hands loudly. “Everyone ready?” There was a chorus of yesses. “So, does everyone know how to play dodgeball?” A couple of the scientists didn’t, and Orange explained. “So we have 2 team captains. Captain Y/L/NQ is one and Carmello is the other. We’ll pick teams. Then we line up in two lines facing each other.” Dr. Owens and Dr. Zayne demonstrated. “Then we start throwing balls at each other. If you get hit by a ball you’re out.” Owens threw a ball at Zayne, which he avoided. “Whichever team has the last man standing wins. Understand?” There were agreements.

“But there’s no gravity.” Dr. Lee asked. “Seems to be a lot easier. The balls are going to be so slow.”

My crew laughed. “Yeah, but the balls don’t land; and you still have to avoid the rebounds. They’ll be floating everywhere. Trust me, it’s a lot harder than you think.”

“Team Captains. Coin toss.” Mellow and I each faced Orange. “Captain Y/L/N you pick,” Orange tossed a coin into the air, which just spun in place for a second before Orange clapped his hands around the coin.

“Tails.” I said, but when he looked at the coin, I’d lost.

Mello laughed happily. “I’m starting with Dr. Owens.”

I just smiled at Mello as I made my first pick, “First pick is Dr. Reigns.” Nobody was surprised.

For the past couple of hours, I’d been thinking about what order I was going to pick my teammates. If I picked Roman first, I could end up losing Orange or Dr. Thorpe by choosing Roman first, but I was willing to take that risk.

Mello took a deep breath before choosing “Dr. Zayne”. I kept my face stoic, but I was hugely relieved. Mello knew what our normal teams were, and he was not stealing my guys. I’d treat him with the same respect.

“Orange.” Mello nodded at me as if saying, that of course we’d respect our normal teams.

A few minutes later, our teams slowly tried to get lined up and ready to play…. The crew occasionally helping the scientists who weren’t used to no-grav. Balls were handed out to a few members of the crew. I looked down the line at my team. I had my usual Dr. Thorpe, Orange, and Tilly. I’d also chosen Towzawa, who looked like he could be fast and flexible, Dr. Lee and Dr. Ripley, both had the potential for real violence. I’d lost Dr. Gunthar, and his co-workers Dr. Kaiser and Dr. Davinci to Mello. I was really hoping to get them, but I knew Mello would choose them before I did. As expected Ensign Trick Williams was standing at Mello’s side. They had been friends for years.

Trick fished a whistle out of his pocket. “Everyone ready?” He yelled excitedly, and everyone yelled yes.

The whistle sounded and the balls began to float through the room. Laughs, taunts, cheers, the sound of balls bouncing off bodies… the whole room descended into a joyous chaos. We all took it easy on the scientists in the beginning; allowing them to get their sea legs before throwing balls at them. Quite a few of them got hit by balls that had been thrown at other targets, as expected. Mello and I had already decided to let them back in the game while they got used to everything. Some of them decided not to play, which was fine, and we ended up having cheerleaders for each team.

Drs. Guntar, Kaiser and Divinci adapted almost immediately, launching what I’m sure would have been painful throws in gravity at us. I could see why Mello chose them. Roman, Orange, Jamie, Thorpe, Tilly and I formed a circle, backs to each other; holding balls to fend off attacks until the time was right to launch a ball at a target. The strategy would hopefully help us avoid the loose balls. It worked pretty well until a deflected ball shot straight down into our circle, soundly hitting Jamie on the shoulder.

“Hey!” She protested, but then waved it off. “I gotta take the helm anyway so Ciampa can play.” She grabbed the wall and launched herself toward the bridge.

The dangerous trio of Guntar and friends were formidable indeed. They were systematically picking off my team members; somehow launching the ball so hard the rebounds even had speed. Towzawa turned out to be a huge asset. The Guntar group didn’t see him as a threat right up until the moment he took out Guntar and Kaiser in one rebounding shot. My whole team cheered. We were getting our tails whipped, despite gaining a fresh Ciampa in Jamie’s place.

The longer the game went, the more people fell into two categories. Those of us left in the game were getting more serious with each throw while the pool of eliminated players laughed more, cheered more, enjoyed more.

It was Dr. Owens, who came out of nowhere. His shot landed squarely on my chest, eliminating me and garnering a round of cheers from the other team.

In the end, Dr. Thorpe alone faced Mello, Trick and Owens. He fought valiantly, but he was outmanned. Seeing the three opponents on three sides of him with three balls, ready to throw at once. He shook his head defeatedly as they launched their balls. He was able to avoid 2, but the third hit his elbow.

With that, the whole room cheered. Now that the game was over, the scientists started playing around in the wide open space, doing the normal flips and moves, drinking water in no-grav. Some felt the NEED to pee in no-grav. I could have told them it was a pain the ass, but if they didn’t do it, they’d wonder what it was like for the rest of their lives. I just chuckled to myself.

“Cap,” Mello floated beside me with a bag of water for me. “Good game.”

I smiled, looking around the mess, seeing everyone having a blast. “Good game.” I agreed. We touched our water bags together as if we were clinking wine glasses.

“Oh!” Mello turned to Trick. “Can I have a bag for Roman?” The bag floating to us. “Here.” He handed Roman the bag.

The shoulder I’d dislocated a few weeks ago was really sore after the game, and I tried to move it around and massage the shoulder. Dr. Thorpe noticed and launched himself toward me.

“You ok? Did you re-injure it?” He asked putting his hand on my shoulder and exploring the joint.

“Nah,” I said, “It’s just sore.”

“Want something?” Thorpe asked, knowing I’d turn it down.

“No. A good hot shower will help.” I said.

Thorpe turned to Roman now, “Can you massage her shoulder tonight?” He ignored my huff. “Right here.” Thorpe pushed his finger into the socket and then put Roman’s fingers there. “In this joint?”

Roman agreed. It wasn’t until Thorpe was gone that Roman turned to me with a wicked smirk on his face. “You heard the doc. I’ve gotta give you a massage tonight.” His smirk showing that he meant to massage more than just my shoulder.

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Part 10: The Fruition

The computer chimed. “Good Morning Captain” The automated voice chirped.

“Morning Ship” I answered groggily.

“How did you sleep?” The automated voice added. “Today is the big day!” At that, I was wide awake. Today! Today was the day! I would finally see Super Earth today! I’d get to walk through the colony, feel the water, see all the work that is being done. Today everything I’ve worked so hard for was coming true. My joy was tamped down as I realized none of that was going to happen unless I safely set the ship down on the settlement’s platforms. I’d practiced on the simulator hundreds of times. I’d talked to other pilots who had been to Super Earth. I was 100% ready for this, but I was scared to death.

Roman sat up lazily, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “You can do this!” We’d spent a lot of time talking about it. This was the one part of the mission I was dreading.

“The landing pad is so small” I lamented.

He kissed my temple. “You’re an excellent pilot, and you’ve practiced this… you know this… you got this.”

I leaned into his touch. He was right. “I’ve seen you steer through a debris field, baby. You had to make a million little split second decisions and you kept us safe, and you hadn’t practiced. I trust you to do this landing. You know the pad inside and out. You know the ship. Just trust yourself.” I wished his words would have been enough to calm my nerves.

I turned to kiss him before dragging myself out of bed and into the bathroom. I turned on the shower to heat up. “Computer, how are my crew and passengers?”

“The passengers are doing well. Dr. Thorpe is doing pre-landing exams on them now. There are some signs of anxiety, but all seem to be healthy. Lt. Coffey broke his finger last night. Dr. Thorpe has treated the injury.”

Roman slipped into the bathroom with me, naked and glorious as he climbed into the shower I had heated up for myself. I climbed in with him. My shower wasn’t built for two, but that meant we were constantly wrapped up in each other; soap and water covered skins sliding against each other. It was enough to distract my mind for a short time.

He’d gotten out of the shower, picked me up and carried me to the bed wet, but I didn’t care. I was lost in him, and I needed it. He was primal, wild, grabbing, biting, pulling, ensuring I didn’t have time to think about the landing.

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We were getting dressed now, my body ready for another delicious breakfast from Carmello. “Computer.”

The computer chimed. “Yes Captain.”

“How did Lt. Coffey break his finger?” I put my shirt on.

“Boxing, Captain” The computer answered. Lt. Coffey loved to box, so this answer was expected.

“Who was he fighting?” I asked.

“Dr. Thorpe.” The female voice answered.

“How is my ship today?” I asked as I tied my shoes.

“Systems are functioning within expected parameters. Thank you for asking” The ship answered.

I sighed in relief. My crew had been working diligently to make sure the ship was working perfectly. Most of us were looking forward to a 3 month rest on the planet. My crew deserved it.

The mood in the mess hall was different today. People spoke in hushed tones, nobody joked or played…. We were all nervous about today’s landing. It was the most dangerous part of the trip.

Lt. Coffey was the first to approach our table. “Cap, you got this.” He put out his fist for a bump. After his example, every time someone got up, they came and gave me their support. It was incredibly appreciated. Hearing the crew and passengers trusted me gave me an ego boost.

Jamie came into the mess, grabbing a tray of food before sitting at the table with Roman, and me. “Almost vacation time.” She sang out cheerily.

“Just that one little thing to do before that. Nothing much…..just landing a spaceship on a tiny, floating platform on an alien planet.” I got more nervous just saying it.

I could always count on Jamie to boost my spirits. “I’ll be right there with you. We’re gonna land this ship just like we do every time in simulation.” She placed her hand on mine and squeezed. “I’m not scared at all.”

Orange spoke from behind me as he came to our table. “I’ll be right there too.”

I was done eating and put my fork down. “Who is covering engineering?”

“That would be me.” Lt. Gargano answered as he approached with his breakfast tray.

I scooted closer to Roman to make more room at the table. Gargano pulled up a chair to the corner of the table, jockeying for room to set his tray.

Orange continued. “Both Lt. Gargano and Lt. Coffey will be in engineering.”

That was comforting. I’d worked with Gargano for years, and I trusted him implicitly, and Lt. Coffey had proven himself on this trip. Orange relied on the young Lt. often, and he’d done stellar work every time.

“Morning.” Commander Ciampa said as he approached the table. He didn’t even try to fit at our table. He sat at the table next to us, digging into his food the second he was seated. “Big Day!” He seemed excited.

Gargano went to sit with Ciampa, freeing up some room at our table. “I can’t believe that we’re FINALLY going to see Super Earth!” He said once he was seated.

“Oh yeah!” Lt. Coffey said as he joined them. “Can’t wait to explore everything!”

“I can’t wait for vacation!” Jamie added.

Nobody seemed concerned about the landing but me. It was my job to be concerned, but still. Their confidence eased my apprehension even more.

When Lt. Deville approached me with a tablet, my mind switched into mission commander mode immediately. I reviewed the information on the propulsion system quickly, asking Sonya about a couple of the readings before letting her get back to work.

“Checking ships’ systems?” Roman said quietly to me, the rich, velvet undertones of his voice seemed to seep into me and comfort me a bit. I nodded curtly, and he wrapped an arm over my shoulder. “You’re gonna do great. Just remember why you’re doing this.” He knew how much this trip meant to me. He knew how much good was being done on the planet and how excited I was to see how this work could be used to heal our Earth.

Carmello must have seen the exchange, because he tapped a spoon on a bulkhead to get everyone’s attention. “Hey guys, Listen up!” The room settled down quickly. “Today is the day we’ve all been waiting for.” Everyone cheered a little. “But today is also the most dangerous day. Let’s focus on our goals for a minute, remember what good this mission is going to do. Dr. Towzawa, can you start? How will your experiments improve Earth?”

Tozawa was a small man, from Taiwan with a crazy blonde streak in his hair. He didn’t speak English very well. He stood to address the whole mess hall. “If my crops grow on TOI-1452b, we feed everyone there, and more humans can live there, easing burden on Earth’s….” He paused, asking for help translating from one of his colleagues. “resources on Earth.” Once done with his bit, he pointed to Dr. Xia Lee. She was a stunningly beautiful woman with long dark hair and an infectious smile who had picked up the nickname “Michin” on the trip.

“My experiments focus on converting plant matter into vehicle safe fuels.” She sat and pointed to Dr. Guthar.

The overly large aesthetically daunting Doctor was actually one of the funniest people on board. “My work,” He looked over at Dr. Davinci and Dr. Kaiser. “Our work,” he corrected himself. “We will be trying to figure out how to translate the technology of harvesting energy from the ocean’s waves into energy and adapt it for Earth.”

“It’s not as easy as that.” Dr. Kaiser interrupted.

Dr. Guthar nodded. “No. Not that easy, but it’s a start.”

It took about a half hour to go through all the scientists, and it was a half hour I didn’t have, but Carmello had been correct. Hearing what we were fighting for was enough to shore up my resolve.

I was in the gym, getting in a quick workout as a way to distract myself when the computer chirped. “Captain,” It was Jamie. “We are nearing TOI-1452b. It should be visible in the next half hour.” I peeked out the window and saw nothing but stars. I turned off the treadmill, dabbing my face and neck with a towel while I walked to the computer panel to answer.

“Understood.”

I showered faster than I ever have, putting on my lucky underwear to face the day. Roman chuckled. “You won’t need them.” He said as he lounged on my bed. “You’re the best pilot in space.”

“Need and want are two different things. I’m not taking any chances today.” I said as I pulled my hair up.

I was putting on my shoes when he spoke again. “Can I come with you? See the planet?”

I considered. “Yeah, but just until we start the landing sequence. You’ll have to be strapped into your seat with everyone else when I do the landing.”

“I know,” he said. “I just want to see it!” He stood after putting his shoes on. What he meant is he just wanted to be there to support me, and I wanted that as well, but regulations prevented me from having him on the bridge while we landed.

Although we generally acted professionally in front of the crew and passengers, I took his hand as we walked to the bridge.

Orange, Ciampa and Jamie were already there as I expected, but I found the majority of the crew and passengers there, trying to get a look at the planet.

“What’s going on?” I asked from the doorway.

“Captain!” Dr. Zayne said cheerfully. “Just in time to see it.” He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me toward my seat at the helm.

“90 seconds until visual.” Cassidy said from his station.

I should have cleared the bridge, leaving only Orange, Ciampa, Jamie and me, but I was just as excited about seeing Super Earth as everyone else. I could let them stay a few minutes. “Ok, everyone back up. You can stand on this side of the room.” I indicated the door away from the controls.

The computer chirped. “Incoming call from TOI-1452b.” The automated voice said. I couldn’t help my smile.

“Answer it.” I told the computer.

“Earth vessel Explorer. This is Super Earth Colony. I am Base commander Seth Rollins. We have you on our radar. Expected time of arrival is 2 hours and 14 minutes.” Everyone on the bridge cheered.

“Super Earth Colony, this is the Earth vessel Explorer. This is Captain Y/L/N. We expect visual in 45 seconds.” I answered.

“How was your trip?” Mr. Rollins said.

I was so focused on landing the craft, and his small talk didn’t seem important, but I should pretend to be calm for the crew and passengers. I thought quickly. “It went very well. Just a couple of hiccups.”

I was barely done talking when he answered, a good indication that he was focused too. “Glad to hear it. I’m here to help you land. I understand you’ve racked up some miles on a simulator?” It was a question instead of a statement.

Jamie laughed as I answered. “My crew and I have been through 153 simulations.”

Rollins’ whistle rang through the air. “Ok! This is going to be a breeze then.” I hoped he was right to have so much confidence in me.

“Cap!” Jamie said. I looked up to find the tiniest little orb of blue way in the distance.

“Colony, we have visual.” I said to Rollins.

There was a pause. I heard some rustling and movements. “Great.” Rollins finally said. “Ok, when you get here, take an orbit of 2,700 Kilometers and radio us. I’ll help guide you in.”

Everything was exactly like the simulations, which calmed me a bit. “See you in a couple of hours.” I answered Rollins.

“Can’t wait Captain. The whole settlement is excited to meet you all. We don’t get too many visitors.” He laughed.

“Not as excited as our crew and passengers.” I answered, and I heard the crowd behind me laugh.

I turned to face them. “Ok. Off the bridge everyone. We’ve got work to do.” Disappointed sounds rang out from many of them. “You’ll be able to see the planet as we approach from the gym.” The alternative was very welcomed and the crowd started leaving to go to the gym and watch. It wasn’t quite as good of a view, but I couldn’t have them all on the bridge while we did this.

My crew went to work. For the next 90 minutes, every system on the ship was checked and double checked and in some cases triple checked by my crew and reported to me. Short of a tripped relay in the environmental controls, the ship was in perfect condition. We all kept an eye on the planet as it got closer, but our main focus was checking the ship.

I stood in the middle of the bridge trying to figure out what to do next. Surely, I was forgetting something. “Cap?” Orange said.

“Yeah?” I answered.

Slipping his hands into his pocket, he answered. “We’re ready.” When I didn’t answer or move he continued. “I suggest you take a little break. Pee, hydrate, relax.”

“Agreed!” Jamie said. “You’re gonna drive me nuts if you sit here. “Go take a break.”

“You first.” I said to them.

I hadn’t noticed Ciampa at the door. “How about you all take a break? I’ll take the helm until we’re in orbit.”

A break? In 153 simulations, I’d never ended up 45 minutes ahead of schedule. I had to admit my crew had done an amazing job. “I can’t.” I said confused. There had to be something that needed done.

Ciampa walked to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. “You can, Cap. I’ll be right here. If anything at all happens, I’ll let you know, but you have a rare chance to relax before landing. You should take it.”

I nodded. “Ok.”

Roman was waiting outside the bridge for me. He opened his arms and I practically ran into them, burying myself deep in his arms as if he could protect me from the universe. He ran his hand soothingly over my back. “Why don’t we go to your quarters? Maybe you can lay down.” When I didn’t immediately answer yes, he continued. “Would you prefer to go to the gym and watch with everyone else?” He asked, but my quarters had just as good of a view of the approaching planet as the gym did.

I immediately shook my head no. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in him. “C’mon then.” He started toward my quarters.

“What’s wrong?” Roman asked.

I thought for a second. “I don’t know what to do.” In all of our simulations, we never had this much downtime.” He sat on my bed, patting the spot next to him. “Come sit down and relax.” Without any other idea what I should be doing, I listened to him.

He sat, leaning against the headboard and I crawled between his legs and into his arms. We watched the planet coming closer out my window.

“I heard Super Earth is planning a party for our arrival.” He whispered in the silence.

I looked at him. “I hadn’t heard that. Where did you hear it?”

He smiled down at me and placed a kiss on my temple. “Mello.” He answered. “I guess they do it every time a new ship lands on Super Earth. Back on Earth, they asked him what everyone’s favorite food are, and they’ll try to re-create them with their foods.”

“That’s really sweet.” I answered him. “Doubt I’m gonna be in the mood to party though. Probably be exhausted after the landing.”

“Baby girl,” He nuzzled into my hair until his lips were next to my ear, soothing me with his deep calming voice. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. You’ve done this what…. 150 times in simulations.”

“153 I corrected. But there were 10 bad landings on the simulation before the successful landings.” I lamented.

“Baby,” His voice was like a balm for my soul. “That’s why they have simulations. So you can learn, and you did learn. You’re ready for this.”

“I’m not sure talking about the landing is calming me.” I ran my fingers lightly over his arms, exploring the muscles and veins.

“Mmmm” he grumbled sexily. “Maybe I can find a way to distract you.” He licked my ear lobe.

I checked his watch, “Not enough time, baby.” He looked deflated. “But I bet there will be time tonight.”

He growled, “Tonight then.”

“Can we….” I started and trailed off.

“What baby girl?” He prodded.

I took deep breath. “I think I should go check on my crew.” “Baby, they’re ready. You’re ready. The ship is ready, but if it will make you feel better, let’s walk around the ship checking on everyone.” He smiled down at me.

I was up quickly, holding my hand out for him to hold. He rose quickly and we started our tour.

“Captain on deck.” Ensign Tilly said as she jumped to attention.

I walked into engineering, looking around as I said “Thank you Ensign Tilly.”

Lt. Gargano approached me. “Captain! Thought you’d be on the bridge.”

I paused, “Ciampa has the helm until we get to orbit.” I answered. “I’ll take over in a bit.” I started walking through engineering, checking readings. “How are things here?”

Gargano had fallen into step behind me. “We’re ready to go Cap. The ship is in fantastic shape.” I’d gotten a similar report over the com less than an hour ago, but it calmed me to hear it again.

I approached the station Coffey was working on. A red light blinked on his computer. “Is that the relay in the Environmental Controls?” I pointed to the light.

“Yeah yeah!” Coffey answered. “Just a tiny leak. Commander Cassidy said it could wait until we landed.”

“Ok.” I said. I looked up. Coffey happened to be working in front of a window that showed Super Earth really well. “You’ve got a good seat.” I joked.

Coffey’s eyes lit up. “Yeah. I won an epic battle of rock paper scissors to get it.” He laughed.

It made me laugh too, “and who lost?”

“Me!” Ensign Tilly’s voice rang out, and I turned to see her hand up.

“Sorry Ensign,” I said to her.

“It’s ok, Cap. I get that station when we go home. Tilly always found a way to make the most out of everything. It was a trait I admired.

I was turning to leave when it hit me. If Tilly and Coffey were making plans for the ride home, they trusted me to land the ship. Maybe I could be a little more like Tilly today and have a positive attitude about this. “Thank you Ensign Tilly.”

She turned from her work, obviously confused. “For what Captain?”

“I’ll tell you at dinner tonight.” I smiled at her, and she didn’t push the subject. Tonight, after I’d landed us safely, I’d tell her how much her positive attitude helped me calm down.

“Thank you everyone. See you all on Super Earth!” I slipped out of Engineering.

Roman had waited for me at the door, and as I walked out with a smile on my face and a bit of a cocky swagger, he smiled and took my hand. “Time to go to the bridge?” I smiled and nodded at him.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” I smiled. He squeezed my hand, but we walked in silence to the bridge.

He wrapped his arms around me. “You’re going to do great.” He kissed my forehead.

“I am.” I said.

“What happened in Engineering? You seem to feel better.” He asked.

I thought for a beat before just saying “Ensign Tilly.”

He had a knowing look in his eye as he smirked. “Ah… Miss Positivity got you.” I laughed and nodded.

He kissed me softly, “Ok Captain. Go do your thing.” He started to pull away, and I pulled him back for one more kiss.

“Go get strapped in.” I said as I stepped onto the bridge.

@mindofasagitarius @lclb13 @serenityfiretrash @lustyromantic @reigns-5sos @bigpsychicbagelauthor @omg-im-such-a-masochist @marlananicole @wickedsunfire @starwithaheart for the wolf fic @spookys-girl for the wolf fic @pitlissa22 for the wolf fic @snowpanda18 @thesamoanqueen @sassginaswanmills

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neallo · 1 year ago

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So...................... i Mello holds Near hostage in one of your fics, WHICH ONES IS IT?!

LMFAO i love the energy of this ask. thank you. extremely chaotic but also endearing.

to answer your question: the fic you're thinking of is i want to hold you (hostage), and it hasn't been posted yet!! i'm still finishing it up, though it's about 3/4 (I HOPE!!! it's already 16k words 🫣) of the way written. i want to, at the very minimum, start posting it by the end of meronia week; i expect it's going to be about 3-4 chapters. i'm not going to try to describe it in depth here, as i'd rather keep some elements a surprise, but it's a canon-divergent story centering around Mello during his mafia era, and it takes place about a week or so before we see him show back up in canon.

just for fun, i'm going to toss the first few paragraphs below ❣️ there's also a playlist you can find here, if you just want to get a sense of the vibes ✨🎶

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Mello wakes to the sound of his 9:00 AM alarm going off, the mid-morning sun throwing stripes of light across his bedsheets from how it peeks through the gaps in his blinds. His hand gropes towards the clock on his bedside table, clumsily seeking out the off button as he blinks sleep from his eyes. The beeping ceases, and Mello sighs, sagging backwards against his pillows again. He can’t recall what he dreamt about, though from the lingering wistfulness clouding his mind and weighing down his limbs, he could take an educated guess.

His apartment is quiet; he’s alone. Every single morning since he moved to LA, he’s woken up alone. The only exception was a little over a month ago now, but that wasn’t in this city or this apartment or this bed, which he supposes he should be grateful for. It would have been worse if Mello had seen his face in this light, his cheek resting against this pillow, the curve of his shoulder peeking out from these sheets. In the quiet, Mello’s own minuscule movements sound loud, as does his breath. Normally it doesn’t bother him, but some days it’s more noticeable than others, and today is evidently one of them.

After a few more minutes of soaking in dilute, nebulous angst, Mello forces himself to get out of bed and go to the kitchen, puts on a pot of coffee and sets about making himself breakfast. The window over his sink faces a busier street than the one in his bedroom, so the silence is a bit thinner here, miscellaneous sounds leaking through the old glass. It helps ground him a little. He’d picked this apartment specifically for its soundproofing, because the last several places he lived all had paper-thin walls, while the brick construction here means he can’t hear his neighbors fucking or people on the sidewalk below shouting at each other. Obviously he prefers it that way, but the silence is foreign after so many years of living in an orphanage teeming with other noisy children and a good year and a half after that spent either sleeping on the streets or in run-down shitholes. For a short period of time after moving here, Mello entertained the idea of getting a cat, mostly so he would have something living and moving around in the same space as him, but it seemed selfish to bring a fragile creature into the kind of life he leads.

Of course, that didn’t stop him from trying, once. Not with a cat, but with—

His coffee starts to brew, mercifully interrupting his train of thought before it could go off the rails. As he cracks an egg into a hot, buttered pan, Mello calculates what time he needs to leave to make his flight. Just thinking about it soothes him a bit; in three hours, he’ll be boarding a plane to New York, and in six more, he’ll have landed at JFK. The sun will have set on the east coast by then, and by the time he gets to his hotel, he should be ready to sleep. Dreamlessly, if he’s lucky.

(Mello has been short on that specific type of luck, lately.)

#meronia #mello x near #tag: i want to hold you (hostage)#my writing #asks

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ravetaper · 2 years ago

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Marshmello EDC 2023 Live Set - Friday Kinetic Field

This is a 60-minute audio recording of Marshmello EDC 2023 live set from Friday at Kinetic Field. The set was recorded May 19, 2023, at Electric Daisy Carnival, which took place at Las Vegas Motor Speedway. The set began at 1:48 the following morning but there were two interruptions near the start. This is the uninterrupted final hour of the set.

Rave Tapes · Marshmello EDC 2023 Live Set - Friday Kinetic Field

I'm at the point where the audio is ready, the thumbnails are made, and I have to come up with some coherent words to accompany the post. I'm listening back to the set and...wow. It's hitting me.

This was Marshmello's Friday night set at the big KinteticFIELD. There were problems at the beginning.

It had started drizzling lightly, but it was raining hard enough to concern to the AV crew. There's usually nothing covering EDC's stages, as rain in Vegas at that time of year is somewhat rare. But then again, sporadic desert showers are known to happen.

The gear was still functioning 10 minutes into the rain, but the crew was nervous. They eventually brought out a large commercial folding canopy. It was big and heavy. And, it must have been new, because it looked very stiff. The assembly was so stiff, four guys couldn't manage to expand the structure and raise the canopy. The crew was struggling with the canopy for several minutes. Meanwhile, Marshmello is off to the side waiting to get back to the decks. The guys are struggling, the song is elapsing, the transition has to happen soon. Eventually Marshmello forces his way to the decks and attempts to salvage the mix, but it's too late. The blend trainwrecks. Marshmello throws up his hands and tells the crowd he'll hopefully be back in a minute after the issues get fixed. Bear in mind, it's still drizzling and the canopy still isn't up yet.

What was I feeling? I felt RELIEVED! Allow me to explain.

The trainwreck meant everything to me. It's called a trainwreck because the sound of two records clashing is pretty terrible, like watching a car crash or trainwreck. BUT, it can only happen if a DJ is actually mixing!!

This weekend was my first time seeing Marshmello. I honestly didn't know what his live sets were like. I know his history and know he's been a part of the scene for a while and is a legit producer. But one never really knows what's going on with the live sets. We assume all the artists are actually mixing tracks in realtime, but rumors abound about artists "faking it" or merely playing back a pre-recorded set.

I'm not saying I expected that from Marshmello. Honestly, I didn't know what to expect, and I always give artists the benefit of the doubt.

But the trainwreck proved that live mixing was live! Marshmello was legitimately killing it. In an instant, the guy's success was totally justified, and my fandom was likewise validated.

About the mix, it was one of those big room variety sets when the artist intermixes their hits with other classic anthems. And damn it was good.

I explained in the Marshmello b2b Svdden Death post how I've appreciated Marshmello's music over the years. I haven't been a super fan. I'm more into house, bass music, and more underground flavors. But I apparently have a soft spot for Marshmello's mainstream EDM trap sound.

Here's the thing. Some of Marshmello's melodies are pretty timeless. I don't know if his songs are as timeless as those written by Paul McCartney or Billy Joe Armstrong. But I am saying they are up there.

The melodies are so damn simple – just a few quarter notes and half notes using one of 'Mello's trademark raspy synth voices. Instantly recognizable, instantly sing-able. Even though I am a musician and a creative type myself, I still marvel at those who seemingly generate such beauty out of thin air.

People talk about crying during the emotional sets. I'm not admitting that it happened to me during "Happier", but I'm not denying it, either.

So the combo of the music, the trainwreck, overcoming the trainwreck, and delivering the remainder of set like a pro...it means I fight for Marshmello now.

Enough talk. Let's get this one posted and move on to the next one: Malaa b2b Wax Motif...

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keijislove · 2 years ago

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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!”

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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 3 years ago

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Why not have the real thing? H.O 🔥

A/n: I saw someone say Harrison had a tumblr a few days back and it sparked this idea.. sooo :)

Word count: 2.6k words

Warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving) protected sex, reading fanfic 🙈 swearing

Masterlist

"Have you read any of these?!" Harrison demanded as he burst into your bedroom.

"Any of?" You asked, not bothering to look up from your computer.

"This," he told you, shoving his phone in your face.

"Haz," you groaned, grabbing the phone from him and scanning the screen. "Why- why are you reading this?" You laughed, glancing up to the see the blush on his face.

"Was watching an interview, celebs reading fanfic about themselves. I was curious," he responded.

"Haz, this is-"

"Steamy?" He asked.

"Yeah, that's one way to put it," you laughed. You scanned Through the words on his screen, impressed with how creative some of it was. "How much of this did you read?" You asked after reading a particularly dirty part.

"The whole thing," he admitted rubbing his neck. Your eyes shot up to him as a smirk grew on your face.

"Stop reading fanfiction about yourself, Osterfield," you laughed, handing him back his phone. He laughed as he walked out of your room shutting the door behind him.

The next few hours were spent catching up on past due schoolwork. When you finally finished you looked at your phone, seeing that it was nearly two in the morning. You shut your computer and readjusted yourself in bed, but the problem was, you weren't tired. Not even slightly. So being a bit curious, you pulled out your phone, finding the sight Haz had been on and typed in his name.

You were shocked at the amount of things that pulled up, but settled on clicking one that had an 18+ warning.

It started off pretty Mello, just him and the girl hanging out, but it quickly turned into something more much.

As your eyes scanned your screen reading the dirty text, you felt a knot beginning to grow, the words of the story obviously having some kind of effect on you.

You hadn't seen much action recently, being so busy with school and work, you never really found the time for extracurricular activities, but luckily for you, you had purchased a friend to help you in this particular situation.

You leaned over fishing in the drawer of your nightstand and pulling out the little purple vibrater. It was late enough there was so no way Harrison would still be awake, and the buzzing that the toy provided was fairly quiet. So shimmying out of your clothes you grabbed your phone in one hand and angled the toy onto your heat with the other.

Clicking it on, you started with just rubbing it lightly along your slit, focusing on your clit as you continued to read the story.

You let the vibration from the toy loosen you up before pushing it slowly in, eliciting a slight moan from your mouth, the story was getting even more heated now.

"Hey y/n you up?" Harrison asked, busting through the door. You jumped, dropping your phone and quickly shutting the vibrator off.

"Fucking Christ Harrison, do you ever knock?" You demanded, holding your blanket tightly against your naked body.

"Sorry, though I heard you say my name," he told you.

You froze, had you moaned out his name? Your face reddened as you saw Harrisons scanning your room, glancing at the pile of clothes on the floor and then to your phone, who's screen was still lit. He bent down, picking it up, and scanning the screen. You watched as the smirk grew across his face.

"He ran his fingers up her thighs, pushing them farther apart as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. 'you ready for me, my little slut' he asked in a husky voice before shoving two fingers into her aching pussy, making her squeel in pleasure, she always did have a thing about his hands, and him fucking her with them was a dream" he read out loud.

You stared at him with your mouth wide open, as he continued to scan the screen, scrolling down farther. "'Get on all fours for me princess so daddy can have his way with you,' Ok, first of all I would never refer to myself as daddy," he laughed. You chuckled. "Whatcha been up to here?" He asked, clicking your phone screen off, and focusing all his attention on you.

"Nothing," you squeaked, a clear admission of guilt .

"Nothing, huh?" He took a step towards your bed before bending down and grabbed your lacy panties from the floor, and held them up to you. "Sure about that?" He asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

You snatched them from his hand. "Go away Haz," you groaned.

"You know," he began as he sat down on the edge of the bed, "you don't have to read this stuff, you could just have the real thing," your jaw dropped at the words that had left his mouth. Had he really just said that to you. Was he suggesting you and him? He put his hand on your leg that was covered by the blanket. "If I'm being honest with you, I was just doing the same thing, so you'd be doing me a favor too," he admitted.

"Haz," you whispered, not sure about what he was suggesting.

"Come on, in those stories when they catch each other masterbating, they just join each other, makes it more fun," he winked, making you chuckle.

"Wouldn't it be weird?" You asked, feeling shy.

"You don't want to be daddy's little slut'?" He asked, making you burst into laughter. You threw your head back into your pillow and buried your face in your hands as you laughed at how cringe your roommate could be. You moved your hands to see Harrisons face above yours. "What do you say y/n? Want to be daddy's little slut' for the night?" He asked.

"Not if you keep saying that," you giggled. His eyebrows raised.

"Was that a yes? You have to actually say yes darling," he told you, going completely serious.

"Yes," you whispered.

"Thank fucking god," he mumbled before crashing his lips into yours. The thing about Haz was that you had liked him for years, but you would never admit that to him. You reached up grabbing onto his blond hair and pulling him more into you, deepening the kiss. He moved himself so that he was hovering above you now. "You naked under that blanket?" He asked between kisses.

"Mmm," you hummed in response.

"Should I be naked to?" He wondered.

"Haz," you laughed sitting up, "you always talk this much?"

"I'm nervous, I don't want to disappoint you," he admitted.

You pushed him back slightly so he was back in a sitting position and moved, letting the blanket fall, exposing your body. You heard him take a deep breath in. As his hands reached out grabbing your hips.

"You like what you see?" You asked. A sudden shyness washing over you.

"Darling, your fucking perfect," he whispered, pulling you towards him. You let him pull you on his lap so you were straddling him as he ran his hands from your ass to your chest, caressing your breasts. "I've been missing out," he mumbled as he leaned forward, taking one of your hardened buds between his lips. You gasped at the sensation, grabbing at his hair and pulling it gently, making him moan out.

"You like that?" You asked, tugging it again, making another moan leave his mouth. You could feel him growing beneath you, and knowing you were making him feel some type of way was turning you on even more.

"Lay down, gotta- to much clothes" he mumbled into your chest. You slid back laying back down onto the pillows and watched as he got up pulling his shirt over his head with one hand. He tossed it towards you and winked.

"Oh my god Osterfield," you groaned, throwing it back at him. He chuckled as he tried to pull the sweats down his legs, but ended up getting caught and falling to the floor. "Whatcha doing down there bub?" You asked as you leaned over looking at him laying on the floor in defeat.

"Bout to be doing you," he said as he reached out, grabbing you and pulling you down.

"Harrison," you giggled as you fell to the floor, he rolled you onto your back on the plush rug.

"You're beautiful you know," he whispered, leaning down and kissing your neck gently, before peppering kisses down the entirety of your chest and then moving to your thighs. "Can I?" He asked as he practically laid between your legs.

"Please," you begged. He dipped his head down, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, teasing at your nub with the tip of his tongue.

"So fucking sweet," he moaned, the vibration making you arch your back as he continued his feat. He worked you with his tongue, for a bit, and then you felt his fingers run up our thigh and begin to tease at your entrance. One thing most of those stories had had in common were the appeal of his hands, and dear God were they right. He slowly pushed a finger in, finding your g-spot instantly.

"Dear fucking god," you moaned as your back arched from the ground.

"Found it," he chuckled, continuing like he was on a mission. You felt yourself beginning to lose it.

"Haz," you moaned out as your fingers found his hair pulling gently, making him moan into your core, which is what pushed you over the edge. He continued his work until your legs quit shaking. pushing himself up and over you he brought his lips to yours.

"Well?" He asked.

"Why have we never done that before?" You asked, still dazed from your orgasm.

"We can make up for lost time darling, don't you worry," he whispered as he pressed kisses beneath your ear. "You got a-"

"Top drawer," you instructed, pointing to the nightstand.

He pushed himself up onto his knees and leaned over to rummage around your drawer looking for a little foil packet.

You reached out grabbing his hard length in your small hand. He let out a groan and shot you a cheeky grin. "Want me to stop?" You asked him.

"Fuck no I don't," he told you. You shimmied your way so you were right in front of him, and began to press kisses to his shaft, before moving to the tip and taking it in your mouth, swirling your tongue around him. "Fuck," he groaned, grabbing your hair. You began to Bob your head up and down, taking what you could of his length into your mouth, and what you couldn't, you used your hand to pump.

You felt the knot growing in your core again as you had Harrison moaning and groaning. "Want to be inside you," he told you. You let go of his length and looked up at him through your lashes, and grinned.

"Whatever daddy wants," you teased. Making him laugh.

"Oh my god, nooo!" He groaned. He brought the packet to his mouth, ripping it and then rolling it over himself, taking himself in his hand as you laid back onto the floor. He positioned himself above you, as he ran his leng along the entirety of your slit, toying with your nub, making you moan. He moved back down pushing in slowly until he bottomed out.

"You're so tight," he groaned, throwing his head back before he started to move slowly. He leaned up, grabbing one of your legs and throwing it on his shoulder, before beginning to thrust faster. The angle provided from this position had him hitting deep inside of you, brushing your g-spot with ease.

"Fuck haz, not gonna last," you moaned out. He brought his hand in between your body's finding your nub with his thumb and rubbing it vigorously.

"Come on darling, give me another," he cooed as he pounded into you. You brought your hand over your mouth to keep from being too loud, but then Harrison moved it away. "I want to hear you," he moaned.

"Fucking hell Haz," you let out, as your back arched off the floor, nearing your second orgasm. He quickened his movements of both this hips and his thumb. "Oh Harrison, fuck me," you groaned.

"I'm trying darling," he chuckled. You wanted to roll your eyes, call him an idiot, scold him for joking, anything. But then he kissed your calf, and your not sure why that pushed you so far over, but you clenched around him, with one lase loud moan of "oh Harrison," he moved a few more times, as his thrusts became sloppy and with a grunt you felt him still, finishing into the condom.

He dropped to the floor beside you and laid down, pulling the blanket from your bed to cover your naked bodies. "You thought you would disappoint me?" You asked.

"Wasn't sure," he laughed.

"Well, not to inflate your ego, but, you just took the books for the best shag of my life," you told him. He leaned over pressing his lips to yours, but this was more than a lust filled kiss. It was soft and passionate. You continued to kiss for what felt like hours, lost in his lips and tangled with his body.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, "next time will be better, when I'm not so nervous," he whispered.

"Next time?" You asked, you couldn't even hide the smile on your face.

"I have to confess something," he whispered. You knew what he was going to say before he could even muster the courage to say the words.

"Me too," you whispered, pressing your lips to his, "have for a while," you said against his mouth.

"Liked me?" He asked, pulling away, a shocked look on his face.

"Mhm" you hummed.

"Shit, should have just told me, could have been doing this all the time," he chuckled, reconnecting your lips.

You fell asleep tangled in each other's bodies. Both tired from the activities you had previously partaken in.

You woke up to the sound of the door shutting and bags dropping to the floor. "Harrison?" Tom's voice called out.

"Shit," you muttered, shaking Harrison.

"Hmm?" He groaned.

"Tom and Harry just got home, get up," you instructed. He jumped up, still half asleep. You searched the floor finding a shirt and pulling it over your head, while Haz did the same. You stood up pulling on a pair of pants, looking down you realized you had Haz's clothes on. You looked over to Harrison who had his boxers on and had managed to put your shirt on in his sleepy daze.

"I don't think this is-"

"It's not," you giggled.

Your door swung open, and Harry stood shocked in the doorway.

"Uh, what did I just walk into?" He asked, eyes darting between you and Harrison.

Tom walked up behind him, brows furrowing. "Are you wearing y/n's shirt?" He asked Haz.

Harrison looked down, and then looked back up. "Yeah so, we don't do toxic masculinity in this house, I can wear her clothes if I feel like it," he said proudly. You couldn't help but laugh.

"You two are shagging now?" Harry asked.

"It's about time, the tension between you was getting unbearable," Tom chuckled.

"Tension?" You demanded.

"Oh yes, tension," harry confirmed. You looked over to Harrison who just shrugged. Tom and Harry just laughed walking away from the door.

"Knock next time Harry, don't want you to see something that might scar you," you called after them.

"Gross!" He yelled back

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virunathestarbaby · 3 years ago

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"I'll love you till death do us part."

Very quick sketch of the beans💕

smol oneshot ahead with smol makeout scene— HSHHS so be warned. This was very rushed cause I wanted to do something on time for once so yeah. Picture title has nothing to do with oneshot so jakdne..

"You know...I never thought we'd get here someday..." Matsuda said as his fingers trailed the framed photo of their wedding day. The two of them were getting ready for bed after going out for dinner when his eye caught their wedding photo sitting on their nightstand.

Otoha looked at her husband in confusion, a small look of hurt flashed in her eyes as she did. "You didn't think we'd get married?"

"N-no, well, not in the sense you're thinking." He admitted, waving his hands, "I just…I never thought we'd get this far. You know, with the Kira case and all that happened. I just…I thought we wouldn't make it, that we wouldn't even get a chance to be together.." He turned to look at his wife, smiling tenderly, "but here we are.."

"Here we are.." Otoha smiled, going to sit beside him as he pulled her in his arms, giggling. "I still remember when I first met you."

"It was when Ryuzaki first introduced you and Nicole to us, right?"

She nodded, "Yep! You were staring at me for a long time without blinking. I thought you were blind."

"I couldn't help it. You were just so beautiful and you took my breath away." Matsuda replied, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"And then you boldly asked for my number after introductions." Otoha laughed, "And you also said I was really pretty~."

"It's true though, you were very pretty. And then you told me you didn't have a phone." He teasingly shot back and she blushed in response.

"I-I really didn't! Phones before were really boring and I normally use my laptop to communicate with Ryuyu or Watari." She defended herself, earning a chuckle from the man next to her. "Plus, it was sort of dangerous at the time to have phones when you're a detective.."

"I know, Bun, I know." He hugged her tighter, "That's why I was very surprised when you called me right after I left the hotel. You were pretending to be Kira and were like 'I'm watching you.'" He said in a deep voice, doing an impression of her first phone call to him. "You really startled me."

"Hehe~ I couldn't help it, I wanted to talk to you again so I ran to the nearest phone booth and dialed your number." She smiled, rubbing circles on his chest with her index finger, "You couldn't see me, but…I was very excited to talk to you again.."

Matsuda gave her a smile in return, "Me too."

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Remember when you first found out I get sweets drunk?" Otoha beamed as she sat up a little to flop herself on her husband's chest.

"Yeah, I do." He laughed, "I was so excited when you invited me out to that All you can eat desserts buffet. I anticipated a lot of things to happen during that time, but none of them was you getting so drunk on sweets."

"Sorry, I should have warned ya." She grinned as she laid her head on his chest. The sounds of his heartbeat was loud but despite that, she could feel herself getting lost in each beat.

"Do you hear that, Oto?" He asked in a quiet voice, "It beats for you and only you…" He softly said, placing a hand on her head to stroke at her hair, playing with it and curling her chocolate locks between his fingers.

Otoha buried her face in the crook of his neck, hugging him, "Today was wonderful…" she spoke, "I also love how you brought the kids as well..It was nice spending our wedding anniversary with the whole family."

"I'm glad you liked it. I figured it was finally time for them to go with us on our Anniversary dates. Plus, Mello was throwing too many tantrums." Matsuda laughed, making his wife laugh as well.

"It was really cute, what they did for us as well. I was so not expecting a banner, a gift and a little performance from them.." Otoha smiled, remembering the small dance the kids did for them as well as the banner they made.

Matsuda nodded, "They're so chaotic, but I love them so so much."

Otoha tilted her head up, looking at him in the eyes then captured his lips in a sweet kiss. "Thank you for giving me the family I never had, Touta. You're the best husband and father to my kids that I could ever ask for."

"I should be the one thanking you, silly. I always imagined what it would be like to have a family of my own but none of them is as perfect as this.." He then sat up, pulling Otoha up with him and onto his lap before reaching one hand out to cup at her cheek and the other placed firmly behind her back before kissing her. "Thank you…" He kissed her again, "thank you," again, "thank you…" and again. The kiss deepened each time he pulled away before kissing her once again, while his hands couldn't contain themselves and soon roamed her body.

"Someone's getting touchy tonight.." Otoha breathed out as they pulled away from each other to catch their breath. She then leaned forward, her left palm placed flat on his chest while her right trailed a finger up and down his chest, "You know…I bet the kids are asleep now. If we stay quiet then we won't have any problems.." She looked up at him, amber eyes glowing with need as she spoke in a sultry tone, "can you stay quiet, my love?"

"I don't know.." Matsuda kissed her again, "can you?"

But before they could even lock lips again, the door to their room suddenly flew open. Out of panic, Matsuda accidentally pushed his wife off him so fast she almost fell off the bed. Luckily, he caught her on time. "O-O-OTO— I'M SO SORRY ARE YOU OKAY?!"

"I'm alright." She sighed, placing a hand on her chest from the sudden jolt of adrenaline she felt.

"MOM! MEDY WOULD'T SHARE THE GAMEBOY WITH ME!" Mello cried as he ran in the room and into his mother's arms.

"BUT THIS IS MY GAMEBOY! HE BROKE HIS! IT'S NOT MY FAULT HE CAN'T PLAY ANYMORE!" Melody came running in as well, ready to defend herself.

"Can't you share with your twin, Melody?" Matsuda softly asked his daughter who only shook her head in stubbornness.

"NO! I'M PLAYING MINE!"

"What about after?"

Melody fumed at that, "WHY DOES HE GET TO PLAY MINE JUST BECAUSE HE BROKE HIS? IT'S NOT FAIR!" She shouted and ran out of the room, crying.

"C-can't I get a new one?" Mello sniffled, looking up at his mother with baby doll eyes.

"Nice try, Mels, but I'm not falling for that." Otoha laughed, patting her son's head, "We'll get you a new one after you've learned your lesson of banging them on the wall when you lose a game."

"B-but—"

"No, buts. Now, go and get ready for bed." She ushered him out.

Mello's eyes glistened as tears threatened to spill down but he held it in and only nodded, leaving the room as well, closing the door behind him.

"Sooooo…" Matsuda stood up, walking over to the door to lock it, "where were—"

"Daaaaaad!" Came another knock, "Daaaaad! Can I get a midnight snack? I'm hungry!"

Otoha groaned and flopped back onto the bed, hearing Touka call out for them this time.

"You can get some ramen if you're hungry, Touka. Daddy's a bit busy." Matsuda replied, hoping his daughter would finally leave them alone.

"Ooh! Ramen!" Touka beamed.

"You're getting ramen? I want some too!!" They heard Mello's voice shout excitedly too.

"M-me too!" Melody chimed in.

"Okay, four ramen bowls coming up!" Toula cheered, her footsteps slowly disappearing as she ran downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Four?" Otoha quirked a brow.

"Aito must have wanted some too." He shrugged then walked back, crawling up the bed and on top of his wife, "Now….where are we—"

"Dad." Aito's small quiet voice called out, followed by a knock.

Matsuda groaned loudly, flopping on top of Otoha, getting really annoyed with all the interruptions. "Remind me as to why they're all still awake?"

"What's wrong Aito?" Otoha asked in her husband's steed.

"Hi, mom. Big brother Mello and big sis Medy were fighting over the last spicy ramen bowl and they ended up spilling the entire thing on the kitchen floor. Big sister Touka's trying to clean it up but she's failing so bad."

"Oh my god, those kids." She sighed in exasperation. "Wait a second, I'll be down—"

Matsuda grabbed his wife's wrist and shook his head. "No, I'll handle it. You get ready for when I go back, okay?"

Otoha only smiled at him and nodded. "Good girl. I'll be right back."

He came back to see her asleep. "Well…there's other days I supposed."

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dragonsareourfuture · 3 years ago

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Tomorrow — Mello/ Bodyguard! GN! Reader

Cw: just some tooth rotting fluff; Mello getting comfortable with vulnerability; maybe ooc Mello; gender neutral reader; established relationship/unlabeled relationship.

Your muscles ache. How long has it been since you got to rest them properly? Far too fucking long, it feels like. Your shoulders protest as you lift the plain tank top over yourself, and you wince when folding it the rest of the way down your torso.

In truth you hadn’t gotten the chance to rest in a while. No, instead your schedule has been filled with chauffeuring your client from the hotel room to the mafia base in the early mornings and back again late at night. In between, you’re constantly on guard — muscles tense and the gears in your head constantly turning, eyes straining for any signs of possible dangers to protect your client from.

But now, with some sort of miracle, you’ve gotten home earlier than usual and are planning on using this newfound free time to get that rest you believe you so deserve. You’ve booked a room right next to your client’s so you can be there in a flash if there’s ever an emergency (an arrangement that you both agreed would be best as soon as you were assigned to him). You’ve got a spare key to his room in the pocket of your pajama bottoms. If that, for some godforsaken reason, fails you, you’re confident you have the strength to break his door down. What else was all your training for? To not break doors? No, you’re ready for anything that’s thrown your way.

With a noise that sounds an awful lot like a mix between a groan and a sigh you throw yourself down onto your couch, confident in every sense that tonight is the night you can finally let your body heal itself. Until you get a text message.

It’s from Mello, the man you’re sworn to protect, and before you get a chance to read the contents of the message your stomach fills with happy little butterflies. But then you take in the words he’s sent you, and those butterflies turn sour. They start fluttering out of control and some make it into your heart, wingbeats pounding in your chest so hard your rib cage rattles.

‘911 emergency’, is all it reads, but that short sentiment makes you jump up from your couch in a single heartbeat. Immediately your hand dives into your pocket to retrieve the spare key you have at the same time as your other hand flings your front door open. You dash out into the hallway, not caring about how loudly you slam your door behind you. People are sleeping, sure, but Mello might be getting murdered right now so you think that takes priority.

You’ve trained your hands to be steady. They don't shake with panic when you insert the key into the slot and wrench the door open, but you are shaking for a whole other reason when you see what lies behind said door.

“Hey,” Mello greets casually, as if you hadn't just burst through his door, ready to throttle someone with your bare hands. He’s sitting on a couch identical to the one in your room with his feet up on the coffee table. In his hands is a remote that he uses to flip through channels on the television. “When I can find a decent movie, you wanna watch? There’s popcorn in the kitchen.”

Brief audio plays from every channel he flips to before it's cut off again, and you wonder if that has impeded your hearing for a moment. He certainly could not have just told you that he made you panic and rush over here...for a movie. That he hasn't even chosen yet. No, no, you must have heard him wrong.

“I’m sorry, are you suggesting that the ‘911 emergency’ was channel surfing?” your heart rate is finally starting to go down but that emotional rollercoaster all contained within no more than thirty seconds makes you sway where you stand.

Mello finally tears his eyes away from the TV to look at you. “Why? Did I scare you?”

The smirk ghosting over his lips makes you want to wring his neck. You settle for throwing your spare key at him frisbee style.

“Dumbass, of course you did! Who wouldn’t be scared with a text like that?”

Mello blocks your weapon and breaks into a chuckle. “I figured it would get you over here faster.” he throws the key onto the coffee table.

You shut the door behind you and head over to the couch, if not to sit down then to knock Mello’s feet off the table for no reason other than that’s all you can think to do to repay him. That small act of revenge is found to backfire when you do sit down and the only other place Mello can think to rest his legs is in your lap. You flick his calf, but hold his ankles anyway. “You could have just asked, you didn't have to give me a heart attack.”

Mello shakes his head and goes back to flicking through channels, back resting against the sofa’s armrest. “Don’t even joke about heart attacks.”

You want to shoot back a snarky remark but you know he’s right. You feel like you’re jinxing yourself when you so much as utter Kira’s preferred method of killing. You start rubbing your thumb in circles over Mello’s ankle, more so to comfort yourself than him.

“Fine, but you know what I mean. Why’d you even want me here so quickly? You get lonely all by yourself?” you suggest, pushing your lip out in a mocking pout to match your teasing tone of voice.

Mello doesn’t turn away from the television, so you can’t easily tell if the dusting of pink over his cheeks and nose is because of a trick in the lighting or something else. “Halle’s still out, and you’re right next door anyway.”

“Aw, so you were lonely!” You lean back into the soft cushions, running your hand up Mello’s calf to pat his knee. “That is absolutely adorable. a-fucking-dorable.”

Mello kicks at your arm. “I need you to shut the hell up.”

You snicker, but other than that you let it go. You know from experience if you push him too much he’ll actually get mad.

Instead of putting your focus back on the television you take a moment to ghost your eyes over Mello’s form, which you realize has differed from how you normally see him. His clothes, it comes to your attention, are not the bold, leather-based garments he typically adorns throughout the day. Tonight they’re a simple outfit of a loose, black band tee and some pajama bottoms. Your lips quirk upwards. It’s different for sure but not in an off-putting way. In fact, you’re more than grateful he’s comfortable enough to show you this relaxed side of himself.

But soon you take note of another feature of Mello that you don’t normally see — goosebumps running up the lengths of his exposed arms. While still flipping through channels and grunting in either disapproval or humming in apprehension, Mello barely notices when he brings the warm palm of his hand to clasp around his chilled arm. You’re starting to feel the chill yourself, your tank top doing nothing to protect you.

“Hey, you cold?” You ask.

Mello looks at you, startled. Perhaps he didn’t realize you were observing him so closely, but with your occupation sometimes it’s hard to turn off that switch. Especially adding on your…more personal feelings towards the bombshell blonde.

“Huh? No, I’m fine,” Mello says dismissively. He leans over to place the remote down on the coffee table after finding something suitable on the TV. Legally Blonde, huh? You can fuck with that.

What you can’t fuck with is knowing Mello is cold without doing anything about it. So, you carefully lift his ankles from your lap and place them down where you once sat. Now standing, you spot a blanket hanging on the back of the couch. “Well, I’m getting cold.” You snatch the blanket up and start unfurling it, holding it out to decipher which end is vertical and which is horizontal. “If I use this blanket do you want some of it?”

Mello seems to sense your play of making it seem like you’re the one in need of some warmth instead of him, eyeing you as you sit back down on the other end of the couch. He’s fine where he is, he tries to tell himself. He’s not going to embarrass himself by going to you for warmth…

But goddamnit if you don’t look so comfortable as you place the blanket over your lap, lifting part of it as if to invite him into your embrace. Your strong shoulders could serve as the perfect pillows, or even the warm crook of your neck. Fuck.

Mello breaks. He huffs as he gets up, relieved to not have the armrest digging into his back anymore and slots his body right next to yours. He was right. You’re so soft to lay against, and the crook of your neck simply radiates heat. For the first time in a long time, he hates that he was right.

“Oh, god, you are cold,” you fuss when your hands brush his arms to pull him closer. The hair on his arms is standing on end and there’s a slight bite to his skin. You start rubbing your hands up and down his arms in hopes that the friction will help.

“Y’know I really doubt this is part of your job description,” Mello sasses, hoping to god that his jab will make you stop fussing over him so much. It makes him feel small, especially now that he’s being enveloped by your larger frame.

“I think it is,” you say matter-of-fact-ly. “I’m a bodyguard, right? Well, I’m guarding your body from the cold. It’s simple math, really.”

Mello quizzically mouths your last sentence to himself before deciding that trying to figure out your train of thought is futile.

He leans further into you, as if to say he’s given up resisting. There really is no reason to keep doing so, now is there? You’ve made it clear you’re not letting up…plus, it’s not like it’s something Mello doesn’t want.

He can practically hear the smile in your sigh. His first instinct is to be rather pissed that you think you’ve won, that you can keep winning if you just offer him some cuddles, that said cuddles are somehow his weakness. But as Mello allows you to bury your face in his hair, your lips forming in a kiss there…as you take his hands in yours and squeeze them tight, causing warmth to not only blossom on his chilly skin but in his chest as well…Mello starts to think that feeling small around you isn’t so bad.

Because you wouldn’t take advantage of your ability to make him feel small…he hopes. God, does he hope.

“Feeling any better yet?” You whisper.

In this moment Mello doesn’t only hope, he knows. But he’s sure that certainty will dwindle when he has the time and energy to start overthinking.

“Yeah…yeah, it’s better. Warm.”

“Good.” But even though he’s confirmed his comfort you’re still attentive, pulling the blanket higher on the both of you, tucking it in around both of your legs…chin resting on Mello’s forehead. You do settle down yourself, though. You lean back against the couch cushions and hum in contentment, watching the screen in front of you. It’s then that you utilize one of your hands, now freed from rubbing friction onto Mello’s, to drag your fingers lovingly up and down his back. He sighs into your neck. Fuck, that actually feels really good.

Fuck ‘feeling small’, he feels like he’s been put under a trance. The sleepiness he’s been trying to push away for so long makes his eyes grow heavy. He can hardly even think to lift his head up when he hears the hotel room door open and shut gently…

Wait who the fuck-? Oh.

“Hey, Halle,” you greet softly, and Mello follows up with a ‘hey’ soon after.

“Oh, hi there. I thought you were asleep,” says Halle, crossing the room and placing her bag down on the kitchen counter. She opens the fridge for a water bottle, eyeing you two while sipping from it. “You look cute all snuggled up like that. Am I intruding?”

“No—“

“Yes.”

“Mello!”

“No, no, I’ll get out of your hair. Have fun, you two.” She makes her way to her room, stopping just before she enters to throw a wink over her shoulder accompanied by the words, “but not too much fun.”

Mello groans. He can feel your chest shake with poorly restrained laughter.

“Y’know, she’s right. You looked like you’d passed out already. How much sleep have you gotten lately?”

Mello knows what your reaction to his answer will be before he even responds. “…enough.”

He can’t see your face, but he knows your skeptical glare too well not to picture it. “I seriously doubt that. You’re going to bed.”

“Wh- but the movie!?”

“We’ll record it. Or buy the dvd. Or suck it up and get Netflix before they eventually remove it from there again,” you monologue, and it’s only when Mello feels the hand on his back tighten its grip and a second hand slip underneath the crease of his knees that he realizes your tangent is merely a distraction. “Now, up you go.”

“whAT—“ Mello’s voice gets louder as he’s lifted into the air bridal style. “(Name), I fucking swear— I can’t — put me down!”

“Yep, I will. Just give me a minute.” That minute is spent lugging Mello to his bedroom door, struggling with the doorknob, and asking him politely to open it for you or else you won’t be putting him down for a while. It’s a whole process and he’s honestly a lot heavier than you thought he’d be. Sure, he’s rather lean but lean muscle is still muscle. And muscle is fuckin’ heavy. Speaking of muscles, you seem to have forgotten about how much yours were hurting before, so it comes as a relief when you can finally throw Mello onto his bed and relax your arms. He lands with a grunt. “Your highness~!”

“If that was the royal treatment I’d hate to see what the peasants have to deal with.” He grouches, tearing the comforter and sheets off the mattress but taking a moment to stop and unhook the rosary from around his neck and place it on the nightstand. The sheets look crisp. Unused. You start to wonder how often he allows himself rest.

You breathe out from your nose and head towards the door, placing a hand on the knob and the little clank of your rings against the metal catches Mello’s attention.

“You better get some rest, ‘kay? I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Huh? Oh…yeah, see you tomorrow.”

You’re halfway out the door, but his tone strikes you as odd. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“You seemed off there for a second.”

“Well, I’m…” Mello trails off, looking around for a way out of your question when his eyes stop on his halfway turned down bed sheets. He scoots further up the bed and dips his legs underneath the blankets. “I’m tired. Haven’t gotten to sleep in a while, I’ll admit, so…is that all?”

You give him a skeptical glare. There’s a slight pause. You’re giving him time to tell the truth, and god is he struggling not to.

“Okay,” you finally shrug. “See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

No, yeah. Tomorrow. What was he thinking? That you’d stay over? Pshh. Obviously not. Not that you’d like…share a bed or something. Are you even far enough along in your relationship to do that?

Who cares? He’ll see you tomorrow.

Tomorrow…

But does he really have to wait that long?

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stardustincarnate · 4 years ago

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CONFESSION // Mello x Reader

word count : 4016 genre : fluff a/n : i haven’t gotten over my writer’s block, so yes -- here i am, once again posting old fics from my wattpad account.

Today is the day.

After contemplating about it for a couple of weeks and confiding it to his best pal, Matt, Mello has finally decided to confess his feelings for you tonight, exploiting the situation where you two will normally go riding on the city streets during Friday midnights such as this one.

To say the least, he isn't the best in this kind of thing— love, that is. Before, all he could think about was one thing which was proving that he's better than Near, and besides, no one really piqued his interest. But then the enigma that you are came.

You can be cunningly evil at times if you want to. You'll often say to the ones you've fooled or to the other mafia members, "It's nothing personal, it's just business." You also have a harsh mouth as he would like to describe. Anything that comes out of it may sound derisive or blatant, but it's basically the truth. You don't sugarcoat things— you don't even try to. Although sometimes you seem to make the truth more cruel than it really is, which makes you look too intimidating for the others. They're only thankful that you don't talk very often and only will if you have something conducive to say.

But that's not all that you are. Mello could feel it, so he grew curious of you. Just a mere speck of curiosity, but then it grew. He wanted to talk to you, but then he asked himself what's the point of doing so, thus he disregarded the idea. That's why you developed a friendship with Matt, who you think is really fun to be with, first. Then as your friendship grew, he thought of introducing you to Mello, and that's when it began. To be frank the beginning of your friendship wasn't easy, and to think that friendship only started growing not until you celebrated a year and a half of being with the mafia.

It was a long process, but in the end, it was worth the wait. Day by day he started lowering the walls he barricaded himself with, and same as you. He became really outgoing and deep down truly caring as your friend, like he is with Matt, because after all you two are the only family he has. And— let's not forget his strange addiction with chocolates! And, well, you like it.

You like him.

Mello knows this as well. He knows that his feelings are reciprocated and he's happy with that. But the question is, who's going to make the first move? Certainly not you. Between fighting the devil and confessing your feelings for someone, you'd probably choose the former. You don't seem like the kind of person who will make the first move. He as well is like that.

And that leads us to his acquiescence of doing it instead. Did he have a choice? Well, maybe, if one considers you doing it instead, but that will definitely take several months, or even years, from now. And he can't wait that long! What if you suddenly start to develop feelings for another person? He can't lose you, you that is just in front of his eyes, one step away from him. He needs to grab the opportunity while it still is there.

Because with you, he feels happy and contented. And for the first time he finally feels like he is number one.

And he really is, in your heart.

"Wooh!"

Matt exclaims after slamming the door, causing Mello to jolt upwards from his reverie. "You know I almost got caught by another mem!"

"Is it done?"

"Of course."

"Hm. You sure this suggestion is for the better? You know how scary that woman can be when she's mad. Especially after finding out that her tires have been flattened."

"Didn't you say you wanted something more romantic tonight? So, I thought of flattening her tires so she can't use her own scooter, that way she can ride with you."

"Uh-uh... Is it romantic though?"

"You two will be close enough. And—no perverted thoughts—she gets to wrap her arms around you while riding. If that's not romantic, I literally don't know what is."

"I'm having qualms about this one."

"What? I'm just as clueless as you are when it comes to romance. I'm doing my best here to help you ya know?"

"I know, I know. Sorry."

"It's your fault you fell in love with her." Matt jests, chuckling. But he immediately behaves himself when he sees that deadly glare of his friend. "Hey! I was only kidding! Don't look at me like that, Mels. You're creeping me out."

"Hah. But I guess you're right. My fault. And great— now I'm having more doubts than before and feeling.. tentative."

"The almighty Mello is nervous? Wow. I never thought I'd live to see this day!"

"Say one more word and I'll make sure it's the last you'll ever emit."

"HE-HE-HEY! Now you're just being belligerent. Don't worry. I'm sure you two will come back here as a couple. Swear it on my life. So stop doubting yourself. And just.. don't act awkward and dorky when confessing towards your little devil."

"Just how am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know. Just don't."

Mello heaves a sigh. "Sometimes I do wonder if you're really the smart Matt they used to talk about back in the orphanage."

Matt only grins. He's about to reply, but then they both hear footsteps—angry footsteps—coming closer.

"Oh, speaking of the devil. Here she comes. In three.. two.. one.."

With that, you kick the door open and look around. You look like you're about to whip someone's ass and the men can almost laugh at your reaction knowing the reason behind it. You give them a steely look when they unknowingly start to curve their lips to a grin. They quickly change their reaction.

"This has gotta be one of the worse days of my life!" You exclaim as you slump on the sofa beside Mello. "I can't go with you. I've got a flat tire, and I have no idea why. Someone must've done it.."

"Who would do such a terrible thing? Especially to you, the devil no one else even bothers to approach?" Mello momentarily glances at Matt before taking a bite of his chocolate, which you then steals from his grip. "But don't worry, I gotcha. You can ride me... with me I mean! You can ride with me, NOT RIDE ME—good Lord I'm sorry."

'Aha, and there goes Matt's reminder that I shouldn't act awkward.' He looks away with a blush.

"I think [Y/N] is okay with either of that—"

You raise an eyebrow at Matt. "Oh, you mean you Mathematics. You can ride him all you want so don't be shy and put my name in your shoes."

"That's not—!"

"—ANYWAYS, Willy Wonka, you sure you okay with me riding with you? You won't mind?"

"Jesus, stop calling me that! And yes. You're my friend so I won't mind."

"Thanks mate!" To his surprise, you hug him from the side. And you are hugging him a little too much. "You know I've always wanted to ride your motor. It looks cooler than mine."

"Ah.. well— you're squeezing me a bit too much.. don't you think?"

You pull away and snicker. "Sorry. You're like a marshmallow that I just want to squeeze sometimes."

"EHEM. Pardon me, will you? I need to go to the restroom."

Matt stands up, thinking that his job here as cupid is done—or not quite yet. He has one last plan in mind. And even he isn't sure that that plan is going to make things better or worse.

"Enjoy taking another dump!" You shout as he leaves the room, making sure to lock it. Now you and Mello are completely alone, facing one another in utter silence. And it's too silent that you can hear some of the other mafia members arguing in a distant room. You can even hear someone moaning. Mello can hear it too.

You both give each other a look that only you two can understand.

"Oof. Must be nice. Err, so anyways," you start. "The usual place tonight?" And by that you mean stopping by to go atop a dilapidated building in a forsaken road to stargaze with him for ten minutes. You two make sure to always include going there to find tranquility in the stars and with each other. It temporarily removes all the problems and worries you have.

With Mello ruefully shaking his head, you frown. He puts an arm over your shoulder and nods reassuringly instead. You hide a smile.

"We can do that next week or earlier if we're not too preoccupied so don't be so glum. I'll be taking you somewhere new. I'm sure you'll like it."

"I hope so. Otherwise I'm gonna kick your ass."

"You'll be the one getting your ass kicked it if you don't give me back my chocolate right now."

"But I need chocolate too! Chocolate makes you happy. So I need it, 'kay?!"

"As far as I know that chocolate is mine and not yours???"

"But I'm your friend aren't I? You still have a lot of stock in there I'm sure."

"I'm running out of chocolates so give it back you little demon."

He hastily maneuvers before you can even stand up and try running away. He seizes your wrists and places your arms behind your back to prevent you from moving. Since you two are facing each other instead of him being behind you, the position is rather awkward. The proximity of your faces makes both of you blush and in an instance he backs away. You cackle in triumph as to his dismay of not getting his chocolate back.

You look at your wristwatch before taking a bite of the sweet. "Well Marsh-Mello, what are we waiting for? Let's hit the road! I'm already bored." You hold his hand the moment he stands up and you two run outside.

Mello throws the helmet to you which almost hit your face, earning an irked look from you. He then starts the engine as you wear your helmet.

When he starts to move just before you can take a seat, you panic. Of course he only wants to toy with you. He stops at a corner and waits for you, who's running and ready to smash his face. You pant as you finally reach him.

"You little bastard! Why'd you have to make me suffer?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"You groan and then sit behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. The closeness of your bodies make you both blush. He makes sure you're all set before once again driving in a high speed that made you hug him tighter. You've always known that he drives this fast, but to experience it yourself? It feels like your skin is being blown away and seperated from your bones.

"W-Would you mind slowing down, just a bit?"

"Come on [Y/N], that's not fun."

"So you call this fun? You're gonna kill us both. I'm too beautiful to die right now!"

"Tsk. You're no fun." You're about to make a rebuttal but he slows down reluctantly and matches the speed you will normally drive at. You sigh in relief and absently rests your chin on his right shoulder, looking at the stores, buildings, and a few people walking on the sidewalk which you are hastily passing by. On your left you see numbered vehicles and a few more buildings.

You're enjoying the ride, however, you hear the tire from behind pop. That is already bad, and worse comes when the front one pops too. He goes to the side before halting.

"Shit! Just our luck!"

"Haha seems like you and I share the same fate, huh? Goals."

Mello sighs as a realization dawns him.

'Matt.. you little shit.'

"Whadda we do now?" You worriedly ask.

"We're still halfway to the place I'm taking you and this happens.. I suppose I can just park this somewhere. You wouldn't mind walking, would you?"

"Sounds fine with me then."

He nods and parks the motor beside a bicycle and a car in front of a store, placing a tracker in it just in case it gets stolen. But if it ever does, he can just get another one. Legally or not. Doesn't matter.

In silence, you and Mello start walking side by side. Arriving upon a city bridge you can't help but stare at the river. The limit to what you can see on its side is a lively city despite the hour, with skyscrapers and billboard signs lit up. You can hear the occasional, distant sounds of car engines.

You avert your gaze back in the front, meeting chatty people on your way who are walking opposite to you and Mello. You realize that they're mostly couples who are matching clothes and openly talking, not caring if they're to be heard by others. Mello also notices, and not only that but the way you two undeniably look like one. Without any intentions, your clothes match. Not that it's a big deal since everyday you two wear black, but because of your surroundings, he might as well seize the opportunity.

Beaming from ear to ear, he holds your hand and intertwines your fingers together. You're confused, but at the same time liking it, a blush creeping on your face.

"Don't mind if I do. We don't wanna look like a couple who can't bear with each other after some kind of quarrel, do we?"

"But we're not a couple."

"No, not yet."

You stop and raise an eyebrow.

"Oop. Did I say that out loud? My bad."

He cheekily grins. It's only a joke, you think, but at the same time you wish that he's not joking—which he really isn't.

"Hey, how long are we going to walk?"

"Why? Are your feet giving up already? Want a piggyback?"

You completely turn red. He smiles at that.

"Nah.. I—"

"Don't waste the opportunity. I might change my mind later."

"I don't care. This is enough."

You squeeze his hand tightly—too tight that he swears he feel his phalanges breaking—but unexpectedly, he just moans. And people look at the two of you.

"The fuck was that?!? I didn't know you were some kind of masochist!"

"DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO SAY IT OUT LOUD?"

"AHA so you do admit being a masochist!!"

"WHAT? NO! I'M NOT!"

"Why so defensive now?"

"Because people are hearing you???"

"Let them! HAHAHAHA! MY BOYFRIEND IS A MASOCHIST! ISN'T THAT CUTE??"

But after realizing what you just said, you stop and gnaw your lower lip.

"Oh earth swallow me right now.. Sorry! God I'm embarrassed. You're not my boyfriend—"

"Didn't I tell you? Not yet."

You punch his shoulder playfully. "Stop joking around! I might actually believe you ya know?"

"Who said I was joking?"

"..Of course you are—"

"—OH, here we are!"

He diverts the topic, leaving you to slightly pout to yourself as he turns left to an unoccupied and dark area, pulling you to the railing where you two halt and see the perfect angle to view the city and the river from. The water and its light ripples glimmer under the moonlight as the brisk wind hits your skin, making you slightly shiver. Mello notices this and takes off his jacket, insisting you should wear it instead. You don't argue.

"Mello, this is.. magnificent. And a nice spot to stargaze as well! It's pretty wherever I lay my eyes on."

"Except behind us, maybe. You don't like trees that much."

You cackle. "They give me the creeps, especially during night. But at least we don't have to face that way, do we?"

He shakes his head as he laughs, inclining himself closer to you. He places his hands just beside yours on the railing, looking up and then looking at you, who's still busy admiring the sky.

He can't help but smile admiring you in your adorable placidity.

"The stars are pretty tonight." You say as you notice him looking at you in your peripheral vision.

"You always say that. They're always pretty. Sparkly."

"Mesmerizing to look at." You add. He nods, still staring at you.

"That's why I love the stars.."

"Uh huh. And chocolate." You grin.

"And you."

You stand flabbergasted, daring not to look at him directly. Your heart feels like it's about to jolt out of your chest. Your fingers begin to tremble on their own as you feel something intangible whirling inside your stomach. You know what it is—and he's making your heart flutter. But you can't trust this feeling as you aren't even sure if he's joking or not. And if he is, you kinda hate it. You want it to be real.

"Aye, don't flirt with me. That's so not you." You snap, rolling your eyes.

It doesn't take him too long to perceive what's on your mind. He taps your shoulder before sitting on the railing, inviting you to join him. You're a little hesitant for the fear of falling to the water. And when it comes to this kind of thing, you don't trust Mello. You're sure he'll eventually push you. The number of times he had done this to you in some places before is something you can't even count anymore.

"C'mon [Y/N]. Don't be scared. I won't push you. Or if I do, you're free to drag me as well."

"Tch. So you do intend to push me." Nevertheless, you sit beside him and grip the bars tightly with your clammy palms. Luckily the concrete extends six inches after the railing.

Mello feels like you two aren't physically close enough, and he thinks it's not 'romantic' enough, so he slides even closer to you until his palm is already above your hand and your shoulders bump.

"Oh, no. You keep your distance, Mr. Wonka."

"It's not like we're having social distancing here you know?"

"You're too close."

"And I'm going to get even closer.."

He whispers, his hot breath tickling the side of your neck. You sigh and face him, and your noses bump. You urgently back away and you almost slip if not for him.

"What's gotten into your system for you to act so flirty all of a sudden?"

"You."

"MELLO!! I'm damn serious. Like, all the jests can wait but for now, just.. don't flirt with me. I'm in no mood."

"Aww, trying to shoo me away huh? After stealing my heart and my chocolates, here you are suddenly breaking my poor, poor heart."

"One more attempt and I'm going to drown you."

"Heeeeeeey. Don't be so vicious now." He softly bumps your shoulder with his. You only click your tongue in annoyance.

"Seriously. Stop messing with me. I hate you."

"No you don't. I'm not messing with you. I'm serious—"

"Tch. Serious my ass."

"..You don't have one—"

"See? You little fucktard. You keep on messing with me. So just stop flirting with me. I swear I'll kill you if you continue."

"Whaaat? Seriously, I'm not messing with you. You gotta—"

"Mels, no, no, no. You can poke fun of me, push me off right now or anything but just don't flirt with me. You're a bastard for torturing my feelings. That's not cool at all. Damn it," you spat. He keep his silence, his mouth starting to gape.

"Don't make me assume things because I really, really, really like you!"

The words pour out unbidden. Your voice resonates and immediately you shut up and look down with a furious blush.

'That's it, congratulations for possibly ruining your friendship.' You think as you bite your lower lip.

Your blush vanishes as the fluttering feeling in your chest does, being replaced with instant regret, as if your heart has dropped to your stomach.

The look of surprise in his face turns to a cheeky grin. With much glee, he chuckles.

"I've always known this devil is a pure softie inside..."

"M-Mello.."

You are about to tear up, but then he says, "Do you know what you just did? You ruined my plans, [Y/N]! But I suppose I can forgive you for that."

"What?? Plan?? Damn you, damn you, damn you! I knew you were up to no good! Damn it, Mello! Pretend this night never existed. I'm outta here—"

"No no, it's not what you think. 'I like you' was supposed to be my line, not yours!" He can't help but burst out laughing, leaving you momentarily dazed, but then when you realize what he possibly meant by that, it's as if your heart has come back to life. Your face turns red.

"I was going to confess to you tonight, but it looks like the tables had turned. You are a.. partypooper! Do you know how many times I've practice saying that in front of Matt, just to end up with you saying it instead of me? Unbelievable!"

He wheezes, catches his breath, then looks at you. "And look, I'm not complaining, alright? Haha.. but the way things turn out to be in the end is just so.. whimsical. But I'm gonna say it anyway: I like you. I like you a lot."

You scrutinize his facial expression just to be sure that he's serious, and you confirm he truly is. He's absently smiling, and just from staring at you is the reason. Rapture dances in his eyes. He looks genuinely happy and candid at the moment. And here you are left speechless, only staring at him as a sheepish smile slowly invades your face.

You almost lose your grip on the railing when he briefly kisses your cheek. And again, nothing comes out of your mouth.

"Do I also need to say that I wanna be your boyfriend? Because, isn't it obvious?"

"Mello..."

"No pressure, [Y/N]. If we both like each other but you're not yet ready for a relationship, I understand and I can wait."

"Well.." You hide your face on his shoulder because you feel like the longer you stare at him, the more probable it is that you'll faint. "Uhm.. Err... Have you ever been.. in a relationship?"

"No, not really. You will be my first one. If you accept."

You smile. "Well, same as you here."

"Really? I thought you already had a partner or two before."

"I had no time to be in love. Add that some of the people I was acquainted with sucked, and the kind ones.. well, let's just say that they seemed to be missing something.. something that, I suppose, only you have. And.. it will really make me happy if you are to be my first," you lift your head up to meet his eyes. "So I accept."

"You serious?? Right here?? Right now??"

"Need I repeat myself, partner-in-crime?"

"Haha! Course not!"

You peck his cheek as your warm smile broadens. You then rest your head on his shoulder, your eyes never leaving the distant city as he wraps an arm around your waist, meticulous so that you two wouldn't slip from the railing and fall down.

"I think it's safe to assume now that you're the one behind flattening my tires. And just so I can ride with you. You're a cunning man, so I suppose you also did something with your own scooter just so we could walk together, like couples in movies. Haha I never thought you'd think something like that!"

"It was Matt's idea. Swear. He thought it was more romantic that way. And he's probably the one who rigged my scooter. He really can be a huge pain in the ass sometimes."

"Like you are."

"Aw come on. Take that back you little demon!"

"Noooopeeeee! Pfahahaha— AAAA SHIT!"

And with that, you both plunge into the frigid water with a loud splash.

#death note #death note x reader #death note x you #death note imagine #mello x reader #Mello Death Note #death note mello #mihael keehl #death note fluff #anime x reader #character x you #death note x y/n #matt death note #death note oneshot

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translightyagami · 4 years ago

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James “translightyagami/avoidfilledwithcelluloid” Death Note Fic Masterlist

Hello to all you guys out there. Here is my full masterlist of allllll the Death Note fanfic I’ve written: There are over 120 fics contained within this entire list. I’m going to split it up by chapter fics, one-shot fics, short fic compilations, and gift fics I’ve done for fandom exchanges. The descriptions will tell you what the pairings are (mostly Lawlight, but there’s other stuff too). There are several posts of mine that are loosely defined fic, but I won’t be adding those in this post as they are just … hard to organize lol.

Fics are marked with E if they have explicit content and T if there are textual references to transgender characters. Chapter fics are marked as either complete or currently incomplete. Okay! Here we go!

[UPDATED 11/20/2021]

CHAPTER FICS

sit and stay awhile https://archiveofourown.org/works/31032719 complete Light has a fantasy of sitting in L’s lap, and he’s got a plan to make that a reality.

the art of ink and flowers https://archiveofourown.org/works/35106943 currently incomplete, E, T Light needs an apprentice and thinks he's found the perfect one in young firecracker Mello. Now to deal with Mello's uncle, the strange, mysterious, and - oops! - super hot florist Ryuzaki, who doesn't want his nephew near a tattoo parlor. What could possibly go wrong?

i could write it (better than you ever felt it) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13913043 currently incomplete Light works in the To-Oh university library, where he meets his favorite romantic mystery author, Eraldo Coil, who later reveals himself to be the great detective L. Through the course of their working together to solve a crime, Light finds he might have feelings for L and those feelings might be shared by the detective novelist.

your heart is an empty cup https://archiveofourown.org/works/13027707 currently incomplete Light is the assistant manager of a Starbucks in NYC, and L is one of his most annoying customers. When L accuses Light (correctly) of being Kira, as well as mysteriously asking for his help on a different case, the barista has to decide if he’s ready to get in bed with the enemy – maybe even literally.

the forest holds strange creatures https://archiveofourown.org/works/16442660 complete, E, T Light, a paranormal research grad student, comes to a small town trying to find a mysterious cryptid. He finds L, a 10-foot-tall tree creature, who helps Light discover the greatest cryptid of all: love. The only reason this one is in the chapter fic section is because it includes a Halloween special chapter with the intro of Beyond Birthday into the cryptid AU.

At Your Service https://archiveofourown.org/works/19229524 complete, E, T The Yagami family owns the sprawling, exclusive Hotel Kitsune where all sorts of international espionage agents make their temporary home. That includes the great detective L, whose romantic tension with Light comes to a boiling point when he comes to stay after a long absence.

best practices https://archiveofourown.org/works/21113519 complete, E, T Light has been working his way to the top of the corporate ladder thanks to his own hard work, and his more-than-close relationship with L, the company CEO and founder’s son. Their relationship comes to a head when L challenges Light to open himself up, making him vulnerable to showing the true depth of what he feels for L and his own desire to explore sexual power dynamics.

ONE-SHOT FICS

tell me the truth https://archiveofourown.org/works/12592320 E, T Light and Matsuda hit up a bar after work, and then Light hits up Matsuda for sex, praise, and a distraction from the deep emptiness inside him.

constricting https://archiveofourown.org/works/13721580 E, T Light breaks L’s favorite tea cup in their kitchen, and L eats him out because he loves his husband so much.

tell me I’m good https://archiveofourown.org/works/13986861 E In the middle of the night, L receives a drunk call from Light, hiding in the bathroom at a party. The call, turning from desperate to horny, reveals more about Light than L wanted to know.

if at first you don’t succeed https://archiveofourown.org/works/15119816 E, T Light gave his first blow job and accidentally bit L on the dick. He tries to make up for his mistake by trying again.

let me work on you https://archiveofourown.org/works/15884799 E, T As the result of losing bet to him, Light has to be L’s computer desk – naked and laying over his boyfriend’s lap. Of course, when L gives him another sexy challenge, Light can’t help but rise to the occasion.

alterations https://archiveofourown.org/works/17945957 E, T Light comes to visit his boyfriend Mikami at his fancy law office and suggests they have sex there. When Mikami reacts unfavorably, Light has to do damage control, and it smarts a lot more than he expected.

lizard https://archiveofourown.org/works/18552499 E, T Light meets a beefcake guy at a bar on the anniversary of L’s death, and lets him take him home (Lizard is my death note OC, and the fic was a wonderful commission from @queerical)

Buried Alive https://archiveofourown.org/works/19705540 L and Light live together in L’s underground bunker after the apocalypse scorches the Earth. They watch some VHS tapes and do some gardening.

Our Little Secret https://archiveofourown.org/works/23822881 E After getting his memories, his freedom, back, Light wants to give L a gift: Kira tied up at his mercy. But L isn’t so sure if that gift is the one he really wants.

The Light of the Moon https://archiveofourown.org/works/25052722 E, T L is a vampire and accidentally bites Light, who is haunted by dreams that make him question why he wants L to bite him again (and maybe … something more …)

little animals https://archiveofourown.org/works/26829778 E Light and his werewolf boyfriend L fuck in their backyard garden.

Change OR the one where L and Light get married https://archiveofourown.org/works/27748159 E, T A gift/commish fic for @ohgodplsdontlook. Six years after the Kira case closes, L and Light go have a wedding in the mansion where L spent his childhood summers. They bring the Yagami family, their baggage, and vows to share each other’s secrets.

a divine power https://archiveofourown.org/works/28018197 E L has a particular power that has helped him get confessions from even the most hardened, tight-lipped criminals, and he offers to use this power on Light to get an honest answer to the question "Are You Kira?" Not really believing L's power is real (and also smelling an easy way to lie his way out of being caught) Light agrees to submit to this bizarre investigative power - not realizing that L is about to make him a *very* honest man. (TL;DR, L has a Magic Cock That Makes Anyone He Fucks Fall in Love With Him AU.)

Possession https://archiveofourown.org/works/29232294 E After being killed by his family for being Kira, Light makes a deal with the demon L to get back to the mortal realm - a very, very sexy deal.

24-Hour Gym https://archiveofourown.org/works/29415480 After the yellow warehouse goes (mortally) in their favor, Light and Mikami frequent the same 24-hour gym. Eventually, after seeing all his work out skills, Light asks Mikami if he can bench press *Kira*.

Fantasy of a Fantasy https://archiveofourown.org/works/29729685 E, T While monitoring the Yagami family home for suspicious activity, L catches Light getting off to a dirty magazine and projects what he thinks his main suspect's fantasies might be.

the chains that bind us https://archiveofourown.org/works/32051299 E, T Obligatory post-Yotsuba arc fic where Light is released from the handcuffs, and wants desperately to be back in bondage with L. Features a very creative use of the handcuff chain.

Kept https://archiveofourown.org/works/33334282 E, T Omegaverse AU where Light cooks up a horny evil scheme so that L won’t throw him in jail, and also lets him get that alpha lovin’ he so desires.

so glad you’re home https://archiveofourown.org/works/33977605 E, T L returns from a solo case and he and Light have a purr-fect homecoming together - including some spanking, cat ears, and a shower of sappy affection.

SHORT FIC COMPLIATIONS

hand in unlovable hand https://archiveofourown.org/works/15025058 E Okay so I’ve been answering Tumblr askbox prompts for over 2 years now, and this? This is ALL of the Lawlight fics. There are over 70 Lawlight fics in this compilation, with all the nsfw fics marked as such. Here are somethings you’ll find in this horde: an AU where L is fat; dirty talk; ghost sex; phone calls about buying a house; early morning tea; kissing; spanking; bondage; L’s hair being brushed; and much, much more. If you have wished for a particular type of Lawlight fic, it is probably in this bunch.

Containing Multitudes https://archiveofourown.org/works/17570645 E Like i said, I’ve been answering all types of Tumblr prompts. These are all the multi-pairing fics that are not Lawlight. In over 20 fics, you’ll find Mikalight, Light/Misa, Misa/Takada, Misa/Rem, Light/Namikawa, Beyond/Light, Light/Matsuda, and even a few ones with Light and my DN OC Lizard. All nsfw fics are marked as such.

hereditary https://archiveofourown.org/works/17159354 All the Tumblr prompt fics I wrote specifically about the Yagami Family. About 4 fics long, includes a really nice couple of Sayu and Light sibling sadness fics.

bottom shelf erotica https://archiveofourown.org/works/20899706 E These are the 5 fics that I wrote to fill Death Note kinkmeme prompts. They are few frills, dirty, sloppy, all bottom Light smut fics. Also, since I didn’t want to give myself away on kinkmeme they’re all cis stuff. (because really who else would have been throwing trans smut up there?)

something between us (anyway) https://archiveofourown.org/works/30304620 T, E a slowly updating collection of 10 tumblr fic requests I received for the pairings of lawlight and (my DN OC) lizard/light, covering prompts including omegaverse, coffee shop AU, sexy lingerie, and much, much more.

kinktober 2021 https://archiveofourown.org/works/34235686 E, T updated each saturday of Oct. 2021, these five fics all revolve around lawlight and specific kinky prompts.

GIFT EXCHANGE FICS

your father’s son https://archiveofourown.org/works/15115568 T A Secret Shinigami 2018 gift for AbbodonAbandon. Light and Soichiro have a talk about why Light quit the tennis team. Lots of trans shit in here.

in your shoes https://archiveofourown.org/works/22405516 E A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @pashmina-dhaage. L is a professor who is having a quiet relationship with one of his grad students, Light. When he sees Light through his office window stepping in mud, L rushes to give him the shoes off his feet.

wash it out https://archiveofourown.org/works/22405648 A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @complicatedmerary. Mikami and Light, a pianist and violinist respectively with the same opera company, are carrying on a passionate affair while Light remains married to the opera’s soprano, Misa.

Thank you for Reading, Commenting, and Being Nice to Me About My Silly Fic!

#me me me #subtextual #death note #lawlight #my fic #death note fanfiction #woof! okay!#i know i'm posting at the worst time #but i'm gonna pin this so everyone can see

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rnisa · 3 years ago

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Could i get a death note mach up plz? I feel weird describing myself ngl XD

Im 5'0 (152cm) and i have shoulder length brown hair and eyes. I also have glasses. I love to read, draw, and ice skate. I think i can be quite a shut in, not really going outside much. But i do love to spend time with friends when their not busy. I think i can be kinda touchy when im around people i love (lots of random hugs, kisses on the cheek, and hair ruffling for my little brothers lol) i can be blunt sometimes. I never mean to be rude, but sometimes i dont think before i talk. Besides that, i often always put others first and can be very protective of them (i almost fist fought someone cause they pulled a knife to my dad. Iv never even punched anyone/thing but i was ready to throw down XD which is super dumb) i also do it with emotional issues, which i admit can be very draining. Im not the smartest person if u couldnt tell XD sometimes it takes me a minute to respond cause i cant focus, or sometimes ill just be really dumb, like when i thought new zealand was in the US for wayy to long. Apart from personality, i mainly like to dress punk or emo with ripped jeans, boots, lots of red and black. Or the complete oppisite and wear yellow sun dresses ang do a full cottagecore look, my style changes weekly pretty much.

Srry that was so long, i also ramble a lot XD

Of course you can, gorgeous! And thank you for being my first-ever Death Note matchup!!! Don't worry about describing yourself; it's definitely an interesting thing to do, though sometimes difficult. And no need to apologize for the length - the more you give me, the better! If all you gave me was "Hey I'm a cancer and I have brown hair," that wouldn't do me much good x,D So please, ramblings are always welcome <3 You didn't mention your sexuality so I cannot take that into account, I am purely going based off of personality and character alone. Hope that's okay! I got your message while I was at work, and I thought about it (instead of, y'know. Doing work) and I would match you up with...

Mello

While I don't have the greatest grasp on his character, I believe you two could be a good (and bad) fit for a few reasons. Mello wouldn't necessarily mind you being a "shut in", though he leads a semi-active lifestyle, as long as you'd be willing to do something with him here and there, you're okay. Doesn't have to be anything crazy - outings with just the two of you would be fine. Going for a motorcycle ride, a relaxing hike, or at a theme park once a month would be enough to keep him content. I do think he would want a more outdoorsy partner, but at the end of the day, he feels safer knowing you're home where the chances of you getting hurt are small. So it's not a deal-breaker if you'd rather be at home, just don't prevent him from going out when he wants to pop open a cold one with the boys, and you're fine.

I picture Mello as being very physically affectionate, so your advances would be welcomed. He enjoys showing you off and he loves coddling you, loves it when you cling to him or hold his hand/arm in public.

The main reason I think you two would be a good match, though, is how feisty you seem to be. If I'm reading into it correctly, it sounds like you're very passionate about your feelings, and you may be pretty emotional - which strikes me very similarly to Mello. Not to say people need to be identical to be a match, but I think when two people with that sort of energy come together it can be a beautiful thing. You're each others' ride or die, when you're on the same page everything is amazing and you feel on top of the world...but when you disagree, your fights are explosive. You might give each other the silent treatment. You might be petty and hold onto grudges, rather than talk it out in the first place. You both might joke about being a little toxic and crazy, though you are mostly only crazy for each other... In some ways, you may enable each other with your respective "bad" behaviors, but good things can come from it, too. At the end of the day, both of you know that he has your back, and you have his. And nobody is a better hype-person than he is for you, and you are for him. However, it would be nice if, at times, you are able to be the more "logical" person to help keep him grounded.

Sometimes he might tease you a little too much when you "say something dumb" ((A/N: You're not dumb. It took me two years to understand what 'irony' was.)) and your feelings may get hurt. But if you're able to communicate this with him, Mello will apologize and feel bad.

I don't think fashion/style is important to him (for a partner - Mello definitely loves fashion for himself) but from the description of how you dress, I think Mello would find it very attractive. I can see him liking the whole e-girl / e-boy aesthetic. Maybe it's just me but I feel like Mello is a simp. Like he has the capacity to be a simp for his partner... Maybe I'm just projecting but I also think he's into the whole bimbo / himbo thing, in a partner. But maybe that's just me speaking, as I love bimbos and himbos.

Thank you for messaging me, this was fun! I'm sorry if it wasn't a character you wanted - it's just what I think, and nothing here is at all factual! Secondary Matchups: Misa Amane, Touta Matsuda. I won't give an explanation for these here, but if you are interested to hear why for these two, just send another ask and say "Hey! I'm this anon [post link to this ask] can you explain why Misa and/or Matsuda?" and I would be more than happy to write them up for you ^.^ They just wouldn't be as long/detailed as I found Mello the most fitting.

#death note x reader #death note #mello #dn mello #mello x reader #mihael keehl #matchup

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kiranatrix · 4 years ago

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This is entirely self indulgent but can I ask how you think whammy’s house celebrates pi day, every year I make a ton of pies and I bet the whammy’s kids would be just as dorky. I know in my bones that Mello gets at least 2 chocolate pies a year and god help anyone who dares to steal a slice.

Oh thank you! I needed a cute ask after some heavy ones <3 (not that I mind those kind). That’s so fun that you celebrate Pi Day and I’d love to see your pies! As for how it might go down at Wammy’s House:

- The Pi Day tradition started out academically where their math professor held a contest to see who can remember the most digits of pi. Wammy’s House does love their tests and rankings, and the winner can request a pie of their choice no matter how decadent. Of course, the current record-holder is L himself who, when presented with such supreme motivation, typed out 120,00 digits with his left hand while working on solving cases with his right. It’s become a legend around Wammy’s and not all the kids believe it (mostly Beyond because he couldn’t beat him).

- The tradition soon shifted from the digit contest (which took too long) to a bake-off! At first Wammy and Roger figured it would give them a break in the kitchen but they didn’t anticipate the messes and kitchen disasters and fires. But it remained so popular with the kids they didn’t have the heart to stop it. There’s a ‘mystery judge’ (it’s L lol) who taste-tests each one and gives it a rating. The winner doesn’t get much more than bragging rights but everyone gets to eat a lot of pie.

- You’re absolutely right that Mello MUST have chocolate pies (Chocolate Cream!), and I think the reason he needs a minimum of two is that one is for eating and one is for throwing at Near lol. It becomes an annual cat-and-mouse game where Near tries to avoid Mello for the whole day while Mello frantically searches for him, pie in hand and ready to hurl it at any moment. That’s probably the only way he’d ‘give’ some of his pie away. “WHERE IS HE?!” is often heard ringing through the halls of Wammy’s House on that day. I headcanon him as a really good baker-- he’s trying hard to beat whatever pie Near makes. “If I can make a bomb, I can bake a pie.” *clenches fist*

- Matt never gets very far in the baking process because he eats all the ingredients, either from munchies or distraction when he gets a notification on his game. He assembles whatever’s left (apples cores and raw crust) with a shrug and calls it ‘avant garde.’ He could definitely do it but he knows Mello and Linda will make awesome ones anyway and he just doesn’t care that much. He eventually remembers Mello never shares, oops.

- Beyond....sigh, Beyond. Is an entire pie tin filled with jam really a pie? He’s ready and willing to debate this point until detractors give up and go away. If he suspects L is really the secret taste-tester he might stuff the pie with all kinds of horrendous stuff, spiders, toenail clippings, boogers, and sneeze on it for good measure. He probably spends as much time looking over the other kids shoulders and making ‘helpful suggestions’ (spoiler: not so helpful) as he does making his own cursed pies. “This? Oh it’s a mud pie.” Except with real mud.

- Near spends most of Pi Day hiding from Mello but arranges to use the kitchen in Roger’s cottage to bake in peace and quiet. I see him having less of a sweet tooth and putting more focus on (overly) intricate presentation. Maybe he tries to make his pie crust look like dozens of puzzle pieces, only to despair when the baking process smooshed them all back together. I think he’d end up making a Banoffee Pie (given Wammy’s is in England).

- Linda’s pies are a work of art and she pretty much always wins, having a good balance between flavors and creative presentation. Because she’s familiar with how most of the other student’s pies are going to go--hoarded/splatted/gross-- she makes a bunch and all different kinds. Her crust is the flakiest, fillings homemade and completely protected from Beyond’s ‘help.’ L is completely enthralled with her pies, to the point Wammy has to pull her aside and ask her for the recipes (he’s not thrilled about that).

- Food fight? Food fight! All those kids getting hopped up on sugar and its bound to happen! Mello gets Banoffee Pie to the face and no one has any peace

#death note #l lawliet #mihael keehl #nate river #beyond birthday #mail jeevas #wammy's house #linda #matt #near #mello #anon #asks #headcanons #pi day #imagines

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ruethestorm · 4 years ago

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my contribution for the free day of the @meroniaevent ☺️

meronia college roommate au headcanons

both go to Columbia University on full scholarships

were both valedictorians of their high school

mello was on the wait list at first but of course he’ll take that to his grave

mello

a math and Russian literature double major. he chose math cause he likes and it is good at it, and Russian lit cause he’s a good Russian Boy™

has always studied russian on his own, and has always felt connected to his home country. he wants to study abroad in Moscow for at least one semester. knows Russian history and politics like the back of his hand. always clung to his heritage for a sense of security

ready engage in heated, almost violent, debate about the USSR and russian politics at any given moment

the first day on campus, he makes friends with the other Russian (international) students and they’re shocked when they find out he’s not native

Unlike me, he doesn’t have any religious trauma, and wherever he was he was living pre-adoption he could always find comfort in his local catholic church, wearing his rosary, and the idea that his saints were watching over him

he has a marble statue of his favorite saint on his dresser, he bought it at a thrift store in his junior year of high school for $6 but it’s his most prized possession

near

a bio and chem double major on a premed track, plans to become an anesthesiologist and retire at 50.

a secret Pixar and Disney Fanatic. runs a blog reviewing all the Disney movies when they come out, and posting character analysis and essays on the older ones. has about 50 followers, and It makes it his day whenever he gets a new one, or someone comments on his post

likes to listen to Disney soundtracks to study.

a major jazz fan, and his favorites are Ella Fitzgerald and Duke Wellington. He had a mild obsession with the Harlem Renaissance as a child and his love of jazz is the lasting remnants of it.

mildly embarrassed at his toys and the teddy bear he keeps hidden behind his pillows.

both

sticklers for getting to class at least 10 minutes early and submitting assignments on time. both fought tooth and nail to get in with a full scholarship. have experienced the foster care system, insecure housing, were forced to grow up early. they don’t take it for granted.

disgusted at all the legacy kids and spoiled rich kids they see at school

didn’t know about the each others background, but one day:

“so, are you going home for break?” mello asked.

“yeah. honestly i didn’t really feel like it- but Maggie is honestly quite stubborn, she swore she’d throw out my stuff if i didn’t come home,”

“You call your mom by her first name?” mello chuckled. Typical spoiled rich kid, he thought.

“Well, yes. She’s my adopted mother. I’ve always felt more comfortable calling her that. And she’s always insisted on it. To call her ‘mom’ would be awkward for the both of us, I suppose.”

“Wait, you’re adopted?”

Near steeled himself for the incoming barrage of insensitive, invasive questions he was so used to.

Mello’s face had lit up. “So am I,”

“Really?”

“Yes. I was adopted by my parents when I was nine. How old were you?”

“Maggie adopted me a week before my twelfth birthday,” he answered, smiling fondly at the memory.

“Wow. I never would have guessed it. You’re so- put together, I guess? You’re not like any foster kid I’ve met,”

“Well, that’s somewhat Maggie’s doing. She asked me, on my 12th birthday, where I wanted to go to college. I said Columbia. She said, ‘Okay. Columbia it is, then.’ And here I am,”

“Wow. That’s incredible,” mello said, genuinely awed. “What does she do?”

“She’s a case worker. She was mine, actually. It’s a quite charming story. I could tell it to you- if, if you wanted to hear it, of course,” he said, confidence faltering at the end. He started to twirl his hair, looking at the carpeted floor.

“That is definitely a story I want to hear. Look,” he said, putting on his jacket, stuffing a calculator and pencils into his pockets, “I’ve gotta go make this calc final my bitch- but- when I get back, we’ll trade stories, Ok? Don’t fall asleep on me,”

For the first time, Near gave him a genuine smile. “I’ll make sure of it,” he said.

After The Talk, one night:

“You know, Nate. There’s nothing wrong with having toys, or stuffed animals, or whatever the fuck you feel like. You’re almost 18, right? You can’t go your whole life being embarrassed of the shit you like. I mean, I’m catholic. I don’t give a fuck about anyone else’s beliefs, but those are mine. If someone has a problem with it, they can suck a dick about it,” he yawned.

“Thank you, Mello. No one’s ever said that to me before,”

“Yeah, whatever. Go to sleep. You’ve got an 8 am tomorrow and I’m gonna kill you if you sleep through your alarm for an hour like last time,”

nate couldn’t help the smile plastered on his face as he fell asleep

#uwu #i tried #meroniaevent #i really love my boys #i love imagaining them w/o all the trauma :(#mello #near #death note

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m011y-r4wr · 4 years ago

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Insomnia// L. Lawliet (PT. 1+2)

(chapter 0 here)

After getting dressed, I finally went to the memorial for A. The hallways were quieter than usual. The people in the hallways were weeping, and holding each other in sadness. The people acting the most upset were the employees. Not because of A’s death, but because they lost a primary asset. It makes me sick to my stomach. He would not be happy about this.

I quickly walked out of the hall and into the memorial room. The only people in the room were BB and Quillish, which is good. They’re the only people who really cared about A as a person. BB walked over towards me and put a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, are you gonna be okay?” he asks. I nod, “Are you?”

He looks at me with sorrow and exits the room, leaving me a Quillish to mourn. They didn’t make it an open casket which was a good call. I don’t know what I would do if I saw him dead again. I wish I never ran to A’s room when I heard the scream. I never wanted the last image I saw of him to be that. After getting lost in my thoughts, Quillish walked towards me and smiled.

“Hello C, how are you today.” he asked. How am I!? “Fine, thanks.” I reply coldly, “How did you even find time to come back here? I thought you were so busy with L and the investigations.” He laughed and waved his hand back and forth, “L isn’t on a case right now, and I simply couldn’t miss the memorial for A. It is my job as a caretaker.” he replied. I scoffed, “What a caretaker you are. You aren’t even here 95% of the time, don’t act like you care about us. All you want is the fame and success of L.”

All Quillish did was look at me hurt and then exit the room. I never meant to say that to him, I’m just emotional from this mess. I know he tries his hardest to keep us safe and give us the things we need to survive. He’s a caring man and I’m just a jerk.

“A little harsh there, cupcake.” I hear a voice say. I turn around. Mello. “What do you want.” I harshly replied. “I’m just here to mourn, and you’re here to be a stick in the mud, as always.” he laughs. I ball my fist and get ready to throw a punch, but he stops me. “That temper of yours really needs to be checked on. You’ll get mad if someone looks at you the wrong way.”

“Whatever, Mello. I don’t care.” I spat, and walked out of the room. God, everyone here is so rude. I can’t stand this place. This place could go up in flames for all I care. The only thing I need is BB.

The rest of the day I laid in bed doing nothing. Many of the employees came in and out all day, but I tuned them out and hummed a song in my head. After a few hours, I passed out due to lack of sleep.

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I woke up that night in a cold sweat. Something felt extremely wrong. I couldn’t pinpoint why. “Hey. C.” BB said. “Wh-what?” I asked while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “I love you, you know that right?” He says. “It’s too early for this, B.” I yawn. “Never forget me okay?” he asks. “How could I forget you, I see you everyday dummy.” I say, now aware of my surroundings.

He kissed me on the cheek, and then left the room. I’m so confused. What’s going on? “B?” I called out. There was no response. “B!?” I called out again. Still no response. I hopped out of bed and sprinted through the door. Frantically, I searched the building. There was no sign of him. He couldn’t leave me! I already lost A, I can’t lose him. Being all alone was worse than being raised to be a successor. If he leaves I’m all alone, and he’s all alone. “B!” I scream. He’s nowhere to be found.

I screamed his name over and over and over again, but he wasn’t here. He’s gone. “C! What is all this ruckus for!? It’s 4:00 in the morning!” the lady shouted at me. “He’s gone.” I said. “What on earth are you talking about?” She screeched. “BB! He’s gone.” I shouted back. “He couldn’tve escaped, we have tight security!” she stated. “You bred us to be extremely smart, he found a way to get out!” I cried. The lady left in a hurry to get backup, but I know he was long gone.

The morning after BB left, I decided that my only objective right now was to find him. Escape this place, and dedicate my life to finding him. The only question was how. I don’t understand how he got out without anyone noticing. He is very smart, but there are so many guards out front. It would be almost impossible.

Everyday for 5 months I planned and planned. I thought out every possibility and had multiple backup plans in case anything went wrong. I was fully prepared for anything, and I was ready to find BB, and then live my life happily again.

And it would all start tonight

After getting myself ready for the night, I faked sleeping so the employees would leave my door, and then my plan went into action. All I had to do was get out without being seen, and run away as far as I could. It seems really simple, but it’s not. I haven't been in the outside world for 6 years. So much has happened and I don’t think I know the geography well. Sure, I studied maps and street names, but it’ll be different in person.

I waited for the time to hit 2:00. That’s usually when everyone in the building is sleeping or on break, which is the perfect time to escape.

Quickly I grabbed my hoodie, and slipped it on. Then I quietly left my room. As I suspected there were no employees out in the halls. I move swiftly and quietly, making sure as to not be seen or heard. I finally made it to the door, and my plan was finally in action.

The week before, I had stolen one of the female employee’s uniforms. I studied the way they acted and replicated that onto myself. It’s easy to fake being someone else. Opening the front door, I walked out pretending to be worried.

“Ma’am, what are you doing?” one of the guards asked. “It’s, It’s C! She’s gone! I can't seem to find her! Please help!” I said, being dramatic. “Oh god, call backup! Ma’am, did you see where she last went?” he asked. “Yes! I’m going to head in that direction, but she’s smart so we need to take all possible precautions!” I replied. “Yes, of course. Contact us if you find anything!” he said, and headed out.

That was scarily easy, I expected him to be suspicious of me. Weird. It doesn’t matter, I started running ahead. I turned into an alley, and took off the itchy uniform. I did it! I finally escaped from the prison. Recalling the maps, I saw that there was a bar 3 blocks over. After a while of walking, I made it.

I opened the door and everyone in the building looked at me. I guess it’s because I’m so young.. Whatever. “You lost there missy?” some drunk guy yelled from the corner. I ignored him and sat at the counter. “Could I have some water please?” I asked, using the best manners I could. The bartender nodded and went to go make my drink. Being out in public again is so weird. Never in a million years did I think I would be out here. “Here you go.” The bartender said, passing my drink. “Thank you, sir.” I replied. I noticed the TV was on the news channel. It didn’t seem important, so I ignored it. “Dang. Those BB murders are terrible. I hope they catch the guy.” Someone said. I spit out my water.

#l lawliet #lawliet #deathnote #death note #light yagami #misa amane #misa #anime #fanfic #x reader

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my-one-true-l · 4 years ago

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Hello dear! Could you write a fic for the wammy’s boys comforting their little ones after a bad dream? Thank you 💕

You got it Dear Anon!!!😊🖤

*~*~*~*~*~*

Tiny footsteps tip-toed down the dark hallway and creeped up behind the hunched figure sitting before the computer monitor. Her hand was clenched in a death grip around the blanket she dragged along behind her. With a balled up fist, she rubbed one of her eyes sleepily.

“Daddy, I had a nightmare again.” She squeaked at L, waiting anxiously for the world’s greatest detective to give her all of his attention.

He immediately spun away from the screen and put his feet flat on the floor, holding his arms out towards her. He hated her nightmares, certain her affliction was a direct result of his genetics. “Come here, Little One. It will be alright.”

The invitation barely left his lips before she was curled up in his lap, snuggled securely against his white shirt. He stroked her hair, inky like his, but falling in silky rings around her shoulders, a trait that was clearly from her mother.

“Would you like to tell me about it?” His low voice purred soothingly at her.

“No, thank you. I would prefer cake instead.”

Ever the push-over, he smiled softly down at her and sighed. “Strawberry or Chocolate? Granddad Watari prepared both, but a glass of warm milk must accompany it.”

“Ok, but will you read to me afterwards? I’m certain it’s the only way I will get back to sleep.”

He hugged her tighter to him. He would buy her the moon if she asked for it. “If it’s the only way you can sleep, of course I will.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

The small form in white jammies crouched in the center of his bedroom floor, an army of stuffed animals watching the door while he built his Lego fortress around his bed, illuminated by the nightlight shining from the corner.

“You had another nightmare, didn’t you?” Near asked his son.

“How did you know?” The boy never looked away from his work.

“I noticed when I walked by your room that you were awake.” Near didn’t want to admit that he checked on him several times a night since he was born. “Would you like to tell me what happened this time?”

“No. I’m ok.”

“Would you like help constructing your barricade?”

The boy nodded a yes to his father.

“If you plan on building it around your entire bed, you’re going to need more supplies. Let me get my Legos to add to yours. I’ll be right back.”

As Near headed to the door, he felt a tiny hand slip into his. His son stared up at him and squeezed his fingers tightly around his father’s.

“Ok, we can go together.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

“HELP! It happened again!”

Mello could barely get his eyes open before the full impact of his son landed squarely on top of him.

“Not again? Was it the one where Uncle Matt is stuck in the video game and can’t get out?”

“No, this was about Uncle Near. He was eating Legos and his lips would change color.” He scowled up at his father like a little, unscarred reflection. “It sounds dumb, but it was scary. Can I stay here with you?”

“Just try not to wake your mother.”

“Too late.” She grumbled and rolled over to face her two favorite boys. “Nightmare again?”

“Yup.”

“Matt?”

“No, Near.”

“Near? That’s a new one. Remind me to kick his ass in the morning, but now…How are we going to deal with this?” She smiled at her little boy warmly. “Do we raid Dad’s chocolate or blanket burrito and tell stories until you fall back to sleep?”

“I say both.”

“I was asking our son, Mello.” She laughed.

“I’m with Dad. Both.”

“Both it is!”

*~*~*~*~*~*

“Daddy, I can’t sleep. I had a bad dream.” The tiny silhouette in the doorway to the living room hugged her teddy bear. “Can I stay with you please?”

“Of course you can, Princess.” He patted the sofa cushion next to him. Her dark figure turned into freckled cheeks and reddish-brown pigtails in pink turtle print jammies bounding towards him.

He hated feeling helpless. The outside world he could fight, but he could do nothing against the monsters that lurked around in her mind while she slept.

“Would you like to play a game. You can choose whatever one you like.”

“No, I want to lay here and watch you play. It always helps me sleep when I can fall asleep to the sound of the buttons clicking.”

He may not be able to chase away the nightmares, but just being him was enough. “Alright. Whatever will make you happy.”

She lay down and he gently draped the knit throw over her tiny body, smiling as she snuggled into comfort next to him.

“Which game do you want me to play?”

No answer came from the tiny girl, fast asleep in the safety of her father’s company.

“Sleep well, Princess.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Tortuous screams echoed down the narrow hallway, disorienting anyone that woke to the terrifying sound. Beyond couldn’t remember breaking the door or how he got there, but he found himself standing in the middle of his son’s room ready to kill. No intruder or monster under the bed would survive if he set his sights on them. Neither reality nor imagination had permission to insight terror in his child.

“What’s the matter? Are you ok?” He bellowed the panted words, a sound that would terrify most children, but to his son, the sound meant comfort, always bringing with it protection. Beyond was the monster other monsters feared.

“I had a bad dream again.” He shook beneath the covers he pulled up tightly under his chin. “Please, Dad, check the closet and under the bed. Just in case.”

Beyond searched the closet, moving the hangers heavy with clothes from side to side and kicked away the mismatched pairs of sneakers. He checked the locks on the windows, peering out into the yard, looking for the glowing red numbers that always gave away the location of anyone that thought they were concealed by the darkness.

A wide grin came to his lips when his eyes caught his son’s stare before dropping to the floor theatrically. “Be right back.” He crawled beneath the bed, slithering from one side to the other, confirming the only thing lurking beneath the bedframe were dust bunnies and a lone spider in his web. “All clear, my boy. You’re safe.”

“Thanks, dad. Will you stay with me, just in case?”

“Scooch over.”

#Death Note #L Lawliet #Beyond Birthday #Nate River #Mihael Keehl #Mail Jeevas #Ask #Answered #Request #Anonymous #So sorry this took me so long!

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