#I Really Need a Watari Tag

[longagoitwastuesday]

I am liking Jujutsu Kaisen, way more than I imagined I would, but I foresee it will let me down and it's keeping me from enjoying this as much as I could haha

I think the characters and dynamics are well set, and I think many of them have an incredibly good and deep potential, but I would be willing to bet they'll not get a proper development, enough for them to really hit. A well assembled set of gears is not enough to make the movement go, you have to wind the clockwork.

I think Gojo and Megumi have a fascinating and very complex dynamic, but I doubt it will be given the time and care that imo it needs to actually work. And it is going well enough for now! One could see the intimacy between them was deeper than the one Gojo had with, say, Yuji and Nobara ever since the very first few episodes despite the fact Fushiguro too was a first year. But the pieces forming what they have are extremely complex, and it just wouldn't be realistic if it doesn't show, even if in a not showing way, or if it doesn't have consequences or implications.

It's one of those dynamics that shape one's life, the way one regards the world, the way one establishes or not relationships with other people. It's one of those dynamics that could be full of fondness, gratitude, resentment, admiration, trust, and that imply intimacy, the good kind or the bad, even if in just the knowledge of someone who's been a constant through your life. It could, and would, imply a myriad of feelings, and probably in such a mix it could imply contradictory feelings too. Even the nothingness would weight, even the nothingness would be significant and meaningful.

Gojo took Megumi and his sister under his wing, the son of a man who murdered him, because of both selfish and selfless reasons. Megumi looks like Toji. What does Gojo feel about this? How does Gojo deal with this? How does Gojo go about taking care of Megumi? Would he walk him to school? Make him breakfast? Celebrate his birthdays making him blow candles? Did he take him to the zoo? Does the relationship between them feel professional or is it something more? Gojo appreciates his students, but is Megumi to him just another student? When Gojo faces Sukuna in Megumi's body, did he see the kid he raised, or does he just see Sukuna in one of his students' body? Did he have one faint wavering instant? And how does Megumi feel about this? Is he resentful of him? Resentful of the situation? Of the selfishness behind his actions? Does he feel like a pawn? Is he grateful? Does he resent feeling grateful? Would he rather not? Does he love Gojo? Does he feel nothing about him other than what he could feel about a teacher that sort of annoys him but knows he's reliable in his strength? Does he think it unfair, cruel or unfeeling that Gojo is close, closer perhaps, with Yuuji or Yuta, considering their story? When Sukuna slices Gojo in two, does the remnants of Megumi's soul tremble?

And not just Megumi and Gojo. Yuuji and Nanami, Gojo and Nanami, Yuuji and Fushiguro, Nobara and the boys, or Nobara and Maki, Todo and Yuuji or Yuta, Gojo and Yuta, Megumi and his sister. Gojo and Geto, even! If the pieces are well set, the dynamics are intriguing, interesting, and have potential to be deep, but then the characters have like two plot relevant scenes that punch you hard, but little more, it's not nearly enough. Especially not nearly enough for the enormity that is shonen dynamics and situations. And the potential existing at all, and then not delivering, makes it all the more frustrating when you're left with something mediocre that could have been so good.

The development of dynamics through not only a few plot relevant gut wrenching moving scenes, but also the smallness of life, is important. The friend who recommended this to me said that those things were just unnecessary filler, but I disagree. I think there's a big difference between a large amount of anime-only filler episodes whose existence is based on the fact they had run out of manga chapters to animate, and moments of quietness. The low stakes character-driven moments of quietness can be so telling and so insightful, and they are so satisfactory when brought back later in higher stakes situations. My friend teased me there was no scene of Gojo making breakfast to Megumi, that it would be an idiotic idea, but it would be so telling. How he makes breakfast, what they eat, if he tries hard or if it's all mechanised, if they have personal bowls or if they use whatever, if he just buys them some pastry on the way to school, if the way they have breakfast changes through the years, or if he doesn't make them breakfast at all! All that would be very insightful on their dynamic and its evolution. All that would give a glimpse on how they regard each other and why, even in the present. All that could become meaningful in tense situations and high stakes scenes.

These moments also let the plot breath; if a lot is happening all the time, if every character is always experiencing trauma after trauma, the entire story is so emotionally draining that at some point you don't even care all that much. Besides, these nothing moments or low stakes plot arcs, besides deepening and developing dynamics, also let some in-world time pass, which would make the intimacy and bond between characters more believable imo; between Yuuji eating Sukuna's finger and their last confrontation in December how much time has passed? A few months? Am I truly to believe these characters are so everything to each other in only a few months?

Without some smallness, some repetition, some daily life, some low stakes not plot-centric development, the dynamics don't hit, they don't truly feel fleshed out, and dynamics as complex as the ones Megumi and Gojo have, or as supposedly meaningful as the one Megumi has with Yuuji or his sister, should be fleshed out if they're going to exist at all. Otherwise they'd risk making the writing feel awkward and fake. Besides, if the dynamics felt well fleshed out and realistic, they would shape the way the characters interact and act, and how they deal with situations, thus being plot relevant.

The shonen genre has so much happening all the time, the stakes are so high, the dynamics are so rooted in big events and the relationships carry enormous weight and implications. Yet they barely get developed, and it feels so stupid, so plain, the absence of something so important noticeable like a constant void, a shapeless nothingness present in every scene. It makes the characters feel like cardboard figures. Jujutsu Kaisen is already getting a better job than many, but I doubt it will do enough for what I've heard, and I fear I am bound to feel let down, and bound to feel unmoved.

After all, if not enough time and care has been given to develop a dynamic, I am not going to feel pressured by the high stakes; if not enough time and care has been given to develop the dynamic between Megumi and Yuuji, as good potential as it has I am bound to feel little for this last confrontation between Sukuna and Itadori, and his effort in getting Megumi back.

[itspikamefan]

Save the Tiger (Grateful for what we have)

(I am HEARTWRENCHED by today's episodes. They have absolutely broken me. Not sure if I'll get this out by the end of today but regardless let's take our eyes off Harada and Hama for a minute and focus a little more on Chiba and... Ya know)

Breakfast and Lunch both came and went without much trouble for Chiba. The day was oddly quiet... Especially when Adrenaline was being pumped in through the ventilation.

Hayashi decided to permanently keep watch on Yanagi, with Watari and Tamba tagging in whenever she needed to grab food or water for him. Wada still hasn't woken up due to the motive, though Tsuno still tries her best to take care of him and Kamimura... Ojima, Harada, Hama, Okazaki, and Hasegawa are all off each doing... Something by themselves. Chiba didn't know. That only left...

Nakamigawa...

Chiba began to worry about Hiroaki's disappearance, especially with most of everyone having failed to noticed him gone. Eventually, however, as she went to the Nurse's office for some disinfetant, she noticed a strange small light behind the door.

Quietly peeking in, Airi saw Nakamigawa sitting cross-legged on the floor, candles surrounding his body as he seemed to be in quiet thought. On the bed in front of him, a small notebook laid open, on the left... Handwriting that looked vaguely familiar to Chiba. And on the right... .... ... Oh...

"Sasaki-chan..." Airi mumbles.

"GAH!" Hiroaki jumps, nearly knocking over the candles. "Jeez, Chiba. You ever learned to knock?!"

"I'm sorry... I just wanted to come get some disinfectant... And then I saw you..."

"Yeah, well, it's on the left cabinet. I can grab some down if your stupid stub legs can't reach it."

"...Are you holding a funeral?"

"I... What?" Hiroaki stops, his expression softening.

"For Sasaki-chan... When she died... No one gave her any remembrance... But that's what you're doing right now... Right?"

"I... How did you?"

"You drew her face in the Notebook... It looks nice..."

"...Well, thank Takeshi. He's been teaching me how to draw them. I was shit at faces before but… He’s got a certain way to see the world.”

"...Can I join you? I promise I'll be quiet. I just... wanted to get a chance to say Goodbye..."

"...Yeah. Sure." Hiroaki sighs.

Chiba quietly walks over to Hiroaki, sitting outside the ring of Candles as she stares up at Sasaki's memorial. She quietly lowered her head and closed her eyes, taking a moment to really take it all in...

Hitomi-chan... She was a bit strict at times... But Chiba never suspected what we she was feeling. All the stress she put on herself... All the exhaustion that continued to overwhelm her... Day after day... The tears she spelt when begging for her life. Not that of a Girl Scared of Punishment, but of a Remorseful Woman who wanted to make things right... Even though she knew she couldn't.

And yet... Behind all that, Chiba always felt something deeper. Like Sasaki had a side of her everyone never got to see, due to the Killing Game... The Motive... And the short time we were forced to endure together... She wondered... Was Sasaki-chan really all that bad?

"...You wanna say a few words?" Hiroaki asks.

"Hmm?" Chiba looks up, her thoughts still at the edge of her mind.

"Talk to her... Say anything you didn't get to say."

"...Sure."

Chiba stands up and quietly walks over to the Memoriam. She looks into the eyes of Sasaki's picture... Her sharp eyes staring back into Chiba's soul.

"Hitomi... I know we never got to talk much... For obvious reasons. I... never quite got the chance to figure out what kind of person you were. But... You seemed Smart... And well-intentioned at least. I know you didn't want to kill anyone... You were just scared. I'm not saying you were right for doing it... But I can understand why... So.... I forgive you."

Hiroaki's eyebrows raise at that final statement, intrigued by Chiba's statement.

"Obviously I don't think you killing Isono was the right thing, I don't forgive you for that. You took Isono's life from her... But, at the trial, when you tried to mislead us... Even if you didn't know whether or not we would all be killed on your escape... I... I understand. You were scared... You had committed something horrible, and your clock was ticking... So... I forgive you. For trying to mislead us. I know most people would try to do the same... And you weren't trying to kill all of us... You just didn't want to die... And... I'm sorry... I'm sorry you had to suffer through all this alone."

"...Damn. That was well put together." Hiroaki mumbles.

"...Thank you." Chiba whispers, sitting back down.

There are a few more moments of tranquil silence, the room illuminated by the quiet light of the Candles as Sasaki's picture watched over the two Ultimates. Both of whom were attacked... And both who would live to see another day... For Isono's... And for her sake.

"...Thanks for coming to do this. I usually do this shit alone, but having someone else... I dunno... Makes me feel like I'm not alone in this..."

"You're welcome." Chiba nods.

Hiroaki sighs. "Well... How you holding up?"

"Huh?"

"Your arm, you said you came to get disinfectant. I assume that means it's still injured pretty bad. You holding up alright?"

"Oh... Yeah. I'm fine. It stings a little, but not as much as last night."

"We really need to sort out that vent thing. If you cut yourself on that metal again, we're gonna have a real issue."

"I'll be more careful next time. I promise." Chiba insists.

"How did you even fail to see the metal? It wasn't THAT Dark in the vents, was it?"

Chiba suddenly tensed up. She hadn't been expecting people to ask further questions. Most times, whenever she lied, people took it at face value. She was an actor, after all. People were easily convinced.... Shit.

"I-I was distracted. I heard noises and was curious. I wasn't focused."

Hiroaki narrows his eyes, suspicious. "From where?"

"T-the Library? I think?"

"So you heard noises coming up from the Library, and though you could investigate it from the floor on the vent below?"

"U-uh... Yeah?"

"...You lying bitch." Hiroaki mutters, his eyes widening. "You made that whole story up!"

"W-what?! No I didn't!"

"You're stuttering! People aren't usually telling the truth when they stutter!"

"M-maybe I'm just nervous cause you're pressuring me!!!"

"Bullshit! What the hell happened in there?!"

"I already told you!"

"Liar!" Hiroaki growls, standing up. "You're willing to vent to me about all the little feelings towards the woman that tried to kill us, but you aren't willing to tell the people that care about you about stuff that might actually be important?!"

"It's not like that!"

"Then what the hell is it, Airi?!"

"I can't tell you!"

"Why not?!"

"Cause you'll hurt her!!!"

"And?! If they're willing to try and attack you while you're doing your damndest to escape, they deserve to be hurt!!!"

"No!"

Hiroaki's fed up. He grabs Chiba by the arm and pulls up her sleeve, unwrapping the bandages, much to Chiba's dismay.

"Three Scratch Marks... Aimed directly on the under side of the Forearm. If your arm were facing like that, you'd be protecting something... You'd be protecting..." HIroaki trails off as his eyes widen.

"H-hiroaki?!"

"...I'm gonna kill that fucking Tiger."

"NO!" Chiba struggles, and kicks Hiroaki in the jewels. Hiroaki howls and drops the Star, letting her run and block the door.

"I won't let you hurt her!" Chiba calls out.

"Out of my fucking way brat!" Hiroaki snaps.

"No! She didn't do anything wrong! It's just the Motive!"

"Who the hell cares?! It was a shit idea for fucking Let's Go Diego to bring that fucking animal into a fucking school in the first place! But now that cat's trying to fucking kill you?! No fucking way!"

"Leave her alone!" Chiba cries.

"If you don't let me end that fucking cat in te next two second, I'll make sure you'll never climb that stupid rope again!"

"If you kill me, you'll die! And you'll never get out of here!"

"I never said that. I'll just break your stupid fucking legs, so your stupid brat ass can NEVER-"

"NAKAMIGAWA!!!"

The argument is suddenly silenced by a loud shout. Hiroaki and Chiba turn to the door. Ojima is standing just outside, his face filled with rage. Chiba allows him to enter reluctantly as the Illustrator storms in.

"What the hell did you just say?!?!" Ojima snaps.

"I-I wasn't-"

"Why the hell were you threatening to hurt Chiba?!"

"I- The Tiger... Chiba she fucking... This brat doesn't know what's good for her!"

"I do! Stop treating me like a stupid kid!" Chiba snaps.

"If you're trying to protect her, then why did you threaten to break her legs?!"

"Because she's trying to get herself killed!!!"

"That's your solution?! Not to talk it out, or try and explain what's right?!"

"I tried to explain! But this stupid brat refuses to listen!!!"

Chiba huffs and turns away from Hiroaki, angry tears streaming from her face.

Takeshi sighs. "Nakamigawa... Go to your room. Don't do any rash shit. I'll talk to Chiba and get to the bottom of things. Then, we can talk about what to do next. Instead of you trying to take action on your own."

"I- ...Fuck." Hiroaki growls as he storms off, his face raging as he stomps off to his dorm.

Ojima turns around and leans down to Chiba. "Hey... I'm sorry about that. I know it sounded like it... But he didn't mean any of it. Adrenaline's a bitch, right?" Ojima jokes.

Chiba refuses to turn around, her rage still at the forefront of her mind.

Ojima sighs. "Look... You mind telling me what happened? I promise I won't do what Hiroaki did. I'll hear you out... And I won't do anything as rash. I promise."

"...She didn't mean it." Chiba mumbles.

"Hmm? 'She'?"

Chiba turns around, tears still streaming down, though those now tears of sadness. "Sawa... She just got too excited... And Harada. He tried to stop her. She didn't want to hurt me... And I didn't want to hurt her either. It was an accident."

"... Is that why your arm is cut?"

Chiba nods, wiping her eyes. "I didn't want to hide it. I just didn't want Sawa to get hurt because of me."

"That's very noble... But also dangerous. If you don't tell us the truth, and Sawa gets riled up again, we won't know what she'll be capable of. We don't have to hurt Sawa... But we need you to tell us the truth... Ok?" Chiba hesitates, before letting out a solemn. "Mmhmm..."

"Good... I'm glad you're ok Chiba." Ojima mutters, wrapping Chiba in a hug.

The actor hugs him back, taking a moment to compose herself. The room is silent, the candles from Sasaki's funeral still flickering as the two calm themselves in solemn silence.

Finally, Takeshi breaks the hug off. "Now, I'm gonna go talk to Ojima for a bit. Then, I want to meet you in the library."

"How come?" Chiba asks.

"I want to show you your story." Ojima smiles.

"You finished?!" Chiba says, her mood perking up as she smiles at Ojima.

"Yup! Though, if you want, we could try adding even more to the story, or even start a new one!"

"Yes, yes! Another story!" Chiba smiles.

"Right! Well, I'll be waiting for you there!"

"Yeah! I got so many ideas! I can't wait to share them with you!"

"I look forward to it!" Ojima gives Chiba a final wave as he exits the room, presumably to calm Hiroaki down.

As Chiba is left in the dark office once again, she turns back to the funeral set up for Sasaki... She quietly blows out the candles and gently sets the candles on the desk, making sure each flame is extinguished. Then, she grabs the Notebook and gently closes it, before setting it next to the candles. She writes a small note, asking whoever finds it to return the notebook and other items to Sasaki's room.

Finally, Chiba approaches the door, and turns around, looking at the empty hall.... She gives a small wave to the room, before closing the door behind her, allowing her to, if only temporarily, give closure to this chapter of her life...

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[chemicalarospec]

hold up guys I am being plagued with visions of Magical Girl L

okay so everyone's heard of talking cat Ryuk, but now get ready for: talking cat Watari

he's actually a wizard who's been trapped in this form and there's a whole arc about breaking that spell

but at the end he decides he likes being a cat better (to the great exasperation of L) so he only turns back into an old man when L needs him to

he's got his Wizard Realm Tower (of books and knowledge)

yeah Prince of Darkness Light Yagami is cool and all but personally I feel like high-concept AUs that cast Light as an Open Villain miss the whole point of him being a liar in plain sight

so you know have most Magical Girls have a team of friends? L has NO FRIENDS

also idk what like his powers are. Magical Girl is just a category of its own, right? I'm between a girl outfit and a prince outfit (like one in a fic I read) tho.

well, he has no friends... until he meets Light!

and they start vanquishing The Forces of Evil or whatever it is Magical Girls do together

until Light gains a black Book of Forbidden Knowledge

yes that's right I'm creating a new plot of Magical Girl (I think) and there's gonna be BETRAYAL.

Ryuk is NOT a cat btw. I think it's really funny if the scary shinigami are just there in this magical girl aesthetic. they're probably the Evil being fought

it's not the Death Note btw it like teaches him Black Magic and Ryuk tries to convince him to come over to the Dark Side and stuff

oh maybe Misa and Matsuda can also be Magical Girls. I haven't really thought about the other characters.

anyways from here we have two choices: he's just evil and they fight and stuff or

Light CORRUPTION ARC and we return to a more typical Magical Girl plot by having L save him from the corruption of the Evil Black Magic and stuff.

Light gets an evil throne in the anime checkboard dimension

also I think Light's Magical Girl costume should become increasingly black during this arc and when L asks why he's like. "I spilled a pen on it."

it's important to note that in Show Form we see Light's POV as this happens but if I were to write a fic (which. so sad! I don't think I'll be able to) it would only follow L's POV -- one would only have hints of what was going on with Light up until the Big Reveal

maybe a flashback then? I like a big villain monologue though while L sits there thinking "damn! my one friend!"

but yeah speaking of turning this to prose... still working on my last big fic project, so not gonna happen on my own. It'd be cool to work together with someone on it but if you want to do something with this idea just make sure to send it to/tag me! (& credit, but only as much as I have here that's original -- I'm kinda hoping if I search there's already a fic of Magical Girl L because it seems like an easy idea to have lol)

oh update-edit: had the wild messed-up idea that after Light turns to the Dark Side once, L and the gang pull the most effed up move that would never be in a Magical Girl show, and erase his memory.

[captainhysunstuff]

This post is an indirect but direct acknowledgment of a message that I wasn’t comfortable answering in the Tumblr answer format where it shows the “question.” The main reason I still wanted to address it is because the anonymous sender described me as one of the “fluffy as cotton” members of the Death Note fandom, and I thought that was super cute and flattering as heck~. I absolutely couldn’t ignore that~. Thank you so much, Anonymous! Even if it wasn’t a compliment, reading it and realizing that it’s kind of true still made me giggle~. ❤️

On a heavier note, beneath the “Read More,” I’ll address the darker content of the message, and explain why I’m not comfortable directly answering it in the standard way.

CONTENT WARNING: actually problematic shipping and hints towards explicit/disturbing subjects. I don’t go into detail.

So, I received an anonymous ask/message the other day basically warning me away from a user who apparently specializes in a particular pairing (L x Watari) and writes explicitly disturbing stuff regarding it and other subjects. However, I’m not 100% comfortable directly answering it since the username was listed. I don’t condone online harassment at all. I don’t even want to accidentally encourage it.

That said, it’s certainly not a pairing I go out of my way to find, but being in the Death Note fandom for as long as I have, I’ve certainly unintentionally encountered it. I’m glad that I’ve personally never seen it portrayed as positive or desirable at the very least, but my age and experience with the Internet has lead me to expect anything. I haven’t seen everything, but not much surprises me in regards to shipping and fanfiction. It’s no secret that I’m pretty open minded shipping-wise, and I know that people are gonna ship and write whatever they want no matter what anyone does. But I’m also pretty good at avoiding stuff that doesn’t sit well with me, and what you’ve described (not just the pairing) definitely doesn’t sit well with me. So, I appreciate your concern, but don’t worry about me~.

It did sound like you needed to vent about whatever you read, so hopefully that helped you move past the experience. I can relate to encountering something online that I just was not ready for or really disturbed me. Really gotta mind those content tags, yo. Don’t skim them. They’re there for a reason. Though it’s absolutely on the writer or artist if they don’t tag well enough or give enough of a warning of what’s in their work. Tags and warnings are basic common courtesies nowadays. Nobody likes nasty surprises.

[notsuchasecret]

Trick or treat for Watari/Yachi

Come trick or treating in my inbox! Leave a “Trick or Treat” and a character or ship in an ask, and I’ll treat you to some autumn-themed fluff or trick you with some twisted spooky aus!

Treat

Hitoka was doing pretty well, in recent years, at the whole ‘getting out of her shell’ thing. When Yahaba and Terushima had mentioned a group costume with quick reassurances that she didn’t have to, that no one would think she was weird if she didn’t, that it was okay, she just smiled and asked when the costume party was.

‘Sexy cowboy’ was not a difficult costume to find. ‘Sexy cowgirl’ was even easier. Hitoka was rather proud of herself for the end result, a petticoat and hat and just enough plaid to be cute and fun with just a light tinge of slutty. The perfect balance for a fun night out with her friends.

When Kyoutani’s van pulled up in front of Hitoka’s dorm, she was not surprised at the spectrum of costumes inside. She laughed at their wolf whistles and chided Futakuchi’s inflatable bull and whatever that mess of shiny red vinyl Terushima was wearing was. Yahaba came close to the spirit of the costume, and she didn’t even want to ask what Kyoutani’s motivation was— she could admit he looked pretty good in it, and that duster looked authentic to say the least.

But to say she was a little disappointed wouldn’t be much of a stretch. That is, until they pulled up to the curb in front of Watari’s apartment building.

“Where the fuck is he?” growled Yahaba, already holding his phone to his ear. “Shinji! Get your ass down here now! We have bars to crawl and if I don’t get alcohol and a stanger’s tongue in my mouth in the next five mi— He hung up on me!” Yahaba turned to look for pity from any of the rest of them, but no one offered him any.

“He said he’s just fixing the lacing, he’ll be down in like two seconds,” Shirabu said, then put his phone away. “Your thottery can wait another minute, Yahaba, fucking relax.”

Yahaba muttered something under his breath, sounding suspiciously like ‘this had better be worth it,’ but Hitoka couldn’t ask what he meant. Because the door to Watari’s apartment building was opening and Watari was strutting out with a grin and a swing to his step and Hitoka’s whole world was crashing to a halt.

There was so much skin on display. Watari’s entire chest was bared, along with his lower abdomen and the entirety of his arms and his well-muscled legs. There was, indeed, fringe hanging from the legs of the shorts - denim so short and so tight that it didn’t really classify as shorts, more along the lines of briefs—

Hitoka snapped her eyes back up, not allowing them to stutter across the cinch at his waist and the way it pulled tight, nor at the breadth of his shoulders only emphasized by the skimpy vest-style straps, nor the width of his neck as she met his eyes at last. But they weren’t looking at her. He was grinning at Yahaba who was hollering in the passenger seat, something about Watari stealing his thunder and how dare he be more slutty than Yahaba—

“Shigeru, shut up,” Watari laughed. He climbed into the van, stopping short when he nearly ran into Hitoka. She told herself firmly that she was imagining the faint blush on his cheeks as he settled in to the seat beside her and buckled in. “Hey,” he said. “You look good.”

“You look…” Hitoka worked up a smile. “It’s nice to see someone took the prompt seriously,” she managed.

“Well. Any chance to one-up Shigeru.” Watari’s voice was strange, like it was difficult for him to speak. Hitoka felt like she knew the feeling a little too well.

“All right, bis, guys, and sundry assembled others,” Yahaba crowed. “Let’s get this shit going!”

Kyoutani growled at Yahaba to put his seatbelt back on, and, with just a little more bickering, the night rolled onward. As Kyoutani drove them to the first club of the night, Hitoka hazarded a glace at Watari, only to catch him flushing and trying not to look at her. She chewed at the inside of her cheek, and made a decision.

Two drinks. Two drinks ordered by a sensible person, and not Shirabu. And then she would have just enough liquid courage to find out what that outfit looked like on her bedroom floor.

She nodded to herself, and smiled. The night was just beginning.

[mapsareforbraindeads]

@unofficial-deathnotetober day 31: halloween

(unofficial) DEATHNOTETOBER IS OVER! i had so much fun writing all of these one shots this year! let's hope next year is even better!

sidenote: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, L! i needed to write a little birthday fic for him <3

(also i'm really sorry for clogging up the death note tag all month).

“I… fell asleep?”

L sat up in his and Light’s shared bed. They had captured Higuchi a couple days ago, and the Task Force seemed to be much more relaxed than usual because of Kira “being gone”. L was skeptical.

Over the last month, L had overlooked the tiny detail of Light being 98% Kira, and fallen for him. Hard.

Now, that was beginning to bite him in the arse.

The door creaked open, revealing his partner.

“Happy birthday, L,” Light quickly pecked him on the cheek.

L blinked away the grogginess, looking Light up and down.

Light wore a deep red suit jacket and pants with a black dress shirt underneath and tucked in, the top button undone. On his head were a pair of devil horns, and he wore a belt to allude to a tail. They were both free from their handcuffs.

Light blushed, “It’s Halloween, so there’s a party happening with the Task Force. I didn’t want to be the only one not in costume.”

L got up out of bed, “I haven’t slept that peacefully in years, you didn’t add anything to that tea you gave me last night, did you? Also, how did you obtain the key for the handcuffs?”

Light crossed his arms, “It wasn’t just me. Watari helped a little. You deserve to feel well-rested today. Also, I had Watari unlock the handcuffs so we wouldn’t wake you up.”

If it was anyone else, L would be pissed. But this was his partner, and he simply smiled at his gesture. Sure, he was Kira. But he could enjoy one day without the killer ruining everything, right?

“Thank you, Light.”

Light walked over to L, adjusting his costume, “Are you going to be dressing up as anything today?”

L hummed, “Maybe Sherlock Holmes, as basic as it may be,” he smiled, “Or I could be the angel to your devil?”

Light uncharacteristically snorted, “You’re far from an angel.”

“And you’re the epitome of the devil?” L smirked.

Light rolled his eyes, “We’ll get you whatever you need for your Sherlock costume.”

He began to lead L outside, but the latter planted his feet into the ground.

“Can we stay in here for a little while longer?”

Light moved back inside their room, “Of course. I’ll ask Watari to bring up your cake.”

L’s eyes lit up, “Cake?”

Light nodded as he messaged Watari, “Yeah, of course. It’s your birthday, after all.”

Barely three minutes later, Watari arrived with the cake on a large plate. It had about five layers, with strawberries lining each one.

“Thank you, Watari.”

L looked up at the ginormous cake in pure delight, to which Light could barely stifle a laugh.

“How are you going to eat all of that?” Light asked while Watari left the room.

“Pure determination.”

L quickly began to grab a slice of the cake, handing some to Light, who shook his head, and L took the piece for himself.

L savored the taste of the birthday cake.

Hm, this had to be one of Watari’s best.

He turned to Light, only to see him spacing out.

L tugged on the chain to no avail. Light wouldn’t budge.

Sensing no other option, L grabbed a forkful of the fluffy cake and shoved it into his partner’s mouth.

Light’s eyes widened as he gulped down the dessert, “What the hell?”

“You were zoning out again.”

Light sighed, “Sorry,” he licked his lips, getting some of the frosting off, “Hm, it’s actually really good.”

L smirked at his little victory, watching Light grab a slice of his own.

“Here, I’ll help you eat this layer, we can save the rest.”

“What happened to my diet being horribly unhealthy?”

Light smiled, “It’s your birthday, you have every excuse.”

And he gave him a small kiss on the forehead.

L would never admit that his Kira percentage went down by 4%.

[sunfish-studies]

Period Lecture

✄・・・ Crisp Leaves [Aoba Johsai Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: period, mentions of bleeding, mentions of cramps

➜ Notes: Manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm.

↷ SUMMARY ↶

You’re kind of grateful and proud all of them for taking this… rather seriously?

As a manager, re-stocking the team’s needs is one of your duties–which means, when the school’s monthly allowance come it’s time for you to go on a short trip to the supermarket and sport’s supplies shop while bringing a grocery list.

This is also a way to unwind from the suffocating gym–slightly refreshing relief rather than just being cooped up in one place. Usually, there were you and another member tag along in case the groceries piled up and it was impossible being carried alone. Sometimes, Coach Irihata let the whole team tag along just so they didn’t get too bored.

Shopping trips were also a great moment for you to buy anything you need with your own allowance, of course. It’s like killing two birds with one stone.

“This is kind of the place men usually avoid as much as possible,” you commented, before snorting in amusement. “I’m surprised you tailed me here without hesitation.

All you said was true–your boys did follow you even until you stood in front of a high shelve filled with womanly needs. Yes, you’re talking about sanitary pads for monthly period routine.

“We kind of want to know somethings,” Matsukawa didn’t even pull out his punches. “And if we know maybe we can help you in some way.”

“True, true!” Oikawa agreed, pulling out a sanitary package of 12–eyeing it nervously. “Still, I didn’t know the brands are this many…”

“I thought you’re used to this from your previous girlfriends,” Iwaizumi deadpanned.

“Well, I’ll try to explain as easy as possible, so ask away,” you remarked, reaching out for your usual brand and dumping it into the grocery cart. Since the stock at home was already diminishing, you need to piled it up again, so you bought quite a many.

“Uhm, why are there wings and non-wings…?” Hanamaki frowned, staring at the packaging with bold letters ‘with wings’ on it. “What’s the difference?”

“The ‘wings’ means extra material right here,” you answered, pointing out to the sheets on the sides of the pad. “It will fold over the edges so the pad will stay securely in place. Extra prevention for possible leaks.”

“And the s-size are so many…” Kindaichi stuttered. It was true, though. A few packages were in 29 cm, and gradually the size increased from 35 cm even to 42 cm.

“We have heavy duty days,” you explained. “So, instead of wearing the short-regular ones, we opted for the long ones so we don’t to worry too much about leaking. Usually, the ones that extremely long are the night-pads.”

And there went you explaining many things to them in the end–about it would be better to wear pads which has no scent as precautions to allergies, about the ‘day’ and ‘night’ types, and possibly anything they had their curiosity on.

It’s kind of endearing on how they were eager to learn, good for their future significant other–they care enough to prepare for the future and not embarrassed themselves in some way from the lack of knowledge.

There were even girls and older women whispering about how precious your boys are for wanting to know. It made you proud in having such responsible people around.

“Do you have cramps at around the time of the month, senpai?” Kunimi questioned–once you got everything you need, he volunteered to help you in carrying the heavy plastic bags. Now, all of you were on your way back to school.

“I do,” you answered, sighing when you remembered the natural pain that always accompanying your period. “Remember when I don’t show up for at least a day or two every month? It’s because of cramps. It’s torturing, you literally had your insides being smushed together.”

Yahaba went pale in just a matter of seconds. “Just thinking about it already makes my stomach hurts…”

“How do you handle it, senpai?” Watari asked, which made you hummed in wonder.

“Most important will be having a nice hot compress.” You remarked. “It can either be anything as long as it’s warm. It lessened the pain, and if you couldn’t handle the pain even with hot compress you can drink pain relief medicine.”

“Tylenol, Paracetamol, Mefinal,” to your surprise, Kyotani was the one listing the pain relief medicine.

“You know a lot, Kyotani-kun!” you praised the blonde-haired boy. “I’m impressed!”

“My sister always kicked me out to buy one of those.” He replied gruffly.

“Does food really help?” Oikawa piped up. “My previous girlfriends always asked for snacks or drinks.”

“Sometimes, depending on the person,” you said, laughing nervously. “I’m not too eager to eat especially when I have cramps, but sometimes I craved chocolates, sweets, or even savory things just to indulge my hormone fluctuations.”

And that’s how your lecture went, and what surprised you the most was how it definitely being branded onto their mind. 

Amazingly, Iwaizumi had the period tracker app in his phone and even asked the date so he could prepare (this man is just truly impressive-). 

Oikawa would stop by in your class to drop small chocolate snacks or sweets just for you during your week of bleeding–wanting you to be comfortable as possible.

Your friend from another class almost went head over heels for Matsukawa because he had pads in his school bag when she’s desperately searching for one. Matsukawa mentioned that he wanted to be prepared because of their manager. 

Hanamaki didn’t even hesitate to do errands for you if you asked him–he’s just a call away he said, and wouldn’t shy away if you nervously asked if he could buy you your brand of pads in the supermarket.

Kyotani had his medicine ready anytime, if your cramps acted up he immediately shoved them to your hand along with warm lemon tea he fetched from the vending machine. 

Kindaichi and Kunimi constantly checked if you’re feeling well or not during practice, urging you to drink often and even pushing some sweets so you wouldn’t be too sluggish. 

Yahaba offered to bring you your bag or even taking over the duty of filling water bottles just so you could sit down and not moving too much. 

Meanwhile, Watari made sure to had at least one hot pack in his bag–if he noticed you wincing from pain, he instantly went to your side and gave you the hot pack to relief the pain.

When you’re out of duty because of intense cramps, the team stopped by at your house after practice–bringing along all of your favorite food, scented candles, or even anything that could lift your mood up.

Oh, you truly love your boys down to the very core.

[im-a-simp-for-kuroo]

Enemies to Lovers Scenarios as Haikyuu Boys

pairing: various x gn!reader

tags: angst + some suggestive stuff

authors note: oh gawd this is so baddd-

wc: 1.6k

His eyes are cold as he opens the door, his shirtless figure standing in the darkness. He steps aside, his eyes tracking you. A groan escapes your mouth as you stumble in, your feet tripping over each other, one hand on your torso.

The moment he sees the blood, his annoyed facade crumbles, his eyes turning dark. "Who?" he growls, hands shooting out to steady you. You slide down the wall, your hands trembling as you see the blood coating them. He's next to you in an instant, his breathing hard and labored. You can feel his breath on your face as he repeats himself, "Who did this Y/N, WHO?"

When you flinch, he recoils, hurt seeping through to his features. "Sorry," he mutters, teeth gritted. His hands travel over your body before you realize he's checking you for more injuries.

His dark hair falls in front of his face and for a fleeting moment an urge to brush them away overcomes you.

But you don't.

Because you can't.

When you let out a raspy laugh he looks up, concern etched on his face, "So you're only nice to me when I'm bleeding out? Great to know." Although there's a small smile on your face, there's a pang of bitterness beneath your words.

His face softens only for a moment, before hardening, "I'll find whoever did this, and I'll kill them. No one touches you and lives to see dawn. No one."

Your breath hitches, only for a moment, but he catches it, looking away. "Why?" Your fingertips graze his cheeks, but he grabs your hand in his, pulling it down. "Don't," his voice is barely a whisper but you can hear the pain beneath it, "Don't do this."

"What?" You ask, your voice almost pleading, "Do wha-"

"Don't make me fall for you anymore when I know I can't have you."

You're momentarily silent, his words tumbling around in your head like waves of the ocean.

His eyes can't bear to meet yours, too angry and dark.

Before you can speak, he harshly gets up, "Wait, please don't go!"

He stops in his tracks, his back turned to you, "I need to find him, the man who did this." He angrily walks to the door yanking it open-

"I-I'm in love with you too!"

But by then he's already shut the door, leaving you alone with the tears streaming down your face.

DAICHI, aran, kai, asahi, watari, SUNA, lev, ushijima, iwaizumi, TANAKA, yamaguchi, yaku, kunimi, AONE, goshiki, kita

There's a pathetic creak as you open the old door. The small room reveals one bed, a desk and an even smaller bathroom. You let out a wrangled groan before throwing your things on the bed, "Only one fucking bed."

You can hear him let out a small laugh behind you, but to you it sounds more like a snicker. "Guess we'll have to share."

You whip around, a glare on your face, "I will not share a bed with some pathetic, arrogant, self-centered jerk." You bared your teeth, anger coating your words like a poison. Instead of retorting, he only smiled, finding your act amusing.

"Its beautiful, really, hearing you confess your love for me. It's simply music to my ears." You almost let out a growl, barely holding yourself back. Locking eyes with you, his grin grows as he slowly takes off his shirt. You watch the way his muscles flex when his arms are raised and the way his biceps tighten at every move. It's a beautiful sight. He lowers himself onto the bed, lying down in only his boxers. "Join me," he pats the spot next to him, his eyes glinting with a look you can't place. Slowly, you place yourself next to him, carefully maneuvering yourself so that you aren't pressed against him. Your efforts, however, were thwarted as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer.

"I like it when you're against me like this." You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, the teasing edge, but the red blush on your face would beg to differ.

He doesn't actually like being close to you, he's just saying that to annoy you.

For a fleeting moment, you let yourself imagine what it would be like to relax in his arms, to let yourself be held by him. His bare chest pushed against your back, his hair smelling like pinecones and damp trees. What would it feel like to hear his chest rumble as he spoke? To feel his muscles flex as he laughed? It was comforting, to feel his chest rise and fall with every breath. It reminded you that he was still here, alive and breathing - with you.

Mustering every ounce of courage you could, you brought the words to your lips, ready to speak them, "I like it like this. Being here with you. I-I like it-you." You held your breath waiting for a response that never came. Silence hung over you like a cloud of rain. It felt like an eternity passed in those few seconds.

He's asleep, you realized with a small pang of hurt. Gently, you slipped out of his arms, too hurt to stay in his embrace any longer. It scared you, how it felt in his arms. It felt fragile, like you were about to shatter into a million pieces. Perhaps some aspect of you scared him too.

It was a dangerous thing to love. It tied people together and then ripped them apart ruthlessly until they could be no more than strangers to one another.

KUROO, nishinoya, koganegawa, OIKAWA, matsukawa, TENDOU, bokuto, terushima, MIYA ATSUMU

Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink.

I hate him.

Drink, drink, drink.

He's so beautiful.

Drink, Drink, drink.

He's a bastard.

Drink, drink, drink.

I love him.

The bar chanted the words louder than a police siren ever could. They cheered you on as you raised the glass to your lips, chugging the alcohol down. You relished the burn in your throat. It was a sweet distraction from him.

Three, two, one, done!

The crowd erupted into cheers as you caught the last drop of the drink, slamming the glass back on the table. You beamed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. That's when you caught his eye. He was standing in the corner, hidden in the shadows, an unreadable expression on his face. For a moment, you could see anger flash through his eyes, but the emotion was gone as quick as it came.

Jerk, you muttered to yourself, too drunk to care that he was here. Stumbling all over the place, you gathered your belongings ready to head out, but before you could, a hand grabbed your shoulder.

"Hey beautiful," the voice drawled, "Can I buy you a drink?" You stopped in your tracks, turning around in an exaggerated twirl, "Of course," you gushed, "But only if I get to sit on your lap." If he was here, you were going to give him a show. You caught the look of surprise on the man's face, but ignored it, instead opting to smile even wider.

"My pleasure." He beckoned the bartender with his finger, ordering two glasses of tequila. Cautiously, you sat on the man's lap, throwing wayward glances to the man hidden in the shadows.

As the night grows longer, you can't help but enjoy the company of you current fling, the man who offered to buy you a drink, Tom.

He whispers something in your ear which makes you laugh, a loud boisterous laugh. You smile at him, a genuine, shining, grin when you feel a pair of eyes drill holes in the back of your head. You can almost feel the temperature in the room drop by a few degrees.

A voice that sounds too close for comfort breaks the silence, its tone threatening, "I suggest you leave, Thomas, the bar will be closing soon." Too drunk to care, you turn around, an angry expression on your face, "And who do you think you are, telling my man to-" You cut yourself off when you realize who it is.

He looks so handsome.

Annoyance fills your features as you turn back to Tom, "Ignore that asshole, Tommy, he's an arrogant jerk anyway."

God, I hate him so much.

Glancing at the man behind you, Tom's eyes widen for a spilt second before he abruptly stands up, a scared look haunting his face, "I-I better go." He stutters, quickly grabbing his things and leaving.

Surprised, you whip around to face him, fury filling your eyes, "How DARE you ruin everything in my life? I'm sick of you and your pathetic-"

He cuts you off as he grabs your chin, his hands soft yet rough at the same time, "Do you think just anyone can touch what's mine?" His voice is low and even despite the fact that you're drunk off your feet, you can hear the threat hidden in his words. You stumble for words but the grip on your chin only tightens, "You're mine. Understand? Mine." He lets go of your chin, his eyes swirling with something dark.

"I was enjoying myself! What kind of sick bastard takes that away from someone just to fill their insecurity?" Your words are fuming, the anger in them too evident to hid.

When he speaks again, you're shocked to hear a strain in his voice, a new kind of roughness, "Were you happy with him?"

It breaks him, it truly does, to see you laughing and smiling with someone else. Everyone had left him for someone else, he never thought you'd be everyone.

You open your mouth to say something but close it. At your lack of response, a pained expression flickers across his face, too many emotions swirled together. He begins to speak, an unnatural gentleness in his tone. "I'm sorr-"

"No," you breathe softly, "He was just a fling."

His eyes dart back to you, but his time they're clear. There’s a question in his eyes but you ignore it, your heart thumping too loudly for you to think straight. "Don't ever do that again." His voice is cold again, that familiar ice seeping in through his words. And just like that, he's gone as if he was never there, a whisper that you never quite hear.

KYOTANI, ennoshita, hanamaki, miya osumu, KENMA, kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, ukai, yamamoto, yahaba, SUGA, kindaichi, AKAASHI, semi

oh my god, this isn't proofread pls pls pls lemme know if they're any grammar mistakes

[kiranatrix]

What Comes Out in the Wash

Day 1: Hair @deathnotetober

Characters: Light, L, Watari, & mentions of Sayu // Rating: Gen; platonic (or Lawlight if you squint) // Summary: L wakes up with a huge rat’s nest in his hair and Watari says ‘handle it yourself,’ so Light has to help.

Co-written with @resilicns

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Sleep was something that was becoming increasingly rare for L to achieve these days, and when he did, it could hardly be called restful. He’d spend those few measly hours tossing, turning, kicking, and just squirming in general. When he slept on his own, this was hardly an issue, but now that he was sharing a bed with Light, things were getting a bit complicated.

L grunted quietly, pushing his elbow and forearm down into the bed as he lifted his head up off of the pillow, resting on his side. Blinking sleep from his eyes, he gazed around the room drowsily, trying to desperately grasp for awareness, until his gaze landed on a mirror. He lifted his other hand to feel his hair, touching the knotted mess he had noticed in his reflection. His hair was almost comparable to a bird’s nest at this point. Grimacing, he lifted the receiver off of the phone on the end table, pressing the button mapped to dial Watari’s phone in his office. He held it up to his ear and sighed quietly.

“Watari? I need you to come to my room. My hair is in need of brushing this morning,” L muttered, wincing as one of his fingers caught on a tangle and yanked the strand in that brief instant.

“Apolog--” Quillsh had covered the receiver to try and mask his hacking cough but it still came through the line. “Apologies, sir. It seems I’m unwell. I wouldn’t want to infect you with whatever I have. It’s quite dismal.” He held the phone away to sneeze several times into a monogrammed handkerchief. “You’ll have to make do on your own today.”

L paled slightly, holding the receiver away from his face for a second to stare at it as if it had personally offended him. When he held it back up to his ear, he sighed quite loudly. “I suppose we’ll have to inform the task force that they have the day off, today. However,” he frowned, pushing himself up into a sitting position as he clutched the phone. “Who will brush my hair? Who will prepare my meals? Who will select my clothing?” While he knew the latter was not necessary, the panic in his voice made it obvious he wasn’t thinking clearly.

Light opened one eye to see what all the fuss was about, frowning as he glared up at L. He hadn’t even gotten to sleep until after 3 am because L insisted on bringing his laptop to bed, loudly clacking on the keyboard and munching on panda cookies. The clock on the nightstand said it was just 6:30 am. I’m expected to work on a measly 3 hours sleep?!

���Can you keep your voice down, Ryuzaki?,” he huffed while turning over. “I’m not getting up until 7 and that’s that.”

Quillsh replied to L, “Everything will be fine. You know as well as I do that all your clothes are the same, no selection required. There are cakes and fruit in the refrigerator, and instant coffee if you can’t bother with the coffeemaker.”

He sighed tiredly, barely able to muster the energy needed to argue with L. “As for your hair...no time like the present to pick up a brush and try it yourself.” It was really past time for L to do that anyway but it meant time not focused on work, and was thus always deprioritized.

L gritted his teeth, gripping his own hair in his hand as his anxiety spiked just from the thought of trying to brush it himself. “But-..!” He stopped himself, squirming and making the bed bounce slightly. He completely ignored Light, his attention entirely focused on the call. “…alright. My apologies for disturbing you. Please get some rest and take care of yourself,” he murmured, quietly saying his polite goodbyes before hanging up the phone.

He turned to face forward, glancing at Light out of the corner of his eyes. He stared at the younger man for only a few seconds, moving to the end table and pulling out one of his hair brushes. He took a deep, loud breath to try and settle himself in preparation. However, no amount of preparation could prepare him for the instant pain that followed one frantic and barely-effective brush through his hair. He immediately chucked the item away from himself, hugging his knees to his chest in defeat.

Light snickered into his pillow and looked over his shoulder. “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to try?” He turned over to face L, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Don’t tell me that the World’s Greatest Detective has been defeated by an eeeevil tangle,” he teased. He couldn’t help but rub it in a little after all the grief L had put him through lately.

L shot Light a bitter glare, his eyes slightly moist from the shock of pain. “It is painful, and I am choosing to avoid engaging in painful activities. I will just wait until Watari is well enough to brush my hair,” he huffed, averting his gaze. In truth, he knew his hair would only be even more impossibly tangled- potentially unsalvageable by the time the man was no longer ill.

“That is…” Light sat up and leveled L with an unimpressed stare. “...the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. It’s just going to get worse if you put it off, and who even knows if he’ll be better tomorrow.” He leaned closer to examine L’s bedhead and let out a low whistle. Somehow, in the span of just 3 hours of sleep, the back of L’s head had gone from normal looking (for him) to a mess of matted, knotted hair. “Ok, I’ll admit that is pretty bad. I think even your tangles have tangles.”

He looked from the chaotic labyrinth of hair to the discarded brush thrown in the corner. L’s going to be a miserable grouch all day if this doesn’t get fixed. That made even the prospect of having the day off seem unappealing given who he was chained to. Plus, every moment they weren’t working, he was denied the chance to clear his name.

“Let me take a crack at it.” He glanced at L, giving him a little shrug like ‘why not?’ “It’s not like I can make it any worse.”

“You could still hurt me,” L muttered, glowering at Light. His expression was similar to a pout at this point, as if he was on the verge of crossing his arms and huffing.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Light sighed, still half-asleep. “I used to brush Sayu’s hair all the time when she was little.” Under his breath he murmured, “Anyway, you’d just tag on an assault charge onto my long list of ‘crimes’.’”

L hesitated for a moment before climbing off of the bed and retrieving the brush. Thankfully it wasn’t too far that the chain would cause any issues. He set the brush down in front of Light and sat down with his back towards the man. This is a terrible idea. However, if he goes out of his way to harm me, I can hold that against him.

Light picked up the brush tentatively, making a face at how overloaded with wiry black hair it was. “Hold on…it’s not going to do any good like this.” He pulled off the hair and dropped it from pinched fingers in the trash can beside the bed. “Ok, now we’re ready. Just...” He trailed off as he blinked at the back of L’s head-- specifically, the tumor-like protrusion of hair sticking out from the back. How could it have possibly gotten this bad?! Maybe I’m out of my depth here. “Um. Do you brush your hair every day, Ryuzaki?”

“Watari brushes it in the morning when it needs it,” L murmured, shrugging his shoulders indifferently. “He brushes it less now that I’m older.” Or now that he’s older.

Light fingered a few tangled tufts but didn’t pull, just surveying the damage to undo. “Have you...thought of using conditioner?”

L had to fight the urge to tilt his head, instead making a soft humming sound as he considered it. “No, I believe using soap for all of my washing is still the most efficient option. I see no reason that liquid soap is not enough to wash both my hair and my body.”

Light made a noise between a choke and a gasp, finally forcing out, “No...no, it’s...no, not at…” He sighed in exasperation, suddenly understanding why they were here. Closing his eyes, he said calmly, “After I untangle this, I’m washing your hair with shampoo and proper conditioner, got it?” He counted to ten and opened his eyes. Well, nothing to do but get started.

Carefully, he focused first on brushing the parts that weren’t tangled (or not as badly) to get a sense for the thickness of L’s hair and how tender-headed he was. Light knew that probably even a normal tug or the slightest discomfort might end this endeavor; he had to tread carefully. “This would be easier if you sat still and stopped fidgeting.” He placed a hand on L’s shoulder to try and keep him in one place, but quickly pulled back in case he’d overstepped.

L stiffened up slightly, biting his lower lip. However, instead of pulling away, he mumbled a quiet apology and did his best to keep his body still. He continued to fidget with his hands, rapping his fingers on his knees as he sat there, flinching occasionally when Light pulled too hard for his comfort. In truth, none of it was comfortable, but the man’s touch was surprisingly bearable. He wasn’t nearly as harsh as he had expected he would be, and it seemed as if he was adjusting to L’s reactions. “If you insist,” he mumbled, huffing quietly.

As Light got closer to the epicenter of the tangle, he started to sweat a little. Wait, is that--? Finally he had spotted the catalyst for the rat’s nest. A half-eaten lollipop was embedded and wrapped up in L’s hair, with the stick poking out at a jaunty and infuriating angle. “Ryuzaki…” He touched the stick, wiggling it slightly. “Did you happen to be eating lollipops in bed last night?”

A deep shade of red bloomed in L’s cheeks, travelling far enough to peek around his neck. “...no,” he mumbled, his tone incredibly sheepish as he blatantly lied. He couldn’t stop himself from squirming now, staring down at his hands as he shifted on the bed. He knew Light would be able to tell, but some small part of him felt embarrassed enough to try and hide it.

Light leaned to whisper in L’s ear, “Liar.” He gave the stick a little tweak. “The evidence speaks for itself, detective.” He laughed and shifted on the bed, reaching for a bottle of lotion in the nightstand. “This calls for desperate measures. That brush isn’t going to help at all,” he said, tossing it aside. “Not until I get that lollipop out.” With Sayu, he’d once used peanut butter to get some chewing gum out of her hair but really anything oily would do. He settled behind L again and squirted the lotion on his fingers, working it into the knots. “This might hurt a little but you don’t want to walk around with candy in your head do you?”

“It certainly sounds like a convenient carrying solution, freeing both of my hands to do work,” L muttered, his lips twitching faintly in amusement at his own joke. His breath hitched and he hissed quietly in pain as he felt his hair being tugged. “Ow...” He whined, his hand twitching briefly with the urge to reach back and swat at Light’s hand. “Be more gentle..!”

“Sorry,” Light mumbled. “Got a little too focused.” He slowed down his pace and methodically peeled away the hair from the sticky candy, nose wrinkling at the unappetizing gloops of lotion and red sugar coating his fingers. But, it was working! Bit by bit, knot by knot, the lollipop finally came free.

“Got it!,” he said triumphantly, holding up the mangled sucker. It was odd how satisfied he felt. Maybe it was because L only complained half a dozen instead of three dozen times, but he was all smiles as he showed it to L. “The accused stands before you. How do you judge?” He giggled and held it over the trash.

L was shaken and tense by the time Light was finally finished. It wasn’t that the man had hurt him- no, the process was quite painless after the first few tugs. However, he kept expecting pain, anticipating it, even though it never came. Once the man was done, he relaxed, staring at the candy. For once, he didn’t have the urge to shove the sweet into his mouth (although that may have been because of the hairs protruding from it).

“…guilty,” he mumbled, plucking it from Light’s fingers and dropping it into the trash can. He reached back to touch his hair, immediately grimacing at the unpleasant texture of melted candy and lotion mixed with hair. “…I suppose I’ll be needing my hair washed after all,” he muttered.

Light frowned a little that his joke had flopped, but what did he expect? “You’re welcome,” he grumbled as he got up off the bed to the length of the chain. “Come in the bathroom then and I’ll wash it in the sink. Need to wash my hands, too.” You don’t deserve my nice hair products but that’s all we’ve got. He’d be damned if he’d use liquid soap like L usually did. Just the thought made him shudder, rattling the handcuff chain between them.

L followed Light into the bathroom, shedding his shirt in the process to avoid it getting wet. He unclipped his end of the chain to remove the shirt completely, immediately latching the chain back on after. “How should I stand?” He stared at the sink in mild confusion, unsure of how to wash his hair in a non-shower setting.

“Over there,” Light gestured with his chin, “until I clean myself up.” He maneuvered around L and turned the water on with his elbow, scrubbing furiously until all the melted lollipop and lotion swirled down the drain. Why am I bothering to help him? I should have just left it there and taken the day off. I need one.

He dried his hands and grabbed his shampoo and conditioner that his mother had brought him from home, purchased from his favorite salon. The sleek bottles only reminded him of how much he needed a haircut, of how much he’d taken for granted all the little freedoms like that. The reflection looking back at him in the mirror-- bangs hanging in his eyes, wispy strands long enough to tuck behind his ears-- reinforced it. L may be a mess but so was he. The realization didn’t help his mood any.

He gave L a cold glance and pointed to the still-running warm water in the sink. “So...just stick your head under the faucet.”

L glanced back and forth from the sink to Light for a moment, as if unsure of what to do. He then moved closer to the sink, leaning down and hesitantly pushing his head under the water. He immediately jerked back when some ended up in his ear, an uncharacteristic squeak escaping his lips as his face scrunched up. He tilted his head, shaking it as if trying to get the water out. His hands rest on the sink, gripping it tightly to keep himself upright. Once he had calmed down, he took a deep breath and put his head under again, this time keeping it there as he closed his eyes.

Light crossed his arms and shifted his weight to one leg. If L couldn’t even stand the water, a molecule of soap in the man’s eyes would send him through the roof. “Hold on, I’ll get a chair and you can just lean back.” He went to do so but the chain tugged him back sharply. How many times will I forget? I’m anchored. “Um, can you release the chain for a moment? I’ll be right back.”

Much to his own surprise, L reached out without even hesitating, unclipping Light’s end of the chain. “Be quick. I think I can feel it hardening,” he murmured, grimacing as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He wanted to cooperate, he truly did, and he could only hope that was coming through in his actions and words.

Light blinked as the chain thunked to the bathroom floor. He did it? He stared at the coiled chain like it was a dead but still dangerous snake before snapping to attention and heading into the bedroom. It had been over a month since he’d felt 360 degrees of freedom but he couldn’t enjoy it, even though he wheeled L’s office chair into the bathroom slower than necessary. He felt a little shaken that his first instinct had been to run, but why? What did he have to run from? I’m innocent…

“Sit here and lean back so your head’s in the sink.” He rolled up a fluffy towel and placed it on the edge of the counter. “That should make it more comfortable.” He added drily, “Don’t worry, I didn’t stuff any razors inside.” Not that I’m allowed any. A few months ago he’d been the top student at To-Oh and now he was playing hairdresser with a man who wanted to execute him.

L didn’t bother grabbing the chain again, wanting to give Light more space as a gesture of appreciation for what he was doing, since he couldn’t really find the words to verbalize that feeling. He nodded and sat down in the chair, leaning back and resting his neck on the towel. His face scrunched up slightly in discomfort as he tilted his head back, suddenly made very aware of how stiff his neck was.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “I trust you.” Of course, that’s partly because it would be too big of a risk for him to try anything right now, but I also don’t think he’d want to…

Light arched a brow at that lie and squeezed shampoo into his hands. “Sure.” Trusts me when it’s convenient for him. He avoided looking at the chain, not wanting to remind L in case he forgot. I know he didn’t forget.

L’s face was as unreadable as ever so he just got on with it, lathering L’s hair into fragrant suds and taking care that no soap got into the man’s wide-open eyes. The smell of grapefruit and sandalwood in the bathroom started to make Light relax, the tenseness falling from his face. After a few minutes, he couldn’t feel any more sticky candy embedded in L’s hair and rinsed it clean. “Alright, sit still. Conditioner’s next.”

The feeling of Light’s fingers massaging his scalp was incredibly relaxing for L. He did his best to keep his face impassive, forcing himself to focus on the feeling of wetness on his forehead, but, eventually, even that wasn’t enough. By the time Light was rinsing his hair out, L’s eyelids were heavy and his expression incredibly relaxed. Most of the tension that was normally present in his body was gone. “This…feels nice,” he whispered, blinking slowly as he stayed still for the man.

Light couldn’t help but smile faintly at the praise. It was gratifying that he’d done well, even at this insignificant task, when it was for his harshest critic. His mood lifted considerably-- maybe this day wouldn’t be a wash after all. Wash, pft. He snickered to himself and turned the water off, then smoothed the conditioner in L’s hair to the ends.

Tilting his head, he said, “Your hair’s longer than I thought.” When wet and not fluffed up by frizz, it looked almost twice as long.

L’s body felt almost loose at this point, and part of him wondered if he would slide out of the chair. Even the feeling of Light barely pulling on his hair was soothing by now. A faint smile curved his lips as he closed his eyes. “That makes sense. It’s been a while since Watari last trimmed my hair. I’m not very fond of the sound of scissors so close to my head.”

“Now we wait. Five minutes and then rinse.” Light glanced down at his watch and leaned against the counter. This might be an awkward five minutes.

L shifted his legs, letting one stretch out and dangle off of the chair. “I didn’t expect that this would be so…pleasant. You’re very good at this, Light,” he mused, his relaxed state loosening his lips ever so slightly.

A little heat rose to Light’s cheeks. “Uh...thank you. I guess I have my sister to thank for that. I was her babysitter for years and her hair gets tangled easily, too.”

He smiled when a funny memory sprang to mind. “One time she managed to get a whole package of modeling clay stuck in her hair and I had to scrub for an hour to get it out before my parents got home from dinner. When my Mom noticed it was gone, Sayu told them she ate it.” He laughed to himself, remembering the horrified looks on his parents’ faces. “Of course, we fessed up before they called poison control.”

L’s lips twitched for a moment before he burst into laughter, holding his hand up in a failed attempt at covering his mouth. His laugh shook his entire body, a big grin forming on his face. When was the last time I laughed like this? Have I ever? I can’t recall feeling this good before now. “That- that’s quite impressive,” he managed to say after a few seconds, starting to calm back down and catch his breath. “What was she trying to do with the clay? Style her hair?” He chuckled, opening his eyes to look up at Light.

Seeing L smile was surprising but when the detective laughed, Light was shocked. But that laughter was infectious and only made Light giggle harder. “I think she was trying to make some kind of space helmet? Who knows, she was only five then,” he said between chuckles. I miss her. I wonder how she’s keeping up with her math homework. His laughter faded away.

He looked down at L, a thoughtful look on his face. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you laugh and mean it.”

L’s expression softened, turning thoughtful and slightly sad. “Yes, I suppose it is. I haven’t laughed like that in a long time.” He sighed, stretching out his arms for a moment as he averted his gaze. “I guess that’s just something else you’re good at, hm?” He arched a brow, smirking a bit in the subtle, mocking way he usually did. However, there was no malice to his tone. Instead of attacking Light, it seemed like he was attempting some good-natured ribbing, as if between friends.

Light blinked and gave L a puzzled smile, waiting for the barb to come. Unexpectedly, it didn’t, and he wasn’t sure what to say. L being nice was as strange as L laughing.

He glanced down at his watch anxiously. “That’s five minutes.” He turned on the warm water and rinsed the conditioner from L’s noticeably softer hair. Any residual tangles came loose immediately when he combed his fingers through it and he started to get curious about how it would look when dry. “Alright,” he said, turning off the water. “All done. Your tangles are a thing of the past.”

He turned his back to L to dry his hands on a fresh towel. “I guess it seems like a waste of time to use the conditioner but it saves time in the end for brushing. I can give Watari the information if you want me to.”

L shifted in the seat, looking over at Light with a contemplative expression. He sat there in silence for a few seconds, just staring at the other man until he finally spoke. “I suppose you can. That would be nice. But also, while we’re sharing a living space…if you wanted to- ah- do this more frequently…I wouldn’t protest.” He averted his gaze and cleared his throat loudly.

“Wouldn’t protest?” Light turned around sharply, feeling annoyed at L’s assumption. The words ‘I’m not your servant!,’ hovered on his parted lips but died there when, somehow, he saw L clearly. The man was too proud to ask directly for what he wanted. They had managed to connect in a way that wasn’t only detective and suspect, jailer and prisoner. Light had felt it, too, and he craved kindness after his long isolation, this ongoing tense situation.

He watched L for a moment and quietly said, “Alright, but no cuffs when I do it.” He smirked and added, “And no more lollipops in bed.”

“I agree to the cuffs, but I can’t make any promises about the lollipops,” L joked, smiling as he sat up and pulled the towel over his head. He picked up the chain, staring at it for a second or two before clasping it onto Light’s cuff. However, instead of immediately pulling away, his hand lingered on the man’s wrist. “…thank you, Light,” he mumbled, the sound barely a whisper as he lowered his gaze and pulled his hand away, standing up straight.

Light grinned and tossed L a towel since the man was dripping water everywhere. So it didn’t kill you to say it after all.

“You’re welcome.”

[hoeforinarizaki]

Hello There! Navigate Here:

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I'll make it clear i write only for haikyuu on this tumblr account, but if there are other fandoms you want me to write for just go to my main @sparklingbluerose !

At the time, my requests are open so ask away. I don't really have any restrictions so go as wild as you want. Except maybe Character x Characters, since i'm not too good at writing those types of things (though i'm an IwaOi shipper–)...

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I already thought of this beforehand...so i guess i'll write down the schedule here as it's easier to understand.

MONDAY.

TUESDAY.

THURSDAY.

FRIDAY.

SATURDAY.

I removed Wednesday and Sunday because i sometimes end up not posting something at all, and i actually want to follow this schedule so Wednesday is basically a small break to be able to get enough idea and motivation to write. My family and i usually go out to church and eat out together on Sundays, so that'll also be counted as a break somewhat.

REQUESTING PAGE!

I will write anything and everything you want, but i guess there's always going to be rules. Not to worry! I won't put too many restrictions since i want everyone to enjoy and say what they really want to read. And so, here are the do's and dont's.

DO NOT...

Request extremely kinky stuff (piss, knife play, etc.)

I am fine with kinks actually, but extreme stuff are a bit too much for me to actually write. Sorry about that.

Be rude to others in any way (racism, insulting, etc.)

I want this to be a good place for people to express themselves without any judgement! Please be mindful.

Make multiple requests at the same time.

Having people tell me too much stuff is a little overwhelming, and so maybe make another request once i finish the first.

YOU MAY...

Send me anything in my inbox, ranging from requests to questions to venting. I'm all ears and listening is what i mostly do, so please just type away.

Tell me what you want me to write whether it be triggering or just pure smut. I'll make sure to put the warnings i need to at the start. Feel free to ask to get tagged.

Chat with me and call me whatever you wish. Let's be good friends, it would be nice. Send me lots of memes since i laugh at everything and anything, though.

CHARACTERS || LIMIT:

The request limit for individual characters is 10.

However!

If you request teams, i will do all of them.

I write for everyone! From main characters to side characters, heck i'll admit i'm a simp for everyone, especially Futakuchi.

Complete Character List...

KARASUNO

Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Sawamura, Sugawara, Nishinoya, Ryunnosuke, Azumane, Ukai, Takeda, Hitoka, Shimizu, Kinoshita, Ennoshita, Kazuhito, Saeko

NEKOMA

Kuroo, Kozume, Morisuke, Lev, Alice, Taketora, Akane, Nobuyuki, Shibayama, Fukunaga

AOBA JOHSAI

Oikawa, Hanamaki, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Yahaba, Kyōtani, Watari, Kunimi, Kindaichi

FUKURODANI

Bokuto, Akaashi, Konoha, Washio, Sarukui, Komi

INARIZAKI

Shinsuke, Atsumu, Osamu, Ojiro, Rintaro, Omimi, Ginjima

SHIRATORIZAWA

Wakatoshi, Tendō, Semi, Goshiki, Shirabu, Yamagata, Ōhira

JOZENJI

Terushima, Bobata, Misaki, Futamata, Numajiri, Īzaka

DATE TECH

Futakuchi, Takanobu, Moniwa, Sakunami, Onagawa, Nametsu, Kamasaki, Fukiage

NOHEBI

Suguru, Naoyasu, Kazuma, Yoshiya, Yamaka, Isumi

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SCENARIOS. Whether short or long, i'm happy to know you enjoyed thinking about this and picturing it internally XD

HEADCANONS. Got anything you want to be briefly written in these terms? Then go ask away! I'll take it on.

ANGST. My whole blog might be filled with angst tropes, because why not? I'm a little obsessed. Up to you though.

SMUT. I'm supporting all horny thoughts and my fellow lovely thirsty people out there ;) whatever it is, just ask.

FLUFF. If you need some serotonin, i'm definitely going to make my writing just diabetic as that depression /hj

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DISCORD:

I'm thirsting on haikyuu so much, and this is the only fandom i've been attracted to longer than the rest i've been. So if you have any active discord servers related to haikyuu in any way, please chat me and give me a link i'm just a simp 🤣

And also, i just want to make friends. So if you're thinking the same, don't hesitate to send me a hello 👌 (i don't bite at all lol...no but seriously i don't fr–)

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[alkalinefrog]

may I request your top 10 favorie lawlight fics ?? I’m really interested

AIGHT BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP because I’ve got a lot of feelings about these! Also, people have been asking me for fics featuring:

Ryuk shenanigans

yagami sibling hijinks

whammy kids found family

----- from my bingo card I made a while back. Tbh, I put those on the list to try and manifest the energy into the universe hoping people would bring fics to ME about them lmao. I do have a couple that check the boxes though! 

Also thank you to everyone who’s been recommending me fics!! You’ve all hit the nail on the head and sing straight to my heart! I’m just slow to make my way through them between work. <3

GOING UNDER THE CUT (rip mobile users)

Aight here we go, in no particular order:

“Change OR the one where L and Light get married” by @translightyagami (I’m so sorry I keep tagging you in these alsfjkalsfdj)

The one I never shut up about and am adapting part of into a comic because it’s just that GOOD. :’’’D Light and L get married in front of Watari and Light’s family back at the Whammy orphanage in England. A melancholy yet painfully sweet tale as Light and L reminisce on their history together while getting ready for the ceremony, and their first night together afterwards. Single-handedly sold me on Kira being intrinsically part of Light to boot.

“the forest holds strange creatures” by @translightyagami (I’m sorryyyyyyy I just love your stuff)

An AU where Light’s a paranormal researcher and L’s a reclusive cryptid living in the forest next to a small town. The writing has a fairytale feel to it, and the romance is so gentle. Light’s bunking at Whammy’s small little house, and Near and Mello are there as little kids pestering Light. It’s ADORABLE. Beyond Birthday also shows up in one of the extra chapters as a creepy cashier at a thrift shop for double the fun!

"Sickness” by BlueberryValentine (more fics on their fanfiction.net account!)

The ultimate hurt/comfort + fluff + angst with a happy ending fic. The first fic I read to get back into lawlight a couple months back! Canon divergence starting during the Yotsuba arc. Light is diagnosed with terminal brain cancer while still under investigation. L has to take care of him, and somewhere along the way they fall in love. It carved out a chunk of my heart but luckily filled it back up with a sweet sort of aching.

“Seeking His Hand” by magic__mind

Historical regency AU! L is a rich nobleman courting Light, a humble farm boy, for his hand in marriage. One of the most romantic pieces of literature that I have ever come across. The prose is pure poetry, and their love so pure! This one also has a special place in my heart for its portrayal of Misa! She’s A)a spy who helps L on his cases, B)totally removed from her co-dependence for Light, C)the  bubbly badass she was always meant to be. 100/10 worth the read!

The��“Resurrections” Series by Shadow_of_Quill

A modern Orpheus and Euridice story, wherein Light’s spirit leads L back from Hades while he’s still Kira. L is thereby present for the confrontation at the warehouse. Believing that any trace of Light is lost in the man, he executes him right then and there. However, this was a grave mistake, and Light’s soul won’t be as easily revived. (spoilers, they’re both fine in the end) ******* THIS ONE ALSO INCLUDES YAGAMI SIBLING HIJINKS. Sayu plays a HUGE role in bringing Light back!

“Is This The Way It Ends Now?” by Seastar98

The one that checks off ALL the above three boxes!! A “characters watch their own show” fic, wherein the gang receives a mysterious DVD in the middle of the Yotsuba arc. Horrified by what’s to come, Light and L work to make sure their future is brighter than the one they witness. They bring in all three heirs to watch with ‘em, everyone gets character development, and Sayu comes in like black panther in endgame yet again to bring Light back from the darkness! Ryuk pops up in the end and the epilogue and he’s great. The ultimate and most direct fix-it you’re ever gonna get.

“From the Same Star” by Nilahxapiel

This is my only pure “Ryuk Shenanigans” fic, and it’s really really sad :’’’D A short but sweet one-shot wherein Ryuk traverses multiple dimensions, dropping the Death Note at Light’s feet each time. Light and L were always fated to clash, and it’s just as heartbreaking every time. 

“Primitive Liars” by Nilahxapiel

This one’s super popular in the fandom for a reason! The only omegaverse fic that I’ve liked! The A/B/O dynamics and their affect on society are super well developed, and the writer manages to keep L and Light very in character while still developing their budding romance in a believable way. This is an AU where somebody else is Kira, and Light’s genuinely helping L and the task force hunt him down. ***** Naomi Misora lives, the heirs come in, and Sayu actually hops aboard the task force!!! DUDE. BRILLIANT. I also just love the exploration of gender and identity that the author weaves in. Lots of LGBTQ rep!

“and indeed there will be time” by lawlietismyfavorite

The ultimate soulmate AU. People grow to be 18, then stop aging until they meet their one. L is the greatest detective of not only this century, but of six centuries. And then there's Light. (taken straight from the description!) The prose is absolutely breathtaking; like walking through a dream. Can not recommend this fic enough! It’s got my head up in the clouds and looking towards the stars!

“K” by  Dlvvanzor

AU where Light’s a Whammy with the moniker ‘K.’ He and L grow up together along with kiddos covering the rest of the alphabet. A murder-mystery-thriller on top of the romance featuring Beyond Birthday as a main character! Light’s a pathological liar and L’s super into it. They’re the top students at Whammy’s and are tasked with solving a string of homicides happening RIGHT AT THE ORPHANAGE (guess who dunnit). It had me on the edge of my seat, and I binged the whole thing in two days.

i’mMMMM doing more than 10, this’ll just be my ultimate fic rec post 😂

“Change of Circumstances” by wordbombs

Another AU where Light’s a whammy! It’s just a one-shot though, but one of my all time faves!!! I’ve gone back and reread it so many times and drew some stuff for it a couple weeks back. Much more light-hearted than “K”, Light arrives at the orphanage at age four and meets an eleven year old L, and from there they grow up together and fall in love (the age difference is handled really well, L’s not physically present for a lot of Light’s childhood and they bond on a platonic level first). It’s one of the healthiest relationship dynamics that I’ve seen for these two, which is honestly such a breath of fresh air. Matt, Mello, and Near are there too in the background!

“Dial K for Kira” by @kiranatrix

“Light needs some easy money to finance his Kira plans, and notices there’s a big demand for Kira roleplay phone sex. So he figures, “Why not? Pretty sure I’ll be convincing.”He raises some fast cash and plans to shut the whole thing down and get back to writing names, until he gets a request from somebody who wants to “roleplay” as L....“

Taken straight from the description! It’s very VERY NSFW so be warned. I’m too shy to talk about it more alskfjdasldjf sorry BUT IT’S GREAT.

“Dance with Me” and “Birthday Note” by @dotti55fanfiction

These are both one-shots so I’m putting ‘em together! Absolutely adorable tooth-rotting fluff!! “Dance with Me” has Light and L going to a club, while “Birthday Note” features L trying to think of the best present for Light. The dictionary definition of “warm fuzzies.” (Dotti ilu, I still gotta find time to read your longer works)

“you’re a wasp nest” by  raisuki (inthegripofahurricane)

Blind!Light AU! Light and L are both college students who meet when Sayu dares L to break into her house. Yagami sibling hijinksssss! Their quippy dialogue is adorable and it’s just a fun time watching them flirt.

“softly now” by smallestbird (jenwryn)

THANK YOU TO THE ANON WHO SENT ME THIS REC. The softest lawlight one-shot to finish off this list! Light and L share an intimate moment while painting their new apartment. The absolute JOY this fic radiates in a short 700 words!! Read it before bed for the sweetest dreams!

These are just my favourites, but read anything by any of these authors and you will not be disappointed! I might make a separate post later for soulmate AUs because... There’s just too many. :’D

-Alka

[loneworldgazer]

Seijoh With A Florist! Manager

seijoh x gen! reader

okay so you work with your friend’s (mika) aunt in her florist shop

it was your dream job, you worked there part time and mika’s aunt was happy to have you here

she loved seeing you scurry around the shop, trying to find the perfect flower while talked to the customers on why they wanted flowers

 you would smell like bluebells and on special occasions, lavenders because mika’s aunt also makes perfume out of flowers she produced and sells them (even food! she’s still experimenting though)

it was a famous flower shop due to many choices of lovely flowers in miyagi and you would bump into many school mates who were trying to impress their dates

mika’s aunt would wear matching flower accesories that you both made, flower headbands, flower rings and just slipping a flower behind your ear, you both look rather fashionable everyday with different accesories you both wear

oikawa made a special nickname for you and your classmates would hear him call you that whenever he would walk next to you “bluebell-chan!!” he first  called you that when it was a running joke in the volleyball club of what nickname oikawa wanted to call you (oikawa nearly got chased around the gym when he wanted to change iwaizumi’s name to beast-chan)

it was a sweet name and hearing the setter call you that made the smile of your face grow 

the volleyball club was something new you could gossip about to mika’s aunt

y/n: your perfume made him call me bluebell-chan, if that isn’t the cutest-

aunt rosa: marry him.

y/n: ???

oikawa would ask about your perfume one day and your pride was showing, you would say you work part time at your friend’s aunt florist shop and he wanted to check it out immediately 

oikawa wanted to drag iwaizumi there and he suprisingly agreed (since you were the tolerable one) and oikawa was excited about going to your flower shop after practise 

“hi aunt rosa!!” you would greet her and she would pull you into a tight embrace and she would notice the boys immediately, one scratching his neck and one’s eyes sparkling to the sight of all the flowers in the shop  

the shop was bursting with flowers and a lot of scents , bluebells were right in front of him and he stared, dazed at how pretty bluebells are up close

“ ah this is the oikawa and iwaizumi boy you were talking about?” you nudged your aunt because she just exposed you that you talked about them in your free time and she nudged back

while the boys greeted her, your  eyes wandered to a container near the counter and you approached it and gasped

aunt rosa slapped your hand even before touching the container and ushered the boys to come closer to her 

“i made these mini viola pavlovas here, here try them!” oikawa did not hesitated to take a pavlova and plop it into his mouth and iwaizumi soon followed after and both boys had the same reaction

"share this with the team tommorow" she gave you stacks of pavlovas in boxes and patted you head

"share this with your two husbands-" you wanted to kick her but you nudged instead

y/n: shuddup-

oikawa: *leaning close to you and squeezing your shoulders* now now, bluebell-chan no need to be aggresive with aunt~

iwaizumi: yeah bluebell-chan, don't do that *ruffles your hair*

aunt rosa: seeee, your two husbands can teach you a lesson if you misbehave again-

lmao bye, you left the flower shop iwaizumi and oikawa also following and you could hear mika's aunt's boisterous laughter as she choked out a "bye bye bluebell-chan!!"

iwaizumi and oikawa tagged along like bodyguards since it's gotten pretty late , pressing their bodies behind your back

oikawa: y'know bluebell-chan, you have to pick one-

iwaizumi: picking two's kinda greedy

you ignored them the whole way home

next day, at practice

you gave out the pavlovas

hanamaki REALLY enjoyed them while matsukawa chewed silently to enjoy it more

yahaba nearly cried to how yummy they were, the crunch and chew after felt like paradise

kyoutani tried to secretly take more than he was supposed to, kunimi might have joined in

watari sighed happily, his cheeks hurting

kindaichi asked you about the flowershop since you yold the whole team before you handed out the pavlovas

oikawa: y'know if we had our wedding i hope your aunt can come and decorate the whole thing

hanamaki: don't know why you're talking about weddings but i'll help with bringing vines

matsukawa: i'll bring poison ivy

iwaizumi: i'll take bluebell-chan away

y/n: a a aa a a a a A a aa

somehow the whole conversation's now is just about trashing oikawa's wedding and you were completely fine with

i'm so sorry if this had no flavour, i'll maybe redo this

[captainhysunstuff]

Your death note fan comics with chained L and Light are AMAZING! I love them so so much. Like- honestly my favorite death note comics because they’re so well drawn and focus on that topic. I desperately need a sequel to Light loosing feeling in his hand (if you want to of course 💕)

Lol here’s the follow-up~.  Light’s reveling in L’s fear.

Transcript:

Watari:  Here are some massage techniques in case this ever happens again.

Light:  Thank you, Watari-san.  I’ll keep this in mind for next time. :)

Thank you so much for the message~!  I’m so glad you like them~.  *blushes*  They’ve been really fun (and challenging sometimes) to do.  ^__^  When I’m done, I’ll make a master post, and if you or anyone else ever want(s) to find them easier, I’ve tagged them with “the chain” in case they get buried~.

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[notsuchasecret]

"Whoever said that thing about 'it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all' or whatever has clearly never felt the crippling realization that you're in love with someone who will never, ever love you back." - Yahaba & Watari

This didn’t turn out the way I expected it, but there’s still unrequited love as requested? Just not what I expected? Idk read it.

Kentarouknew the reason Watari watched Yahaba with sighs and quiet eyes. Noneof the rest of the team knew, he didn’t think, and certainly notYahaba himself. But Kentarou had figured it out during their firstyear and now he was Watari’ only confidant. It hurt, knowing Watariwas hurting. It hurt more than Watari knew.

“Whoeversaid that thing about ‘it’s better to have loved and lost than tonever have loved at all’ or whatever has clearly never felt thecrippling realization that you’re in love with someone who willnever, ever love you back,” Watari said, leaning his chin on hisfist and sighing.

Kentaroulooked at him, thinking that was more true than Watari could everknow. “It’syour own fault, you know,” Kentarou said. “Falling in love with aso-called straight guy. Isn’t that rule number one?”

“Iknow it is,” Watari sighed. He was looking out the window and notat Kentarou, so Kentarou leaned over to see what he was looking at.There was Yahaba downstairs in the green underneath their classroom,talking with some girl. As Kentarou watched, Yahaba caught sight ofthem in the window and grinned, waving. Watari waved back, thenducked out of sight. Kentarou watched Yahaba a moment longer, lettinghim feel the full force of his judgment before leaning away. Kentarouknew what he was doing, even if Watari didn’t. It pissed him off,knowing his friends could have all the happiness in the world if theywould just fucking take it and leave him to wallow in his own miseryalone.

“Youshould tell him how you feel,” Kentarou said.

“Why?So I can get my heart completely broken?” Watari asked. “Notlikely.”

“Hedeserves to know,” Kentarou said. “He should know that he’shurting you, so he can fucking stop already. And who knows, maybe amiracle will happen.”

“Idoubt it,” Watari snorted.

“Younever know what will happen,” Kentarou said. “Go for it, and I’llbuy you ice cream today after practice.”

“Really?”Watari asked, sounding miserable and skeptical.

“Twoice creams,” Kentarou challenged.

Wataristood with a stubborn look in Kentarou’sdirection and stormed out of the room. Kentarou watched through thewindow as Watari dragged Yahaba away to start their happily everafter.

Asit should be, he reminded himself. He had no hold over Watari, noclaim to someone who didn’tlove him back. He had done his good deed for the day, and now it wastime to wallow in his own pain. He wouldn’t be seeing either ofthem for a while, he knew, not when they would be so wrapped up ineach other.

Hestood and gathered his things, walking out of the school with tearspricking in his eyes.

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Growing up with L hcs

Hello!

For my first head canon post this has been something I’ve been wanting to write for a little while, which is my interpretation of growing up with L as his first and only friend. 

CW: Some minor swearing but besides there’s nothing else as these take place when L and you are children 

Anyways! Onto the post

When you met L, no one really expected you to get along with the seemingly strange boy. So when it seemed that he didn’t mind your presence, it was a pleasant surprise for Watari and your guardians (if you have guardians)

It also surprised L himself a lot as he never thought that someone would even want to be friends with him and even if they did his trust issues made it feel impossible for him to want to get close to others. It’s something that still confuses him a little to this day to be honest. 

You are the one to initiate the friendship as L has never had one and simply doesn’t know how they work, it wasn’t something he looked for and expected to ever have until he met you

You’ll have a lot to work through, because as mentioned before, that poor boy has major trust issues and even though you got past his initial walls, it won’t be easy to get closer. It’ll definitely take some time!

One thing to expect a lot when it comes to becoming friends or being friends with L, is to expect him to just watch you. Like a lot. Not in creepy way or anything (at least not on purpose), simply because he’s just observant and curious to how you do things. So most of the time he’ll just be quiet and watch you as if studying you in a way

“Are you okay..?” you’d ask after a couple moments of you taking notice of his usual gaze on you

“.. Yes? Why do you ask?” 

“I swear you’ve barely blinked in the last minute or so”

After hearing that he ended up looking away for a minute and blinking a bit more than usual, as if self conscious in a way. After a couple minutes though he would go right back to looking at you as if you’ve never never said anything to begin with.

When you decide to play chess with him, expect him to win almost all the time

You probably didn’t know much about chess when you met him so he ends up teaching you, but even with his teaching it won’t help. 

Apart of you would wonder if he was cheating or teaching you the wrong things, but even if you practiced and tried to learn chess in your free time, he just almost always managed to win

I say almost because one day you did manage to win, taking both yourself and him off guard. You don’t even know how you managed the win but you felt SO proud of yourself.

L was quiet, his face unreadable like usual but was that a glimpse of shock on his face ever so briefly? It vanished before you could even question it much as he ends up actually congratulating you for the win, especially if he saw how happy it made you

“Hm.. Well good job.”

“It seems you aren’t always terrible at chess, hopefully you keep up this winning streak next time we play”

He could honestly be such a little shit at times

Yet you still managed to smile with your head high and say that your streak won’t be ending anytime soon and soon you’ll be the ‘chess champion’

You didn’t win the next time or the times after that

You still hold that one win high though! Even if you sometimes wonder if he let you win in the first place

Besides chess you would always try to find fun things to do or play with L, like board and card games or some games like hide n seek  (even if it was just the two of you) and tag. 

He isn’t a big fan of tag though, but if you both had nothing else to do and if you persisted enough he would go through with it

It always excited you when you told L about a game he didn’t know of so that you’d have to teach him about it

One of the early things you took notice of in his behavior was his interest in sweet food. You’ve never seen someone who ate so much of it and not even bat an eye

Once you are close to L, you will also quickly realize how many sweets you’ll eat when with him

He was never the type to share with the other kids at Wammy House as he didn’t see the need to and wasn’t particularly a fan of the other kids

With you though, you could be studying or talking about something and he’ll just take whatever he’s eating and offer you some. That has happened multiple times

You remember how you were working in silence and when you glanced up from focusing you saw a piece of candy next to what you were working on 

Or when you were talking to him as he had a small bowl of strawberries, and every so often he’d offer you a couple of them throughout the conversation silently and nonchalantly

It was definitely something you felt was a great honor and you still do to an extent

You just won’t have to worry about being hungry when you’re around L

Reading with L also seems like something that would happen 

At first it was just you two reading your own respected books as you sat near each other

As time goes on though either you or him will end up peering over each other’s shoulders and sitting close to see what the other is reading

It then shifts to you reading to L, and if he is up for it he’ll read to you in return 

I feel like when you two get closer and have more conversations, it’ll go from him mostly listening to you and soon enough I see you both having some really good talks! Like it’s something you probably won’t find yourself being bored with when you’re with him

You two probably end up walking around together a lot, whether in whammy house or outside the building 

Even if you bot hare quiet in each other’s company, it’s never uncomfortable and can still be really enjoyable

Like briefly mentioned before with you initiating things in the friendship, if you are the affectionate type you are definitely going to be the one to hug him first

When you hug him for the first time, It was something he just wasn’t expecting

Besides Watari, you’re the first person who has had the chance to get that close to him so it definitely took him off guard and confused him to why you’d even want to do such a thing with him

So the first time you hug him or do anything like that he had no idea what to do

He just tense and froze up as his eyes widened as he looked at you, but he probably didn’t say or do anything to make you stop. He just let you hug him quietly and after most likely tried to focus on something else

As time goes on though he’ll find himself becoming less jumpy and stop tensing up as much. He never would say much about how he felt, but deep down there was/is a part of him that appreciated and enjoys the affectionate moments

As time goes on and the closer you get, he definitely finds himself enjoying it a bit more and he’d even hug back once he was used to it a bit more and comfortable. 

As you both get comfortable with one another, he’s definitely going to show his more sarcastic side and his dry humor

Just hearing him laugh and seeing him smile makes you really happy, and the closer you are the more he feels like he can open up and show that side of himself to

You probably get in some arguments or disagreements from time to time as kids/teens usually do, but you’ll both end up talking to each other again once things are calmer.

 He’s also the type to just start stuff, whether it’s because he’s in a bad mood or simply wants to see your reaction as if to ‘test’ you and see if you’d stick around afterwards. He’ll find himself apologizing afterwards, maybe not at first in the beginning of the friendship but if he knows he made you upset in some way, he’ll definitely try to make up for it

You both just built up a really good communication with one another in general

You’ll just find yourself seeing a side to L that others wouldn’t expect for him to do

So you’ll learn things that others wouldn’t know like his identity, but because you grew up together you in general just know a lot about him and it’s just something you knew that you’d have to take to your grave as the last thing you’d ever want is to betray him after he opened up that side of himself to you in the first place

It started out as an unlikely friendship but even through the rocky parts, it has become so much more. A bond that won’t be broken easily to say the least

If you want me to talk about something more specific with anything I wrote, just ask! Reminder that requests are open!

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WIP Meme + Tag game!

List the titles/filenames/descriptions of your WIPs and tell us a little bit about them/wail about them/beg for inspiration/whatever you want! Then tag some people for a no-obligation mutual wailing/cheering/complaining session!

Thank you for the tag, @kimium! I started a separate post because I was worried this would get a bit long, hope that is ok!

Let's start this off with the Big One:

Bar AU:

Akudama Drive - Brawler has a flowchart: this is the part of Bar AU pertaining to Akudama Drive specifically and, as it states, Brawler has a flowchart. Where? In his mind. For what? To determine What Would Swindler Do when faced with a morally or socially challenging new situation. There are other fun parts such as Big Brothers Hacker and Courier, Offerings to Swindler For Managing Cutthroat, Hoodlum and Brawler are Married, and more!

Bleach Crack-fic dating au - Poor Ichigo is being courted by the entirety of the soul society, a hollow, and a few humans. Also Grimmjow is the Best Painter of the Nails.

Blue Exorcist: Rin stop being shocked ghosts exist you are the literal son of satan - Rin is surprised by all the ghosts/supernatural beings in the other universes connected to the bar. Bon is Tired. Shura must never meet Gojo from JJK.

Bungou Stray Dogs: Lovecraft is Trying- Lovecraft just wants to be a good husband. Atsushi did NOT agree to be adopted by Chuuya and Dazai. Chuuya and Gojo from JJK must Never Meet.

Death Note: L and Light are married now - L and Light are a couple. Near, Mello, and Matt are together. Sayu wins L's compliance in embarassing Light by learning to make L the Best Strawberry Short Cake Ever. Watari is Immortal and Ryuk enjoy's Rin's apple pie.

Dr. Stone: Byakuya is Alive - Exactly as it sounds. Byakuya is alive. And he is married to Xeno and Stanley. Senku is oblivious and Gen is Tired.

Fire Force Found Family AU - company 8 keeps ending up with new members of their Found Family. Benimaru and Konro will go after anyone who mistreats the tea. Joker and Licht are married and they didn't have a huge ceremony which according to Maki is A Crisis.

JJK Gojo needs to stop drinking - Gojo winds up at the wrong Bar when he is too drunk. That is what started the Bar AU. Megumi has to sort out his crushes on Sukuna and Itadori. Kugasaki is badass af. Nanami and Geto need to be a bit better when it comes to comforting their husband.

The Adventures of the League of Dads - Dadzawa, Dad Mic, Dad Might, Dadgum, Vlad Dad, Best Dad, and more. Also, who is Dad Magnet?????

And Now Back to Our Regularly Scheduled Programming... ACTUALLY let's talk about some ideas I have yet to really mention; things I have plans for but haven't fully started the writing process of. After all, I can only babble about the things I have already started posting so much before even I would need a break from hearing about them. So. Here we go:

Bokuaka Beauty and the Beast AU: It's pretty simple: Beauty and the Beast plotline with Bokuto as the Beast and Akaashi as the Beauty. Perfectly Simple. A young prince, cursed to live as a demonic entity after breaking the heart of a witch, and the young man, sent by his village to desperately try to explain to the Prince that their offerings to buy his protection were stolen when they were pillaged by bandits, end up stuck in the near-abandoned castle together due to Horrible Weather. Wonder what could possibly happen. 👀

Chaos and Purity: an original work. Two deities fall in love. One is the representation of all things Pure (not "soft" or "uwu", pure as in unmixed, as in absolute. Pure gold, pure silver, pure love, pure hatred, pure malice, etc.) and One is the representation of all things Chaotic. They have seven daughters. Their family is torn apart and set against each other by spiteful and jealous people.

I think I will end it there, at the risk of this post becoming incredibly long and boring, lol. I do have many more, but if I listed them all I feel everyone would run away ahahaha. If anyone wants to know more about any of the above or just wants to chat about them, feel free to ask about it! Inbox is always open :D

Tagging: @collisiondiscourse, @sailormew4, @sithfyremonarch, @kuroosden, and @backwardshirt

No pressure, but feel free to participate!