#and he keeps alot of spares in his dresser drawer

[yummycrummy]

How exactly does SR change his batteries? Like is there a grace period before UCR takes over? Or does he just stand in front of a mirror and when he takes them out SR is just in the mirror void coaxing UCR to do the right thing for their family and put in the new ones, also sometimes promising him a dead squirrel or 2 next time he's out. (I love the mental image that in their nightstand is just a stack of fresh batteries in one drawer and roadkill in another that Lesley has the key to in order to stop UCR from gorging himself on "treats") sorry this got a little headcanony at the end I just really love your au.

This is basically how he does it 👇 step by step

He does it every so often 🔋🔋When hes running extremely low on energy he has to switch them out for newer ones

[impulsiveinstinct]

Starving Static part 9

When Chase woke up he was half off the bed and everything hurt, his back, his legs, his balls, his head but mostly his balls. Holy shit why? Groaning he detangled himself from the bedsheets and sat up cradling his pounding head, looking around he saw Anti grinning down at him from his perch on the dresser. "You looked you had a fun night." The demon said in a sing song voice. "You and Jack finally get the alone time you've been thirsty for?" He asked cocking his head and grinning wildly at the man on the floor as he shuffled to get up. Jack... Jack wasn't there last night. Oh my god. The past nights events played out in vivid detail in Chase's mind as groaned again running his hand through his hair. Great not only did he have a psycho demon up his ass twenty-four seven, said demon was now fully aware of his love intrest and going to give him hell for it. "You couldn't  have gotten me off before you knocked me out?" He snapped grabbing some clothes from the dresser drawer, well aware of Anti's flirty smirk as he swung his legs up so that he could have acess to it. "Jack left shortly after you passed out and I'm not one to take advantage of an unconscious person." The demon smirked at his glare as he padded off to the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. Of course the love bites were real, how the hell was he going to explain the bruises to the kids? Letting out a frustrated noise he turned on the shower tap silently cursed himself for thinking with his dick and not his head. Standing under the warm water Chase let his mind and hands wonder, may as well take care of himself now while he had the chance. Thinking back on the night before it was hard to belive it was demon he was with and not his best friend. The calm voice, the gentle touches... Brining his free hand up to press on the fresh bruises that littered his neck and chest he moaned softly. Proof that everything that happened was real, not some cruel prank on Anti's part, it was shocking to think about it. What was even more shocking was that he wanted it, actively seeking out the spots that had him shaking and moaning in his lap. If Chase was really honest with himself he had wanted things to go much further than that. What would that even be like? Would he keep up the sweet act or... With a groan he let his imagination run wild, picturing sweet kisses turning into sharp nips and bites as he pumped his hand faster, bracing himself against the shower wall. Trying to remember what it was like o have someone inside him. It was only once but... It felt amazing. Would it feel like that again or would it hurt, considering who he was dealing with... Just the thought of all the sweet tender build up only to rendered helpless to someone else had his breaths coming out in ragged gasps as he finally found release, unsure of exactly who he was thinking about the whole time. Quickly washing up he dried off and pulled on his clothes only to almost run right into Anti on his way out of the bathroom. Jumping back he glared at the demon to only have him snicker and cock his head at him. "All you showers that long? Or just the ones you send thinking about Jack's ass?" "Dude, have you ever heard of personal space?" Chase snipped trying to push past him. "Have you? Or maybe you're such a slut you want some of me too?" Anti teased voice low as he hovered closer to the younger man, static making his hair stand on edge as he flushed. "Piss off I have stuff to do." He spat half heartedly much to the demon's amusement as he finally let him pass. Setting to work in the kitchen Chase started scrambling eggs and veggies together and popped some chocolate chip waffles into the toaster, the kids were going to be there and he wanted them to have a good time with him. Normally they only spend one night and go home noon  the next day but he was going to have them a full week and it was going to be a blast! He had already thought out all the things he was going to do with them and was determined to make sure they enjoyed themselves while he had them. Plating the eggs and piling on whip cream and strawberries on top of the waffles Chase stood back admired his work. Every kids dream breakfast... Or lunch. Brunch? It didn't matter bottom line they would be there any moment and have a good meal and be ready for movies and games! Chase tried to calm down and quietly bounced on his toes near the door waiting for them to pull up. Anti rounded the corner to see what his toy was up to only to find him grinning like a school boy bouncing up and down peaking out the window. "You... Alright?" The demon didn't care either way but, if there were broken toys to be had he preferred to be the one doing the breaking. The human just smiled and kept on bouncing. "The kids are coming over today!" He beamed. He hadn't done alot right in his life not for a lack of trying just, he never learned to think before he acted. When he got his highschool sweetheart knocked up at 14 he did the right thing and married he as soon as he could and got a part time job to try support Stacey and his kids. He tried to go to school when he had finally saved up for it only to quit and join Youtube and put his fragile marriage on the rocks but, his kids... His kids were his life and he had always tried his best with them and now that he couldn't be a part in their daily lives he only wished he could do more. He didn't care if every spare cent he made went to child support or if had to travel cross country to make it to school event he'd so it in a heartbeat. "We're gonna have lunch and catch up and play games and watch movies and maybe go out if they're up for it. Oh my god I wonder how tall they've gotten. Gray is probably so big now! He grows like a weed. Sam is so smart I wonder what they'll want to read to me this time..." He rambled smiling softly. "I just miss them so much..." The demon sat down on the floor and waited with him. Not like there was much else to do. Neither was sure how much time had passed before Anti started to get squirrely  popping up from his position on the floor to grab a knife from the kitchen only to stop on his way out. "Hey Precious! What time are they supposed to be here?" "Twelve thirty!" Chase called, the demon glanced at the clock again before making his way back to the still eagerly waiting man. "It's two." The young father stopped in his bouncing. "I'm sure they're just running late. The kids can be a handful at times and it can be hard to get them going..." It was another hour before he tried to call Stacey , giving up after it went to voice mail five times. It was after that he put what food he could away and threw out what he couldn't save. It was another hour and a half before he started calling again leaving messages and asking Stacey to get back with him on what the plans were for today. It wasn't until eight he turned away from the window and went to bed. This time the demon didn't fallow him. @system-demon @corruptedmetadata @myhomosexuallyfakeromance @zeddlocket @neontwizzlervioletmacaroni3

[infinitely-kate]

Favorite Human

Sorry this is out so late guys! I think this is the start of a sort of one-shot series thing between the reader and the angels, so let me know what you think and what other angels you would want to see! It’s a lot longer than I had originally planned, and I’m not super happy with it, but I think it’s pretty good. Hope you guys enjoy! 

Warnings: A little bit of blood/ fighting. Not much though

Being a Winchester, you knew something weird was bound to happen at some point. It was basically guaranteed. But, in all your years, you had never expected this well you kinda expected the angel part but not on this level.

You had come into the hunting life later to your brothers and were fairly younger than both of them, being their half sister. The boys had found you after your mother was turned by a vampire and almost killed you. You were fifteen. Bobby had later informed you three that your mother was a hunter in her prime. She and John had been seeing each other for a while, until she got pregnant. No one knew where she went, but you assumed it she left the life to keep you safe. After learning that you had nowhere else to go, the boys and Bobby gladly accepted you as a part of their little family. You began to live with Bobby, going to school in Sioux Falls and training or helping answer the phones in your spare time. The boys would stop in every chance they got, even letting you go on simple salt and burns from time to time.

But, things had gotten more complicated. The apocalypse had been started, by your older brothers no less. Ever since then, things had been different. The guys rarely stopped home, and when the did, it was brief.  You missed them. But, they had their reasons. Your ability was discovered by one of those reasons.

Sometimes you heard voices in your head, voices you couldn’t recognize. The argued. Alot. Mostly about Sam and Dean, and some guys named Michael and Lucifer. From what you could tell, they were angels. But, angels weren’t real. Assuming it was just because of stress and worry, you never told anyone. No need to add to their stress. After about a few weeks of this going on, the boys came to visit. But, they didn’t come alone. No, they brought the beginning of the trouble. His name was Castiel.

“Honey, we’re home!” Dean called, the door slamming behind him. You sprinted down the steps to greet your big oafs of older brothers, but stopped in your tracks. With your brothers, was a tall man in a trench coat. But, the man wasn’t what caught your attention. No, it was the huge, gorgeous, tattered wings that stuck out behind him. They were dark, sort of a mix between a deep purple, blue, and black. The size and color alone took your breath away. They could have been intimidating, but the state they were in had you almost worried for him. His feathers were everywhere, gaps in places there shouldn’t be, and they were seemingly dull.

“You’re one of the angels,” you breathed, making the three boys look at you alarmed. You tilted your head in confusion. “What? I’m not stupid you know, I can see his wings,”

“You can see his wings?” Dean asked, sharing a dark look with his brother. The mans eyebrows creased and he stepped towards you, making you step back uncomfortably. Why were they so confused?

“That shouldn’t happen,” he said before disappearing with a flap of his wings. You looked at your brothers, concerned. The looked just as freaked out as you did.

“Guys, what’s going on? Where did he go?”

“That’s just Cas. He’s not the most, uh, social guy in the world. But, could you actually see his wings?” Sam looked at you, seemingly concerned.

“Yeah… am I not supposed to?”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it right now okay? It’s been how long since we saw you? I think we’ve got some catching up to do” So the three of you spent the rest of the night together, as if nothing had happened.

That night, you awoke feeling as if someone was watching you. A startled gasp escaped you as you saw the angels piercing blue eyes. He tilted his head at you, looking almost like a lost puppy.

“Did I startle you?” He asked, his deep voice slightly calming you. It’s not like he could hurt you, he was an angel after all. Angels were meant to be good, right?

“No, no, it’s fine,” You stated. “You’re Cas right?”

“Yes. My name is Castiel,”

“Well Castiel, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your wings? They look a little worse for wear,” Your inquiry cause him to look back at the dark figures on his back. He looked back at you puzzled.

“I dragged your brother out from hell,” he said bluntly. Suddenly, flapping was heard and another man stood there. This one had darker skin with large gray wings that faded to white at the bottom. You assumed this man was Uriel, from what Cas was saying.  Honestly, he gave you a really bad feeling.

“I think it’s time you and I had a little chat, girl.” Turning toward Castiel, he nodded. “A little privacy if you wouldn’t mind brother,”

With a flap of his dark wings, he was gone. That’s when the questioning began. Uriel began by asking you what you knew, how much you knew, and similar questions, not hesitating to be rude. He kept talking about you and your brothers like you were trash, like nothing more than the dirt he walked on. His questions to you were no better. Every time you gave him an answer he wasn’t pleased with, he would threaten you, your brothers, or Bobby. The more he did that, the more upset you got. After about twenty minutes you were shaking, a lump forming in your throat. You weren’t quite sure what you did to make Uriel hate you so much, but he certainly seemed pretty set on his reason.

“Brother, I think that’s enough,” Castiels deep voice echoed through your room. Uriel turned to Cas, shooting him a glare before disappearing without a word. Cas looked at you, seemingly concerned. “Are you alright?”

You gave him a small nod, his deep voice comforting you. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for awhile. You studied his wings, looking at all the ruffled feathers and you looked at him questioningly.

“May I?” You asked. Cas paused, making you question if you had crossed a line. But, he came and sat on the end of your bed anyways, his large wings spread out in either direction. And that’s when you began. You combed your fingers through his feathers, feeling the silky texture against your skin. Taking your time, each feather slowly found it’s original point. It took you well over an hour to make his wings look as they should. During that time, the two of you exchanged stories quitely. You learned about what he had done in history, hearing about people that existed long before you. He listened to you talk about your brothers, admiring the fondness in your tone for your family. After you finished, he quickly stood up, gave a soft thanks, and disappeared with a flap of his silky wings.

This became a regular reoccurrence, but not for just Castiel anymore. No, random angels began popping in and out of your room at night, asking you to preen their wings. Your favorite, besides Cas of course, was Gabriel. His wings were beautiful although he hated when you said that. The golden color shifted almost every time you saw him. His wings usually weren’t to out of sorts, but he seemed to enjoy having you touch them. He was hilarious, coming not only when he needed his wings preened, but just whenever he wanted. You two would have movie nights and eat sweets, just enjoying each others company.

Castiel also came more often than you would have expected. You helped him understand how things worked on earth, and he kept you company when he wasn’t needed in heaven or with your brothers. Between the two angles, you were rarely alone, but you sort of liked it. You felt safe and you loved their company. When you were having a bad day, they were quick to be there for you, Gabe with sweets in hand, and Cas with a slightly awkward hug and ready to listen. You did the same for them. Whenever they needed, you were ready to be a distraction from the chaos that was going on. Needless to say, you had become rather close with the two angels, and they were rather fond of you. One would think that someone would have more common sense then to mess with someone who had three hunters and two powerful angels on their side. Apparently not.

You were half asleep texting a friend from school, when you heard noise from your window. Not paying any attention to it, you bid your friend a good night and rolled over to go to bed. When you were just about to fall completely asleep, the sound of a knife hitting the ceiling shocked you back awake. Alarmed, you shot up only to see a demon getting its knife from the know broken devils trap. You let out a scream, not that anyone could hear you. Bobby was out on hunt, and wasn’t due home for a few more days.

Scrambling towards your dresser, you lunged for the drawer you kept your angel blade. The demon grabbed your hair and pulled you to it, plunging it’s knife into your shoulder. Another shriek left your mouth as it twisted the knife, ripping at your muscles. The demon laughed at you, pulling your head back so you were looking at it.

“Wow, you really are that much weaker than your brothers. But, it makes you good leverage so I can’t complain,” it ripped the knife from your shoulder and shoved it into your back. “Just so you won’t run away,”

You fell to your knees, coughing involuntarily. ‘Cas, I could use a little help here’ you thought as the demon tried yanking you up by your hair. When no help arrived, you began to panic a little. Cas? Gabe? Anyone? Please... help.

The demon finally forced you back to your feet, only to be knocked off of you. Even with the room spinning, you could see enough to notice the familiar golden wings facing you. The room began to fill with a bright light and a black smoke as the demon screamed, but all you could focus on was the blue eyes that were staring into your (y/e/c) ones. You gave him a dopey smile and patted his head. Cas assumed it was because of the blood loss. He put two fingers on your forehead and your wounds stitched themselves up, your head lolling against his shoulder. Carefully picking you up off the floor, Castiel laid you back down on your bed. He turned to Gabriel, who just vanished the body of the demons vessel. He looked over at his little brother, a smirk etched on his face.

“Dam Cassie, you think they’d be smarter than messing with an archangel’s favorite human, huh?” Cas tilted his head at the other angel.

“Well, I am quite fond of her myself,” Castiel said causing the older angel to laugh

The next morning you woke up with a pair of arms around your waist, your head on someone's shoulder, and two pairs of wings draped over you. You sat up, looking back and forth between the two confused.

“Not that I don’t like seeing you two, but what exactly are you doing here? Did something happen?” the two angels looked at each other quickly before answering.

“Nothing you need to worry about sugar. Gummy bear?” he held the bag out to you. You laughed, shaking your head at him. The archangel shrugged, popping a couple of the sugary bears in his mouth. You laid your head back on Castiel’s shoulder, feeling content and safe, knowing that you had those two there to protect you.

After all, it’s not like two angels would let anyone hurt their favorite human.

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Forever: @sisterwinchesterwriter @straightasdeanwinchester @zeusmyster @spn67-sister

[twentyonecrybabiies-blog]

Teachings - Lawlight

SUMMARY: Light hates L. But when he is forced to share a room with him on a school trip and L teaches him some valuable things, he realises he doesn’t hate him as much as he thought.

WARNINGS: pure gay filth (only making out don't worry kids remember consent is key)

High School AU

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Light Yagami flopped on his bed and sighed. His case had been abandoned as the foot of the bed, and his groans were muffled by the white sheets. L Lawliet perched precariously on the edge of his own bed, his thumb between his teeth and his bare feet gripping the covers. The room was small, the beds almost touching, with only a thin table keeping them apart.

Light wished the gap was bigger.

It’s not that he hated L or anything but… Oh who was he kidding? He couldn’t stand L. There was something about his smart, cocky, introvert attitude that just ticked Light off. He threatened Light- he could easily kick him off the top spot in school. All their friends knew Light hated L- hell, even the teachers knew it! But their friends also thought they would end up together, so maybe they set this up (they had joked about doing something like this for months).

Light wouldn’t doubt that for a second.

Light rolled on his back and crossed his arms behind his head, his legs dangling over to edge. His tie was askew, his top button undone, parts of his shirt untucked, revealing patches of pale skin. L’s uniform was almost impeccable; a slightly crumpled shirt, a slightly loose tie, a pair of black jeans, almost identical to his messy hair, covering his skinny legs.

L stood up suddenly, taking his thumb from his mouth, and picked up his case. He opened it, to reveal a few outfits and a pair of shoes. Light watched as he placed his things in the dresser. His shirt became untucked when he leaned over, revealing his sickly stomach, with ribs and hips poking out. Light, even though he disliked the boy, wished he was a little bit fatter. He preferred people with a little fat; he found it endearing. L left two drawers for Light, before returning to his weird sitting position. Light turned his head to look at the ceiling. He had tried to get out of sharing the room with L, but his teachers refused to let him swap with anyone. - “But Mr. Ryuk!” Light cried. “You know how much we despise each other! I can’t possibly share a room with him!”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to, Light. There is no other option. And please, give L a chance. I think you’d get along quite well.” Mr. Ryuk sighed, placing school books on the table. Light waved his arms about.

“Surely there’s someone I can swap with?” He tried. Mr. Ryuk shook his head.

“I’m afraid not, Light. The rooms have already been set. I am truly sorry. Now go, class begins soon and you don’t want to have a detention.” Mr. Ryuk waved his hand in the direction of the door. Light huffed, clutched his books to his chest, and swept from the room. - Light pushed himself off of the bed and leaned over to grab his case, missing the sharp intake of breath coming from L as he did so. He opened the case and unpacked his things into the two spare drawers. At the bottom of his case were two bottles of vodka and two glasses- something Light had packed so he could distract himself from being in the room with L.

“Light?” L whispered. Light turned to face him.

“Yes?” He asked impatiently.

“Why have you got alcohol? It could kill you.” L pointed out. Light rolled his eyes.

“Oh I don’t know L, maybe I’m going to use it to treat all my wounds.” Light said sarcastically. L looked down.

“I apologise, Light. That was a stupid question.” Light pursed his lips and laid on the bed again. Dinner had already passed; they had all night to do whatever before their trip officially started tomorrow morning. Light checked his watch; it was almost ten.

“It was.” Light agreed. L sighed softly.

“Is that why you hate me?” L asked. “Because I ask stupid questions, and I can’t get anything right?”

Light said nothing. L turned away.

He reached for his case and took out a bottle of vodka and the two glasses, pouring himself a glass. For some reason, he felt the need to offer L a glass. Surprisingly, L took the glass and watched as Light took a sip from his own. L copied his actions.

The burning fluid slid down L’s throat, and he coughed quietly. Light chuckled to himself and took another sip. L took out a book and tentatively leaned against the pillows of his bed, holding the glass of alcohol in one hand. He took small sips every few minutes. Meanwhile, Light was nearly finished with his second glass.

They were both going to be in for a long night.

—

Two hours and about six drinks later, Light was pretty tipsy. Not drunk enough to forget what happened that night, but tipsy enough to do things without thinking.

“L?” Light slurred. L turned, finishing through last drop of his fourth glass. Light had beaten him by a long shot- he had drunk nearly eight glasses of vodka.

“Yes, Light?” L smiled softly.

“Why have I never been kissed?” Light asked. L looked shocked.

“You… You haven’t been kissed?” L repeated.

“That’s what I said, right?” Light said, confused. L nodded.

“Sorry, I was… I was just shocked.” L apologised. Light waved a hand at him lazily.

“No reason to be. I was just wondering because… well, I’m almost graduating high school, and I still haven’t been kissed. Sober, that is. I know for a fact I kissed alot of people drunk. I mean, the furthest I went with a girl sober was holding hands, three months into the relationship. And that was in my first year of high school!” Light cried dramatically, seemingly sober for the moment. L mulled over this.

“You haven’t been in a relationship since?” He queried. Light shook his head.

“I haven’t. I found that girls aren’t really my type, and there wasn’t exactly millions of boys in the school.” Light admitted. The power of the alcohol was compelling him to tell this boy- almost a stranger to Light- All his secrets, and he couldn’t stop it.

“Your gay?” L whispered excitedly. Light nodded once.

“Well, uh, I could, um, show you?” L offered bashfully after a minute had passed. Light stopped in his tracks.

“What?” He whispered, pushing his brunette hair out of the way. L ran his fingers through his own dark locks.

“I could show you how to kiss. Properly. Sober.” L said with more confidence. Maybe it was the few glasses of vodka speaking. Maybe he just really wanted to do this. Light pondered for a moment, before rolling off of his own bed and flopping onto L’s. He pushed aside his dislike, and focused on only one thing.

Getting his first sober kiss.

“Show me.” Light demanded. L grabbed Light’s hands and gently placed them on his own skinny waist, then slowly placed his own cold hands on the side of Light’s face, tracing his sharp cheekbones. He avoided Light’s, and ever so slightly leaned in.

“Are you sure?” L whispered. Light nodded and closed his eyes.

He could smell the alcohol on Light’s breath, but he was sure his was the same. When their lips were mere millimeters apart, L hesitated. Was this the right thing to do?

His thoughts were cut short when Light closed the ever-so-small distance.

Light’s lips moved against L’s, and his moved against Light’s. His hands moved down from his face and hooked around his neck, interlacing his fingers behind it. Light’s arms circled L’s small waist and gripped it tight, pulling his body closer to his own. The kiss was gentle; sweet. Until L just couldn’t control himself anymore.

He pushed Light back against the bed and slipped his legs between the younger boys, laying on top of him. His lips left Light’s and traveled down to his jaw, where he left soft butterfly kisses. Light moved his hands up L’s back, making the white shirt ride up. All influence from the alcohol was gone, and it was pure attraction and lust that kept the two boys from pulling apart.

L moved his lips down Light’s neck, until he found a particularly sensitive spot. He nipped and sucked and kissed everywhere around it, creating multiple love bites, in the shape of an ‘L’. Light groaned, the sound sending shivers down L’s body. He moved his lips back to Light’s, his hands tugging on his long hair.

“Fuck, L,” Light moaned. L chuckled against his skin.

Light sat upwards, and L’s legs wrapped themselves around his waist. As they kissed, Light fumbled with L’s shirt buttons. He tore his tie away and undid the top buttons, before he got distracted by L placing his lips on his neck once more. He grabbed at the last few buttons until the shirt was open, and he pulled it off of L’s shoulders. Moans tumbled from Light’s mouth.

Light pulled L back to his mouth and ran his hands across his pale chest, kissing him furiously. L’s tongue gently slid across his lower lip, and when Light refused to let him win, he slipped his hand into his jeans. Light’s mouth opened to let out a moan, and Light’s tongue slipped inside. They battled for dominance, L obviously winning. They stayed like that for a moment, locked in a tight embrace, red faced and in pure bliss.

Light was the first to break the kiss, the lack of oxygen becoming clear. He placed gentle kisses all down L’s chest, his hands resting on his slender waist. He lifted his mouth to kiss along L’s collarbone, leaving small hickeys in his wake, and L arched his back and let out a long moan. Light’s jeans were becoming tighter and tighter, but they weren’t doing anything tonight; he was sober enough to know this.

L pulled Light up and tore his shirt off, some of the buttons popping off the shirt. Light was too busy to care. His tie was thrown across the room, and L ran his fingers down his chest, across his muscles and down to the waist line of his trousers. Light’s hands stopped him.

“No.” He told L. “We aren’t doing that tonight. Not here.”

L smiled, “At least let me take care of that.”

L pointed to the tent in Light’s jeans, and Light flushed red, but still shook his head. He could take care of that on his own. L nodded in acceptance and molded his lips against Light’s once more. The two boys fell back against the pillows, still in a warm embrace, their lips touching softly. They pulled apart, and Light rested his head upon L’s chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heart. L wrapped one arm around his waist, and tangled the other in Light’s hair, gently stroking his head. Light wrapped his arms around L.

“You know L,” Light yawned, “I never hated you.” L looked down at him.

“What?” He whispered. Light smiled.

“I never hated you. I thought I did but I think I was just threatened by you. I mean, your attractive in this… not so normal way, and I like that. And come on, you could easily beat me in school.” Light chuckled. L smiled back.

“Thank you, Light. That is reassuring. Now please, get some sleep. It’s almost one.” L pulled Light closer to him, and he tucked one arm behind his head. Light closed his eyes, snuggling up to L. L still couldn’t believe that he had been making out with his long-term crush not even ten minutes ago.

He watched the ceiling until sleep finally came, and when sleep came, it was blissful.