#death note matt imagine

[chuulyssa]

“don’t touch me,” you said, slapping his hand away from under your shirt.

“why not?????” he whined in response.

“i’m saving it for when i get a boyfriend.”

he clicked his tongue in response. he doesn’t like it when he doesn’t get his way. more than that, he doesn’t like it when you talk about getting a boyfriend. so he pulled his lips down trying his best to imitate a kicked puppy, desperately begging to you silently. can’t you let him have a taste at least? how cruel.

DAZAI GOJO vanitas SANJI ZENITSU miroku JEAN nikolai mello MATT eren CHUUYA

[cat3ch1sm]

This is so awkward, but I was wondering if you could write hcs for if the reader called L, Mello, Near, and Matt "daddy" or "sir" or something else along those lines during sex? 😭 (if not that's totally fine I just got a mental image of Mello being like "what-" and I'm seeking other opinions lol)

🐸~ loll!! don't worry i have gotten much worse requests than this, this isn't at all awkward. this request seemed fun lol i hope u enjoy! i love u lots and thanks for ur support<33

nsfw ahead, gn!reader, sub!reader

how they'd react to being called daddy/sir during sex~ wammy boys

matt

~ it just slipped from your lips in the heat of the moment. you had been really hazy and a bit delirious and matt had been deep inside you when it just popped out. and yes, it did catch him by surprise for about half a second since he wasn't expecting it and it wasn't something you'd ever called him before. but in the same half a second he was caught off guard, matt decided he loved it. he doesn't say anything about it in the moment, but it was the way you said it, with your shaky voice barely coherent and your pretty eyes crossed, overwhelmed with pleasure. matt takes it as a sign that he's doing a really good job, and best believe he makes it his mission to get one of those out of you again every time you two get intimate. on the other hand, expect pretty relentless teasing about it. matt both finds it amusing and a hell of a turn on how easily he can get you off, how he can make you just lose yourself like that.

~ "hey, matt, can you get that over there for me?"

~ "don't you mean daddy?"

~ "you are the worst."

mello

~ mello is someone who enjoys being in control during sex. so when you moan that in this pathetic, trembling voice, pleading with tears pricking the corners of your eyes for him to keep going, it's really such a rush for him. the brief moment of surprise at the unexpected title is quickly swept away by the surge of pride, almost arrogant in its nature. you've fully surrendered yourself to him; your pleasure is in his hands; you've acknowledged his power over your body. he'll probably get rougher in the moment, and later on in future intimate encounters he'll outright make you say it, denying you any release until you do, over and over and over.

near

~ although near does usually prefer it when you both are equals during sex, he can't help the swell of satisfaction in his heart when you call him that. after all, he has an ego like every other man on this list, and near gets something out of being at least somewhat in control, even in your sexual encounters where he does normally prefer not for anyone to be dominant. it's not like he needs to hear you say it every time, but near certainly doesn't mind when you do. besides, it means you like what he's doing and he's making you feel good, which is what he wants most.

ryuzaki

~ he probably spends the most time being surprised out of anybody else on this list. he doesn't have anything against it- besides, it would probably kill the mood if ryuzaki paused mid-sex to ask about it and what brought it on- but he just is somebody who likes having answers. so he may or may not literally interview you about it later- did he do something different? is that something that might happen again? what prompted you to call him that? he must know, even if you can hardly even sit up or form a full sentence yet.

[callie-the-creator]

insomniac

sfw. warnings: reader is fmab, mentions of kira and his murders, l can’t sleep, etc.

author’s note: i miss l so much. :(

l sat in his characteristic crouch on the edge of his chair, fingers entwined, eyes intently focused on the monitors before him. the task force headquarters was dimly lit, the flickering screens casting a bluish hue across the room. he had spent countless hours reviewing evidence, piecing together clues, and trying to identify kira, but the elusive criminal mastermind continued to evade him. l won't rest or, at the very least, he refused to. his main focus consisted of two things: keeping y/n— his girlfriend— safe and away from any danger and catching kira (l had dedicated the past few years to the investigation pursuing kira), a figure known to kill those whom he deems morally unworthy of life.

so many criminals have died.

his mind raced with possibilities, tracing and retracing steps, connecting and disconnecting dots. his suspicions often circled back to the same few individuals, but without concrete evidence, he was trapped in a maddening loop of speculation. he needed proof, something tangible that could lead to an arrest. the gnawing uncertainty kept him awake, denying him the rest his body craved.

as the hours dragged into the early morning, l's eyes, bloodshot and weary, drifted to the cot where his girlfriend, y/n, lay sleeping. her presence had been a rare comfort in his life, a steadying force amidst the chaos. she stirred slightly, her breathing deep and rhythmic, oblivious to the turmoil that raged within him. "y/n...?" he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. he wasn't expecting an answer; he just needed to hear the sound of her name, something to anchor him to reality.

she groaned softly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "hmm...whaaaat?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. it was clear she wasn't pleased about being woken up, but she tried to focus on him nonetheless.

l hesitated, his mind teetering on the edge of a precipice. he knew what he was about to ask could shatter the fragile peace they had, but he couldn't suppress the question any longer. "would you betray me?" he asked.

y/n blinked, her drowsiness giving way to confusion. "what are you talking about?" she inquired, pushing herself up on one elbow. "why would you ask something like that?" she added.

l’s gaze remained fixed on her, searching for any hint of deceit, any flicker of guilt. but all he saw was a concern, her eyes wide and earnest in the dim light. "i’ve been thinking…” he began, his voice steady but laced with tension, "about kira, about the people who might be capable of such things. and it occurred to me that...i don't know if i can trust anyone anymore." he said, sadly.

she sat up fully, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, her hair all messy. "l, you know me," she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "we’ve been through so much together. how can you even think i would betray you?" she questioned, despite knowing very well that l had every right to not trust her. after all, he was the head of the investigation and thus the arch nemesis of kira. he must remain vigilant, it is all he can do to ensure his safety.

"i don't know what to think anymore…” he admitted, his tone betraying the depth of his internal struggle. "i just…can't afford to make any mistakes. you know that.” he sighed. this was the last conversation that he wanted to have with y/n, despite it needing to be addressed.

y/n reached out, her hand covering his. "listen to me," she said firmly, her touch grounding him. "i am not kira. i would never do anything to hurt you or anyone else. you have to believe that." she partially pleaded with him. if they wanted to put their relationship on ice because of this minor bump in the road, then so be it, but y/n is sure that it would only result in hurting them.

l’s eyes softened, the storm within them momentarily calmed by her words. he wanted to believe her, to cling to the hope that at least one part of his life remained untouched by kira's darkness. "i want to believe you.” he said quietly, "but i can't let my guard down. not even for you,” he said matter-of-factly. “i’m sorry…”

y/n sighed deeply. she then slid out from under the warm blankets, her bare feet meeting the cold floor with a shiver. standing beside him, she gazed down at him, his hunched form bathed in the eerie glow of the computer screens. leaning down, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering there for a moment before she ran her hands through his unruly black hair. "can you at least come to bed then?" she asked softly.

the night had stretched on for far too long, and the first light of dawn would soon pierce the gloom. l shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling almost imperceptibly. "don’t know," he replied, his tone detached and distant, eyes never leaving the monitors.

y/n let out a small, plaintive whine, her worry for him bubbling to the surface. she wrapped her arms around him from behind, pulling him into a tender embrace. "please?" she murmured, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "you need to rest. just a little while…”

l felt the warmth of her breath against his skin, the comforting pressure of her body against his back. for a moment, he allowed himself to be still, to feel the weight of her concern and the depth of her affection. he glanced at her, then at the clock on the wall, the numbers blurring slightly in his tired vision. his gaze returned to her, meeting her pleading eyes. "fine," he said finally, his voice tinged with reluctant resignation before mustering a small, almost imperceptible smile. "but five minutes is all you’re getting."

[satorusluver]

I think Mello would be the boyfriend who does a skincare routine with you. Like he clearly gives a shit about his appearance and puts a lot effort into looking good which I think includes face wash and moisturizer at least.

Meanwhile Matt is the boyfriend who never washes his face except when he showers and yet somehow has perfect skin while you're over there with a face mask and jade roller just glaring at him.

[jazzy-a]

I would love an alternate universe where all three Wammy boys lived and they became the world's 3 greatest detectives.

Near becomes the new L, Mello is Coil, and Matt is Deneuve, and they all work together.

[half-dead-writer]

Shopping List

Reader has to buy the groceries, meets the hottest cashier, panics, goes there again, antics ensue.

⸸ Mello / Mihael Keehl (Death Note) ⸸ ~3,4k words ⸸ gender neutral reader

planning to make a sequel where they actually do some proper bonding stuff so treat it as a first chapter I guess? mayhaps even an official Mello x Matt x Reader route but as a separate thing since I know not everyone is into that and I want my fics to be enjoyable for everyone :] Inspired by my usual routine of going to the store while the scorching sun consumes my entire being + one time where my edrink hit the ground and I had to shotgun the remains of it (crossposted from AO3)

Today's weather could only be comparable to Hell. I felt the uncomfortable sweat running through my body. I wanted to get back to my flat as soon as possible and just melt on the couch while being blasted by a fan. But I had to buy a few necessities from the corner store nearby before that. Even though it was a five minute walk from where I lived, I haven't been there before. I heard the store had more expensive items than the one that's further away, but I didn't have enough strength to make that long walk in the sun. My wallet will feel the effects of it in the nearest days, but I'm willing to make the sacrifice this time.

To my relief, I felt the cold air wash over my skin, giving it a bit of pleasant relief. The fridges were just at the entrance, which gave a nice contrast to the killing warmth outside. The layout of the store didn't differ much from the usual stores I've been to, so I didn't have any troubles looking through the aisles for my desired items. I approached the Monster stand and took a few of the energy drinks into my hands. I didn't bother to take my bag this time, it was supposed to be a quick trip. I didn't have much choice, so I grabbed the cheapest thing i could find that my taste buds could tolerate and headed to the cashier. I didn't pay attention to the person standing behind the cash register as I put the groceries on the counter, with my sight focused on the ridiculously priced candy bar that's been placed nearby, enticing the customers to spend even more money on their way out. I considered it, but I don't think my today's budget could take it. The bored cashier told me the estimated price in a dull, clearly done-with-it tone. He was probably just waiting for his shift to be over, can't blame him. I was surprised, though not about the amount I was due to pay for my things, but rather by his appearance.

He had blond hair, the length was touching the tips of his shoulders. It was an unusual sight around here, and if I hadn't heard his voice before looking at him, I would assume he was a girl. But upon closer inspection, the features on his face were surely masculine. The top he wore was short-sleeved, typical store-required uniform, which didn't stick out from the norm. I also noticed a black polish that coated his nails. It looked carefully applied, which made me curious if he painted them himself. I guessed the boy's age to be around mine, which made me become slightly alerted.

My usual formula of interacting with people was saying a polite "hi", thanking for the service and leaving the store, but the lack of age gap made me feel as if, somehow, that wouldn't be appropriate. I silently hoped he didn't notice my lack of movement for a second as I passed him the requested cash. I could only assume his expression during the transaction remained the same, the idea of him perceiving me as a staring weirdo was too overwhelming for me to keep a steady eye-contact. The small lump in my throat prevented me from speaking clearly, but after gathering the groceries into my hands, I managed to squeak out a barely audible "Uh, thanks- goodbye" on my way out. I didn't dare to look back.

The outside was still a cooking oven, but my mind was too occupied by the memory of an encounter that happened a moment ago. It took me a while to register that my legs were dragging me with a faster pace to my home due to the thoughts replaying in a torturous loop. I shouldn't care that much about an awkward encounter with a stranger that I'm unlikely to see often. I felt the warm air wash thru my lungs as I took a deep breath and reminded myself that a silly moment is not a thing to stress over. I bet in his time of working there he saw plenty of worse people than an embarrassing person whom he only seen once. I reached my hand inside the pocket, finding my keys after a brief moment of searching and unlocked the door to my apartment. The familiar smell of the house brought me some comfort as I headed to get some water. My mouth felt incredibly dry, and I could only guess whether it was from the encounter or the weather. Probably both.

I heard the tap water is bad for you, but at that moment the liquid that spilled on my tongue tasted like a gift sent from gods. I sat on the couch after properly hydrating myself and now, with a clear head, I could see that my anxiety definitely flared up much more than usual. At least in comparison to a reaction I'd have with a regular screw up of mine. In hindsight, it was easy to see that I panicked just because I found the person on the other side attractive. That realization made me feel a bit silly. It had been some time since I found someone to pine over, and of course it had to be a random, fruity boy from the store with the most expensive items. Not that my confidence would allow for this thought up relationship in my mind to happen in real life, but I wanted to at least get to know him. He seemed like an interesting person, with all that he had going on, appearance-wise.

Few days have passed until I had to go get my groceries again. I knew buying stuff at the "boujee shop" was a bad idea, but the thought of going there again and making things right by at least saying a proper "hello, thank you, goodbye" was convincing enough for me to give in. My plan wasn't to buy a lot, maybe an energy drink or two, and get the rest by going to a different store. This solution had more extra steps than my usual shopping trip, but I was willing to do it. Nobody besides me knew that it was only because I wanted to see the mysterious boy, so what's the harm?

The sun wasn't as vicious today, which resulted in a pretty pleasant walk. A light breeze going thru my hair was a nice touch to the summery vibe, and it even added a bit of confidence to my stroll. I was going to nail it this time. Properly talking to another human being might not be a great achievement to some, but it mattered to me, and I tried to hype myself up. I mentally prepared for the interaction while I picked the can from the energy drink stand. I had some saved up money, so I was able to pick my desired choice of flavor and brand, not the knock off I had picked on my previous visit here. I smoothly moved to the end of the store, only to find that the boy I was hoping to see was not there. I was slightly disappointed, but at least there was no pressure for me to perform well, which made me calm down almost completely.

The person standing near the cash register was another male. The outfit he wore didn't differ from the one I already seen, but the fluffy, red-colored mess on his head was a far cry from the well-maintained hair of the previous cashier. It took him a minute to notice me approaching, as his sight was focused on reading some pamphlet promoting new brand of e-cigarettes. I wondered whether he read it out of boredom or genuine interest in the product, but my bet would be on the former. He put it down as soon as he noticed me in the corner of his eye, although there was no hurry in his movements. I put the cans on the counter and smoothly hit him with the casual "hi".

"Hey," he responded, his voice warm and friendly. I heard the familiar "beep" of the product being scanned and prepared my wallet. Everything seemed to be going accordingly, until I heard him give me another comment "You know those give you kidney stones, right?" I stopped in my tracks for a second, uncertain what to respond, until I noticed a small smirk forming on his face.

"Kidding. I mean, not that it's not true, but so far I managed to avoid them," he added, seeing my face turn from a deer in the headlights to a look of realization.

"Yeah, uh, me too, thankfully" I replied, trying to reciprocate the playful remark as I felt the corners of my mouth twist in a polite grin. What a way to start the conversation.

"I like this flavor too. But I prefer the less sweet ones," he continued to judge the choice of my item, although not in bad faith. He was chatty, but it was actually quite a nice experience, one which I didn't expect to have today, but I didn't complain. His whole person radiated a calming aura which made me forget of the discomfort of talking to strangers all-together. It was as if I knew this man my whole life, even if all I did was exchange a few words with him. I will never understand how people possess such power, but I'm forever grateful it exists.

"Yeah, that's fair. It's hard to even enjoy the taste in some of them, as if someone just poured up a whole bag of sugar," I may have over exaggerated a bit, but I assumed he knew that. I got a chuckle and an understanding "yeah" in response.

With how much I enjoyed the conversation, I completely forget I was in the process of taking out the money of my wallet, just holding it in my hands this whole time. Guess I can't escape even a tiny bit of cringe for today. I quickly pulled out the cash. "Hey, no rush," he said, "there's no other clients in the store, you can take your time". I still felt silly, but with his chill demeanor the repercussions of my actions didn't sting as much.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking my well-deserved smoke break," he got out from behind the counter and passed me by, taking out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket on his way. I smiled to myself and grabbed my item, ready to head out as well.

While I was going through the aisles I entertained the thought that today could be different, but it turned out really well. I didn't have a panic attack from a simple interaction, I did what I planned to do, and I wasn't even that awkward. My mind was completely clear as I left the store, correctly assuming to see the red-haired cashier smoking nearby. I felt my stomach drop as I noticed someone else standing beside him. It was the blond boy. His casual ("casual" would be an understatement), off-work clothes were a drastic change from the outfit that his, what I assumed, friend wore. He now sported a leather vest that uncovered a bit of his stomach, black leather pants and a fancy rosary that adorned his neck. Wow. This boy has some guts to not be afraid strutting around in such. Which was in no way a bad thing, but it surely made keeping my composure a bit harder. Seeing that they were occupied by each other, I was seconds from quietly making my leave with the tail tucked between my legs, not prepared at all for this sight, until I heard a loud bang on the ground, followed by a faint "fisss". It took me a second to process what happened. My can. My energy drink slipped out of my sweaty palm and hit a tiny, pointy rock on the pavement, inevitably leaving a small hole from which the sweet juice began quickly pouring out.

"Fuck!"

My yelling surely got their attention now. Even though my mind was occupied with being upset, I managed to catch a glimpse of their reactions. The red haired boy winced at the sound, while the blonde exhaled thru his nose with either disappointment or amusement. I couldn't tell due to the fizzling sound of the raging can which was slowly beginning to calm down. Even though the sticky liquid on my hand made me feel gross, I picked it up. Thankfully the hole was near the top of the can so I saved most of the drink left. I hated the sudden spotlight, but by some miracle I managed to not completely freak out. I think I completely zoned out due to the intensity of the emotions. I was not about to cry, I was not about to scream (again). Not in public. Peace. Think about the consequences of your actions. I took a deep breath, ignoring both of the boys' stare for my own sanity. A minute has surely passed until I managed to show any sign of life. I don't usually smoke, but at that time I felt like I really needed one. My eyes fixated on the cigarette the nice cashier held in his mouth. Curiosity flashed in their eyes as I approached them. I cleared my throat.

"...Could I borrow a cigarette?" I asked, avoiding the eyes of the blonde. He was mostly staring at my hand which holding the nefarious drink. I decided to ignore him, I couldn't handle more stress right now.

"Yeah, sure," he reached for the pack, opening it in a way so that one of them was poking out. I took it.

"Uh, lighter?"

I lit up the cigarette with one hand after he passed me his zippo lighter. The somewhat familiar smoke buried deep in my lungs, making me cough a little. I didn't care, although my sight was proactively focused on the ground to avoid their eyes. I didn't know whether to stay with them until I finished the cigarette or smoke it on my way back, but the red-haired boy spoke again,

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Y/N," I said.

"I could smuggle you another can from the shop if you want," his eyes looked at my drink, I was positively surprised at his kind offer, but I felt like I overused his hospitality enough while asking for the cigarette.

"Oh, thank you, but I don't think that'll be necessary-" I offered him a genuine smile, "there's still a lot left, so I think I'll manage."

The boy nodded briefly after looking at the can, "I'm Mail by the way," the smoke found a way out of his lips after he took a long drag. "But Matt is fine as well," he added.

I reciprocated the nod and finally decided to take a brief glance at the boy standing near him. Instead of smoking, his resting bitch face was munching on the overpriced chocolate from the store, I now noticed.

"And that's Mihael. Mello. Mels," I assumed he said the last part in a playful tone, shooting a teasing smile his way.

I cleared my throat from the smallest remains of my anxiety towards him, "Uh, hi."

"Hey," he responded mildly, in-between of biting a part out of the chocolate. I don't think I ever seen anyone else eat chocolate that way.

"I like your clothes," I fixed my eyes on his outfit, I hoped to score some points with him, but also to properly express my honest opinion.

His eyes showed uncertainty for a moment, probably unsure if I was being genuine with my compliment, but he decided to nod and quietly hum in response. His expression didn't change. I didn't overthink it for my sake, hopefully he's like that with everyone.

"Really? He looks like a leather couch" Matt added, being met with Mello's eyes staring daggers at him, but I sensed it wasn't serious.

"Says a dude who wears goggles inside and outside," Mello barked back in retaliation.

"Not right now, I don't," Matt stuck out his tongue and Mello's expression finally showed a hint of amusement while his eyes rolled.

"Besides, I actually wear them for a reason," Matt explained, or rather bit back at Mello again, "unlike you, show-dog."

"My reason is that I look presentable," he flaunted with exaggeration, swinging the chocolate in his grip slightly, "unlike your week-old, sweaty, striped sweater."

"Last time I checked, people wearing leather sweat too," another jab from Matt, "and again, do you see me wearing my sweater right now?"

Mello just sighed in response, probably tired of this silly conversation at this point. It was amusing to hear them bicker, even if I felt a bit like a third-wheel. My cigarette shortened significantly, I already smoked the bigger half of it. Even though this interaction brought me lots of stress initially, I was actually glad I ended up being included in their conversation, even as a listener. My plan was to get to know Mihael anyway, and I succeeded in at least exchanging a few words with him. Matt stepped on the butt of his cigarette after it fell on the ground when he was done with it. I promptly did the same.

"Only one more hour of my shift left," Matt sighed, unhappy about being forced back behind the cash register again, "at least the day ain't as busy today."

"Sorry for, uh, making your life worse, I suppose?" you joked, which made him chuckle.

"Nah, you didn't. You dropping your drink and yelling fuck!" he mocked your voice, "was probably the most interesting thing that happened this work-day."

I grinned bashfully at his remark but accepted the compliment. I heard the crinkling of the wrapper as Mello finished his snack and threw it in the nearby trash. Except he didn't, as it hit the corner of the open trash can and swiftly fell on the ground. He grunted with annoyance and just looked at it, not bothering to get it again.

"It's not nice to litter in front of the store worker, Mello" Matt chimed in, obviously provoking a reaction from the other boy.

"I work here too, idiot," he bent to pick it up, "next time I'll throw it at you."

"Sure you will," Matt said with confidence, looking at the wrapper being properly disposed of now.

"Or, let me reiterate, I'll throw you out. Of the house." Mello threatened.

"Don't forget to leave me a pillow to sleep on while I'll be camping by the doors," Matt said while turning to head back to the store, loud enough for the both of us to hear.

I looked at Mello with a trace of smile on my face as Matt disappeared behind the store's doors, hopefully it made me seem friendlier than usual. "I'll be going too- I can't wait to finally wash my hand," I looked at the can in my grip, I did a good job of ignoring it the entirety of the conversation, but now that it was over, it seriously bugged me.

"Uhuh," he raised his brow slightly, almost as if I held toxic waste in my hand.

"So, um, bye," I said clearly, offering a polite smile. He finally showed me an ounce of expression on his face, his lips contorting into an amused smirk, which dumbfounded me. I tested my luck by asking, "what's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing," he relaxed, but I noticed a glint in his eye as he spoke, "just thought you weren't able to say goodbye properly, judging by the last time you tried."

I didn't know how to react, so I just chuckled like a moron, "I- I'll make sure to do that next time." I felt like a dog who was caught trying to steal food from its owner. He did notice my weird behavior back then.

"I'd say making sure to bring a bag next time you go shopping would benefit you more," he continued to torture me with his remarks.

"Yes, alright, I get it," I defended myself, although it wasn't out of malice, rather trying to keep the mood playful and hopefully less embarrassing for me, "I'll take my leave now."

He raised his head slightly as a goodbye gesture and turned in the opposite direction, I assume heading back to his home as well.

Now I must do my shopping here again, once I save enough money to do so.

[kitafox]

Mellodramattic College AU pt1

[wammypilled]

Surely this has been said before and in better ways but Matt's fashion sense is kinda giving 'middle class kid who's rejected his family's bourgeois lifestyle', he probably thrifts a lot, prioritizing quirkiness and durability, while Mello's is giving 'used to be poor and now that he's not anymore he's turned into the fanciest bitch in the history of ever', so he exclusively wears designer clothes and accessories from the latest collections.

Their styles have next to nothing in common except for the uniqueness that comes with being finally able to express oneself, and I think they appreciate that so much in each other's taste, love that for them

[wammyhoe]

Whiskey in a Teacup (ongoing, 12 chapters)

Summary: Your peaceful life as a bartender halts when you meet Mello, a guy with an alluring smirk who becomes a regular at the bar. As you indulge in the excitement of getting to know him, you fail to notice the warning signals that suggest Mello is not who he pretends to be. Before long, you find yourself caught up in a dangerous conflict between Mafia families.

mafia!Au - After the Kira case, where Mello survived, but Matt didn't

Thanks to @supermarine-silvally for beta reading this and always providing feedback! You're a ray of sunshine!!

Warnings: Eventual smut/blood and violence / original characters

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Chapter 1- Villain in the Rain

You meet a stranger at the bar you're currently working at. There's something mysteriously alluring in his presence.

Chapter 2- All red flags ignored

Getting to know Mello is exhilarating, yet you can't quite shake off the feeling there's something dangerous about him. On par with his frequent visits to the bar, strange things about its administration start coming to light.

Chapter 3- A Lie Between the Lines

As suspicions mount about the bar's involvement in illicit activities, you find yourself at a crossroads. Driven by a deep affection for the place you call home, you dwell between approaching the authorities or taking matters into your own hands.

Chapter 4- To Escape Blood and Violence

Life in the mafia is so harsh that sometimes the only way to save a friend is by putting a bullet through their head. Mello is cunning enough to navigate such a predicament, yet he'll have to confront all the implications tied to betraying the family.

Chapter 5- At the amusement park!

Despite each of you harboring individual concerns, you steadfastly hold onto the red lace that binds you to one another. Consequently, you embark on your first official date with Mello.

Chapter 6-Greetings and Farewells

Witnessing you interact with one of your friends, Mello erupts in a displeasing fit of jealousy, inadvertently hurting your feelings. In the aftermath of this incident, you finally take heed of your best friend's advice, recognizing that Mello may not be the right match for you. Interestingly, amid this realization, Mello undergoes a profound revelation about his own feelings for you. Sometimes, it's only when things fall apart that they can find a way back together.

Chapter 7- Fear of Love

The reader stumbles upon a significant revelation about the bar, finally unraveling its secrets. Concurrently, Mello grapples with the repercussions of his actions. In a pivotal moment, Mello's crime partner imparts powerful advice, fueling Mello's motivation to take decisive action about his feelings for you.

Chapter 8- You are the Ocean NSFWish / suggestive

Mello initiates a conversation that paves the way for a long-awaited reconciliation, establishing the groundwork and agreements on how the dynamics will function if both of you decide to be in a relationship. Something in all these conditions sets off your red alerts, yet the desire to finally feel his lips on yours quiets all the questioning in your mind.

Chapter 9- Undercity

Mello was never who he claimed to be. Things fall apart, and the scent of blood hangs heavy. You struggle to breathe, haunted by relentless pursuers.

Chapter 10- The Weight of Expectation

Following the events unfolding at the metro lines, Mello decides that the best way to keep you safe is to take you with him. Don't worry, you're not his hostage. At least, not yet. You can think of yourself as a well-cared-for guest. God, he destroyed your world, and there's no one to blame but yourself. But you're determined to make things right.

Chapter 11- A Matter of Winning or Losing NSFW

After the events on the metro lines, Mello's betrayal to the family comes to light, placing a hit on his head and stripping him of his position as New York street chief. To reclaim his title and restore order to the city's chaos, he is determined to forge new alliances. Simultaneously, he's resolute in showing you that while all degenerates may be criminals, not all criminals are degenerates.

Chapter 12 - For the dancing and the dreaming NEW CHAPTER

You soon discover that Mello has a soft side to him that you didn't think was possible. For a moment, you hesitate, questioning whether or not to continue with your plan to bring him down.

[lawlietscaramels]

self intro, interaction guidelines & dni, asks rules, REQUESTS OPEN FOR RIE, RIELIET OR CODING ONLY, masterlist, copyright and related policies

my commissions !!!

╾ SELF INTRO

hi, welcome to my bLog! I'm lei (lay), they/them. I'm aroace and autistic. I use tone tags, specify, and speak really "!! :)" positively. I'm an artist and writer and I'm obsessed with Death Note! especially L he's so cute.

I have an OC for the fandom and if people will listen I will not shut up about her/hj . She stars in two multichapters, proLogue: 1429 and fish and seagulls and chips and murder. her tag is #desunorie (Rie of Death (Note)) and sometimes #desunorehn.

my stance on rivals to lovers vs enemies to lovers (I'm the anon) and don't take my OC Rie as a self or reader insert and on AI

╾ INTERACTION GUIDELINES

followers can tag me on anything SFW :) fanart and the like, things you think I'd be interested in.. yep!

I really really appreciate reblogs!! They help other people see my stuff 💕

DNI is general stuff, homo/transphobe, ableist, racist, sexist, zoo- or pedophile, general hate, pro/neutral on the genocide, solely/mainly NSFW blog, all that. probably forgot something but in general, nothing illegal, discriminatory, or hateful.

Change your name and pfp from default before following or you'll be blocked as a bot!

╾ ASKS

Asks are OPEN for Rie (my OC) only. Chat or request at any time and feel free to give yourself an emoji/name and pronouns :D no NSFW asks please. but I'll do my best to answer everything I'm comfortable with!

I want my fics to be as inclusive as possible so the reader will never have distinct characteristics unless the headcanons/story revolves around or heavily features those characteristics (eg "reactions to a reader who does x hobby", "comforting reader who's insecure about y trait"). DO NOT ASK for f!reader unless the reader being female somehow changes the plot completely. Same goes for other genders/traits.

Named anons:

🌜 anon; 🍪 anon; 🍰 anon; 🎲 anon; 🗯️ anon; 🎤 anon.

are they in colour order? nooooo....

Asks and my rambles tag is #lei chats. anons are tagged #anons and #(emoji) anon. Requests don't have a specific tag.

╾ MASTERLIST

All of my writing is my own original work. Do not repost (reblogs are fine, no posting on other sites without explicit permission), claim as your own work, edit or rewrite, “fix,” or use unethically. All the below works are ©lawlietscaramels 2023—2024

key:

╾ is a theory or analysis. Anything without is headcanons, x readers, and stories.

‼️ is content with potentially adult/somewhat mature/triggering themes. Specific warnings will be in posts, and in cases like Alcohol, in the title.

⏱ is for older posts in which I no longer agree with my headcanons, theories or how I write the characters. outdated opinions, you could say.

I'll organise it further later ☆

AUs:

Royal/Mediaeval AU

Introduction / L, Matsuda, Matt

Mello

Near

Cast:

tag: #lei's death note (heads up, I'll also use this tag for my AUs and how I interpret the series and characters in general)

Assorted Box of Headcanons (Task Force)

╾ ⏱ Colours (Task Force + OC)

Incorrect Quotes (Task Force)

Laugh a Little Louder

Pokémon! (Task Force + OC)

What's Your Goal? (Task Force)

Events:

Event posts are linked in the master posts for their event. The links here are to the master posts for each event.

Rebirth (#death note reborn) / closed

Death Note Ship & MCR / closed, working on answers

L:

tag: #lei's lawliet

2am

‼️Alcohol (author's pick)

Cake

Cold Pink Cheeks (author's pick)

Detective S/O

╾ “L” is his middle name

Embarrassing Moments

Hair

Lei's L and Matsu Thoughts

Let's Try a Massage

Little Kitten

Platypus Part I and Part II

Reader with Chronic Motor Tics

Rubbing Noses (author's pick)

Stupid

That's My Voice!

To Hold Your Hand

Trickshots

⏱ Watch Over Me (author's pick)

╾‼️⏱ Yandere

You're Pretty (author's pick)

Light:

2am

Thrifting

To Hold Your Hand

⏱ Watch Over Me (author's pick)

Misa:

2am

Happy Birthday

Little Kitten

╾ ⏱ (kinda) Misa's Character Had So Much Potential

To Hold Your Hand

Matsuda:

Matsuda does interviews! find them under #matsuda interview special or in this list marked with a ⁀➷

Lei's L and Matsu Thoughts

What is My Worth? (author's pick - MATSUDA SONG FOR DN MUSICAL!!)

⁀➷What's Your Goal?

Naomi

Martial Arts

Near:

Embarrassing Moments

Reaction to Trans Male Reader

Reader with Tics

Mello:

Embarrassing Moments

Reaction to Trans Male Reader

Reader with Tics

Matt:

Embarrassing Moments

Headcanons

Beyond Birthday:

Embarrassing Moments

Eyes

‼️of α and β (author's pick) / also on ao3

A:

‼️of α and β (author's pick) / also on ao3

Rie (OC):

Rie is my original character and though she has been inserted into Ohba Tsugumi's Death Note universe, her design, character, and non canon related storyline are all my own original work. Do not steal her design, claim her as your own, or use her for “inspiration” — it's flattering but it often ends up a copy. However, sfw fanart and story cameos of her are always appreciated! character ©lawlietscaramels , ©dailyreine , ©riexliet 2023—2024.

tag: #desunorie

Aliases

⏱⏱ First Draft

Interview

⏱ Introduction

Real Name

Terrible & Terrifying

Thoughts (Rie & Light)

Extra (small) stuff on @dailyreine 🩷

my writing tag is #lei writes. Comment or DM to be added to a taglist (character/s, headcanon format, anything).

╾ ART

All of my art is my own original work. Do not repost (reblogs are fine, no posting on other sites without explicit permission), claim as your own work, edit or trace, copy, use for ai, “fix,” or use unethically. All the below works are ©lawlietscaramels , ©dailyreine , ©riexliet 2023—2024

surprise! bonus section! I also do art (mostly of Rie but maybe I'll do canon characters, you can send requests for art too but they'll take longer). Without anything in ()s, it's just Rie. tag is #lei draws.

A + B

assorted sketches (L, B + Rie)

badges (Main Trio + Rie)

just an eye

hands trend

m&ms (Wammy's kids, edit, not my art)

‼️ mcr (L + Rie - BLOOD)

scarf in the snow (L + Rie)

valentines (L + Rie, bonus Mello and Matt)

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

I'll organise further sometime in the future :)

[froggos-are-superior]

I was not as upset at L's death as I was at Matt's and Mello's. Like COME ON GUYS let the chaotic bisexual icon and his arsonist mafia boyfriend live their lives

[chuulyssa]

“ready for our date yet?”

“shut up,” you replied. “it’s only mcdonalds.”

“it’s a mcdonalds date!”

“no, it’s not. and i have to change,” you said, fully aware that when you bent over to find something to wear from your clothing rack, his eyes were on your curves, his jaw clenched, and his lips drawn into a little smirk.

DAZAI GOJO vanitas SANJI denji lmaoo ZENITSU miroku JEAN nikolai mello MATT eren TOJI

[cat3ch1sm]

⚰️~ hello, everyone! the Valentine’s Day posting spree resumes. i hope you’re all enjoying it so far. we continue with these death note headcanons- so enjoy! <33

also ik it’s not v-day anymore but expect me to post for all the fandoms because i want yall to be fed. accept it🤨

gn!reader (although reader is called “pretty” in mello’s), slight nsfw

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 <𝟑

ft. light, l, older!near, mello, matt, misa, mikami

'*•.¸♡ 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ♡¸.•*'

he notices your face flush right off, even though you try to hide it. light’s actually noticed it a couple of times-even when he gives you the smallest compliment, your cheeks turn pink.

“you really fluster easily… don’t you?”

light honestly thinks it’s endearing. and while he’s subtle about it, he enjoys flustering you whenever he can just to see your face turn that adorable shade of red.

˚ ◌༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ 𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭˚ ◌༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ

l also instantly catches it when your cheeks heat up. he knows it’s a pretty normal reaction when anyone gets a flattering compliment, but for some reason with you, l relishes in it a lot more. he’ll purposely compliment you again just to see you blush a second time.

“there’s that blush again… is it really that easy to fluster you, y/n?”

and of course, you just get embarrassed all over again.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫

tilts his head in confusion when he sees you trying to cover up your face after he gives you a compliment. soon, though, near grasps what’s actually happening. he thinks it’s actually really cute, and will force your hands away from your face so he can get a good look at you.

“there’s no need to be shy, y/n- let me see your face.”

●∘◦❀◦∘● 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 ●∘◦❀◦∘●

will absolutely jump all over it and tease you relentlessly. he will lean in really close and take your wrists in both his hands to keep you from hiding your face. mello just enjoys knowing that he alone can make you get all shy and red-faced, and he’ll do it as much as possible just to watch you squirm about.

“hm? are you blushing, y/n? well, don’t bother hiding it, pretty- i wanna see your adorable face when you’re all flustered like this.”

◆:*:◇:*: 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 ◆:*:◇:*:◆

like mello, he’ll also jump all over it- he adores seeing how nervous you get around him when he compliments you. and when he touches you, you become even more of a mess- so he’ll do both things as much as possible relentlessly to see the expression on your face.

“aw… you’re totally blushing right now! don’t worry, sweetheart, it’s cute.”

⁺˚*･༓☾𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

thinks you look so, so adorable when you’re all shy. misa will be genuinely confused as to why you’re trying to hide your face and move your hands so she can see you. expect lots of butterfly kisses all over your flushed cheeks because she simply cannot get over you.

“wow, did i really fluster you that much? you look so cute like this!”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢 *ੈ✩‧₊˚

can’t stop looking at you and the way your hands come up to cover your flushed face. mikami thinks you look so enchanting like this, sort of like a fairy. at the same time, he loves flattering you with extra sappy compliments so he can see the precious way color floods your cheeks.

“oh, darling- how i love to watch you squirm about like this. you’re so lovely when you blush.”

[mizzmellos]

this is an old fandom joke atp but. if you haven't watched the music video for madonna's "jump" please do so immediately.

[satorusluver]

Matt pining over fellow Wammy kid reader lives rent free in my head.

Matt, who is one of your oldest friends. The two of you stuck to each other like glue through the hell that was growing up at Wammy's House. Even more so after Mello ran way, leaving what had been your (sometimes tumultuous) trio of friendship behind.

Matt, who followed you to America like a lost puppy the moment he graduated from Wammy's because where you are is what feels like home to him. He may have lost out on the L succession, but he wasn't going to lose you too.

Matt, who is more than just your roommate - he's your found family.

Matt, whose smile falters ever so slightly when you tell him he's the closest thing you've ever had to a brother.

Matt, who you suspect has feelings for you that are more than platonic. You have for years now; it's hard to miss the way he looks at you like you hung the moon in the sky. But you're both the only constant the other has in this world, and both of you are afraid to take that step and risk losing that bond. So you don't dare ask him, and he doesn't dare tell you - even as the lines between platonic and romantic are slowly becoming blurred.

[jazzy-a]

Oh my God...

You know how BB was "back up" at Wammy's and A was "alternate"?

Does that mean ALL the successors' names had some awful conotation???

Near (N) is "next"

Mello (M) is "most likely"

Matt (m) is "maybe" hahaha hahaha