#watari x reader

[ferigrievous]

attractive things they do ; seijoh ver . ⋆˚࿔

oikawa ; talks with his hand. always moving them. even does that thing where he throws his arm across the passenger seat when backing up. doesn’t realize it, but half the time you’re watching his hands instead of listening to what he’s saying.

iwaizumi ; never lets anyone do anything if he can help it. could be something like undoing the net at the end of practice, or grabbing extra tissues at a restaurant. if he is able to, he’s going to do it himself. even if its from a ‘if you want it done right, do it yourself’ way of thinking, its still attractive how polite and otherwise selfless he is.

matsukawa ; texts back in voice memos. mentioned this in my mattsun hc post, but he basically never types. always sends long ass one to two minute voice messages, and half of it is just him thinking about what he was going to say.

hanamaki ; remembers your playlist order. he’ll ask you why you switched your number three and number five song like its the normalest thing in the world, and will go ‘fix’ it himself instead of waiting for an answer.

kyotani ; follows the sidewalk rule. used to do it because he believed it was his ‘job’ as a man, or as an elder brother and cousin, but ended up doing it so much that he does it with every single person. if they dont automatically follow what he’s doing, he’ll physically move them to the other side wordlessly.

yahaba ; always reads the instructions. he has to read the instructions out loud, then explain  them, even if no one asked.it’s endearing in a control freak kind of way. that one person you know will always know what theyre doing, even if he doesnt like it.

kunimi ; falls asleep within seconds. you’ll get up to use the bathroom and he’ll wake up, have a full, conscious, conversation with you about what youre going to have for breakfast, and be asleep before you can even get to the door.

kindaichi ; checks if your cold. just sort of looks at you, then shrugs off his jacket and drops it in your lap without a word. acts like he didn’t even notice you were shivering. if you try to give it back, he’ll just shake his head and mumble something about how you probably need it more.

watari ; always sits on the floor. no matter where he is. within reason, of course. will not do this in a formal event. says it helps him stretch, but you know its because he wants someone else who needs it more to have it.

[noorpersona]

Managerial Duties: Aoba Johsai

Aoba Johsai’s volleyball team was many things—talented, competitive, and, above all, nosy. But when it came to you, their manager, they had collectively accepted one simple fact: you lived in oversized, comfortable clothing.

Baggy sweatpants, hoodies, loose athletic shirts—if it wasn’t designed for maximum comfort, you didn’t wear it. Even during official team meetings outside of school, you opted for relaxed attire: a sweatshirt over leggings, sneakers, and maybe a jacket if it was cold. It wasn’t that you disliked fashion, exactly. You just didn’t see the need to dress up for them.

So when you casually mentioned you had to leave practice early for a family event, no one thought much of it.

"Skipping out on us?" Oikawa teased, tossing a volleyball in the air as you packed up your clipboard. "And here I thought we were your favorite people in the world."

"You’re absolutely not," you deadpanned, adjusting the strap on your bag.

"What’s the occasion?" Iwaizumi asked, more genuinely curious.

"Wedding," you muttered. "Family thing. My parents are making me go."

Matsukawa, stretching lazily, smirked. "That why you’re sneaking off?"

"Something like that," you grumbled, crossing your arms. "They’re making me wear this stupid dress. It’s all tight and uncomfortable, and the shoes are even worse. Who the hell decided that formalwear should be painful?"

Hanamaki raised an eyebrow. "What’s it look like?"

You groaned, already dreading the memory of trying it on. "It’s one of those straight-jacket ones that make you feel like you can’t breathe. Apparently, looking ‘put together’ is more important than basic human comfort. I swear, my mom picked this just to torture me."

"Sounds fancy," Watari mused.

"Sounds awful," you corrected. "I’m gonna suffer through this thing and then burn it the second I get home."

"Bet you’ll look nice, though," Kindaichi added hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You gave him a deadpan look. "If you call suffering looking nice, sure. Anyway, I’ll see you guys at the next practice. Don’t destroy the gym while I’m gone."

"No promises!" Hanamaki called as you walked off.

That was the end of it.

Practice was still in full swing when you stepped back into the gym, freshly changed and already regretting every single life choice that had led you to this moment. You had only come back because you’d stupidly left your phone on the bench, a mistake that now seemed far worse than just being phoneless for a few hours. The team was scattered across the court, finishing up drills and cooldowns, their chatter filling the space as they moved around. You had hoped—prayed, even—that you could slip in, grab your phone, and leave unnoticed. But fate, as always, was cruel.

Then you stepped forward.

And the entire gym stopped dead in its tracks.

Oikawa, who had been mid-sentence, visibly choked. His water bottle slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor.

"Holy shit," Matsukawa whispered, not even trying to be subtle.

Iwaizumi, caught off guard, blinked hard, as if his brain needed an extra second to process what was happening. Yahaba, who had been chatting with Kunimi, turned so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash, mouth opening but no words coming out. Kunimi, usually too lazy to react to anything, actually paused, his usual indifferent stare slightly wider than normal.

Even Kyotani, who rarely paid attention to anything that wasn’t volleyball or fighting, furrowed his brows, looking between you and the rest of the team like he had just walked into some elaborate prank. After a long pause, he finally muttered, "Why do you look like that?"

You shifted uncomfortably, hating every second of this. "My God. Can you guys stop staring?"

"We can’t," Watari blurted, sounding just as shocked as the rest.

Because, for the first time since they had met you, you weren’t wearing your usual baggy, oversized clothing. You weren’t hidden under loose layers of fabric that swallowed your frame. No, today, you had been dressed by your mother, which meant you were in something far more… put together.

The dress was sleek and form-fitting, something you never would have picked for yourself. The fabric hugged your silhouette in a way that felt unfamiliar, and you had spent the entire night feeling like you were playing dress-up in someone else’s clothes. To make matters worse, your mother had insisted on makeup—subtle, but noticeable enough to make you feel even less like yourself. The heels were even worse—unsteady, impractical, and making you curse whoever thought fancy shoes should hurt.

"Why—how—what?!" Kindaichi, who had been stretching, nearly tipped over from shock.

"Is that you?" Hanamaki added, pointing unnecessarily.

"No," you deadpanned. "I’m an imposter. The real me is at the wedding, plotting my escape."

"Hah—seriously, though! You clean up nice," Matsukawa mused, looking you up and down with a smirk. "Didn’t know you had it in you."

"No one did," Yahaba muttered, still looking at you like you had just shapeshifted before his eyes. "What the hell."

"I don’t," you grumbled, adjusting the hem of the dress uncomfortably. "My parents picked this out. Not my choice."

"Your parents should pick your outfits more often," Oikawa said before immediately ducking as Iwaizumi chucked a towel at his head.

Kunimi let out a short exhale. "So that’s what was under all those sweatpants. Huh."

Kyotani just grunted, arms crossed. "Tch. Whatever. Doesn’t change anything." But the way he kept glancing at you said otherwise.

"And that’s why I dress the way I do," you huffed.

Sensing your growing discomfort, Iwaizumi sighed, running a hand down his face. "Alright, that’s enough. Stop freaking out."

"I am freaking out," Oikawa retorted. "This is earth-shattering news."

"You’re an idiot," Iwaizumi muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You love me," Oikawa shot back, undeterred.

"I don’t," Iwaizumi deadpanned.

You exhaled, already exhausted. "Okay, I’m leaving now. If anyone makes another comment, I swear I’m quitting this team."

"No, wait!" Oikawa called. "Just one picture—"

You shot him a withering glare that promised pain if he continued that sentence. He wisely shut up.

With that, you turned on your heel and left, still muttering under your breath about hating dresses, hating heels, and how you were never letting your mother pick your outfits again. Behind you, the team was still buzzing, voices overlapping as they tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Matsukawa let out a low whistle. "Damn. We’re never gonna see that again, are we?"

"Nope," Hanamaki sighed. "Should��ve taken that picture."

"So we had a hot manager this whole time?" Yahaba muttered, still looking at where you stood like he was processing a cosmic revelation.

Oikawa, arms crossed, hummed thoughtfully. "Iwa-chan, do you think we could convince her to dress up again?"

Iwaizumi didn’t even hesitate. "No."

[pennyblossom-meta]

Do you believe L would prefer to be with someone who is smart academic wise or some other brainy smart or would he not mind someone who is “average” but has something outside of academics they may excel at? (history, cooking, art, baking, sports etc)

Hi there anon! Thanks for question. I've actually theorised about this exact topic a couple of times before, and I might actually have an unorthodox opinion about it. But before I start my analysis, I would like to refer you to a few metas that I personally find extremely compelling and which have also shaped my view of L.

Toxic love, by @lunalit-river

An analysis on L's monster speech by lux-mea-lex (lots of great metas in their livejournal)

A short interpretation of the monster speech by @lawlightautismtruther (also check the debate on that one, it's very interesting to see the different opinions across the fandom)

How L and Light judge each other and other people

Just about most of @my-one-true-l 's metas about L, like this one and this one about L's flaws.

@43501 has a great meta about L in a relationship which I agree with wholeheartedly.

Apologies in advance for the length in this rant of mine. I like to analyse L from different angles, as you might've guessed 😛

Short answer:

I think L would appreciate someone who makes an effort to meet him where he's at and accepts him for who he is. Someone he can have a conversation with, but is ultimately kind and trustworthy. These two qualities would be to L like a lifeline, because it's something he's missing on an intimate level. While Watari is loyal to him and cares about his well being, these are different types of relationships.

>>>>>Long answer under the cut

So, one of the things I find that helps me when looking at L from this romantic perspective is to search for clues across canon (manga, anime) and the expanded universe (L:CtW, LA:BB, drama, Spiraling Trap, etc) that explain what's going on in his head and, most importantly, what makes him interested in people.

As per your question:

Do you believe L would prefer to be with someone who is smart academic wise or some other brainy smart or would he not mind someone who is “average” but has something outside of academics they may excel at? (history, cooking, art, baking, sports etc)

Let's approach this in two parts. If we were analysing this from a relationship POV, whether romantic or platonic, I can see two major interpretations:

(Chapter 20: First move) Here's a screenshot of L losing a tennis match to Light. Makes him less daunting, doesn't it? To know even L can lose at not-so-mundane-but-still-quite-normal things he's supposed to be great at.

01: The intellectual allure vs a supportive SO

There's oceans of difference between being a genius and someone who can give L support and companionship, despite not speaking the same "language". This would not be too dissimilar to couples with wildly different career paths (ex: a nurse and a software developer) who meet halfway and actively choose to understand each other. It has to do with common goals and values, your life project together.

Love is something you choose every day. Staying in a long-term relationship is choosing to be vulnerable and to share your life with someone you find kinship with. Unorthodox L may be, but as Fu Takahashi (who plays L in the 2020 musical) said:

(...) despite his superficial image as a smart guy who hates losing, he actually feels lonely and needs affection, I imagine (...) He tries to control his emotions, like the feelings towards his parents, or romantic feelings; that’s why he is sort of dependent on games or battles of the mind.

The above quote is super important, in my opinion, considering how difficult it is to pin down L's true personality. If we go by Spiraling Trap terms, he falls for a main character who pays attention to his (dessert) needs and makes him feel 'seen'. Taken cared of. Someone who is genuinely kind to him and wants to do him a good turn because they care about him. We can extrapolate that this is, perhaps, due to his isolationist tendencies and lack of meaningful contact with the sort who take time to want to know the true L and what he likes. To that kind of person, L isn't just the world's greatest detective or a machine, lacking human emotion --- that person acknowledges that he has feelings, likes and dislikes, and isn't malicious towards him.

Consider that L lies a lot. He'd lie twice saying "good morning" if it suited him, which makes for an unhealthy dynamic. However, for those he truly cares about, I believe he would be far more careful to safeguard the few genuine connections he has in life and thus try to curb some bad behaviours to the best of his ability.

I believe @43501 put it best when they mentioned how L would prefer an [educated, clever partner] but that he'd be drawn to people who are [interesting and offbeat]. I would argue this doesn't mean a double PhD level of intelligence, but rather someone who is curious about the world, who talks to him like an equal (i.e., not as if he's superior or inferior to them). There would need to be something to that person that made them unique to L --- but uniqueness in the context of someone who suppresses their emotions so strongly, and would find themselves to be starving for affection once they found that source of comfort and support, I believe that uniqueness could be kindness.

Accept the man despite his quirks and flaws, in all his intensity, and I believe it would be impossible for L to be indifferent to that kind of genuine devotion. After all, he's been without all his life and likely never thought he'd find it. It's possible that, in his loneliness, a part of him even thought himself to be above such things, but what a tumble it would be, for L to find that he's a man dying of thirst.

...

Now, in manga canon (and throughout the source material closest to it), L and Light find a degree of interest in each other for how similar they are in intellect. This creates a connection, even respect between the two, allowing them to see beyond each other's mask. It's thrilling, a cat and mouse game which they arguably become addicted to. Once L dies, Light even muses how Near is lacking by comparison, undeserving.

However, if we go by what V13:HTR says regarding their relationship, then L does think quite poorly of Light beyond their matching intellect. This is more or less explicit in a couple of scenes in the manga and anime where L muses about how much Light talks, how cheesy he is with his faux morality, putting up an act.

No matter L's interest in the game with Light, he doesn't trust him. Trust is paramount to build a healthy relationship. Theirs would be a toxic, petty relationship standing on foundations of distrust, and a thirst for constant competition.

From this perspective, L arguably wouldn't be in love, but stuck in an addictive powerplay. Very engaging to read about; certainly challenging (and interesting!) to write — but not so good to live through. The best case scenario I can see for such a relationship would be something like the series Vicious with Sir Ian McKellen and Derek Jacobi, in which they settle into a constant clash of snark.

I talk here about the prospect of L being 'out of balance' emotionally, which makes him dive into games of the mind to distract himself from his burdens.

02. Appreciation for another type of individual, the average...Sam?

(Chapter 21: Duplicity) Added this one here because this exchange always makes me chuckle.

I'd like to focus on the 2015 drama to establish a parallel with this 'average' Sam concept.

In this adaptation, Light is far more 'normal' than in any other. He diverges from his original canon self in various ways, though the most interesting for me was how the drama tried to show what Light, as a regular young adult, could be if he wasn't an extreme genius, a perfect guy in the eyes of society --- and how this shift would contrast with L.

Drama Light:

Goes to concerts

Is a fanboy

Is clumsy

Gets bullied

He's not the perfect guy with an immaculate reputation. It brings him further down to the ground, like us common mortals.

Both L and Light found solace and appreciation in the differences of their mindset. A more 'average' Light still managed to connect with L, leading to this scene:

If we consider the drama and then extrapolate a few conclusions from these interactions, we can argue that an 'average' but grounding presence in L's life would do him good. An uber genius might be able to follow L's thought process more easily, but they can still become an issue or more easily turn on him for the intellectual competition and to surpass the world's greatest detective.

...

TLDR; I would argue that an average individual would still be a perfect match for L, perhaps far more than an incredible genius. L would value kindness and care far more than super intellect, especially if he was on the receiving end of this kind of genuine connection.

[jjllmx]

Me when i dont see any Spoke x reader ffs from tokyo override: please watch tokyo override on Netflix

[authorbyfanfics19]

Hey I'd like to ask you something. Could you do some Aoba Johsai x reader head canons of how they'd meet her in person and what they'd think of her?

Why yes! Sure thing. I'll give you headcanons of how Aoba Johsai meets y/n! But there'll be some happy and wholesome timeskip moments and some will be very upsetting!

Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa thought you were really bitchy towards him at the first meeting he had.

But at some stage he later on thought about you in a different way that made him think you aren't that bad.

When on Valentine's day you got a river of letters and cards flowers and chocolates.

He didn't like it very much that you were popular amongst the guys at Aoba Johsai.

Especially with you being a third year both third year guys and second years would confess their love to you.

On the day that he remembered when you and Oikawa met he felt ashamed that he was so rude towards you.

He still blames himself.

Timeskip: You stood there next to your husband. Oikawa now thinks back to the sweet memories the two of you have made before you got engaged.

Iwaizumi Hajime

When you met Iwaizumi things just changed. How did you meet Iwaizumi?

Well it was through Oikawa that you met his childhood friend Iwaizumi Hajime.

It was really sweet of Oikawa to do something like that but later through the months you and him spent together.

You never thought you'd fall for Oikawa.. which broke Iwaizumi's heart.

When you announced that you and Oikawa are now dating, things took a real bad turn for Iwaizumi.

Timeskip: At the end you and Iwaizumi were married for four years and three months, you were pregnant by three months when he was in Japan as the Athletic Trainer of Japan's team.

While you were in Argentina at Tooru's apartment, you were four months pregnant.

Matsukawa Issei

When you met Mattsun, well let's just say you fell in love with him and his brown eyes.

You knew you just had a type of guy with black curly hair and brown eyes.

But how did you meet him?

It was during your second year of middle school your school and his had a camping trip.

You got lost at some point in the middle of the forest, how did that happen?

Well… you were chasing a butterfly and not looking if your friends were with you or if you'd gotten yourself lost.

And you did. You panicked but a guy about a bit taller than you with brown eyes came to find you.

Both Iwaizumi and Oikawa were relieved that he found you.

That was your best memory of him when you both were 12 years old. He still remembers that day you cried in their arms after your mind said you're lost!

Timeskip: You and Issei got married at 22 years old. You were 22 while he was 24 years old, they still joke about how he's two years older than you are.

Hanamaki Takahiro

You just graduated middle school when you both met, your mothers were best friends since elementary school.

How? You both never knew how they were friends at a young age like that.

But you remembered asking your mother and she just smiled at you saying figure it out yourself, love and just left you like ???? Which you still don't know.

Then you both got close when you were introduced to him at 3 years old.

You both don't really remember meeting at the age of 3 your mothers do.

Timeskip: Still to this day you both are now the most laughable married couple ever. Everyone thinks when they see you both around that you're the one who's joking with your husband.

When it's Hanamaki all along since you're about five months pregnant with your first child with him.

Yahaba Shigeru

How did you and Yahaba meet?

Well.. at a training camp you both met there.

It's a long story.. Aoba Johsai's setters in training went to this second year setter only training camp and you were there.

Later on, Yahaba had occasional private conversations with you when you weren't busy filling water bottles up for them.

But there is one thing that you do remember about Yahaba Shigeru and that is when you found him talking to a girl.

A girl that he might be dating soon… turns out you misunderstood the situation that had you crying in his arms.

Timeskip: You and Yahaba have been married for a year now, you're only seven months pregnant with your second child, a girl..

Kyoutani Kentarou

When you met Kyoutani it was an entirely different story to be told. He didn't like it when other second year guys talked to you!

No, no, no! They aren't allowed to talk to his GIRLFRIEND! The two of you have been dating in secret for a year and four months now.

None of his teammates knows about him and their manager dating in secret.

It's only been about three months that they still haven't found out yet.

Timeskip: You and Kyoutani have now a healthy happy marriage, your parents first thought of arranging a marriage for you.

But when he jumped in and said why do you want to do that to your beloved sweet daughter? I love her! Even if she knows that I don't show it through emotions but I show it with actions!

Watari Shinji

Really simple actually! You both met during class time, how though?

Well… you were in your second year and you somehow or not really got in the same class as Watari.

But when you started dating Watari things changed for the both of you.

You and him were always so casual with each other soft touches and sweet kisses were always between you both.

Timeskip: Watari knew that this would happen.. you laid there in bed asleep with another man that wasn't him you're married to another.

Kindaichi Yuutarou

With Kindaichi it wasn't all special. You thought meeting him was good news.

But you did bump into Kageyama during the meet up and got ready to see the match between Karasuno vs. Date Tech.

After the match Kageyama called you over to him to talk, he apologized to you after what he said to you in middle school.

You forgave him and he said about some rumuors of Kidaichi which you were shocked about.

Timeskip: When you confronted Kindaichi he said he doesn't know anything about such rumuors and doesn't know what you're babbling about.

Kunimi Akira

Kunimi knew that between you and him things would go the different way around.

Timeskip: When he saw Kindaichi cheating on you he was baffled and didn't want to tell you that your husband is cheating.

You were only six months pregnant with your daughter but the thing is you didn't tell Kindaichi that your daughter isn't his.

But your daughter has Kunimi's eyes and the color of his eyes.

The day that your daughter Aiko was born, Kindaichi was still cheating.

Kunimi was there through and through from when you announced that you're pregnant up until the changes in your pregnancy until she was born.

Right when you found your husband cheating with two women in your bed with him.

You yelled at him to get out and threw his stuff out with him and the women.

In about a month.. Kunimi got married to you and you let him move in with you.

You're now the happiest woman alive to have such a wonderful caring husband who wouldn't cheat on you ever.

There you go! If you have any other hcs you'd want please send some more to me!!

[liminarystars]

Death Note

♡ Names have the links to their masterlist!

➤ Kira

↳ Yagami, Light

↳ Amane, Misa

↳ Mikami, Teru

↳ Takada, Kiyomi

➤ Japanese Task Force

↳ Aizawa, Shuichi

↳ Mogi, Kanzo

↳ Matsuda, Touta

➤ Wammy's House

↳ Watari

↳ L

↳ Near

↳ Mello

↳ Matt

↳ Beyond Birthday

[gatitties]

'Love' confession

Manager Miniseries

─Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─Summary: you were just trying to help and the team seems to be at the wrong time to hear something stupid

─Warnings: none

11 < 12 > 13

"I'm serious! (Nn) is in love with me."

"What makes you think that, shittikawa?"

The captain acted offended, no one on his team believed that their manager was secretly madly in love with him, they had never seen you express any kind of romantic interest in someone before.

"Who wouldn't fall in love with me?"

"Surely a lot of people..."

Kunimi whispered, vaguely wiping the sweat from his forehead, grabbing his gym bag, glancing sideways as Kindaichi finished changing.

"Besides, remember that she didn't even know you before entering the club."

"Matsukawa is right."

"Of course... but since I'm irresistible, it was inevitable that she fell in love with me."

Iwaizumi punch him again and he complained, insisting that you were crazy in love for him. He was so persistent that ended up convincing them to secretly spy on you, since today was Monday they wouldn't have trainning before lunch, so they would have that time to keep an eye on you.

You always tried to keep a low profile, you were always late, trying not to let anyone notice you enough, you didn't have many friends considered close, but at least you had some trust with your classmates. Since you were very carefree, you didn't mind helping someone who asked, that's why your classmates constantly ask you for some favors, of course they knew when would ask for these, because if you weren't in the mood or were too tired you would politely deny them. And that was exactly what you were doing right now; a favor to a classmate.

"(N) you say it as if it were easy."

"It is?"

You shrugged, stretching out your arms, letting out a yawn, lunchtime was always your nap time to catch up on the sleep you missed at night.

"Could you do it again?"

"Whatever..." you sighed to get into the role of a crazy lover, changing your expression to a more animated one as well as the tone of your voice to a softer one "Oikawa, I love you! would you go out with me?"

There were a few seconds of silence, the girl seemed to analyze the tone of voice, the expression and the gestures that you had made.

"It's just a silly confession of love, don't break your head too much about it."

"It still looks so easy! Surely when you are in front of him you will freeze."

The team who were listening to the conversation from behind the scenes went blank when they heard you two talk about confessing to Oikawa.

"Was that idiot right?"

"I don't believe that (N) is in love with you."

"Yeah, she doesn't deserve that shit."

"You all are so mean"

He complained but everyone fell silent when they saw how you left the classroom, they hid better to continue listening.

"What? I wouldn't freeze confessing."

"Then try to do it."

"What's the point of that? It's you who is in love."

"Aw come on, you can't deny that you like him a little, plus you can always say it was a joke or something… I don't even have the confidence to get close to him."

You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose, you didn't want to be the one to break her illusion, but if she needed you to do it first to give her courage, it wasn't a big deal for you.

The boys were totally speechless, of everyone who could fall in love with Oikawa, did it have to be you? They had grown fond of you and appreciated your small gestures even though you were carefree most of the time, and Oikawa's streak of breakups didn't leave him in a good light.

They wouldn't want a crush to spoil your team relationship because of the captain, even Oikawa was stunned, he had suspicions but this was beyond what he thought and he didn't know how to feel about it.

At lunchtime, minutes later when everyone was in the dining room, you arrived as usual later after a little nap, everyone tensed up when you sat down at the table, you seemed unaware of the environment, too focused on your food, only looked up when you finished eating. You narrowed your eyes to see how everyone was looking at you, then remembered that you had to 'confess', yes you had forgotten.

"Ah, Oikawa I have to tell you something." now the looks were more intense, but you paid attention to the fact that the girl from before was stunned to see how you said it casually as if you were greeting someone "I love you, would you go out with me?"

The team seemed to have died, almost as if their spirits flew above their bodies, before anyone could react, you raised your thumbs in the direction where your classmate.

"(Nn) I-I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I think we're not ready for a relationship, I'm not sure about my feelings right now..."

He dramatically placed one hand on his chest and the other on his forehead, blinking several times, you put on a flat face, erasing all false acting expression.

"Yeah... about that I don't really love you, it was only to teach her how she should confess, a silly dare too."

You pointed out to the second year girl that had asked the favor, that now she was a little embarrassed. When they listened to you, the spirits of the team returned to their bodies, relieved, it already sounded very strange that you were in love with Oikawa.

"So you don't like Oikawa?"

"But we heard-!"

"You should listen better or analyze the context of conversations and not spy on people in the first place."

Their souls came out of their bodies again, embarrassed because despite their attempts, they were caught red-handed, although you didn't care much, seeing their horrified faces at they thought that you liked their captain was incredible besides the complaints from Oikawa for being 'rejected' in a certain way.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Seijoh’s Manager:

HBD Oikawa pt. 2

Seijoh x GN! Manager

Warnings: swearing, violence threatened against Oikawa

AN: felt like I could add a little more to Oikawa’s birthday group chat 😌

[terarria-sunflower]

very un-fire emblem, but since ao3 is down here's some L death note headcanons I was debating posting, hopefully they will benefit the masses in this time of hardship

L and how he thinks about romance:

(tw for slight sexual references and short icky behavior from an unnamed non-canon character but no non con, could be dub con)

- he had a couple puppy loves when he was a kid that he fell way too deep into and had break his heart. he just had trouble understanding the natural flow of relationships, and his standing with others who expected him to keep up with them, so he kept getting left behind

- he's obviously bisexual

- and i think he had a brief thing with another boy when he was an early teen and living at the orphanage

- probably the kind of thing where he felt like he had found his soul mate, and they spent lots of time together trying to make up for how starved for love their lives had been at Whammy's, and then eventually the other boy started to become disgusted with the system, and with L because he was so integral to it the older he got, and neither of them understood any of that, and the other boy broke up with him very unkindly and vanished all in the span of about a week

- L is a little wiser to what was going on behind the scenes now, but even if he had the full explanation, the pain was just so acute, and echoed his recurring experience with abandonment so that thinking about it just solidifies a belief that he's unlovable

- i think when he got into his later teens at the orphanage and started to have a bit of freedom to wander around unsupervised, he also had a brief relationship with an American girl who was on vacation in the area

- and by brief i mean the literal one week that she was in Britain

- she was a bit older than him, almost enough to be icky and certainly old enough to know better than to play with an obviously vulnerable young boy

- she was bored and on vacation so she decided to use him, and again he was totally smitten, poor thing was still just so desperate for companionship that he didn't question a good thing

- he is a genius, but his emotional intelligence just developed slowly cause of trauma:/

- she manipulated him into being physical with her the day before she went home in an alley near the orphanage. they didn't have penetrative sex but they got pretty well acquainted

- she left him immediately after and didn't come back to say goodbye.

- that experience was where his trust allowance ran out, and a few years later after he and Watari began moving around the world, the time and the physical separation from where he grew up helped him understand not to blame himself

- it's actually really lucky that he became a career law enforcer, because it gave him the needed exposure to how much other people straight up suck, and saved him from a lifetime of self-hatred

- his theme is really being self sustainable

- he doesn't have any qualms about his personal worth

- but he also doesn't think he's good enough for other people, so he's learned to live totally without them

- Watari is the exception, because L knows that their relationship is based on Watari needing him for his talent, and he can know quantifiably that he's good enough for that

- i think romance is something he craves even if the lack of it doesn't torture him, but he is truly and literally waiting for the stars to align in the person he chooses; it's something he will never take a risk on again (cough why I'm anti-Lawlight although no disrespect to the ship or it's shippers at all it's just not for me!)

- attraction is easy! he just doesn't trust it a bit.

- his end-game would have to be someone who's known him and Watari for quite a while, who Watari likes, and who has stayed around long enough that their only possible motivation for wanting him can be- well, wanting him

- but once he's found the right one, and he's safe with them, I think he'd be eager to participate in surprisingly traditional romantic gestures, and a good communicator.

- he's awkward as we know, but when comfortable with the person he loves, i think that awkwardness turns into endearing, just non-current mannerisms. like, he's a big kiss his partner's hand kinda guy, which isn't that weird or outdated really but he does it with the intent and reverence with which a knight kisses the hand of a court lady, and he does it because he's gathered his most complete pictures of romance from books and from old movies that i'm sure Watari has made him watch

- 10/10, perfect baby angel of a man, the geneva war crimes are a part of him and I'VE decided they're funny

[vanrouchu]

trick or treat!

— rouge, adel, and merryrose

— ROUGE

If Rouge was being honest, he didn't know if dressing up as a prisoner for Halloween was the brightest idea considering the fact that he's knee-deep in debt. The black and white clothes earned him a few comments along the lines of: trying out your new outfit already?

To which he would respond with: "Does it look good on me?"

Still, he thought it was a convenient outfit that he threw together last minute—turning one of his collars into a chained one was easy enough with the help of a little magic. The other chains wrapped around his wrists, however, he decided to borrow from former drinking buddies.

"Sooo… What do you think?" He stuck out his tongue, contorting his expression to mimic a rough criminal. It didn't last long though, he quickly crumbled into a fit of laughter as he threw his hair over his shoulder while shooting you a wink. "Will you give me a treat or do you want me to trick you?"

You laughed at his playful demeanor and his unserious question. He was as carefree as ever, acting as fickle as the wind. You couldn't help but want to paint his expression with something else instead—criminals often have blood on their hands or faces, right?

You thought that red might suit him in this costume. So you took a piece of unwrapped candy, tugged on the chain attached to his collar to pull him down. He looked at you wide-eyed, about to speak as he opened his mouth but you quickly put the candy in his mouth before he could. Your finger lingering on his lips for longer than it should.

"A treat from me."

The blood that rushed to his face in that moment was enough to make you think that it completed his whole look.

— ADEL!

He can't fathom how he let himself get roped into an event completely unrelated to him and his work by Merryrose, no less. He always mentioned that most costumes he would see around this time were terrible attempts that they flaunted around. He told his guild that if he cared a little bit more, he'd make costumes that would outshine everything else.

Unfortunately for him, he didn't have the chance to say anything when he got dragged into the square dressed up like a wolf. Clad in orange and fur—he thought that it was absolutely ridiculous that he let himself wear something like this. The fact that he was wearing ears, too, made it worse.

"What? You're not gonna ask for a treat?" You tilted your head, fighting the urge to tease him endlessly. He threw his head back, sighing and looked at you with tired eyes. No words left his lips but you knew that he was annoyed with you. After all, you were the one who suggested the costume.

"Do you have any idea how ridiculous I look?" He complained, "If I had my way, I'd be looking much more regal than this. Actually, I wouldn't be here in the first place."

You placed your hands on his shoulders, donning a smile as you gave him a light squeeze as a way to soothe his irritable state. "Now, now. You're here so you should make the most out of it! I'd love it if you got into your role and acted like a big bad wolf."

Surely, you said that to tease him but he was feeling spiteful.

He grabbed your wrist—earning a gasp from you—and brought it closer to his mouth. It was fake but he bared his fangs and pressed it gently against your skin as he looked at you with narrowed eyes. It wasn't sharp, it didn't hurt, but it made your heart beat faster than ever.

"If I were to act like a big bad wolf, as you say, then should I gobble you up right here right now?"

He wasn't enjoying himself much but after seeing the expression you made after his little display, he thought to himself that maybe coming down here was worthwhile after all.

— MERRYROSE!

Knowing Merry, he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to go down to the square and extort free candy from the people in town just by dressing up as a wicked witch who loved to curse people who passed by. He got into the role too much with the way he was acting but he enjoyed himself, especially since he managed to get all the candy he wanted.

Finally, it was your turn to fall victim to his favorite question for the night. He cocked his head to the side, shooting you a wink and held up his wicker basket. "Trick or treat?"

"You clearly have enough candy for tonight as is." You shook your head, refusing to give him any candy after seeing how full his basket was. "You should leave more room for the others, you've had your fill."

He frowned, raising an eyebrow in question to your rejection. He was acting like a bratty witch who was denied of something he really wanted—he was getting too into the role when he asked you, "so you're fine with this witch giving you a little trick then?"

"A trick? You really want candy that badly?" You laughed at his question but Merryrose was already taking a few steps towards you with a small mischievous smile decorating his face. You took a few steps back for every step he took until he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him.

"I'll place a curse on you." He leaned in to whisper to your ear, his lips ghosting over your ear. "A curse that'll make you hopelessly in love with me."

Out of embarrassment, you pushed him away and shook your head as you tried to hide your flustered expression. "Stop that! You already know that your curse doesn't work on me."

Merryrose broke character and let out a giggle, shooting you a wide grin before replying. "Yeah, and it should stay that way. I'll make you fall in love with me without the help of stupid curses."

[kitkat13001]

⋆°• ☁︎ 𐙚 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖

>> l lawliet x reader

>> fluff, established relationship

you’re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and being lulled to sleep by the rhythmic clacking of L’s keyboard. 

“you know what i wish?” you muse, watching the light coming off his computer brighten and darken as he flicks between screens. 

“wishing is of little consequence,” he replies, almost automatically. “it won’t change the reality we live in.”

you ignore him. “ryuzaki, you want to know what i wish?”

he sighs, knowing you’ll persist anyway. “what do you wish, my love?”

“i wish that we were in a romance manga,” you tell him, clutching a pillow to your chest and letting your head hang off the side of the bed. “and you’d be just a detective and i’d be just me.”

he’s silent for a moment, taking in your words before he responds. “but i am a detective and you are you. where would this divulge from reality?”

“no one would die, because it’s a romance manga and it’s not that kind of story,” you say with a sigh. “the biggest mystery you’d be solving was how to ask me out and the only crime committed was how you’d stolen my heart—” he almost laughs at that part, “—and we could have a beach episode and montages of cute dates and a christmas special and—” you prattle on, excited merely over the prospect as you list off other fantasies. 

ryuzaki listens as he works, used to this dreamy behavior from you (especially when you’re half asleep like this). your ramblings amuse him. 

“i could take you to the beach,” he muses, eyes wandering in thought. 

“hm?” 

“watari owns several private islands,” he says, wheeling around in his chair to face you. “they’re used for different purposes, mostly as safe houses for emergencies. but i’m sure he wouldn’t mind us staying there on a long weekend.”

“are you being serious, ryuzaki?” you ask after a moment, clutching the edge of the mattress to keep yourself upright. your eyes are big and curious and hold a little ember of hope and giddiness. 

“when am i not serious?” he mumbles in reply, clacking away on his keyboard but unable to hide a small smile. 

you clap in delight, letting out a happy squeal. “oh my god! a private island retreat!”

“it’s nothing fancy,” he insists, turning back to his work, “so don’t go thinking this is some grand occasion.”

“ryuzaki, what about a private island isn’t fancy?!” you reply, clambering off the bed in a hurry. you whirl about the room, darting between the closet and nightstand and dresser. “i have to pack all my swimsuits and summer clothes and oh, my sandals! and my hats and sunglasses!”

“i didn’t say we were going now,” he chides, casting you an incredulous glance as he watches you flit about the room. your manic energy is endearing, if somewhat exasperating. 

you straighten from where you’d been bent over the drawers, grinning and sweeping your hair from your eyes. “ah, you said a long weekend. there’s a holiday next week! if we leave in the next couple days, we can beat most of the travel congestion for the break.”

a small smile manages to overtake him at your spindle of logic. “so you’ve got it all worked out then?”

if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was teasing you

“yes,” you reply indignantly, “now get watari on the phone and tell him i said ‘pretty please with a cherry on top’.”

he huffs with a soft laugh, shaking his head. you aren’t demanding of much, but once you have your sights set on something there’s no stopping you. “very well, my love. i’ll call watari, but that ‘cherry on top’ you mentioned will be for me, accompanied by a significant amount of cake.”

“deal,” you grin, shooing at him to make the call. 

[pennyblossom-meta]

The Ides of April, chapter 06 - Fool (draft, pt 01)

Currently working on pt 01 for chapter 06, it's been a good distraction from work and RL. Still need to start my reviews on the excellent new chapters from fandom friends, apologies for the delay. Needed to get this first part out of my mind before anything else.

I think this is the most 'yandere L' I could possibly write -- which is to say, L is incredibly evasive and uncomfortable to stand next to when he's onto someone and trying to get them to do what he wants. Going by the manga and Another Note, it's very clear that he just rubs people off the wrong way on a first meeting. And given how he tries to keep the Kira case under wraps, he's not doing himself any favours where Anna is concerned, as he keeps annoying her.

Writing these interactions is an exercise in restraint; the only reason why Anna doesn't immediately hex L and Watari is, simply, because of the RuLes. Unfortunately for her, if only L had been a little more open about their actions, she might've caught on that Watari turned off the cameras at the underground parking lot and at the hotel, so it would be entirely feasible for Anna to have Stunned them both, Obliviated their memories and Apparated at her apartment.

Oh well. Now that she's stuck with them for the foreseeable future she'll be forced to interact with L often. If only he would stop being such a gremlin.

And how would you react if L took you 'hostage' for seeing something you shouldn't?

SPOILERS AHEAD

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They were parked at the furthest section of an underground, walled into a miserable structure made out of concrete and lit by artificial lights that went on for miles into the cavernous horizon.

A strangely empty one, Anna thought, lips pursed and eyes narrowed as she inspected their surroundings. Holding onto the headrest behind her, she twisted on her seat to prop herself up on her knees just in time to watch through the back window as an automatic door cut them off from all other traces of civilization — vehicles and people alike, strolling across the lot without a care in the world, how ironic — with a loud thud that unleashed a gust of stale air. 

The hammering inside her chest increased tenfold.

Next to her, someone spoke softly. Anna tore her gaze away from the window, sneering as she found Ryuga’s vacant stare fixed on her, an odd glint in his eyes that she immediately disliked. He opened his mouth to address her, but she didn’t bother to listen. Instead she turned away, her thoughts running wild; in the UK, she’d be allowed to Obliviate and carry on without a hitch — but for all the blasted rules, restrictions and protocols on how to handle Muggles, no one had bothered to introduce her to the basics of lawful procedure in Japan when unlawfully dragged into danger through coercion or omission.

Though perhaps, she reasoned amid a surge of anger and self-pity, it simply hadn’t been necessary before she arrived. Perhaps she’d been the first witch brainless enough in a century or so to fall into this kind of situation. But what had she done wrong? And who were these people?

Doesn't matter, she concluded. Right now, none of it does. Should’ve known better than to ask for help. 

She'd been a fool for ever trusting Muggles.

Anna took a deep breath. The shopkeeper’s words were still burned into her memory: she’d made a spectacle of herself. Mind, if she jeopardized the Statute of Secrecy now without just cause and got caught, she was going to wake up the next day with a gaggle of wizards at her door, telling her to pack her bags and run back to Surrey. Or worse, she’d get arrested on the spot.

Which meant that only one ethical path remained available to her.

But what could be considered just cause? When would she reach the threshold of calamity, so far into danger that she couldn’t do anything but react accordingly to save herself on grounds of reasonable doubt?

I’ll give you one chance, but no more than that. I’ll try to act as a Muggle would — if only because doing otherwise would cause an ordeal of such magnitude that I’m not even remotely prepared to deal with right now.

“This doesn’t look like a police station at all,” she remarked coldly, sinking back into the seat with a grim expression as the leather let out a muffled creak. Her eyes fell on Ryuga's awkward crouch, down to his bare toes and then up to his mane of wild hair. She thought to point out just how poor his manners were but then hesitated, noticing the sorry state of Sarah’s camera, with bits and bobs hanging limp where they probably shouldn’t — and instead settled for a glare. “Curious and curiouser! Or are you going to tell me there's a koban posted at this hotel?”

“Not quite,” Ryuga met her glare without faltering. He was difficult to read, but she got the impression that he’d been bored by her questions. Lazy, he tilted his head towards the driver’s seat. “Are we ready to go up?”

“We are,” said Mister Smith, who fiddled with a piece of Muggle technology she’d never seen before. It made a series of annoying beeps that rang in her ears. 

“Thank you.”

"Wait a second, going up where?" Anna demanded, itching to pull out her wand as she watched Ryuga’s feet slide into the pair of beaten trainers he’d kept under his seat (only very barely in, heels exposed like he couldn’t wait to take them off). She tried to open the door on her side, but it was locked. “Blimey, do you expect me to go along with this — this charade when you won’t even tell me what’s going on?”

He sighed. “As I said before, if you would please settle down. We —”

“No! I will not ‘settle down’,” she all but shouted. Then, swiftly, she flung her suitcase onto the seat, directly in no-man’s-land between herself and Ryuga. As if that would help matters in any way. “If you don’t tell me what I want to know right this instant, I’ll scream for help. Just stop being so bloody evasive and talk to me already.” That ought to do it.

Outside, a big yellow light on the wall blinked.

Ryuga threw her an unimpressed glance over his shoulder as he prepared to hop out into the parking lot. “If only you would listen as much as you talk,” he grunted, pausing for a moment to consider her, the bags under his eyes even darker in the dim light. “Whether you resist or come quietly, the result will be the same. But from this moment on, you are obligated to cooperate with us. Please wait to be let out of the car, we will escort you precisely where you need to go.” A moment of silence hung, tense and obnoxious. Then, he added in a quiet, almost mocking tone that Anna could only define as self-indulgent sarcasm: “Don’t take too long to make up your mind.”

What a complete and utter arse.

“‘Obligated to cooperate with you’? That’s quite the turn,” she spat. “First you lie to me and then try to force me to comply with whatever little plot this is. What makes you think I need to do anything you tell me?”

“You’re in no danger.”

She gaped at him, incredulous. “What the — are you having me on?”

“Since you seem to have made it a habit to jump to conclusions despite all visible efforts to accommodate your predicament, I’m afraid nothing we can do will be enough to convince you otherwise. Suffice to say that, for now, the answer to your question is: because it would be in your best interests to do so,” Ryuga said, and before she could react, he grabbed the handle on her suitcase with a pale, bony hand like a serpent’s, dragging it out. Then, he closed the door without another word.

Anna seethed. Oh, who did this Muggle think he was? 

“I think you need to pick up a dictionary and review what ‘accommodating’ actually means. Something’s not adding up.”

And what did he mean by her ‘predicament’? Apparently lying was not enough — he still had to twist the knife, making it seem as if she was somehow at fault.

As if on cue, Mister Smith left the vehicle and went round the front until he reached her door, opening it with the utmost care. “This way, please,” he said politely. “We must hurry.”

“And why’s that, pray tell,” Anna sneered as she positioned herself to leave the horrid, black vehicle of lies, moving at an almost glacial pace.

“Being contrarian just to prove a point will get you nowhere,” Ryuga said from afar. He dragged his feet towards a metal door and turned the handle. Anna craned her neck to see where it led — to a grey-ish hall, this one with a lift. Outstanding. “Watari, please escort Miss Green inside. And make sure she doesn’t wander off.”

Watari? But —

Anna narrowed her eyes at Ryuga. “Oh, I see it now,” her voice was like acid. “You must feel empathy like other people feel indigestion.”

When neither men deigned to answer her clever quip, Anna took a deep breath to soothe her nerves and then, on trembling legs, hoisted herself up from her seat. She held onto the door for balance and inspected her surroundings more closely; they were alone in what resembled a private parking lot smelling of dust and old tires, perhaps very deep underground. Deeper than she’d be comfortable with, no doubt. Almost like a tomb, made only slightly less macabre by the lack of spiders and undead roaming around. 

Pursing her lips, she tapped her nails on the smooth surface, thinking how she could, hypothetically, get away with a Confundus charm if she was sneaky enough to distract these two by pretending to be, as Ryuga put it, somewhat more ‘cooperative’. Anything short of a full blown fight should be acceptable. But she’d need to be patient, wait for an opportunity to strike.

She turned her gaze towards the older man, Mister Smith, — no, Watari, another lie she’d been caught up in — and saw him cast her an expectant look.

"Perhaps you would rather hold onto my arm, Miss Green?" 

No, not really, Anna thought, biting the inside of her lip. Without a word, she nodded and drew out her hand, slowly, towards Watari's helpful arm. It was warm, the fabric on the vest smooth. She inhaled sharply; it felt like betrayal. 

Heart thumping so loud she was certain it reverberated across the underground, Anna allowed the two men to escort her into the lift without a fuss. She felt Ryuga’s eyes on her even as he stepped inside; like a scarecrow hanging by invisible threads, he stood immediately to her left, curved forward with Sarah’s camera popping out of his pocket, the strap looped around his wrist, holding her suitcase with his other hand. She suddenly felt very small, besieged as she was by the two tall men, unable to even pull out her wand. 

Anna glanced at the floor counter as the lift started ascending, her brows furrowing when it hit number 10, then 15, 16…it went up and up, a never ending journey laced with silence and doubt.

From the corner of her eye, she caught Ryuga’s gaze. He seemed to be studying her intently.

The lights in the lift flickered.

TBC

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As usual, any feedback is appreciated! Do you think L is OOC? How's the pacing?

[oatmealwrites]

Catch Kira, NOT Feelings! Ch. 3

L x Fem!Reader

Previous Part | Ch. 4

Word Count: 7k (hehe)

Tags: slow burn, oblivious, colleagues to lovers?, jealous! L, mentions of arousal, Lawliet POV at end, phone sex?, male erection, masturbation [male receiving], mentioning of female anatomy, MDNI, 18+

Synopsis: You continue the meeting as planed and can't help but wonder how you feel about Ryuzaki. With a brief time skip and another meeting ending in an argument, L can't help the strange feeling that's growing in his chest... and in his pants ;)

Masterlist

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The meeting continues as planned, this time with Light in attendance, and the group discusses the remaining entries in the ‘Second Kira’s Notebook’. Avoiding Aoyama for the time being, Ryuzaki shifts the attention to the Tokyo Dome game mentioned within the page and proposes for Watari to cancel the event and let the police investigate. 

  You sit on the couch uncomfortably, unsure if it’s the strange feeling brewing in your chest from your encounter with Ryuzaki or simply a side effect of chasing down a mass murderer who might just be your friend. Light at your side, you keep your attention on the TV as best as you can given the circumstances.

  “In this note we can see the Second Kira mentioning Shinigami at the Tokyo Dome…”

  Mogi points to the note on the screen and the group nods in agreement, reviewing their own papers and documents for the upcoming events at the arena. Shifting slightly, you resolve to reach forward and grab one of the to-go coffee cups, deciding caffeine might be what you need at this moment. 

  “Here, let me–” Light leans forward before you can reach the table and picks up two sugar packets as well, “–you’ve had a long day of classes.”

  You watch him for a moment before sighing, “So have you though..”

“I guess that’s true… Just let me do this, okay?”

  Light laughs gently at how quickly you sit back and let him make your coffee; remembering the way you always drink it with two sugars. Deftly popping off the lid and pouring in the contents of the packets, Light lets steam emit from the cup before gently passing it to you. 

  “Careful, ok? Wouldn’t want our newest recruit getting out of the task force from some coffee burns.”

“Shut up..” you nudge Light gently enough to not spill the contents and lean down to whisper, “asshole” just out of earshot of his father. 

  Taking the cup and hovering your lips just above the paper rim, you blow the steam back a few times before taking a sip. Throughout the whole exchange Mogi and Matsuda have been conversing about the Tokyo Dome events schedule while Mr. Yagami and Aizawa discuss alerting the arena security and increasing the police presence in the area. Ryuzaki sits watching all three interactions taking place but his eyes linger on the way Light holds himself around you. 

  It makes rational sense, the both of you being well acquainted through years of working for his father, though the interaction leaves L shifting in his seat. The smile on Light’s face is natural, with creases in his eyes as he leans in to make another snarky remark in your ear; the simplicity of it all is what leaves such a sour taste he’s unable to recall in Ryuzaki’s mouth. 

  “Maybe now you won’t look half asleep during the meeting.”

  You take a long sip of coffee and gently kick Light’s shin from next to you on the hotel couch, eyes narrowed at his hushed joke.

  “I’m not tired.”

“Hmm? Then why do you look like that?”

  Like what?

  You move the cup from your lips and shiver as the warm beverage slides down your throat, eyebrows furrowed at Light in confusion before your gaze locks onto Ryuzaki’s. It’s a short connection before you break away feeling as ice had been dumped down your back; from the corner of your eyes you can tell he’s been staring and will continue to.

  “Let’s focus, ok?”

  Mr. Yagami stands and pats Mogi’s shoulder, taking control of the remote and now playing the entire diary’s image once more.

  “This,” he points to the Tokyo Dome phrase once more. “A shinigami? I believe this may be an important reference we cannot overlook. It’s obviously an omen regarding death.. But can we be certain Tokyo Dome is the target for this? Both districts of Aoyama and Shibuya were mentioned in this..”

  The group looks amongst themselves and you turn back to L, watching as he bites the edge of a hangnail on his index finger in thought. Aoyama and the notebooks weren’t supposed to be mentioned for the time being, not until Ryuzaki had deemed it absolutely necessary to inform the rest of the task force of the plan. 

  “For now, yes.” L sits forward and now reaches for a small plate covered in bite-sized fruit tarts “Watari, send a message to the head of the arena’s security to inform them of a potential terrorist attack.”

  Light sits up from the sofa and turns to the man “Shouldn’t we be investigating all of these claims, Ryuzaki? I agree the Tokyo Dome one is important, but it’s way too obvious… we can’t miss this opportunity to catch the Second Kira.”

  His tone is chill and sobering, and you lock eyes with L once more to confirm you were going to keep silent for the time being. 

  “I agree. If we let the Second Kira slip through our fingers and decimate an entire district it would be catastrophic.” Ryuzaki sits back and looks at the entire group, scanning each face. “We’re going to publish this diary on Sakura TV.”

  “What?” Mr. Yagami steps forward with an incredulous shock on his face, “If we publish this, people will react with pandemonium. They’ll live with fear!”

“No– it’s to give each of the local police departments enough time to increase their presence in their respective neighborhoods. Not to mention, give us enough liability to install additional measures.”

  Aizawa stares at L in suspicion. “Additional measures? What do you mean?”

“We can’t install additional CCTV without approval and reasonable suspicion of a threat,” L says, pointing to the television with a crumby index finger. “This is more than enough to justify that. No?”

  Matsuda ‘wows’ in awe at the reasoning while Light remains motionless on the couch thinking everything through. His demeanor is cold and isolated, radiating an energy that makes you subconsciously lean into Mogi who is sitting on the other side of you on the couch. 

  “That’s going to take a lot of manpower, Ryuzaki. Are we equipped to do all of that in such a short time?”

“We don’t have a choice,” you chime in, placing the coffee cup on the table. “If you’d like, I can try and reach out to some old internship colleagues working in Shibuya. Try and see if any additional detectives and officers can cover districts we find more at threat?”

  Mogi nods and begins mentally reviewing the list of people he knows who could also cover any gaps. “I agree. The faster we act on this, the better chance we have of catching them.”

  The group nods in agreement and breaks off into smaller teams in charge of alerting local police, contacting Sakura TV to run the diary, and relaying information back to the NPA about the current plan. Mr. Yagami steps out to a connecting room to make a few phone calls while Matsuda assists Mogi in creating a copy of the diary to send to the station. 

  “Shouldn’t we send someone to investigate these ourselves?”

  Light walks to where you and Ryuzaki have sorted all possible events at the Tokyo Dome, Aoyama, and Shibuya on the respective dates mentioned. You turn to L as do the other members, silently wondering the same thing.

  “Yes, I plan on asking one or two of you to go out and attend one of these events listed…” He continues, looking steadfast at Light, “I haven’t made up my mind quite yet though. Let’s work on the current task for the time being.”

  Light seems relatively unhappy with the response but doesn't push further; he walks back over to Aizawa and assists in drafting messages to different police quarters. You watch him work for a moment before turning back to Ryuzaki who continues sorting event paperwork next to you. 

  The proximity is nearly as close as you both were earlier in the evening, and there’s a slight tremble in your fingers at the increased heart rate in your ribs. He deftly moves and sorts papers back and forth with you, occasionally skimming your fingers with his own; the action is enough to make your ears hot. 

   This is ridiculous. I need to get out this weekend, have a drink, or something. He’s just L… he’s just a guy.

  “I’m going to need you to keep quiet for a bit longer if that’s ok.”

“Hmm? Oh, of course.”

  Continuing to work as naturally as possible, your voices are barely above a whisper to avoid unnecessary attention. The fresh scent of his laundry detergent invades your senses and is so intoxicating you nearly lean in closer to get a larger inhale. 

  Despite being able to work seamlessly with Light, working alongside Ryuzaki isn’t nearly as difficult as people had always alluded to. At nearly every NPA meeting and early police briefings in the Kira case, every detective you worked with scoffed at his name. ‘Unable to work with others’, ‘selfish and conceited’, ‘coldhearted and stoic’ were used more times than you can remember in regard to the man at your side.

  “Here, these may need to be corroborated with the Second Kira’s tapes for syntax.” Ryuzaki gently offers you a section from the diary and transcript from the tapes. “Are you able to complete that within a few days? Or is your course schedule going to get in the way…?”

  “No, I can complete it.”

  You take the evidence and organize it into a pile, admiring the man just inches away from you. Not an ounce of condescenion in his voice, he gives you tasks that genuinely need to be completed and he’s decided to trust you with; taking into account your class schedule, each assignment is neither tedious nor grueling. 

  This is nothing like the stories you had heard, and it’s enough to make you wonder if maybe those overworked detectives at previous meetings had been complaining about someone else. The L at your side is meticulous and competitive, but the way his eyes linger on your lips when waiting for confirmation is gentle and patient.

  “I’ll try and have it done in about two days. Is that ok Ryuzaki?”

“Yes,” he says, peeling his eyes up from your lips and blinking a few times before turning his attention to the documents in his own hands. “Yes, that should be perfect.”

  *******

Two weeks go by seamlessly and you fall into an easy routine between classes and Kira meetings. During lunch breaks, about twice a week, you meet with Light to discuss not only topics regarding the case, but also regular life as students and 20-something-year-olds. It’s as simple as you remember it being when you first started working with his father. The settings are friendly and casual, though less intimate and honest as you remember them being; taking note every time he begins to change his behavior and what exactly was the topic that seemed to be the trigger.

  Working with L has also gotten much easier over the days; Watari picks you up prior to the meeting nearly every day and Ryuzaki has memorized your schedule to call as soon as your seminar finishes to inquire about updates. You report nearly every move, answering when you’ve left home and returned, along with giving him updates on how your paperwork and investigation of Light have been progressing.

  On days when classes end early and you’re at home for lunch, you find yourself stopping by the bakery near your apartment and picking up a dozen earl gray cookies on the way to meetings; remembering the way Ryuzaki seems to perk up when he sees the familiar packaging.  

  It almost feels inappropriate how casual you both have begun to talk to each other; frequent texting that begins to stray just a bit further than completely work related, though they never become too personal. The texts and phone calls that vibrate from the phone L had given you come everyday like clockwork, even on the days where you weren’t scheduled to meet with Light. 

  The routine this Tuesday afternoon is the same as the past two weeks have been: calling Ryuzaki after your evening class has ended and casually relaying a brief update if you had bumped into Light. The wind is cooler today than it has been in months; gripping your jacket tighter, you balance the cardboard wrapping of the biscuits with one finger as you huddle into yourself for warmth. 

  Cars pass by in varying directions as you nod to the steady beat of music playing in your headphones, waiting at the intersection for the familiar black Mercedes to pull up. The leather briefcase slung over your shoulder makes an uncomfortable weight push into the muscle, but the feeling is numbed by another gust of wind and hair being pushed into your face.

  Before you can adjust the flyaways, a familiar car turns at the intersection and flicks on it’s fourway signals before pulling right up to where you stand. The window cracks. “Y/N, I’m here to escort you to headquarters.”

  You giggle at the same line Watari always repeats and slide off your headphones before opening the passenger door and sliding inside. The seat warmers already on, you gently place the box of cookies on the console and sling the heavy bag off your shoulder and onto the floor at your feet.

  “More cookies Y/N? You’re going to have a sweet tooth as large as Ryuzaki.”

“Nah,” you giggle and look out the window at the city lights that have flickered on being to blur by. “I don’t anyone could tie him for that.”

  ******

  “I’m just saying if Sakura TV wants to air that ‘pro-kira’ talk show, they should at least–” Matsuda stands with his arms out to Mogi as if his companion were the one he needed to convince to get his opinion delivered, before turning to you. “Oh– Y/N!”

  You slide your bag at your unspoken offical spot next to the sofa and place the small box of cookies on the table before shimmying out of your coat and smiling at the man. Watari helps you glide it off your other arm before retrieving a hanger and placing it in the small coat closet next to the door as you greet everyone in the room. 

  Ryuzaki is already sitting in his usual spot and watches you intently as you make your rounds before plopping onto the couch in between Mogi and Light; his gaze lingers on the small box of tea-flavor cookies. 

  “Did you ever take ‘Intro to Criminal Psyche’ in undergrad?”

  You turn to Light and raise an eyebrow. “Yea, why?”

“Mmm, I’ve been thinking of missing a few classes to work on the task force assignments a bit more. If you have the notes from when you took it, I’m sure that would suffice to replace the material I miss.”

  You laugh and nudge him, “Wow, ditching class? The number-one student I know has a rebellious side to him after all.”

  Light laughs, though the sound is partially empty of genuine humor. “Of course~, though if it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll just have to actually attend.”

“Let me check my files,” you said, looking over at his dad, who is shaking his head with a sigh from the conversation, “If I still have them saved, you’re more than welcome.”

  The moment Light puts his hand on your shoulder in gratitude, the unfamiliar ugly feeling inside Ryuzaki’s gut begins to grow again. His chest is tight with a frustration he couldn’t quite pinpoint, as if the scene in front of him was wrong; similar to a movie spinoff of a book that wasn’t following the plot correctly. 

  Ryuzaki takes a breath, it doesn’t bother him, it shouldn’t bother him, before turning to the now total members present at the meeting. “Alright, now that Y/N is here, we can continue.”

  The group quiets down and Aizawa stands up, holding a variety of documents and reading through them in summary. “Well the DNA procurement is experiencing some delays; with nearly every available agent and officer dispatched to the Second Kira diary locations, the lab is running on a time lag.”

  You hum and turn to Watari to take a coffee from the tray he brings around, not bothering to reach for sugar as he’s been preparing it to the exact sweetness you prefer for nearly two weeks now. 

  “There’s also the issue of Shibuya and Aoyama.” Aizawa flips through to another page and  sighs, “We’ve been able to dispatch any colleagues Y/N knows around the Shibuya main entry points, but Aoyama is still more understaffed than I think it should be.”

  “Even if we agreed Tokyo Dome was the priority?” Matsuda questions.

  “Mr. Yagami, have all the CCTV we’ve requested been installed within the district's limits already?”

  Mr. Yagami turns to Ryuzaki and scans through a few documents before nodding, “Yes, they’ve been successfully placed in all the main access points and intersections you’ve requested. Local police also confirm increased presence there on the days leading up to and following our recommendation.”

  You turn to Ryuzaki and wonder the same question everyone has been considering for the past few weeks: who was he going to choose to send? Keeping quiet over the past two weeks wasn’t exactly easy, nearly every meeting contained Light protesting the decision to focus too heavily on the Tokyo Dome and pushing back even more when L refused to further explain his decision. 

  Ryuzaki takes a long moment to consider, idly placing sugar cube after sugar cube into his tea cup and not bothering to look up. A gentle breeze from the open windows pushes his hair to tickle his cheekbones and you instinctively shiver at the drop in temperature. Opening the window for fresh air was a common recurrence, but you couldn’t help but tense at the chill air that always nipped at your skin. Before Light can glance over and offer you his jacket, Watari walks over to the hotel linen closet to retrieve a throw blanket and passes it to you.

  Additional stocked bedding wasn’t unusual considering the amount of times members have spent the night in the suite, but the smaller plush throw blankets that seemed to perfectly warm you back up seemed to appear only about a week ago. 

  “I’ve made a decision on who I want to attend Aoyama, and I want it known that if either party feels too uncomfortable, we can renegotiate.”

  You lean in, similar to the rest of the members and hang on to every word. “Light, I’d like you to walk the streets of Aoyama on the date we’ve previously decided. Matsuda, please accompany him.”

  What?

  You stay frozen in confusion at Ryuzaki’s announcement while Mr. Yagami immediately stands up in protest.

  “I’m not sending my son to the front lines! First you accuse him of being Kira and now you want him to be killed by the Second one?”

“Dad–!” Light stands up to argue with his father, “You don’t get to make that decision for me.”

  I’m not going?

  You look up to look at Ryuzaki who was glancing over at the two men arguing and making no effort to make eye contact with you. He sips his tea and stares indifferently at the spectacle in front of him, occasionally reaching down to grab a cookie you brought.

  Despite working with him on the Aoyama plan during meeting breaks in secret, confirming through texts that Light was still unaware of said plan, and even staying later nights to work out any kinks…. he didn’t pick you. 

  A pang of hurt and nearly anger washes over you as the decision sinks in. The two men arguing over the coffee table now a million worlds away, an ugly feeling tightens in your chest. Had you not proven you were skilled enough to take on a challenge like this? Was all he saw in you was an errand-girl who could watch Light on campus so he didn’t have to?

  You look up at Matsuda who was now trying to calm down the chief, and furrow your eyebrows into a sharp ‘V’ formation. No, even the role of babysitting Light was forfeited from you. It’s impossible to focus and the atmosphere is nearly suffocating as jealousy courses hot through your veins.

  “Alright, I’d like to further explain the plan before you two go any further,” says Ryuzaki, standing up and placing one foot on the coffee table for balance to grab the remote and flip to the details of Aoyama.

  “The diary entry in this event mentions meeting with friends on the streets of Aoyama, a needle in a haystack considering the population density.” He tilts his head to side and continues flipping. “However, there’s a strong chance it’ll come down to just two people: Kira and the Second Kira. At least one of which, we will assume is student age; high school or higher education.”

  “So this is another example of accusing Light? Because he fits the age group demographic?”

“Mr. Yagami, please hold all your questions until I’ve finished.”

  Ryuzaki takes a metal teaspoon between his lips while he talks, “Aoyama is a wealthy neighborhood and a fashion hotspot, most likely a place to be recommended by a young woman. Please keep this in mind while observing pairs of people.”

  Still annoyed by the plan you helped decide on, you can’t help but notice the strange thin smile on Light’s lips as he watches the presentation unfold. Despite his father trying his hardest to prove his innocence, Light doesn’t seem the least bit stressed by the accusation; he’s nearly humming with excitement while you sulk on the sofa. 

  “Alright Light! Just you and me doing some fieldwork, sounds like it’ll be fun!”

Aizawa smacks Matsuda on the side of the head. “This isn’t a field trip to go shopping and eat at cafes! Both you and Light are placing your lives on the line.”

  Matsuda deflates back onto the mirroring couch in defeat while Mr. Yagami remains staring between his son and Ryuzaki.

  “Are you sure about this? Light– I don't want him to make you look more guilty when you’re not.”

“Then let me go! If I can find the Second Kira– it’ll only help me clear my name.”

  Light’s tone is demanding despite pleading with his father for approval in attending the mission. Even while slightly pissed off, you recognize it to be the same uncomfortable aura from your first lunch ‘date’ a few weeks ago. 

  No notebooks…?

  Remembering the aspect of ‘notebooks’ being an important aspect of revealing the Second Kira, you turn to Ryuzaki who has now finally returned eye contact. Scrunching your brows in confusion at his lack of complete clarity, L gives a short nod ‘no’ before returning his attention back to the father-son duo.

“Is this plan alright with everyone? Anyone not going to Aoyama will have different monitoring tasks during these events so please ensure your availability.”

  Mogi and Aizawa nod as Mr. Yagami sits back down in defeat and Light gives a solid statement of his own approval. Matsuda hums in excitement across from you and you sit on the couch with arms crossed and scowling into the space of the corner of the room. 

  “Alright then, let’s continue with some specifics for how this will all play out.”

  *********

  A sour taste remains in your mouth for the rest of the meeting as you listen to the plan you helped come up with be delegated to other members. Aizawa and you will be in charge of monitoring CCTV at the headquarters alongside Ryuzaki while Mogi and Mr. Yagami are on standby duty at Sakura TV in case of a break through.

  At the usual late hour, the meeting is concluded and you take your time packing up your things as members slowly trickle home. Matsuda stretches and holds the door open for the Yagamis before exiting and leaving you in the room with L and Watari.

  “Ryuzaki… can I speak with you?”

  L looks up from handing Watari his empty teacup and nods once, “I assumed you wanted to speak, you usually pack up much quicker most evenings.”

  Any other time the comment might’ve made your heart rate pick up at his attentiveness to your habits, but this time your heart remains heavy in your chest. Following him into the bedroom as usual, when the door clicks shut the only thing you can do is stand awkwardly in silence.

  Hands wet with sweat, you tug at the straps of your briefcase bag and wondering where to even begin.

  “Something is bothering you. I can tell.”

  Ryuzaki leans against the side of the bedframe casually and stares at your face patiently, showing no signs of fatigue despite the late hour. 

  You sigh once and take a step forward. “Why didn’t you choose me for Aoyama?”

  L watches you for an additional second and closes his eyes for a moment. “I figured that's what you were gonna ask.”

“So… why didn’t you?”

  Ryuzaki shrugs and looks off to the messy desk at the side of the room, twitching once as the analog clock on the wall ticks away in the deafening silence.

  “I figured Light and Matsuda were the best for the task. That’s it.”

  That’s it?

  You grip your bag tighter, sinking your nails into the leather, and can feel the anger from earlier beginning to seep out, “What do you mean? Haven’t I worked hard to prove you can trust me? That I would be great for this position?”

“Of course I trust you, but that has nothing to do with this.”

  You furrow your brows, growing impatient as he speaks to you as if it were obvious. “What do you mean? I’ve been helping you come up with this plan and been watching Light this whole time… so why is it different?”

“Did you feel entitled to it? Is that why you’re upset?”

  You wince and take a step back, embarrassment mixing into the defensive that began building.

  Ryuzaki watches your expression and continues, “Matsuda will do just fine watching Light, I’ve already spoken to him privately about it. The other members on this task force are accomplished and determined. Just because you’ve been a great help in conducting this plan doesn’t mean you’re the best person to execute it.”

  Your throat feels tight as his words, and humiliation begins to sink in as he speaks. 

  Of course, other members are veterans at this and you’re still under the position of an ‘intern’ for Mr. Yagami. It’s fucking embarrassing how worked up I’ve become…

  “You could’ve let me know ahead of time…when we were planning this earlier…”

  Ryuzaki turns back to you, an awkward feeling forming in chest at seeing your dejected face turn away from him.

  “Maybe it’s foolish that I was already planning on going but–”

“-- you would’ve thrown the same fit you threw earlier. Announcement of my decision doesn’t mean anything.”

  The words are harsh. Harsher than Ryuzaki means for them to come out as he internally struggles with this uncomfortable feeling and he regrets it the moment they leave his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of anger, rejection, and embarrassment; the way you scoff hurts him deeply considering the array of ugly emotions are directed at him. 

  “Right. Whatever..” you spin on your heel and open the door to finish the conversation. “Thanks for the clarification.”

  The words are spit with venom through gritted teeth and you don’t bother turning around to say goodbye. Watari watches the anger seethe off you and makes no effort to create conversation as he follows you out the hotel door and down the lobby to the parking lot. 

  If you weren’t getting chauffeured by Ryuzaki’s right hand man, hot angry tears would have escaped your eyes, an aggravated scream would leave your lips, and a few punches to an empty car seat cushion may have taken place. 

  As the car pulls out of the lot, you look out the glass and notice the silhouette of Ryuzaki peering from behind the hotel window curtain before you turn your head the other way. Watari makes no effort to speak and doesn’t protest when you dig your headphones out of your bag and blast music in your ears. 

**************

4am - 4 hours after the meeting ended.

Ryuzaki POV

  He should’ve worded that differently. He knows, she knows, Watari even knows it judging on the somber and judgmental look he shot Ryuzaki after returning from dropping you home. It’s not like he wanted to come off as an asshole, he usually did to most people, but the fact he came off that way to you was what made this guilt so uncomfortable in his gut. 

  Ryuzaki lets out a long sigh and leans back in the office chair at the desk in the hotel bedroom, not bothering to sleep. One more shade of purple under his eyes won’t be noticed and L takes this moment to bite at his cuticles in thought.

  Why hadn’t he just given you the task for Aoyama?

  You had proved yourself more useful than half the people he’s had the displeasure of working with. Patient with his awkward attitude, intelligent with great deductive skills, loyal to his recommendation despite making you observe your ‘friend’ for signs of being Kira, and absolutely beauti-

  Ryuzaki snaps his head to the side and rejects the thought before it forms. On a professional level it should’ve been you. You’ve already done so much to help in the Aoyama plan, more so than he could casually give you praise for, and your ability to follow Light and intuition with his behavior made you the perfect candidate. So why didn’t he?

  L stands up from the desk and begins to walk aimlessly around his room in the moonlight that seeped in from the windows. Instead of giving you the chance to apply yourself and excel with a perfect opportunity, he has you scheduled to sit in a dark room with him and another colleague watching CCTV for hours on end. 

  The nasty and ugly part of him was glad when he had made that decision, keeping you away from the front line despite going to school with his number one suspect— this time you could be far away from Light. Safe… with him. Why did he even want that?

  Ryuzaki sits on the edge of his hotel bed and shakes his head before looking around the room for a plate of desserts that might be lingering. Of course he knew why he didn’t personally want you prancing the streets of Aoyama with Light. The fact it meant you would be at risk of being killed by the Second Kira, who may not need a name to murder, OR the fact it meant you would be spending the whole day walking around cute cafes and boutiques with Light while Ryuzaki was forced to watch it all on CCTV in multiple angles for multiple hours. He wasn’t sure which option was worse.

  Pushing those thoughts back down again, completely inappropriate given the situation, he pulls out his cell phone and runs his fingers down the sides in thought. He should apologize. He knows it, and he also knows you would pretend to be fine during the meeting tomorrow despite actually being pissed off at him. Rightfully so.

  Letting out a sigh of defeat, Ryuzaki powers it on and open up your contact and waiting a beat before clicking the dial button and leaning further onto the edge of the bed.

  He’s not sure you’re even going to answer until the line rings for a fourth time and a half asleep “huhhh?” rings out from the other end. 

  Ryuzaki pauses immediately at the tone, not quite a groan but a light and airy moan escapes your lips into the receiver at your sleepy state. L stands motionless at the tone and immediately begins to regret calling at this late hour when his body begins to react against every logical will his brain offers.

  “Hello?”

  Shit. He realizes he’s taking too long to answer and resolves to issuing a short apology.

  “Y/N? It’s L... I’m sorry to wake you.”

“Ohhhh Ryuzakiii”

  L swallows hard at the airy tone you use, knowing you have no idea what you actually sound like considering it’s nearly 4:30 in the morning. His breath is labored as he clenches the phone in his hand, nearly forgetting the whole reason he was calling anyways. 

  “Yes, I’d like to apologize for my words earlier this evening. Though we can discuss this.. Tomorrow.”

“Hmm” There’s the sound of you shuffling on the other end before you continue and yawn in between every other word, “Ohhhh please don’t be mad.. I didn’t.. Mean to be.. A bitch…please– Ryuzaki”

  Fuck. FUCK.

  Even the sound of his fake name leaving your lips in that tone was enough to make him wince at the familiar feeling growing in his jeans. He needed to end this call. Now. 

  “No, I’m not mad. Please get some sleep and I apologize again… for calling this late.”

  Ryuzaki ends the call and throws the phone on the bed as if the metal had been burning his hand the entire time. 

  This feeling was wrong, so. Fucking. Wrong.

  He doesn’t need to look down to know what’s happening, being a young man in 20s he’s quite familiar with the feeling, but he peers down anyway. The fabric around the fly of his baggy jeans was uncomfortably tight and his cock pushed against the confines of his boxers and denim, throbbing slightly in arousal. 

  Ryuzaki lets out a shaky breath and thinks a million different thoughts at once, a majority of them full of self loathing and frustration. He was your boss for fuck’s sake. You both had admitted your trust in one another and he would hate himself for the rest of his life if you thought the only reason he kept you around was to sexually gratify him.

  He had been around countless female agents and detectives who had been bullied or pulled out of the workforce because of menial relationships. Even Naomi had left the FBI upon getting married. If you ever found out that he was hard at just the sound of your sleepy and disheveled voice, you would probably be disgusted and offended and leave the task force; the very prospect of that being the last thing he wants considering your talent.

  A wince escapes his lips when his cock throbs at the image of you now present in his head, and every rational brain cell within his skull is screaming at him to change his thoughts and let himself get soft. But he can’t. Not with the way your lips, coated in that honey flavored chapstick, or maybe lip gloss, you always apply, is painted clearly in his head. The way those very same lips would look around the base of his co-

  NO.

  Ryuzaki grips the comforter beneath him and folds into himself slightly as his erection painfully begs for some sort of friction to satisfy it. ‘It’s an abuse of a position of power’ is what the world famous detective portion of his brain is saying, while the 20-something-year-old portion of his brain is remembering what the swell of your ass looks like when you bend over the couch armrest to pick up fallen documents. 

  Shit… 

  He can feel all logical rationale seeping out of him when twitching fingers move to undo the button of his jeans and let down the zipper of his fly to just apply a little relief. Realistically, you might be interested too.

  The thought makes Ryuzaki bite his lip in disgust while his hands betray his brain and move to shimmy the fabric of his jeans to his mid thigh and let his erection stand up in his boxers. The constant replies to all his messages, working late evenings with him, and brushing fingertips more times than a casual explanation could allow, even bringing him those delicious cookies when you realized how much he liked them. 

   You never did that for Light.

  “Shit..”

  Ryuzaki sighs in a partially drunk state while he stares at the patch of pre cum seeping through the flimsy fabric of his boxers, his cock aching for relief. The image of you with Light feeds the ugly part of him he didn’t even know had existed; despite knowing you for around a month, the idea of you being close with Light brings an unexplainable frustration to his mind.

  While being able to imagine Light’s smug face is nearly enough to soften his erection, the sound of your voice airily moaning his fake name comes to mind once more, and the idea of what it would sound like to hear you say ‘Lawliet’ in that same tone, makes his cock ache even more than he thought possible.

  Ryuzaki’s had erections before during your time at the task force, ones that occurred when he happened to fall sleep and woke up with some light morning wood. But this was different. Fingertips pinching the elastic of his waistband, he tugs the fabric down to join his jeans at his mid thigh; a wince escapes his lips at the change in temperature on his dick. 

  A slight happy trail going down his navel that extended into a full bush from lack of need to trim for anybody, his cock hovers upright with the angry dark pink tip leaking pre-cum profusely. This wasn’t a casual boner he was popping, it was an ugly carnal desire L had written off from having due to his career and work life. Yet sitting on the edge of the bed, all rationale finally seeps out of him.

  It must due to be the lack of blood flow to his brain that makes Ryuzaki bring his palm to his mouth to spit into the flesh a few times before coating his shaft in a mix of pre-cum and saliva. The sensation causes a slight groan to escape and his eyebrows to furrow in focus as he spends an extra second massaging the tip. 

  Giving a few extra pumps to warm up, he begins to slide his hand up and down the shaft with just the amount of tension he likes. The feeling pairs nicely with the image of you in his head, would you jerk him off like this? Or would you want to put those pretty lips to use on his cock while your hands worked on his shaft?

  Balls tightening at the mere image, his hips jerk forward into his hand as his body betrayed his brain and grew hornier at the thoughts. What color bra did you always wear? A week ago you accidentally wore a pretty light blue one under your white shirt… did you know he could see it? What did your tits look like when you take it off?

  “Nngh… oh f-fuck..”

  L swallows thickly and quickens the pace before using his other hand to lift his shirt so he could lean over and spit on his cock once more before taking the fabric in his teeth. His fingers massage the tip before tugging on the skin of his shaft and applying pressure to the enlarged vein that ran on the underside of cock, causing a few groans to leave his mouth.

  And what if you did want him back? Would you let him sit under your pretty pussy while you rode his face? Let him eat you out like he had been thinking about… if you tasted even sweeter than he was imagining.

  Hips shuddering and balls aching with a heavy feeling, that recognizable coil begins to grow in his abdomen as he increases the speed. Sweat dripping down his brow, he nearly coughs when the image of you letting him fuck you crosses his vision. 

  Splayed out all pretty and moaning his name. His real name. Or maybe riding him in this very bed while he sucks bruises only he will be able to see onto those perfect pretty tits of yours.

  “Fuck.. Y/N… gonna..”

  He increases the speed of his hand and can see the image now in a thousand different ways. Him cumming in your mouth, on your face, on your tits, in your hand, in your cunt and then watching it leak out…

  FUCK

  Ryuzaki tugs a few extra times and exhales sharply when hot ropes of semen begin to pour down his hand and even escape on the carpet below. Rubbing his cock through his orgasm, he lays back on the bed with an exasperating feeling as he catches his breath. 

  Hot cum on his hand, thighs, and now floor, the post-nut clarity is a disgusting feeling that washes over him. All the images and ways he’s tried so damn hard not to see you in, make him feel no better than a dog with no respect when that’s all you’ve shown him.

  Of course it’s more than your body that L is attracted to, but the physical and creepy nature of masturbating to you makes him shiver uncomfortably as a line that shouldn’t have been crossed now has. With one more sigh and mentally shelving the images his brain had conjured up, Ryuzaki sits up and reaches for a couple of tissues on the nightstand.

  Sopping up all the remnant cum on his hands, thighs, and carpet, he tosses the tissues into the trash and tucks himself back into his boxers and jeans. 

  Tomorrow…

  Ryuzaki doesn’t want to even begin to consider how he would face you tomorrow, so he decides not to think about it. It was a one time thing, and now that it’s out of his system he should be free from the hypnotic spell you seem to have placed him under. With a sigh, he decides to head into the ensuite bathroom to wash away the physical evidence of his perverted actions and clear his head before facing you in yet another meeting tomorrow. One where you would be fully awake, and he could properly apologize.

part 3 is doneeee

ty so much for your patience with this series! holidays and exams are crazy but im so excited to keep writing this (hehe more nsfw to come, but defrosting methodical L into a horny pining man takes some time)

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

L himself would show his love in a very cold and distant manner. One minute he could be shoving you away, Another he's forcing you to sit in his lap, A plate of cake in his right hand while his left types away at his computer.

But no matter what it will always seem distant and detached, Never putting in much effort. Though mistaking that for carelessness wouldn't be a good observation..

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

As messy as he needs to be. L doesn't see the purpose in unnecessary violence. If he needs someone dead then he'll do it in the most efficient way possible to him. Though I wouldn't put it past him to say that there may be a sadistic streak if he was pushed a bit too far.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He'll treat you coldly and methodically. When you're in captive you'll be treated like an animal in the zoo. Your needs will be carefully tended to every day, On a schedule, Tailored to your preferences and your general requirements.

I wouldn't say L would be cruel, However I would say he would be distant and your time in captivity will be VERY lonely.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Apart from the occasional affection- I'd say that you'd be under surveillance at all times, Your privacy being taken away from you. Even before you were taken you were monitored in your own home. In the bathroom.. The bedroom.. Everywhere.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

L bares absolutely none of his heart to you, At all. He doesn't show his emotions or feelings towards you in his body language, And barely his words too. Don't expect much emotional comfort from this man, He's.. Not exactly the best at giving it.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Annoyed. Or tired. If you tried fighting him then Watari would deal with you pretty swiftly, The old man having some surprising strength for his age. Even if you did get past Watari, L is pretty much a master in Brazilian jiu jitsu. You wouldn't even be able to touch L before you're dragged off back to your little cell.

L wouldn't even bat an eye, He'd just roll his eyes and continue on with his work.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

I wouldn't say it's a game for him, No, L wouldn't enjoy watching your escape at all. He'd be annoyed and rather irritated to be honest with you. By now, You should know that it's futile attempting to get away from him, So why do you keep trying?

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Drugged, Sedated, All of that business. When you're misbehaving too much he'd simply drug you to keep you calm and docile. Like an animal. That or when the loneliness finally gets to you and you break down sobbing in your little cell.

There's really a lot that could be considered the worst experience to be honest with you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

You, Behaving and finally understanding that he just wants the best for you. Working as his assistant and his partner in future cases.

I wouldn't say L would want a family, But if you did, I don't think L would be opposed into being talked into it.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

At first, No, You wouldn't think L get's jealous. Or at least he doesn't show it. But on the inside? L is fuming, Though he certainly doesn't recognise it as jealousy. At first he tries to brush it off, But of course, If the person continues to stick around you then that's going to become a problem.

He simply knows that he does not like the person you are attentive to, And that he should get rid of them. As soon as possible.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Not much different to his usual self. Though he certainly feels much.. Better, When you're around. Maybe he's a little bit calmer, Or maybe a bit more patient or perhaps elated. Though you'd need to know him for a long time to even notice these changes.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Courting? Huh? You think L is gonna court you???

Well if you consider kidnapping and stalking to be courting then sure, But I don't see him interacting with you beforehand in a normal circumstance. Maybe if things were different he'd do what he did with Light and give himself a fake identity and befriend you, But I'd only see that happening if circumstances were unique.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really, To be honest. Unless you knew him for a long time and began to give into him, I doubt that he'd act any different around you. Though how he feels on the inside is a whole 'nother story.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Like a child having a tantrum. L would take away privileges if you acted out or tried to escape, And as I said previously, Would drug and sedate you if you got a bit too rowdy.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not many, Except for your freedom and your access to people- Of course. L has the finances to provide you whatever you want. More space? Done. The food you want? Done. He'd even provide you internet access, All monitored though, Of course.

But of course, If you acted out he isn't opposed to taking away the rights he's left you with if you try to act out.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Inhumanly patient. L will wait years upon years upon years for you to finally accept your place here. He won't budge if you act out or try to fight him, Nor will he blow up or snap at you.

I don't see him having a breaking point, To be honest with you.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Sure. Maybe at first he'd be able to appear like he moved on. Go about his day. His detective work like nothing had happened.

But as the years pass by it slowly degrades at him, Rots away at him. That yearning, That love he had no idea he had for you. It'd drive him insane over the years, The one thing that gave him that euphoria he never knew he had.

He'd never be able to move on. And it might just be the end of him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Not in the slightest, No. L wouldn't feel guilty. At the very most he'd be aware that what he was doing was selfish. But he wouldn't care and wouldn't let you go. Besides, He's taking care of all your needs, Right? Isn't that enough?

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

That inability to connect with other people, Understand others on an empathetic and emotional level. Even Watari, Who was basically his father. L never really had any idea what it was like to have a connection to someone purely built on a sense of empathy and relatability before you.

So of course, He acts accordingly.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He'd feel a little bit apathetic towards your crying and screaming, Knowing that you'd calm down after a while. Most he'd do for you is get Watari to bring you some tissues or even a little something to cheer you up like food or drink if he's in the mood.

Isolating yourself? Oh, No, No. You couldn't do that even if you tried. Even if he's not there in person, The dozens of cameras monitoring you is enough for him to stay close to you in spirit. You wouldn't be able to isolate yourself, As long as he's got an eye on you that is.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

L not showing his actual feelings through his demeanour. Definetly. While the classic yandere is driven quite boldly insane by their love for someone, L doesn't display that at all in his body language.

He's just as insane, If not a little more than the classic yandere though. Just not good at showing it.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Not much. The best I can give you is if L is invested in a case similar to the Kira one. If you play your cards right and bargain with someone like Light, Then maybe, Just maybe, You might have a chance.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Only if he deemed it COMPLETELY necessary, Otherwise. If you're not feeding yourself, If you're in a situation that requires it- L would hurt you. He might even feel a little bad about it, Too.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He wouldn't worship you like a deity but he would hold you higher in status above everyone else. You're more interesting, Better than the others. You certainly are the closest thing he'd consider to be sacred and the lengths he would go to win you over would be subtle but far.

He'd research everything about you, Everything you love and hate. He might not seem like the kinda guy to care, And honestly he doesn't think he is either.

But he wants you to love him back, No matter how much he denies it.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Maybe a few months, Maybe even a few years. He'll stalk you for as long as he feels like before taking you. Maybe a breaking point for him doing so being you getting a partner, Or if you got into some kind've danger.

It could take a good long while is what I'm tryna say.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

I can definetly see L doing so. Days in isolation in white padded walls will make just about anyone go a little bit bonkers in the head.

L would feel conflicted. One one hand you aren't putting up a fight anymore, But on the other you're just not you anymore. And L isn't sure which one he values more.

[lightnotyagami]

"Do you think you'll kill for me one day?"

"Yes, of course i will my dear."

Light x fem reader (soft) smut

A/n:remeber when L put cameras into lights room? When i was like 14 or 15 i read a smut FF like this and OH MY GOD its still in my head. Coudnt find the ogs @ but if i ever do ilysm🙏 (it was on ao3 if anyone wants to help me find it😭)

Summary: L puts cameras into lights room.. great.. but what do normal people his age do? Hang out with friends, do homework.. and some other things.

Tw/cw: my horrible english, soft smut (duh) , being watched, tell me if i missed anything!!

"Are we seriously going to do this?" You asked him still in a safe distance from his house. "Yeah, wanna back out?" He said as he looked at you like you were stupid. "No! I'm just saying, I don't know about the whole... thing." You voiced as he answered with a shrug like what you said wasn't a big deal to him. "Look," he said walking towards you with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "I'll take care of it, okay? you just relax and lay down." Your mind went crazy thinking about all the things that could go wrong. "So, are you in yes or no?" He stopped right in front of you and looked directly into your eyes. His face was close enough for you to smell the mint from his breath. 'It felt different being so close to someone, I mean I didn't feel threatened by his appearance, just like when we were fighting but this time I could see how beautiful he really is...' you thought to yourself "fine." "Good girl."

*later in his room*

'64 cameras.' you thought to yourself as you sat yourself on the bed and light on his chair. "hey light!" the door was shot open revealing his little sister, sayu was her name? "mom asked if you want anything from the supermarkt, oh and does Y/n want something too?" she asked now looking at you "oh no dear its fine! you two make yourselves a great day" you answered. "Okay, dont be mad then if we dont bring extra snacks" she winked at making your laugh slightly. 'i wish i had a younger sister' you thought to yourself "okay mom says bye." Sayu said closing the door behind her, leaving only you and light. oh and the 64 cameras from every angle of course. The lights were dimmed making everything look more mysterious. "you want anything?" Light asked turning around to look at you. "no... thanks its okay." you answered looking at the ground embarassed as he sat besides you ."it's alright babe, come sit over here." he patted on his lap. You slowly moved your legs closer to him sitting on his lap. he pulled you closer so that your head was on his chest and his arms were wrapped around you. Everything was going after Plan but why did this still feel so..weird? you dont know if L is the only one watching this. you could only hope. you closed your eyes trying enjoying his touch and warmth as he kissed you softly. "let me show you something, babe." you hummed in response. His fingers which were playing with the ends of your hair slowly moved up to your body . "your heart is beating so fast" he whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver slightly. It sent an electrical jolt through your spine, it was almost painful but good. your heart started hammering in your chest as he pushed your t-shirt up exposing your bra and sofly pushing you down on the bed climbing on top of you. you moaned as he started kissing you softly on your neck, moving it from side to side, leaving small red marks "l-light~!" you whined not sure what to do as he started to unhook your bra , slowly peeling it off your body.

*at the headquarters*

"mister Soichiro Yagami, i belive you would like to leave the room?" L said as soichiro looked at the computers not sure if to ignore this ever happaned or to kill light when hes back home. "yes im sorry i just.." he said as he walked out of the room in complete shock that his son was capable of these things. "anyways. Im bluring the cameras now. Watari unblur them when this is done and a cheese cake would also be nice "

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere L Lawliet Headcanons (General)

"I'm always two steps ahead of you, if not more, my sweetie." — L Lawliet.

❝ 📓 — lady l: watching Death Note again and commenting with a friend, I ended up thinking about it and decided to do some L headcanons, because I love him! 🖤 ​​Hope you like it :) 🤍

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, unhealthy relationships, mention of kidnapping.

❝📓pairing: yandere!l lawliet x gender neutral!reader.

L Lawliet is very scary because he is very smart. A detective, the best detective. He is very good at reading people, at his deductions. There is no running away from him, he will always find you.

He was already stalking you before you even knew it. Before you even knew about his existence, L was already after you. Always behind you, watching you and gathering as much information about you as possible.

L knew about everything you. What was your childhood like, your fears, your desires, your dreams, everything. There is no privacy at all with him, he wants to be able to read you like a book and he does. There's nothing he can't figure out eventually.

He began to appear in your life slowly and normally, for you at least. He just seemed like an ordinary guy who needed some sleep and straightened out his back, but that was it. You had no idea who he really was, how obsessed he was with you.

L has morals that can be easily corrupted when he becomes obsessed. He believes that he is justice and he does in his way, which is not always the right way to do it. He firmly believes in justice above all else, his justice.

He doesn't believe that what he feels, that the things he did for you are considered wrong. L is delusional enough to believe he is right, but he will never do anything against your will. He respects you enough for that.

L is a natural stalker, it's one of his hobbies as a detective. Although he doesn't persecute you in the literal sense of the word, he usually sends Watari to watch you and accompany you somewhere. Whether it's going to school or work, he'll have his butler protecting you.

He won't risk your safety, especially with Kira on the loose. You're not a criminal, but L won't take any risks. He's never made a mistake before and it won't be you he makes a mistake with. Not when one mistake could cause your death.

Always very careful, L would only reveal himself to you when he was sure he would have your trust. He is very, very manipulative and will make you trust no one else but him. Not even your family could be as trustworthy as L. He would definitely lock you up at home if he could.

L has cameras in your house, all aimed at crucial points in your house. In your bedroom, in your living room, in your kitchen, everywhere there is a camera watching you. It had become a habit for him to spend hours a day looking at the images, waiting for you.

He's not the possessive type, but L has his limits and won't tolerate someone approaching you with ulterior motives. He is very quick to think, to deduce that there is someone interested in you and he will quickly push them away from you. He usually uses his manipulation for this. L is not in the habit of killing and will never do so unless it is really necessary.

Once his obsession consumed him for good, L could no longer remain but shadows. He could no longer remain in the background, watching you take risks every day, he needed to do something. And he did, during one night, you woke up in an unfamiliar room and with a pale guy, sitting in a strange way, staring at you intensely. You were finally with him.

You may think you're smarter than him, that you can get away from L, but he'll always be two steps ahead of you. You have nowhere to run. L would finally have you and he wouldn't let you go.