L - Death Note

does anyone actually ever refer to matt with a pronoun in canon. this is a sincere question

I do want to elaborate why I think this ship works so well (Mycroft Holmes / L Lawliet).

First of all, we know that they respect people of the same level of intelligence. Dare I say they are on each other's level which will bring them closer to each other.

They're both very closed off about their feelings, but we can see that Mycroft does open up to people he trusts (in canon, that person is Albert).

Now, in AU where they work together, be it MI-6 or just some detective agency, they are bound to spend a lot of time together working. And as they gradually grow closer due to their similarities, Mycroft just might to spill his secrets and tell about how he feels.

And at first that would be very overwhelming for L. Sharing problems? Talking about feelings? That's unheard of. But then it would create a sort of a safe space for him to be vulnerable as well. He would just listen for a while. Most of Mycroft's problems are similar to his, after all. He would appreciate having someone who can put his own feelings to words.

Then he would start talking, too. He would still be afraid, but Mycroft's patience and kindness would inspire him to confide in one person he can.

They both are very silent about their feelings, and having that one friend (I doubt they would call each other friends, though) might be their salvation.

That's all I have to say today.

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also: real question genuine question did anyone else have the childhood experience of being convinced you had to be romantically attracted to a boy not for "fitting in"/"being normal" etc reasons but because that was how all the stories went for girls and you thought you were a girl, and therefore developed an almost compulsive habit of trying to slot every interaction with a boy into Good Romance/Bad Romance and overanalyzing everything you felt and everything they did, which ended up in thoughts like "oh wow he's wearing a blue necklace today and i have a blue bracelet somewhere in my possession we must be soulmates and have a happily ever after" (referring to someone you were not attracted to whatsoever), making mundane existence into a frantic scramble for True Love in every single corner of life, or was it literally just me and misa amane

in-ear || a light/takada ficlet

rated E • <1k words • read on ao3 • for @dnrarepairweek

“Kiss her, Light-kun.”

Matsuda’s voice in my ear feels more like a mosquito than my trusted advisor, but the idea of Matsuda as a trusted advisor is laughably insane to begin with.

I don’t want to kiss her. What I want to do is rip out my earpiece, run to the bathroom, and throw up my guts until I am embraced by death’s loving arms.

Unfortunately, that would require pulling my dick out of Takada, who is currently clenched around me to the point where I fear I might need WD-40 to remove myself. Maybe I can infect myself with botulism in the next two minutes.

I know from last time that Takada would continue until I finished, and my lack of a vagina makes that impossible to fake. She’s sitting on top of me, caressing herself with lascivious performativity, fingers in her short, black hair.

It looks almost like L’s.

I try not to think about him, but he surfaces again and again. He’s like herpes. You might clear him for a couple of weeks, a month, even—but eventually he’ll return like the pus-filled boil he is. Was.

To make one thing absolutely clear, L and I never had sex, despite the myriad allegations and off-color jokes suggesting the contrary. Sex is for people who love each other—or, at least, like each other. What L and I did was far more disgusting.

“Light,” Matsuda sighs into my ear. “Please take this seriously. Give her a kiss.”

I swallow the bile rising in my throat. Takada’s lips are full and pink. I reach up and run my thumb across the lower one to buy myself time.

“Takada,” I say. “You look so beautiful like this.” I hope my dyspeptic expression can somehow be read as awe.

L and me. I don't know how to explain it. There were knocked-over water glasses and twisted up sheets and handprints on the shower door. It wasn't sex. We didn't even kiss. We merely spoke into each other's mouths. There were moments in the middle of the night where he would turn a certain way, just so, and then I would be on him somehow, struggling to pin him down, my knee at his groin as he grabbed my wrists. My eyes would roll back in my head and I would say his name and everything would go blank, but it wasn't sex.

When the moon cut through the room like a razor, we didn't speak. We could barely even look at each other. I would open my mouth like a goldfish and shut it moments later, having said nothing. I searched for the words I wanted to say to him which were, of course, I love you.

“Good one, Light.” Matsuda’s voice is starting to make me want to kill myself. I look around the room for a weapon. Maybe I could bash my own head in with the tea kettle. I’m so glad there’s a kitchenette in this godforsaken hotel room.

“Light, don’t stop.”

It’s unclear exactly what she doesn’t want me to stop because I’m just lying on my back while she moves all around in a way that feels vaguely good in the highly localized dick region but also makes me spiritually ill. Maybe she doesn’t want me to move my hands from her thighs? I grip them a little tighter.

Her legs are soft and hairless. It’s like fucking a dolphin. L wasn’t especially hirsute, but he was pricklier and bonier than she is. And, like I’ve said until I’m blue in the face, we never had sex, anyway.

Takada lifts her arms up to pull her own hair. It’s a little bit ridiculous, but it makes her breasts look high and round like apples. If you like that sort of thing.

I don’t know if I like anything. I can’t stand Takada, and Mikami is one of the most horrendously obsequious people I’ve ever met. I’m sure I could fuck him if I wanted to, but the thought churns my stomach. And Misa—I can’t even think about her without retching. The thought of fucking her is so repellent that it almost makes me enjoy fucking Takada.

I remember this one time. L had me on my back and was sitting on my chest, breathing hard. He had taken the chain that connected us and wrapped it around my neck. It wasn’t dangerous, but we were play-acting like it was. He squeezed and squeezed until I got so hard I thought I might faint. He didn’t touch me—he just sat on my chest, strangling me, until I came by accident. His presence was immaterial. Like I said, we never had sex.

Takada comes, or pretends to, at least. It's a bizarre display, her trembling and grasping at me and thanking me like I did anything at all. She rolls off me and ambles to the bathroom, looking flirtatiously over her shoulder. From behind, her hair makes her look like L. I don't know why I keep thinking that. He wasn't a woman, and I never saw him naked.

I hate her.

I hate myself.

I should die so I don't have to do this again.

But I can't. The world needs me.

Omw to my house, I passed a dog with homophobia in her eyes 💖

so. I won't be tagging anyone because I am shy and friendless. here are the wips, though:

adam whiteley supremacy

then he'll die as well

angst

the bible the patriot

some slop about the oc

gay ansemble

let's play kira

idea 1

an idiot

coffee shop au chat fic what is this

Light the Father

a fleeting bus homosexuality

misora naomi x oc

notlikeotherpeople

cross

revolution

fish

that shipping challenge

Moriarty note

ficwriters

well...

I am positively cooked

WIP Game

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you @empressofthewind for the tag!! Very fun and timely, since we get to see which one of these I'm strong enough to complete by next week lol I'm only including the names of wips I have something to say about, and excluding the ones that are just full-on descriptions of what's gonna happen lol

I'm too shy to tag anyone, let alone tag the same number of wips I have </3 please feel free to play along if you like <3

Your Time Starts Now

Would I Do It Again

Near the End

Ghoul Boys

Welcome to Your Life

Square One

Next in Line

a moment of your time

new game, same toys

conversations I never had

we've lost the plot

if you're gonna kill me at least take me to lunch first

to think that immortality meant never dying

sticks and stones

I'd like to report a murder(er)

dash is dead im teleporting to the past

https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard?max_post_id=606474489540042752

fuck. circles on my desktop. maybe if i ignore them they'll go away

блять ну почему всё круглое....

i'm going back to my phone i don't want to see this update...