↷ A/N ─ happy belated birthday to light and me !! i hope you enjoy this :) again, this is NOT rape/non-con. the reader is as sober as light here. written by a zombie-me at 4am. also im sorry if the camera topic is overused, i just couldnt help myself fantasizing about this
★ PROLOGUE ─ your boyfriend punishes you for almost letting slip his real identity
SMUT, 18+, MDNI
The dim glow of the television cast shadows around the room. You had been at your high school's farewell party, and had too many drinks there to stumble back home in one piece. It was almost midnight, so there was also no way your boyfriend, Light Yagami, would have let you out of his sight, especially with how tipsy you were. He was quite protective of you, but he was right. You let out a drunk sigh and looked away, silently accepting the fact that you'd have to meet his parents in the morning and share a few awkward exchanges.
Light had had more drinks than you at the party, but he looked far from as drunk as you currently were. He was quietly watching a movie on the TV, stroking your hair lightly. Your gaze went up from Light to the flickering screen. A sudden surge of courage rushed through you.
"Light," you whispered, breaking the silence with your hoarse voice.
"No, you're not going home tonight," Light replied without looking at you.
"No, it's not that," you said frustratedly.
Light raised his eyebrows, hearing you slur your words due to the effects of the alcohol. Still, he did not look at you.
"How much did you drink?"
"Less than what you drank," your throat burned, your eyes drooping slightly.
He ignored you, seemingly engrossed in the movie, but you knew it was all just an act for the cameras L had set up.
You continued, "And it doesn't matter how much I drank, because either way, you refuse to give me attention."
Ryuk snickered in the corner.
Light frowned, finally turning his attention towards you as his eyes trailed down your body. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes, the redness of your cheeks, and the slight swaying of your body.
He looked at you for a few more seconds with a calculating look before sighing and setting the remote on his table. He stood up, "You should really get some sleep."
"No," you repeated.
"I-" Light was starting to get annoyed. "Are you crazy? Don't you want to go home tomorrow?"
"I just- I-" You sighed again, leaning back against your chair and almost falling off.
"Idiot," Light muttered, catching you before you fell. He carried you to his bed and lay you down gently before covering you with his blanket. "Are you comfortable? Do you want me to sleep on the floor?"
"No, no, I need cuddles," you smiled drunkenly, completely forgetting what you were going to say back when you had gotten some "courage".
"Of course, you do," Light said proudly. "You need my cuddles to sleep."
You hummed in response. As he snottily took his shirt off before lying down next to you, you closed your eyes slightly. They were burning, as if trying to stop you from both closing them and keeping them open.
His hands made their way to your back, gently pushing your neck to his bare chest. You finally shut your heavy eyelids and snuggled closer to him. This was what you always wanted. Just you and Light. Alone.
You furrowed your eyebrows, your eyes still tightly shut, your face pressed against him. Alone? It was laughable that you thought even for a moment that you two were alone right now. Well, for one, there was a God of Death in the same room as you, trying not to pass out from the lack of apples in his digestive system. Second, a great detective was watching the two of you, possibly along with your boyfriend's own father.
Light pulled you even closer to him, inhaling your scent deeply. Soon, the two of you drifted off to dreamland, and L was left questioning whether the seventeen-year-old star student really was a murderer.
You woke up, limbs tangled with Light's. You checked your wristwatch. About four hours had passed, and as you tried to sit up, your head felt heavy from an early hangover. Light's eyes jerked open. He had always been a light sleeper.
"Hm?" he mumbled in his sleep, no longer feeling the presence of your head in the crook of his neck. "What's the matter, honey?"
"I... had a dream," you said slowly.
"Nightmare?"
"Kinda."
Light sat up slowly and reached out for a glass of water to hand to you.
You peeked into the glass, rubbing your left eye until you saw stars.
"Vodka?" you said hopefully.
"Water," he replied calmly.
You pouted pleadingly; more alcohol was what you needed right now, but you eventually had to resign to your boyfriend. You drank the water, and instantly felt much more sober than you were before. Your sleepy eyes fell on Ryuk, his legs and hands in a rather uncomfortable position, perhaps due to not having apples for such a long time.
For a moment, you, for the second time that night, completely forgot about the existence of the cameras.
You turned to Light. "How long is he going to go without apples?"
"Who, honey?" Light's eyes flashed warningly, but you were far too sleepy to notice.
"Ryuk, your Shini-"
Your words were cut off by a sharp kiss. Light had completely thrown himself at you, and you fell back down on the bed due to the sheer force of his abrupt kiss. The empty glass landed on the floor with a loud clink, but he ignored it. His hands reached under your shirt, his nails digging into the skin of your hips as if daring you to talk further.
You attempted to prop yourself up on your elbows, to gain some kind of control over what was happening. But Light pushed you back down, pulling you by your hips and roughly throwing your head down on the pillow.
He pulled away eventually, the pupils of his eyes completely red, and you cursed yourself mentally. This was not your Light. This was Kira.
He leaned away from you, got up to pick up the thrown glass and filled it with water again, but as he offered it to you, you rejected it. "I'm sober enough for this, Light."
"Very well then," Light whispered and leaned in closer to your ear. "I hope you remember you're being watched. Make sure you put on a show."
You nodded slowly, letting his hands roam around and make their way to the hem of your skirt, twirling the fabric around his fingers. He brought another hand to your top and slid it under the cloth, feeling the material of your satin bra.
"The one I gifted to you?" he raised his eyebrows, a little smirk on his face.
"Yes," you whispered, pulling his bare chest against your clothed one. "Strip me, Light."
"What's the magic word?" he teased, hand slipping under your bra and cupping your breast.
"Please," you whimpered when he pinched your nipple.
Ryuk snapped his eyes open and tumbled out of the room clumsily, perhaps to give you some privacy.
"Good girl," he didn't hide his smirk this time as he pulled your top off completely, throwing it to the side where it landed on his chair next to his own shirt. He ran his hands down your back, grabbing the zipper of your skirt and slowly pulling it down. Light slid the skirt down your legs, leaving you in a matching set of satin underwear and bra.
"Pretty," he murmured, his hand grasping his growing bulge tightly.
"Let me help you with that," you sat up on all fours and leaned in closer, a hand stretched out to touch his crotch.
You rubbed him lightly, slowly increasing your pace before unbuckling his belt and slipping your hand under his boxers. Your constant touching of his tip made him groan, hand reaching out to yank you by your hair and push you back down to the bed. You grabbed his hands and brought them to your breasts, pressing them against your chest.
"Take my bra off."
"I'm not a man to be told what to do," he said, bringing his lips down to your neck. "But I will allow it this time."
Light freed his hands from your grip and brought them to your back, unclasping the hook of your bra and letting it fall to the floor. He cupped your breasts in his hands, lowering himself so that his mouth sucked on one nipple while his hand squeezed the other.
"Fuck," you moaned, pushing his head against your chest.
He grabbed your hand and brought it once more to his crotch, letting you feel the bulge in his pants again.
"You're not the only one who's needy right now."
"You're so- god, I can't wait to feel you inside me," you said, rubbing his dick through the fabric.
"Patient girls are rewarded," he said, dragging his lips from your neck to your collarbone, his free hand ripping your panties off.
"Hey!" you whisper-screamed.
"I'll buy you another set," he said calmly, sliding two fingers inside you, curling them up and hitting your g-spot.
"Yes," you moaned, pushing his hand against your pussy. "Faster."
He brought his other hand from your nipple to your clit and started rubbing it in circles, simultaneously fucking you with his fingers.
"Fuck, I'm going to come," you whimpered after a few minutes, feeling your orgasm build.
"Mhm, do it, what a good girl," he said, rubbing your clit faster, aiding your release. You came hard on his fingers, arching your back, bucking against his hand and moaning loudly. Your legs shook, while he pulled his fingers out of your pussy and brought them to your mouth. "Clean them."
You nodded, sucking on his fingers, your teeth digging into his skin. Light smirked.
"Don't you think you should be punished?"
"Huh-? For what, Li-?"
Your words were cut off once again when he pulled you onto his lap so that your ass faced him and you lay on your stomach, pussy pressed against his crotch.
_ _ _ _
"L, I don't think we should be watching this," Soichiro Yagami kept his eyes away from the screen, where his son, his perfect little son, was busy fingering his girlfriend. He hadn't even known he had a girlfriend, let alone the fact that they were so... intimate with each other.
"There has to be some meaning in what the girl said," L racked his brains, eyes scanning the scene, now showing you in Light's lap and his hand rubbing your ass. "Apples?"
"For god's sake, it may be some sort of safeword for when they- for when they do- this," Soichiro yelled, his eyes on the floor.
"It's not a mere coincidence, Mr Yagami," L said thoughtfully. "Apples? Kira told me 'Shinigamis' loved apples earlier. This is not a coincidence, Mr Yagami."
_ _ _ _
"You're going to be punished for fucking everything up," he whispered in your ear before smacking your ass hard. "Count."
"One!" you yelped, feeling the sting of his hand on your ass. "Two!" "Three!" "Four!" "Five!"
He kept spanking you, alternating between your ass cheeks. You could feel his dick hard against your stomach, and ignoring the pain in your ass, you started to grind against it.
"Six!" "Seven!" "Eight!"
He spanked you harder, and you could feel your ass getting red. You were breathing heavily, and your pussy was so wet that it was dripping onto his lap.
"Nine! Ten!"
_ _ _ _
"Can we stop watching this now?" Soichiro groaned.
"There has to be some hint," L traced the screen with his fingers which showed you getting spanked hard by Light now.
Soichiro let out an uncomfortable sigh.
"Mr Yagami, you can close your ears and eyes," L said without looking away from the screen.
_ _ _ _
"Good girl," Light said, rubbing your ass. "Now, a reward."
He slid his pants and boxers down to his legs and wiggled out of them. He brought his dick to your pussy, rubbing its head against your clit and earning a moan from your pursed lips. He flipped you over, pinning you under him on the bed again as he continued to tease you.
"Please, Light," you begged, trying to reach out for his dick so you could push it in.
"Please what?" he said sweetly and you groaned in annoyance.
"Please fuck me."
He smiled and pushed his dick inside you slowly, savouring every inch of your tight pussy.
"Oh!" you wailed, feeling his cock stretch your pussy.
He started bucking his hips in and out, fucking you harder as his balls slapped against your clit, doubling the pleasure. He was careful not to make a sound, but he didn't stop you from letting your strangled moans out. This would be your punishment, facing his mother in the morning after getting fucked so hard by him at night.
You tried very hard to suppress your lustful sounds, eyes welling up at the thought of facing his family in a few hours, but you couldn't. He was too good. He knew just how to get under your skin. Slowly, you felt your second orgasm approaching.
"Ah, ah! I want to come," you clasped your hand against your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. He was going so hard on you, of course, his mother and his sister would wake up if he continued.
"No, you're not. Hold it in," Light commanded. "You're going to come when I say so."
He kept fucking you harder, and you could feel your orgasm building. This was torture. There was no way you could hold yourself in when he was going so hard on you.
"Please, Light," you begged, feeling your pussy clench around his dick. "I can't hold it in anymore."
"Hold it in, I said," he said, flipping you over again and spanking your ass hard. He increased his speed, and you buried your head in a pillow to muffle your screams. "I'm going to come inside you now. Understood?"
You could feel his cock twitching inside you, and you knew he wasn't lying about his orgasm. You nodded slowly, voice still distant because of the pillow.
He let out a long, satisfied groan as he released his juices inside you, pushing his dick deep inside you. You could feel his cum filling your pussy, and it sent you over the edge.
"Now, come for me, pretty girl," Light said in a hoarse voice.
"Yes!" you screamed, feeling your orgasm wash over you. His cum was dripping out of your pussy, and you could feel his cock softening inside you.
"Good," he said, pulling his cock out of you. It was scary how calm and composed he was when a minute ago, he had spanked you so hard. He grabbed a towel and wiped your pussy clean.
_ _ _ _
Soichiro blinked at the abrupt ending of the sounds. Still refusing to look up at the screen, he asked, "Is it over now?"
"They're both still naked," L said, analyzing the place, feeling his own dick harden at your bare figure, panting and sweating as Light got off you and laid next to you, throwing the towel somewhere insignificant.
"Well then?" Soichiro said.
"Well what?"
"You made me watch my son... doing- doing stuff with his girlfriend," Soichiro said in a shaky voice, his hands behind his back to avoid pulling his hair out in frustration. "What have you understood from this?"
"What I've understood?" L said thoughtfully, his gaze unconsciously reaching his growing bulge. "Your son is quite romantic, I suppose."
Two hearts, one unspoken promise—forever best friends.
❤︎ Synopsis. Two childhood friends, inseparable since kindergarten, navigate the ups and downs of growing up, their bond blossoming into a deep, unwavering connection that feels like home. As they face life’s challenges together, they discover that their friendship might just be the most enduring love of all.
♡ Book. World Ablaze (WA): For You, I'd Burn the World.
♡ Pairing. Yandere! Light Yagami x Reader
♡ Novella. In the Name of Love - Part 1
♡ Word Count. 7,947
♡ TW. psychological and emotional trauma, loss of loved ones, abandonment issues, angst + tragedy, implied family issues, depression and mental health issues
♡ A/N. This is a request, but I have not yet fulfilled the full request (hence the lack of proof of request). When it comes to long-form content, it feels so wrong in my brain for my writing to not set up the atmosphere and vibes properly. It don't feel right. And anyways, this Part 1 is genuinely one of my LIGHTEST and legitimately wholesome works among all my writings haha. Wow first time posting wholesome yandere content? ahahhaahh. This is ACTUALLY SO GOOD. I COOKED GUYS (both in Part 1 and 2). ahhhhh. I WANTED TO INCLUDE PART 1 AND 2 TOGETHER. But. It's 15k+ together already ahhh. Also, important to note. Unlike my usual long form content, the 'introduction' before actually dark + nsfw yandere centric content may come after Part 2 or 3. WHAT. Did this become slower burn than the Yandere! Ex-boyfriend??? Bro, it's because I just had to include the childhood trope arc. Seriously.
Light Yagami was five years old when his family moved into the tidy, tree-lined neighborhood. His parents, proud and proper, spent days meticulously unpacking and arranging the house while Light obediently helped, though his mind was preoccupied with the mystery of what lay beyond their new front door.
“Light, dear,” his mother said, kneeling to his level, “why don’t you go introduce yourself to the neighbors? There’s a family next door with a little girl about your age.”
“All right,” he replied with his usual crisp, confident tone. Even at five, Light was the embodiment of charm and discipline, traits his parents were immensely proud of. He tugged on his neatly ironed shirt and marched toward the house next door, ready to dazzle the neighbors with his impeccable manners.
The house was a bit chaotic in contrast to the Yagami’s orderly new home. The lawn was slightly overgrown, and a lone bicycle lay toppled in the driveway. Light’s tiny hand knocked on the door with perfect rhythm—polite but assertive.
The door creaked open, and a woman with a wide, warm smile greeted him. “Oh, hello! You must be the Yagami boy! Aren’t you handsome?” She called over her shoulder, “Our new neighbors are here! Come say hi!”
Light’s chest puffed with pride at the compliment. “Good afternoon, ma’am. My name is Light Yagami. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
The woman’s laughter was bright as she introduced herself in return. “What a little gentleman! Please hold on. Let me call my daughter.”
She turned and called your name. Light heard the sound of something—or someone—dragging across the floor. Then you appeared.
Tiny, smaller than Light had expected, with oversized pajamas hanging loosely off your sickly frame. Your hair was messy, your expression vacant, and you held a stuffed black kitten in one hand as though it were a limp, lifeless thing. But the most striking part of you was your eyes—dark, hollow, and uninterested, like you’d already seen the end of the world and decided it wasn’t worth commenting on.
Light blinked. This was not the bright and cheerful playmate he had envisioned.
“Say hello to our neighbor, sweetie,” your mother said in a sugary tone. “His name is Light.”
You said nothing. Your gaze drifted lazily toward him, then back to the floor. You swayed slightly, as though gravity was a suggestion rather than a rule.
Light cleared his throat and stepped forward, undeterred. “Hi,” he said, flashing his most winning smile. “I’m Light. What’s your name?”
You stared at him for an uncomfortably long moment. Then, in a voice so small it was nearly a whisper, you muttered your name.
“That’s a nice name,” Light said, his tone bright and rehearsed. “Do you want to play?”
You blinked, slowly. Then you turned to your mother and said, “I’m going back to bed.”
Light watched, dumbfounded, as you shuffled back into the house, dragging your stuffed black kitten behind you.
Your mother laughed nervously. “She’s a bit shy. And... well, she’s been under the weather a lot, poor thing.”
“That’s all right,” Light said, his voice cheerful despite his confusion. He was used to people liking him. This was new.
———
Light didn’t give up easily. Over the next few weeks, he made it his mission to befriend you. He knocked on your door nearly every day, always with a new idea:
“Do you want to play tag?”
“I brought my soccer ball!”
“I found a cool bug. Do you want to see it?”
Your responses ranged from blank stares to monosyllabic grunts. Sometimes you didn’t answer at all, leaving Light standing awkwardly on the porch while your mother assured him that you were just tired.
One day, Light found you sitting on the front steps of your house, your stuffed black kitten in your lap. He approached cautiously, as though you were a skittish animal.
“Hi,” he said, sitting down beside you. “What are you doing?”
You didn’t look at him. “Thinking about how everything dies.”
Light blinked. “Oh. Um... why?”
You shrugged. “Because it’s true.”
Light frowned, unsure how to respond. After a moment, he said, “Well, yeah, I guess everything does die eventually. But that’s why we have to make the most of the time we have, right?”
You finally looked at him, your expression unreadable. “Do you really believe that?”
“Of course I do,” Light said firmly. “I want to do something great with my life. Don’t you?”
You tilted your head, considering this. “I don’t know. I guess I just want to sleep.”
Light laughed, a genuine, bright sound that startled you. “You’re funny,” he said. “I like that.”
You didn’t respond, but for the first time, you didn’t immediately walk away. Light took it as a small victory.
From that day on, you and Light fell into an odd sort of friendship.
He would drag you outside to play, and you would sit under a tree and watch him with a mixture of boredom and mild amusement. He would talk about his dreams and ambitions, and you would listen quietly, occasionally offering a dry, morbid comment that made him laugh despite himself.
Light Yagami, the star of the class, and you, the apathetic enigma, were an unlikely pair. But somehow, it worked.
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The first day of kindergarten marked yet another stark contrast between Light and you. While he marched into the classroom like a young prince, his satchel impeccably organized and his confidence radiating, you shuffled in ten minutes late, pajama top peeking out under your sweater, and bedhead that defied gravity.
Light glared at you from his seat as the teacher politely redirected you to the cubby area. “You forgot your backpack,” she said, her tone strained with the kind of forced patience adults use for particularly hopeless cases.
You shrugged. “I don’t need it.”
Light’s hand shot into the air. “Miss Tanaka, I can share my supplies with her today.”
“Oh, what a kind offer, Light!” Miss Tanaka beamed.
Your disinterested gaze flickered to Light as you slid into the seat next to him. “You’re too much,” you mumbled, barely audible.
Light leaned over, his smile tight. “You’re embarrassing yourself. Do you even want to be here?”
“Not really,” you replied, laying your head on your arms. “But my mom said I had to come.”
Light huffed. “Fine. At least try not to sleep through everything. You’ll fail if you don’t pay attention.”
“Fail what?” you asked, voice muffled against the desk. “It’s kindergarten. What are they gonna do? Hold me back from learning colors?”
Light groaned, already regretting sitting next to you.
———
It didn’t get better. Every day, Light arrived prepared, polished, and ready to dazzle the teacher, while you dragged yourself in like you’d just crawled out of a cave. During lessons, he’d sit upright, hand raised with every answer, while you doodled spirals in the margins of the workbook he had to open for you.
“You’re not stupid,” he hissed during snack time one day. “I’ve seen your library. Who hides research papers under their bed? You could be at the top of the class if you tried.”
You tilted your head at him, crunching on your apple. “And what do I get for being at the top of the class? A gold star?”
“You get respect,” Light said, his voice rising. “You get opportunities. You build the foundation for a successful future.”
You shrugged. “I’m not really into respect or opportunities. I’m more into naps.”
Light clutched his juice box like it was the last thread tethering him to sanity. “Do you realize how frustrating you are? People would kill to be as smart as you.”
“Okay, so let them kill me,” you replied. “Then they can have it.”
He blinked, stunned. “You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.”
Light opened his mouth to argue, then thought better of it. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, stabbing his straw into his juice box with unnecessary force.
———
One afternoon, Light cornered you on the playground after recess. You’d been lying under the slide, watching clouds with your stuffed kitten perched on your chest.
“Explain this,” he demanded, holding up a scrap of paper he’d found in your desk. Scrawled on it was a complex math equation, solved perfectly.
You squinted at him. “What?”
“This! You did this in, like, ten seconds during free time. Why don’t you do this in class?”
You shrugged, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Class is boring. I already know all that stuff.”
“Then prove it,” Light snapped. “Get the answers right during lessons. Participate.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll fail otherwise!”
You sighed, exasperated. “Light, kindergarten isn’t that deep.”
“It is if you want to be taken seriously,” he shot back. “What if people think you’re dumb?”
“They already do,” you said, stretching lazily. “Doesn’t bother me.”
“Well, it bothers me!” Light exclaimed. “You’re my...my first friend, and you’re embarrassing both of us.”
You raised an unamused eyebrow, staring at him. “Friend?”
Light flushed. “Yes. Unfortunately.”
For the first time that day, you showed some form of emotion—a small, amused quirk of your lips. “Wow, that’s a lot of effort to impress a lazy failure like me. You sure you’re not the embarrassing one?”
Light threw his hands up, stalking off. “Unbelievable,” he muttered. “Completely hopeless.”
You watched him go, your smirk lingering. “You’re funny when you’re mad,” you said to your stuffed kitten. It didn’t reply, but you imagined it agreed.
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Light Yagami was on a mission.
Every morning, he’d march over to your house, perfectly polished shoes clacking against the pavement, carrying a spare set of pencils and a stack of workbooks just in case you’d “forgotten” yours again. He’d ring the doorbell with an air of determination that would make even seasoned professionals cower.
Your mother would answer, always frazzled and apologetic. “Oh, Light, thank you so much for your help! She’s...well, you know how she is.”
Light offered a tight-lipped smile, his patience stretched thin but holding. “It’s no problem, ma’am. I’m happy to help.”
And then he’d march up to your room, where you’d be sprawled on your bed, half-asleep, clutching that perpetually limp black kitten.
“Get up,” he’d order, pulling open your curtains to let the sunlight in. “You have a spelling test today, and if you fail it, I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” you mumbled, turning over to face the wall.
“I’ll never forgive you,” he snapped, grabbing your arm and hauling you upright.
You blinked at him groggily. “You’re dramatic.”
“And you’re insufferable,” he retorted. “Now get dressed. You’re not walking into class looking like you just rolled out of a dumpster again.”
———
It took weeks of constant pestering, but eventually, you caved—mostly out of guilt.
One evening, as Light sat at your kitchen table drilling you on basic addition, you noticed how tired he looked. His hair, usually immaculate, was slightly mussed, and his usually confident posture had a slight slump.
“Why do you care so much?” you asked, interrupting his lecture on number lines.
Light blinked, startled by your uncharacteristic question. “Because someone has to. You clearly don’t.”
You frowned, fiddling with the edge of your worksheet. “You could just...not.”
Light sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re my friend. Friends help each other.”
Your stomach twisted with something unfamiliar. Was it guilt? Or...gratitude? Either way, you muttered, “Fine. I’ll try.”
Light’s head snapped up. “What?”
“I said I’ll try. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
For the first time that day, Light smiled—a genuine, relieved smile that made your chest ache a little. “Good. That’s all I ask.”
———
To everyone’s shock (and to Light’s immense relief), you barely passed your next test. The teacher, Miss Tanaka, called the class to attention, holding up your paper as if it were a trophy.
“Everyone, let’s give a round of applause for our most improved student!”
You wanted to disappear into your chair as the class clapped, but Light sat next to you, beaming with pride as though he’d aced the test.
During recess, your parents showed up unannounced, their faces glowing with joy. Your mom hugged you tight, tears streaming down her face. “You passed! My baby passed!”
“It was one test,” you muttered, mortified. “And I barely passed.”
“Doesn’t matter!” your dad exclaimed, pulling out his phone to take a picture of you holding the crumpled test paper. “This is going on the fridge!”
Light stood off to the side, looking smug. “You’re welcome,” he muttered under his breath.
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One crisp autumn afternoon, you and Light sat together in the corner of the library. He was meticulously highlighting passages in his textbook, while you doodled lazily on a scrap of paper. The silence between you was companionable, save for the occasional scratch of a pencil.
After a while, you set your pencil down and leaned back in your chair, staring at him. He didn’t look up, but you knew he noticed.
“What?” he asked, his tone as sharp as the lines he underlined.
“Why are you doing this?” you asked bluntly.
He blinked, finally meeting your gaze. “What do you mean?”
“This,” you said, gesturing vaguely to the books, the papers, the entire setup. “You could’ve chosen literally anyone else to help. Someone smart, someone who wouldn’t drive you insane. But you chose me. Why?”
Light frowned, setting his highlighter down. “You’re my friend.”
“That’s not an answer,” you said flatly. “You made that choice before we were friends. So why?”
He sighed, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Why do you think?”
“I have theories,” you said, counting them off on your fingers. “One: you’re trying to make yourself look good by being the hero who saves the hopeless case. Two: you want to use me somehow, maybe turn me into some kind of pawn. Three: you just pity me. Or four...you’re a masochist who likes torturing yourself.”
Light’s lips twitched, though he fought to keep his expression neutral. “Those are some dark theories.”
“You’re not denying any of them,” you pointed out.
He sighed again, rubbing his temples. “Fine. If you want the truth, I’ll tell you.” His gaze turned serious, his eyes locking onto yours. “It’s because you’re...different.”
“Different?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow. “That’s vague.”
“I mean...the way you see things,” he explained, his voice softening. “Most kids our age don’t say the things you do. They don’t talk about how they’d let someone kill them if it meant they’d get something out of it. Or how they don’t care about respect or opportunities. You’re...disconnected from everything. It’s like none of it matters to you. Not even your own life.”
You stiffened slightly, his words hitting a little too close to home. “So you think I’m broken or something?”
“Not broken,” Light said carefully. “Just...strange. Most kids don’t think about death the way you do. They don’t talk about it so casually. And they definitely don’t seem like they’re one bad day away from giving up completely.”
You swallowed, looking away. “Maybe they just don’t say it out loud.”
“Maybe,” he admitted. “But you did. And it made me curious. I wanted to know why. I still do.”
“Curious?” you repeated, turning back to him. “That’s it? That’s why you’ve been dragging me out of bed and making me study? Because you’re curious?”
“Well, at first, yes,” he admitted, a faint smirk playing at his lips. “But then you started growing on me. You’re frustrating, sure, but you’re not...hopeless. You’re just someone who hasn’t been given the right reason to try yet.”
You stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in. “You’re weird, you know that?”
Light chuckled softly. “Coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
For a moment, the two of you just sat there, the quiet of the library wrapping around you like a blanket. Finally, you broke the silence. “So what’s your endgame? What do you want out of this?”
He tilted his head thoughtfully. “Honestly? I want to see what you’ll do if someone actually believes in you.”
His words hung in the air, heavier than you’d expected. You didn’t respond, unsure if you even could. But for the first time, you found yourself wondering what it would feel like to prove him right.
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Over the years, Light’s persistence and your reluctant tolerance had blossomed into something neither of you could have predicted: an unshakable friendship. From kindergarten to grade school, you and Light Yagami had become inseparable—a fact that delighted your parents and baffled your classmates.
“You two are like an old married couple,” your mom teased one afternoon as Light sat at your kitchen table, carefully outlining a study plan for your next science test.
You gagged dramatically. “Gross, Mom. I’d rather marry my stuffed kitten.”
Light didn’t even look up. “The kitten has better manners, anyway.”
Your dad chimed in from the living room. “You sure about that, son? You’ve spent more time here than at your own house. Feels like you’re already part of the family.”
Light flushed, but he composed himself quickly. “It’s only because I need peace and quiet to work, Sir. Your house is quieter than mine.”
“Oh, so that’s why you’re here all the time,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I thought you just liked annoying me.”
“That too,” Light quipped, giving you a smug smirk.
———
Your parents weren’t wrong. Despite the bickering, the teasing, and the endless sarcastic remarks, the two of you were practically attached at the hip.
Weekends were spent either at your house or his, depending on whose parents caved first to the persistent question: “Can they stay over?” His room was always spotless, the air smelling faintly of fresh linen. Yours, on the other hand, was a cluttered mess of books, art supplies, and random knickknacks you refused to throw away.
Light always insisted on tidying up when he was over. “You’re a walking disaster,” he’d grumble, picking up a pile of papers. “How do you even live like this?”
You’d shrug, tossing a pillow at him. “I thrive in chaos. Unlike you, Mr. Spreadsheet-for-Everything.”
Still, for all his complaints, he never stopped coming over.
———
Trips with both families were another routine you’d both grown used to. Your parents and his got along swimmingly, exchanging recipes, stories, and laughs over bonfires and picnics while the two of you wandered off to do your own thing.
One summer vacation, both families rented cabins by a lake. Light had been determined to teach you how to skip stones—a task that proved far more difficult than he’d anticipated.
“You’re not even trying!” he groaned as your stone plopped into the water with a pitiful splash.
“I am trying,” you protested, flopping onto the grass. “You just have unreasonable expectations.”
“It’s basic physics,” he argued. “Angle, spin, and force. That’s all it takes.”
“Then you do it,” you challenged, crossing your arms.
Light rolled his eyes, picked up a stone, and launched it across the water in a perfect arc. It skipped five times before sinking.
“Show-off,” you muttered, though a small smile tugged at your lips.
———
Study dates became an unspoken tradition. Whether at your house, his, or the library, you’d sit side by side, each absorbed in your respective work. Light would meticulously annotate his textbooks, while you alternated between actually studying and scribbling doodles in the margins of your notes.
“You could at least pretend to focus,” Light said one evening, glancing at the tiny cartoon you’d drawn of him glaring at a stack of books.
“I am focused,” you replied, grinning as you added a speech bubble that read, “Don’t breathe near my books!”
Despite his exasperation, Light always made sure you understood the material. He had a way of breaking down complex topics into something manageable, and while you’d never admit it out loud, you’d grown to appreciate his efforts.
———
Free time was a mix of quiet companionship and playful banter. Video game marathons often ended with Light grumbling about your reckless strategies, while you’d laugh at his over-calculated moves. Reading sessions were even quieter—Light engrossed in a novel while you skimmed through whatever caught your interest.
“Do you ever read anything normal?” he asked once, holding up your dog-eared copy of a horror anthology.
“Do you ever read anything fun?” you shot back, gesturing to his thick political science book.
———
And, it's been like that, a normal friendship of two childhood friends.
But, after spending time with you constantly.
Light could tell you always kept him at a distance.
Even when you showed lazy smiles and seemingly emotional outbursts, nothing you did seemed... real. At least nothing genuine.
It annoyed him more than he cared to admit.
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It was the same day every year.
For as long as Light Yagami could remember, you disappeared on this exact date, slipping away as if the world itself no longer had a claim on you. No calls, no notes, no explanation. You’d vanish without warning, leaving behind nothing but questions and silence. It was frustrating, baffling, and for Light, who prided himself on always knowing the answers, intolerable.
He’d tried everything—calling you relentlessly, asking your parents (who seemed strangely tight-lipped about it), even checking the places you frequented. But every year, no matter how determined he was, you eluded him.
This year, however, was going to be different.
Light sat at his desk, staring at the calendar with a furrowed brow. He had spent the last week piecing together fragments of information, retracing your habits, looking for any clue that might give him an edge. The truth gnawed at the edges of his mind—this day was important to you. It wasn’t just another day.
It was your birthday.
And yet, you always spent it alone.
———
When the day arrived, Light was prepared. He skipped school, opting instead to scour the neighborhood, the nearby park, the library—every possible place you might hide. Hours passed, and frustration simmered beneath his calm façade. The rain that had started as a drizzle was now a relentless downpour, soaking him to the bone as he wandered.
It wasn’t until late afternoon that he found himself near the outskirts of town, a forgotten area filled with rusting machinery and abandoned warehouses. Light almost dismissed it—why would you come here?—but something compelled him to look closer.
And then he saw you.
Huddled under the sagging roof of a dilapidated warehouse, you sat clutching your worn black kitten stuffed toy. The sight of you stopped him cold. You weren’t crying, but the emptiness in your eyes sent a chill through him. It was the same look you had when he first met you—hollow, weary, like the weight of the world rested squarely on your small shoulders.
Light didn’t approach immediately. For the first time, he hesitated, unsure of how to close the distance between you. The rain thundered against the metal roof, drowning out the sound of his shallow breaths. Something about the scene felt fragile, as though one wrong move might shatter whatever thread kept you grounded.
Finally, he stepped forward, moving carefully so as not to startle you. When he reached the small, makeshift shelter, he crouched beside you, his school uniform drenched, water dripping from his hair.
“You’re going to get sick sitting out here,” he said quietly, his voice steady despite the turmoil churning in his chest.
You didn’t respond. Your fingers clung tightly to the stuffed toy, knuckles white, but your gaze didn’t lift from the ground.
Light didn’t press further. Instead, he slipped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. The space was cramped, but he adjusted, shielding you from the worst of the rain that still managed to seep through the cracks. His embrace was firm yet gentle, radiating warmth despite his soaked clothing.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. He could feel the faint tremble in your frame, the shallow rise and fall of your chest. Light’s jaw clenched as he held you tighter, willing his presence to do what words couldn’t.
He didn’t ask why you were here. He didn’t ask what had happened. Those questions could wait. Right now, all that mattered was keeping you close, anchoring you to something steady.
“You don’t have to tell me,” he murmured, his voice low but steady. “But I’m here, okay? I’ll always be here.”
You didn’t respond, but your grip on the stuffed kitten loosened slightly, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his sleeve. It wasn’t much, but to Light, it was enough.
Minutes stretched into an hour, the rain showing no signs of letting up. Light’s teeth chattered as the cold seeped into his skin, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t. Not when you were like this.
He rested his chin lightly on top of your head, his eyes closing as he focused on the steady rhythm of your breathing. “I hate seeing you like this,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “You don’t have to be alone. Not ever.”
———
The rain continued its relentless rhythm, pattering against the warped metal roof above you. The cold seeped into Light’s skin, but he paid it no mind. His focus was entirely on you—on the small, trembling frame in his arms and the fragile silence that surrounded you.
And then, for the first time, he saw it.
A single tear slid down your cheek, blending with the rain before it could fall to the ground. You didn’t sob. You didn’t even make a sound. The tears seemed to escape against your will, slipping out silently as if they’d been held back for too long.
Light’s breath hitched. He had never seen you cry before. Not once in all the years he had known you. You were always the one who laughed mockingly at his exasperation, who messed with him with your messy habits and lazy smile. But now, the person in his arms seemed like a stranger—someone hollow, distant, and impossibly fragile.
His arms tightened around you instinctively, pulling you closer to shield you from the cold and rain. He felt an ache in his chest, a helpless frustration that he couldn’t name. He wanted to ask—wanted to demand—what had brought you here, what had hurt you so deeply. But the moment was too delicate. He couldn’t risk pushing you further away.
Instead, he spoke softly, his voice barely audible over the rain. “You’re freezing,” he murmured, his tone gentle. “Let me keep you warm, okay?”
You didn’t respond, your gaze still fixed on the stuffed black kitten in your hands. Light’s eyes flickered to the toy, the one you always carried with you no matter where you went. He’d teased you about it countless times, calling you childish for holding onto it like a lifeline. You’d always deflected with a laugh, saying something about how it was “just a habit” or “blessed.”
But now, as he watched you clutch it with a desperation he hadn’t seen before, Light wondered if there was more to the story.
He shifted slightly, adjusting his position so he could better shield you from the rain. His movements were deliberate, careful not to startle you. “You always carry that thing,” he said softly, his voice laced with a warmth he rarely used. “I used to think it was just because you liked it. But…” He trailed off, unsure of how to finish the thought.
You didn’t look at him. Your fingers tightened around the kitten, its worn fur darkened by the rain. Light swallowed, resisting the urge to press further. Instead, he leaned his head slightly against yours, his voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s okay,” he said. “You don’t have to say anything. I just… I’m here. That’s all.”
He could feel the faint tremble in your frame, the quiet, unsteady rhythm of your breaths. The rain poured on, but Light stayed where he was, holding you as though his presence alone could chase away whatever darkness had brought you here.
“You’re not alone,” he murmured, his voice soft but steady. “Not while I’m here.”
Still, you didn’t speak. Your focus remained on the stuffed kitten, and Light felt a pang of frustration—not at you, but at his own inability to reach you. He wanted to fix this, to take away whatever was hurting you, but he didn’t know how.
So he stayed quiet, his arms steady around you, offering you the only comfort he could. His voice, when he spoke again, was softer than before.
“When you’re ready,” he said, his words gentle, “you can tell me. Or not. It’s up to you.”
Your shoulders relaxed just a fraction, and though you still didn’t speak, Light took it as a sign that his words had reached you, even if only a little.
He stayed there with you under the cramped shelter, the rain soaking through his clothes, his heart heavy with unspoken questions. But for now, he focused on keeping you close, on being the steady presence you needed.
Because whatever it was that haunted you, whatever it was that had brought you to this place, he wasn’t going to let it take you away. Not now. Not ever.
———
You sat there, clutching the black kitten stuffed toy tightly, your expression blank and weary. Light stayed silent, his arms still wrapped around you, his mind whirring with unspoken questions. Then, at last, you spoke.
“Kuro’s dead.”
The words were quiet, devoid of emotion, but they pierced through the air like a knife. Light blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Kuro? Who was Kuro? He had his theories—the kitten stuffed toy, perhaps—but he didn’t interrupt. He waited, sensing that you had more to say.
“It’s stupid,” you added, staring down at the toy in your lap, your voice flat and almost detached.
Light didn’t move, his arms steady around you, letting you take your time.
You cried silently, tears slipping down your cheeks without a sound, mixing with the rainwater that clung to your face. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you continued, your words halting and broken.
“Don’t… don’t tell anyone,” you murmured, your voice barely audible. “But… I’m not close with my parents. At all.”
Light’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t speak. He only held you closer, letting you keep going.
“I don’t… I don’t even like them that much,” you admitted, your voice so soft he had to strain to hear. “I respect them. I’m thankful for what they’ve done, I guess… they’re humble, and they’ve done well for themselves. But…” Your voice wavered slightly, though it still carried that hollow tone. “I don’t love them. Not really.”
You paused, gripping the stuffed kitten tighter, as though drawing strength from its presence.
“I had one friend,” you said, the words trembling just slightly. “Before you.”
Light’s chest tightened at that. He didn’t speak, but his gaze softened, his arms shifting slightly to shield you more from the rain.
“A small kitten. I found him… Kuro. Tiny. Weak. Just like me.” You took a shaky breath, your tone still muted but tinged with a deep sadness. “I took care of him for years. Before I met you.”
You stopped again, your gaze distant, focused entirely on the stuffed kitten in your hands. “He… he kept me company. More than my parents ever did. Gave me more love than I’ve ever had.”
Light felt his throat tighten at your words, but he stayed silent, letting you continue at your own pace.
“But one day… one day, he disappeared.” Your voice cracked, and Light’s arms instinctively tightened around you, his silent way of telling you he was there. “I… I never found out why. I searched for him everywhere. I still do.”
Another tear slipped down your cheek, your expression still blank, your voice barely above a whisper.
Your hands clutched the black kitten stuffed toy tighter, your knuckles turning white. “Kuro… he loved me. I know he did. And I loved him.” Your voice broke. “But I never knew what happened to him.”
You paused, the silence heavy between you, before you finally spoke again, the words soft but heavy with meaning.
“It was on this day,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “My birthday. The day I found him… and the day I lost him.”
Light’s heart ached at the sight of you, so small and broken, clutching that stuffed kitten like it was the last piece of Kuro you had left. He wanted to say something, to comfort you, but he knew words wouldn’t fix this. So instead, he held you tighter, leaning his head gently against yours.
The rain continued to fall, but in that small, cramped space, Light made a silent vow. He didn’t know how, but he would make sure you never felt this kind of pain again. He wouldn’t let you be alone—not on this day, not on any day.
For now, though, all he could do was stay by your side, his quiet presence a promise that he wasn’t going anywhere.
———
The rain poured down relentlessly, the chill seeping into your skin despite the tight, makeshift cover Light had helped you take refuge under. You still hadn’t moved much, your gaze locked on the black kitten stuffed toy clutched tightly in your hands. You were out of it—emotionally drained and distant, like you were too far away to notice anything around you.
Light stayed close, his arms still wrapped protectively around you, but this time, he gently reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. His grip was firm but not forceful, a silent reminder that he was there.
You didn’t react. Not to the touch, not to the warmth. Your fingers remained limp in his grasp, as though nothing around you mattered.
After a long moment of silence, Light spoke softly, his voice steady and sure despite the emotions simmering beneath the surface. “I’m not going to leave you.”
There was no reaction at first, just the quiet sound of rain pattering against the warehouse roof. Then, finally, you murmured, your voice flat and resigned, “You don’t have to say that.”
Light frowned, but he stayed silent as you continued, the words coming slowly, emotionlessly. “I won’t be mad if you leave. Even if it’s you. I’m used to it. People always leave, eventually.”
The casualness of your words stung, like they’d been spoken countless times before. Light’s grip on your hand tightened briefly before he let out a low, frustrated sigh.
And then, without warning, he flicked your forehead—sharp enough to sting but not enough to hurt.
You winced, glaring at him in offense as you finally snapped out of your daze. “Ow! What was that for?”
“That,” Light said, his expression firm but his tone softer than usual, “is for saying something so stupid.”
You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You don’t get to decide that I’ll leave, or that anyone else will. And you especially don’t get to act like it doesn’t matter if I do. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
You glared at him, the tears still slipping down your cheeks betraying the anger in your eyes. “It’s not stupid. It’s realistic—”
Light interrupted again, this time by pulling you closer, his free arm wrapping around you securely. “Stop,” he said, his voice quieter now, though no less firm. “You’re my best friend. Or did you forget I existed?”
You blinked at him, your lips parting in a faint protest, but no words came out.
“Too stuck in your own bubble to notice anything?” he continued, his tone softening just enough to take the sting out of his words. “Do you know how frustrating that is?”
You looked away, uncomfortable under his gaze, but he didn’t let you pull back. Instead, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, intertwining your fingers even tighter.
“And though it’s embarrassing to say,” he muttered, his cheeks faintly pink but his expression sincere, “I love you. You’re my best friend, and I’m not going anywhere. So don’t say things like that, okay?”
You glanced up at him, caught off guard by the uncharacteristic vulnerability in his words. For a moment, the faintest flicker of something broke through the haze clouding your mind—something warm, something soft.
Light sighed, brushing a strand of wet hair away from your face before resting his forehead lightly against yours. “I mean it,” he said quietly. “So stop acting like it doesn’t matter.”
You didn’t respond, but you didn’t pull away either. You stayed there, silent and motionless, as Light held your hand a little tighter, his warmth chasing away some of the chill. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel so alone.
———
You clutched the black kitten stuffed toy even closer, holding it as if it were the only thing grounding you to the present. Yet, you didn’t resist when Light pulled you closer, his arms wrapping securely around you, his warmth seeping into your cold, damp frame.
Light buried his face in your shoulder, inhaling the subtle, familiar scent of you that always lingered—a soft, flowery fragrance that felt uniquely you. For a moment, his tension eased. He could feel the faint rhythm of your breathing, slow and steady, a sign that you weren’t as distant as before.
When he finally lifted his head, he noticed the shift in your expression. You weren’t out of it anymore—your gaze was clear, steady, and focused. He stared at you, his face inches away from yours. There had been moments before where you were this close, but something about now… felt different.
His eyes lingered on you, tracing the lines of your face—your soft features framed by damp hair, the way your lashes glistened with lingering tears. His chest tightened, and his heartbeat quickened, a rhythmic thrum he couldn’t ignore.
Light didn’t understand it. You were his best friend. You’d always been. But the way the air felt heavier between you, the way his gaze locked onto yours as if it couldn’t look away—it was unfamiliar. Strange.
You blinked at him, your eyes meeting his directly. There was no hesitation in your gaze, no walls, just you looking back at him. And somehow, that clear, unguarded look made his breath catch.
Without realizing it, Light leaned closer, the space between you shrinking. His heart thudded louder, and for the first time in his perfectly calculated life, he didn’t know why.
You tilted your head slightly, a small, curious motion that made him freeze. Light’s gaze flickered to your lips, then back to your eyes. He swallowed hard, shaking off the thought before it could form fully.
This is just normal… right? You’re best friends. That’s all this is. It’s nothing.
Clearing his throat softly, he raised a hand to your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. He wiped away the last of your tears with a gentle touch, his expression softening as he did.
“There,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “No more tears, okay?”
You didn’t reply, but you didn’t need to. The way you stayed still, letting him be there for you, letting him take care of you—it was enough.
Light exhaled slowly, his fingers lingering against your skin for just a moment longer before he pulled back, his face still alarmingly close to yours. His gaze flickered down once more before snapping back to your eyes, and he forced himself to look away, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.
“Let’s… let’s get you warm,” he said, his voice slightly uneven. But he didn’t move away, his arms still wrapped around you as the rain fell around the two of you.
———
And then, you finally—hesitantly—wrapped your arms around Light in return. It was small at first, almost uncertain, but then you leaned into him, letting the weight of your stuffed kitten fall against your chest as your grip tightened around him. For the first time, you seemed genuine in not holding back, no barriers or pretense.
Light stilled for a moment, taken aback. The soft press of your arms around him felt different. It wasn’t just the act of hugging; it was the way you allowed yourself to depend on him, even if only for a moment. Slowly, his arms tightened, pulling you closer as if he could shield you from every storm that ever dared to touch you.
But then you spoke, your words cutting through the quiet. They were low, trembling, as if pulling them from within you was an effort: “People always leave, Light… It’s normal. It’s okay. I’ve stopped being mad about it. Even if they hate me, or forget me, or just… leave. It’s fine.”
You didn’t sob. You didn’t even sniffle. But the way your voice cracked faintly at the edges told him everything.
“It’s not fine,” Light said firmly, his voice steady even as his chest ached at your words. “I’ll never leave you. Never.” He paused, his voice softening. “Even if the whole world turns against you, even if everyone else leaves or hates you, I won’t. I could never hate you.”
He shifted, leaning back just enough to look at your face. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice low, steady, and filled with a conviction he hadn’t fully realized was there.
And then, it happened.
Slowly, tentatively, you smiled.
Not the lazy grin you threw out when deflecting his teasing, or the carefree smirk you donned when pretending nothing could touch you. This one was different. Small, shy, and vulnerable. A smile that spoke of a quiet happiness you hadn’t felt in a long time—perhaps ever.
Light’s breath caught. He was utterly at a loss for words, a rarity for him. He wanted to say something—anything—but his mind seemed to go blank, his focus completely captured by that tiny, genuine curve of your lips.
His heart stuttered in his chest, a rapid pounding that he prayed you couldn’t hear. His gaze flicked down, his thoughts racing. He didn’t even realize he was leaning closer again, his eyes tracing the soft lines of your face, the way your damp lashes framed your eyes, the faint warmth in your expression.
The urge came so suddenly, so powerfully, it almost startled him. A quiet, insistent desire to press his lips to yours, to see if that warmth would spread, to feel the closeness that his words couldn’t seem to bridge.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he tightened his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer. His face buried in your hair, his breath unsteady as he inhaled the faint, flowery scent of you—a scent he found oddly intoxicating. He closed his eyes, willing his heartbeat to calm, to stop betraying the storm of emotions he didn’t fully understand.
What’s wrong with me?
But he wouldn’t let you know. Not now. Maybe not ever.
For now, this was enough. You were his best friend, after all. That’s all this was. Or so he told himself.
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Ever since that rainy day, something between the two of you shifted. The walls you had so carefully constructed around yourself didn’t crumble all at once, but they softened—just enough to let Light slip through. You stopped deflecting his care with dismissive remarks, stopped brushing off his attempts to get close. Your reactions around him felt different now: genuine, unguarded, like you no longer saw the need to pretend.
It didn’t happen overnight, but over the years, Light noticed the subtle changes. The way you let yourself laugh freely when he teased you instead of smirking half-heartedly. The way you didn’t hesitate to lean into his shoulder when you were tired, trusting that he’d hold you steady. The way you’d meet his gaze, no longer distracted or distant, and actually see him.
It was as if the two of you had carved out your own private little world, a space where no one else existed. It was always just you and him, whether you were crammed into the corner of the library whispering about your latest inside joke or walking home side by side, sharing a single umbrella that never quite fit the both of you.
And honestly? He loved it.
He loved the way you’d wrinkle your nose at his over-planned schedules but still follow along without complaint. He loved how you’d surprise him with random facts you thought he’d find interesting, your voice tinged with excitement just for him. He loved the way you always looked for him first in a crowded room, your eyes lighting up the moment they met his.
He told himself it was just the comfort of familiarity, the bond of having a best friend who understood him better than anyone else. But deep down, there was another part of him that relished it for an entirely different reason.
Because in this little bubble you’d created, there was no one else. No competition, no distractions, no one vying for your attention. It was just him.
You were all his, whether you realized it or not.
Light never said it out loud, of course. He always played the part of the doting best friend, careful not to overstep, not to scare you off. But he couldn’t help the satisfaction that bloomed in his chest every time he caught someone staring at you, only for you to brush it off without a second thought.
You didn’t need anyone else.
You had him, and that was enough.
And as selfish as it was, he hoped it would stay that way forever.
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Hello, call me Milk! I was absent for some months but I'm back yall. ;) I also updated some things so check it out and send in some stuff!
What I write and Rules:
-one-shots
-scenarios
-head cannons
-others i probably forgot! (feel free to ask!)
Rules:
-I don't write inc3st or any sort of p3doph1l1a.
-I won't write NSFW scenarios with underage characters.
-I will write gore, NSFW/smut, non-con, basically anything except what I don't write lol (I'll put content warnings on each story don't worry!)
-Be sure to write what you want and who you want! Most stories will have gender neutral pronouns (they/them) unless specifically requested for different pronouns!
Who I write for
I am still taking Cold War requests. I'm also working on final parts for stories that have not been finished. So keep an eye and request request request!!!!
Anonymous asked: Can I please request a imagine where the ready is Dallas total opposite best friend (she is really kind and sweet) and a soc flirts with her and Dallas gets protective and possessive and admits he is inlove with her?
Anonymous asked: hi! could you write about the reader going out with dally and getting into trouble for the first time and they end up getting jumped by socs? protective dally is so hot
Warnings: swearing, blood, really really long (4018 words to be exact)
a/n: haha guess who got carried away again!! I mean, I tried to make this one longer anyways because I combined two requests in one. They were very similar so I hope y’all are okay with that!! also, I tried to shake up the ending a bit because I feel like all my imagines end the same,, credit to @bisvtori for the photo
First off, hello everyone! I hope everyone has been doing so well over these past couple of years. Yes, I'm very much alive, I just needed some time with my now husband and our family for personal reasons.
Second, I missed every single one of you while I was gone. There hasn't been one day where I haven't thought about this community/little family we all created on here with my drawn-out hiatus.
I'm here to explain myself on why I disappeared for so long and how sorry I am for ghosting all of you on here. Well, there was a lot going on at the time I left. If you guys remember my husband, Brandon, we decided to postpone our wedding due to getting kicked out of the house we rented during the pandemic. We had to scramble fast and find a new home to live in. I had to pick up two jobs just to keep us floating. There was a point where I never even got to see Brandon or my animals at times. I had to put Tumblr down and stop writing so we could get our life back together. A few months afterward, we finally found a home that we were in a position to buy, and we did. We wanted a permanent place to put down roots, be closer to our families, and start our OWN family.
After we moved into our house, hard times fell. We both became depressed because we thought we couldn't conceive our own child. As many of you know, two years ago, I lost my first pregnancy. So, we abandoned the thought of ever being able to have our own child. We considered adoption but wanted to wait until we were financially stable to even consider.
But now, as of August this year, everything is perfect. We had the BIGGEST surprise of our lives, when one day I woke with horrible back pains. After arriving at an emergency room and being looked over, they told us that I was in ACTIVE LABOR and 3 centimeters dilated! I had experienced what is called a cryptic pregnancy for the entire 9 months. Our son was born healthy, and beautiful on August the 5th, 2023.
Now that I'm still reeling from this new mom life, I'm so excited to officially announce that I'm back on Tumblr! I'm beyond ready to catch up with all my old friends, write new stories about our Cold War favorites, and just talk about whatever pops in my inbox. I will be answering old asks that have sat dormant for the past two years. And please respect this part, but I will not be posting pictures of our son on my wall. If you wish to see him, DM me and I will gladly share!
I look forward to talking to all of you again. I have missed you dearly! So please, don't be afraid to reach out to me and say hello!
Yay! I'm so happy you are taking requests. Thanks for answering! ❤️ I was wondering if I could get a fic with Ellis from L4D where him and the reader (female) have a young daughter together named Nessarose? No smut involved, just really fluffy little family fic. Cute, and I want you to have fun with it! I'll enjoy anything you post. Thank you again, I appreciate you!!! 🌝🥺
I absolutely adore this! My heart!!!
Left 4 dead Ellis x Fem! Reader Parenting at it's finest
(A bit OOC for Ellis)
You felt a smile tug at your lips as you watched the door to your bedroom slowly opened. Your husband was still sound asleep beside you, loudly snoring unaware of the small figure that snuck into your room. However, you pretend not to notice the little one that miserably hid how quiet their steps were. It wasn't until said little one was within arms reach was when you made your move. Yanking the covers off you and your husband, you lunged off the bed and wrapped you and your daughter in a blanket cocoon. "COME HERE!" You yelled scaring the daylights out of your daughter. The loud screech that followed after, woke up your husband a thud telling you he fell out of bed. "Ellis, love are you alright?" A muffled. "Yeah!" Made you and your daughter laugh.
"I almost had it!" Nessarose exclaimed as you made breakfast. This made you softly chuckle as Ellis held an ice pack to his head. "Well, your steps were a bit loud sweetie." You say as you place the plates down. Ellis made exaggerated kungfu moves. "Yeah, you gotta be sneaky like a ninja." Shaking your head, you nod to Ellis. "Not to mention your father's snoring like a damn grizzly bear woke me up way before hand." To this he looks at you with an offended look, Nessarose loudly laughed. "I don't snore." You raised a brow and look over at your daughter who took your side. "Daddy, you snore really REALLY loud. Like shaking the house loud!" Ellis placed a hand over his heart and let out a gasp. "My own daughter goin against me! What has the world come to!" You rolled your eyes and softly laughed.
Just then your daughter smiled up at you. "Can you teach me how to be a ninja mom?" You shrugged before standing up with your plate. "If you wish to be a good ninja first you must do the most important thing to becoming a good ninja." She beams up at you waiting for you to finish the sentence. Ellis chuckles knowing where this is going. "All good ninjas go to school and get good grades." You laughed as Nessarose deflated in her chair. "But school is boring!" Ellis points his fork to her then to you. "Yeah but how do ya think me and your mom are awesome fighters in those stories we tell ya?" With a little huff she lowers her head. "If it means becoming the best ninja in the world-" Suddenly she jumps from her chair almost scaring you. "-then I will go to school to become the bestest ninja in the whole wide world!" You pumped your fist in the air. "That's the spirit! Now lets get going, don't wanna wait on the road to become the bestest ninja now do we?" She hopped down from her chair and took a hold of your hand. "Let's go!"
Russell played baseball in high school, and was pretty damn good. Now, since being in the CIA, he hasn't picked up a slugger since. Maybe its time for the reader to show him how it's played.
TW: Strong language, sexual jokes.
It was a hot, summer afternoon at the base and many others were trying to stay cool as the 97-degree weather pounded down onto the tin roof. You, for the most part, were catching up on things you needed to be done in your room.
You cleaned, reorganized, and moved things around so they would feel fresh again. Your small black radio filled your room with the upbeat tunes of The Outfield - Your Love.
With the first guitar rift, memories of the team flooded instantly into your head. Lazar wearing a lampshade, Frank doing a silly dance with Mason with a beer in his hand, Helen at your side laughing just as hard as you. And Sims playing one wicked air guitar.
And Russell joined in at the last second so he wouldn't miss the chorus of the song. Hell, by then you would all have arms around the shoulders and sing as much as your lungs could handle.
You sat down for just a second to take all those memories in, and relive them. Those were the times before things started to get more serious with the Perseus hunt.
Things got dark and gloomy after the incident in Cuba, now everyone walked on eggshells around Russell. He never took to losing someone who we worked with easily. But after the loss of a long-time friend from another unit, almost brought him to his knees.
He always acted tough around the team, but you could tell deep down inside, he was ready to blow. This got you thinking about how you could take away all his anxiety and pain, let him have the opportunity to make another good memory for now.
Even if that meant for a few hours or a whole day. You got up, went to your desk, and did what any normal person would do. You read over his file carefully, maybe to see if he had any past hobbies he exceled in.
While in the middle of switching pages on your desktop, your door opened, and a quick rush of cool air filled the room. You spun around in your chair, and your eyes focused on the tall, petite brunette that entered with a file tucked under her arm, coffee, and a cigarette.
"Hey Y/N, sorry to just barge in. Hudson wanted me to come to share these updated rules with you about training." She said, closing the door as she looked up.
She pushed her glasses up and froze as her eyes focused on the file currently up on your screen. Your face went red, and you leaned back into your chair with a fake smile.
'Hey, Helen, way to knock huh?" You said, quickly using your body to block the screen.
She set her coffee down and simply pointed behind you. You flailed about as you tried desperately to click out of Russell's file.
"Oh, this? This is nothing, I was just trying to uh, do something?" You said, but more as a question.
Helen started laughing hysterically while she pulled up a chair and took a seat smack dab beside you.
"Y/N, no need to be embarrassed. I know you care for Russell greatly, but do you need to retort to such tactics as stalking the man?" She said in a cool tone.
You slumped over your desk and huffed. Great, now you look like a huge stalker to your best friend. How were you going to get out of this situation?
You turned and gave Helen a death glare. With her still cackling, you gave her arm a slight punch and went back to the desktop. You pulled up Russell's file again and looked for anything to help.
"I'm not stalking him, Hel. I'm trying to see if it says anything about what he liked when he was younger, maybe if he played any sports in school. But I can't find a damn thing about him!" You exclaimed pointing dramatically to the screen.
Helen lit a cigarette and you opened a can of Dr. Pepper. She scooted her chair up to your left side and looked at you with serious intent. You could practically see the gears grinding in her head, and it kind of scared you.
"Oh God Helen, what are you plotting? Your plotting I know that look from anywhere!!!" You exclaimed.
She gave you the classic horror movie smile and adjusted the glasses properly on her face.
"Y/N, you know me so well. Now, let's dig up the past on Mr. Adler here." She said, cracking her knuckles.
You simply slid down the chair you were sitting in horror, and watched. Now you were ready for the chaos that was about to unfold.
Time skip
After hours upon hours of digging through files, and even some additional research online to find just anything, you stumbled across an old newspaper headline.
"Helen, look! It's Russell!" You exclaimed.
You both intently scanned over the front page, and how Russell was the star of it.
"Local teenager named Allstar of the high school baseball team awarded a scholarship at finals"
The picture on the cover was Russell in his baseball uniform, holding a huge trophy. He had the black stripes painted on under his eyes, his hat could barely contain his blonde curled mess of hair. You assumed the people on either side of him were his parents.
The best part about the picture though was the huge, proud smile he wore. The background was dark from it being nighttime, and the lights illuminated his gorgeous silhouette. You felt a slight blush coming.
"Hello, earth to Y/N," Park said, looking directly at you.
You snapped your head towards her and smiled.
"What, I'm all here Helen." You said.
She gave you a suspicious eye, but then she giggled.
"Yeah, sure you were. Also, can we just acknowledge the fact that Russell had curlier hair than Bon Jovi?" She said.
You both laughed loudly.
"For real, I'm waiting for that picture to start singing about how the Union went on strike." You said.
Another rage fit of laughs erupted through the room, as you both cackled and started singing in horrible tones of the song.
After the laughing died down, your door was suddenly thrown open, and none other than Lawrence Sims' head poked through the door. You stood up to cover up the computer, and Helen took position right next to you.
"Hey y'all, can I come in?" He questioned.
"Sure, we were just discussing new safety and combatant rules," Helen said in a cool tone.
Lawrence came in and took a seat, he also had some papers in his hands. He gave a confused look as he finally saw both of you, tag-teaming covering the screen.
"Uh, whatcha y'all got going on there?" He questioned.
"Just looking at an old high school baseball list, that's all. For a little project." You said.
Lawrence quickly shook his and sighed.
"I hope y'all know I can see right in the middle past you, and I see that's Doc back in high school." He said.
You didn't know what to say, and neither did Helen.
"Listen, we aren't being weird, we were just trying to find out if Russell had any hobbies so we all could take a day, and do something. He's super depressed and I just want him to be happy, even if it's just for a day." You said.
"Sounds like to me that Y/N has a little crushy crush on the Doc," Lawrence said, making kiss sounds.
"Lawrence, I'll kill you if you say anything." You said.
He froze, and shivered.
"No thanks, I choose life." He said, putting a hand over his heart.
"Good, I'm glad we're on the same base then," Helen said with a wicked smile.
You got up and pulled out a notebook. You quickly jotted something down with a black pen and looked up back to them.
"Okay so, he enjoys baseball. So what now?" Helen asked.
You pulled out an older newspaper from your bedside drawer and scanned over the 'community tab. The moment you saw the city's baseball field that was open to the community as of now, you almost jumped up.
"Guys look, let's round everyone up and go here. We can play a few games of baseball and have lunch, stay until it's dark. Maybe hit up the nearby bar for happy hour." You winked.
Lawrence and Helen looked at each other with a satisfied face, and nodded.
"Well, I certainly have no objections. Let us all run around and play an American game very aggressively!" Helen exclaimed.
"Until we all get smoked by Doc." Lawrence scoffed.
You slipped your shoes on and your facility ID around your neck. You turned back to both of your friends and gave a come on motion.
"Well, come on. I'm gonna need your brains to help me convince Jason to not be such a stick in the mud." You said.
With that, you all headed ground level to his office.
A couple of days later
Lazar whipped the large borrowed van into a parking spot, right outside the giant, stadium before you all. Pulling up, Alex let out a low whistle and Helen snapped photos. She was just equally amazed as you were.
"Man, this place is fucking huge. I think this and Yamantu are a tie." Frank said, adjusting his baseball gear.
Russell sprung up from the very back seat and craned his neck to see what you all were talking about.
"Whoever let Lazar get his license needs fired. I feel like I just went through the space-time continuum." Jason complained.
Lazar gave him a serious face as he looked into the rear view mirror of the van at Jason.
"Fine, you can just walk next time. We both benefit!" He said.
Jason scoffed and finally opened the van door.
You stepped out, and Russell got out last. He took in a large grey stadium and you saw a smile creeping up on his face.
"So you planned all of this? Impressive. Love me some baseball." Russell said as he walked to your side.
You finished pulling your shirt down where you desired and looked towards him with a smile. You both started walking side by side but made sure to follow the group from behind.
The weather was perfect, and there were still plenty of hours of sunlight left for you all to cop out at least 5 games, that's if everyone wanted 5 games.
"So, what made you decide to haul all of us down here to a baseball field and play? What if someone doesn't like it?" Russell asked, smoking a cigarette.
"Oh you know, this is a pretty popular place, so I figured this would be a good distraction for all of us for a while. Things were pretty sour back at HQ, you know?" You said with a smile, bringing your backpack tighter on your back.
You all entered the stadium and went straight for the closet dugout and sat all your gear down. You all huddled together once everyone got everything out, and ready to go.
"Wait! Before we all go, there's one more thing. We can't play a game without the Babe Ruth special!" Alex yelled.
He pulled a tube of black paint from his back pocket and held it up. Everyone laughed as he dipped his finger, and marked two straight lines under both his eyes.
The whole team passed it around and did the same. After it was done, he recapped it and threw it next to his bag on the bench.
"Alright, now we need teams. Since there are eight of us all together, that helps. Pick a group of four and go from there. I call dibs on Y/N!" Helen exclaimed.
Lazar joined you, and so did Lawrence. Jason, Russell, Frank, and Alex all paired up, and the groups all decided to flip a coin to see who was batting or playing field first.
"Heads for Y/N's team, or tails for Doc's team," Lawrence said, putting the coin on the top part of his hand.
You nodded and watched with great intent. He flipped the coin with ease. It glided through the air with ease. The shiny coin fell and hit the ground with a small thud. You all stood around to see what it landed on.
You cheered when you saw heads. You and Helen jumped with joy when you saw Frank and Alex sigh. You all went to where you were supposed to be within in seconds.
Lazar stepped up to the plate first with a wooden slugger in his hands. Jason warmed up with the ball for a few seconds and slipped the black glove on his left hand.
You and Helen headed back to the dugout to watch. Lawrence took up the position of the umpire. You sat down and opened the water and offered it to Helen first, who gladly accepted.
"I hope I made the right choice. Now, this whole baseball thing seems kind of silly." You said.
Helen looked at you mid sip.
"What? Y/N don't be silly. Everyone is excited! Look, I've never seen Russell so excited before in his life. Other than when you walk into a room." She grinned.
Your face turned a beet red, and you lightly smacked her arm.
"Helen Park! Not here, Skidrow. Not today." You murmured out.
She laughed and turned her attention back to the field.
"You'll have to tell him eventually you know. It will drive you crazy." She said.
Jason struck Lazar out twice, and he was on his last swing. Jason threw a wicked curveball, but Lazar cracked it with ease. He threw the bat off home plate and took off to first.
The boys in the outfield took off at the speed of light after the ball. Alex picked it up after it landed on the ground, and chucked it to Russell. He caught it and turned to get Lazar out, but Lazar stopped at third base and gave a little hand wave.
"Sorry Rus, I'm safe," Lazar said with a little sass.
You poked Helen and whispered to her while she watched in amazement.
"You'll have to tell him soon Helen." You said with a dark laugh.
She smacked you lightly, before grabbing a bat and walking toward the plate. You sat back, pulled your hair up and smiled.
Time skip, hours later.
It was dark, and the field was lit up by the stadium lights. The team was easily on the 6th game of the night. It was serious now, and personal. After losses and winnings racked up on either side evenly, Russell's team was determined to win the last game of the night.
Alex walked up to bat while you stood at the mound, gloved up and ready to go. Frank turned up the radio at the dugout. You saw Alex come and position himself where he wanted.
"Hey Lex, how's it hanging? Long and hairy hard to carry, short and stubby kind of chubby, or a little to the left?" You asked with a smile.
Laughter erupted from either side and Alex just chuckled, bringing the bat over his shoulder.
"A little to the left, but you should already know that." He said.
Once the laughter died down, you brought your arm up for a pitch. You swung with ferocity, and drive. The ball flew through the air swiftly, like water, and straight past Alex who had swung way too early.
You repeated these steps two more times, and soon he was out. He walked back to the dugout after his defeat. Russell emerged and strut his way to the plate.
You watched him the whole time. You were mesmerized by how good he looked with sweaty hair and determination. Like he was trying to take top Alpha.
"You ready for this, blondie?" You said to him in a singsong voice.
He chuckled, took off his sunglasses, and brought the bat over his shoulder. He kicked some dirt off the plate and repositioned himself.
"As I'll ever be, chickadee." He rhymed.
Your heart went a million miles a minute as you came into the pitching position. You threw the first one, and it went right past him, he didn't even flinch.
Frank threw the ball back and you caught it with one hand. You returned it to your dominant hand and got ready to pitch again.
You cocked back, and with great force, you threw it with everything you had. The ball soared and made small whirring sounds as it flew towards Russell.
Russell took one step forward and swung with all his force. The ball made a sick cracking sound as it came into contact with the metal bat. The ball went flying over your head so fast, you couldn't keep an eye on it.
You simply watched in amazement as he took off running, and everyone was yelling. By some will, Lazar caught it after it landed. He threw it back and you caught it with precision.
You turned on your heel and immediately went to chase down Russell, who was already at 3rd base. You were on his heels and the home stretch was just feet in front.
You dove as Russell slid in. The ball touched his arm as his legs touched the plate. The whole team was yelling as you both looked at each other.
"Your out, Russell Adler. I got you." You said, with his face just inches from yours.
He chuckled, pulling closer to you.
"I'm pretty sure that was a tie, princess. But for you, I'll take out every time." He said.
Your eyes never left gaze. He inched closer and your heart dropped. His eyes were so beautiful, all you wanted to do was just trace his scar.
Your noses touched, and you almost screamed.
"Y/N" Russell said.
"R-Russel?"
"Can I kiss you?" He asked.
"Yes, please." You said.
Once your lips locked, sparks flew. You grabbed onto his head, locking your fingers in his hair as he sighed.
You heard cheering, catcalling, and a few 'get a room' from behind you. But you did not care. Russell slipped his tongue in your mouth and fought for dominance.
You heard a few clicks of a camera and soon pulled apart, a string of saliva still attaching you both.
You turned and saw Helen with a big smile, the camera pulled to her face. The whole team was cheering, Frank and Alex and Jason all cracked open a beer.
You and Russell both turned back to look at each other with a small blush. He got up and wrapped his arms around your arm to help you up.
Once you stood on both feet, his arm immediately went around your waist for support. You both smiled, as you lent on him. The light from the stadium captured this moment forever, and Helen's camera.
Everyone soon came to flank you both, and the boys lifted Russell into the air as the radio began to play the song you all loved so dearly.
"I don't wanna lose your love tonight, I just wanna use your love, tonight" it sang loudly.
Once the boys put him down, he came back over to you and held his hand out. You took it and locked your fingers.
"Come on Y/N, we have a bar to cause a commotion in," Russell spoke.
You laughed as you all walked off the field. You took one last look behind you at the field you'd never forget. Frank, Lawrence, Alex, and Lazar we're all singing along to the song.
Jason turned around and fixed his glasses, and pointed a finger toward you.
"Now I see why Y/N wanted to come to play baseball!" He exclaimed with a laugh.
Everyone laughed as you all piled in the van, and sped off.
YEARS LATER
The Y/L/N - Adler wedding went without a hitch. Everyone from the CIA was there, storming up a party. It was the middle of June, so it was perfect weather for the wedding and reception.
After the actual wedding, the real party started. Everyone was dancing, singing, playing games, and having fun. You looked out over the sea of people and smiled.
You felt arms wrap around your waist and a pair of lips attach to your neck. You jumped slightly.
"Frank, for the last time, Alex is over by the keg." You said jokingly.
"I'm not Frank, sweetheart." Russell said.
You leaned into his touch and brought a hand up to his cheek.
"Thank God." You laughed.
"You having a good time? Because I sure am. And I for sure will be when I get you on that plane." Russell said.
You scoffed and turned to look towards him.
"Please tell me you aren't taking me to another baseball field for our honeymoon." You joked.
"Damn! You foiled my plan! I was gonna have you be my sexy umpire too." He said with a laugh.
"I think it fits, us getting married the first place we declared our love. It was a pretty good idea." You said.
Russell relaxed to your touch as he watched everyone dance, and laugh.
"I would've had it any other way, babe. I love you."
"And I love you." You said as you faced him.
You locked lips as the lights in the stadium came on, just in time for sundown.
You knew you made the right choice, right here in the outfield.
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