#deathnote angst

[lightnotyagami]

This second of life, Feels like forever.

Dead character × reader (angst)

A/n: im sorry

Summary: he died (rip pookie)

Tw/cw: death, depression, not being able to get over lovers death, reader is emotionally dependend, implied schizophrenic episode, reader is a suicidal + Correct me if i missed anything !!

a moon without its sun, a laughter without its joy, a music without its dancer. A sigh with none of its happiness, a life without any hope and a soul that was not whole. It wasn't the first time you have seen this scene, the night sky with its full moon and the starry sky above it, but today was different. The sky wasn't as clear anymore. The starry sky now had clouds blocking all light from reaching the earth. The moon didn’t shine bright enough to light up the world below. Everything was dark except for what was illuminated by the glow of your house’s porch light.

28.584 hours

1191 days

170 weeks and 1 day without him.

There were only three things that could make you smile- his kisses, the smell of food on his breath when he came home, and the feeling of being cuddled against his chest.

but what happens when you take that away? What is left when you take a yin its Yang away? There are no words to describe the pain, the emptiness in your heart, the grief that takes over every inch of your body. You tried so hard to forget about him, but the memories always resurface just a little too late. You try to distract yourself with your friends’ and family's company, but it doesn't help much. Your mind won’t focus on anything other than the empty spot in your bed where he should be resting right now, curled up next to you as he slept. You wanted to be able to wake up to him snuggling into him while he slept, but that wont ever happen again .It hurt more than anything else you've ever felt.The tears that you've been holding back began falling down your cheeks.You sniffled loudly as your hands started shaking and your voice came out shaky. “I miss him.”Your voice barely audible. “Why can't you come back?” You closed your eyes tightly trying to stop the tears from flowing freely, but it seemed like it would never end. Even if it did, it wouldn't change the fact that you'd feel worse after they fell. The door opened slowly as someone made their way towards you quietly closing the door behind them.

"seriously, still crying?" You heard someone say. You knew that voice, that tone of voice. It always brought a small smile to your face. The voice that made everything feel lighter, even during the darkest of times. “it's already been 3 yesrs since i died; you shouldn't cry anymore.” He said as he sat down next to you wrapping an arm around your shoulders. It was silent for a few minutes before you finally responded. “It's not that easy" you cried now in his arms "why didnt you take me with you.."

Characters: light yagami , L lawliet , scaramouche , aether , kaeya , diluc , gojo , Levi Ackermann , eren yeager , Armin altert , reiner , tanjiro , akaza ,

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Your throat burns something awful and no matter how many times you try, you can’t swallow the lump in the back of it. L’s hands are in his pockets casually as he watches you from across the room. He’s sure you’re bluffing, otherwise he’d show some emotion, right?

“L, are you even listening?”

“I hear you, do you?”

“What?” It comes out more of a sigh.

“Hear yourself, do you?”

“You better not be saying I’m talking crazy for wanting my boyfriend to give me affection.”

His face gives nothing away still, large eyes unblinking as if you’re discussing something minute.

“You know I don’t have enough time and you’re demanding more.”

You throw your hands down from where they had been conjoined in front of you, “No, I’m asking that when you are present with me, you’re actually there. You barely touch me anymore, you hardly talk to me if it’s not an emergency or a favor!”

“So.. you want to have more sexual intercourse.” His thumb is between his lips, lips you haven’t kissed for weeks and lips you want to sew shut to see him struggle like you do when he shushes you to silence.

You’re standing in front of the bed, he’s by the door where’s he been since he came in and you tried to talk to him about his neglect.

“Sure, I don’t know. Just acknowledge me when you spend time with me.” You huff out, irritation pinching your expression.

“If you don’t know, why are you starting a fight?” He asks like it’s a genuine question and not a dig at your attempts at communication that have gone without comprehension. He quirks his head to the side, stepping forth to examine you head-to-toe like you’re a piece of evidence. His gaze is far away, two weeks in the future on a date he’d been awaiting for months but to you it just looks like he’s spacing out, lately a consistent state when he’s around you. It drives you crazy, the insane itch of hatred crawls up your spine and vibrates off of you.

You shake in rage, knowing it’s intentional your crazy smart boyfriend is pretending to be confused until you drop it. It won’t work this time.

You’re done explaining, done begging and suddenly all the fight dies. Your shoulders slump and your expression relaxes, a smirk twitches on L’s face, gone before you can point it out.

You turn around and march towards the closet, soft and purposeful as you reach the bag you’ve packed. You swing it over your shoulder and watch the faint victorious smile fall from his face when you emerge.

You don’t say anything as you pluck your phone from the bed, walking towards where he stands beside the door.

You remember every time you’d pleaded with him and he spun your words like a web around you, sticking you in meanings you both know you hadn’t intended. Every time, he would urge you to get some rest, pecking your cheek before disappearing out of the room and leaving you with teary eyes, trying to make some sense of this so loveless love you lived in.

You stopped by his frame, noting the close friendship between his eyebrows as he tried to mentally explain away your behavior. Ever so slowly, you lifted yourself up on tippy toes and pecked his cheek, leaving a harsh red stain before opening the door and leaving him forever.

You’re not sure if he’s crying, if he misses you but you are sure you’ve done enough of both of those while dating him and now that you’re free, you’re not going to waste anymore time on him.

And as he watches you on street cameras, climbing into a taxi and fading into the traffic, he wishes he’d spent more free time with you and not planning for the perfect proposal.

[my-weird-fandom]

I’m starting to work on an angst fic for death note and the concept pretty much is Light and L were raised together to be detectives at Wammy’s (along with B, A etc).

Light ends up leaving to do his own thing (probably reunite with his family) but then after a few years becomes Kira.

L ends up going on the case because he’s like, “Oh, this is interesting and won’t make me bored.” (Just like in the Manga/Show)

So L is hunting Kira down while silently pining for Light after becoming reunited with him while also truly hoping he’s wrong about Light being Kira.

Obviously i’m switching up the ages a bit so there isn’t as big as a difference. Chapters will come slowly but look out for that on my ao3 i’m working on the first chapter now! https://archiveofourown.org/users/my_weird_fandom

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