#deathnote fluff

[cherubguts0]

Sour Grapes (Apples)

🕯 Ryuk x reader

🕯 Fluff, light angst

✞𝐴／𝑁： 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛，𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛． 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚． 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 ’𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑠’ 𝑏𝑦 𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑚．

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It was night time, raining quite heavily as you read some random manga your friend had given you, laying on you’re stomach, surrounded by the stuffed animals you’d been collecting over the years. Almost oblivious to the horrific demon slowling raising himself through your carpet floors.

“Hehe hey y/-“ ryuk was quickly cut off as you chucked a stuffed animal at him. “WOAH! Hey what was that for?!” He asked, watching as you throw another one at his chest, only for it to go through him. “GET OUT! GET OUT I DONT WANNA SEE YOU!” You yelled, clearly upset at his presence, now sat up on you’re knees, another plushie in hand ready to throw.

“Huh? Why? You went through all that trouble summoning me just to throw me out?” Ryuk asked, walking till he was at the side of your bed, towering over you. “That was two weeks ago, TWO fucking weeks ago!” You said, looking up at the shinigami with a glare. “I was busy y/n”

“Busy with that Kira kid! You guys don’t even do anything anyways! You’re just hanging around him like a leach!” You’d been stalking Light for a while now, Ryuk told you about light about a month ago, promising that he’d visit every time you summoned him, at max taking a day or two to come over. You’d watch over ryuk like a love sick puppy, and granted you were, but that wasn’t important right this second.

“Hey, you didn’t want the deathnote, I can’t exactly get up and leave right now with everything going on.” Ryuk said, looking around your room. “You changed your room again” he mentioned, spotting a note on your desk.

You immediately knew what he was looking at, but he’d already picked it up and begun to read it before you could even say anything. “HEY!” You yelled, quickly standing on your bed, dropping the plush you had in your hand before grabbing at the paper in ryuks, the shinigami simply raising his arms up higher. “Woah, y/n sounds like you got a little crush on me” ryuk said, chuckling a little as he continued to read.

“It doesn’t mean shit, I don’t like you, I never have.” You attempted to defend yourself, ryuk only laughing at your words as he began to read out loud some of the note “ryuk please come back, I’ve done the summoning circle about a million times, I’ll do anything to have you in my room again.” Before ryuk could finish you knocked the paper outta his hands with a small pillow.

“Yknow, for someone who hates me so much you sure do think about me a lot” ryuk commented, looking down at you with a smug grin.

“I hate you” you replied

“Do you? You’re face tells a different story” ryuk lightly careered your face with his large hands, making you look at him as he scared your blushing face. You could your knees getting weak as he brought a kiss to your cheek, his lips were cold, but you didn’t mind. “Whatever.” Is all you could say, trying so hard to keep up your tough persona.

“Yknow, you’re probably one of the cutest humans I’ve met, it’s a shame you didn’t want the deathnote, I wouldn’t mind being on this mortal plane with you” ryuk said, bringing another kiss to your other cheek.

“You don’t mean that, you’re just a stupid shinigami!” You said with false venom, ryuk simpling seeing through your words and finally kissing you properly.

Again, his lips were cold, but you happily kissed back, your tough persona completely melting away as you warmed his lips with yours. One of ryuks hands going down to your waist to hold you up as you held onto his broad feathered shoulders, your knees giving out as the kiss became more passionate, your side being more needy as your heart filled with want for the god of death. As you two pulled away, ryuk gently sat you on the bed.

“Fell better now?” He asked, sitting down next to you. “,,, shut up” you responded, laying back on your bed, using your arm to cover your eyes. “You’re Gonna hate this, but I unfortunately have to go, I promise I’ll be back though!” Ryuk said, standing up, giving you one last kiss on the lips before leaving.

“I should of kept that stupid deathnote” you said, your voice soft as tears weld up in your eyes. You were stupid for falling in love with a shinigami and then tossing his deathnote away. You hated this, you hated light.

“Stupid shinigami”

This relationship was sour. Sour like green apples.

[happiest-jade]

🖤 Quiet conversation in a hotel room 🖤 L fiction, mostly fluff.

ᴀ/ɴ: ʏ/ɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʟ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴇꜰꜰᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ʟ ꜱᴏ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴜꜱᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ, ꜱᴇᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʀᴀ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ. ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴀɴ ᴀᴜ. ✦༝┉┉┉┉┉˚**.☣ ♡ ☣.**˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✦ "So... is Kira truly gone?" you ask, as you stare at the Television in the hotel room -- pitch darkness save for the bright outline of the curtains due to the midday sun.

Both you and L sat on the bed. You perched on the edge, closer to the TV, while L sat toward the headboard, in his usual, crouched position, as he stared at his laptop.

"Seems so.... though, who knows with the Shinigami.... Light-kun... though...."

You let out a heavy breath, "Heard about Misa-misa?"

"Yes, Y/N... she... wasn't bad, honestly...." You plop onto the bed, back hitting the mattress, "So I gathered." Really, there were days L wouldn't stop talking about his adventures in the kira-case -- including when he had to hand-cuff himself to Light-kun (for which you teased him, obviously) You and L got together during the Kira investigation. Of course, you were a well-kept secret. Not that you minded living in the shadows. Plus, there wasn't a single dull day with L in your life -- whether close or afar.

One rainy night, he came back, drenched, frazzled. Odd, since the Kira investigation kept him at HQ most of the time -- especially at this hour. "Lawliet, babe..." you asked, "What's wrong...?"

"I'm going to die soon.... Y/N." he said, his eyes mournful. "NO." of course this upset you. This was L. He was one of the greatest minds out there. Maybe there were God's of death -- seeing as Lawliet was the sanest person you knew.... and he said he'd seen one.... that put things in a different light of course.

No, there had to be a way.

That night, after many silent conversations, came the plan to let this investigation go. Light was Kira, but there was no proof. But the biggest advantage would be to let Kira think his most admirable foe was gone. Especially with B.... You had no idea of this almost-psycho who was a mass murderer, and to-be successor of L.... Beyond Birthday was even a possibility. But he was. In some prison somewhere, and could be transported, to be used as L's replacement in the coming days. Who's legal name could be changed.... So, in the present day, as you lay on the bed, with L's beating heart next you, solving a case, which he estimated would take him, "no more than 2 hours Y/N," L was still alive, and Kira, as the world knew was gone. Or rather, Light was. It was quite dark, indeed.

But night does end, and dawn does break. "Thinking about something, Sweet-cake?" asks L, in his monotone, but you could hear the warmth in it. "Do you think Light-kun was.... do you think you could ever have had an actual friend in Light-kun.... L?"

You heard the muffled sound of the laptop close, so you got up to turn around to look at him. Making eye-contact with the sad eyes of the detective. "Who said we weren't friends? Light-kun.... was the only friend I ever had. We're quite similar... too bad... there was such an evil force which made him go the way he did." You smiled, softly. "I'm glad you're alive, though." He smiled back, "I know, I'm glad you never left Y/N."

𝔏𝔞 𝔣𝔦𝔫

[p0ssywhippedcream]

hii Ophe I hope you're feeling better can I ask how YOU think L would act on a pot gummy? ( it does not have to be a long thing) thxxxx kisses!!!!!!

Okay l would either do A; silent. just complete and total silence. No amount of poking, prodding or begging can get this man to speak or B; So much words. Word tornado. Word vomit. He cannot stop talking for the life of him.

A looks like this;

"L? Honey? L? Babe?" You're poking his cheeks, pulling them like a grandma would and pushing them back to make his lips pucker. He looks fine, audibly breathing but when you look at his eyes it's clear no one is home. The lights are on, he's blinking with a dopey smile and rubbing the hem of his shirt to enjoy the sensation of the soft fabric but literally no one is home.

"L? Sweetheart, talk to me. Are you greening out?" You shake his heads in your hands, trying to jiggle some sense back into your lover but his face remains void of any intelligence that suggests human life.

Eventually you give up and drop it but you continue to look over and check on him. He's unraveled himself from his usual posture and is laying like a snow angel on the carpet. You put a water bottle next to him and sometime in the next ten minutes, it slowly depletes.

You decide this is a pretty good reaction to trying weed for the first time, especially for L and just give him a gentle smooch on the cheek. You ruffle his hair a bit and make sure to place snacks next to him and when he reaches for one you lift his neck up and place his head in your lap so he doesn’t choke.

B is a bit more chaos;

He hadn’t stopped talking about sharks in ten minutes. Ten minutes of “Sharks can loose 35,000 teeth in their lifetime” and “The cookiecutter shark is very complex because..” and you’re really starting to loose it.

You know he’s smart and you really love his big brain but you didn’t realize how much of it was pumped up with shark facts. You didn’t even realize he liked sharks that much.

You hand him a water bottle because his voice has become raspy and he attempts to continue talking while drinking water, resulting in a coughing fit.

You rub his back and pat it as he chokes out, “While sharks are mainly carnivores, the whale shark is actually an omnivore.”

Once he’s done talking about sharks, and no I don’t mean he’s said all he can I mean you distracted him into a different conversation, he just rambles on and on and on about varying things. He talks about the dangers of elevators and the color purple’s meaning and so much other shit that you eventually tune him out and try to enjoy your own high.

Unfortunately when you get the munchies and make your way to the kitchen, expecting to leave him in your shared bedroom, he follows and you realize constant background noise isn’t something you can avoid.

When he finally wears himself out enough a yawn replaces a fun fact every few minutes, you happily drag him to bed and tuck him in. He mumbles nonsense, tells you he loves you to which you kiss his forehead and then tells you to make sure you put your seatbelt on before falling into snores. You set up your laptop beside him and enjoy your favorite show, occasionally glancing at your snoozing boyfriend and finally enjoying being at peace.

And when you bring up later that you didn’t realize he harbored such an affection for sharks, he gives you a strange look and says he doesn’t, sharks are boring.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

hey girl could i get L x pregnant wife reader? like they pregnant with his kid, i don't even want kids but i got hella baby fever 😭

babydoll of course!!! this it literally me when i’m like kids? in this economy? oh but their giggles and the shoes and awwwwwwww

Even though L knows the facts and has already done extensive research on pregnancy and things to do with it, this is one of the only times you can catch him re-doing it.

He’s searching up which chemicals balance your hormones, how quickly children’s feet grow, what natural supplements help with nausea. He knows a lot of the information that he gets provided but it feels nice to just be sure he’s doing it right.

He has no fucking idea what he’s doing. He’s scared that he’ll be a bad father, he’ll be a bad lover to you and that somehow, somewhere along the way, he’ll damage his kid.

So he’s double checking the labels on everything you eat, stacking pillows when you can’t massage you and always, always making sure you feel okay. He’s doing all he can right now to be the best he can be. The slightest twitch of your cheek or murmured groan and he’s dropping his work like it’s a overheated Hot Pocket and rushing over to you.

“Are your feet sore? Is your stomach feeling better? Did you drink the citrus herbal tea Watari left out for you?”

“Babe, babe! I’m fine, it’s just my back. This thing is getting heavy.” You laugh and tap your belly softly with your knuckles.

“Would you like a massage?”

You kiss both his cheeks then his lips. “Go back to work, I’m fine. Go save the world! We’ll be okay, I promise.” and with that, you waddle out of there in the fuzzy slippers he bought you, leaving a dopey grin on his face.

You’re completely unaware that you’re his world. His strong moral code and sense of justice and ego and all of that aside, you’re the most important thing to him and some billionaire getting burglarized could never matter as much as your comfort.

And even though he knows that the baby probably can’t hear him, he still talks to them all the time. His hands cradle your tummy, his eyes wide and watching for any sign of a kick as he recites poetry. He never says anything negative around you anymore because what if his baby can hear?

He speaks only of the goodness he fights for on the daily. He holds your belly and murmurs about love, laughter, good cake, dancing, sunshine, family, warm baths. He dotes on both of you, completely wrapped around your finger.

If it wasn’t obvious before you got pregnant, the amount of love he holds for you sure is now. He just needs you to be okay and happy because if you are, he is.

Sure, L is a busy guy and sometimes his work distanced him from his relationships but if he had to retire right now and hand over the L legacy to Near, he would do it in a heartbeat just to be with you and his lovely baby.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

L strikes me as someone who has trouble sleeping (obviously) so after working really late into the night he would walk from his desk to your room and just tap on your head and ask if he can sleep in your room just because he finds your presence comforting

He knows you’re close but he doesn’t know if you’re that close. Honestly, you’re the first real friend he’s ever had and he doesn’t really understand the invisible rules of friendship.

He gets in your face, fixes your lopsided shirt and constantly plucks candy from your hands. I. return, you drag a finger along your lip and smear lipstick on his cheeks, ruffle his hair and “manhandle” him wherever he’s walking, pushing and pulling him every which way.

Neither one of you have very defined physical boundaries and neither one of you mind very much, even if your mouth-breathing on his neck gets annoying sometimes.

Today, you’d been particularly impressive with how much you’d provoked him. You’d taken a nap on his shoulder, which wouldn’t have bothered him so much except your drool traveled all the way from his collarbones to his crotch. You licked your hand and pushed his face away with it. You knocked over his marshmallow tower and worst of all, you ate the last slice of Ultimate Triple Double-Layered Chocolate Cake.

Despite all of this, when you yawned and hugged him goodnight, his mood dropped as you dramatically sashayed away. Light made a comment about finally being able to focus but L’s eyes followed you sadly as you ran into the door and cursed under your breath.

2 hours later, you were snoozing away in your room, one sock on and a baggy t-shirt halfway up your torso as your legs sag over the bed. Light has gone to bed and L’s brain just wouldn’t turn off no matter how hard he tried.

You rolled over and about tumbled over the edge of your mattress, your right foot stuck in blankets the only thing preventing it. L chuckled to himself.

You looked warm. The smooth expanse of your stomach looked soft. The little breathy gasps coming out of your mouth and the flayed out mess of your hair, he noted every detail of your sleeping form.

Then he stood up. He made his way up the elevator, down the hall and found himself at your door. He didn’t want to wake you but out of habit, his knuckles tapped lightly on the wood anyway.

Silence but the sound of your breathing from within. L pushed the door open. Closed it. Softly padded over to your low bed.

Then he knocked on your forehead. Gently but nonetheless knocking like he wanted to be let into your mind.

“Y/n… Y/n…”

“Mmmmm…”

“Y/n…” He said a bit more urgently, a whisper yell.

“Mmmm.. wh-what..?” Your eyes were still closed and he was still knocking.

“Can I sleep with you?”

“What?” You made a confused face and blinked a few times.

“In your bed, can I sleep with you?”

“That doesn’t make it any better… You want to have sex with me?” You mumble and plant a hand to sit up on, pushing your face into his as you yawn the sleep away.

“No, not sexual intercourse! I just-… Can I sleep beside you?” He rephrased quickly, his panicked whispers hot on your face.

You grunted and reached up to fist his collar. With another yawn and a groan, you tugged his body down to the bed with shocking strength. He landed above you and bounced a little on the bed.

He was about to say something really smart like “Uh nuh” when you shoved him to the side and he landed on his back. Your bed was really warm and so were you, his hand was draped over your waist still and he sighed breathily.

L felt a lot of things currently. He felt hot, like really hot and nervous. He felt comfortable, because both your bed and you were way softer than he imagined. He felt intrusive, like he wondered into one of your intimate dreams and become a mismatched part of it. And he felt so, so happy.

He shifted a little closer to you, his thighs touching the back of yours and he breathed in the scent of your hair. He felt your heartbeat with his right hand still on your torso, he felt your breathing too. Then he realized you’d fallen back asleep, your airy snores resumed easily.

His hand twitched and he held you a little tighter. He was allowed into this good, comfortable moment. He was going to enjoy this good, comfortable moment because he knew this was the only time he’d ever have it, just as it is.

You smelled good. You moved and his hands were full of beautiful goodness. You were close. His nose on your neck, his eyes searching for your face in the unforgiving dark and his lips puffing out pathetic whimpers.

L eventually fell asleep eternally grateful for this gift from the universe; a gift of a moment with someone he didn’t deserve. He would clutch and have this moment for all it’s worth, he would have you for all you’d give him.

The next morning, you noticed the back of your shirt was wet and the front of it was balled tightly in scared, gentle hands.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Oh, ticket time? I hope fluff if allowed for ticket time. Can we do Light and the reader just kinda cuddling while Light writes names down?

darling anything is allowed during ticket time as long as it follows my rules! thank you very much :)

“Oh… Are you alright?”

Your head bumps his chin lightly as you get comfortable in his lap, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Mmmiphhh.” You mumble into his chest and snuggle in closer.

Light makes a confused face and throws a lazy arm around your hips. His hand stutters on his pen as he listens to your breathing. You’re at peace with him, content in your shared bubble and beating to the same pace of heart.

Your hair spills across your bodies like a waterfall, he smiles slightly at the sight. Then he looks back at the paper covered in scribbles of endless names that his hand rests on.

He knows he’s working, he knowsthere’s so many more important things he needs to be doing. But for once, he lets himself go. He puts down the pen and reaches to the top of your head.

You mumble something again into his shirt as he strokes your hair lovingly and he chuckles low. He can’t see your face but he can feel the silly smile that drags on his chest, it makes him warm.

“So pretty…” He allows his hand to land on your back and rub that too, lulling you into a gentle sleep atop him. And once you’re finally dreaming, your soft snoring a signal of that, he kisses your forehead and picks his pen back up.

With a new sense of purpose, his motivation revitalized by you, he writes evermore names with infinite patience. He’s doing it for you, after all. You deserve to live in a world good enough to kindle the glow of your precious heart, he’ll give that to you.

He’d give you the moon and the stars if you asked, but he wouldn’t be able to give you the sun. Because he couldn’t possibly take your soul, not when it’s so valuable to him.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Ello! Could you do one of the following? ok so either: an nsfw with like a sub!L with like kind of like- overstim themes or maybe bondage

or: maybe a more wholesome one, where L is like maybe feeling insecure about something or like a case or just mentally exhausted and reader decides to hype him up verbally and physically

btw sorry if this feels too formal- I’m trying to write this super quick!

~🐹

Hi friend! I think I'm going to go with the second option because I'm feeling particularly emotional tonight lol. Thanks so much for the submission!<33

While you're very aware your boyfriend is a dramatic creature, his incessant sighing this evening is too much even for him.

"L," You start as he sighs again with hands hovering over his keyboard, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm alright..." He said, distractedly and you watch as he deletes and entire paragraph.

Reaching over from where you're sitting next to him, you peel his hands off his computer and direct his attention towards you. "No, you're not. You've been sighing all evening and nearly biting a hole through your thumb."

He looks down at the teeth indents in his nail and bites his lips. "Want to tell me what's going on?"

His voice cracks through muffled groan and he drops his head. "Not particularly."

"Well, you're going to tell me anyways before I go all Watari on your ass and remove all your sweets."

He looks up at that and meets your eyes. For a second you think he's not going to tell you and then he sighs again and starts. "I don't know if I'm as intelligent or capable as I perviously thought."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that... maybe I can't solve every case. Maybe I'm not the greatest detective. Maybe I'm not even one of the greats."

At that you let out a small giggle. "You, L, my boyfriend, smartest man alive? Darling if you're not capable, there's no hope for the rest of us. You are the greatest of all of us. And even if you can't solve every case, you inspire the world to be better." You smile reassuringly and L's shoulder's ease a little.

"But what if I come across a case I can't solve? A man I can't put away?"

"Well then... something supernatural would have to be intervening." L chuckles and shakes his head lightly and you squeeze his hands to make him look at you, "But in all seriousness, my dear, if that were to happen, guess what else would? The world would keep spinning. Life would go on. Limits don't make you stoppable, they make you human."

L nodded and a little brightness returned to his being. "And I promise you, if you're stuck on a case and nothing seems to make sense, take a god damn nap. It will make thinking a lot easier."

L really laughed at that, one of those carefree, joyful laughs that made you laugh too. Then you leaned in, kissed him on the cheek and ruffled his hair.

"But seriously, you can solve any case if you put your mind to it. I swear to god it's true."

L gave you smile and then his face changed. His jaw slacked, eyes widened and his cheeks twitched. "God! It's god!" He cried and turned to his computer with renewed rigor.

"His motive... Religion... zealot.." L murmured to himself as he typed with excitement flowing through out his body. You chuckled and patted him on the back as you stood up.

It seemed crazy to you that L would ever think he couldn't solve a case, has he met himself? Too smart for anyone... except maybe god.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Omg a cute L POV where reader is part of the Yagami family and there comes the time when the cameras are put in the house . So L is surveying reader and sees her secretly smoke at night and put on music and start dancing by herself . He finds it endearing and attractive and begins to like her .

I love how you write fluff ❤️

Thank you so much, lovely! This is adorable and I really want to do it justice so I hope you like it :)

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Justice can get really boring. Being the world’s greatest detective may seem like an exhilarating and rewarding job but most of the time, it’s paperwork and surveillance and more paperwork.

Right now, L was bored out of his mind. Watching Light study and giggle to himself as he wrote down math answers orwatching Sayu squeal at grown idols on the TV was not very entertaining.

The only person in the Yagami household that was relatively interesting was Y/n Yagami, but half of the time she was out with her friends. When she was at the house, it was between the late hours of 10pm and 6am, and she would be sleeping like a normal person.

Tonight was a Thursday. Usually, you would be out at your friend’s house or seeing a film but you were tired of the drama in your friend group and decided to stay home. College was exhausting anyway, and listening to Kami rant about another failed date was not something you wanted to do.

So for a few hours, you’d read some of your favorite book series, rearranged your desk, took down posters, put the same posters up again and laid down on the floor. It was obvious you were nearly as bored as L was.

At about 1:37 in the morning, you pick up your phone and text someone. At about 2:04 in the morning, you slide out your window and grab something from a car that stopped outside. At about 2:16 in the morning, you’d changed into a T-shirt and boyshorts and propped open a window.

You lit and inhaled a poorly-rolled blunt, huffing out the window with a stupid smile. You turned to your old cd player that sat next to you on the window ledge and popped in your City to City Gerry Rafferty album. You skipped a couple songs and found Right Down the Line.

You unfold your legs, rising from your seat and swaying your hips as you hum. The music fills the small, quiet room, spilling out of corners and overflowing when it hits your roof. You tap the lit blunt on the edge of your window as you go, watching the ashes fall out like snow. They drift away like forgotten memories, stars that fade into the sidewalk and street.

The song reaches your favorite part and your lungs taste the distinctive warmth again as you inhale. You exhale in the form of the lyrics, raspy at first. It’s decently loud because of how low the music is playing, they flow out like water in a stream of smoke.

L watches entranced, his heart swells with every spin on your socked toes, every inhale on a smooth hand and every jut of your shoulders and hips. Your hair spills over your body as you move, and it’s not graceful, infact it’s jerky and unstable and you might fall at any moment.

But you look ethereal. Your eyes flicker closed and open through your dance, there’s a soft smile that plays on your lips who surround the blunt that’s now died to merely a stub. You notice a moments later, when your hands travel from your thighs to your torso and feel you up aimlessly.

Flicking it out the window, you run your fingers across your body one last time and collapse on your bed. You shirt comes up to right under your chest and you stare at your ceiling longingly. L’s heart skips a beat when your eyes meet a camera and narrow. He doesn’t want to be on the receiving end of your glare, even if he knows it’s not really directed at him.

Thankfully, you shake your head and let it fall to the duvet softly. Your hair spreads out around your head like a mermaid, and your stupid grin comes back. L thinks you look stunning.

When your hips continue to gently move against your mattress, L grows a smile to match yours. You look cute like that. Really cute. And he really wouldn’t mind seeing you in person.

He discards that thought but it lingers anyway, right next to your knowing eyes that shine when they catch the glint of a camera lens.