#deathnote x reader fluff

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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.

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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.

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This is so simple to request but I really want it: Could I get a jealous/ possessive Near?? (A lil nsfw if you can)

thank youuuuu, baby.💖

Near hardly ever got good things in life. Of course, he enjoyed cases, puzzles, toys but really he never got things that were for him personally.

But the relationship he has with you, his girlfriend, you are his completely. He needs that with you, he needs you to only be his because you’re his safe haven. His home he goes to after long, stressful days.

And now, you’re talking to Gevanni and he’s looking at you like you hung the moon. You’re laughing your pretty laugh, tucking your hair behind your ear and swaying back and forth on your feet. You look absolutely stunning.

Gevanni absolutely sees it too, the look on his face proves it. Near was positively fuming internally, his hands on the verge of shaking around his toys.

Then Gevanni takes a gamble and puts a hand on your left hand, the hand that’s wrapped a coffee cup. You smile stutters and your eyes drop down to where you’re connected to him. Near is up before he even knows what he’s doing.

“What’re you doing? You ask with a confused, strange look on your face.

Gevanni opens his mouth to speak but suddenly, a certain white haired boy is in between both of you.

“Y/n, we need to talk.”

You nod, grateful for the escape and follow Near out of the room without looking back. Once in a separate room, you grab Near’s arm softly and turn him towards you.

“What’s up?”

“He is sexually attracted to you, Y/n. I want you to try to keep your distance for a little while.”

You made a face. “Yeah, I thought so I just didn’t think he’d go so far as to make a move on me, especially in front of you.”

Near makes a similar face and he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“Are you sexually attracted to him as well?”

“What?! No! God no! Near, he is not- I’m not- God, you’re my boyfriend. I don’t like him that way, I swear.”

Near nods but it doesn’t feel sincere, like he agrees but barely as if it’s subconscious. “Okay.”

“You don’t believe me.” You sigh but you’re not angry, just sad. Then a fire ignites in your eyes, bright and burning and forgotten your hand drops from his shoulder to grab his hip.

“Can I show you? That I mean it?” You ask, caressing him softly.

His eyes are wide, unknowing and he nods again, this time with energy. You kiss him on the cheek with a grin and then steadily drop until you’re kneeling. You kiss his clothed thighs then around his crotch, right around the the bulge that’s begging for attention.

Eagerly, you unbutton his pants and tug them down with a excited giggle. Nearly tearing his boxers off with joy, you finally place a kiss on his bare right thigh.

Near looks down on you with an unreadable expression. A quarter lust, a quarter fear, a quarter joy and the rest seems to be giddiness.

Your face is warm with love for him and when he smiles a little nervously, you smile back and lean forward to his excitement.

“You’re it for me, Near. Just you. I’ll show you everyday if that’s what it takes.”

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Ooh ooh I've got one!

So what if instead of L getting mad at the reader for every little thing (I read that one and loved it) what if we get L defending the reader because Light keeps passive aggressively bullying/criticizing them for every little thing?

I can wait until ticket time, I don't mind!

hi lovie! I luv this, it's so smart and cute!

L never liked Light. He had a certain dearth of "rightness", he felt off from day one and it only got worse the more time L spent around him. Especially when L introduced you to the Taskforce.

"This is Y/n. She is highly qualified and an impeccable detective, she will be working with us from now on."

Light had something to say, of course.

"Where has she been up until now, we could've used another detective!"

"Russia, then Germany. You neglect to remember this isn't the only case that needs solving, Light." L answers for you, but for some reason the anger it evokes in Light is directed at you.

"Yeah? Well, we'll see if she's as good as you say," And then under his breath as he walks away, "Probably as idiotic as she looks.."

Turning to L with an amused expression, you're taken aback by the rage he's radiating. His shoulders shake slightly as he directs you to your desk.

"What a dick," You remark.

"98% dick." L agrees.

Two weeks later, you're hobbling in the room, balancing reports and documents on your shoulders and arms. As you near your desk, where Light is speaking to L, his eyes glance over to where you're slowly walking and flicker back to the conversation. Then, right when you're about to kick your chair out of the way, Light suddenly turns and slams into you.

You fall back and wheeze, the wind knocked out of you completely as you land on your butt. You stare at all your neatly organized work spreading out across the floor, terribly devastated.

"Watch where you're going, Y/n! God, look at the mess you made." Light scoffs and bends over, scornfully picking up some of your things languidly.

L turns to help but halts when he sees you already have most of it in your arms again and you're just waiting for light to hand you the documents he's holding. He watches the interaction with a curious gaze.

"Sorry, I thought you saw me." You didn't have the energy to fight, you lost that 2 sleepless days ago.

"Clearly, I didn't," You reach for the papers from his hands but he pulls them back, dangling them just out of your reach, "Not so fast. Apologize."

"What?"

"A-po-lo-gize." He repeats, enunciating each syllable pridefully.

Before you could speak, L does for you.

"I believe she already did, if my ears don't deceive me. Hand her her documents so she may get back to work."

Light scoffs, dumping the files into your hands and mumbling something about a "dumb slut" under his breath. You brush it off, moving towards your desk when L's commanding voice stops you.

"I'm sorry, Light. Do you have something else to say about the second finest detective in the world? Do your top scores in highschool exams lead you to believe she is not, in every way imaginable, your superior?"

The tone is completely calm, as if discussing afternoon tea, but the words dig into the atmosphere harshly, cutting through the air and visibly wounding Light.

The entire room freezes. It almost feels like someone died. The tenseness is equal to that scenario. A beat, two, Light's back is towards the Taskforce. The only give to his rage is the tremble of his right hand, itching to hit, to hurt maybe.

"...No... Not at all. I'm sorry for my actions." He bites the words out, like the burn his throat as they bubble up.

"Good. Act like it."

Then L turns back to his work like nothing happened and finishes a sentence previously left without a period. When you sit down also and begin spreading your papers about, the room releases a breath and the cogs begin moving again. Worker bees flock to the coffee, some to their desks, one to the bathroom.

The hierarchy is restored. Light doesn't make another comment about you again, at least, not out loud. L hides a smirk in a cup of sugar mixed with coffee. You hide a blush deep in your paperwork.

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i’m not entirely sure how ticket time works so let me know if i’ve done this wrong. could i please request a fic where reader (preferably male or gn) is having a sleepover with Near (Death Note)? perhaps with some blanket forts, snacks, cuddles, plushies, etc. thank you sm!!

Hi friend! Yeah this is how it works, you just send in a request and if it follows my blog rules which are in my pinned post, I’ll write it! I’m gonna make this one gn so more people can read it any enjoy, thank you so much for the ask! <33

“Are you sure this is something you want to do?”

“Near,” You laughed airily, “You said we could have one night to do anything I wanted to do. I want a sleepover, what could go wrong?

“Do I have to wear this though?” He cocked an eyebrow and gestured towards his outfit.

Okay so maybe making him wear an arctic fox onesie was a little much but it was seriously adorable and besides, he needed to match you. Your brown bear onesie needed company.

“Absolutely!” You declared, “These are traditional sleepover outfits. Now, what to do first…”

You produced the sleepover list Near had made you write. He wanted you to write down all the things you were going to do tonight.

SELEPOVER LIST!!!

1. Onesies prolly

2. Pillow fight

3. Snacks/desserts deserts

4. Blancket fort

5. MONOPOLIE!!

“Uh, so… blanket fort next?” You asked.

Near leaned over to look at the list. “Why did you put a C in blanket?”

You groaned, “I’m bad at spelling, don’t bring it up.”

“You spelled Monopoly with an I and a E… and you spelled dessert instead of desert.”

“Oh my god, shut up please.” You stood up and left the room only to return with a plethora of pillows, stuffed animals and blankets.

“Okay, have you ever built a pillow fort before?” You asked and chucked a pillow out him, he dodged but got hit square in the face with a panda PillowPet.

“No, never,” He adorably glared at the panda, “How do we do it?”

“I think it’s best if you just watch and follow along.” He nodded and you began stacking pillows, finding chairs and throwing blankets on top of them. Eventually the center of the room was a mountain of colorful cloth and chairs that you and Near admired.

You smiled and grabbed his hand, lifting up one part of blanket and crawling inside. You dropped his hand halfway in and made it entirely inside as he tried to follow you. He bumped a chair and suddenly the entire fort collapsed on top of you.

Laughing and pushing through the blankets in an attempt to move them out of the way, Near’s face appeared in front of you holding a pillow sheepishly.

“Sorry…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” You chuckled and shoved a Squish-mallow off your lap. “ What do you want to do next?”

Very quickly you had moved on to the pillow fight. It only lasted a little while because poor skinny Near was not good with exercise and he kept getting pummeled in the face and falling over.

Next you played Monopoly and of course Near was going to win. He was fantastic at the game. Then you convinced him to turn around because there was something he had to see. Near couldn’t figure out how suddenly you had triple the amount of money you used to. He didn’t realize cheating was an option.

Finally you moved onto the snack portion. One failed, burnt cake and a quick Target trip later and you had enough Sour Patch Kids to kill an elephant.

Lazing on the pillow and candy covered floor, you watched an old movie together and munched on Oreos.

“That was worth it, I suppose.” Near said.

“You’re glad you gave me a night of your life instead of working like you always do? I’m honored.” You said sarcastically.

“Yeah… It was nice…” He gave you a small smile and you gave him one back.

“Good. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. We could do it again sometime.”

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Hi! How are you? First time asker here , very excited for ticket time !

I'd love to see a reader who's a friend/coworker of Near asking him to let her braid his long hair . Near is reticent but agrees in exchange for a kiss cause he has been having feelings for her and believes that by indulging briefly he will be able to get over it . It would be hilarious if you ended it with Near realising his humongous mistake and coming to the conclusion that hes fucked .

Thank you sosososo much <3

Hi! Thanks for taking a leap and asking, I really appreciate you, lovie! This is a positively adorable idea i’m on it right now!

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“Near?”

“What?” He looks up from his stack of cards on the floor.

“Can I braid your hair?”

Pause.

“What?”

“Can I braid your hair?”

He looks at you like you’ve grown an extra head.

“Why?”

“I dunno, it’s pretty and long.”

Pause.

“Okay…”

You jump up happily. “So I can?”

“Sure?”

He almost dies when you pounce on him, immediately gathering his hair in your hands and chattering excitedly.

“Wait!” He cries and you back off.

“I have a favor to ask in return.” You nod with furrowed brows and he continues, “I want a kiss. I want to kiss you.”

You look confused for a second. “Why’s that?”

“I’ve wondered what it feels like to kiss someone for a while now. Knowing I’ll never experience that with someone else, and that I don’t trust others like I do you, I’d like you to be the person i experience that with.”

Pause.

“Okay.” You shrug and smile, resuming your task and reaching for his hair again, “After I braid, knock yourself out.”

Then you begin talking casually like you have not a care in the world, rambling on his white locks.

“You just have such nice hair, I mean, I’m jealous. It’s beautiful.” You pull his hair into your hands gently with every word.

The feeling of you so close, your hot breath on his neck and your honeyed voice in his ears about does him in. He agrees with everything you say, offering a “Mhmm” or a “Uhuh” every few sentences because he’s too lost in your presence to focus on much else.

You could be demanding a billion dollars cash and he’d have just agreed because you asked.

Your hands felt nice too, they thread with care and focus. They glide through his long hair with ease, quickly moving each part to form a perfect looking braid.

And when you’re finished you gasp and clap your hands happily.

“Near, you look so gorgeous! Your hair really is your best asset.”

His ears flame.

“Thank you.” He turns to face you and you look more beautiful than he remembers.

“So, still want that kiss?” You throw the line.

“Very much so.” He bites.

“Alright… C’mere. Closer.” You reel him in. His heart beats hard, like it’s trying to break loose and cradle yours.

“Like this?” He’s so close to you, so ready for you.

“Like that.” You pull him out of water and kiss breath into him he’s never felt before. It’s like wearing glasses for the first time, or trying a new favorite food.

It’s like seeing colors you’d only met in dreams. Soft, pert, pursed. Your eyes are closed and your nose rubs against his as you press your lips more into his.

He could die right then and there and never regret a damn thing in his life because every mistake, every hatred and every poor judgement led him to your mouth on his. Suddenly every shitty thing he’s done is worth it because you’re here now and he couldn’t take the chance to go back and change those things because what if he can’t kiss you like this again?

There’s no certainly you’ll ever kiss him again, that rings true in his head and motivates him to cup your cheeks and kiss you as deeply as he can. To taste every dip of your lips and every chip in your teeth and every piece of your soul that sits on your tongue.

When you pull away, he’s breathless and in love. And he’s utterly fucked because he doesn’t know if he’d be able to go on existing without that anymore, not now that he had it once.

He’d tasted what it feels like to be alive and he can’t go back to just living again. He needs you now. He’s in love with you.

Oh fuck.

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Ooh ticket time!

Would you mind writing a fluffy(?) Story about L introducing his girlfriend to Near? What would her response be; how would Near react etc?

♡

okay deadass I feel like Near would be shocked L can pull.

He’d look between the two of you, raise his eyebrows and shake his head before turning back to his puzzle.

“Near? Did you hear what I said? This is Y/n, my girlfriend.”

“I did in fact hear what you said, I don’t believe it though.”

L makes a face and you cover your mouth to giggle.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Near sighs from below you two, you can’t tell if it’s because of L or because he fit the puzzle piece wrong.

“It just means that I don’t think you’re dating.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because she’s pretty.”

You blush and laugh fully now causing L to sport a small smile too.

“And I’m not?” He pries.

“Not very.”

L pouts childishly. Your head falls onto his slender shoulder.

“If it helps, I think you’re pretty.”

Near’s head turns slowly, almost in an owl like fashion. His uncanny resemblance to L is astonishing, even as a slow grin takes his lips when L thanks you.

“You must be serious.”

L looks back at Near.

“Deadly.”

Near’s lip guts out, it’s kind of adorable.

“I see.”

The pair seem to have a staring competition, neither one backing down until Near finally shakes his head and slides a piece into the puzzle without looking.

“Congratulations. If we throw a party, will there be cake?”

“Always.”

Near looks at you again, the second time he actually does, and he nods. It feels like you just got a gold star sticker and your pride soars. Ridiculous how much a kid’s acceptance can mean.

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Ooh ooh wouldn't it be so cute to style Near's hair? Or even just to brush through it after a long stressful day?

Working through the knots he's caused by twirling his hair from stress; Helping him relax when you wash and dry his hair; gently pulling your fingers through the strands.

Oh it would be so cute and comforting for both parties ♡♡

Sweetlove, this is terribly cute i love it! Thank you so much for your beautiful mind <3333

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Holding his head in your hands as he recounts his day, you hum as the water flows over it.

“-and I realized, only a man would do something as crude as that. So we tracked him down based on height and weight, his name is Jeans Jollisness. He lives in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.”

You nod and pass the shower head over his scalp again before grabbing the brush and running it through the curls he’d made today.

“Where is he now?”

“A jail cell. The cake was enough evidence for the arresting officer.”

“Mmmm, seems like an easily persuaded officer.” Spilling some shampoo on his hair, you begin to rub it in and massage his head.

“He knew better than to question me.”

You quirk a smile. “I’m sure he did, babe, I’m sure he did.”

Rinsing the shampoo and smoothing some conditioner on the bottom of his white locks, he listen as he recounts every single dessert he ate today, adding the occasional “mhmm”.

Once finished, you grab a towel and smolder him in it before he can get away. Ruffing up his hair and shaking his head in your hands as you quickly pull the towel from side to side, you giggle at the little grunts coming from your boy.

Pecking him on the cheek when you’re done, you pick up a brush and ask him to tell you about the stars.

Near smiles and touches his cheek, starting with Sirius.