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Pick a fav Death Note rarepair! (I don't actually know any cause im new so you oick the options)

#28: Pick a favourite rarepair

Shuichi Aizawa x Hideki Ide

Misa Amane x Mello

Sayu Yagami x Near

Naomi Misora x Rem

Sidoh x Ryuk

Rem x Gelus

Near x Matt

Halle Lidner x Naomi Misora

Sayu Yagami x Misa Amane

Watari x Roger

Halle Lidner x Matt

Results

Voting ended onJan 22, 2025

[neallo]

tobacco tongue be like

Halle: Ugh, this bastard. He's charming in his own clutzy way, sure, but I'm an experienced CIA agent and spy, is "clutzy charm" all it takes? I've lived an incredibly impressive life already, and I'm not even 35 yet, played a crucial role in taking down a supernatural secret dictator with a maniacal cult, and what, I'm getting seduced by a guy whose greatest accomplishments are, in his words, "surviving getting shot up like a bitchboy for a little felony" and "the best damn Pokémon Nuzlocke speedruns you've ever seen, and the proper hard games too"??!! This is ridiculous, this is disgusting. Sure, he has the most disproportionately beautiful eyes a human being has ever had, but that's not an excuse to forego all the other requirements for a partner. Sure, he's harmless in the short-term, when we're just talking and fucking and nothing's setious but he's no long-term partner material, and as a woman of planning I need to be thinking practically and far into the future, like those hideous goggles won't let him. I don't even know his real name, but I can only assume it's something stupid. Ugh, he's so annoying in his earnesty and prettyness, maybe if I make out with him that will shut him up and calm me down and prove that he's not that great with his bumbling hotness and awkward enthusiasm. This will certainly not prolong our weird 'situationship' as he refers to it because he's a terminally online-"

Matt: halle :D

anon i'm handing you my whole entire actual heart. and also this snippet that i think i've probably posted before, but which maybe (?!) you won't have seen yet, and which is nebulously set in that universe. happy valentine's day!!

Halle just purses her lips.

"Hey, it's not like I'm sleeping on the streets or anything," Matt says. "I've just been— couch surfing."

Matt, she realizes, looks substantially more tired than the last time she saw him. Her concern spikes a touch further, and without letting herself think about it for more than a few seconds, she makes a decision.

"Stay here for a while," she says without preamble, neutral and bland.

Matt laughs. "You don't have to put me up, Halle. I'm doing fine, really."

She takes a sip of her coffee. "It would be nice to have some company," she continues, as if he hadn't spoken. "It can be lonely, sometimes even frightening, living as a single woman in a city like New York."

"Like you couldn't kick my ass any day of the week," Matt drawls.

"It would be nice to have someone here when I get home," she says, continuing to ignore him. "To see a friendly face when I walk through the door."

"Aw," says Matt, "you want me to be your housewife until I get my own place?"

Halle smiles. "You don't have the work ethic to be a housewife," she says. "You'd be more like a pet."

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hey guys can you pick what I should write/continue writing first? Ideally I'll finish most of them eventually

-No Kira AU with closeted aroace Light (protags are Light and Takada and Misa is the villain)

-Meronia fic in which a ghost Mello visits Near by unknowingly draining Near's "life force"

-Remisora AU in which Naomi is hunting a different serial killer and Rem is her guardian angel

-platonic? Mellodramattic they survive AU, no plot just recovery and holding each other

-how Mello experiences BPD (they survive AU in the later chapters)

-exceedingly dumb Halle x Matt crack fantasy AU with some bigender matt coding

-significantly dumber Gevanni x Gelus fic

-this is your burden OP. i cannot choose for you

-results

#78: Can you pick what Anon should write/continue writing first? These are all multi-chaptered.

No Kira AU with closeted aroace Light. MCs are Light + Takada with villain Misa

Meronia fic in which ghost!Mello visits Near by unknowingly draining Nears life*

Remisora AU in which Naomi is hunting a new serial killer. Rem is her guardian**

platonic? Mellodramattic they survive AU, no plot just recovery and holding***

how Mello experiences BPD and NPD (he survives Jan 26, Matt doesn't)

Exceedingly dumb Matt x Halle crack fantasy AU with some nonbinary Matt coding

significantly dumb Gevanni x Gelus fic

I don't imagine anyone will do this but you can request stuff. I'll tell you****

This your burden, Anon, I cannot choose for you.

Results

Voting ended onFeb 19, 2025

*force

**angel

***each other

****when it's published

[neallo]

road angel (a yuri halle/matt ficlet)

rating: M | category: F/F | words: 300

Matt has been walking along I-70 for well over an hour, her thumb stuck out for every passing car to see and ignore, when someone finally pulls onto the shoulder to stop. -- for @dnrarepairweek, day 7 (free day)

[neallo]

pure luck (a femslash matt/halle fic)

rating: T | category: F/F | words: 650

In which Matt has an incredible lucky streak.

[blondiest]

good luck for the wip meme :3

hehehe thank you for the ask!! this one is matthalle in. to no one's fucking surprise. the universe of it's you and me, that's my whole world. because idk when ill finish this one im just gonna post most of what i have lol

Matt knows she's lucky to be alive.

She felt the blood seeping from her body, pooling on the pavement beneath her, felt the tight pain bloom in her chest whenever she tried to breathe, felt herself slipping from consciousness and thought— so this is it.

The doctors and nurses keep reminding her how lucky she is. She doesn't begrudge them that— they've taken good fucking care of her they've and been terribly patient with her piss-poor Japanese, her mediocre skills worsened by fatigue and all the drugs they have her on. Some of those drugs she's pretty sure they're not supposed to have— she wasn't allowed to bring Adderall into the country, so she'd be surprised if oxy was considered totally kosher— but she doesn't mention it. She appreciates not being in immense amounts of pain, and besides, her last comment on the laws here was met with a shower of bullets.

Come on, since when were the Japanese allowed to carry such big guns?

It's Matt's suspicion that she has Near's team to thank for her reduced suffering, and for the fact that she hasn't been dragged off to jail. Another thing she's fucking lucky for— luck, luck, more luck. Except after a few days of sitting alone in a cold, weird-smelling room, discomfort and isolation start to wear on her. Even the good shit only goes so far when it comes to managing pain, and she's got a good five gunshot wounds and a collapsed lung, and she's alone all day except when she has to shower, which is the one time she *wants* to be alone, and fuck, it gets harder and harder to stay grateful and not grouchy.

During the five days she spends in the hospital, Matt's irritability builds to something of a fever pitch. She gets exactly one visitor on day three, and it isn't even Mello or Near; it's one of Near's agents, a beefy blonde man who comes bearing a care package and gives his name as Rester. She jokingly asks if she can bum a cig, and he stiffly tells her he doesn't think smoking with a collapsed lung is wise. All further efforts at sparkling banter are promptly abandoned.

By the time she's finally deemed stable enough to discharge, Matt is itching to leave. The doctors take out her IV, give her instructions on how to proceed with her recovery, stick her in a wheelchair and tell her to wait. Her ride is meant to arrive soon, she's told.

So Matt waits. She waits ten, twenty, forty minutes, getting more and more pissed-off as the time ticks by. When the door to her room finally opens after almost an hour of waiting, she's full-on glowering, but the expression is instantaneously wiped out when she sees the woman in the doorway.

“You’re not the guy from before,” Matt blurts.

The woman smiles thinly, stepping forward and stooping slightly to offer her hand to Matt, who thankfully has the presence of mind to shake said hand instead of pressing her lips to the woman's knuckles like a fucking weirdo.

“Halle,” she says. “Forgive me for being late. Traffic was a mess.”

Matt had frankly already forgiven her the moment she walked through the door, and would forgive her in the span of a few seconds even if Halle reared back and kicked her in the stomach right now.

“Don't worry about it,” Matt manages. “I’m Matt.”

[neallo]

Fem slash halle x matt and og halle x matt give me life 😻😻😻😻😻😻

this is literally so old at this point but i'm clearing out my inbox so i will toss another excerpt in here :3 this takes place in the same universe as it's you and me, that's my whole world.

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Matt knows she's lucky to be alive.

She felt the blood seeping from her body, pooling on the pavement beneath her, felt the tight pain bloom in her chest whenever she tried to breathe, felt herself slipping from consciousness and thought— so this is it.

The doctors and nurses keep reminding her how lucky she is. She doesn't begrudge them that— they've taken good fucking care of her they've and been terribly patient with her piss-poor Japanese, her mediocre skills worsened by fatigue and all the drugs they have her on. Some of those drugs she's pretty sure they're not supposed to have— she wasn't allowed to bring Adderall into the country, so she'd be surprised if oxy was considered totally kosher— but she doesn't mention it. She appreciates not being in immense amounts of pain, and besides, her last comment on the laws here was met with a shower of bullets.

Come on, since when were the Japanese allowed to carry such big guns?

Those would've been some stupid last words.

It's Matt's suspicion that she has Near's team to thank for her reduced suffering, and for the fact that she hasn't been dragged off to jail. Another thing she's fucking lucky for— luck, luck, more luck.

Except after a few days of sitting alone in a cold, weird-smelling room, discomfort and isolation start to wear on her. Even the good shit only goes so far when it comes to managing pain, and she's got a good five gunshot wounds and a collapsed lung, and she's alone all day except when she has to shower, which is the one time she wants to be alone, and fuck, it gets harder and harder to stay grateful and not grouchy.

During the five days she spends in the hospital, Matt's irritability builds to something of a fever pitch. She gets exactly one visitor on day three, and it isn't even Mello or Near; it's one of Near's agents, a beefy blonde man who comes bearing a care package and gives his name as Rester. She jokingly asks if she can bum a cig, and he stiffly tells her he doesn't think smoking with a collapsed lung is wise. All further efforts at sparkling banter are promptly abandoned.

The doctors take out her IV, give her some paperwork, some instructions on how to proceed with her recovery, stick her in a wheelchair and then tell her to wait, since her ride should arrive soon. So she waits ten, twenty, forty minutes, getting more and more annoyed as the time ticks by and thinking of what sort of clever snippy comment to make when Rester finally arrives to collect her.

When the door to her room finally opens after almost an hour of waiting, Matt is ready to just glower at the guy, but the bitchy expression is wiped out by one of surprise, because—

“You’re not the guy from before,” she blurts stupidly.

The woman in the doorway smiles thinly, stepping forward and stooping slightly to offer her hand to Matt, who thankfully has the presence of mind to shake said hand instead of pressing her lips to the woman's knuckles like a fucking weirdo.

“Halle,” she says. “Forgive me for being late. Traffic was a mess.”

Matt had frankly already forgiven her the moment she walked through the door, and would forgive her in the span of a few seconds even if Halle reared back and kicked her in the stomach right now.

[neallo]

HALLEMAT ALLEY CIGARETTES 👀👀

i waited so unbelievably long to answer this that i have to tread in here with my clownshoes on and link an actual fic based loosely around this concept instead of giving you a snippet u_u however enjoy the excerpt below as a token of my adoration <3

Matt tries to get a flame from his lighter several times, cursing softly after the fifth or so failed attempt. There's a pack of matches in Halle’s purse inside; it occurs to her to offer to go get one. “Here,” she finds herself saying instead. “Just—” Halle steps close to him, into his space, and holds her cigarette towards his, pressing the ends together until Matt’s ignites. I should step away now, she thinks distantly, breath catching in her throat as her eyes catch on Matt. His ears are red.