#light drabble

[niki-phoria]

light yagami reaction - love languages

includes: reader is in college and drinks coffee, reader cries about being burnt out lol, maybe ooc l?? set during the few months when light gives up the death note NOT KIRA LIGHT

a/n: i'm in love with pre kira light

male reader (he/him pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ physical touch

(word count 183)

“hey,” you say, setting your backpack down on the ground as you pull out the chair beside light. “mind if i sit here?”

“of course not,” he smiles, subtly pushing his notes to the side to make room for your own. you ignore l’s glance as you pull out one of your textbooks and its corresponding notebook.

silence falls over the task force headquarters once again aside from the occasional noise of a mouse clicking or your pencil scraping against the page.

light occasionally glances down at your work, silently double checking your answers. he waits for you to finish answering the hardest questions before he shifts slightly closer to you. he moves now using his left hand to continue researching the yotsuba group. you smile softly when he reaches over, subtly resting his hand beside yours. you silently reach over to take his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers together before you turn your attention back to your notes.

you pretend not to hear matsuda’s cheering or light’s father scolding him in favour of absentmindedly rubbing small shapes against light’s skin.

⋆｡°✩ quality time

(word count 195)

light softly smiles to himself as he quietly enters your shared bedroom before closing the door behind himself. your body lays sprawled out on the bed - one of your arms haphazardly thrown across one of his pillows, keeping it closely pressed against your bare chest. 

a small sliver of moonlight just barely illuminates the room as light tugs his own shirt off. he tosses his clothes into a laundry basket hidden away in your closet. he slips into an old pair of your sweatpants before carefully slipping underneath the covers to lay beside you. 

you stir awake at the feeling, lifting your head up just enough to squint at him in the darkness. “light?” you whisper. 

“go back to sleep, y/n,” he murmurs. you shuffle even closer to him, tangling your legs together underneath the blankets. your arm lays draped over his side as you lean in to nuzzle yourself against his body. he stifles a chuckle, pulling you even closer. goosebumps raise along your waist when his hand ghosts against your skin. he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “i love you,” you whisper. 

“i love you too,” light murmurs.

⋆｡°✩ gift giving

(word count 184)

you stifle a small yawn as you tiredly walk back to the makeshift workstation you had set up at one of the free tables in the middle of the task force headquarters. the fluorescent lights beam down on you from above as you walk through the sea of empty desks until you find your computer. 

set delicately in the corner away from your computer is a small bouquet of flowers and a fresh cup of coffee with a small note taped to the mug. you smile softly at the sight as you approach, setting your bag down on the ground before you sit down in the chair. you push your computer aside, reaching over to grab the still-warm cup and opening the note. 

my y/n,

l asked me and the other task force members to assist him on a mission. we’ll be back soon. 

i love you, 

light

you smile as you pocket the note before you pull your phone out of your pocket to quickly send him a text before finally sitting down to start doing your work. 

i love you too

⋆｡°✩ acts of service

(word count 188)

“i don’t understand why this is necessary,” l says, reaching out to eat another chocolate-covered strawberry. the chain of their handcuffs clink as light reaches over to grab a frying pan to continue making breakfast. “you’re not even going to eat the food.”

“it’s for y/n,” light says. his attention remains focused on the stove despite the complaints of the man chained to him. “he has a few classes this morning so i’m making his lunch.”

l remains silent, instead choosing to observe light. he occasionally tugs them around the grand kitchen as he expertly moves to cook your favourite meal. the chain drags against the marble countertops with each movement, though their complaints are left unsaid.

the handcuffs clink once again as light leans over the counter, quickly writing a love note on a piece of scrap paper. “i still don’t understand,” l comments.

light simply shrugs as he slips the note and container of food into your lunchbox before returning it to your backpack. l watches over his shoulder as he sets the bag down beside the couch. “i do it because i love him.”

⋆｡°✩ words of affirmation

(word count 197)

“y/n?” light calls as he enters your shared bedroom. you flinch slightly at the sudden noise, finally pulling your attention away from your unfinished notes to look back at him. he furrows his eyebrows slightly when he steps closer, noticing your puffy eyes as he walks over to sit beside you. “is everything okay?”

“i’m fine,” you mumble, turning to look back down at your notes. “just… a little stressed.”

“you know you can tell me anything,” light frowns slightly as he reaches over to carefully grab your hand. “what’s wrong?”

you let out a small sigh as he begins to rub miscellaneous shapes against your hand. “i’m exhausted.” your voice shakes as each word leaves your mouth. “i have so much work - it all feels neverending. i don’t know what to do.”

“y/n,” light whispers. he reaches over to cup your face in his hands. “you’re incredibly smart, and handsome, and kind,” he brushes away a stray tear as it rolls down your cheek. “you don’t have to go through this alone. i’m here for you. i love you. let me take care of you.”

you nod, leaning further into light’s touch. “thank you.”

[sickofthistoxicshit]

So I have several plots running in my head to avoid thinking about the finale (you'd think I'd study instead, but alas, nope. 😂🙈)

I wanted to share this, as it came to my head:

Eddie, is pacing back and forward, muttering to himself in Spanish, he seemed pretty worked up.

Chimney and Hen are both seated on the couch in the firehouse' loft, both unsure of how to help, or what it is that Eddie is even saying.

Bobby just smirks amusedly and turns to put the roast in the the oven.

After a while Chimney turns worried eyes to Buck, who is sprawled on the loveseat, reading a book calmly.

Chimney: "Do you know what he's saying?"

Smirking lightly, without raising his head from the book, Buck responds, "He's yelling obscenities in Spanish."

Hen: "Why is he doing it?"

Chimney: "Since when do you speak Spanish?"

Buck turned unimpressed eyes to Chimney, "If you'd bothered to listen Chim, you'd know I bartended in South-America, you can't bartend in most of the countries I've been to, without speaking the language. Also curse words are usually the first words you learn in any new language." He explained.

"And to answer your question Hen, his baby sister is in town for a visit." He chuckled, as he returned his attention to the book.

"Why does that warrant, this?" Hen asked, eyebrow raised in confusion, hand gesturing in Eddie's general direction.

"Basically, it shouldn't, but Sofía coming here, means she'll be spending a large amount of time spilling embarrassing childhood stories, Eds would rather keep hidden." Buck retorted, looking up at his best friend with a fond expression.

Eddie stopped for a second to glare at Buck, before resuming his pacing swearing up a storm again.

"That's rude Edmundo." Buck smirked at him.

"This is all your fault." Eddie stopped in front of Buck, he looked disgruntled, arms folded.

"How exactly is your sister coming to visit is my fault?" Buck exclaimed, hands raised questioningly as well.

"Who was it that sent cute baby pictures to the group chat?" Eddie questioned accusingly.

"Your sisters and mom specifically said, send pictures when Jee-Yun is born." Buck replied, with wide innocent-looking blue eyes accompanied by a shrug, that Eddie is pretty sure Buck taught Christopher to imitate to perfection by now.

"Of the baby, not me holding the baby!" Eddie exclaimed in exasperation.

"How was I supposed to know this will drag an avalanche of your baby pictures?" Buck replied, fighting the smile off his face.

Turning to Hen and Chimney, who looked completely at a loss of how to respond to this, he shared "He was such a cute baby, and a toddler too, but I do have one question..."

He trailed off turning to a bright red flushed Eddie "What was your beef with clothes?"

"Tienes tres segundos para correr" Eddie warned.

"Eds, sea razonable." Buck tried to reason with Eddie, even as he knew it would be useless and slowly rose to his feet, book safely put on the table.

"Uno..." Eddie started to count.

Just then the alarm went off, and Buck sighed in relief, heading straight to get his gear.

"Aww damn, this was just getting good!" Chimney cried out as he rose to his feet stopping the recording saving it so he can send it to Maddie later.

Bobby and Hen exchanged a long suffering look before going to join the others.

...

That's all I got. 🙃

Tienes tres segundos para correr - you have 3 seconds to run.

Eds, sea razonable - Eds be reasonable.

My Spanish is very basic (even though I'm getting better with time) so if you want to give any corrections or a better way to write the sentence, shoot me a private msg. 🙈😇

I needed something light for now, hope it made you crack a smile 🤗❤

Happy 9-1-1 finale day 💕

[sunshinexlollipops]

I read "Wolf become a stripper" instead of "trapper" and for a moment I was like "wtf WHAT?" 😂

I mean, she’s gotta trap money somehow right?

And also, don’t tell me Arthur wouldn’t be her first customer AND would just be spending their own money on her. Like a feedback loop.

—————

Arthur, setting money down onto the table eagerly: “Here ya go, darlin’. $20 on me.”

Wolf: “Arthur this is our money do you not understand—“

Arthur, muttering with excitement: “We’re gonna be so rich...”

[skul-girlza]

Currently, Valentine was sitting at a computer screen, typing away at something, while Robo Fortune was idle, resting on the floor as she was plugged into the computer. Some ticking, more ticking, and sighing as she worked within the very little remains of what was Lab 8. She, as well as the other more solitary “Anti Skullgirls Survivors” members, like Hive and Leduc. As she kept typing, Robo Fortune beeped a little. [... BLOOD IS COLORED #e42310. RGB: 228 RED, 35 GREEN, 16 BLUE. YOU STILL HAVE 3 REMINDERS SET ON YOUR COMPUTER.]

“... Good to know. Would be nice if you could tell me what’s going on with your script...” Valentine noted, still typing away at the computer, just to fix a few bugs on her, while looking through a manual called “How to Code a Sentient Robot: For Newbs”. She... Didn’t mean to make her say that.

[NOT MY FAULT. THAT BOOK GIVES THE BASICS, AND BRAIN DRAIN MAKES THINGS COMPLICATED, BEEP BOOP MEOW.]

“Don’t give me sass, I’m trying to get you more acquainted to society, and less murderous.”

[MY APOLOGIES. PROCEED.]

[skul-girlza]

[...]

[DAMMIT, I REALIZED I WAS NARRATING THE WRONG TEXT IN MY CODE!]

[ACTUALLY, IT WAS PRETTY LATE NEWS. I HAD TO GET TECH SUPPORT AT “TECHFAB”. THEY FIXED IT UP AND I THINK IT SHOULD NOT BE ANY PROBLEM. BEEP BOOP MEOW.]

[THAT STILL DOESN’T MAKE ME FEEL BETTER THAT MY CREATOR SCREWED IT UP!!!]

[aquatic-hybrid]

Akio is casually found sleeping in high places, often times is to avoid being caught as easily, but mostly because he always liked napping on the Crow’s nest in ships. So him currently sleeping on an easily accessible rooftop is rather in character. 

Such a wonderful night with just the right amount of chillness to sleep outside. 

[poisonouslightslayer]

Time had passed and Sting had stayed away from Fairy Tail and anyone from that guild all together so not to be reminded of the anguish he was enduring. His heart was absolutely broken, shattered into a million pieces and there wasn't anyone right now that could make it whole again. The twinkle in his eyes that once was had been snuffed out from to many times of disappointment in others. He even thought of refusing to come out of his room and guild, but how would that look as his reputation as a guild master? Sting felt his secret of dragonfication was the reason those who knew about it wanted to stay away from him. No matter what he did to help, it was unappreciated, backfired in his face and only brought him more pain. So much for being the guiding light of hope for Fiore. He always tried to do the right thing, but maybe this time he was wrong to care and let down his guard. Maybe he should be a recluse and only go out and about when it was necessary?

When he thought of his latest blissful memory he was beyond pissed. Those heart felt words from his former friends were a punch to his face. "You'll be there for me you say. I love you so much? Ha! Empty promises. Why was I such a fool to lower my guard to any of them? Why did I even think I could be friends with the likes of any of them?" He felt betrayed by the whole concept of what their guild stood for, friendship. Bull! More like deceit and hypocrisy. Viv only made his decision of leaving others be more definite where he before witnessed her out of sorts as if she was drunk and he was thinking of writing her out of his life too, but from all they have been through she would be heart broken most likely and he couldn't leave her like that. It would be selfish and heartless so at least he would from time to time see her. Rogue and Minerva at least always gave a damn about his well being so he didn't lose it completely and at least Lector kept his spirits up somewhat, but he could tell Sting's light was being tainted and becoming more fierce. Yukino even stayed out of it because of her friendship with Fairy Tail. Other then that no one else cared even if he was well or not and he hated that there was no resolution whether something could be mended in time or never at all. It was unfair, cruel and selfish to leave another wondering if another was okay or not? What kind of friends did that? And family? He always second guessed himself on that too.

He canceled his meetings with Makarov so he wouldn't even see any member of Fairy Tail and anyone who was from that guild was forbidden to step foot in his territory unless they had business with him which he normally cast away so he didn't see any of their faces. When he wasn't doing any paper work or training, Sting was getting to the point of wanting to sleep more often so he wouldn't have to face the harsh realities of his broken life. The way he felt sometimes when he slept and had good dreams he wanted to remain like that so that no one else could hurt him. Whatever the reason he was getting to the point where he wanted to wash his hands of Fairy Tail entirely only because there was no attempt on their part to try to help him.No call, no text, no letter and no notifications what so ever. Only Viv checked on him when ever she felt like it, but when he saw her it only reminded him of the pain in his heart and so he did the best he could to hide it from her and was lying to himself. He was good at acting as if he was fine, but truth be told he was far from it and becoming less trusting and more cynical by the day. Sting was basically left in limbo to fend for himself and accept his grim fate of losing his humanity all together. Should that wretched day arrive his two options were of being alone and forgotten or destroyed by the very ones he considered to be like his brothers and sister. Both were heart wrenching and cast him into an abyss of despair and darkness. If it came to his very survival he would fight back aganist the other dragon slayers just enough to survive since no other mage' s magic would be effective and then disappear without a trace. At least that happened over and over again in his nightmares causing him to lose sleep and be breathless almost every morning.

He hoped that would never happen though he had big plans and needed others on his side to make sure it didn't. People who were his true friends and would have his back no matter what. His guild mates or at least Rogue and Minerva he knew would fight till the bitter end even it came to that like in his dreams. Sting had to make a strong move and prepare to side himself with those he could trust for that was the key to remaining human and being himself.