Death_Note_Masterlist

Death_Note_Masterlist

Rules and other Masterlists

L Lawliet

romantic

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platonic

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Light Yagami

romantic

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platonic

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Do not mind me, my subjects

Just a random shower thought, didn't make anything huge outta it either

Reader is 16-17 in this

Ig milf trope, but it's an older brother instead

Makoto lowkey having a thing for reader, but nothing happens

Kazushi's hot older brother

"Get your ass over here."

The male's voice sounded out loudly, firmly through the phone, leaving Kazushi stiffen up while his friends snickered at him. The volume of the phone was high enough so the whole little friend group could hear everything, even though it is pressed against the brown-haired's ear.

"Oooooh, Gishi junior is in troubleeee~.", Makoto cooed, mockingly.

Kazushi tried to send them a glare, but he was so tensed up through his brothers tone that he couldn't manage to look more mad than intimidated at that moment.

"I heard that, Makoto.", (Y/N) sighed, turning his attention back to his little brother, "Mom told me what your english teacher said, you know what that means."

Kazushi slouched dramatically, "Study time..."

Upon hearing those words escape the brown-haired's mouth, Makoto cheered loudly, "Study tiiiimeee! I'm coming with!", he exclaimed, throwing an arm around his, not at all pleased, friend.

He knew all too well that the black-haired wasn't enthusiastic about studying, but rather about seeing the older Yamagishi brother.

"Oh, hell no-"

"I don't give a fuck, I just gotta make sure Gishi junior catches up with the rest of the class."

Kazushi, now way less scared of what awaits him at home, finally manages to send his friend a nasty glance, simply earning a teasing grin from said friend in return.

Takuya chuckled, stepping closer to the phone, "Say, (Y/N), Gishi junior mentioned you made those oreo cupcakes again...", the blonde trailed off, giving the older one a moment to catch on to what he was implying.

The question earned the attention of the other two who have been keeping themselves out of this little mess up until now. They're feet subconsciously carrying them forwards as they awaited an answer.

"Takuyaaaaa, my booooooyyy! Yeah the rest of ya can come over too, I made plenty."

The boys cheered quietly, high fiving each other. All except Kazushi who, at this point, reconsidered several life desicions regarding his friend group.

He should've never let them meet his older brother.

Now, sitting in the livingroom, munching on (Y/N)'s highly praised oreo cupcakes, Kazushi was feeling way better, only slightly annoyed about the fact his brother won't let him off the hook without studying.

"I know I said the rest of ya could come,", the eldest teen spoke up, shifting his gaze back and forth between two blonde teens he hasn't met before, "but ya at least gotta tell me when you bring someone new over."

"Sorry for coming in unannounced.", the taller blonde, Draken, apologized with a little headbow, urging the other, Mikey, to do the same with a side glance.

Mikey got the hint, kind of, "Yeah, thank you for the cupcakes! They're sooo good!"

The two of them were the reason Kazushi was feeling better. Not only because he got two of the coolest people out there in his house, but also because he was sure Makoto and the others wouldn't be all over his brother when they're around.

Akkun, Takemitchy and Takuya weren't that bad, besides siding with (Y/N) when Kazushi is being teased and using the nickname (Y/N) came up for Kazushi, they hardly do anything.

Kazushi could only think of them trying to act all sweet so they could get food he prepared as other examples.

Makoto on the other hand...

With him it was basically the "Your mom's kinda hot" trope. The only difference being that it was his brother instead of his mother.

Makoto would constantly make jokes about becoming his brother in law when the (Y/HC)-haired wasn't around.

Helping (Y/N) with any little thing and sending Kazushi a smirk in secret.

Kazushi did not like that at all.

"Haha, no prob, really. And thankies, they're my specialty.", the (Y/HC)-haired flopped down on the floor across from his little brother, "And the remark was really more directed to lil Gishi junior here."

"Yeah, that's kind of on me.", Takemichi admitted as he scratched the back of his head, "They kinda tagged along when I told them where we were headed."

(Y/N) nodded, "Just shoot me a text next time."

"Yessir!", Kazushi answered, saluting, as he smiled, making his brother coo at him. He leaned over and ruffled his hair, "You're so cute, Gishi junior~."

"Heeey! Quit it!", the brown-haired pried off (Y/N)'s hand and redid his bun.

"Hey, (Y/N)?", Mikey spoke with his mouth half full.

"Yeah?", the boy turned his attention to the shorter one.

"Why do you call him Gishi junior?"

(Y/N) laughed, "When he was born, I kept forgetting his name. So I started calling him Yamagishi junior, but that was too long, so I shortened it. I memorized his name by now, but it kinda became a thing.", he cracked his fingers, still chuckling to himself, before realizing he forgot something, "Oh shit I forgot the books in my room."

The teen groaned, "I don't wanna stand up agaaaaiiiiin..."

Makoto's face immediately lit up as he saw the oportunity, "I'll get 'em for ya."

"Oh, no, you won't!"

Kazushi raced him up the stairs, unfortunately slipping up in his hurry, giving his friend an adventage.

Akkun and Takuya had a look on their faces that could be read as "I don't know these two", while Takemichi quietly laughed to himself. He wouldn't have laughed if it weren't for the memory this situation awakened.

Mikey just kept eating his treat, as he quietly watched the scenario happening. Draken and (Y/N) stared at the stairs for a few seconds before locking eyes, a questioning look in Draken's eyes, "Yeah, Makoto's kinda simping for me or something.", (Y/N) said causally.

"Huh?"

Wip

This is the reference pic, for context of the shit below

The program was lagging, that's why that weird hair is there-

And someone on amino said it looked like Manny from Ice age so-

I MADE IT HAPPEN

Fjfkfkgk

Also

I provoked a sukunafied Megumi, so I jad to draw him bald Nanami so he wouldn't make sushi out of me

I shall present to you, my new unhealthy obsession<3

I love him way too much

(pls someone request yttd stuff, I beg)

I Hate How I Love

Chapter 2: Replay

Introduction

Chapter 1: Dotted Scarf

Chapter 3: coming soon!

"Hi, Reko.", (Y/N) practically whined out, dragging out the 'o' in his neighbor's name as he sat down in the passenger seat. "Hey.", she greeted casually, watching the other close the door and buckle up. Her eyes landed on the strange scarf that was wrapped around the grey bird in (Y/N)'s arms, "What's this?", she asked, tugging a bit at it, "Haven't seen you with this before. Is this from Nao?" (Y/N) shook his head.

She had an eyebrow raised, if it's not Nao's then who's is it? (Y/N) wouldn't wear clothing with such eye catching colors. The thought made her crack up a bit, actually, she had to think back to when her, her brother and (Y/N) went clothes shopping together. Alice, the mentioned brother, thought it was a good idea to switch up the (Y/HC)-haired's clothes color pallet a bit. A bit too much maybe.

It wasn't the clothing that made this a funny memory, but rather the male himself as he exited the changing cabin. He walked like a cat put in a sweater and judging by his expression, he looked like he just gulped down some citric acid. A situation you had to be in in order to find it funny like the siblings did.

Reko watched (Y/N) fidget with the scarf nervously as she herself let go of it to start the car. "I'm listening?", she urged him to tell the story. But as the male beside her began to laugh as he tried to talk, she got a bad feeling, "(Y/N)...What happened?"

(Y/N) had anxiety, a strong fear of people and, in addition, tended to dissociate a lot outside on some days. And thus got nervous and/or overwhelmed easily. It makes (Y/N) an easy target for a lot of bad people. And even if it's not bad people, (Y/N) can easily get in uncomfortable situations he still thinks about weeks after it happened. Sometimes resulting in him not being able to sleep.

And whenever anything along those lines happened, the male would laugh like he did in that moment, trying to comprehend what actually happened himself before he could put it into words to explain it. Reko and Alice had helped him out of multiple situations already, which they didn't mind per say, they were close friends after all, but the amount of times started to get a tad bit overwhelming. Good thing (Y/N) preferred staying inside and didn't like to run off somewhere instead, otherwise the numbers would probably be more than doubled, actually.

The (Y/EC) eyes of the male darted back and forth between his fingers and Reko's concerned face. She already had her hand on the car key, but stopped her movement to look at him. "Well...haha- The thing is..." He then fully averted his gaze to look outside the window instead. The longer he thought about what the hell just happened to him, the more sketchy it seemed. Sure, ordenary human beings cannot summon rain to make people fall into their traps, but the stranger just seemed to be talking a bit too smoothly. As if rehearsed for days. And actually, the dullness of his eyes could be a clue of how he wasn't human at all! Then the rain summoning could actually make sense.

No, (Y/N) threw out that ridiculous thought as soon as it came. He was just trying to explain the situation to himself. The fact that kind humans outside of his own bubble might exist is an idea he couldn't quite grasp, so he tended to come up with villain stories for people. There had to be some kind of ulterior motive, right? Wrong, but it was true that he had a fair share of people in his life that were only there to use, abuse and scar him, left to bleed and people to gawk at him.

"It's fine.", Reko turned her head to the road up ahead, "You don't have to tell me right away. Try to relax a bit, I'm sure you had a long day." (Y/N) nodded. He was grateful to have such an understanding friend, she was always so patient with him and never pressured him to do anything against his will.

The black-haired offered her friend a quick smile before finally starting up the car to drive home. She tried not to worry too much and trust that (Y/N) won't let anything bubble up inside of him again. That was a disaster rather to be avoided.

The pitter patter of the rain against the car windows weren't as relaxing to (Y/N) as they might be for others. It was more of an invite to dissociate and not being able to focus. Like in that moment when he tried to reflect on what happened mere moments ago. He began to tap a hand on his leg once he felt himself drifting off, trying to stay in reality. "Argh, please not now...", he muttered.

Reko quickly caught on, "5 things you can see." "Uh-", (Y/N) lifted his head from the glass he barely noticed leaning against, "Car door,...you, uh- steering wheel, dotted scarf, Zazu." Reko nodded, smiling, "Good, now 4 things you can hear." (Y/N) frowned, trying to concentrate on the surrounding sounds, "Rain, car, my voice..." "One more." "And your voice." "Great!", she patted his knee with her right hand, "Now three things you can feel." "Your hand on my leg, the heat in my hoodie and...Zazu biting my fingers-"

He looked down in his lap, deadpanning at his bird who was trying to get his attention by devouring his fingers. "Nom nom nom." The black-haired threw a quick glance at Zazu and stiffled a laugh, "Are you back?" (Y/N) shook his head a few times before answering with a laugh-filled "I think". Reko removed her hand from his leg again, "Nice."

There was just a moment of silence between the two. But Reko, an angel for sure, was quick to turn on the radio to make it a more comfortable pause of conversation for the male next to him.

"This was just...weird.", he changed the topic back to the previous one without a clear transition, but Reko knew him well enough to notice things like that by now. "Are you ready to try and word it out for me to understand?", she wasn't being pushy at all which the male really appreciated.

"Gimme a few minutes to put it into grammatically correct sentences." They laughed and Reko nodded, understanding, "Take your time, bro."

They drove in silence with the only noises being the rain outside, the radio playing the newest top 10 singles and Zazu's occasional "Scratch scratch scratch" while his owner scratched his head. Instead of actually trying to find out how to word it grammatically correct like he said he would, he began to think that, maybe, he was reading too much into this. That it was just the usual paranoia gnawing at him and that telling Reko the story would be simply a waste of time they could spent to talk about something more cheery instead. But he knew to better be safe than sorry, being the one to check his pockets a few dozen times to check if he really had his phone on him.

(Y/N) bit his inner lip, "Okay, I think I should just tell you. It might not be that big of a deal." He turned a bit to the left to face Reko a bit more, so he doesn't have to turn his head so far in order for Reko to hear him properly over the suddenly busy traffic. "Go on ahead, (Y/N).", Reko encouraged.

"Right...", (Y/N) nodded to himself, "So basically- When Zazu and I arrived under that porch, this guy came outta nowhere- Like- I didn't even notice him. He was behind some post thing." "And what about that guy?", the black-haired stopped the car at a red traffic light and took that as a chance to look her friend in the eyes, "Better drop a description too before you forget. I mean, I don't know what happened, but you know...", she trailed off. (Y/N) nodded knowingly, "He was acting pretty nice actually, but yeah, let's see...His hair was green, long-ish, I think...uh...and he wore a black suit and this scarf.", he motioned to the dotted scarf that was still comfortably wrapped around the parrot.

Reko frowned at that, "Why the heck to you have his scarf?", "It's green!", Zazu interrupted. "Ah, yeah, thanks.", she started driving again, "Alright, green-haired dude in a suit. Please continue."

(Y/N) readjusted his bird in his lap and got back to scratching his head as he continued, "So he came outta nowhere and- after talking back and forth maybe 3 sentences each, he gave us his scarf 'cause Zazu was freezing." "Oh, that really was rather nice of him." "Yeah...", the male began to fidget with the scarf again. And, again, his neighbor noticed, "There's more to it, I just know it. Keep going."

Muttering something unintelligible to Reko under his breath, he started to sink into his hoodie like a turtle would into its shell. She urged him to repeat himself a little louder and more clearly. (Y/N)'s cheeks burned into a rose color from just saying it once, "He said I looked stunning...and like- he was so handsome- I- HHMMMMM!" The young man shook his head with force, not wanting to repeat it again or add anything to it.

"Gay panic! Gay panic!", Zazu bobbed his head from side to side while repeating that phrase over and over again, practically driving his owner mad with embarrassment, "Shut it, Zazu!", he whined out, covering his red face with his hand.

Reko blinked, the other's words slowly sinking in, "So you're simping over a sane and nice person for once.", she concluded jokingly, trying to hold back her laugh. Failing miserably, she started giggling, only increasing in volume when (Y/N) tells her to shut the fuck up. "I know my taste in fictional men are questionable. That doesn't mean I'm attracted to homocidal maniacs in reallife too.", the male pouted.

He felt her nudge his side with her ellebow, "Yeah, yeah, I'm just kiddin'. Hah, well, I'm glad it ain't anything bad this time." (Y/N) nodded slowly, remembering the stranger's words, "He wants to meet up at that cafe I was waiting at in two days at 2 pm to get his scarf back."

"Ah, will you be able to do that on your own? I don't think I'm free that day, should ask Alice if he could accompany you. I'd suggest you to stay home and just let someone else drop it off, but I think this could be good for you. Seeing how you haven't said you never wanna see that dude again 'cause the interaction with him was embarrassing for you. Like with that one lady in the supermarket?"

(Y/N) shivered as memories came back up, a disgusted look on his face, "Argh, please don't remind me..." Reko let out another short laugh and apologized. "But yeah, asking Alice would be nice."

"Alright, I'll do that once I see him back home."

I Hate How I Love

Introduction

[Sou Hiyori/Midori x male! reader]

Even though being a pretty well known youtuber, (Y/N) would describe his life as pretty average. He got enough money, a big enough apartment and a part-time job besides his YouTube carrier. And not to forget his African Grey Parrot, Zazu.

Finding shelter from the rain for himself and his bird, the male met a strange man wearing a dotted scarf, also having found shelter under the same store porch.

(Y/N), cannot decide wether meeting that man was the worst or the best thing that ever happened to him.

Warnings:

This story contains manipulation, unhealthy relationships, stalking, gore,…yandere shit yknow

No Death Game AU

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Chapter 1: "Dotted Scarf"

Chapter 2: coming soon!