Serial Designation N M.list

serial designation n m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ yandere n hc

summary: n as a yandere headcanons

❥ n comfort after a md attack hc

summary: worker drone! reader, escaped from the hands of another murder drone. so, n, being the cinnamonroll he is, comforts them

❥ fighting hc

summary: headcanons for fighting with reader

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Death Note

♡ Names have the links to their masterlist!

➤ Kira

↳ Yagami, Light

↳ Amane, Misa

↳ Mikami, Teru

↳ Takada, Kiyomi

➤ Japanese Task Force

↳ Aizawa, Shuichi

↳ Mogi, Kanzo

↳ Matsuda, Touta

➤ Wammy's House

↳ Watari

↳ L

↳ Near

↳ Mello

↳ Matt

↳ Beyond Birthday

nakahara, chuuya m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ relax with me ☁︎

summary : growing tired of paperwork, you sit at your desk desperately trying to get it all done. but all you need, is to relax with chuuya.

Relax with me

summary : growing tired of paperwork, you sit at your desk desperately trying to get it all done. but all you need, is to relax with chuuya.

reader pronouns : they/them

pairing : chuuya nakahara x reader

(y/n) was sat in in their chair. Spinning around after doing many pages of important paperwork. In the comfort of the apartment they shared with their partner. They brought one of their hands up to rub their ever growing tired eyes. Feeling the bags, weighing under them.

"If I don't do this, who will?" And went back to scribbling something down on the paper.

Seconds became minutes. And minutes became hours. (y/n) placed their sleepy head on the desk in defeat. They still had so many pages left to do. Like the cost for the recent attack they had done on the ADA. 

Eyelids were growing heavy. "Getting tired? Why don't you stop for now?" A voice so familiar had called out the the sleeping figure. Chuuya had lightly shook his partner awake. "Come on. Let's go to sleep. You're clearly to tired to work." He had protested to his significant other. 

"But! I need to get this work done." They had said in a sleepy tone. Chuuya wouldn't take no for a answer. He had pulled the chair away from the desk. Trying to prevent (y/n) to work any further. They groaned out of pure tiredness.

They had given in to their boyfriends request, and had gotten up from the chair. Chuuya had taken their hand and guided them towards the bed. One by one. They had both climbed in to the bed.

Holding each other in a warm embrace. "Next time, put your health first. Not the stupid paperwork." He said nuzzling his head deeper into theirs. All they had done is nod. Simply. In compliance to what Chuuya had said. Wanting to enjoy the moment with the one they love the most.

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dazai, osamu m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ sports day

summary: a sports competition between your school and another. ft. fyodor

❥ pluviophile ☁︎

summary: your looking out the window of the ADA and a certain brunet catches your attention.

❥ ache ꩜

summary : you and your boyfriend get into a fight about, why he's always injured.

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F L O W E R S

a/n: more sal fisher fluffiness, that and likeeeee I wanna start (make a attempt) to garden so self indulgent... :p

character: sal fisher

tw: n/a

Sal was laying in bed, his prosthetic long since tossed to the side of his bed. Swamped in a sea of clothes. His blue hair not in their usual pigtails, but messily draping over his head, as a result of not leaving his bed for days. Or- most of the weekend.

It was like since Friday, when his final class for the day concluded, he was just in this slump. It was noticible to all observing and looking in to his life.

A soft knock on his door, drew none to little reaction from the caccoon of warmth he's built for himself in his bed. His eyes not drifting up from his game boy.

"Sal? You in there? It's just me."

The voice spoke from behind the door. Though muffled, it was easily identifiable, it was them. One of Sal's favourite people, someone he trusted and relied on. (y/n).

He could build up the energy to leave his bundle of warmth, but, it was warm. Safe. His voice was dry, dry to the point of him trying to talk came out as a muffled squeek. A raspy murmer.

They slowly popped their head around the corner of the doorway, their eyes settling on his form. Tucked away under a mess of blankets and pillows. Like a little fort.

They slowly entered his room. Holding a object behind their back, causing Sal to furrow his brows, trying to process what they were holding.

They pulled the item, revealing a bunch of flowers, a anxious smile etched on his face.

'You brought me flowers?' Sal remarked, sitting up from his little pile of warmth.

'Well... yeah. I noticed you were sad.... so I wanted to make you smile.' They chuckled nervously, sheepishly rubbing the back of their neck.

divider by @/cafekitsune

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