Mello X Reader: You Think You're Better by MadameInserts, literature
Literature
Mello X Reader: You Think You're Better
Both you and Mello were working together, surprisingly, to bring down Kira. It all started when you two met at Wammy’s House. You practically grew up with the man, and, to say in the least, you two loathed each other. Sure, you wanted to be friends at first. Keys words being ‘at first.’ But, Mello just shut you down. He always had the upper-hand. He was older. And, essentially, he was better than you. The sarcastic and childish chocolate-lover didn’t know where to stop. He would berate you when you failed and make fun of you when you didn’t. You could always count on him to be there…to kick you down. So, wh
Mello X Reader: I Don't Know by MadameInserts, literature
Literature
Mello X Reader: I Don't Know
You coughed and spluttered, your lungs burning from all the dust and debris in the air. Mello had done it now. He blew up the entire damn building to save himself.
“Mello..!”
Your voice was hoarse, your throat burning. You let out another cough, trying to shield your eyes.
“Mello..!”
You desperately tried to find him. He couldn’t be… No. He had to be alive. However, just as you were about to pull away a large chunk of rock, you felt two sets of hands grab your arms.
“We got one..!”
You let out a hoarse scream, thrashing as strongly as you could to get away from the gloved hands. It was n
Staring Contest [L Lawliet x Reader] by TheNobodyofaSOLDIER, literature
Literature
Staring Contest [L Lawliet x Reader]
Tick...Tick...Tick...
Seconds passed. The computers hummed monotonously within the quiet room. The flourescent lights illuminated the rooms, the light buzzing of the light adding to the tense silent.
You felt the lower lid of your right eye twitch as you gazed blankly into L's large black eyes.
"51...52...53...Almost a minute...," you thought to yourself.
L sat there crouched in his usual position, his eyes glued open. His face expression was blank. Black circles adorned the bottom of his orbs. His face appeared ghostly under the soft bulbs.
"63...64...65..."
You began to feel your eyes dry. Sweat formed on your brow. Yet, you were dete