Death Note Boyfriend Scenarios

When You Get Drunk

Light Yagami

"{Y/N}, what-?" Light began, watching you smear lipstick all over your face.

"Shut up!!" You yelled, "I'm making myself look pretty!!"

You and your girlfriends had gone out, and they dropped you home drunk as fuck. You were literally the stereotypical drunk woman. "Why can't I look pretty?" you sobbed, and Light sighed.

"Shh, it's okay," he coaxed, "Come on, let's get you to bed, alright?"

You nodded and clung to him as he led you to your bedroom, letting him tuck you in as well.

The next morning when you woke up, Light made fun of you.

"Why can't I look pretty? Stupid..." He joked, and you smacked his arm.

"You asshole!! It's called being drunk! Maybe you should try it once in a while."

"If it ends up like that... No thank you."

"Bastard!"

L Lawliet

"Babe, what're you doing?" L asked, slightly hunched over and looking over at you standing atop a table, pointing at him, while the rest of the investigators watched in either amusement or terror.

"Shut up, slave. I own you!" You exclaimed, and he sighed.

"What's going on with {Y/N}, everyone?"

"W-we let her have some wine, sir," Matsuda managed between laughs, and L glared daggers at him.

"Great. A serial killer is on the loose and what do the investigators decide to do? Get the World's Number One Detective's girlfriend hopelessly drunk." He muttered under his breath.

"L. Slave. Get me some food." You ordered, slurring your words quite a bit. L sighed and motioned for Watari to get you food.

Meanwhile, Aizawa and Matsuda tried to get you off the table, to no avail. Finally, L got irritated and got up, extending a hand towards you.

"Come on, {Y/N}, stop being stubborn. Let's get you to sleep."

"No, peasant!! Don't tell me what to do!!"

"{Y/N}," he mumbled, his tone lowered and much more threatening.

You pouted and jumped off the table onto him. "S-sorry, L," you sobbed in his shoulder, and he rubbed your back awkwardly to comfort you.

When you woke up the next day, the whole investigation team made fun of you. But it was all in good fun.

Mihael "Mello" Keehl

"{Y/N}, please, stop, I can't-!" Matt laughed as you began to walk around fabulously, striking various poses.

Mello, who heard the psychotic yelling and laughing from Matt, walked in to see you in a complete daze. "The fuck happened to {Y/N}?"

"Uh, sorry, Mel, but I let her take some shots with me." Matt said, breathing heavily and chuckling.

"Bitch, I am fabulous!!" You yelled, running a hand through your hair.

"{Y/N}, what're you doing?" Mello asked you, coming closer to you and crossing his arms.

"Guess who I am," you giggled. "Tch. I wear black leather all the time, I have anger issues, and {Y/N} is better than me in every possible-!"

"You're so full of shit when you're drunk." He interrupted.

"Bitch, don't hate on my fabulousness!" You said, causing Matt to fall on the floor laughing.

"Come on, idiot, you need to chill the fuck out and go to sleep."

"Eh? But why, though? I woke up like this." You questioned, causing Mello to groan in annoyance and drag you upstairs.

Mail "Matt" Jeevas

"{Y/N}, why are there beer bottles everywhere-?" He began, only to see you laying down on the couch, giggling.

"Hey, Matty," you slurred, "Mmm, come over here."

He cautiously stepped towards you, before you pulled him onto you and started kissing his neck. "{Y/N}, stop it, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Matty, I want you..." You muttered, causing Matt to realize what was going on.

"You're drunk, aren't you? Ugh. Great. You're a horny drunk."

"What're you talking about?" You inquired, "Come on, Matt, let's have some fun."

You pulled yourself up and sat on his lap, grinding on him and kissing his neck. "{Y/N}, s-stop," he began, only to feel you go limp, followed by loud snoring.

He turned to see your head gently on his shoulder, eyes closed. He groaned in annoyance and picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom so you could sleep on the actual bed.

Nate "Near" River

"Gevanni, where's {Y/N}?" Near asked Gevanni.

"Over there," he sighed, gesturing towards the table that was covered in shot glasses and food.

"Thanks," he muttered, walking away. "This is why I don't let them throw parties."

"Oh, Near!" You chimed when you saw him approaching.

"{Y/N}, I think we should get going. It's late, and I'm sure that you're tired."

"Haha, I'm fine!! Come on, loosen up a bit!" You practically yelled, unaware of your volume.

"Ugh, come on, {Y/N}, I know you're drunk, but you need to get home and rest."

"No, Near," you persisted before standing up. "Woo! IT'S A FUCKING PARTY!!"

Gevanni and Halle, who were standing just mere feet away, yelled back as you got up and began to dance. Or at least tried to. Rester came up behind Near and patted his shoulder. "Want me to help you get her to the car?"

Near nodded as he and Rester started dragging you out of the party and to Near's stand-by car, which drove you both to your place, where he finally convinced you to get some sleep.