Death Note Boyfriend Scenarios

When You Watch the Netflix Live-Action Death Note Together

--WARNING!! CONTAINS SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE NETFLIX LIVE-ACTION FILM, DEATH NOTE!! AND ALSO FOURTH WALL BREAKS, I GUESS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!--

Light Yagami

"I'm still confused, is that supposed to be me?" Light asked, sitting down beside you and gesturing towards the screen. "But... I don't look like that, do I?"

You looked at Nat Wolff onscreen, and then back at your boyfriend. There was a slight similarity, but you really didn't find the two to be significantly alike. "No," you agreed, "He looks edgier."

"Yeah, like some Hot Topic knockoff," he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Watch it, I like Hot Topic," you growled, and he chuckled.

"Sorry, Princess," he said, kissing your forehead. Meanwhile, onscreen, Light and Mia (who was supposed to be Misa) were going through a montage of sex, kissing, and killing with the notebook.

"Hey, that shit better not be happening behind my back either." you warned, and he smiled.

"Of course not, never again," he said, "Besides, you know you're the only girl that can satisfy my-!"

The volume on the TV jumped higher as the background music suddenly got louder, and L's character appeared onscreen. "Heh, I'd love to see L's reaction to this." you giggled.

"What, because he's being played by a black guy? That's racist, {Y/N}!"

"No, Light, because of the sudden open public appearances. Imagine how much nagging L would be doing right now if he were watching this."

You and Light looked at each other with an evil grin as you dove for the room's phone. You were at the hotel, so why not have a little fun with teasing L?

L Lawliet

"...he's a dumb portrayal of me." L said, taking some cake onto the fork he was holding and putting it in your mouth.

"Lakeith Stanfield? I think he got your little quirks down pretty well, actually. Look at the way he reads the case files. He got that right." you disagreed, mouth full of chocolate cake.

"But he's so... open. Like he's trying to get caught. And he's so emotional."

"He's human, L," you argued.

"Ah, but so am I."

...fair point.

About three-quarters into the movie, L got so furious with his onscreen character that he began yelling at the movie.

"LISTEN UP, FUCKTARD, IF YOU BECOME EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED, YOU CAN'T CATCH KIRA. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??"

"...L, babe, please, calm down," you coaxed.

"OH, YEAH, LEMME JUST SHOW UP AT KIRA'S FUCKING HOUSE AND THREATEN HIM. GO FUCK YOURSELF, NETFLIX L. GO FUCK YOURSELF."

You sighed and let L have his moment. After all, you weren't in the movie, so you just tried to enjoy it. Even though it seemed like a giant parody of L's situation. The movie wasn't great, but hey, it helped L to burn off some anger, so

Mihael "Mello" Keehl

"...what the fuck did I just watch?" Mello questioned, staring at the TV in your living room. You looked at him in equal confusion and leaned on him.

"That was a shit show in every sense of the word," you said, twirling his blond hair around your fingers. "I... can't believe they fucked it up that badly."

"The splatter effects with the blood were probably worse than any other movie we've seen." Mello chuckled, positioning himself so you could play with his hair properly. "And that is not what L was like."

"I'd hope not," you replied. "Else then your whole orphanage family would've been built off emotional boys."

"I mean, we were emotional, but not to that extent." He said, and then stood up. "Come on, I need recovery food. Ice cream?"

You nodded and sat up. "The chocolate flavour with brownie bits, please. I'll put on Yuri On Ice in the meantime."

"You got it, Princess," he sighed, walking over the kitchen as you loaded Yuri On Ice onto your TV. Within a few seconds, you had the first episode up and ready to go, and when Mello handed you a spoon and sat next to you with a giant tub of ice cream, you pressed play and laid back.

Mail "Matt" Jeevas

"OH MY GOD, STOP THE TORTURE." Matt screamed at the TV screen. You were laughing, but also not enjoying the movie either.

"You're being so dramatic," you chuckled, and he turned to glare at you.

"Who's the Wammy's kid here?" He asked you, and when you remained silent, he smirked. "That's what I thought."

"Well, at least sit down," you begged, and he climbed down from your coffee table to sit beside you, placing his head on your shoulder.

"You know what makes this worse??" He asked, "THE FACT THAT NONE OF THE WAMMY'S KIDS BESIDES L ARE THERE. THIS IS AN OUTRAGE."

"My ears, Matty," you said, and then kissed his forehead. "Do you really wanna be in a shitty movie?"

"YES!!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air. "WHO WOULDN'T WANNA BE IN A MOVIE?? ESPECIALLY A SHITTY ONE!"

You laughed at how odd your boyfriend's thought process was, and he glared at you. "THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER, {Y/N}."

Nate "Near" River

"Okay, so, I have a few questions," Near said.

"Go ahead," you allowed, leaning back on the couch you were on.

"Why do you like make me feel so... negative?" He asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"It wasn't that bad, Near."

"{Y/N}. The blood effects. A child could've done that." He adamantly mumbled.

"Making movies is hard," you argued. "I'm sure they could've done better, but I think they still worked hard on this."

"Wasted time and money," he scoffed.

"Just thank your lucky stars that you weren't in the movie."

"I guess," he said, throwing himself onto your thighs, lying down and staring up at you.

"We should watch more shitty movies."

{Y/N}, NO."