#The L Word series

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〉The "L" Word 〈

| Lee-Know |

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Genre: Fluff 💕 & some suggestive content💋

Summary: Lee-Know is coming home from tour and you're finally going to tell him you love him.... maybe?

Pairing: Idol! Lee-Know x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Established relationship. First "I Love You". Suggestive themes. some tears. v cute stuff. [they're in love your honor :( ]

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Word Count: 3.7k

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It was Saturday.

It was finally Saturday.

You had been looking forward to this day all week, all month. You could feel the excitement and anticipation vibrate through your body the second you woke up like a kid hitting the peak of their sugar rush. Normally, you'd let yourself snooze well into the afternoon, catching up on the sleep you so desperately needed after the work week that had just passed, but not today. Today was important.

Today, the boys were coming home.

After being away for events and performances for nearly four months now, promoting their new album and gaining fame worldwide, they were coming home for a much-needed break, which meant you would finally get to see your boyfriend.

Four months of falling asleep together during late-night video chats only to wake the next morning and still find the line active, the other snoring quietly through the speaker. Four months of quick, mid-day phone calls just to say "I miss you," before having to hang up and return to your busy schedules. Four months of incessant texting every chance you got, sending each other memes and pictures every hour of the day, every day of the week. Four months of being apart and it was finally coming to a close.

You were elated that they were coming home, relieved even. As much as the boys adored what they did, they deserved a vacation, and in less than twelve hours, theirs would finally begin. Before the end of the day, Minho and his members would be escorted through the Incheon International Airport and brought back to the dorms for some much-deserved rest.

You tried to tell Minho to do just that when the two of you had talked earlier in the week, to go home and rest, but he missed you. He missed you more than he thought possible. Every time he had a free moment to himself, he would be checking his phone for notifications from you.

He'd scroll through your Instagram feed through his private account and watch your stories an unhealthy amount of times throughout the day, he'd rewatched old Snapchat videos that the two of you had taken from the earlier days of your relationship, and friendship beforehand, and he'd even call your phone when he knew you'd be fast asleep just to hear your voicemail click in with your cheery voice.

He missed you so much, and he'd be damned if he didn't come to see you the minute their plane landed safely back in Korea.

You tried to tell him no, to go back home to the dorms to rest for a few days and catch up on sleep, but Minho was a stubborn man, and the only thing he wanted to do come Saturday evening was to hold you in his arms and bask in your presence, the presence he longed for after spending so much time away.

And who were you to deny your boyfriend of that?

You missed him just as much as he did you, probably even more so.

So, when your alarm went off early Saturday morning, waking you from your slumber, you found yourself practically hopping from your warm bed and skipping to the shower in delight. Everything you did that morning was done in elation.

The usual morning shower that acted as a pick-me-up to further wake you from your sleepy haze was now taken to help calm the nerves that washed through you in a rush. The usual morning skin routine afterwards was done extra thoroughly as you bounced from foot to foot, unable to contain your excitement.

Breakfast and morning coffee were made with a sprinkle of magic dusted in as you blasted music through your phone speaker and danced and sang as if it was your happiest day on earth. You used the end of the spatula as a microphone, pausing to flip your eggs around the pan briefly before you continued your one-man concert across the tile of your kitchen floor.

If Minho could see you now, surely, he'd shake his head an call you a loser (lovingly of course) for your dorky antics, but you didn't care. He was coming home to you and that was justification enough for turning your entire apartment into a solo stage.

After you had eaten your breakfast and energized yourself even more with a pot of coffee, you ran out to stock up on groceries. You weren't sure how long Minho was planning on staying over, but you had taken the following week off to spend time with him, so you were sure the two of you would go through a lot.

You bought ingredients to cook him his favourite meals, bought the proper stuff needed for him to make himself a coffee, and then some extras for snacking throughout the week so you wouldn't have to leave the house for groceries again while he was home.

When you got home, you started the cleaning. You and Minho were fairly clean people, and you both went to extra lengths to ensure your apartment was always cleaner than most. But right now, you wanted to make it even better. Minho coming home allowed you to really pull out every single piece of furniture from its home and vacuum and mop around it before sliding it back into its place.

Every nook and cranny was scrubbed free of cobwebs and dust, every speckle of food that faintly stained your stovetop was wiped, and every particle in the air was then coated with a light layer of his favourite air freshener. You wanted Minho to come home and not have to lift a finger.

So after what felt like hours of decluttering your and his space, storing away old knick-knacks that only acted as an eyesore along your shelves, and ensuring every single blanket and pillow were clean, the laundry in your clothes hamper also completely finished, did you finally allow yourself the luxury of rest.

And by then, you only had an hour before Minho's plane would land and he'd be on his way to your apartment.

The closer the time got to his arrival, the more your nerves grew, though you weren't entirely sure why.

You and Minho had been together for almost a year now, and friends for nearly triple the time. This wasn't the first instance he and the boys had been gone for a long time, and based on the way their careers were skyrocketing lately, you knew it was far from the last, but something about his return home now felt different.

The two of you weren't overly affectionate people, at least not in public anyway. All of your intimacy was saved for the moments you found yourselves alone together, whether in the comfort of your own apartment or in the safety of his bedroom, behind his closed door.

So why were you feeling so nervous, so giddy to see him again after only a short few months? Was it the physical touch you both craved and missed so desperately or was it something bigger? Something more intimate?

Sure, the two of you were sexually active, but it only happened on occasion. With both of you sporting low sex drives, you only ever indulged in one another during special occasions.

But the idea of finally seeing Minho soon was only kicking your hormones into overdrive.

You had planned a night in with him with facemasks, self-care, and ultimately, relaxation, but now you felt yourself growing more and more intrigued with the idea of jumping his bones the minute he walked through the door.

Maybe your period was coming up.

You always found yourself more needy when that time of month came.

It was half past seven o'clock now, and you were lying on the couch with a book in your hand and a blanket wrapped tightly around your figure. You hadn't been able to even make it past the first few pages of the book, your mind too preoccupied with thoughts of Minho while your nerves swam through your stomach like a swarm of bees.

It was then that you decided.

You were finally going to tell him.

You were finally going to say the 'L' word.

Neither one of you had said it yet, despite being together for so long, but neither one of you minded. The two of you always felt content with where you stood, but after missing him this much, you knew.

You loved him, and you knew he loved you back just as much. This stretch of distance made you sure of that. The words were always there, on the tip of his tongue after every late-night phone call or afternoon Facetime. They were always there, never spoken but you felt it all the same with the way he talked to you, the way he stared at you during your video calls.

You knew, and you were anxious to tell him the second he walked through your front door.

Then, as if on cue, the buzzing sound of your apartment doorbell system rang noisily throughout the space, causing you to jump, your heart beginning to race frantically with anticipation.

You quickly threw the warm knit blanket off your nearly-naked body, cold air hitting all the parts of your skin that weren't covered by the red lace lingerie set you adorned yourself with specifically for this moment, this reunion.

You padded lightly over to the intercom, holding the button down and pushing your lips up to the speaker.

"Minho?" you chirped excitedly, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

There was silence for a second before the voice of home came bounding through the small appliance on the wall, filling you with warmth and happiness you only ever felt with Minho.

"Hi Kitten," he mused back in a teasing tone. "Are you going to let me in, or do I have to climb this building and smash through the living room window to get to you?"

You clicked the button down once more, giggling into the receiver before responding in a soft, adoring timbre.

"I thought I told you to go home and rest before coming over." you chided with a mischievous grin even though he couldn't see it. He could probably hear it in the ring of your voice, which only made you smile wider.

"And I thought I told you you were my home," he responded back quickly. "Buzz me in so I can come inside my home."

Heat pooled low in your stomach at his insinuation, the mood of his voice now heated and thick. Your thumb hovered over the button that would unlock the front door, allowing him access inside, but you couldn't bring yourself to press it just yet. Despite missing him so much, you wanted him to suffer a bit for the thoughts he had just thrown into your head with his last statement.

Buzz me in so I can come inside my home...

"Where's your key?" you asked after a moment of silence, the smile on your face growing with every passing second.

"Yah!" he hollered back, his voice tight as he responded. "You know damn well that my key is sitting on your kitchen table as we speak. Now open up before I change my mind and actually go home!"

You let out a laugh as you finally pushed the button, unlocking the front door for your boyfriend to enter. You glanced over at the apartment key that, like Minho had said, was still sitting on your kitchen table next to Leebit. He had left it at your place before he and the boys were supposed to leave, saying he didn't want to take any chances with someone else getting their hands on it and having access to your apartment, and he didn't want to lose it in his time away.

You were anxious to give it back to him so he could come and go as he pleased. Whether it be mid-afternoon after practice was let out, or late at night when he was feeling needy himself, you were excited for him to have that privilege back.

As you waited for Minho to make the trek back up to where you lived on the fourth floor, you unlocked the front door for him and retreated back to the couch. Only this time, instead of cuddling back up in your soft blanket, you stood half naked, leaning seductively against the back of the piece of furniture. You waited patiently for a few minutes, the nerves still buzzing about in your abdomen, before you heard footsteps approaching outside the apartment.

Footsteps that stopped at your door.

You hoped to god Minho was the one standing on the other side and not one of your nosy neighbours or else this would've been extremely awkward.

Before you could second guess whether you should've been waiting in the bedroom or not, there was a soft knock before the handle turned and the door was pushed open.

And in walked Minho Lee.

His eyes were on you in less than a second, but instead of raking over your exposed body, his eyes stayed locked onto yours as a soft smile made its way to his lips.

"Welcome home Min," you whispered around a grin of your own. Minho then took a moment to drink in your body, ready and on display for him, and his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink you had only ever witnessed in moments like this.

"Hi Kitten," he mused back, hooking his jacket onto the hook bolted into the wall and slipping off his shoes. The tips of his ears began to turn red, but he was still smiling appreciatingly as he approached you with his arms out wide. "I've missed you."

Before you could respond to him and ask him how his flight was, his lips were on yours, his arms circling your waist, holding you in place against his hard chest. He kissed you slowly and sensually, his tongue prodding delicately along your mouth, asking for permission after only a short few moments, which you granted automatically.

Minho moaned as he licked into your mouth, his tongue sliding across yours in a soft caress, his hands gripping your hips roughly as he pushed himself against you. You could feel him growing hard against your exposed thigh and a groan escaped your throat as all feelings of nervousness evaded your body.

With skilled hands that knew your body better than anyone else, Minho hiked your legs up and wrapped them around his waist, his groin pressing into your most sensitive part as he began the slow walk around to the front of the couch, where he sat down with you perched on his lap.

You pulled away from him breathlessly after his hands slipped down to cup your ass, pushing lightly on his chest when he chased you with his mouth that was desperate to keep the distance between you closed.

"Min," you whispered into the silence of the apartment. Minho, whose eyes were hooded and darkened with need, brought his lips down to your neck and left delicate kisses along your throat, his hands slipping from where they were resting on the fabric of your panties and up to tangle in the wisps of your hair.

"Hmm?" he mumbled in response, barely registering your hands nudging against his shoulders.

"I think I-" You stopped short when Minho's tongue then slipped out from between his lips and licked the expanse of your jawline up to your ear, eliciting another moan to leave your lips.

This was it. This was the moment you'd been preparing all afternoon for. Despite his hungry attack on your skin, and his hands exploring your body sensually, you knew this was the moment.

You had to say it now before you went any further; you didn't want it to seem like his hands and mouth were the root cause of your feelings. But he felt so incredibly good beneath you, that you felt like you could combust at any given moment.

"Minho, I love you." you then blurted abruptly. 

Minho froze in place at your confession, his ministrations on your neck coming to a halt almost instantly. Panic quickly built in your chest at his sudden stop, the fear of rejection warming your cheeks in embarrassment.

Minho slowly pulled away from your throat and looked up at you through his long eyelashes, his ears reddening with each passing second.

His mouth opened and closed several times, bobbing like a fish out of water, and with each moment that passed, the more your confidence faltered until you were left covering your face in your hands and moving to slip off his lap. 

The room filled with an eerie silence as you struggled to catch your breath while simultaneously trying to stop yourself from having a panic attack. 

You said it.

You actually said it!

…

But he wasn’t saying it back.

A rush of emotion surged through you so strongly that you barely paid Minho, who was sitting like a statue beside you, any attention. His hands had fallen to his sides, his breathing uneven and ragged, his eyes wide and staring at nothing. 

Oh god.

You always feared the rejection that came with finally saying the ‘L’ word to someone, but you never in a million years thought that you would get it. Not after the amazing relationship you’ve had thus far with Minho. 

You fumbled to cover your exposed skin with a soft blanket, moving to hide your face behind your hair so Minho couldn’t see the way your cheeks flared up and the tears that threatened to spill out of your eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” you spoke quickly and softly, shaking your head as if to erase the moment from memory as you wiped the excess spit off your chin. “I don’t know what came over me. I guess I just missed you so much, and I just --- I’m sorry.” 

You went to stand up to retreat to your room, to escape the utter and complete embarrassment that was currently engulfing you like a live flame, when a hand, warm and strong, reached out and grabbed you by the wrist before you could take another step.

You whipped your head around, daring to look at him despite yourself, and you were surprised to find Minho staring back at you. His eyes were wet with unshed tears, but the look of utter adoration and hope that twinkle in his dark eyes had you faltering for a brief moment.

And a brief moment was all it took for Minho to pull you back into his lap.

You fell into his lap in surprise, his arms automatically circling your waist and his face immediately going back into the crevice of your neck. You froze for a moment, waiting, listening.

Minho squeezed you tighter as you felt the first droplet of water hit your collarbone. Minho shifted a second later and delicately kissed the spot where his stray tear had landed before he shoved his face back into your skin, almost like he was trying to absorb you into him completely. 

“Thank you,” he murmured, so soft you almost completely missed it. 

“Why are you thanking me?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you were too afraid to move, to speak, in case it broke the spell. Minho let out a long breath and kissed your neck softly once more.

“Because,” he offered, his arms squeezing you to him like you were his last breath.

“Baby?” You questioned then, hands sifting through his soft hair once again. You tugged lightly, willing him to pull his face from your neck, and he did so reluctantly. When he pulled away, you were surprised to see his eyes all red and puffy, the wetness of his cheeks, the reddening of his skin.

“Thank you for loving me,” he elaborated this time, a frown settled onto his features. Your eyes searched his for an answer as confusion steamrolled over your body.

“What--”

“I love you,” Minho then blurted, much like you had moments before. His hand has removed itself from around your waist and came up to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes. Emotion surged through you like electricity at his confession, and you sat there silently as he then traced the length of your cheekbone and cradled your face in his palm. 

Minho let out a shaky breath, his thumb grazing your bottom lip as his gaze flickered between your eyes and your mouth. His voice was softer now, but steady, filled with something raw and unguarded.

“I didn’t say it before because I was scared,” he admitted, his fingers pressing lightly into your skin as if he was grounding himself in the moment. “Not of you—never of you— but of how much I felt when you said it. I didn’t know if I was supposed to feel this way.”

His words settled over you like a warm embrace, his vulnerability tugging at your heartstrings.

“You don’t have to be scared,” you then whispered, your hands cupping his jaw, guiding him back into your space. “I love you, Minho. Every part of you. I always have.” 

And I probably always will.

Minho inhaled sharply, his hands gripping your waist like he was trying to commit this very moment to memory.

“And I love you,” he breathed, the words falling past his lips like they’d been waiting for this moment all along. “So much that it fucking terrifies me.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Minho cut you off with a kiss—one that stole your breath and any lingering doubt you had left. It was slow, deep, and desperate like he was trying to prove his love in the only way he knew how.

His hands roamed your body, no longer teasing, no longer just seeking, but cherishing. Every touch, every press of his lips, was a silent promise, one that left you feeling more secure than any words ever could.

When he finally pulled back, foreheads pressed together, his fingers traced lazy patterns along your sides, his expression softer now, no longer hesitant.

“Say it again,” he murmured, voice hoarse, eyes searching yours.

A slow smile spread across your kiss-swollen lips.

“I love you.”

Minho exhaled a laugh, a mix of relief and something else—something deeper. 

“Good,” he hummed, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Because I’m never letting you forget it.”

And with that, he pulled you even closer, as if proving just how much he really meant it.

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Hiiiiiii. Episode 25/26 lawlight analysis rant thingy here. I don't know how to write an intro for this so let's just get to it LOL

I think one of the reasons that the rain/foot scenes stick out so much (the. Sheer insanity of a Foot Massage Scene in an anime revolving around two guys trying to kill each other aside 💀) is the fact that the anime specifically suffers a bit in terms of adapting a few of the "emotional" moments in death note.

And I don't mean "emotionally impactful" exactly. For example I think the adaptations of scenes like Raye and Naomi's deaths were very impactful and the atmospheres of their final scenes were great, but I mean more from a characterization standpoint (if that makes sense). Being more focused on mind and logic games, Death Note as a whole isn't as invested in individual characters' deeper feelings as it is in its action (which isn't necessarily a criticism per say, it's simply part of the nature of a mystery thriller series). But just because they're fewer and farther between doesn't mean there are none at all. In the manga we do get to see, for example, how much Light actually cared for his family and especially Sayu, and how he actually felt more conflicted and suffered lack of sleep/appetite when he first used the Death Note.

The anime specifically as an adaptation is pretty good at adapting the main mind fuckery and action of Death Note, but its lacking in properly adapting scenes like the ones I mentioned above is a criticism I see somewhat often, and it's pretty fair imo. Compared to all the other adaptations, it certainly seems to fall short on an emotional level: the musical has entire songs going in depth about the characters feelings and relationships, the 2015 jdrama is. Insane and has its emotional moments in spades (because it's a TV drama, which are more focused on portraying emotional conflict and the like), even the 2006 movies has its emotional beats and L Change the WorLd is. Well. Oh Man.

Anime Light to a lot of people is like. Light but he's "already evil" (which I have my own thoughts on but I digress). Light but after using the Death Note for like 2 minutes he's already like "fuck yeah time to kill criminals". Basically the anime doesn't take as much time to delve into his less cynical sides or really delve into his already vague and harder to decipher feelings in general, he is noticeably colder from the get-go here, etc.

But that's part of why I think episode 25 manages to stand out so much tonally (apart from it being, y'know, the episode L literally Dies). I love the episode so much and could probably rant for hours about how much I love the artistic choices made in it but what I'm trying to get at here is that it's one of the very few moments where the show tries to go deeper into specific character's emotions, and one of the very few moments where the show Attempts (emphasis on "attempts" because, well, you'll see in a bit) to get more in-depth into Light's feelings apart from his cynicism/apathy/justice. ness.

L in these two scenes in episode 25 is, well, pretty damn open about how he feels. It's usually interpreted as him knowing that he's going to die, and you can see it. He visibly looks/sounds lost, somber, etc. He never really had much to hide around Light to begin with (since he doesn't really care about hiding himself the same way Light does) but especially not now and it Shows, and I personally thought it was pretty cool to delve into his thoughts/show how he feels this way. The somberness can be felt throughout the entire scene, even people who don't already know the plot of Death Note from the manga could probably tell that he's about to die.

In the manga, once L starts suspecting Misa again and Rem realizes what Light is trying to do, it goes straight to Watari and L's deaths, but the anime instead gives a distinct and unexpected pause in the middle of this where L contemplates his own death. It's fucking great, and the shift from straight action to slower emotional weight makes these scenes stand out a lot, since, like I said, the show usually focuses more on the former. But it's kind of ironic, too.

Not only does the anime open up L's feelings more in these scenes, but it also tries to dig deeper into Light's feelings as well through L. And it's really funny honestly because while, yes, these are the more "emotionally open" scenes of the anime Light still manages to be Incredibly avoidant and contribute almost nothing to the entire ordeal.

L is visibly upset -> "Yeah Ryuzaki, you're not making any sense at all" (Not addressing the obvious conflict from L)

"Tell me, Light. From the moment you were born, has there ever been a point where you've actually told the truth?" -> "[The most stale, over-explained, avoidant answer to a "yes/no" question that you could ever hear + blatant attempts to reframe the question]"

(L's half-smile here kills me) "I had a feeling you'd say something like that" -> [Nothing]

"I'm sorry" -> [Nothing]

"It'll be lonely won't it? You and I will be parting ways soon" -> [Nothing]

^ From this point Light continues to say literally Nothing for the rest of the scene. I'm not even joking, from then on the rest of Light's voicelines are reduced to nothing but vague noises of confusion.

Everytime L calls Light out as a person ("Has there ever been a point where you've actually told the truth?" / "I had a feeling you'd say something like that." / "Won't it be lonely?") he doesn't actually acknowledge anything. Out of those three lines, he only answers verbally to if he's ever told the truth, and even then it's the most blatantly people-pleasing answer ever, as it usually is with Light. And I don't think it's because Light just. Doesn't care about any of what L's saying at all, or that he doesn't know what the hell he's talking about (questioning Light's authenticity as a person, saying it would be lonely when they part), instead he's choosing not to acknowledge any of what this means about himself or him and L at all. He's like a fucking wall.

And like, for the truth question in particular, the show makes sure that you know it's not something that Light just. Doesn't care enough about to answer. The hard cuts to silence are a very rare but extremely effective way that the show conveys an extremely important moment (see: Light regaining his memories, Matsuda noticing Light opening the warehouse door before he escapes (not as much of a "direct" cut to silence but still)), and cuts to multiple angles/framings/zooms of the exact same shot are also used for the same purpose (see: Light hugging Misa when she was crying, Matsuda aiming his gun to shoot Light, Light regaining his memories Again). Just like the scene where Light gets his memories back, the moment L's question finishes the show utilizes both. That question cut Deep. There's is a solid Almost 5 seconds of silence before the sound of the rain gradually starts fading back in, and honestly that should be telling enough as is (but of course Light doesn't actually admit that. Or anything at all really, so). Oh also another fun detail! We do not see Light's face At All (except for the shot where you can see his mouth moving but not his eyes), for the Entire time that he's going on his spiel to L. We Will Be Revisiting This Later, by the way. This is not, in fact, the first time you're going to see this detail from Light.

The only sort of reciprocation that we see from Light during Any of these two scenes is when Light dries L's hair while L dries his feet. Biblical meanings/references aside it's interesting because it's the only time he directly does anything "for" L in these scenes, but even then he doesn't try to pass it off as anything meaningful really the same way L does ("You're still soaked", a purely neutral and factual statement. It doesn't Add Anything compared to L's. Sin atonement loneliness grieving stuff. While Light is showing his own reciprocation to this more personal moment he also tries to keep it impersonal enough that it doesn't actually have to mean anything deep). And when L says "I'm sorry" after he once again gets no response from Light. It's also after this that L gets that pained look on his face, like he knows that at this point he's not actually going to get anything meaningful from Light (again, very significant and rare from L in the show. We've seen him in distress (see: when Ukita died, hell, when Watari dies), but even then he mostly manages to keep his usually neutral expression), we never see him "look sad" like he does here):

I just think it's interesting that this is one of the few scenes in this particular adaptation of Death Note where they try to open up the character's thoughts/feeling (especially considering the fact that they. lowkey blunder in adaptations of original scenes from the manga), and L himself is being rather open (not that he ever really tries to hide what he thinks nearly as much as Light), and yet all Light contributes to it in return is like. Actually nothing. Bro fumbled it. There is no resolution to any of this, to any of what L asks at all, to any of the many opportunities for a meaningful conversation, and the only thing even relatively close to an answer that you can get from Light is what you can infer from how he acts in the episode after L dies, where he's just going through the motions, but hardly acting as if he's actually living at all.

(Honestly I think the transition from this scene with the taskforce to the subsequent scene with Misa says enough on its own. Light's expressions and tone says everything:)

(Oh sidenote but. This shit again:

"Light, this is our first date in forever. can't you enjoy yourself a little more?" ('Why don't you seem happy? We can finally be together since L is dead') -> No response, Light instead changing the topic to him wanting to move in with Misa without changing his mannerisms at all

Also there's that one detail again. You pretty much don't see Light's expression when he speaks here at all, except for one shot of his eyes, which is quite literally the exact same shot they used when he "saw" L, just altered for the new setting. You have No idea what he looks like when he's responding to Misa, although it's probably fair to assume that it's the same empty stare he has for the whole Two Shots where you can clearly see his whole expression in the entire scene.

Something something Light Yagami bad at feelings I think you get the point though)

I guess Light's Kind of showing what he's feeling now? He'll admit to himself that it's boring without L, but no more than that. Light never actually admits to anything "significant", and L's dead already anyway, so what would that even do?

And then we get, uh. Basically nothing from Light. For the next 5 Years. Except that he joined the NPA, so, uh, yay? Good job, Light you totally nailed it! Thank you for allowing us as an audience to delve deeper into your inner thoughts and feelings as a character so we can find out more about you as a person! Very helpful! Thank you for not sabotaging one of your few dedicated opportunities to look into yourself as a person and reflect on your relationships with others and being 100% honest with yourself! We stay winning guys.

Anyway, this got way too long for a scene that's over a decade old, and I've probably just said everything that everyone else has already said in this fandom before. But unfortunately this has been living in my head for way too long and I must scream. I just think this episode's neat is all :)

tl;dr Part of the reason why the rain/foot scene (tbh episode 25 in General) stands out so much is because the Death Note anime specifically was a bit robbed in terms of its more emotional character moments compared to the other medias, which makes more somber/introspective scenes like the ones in episode 25 stand out a Lot in comparison. But it's also incredibly ironic because it's one of the few moments where the show (or specifically L) tries to look deeper into Light's character, but because he is so avoidant for the entire duration of these two scenes he adds basically nothing at all. It's almost funny. Mostly sad. It's also very gay. Aand post

Okay actually nevermind one more thing I talked about how the jdrama is supposed to be more emotionally in-depth because it is a TV Drama and just for the record, same thing happens there! I could probably do an entire analysis of the Blue Scene in this context like I did with episode 25 but I'd literally be here forever, so uh, just take this iconic line as my main example:

Same Thing. L's statement "I wish we could have met some other way" is personal. It's his own wish, his own regret that he is expressing to Light. While Light's reply obviously has that same regret implied it's also phrased in a specifically impersonal way. It's closed off. "This is the only way we could have met" it closes off the topic and simply renders L's wish as ultimately futile. Light does not say that he Also wishes he could have met L a different way even if it was likely impossible, instead it's a cold statement of cynical fact.

Idk just. Something something L being able and Willing to be more openly sentimental/emotionally open towards Light/about Light vs. Light's inability to be honest with anyone including himself and his own nature preventing any form of meaningful reciprocation. Something something self-sabotage, y'know the drill. God don't even get me Started on how sincere L's tone is when he says "It'll be lonely won't it?"(at least in the eng dub) in the anime I could talk about his tone in that scene for ages. Also yes all of this relates to L Change the WorLd too by the way. Don't ask how it just does okay.

I do think that scenes like these (rain/foot scene, The Blue Scene. Uh. L Change the WorLd The Novel Adaptation) show, at least in those adaptations, that L does genuinely care for Light, and show that he values him as a friend not just in the mindgame-equal sense but also just like, a more sincere sense you know. Idk if that made any sense and that's a whole other topic for another day but you guys just have to believe me on this one alright please please believe me buries head in hands. Okay post over finally thanks for coming to my tedtalk hope you enjoyed my very-unnecessarily long analysis of the week

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I know a good portion of why I love Jojo’s work is the nostalgia.

Like, not only is The Heart Killers full of pop culture references for us elder millennials who enjoyed the western media of our childhood (and I’d love to know more of what Thai references he’s making.) but also his work as a whole is reminiscent of early unapologetically queer television that wasn’t on mainstream channels.

His stuff has the kinky, messy, unapologetic vibes of Queer as Folk and The L Word and Noah’s Arc.

And there’s a part of me that just wants to be sitting in a watch party full of other queers because we all only know one queer with enough money for the premium and cable channels needed to access the content. Like that’s the vibe. We should all be on a couch together yelling.

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Very happy for the GL community for not only getting a show that seems scientifically concocted in a laboratory for wlw media tastes, but also has THE best sibling casting from GMMTV I’ve seen! Had to double check to see if Sing and Bonnie were actually related cuz their faces and expressions are so similar.

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this episode brought to you by my 61 day streak on duolingo.

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my favorite animal is me when I watch any wlw series

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〉The "L" Word 〈

| Bangchan |

© itshannjisung, 2024

♡ itsseohannbins masterlist ♡

Genre: Pure Fluff

Summary: Bang Chan wakes up from a bad dream and seeks comfort from his girlfriend

Pairing: Idol! Bang Chan x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Established relationship. First "I Love You". Crying. Let me know if I missed any!!

Word Count: 1.9k

Enjoy!

~ 3:27am~

The sound of soft, sad sniffles echoing across your bedroom woke you abruptly from your slumber. At first, you were confused, unsure whether you actually heard the noise or if it had just been nothing more than a dream, but the sudden shaky exhale that filled the bed a moment later, followed by a short gasp for air, had your body freezing and your eyes popping open in alert.

You had heard it correctly.

Your boyfriend was crying.

And silently by himself at that.

Without hesitation, you pivoted your body around and snuggled yourself against his back, your arm immediately wrapping around his waist and squeezing him against you in a tight and comforting hug.

Bangchan jumped slightly when you came into contact with him, no doubt surprised that you were awake. A shameful sigh left his body as he relaxed under your touch.

"Baby, are you okay?" you asked as you lifted your head and pressed it into his neck. You planted a soft kiss behind his ear, your hand searching blindly for his. He sniffled once more and wiped at his nose before he let out a soft breath.

"I'm okay, Sweetheart. You can go back to sleep." he tried to reassure you. His hand grabbed ahold of yours and pulled it tighter around him, almost like he was seeking your comfort despite verbally trying to push you away.

You planted another soft kiss below his ear before nudging your nose against his skin, your thumb tracing circles across the back of his hand.

"It doesn't sound like you're okay." you pointed out softly, not wanting to upset him even more than he already seemed to be. "Do you want to talk about it, or do you just want to go back to sleep?" you asked.

Chan was silent for a moment before he surprised you by turning around in your embrace. He wrapped his strong arms around your body and pulled you into his chest, stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head.

"I... I had a bad dream" he whispered around the lump in his throat. Your eyebrows raised in surprise. Usually, it would've taken a lot more coaxing to get him to talk as he was never one to talk easily about his feelings and worries. He must've been really struggling.

"What was it about, Baby?" you asked gently, your hand slipping underneath the hem of his shirt to caress his back. Chan squeezed you tighter against his chest in response.

"It was about my mom," he answered almost too quietly. You took the opportunity to run your nails tenderly across his skin, trying to relax his stiff body enough to continue. A shiver passed through him at your actions.

"In my dream, I was just sitting at home with my mom, dad, and sister. Barry was there too. My mom had made a bunch of food and I ate so much of it. When I got up to leave, I went to hug her goodbye and I just started to cry. I miss her. A lot." Chan swallowed roughly and buried his face into your hair, breathing in the scent of you in an attempt to calm his racing heart. "I miss them all so fucking much."

You felt Chan's body shake slightly as he exhaled, causing you to pull away and look up at him with a soft expression on your face. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction possible, and he had tears gently falling down his cheeks. You felt your heart break slightly at the sight of him being so openly vulnerable, looking so lost and scared.

On instinct, you then pulled your hand away from his back and reached up to wipe away the wetness, and hopefully, the heartbreaking expression settled on his face.

"I know you miss them, Baby," you reassured him with a kind smile. "Only a couple more weeks until your vacation and then you can go home and see them, okay? Just a couple more weeks."

Chan hiccuped once before pulling your body up the mattress. You knew he wanted to be cuddled, so you had no problem scooting up to sit against the pillows, your arms automatically spreading to welcome him in.

With a sigh, he fell into your chest and nuzzled his face into your neck, basking in your comfort as he draped half of his body over yours. It was all he needed to relax his racing heart and halt the flow of tears.

And he wasn't heavy by any means. He felt like a weighted blanket, and you too found yourself relaxing the nerves that sparked when you had initially woken up and heard him.

You guys lay silently like that for some time, your arms wrapped around his torso. One hand resumed the scratching across his back while the other stroked his curly hair. Chan's face buried into the crevice of your neck, his shaking body slowly relaxing with each passing minute. You weren't sure how long you guys stayed like that, but you'd lay there for an eternity if it meant helping him feel better.

The two of you had been dating for a little over six months now. You had met by chance in a cafe just over two years ago and slowly began building a friendship that finally blossomed into something more. You were both happy and content with where you were right now in the relationship. Neither one of you had dropped the 'L' word yet, but neither of you needed it.

Well, at least you didn't think you needed it until Chan opened his mouth and spoke into the silence that filled the room, shocking you to the core.

"Do you want to maybe come with me?" he asked. "To meet my family?"

You froze at his question, the hand that was sifting through his soft locks stopped for a moment before starting up again. At your hesitation, Chan pulled himself away and looked up at you with big eyes, a small frown on his face.

"Really?" you asked, trying not to get your hopes up. You only ever discussed meeting the parents a few times. It wasn't much of a big deal to you, but for Chan, it was huge.

He was big on family, you that much from listening to his stories about them and watching his vlogs. He loved his family more than anything. He expressed multiple times throughout your friendship, and relationship thus far, that he'd never brought a girl home before to meet them. He'd only ever do so if he was serious about her and their future together. He would never bring a girl home unless he was planning a life with her.

Meeting his family was sacred.

You tried to keep your heartbeat under control.

"Of course, Sweetheart," Chan responded, completely oblivious to the way your heart was beating frantically against your rib cage despite him lying on top of you.

He pulled away more now to look at your face more thoroughly as he spoke again, his next words sending another wave of emotion and surprise through your body.

"I love them almost as much as I do you. I'm ready for you to meet them."

There it was.

The 'L' word.

You were taken by surprise at this subtle confession and how casually he dropped it into the conversation. You weren't even sure you heard it right. Your eyes widened slightly and your face began to burn bashfully. Chris just smiled up at you, finding your reaction absolutely adorable.

"Did you just...?" you stopped mid-sentence when that beautiful smile of his turned downwards into one of his signature smirks. His face was free of tears, the only evidence of his despair was found in the red, puffy eyes that were staring at you as if you held the sun.

"I did," he confirmed casually before pushing up on his toes and planting a kiss on your cheek. "Is that okay?"

You nodded slowly, completely flustered by his words. Of course, you knew you loved him back. You fell in love with him within the first few months of knowing him, but you never thought he'd fall too. Or that he would be the first to say it.

Even though he didn't actually technically say it.

"I think so," you whispered, swallowing back your own tears that were lodging in your throat. "I think I need to hear you say it though."

He loved you

He loved you.

He. Loved. You

The thought was swirling around in your mind so quickly that it nearly distracted you from catching the heart-stopping, sweet smile he flashed your way. Chan then pulled himself up onto his elbows and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear before cupping your face in his palm.

His thumb swiped across your cheek softly, and it wasn't until then did you noticed a tear had managed to escape your eye, softly falling down your cheek.

"I love you, Y/n." he whispered, his eyes holding so much emotion and conviction that you felt like you'd been punched in the chest. Like it was an object that barrelled into you at full force, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

You stared at Chan as the words left his mouth a second time, his eyes searching yours as you got lost in the depths of them. They sparkled in the moonlight that filled the room, happiness, and joy emitting from his bones and encasing the two of you in your own little bubble.

Chan swallowed nervously at your silence.

"You don't have to say it back," he whispered, his thumb still stroking your cheekbone. "I just needed you to know. I love you, and I want you to come home with me and meet my family."

You took a deep breath, your nostrils filling with the scent of him, the scent of home. You smiled, your mind now swirling with the meaning behind his words. He was serious about you and wanted to build a future with you. Sure, you two hadn't been dating long, but he was committed. He was ready.

You took another deep inhale of oxygen and nodded before your lips connected with his forehead.

"I love you too, Chris," you whispered back as you kissed his skin softly. You felt his body relax under your touch, his head falling into your chest in relief. "I would love to meet them."

Chan let out a satisfied sigh and curled his arms around your body before he rolled onto his back, taking you with him.

"For a second there, I thought I scared you off," he murmured. You smirked back at him as you lay across his chest now, your legs tangling intimately with his.

"Not possibly, Channie. You said the 'L' word There's no going back now."

He then reached up and brought your face down to his, lips connecting softly with yours in a sweet and tender kiss.

"No returns, no refunds, no exchanges. I'm all yours."

His hands began to travel and traverse the shape of your body, slowly memorizing every inch of skin and every imperfection that lay upon it as he kissed you again and again. You couldn't help but giggle as a giddy feeling suddenly bubbled up in your stomach at the newfound happiness you didn't think was possible to find.

"Good," he answered against your mouth. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

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herohero will be released at comiket tomorrow(!!!!!!!), so look at nghy again!!!!

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The L Word (TV Series)

2000s TV Series. Romance, drama, queer tv series.

Plot points:

Friendship and friend group dynamics.

Slice-of-life.

Lesbian and sapphic relationships and friendships.

Lifestyle and struggles of trans individuals.

Deaf queer individuals.

Health conditions.

Running a business.

Family dynamics.

Queer families and co-parenting.

Queer weddings and marriage.

Attachment issues.

Addiction issues.

Rise to fame.

The US military.

Display of sexuality in the workplace.

Queer family.

Queer sexuality.

Interracial sapphic couples (main).

Female writer and director.

Black sapphic characters:

Bette Porter [lesbian] Jennifer Beals Tasha Williams [lesbian] Rose Rollins

Connections:

Bette x Tina [Tibette] (interracial sapphic) x Jodi (interracial lesbian) x Nadia (interracial lesbian) x Candance (black lesbian) x Alice (interracial sapphic) x Megan Tasha x Alice (interracial sapphic) x Papi (interracial sapphic) x Michelle

Sex & Nudity - Severe

Sexual innuendo.

Conversations about sex.

Multiple depictions of lesbian sex.

Instances of heterosexual sex.

Multiple instances of topless nudity.

Almost full frontal nudity of female characters (genital area obscured).

Male rear-end nudity.

Instances of full male frontal nudity.

Violence & Gore - None

Profanity - Moderate

Occasional use of 'fuck, damn, shit', etc.

Alcohol, Drugs & Smoking - Moderate

Social drinking.

Casual drug use.

Frightening & Intense Scenes -Moderate

Harassment of a trans-person.

Homophobic harassment.

Use of a stun gun.

Medical condition and subsequent death of character.

Kidnapping of a child.

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bro what is that ending the hell 😭 jenny murder mystery lol