who-is-she-anyway

[who-is-she-anyway]

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now say it with me: authors/artists dont owe you moral purity. an author/artist job is not to hold you by the hand & tell you exactly what is Good™ & what is Bad™. you should be able to think for yourself

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now say it with me: authors/artists dont owe you moral purity. an author/artist job is not to hold you by the hand & tell you exactly what is Good™ & what is Bad™. you should be able to think for yourself

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HI CAN I REQUEST L with a S/o that's super girly and she really likes having a shopping spree

Someone requesting smth other than them "no way he pulled that" fics feels like heaven

Tho jokes aside i adore this request(* >ω<)

Sugar rush & too many shopping bags

L didn't usually come out in public, let alone step foot into a glittering mall with glass escalators and pop music echoing off marble floors.

Did i mention L didn’t do malls?

He didn’t do loud music, crowds of strangers brushing past, or fluorescent lights that hummed against his sensitive brain like a warning alarm. And yet here he was—hunched forward in his usual slouch, dark eyes glancing left to right, and pale fingers hooked loosely around the strap of one pink shopping bag.

Just one of… fourteen.

Him being with shoulders hunched, thumb to his mouth, and his ever-messy hair attracted the attention of confused passersby. He didn't care. His gaze was fixed on one person

You.

Bouncing between store windows, your nails were freshly done-a glossy pastel pink. Your outfit was coordinated down to the last gold charm on your bracelet. You beamed as you strolled in front of him.

"Ryu, look!" your voice chimed like a bell, soft and bright, cutting through the noise around him.

L blinked and turned his head slowly, finding you a few steps ahead—posing in front of a boutique mirror, holding up a glittery pink handbag shaped like a heart. "Isn’t it cute?" you asked, already spinning on your heel to grab the matching wallet.

L stared.

It was cute.

But mostly because it was you holding it—eyes sparkling, cheeks flushed with excitement, your lip gloss catching the light like glass candy. You looked so alive here—like you belonged in a world of glitter shelves and pastel mannequins. In your element.

"You already have six bags" he murmured.

"I know, but this one is a different shade of pink. This one is, like, marshmallow pink. That’s a totally different vibe"

He stared again. "You make up new categories of color every ten minutes"

You leaned forward, resting your chin dramatically on his shoulder. "That’s called being an aesthetic visionary, thank you"

He paused. "Is that the same reasoning you used for the sparkly beret and the unicorn-themed eye palette?"

You gasped. "Are you judging me?"

L’s eyes flicked to yours. "Not at all. I’m… collecting data"

"On what?"

He tilted his head thoughtfully, thumb brushing his lip. "The average serotonin boost per accessory purchased"

You let out a laugh and threw your arms around him, nearly knocking him off balance. "You’re such a nerd, I love you" you giggled, squeezing him tight.

L stiffened like a surprised cat. But then slowly—so slowly—you felt his fingers press lightly against your back, one hand clumsily settling against your waist.

"I love you too" he mumbled into your shoulder, so quiet it was almost lost in the hum of the store.

You froze for a second—then pulled back with a grin that could’ve powered a small city.

"I’m buying the purse" you declared triumphantly.

"I anticipated that outcome"

"Come onnn, Ryu," you sang. "Just one more store!"

"You said that many stores ago" he muttered, his tone flat but not annoyed. You knew him well enough by now-this was his version of teasing.

You turned back with a cheeky grin. "I know, but this one has those glitter platform heels I showed you last week! I need them. For the vibes"

"For the vibes..." he repeated slowly, as if analyzing a foreign phrase. Then he blinked. "Do vibes have a functional purpose?"

You giggled. "Yes. They make me happy"

He paused. "...Acceptable"

L let you drag him along, his socks barely making a sound on the glossy floor tiles. He didn't really understand why you needed a dozen bags of accessories, lip glosses, tiny earrings shaped like cupcakes, or fuzzy cardigans in seven shades of pink-but he did understand one thing:

You looked radiant when you shopped.

When you twirled in front of a mirror in a new outfit, looking at him for approval with wide hopeful eyes, L would simply nod-his version of adoration.

Sometimes, if you caught him off-guard, he'd even mumble a quiet "Beautiful" before stuffing a lollipop in his mouth and pretending he hadn't said anything at all.

In one store, you turned to find him sitting criss-cross on a plush bench near the changing rooms, a small mountain of your shopping bags at his feet. He was slouched but oddly content, nibbling on a chocolate bar you'd slipped him earlier. His eyes followed your every move-like always.

"You're not bored?" you asked, cocking your head.

"I find observing you in your natural environment... fascinating"

You snorted. "I'm not a zoo animal, you weirdo"

"No," he said, chewing thoughtfully. "You're more like a butterfly. Loud, sparkly, and mysteriously drawn to expensive things"

You rolled your eyes with a smirk and leaned down to peck his cheek. He stiffened for half a second before returning to normal like nothing had happened.

"I'm done," you said. "Ready to go?"

Later, you sat side by side on a velvet bench just outside the store. L had all your bags stacked around him like a fortress, hunched over a cup of strawberry milk tea you’d bribed him with. His socked feet swung slightly above the floor.

You popped a mochi into your mouth and leaned into him, head resting on his shoulder.

“Did I drag you through too many stores today?” you asked softly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“You dragged me through seventeen stores, four kiosks, and one candle pop-up. I carried approximately 12.4 kilograms of merchandise. I’ve been mistaken for a lost boyfriend six times”

You bit back a laugh. “So... yes?”

He sipped his drink. “It was tolerable”

You sat up and gave him a skeptical look.

He stared straight ahead, still sipping. “Because it was with you”

Your heart jumped, just a little. “You’re getting better at being sweet”

“I’m learning through exposure”

You giggled and brushed his hair out of his eyes gently. He blinked at the touch but didn’t move away.

“You’re such a good boyfriend, Ryu”

“I am trying” he said, like it was a scientific hypothesis.

Then, after a pause, he added in a slightly lower voice: “Though next time, I will bring a rolling suitcase”

You burst out laughing. “Deal”

He leaned against you just slightly, eyes half-lidded as he watched people pass. He didn’t care about the stares. He didn’t care about the noise. All he cared about was the warmth of your arm pressed against his, the sugary scent of your new body spray clinging to the air, and the way you looked at him like he wasn’t a puzzle to solve—but someone already whole.

And for a man who lived in shadows, that was the most precious light he’d ever known.

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BTW when you encounter a character and think "What's this guy's fucking problem?" that's your body trying to give you an out before you fall into obsession.

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Costumes designed by Michiko Kitamura for Ichi the Killer (2001)

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we make fun of americans and their burgers but a good burger at the right moment really will return your will to live, is the thing

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the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

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lesbianism would have saved misa and rem. homosexuality would have made light and L die faster.

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everyone is trying to take your oxford comma away from you. don't give them that satisfaction, reward, or pleasure.

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"Control"

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how it feels giving all ur favorite characters ur own characteristics

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thinking about this a lot today

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i love that time period where light is batshit already but he still has his big doe eyes so he just looks plain unhinged

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“is this character good or bad” “is this ship unproblematic or not” “is this arc deserving of redemption or not” girl…

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there are monsters nearby

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I'm deleting my account