I know u wanted my top 5 of light’s horny outfits BUT there r not that many?? That I can do?? Without repeating??? So I’m just going to give you my
TOP FIVE LIGHT OUTFITS
BIG BEANIE AND TRACKSUIT
I want to marry whomstever decided that light has a giant beanie just waiting to b used in his closet. A friend of mine said it was that over sized beanie that like every trans guy has bc he bought it pre-transition and can’t get rid of it now. Paired w the tracksuit like wow! What a sneaky look! Who is he???
BLACK ZIP PULLOVER AND KHAKIS
Light rlly does dress like he’s a macy’s mannequin. And I love him for it. Also I just want to note that it does look like he’s not wearing an undershirt beneath that very unzipped pullover which is p r e t t y racy. Its like a fun flirty office party look but the person wearing it is a 18 yr old murder suspect
TENNIS OUTFIT
There’s no rhyme or reason to this list. I just happen to think light’s tennis outfit is a five star look. The little shorts. The crisp athletic t shirt. The way he seems to b saying “I love sports but I love being dressed appropriately for sports even MORE.” Light seems to get his kicks being dressed appropriately.
WESTERN SHIRT
WESTERN SHIRT!!! This is one of the UGLIEST shirts light has even worn and I LOVE IT. The color is glaringly not in his season and it fits terribly on him. Yet it’s still such a bold statement. It says “yeah! I’m well aware that pale colors wash me out!! But I’m gonna wear this baby blue western shirt anyway bc I hv the ability to do it.” He looks like a fucking 8 yr old. Misa nvr stood a chance at not falling in love w him.
BIG COAT
I’m so sad we don’t see light’s big coat after the first arc. Its such a cute statement piece. Seems cozy as hell too. I don’t hv anything funny to say abt it rlly; I just like light’s big murder coat.
please........ i’m begging you.......... please write the gone girl au
anything for u anon. this is what i have right now and i kind of want to explore it more later. anyway, this is just a snippet.
When does a person become missing? Is it the moment the space they occupied is vacated? Or is it when someone notices their disappearance? The days of a person’s non-existence drag themselves along making every hour that passes a gaping hole growing larger. Light went missing for two months; a void the size of Jupiter took his place.
Light’s head cracks against the wall of their room. The sound scattered through the air like torn paper held to the wind. L has never heard a sound as perfect as the rattle of Light’s skull on the wall. It’s his own heartbeat, sharp and ringing, hidden in Light’s bones.
“You shouldn’t have come back,” he says.
“What are you going to do?” Light’s smile is poison—cyanide gas solidified into teeth. “Kill me? You already did that though, didn’t you?”
“I never laid a finger on you,” L says and Light’s laughter crackles in the room.
“Now we’re both liars,” he says.
Something inside L twists. Clear as a bell, he can hear the restless patter of rain against a window as an old version of him wakes up to an empty bed. It’s oppressive and violent in his memory just like the gaze Light sets on him now.
“Light,” L says. Half of Light’s face is obscured by his bangs. In the dark, he’s a mystery.
“Ryuzaki,” Light mocks. “Ryuga. L.”
“You’re sick,” L says.
“I’m your husband.”
“You’re not the man I married.” Pressed against the wall, Light doesn’t say anything. He laughs, again, and tilts his head back—his throat, exposed. That thin skin once held L’s fascination. Now he can only see the weaving of blue veins, the small vibrations of Light’s breathing, and wishes he could throttle the life from him. He must have been silent for too long as Light’s fingers twitch at his sides.
“You’re thinking,” he says. “That’s dangerous. You shouldn’t think so much, Ryuzaki.”
“Be quiet,” L hisses. The more Light talks, the more he wants to do something. Give him a single taste of the two months since his disappearance.
“You haven’t heard me in two months. I thought you’d be happy. Aren’t you happy I’m alive?”
Two months. Two months of going through case after case trying to find some lead on where Light went. Two months of finding pieces of broken glass from their shattered coffee table still hidden in the carpet. Two months of Light’s father saying he knew how hard this was on L, but could he tell them exactly what happened again? Meanwhile, a hole shaped like Light’s body deepened beside him and threatened to pull him in.
“Well,” Light says. “Aren’t you?”
He’d woken up. He’d gone downstairs. Their living room had been destroyed and when he called Light’s name, no one answered. No, he didn’t call the police. Yes, he should have called the police. But he’s L, the world’s greatest detective. He didn’t think he’d need a task force to find his own husband.
“Why did you do it?” L asks. Light shrugs, shoulder lifting and dropping like a wave brushing the tips of his hair. Someone should turn on a lamp just to chase away all the shadows forming. Everything about him is fluid in the darkness: a Light which L can’t grasp.
“Maybe I did it because I was bored,” Light says.
L takes one hand, spreads his fingers and wraps them around Light’s neck. He tugs him forward and then slams him back. Light’s eyes flutter shut and a little choking noise escapes him.
“You framed me,” L says.
“You hurt me.” There’s softness to Light’s voice like the skin of a rotten fruit. If L pushes, that softness will break and expose the mealy flesh underneath.
What ruined him was the notebook. Not Light’s diary—a mixture of sporadic thoughts and important phone numbers—but a leather notebook left in their fireplace. Charred enough to be disguised underneath the ashes but still legible, every page was filled. From the moment they met to every moment in-between, Light detailed their relationship with a deft hand. The beginning was exactly how L remembered except reversed, like looking at a picture in the mirror. Here was the first time he met Light reflected backward at him. Here were all their anniversaries, all their triumphs written in Light’s clean, precise handwriting.
Here were their fights which painted L in violent shades. He was oppressive; he stifled Light with blankets of cruel behavior. “Every day I grow surer that this man will be my undoing,” Light wrote. As the days of Light’s disappearance continued, L could’ve said the same thing.
“You deserve it,” L says and means it. “If I had known that this was inside you, that you were capable of this sort of shit—“
“Oh, fuck off.” Even half choked, Light’s voice is strong. “Do you really think any of this ‘I don’t know you’ crap will work on me?”
“I thought I knew you.”
“Let go of me,” Light says. L loosens his grip and let’s Light turn his face away. “You want to know why I left?”
“Why did you frame me?”
“We were boring,” Light says. “This act, this stupid ‘You’re not the man I married’ act, made me sick. You want to pretend that I’m a puzzle to be solved? Fine. I gave you a puzzle to solve and you failed at it.”
“I got you to come back, didn’t I?”
“I decided to come back.”
“Maybe I don’t want you anymore,” L says. “You tried to frame me for murder. We hate each other.”
“Ha. I don’t hate you. I love you.” Bitter teeth shine in the darkness. “Face it. There’s no one else in the world that you want more than me. I’m it, baby.”
He takes a step toward L and L flinches. A curious look flashes over Light’s features.
“That’s okay,” he says. “You’ll remember soon. Even if you don’t, you can’t leave me. Not now.”
“Why not?” L asks. His heart is in his esophagus and beats there like a drum.
“Because if you do,” Light says soft as a ghost. “I’ll fucking kill you.”
O definitely Light. I wouldn’t b surprised if light was the only one who ever said it.
Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background
Light went into L’s phone and changed his background to a good selfie of Light
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror
L writes “everyone reading this is gay” and watches light’s face transform as he does, indeed, read this
Who buys the other cheesy gifts
L is a NATURAL at carnival games so light has received many cheesy gifts of SICK NASTY GIANT TEDDY BEARS
Who initiated the first kiss
HhhhhHHHHHHHHH u know what my dumb ass loves? The idea of light building up weeks and weeks of actual courage to lean in for a kiss with L. like he’s rehearsed the scene in his head MANY A TIME and has worked out a response to any situation that could come up except the perfect moment comes and he just…watches it go by….bc he’s paralyzed u know! Paralyzed by the idea that maybe?? L will reject him?? And he won’t be able to handle it??? So the perfect moment just flies by and later while Light is in the bathroom, faking a stomachache so he can die alone of failure, L starts kicking stall door until Light opens it like “wth I’m trying to suffer peacefully???” and L just fuckin’ kisses him. Just a little kiss…..a situation light never came up with.
Of course after that they make out in the bathroom for like 20 mins and its!! A Rough day for the task force!!!
Who kisses the other awake in the morning
L is already awake bc he don’t sleep so if he hears Light start rumbling out of sleep, he’ll give him a forehead kiss to drag him the rest of the way out of dreamland.
Who starts tickle fights
Light on those rare occasions where he considers himself a funny ha-ha man
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower
Honestly? They probably shower together no matter what.
Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch
L comes into light’s workplace and loudly proclaims that he’s made light “A Very Special Meal” and hands him a little lunch box which light finds out contains one (1) strawberry in it.
Who was nervous and shy on the first date
Uh oh god uh both of them?? Neither of them were sure who was supposed to plan the date so light was like “I’ll plan it” but then like??? Was at a loss for what to do bc they can’t leave? until they realized that a date is just talking but also food and an activity and so L just has watari order take-out for them while they do case work. on the outside L is very sarcastic, very “oh no…whatever shall I wear….” But on the inside he’s like “OH NO. WHATEVER SHALL I WEAR?” and Light is just an exclamation point for the entire time. They both don’t care but also care VERY DEEPLY.
Who kills/takes out the spiders
Light wants to kill the spiders. L also wants to kill the spiders. They hate spiders.
Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk
U might b saying “o he’s gonna say light” and u know what? Ur god damn right I’m gonna say light! In his black turtleneck, pink cheeked after a couple of vodka cranberries, holding onto L’s arm, Light tells the entire room that L ruined his life and destroyed his psyche and now he’s going to go home and suck his dick. L, slightly more tipsy, says that he loves Light but no one hears him bc Light kisses him before he can finish
What do you imagine L thinks of Light's clothes? Light's grooming habits? Light's bedtime routine & morning routine?
L is just like both fascinated and completely disinterested in Light. There’s like…levels to his interest. So, for example, Light’s clothes! On one level, yes! He puzzles over Light’s clothes bc his clothes r a part of the image Light puts forward into the world and L wants to understand the threads that r holding together Light’s image so! But on another level he has no opinion on the clothes themselves, only on how they pertain to Light and what Light is trying to say when he wears them.
I don’t rlly think that much abt Light’s grooming habits bc I don’t think he’s got particularly meticulous ones beyond being clean and smelling good. I doubt L thinks abt them beyond like surface level “oh how does Kira want to present himself how does he put himself together” but its not v interesting to him. Its not meaty enough.
L is constantly paying attention to Light (which is exactly what Light wants so lmao he’s making Light’s big gay crush on him just EXPAND RAPIDLY) and esp during the morning and evening bc that’s when Light assembles and disassembles his public image. I imagine it was SUPER STRESSFUL to b as fake a person as Light and suddenly hv some 24 yr old whomst u rlly want to like you (for personal reasons and bc u would rather not him think ur a murderer) just all up in ur business. There’s no room to put his mask down.
Ughguhghg I guess basically what I’m saying is that L doesn’t care abt Light as a person or abt his personal habits. He rlly just sees Light as a challenge he wants to unlock. So on one level L thinks Light’s behavior, clothes and routine r super interesting and wants to study them and on another level he couldn’t give less of a shit. It’s all just information to him. None of it has any importance beyond its function as a way to convict Kira.
Physical pain? Uhhhhh he compartmentalizes the feeling in order to produce a desirable reaction from the people around him. Basically he sorts the pain into a little box and then shuffles it around until its just a drumbeat in the back of his head. Emotional pain? He doesn’t experience it very often so when he does get dealt an emotional blow, he gets lazy and focuses completely on his own feelings.
What they’d sing at karaoke
a strong vocal performance of “winner takes it all” by abba at the beginning of the night and then, right before closing and after like five cocktails, a very dead eyed rendition of “always on my mind” by the pet shop boys (bc hey man! Its my headcanon! I can do what I want!)
What they wish they could change about themselves
I don’t rlly think L is a person who is unhappy with the person they are so I doubt there’s much he would change abt himself. That said, p much everyone has something they want to b different abt themselves. Maybe he wishes he was a little taller.
The secret history by donna tartt. I cannot oversell how much I love this book to y’all. It’s got everything I need: judgy, morally grey collegiate assholes. Aesthetically pleasing winter/summer dynamics. Subtextual gay pining. A murder. It’s all in there and I’m all for it. Please read the secret history and then come talk to me abt it.
Misery by Stephen king. I rlly like Stephen king books tbh bc I’m love over dramatic spooky stuff but I love misery best bc its so intense! All the terror is bound up in suspense and comes from a singular source.
Good omens by terry practchett and neil gaiman. It’s the perfect blend of wild plot and quick qit. Everything fits! It’s the most wonderful of jigsaw puzzles and I’m in awe of the work every time I read it!
The goldfinch by donna tartt. I’m such a hoe for donna tartt, honestly. But for different reasons w this book. Its like ur overhearing a story being told in the seat next to u on an airplane that u know is both not for you but also very much for you bc the person is talking that loud. Its hyper-personal and makes u wish u knew the person telling the story so u could shake them by the shoulders
Pretty monsters by Kelly link. This is more like an overall favorite bc it’s a book of short stories by one of my most favorite authors of all time. Kelly link writes surrealism so well its just so!!! Fantastical and lovely!!!! I always feel transported and I can only dream of every writing as well as she does!!!!
Wait Light is wearing jeans with that turtleneck? Show me!
okay i’m sorry this took so long i was at dinner and only had my phone on me but!!! now i hv access to my laptop!!! so here is a fine, high-quality screencap of light’s turtleneck w jeans
(they aren’t even dark wash they’re LIGHT WASH oh god i’m suffering)
