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You stared at your reflection in a mirror. You weren't pretty, as you had concluded long ago. You were common, with large, dull (e/c) eyes on a pale face with (h/l) (h/c) locks and thin lips that rarely uttered a word, smiling even less. You didn't mind what you looked like though. Mainly because you didn't care what people thought of you. You had been antisocial since the day of your birth, and would probably be like that until the day you died. Only one person on Earth could call you his friend truthfully. He probably wouldn't, but you wouldn't object if he did. His name was L, or Lawliet, or any of his other aliases. You just call him L. He seemed to understand you, your reserved, walled in nature, your hatred of people knowing anything about you, and your secret hatred of yourself. You saw yourself as common, stupid, and uninteresting. He found you to be intriguing, and was fascinated by how your eyes seemed gemlike when you were happy, how silky your hair was when it brushed his arm as you crouched next to him. He didn't understand you, and it frustrated and interested him. What he didn't see in your appearance was what lay under the long sleeves you always wore. Ugly scars crossed the tops of your arms, products of your rage. Some were fresh and pink, while others were just pale lines, barely visible on your alabaster flesh. True, you didn't care what others thought of you, but you did care what you thought about yourself. And you saw a clear image when you thought about yourself: A sickly thin, abnormally tall, oddly pale girl with dark rings under her eyes. Limp (h/c) hair hung lifelessly from her head, and lips that looked strangely pink against a paper colored background. You looked your outfit over as you headed to L's house. It consisted of a long sleeve gray dress with black platform boots that had fake golden bullets on the sides, black stockings with gray skulls adorning them covering the area of your legs between the boots and the dress. A small black messenger bag, containing candy, a jar of cherries, and a few batches of fresh-baked cookies had it's strap across your torso. Thankfully his house wasn't far off, so you weren't sweating when you entered the door, despite the midsummer heat and the moderately heavy bag. You looked around, confused. No keyboard clicks, no plops of sugar cubes dropping into coffee, no noise at all. You crept to L's room, gently pushing open his door. A form in a white shirt and jeans was curled on the bed, in the fetal position with the blankets at the end of the bed. You quietly crept to L's sleeping form and pulled the blankets carefully over the sleeping man, smoothing out his wild, inky hair softly. You decided to wait for him to wake up and sat in a chair next to the bed. Before long, you dozed off, your head resting lightly on the pillow next to L's. His dark eyes eventually snapped open to see a familiar (h/c) haired head resting on the pillow next to his. He blinked at you owlishly, then realized that his blanket wasn't thrown off like every other morning, but was tucked securely around him. He sniffed, catching a whiff of something sweet. He looked at your bag, and reached for it, causing him to fall off of the bed, knocking you down with him and waking you up. His ribs hit your hip and you yelped in pain.
"You hurt." He noted blankly, rolling into a crouch.
"Oh, um, sorry." You apologized sheepishly, staring at your boot clad toe.
"SO... can I have a cookie?" He asked, staring at your bag.
"Oh so that's how we ended up on the floor." You laughed, digging through it. "I got up early to make these for you." You handed him a bag full of cookies and went to make you two some coffee. Once it was finished you put creamer in yours and an insane amount of sugar in L's, bringing them into the living room, where L was crouched, typing on his laptop. You placed his coffee in front of him, then knelt down next to him.
"What're you working on?" You asked quietly, looking at the screen. He sighed inwardly as your soft hair brushed his face.
"I'm writing a story." He answered blankly, his eyes never leaving the monitor.
"What's it about?" You pushed, curious.
"Oh I suppose it's cliche', but it's about a boy and a girl. The girl doesn't have any friends, and the boy only has a few. They meet by chance and the boy finds that the girl hates herself, but he doesn't understand it. He thinks she's interesting and pretty." He muttered, his typing slowing. With a sudden movement he swung his head around and kissed you. It was a brief kiss, but it left your pale cheeks the color of roses. "It's based on a true story."
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Premonition [L Lawliet x Reader]
They called you a woman of few words. L disagreed.
“A woman of the right words,” he had said.
You had appreciated his correction, since you knew that this was one of the few ways he would show affection. In front of his associates, that is. The fact was that L was well acquainted with who you were, and he wouldn't let anyone give a false profile of your character.
You stayed away from his computer and television monitors, the case files and his associates. You stayed behind the scenes, and you were more than happy with that. It wasn’t until his associates had begun the nightly motions of “getting the fuck outta here
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Once again everyone, I'm here with another beloved L fanfiction. This was literally 7 pages long in my little notebook of ideas, so you guys might want to buckle up. Disclaimer: This story involves thoughts of suicide, depression, and self-harm. If any of you out there are thinking about suicide, please seek help right away. This story is just meant for entertainment, NOT a reason to kill yourself. Thank you & enjoy.
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You and L were in the car, on your way to the Task Force Head-Quarters, and you were wearing a thin, red wool sweater. (I know that this might seem a li
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Near X Reader: I Hate Him
A/N: Major spoiler alert! I usually don't write in spoilers, but this has been on my mind all day. So, no reading if you haven't at least finished chapter 58 of the manga or episode 25 of the anime! Unless you like spoilers. Then go right ahead. Also, this is really sad! I'm sorry if I make you cry, but I cried writing it. So, yeah. Other than that, I hope you enjoy this.
You sighed a bit as you sat next to L. The Kira case was getting tiring. You just wanted to catch whoever was killing people. You wanted to be able to pat L on the back and congratulate him on another case well done. You missed doing that. You’ve known L since you wer
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