L Lawliet x clingy!bubbly reader
L who has grown used to your constant need for closeness and physical reassurance
nuzzling your head in the dip of his shoulder you wrap your arms around his waist endlessly tighter, both legs stretched bracketing his.
“Love, you promised you wouldn’t be distracting.” He murmurs
“I’m not talking though” Your voice muffled,
“I never said you were” he replied.
“Ok…? Keep working pretend I’m not here” you say basically sniffing him in
He sighs muttering something about how childish this was.
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L who indulges you more then he would like to admit
“Please please pleaaaaseee” you whine
“Baby I neeed this”. Holding up the fashion catalog of your favorite magazine, you saw this dress that was to die for! You needed to have it.
Basically ignoring you, L doesn’t even look at you! He simply looks at the magazine that’s practically in his face then glances back down to his puzzle.
“(Y/N), you have sufficient clothing what makes this one dress so special.” He grabs another puzzle piece placing it on the board.
You (pout) frown, bending down in front of him you sit on your knees.
Yes, you did have a lot of clothes but that’s not really your fault? It’s His honestly, one more dress wouldn’t hurt though? and it would be such a good addition to your growing collection.
So you decide to pull out the big guns.
Setting the magazine down you reach out to his open hand with both of yours, He looks up curiously.
“You don’t want me to be pretty for you?” Tilting your head, searching his eyes, squeezing his hand between yours, and to top it all off adding a soft pout.
His breath hitches just a bit but not small enough to miss, He opens his mouth slightly for a moment as if he couldn’t find what to say.
Now is L abnormally smart? Yes. Can he see what you were doing? Absolutely. However there’s something about you that just tugs on his heart more than he would like to acknowledge.
A soft groan leaves his lips as he closes his eyes, “Go ask Watari for my wallet..”
You squeal grabbing the magazine, moving to his side wrapping your arms around his shoulders and smushing/rubbing your face against his.
“Ohhh baby thank you! Thank youu!” Peppering his cheek with kisses.
He sits there and takes it. (like a good boy)
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L who for some reason cant admit he can’t sleep without you
Now L does have insomnia, but when he does sleep he’s (expecting) used to you always being there to hold him while he does, and today was one of those nights.
It was almost 4AM when you came back home from your girls day.
Kicking your heels off and hanging your jacket, you make your way down the hall ever so quietly to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
Quietly opening the door to your bedroom putting on foot in, you cringe at the creek of the door looking up to make sure you didn’t wake L up,
you jump back at the beady eyes already staring back at you.
“L!” You exclaim placing a hand over your chest “how long have you been awake? I swore you were asleep.” You frown
“I couldn’t sleep” His big eyes still on yours. You sigh making your way to the bed, pulling the covers back to get in next to him.
He subconsciously moves closer to you, already laying his head on your chest like second nature.
“Why couldn’t you sleep ? Too much in that big brain?” You poke his temple as tired as you were, you could never miss an opportunity to tease your boyfriend.
“I suppose” he replied already sounding out of it
You hum, placing a kiss on his head and closing your eyes.
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L who secretly loves you playing with his hair
Another slow day in the office, Which meant you got to spend a extra couple hours with your boyfriend!
You were behind him one arm over his shoulder the other was over head as you were softly petting the top of his head, head resting on the nape of his neck.
“You’re hair is longer” you mutter
“Is it?” He mused seemingly uninterested in the length of his hair.
“Mhm” you reply softly sitting up to really look at the length. “honestly you should leave it like this” you use both your hands to grab two chunks of hair, forming two makeshift low pony tails.
“Looks good” flopping both ‘ponytails’ on his shoulders “makes you look more mysterious” you tease.
He hums silently enjoying the feeling of your hands on his head.
After a couple minutes of simply threading your fingers through his hair you began to braid the bottom parts.
“How do you feel about dying your hair?” You lean your head over his shoulder looking up at him.
“Never thought of it.”
“We should soooo do matching hair colors it would be so cute”
“Mm”
“What about hot pink?”
“Alright”
“You’re not even listening!”
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Also not really thought out but yk 😙
