L X tattoo artist! Reader
(Y/L) - Your letter
(A/N: thank you for all the kind comments on my previous oneshot! I love you guys)
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" Come on just let me meet them!" You say on the phone.
You were on break from tattooing people and were sitting in your office.
" No. It's dangerous." L argues.
You had wanted to meet the Task Force for the longest time, but L refused.
He said he was suspicious of Light Yagami, the police chief's son.
" What have I done for him to kill me? He doesn't even know that I exist." You sigh and take a sip of water.
" (Y/N)! I know know you're on break, but do you think you could help me with a small tattoo? My hands are starting to shake and I don't trust myself. I'll even take your shift tomorrow if you do it. I don't feel like messing up and getting fired. " Your coworker Sam asked.
" Yeah just give me like 5 minutes." They nod and leave.
" I have to go now. Love you." You tell him and hang up.
You step out of your office and go help your coworker.
'You know what? I think I'm gonna go and visit that little sleep deprived fucker.' You think will sanitizing the person's forearm.
'It's not like I don't know where it is, and Sam is taking my shift so I basically have the day off tomorrow. Yeah I am going.'
About an hour later, the tattoo was finished.
" And all done! It looks great!" You say and hand them a hand mirror.
" Oh wow! I love it, thank you so much!" They smile, happy with how it came out.
" No problem! You can go pay with my coworker!" They nodded and walk towards the entrance.
You continued to work until 8:45, which was when your shift ended.
" Alright, I'll see you guys on Wednesday!" You say, grabbing your backpack and waving goodbye to your coworkers.
" Bye (Y/N)!" Sam yells from the back where they're tattooing someone.
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The next morning you wake up at 9:00 and start to get ready to see L.
You had called Watari last night, and he had agreed to let you inside to surprise your sleep deprived lover.
You changed into a (F/C) short-sleeved shirt that showed off the tattoos that littered your arms.
Running to your closet, you put on your favorite (Skirt, pants, shorts, whichever one you want.) and socks.
'Time for breakfast.'
Looking over the stuff in your kitchen, you said fuck it and grabbed a piece of L's cake.
Dating L meant that you always had cake on standby.
You grabbed your backpack and left the house, beginning your walk towards the tall building.
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