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Mello

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I love the scene of their dialogue and all this backgrounds with light and stained glass windows. It just makes me feel so sad to think that they really could be allies and even friends from the beginning, and Mello would feel much more peaceful  They just need each other *crying*  ….and do you know what else do they need? Eyebrows. Thank you for attention. ♥ My gallery ♥ Support me on Patreon  

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meronia in 2020…….mello never died ok >:(

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i have domesticity disease and its incurable

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Mello jolts and the beer can almost slips from his fingers. The crunch of aluminum is barely audible over the music as Mello tightens his grip before the can falls completely. He shoots Matt a death glare. It feels good to let some of his emotions out, however small. At least his heart rate has an excuse for the next few minutes.

Matt’s comment brings Mello's attention crashing back to his sore feet. He’d forgotten about his newly acquired blisters for a while there. He needs to buy trainers or something else new that isn’t going to goddamn hurt this much. His plans don’t involve running but shit happens. He needs to be better prepared. Mello pushes past the need to unzip his boots and rub away the biting itchiness there.

“Mh thanks.” He replies absently. Mello takes a moment to properly take stock of the van. The stale smells either aren’t as bad as he first thought or he’s already growing accustomed to them. He really hopes it’s the former. The interior is smaller than he’d envisioned, with barely any amenities. Just a cramped bed and stove and some storage space. It’s manageable though. No one’s going to be suspecting this small a vehicle, so he’ll deal with the drawbacks as they come. Speaking of drawbacks. Mello looks down at his escape ticket. He takes another swig of beer. Might as well harvest all the info he can while the guy is still chatty.

“The music is passable. So,” Mello offers a half smile and gestures with his free hand, “how’s living like this?”

Runaway verse

Mello closes the van door harder than he’d intended to. He takes a deep breath and centers himself after the door thunks shut. He glances at Matt. The gun is heavy in his pocket. Should he use it yet or wait to see what happens? His adrenaline rush starts to drop and Mello shivers. And wrinkles his nose - ugh nice, it’s cold and smells of old takeout and cigarettes in here.

He skims through Matt’s thoughts, searching for any hint of violent intent. There’s none of course, just like there hasn’t been the entire week Mello’s tailed him. He knows the sad fuck next to him is harmless. He almost wishes he wasn’t. It makes Mello feel sick but he wants an excuse to use his powers. Needs to let loose. Not yet. No need to go escalating things and reveal his trump card. Anyway, Mello thinks with a twist in his gut, there’s time enough for that down the line.

“So what’s the plan?“ Mello raises his eyebrows in question. He perches on the edge of the unmade bed crammed into the rear of the van, and forces himself to lean back into a more comfortable position.

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Mello texts Louise to give her a heads up. The screen keeps goddamn blurring but, jabbing at his stupid phone, he finally manages. He mumbles her address to Matt. Matt’s starting to sound muffled. Distantly Mello knows it must be his concussion setting in. But. Whatever. Matt’s just talking nonsense. He’s always talking nonsense.

He pillows his head on his arm, folded onto the windowsill edge. The wind ruffles his hair, all cool and soothing.

“S all fine.” He says into his sleeve.

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Tires screech in the near distance. It isn’t followed by the familiar wail of a police siren or three. That will probably be Mello then. Louise groans and puts down her freshly brewed coffee. From his text she thought she’d have another fifteen minutes. So much for her caffeine prep.

Louise buzzes them in and heads for the liquor cabinet. She pauses. Mello’s going to be in a bad way if they’ve had a run in. She grabs his favourite - the expensive bastard - and pours him a glass of her 18 year old High Park. Company, he’d said. She’ll wait and see what his acquaintance wants. A beer would probably do - it’ll be one of his grunts. Strange Mello’s brought one with him though. She grumbles loudly and cards a hand through her hair. Fuckssake that means he can’t even drive. She’s going to beat his ass into last week.

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Matt gives an exaggerated sigh and an eyeroll before finally replying.

“Fucking Hell, Mello. Near is not stupid, I can’t not say anything. I’m tryina do you a favour for god’s sake, can you for fucking once work with me here.” His voice gets increasingly strained by the end of his comment and Matt takes a deep breath, tries to calm down.

They’re not friends. Not anymore. Still, for some reason, Matt keeps on forgetting about it until Mello drags him back to reality. Matt takes the phone out of his pocket, places it in the cup holder between them, almost like a threat.

And out of spite Matt swirls the steering wheel faster than he needs to when taking his next turn, makes sure Mello is not getting any comfort he doesn’t deserve. The silence stretches between them until Matt opens his mouth again.

“The feeling’s mutual,” he mutters back quietly.

Near should really pull him out this goddamn case.

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Matt’s voice is a low buzz under the wind rushing in his ears. Mello closes his eyes. If it’s important Matt will tell him later. His face is turning numb but it’s worth it to feel his stomach settle a bit.

Then there’s the screech of tires and Mello is thrown forward. His chin bangs on the edge of the window. He scowls and pulls his head back inside.

“What the fucking hell, asshole?” He almost shouts.

Mello rubs his smarting face. What the fuck was that for? Is this seriously about Near? He hadn’t taken Matt for that much of an ass kissing boss’s pet.

“Tell him whatever. You’re smart enough to keep it simple.”

He snatches Matt’s phone from the holder and pockets it.

“One more swerve like that and you’ll be doing some shopping tonight.”

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My brain: New story idea!! Must write now!

Me: okay… what’s the plot..?

My brain: Hmm, plot? No, no, no, none of that here, my good friend, my good sir, my good ma’am, but may I offer you an overall general Vibe, an aesthetic if you will, a vague feeling to convey, a-

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Artist: puropoly

Gift for: porfoct

Prompt: Near and Mello have a Fun Day At The Mall (maybe)

Artist’s Notes: HOPE YOU LIKE IT

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How to talk dirty to Mello

You’re so smart.

I admire your determination.

I’m proud of you.

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Matt gives an exaggerated sigh and an eyeroll before finally replying.

“Fucking Hell, Mello. Near is not stupid, I can’t not say anything. I’m tryina do you a favour for god’s sake, can you for fucking once work with me here.” His voice gets increasingly strained by the end of his comment and Matt takes a deep breath, tries to calm down.

They’re not friends. Not anymore. Still, for some reason, Matt keeps on forgetting about it until Mello drags him back to reality. Matt takes the phone out of his pocket, places it in the cup holder between them, almost like a threat.

And out of spite Matt swirls the steering wheel faster than he needs to when taking his next turn, makes sure Mello is not getting any comfort he doesn’t deserve. The silence stretches between them until Matt opens his mouth again.

“The feeling’s mutual,” he mutters back quietly.

Near should really pull him out this goddamn case.

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Matt's voice is a low buzz under the wind rushing in his ears. Mello closes his eyes. If it's important Matt will tell him later. His face is turning numb but it's worth it to feel his stomach settle a bit.

Then there's the screech of tires and Mello is thrown forward. His chin bangs on the edge of the window. He scowls and pulls his head back inside.

"What the fucking hell, asshole?" He almost shouts.

Mello rubs his smarting face. What the fuck was that for? Is this seriously about Near? He hadn't taken Matt for that much of an ass kissing boss's pet.

"Tell him whatever. You're smart enough to keep it simple."

He snatches Matt's phone from the holder and pockets it.

"One more swerve like that and you'll be doing some shopping tonight."

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[txt] cos you're a rude little prick [txt] p.s. look behind you

[txt] honestly [txt] u had 2 turn the internet off 2?? [txt] i thought u had work 2 do [txt] y so bitchious

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Right. Lights out, buddy.

ehh not worth moving for like 3 mins job

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A sacrifice? I can think of a better one. Get your ass into my office.

ehh not worth moving for like 3 mins job

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I could, just to watch your eyeballs pop out your head.

ehh not worth moving for like 3 mins job

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Once and too many besides, you mean. Such a disappointment.

ehh not worth moving for like 3 mins job

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Says the 3 seconds guy, really?

ehh not worth moving for like 3 mins job