Month of May Event
Title: Mello x Reader- burning pile
Genre: Romantic Angst
A/n: written by @snak3b1te-smi1es
All my style, all my grace
All I tried to save my face…
Mihael Keehl’s only talent was spending money.
Every moment, he was trading his hard-earned, sometimes bloody cash for drugs and chocolate, and for permission to live in the rickety apartment he had to share with Matt and his lover, [name].
All my money been a long time spent
On my drugs, on my rent
Mello stared out the window, a joint between two gloved fingers and a piece of chocolate in the other. He set down the chocolate, picking up his cigarette lighter and flicking it on, watching the fire burn and flicker, reflected in his blue eyes like Satan himself had come and possessed Mello.
Maybe he had.
During his moment of deliberation, the lighter had gone out. He flicked it again, watching it burn out until it let out a soft hiss as gas left it. This time, when it burned out, he set it down, putting the joint to his lips and taking a deep breath in. The smoke filled his lungs, calming him down like nothing else did.
It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile
All lit up and I start to smile
Lately, [name] had been telling him to quit. They knew how much Matt enabled Mello, telling him smoking was good for him, telling him it would make him feel better, and they absolutely hated Matt for the way he grinned whenever Mello lit up.
It felt good to escape their nagging for a little while with a good smoke. He tipped his head back as he took the next inhale, enjoying the way the smoke filled his lungs and warmed his very being. It felt so good to engage in his old hobby.
Again, smoke filled his lungs as he sighed, loving the way his senses blurred and dulled together.
“Mello? Are you home?” [name] knocked at the door, pressing their ear up to it. Mello set the joint down, burning on the windowsill, eventually lighting the dry wood on fire.
If I catch fire then I'll change my aim
Throw my troubles at the pearly gates…
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