#happy birthday Mello

[itssilveriguess]

[niscuit-gravy]

soldier, can you win back time for me?

[wammyhoe]

Today is the baddest bitch birthday!

[prism-girl]

happy birthday mello!

[hannibalcatharsis-zero]

Happy birthday Mello

First time seeing myself with a different eye color as him (what is his eye color anyway? I had thought it was green but sometimes it's more blue... Well, light-colored eye people problem)

Mello was my first official cosplay. I have cosplayed him 4 or 5 times in the last 6 years, and done liquid latex makeup twice following the tutorial from KonekoCosplay on youtube.

He was a very important character to me in my teenage years, so when I found that wig by chance I figured I should try.

I barely have photos as him. My Near asked me last year, but I felt too embarrassed.

Photo from 2019, eyes edited

[3ternitymaze]

Happy birthday Mello!

13/12/22

[gracetoldmeto]

Lemon Muffins and Gin

🎂 Happy Birthday Mello 🎁

dedicated to @mamaturtle11 for your inspiration and endless support ❤️💛

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Summary:

Years after leaving Wammy's, Mello shows up suddenly at Matt's door with a handle of gin. Matt knows Mello isn't here just to reminisce.

Knock knock knock.

The loud and accented rapping on the door woke Matt who was haphazardly asleep on the couch.

“What the…” the tired redhead awoke but had to take a minute to get his bearings before responding.

Who could be knocking on his door at the 3 in the goddamn morning? He wasn’t late on rent, that wasn’t due until the 1st of the month, and today was only the 13th. His next-door neighbor was out of town, as he always announced to the building. Matt never understood why he would leave letters asking to look out for the cheap 300 sq ft apartment, but he did anyway. I mean, its not like there was anything better to do anyway.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

The rapping on the door was even louder and more punctuated this time but Matt decided it wasn’t worth it to answer regardless of who it was.

“Go away,” he groggily shouted. “Some people are trying to sleep y’know.” Matt continued, unintuitively toward the door in his half awake and exhausted state.

But the door replied. “You’d be making a mistake to turn this away.”

Matt froze. He knew that voice. He pinched himself. Nope, not dreaming.

That voice had been ingrained into his brain ever since he was a kid, but he couldn’t place it, or maybe he didn’t want to place it. It seemed to be part of his DNA but he just couldn’t discern what sequence.

The voice spoke through the door again. “I know you are in there Matty. Open the fucking door.”

No way. There was no way. He must be dreaming.

Matt pinched himself again. He still didn’t wake up.

These occurrences only happened in his dreams, not reality. Matt continued to contemplate what he was hearing until two words sealed the deal.

“Mail Jeevas!” Matt heard this name spoken from the hallway. “I know you will open this door.” There was only one person with that stern of a voice who knew his name. His real name. Matt dragged himself from the couch and lumbered over to the door, unlocking the deadbolt.

Matt, as if this disturbance had happened dozens of times before, swung open the door only enough to fit his slim body against the door frame.

Matt looked him up and down. “Mello.” Matt said nonchalantly, even though he was beyond surprised, and a bit worried, at the sight he was seeing from his front door.

Mello had changed since Wammy’s. He’d grown quite a bit taller even though Matt still had a few inches on him. The black long sleeve t-shirt he’d always worn was replaced with a tailored leather jacket.

It looked good on him. It accentuated his angles and intensified his presence. It made a boy who was rough around the edges into a man who could cut you with a single gaze.

He had grown into himself.

He looked good.

“Took you long enough.” The blonde replied, obviously annoyed at the lack of response from the resident of the apartment door he was knocking on.

Matt annoyedly rubbed his sleepy eyes with the back of his hand. His goggles hung at his neck. “What the FUCK are you doing here?” Matt shot back at Mello, not moving allowing the blonde any forward movement into his home.

“I was in the area and thought you might want to catch up.” Mello responded. ”It’s been awhile, Mail he smirked.

Mello seemed earnest in his voice, but Matt knew this was not just a social call. Mello needed something from him, obviously. Why else would his best friend show face after falling off the face of the planet for years on end?

“Fuck off, Mels.” Matt turned and began to shut the door. He wasn’t interested in hearing any excuses the blonde had.

Saying yes to Mello meant saying yes to trouble.

Mello shoved his gloved hand between the door and the door frame with a powerful slam, preventing it from closing. Matt startled. Mello was strong now too.

“You can make time for me.” Mello tilted his head and antagonistically smirked again, knowing what Matt would eventually decide. Mello glanced toward his arm cradling a paper bag. “Besides, I brought gifts."

***

The full handle of gin was now over halfway gone, and Matt was drunk. He could handle his alcohol well. And so could Mello. But the challenge of going shot for shot with his oldest friend and favorite liquor was too inviting to pass up. The both of them combined had drank nearly a liter of booze in their stomach in total.

Mello was starting to get more and more irritable the more he drank. Typical. “Do you have anything to eat?”

Matt paused. His thoughts were trudging along at an incredibly slow pace. Each word he was about to say would get stuck on a distraction like peanut butter on the roof of your mouth. Thinking took an increasing amount of effort and time. “I think… I have some… muffins?”

“Hmmm?” Mello’s eyes lit up slightly as he replied, clearly intrigued.

“Le… Lemon muffins actually.” Matt continued. “Those used to be your favorite, right?” Matt had no idea why he remembered this fact, let alone why he bought the muffins to begin with, but for some reason it was important for him to remember. And wanted to remind Mello of that.

Mello paused, drunkenly processing one word at a time. “Favorite? I’unno, I guess… when we were kids.”

But Matt knew he was right. Mello’s complacency was usually an act. That blond bitch had a goddamn opinion about everything all of the fucking time. And Matt knew Mello loved those cute little pastries.

Back at the house, Mello bought 4 of them every time they went to the corner market a few miles down the main road.

Matt, on the other hand, used to sneak a fifth of gin out of the same market all the time by concealing it in his underwear. He was thankfully never caught, but there were an endless number of close calls.

Matt stood up and grabbed the plastic container of muffins from the pantry to bring back to the pair of them. He swatted his overflowing ashtray out of the way and placed the container on the sorry excuse for a coffee table before sprawling back on the floor next to Mello.

“What an interesting combo we have here.” Matt pointed out, hand on his stomach, palm on his forehead, drunkenly giggling.

Mello paused, hesitantly, “What do you mean?”

“Lemon muffins…” he pointe, “and gin!?” Matt continued to laugh. “I never thought I’d see us together with these two items ever again after we graduated.” …or left. Crap, wrong word. Mello had never graduated. Matt paused, realizing is mistake and turned away. His expression hardened.

Mello saw the nostalgia wash over Matt’s face, but he didn’t call him out on it. “Me neither.”

Matt turned back to Mello. “So,” another pause. Matt’s face did not soften in the slightest. He was going to regret asking this.

“What do you need from me this time?”

Mello swallowed another ounce of gin and nearly coughed. It was subtle. Matt did not notice. Matt bringing up business first? Interesting. Yet Mello replied promptly. “I need you to help me with a job.”

There it was. That’s how it was always going to be with Mello. An entitled bastard who thought he could run from everything and still end up on top. Pathetic.

Yet all it took was a few lemon muffins and gin to get back to where they started all those years ago. Such an odd combo, but the combination was unmatched.

Matt contemplated Mello’s comment. Getting involved with the leather-clad blonde was getting more dangerous by the day. Yet he couldn’t resist the naive promise he had made to his best friend when they were kids.

Mello may not be one to keep his promises, but Matt wasn’t like him. Mello had power. But all Matt had was the value of his word.

So, Matt took a deep breath and responded with an answer to one of the last important questions in his life. “What do you need me to do?”

Mello grinned. Matt hadn’t changed. This was almost too easy.

fin

[xnearx]

[kusarikagami]

Happy birthday to our dear Mello ❤️

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

here’s them all together btw (i am seething that there’s an uneven number)

[dnln7873]

【DearNear】 a short story for Near’s birthday 2024

(30/38)

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Part 2 (38/38) has been posted on the next post

[th3b33skn33s]

Toxic yuri moment

[coffeshpo]

Happy birthday, Mello !!!!!! :3

kuromi as Mello and Baku as Matt. Idk I just thought this was a perfect idea for Mello's birthday! I'm just a little guy!!! I speedran this so fast. i was supposed to post this earlier.....!!! but anyway, glad I made it in time ^>^ ✨

version without many decors in the cut! —

[wammyhoe]

Hi, I hope you’re doing well! If you’re not overwhelmed by requests, can you write a want boy head canon about what they would do for their s/o’s birthday?

My birthday is in two weeks so im being a little self indulgent.

I’m awfully late for this I’m sorry!

L caters perfectly to your tastes.

Do you love surprise parties? He'll see that you have a pretty one.

He takes care of all the details, you only have to enjoy the night.

You don't like parties? Perfect. The world's greatest detective makes time in his full agenda to spend the night with you.

There's always an insane amount of cake either way lol

10/10

Mello buys you something jaw-dropping.

Nothing is too expensive when you have mafia money, right?

He gives you the best gifts because he’s obviously the best boyfriend.

Craving a new car? You’ve got it.

Want a pretty dress? Guess what he just bought!

Prefer something small that shows how much you mean to him?

That’s exactly what you’ll receive.

All in all, what he loves is seeing your pretty smile.

Near adds sprinkles of happiness to your special day.

From the moment you wake up, you’re greeted by a cute stuffed animal with a birthday wish on its belly.

Near adapts to what you want to do, even if he’d prefer to keep you close on your special day.

His gift is handmade and astoundingly pretty

Matt sings Happy Birthday in your ear son soon as he feels you waking up.

God, his morning voice is alluring!

Suggest to spend the day together, pampering you in any way he can.

He'd gladly follow your lead for the day if you rather spend your birthday with friends or family, tho.

His gift is small but meaningful, probably something you've been mentioning for a while.

[asmilethatshines]

I know my drawing style is kinda cheesy girly old-fashion out of date but still I NEED TO DRAW THIS CARDVERSE/ROYAL AU BECAUSE I FREAKING LOVE IT!!! AND MELLO IS MY KING MY NO.1 (well Near’s too) he is my most favorite character from the manga.

So here is your birthday gift Mello, Your Majesty!!!

(Sorry for my horrible hand-writing 😓)

(And the narcissist bitch made it her phone screen display too lol)

[delilahhyuuga]

Happy birthday Mello \(>v<)/ I'm putting a bit of makeup on Mello. He wanted to look his best on his birthday ;D