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Roleplay account for Mello Keehl (I do best with AUs 'cause Mellz is impossible to interact with unless circumstace demands it). I'd be delighted to hear you out if you have ideas! Pretty new to tumblr, please excuse my lack of etiquette!! Late 20s Rper

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Mello

[antaarf]

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  

[user-null]

[dew-creek]

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

[augenoben]

i have domesticity disease and its incurable

[cocoaslayer]

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.

[gameswillbeplayed]

Matt is already kneeling in front of his mini fridge to get them both a can of beer when she closes the door. In his experience the first minute of getting a girl into his van is the most important - if they don’t get something out of it very fast they will leave. And this case doesn’t seem very unusual in that sense. If he had enough money he would have pushed the idea of a hotel room more (although she didn’t seem too keen on the idea when Matt mentioned it which seems very strange considering how cold she now acts out of nowhere).

“Uh, the plan,” he starts with a lopsided grin, turning around with the beer cans to face Mello, “would be tryina enjoy some refreshments while we wait for the van to warm up a bit I guess.” He hands one of the cans to her and crosses his legs, staying on the floor while opening his can. “I can put some music on . What’s your fav genre?”

[cocoaslayer]

Mello hesitates for a split second. Not wanting to break character yet he accepts the proffered can. He immediately cracks it open and takes a sip to stall answering. Ugh it tastes like someone took a permanent dive into a vat of acid. Mello keeps the can pressed to his mouth and bites at it in lieu of spitting out the foul liquid. He’s conscious of his pounding heart. He knows Matt can’t hear it and it’s just paranoia but it’s getting louder and the van is too quiet even with the heating that’s begun pinging to life. Music is a good idea. It’s been a while since he last heard the radio, or was up to date with a whole lot of shit, thanks to his “father” and his time down in the labs. Classic heavy metal is probably not the best option right now. Better play it safe.

“Eh, just whatever. You choose. Don’t make it lame.”

This will need to be taken care of before the second beer. He did not get this far just to get fucked over by low alcohol tolerance. Mello searches for something to say and ends up taking another sip of his beer-cum-acid instead.

[gameswillbeplayed]

Matt shrugs as a response to Mello’s reply and, after finishing a swig of beer (and after some technical difficulties - why are his pockets so tight?) fishes his phone out of his pocket.

“Can’t make promises since I currently dunno what’s considered lame,” he replies, shooting an accusatory glance to her direction before grinning.

Couple of swipes on his phone later the surround system in his van comes to life with house music. Couple of more swipes and the bass has come down from the level where you can feel your heart rate matching the beat. Matt’s grin turns more apologetic.

“….If it’s not to your liking just lemme know and I’ll swap it for something different.” And looks at her again, or her legs, considering those are more on his eye level. “I like your shoes.”

[cocoaslayer]

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?”

[cocoaslayer]

gameswillbeplayed

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.

cocoaslayer

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.”

[gameswillbeplayed]

Mello’s reaction makes Matt smirk, the satisfaction of getting something out of the asshole more fulfilling than he expects. Matt half shrugs when Mello makes his threat.

“You expecting I did that on purpose,” he lies, nonchalant, but takes the next turn more calmly.

It’s not that he doesn’t have other ways of contacting Near. However, anything else than a text and Near would already be suspicious. Matt glances at Mello through the mirror and immediately regrets his decision.

Mello is a damn mess, the blood from his nose smeared all over his face and the clothes dirty from the fight. Matt clings onto the anger that’s been keeping his adrenaline levels high - he can’t afford to start worrying about Mello.

“If I were you I wouldn’t be makin’ any threats. You’re injured and I’m the one behind the fuckin’ wheel. Keep your goddamn head down, Mello.” And Matt hates how it comes out almost like a plea but Mello’s smarter than this and fuck if Matt is ever going to want to hear about the bastard getting his stupid ass killed.  

The traffic is getting awful which is a sign of them approaching the borough. Matt runs his hand through his hair and sighs.

“Where from here?”

[cocoaslayer]

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.

[writeouswriter]

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-

[meroniasecretexchange-blog]

Artist: puropoly

Gift for: porfoct

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

Artist’s Notes: HOPE YOU LIKE IT

[yourjamesty]

How to talk dirty to Mello

You’re so smart.

I admire your determination.

I’m proud of you.

[cocoaslayer]

gameswillbeplayed

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.

cocoaslayer

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."

[gameswillbeplayed]

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

[cocoaslayer]

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

[gameswillbeplayed]

ehh not worth moving for like 3 mins job

[cocoaslayer]

Says the 3 seconds guy, really?

[gameswillbeplayed]

that was once and i had not gotten laid for ages let it go elsa

[cocoaslayer]

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

[gameswillbeplayed]

u surely look way too happy to be disappointed

nyway this joke was old before it started go fuck yoself

[cocoaslayer]

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

[gameswillbeplayed]

sometimes sacrifices have to be made

would def be worth it

[cocoaslayer]

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

[gameswillbeplayed]

fuck moving tho

skip

[cocoaslayer]

Right. Lights out, buddy.

[gameswillbeplayed]

ehh not worth moving for like 3 mins job

[cocoaslayer]

Says the 3 seconds guy, really?

[gameswillbeplayed]

that was once and i had not gotten laid for ages let it go elsa

[cocoaslayer]

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

[gameswillbeplayed]

u surely look way too happy to be disappointed

nyway this joke was old before it started go fuck yoself

[cocoaslayer]

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

[gameswillbeplayed]

sometimes sacrifices have to be made

would def be worth it

[cocoaslayer]

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

[gameswillbeplayed]

ehh not worth moving for like 3 mins job

[cocoaslayer]

Says the 3 seconds guy, really?

[gameswillbeplayed]

that was once and i had not gotten laid for ages let it go elsa

[cocoaslayer]

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

[gameswillbeplayed]

u surely look way too happy to be disappointed

nyway this joke was old before it started go fuck yoself

[cocoaslayer]

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

[gameswillbeplayed]

ehh not worth moving for like 3 mins job

[cocoaslayer]

Says the 3 seconds guy, really?

[gameswillbeplayed]

that was once and i had not gotten laid for ages let it go elsa

[cocoaslayer]

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

[gameswillbeplayed]

ehh not worth moving for like 3 mins job

[cocoaslayer]

Says the 3 seconds guy, really?