Feb 1
February 1, 1990: Matt (real name: Mail Jeevas) is born.
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February 1, 1990: Matt (real name: Mail Jeevas) is born.
he shares a name w me so automatically hes cool
important poll. canon doesn’t matter — this is about how you feel, emotionally and spiritually.
what colour is matt’s hair, in your heart?
red
brown
blue
green
something else which i shall explain in the tags
i don’t know who matt is but i want to see what colour his hair is
Grand Theft Amor; M. Jeevas
In which you cash in a favour with Mello, and leave with his roommate’s number.
Category: Fluff, Crack, First Meeting, Fem Reader
Author’s Notes: So uh, im really sorry I lost the motivation to keep writing 😭 However I DID start a one shot. So, this is about 1/3 to 1/2 of what I had planned out. I hope you like it nevertheless. Maybe if you guys actually wanted it I can finish it sometime?? This has been sat in my drafts a while, but perhaps someone out there might still like what I did have. :)
Word Count: Not much-
The air is crisp and cool tonight. It’s late October, and despite how short of a walk this was, you’re slightly regretting not bringing any form of jacket. Oh well. This is an in and out job anyway. You half shuffle on one spot, waiting to be buzzed into the apartment block. It’s a little shifty down here, considering it’s a more tucked away road with no one seeming to be around. You’re contemplating pressing the button again, second guessing if you even had the right number, when the door unlocks, as if in perfect timing.
When your friend had their motorcycle break down, they’d come to you urgently for help. Instead of comforting them, like anyone else would have done, you’d had the idea to call on an old friend from a few years ago to see if he could do anything about it. He wasn’t a professional, as far as you knew, but he had a similar bike when you knew him and so that was the best you could do. You weren’t expecting much of a result or response at all, but alas, Mello actually came through. And so, here you are now, making your way up the stairs to his new apartment.
Though, the face that answers the door when you get up there is not one that you recognise. He’s a brunette in a striped shirt, with a thick pair of goggles around the top of his head. He’s definitely not a bad looking guy. Now you came to think of it, he somewhat resembles Mello’s description of a childhood friend he’d mentioned a few times before. His one hand is leaning near the top of the door, holding it open, while the other is stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. His eyebrows are raised and he’s almost smirking if you look closely enough.
“Is Mello here?” You ask, putting your own hands in your pockets, subconsciously mirroring his body language. A common sign of attraction, just not one either of you picked up on.
“Yeah, he’s here. Just give me one second.” He lets the door go and it slams fairly loudly due to the weight, and it’s followed by muffled shouting. Aside from that, you’re left in your own awkward silence. You take a short look around, then make the decision to stop and subtly listen in, to see if you can hear anything about yourself.
“Mell! There’s a cute girl here to see you!”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, H/C haired girl! You didn’t tell me you had a date?”
“I don’t-“ You can’t make out the rest, but Mello’s roommate is snickering to himself as he opens the door a couple minutes later.
“Cute girl, huh?” You inquire, putting on an unfazed front to cover for the fact that simply one comment alone was enough to fluster you.
“Yeah.” He looks you up and down, completely and obviously checking you out.
“Do you say that to a lot of girls or is it just me?” You’re pretty sure it’s the first option, since he doesn’t even know you or why you’re here.
He dodges your question with one of his own,“Awfully inquisitive aren’t we?”
“It’s not exactly a complicated question, dude.” Yeah, calling him dude will swat away any interest in you. Nice going, Y/N.
He suddenly hunches over as he would have if you’d have punched him in the stomach, clutching at his side and hissing in fake pain. “It’s alright, I can take a bit of venom.”
“Oh please, it’s hardly venom. I’m just too lazy to return to favour for someone who will rinse and repeat with the next girl who comes along, ya feel?” You mentally hit yourself again. How badly are you ruining your own chances right now? It’s kinda laughable, and not in a quirky cute sense.
Luckily for you, he doesn’t seem to be too put off. “Oh, so you think I’m cute too?”
“I’ll plead the fifth on that one. Is he here or what?”
“Yeah, sure. But if you ever get bored of him, you’re always welcome in my company. It wouldn’t be with anyone else if you’d let me get to know you, I can tell you that much.” He steps aside and you find your way into the living room. You’re unsure whether you should sit down, so you end up just hovering there as the conversation continues.
“You don’t even know my name, but you never know, maybe I’ll take you up on that offer.”
Mello approaches from the hall as you stand to one side
“Sorry about him, Matt’s a total dick.” He narrows his eyes with suspicion, before rolling them and letting on a half smile.
“Pshh, it’s fine. I figured as much.” You smirk at Matt, somewhat teasingly. Diverting your attention back to Mello, you start slowly digging through your pockets for the money, “How much was it for the bike parts altogether?”
“Let’s call it 20,000 yen?” Mello responds promptly. “I wouldn’t usually just give This stuff out but I do owe you a favour.”
“Bet.” You nod, handing him the cash. “It’s very much appreciated.”
Mello disappears again, heading back out into the hall and leaving you with Matt. For a moment or two, it’s deadly silent, and just as you go to break it, he beats you to it.
“A girl who fixes cars, huh?”
You turn around on one heel to face him, “You wish. I’m not that cool. Just running an errand for a friend, I’m ‘fraid.” You shrug.
“Hm, that’s a shame. We almost had something in common.”
You take a glimpse at the TV, noticing the paused game menu looked familiar. “We might do. GTA, huh?”
“Yup. You any good or what?”
You respond with, “I’m alright”, though the cocky grin you’re wearing says a little more than that. “Nothing major, not like I’ve been playing since I was a kid or anything.”
“See, I knew I’d like you.”
Again, Mello emerges, carrying a rather large cardboard box in his arms. “I’d hang around and talk, but I’ve gotta rush out-“ He starts, but you cut him off, shaking your head. “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it. I should probably leave too soon anyway.”
Mello breathes a sigh of relief that he hasn’t offended you and places the box on the nearby counter. He’s not always so considerate, but he subconsciously makes the exception for an old friend. It takes a weight off of your own shoulders too, to see that you’re welcome. You’d been hesitant to contact him at first, maybe typing out and deleting your message a few times. It’s good to see that it went well.
He grabs his coat and puts on a pair of boots he’d left by the door earlier, “See you soon maybe, Y/N.”
“Yeah, see ya.”
You go to retrieve the box, and Matt’s voice returns again. “Hm, nice name.”
“You think so?”
“Sure. Plus, now I know your name, maybe you’ll play for 10 with me.” He adds, trying to not seem so desperate, ultimately failing, however. He doesn’t exactly give you time to answer, after all, “Get comfy. Mi casa es su casa!”
“Do you know a lot of Spanish, by any chance?”
“Ha, nope.” He responds matter-of-factly. Well, it is a popular catchphrase, you suppose. So much for that conversation starter. Oh well, things don’t feel as stiff and forced by this point anyway.
He tosses the controller to you without warning as you take off your shoes and sit down on the sofa, with catching it swiftly in one hand. “Hey, I know where you’re at. Let me see if I can get this mission in record time.” You laugh, and you think Matt might be doubting you a little still, though he doesn’t drop any obvious signs of it. He’s only dropping more signs that he’s into you.
mello was definitely the type of kid that got put on a leash
Blue haired Matt lives rent free in my mind
I have been obsessed with Ai Love Love’s Puppy Matt AU for years and I was finally able to locate a copy of their doujin! Ft a very grumpy kitten!Near