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Roleplay blog for Mello from Death Note

[horreurscopes]

i would explain the lore but honestly. its funnier without context

[augenoben]

i have domesticity disease and its incurable

[gameswillbeplayed]

Mello’s dashboard tells him it’s nine minutes before his necessities arrive. He grabs an iced coffee out of his freezebox and it’s deliciously cold against his sweaty palm. He wonders if the twitchy guy - Matt, he supposes he should get used to thinking - will have scarpered off to a friend. All the better if he has the place to himself. He meets a wall of heat as he leaves the comfort of his air con, and unlocks the old creaky door.

The same queasy smell of old takeout greets him. Mello props the door open with some old boots and picks his way across the chaos that is his new living room, clutching his coffee like it can save him from the scene in front of him. He feels like the only clean thing in here. He stumbles over a half hidden empty tray of chocolates and gingerly avoids some boxers. He rushes to reopen the windows that were open this morning - clearly only because Matt had potential tenants visiting. Same with the mess, apparently. Now, he’s going to need to make a clear pathway to his room. He curses under his breath.

The door unlocks and Matt swears mid raid. It takes him a couple of more minutes to excuse himself from the game. (Not that he wants to see the weirdo, but he’d rather not get surprise stabbed during the first day of getting a new flatmate.)

Matt stands up, and immediately realises that the redbull and vodkas have, in fact, had an effect on him. He closes his eyes and stays still until the world stops spinning before preparing himself to face the living room.

The guy is moving his organised chaos in the now shared living space, and Matt throws a weak glare in his direction, his eyes glassy. 

“Tidyin’ up ain’t gonna lessen your rent,” he deadpans. Maybe the stabbing is okay if it’s not a surprise.

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

There are a lot of things Mello could do to the drunkard that slurs at him from the doorway. He needs this to work, though, so he tightens his grip on the practically brand new broom he found in the kitchen and rams it into an empty coke bottle and an overflowing basket of laundry. 

“Couldn’t find your keys? Or did you have a party while I was out, in celebration of getting a roommate who is willing to put up with the hovel you live in?” Mello asks sharply. He kicks a pile of thick books and watches them slide across the room. The top book slumps onto the floor with a meaty thunk, but the rest stay stacked. He’s already removed his jacket but feels the telltale tickle of sweet on his forehead and back.

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

Throws an empty coke can at the bastard. Mostly because Matt's not seen Mello move on his chair in the last 10minutes and he's pretty sure the other's fallen asleep while sat up and working again.

"Fuck!" The sharp crack of gunshot echoes through Mello's sleep-addled senses. He stares down and blinks stupidly at the bent coke can in his lap. His fist is still clutching his gun hard enough he can feel the telltale buzz of cramp coming on.

He looks up at the new hole in the wall.

Then clarity clicks into place.

His head snaps round to look for Matt. “You.”

[gameswillbeplayed]

whateverittakesflawlessly​:

Oh no Matt doesn’t. Mello lets go and leans back, scowling. He squirms away from Matt’s invasive fingers and tries to pin Matt’s arms above his head.

“I’ll piss on you if you don’t behave.” He threatens. It’s probably not going to work but who knows. Matt’s such a pain in the ass when he gets like this. Mello ignores the fact that it takes two to escalate things. He squeezes Matt’s wrists until his knuckles hurt.

“Wait.” Matt pauses his poking attack and stares at Mello. “Are you threatening me with pissing your fuckin’ pants?” and the absurdity of the idea makes Matt completely lose it, which coincidentally gets his wrists captured.

Matt will care about that after his laughing fit has calmed down.

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

Mello can feel his face heat right up. That is not how his threat was supposed to be taken and worse? He knows he walked straight into it. He needs a distraction for them both right now or he is going to… gah!

He lunges for Matt’s neck and sinks his teeth into the warm skin there. It’s exactly the kind of welcome distraction he needs. He tightens his grip on Matt’s wrists, lets his nails dig in as he sucks hard at Matt’s neck.

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

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continuing from here

@whateverittakesflawlessly

Fullon disagreed. Ding dong you're wrong

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Ding fucking dong I'll punch you in the nose

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

better geek than nerd

Bitch though

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

nerd

Fuckin bitchass geek

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

dork

bitchface

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whateverittakesflawlessly​:

Mello barks out a snarl - it was not a laugh - and bites Matt’s nose. He locks on with a steady pressure. Matt won’t be able to shove him off without risking his nose going with Mello. Mello wipes broken bits of crisp on Matt’s shirt and makes a blind grab for the offending hand.

“Bith!” He tries to say around Matt’s stupid nose.

Not a laugh Matt’s ass. Matt takes the snarl as a win, even if it means his nose is captured.

“Y’know I could just blow my nose right into your mouth,” he grins, although the message might be a bit muffled considering Mello’s, you know, biting his fucking nose. Matt slaps Mello’s hand and goes for another probe on his sides with his other hand.

“You should just give up.”

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

Oh no Matt doesn’t. Mello lets go and leans back, scowling. He squirms away from Matt’s invasive fingers and tries to pin Matt’s arms above his head.

“I’ll piss on you if you don’t behave.” He threatens. It’s probably not going to work but who knows. Matt’s such a pain in the ass when he gets like this. Mello ignores the fact that it takes two to escalate things. He squeezes Matt’s wrists until his knuckles hurt.

[gameswillbeplayed]

(continuing from here )

@whateverittakesflawlessly

It doesn’t seem like anything he says gets across to Mello, Matt thinks. That is until Mello responds to him and Matt checks his bank accounts on his own phone.

What the actual fuck. He didn’t give the guy his details, yet the money is definitely on his account. Matt gives the guy another nervous once-over. This is how the first five minutes of a horror film go down, right? Something is wrong but other than the other guy looking like he could kill him in two seconds and then order takeout, Matt can’t put his finger on it, and being scary isn’t exactly against the law.

Every fiber of his being fighting against him, Matt walks to Mello and gives him the spare set of keys, only breathing freely once the weirdo is out of his doorway.

Their doorway, he supposes.

A red bull and vodka later (and another waiting to be downed next to him), Matt is typing out to his guild mates.

'So, the good news is, I got a flatmate, I think.'

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

Mello’s dashboard tells him it’s nine minutes before his necessities arrive. He grabs an iced coffee out of his freezebox and it’s deliciously cold against his sweaty palm. He wonders if the twitchy guy - Matt, he supposes he should get used to thinking - will have scarpered off to a friend. All the better if he has the place to himself. He meets a wall of heat as he leaves the comfort of his air con, and unlocks the old creaky door.

The same queasy smell of old takeout greets him. Mello props the door open with some old boots and picks his way across the chaos that is his new living room, clutching his coffee like it can save him from the scene in front of him. He feels like the only clean thing in here. He stumbles over a half hidden empty tray of chocolates and gingerly avoids some boxers. He rushes to reopen the windows that were open this morning - clearly only because Matt had potential tenants visiting. Same with the mess, apparently. Now, he’s going to need to make a clear pathway to his room. He curses under his breath.

[gameswillbeplayed]

what kind of hot are you

friend you have a weird rivalry with hot you are always fighting to show you’re better. always seeing who can run faster, talk louder, be stronger. you both whirl to face eachother after every test, showing off the bright red numbers at the top of the page. when you beat them by a couple points, the “jokingly” smug look on your face makes them huff and turn away, give you a friendly punch to the shoulder that might leave a bruise. when you lose 90 to their 96, the bitter spark of jealousy in the pit of your stomach reminds you to study harder. you’ll best them next time. sometimes this rivalry gets messy though, and for some reason you both tend to crush on the same person, hurting eachother to compete for their affection. though you always end up forgetting the crushes, and making up. whats some random fling compared to your friendship anyway?

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tagging @whateverittakesflawlessly , @nearriver , @mellodiies , @caustic-c

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

Lololol absolute dorks <3

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whateverittakesflawlessly​:

Mello closes his eyes and exhales gruffly. It’s not like he particularly wants Matt to leave. It makes his work go a lot smoother though. He leans back to eye Matt over his shoulder.

“Go buy me a coffee first.”

He can at least finish up while Matt’s away. Then he might as well begin on the case if Matt’s going to hang around pestering him. And maybe the break will sort out Matt’s hormone levels. If not, Matt’s going under the desk or Mello will chase him out the building himself.

An exaggerated sigh and an eye roll to no-one in particular later Matt turns around and takes the coffee as an excuse to get some space and calm the fuck down. It’s not his fault. Mello gets under his skin, and the other alien bastards give Mello an excuse to throw his weight around whenever he so decides.

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20 minutes and an espresso shot later, Matt opens the door to Mello’s study without knocking, waltzes to his desk and drops the flat white with extra shot next to Mello. He’s calmed down, he thinks, but gods know that Mello can change that with one look if he so chooses. Matt sits backwards on the guest chair and takes a sip of his take-away cup, curiously staring at Mello.

“Gonna tell me what I’ve done this time yet?”

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

Mello is not nearly as wrapped up and finished as he’d like when he hears Matt’s lazy shuffle down the corridor. He’s not surprised when Matt just waltzes in. There’s no one around, so he can’t really chastise him. They have a deal of sorts, after all. Mello carefully takes the cup to his lips, coffee leaving a hot trail down his throat. A few burning mouthfuls later and he feels it chasing his headache clean away. He hums into the plastic top.

“Just how I like it. Atta boy.” He smirks over at Matt. “It’s actually a Vulture who’s Chosen you might remember. You pissed him off too. He was apparently in the mafia you had a run in with. Well, his Master also happens to be the one whose son you blew up.”

Mello lets that sink in.

[gameswillbeplayed]

@whateverittakesflawlessly

continuing from here

"Seriously?"

The channel change doesn't come as a surprise but it still is annoying. It's the last episode of the fucking season, and Matt was using at least third of his attention on the show goddamnit. Also, no-one needs to know the weather. Matt is halfway into throwing a good glare at Mello when the bastard moves towards --- oh hell nah.

Matt bounces himself up from the couch faster than by all logic should be possible considering the last time he moved his legs at all was definitely hours ago, spilling the half empty, family sized crisp packet all over the couch. He also immediately trips towards the beer can because shit, the pins and needles on his legs are violent.

No matter, he's taking Mello down with him. Matt grabs Mello's coat with both his hands and tugs him aggressively towards the ground. Justice, motherfucker.

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

Mello’s still reaching for the can as Matt grabs him. The can wobbles as Mello brushes it with his fingertips on the way down - damnit, almost. His breath is knocked out of him as he lands on Matt’s chest. There’s a dull pain where the remote digs into his ribs.

“You sonofabitch!”

Mello quickly scans the area for a weapon. He makes a swipe for a fallen crisp and smooshes it into Matt’s face in a crumbly, salty mess.

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Mello's fall gets a muffled 'ugh' out of Matt and the edges of the crisp hurt more than he would've ever expected, but not enough for him to stop smirking.

"'s what you get for playing dirty," he replies, crossing his legs around Mello's to stop him from escaping. God, the pins and needles are killing him. Before Mello has a chance to reply, he pokes him in the sides. Gonna be ticklish today, fucker?

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

Mello barks out a snarl - it was not a laugh - and bites Matt’s nose. He locks on with a steady pressure. Matt won’t be able to shove him off without risking his nose going with Mello. Mello wipes broken bits of crisp on Matt’s shirt and makes a blind grab for the offending hand.

“Bith!” He tries to say around Matt’s stupid nose.

[gameswillbeplayed]

continuing from here

The motherfucker passes out. Of course he does. Mello is nothing if not an absolute headache at all possible situations. Matt drives the car through the incredibly sturdy looking gates, hoping to fuck that whoever Mello is having as help will not decide that Matt won't be allowed to leave - the security here looks uncomfortably good.

He quickly parks the car and gets Mello out of the car, struggling slightly less than he expected. Mello is smaller than he looks when the fucker is up and roaring, but he is still a grown ass adult and Matt is not exactly a body builder. With more effort than he wanted to spend today he gets Mello through the main door, waiting for whoever has somehow won over the bastard's trust.

"Might need a hand here," he shouts back upstairs.

@whateverittakesflawlessly

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

“Riiight!” Louise grunts and launches herself down the stairs.

Mello is out cold, slumped over some guy’s shoulder. It feels like someone’s just dumped a hard lump of ice into her stomach. Drying blood crusts up Mello’s face, dirty red streaks disappearing under his chin.

“Oh Jesus motherfucking CHRIST, Mello!” Louise dives under Mello’s other arm and effortlessly guides them towards the couch in the reception room. Hardly ideal but it’s the closest soft place. “The FUCK has he been doing?”

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Getting Mello onto the couch is much easier with help, and Matt sighs in relief once he gets rid of the half-dead weight. She sounds like she actually cares about the bastard, and Matt gives her a once-over to see what kind of person would actually win Mello's trust.

"We... Well, he, I guess. Got ambushed." If Mello trusts this chick while he's half dead Matt assumes she knows more than the generic grunt.

"I think the guy got away. My fault." And Matt slumps down on a chair next to Mello, the adrenaline rush he's been running on losing its affect now that he's gotten them to the destination.

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

“Ugh, this asshole needs to stop pissing off the entire city.” Louise grumbles as she checks out Mello’s vitals. His pulse is fine this time, that’s good. It’s faint but regular, not like the staccato mess of the last time he overused. She’d say he got lucky, but, knowing him, it was calculated enough.

Oh right, the grunt. She squints down at him. He seems ok. “You hurt?”

[gameswillbeplayed]

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The not-so-subtle satisfaction and vague words from Mello don't make Matt feel any more secure - although at least with Mello he generally knows what the worst possible outcome would look like. He lowers his arms again, throws a weak glare at the other.

"Appreciate the help," he grumbles back, looking far from appreciative.

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“You have no-one to blame but yourself.” Mello chides. “Now, I have work to do and you stink of fuckable, so kindly get under my desk or get out.”

Mello swivels back round to his desk. Gods, he’s going to need to come up with a convincing case once he’s done here. That isn’t exactly the problem. The beastly arsehole they’ll be up against, however, is. Why did Matt have to piss off all the big shots? There’s practically a queue of them, all desperately scraping together proof of Matt’s revolutionary sins.

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Matt swallows down a response to Mello's first comment, the annoyance melting into embarrassment and, well.

He avoids thinking about whatever it is that he's feeling and bites his teeth together, gives a glance at the desk that he's gotten to know better than he'd like to admit. Matt is half-willing to give into the temptation.

"Fuck off," he finally grumbles back, although there's barely any bite in his words. "Who's annoyed by my existence this time 'round?"

[whateverittakesflawlessly]

Mello closes his eyes and exhales gruffly. It’s not like he particularly wants Matt to leave. It makes his work go a lot smoother though. He leans back to eye Matt over his shoulder.

“Go buy me a coffee first.”

He can at least finish up while Matt’s away. Then he might as well begin on the case if Matt’s going to hang around pestering him. And maybe the break will sort out Matt’s hormone levels. If not, Matt’s going under the desk or Mello will chase him out the building himself.