A Year Filled With Waiting (MattxMello) by LeatherxStripes, literature
Literature
A Year Filled With Waiting (MattxMello)
December 31st - 11:36 PM
A cigarette carton sat untouched on the shabby coffee table in front of him. The flickering light bulb that hung above the tattered couch he was seated on provided dim lighting, making it barely possible to make out the contents of the room.
Legs criss crossed on the couch cushion, he sat with his hands folded and resting in his lap. Tear tracks ran down his face; an obvious reminder that he had been crying not too long ago.
He was waiting. He's been waiting. Though, he did not exactly know what he was waiting for.
Gentle raindrops could be heard, a series of small pearls hitting the window not too far away. The w
JNRR Special: Final Piece by Alexhliel, literature
Literature
JNRR Special: Final Piece
Disclaimer: Have you seen all the other disclaimer's I have? Honestly?
AN: Well.... this started out as a slightly fluffy idea..... and well.... this is what came of it. Obviously this takes place after the epilogue..... but it is a oneshot, so time skips should be expected.....
Suggested Listening: You Always Believed by In This Moment; Lost In You by Three Days Grace; The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot by Brand New
-Final Piece-
Matt had just stepped out of the shower and grabbed for his towel, only to see that there was something sitting on the counter along with it. Puzzled, he picked it up with barely dry hands.
It was... a game cartr
'I don't blame you. I've never blamed you.'
'Shut up, Matt.'
'Don't. Don't be like that Mels, please don't.'
Matt's vision was foggy, like when his goggles were clouded over. Only, it was too bright for him to even be wearing them. He tried to look around, but he couln't focus. He knew Mello was beside him. Matt could feel the blond, in a way he never experienced before. It wasn't their hands of shoulders touching. He just... felt him there.
'Matt, where are we?'
'I don't know... everything's so... blurred.'
'I can't see anything at all. ...Just, don't leave me, okay?'
'I could never, Mels.'
Mello never really thought about what happe
A Problem pt2 - MxM -DeathNote by BlackRoses--x, literature
Literature
A Problem pt2 - MxM -DeathNote
I've tried everything.
I can't keep doing this anymore.
I feel like I'm lying to him, and I shouldn't be feeling like that at all. Not to him. Not to Matt.
Before I felt like this, I prayed every night; i've been doing more of it since the Kira case took off. Praying for L, for Kira's downfall or ultimate destruction, for Matt, even Near, just a little. Even if they don't believe, it helps me knowing i've attempted to keep them safe. But God; Matt!
L's gone. I still pray he's happy. Near's getting himself into dangerous shit, so I pray his calculating mind will predict the things it needs to. Though, I pray I'll get there first. Just to
I find it helps to think the lyrics more from Matt's POV than Mello's...just a preference I guess...
Normal = Normal POV
Bold = Song lyrics
Italics = flashbacks
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The apartment was quiet. Deathly silent, almost. The scuffling from the bedroom was quiet, but was disturbingly loud in the echoing walls of their home. The TV screen in the large living room flickered before a rectangle dominated the screen with "game paused" written over it. The headphones were removed from the ears of the red head, game controller clattering carelessly to the floor as knee joints popped as the gamer stood and str
Jacqueline by Franz Ferdinand-
Matt had an intensely frightening ability to return whatever emotion you showed with equal tenacity. He was a wonderfully perceptive individual, but Mello lived in constant fear of not being misunderstood.
Matt loved Mello, and so he locked that bit away. It was better when you never took anything seriously, anyway. So fucking hilarious. Do anything. Wont hurt, I promise. As long as you never ever leave.
He still frightened Mello, a little bit. Mello couldnt quite understand someone who wouldnt fight. He couldnt understand that Matt, the gamer boy, the striped one, his friend, had conv
Nicotine
I waited until I heard the shower turn on before sneaking over to the living room window. I opened it a crack and then paused again, giving the scent of Mello's shampoo time to fill the bathroom. It was vanilla supposedly the next best thing after chocolate. Not even Mello would be crazy enough to use chocolate-scented shampoo.
When I was sure I could get away with it undetected, I pulled a pack of Camels from my pocket, shook one out, and lit it. I took a drag and then glanced guiltily over my shoulder. But the bathroom door remained firmly closed, so I relaxed, inhaling again. Ah, bliss, I thought, being careful to tap the
Some Move (The Eighth Some Party Fic!)
There was a time, long ago, when elves and men lived together in alliance. But that time is over. All that once was is now lost, and many things that should not have been forgotten, have. In recent history, however, humanity has found something for itself.
It has found itself hopelessly obsessed with attractive, fictional, anime characters.
We now flip forward to a day sometime in the month of May 2008 that nobody has bothered to remember. It was refreshingly warm and breezy on this particular morning. In going against going against the usual, horrendously cheesy Y