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Not me calling Mihael MELLO because I kinda forgot his name

(@ask-the-mafia-boy)

This is a pretty serious post. SO I'm pretty concerned about what happened between Mello (@ask-the-mafia-boy) and Matt (@ask-gamerboy). I'm ALSO extremely worried for their godmothers. I know Mello's godmother, Sasaki. (@ask-miss-lady-sasaki) I also know exactly what happened those years ago. Allow me to explain. It was July. I was pretty busy, and had just started working as an art teacher. Then L texted me on AIM that Mello was extremely hurt and needed a stitch. So I flew ALL THE WAY to Winchester to see what was going on, and even bought a get well soon bouquet. It was a wound right under his right eye, right above his cheek. I think it was like- 4 centimetres long.

Apparently, Matt and Mello were drinking for the first time. Matt just swang a glass bottle at the wall and a glass shard flew in Mello's face when they were partying. NOTHING was intentional. It was an accident. Matt was so drunk he nearly passed out. Some kind strangers helped him flag a taxi home, and he woke up in the taxi, so he had no idea what happened. Mello, however, just stayed in the hospital for five days. He had the permission to tell people what had happened, but he chose not to. That's all I heard. Hope it clears up the situation.

Sit Down.

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Lacey and Mello are the bestest of friends now

i also put some headcanons there ^_^ !!

do NOT ask where Lacey's other hand/arm is i didnt draw it because i suck at poses 😓

more digital art!! its mello. But i was bored of drawing him in his canon clothes cuz ive done that a million times before, so i came up with this :3

the hardest part was the skull tbh

I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF

So let’s talk about Mello.

Small, tiny, alone Mello. 

Mello who was not yet Mello, but a little boy named Mihael Keehl. Let’s talk about how he used to get so excited for his birthday each year because it meant that soon there would be gifts for good boys and girls on Christmas Eve. 

Mello who spent his first birthday without his parents hiding under his blankets at Wammy’s House, trying desperately to barter with God. Mello who promised to be the best little boy in the whole wide world if St. Nicholas would just bring his parents home on Christmas Eve. 

Mello throwing himself into homework, tests, learning anything and everything he could get his hands onto. Trying to make himself the best little boy in the whole wide world to hold up his end of the bargain, just in case God and St. Nicholas conspired to make his dreams come true.

Mello realizing that St. Nicholas is a myth, but still desperately believing that God would provide, even in his darkest hour.

Mello hearing, “L is dead”

Mello changing his bargain. If he can’t be the best little boy in the world, he’ll be the toughest. The smartest. The bravest. He’ll do anything and everything to take down L’s murderer, if only God would just bring L back on Christmas Eve.

Mello forgetting his 15th birthday altogether. Mello making his wish belatedly, just days before Christmas, between running drugs for cash through muddy back alleyways, the slush of winter sticking to his boots.

Mello fighting for his life, but wishing for L’s life. His parents’ lives. Wishing for his own life back, a steady life full of schedules instead of uncertainty. Mello washing his hands, never quite scrubbing away the filth of the streets. Mello shivering on his own, no shelter some nights and scary shelter on others.

Mello rising up, becoming more powerful with each passing day. Becoming tougher, smarter, braver. Becoming better every day. Learning the rules of the underworld. Learning manipulation, bribery, thievery. 

Mello forgetting how to wish altogether.

more idk doodles of my still unfinished AO3 fanfic 🙏

how 2 get motivated

I made a playlist for Matt! I have one for mello as well, but I'm posting this one first cause I'm doing a photoshoot later.

So here are the tracks and why I added them!

[MOST OF MY REASONS ARE BASED OFF OF MY OWN OPINIONS AND HEADCANONS]

Modern Day Cain [IDKHOW] - I personally headcanon Matt as the type of person to outwardly not care but is extremely observant. He watches the world burn.

I Hope I'm Not Sick [Loveless] - To me, Matt is the kind of person who will suffer in silence and refuse to ask for help. His mind spirals, thinking up different reasons and causes of why he feels the way he does.

FVKD [NateWantsToBattle & Kellin Quinn] - similar reason to the last one- I also just think he's emo.

Kids in the Dark [NateWantsToBattle] - I headcanon that he and Mello were partners in crime back at Whammy's, them against the world.

Drop it Like [Lotus Juice] - Man's Tokyo Drifting in his Camaro. That is all.

Precious [Starbenders] - So this is a cover of a Depeche Mode song- but I feel the lyrics fit how he might have felt when Mello left.

Red Carpet Massacre [Duran Duran] - This song feels like LA to me- where I headcanon Matt met Mello again.

I Don't Want To Fall In Love [She Wants Revenge] - The person of Matt I envision plays bass- and She Wants Revenge is a good band for bass. Also this sounds like something he'd drive to.

IS IT ME [Loveless] - Again. Emo. Or also him coming down from being high. Either way works.

Toxic in You [Palaye Royale] - I feel that Matt has always admired Mello, no matter how angsty he is. Like he'd follow him through hell and back.

I MISS 2003 [AS IT IS] - It's nothing unusual to think that he's a reckless driver- this one is another one I think would be in his driving playlist.

Eleanor Rigby [Palaye Royale] - Another cover, but I think this one would be a backing track to him finding his path before meeting Mello again.

Loose Cannon [Set It Off] - Mett seems pretty chill, but if you hurt who he cares about or take advantage of him, hoo boy. You're dead. Not even a pretty death either. His Camaro's red for a reason.

Playing With Bad Luck [Set It Off] - There are a lot of driving songs in this playlist, I think this one fits his 45 seconds of screen time though.

Nightmares in Paradise [The Relentless] - This song, to me, sounds like him and Mello stalking Misa. Don't know why, don't care to know why.

Love the Void [Palaye Royale] - This song sounds like what would play in a montage of him getting high, coming down, questioning everything while playing Call of Duty, and getting high again.

Swan Song [Set It Off] - Really, this one sounds like a montage of him and Mello stalking, recording, and gathering evidence. Either in his car or in the apartment.

Don't Feel Quite Right [Palaye Royale] - Matt is pretty attractive, and he knows it. Taking the music video for this song into account, I feel like Matt was hit on a lot by random women.

The Great Depression [AS IT IS] - This song just sounds like the New Age of Kira. And it's my idea of Matt's style.

Plastic Promises [Set It Off] - Maybe when Mello called, he was on his last thread with his girlfriend. Maybe Mello calling was what he needed to escape a bad situation on both ends.

Bad Guy [Set It Off] - His last scene. That is all.

War Crimes [Waterparks] - Same reason as Bad Guy.

TANTRUM [Waterparks] - Maybe he was willing to do anything for his girlfriend before the situation turned sour. Maybe he was ready to do anything for her.

Rollin' [Lotus Juice] - Drag racing in the desert. Simple as that.

The Coast is Where Home Is [AS IT IS] - I headcanon he sees LA as home. As someone who grew up in LA, I don't see the appeal. But hey, home's home.

Alone [Sleeping With Sirens & MGK] - I headcanon he has attachment issues, possibly caused by Mello leaving Whammy's House. I think being around people helps him feel less like a lone satellite.

The Wounded World [AS IT IS] - This whole album feels like the New Age of Kira, especially with the music videos with stories.

Sugar We're Goin Down [Fall Out Boy] - I can totally see him as a FOB fan. 10000%.

Death Valley [Fall Out Boy] - This song feels exactly like the video from The Youngblood Chronicles. But he's in a car. A red car.

Props & Mayhem [Pierce The Veil] - Dealing with depression by getting high. With great intelligence come great sorrow.

Bedless [Pierce The Veil] - It could be how he felt seeing Mello again. After five years, seeing his best friend, partner in crime.

The Boy Who Could Fly [Pierce The Veil] - Maybe when he was in a bad situation with his girlfriend, he would go to clubs to escape. Gambling, drinking, smoking. Using his vices in a different environment.

Black Sheep [Palaye Royale] - He was the offset of the Elites in Whammy's. Extremely intelligent but mischievous. Played video games rather than studying. Messed with Roger, Mello by his side.

You'll Be Fine [Palaye Royale] - More street races, I feel racing was a way to make him feel something.

No Love In LA [Palaye Royale] - Just as the title suggests. There's no such thing as love in LA.

Absinthe [IDKHOW] - Matt can be intimidating, even unintentionally. His sharp gaze observing every detail. He knows how to manipulate people to get what he wants.

Mad IQs [IDKHOW] - He knew early on that he couldn't compare to Near and Mello. So he just observed.

Dial Tones [AS IT IS] - He missed Mello like a lung during those five years of no contact. The only thing in common were dial tones.

Empire (Let Them Sing) [Bring Me The Horizon] - He doesn't care about the Kira Case, he's only helping because Mello asked. But he'll see this through to the end. His end.

And the Snakes Start to Sing [Bring Me The Horizon] - The end is nearing, he knows it. They both know it. They're ready to close this case, even if it means dying.

LAST CIGARETTE [MOTHICA & Au/Ra] - He knows he's only there to help Mello. But seeing his best friend again after five years feels too good to let go.

SENSITIVE [MOTHICA] - Matt doesn't get angry often, he keeps his emotions under wraps. But he is always collecting data. Visually, audibly, scientifically. He notes everything.

Party Poison [My Chemical Romance] - If this song doesn't sound like an upbeat car chase, you're listening to it wrong.

Ghost [Sleeping With Sirens] - Maybe his situation with his girlfriend had gone so far astray, that they didn't interact other than arguing. Maybe they both got so high so often all they did was lay boneless.

Left Alone [Sleeping With Sirens] - Maybe Mello kept pressing him for answers of why he's different, why he's like a phantom at times. Maybe Matt yelled at him to leave it alone.

Smoke and Guns [NateWantsToBattle] - Matt went to bars and clubs, just to be around people. He was a regular. Almost every night, a different girl would try to hook up with him. Almost every night, he turned them down.

I'd Love to Break It to You [NateWantsToBattle] - What if Mello would get so lost in his own head that Matt had to shove him to bring him back to the land of the living.

Catch Me If You Can [Set It Off] - Another one that sounds like a car chase. Or just him and Mello sneaking around spying on people.

Want [Set It Off] - Maybe he's distant by nature, breaking hearts before his can be broken first. Noticing the signs of someone crushing on him and adjusting his character to make their feelings dissipate.

Beretta's are so pretty, plus they're such a smooth shot - got to be my favourite handgun I've shot

Mello’s Beretta

Can you do one “dating mello” please?

Dating Mello <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : hopefully this is okay! :3 (…peep dawn and hyuna)

rrrr mister first name mello last name deathnote I need to do unholy things to this man.

guys

i drew mello

this took me two damn months.

is mello my favourite character because he's really cool or is mello my favourite character because I relate to him a little too much

Grand Masterlist + a little bit about me!

This will lead you to all of my masterlists, and teach you a little bit about me.

PLEASE READ THIS FULL THING!! THANK YOU!!

Started: 4/14/22

Last Updated: 10/3/24

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You can call me J. My pronouns are she/they, I’m 20 years old, and I’m a giant nerd. I have a side blog where I write my own oc works, so if you like what you see here, you might like what you see over at @jwritesstuff4! I also have a side blog dedicated to slashers called @slasherx! Hope to see you there!

I'm currently in college, and I am only one person, so my requests may come out slow. Please be patient with me!

My DM's are always open! Just shoot me a message if you have a question, request, or just wanna talk! :D

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Transformers

Creepypasta

Attack on Titan

Yu-Gi-Oh!

Castlevania (Netflix)

My Hero Academia (requests closed indefinitely)

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (requests closed indefinitely)

Death note

Demon Slayer (requests closed indefinitely)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Resident Evil

Marvel

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Tell me: fandom (I do Death Note, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan, Fullmetal Alchemist and Creepypasta), gender preference, personality, likes, dislikes, description of yourself I am not doing smut matchups. These matchups are purely romantic.

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What I will write: Fluff, NSFW, SFW, poly, mlm, wlw, gender neutral, etc.

What I wont write: Oc x canon, canon x canon, pedophilia, suicide, extreme kinks, more than four characters in something (it just becomes too much), being drugged, drugging someone else, homophobia, or racism.

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Thank you, and request away if you’d like <3

Death Note Masterlist

Started: 7/16/22

Last Updated: 10/10/22

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L Lawliet

-My Beacon of Light | L Lawliet x F!Reader comfort

-Comorting Touches | L Lawliet x F!Reader comfort 2

-Vows | Self-insert | angst

-L with a S/O who bakes

-Kodoku | L x fem!reader | angst

-L x gn!baker!Reader -F!S/O has a nightmare | Angst, Fluff

Light Yagami

Relationship HC's | gn!Reader | Angst, Fluff

Mello

-Trans!Mello x fem!Reader | SMUT -Mello x fem!Reader | Angst -Jealous/Possessive!Mello x fem!Reader | Angst, Fluff -Getting f!S/O a kitten | Fluff

Matt

-Nothing here yet!

Near

-Nothing here yet!

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Tell me: fandom (I do Death Note, Genshin Impact, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan, Fullmetal Alchemist and Creepypasta), gender preference, personality, likes, dislikes, description of yourself I am not doing smut matchups. These matchups are purely romantic.

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What I will write: Fluff, NSFW, SFW, poly, mlm, gender neutral, etc.

What I will NOT write: Characters not included, pedophilia, suicide, extreme kinks, more than four characters in a scenario, being drugged, drugging someone else, homophobia, or racism.

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Here is my Grand Masterlist, where all of my fandoms are listed.

Be sure to include: Gender of reader (I do male, female, and gender neutral), plot, character(s) you want (no more than four characters per ask), and what specifically you want (fluff, angst, smut, etc.)

Thank you, and request away if you’d like <3

Vows | Self-insert | Angst

I’ve been having a block. So have this as an apology.

Based off the song: Bleed for Me — Crape

~*~*~*

Content: I’m using a self-insert (J) instead of (Y/n) for this one because I can’t imagine this being an x reader. But J is still reader-ish so whatever. I also just need to write this out and put this SOMEWHERE. Forgive me <3

Warnings: Heavy character death, aggressiveness, spoiler warning for Death Note

Notes: Y’all don’t gotta read this if you don’t wanna. It wont hurt my feelings at all. I just need to get something written or I’m gonna explode. I’m blanking on ALL of my requests. I’m also throwing you into this. Also also, if the format is weird, its cause im on my phone. It’s also 3:37 am where I am.

Some info on J: She grew up with L in the orphanage. Later got into a relationship with and married L. Adopted Matt, Mello and Near with him later on.

~*~*~*

J sat, in shock. Her eyes wide as she stared at the news screen. It felt like she wasn’t breathing, that her heart stopped. She honestly wished it had.

It was almost as if Kira had gotten her.

The news report showed a car. A red one. One she didn’t recognize, but she recognized the driver. The car was littered with bullet holes, the class broken and shattered. A body laid limp against it, a young man. He was in the same shape as his car, but with blood all over him.

His own blood.

She knew that young man. Tears began to gather at her eyes, her hands began to shake, and she finally felt herself breathe. But it hurt. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to live.

The young man was her son, Matt.

“Mom?” Her youngest son, Near, called from the floor behind her. “Are you alright?”

She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to turn to Near and have him see her in this state. He was old enough to, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to see it.

Near got up and carefully stepped over his toys at his mothers silence. He was able to see the news. He knew he just lost his brother. He wrapped his arms around his mother, pressing his face into her hunched over back.

J finally began to break down and cry into her hands. Matt was gone, and Mello was who knows where. They were always inseparable, but she couldn’t help but worry for her eldest son.

Losing one son was enough. It felt as if her whole world was crashing. Again.

She’d already lost her husband four years ago — how much more loss can she take?

She twisted her body to hold Near. J wanted to comfort her son as much as Near wanted to comfort his mother. Near never hated his brothers, even though they ganged up on him after L practically chose Near.

J sobbed into Near’s shoulder. Near kept calm, but so desperately wanted to call out for his brother. J wanted it to be a prank, a stupid, very elaborate one that Matt would always pull.

But he would never get back up again. He would never pull another prank on them again. J’s lungs seized at that thought, making her crying worse. Matt was gone, and he was never going to come back home.

~*~*~*

A few hours later, J was getting off the phone with the police and making arrangements to have Matt’s body transported to England for his funeral. Her eyes puffy, mouth dry, and throat sore.

Anthony and Gevanni grimaced at the sight. In the time they’d known J, she was not one to cry. She was always a very quiet, stoic, yet verbally aggressive woman. If Near had brown hair, they’d think he was her biological son.

Gevanni handed her a glass of water. “If there is anything you need, just let me know, okay?”

She nodded to the raven haired man. “Thank you.”

Gevanni nodded and comfortingly rubbed the woman’s back for a moment before turning to Near on the floor. He’d been more quiet since Matt died. He had no idea that Near had brothers. All Gevanni knew of his family was his mother, and that his father died four years ago in Japan from Kira.

“Near, are you—“

J’s cellphone rang. She picked it up and saw it was Halle. Halle was tailing after Mello when he took Kiyomi Takada. She’d lost sight of him for a while before, J guessed she’d found him now.

“Halle, did you find—“

“Miss, I…I’m so sorry.”

J assumed she meant about Matt. But then she realized, Halle wasn’t here when J told Gevanni and Anthony about Matt. Her heart suddenly dropped to her stomach again.

“What…what do you mean?” Her voice grew shaky, earning the attention of Near.

“Mello, I…he…Takada, too…” Halle seemed to be traumatized. “They…they…”

“Spit it out, Linder!” J snapped, feeling tears gather up again. “What happened?!”

“Mello and Takada…are dead.”

For the second time that day, J felt everything shatter. For the second time today, she was rendered into a shock. Her grip on the phone was so tight she was sure she’d break it. Near thought her eyes were so wide that they’d pop out of her head.

“Mom? What happened.”

“M-Mello…” She slowly turned to look at her son. “Mello’s dead, too.”

~*~*~*

J had never gripped a counter so hard in her life. Her nails dug into the material. Her face wet from the sink water, brown hair draping over her face. The guilt swamped her head.

Four years ago, Mello and Matt had landed in Japan in secret to help the Kira case behind L’s back. J usually kept her cases as far away from her children as possible, but Mello is— was a very stubborn man. Never took no as an answer. And Matt never stood for being left behind, so he tagged along.

J had no choice but to let them do it.

After L died, just after his funeral, Mello and Matt wanted to officially join the task force. J refused, said she’d stay in the orphanage and help. Mello then wanted to join some antagonist group to counter Kira and fight him. J fought him on that decision, they had an argument, and Mello took off with Matt. That had been the last time she’d seen Matt, and the last time she’d seen Mello until he came to retrieve his picture.

‘I didn’t even get to say goodbye.’

J let out a whimper before sinking to her knees. She pushed her knees to her chest, feeling the guilt continue to swim around her.

‘L…L, I failed. I failed our children, I failed you.’

She let out a sob before putting her head down, crying for the third time that day. It had been about a week since she buried her two sons next to their father, L, and grandfather, Wammy. Roger had tried to offer support, but it honestly meant nothing to her.

She appreciated the older man, but she needed to go through this process alone.

‘But what about my only surviving son?’

Near’s face flashed in her mind. Her eyes shot open. Suddenly, J became terrified that she’d lose Near next. Her grief and guilt quickly turned to anger. She narrowed her eyes, still crying.

‘No. I may have failed L, Mello and Matt, but I will not fail Near. He needs me now more than ever.’

With newfound definitiveness, she stood and finally turned the sink off. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like shit, as one would if they lost their husband and two eldest sons.

There, J made two vows. The first being she would catch Kira, even if it meant she’d lose her life next. It was better than Near dying. J would not allow her only family left to die. She needed to remember L’s take on the case.

Light Yagami. He was the suspect.

‘Light Yagami,’ J growled to herself. ‘I will rip you, and anyone you love, to goddamn shreds. That I vow.’

Light Yagami would feel the same pain J felt. She was sure of it.

Kodoku [こどく] | Angst | L x Fem!Reader

Told y’all I’d do it.

こどく (Ko-do-ku) — loneliness; isolation

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Content: So, this isn’t REALLY an L x reader…you’ll figure it out once you start reading :(

Warnings: Suicide, major character death, murder, mentions of murder, heavy depression themes, abandoned child

Notes: This probably wont be the only thing I’ll write to this song, so stay tuned. Kasumi belongs to a friend of mine, whereas Cade and Miriam belong to me.

~*~*~*

(Y/n) glared Light down as Matsuda had shot him. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest — it was finally over. Everything her husband and sons and herself had worked towards, was about to finally come to an end.

Aizawa and Ide moved to stop Matsuda from killing him, but (Y/n) just continued to glare Light down. For so long her husband had his suspicions, ones that (Y/n) shared. But before now, they never had any proof.

Behind them, Mikami panicked and thrust his pen into his stomach, blood spurting out. She didn’t bother to look at the ‘X-Kira.’

“Gevanni, Rester.” (Y/n) called out to the men, almost boredly.

“Right!”

“On it!”

The two men rushed to stop Mikami, as well as Aizawa and Ide, but everyone knew he was a goner.

“Mother?” Near looked up.

“Hand me the notebook.” (Y/n) held her hand out expectantly, not looking away from Light.

Near nodded and handed her the note and a pen. Light used the distraction to get up and stumble, almost drunkenly, out of the warehouse. Matsuda yelled out for him, but once he was out of sight, (Y/n) gave chase.

She didn’t know what Near would do to hold the others back, or if they’d even obey his orders. But all she knew was she was going to get her revenge for her husband and two sons.

Light heard the second pair of footsteps behind him and looked, then screamed out at the sight of (Y/n). He didn’t try to negotiate like usual, she figured it was because he wanted to save energy in case he somehow survived.

Light led her to an abandoned warehouse, he clearly had no idea where he was going.

“Light Yagami.” (Y/n) spoke with a definitive voice.

Light, panicked, looked behind him.

“I once believed we were friends. Or, partially.” She took a step towards him, making him take one back. “But then you took my husband, my sons, and so many other people.”

B flashed in her mind. Kasumi flashed in her mind. Takada, too. Soichiro, even if not directly. She narrowed her eyes even more.

“You’ve ripped everything to shreds. You’ve created chaos, not order. You are no God. You never will be.”

“S-So what’re you going to do?! Kill me?!” Light pants, screaming.

“Maybe. If this notebook is truly the real deal.” She opens it, then looks back at Light. “What do you think of that, Light? This is my perfect victory.”

She wrote his name down in the note, and Light’s eyes widened in realization. She had heard him, at L’s funeral. He could feel his left arm growing numb.

“Thats right,” (Y/n) moved to stand over him, her hair framing her face, the light streaming in from the sunset making her look even more terrifying to the young man.

And with a voice that, to Light, sounded like it had L’s in sync with hers, spoke to him.

“I win.”

Light then could no longer speak. His chest felt tight, like he couldn’t breathe, and it burned. It burned a lot. Tears welled up in his eyes as (Y/n) continued to glare at him. He could’ve sworn that L, Mello and Matt surrounded the (hair color) woman, looking down at him.

(Y/n) watched Light Yagami die slowly. As he was still dying, she sighed and sat next to him on the stairs, bringing her knees up to her chest. She could hear Light’s labored breathing. Her own tears welled up in her eyes.

(Y/n) and Light both went through memories of the task force together four years ago, but each for their respective reasons. Light, because he didn’t know what he did wrong, and maybe felt a twinge of guilt. But a little bit of guilt didn’t stop him in the past. For (Y/n), it was the nostalgia.

When she finally looked back at Light Yagami, he was still, his eyes glazed over and body stiff, just as her husband had been when he died in her arms. Clenching her eyes shut to keep from crying, she rested her chin on her knees.

“Did you see that, L…? Mello, Matt…?” She sobbed into her knees. “We won. We finally…fucking won…”

(Y/n), now feeling more alone than ever, sobbed harshly. Yes, the case was done. She’d gotten her revenge. But now she felt strangely…empty. She wont be able to share the fruits of her victory with those she lost.

She didn’t know how long she sobbed and cried out for, but it was night by the time Aizawa had put a hand on her shoulder and told her it was time to leave.

“Will you be alright, (Y/n)-chan?” Matsuda asked softly, watching the paramedics take Light’s body away.

“…maybe one day.” (Y/n) followed Matsuda’s line of sight.

Matsuda and (Y/n) shared a long hug and many crying sessions that night. Even with Matsuda, Near, Rester, Gevanni, Linder, Ide, Aizawa and Mogi, she felt alone.

When she crawled into bed that night, it was like she had lost L all over again. The pain jabbed and tore through her heart like a knife— no, a sword. It was so painful, and (Y/n) wondered for a moment if thats what Light had felt before dying.

~*~*~*

In the days following the solving of the Kira case; Misa Amane had killed herself, Mogi transferred to work in the United States, while Aizawa, Ide and Matsuda stayed as policemen in Japan. Near and (Y/n) went back to Wammy’s house in England, where they held Mello’s and Matt’s funerals. Rester, Gevanni and Linder stayed in the United States to help Mogi.

They had been buried next to L. It was a rough day for everyone.

(Y/n) now leaned against the doorframe of Matt and Mello’s old room. It was left exactly how it was before they ran away. Furniture gathering layers of dust, old consoles and games Matt was unable to take with him were left behind, the TV needed a good dusting, and the curtains hadn’t been opened in forever.

Above the nightstand, which was situated between their beds, (Y/n) saw an old photo of all of them together as a family. L in his weird sitting position with Near and his favorite Iron Man toy in his lap, (Y/n) standing next to him while Mello and Matt stand in front of her. They all seemed really happy.

She was supposed to go through their initial stuff and decide what to do with it. Roger would have done it himself, but he “wouldn’t want to intrude, ma’am.”

She started with their nightstand. That would be the least painful, right? Their dressers were still hastily open, some old clothing hanging over the edges. (Y/n) pulled one of the drawers out. A lot of it was papers filled with studies, mainly Mello’s more than Matt’s.

(Y/n) chuckled. “I forgot that Matt was only studying hard until becoming L’s successor was optional…”

She couldn’t remember how many times she’d come into the room to tell Matt to turn his games off, and that it was late. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to do that one last time.

Feeling the tears prick her eyes again, she continued. The first drawer held nothing but scraps of paper that will never be used again. The second drawer however, was filled with drawings Matt and Mello did when they were kids.

Picking up the first one carefully, (Y/n) smiled softly at the image. It was, from left to right; L, (Y/n), Mello, Matt and Near. Everyone was labelled.

That was it. Drawings upon drawings of the family, when Matt and Mello were kids. (Y/n) kept a hand to her mouth as she sobbed.

“Mom…?” Near spoke softly. “Roger said you’d be in here…”

“Oh, Near, honey…” She sniffled and rubbed the tears from her eyes.

Near wordlessly moved forward and hugged her. He had been hurting, too, he just didn’t know how to show it. He let his mom sob into his little frame, making him want to cry. But, he held himself back and didn’t.

“I came to get you because we have someone new today…” Near whispered. “He’s outside with his mom. She wants to speak with you directly.”

(Y/n) sniffled and nodded, pulling away. “Okay, um…”

Near stands with her, keeping a hand comfortingly on her back, looking at her with concern.

“Thank you, Near. C’mon, let’s go see what’s happening outside.” She threw on a smile, one that Near didn’t like, but he followed her anyway.

Outside, a woman was waiting with a small boy. The woman was crouched at her sons height, talking to him. (Y/n) remembered when that was her with her own sons.

“Hello, you said you wanted to speak with me directly, yes?”

The woman looked up, then stood. “Yes. I’m Miriam, pleased to meet you.”

“And what brings you by today?” (Y/n) threw Miriam and the boy a sweet smile, and was a bit taken aback at how much the boy looked like Mello.

“May we talk, mother to mother?”

(Y/n) nodded and shuffled away from Near and the boy with Miriam. The woman finally broke and began to cry.

“I can’t…I thought I could be like you, but I don’t know how you do it…”

“Ma’am, calm down. It’s going to be okay. Your son will be safe here.” (Y/n) wanted nothing more than to cry with her.

“No, I know. My um…boyfriend of sorts grew up here. He was actually um…” she sniffled. “one of your sons.”

(Y/n) was thrown back a little. She glanced at the boy, who was busy looking at Near’s robot toy.

“Mello…?”

“Mhm.” Miriam nodded. “We were in the same mafia group…listen, I know you don’t know me but Mello talked about you in such a good light…I can’t keep Cade in an environment like that…”

She looked back at Miriam at the mention of the boy’s name. She clenched her jaw and then nodded. “Yeah, yeah no problem. We’ll take him.”

Miriam smiles sadly. “Oh, oh thank you, (Y/n).”

She nods and glances at the ground, then looks back at Cade. Miriam takes that as a sign to hug the older woman, which she hesitantly returns. Cade turned to look at the two of them, the dirty blonde boy and the (hair color) woman making eye contact.

Cade was like his father. With one look, he understood everything. Even with Cade here, as a new child to raise with the others, everything still felt so empty. Nothing could bring her family back. Near and Cade were all she had left.

Although, when Cade was waving goodbye to Miriam, and then turned to (Y/n) with tears in his eyes, a look Near recognized, she realized she wasn’t the only one feeling alone. All three of them did, no matter the circumstances.

(Y/n) pulled both Cade and Near into a hug. Maybe, if nothing else, they could all be alone together.

Hi, how are u? <3

I was wondering if it was okay to request a Mello x fem reader smut? Just an established relationship thing where the reader is Mello’s live-in girlfriend and submissive, and she’s been demanding a lot of attention lately, which annoys him since he just has a lot of work to do. But when he sees how frustrated she gets from not being fucked, he decides to give her what she wants in the roughest way possible. You can include whatever sex act you’re most comfortable with, I’d just like it to have lots of slut-shaming/degradation, and I prefer if Mello is trans and uses a strap-on or other toy :) tyvm!

Hi!! I'm getting better, I got burnt out for a bit there and blanked on almost all of my requests. But, I'm in college now, and I'm writing this to destress lol

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Content: Trans!Mello x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content. Minors, DNI. Slut shaming, degradation, Mello being a bitch and calling you a bitch, hand around your throat but not actually choking you.

Notes: My first Mello smut!!! Also, we stan trans Mello in this house. Please don't tell me you can tell I don't know how strap-on sex works-

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You huff, slumping against the couch with your arms crossed. Mello was on his fifth damn call of the day, going back and forth, trying to figure out someone's schedule or some shit. Matt relentlessly mashed the buttons on his controller next to you. You didn't care what he was playing - you didn't even have the slightest idea.

"Right. Understood." Mello spoke his farewells to one of his "colleagues" before hanging up.

Perking up, you look over as he walks into the room. "Mel, can we-"

"No, not now." Mello walked right past you and into the kitchen. "I'm just getting water then going back to work."

You pouted and sighed. "But Mello, we haven't spent any time together in weeks!"

"Calm your shit. I have a lot of work to do and no time for you." Mello spoke harshly before chugging his water.

"Ouch!" Matt chuckled.

You hit the brunette on the head before turning back to the blonde. "But-"

"No fucking buts, (Y/n). I already told you everything I needed to say." Mello sneered, continuing to drink some water.

You scoffed before turning around and "watching" Matt play whatever stupid game he was on. Mello then walked closer to the couch.

"Hey, Matt, c'mon. We gotta go." Mello nudged his brother.

"Yup." Matt then saved his game and turned off the console in no less than a minute, standing to walk with the blonde to the door.

"Wait! I thought you had work!"

"This is work." Mello spoke without so much of a glance towards you.

Then, the brothers left. Huffing again, you felt tears pricking your eyes. This is how it's been lately, Mello brushing you off. At night he goes to sleep after you, and wakes up before you. His work is taking everything over, and he never even so much as touches you anymore.

No matter how much you beg.

Whining to yourself, you surmised that Mello wouldn't be home for a while. The time read 9:04 pm, and he most likely wouldn't be home until 2 am. Huffing once more, you just opted to turn off the lights and turn in for the night. What was another night without Mello...?

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Fucking torturous. Your lower half was bare as you groud your pussy into Mello's pillow. The ridges hit just right against your clit, but it wasn't doing the trick. No matter how much time passed, your body seemed to involuntarily edge itself. Only Mello could do the trick anymore.

And with the past few weeks being like they have, you weren't sure if Mello would ever touch you again.

Trying to go at it again, you could feel heat bubbling up in your lower stomach once more, but it was more painful. 'How long have I been doing this?'

You hadn't been watching the time. Mello had come home, albeit earlier than expected. Matt went straight to bed, tired after driving all night long. Mello, having to chase someone down and get in a few fights, was also admittedly tired. Going to open his bedroomm door that he shared with you, he was greeted with a rather shocking sight.

You, furiously riding his pillow. But, of course you couldn't reach your high, and your hips stopped moving. Sighing to yourself, you took the pillow out from under you and placed it back on Mello's side of the bed.

"Just fuckin' forget it...he wont touch me anyway..."

"No no, baby." Mello spoke. "Keep goin' for me."

Turning, you saw your beloved blonde. "And why should I? You wont give me any fucking attention!"

"I've been busy."

"And I still make time for you when I'm busy! Especially for your damn needs." You glared at him.

Mello took in your figure. Hair disheveled, eyes narrowed, face red with frustration, his shirt covering your torso, and thighs slightly coated in your sweat and slick. The dim lighting seemed to help set the mood, making every part of you seem sexier.

Biting his lip and throwing his jacket off, he approached the bed. "Yeah? Fine, then, you fuckin' slut. I'll give you what you want."

Mello crashes his lips on yours, climbing over you and pressing you into the bed. He moulds his lips over yours, running one of his hands over your breasts.

"Mmh, no bra?" Mello chuckles as he tweaks your nippe through your shirt. "Of course you would."

"What's- mmh- that supposed to mean?" You asked between kisses.

"It means you're a fucking slut." Mello kisses you again. "Did you not hear me earlier?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but he plunged his tongue into your mouth. Swirling his tongue around and battling with your own, he slides his hand under your shirt to grope at your chest and pull at your nipples. You moan into the kiss and twist around, loving the pleasure as a result of his hands.

Mello's other hand dipped between your legs to drag up and down against your clit. You moaned louder and arched your back, accidentally breaking the kiss.

"Yeah, yeah you fuckin' like that? Of course you fuckin' do." Mello spits out, watching your face contort into pleasure. "Always demanding my fuckin' attention. Don't you know when to quit?!"

Mello's fingers work faster against your clit, building your orgasm higher and higher. Your speech reduced to moans and mumbles, Mello laughs in your face.

"Look at you, grinding against my fingers like a bitch in heat. What a fuckin' slut for me."

"Y-Yes, Mello! O-only for you!"

"Only for me?" Mello grins, slowing down.

"Yes! Yes! Please!" You grab his wrist, trying to grind against his fingers faster.

That caused Mello to stop. "Nuh uh. Good girls are patient. You're not a good girl."

"Yes! Yes I am! I promise I-"

Mello wrapped a hand around your throat, but being careful not to squeeze. "Shut up."

His tongue was inside your mouth again, swirling around. You whined into the kiss, pawing at his clothes.

"The fuck do you want now, slut?"

You whined, pawing at his pants. Mello made a grunt in response.

"You sure you deserve it? You've been a bad girl."

"I want it! Please, Mello!"

Mello slowly slid his hand off of your throat. Thinking to himself for a moment, he finally huffed, returning his hand to your throat, once more not squeezing.

"Fuckin' beg, like the bitch you are."

"Please! Oh, please, Mello! I want it- no, I need it! I wanna cum, and only you can make that happen! Please, please, I wont beg for your attention anymore, I'll be good! I'll be a good girl, just please-!"

Mello leaned back and moved to open one of the drawers in his nightstand. Pulling out the strap, he laid it on the bed before unzipping his pants and pulling them down.

"Since you begged so nicely..." Mello situated the strap on his hips. "I suppose I can give you this."

He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, leaning forward so the tip of the strap on touched your entrance. The other leg laid flat so he had something to grind on.

"Are you ready?"

All you could do was meekly nod. Mello pushed in, not giving you time to adjust as he set a faster, rough pace. Gripping your hips to pull you in closer, the rocking motion of him against your leg stimulated his own clit.

Both of your moans mixing together and bouncing off the wall, skin smacking against skin, the feel of him rapidly moving in and out of you, it almost became too much.

"Mel-lo! Slow d-down!"

"Nuh-uh!" Mello moaned. "You wanted it, and I'm- ah!- giving it to you!"

Leaning forward more, Mello's moans grew louder than yours, finding he had more stimulation this way, and the dildo seemed to thrust deeper inside of you. Clawing at Mello's back, you moaned and whined for him, begging him to let you cum.

"Mello! Mel! Ple-please! Please make me cum! Please! Oh~!"

Mello panted between his own moans. "Look at me when you cum. Fuckin' look at me!"

Mello grabbed your jaw and made you look into his eyes as he picked up his already impossible pace. "Let go, let go, cum for me. Cum for me, slut. My slut! Ah~!"

The coil kept wrapping tighter and tighter and tighter, Mello moving his free hand to furiously thumb your clit. Letting out a final scream, the coil burst, and Mello drank in your post-orgasmic state. Grinning down at you as you came all over the dildo, he continued to thrust, grinding himself on your thigh.

"M-Mello...! T-too much!"

"Shut it." Mello whispered, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he furiously ground his clit against your thigh, resulting in the dildo furiously pounding in and out of you.

"M-Mello!"

Clawing at his back again, the coil started to build up again. Mello bit your neck and gripped your sides as he neared his orgasm, trying to silence his moans.

"Me-Mello, I'm gonna...!"

"I know, I know, me too...!" Mello panted, keeping his pace.

Pushing your leg back as far as it could go, he pounded into your pussy, thumbed your clit once more, while furiously grinding his own clit against your thigh.

Finally, you both came together with a loud scream of each other's names. You felt lightheaded as he slowed to a stop, but also fulfilled. Both of you panted and gently let go of each other, Mello slowly pulling out and pulling off the strap.

Lazily dropping it on the ground, making you laugh, he opted to just lay on top of you.

"That was...ah..." Mello spoke.

"I...I'm sorry f-"

"Nah. Don't even. I was pent up, too." Mello panted. "You're fine, baby."

Mello gave you a kiss before playing with your hair, returning his face to your neck. Letting out one last sigh before nuzzling into your boyfriends embrace, you closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep.

"Next time, shut the goddamn door!" Matt yelled from down the hall.

Hello<3 may I request Mello x fem reader fluff/comforting hcs of him comforting reader because he’s been so busy and not making any time for her? Also can reader have a very sweet and caring personality to the point she didn’t even confront Mello about it instead someone had to point it out for him to realize?<3

Hiii! <3 Omg I love talking to y'all. And yes ofc I can!!! Quick question tho: Are you the same Mello anon as the one I just posted? :O

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Content: Mello x Fem!Reader

Warnings: neglect from Mello's end, but it gets sorted out :3

Notes: I finally finished my homework, so I hope this doesn't display how absolutely braindead I am from homework rn lol

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Sighing to yourself as you scroll through the messages you last sent Mello, detailing how you wished his day would go okay, that you loved him and offered your support if he needed it. Although, with how silent he'd been recently, you doubted he needed it.

He hadn't responded to you in three days. And before that, a simple "okay." And before that? More days of radio silence. He hadn't even read your messages. You'd been with him long enough to spot the signs of his life getting too hectic and busy to keep up with you.

But, as you read through your messages to him, you'd noticed you gradually sent less and less. You were sad that Mello wasn't replying, or even attempting to reach out to you or make it up to you...had he stopped caring?

'No,' You thought. 'He'd tell me if he did...'

But what if he didn't? What if he figured this was the easiest way? A shuddering sigh made its way out of your mouth at the thought, and so you opted to just close out of the text conversation all together.

"No, no, stop that...he'll...he'll get back to me eventually." You rested your head back against the couch. "Right...?"

Sitting by yourself for a moment, you pondered what to do now. You didn't want to text Mello again in fear of getting in the way of something. Looking towards the window, you noticed the sun was setting. This would be prime time for Mello's group to act on whatever devious plan they may or may not have set. It wasn't a good idea to text him right now anyways.

A ping came from your phone, and you felt your heart skip a beat in excitement. Was it Mello?! You opened your phone, but your smile fell as you saw it was your friend, Ike, instead.

Ike: Hey (Y/n), wanna hit the town with me tonight? :3

(Y/n): Couldn't hurt. Stuck at home doing nothing.

Ike: Again? Where's that blonde bombshell of yours?

(Y/n): No clue

Ike: Oh :( Well, I'll come pick you up in an hour for dinner and drinks, alright?

(Y/n): Thanks, Ike. See you soon.

You figured it was okay to do this. It wasn't like Mello was around to say no. Even if he was, who was he to tell you no? Cleaning yourself up to look at least a little decent for a night out, you waited patiently for Ike. While constantly checking your phone for any sign of Ike or Mello. Mello still hadn't read your messages, which hurt, but you were forced to brush it off.

Finally, Ike texted you that he was outside, and you promptly left your apartment. He brought you to a nice bar and grill, the both of you catching up and talking about your respective relationships. Once Ike finished telling you about his plans to propose to his boyfriend, he asked you again about Mello.

"Oh, we're fine." Shrugging it off with a small smile, you took a sip of your wine. "He's just been a little busy is all."

Ike's own smile fell a bit. "Y'know, he's been a little more um...busy than usual. Every time I text you these days, he seems to not be around."

"Everything's fine, Ike. Just work dragging him away again." You chuckled lightly. "Now, back to this proposal of yours..."

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Matt and Mello were finally done for the night, riding back home on Mello's motorcycle. Stopping at a stoplight, Mello kept his eyes on the light, itching for it to turn green.

"Um, Mello?" Matt mumbled.

"What?"

"Look." Matt pointed to the restaurant next to them.

Mello turned to look, and saw you and Ike sitting in the restaurant. It made Mello's chest tighten up in jealousy, but he had to remind himself that Ike was with someone.

"So? It's her friend. Whatever."

"But what if Ike and his boyfriend broke up?"

"No, she'd tell me."

"Would she? I mean, you haven't been giving her any attention lately."

"What do you mean? Been giving her plenty of fuckin' attention." Mello grunts.

"Really? Dude, check your messages."

Sighing, Mello dragged his phone out, wondering why the light was taking so long to change. Of course, he saw missed texts from you. But they were less than they were usually. You'd only texted him once today, and yesterday only three texts remained. The day before, four of them.

"Better be careful, she might be losing interest from your neglect..." Matt whistled.

Looking back up at the two of you in the restaurant, Mello growled again. Once the light finally turned, he revved his bike before riding away.

"Wha-" Matt turned to watch the restaurant disappear quickly behind them. "What are you doing?! Don't you want her?"

"I do! But I'm dropping you off first!"

Matt sighed, secretly disappointed. He wanted to see how Mello would worm his way back into your heart.

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When you and Ike were leaving, you felt a little sad to be going home alone again, even if the ride back home would still be in Ike's presence.

"Hey, are you sure you're alright? You can spend the night with me and Cameron if you'd like." Ike offered a small smile.

"Thanks, but...I don't wanna intrude." You gave another small smile, even though you wanted to.

"Oh, you wouldn't be-" Ike started, genuinely trying to comfort you.

"She said no." Mello sneered, stepping into the dim light outside the restaurant.

"Mello?" You perked up.

"Hey. I um...I need to talk to you."

That made your heart drop to your stomach. This is when he breaks up with you, right? Ike looked down at you before patting your shoulder and walking into the parking lot. However, he wasn't going to drive away, in case Mello really did leave you and you needed a ride home.

"Look, I um..."

You looked down at the ground. "Just get it over with already, Mello..."

"Huh?"

"You're breaking up with me, right?"

"What? No! I'm trying to apologize for not being around lately!" Mello grabbed your shoulders, then dropped his volume. "Who said I was breaking up with you? I'll kill them!"

"No, calm down, nobody did. I just assumed..."

"Oh. No. Baby, I love you. I'm...I'm really, really sorry that I haven't been able to get back to you or see you often lately. Work's been dragging me down, swamping me and forcing me to make it my first priority."

When Mello was sure you weren't going to say anything, he continued, pulling you closer.

"I should have texted you more, let you know what was going on...I didn't even know how much I was neglecting you until Matt pointed you out in this restaurant tonight. I'm really, really sorry. And I...I can understand if you can't forgive me."

"Mello..." You sighed. "Just...please make sure to at least let me know you're okay, just busy?"

"I will, I promise, anything you want." Mello put his hands on your cheeks.

"Alright..." You put your hands on his wrists. "Alright, I forgive you."

Mello kissed you before leading you to his motorcycle, helping you get situated before driving off. Ike smiled softly at the sight before driving home himself.

Once you and Mello got home, you moved to the couch to sit, but Mello stopped you.

"What are you doing?"

"You've got some other work, right?" You were so used to his busy schedule now, you just kind of assumed.

"No. Tonight's all about you, hon." Mello wrapped an arm around your shoulder, dragging you to your shared bed.

Mello spooned you in the bed, placing chaste kisses along your cheek, neck, and shoulder. His hands resting at your stomach, fiddling with your shirt as he tells you all the shit that went down over the few weeks.

After he finished, he then told you about stupid shit Matt did, and Mello reveled in your tired laugh. Moving you to face him, he laid on top of you, looking into your eyes before leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

You, of course, returned the kiss, and smiled comfortingly at Mello when he pulled away.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Mello."