#mihael reads

[hyzkoa]

i read guardians of the galaxy 2020 here’s my review no one asked for bc i lost access to the tumblr acct that was supposed to be the Talking one (not like ive been drawing a lot lately either way JDSKFHS)

1) crazy how for more than half of peter’s panel-time on this book he’s dressed like this. for no other reason other than he woke up one day and this was his vibe. i support him in his slut era

2) so like this is peter with his wife and husband in that one planet which name i obviously remember but i’m testing You. smth like planet beyond the sun or smth. i know it starts with M. mor-smth. it smth in another reality and the paneling in that issue is really really nice.

anyways this was him with his wife and husband. crazy. they had a son together and everything.

but then he’s back to 616 and this is the second to last panel of richard, gamora and peter together

al ewing + juan frigeri i see u... also peter’s got nice nails. 

honorary mention to all the gay shit happening in this book:

- peter saying “i love him too. you know that right?” to gamora about richard. gamora replying “i know. that makes it better” i know she’s then talking about family but like he also refers to his wife and husband from the other reality as his family so like. a family can be a throuple and their 467465 children (too many members in this team)

-hercules and marvel boy :) i wish we had gotten more content abt them as a couple. or idk if theres more content of them in other books... im on the hunt

- phyla and moondragon were really cute and i loved their arc...the trials and tribulations of being a superhero... the resolution to their conflict was nice. 

[atomicpsyche]

Who do you resemble most: Death Note Character Type Diagnosis!

-results-

[rxvera]

I'm actually a bit surprised that there's no Howl's Moving Castle and Death Note crossovers on Ao3. Look at these dramatic af men with style.

[cube-e-scape]

"I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong." - Lemony Snicket

[meandmypagancrew]

I mean, sure, it could be his clothes but I would start with the smiling and the fact that his eyes are happy because he has yet to learn his hero died and in fact the good guys do not always win and the world is cruel and unfair and he’s alone in it, but you’re the artist so you would know, I guess.

[kiyomitakada]

Mello yanks the showering room's door open.

Oh. Oh, okay. He really is nude. Well obviously Mello had deduced that but it's still a bit of a shock.

"You're coming with me," he declares, resolutely dragging his gaze up to Teru Mikami's face.

"A taser?" Mikami's eyes flicker down to what Mello's holding, then back up. "That's hardly necessary."

Where the hell is he getting so much confidence from? He doesn't even have the notebook on him. "I beg to disagree," Mello says, and jabs him in the armpit.

Once Mikami has passed out and Mello's dressed and secured him appropriately, he picks him up — Jesus, he's heavy, Mello had come here expecting Mikami to be working at the gym because of his lack of muscles and incel-ness but nope, turns out he does have abs under that TV suit — and slings him over the shoulder. He heads out. Thankfully, Mikami has come at a frankly unbelievable time of day, so no one else is around except for the receptionist.

The receptionist raises an eyebrow.

"Guy's tuckered out," Mello lies. "He called me earlier. I'm taking him home."

"I was more curious about the ropes," the receptionist says.

"Hey, it isn't any of my business what he gets up to in the shower." Mello had only tied his hands together, anyway. The rest of the rope is wrapped messily around Mikami for now because it's hard doing bondage in a gym shower room.

The receptionist nods, slowly. "Haven't seen you around before."

Mello shrugs. "I moved back to the area recently."

"I see," the receptionist says, and smiles. "I never knew Mikami-san had a brother. He's lucky to have you."

Mello nearly spits blood. How the fuck could he ever be mistaken for this guy's brother? Mello's blonde, for god's sake! "Well we should be going," he says hurriedly, and starts walking briskly down to the locker room.

It's easy enough to press Mikami's gym wristband to the sensor; the machine beeps approvingly, and one of the larger lockers pops open.

…Teru Mikami has brought an honest-to-god suitcase to the gym.

Okay. Sure. Why not. This makes several things easier for Mello, actually. He pulls the suitcase out, sets Mikami unceremoniously down on the floor to check if there's anything else hidden in the locker — there isn't — and ducks back out, picking Mikami back up.

"Hrgh," Mikami mumbles.

"Hush now, brother," Mello mutters, then starts wheeling the suitcase out of the gym. He can check if there's a notebook in it later; he has a hotel reservation to get to.

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a/n: before you say, "hey, what the FUCK kind of cursed AU is this," i am delighted to inform you that this is official death note canon(!) as of the death note german audio drama, which @mikami has kindly translated here (in reverse chronological order). that's right! there's an official licensed version of death note where mello canonically ties mikami up in a shower! isn't the world beautiful

[ @deathnotetober day 7: gym ]

[neallo]

august 18th, 2010 (two-hundred days)

rating: M | category: M/M | words: 1,650

Near is sitting in his office. He is sitting at his desk in his office, which is also Mello’s office, because they share one, now. Mello is under two meters away from him, sitting at his own desk and glaring at his backlit monitor like he wants to kill it. This has been their status quo for about seven months. Near knows the exact figure— two-hundred days— but he usually avoids acknowledging that he knows it, even in his own mind. Having this information on hand feels slightly illicit, because he knows the only reason he recalls the duration of their professional partnership with this degree of precision is because of what happened immediately before it began.

for day 2 of @nearsbday (prompt: memory)

note: mature fanfiction; minors, do not interact!

[delilahhyuuga]

"His stomach twisted into tense, nauseous knots within his center as he watched the corner of her upturned lips… One quick twitch downward of the muscles, a momentary slip of the smile from its previous immaculately fastened position… Just enough of a break in her façade to reveal everything to Mello before she could even mutter even a single word.

The world moved in slow motion as she reached for a paper held in a bundle in her folded arms, placing it face up on his desk. Penned on the top right corner of his page using the same deep, steel gray ink and circled so dramatically that no eye would be able to miss it was the damning number: 97

Three points short of a victory…

An entire universe short of perfection…"

(From Chasing Hues - Chapter 1 - @forbiddensoul562)

[keehlmyself]

one of those days. someone pass the squidish 2020 mello & near fic where they send eachother cat photos.

[bonezhead]

do not repost and she calls his name

it could be mine but i blew it in one day

[easy-revenge]

guess who never sat their ass down to properly read the death note manga and just skimmed through it after watching the anime so now they've spent almost two years theorizing and making headcanons about mello's past while there's been info about it collecting dust on their shelf. go on. guess.

[theoldworldsrunnerup]

Reading another note again

[thedetectivesystem]

thinking of doing something in character for once between mello and matt…

i need to work on something that’s in character for mello instead of doing ooc content all of the time.

i should probably refresh my memory and reread the manga and watch the dub anime to relay the words in his voice to see if i have a good understanding of him as i write two-faced charade.

same goes for near…

taking the information of the… very tiny bits of matt from the manga and how to read, and i can work off of that.

[meandmypagancrew]

Um… Mello having a Daddy/Silver Fox kink confirmed I.. I guess???? Happy pride to Mello, I GUESS?????

[gracetoldmeto]

Lemon Muffins and Gin

🎂 Happy Birthday Mello 🎁

dedicated to @mamaturtle11 for your inspiration and endless support ❤️💛

| 1.4k | canon compliant m&m | read on ao3 |

Summary:

Years after leaving Wammy's, Mello shows up suddenly at Matt's door with a handle of gin. Matt knows Mello isn't here just to reminisce.

Knock knock knock.

The loud and accented rapping on the door woke Matt who was haphazardly asleep on the couch.

“What the…” the tired redhead awoke but had to take a minute to get his bearings before responding.

Who could be knocking on his door at the 3 in the goddamn morning? He wasn’t late on rent, that wasn’t due until the 1st of the month, and today was only the 13th. His next-door neighbor was out of town, as he always announced to the building. Matt never understood why he would leave letters asking to look out for the cheap 300 sq ft apartment, but he did anyway. I mean, its not like there was anything better to do anyway.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

The rapping on the door was even louder and more punctuated this time but Matt decided it wasn’t worth it to answer regardless of who it was.

“Go away,” he groggily shouted. “Some people are trying to sleep y’know.” Matt continued, unintuitively toward the door in his half awake and exhausted state.

But the door replied. “You’d be making a mistake to turn this away.”

Matt froze. He knew that voice. He pinched himself. Nope, not dreaming.

That voice had been ingrained into his brain ever since he was a kid, but he couldn’t place it, or maybe he didn’t want to place it. It seemed to be part of his DNA but he just couldn’t discern what sequence.

The voice spoke through the door again. “I know you are in there Matty. Open the fucking door.”

No way. There was no way. He must be dreaming.

Matt pinched himself again. He still didn’t wake up.

These occurrences only happened in his dreams, not reality. Matt continued to contemplate what he was hearing until two words sealed the deal.

“Mail Jeevas!” Matt heard this name spoken from the hallway. “I know you will open this door.” There was only one person with that stern of a voice who knew his name. His real name. Matt dragged himself from the couch and lumbered over to the door, unlocking the deadbolt.

Matt, as if this disturbance had happened dozens of times before, swung open the door only enough to fit his slim body against the door frame.

Matt looked him up and down. “Mello.” Matt said nonchalantly, even though he was beyond surprised, and a bit worried, at the sight he was seeing from his front door.

Mello had changed since Wammy’s. He’d grown quite a bit taller even though Matt still had a few inches on him. The black long sleeve t-shirt he’d always worn was replaced with a tailored leather jacket.

It looked good on him. It accentuated his angles and intensified his presence. It made a boy who was rough around the edges into a man who could cut you with a single gaze.

He had grown into himself.

He looked good.

“Took you long enough.” The blonde replied, obviously annoyed at the lack of response from the resident of the apartment door he was knocking on.

Matt annoyedly rubbed his sleepy eyes with the back of his hand. His goggles hung at his neck. “What the FUCK are you doing here?” Matt shot back at Mello, not moving allowing the blonde any forward movement into his home.

“I was in the area and thought you might want to catch up.” Mello responded. ”It’s been awhile, Mail he smirked.

Mello seemed earnest in his voice, but Matt knew this was not just a social call. Mello needed something from him, obviously. Why else would his best friend show face after falling off the face of the planet for years on end?

“Fuck off, Mels.” Matt turned and began to shut the door. He wasn’t interested in hearing any excuses the blonde had.

Saying yes to Mello meant saying yes to trouble.

Mello shoved his gloved hand between the door and the door frame with a powerful slam, preventing it from closing. Matt startled. Mello was strong now too.

“You can make time for me.” Mello tilted his head and antagonistically smirked again, knowing what Matt would eventually decide. Mello glanced toward his arm cradling a paper bag. “Besides, I brought gifts."

***

The full handle of gin was now over halfway gone, and Matt was drunk. He could handle his alcohol well. And so could Mello. But the challenge of going shot for shot with his oldest friend and favorite liquor was too inviting to pass up. The both of them combined had drank nearly a liter of booze in their stomach in total.

Mello was starting to get more and more irritable the more he drank. Typical. “Do you have anything to eat?”

Matt paused. His thoughts were trudging along at an incredibly slow pace. Each word he was about to say would get stuck on a distraction like peanut butter on the roof of your mouth. Thinking took an increasing amount of effort and time. “I think… I have some… muffins?”

“Hmmm?” Mello’s eyes lit up slightly as he replied, clearly intrigued.

“Le… Lemon muffins actually.” Matt continued. “Those used to be your favorite, right?” Matt had no idea why he remembered this fact, let alone why he bought the muffins to begin with, but for some reason it was important for him to remember. And wanted to remind Mello of that.

Mello paused, drunkenly processing one word at a time. “Favorite? I’unno, I guess… when we were kids.”

But Matt knew he was right. Mello’s complacency was usually an act. That blond bitch had a goddamn opinion about everything all of the fucking time. And Matt knew Mello loved those cute little pastries.

Back at the house, Mello bought 4 of them every time they went to the corner market a few miles down the main road.

Matt, on the other hand, used to sneak a fifth of gin out of the same market all the time by concealing it in his underwear. He was thankfully never caught, but there were an endless number of close calls.

Matt stood up and grabbed the plastic container of muffins from the pantry to bring back to the pair of them. He swatted his overflowing ashtray out of the way and placed the container on the sorry excuse for a coffee table before sprawling back on the floor next to Mello.

“What an interesting combo we have here.” Matt pointed out, hand on his stomach, palm on his forehead, drunkenly giggling.

Mello paused, hesitantly, “What do you mean?”

“Lemon muffins…” he pointe, “and gin!?” Matt continued to laugh. “I never thought I’d see us together with these two items ever again after we graduated.” …or left. Crap, wrong word. Mello had never graduated. Matt paused, realizing is mistake and turned away. His expression hardened.

Mello saw the nostalgia wash over Matt’s face, but he didn’t call him out on it. “Me neither.”

Matt turned back to Mello. “So,” another pause. Matt’s face did not soften in the slightest. He was going to regret asking this.

“What do you need from me this time?”

Mello swallowed another ounce of gin and nearly coughed. It was subtle. Matt did not notice. Matt bringing up business first? Interesting. Yet Mello replied promptly. “I need you to help me with a job.”

There it was. That’s how it was always going to be with Mello. An entitled bastard who thought he could run from everything and still end up on top. Pathetic.

Yet all it took was a few lemon muffins and gin to get back to where they started all those years ago. Such an odd combo, but the combination was unmatched.

Matt contemplated Mello’s comment. Getting involved with the leather-clad blonde was getting more dangerous by the day. Yet he couldn’t resist the naive promise he had made to his best friend when they were kids.

Mello may not be one to keep his promises, but Matt wasn’t like him. Mello had power. But all Matt had was the value of his word.

So, Matt took a deep breath and responded with an answer to one of the last important questions in his life. “What do you need me to do?”

Mello grinned. Matt hadn’t changed. This was almost too easy.

fin

[quietbreeze97]

"The most intelligent people disguise the fact they are intelligent. Wise men do not wear nametags."

- Mello, Death Note Another Note