Prompts 26-30 of 30


Children

Matt couldn't help but smile when he saw where Mello was looking.

They were waiting in line at the store, Matt had a handheld basket full of chocolate, coffee, a half gallon of milk, and a few other items they were low on. Mello had agreed to come with him, out of boredom most likely. But the blond's attention was entirely fixed on a little brunette girl sitting in the cart in front of them. She grinned at Mello and waved her tiny hands at him until he waved back and she erupted into giggles. Her mother was busy paying and she only spared a side glance to her daughter to make sure nothing bad had happened.

Mello continued to wave his hands or waggle his fingers, keeping the smile on the little girl's face until she left and it was their turn to check out.

On the drive back to their apartment, Matt took Mello's hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

"What was that for?"

"Nothing," Matt said quietly, "You're pretty good with kids, you know?"

"Matt, we aren't- we can't-"

"Yeah, I know, I'm just saying."


Cats

"Look, I don't mind you bringing strays in every once in a while, but this is ridiculous."

Mello was sprawled on the couch, two kittens sleeping on his stomach, a larger cat curled up on his chest. Another was resting on the arm of the couch, one more along the back.

"Oh, come on, look how cute they are."

"Matt, I don't care how cute they are, we can't keep all of them."

"Why not?"

Mello's only response was a barely heated glare before he gave up and returned to holding still so he wouldn't wake their sleeping guests. Matt grinned and sat down on the floor in front of Mello so he could press a kiss to the other's forehead.

"See, you say that but you won't wake them up. We gotta think up names, we'll go to the pet store tomorrow and get them collars."

Mello just sighed.


Socks

The dresser was usually pretty organized, on Mello's side at least, all the clothes folded nicely until one got to the sock drawer. Mello had tried to keep that tidy, but Matt had no concept of such a thing. All of Mello's socks were black, or grey or white, monotone, they were uniformly set on the right side of the drawer. Matt had all manners of color on the left, socks with patterns, some fuzzy, some neon, they weren't matched, just dumped in. Most of them were striped, in some way, shape, or form and Mello had long since given up on trying to pair them up because it seemed like Matt had deliberately lost half of the socks just to make it so.

But, Mello was currently in a dilemma. Matt was supposed to do laundry, but he hadn't, and none of Mello's socks were clean. He had a business meeting to go to and there was absolutely no way he was putting on a pair of dirty socks just to save face.

So, if any of Mello's co-works noticed that his left sock was blue with pink stripes, and his right was dark red with neon green polka-dots, they didn't say anything.


Lipstick(makeup)

"There, you're done," Mello capped the tube and picked up the handheld mirror he'd brought with them. They'd decided to do it in the living room, as there wasn't much room in the bathroom. And it took a little pressure away from Matt.

With shaky hands, he took the mirror and opened his eyes.

"Woah."

It had taken a week for Mello to pry the request out of his boyfriend. Matt had been acting jumpy, and just a little 'off' and it wasn't until Mello finally cornered him that he gave it up. Mello had dried the nervous tears and told him to clean up. They'd driven to the drug store down the street and he helped Matt pick out a few things to start with. Mello's makeup experience came from watching his mother and after a few botched attempts, he got the hang of it.

Matt really did look good, the lipstick had been a gamble but it had paid off, and any apprehension Mello had was dissolved by Matt's smile.

"Thank you, Mells," Matt said quietly, throwing his arms around Mello's neck.

"Yeah, no problem, Matty."


Loss

It was all a blur and he hated that he couldn't remember anything with more clarity. In all honesty, it was probably because of his tears, blurring everything even though they weren't physical.

There was a sharp breeze, sending shivers down his back as it passed. The sky was a brilliant mess of blood red and soft orange as the sun set and on any other day he would have thought it beautiful. But not that day, no, no, no.

He heaved a sigh and dropped his hands to his lap, trying to work up the will to look at the headstone.

It wasn't fair. They wouldn't have any more early morning kisses, late night cuddle sessions, no more lazy breakfasts or heated video game competitions in the living room. No more quiet exchanges, kissed knuckles, hair twined between fingers, or gentle nudges. No more tearful arguments and empty insults. No more reconciliations that ended with the two of them wrapped up in each other on the couch until the next morning.

He dragged his eyes up, seeing only the smooth 'M' carved into the stone and nothing else. It was all he was able to look at, anything else and he would end up crying.

And he wanted to save his tears for when he got back to the dauntingly empty apartment that would never be the same again.


Not gonna lie, the makeup one and the children one are purely self indulgent, you will not be able to convince me otherwise that Matt doesn't enjoy makeup, or that Mello doesn't absolutely adore kids, don't even try. That being said, I'm an asshole because of that last one, but I'm not sorry. There's more info on the profile page, but if you guys wanna send in prompts, or headcanons, I'll write for them, and I promise I won't make any character sad unless specified.