Literature
Matt X Reader: Jealousy (Request!)
You glanced up at the bag of water hanging from Mello’s IV. The dumbass had to pull some ridiculous plan just to get himself out of trouble. This ridiculous plan being to blow up an entire building. Now, he was lying on the couch of his, Matt, and your own flat. His leather vest was removed, bandages covering his right shoulder and the majority of his chest. Plus the side of his face. You ran a hand along his black leather pants as you stared up at him from your spot on the floor. You loved Mello, you really did, but he was just an idiot half of the time. He was alive. That was a good point. Alive and well, not so much. But alive, nonet