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Someone requested another crossover meme, but -- why stick with just crossovers? Here's your chance to request things from any fandom you like -- especially if the fandom is small, obscure, or has no request type of meme available. Hopefully someone else will come along and fill it out, or someone else's request will spark something off in your head that you just have to write --

So here you go!


PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME


Anon is on like always!

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ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.

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They were smoking. Sharing a small flame between too cigarettes. Too close, Mello thinks, and glares at the two of them.

"I could just lend you a match or something," he tells Matt.

"Do you even have one?" Matt asks, and laughs. Mamimi starts laughing too, and says

"If he didn't bring one he'd be left behind, Chief." Matt nods. The blond's blood feels too hot with the look Mamimi gives him. Like she's bored with him. Or expectant. Waiting? Even Mello can't tell, and he hates not understanding people. He's supposed to be able to.

But the brunet mumbles something to Mamimi, and she laughs, nodding. Mello glares more, and when Matt catches his eye, he explains "Just telling her, you wouldn't be left behind. You're the one carrying the gasoline."

"Too heavy for Mamimi," the girl announces, and jumps up to balance on the sidewalk's edge. Matt holds out his hand to help her balance, and she takes it quickly.

Mello hates everything. Since when could he not understand strangers in seconds? Since when could he not understand Matt? He steps up beside Matt, and does his best to be in the conversations. But the words are hard to follow. Matt talks quietly, with his head turned towards the red-head. He talks about video games that Mello has never played. Talks about fires and the smell of smoke that Mello has never liked.

You both smell terrible, he thinks. Mamimi jumps down from the sidewalk, and looks at him, smiling, oblivious to his inner hatred. She's stupid.

"This part's your job!" She tells him, pointing to the gasoline in his hand, though her fingers barely pass her sweater sleeves.

He tosses the container to her and says "You do it," but she fumbles, unable to catch it, and whines when it hits her, then falls from her flailing arms and nearly hits her foot.

"I said it's too heavy for me." She reminds him, speakingly slowly and calmly, although her expression is confused. Childish.

"I'll do it, then," Matt volunteers, and begins trailing the house with it.

"I'll follow you, so that it feels like Mamimi is working too!"