Death Note Fanfic: Drunk Dialing
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shinyglorchanTitle: Drunk Dialing
Fandom: Death Note
Character(s): Near, Mello, Matt
Pairing(s): Mello/Matt
Word Count: 139
Genre: general/humor
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: I wanted to write drunk dialing fic. This what I got. Written last year.
Link: N/A
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Ring. Ring. Ri-
“Matt, I’ve told you not to call this numb-”
Giggles. Snort.
“...”
“Near’s, hic, such a dumb fuck, hehehe.”
“Mello, why do you have Matt’s cell phone?”
“I have my cell phone! Hic, Mello’s borrrrrowing it.”
“...”
More giggles. A crash. Even more giggles.
“You two are drunk.”
“No, Near! You’re wrong! Haha, Near’s wrong!”
Ignore. “Matt, can you tell me where you two are?”
Rustling. Wet sounds. Moans. “...uhhh, in the bedroom?”
“Never mind.” A pause. “I will be tracking you two down tonight. What possessed either of you to consume so much alcohol?”
More moans and some panting. Rustling of clothing being removed. Both were Near’s cue to hang up before he was scarred for life by the sounds of the gamer and mafioso’s passionate, sloppy, drunk love-making.
Fandom: Death Note
Character(s): Near, Mello, Matt
Pairing(s): Mello/Matt
Word Count: 139
Genre: general/humor
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: I wanted to write drunk dialing fic. This what I got. Written last year.
Link: N/A
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Ring. Ring. Ri-
“Matt, I’ve told you not to call this numb-”
Giggles. Snort.
“...”
“Near’s, hic, such a dumb fuck, hehehe.”
“Mello, why do you have Matt’s cell phone?”
“I have my cell phone! Hic, Mello’s borrrrrowing it.”
“...”
More giggles. A crash. Even more giggles.
“You two are drunk.”
“No, Near! You’re wrong! Haha, Near’s wrong!”
Ignore. “Matt, can you tell me where you two are?”
Rustling. Wet sounds. Moans. “...uhhh, in the bedroom?”
“Never mind.” A pause. “I will be tracking you two down tonight. What possessed either of you to consume so much alcohol?”
More moans and some panting. Rustling of clothing being removed. Both were Near’s cue to hang up before he was scarred for life by the sounds of the gamer and mafioso’s passionate, sloppy, drunk love-making.
