#haleybopcomet

♥♥♥THANK YOU!!! i love near with my whole heart 

Sorry this took so long! I this maybe this turned out a little bit awkward, but I actually had a lot of fun writing this!

Maybe slightly nsfw?

When Mello had asked to borrow Near’s laptop it had purely been for innocent reasons -to find somewhere to go to have dinner together. But when the login screen opened up to his desktop and Mello opened the browser, a strange thought crossed his mind, ‘What kinds of things does Near actually look up?’ What did surely one of the smartest people in the world need clarification or explanation on? What did he look up when he thought no one else would find out?

Mello looked around, assuring that the younger successor was not around before pulling up his history. 

As he began scrolling through the listings, from oldest to most recent, he shook his head, ‘That idiot doesn’t even clear out his search history…’

At first, many of the searches made Mello roll his eyes, entirely unsurprised to find them there. They consisted of things like, “How to make pasta?” “How to get burned pasta out of the bottom of a pan?” and “How to book plane tickets?”

But then the searches began to take a turn in a way that struck Mello’s interests and kept him reading, “How to tell when your partner is trying to initiate intercourse.” 

It took every ounce of willpower to stop himself from laughing, thinking about earlier in their relationship when Near had been entirely unaware of natural relationship protocol. He thought back to a time when they had been watching a movie together and Mello had tried kissing Near, slowly testing the waters to go a bit further while. Near’s response had been, “Not now, I’m trying to figure out the point of this ‘rom com.’” Perhaps Mello had taken the rejection a bit too personally at the time, but he hadn’t thought Near had actually been bothered by it.

The more he scrolled the more he found a few more searches that were clearly indicative of the start of their sexual relationship such as, “How to know if your partner enjoys intercourse with you?”

This made sense, and reminded him of how nervous Near had been in bed. With time he’d seemed to open up, but now Mello was finding that that was due at least in part to his internet searches, as his questions continued to shift to things like, “How to successfully dirty talk?” “How to ensure you’re giving a good blowjob?”

Mello couldn’t help but smirk as he kept reading, simultaneously surprised and curious to find that at least part of Near was conscientious of their sex life and wanted it to be good, not just for Mello, but also for himself, as told by follow up questions, “How to know if partner would enjoy the implementation of outfits,” and then, “Why do I feel good dressed in lingerie?” 

Near’s search history was an amalgamation of sexual questions mixed with instructions on how to survive on his own, but as Mello continued, more he noticed their relationship changing and growing in just the searches themselves.

Questions about how to survive, such as cooking instructions or how to use public transportation lessened in number in correlation to certain dates; times when Mello had started staying over more, and thus filled in those gapes.

This left only the searches regarding anything of the sexual variety. It felt like a window into Near’s mind… a new understanding behind how he came to know the acts or positions that turned Mello on, and was confident in himself while he did it.

However, the searches took another turn… ones much more personal. “How to keep thoughts from straying away during sex?” 

Were it anyone else Mello knew he might get insulted, but he knew Near… he understood what the younger went through in both having the gift of his intellect, but also the curse of it as well. It was not that Mello was not good enough to hold his attention so much as it was that in those moments Near lost that delicate sense of control over his own thoughts. He sighed, shaking his head but continuing to read…

“How to initiate sex for myself?”

“Why do I feel so good when I’m with him?”

“Why do I feel complete? Whole?”

“How do I tell my partner that I love him?”

Mello’s heart stopped in his chest. He closed the laptop, his throat going bone dry. The words played over in his mind as though he had actually heard Near say them, Though, he supposed in a way Near actually had…

“What are you doing?” Came Near’s incredulous tone from across the room. 

Mello looked up to him, as though seeing him in an entirely new light now that he knew what he’d been searching. And that last search… What was he supposed to do… to say?

Ultimately he shook his head, “Nothing. Just… getting to know you better.”

Near’s look shifted, eyeing his laptop but merely responding slowly with, “Did you find somewhere suitable for dinner?”

“No…” Mello’s brow raised, a smirk passing his features, “Actually, I think I’d rather have you for dinner, instead.” 

He put the laptop aside to get up and cross the space to him just as Near replied, “Me? Mello, that’s referred to as cannibalism and is in fact quite illegal.”

Name of creator: @haleybopcomet

Created for: @minisuccessor

Prompt: Wearing traditional Japanese Yukatas/Dancing at night surrounded by stars

Artist: @just-smol

Gift for: @haleybopcomet

Prompt: Request 2:[Happy/Normal AU] Mello and Near taking a vacation to Disney World.

Oh my god this was so much harder than I imagined it was going to be.

For reference, Mello’s outfit in this is loosely based off that ridiculous outfit he wears on his page in HTR.

Warning: Slightly(?) nsfw

Enjoy~

Title: Zipper Madness

Near’s lips pressed against Mello’s, meeting the fire and roughness behind the actions with his own energy, or as much as he could muster given his distracted state of being lifted into the blonde’s arms. His arms slid around Mello’s neck as he was carried to the bedroom, as though there was even a slight inkling that they might be separated for any longer than it would take for either of them to take a breath.

Near’s body felt like it was on fire and the only remedy for it was Mello. In any saner state of mind he might cringe at just how cliche the sentiment sounded... But for the moment, he overlooked it.

He was finally deposited onto the mattress where Mello came to stand between the younger successor’s legs. Near knew what came next; knew what he should do in their moment of passion. He looked down...

Then he stopped.

His gray eyes trailed the numerous zippers lining Mello’s outfit, looking them up and down like Mello had concocted some kind of cruel, knotted puzzle designed specifically for Near to unravel. 

And perhaps he would, but in that moment he could hardly help himself from saying, “What exactly are you wearing?” The sexually frustrated part of him said that of course Mello wouldn’t make this easy for him...

“It’s called fashion.” Mello retorted.

Near merely shot a look back up to him that said, ‘You have got to be kidding me...’ but instead he let his hands glide over the tight leather of the outfit, feeling the way it hugged Mello’s body perfectly, yet the chill of the zippers reminded him of his current dilemma.

“How exactly do you expect me to take them off of you?”

Blue eyes rolled as though insulted by Near’s question, “Technically you don’t even need to.”

Again Near’s gazy moved up to meet him, then back down, “Show me.”

Mello huffed, clearly a bit put off by Near’s unwillingness to at least take a crack of solving the puzzle on his own; the reaction seeming to imply that Mello had at least partially purchased the outfit with the intent of frustrating Near with it.

Still, Mello reached around to a side zipper, pulling it down and around his crotch area, allowing the fabric to pull back, though only to reveal more fabric material... kept closed with a series of ties.

Again Near’s look moved between watching Mello in a shocked silence and watching his fingers work. Finally the strings holding it together were undone and could be pushed open to reveal his erection. 

The part of Near that wanted him and wanted to carry on with their actions couldn’t even seem to respond, though. Instead, all he could say was, “That is the most ridiculous outfit I have ever seen.”

Mello scoffed, “Do you realize how hard it is to get leather on and off? This ease of access just makes things more convenient.”

Near’s look was unamused as obviously to some extent Mello had planned this... sure, the leather looked good on him, but for the blonde the real prize had to be watching Near stammer with the puzzle of zippers when the ‘solution’ was so easy.

He shook his head, pushing that fact aside for the moment to shift to the edge of the bed and take Mello’s member in hand, beginning to stroke him, “Who knew you could be so petty, dear Mello.”

Name of Creator: Dotti55

Createad for:  Haley-Bop Comet

Prompt:  Light and Misa are Married and He Has a Successful Career but he’s seeing L on the Side

One Day is Today

Light looked at his watch in the dark and sighed heavily; this was always the most difficult part.  He smiled at the head of wild, black hair lying on his chest and gently carded his fingers through it, the man to whom it belonged moving against his fingers.

“Ryuzaki, I’m sorry, but it’s time for me to go,” he said softly.  The soft groan he received in answer made him feel even worse.  “I know, but…”

“Yes, yes I understand,” Ryuzaki answered with a sigh and moved from Light’s chest.  “It’s the burden of being the other woman.” he chuckled softly. “Always being left behind, but it’s worth it.” he added kissing Light softly, then moving the kisses down to Light’s bare chest. 

“Please don’t, this is difficult enough,” he said moving him away.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” he said sitting up and smiling at him.  “Maybe one day you won’t have to leave.”

Light smiled and kissed him softly.   “One day, I promise.” he said and slid out of bed.  Ryuzaki watched him find his clothes and hold up his  boxers in horror.  “What did you do?” he asked showing him the rip up the side. 

Ryuzaki shrugged.  “I was desperate, it has been a while since we were able to be together.” he answered with a grin.

“I know and I apologized; but things have been hectic lately and…”

“Your wife…” Ryuzaki added running a hand through his hair, “She gets you first, I know."  Light looked away before sliding on the torn boxers.

"It’s difficult right now, but it won’t always be.  Things will be the way we want them soon.” he climbed back on the bed and kissed him again. “I do love you, Ryuzaki."   Ryuzaki moved away and slid out of bed himself, reaching for his own boxers.

"So you say,” he said with a smirk, “You better hurry, it’s very late."  Light nodded and finished getting dressed.  "Would you meet me for breakfast in the morning before work?” he asked.

“Perhaps.  What time would you like me to meet you and where?” Ryuzaki answered.

“8:00 a.m., at the restaurant next to the NPA building.  Please?”

“So close to work, what if one of your co-workers sees us?” he asked.

“What if they do, they can’t look at us and know we’re sleeping together. They’ll think we’re friends.  Please, Ryuzaki?" 

"I’ll think about it, Light.  Now get out before she comes looking for you."  Light sighed, went to him and kissed him again.

"8:00 Ryuzaki!” he said before running out of the door. 

“8:00,” he said softly to the closed door.

Light arrived home, quietly got undressed and slid into bed beside his wife.  Misa sighed and opened her eyes, smiling when she saw him.

“Working hard for that promotion aren’t you?” she said sleepily as she kissed his cheek before putting her arm around him.

“Yes, sorry to wake you. Go back to sleep,” he told her and turned to his side away from her.  She agreed and closed her eyes quickly falling back asleep as Light stared into the darkness, finally making a decision.

The next morning, he finished got dressedquickly, fixing his tie and making sure his hair was just right as he looked in the bathroom mirror.   Misa watched her husband from behind, a smirk on her face and her hands on her hips.

“You don’t take that much time getting ready when we go out,” she complained.  Light looked at her thru the mirror and sighed.

“Yes, well, most of our nights out involve me just being there while you deal with your people, the press, fans…no one really cares what I look like so it doesn’t really matter.”  She moved closer to him, putting her arms around his waist.

“I’m sorry Light, those things are boring, but I have to do them.  It’s much easier when you’re with me though.”   Light pulled out of her grasp and moved away.

“I’ll be late tonight; they’re throwing me a party to celebrate my promotion; just the guys,” he said cutting off the chance for her to ask to join him.

“I’m proud of you, the NPA’s youngest detective,” she said, “Are you sure I can’t go with you?”  he nodded quickly.

“Yes, it’s just the guys,” he said with a small smile.

“Maybe when you come home we can have our own celebration,” she said reaching for him, “I promise we can do whatever you want; it’s been a while.”  Light tried not to show the revulsion he felt at the idea.  Sex with Misa, just like his entire marriage, was a duty, it was expected of him, but it wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed.  Especially since he had something so much better to look forward to these days.

“Maybe, I’ll just have to see how I feel when I get home,” he said moving away from her. 

“I’ll wear something special,” she said softly, “Something I know you’ll love.”

“You do that,” he said grabbing his phone and moving toward the door.

“Light!  You’re not kissing me good-bye?” she asked and he stopped.

“Oh…sorry,” he said moving back to her and giving her a quick peck before going back to the door.  “Gotta go, getting a new case.” He explained then stopped.  “Misa, when I do get home, there’s something important we need to discuss.”

“Sure, but after we celebrate,” she said with a giggle, then watched him leave their apartment and practically run to his car.  She moved away from the window and was surprised he hadn’t touched his breakfast or his coffee.  She chuckled to herself as she went to get dressed; he must be really excited about this new case to skip breakfast, she thought and giggled again.

Light pulled up to the café and was able to park right outside.  He checked the time and looked at himself in the rear view mirror quickly before getting out of the car.  He walked into the café and began looking around.  He sighed happily when he saw what he was looking for, a head full of dark, messy hair, and moved in that direction.

“I’m sorry if I’m late,” he said as he sat down across from the young man at the table.  Large dark eyes rolled up from the coffee they had been staring at and looked at him.

“Of course you’re not late,” he said with a smile, “I’d be quite surprised if you were ever late.”  Light smiled and reached under the table and took his hand.

“Good morning, Ryuzaki,” he said softly, “I’m glad you could meet me for breakfast.”

“How could I not when you asked so nicely?” Ryuzaki answered squeezing Light’s hand under the table.  “Besides, I have to enjoy every moment we can have together, we don’t have many.”  Light sighed and pulled his hand away.

“I’m sorry, but I’m trying to be more available.  Between work and…”

“Your wife,” Ryuzaki added as he sipped his coffee.

“Yes…well…there is that,” he chuckled, “I’m sorry but…I promise, that’s going to change.” He said and stopped when the waitress came to their table.   He ordered coffee and smirked when L ordered a chocolate crepe.

“For breakfast?” he asked.

“For any time,” Ryuzaki answered.  “After six months, I’m surprised you’re even questioning my tastes.”

“I’m not questioning, just slightly amused,” Light answered then reached under the table again.  “I was saying that things were going to change.”  Ryuzaki raised an eyebrow.

“Change? In what way? Should I be concerned?” he asked.  Light shook his head.

“No, not in that way.  But I’m tired of sneaking around with you, Ryuzaki.  It’s time to stop hiding. I always told you that one day I would work this out; today is that day.”

Ryuzaki pulled his hand away.

“And what would that do to the career of the youngest detective in the history of the NPA?,” he shook his head. “I’m not willing to put your career at risk because I wish to spend more time with you.”

“Nothing.  My father is the Deputy Director, nothing will happen.  Ryuzaki…I love you, I’m tired of hiding it.”

“And your wife?  Light, I’m relatively content seeing you when I can; I understand the situation, I knew what it was when we became involved.”

“My marriage never was a real marriage to me, I did what I had to do.  I care about Misa but not like I love you; I’m only happy when I’m with you.  I can’t even bring myself to have sex with her anymore, all I can think about is being with you.”   Ryuzaki looked down at his coffee.

“I can’t say that I haven’t secretly wished for this, but now when you actually say it, it makes me realize what could be at stake for you,” he looked up at him.  “Perhaps it is time I backed away.”  Light squeezed his hand under the table tightly.

“Don’t even joke about that,” Light told him leaning across the table, “Now that I’ve been with you I know what I want.  Ryuzaki, don’t you love me?”

Ryuzaki fought with himself for a few moments.  If he told him he didn’t it would hurt him, but it would keep him from risking his career and future for him; but he was sure Light knew better.

“Yes, of course I do, you know this.  It’s why I’m willing to share your time with your wife,” he answered truthfully.

“Then that’s all I need to know.  Trust me, everything will work out the way we want it to. It may take a little time, but I’ll make it work.  In the meantime, there’s a party tonight for me, and I’m bringing you as my guest.  And after…”

Ryuzaki smiled then let his tongue run over his lips. 

“After there will be desert,” he finished squeezing Light’s hand tightly.  The waitress arrived with Light’s coffee and his crepe.  “But at the moment, I’m more interested in this crepe than you.”  

Artist: @just-smol

Gift for: @haleybopcomet

Prompt: Request 1:[High School AU] Mello and Near holding hands or kissing as they study in the library. For outfit reference, you can see high-school-au tag on my blog!

Artist’s Notes: uh so yea ok how about them holding hands in the library °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°??? Overall I changed their outfits a bit cause i feel like it express their personalities more.

 /andalsobecausemyhandrefusetodrawromanceitriedireallydid/

To be frank i feel like Near would still dart my ass if I stuff him in a dress whichever universe he’s in and I don’t want that. Near should be able to attracts Mello just by being how he’s describe in the series. They have a undeniable angsty relationship like a magnet and Near just can’t care enough about what he wears.