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Tom = Pillow

Summary: You lost your favourite pillow and Tom offered to be it for you

Word count: 1018

A/n: Sorry for mistakes and I hope you’ll like it:)

Tom, Harrison, Jacob Harry and I were  in the privat plane. We’re going to Singapore for Spider-man premiere. I have never be on plane until Tom’s world premiere tour.

This is my 4th time on air. I’m not as afraid as at the first time, but I still need my pillow. It makes me feel calmer and I can fall asleep faster with it. Of course, I use my pillow not only on flights. I like hug it during my sleep and I’m so happy that I took it with me. 

Now it’s 11pm and I’m too tired, that’s why I prepare for sleep. Pijama already on me, Tom always laughs when I wear it on a airplane, because nobody here do it. I can’t find my pillow and I feel nervous. Boys playing cards. I don’t want to bother them, but If I don’t find it, I will ask them to help me. 

So, I’m trying to find my pillow is about 30 minutes. Where could I left it? It always was with me. I’m going to ask Tom about my thing. They are sitting on the chair and talking. I stopped in the doorway and just looked at them.

“Hey, love. Something happened?” Tom noticed me first. 

 "Yeah, I think, I lost my pillow. You know that I can’t sleep without it" I’m sure, now I look like a child. 

“Y/n, look” Boys looked at us “You can try to sleep without your pillow? Maybe, you can do it” I made a deep breath and understood, that Tom can’t help me. Shit. Were I could left my pillow?! "If you want, I can go sleep with you" said Tom with a little smile on his face. I like this idea. 

 "You’ll be my pillow" after this, boys started laughing and Tom kissed me. 

“So, can we go guys?” He looked at Haz and Jacob. They pretended as though they discussed this issue and after a couple seconds said yes.

“Good night sweet couple” Harrison dicided to laugh at us. 

“Shut up Haz” Tom turned around to him and showed the middle finger.

“Don’t forget to use condoms!” I blushed and tried not to look at my boyfriend. Of course, we had sex, but for me it’s still embarrassingly. 

“Oh, guys! Can you just be quiet?” Tom looked at them and without letingt them tell anything, closed the door of our little room.  

“Stupid guys” Tom laughed, turned his arms around my waist and his lips met mine. 

“I think, we shouldn’t even try to do that” I looked at my boyfriend. I’m sure, that’s impossible to sleep without my pillow. I use it scince I was 9.  

“Nothing wrong will happen, If you just try to fall asleep. Y/n, I’ll be with you, as you said, I’ll be your pillow” He looked at me with tenderness. 

“Okay, let’s try. But I don’t promise” I looked  at Tom, who already fell down on the bed. 

“Just  come to me” He rolled his eyes and pulled me to him. “Don’t tell anything, relax" 

We crossed our legs and I layed on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat and breath. That made me to relax and close eyes. 

"Are you sleeping?” Whispered Tom.

“I just relaxed… maybe, you are a good pillow” I heard how he gave a chuckle. My eyes were still closed.

“I’m better than your pillow” Now that was my turn to chuckle “I love your pijama. This monkeys are funny” My face became red, I forgot about my pijama. This one is my new. I bout it before our flight and this is the first time I wear it. 

“I like my pijama too” I made a deep breath and tried to fall asleep. Surpricely, I was already sleeping after five minutes. I felt more comfortable with Tom. Of course, he is warm, soft and… he’s Tom. That’s enough. 

When I woke up, Holland still slept and I decided not to bother him. Where is my toothbrush? As I remember, it should be in my bag, which in the top-drawer. I tried to go as quiet as possible, because everyone is still sleeping.

So, when I came to top-drawer and opened it, I found… my pillow! I would never put it here. Wait… Did Tom do that?! I’m not sure, but the one who could do this is Tom. Guys wouldn’t risk, because they know that with me, jokes are bad. 

“Tom fucking Holland. You are dead.” I whispered and came back to our place. 

I’m not mad at him, but the fact, that he did it… I decided to take a revenge and beat him by my pillow, then jump on him. Of course, I’m not an elephant, but also not a feather. 

So, when I did this, Tom groaned with pain and tried to throw me off. I laughed and kissed him.  

“You are a little asshole Tomas, you know?"  

"Okay, okay, I give up. Just stand up from me” His voice was hoarse. 

“Why did you do that?” I asked and rolled onto the bed. 

“I… fuck,” he closed his eyes “I was jealous” I started laughing loudly. 

“You were jealous about my pillow? Tomas Stanley Holland, you are my boyfriend and I even couldn’t imagine that you, hot and cute guy will be jealous about my pillow!” I couldn’t stop laughing. 

“You sleep with it every night and I can’t even hug you, because you hug this shitty pillow. I hate it” He looks so cute when he’s angry. I completly stopped laughind and just stared at him with love. “I love you” He looked at you surprisly. 

“If you want it, I’ll try to get used to sleep without my favourite pillow. But instead of it, you’ll be my pilliow and… I think you’ll be better" 

Now was Tom’s turn to smile and laugh. He pulled you to him and kissed tenderly.

"Oh-h, I’m sure, I’ll be more than better” He kissed me again. 

  Can’t wait him to be my favourite pillow

[serahne]

I would cry tears of joy if you did Meronia with 41.

Please, don’t cry friend, but here it goes

Send me a ship and a number and I’ll write a short fic about it

41 - ghost/living person au( I mean “au”… it’s relatively canon compliant at the end of the day )

Near spread every files he had collected on the Budapest Murders on the floor, covering the immaculate white tiles with gruesome pictures of beheaded corpses. He looked at it for a few seconds, nonplussed by the scenes, and trying as much as possible to put himself in the killer’s shoes, in the killer’s mind. Why beheading ?

He raised his head toward the other… person in the room, who had been suspiciously silent during Near’s preparations. Mello was sit on the desk, legs crossed, an absent look in his eyes. Near didn’t like that look at all since it wasn’t Mello’s style to zone out like that. He only started to do it after.

After his death.

“What do you think about it, Mello ?” he asked, trying to direct the boy’s attention on the case.

Mello blinked but after a moment, he seemed to snap out of the weird state he was in and threw an uninterested look at the pictures.

“Amateur work, come on. What did they use to do that ? An axe ?”

Near nodded. Axe would be consistent with the coroner’s rapport.

“It could be. Would it take long ? It must not come off that easily.”

Mello nodded and Near realized how weird it was to not see him eat chocolate. He couldn’t eat anything at all. He had asked him if he missed it, but Mello hadn’t seem able to answer. “I don’t know.” he had said. “I know I like the taste, but it’s not like I’m having withdrawal symptoms or anything. It’s just… gone ?”

Gone, right.

“Yeah, seems like a crazy waste of time. Whether the guy is psychotic and didn’t care, or that’s what he wanted us to think. Or his favorite meal is raw brain. That’s a possibility.”

Near rolled his eyes and was about to answer when he heard a knock to the door. Near threw a look at Mello who shrugged and disappeared.

“Come in.” he said.

Gevanni entered the room, and his face turned pale when he saw what was on the floor of his boss’s room.

“Good god Near, I knew this guy was something, but that’s… out there.” he said, obviously disgusted but keeping of mask of professionalism in place - something that Near could appreciate. “We really need to get him soon.”

“We will, Gevanni, have no doubt about that. Did you want something ?” Near asked, staring at the corner of the room where Mello was probably. He was really good at ‘feeling’ him, even if it did have some drawbacks, like when Mello decided to be an ass and to sneak up in the bathroom when he was showering.

“Not really, I thought I’ve heard… voices ?” Gevanni frowned. “I wondered if someone was in there, so I came to check it out, just in case.”

“Don’t worry, it was mine.” Near brushed it off “Talking helps me with my reflexion. I’m sorry if I worried you.”

“Ah !” Gevanni’s eyes widened. “No, I wasn’t worried… I mean, I was ? Of course, I want you to be at your best for solving the cases, but if you need to rest for a while it wouldn’t be…”

“Thank you, Gevanni” Near cut him off “But I’m fine and we… I’m working on the case right now, and I would like to do it alone, if you please”.

Gevanni frowned but since he couldn’t disobey a direct order from him, he ended up by leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

“I don’t like this guy.” Mello commented so fast that he was still in the middle of appearing.

“Really ? He is actually pretty efficient.” He didn’t particularly like or dislike him, as long as he did his work, Near was satisfied.

“He likes you.” said Mello, annoyed. He wasn’t pouting but the simple idea was so ridiculous that Near did his best to not smile, knowing that Mello wouldn’t be happy with this reaction.

“Probably not. He thinks I’m crazy and that I’m talking to myself, Lidner does too. Also I didn’t know you were so insecure, Mello, it’s not like you.”

“He is a loser, but he is alive, so yeah, I’m a little insecure on this particular point.”

Near stared at Mello, his dear Mello, who was showing the first instance of weakness he had ever witnessed. Near bit the inside of his mouth. He wasn’t good at that at all.

“I don’t really care about the labels.” he tried.

For one second, Mello looked at him, appalled, and then, unexpectedly, he bursted into laughter, so loud and unrestrained that Near was scared that the others would hear it. And if it was already bad to let them think that he was talking to himself, this would earn him a trip to the next hospital.

Mello didn’t seem to care, laughind so much that his face was all red.

“I guess it was careless to say that” Near tried to correct his mistake. “I’m not really sure how to answer your insecurities. Do you want me to die too ? Would it make it better ?”

He wasn’t very fond of the idea, but he hoped that Mello would consider his question and realize how serious he was about him having no competition whatsoever.

Unfortunately, his question only added to Mello’s hilarity who was even crying, holding his belly and Near started to be annoyed by this joke he suspected to be against him.

After a long minute, Mello sobered up and wiped off the tears stuck in the corner of his eyes.

“You’re really bad at that, you know that ? I suspected it, but you are total shit at comforting people” he smirked, and for one second he was his Mello again, back at the Wammy’s House.

“I’m learning.” Near said.

“Oh no you’re not.” Mello moved closer, enough that Near would be able to feel the warmth of his body if he still had a body. “It’s okay, though. I don’t mind spending the next sixty years working on these stuff with you. As terrible as you are, it’s still better than Hell.”

He frowned.

“What do you mean sixty years ? If it’s a possibility, I’ll keep working after I’m dead.”

“Oh ? Why ? Scared to be bored ?” Mello’s cocky smile was teasing him.

“Never as long as I’m with you.”

Mello’s eyes widened and he turned his head quickly enough so that Near wasn’t able to say if he was blushing or not.

“I guess you’re right” he said. “You are learning.”

Near smiled.