#thank FUCK i stopped going on those but the disgusting remarks that the other users would say and
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doctors appointment tmrw for ana and jm so fucking worried tjat im going to have to do some kind of intensive therapy instead of just seeing a dietician/specialist once every month
#ed ment#i dont think im ready for a change or ready to accept help again but my view of myself is so horribly distorted#that im losing sleep over it and relentlessly punishing myself for existing#i dont even feel hopeful i know deep down i am seeking out help to appease others just like i did last time#and although i made progress i was also lying through my teeth and putting shit in my pockets at weigh ins#that didnt work nor did chugging water before appointments but i got a lit of dumbass tips from those#horrible forums that i was on#thank FUCK i stopped going on those but the disgusting remarks that the other users would say and#the beliefs they upheld still haunt me and rule my life with an iron fist#my dads telling everything i said to my mom in hopes she will give insight but he keeps forgetting that shes mommy ana#i can hear her now saying “oh no marie ate just fine today and has been getting better. i feel fat sometimes too you know.”#is it even fair to get mad at her if deep down i want a scapegoat and an excuse to continue my wack behavior
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Dorm Life - Shoto Todoroki
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Tags: Shoto Todoroki x Reader, Binaural, Fluff, Cursing, Minor Angst, Kissing (escandalo)
Synopsis: A compilation of drabbles of your life during the pandemic, quarantined in the UA dorms.
Word Count: 2734
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CLASSES
The Sun let its light brush against your skin, giving you a warm hug in the morning. You awoke to the pale blue skies that were painted so elegantly it made you stare. The cumulus clouds softly danced on its stage, etching a smile on your face. You looked around the room, checking for the clock to see what time it was currently.
10:00 a.m. - You were supposed to wake up at 8:00.
Worry rushed through you. The fear of you being late for class thrummed as you tried to get out of your bed.
Hint: tried.
You turned to your side and looked at the male beside you. His hands had found their way around your waist, pulling you in. His head was pressed against your shoulder. His twin-colored hair was disheveled thanks to him turning himself all through the night, His long eyelashes framed his closed lids, his lips slightly parted. Small snores came out in intervals as he snuggled into you, his vice grip around your body tightening even more.
You could help but trace his lips with your finger - it was so soft, you had to.
You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then laid your forehead against his.
“Get up, Sho - class starts in 10 minutes,” you said, rubbing his shoulder.
“I don’t want to, this is too comfortable,” he mumbled, rubbing his head on your shoulder.
“What are you, a cat?” You joked, placing your hands on his cheek, “Let me at least get my laptop on - I can tell Aizawa we’re sharing my laptop and we can just join the class here.”
“Getting the laptop means that you move - and you are not moving,” he said, tightening his grip on you.
“You know we’re going to be in trouble if we don’t join the class, right? Oh yeah, it starts in 5 minutes,” you said, slightly annoyed at him.
Shoto sighs in defeat, “Fine - but, hurry up,”
You pry his arms off of you and rush to your table to get the laptop on. Thankfully, you managed to join the class 3 minutes before it began.
“Aren’t you coming back in here?” Todoroki whined, patting the space beside him.
“Are you finally awake?” You question him.
“Kind of?”
“ ‘Kind of?’ “
“Yes, I am awake - I no longer need to sleep,” he groans.
You take your laptop and place it in the space between the two of you as you sit back on the bed. You pressed another kiss on his forehead, making him smile.
“Good morning, snowflake,” he says as he returns your kiss with one on your forehead.
“Good morning, Sho.”
“Now that you both have shown a great deal of affection, Y/N and Shoto,” Eraserhead says from your Zoom call, “Can my class finally begin?”
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LUNCH BREAK
“I got the money from Aizawa for our meals! Can you all go through the menu and tell me what you want on the class group chat?” Momo shouted from the living room.
“Imagine eating great food for free?” Uraraka smiled, enjoying how our meals were paid for by the school itself, “The pandemic is amazing yet so annoying at the same time.”
You chuckle at the brown-haired girl, seeing her awe-filled expression.
“What are you getting?” You ask her.
“Hmm… maybe Udon? It’s been a long time since I ate it, and since it’s not coming from my pocket…” she eyed the menu, “I’m getting the most expensive one.”
“You know he gave a set amount for the whole class right?” You look at her mischievous expression.
“I’m pretty sure we can stay within the budget. Our class generally doesn’t spend much money on food, right?”
You looked across the room to see Kaminari and Kirishima going through the menu.
“You think those two will be reasonable with their spending? Knowing them, they’re most probably buying the whole menu plus snacks,” you say, looking at their joy-filled grins.
You saw Shoto walk beside Iida, heading towards the two males. Intrigued, you and Uraraka walked towards the group of four.
“Hey,” you say as you hug Shoto from the back, “Everything okay?”
“These two,” Iida said, anger laced in his words, “Ordered everything on the menu.”
You held back your laughter, unlike Uraraka.
“Your skills in predicting the future astound me, Y/N L/N,” she says, covering her mouth.
“Hush,” you say, smiling.
“The two of you…” Iida began, looking at the two wrongdoers, “I don’t know how your closer friends handle you two.”
You look at the scene unfolding in front of you, smiling.
Iida was full-on lecturing the two males, his hands moving in all ten directions. Kaminari and Kirishima just stood there, dumbfounded. You could see the two of them slowly spacing out from the ‘conversation’, but Iida kept going on.
“Hey,” Shoto whispered, “Wanna have a mini-date tonight? I’ll order a few things and get them sent here, and we can watch a movie together?”
“Don’t use the money Aizawa gave though - we don’t need a third victim of Iida’s lectures,” you whisper, earning a smile from the stoic male.
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MINI-DATES
You opened the door to Shoto’s room, comfortably dressed in your Axolotl onesie. In your hands, you brought a hard drive filled with movies that you felt that you both would enjoy. Seeing that Shoto wasn’t in the room, you laid on his bed, waiting for the arrival of the owner of the room. Your eyes went straight to his mirror. He had slid multiple polaroid pictures of you and your friends in the corners of the mirror. Each one of the photos had a small remark, reminding you of all the memories you’ve made throughout your years in UA.
Your hands grazed on the photo he kept on the bedside table.
It was a picture of him and his mother smiling.
Your chest panged when you saw it. He had told you the story behind his scar and his life within the Todoroki household. His hatred for his father grew every day, yet he could never hate his mother - the very person who gave him the scar on his face.
“I love that picture, but not as much as I love this one,” Shoto said, pointing at a photo in the top-left corner of his mirror.
It was a picture of both of you visiting his mother with Fuyumi and Natsuo.
“I’ll admit Natsuo was not the most welcoming to the idea of me dating you, but he slowly loved you as a sibling. I did talk about you to Fuyumi a bunch of times, but she had her suspicions - that all changed when she met you, though. Mom…”
He hesitated, “...she didn’t like the idea of me dating anyone. Yet, you managed to make her like you so much, now she only asks about you whenever I call her,” he chuckled.
“My family loves you - except Endeavor, of course,” he groaned.
“He’ll come around, eventually. You, however,” you walk up to him and cup his face, “Need to talk to him properly - no filter, just say everything.”
You lie back down on the bed, patting the space beside you, “Hurry up - the snacks you bought are calling me.”
After multiple small banters, you both finally decided on Shrek and began to watch the movie.
After a while, you found yourself lying on Shoto’s chest, playing with his fingers as you focused on the movie. Shoto, however, stared at your cute expressions, taking mental notes of all the small things you did when a scene disgusted you, made you laugh or made you feel sad.
“Y/N,” he whispered in your ear once the movie ended, “Thanks for loving me.”
You turned to face the fire user, cupping his face in your hands. His fingers found their way in your hair, enjoying the feeling of your soft locks against his calloused skin. Your thumb began to move in circular motions, eager to feel his soft skin against yours. You stared into his dual-coloured eyes, enjoying the brown and icy blue flecks within each eye. He relaxed against your touch, warmth radiating from him to you.
“I love you so much, Sho - and I will no matter what happens later on.”
You shared a kiss under the glow of the pale moonlight, but all you cared about was how perfect the man you were kissing was.
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TRAINING
“Hey Sho,” you say, nudging the male beside you, “You wanna train after this?”
“I can’t,” he said, looking down, “I asked Midoriya to help me with some things. The only time he’s free is after this, so…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll ask Uraraka!” you say, kissing him on the cheek, “Good luck with whatever you’re doing with Mido.”
Soon, both you and Uraraka headed to Ground Beta to train your hand-to-hand combat.
“Luckily all of us are vaccinated, or the training grounds wouldn’t be open,” you say, thinking.
“Okay, okay - you wanted to work on hand-to-hand combat, right?” You nodded.
Both you and Uraraka got into your positions, mentally preparing yourselves. You were ready to move towards her until you heard sounds coming from the entrance.
“Well, well, well - isn’t that two students from Class 3-A?” Monoma snickered.
You groaned before turning to face him.
“Hello, Monoma? Where’s Kendo?” you ask, hoping that the ginger would come and stop him.
“Kendo’s eating right now - don’t want to disturb her. I don’t mind messing with the two of you, though.”
“What’s the difference, Monoma?” Uraraka added, “We usually keep quiet, but Y/N and I would like to train, so it would be greatly appreciated if you either kept quiet or left.”
“Why would you want to train with them, though?” He said, looking at Uraraka, “They’re the weakest bitch in your whole class, aren’t they?”
“The fuck, Monoma?!” you shouted, “That’s going a bit too far, don’t you think?”
“What? I’m just stating facts; you entered the class later than everyone else, you’re quirkless since you depend on your weapons, you need to train with others so that you can win 10% of the time - don’t the facts say it all?”
“Monoma, you might want to - ”
“Stop? Why should I?” he laughed, “It’s about time someone told you the truth; you’re useless, unneeded, a waste of space, and never going to be a hero - not even a sidekick.”
“So, the student who single-handedly served you your own ass in a fight doesn’t deserve to stay, but your weak fucking self can stay?” Shoto chuckled darkly, his hand slowly freezing Monoma’s shoulder, “That’s a lot of self-confidence for someone who hasn’t fought well for 3 years straight.”
“Next time you talk shit about Y/N, don’t expect to leave without losing any limbs,” he shouted, scaring Monoma.
“Shoto,” you begin, “Let me fight my own battles.”
He stares at you and sighs. His vice grip on Monoma loosens as you walk towards him.
You run your sword against his hands, small cuts forming.
“Talk shit about me again and you won’t be standing. Get the fuck out, dumbass.”
Monoma runs out of Ground Beta, making you chuckle.
“Damn, Y/N,” Uraraka says from afar.
“That’s my lover,” Shoto says, smiling.
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NIGHTMARES
You woke up to the sounds of Shoto whimpering in his sleep.
His clothes were soaked by his sweat, trails of tears strung down his face.
He was shaking - shivering.
Small screams of Natsuo, Fuyumi and Rei’s names escaped his lips along with soft sobs.
“Shoto!” You shouted, shaking him, “Wake up, it’s only a dream - they’re okay, they’re alive.”
You heard your name.
You heard his voice become louder, screaming your name in pain.
“I’m here, I’m fine,” you whisper in his ear.
“I’m right here, Shoto - I haven’t left you. I am here, hugging you. Wake up, okay?’
You heard his whimpers stop as he wrapped his arms around you. He nuzzled his face into your chest as you patted his head.
“Y/N…” you heard him mumble, “Y/N… you’re fine, right?”
“I’m fine, Sho. I’m here hugging you, aren’t I?”
He nodded, pressing his head against your chest.
“You want to talk about it?”
“No…” he trailed off.
“Okay, don’t worry,” you say, kissing him on his head.
“You want me to get you something? Milk, water…?” you ask him, slowly prying yourself off of him.
“Don’t go anywhere.”
“Ok then, koala - I’m not going anywhere,” you say, chuckling.
You hummed a song as you rubbed Shoto’s back, giving him warmth. You wiped the trail of tears and pressed kisses on his cheek.
If he needs you to be his haven, you’ll be an oasis from all the bad.
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CLASS FUN
“Ok, so - everyone is here, right?” Mina said as she stood in the middle of the living room.
You looked at everyone in the living room. Everyone was excited - after all, it’s been a long time since you all did something together as a class.
“I think everyone’s here, Mina,” Shouji said, passing you your drink.
Shoto placed his head on your shoulder, groaning.
“What’s wrong with you?” you ask, worried.
“I wanted to just sleep in today…” he said, sulking.
“Come on, it’s been a long time since we did something as a class - who knows? This might be our last little thing as a class,” you retort.
He hummed in agreement, “Fine.”
“Great! Let’s bring back an old classic, shall we? The game that made all the couples in this classroom, the game that made the impossible possible,” she looked at Bakugou and Izuku, “Spin the Bottle Truth or Dare!”
“This fucking game?” Bakugo cussed.
“Relax, Kacchan~,” Kaminari said, teasing the other blonde.
“Shut up, dunce face,” Bakugo said with anger.
“Keep quiet, you two. Mina’s getting angry,” Kirishima said, eyeing the pink-haired female.
“So what if-”
“Kacchan, shush,” Izuku said, glaring at his partner.
“Thank you, my green-haired savior,” Mina said, smiling at Izuku.
“Let me re-explain how the game works; Person A will spin the bottle in the middle of the circle until it stops on Person B. Person A will play truth or dare with Person B. Clear?” Mina said, smiling.
The game soon spiraled out of control, just like everyone expected.
Kaminari danced in a maid dress, Shinsou was forced to call Aizawa and Present Mic ‘dads’ in a call on speaker, Kirishima was forced to scream “I’m hard!” out loud, and Mina sang Baby Shark to her lover - something we never thought Kirishima would enjoy.
In the last round, the bottle landed on Shoto.
The person who spun the bottle was Sero.
You knew he had something planned - you could see it in his eyes.
“Shoto Todoroki, truth or dare?” He said, smirking.
You looked at him, begging him to not choose dare.
“Truth, I guess?” he said, looking at you.
Phew.
“What do you and Y/N do when you’re alone?”
Shit.
“Take dare, take the dare, take the dare…” you mumbled under your breath, hoping he’d listen.
“Can I take the dare?” Shoto said, questioning your actions.
Phew.
“Make out with Y/N right here.”
Shit.
“Give them some privacy, Sero!” Uraraka shouted on your behalf.
“He already evaded the truth question, I’m not modifying the dare,” Sero said, huffing.
“Y/N,” Shoto said, looking at you, “Is it okay?”
You sigh in frustration, “I put us in this situation, Sho. Let’s just get it over with.”
Shoto smiled, looking at your pissed expression.
“Look at me,” he whispered in your ear, raising small goosebumps on your skin.
His hands slowly went to your cheeks, eyeing the flecks in your eyes - how they sparkled just for him and him alone. His thumb reached your lips and parted it - enjoying how you were putty in his hands. His hand slowly went from your cheek to your chin, raising it to make your forehead meet his.
“Geez, Y/N,” he said, lust filling his eyes, “You’re so perfect.”
He softly pressed his lips against yours. He sucked on your lips, enjoying the strawberry lip balm you put just before you entered the living room. Your hands gripped on his dual-colored hair, fingers entangled.
The soft kiss soon turned desperate, needy.
In, out, in, out - the synchronization of your lips.
The need for breath soon came and your lips parted from his.
“Well, that was something,” you said, laughing.
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Got to love AO3 where writers let readers comment only to rip into them when they do. To call them names, manipulate their feelings and treat them like trash. Not to mention hint at possibly pushing the writer to harm herself. Please be careful when interacting with this writer, don’t leave her constructive criticism since she’ll lash out badly. I’ve never had somebody react like that.
https://archiveofourown.org/users/User24601/pseuds/User24601
The exchange:
JustJim Writes: Something about this story felt off, Derek was too out if character for me, and the twins wouldn't keep silent like this. Of course the setting was very uncomfortable but there was a lack of personal detailing, as if the writer was doing an essay. It wasn't until I've read the original story that I realized this was a simple copy and paste with the changing of names and it all made sense.Just changing the names doesn't mean you can apply the story to another fandom, it simply doesn't fit. There's such a thing as different personalities, and this is lazy writing. For example, werewolves can't be drugged. Only way to weaken them is with wolfsbane or high current electricity. It would hamper their healing so he wouldn't be able to heal like you made him. Derek has been raped in the show by a female, he'd be way more stoic about it. And he wouldn'tbeg, he'ddemand.
Writer’s response: Greetings TROLL!!!! Wow! I must have really pissed you off for you to come lumbering out of the chasm of a hole you call a home in order to tell me off. You got so mad you even edited your initial comment.LOL!What joy it brings me to get this sort of comment from one of the internet's designated hobgoblins. I wonder, how it is that a person, who by all indications is NOT a writer, feels justified in criticizing the work of someone who actually does put in the time and effort to write and post for their readers? And for you to criticize FAN FICTION means you are a self-appointed gatekeeper! Congratulations! Your parents must be so PROUD!Here's a pro-tip for you, READ THE INTRODUCTORY NOTES! If you had *bothered* reading the notes, you would've quickly realized that not only is this work an adaptation of a prior work but you would've realized this was A GIFT. And, as gifts go, this was a customized story for a friend. This was not a "copy and paste" job as so many of the details have been altered and customized. There is additional content in this story and content from the other that has been removed. But if you don't like this retelling, then I suggest you take it up with Double_Dare_Dog as it was him I wrote this for and consulted with at length. He picked the twins out as the perpetrators, not me. I just kept them silent as silence is a major factor in this story. Silence is used as a weapon. Not that your troll brain can process such a concept.Now, I'll admit, I don't give a rat's ass about canon. Would you like to know why? Because I've done my research. This show's "writers" can't keep canon straight and it SHOWS! If they don't care about the canon, why should I? (Also, this is fan fiction... a genre typically known for being non-canon-compliant. Did you see any "canon-compliant" tags in the additional tags section? No? Then why would you think this was canon compliant?)One last thing, TROLL, before I send you off to that desolate and filthy hole in which you live, there are only three types of people whose opinion I actually value and have an obligation to which to listen: someone who is financing me, feeding me, or fucking me. Guess what, you neanderthal mouth-breather, you are DEFINITELY none of those things. And you certainly aren't my friend. So why don't you fuck off because I certainly don't want to fuck with you a second longer (and given the amount of negativity you give off, there is probably no one else in this world that wants to get any where near your disgusting genitals.)Have a LOVELY DAY!
JustJim Replies:I didn't realize that editing a comment was not allowed on here, I'm sorry for the inconvenience of bothering to make it less of a rant.And just because my profile is new, doesn't mean I'm not a writer, you don't know me, I don't know you, you make all kinds of assumptions in your hostile reply back. Which is fine, you do you. But I hope you realize that you've put your writing for all to read and comment, if you didn't want that, then maybe make it visible only for the one you gifted it to. Or disable comments. I won't make the mistake again to put any of my feelings down when reading something since clearly that makes me a troll. I'm not going to get into the rest of it, you made it personal, I'm choosing not to.
Writer’s response: Hello TROLL! So you have returned, you cantankerous hag! Looks like my friends were right about you. You're a glutton for punishment. You like the attention, and trust me, you're getting a lot of it since I've been keeping my followers updated on your remarks. They are enjoying this exchange as much as I am.You are exactly right, you don't know who is at the other end of a screen. So you had no way of knowing that my Grandmother died the same day you posted your trolling and gatekeeping review of my work. Not that you care, you disgusting gutter-snipe, but had I been the type of person that was easily influenced by the unkind remarks of others, your comment could've been a catalyst resulting in unfortunate consequences. Your selfish comments were clear in their intent. You want me to delete my work or stop writing altogether. What a truly asshat way of conducting yourself on the internet.I find it HILARIOUS that you say "you do you" and yet you were the one that came here and spouting off drivel about canon and my writing style. I did not force you to read my story, nor did I force you to leave a comment. Those were all choices you made. You have only yourself to blame for getting your precious feelings hurt. You don't want to make this personal, though, right? Because calling someone's work "lazy writing" isn't personal???? Call me a lazy writer and I'll call you whatever I want to, you ogre-ous harpy.As for disabling comments??? Pshh, as if! Why? I can hold my own just fine against ignorant and foolish twatwaffles. And if you haven't noticed, I write TORTURE PORN. That means I am one of two things: a sadist or a masochist. Guess which one I am? Guess how much fun I am having ripping into you right now? Also, I am THRILLED that you keep upping my stats on this work. Thank you!So next time you decide to come over with your snide and gatekeeping remarks, just remember that I will never back down. I will never kowtow to your asinine writing preferences. If you don't like how I've responded, then I suggest you don't FUCK with me.Wishing you the best this Holiday season *kisses*
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The Roaring 20′s
New Years Eve is finally here, and the Egos have opened up the bar to party! Chase, Jackie, Shawn and Henrik end up getting a little too drunk, and JJ and Marvin have to keep things under control.
Thankfully, everyone seems to be happy, playful and silly right now. This could be easy!...right?
There's a few swears in this fanfic. Just be warned.
It's New Years Eve, and the Egos have opened up the bar for some good ol' fashioned partying! A little known fact about Jamie: He is an AMAZING bartender! He can come up with those well-known alcoholic blends on the fly! How? He simply memorized them from working full-time as a bartender for many years, before his entertainment career took off! So, Jamie was volunteering behind the counter, serving up the Ego's favorite drinks. He was also keeping in mind how much each ego was drinking. Knowing Chase, he might end up overdoing it. Shawn was known for overdoing the drinks as well, so he'd have to keep an eye on both of them. Thankfully, Marvin didn't appear to be drinking very much. Telling by the cup in his hand, Marvin was most likely drinking something. But it was barely anything compared to the other Egos.
"Hey Jamie, my man! Can I have one of those Jack and cokes please?" Chase asked. Jamie smiled, nodded his head and took his glass back. He placed a few ice cubes into the glass, dumped some Jack Daniel's whiskey into the glass, and filled the rest of it with Coca Cola. Then, he handed it to Chase and put the lid back onto the Jack Daniel's.
"Thanks! You're the best! How long have you been bartending for?" Chase asked, taking a sip of his cocktail.
'35 years.' Jamie signed back. Chase choked on his drink.
"How old are you again?!" Chase asked, wide-eyed. Jamie laughed, and clapped his hands in amusement.
'Do you really wanna know?' Jamie asked, still silently laughing in both amusement and embarrassment.
"Yeah! How old are ya?" Chase repeated. Jamie shook his head with a big smile on his face.
'Older than I look, that's for sure.' Jamie replied.
"Aw, come on man! Specify!" Chase whined.
Jamie bursted out into another fit of laughter. He took a moment to calm down, before answering his question. 'Honestly? Older than the World War II survivors. I should be dead.' Jamie replied, before falling into another fit of laughter. Chase's face went pale, as he slowly, and awkwardly, placed his drink down on the coaster in front of him.
"Jesus...You're older than most of the boomers that are still living..." Chase muttered.
Jamie sighed. "Uncultured millennial's..." Jamie joked.
Chase gasped, causing Jamie to burst out laughing once again. "HEY! How DARE you make fun of me! I'll have you know, that the millennial's are the most well-behaved generation so far!" Chase argued.
'Is that true? Or is that just your biased opinion?' Jamie asked.
"He's right." Henrik butted in. "Millennial's are zhe most vell-behaved generation, according to scientists." Henrik clarified.
'Well, I'm not surprised. My generation was drinking, partying and having sex every evening.' Jamie mentioned.
"That's true." Chase agreed.
"And surprizingly, not a lot has changed, over zhe years..." Henrik muttered, before sipping on his drink. Jamie giggled at Henrik's last remark.
15 minutes later:
"Hey guys! I have a funny idea! Let's watch Unus Annus on YouTube! I'd like to see what kind of hilarious content is going up on that!" Chase suggested excitedly.
"Oh dear god...Not ZHIS again!" Henrik sighed, rubbing his nose.
Jamie clapped his hands, and pointed both index fingers at Chase. 'Let's do it!' Jamie signed excitedly.
"I'll get it ready!" Jackie yelled, running to Chase's room to grab the computer and the HDMI cord.
In a few minutes, all 6 egos were sitting on chairs in the living room, flipping through the channel and its content.
"Which one? We've got loooots of content to watch!" Chase asked.
"OOH! COOKING WITH-"
"NEIN! VE ARE NOT VATCHING ZHAT VONE!" Henrik interrupted Jackie.
"Awww...you're no fun..." Jackie whined.
"What about turning Ethan into a mummy?" Chase suggested.
"Sure!" Shawn replied.
'Good choice!' Jamie signed.
"Okay. Zhat's user friendly." Henrik replied.
Chase turned on the video, and sat down.
[After the year long countdown played, Ethan started describing what he wanted his body to be mummified with, and surrounded by. Soon, the pair found a Ted Talk on making a Mummy.
"Are you gonna have to put your hand in my mouth?!" Ethan asked in surprise and horror.
"Oooh yeah." Mark said in a smooth voice.
"Noooooo..." Ethan said in a monotone voice.]
"I don't like how sexy that sounded..." Marvin admitted. Chase bursted out laughing at the remark.
[The narrator started explaining the process, telling Mark and Ethan about the spike hammered into the skull, the mashing of the brain, flushing it from the nose, and the pouring of the tree resin into the skull.
"It's a Neti Pot!" Ethan exclaimed.
"What?!" Mark reacted to Ethan's remark.
"We've done step three already!" Ethan added. Mark bursted out in deep laughter.]
"What- when did they do that?" Shawn asked.
"They used a Neti Pot in a previous video." Chase explained.
"It's a nose-cleansing device. You put it in your right nostril, it runs through zhe right nostril, and out zhe left nostril." Henrik explained.
Jamie's facial expression turned to horror, as he covered his nose and mouth in pure horror. Chase laughed at Jamie's reaction, before looking back at the video.
[The duo discover through doing the Unus Annus videos, they've already done the first few steps of mummification.]
"I feel like we're skipping a few videos by choosing this one..." Shawn commented.
"Kinda, but not really." Chase replied.
[Mark comments on how Ethan speaks normally off camera.
"You're like uh, you're like uh...Yu-Gi-Oh! You're like Yu-Gi-Oh! When you open the EGYP-TIAN...pyramid-"
Ethan's hair gets covered by a PNG image of Yu-Gi-Oh's hair, and the background slowly changes to an action-based animation from the Yu-Gi-Oh anime.
"-Turn into another person!" Mark finishes.
"It's...all connected." Ethan exclaims, clapping the bottom of his right hand, over the palm of his left hand.]
Jamie, Jackie and Chase all laughed at the Yu-Gi-Oh transformation.
["How are we gonna do the first steps?" Ethan asked, as he laid on the table.
"I am going to suck out your brain, with this patented brain sucker." Mark replied, showing Ethan the box that said NOSEFRIDA on the front.
"OH! MY GOD!" Ethan yelled, in silly horror.]
"Hahahaha! Zhat's PERFECT!" Henrik laughed.
"What is it?" Marvin asked.
"He explains it." Chase replied.
["This is meant to suck the snot out of baby's noses." Mark explained.]
"Oh...OH NO!" Marvin exclaimed, laughing in slight horror.
["What if I..." Mark said, before walking away. "I'll be right back." Mark said, leaving through the white door on the right.
Suddenly, Mark came barreling into the room, with a sucking device, shaped like a gun.
"DON'T put it in your nose, if it's going in mine!" Ethan warned. "Now remember: The safe word is please." Ethan said, making Mark laugh.]
"OH GOD NO!" Jackie reacted, covering his mouth and nose with his hands.
[After a first attempt, it was discovered that Mark, will certainly, have to do it himself.
"Fine. I will SUCK! THE FUCK! out of your brains!" Mark declared, bending down to his knees.]
Marvin and Jamie laughed at that.
[Mark put the end of the tube in his mouth, and started sucking.]
Chase gasped. "EWW! OHOHO MY GAHAHAD!" Chase shouted, laughing in pure disgust.
"That's DISGUSTING!" Jackie exclaimed.
"Do people have to actually do that to their babies?!" Marvin asked.
"Yup! I've done it once. But, it's a lot less uncomfortable when it's your baby. When a MAN, is sucking the SNOT out of ANOTHER MAN, THAT'S A WHOLE OTHER STORY!" Chase replied.
[After the sucking part, Mark and Ethan moved onto the guts part.
"I think, for you, more than just your heart is is the seed of your soul. I think your tum tum-" "I think your gutty wutty's-" "Livvy witty-" "Panc-wee-essy-" Mark cooed. Ethan bursted out in flustered giggles]
"Hahaha! That's adowable!" Chase cooed.
Jamie's face turned slightly red. 'Stop.' Jamie signed.
"What? Why? Are you embawassed? Is de wittwe boy embawassed?" Chase asked in a baby voice.
Jamie covered his face in embarrassment, and nodded.
"Awww! That's SOOO adowable! Where are those dimples? I wanna see those dimples!" Chase cooed, wiggling his fingers to further tease the man.
Jamie removed his hands to sign. 'Stop please!" Jamie signed.
"THERE'S those adowable dimples! I see them! Oh yes, I see them!" Chase cooed, poking and squeezing Jamie's cheeks.
Jamie, already embarrassed as it is, was now getting his cheeks squeezed like a baby?! That's taking it to another level. Even though he was a father who knew how to tease a person to oblivion, Jamie still knew how to embarrass Chase back. Jamie reached his hands out, and skittered his fingers under Chase's armpits.
"AHAHA! SHIT! NOHO! JA-HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Chase bursted out loudly, bouncing back, and feeling his back hit the couch with a thump. Jamie took advantage of the situation and continued his tickle attack.
"Ooooh! Looks like Jamie's got the upper hand! Let's see how long THIS lasts!" Jackie cheered.
Shawn, who giggling at the sight, quietly got up behind the dapper boy and squeezed Jamie's sides. Jamie squealed in surprise, and giggled as Shawn start spidering his fingers on his sides. However, Jamie wasn't giving up so easily...Jamie reached his hands behind him, and felt his hands touch someone's knee. sensing who's it was, Jamie smirked, wrapped his fingers around the top of his knee and squeezed.
"AH! Gahahad dahahahamn ihihit!" Shawn let out, letting go and falling into a puddle of giggles. Jamie quickly whipped himself around, lifted up Shawn's leg and skittered his fingers under Shawn's knee.
"BAHAhahahahaha! Yohohohou suhuhuhuhuhuck!" Shawn yelled, bursting into even more laughter.
Jamie's choice to ignore Chase, ended up being a big mistake. Because before Jamie could stop it, Chase had grabbed his ankle, pulled off his shoe, and started scratching his socked foot. Jamie's whole body jolted, before dropping the leg and attempting to scoot away and pull his foot free. But Jamie had fallen into a trap! He had scooted himself into Shawn's arms! Shawn pushed his arms through Jamie's armpits, and held him down.
"Now Chase! Get 'em!" Shawn commanded quickly. Chase wasted no time, as he continued scratching and wiggling his fingers on specific spots on his foot. Jamie arched his back and silently laughed as a bad spot on his foot was attacked wildly. Refusing to get stuck like this forever, Jamie kept his back arched and got ready to reach his hands back.
All of a sudden, Chase moved his fingers to the inner arch of Jamie's foot. Uh oh! Not good! Jamie threw his head back as the new spot was scratched, and wounded up delaying his attack for a couple seconds. With his mind focused once again, Jamie reached his hands behind him.
"Oh no you don't!" Shawn warned, wrapping his arms around Jamie's to stop him. However, That ended up helping Jamie in the long run! Jamie felt for somewhere on his sides. Feeling his hands touch Shawn's hips, he wasted no time and drilled his fingers right into Shawn's hips.
"AAAH! WAIT! JAHAHAHAMIE! NAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Shawn bursted out, falling into a fit of hysterical laughter.
Chase stopped for a moment. "What- How are you so flexible?!" Chase exclaimed, unable to relate.
Shawn, who was still trying to keep Jamie detained, tried to stay focused on holding onto him, while Jamie attacked his worst spot. Though, he wasn't making it easy for him. Jamie had fallen into a pattern of wiggling, and drilling. Wiggling, and drilling. continuing his drilling, before switching to wiggling. He stayed wiggling for a little while, before drilling AND wiggling at the same time.
"JAHAHAHAMIHIHIE! PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!" Shawn pleaded.
"I think the only way you're getting out of this one, is by letting go of the guy." Marvin commented, snickering at Jamie's shit-eating grin.
Jamie winked at Marvin, before he switched tactics from wiggling in the hollows of his hips, to drilling his ring fingers into the back of his hips.
"WAHAHAIT! NOHOHOT THERE! NOT THEHEHEHERE!" Shawn shouted.
Jamie changed from drilling, to wiggling. He wiggled, and wiggled and wiggled, until he switched to his middle fingers from the first set getting tired.
"WAI- SHIHIHIHIHIT! OKAHAHAHAY! OHOHOKAHAHAHAY!!" Shawn shouted, removing his arms as quick as possible, and flopping his arms above his head in surrender. Jamie tried to get off the couch, but ended up falling off the couch due to his foot still being stuck. His head and his back was against the ground, while his feet were still on the couch. His right foot was sitting there lazily, while his left foot was still captured by Chase's hand.
"Ouch...How did that feel?" Chase asked, referring to his head. Jamie rolled his eyes and gave him the middle finger.
"Bahahaha! Yeah! Go give yourself a fuck, Chase!" Marvin yelled. Henrik guffawed and covered his mouth, remembering the game the quote was from. Chase's jaw dropped, as he turned his head to Marvin.
"How about you shut your mouth before I shut it for you?" Chase threatened, jumping up, and sprinting to take down Marvin.
"Wha- WaitwaitWAITWAIT WAIT! CHASE! I'M SORRY! DO-" Chase picked up Marvin, placed his back onto the back of the couch, and pushed him over. Marvin's body did a full 180, before his head landed on the couch seat, and his legs rested on the back of the couch. Marvin was essentially sitting upside down on the couch. For Chase, that was exactly what he wanted. Chase grabbed Marvin's ankles and readied them under his arm.
"What are you even doing? Play wrestling? OoooOOOHHH GOHOHOD! AW COHOHOME OHOHOHON, MAHAHAN!" Marvin yelled, bursting into laughter as the soles of his feet were being scratched by Chase's fingers.
"Hey! You started it with your Little Misfortune bologna. I'm just returning the favor!" Chase shot back, scratching on the underside of his heel. Marvin's laughter turned to cackles, as he shook his head and flailed his arms. Chase had him in a position where, if he wanted revenge, he was gonna need a lot of core strength. Unfortunately for him, that was one thing he lacked.
Not only that, but during his squirming, Marvin's shirt had fallen down a bit, exposing his belly a little bit. Henrik, who was sitting right beside the upside down laughing magician, couldn't help but smile and lift his right hand up to the exposed tummy.
"Somevone's got a cute leetle tummy, I see. Boop! Boop boop boop!" Henrik complimented, giving his belly and his belly button a few pokes and scratches.
"HEHEHEHEHEY! NOHOHOT YOU TOOHOHOHOHOHO! THIHIHIS IHIHIS UHUHUNFAHAHAHAHAIR!" Marvin yelled through his laughter. He tried to cover up his stomach, but Henrik grabbed his wrists and pushed them against the couch cushion. With his dominant hand, he continued to skitter his fingers on Marvin's tummy.
"PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" Marvin begged.
"Please vhat? Please tickle you more? Alright! Shawn?" Henrik said, turning his head towards Shawn. "Do you have a paint brush vizh you?" Henrik asked.
Shawn smiled, and pulled a paintbrush out of his pocket. "Always do." Shawn said, throwing the paintbrush his way. Henrik caught it.
"Zhanks!" Henrik said, before dipping the paintbrush into his belly button.
“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!” Marvin begged, squirming his belly to get away from the paintbrush. However, the paintbrush would only follow his squirming and dip itself back into his belly button.
“Vhat’s wrong, Marvin? Toooooooo ticklish?” Henrik asked, smirking as he started to spin the paintbrush.
“CHAHAHAHAHASE! TOOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH!” Marvin yelled. Henrik looked towards the end of the couch, and saw Chase...tickling under his toes!
“This little piggy went to the market...” Chase said, wiggling his big toe. Henrik's eyes widened, as a smile grew onto his lips in amusement.
“NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHON’T!” Marvin begged, his face turning red as he laughed.
This little piggy went home...” Chase said, wiggling the second toe.
“YOHOHOHOHOU’RE SOHOHOHO MEHEHEHEHEAN!” Marvin yelled.
“This little piggy had ticklish wittle feetsies...” Chase teased, changing up the lyrics to further ridicule him as he wiggled the middle toe.
“THAHAHAT MAHAHAKES NO SEHEHEHENSE!” Marvin exclaimed.
“This little piggy had none!” Chase said, wiggling the second last toe.
“LAHAHAHAY OHOHOHOFF, WIHIHILL YAHAHA?!” Marvin yelled.
“And THIS little piggy went...” Chase teased, pausing the rhyme to create more suspense. Instantly, Chase skittered all 5 fingers on the entire foot. “WEE WEE WEE WEE WEE! All the way home!” Chase cooed.
“HAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Marvin laughed. His face was practically a tomato, and his body was starting to get REALLY tired! So, Chase let go of his legs, and pushed his legs to the side. Marvin's whole body fell comfortably onto his side, as the exhausted Marvin laid there, breathing deeply through his mouth.
"You okay? We didn't kill ya, did we?" Chase asked.
"I-*huff* I'm fine... *huff* I'll be *Huff* *Huff* Fihihine...*Huff*" Marvin said through his breaths.
Chase let out a sigh of relief. Henrik handed Shawn back his paintbrush, while Jamie sat back onto the couch with a big smile on his face, that he just couldn't hide.
"What's so funny?" Chase asked, both suspicious and curious about his motives.
'imagining your reaction to my plan to get revenge.' Jamie signed, before tackling him down.
"Jamie, Wait- HAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO!" Chase exclaimed, before bursting into a fit of hysterical laughter, from Jamie's fingers in his armpits.
Jamie's smile grew wider as his fingers skittered and scratched, and soon decided to move down to his ribs.
"AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THE RIHIHIHIBS! AHAHANYTHIHIHING BUT THEHEHE RIHIHIHIHIBS!" Chase shouted, shaking his head back and forth as Jamie dug into and in between the ribs.
Jamie gave Chase the puppy face, before taking in a quick inhale, and...Blew a big raspberry! right on Chase's ribs!
Chase's laughter turned into cackles, as his face turned a deep scarlet color! His hat came flying off as well!
Liking how red his face had gotten, Jamie took in an inhale, and blew short raspberries on multiple ribs!
This was when Chase's laughter went silent. He seemed just about done. It didn't take long, but that didn't really matter. Jamie smiled, messed up his hair a little, and got up off of him.
As Jamie walked, he was suddenly stopped, by Shawn of all people. Jamie crossed his arms, putting on an irritated teenage face.
"It's my turn for revenge." Shawn announced, before grabbing Jamie, flipping him around, and shoving his hands into his sides once again.
Jamie squealed, and fell into a massive puddle of giggles as he squirmed around in Shawn's stronghold.
"Jackie! Grab his arms!" Shawn ordered quickly. Jackie nodded, stood up and quickly grabbed his arms and held them out in front of him.
Once his arms were completely contained, Shawn continued tickling his sides, and squeezed his tummy a little bit as well. Jamie laughed, giggled, cackled and squirmed through the whole thing. He even let out a few snorts! That was an adorable thing to hear! Eventually, before the clocked striked twelve, everyone had gotten their share of ticklish revenge. Happy New Year, everyone! May everyone have an amazing 2020.
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I CAN GIVE YOU ALL YOU DESIRE
Brief Summary: You become Kylo’s concubine, he takes very good care of you
A/N: Contains TLJ Spoilers, very nsfw, summary under the cut
Request: Ok so what about this–Supreme Leader™ decides to raid a planet and while raiding it he finds RC. She’s just a humble poor working person who’s not into the whole “war” thing but Supreme daddy™ takes an immediate interest in her. He decides to take her with him as a lil concubine but gives her the finest clothes and whatever she desires and RC is like “wait this is the best gig in the galaxy I get to have sex with this hot guy and we adore each other and I’m living a good life” smut plz thanks.
“Push forward, seize the rebels and execute them,” Kylo directed.
“Yes Supreme Leader.”
Under Kylo’s leadership, the First Order had gained a vast amount of territory. He was conquering systems like it was nothing, the fear of his name alone easily bringing leaders to their knees. There were always some who would fight back, but with the order’s military capabilities they were easily suppressed.
It was all going to plan, returning the galaxy to a state of order even stronger than the days of the empire. Soon the galaxy would be at his fingertips, and once he had that he would earn the namesake of his grandfather.
What he didn’t expect was for it to be so lonely at the top, with no one to have to report to or no one to guide him he was on his own. He enjoyed the independence, but craved the attention of another at his side. Now that he had that power he could enjoy such luxuries, of human companionship that was unfamiliar to him.
But he couldn’t seem to find a person worthy of that, worthy of sharing his body with. Women threw themselves at him but he rejected each one, knowing that they only wanted to take advantage of him. He hadn’t found anyone with pure intentions, and he knew he wouldn’t find anyone like that in the first order - not with his role. He knew he had desires, ones that made his cock hard and kept him up at night - but he couldn’t seem to find anyone to elicit that response from him. He felt numb.
And it was driving him crazy, he felt constantly horny but could never find relief. He needed to find a partner fast, because he was even beginning to grow numb to his own hand. It’d take him ages just to get off, sometimes he’d even give up from the frustration of it. It was partly because he couldn’t find anyone to fantasize about, though he could stimulate his body his mind was bored.
You watched as the First Order marched through your town and sighed, you had no desire to be apart of this. It wasn’t like you had much to give them anyways, you were barely making ends meet - even having to sacrifice meals to keep a roof over your head. It wasn’t the prettiest life, but it was your own and that’s what mattered -at least that’s what you told yourself during your lonely nights.
“Y/N, did you get all the equipment?” Your boss asks you. It was important to get it all back before the order got to it, or else you’d lose it.
“No, shit I forgot I was in a hurry,” You cursed.
“Well if you still want this job you better go get it,” Your boss threatened.
Damn, just when you were trying to avoid all this you had to head straight towards it. You snuck between the rubble trying to avoid storm troopers, making your way back the field where you left the equipment. You didn’t know how you were going to get it back all on your own, it was quite heavy but you were determined to try. You hoist the straps connected to the machine over your shoulders, using all your might to drag it behind you.
The effort makes your muscles burns, test tight as you let out a huff of effort. You move slowly, using sheer willpower to make up for your own strength. In this moment you thank yourself for all of your experience in physical labor, it gives you the strength to pick up your pace and you’re gaining steady traction.
Kylo making his way back to the Silencer notices this, he feels it in the force. It’s something powerful, and when he sees just where it’s coming from his heart jumps. Oh were you a thing of beauty, sweat beading on your brow as strands of hair fell from your bun and the look in your eyes…it was so determined. He suddenly felt incredibly turned on, imagining what it would be like to gaze into those eyes as he fucked you or to hear those animalistic noises you were making as you rode him.
He wanted you terribly.
“Precious thing, what are you doing pulling this heavy machine all on your own?” Kylo coos. He walks over to you and places his hand on the equipment, effectively stopping it in your tracks.
What now? Angry, you turn around to face the asshole who was interrupting you. But nothing could prepare you for who you saw. You knew immediately he wasn’t local, guessing that he was from the First Order. You had never seen a face like that before, so handsome. And was he flirting with you? To say you weren’t used to such attention was an understatement, you probably looked like a mess right now; panting, face dirtied, hair frizzy, and you were just dripping it sweat. Yet here was this man looking at you like he could eat you up, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
You finally caught your breath enough to reply to him, not knowing how much he loved seeing you breathless with your cheeks red and mouth slightly parted. “I’m doing my job, now if you please I have to get back to it,” You turned away from him and began pulling the machine. As much as you liked talking to this man, you had a livelihood to protect.
Kylo was shocked that you’d just ignore him like that, and he was the Supreme Leader! Oh, he liked you. He could watch you pull that thing all day, but that would mean letting you get away and he wasn’t about to miss this opportunity. So he decided to play a little game.
In a few strides Kylo was blocking your path, preventing you from moving any further. “Hey! I don’t have all day buddy,” You glared at him. Kylo just crossed his arms and laughed, enjoying your struggle. You’d try and move to the side but he’d only block you, until you gave up.
“Fine. What do you want from me?” You drop the straps; walking closer to him so you look him in the eye. Sure you had to stand on your toes and even then you didn’t reach him, but you weren’t about to let some first order hotshot intimidate you. Maybe it was going to get you killed, but you faced that risk about everyday so you could care less.
“I want you, sweet girl,” Kylo purred, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
“Newsflash asshole, I’m not for sale,” You gave him a look of disgust. You couldn’t even believe that he’d want you in that way, whoever he was.
Kylo chose his next words carefully, deciding how to word things. “I wouldn’t want you to come if you felt that way, know that if you gave yourself to me I would give myself to you in return and I have a lot to offer.”
“Oh yeah? Just who are you?” You challenged. Even if you did want to get off of this rock, and even if you had thought of having a sugar daddy on numerous occasions you couldn’t just trust a stranger so easily.
“I am the Supreme Leader of the First Order, but you may call me Kylo,” He smirked.
“Well Kylo, you can fuck off. I have work to do,” You frowned. Supreme Leader my ass, what a load of bull. There was no way this cocky bastard was that powerful.
Know when to retaliate Ren. “If that’s what you wish, but my offer still stands - use this to call me or if you ever get lonely,” He handed you a com link.
You took it and shoved it in your pocket, hoping it would make him go away faster. Before you could get back to pulling the machinery, Kylo beat you to it. Using the force, he lifted the entire thing. “Just tell me where you’d like it,” There was that smirk again.
This had you panicking; if he was a force user, a powerful one at that, then maybe he wasn’t lying. But you weren’t dead yet, and he certainly would’ve killed you by now if he was planning to. And the look on your bosses face was certainly worth it when he saw Kylo trailing behind you with the equipment floating in the air above him.
Kylo left you reluctantly, only due to the feeling that you’d return to him. He could see you with him in a vision, he just needed to be patient for now.
The wait for your call was torture. He thought that he would enjoy having someone to fantasize about, but this was awful. All he could do was dream of what it would be like to have your hands pumping his cock instead of his, imagine how your face would look when you came. And it only got worse as the days went on, he only got more desperate for you.
It was getting to the point where he’d start fantasizing of you during the most inopportune moments, that he’d have to excuse himself to relieve the ache. He wondered if you ever thought of him, if you’d ever call. He was almost starting to lose hope, believing that his visions were long and that he was ultimately destined to be alone.
That was until one night he got your call, your tearful voice came through the comm promising that you’d pay him back and that you just needed a place to stay. “I’ll be there in an hour, be ready,” Was his quick reply. He was worried about you now, something bad must’ve happened. On his way over he thought of how he was going to comfort you, sweet talk you into his arms.
True to his word he was there, alone. You weren’t crying anymore but he could see evidence of it, and you looked in pretty bad shape. You were shaking, it was raining out and you were completely soaked as you had no shelter. Your cheeks looked more gaunt as well, and Kylo’s heart ached for you. Whoever did this to you would pay dearly.
Unlike the last time, he has no cocky remarks for you - a look of concern replacing his smirk. You were just relieved to be inside, it had been a few days since you lost your home. This wasn’t ideal and you hoped you were making the right decision to trust Kylo, because you didn’t have any other choice but to trust him.
Kylo was grateful that he came prepared with some extra clothes for you, to replace your wet ones. “Here,” He handed them to you, turning around to start the ship as you changed.
Once you were redressed you sat in the chair besides Kylo, still shivering from the cold. Wordlessly, Kylo took off his cape and placed it over you. He was happy to see you, to have you with him but not under these circumstances. He just hoped he could make things better for you.
“You’ll have to stay in my quarters, but the bed should be big enough to share,” Kylo warned you as you approached the cruiser. You nodded in understanding, already suspecting something like that. You were surprised that he was being like this with you, less flirtation and more…caring. You didn’t think he had it in him.
You followed him throughout the base, noticing how everyone stared at him as you passed. He clearly was someone important to the First Order, and once you heard someone refer to him as Supreme Leader you realized that he hadn’t lied to you. It was only reaffirmed when you entered his quarters, which probably had the biggest bed you had ever seen in your life. It wasn’t as luxurious as you would expect for someone so high up, but it was certainly nicer than your dingy little sleep mat.
“Thank you, Kylo.”
Kylo’s heart fluttered as you said his name, what a heavenly sound. He wanted to just scoop you in his arms and nuzzle your cheek, telling you how you were safe now and how precious you are.
“Let me get you something to eat,” He says.
“You don’t have to, it’s so late,” You shook your head.
“I know you’re hungry little one, you need to eat,” He frowned.
You don’t even have the energy to fight with him, so you let him care for you. His suspicious are proven correct when he sees how quickly you eat, like you haven’t eaten in days. “I’ll pay back everything I promise.”
“No, you owe me nothing, though I would like to know your name.” You’d never have to pay for anything again if it were up to him.
“It’s Y/N.” You say quietly.
“Y/N…” Kylo purred, grinning. “Now Y/N you need to sleep, and tomorrow you’re going to tell me just who did this to you,” Kylo spoke venomously. He pulled the covers back for you, placing them over you and tucking you in. He couldn’t resist placing a kiss on your forehead, saying “Sweet dreams,” before he turned off the light. He undressed in the dark and made sure to leave plenty of space between you.
You knocked out like a light, falling asleep in mere minutes in Kylo’s luxurious bed. It had to be the softest sheets that you had ever laid on, you almost wished you had said yes earlier because of it. You were so exhausted that any dreams you had weren’t remembered.
Kylo woke to you curled up against his chest, arm across his torso as your head rested against him like a pillow. He could feel your breast pressing against him and it made him shiver, he just prayed to the force that it wouldn’t stir his cock. He smiled as he felt you nuzzle against him, petting your hair softly. “So precious,” He murmured.
You awoke surrounded by warmth, an unfamiliar warmth of skin. You jolted up, not remembering where you were. You’re greeted by Kylo’s tender eyes, admiring your sleepy face. “Shh just relax sweet girl, it’s only me,” He soothed you.
You blushed realizing that you were in his bed, against his bare chest and hugging him. “Did we…?” You couldn’t remember last night, it was all a blur.
“No, no,” Kylo chuckled. “If we did you’d certainly remember, you’d still feel it.”
“Oh.” You blushed more, humiliated.
“You’re so cute when you blush,” Kylo smiled. It only made you more embarrassed, and you buried your face in his chest to hide your red face. You could feel the vibrations of his laughter, along with the muscle. You couldn’t believe you were in bed with this man, no wonder his matress was so large he was practically a giant. Your mind drifted to what it would be like to be with him intimately, how his muscles would feel against you.
“Now pet, be careful with those thoughts. I might just make them a reality,” Kylo tsked.
“I’m sorry!” You quickly apologized. Kylo only smiled, you were so different then when he had first met you, showing the vulnerability that you hid when you first met. It made him feel fiercely protective of you, and he tightened his hold on your waist.
You lifted his head to look in his eyes, seeing the sparkle of mischief in them. You didn’t know why but you felt surprisingly safe with Kylo, maybe taking him up on his original offer wouldn’t be so bad after all. It was what you truly wanted, love. But it was a desire that you had to bury over the years, with the freedom of not having to worry about your next meal your mind was less occupied and could think of other things.
“As nice as it is to lay with you like this, I must go. I’ll make sure to check on you throughout the day, and with this you can ask for anything you desire,” He handed you his personal datapad.
“Is there anything I can do?” You offer.
“No precious, just relax, enjoy yourself.” He was charmed that you would even offer, you were so sweet.
“Okay Kylo.” You watched, blushing as he put on his clothes. You felt embarrassed but you couldn’t look away, he was carved like a god. You already longed to run your hands over him, Kylo could sense your thoughts and growled. This was going to be a long day, but he’d handle you later.
A few days passed as you adjusted to your new life, you were already more than grateful yet Kylo wanted to give you more. Just yesterday people came in with an entire new wardrobe for you, made from the finest fabrics in the galaxy. And while you continued to ask him what you could do he continue to refuse you offer. You were beginning to crave him, the heaviness of his arm around your waist, the brief warmth of his hand touching your back, the softness of his lips against his forehead and still you wanted more.
So you made a plan, if he wasn’t going to let you do anything for him, you were going to accept his offer. The thought of being completely his excited you, as well of having him to yourself. From what you had seen so far you knew he would treat you well, he was so kind to you. Seeing him with others affirmed this, he was much more cold and authoritarian it made you realize how differently he treated you.
You picked out one of the more revealing dresses from your wardrobe, one that clinged to your body and showed off generous cleavage. It was black velvet, and with some red lipstick you felt like you could kill a man with one look. Tonight your dinner with Kylo was going to be a little more special.
You smoothed your dress when you heard Kylo enter, he could sense that you were excited about something and he was curious to know what. He hadn’t had time to visit you today and he was missing you dearly, he needed this dinner with you. It had only been a few days but he could feel himself growing very attached to you.
“Oh my, precious you simply look ravishing,” Kylo stopped in his tracks, eyes hungrily taking you in. He had to wonder what your motives were, because it seemed like you were trying to seduce him.
You sauntered over to him with a confidence you didn’t know you had, and placed your hand on his shoulder. “All thanks to your generosity love,” You grinned at him.
Love. He could get used to you calling him that. He took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your fingertips gingerly. He looked down at you through hooded lids, “Tonight I’m going to make you mine, would you like that?”
You shivered, knowing just what he meant by that. “Yes, I think I would.”
Kylo lets out a shaky breath, “Then dinner can wait, I want to have you now.” He pulled you closer to him, just brushing his lips down your neck. His warm breath skirts across your skin, and you can feel your anticipation building.
But quickly his slow soft touches grow eager, as he begins kissing your neck roughly. His tongue is searing, his teeth sharp as he marks what is his, “Mine,” he growls. He looks at you as he claims it, before capturing your lips in a wet kiss. You know your lipstick is getting everywhere but you don’t care, you knew he was going to love it that way.
“Just look at you,” He hissed, turning you against his back. In front of you was a mirror, and you could clearly see lipstick smeared all over your jaw and Kylo’s mouth. “You’re so beautiful,” Kylo watched his hands go up your body in the mirror, briefly massaging your inner thigh before moving upward. He pulls the straps of your dress down, revealing your bare breasts. He tugs your earlobe between his teeth as he takes your breasts in his hands, massaging and pushing them upwards.
“Such perfect tits, that mold perfectly to my hands,” Kylo looks down at your breasts in his hands, admiring them. You whimper as he pinches your nipples, making him chuckle. You can feel his cock pressing into your backside and you start grinding against him.
“Filthy girl, impatient are we?” He snarls. He couldn’t have you doing that tonight, he needed to be in control or else he wouldn’t last.
“Kylo please,” You whined. You wanted to feel his cock against you again, his muscled chest at your back pressed against you.
Kylo didn’t respond, more interested in pulling down your dress and revealing the rest of you to him. You blushed when you saw the wet spot over your panties, looking away from the mirror. “Oh precious, I bet you have such a pretty little pussy,” Kylo turns your head back towards the mirror. He pulls down your underwear, “I think I was right,” He chuckles, spreading your folds apart with two fingers.
“So wet for me,” He takes his fingers coated in your juices to his lips, sucking your taste off of them. “Mmmm,” He moans. He needed more, and he needed you on the bed. He picked you up in his arms and carried you over, placing you on top of the sheets.
“This is unfair,” You frowned at him.
“What’s unfair?”
“You’re still dressed and I’m not, that’s what’s unfair.”
“Oh, if you just wanted to see me all you had to do was asked,” Kylo smirked. He began stripping for you, taking pride in the way looked at him. You were blushing again too, which was just too sweet. When he takes off his underwear his cock juts out proudly, challenging you with its size. You knew you definitely were going to feel him after this.
Kylo crawled on the bed and settled over you, kissing you once more before prying apart your thighs. He doesn’t waste time licking a broad stripe up your cunt, as he goes straight to your clit. You arch your hips towards his face, you hear his voice in your mind “Tastes so damn good, I fucking love this little pussy, so pretty.”
His filthy words made you squirm, “Kylo please, I need you.”
Kylo lifted his head from between your legs, chin glistening with your slick. “You need what? My cock, for me to fuck you?” He cocked his head.
“Yes! Please, I want to feel your cock inside of me,” You plead.
“My sweet, sweet girl you know just what I like to hear,” Kylo pauses, considering you. “I’ll give you what you want, you’ll feel me tomorrow, and the day after that. I’ll make sure your pretty pussy never forgets what I feel like.” Kylo promised.
He kisses your lips in between his as his cock prods your entrance, coating himself in your juices before sliding inside of you. He moans as he feels your walls contract around him, perfectly squeezing around his cock. You feel so full of him that you can barely think, the stretch is surprisingly pleasant.
He grunts as he begins fucking you in earnest, pulling out to the tip only to slam back into you. Everything about Kylo was deliciously rough, from the way his hand gripped your ass to the power he put behind each thrust. You were lying down but it still made you bounce. You cried out as he angled your hips up so he could reach deeper, your hands grabbing at his back holding on to him for dear life.
Kylo snarled as you pulled his hair, biting your neck in return. His hand wrapped around your neck, not constricting any of your air but applying a firm pressure. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you hard.
He knew he was reaching his limit, so he brought his hand to your clit - roughly circling the bud to make you cum. You were moaning so loudly at this point, mixed in with his animalistic grunts and growls it was quite a sound to hear. “I want this pretty pussy to cum for me,” Kylo purred, rubbing faster and applying more friction. He felt your walls flutter around him as you came, crying out his name.
Your mind felt fuzzy with pleasure as Kylo’s hips slowed, and you released one final moan as you felt him cum inside-filling you with his warmth. “Kylo, thank you,” You caressed his hair.
“So precious,” Kylo cooed, peppering kisses all along your neck. His touch turned gentle as he slid out of you, pulling you into his arms as you rested on top of him. “Now, you are mine,” He declared with a grin on his face. “My love.”
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Mr. Perfect (Chapter 17: Last)
TITLE OF STORY: Mr. Perfect
CHAPTER: 17
AUTHOR: hiddlestoner-and-cumberbabe
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: AU Gigolo!Tom
GENRE: Romance, Fluff, Drama
FIC SUMMARY: Mr. Tom Hiddleston is an international gigolo and renowned playboy that has sent London women’s hearts aflutter, and also all the women around the world. He’s charming, sexy , tall, smart, sophisticated and extremely handsome. But with his new client, Julie Rose Trillo, his life will change forever.
RATING: T
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES: There are some British swear words and also curse words, so beware though hehe :P
FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: Finally, I finished it! :D Once more, thank you for @thfrustration for letting this multi-chapter fanfic be posted in their blog; it means so much for me, honestly ^_^ Thank you so much, guys, and because of that, here’s a little list of those fellow Hiddlestoner/Tumblr users that gave Mr. Perfect some loving uhuh ;)
Tom is determined that he will see J.R. at the job fair. But will destiny permit him so? While J.R., will she ever let her heart decide this time of her happiness?
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Tom turned around to where Ajay, Ajay’s mother, Mrs. Adita Ranjit, and Bailey sat in the couch as he presented himself on a navy-blue suit, partnered with a black tie and a baby blue shirt.
“So, how do I look? Comments?” He giddily asked, and then he pointed at Ajay,
“You look like you’re going with a client.” He playfully quipped and Bailey and his mother lightly slapped his shoulder for that remark.
“No, Tom, you look great. Very professional.” Ajay’s mother, Adita, gave him relief with her words.
“And smashing, too, I’d say.” Bailey commented last.
Tom sighed and then came to them to give them all kisses in the cheek to thank them. Ajay tried to refuse his kiss on the cheek but ended up with both of his cheeks kissed by Tom.
“Man! Come on!” Ajay wiped his cheek with the back of his hand.
“Thanks so much! Well, wish me luck. I hope that J.R. notices me there.” He sighed while he is pinning his cuff links.
“Come here, Tom, and I will tell you something.” Adita motioned to him to come closer. Tom got down on his knee and listened intently,
“You want to get the girl? You have to work for it. Tell her how much you feel. You know us women; the truth is always the best.” And she pinched his cheeks that left a smile on his lips.
“Thanks, Auntie.” Tom replied sweetly.
“Uhm, Tom, it’s 8am. The job fair starts at 9am.” Ajay reminded him, while tapping his wrist watch.
“Oh, blast! I have to go! Bye, guys! When I come back, I won’t be single anymore!” Tom, along with his sleek body bag, shouted out as he ran out of the room and out of their flat.
Everything felt so beautiful and majestic to Tom. The sun was just shinning right, the blue skies looked so bright, and the air felt like magic was floating all over. He couldn’t think of any negative thoughts, or even bad scenarios; all that he could think about is J.R.
What she might be wearing today, is she doing well while hosting the event? Is she okay? Those were the questions that are running up and down his mind while he waited for a taxi on the street.
He immediately got one and there, he is happily on his way to Renovis.
“Where to?” The driver asked Tom.
“Regent Street, the Renovis building.” Tom enthusiastically replied as he settled at the back seat. The driver did not said anything back and only chewed on the gum on his mouth.
Tom was about to sit properly when the car took off so quick, that he almost fell out of his seat. Tom tried to keep himself on his seat as the reckless driver sped their way on the road.
Then he noticed that the driver was wearing headphones on both ears, and that he could almost hear the banging music that was blaring off of the pieces.
Tom could only grunt in disgust, but he was pulled over to the left when the driver turned on a corner.
"Now I know how my clothes feel when they're in the wash." Tom muttered through gritted teeth.
The driver kept on turning hard on every corner and almost brushing the car's hood onto the next car's bumper, that sent Tom's heart hanging in the edge.
He did kept a tight grip on a handle near the windows, but that didn't stopped the inertia, pulling and pushing him from his seat. Suddenly, Tom realized that they are about to cross an intersection, and the driver couldn't resist but to beat the red light.
"NO! You tosser! You'll get us both killed!!!" Tom screamed out at the back, but the driver didn't heard a thing from him.
Tom held his breath and closed his eyes, also praying that they might cross the intersection safely.
And just like all of the angels in heaven heard him, they got safely across but the hell-for-leather ride kept on. The Renovis building was almost at the far side of his view and maybe a few blocks away, but he could only wish to arrive safely at the job fair.
And to see J.R. once again, perhaps.
But, his train of thought was derailed when the car stopped with a violent force that slammed him into the window behind the driver.
"What the actual fuck?!" He screamed out as he tried to see what happened, and there, their vehicle crashed onto another taxi, that placed a large bent on the car's hood.
The driver removed his seat belt and he went outside and argued terribly with the other driver whom he crashed his car on. The other driver then now grabbed the reckless man by the collar and there was a fist fight that was about to ensue.
Tom had no time to for this as his wristwatch had just ticked a quarter to 9 o’clock.
He went out of the taxi and he can clearly hear the screamed argument better when he heard the taxi driver shout out to him,
“Oi! You haven’t paid your fare yet!” His eyes glared at Tom.
Tom, who already had his back turned, faced the man, and held out his middle finger at him.
“I ain’t paying for nothing.” He spatted at him, then he ran at the opposite street to use his Uber app, even though he had already used his free rides and that he may have to use his own money to pay now.
Why couldn’t have you done this earlier, stupid? He thought to himself.
Tom only waited for five minutes for the his ride to arrive, and as soon as she got into the car and sat shotgun, he blared,
“Regent Street, mate, Renovis building, and step on it please!”
The driver looked shock and almost nervous, but then Tom sighed and slumped back on his seat.
“I’m sorry, I was just having a bad day; see that taxi that crashed on to another car, I was his passenger. And I’m very late for a job fair.” He apologized calmly and the driver had a hint of smile at the corner of his lips.
“Everyone’s dying to get at that bloody job fair, though, I understand.”
“Thank you. You say everyone?” Tom asked, curious.
“I’ve had two passengers earlier who was also going to Renovis this morning. How about you, you up for a job there?” Then their vehicle turned to a shortcut.
“Yes-- well, no. I’m going to see someone there.” Tom then brushed the back of his head with his hand.
“Who? Girlfriend?” The driver asked.
Tom almost laughed but tried to contain it that it turned to giggles. He felt like everything today is topsy-turvy, not anymore magical just like earlier. Maybe destiny is telling him not to go for J.R., but as far as he knows, it’s what his heart is shouting at him.
“Maybe. If ever she would let me be his boyfriend. It still depends.” Tom sighed now.
Then, right at the corner, he could see the Renovis building, tall and proud. Tom breathed in deeply, it was time to go and meet his fate.
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J.R. saw her reflection from a glass door that she passed by. She wore a stunning blue dress; the top was adorned with sewn aqua-blue thread on baby blue sheer fabric. While the collar of her dress was a simple wing collar, while the skirt that reached above her knees were styled as billowing pleats. She didn't wore her hair in a bun but down, that flattered her whole outfit. J.R. was like a princess that whenever someone would see her, they would greet her with a slight bow.
She was headed on to Martin's office, to remind him that the event is about to begin. When she finally reached the door, she gave a knock and Martin called out for her to come in. She found her brother sitting over his desk, his laptop still open.
Still can't let go of work. She quietly thought with a smile.
"Kuya! It’s time.” She sang at him when she reached his table.
"Of course, J.R.. I was just looking at some photos here that Victor sent from Morocco." He pointed at his laptop monitor.
"Really? Let me see!" J.R. hopped beside him and looked on to the screen. J.R. saw the photos, they were taken at a wedding reception; Mason and Aicha's wedding.
"Aww, that's so sweet. I'm happy that Mr. Mason got to spend his leave that way." J.R. sighed.
"I'm glad that Victor had finally moved on to a new chapter in his life." Martin agreed.
He went on to the next photo and they saw a group photo of Mason, Aicha, Salima, Henri and even McCord who came with him to Morocco.
"Dom! He's there too?" J.R. pointed out.
"He also took his leave, and I had news from Ms. Van Vorst that McCord left Morocco with her cousin on a trip to Paris." Martin raised an eyebrow, and J.R. already got what he meant.
“Those cheeky bastards. Probably having the best Parisian holiday ever.” J.R. quipped, but then they both gave out a laugh at it.
Martin then placed a hand on J.R.’s, “I’ve something to tell you first, take a seat.”
She sat in front of his desk and listened very well. Then, Martin took out a folder from his drawers and showed it to J.R..
“I have asked Alex for an endorsement deal with us. She agreed and that she is taking off from her semi-retirement as a photographer. She also told me that she will be coming back as a model, and that the producers from Asia’s Next Top Model has offered her to be the show host.” after a while, he opened the folder and J.R. saw photos of Alex that are part of her portfolio.
There were three or more photos, and all of them declared how good of a supermodel is Alex.
Suddenly, Martin showed the last picture and there, J.R. gasped and paused for a while.
It was a picture from their photo shoot with Alex; when she was still with Tom. She could remember it clearly as day, the pose where they both sat over a window; Tom embracing her from behind, as if they were star-crossed lovers staring lovingly outside the window.
“Oh, how did this get here?” Martin asked then he studied the photo, while not noticing that J.R. just went quiet as the dead.
“Tom might have been an escort, but he sure looks like a model too.” Martin wondered then his gaze drifted towards J.R.
“Are you okay, J.R.?” He asked, but she only nodded in response.
“Are you thinking about him?”
Then J.R. looked up and met her brother’s gaze, “No. Why would I?” she tried to pretend that the photo didn’t had any effect on her.
Martin sighed and placed down the picture. He gently tapped the table with his index finger then he started,
“I know you think about him, Julie. Especially after the day he returned my payment for his services.”
J.R. stared out into the windows, as if trying to fight an urge to say something.
“I know too that he loves you. I saw it in his eyes whenever he was with you. But I feared his presence might just remind you of Nathan. He only looked like Nathan, but he is another person and he can’t be compared to him.”
Now, J.R. faced Martin and said, “What are you trying to say, Kuya?”
“That he doesn’t only loves you; you love him also, am I right?”
The question felt like an arrow that pierced J.R.’s chest. Can her brother be right with what he is talking about?
“No, I--” J.R. spoke but Martin followed up,
“I’m not even mad, J.R., if you love Tom. I want you to be happy, that’s all I want to say. And that’s what you should do; find him and you will find your happiness.”
J.R. let out a deep exasperated sigh. “If only it’s too easy to do, Kuya, I would’ve done it by now.”
Martin chuckled, then he stood up with the help of his cane. “Who knows, you might see him today.”
He walked towards her and she stood up, they were ready to go out.
She took his arm then said, “Be careful what you wish for, Kuya.” J.R. sassed.
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The minute Tom arrived in Renovis, he already saw the long queue that leads to the Job Fair inside. One needed to get in line just to get a visitor’s pass and booth ticket.
“Damn!” He cursed as he saw that the queue leads down almost into the business plaza of Renovis; where there are a lot of cafés and small stalls of ice cream parlors and also restaurants.
Before he went into the line, he saw a small light show and music inside the convention center and that caught his attention. He walked into the entrance of the convention center but he was stopped by the security guards wearing prestigious suits that somehow made him look like he a peasant.
“Sir, do you have a visitor’s pass and booth ticket?” One of the guards that looked as mean as Mason stopped him from going in.
“Uhm, not yet. Can’t I go inside already?” Tom demanded like a child.
“No, Sir. You have to get on the queue first, then when you have a visitor’s pass and booth ticket, only then you can go inside.”
Tom wasn’t paying attention to what the guard was saying because suddenly, the program has started. An emcee had already introduced J.R. and Tom craned his neck just to get a look at her.
But he was being kept pushed out by the guard that for a moment he lost his balance and fell on his bottom. The guard then ignored him this time, but Tom tried to peer into the glass door to see J.R..
J.R. stood up and went into the podium to speak. Tom felt breathless because even from a distance, he could feel the anticipation of seeing her again.
And not only that, J.R. took his breath away with her look today. If he could only eat his heart out right away, Tom has done it already.
J.R. then started speaking, “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. First off, I want to introduce myself; My name is Julie Rose Bellegardé-Trillo, I am Sir Martin McLeod’s half sister. For those who have worked here for the past three years, they would recognize me for being Renovis’ endorser back in 2014.
“I have been in a long absence for three years; the reason why is that I got into a car accident and was comatosed for two years. I became an amnesiac for a year. But anyway, enough of that; I’m not here to talk about my past, because I’m here to talk about not only my future, but our future.”
Tom could only hear the muffled speaker that was inside the building but he fixed his gaze towards J.R. who is almost a hall away from him.
“As the new Renovis’ HR Department Head, it is my duty to ensure that the standards of hiring employees here in our company, will not just remain as the same, but to also improve. The quality of people hired will dictate the future of our corporation. But why a job fair, if you may ask; it is also for the future of our goodwill with our partners.
“The HR Department of Renovis can only hope that this event may not just help our companies, but also people who are deserving of a better professional career. Once again, good morning to all of you, and let the fair begin.”
Her speech was met with applause and there, J.R. sat back with Martin as the emcee announced other parts of the programme.
Tom stood back from the glass and the guard was still looking at him, he pointed at the queue and Tom inhaled sharply as he had no choice but to fall in line.
“Alright, alright.” Tom grumbled as he started to go over the plaza where the end of the queue is.
As soon as he got in line, he felt like something is really stopping him from even getting close to J.R..
Why is that now I wanted to be with J.R., everything seems just not to fall in place? He thought with contempt.
He crossed his arms and hoped that he won’t have to wait for long while on this queue. And this time, destiny seems to be cutting him some slack as the queue was moving quick.
Yes! Some good sign for the day! Tom rejoiced.
While on the queue, he noticed that there are somethings that have changed with J.R.. He thought that maybe J.R. is just like that because she is herself again. Her childish side is no longer noticeable now that she’s regained her memories.
He wonders, will she even acknowledge him when they see each other? Besides, she was the one who told him to stay away.
Heck, would I even get to talk to her amidst this big crowd? In between this ocean of people wedge between the two of us? Tom pondered
As he was enveloped with his thoughts, he didn’t noticed that he was almost near the booth for the ID and ticket.
Tom is now confused whether destiny is with him or not.
After a few more minutes of falling in line, he finally received his visitor’s pass and booth ticket, to which it directed him to his first booth, and incredibly, the Renovis booth. He felt his legs move into a sprint as he wanted to get there as soon as possible.
Not caring if he bumped into somebody while running towards the glass doors of the convention center, Tom got there in a minute and the guard who stopped him earlier made him pass when he saw his ID and ticket.
Tom entered the main hall and he tried to look for the directions that leads to the Renovis booth.
Inside his mind eye, he wished that he would see her there, as an interviewer, perhaps. And maybe, just maybe, she might notice him.
Tom rehearsed it in his mind on how will he act when he finally sees J.R.. Would he smile at her? Say Hi? Or maybe go on ahead and ask if he could talk to her in private.
No, you twit, that is just insane! He scolded at himself, but then when he lifted his head, he was already at the Renovis booth and once again, there is a line that he needed to get on.
Tom, already feeling stupid and tired, still got on the line and waited for his turn to be interviewed and to have his resumé submitted.
His patience was almost waning, but Tom kept his cool, because there were thousands of scenarios that are still optional, but all of those were running up and down his mind as he devised how will he get to meet J.R. in person.
For him, it was like trying to get an autograph from his favorite actress. He blew out a raspberry as he stood in line.
Then out of the blue, a short man with balding red hair gave Tom a nudge at the back.
“Hey, you nitwit, I was there first. Why did you took my slot?”
His voice almost sounded like Bugs Bunny’s that when Tom looked back, he tried to hold a giggle.
“You think I’m talking funny at ye, eh boy?” He then threatened Tom, but he was almost a few feet shorter than him that if Tom held his balding head, he won’t be able to land a punch on his body.
“I’m sorry sir, but I got here first. I’ve been in this queue for five minutes now.” Tom explained.
“You can’t fool me! I just went over to the loo and there, you’ve taken my place!” He now screamed at Tom that made other people look over at them.
“Please, sir, I was here first.” Tom now tried to stop his lips from stretching into a smile as the balding man looked like an angry Pokémon.
To no avail, Tom finally snickered, and there, the man grabbed him by the collar and pulled his shoulders down.
“Why you--!” The man shouted but then, they heard a security guard shout at them to break the tension between the two.
Because Tom was pulled down to the balding man’s level, he had to look up to see the people standing in front of them.
His eyes popped and his jaw dropped when he finally saw her there, standing with her arms crossed in her chest, and her eyes narrowed. But still, she looked lovelier than ever to him.
“What is this, sir, what is the squabble all about? What did this man do to you?” J.R. spoke with such authority that Tom couldn’t believe his own ears that it is J.R..
“He took my slot here in the line! He’s a one cheating arsehole and a git, for all I know.” The balding man yammered on.
But J.R. only rolled her eyes, and to end this situation, she ordered, “You can take your place now, sir. But you-- come here.” She pointed out at Tom.
Her lady boss tone was somehow scaring Tom, but he didn’t cared, that lady boss is the woman of his dreams.
“Yes, Ms. Trillo?” Tom playfully replied when he was now face to face with her.
“I will have to talk to you, personally.” Then she turned to the blonde woman with glasses on her right, “Natalie, have Mr. Hiddleston escorted to my office. I will be waiting there.”
Other applicants heard J.R. and whispered among themselves while looking at Tom.
J.R. only turned her back on Tom, but he felt like he had just been sprinkled on with fairy dust that he felt like he can fly.
She disappeared among the crowd, but Natalie now caught his attention,
“This way now, follow me.” She instructed him and Tom was led to the next building, the main building itself. He was made to surrender his visitor’s pass and booth ticket for another visitor’s pass for the main building.
Natalie escorted him to the elevators to which they got up to the 19th floor; the floor that mainly belongs to HR.
Tom could feel his heart already on his throat, ready to jump out and dance about when they arrived at the 19th floor.
He wondered, whatever J.R. wanted to talk to him about. Once again, he tried to imagine what would happen once he is in J.R.’s office. Humorously, his mind went in to naughty places where J.R. might seduce him and have her way on him above her desk.
Tom had to suppress a smile and shooed the dirty thoughts away,
No brain, please, not those kind of thoughts. Tom thought.
He was led into an office with cubicles ranging from corner to corner, there, Natalie said, “Welcome to Renovis’ Human Resources Department.”
Natalie walked beyond him and Tom only followed her into the labyrinth-like office that he swore they took one or more turns that lead them nowhere J.R.’s office.
He once thought that she may only be misguiding him, but once they took the last turn, Tom saw the door to J.R.’s office.
“You can go in; wait for Ms. Trillo inside.” Natalie instructed, then Tom went in.
The interior of J.R.’s office felt like a museum for everything that represents beauty; Tom sighed at the sight of the white marble floors, the cream-colored couches and seats, and also, her wide desk made out of glass.
Behind her desk were the bookshelves and stands where framed photographs sat quietly but were very much noticeable from afar.
He approached the stand carefully and saw for the first time a photograph of Cassandra and Robert. J.R. looked exactly like the mixture of those two good-looking people; then his attention went to the other framed picture, it is a photograph of a young Martin, no older than 20, and a 12 year old J.R..
Martin was leaning on his cane while J.R. held his arm and they were both laughing when the picture was taken.
Out of all those pictures, he tried to look for at least one photograph of Nathan; but there was none. Suddenly he wondered why J.R. would not have a picture of him.
Before he could think more about that thought, J.R. entered the room and she saw him standing over the photos. This seemed not to have caught his attention, and so, J.R. cleared her throat and,
“Mr. Hiddleston, please, if you are done ogling at my family; you can sit now.” And she pointed out the seat in front of her desk that very much looked like he was going to be interviewed for a job.
Tom tried to act formal as he quietly sat in front of her desk. J.R. took her seat after a while, then, her eyes darted towards him that made him feel a little bit terrified.
He only stared back for a minute when J.R. raised an eyebrow, “Are we just going to stare at each other or are you going to hand me your CV?”
His senses were alarmed and he clumsily fished out the transparent folder that contained his CV. After handing it out to J.R., she quickly flipped it over and read the part of his job experience.
J.R. was only quiet as she read on, but Tom craned his head up to see which part she was reading.
Without looking up at him, she said, “So, the last work you had was in a modelling agency? Then you graduated from London Metropolitan University with a degree in Psychology-- but you haven’t worked for any other company after that. Why is that?”
There, both of their eyes met; she was studying him, but Tom could only stare back at her. He knows to himself that he have missed her terribly. If only he could say it to her out loud, but the way she acted made him feel queasy.
“I-- I became an escort after the modelling agency.” Tom told it simply as that.
“And besides that, you had no other professional work whatsoever?” J.R. inquired.
“No. Just that.”
J.R. then shifted on her seat and sighed. She couldn’t keep on the charade, she knew that she had to ask him the question she really wanted to ask him.
“Why are you here, Tom?” J.R. then placed down his CV and her pen on the desk.
Tom now shifted in his seat and answered as earnest as he can, “To apply for a job. There’s a job fair today, ain’t it?”
She waved her hands off and said, “Don’t get smart with me, please, why are you really here? No-- Let me ask you the real question; why did you returned the payment my Kuya gave you?”
He could feel her confusion underneath the strict facade, but he just doesn’t get why she needed to know that.
“Because I didn’t needed the money. I did the job he offered me, because I wanted to do it not for the financial part. I realized that after everything.”
J.R.’s brows furrowed, then she got up from her chair and stood closer to Tom.
“Seriously? What do you think you are doing when you took the job? Charity? Out of your kind heart, you just did it?”
“I wasn’t worthy of that payment. I never was.” Tom sighed.
“Could you just tell me the truth why you did it? Was that a stunt or something?” J.R. couldn’t help it but her the tone of her voice became higher. She just wanted to know the truth; or maybe, she was afraid of knowing the truth from him.
He looked up to her, with his baby-blue eyes looked like it was begging for her, “Not because of that--”
But she spoke out, “What then?”
“Because I love you!” Tom let it slip out, and that made him rouse from his seat.
J.R. had to hold on to the desk behind her when she heard those words from him, but he kept on,
“Why are you doubting me? Like you are saying that it’s impossible for me to love you? I gave back the money because I didn’t wanted it to be like you were just some common client to me. And you were never a client to me, J.R., you were something else and more.”
The passion laced within his words felt like it had reached out for J.R., that she now tried to suppress herself from embracing him.
This can’t be. He couldn’t be this honest. It’s impossible. She thought.
Tom then went for his bag and tried to dig out a medium-sized journal. When he got it out, he handed it to her but J.R. hesitated from getting it from him.
“This is a journal I wrote while we were traveling together. I wrote everything I can write, every entry was about you and even when I’m with you. If you still doubt me, even though I have worked my way through this job fair just to see you again; read it. You’ll know that I’m not lying, I do really love you, but I doubted myself because you’re way out of my league.
“What could I do at that time, J.R.? I’m just a gigolo; an escort. You were everything I ever wanted and I was just nothing.”
J.R. finally reached out for it and took it from his hands. Her eyes felt like watering but she tried to stop herself from crying.
Tom felt his heart had broken into two; he never knew that J.R. could say those things to him. Somehow he wishes, they were back to the time they first met, when everything were just simpler.
“I think I’m not up to work here or be interviewed by you. I’ve already been judged. But if you wanted to know how I really feel for you, until now-- read my journal.”
He left the room and closed the door loud and quickly.
J.R. could only her heart drum out loudly, and she felt the leather of the journal on her fingertips.
Maybe he is right. Maybe it is love. But what about I feel? She pondered.
She took a deep breath and opened the journal. The pages opened to the night that they stargazed under the Moroccan skies; how Tom withheld himself from kissing her, but wrote down how much he wanted to.
Then, she flipped it at the beginning, there she saw a list that Tom had checked already, but one was left unchecked.
It said;
1. Make the trip to Palawan
2. Then to Paris
3. Lastly, to Morocco
4. Go to the ‘Pink House’
5. Tell J.R. I love her then...
From #1 to #4, they were all checked; but #5 was not yet done.
J.R. felt something deep within her, like something had awakened in her. She felt brave and touched, and that she knew she had to be, if she doesn’t want to lose Tom.
Out of a sudden, she hastily placed down the journal on her desk and felt her feet step up into a sprint as she opened her door.
J.R. looked left and right to see if Tom was still there, but he was gone already.
Her breath quickened as she felt the panic stab her in the chest. Her feet still continued running over the corridor and into the maze of cubicles.
If anybody saw her, they might just think that their boss is running wild and crazy all over the office.
But, Tom was nowhere to be found and she had asked a few people if ever they saw a tall and handsome man pass by. The only answer she got was a no, and it only made her panic more.
No, Tom. You can’t go just like that. I need to be with you, and you need to be mine. J.R.’s mind only repeated those words over and over again.
Little did she know, Tom is standing and waiting for the elevator lift to pass by the 19th floor. But every time the door would open, it would be too crowded for him to get on.
And so, he stood there, with his shoulders slumped down and his hands on his pocket, while remembering the scene earlier.
Why is she doubting me? Couldn’t she see right through me? Or maybe it’s just that I never stood a chance from the beginning?
This made Tom sigh with grief. He could already hear their sympathies and see the look of pitying in their faces when he gets home.
He shook his head, trying to dismiss those thoughts. It was no use for him anymore; he tried and there he knew that some things are just impossible.
The elevator door opened but it was crammed with too much people going up. Tom cringe at the elevator attendant; he was not going inside and he is not going to jam himself in that elevator, just like he is not going to stick himself in to J.R.’s life because she had evidently made it clear that she doesn’t want him in her life.
Tom tried to smile, “No thanks, I’ll take the stairs.”
And there he left the spot he had kept for minutes and he started going down the stairs.
After a while, J.R., running as fast as she can while wearing heels, reached the elevator doors. She immediately pressed the down button, but the elevator lift is still at the 25th floor and was slowly making its way down to the 19th.
“Come on, come on. I need to get down!” She impatiently muttered as she watched the LED screen of the floor indicator.
The elevator doors opened and a mechanical ding went up; but when the doors opened, it was full of event organizers or assistants that are busy for the event at the convention center.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am, the lift is full.” The attendant told her, but it was not the time for her to be moving slow, and so,
“No! All of you out, I have to go down; it’s official business!” were the only thing she could say but she saw all of them had a look of surprise and shock.
The people inside went out, one by one; her alibi worked and now they are quickly going down to the ground floor.
As she impatiently watched the numbers on the screen, she could already imagine Tom, leaving the premises; taking a taxi back home.
She might just look for his home address and talk to him then, but she could not let him go today without telling him what she really feels for him. And that she also need to apologize for everything hurtful that she may have told him.
When she reached the ground floor, she went to the security station and informed the guards to look out for a man named Tom Hiddleston and not let him leave Renovis.
Tom, where are you? J.R. worriedly thought as her eyes searched everywhere.
Meanwhile, Tom wound up at the business plaza and saw a gelato store.
A little sweetness wouldn’t be that bad, when all I’ve got from her is bitterness. He thought to himself and there he snickered. Maybe he is just comforting himself.
He went in and saw that the place had only two or three customers who ate their gelato at their tables.
Tom chose the chocolate truffle flavor on the biggest cup to which he chose to eat it outside. He found a lonely spot near the veranda, a few steps of stairs where he can sit.
“Ma’am, we couldn’t find Mr. Hiddleston, He’s not here in the building.” a security personnel, Handel, informed J.R..
“Did anyone looked near the convention center or the business plaza?” J.R. asked him then he paused,
“No, Ma’am. Not yet.” He replied sternly.
“Well then, we’ll look for him there.” J.R. demanded, but Handel asked her,
“We, Ma’am?”
J.R. eyed him, “I’ll come with you to look for Mr. HIddleston. It’s your top priority to find him, and also mine’s.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Handel cooperatively answered.
They started making their way into the convention center, but J.R. decided to split up and she will lead a team to look for Tom at the business plaza.
It was already high noon, and the summer sun is bright and shinning over J.R., whom had a few bullets of sweat on her forehead.
Her dress was beginning to be itchy because she had walked over a few yards from the main building to the business plaza. Her feet are now aching and her knees felt wobbly. But she didn’t cared, the only thing she needed to do is to find Tom, and she doesn’t care anymore if she could get blisters on her feet.
When they arrived at the business plaza, she instructed the team of security personnel to split up once more, and that she would do her own searching.
J.R. found the dining stalls and stores, she searched how and low for Tom; whether he might be sitting alone on one of the restaurants or maybe standing next to the gelato store.
She felt desperate, and she wanted to scold herself for letting Tom go when he’s already there in front of her.
J.R. had to sit for a while as she can feel the tiresome search had already gotten into her.
She saw a veranda with a few stairs to sit upon, but when she finally got near it, she saw a man sitting there and eating a gelato, all by himself.
His blond hair and daddy-long-legs was just enough for J.R. to know that it is Tom.
She had no time to waste, J.R. ran to his side and called him, “Tom!”
He was sure that the voice that had screamed for his name is J.R., and it is not the gelato or his imagination.
Tom slowly turned his head back to see who called him, and he was not wrong at all. His eyes widened as he saw her with the frantic look on her face and a little bit haggard all over.
Tom knew the best response; he turned his head around and ignored J.R. He might just play a little hard-to-get this time.
J.R. bit her lip in anguish, and there, she stood right in front of him.
“Thomas Hiddleston, I called you!” She shouted at him while her hands were on her waist.
“There’s no need to shout, Ms. Trillo! Here, you want some gelato?” Tom invitingly offered her the gelato, but J.R. had only her brows in a furrow.
“Are you kidding me?” J.R. finally replied.
“Nope, not one bit. So, what are you doing here? You thought I already left didn’t you?” Tom teased her as he took another spoonful of gelato in his mouth.
“No. I wanted to ask you something-- that checklist in your journal... What did you wanted to do after telling me that you love me?”
Tom smiled mischievously and there, he stood up, now leveling with her gaze.
“That’s my secret. Why would I tell you that?” He then pouted at her, and he knew that she couldn’t keep another minute in a straight composure because of his teasing.
“Besides, there’s no reason anymore to let you know what I wanted to do so I could check that out of the list.” Tom scooped a big portion of the gelato and tried once again to offer it to J.R., “You sure you don’t want some? It’s good, it’s chocolate truffle.”
J.R. could only purse her lips and side-eye him, but Tom extended his hand that holds the spoon so she could reach for the gelato.
She shrugged off the pressure and then she ate the gelato on the spoon. The sweetness of the gelato and the dryness of her throat didn’t agreed to each other that she gave out a loud cough. Tom patted her shoulder and settled the cup down
When she swallowed down the sweetness, she started talking, “Tom, I want to say sorry. I really am sorry for I have said to you earlier. I want to apologize for ever doubting you... I don’t know why I doubted you; maybe it’s just that I was afraid-- I don’t know with what, but I was just scared.”
Tom loosened the teasing face and his eyes softened. She was looking through his soul, and he knew he had to listen for what she has to say.
“I was scared that I might lose you if I let you in. As you can see, it’s a tragic truth that some of the people I love are not here anymore.”
J.R. looked away and a tear-drop fell from her eye, but she continued, “But, that’s not really the point that I’m trying to get to-- What I’m trying to say is that I want to move on now, and Nathan told me so. You may not be Nathan, but you’re very much different from him--and now, I want to know you this time.
“Can you help me with that, Tom?” J.R. smiled at him.
Tom felt his chest heave and his lip tremble. Maybe, some things are not that too late, or too soon.
“I will help you with anything, Julie Rose, anything. I’ll even lend a hand so you could find your way into my arms.” He endearingly replied.
There, Tom reached for J.R.’s hand and placed over his heart; he also had tears in his eyes by that time, tears of wonderful joy.
J.R. sniffled as she took a step closer to him. Tom then placed a hand on her waist, pulling her into his body.
“Would you like to know what I would do after I tell you that I love you?” Tom’s mellifluous tone melted her right there and then, but she managed to say,
“What? What are you going to do?” J.R. looked up to him, her face just a few inches away from his.
“I will tell you that I love you, then, I will kiss you.”
J.R.’s lips stretched out into a wide smile, “It’s about damn time you check that out from your list, then.”
She closed her eyes and leaned up to meet his lips.
J.R. couldn't be more sure than this, and it is no brainer that she wants to be with Tom, and so does he.
For the very first time, Tom kissed J.R., and he swore that he could feel the butterflies in his stomach flutter stronger than before, that the fireworks in his mind-eye had just went off and everything felt so much brighter than ever.
When Tom let J.R. go for a while, she added, “Wait, you haven’t told me directly that you love me.”
“Nah, I do more than I say, baby.” Tom sweetly teased and there, J.R. giggled.
But for the second time around, she pulled him to a longer kiss.
For Tom and J.R., it was definitely a wild roller coaster ride of fake brain diseases, malevolent nurses, and terrifying cliff-sides.
Though, they could say, the road still smooths out in the end. And it isn’t just one smooth way, it was the sweetest; the greatest, and the most self-discovering end.
There is no looking back for Tom, no fear for J.R.; just loving each other is what they could only know.
It didn’t mattered whoever they are in the past; what they value the most is who they will be in the present and the future, and that is together.
END.
#tom hiddleston#my fanfics#fanfics#fanfiction#hiddlestoner#Arci Muñoz#arci muñoz as J.R.#thfrustration
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