#Is there already a story about Timmy's bodyguard?

[andguesswhat]

Okay, why the hell not? For the Dune promo, my head had come up with a story about Jack without asking, for various reasons though it never made it completely onto paper.

But now that it's Jack's birthday... I thought maybe I'd just post the beginning as a birthday present… lol

But don’t worry, Jack, it’s rather harmless, I would say.

The shield that you own

*

Jack grabbed Tim under the arms to hold him better. Even though Tim was as light as a feather, they were all uncontrollably heavy when drunk. Tim giggled at the contact, his head falling heavily onto Jack's shoulder.

"What kind of bodyguard are you? ... Are you trying to tickle me to death? You should know by now that I'm ticklish!" Tim's voice was slurred and mumbling and the tone became childish and provocative, when he continued, "You could carry me...?"

Without responding, Jack dragged Tim further through the hotel room door, half supporting, half pulling, under his arm, around his waist, just where his balance was giving way, while trying not to lose Tim’s jacket that he already had taken off. Of course, he could have carried him instead, this skinny little creature who was nevertheless lighter when drunk than some when sober, but there was more than one reason to avoid it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tim curl his lips into an exaggerated pout. "You're never any fun, Jack!"

Jack raised his eyebrows as if to say "Really?" but ignored Tim's comment apart from that as well as Tim's far-too-close lips, from which a whiff of tequila emanated, and concentrated instead on getting Tim to the bed.

They were in Mexico city, a huge premiere of Dune 2 in this huge city had just taken place this evening and the after party hadn't been wild, but it had apparently been enough to make Tim giggle uncontrollably. Sometimes it didn't take much for the adulation of the masses to get him drunk. First the senses were hyped, wide smile, wide eyes, wide talk, than followed giddy drunkenness.

At the bed, Jack let go of Tim so he could fall onto the bed, but Tim didn't let go of him, so Jack toppled over with him. He tried to catch himself with his hands, but he couldn't catch his whole body, so his face brushed Tim's cheek and his nose buried deep down in those god damn dark curls.

Tim giggled beneath him. And Jack decided to give himself a millisecond. They were familiar with each other, very familiar, also physically, and yet this closeness always did something to him.

The soft tickle of the curls on his skin and the smell of Jamie's hair styling products in his nose made Jack close his eyes for another millisecond.

Then the two milliseconds were over and he sat up again, ignoring the vague tugging in his body, heart as loins, instead lifted Tim's legs onto the bed and set about removing his boots while Tim rolled on the bed and grumbled like a drunken teen.

It wasn't that often that Tim got drunk, but it wasn't the first time either. Jack knew Tim liked the buzz, even if he was too worried to indulge in it too often.

In a fit of energy Tim humped the bed, “Goddd… Austin was looking sex-ayyy tonight, right? Wanted to fuck him right there.”

Jack ignored the comment, pulled on the second boot and placed it next to the bed.

Tim lifted his head and looked at him, "I can't believe you put them on the floor, instead of just letting them fall!" He sounded somehow shocked, admiring and teasing at the same time.

Jack laughed. He liked it when Tim made fun of him, it was always... affectionate.

But then Tim closed his eyes again and Jack could see the buzz working in his head. He let his gaze linger on Tim's face.

The face of an innocent angel. He resisted the impulse to brush a curl of hair from this face. The angel was not meant for him.

It was time to go.

Jack adjusted his jacket, "Do you need anything?" With the last of his strength, Tim straightened up, grabbed Jack's arm and pulled him onto the bed so that Jack ended up lying next to him. "Don't go," Tim's breath hitched against Jack’s face. Again Jack closed his eyes for a moment. He had been so determined that it wouldn't happen again and now he had to admit to himself that he had only deceived himself.

For a while they just lay there, Tim breathing, searching his way through the grogginess, Jack watching him, feeling the gentle ripples of air on his face with every breath Tim took…

When Tim's head carousel seemed to slow down a little, Tim laid his hands on Jack's face. "It was awesome, wasn't it?" His eyes opened briefly before closing again. "All those crowds..." Yes, the fans, the crowds, the masses... Tim loved that. Bathing in the crowd, being admired by the masses. The crowd electrified him, turned him on. Made him horny. And now the thought of it was apparently enough to reawaken his sex drive.

Tim rubbed his crotch lightly against Jack's thigh. An audible gasp.

Jack bit his lower lip. Then another rub.

Tim's breathing a little louder this time, Tim's cock noticeably harder.

The desire spread through Tim's tired body, waking him up, making him more alert and horny by the second until it finally took over. Tim swung himself over Jack, propped himself up with his hands to the right and left of Jack, his head lowered, his curls in free fall, and looked at him with a glazed expression. He looked so beautiful, so hot. Jack couldn't say it any other way. It wasn't his fault he was getting weak. Tim lowered his pelvis, rubbing against his, pressing their hard cocks together. Almost automatically Jack went to Tim's cock, squeezed it through his pants and Tim groaned. Jack knew what this was all about, what Tim wanted. And even if Jack didn't necessarily want to admit it to himself, he wanted nothing more than to fulfill Tim's wish. Tim humped into Jack's hand, moaning, and Jack's fingers eventually found their way into his pants, under his underpants, feeling the warmth, the soft skin, and wrapped around Tim's hard cock as Tim's moans vibrated louder and louder through his body. Tim's glazed look was both present and absent. As if he wanted to take Jack back there to the masses again. They had both experienced it, had both been there, how the crowds had loved Tim, had wanted him. If it had been up to them, they would have all wanted to touch him, grab him, tear his clothes off, and if it had been up to Tim, Tim would have wanted that too, to feel that love, on his body, hands on his bare and naked skin, fingers reaching for him, digging into his flesh, mouths kissing and tongues licking every inch of him, wanting him, loving him, bringing him to climax. Jack was sure Tim was having sex with all those people in his head right then when Jack pumped him hard, Tim’s gaze dark, his lips moist. It didn't take long now, Tim was exhausted, this wasn't about maximizing pleasure, about extensive sex. What had built up had to come out. Jack felt the hard cock twitch, smelled the sex already, and Tim came with a loud moan. "Ahh!" The cum was warm and sticky on Jack's fingers. Jack knew what it tasted like. Tim dropped down close to Jack and again the damn curls tickled Jack's nose. Tim reached tiredly and lazily for Jack's cock.

It wasn't half-hearted, but it was far from promising either. "You don't need to-" Jack said. "No, I don't want you -" "No, it's okay." Tim rubbed his nose tiredly against Jack's shoulder. "Sure?" "Yeah..." "I'll make it good for you another time, okay?" Jack laughed softly. Tim snuggled up to him. "Sorry, I stained your suit." "It's okay." It wasn't the first time. Jack tried to straighten up. "But I should go now." Tim's heavy arm across him stopped him. "No… Don't be stupid." Jack took a deep breath, for a while wondering if he should insist. For his own self, which would only nag him again tomorrow.

But he was pretty inept at letting Tim down. Always had been. "Can I at least take my jacket off?" He tried to take it lightly. "Yeah sorry..." Tim took his arm away. Jack took off his jacket, half rose from the bed to throw it over the back of the chair, took off his shoes and deliberately dropped them on the floor. Tim chuckled with half-closed eyes. "Good for you!" Jack smiled, albeit a little melancholically, and lay back down in bed a little away from Tim, but Tim immediately moved and cuddled up to him. "Did you see the girl who wanted the tattoo and what I wrote?" Tim asked quietly and dreamily. "Of course." Tim always wanted Jack to hear everything funny he said or did. "Man, I was shaking so much..." Yes, Jack had noticed that.

It was always fascinating to Jack that some things never changed. Of course, Tim was an old hand on the red carpet by now, and even if he knew by now how to hide it very well, the crowds not only electrified him, they also still intimidated him as hell. "I felt you behind me," Tim whispered quietly. "You know when I leaned up to that fan? You stepped up, too. I was so glad that I had you in my back." "It's my job."

"You took care of me."

Tim looked Jack deep into his eyes, not drunk, but not sober either, and gently pressed his lips to Jack's. "I couldn't do any of this without you, you know that, right?" Jack held his breath, looked at Tim, although he wanted nothing else than to close his eyes.

And he didn't know if he hated Tim more for saying that, or himself for wanting to believe it. ***

[duchessanon]

A few short story ideas, bb:

Anne, the Olympian, at The Olympics in Montreal

Anne the speed demon lol! Apparently, she drove 93 mph in a 70-mph zone near her home in Gloucestershire, went to court and fined.

Anne's affair with her bodyguard, Mark Cross👀

bb, your version of the private letters between Anne and Sir Tim Laurence, that were obtained by The Sun but never published.

The Fandom rigged the Pulitzers?! Justice for busybody!

Inspired by true events. For the Annedom/fAnnedom xo

One fine morning in 1993, Princess Anne stood in the mirror combing her bouffant for another day of busy engagements. Today she was going to an engagement at a horsey school and decided to wear her full Olympic horsey outfit for the occasion.

Her husband, Timmy appeared behind her with hearts in his eyes. 'Wow, you look fresh out of a trough'

Anne scowled. 'What have I told you about making horsey compliments when you don't understand horses!'

'I'm sorry my beloved' Timmy said mournfully. He really was trying to understand her love of horses and continued to wear his chaps every evening because the sight of them set her nethers in a flutter.

'A trough is what animals drink out of, if I had come out of a trough I'd look like a rat coming out of a sewer!'

Timmy did a sad face but didn't argue with Anne. She was in a bad mood because Fergie had pranced too far and trampled over her cabbage patch.

'If you want to give me a horsey compliment there's many of them!' Anne proceeded for ten minutes listing horsey related compliments starting with 'Your heart is like a Trojan Horse' and ending with 'I could ride you!'

All of a sudden Anne snapped out of her equine reverie and hollered 'oh busybody I'm late! This is your fault for distracting me!!!'

Timmy was startled and tried to help but Anne was out of there and he mused out loud 'like a stallion out of a stable'.

'It's like a horse out of a gate!!!' Anne shouted as she sped away.

On the way to the horsey school, Anne put her foot down and grumbled about the uselessness of men. Just look at her three brothers. She couldn't be late, the family already had a reputation for being lazy, useless, tax money stealing busybodies.

Suddenly a siren started blaring behind her. 'What the shit butt are my escort doing?!' When they levelled up next to her, she suddenly realised this was no royal escort, it was the Pauper Police.

Anne dutifully stopped in a layby and the officer approached her.

'Excuse me, my name is Constable Buthol. Do you realise you were going 93 MPH?'

'Well yes of course I do Constable Butthole, I am Princess Anne and I have an important engagement at the horsey school, and now I'm even more late!!!'

'It's Buthol'

'That's what I said busybody Butthole! Now fine me quickly so I can get on my way'

'That's enough of your insolence, I'm an officer of the law and I am hereby confiscating this vehicle under section 6.9 of the highway code - dangerous driving and abuse of a member of the Pauper Police'

'ASS FLAKES!!!' As Butthole went to fill in the paperwork, Anne quickly used her car radio to call Timmy. 'Timmy I'm in trouble, I know I called you useless but I've been stopped by the Pauper Police for speeding and verbal abuse (snowflakes!) and I must get to the horsey school!'

'You didnt call me useless, my beloved'

'Well it was in my head then! Just hurry up will you, I'm on the road next to the lake. The traffic is too heavy. Bring me my horse!'

Timmy panicked. He couldn't ride a horse well, but what else would get Anne there in time? Suddenly he had a brainwave, his nethers jolted up at his cleverness.

Back on the road, Anne was standing alone after Butthole had taken her car. 'Fucking asshole busybody bitch bastard, and WHERE is Timmy with my horse?'

Just then there was a gigantic splash in the lake behind her. Timmy sat in a speedboat wearing his boaty uniform waving up at her and shouted, 'I can't do horses but I can do boats!'

Anne's nethers and whethers fluttered at her handsome sailor's efforts. She immediately jumped off the road and landed in his arms.

'I wondered if I had been too brusque this morning and you'd given up on me' Anne said as they sped along the lake, narrowly missing Fergie as she performed a solo synchronised swim.

'Never my beloved, wild horses couldn't drag me away from you or your nethers'

'Finally you got one right!' Anne said gleefully. Someone would be getting a roll in the hay tonight.

Fin.

@fannefictionarchive @princessanneftw

[moonstream-05]

Out of all the boys who is Stella closet too

On a scale of 1 being closest and 4 being not closest?

We obviously have Brandon (Sky at the moment) himself (is that cheating?). They are in love, nothing or nobody can deny that, he is Stella's first 'rock' and will always come to her in a time of need. Same with Stella (although Brandon is a lot less likely to ask for help/support). When they are in there period of bliss I'm just gonna say it will be fucking adorable, so be excited for that lol. (Please take note that he will share the position of least favourite for a while once we hit a certain episode *cough cough Secrets within in Secrets :( )

Next we have Sky (Brandon), this is mainly because when Stella and Brandon (Sky) meet, Sky is always there due to the real situation of bodyguard/prince. Stella never really minded as she was a sociable person and new of the added security of royals, so she made an effort in trying to be good friends with him, bc she gathered that this would happen a lot.

We have Timmy. Stella's not really sure why but she fucking loves Timmy there's just something about him. He supports with her homework in like the shared courses that Alfea and RF share and she is really grateful for that. They talk on the phone from time to time just cause... And Stella is the first one to know about his crush on Tecna officially, bc he calls her and tells her first rather than the guys as he thinks she would be more suited in helping him in a situation like this. (He'll bump up to 1 :( for some reason that I've already mentioned).

Last, but by no means least is... RIVEN! I'm gonna say for now, that they do not get along, contrasting to previous headcanons that I've shared, that I think are true, but for next season if that's alright. This is bc I've come up with a story line for this story that I think will really work in bringing them closer together.

List will unfortunately change when a certain episode occurs.

Thanks for the ask anon! I really enjoyed answering this one <3

[mysteryofcharmie]

Hi sorry but you wrote that after Capri he was in Rome alone but how do you know that? I knew they were all there together. thanks.

Hey, anon. Well, I know it because that night I had a chat with the girl who met him and she told me he was alone with his headphones — at that time I made some calculations and it was midnight when he was wondering through Rome. I also remember she posted some stories the same night with his boyfriend talking about meeting Timmy and how excited she was.

Let me explain a little bit:

Timmy leaves Capri with Lily, his bodyguard and her friends on September 7th. You have to go to Rome or Milan to leave to US.

Timmy posts the same day a picture of the bodyguard’s back from Capri — that was probably a backposting since I remember Lily's friends were posting from Amalfi at the same time.

They arrive in Rome and here things change. Timmy is spotted in Piazza del Popolo at midnight alone (I repeat, I asked if he was) and the next day both the bodyguard (“that's a wrap”) and Timmy posts on IG, in different hours. Now, I believe the bodyguard backposted, since it clearly was sunset when he took that picture, so I think he and Lily took a plane Sept 7th in afternoon and he posted the pic the following morning, while Timmy remained in Rome and took a plane the next day, in the morning.

Follow me for a moment. If the bodyguard and Lily had left in the morning with Timmy, it means that the picture the bodyguard posted was picturing a sunrise (it doesn't seem like it, but let's think it was) but:

1. Why should they leave at such early hour?

2. To be already on the plane at that time (the sunrise in Sept 8 was around 06:45) and already about the clouds, it means they had to be at the airport at least an hour before, if not more, so maybe around 5am? Timothée needed to be awake so early and yet at midnight he was still wondering alone listening to music in Rome? Leaving his girlfriend and her friends alone in the hotel? Even if that was their last night of vacay? It doesn't add up. That's not the behaviour of a happy boy being in a vacation with his girlfriend — leaving at side that they were in different rooms in Capri, so, this already tells everything.

I hope to have clarifying your doubts, anon. ☺️

[harveywritings92]

Batboys scenario: Secret Model Girfriend. 1/2

The following is a non profit fan based story Batman, Red hood, Nightwing etc. belongs to DC Comics please support the official release.

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I gain no profit from this nor do I own anything other then OCs  and whatever sprouts from my imagination. Thanks for reading!

Batboys Scenario 1: secret model girlfriend.

Boys are dating a nerdy, clumsy and very plain looking girl, not knowing she's a very gorgeous model they've been obsessing over and one day they're invited to a shoot to meet s/n [Stage name] and let's just say the boys say some pretty hurtful shit, needless to say they get the biggest shock of their life when the model sounds an awful lot like their girlfriend!

Dick Grayson: Kori got him backstage he was so giddy about meeting [S/n] he has a lot her posters on his old bedroom back at the manor and a few cleverly hidden magazines hidden back at his and Y/n apartment, His girlfriend has no idea he's here...His eyes wonder around the set ladies of every shape and various stated of dress eye him, some flirtatiously, other curiously and few could care less.

You meet a lot of attractive men in this industry so the more seasoned models have learned *not to flatter yourself, chances are he's just window shopping or fishing for attention.* Then she came into his view [s/n] she looked more stunning in person than on paper.

She wore a dark blue cover dress over a white bikini, her short/long glossy hair was flowing, her plump red lip were curled into a friendly smile that brighten the room her eyes were covered by sunglasses, Dick felt butterflies in his stomach as the [y/height] woman approached the he caught wisps of her perfume in the air...

that caused Dick to stall for moment. It was familiar he quickly pushed that aside and introduced himself. Y/n being the ever good actress she was used her s/n's [accent], They hit it off pretty well they talked about the show and her up coming tour and eventual somehow got on to relationships. "So.. Kori says you have a girlfriend, what's she like?"

the model asked as the raven haired snorted, not his cutesy 'OMG I thought you'd never ask!~' snicker this was a sarcastic snort. "Oh...yeah, she's nothing special... pretty boring really." Kori and S/n both gawked at as he continued. "It's not serious, I'm only with Y/n because of a dar-" he was suddenly cut off by a seething Kori "Richard! that is Y/n!" she snarled ready to pummel him.

Dick's stomach suddenly felt like it was full of sand a lumped formed throat as the familiar little hiccups his girlfriend would make when she was trying hard not breakdown crying filled the very quiet set. he swallowed hard as S/n took off her wig and sunglasses letting her natural hair fall over her face, as her teary e/c eyes looked up at him in betrayal,

 before Dick could say anything she pulled the keys to their apartment off her key-ring and threw them at him before running off sobbing, Kori went after her while all the other models gave the flabbergasted man the evil-eye, now Dick really was living up to his name sake.

Jason Todd: Artemis was your bodyguard when she wasn't with the outlaws, Jason got curious where the amazon was getting her extra cash from and followed her. to say he was excited was an understatement, S/n was he dream girl, 

he had her posters,magazines and a few of her interviews saved on his phone, he used to and still does have a few inappropriate dreams about her, So, when he saw the Amazon talking the the Model who was in a red  bunny girl outfit; Jason was over the moon.

While Artemis was very against the idea of letting Jason meet S/n..."He's going to hurt you." she said in hush tone, But you brushed it off saying that you've known Jason since before he was the hood and knew he wouldn't do anything! 

Sure, he's S/n fanboy, but he loves you...Or so you thought! It's seemed like a normal interaction he asked for S/n's autograph and talked about her her travels and shoots then...got bad, Fast!

One second Jason was talking about his time in Japan talked about the cherry blossom festival how the petals reminded him of pink snow, the model felt a little off by this...he never talked to Y/n about this maybe thi...no, she was being silly! 

"Oh, I've always wanted to go during that time, but scheduling is a bitch." She suddenly Jason's hand on hers the model cocked a brow looked up at the raven haired man, He said he was in the country for an escort mission got to spend a few night in a traditional hotel in the mountains...it was pretty relaxing.

"And it just so happens they gave me a free trip for two the next time I was there, how about it?" he smirked as S/n pulled away from him "Artemis tells me you have a girlfriend why d-" Jason's smirk immediately dropped then S/n mentioned Y/n who was hoping Jason was just joke flirting with her alter-ego. 

But was soon throw out the window along with your broken heart! "Oh..her..Yeah, she a real prude, just dead weight" Y/n felt her anger boil over as he continued talking shit about her.

Y/n didn't even realize she punched Jason in the face, till she heard a crunch, and felt pain erupt in her left hand that was now broken. When her vision cleared she saw Jason on the ground clutching his now broken nose looking up at her shocked. "What the fuck? You broke my nose!" he snarled as the model took off her wig and sunglasses and his eyes widened in horror and awe as his girlfriend glared down at him tearful and angry.

"Fuck your nose! and fuck you!" she spat before running off, Artemis looked between them both before helping Jason up as she glared the raven haired man in anger and disappointment. "I told her this was a bad Idea..." the amazon huffed as she gathered Y/n's things and went looking for her, all while Jason just stood there too stunned to move as his mind kept repeating...

*Y/n is S/n...Y/n is S/n,*  Y/n his small mousy (ex) girlfriend who he's known and trusted since his Robin days, was the pin-up model glaciers would sprout a pair of legs for, and earn a degree in linguistics just the for the off chance that she'll talk them?!...and he just fucking ruined it!

Tim Drake: Stephanie who found out S/n's true identity by accident, was the one who convinced Y/n to tell Tim about her other life, he was getting suspicious about her business trips, and late night phone calls...However, every time she had the opportunity to say something she'd chicken out or something would come up for either Y/n or Tim leaving it for another day of cancelled plans or Tim giving her the silent treatment for standing him up.

Then she came out of her bathroom to find Tim going through her phone! "What are you doing?!" The h/c demanded the raven hared man lips formed a tight line. "Who's Grant?" he huffed ignoring her question. "Nobody, just a co-worker!" she hissed trying to snatch her phone back but Tim kept it out of her reach. "Really? then how come I've never met him?" his eyes narrowed suspiciously. 

"He's been overseas the last few months, It's a lunch meeting we're discussing filming locations?" Y/n said wasn't a complete lie she did say she worked in a photography industry, And Grant was a fellow model who also doubled as location organizer for the firm, But Tim was still skeptical he could tell she wasn't being truthful.

"Really, Just a co-worker?"

" Is that a problem?"

"Yeah..actually you're my girlfriend, why hell is he calling you his sweetheart and baby?!"

"Sorry, I didn't realize my friends needed your permission to call me nicknames!"

Y/n snapped as Tim's jaw set indicating he was furious. "OH! So, now he's a friend, what the hell happen to just a Co-worker?!" The raven haired man demanded as the h/c flinched at his raised voice, This wasn't fair this wasn't fair at all! "I don't see that the big deal is, I don't give you shit for hanging out with Stephanie or Cassie?!" She huffed bringing his exes into the mix big mistake..."Well at least I can trust them!?" Tim seethed shoving passed her.

"What are you talking about?!" Y/n demanded she already knew where he was going with this. "I know you're cheating Y/n, So just save us both the god damn time and just tell me!" Tim snarled as Y/n looked affronted she knew it was coming, but it still stung that her Timmy would assume that she was sleeping around!

 "Fine! You want the truth Tim? Well here it is, I'm S/n!" She said crossing her arms as Tim gave her a once over a sneered. "The model?...Right, If you're gonna play around at least make up a better lie then that..." He spat storming out of her apartment... leaving a sobbing Y/n in his wake.

Later while on patrol with Spoiler, Tim let her know that he and Y/n broke up when the blond demanded why? He told her how he went through Y/n's phone and found her texting Grant and how the H/c had the audacity to lie and tell him she was S/n the pin-up girl! "Tsk, can you believe her?" he snorted then noticed how nervous Steph suddenly got.

"Uh, Tim she wasn't lying..." the blond said meekly as Red robin looked at her incredulously. "Wh-What you mean?" he asked feeling clammy all of the sudden, Stephanie explained that Y/n pulled a Hannah Montana and really was S/n..Grant is gay and her set manager they really were just co-workers...

She was actually going tell him in the morning before she left for her meeting, But he had to be jealous,distrustful and nosy...then the reality slowly crashing down on him like bucket of cold water... He broke up with Y/n over nothing, he went back to her apartment intending to apologize, but it was locked down tight and Y/n was gone...

Adult! Damian Wayne: Y/n was bored she was stuck at home playing Skyrim and eating junk food, "Well I can't be having a worst time than Dami." she mumbled to herself, her boyfriend Damian Wayne was stuck at some conference in Bludhaven...the poor guy. After doing the thieves guild quest line, the h/c got bored and decided to watch some TV when she switch over she was met with a Vicky Vale live at a Wayne charity gala...

*Gala? Damian never mentioned a Gala.." Y/n was confused as she saw Dick,Tim even Jason on the screen with dates...Did Dami lie? She though for a moment. No, he's up-tight but Damian isn't a liar...The h/c stomach dropped when she saw her boyfriend on screen with some d-listed blonde wrapped around his arm.

Y/n's face contorted into anger as she shut the TV off, What the hell! why didn't he tell her about the gala?...She looked at her reflection from the floor length mirror, She was wearing her big glasses, no make up and a Transformers t-shirt...Was Damian embarrassed of her? the h/c felt tears welling in her eyes then shook her head and wiped them.

She'll show him! But first she needs a date! Y/n pick up her phone and called her friend Robbie Reyes (ghost Rider)."Ey, Robbie! It's N/n are you still in Gotham?" The Latino man confirmed that yes he was still in the city. "Good, there's this charity thing downtown and I need a date." 

She smirked as the mechanic said he'll go but, he doesn't have anything to wear. "Oh,don't worry about that I got you covered." Y/n already called her stylist and the formal wear shop they got there the same Time Robbie did.

by the time they were done getting dress S/n and Robbie Reyes looked like a Hollywood couple. She in a dark purple gown with gold flowers decorating the front and dipped low in the back, and Robbie was in dark tux with a matching purple shirt and gold tie.  

"Remember, I'm only doing because we're friends...And you promised an autographed poster to Gabe." the Latino chided causing the model smile that's Robbie always big teddy bear when it comes to his little brother! "Don't worry I haven't forgotten.." She eyed him int the tux and smirked Y/n was Robbie was fine.~ "Y'know you should clean up more often! you'd be a real chick magnet...you could use a girlfriend."

the man next to her snorted and rolled his eyes annoyed "You sound like my brother..." he sighed as they pulled into the Hotel parking lot a few men whistled in amazement at the black 69 Charger. the Valet took Robbie's keys eagerly, but not before the Latino gave him the 'don't hurt my car!' speech causing Y/n to roll her eyes...Men and their cars, She doesn't get it and never will, She looped her arms around his left arm as Vicky Vale zeroed in on them.

"Oh, speaking of late arrivals S/n has just arrived with a Bad boy!~ could love be in the air in Gotham?" The reporter questioned as S/n fans booed or cheered as as the 'couple' walked along the carpet. "Is it always this bright and loud?" Robbie whispered in the model's ear cringing as some girls squealed at the little interaction and the camera flashes went off around them.

"Yeah, but it get's pretty quiet once you get inside." She whispered back to the camera's it looked like they were flirting, as the blond reporter asked about their relationship, "Sorry, everyone but, Mr. Reyes is just dear friend of mine, he's got more important things going on then dating at the moment." The [fake/h/c] explained with a tight smile Robbie confirmed causing Vicky to pout as the two got inside.

Robbie was immediately blindsided by a man Y/n recognized as Jason Todd who started asking the mechanic about that sweet 69' outside! the two men started mingling and talking about cars.

 while Y/n rolled her eyes and wandered the ballroom the model surveyed the room for Damian and found him and his little tart...Taking a deep breath Y/n made her way over to them, when she got close enough to hearing what they were saying.

her heart hurt as the man she loved told his fake entourage how plain and frigid she was not worth bragging about! Dick who knew about S/n looked very uncomfortable and disappointed in his little brother. then he noticed you and looked stunned to see you there, Damian must told them you were sick or something... feeling more determined Y/n stood up straighter and spoke.

"Really now, because an hour ago you were telling me how much you loved me..." She hissed in her normal voice Damian stiffened shoved his date away and whirled and looked around in a panic.

 "Down here love." She said in her S/n accent his green eyes looked at her bemused as his date and 'Friends' all looked at Damian like he grew three heads. "Dude, your dating S/n??!" One of the men said befuddled remembering all the crap he was saying about his girl...they all pictured some librarian spinster type! Not one of Gotham's top desirable women.

"More like he was...oh, here take this I don't need it anymore." she huffed taking off the necklace he'd giving her for their anniversary and handed it to Damian, She got close enough for him to see some of her natural h/c peeking out from under her wig and the outline of her contact lenses. "I...But." Damian still in shock tried to figure out how to talk,

 It was too late he dug his grave and he dug it deep. "It's been fun, Now if you'll excuse me I gotta find my date and go..." She said calmly and walked into the crowd disappearing in the sea people, Damian snapped out of his stupor and followed after Y/n just in time see her get in a black muscle car with an unknown male and drove off into the night....  

[maychorian]

For the prompts, #6 with Tim Drake and Jason Todd

This is set in a possible future of Year of Fallen Angels.

6. “Where are you? Tell me where you are.”

Jason was stacking boxes in the storeroom of the diner where he worked when the phone in his pocket jingled with a certain ringtone. It was the theme song for one of Tim’s favorite TV shows, and it only came from one number.

He dropped the boxes he was holding on the floor and took the phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear. “Timmy?”

The line was quiet. Jason strained to hear, pressing the phone closer to his face. Then he realized that it wasn’t silent, after all. Tim was panting, harsh and terrified.

“Tim? Baby bird? Talk to me.”

Jason was already striding toward the door of the storeroom and into the kitchen. His manager, Mr. Sevalkis, was leaning over the counter sorting receipts. He looked up at his entrance. Jason raised his eyebrows and pointed to his phone.

Sevalkis grimaced. “One of those calls?” he asked.

“Yeah. Gotta go.”

Sevalkis waved a hand. “Get outta here. Come back if you can. Dinner rush in two hours, if you can make it.”

“I’ll try.”

On the other end of the phone, Tim was gulping for breath. Jason moved toward the service entrance, grabbing his leather jacket off the hook on the wall and slinging it on one-handed. “Where are you, Timbo? Tell me where you are. I’ll come to you.”

“Quad,” Tim said faintly. “Front of… Front of the library. There’s people around.”

“Okay. That’s good.” Jason slung his leg over his motorcycle. “I’m gonna have to hang up while I drive. Wanna tell me what happened before I do? If not, we can talk when I get there.”

Sometimes nothing happened. Nothing external, anyway. Sometimes it was all inside, just a build-up of pressure until it exploded and Tim couldn’t take it anymore and called for help. And Jason always came. But sometimes there was a trigger, and sometimes it helped to talk about it. Jason would be happy for any information he could get out of Tim when he was this jammed up, even just a word or two.

“I thought I saw him,” Tim said numbly.

Jason clenched his teeth so hard he could hear them creaking under the pressure.

“It probably wasn’t him,” Tim amended. “Probably just…a trick of the light. Or my stupid brain.”

“Maybe,” Jason said. “Maybe not, though. Good job getting somewhere public with lots of people around. Stay there, okay? I’ll be there soon.”

“Yeah.” Tim’s breath was just a wisp. “Hurry, okay?”

“I will.”

He hung up and drove.

He liked the diner. It was mostly a cover, a veneer of legitimacy. He kept light hours, but he worked hard when he was there, mostly janitorial, maintenance, short order cooking during meal rushes. He liked it most of all because they had agreed to his one condition.

First thing at the interview, as soon as he sat down, he put it out on the table. “Listen, I know it’s bad form or whatever for the job applicant to make demands, but I gotta let you know, I can’t work here unless you can put up with something for me. Sometimes I get a phone call, and I have to drop everything and leave. I’ll do my best to come back when it’s taken care of, but it’s not negotiable. If you can’t handle that, we should just end the interview now, and I’ll keep looking for work elsewhere.”

The owner, Anderson, was there, and Jason’s future manager, Sevalkis. Anderson started making uncomfortable noises, but Sevalkis raised a hand. He looked at Jason steadily, barely blinking. “That’s a pretty extraordinary demand. I think we can handle it, as long as you’re not out making drug deals or something. Can you tell me a little more about these phone calls you’ll be getting?”

Jason huffed a laugh. “Not drug deals, I promise. It’s not really your business. But yeah, okay, I get that you need more than my word.”

Sevalkis placed both hands flat on the table and looked Jason deep in the eyes. “I don’t need your life story. A summary will do.”

“I have a little brother. Couple of years ago, he was tortured.” He didn’t say by who, or why, or any other details. This was Gotham. Innocent people got tortured on a semi-regular basis.

“He’s doing okay, most of the time. Going to college, working part-time. Every once in a while it gets to be too much for him, though, and I get a call. And I go.”

The corner of Sevalkis’s mouth turned up. “Your personal Bat signal.”

Jason laughed again, a little more genuinely. “Yeah. We joke that I’m his bodyguard, twenty-four seven. Even when I’m halfway across the city, I’m protecting him in spirit if not in body. He’s a good kid. The best. He doesn’t deserve what happened to him, and he doesn’t deserve how hard things are for him now. I would do anything for him.”

“Including losing any chance at gainful employment?” Anderson asked.

“Including?” Jason gave him a sharp-toothed smile. “That’s the least of what I would do for my baby bro, pal. The very least.”

“I like him,” Sevalkis said, already reaching across the table to shake Jason’s hand. “You’re hired.”

Anderson balked. “No other questions?”

Sevalkis shrugged. “I read his resume. The interview is for gut impressions, not dry facts. A guy who would drop anything to help his kid brother deal with PTSD will work hard and give his all at other things, too, including a job in a crappy little greasy spoon like this one. I like him, and I’m hiring him, unless you want to overrule me.”

Anderson shook his head. Jason and Sevalkis shook hands, and that was it.

Now, he parked his motorcycle basically on the sidewalk of the quad at Gotham U, barely taking time to set the kickstand and take off his helmet before he was jogging across the grass. Tim was sitting at a stone picnic table in front of the library, his bright red hoodie standing out like a flag. He was slumped over with his head buried in his folded arms, and a nice-looking girl was sitting next to him with a hand on his back.

Jason slid onto the bench across from them, giving the girl a pleasant smile. “Hi. You a classmate of Tim’s?”

She nodded. “Zo. Zoanne. We’re not in any classes together, since he started too late, but we hang out sometimes. You’re Jay?”

“Yup. I’ll take over for ya. You can go back and take care of whatever you were doing, no worries. Timmy’s in good hands with me.”

She smiled. “I know. He talks about you a lot. His other siblings, too.”

Zoanne took her leave, and Jason leaned over, his head near to Tim’s. “You wanna tell me where you think you saw him? I’ll check it out for you.”

Tim shook his head against his arms and rolled it over to look at Jason with one eye, peeking out between his arms. “I already sent an alert to O. She’s checking security footage. I don’t think she’s going to find anything, though. It was just me being crazy again.”

“Hey, what have we said about that?” Jason laid his hands on Tim’s upper arms and gave them a careful squeeze. “It’s not crazy to be scared of a dude who hurt you like that. It’s perfectly rational. Your brain is just trying to protect you by pointing out things that even remotely might be him.”

Tim pulled in a shuddering breath and slowly sat up. His arms slid out of Jason’s grip, but he offered his hands instead. Jason folded them between his, massaging carefully but firmly. He could feel the ridges of scars, the bumps and off-angles where the pins had come out. Tim’s hands were shaking, of course. But Jason’s were too, a little.

He kept rubbing Tim’s hands, rolling his slender fingers between his, pressing big blunt thumbs into his narrow palms and massaging in circles. Damian was still the best at giving Tim hand massages, but they all had had plenty of practice by now. It had become a ritual, a way for them to connect with Tim and help him calm down when things were rough, a tangible expression of how much they cared and how much they wanted to erase his pain and help him heal.

Eventually Tim’s shoulders went boneless, his eyes drooping and face slack, and even his hands had relaxed down to their normal faint level of trembling that never really went away. Jason stood up and went around to his side of the table to draw him to his feet. “C'mon, baby bird. Let’s blow this popsicle stand. You want me to take you home, or would you rather come hang out with me at the diner during dinner rush?”

Tim perked up a bit, leaning into Jason’s side as he led him over to his bike. “Will I get to watch you cook?”

Jason chuckled. “Maybe. You like that?”

“It’s funny watching you swear at everyone for not keeping up with you, even while you’re grinning like you’re having the time of your life.”

“Yeah, the diner is good fun. Let’s go. Sevalkis will probably give you a free piece of pie.”

“Rhubarb?”

“You know what, hold that thought. I’ll call ahead and tell him to reserve a piece for you.”

Tim sat on Jason’s bike, grinning without a hint of fear in his eyes, while Jason called his boss and told him to save a piece of his kid brother’s favorite pie. The sky was clear, and McDaniels wasn’t in jail, but he wasn’t here, either. And everything was as good as it could get, for now.

[miss-m-and-her-blog]

Mr. Perfect (Chapter 11)

TITLE OF STORY: Mr. Perfect CHAPTER: 11 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: Nothing much but for now it’s all drama :3 FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: It’s been a long while since I wrote the last chapter, sorry for that :( But either way, happy reading to y’all :D

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They are now going home to Baguio City; and they have now to say goodbye to Morocco. Tom and J.R. are getting closer than ever. But the only problem is that, are their feelings even mutual?

—–

The drive back to Agadir had been quiet, as most of them had fallen asleep. They were back again in their same places as the first time they have arrived in Château Oasis.  Mason sat shotgun beside Pierrot; Tom and J.R. sat at the middle, and McCord sat at the back with the baggage.

While on the travel back to Agadir, Mason kept Aicha’s plaid handkerchief, placed carefully at the breast pocket of his jacket. He remembered how Aicha had embraced him before they left. He is sure he will never forget about her, now that she has a special place in his heart.

McCord was on his phone at the back of the van and he was texting Henri. He was too, saying his goodbye. McCord is not sure if what he had with Henri is just a fling or something he has to watch out for.

But for Tom and J.R., everything is complicated.

He’s sure that when they come back to Baguio City, he has to pretend once again that he doesn’t feel anything for J.R., he has to do it if he doesn’t want Macky to notice anything about them.

Then in his mind-eye, he could see how Salima bid him goodbye. She planted a kiss on his lips, but not a sensual one, but a kiss from a dear friend. He can still feel her embrace until now, and her words in his ear.

Take care of that girl. Love her, no matter what happens.

He only nodded in reply, not because they were in a hurry to leave but he didn’t know what words he should say to her.

As the van stopped at the airport parking lot, they started to unload their luggage. Before they could get inside, J.R. said goodbye to Pierrot, embracing him like she is saying goodbye to a grandfather.

“You be good, Ms. J.R..” Pierrot said.

J.R. nodded in reply, “I will, take care, Pierrot.” J.R. gently let go of Pierrot.

Tom took J.R.’s luggage, then Mason and McCord got ready to walk towards the airport entrance. All the while they prepared for boarding, Tom didn’t said a word to J.R. He was still thinking of the night when J.R. asked him for a kiss.

He could still remember how his muscles tensed, and his heart drummed loudly inside his chest. And especially the bittersweet moment when he was in between kissing her and avoiding her. Tom could still remember the regret; how he wanted to hit himself for not doing it, for missing out something so exquisite and amazing. But he knew he would regret it more if he did kissed her. He would just resent himself for doing it.

Are you mad? You’re taking advantage of J.R.’s state if you kissed her. It won’t be fair at all. Tom scolded on to himself, internally.

They arrived at the checking area, Mason handled the baggage as the rest of them waited for boarding.  J.R. and Tom sat beside each other, then finally, J.R. spoke first.

“I’ll miss, Timmy. He’s quiet, but he’s a wonderful kid. Then I’ll miss Ima. She’d been so good to us, you know.” She spoke as if there was melancholy in every word.

Then her tone raised, “But I’ll miss Henri too! Gosh, he was so–fun. Fun to be with. I hope McCord also feels the same way towards him.”

McCord sported a poker face, as if he didn’t heard every word about Henri and him, as he sat just beside Tom in the departure lounge.

J.R. slumped on her seat and sighed, “I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here.”

“Why would you say that?” Tom worriedly replied.

“I hate that place. It’s cold out there. Too gloomy. I hate remembering how sad it is there.”

But with that last words J.R. mentioned, Tom tried to hide his shock. She said that she remember things, and Tom couldn’t help but follow her statement, “What do you remember? In Baguio, I mean.”

J.R. shrugged, “Some things. But, it’s… It’s not clear. Bad things, I guess.”

She went silent as she thought about those things. But as she concentrated to remember what are those bad memories that she can’t recall, she started to frown and rub her temples.

“It’s hard to–to remember… I can’t–” She grimaced as she felt dull pounding pain in her head.

“J.R., baby, are you okay?” Tom immediately responded as J.R. continued massaging her forehead.

“I’m– My head hurts. I want to sleep. Where’s Macky? Where’s her needle?” She mumbled angrily now.

But Tom only hushed her gently and made her lean against his chest, as his arm draped over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, J.R., we’ll make the pain go away.” He cooed to her. Tom tried to rock her softly in his arms and he was trying to calm her down. Would it be good for J.R. to remember if she would have to go through this much pain?

——–

The four of them stood at each end of the way to their boarding. J.R.’s migraines went away for a while and she was fine again.

“So you guys are going back to London?” Tom asked.

“Yes. Those are the orders. Sir McLeod expects us to arrive tonight.” McCord explained.

“We’ll miss you, guys. I’ll miss you two being around.” J.R. replied, pouting.

McCord sighed but Mason only nodded politely. As usual, J.R. never lost her kindness and sweet personality that they knew of her since the first time they met her.

At that time, McCord had just been released from military service after fulfilling the three year tour in Afghanistan. While Mason, a decade older, had just resigned from his previous work at the parliament, as part of the tactical security unit for the Prime Minister.

J.R. then was just 16 and already blooming and gorgeous as she is now.  McCord had a little crush on her for a while, but Mason remembered his daughter from her, that died; taken away by Leukemia.

“We’ll miss you, too, Ms. Julie Rose.” McCord smiled and there was warmth in his eyes.

This took Tom by surprise; he never knew, that these two bulky and tall bodyguards have their own soft spot and J.R. had just hit it.

“Aww, come here, let me give you two a hug.” J.R. lulled as she stepped in and pulled their tall shoulders in a group hug.

Tom could only stare at awe, as both Mason and McCord hugged back and placed their hands on her back as they enclosed her.

They were first to let go, and J.R. was adjusted her feet from tiptoeing, “Take care guys, take care of Kuya and his family.” J.R. lastly instructed them.

“We will, Ms. Julie Rose.” Mason replied with a splendid smile.  Then he turned to Tom, “Mr. Hiddleston? Take care. You’re in charge of Ms. Julie Rose now.”

“Yes– I’ll take good care of her.” He replied with a warm smile.

Then, Mason and McCord took their baggage and went on their way, leaving Tom and J.R. standing and waving goodbye at them.

When they were out of earshot, McCord asked Mason, “What are we going to tell Sir McLeod?”

He shrugged as they approached the boarding gate.

“He told us to observe Tom. So what did you observed?” McCord spoke again.

Mason didn’t replied for a while as he gave his ticket to the flight attendant and so did McCord.

They entered the tube that leads to the entrance of the plane when Mason spoke, “What did I saw there in Tleta-Tagmoute? And also on the crater? I only saw love, and that Mr. HIddleston is purely in love with Ms. Julie Rose.”

McCord knew that they both had the same observation, then Mason followed, “But with Ms. Julie Rose… I think she’s confusing him with Mr. Henderson.”

“Poor bloke. You think that Ms. Julie Rose is just that way because she’s still in love with Nathan?”

“I think so. She sees Nathan in Tom. They do look alike. I think that’s where Sir McLeod went wrong. He should’ve told J.R. the truth--maybe that way her memories of the accident would come up.” Mason grumbled.

McCord didn’t said anything else as they entered the door that leads inside the plane.

——

Once again, the gloomy and cold mountain ranges of Baguio welcomed them home. J.R. was inexplicably quiet whenever she is here in Baguio. Maybe the coldness of the place gets into her sunny side. Donnie would say something every once in a while, just so he could talk the sleepiness away while on their travel back home.

Tom read Martin’s text message again to analyze the address of the pink house. He does wonder why the pink house was ever called the pink house, and why does even J.R.’s mother lives there.

There he also felt the anticipation of meeting one or both of J.R.’s parents. He was already imagining how he would act in front of Ms. Cassandra and maybe also in front of Mr. Trillo.

He was already imagining what they both look like; where J.R. had inherited her beautiful brown eyes, her lips that are perfectly shaped or her traits that he got to love.

For a while, he dismissed those thought, and instead, he said to himself internally,

Wake up, man. J.R.’s not introducing you to her parents. You’re just there to come with her.

Then he thought that he wishes that he won’t have to explain once again who he is and why he was hired to her parents. The long and winding road continued but after Tom's wristwatch hit 5 o'clock, dusk has started to creep in into the skylines of Baguio City.

Once again, they are welcomed by the winding stairs that leads to the house at the top. Manang Belen welcomed J.R. with a warm hug, the other house help greeted J.R. and so did they with Tom. When they finally approached the lawn, Tom could already see Macky’s figure standing on the doorway. She immediately walked down to welcome them back. Tom could make from the light of the dusk skies the maroon fitted dress that Macky wears.

“Welcome home, Julie.” Macky opened her arms wide to embrace J.R.

“I missed you, Macky.” J.R. hugged her.

Then when J.R. finally let Macky go, she turned her attention to Tom who was still straining from the climb.

“Welcome back, Tom.” And with that, she went on to give him a peck on the cheek as a welcome.

Tom could feel the heat of her kiss and also the weight of that action. And if Macky was wearing any lipstick at that moment, it might have printed a lovely kiss mark on his cheek.

“Thanks, Macky.” He replied, sounding uncertain, as he stepped away from her.

“You must be tired, you two, come inside. I’ll make something warm to drink.” Macky kindly offered to which J.R. responded with a smile and wrapping her arm around Macky’s waist.

The two of them looked just like sisters, standing to each other, as Tom had observed as he walked behind them. Donnie walked beside him, with some of their luggage in his hand. There Tom remembered to ask him something,

“Don, can I ask you something? Do you know the pink house? Where J.R.’s parents live?”

Before Donnie could answer, his expression froze, “Uhm… I know where that is. Why?”

“It’s the last place where I would take J.R.; Martin has already gave me the address. But, just as you said, you know the way.” Tom replied.

Donnie only nodded, but it was like he is shaking some bad thoughts away, not agreeing to what Tom had just said.

“I’ll take you there. Maybe the next day, Ms. Julie Rose needs to rest from the jet lag.”

“Thank you, Donnie.” Tom patted Donnie’s shoulder.

—–

After finishing the warm cocoa that Macky prepared for her, J.R. was now walking up the stairs with Macky so she could go to bed.

Tom finished his tea, so that he could also sleep. But when he looked back at J.R. and Macky, he was curious and he wanted to see J.R. off to bed.

When they finally entered J.R.’s room, Tom followed them. As he was halfway at the staircase, he noticed that J.R.’s door was almost closed and that he could still see inside.

He could see J.R. lying on her bed, while Macky sat at her side. Tom carefully approached the room and to look over.

When he was close to an earshot, he heard that they are talking to each other,

“Were you a good girl with Tom?” Macky asked, as if she was talking to a child.

“Yes. I had fun with him. I even asked him to kiss me, but he didn’t.” J.R. giggled as she told Macky what happened.

Tom couldn’t see what was Macky’s expression, and the room was only dimly lit, he couldn’t make it if Macky nodded or shook her head.

Then after a while, she took out a medium-sized pouch; also, she took a bottle of J.R.'s medicine and a syringe.

“You’ve been away for so long, you haven’t been getting your daily shots. It’s bad for you, Julie Rose.” She whispered with such motherly tone.

Macky then folded back the sleeves of J.R.’s pajamas and it revealed her right arm. She tied a long piece of rubber on J.R.’s upper arm, just above the elbow and Macky tapped softly the crease of J.R.'s arm. There, Macky traced the veins.

Then, she prepared the syringe and stuck the needle at the soft part of the bottle’s lid. When the syringe was two-thirds full of the medicine, she stuck now the syringe at J.R.’s arm.

J.R. gasped at first then she was quiet afterwards. Then she started to softly ramble like a small animal hit by a sleep dart. Tom tried to keep quiet when he saw that.

He knows that J.R. needs her medicine, and Macky is there as her nurse. But sometimes, he felt like what she is doing to J.R. is wrong. Or it might be that he's just too protective of J.R.. Tom believes that Macky means good not just because it's her job, it's because she cares for J.R.

He finally left the door and went on his way downstairs to his room.

----

It has been two days since they arrived in Baguio. J.R. is back to her sunny disposition and had seemed to have shaken the jet lag off.  As they are having breakfast at the porch, Tom had already talked to Donnie that it is the day that they will go to the pink house.

"Are we going to visit Mama and Papa?" J.R. asked.

"Yes. We're going after finishing our breakfast." Tom replied gently.

Macky looked on at them, but didn't spoke. There Tom remembered to ask, "Would you like to come with us, Macky?"

She wiped her lips with the napkin, she just finished her food, "I'm not in the mood to visit them today. I'll pay my respects to them, in another time. Excuse me."

Macky left the table, and left her half-finished food. Tom wondered with the word she used, pay her respects. Maybe it's the way she said it in English which differs in meaning in Tagalog.

J.R. then spoke, "Tom, can we bring Mama some flowers? Her favorite are lilies and mums."

"Sure. Maybe Donnie knows a flower shop on the way." Tom assured J.R.

"Yay! I'm excited to see Mama and Papa again!" She exclaimed.

Once again, J.R. is effervescent as she always is. They quickly finished their food, and Tom let J.R. prepare with Macky's help.

It was now 10 o'clock in the morning and Tom was still wondering what would he wear. He saw his powder-blue collared shirt in his drawers, and figured that this would be suitable. Not too formal or casual.

Tom partnered his shirt with khaki-gray trousers and brown shoes. When he looked at himself at the mirror, he thought that he might just impress Ms. Cassandra and Mr. Trillo.

When he was done, he saw J.R.; sitting at living room sofa, wearing a willowy baby blue dress that matched the color of his shirt. He felt like he is just about to have a pre-nuptial photoshoot with J.R. with their color-matching outfits.

"Are you ready?" J.R. asked Tom which placed a smile on his lips. J.R. stood up from the sofa to join Tom. And when she did, she held his hand as they went outside.

Donnie was waiting beside the car that Tom knows that belongs to Martin. A sleek black SUV, with light caramel interior inside. They got in and sat at the back, then Donnie started the engine after taking the driver's seat. The car started moving out till then, they were out of the village.

They took the opposite road that leads farther and into the part where there are more exclusive villages. J.R. was looking out of the window, like she is on the lookout for the flower shop that Tom mentioned.

"When was the last time you visited your parents, J.R.?" He asked J.R.

She was about to answer but Donnie answered instead, "Last November. It was the time of the year."

"Yes. Now I remember." J.R. spoke out.

Then, they finally saw the signage of the flower shop, The Rainbow Garden. Donnie pulled up at the side of the road, pass the flower shop.

He stayed at the car to let Tom and J.R. buy the flowers. When they got inside, they were greeted by a small old woman, with her hair neatly tied to a bun at the top of her head. Her assistant was a teenage girl; her granddaughter, the old woman had told them.

J.R. talked to the old woman in Ilokano, and pointed out the flowers she wanted to be arranged, to which the old woman answered with Wen, wen.* She chose white Lilies, purple Malaysian mums, and with some Baby's breath.

The old woman was slow, but her hands are faster than anything as she assembled the flowers, with her granddaughter to assist her with the florist wires and colored specialty papers that will cover the bouquet.  It only took them 20 minutes to wait for the bouquet; and when the bouquet was done, J.R. paid and thanked the old woman and her granddaughter.

Once again, they were on their way on the road. Donnie saw the flowers at the back mirror. "White Lilies? They are Ms. Cassandra's favorite."

"Yes. Mama liked them very much." J.R. replied giddily.

Tom only watched J.R. as she carefully observed the flowers and smelling it from time to time. They traveled for 20 minutes more, and when the roads are not elevated anymore, and the cliff side road revealed the towns below on their left; Tom saw that memorial chapels and cemeteries lined up on their right.

He wondered why Ms. Cassandra chose a home near this places.

"We're almost here." Donnie pointed out as they turned into a sharp curve, until it revealed a memorial garden, with grand arches affront.

"We're here!" J.R. excitedly sang.

Tom's brow furrowed while he thought to himself, Is this the place where J.R.'s parents live? A memorial garden?

He wanted to ask Donnie, but not in front of J.R..  For a while, he looked at his phone for Google maps, but the address of the pink house and the memorial garden are just the same.

Tom felt a vague tension inside him, that he couldn't quite calm out of his system. They entered the gates and the security guard on duty checked their ID and dashboard sticker.

Then Donnie paid 10 pesos for the parking ticket. When they reached the parking area, J.R. was ready to go out of the car. Donnie pulled out and they were parked.

J.R. started, "I'll be on my way there. I'll see you two there."

And with the bouquet on her arms, J.R. sprang from her seat and ran steadily until she disappeared into a bushy corner of the road.

Tom now finally had the time to ask, "Donnie, I don't understand-- Why are we here?" Donnie didn't answered for a while, but when he got out of the car, (and so did Tom) he replied, "This is the place where Ms. Cassandra is buried."

Donnie spoke with such straightforward honesty, Tom thought him for being rude for a minute.

"Ms. Cassandra... She's dead?" He almost whispered.

Donnie nodded slowly and said, "I was just a teenager at that time, like Sir Martin, when Ms. Cassandra and Sir Robert went for a business trip. But on their way, their plane crashed at the Southern Pacific.

"Ms. Cassandra's body was recovered, but not Sir Robert's. Sir Martin's father, Mr. McLeod, didn't wanted Ms. Cassandra to be buried at her family's mausoleum. Maybe he still resented her for leaving him for Sir Robert. Instead, she was buried here, in Sir Robert's hometown."

Tom felt like his heart was crushed. How many loved ones did J.R. had lost?  Maybe her amnesia was repressing her from these memories because they are just too painful to be remembered.

"That's why Martin didn't wanted Ms. Cassandra to be mentioned every time? Because, he's still in pain with his mother's death?"

Donnie rubbed the back of his neck, and he sighed, "Sir Martin would always be hurt. He would always be in pain with his mother's death, he told me. But as long as J.R.'s there, he would never feel alone."

Tom only looked down at his feet, but Donnie called his attention. "Let's follow her. She will need you right now, that I know.”

They started to walk at the road where J.R. had previously ran on to. They followed a road covered with willow trees that can only grow in this kind of weather in Baguio.

When they saw the street that was indicated in the address that Martin gave Tom, which is Kalachuchi, they saw large mausoleums that looked like townhouses lined up carefully in the middle of the grassfield of Bermudas.

But there was one mausoleum that stood out, with the a faded pink facade. What made it stood out were the trees planted at the front, purplish magenta Bougainvilleas that had stemmed at the front columns, and two trees of Plumerias, with pink blooming flowers at the tops.

“The pink house. Isn’t it pretty?” Donnie remarked.

Tom didn’t said a word, but instead, he started walking towards it that he didn’t realized that Donnie is no longer walking with him. When he was already near the mausoleum, he saw J.R. laid the bouquet on top of Ms. Cassandra’s sarcophagus.

He was surprised to see a sarcophagus nowadays, that he thought only people from the past had them made. But there it is, a sarcophagus of Ms. Cassandra stood out at the middle of the mausoleum. But behind it was a flat marble wall with a carved epitaph in block letters for Robert.

A husband, a father, and a good friend. His body lost at sea, but his memory is always in our hearts.

Tom tried to walk near J.R. who has now sat beside the sarcophagus. There he could make out that Ms. Cassandra’s figure was lying down, clothed in a beautiful off-shoulder gown that made the sarcophagus look like it contains a fallen goddess.

Finally, J.R. noticed Tom, and he could see tears that were about to fall from her eyes.

“Why did you bring me here again?” She mumbled, and now her tears fell on her cheeks like raindrops.

“To make you remember.” Tom did not hesitated to answer that way.

J.R. clutched her chest and she sobbed and inhaled sharply.

“I remember them... The day they went away. They told me that are going to come back for me. They promised me that. Mama-- oh she was so beautiful that day, just as beautiful as she is in my memories.”

“J.R., please... What more do you remember?” Tom carefully asked now.

“Everything. I remember every painful thing. I-I can’t-- It’s...” She sobbed more and more until she couldn’t talk anymore.

J.R. got off of the sarcophagus and she slumped down on the tiled floor.

Tom immediately approached and held J.R., “J.R., do you want to go now? I’ll take you home if you want to.”

But she only replied, “And I remember you, Nathan.”

Tom gasped. He thought she must be seeing him again now as Nathan.

“Why did you have to do that to me? Why did you hurt me?” She cried out, but Tom cupped her face.

“What did Nathan do to you, J.R.? Tell me, please, baby.” Tom begged her and tried to make her sit upright.

“You left me, Nathan. You said you would never do that!” She now screamed and drummed Tom’s chest.

With this, Tom didn’t wanted to pry anymore from J.R.’s fragile mind, and so he held her close to his chest.

“I’m not Nathan. I’m not him. I will never be Nathan. I would never be the man you loved and still love.” Tom admitted bitterly, but he kept on holding to J.R.

Then she looked up to him, “Why did you have to bring me here? I hate going home here. Everything reminds me of the pain.” her chin trembled and her throat felt dry as she spoke and her tears fell more and more.

“What do you want me to do, J.R.? Tell me what to do.” Tom whispered

Now, J.R. placed a hand on his cheek and spoke, “Kiss me. Kiss me like you always did.”

This was not a request or a command from her, but it was all she desired above else, and Tom couldn’t ignore that.

Then he thought to himself, I’m not Nathan. But I hope, I could be someone new for you. Someone that won’t hurt you. Someone that will love you, no matter what.

Tom prepared himself and he leaned on closer to J.R.’s face. He felt her sweet warm breath on his cheeks, and saw her lips red from crying looked like cherries ready to be eaten.

But then, he set aside the desire, but he let his love for her control him. Not the lust, but what I really feel for her. He thought.

J.R. was expecting it, and so she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she is letting herself go, plunging farther down for her feelings.

Then in the middle of cold nothingness, she felt his lips--not pressed on hers, but on her forehead.

J.R. felt the electricity of her body awaken her senses, just because of his kiss. She felt warm all over, she felt her blood rush from every vein in her body, just because he kissed her this way.

After a long while, Tom finally let his kiss end and he stared tenderly into her eyes.

“I love you, J.R.. I hope that you can still know me as me, not because I look like Nathan.” Tom whispered.

For a while, J.R. tried to register his words into her mind; she was trying to make out what he meant, when suddenly,

“Ow! It hurts!” She gasped as she felt a sharp pain on her temples, until it spread out all over her head.

Tom was now alarmed as J.R. was slightly tossing and turning because of her migraine.

“J.R.? J.R.! Darling, are you all right?!” Tom now boomed, but still trying to settle J.R. upright.

“My head-- It hurts!” She squealed, like a helpless child, as she also tried to press her temples with her hands.

“We need to get you home.” Tom said under his breath, then he called out, “Donnie! Donnie, come here! I need your help!”

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As soon as they arrived home, Tom placed J.R. at the sofa of the living room and called out for Macky. She quickly arrived with her pouch that contains J.R.’s medicine.

“Hold her still.” She instructed Tom because J.R. was wriggling because of her migraine.

Then, with quick motion, Macky already filled the syringe. She placed the rubber on J.R.’s arm to trace the vein. Even though J.R. was moving so much, Macky still got to stick the needle of the syringe carefully into J.R.’s arm.

After a while, J.R. calmed down. and she fell asleep slowly.

“That ought to make her sleep until tomorrow. What the hell happened back there?” She spat at Tom.

“I tried to make her remember, then she got her migraines again. She was already telling me something about Nathan-- that he hurt her before. I don’t know how, because she kept telling me that Nathan left her. I couldn’t get any straight answer from what she told me.” Tom now combed his hair with his fingers, from his forehead and sighed.

Macky now placed back some of the small bottles and unused syringes on her pouch. “You know sometimes, J.R.’s memories are not worth to be recalled. It’s better for her to forget such painful memories.” She remarked indifferently, but Tom didn’t brought himself to look at her while she said that.

But when he stole a glance from Macky, she was looking at the empty vial of medicine. “Another empty vial. I have to call her doctor so he could supply me again of her medicine.”

Macky left the living room for a while, to dispose the vial. There she went back now with Donnie to assist her of taking J.R. to bed.

But Tom insisted that he can carry J.R., but Macky only said, “No. You have done enough, Tom. Let yourself rest.”

He let it go and Donnie now took J.R. in his arms as Macky tried to assist him at the stairs.

Tom now, started to wander off at the kitchen, with his phone on hand. He was thinking whether he would call Martin because of what happened, or not. But he felt like he needs to know what happened.

Just as he was about to unlock his phone to dial Martin’s number; Tom found himself already near the kitchen entrance, and with the garbage bin in front of him.

There he noticed the empty vial that Macky threw in the garbage. He was about to let it go but he noticed that something was off with the prescription of the vial. Some of the words were covered with a mismatched adhesive paper that were printed in small letters.

He picked it up and held close to read it. But, he was curious too, he peeled the adhesive paper and revealed something else.

“Ketamine?” He read.

Tom stared out in the open, trying to figure out how this kind of sedative is administered to J.R.. He is sure it’s not something that a doctor would give his amnesiac patient. Then he remembered what Ajay told him before, of deadly sedatives and addicting ones too.

“I need to know. I need to ask him.” Tom whispered.

He pocketed the vial and went back to his room. Tom is sure that something is going on and he will find out what it is, whether by hook or by crook.