#~cleaning out the garbage : dash commentary~

[perfectionyokai]

Uh oh, seems a certain other butler had spotted Whispers failed bat swing. Silence, before some small chuckling, which grew to much louder degrees. As much as he liked to keep his composure he had to be honest, that Swing? Sucked. The yokai continues to laugh at Whispers attempt, rising into the sky he was finding it that humorous. Even with the ghost cheating (yokai weren't exactly invisible to other yokai yknow) he still failed, oh wait till the yokai council for applied butlering heard about this!

[justthehiddleswrites]

Bah Hiddleston | Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Tamra Harmon) | Chapter 11 | Joy To The World

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Tamra Harmon)

Summary:  Tamra Harmon has no mind to mess with Christmas. All that talk about Christmas magic and the joy of the holidays is just a bunch of mumbo jumbo. But will a chance encounter with perennial Christmas lover Tom Hiddleston change all that?

This chapter:  Tom sets out to make things right and Tamra goes to see the sights. Will they get out of their way before Tamra has to return to America or is their love lost forever?

Warnings for story: smut, oral sex, implied smut, vaginal sex, light angst

-

After waking up for the umpteenth time that morning, Tamra resigned herself to the fact that sleep was not in the cards and left bed to get ready for the day. She spent about twenty minutes in the shower. The warm water washed away the physical evidence of the last two days heartache. The tear stains, the disheveled air but nothing could erase the emotional evidence. She pulled on a sweater and a fresh pair of jeans. She teared up as she reached for her peacoat but fought back the tears.

“Pull yourself together.” She reminded herself as she pulled on her hat and scarf to face the winter weather.

Tamra located a nearby store and purchased an overpriced charging cord. She returned to her flat and plugged in her phone and then set off for the day.

-

Tom bounded out of bed when his alarm sounded. He grabbed his phone his heart swelling at the thought of Tamra calling while he slept. The blank screen dashed his hopes. He got ready in record time, pulling on the first clean sweater he saw.

His mother sat at the table, a teacup in one hand.

“You’re up early. I hoped you would sleep in, what with all the commotion over the last several days.” she took a sip of tea.

“I’m going over there.” he tugged his red puffer coat over his white sweater.

Diana stood and came over to fix his collar. “Nice outfit, dear. It is nice to see you in something other than blue every once in a while. Be safe. And don’t forget to bring Tamra by this afternoon to meet your sisters.”

Tom kissed her cheek. “You have such faith in me.”

“I love you, Thomas.”

Tom smiled as he set off towards Tamra’s.

-

After tucking into a quick breakfast and picking up a cup of coffee to go, Tamra headed to Tower Bridge rather than return to the flat and retrieve her phone. Melancholy and sadness at the thought of not having Tom by her side replaced the exuberance she once experienced at the beginning of the trip going through all the museums. She pushed through the crowds to move from exhibit to exhibit. There was no joy in her movements.

“Tom…” she called out before remembering he wasn’t there.

Instead as she turned, she saw a young couple. Their fingers intertwined, and the girl laid her head on the boy’s shoulder as he gestured at the display. They turned and gave Tamra a nod and wave, which she returned, but inside her heart broke. She hurried through the rest of the exhibits, giving them little more than a cursory glance. Without Tom giving his commentary in his rich baritone and gesturing excitedly with his hands over some minute piece of history, everything seemed flat and two-dimensional. It was as though, things sparkled brighter in his presence. Or at least it did for Tamra.

Tamra found her way to the gift shop and realized though she had visited so many museums; she did not have a single souvenir for herself or anyone else. She moved through the shop, plucking items for her mom and co-workers from baskets and shelves.

Tamra headed up to the front of the store to pay for her items. She paused at a display of Christmas ornaments. Her eye caught a small clear glass ornament. Inside was a London scene covered in snow. She sniffled as lifted the ornament from the tree and added it to her purchases. The clerk rang up everything, taking care to wrap the ornament.

“Merry Christmas!” the clerk commented as she handed the bag to Tamra.

“Merry Christmas.” Tamra responded, without a hint of an eye roll or nose wrinkle. She grabbed the bag and almost ran out of the store, fearing she would burst into tears at any moment.

Tamra thought about hitting another museum or tourist attraction but her heart wasn’t in, so instead she headed back to her flat, fighting against Boxing Day foot traffic and hoped her phone would be operational.

-

“Tamra!” Tom bellowed as he knocked on the door.

“Tamra, open up please!”

His pleas went unanswered.

“Darling. I’m not going anywhere. You’ll have to come out at some point and talk to me.”

The people passing by threw Tom confused glares.

“Tamra, let me in. It’s freezing and people are staring.”

He pulled his phone to call her. Voicemail. With a huff, he sat down on the stoop in front of the door. The cold air chilled him and he pulled the red hood up and over his head. He slumped against the door and before long; he slipped into a state of half sleep, Hours later, he awoke to a sharp pain in his shoulder. Someone was shoving him.

-

As Tamra rounded the corner to her place, she squinted to see something on the front step. At first, she thought it was a garbage bag but the red material appeared to be fabric. She came closer and realized it was a person. Asleep. Right in front of your door.

“Hey!” Tamra shouted in hopes to startling the person to move. But without success.

She stood before the lump of limbs and red jacket; she kicked a toe at a sneaker peeking out. No movement. She put her bag on the pavement and gave the man a hard shove to the shoulder.

“Do you mind?” a baritone voice drifted up from the lump. “I’m waiting for someone.”

“Well wait somewhere else, I need to get into my apartment.”

The lump shuffled to stand. “I happen to know who lives here, and it’s—” Tom threw his hood back and came face to face with his assailant.

“TAMRA!” he pulled her against his chest, her face buried against his jacket. He didn’t let her go. “I called and called, but you didn’t answer. I was so worried.” If possible, he squeezed her even tighter, like hugging her was the only way for he to know she was real.

His voice cracked as he spoke, and she inhaled his scent. Spice and woods. Tears formed in her eyes at what Tom’s presence might mean. “I left the charger at your house. Why are you here? What are you wearing?”

The words flowed as freely as from her mouth as the tears did from her eyes. Tom released her just enough for her to wriggle her hands up to his face. She wiped the tears from his face. She noticed his bloodshot and red-rimmed eyes. If possible, he looked gaunt and hollow cheeked. He hadn’t been eating or sleeping from the looks of things.

“You’re freezing, Tom. You look awful. Are you sleeping? Eating? Why are you crying?” she continued to question, searching his face for answers.

“I’m sorry. I fucked this up.” Tom ignored her barrage of questions. He had to get what he needed to say out before she disappeared again, possibly for good.

“What do you mean, you fucked up? How you could fuck this up, you made it clear this was nothing more than a fling. I overheard you talking to your mother. It’s fine. You are a famous movie star and I am a nobody museum curator from Florida. It was doomed from the beginning. I fucked up by making the mistake of falling in love with someone unattainable.” She dropped her head against his chest.

“You are not nobody. You are somebody to me. You are everything to me. I want to wake up every morning with you next to me, smelling of my shampoo and soap. I want you dancing in my kitchen. I want all the highs and lows and everything in between. I was too scared to say it before. But you walking out my door and leaving that note made everything clear. I know you are scared too but I will wait until you are ready. But please don’t shut me out of your heart. I fear if you do, I may wither and die where I stand. And I can’t have Luke be right. Again. Please make room for me in your Grinch sized heart. I beg you to give me a chance.”

Tamra lifted her head, her hands never leaving Tom’s shoulders. “For a man of action, you talk too much.” She pulled him into a searing kiss.

It was unlike any other kiss either had experienced. Their lips tasted salty from their tears. The kiss made a promise of hope and love neither could comprehend. There was heat and fireworks and lasted forever and a moment all at once.

They parted and Tom smiled as he moved Tamra’s hair from her face. “Well, you know..” he kissed the tip of her nose “… I like a woman who takes charge.”

Tamra smiled as she kissed him again before leaving his grip to pick you discarded package. She unlocked her door and disappeared inside.

“What are you doing? Where are you going?” Tom asked the door.

She popped back out and gripped Tom’s wrist. “To put my packages down. You wanted me to take charge. You’re frozen to the bone and I have just the thing to warm you up.” Tamra wriggled her eyebrows and Tom’s eyes sparkled as Tamra yanked him inside and slammed the door shut.

-

Emma and Sarah paced the living room as Diana sat in the armchair, nursing her third cup of tea for the day.

“Are you sure he is coming home, Mum?” Sarah questioned.

“Quite certain. He had some important matters to attend to.” Diana didn’t look up as she responded coolly, not giving away a single bit of information by look or word.

“What is more important than Christmas with his family?” Emma whined.

Diana gave a cryptic smirk. “In due time, dear. He texted saying he was on his way home.”

The door creaked open and the sounds of nails clicking on the floor filled the air as Bobby rushed to meet Tom at the door. Everyone but Diana rose to meet Tom at the foyer. The girls skidded to a stop as Tom stood with a strange woman, helping her out of her jacket. A suitcase and other packages left by the door. Bobby nipped at the heels of the woman, excited to see her.

“Tom?” they asked.

“Em, Sarah. Let me introduce…” he pulled Tamra tight against his side, “…my girlfriend, Tamra Harmon.”

“Hi.” Tamra gave an awkward wave with her free arm.

“Girlfriend?! Since when? Why didn’t you tell us?” the questions bombarded both Tom and Tamra.

“It’s about time, Thomas. The girls were getting restless.” Diana’s voice cut through the din. She moved past Emma and Sarah to hug Tamra. “Welcome home, darling.” she whispered so only Tom and Tamra could hear.

“Thank you, Diana.”

“Am I missing something? Mum, you knew about this?” Emma grilled.

The three of them shared a smile. “I’ll explain over supper.” Tom offered. “But first… presents!”

There was a shout of excitement as they all moved into the living room where the rest of the family remained and took turns opening their gifts, wrapped hastily by Tom the night before. Tom took Tamra aside into the hallway while the kids ripped the papers and bows to shred . He fiddled with a small box in his hand.

“Merry Christmas.” He hesitated a moment before handing the box over. Tamra’s brow worried as she lifted the lid to reveal the snowflake necklace.

“Tom. It’s too much. I can’t accept.” She put a hand to her mouth to cover the surprised gasp.

“Quite the contrary, love. It is not enough.” He pulled the necklace from the box and moved to fasten it at the nape of Tamra’s neck. “This necklace is an imperfect symbol of my love for you.”

Tamra’s fingers traced the outline of the snowflake. “But I have nothing to give you in return.”

Tom leaned forward to kiss her. “Your presence, your love is gift enough. There is nothing more my heart desires.” He kissed her again, pulling her close.

Tamra gasped as she remembered and ran off leaving Tom abandoned in the hallway. She returned with a small parcel of tissue paper. “Merry Christmas, Tom.”

“It’s nice to hear you say those words.”

“It’s nice to say them. Now open, carefully.”she warned.

Tom pulled at the layers of paper and retrieved the snowy London scene ornament.

“A Christmas ornament? From you?”

“Does that surprise you, Thomas? I would think you of all people believe in a bit of Christmas magic.”

“Very funny. I love it. And I love you. And thank you for the Christmas magic.”

She wrapped her arms around Tom’s waist, fingers teasing along his hips. “Thank you for believing in me. I love you too.”

Tamra pushed Tom against the wall and kissed him, her tongue needy, her lips urgent.

“Hmm.” They separated at the sound. Sarah stood at the end of the hallway.

“If you two can keep your hands off of each other for two seconds, the children would like to show their uncle Thomas and his new girlfriend their new toys.” She raised one eyebrow in judgment. Her and Emma were still not entirely certain about this new development in Tom’s life but were glad to see him so happy.

“We are on our way.” Tamra replied. Tom pulled her back into loud living room filled with laughter. She loved every minute.

-

After everyone ate supper, Tamra and Tom told the story of their adventure, and Tom’s family were on their way back to Diana’s home, they collapsed onto the bed.

“Sure you still want this?” Tom asked. “It only gets worst from here.”

Tamra laughed. “If I can handle your mother, I can handle anything.”

“Just wait until you receive your first signature Luke chewing out.”

“I would like to see him try.”

Tom grabbed his phone. “Speaking of Luke, I’m surprised he has not been harassing me for updates or with some new scandal.”

Tamra ripped the phone from Tom’s hand. “Let it wait until tomorrow. Tonight you are mine.”

“As you wish.” Tom pulled her on top of him, fingers tugging at her shirt.

[meenasmoon]

Please do a fanfic of johnny being sick and then meena taking care of him like in your johnny x meena headcanons (if u dont mind that is)

OMG! I was so hoping someone would latch onto this idea because Meena is the absolute best at taking care of people when they’re sick, especially her beloved Johnny. Also Johnny on cough syrup gives me life.

Just A Little Cold

Meena was in the middle of helping her grandma make her special homemadesoup for lunch when her phone buzzed for the first time. It was her first timemaking the soup without any help so she was simultaneously nervous and excited.Deciding that she didn’t need the distraction, she ignored the insistentvibrations and continued adding ingredients to the pot.

Twenty minutes later she turned the burner down low so that the soupcould simmer and stepped back so her grandma could do a taste test. Her phonewas vibrating almost constantly now but she was too nervous about her grandmother’sinspection to worry about what was happening. She watched with bated breath asher grandma sipped the soup and considered the taste with a pensive look on herface.

“Meena this soup…” she trailed off and for a second Meena’sheart dropped to the floor in despair, under the impression that she had ruinedit, “…Is perfect!”

Meena broke out into a million watt smile and she embraced her grandmain a tight hug. Her grandma patted her back gently and reached into the pocketof her dress to pull out a faded and wrinkled recipe card. She handed it toMeena and patted her cheek lovingly.

“This is yours now.” She whispered and Meena nodded solemnlybefore giving her grandma another hug. Their moment was interrupted whenMeena’s phone began to ring. She picked it up and frowned in confusion when shesaw that it was Ash who was calling her.

“Hello?” She answered the phone as she stirred the soup.

“Meena! Thank God. Why didn’t you answer when I texted you?!”Ash sounded frantic and extremely annoyed which made Meena a little nervous.

“I’m s-sorry Ash I was cooking- I mean doing s-somethingimportant.” She stumbled over her words in an effort to appease Ash’stemper.

“Ok well I need you to come over to our apartment right now. LoverBoy is sick and he’s driving me INSANE.” She groaned and there weremuffled sounds of movement from the other side of the line. Meena lost her gripon the spoon she was using to stir the soup and all of her attention zeroed inon her phone.

“Wait what? How sick is he? Do we need to take him to thehospital?!” Her anxiety skyrocketed and she began to pace her kitchen,waiting for Ash to answer her barrage of questions.

“Calm down Meena, take deep breaths. The big baby just caught a nastycold and he keeps asking for you and then telling me not to worry you. So Idecided I don’t want to babysit him anymore and I called you.” Meena took adeep breath a released it, relief coursing through her veins like a tidal wave.She sagged against the counter when her legs decided to get wobbly as therelief washed over her.

“So…. can you come over?” Ash asked when Meena didn’t say anything inresponse to her rant.

“Yes! I mean of course I can. I’ll be over in a few minutes.” She hungup and grabbed a large container from her cupboard and began scooping herfreshly made soup into it. Once it was full she stole a few boxes of tissues, astack of random movies, and her softest blanket. After stuffing everything intoa duffle bag she opened the door to dash out to the bus stop andimmediately skidded to a halt when she was confronted with a torrent ofrain.

Without her noticing a blanket of dark grey clouds had covered theircity and were releasing their contents down at that very moment. She hurriedback inside, put on a raincoat and then grabbed her favorite umbrella. Nowfully prepared for the weather she once again exited the house and ran acrossthe street to the bus stop to wait for the weekend bus.

Twenty minutes later she arrived in front of Ash and Johnny’s apartmentbuilding. She used her spare key to get in and rushed up the stairs to thethird floor where they lived. Meena caught her breath for a second beforereaching up and knocking gently on the hard wooden surface of the door.

“Meena. Come in.” Ash growled from ‪the other side of the door and Meena cautiouslyopened the door, walking into the chaotic apartment. Ash was waiting in thekitchen where she had taken refuge from a sickly Johnny.

“How many times do we have to tell you that it’s okay for you to justcome in without knocking?” She sighed, her bad mood abating slightly at thesight of her relief. Meena shrugged and smiled, adjusting the strap of her bagon her shoulder.

“About a million more times.” she joked and Ash chuckled briefly beforejerking her thumb in the direction of the living room.

“He’s stationed in there. I’m heading to the theatre to get some songwriting done in peace.” With that she picked up her guitar case and bag andwalked out the door that Meena had just come through. Meena shook her headfondly and then tiptoed into the living room. The sight that met her eyes wasprobably the most pathetic thing that she had ever seen.

The floor was littered with used tissues and empty tissue boxes andthe TV was showing a rerun of Friends that they had both seen atleast a million times. The couch had been turned into a nest made up ofevery blanket that they owned. In the very center, curled up in a little ballwas Johnny. His eyes were half-open and watery, his nose was red and aconstant stream of mucus was flowing out of it, his entire body was shakingwith the intense shivers that ran up and down his form, and he lookedcompletely exhausted.

Meena shook her head and felt a pang of sympathy run through her chestwhen she saw the state that he was in. She set down her bag and began unloadingher supplies, preparing herself to spend the day taking care of her boyfriend.First she grabbed a garbage bag from the kitchen and began carefully placingeach dirty tissue into it. Once the room was cleaned she tied off the trash bagand grabbed a new one for future tissues. When she opened the bag she startledJohnny awake and he stared at her in surprise, finally registering that she wasthere.

“Meena? Wot ‘re ya doin�� ‘ere?” His nose was so stuffed up that,combined with his accent, he was barely understandable. Thankfully Meena wasable to pick out what he was saying through both obstacles.

 “I’m here to take care of you silly.” She giggled at hisbewildered look and took the issue boxes out of the bag, placing them atstrategic places all around the room. Johnny watched her ina relative silence that was occasionally broken by his patheticsniffles. Meena then took out the soup and put it on the coffee table in frontof Johnny. She put the first movie of the ones that she brought into the DVDplayer and went back to where Johnny was curled up on the couch watchingher. Finally she took off her rain jacket and climbed into the blanketnest he had created, her fluffiest blanket in tow.

“Ya kna ya daan’t ‘ave ter do this.” He mumbled even as he cuddled intoMeena, allowing her to position him so that he was lying with his head in herlap and hi body under her fluffy, pleasantly warm blanket.

“Shhh.” She hushed his protests and began lovingly stroking his hair inthe most soothing way. He immediately melted into her touch and cuddled up toher as close as he could, absorbing her warmth.

On the screen the opening scene of ‪The Wedding Date began playing and their eyes quickly became glued to the screen.Romance movies were something that Johnny would only watch with Meena when hewas sick. It was his way of giving her a reason to watch them with him whilealso giving himself an excuse to fall asleep mid-movie. There was always arunning commentary between them and this instance was no different.

“This whole weddin’ is a shit sha.” He scoffed as the drama began tounfold onscreen. Meena gasped in shock and just shook her head as she watchedthe surprising scene that was happening onscreen.

“What a twist.” She murmured and she could almost feel Johnny rollinghis eyes from his position in her lap but he remained silent. When the moviewas over Johnny sat up slowly and eyed the tub of soup that she had broughthim. It had been innocently sitting on the coffee table waiting to be noticed.

“Wot’s that?” he sniffled and Meena wordlessly got up and went to thekitchen to grab bowls and spoons. She served out the soup into the bowls andthen sat down, waiting for Johnny to try his with a nervous smile on her face.Her grandma had liked it but that didn’t mean that Johnny would like it to.

Contrary to her fears, Johnny’s face lit up as soon as he swallowed hisfirst spoonful. He devoured two bowls of soup before he was satisfied and begancurling back up on the couch. Meena got up, a proud grin on her face, andwashed their dishes quickly. When she returned to the couch Johnny hadcompletely stolen her fluffy blanket and was looking up at her with his bestinnocent look. Meena rolled her eyes and settled back on the couch, deciding togive him her best pouting look so she could reclaim at least some of herblanket. Johnny immediately caved and shifted the blanket so that they were bothcomfortably cuddled underneath it.

“That was amazin’ Meena.” He murmured, his voice scratchy and heavilystuffed. Even as sick as he was he would never miss an opportunity tocompliment Meena. She blushed and kissed his cheek ever so gently. His eyesclosed and he smiled in appreciation then cuddled up to her, trying to getcomfortable.

“Thanks Johnny.” She said softly as she adjusted the blanket to 

Once they had settled in and Johnny was once more in a position whereMeena could stroke his hair Meena started their next movie, The Proposal.Johnny seemed more awake throughout this movie since it was more of a comedyand catered towards men as well as women. Despite his own interest in the moviehe was starting to doe when the movie ended. Meena was using some of thetissues that she brought over to dab her eyes. The end of the movie had finallygotten to her and a few tears had broken through.

When she got up to change the movie Johnny just plopped his head down onthe couch and watched her while coughs wracked his body. Meena froze andwatched him with concern. When he calmed down she went to the bathroom andgrabbed a bottle of Nyquil to give him. She had to wrestle with him for aminute before she finally got the bitter liquid down his throat. He gagged andlooked at her with pure betrayal in his brown eyes but Meena just kissed hiswarm forehead in response and went to finish changing out the DVD. 

When she came back she settled into a new position where she wasreclining and his head was laying in her lap. As the opening credits of 27Dresses rolled across the screen he turned his head to look up at her, noteven pretending to watch the movie.

“I’m prolly gonna fall asleep na.” He whispered and mustered up whatlittle energy he had to give her a wink. Meena giggled and stroked his facelovingly, an affectionate smile gracing her face. The medicine was taking itseffect, making him sleepy and a little bit loopy.

“I think that’s a good idea.” She whispered back as if they were tellingeach other secrets in the empty apartment.

“Yer beautiful.” He whispered again, his lopsided smirk looking a littlebit out of place with his red eyes and runny nose. Even though he definitelylooked sick, Meena couldn’t resist his charms and her face immediately turnedbright red.

“I think it’s time fro you to go to sleep.” She breathed out and giggledwhen he let out a huge yawn in response, “I think that decides it. Go to sleepsweetie.” She massaged his aching head with her strong hands and he closed hiseyes in happiness. Just when she thought he had gone to sleep his eyes shotback open and he stared gratefully up at her.

“Thanks for takin’ care of me love. You’re the bloody best girlfriend inthe whole world.” Meena giggled when he threw up his hands to emphasize hispoint, waving them around wildly. She grabbed them in her own hands and broughtthem up so that she could kiss each finger before setting them back down in acomfortable position for him to sleep in.

“You’re welcome Johnny. Now sleep. For me?” Johnny nodded solemnly as ifshe had given him a secret mission and settled down, closing his eyes ever soslowly.

“For ya.” He whispered as he dozed off and fell into a healing sleep.Meena watched most of the movie but without Johnny to occupy her the call ofsleep rung in her head. Just as the movie was coming to a climax she zonkedout, her hand in Johnny’s hair and head lolling to the side.

When Ash came home hours later, the TV was replaying 27Dresses for the third time and her two friends were sleepingpeacefully on the couch. She stole a bowl of soup for herself and headed to herroom to quarantine herself. It was a good thing Johnny had Meena to take careof him because if it had been up to Ash he would be locked in his room andquarantined until he was healthy again.

“Men are such babies.” she growled to herself and strummed her guitar,“It’s just a little cold.”

[perfectionyokai]

Seeing people panic over this holiday only makes Goodsir more determined to go crazy, go stupid for April Fools

[perfectionyokai]

“ As ridiculous as Jerry sir can be, I’m sure with help he could actually be someone of worth~ Now will I do that? Heavens no, I’d rather not die to such a beast “

[perfectionyokai]

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