#incoming yap alert !

[meowrimo]

gooooooooood MORNING !! happy wednesday friendz ! we made it to hump day yipeeee !! have the bestest day, i’m cheering on all of youuu ! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

[suugarbabe]

firefighter!mattheo x barista!theo ; paramedic!enzo x you

summary: mattheo asks for a coffee break to see his favorite guy, enzo doesn't expect to also find something he likes

an: a touch of mattheodore in this universe as well; a product of a yap with @musingsofahufflepuff

Matty put on what he hoped was his best puppy dog eyes, “I swear we’ll be so fast, Enzo. We’ll stop in, grab a cuppa and I’ll see Teddy then we’ll leave. Bing, bang, boom, in and out in a jiffy.”

Enzo ran his hands over his face with a groan, “You know I hate going to coffee shops in our uniforms…everyone stares at us and at least three people will say they think they’re having an allergic reaction.” 

A small smirk graces Matty’s features, “That’s just because everyone thinks you look so pretty you take their breath away.” Mattheo goes to pinch Enzo’s cheek playfully only for the latter to swat it away. 

“You’re insufferable, you know that,” Enzo grumbles and he parks the aid car in the back of the coffee shop's parking lot. Mattheo simply waved his friend off as he all but falls out of the aid car to get into the cafe. 

The chime above the cafe’s door alerted you to incoming customers. “Welcome! Just one second and I’ll be with you,” you poured the latte you were working on into a cup and called out the owners name, giving a big smile and nod when they thanked you. 

Walking back to the register counter you’re met with a gleaming smile and fluffy curls. You gave him a once over, noticing he was dressed in only half his turn out gear. You met his eyes again with a smirk, “You know, Mattheo, without the whole outfit you only seem half as impressive.” 

Mattheo wiggled his eyebrows, “So you think I’m impressive, huh?” 

The scoff and eye roll combo couldn’t take over your features quick enough, “Actually, I retract that statement. You’re actually insufferable.” 

“Why is everyone saying that today?” Mattheo’s brows furrowed for a moment before his eyes scanned the cafe. He turned his attention half to you again as he asked, “So, darling. Where’s my Teddy?” 

You crossed your arms and sat into your hip, “Theo is on his 30. He’s in the back.” 

Mattheo peered around you, trying to look through the two slim windows on the door that led to the back area, “Well can you get him for me?” His eyes met yours in a big, round state. He jutted his bottom lip out slightly for emphasis. 

You let out a groan, turning around to face the doors to the back and filling your lungs with air before, “THEO! YOUR FIRE BOY IS HERE!”

Mattheo cleared his throat, “Erm, man. It's fire man.” 

You waved your hand over your shoulder, effectively dismissing him. A grumbling Theo bursts through the door, spewing what you have come to learn as Italian curse words. 

“Interrompendo la mia pausa, stai scherzando? Oh, hello Tesoro, mi amore,” Theo’s frustrated tone and scowl instantly flipping to silky sweet and smiley. 

You turned back toward the register and noticed Mattheo wasn’t alone. His friend was taller, and presumably his coworker as they wore the same navy shirt donning the firehouse symbol. However, instead of turnout pants he just wore a pair of matching navy trousers that fit him very well if you did say so yourself. 

He seemed a little nervous standing at the counter as Mattheo and Theo schmoozed over one another. You decided to try and help him out, maybe offer a distraction, “Can I get you anything, sir?” 

Mattheo’s friend looked at you a little confused, “Oh, erm, no. Well..sorry, I just meant, erm, I’m with Matt. Erm, I’m Enzo.” He held out his hand for you to shake. 

You looked at his outstretched hand before meeting his eyes again. You could tell he felt a little out of place, so you shook his hand and told him your name. 

“The matching shirts were kind of a give away that you were also a firefighter, but I appreciate the clarification,” you teased. 

Pink dusted Enzo’s cheeks as he stumbled slightly over his words, “Actually, hah, I’m a paramedic. We, erm, were just slow at the firehouse and Matt asked if I wanted to grab a pick me up and we ended up here.” 

You laughed lightly, “Yeah, sounds like Mattheo.” Enzo laughed as well, the corners of his crinkling and for some reason that made your stomach feel fluttery. 

“Can I get you anything while you’re waiting? It’ll be on the house,” you gave a timid smile, not understanding why you were feeling so nervous all of a sudden. 

Actually, you did know why you were nervous. Because this was the first time Mattheo brought a coworker to come bug Theo at work and your worst fear came true. He was insanely attractive. 

Even reading over the menu behind you he was attractive; eyebrows furrowing together, lips moving slightly as he read each item, scratching the back of his neck as he tried to make a decision. 

“Em, maybe I’ll just get an…iced coffee?” The phrase felt foreign coming out of Enzo’s mouth, but he hoped he didn’t appear as awkward as he felt. You donned a charming smile as you leaned over the counter a bit, and if Enzo wasn’t overanalyzing this entire interaction he’d say you were being flirty. 

You held your hand to the side of your mouth, making it seem like you and Enzo were sharing a secret, “Our blend isn’t actually that great, how about an iced blonde latte with some salted caramel.” 

Enzo nodded, not wanting to make any comment and have it be obvious that he truly had no idea what you were talking about. In all honesty he was more of a tea person, but he wasn’t going to deny you anything right now. 

He just observed as you worked, not wanting to interrupt while you looked so focused. Enzo watched as you grabbed different things, messed with different machines. You gnawed on your bottom lip slightly while you concentrated and to Enzo it was quite cute. 

You caught him staring, peeking up and meeting his eyes which caused an immediate blush to cover his cheeks and over his nose. He cleared his throat, checking his watch before turning to where Mattheo was still talking with Theo. “Matt, let’s go, we don’t wanna miss a call!” He yelled only to get Mattheo’s attention more than actually feeling rushed. 

In actuality he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his shift here in the coffee shop, talking with you. Mattheo sidled up next to Enzo, “Teddy’s making my usual and then we can go. Sorry it took a little longer than I said. Did you order anything?”

Enzo started stuttering out the order you were making him, “Erm, yeah a salty blonde…ehm, I mean an iced something..”

You saved him then, reading his order back to him as you handed him his cup, “Iced blonde latte with salted caramel. You guys seem a little busy so I added an extra shot for you.” You punctuated your sentence with a wink and Enzo mumbled a shy and slightly flustered thank you. 

Mattheo eyed him suspiciously as he took his own drink from his boyfriend, giving Theo a quick kiss goodbye before following Enzo toward the exit. You watched until they both walked through the door, maybe even looking a little too long. 

“He’s cute huh,” Theo’s question makes your cheeks redden, but there was no denying. You sighed, turning around to lean back on the counter and face your coworker. You crossed your arms over your chest, “Do you also think it’s hot when Mattheo yells?” 

Theo nodded, “Mmm, yeah. Especially in his uniform.” 

Matty and Enzo made their way over to the aid car, hopping back into their usual seats. Enzo set his drink in the cupholder before getting behind the wheel. 

“I think I like coffee now,” Enzo announced, starting the engine and pulling his seatbelt across his chest. Mattheo’s head tilted curiously, “You haven’t even tried it yet?”

Enzo shrugged, checking the mirrors and avoiding eye contact. His behavior made a lightbulb go off in Matty’s head, “Ohhh, you thought Teddy’s coworker was cute, didn’t you?” 

Enzo tried to pretend like he was looking out his window for the road to clear, but he could feel his blush running up the back of his neck and completely giving him away. Mattheo only started laughing, “Well this works out very well for me.” 

“How’s that?” Enzo’s attention now peaked by Mattheo’s words. 

Mattheo was grinning from ear to ear, “Because Teddy is the boss. He makes the schedule. I’ll just have him schedule his cute coworker the same days and times he’s working. That way, you’ll never complain about us stopping by again.” 

Enzo rolled his eyes, but he wasn’t exactly opposed to that idea. However, Mattheo didn’t have to know that, “I meant what I said earlier, Matt.”

Mattheo sat up straighter, “Oh, and what was that?” 

“You’re insufferable.” 

[whatwooshkai]

Salutations! ₊˚ ♡ ⋆ ૮(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )ა

I've been chewing on this for a while, but finally finished and while it might not be the best, I want you to have it!

Your enthusiasm and dedication to the ship inspired me and since that ship would be nonexistent without you, I want to give back. Idk if I got a good enough grasp on their characters yet, so l shall stay anonymous for now.

Enjoy!

- Cloudy ☁️

There was a restless breeze whistling around the corners of the ship, waves slightly higher and the deck even more of a tripping hazard than usual. Dreadwing shifted his wings for a better read of his surroundings, but nothing seemed amiss. The dark teal sea reached towards the sky, white crowns crashing against the hull. The air tasted like storm, a slight crackle of incoming lightning dancing across his sensors. He didn't trust it.

 

Heavy pedesteps could be heard below deck, approaching the stairs with a surety born from thousands of years of experience. He suspected High Tide knew already, why wouldn’t he, considering the resources available to him. The predacon didn’t like to admit it, but if the other knew something, it was how to handle his ship.

 

They’d been going steady and as much as it rankled Dreadwing, he felt good about it, comfortable. The boatformerwas blunt and rough around the edges, purposefully aggravating him more often than not. He felt High Tide’s care in other ways, though. He felt it when the other gave him an extra blanket during storms when the charge in the air made his wings feel like they were on fire. He felt it when he woke up to his energon already prepared just how he liked it. He felt it when he took to the skies and High Tide’s optics followed his every move.

 

A shiver went down his backstrut and he purposefully pulled his thoughts away from getting too lost in memories of what followed once he landed after a good, long flight. High Tide said he smelled like a storm every time and it made something akin to pride and possessive affection curl in his spark, followed by the urge to mark him with it. It was embarrassing to fall into instincts like that. The autobot not just never judged, but actually encouraged him to do so.

 

Dreadwing cast a last wary gaze across the horizon before turning to grab some of the items messily strewn across the deck and securing it in their proper place. It wouldn’t do to lose them to the ocean because a strong gust of wind happened to carry them overboard. High Tide would complain at lengths; something the predacon wasn’t in the mood for.

 

A quiet yap behind him alerted him to Servo’s presence and he watched as the minicon started helping out as well, carrying things underdeck. They’d come to an understanding, the dog and him, after multiple close calls of Dreadwing being horribly startled by him just appearing out of nowhere and narrowly missing him when attacking the supposed threat. The minicon took to announcing his presence from a safe distance, much to High Tide’s amusement. The predacon growled at him from time to time for it, but it never had the intended effect, so he only really did it when in a bad mood.

 

The boatformer’s steps below deck became louder until he finally appeared at the entrance, watching as Dreadwing fastened a hatch. “Well look at that, we’re going to make a proper sailor out of you yet.”

 

Huffing and shaking his head, the predacon turned to regard his partner with a critical eye. “Somebody has to do the work you neglect to take care of.” He righted from his crouched position, wings flared in mock challenge. High Tide’s optics did an appreciative sweep across his frame and he allowed himself to stand just a bit taller, tilt his wings to catch the light just right. It never failed to boost his ego when the other made his attraction obvious.

 

It had bothered him a lot early into their acquaintance, when it wasn’t welcome and he merely felt like a spectacle, something to be gawked at. It had caught him off guard when one day the submersible had done it and instead of outrage, he’d felt bashful. The following hours of self-reflection had been torturous.

 

High Tide stepped up to him and placed one of his servos on Dreawing’s hip plating, the predacon bowing down slightly to bump their foreheads together. Thunder rolled across the waves and they watched as the storm started in earnest, prepared to weather it together like they had done so many by now.

OH MY GOD THIS IS SOOOOOO AWESOME!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!

I'm obsessed with the "We're going to make a sailor out of you yet" yes. 100%. get that man a pirate hat

you captured their dynamic so well this actually made my day thank you so much

[plusdanshii]

pc infodump post !! (mostly outdated)

i only have one main save that i use and this is my pc! her name is care. shes a normal human.

technically shes two timing everyone but for the sake of time i’ll just say that she loves eden and sydney the most out of any other love interest. despite that she’s not promiscuous or anything, she just loves them both very dearly. yes she corrupted sydney but that was because she was bored more than anything else. she also gave birth to both of their kids.

despite everything her favorite person of interest is bailey. the lore with him goes deeep. (yapping at crazy lengths here)

as a baby she was dumped in the gardens of the orphanage. the other orphans alerted him about it and stomping over there he honestly thought the little shits were just pranking him but when he saw her laying there he sneered, because what the fuck?? do they understand what who he is ??? do they understand what kinda place this is ?? did your parents or whoever had you even care enough to try and put you in a better place ?? obviously not.

he was so pissed off, picking her up off the ground wrapped in dirty towels and a dirty diaper. despite her abysmal conditions she surprisingly wasn’t crying, and when he picked her up she looked at him and smiled, just happy to be receiving any kind of attention at all. he hates kids (like genuinely) but even someone as heartless as bailey felt bad for her.

holding her in his arms he was still pissed off, not seething like a couple minutes ago but still very much pissed. for different reasons. she were clearly neglected for a while before being dumped here like trash. whoever had her were not taking care of her, they were just barely keeping her alive.

the other orphans are nosily peeking out from inside. “is he really going to keep it?” “maybe he’ll just kill it to save himself the effort” they joke and whisper among themselves but they half believe he will. bailey comes inside with the baby in arms and the expression he’s wearing is more than enough to send chills through their spines, they all avoid his gaze and scatter out of his way.

that was how he and her met, he gave her the name care and ‘raised’ her until the start of the game. now bailey doesn’t really care about her all that much as he does with all the orphans but care is unhealthily obsessed with him and loves him more than anyone else.

bailey isn’t as bad with his younger wards as he is with the older ones. he doesn’t like them, he’s still not nice to them. but he’s considerably more gentle and mild with them. as you can guess the younger orphans have a more favorable opinion about bailey then the older ones do. though with care it was a bit of a special case.

the reason why she knows how bailey took her in despite being a baby was because an older orphan told her the story when she was small. in her delayed little mind this translated into that, even though bailey is so mean to her and everyone else, he has to care about her. atleast a little. because if he didn’t then why did he take her in? he could’ve abandoned her like the people who were taking care of her before, but no. he took me in. he saved me. he does care about me. he has too.

this is about her love for bailey so i dont need to explain in detail but as a result of the neglect care experienced as an infant shes slow, so now that shes an adult it still hasn’t fully sunk in for her that bailey doesn’t care much about her and she’s just another source of income for him.

she knows on a surface level that what bailey is doing is very wrong and that this is textbook abuse but honestly, she loves bailey too much to care or even be hurt by it. hell, she loves bailey much more than she fears him. she could never love anyone more than him, and no matter what punishment he could give would change that.

[thefifthcharacter]

Goobers! Goobers alert!

Silly lil clay creatures<333 Took so long XD

Yap incoming!!⚠️ When making clay, i prefer to close my eyes most of the time. I like to pretend i am really feeling the thing I am making, like I'm actually feeling the head of a horse. Art that is made without using sight to me is not having to struggle with the need for perfectionism, instead to let you feel and understand what you are making, it doesn't have to be pretty, because you can't see it. But if you can feel it, sometimes i find that's alot more real then just looking at what your making. I love to touch everything when i go on walks, if you find walks boring, then the feeling of touching and feeling things as you go may help, the feeling of the wet stone walls after rain, the water droplets on leaves. It almost triggers a different part of the brain, making you feel more in the moment. I spend a long time on social media, consuming media through my eyes and ears that i think for anyone, sometimes just taking a step back to really feel what's around you can be refreshing for your mind :]

[alwahyeonie]

put that cat in the bag ⋆.˚

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jaemin’s friend group

only fans

jaemin- biology major

dad of 3 cats, luna lucy and luke. enjoy taking photos of the scenery and moments to capture and look back on, he became besties with jeno when they had to say together and became close over time, he also works at a pet shop for extra income to provide for his cats while studying

jeno- music major

actually allergic to jaemin’s cats but still help him to babysit them when jaemin has to work, he knows jaemin the best and would always hang out together, he also knows how to play the guitar, piano and violin so he decided to major in music to become a artist in the future 

mark- music major

like jeno mark also knows how to play the guitar and would try to compose songs together with donghyck, although the friend group has many people chasing after them because they look great they all decided to not date yet

donghyck- music major

major party frat boy alert. he loves to go party with his friend group and is pretty well know i’m campus, he actually likes to write songs and have quite a talent for singing too, donghyck is closest to mark as they have been friends since childhood and always been by each others side



winter- media major

love her some hot girls. might be gay but we may never know, she got ruin over by a guy once and sweared to never date a guy ever again, shes pretty chill and is quite close to all of them, most people are jealous of hee as she’s always with the group but she could give less of a fuck

jisung- performing arts major

emo boy that got pulled in the friend group cause jaemin thought he was lonely, pretty well liked by almost everyone on campus that know him, he’s quite hidden as he is somewhat awkward but once you know him he’s not that bad

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notes:

tbh idk what to write for the intro so i yapped a little but whatever👏🏽 but anywasy i think i’m gonna post the first chapter either tonight or tomorrow so yeahh BYEYEY

also i did not read what i wrote so there might be some mistakes pls allow your brain’s auto correct to correct it💗

(27.12.24)

yn’s friend group | masterlist | next

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[letsgobarbs]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE oblivious!reader fics, I love my chubby!reader fics where it just doesn't compute in their mind that the love interest likes them back. I thrive on those and ik a lot of people are like that doesn't make a lot of sense and i have friends who are like there's no way anybody could be that oblivious but like no no guys— that's me <3

Because let me pour out some personal lore this valentine's weekend:

There was a guy in college, met him at one of those lame undergrad mixers where you get free pizza, he was a friend of a friend and we all made a snapchat group that would quickly die out when we all found our people and our nook. And this guy, for a solid year, was literally everywhere. He'd go everywhere I was, all the seminars and the parties and the events and the mixers. And I was like meh undergrad thing ya know?

He'd walk 20mins from his class, to the shittier dining hall closer to where I was for lunch whenever our class schedules overlapped. And that could mean nothing you know, like maybe he was just lonely we're all new and he didn't want to eat alone.

My college gave each incoming student a window box fan. Which did absolutely nothing because I was in one of those much older dorms where it always sweltering. Even if it's snowing out, you're sweating inside. And I was like it's bonkers hot just yapping and complaining in the aforementioned gc. That evening he comes over to my dorm with a box fan saying it was an extra and that I could have it. And that was really nice of him ya know? He set it up for me too. So we go get ice cream as my treat <3 I later find out he had to buy a new fan. And I think, the other one he had must've broke? THERE WAS NO OTHER ONE

Then this other time I uploaded my story during a fire evac we had at 3 fucking am. And he calls me asking if I was okay, and I was like yeah I'm chilling just wished I'd stopped to grab my coat (It was snowing and I was out in my pjs and slippers). Lo and behold he arrives on a bicycle with a winter jacket and fucking fuzzy socks and keeps me company for over an hour that the fire department took to deal with the exploded washing machine in the basement. And I was like that's so kind of him, maybe he was just out and about with the boys and extended down here to say hello and check in. It's so sweet.

And then this other time. We all decide to go bowling. And we got the bowling tickets cut out from those local infomercial magazines that have a bunch of pizza coupons and college sports news. But everyone backed out because the bowling alley was too far away. And I just really wanted to go and explore and have fun because I was in a foreign country and wanted my main character moment. So he agrees to go with me. Which is so nice of him. And I was so grateful he did because it was too far and not safe at all bowling alley in the middle of nowhere midwest. I could scream and nobody would hear me from that place. All we could see is a spec of Mcdonalds in the distance. And it was just the two of us navigating the nonexistent American public transport system. We took the correct number bus, in the wrong fucking direction for 45 mins (I mean he was American how could he fuck this up). And instead of just going home by then. He says, no, you want bowling, we'll go bowling and we take the correct bus now and in the right direction for almost another two hour. And we bowled and had shitty hotdogs but good nachos.

Talking about Mcdonalds we had a shooting near campus and they sent out alerts to run because the shooter was still at large in the area or whatever. And we held hands and ran together, giggling because we were both a bit high as fuck until we got to his place. And then he also walked me home once everything had calmed down. But that was like real guns and shooting ya know just nerves and anxiety.

Then this other time, in excellent weather, the fucking conservative church people were out and about. They called my friend a slut for wearing shorts and they called me a terrorist because I was wearing my hijab. And it was just fucking surreal ya know. And he walked me to my classes and back that day. Which was just really kind and thoughtful of him really.

My physics professor was a sadistic bitch who used to keep 7pm exams like in the night and we were allowed to work on them for as long as we wanted. So people were in the exam hall till 2 at night sometime. It was horrible and mentally gruelling. And through the 2 midterms and 1 final for that class he would wait for me outside with a coffee. No matter how late it was (I was never in there past 9.30pm tho). And I thought meh, he has those shitty evening med school classes so it must be a coincidence but still so nice of him!!

I got a free plant from an event. But it died so he took it home and brought it back to life. And he gave it back to me. IT STILL FUCKING DIED. But I was like oh he just really likes plants. I'm so sorry I'm the plant killer.

My dorm was right across the movie theatre so I loved going to watch late night movies— most of the times alone because it was my main character moment. And because the student discount made them so cheap and sometimes it was free too if I called ahead. And he would accompany me to those late night movies, not even knowing what I had chosen to watch, whenever he would find out I'm going. But he was just free and wanted to do something cool right?

And fuck this one time we were in a waffle house at like 4.30 in the morning— a bit delirious from not having slept all night. And hooking up came up in conversation with the others and I mentioned how I'd never even kissed before. And he freaking offered. Leaned in and everything on the walk back home. And i thought it was funny. I thought it was freaking hilarious. Like laugh out loud wouldn't that be so funny. Because, well, I thought he was joking, okay?

Then this one time, we went frisbeeing. And I'm shit at it okay. It was a whole course set up and you throw your frisbee into the little bowl and pass the course with your friends. But at the harder levels, you had to throw across forest trees, and some random bog of water body with a scary ricketty bridge in it. And I wasn't going anywhere near it. So he retrieved my failed frisbees everytime. But it's just taking one for the team you know? Like yes I know I threw it but somebody needs to get it back.

I'M STUPID, STUPID, YOU HEAR?? Like it's not even an insecurity thing, I'm quite pretty and I love my body. But like I just don't fucking clock shit and if someone is into me I need to be told to my face. And even if I am told to my face, a smidge bit of me might not believe it because... wtf that's crazy lmfao.

This guy stayed back on his fucking spring and fall breaks on campus to go to the weird cafe (with coffee named after famour authors) that turns into a bar at night that always smells of weed and has old books and boardgames for customers instead of going home to his family.

And beacuse this is irl, he just dropped off the face of the earth. I never saw him again. I guess he just idk thought I wasn't interested. And idek if I was. But please give me all my oblivious!reader fics with my Pedro characters— I need them.

[shorkbrian]

Prelude - Idek man I’m a sucker for a lil bondage. Reminder!!! Coercive sex, or any sex where there isn’t any consent, is no-no!!!!! that is rape you guys! this type of behavior where a respected authority figure takes is absolutely not cool under any circumstances. I can’t believe that this is something that I have to make clear, but I don’t condone any of these actions, nor do I support this behavior, or any behavior that’s similar.

Pairing - Aizawa X Reader

Warnings - NSFW (no penetration), noncon, dub con, fingering, abuse of power, 

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/4TQcARE7Fd58akNhr3N7AE?si=ffl2jJviRAyVzK3QtU85Jg

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You’re a hero he’s being forced to work with, even though technically he isn’t supposed to have an agency, and technically, he’s supposed to work alone.

Apparently your superiors decided to ignore those two facts, practically dumping you on top of him the second school lets out.

You’re adorable, all fresh faced and young, full of hope and energy and everything that he’s not. Aizawa tries to get out of it, arguing with your superiors while you just stand there watching, but ultimately, he leaves with you trailing behind him.

Tonight, it would seem he’d be working with you.

The whole way downtown you talk his ear off, chattering just like Hizashi does when he’s extra nervous - except, you don’t seem to be nervous.

No, you’re excited, bragging about your accomplishments, your skills. How many villains you’ve turned in, how many civilians you’ve saved. Aizawa quickly gets irritated by your incessant yapping, how you sit there and boast about how good of a hero you are.

From what he can tell, you haven’t been a hero long.

There aren’t any noticeable scars on your form, and if there were, your flashy, skin-tight outfit would’ve exposed them, just like it’s exposing you. It’s impractical, illogical, leaving your skin open to cuts and burns and any other sort of attack.

Plus, it’s distracting. He figures it’s designed to get better ratings from male viewers, to get the videos of you rescuing civilians or taking down low-ranking villains more views. 

You don’t watch your surroundings as intently as Aizawa does - a woman sniffles in an alleyway as the two of you pass by, and Aizawa’s immediately on high alert at the sound, looking for potential traps or incoming enemies. You didn’t even register the sound. 

Thankfully, you’re not as loud as Hizashi, and when Aizawa holds his hand up to signal you to shut up, you do, immediately clamping you mouth shut with an audible click. At least you can follow orders.

You have no idea of stealth, footsteps falling heavy as you walk, swinging your arms jauntily and seemingly uncaring of who sees you. It makes Aizawa’s blood boil. You sit there, patting yourself on the back about what a good hero you are, yet you’re barely better than a bad sidekick. A sidekick Aizawa wouldn’t-doesn’t  want tagging along.

After the third time of you bumping into him after he’s stopped to listen to the sounds of the city, high on the rooftops, Aizawa wants to give you a pinch, scold you for not being ready for hero work, tell you the truth about your “skills” and how good of a hero you really are.

But he’s a patient man, and he knows how to calm his irritation by taking deep breaths. Lord knows his students test his resolve to resort to corporal punishment, so he should reign himself in from considering using it with you. Still, you’re an annoying, young little thing - excited and prideful, trying to show off to the older hero.

Aizawa can deal with it though, as long as he ignores your blunders.

The way you talk too much, how you don’t pay attention, the way you constantly bump into him because you haven’t realized he’s stopped in his tracks. You’re foolish.

It’s not until you almost push him off the edge of a building with your mindless blundering does Aizawa lose his patience.

The man rounds on you, blood pumping quick and fast in his heart from the adrenaline of teetering over the edge, feeling himself about to fall. He probably could’ve caught himself with his capture weapon, but what if he hadn’t? Your stupid mistake could’ve cost him his life, his career.

It takes him less than a second to have your wrists tangled up in his capture weapon, dragging you towards him so he can tower over you, fisting a hand in your hair.

“You’re a shitty hero.” Is all he says, pushing you to the side. Aizawa knows that will sting more than anything else he could say - it’s obvious that you look up to the older man. He wouldn’t put it past you to be the one who begged your agency to dump you on him for the night, so you could talk to him, learn some trade secrets, gush to your little hero friends how you were “trained” by Eraserhead himself.

He’s expecting you to be indignant, to try and argue your case. What he’s not expecting, is for you to attack him as soon as he retracts his capture weapon back onto his neck.

It’s almost laughable, how bad you are at fighting. He can hear you run at him, anticipates the first swing you take at his back, easily tucks forward and out of your reach. When he turns, you're standing there, chest heaving (Your suit really doesn’t leave anything to the imagination, does it? He wonders if it’s something your agency chose, or if it’s a personal preference) as you stare at him with a fire in your eyes.

“You have no right to say that to me.” You grind out, before running at him again.

Now that Aizawa can see you, it’s even easier to dodge your attack, ducking and blocking each punch or kick with ease. “I wouldn’t even want you for a sidekick. You’re sloppy-”

He jabs his fist into your side, and you let out a pained gasp.

“Poorly trained-”

A quick backhand across your face sends you reeling, and Aizawa sighs. He didn’t even put that much force behind it.

“Dangerously prideful-”

His capture weapon whips around your legs, tangling them and pulling them right out from under you. Aizawa moves to yours side, crouching by your head so he can see your eyes.

“And unfit to be a hero.”

You’re winded, but despite that, you thrash, infuriated by the words. You try to strike out at Aizawa, but you find yourself quickly wrapped up in his capture weapon, immobilized. 

“Instead of doing important work, trying to keep this city safe, I have to deal with an arrogant brat.”

Aizawa stands up, using his capture weapon to drag you to your feet as well. He takes less than a moment to stride to the edge of the building, pulling you along with him, making you stumble.

With a flick of his wrist, you’re leaning out over the edge, the only thing stopping you from falling being Aizawa’s capture weapon wrapped around your wrists, lacing over your chest, holding you back.

He hears you squeak in fear, watches you go completely still as he holds you there, lets you feel the fear of being dangled above the edge, flirting with the height.

“You saw how easy it was for me to subdue you, how easily you yielded. How do you even beat villains?” Aizawa clicked his tongue. “I’m worried about the future of this city if you’re what we have to offer in terms of a hero.”

You tensed up, obviously hurt by the words. Aizawa felt no remorse - he truly was disquieted when faced with the knowledge that people like you were the next generation of peace-keepers.

With a jerk jerk, you were yanked away from the edge, landing on your butt, air whooshing out of your lungs in a gasp. Aizawa crouched down behind you, leaning close, letting you feel the heat of his body.

“Do you know what would happen if a villain had you tied up like this?”

You quickly shook your head, silent. Aizawa almost wanted to laugh, how were you this naive? 

He let his hands rest on your shoulders, let them slowly slide down to your exposed collarbones, further, down to the tops of your breasts.

“Stop... please...” You whispered, frozen.

Aizawa huffed. “A villain wouldn’t stop. You’d be powerless against one. I doubt the “villains” you’ve been taking down could even be classified as such.” 

He let his hands drop even further, until he could feel the weight of your breasts in his hands, thinly covered by your costume.

“Let me guess, they’ve all been petty criminals? Bicycle thieves... pickpockets... People who accidentally let the parking meter run out?” He chuckled.

Aizawa kneaded your tits, the warm flesh pliant, soft, delicious. Your nipples were hardening under his touch, pressing against your suit, peaking into solid shapes against your chest. He let his touch focus on them, rolling and pinching the little buds until you were whining beneath his hands, squirming in discomfort as he played with your tits.

“A real villain would have so much fun with you. You’d be so easy, so effortless to hold down. They could do whatever they wanted to you.” He purred into your ear.

You relaxed when Aizawa pulled his hands away, stood up to circle around to your front. You thought he was done, thought he would let you free from his capture weapon. You thought wrong. 

The man sat down in front of you, leaning back easily onto his ankles. You were quickly pulled into his lap, crying out at the way he jerked you closer to him, until your fronts were pressed together, until he was pinching and massaging your plump rear.

“What a shame, loosing an untrained hero to a villain. If you’re really unlucky, they won’t kill you once they’re finished with your body.” Aizawa watched you shiver. “No, they’ll keep you alive, and in the clutches of evil men? that’s much, much worse than death.”

Your suit exposed your legs, had a short, flashy skirt that barely covered your ass. Underneath, a flimsy leotard protected your modesty, easily pulled to the side.

A panicked whine tore from your lungs as you felt Aizawa’s thick finger ghost along your folds, rubbing the delicate flesh, acquainting himself with the feel of a tender young body. 

The hand on your ass was still groping, squeezing and pulling you impossibly closer, until you have to turn your face to the side, chin hooking over the man’s shoulder. Aizawa nuzzled your neck, breathing in the subtle scent that covered your body, some type of perfume, a scent he couldn’t place, but pleasant nonetheless. 

When he felt wetness slowly beginning to seep from your cunt, Aizawa grinned, rolling his eyes. You would be eaten up by a villain, completely destroyed. 

He slipped his pointer finger inside, circling his thumb against your clit as he did so, shushing your frightened noises at the unexpected intrusion.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if a villain targeted you. With a costume like this? Your obvious inexperience? The way you boast and brag about what a big girl you are, how proficient you are at taking down big, bad criminals?”

Another finger slipped inside, stretching you wide. You were so warm, so soft, squeezing his fingers like you were trying to suck him in. It was almost like your pussy was desperate for more, aching for something bigger. 

But Aizawa had standards, morals. He just wanted to scare you a bit, not ruin you completely. 

With two fingers inside of you, he stroked along your velvety walls, searching for the special little spot he knew would make you squeal. You were trembling, draped against his body like a rag doll, hips twitching ever so slightly when he did something you liked.

He tapped your clit again with his thumb, and you stifled a moan. Aizawa resisted the urge to smile; you were so easy.

As his fingers explored your cunt, probing and stretching and scissoring you open, he let his lips attach onto your neck. He could let himself indulge a little - after all, your agency had insisted you come along, even after he told them no.

With a shrill cry, you bucked into his hand, trying to press your hips down further. Aizawa hooked his fingers again, pressing down on the spot he had just rubbed with his fingers, and you yelped again, rocking down, fucking yourself against his thick digits.

He found it.

Starting slowly, the man began fingerfucking you, making sure to hit the spongy, sensitive spot that had you moaning and crying, shaking in his arms.

He found himself quickly loosing patience, especially with the way you wiggled and fidgeted in his lap, trying to chase the sensation his fingers provided.

With no warning (not that he’d given you one once throughout this experience), Aizawa went from his slow, gentle pace, to one that made his forearm flex, one that made your back arch and your toes curl in those impractical, stupid high heels.

You were quickly reduced to mush, able to do nothing but let Aizawa fuck you to tears with his fingers, driving you closer and closer to the edge. He could feel it, how you were almost there. You clenched down on his fingers, sweat shined across your skin, you were absolutely gushing with your creamy wetness, the liquid sliding down his hand and soaking into his pants.

Messy.

Another few quick, hard flicks of his wrist, and suddenly you were squirting, forcing his fingers out of your pussy, writhing from the stimulation. A stream of wet was forced out of you, spraying all over his pants, his hand, the concrete of the rooftop. 

Your legs shook with the force of it, eyes rolling back in your head. Aizawa knew  you were lost in pleasure, so far gone you couldn’t do much but moan and gurgle brokenly as you slowly came down from your orgasm.

He let you lean against him for a few moments longer, let you pant into his ear, felt your sweaty skin stick to his own. 

But he was tired, and he wanted to finish patrolling, and you were barely more than a nuisance, and he needed to find somewhere to jerk off.

He wasn’t a rapist, after all.

So with gentle hands, Aizawa untied you from his capture weapon, slowly sliding you off his lap and onto the ground. He gave you a few moments to collect yourself, rising to his feet to turn and give you privacy as you righted your costume, smoothed down your frazzled appearance, caught your breath.

He was so hard.

When you finally joined his side, you were meek, quiet, subdued. Aizawa barely glanced at you (If he did, he might do something he’d regret, not that he already hasn’t) before striding forward, moving with purpose towards the next roof top.

Hopefully, you’d learned your lesson, and wouldn’t run your mouth so much.

Hopefully, you’d train harder, try to strengthen your fighting style.

Hopefully, Aizawa found somewhere he could jerk off, before his primal urges coerced him into doing something more befitting of a villain.

If that happened, it wasn’t that big of a deal. It’s not like you would tell anyone.

[diyunho]

The Joker X Reader - “Ghost Driver”

When The Joker says you’re his, it means you’re essential to him because he needs your services for his own gain; it literally has zero affectionate connotations. Turbo is The King’s Ghost Driver and although she’s a legend, her life is far from perfect.

Part 2

“Where’s all your stuff?!” Frost asks since the apartment is pretty much empty.

“Gave it to Adam,” you sulk. “He wouldn’t sign the divorce papers so I gave in; I don’t even care… I’m glad he’s out of here.”

Jonny gazes at you in silence, a million words rushing through his mind and The Joker’s henchman can’t articulate anything close to what he would like to vociferate besides foolish small talk:

“How are you holding up?”

“Not sure… I don’t even know what the hell happened to us…It used to be so great and then he started making comments about my weight, gossiping with his friends behind my back, then cheated… I couldn’t handle it,” Y/N confesses although Frost is already acquainted with the dreadful story of her crumbled marriage.

“Not what the hell happened to us,” he decides to underline his personal opinion. “I think the question should be what the hell happened to him: you didn’t do anything wrong. And I believe you look perfect,” he mumbles the last sentence.

“What was that?” you search the fridge for his favorite soda.

“Nothing... nothing…”

“Here you go,” you offer the cold Fanta to a distraught companion.

“Thanks, Y/N. Here’s the money for tonight,” he gives you the envelope. “As usually, half now , half after the job is done.”

“OK,” you accept the terms without issues because it’s how The Clown Prince of Crime pays for your services. “Jonny, why is there an extra thousand dollars in here?!”

“Ummm…” the man tries to find a reasonable explanation yet Y/N can’t accept his strategy.

“Should I text Mister Joker and thank him for the bonus?”

“Nope,” he bites on his lip.

“I appreciate it,” you return the extra cash to Frost. ”I’m fine. Really.”

“Well…” he takes the bills and stashes them in his wallet, “… let me know if you need anything, alright?”

“I promise I will, “ you smile. “I swear on my Turbo honor,” the joke makes him smile also.

“Hey Y/N… I was thinking… maybe one of these days, if you feel like it, we could… and it’s entirely up to you, no pressure… maybe you would want to… ”

Frost’s phone keeps ringing and he retrieves from his suit’s pocket, annoyed about the interruption.

“It’s Audra,” he huffs while declining the call.

“Might be important,” you sort of urge him to answer.

“Meh, I doubt it. She will chew my ears off regarding our relationship that ended 3 months ago. I’m not interested,” he strolls towards the exit due to another pressing matter he has to attend. “I have to go, Mister Joker has a meeting soon; I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

“See you,” you wave and lock the door when your cell alerts of an incoming text from The Joker.

Downloading two pictures… Pictures?!

“Oh…my… God…!” you hold your breath when the first image depicts a totally naked King of Gotham reflected in the mirror at his gym and squeal when the second one shows a close up of his mid-section.

“Oh my God!” you burst out laughing as you admire the unexpected missive. “Heeeelllo Mister Joker,” you mutter and actual phrases pop up on your screen.

“I sent these to the wrong number, Y/N. Ignore and erase them!”

“Of course, sir!” you immediately reply with no intention of doing it for the moment.

Why?

The hilarious error shook you up from apathy and it’s worth saving those pics for a bit longer since you can’t remember the last time something got your attention after the messy divorce.

***************

11:49 PM

The Joker is the first one to get in the car next to you, firmly clutching to his suitcase full of diamonds freshly stolen from “Diamond Emporium” store on Glissan Avenue. You notice the other goons sneaking to the cars deliberately positioned around nearby streets for tonight’s robbery. How come J doesn’t go with them?

The dilemma is simple:

The green haired menace typically arrives with his regular crew when he plans heists but has Y/N pick him up after the job is done.

“Hi Mister Joker,” you greet your employer.

“Hey,” he acknowledges your presence. “Did you delete the pictures?” The Joker gets straight to the point.

“Yes,” you lie and tell the truth in the same time: you erased the whole body image but kept the close up one for future reference.

“Good. What did you think?” the hasty interrogation prompts a careful chosen response.

“You look very…,” and you pause in order to find the correct term since a tiny mistake could set him off. “… Healthy, Mister Joker.”

“I do,” he huffs quite pleased with your statement.

You wish to add more but Frost and the new hire squeeze in the back seat awaiting orders.

“You’re in luck kid,” Jonny places a box filled with precious gems at his feet. “Your first assignment and you get to meet Turbo.”

The young man opens his mouth in amazement as you move the fingers from your right hand in the air instead of a proper introduction.

“You’re Turbo?! I thought you’re a guy!” Nick blurs out and Frost punches him in the head, displeased with the observation.

“Sounds empty,” you growl while The Clown snorts.

“My Ghost Driver A GUY??!! Ha-ha-ha-ha!” the unnerving, screechy noises make the newbie shrivel up. “Turbo, A GUY!” he continues to amuse himself before giving Nick a psychotic glare.

“I’m…I’m so sorry, I meant no disrespect,” he nervously stutters especially since J called you “his”.

The poor bastard’s oblivious about what the label implies in The Clown’s universe: when The Joker says you’re his, it means you’re essential to him because he needs your services for his own gain; it literally has zero affectionate connotations.

“Where the fuck did you find this buffoon?” you chew on your gum, irritated.

“He’s Richard’s nephew,” Jonny sucks on his teeth.

“Uncle Panda is infinitely smarter,” Y/N barks at the revelation.

“I’m truly sorry,” Nick apologizes again and you cut him off.

“Save it!... … I hear sirens,” you slowly inhale and The King calmly articulates:

“I forgot to mention I accidentally triggered the silent alarm.”

Translation: he did it on purpose.

You snicker at the first lights blinking in the distance, excited to have some fun after stressing so much in the past weeks. The vehicles belonging to the gang scatter in different directions as you step on the gas pedal, accelerating towards the numerous police cars answering to the 10-64 code.

“That’s my girl!” J cracks his neck, already hyped at the adrenaline rush burning his veins: The Ghost Driver is perfect to offer him what he craves and she always delivers.

That’s why Turbo is his.

************

4:37 AM

“Hi…Mister…Mister Joker…” you attempt to talk without slurring.

“It’s Ella,” his girlfriend snarls.

“Why…where is he?” you guzzle down half of glass of wine, adamant in having a chat with your boss.

“Well, after you two had a merry time being chased by cops all over town, he came home and now he’s sorting out the diamonds,” the woman bitterly reports.

“I wanna talk to him,” you sniffle and drink some more alcohol.

“You just saw him. I’m sure it can wait until tomorrow.”

“I’m sure it can’t!” you shout. “I just received important information he’d be i…interested in,” you finally make it through the whole sentence.

Ella stomps in the living room, vexed at your behavior.

“It’s Turbo,” she shoves the phone in his fingers. “The bitch is wasted!”

“What did you call me?!” the appalled Y/N is about to burst when The Joker’s deep voice resonates I her ear.  

“Yeah?”

“Sir,” you correct your bitter tone. “I h-have very important news!”

“I’m listening,” J ignores his woman as she cusses you out.

“I have to tell you in person, sir. Let’s go on a date and I’ll reveal the entire shocking...”

“Huh?!”

“I have crucial information…”

“Quit repeating yourself!” The Joker interrupts. “You’re not making any sense. Go to sleep and we’ll catch up after you sober up.”

“But I wanna go on date Mister Joker,” you gulp the rest of the wine and prepare for a fourth round.

“Why, because I look healthy?” J mocks and Ella sighs, not understanding the odd conversation she’s witnessing. “… …. … Hello?”

A loud thud, then dialing tone at the other end of the line.

“I think she passed out,” The King of Gotham concludes, not particularly worried at the sudden halt of your monologue.

***************

3 Days Later

The late meeting is almost done: the buyers already purchased the diamonds J had for sale, among them your ex-husband Adam that has a small crowd gathered next to him; he’s supposedly famous for his crappy attitude enjoyed by jerks sharing the same ludicrous humor.

“You know I’m sensible when it comes to challenges and I couldn’t grasp why she doesn’t want my help in shedding a few pounds. What’s the harm in that?! I love curves but sometimes I don’t, ya’ know?” he winks and the group laughs.

The Joker is arranging money in duffle bags, his concentration diverted by the impromptu comedic performance. What the heck are they yapping about?

Frost is certainly in a foul mood: J can guess his trusted henchman is worked up since the usual chilled Jonny can’t control his anger.

“What’s wrong with being voluptuous, hm?” he addresses Adam and it clicks for The Joker: this is about Y/N.

“Nothing at all,” he smirks and the laughter around the room dies out because not too many dare screwing with Jonny Frost. “I was merely emphasizing that if a woman can’t lose weight, she’s doomed. Y/N lost me, how is she going to get another stud if she…”

“Perhaps she’s not interested in pieces of shit; definitely had her share!” Frost grumbles at the absurd remarks.

The Joker has no clue about what’s going on, yet he won’t deny today’s entertainment is far from boring.

“Give me a break!” Adam scoffs. “Who’d sniff her tail if she refuses to get skinnier? Ooohhh, wait a minute, we might have an admirer,” he arrogantly slides your cell out of his coat. “I was browsing her pictures and what do you know? A gentleman sent Y/N a picture of his junk three days ago. I am deeply sorry, my bad. She does have somebody sniffing her tail. What kind of loser sends images of his dangling goodies to another dude’s wife?!” 

“Ex-wife!” Jonny sneers whilst J’s calculation leads to an easy verdict: you kept one pic.

“Whose junk is this?! Is it yours?” your estranged spouse accuses Frost without any evidence.

“It’s my junk,” The Joker’s serene revelation makes everyone freeze: they have no idea how to react at the puzzling escalation of events.

Is he bluffing?!

“I wasn’t aware I require permission in order to text whatever I desire to whomever I want.”

Awkward silence and Frost approaches Adam, boiling with indignation.

“Why do you have Y/N’s phone?”

Your husband doesn’t have a chance to justify his action: Jonny’s punch throws him to the ground, immediately followed by his unsettling ultimatum.  

“You son of a bitch, what did you do to her?”

Your former husband gets on his elbow ready to attack when The King’s stern inquiry stops his motion:

“WHERE.IS.MY.TURBO?”

****************

After 1 hour

Frost lifts you higher in his arms while you keep wheezing, trying to regain control.

“I’m sorry…I attacked you,” the weakened Y/N whispers. “I thought you were Adam...”

After being abducted and left to starve for the last 3 days, you had one clear purpose: to kill the guy that did it. Adam surely crossed the line with his despicable plan of making you lose weight: he creeped in your apartment, kidnapped you and took you to his home where you were chained in the cellar until Jonny found you. The basement was dark and you couldn’t see, that’s why you used whatever strength you had left in order to attack the individual responsible for your misfortune.

Turned out it was actually a rescue party although Frost is now the proud owner of a beautiful bump courtesy of Y/N.

“No problem,” Jonny takes you to his SUV, carefully laying you down in the passenger’s seat. “How’s your head?” he wipes the dried blood on your cheeks since Adam knocked you out unconscious while you were talking to The Joker after the heist.

“I’m OK,” you start crying, mostly mad at yourself for being such an easy prey, yet you didn’t see it coming.

“You know… It’s OK not to be OK,” Frost opens a bottle of water and gives it to you. “I’ll take you home, you can take a shower and I’ll have the doctor come for an emergency evaluation. Are you hungry?”

“I’m so hungry,” tears stream down your face and Jonny has a great proposal.

“I’ll order some food and if you want me to I can stay with you. After you feel better, we could… and it’s entirely up to you, no pressure… maybe you would want to…”

The Joker rolls his eyes, deciding to emerge from the shadows.

“Wow, this is painful to watch. Frost believes he’s still in high school: basically he’s asking you on a date. There, done. No need to beat around the bush. Jesus!” J scolds about a subject he shouldn’t mess with. “I have a heist next week, you better be good to go by then!” he gestures at the confused duo. “If you’ll excuse me, I have my own date to honor. We’re done here, yes?”

“Yes sir,” Jonny replies for both, unwilling to split hairs with The Joker and his obnoxious aberrations. “Here’s your cell,” he returns the item to you and you snatch it, relieved. You seem to have an outburst of energy as you unlock the secured folder.

“Where’s Adam?”

“I don’t know, we had an altercation at the warehouse then he scrammed,” Frost reports, ogling a strange looking Y/N typing on her phone.

“He won’t be able to hide,” you grin and send the attachment to The Joker.

*************

“We’ll be late for dinner,” Ella kisses The Clown. “I’m not a 100% positive why we had to waste precious time and come for her,” she pouts and drags him after her towards their vehicle.

J’s phone chimes and he stops in his tracks, not expecting a message from you seconds after the encounter.

“Mister Joker, you were very generous to share pictures with me.

Allow me to do the same.

Your Turbo.”

Imagines downloading and he’s not sure what to do when pics appear one by one: frames taken by the private investigator you hired to follow Adam when you suspected he was cheating. The bastard was diligent, but he was eventually caught in the act three days ago.

Who’s the woman he’s with?

The Joker’s Queen.

“What’s wrong?” she frowns at the visible switch in his temper.

The Clown ruthlessly slams Ella against the hood while her cell also receives a text from Y/N:

“Who’s the bitch now?”

 Also read: MASTERLIST

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[sparklemichele]

Kissing On My Tattoos Part 8

KOMT Masterlist

Everything was a blur. People started to fill up your bedroom as Calvin called family and Mary the PR coordinator. They were trying to talk to you to make you feel better, but you only heard noise.  Mary called all major smut publications and internet news source and told them Tom Hardy will sue them if they chose to publish the pictures. Your phone was ringing off the hook as Charlotte had also leaked your number and people were calling for comments. By the end of the day it looked like everything would be alright and you guys were ahead of the situation when Calvin got a Google alert. He gasped when he looked at the alert. An online publication not caring about the warning, published the photos. You wanted to die. The pictures were now for everyone to see. Tom called you immediately.

“I’m sorry love. I will go after that site with everything I got. I’m also moving out. Charlotte knows she fucked up. Do you want to press charges?”

“No Tom she is pregnant. I don’t want her having your baby in jail.” You sighed with fatigue.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. What’s done is done. I’m just tired of the whole situation.”

Your next call was your boss who in the most tactful way told you that you were fired. You knew you would be if those pictures were leaked. You had no idea what you were going to do for income. You were glad you had a hefty savings to get you through until you could find another job. You would also if necessary, lean on Tom for financial help. As the day came to an end you crawled in bed holding your stomach. Calvin asked if you wanted to see the pictures and you told him no. Mary had already reached out and told them to take them down or Tom would sue. By the end of the day they were down but it did not matter. What was once on the internet stays on the internet. No telling how many people had saved the photos to their phone. You closed your eyes and cried yourself to sleep.

Months later

 “It’s really nice Tom.” You smiled into the Facetime screen as Tom showed you around his new flat, he rented. He and Charlotte was officially separated but that didn’t stop her from calling you and yelling obscenities. You had to change your number twice due to her. You had not really looked for a job as you were soon going to give birth and you wanted to stay home with your baby girl. You were pleasantly surprised that you did get a few offers. You guess some magazines like scandals. Maybe it would draw more readers. You told them you will began talks after you had your baby. You smiled as Woody jumped on Tom’s lap as soon as he sat on his new couch. He had come to the states twice since he left but you still missed him immensely.

“I’m going to get someone to come decorate the room for our little girl. Charlotte said she doesn’t want the baby over here without her supervision.”

“Well she has that right.” You told him. “Make sure you ask me first before you and the designer make any decisions on her room.”

“I will. When will you visit London?”

“I have to get approval from my doctor. I have an appointment in a couple of weeks.”

“Ok. I’ll call you later. I drunk a shit ton of water and need to hit the loo.”

You laughed as you ended the Facetime call.

_____________________________________________________________ 

Your doctor gave you permission to visit across the ocean, but they advise to only stay a week. You were dangerously close to your due date. You called Tom to tell him the happy news and when you would be arriving, but he had tears in his eyes when he answered the Facetime.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” You asked panicked.

“Woody died.” Tom sniffed and wiped tears from his face.

“Oh, sweetheart I am so sorry. I’m catching a flight out tomorrow to see you. Will you be okay till then?”

Tom nodded as fresh tears ran down his face. You knew how much Woody meant to Tom and you knew the loss of his beloved dog devastated him. You were glad you were going to see him tomorrow as he should not be alone. You comforted him the best you could, and he seemed better once you both hung up. You were glad you were heading to the UK tomorrow.

 _____________________________________________________________

You and Calvin bickered as you both carried an army of luggage through the airport. You were not surprised to see the paps following you. You ignored their invasive questions. You were glad for first class as you can stretch your aching feet. Your ankles were swollen, and you were so uncomfortable and always hot. You made yourself comfortable as best you could, ignored Calvin’s yapping and went to sleep for most of the flight.  

Tom himself met you at the airport. You saw the look of surprise when he saw Calvin with you. You might have forgot to mention that detail to him. You knew London’s press can be ruthless and you wanted your best friend with you. He greeted Calvin with a hug and pulled you in a tight embrace.

“You look so damn beautiful.”

“Thank you. How are you feeling?” You asked caressing his cheeks. You heard the shutters of the camera, but Calvin stood in their direct line of sight.

“I’m better since you are here.” Tom grabbed your luggage and escorted you to his car. Once safely inside and on his way to his apartment you asked where he buried Woody.

“I buried him in the backyard. I plan on staying at the apartment awhile.”

Finally, at his new apartment Tom was excited to show you the baby room. You had made all executive decisions on how the room would look.

“Calvin you can take the guest room.”

“Obvi.” Calvin snide rolling his eyes. Tom chose to ignore him and took you to the baby’s room. It was breath taking. You had the Disney Princess theme with the majority being Tiana from The Princess and the Frog.

“It’s beautiful Tom!” You gave him a hug and a kiss on the lips. Tom gave you a toothy grin.  Tom’s cell rung and he excused himself to answer it. You busied yourself in your daughter’s room looking at all the stuff he brought. Your child would not want for anything. You sat in the rocking chair he brought and rocked yourself.

“This is cute!” Calvin squealed when he walked in the room.

“It is isn’t it. I love it.”

Tom entered the room. “That was my mum. She wants us over for dinner.”

You tried your best to hide your lack of desire to have dinner with his parents. You knew you would have to meet them eventually, but you were hoping it would not be this trip. You must have not done a good job hiding your emotions because Tom said you didn’t have to go.

“I will go. I need to meet them eventually. I just know how much they love Charlotte.”

“It will be ok. They know how much I love you and will not do anything to upset me.”

“Ok.” You got up from the rocking chair.

“Show me the rest of the place.” You told Tom taking his hand. Tom was all smiles as he showed you and Calvin his new home.

 ____________________________________________________________

You were a nervous wreck on the way to his parent’s house. You wish you could take something for your anxiety. They seemed pleasant enough as they greeted you and Calvin and escorted you to their living room.

“Have a seat while I finish up in the kitchen.” Tom’s mother Elizabeth told you as she eyes your stomach. You found you and Calvin were not the only guest as Tom hugged a man that was already in the living room.

“Y/N, Calvin this is my friend Greg. Greg this is Y/N and Calvin.”

Greg shook Calvin’s hand and hesitantly shook yours. You could tell instantly he was not a fan of yours. You had a feeling this will be a long dinner. Greg held a conversation with Calvin and Tom and ignored you. You just sat back willing yourself not to get a headache. Maybe you should not have come. Tom’s father Chips came in the living room telling you all dinner was ready. You sighed as you knew you were leaving one torturous situation for another. You sat between Tom and Calvin. You needed the shield of the two men in your life you loved.

“So, you are having a girl I hear.” Chips directed at you.

“Yes, we are.” Tom answered for you. You all engaged in as pleasant but strain conversation.

You were starting to become very self-conscious the way Tom’s mother was looking at you. You wondered did she give Charlotte the same stare down when she got with Tom. Tom and Charlotte also got together due to infidelity so why the fuck was she giving you the side eye and not her son. You noticed Greg was side eyeing you too. Chips was the only one who seemed genuinely happy for you and Tom. You were seriously uncomfortable during dinner. You were ready to go and told Tom you were tired. Tom relayed to his parents that he needed to get you home.

“No dessert?” Elizabeth asked eyeing you suspiciously.

“No mum we need to go.” Tom told her as he got up from the table.

“Well let me pack you some. Maybe you can eat it later.” Elizabeth got up from the table and headed to the kitchen. You got up also and told Tom you will be waiting in the living room. You needed to breathe. You sat on the couch and let out a long sigh. You closed your eyes and rubbed your belly.

“I saw your nudes. Not classy at all.”

Your eyes opened to find Greg in the living room. You let out another sigh.

“What do you want?” You were done biting your tongue and trying to be nice.

“I don’t think you and Tom should be to together. It’s not right.”

You got up from the couch and walked up to Greg.

“Does Tom know how you feel? Did you tell him you were looking at nude pictures of the mother of his child?”

“The whole world has most likely seen those pics.” Greg defended.

“You didn’t answer my question. You are his friend. You should not have clicked on the pictures!” You noticed your voice was raising. “What’s going on here?” Tom asked walking into the living room holding a plastic food container. Calvin walked in too carrying a container as well.

“Nothing.” Greg quickly said as he backed up away from you.

“Y/N?” Tom looked at you. “Your voice was raised. Did he say something to you?” You can see Tom getting upset as he looked at Greg.

“No. Everything is fine Tom.” You lied. Tom looked back at Greg and Greg gave Tom a hug to reassure him.

Fuckin asshole!

Calvin eyes you with pursed lips. He knew something was up. Tom’s parents entered the living room to say goodbye.

“It was nice meeting you.” Elizabeth said giving you a strain hug. Why did she even bother you thought to yourself. Chips hug was more genuine, and he made you smile. Tom hugged his parents as you and Calvin eased your way to the front door.

“You have to tell me what happen.” Calvin whispered in your ear. You nodded. Greg walked up to Calvin and shook his hand.

“It was nice meeting you mate.” He said. He looked at you and extended his hand. You ignored it, turned around and opened the door to exit the house. Tom was coming up behind Greg and did not notice the exchange.

 _____________________________________________________________

You sighed with relief once you all were heading back to Tom’s place.

“I know something went on with you and Greg. Are you going to tell me?” Tom asked looking over at you quickly before his eyes were back on the road.

“No.” You told him. Tom started to interject but you told him you did not want to talk about it, and he let the matter go for now. You turned your head to look out the window. You could not help but smile as you knew if you told Tom he would go off on Greg. It felt good to know you could hurt Greg if you wanted to. You would hold on to what transpired between you two until you needed it. Tom grabbed your hand and kissed the back of your hand. You turned around and looked at him.

“I love you.” You told him squeezing his hand.

“I love you too.” He kissed your hand again and your smile widened.

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[jinmukangwrites]

Alone

Summary: They think Wild had no one on his adventures, but they were wrong. Wild had a very special friend. He had a wolf.

-o-o-o-o-

Link wakes up alone. It's suffocating and he wonders how the emptiness of the room around him could make him so claustrophobic. There's a girl in his head, telling him his name and what he must do, but that is all he has. His body seems to move on it's own as he stands from the chamber and does as the voice tells him. He seamlessly walks and moves and opens chests without a single memory of him doing it before. He slips on his shirt and pants and walks out into the world he has never seen before but it all feels so familiar.

Like home.

An old man talks with him and he finds he knows how to talk too, though in a different way. The man speaks and Link lifts his hands and signs without thinking about it. The old man understands instantly and continues on like normal. Link then has an apple, and then he moves on towards the point marked on his slate, fighting strange creatures along the way.

And then his adventures begin.

It all goes by quickly, he journeys into the shrines and comes out a bit stronger easily. He gains new weapons, shields, and even a new tunic meant for the cold weather. He does it all without speaking a word, without single person offering to help besides the old man who has promised him a paraglider.

Eventually, he finishes everything, he learns the real identity of the old man and he discovers his own role into this world he was brought into one hundred years late. He gets his paraglider, ready to begin his journey to Kakariko Village to meet with a woman called Impa.

He remembers, all that time ago, how he stood at the edge of the great plateau, looking at the great horizon, the castle, the volcano, the rivers, the sky, everything and thinking he was responsible to bring justice to the entire land. He remembers jumping off the cliffs and gliding down towards the ground.

He remembers still being incredibly alone.

-o-o-o-o-

He's on his way towards Kakariko Village. The horse he rides neighs happily as he pats her neck. He has just caught her and registered her in the stable. He named her Epona, though he doesn't know why. He's never heard that name before but it sounded right, sounded like the correct name to gift to the strong, chestnut mare.

The forest passes slowly besides him. The weather is cool and the sky is clear. He rubs his stomach, thinking about how filling his last meal was and what he'll have to gather to make the same dish later. He also needs to find apples to give to Epona and find a nice river for water. He let's go of Epona's reigns for a second to glance at the Sheikah Slate. It's mostly black except for the small area he was in. Kakariko Village is just a days ride away, he can get there by the next evening if he pushes Epona a bit harder.

A little notification pops up suddenly at the bottom left of his screen. His eyebrows come together and he looks up at the sky, noticing how the puffy white clouds are slowly but surely turning a dark grey. It is to rain soon. That will slow him down.

He sighs and looks around him, there's cliffs to his side and depending on the wind he can make a comfortable shelter there to avoid getting wet in the incoming storm. The first rain drops begin to fall, making Epona shake her mane in discomfort when they land on her nose. He lets out a half amused snort and jumps off as more rain begins to fall. He guides her over to the cliff and sits back. He has some wood and some flint, he can make a fire and maybe just sleep the storm off. His stomach grumbles and it's Epona's turn to made an amused snort. He glares at her, signing that he's going to eat her apples, and she seems to either understand the threat or just not care about it because all she does is roll her eyes and bend down to nibble on the grass.

Link is lucky, the wind was blowing in such a way that his little spot by the cliff is completely dry as he sets up the fire. He pulls out some fox meat and begins to roast it with an old Bokoblins Spear as the sky darkens with the clouds and the setting sun. He wishes he had a bowl so he could add seasoning to the meat, but for now he'll have to settle. Beggars can't be choosers.

He pulls out a small bag of apples and stands to give Epona some food. She eats the fruits out of his hands with content whinnies and soft hooves kicking at the ground. The smell of meat overcomes the smell of rain around the time Epona is satisfied with her meal. He grabs an apple for himself and is about to sit down and check the meat when suddenly a branch snaps in the darkness.

With no hesitation, he grabs the sword at his back and holds it out in front of him. He glares at the shadows, searching for movement in the darkness. Epona makes a nervous huff through her nose.

The only thing he sees is what is illuminated by the orange glow of fire, so he attempts to go by sound. That turns up fruitless when the only noises that meet his ears is the patter of rain and the crackle of fire.

He's about to chalk it up to be his imagination when another snapping twig catches his attention, making his ears twitch. He spins around, senses on high alert, towards where the noise comes from and his breath catches in his throat when he sees a creature too big to be a fox, yet too small to be a bear. It's form is cloaked in darkness, from it's dark fur and from the shadows it's hiding in, yet he can see it resembles more of a dog from the stables; however, he knew this isn't a dog, this is something wilder.

He shifts and it's eyes flash with the light of the fire. He can hear it panting through it's large snout. It lifts a giant paw and steps forward and Link growls at it, lifting his sword ever higher. Epona stomps her hooves nervously behind him. It stops and blinks, tilting its head as if to say "what are you doing that for?" before it lets out a small whine. It's eyes travel down to the hand that isn't holding the sword, but the apple. It blinks as it's gaze traveled to the fire behind Link, where the fox is still roasting.

Link swallows and thinks maybe the creature is just hungry. He looks down at his apple and throws it a few feet away. The animal makes an excited bark and chases after the apple, biting into it with enthusiasm.

With his now free hand, he moves it to his chest and moves his fingers up and down. Hungry?

The creature finishes the apple with gusto and begins to pad towards Link. Epona makes a scared whinny and Link plants his feet into the ground, trying to look threatening. Yet, the creature seems to roll its eyes as it walks straight at him. Link knows he should attack the creature. It's teeth are sharp and it's big enough to maybe make a horse it's prey, but something stops him from doing so; maybe it's eyes that are much too wise to belong to any creature, or maybe it's the almost familiar personality of it. He doesn't know. All he knows is that he's completely still as the creature fully reveals itself in the light of the fire and bumps it's head against Links leg affectionately.

It's fur is as black as twilight, or most of it is. It has a green mane and tail and he finds as it turns over onto its back, yapping at him, that it has a white underbelly. It's fur is decorated with beautiful white designs that look almost painted on, too unnatural to be it's natural fur.

Link doesn't think before he let's the sword down and kneels down next to the creature. He slowly puts his hand down on it's belly and rubs the soft fur. It whines with content and wiggles closer so Link is petting it with both his hands, a smile tearing at his face.

He instantly adopts this strange creature as apart of his terribly small family, because there is something about it that says "you're not alone anymore, cub."

-o-o-o-o-

It's a wolf, Link discovers later. And a "he". The word comes to him randomly just like the sign, a clawing motion at his face. Link doesn't have a name for the wolf that intends to travel with him, but the wolf doesn't seem to mind. Link soon finds himself calling the creature what it is; Wolf.

Wolf travels everywhere with Link, even the places where Epona cannot follow. Epona at first didn't like to watch Link and Wolf go off on their own, but soon she too was melting for the gentle creature, enough so to share her apples with him when it came time to eat.

Wolf sits and watches as Link lifts his sword and practices against a tree, sometimes he seems to want to join in whenever Link stumbles or makes a wrong move. Yet he doesn't, he just growls like he was telling him to do it again. Wolf taught Link how to hunt, using the wind to his advantage. He sat with Link and let him cry against his fur whenever a nightmare he couldn't remember wakes him up, he seems to know exactly how to curl around Link at those nights to make him feel safe. He fights with Link, making sure every Bokoblin or Moblin are dead on the ground before he allows Link to pillage. He sits by Link when he finds a place where his memories lay, and it comforts him with a head against Links hand when the memory is too much.

It falls into a beautiful pattern and Link doesn't remember the loneliness he had felt back when he first woke up. He has Wolf, and Wolf will never leave him except for the times he knows Link must go in alone. Yet he will sit and wait patiently for Link to leave the Divine Beasts or the shrines and jump at him, licking his face, when Link does return victorious.

Link didn't think that would ever change, not even after so many months. Not even as he stands at the castle gates, ready to fulfill his destiny with the Master Sword in hand. Yet, he stands there now and Wolf has a sad look in his eyes, saying the Link has to go in alone. Saying that they will never meet again.

Link can't stop the tears from falling from his eyes as Wolf looks up at him sadly, as if saying goodbye. He bends down and rubs Wolf's ears with one hand and wipes at his eyes with the other. Wolf whines and stands up, he walks over and presses his whole body against Links legs as his own little goodbye. His own hug.

Link knows it's time to go, and he turns before he could hesitate. Zelda has waited long enough, she doesn't deserve to be kept waiting longer just because Link couldn't handle a goodbye with a wolf. He walks and opens the gates with his slate and he's a few steps in when he turns one last time. Wolf is sitting proudly, staring at him with his wise eyes as he begins to materialize into the air in the form of black particles. In moments, Wolf is gone, back to wherever he came from.

Link is alone.

-o-o-o-o-

Link doesn't trust the people in front of him. He doesn't trust most anyone but he has learned the faces of his world, and he has never seen these ones before.

They're all shades of blond with various lengths of pointed ears, but each look almost the same, like someone had taken a painting and repainted it in their own style in a multitude of times.

"You're name is Link?" One asked, he was taller than most in their group, yet not the tallest. He seemed the most stocky, yet Link can tell that it isn't fat on his body, but muscles. A white cloth stuck out from the rest of his garments, wrapped around his neck like a cape. "You can call me, Sky-"

"What do you want?" Link demanded, his voice raw and scratchy. It's been a year since the fall of Calamity Ganon and Zelda has been helping him with his speech, but he's still not very good at it. He prefers to sign, but that's hard to do when you're pointing a bow armed with multiple arrows at a group of people.

The wind blows lazily in Hyrule Field as the group of strangers looked at each other, trying to come up with some sort of explanation.

"You're Hylia's chosen hero, yeah?" Another asks, a blue scarf wraps around his neck. "That's the Master Sword?"

Link had only heard so much about Hylia, he mostly just knew of her from his small prayers to get more strength at the statues. He doesn't know what they mean by being her chosen hero, but he does wield the Master Sword. The comment on his sword makes him get into an even more defensive stance, people commenting on his hero status and his sword usually end up being Yiga.

"You have five seconds to surrender, traitors," Link growls as he pulls his bow string further back. The group tenses and reach for their own weapons, though none is drawn. "Before I destroy you all."

The oldest one steps forward suddenly and Link let's an arrow fly, landing right at the feet of the man. He doesn't even flinch. "Listen, you are part of an ever turning cycle of heroes. Surely you have heard of past… incarnations of chosen heroes."

Link steps back and reloads his bow. He has heard of that, mostly just stories and fairy tales. The sword alone is proof enough of past heroes. "Why?" He asks.

"Because, something is happening," another voice adds, this one looks older than most the group. His hair is dark compared to the rest and he looks like he grew up in a tribe instead of a city. There are strange markings on his face. "Something is bringing us all together, Link. We're all… heroes. All of us are Link."

Link studies the stranger. He looks sincere, genuine. Yiga Clan members usually give up after a few sentences at keeping a disguise. None would keep up the facade this long. Link's eyes travel up and rests on the person's face. His eyes… they're familiar.

Something flashes in the back of his mind, a small creature he hasn't seen for such a long time. Eyes, so wise and kind. The marking on the wolf's forehead… are the same as the man before him.

Wild stumbles back as if he's been shot by an arrow. The bow drops from his hand as he recognizes the stranger… the friend in front of him.

Before he can even think of it, his hand goes up to his face and goes outward as if creating a long snout. Wolf… a human version of him… looks at him with confusion but seems to relax since Link has dropped his bow.

The others smile and relax too, thinking that they had succeeded at convincing Link, but he had his eyes trained on Wolf… on-

"I'm Twilight, by the way," Twilight says, stepping forward and holding out his hand hesitantly.

And it's at that moment, that Wild knows he will never be alone again.

[meowrimo]

an inside look of my brain this morning

[misssophiachase]

Klaroline au or canon + mind reading

Thanks nonnie,soooo sorry for the delay…Hope you like this take. 

Sweet Dreams

Tattoo your name across my heart…

London…

Klaus woke with a start, his eyes darting tothe bedside clock and the red numbers alerting him to the fact he was due atwork only hours later. 

His dream was all too vivid even in his nowconscious state. It was almost dawn and he was standing at a train stationwaiting on the platform, for what he wasn’t sure until she arrived. 

He could recall just how short of breath hefelt as she stepped off the express service and it wasn’t just because of thecold weather. She looked immaculate. Her blonde waves, blue eyes and creamyskin like fragile porcelain housed in a fitted, navy pantsuit complete with awhite, wide brimmed hat. 

“Where’s my driver?” She didn’t see him as shemade her way towards the doors, he tried to scream her name but nothing cameout. Every fiber in his being was telling him she was walking into a trap, butKlaus couldn’t stop her momentum. 

This wasn’t unusual, in fact he’d been readingher mind for years now. At first it was a thrilling experience, given hisstrong attraction, but as the premonitions increased so too did the emotionsand the danger. Klaus thought it was all just a weird and coincidentalcollection of images flashing through his mind, but after waking in a sweat,Klaus knew he needed to find her. Now.

Milan…

Caroline liked her freedom, travelling hadbecome an exciting adventure to boost her fashion career and her income. However, it had been decidedly tough given the numerous and restless dreamsshe’d woken from over the years. 

Yes, it was always him, cheeky dimples andcrimson lips. But Caroline thought it was only dreams and only because she knewhim growing up.  But the fact she could still see him present day anddealing with questionable clients was enough to raise a red flag. 

That particular morning she’d awoken, her skincovered in a thin sheen of sweat as she regained her bearings in her Milanhotel room. He was walking towards his tattoo parlor in central London but themasked assailants lay in wait. She wanted to stop the impending attack, even ifit was a dream, but the only way she could was to get up and try to change his direction.

She’d barely uttered two words to KlausMikaelson during High School, they didn’t exactly run in the same circles. Herolder brother Matt had been in the same year during high school. There was nodoubting Klaus Mikaelson was a rebel. Someone she’d been secretly attracted toever since but there was no way he’d ever look at the prom queen twice whichwas evidenced by her subsequent run-in with him after graduation.

Chicago…3 years earlier 

“Youwant a tattoo?” He asked, incredulously. She couldn’t miss the shiver heincited as his eyes flickered over her body “Let me guess, you want a crown,princess?”

“Stereotyping,how predictable. If this is how you greet everyone, I’m surprised you’re stillin business,” she drawled, taking a seat on the nearby chair. “And no, Idon’t want a crown.”

“Oh,I know,” he guessed. “A butterfly or a love heart?”

“Pleasetell me you don’t judge all your customers like this?”

“No,only the ones who are wasting my time pretending to want a tattoo.” 

“Howabout you shut up and give me this, there’s only so much yapping I can takewhen I’m paying for the privilege,” she growled, now lowering herself onto thetable. She couldn’t miss the way his eyebrows lifted curiously at her choice,but he didn’t respond just continued, an intrigued smile on his face.

“Yourwish is my command, princess,” she sent him an annoyed glance, slightly scaredknowing she was fully at his whim, lying on her stomach with her jeans pulleddown slightly so he could access her lower back. The fact his fingers wereplaying on her skin was messing with her composure.  

“Shutup,” she growled. “And if it’s not perfect, I have every intention oflodging a complaint with your supervisor.”

“Andthis is your way of proving you’re not a princess, love?”  

“Youreally need an instruction guide of how not to offend clientele, Mikaelson, includingthose insulting endearments,” Caroline hissed, trying to ignore just how goodhis fingers felt against her. She closed her eyes determined to remove him fromher mind. “Ouch.” 

“It’sjust a small prick, part of the experience,” Klaus explained, his hand brushingsoftly against her skin, while she was trying to ignore the feelings his closeproximity was causing. It was probably the longest thirty minutes of herlife trying to hide the arousal he was evoking.  

WhenCaroline had made the decision to get a tattoo, she couldn’t deny that a large part of herdecision was because of him. Klaus Mikaelson had invaded her day dreams for yearsand the thought of him drawing that design on her bare skin had quelled hernerves and here she was trying to regain her composure in such close proximity.

She couldn’t miss the flash of memories between them as he worked on the tattoo but Caroline decided to put that down to the attraction she felt for him knowing that as soon as she left there would no longer be a connection between them. 

 Milan…

The train platform was empty this time of the afternoon, Klaus knew he’d arrived hours too late but had no idea how to find her. Funny part about this whole mind reading thing was that it was intermittent at best. 

He searched his surroundings for any possible clue, then he saw it. A sparkling diamond stud glittering on the ground nearby. The exact same earring he’d spied in her ears only hours earlier. 

He picked it up, his fears only increasing at his discovery. At least his mind reading abilities were still intact but now he needed to find her. Caroline Forbes was so much more than his friend’s sister or the girl he tattooed all those years ago. She was his soulmate and if anything had happened to her, Klaus was going to kill who’d ever touched a hair on her beautiful head.

“Looking for me?” A melodic voice enquired, coming into view. She was as breathtaking as in his visions, her pink lips curving into a knowing smile.

“No, actually I was looking for a fashion designing, damsel in distress that had been kidnapped in this very place by a possible European spy ring.”

“Turns out they’re no match for yours truly.”

“Speaking in the third person, this is certainly the beginnings of an evil villain,” he teased. “And to think I was worried about you, love.”

“You and I both know that our visions are symptomatic of our feelings and you know exactly what I was feeling.”

“Kind of like sparking your fears of my safety so I wouldn’t turn up to work today?”

“What can I say? You’ve always hung out in the wrong crowds, Mikaelson.”

“I’ll take that as a sorry for manipulating your visions to suit your agenda,” Klaus drawled. 

“And saving you in the process.”

“You couldn’t help yourself,” he scoffed. “Looks like I returned the favour though too.” They held each other’s gaze, light blue eyes on dark. It had been so long since they’d seen each other in the flesh and it was overwhelming to say the least.

“What the hell did you do with that tattoo,” she murmured, their eyes still transfixed. It was the question that had gone unanswered for too long.

“I have no idea,” he breathed. “You wanted a wolf, something I already had in the same spot, but I had no idea it would…”

“Act like a portal into real life?” 

“Exactly. Between you and me, I have a feeling we’re going to need something huge to break this bond.”

“Laser therapy?” She gulped. “I may need more time to get used to that particular course of action.”

“Take all the time you need.” 

Turns out laser therapy was no longer required because these star crossed, ink lovers decided life together was too good and knowing what each other thought wasn’t such a bad thing.  In fact, they were still trying to outdo each other on a daily basis and lovingly called it their competitive nature whilst living happily ever after.

[phgq]

Central Luzon braces for 'Ulysses'

#PHnews: Central Luzon braces for 'Ulysses'

CITY OF SAN FERNANDO, Pampanga – Preparations of local government units (LGUs) in Central Luzon for the possible onslaught of Typhoon Ulysses have shifted into high gear to ensure the safety of residents.

Local officials in the region’s seven provinces -- Aurora, Bataan, Bulacan, Nueva Ecija, Tarlac, Pampanga, and Zambales activated on Wednesday their respective disaster risk reduction and management councils for the weather disturbance that is expected to bring heavy to intense rains.

Although the effects of the typhoon have yet to be felt in most parts of the region, members of the disaster councils have been ordered to prepare for any eventuality that "Ulysses" might bring.

In Aurora, Governor Gerardo Noveras called on his constituents to be prepared especially those living in the low-lying areas, and coordinate with their respective Municipal Disaster Risk Reduction Office (MDRRMO).

“Siguraduhing may sapat na imbak na pagkain at mga kagamitan bilang paghahanda sa paparating na bagyo. Ihanda na rin po ating mga tahanan upang maging ligtas sa ating pamilya at sa lahat (Make sure there are adequate food and equipment in preparation for the incoming typhoon. Please also prepare our homes to be safe for our families and everyone),” Noveras said in a statement.

Residents are also advised not to swim and surf on the beaches as the typhoon continues to intensify its strength.

Fishermen are also temporarily banned from setting sail to ensure their safety.

The MDRRMCs in Baler and Dingalan, Aurora suspended work in all municipal offices effective noon on Wednesday except those involved in disaster risk reduction and management, delivery of basic and health services.

In Pampanga, residents living near the rivers, low-lying as well as flood and landslide-prone areas are also advised to be on alert and ready.

Governor Dennis Pineda has ordered the prepositioning of personnel, rescue vehicles, and equipment, food packs, and medicines to areas at risk of flooding, landslides, and storm surges.

Pineda also issued an executive order declaring the suspension of classes and work in government offices in the whole province.

He advised people to stay alert and stay home in order to be safe.

In Bataan, Governor Albert Garcia warned all Bataenos of the impending threat of the typhoon which is expected to bring strong rains in the province.

“Maging maagap na rin po ang ating mga mangingisda at hanggat maari ay iwasan na ang paglalayag ng mga bangka at maliliit na sasakyang pandagat. Hinihingi ko pong muli ang inyong kooperasyon lalo na kung magsasagawa ng maagang paglilikas sa inyong lugar (Our fishermen should also be proactive and avoid venturing into seas as much as possible. I ask for your cooperation again, especially if an early evacuation is taking place in your area),” Garcia said.

To ensure the safety of the teachers, parents, and students collecting/submitting school modules, he suspended classes in all levels, both public and private (modular, blended, and online) in the province.

In Nueva Ecija, the PDRRMC, headed by Governor Aurelio Umali, has conducted a pre-disaster risk assessment to closely monitor the situation and the residents living in risk-prone areas.

Umali said the PDRRMO as well as the LGUs in the province are now prepared to ensure the safety of the Novo Ecijanos.

Likewise, Umali declared the suspension of work in all government and private offices effective at 12 noon on Wednesday.

In Tarlac, Governor Susan Yap has the PDRRMC has convened to implement preparedness measures on the effects of the typhoon in areas likely to be affected, and the pre-positioning of rescue assets.

Yap also said local government units (LGUs) in the province have prepared food supplies and disaster response equipment and teams in anticipation of evacuation and other emergencies.

In Bulacan, the Provincial Disaster Risk Reduction and Management Council (PDRRMC) headed by Governor Daniel Fernando, ordered the deployment of emergency rescue teams along with flood-prone areas and prepare evacuation centers as well as relief goods and medicines.

He said teams have already been conducting public warning on areas prone to landslides and floods as well as in the coastal towns of Bulacan where storm surge could occur.

The governor also said that the PDRRMO is closely monitoring the situation at the three major dams in Bulacan namely Angat, Ipo and Bustos. (PNA)

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References:

* Philippine News Agency. "Central Luzon braces for 'Ulysses'." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1121476 (accessed November 11, 2020 at 11:12PM UTC+14).

* Philippine News Agency. "Central Luzon braces for 'Ulysses'." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1121476 (archived).

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#PHnews: Central Luzon braces for 'Rolly'

CITY OF SAN FERNANDO, Pampanga – Local government units (LGUs) in Central Luzon on Saturday put on a 24-hour alert all their emergency responders as the region braces for the impact of Typhoon “Rolly.”

Although the effects of the typhoon have yet to be felt in the region, concerned members of the disaster councils have been ordered to prepare for the weather disturbance.

Local officials in the region’s seven provinces -- Aurora, Bataan, Bulacan, Nueva Ecija, Tarlac, Pampanga, and Zambales-- also asked their constituents to take the necessary precautionary measures to ensure their safety.

In Aurora, Governor Gerardo Noveras called on his constituents to be prepared especially those living in the low-lying areas, and coordinate with their respective Municipal Disaster Risk Reduction Office (MDRRMO).

“Siguraduhing may sapat na imbak na pagkain at mga kagamitan bilang paghahanda sa paparating na bagyo. Ihanda na rin po ating mga tahanan upang maging ligtas sa ating pamilya at sa lahat (Make sure there are adequate food and equipment in preparation for the incoming typhoon. Please also prepare our homes to be safe for our families and everyone),” Noveras said in a statement.

Residents are also advised not to swim and surf on the beaches as the typhoon continues to intensify its strength.

Fishermen are also temporarily banned from setting sail to ensure their safety.

In Pampanga, residents living near the rivers, low-lying as well as flood and landslide-prone areas are also advised to be on alert and ready.

Governor Dennis Pineda said rescue and emergency response teams are on standby as well as the pre-positioning of search-and-rescue equipment and personnel have been put in place.

“Malakas po ang bagyong ito, parang si Yolanda. Kaya maging alerto po tayo (This typhoon is strong, like Yolanda. So let's be alert). Stay home. Stay safe,” Pineda said on his social media account.

In Bataan, Governor Albert Garcia warned all Bataenos of the impending threat of the typhoon which is expected to bring strong rains in the province.

Garcia asked the residents to prepare for possible power outages.

“Charge all gadgets, cell phones, tablets, laptops, and other gadgets for communication. Replace batteries on your flashlights and make sure to keep a spare for prolonged brownouts and your AM/ FM battery-operated radios may be your best source for news,” he said.

In Bulacan, the Provincial Disaster Risk Reduction and Management Council (PDRRMC) headed by Governor Daniel Fernando, designated the Bulacan capitol gymnasium and the Bulacan Sports Complex as evacuation centers for families who might be displaced by the typhoon.

Fernando ordered the Provincial Social Welfare and Development Office (PSWDO) to prepare an initial 20,000 food packs for immediate needs.

“Tayo po ay sama-samang manalangin ng mataimtim upang ipag-adya an gating lalawigan sa panganib ang pinsalang dulot ng Bagyong Rolly. Nananawagan din tayo ng panalangin sa lahat ng religious groups para sa ating sama-samang pagsamo sa ating Panginoon (Let us pray together earnestly to protect our province from the damage that might cause by Typhoon Rolly. We also ask for prayers in all religious groups for our collective supplication to our Lord),” he said.

In Tarlac, Governor Susan Yap has the PDRRMC has convened to implement preparedness measures on the effects of the typhoon in areas likely to be affected, and the pre-positioning of rescue assets.

Yap also said local government units (LGUs) in the province have prepared food supplies and disaster response equipment and teams in anticipation of evacuation and other emergencies.

In Nueva Ecija, the PDRRMC, headed by Governor Aurelio Umali, has conducted a pre-disaster risk assessment to closely monitor the situation and the residents living in risk-prone areas.

Umali said the PDRRMO as well as the LGUs in the province are now prepared to ensure the safety of the Novo Ecijanos. (PNA) 

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References:

* Philippine News Agency. "Central Luzon braces for 'Rolly'." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1120336 (accessed November 01, 2020 at 12:31AM UTC+14).

* Philippine News Agency. "Central Luzon braces for 'Rolly'." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1120336 (archived).