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Samwell 99

A Holsom Brooklyn 99 AU

  • Ok it should be abundantly apparent that Holsom means our favorite lovable puppy-dog eye Jewish boy Adam Birkholtz is Jake Peralta. He’s brash, he’s messy, but he’s a damn fine detective and he knows it/makes sure no one forgets it.
  • Cue his equally brilliant rival/colleague Justin Oluransi who’s by the book, anxiety ridden, has so many spreadsheets and folders for everything under the sun yet he retains an insane amount of knowledge.  
  • We’ll get back to their totally amazing chemistry in a moment  

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A letter from the Moors Murderer, Ian Brady , in which he advises a young pen pal away from a life of crime and to focus on his studies instead. Here, Brady almost seems to show genuine concern and kindness for the boy. The letter reads:

Dear Thomas,
Thank you for your letter. Now I want you to read this letter very carefully to ensure you fully understand the important points I intend to make. I’ve told you repeatedly in previous letters that crime is a mug’s game, and that you can earn more by training for a skilled job, as you are presently doing, getting good results from your courses and exams, which I tried to assist you with. I spent most of my life in prison advising other prisoners to get out and keep out. There’s nothing romantic about crime, it’s hard unrewarding work even for the criminals who are clever. An amateur would be caught or sold out immediately. Seeing cases in headlines only gives the impression of excitement, while the people behind the headlines rot for decades in tiny cells. If you find ordinary life and freedom boring at times, you can’t imagine how much worse it is in prison. If you could imagine it, you’d soon lose any interest in crime and criminals. Try to imagine sitting in a cell for forty years, while your friends outside are enjoying themselves. I get the impression that you may have written to other prisoners. If they have ever suggested that crime is an intelligent occupation, they are lying simply to comfort themselves. You’ve as much chance of becoming a successful criminal as winning the lottery. The majority of successful criminals have also spent most of their lives behind bars, flash when they win, but never mentioning when they lose. I’m talking from 36 years of experience of criminals remember.

And for me, well my example says it all. I’m already a dead man walking. What’s to be admired about having death as a sole ambition? What’s even interesting about that? You’re young, free, and have everything to look forward to. Forget crime and criminals entirely. Even the Krays spent most of their lives in prisons. So did the Train Robbers, I met them in prison and they were broken men. They would’ve chosen different lives had they been able to see the future. I am weak now and also have flu, so I’m losing all interest in the outside world and have nothing left to teach you or anyone else, except the futility of crime. So I’m beginning to say goodbye to all the people I write to, including you. I enjoyed our letters and the many intelligent questions you have asked - much more than many other people I write to. Simply guide your interested intelligence in a more positive direction. My life is over, long ago. It’s important that you do not believe my stopping writing to you is something personal. It isn’t. I’m simply tired with the outside world in general. It has no relevance to me as I will never see it again. The crucial thing is that you forget all about crime and criminals and get on with your life in a positive manner. Once you commit a crime and are caught, you forfeit all the many benefits of society.
It is also important to realise that your innocent letters to me would get you into a great deal of trouble if certain people outside found out about it. That alone could ruin your life. Understand? Destroy all my letters and simply remember the good advice I’ve given.
There’s no need to answer this letter. I wish you all the best. Thanks for writing.

Best wishes, Ian Brady

Nessian - Depressed!Cassian

Here is part 2 of my Depressed!Cassian headcanon mini-fic thing.

Part 1 here!

[Depressed!Cassian - Part 2/3]

The following evening, Nesta banged once on Cassian’s door before letting herself in.

“Nesta?” Cassian said, raising an eyebrow. He was still lying in bed. But he looked as though he’d at least bathed, as if he’d finally eaten something, too. He was sprawled atop the bed sheets on his stomach, wearing nothing but a pair of loose fitting trousers.

Nesta didn’t dare look at the bandages on his wings. Instead she allowed him to see her roll her eyes over his generous, muscular backside. Then she prowled to him, as if she’d seen nothing of interest.

“I require assistance, and you’re the only one in the House of Wind readily available,” she said. Nesta sat on the end of his bed, facing away from him and swept the hair off the back of her neck. “My necklace has become tangled in my hair.”

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Bts reaction to them taking care of their ill girlfriend

Request 1:  Hiyaaaaa could I request a bts reaction to their gf suffering bad period cramps and wanting to lie in their lap all day 💕 thank you so so much

Request 2:  Hi! I don’t think this has already been asked but I’d like to request “BTS reaction finding out you’ve been sick for days without them knowing and couldn’t take proper care of yourself” Probably fluff suits it but I’m fine with whatever comes to your mind for this :D (I went through your blog last night and omg totally worth it ^ヮ^)

Request 3:  Could u do a BTS reaction to reader being on her period and feeling lazy and wanting cuddles? Lots of fluff! I love your blog❤❤

A/N: Guys, I’m combining those since they are pretty similar.


Jin

He’ll be concerned af. Although he couldn’t take proper care for you for the first few days, now he was home and he was running from one place to another, trying to bring everything you need, or he thought you need. At one second you just smiled and said “Baby, stop running around and let me cuddle you. That’s all I want.”

Yoongi

Yoongi had several sessions in the studio before he found out that you wasn’t in your piano classes, but home trying to keep sanity form pain. Only then he ran like his life depends on it and when he arrive home, he snuggled you in his arms and gently stroke your tummy in hopes of the pain to disappear.

Namjoon

Junnie will be adorable. He knew your tummy hurts and that you couldn’t sleep because of it, so when you finally fell asleep at 11pm in the night, he decided to do something helpful before he held you in his arms. He did all your assignments that were due to this week and called your professor to let him now you won’t attend for the rest of the week,

Hoseok

Hobi tried literally everything to bring your mood up on the phone until he comes home. You were whining that all you wanted was to lie in his lap and eat chocolate that was non-existing in your apartment. Hobi told you that both he and the chocolate are only five minutes away. Also he promised you’ll lie in his lap as long as you want.

Jimin

Jiminie was worried for you. He was pulling the puppy expression and was stroking your tummy and then kiss you over and over again reassuring you that everything will be alright. At one point you just laughed at his unusual adorableness. “Oppa, I have my period, I’m not pregnant.” 

Taehyung

Tae will put good old school anime and lots of chocolate and hug you, before you two fell asleep. Until your cramps hit and you started meowing like a little kitten. Tae woke up instantly and started whispering sweet nothings in your ear trying to make you feel less pain. But instead of that, you got horny, but period didn’t support sex.

Jungkook

Kokie will also run everywhere doing whatever you want, where ever you wanted to gom he will assist you. As if you were ill. Your stomach just hurted shit badly, but Kookie thought the world was ending, so he helped, however he could. Of course, actually all you wanted from him was to cuddle you, but whatever. At the end of the day, he did that too.


Masterlist

My ask box is opened not for requests, but for smutty confessions. Guys, I love reading those confessions. Some of you are kinky…like me. So, send more in. You can come to me with all your sins. Share them, I’ll listen. Mommy will listen.

Long Lost Love: Pt. 2

Pairing: Kol x Kai x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping

Word Count: 2498 aka a lot longer than part 1

PART ONE | PART THREE (coming soon!)


Today, there’s a free music festival going on in the lovely city of New Orleans. The weather is amazing and all you see is happy faces surrounding you. Freya joined you and Kol, then ended up heading back home after a couple of hours to help out Elijah. Klaus was miles away taking care of what he called ‘business’.

As you were dancing to the upbeat music with the rest of the crowd on the freshly cut grass, Kol left to buy the two of you a beer. Wine was never your thing.

Moments later, you were at a loss for breath from all the dancing, so you stepped aside from the crowd to quickly rest. Admiring the music and soaking up the sun felt just amazing, but that fun soon vanished because a hand covers your mouth and you quickly pass out.

Finally, you wake up sitting on a chair. But this time, you aren’t at the festival. You are in an unfamiliar place, an empty warehouse from the looks of it. The first thing you tried to do was stand up and stretch, but your hands were tied behind you with vervain ropes. It stung like a motherfucker. “What the hell?! What is this?” You said aloud to yourself.

You hear footsteps approaching you, so you turn to face whoever it is. “You’re awake! Great!” The stranger says. He was a tall, dark male wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

“Who are you? What am I doing here?” You wiggled your wrists, but the vervain only pierced your skin once again.

“You’re Klaus’s precious sister in law right?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

“Do you see a ring on my finger? No. At least not yet.” You spat.

“Who cares. I needed someone to get to him. And you were the easiest target. Poor Kol is probably wondering where you are.”

“Well Klaus isn’t in town. And even if he was, screw you.” You looked at him in disgust. There was no way you were going to rat out Klaus’s whereabouts. Especially to any enemy. No matter the consequences.

“Feisty one you are. Damn!” The man yelled in amusement and you scoffed at him. He sure was annoying.

“Since you won’t tell me where he is. Maybe this will help.” You furrowed your brows at his statement, then suddenly, his eyes turned yellow, revealing his fangs and didn’t hesitate to take his time sinking his teeth into your neck. The pain took over you, making you scream your lungs out. A werewolf bite is lethal to vampires and you thought to yourself how dead you are.

Finally, he stopped, but the dead weight of his body laid on you and the next thing you know, you see Kol above him, ripping his heart out of his back. Kol then threw his body off of you like a piece of trash.

“Oh my god, Kol. Thank goodness.” You sighed in relief. Your boyfriend sure is your savior.

“Hello darling.” Kol smiles as he’s wiping the blood on his hand to his shirt, then he quickly goes over to release your wrist from those damn ropes. He can handle the stinging of vervain way better than you can. “That’s a rather nasty bite you have there. Are you alright?” He added because he didn’t see it healing.

“Yup. Werewolves.” You shook your head as your were watching your wrists heal.

Kol cups your cheeks with his palms to draw your attention to his face. “I’ll call Nik so that he can cure that godforsaken bite.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, then reaches in his pocket for his phone to call Klaus.

“I should’ve listened to Elijah when he said for me to keep viles of Klaus’s blood. Now look where I am.” Luckily for the Mikaelsons, a werewolf bite won’t ever kill them, you were the odd one out.

“Not to worry, darling. He’s only a town away, last I heard.” Kol put his phone to his ear, waiting for Klaus to answer.

“Douchebag.” You sneered, looking down at the man that kidnapped and bit you.

“There you are, baby girl!” You flinched from the loud voice that wasn’t Kol’s. You couldn’t believe who it is. It was no other than your ex boyfriend, Malachai Parker walking in. This has to be the side effect of the werewolf bite making you delusional. But no, you noticed that Kol sees him too. “Out of all places you could be. New Orleans? Really?” Kai added, tilting his head in confusion.

You were speechless. Frozen. How is Kai he even here? The last time you saw him was years ago when Damon separated his head from his body. But you have to admit, he damn sure looks good.

“I’ll ring you later, brother.” Kol says to Klaus over the phone and hangs up. Kol looked confused as ever at the fact that you didn’t deny knowing Kai and you just stood there not saying a word.

“And who the bloody hell are you?!” Kol asks angrily.

“I’m her lover, duh. Cool accent by the way.” Kai jokes, then approaches you to look at your bite but Kol stops him by pushing his hand on his chest.

“Pardon?” Kol narrowed his eyes at Kai.

“Hmm…Did I stutter? Yeah. I don’t think so.” Kai quickly grabs Kol’s hand and siphons his magic. Kol tries to fight it, but he failed as he was weakening to the floor.

“Stop! That’s enough!” You vampire sped up to your boyfriend and your ex boyfriend, putting yourself in between the two. “First of all, how are you even here?” You asked Kai.

“Long story, babe. But please tell me who is this vampire that is that’s getting all worked up. You got a body guard now?”

“Kai, this is my-” You paused. “-boyfriend, Kol. He’s an original.”

“Yeah originally annoying. But ouch. I have to admit, that cuts deep.” Kai fake pouted on the outside, but on the inside, he was pretty hurt that you moved on while he was stuck loving you all these years. “And don’t tell me he’s the one that turned you. That was supposed to be my job.”

“Yes. But it’s been years, Kai. Years.” You over exaggerated the word ‘years’ because it’s really been that long. “I’ve moved on. Not to mention, you killed Jo. You killed all of those people. If you ran off with me instead we wouldn’t even be in this position.”

“This is enough. It’s no time to reminisce, love. Leave him be.” Kol looked at you while grabbing your waist, then looked at Kai. “Leave her be.”

“At least let me siphon her nasty bite.” Kai implied.

“She-WE don’t need your assistance. My brother’s blood will happily do the trick.” Kol glared, pulling you closer to him. Jealousy definitely took over him that he had to be stubborn.

“Kol, it’s alright. Let him help me.” You insisted.

Kol took a deep breath, scowling at Kai. “Fine. But make it quick.”

As Kai is siphoning your bite, he whispers in your ear. “This is what you really want?”

You looked back and forth between Kai & Kol. The old memories with Kai flooded your thoughts, but you fought it, replacing it with memories of Kol instead. “Yes Kai. This is.” You said while making eye contact with Kol. You knew that he was listening. And finally, that werewolf bite was all gone.

“Alrighty then.” Kai turned you around so that he’s hugging you from behind, then cloaks the both of you. 

“Let go of me! Let go of me now, Kai!” You instantly try to free yourself from his grip but he was too strong, especially with the help of him siphoning some of your magic as well while he’s holding onto you. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” Kol cries out for you. He looked around 360 degrees and couldn’t see you or hear you, but you were right in front of his eyes.

“Don’t worry, babe. Your little boyfriend can’t see you. Boo hoo.” Kai’s voice started to fade as you were passing out from his constant siphoning.

(1 Hour Later…)

Waking up feels like deja vu. Only this time, it was your ex kidnapping you for your affection, not some stranger looking to kill you. Instead of waking up in that warehouse this time, you were on a bed in what looks like a hotel room. Kai was sitting on the edge of the other bed waiting for you to wake up.

“So….How was your nap?” Kai asked smiling.

You instantly vampire sped up to him, grabbing him by the collar. “Kai what the hell is going on?” You were so enraged that your eyes turned red and veins started forming under your eyes.

“Aw, someone’s groggy from their nap.” Kai joked, but you weren’t laughing. 

“This isn’t a fucking joke. You kidnapped me! My supposed-to-be-dead ex boyfriend kidnapped me!” You shouted, tightening your hold on his collar.

“Okay okay. First of all, you can let go of me now.” Kai uses his strength and grabs your arms, pushing you so that you’re sitting across from him on the bed, then he started walking back and forth from the nightstand to the TV. “And secondly, I just missed ya, puddin. I thought maybe we can hang without that Mikaelson pest that you’re grossly screwing.” 

“And how do you know that I wont try to escape?” You straightened yourself sitting on the bed, crossing your arms in front of you.

“Trust me, sweetie. You won’t. Because if you do, i’d happily put your boy toy in a sleeping spell how I did Elena.”

“You wouldn’t.” You exhaled through your nostrils, giving Kai a death stare.

“Oh I would. And good luck asking Bonnie for the spell because last I heard, her and the Mikaelsons aren’t exactly buddy buddy. Unless, she and rest of your gang know about you being with Kol Mikaelson.” 

Kai was right. Bonnie and the rest of your friends would like Kol dead just as much as Kai. Not to mention, the part where they have no idea that Kol is even alive. There’s no need to get them involved in this funny business at all.

“Okay, so basically you kidnapped me in hopes I’ll fall in love with you again? Yeah Kai, that makes perfect sense.” The sarcasm in your voice was hard to miss. The word ‘love’ triggered Kai. He stopped his pacing and sat next to you on the edge of the bed.

“You know I’ll never in my life hurt you. A day, all I need is a day. Maybe two to make up for lost time. And if you still want to be with that pathetic vamp, then I’ll let you go.” Kai frowned.

“Okay fine. Deal.” You agreed. “At least let me tell Kol that I’m safe. I know he must be worried.”

(Meanwhile…)

“We need to find her!” Kol commanded to Freya, breaking his bourbon glass he had in his hand. His voice was so loud that you can probably hear it all around the compound.

Freya had her witchy knick knacks laid out on the table including a map and your hair brush to try and locate you. “Just calm down. I’m trying. But he must be using a cloaking spell on her because it’s like she doesn’t exist.” Freya made known.

“What’s going on? What’s with this shouting, Kol?” Rebekah rushed into the room.

“Y/N’s past lover took her and vanished because she chose me.” Kol said as he was pacing back and forth.

“What? Who?” Rebekah asked.

“Some wanker named Kai. What I heard, he was dead and now he’s alive.” Kol turned his attention back to Freya. “Please Freya, I must find her.” There was desperation in Kol’s eyes as if he was afraid. Either he was afraid to lose you to Kai or he was afraid that Kai will hurt you.

“Do you think he’ll hurt her?” Freya started to feel worried at how upset her brother is.

“How should I bloody know?” Kol started losing his patience.

“Trust me, he won’t. That boy loves her.” Rebekah implied. 

At one point you’ve told only Rebekah all about your relationship with Kai because she was always there whenever you needed an ear. There was no way you were going to vent to Kol about him. She’s also confident in her answer because from personal experience, no matter what goes down between Marcel and the Mikaelsons, Marcel would never lay a hand on Rebekah because he loves her.

Kol’s phone starts to ring in his pocket, so he quickly took it out in hopes that it’s you calling. Lucky for him, it is you that’s calling, Kol’s eyes lit up and he answered it immediately. “Y/N. Where are you? Are you safe? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. I’m safe. I don’t know exactly where I am but don’t come looking for me.” You informed Kol.

“What? Are you mad? What has he done to you?”

“He needs me for two days and if I try to leave or if you come for me within that time span, he’s going to put you under a spell that even Freya can’t reverse. Kai won’t hurt me. I promise.”

“So the two of you expect me to just do nothing and wait for you to come home then?” The thought of you spending time with Kai made Kol sick to his stomach. You’re his and only his. He doesn’t want anyone else getting in the way of that.

“Pretty much.” 

Kol snapped. “That’s rubbish! You tell that bastard I’ll tear him limb from limb if he dares to lay a finger on you.”

“Kol, I love-” Kai takes the phone from your hand and breaks it in half. Tossing it behind him on the middle of the bed.

“Wow. He sure is violent.” Kai felt no guilt disrupting your phone call.

“You’re so annoying.” You scoffed, grabbing the nearest pillow, smacking Kai in the chest with it. This is the man you have to put up with for the next 48 hours. You felt terrible for how worried Kol is going to be, you’re just hoping that he doesn’t lash out and go on a killing spree or something.

“Yup. But remember, you loved me at one point and I’m hoping to bring that spark back you know.” Kai smirked. 

“Yeah yeah yeah.” You rolled your eyes. Yes, you did love Kai at one point and part of you will always have love for him, but you have Kol and he’s just an outstanding lover and friend. From listening to your gossip to telling you how much he loves you before bed and even making you coffee every morning.

“Alright come on. Go freshen up.” Kai patted your thigh as he lunged off of the bed. “We’re going out.”

anonymous asked:

Selam Aleykum! I wanted to know if there is a prayer for taking someone out of you heart that should not have such a big place in there and fill it instead with love for allah? Thank you

Wa Alaykum as-Salaam,

Here are some duas that might help you get close to Allah insha'Allah

Yaa hayyu yaa qayoomu, birahmatika astagheeth. Aslih liy sha-aniy kulluhu wa laa takilniy ilaa nafsiy tarfata aynin.’

(On You Who is Everliving and Sustains and Protects everything, I seek assistance through the means of your mercy, correct for me all my affairs and do not entrust me
to my Nafs (myself) for the moment of a blink of an eye.’)

(Mustadrak al-Haakim vol.1 pg.545; Shu'ubul Iemaan of Imaam Bayhaqi Hadith No.:760,


Ya muqallib al-qulub, thabbit qalbi ‘ala dinik

(O mover (or flip-flopper) of hearts, make my heart firm upon your religion)

- Ya muqallib al-qulub, thabbit qalbi ‘ala’l-haqq

(O mover of hearts, make my heart firm upon the truth)

- Ya muqallib al-qulub, thabbit qalbi ‘ala ta’atik

(O mover of hearts, make my heart firm upon your obedience)

- Ya muqallib al-qulub wa ‘l-ahwalhawwil halina ila ahsan ‘l-hal

(O you, transformer of hearts and spiritual states make our states the loveliest of states)

- Allahumma, ya muqallib al-qulub wa’l-absar, thabbit qalbi ‘ala dinik

(O Allah, O controller of the hearts and eyes, let my heart hold fast onto your religion)

And Allah knows best

anonymous asked:

Can I request a scenario with RFA + V and Saeran where MC is told that she is being let go from a her job and is upset?

Yoosung:

  • this boy
  • is s o clueless on jobs and jobhunting
  • “what do you mean you’re being let go? They can’t just do that all of a sudden!! I’ll help you look for new jobs, ‘kay?”
  • thinks getting a new job is easy enough (just u wait yoosung,,,)
  • besides, since his MC is a total angel, they’ll get one at the end of the day
  • he’s extremely innocent & he’s trying his best tho
  • altho he does ask a lot of dumb questions

Zen:

  • when he hears you’re upset from being let go of your job through the chatroom, he immediately rushes out to the store to buy you flowers, chocolate & alcohol (if you drink ofc)
  • probably one of the best to cheer you up tbh as I imagine him to have been let go from a lot of theatre productions when he was younger
  • sits with you until you feel better <3
  • “hey babe, now that you’ve been let go of your job, how ‘bout you take a leaf outta my book and join theatre?~”

Jumin:

  • doesn’t understand why you have a job in the first place
  • since you live with the Jumin Han, superduper rich guy supreme
  • still, you seem upset so he tries to cheer you up
  • keyword: tries
  • “well,,, you can always work as my assistant if you can’t find a job–?”
  • JUMIN NO

Saeyoung/707:

  • well he recently quit the agency so
  • !!! you know what this means
  • JOB HUNTING BUDS/PARTNERS
  • makes dumb jokes about your boss to cheer you up
  • sends your application in to every suitable place with vacancies instead of his application
  • “Now you’ve quit that job, you can do anything you want! Become an astronaut, MC, let’s go to the moooon!”

Saeran:

  • offers to hack into your boss’s computer and make their day miserable
  • even tho he promised himself not to hack anymore
  • just for you, because even tho he wouldn’t admit it
  • you’re v special to him
  • if you refuse tho, he probably wouldn’t do it
  • although your boss miiight just have a few glitches in his computer one day soon
  • just a few
  • there’s no proof of who done it thotho


There’s no Jaehee because in her route, MC and Jaehee have their own coffee shop together so MC can’t be let go from a job, and I’m at a complete loss for V so far, I’M SORRY. Hope you enjoy these thoo!! <333

- Jo

i want to apply for this legislative assistant job but it says you have to be bilingual and i’m like somewhat bilingual i’m bilingual ENOUGH like i’m cefr b1 bilingual i can decipher maybe 75% of a semi-complex french text and 60% of what a person’s saying if they’re speaking at a moderate pace. anyway do you think if i submit my cover letter and resume in french they’ll think i’m competent or should i just not bother and lament the fact that my parents forced me take mandarin instead of french in high school because it would “help me” with my “career” not taking into fucking account that the “career” i wanted to go into was canadian federal politics

50 Shades of Mr. Morningstar

Fandom: Satan and Me

Ship: Natan

Word Count: ~8000

Rating/Content: NSFW

Summary: Lucifer has eyes for the new receptionist at his company, and he’s not one to let inconveniences like boyfriends get in the way

A/N: I’M BACK BITCHES! This Part 1 of 2 commission from the lovely @astarisms (Not two parts, just two commissions). The other one should come very soon as long as I can get my shit together. I had a lot of fun with this and it was super indulgent fucking sue me

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64 Floors-Part 8

CEO!Luke AU

Summary: He’s a powerful man but you had turned into an even more powerful woman right before his very eyes. And he was going to show you just how much he valued you. 

A/N: I can’t believe  this is the final part to this series! I have enjoyed this writing story so much for you guys and I hope you enjoyed reading it just as much :) Thank you for all amazing support throughout this process, I love you all and can’t wait to keep writing more stuff!
-Bronte

|Part One| |Part Two| |Part Three| |Part Four| |Part Five| |Part Six| |Part Seven|

~Approx. 2.6k words~

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“What?” He looked at you with shock, too stunned to even move.

“I’m leaving the company.”

“W-What? No! Baby, no. Was it the gifts? Were they too much? I can take them all back. I’ll stop sending them, I’m sorry I just got carried away, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You know that’s the last thing I want.” He rambled, desperate to explain himself.

“This environment just isn’t working for me. I can’t be an assistant anymore.”

“No. You can’t leave. I won’t allow it.” He crossed his arms, straightening to his full height and standing dominantly over you. But you weren’t intimidated in the slightest.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore.” You narrowed your eyes at him, irritated that he still hadn’t learned to take no for an answer.

His face fell and he walked towards you, reaching out to place his palm on your cheek. “I thought you loved me.” His voice cracked and it made your heart ache, watching him suffer at your hands.

“I do.” You argued, placing you hand on top of his. “But I can’t work with you anymore.”

“Yes you can, you’re just stressed that’s all!” He protested. “I’ll stop making you work late, I’ll increase your pay, I’ll get you that desk set you’ve always wanted….just…stay.” He begged, but you had already made up your mind.

“Y/N.” His voice cracked, your name falling from his lips in a soft whine.

I’m sorry Mr. Hemmings, but you’ll just have to make due without me.”  You turned to go, but you only took a single step before his hardened voice spoke again.

“If you walk out on me right now then we are done.”

You turned to face him, your eyes wide at his steely ultimatum. “Luke, don’t bring our personal lives into this.”

“You already did that when you were so eager to let me fuck you in the elevator on your very first day. Did you even care about this at all or was this a part of your little game?” His eyes were cold as his business persona seeped in, the adorable, kind,  Luke you had come to love vanishing before your very eyes.

“How could you say that to me?” Your voice broke his words penetrated your strong demeanor. “How could you?” You felt the familiar burn behind your eyes, signaling you were about to break down in front of him. He suddenly seemed to realize he had gone too far, his sharp features immediately softening at the broken look on your face. He reached out to you.

“Oh God, baby I’m sorr-”

“Don’t.” You took a step back from him, your own expression turning sour. “Don’t touch me.”

“Can we at least talk about this?”

“I’m done talking to you. And I’m done working for you. And I’m done being your little fuck buddy if that’s what you think of me.”

“You know that’s not what this is.”

“Do I? Because you seem to love reminding me that’s all I’m good for.”

“That’s a lie and you know it.”

“Whatever. It doesn’t even matter to me anymore. Goodbye Luke.” You turned to go, walking towards the door to his office.

“But I love you!” He yelled, desperate to stop you from walking away from him. You stopped, idling in the doorway.

“Who’s the liar now?” With a sad smile you exited his office, leaving the great CEO of Hemmings and Co. without an assistant and with his heart in his hands.

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Two Weeks Later

You’d never met someone so determined in your entire life. He had sent countless gifts directly to your apartment: flowers, candy, beautiful clothes from your favorite stores, perfumes, makeup, and jewelry. The man had fine taste, but you had sent every single one of them back. You could not be bought. He had shown up at your apartment a few times, but you had sent Calum to divert him elsewhere while you hid in your bedroom and cried. You missed him like crazy, but you had decided to distance yourself from the dominant business tycoon. It would be best for both of you, you had convinced yourself. However with each passing moment that lie became harder and harder to believe.

It wasn’t until the third week, until you had done something unspeakable, that he suddenly stopped pursuing you. You got a job at Riley Industries and somehow Luke had found out about it. You didn’t want it to have to be this way, but at least now you would have a fresh start.

It was your fourth day on the job and already you absolutely loathed the place. John Riley was an even bigger ass than he was before you worked for him, like he was gloating about the fact that you had left Luke to work for him, as if he had anything to do with you decision. In truth, Luke had blacklisted you from every other corporation in the city. Hemmings was a big name around here and if he asked them not to hire you then they wouldn’t. You had even tried to apply at the local mall, but they had given you the same half assed excuse as every other company had. You knew it was all Luke’s doing. He was trying to coax you back to him and he was fighting dirty. So you had delivered the final blow, going to the one person you knew would simply love to go against Luke’s wishes. John had hired you in an instant.

Working for him was torture, but at least he was just as obscene to the other female workers so that they didn’t judge you for his awful comments like the others had.

“Do you have my files for me babe?” His breath was hot on your neck.

“Not your babe.” You reminded him for the umteenth time.

“Oh you will be.” He chuckled before snatching the files from your hand and stalking off to his office. You rolled your eyes as he passed, before busying yourself again with whatever work you could get your hands on. John didn’t keep you half as busy as Luke used to and finding something to do that kept your mind off things was hard work in itself. You hadn’t heard a single thing from Luke in a week, so you thought you were hearing things when you head his familiar accented voice grace your ears.

“Well do you know where I can find her?” He asked the front desk receptionist. You peeked around the corner to see him berating the poor receptionist who looked about ready to cry.

“I’m sorry sir, Mr. Riley said she wasn’t allowed to accept visitors.” She squeaked, terror in her eyes. You watched as Luke leaned in impossibly close to the poor girl, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

“Are you aware who I am?”

“Y-Yes Mr. Hemmings, it’s just I don’t want to upset Mr. Riley. He gave me specific instructions not to let you in-”

“That’s bullshit. Tell me where she is.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked up to him. “Leave the poor girl alone.” You shot the receptionist a sympathetic look as you walked over to your new desk, Luke trailing closely behind.

“I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for weeks.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

“Well you found me.” You refused to meet his eyes, knowing that if you did you’d crack under his stare.

“Y/N don’t be like that.”

“I’ll be however I want.” You muttered as you sorted the papers in your hand.

“Y/N.” He said sternly and you couldn’t help but glance up at him. He looked haggard, like he hadn’t slept in awhile, his hair a mess and the dark circles under his eyes a dead giveaway.

“I have work to do Luke.”

“Yes you do. For me.”

“I told you I wasn’t coming back.”

“No, you said you didn’t want to be my assistant anymore.” His voice held a sly edge and you didn’t know if it worried you or excited you. Perhaps both. He handed you a sealed envelope, the stationery you had helped pick out for him a bitter reminder of better days. “Just take a look at this okay?” You wouldn’t take it. You always had been stubborn. Luke sighed, placing it on top of the papers you were using instead. “Promise me you’ll at least look at it before throwing it in the trash okay? And I know I don’t deserve to even ask you this, but will you meet me at our office-my office-” he begrudgingly corrected himself, “tonight at seven? After you’ve read the papers. You won’t regret it I promise.” He left the office without another word, leaving you to mull over what he had just presented to you.

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“Well are you going to open it?” Calum asked excitedly. You had come home almost immediately after Luke had left and had spent the rest of the day deciding if you were going to even open the thing let alone go and meet Luke.

“I don’t know!” You cried, throwing your hands in the air.

“I swear if you don’t open it I will.”

“Don’t you dare Cal.” You warned him as he snatched the envelope from the coffee table. “Calum!” You yelled.

“Here, I’ll do the hard part.” He laughed, ripping the seal off the envelope and yanking the paper out of it.

“Cal!” You groaned as he shoved the neatly typed document in your face.

“Read it. Put me out of my misery.”

You glared at him before taking the paper from his hands. With a deep breath, your eyes began scanning the letter. You had to read it twice to believe it.

“Oh my god.” You whispered, unable to process this unbelievable information.

“What?” Calum asked, attempting to read over your shoulder.

“I need to go.” You grabbed your jacket and rushed out the door.

“Go get him tiger!” Calum shouted after you as you made your way to meet the man who had just turned your life upside down for the second time.

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He wasn’t in his office when you got there, but there was a note on the door instructing you to meet him at the roof of the Hemmings building. With a huff you made your way to the staircase that would lead you to the up to where Luke would be waiting. You couldn’t believe what he had done and you were about to give him quite the talking to.

You pushed the steel door open to see him standing with his back to you, his signature crisp grey suit making him look even more broad than he was. His hands seemed to be fiddling with something, but you couldn’t quite tell what it was. Though at the sound of the steel doors slamming shut, he shoved the article in his pocket and turned to face you.

“You came.” He mumbled, a smile adorning his face at his small victory.

“Explain yourself.” You demanded, your eyebrows knit into a hard line as you approached him, waving the documents in his face.

“You don’t like my offer?”

“Of course I like it, but what I would like to know is what makes you want to make me the CFO of your company!”

Luke chuckled, his blue eyes sparkling. “Because you’re the best candidate for the job.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“No actually, I’ve been considering it ever since I met you. Well, since you started working for me I guess.”

“That’s bull, we both know there was only one thing on your mind when you hired me.”

“Alright, so maybe I had a funny way of showing it but I’m not lying to you. The current CFO is set to retire in a few months and even before all of this with you and me I was strongly considering having you shadow him so you could learn the ropes before taking over the position permanently. You’re smart and loyal and you know the inner workings of this company by heart. It only helps a little bit that I happen to be in love with you.” He gave you a sheepish smile as you eyed him warily, amazed at the amount of thought he had put into this. “Of course, you’ll have to report back to me for certain things still, but I promise I won’t make you pick up my dry cleaning.”

You let out a laugh, music to his ears. “So what do you say?”

“I’d be a fool to say no.” He grinned.

“That’s what I like to hear. We can go over the official documents tomorrow. Of course this will mean you get your own office, and a substantial pay raise, naturally.” He shrugged as your mouth fell open.

“Luke I don’t know what to say. Thank you. I promise I’ll do my best for this company.”

“As you always do.” He smiled, taking a step closer to you and reaching out to take your hand in his. You couldn’t deny, you loved the man standing in front of you. You loved him with all your being, despite the rocky start and you would do anything for him. Suddenly, he cleared his throat. “As happy as I am you’ve agreed to be my CFO, I have a more important question to ask you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m in love with you. I love you more than I ever thought I would ever love anything. Hell, I thought it would be me and the company for the rest of my life until you stumbled into my life. You’re smart, and confident, and unbelievably sexy, and you’re not afraid to put me in my place. Having to be without you for the last few weeks has been torture and I don’t ever want to be without you again. The bed feels empty and the place is too big for just one. I just…I just need you baby. And I love you so much, and so I was thinking…maybe we should get married.” You didn’t even have time to process his words before he was down on one knee in front of you, pulling out a beautiful diamond ring from the pocket of his slacks. “Baby I love you so much and you make me so happy. Do me the absolute honor. Marry me.”

You didn’t even have to think twice. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed as he rose from the ground and pulled you into his arms, lifting you off the ground and swinging you around before placing his lips gently on yours. He was smiling ear to ear and you wore one to match as he gently placed the gorgeous ring on your finger. “This looks just as beautiful on you as I knew it would, fiance.” He beamed, placing another kiss to your temple.

“I love you too you know? Just thought you should know.” You smiled happily up at him as you admired the ring on your finger.

“I already made appointments with a wedding planner. I figured we could start picking a date and location and cake and stuff, because I don’t want to wait to marry you.”

You laughed at his eagerness. “Just how confident were you that I was going to say yes?”

“It’s always good to plan for the best. I want nothing but the finest for you princess.”

“Good, because I’m really only marrying you for your money you know.” You teased and he let out a laugh.

“I’ll take delight in spoiling you.”

“Don’t you dare.”

He kissed you again, his hands grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him. He missed the feeling of you pressed against him and he couldn’t wake to take you home for killer makeup sex. But that would come later. Right now he just wanted to be disconnected and in the moment with you.

“Everyone’s going to hate this. People will talk.” You muttered.

“People always talk.” Luke scoffed. “You just ignore them and you focus on your own success. Besides, they know not to question my decisions or they lose their jobs. That’s what happened to that mole who was stealing passwords.”

“Yeah, who was that anyway?”You asked.

You gasped as he named one of the employees who had been gossiping about you the day you quit. He explained that they had hacked into your computer to try and frame you for leaking the secrets to Riley’s company.

“He thought he got away with it when you left, but I always find out where my employee’s loyalties lie.”

“Mine will always lie with you. You know that right?”

“Of course darling.” He smiled, kissing you again.

You couldn’t believe how things had panned out. Not only did you get exactly what you came here for, but you got a little something else as well. Things were perfect, and you could never ask for better.

“Alright Miss.CFO, we have work to do.”


FIN

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Masterlist

I wrote a thing. It’ll be the beginning of a bigger thing I havent figured out the title for, but here it is. Warnings for the fact that it’s Credence pov and that comes with a LOT of self hate and past abuse issues.

It’s meant as the start of a shippy fic, but this bit can be read either way.

He can feel it now, like he hadn’t before. Like a churning, dark mass of all the anger and pain he had ever felt forced into one place.

The thought occurred to him, once he found himself able to stand on human legs again, to let it take over for good. Let it wipe him away in the black power of it. Credence could take the whole city down before the witches could get him again. Burn it down around him and let it all end.

But it seems so pointless now.

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NCT U+Yuta, Hansol and Johnny Reaction when their crush fall sleep on their lap (Quando a paixão deles adormece no colo deles)

I love Johnny and Hansol please keep sending requests with them *-*

~Adm Rabbit~

Taeil: She is so cute! // Ela é tão fofa!

Originally posted by cihttaphon

Taeyong: … Y/N Did you saw this scene ? // …S/N Você viu essa cena?

Originally posted by isabelle-c-r

…Oh she slept! // …Oh ela dormiu!

Originally posted by once-u-jongin-u-never-jongout

Yuta:*You wake up on his lap* Sleep well? // *Voce acorda no colo dele* Dormiu bem?

Originally posted by smboys

Ten: I want to hug her, oh my god! // Eu quero abraça-lá, ai meu deus

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Jaehyun: *Don’t know what to do* // *Não sabe o que fazer*

Doyoung: She think that i’m a pillow? // Ela acha que eu sou um travesseiro?

Originally posted by yonges

Johnny:*The feels* // *Os sentimentos*

Originally posted by jesung

Hansol:*Watch you sleep instead of watching the movie* // *Assiste você dormindo ao invés de ver o filme*

Originally posted by ji-hansmol

Mark: *Still watching the movie and not even notice that you slept* // *Continua assistindo o filme e nem nota que você dormiu*

Originally posted by ten-ie

nightshadeandroses  asked:

What's your problem? Read my posts before making "triggered" comments next time. Most of the men in my family were in the military, and they all act with honor and dignity. Maybe you should be more conscious of others and know the whole situation before making comments.

That’s good for them, but surprise cupcake, not everyone is full of sunflowers and butterflies. I do what i want. Instead of making self victimizing posts on social media, how about you go seek a proper solution.

Financial aid, government assistance, payment plans with the medical facility, common sense, borrow money from your military family since they’re so honorable.

I don’t need to know the whole story when someone is using social media for gaining pitty out of their followers.

But of course, reject my reality and substitute it for your own fantasy land. Where you have to tag trigger warnings for people who force themselves into a friendzy after reading something. I know PTSD, and reading someone’s post bitching about their life’s problems isn’t going to set anyone off. That kind of nonsense comes from self manipulation, and overreacting. You can avoid that with a simple solution; to stop reading.

You can’t stop someone else touching you when you don’t expect it, you can’t stop police sirens, you can’t stop fireworks, you can’t stop a helicopter flying overhead, you can’t stop actions of others. But you sure as fuck can look the fuck away from words on a screen.

Tl;dr: nobody except other self victimizing snowflakes like you give a shit about your complaints.

Dylan O'Brien - Waiting Game (Part 2)

» warnings ; oral (female on male), cursing, overstimulation, daddy kink, choking.

» prompt ; in which you and your boss, dylan o'brien, continue your game of teasing throughout the next day at work.

» a/n ; i’m going to hell.

Waiting Game - Banks

| part one |


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anonymous asked:

Get a job lol stop begging on the internet and actually get a fucking job.

i cannot currently thats my main issue. i was injured in the car crash that i cannot work correcly on my own, its also why i have been asking for commisions since its the only work i can do currently until i can apply for disability and they help me find work i can preform while having a TBI 

im sorry to upset you. i just need a little help until i get the real help.
if you dont like me getting donations, why not simply commison me? then i can earn it without brining harm to myself or others. until a social worker can help me find a job outisde of my art, im pennieless. so either help me by giving me work, or ignore me instead of simply attacking a woman begging for help when it shames her to do it in the first place. im not exaclty proud of having to beg, even writing this is hearbreaking. but im hoping my fans and friends will assist. want me to work for it? give me some work

Beast Whisperer-Newt Scamander Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: Possible misinformation because I came, about, ten minutes late to the movie and it’s long.

Originally posted by elenarinya

    “Are hippogriffs as mean as I think they are?” Y/N asked in her thick London accent.

    Newt shook his head so vigorously, that Y/N thought it might pop off. “No, of course not. You just have to approach them correctly. If you do, they’re quite lovely.”

   “You say that about almost every creature we’ve come across, Newt.”

  No one could have predicted the friendship between shy, awkward Newt Scamander and bold, confident Y/N Y/L/N. However, they became as thick as thieves when they rode the train together to Hogwarts their first year and the fact that they got sorted into different houses—-Newt in Hufflepuff and Y/N in Gryffindor—-didn’t change a thing. Y/N would make time to hang out with him and learn more about magical creatures when she wasn’t at Quidditch practice or getting dragged to something by her Gryffindor friends. They were so close that people—-mostly Abraxas Malfoy and his cohorts—-spread rumors that the two were dating. It didn’t help that the two were currently in the barn past curfew, making notes on the occamy eggs with Professor Kettleburn’s permission.

   Newt flushed red. “Well, it’s true. The creatures aren’t as scary as other wizards make them out to be. Nothing is scary when you study it enough.”

   “Nothing is scary to me,” Y/N puffed her chest out jokingly, “I am a Gryffindor, after all.”

   Newt chuckled and continued making notes. “That’s your excuse for everything, right after being from London.”

   “Is not!”

   “Is too!”

    “Is not!”

    “Is too!” a high-pitch voice said, reverberating through Y/N’s mind.

    Y/N turned towards the eggs and smirked. “And just which one of you decided to speak up?”

    “Me!” the voice squeaked again.

     One of the eggs towards the back of the nest wiggled to identify itself and Y/N smiled. Two years ago, she discovered that she was an animancy, a witch who could communicate with animals verbally and mentally. Y/N had been terrified at first, but Newt helped her through it, encouraging her to see what she could do with it. Because of his encouragement, they learned a lot more about magical creatures and Y/N was grateful to be of more use to her friend besides being both his student and research partner. 

    “What is it saying?” Newt asked, eyes twinkling with curiosity.

    “It’s butting into our conversation.” 

    “Are they ready to see the world yet?” 

     “Yes!”  twelve different high-pitched voices echoed in Y/N’s head.

     “They’re extremely enthusiastic,” Y/N said.

     “Well, it’s almost time. Kettleburn said they were laid at exactly thirty past eleven last night.”

     “Great, I can’t wait to explore the magical world of occamies.”

     Three minutes past and one by one, the eggs hatched, revealing feathery blue creatures with bodies of snakes with the faces of peacocks. They were quite cute as they squealed and slithered around in their nest.

    “Who are you?”

    “Where is mum?”

    “Are you mum?” one of the occamies slithered over to Y/N and looked up at her with wide orange eyes.

    “No, I’m not your mum,” Y/N said, holding her hand out to the creature.

     The occamy immediately slithered into her grasp and coiled into her hand. Newt was focused on the little being and his eyes were filled with care and nurturing.

    “Is that mum?” it asked.

     “What did it say?” Newt asked.

   “Are you it’s mum,” Y/N answered with a smirk.

    “Yes,” Newt looked back at the creature, “I’m the mum.”
     The occamy squawked in delight. “Mum!”

    Y/N handed the occamy to Newt and felt her heart warm at the sight of the creature nuzzling Newt. He had no idea how adorable he was when he looked after the creatures Kettleburn allowed them to. Under no circumstances were Newt or Y/N allowed to go near Felix the Fwooper or Eli the Erumpent. Neither of them minded that much, though, since Newt always talked about becoming a magizoologist and collecting all the creatures in the wizarding world in order to conduct research on them and inform the magical community.

    “You’re going to be a great magizoologist one day,” Y/N said.

    Newt glanced up at Y/N. “You really think so?”

    Y/N nodded. “You are certainly the best man for the job.”

    “You would be my assistant, wouldn’t you? That is, if you don’t become some amazing Seeker for a real Quidditch team or become an auror in the Ministry,” Newt rambled.

     Y/N shook her head. “No, there’s no way I could be a professional Seeker and I’m barely passing Defense Against the Dark Arts now so a job in the Ministry is out of the question.” Y/N scratched the back of her head. “You really think that I could do those kinds of things?”

    Newt furrowed his brow. “Yes, of course. You’re an amazing witch, Y/N, and a unique one too.”

   “Yeah, I suppose not everyone can be an animancy.”

   “What?” 

    The two third years turned to see none other than Leta Lestrange standing in the doorway of the barn. She was in her Slytherin robes and had a curious expression on her face. The hairs on the back of Y/N’s neck stood at the fact that neither she nor Newt knew how long the girl had been standing there. How much had she heard? Never mind that, how much would it take to keep her quiet about Y/N’s animancy secret? 

   “What are you doing here? It’s past curfew,” Y/N said, taking a couple of steps towards the Slytherin girl.

   “I was just studying in the library.”

   “The barn is a long ways away from the library.”

   “I stepped outside and saw the lights and decided to check it out.” Leta peered over Y/N’s shoulder and her eyes lit up at the sight of the nest. “Occamy babies?”

    She rushed past Y/N to kneel in front of the nest, looking amazed by the small creatures. 

    “Who is this?”

    “Should we trust her?”

    “What does mum think?”

     The last occamy turned to look at Y/N and Y/N looked at Newt, who seemed fascinated by Leta. He never had that look on his face outside of when he learned something knew about a different beast and Y/N didn’t like it. 

    “Yes, only a few minutes old,” Newt said.

     “Their coloring is magnificent. I’ve actually seen purple ones before,” Leta muttered.

     “They want to know if they can trust her,” Y/N said, interrupting the moment between Newt and Leta. 

     Newt blinked and turned to Y/N. “What?”

     “The occamies want you, their mum, to confirm that they can trust Leta, a stranger.”

     “Of course, they can trust Leta.”

     Y/N shot a quick glare at Leta before marching over to Newt. “You do realize that this is the first full conversation we have ever had with Leta?”

    “Yes, but she seems…nice.”

    “If she seemed so nice, the majority of the school wouldn’t dislike her so much!”

    “The majority of the school doesn’t like me,” Newt argued quietly.

     “That’s for a different reason.” Y/N ran a hand through her long y/h/c hair. “People don’t like you because they think you’re weird and awkward. Leta’s got something…off about her.

    “What’s that supposed to mean?”

     “It means that I don’t trust her.”

     “She can’t be that bad if the occamies like her.” 

    Newt stared affectionately at Leta as she observed the occamies closely. Y/N wanted to continue arguing with Newt but knew after seeing him look at Leta like that, she wouldn’t win any argument with him. Plus, it hurt to see him look at someone like he really cared for them in such a short amount of time. But, Y/N was his mate and she wanted him to be happy. 

    She turned to the nest of occamies. “Mummy says you can trust Leta.”

    The occamies squealed and began slithering around Leta. She giggled a little and looked at Newt and Y/N. Newt blushed under her gaze while Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes.

    “Don’t worry, Y/N, your secret’s safe with me.”

    “Good.”

     But nothing was good after that night. Slowly but surely Leta began edging Y/N out of her friendship with Newt over the course of third year. It started with meeting to discuss different creatures without telling Y/N or having “private” meetings at the barn without her knowledge. Finally, Y/N decided that enough was enough and confronted Leta about it. Talking to Newt wouldn’t really solve anything since Newt was much to naive and enamored with Leta to see what she was doing. Y/N found Leta outside of the castle, taking notes on something. Y/N forced herself to remain calm as she approached the girl.

    “Did you and Newt discover a new beast?” she asked.

    “No, not lately,” Leta said as she looked up at Y/N with a small smile on her face. “It’s good to see you, Y/N.” 

   “We have three classes together.”

   “Oh, right. What did you want to talk to me about?”

   “You know exactly what I want to talk about. I want you to stop driving a wedge between me and Newt. He’s my best mate and I’m not going to let you ruin our friendship.”

    “I’m not driving a wedge between the two of you. Have you thought that maybe Newt chose me over you?”

    Y/N shook her head. “No, he would never do that.”
    “Maybe for once in your life you lost, Y/N. But it would make sense: with me, Newt had someone he doesn’t have to explain everything about a creature to. Instead, we can spend our time studying them and discussing them. You were just an assistant to him and I suppose you were friends once but you aren’t anymore.”

    Y/N’s blood boiled. She hated being spoken to like a child and she hated that Leta was implying that she was thick. She had half the mind to reach for her wand and practice a few spells from Defense Against the Dark Arts on Leta, but she was brave and not stupid. So, she made herself calm down.

    “You don’t get to decide that.”

    “You’re right; Newt already did. He hasn’t made any effort to get back into contact with you, has he? No, he’s been busy with me and the animals. Just do us both a favor and stay away from him—our research is important.”

    Her words stung but Y/N tried to ignore the stabbing feeling in her chest. “I am not going to let you do this without a fight.” 

    “Oh, you won’t fight me too hard or else everyone will know just why you get such high grades in Care of Magical Creatures.”

    With that, Y/N stiffened. She knew that she couldn’t trust Leta from the beginning and she wanted to strangle the girl, hex her, or just punch her. The last thing Y/N wanted was a bunch of Ministry wizards or wizard professors poking and prodding her for “research”. But she didn’t want Newt to think that she stopped caring about him because he really was one of the most important people in her life.

   “You’re not going to win this, Leta Lestrange, not by a long shot.”

   “Don’t you see, Y/N? Everyone wins in this arrangement. Without Newt, your social stock will rise, you’ll be able to focus on being Gryffindor’s Seeker, and you can spend more time with your Gryffindor friends.”

   “You’re real messed up if you think that’s all I care about.”

    With that, Y/N turned on her heel and walked away from Leta and Newt. For the next two years, Y/N was limited to passing glances and waves in the hall. Leta and Newt were always together and became the resident outcasts of the school. Y/N wanted to rip out Leta’s hair every time she saw her but she managed to resist every time. She hated it but she ended up doing exactly as Leta predicted: she became Gryffindor’s champion Seeker since they were the winning Quidditch team her fourth and fifth years and spending time with her mates in her house made her much more popular at Hogwarts. In fact, it partially led to her dating Abraxas Malfoy in fifth year. Over the years, he became much more tolerable so when he asked her to Yule Ball, Y/N didn’t reject it. Her friends and the rest of the female population at Hogwarts was jealous, but Y/N didn’t care. She only cared about what Newt thought and whenever he saw her after news broke out about her and Abraxas, he seemed sad, which made her sad. The only good thing that came out of it was they had their first full conversation in years during Yule Ball.

     Y/N looked like a princess in her floor-length, fiery orange ball gown and her hair twisted into a fancy updo thanks to Clair Fairworth, who was dancing with her Ravenclaw date. Unfortunately, Y/N felt like death warmed up since she was sick but she didn’t want to miss out on Yule Ball. So, she choked down whatever medicine the nurse gave her and went to the Ball. Everything was so beautiful, sparkling, and white that it made her smile a little bit. Y/N dreamed of going to the Yule Ball ever since she was four years-old and she always thought she would go with her prince. Sadly, Y/N’s prince was held captive by an evil witch, but Y/N would figure something out. She held the skirt of her gown as she descended down the steps to meet Abraxas, who looked handsome in his onyx suit and his white hair smoothed back.

    “Y/N, you look lovely.” He kissed her cheek.

    “Thanks, Abraxas. You look lovely as well.” 

     They began walking through the large, decorated space, greeting friends here and there. Suddenly, Y/N noticed a familiar boy sitting at a table by himself. He was wearing a navy suit and looked a bit sad as he ran his hands through his light brown hair.

     “Newt,” Y/N whispered.

     Even though Abraxas had become a much more tolerable person, she wanted to speak with Newt alone. So, she had to get rid of him.

    Y/N turned to Abraxas and smiled sweetly. “Abraxas, can you get me some punch?” 

   “Sure.”

   Once Abraxas walked away, Y/N tried to remain calm as she walked over to Newt. The closer she got, the harder her heart pounded. She needed to relax, Newt was an old friend, a familiar friend.

   “Come here alone?” Y/N asked.

   Newt looked up slowly, green eyes widening as he took in Y/N’s form. “Y/N, you look…wow.”

   Y/N laughed a little. “You look wow yourself.” She coughed a little and smiled. 

  “Are you all right?” Newt stood and immediately began looking her over.

   “Yes, just a bit of a cold is all, but I couldn’t miss Yule Ball. You didn’t answer my question.”

   Newt scratched the back of his head. “Oh, yes, I came alone.”

  “I thought Leta would enjoy having you all to herself.”

  “She hates dances. She wanted to do more research at the barn.” 

  “Committed one, isn’t she?”

  “Yes.” Newt glanced at Y/N again. “I heard you came with Abraxas.”

   “Yes, he asked me last week.”

   “I thought you hated him.”

   “With time, everyone changes for better or worse and Abraxas got better.”
   Newt looked down at his shiny black shoes. “Do you like him?”
   “I suppose.”

   “You shouldn’t be so unclear about your feelings towards someone who’s your date.”

   “Well, things aren’t always so clear.”

   “Like what happened between us?”

   Y/N hesitated but nodded. “Yes.”

   “Why did you leave me…I mean, leave me and the creatures? We were doing so well and then you just left.”

   “It’s much more complicated than that. Besides, Leta is doing a good job as my replacement. You probably can talk for hours with her about the coloring of hippogriffs or the proper way to handle nundus.”

   “Leta is a nice person to bounce ideas off of but she’s different.”

   “In a good way?”

    Then, Newt looked at her in a way that she knew meant “no”. Y/N couldn’t read people’s minds but she came really close when it came to Newt. She wanted to tell him everything and how much she missed being with him and talking with the different beasts.

   “I got your punch.” Abraxas wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist as he handed her the punch. 

   “Thanks.”

   “Hello, Abraxas,” Newt muttered.

   “Newt, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you around. Are you really sneaking around with Leta Lestrange now?”

   “We aren’t sneaking around. We make no effort to hide ourselves from anyone and all we’re doing is studying different creatures.”

   “Oh, well, isn’t it funny how it used to be you two that were always sneaking around? I used to think that Y/N would hex someone who would try to separate the two of you.”

   “We didn’t sneak around, Abraxas,” Newt repeated.

   “Everyone knew we hung out,” Y/N said.

   She quickly downed her punch, the sting down her throat alerting her that the punch would help numb her feelings. She set the cup on a nearby table and allowed Abraxas to pull her in for a dance. She and Newt didn’t speak again for the rest of the night, but she did catch him staring at her and Abraxas forlornly. Y/N was ashamed that Leta was still threatening even though she wasn’t present. She should’ve told Newt everything, but she didn’t. She wouldn’t until long after the incident and after she graduated from Hogwarts. In fact, it was thanks to Y/N that the student wasn’t hurt by the jarvey. 

    She had been fast asleep when she heard snarling. It wasn’t until she jolted awake that she realized the snarling was in her head.

   “Blood smells good. Heart beating fast. Must…feast.”  The words were raspy and quick in her mind, but the voice sounded vaguely familiar.

    Something bad was about to happen and Y/N had to do her best to stop it. So, she quickly got up and changed into some warm clothes before sneaking out of her dorm. She managed to get past the Fat Lady quietly before listening to the bloodthirsty thoughts in her mind.

    “Where are you?” Y/N thought back. 

    “Who is this?” the thing snarled back.

    “Y/N, I am a friend.”

    “Must…feast. Master says I must.”

    Master? Leta.

    Y/N heard that Leta was getting weirder and wilder with her experiments on the creatures and she had done something to the one communicating with Y/N. She had to find them!
    Y/N raced outside the castle and ran to the barn as quickly as she could. The other animals were asleep but Y/N’s entrance had woken up a baby mooncalf.

   “Sorry to wake you up, but do you know where Leta went?” Y/N asked.

   The mooncalf’s eyes widened at the sound of Leta’s name. “She…she left with Harry a long time ago. I think they were headed closer to the school.”

   “Thank you so much,” Y/N whispered. “Go back to sleep.”

   She kissed the mooncalf on top of its head before sprinting back outside. She grabbed her wand and muttered a locating spell with Harry the jarvey on her mind. She felt sick thinking about what Leta’s experiment had warped him into. Harry was such a sweet little thing and Leta had ruined him.

    Y/N followed the directions the locator spell gave her until she found Leta, staring wide eyed at the massive animal as it stalked towards a poor second year Ravenclaw.  

    “Its fear smells so good,” Harry rasped in Y/N’s mind.

    “Harry, stop!” Y/N ran over to stand near Leta.  

    “What are you doing?” Leta demanded. “It’s going perfectly fine.”

    Harry turned slightly to look at Y/N. “Who are you and how can you understand me?” 

    “I’m Y/N, remember? Newt and I helped you when you got sick during second year and we stayed with you all night,” Y/N said. “Harry, you don’t want to do this. This kid didn’t do anything to hurt you.”

    “I need to see how the potion properly effects him,Y/N, and you’re interfering!” Leta hissed.

    “I don’t remember,” Harry said.

    “Don’t I look familiar? No one else can talk to you the way that I do. Master doesn’t love you the way Newt and I do. Bloody hell, no one can love creatures as much as Newt Scamander does. He wouldn’t want you to hurt anyone.”

    Leta shoved Y/N and she stumbled forward. “You’re ruining everything!”

    Y/N turned to Leta, eyes ablaze with anger. “No, you’re doing that yourself. How could you do this to sweet little Harry? Now, stop distracting me before some real damage is done.” Y/N whirled around to look at Harry. 

    Harry looked a little calmer but he was still wild. “I’m so hungry.” 

    “Great, we can feed you back at the barn.” Y/N sighed before slowly extending her hand towards him. “Come on, Harry.”

    Harry stared at her hand and when he stepped towards her, Leta screamed something Y/N didn’t understand. Immediately, Harry snarled, whirled around, and charged at the Ravenclaw kid. Quickly, Y/N grabbed her wand and pointed it at Harry.

    “Stupefy!” she screamed.

    Harry fainted in mid-flight and landed on the grassy floor. Y/N slipped her wand in her pocket and ran her hand over the creature’s furry back.

    “You ruined everything, Y/N, everything! I was about to have a real breakthrough with that jarvey and you just had to spoil it!” Leta snapped.

   Y/N slowly stood and turned to the stunned Ravenclaw kid. “What’s your name?”

   “Louis,” he whispered. 

   “Go back inside, Louis and notify the nearest prefect of what just happened,” Y/N said.

    Louis nodded before scurrying away. 

    Y/N narrowed her eyes at Leta. “You realize that you could’ve killed that boy if it weren’t for me? You forced me to cast a spell on poor, sweet Harry! You went too far, Leta.”

   Leta straightened up and smirked. “No, you did. Louis is going to tell whoever everything, which means that everyone will know exactly what kind of witch you are.”

   “If everyone knowing that I can talk to animals is collateral damage for keeping you away from those creatures and putting others in harms way, so be it.” Y/N stepped closer to Leta. “You can’t scare me anymore because I don’t care what you do.”

    “What happened out here?” Newt was running towards the two of them. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the limp Harry in Y/N’s arms. “What have you done?”
    “Have I done?” Y/N looked at Newt. “Ask your best mate Leta Lestrange exactly what she has done so that this,” Y/N gestured to the animal on the ground, “happened.”
   Newt turned to Leta. “Leta…”

   Leta sighed. “My experiment with the potion, though completely controlled, got a little out of hand. Y/N stepped in when Harry went wild on a second year—who shouldn’t be outside Hogwarts at this time of night.”

  Newt ran his hands through his hair. “I thought we agreed that we wouldn’t mix magic with the creatures. It’s too dangerous.”

   “It was for the sake of enlightenment, Newt. We both want that.”

    “Not like this, Leta.” Newt turned and walked over to Y/N. “You used the stupefy spell?”

   “Yes, but only to stun him. He should be up in an hour or two,” Y/N muttered.

   “The effect should wear off by then,” Leta said.

    Newt and Y/N carried Harry back to the barn in silence. The tension in the air was thick and nervous since the three of them knew that there was going to be a lot of trouble for them the next day. Y/N couldn’t be happy that she was alone with Newt again with that thought hanging over her head. After they placed Harry back in his habitat, Newt sat down on one of the old couches.

    “Are you going to wait up for him?” Y/N asked.

    “Yes.” 

    “Do you mind if I wait with you?”

    “Not at all.”

     Y/N didn’t know how much time had passed before Newt broke the silence between them.

    “Thank you for intervening,” Newt said. 

     “You would’ve done the same thing,” Y/N said.

     “I was too late. I only came out when I heard Louis screaming a jarvey attacking him. You heard him thinking, didn’t you?”

     “Yes, but I didn’t realize it was Harry until a mooncalf told me.”

    “I should’ve been firmer with Leta about her experiments. They were harmless at first, but they have gotten out of hand. I’m glad you were there tonight.”

   “Thanks, hopefully, Headmaster is happy too.”

    “Hmm.”

    They didn’t talk for the rest of the night.

     Of course, Hogwarts was abuzz with the news of what had happened that night and the fact that Leta, Newt, and Y/N had to meet with the headmaster. Newt did the unthinkable and took the blame for everything, crediting Y/N with haulting anymore damage. Even though Dumbledore argued aggressively against it, Newton Scamander was expelled during his sixth year at Hogwarts. Leta did nothing to stop it and part of Y/N snapped. It was one thing to see Newt and have limited interactions with him but it was another thing not to be able to see him at all. She was an absolute wreck in her room when it happened and she didn’t know how long she had been crying when someone knocked on her door.

    “Make them go away,” she whispered.

    Clair rubbed her back and sent Olivia Bartsmouth to answer the door.

    “May I please speak to Y/N? It’s urgent,” Newt said in a tone barely above a whisper.

     “I don’t know if she’s ready to see you,” Olivia said.

     Y/N sat up and dried off her face. “It’s fine, Liv.” She hopped off the bed and got an encouraging smile from Clair before greeting Newt at the door. “What do you want?”

     “Would you mind seeing me to the train?”

     “Not at all. Just let me grab my coat.”

     Y/N turned around and raised her eyebrows at Olivia and Clair.  The two girls had known all about Y/N fancying Newt since second year but were loyal enough not to say anything. So they held in their squeals as best as they could as Y/N threw on her favorite wool coat before accompanying Newt on his trip back to the train.

    “I can’t believe this,” Y/N said. 

    “My expulsion? Me neither. I never thought this would happen to me.”

    “This isn’t right. You should’ve let Leta take the fall since it was her fault.”

    “I couldn’t…I couldn’t let her do something like that. She needs a chance to get better.”

    “Of course you couldn’t do something like that, you’re Newt Scamander. You’re sweet to a fault.” Y/N rocked a little as they waited for the train. “So, do you have any plans?”

    “A friend got me an interview with the Ministry of Magic,” Newt said. “It’s a steady and promising job.”

    “Do us both a favor and don’t give up on magizoology. You’ll be the most famous one in the world,” Y/N said.

    “Of course, but I will need an assistant.” Newt smiled at her and Y/N cocked her head.

    “Really? Me? But, I thought that job was gone after the whole—”

    “I meant what I said back in third year. I want you to be my assistant because you’re talented with the creatures and you know them in a way I never will. I’ve always admired that about you among other things.” Newt flushed bright red when he realized what he said and scratched the back of his head.

    Y/N grinned when he got flustered. She loved when she made him feel flustered. “What other things?”

    “Hmmm?”

    “What other things do you admire about me?”

    “Um, lots of things. You’re smarter than you let on, you’re the bravest person I know, kind, resilient, and strong. Plus, I think,” Newt hesitated.

    Y/N leaned forward a little. “You think what, Newt? You can tell me, we are best mates, after all.”

    Newt looked up at her and grinned. “We are?”

   “Nothing can change that. Now, finish your thought.”

   Newt shifted his weight from side to side before finally saying, “I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. I understand why so many boys were flirting with you at school, but I don’t understand why you wanted to be my friend. I’m me and you’re so perfect, but I suppose you realized that and that’s why you left.”

    Tears stung at Y/N’s eyes again and she shook her head. The train was coming close but Y/N didn’t care. She wasn’t going to let Newt get on that train thinking that she didn’t love him too.

    “That’s not it at all,” Y/N said. “I left because…because someone threatened to do something awful if I didn’t.”

    Newt frowned. “What? Who? Tell me all of this right now.” 

    The train stopped in front of them, the whistle blaring. By the expression on Newt’s face, he had no issue missing this train.

    “Get on the train, please, Newt. I will explain everything to you once school’s over, I promise.” 

    “If you think that’s best then I will wait to be hearing from you in the summer.”

   “Okay.” Y/N kissed his cheek. “Goodbye, Newt.”

   “I will owl you as soon as I can.” 

   Y/N nodded and sent him off, feeling slightly freer than she had before. She knew that Newt loved her back now and she didn’t care what else happened. It was that thought that kept her from exacting her revenge on Leta during seventh year. She was glad to see Newt surviving in his Ministry of Magic job but there was no way she could hang out behind a desk all day. So, she spent most of her time after her graduation exploring what the wizarding world had to offer and learning about exotic magical animals along the way. On accident, Y/N found out she could communicate with muggle animals as well which was delighting even though Y/N never spent much time around them. When she returned from her trip, she found Newt waiting for her in her family’s parlor room.

   “Newton Scamander, what are you doing in my house?” Y/N teased.

   “You owled me saying that you were coming home today and I wanted to see you. Your mother let me in,” Newt said.

   “She always did like you.” Y/N hugged Newt and he smelled the same way he used to and it was pleasant to all of her senses.

   “I missed you,” Newt whispered into her hair.

   “I missed you too.” 

    When they pulled away, they pulled away at the distance perfect for a kiss. Of course, neither of them made a move to make their relationship something more after Newt’s confession at the train and even though they knew something was there, something was stopping them both. But now, with Newt staring into Y/N’s eyes, she couldn’t resist anymore.

   “Did you see any interesting beasts on your trip?” Newt asked.

   “Yes,” Y/N whispered. “Loads.”

   “How would you feel about going around and documenting some with me? I’ve been given the most stupendous opportunity and—”

   Y/N closed the gap between them, pressing her soft lips against his. She knew she jumped the gun but she couldn’t handle him rambling any longer. He timidly kissed her back and she grinned into the kiss before pulling away.

   “You always talk so much at the worst times, but it’s one of the things I love about you,” Y/N said.

   “Um, well, I suppose I’ll have to work on that. Wait, you said love?” Newt asked.

   Y/N nodded. “There’s a whole list of things but I shouldn’t go into them now, I interrupted you.”

   “Augustus Worme wants me to write a book about magical creatures and seeing as you are experienced with the more exotic ones, I thought that you’d might like to help me,” Newt said quickly.

   “Of course I’ll help you!” Y/N exclaimed. She pulled away and clapped. “That’s amazing, Newt, when do you have to leave?”

    “After I finish documenting and observing all the local creatures, which shouldn’t be hard,” Newt said.

    “Oh, good.” She bit her bottom lip, still tingling from the fact she had just kissed her best mate. 

   “Now, what else do you love about me?” Newt asked slowly.

   “Your passion for animals, the way you care for creatures, your curiosity, your kindness, your intelligence, everything really. I suppose you could say I’m in love with you.”

   “Well, that’s too bad because I’m definitely in love with you,” Newt said confidently.

   He slowly pulled Y/N back into his arms with the most serious expression on his face. For the first time, Y/N couldn’t guess what he was thinking and it was exciting for her. She knew that her best mate fancied her too and it was the best feeling in the world. He kissed her slowly and passionately this time and it was so intense that when he pulled away, she felt dazed.

  “Wow,” Y/N said.

  “Yeah.” He rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand. “You know, I also had an interesting idea for a chapter, if you’re open to it.”

   “Sure.”

   “What do you think of ‘The Beast Whisperer’?” 

  “I think it sounds like a chapter to one of the finest magizoology books in the wizard world.”

Inked.

The GPS on my phone may have been what was supposed to help me through these unfamiliar streets but it was doing a terrible job of showing me in the right direction. It seemed I had been rerouted a few times now as I trotted up and down the streets that all seemed to look the same now. The buildings were the same colors and I could barely identify the numbers on them now.

Maybe it was a sign for me to turn around and return back to my dormitory or maybe it was just a sign from above that I should really consider what the hell it was I was about to do.

I stared down at my blank arm, symbolizing its inkless, tattoo-free status.

For now.

I had plans to change that and though I knew my parents would freak out as soon as they knew I planned on tattooing my ink-free skin forever, I was more than excited to see the small picture in my phone come to life on my body.

Being in London meant new adventures right? I was supposed to step out of my comfort zone and do things a bit differently than I would back home. I was studying abroad with some of my university classmates for the summer and so far, I had watched everyone trot off and do these adventurous things on their own while I stuck myself in my bedroom channel surfing.

It was time for a change. It was time for me to grow up and what better way to do that than to get a tattoo I had been marveling at for a year.

It was simple really. Just a blossoming flower with a hell of a detail to it. It was gorgeous, it was vibrant. It was exactly what I wanted to see on my body for the rest of my life and with the address to what was a highly recommended tattoo shop in the area according to the net and some locals, I was only streets away from starting the process of getting that etched into my skin.

I continued to follow the map’s directions, this time watching a bit more closely to make sure I made the right turn at the right time. After a few moments, I had arrived to my destination or at least what was the destination according to my phone but the building that was supposed to be a tattoo parlor looked nothing of the sort.

The outside of it didn’t even have a sign. There was just a dark look, the entrance not easily seen but I decided to push it open anyway. A bell chimed above my head as I called out into the open space. “Hello? Is anyone here?”

It looked like an abandoned room but it was neat. There was a large, tall desk set off in the counter like a reception area but that was all the furniture inside. The walls were painted a fresh white and straight ahead was a hallway. It may have been smart for me to just turn around but against my better judgment, I continued my journey inside and towards the hallway. The closer I got, the easier it was to hear the sounds of what resembled a hip hop song beating through the floor and a few muffled voices intertwined.

My feet carried me forward until I was rounding a corner, now staring at a room that looked much more like an entrance to a tattoo shop than the one I had just left out of. There were a few people buzzing about, some of them in the middle of laughter, one woman twisting her body in front of the mirror to stare at the fresh ink running down the side of her stomach and a dark haired woman with two long pigtails sitting behind a desk and popping her bubble gum between her lips.

I was so out of my element because while everyone else seemed relaxed, I was tense just thinking about a needle touching my skin. Realizing how awkward I looked just standing there, I began to move towards the woman sitting at the desk. “Hi.”

My sudden greeting must have went unheard because she hadn’t even looked up to greet me back, instead just staring down at her phone until I repeated myself. “Uh hello. I’m here to get a tattoo?”

“Then you’ve come to the right place. What time is your appointment?”

“I actually don’t have one. I was hoping maybe someone was free to do it?”

“So you’re just going to walk in and let any old person do your tattoo?”

“Well…”

The sound of a loud man seemingly addressing me from behind caused me to turn around. “Wally’s free. I can take you back there if you want?”

He was familiar and I was easily able to place his name once the woman at the desk spoke it for me. “Hector, when are you going to realize that you don’t work here? Let me do my job.”

Instead of addressing her, he smiled towards me and held out his hand for me to shake. “Hi. I’m Hector, part-time footballer, part-time tattoo parlor assistant. I can show you back if you want?” He pointed in the area behind him where I assumed the various tattoo rooms were. Suddenly trusting this man who was technically a stranger to me, I nodded and let him lead the way.

“So what are you trying to get done?” he questioned as he continued to walk infront of me.

“I just want a tattoo of this flower.”

“A flower?” he chuckled, briefly looking at me over his shoulder.

“It’s not as simple as it sounds.”

“Are you sure because it sounds pretty simple?”

I let my eyes run down his exposed arms to take in the look of his own tattoos. “Yours don’t seem all that complex.”

“I would redo some of them if I could. They’re okay though.” He took a moment to observe his arm before shrugging off my statement. I figured there may come a day where I would regret my tattoo as well but for now it was all I wanted and exactly what I wanted. Nothing could talk me out of that.

“Aye, Wally!” Hector made a turn into one of the open doors and instinctively, I followed behind. There was a man seated and hunched over a paper I figured he was drawing something on until he noticed he had company, looking up at Hector first. “What?”

“Someone wants a tattoo. Figured I’d give her to you.” He reached behind him to lace his arm behind my back and urge me forward.

“Do you know what you want?”

I gave a soft nod before pulling my phone out of my pocket to pull out a picture. “It’s simple really.”

“Too easy,” Hector added in.

“Is this your first tattoo?”

I nodded.

“Sheesh. You sure you wanna do this? I can be a bit rough with the needle,” Wally chuckled.

“I can take it.”

“Tough. I like it. Maybe Hector over here will stay and hold your hand,” he said before nodding towards Hector who simply gave me a small smile. “If you want me to stay I can. I just wanna see what this thing will look like.”

“Um…sure?” I began walking over to the chair, trying my best to relax against the cool leather and looking down at my arm which was soon to no longer look the same.

Hector took a seat on the stool next to me though he opted not to grab onto my hand. Instead he reached over and grabbed for the glasses on my face. “Relax. You’re in good hands. He did all of my tattoos.”

“I’m not sure that makes me feel any better,” I joked which got a short laugh out of them both.

“Do I make you feel any better?”

“Mmm, maybe.”

Hector’s smile grew wider. “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”

The Singer & The Assistant

Based Off of the Request:can you write one where Patrick gets a Personal Assistant on tour & he ends up falling in love with her but is too shy to ask her out even though everyone (but the reader) can tell he likes her??

Author’s Note: This one is a bit long, also it’s my first time writing from Patrick’s POV, so let me know what you guys think! <3

And thanks for 600 followers, I love you all <3

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(Y/N)’s POV

“So how is it?” Angie asks eagerly, leaning toward the camera

“It’s actually amazing, I’m having so much fun!” I say excitedly, “ And it’s not hard at all. Like I don’t even think Patrick wanted an assistant in the first place”

“What do you mean?” she asks, scrunching her eyebrows together

“I don’t know he just like hardly ever asks me to do anything for him, even when he’s busy. It took him two whole days just to ask me to grab him a coffee”

“Hmm well he’s always called the polite one right? I guess there’s a reason. Oh speaking of, how are all of the guys, in real life? Do they live up to their reputations?”

“I mean yes, but they are so much more too” I say almost immediately

“What do you mean?” she asks, confused.

“Like the reputations stand but that’s not the only part of their personality. Joe for example, is definitely funny, and um, laid back a lot of the time, but he’s also super competitive. The guys were playing MarioKart one night and oh my god he was completely energized, screaming and yelling every time something happened. Pete, on the other hand is crazy and fun,but also incredibly smart. I was reading for that online philosophy class, he noticed and we had an entire discussion about Marxism. Andy is quiet and usually in the background, but insanely protective of everyone- some paparazzi person grabbed my arm to ask about Patrick and he was livid, yelling at the guy and telling him to back off, before turning to make sure I’m okay. And, Patrick, I mean I’ve obviously been pretty much by his side non stop for three weeks now, so I’ve definitely learned the most about him.”

“And?” she interrupts me, impatiently, “What’s he like? Is he polite and shy like everyone says? Or completely different?

“He’s definitely, like, the nicest person I’ve ever met, and he blushes at the blink of an eye. He knows so much about music, and always helps everyone else before helping himself.  All in all he’s pretty amazing, and he also has an amazing sense of humor,” I practically gush, “ I think he’s dropped the best comebacks that I’ve seen, especially compared to-” I end mid sentence as I see Angie’s face change, she moves from rapt attention to my words, to staring over my shoulder, eyes and mouth wide open. “And from that,” I continue” I’m guessing he’s also right behind me”

“Guilty, sorry- I didn’t mean to eavesdrop” Patrick says as he walks up to my side, standing next to the couch I’m sitting on.

“No problem. This is my friend Angie, she’s, uh, a huge fan of the band and of you, if you hadn’t noticed” I tell him, trying not to laugh at Angie’s expression. On the screen, she blushes and looks away.

“Nice to meet you Angie, I’m Patrick” Patrick says, smiling at the screen. Angie continues blushing, but says hello.

“Hey, if you want, you could come and hang out with (Y/N) one day on tour, meet the rest of the guys, if we’re going to be around where you live, that is.” Patrick offers, and I swear Angie is about to faint. Laughing, I tell Angie I have to go and shut the laptop.

PATRICK’S POV

My heart’s still pounding from what (Y/N) said about me. Truthfully, I probably shouldn’t have been listening to her conversation. But once I heard her talking about the guys, I couldn’t help it, the flare of jealousy that flamed up wouldnt let me walk away. I know she only sees me as a boss, or hopefully her friend, but what she said about me still gives me hope.

Hearing her laugh and seeing her smile has the ridiculous power of making me forget all of my worries. I originally came to find her so she could grab me a coffee or an energy drink so I can stay up all night, but all I want now is to sit and talk to her for hours, just like we did the first week she was here.  So I sit on the couch and ask her more about her life.          

“So who’s Angie? Is she from your hometown?” I ask.

“Yeah actually, we’ve been friends since middle school believe it or not- we came from a pretty small town” she explains, “ We keep in touch as much as possible, but today was the first time I’d talked to her in at least a month. I’ve grown apart from most of my other friends already” she finishes, sadly.

The twinge of sadness in her voice makes me want to wrap my arms around her, and reassure her, but I remind myself I can’t do that, so instead I just say seated.

“Well you know, I was going to work on writing, but the guys are all heading to the after party at that club down the street, we could join them, if you want” I offer, relieved when she smiles.

“Really? Do you think they’ll mind If I come?” She asks, nervously

“(Y/N) We’ve told you time and time again we actually like hanging out with you - we see you as a friend, not an assistant” I reassure her, placing my hands on her shoulder.

She beams up at me, “ In that case, yes, I would love to go! Let me just go change”

I chuckle at her excitement and watches as she races to get ready, and decide I should probably do the same.

Fifteen minutes later, I’m dressed in my favorite black skinny jeans, a blue button up,and my black fedora, as I stand waiting for (Y/N) to finish her hair or makeup or something.

After a few more minutes, she enters the room- and I’m speechless. She wears a shimmery blue dress that falls to her mid thigh, with black heels that make her legs look endless- even though she’s shorter than I am. I gape at her for a few seconds, unable to form and coherent thoughts, let alone words.

She blushes, but lets out a nervous laugh, “So, are you ready to go?” she asks.

“Uh, yeah, right after you” I say, holding open the door and mentally kicking myself for stuttering.

(Y/N)’s POV

I rub my arms as we walk along the sidewalk- I really should have brought a jacket. It isn’t that far, I can see the lit up sign fro the club at the end of the street, but i’m shivering. Patrick glances at me worriedly

“Oh no, are you cold?” he asks, concerned.

“A little but I’m alright” I answer.

“I would give you my jacket, but I didn’t bring one either, I’m sorry” he says apologetically

“You don’t have to apologize for something that isn’t your fault, and don’t worry I’ll be fine”

“I could, uh, put my arm around you” He says quietly, “I mean only if that’s okay with you of course” he finishes quickly.

I giggle at his politeness, “ That sound perfect actually, thank you”

Patrick smiles, and tucks me under his arm. As we finish the walk to the club entrance, I can’t help but hope that Patrick leaves his arm there, preferably forever, but as soon as the thought escapes I crush it back down. I’ve had to remind myself almost everyday since I got this job, that Patrick is a celebrity, a rock star, and I’m his assistant, nothing more, no matter how much I wish I could change it. Yet when he pulls his arm away as we reach the door, I still feel the disappointment that follows.

We slip into the club, skipping the line, and go and find the other guys. As we walk up to their table, Pete whistles and raises his eyebrows at me, and I can’t help but blush. We sit down around their booth, but then Joe announces he’s grabbing drinks, and invites me with him. I agree and ask Patrick and Pete if they want anything. They both say yes, but Pete is sharing a mischievous look with Joe, and also smirking at Patrick, and I’m so distracted I hardly hear as Joe calls my name. I look between Joe, Pete, and a very confused looking Patrick before giving up trying to figure out what Pete is up to, and following Joe. As we walk toward the bar, Joe starts talking.

“So, how do you like Patrick?” he asks

“Um, he’s great, actually. A good guy and definitely the best boss I’ve ever had.” I respond, warily.

“Oh,” Joe says, “so you don’t see him as anything more than a friend?”

“I-uh. what do you mean?” I respond, too quickly, eliciting a grin from Joe.

“I knew it!” he cheers, “You do like him!”

“Okay, yes I do,” I admit, “but you can’t tell anyone, especially not him, alright?”

“Why not? You know he likes you too, right?” he responds, dropping that bomb like it’s basic knowledge.

I drop my mouth open in shock, before letting out a laugh, “Yeah right, you’re funny,like Patrick would ever like me”

Joe looks at me seriously, almost confused “ I’m not kidding, (Y/N). He basically worships your every step, haven’t you noticed?”

“No, you must be wrong” I respond, now irritated,  “And I don’t appreciate you messing with me like that” I finish angrily, grabbing mine and Patrick’s drink and leaving Joe at the bar. I hear him call my name, but I ignore it.

PATRICK’S POV

As I watch (Y/N) walk away with Joe, I can practically hear Pete’s grin growing beside me.

“What?” I say, turning and raising my eyebrows at him,

“I saw your arm around her, does that mean you told her?” he asks eagerly, and Andy leans toward us to listen too.
I know exactly what he’s talking about, but I decide playing stupid might be for the better, “Tell her what?”

“You know…” Pete says with a smirk, “that you are totally and completely in love with her”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about” I lie again,”I’ve barely known her for three weeks” I’m panicking slightly. I love Pete obviously but he gets a little tooinvolved in my life sometimes

“And you had a crush on her from the first moment you talked to her” Andy throws in. I let out an exasperated sigh.

“We know you like her,” Pete starts, “the question is, what are you going to do about it?”

“Okay fine, i’ll admit it, I like her, but I’m not going to do anything about it! She doesn’t like me, she just sees me as her boss okay?” I give in

“If she saw you as only her boss she wouldn’t be walking around in that dress looking drop dead gorgeous. Now,” he practically yells at me, “she likes you, you like her now GO ASK HER OUT”

This time he does yell, all but shoving me to the floor. I stand up from the booth and glare at him and Andy, just as (Y/N) comes up behind me.

“Here Patrick, I got your drink” she says, handing me a glass. I throw a glare over my shoulder as Pete and Andy snicker.

I can feel myself blushing as I try and force myself to ask her,

“So, (Y/N), would you-” I’m cut off of my awkward stumbling phrase when the DJ starts talking, cutting through the music.

“We’re going to slow it down for just a minute here, so ladies grab your man and head to the floor” the DJ yells out. The opening notes from Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud starts, and (Y/N) gasps

“Oh my god! This is one of my favorite songs, can we dance, please Patrick?” she asks me excitedly

I agree, grabbing our drinks and setting them on the table, flipping off Andy, Pete and now Joe who are all throwing thumbs up to me. As I turn back around, (Y/N) grabs my hand and pulls me to the floor.

(Y/N)’s POV

I’m such an idiot. I dragged Patrick onto the dance floor with the same excitement level of a six year old going to Disneyland, and now, four inches away from Patrick’s face, I’m reminded of how awkward I am.

“Sorry I dragged you out here,” I say to him, “ I just absolutely love this song,”

“It’s okay,” he replies smiling, “I love this one too”

I smile back at him, and for a moment it’s just us and the music, swaying.

“You look beautiful tonight (Y/N)” Patrick says, staring into my eyes, immediately eliciting a blush from me.

“Thank you, Trick, you look great too” I respond, biting my lip.

“So, uh, the guys seem to have and idea” he starts.

“Oh yea, and what’s that” I ask suspiciously.

“They seem to think you might like me - as more than just a friend that is” he says, searching my eyes for a reaction.

“Oh, really?” I reply, trying to cover my internal panic and inevitable embarrassment, “ and, uh, what do you think about that?”

“Well I was thinking it would be really convenient,” he answers, hand readjusting his fedora on his head, nervously,”because it happens that I like you too”

“Really?” I respond, a smile growing on my face, I can’t believe it, Joe was actually telling the truth.

“Really” Patrick says grinning, “ So, um now that that is established, would you like to officially go out with me?” he asks hopefully.

I can’t believe what’s happening, “Of course Patrick, I’d love to!” I respond ecstatically.

Relief washes over Patrick’s face, “ Awesome, because I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I met you” he says.

Before I have time to overthink it, he leans forward, and presses his lips to mine.

As I kiss back, I decide that I definitely have the best job ever

"Honesty is the best policy " said no spoonies ever.

My mother is constantly complaining about how I’m “not honest” with doctors, nurses, and physical therapist.

But I am.

Yes, I can do things I want to the majority of the time.

Did you want me to say no?

Yes, I can walk without assistance.

Is that a bad thing?

I feel better. The fact that my doctor put me on 6 pills of methotrexate instead of 8 proves that!

Ever since my diagnose its been “I need you to get better.” Or “You’re going to have to get better.”

I love my parents, but for goodness sake! They are NOT the ones going through this.

Yes, I will have my bad days but I will also have good days.

There’s nothing wrong with that.