helping tm

anonymous asked:

what does "extra" mean?

This might be my new favorite ask.  I feel like pictures might be the best way for me to explain…

A regular set of keys:

Harry’s blue and green keys which are Extra™

Harry and Louis seen out and about without one another:

Blue bandana (during the bandana project) and Green jacket are Extra™

Rbb/Sbb (probably the worst example bc already extra…but still)

Extra™ Rbb/Sbb with blue and green stickers

Extra AF™ Rbb/Sbb with blue and green lights shining down on them during a show:

Basically, it means that they go an extra (sorry)/additional step to demonstrate their feelings.  Which…in their defense…they’re closeted against their will so they have very few options as far as means of expression go.

Also *disclaimer* this started off as most of us just having fun, but then they just….never stopped with the blue and green so eventually you have to beg the question: is it really a coincidence?  And I, personally, feel that most of the time it’s deliberate.  Which is fine, because look who else happens to be a Larrie:

I rest my case.

Jailbirds

Request from my fave @i-am-the-luna for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#10 - “I’m gonna kill him!”

#58 - “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”

Originally posted by hunnamsource

You pace the cage, Jax sitting calmly on the bench, an amused smile on his face as he watches you.

See, today had started out wonderful. So wonderful in fact, that you decided to head to the clubhouse with Jax and see if Gemma needed any help at TM.

Long story short, some bitch had come in to get her car serviced, though you were pretty sure she was just there to drool and flirt with Jax. You’d obviously not taken to that kindly, and when said bitch started to run her mouth, you’d punched her straight in the face.

She called the cops, one of the officers grabbed you a little too roughly for Jax’s liking, which then led to him punching said officer in the face - you and Jax both having the same low tolerance for bullshit - and now the two of you were being held hostage in a fucking cell. Great.

“Well this is a nice change of scenery.” Jax breaks the silence, you stopping your pacing to glare at your cellmate. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, a teasing look on his face.

“Jax, we’re in a prison cell.” you deadpan, holding your arms up around you to gesture to your current surroundings. He smirks at you, rolling his eyes, his hands coming to rest on his thighs as he pushes himself upwards.

“I was being sarcastic.” You raise your eyebrows, his laid back exterior slowly cracking through your stressed one, a smile making its way onto your face. He reaches you, pulling you by the belt loops until you’re right in front of him, your palms resting on his chest.

“I’m sure after the second or third time of being locked up, I’ll be calmer.” you jest, Jax’s arms slipping around your waist and resting on your ass in a protective way. “Just let me freak out for my first time.”

He hums, leaning down to share a gentle kiss, your eyes slipping shut he does so. Once he pulls away, he moves his hands to your waist, squeezing comfortingly. “My apologies, babe. I sometimes forget what a good girl you are.”

“Damn, I bet she is.” you jump at the sound of company, Jax moving you aside and going closer to the bars, the police officer from earlier on the other side, a painful bruise forming on his cheekbone.

“What did you say?” Jax spits, his figure tall as he stares down the officer. The man just smirks, his eyes moving to you as they trail up and down your body, your skin crawling as he does so. Creep.

“I bet she’s really good with orders, hm? You know what they say, a lady in the streets is a freak in the sheets.” You scoff in disgust, knowing this man is just trying to push Jax’s buttons, and he’s definitely going to succeed. “Bet she’s real good with her tongue.”

“You better shut the fuck up before I reach through these bars and shove my fist down your throat.” Jax growls, his tone overflowing with venom. You rub your hand up and down his back soothingly, trying to calm him down.

“Bet she’s nice and tight, wet too. That true, sweetheart?” you scoff in disgust, feeling Jax shaking out of anger. He grabs at the bars, the officer flinching as Jax yanks at the metal, anger radiating off him in huge waves.

“I swear to god, I’m gonna slit your goddamn throat, remember that.” The look of terror on the man’s face is hilarious, and you’d laugh if the tensions weren’t so high.

“We alright here, gentleman?” you breathe a sigh of relief when Unser interrupts, a set of keys in his hand. His officer coughs nervously, before scampering out of sight.

After Unser cuts you two loose, the whore intelligently deciding not to press charges and Unser managing to let Jax off with a warning, you wait outside the station for your ride.

“I’m gonna kill him!” Jax yells suddenly, before he takes a drag from his cigarette, the nicotine failing to lower his vexation.

“Hey,” you push off the wall you’re leaning against, moving to stand in front of Jax. “Don’t let him get to you. He just said those things to piss you off.”

He shakes his head in defiance, his lip curling as he replays the confrontation over and over in his mind. There is nothing that gets him angrier than people disrespecting his family, especially you.

“It fucking worked, and once I get my hands on him, he’ll have more than a sore cheek to worry about.” Jax seethes, throwing his cig to the floor. He sits on the wall, pulling you gently to stand in between his legs.

You comb your fingers through his hair, knowing it helps calm him, his eyes slipping shut as you tug softly at his locks. “You’re my girl, (Y/N). I’m always gonna look after you, you know that right?”

You smile warmly at his confession, nodding in confirmation as he looks up at you. “And me, you.”

A/N - I hope you guys liked this! These requests are making it so much easier to write, I like knowing what you guys want to read :) till next time! X

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Just unfollow me now because I found a beautiful morally ambiguous, expressive, emotionally fragile, unstable child with a neglectful upbringing who is interested in psychology and has perfect body language and sasses like a spice canister and I can tell he’s gonna end up as a regular on this blog.

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Just realized I don’t have a lot of jeans for male 1/6 dolls, and the ones I have barely fit the older Ken body. Neither does this sweater, really - it doesn’t quite close at the neck, plus I just realized there’s a hole. I like the colors on him, though.
The classic palms-back stiff arm design is a particular unfavorite of mine, but at least this guy has a body (unlike so many other dolls).

hellsing characters i’d still really love to see:  integra f.w. hellsing, walter c. dornez, pip bernadotte, alexander anderson, heinkel wolfe and their gf yumie takagi, enrico maxwell, schrödinger, tubalcain alhambra, rip van winkle, zorin blitz, the captain, the doktor, do you see where this is going,

THINGS SAID IN MY APARTMENT ASK MEME

“i was baked and listening to ‘hawaiian rollercoaster ride’ while trying to order tibetan food.”

“it’s not right that giraffes are born 5 feet tall. it’s fucked up.“

“maybe you should make a porno,  _____ .”

“i will shit my pants and elbow you in the face at the same time.”

“PLEASE DON’T CUT MY ARMPIT OFF.” 

“i’m kinky dr. seuss.”

“look me in the eyes while i finish. peeing. while i finish peeing.”

“can i go to super hell instead? it’s like hell, but super.”

“you look preeeetty baked from where i’m standing.”

“i like to break up as soon as i’m out of the honeymoon phase, personally.”

“will you change your heathen ways?”

“i’m gonna go make a baby in the bathroom, i guess.”

“STAY OUT,   _______ ,   YOU WORTHLESS HICK.”

“he was pressuring me to talk about my feelings, and then he threw up on my car.”

“hear me out: we piss our pants and off ourselves.”

“goddamn it, i really wanted to watch the power rangers porn.”

“I come here not to praise caesar, but to JACK. HIM. OFF.”

“what is that on the floor? is that … is that a mcnugget?”

“oh, fuck. we’ve been watching grey’s anatomy for 14 hours.”

“thank you, lesbian jesus.”

“i would super like you on tinder, man.”

“THAT is the face of a man who takes it up the butthole DAILY.”

“i can’t help it that i live for attention.”

“jet fuel can’t melt sick beats.”

What you make of it

Originally posted by thegavelcorrupts

Request:
Hey :3 I’d like something with Juice from SOA. The readers brother is an asshole, who treat her like shit and is very aggressive. Her parents both died and he’s the only one left from her family, so she stays by him. One time they in public and he drives totally mad. Some of the sons see that and take her to the clubhouse to stay there. Juice falls in love for her. She’s pretty cold and impulsive but has a very good and loyal heart. :)

Juice x Reader
Father figure!Chibs x Reader

Words: 2044


“All I’m saying is she was very creative with her toothbrush.” Tig laughed as he leaned forward on the dinner table and waggled his eyebrows at Chibs who groaned and sat back drinking his own coffee.
“Something tells me that’s not all you’re going to be saying at all brother, I have no idea where you find these lass’.” He shook his head and returned his attention to his coffee. He was still sipping at his steaming drink when a car squealed into the car park.
“Look at this asshole.” Tig jerked his head to the window, his wild hair following the movement.
“Christ.” Chibs shook his head the idiot doing donuts in the carpark, “Some people haven’t got tha sense they were born with.”
“Amen brother.” Tig agreed and clinked his coffee cup with Chibs’ before taking a sip. He was willing to ignore the idiot outside in favour of staring at the busty waitress but when Chibs continued to glare out the window, Tig gave up on the idea.

“Come on, what is it?” Tig asked and focused his attention out the window again.
“Look,” Chibs advised and when the car spun around again he pointed quickly, “There! Theres a lass in that car trying to get out.”
“You’re shitting me.” Tig hissed and when Chibs shot up and was already out of the door, Tig swallowed the rest of his coffee, dropped money on the table, gave the busty waitress a wink and followed his brother outside.

Chibs was a smart man and a brave man, that being said, sometimes he could be very, very, stupid. Standing out in the carpark while the idiot was screeching around him, was one of those stupid times. The car skidded to a halt and the driver was already giving them a torrent of abuse when Chibs ripped open the passenger door and pulled you free.

The earth spun around you, all you knew was that a man who holding you but you couldn’t focus on his voice because your head was spinning and you were trying not to vomit all over this guy’s leathers. You could hear your brother screaming at someone, his eyes where reds and blazed from the drugs and another man in leathers with wild hair was screaming at him. The wild haired man pulled a gun from his waist band and aiming at your brother.
“Fuckin’ keep her!” He snarled and the tires screamed and your brother and the car were gone.

“You back to earth lass?” The man beside you asked, “I’m Chibs and this is Tig.”
“I don’t care the fuck you are.” You snapped making them both jump back, “What did you do that for?!”
“Oh yeah real grateful.” Tig snarked, “how about next time we leave you to it, hey doll?”
“Who asked you to get involved anyway?” You snapped again and crossed your arms over yourself. Tig went to speak again but Chibs raised his hand to quiet him and gestured to your defensive stance, he wanted to defuse the situation and get down to the root of it.

“Who was that?” Chibs asked you, his voice light and welcoming.
“What’s it to you?” You asked but all the venom that you had faded.
Chibs raised his hands in defence, “Absolutely nothing lass, but we’ve both got wee girls of our own and we wouldn’t want to see them with an arse like that.”
You kept your jumper folded around you and looked at your feet awkwardly, “Yeah, sorry. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome!” Tig chirped happily and slipped his gun back into his waist band, “But we should get out of here, some do-gooder has probably phoned the cops.”
“We’re going back to our mechanic yard,”Chibs advised, “You’re more than welcome to come back with us, I guess you’re going to be in a lot of trouble when your boyfriend catches up with you.”

You bit your lip, you knew that he was right; you would be in so much trouble if you got caught by Chase or any of his friends. You nodded your head and tucked your hair behind your ear, “He’s my brother.” You mumbled.
Tig pulled a face at the new information, “What’s your name kid?”
“Y/N.” You offered and shook both of their hands. Chibs gave you a fatherly smiled and gave your shoulder a reassuring pat before guiding you to his bike.
“Don’t worry,” Tig reassured you, “Gemma loved strays.”
He drove off before you could kick him from your position on the back of Chibs bike.

—-

Luckily for you, Tig was right. Gemma did love strays and she immediately demanded that you stay with her and Clay. Clay liked you but that didn’t mean he wanted a stranger in his house, still you were right in your assumption that Gemma ruled the roost at home.

You worked at TM helping Gemma with paperwork and taking payments to pay your way and you were happy for it after not being able to keep a job for years due to your brother’s behaviour. The guys had learnt what they could from you about Chase and his would-be small time drug gang but you weren’t willing to give away too much since he was still your brother so they got the rest of the information from Unser.

The consensus was to keep the arsehole away from you because you made Gemma and the kids happy. And Juice. You made Juice very happy or distracted; it depended on who you asked. When you first met him, you didn’t get off to the best of starts. He’d introduced himself and asked if you were ‘the girl with the asshole brother’ and you’d asked him if he wanted you to rearrange his face.
Tig and Happy, who had been at the opposite end of the bar when it happened, bellowed with laughter as Juice’s face burnt red from embarrassment.

All of your interactions went the same way for the first few weeks of you staying around but eventually the sarcasm gave way to flirting and you found yourself grinning like crazy when you he text you pseudo-insulting messages.
The guys found it hilarious that Juice still got nervous around you and sought to embarrass him in front you all the time which turned in that adorable shade of red. The Sons were also happy that your brother hadn’t been in touch in all that time but Chibs, Happy and Juice where still supportive of you when spoke about how much you worried for your brother.
“Family is very important.” Happy agreed as he poured you both a shot, why he wanted to start drinking at 4pm you’d never know but you joined him regardless.
“He’s all the family that I’ve got.” You moped and took your shot in one.
Tig dropped himself down on the bar stool beside Chibs on your other side, “I disagree, family is what you make of it.”
“Here here, the most sense that he’s made all week.” Chibs laughed and lifted his shot glass in cheers, Happy refilled yours and you lifted it too before both downing it.
“You’ve got us.” Happy rasped, his large hand dropping on your shoulder before giving it a squeeze.

“Yeah, and your little Puerto Rican puppy over there.” Tig laughed and inclined his beer bottle towards Juice who sat on the other side of the Clubhouse with his headphones in furiously typing on his laptop.
Your cheeks burned and you knew that your blush must be furious, “What do you mean?” You asked hoping that it was convincing, you daren’t look up at any of them.
“We mean,” Chibs started, “That you have a Juice shaped shadow but you’re both too chicken shit to say anything to each other.”
You scowled at him but it did nothing to hide your embarrassment of being caught on your crush, it was hard. You and Juice hadn’t technically gotten far enough to have a label or decide if you even wanted one, if you had to call it anything you were ‘talking’.
You mumbled that you weren’t chicken shit and had another drink to distract you from their howling laughter which seemed to catch Juice’s attention. He took off his headphones and caught your eye which made you look down and your cheeks burn again and the guys laugh louder.
Juice gave Jax, who was sat next to him look at something on the laptop, a questioning look but Jax simply shrugged. They both gave you another look before focusing on the laptop.

“What’re they up to over there?” you asked the guys and they shrugged.
Always ready to cause trouble, Tig caught your arm and pulled you with him, “Let’s go find out.”
“What’re you two being sneaky for?” Tig asked as you approached them and when Juice tried to slam down the laptop lid you leaned over his shoulder and caught it bringing the screen back up.
None of them said anything as you read it.

“Don’t worry Y/N we won’t let-” Juice started but you cut him off.
“That bastard.” You hissed and pulled away from the group before storming off towards the dorm rooms. You settled on Juice’s room since he always let you use it and it was probably easier considering that he was following your shouting your name.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t want you to see that.” He apologised as she caught up to you and his hands came to the tops of your arms. You sniffed and wiped your eyes of the tears that threatened to fall before they could.
Shaking your head you tried to give him a small smile, “Don’t be sorry Juice, it’s not your fault. I’ve always known what he was like but I thought that we would always look out for one another.”
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He promised and pulled you into his chest and holding you close. Your brother, out of everyone in the world, had put out a hit on you. He didn’t like that you hadn’t come running back and instead chose to stay with The Sons.

Two grand, he clearly didn’t value your life much.

You cuddled up against Juice’s chest as he started to sway you from side to side, gently at first before building up until you were both practically bending with each movement with the pair of you giggling. You slapped your hands playfully against his shoulder until he stopped and when he did you found yourself both breathing deeply and grinning.
you were close and when you looked up to catch his gaze he was inkling his head down and pressed his lips to yours. It wasn’t a romantic kiss, it was awkward and ill placed on your lips and it made you both fall away from each laughing before trying again. This time your stomach flipped as he kissed you, one hand finding your hair and the other oh your waist as you held onto his leathers.

You pulled away after a moment but stayed wrapped up in one another.
He gave you a cheeky smile, “So here’s the plan, me and the guys are going to have a word with your brother, let him know who he’s messing with. Then me and you are going to get a big bottle of vodka, a big pizza and go play games at mine.”
You grinning and gave him a small kiss on the tip of his nose, “That sounds perfect, you sure you can handle someone in your space making a mess.”
He looked thoughtful for a moment, “Only if it’s you.”

Just Another Mafia AU 3 (still needs a name)

Wow! There was such a huge reaction last chapter, I am very honoured. I really love each and everyone of you who reblogged, liked or commented. Seriously. So much. I hope this stands up to the hype though. It is actually only the first part of what was going to be this chapter, but it got so long that I split it in two. I hope you enjoy it xx

Part 2: http://classicalcassiopeia.tumblr.com/post/155393084558/another-mafia-au-2-i-need-a-title-for-this

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III. Newt And Percival

Curling russet hair, hazel eyes shining gold in the mid morning sun, a pale face spattered liberally with freckles. Long aristocratic nose and wide mouth. Percival felt his mouth go dry. Jesus Christ.

“Sir? I’m Newt Scamander, the owner of this practice. How can I help you today?” Oh and he sounded like an angel too. Percival barely took in his white coat, unbuttoned to the waist over a royal blue jumper and white shirt. One thought was in his mind; he had to impress this man.

“Ah, yes.” Not a great start Percival, keep going. “I just came here this fine morning to thank you.” Yes. That was good as an opener. Said what he wanted, not at all forward. Good.

“I, uh, what for? I mean, you’re welcome?” He appeared bewildered. Shit.

“Last night, you saved some particular friends of mine. I am greatly indebted to you.” Percival took the hand resting on the counter and bent over as if to kiss it. Ha! Now he had done it, dear Mr Scamander had to understand this time. And he fitted a kiss in! He basked in a glow of self-satisfaction, even as the hand was hastily withdrawn with a delightful squeak.

“Oh, no, that was no problem, Hippocratic oath and all, do no harm, help who you can, I mean, you’re very welcome, um-” the other man it himself off, blushing a very fetching pink in the face (and ears, Percival noted with delight). Oh sweet baby Jesus he was adorable. Percival kind of wanted to listen to him talk forever. “Are they well though? Your friends?” He seemed to have steadied himself and was now watching him intently with the protective gaze of a mother hen.

“Oh yes, they’re fine. The doctor that check them said it was most excellent work, highly professional. She was highly impressed. As am I.” Nice segue. He could do this. “So I was wondering if I could give you a little show of my gratitude.” He dropped his voice low at the end of the sentence. And- oh look, there was that blush. “You, me, dinner tonight? How ‘bout it.”

The redhead took a moment to respond. “I am honoured, really I am, but I don’t need your gratitude.” He met Percival’s eyes for the first time so far. Percival’s knees went a little weak. “I do what I do because I want to help people. My actions last night were taken in that spirit. If I can save even one life with my work then I consider it more than worthwhile. So I understand that you are grateful for your friends survival, and I thank you for it. But I couldn’t accept your offer as recompense for it. And I especially couldn’t accept it for dinner tonight, as I open late every other day.” Oh shit. This man wasn’t going to accept it as a debt, was too proud for that. He was goddamned perfect.

“Then will you accept it as a date with me? No strings attached, just a nice dinner. Whenever you like?” He slung out the offer before he could really think it over.

For a moment, silence prevailed. Then a little smile turned up one corner of Scamander’s mouth. “Yeah. Yes, alright. One date.” Yes! Well done Percival, he patted himself on the back. It had taken a while but he had got there in the end. He felt his face crease into a foreign soft smile.

“OK. OK, that’s great thank you so much. I can give you my number, yeah? Call anytime.” He fished a pen from his jacket pocket and nabbed a leaflet from the counter to write his number, eagerly shoving it over the counter to the other man.

“I will.” The copper head smiled at the paper and slipped it in his breast pocket, folding it gently. Percival nodded.

“Right. Great. Well, I guess I will be going then. I eagerly await your call.” He gave a slight bow and reluctantly turned to leave. He had made it out the door, whose lighthearted closing bell seemed to mock him, and had gone a few metres up the street before he heard a call.

“Wait! Wait.” Scamander had run out after him and was half out the door. “Who are you?” He called up the street. Percival paused in horror. Tina, who had gone ahead of him, was shaking silently with laughter. He turned and walked backwards, affecting a casual demeanour he definitely didn’t feel.

“Graves. My name is Percival Graves.” With a jaunty wave he stepped into the Mercedes and left Scamander on the sidewalk. An air of mystery, that would salvage that fact that he hadn’t even introduced himself.

“Wow.”

“Shut up Tina.”

“No seriously I have never seen you fuck up a conversation in quite such an impressive manner. Or recover that well either. I’m just saying, you got lucky there.”

“Oh fuck off.”

Newt, for his part, thought that Percival Graves was potentially the most attractive person in New York. When the man had first come in Newt had been in the back unloading the free flu jabs he would be offering in winter, and he had thought him just another customer. Big mistake. The moment Newt had hurried to the front and seen the man he had instantly regretted not cleaning himself up a little.

He was smoking hot. Seriously. Tall, well dressed. Broad shoulders and trim waist. Salt and pepper hair and consuming dark eyes, an air of danger. Looked like he could hold him down and just take him. Exactly Newt’s type. He had given his introduction by force of habit. And then- then he began to speak.

His voice was like silk or dark chocolate or something equally cheesy, Newt had thought, slightly dazed. Very good on the ear. Soothing. He could listen to this man recite the phone book and be entranced. He only really noted what the guy had said an embarrassingly long time after he had spoken. Newt made it through the conversation in a halting fashion, until the man had kissed his hand. The brand hot fire of his lips on pale flesh made him squeak in a manner his mother would certainly have punished him for.

Stuttering past the haze in his head and burning on his cheeks, he managed to force a focus on the twelve patients last night. None of them had been critical wounds; three gunshots, two to the legs and one in the shoulder. Seven knife slashes on the arms and abdomen. A couple of concussions he could do nothing about. It was obviously underground though, and this man said he was their friend…what if he was their squad leader? Newt couldn’t bring himself to regret his actions in saving them, a life was a life to him, but. The Mafia. The Mafia he was kind of hiding from. He had come to the USA under his own name because the underground there was very unfriendly to the British one and unlikely to give him away to his family out of spite, if nothing else.

Then this man had offered Newt dinner. Now, Newt would very gladly have dinner with him. It may be a bad decision given his past, but Newt was a master of bad decisions. It was practically his MO. However, the slight the offer cast on him, the way he had implied Newt would have to be recompensated, like the men’s survival and wellbeing wasn’t payment enough. He could not let the man continue with that opinion of him. Thankfully, his rebuttal hadn’t put Percival Graves off at all. If Newt was any judge of behaviour then the man had seemed even more eager to have dinner.

He had given in. Percival seemed attracted to him, he was definitely attracted to Percival. Why not? Giving his permission and receiving a number in return, he was entranced by the smile on the other’s face. He seemed so genuinely happy to have dinner. A fizzle erupted in Newt’s belly. Would asking about his availability tomorrow come across as too needy? Before he could even ask, the man and his friend had left the surgery. It was only as he reached out for his phone to program the number in that he had realised that he didn’t even know his name. Dashing out the door after him in the hopes of catching him before he left, Newt threw caution to the wind. In the daylight of the street, he had appeared even more inhumanly attractive. As the man drove away, Newt’s returned to the back room. Percival Graves. What a man.

In the end, they did have that date. Newt didn’t summon up the courage to call until the next day, so they set a dinner date up for that weekend at Percival’s favourite restaurant. He had decided against a fancy one, it would be a bit too extravagant for a first date. Instead they went to a smaller, but still classy place, with an excellent variety of Indian dishes.

It was there that Percival learned that Newt was vegetarian, heard from his own mouth some of his experiences from his travels across Europe and Asia, found out that he had picked up four languages as he went “because it would be rude to just expect people to know English” and was still in contact with a great deal of people he had helped.

Newt for his part, managed to tease out stories of Percival’s time at NYU studying business and politics, tales of his parents and of his friends. He manfully ignored Tima and Queenie having dinner together a few tables away with a couple of other guards. In the days after calling so set up the date, Newt had done his research. The Graves name was whispered on the grapevine as the kingpin of most of New York, who had risen over the last ten or so years from a mid-level group to incorporate almost every gang in the city. The boss was rumoured to be one of the most brutally deadly men alive, with the most fearsome assassins under his command - who it seemed, were having a competition over who could stuff the most breadsticks in their bag without the waiter noticing. As for the boss himself, he was winding up a story about how he and his college friends had pranked the dean by stealing all his office furniture then flogging it in a college-wide auction. Newt found himself giggling helplessly by the end of it.

“So, you really got away with it? He couldn’t find the proof of who did it?”

“Not quite. He knew it was us, but the whole college population thought it was a great joke and everyone said that they had done it. He could hardly expel the entire student body. He was fuming for months though.”

Newt burst out laughing again. He hadn’t laughed so much for a very long time, and his sides ached but Percival had put him so much at ease, was so considerate and lovely that he was falling dangerously fast for the mobster.

Percival was so happy. He didn’t even mind disclosing some of his more foolish moments if it made Newt glow like that. He too had the file on Newt expanded. Queenie’s contacts in the UK had managed to expound on the reasons for his feeing the country; according to one of the ex-maids of the Scamander Manor, he was treated more as a piece of furniture than a person by his parents. The neglect had been entrenched from childhood- from neglecting to pick him up from Westminster School at the end of semesters, to leaving him the care of the servants his whole life, they shows not an ounce of care for him and his wellbeing. His brother, Theseus, tried his best but was forbidden from interacting too much with Newt. The maid had gone on the emphasise how kind he was to the staff, how he tried his best to protect them from his parents whims. They were all glad when he ran away, she had confided, he deserved better. Everything he had heard made Percival’s blood boil. Getting to know the sweet young man over dinner had been one of the most enjoyable nights of his life.

They had parted ways that night with the promise to meet again the next week. Newt had even summoned the courage to kiss Percival’s cheek “as repayment” just before he ran down the steps to the subway, his face glowing red. He left Percival standing with his hand on his face, smiling helplessly. Even as his men caught up and he was ushered into his car, he was quiet.

“He seems nice.”

“He is. He is wonderful.”

“Way out of your league though.”

“Tina I swear to god-”

That was the precursor for several more dates of that kind. Between Newt’s punishing work schedule and Percival’s obligations both legal and not, they revelled in the hours they kept solely for each other. They didn’t progress further than kisses on the cheek and hand, though both silently wanted to. This seemed too important to rush. Instead Percival took Newt to art galleries and restaurants, and Newt pulled Percival out on walks through the city absorbing the buzz and life of the place. A month passed like this, their cozy hours together uninterrupted by many cares as they fell further and further in love. As far as Percival was concerned, this could have gone on forever, albeit with more action of the sexual variety. Sadly, this was not to be the case.

It was a Wednesday mid afternoon tea break that changed everything.

———— Part 3.5: http://classicalcassiopeia.tumblr.com/post/155715952508/another-mafia-au-35-i-have-given-up-this-is-the

Since the books are from Magnus’s POV I want either Blitz or Hearth to have a conversation with Magnus about their feelings for the other. Maybe Magnus gets a few hints here and there (like him noting Blitz did something sweet like last book or him noticing the way one looks at the other) and it eventually comes up and Magnus straight up asks if they have feelings for the other and they may be embarrassed or get quiet because they haven’t told anyone but then they start talking about it. How they met, how they see the other, how they fell in love with him. We get to hear it through Magnus and after Magnus finds out he notices little things about them more often, being more aware of it, and we see the gradual changes and shifts through Magnus’s observations. And then he starts to notice that his other friend might reciprocate those feelings.