#also Polly and Vincent have my heart I

[vaultdamned]

002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday?, 062. What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind?, & 098. Does your character like animals?

002. DO THEY DO ANYTHING TO CELEBRATE THEIR BIRTHDAY?

       his mother & father took him to the lake every year when he was a child, up until 6 years old. vincent vaguely remembers the warmth of the sun, tangy orange wedges & dry sugar-bombs for snacks. something red & fuzzy. a blanket, perhaps? he remembers the way the lake's surface rippled with each pebble his dad & him tossed & how every time they returned home, a birthday cake was waiting for him on the kitchen counter.

       evelyn threw him big birthday galas, despite his wish for something low-key, & they weren't even fun themed events. suit & tie. corporate colors. a required gift list that she'd made by herself thinking she knew what Vincent liked, & to her credit she managed to successfully guess at least half of his wish list, but his lack of involvement in his own party only curated the distaste for the day; making for a sour taste in his mouth --- except for the catering, now that he loved.

       after the divorce, he doesn't do much & is often too involved in his work to take a personal day off.

       in the vault, he & his colleagues devoted resources & time, despite vault tec's wish against extravagance usage of both, for parties filled with board games, word of mouth games, cringy decorations, & pantry food. something about these birthdays in his life ... the simplicity of them & the energy that swelled within the entire vault, they never got mundane nor did he ever have a bad birthday. the people he'd come to appreciate & respect showed him the same gratitude & earnest when throwing his parties & he did the same in return.

      leaving his vault, there isn't much he does to celebrate. one time he found a sweet roll & not knowing exactly what day it was, he celebrated his birthday for the hell of it by humming this old tune that played on a radio in the vault, though he could never hear through the static just exactly what the lyrics were.

062. WHAT SORT OF LEGACY DOES YOUR CHARACTER WISH TO LEAVE BEHIND?

     trick question. he doesn't want to leave any kind of legacy, but it's almost like a double edged sword; his condition allows him to be the face of vault tec's evil, however he carries that evil personally because he was vault tec. so currently, it's a testament to both outliving vault tech but also carrying on their name, if only by tragedy rather than title.

    no legacy here, except maybe in the people he manages to connect with. he'd like to be remembered as that guy that tried his best, despite always feeling like a gun was pointed to his head. oh, and that he was a science god.

098. DOES YOUR CHARACTER LIKE ANIMALS?

    he loves animals. has a soft spot for them.

    him & evelyn adopted an older tortoise shell kitty together, polly, & the old girl always found a spot on his lap while vincent was studying for his PhD. eventually, he put a scratching post & a cat bed in his office for her. she passed away sometime during the divorce, so neither evelyn nor vincent could take ownership of the sweet gal. she was old; showing signs of blindness & her hearing was slowly disappearing. he doesn't suspect anything other than old age when it comes to polly's passing.

[azrelyn]

Cat Appreciation Post

I adopted a mama cat and her four kittens in 2023. I have had cats and dogs my whole life, I fostered for my local humane society for four years, and I only work weekends but taking care of those cats still kicked my butt. I loved it though, and I wanted to share a bit about the cats.

The mom is Pirate, and the kittens are (left to right) Vincent, Polly, Cleo, and Jas.

They were strays living at my friend's friends house, and the owners of the house needed the cats gone and were planning on calling animal control. The shelters in my area are completely full, and I know that strays here aren't treated great and they would most likely be put to sleep. I had fostered four litters before this, so I offered to take them back to my place. I moved the furniture out of my guest room and filled it with blankets and cat beds. I had two litter boxes and two cat towers in the room.

Pirate was crazy reactive at first. I had to wear my denim jacket and thick pants going into their room because she would freak out sometimes and attack whoever opened the door. Her left eye was swollen almost shut, which I later learned was due to an untreated eye infection when she was younger. She was very malnourished, her fur was rough and patchy, and she couldn't eat much at first. Once she got used to the routine and used to me coming in and out and realized that I always brought food or treats with me she calmed down, but she still kept herself removed from me. I was totally fine with this, she still took great care of her kittens and was generally a great cat, just not into people (same here so I can't judge her).

Vincent and Jas were the Siamese cats. Beautiful kittens, bright blue eyes, pure white fur. Vincent was the only boy and he took his role to heart. He would go crazy flipping over beds and hiding in blankets. Jas was the complete opposite. The only time I saw her get excited about anything was when I brought them a leftover rotisserie chicken carcass as a treat, and even then it was a very mild excitement. But she was a sweetheart, and she loved getting scratches.

Cleo was the big sister of the group. She was almost her mom's size within a month of her coming to my house, and she always wanted to be playing or exploring. Whenever the other cats would go to sleep, she would make sure she was sleeping higher up than everyone else so she could pounce if she decided to. Crazy cat, I loved her but she drove me insane.

Polly was the runt of the litter. Tiny little fluffball. She was very calm until she saw anything string shaped, at which point she would go insane trying to catch it. Her favourite toy was a string with feathers tied onto it that I took from the bottom of a dreamcatcher. She ate like crazy but never grew.

My humane society has a program where they will spay your mama cat and give her a full vet checkup. They will also do this for any kittens and then adopt them out. I had the kittens for about three months, until I got all of their health under control and they were fully housetrained and ready to be adopted, and then I contacted the humane society. I kept Pirate and Polly (I'm a sucker for a fuzz ball), but all five cats got spayed/neutered and got complete checkups. Cleo, Vincent, and Jas got adopted out. Vincent and Jas went together to the same home, and Cleo got adopted by a family with three kids.

It's been about six months now since I adopted out the others. Pirate ended up calming down after the kittens left, and she has done a complete 180. She is the cuddliest cat I've ever met, constantly asking for attention. Her favourite thing to do is watch Cat TV videos on YouTube, basically videos of birds and squirrels, and she will sit for hours watching it. She loves food now and actually asks for it when she's hungry, which is a serious improvement. She's fat and happy, although her eye is still shut.

Polly has grown into her fur finally, but she's still a little rascal. She's always racing around the house and trying to get her mom to chase her. She comes in the car with us a lot, and she absolutely loves it. She likes to sit up on the headrest and watch all the cars go by on the road. She and my dog Maddie have become best friends, they're always hanging out. She stuffs her face with food every chance she gets and is really bad about using the litter box but she is still a great cat, and so far improved from the timid little kitten that she was.

Now, while I love my cats and I love this experience, IT IS NOT FOR EVERYONE. You may think you would love this, taking care of a bunch of adorable animals, and I'm not saying you won't. But you need to think it through. It's a lot of having to get up in the middle of the night to take care of them. Your house will smell like cats, you will have almost no extra money because of food and litter and vet bills. If you do want to try it out, I recommend going through your local humane society and fostering. They are almost always looking for fosters, and they supply food and blankets and everything you need. I already had most of the supplies I needed from previous cats, so my initial cost wasn't very high, but if you suddenly adopt a litter off the street you will need blankets, bowls, bottles, litter boxes, beds, puppy pads, litter, toys, medications, and probably a whole host of other stuff I'm forgetting. Go through your humane society, they will help you out with all of that.

Here's some extra kitten pictures, because that's the important thing really.

[beetlegoose01]

stolen whispers: chapter 1

AN: this fic isn’t a request, it’s a story i’ve been preparing for a lil while and I’m so excited to share this with you all <3

I’ll link it on my Archive if you prefer to read it there. Also warning, there’s quite a few OCs.

Time: 2028 (Scorbus have been married for two years)

Summary: When a new generation of Death Eaters kidnap Scorpius, Albus and Rose put aside their differences to rescue him.

TW: Kidnapping/Language/minor violence

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Two witches wearing shadowy black robes entered the tavern, finding a table near the back. They ordered their mead, waiting for their third partner impatiently. It was a crowded area, so thankfully there was a small chance they would be overheard.

"We don't want more mead." The first woman growled, tapping her long nails at the table. The bartender, a tall man with a mustache put the drinks down.

"I didn't think so." He lips curled into a grin as he morphed into a younger man with wild dusty brown hair, wearing matching robes. He was handsome, but had an eerie presence to him. Any reasonable person would have at least flinched at the transformation, though neither witch did. "Hello ladies." He grinned cheekily.

"Soren, enough playing games." The second woman said, though she was smirking.

Soren barked out a laugh. "It was funny, Mara. And you know it."

The first woman, Lilith narrowed her eyes. She pulled down her hood, revealing cascading inky black hair down her shoulders. A scar that showed no sign of mending was down her cheek. "Your skills are impressive, but useless if you don't use them for our own gain. Don't forget that." She pulled her hood back.

"Understood." He murmured, taking a seat.

"We have much to discuss," She continued, flicking her wand idly. "Our current plan in action. Our...act of revenge. It's been thirty years since The Tenebris was wrongfully killed. I am sick and tired of his name being tossed around in history like he was some monster. He was on the right side."

"Are you certain we want to call the Dark Lord that?" Mara asked suspiciously.

"Shh! You know if anyone hears us, they'll lock us up for good. For speaking our minds." Lilith said. "It's safer we call him by his code name."

Her companions nodded.

"Because of his loss, we have mudbloods in positions of power. Our siblings that fought for his cause are locked up. Or worse, dead."

Mara and Soren looked grim.

"If we had more allies, perhaps we would have had a chance." Soren noted. "We weren't even alive then but...I have a feeling if we were..."

"Just because we weren't alive then, doesn't mean we don't have opinions over the lives stolen!" Mara argued. "That damn Harry Potter."

"Correct. And Soren is right too. For once. If we had more allies, or better yet...certain allies didn't betray us. The Malfoys for instance." She took a sip of her drink.

"Are you suggesting something?" Mara asked.

"Of course I am, don't be so daft." Lilian said, deadly calm. "I want to make that family suffer for what they did. My uncle Vincent Crabbe died for their selfishness. Draco Malfoy had a chance to save him, and he refused like the coward he is. His mother Narcissa lied to Tenebris' face. They are backstabbing filth that besmirched the Sacred 28. No, it isn't just about their betrayal or avenging those we lost in the war. Think of the big picture. They have the capabilities to join our side. To...respawn a new generation of Death Eaters. But that's not all...

"The Malfoys have lots of gold." She drawled. "Surely, they'll spare a few for us in exchange for something important. Or rather...someone."

"Someone?" Soren paused. "What are you suggesting?"

"Regretfully, Astoria Malfoy has passed on." Mara didn't sound the least bit sympathetic, instead stated it blandly. "So using her as a ransom for Draco is a no go."

"Ah, but there is still someone left." Lillian said, removing a small photograph from her cloak, she slid it across the table.

A young man with platinum hair was pictured, beaming brightly in Healer Robes.

"Scorpius Malfoy."

Soren and Mara exchanged a look of satisfaction.

"Bring him to me."

~~~~~~~~~~

The best thing about mornings, at least to Albus, was waking up beside his husband. The sun's bright rays peaked through the window of their cream colored bedroom, slowly stirring them both awake. If it was up to him, he would stay in their warm bed, arms wrapped around Scorpius until noon.

Scorpius rolled over, so that they were facing each other. His eyes fluttered open, and Albus felt his heart melt at his sapphire eyes.

"Hi." He yawned. His voice was slightly croaky, no doubt from the morning.

Albus replied by nuzzling his nose, then kissed his cheek. "Hi honey."

Scorpius laughed lightly. "Let's get up then. Start the day? It's a Saturday. We have the whole weekend to spend together."

"I'd rather spend it here with you."

Bathilda mewed from the kitchen.

"But our child is hungry." Scorpius teased, stretching as he slid out of bed. Albus begrudgingly slumped after him, not eager to wake up before ten am. But his own stomach was growling too.

"Speaking of children," Albus said, starting to work on their breakfast as Scorpius poured Bathilda's food. "Iris is pregnant again. James told me through a Howler yesterday."

"Really?" Scorpius' eyes widened. "That's great news!"

"Yeah, not for my ears." He commented dryly, still traumatized by James' excited screeching in his ear. "Baby number three." He whistled. "Do you think they're trying to make an entire quidditch team? With Teddy and Vic's lot included, they're on their way."

Though he was joking, Scorpius noticed that Albus was glowing, happy for his brother and sister in law. That was one of the many reasons he loved Albus. His love for his siblings.

"Perhaps. When are they due?"

"September. Which means...that's where they scurried off to last Christmas party." Albus quipped. "To have a little fun."

"Albus!" Scorpius scolded. "Honestly, only you would make a beautiful moment gross."

"It's life, Scorp!" He chuckled. "You're a Healer, you should know these things."

"We'll have to visit. Maybe bring a gift basket to congratulate them." He mused, smiling fondly. "I can't wait to meet our new niece or nephew." There was a wistful look in his eye that Albus caught.

"You've got that look on your face." He noted, amused. He served the plates of bacon sandwiches on the table.

"What do you mean?"

"That Scorpius 'I want something but I'm not going to spell it out for you' face."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh." Albus said, forest green eyes brightening in amusement. "What's up?" He took a seat, tucking into breakfast.

"Well," Scorpius started, staring at his food. "I was thinking..." He stopped himself, hesitant to continue his train of thoughts.

"Yeah?" Albus nudged him gently.

"I want a child." He said, his voice quiet, but firm. "I love my nieces and nephews so much, but they aren't...ours. I want to start a family with you, Albus. Raise a little one of our own to be bright and wonderful and brave and..."

Albus' expression softened. "I do too. You know I do, Scorpius. It's just...difficult right now." He stared at his wedding band. "You know it's harder for us than any hetero couple." He waved his hand vaguely. "Adoption is hard, surrogacy is expensive. Maybe once we settled into our careers more, we can talk about it."

"I think we're ready to go beyond just talking about it, Al."

"We're still young. We've still got time. But...I definitely want to work it out. Somehow, we will. We always do."

Scorpius beamed, reaching to kiss Albus' knuckle. "Thank you." He sat up abruptly. "Oh, I almost forgot- it's the farmer's market today."

Albus snorted. "You're exactly like your dad, you know?"

"Yes yes yes, but we should go!" Scorpius said, levitating the plates to the sink and it automatically was clean due to the floating sponges.

"We? I've got some work to do. I'm not very fond of small talk with old people selling fruit."

"Al, it's really good fruit." Scorpius said seriously. "And it's not all old people. I've seen some of our old schoolmates there."

Albus cringed. "That's even worse."

"Don't be so dramatic. Are you still coming?"

"Mm, but I should really finish this article. Go on without me."

"If you're sure...do you want me to bring anything back?"

Albus thought for a moment. "Those strawberries Ms. Beaker sells. Please? Strawberries and cream sounds so good right now."

"Brilliant, I'm on it." Scorpius did a mock salute.

"Have fun." Al waved as Scorpius appatered, leaving the kitchen empty. Albus went straight to work on his article.

~•~

The market was lively and merry, despite the early hour. Scorpius had stopped by the strawberry stand first, in case he forgot.

Ever since they had moved two years ago, Scorpius had found himself drawn to the quaint farmer's market. Not because of the delicious, fresh food, but to socialize. He made quite a few friends with the muggles who lived around there...mostly old ladies. The early days of their marriage, Albus would join him. Before life got in the way, and work had to be done.

Not that he wasn't busy himself. He only had two days off as a Healer, sometimes less. He didn't know how they would manage childcare, but like Al had said, it was best not to dwell on the future.

"Scorpius? Is that you?"

He turned around, following the voice from behind him. "Polly ...Chapman?" He uttered blandly, praying he wasn't mistaken. He didn't have the best memory- even with old schoolmates who bullied him.

"Yep." Polly said, laughing lightly. "It's me. Been a while."

"It has." Scorpius shifted his weight. "How are things?"

"Great!" She smiled, swishing her blonde ponytail, the same air of confidence from when she was a teenager. "Yann and I are engaged."

"Oh! That's wonderful." Scorpius said, pretending to sound pleased. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you. I proposed to them last month. It was just as I had dreamed."

"How is...Yann?" Scorpius did not actually care how Yann was.

"They're good! Brilliant actually, since they passed Auror training." Polly looked genuinely proud of them, which he had to admit was adorable. "Are you and Albus still..."

"Yes, yes. We um, er- we've been married almost two years actually." He added.

"Aw, that's very sweet. You two were always very close, yeah?" Polly looked at him, and Scorpius nearly walked backwards, intimidated by her stance. She still was extremely scary, like a lioness but with a great sense of fashion. "I know...Yann, Karl and I weren't the best to you two but perhaps we could..." She trailed off. "I'd like you both to come. To the wedding. If you'd like."

That...wasn't what he was expecting. He half expected her to invite him to another Blood Ball.

"Pardon?" Scorpius asked, dumbfounded. "I mean- yeah, that sounds great! Fun! Yes. That sounds nice. I'll bring it up to Al."

Polly was glowing. "Brill! I've got to go, but we should all hang out sometime. Like old times."

Like old times? Scorpius thought. When did they ever hang out?

Nodding mutely, he walked away from Polly with a puzzled, but cheerful expression. He hadn't completely fucked up the conversation, which was always a plus. It still felt odd that Polly Chapman of all people was talking to him, let alone inviting him to her wedding. It was bizarre.

He passed the final vendor, and was surprised and amused to see a tiny girl, no more than seven standing behind it. She had a Brownie uniform on, bright rosy cheeks and pigtails included.

"Would you like a biscuit?" She squealed.

It had taken him a moment to respond, he was still thinking of Polly being kind to him "Oh erm- of course." It was impossible to say no to an adorable small child. He reached for some muggle money, handing her the pound notes. "Just the one box please."

"Okie dokie!" She said, handing him the box. She waited a moment, pouting. "Go on, try it." She urged.

"I really shouldn't I-"

"Please?" The little girl gave him the most pitiful expression. "It's for a good cause, mister. We're helping orphaned puppies find homes."

"Well, alright. For the puppies." He fumbled open the box, taking a polite bite out of the cookie. It was a classic lemon cookie with powdered sugar, one of his favorites. But the second he swallowed, he felt dizzy all of a sudden. "What..." He stumbled back. "Oh my," He gulped, the entire market swirling around him. Something wasn’t right. "is there something in..." 

He would be damned if he let this happen without some sort of fight. Throwing his basket aside, he collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness.

"We've got him."

[the-dork-neko]

2, 10, 12, 19, 21, 26, 30 - the DW ask

Thank you! 😘😘

2. Top 3 Companions

1) Martha Jones. She's a fellow Potterhead, she's reliable, she's kind, she's an actual factual doctor, she saved Earth, even after being dragged - with her family! - through Hell and back, and she is the heroin of her own story, to the point of leaving 10 behind, and going to live her own life. Look at her, being so self-aware, and gorgeous, and full of attitude. God, I love her! 😍

2) Donna Noble. She also has no professional life, she's funny, empathethic, brave, beautiful inside and out, able to surprise the entire universe, and even more able to yell and beat the living daylights out of anyone she sees doing shit.

3) Jamie McCrimmon. He's loyal, he's brave, he's sweet, he can surprise everyone with his smarts - including himself! :) He's the Doctor's perfect safety blanket and moral compass. Bonus: he's gorgeous and has a magical voice.

Honorable Mentions: Bill Potts, Zoe Heriot, The Brigadier, Polly Wright, Sarah Jane, Captain Jack, Yazmin Khan.

10. Ships

10/ Rose

Three hearts, one soul, one braincell. Dressed in 1950s clothes, riding a groovy scooter into the sunset. They are cute and happy together. I love them. 🥰

The Doctor/ River

They are so chaotic, and they care for each other so much, it's too beautiful for my heart!

The TARDIS/ The Doctor

They basically hijacked each other out of Galliffrey, and are having a beautiful, loving life together in space. Nerdy match made in Heaven.

12. Favourite Doctor

10. Kind, hyper, funny, gentlemany, absolute disaster. Goes from super smart to absolute dumbass in 0,00005 seconds. Looks good with a cockatoo crest-like hair, Converse sneakers, and rockabilly sideburns (which I'd seriously like to shower in eskimo kisses). Quotes The Lion King in a moment of crisis.

Are you being bullied? He's going to publicly humiliate the jerk.

Are you alone? He's gonna be your matchmaker.

Do you need a hug? A kiss? Are you cold, do you need a coat? He's your guy!

Do you want to have some fun? He knows where the party's at! (Or he’d just bring the party with him, 🤣🤣🤣)

Looking at the Time Lord Victorious, and the awful way he treated Martha, I really shouldn't say this, but he was the first Doctor I ever watched, and made me fall in love with the series, in only one episode.

Come on, look at this gorgeous disaster nerd. Is it possible, avoid falling in love with him?

19. Favourite one-off monster

The Macra. It's a shame that most of their serial is lost. :( Their visual was very well-made and terrifying for the time, but watching the restored serial now grounds the story most on the characters' voiced reactions, like it's an audio drama. These reactions make you afraid of the Macra - and their mind control system set upon an entire planet! It's the perfect psych terror.

The Vashta Nerada, the Osirians and the entity from Midnight also deserve honorable mentions.

21. Story that made you cry

The end of The War Games, and Donna losing her memories. I'm never going to recover. 😭

26. Top 3 episodes

The Enemy of the World

The Doctor's beach holiday is crashed. Now he has to impersonate his evil lookalike. Thank goodness he has the help of his bffs to destroy two worldwide dictatorships, in only one serial.

Dinosaurs in a Spaceship

11 takes his adoptive parents the Ponds (and Father Brown!) to a nice ride in a spaceship full of Silurians, and Dinosaurs, and even makes a friend/pet Triceratops. Perfect. 😘

Partners in Crime

Donna says: If I find trouble, I'll find the Doctor. She's right. They impersonate office workers, are a comedic duo, and save the world.

Honorable Mentions: Kerblam!, The Empty Child, Heaven Sent, Blink, The Shakespeare Code, The Unicorn and The Wasp, The Haunting of Villa Diodati, Time Heist, Vincent and the Doctor, and the list could go on ad infinitum. It’s hard to find an episode that I don’t like.

30. Will the Doctor ever be ginger?

Thanks to Mr. Neil Gaiman, the Doctor has fulfilled this dream. Look at this chaotic bitch, causing general mayhem and being very ginger and very beautiful in the English gloom. I just love him a lot.

[thecurrentmrsibrahimovic]

A Nanny for the Ibrahimovics [Zlatan Ibrahimovic Imagine]

Words: + 1k

Pairings: Zlatan x Reader

Warnings:  Angst

SUMMARY:  Zlatan gets angry after he has lost a match against Chelsea but kisses can make a defeat a win

A/N: Nothing against Helena, you know how much I love her. You know I’m not a native speaker so if you find a mistake let me know, please.

Request: “An imagine where Y/N is the Nanny of Maxi and Vincent and has a crush on Zlatan and Zlatan also has interest in her”

You were babysitting all your life since your mother gets sick and you two had to move out to England you made yourself a properly Nanny, not a few pounds paid one, you work in one of the most exclusive companies. You babysit in manors and palaces. It was a very good paid work and you get to meet a few celebrities and high society members.

 It was your day off with your mother she was kinda fine now and you were enjoying the time at the theater when your phone rings. 

 "sorry mom" you said trying to shut your damn phone again.  

"hello" you answered and was your boss Polly, a wonderful woman who helped you so much since de beginning. "Very well Polly I'll be there, Thanks" she offered you a new work with a new Family, and you should meet them tomorrow morning.

After trying in the address to the house, then finally the GPS speak out 

"Thanks to the lord" you said giving a look at the large brick house with acres of land surrounding it. You head up the driveway and towards the front door. 

Before You can even knock, the door swings open and a tall man appears with a side smile. He said something in a strange language that you couldn't understand.

 " Come in" he leads you into the house and as you imagine was very large and it looks expensive as every other house you work in. A woman walks into the living room with a smile on her face and sticks out her hand 

"Hello you must be Miss Y/L/N" you shake her hand.  

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Ibrahimovic and Y/N it's ok," you said softly. 

"Well, Call me Helena then, he's my husband, Zlatan Ibrahimovic" she introduces the man who opened the door. 

"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Ibrahimovic" you answered with the same smile. 

"Just Zlatan, please," he said before kissing his wife and speak with her in the same strange language, you nodded and he leaves the living room. 

"Well as Polly must have told you, We're looking for a full-time Nanny" you agreed. " My kids speak English fluently so you won't have a problem with them" she started to explain everything and you try to follow her and take all the information even though it moves quite fast. 

She shows you both bedrooms before going downstairs to take you to the kitchen, family room, Playroom and a big garden with a pool. 

"I'll start tomorrow morning if you want" those were the words of your destruction because the months later with the Ibrahimovic were your worst nightmare and your most beautiful dream.

Zlatan looked at her once more hiding his gaze with a book, He hates books but there he was looking at her, walking into the house like she owns every inch of the floor and she does. Y/N wasn't beautiful in a classical way, no flowing golden curls or ivory skin; no piercing eyes of green. She was short but not much and certainly, she wasn't that tall as a catwalk model, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Perhaps that is why her skin glowed so, it was her inner beauty that lit her eyes and softened her features.

"Maxi please darling, do the math homework and after that, you can watch videos" the boy looked at you with a smile on his face, a mischievous smile, he really looks like his father.  

"Do what Y/N said, Maximilian" his voice was very close to you, you can feel the power of it behind you. So you turn on your heels to face him.  

"Thank you very much Mr..." he points a finger close to your face "Zlatan" you correct yourself and he gave you one of his stunning smiles. 

"Very good Y/N, Helena leaves tonight to Sweden so the work here it's gonna be your hell" you giggle, his sense of humor was strange as everything with his name, Zlatan, as you know now, is a famous football player, the star in his country and one of the most well-paid players in Europe but that famous stuff didn't matter to you, just him. 

Zlatan, He’s got that brown skin adonis look going on, dark brown eyes that make you weak at the knees. He has the heart of a lion and the soul of an angel. He’s a lot of inches taller than you, which you love. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. You guess he must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. He’s slim, muscular, with an almost perfectly symmetrical face. Everyone loves him but some people hate him and you get it. Sure he's crazy but in a good way and you love him for that. Yes, you fucking do, you ended up falling in love with a married man with an amazing family. The Impossible. 

Another day, the boys were at the school and you were planning to do something to eat, sure it wasn't your job do that but you like to keep the things in place until Helena returns. 

"So you cook? is there anything in the world you cannot do?" he asked with a smirk on his face.  

"Playing football" he laughed and pinch your cheek like you were longtime friends. 

"Not in those killer heels" he points at your high heels and you just roll your eyes, he still looking at you like you were something special and you just blush. 

"So..." you break the silence. 

"I can't," he said walking away and you followed him. 

"Zlatan...What happen?" you shout out and he just stops in the middle of the living room.

"Sorry Y/N... but there's actually something I want to tell you," he says, now more serious. 

"Yes?" You furrow your eyebrows, perhaps they didn't want you there anymore, perhaps it was your work, your behave.

"Look, it's not your fault ok?" he says.

"Yes..." your voice trails off slightly. 

"And... you know what? I'm just gonna be straight with you. I... I've been beginning to develop more feelings for you. Like... feelings that are... more than an employer should feel. What I'm trying to say is..." He knits his eyebrows together, looking down in embarrassment, and you try to stop a smile from forming on your face. He tries to think of the right words to say, and finally manages to do so. "I'm... in love with you."

You widen your eyes, a small gasp escaping your lips, 

"You are?" you ask. He looks up at you, making a face 

"Of course" His hand searches up to your cheek and he holds your head in place while he bends his lips down to yours. 

“I felt something for you that first day,” he says desperately, breathing into your ear, and it sends shudders down your spine. 

“The first time I saw you.” you can feel the release in him, the pleasure and relief of confessing that particular truth. His desire for you to know it. 

“I've never felt like that before. I've been resisting it this whole time. Or failing to, more accurately,” he adds, with bitter amusement. 

But you feel that something wasn't right, you can feel it in your stomach. 

"I should never have let it get this far. I was weak...but" he grabs your face and places a kiss close to your lips.  

"It's ok. Now I have to finish the dinner" you turn your back to him and walks to the kitchen, before you can get in a strong arms grab your waist, the weight of his body stops yours. 

"I'm sorry little one" he mumbles and a few tears leave your eyes.

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Quotes for Monday January 23,2017

Courage quotes Rabindranath Tagore  Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it. Lucius Annaeus Seneca  Sometimes even to live is an act of courage. Napoleon I  Courage is like love; it must have hope for nourishment. Robert Green Ingersoll  The greatest test of courage on earth is to bear defeat without losing heart. Ralph Waldo Emerson  Half a man's wisdom goes with his courage. Ernest Hemingway  Courage is grace under pressure. Aesop  It is easy to be brave from a safe distance. Robert C. Savage  You can measure a man by the opposition it takes to discourage him. Vincent Van Gogh  What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything? ***************** Joy quotes Margaret Bonnano It is only possible to live happily ever after on a day to day basis. Booker T. Washington  I think I began learning long ago that those who are happiest are those who do the most for others. Bertrand Russell  A happy life must be to a great extent a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy can live. Pierre Coneille  Real joy comes not from ease or riches or from the praise of men, but from doing something worthwhile. John W. Gardner  True happiness involves the full use of one's power and talents. Will Schultz  Joy comes from using your potential ********************** Forgivness quotes If I ever seem to take you for granted, forgive me.--Helen Fitzwalter-Read If you haven't forgiven yourself something, how can you forgive others?--Dolores Huerta If you want to see the brave, look at those who can forgive.--Bahagavad Gita Life is an adventure in forgiveness.--Norman Cousins Little vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies.--Philip Chesterfield Many promising reconciliations have broken down because while both parties come prepared to forgive, neither party come prepared to be forgiven.--Charles Williams ******************* Attitude quotes Misanthropes need people; without a steady supply, the misanthrope cannot fully apply his art.--Polly Whitney Never let yesterday use up too much of today.--Will Rogers Never look down on anybody unless you're helping them up.--Jesse Jackson We go on fancying that each person is thinking of us, but they are not; they are like the rest of us--they are thinking of themselves.--Charles Reade What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.--Thaddeus Golas Whatever you attempt, go at it with spirit. Put some in!--David Starr Jordan When I hear somebody sigh, "Life is hard," I am always tempted to ask, "Compared to what?"--Sydney J. Harris ***************** Dream quotes Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.--Dale E. Turner Dreams are the touchstones of our character.--Henry David Thoreau Dreams get you into the future and add excitement to the present.-Robert Conklin Dreams come in a size too big so that we may grow into them.--Josie Bisset Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough, You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.--Sir James M. Barrie Dreams, ideas, and plans not only are an escape, they give me purpose, a reason to hang on.--Steven Callahan Either you let your life slip away by not doing the things you want to do, or you get up and do them.--Roger Von Oech **************************** Faith quotes Marcus T. Cicero  A man of courage is also full of faith. Kahlil Gibran  Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking. John R. Stott Faith is a reasoning trust, a trust which reckons thoughtfully and confidently upon the trustworthiness of God. James Baldwin The moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out. Henry David Thoreau  The smallest seed of faith is better than the largest fruit of happiness. Georges Bernanos  Faith is not a thing which one loses, we merely cease to shape our lives by it.