i was always rooting for you two


Malcolm X and Maya Angelou in Ghana, 1964.

Malcolm X on his last visit to Accra had announced a desire to create a foundation he called the Organization of Afro-American Unity. His proposal included taking the plight of the African-Americans to the United Nations and asking the world council to intercede on the part of beleaguered blacks. The idea was so stimulating to the community of African-American residents that I persuaded myself I should return to the States to help establish the organization. 

We all read Malcolm’s last letter to me.

Dear Maya,

I was shocked and surprised when your letter arrived but I was also pleased because I only had to wait two months for this one whereas previously I had to wait almost a year. You see I haven’t lost my wit. (smile)

Your analysis of our people’s tendency to talk over the head of the masses in a language that is too far above and beyond them is certainly true. You can communicate because you have plenty of (soul) and you always keep your feet firmly rooted on the ground.

I am enclosing some articles that will give you somewhat of an idea of my daily experiences here and you will then be better able to understand why it sometimes takes me a long time to write. I was most pleased to learn that you might be hitting in this direction this year. You are a beautiful writer and a beautiful woman. You know that I will always do my utmost to be helpful to you in any way possible so don’t hesitate.

Your brother Malcolm 

(Excerpt from Maya Angelou’s memoir A Song Flung Up To Heaven)

1. I wasn’t in love with you anymore, but god, this knocked the wind out of me.

2. You were just here.

3. You were just here.

4. Do you remember? The frozen food pressed to your shoulder, the way you shook with the knowledge of a barely avoided death?

5. My mouth. Yours.

6. I had been struggling with my old poems about you. You know, you were the first one I ever wrote. I had some questions for you, Cleveland. I suppose I don’t have them anymore.

7. It isn’t even seeing you kiss her that’s the problem. It’s that you share a table.

8. Maybe “wife” bothers me, too. I know how that word sounds, coming from you. Remember? Those long drives? Perhaps I still exist as your heart when you hit the road.

9. You still exist as mine when I hit the words.

10. I couldn’t read them aloud anymore, the poems. That old pain. It didn’t exist. We had chased it away with chocolate and cherries. Still, you occupy a shelf in the bright. In the cold .

11. You always have been impossibly careless with my heart. With my new lives, all of them.

12. There’s a Smiths song – if you were reading my texts I would send you it – it goes: and I’m not happy / and I’m not sad. I’m not sad, seeing you happy. She looks as full of light as I used to when you kissed me. I am glad for her. I know what you have to give.

13. It’s the loss of our friendship. More a removal. A reopened scar, from the last time. Remember, how we were friends? We’ve been so good at it. I can’t believe you won’t hear from me now. I couldn’t believe you wouldn’t hear from me, then. You know the words. 

14. I just wanted to wish you well. I just. I just wanted to be what I always have been. Yours, in whatever form we decide.

15. Nearly two years since we met and you still find new ways to let me down. I think it impresses me more than it wounds.

16. You told me all about her, remember? We discovered we had both loved ghosts, since the last time you cried on my couch. Do you remember? The things that we allow to haunt us take root in the end. I need to change my sheets.

17. I wonder if I am the ghost now. The woman you never had the courage to keep. Do I haunt you, darling? I can hear your voice saying yes. Feel the reach of your arms as I spin out of them, laughing. Do I echo?

18. You kissed me like you used to, the last time. You will again, the next. You always do.

19. In a poem I never got the chance to read you, I said that you exist suspended in time. In flashes of white sheets. Bathed in orange light on the Golden Gate Bridge. Spinning me around on a cold February evening. One year ago today.

20. One year ago today, you laid next to me. We cried about something that doesn’t matter anymore. It didn’t matter then, either.

21. Do you remember the words? Of that last song at what we thought was the last breakfast. You sat me on your knee.

22. Your hands shook as you held me tight. I put my lips to your ear. Do you remember? The words. Say them with me.

23. In my own sick way / I’ll always stay true to you.

—  Upon Seeing Your New Girlfriend For The First Time. Charlotte Ford.
Succulent Care Tips

I have a friend asking me to do this, so with my care of my succulents of two months I shall share for her sake.
💖Most Succulents should be watered every two weeks to a month. I tend to do mine every two weeks only because I have sand mixed in with actual soil so it dries out fairly quickly.
🌸Note that each succulent is different. Researching the type of succulent it is and how much water, sun and room it needs is important. This goes for every plant you receive or buy.
✨when getting any plant from a store, always repot the plant into a bigger pot at least 2x the size of the original pot. Most succulents just need the root room. So make sure it’s deep enough for it.
💖with how succulents grow they can over crowd the top of their pot. When that happens you may want to put it in a new pot.
🌸when watering soak the soil. It may be best to have a pot the stains incase you accidentally over water the plant.
✨Many Succulents can handle the cold. It does drop temps tires in desert like places after all.
💖be careful when transplanting. Moving any plant into a new pot can put it into shock. Sometimes they will recover other times they won’t.

earnestly yours | pjm

summary: it doesn’t matter if you and park jimin hate each other’s guts, because you will always get cast opposite each other for the school’s drama productions, and you will always have to kiss.
{enemies to lovers!au, high school!au, actor!au}
pairing: jimin x female reader
word count: 8k
genre: fluff
warnings: none!
a/n: god was this an impulse write. i actually got the inspiration for this because i hang out with all of the drama kids in school. the play that they’re performing is the importance of being earnest by oscar wilde, and the piece used for the reader’s audition is from all’s well that end’s well by willy shakes. 

Park Jimin and you have a… rich history, most might say. One that extends far past the most recent years of your life, down to the beginning of your schooling when the two of you were competing for the role of Peter Pan in your kindergarten play. Both of you were adamant about playing the role, but it sort of goes without saying that the part went to him because ugh, the patriarchy.

Ever since then, things have always been a little tense between the two of you.

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The Summer Fling (Chapter 6) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “John F. Kennedy International Airport”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: Welp, it’s 4:47am, and this will post at 10, my dedication to you people borders on lunacy. I hope you like it. I’m sorry if it’s not my best, I am tired. 

Summary: Dylan picks Y/n up from the airport after her trip to visit family for the Fourth of July and deepens their connection and trust.

Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven

Originally posted by ageofthesith

Dylan O'Brien:  You come home tomorrow morning….. :)

You:  omg… i do?!

Dylan O'Brien: haha shut up.

Dylan O'Brien : Um, did you have plans for tomorrow when you get home?

You:  i land at 6pm and i was just going to take the airtran from JFK to Jamaica and I was going to take the subway from there, why?

Dylan O'Brien: Do you have any interest in seeing Spiderman?

You:  tomorrow?

Dylan O'Brien:  Yeah, if I came out and picked you up from the airport, would you be in the mood to see the movie with me that night?

You:  you’re gonna drive all the way out from the Montauk to Brooklyn to get me from the airport to then see a two hour movie and then drive three hours back to the Hamptons and not fall asleep and crash and die….

Dylan O'Brien: Well when you put it that way… Yeah, I still want to see you.

Dylan O'Brien: And I want to see Spiderman :)

You: :)

You:  well, i want to see you, so if you really want to do all of that, then yea. I’ll see Spiderman with you tomorrow night.

Dylan O'Brien: i’ll see you at JFK at 6. text me when you land and send me your flight info?

You:  okay. goodnight, Dyl.

Dylan O'Brien: Sweet dreams, Y/n. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

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Harry’s back is pressed against the headboard and his hands are settled on either side of your hips as you straddle him. What started as an innocent kiss quickly turned into a heated make out session and you weren’t surprised, it happened nine of out ten times you kissed your boyfriend.

You begin trailing your lips down the side of his neck and a smile tugs at your lips when you hear him hum in approval. You lick the soft area right above his collarbone before sinking your teeth into his skin.

“Don’t.” Harry’s voice is stern, and you sigh in annoyance. “Yeh can’t leave any marks on me, love. Yeh know tha’. I have a conference tomorrow and the paps will probably catch me befo’ I even make it into the building.”

You knew that, of course you did. Dating Harry means not being able to taint his image with love bites on his neck even though you want to mark him because he’s yours. You come back up to take Harry’s bottom lip between your teeth when the idea comes to you. You hastily begin trailing kisses down his chest until your tongue reaches the butterfly above his stomach. His fingers are tangled in your hair now, urging you to keep going. You kiss around the butterfly and lightly suck on the skin next to his ink.

“Pet,” He pants, and you look up at him, feigning innocence in your eyes.

“I can’t leave any visible marks on you. That just means I have to put them elsewhere.” You suck harder at the spot next to his tattoo, knowing you broke some blood vessels when he lets out a delightful moan and tugs the roots of your hair. “Relax, baby,” you mumble into his skin before sinking your teeth into his side. When you pull back to admire the purple bruise that had formed, you almost beam. Yours. He’s yours.

You leave two love bites on either side of his butterfly tattoo before moving lower. You’ve always loved the subtle V of his hips and the ferns that were inked across them. “Can’t leave any here,” You mumble and proceed to kiss each of his tattooed ferns. There were often times his shirt would rise up above his waistline when he was moving his arms too much. Too risky.

So you trail kisses even lower, leaving kisses on his cock and feeling it harden from the contact of your lips. You continue to tease him until you land at his thighs. You immediately latch your lips on his inner thigh, and Harry’s hip arches up into the air as he throws his head back in pleasure. “Fuck” he hisses. “How many bites are yeh gon’ leave before I get to fuck yeh properly?”

“Just a couple more,” you hum into his thighs before moving right next to the area you were just sucking. You couldn’t get enough of his skin, and each time he tugged at your hair you nipped at his skin a bit harder. Every bruise left Harry twitching and whimpering beneath you, and he can’t contain himself any longer. He releases his grip on your hair to reach for his half-hard cock, stroking it slowly as you continue to mark him. Four love bites later you lean back on the bed to take a look at the finished product. He looks lovely lying there, naked and covered in dark bruises with a puddle of precum in between his legs- a masterpiece. You could feel yourself getting wet just from admiring your work. You grin to yourself before you feel Harry’s strong arms pull you up for another deep kiss. “Think I look pretty with your marks on me?”

So pretty.” You rake your nails over the bruises and it sends a violent shiver through Harry’s body.

“’M thinking we’ll have to do something about this now.” He looks down and tugs his cock, standing fully erect between his legs. You hum in approval before Harry lays you on your back and begins pressing kisses on your neck.

some trojans hcs

bc i’m bored and also i love the trojans have i mentioned that

gonna start w/ alvarez

  • super friendly and extroverted
  • always blasting spanish music (she’s puerto rican)
  • always first to buy into ridiculous instagram trends—glitter roots, super fancy nail art—sometimes they work! sometimes they,,,do n ot
  • real goofy 
  • how??? does she do it??
  • carefully steps off a park bench: ‘parkour’
  • says what’s on her mind bc she’s lowkey salty as hell
  • that’s why she gets along so well w jean 
  • rly, do NOT get these two mad at you they will drag u so hard nothing will be left of u. prepare for death
  • they bicker a lot but it’s out of love


  • jeremy’s bffl
  • always carrying bandaids and,,, pretty much everything
  • ‘laila!! laila!! our bus broke down—’
  • laila pulling out 5 spare tires 7 flashlights and a full repair kit out of her backpack: i got this
  • voted Most Likely To Survive The Zombie Apocalypse
  • lovs to dance
  • idk what she studies I’m saying either art or engineering,,,both
  • is super chill unless u fuck up and then she descends upon u with the fires of hell in her eyes
  • actually funny as hell
  • loves trying new stuff and for some reason always heads out at the weirdest hours
  • laila, at 3am: jeremy. jeremy wake up we’re going to get french fries alvarez and jean are already in the car

jean I lov him

  • taking french to fill out his subjects bc #hackthesystem
  • jeremy put on les mis and jean, slightly (very) drunk launched into a 3hr rant about incorrect translations and accuracy
  • alvarez filmed it and it’s the holy grail of the trojans group chat
  • will bodily lift alvarez off high surfaces and lower her to the ground
  • learning how to play the violin (because he always wanted to, but he can now)
  • whenever anyone annoys him he uses it to make screechy sounds outside their door
  • and then sweetly smiles and pretends its just bc he’s a beginner wow u didn’t sleep at all connor i’m ever so sorry bc he’s a little shit
  • picked up sketching and painting, and is taking some lessons with laila

jeremy, loml

  • certified Team Dad™ , tells awful jokes and thinks they’re hilarious
  • avid lover of kpop
  • loses everything oh my god someone help him he is a mess
  • for someone who has an image of a responsible and put-together captin he rly is a disaster
  • team ‘why do today what u can do tmrw’
  • needs glasses and stumbles around half-blind bc he loses them all the time
  • contrary to popular belief, not a morning person but caffeine recharges him
  • softest sweaters, but they’re constantly being stolen by everyone else

 in conclusion: disaster of a team but i lov them and hope they r doin well

Hoodie - [Peter Parker]

‘Idk if you’re taking request or not but I would love a Peter Parker imagine based on the song Hoodie by Hey Violet’

Words: 1290

Warnings: Kinda sad but overall fly, mentions of injury’s like bring

I slip it all over my shoulders

Something I’ll never get over

It makes me feel a little bit closer to you

The first time you wore Peter Parker’s dark grey-oversized (on you at least) hoodie, was when you first met up to study. You had to walk home in the cold and of course, you’d forgotten any type of sweater or hoodie.

He’d offered it to you with a shaky hand. He was handing the girl he’d had a crush on since forever his hoodie, the girl he liked was going to wear his clothes. Oh god he hoped he’d remembered to wash it.

You didn’t turn down the offer, you’d tried to tell yourself that it was because you didn’t want to freeze to death but a part of you knew that it was because it was Peter Parker’s hoodie.

You’d smiled a thanks while putting the item over your shoulders and rolling up the sleeves slightly.

Peter Parker, the boy with the brains, the looks, and a gentleman like personality.

You couldn’t deny the fact that his hoodie smelt exactly how you’d imagine it to, maybe even better. Though Peter was small, it was a little oversized on you and god wearing that hoodie for the first time made you feel safe. It was a blanket of warmth, it was like being enveloped in a constant hug. But the comfiest hug you can imagine.

“W-wow, it looks really good on you” Peter spoke, making your cheeks turn 50 shades of red. The grey was a perfect colour on you, it made all your best features pop.

“Thanks, so i’ll give it back to you tomorrow?”

Peter wouldn’t have minded if you kept the hoodie if it meant he got to see you in it more often, but instead of saying that he shyly nodded his head and helped you pack up your books.

I can’t keep your love, I can’t keep your kiss

Gave you everything and all I got was this

The second time you wore Peters hoodie was a tiny bit more special than the first.

You two sat on top of a high building munching on your favourite pizza while discussing the simplest things like your favourite TV shows and books.

It was dark, so the only light you two had came from the city lights and a candle Peter had lit that smelt simply like vanilla.

“Wait, so you actually watched all of the Harry Potter movies in one night?” You ask after swallowing a mouthful of delicious pizza.

“Yeah, it was pretty easy actually” He says “Ned was the one who couldn’t handle it”

You laugh, tightening the hoodie around you as a cold gust of wind blew past you both.

His hoodie was as you remembered it. Ever since you’d given it back to him that day at school you’d been aching to wear it again and truth be told, Peter was aching to see you in it again.

“Aren’t you cold?” You ask, worried that you had taken his source of heat. “If you are, you can have your hoodie back”

“Well uh, i’d be lying if i said i bought that hoodie along for myself” He smiles, naturally pink cheeks going a darker shade of pink. “I was really hoping to see you wearing it again”

You wondered if he could see the way your eyes grew wider after his statement. Behind your natural expression, you were hiding a smile larger than life itself.

I’m still rocking your hoodie and chewing on the strings

It makes me think about you, so I wear it when I sleep

I don’t leave for another 24 hours babe, you’re not losing me just yet” Your boyfriend laughs as you snuggle closer. He was wearing the hoodie, the same one you were planning to steal off of him before he left with Tony.

You feared that when you woke, he wouldn’t be there and you’d be left alone wondering if he was safe and, well… alive for the next week or two.

“I know. I’m just going to miss you a lot” You speak, burying yourself in his arms.

Beneath you, you could feel his heart beats. One, two, three, four.

He ran a slow hand through your hair, playing with the ends for a moment before going back to the roots. Peter always knew how to make you feel better, even in times as tough as this.

“You’re going to come home safe okay? Promise me that you will” You whisper. You feel his hand stop its movements.

“I promise, i’ll come home safe and sound and i’ll be right here waiting for you”

I used to put my hand in your pockets , The smell of your cologne still on it

You’d admit that maybe you wore his hoodie a little too often while he was off on the mission, but it was your security blanket. As long as you had it on, you and Peter would be okay. That’s what you’d thought at least.

“Y/N, We got him here as fast as we could” Tony spoke, his voice shaking. “He was asking for you on the plane” Tonys eyes were red and swollen, as if he’d cried the whole trip back which he probably had been.

You covered your mouth with your hand, the sight was horrific.

There lay your boyfriend, barely recognisable except for the small frown he wore, one that you were use to seeing when you woke up next to him. Bruises and cuts littered his skin, he looked unfixable.

“I-Is he alive?” You ask, not taking your teary eyes off of Peter’s lifeless body. You end the sentence with a sob, letting the tears full.

“He is, we lost him once or twice but Peters a fighter” Tony says

You cried, hugging his hoodie to your chest. It was like being hugged by him, which was something you may never feel again.

You slide the Hoodie off, placing it over his bruised and battered body. Despite your t-shirt, you felt naked without the grey item.

Your safety blanket was now his, Peter needed every ounce of luck he could get right now.

Slip it on over my shoulders
Someone I’ll never get over
Makes me feel a little bit closer to you

After the incident, nightmares weren’t uncommon for Peter. He’d had a traumatic experience and you were with him through every step of recovery.

When he woke up kicking and screaming, fresh tears rolling his cheeks and hands grippe bed sheets as if they were his only form life support, you’d whisper soothing things into his ear and rub circles on his chest.

Most of the time he wouldn’t even wake up, simply just calm down and drift further into a more peaceful sleep.

But sometimes, on nights like tonight he’d wake up and be too afraid to go back to sleep. On these nights you would stay up and talk to him.

“I honestly think that if I didn’t let you wear my hoodie that day we wouldn’t be dating” Peter says, his voice was raspy from only just waking up.

“I think we would be, it would’ve just taken you longer to ask me out” You whisper, continuing to draw random shapes and patterns on his chest.

“You looked so beautiful in it I just- I knew I had to make you mine before some else bet me to it” Peter moves down so he can place a kiss on your lips. It was dark in his room, but with the small amount of moonlight peeking through the curtains you could still make out his healing scars.

“I’m still rocking your hoodie, baby”

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Bob Morley Imagine: Secretly


Summary: Reader and Bob are secretly dating. However, their characters just got together on the show and on a conference everyone teases them about it. It makes them, especially reader, feel uncomfortable. So reader confronts the cast members about it and Bob unintentionally reveals that they are dating which makes cast freak out.

Word count:1353

Originally posted by love-is-equal66

I couldn’t decide if this con was disaster or the best time of my life. It was the first con when I and Bob were a couple. The problem was that no one knew.

We had decided to keep it a secret. In fact I didn’t know why, but it was Bob’s idea. He thought that it would be better because it would prevent us from getting various kinds of reactions from fans. Because this fandom could be really harsh towards the actors and make our lives a living hell.

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“Hotshot is like my Hometown, Somewhere I can always return. My roots”.                                                                                                                                              -Taehyun

“Hotshot is like my younger self. So I want to take care of it , as if I’m its hyung.”


“Hotshot is like the marble used to construct a building, Like to construct our building”

                                                                                                          - Yoon San

My refuge “

                                                                                                           - Hojung 

“Hotshot is my road. There’s still a long road ahead. We’ll have to work hard . But Hotshot is also a name that I want to protect.”


“I felt like my heart was going to explode when watching their first stage on ‘Show! Music Core’. I also searched for HOTSHOT and monitored them when I had the time."I’m still continuing my nagging on the members. Also, It feels empty now since they used to be with me all the time. I miss them. I believe you will take care of them well while I’m gone.


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hAHA i’m not crying you’re crying

tbh tho like

I really, really love their couple dynamic. Like, you have no idea.

In the game, we all know that Eisuke has a lot of deep-rooted issues about family, emotional support, and control in general. We see it in his POVs and even in the Childhood Promise Substory.

But I also think that MC has problems of her own as well. Now, I could just be reading into the game’s narrative a bit too deeply, but MC’s internal monologue can get a little too self-deprecating and borderline martyrlike,,,, I’m sort of led to believe that maybe she grew up believing to act selflessly at all times (in contrast to Eisuke, who grew up believing to be as utilitarian as possible). 

They both had vastly different childhoods, but I think they’re similar in the way that they like to hide their problems (Eisuke because he doesn’t want to show anyweakness and MC because she doesn’t want to cause trouble for anyone). 

What makes me love their dynamic is that they complement each other beautifully. Now, they’re not a perfect couple by any means, but I feel like they help each other grow. Eisuke helps MC learn how to put herself first and speak up, and conversely, MC helps Eisuke learn how to have more regard for others and to not completely ignore his emotions. 

I don’t think it’s fair to merely classify Eisuke as just a “selfish asshole” or MC as a “weak pushover” because I feel there’s a lot more to their characters than the narrative lets on.

(Again, I could be overthinking, but lmao).

I just love these two so much.

Rivalry || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: Hi there! I reaaaally love your blog and your writing! And I’d like to request a fic in which jughead and reader are rivals (both smart and witty) but they secretly admire each other. Thank you in advance!

A/N: This was a tough one to write, and I’m afraid I made it rather short, but I hope you enjoy it!

Gif by @lilieswho


“Now, does anyone know the square root of—”


Jughead rolled his eyes as you got the answer right. Again. He saw your smug smile as you looked at him and he scoffed, sitting back in his chair.

Ah yes, the rivalry of Y/N L/N and Jughead Jones III. It was well-known throughout the town.

For some reason, you and Jughead had a rivalry that went all the way back to elementary school. On the outside, the two of you despised each other, always talking to your friends about how much you hated the other.

However on the inside, it was a different story.

There was a mutual admiration for the other side. A secret enjoyment of the competition. One could even go as far to say that the two of you liked each other. Not that either of you would admit it to anyone. You loved to hate each other too much.

He sighed as you got the next question correct and looked at the clock. Math wasn’t his strongest subject. On the other hand, English, which was next period, was his favorite. And your Achilles heel. You looked back at him again only to see him smiling conceitedly at you this time, his finger pointing to the clock. Your smile dropped, seeing that the period was ending in three minutes. Then it was onto English. You glared at Jughead and faced forward again, listening intently to your teacher.

The bell rang before you knew it and you began to pack up your stuff. You didn’t realize that Jughead had made his way over to you and was waiting for you to notice him. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you spotted him directly next to you.

“Jesus,” you said, surprised and looked up at Jughead. “Yes, Jones, how may I help you?”

Despite the two of you being on a last name basis, you couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach as he smirked at you.

“L/N,” he stated, the words smoothly rolling off his tongue. “What are you doing after school?”

You rose your eyebrows at that. The two of you never conversed, let along hung out. You decided to humor him and play along.

“Well, I was going to go to the movies in the city, but I’m interested in hearing what you have to say.” you said as the two of you began walking down the hallway to your next class.

Everyone looked at the both of you, wondering why you were talking to one another.

Didn’t you two hate each other?

Jughead chuckled.

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go Pop’s with me after school?” he asked casually.

You bit back a smile.

“Jughead Jones, are you asking me on a date?” you asked as you reached your classroom, turning around to face him.

He smiled cheekily at you.

“Pop’s. 3:15. We’ll talk more after class.” he said before walking past you into the English classroom.

You bit the inside of your cheek and shook your head, smiling as you followed him into the classroom.

As the teacher began the lesson and Jughead began answering every question flawlessly, you were unable to focus, your mind on your and Jughead’s date after school. After one particular question, Jughead mimicked your actions from earlier, and turned around to look at you with a shit-eating grin on his face. You snorted and sat back in your chair, shaking your head.

Damn you, Jughead Jones.


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How Ar-Amu Raised the Moons for Seven Days

the story of tarlevu for the wonderful @fialleril (whom i am by no means as good a writer as) as i promised i would write… a very long time ago… whoops.

a story about a wager, a storm, and ar-amu the moonspinner helping two of her children win their freedom. 

and potatoes.

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Requested by: @alwaysforyouscully​. Submit your prompts here.

A/N: Takes place sometime after All Things.

Mulder was, at this point, somewhat used to all of the random romantic gestures by Scully. He smiled at the pink or blue sticky notes on his desk that would enclose some random jokes about aliens or ghosts. One time she handed him a file and once he opened it, there was a pink note that just read “Okobogee,” and she didn’t even bother to glance up to meet his eyes; she just stared at her computer with a straight face knowing full-well that Mulder saw the note. He prefers to use his words more often than a pen and paper, due to the fact that he had to hide his feelings from Scully for so long, he just wants to tell her how amazing she is all day, every day. Scully told Mulder that the only limit to their relationship was no PDA at work. 

“There goes all my office fantasies,” he joked, earning a rare, genuine Scully-smile and a light blush on her cheeks.

They haven’t exactly discussed what exactly their “relationship” was. They weren’t sure how they should refer to each other. Should she call him her boyfriend? Should he call her his girlfriend? Are they even dating? Or is it just casual sex? Friends with benefits? They both don’t quite know where they stand, so it causes them to fumble around their words when they’re together at each other’s apartments. Mulder wants her to know how much he cares for her; he wants to tell Scully he loves her, but he’s not sure if that’s what she wants. He could just talk to her about it…but since when do Mulder and Scully ever communicate their feelings towards each other? It’s one of their biggest relationship faults. He’s waited so long for this, so why does it not feel like it was worth the wait? He doesn’t want to just keep Scully’s bed warm; he wants to be hers. He wants to wake up every morning next to her and have her pick out his tie and leave cute little notes in his lunch and he wants to put cute little notes in hers. He wants to do all the sappy bullshit that normal couples do.

But that’s the thing; they’re not a normal couple. They’re Mulder and Scully. They invented The Soulmate. Their relationship is so important and special for so many different reasons. They don’t need to show their affection in sappy romantic gestures. It’s always little things. Or even big things; like saving each other’s lives. There’s not much else that could top that. He couldn’t ask any more of Scully. She does so much for him as it is and he’d hate it if she felt she was being taken advantage of. 

“You ready for our little trip tomorrow,” Mulder asks Scully with his big goofy grin; in which she replies with an internal eye roll.

“Mulder, what even makes you think we’re going to find Mole People in New York City?” she asks, with classic Scully-skepticism.

“We might not…but hey,” he pokes her shoulder with his pen that he’s been fiddling with. “At least it’ll be a nice vacation. We won’t have to stay in some half-alive motel with a flirty receptionist that winks at me with her one lazy eye.”

Scully chuckles at his reference to a previous case, “Luckily I got you out of there in time, or else I would’ve had some serious competition.”

“Oh, c’mon. I don’t think anyone could outdo my very own Doctor Dana.”

She smiles at his use of alliteration.

“I’ve heard Enigmatic Doctor Scully, but I can’t say I’ve heard Doctor Dana.”

“There’s a first time for everything.”

There’s a palpable silence for a few moments. She’s fiddling with the hem of her blazer and is contemplating her next move. Mulder wants to say something, but he senses that she’s thinking of saying something. So he waits. Waits for hours, actually. He sits at his desk and makes sure everything for their trip is set for tomorrow. He tries to busy himself while he waits for Scully to speak up. Each time she’d say something he’d hope that it was what he wanted to hear, but it was just questions about the reports he still hasn’t finished or about when they will leave for New York tomorrow. The anticipation gnawed at him for hours and he didn’t want to make the first move. He wanted to do whatever was comfortable for Scully. If she just wants sex, then that’s all he’ll give her. If she wants to get married and settle down in a small suburban neighborhood with two kids, then he’ll pack up their things and go. It brewed in the back of his mind for the entire day and when Scully finally stood from her desk, he had hoped for more than a mere, “I’m heading home, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

He sighed in solemnity and put his files in his briefcase. He hoped she would’ve stayed the night and then leave with him in the morning, but she must not want to spend too much time with him. She is going to spend the next four days with him in New York City looking for something that probably isn’t there. Honestly, Mulder doesn’t even think there are Mole People living in New York, he just wanted an excuse to go somewhere with Scully and maybe do more couple-y things. He wants to walk with her in central park and stay close to her to keep her warm; he wants to take her to the Museum of Natural History and see the excitement in her eyes as she looks at all of the exhibits and try and coax her to leave because he’s inevitably bored. He wants to take her for hotdogs and pizza and take her to some fancy five-star restaurant and let her order whatever the hell she wants because that’s what boyfriend’s do for their girlfriend’s. He wants to take her to see a broadway show and hold her hand throughout the entirety of the performance without worrying about who will see them. 

He wants to wake up next to her in the mornings and order room service and try and convince her that pancakes will taste much better than fruit, but still let her have some of his blueberry pancakes because he knew that she still would’ve wanted some. But he’s almost one-hundred percent sure that Scully wants her own separate room and would much rather chase the nonexistent Mole People through the old subway stations.

The TV almost makes him forget about New York City. It’s numbing his brain and melting the Oxford education from his mind and he lets it drip from his ears. He was falling asleep to random sounds of a cheesy romance with Julia Roberts or Sandra Bullock loving some random white guy that they will obviously end up with. His eyes began to droop shut and he jumped at the sudden sound of a knock at his door. He stretches his arms and legs and as he walks to the door he can hear his knees and ankles crack. He opens the door and smiles brightly once he sees that it’s Scully. She obviously decided to come here last minute due to her lazy attire. She held two plastic bags full of Chinese food and he quickly grabbed one from her hand and let her in.

“I was hoping to see you, Doctor Dana,” Mulder greets as she sets the bag of food on his coffee table and begins emptying its contents. She rolls her eyes at his new nickname for her as he sat next to her.

“Why didn’t you just call me then, Fox?” she asks, knowing full-well that he hates it when she uses his first name.

“Because I knew you’d come; I knew you just couldn’t resist me for much longer.”

“Trust me, I could resist you for as long as I want. Remember, I grew up Catholic in a family that condoned celibacy. I believe that it’s you who couldn’t resist me.”

He smiles and doesn’t try and argue her because he knows she’s right.

“You got me,” he held his hands up defensively with his chopsticks between his fingers. “But why did you come here? Not that I mind the company, you just sounded like you wanted some alone time as you left the office.” He poked at his fried rice and looked at her expectantly.

“As hard as it is to believe, Mulder, I don’t always like my alone time. I thoroughly enjoy spending time with you. And I’m looking forward to the next few days in New York. And I know I’m most likely going to enjoy New York’s historic roots by myself with my begrudging partner tagging along, so…” she trails off and pulls something out of her purse. “I figured we could do something that you’d enjoy doing.” 

She hands him two rectangular slips of paper and he looks at them with furrowed brows and once he realizes what they are, they raise up and his eyes widen.

“You got us Knicks tickets?” he asks with a big grin. He studies them thoroughly. “Courtside? Scully, these must’ve cost a fortune. You didn’t have to do this….”

“Just an arm and a leg. No, but I actually know a few people. I almost gave them to you at work, but I thought about doing it later when we were alone…in case you wanted to thank me.” She smiles downward.

“Of course I want to thank you.” He sets his food down on the coffee table and grabs Scully by both of her cheeks and plants a lingering kiss on her lips. Scully is smiling into the kiss and Mulder is giggling uncontrollably. “Thank you, thank you,” he says in-between kisses. “God, I love you.” Before he can register what he really just said, Scully begins giggling into the kiss and pulls away with the biggest, most genuine, smile Mulder has ever seen from her. 

“I love you too,” she whispers, and she means it. 

*  all  souls  trilogy  prompts .


  • ❛ It begins with a discovery of witches. ❜
  • ❛ One is fear. The other is desire.❜
  • ❛ It begins with absence and desire. ❜
  • ❛ It begins with blood and fear. ❜
  • ❛ Just because something seems impossible doesn’t make it untrue ❜
  • ❛ The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. ❜
  • ❛ And happiness is always louder than sadness. ❜
  • ❛ I was connected to him, I was safe. ❜
  • ❛ Remember the past, and that there is a future. ❜
  • ❛ Are you smelling me? ❜
  • ❛ And you left at least one hole in my carpet to prove it.. ❜
  • ❛ My ideas about vampires may be romantic. ❜
  • ❛ These days vampires gravitated toward particle accelerators. ❜
  • ❛ You do angry. I just saw it. ❜
  • ❛ You persist in this romantic vision of what it is to be a vampire. ❜
  • ❛ I might not be able to control myself if you step away. ❜
  • ❛ English vampires may not be as well behaved around witches. ❜
  • ❛ With an alpha and an omega: my beginning and my end. ❜
  • ❛ Nobody really wants to keep secrets, not even the dead.. ❜
  • ❛ I want a simple, ordinary life … like humans enjoy. ❜
  • ❛ Do you wonder what it would be like for me to taste you? ❜
  • ❛ But it’s too soon for me to imagine losing you. ❜
  • ❛ You are a creature of the crossroads, neither here nor there. ❜
  • ❛ People leave clues everywhere, and if you pay attention, you can piece them together. ❜


  • ❛ Memories were short and history unkind. ❜
  • ❛ With knot of one, the spell’s begun. ❜
  • ❛ Change is the only reliable thing in the world.. ❜
  • ❛ Magic was nothing more than desire made real. ❜
  • ❛ Stop regretting your life. Start living it. ❜
  • ❛ In every ending there is a new beginning. ❜
  • ❛ You tell me that magic is just desire made real. ❜
  • ❛ It’s what modern humans think vampire relationships are all about. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t remember much poetry or dancing either. ❜
  • ❛ You really should read this stuff, if only to see what humans think. ❜
  • ❛ In every moment, for the rest of my life, I will be choosing you. ❜
  • ❛ If I’ve done something you don’t like, tell me. ❜
  • ❛ If you’re angry with me, say it.. ❜
  • ❛ If you want to end this marriage, have the courage to end it. ❜
  • ❛ But you needn’t trouble yourself on my account. ❜
  • ❛ I will drive for the rest of my days, so long as you are in the car.. ❜
  • ❛ Stop trying to be perfect. Try being real for a change. ❜
  • ❛ If you do not do it, then someone else will.. ❜
  • ❛ But perhaps it is necessary to embrace the darkness. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t consider painful what’s good for you. ❜
  • ❛ I did exactly what you asked me to. I’m really very well behaved. ❜
  • ❛ Witches see the truth plainly—even if ________ are full of nonsense. ❜
  • ❛ Naturally, I assumed you were involved. ❜
  • ❛ I wish I had a spell that could make you see yourself as others do. ❜


  • ❛ I see you, even when you hide from the rest of the world. ❜
  • ❛ I hear you, even when you’re silent. ❜
  • ❛ The evil wolf feeds on anger, guilt, sorrow, lies, and regret.  ❜
  • ❛ It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent. ❜
  • ❛ I have a master’s degree in medieval literature.. ❜
  • ❛ A willingness to change was the secret of survival.  ❜
  • ❛ The winds do not always blow as the ship desires. ❜
  • ❛ The winds do what I tell them to do.. ❜
  • ❛ I know all about vampires and their crazy ways. ❜
  • ❛ It was no casual farewell, but an order. ❜
  • ❛ It’s very fatiguing pretending you’re in charge. ❜
  • ❛ I’d let the fear take root inside me until it clouded my thoughts. ❜
  • ❛ Two wolves live inside every creature: one evil and the other good. ❜
  • ❛ That’s what you get for falling in love with the wrong man/woman. ❜
  • ❛ Now I want nothing more than to grow old with you. ❜
  • ❛ Fear had also choked out any desire to work magic. ❜
  • ❛ I send you messages. You don’t answer. It’s aggravating. ❜
  • ❛ Blue had always struck her as such a serene, soothing color. ❜
  • ❛ We would wake to find ourselves in paradise. ❜
  • ❛ It’s one thing to wander in the darkness because you know no different. ❜
  • ❛ It’s quite another to enjoy the light only to have it taken from you. ❜
  • ❛ So if you want the good wolf to win, you’re going to have to starve the other one.. ❜
  • ❛ Something in my expression must have revealed what was on my mind. ❜
  • ❛ If you truly love someone, you will cherish what they despise most about themselves. ❜

anonymous asked:

Hi~ can i pls get RFA reacting to finding out mc is a witch? like, real world witch, not fantasy witch. thx!

Listen. Nonny. Friend. Pal. You came to the right place. Also as a bonus, what kind of witchcraft each member might lean towards! Also also as a bonus, V and Saeran because…reasons.

This request brought me back from like a 2-3 month hiatus, thank you! (More to come!) @specialagent–danascully - tagging by request and also because this is right up her alley! :)

Requests are open.~


  • really doesn’t know much about witchcraft
  • but when you tell him you are a witch he becomes really curious
  • like…thinks it’s so cool tbh?
  • wants to tell everyone if you’re out of the broom closet anyway
  • loves glamours and beauty spells
    • “Not that I need them, of course.”
    • (he asks for them anyway)
  • lets you make all of his soaps/masks/beauty products bc you enchant them for him
    • but always w/ intent like emotional calm or happiness bc that boy doesn’t need any help to be prettier but he could stand to chill from time to time
  • asks for a glamour spell to keep him hidden every time y’all go out together so he doesn’t get noticed by fans
  • gets really excited whenever you do a spell
  • (always willing to help with them)
  • seriously this boy is your #1 fan


  • he wants to know everything like…everything
  • there’s a lot of explaining how it’s different from TV or movie witchcraft
    • there was a long discussion about Harry Potter and the differences between the two
    • “It’s a lot more…subtle than that.”
  • he loves it though
  • always wants to watch
  • he ends up really loving crystal and candle magic
  • the house always smells good! you always smell good!
  • plus, crystals are pretty! and used as magic items in LOLOL
  • he also loves kitchen magic, but!! is too afraid to ever try it tbh
    • his cooking tends to be…touch and go he’s afraid he’ll cause a magical disaster


  • a little stunned
  • like until you told her, she had no idea it was a real thing that people could just…be
    • she’d heard of it ofc, but only in terms of the past, or books, or musicals
  • research mode: ACTIVATE
  • soon she knows more about witchcraft than you do
  • discovers kitchen magic very quickly and suddenly realizes why you would suggest certain ingredients oooohh
  • asks if you would mind to enchant the ingredients whenever they’re delivered
    • you already do and she’s delighted
  • makes pastries and desserts for all the holidays, even if you don’t celebrate them
  • your bakery gets a very dedicated following of local witches
  • and becomes a very popular after-work stress relief stop (nobody understands how your desserts seem to make everything better)


  • totally clueless about witchcraft but accepts what you tell him immediately, without question
  • buys some books, quietly researches without saying much
  • tbh for a while, you think he’s actually distancing himself from you bc of discovering you are a witch
  • but it turns out he was just so clueless about it all that he didn’t even know what to ask - so he had to study first
  • becomes a super diligent supporter
  • buys you a ton of supplies, meticulously researching each purchase
    • “This wand is selenite, so it doesn’t need to be cleansed. Also, it’s got black kyanite and smokey quartz for–”
    • “Er, it’s gorgeous, Jumin, but you know I was fine with–”
    • “MC, that other one is literally a twig. It still has dirt on it.” he didn’t throw it away, he’s got some common sense after all
  • secretly memorizes tea/herb correspondences and brings you different teas depending on how your day went
    • he thinks he’s being sneaky but you notice and love him even more for it
  • lots of magic theory discussions with him
  • or random semi-related things:
    • “MC, can only witches have familiars?”
    • “…I don’t know, but don’t worry - you definitely have the same kind of relationship with Elizabeth the 3rd as a witch and their familiar, even if it’s not called the same thing.”


  • you manage to surprise him, which is really hard to do
    • “Okay but how did I not know?”
    • “There are still secrets to discover about me after all!” okay he loved that a little too much tbh
  • p much unfazed though
    • “Well, if you don’t have one already, we should get you set up with an online grimoire. So much easier!”
  • spends free time doing extra research so he can understand this side of you more
  • loves cosmic witchcraft! researches the shit out of it
    • after all, he’s always felt a connection to the stars
  • witch memes, witch puns, ~witchy humor in general~
    • “You’ve got me…under your spell” *eyebrow waggle* said at least once a day
  • hacks your phone to send you crazy emoji spells that he made up
    • “Saeyoung…they’re emoji spells. You can send them in a text instead of hacking to…”
    • “Aw, but hacking is how I charge them!” gotta love this boy 
      • he only slows down when weird things keep happening because of his spells
  • tbh he starts making everything about magic and you love it
    • “Saeyoung…what are you doing?”
    • “I’m cleansing!”
    • “…you are literally covered in empty chip bags. Eating chips.”
    • SALT.”
  • like he makes jokes all the time but he’s 100% supportive
  • also always makes sure your wards are in place and working no way is he gonna let your home go without magical protection once he learns this is a thing


  • he’s surprised but doesn’t really show it
  • asks a lot of questions, very intrigued!
  • you start to talk to him about spirits and astral travel
  • and he particularly enjoys that!
  • you introduce him to some spirits
    • turns out his energy just attracts genuinely kind and gentle spirits
    • he can sense them but not much else - he does feel very happy and at peace though
  • you two bond over energy work!
    • he’s really good at it, his loss of eyesight makes him extra sensitive to the energies of objects and people alike
  • he ends up getting you a little black kitten cliche, i know, fite me
  • he loves when he comes home to you doing a spell bc it almost always smells wonderful we don’t have to talk about what it smells like when you’re using valerian root okay


  • totally unsurprised, tbh
  • the things he’s seen - why would that, of all things, seem strange?
  • curious, but doesn’t really ask questions
  • just kinda…quietly observes
    • once you notice, you start to talk about it without him asking
    • you can tell he’s really happy
  • total fan of chaos magic you drew a sigil on him once and he was hooked
  • he is the best at creating sigils, they look amazing and always work
    • you tell him it’s because he has an amazing will, to go through what he did and make a full recovery - he believes you sometimes
  • he’s all about the witch aesthetic though he won’t admit it
  • turns your grimoire into a work of art with his illustrations
  • ends up lowkey becoming a witch himself, grabbing bits and pieces of different magic to suit his own craft
    • (his grimoire is a masterpiece)
    • (y’all are the first in a long line of witches in your family, tbh)

Imagine play fighting with Chris. (Part 2)

A/N: So I recently bought a Yankees’ cap (why? ‘Cause I’ve always liked the New York Yankees even though I don’t really follow baseball) and I feel like this would be how Chris would react if his girl wore anything that didn’t celebrate his Bostonian roots. I’m doing this as a part two to the first play fight one, where they 'argued’ about the Patriots jersey Y/N had on.

“Can you hurry it up?” Chris called from the front door as you finished your smoothie in the kitchen. “I know it’s only nine, but it’s quite a drive and I don’t know what traffic’s going to be like.” You made some noise with your mouth full to tell him you’d heard him. “Tick tock, Y/N!” He called louder, trying not to laugh when he heard you make a frustrated sound with your throat. “We don’t have all day!”

You and Chris were driving to the other side of town to pick up a gift for your best friend’s baby shower which was in a few days. You’d ordered the top of the market baby stroller she’d been talking about for a while now; it was in the exact same baby blue color she’d painted her nursery, as well as engraved with the name her and her husband had chosen for their first born son. It was the perfect gift, the only problem was that instead of having it delivered- you’d accidentally chose the option to pick it up yourself at the branch on the other side of town. You’d tried to correct your mistake, but it was too late- your personalized stroller was waiting for you three and a half hours away. You were lucky your husband loved you and your best friend as much as he did otherwise you would’ve had a huge mess on your hands. He offered to drive, turning the mistake into a fun road trip instead.

“I’m coming!” You called back with a frown as you washed your glass. “We’ve still got plenty of time. Even with traffic, we’re going to make it. The store doesn’t close till eight, so can you just relax?” You grabbed your phone and cap, tugging it over you head as you made your way to the front door.

“Honest to God, you’re such a-” He cut himself off when he saw you. His jaw dropped and he stared at you with absolute horror, “oh my God.” His comment made your eyes narrow in confusion. You were about to ask what he was going on about when he asked, “what the hell is on your head?”

“Um…” Your eyes darted up towards your cap. “A cap?” You’d completely forgotten you’d grabbed the Yankees hat Sebastian gave you for your birthday, the one Chris had made you swore you’d never wear because it was a 'betrayal’ to him and your marriage; he was an extremist, that one. “I don’t under-”

“You’re fucking wearing a Yankees cap,” he cut you off with a chuckle. “Seriously?” He asked as you confirmed his accusation. “Are we seriously going to do this again?” He tried not to smile when he remembered how the last play fight went; you’d worn a Falcons jersey courtesy of Octavia Spencer and you’d both ended up in the pool. “Take it off.” He told you when you’d tugged it back over your head. “We’re not going anywhere with you in that piece of trash.”

“Okay,” you laughed. “You need to calm down, mister. This was a birthday present from Seb and it’s one of my most comfortable caps. So no, I am not going to take it off because you can’t handle seeing merchandise from teams that aren’t yours.” He pressed his lips tightly together, squinting at you evilly. “Let’s go, weren’t you worried we weren’t going to make it in time?”

“Yes, but I can’t take you anywhere in that hat.”

“Chris,” you laughed and pinching his face in one of your hands. He tried not to laugh as you squished his cheeks, “it’s only cute when I’m in the mood. I’m not changing my hat, okay?” He scrunched his nose at you and you chuckled. “What’s wrong with the Yankees anyway?” You quizzed as you dropped your hand. “They’re a good team.”

“How. Dare. You?” He punctuated each word, emphasizing his shock and horror.

“Let’s just go, you dork.” You slipped your hand in his and pulled a laughing him out of the front door. “I don’t even know why you’re so offended.” You told him as he locked the front door; he glanced back at you with a face that said it all, making you laugh. “It’s not like I support the team, I don’t even like sports.”

“She says to her husband who is a sports fanatic,” he said monotonously in a teasing manner; you laughed. “It’s offensive because you’re married to a Bostonian and you should be supporting The Patriots and The Red Socks.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Just so you know, my mom would kill you if she saw that on your head.”

“She has and she didn’t.” You told him as you walked towards the car. His eyes narrowed because he didn’t believe you, and you teased him as you both got into the car, “not everyone is as petty as you, Evans.”

“True, but I know my mom and she’s as petty as me.” That wasn’t true. “C'mon, where do you think I get it from?” He joked as he turned the key in the ignition; the engine purred. “We got into a huge argument after I had to wear a Yankees hat for Nanny Diaries. Huge,” he emphasized, “Y/N.”

“That’s a fake story,” you laughed and he bit back his smile as he pulled the car out of the driveway. “You may be able to trick interviewers, Christopher.” He chuckled as he took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “But I’m your wife and I know everything about you.”

“Then you should know not to wear that hat,” he mumbled into your skin and you yanked your hand away, rolling your eyes. “God.” You both burst out laughing when you caught each others’ gazes. “You’re lucky I love you more than I hate that team.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed.

“About as ridiculous as you in that hat.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed harder, causing the corners of your eyes to crinkle which made Chris smile. “Are you honestly that annoyed by this hat?” You asked and he nodded. “Okay,” you chuckled. “If were wearing said hat when we first met, would you have approached me?”

“I’d like to say yes,” he winced and you laughed. “But the answer’s probably not.”

“So you would’ve been willing to miss out on this incredible life all because of a hat?”

“Funny,” he glanced at you with a cheeky grin, “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

“Once again,” you shook your head, laughing, “you’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” he chuckled and you smiled. His ridiculous and childish behavior was part of his incredible charm; you’d never fallen for him if he wasn’t exactly the way he was. “Now aren’t you glad we met at a fancy Vanity Fair party where tasteless caps weren’t part of the dress code?”

“Goooooood,” you groaned loudly and he joined in. Both of you were trying not to laugh as you feigned annoyance because you both found your partner and everything they did adorable. “I should have never married you, Chris Evans.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding. “But it’s too late now,” he winked as he wiggled his ring finger. His platinum band shimmered under the sunlight and you felt the smile on your lips grow even wider. You’d been together for four and a half years now, yet you still woke up each morning feeling like you were living in your wildest, happiest dreams. He took your hand, squeezing it tightly before entwining his fingers with yours. “You’re stuck with me, kid,” he said with a handsome grin.

“Bummer,” you teased, winking. “But hey, since we’re stuck with each other- Let me make things a little easier on you. You don’t like seeing this hat on me, right?” He made his 'duh’ face and you laughed as you pulled it off and placed it in your lap, straightening your hair with your free hand. “Well I love my husband and I don’t want to upset him, so- I’ll oblige.”

“Thank you,” he smiled.

“But I still need a hat, so-” you pulled his NASA cap from his head and he chuckled as you put it on yours. “But then-” you tried not to smile too wide as the hand in his tightened its grip, and the other prepared to yank Chris’ worst enemy on his head. “So do you.” You saw Chris realize what was happening before it happened; his eyes widened and he shook his head. “Ah, perfect.” You tugged it onto his head and he almost lost control of the car. “My handsome Yankees man. Navy blue suits you, baby,” you teased.

“Are you insane? Don’t do that while I’m driving, I could’ve gotten us killed.” He laughed when you did. “My instant reflex is to slap that piece of shit off my head,” he told you and you laughed harder. “Okay,” he chuckled. “You’ve had your fun, now get it off my head. You go ahead and wear it all you want, but don’t make me wear it. I swear it’s like burning my skin.” That comment made your stomach hurt from laughing too much. “Y/N, I’m serious!” He tried not to laugh but he couldn’t help himself. “Give me-” he tried to pull his hand from your grip but you tightened it. “Give me my hand!”

“No,” you giggled. “I like you in that cap, you look so dignified.”

“You’re going to get it when we get home,” he playfully warned with a smirk.

“You promise?” You bit your lower lip, smirking as flirtatiously as he was.

“You bet your ass I promise.”

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The Drake-Fisher Residence, New Awlins Edition

There are lot of cool photos and meta regarding the house that Nate and Elena live in at the end of the game, but what about unnecessary information about their residence in New Orleans?

We don’t know much about the way that Nate and Elena interact with the environment in which they live, in the sense that we’re not getting flashbacks to walking down Bourbon Street and immediately regretting walking down Bourbon Street, no one should ever walk down Bourbon Street or anything, but we do have context both in the environment of Nate’s workplace at Jameson Marine down by the Mississippi River warehouses, and in the buildings surrounding the Drake-Fisher residence in New Orleans proper.  I return from my last architectural analysis of the orphanage/Boston setting to talk to you about bridges, preservation ordinance, and THE SHOTGUN HOUSE.

(This is about to get really image-heavy.)

I’ll preface all this by saying that nowhere in New Orleans is there a truss bridge that looks like something between a Parker truss, a Pratt truss, and a Camelback truss, but fine, Naughty Dog, I’ll accept your bridge discrepancies. (I have outlined the truss shape in little red lines so it’s easier to discern. For you bridge-lovers. I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE.)

The layout of Nate and Elena’s house is pretty simple: a rectangle, with smaller rectangles inside of it. It’s small but comfortable, with an insulated attic space originally intended for storage and relatively tall ceilings. The latter is a hallmark of many Southern houses built before the advent of air conditioning, because heat rises and you can’t sit around sweating all damn day. Seriously. These ceilings are tall.

For convenience I’ve provided a basic plan layout I mocked up in AutoCAD, aka Satan’s Architecture Program, of the first, second, and attic floors, respectively. For those unfamiliar with reading floor plans, thinner lines at the border walls represent window openings, of which there are very few. This is not uncommon for shotgun houses, which I will talk about…now.

The shotgun house is awesome. It’s a piece of Southern vernacular architecture that has become synonymous with Creole culture the closer you get to the Equator while wandering away from the Mason-Dixon line, and was the most popular style of housing from the end of the American Civil War through the 1920s. Traditionally, the shotgun house is a narrow residence that is basically one long, skinny rectangle, with rooms arranged one after the other in a line. The only hallway, which provides access to each room, starts at the front door and runs all the way out the back door.

Here are a couple great examples!

There are some academic arguments about the origins of the name: I always heard it was called a “shotgun” because you could feasibly shoot through one door and out the other without hitting anything because there are no doors between the other rooms. Other scholars have suggested that “shotgun” is actually an Anglicized interpretation of “to-gun,” a Dahomey Fon term meaning “place of assembly,” thereby tying its roots to the housing of Afro-Haitian peoples. Blacks have historically outnumbered whites in New Orleans and it is entirely possible that they brought their housing arrangement traditions with them.

Shotgun houses can also come in two-story versions, or “camelback” versions, the latter of which basically adds a second story to the rear of the house, thus giving it a “hump.”

Anyway. ONTO THE ACTUAL GAME SCREENCAPS. Let’s start at the top, and work our way down!

The A-Frame gable (that triangle shape) of the attic space is pretty typical of two-story shotguns, as well as the window set into the gable, an element which can be seen in every shotgun gable photograph prior to this section. The window in their house is an oculus, or “eye” window, pretty popular during the Victorian period of building. The window is partly decoration, because a flat facade is incredibly boring visually, and partly for ventilation, though less so with air conditioning. Based on the insulation tacked between the ceiling joists and around the oculus (but the lack of visible ventilation duct work), this space is at least mildly cooler than the outside, which honestly isn’t saying much if you’ve ever been to New Orleans in the summer. I don’t know how Nate is wearing long sleeves up here and not sweating bullets.

Down on the official second floor, we get a good look at the fenestration arrangements (window shapes, sizes) and also the outside! Which gives us really great environmental context.

Behold! A classic New Orleans gallery house, complete with side-door, flanking lanterns, narrow columns and chimney, and those tall-ass windows. But how do you access the second-floor porch? The tall-ass window is your door! It’s also used to circulate air by pushing the lower sash up to the middle, and the upper sash down to the middle, letting the hot air out and the cool air in.

You’ll notice that the difference between the two-story shotgun and the gallery house is that even if the two-story shotgun has a second floor porch - which they often do not - columns do not run from floor to ceiling on the second level.

Outside the Drake-Fisher master bedroom window, you can pick up elements of New Orleans vernacular styles on the other buildings in the neighborhood.

The windows in their house on the second floor on the front and rear of the house are probably not original to the building, probably replaced before or during the rehab process, because they are of a style not indicative of the area: a wide central pane of glass flanked by two smaller, movable sashes. This style looks a lot like the windows of the Chicago style school of architecture, popularized in the early 1900s (below).

Based on the views available from every conceivable angle in both the master bedroom at the rear of the house, and Elena’s office at the front of the house, they live at the corner of two streets in a historic neighborhood.

Now to the first floor door! A great Central Door Look ™ is the kind that incorporates sidelights (those little stacked windows flanking either side of the door) with a strong Classical lintel over the door itself. Crown molding on the ceiling. Hardwood floors. Nice. Doors in most shotguns typically do not have sidelights (as they take up space) unless the door itself is centered.

Also literally no one but me cares about this but they have an antique door knob fixture and that’s cute! Older knobs were much smaller with slim, narrow plates. 

Based on the central placement of their door and its door surround/sidelights, as well as the placement of the stair on one side of the house, it’s a pretty safe assumption to make that they live in a shotgun. BUT ALEX, you cry, WHERE’S THAT ONE LONG HALLWAY AND THOSE SUBSEQUENT ROOMS? I’m super glad you asked, because it’s also not at all uncommon for shotgun houses to have their interiors gutted and rehabilitated to better suit modern needs! This is especially prevalent in New Orleans, where the majority of their historic preservation ordinances apply to the exterior of a building, rather than the interior!

This ordinance is most heavily used in the French Quarter, where you can subdivide and alter the interior of historic building to your hearts content, provided you maintain the exterior’s character-defining features (trim, paint color, cast-iron balconies, et cetera), but is also often applied to the houses in New Orleans’ other historic neighborhoods.

I hope this was edifying and/or interesting for anyone who is not historic preservation-inclined, but as a preservation specialist I was really delighted to see the amount of detail put into a space so small!!!

Yes - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 5)

Originally posted by prettylittlelarrie

Part 4

Word Count 4,655

You were now finished with tour and currently on a plane to London. Harry’s album had just been released the day before and he was doing a secret show that night in London. 

Harry had no idea that you were going to be at the show because you both agreed to just meet in LA when he was there to be on the Late Late Show. However, you missed him and you didn’t want to miss his first solo show because you knew he wasn’t just nervous about it, but it was special to him. 

No one knew you were coming and you weren’t sure how it was going to over. It would be the first time you’ve seen his family and London friends. By the time your plane lands you’ll have enough time to just freshen up at the hotel and head to the show nearby. 

You weren’t sure if you should surprise him before the show or after, but eventually, you decided on after because you didn’t want to ruin his little pre-show routine. 

When you got to the hotel, you took a shower, redid your hair and makeup and then changed into something nice. Once you were ready to go, you headed to the venue. 

You walked inside about twenty minutes before the show was about to start. It was crowded and hot and you were trying to figure out where you should go stand. 

You grabbed a water from the bar and started making your way through the crowd. You could see the section where Harry’s family and friends were standing. 

You bit your lip trying to figure out if you should go stand there or not. 

“Y/N?” Someone shouted. 

You looked behind you and saw a group of fans screaming your name. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see both Anne and Gemma looking right at you. 

“Hi,” you said to the fans. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” they smiled. “Can we get a picture?” 

“Of course,” you smiled and took a few pictures with the fans. 

“Are you and Harry really back together?” They asked. 

“Uh, yeah, we are,” you smiled. 

“Aww, that’s awesome! We’ve always rooted for you two!” She smiled. 

“Thank you,” you smiled. “That means a lot.” 

“You’re welcome,” she said hugging you quickly. 

You laughed and excused yourself to walk away. 

“Y/N,” Anne said. “Would you like to come stand with us?” 

“Sure,” you said nodding walking over to her. 

You were even more nervous now. 

“I didn’t know you were coming,” she said. 

“Nobody knew,” you said. “I came as a surprise to Harry.” 

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” she said. “How have you been?” 

“Great, I just finished tour,” you said.

“I bet you’re ready for some time off, now,” she said. 

“Uh, yeah, a little bit,” you admitted. 

“Hm, well maybe you’ll be able to take a holiday soon,” she said. “You know while Harry is busy and such.” 


“Maybe,” you said. 

Luckily, the lights went low and all conversations were finished. You smiled widely when Harry came out on stage with his band. He put on his guitar and looked out into the crowd before starting the first song. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Lou shouted giving you a hug. “How’ve you been?” 

“Great, you?” You shouted back. 

“Same! Do you want a drink?” She asked. 

“Oh, uh, no I’ve got water,” you smiled. 

“You sure you don’t want anything stronger?” She asked. 

“No, I’m good,” you said. 

“Okay! But if you change your mind, let me know,” she smiled. 

You nodded and looked back upon the stage. Harry’s gaze was looking through the crowd again and he looked over at his family when he saw you standing there. 

A smile grew from ear to ear on his face with a bit of a smirk. When the show was over, you all headed to where the caravan was, since there wasn’t really a backstage area. 

You were sort of on your own to the side, while everyone else was standing in a group talking to one another. You sighed looking down at your phone as you waited. 

If it wasn’t for seeing Harry, you would have already left and gone back to your hotel room. You heard the door open and out walked Harry. His family and friends were cheering for him, but he ignored them as he ran over to you. 

“Y/N!” He laughed picking you up and spinning around. “What are you doing here?” 

“I couldn’t miss out on your big show,” you smiled. 

“Are you feeling okay? I know it was boiling in there,” he said. 

“Yes, I’m fine,” you said. “I had plenty of water.” 

“Good,” he smiled giving you a quick kiss. 

You giggled. “You were fucking amazing!” you smiled. 

“I was so nervous,” he laughed. 

“Harry,” Anne said from behind you two. 

“Oh, hey, Mum,” he said letting you go and hugging her. “Hey, Gem,” 

“You were great,” Gemma smiled hugging her brother. 

“Amazing sweetie,” Anne smiled. “We’re so proud of you.” 

“Thanks, Mum,” he smiled. “I’m really happy you all were here.” 

Harry wrapped his arm around you. “All of you,” he smiled kissing your head. 

“Well, shall we get some food now?” Robin asked. “I’m starved.” 

“Yeah, I could go for some food, what about you baby?” He smiled. 

“You know I’m always up for eating,” you laughed. 

“Sounds good,” he smiled. “I need to grab some things from in here, so we’ll just meet you all there in a bit, okay?” 

“We could just wait,” Anne said. 

“No, go on ahead and get a table. Y/N and I will be there shortly,” he said. 

Anne sighed and just nodded before walking to the car along with everyone else. Harry quickly brought you into the caravan and pulled you to him. 

“I can’t believe that you’re here,” he smiled putting his hands on your face. 

“You’re not the only one, but you seem to be the only one happy that I am,” you sighed. 

“I’m sorry about my Mum and sister,” he whispered. “But they’re just trying to look out for me. They think I’m too blinded by love with you.” 

“Damn it, Harry, if they already hate that I’m here, then they’re really going to hate me when they find out about the baby!” You sighed. “They’re gonna think I like tricked you into getting me pregnant or something.” 

“We don’t have to go to dinner if you’re not comfortable,” he whispered. 

“No, no I’ll be okay. Besides this is your night and you should spend with everyone you love and who loves you,” you smiled. “Besides, I don’t want to go back to the hotel just yet.” 

“You are not staying in a hotel,” he said. “You’re coming home with me,” he smirked putting his hands on your hips. 

“Am I now?” You smirked. 

“Yeah, you are, I’ve got too much adrenaline that I’m going to need to get out of my system before I’ll be able to sleep tonight,” he said. 

“And I take it I’m the only one that can help with that?” You giggled. 

“You’re the only one I want to help with that,” he smirked. 

“Good answer,” you smiled. “Now, come on we better get going before everyone thinks we couldn’t wait until after dinner.” 

“Well, we could pop out a quickie right here,” he nodded over to the little couch. 

“Maybe next time, loverboy,” you smirked heading to the door. 

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” he said following you out the door. 


When you two arrived at the restaurant, you could tell the air changed a bit as soon as you walked in and you knew that Harry could feel it too. He kissed your cheek before you sat down in the chair he pulled out and then sat next to you. 

“So, how does it feel to have that first show over with?” Lou asked. 

“Amazing, I mean, I was nervous, but looking back now, it went by too fucking fast,” he laughed. “But then again, I’m used to doing longer shows too.” 

“You were so good,” you smiled. “I’m… We’re all so proud of you.” 

“Yeah, really proud of you, baby bro,” Gemma said. 

“Thanks, everyone,” he smiled. 

You all order some food and some order some drinks, but you and Harry stick with water. Once again, nobody else was really talking to you, but Harry and Lou. 

Halfway through the dinner, Anne stands up and clinks her glass. “I’d like to make a toast,” she smiled. 

“Oh god,” Harry laughed. 

“Hush now,” she laughed. “I just want to stay how proud I am of you and how with each thing you do, I find myself being even more proud of you. And I’m looking forward to what you have going on next throughout the rest of the year as you focus solely on your career and see where that takes you.”

You weren’t sure what it was about her speech, but you felt as if that last part was a dig towards you and your relationship with Harry. That he should just focus on his career and not rekindling a relationship with you. Tears were forming in your eyes and you weren’t sure if it was the hormones or just the entire night, but while everyone else was cheering Harry on and clinking their glasses with another one, you get up from the table and rush out of the restaurant.

When you walked out, you didn’t even think about the paps that would be standing outside until you were blinded by the flashing lights. You tried to cover your face with your hands and walk away at the same time, but they just kept getting closer and shouting things at you. 

There was one pap who actually got a little too close to the point where he was knocking your hand away from your face. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you snarled. “And get that fucking camera out of my face.” 

“Oh don’t be like that,” he said. “Just give us one good shot.” 

You ignored him and kept walking until you felt arms around your waist and you being lifted off the ground. 

You realized it was the pap and he was trying to feel you up. You elbowed him in the nose and he dropped you down. 

“You fucking bitch,” he yelled as red liquid dripped down his nose and over his mouth. 

The flashing lights were getting brighter and closer to catch the aftermath of what just happened. 

“Y/N!” You heard from behind you. “Fucking move!” 

You turned around and saw a very angry Harry and Jeff walking through the crowd of paps. 

“Y/N!” Harry shouted again. 

“I’m over here,” You shouted. 

“You’re fucking over! I’m pressing charges you little bitch,” the pap said getting in your face. 

“Go right ahead! I’m sure the cops would love to hear how you assaulted me first!” You screamed. 

“You liked it and you know it!” He smirked going to grab you again. 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Harry said pushing himself in between you and the pap. “You lay one fucking hand on her…” 

“I already did,” he smirked. “She’s got nice tits and they’re real too.” 

Harry only saw red and clenched his fists. He was one second away from drawing his fist up and punching the pap square in the face when security came in and made everyone with a camera get away. 

Angry tears were streaming down your face and Harry turned to face you. 

“Baby, baby, calm down,” he said softly. 

“I can’t! He fucking grabbed me! He picked me up and grabbed my chest!” You cried. “I should have broken his dick along with his nose.” 

“Let’s get you inside,” he said when he noticed people were looking around. 

Harry put his arms around you protectively and walked you into the restaurant. Harry walked you past the table containing his family and friends. 

“Lou, can you come with us?” Harry whispered. 

Lou nodded quickly as she got up from her seat. Anne and Gemma looked at each other worriedly as they saw the shape that you were in and the look of pure hatred and anger on Harry’s face. 

“Can you help her wash up a bit and calm down?” Harry whispered. “I can’t exactly go into the Ladies’ room with her and I don’t want anyone staring at her.” 

“Course,” Lou said. “Come on, love.” 

Harry clenched his fist again and wanted nothing more than to punch a hole in the wall and pretend it was that ass’s face. He was more than pissed off at the fact the guy fucking touched you like that. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you were pregnant and what if that situation escalated and harmed the baby. 

It was still early on in the pregnancy and he would be devasted if something happened to the baby. His thoughts were interrupted when Anne and Gemma made their way over to him. 

“Sweetie, what happened?” Anne asked. 

“Oh, don’t even act like you care, Mum. You two have been treating Y/N like shit the entire night and if you wouldn’t have done that, she never would have gone outside without me or someone to protect her and none of that would have happened,” Harry snapped. 

“Woah, what happened?” Gemma asked. 

“There were easily fifteen or so paps outside flashing cameras in her face outside and then one asshole picked her up and grabbed her. Like assaulted her grabbed her. She managed to hit him in the nose somehow and I got there before he could do anything else and then security got there before I could do anything to him,” Harry clenched his teeth. 

“Oh my god, is she okay?” Anne asked. 

“Did she look fucking okay?” Harry sighed. “No, she’s pissed the fuck off and so am I.” 

The door to the women’s restroom opened up and revealed Lou. 

“She wants you,” Lou said. “There’s no one else in here, so don’t worry.” 

Harry nodded and went into the bathroom. 

“Baby,” he whispered. 

You were leaned up against the counter with tears running down your face. You looked up at him with scared eyes.

“I-I think something’s wrong with the baby,” you sniffled holding your stomach. “It h-hurts.” 

“Oh my god,” he said rushing over to you. “A-Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” you cried. “I’m scared.” 

“MUM! GEMMA! SOMEONE!” Harry cried holding on to you. 

“What’s wrong?” Anne demanded as she rushed into the bathroom. 


You were on the ground now because the pain was unbearable. You gripped onto Harry’s shirt as you cried. Harry was beyond terrified in that moment, but he tried to hold his composure because he had to be strong for you. 

Your face had turned pale and you were started shake. “The baby… please tell me I’m not losing our baby,” you whispered. 

Anne, Gemma, and Lou’s eyes all widened, but Harry ignored their reaction. 

“You’re not, baby,” he whispered. “You’re going to be fine and our baby is going to be just fine. Everything is going to be okay.” 

You closed your eyes as Harry held you close. You didn’t know what was happening. You didn’t care what was happening as long as your baby, your and Harry’s baby was okay. 


As soon as you arrived at the hospital, they took you straight back and made Harry stay out in the waiting room. He was pacing around and running his hands through his hair. 

“Honey, why don’t you come sit down now,” Anne said softly. 

“I can’t sit down! I need to know if my girlfriend and our baby are alright!” He said.

“Sweetheart, come here,” she said. 

He sighed and walked over to the chair next to her. 

“Everything is going to be okay,” she whispered. “The doctor’s are going to take great care of her.” 

“But what about the baby…” he sniffled. “What if something happens to the baby?” 

“How long have you two known about the baby?” She asked. 

“A few weeks,” he sighed. “We found out while I was on tour with her.” 

“I know this probably isn’t the best time to ask this, but are you sure it’s yours?” She asked. 

Harry looked over at his mom with wide eyes. “How can you ask me that?” 

“It’s a valid question, Harry. You two weren’t together for over a year, she could have been seeing other people,” she said. 

“Well, she wasn’t. She didn’t fuck anyone. It’s my baby, it’s our baby,” he said. “And if you would have just accepted the fact we’re back together and didn’t treat her like shit, none of this would have happened.” 

“Harry, this wasn’t my fault and I’m sorry for how I treated her. You’re right, I wasn’t giving her a chance…” she said. 

“No, you didn’t,” he said. “And that was all that I asked when I first told you we were together to give her a fucking chance.” 

“I know and I’m sorry. I was shocked she showed up and all I could think about was the last time you two were together and how hurt you were,” she sighed. “Once we find out, her and the baby are okay, I’ll apologize to her and turn over a new leaf. I promise.” 

“Thank you,” he whispered. “They have to be okay. I don’t know what I’d do if they weren’t,” he sniffled. 

“Shh,” she whispered taking him into her arms. She rubbed his back and he cried softly in her arms. 

A few minutes later, a doctor walked out into the waiting room. 

“The family of Y/N,” the doctor said looking around. 

Harry quickly stood up. “Here! I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” he said. 

The doctor walked over towards Harry and Harry looked up at him nervously. 

“Is she okay? What about the baby?” He asked quickly. 

“They’re both fine,” he said softly. “Y/N is resting and you can see her in a bit. Now, I understand that Y/N was under some stress prior to experiencing the pain.” 

Harry nodded. “Yes, she was, is that what caused it?” 

“I’m afraid so,” he said. “And if she hadn’t gotten here when she did, we not have been able to calm her down and save the baby. But I will say that for the next few weeks, she needs to take it easy. She’s still in the early onset of pregnancy and after a scare like this, it’s critical to make sure nothing like this happens again.” 

“Of course,” Harry nodded. “We’ll do everything we can. Can I see her now?” 

“Yes, the nurse will take you back,” he said. 

Harry followed the nurse back to your room. When he walked through the door, he went straight to your bedside. You were hooked up to an IV.  Your eyes were closed, so Harry placed a soft kiss on your forehead. 

Tears fell from his eyes as he watched you sleep. He laid next to you on the bed and put his hand on your belly. 

“God, I was so scared,” he sniffled. “I thought we were going to lose our baby.” 

“I love you,” he whispered. “And I’m never going to let anything like what happened tonight happen ever again.” 

You moved around a bit and opened your eyes slowly. You looked up and saw Harry laying next to you. 

“Hi,” you whispered. 

He laughed a bit. “Hi,” he smiled moving hair out of your face. 

“Is the baby okay?” You whispered. 

“Our baby is perfect,” he smiled. 

“I was so scared,” you sighed. 

“Me too,” he sniffled. “I was scared for both of you.” 

“I’m sorry I ruined your big night,” you sighed sadly. 

“Hey, hey, no, baby, don’t worry about that. I’m just so fucking glad that you’re okay and so is our baby,” he whispered. 

“You’re still wearing the pink trousers,” you laughed. 

He laughed. “I didn’t exactly have time to change into something a little more hospital appropriate.” 

You giggled. “Honestly, I can see you know wearing one of your Gucci suits when the baby is born because it’s such a special occasion.” 

“That’s actually not a bad idea, love,” he joked. 

“Oh, god,” you giggled. 

There was a knock on the door and Anne peeked her head in. “Mind if I come in?” She asked. 

Harry looked at you and you gave him a nod. 

“No, it’s okay, come on in, Mum,” he said softly. 

“How are you feeling?” Anne asked. 

“Tired,” you sighed. 

“You gave us all quite the scare,” she said. “But we’re glad that you’re okay.” 

“I take it you know about the baby now, don’t you?” You whispered. 

“I do, yes,” Anne nodded. “And Y/N, I just want you to know that I’m sorry for how I treated you tonight.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered. “I accept your apology.” 

She smiled. “And I just want you to know that from here on out, I’m going to give you a chance. Not because of the baby or because of what happened tonight, but because I know how much my son loves you and that’s good enough for me.” 

“Thank you, that really means a lot,” you smiled. “And I love him too.” 

She smiled. “The doctor said that you’ll have to stay over, so would you like me to bring anything for tomorrow morning or tonight?” 

“Uh, maybe a change of clothes,” Harry laughed. 

“Okay, I can do that,” she laughed. “Well, I’ll be back soon, okay.” 

Harry nodded and then looked down at you. “Why don’t you get some rest?” He whispered. 

“You’re not gonna leave tonight right?” You mumbled. 

“Of course, not, I’m not leaving for a second,” he whispered. 

You nodded and closed your eyes. 


You were discharged from the hospital the next day. Harry made sure that security was up and there were no paps outside. The nurse pushed you in a wheelchair out to the car and Harry helped you inside before driving you to his house. 

When he arrived, he parked his car and then came around to help you out. 

“Harry, I’m okay, I can walk on my own,” you laughed. 

“I know, but I just want to help you,” he said wrapping his arm around your waist. 

You walked inside the house and smelled that his Mom was cooking breakfast. “You can lay down on the couch and I’ll go grab your things from the hotel,” he said. 

“Okay,” you said. 

“Do you need anything else?” He asked moving hair out of your face. 

“Um, no I should be good. I didn’t really unpack anything, so you should just be able to grab the bags I brought,” you said. 

He nodded and kissed you quickly before standing up. 

“Wait!” You said. “Don’t you have a flight to catch this afternoon? I mean, don’t we? Maybe we should just wait until we head to the airport to grab it,” you said. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said. “You just got out of the hospital. Do you really think you should be on a long flight?” 

“But you need to go, you have work,” you said. 

“I’m not leaving you here alone,” he said. “James will understand, we can reschedule.” 

“You can’t do that,” you said. “Everyone is looking forward to you being on the show.” 

“And you can’t stay here alone,” he sighed. 

“Babe, I’m fine,” you said. “The doctor said I just needed to take it easy and not get stressed, I’d be more stressed if you didn’t go to LA than me being here by myself.” 

“Or should come back home with me,” Anne said walking into the living room with a plate of food. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ease drop.” 

“No, no it’s okay,” he said. “Would you really take her back home with you?” 

“Of course, I don’t mind, but only if Y/N would like to,” she said. 

“If it means that you’ll go to LA and not worry about me, then yes, I’ll go. Plus, it’ll give your Mom and I time to catch up,” you smiled over to her. 

“See, it’s settled. You’ll go on to LA and Y/N will ride back home with us,” she smiled. 

He sighed and looked down at you. “Are you sure you’ll be okay without me here?” 

“Yes, nothing is really wrong with me anyway, so you have nothing to worry about,” you said. 

“I have everything to worry about,” he sighed. “I have you to worry about for one and our baby for another.”  

“But we’re both fine,” you said taking his hand. 

“Right now, yes, but what if something happens while I’m gone?” He whispered. “I’d never forgive myself.” 

“Nothing is going to happen and you’re only going to be gone for a week,” you said. “And then you’ll be back or I can fly to you in a few days.” 

“No, I don’t want you flying,” he said shaking your head. 

“Yes, Dad,” you joked. 

He laughed. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay, I know it’s because you love us,” you smiled. 

“I do, I really do,” he smiled. 

“We love you too,” you smiled. “And we’ll be fine.” 

He sighed putting his forehead against yours. “Please, do what the doctor said and take it easy,” he whispered. “I’ll be asking Mum if you’re doing what you need to do.” 

You laughed. “Trust me, I’ve been working for months, I’m gonna take some much needed rest.” 

“You better, now you eat your breakfast, while I go pack, okay?” He said. 

“Yes, sir!” You joked. 

“Don’t be such a smart ass,” he laughed. 


About an hour later, Harry was about to head out to the airport. He dropped his bags by the door and came over to sit next to you on the couch. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” he pouted. 

‘Yeah, sorry my suprise visit didn’t go better,” you said. 

“It wasn’t your fault,” he said. “And as soon as I get the chance, I’m gonna find that prick and we’re gonna press charges.” 

“We can do all that, but it’s not gonna do anything,” you sighed. 

“We can’t just let him get away with that,” he said. “He grabbed you and almost harmed our baby.” 

“I’m not supposed to stress out remember? Trying to hunt down the guy and go through all the shit to press charges would do just that,” you said. “I’m pretty sure the broken nose I gave him, will do just fine.” 

“I wish I saw that,” he admitted. “I bet it was so bad ass and hot,” he smirked. 

“The blood on my shirt wasn’t,” you laughed. 

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said. “I’ll buy you ten new ones.” 

“As much as I don’t want you to go, you probably should go so you don’t miss your flight,” you said. 

He nodded and leaned over to kiss you. “I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you too,” you smiled. 

“And I love you,” He giggled kissing your belly. 

“You’re so fucking cheesy,” you laughed. 

“Only for my babies,” he smiled. 

Harry stood up and walked over to Anne. “Bye Mum,” he said. “Thanks for taking care of Y/N.” 

“Of course, now go have fun in LA and I’ll keep you updated with everything,” she said. 

He smiled. “Love ya,” he said giving her hug and then walking over to you one more time. 

“Bye baby,” he said giving you a hug and kiss before walking out the door. 

You sighed laying back against the couch. This was not how you wanted things to go, but you were thankful that your baby was okay. Now, you just hoped this next with Anne would help your relationship get back to what it once was and not make it worse. 

Worth It

July 17: Air Conditioning / It’s Complicated / Pride @bakudeku-week

The love story of Bakugou and Midoriya, as told by Class 1-A and associates.


Note: Multiple POV, Bakugou Katsuki Swears a Lot, Humor. Listen, you thought that I’d follow up that angst fest from yesterday’s prompt with some more angst, but nah. You’d be wrong.

Toshinori Yagi

All Might watched as the two of them made another lap around the track. Darkness was settling fast and security lights were flickering on, but still neither had finished, nor shown signs of serious exhaustion. He let them round the track a few more times before called a halt, letting them catch their breath. Both were panting and sweaty, but they weren’t glaring at each other anymore, but at him.

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