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.
A/N: Epilogue time! Yes, this is the end to Chapter One of my next Chris Evans Mini Series. I guess you can call this a spin off. So glad you all joined me on this incredible journey ❤️ (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/Part 5A/5B)
Chris’ lips rested against the mouth of his beer bottle. He couldn’t help his smile as he watched you with his niece, Stella. You were both on your hands and knees searching for a four leafed clover in a patch of what seemed like mostly three leafed clovers. She’d asked if you’d help her find one after she’d saw your clover pendant resting between your collarbones and you’d told her it brought good luck. Chris was about to go over and help when he saw you’d found one; you held it up with great triumph and passed it to an excitable Stella, who threw her arms around you to give you a great big hug as a thank you. You hugged her back, looking over at Chris. You smiled when you saw that he was already smiling at you, then chuckled when he winked at you. Your eyes fell to his lips when he deliberately drank his beer in slow motion, the smugness on his face told you that he knew exactly what he was doing to you. You shook your head at him with a bit back smile as Stella ran off and you rose to your feet.
“Stop it, Chris,” you instructed him when you joined his side.
“Stop what?” He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into him.
“You know what,” you chuckled and he bit back his cheeky smile. “So stop it.”
Chris just laughed and pressed a kiss against the side of your head. In return, you smiled and wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned your head against him. It’d only been a few days since you officially became a couple, but everything was going swimmingly. It was apparently because you were still going through the honeymoon phase, but you and Chris didn’t believe in that. If you were with the right person, it wouldn’t matter how short of how long you’d been together- things were always going to stay in the honeymoon phase. It was hard to predict the future, but you and Chris were pretty freaking sure the both of you were going to stay in that phase for a very, very long time.
You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket and you took your arm off Chris to check it. You’d taken a week off school to spend the week in Boston with Chris and his family before he had to leave for Atlanta. You’d promised your professors you’d do your studies via distance education so every buzz was either another lecture in MP4, or assignment notes in PDF. Chris felt terrible about making you miss your classes, but you assured him that it was fine. You were a staff favorite and you were on good terms with majority of your classmates; they were all more than happy to help while you pursue a love that was clearly going to bring you a lot of joy.
You knew missing class to be with a boy was dumb, that past you would’ve berated present you for putting a boy over your own education and budding career. But you also knew future you would thank you, she would thank you because the boy you were with wasn’t just any boy. He was a man that was going to give you the entire universe when you thought you only deserved a single star; a man that was going to love you unconditionally and eternally; a man that was going to take care of you and put your needs above his; a man that was going to do anything to help you make your dreams come true. Now making you miss class to spend time with him before he left for his job seemed to contradict that point, but he had something up his sleeve. But that was something he was going to keep aside until you graduated, as not just a graduation present but also an act of incredible love and faith.
“Do you need to get to your laptop?” He asked when he saw that you’d received another lecture. “Are you sure?” He asked when you shook your head with a reassuring smile, slipping your phone back into your pocket because you wanted to be present. “I can take you back, we can grab a plate and head back to the house. Ma wouldn’t mind, she actually yelled at me for making you miss school,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.
“It’s fine, it’s only Professor Killian’s lecture,” you told him and he felt slightly better. “Relax,” you chuckled because he only felt slightly better; his eyes displayed his extreme guilt. “I’m a good student, I can manage missing a week. Plus- it’s not like I’m not working while I’m here, I am. I’m fine, Chris,” you pressed your hand against his face as you assured him.
“Okay,” he kissed your palm; you smiled and pulled your hand away. You heard Chris chuckle as you wrapped your arm back around Chris’ waist. “Incoming,” he whispered into your ear and you smiled at Scott, his brother, who was walking over to join you. He had a frown on his face which worried you until Chris explained, “he’s pissed about your hat.” You laughed, because of course he was; you were wearing a Yankees cap in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. “I told you not to wear it, but you didn’t listen.”
“Navy blue looks good on me,” you pouted.
“Yeah it does,” he nodded, laughing as he kissed your head again.
“You really are smitten with her, aren’t you?” Scott teased Chris, smiling at you because he liked you; he’d made it pretty clear to you and Chris and the rest of his family. “I still remember you arguing with your director because you didn’t want to wear a Yankees cap for The Nanny Diaries, and now you’re actually kissing the uniform of the enemy?” Chris rolled his eyes and you laughed along with Scott. “Wow, the girl’s got you whipped.”
“Fuck off, Scott,” Chris chuckled, playfully shoving his brother. “This is not whipped, this is love.” He said to him, smiling at you; you smiled back. “Yes, I hate the Yankees but- my love for Y/N trumps that hate, so-” he took his ‘Natural Addiction’ cap off his head and swapped it with your Yankees cap; the one that he’d jokingly said would burn his skin if he touched it. “Boom, I’ve put on the uniform of the enemy.”
“Traitor,” Scott pretended to shoot Chris a death stare, but he was secretly happy to see how serious his brother was about a girl. In Chris’ defense, you were a pretty freaking amazing girl; his whole family thought so and didn’t even flinch at the fact that you wore a Yankees hat. “We’re going to have to disown you after this barbecue, you know that right?” You and Chris laughed. “You are a bad influence, Miss Y/L/N. What’s wrong with the Boston Red Sox?”
“Nothing,” you chuckled, “I just like wearing the hat ‘cause I like how I look in navy blue.”
“And if she likes wearing this hat ‘cause she likes how she looks in navy blue,” he swapped your hats back around, “she can go right ahead.” You felt your smile widen; it was a small act, but also huge if you knew what Chris was like when it came to sports and his Boston teams. “I’ll even defend her from fanatics like you,” he told him, squeezing you tightly.
“Aw,” Scott cooed mockingly, even though he found the two of you incredibly cute together. “Okay,” he held his hands up in surrender. “I’ll back off before he pulls another terrible prank on me. Did you hear about the time he made-”
“You pee your pants?” You laughed when Scott shot a laughing Chris a weary look. “Yup, I know all the embarrassing stories. I’m not only a fan, but I’ve been friends with Chris for a while now. It’s okay, Scott,” you called as he walked away, pretending to pout. “I thought it was mean on Chris’ part.” He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at you, winking; you definitely had his approval. “I’m nailing this whole family meeting, aren’t I?”
“Mm hm,” Chris nodded, placing both hands on your waist to turn you towards him. “I mean- I did do the hard yards for you, so don’t get too cocky.” He teased you and you smiled, tugging at his hat before wrapping your arms around his neck. “But come on, did you expect anything less from your amazing self? You had me at 'thanks for the input I didn’t ask for’.” He continued to tease you and you laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up as you buried your face in his chest. He laughed and hugged you tightly, mumbling into your hat, “you know I love you, Y/N.”
“Yeah,” you grinned, looking up to meet his gaze. “And you know I love you too.”
Scully spent Christmas Eve at Maggie’s surrounded by
loud family, mounds of presents, her mother’s recently acquired goldfish and what
felt like a gigantic hole where her heart should have been. William enjoyed his
Merry-Go-Round ride from relative to relative, drooling, patting, sitting up
and pulling hair whenever possible. She, on the other hand, spent her time staring into space, remembering
the two Christmases that Mulder spent with her family, sitting behind
her on the floor, hand gently resting a hair’s width from her thigh, shin
folded against her back end as he shuffled up close, watching the festivities
over her shoulder, his breath so close to her, so warm and soft on her neck.
Suddenly, a restlessness shook her, a need to move,
a need to see him, a need to hold him so strong she had to stand, pacing back
and forth to the confusion of her mother, who watched her quietly from the
couch. Her circle took her from the living room to the kitchen, down the hall,
past the bathroom and stairs, soon returning to the living room. She traced
the path four times before she found Maggie standing in her way in the
“Honey, are you all right?”
Rooted there, hands playing with themselves,
wringing absently, “I need to go home, Mom. I just … something … I need to go.
I’m sorry. I know it’s not that late but if you won’t hate me, I’m going to get
She didn’t want to see them go but something in
Dana’s tone of voice drove her to nod her head, “of course. Just tell everyone
Will kept you up late last night and you both need your rest.”
Crooking an eyebrow and trying to smile, “lying on
Christmas Eve. God will not approve.”
“I’ll deal with the repercussions but I think it
will be fine.” Giving Scully a hug, “just don’t forget to come back in the
morning. I’ll have been too long away from my little Will by then.” Stepping
back, Maggie gave her a soft look, “we’ll be up at 6am, like usual, Mass at 9,
breakfast at 10:30, like always.”
“We’ll be here, promise.”
With a smile, “do your best.”
Scully managed to get into her apartment and lock
the door before she stopped dead in her tracks, her senses coming on line
instantly. Putting Will’s carrier gently down on the floor partially under the
end table, she slipped her gun from her waist, then began scouting the
apartment, not sure what was bothering her but looking thoroughly through every
room, closet, behind ever door and under every bed. Once she was satisfied, she
returned to the living room, retrieving Will first before her eyes finally
processed what was different.
Hanging on the Christmas tree, dead center and
nearly hidden by an angled branch, was an ornament that had not been there
earlier in the day.
Spinning quickly on her heel, she half expected to
see him standing behind her, ready to scare the bejesus out of her, kiss her,
hug her, cry when he saw how big his son was becoming. Instead, she only saw an
empty kitchen, cold and dark, the misery overwhelming her instantly; she’d
missed him, missed him sneaking in, missed him wanting to see his little boy
and her, missed him so close she could smell his soap and taste his skin.
She burst into tears.
It was well after midnight before she finally began
dozing, her head nodding, her ears finally relaxing to every sound made within
the apartment. She was just slipping into a half-formed dream of Mulder when
she felt a pair of ice cold lips on her own. Eyes flying open, Scully saw him,
so real and so very close that the first thing she did was swing, heavy-fisted,
catching him squarely at the top of his cheekbone, sliding her knuckles across
his closed eye and ramming into his nose. After a millisecond of hesitated
confusion, she was crouching over his hunched form, Mulder holding his face and
Yanking his hands away, she twisted his head towards
her and kissed him, amazed he was real and whole and in front of her when she
missed him the most.
He kissed her back for a few moments, then pulled
away, whispering, “what the hell was that!?”
She met his mouth again and he stopped asking
questions, too busy running his hands over her, pulling her tightly against
him, to worry about a bruised cheekbone and burning eye. He only separated
enough to pull the sweater over her head, making a note to comment on it
eventually, once he remembered how to say more than a moaned ‘I love you’ in
the general vicinity of her bare breasts, smooth thighs, curved ass and
The fear, however, set in the moment the pooled
sweat between them began to evaporate. He felt her muscles tense, coiling in
preparation to defend him, to kill him, to throw him from her house in fear for
their son’s life.
His hands came down on her upper arms, his leg
holding her knees, voice almost inaudibly, “don’t do this yet … please?”
She beat him to the punch, sliding sideways from his
grasp and off the bed, shivering suddenly in the cold darkness, “do what?
Wonder if somebody’s going to break in here and kill you? Shoot you in my bed?”
Mulder shushed her as he sat up, pulling the sheets
around his shoulders, “yell any louder you’re going to wake up Will.”
“What the hell are you doing here, Mulder? You’re
supposed to be hiding somewhere, far, far away from the eight thousand people
who have you at the top of their shit list.”
Seeing this might not go as smoothly as he’d hoped,
he sat up, pushing aside sheets, reaching out to wrap his fingers around her
hip to pull her closer, “I couldn’t stay away. Not on Christmas. The guys have
been dropping hints that I’m somewhere in southern Florida and the surveillance
team that had eyes on you tonight gave up and went home to their families or
their bottles of whiskey or their mothers, I have no idea, but Byers gave me
the all clear to come in and I did and you belted me.”
Stomach clenching, “there’s a team on me?”
“Yeah. Skinner’s guys so not too terrible but I
couldn’t have anyone, not even Walter, know I’m here so I had to wait until
By now, she was trapped between knobby knees, thigh
muscles giving under the pressure of his hold on her, “then where did the
ornament come from?”
Not smiling, wishing with all his heart he’d been
the one to hang it, “I gave it to Frohike to hang for me in case I didn’t make
She kissed him again with a fierceness fueled by
six-month separation, her lips hovering over his when she finally pulled back
to catch her breath, “do you want to see Will?”
His arms tightened around her, a spasmodic jerk of
nervous anxiety, “yes, please.”
After pulling on pajamas, she retrieved their son,
climbing carefully into bed before laying him between them. Mulder settled
beside him immediately, head against the mattress alongside the boy’s, staring
in wonder at his perfect nose, curved chin and pursed lips, “God, Scully, how
can I ever leave him again?”
“You don’t have to.”
Allowing Will to blur slightly as he focused on
Scully over his head, “please don’t make this harder. I have a few more hours
then,” tears ran rivers down his cheeks at this point but she made no move to
clear them, “God, don’t fight with me now, okay? I can’t handle it.”
Heart breaking, she cried with him, watching him
smooth his fingers over light eyebrows and reddening hair, button nose and chin
cleft, apple-round cheeks and near-translucent eyelids. Quiet tears fell on
small pajamas and Scully held her boys as close as possible while they snuggled
on the rumpled bed, breathed lullabies sung to sleeping ears. Mulder lived, for
a brief moment, the mundane, homebound existence he wished for and dreamed of
every hour he was awake and every moment he slept.
Eventually, exhaustion drove her to sleep but Mulder
remained alert, basking in the precious time he was part of a family again.
His tiny, bigger than the world family.
He stayed until just before dawn, holding his boy
close for the last hour, cradling him to his chest, memorizing his smell, his
fingers and toes, his hummingbird heartbeat and the sounds he made, from cooing
to grunting to that soul-melting sigh that made Mulder shut his eyes, try to
absorb the perfection that was his son.
Scully woke to an empty bed, Will gone but making
noise on the baby monitor, demanding breakfast and a clean diaper. The
depression settled in quickly, the cold, heaviness of the apartment telling her
he was already gone.
Moving automatically to Will’s room, she found a
note hanging from the crib, taped and innocently waiting to be read. Forcing
herself to wait until she’d changed Will and fed him, she finally settled him
on her hip before unfolding the paper.
An hour later, she forced herself to get both of
them ready for the return trip to Grandma’s house, Scully finally giving up
halfway through, moving to the tree to examine yet again the ornament he’d left
behind: one of a little boy in an oversize Yankee jersey, cap askew, glove at
his feet, bat too large to hold up off the ground with the words ‘Daddy’s
Little Home Run Hitter’ written underneath.
On the opposite side, Mulder had carefully printed
in his trademark Sharpie “I love you” and the year.
Will loves college life. He loves his campus, the atmosphere, his new friends, his roommate. What he doesn’t love is a groggy next door neighbor that’s always got dark bags under his eyes and a snarky mouth.
Will had always thirsted for
the day he would finally move out of his childhood home and into his own place.
A place where he could finally really start his life. Of course, he would miss
his mom, he would miss his friends back in Texas, and he would miss the sun and
the warmth. However, as soon as he had gotten that acceptance letter from his
dream school, all his instincts told him to hurry up and get out of here. He
would never tell his emotional mess of a mom that, of course. She would cry
whenever they talked about it for the next few weeks. Will loved his mom. She
was his absolute everything. All that he really had. His father wasn’t much of
a father figure, never really in Will’s life much. He had met him maybe three
times, as far as he could remember, but Will didn’t hate the guy. He was
actually quite fond of the egocentric bastard, although he always pretended to
do so when he saw him. Apollo, Will’s dad, had an important and difficult
lifestyle, and Will couldn’t really blame him for not staying in Texas with him
and his mom.
some Percabeth chibis that I did for my cross-pacific big sister @nerdyadventures , and turned into a sticker set available in my Etsy store!
it was a lot of fun to draw them, I obviously had to do the iconic underwater kiss scene, and I gave Percy a hoodie reminisce of that shirt from the Lightning Thief musical (complete with fish tassels, of course!) I also included Riptide and Annabeth’s magic Yankee’s cap as well, so you get all four 2.5" stickers for just $5aud/$4usd, and you can get them right here!
I haven’t done people on stickers before, but I think they came out super cute! I might also make them (especially the bubble one) into acrylic charms, if there’s any interest for that? maybe you can let me know, and if it seems viable I can take pre-orders?
Presenting: Scorpius…the rapper. (I’m so sorry - I don’t know what any of this is.)
Doodle inspired in part by the incredible works of @platinasi. 😄Wishing you luck on the upcoming national nursing license exams!! ✨
-Yes, that’s supposed to be the Time-Turner on his chain. Gleams like gold, just the way the Malfoys like it. True, only the adults use this one in Cursed Child, but let’s just ignore that, okay?
-So I like to think Scorpius’s propensity for singing + killer pun game + tendency toward wordiness in general = rapper potential.
-But you can’t deny that the boy who gave us “engorgimpressed” and “it’s time that time-turning became a thing of the past” wouldn’t be able to spit some clever rhymes. Plus he genuinely sings nearly every other line in the play so he’s clearly musically inclined.
-The biggest challenge he faces is choosing a rapper name to use during the one (1) week (albeit the longest week of poor Albus’s life) that he spends fixating on this potential career path. There are simply too many to choose from. I mean…
(Btw, Albus is normal, Scorpius is italics.)
-“Scorpius the Dreadless”
-“Malfoy the Unanxious”
-“Son of the Dark Lord” “Do you really want more people to call you that?” “I thought maybe I should just embrace it…”
-“Pepper Imp” “Scorpius, no, you can’t call yourself that.” “But there’s a Muggle rapper named after a Muggle candy! Have you ever tried Muggle candy? It’s fan-taaastic!”
-“$corpiu$” “We’re supposed to be English, remember?” “Oh, right…”
-“MC Awkward” (I shit you not, I took a rapper name quiz as Scorpius and this is what it came up with for him.)
-“Floorpius.It’ll make more sense when I’m famous for my breakdancing. I’m playing the long game, Albus.” “Please…no more-pius.” (Credit to @ohscorbus for coining “Floorpius.” Bless you for this gem.✨)
-“Hyper.i.on.am”“But you’ve changed it.” “So?” “So it’s technically not your middle name anymore.” “It’s close.” “It won’t make sense now, Scorpius.” “But I’m…so hyper…”
-“Master Malfoy…It’s what our House-elf calls me…”
-“Hyper Ion”“That’s not even clever.”
-“Lil Scorpy” “OKAY, ALBUS! THANK YOU FOR THE SUGGESTION.” “No, no, Scorpius, I was kidding - it was a joke!” “NOPE. I LIKE IT. CALL ME THAT.” “S-scorpius…p-please…I’m begging you…no.”
*12 hours later*
-“Scorpioncé”“Go to sleep, Scorpius.”
-He’s also definitely tried to commit the Twelve Uses of Dragon’s Blood to memory via rap.
-And on one hand, I think Scorpius probably listens to songs and is entirely oblivious to any and all innuendo present, but on the other hand…engorgimpressed.
He’s been soaking up the sunshine in Los Angeles since he and his One Direction bandmates announced that they were going on hiatus last year.
And Niall Horan appeared to have found himself a pretty companion to enjoy some of the sights with, as the pair stepped out at Anaheim’s Disneyland last week.
The Irish heartthrob was seen stroking the beauty’s flowing ombré tresses as he sat behind her on a log flume ride during a visit to the park’s Splash Mountain.
With a pair of novelty Minnie Mouse ears resting atop her head, Niall’s gal pal appeared to have no objections to the star’s tactile gesture as they enjoyed the ride.
Niall looked casually cool for his day out in the Southern California sunshine, donning a plain white T-shirt with khaki shorts, a black-and-white New York Yankees baseball cap and a pair of pristine white trainers. His companion also made the most of the balmy weather, donning a plunging black sleeveless top with high-waisted jeans and black-and-white Vans sneakers.
Like Niall, she shielded her eyes with a pair of sunglasses as she accompanied the Steal My Girl singer to a range of attractions, including Space Mountain, Toy Story Mania, and California Screamin’.
The star was also accompanied by friends and a towering bodyguard, who kept a cautious distance from the group as they lapped up the fun, and indulged in some ice cream and beer.
On Friday night, Niall was seen leaving Ariana Grande’s hot ticket show at Los Angeles’ Forum with a mystery female friend.
He looked relaxed as he left the venue with the beauty, with both appearing to enjoy the concert. Niall opted for a casual look for the night out, teaming a blue shirt with a pair of skinny jeans and white trainers. His female companion meanwhile went for a stylish Peter Pan collared dress, which she teamed with a denim jacket.
The pair were seen chatting with other pals outside the venue following the concert, which also featured a performance from Niall’s fellow X Factor stars Little Mix.
It comes as the One Direction singer was seen hugging another female pal while enjoying an evening with friends at West Hollywood gastropub Barney’s Beanery.
Niall is thought to be single following a rumoured romance with Belgian student Celine Helene Vandycke, who accompanied him to the British Summertime Festival in London’s Hyde Park last July.
A source told The Sun: ‘Niall never let Celine out of his sight and looked infatuated. He had his arm around her throughout the evening and kept going in to peck her on the cheek while they watched the gig. They seemed incredibly happy in each other’s company, laughing and giggling loads.'
However a separate source later told MailOnline: 'They are not dating, nor are they boyfriend and girlfriend.’
Niall also been linked with stunning model Jessica Serfaty after she accompanied the singer to a Los Angeles gig in October. Jessica and the One Direction hunk were first connected last March, when they were seen at a number of events in the United States, amongst them a UFC fight in Las Vegas and an LA Galaxy football match in Los Angeles the following day.
More recently TV personality Marnie Simpson claimed to be in regular contact with Niall, a self confessed fan of her raucous MTV reality show Geordie Shore, and former X Factor winner James Arthur.
'I’ve been speaking to them,’ she told The Sun. 'We’ve said hello and I’ve spoken over DMs with both of them.’
Other high profile romantic connections include Ellie Goulding, Selena Gomez and model Melissa Whitelaw, who he dated until March 2015.
“The cord, a familiar voice said. Remember your lifeline, dummy!” Suddenly there was a tug in my lower back. The current pulled at me, but it wasn’t carrying me away anymore. I imagined the string in my back keeping me tied to the shore.
“Hold on, Seaweed Brain.” It was Annabeth’s voice, much clearer now. “You’re not getting away from me that easily.”
The cord strengthened.
I could see Annabeth now- standing barefoot above me on the canoe lake pier. I’d fallen out of my canoe. That was it. She was reaching out her hand to haul me up, and she was trying not to laugh. She wore her orange camp T-shirt and jeans. Her hair was tucked up in her Yankees cap, which was strange because that should have made her invisible.
“You are such an idiot sometimes.” She smiled. “Come on. Take my hand.”
Memories came flooding back to me- sharper and more colorful. I stopped dissolving. My name was Percy Jackson. I reached up and took Annabeth’s hand.