#Schuyler Grant

[hockey-and-timbits]

Hey Diana, who’s your friend?

—Gilbert Blythe, Anne of Green Gables (1985)

[oak1985]

So I don’t want to freak anyone out, but it’s about time for Megan Follows to play Marilla now.

Can we get Schuyler Grant to come back to film to play Mrs Rachel Lynde?

[lamorchemoveilsoleelaltrestelle]

Megan Follows and Schuyler Grant in Anne of Green Gables (1985)

[gogandmagog]

“How could you wish that person a ‘Merry Christmas’?”

Alternate take, Anne debuts her puffed sleeves, ‘Anne of Green Gables,’ 1985.

[funkymbtifiction]

Anne of Green Gables: Diana Barry [ESFJ 9w1]

MBTI Type: ESFJ Diana openly shares her feelings on things, but also goes out of her way to accommodate others and ensure that they are happy. She sacrifices her crush on Gilbert out of the belief that Anne has feelings for him, and is embarrassed whenever Anne calls attention to her. Diana worries about upsetting her mother and her aunt (it’s wicked to swear!), but is delighted to be around…

[andrewisdoing]

Anne Of Avonlea

“Rachel’s Cow” Scene

[avonlea71]

Schuyler Grant.

[lizsocringe]

Anne & Diana forever

[belovedrival]

Omg this is me and my bestie 😂

Gilbert's just a chum, I don't care for him that way. You know what my ideal is Diana.

[gallows-polls]

All surviving depictions of Elizabeth Hamilton Halleck Cullum (1831-1884), daughter of John Church Hamilton and granddaughter of Alexander Hamilton.

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1. Photographed in c. 1856 with her son Henry Wager Halleck Jr (1856-1882).

2. Painted portrait by William S. Jewett - 1860.

3, 4 & 5. Photographed by Matthew Brady's studio - 1862.

6. Photographer unknown - circa 1870s / 1880s (?).

[macaron-n-cheese]

I know this poll has been done before but I want to start a discussion and have an excuse to yap about the Hamilton children.

Honestly I find them more interesting than the man Alexander Hamilton himself.

Alexander Hamilton Jr. "had a "large and varied correspondence" with other political contemporaries including his close friend Henry Clay, John C. Calhoun, Salmon P. Chase, and Presidents James Monroe and Zachary Taylor" 💀💀 and like many of the below children met Lincoln.

John Church lived in mf Long Branch, New Jersey, on mf Ocean Avenue. HISTORY IS TEASING ME TO BAD AUGHHHH (look at the photo. Apparently they knew each other. Of course, they literally lived on the same street, practically neighbors)

John's children are super interesting too. Ahem...his son was enrolled at West Point overlapping with Grant by two years OF COUSE HE DID and bro interned for WILLIAM T SHERMAN AND EXCHANGED LETTERS WITH LINCOLN REGULARLY. and joHN'S DAUGHTER WAS MARRIED TO HENRY HALLECK WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT. This is driving me insane. Screaming crying throwing up.

William was in Galena and was friends with Elihu Washburne and probably met Lincoln ofc

Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton and Eliza Hamilton Holly literally met General Winfield Scott, Senator William H Seward, and President Millard Fillmore. This crossover is insane. Elizabeth Schyler Hamilton and William H Seward is a wild wild wild combination.

Phillip II prosecuted a Caribbean pirate who was hung in court dfusuidfhudi. He also was a stop on the Underground Railroad and an abolitionist.

John Church, William, and Philip II are my favorites :3333

[ovrarches]

Requests, you say? 🧐 Someone (Angelica) as a demon, because being evil is sexy.

being evil is SO sexy!!

you’re killing people.

no. i’m killing boys.

[terrortwinunicorn]

Family Portrait

Damian's POV

Y/N and I are in the twins nursery getting them ready while Demi and Matt were in the living room with Schuyler. We were getting ready to go to have our family portrait taken.

I am trying to diaper Damian but he was squirming and laughing.

"Dame. Let dada put your diaper on," I laughed lightly.

"Take Mia," said y/n as she had gotten Amelia dressed in a cute little purple and black dress "Let mami get her little gentleman ready."

I took Amelia and she immediately began playing with my braids.

"Amelia Grace do dada's braids fascinate you?" I chuckled as she was picking them up dropping them before taking two and pulling on them.

"Ga!!!" she squeaks as she tugged again this time making my head tilt to left.

"Oof. ¿Estás bien mi amor?" asked y/n.

"Yeah. Her mami tugs on my hair harder in bed," I said with a smirk.

"And yet dada doesn't complain when mami does it," coos y/n at Damian who giggles as y/n was using her syrupy voice.

"Because he hears mami's happy noises when she does it," I said looking down at y/n as she blushes lightly as she looked up at me.

"Tal vez papá pueda hacer que mami haga sus ruidos felices esta noche cuando te quedes a dormir en casa de la tía Demi y el tío Matt," she murmured as she blew raspberries onto Damian's bare stomach making him screech with giggles. (Maybe Dad can get Mommy to make her happy noises tonight when you sleep over at Aunt Demi and Uncle Matt's house)

"Request will be granted later mami," I said pressing a kiss to the side of y/n's head.

She winks at me as she put a polo onesie onto Damian "Mami can't wait," she said with a smile as Damian's chocolate brown eyes just look at y/n with nothing but love and admiration. She turns her attention to Damian and smiles at him. She was an amazing mom to our kids. She was attentive and loved all three of them with as much intensity maybe even more than she loves me. She always said that once we had Schuyler her heart was now living outside her body.

"Dada can't wait either," I said lower myself to her ear "Or should I say Papi?" I whispered my lips brushing against the shell if her ear. Y/N bit her lip a soft moan leaving her lips.

"Sí, y yo soy la putita de Papi," she said. (Yes, and I'm Daddy's little slut)

My hand slowly slipped down her back before I snake my arm around her waist pulling her close as I placed my lips on the curve of her neck. I chuckled as the little mouse squeak escaped y/n's lips.

"Tal vez Papi discipline a su pequeña zorra. ¿Esposas? No. ¿Azotaina? De nuevo, no. ¿Ambos? Mmm. Sí. Papi definitivamente usará ambos," I said standing to my full height. (Maybe Daddy disciplines his little slut. Handcuffed? No. Whipping? Again, no. Both? Mmm. Yes. Daddy will definitely use both)

"Papi tiene que tener mucho cuidado. Está mojando mami muy, muy, muy mojada en este momento. Y tenemos que estar en el fotógrafo a las dos," she said. (Daddy has to be very careful. Mommy is getting very, very, very wet right now. And we have to be at the photographer at two o'clock)

"¿Y si Papi no quiere tener cuidado en este momento? ¿Y quiere hacer que mami esté muy, muy, muy mojada? ¿Como una cascada mojada?" I said bending down to her, my breath ghosted over her cheek. (What if Daddy doesn't want to be careful right now? And he wants to make Mommy really, really, really wet? Like a wet waterfall?)

She moans lightly "Luis Berrios Martínez Junior. Now," she swallowed thickly as she picks up Damian "Now isn't the time."

I chuckled as she turned to me. Her lips dangerously close to mine. My lips curve into a wicked smile. I grip her hip "But mami. Now is the perfect time. We have had quickies before."

Her eyes flick to mine and she smirks "But Papi what I have in mind. It won't be so quick," she reached up and caresses my cheek. She nuzzled my nose with hers before she brushes my lips with hers "It's going to take all night long."

I coughed and swallowed lightly. I stood up and I tower over her 5'6 ½" frame "I am destroying you tonight," I said as Amelia and Damian gurgle at one another.

"Maybe we can make Dame a baby brother," she said.

I raised an eyebrow "You're willing to have another pregnancy? Babe we aren't getting any younger. We aren't exactly spring chickens."

Y/N laughed lightly "I know we are forty four but I don't know it feels right. Four kids. Adrienne Barbeau was fifty two when she had twins. What do you think?" she asked.

I raised an eyebrow. Schuyler turned twenty six months on November first and the twins just turned nine months on November third. I look at my beautiful wife. I mean we have a very active sex life. Hell we have had three kids in two years.

"How about we talk about it after the pictures are taken. If you haven't noticed you and I are still in sweats and t-shirts," I said.

Her eyes turned down "Oh. I get it. I mean. It's okay. We don't have to have four kids. It-it was just a thought."

I hooked her chin and raised it. Her eyes meeting mine "We can talk about it. Or more importantly start trying after we get out new family portraits. Remember Demi and Matt take the kids so we can spend our fourth anniversary together."

I smile at her making her blush. It was the fourth anniversary of our first date. And I had planned an incredible evening complete with a chef coming to make y/n's favorite italian dishes. Fettuccine Alfredo with grilled chicken and fresh broccoli, flat bread pizza with red sauce, mozzarella and cup pepperoni, garlic bread, a giant chef salad and I had made my oreo cheesecake when y/n had gone with my mom, sister, Demi and the kids to the zoo yesterday.

"Oh I remember," she murmured as I leaned down pressing a kiss to her lips. She cupped my cheek as she deepens the kiss. When Demi clears her throat behind us.

We broke apart as I lifted my head and looked at Demi "Can I help you?" I asked as Schuyler stood at her side.

"Want me to take the twins so you two can get ready to go to the photographer?" she asked.

"Actually that's a good idea. Dame go to Tía Dem," y/n said pressing a kiss to his cheek as she hands Damian to Demi. I kissed Amelia's cheek before handing her to Demi.

"Thanks Demi," said y/n.

"Mami. ¿Hacia arriba?" (Mommy. Up?) asked Schuyler.

Y/N picks her up.

"Mami and I have to go get changed. Okay?" I asked.

"¿Venirse?" asked Schuyler as she was also speaking Spanish. (Come?)

"No princesa. You go with Tía Demi. We will be there shortly," I said kissing her cheek.

"Dada is right. We go get our picture taken. Then we have lunch with Tía Demi y Tío Matt," said y/n.

"¡Yo voy!" pouts Schuyler. (I'm coming)

"Not this time princesa," I said as y/n put Schuyler on her feet when Schuyler made a play to follow y/n, Matt grabbed her.

"No niña," chuckled Matt. (No girl)

"Tío Matt. ¡Yo voy! ¡¡Abajo!!" said Schuyler pushing away from him. But he held her tightly. (Uncle Matt. I'm going! Down!)

I usher y/n towards our bedroom as Schuyler burst into tears.

"MAMI. ¡¡REGRESA!!” Schuyler wails (MOMMY. COME BACK!!)

"Skye. Mami is just changing," said Demi soothing Schuyler.

"Skye. Tío Matt will get you a lolly later. Just calm down," said Matt and Schuyler immediately stopped crying.

"¿Chupeta? ¿Me? ¡¿Ahora?!" said Schuyler (Lollipop? Me? Now?!)

"Only if you're a good girl," said y/n.

"Me be goo!" said Schuyler.

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At the photographer......

Y/N has Damian who matches me in a purple polo and black pants. I had Amelia who was in the black and purple dress just like Schuyler and y/n. Schuyler was perched on a table in front of us.

"Okay. Big smile!!" said the photographer. Demi made faces at his side making the twins and Schuyler laugh. I smirk and y/n laughs lightly as the photographer snaps pictures as Demi continues to make faces helping the photographer get some great candids of us. Before the photographer set up so we could get pictures of the three kids. Then Demi and Matt took the kids so we could get just y/n and myself.

"Umm we would like a few of our children with their God parents," said y/n and Demi and Matt look at her.

"Really? Is that why you asked us to dress business casual?" asked Demi not being able to contain her huge smile.

"Yes. You're family. It's time to update the one with you two and Schuyler anyway," I said.

They were excited and the photographer set up the next round of pictures. As y/n and I stood far enough back to whisper. I wrapped my arms around her before pressing my lips next to her ear.

"¿Así que más tarde empezamos a tratar de hacer un hermanito para Damian?" I whispered into her ear. (So later we start trying to make a little brother for Damian?)

"Sí Papi," she said tick tocking her hips moving her ass across my groin. I held her closer.

"Mami. Será mejor que te detengas antes de que monte una tienda de campaña en mis pantalones," I warn. (Mommy, you better stop before I pitch a tent in my pants.)

She giggles as she stops "Lo siento, Papi," she said as I kissed her cheek.

After the pictures were done. Y/N and I changed the kids out of their dress clothes as we didn't want them messing them up.

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A while later...

Y/N and I returned home after getting the kids settled at Demi and Matt's place.

“Should we exchange presents now?!” asked y/n slipping off her pea coat and hanging it up.

“How about after dinner because,” I said quickly shrugging off my leather jacket and wrapping an arm around her waist stopping her from heading further into the house.

“PAPI!” she gasped.

“I have a surprise for you and well it's not wrapped,” I said pulling her flush to my body. My arm wrapped lightly around her while I took my other raising it and covering her eyes with my hand “Don't worry. I got you. Just walk.”

She giggles lightly as she rests her hands on the forearm wrapped around her waist as we walked.

"Babe,” she said sniffing the air “Do I smell grilled chicken?!”

I chuckled “You might,” I smirk.

I walked her to the kitchen and stopped her by the table. I removed my hand as I stepped beside her. She blinks a bit and then she saw the table set for two. Candles illuminated the room. The light danced across her face.

She looks up at me a smile danced across her face.

"What is this?” she asked as the chef came into the kitchen.

“Well. Have a seat, ” I said holding a chair for her and she sat.  “and enjoy Chef Rocco's flatbread pizza,” I said as Chef Rocco brought in the appetizer of flatbread pepperoni pizza.

“Luis. Isn't that the chef from Chez Bacco? Our favorite Italian restaurant?!” asked y/n as I sat across from her. Her eyes looking into mine.

"It is,” I said with a smile as her eyes grew wide.

“This had to be absolutely expensive. You,” she said.

I held up a hand and smiled as I took her hand in mine “I did. Besides I want to spoil you rotten. I love you so much mi amor. You have given me your heart and I have had had it for four years,” I said "And besides Chez Bacco was our first date but since it's closed for new floors. I asked Chef Rocco if I could have him come cook for us.”

Y/N smiles before she pushed her chair back and stood. She walked to me and cupped my face and pressed a kiss to my lips.

“Gracias hombre de mi corazón,” (Thank you man of my heart) she said as she stood. I stood and walked over to her chair. I held it as she sat. One of Chef Rocco's helpers went to pour wine and y/n stopped him “No. Water is just fine.”

I arch an eyebrow as I sat across from her "Babe. The doctor said it was fine if you had wine. The twins aren't solely on breast milk. A glass of wine isn't going to hurt.”

"Well,” said y/n as she stood and walked away and disappeared into the hallway. I heard a door open and close before she returned with a box “Happy Anniversary Amor,” she smiled handing me the box.

“Oh so we are giving presents now?” I asked she nods. I stood and turned going into a China cabinet behind the table. I pulled out a box and hand it to y/n “Happy Anniversary Amor,” She smiles “Open it,” she gasped when she saw the diamond heart necklace.

“Oh Luis this is beautiful,” she said leaning in and kisses my lips “Gracias mi amor. Now open mine and it might explain why I am not drinking wine,” she explained as she sat. I raised an eyebrow as she took a piece of flatbread pizza and watched me. “Come on! Open it!”

I chuckled “Okay,” I said as I opened the box and my eyes fell to what was in the box. My mouth fell open as my eyes lifted to hers “Babe?!” she smiled “Babe?!” I pulled out the Clear Blue test that clearly says Pregnant and a onesie that said Surprise Dada “Are you?!”

Her eyes filled with tears as she slid a ultrasound towards me “Yeah,” she said as the tears fell. I took the ultrasound and looked at it then at y/n before jumping from my seat and was at her side before pulling her up from the chair. I cupped her face and kissed her.

“How?!” I asked.

She giggles "I think you know how,” she said.

“Ugh. Fine. I mean when?” I asked.

“Remember when we had our joint birthday party? Just before both our birthdays? Remember how we got tipsy? Remember how we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves and we took the opportunity to make up for lost time since the kids were with Abuela y Abuelo?!”

“Yeah. We never did make it to bed that night. We christened basically every surface of the house,” I laughed.

“Well one of those times we made baby number four,” she said as her tears still fell.

I smiled wide “Is this safe? How are you feeling? Is the baby okay? How far along? When do we meet him or her? When do we find out if the baby is a boy or girl?! When can we tell everyone?! ” I asked

“Take it easy amor,” y/n laughed lightly “It's safe. I'm okay just nauseated a lot but it was the same with Skye and the twins. I'm fourteen weeks and six days. We conceived on August twenty second obviously since that was our joint forty fourth birthday party. The baby is due May 15, 2027. We can find out the sex in a couple weeks or I can take a blood test to see if it's a boy or girl. Soon. I wanna keep this our secret but I do have an idea how to tell everyone,” she said as I placed a hand on her stomach before taking a knee and pressed a kiss to her stomach.

"Hi Baby. This is Dada. He is so happy to know you're coming. I can't wait to meet you. I can't wait you to meet your mami and your siblings. You know you have an amazing mami,” I smile looking up at y/n who looks down at me with a soft smile and nothing but love in her eyes. Sure we started a family late in life but I have three amazing kids and another on the way with the love of my life.

“Pequeño, you have a pretty amazing dada also,” she said. Pequeño meaning little one is the nickname we gave each of the kids before we knew the sexes. She cups my cheek as I looked up at her before I stood to my full height “And I am so thankful we have him in our lives pequeño.”

I placed my hands on her hips as she lazily drapes her arms around my neck as she tilted her head to look at me. I reached up tucking her hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek as I lean in and press a kiss to her lips.

“Te amo mi amor, mi vida, mi mundo, mi corazón y mi alma. ¡Gracias por darme tu corazón,” I said as I rest my forehead against hers. My hand still cupping her cheek. (I love you my love, my life, my world, my heart and my soul. Thank you for giving me your heart)

She placed a hand on my cheek. A smile on her face “Te amo mi amor, mi alma, mi corazón, mi vida y mi mundo,” (I love you my love, my soul, my heart, my life and my world) she murmured as she brushes her lips against mine as she nuzzles my nose with hers “¡Gracias por darme tu corazón,” (Thank you for giving me your heart) I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her but she pulled back “I'm starving can we eat?!”

I chuckled “Of course amor,” I said as I removed my arms from around her and held the chair for her as she sat I rounded the table and sat across from her. Taking her hand in mine “So amor. This plan you have to tell everyone about baby number four.”

She smiles softly “Well......”

I rest my chin in my hand and hung on every word. As she told me her plans for the baby reveal. Did I expect to be a father to four about five years ago? No. Would I change it? No. I was thrilled to be having another baby with the woman who sat across from me. She was, is and forever will be the love of my life. Only thing I would change is having met her earlier in life so we could have spent more time loving each other. And I guess the family portraits will need to be updated again...

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[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from Mother Jones:

The North Cascades elk herd is a cluster of some 1,600 animals whose domain, like so many habitats, is riven by a highway. From 2012 to 2019, Washington state records show, at least 229 elk were killed by cars along a stretch of State Route 20 in the Skagit Valley. The situation imperils humans, too: In 2023, a motorist died after swerving around an elk into a telephone pole.   “My own nephew had an elk collision, and I’ve nearly had collisions myself over the years,” said Scott Schuyler, a member of the Upper Skagit Indian Tribe, who is also the tribe’s natural resources and cultural policy representative. “We have an obligation to protect our neighbors and ourselves and these animals.”

To many observers, the solution has long been clear: a wildlife bridge, flanked by fencing. But building such a structure would cost around $8.5 million, a daunting expense. “There didn’t seem to be any money out there on the horizon that could make this happen,” said Jennifer Sevigny, a biologist with the nearby Stillaguamish Tribe of Indians, which co-manages the elk herd.

That changed in November 2021, when Congress passed the Bipartisan Infrastructure Law—a package that included the Wildlife Crossings Pilot Program (WCPP), a grant initiative that would distribute $350 million over five years to states, Native tribes and other entities for animal-friendly infrastructure. Although Sevigny knew the competition for grants would be fierce, she submitted a proposal for an elk bridge when the program launched in 2023. “Honestly, I didn’t think we were going to get it,” she said.

When the recipients of the first $110 million in grants were announced in December 2023, however, the Stillaguamish was among them. Once the grant agreement is finalized, the tribe will partner with the Upper Skagit to convene biologists and engineers to design the bridge, which is expected to take four years to construct.

The Skagit Valley overpass wasn’t the only tribal winner: Of the 10 Western wildlife crossing projects selected for the initial round of WCPP funding, four were Native-led. “It was really awesome to see that (experience) come to fruition,” said Shailyn Wiechman, connectivity coordinator at the Native American Fish and Wildlife Society and a member of the Chippewa-Cree Tribe of the Rocky Boy’s Indian Reservation. But tribal-led connectivity projects on and adjacent to reservations still face obstacles—and money remains a big one.  

[gogandmagog]

PLS. The Sullivan crew leaked this from the vault a few days ago, and I’m pretty sure it’s new, and unseen, and I’m just over here utterly and embarrassingly giddy as per always, to even catch half a glimpse of Jonathan (even in disembodied head form).

[creation-key]

Drunken Calls

Part 2

Synopsis: accidentally confessing while laughing

Warnings: drinking mentioned, barely any cussing, mostly pure fluff/ maybe angst?

a/n: I don’t have any original ideas, that i want share 😏, so i have stolen this prompt from @mangocherri , thank you love for the inspo! And if I completely butchered it and you want me to take this down, I so will, don’t even worry about it. enjoy, we’ll at least try to 🥸

It’s Saturday night? morning? you don’t even know at this point anymore. Your best friend Sierra took you out that night to celebrate your doctorate’s degree in Psychology.

You’re not much of a party girl on your own, but when with the right people, you never want to sleep. And that is exactly what you’re experiencing in the present, only now, you’re sipping on some fruit drink, the taste of alcohol no longer prevalent because of how much you’ve consumed that night already.

You’ve all gathered at your house for the after party, you called it, which was really your smart sober part of your brain, long gone now, trying to keep everyone from driving home. With the night still young , it’s 2 am, you’re talking up a storm, just really spilling the beans on every secret you’ve ever had, including your crush on your sister’s boyfriend.

Everyone having already sobered up and drinking water gasp, granted it’s only 4 people, including yourself, but the gasp sounded otherworldly to your intoxicated brain.

Not fully understanding what you had just admitted to, you yawn saying you’re gonna “hit the hay,” you wink, for literally no reason at all, and stumble your way to your bedroom, tripping over air at least 27 million times.

You reach your room and plop down on your bed face down, completely ready to just fall asleep like that until your phone, which you had forgotten about, starts to ring loudly. You groan, begrudgingly getting up to answer it.

“hEllor?” You slur out, reaching for a bottle of water half drunken on your night stand, in hopes of quenching your thirst.

“Hey, y/n, wait are you drunk?” The unknown person says.

“No, this is Patrick,” You laugh, dying at your joke, slapping your knee for extra effect. You set the phone face up on your bed, pressing the speaker button.

“Well I guess that answers that, there’s no way sober you would such an awful joke.” The person on the other line giggles.

“Heyy, watch it mister whoever you are. I can and will kick your ass. You know I know karate?”

“Oh really?” Mystery man asks.

“Yep, my best friend Harry taught me once. Do you know Harry?”

“Yeah, I’d say I know him pretty well, he’s kind of a goof isn’t he?” The man questions.

You laugh out loud at that, responding in between laughter.

“Yeah he’s a goof, but that’s why i love him. He’s unapologetically himself no matter the situation. You know sometimes I think I relate to the Schuyler sisters more than I’d like to.” The man on the other line takes in a sharp breath, before moving around asking shakily,

“why is that?”

“Because sometimes I wish I had been satisfied and never introduced him to my little sister, oh well, at least i still have him in life. Maybe I’ll meet a rich man like Angelica and move across the sea only seeing them on major holidays and vacations! Yeahhh, that’d be ideal.” You sigh at the end, it quickly turning into a yawn, after hearing no noise coming for the other end you assume the man has gone to sleep, so you bid your goodbyes, hanging up the phone and going to sleep.

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The Next Morning~

You wake up in the morning with a sticky taped your head- it reads

“Hey girl, we all left as soon as Harry arrived, don’t worry we called ubers just in case. Had fun last night, also about that little secret, it’s safe with us little miss doctor, Love you and can’t wait to do this again!”

You laugh, throwing the sticky note on your bedside table, sitting up straight only to be hit with a ton of bricks to your mental. Memories from the night before come flooding back as well as the mention of Harry being in your house, recalled from the sticky note. Getting up, warily, you make your way to the shower and get ready for the day, you put on pajamas.

Hoping that you’d taken long enough in the bathroom for Harry to have left, you make your way downstairs, only to be met with a nervous smiling Harry eating pancakes and fruit at your table.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” He asked with a worried look.

You look back at him embarrassed, but answer

“oh, i’m okay, just a little tired, and my head’s hurting, but i already took some medicine.”

“Do you, um- do you remember anything from last night?” He looks down at his plate.

You know with your own plate sitting across from him at the table.

“Uh yeah, all of it actually, in fact, this is so funny really, just as I was about to go to sleep some guy, i think, called me, but i never read his contact name so i had no clue who it was, plus the alcohol kind of distorted their voice so i couldn’t tell, anyways, I had a whole conversation with him.” You laugh as you recall the memory, giggling a little at end at yourself for being so silly as a drunk.

“What did you guys talk about?” Harry asked, his eyes now glued to the sink faucet.

“Oh nothing much, talked about karate and just spilled my deepest darkest secrets to him. Are you okay?” You look at him worried.

“Um, yeah. Why do you ask?” Him still not looking at you.

“Because you haven’t made eye contact with me since I walked in, and even then, it was only for a moment. What’s going on?” He looks up you and then back down at the floor, as if pondering what to say next.

“I love you too. I always have, honestly if I’m being completely transparent, I think that’s why I started dating your sister, I mean you guys are just so similar but so different in your own ways, but I just couldn’t learn to love the differences in her. And I know that sounds bad, but I cant ignore what i’ve been yearning to hear from you from the moment we met and not tell you how i’m feeling.” He takes a breath at the end.

You stare at him, trying to comprehend his words, trying to understand where he could have gotten this from, and the only thing that comes to mind is-

“It was you… you were on the phone last night. Weren’t you?” He nods. You stand up, almost knocking your chair over before backing up into a corner.

“y/n we can go somewhere, just us, a date. It doesn’t have to be weird love promise. I already talked to your sister, she under-“

You interrupt him-

“Harry i can’t do that to my sister. If you love me like you say you do, you know that i can’t and will not. I was fine with being in love with you in secret. And you told her? Why would you do that, you were both so happy. Always smiling. I can’t, please. Leave.” He starts shaking his head getting up to approach you.

“Harry leave before I lose it. I can’t do this right now, or ever. Please.” He opens and closes his mouth, defeated he leaves.

You fall to the ground, cupping your face to hold back your sobs from being heard from outside your door, where you sure Harry is waiting for you to let him back in. But you can’t-

you won’t.

~fin~

thoughts on a part 2, i enjoyed writing the angst hehe