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I love your page so much omg. I‘m literally obsessed with your work😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Also I have this imagination in my mind going on about how Leon would try to help his girlfriend from recovering from her mental health issues since she’s always helping him. I was recently thinking about how he would react finding her not moving on the bathroom floor and trying to bring her back! I rewatched American horror stories and the scene with tate and violet in the first season episode 6 (ig?) is always in my head. I‘m still recovering from my past and my unhealthy habits and tbh recovery never felt better.

If this is too much for you or triggering please ignore this.🫶🏼❤️

I had a terrible period in my life when I was a few steps away from doing something like this in my life and unfortunately this shit often comes out. I'm not sure that such texts help me work through my psychological traumas, which were, in fact, inflicted on me and continue to be inflicted by close people who do not consider me a person, but at least such works help me to vent my pain, which I cannot permanently bury in myself.

I have been postponing this request for a long time because I was probably waiting for the right moment to write this text.

There are mentions of suicide, psychological trauma, severe self-doubt and anxiety, so if this is not acceptable to you, then please just block it.

Perhaps there is a similarity with my previous texts, but I am writing this with strong emotions now that I am trying to cope with it again.

the text is chaotic, I repeat, written while I was under the influence of strong heavy emotions. Maybe I'll delete it later, when my brain gets back to normal a little bit.

If a songbird doesn't sing well, they wring its neck.

Maybe it was the costs of Leon's profession and the result of his constant missions, after which something human is gradually dying in him despite the constant struggle to save everyone. Raccoon City was supposed to teach, if not to survive, then make him begin to understand that some are doomed to die.

Leon Kennedy was taught not to offend, but to protect the weak, especially weak women. But it is difficult to calm the flow of disordered thoughts and put aside the fear that has seized him in order to clamp bloody wrists and apply something to them to stop the blood. Leon knew many strong women: Ada was perhaps the first among them, he did not know either her past or her real name, only the present that pushed their foreheads against each other; Claire, a fighting friend of misfortune that he met in that ill-fated city; Ashley, who turned from a baby eagle into a proud eagle; Angela Miller and others…

Your strength dissolves in the water, coloring it scarlet while your heart stubbornly still beats, let the rhythm noticeably shorten.

In truth, over the past few months it became clear that this was the only way out. When even your loved ones considered you an expired product and did not hesitate to remember this and remind you every time. In the end, their words turned into an obsessive worm that settled in your head, slowly day after day, month after month, devouring you and the circumstances seemed to be not in your favor. Instead of support, you somehow faced reproach, as if the universe was screaming that you were an wrong person, nature's mistake who had no right to live.

Escape attempts were doomed to failure. At first you tried to suppress it in yourself, helping Leon, because, in your opinion, he was the only one who had the right to complain about life, although he did not do this in front of you, because everyone said that you had no problems: you have everything limbs, there are no fatal diseases, all loved ones are healthy and there is a roof over your head, as if this is enough to not fall for nonsense and not walk around forever with a sad face.

This was the last time you shared your experiences. You didn’t even bother telling Leon, but everything inside was torn from constant pain. The feeling was as if you were being beaten by two extremes that led you to the edge of an abyss where you ultimately voluntarily jumped.

no, you really loved him, it was just other people’s words and your own speculation that convinced you, despite your strong relationship with him, that Leon would find someone better, someone more confident in himself, someone who would not be you because you had already missed the chance for a good life because it moved too slowly. Ultimately, a couple of sips of alcohol with sleeping pills and a sharp blade in his hands simply promised to correct the mistake in the form of you with your own hands.

You didn't have the courage to do it any other way.

But you really didn’t think that if you could try to open up to your loved one, you would meet support and not condemnation. Perhaps in a mad world he would be the only one who would heal your wounds as you healed him in your time. Leon clenched his teeth, feeling tears flowing down cheeks, seeing these crimson stains, when he pulled your body out of the bath, holding you close to him, repeating “I’m holding you. It's allright"

He so carefully laid you on his lap, managing to pull out a first aid kit and then bandages to tightly, albeit carelessly, wrap them around your wrist in order to somehow stop the bleeding. At least you were still breathing, thereby giving him hope that everything could still be fixed. the darkness and emptiness came to life, calling in a whisper to dissolve into eternal silence where there is no pain or condemnation. Your body will be in a grave under a gray stone, while the remains of your soul will float like a small grain of sand in infinity.

For Leon, everything happens in a fog; he tried more than once to save people, but he had no right to lose in this battle, even if you yourself surrendered to death. Shaking his head, brushing away the tears, he wrapped your body in a large terry towel, kissed your temple and picked you up, trying to somehow warm you, pressing you closer to him. the ability to provide first aid in the field and pull suicides out of the other world is not the same thing. Leon would have thanked God if he had believed in him, convinced that blood loss was the least of the evils that you had caused yourself, until he saw the remains of some substance at the bottom of the glass that stood on the table along with an almost full bottle of alcohol.

You really didn't give him a chance.

The ambulance took several minutes, which seemed like an eternity. In fact, Leon wasn't sure if it was worth trying to make you vomit when you'd already lost so much blood that it was already seeping through the bandages. Surely you would need a transfusion and Leon is ready to give you all his blood if only you would wake up. Holding his breath, he carefully looked at your chest, watching whether you were breathing and fortunately, your heart was still beating, slowly, but it was still fighting for life.

He stroked you on the head, kissed you, promised that he would take you somewhere else, quiet, where no one would dare to offend you, even if it was your family. You could have just asked him for help, just cuddled up to him and he would have protected you from other people’s attacks, but you preferred to remain silent. Kennedy was tired of waiting for the medical staff to let him in, although relatives should be allowed to see the patient first, but the position of a government agent sometimes had its advantages, and they concerned not only the high salary. When he was let in to you, it seemed to him that you had become half your size while you were lying on the bed, curled up under the blanket. It didn’t work out to pull off a beautiful suicide, which meant that soon angry relatives would come here with new sweat of bile especially for you. They won’t care about your feelings, but Leon sat down next to you, trying not to intrude too much into the space in which you imprisoned yourself, as if this blanket cocoon could be a separate world where you could hide. He spoke to you carefully, hating himself for not being able to understand in time what was wrong with your behavior; perhaps if he had been more attentive to you, the incident could have been avoided. You would see a psychotherapist, take a course of medication, and your environment would definitely be taken care of.

You cry, not letting him come to you, hating how you weren't just left to die and how much you hate this world. Hysteria after hysteria, nervous breakdown after nervous breakdown, in the hospital you repeatedly tried to commit suicide, but the attentive staff managed to prevent this before you inflicted fatal injuries on yourself, and if after some time Leon still managed to carefully break through your armor, then your loved ones This did not concern relatives in principle. You only allowed one person to visit you while you were undergoing psychological treatment and you behaved calmer and calmer, listening to the velvety words that soon all this would be behind you.

“We’ll go home soon,” Leon smiled, gently holding your hand and kissing your forehead, just glad that you’re alive, that you’re breathing and that your psycho-emotional state is slowly but improving. “You know, I have a surprise for you, I think you’ll like it when we get home.”

Soon what happened will become another nightmare in his life, a blessing with a good ending, but for the sake of this happy ending, Kennedy is ready to descend into hell at least every day.

You nod at him and smile a little, fearing that the gift is some kind of party on the occasion of your discharge. In fact, the last thing you want is to see someone’s faces, especially those who diligently hammered into your head how insignificant you are. Why do you even hope that the doctor will postpone your discharge, but the plans for your further treatment were completely different.

On the other hand, after taking antidepressants and psychological help in a special medical institution, how many men are ready to stay with their girlfriends who have been there for several months? For Leon, it seems this was not a significant problem, or he simply carefully did not show it. However, there were no parties, no calls, you simply returned now to his home where there were new interior items. it became somehow more comfortable... but something else surprised you.

Puppy. A small puppy of a couple of months old ran towards you and Leon to meet both of them, but stopped and began sniffing your shoes, while something thawed in your heart.

“Animals seem to help us well, They feel when we feel bad, it seems to me a good idea to get us a little companion,” Leon said quietly, stroking your back while you were busy with the puppy, rejoicing at the little living soul who will love you with the same pure and devoted love.

Ultimately it should have a happy ending too. Leon is ready to go to great lengths so that his beloved songbird starts smiling and singing happy songs again, even if it is necessary to remove other birds from her family who sleep and see how to pluck all her wings again.

You and he also have a chance for a happy ending.

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lavender-romancer · 5 months

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The Astronomy Tower

Part One Draco Malfoy x Potter Reader

Even though you were Harry's twin you led very separate lives, different friends, and different focuses but one thing you had in common was that Draco Malfoy couldn't stand you. Or at least he acted like that…

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When Harry got his Hogwarts letter you were surprised to see you didn't also receive one. He said it must have been a mistake andager wrote to you saying that you couldn't be a squib, it just didn't seem like you. You and Harry had always been together, you couldn't remember a time where you weren't but when Harry entered his second year you received a letter from Albus Dumbeldore himself through Harry. He detailed how it hadn't been the right time for you to join the wizarding world but that it soon would be.

You joined the school the following year as a third year and you were already behind. In addition to that stress, you were often seen as the same novelty Harry was when he first arrived. “A Potter twin?”, “Where has she been all this time?”. You learnt to ignore it and decided to meld into the student body as well as you could. You didn't struggle, like Harry when he first began learning magic you showed a great and immediate proficiency. Some said even better than Harry himself.

You kept to yourself for the first few months with late nights in the library being a regular occurrence, learning every charm you could to speed up the process whether that was to carry books or write notes. It didn't take as long as you expected, given that the first three years at Hogwarts were not as advanced. You had a particular penchant for defense against the dark arts and adored astronomy- often finding yourself staring up at stars more than anything else.

After your ability began to show you expanded into the quidditch team and this was your first experience with Draco. After you and Harry had fought for an appropriate amount of time about who would be the Gryffindor seeker during the first game of the season against Slytherin, Oliver Wood had to step in and tell you to “pull yourselves together and flip a knut”.

After three rounds you eventually won and gave a smug smile in Harry's direction. The game was going well for both teams but, always ambitious, you wanted that snitch. You'd never met Draco before now, only heard stories or seen him around sometimes, but that game you were chasing one another in and out of the structures of the Quidditch ground. It was exhilarating as you followed the white hair of the boy in front of you, at one point the both of you ended up above the ground looking down for the snitch. There was a moment when you looked at eachother and it was oddly quiet, looking just past Draco you saw a glint of gold and moved towards him as he looked dumbfounded as you got closer. But you reached out and caught the snitch just past his ear, raising your eyebrow at him and smiling.

From that moment on you were convinced Draco wanted you dead. It wasn't without reason, you enjoyed showing him up after all the bullying of your brother. But he didn't start retaliating until you got into fifth year.

When Draco became a member of the God awful Inquisitorial Squad, he would not leave you alone. When you were slightly late for a class, ate in the library or anything else he would dock you house points. When one day you were using a charm to carry more books and accidentally bumped into him, he took 20 house points! You'd finally had enough of him and decided that in your next class you would partner up with him and ruin his life.

Your next opportunity was a potions class you got to incredibly early. You stood at the desk Draco always worked at, a little etching on the top of the table reading DM 1994 made you smirk to yourself. When Draco finally got to the class he looked incredibly confused why you were sitting where his partner Blaise usually did but let it slide-assuming you wouldn't dare break any rules.

“What are you doing here, Potter?” He asked with a venom in his voice you didn't have the energy to muster.

“Wanted to be closer to the blackboard.” You smiled sweetly at him, hoping he would let his guard down. He looked at you curiously but sat down next to you all the same.

Snape wanted you to create a Wiggenweld Potion which for a class of fifth years was not complicated and more muscle memory. Making it the perfect time to sabotage Malfoy, messing up a simple potion would surely ruin his day and perhaps be explosive…

As you all got started you pretended to look over your textbook whilst pulling your wand out of your sleeve and whispering the confundus charm. You coughed after doing it to try and disguise it as much as you could but as the charm took effect Draco looked too focussed on his “great new idea to make this potion”. If you had done the charm correctly Draco's cauldron would soon be bubbling over and then become slightly explosive, if he just added a bit more flobberworm mucus and turned up the heat.

“Malfoy, it's bubbling over!” Goyle exclaimed almost on cue.

“Shut it! I know what I'm doing!” The ever obstinate Draco insisted. He added 4 more drops of the mucus and then you were both thrust backwards with the strength of the explosion that occurred. An acute explosion of force just as you had planned. You didn't realise the force would send you both back into a wall or that it would hurt so much, but regardless you got what you wanted.

“Malfoy!” Snape bellowed at the top of his voice his cloak billowing in his wake as he approached the two of you.

“Y/n!” Harry called as he ran over to you, crouching at your side he pulled you to your feet and sat you down at his potion station. “What happened?” He asked.

“Oh, nothing….” You tried to hide your smug look but couldn't help it and Harry rolled his eyes.

“It's because of the house points isn't it?” He looked at you with a smirk and you nodded. “Sir, may I take my sister to the infirmary, she feels dizzy?”

“Yes, yes. I need to deal with this ridiculousness here anyways.” Snape looked down at Draco who was sitting against the wall with a spattering of orange over his face.

“You're diabolical.” Harry told you as you left the classroom, he couldn't help but laugh.

“Well, he shouldn't have crossed someone as clever as me, Hermione would have done the same.” You shrugged.

“Will he know it was you?” Harry sat down on a bench at the bottom of the nearest staircase.

“Even if he does he can't prove it, I was in the blast too so how silly would it look if he complained about me. It was his poor potion making skills.” running a hand over your face you looked down at your orange palm, “Oh shit, is my face-”

“Orange. Yes,” Harry burst out laughing and you punched his arm. “I was wondering how long it would take to notice.”

Later that evening you put on the invisibility cloak that you and Harry shared and headed to the astronomy tower. It was a regular occurrence for you but especially when you couldn't sleep, you had never got into any trouble or even really seen anyone but with Umbridge about the worthwhile to take the cloak.

You stared up at the stars, dreaming of Hippogriffs and Thestrals as you gazed. It felt like the only peaceful part of the whole school, even more so than your door room- that you shared with someone who sometimes sounded like a troll as she slept. Breathing in and out deeply you relaxed your brain and let it go blank for a moment

“Well, doesn't my luck just overflow. Another Potter copying me.” You jumped out of your skin but clamped a hand over your mouth so you didn't scream.

“Malfoy! What the fuck?” You hissed and he raised an eyebrow.

“She speaks! My potion saboteur has a voice?” He took a few steps closer to you until you were meters away from one another.

“Potion saboteur? I was caught in that blast too! Or had you forgotten I was injured due to your idiocy?” You lied, surprisingly convincingly.

“You're really going to stick with that?” Draco asked as he took another step closer.

“What else would I say?” You learnt backwards onto the railings.

“Well I know you charmed me, I wouldn't fuck up such a basic potion like that.” Draco walked up to the railings and looked out on the Black Lake.

“Why are you here, Malfoy?” You felt it was acutely important to change the subject.

“I come here every now and then. Used to be my private little haunt but I see you've infiltrated that.” His voice didn't sound angry, just that he was observing your behavior.

“Do you think you own every part of the school!” You said loudly, finally exasperated.

“I could own all of it if I fancied it!” Draco returned even louder.

Then a door opened and the two of you went wide eyed. Thinking as quick as you could you pulled Draco closer to you and wrapped you in the invisibility cloak. In your haste you had tripped backwards and pulled Draco with you, he was basically sitting on you. Professor Sinastra came upstairs from her office and looked around for a bit but soon went back down. You pushed Draco off you and he let out a very displeased noise.

“Did you really have to sit on me?” You hissed, taking off the cloak and holding it bunched up in one hand.

“So the Potters have an invisibility cloak?” Draco raised his eyebrow again and it enraged you.

“I will end you Malfoy,” you stood and stepped closer to Malfoy until you were almost chest to chest. The anger in your blood was beginning to be replaced by a feeling in your stomach you didn't get too often.

“I would love to see you try.” He whispered, his lips parting slightly. You noticed how his hair shone in the moonlight and you felt like making a comment that it looked like he was balding but you chose not too.

“I might be quieter than my brother but do not mistake that for a lack of experience.” You turned to leave but Malfoy put his hand on your hip and turned you back to him.

“If you want to meet me back here again, I wouldn't oppose it.” It was a tone of voice you had never heard him use before, like for the first time he was afraid of rejection.

“Why would you want to meet me here?” You asked, not resisting his hand.

“I think you're bright enough to figure it out.” he said softly before squeezing your waist and walking off.

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vox-ex · 7 months

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Supercorptober 2023

“People are a lot more knowable than they think they are.” ― Sally Rooney

or a preque and a sequel to day 3 - Kara

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There are a couple things that are important to know.

One is that Lena Luthor has a specific ringtone for Kara Danvers.

Two is that she never brings her personal phone into the Monthly board meeting that happens on the second Thursday of every month.

Third, whenever there is a concerning report about Supergirl on the news, Jess notices that Kara Danvers always calls.

Today is the second Thursday of October.

So Lena did not see the news.

Did not see Supergirl bleeding on the ground.

Did not see the camera cut out before she could get up.

And it wouldn't usually worry her so much.

Except Kara hasn't called.

"Jess?" Lena's confusion is palpable, etched across her features as Jess opens the door a little harder and a little quicker than she probably meant to.

"Ms. Luthor, I'm sorry—I'm so, so sorry to interrupt, but…" The sound of her own voice rang through Jess's ears as she stammered out the words. They get caught in her throat, unsure how much she's supposed to know, what she's supposed to say.

She could feel the weight of Lena's gaze on her, like something physical.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I'm sorry, but I…I have to go," her voice wavering slightly as she addressed the board members seated around the conference table.

Jess watched in equal parts relief and trepidation as Lena rose from her chair, her expression a blend of determination and vulnerability.

Jess stays behind for a second. Reassures the board members, still sitting there unmoored in their seats, that she will call their offices to reschedule, that Ms. Luthor is sorry, and that they should understand some things like this just can't be avoided.

They exchanged uncertain glances but, in the end, seem to accept the apology, murmuring their understanding as they gathered their belongings,

Jess catches up with Lena in her office.

Jacket half on, struggling to pull the sleeve up her arm as it tries to push past the barrier of her trembling hands. Jess steps up beside her, slides it up for her, meeting her eyes only briefly before she spins back around to finish shrugging it onto both shoulders.

Jess busied herself with gathering her things. Papers, her laptop, and a few others she didn't even really pay attention to.

"Jess, do you see my phone?" Lena asked, her voice strained.

"Right here." Jess hands her the phone that had been tucked under a stack of reports on her desk.

"Thank you," Lena mumbled, looking at it quickly before sliding it into her pocket, frustrated — scared.

Her eyes dart around the room as if looking for something else.

"Do you need a ride somewhere?" Jess ventured tentatively.

"No, no," Lena sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I just need a second."

Jess nodded, her eyes filled with worry.

"Frank's bringing the car, around," Lena said, more to herself than to her.

"Ms. Luthor," Jess began, taking a deep breath, "I know it doesn't help, but I think the news probably always makes it sound worse, you know."

"Thank you, Jess," Lena replied softly, centering back on her at least for a moment before her phone buzzed in her pocket, and then she was gone.

Jess hesitated. There were things she needed to do.

Meetings to reschedule.

She busied herself with tidying Lena's desk instead. Straightening papers, replacing pens in their holders, and ordering new flowers.

It felt more useful somehow.

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Ms. Luthor calls to tell her she isn't coming in the following day, tells her she should stay home too.

But Jess has work she can get caught up on, and to be honest, she doesn't mind the distraction.

She does, however, mind Kara Danvers showing up in front of her desk just as she's sitting down with her lunch.

"Shit, shit-shit," Jess gasped, dropping her sandwich and knocking over her little cactus sending dirt scattering all over the R&D reports she had just spent all morning organizing.

"Shit!"

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry Jess, I didn't mean to startle you— um here — here let me help."

Kara reaches toward the mess, tilting the pot back upright as she grabs the little cactus, only to quickly drop it back down, pulling her finger away and shaking out her hand.

"Hey, ouch!"

Jess watched in disbelief as Kara shook her hand, trying to dislodge the tiny needles.

And here's the thing.

It should be funny.

It should be funny that a grown woman doesn't realize that palming a cactus like that wouldn't have this exact effect.

It should be funny that Supergirl is standing in front of her with her finger shoved into her mouth to stop it from bleeding after having been viscously attacked by a desk plant.

But here's the thing.

Jess knows Kara is Supergirl.

But the two have still managed to remain very separate in her mind up until know.

So, while the sight of Supergirl bleeding at all is always disconcerting, it's the sight of Supergirl dressed in her boss' girlfriend's clothes bleeding that feels utterly surreal.

Jess takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the shock and confusion.

"Are you okay?" she asks cautiously, eyeing Kara's bleeding finger.

She nods, pulling her finger out of her mouth to examine it.

"Yeah, just a little prick from your uhh, pointy friend there," she says with a small smile pointing with her other hand at the offending plant.

Jess blinks, takes in Kara more fully. The tired look in her eyes, the dinosaur bandaids peaking out from under her sleeves.

"Did you name it yet?"

Jess shakes her head, caught off guard a second time.

"No…I-uh, hadn't uh —"

Then, a third.

"Kara?"

Lena's voice echoes from inside her office.

"I'm out here…talking to Jess."

Kara calls back, and Jess watches her carefully tuck her hand into her pocket, hiding any evidence of her bleeding finger as Lena steps out to join them.

"Jess, hi, sorry I didn't think you'd be here since I wasn't coming in."

"Yet here you are as well, Ms. Luthor."

"Yes, well, I wanted to get a few reports to work on from home; I didn't mean to slip in without letting you know."

"I left for a minute to get my lunch." She gestures to the half-eaten sandwich resting in the spilled potting soil.

Lena looks at Kara. "What did you do?"

"Wha-why, why do you think I did anything?"

"Because we both know how clumsy you are without --" Lena's voice trailed off as Jess cleared her throat. Still unsure if she was supposed to know what she knew.

"Let's just say accidents happen."

Kara shot Jess a grateful look as she reached out to pick up the cactus again, but Lena grabbed her wrist gently.

"Are you bleeding?"

"Yes."

"No"

"Ugh…Yes and No. I was, but it stopped."

She holds out her finger for Lena to get a closer look.

"I tried picking up Gerald…and I didn't realize how prickly they were."

"Gerald?" Jess asks confused

Kara points to the cactus.

"You said you hadn't named them yet, so I was just trying it out."

Lena pinches the bridge of her nose, fighting a smile.

"Okay, well, let's get you both cleaned up then and then buy Jess a new lunch."

"Oh, you don't have to do that. It's fine, really."

"Jess, please, let's get lunch.

Lena looked between her and Kara who was looking anywhere else now.

"There appear to be some things we both need to tell each other."

She smiled — and nodded.

"Okay, yes, thank you, let me just put a few things away."

She grabs the R&D reports, dusting them off a little.

Comes back just in time to see Lena gingerly picking up the cactus.

Hears Kara's gentle warning.

"Be careful, Gerald can be feisty."

Sees Lena poke her finger into her chest.

"I have enough to worry about with you, Kara, please don't make me add succulents to the list of things that can harm Supergirl."

Knows both of them could probably do with being a little more careful with the rate they find themselves in trouble.

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miveras · 4 days

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Drabble: Silent Treatment | JJK

Pairing: jungkook x reader Genre: established relationship, angst, fluff Word count: 1.6k Warnings: none

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“You’re so fucking lazy,” you scream, “Do you ever just look around and think to clean up after yourself once in a while?”

You pick up his worn, mahogany sweater off the floor and into the bucket you struggle to carry with only one hand. You resist the urge to chuck it at him, ignoring you with a scoff.

You weren’t this angry to begin with, but you couldn’t help it after seeing his reaction to you. This was the second fight you’d had, and this has been the worst so far. He wasn’t listening to you at all, and you didn’t know what would make him finally cooperate.

Though you shouldn’t fuel the flame, you keep nagging at him to get up and pointing out every one of his wrongdoings in the past few weeks.

“Just give me a few days. You know I always clean on weekends since I don’t have time on weekdays,” Jungkook replies with a serious tone. You can see it in his eyes, his anger building up by the second.

“Well if you don’t have time, then why are you on your phone? Why aren’t you doing anything then?” you rambled.

He groans in response, obviously annoyed that you keep going back and forth with harsh blows.

After you guys dated for a year, you thought it’d be a good idea to start discussing the living situations. When he told you that his landlord was raising their prices, it posed the perfect scenario for you to invite him in.

Jungkook moved in just past a month, and sure, he was fine the first two weeks. He cooked for you, cleaned after himself, and tried his best not to make a mess. But recently, you’ve caught him being such a horrible roommate that now, you couldn’t stop the hurtful words coming out of your mouth.

“Shut up…” he mutters in a quiet voice, avoiding your confrontation. He wished you hadn’t heard it but when he hears your feet dragging against the floor, he knew you did.

But you didn’t choose to answer him and instead, you gave him the silent treatment.

He enjoyed the short while that you left and came back with a vacuum. For the rest of the week, you guys cut off contact with each other, living in the same house but not saying anything. You even went as far as to eat at a different time than usual, just to avoid him. You weren’t giving this up easily– you wanted him to care, needed him to. You wished he found this just as important as you did.

Over the past week, all you focused on was your job. At work, all you thought about was him– it got so bad to the point where your work friends started questioning you about your sanity. You were constantly zoning out and the lack of sleep didn’t help at all.

You asked for help from one of your friends: Ara. While writing a paper about the company’s statistical reports, you had a welcome visitor come in– just who you were looking for.

“Y/N! I haven’t seen you in a bit,” she whines, “I literally missed you so much.” She almost leaps into your arms as soon as she sees you. At least someone was happy to see you. She hugs you so tight you had to push her away for a bit, trying not to pass out from the lack of air.

“Ara, I missed you…” you pout. She notices the sadness behind your eyes, knowing that you’re not usually this affectionate unless you need it. Ara immediately knew something was wrong from the way you were reacting to her presence– though she couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

You fess up to her about everything, including the words you and Jungkook exchanged. It was pretty harsh, to say the least. Ara understood you, more than anyone else could (except Jungkook of course).

Her advice to you was to communicate, but it was way harder than it sounded. You couldn’t do it, not now at least.

You tried your best to avoid him by doing literally anything else: going out to work, cleaning, anything. It was pathetic to anyone who wasn't either of you– everyone knew how much both of you guys loved each other, and everyone knows you guys belong to each other.

You were too stubborn to admit defeat so you waited for Jungkook– who was probably the only person just as stubborn as you, to apologize first. Predictably, it’s been an ongoing problem for more than just a few days.

Whenever it was time to sleep, your heart raced faster than normal beside him. You had already promised yourself not to lean over and kiss him, admire him, or do anything with him as a form of his punishment. But now, it started to feel like your’s.

Did he even care about you? Did he even miss you?

You hated the way your body couldn’t relax, feeling every nerve pulse throughout your body. You swallow, wondering how long it’ll take you to fall asleep considering your inability to when you’re not embracing something.

You shifted slightly, missing the way he looked over to you with a worried expression but not having enough courage to do something about it.

He sighs, turning the other way as well. He decided not to do anything– he was way too exhausted and stubborn to even face you. He wouldn’t know what to say.

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The next morning, you wake up with the house all tidy– clothes in their right place, no food in sight, all the dishes clean, but you can’t seem to find the one who did it. He must’ve gone to school already.

The following days were all the same. He goes to school, then you, then avoids each other all day, then comes home just to sleep facing opposite each other. I was tired, no doubt.

He’s stubborn and you’re stubborn. You’d think you were a perfect match until something like this comes along. It’s funny, you think.

At some point, all you wanted to do was be in his embrace. To feel his warmth all over you. Oh, how you wanted to just kiss him all over and play with his hair until he falls asleep.

As you think about how much you miss him, you wonder how much or if he even missed you at all. You look beside you– suddenly feeling an overwhelming amount of sadness. You almost forgot how much you missed him.

Unintentionally, your shoulders shake as you try your best to keep in your weeps quiet and breaths steady. Streaks of tears drop to your cheeks, entangling with your hair. You struggle to stop your sobs from coming out, covering your mouth and wiping your eyes to make sure Jungkook doesn’t wake up because of you.

It was truly your last straw. You couldn’t handle being away from him anymore.

“Y/N…” he whispers, concern written all over his face. You freeze, not being able to comprehend anything at that moment.

Still feeling groggy and dazed from his sleep, he rubs his eyes to see you clearer. Once his eyes set on you, a small rush of panic goes through his veins, worriedness taking over his body. He parts his lips in shock and slowly wraps his arms around you– not quite sure what to do.

You feel his arms snake to your waist, kissing your head and muttering soft phrases to calm you down. You wallow in his embrace, slightly embarrassed about your outburst that had him waking up late at night. In a way, you felt ashamed of yourself and your feelings, suddenly feeling more insecure about yourself as Jungkook continues to hold you in silence.

He felt wrong reaching for you when it was obvious he was who you were upset about. He had a clue on what was happening to you– what you were worried about, but he decided to stay quiet and bring it up later when you don’t look as hurt.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I love you so much..,” his voice trails off as he starts peppering kisses all over your face. You can tell that he felt extremely guilty just by his voice, and his expression sends confirmation of that.

At this point, you had already stopped crying out of embarrassment, shame, and even comfort from Jungkook.

“I-I’m sorry too,” you sniffle, “I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

“I didn’t get the chance to apologize sooner. I..I was just scared that you’d stay mad at me– then I wouldn’t know what to do” he explains nervously. Rubbing your arm comfortingly, he asks you to stay with him. “I’ll listen to you from now on.”

“Jungkook, I love you too. I hate fighting with you,” you confess. He only smiles in response, though you can’t see his face when yours is buried in his chest. You hug him back in return– both of you exchanging loving glances at each other.

Jungkook kisses you in the temple one last time before closing his eyes and relaxing his body.

In a few minutes, you both fall asleep in each other’s comfort. You missed him so much even though you’ve barely been apart and he feels the same exact way. That definitely wasn’t the last argument you’d have, but it’d be the last one where he’d make you cry.

Ara was right– all it took was a bit of communication.

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octoberclidan · 1 year

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You're Not a Burden

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Reader (she/her) has been distant from both Sam and Dean recently. Dean goes to her apartment to find that reader has been struggling with her mental health. He brings her back to the bunker and makes her let him and Sam take care of her.

Note: this was written by myself for myself; there are probably mistakes. My first language is English but I'm not American, so it may sound weird in places if you happen to be American reading it. If you do happen to come across this and spend time reading it, I hope you enjoy it somewhat!

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Dean made his way from the bunker's kitchen to the library, hoping to find Sam and see if there were any possible cases. They'd only just finished up a case the day before, but they were on a winning streak and Dean wanted to get as many wins in as he could while their luck lasted.

"So get this". Music to Dean's ears. Sam was staring intently at his laptop screen, and Dean walked over to look at the screen over Sam's shoulder.

"A couple were found dead in this abandoned house, I had a look back at the history and turns out there's a pattern. A couple has died in that house every six years going back to 1953". Sam explained while he was scrolling through a news article. "Think maybe [Y/N] would want to tag along for this? I know she's been busy the last few cases, but this sounds like a ghost to me and she's good with those".

Dean nodded in agreement. "Yeah, yeah I'll call her. Haven't seen her in awhile anyway, it would be good to catch up and see what she's been so busy with".

"You miss her don't you?" Sam smirked at him.

"What? Sure, of course I miss her when she's not around. Like Cas, or Jody, or... or Garth"

"You miss [Y/N] like you miss Garth?"

"Shut up". Sam still had a knowing smirk on his face and Dean glared at him. He enjoyed spending time with her when she joined them on hunts. They had first met on a ghost case several years back, Dean had instantly started to hit on her, and they developed a very flirty friendship but had never done anything. She often helped them on hunts, especially ghost hunts, but she also just hung out with them a lot too. She had watched movies with Dean, documentaries with Sam, sparred with both of them and researched with them. At least, she used to. They had been seeing less and less of her recently, she always seemed to be busy whenever Dean tried to call or text her.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called her, but it rang out. He tried again, and to his surprise she answered.

"Hi Dean". She sounded quieter, less energetic than usual.

"Hey Sweetheart, Sam and I think we have a possible ghost case, do you want in?"

"Oh I'm actually busy with something, but if you guys run into trouble just let me know".

"Are you okay [Y/N]? You don't really sound like yourself".

"Yeah I'm fine".

"Maybe after we're back you could come over to the bunker for a movie night? We haven't had one in months".

"Yeah, I have to go now, good luck and say hi to Sam". [Y/N] hung up on Dean before waiting for a response from him. Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean's confused expression.

"She just said she was busy again".

"Huh, think everything's okay?" Asked Sam, his expression turning to one of concern.

"You think maybe she's seeing someone?"

"What like dating? Would that bother you?"

Dean scoffed, trying to hide the answer that was probably written on his face. The truth was that it would definitely bother him. Although he and [Y/N] had never gone past flirting, he knew he had stronger feelings for her.

***

The hunt was successful, and the boys were back in the bunker within two days of leaving. Dean had texted [Y/N] while on the case asking for advice on an aspect of the case that he didn't really need advice on, but she hadn't answered him. Sam noticed him checking his phone at any chance he got, and Dean was noticeably distracted on the drive home.

"Dude why don't you just go see her?" Sam said as they walked down the bunker's staircase.

"What?"

"[Y/N], you know her address, it's only a 40 minute drive away. If you're that worried about her just go see her, I don't need you that distracted on a hunt, you almost let the ghost throw you through a window because you were checking your phone. In an abanded house, with the EMF reader going off, lights flickering, cold air, the whole works, you had your salt gun down by your side and were checking your phone!"

"Whatever Sammy". Dean rolled his eyes and made for the showers.

Dean walked from the shower back to his bedroom. Before even taking off his towel and getting dressed he checked his phone. Nothing from [Y/N]. He texted her again, asking if she was up for that movie night at the bunker. After getting dressed he checked his phone, no answer. He sat on his bed staring at his phone for a few minutes before calling her, but it rang out. Not being able to take the silence anymore, he grabbed his keys, stormed past Sam and got straight into the Impala, setting off for [Y/N]'s apartment. He needed to know that she was alive at least.

***

[Y/N] heard her phone buzzing for the fourth or fifth time that day, but ignored it again. She was tucked into her bed, and had been since the previous day. She had barely left her apartment at all in the last month, only really venturing out once or twice when she had finally run out of food. She felt tired, drained, and unmotivated. She hadn't hunted, hadn't met up with any of her friends, and just spent most days in bed either half paying attention to her TV or aimlessly scrolling through her phone. Any time someone tried to contact her over the last couple of months she had told them she was 'busy', not wanting to go through the effort of showering, dressing properly, and putting on a show. Over the last few days she had stopped responding altogether. The last person she had spoken to was two days ago when Dean asked her if she wanted to go on a ghost hunt, a conversation that lasted less than a minute.

She didn't know or care what the time was or how long she had been in bed that day, and was about to doze off again when the doorbell rang. The unexpected noise made her freeze. She waited a couple of minutes, trying to listen for further noise when there was a loud knock on the front door. Grabbing the gun on her bedside table, she slowly made her way out to the door. She stood up on her toes to look through the peephole and felt relief when she saw Dean Winchester standing on the other side. He looked agitated, and about two minutes away from kicking the door in. Before he had a chance, [Y/N] unlocked it and opened it just enough for her to show half of her face.

Dean paled when he saw her. She had severe bags under her eyes, she had obviously lost weight, her hair was all tangled and her clothes were creased, she had definitely slept in them.

"Dean?" Her voice was only slightly above a whisper.

"Sweetheart" Dean sighed, face full of concern. "Can you let me in please?"

[Y/N] just nodded and opened the door farther, stepping back to let Dean come in. He closed the door behind him and put his hands on her shoulders, slightly crouching down to get to her level and look her in the eyes. "Talk to me". He pleaded with her.

"I'm just tired Dean". She was avoiding eye contact, looking down and focusing her attention on nervously intertwining her fingers together.

"[Y/N] this is not just tiredness. When was the last time you ate? Brushed your hair? Left your apartment?"

"I don't know".

"Okay, you're coming back to the bunker now."

"No wait, Dean-"

"You're coming, no excuses, you're not busy, you just need a bit of help to get back on track".

"I don't want to be a burden. I'm just feeling a bit sad, I'll get over it, you can just leave me here".

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen. You're not a burden. Think of all those times you've helped me get through things, or Sam? It's okay to need to lean on us sometimes [Y/N], but you have to be honest with us, okay? No saying you're busy when you're actually feeling down from now on. You can be vulnerable around me, I already know you're a badass hunter, you've nothing to prove to me. Let me help you get your strength back". Dean grabbed her hand and opened the door, pulling her out of the apartment and down to the impala. He opened the passenger door for her before going around to the driver's side.

***

The drive back to the bunker was quiet. Dean would glance over to [Y/N] occasionally and each time would be shocked at how run down she looked. She was still beautiful to him, but he would much prefer a healthier look. When they got back he led the way down the stairs of the bunker, Sam looking up at them from the map table.

"Hey [Y/N], long time no see! How are... hey are you okay?" Sam stood up once he got a better look at [Y/N], just as surprised as Dean was at her appearance.

[Y/N] just nodded at him and tried to hide slightly behind Dean, not wanting anyone else to see her like this.

"Come on, you're gonna have a bubble bath and then you're going to watch a movie with me and Sam." Sam smiled sadly at her as they passed him, Dean holding her hand and leading her to the bathroom. She sat down on the closed toilet seat while Dean began drawing a bath, making as many bubbles as he could. No one had ever looked after her like this, her heart swelled at Dean's attitude towards her this evening. He hadn't made her feel embarrassed about how he'd found her or how she was acting, he really just wanted to help her.

"Right, that should be nice and hot. You get out of those clothes and get yourself comfortable in there okay? Don't lock the door, I'll be back in a bit with some clean clothes for you. You can use the soap there on the side of the bath. I'll get Sam to set up one of the bedrooms for you. You're going to stay here with us until we all agree that you're really alright." [Y/N] nodded in understanding, too tired to refuse, and Dean left, closing the door behind him.

The bath water was a perfect temperature, and once she lay down there were enough bubbles to completely cover her. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes for a few seconds, just letting herself enjoy something for once, before picking up the bar of soap and getting to work. True to his word, Dean was back with a pile of neatly folded clothes. He left them on the counter and kneeled down next to her, something black in his hand. Holding it up to her, she could see it was a hairbrush.

"Let's tackle this tangle of hair will we?" He smiled softly at her. "Sam said we could use some of his special conditioner that he keeps hidden under the sink". He winked and leaned over to grab it. "Can you lean forward for me a bit?"

"You don't have to detangle my hair Dean, I can do it myself".

"I know you can, but I would like you to let me do this for you".

[Y/N] gave in and turned her back to Dean, giving him better access to the mess on her head. He scooped up some water with his hands and poured it onto her head, dampening her hair. He then squeezed some of Sam's conditioner out into his hand and began gently threading it through [Y/N]'s hair. He used his fingers to untangle the worst of it, working from the ends and making his way up to her scalp. Once he got to the top of her head he began massaging her scalp, and [Y/N] couldn't help but close her eyes and lean back into his hands. He smiled at this, comforted by the fact that he was able to make her relax and feel good.

After a few minutes Dean added some more conditioner to her hair and picked up the hairbrush. He began to gently brush through her hair, now focusing on only the few small tangles that were left. They didn't speak, but the silence wasn't awkward, it was comfortable for both of them. [Y/N] felt both vulnerable and safe there with Dean, just letting him take care of her.

Once Dean had rinsed her hair he noticed that the bubbles were starting to die down, and the water was getting cooler. Not wanting to expose [Y/N] or make her cold, he decided to stand up and let her get dressed. "There's a clean towel here for you, and I've left some clothes on the counter. They're gonna be too big for you so make sure roll up the pants so you don't trip. You just take your time and when you're finished make your way to the Dean Cave okay? I'll get Sam to go get some food from that diner you like and I'll be setting up for the movie". With that, he closed the door behind him.

[Y/N] dried herself off and picked up the clothes that Dean had left her; an old t-shirt, one of his warmer looking flannels, a pair of his boxers, and pyjama bottoms. They were all loose on her, but definitely comfortable. She smiled when she noticed that the flannel smelled like Dean, the first time she had managed a smile in weeks. It felt like she was being hugged by him.

When she got to the Dean Cave, it was all set up ready for a movie. Dean looked up from his position on the couch and smiled at her when she walked in. He had loaned her a flannel before on cases, but seeing her entirely dressed in his clothes gave him a sense of warmth and comfort. "Hey Sweetheart, feeling a bit better?"

"Definitely cleaner and fresher, thank you Dean".

"No need to thank me". He patted the space beside him, motioning for her to take it. [Y/N] sat down a bit stiffly, not leaning back on the couch. "What is it Sweetheart?"

"It's just my hair is wet, if I lean against the couch it will dry kinda weirdly flattened on the back of my head".

Dean moved his thighs apart from each other. "Come on, sit down on the floor, I'll braid it for you".

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow, starting to feel a bit amused at this gesture. "You know how to braid hair?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Charlie taught me, said it would be good to know if I ever finally managed to get a girlfriend or something". [Y/N] couldn't help put giggle at imagining Charlie trying to teach Dean how to braid hair, but she took his offer and sat down on the floor between his legs. Just like when he washed her hair, Dean was very gentle. He combed her hair back with his fingers and began to get to work.

"So do... do you ever like, want that?"

"Want what Sweetheart?"

"You know, a girlfriend".

Dean paused for a moment to think before continuing the braid. "I don't know how a girlfriend would work in this life. I don't want to bring anyone into the world of hunting, you know?"

"Yeah I get that. So what about someone already in that world?"

"I gue-"

"Hey guys, I got our food, movie ready to go?" Sam interrupted Dean as he came in with a bag from the diner, setting it down on the table Dean had set out in front of the couch. "Comfortable there [Y/N]?" Sam looked down at her.

"Hey Sam, did you know Dean could braid hair? He's actually pretty good at it". Dean had finished the braid and was now resting his hands on her shoulders, absentmindedly rubbing them.

Sam chuckled "I didn't know that, no. You feeling any better?"

"Yeah a little, let's see what food you got though". She stood up to open up the bag. Once they all had their food out in front of them, and [Y/N] had sat back between the two brothers, the movie night began.

***

[Y/N] had been staying in the bunker for five days when Dean knocked on her open door. She was sitting up on her bed reading through one of the library's many books on ghosts. She was feeling a lot better than she had been. She no longer felt like showering or getting out of bed were chores. She was eating proper meals with the boys every day, going out for walks with Sam, and even helped Dean clean Baby. She was starting to feel very content, and the Winchesters were starting to feel like a family to her.

"Hey, what you reading?"

[Y/N] closed the old book and held it up so Dean could see the cover. "I found this book on cases of ghosts from the 18th century, it's pretty interesting". She smiled at him.

"Well, speaking of ghosts, Sam thinks he's found one not too far from here. Please say no if you're not feeling up to it, we can call Garth to check it out, but if you're feeling well enough, fancy joining myself and Sam?"

[Y/N] nodded at him. "I think it's time to get back out there, though might leave the heavy lifting to you and Sam?"

"Of course, just come out and meet us in the library when you're ready"

"Dean?" [Y/N] called to him while he was turning to leave the room, he turned back around and caught her gaze. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, go ahead". Dean walked over and sat on the end of her bed.

"I just wanted to say thank you for coming to get me. I was in a dark place and you saved me". Dean squeezed her leg comfortingly. "And I just wanted to ask, when do you want me to go back home?"

"Actually I was going to talk to you about that after the hunt. Sam and I talked it over and this room is yours. You can stay for as long as you like. If you want to split your time between your apartment and here that would be cool, or if you just wanna stay here, the bunker can be your home".

"Really? You wouldn't mind me being here?"

"Really". Dean leaned over and kissed [Y/N] on her forehead. When he leaned back he saw that her eyes were closed. There were no dark circles under them anymore, and she didn't look so gaunt either. She looked beautiful. Before he could change his mind, Dean titled his head slightly and pressed his lips to hers. [Y/N]'s eyes shot open in surprise, and she found Dean's were closed. She kissed him back and slid a hand up behind his neck. Dean deepened the kiss and grabbed her hip with one hand, his other still on her leg. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip and she opened her mouth, letting him in. He pushed forward causing her to fall back onto the bed, and he crawled over on top of her without breaking the kiss. Their hands roamed each other's arms and sides before eventually they broke for air. Dean smiled down and at her and she smiled up at him.

"I would definitely like a girlfriend who was already in the hunting life".

The end

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ashwhowrites · 9 months

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your requests are open again! yuuupi!!! so can i? like, kas!eddie x reader, as if after the upside down reader discovers her pregnancy (she and eddie used to date), and when Eddie comes back to her he is very different, and then she has to explain to him why the swelling in her belly.., can you do a happy ending? 🥹

My amazing boyfriend explained Kas!eddie( my smart baby) to me and gave me a few options on how to write the character. I hope this is what you were looking for! I'm sorry it's a tad short

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Swelling

Y/N was still grieving with the loss of her boyfriend, Eddie Munson. Just barely a week ago she was cradling his bloody dead body in her arms and now she's holding a positive pregnancy test. She felt herself breaking down again. She lost Eddie forever, but at least now she'll have a part of him.

As the next few months passed, she began to prepare for her son. Her belly was growing every day and the nursery was almost finished. She's been trying to enjoy her pregnancy the best that she could, but she always felt sad about doing it alone. She and Eddie dreamed of having kids once they made it out of Hawkins, but she was stuck here. She couldn't make herself leave, knowing he died here she couldn't leave him behind.

If he didn't make it out of Hawkins, she wouldn't either.

~~~

Eddie wasn't sure what happened to him. He woke up gasping for air in the middle of nowhere. Trees surrounded him along with the darkness. The ground was wet as he struggled to stand up. His body felt like it hadn't moved in years. Every bone felt like it was breaking as he moved around. His ears heard every sound, his eyes moved quickly but saw every tiny detail, and he felt so thirsty. He was trying to rank his brain for where he was, any type of hint to the past to tell him why he was here. But he couldn't remember a thing.

But his legs were taking him somewhere. It was like he was being called to a location and blindly obeying. He found himself outside a small trailer, a shadow of someone inside moving around. It was as if he could hear exactly where they were.

He wasn't sure how long he stood outside, but the shadow he was watching got bigger and then disappeared. Then the front door swung open, a girl carrying out a bag, she waddled down the stairs. She threw the bag into a tin can, looked up, and locked eyes. Eddie felt a pull towards her, his legs erasing the distance between them.

"Eddie?" She asked, in shock as she saw the love of her life standing in front of her. He looked different. He looked so pale, drained, dark spots under his eyes.....his eyes...were so dead. She felt herself reaching for him, her hand carefully touching his cheek.

"Y/N?" Eddie asked, his voice cracking like he hasn't used it in days. He recognized her. She flashed in his head over and over. Her touch felt familiar and safe.

"What happened?" She asked, moments after she dragged him inside and covered him in blankets. He stared blankly at her.

"I don't know. I woke up in the middle of nowhere and was led here. I remember you or the feeling of you. But I can't remember anything else." He explained, so she tried to explain. She talked about how they met, the gang, what happened in the upside-down, and how he died.

He tried to focus but all he could hear was two heartbeats. They were beating rapidly. Eddie zoned in on her, why did she have two heartbeats?

She was in the middle of explaining the aftermath when he spoke up, "Why is there a beating in your stomach?"

She froze mid-sentence, a small giggle leaving her lips as he stared at her stomach. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her swollen bump. His hand moved around her stomach, leaning down as he rested his head against it.

"I'm pregnant Eddie. I have our baby growing inside of me. I'm around six months." She explained, her hands working through his dirty hair.

"A baby?" Eddie smiled

"Yeah, a baby boy. I was going to name him Eddie, I didn't think I'd ever see you again." She whispered, holding back her tears as Eddie nuzzled against her stomach.

"I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere." He promised, kissing her stomach as he leaned up and pecked her lips.

"He'll be so excited to meet you." She cried, smiling as Eddie continued to stare at her stomach like a puppy.

He still didn't know what fully happened to him and he couldn't remember the details Y/N told him about. But he knew he was exactly where he needed to be.

~~~

Eddie still wasn't sure what was wrong with him, he always felt like someone or something was watching him.

He was always so thirsty, it didn't matter how much water he chugged. His throat was always dry and he felt starved.

But he tried to push it in the back of his head. Focusing on that his girlfriend's stomach was growing and she was about to pop soon.

He wasn't sure about the world still, learning the basics of things and learning everyone's name again. A kid named Dustin seemed the most pleased he was alive, talking in his ear as he told him all about who he was before his death. Steve and Nancy described what happened to him and what the upside down was. Robin told him all about Vecna.

But he read every pregnancy and baby book possible, preparing himself for the next chapter in his life. He was excited about his future, grateful he got another chance.

But at what price?

"Wake up, Kas. Wake up!"

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jupitervega · 11 months

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fleein the south part II

hi, i'm ri & i'm an autistic nonbinary trans guy-lite-ish person. 4 years ago i moved out to denver from mississippi (where i was born & raised) & immediately had a massive improvement in my quality of life. i was able to access medical & psychiatric care, my career stabilized, people were addressin me with correct terms for the most part, & i was startin to feel like life had finally begun

unfortunately when the lease ran out on our house end of summer last year my roommates decided not to renew, & then the people who were gonna be my new roommates backed out last minute. in a panic i looked for other options but with time runnin short & top surgery approachin i decided to recover at a friend's house & move back to mississippi once my surgeon cleared me to travel cross country so i could regroup somewhere i figured would be less expensive & at least somewhat familiar

that, friends, was a very costly & painful mistake! every single problem that made me wanna move away in the first place has only exacerbated!

i'm comin up on 8 months post top surgery, i have a beard, & i'm still gettin called ma'am/she/her. trump flags & signs still adorn many yards/porches here. hatred & bigotry run rampant in local politics. the other day i didn't even enter one of the convenience stores in the town where i live when i stopped by because they had posted a very thinly veiled racist sign on the door

when i arrived back here i was not even a full month outta surgery & i had a minor complication, so i went to the emergency room cause what else was i sposed to do? applied for charity as i had around $100 to my name at that point, which i THINK? got approved? also applied for mississippi medicaid the same day, which got denied almost outright as i have no children. so i've been uninsured since november & rationin the 3 month supply of my psych/migraine meds i received before leavin colorado for goin on 7 months. never mind bein able to access hrt!

job prospects here are Not Great! i've had to collect unemployment for a while as i cannot for the life of me find a full time job with a livin wage. otherwise i literally cannot make ends meet as the jobs i've held so far down here are payin average 50% or less of what i was makin in denver. even with the part time gigs i've had i have yet to crack 30hr/wk on any kind of regular basis

housin is an absolute shitshow. my lease is up 1 july (got a month extension) & i've been searchin everywhere for an affordable place of my own or at least a good roommate. the more affordable studio/1bd apartments go for around $700 & up, but most have income requirements of 2.5-3x the monthly rent which, considerin previous point abt wages, is near impossible. roommate listins are available but the majority are questionable at best & seekin a live-in bangmaid at worst

with all these considerations i spent the past few weeks feelin worse & worse lookin for somewhere close to the job i currently have. the leases are like 6mo-1y so i was picturin another year down here & how i was gonna survive, let alone thrive. my thoughts got darker & darker. i'd wake up in the mornin & be sad/disappointed i'd survived the night

this is no way to live

i snapped a few days ago. said to myself "if i'm destined to struggle wherever i go, i'd rather do it somewhere i actually Wanted to be in the first place" & started applyin for housin in denver. waitin to hear back from my first option & have secured a backup with a friend with a spare room for 6mo in case that falls through

right now i need help gettin the hell out! i've got first month's rent already put back, i can continue to collect unemployment until i land a good job in denver, & i'm already reachin out to find somewhere to work. i just don't have anywhere to go for another month or two to save the money i'll need to travel almost 1200mi (~1900km) back to colorado. i'll need at least $500 to make gas/food happen durin the time it will take me to get there, & i need it by the first of july (38 days from day of postin)

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halfmoondaze · 11 months

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Jack is starting a serious relationship with y/n (only a couple months into their relationship) and knows very well she has trouble being in noisy, crowded places. She prefers spending time with only her and Jack no one else. She finally opens up and shows up to jacks house that’s filled with his friends. She gets super quiet and ends up in her own bubble not having the courage to speak to anyone. His friends end up saying mean things like “is she mute or something?” to Jack and starts pointing fingers at her, making fun of her thinking it’s a joke. Y/n at first tries to laugh along as well to try and get along with them but notices they’re taking about her. She feels bewildered and gets emotional. Jack tries to step in but y/n ends up going home without saying anything. Couple days have past Jack tries his hardest to reach out to reader about that night but she’s ignoring his calls, texts, etc. Maybe angst ending..? I’m sorry if this was too long I just want you to have something to work with😭

Sheltered

Y/N and Jack have been dating for a few months now, and their relationship was becoming serious.

Despite being naturally shy and reserved, Y/N found it surprisingly easy to open up to Jack. She confided in him about her struggles with being in crowded and noisy places, which is something that always been challenging for her ever since she could remember.

Jack was a perfect saint. He was incredibly understanding and supportive, and thanks to his patience and caring nature, he found a way to help her navigate her anxieties, while offering her a safe space in the midst of all the chaos, in little ways such as: having a movie night at least twice a week to be able to recharge, cooking or baking together, despite the fact that Jack was not the best cook. Or just cuddling while talking for hours while enjoying each other’s company.

However, Jack being more extroverted, he would go out and have fun every now and then, but at the end of the day he would always go back home to Y/N. After all, she was his grounding force and he loved how he was able to find a balance through her. And given that they have a lot of mutual respect and love for one another, he would make sure that she never felt pressured to accompany him.

But one night, Jack was attending to this house party given that he was back home for a few days after promoting “White Men Can’t Jump” for the past months, and couldn’t wait to catch up with close friends. Y/N was happy for all of his achievements, and wanted to be there for him, which is why it came to a big surprise for Jack when she asked him if she could come along.

“Really?”

She just nodded.

He smiled and sat with her in their living room couch.

“Babe, you know you don’t have to go if you don’t feel comfortable, right?”

“I know. I just thought it would be nice to be with you and all your friends, because I’m very proud of you”

He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head.

“Ok, but if you’re not feeling it and want to leave at any moment, you say the word and we’ll go home, ok?”

“Ok”

He kissed her.

“Good”

You hurried and put on a nice-looking short sundress and did your makeup, and in no time, you found yourself in the foyer ready to head out.

“What’s up man” Jack greeted Shloob.

“Hey, what’s good?” he said.

“Yuh yuh yuh Jack is here”

“Jackman” Nemo greeted him.

“Hey man”

“How you doing”

“I’m chilling”

“This your girl?”

“Yeah, this is Y/N”

“Hey”

“Hi” Y/N said avoiding eye contact as all eyes were on her.

“Is she cool?” Shloob asked. “She mute or something?” Nemo asked.

“Dude what the fuck?” Urban called him out.

“My bad” Nemo said.

“She’s just a little shy. Hey remember that one time-“ Jack attempted to change the subject but the conversation went back to Y/N.

“A little?!” Nemo burst laughing.

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think she would come” Shloob said

“Yeah I was starting to think that girlfriend of yours was imaginary” Nemo added.

Everyone started laughing.

Y/N could feel her anxiety rising as unconsciously was scratching her arms, which nobody noticed but Jack did.

At some point, their voices became like background noise as she felt her anxiety building up and it was becoming unbearable so she excused herself and walked to the hallway that lead to the bathroom to escape the commotion.

Jack gave Nemo a look.

“What did I do?”

He just walked away.

After looking for her everywhere in the house, she eventually find her in the hallway upstairs, absorbed in her own world as she scrolled through her phone.

He quietly walked to her as to not to startle her and stood next to her.

Upon noticing his prescence, she pulled her phone away and looked down awkwardly.

“Sorry about that”

She gave him a forced smile and looked away.

“It’s ok. They were probably joking”

“That still doesn’t make it ok”

Y/N shrugged.

Jack offered her his hand. Y/n paused for a few seconds before taking his hand, and he pulled her closer into an embrace.

Then Y/N hugged him back and relaxed into his arms.

After a few seconds, they pulled away.

“Can we go home?”

“Of course” he said kissing the top of her head.

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jennay · 5 months

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Stay Strong

Request: What if the reader has struggled in the past with depression and even attempted suicide. She wants Nick to give her her first tattoo since she wants something that she can look at to continue to push her through her tough times. Noah will be there with her holding her hand while she gets it. He has been her rock and has helped her through her struggles.

Warnings: Talks of Suicide/depression/cursing/angst/regret....not in huge detail but enough to warn.

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An: I lied I posted it tonight. Hope you enjoy this one! I tried to give a background story to make the tattoo more meaningful. If you want to be tagged in future Noah stuff let me know!

I'm still taking request for now too!

Life hadn't been the kindest to you, and even though you wore a smile on your face and told everyone you were OK, there was a piece of you that felt you would never get better.

How do you cure depression?

The medications made you feel like a zombie, and counseling never seemed to do the trick no matter how hard you tried; every day was a fucking battle, one you didn't want to fight.

The first attempt you made to end your suffering, you were just thirteen. You'd barely experienced the joys of life but had lived through enough trauma to make you not see the light at the end of the tunnel.

The second time, you were fifteen. You spent two weeks in a mental health facility, and you felt you were on top of the world. You would concur life and vowed never to feel that way again.

You hated the look on your mother's face, and you watched Noah slowly back away from you. Seeing how your choices affected your closest friends and family brought more pain.

You promised Noah it wouldn't happen again; he didn't need to fear losing you because you would get better.

It stopped for a few years, and you were convinced you were better, but two years later, your mother passed away, and it all started again. You were devastated, heartbroken. You didn't want to live without her. You moved in with your brother, and life changed completely. No more routine, no more late-night movies, no more mom hugs, and no more mom. Why was life so cruel to you?

A month later, Noah and you lie in bed talking about your dreams, hopes, and plans. You lived talking about these things with him. He always had the biggest ambitions and greatest desires, and then he dropped a bomb on you. He told you he was leaving, and you couldn't handle it.

The idea of living without him puts you in the darkest pits of hell. The one who talked you through things, who made you feel better, your rock, was leaving you to move to a different state. In that moment, you realized no one actually gave a shit about you. Everyone would leave you, and it was only a matter of time. You lied and told him you were happy for him and that someday you'd visit him, but you wouldn't.

Six months after Noah left, you couldn't do it anymore. You didn't want to and couldn't tell your brother. You stopped going to school, you laid in bed and cried. You lost your mother and Noah all in the same year. Life didn't feel worth living.

Noah remembered the day he got the phone call. He thought your brother was lying.

"They don't know if she's going to recover," Ben told Noah. "I don't know what to do or who to call. It's not like our mom and dad are around anymore." He sadly sighed.

Noah took a one-way flight back to you. He didn't know how long he would stay but knew he needed to get home to you.

You woke up in a hospital bed with Noah sleeping next to you. You couldn't remember what happened, but it couldn't be good if you were in a hospital.

You and Noah got into a huge fight when you were released from the hospital. He told you he wasn't going home until you went to rehab for your mental health. He wanted to pawn you off; at least, that's how you felt.

"Fuck you! You left me! This is your fault you screamed at him. "I don't want you here, Noah. I hate you. I hate you so much!"

Noah threw you over his shoulder, with you kicking and screaming as he walked up the stairs and into your bedroom. He set you on your bed, sat in your computer chair, and rolled in front of you. He hated this for you. He hated seeing your eyes red and puffy; he hated seeing your body tremble out of anger, but most of all, he hated that you hated him.

Noah tried his best to remain calm, but the more he stared at you, the sadder he felt. His eyes watered, but he quickly wiped them and leaned forward. His Brown eyes wandered your face. "What are we going to do?" He quietly asks.

You shrug, shaking your head, "I don't wanna be here anymore."

"Then don't." He pauses, leaning back in the chair, "Come to California with me."

You raise your eyebrow, knowing a fresh start could be nice. "OK." you quietly say.

Noah smiles, "This doesn't get you out of therapy, though… that's my number one requirement. You want to come with me? You need to get help."

You agreed.

You excitedly pull out your phone and show your boyfriend and Nicholas your chosen design.

"This is it," you say with a smile, feeling adrenaline. The tattoo is simple yet elegant, with cursive lettering that spells "Stay Strong" on your ribs.

It's a phrase that has helped you through many tough times in your life, and you want to make it a permanent part of you.

Noah beams with pride at the person you've become today, ten years. You have faced many challenges and obstacles but never gave up and continued to grow. You have overcome your fears and insecurities and learned to love yourself and others. You are his inspiration and his soulmate. "Yeah, it's to the point," Noah says. "Stay Strong is a good motto to live by." He squeezes your hand and kisses your forehead.

You nod, "I thought it was fitting." You look at Nicholas, who has been patiently waiting for your approval. He grabs your phone and observes the photo a bit longer. He likes the placement of the tattoo and the cursive lettering. He thinks it will suit your body and personality well.

"Let's get started," he says with a grin.

He leads you to the tattoo table and instructs you how to lie down and position yourself.

You feel the cold stencil being placed on your side, and you shiver slightly.

You smile graciously at Nicholas, who asks you if you are ready. You nod, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. Noah holds your hand throughout the process and encourages you whenever you flinch or cringe.

He reminds you how brave and strong you truly are. He whispers he loves you when he sees the tiny tears in the corner of your eyes.

He tells you how beautiful you are and how much he admires your courage.

"Fuck," you say when it's all done. "That was the weirdest sensation. It hurt but tickled all in one." You laugh, feeling a sense of relief.

Noah chuckles as you sit up, "Yeah, shit hurts." He reaches out his hand, helping you off the table, and wraps his arm around you, holding you close. "But it's worth it," he adds.

"Check it out," Nick says, pointing to the body mirror. You smile at the reflection in the mirror, admiring his work. The tattoo is simple yet holds so much meaning to you. It's a reminder of your strength and resilience and how far you've come. It's a symbol of your journey and your growth. It's a tribute to your past and a promise for your future. You feel proud of yourself and grateful for the people who have supported you along the way.

Noah stands behind you, watching you intently. He leans down, kissing you on the cheek. "I'm so proud of you, babe." He whispers in your ear.

You turn around, facing him. You smile at him, puckering your lips for a kiss, and Noah doesn't hesitate to fill that need. "I love you." you happily say. "I love you too, beautiful," he replies, looking into your eyes.

You hug him, feeling complete and happy. You have a new tattoo, a new memory, and a new reason to stay strong.

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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The Only Thing That Matters

Prompt (from kofi commission): Easton’s birth!

Word count: 10k+

warnings: angst, smut, childbirth, minors dni

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It unusual for the two to fight.

They weren't a couple who participated in pointless power struggles or irrational debates, just occasionally get annoyed with one another, if that.

It was unfortunate that one of their first major argument was occuring when they had so many exciting events happening in their lives.

College graduation was looming over them, after months of studying for exams, it was nearly time to take the finals.

Harry wasn't concerned about studying, finals weren't important to him, not with the draft ceremony only two days away.

YN had never seen Harry so high-strung or stressed out - he was usually very carefree and not worried about a single thing enough to make him on edge like he has been for the past few weeks.

His nose wasn't buried deep in his textbook for sports management, no, it was constantly on his phone to read articles and watch videos about the upcoming event and experts opinion on who was going to be first pick.

YN was not quite sure why he was so anxious, nearly 99.9% of predictions were that he was going to be the first choice.

It wasn't a secret he was already to be predicted to be one of the best players of all time, of course he was going to be picked first - any team would be idiotic not too.

It was the pressure that Harry was getting from every aspect of his life, his coaches, teammates, and the media.

The most upsetting part of this was that Harry had become so overly stressed out and pressured that he was drawn thin - he was constantly between working out, practicing, photoshoots, and interviews for ESPN and Sports Center.

YN can't remember the last time that he had gotten more than four hours of sleep, other than their 'date night' which was a evening they set baseball and studying aside to watch a movie with the promise of sex afterwards - especially because that wasn't happening quite as much with how exhausted Harry was.

However, not even fifteen minutes into the movie, he had his head tucked into the crook of YN's neck and was snoring softly with his shower-fluffy hair tickling her cheek.

She couldn't be upset because she knew how tired he must be, especially if he turned down sex because that had literally never happened before.

It wasn't anything they couldn't manage together, they tried to end up at least sleeping in the same bed at the end of the night - almost exclusively at the frat.

It wasn't until a day before they was going to fly from North Carolina to Miami for the ceremony and following festivities that things started to go wrong.

YN had three, yes, three final papers plus an article for a journalism class. The other two of her classes were comprehensive exams that took a lot of studying of all the information they learned in a semester.

Not to mention the journalism article that had been taking endless hours of research, interviews, and deep diving into archives of the library to get done.

It was always planned that YN would go with him, of course she would, he wouldn't rather have anyone else there to support him.

Not to be dramatic, but Harry knew that he would be marrying YN after the second date, it was just a matter of time before he bought her a ring.

He actually already had a plan of how he was going to propose.

After his first game in the major leagues, he would bring her out onto the field, just the two of them, and get down on one knee - fireworks lighting the sky right afterwards.

But plans rarely turn out that way.

YN had just stayed up for nearly sixteen hours straight, switching between studying flashcards and typing away viciously at one of the many papers.

Her lids were heavy, making it more difficult to blink at the bright screen, her stomach was in knots so she hadn't eaten recently.

Harry had been at a meeting with his management team, there was a lot of coordination that went into making sure everything went smoothly.

It had been an itching thought in the back of her mind that she wasn't possibly going to be able to go to Miami, not with everything due but she was still praying she could get it done.

Then that dream was obliterated into tiny, nonrepairable shards when her laptop died - unexpectedly.

She hadn't realized that the charger was not pushed in enough to provide the power to do so, which meant that she had just lost nearly four hours of work that her groggy mind had not saved.

Still hopeful, she quickly plugs it back in and pulls up her document again - only to be confronted with the thousands of words she was missing from her writing.

Fuck.

YN can't do anything for a moment but let her head drop in her hands and internally scream at the situation.

Tears build up from the frustration, the disappointment, but also the realization that she is definitely not going to be able to go to Miami.

Harry had been so excited, he'd been talking about bringing YN with him since they first started dating - over two years ago.

She knew he had set up dinner reservations, a couples massage, went out of his way to make this special for her despite the fact that the trip was supposed to be for him.

YN knew she needed to prioritize her education, she knew that Harry was her soulmate and she hoped they would get married soon but nothing in life was guaranteed.

She didn't work hard all of her life to get a good education just to be a trophy wife, she needed to be able to support herself if she had to be on her own.

Harry had also been on edge even more so than lately and YN knew this news wasn't going to make the situation any better.

The night unfortunately does not go any better after this.

Harry opens the door to her dorm room, his hair is damp from a locker room shower and his shirt is sticking to his skin from putting it on before he was completely dried off.

He had his practice duffel over his shoulder and an annoyed expression decorating his face, not the usual puppy dog excitement when he sees her after a long day.

"Why are you here?" Harry asks abruptly, voice rough from a long day of yelling - he doesn't drop his bag or make any effort to make himself comfortable.

YN looks at him, perplexed, why wouldn't she be in her own dorm room?

He sees the confusion on her face, huffing out like he's impatient he has to explain it to her, "I texted you like six times to meet me at the frat. I'm tired and don't want to sleep on your tiny bed. C'mon."

She didn't appreciate the attitude that was interwoven between his words.

She could understand and appreciate that he was stressed up but it didn't mean she had to put up with the backlash of it.

"I can't tonight, H. My computer died and I lost almost an entire essay that is due," YN explains, pushing back her chair from the desk so she can spin around and cross her arms to let him know that she meant business.

"Just come do it at the frat," Harry states, like it's the obvious solution, "I'm tired and I'm not tryin' to have a back and forth with you."

YN's eye bug at him in disbelief, scoffing as she says,"Then sleep by yourself tonight. It's too insane to concentrate over at the frat. I need to get this done."

"We need to talk about the trip," Harry replies, his tongue kissing the back of his teeth, "Figure out the details."

She takes a deep breath, it's not ideal to tell him right now when he's already crabby but she didn't want the guilt weighing on her for any longer than necessary.

"I'm not going to be able to go," YN's voice softened, tears prickling at the corner of her eyes as she looks down at her feet to avoid the hurt flashing across his face.

"What?" Harry drops his bag and strides over, he kneels in front of her, finger coming under her chin so he can make eye contact, "Darling, I've been a bit short lately. I'm just-"

She stops him with her finger brushing against his plush lips, "It has nothing to do with that. I just don't have enough time to finish all these finals if I go this weekend. I have to put school first."

Harry's eyes narrow, nearly into slits as he processes what she's telling him, pushing back to stand up, "I want you to come with me."

"I want to finish my college degree that I worked my ass off for," YN bites back, tears boiling over as anger sweeps through her body at his stubbornness.

"Why are you acting like you're going to actually need to work?" Harry asks in true bewilderment, "I'm estimated to be the highest paid player ever and this is what you're worried about?"

YN grinds her teeth because he is being so fucking obtuse right now, "I need my own livelihood, incase things dont work out. I'm not saying they won't but I need to be able to stand on my own."

"What the fuck are you even talkin' about?" He replies with more frustration than she's ever heard out of him off-field, "You know we're going to be together. I'll always support you, even if something happens."

YN throws her hands up in agitation, "I can't believe that you're being so dense. You care more about me attending this event than graduating from college. Do you even hear yourself?"

"Do you just not want to go?" Harry accuses as he stands back up and straightens his back - rigid and cold, "You should have been more responsible and had them done by now. Not acting surprised when they're due. You've known about Miami since last summer."

"I am so supportive of you, literally even second of the day. I don't appreciate your lack of understanding about this," YN tells him, trembling with a mixture of agitation and desperation for him to understand.

"Because I need you there with me!" Harry booms, louder than he's ever been with her, "I don't understand how you can't bloody see it! I literally planned three days of shit for us to do afterwards from massages to rooftop dinners and you're now refusing to go because a fucking essays you poorly prepared for."

A sense of guilt starts to sink into her stomach.

Even though she was angry at him for the way he's reacting to the news, she understands how much he must be hurting that she isn't going with him.

"Harry, your mom and Gemma are going. It's not like you'll be going alone," YN tries to remind him but his jaw is clenched and eyes fiery - past the point of conversation or reasoning.

"Right. Well fuck me for wanting the woman I want to spend my life by my side during the most improtant night of my life," He replies with a disgusting amount of sarcarsm laced through his words.

"You're being unreas-" She tries to argue but is cut off by his loud tone again.

"You know what. Have fun writing your essays. I'll see you when I get back from Miami," He cuts her off before slinging his duffel back over his shoulder and heading towards the door.

YN has tears streaming down her cheeks as she watches her boyfriend.

He glances back at her before leaving, reminding her, "I love you, more than anything but right now I am so fucking furious with you."

And then the door shuts louder than necessary.

YN finds herself wiping her cheeks with the sleeve of her sweatshirt constantly through the night as she trudges through the essays.

She half expects Harry to come back, apologize and just hold her for a bit, maybe even a text message but nothing comes and that's how she knows he's more angry with her than he's ever been.

Miami was only a day away and her heart shattered when she realized that Harry had no plans on seeing her that day before he left.

YN ends up drifting off to sleep with her head resting in her arms at her desk, only barely conscious at some point to move to her small bed.

Harry is always the first one to text in the morning because he's always up the earliest because of his beginning of day workouts.

When YN rouses from her sleep, disoriented and just feeling off, out of habit she grabs her phone to text her boyfriend - realizing that he hadn't sent her one.

A wave of nausea hit her at that moment, having her flee from her bed to the bathroom to empty her stomach into the toilet bowl.

She stays there for at least fifteen minutes, trying to breathe through the turning of her stomach.

It ebbs after awhile, allowing YN to jump in the shower and clean herself up, she just felt absolutely awful - emotionally and physically.

YN chalked it up to the stress, the fighting, the amount of work she still had sitting ahead of her at laptop.

Throughout the day, YN checks on Harry through their 'Find My Friends', he's busy from his location changing to the stadium, gym, across town at his manager's office, talking to scouts, and she knows he's not purposely ignoring her except for via phone.

YN found herself running to the bathroom once more around noon due to her stomach just churning but she figured that the stress of everything was really getting to her.

Quite a few mornings over the past week and half, she'd been waking up with an upset stomach because of all the pressure of the semester coming to an end.

Since then, she'd been cautiously sipping on a ginger ale and trying to get her nerves under control so that it didn't happen again.

She can't lie and say that she isn't constantly checking her phone to see if Harry has texted her or called - she would be shocked if he actually left for Florida without another word to her, that would be too out of character for him.

And she's right.

It's nearly nine at night, her bum hurts from being sat at her desk for the whole day and there's still so much more work to do.

There's a knock at her door, a bit harsh, and she knows exactly that it's her annoyed boyfriend.

YN gets up to unlock the door, she's relieved because she thinks that he's forgiven her and he finally understands why she can't go.

Instead when she swings open the door, Harry who looks dead on his feet doesn't make a move to come in - his shoulders are broad and tense, he looks unhappy.

"Hi," YN starts but doesn't get her full greeting out before being interrupted.

"Did you finish all your work?" Harry asks bluntly, raspy and sharp, "It shouldn't have taken you more than the day, right?"

"H," She replies softly, "I'm sorry, baby. I really really am. I just can't go. It’s not all going to be done by tonight.”

Harry swallows harshly, jaw flexing as he processes her words, "I can't believe you. You know how important this is to me, how important you are to me. Can't believe you're really fuckin' doing this to me."

YN has never seen Harry this upset with her.

Sure, she sees him rage and act like an absolute nightmare on the field but when it came to them - they'd really fought, sure they got annoyed with each other but not like this.

"Harry, you're acting like I am purposely not wanting to go!" YN exclaims with a tinge of fire, her tone raising just the slightest at the offense.

"You know what, have fun with your papers. I'm glad that all your stuff is so much more important than me," He bites back, his eyes are livid and his voice is louder than hers now.

"Yes, I am so sorry I think it's more important to graduate college than go to Flroida for a weekend," YN replies sarcastically, her hand squeezing the doorknob.

"You bloody know I'm going to be first round pick! You fuckin' know I'll be making so much money I won't ever have to worry. Neither will you because it will be your money too!" Harry huffs out, his anger rising as his neck starts to flush pink.

"It's not just about money, H. I'm not going to stand here and argue with you. You're being unreasonable," She shakes her head, truly though, she justs wants to give him a hug and tell him she's sorry for letting him down.

Harry just stares at her for a moment, deciding his next words before saying, "I'm being unreasonable? I think it's pretty fuckin' reasonable why I'm upset but you've made up your mind apparently. Have a great weekend."

The last sentence was coated in a fake happiness before he's pushing off the doorframe and turning on his heel.

YN slams the door to get across the point that she's not in the wrong and she's just as angry with him.

When she finally shuts her laptop screen, it's late and she has a headache - she misses her boyfriend because this is the longest they've went without talking and she just wanted to sleep in the same bed as him.

But they’re both stubborn, she isn't going to fold on this one because she knows she is making the right choice for herself.

YN can't believe she forgot to set an alarm because when she finally blinks her eyes open - the now familiar nauseous rolling through her, it's nearly noon.

Harry would already be in Miami, getting his tailored suit on, and nearly ready to head towards the stadium for the event with his mother and sister.

As for YN, she's hunched over the toilet before she can even move to open her laptop to start her next paper.

When the pains in her stomach subside, over dry heaving due to her not even eating anything yesterday - she opens the lid of her laptop to finish her final paper for Sports & Media Journalism.

She opens another tab on her browser to pull up ESPN live television to watch the coverage on the draft pick - she wasn't going to miss watching Harry just because she was cross with him.

When she finds what she's looking for, she hits her volume as an advertisement plays across the screen for leak-proof tampons.

Her stomach sinks clear into the floor of her dorm room because something clicks inside her head that she hasn't had hers yet this month and she has been nauseous most mornings.

There's no way.

Is there?

Actually, maybe.

Now that she thinks back to about two months ago.

YN had usually taken her birth control pills religiously- rarely ever missed one or forgot to set an alarm to take it.

However, it was spring break and they were staying at Anne's house for nearly a week and they were both admittedly lax.

Harry and her had been sleeping in until mid-morning, sometimes into the afternoon, and lazing around by the pool or cuddled up watching movies.

It was a rare time he got a break from baseball.

YN usually took her pill as soon as she got up in the morning but sleeping in with her warm, sleep-soft boyfriend who wrapped himself around her like a vine was much more tempting than an alarm clock.

She knew better but hadn't thought much of it when she took her pills later than normal that whole week, notably forgetting to take them one of the days they were there and not realizing until they got home.

It didn't seem like a big deal at the time.

And YN knows exactly which time may had got her pregnant - if she was.

YN meant to remind Harry to pull out, he normally didn't have to because she was so responsible with the pill.

She meant to let him know that he should because she hadn't been that week and she should probably get back on track before he does.

It was the night they got home from Anne's, in Harry's frat bedroom because despite how horny Harry had been that whole week - the house was entirely too small for them to have sneaky sex.

The walls were thin, Anne's room was right next to theirs, and the room Gemma was in was on the other side - blocking them in.

The bedroom door didn't have a lock and had a tendency to drift open if there was a draft in the house.

Harry pouted like a little boy the whole time, begging YN to sneak into the bathroom with him or "Please baby, just give me your mouth."

But Harry can't shut up when he's receiving any kind of pleasure and the last thing YN wanted to do was get caught by his mother or sister in the act.

And so, when they got home from Anne's, Harry had carried their suitcases up to his room in the frat, taking the stairs by two in his haste - it was on.

As soon as they both were in his bedroom, he slammed the door shut so hard that the wood was trembling against its post and the metal of the doorknob was shaking in protest.

Harry lifted YN up, making her squeak in surprise as he sat her on his dresser - his lips capturing hers and his tongue pushing into her mouth without the patience to ask permission.

His hands were everywhere, acting like he's fucking starving as he barely breaks their kiss to yank her shirt and bra off of her, none to gently.

"Missed this perfect fuckin' body," Harry growled under his breathe as he roughly cups her breasts to bring to his mouth where he begins to nip and suck on her hardening nipples.

"Shit, H. It's only been a week," She giggles breathily as she yanks at the roots of his hair - making him moan through the sharp pain - slicking up her chest with his tongue.

"Need you everyday though," He emphasized as he pulls back to admire the marks he was leaving all over the softness of her breasts, "S'never enough, got the best cunt I've ever had."

YN gives his curls one more tug, enough his head bends a bit as she posessively murmurs, "Only one you've ever had, you brat."

Harry looks up from her tits with a toothy smile and sugary soft eyes as he presses their lips back together, "Yeah, yeah it is. S'cause you're my person, right? Been waiting my whole life to give it you."

"Don't have to charm me, already got me. C'mon," YN rolls her eyes, bringing their lips back together as his fingers curl into the waistband of her yoga pants and begin to pull them down - kneeling as he goes, lips trailing down her belly until she’s moaning with satisfaction as he licks up her center.

YN remembers only realizing they shouldn't have done that after the fact, when they're already in the shower cleaning themselves up.

She had brushed it off because she thought the likelihood of something happening was so low - she is starting to think that she is poorly mistaken.

YN doesn't realize that she is physically trembling until she's jolted from her stupor by Harry's name being announced over the speakers of her laptop.

She had zoned out, missed his whole introduction because when she looks back at the computer screen, she sees her devastatingly handsome boyfriend shaking hands with a few men before being handed a New York Yankees jersey.

Holy shit.

As she watches him accept his new team, his life is changed, he is moving forward to be successful as expected - he’s smiling widely on the screen, eyes twinkling, and they cut to Gemma and Anne tearful with pride for him.

YN was struck with fear that she just ruined something for him, scratch that not just something, she’s just ruined everything for him.

They were so so young.

Just starting their lives as adults and they were only twenty!

She had a mixture of confusing emotions stirring in her belly but before she tried to delve into those, she knew she shouldn't get ahead of herself before she took a test.

In her haze, she leaves her phone at home when she heads out to go to the drugstore - she picks one further off campus in hopes of no one paying any mind to her.

However, as she tucks the boxes into the crook of her arm, she hears someone calling her name and she freezes in surprise.

Niall is jogging up to her, a smile wide on his face, "Thought you'd be in Florida. New York Yankees, huh?"

He takes in her deer-in-headlights expression before his eyes dart down to the boxes that boldy indicate what they are and his eyes dart back up quickly.

"Please," YN whispers, feeling tears pool up in her eyes, she really didn't want to cry but she felt like this couldn't get worse, "I'm going to tell him bu-"

Niall cuts her off, his face soft and concerned, hand coming to her shoulder, "Hey, no tears, yeah? M'not gonna tell. It's your business, not anyone elses. Do you need anything?"

YN smiles watery, she loved Niall, he was such a good friend to both of them but she shakes her head and he tags along without asking any questions when she goes to check out.

When she gets back to her room, the event is still up on her computer and there is a decent amount of picks that have gone through already.

YN can hear her phone vibrating on her desk, she runs over - all her missed call notifications popping up, signaling that Harry had tried to call her multiple times in the past hour.

"Hello?" She asks into the phone, if she was in her right mind - she would have already realized that she should have called him and congratulated him on his achievement but she’d forgotten her phone.

"You're that fuckin' cross with me that you're not even going to call and tell me congratulations?" Harry bites out angrily before adding, "Been sitting 'ere, waiting for my phone to ring and nothing. Not one fuckin' word from you."

YN's mouth gaped open for a second in surprise, his voice was raised and sharp, it had a rumble that was from deep in his chest.

"I meant to call but -" YN tried to gather her thoughts, her mind was going every which way right now as she stared at the bright pink and blue patterns on the boxes in front of her.

"But what? There's literally no bloody excuse for you not to call me!" Harry bites out, his mouth sounds much too close to the receiver and she can hear muffled noises in the background.

"I'm-“

"Whatever, I'm not going to sit on the phone and listen to excuses. I needed you here and you didn't come. I bet you didn't even watch it, did you?" Harry accuses angrily, a tremble in the strain to keep his voice at a low volume, like there were people around.

"I did watch it," YN replies but she knows that she sounds dull, unexcited, numb because she's more concerned that she's about to ruin the life he just began than arguing over a phone call.

"Don't sound so thrilled," Harry scoffs - calling her bluff but the hurt is laced through his words, "Whatever. I'm not going to sit here and beg you to be happy for me all because of a little fight. I can’t believe you.”

Then the line goes dead.

YN feels like she's going to throw up.

She snatches up the boxes, going into the bathroom, and is ripping every single white plastic test out of the packaging before laying them next to the sink in preparation.

She had chugged a massive amount of water that she had purchased at the drugstore on her way home - which could have also contributed to her upset stomach.

YN stares at them for a long moment, she doesn't think her heart has ever raced so fast in her life because this will change the course of not only her future but Harry's too.

She sits down, does what she needs to do then reapplies the caps and places them on the counter as she sets her timer for three minutes.

YN tries to keep her mind blank but it isn't working - she knows Harry wants kids, wants kids with her but she also feels like this might ruin his dreams - getting this dream job and then dealing with the weight of the responsibility of a baby he didn't plan for with the woman he would resent because of it.

The shrill timer has her jumping from the edge of her bed, legs feeling like absolute gelatin as they drag her to the tiny dorm bathroom.

She looks at herself in the mirror, trying to convince herself that they'll be negative but when she darts her eyes down - they're all blaring the same word to her.

Pregnant.

YN's breath caught as she picked them up and examined the one with just the lines further before she let herself exhale, steadying her breathing.

She instinctively puts a hand to where her baby is being homed, a new emotion that she's never felt in her life crashes over her like a tsnaumi.

It was a warm, honeyed mixture of love, fierce protectiveness, and awe of what she and Harry had unknowingly created with their love.

Harry.

YN doesn't know what to do.

She doesn't know how he's going to take it.

YN rushes to her phone, picking it up to ring him and it only rings two or three times before he's sending her to voicemail and ignoring it.

It doesn't deter her, she's calling once, twice, three times before he finally answers out of annoyance of her persistence.

"What could you possibly want from me right now?" Harry growls in frustration over the line, a tone she’s never head him use with her, "Humor me."

YN freezes in panic, this isn't how she wants to tell him when he's already so angry with her.

What if he was planning on breaking up with her?

"I-I'm sorry," YN chokes outs, she feels like she might hyperventilate with the stress coursing through her body, the calmness that was there a minute ago disappearing, "I-I'm sorry."

There's a short pause.

"Baby," Harry breathes out, the softness that she's used to seeping into his tone, "Are you okay? I-"

"I can't-" YN stammers, squeezing her eyes shut and swallowing harshly, "I...I can't do this right now."

YN makes a rash decision, she hangs up the phone and presses the side button until the screen fades to black.

Then she's setting it on her desk, ignoring the fact that Harry is most likely desperately trying to call her back.

She couldn't fight with him anymore right now, not when she was having to process that she was growing another human inside of her.

YN feels the exhaustion of the past week and a half of morning sickness, sleep deprivation from finals, and arguments with Harry hit her like a ton of bricks.

Her eyes close the second her head hits her pillow.

There's a loud banging at her door which startles her out of her slumber, her bones feel heavy and her head hurts from the day.

She can tell time has passed because when she fell asleep it was only mid afternoon and now it was completely pitched dark outside of her dorm - the streetlights glimmering dully.

YN drags her feet, assuming it was mostly likely one of the frat boys who Harry sent over to check on her.

She knows she looks like a hot mess, face swollen, puffy eyes, and a bun that had her hair sticking every which way out of it.

"What do you want?" YN groans to get the banging to stop, unlocking and flinging open the door without another thought.

To her utter surprise, it was none other than her boyfriend who looked absolutely livid but at the same time, relieved that she was safe and okay.

He was wearing a New York Yankees tee and his normal athletic shorts and Nikes, his hair still nicely gelled from his television appearance earlier in the day - a bit of sunburn on his nose.

"What the fuck is going on?" Harry rasps, looking her body up and down, "Turning off your phone like that. What on Earth are you thinking?”

YN just...starts crying.

She buries her head in her hands and lets the sobs wrack through her body, shaking her head because she just can’t fight with him right now.

"Baby, baby," Harry responds, alarmed as he pushes himself into the room with her and shuts the door behind them, "Okay, darling. It's okay. I promise I was just cross, baby. Please, breaks my heart to see you cry like this.”

YN allows Harry to tug her straight into his strong chest, wishing that his warm scent could ground her like it usually does but it doesn't.

"I need you to talk to me. I need to know what's going on. You haven't acted like yourself at all today, sweetheart. I know I could have handled my anger better and I'm sorry, my love," Harry murmurs into her hair, lips brushing against her as he keeps her secured to him, his hand slipping under her shirt to rub at the warm skin of her back.

"Don't apologize," YN manages to spit out, "It's me, I'm...I'm messing everything up for you."

Harry pulls back until they make eye contact, his brow furrowed in confusion, "You're the best fuckin' thing that's ever happened to me. You've never ever messed anything up for me."

"Don't say that, please," YN whispers, shaking her head, "I have to tell you something."

Harry's eyes widen and an almost heartbreaking expression takes over his previously rigid one, "Baby...you didn't cheat on me?"

"God, Harry," YN can't help but wetly chuckle, "When would I have time? You're literally trying to get it every other second."

His face smooths out, a boyish smile appears for a moment until he's serious again, "What happened? What did you do that you think could mess up my life?"

YN lets out a loud exhale before detangling herself from him, she goes into the bathroom to gather the tests into her fist and swallows hard before coming back out.

Without making eye contact, she shoves them into his palm and watches nervously as the crease between his brow appears as he brings them up to examine them.

It takes him a moment before his eyes meet YN's, he says, "Tell me once again, how you think you could possibly be messing up my life?"

"I'm pregnant," YN whispers as if he doesn't have the tests in his hands, "It's not..it's not what you planned. you just started your career."

Harry tosses the plastic tests on the desk, striding towards his girlfriend, and hugging her so tightly that it nearly hurts before his lips on hers.

"Sweetheart, you're gonna give me a baby?" Harry asks sweetly, his eyes watering and he chuckles as he wipes away the tears that start to spill over.

"I am," YN smiles softly, unsure as she thumbs at the apples of his cheeks where his grin is so wide his eyes are squinted, dimples popping.

"How...How could you think I wouldn't be anything but excited?" Harry murmurs as his large hands start rucking up her shirt to palm at her belly, "Never been a secret that I wanted this with you. Always want you more than anything, that includes baseball."

YN buries her face into his chest, lets him rock them back and forth as she feels little sobs shake his chest.

"I can't believe we're gonna have a baby," Harry sniffles happily, "Never thought I was gonna find the one, you know? Wanted my whole life for you, didn't think you existed. Then you just come into my life and give me everything I ever wanted."

"You just started your whole life," YN still feels her lips quiver while Harry pecks them over and over again, hands rubbing over every inch of her tummy as if he’s saying hello to the baby.

"You're right," Harry agrees with a soft smile, he's trying to hold back a sob, "Got onto my dream team, got my dream girl, and now we're gonna have a little family."

YN shutters out a choked noise, shaking her head in denial still, "It's..It's...We're going to hold you back."

The curve of his lips drops, into something more stormy, his hands firmer on her hips as he makes eye contact, "Stop it now, okay? I want this baby. I want you. All of it. Nothing, nothing is more important than this."

YN nods in better understanding, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing their lips together once more, "We're going to be parents."

Harry brings her as close as possible, she can feel his heartbeat thudding rapidly in his chest like after a long game.

She's confused when he pulls back, keeping her at arm's length before he's kneeling down, "I don't have a ring right now but I'm sure as hell making you my wife as soon as possible. Gonna be my wife and have my baby. I don't want this with anyone else, baby. I'm so god damn in love with you I'm stupid with it. Please darling, please marry me."

YN knows the shock on her face is visible, she must pause for a moment too long because Harry begins to speak again but YN is giggling and saying, "Of course, I'll marry you," before she's stepping forward and knocking him over with how much force she hugs him with.

It ends up with Harry splayed on his back on the carpet of her tiny dorm room, with her on top, kissing him and tugging at his shirt until she can pull it over his head.

"Gonna give it to your fiancé? Gonna show me what a good lil' wife you're gonna be?" Harry rumbles, the arousal already setting into his bravado as he moves to take off her top - squeaking when she bites his lip at his cooing tone.

It's not the wedding she thought she would have with Harry but that was okay - somehow what they ended up doing was way better than anything over the top or extravagant.

It's at City Hall, the witness being someone who happened to be in the courtroom that day - YN was dressed in a simple white dress, Harry in the same suit he wore to the draft pick.

By this point, her bump was just showing at nearly four months, so much had changed in that short time.

They both had graduated with their degrees, relocated to a small apartment in Manhattan, Harry was already in the first season of his new career.

It wasn't the luxurious lifestyle quite yet, they still had to budget their money and make sure they didn't eat out too much because Harry had yet to make any major money yet (oh, how that would change).

They knew their families would be upset they weren't invited to the wedding but it was something they just wanted to do for each other and the tiny baby growing in her stomach.

Harry sobs like an absolute baby when YN says "I do" and when it's made official Harry has both hands on the sides of her jaw and brings her in for a deep kiss before one palm moves to cradle her belly.

Harry was just starting his second season of the game, as soon as he had been drafted - he had been thrust onto the field.

It hadn't been a surprise when within a few weeks he was starting pitcher and on the hitting line-up.

YN traveled with him to nearly every game until it wasn't safe for her to fly anymore as she reached the end of her pregnancy.

The money had begun to appear in their bank account at an alarmingly fast rate, making Harry a multi-millionaire overnight.

They moved from the tiny one bedroom to a luxurious apartment in mere months because not only was he getting paid to play, the commision from his jersey and other memorabilia, then he signed multiple contracts with different brands like Nike and Smart Water for millions upon millions of dollars too.

YN had never seen Harry happier, they were both thriving, and they were loving the little life they created in New York City.

He couldn't be happier with his dream job, his wife, and his little baby on the way - however, he did struggle on the occasions where he was traveling for an extended period of time and was away from her.

"How are you feeling?" Harry murmurs, it's dimly lit in his hotel room - he's exhausted from a long game and the anxiety of being away from his wife.

"Bub is kicking up a storm," YN replies with her own smile, she moves the camera until it's on her belly - obvious against her taut skin when an elbow rolls into her side, "They miss you."

It was the wrong thing to say today.

Harry begins to sniffle on the other line, YN pulls the phone back to her where she can see Harry's eyes watering and he's rubbing his face against the sleeve of his shirt.

"I hate being away from you," Harry mumbles, rubbing his eyes before looking at the camera with a guilty expression, "I don't get it. All these guys have no problem going out and partying after every game and all I can do is miss you and the baby."

YN doesn't think anyone in the world would think The Harry Styles, newly twenty-one, millions of dollars at his disposal, and available girls at his fingertips wouldn't be partying after an impressive game - no instead he's in his hotel room tearful about how much he misses his wife.

YN decides empowerment would be the best course of action to make him feel better tonight, so that's what she does.

"H, you're being the best husband and daddy, you know?" YN reminds him, wishing she could cuddle him in this moment, "Providing for your family."

Harry seems to hear that, smiling a bit and nodding, "Anything for you two. I'd do whatever I had to, to provide for you."

YN has no qualms that she married the right man.

YN is about a week and a half away from her due date, her ankles swollen and the baby getting uncomfortably large in their home.

Harry had a photoshoot for a Nike advert in Manhattan today for a new line of running clothes that he was modeling for.

She had accompanied him, making herself as comfortable as possible on a sofa in the corner of the studio - sipping from a water bottle as she watched her husband.

He looked so fucking handsome is the thing, changing right there in front of everybody - showing off his rippled stomach, the sharp vee that leads into his shorts.

She couldn't lie and say it didn't do anything to her because the pregnancy hormones - well Harry hadn't been complaining with how often she was trying to get with him.

Harry had a late flight home, he fully expected YN to have been asleep by the time he dropped his duffel in the entryway of their flat.

However, when he trails into the living room, he's surprised by her sitting on their sofa, looking at him expectantly in just a tee of his and some soft-looking panties.

"Hi darling," Harry murmurs, his voice soft and low but she didn't look an ounce of tired as her eyes looked him up and down, "Not sleepy?"

"Mmm, was waiting up for you," YN agrees before casually tacking on, "So that you could fuck me."

Harry's eyebrows nearly shoot into his hairline, a warm zip of electricity making his cock twitch, "Baby, are you--"

"Don't," She complains brattily, heaving herself up and off the couch to trail over to him, wasting no time in getting his shirt off before he gets with the program and is taking over.

Harry groans loudly when his hand dips down into the front of her panties, "Fucking shit. This for me, sweet girl?"

"Please, m'so ready," YN huffs, not wanting any teasing like she usually does, "Harry, please. Stop messing around. Just want it.”

"Jesus, you're so fucking hot," Harry rumbles as he gently pushes her back onto the couch until she's laying down and he can crawl ontop of her, smiling more fondly when the large bump of her belly prohibts Harry from pressing himself against her like he wants.

“No, not like this,” YN complains after just a moment, pushing a confused Harry up until she can rearrange them until he’s sat up and she can lower herself down onto him to get deeper.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry gasps when she sinks all the way down, his mouth moving to lick at her sensitive and puffy nipples as she begins to lazily grind back and forth.

She isn’t rushed, completely lost in her own arousal as she moves her hips every which way to find where she can get the most friction on her clit and where he’ll be hitting her spot.

“No bloody wonder m’obsessed with you,” Harry remarks breathily when she begins to pick up the pace of her movements, eyes shut and head tilted back, pushing her chest further into his mouth as she mewls at her oncoming pleasure, “Never seen somethin’ better than this. All full of my baby, riding me like you own me. You do own me, baby.”

YN is taken out of her dirty daydream by a sharp pain to her side, it’s not like her usual jolts from when the bub kicks her too hard or throws an elbow.

Instead, she’s panicked when a gush of fluid seeps through her leggings and begins to drip down her legs - for a moment she thinks she wet herself until she realizes her water just fucking broke.

YN’s frozen for a moment, Harry’s currently giving the flashing cameras a dazzling smile in a mesh top and matching shorts.

The ache she felt moments ago resurfaces but feels more visceral this time, making her toes curl at the pain that radiates through her whole body.

She doesn’t feel like she can stand up, not without help, and there’s no one right near her but she doesn’t want to cause a scene by yelling for him.

After another contraction rocks her, it’s involuntary when she cradles her stomach and lets out a low moan of pain that has everyone turning their head to look.

Harry’s rushing from the white backdrop, over to the couch to knee down, when his hands come to rest on her thighs he notices the wet fabric underneath his fingertips.

“H,” YN whimpers, reaching to place her hands on his shoulders, “The baby’s co-coming,” She stutters over a contraction.

Harry goes into serious husband mode, “Okay, okay darling. We have to get you to the hospital. You’re doing perfect already. Let me help you up.”

YN gets to her feet, gripping her husband’s forearm hard when a cramp radiates through her stomach, and Harry just presses his lips to her clammy forehead until it passes.

“Alright, honey. I need you to push on three,” The doctor at the end of the bed instructs as the nurses flit around to prepare for the arrival of their child.

YN nods, holding Harry’s hand tightly as she pushes as hard as she can for five long seconds before slumping back down onto the bed and panting.

“Okay, we’re gonna give you a minute break then try again,” Dr. Dicer instructs before smiling reassuringly at the young couple.

“You’re doing so good,” Harry murmurs against her temple, pecking all over her sweaty face and rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, “You’re so so close. I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.”

“I just want our baby,” YN huffs between gasps of catching her breath, “Just want our baby, H.”

“Soon, soon we’re gonna have them, huh?” Harry smiles happily, his hands were shaking with nervousness and excitement all in one, “We’ll have our baby. Be a family.”

“Yeah, we wi- ohh,” YN cuts off in a groan, scrunching her face up and crying out, “I have to push. I can’t stop-“

“It’s okay, mom,” The doctor reassured her, settling back into position, “The baby’s ready to join us. Only a few more pushes than you’ll be parents.”

Harry’s eyes widen when he looks down to see brown wisps of hair as the baby begins to make its entrance into the world push by push.

“Darling,” Harry’s lower lip is wobbling as she bears down to give it all of her might and he nearly chokes on his own breath when in the next minute the doctor is holding a squirming, unhappy crying baby up.

“It’s a boy! Congratulations mom and dad,” Dr. Dicer announces before laying the baby boy on YN’s bare chest as he lets out little bouts of wails.

“Oh my god,” YN giggles between tears, her fingers coming to touch the baby’s strands of damp hair before tracing over his tiny facial features, “Harry, baby. Harry, look.”

“I’m looking,” Harry sniffles, his thumb coming to rub at the baby’s forehead before the nurses swoop in to perform all the necessary tests, “He’s perfect, he’s so fucking perfect. Look how good you did. Did such a good job at giving us our baby, mama.”

It’s the first time the nickname slips from his mouth but far from the last time.

After he’s cleaned up, giving a clean bill of health, and done with their assessments - the nurse asks Harry if he’d like to have skin-to-skin contact.

YN has to chuckle to herself, in her hazy mind as Harry takes off his shirt and the two nurses' eyes widen when they see what’s hiding underneath- checking out his chiseled chest down to where his happy trail leads into his shorts.

It’s forgotten when Harry sits in the chair next to the bed and brings his son to his chest, the baby’s cheek resting against his pec as Harry rubs down their back.

And he just loses it.

Harry’s full on sobbing as he hugs his son to him, tears running down his cheeks and chest shaking with emotion as he kisses the top of the baby’s head.

Harry had just had another failed date, defeated as he drags his feet back up to his room in the frat house to change out of his nice outfit.

There isn’t any reason he shouldn’t have feelings for the girl he was just out on a date with, she was pretty, smart, and they even went to the same yoga studio.

He thought it was going good, he even agreed to go back to her apartment with her but when they were watch some dumb romantic comedy and her hand went to rub at him through his pants - nothing happened.

Harry felt defeated as he made up some bullshit excuse that he was tired from all the work-outs and games, that’s the only reason he couldn’t get it up.

But in reality, it was because there wasn’t a connection with the girl and he didn’t feel like he could even create one with her.

This had been his reality for his full life, he’s ashamed to admit when he got home from that date - he laid in bed and cried because he didn’t think that he would ever find someone who he could be close to, let alone be in a relationship with.

Now he was sitting here with the love of his life and their baby - something he truly had believed may never happen for him.

YN brings him back to reality when she reaches over to stroke his cheek, concerned in her eyes at how much he’s crying.

“M’okay,” Harry laughs quietly, a bit embarrassed as he kisses the palm of his wife’s hand, “I just..I’ve never been happier than I am right now.”

YN smiles back at him, tired and loving, “I’ve never been happier either.”

“Just you, me, and Easton,” Harry murmurs adoringly as he kisses his son’s head, “I’ll never need anything else but you two. Only thing that matters to me.”

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