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beskarandblasters · 10 days

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Dancin’ With The Devil

Mothman!Joel x F!Reader x Jersey Devil!Tommy

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A sequel to Mothman Fever

Author’s note: Here it is!! A few days early!! Thank you to @pr0ximamidnight for beta reading and helping me come up with Tommy’s backstory. ❤️🦋

Summary: A year after you met Joel at the Mothman Festival in Point Pleasant, West Virginia, he decides to introduce you to his mysterious brother, Tommy.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: no outbreak, oral sex (M and F receiving), semi public sex, sex pollen, drinking, dub con, MFM threesome (Joel and Tommy don’t touch during it), monsterfucking, pet names (Luna like the moth lmao), very light angst, mentions of food, made up Mothman/Jersey Devil lore, no use of y/n

It’s your favorite time of year, late September, which means only one thing; the Mothman Festival. Last year’s festival was one for the books. Meeting Joel was most definitely the highlight of the trip. You’ve kept in contact with him here and there since then. It blows your mind that you’re texting and calling the Mothman. And ever since you’ve met you’re left with more questions than ever. Who knew Mothman was a charming man with a Southern accent that could shapeshift? You’ve researched on your own, never telling your friends what you found that one fateful night in the woods. They would never believe you. But your research has come up empty-handed every time. You assumed that Joel being the sweet talker he is has done this to countless other women over the years, hoping that you’d find some Reddit threads of women discussing their encounters with the strange man in Point Pleasant, Virginia. But it seems you’re the only one.

…Or they’ve all been too ashamed to tell their story, too scared of the flack they might catch. A man that shapeshifts into a giant human moth is definitely hard to believe. But if there’s one thing for certain, you’ll ask him all the burning questions you’ve been thinking about over the past year.

You’re driving to Point Pleasant again, excited for what this year’s festival has in store.

This time you’re alone. Janelle couldn’t get off from work and Tara has the flu. But this just means that you get more time with Joel.

You’ll be recreating last year’s festival down to a T. This afternoon you’re going to lunch with Joel at Village Pizza where you first met. The next night is set aside for the bar you and Joel went to for your first date. But the final night is the crown jewel– the Mothman stakeout at the McClintic Wildlife Area.

You drive to the hotel, the same one you stayed at last year, and internally cry at the price. Last year you split the rate between the three of you but now you’re eating the cost yourself. Whatever, it’s fine. It’s worth it if you’ll have an experience like last year.

Once you’re checked in and settled into your room you receive a text from Joel, right on time, as if he knew you were finally free.

Hey, Luna. 🦋

Hey, Joel.

You settled in your room yet?

Yeah!

Meet me at Village Pizza in 30?

Sounds good. See you soon :)

You change before you leave, opting for another funny t-shirt. This one says Mothman is real and he’s my girlfriend, hoping Joel will get a kick out of it.

You walk to Village Pizza and spot Joel sitting in a booth from the window outside. He smiles when he sees you but it melts into a frown when he sees your shirt. You head inside and slide inside the booth, beaming at him while his scowl never fades.

“What’s with the shirt?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“…Girlfriend?”

“What about it?”

“Shouldn’t it say boyfriend?”

“Are you using the B word, Joel?” you laugh.

He laughs too, never actually answering your question.

“Good to see you. You’re lookin’ good.”

“Likewise,” you smile. “Got any big plans tonight? Gonna bump into a bright light or something?”

“Funny,” he says, rolling his eyes. “But no. I thought we’d go out tonight.”

“Oh, okay.”

“No friends with you this time? I thought one of them was coming.”

“Tara was supposed to come but she came down with the flu.”

“That’s too bad… But at least I get you all to myself until…” he trails off, grabbing your hand on the table.

“Until what?”

“Have I mentioned my brother Tommy at all?”

“Yeah. You said he was in Jersey last year.”

“He won’t be joining us tonight but he’ll be here tomorrow. That alright with you?”

“Fine with me. I’m excited to meet him.”

“I figured you would be,” he says, squeezing your hand.

You’re just as curious about Tommy as you are Joel. Could he be a Mothman, too?

After a successful lunch at Village Pizza, you part ways for the rest of the afternoon, giving you time to rest after your drive until you go out tonight.

You take a nap, having the most vivid dreams about Mothman Joel and potentially Mothman Tommy until your alarm goes off and it’s time to get ready.

You opt for a t-shirt that says The only thing keeping me going is Mothman’s fat ass. Maybe he’ll like this one better.

At eight you get a text from Joel saying he’s in the lobby so you look over your appearance once more in the mirror before swiftly meeting him downstairs.

“Well don’t you look beautiful, Luna,” he says, pulling you in for a hug and a quick kiss on your neck. Excitement already brews between your legs just from the small gesture of affection.

“Thanks, Joel,” you smile, pulling away and looking at him. He’s wearing dark jeans and a flannel. And his curls are extra fluffy. God, he looks good.

“Same place as last time?” you ask.

“Mhm,” he says, leading you out of the hotel with a hand on the small of your back.

“Much better shirt this time,” he whispers in your ear as you walk side by side. You just giggle in response.

It’s starting to get a little busy on the streets but nothing crazy just yet. It’s only Friday evening and the festival won’t hit its peak until tomorrow night. The bar is relatively crowded inside but luckily there’s a small booth for the two of you in the back. They have the same drink special you got last year– the blood orange margarita with a gummy butterfly on top. It’s feeling like old times again.

Joel nurses a beer as you make small talk, nothing too wild or crazy. It’s Mothman weekend in the Mothman capital of the country. You can’t exactly ask him all your burning questions about Mothman lore just yet. But the drinks are loosening you up and you’re sitting closer to each other, cheeks burning with desire for one another.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks as if he read your mind.

“You know it!” you say, slamming the rest of your drink and grabbing your purse.

He grabs your hand and helps you up from the booth, making your way to the bar so he can pay the tab. Once that’s all set, he leads you outside, hand on the small of your back again. The street is busy now and you’re walking through crowds of people packed shoulder to shoulder. The hand on your back quickly turns into a snug arm around your waist to ensure you don’t get separated among the drunken festivalgoers.

He wakes you down the street, at least a few blocks, until he turns down a small secluded alley, bringing you all the way to… a truck?

“Why do you need a truck?”

“You think I just fly everywhere?”

“Well… No, I guess not.”

“I’ll blow my cover.”

“You’re right,” you sigh, admitting defeat. “It’s just kinda funny to picture Mothman driving a truck.”

“I don’t drive the truck in my moth form.”

“Are you able to just like… shift at will?” you ask. Now that you’re alone you’re taking the opportunity to get all your burning questions answered.

“Yes. But it wasn’t always that way,” he says, unlocking this truck.

You sit in the back together and while you know what’s going to happen next you’re not sitting on any dicks until you get your questions answered.

“So… how did you turn into Mothman?”

“I went on a hike one way and got lost… Ended up coming in contact with the wood spirits who cursed me for encroaching on their land.”

“Wood spirits??”

“Mhm.”

“Where?”

“Texas.”

“You never told me you were from Texas.”

“I don’t share a lot of information about myself normally.”

“How’d you end up here?”

“Back then I couldn’t control when I could shift and I didn’t want to give my family a bad reputation back in Austin.”

“So you’ve been alone this whole time?”

“I see Tommy from time to time.”

“What about other people from the festival? Have you… done this sort of thing before?”

“Like what I have with you?” he says, looking at you and placing a hand on your thigh.

“Yeah,” you say, looking away, almost as if you’re afraid of his answer.

“No. You’re the first one, Luna.”

“Really?” you say, meeting his eyes again. His pupils are blown wide, looking at you with all the love and admiration in the world. For a split second, you swear his eyes flash red.

“I mean it.”

He leans in closer, the hand on your moving closer to the hem of your skirt. That was enough questioning for now.

You take it upon yourself to straddle his lap. His large hands grab your thighs, fingertips sinking into your soft skin as he manhandles you. Your wetness is growing at an impossible rate. Something about Joel drives you crazy. Aside from your obvious attraction to him, it has to be the pheromones. He sinks his teeth in your neck as you rock your rips back and forth. The wetness runs down your thighs and pools on his bulge. You purposely skipped out on panties for this occasion.

“So wet for me, Luna. I can feel it,” he says, kissing up your neck and along your jawline.

His mouth ghosts yours, warm breath tickling your face. You smell his fruity aroma like you did in the forest all those months ago. You haven’t even seen him in his Mothman form yet. And here he is, driving you wild with his pheromones.

“Joel…” you whine. “I need you.”

“Beg for me.”

“I can’t wait any longer,” you say, needily rutting your hips into him.

“No?” he teases.

“No,” you whimper.

He reaches in between your thighs, hastily undoing the fly of his jeans and pulling out his cock. You lean back and look down– eight inches, thick, and uncut with pre-cum leaking from the tip. He strokes himself, spreading the wetness he’s built up down his shaft, looking at you with a devilish grin.

“You want it?”

“More than anything.”

“Come and get it.”

You pull up your skirt and inch forward, wet cunt hovering over his rock-hard cock before sinking down onto him. Your warmth envelops every inch, walls expanding to accommodate his girth.

“Good girl,” he praises, hands squeezing your waist.

You rest your hands on his shoulders, knees supporting you on the old leather seats of his truck. You bounce and ride in the backseat, condensation forming on the windows.

“You take my cock so good. Look at you, puttin’ on a show for me,” he says, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look directly into his eyes. You swear they flash red again. You’re too far gone, too cock drunk to form coherent sentences, looking at him with your falling into a soft O. Beads of sweat dot your forehead as you’re sent into a state of pure euphoria. It’s almost too much.

Until it isn’t.

Your orgasm rips through you, core muscles convulsing erratically. He feels and grips your chin harder, showering you with praise.

“Good fuckin’ girl. That’s right. Soak my cock.”

“Fuck, Joel. It’s so good,” you moan, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

“Mmm my cock makes you feel so good, doesn’t it, Luna?”

“It does, Joel– Ah!” you start to say. But you’re cut off with a moan as Joel jerks his hips up into you. And then he finally spills his load into you, letting out a string of grunts and curse words.

Your hips slow to a stop and you rest against him, your head on his shoulder. He softly rubs your back and whispers words of praise in your ear.

“You’re incredible, you know that?”

“Yeah?” you ask, sleepiness dripping from your voice.

“Mhm. And tomorrow night’s going to be so special.”

“Why’s that?”

“It will be. Just trust me.”

“Okay,” you whisper, letting yourself succumb to sleep.

The next morning you wake up in your bed alone, not remembering how you got there. You rub your eyes and roll over to find your phone, squinting at the bright screen. Joel texted you a few hours ago.

Text me when you’re awake.

You glance at the time and see that you slept through the morning and most of the afternoon. It’s three o’clock. Yikes.

But it’s not like last night wasn’t worth it.

Good morning? But I guess it’s really the afternoon now haha

How’d you sleep?

Like a baby!

That’s good to hear. Can you call me?

You sit upright and dial his number, putting the phone to your ear and hearing his gruff voice over the line.

“Hey, Luna.”

“Hi, Joel.”

“I wanted to talk about the plans for tonight.”

“Okay. Is Tommy in town yet?”

“Mhm.”

“Cool! Where should we go?”

“Well, I was thinkin’... You know how you met me in the woods last year?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you say we do the same tonight?”

“But the stakeout is tomorrow night.”

“I know… It’ll be fine. Trust me.”

“I-”

“You know you’re safe with me, right?”

“I know, Joel.”

“Head to the McClintic Wildlife Area at nine, okay?”

“Okay, Joel. See you then. Bye.”

You flop down on the bed and think about what shirt you’ll wear tonight.

…And about what you’re going to do for your extremely late breakfast.

After doom scrolling for a bit you shower and get dressed, opting for a shirt that says Mothman is real. We made out. He is a gentle and caring lover for tonight’s momentous occasion.

You hit the town and kill time at The Coffee Grinder and some local museums, anxiously anticipating what tonight will bring.

You creep through the forest, having flashbacks to what happened in these woods last year. That same citrusy, fruity aroma permeates the area again and gold dust hangs in the air. Joel must be near.

Your phone buzzes.

Come closer.

You walk further, your steps so gentle and quiet, careful not to startle other wildlife around you. And then you see it– the familiar red eyes. The scent grows stronger and so does the beat of your heart. Towering above you again is Joel, in his Mothman form of course. You’re not afraid. Instead, you’re happy he’s here in this state without the worry of being watched.

And yet, you sense another presence behind you. Joel looks past you and whatever’s there. You turn and look, not sure what you think should be there.

You couldn’t have expected what was before your eyes.

A creature, just as tall as Mothman. Gargantuan black wings spread out– hooves instead of feet. And a long tail forked at the tip.

You want to scream. And yet, when you open your mouth nothing comes out. You’re paralyzed with fear. But Joel doesn’t seem to mind whatever this is.

Is this some sort of sick joke? Did he lure you into a false sense of security and now after a year something terrible is going to happen?

“Alright, Tommy. Shift back. You’re scarin’ her.”

A silver mist permeates the area. It’s an earthy pine scent. You blink and it starts to dissipate, most of the remnants of it are left on your exposed skin. And before you is a man, bearing a resemblance to Joel.

“...Tommy?”

You turn your head and see that Joel’s still in his Mothman form. Your gaze bounces back and forth between the two of them until it finally lands on Tommy again. He’s smirking, a smile that matches Joel’s.

“What… are you?” you ask.

“You ever heard of the Jersey Devil, baby?” Tommy says,

“That’s what you meant when you said he was in Jersey?”

You turn your head and look at Joel again. When he speaks his mouth doesn’t move, almost like he’s talking to you telepathically.

“Mhm. Left a little clue for ya.”

Joel finally shifts back into his human form. Small remnants of the gold dust still hang in the air, along with the fruity scent. You know what’s going to happen next. It’s as if a fog washes over you and controls your free will, wiping other thoughts from your mind. Your most primal urges are unlocked.

You knew Joel’s Mothman form had this effect on you but Tommy’s you had no idea about. Hell, you were assuming he was another Mothman this whole time, not some other cryptid. And yet his pheromones are having the same effect on you as Joel’s. And the feeling is more intense, burning from the inside out.

“Joel, I feel different.”

“S’Okay, Luna. We’ll take real good care of ya. I promise.”

“Okay,” you say with a shaky breath.

Joel comes closer to you and grabs your hand. Tommy follows you from behind. You tread deeper into the forest, feeling your skin grow hotter as you walk. You try to make small talk to take your mind off of the feeling.

“So Tommy, how did you become…”

“The Jersey Devil?”

“Yeah.”

“Some guy in a bar bet me that I wouldn’t walk into the woods so I had to prove em’ wrong.”

“That’s it?”

“And then I crossed paths with the wood spirits.”

“Those pesky wood spirits,” you joke.

“Why did you leave Austin?”

“Same reason as Joel. Save my family the embarrassment back when I couldn’t control it.”

“And you chose New Jersey of all places?”

“What’s wrong with New Jersey?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly. “You just… couldn’t pay me to live in New Jersey.”

“Ouch,” Joel chimes in. “She’s got a point, though.”

“Listen, there was a severe lack of cryptid presence in that area.”

You all share a laugh before Joel brings you to a small clearing in the forest. The grass is soft beneath you and the nighttime air cools you off, but only just a little. You know what you need to do to get rid of this fever.

You immediately start by shedding your clothes. The urge is incessant. Both brothers smirk as you shed your t-shirt and jeans. But you only start to feel a shred of relief when Joel puts his hands on you, caressing your breasts and whispering in your ear.

“We’re gonna take such good care of ya,” he says, kissing your neck. “Just lie down for me, okay?”

You nod and lie down on the forest floor. A shiver runs down your spine as they tower over you.

“So… who first?”

“I’ll let Tommy here have the honor of tasting you, Luna.”

You spread your legs as Tommy takes off his shirt. His arms are toned, glistening in a mixture of sweat and the silver mist from earlier. He hovers over your face for a second, smirking down at you. You catch a whiff of him and grow even hornier– that pine scent, whatever it is, does something to you, something you can’t explain.

He lowers himself in between your thighs, warm breath tickling your thighs as he chuckles at how wet you are. He licks one long, slow stripe up your cunt, making you shudder. Joel crouches down beside you, hand trailing up your side and caressing the outline of your breast. He looks down at you with wide eyes and the same thing happens again– you swear they flicker red for a second.

Tommy’s arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you flush against his face. His mouth latches on your clit, drawing a deep moan from you.

“He’s making you feel so good, isn’t he, Luna?” Joel asks with a smirk.

“Mhm,” you whine, biting your lip.

“Well, tell him!”

You look down at Tommy and shudder before saying, “Fuck, that feels good.”

Tommy looks up at you from in between your thighs, mouth never leaving your clit. He hums in acknowledgment, sending a vibration through your core. You curse under your breath and close your eyes. But Joel grabs your chin and says, “Eyes on me, Luna.”

You open your eyes just as he takes your nipple between his fingers, playing with it while Tommy brings you closer to the edge. His tongue swirls around your clit, flicking it expertly until the floodgates burst and you cum hard.

Your moans fill the surrounding area, music under the pale moonlight. Both men watch as you writhe under their touch. Your back arches off the forest floor as your cunt clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled already.

Tommy lazily laps up your release, tongue swirling around your entrance until your body finally relaxes on the grass. But the fever hasn’t dissipated yet. The night is far from over.

Tommy stands and switches positions with Joel. It’s like an unspoken agreement between the two men. While Tommy’s allowed to play with your body, he knows that you belong to Joel and so does your pussy.

Joel pulls off his shirt. His veins bulge from his pumped-up biceps and like Tommy, his skin is glistening, too. Your mouth falls open as his large hands grab your hips, pulling you into the bulge growing in his pants.

“You ready for me, Luna?”

“I can’t wait any longer, Joel.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he chuckles. “But be a good girl and take care of Tommy too, okay?”

You look to your right and see Tommy kneeling beside you. He takes the clothes strewn about around you and places them under your head, pulling his cock out of his jeans. Pre-cum leaks from the tip as he strokes himself, his other hand caressing your cheek.

Joel gathers your wetness on his hand and spreads it on his cock, holding your hips as he thrusts into you in one clean motion. You gulp and open your mouth for Tommy, trying to take as much of his cock as you can. Joel’s cock hits all the perfect angles inside you, your second orgasm becoming imminent. Your body takes the force of Joel’s thrusts as Tommy fucks your mouth, his thumb brushes against your skin while he holds your head.

“Good fuckin’ girl. Takin’ two cocks at once,” Joel remarks.

You hum in response, tears welling up in your eyes from the intense feeling. With one last slam of Joel’s hips, you cum around his cock. The muscles in your core contract erratically, sending you into a state of pure bliss. Tommy ruts his hips into your mouth, spilling his cum down your throat. You feel the fever finally start to subside as both men release their spend inside you. Tommy pulls out of your mouth and leans back, putting his cock back in his jeans. You look at Joel who’s still inside you, holding onto your hips tightly. His eyes are closed, his jaw slack. He looks completely blissed out himself. It isn’t until his cock goes soft inside you that he pulls out.

“How’d you find this one?” Tommy asks, putting his shirt back on.

“She found me,” Joel says.

“I’m glad I did,” you sigh.

Once you’ve all come down from your respective highs, you sit up as Tommy grabs your clothes and hands them to you. He unfurls your shirt, looking at the wording with a smirk on his face.

“Mothman is real. We made out. He is a gentle and caring lover?” he laughs.

“Shut up!” Joel says.

“Oh don’t get so defensive, Joel! You know it’s true!”

The two men help you get dressed and help you off your feet. You walk back to your car together before parting ways for the night.

“Gonna go fly around or something?” you say to Joel.

“Something like that,” he responds, kissing you one last time before disappearing back into the forest with Tommy. You drive back to the hotel in silence, still in shock from what just happened. But as you park, your phone buzzes. It’s a text from Joel.

New annual tradition?

You’re certainly not objecting.

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Where the Wild Things Are - Chapter 8

Chapter Seven: Because of You

Plot: Wild men or monstrous infected creatures, the world is wild and ravaged by Cordecyps but some are raised in it and flourish becoming a wild thing.

Word Count: 5.4K

Pairing: Joel Miller x Platonic!Teen!Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: canon-typical fighting/violence, injuries, harsh language, joel actually cares :0, just fucking sad shit tw: trauma from abusive mother, description of child abuse

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I cannot cry because I know that's weakness in your eyes. I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh every day of my life. My heart can't possibly break when it wasn't even whole to start with.

Joel and Tommy returned soon after you passed on the question. They expected some resistance or some smart comment but you accepted the meal with a noise of thanks and eyed the medicine Joel provided but took it regardless.

Ellie was quickly berated by both Miller brothers to understand what the sudden calm behavior came from and clearly, the young girl had something to do with it. “I just talked to her?” That was her response and it was the truth. A single conversation with the young girl that didn’t involve scolding or harassment about being seen as ‘normal’ in Jackson was what occurred. Ellie worked at your pace not pushing you to reveal everything and treated you like a human being, not some wild animal that the people of Jackson think you are.

Whatever you took knocked you out leaving you sleeping throughout the rest of the day only to awaken nearing sunset with a healthy meal Ellie had gotten from the mess hall by Joel’s orders but she did sneak some desserts in for you to eat. The environment and relationship that was changing from your near-death experience started to become more noticeable. You still kept to yourself, your bedroom and the stables your sanctuary from all that was outside, you hardly talked to Joel this instinct that keeps you at a distance from the man, Tommy it was more of him talking to you but you would add your two cents in and were so rigid when he would appear at the stables at random times to check in on you or to bring you something to eat.

The only person you would really ‘close’ to was Ellie. You started eating some meals with Ellie just the two of you and she would fill the silence by talking about whatever was on her mind with you speaking at times, she would hang around the stables and help with the horses when she wasn’t at school or hanging with Dina and Jesse. She took you to some places she would go with her friends and there was one interaction where you met Dina and Jesse that didn’t involve you beating someone up or trying to kill them when you first met them. It was awkward with you standing slightly behind Ellie just staring at the two teens as they tried making conversation with you either responding with grunts and nods or not even saying anything. But when Ellie would speak to you a few short sentences would come out but directed to her.

Despite being close to the younger girl and interacting with her friends you kept that boundary with the Millers and yourself. No matter how many times Tommy would invite you over for a ‘family’ dinner you refused.

“I’m not in your family.” And that’s how it would end, no amount of begging or offering of your favorite meals would convince you. Why would you have dinner with people who claimed it was for a family when you had no relation to them?

The cold was only getting more colder entering the final month of the year before spring would soon come. Making sure all the horses had extra hay for this chill in the air especially the two colts that are Dakota’s. Once they were situated you went out to do some last-minute things only to be interrupted by the appearance of Ellie petting one of the horses Shimmer.

“What are you doing here?” Your tone may have sounded cold and threatening to others but the young girl knew otherwise.

“Just wanted to see if you’re done here. I need help moving something from Tommy’s to the house.” She says rocking on her feet it looks like she just got out of school her pack still strapped to her back.

“Why can’t you get Dina or Jesse?” You question grabbing feed from some of the older horses petting Red in passing, “Because the two of them have this dinner date thing—blegh.” She says rolling her eyes and making a gagging noise.

“I thought they broke up?” You were very confused by the two’s on-and-off relationship, “Yeah they are doing this date to see if they want to get back together. Come on let’s go I need your help and everyone else is busy.”

Adding the remaining food in the large trough outside all of the older horses' section you move back inside grabbing your coat and throwing it on. “Fine.” Ellie pumps a fist up in the air with glee as you take your time signing out in the log and writing some notes on items needed. Ellie rocks on the heels of her feet,

“Come on let’s goooo.” She groans and you follow the girl out of the stables trying to take the quickest route to Rancher Street. Normally you would take backstreets walking through the few wooded areas only to walk through the main streets when completely abandoned. The awkwardness from the lingering stares from people as you follow the younger girl like a shadow keeping close by but distant enough that people seemed to move away when the two of you came near. It didn’t bother you, you weren’t looking for companionship or kindness from these people you didn’t know them and they didn’t need to know you.

The family street appears as the two of you pass by the house you reside in towards the other house containing the younger Miller brother and his wife and child. Ellie bounds up the porch steps letting herself in holding the door open for you to follow. You hear the door close behind you and the sound of voices further into the house but you can’t make it out.

“Tommy we’re here!” Ellie calls out and Tommy responds with an ‘Over here!’ and the two of you enter more into the house. You should have noticed something was off with Ellie’s almost nervous but excited energy. When the two of you turned the corner and saw the dining room you stopped in your tracks. The table was set for dinner food was already prepared Tommy held his son on his hip bouncing the slightly fussy baby, Joel sat on one side of the table already nursing a glass of whiskey, while Maria entered with what you assume was the final piece of the dinner.

“Great you guys are here come sit food is still hot.” Tommy gestures as he places his son into the chair designed for the baby before taking his seat at the head of the table. Maria moves to sit beside her child the baby separating the couple. Ellie already throws off her pack and coat taking a seat beside Tommy leaving an empty seat between Ellie and Joel. You still haven’t moved staring at the display.

“Come on kid, food’s gonna get cold,” Tommy calls out to you and your eyes slowly move from the table to the man. He carries an almost hopeful smile on his face as the others stare at you waiting for you to join in their family meal.

“What the fuck is this.” Void of emotion and sharp edge to your words. You were cornered the air was thin and a pit in your stomach made your insides churn.

“Hey, language,” Joel calls out in a warning tone, especially before the young child. Your gaze snaps away from Joel to Ellie who looks anxious about the growing tension, “You said we were just picking something up from here.” Your throat felt tight and a tingling sensation fills your fingers flexing them trying to gain feeling.

A sheepish look covers the young girl, “You wouldn’t have said yes if I asked. You never said yes before. So I thought this would be the best way to get you to come…” Her plan which everyone else seemed to be involved in had backfired horribly.

“I’m not hungry.” Your response is short already rejecting all of this: this idea, the meal, the people, everything. You didn’t want this. “You haven’t eaten since lunch and that was hours ago.” Tommy brings up having been the one to bring lunch for you just a simple sandwich not filling enough to miss dinner.

“I’m not eating that.” You shake your head sending a glare to the meal before you. Though the smell and appearance of it once made your mouth water and crave it you only felt ill looking at it.

“We can get you something I’m sure we can mix something up real quick. It would be good to all sit together and talk about how our day has been anything just a nice family dinner.” Tommy tries to convince you but it was that one word that made you want to hurl.

“I’m not part of your fucking family.” You hiss taking a step back, “I don’t want this or you or anyone.” You wanted to bolt you wanted to be back in that cabin maybe you should have pressured them more to put you out of your misery back then or maybe not fought as hard against those raiders.

“Why can’t you just accept our help or the fact we care about you?! Sure the world is fucked up but you don’t need to hate the small amount of good that is left,” Ellie stands taking a step towards and a frustrated look crosses her face. “If some shit happened to you just talk to us but don’t fucking act like your the only one suffering. You don’t want a chance to be a part of a family that cares for you again be my fucking guest.” It was like a punch in your gut and if there was any food in your system it would have left your stomach. Your gaze snaps to the three adults each of them with ranges of pity.

Fucking pity.

They saw you as someone weak.

Some broken little thing that needed fixing.

Your gaze pauses briefly with Maria’s, the understanding of how hard those words affected you. She knew the truth she knew why you were cold-hearted your life focused on yourself and everyone else was your enemy. The look of a mother who wished to comfort a child. Why hadn’t you ever received that look? What made you so different that she could never give you that look? It made you fucking sick.

A metallic taste floods your mouth from how hard you are biting your cheek. The weight on your chest felt unbearable just having them stare at you. You don’t even think you could respond unless it was to throw up. It was hot and uncomfortable in that room and it only seemed to rise in temperature. Your vision just seems to tunnel black creeping in from the side.

Fuck you can’t breathe.

You probably could have ripped the door from the hinges from how hard you swung the door open. A loud crash as the door slams against the wall but you don’t even care. Numb feet trip down the steps the coldness of the air heightens as you rush away. The people inside that house their voices fall on deaf ears. You couldn’t hear anything. Blindly letting your body guide you somewhere finding the familiar clearing that was introduced to you by Ellie. Where you sat awkwardly to the side just observing the trio of friends laugh and tell jokes. They tried to include you but you just shook your head listening in as you picked the dirt under your nails. Your chest screamed for air that it desperately needed. The blood spills freely from your mouth staining the snow a crisp crimson. You hold onto a tree with one hand hunched over gasping for air surprised you haven’t buckled over.

Why didn’t she care about you?

Why didn’t she love you? She could have at least pretended for your sake.

And why didn’t he stay? Did he care that little that he didn’t want to try?

Was she right? Just a bastard child to a bastard father.

“Kid?” Your eyes darted spotting the couple standing a few feet away from you. Maria holds her son in her arms the baby is sound asleep wrapped up. Tommy takes a step forward and you react taking a stumbling step back swiping your mouth ridding the blood that paints your lips and a bit of your chin. “You’re alright..” Tommy stops holding his hands out like he’s talking down some rabid animal.

“Tommy,” Maria calls out to her husband who glances back as the woman moves forward, “Go tell the other I got her…give us some time to talk. Girl on girl.” She says before looking over at you who watches the interaction with cautious eyes. Tommy hesitates just for a moment before taking his son and leaving the clearing until it’s just the two of you. Maria heads swiping some snow off the log that substitutes as a bench taking a sit before patting one end. You don’t move keeping your distance.

“You don’t have to might be nice just to sit and talk.” She says warmly, not an ounce of disgust or even remotely upset with your actions in her home. You shuffle forward but sit on the snowy floor a good foot or two separating you. “Ellie is sorry for what she said, though I’m sure she’d feel even worse if she knew how hard those words hit you huh.” She speaks not expecting you to respond. Finding more interest in the snow your gloved hand tracing shapes in the snow.

“Is it the fact that you don’t want to have dinner with us or you’ve never been given the opportunity to have a normal meal with people?” Maria saw the way your gaze snapped to her before darting back to the snow avoidant of the adult’s gaze.

You’re not even sure you’ve had a decent meal in your entire life. Even being here in Jackson you’ve eaten the bare minimum to survive. Why would you indulge yourself in the luxuries of a homecooked meal or even fresh food? You didn’t deserve it, a stranger in this place. No reason for them to feed you well enough until they can throw you make in that cell or perhaps turn you over to the raiders.

“It’s not fair.” You mumble and Maria looks down at you not rushing you to speak, “You live this great life, a perfect little family in this perfect town. Nothing is wrong with you.”

“Not everything is perfect. We’ve all lost something…some more than others. I hav—had a son, Kevin,” Maria falters slightly and you can hear the sudden sadness lace her voice as you look up at her, “He was only three on Outbreak Day. Tommy has lost people he’s cared for, same with Joel and Ellie. It takes time to come to peace and some just never get over it.” Maria says a sense of peace despite the fact of losing a child.

“It still hurts but the pain gets easier but it never leaves. Some days are better than others. I can only be grateful for the life I have now and knowing my little boy is in a better place.” Her voice gets all choked up and she swipes away a stray tear from he misty eyes.

“I’m sure he knows he is loved.” You say softly and she nods looking down as a few tears fall but she takes a moment to compose herself.

“I’m sure in another world both my sons would have known each other. I’m sure in another world your mother would have loved you the way you deserved to be loved.” She says and you’re not sure how to react.

You’re not sure you could ever imagine a world where she loved you. To hold you in her arms like you were fragile glass. To read to you stories about far-off lands of heroes fighting to save the day. To soothe your tears and heal your cuts and scrapes you gained for having too much fun not from getting beaten and burned by those around you. To care about your interests and the things you enjoy. To be funny and make you laugh so hard you cry. To hold your hand when you are scared and protect you from the nightmares and fears that couldn’t hurt you. To make you a homemade meal to sit at a table and talk about your day and just be together. Maybe you would have a day in that picture. He’d come home from whatever job existed before the Outbreak Day, complain about the long day but happy to come home to his daughter and wife.

“I don’t think she’d ever love me no matter what world we lived in.” You wonder what kind of person you’d be in a different life but you believe that some people truly can’t change. Maybe this apocalypse truly brought out the real side that people had hidden in a normal society. “I’d rather have her lie to me. To at least act like she wanted to read me stories, to hold me on the cold nights instead of sleeping by a barely working radiator, to have my father be in my life and not just a string of drug addicts and horrible men, to tend to my wounds from bullies instead of learning how to stitch my first cut at nine, to just sit with me and a goddamn table and talk to me! To treat me like her kid...her fucking daughter instead of some bastard child!” Your throat grew more tight and your vision more blurry. It was anger a hatred towards her. You were jealous of all of those people who had good parents. A father in their life. A mother who loved them. You got neither. You wanted that. You craved it.

“I just wanted a mom.” You gritted out a burning in your eyes until you felt something run down your cheeks. Raising your hand see wetness appear on your gloves before turning your attention to Maria who looks at you sadness covering her eyes. Harshly rubbing your eyes to rid the tears and scowl though not a very good one. “Doesn’t matter it’s stupid anyway.”

“It’s not.” Maria defends against your statement, “You deserved someone to care for you and she failed you. Not you. You deserved that life you wanted and she failed to give that to you. She failed at being a mother. You didn’t fail as a daughter.” She says and it’s quiet between the two of you. A mother who wished she could’ve given the world to her first child but was given the chance to try again and a daughter who gave all she could’ve to a woman who was meant to be a mother and given nothing in return. Maria stands up holding a hand out for you. It’s a moment before you accept her hand though it’s not the action of helping you stand but telling you something deeper.

A mother caring for a child that isn’t even hers.

The walk back to Rancher Street has a new energy and a different feeling. You can’t describe how things changed between yourself and Maria but it did. As the familiar view of the house you occupy with Joel and Ellie comes into view a guiding hand rests on your shoulder and you’re brought away to the house that is Maria and Tommy’s. “Why are we going over here?” You ask confused maybe Joel and Ellie were waiting in their house. But they would have been waiting in their home for you to return.

“Just trust me.” She says and while a part of you, the part that screamed at you to run and hide. To reject this adult’s trust, you didn’t know her, she could hurt you, you don’t know her intentions. But you still followed after her until you reached inside the house that remained empty no sound of Joel or Ellie. Coming around the corner is Tommy and their son held in his arms. “You’re back.”

“Can you go sit at the dining table for a moment?” Maria asks and you nod trailing over to the dinner table to food still set and waiting for someone to eat it. You could hear some muffled voices a whole room separating you from deciphering the words between the couple. The couple returns with the male holding Liam as he places the baby in the highchair. The child babbles at his father before Tommy pulls away heading off to the kitchen with Maria. The baby seems in their own world before he makes eye contact with you and you feel locked in its gaze. A staring contest between a teenager and an infant. Pinned under the child’s innocent gaze unable to react. You weren’t sure what to do. He seems to see something you don’t do before giggles fill the room as it laughs at you. Maria and Tommy return the couple smile softly at the sight.

Your gaze snaps to Maria and Tommy, “I don’t know why it’s laughing at me.” The worried expression only causes the child’s laughter and babbling to increase.

“Well, Liam seems to like you so I don’t think you need to worry about him giggling at you,” Maria says before serving generous portions of food onto a large plate and covering it to keep the food all warm. She gives the plate to Tommy who collects his son and the two head back out and you watch them leave. “Where are they going?” You question as Maria grabs a new plate and starts filling it with a spread of the food placing it at one seat and grabbing a new plate she looks up at you.

“What would you like?” She asks and you look at the food, then the plate, then at her a look of confusion. “What?”

“What would you like to eat? There is chicken, a mix of vegetables, and mashed potatoes with some gravy we also have some leftover cookies but those can be for dessert.” She explains pointing at the different options before you. It hit you hard in the chest what she was doing for you. “You don’t have to stay, I can serve you and you can stay here and I’ll eat somewhere else or you can sit somewhere else in the house if you feel more comfortable.” She reassures you willing to work at your level. To just sit at a table and talk.

“You can choose.” You say fidgeting with the gloves on your hands feeling hot from the layered clothes. She does a spread of the options giving you the option to try everything with portions you would never serve yourself. It was too much food that you didn’t deserve. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen this much food just for you in your life. Maria settles down going to get started on her meal when she looks at you sitting across from her staring at the meal unsure where to start or if you even could. Maria stands up grabbing her plate, “Come on.” She grabs your plate and drink follows after her as the two of you leave the dining room finding yourself in the family room. Maria places her food on the small table in front of the couch gesturing for you to follow.

“You can sit on the floor or the couch whatever you prefer.” She says before moving toward the television to set something up. You sit on the ground your plate of food resting on the table at your chest your legs crossed under the small table. “You can start eating if you’d like. Don’t wait up for me.” She says over her shoulder and the hunger you’ve been holding back has you digging into the meal. Rich flavors and the weight of the fresh warm meal a great feeling in your body. A pleasant sound fills the room as light shines from the tv. Maria sits on the couch her plate resting on her lap as she starts to eat as the film begins on the screen.

“This is one of my favorites.” She says and the film plays and you’re sucked into the story reading the title of the film with wide curious eyes.

“The Lion King? How can a lion be a king?” You say looking back at the older woman, “Just watch the movie.” She says and you return your attention to what’s on screen.

You ended up moving up onto the couch around the midpoint, the food filling you up, and when Maria said that you were allowed to have more servings you declined so full from that. You weren’t sure how you got so invested in the film, feeling a deep sadness and shock when Mufasa died. To be invested in the characters Timon and Pumba a crack of a smile listening to their jokes. By the time the credits came it wasn’t shocking from the full meal, the film, and just the exhaustion from the day's events you drifted asleep your cheek pressed against the arm of the couch your arms acting as a pillow.

Maria got to work quietly cleaning taking your plates to the kitchen and started to pack up the remaining food leaving leftovers for them but having some to give to Joel and Ellie. With the leftovers in hand, she glances at you still asleep on the couch the dim glow of the TV shines on your features before she quietly exits her home to fetch her husband and child.

Joel wasn’t sure what to say or do when you returned. Given Ellie’s outburst that quietly turned to guilt once you fled his brother’s home, they went out looking for you. Looking back at their home, then the stables all the while comforting the young girl who was filled with guilt for the harsh words she had spat. When Ellie suggested a location the young introduced the older one to they ran into Tommy with Liam who reassured them that Maria had you and they were talking things out and to return to their home.

Joel wasn’t expecting Tommy and his nephew to appear at his door with what looked like the meal they were meant to eat. Still, he questioned where you were but Tommy reassured him that Maria was providing her dinner and it would be better to make it a gradual approach involving you in these things. He could understand that, you kept to yourself eating meals alone in your room or at the stables when someone would bring you something, you came and went with little to no warning. Sometimes late a night he had to really strain his already bad hearing for the front door to quietly creak open and even quieter footsteps travel around the first floor before retreating to your room. So the four of them ate the meal Maria prepared in Joel’s dining room. Ellie hoped to apologize to you but for the time being, was able to distract herself with Tommy’s son. Now that it was truly dark and a meal would be over when another knock came at the door and it was Maria with leftovers he couldn’t help but feel slightly frustrated.

“She fell asleep after dinner. Tuckered out from the day.” Maria says while trading the leftovers to Ellie for her son. Joel nods his fingers holding the loops of his belt, “Well myself or Ellie will come over in the morning to collect her.” When he said that he saw the look Tommy and Maria gave each other clearly he was out of the loop with something.

“What is it?” A hint of concern in his tone. “Joel..” Tommy starts not sure the best words as Maria takes Tommy’s hand giving it a reassuring squeeze, “We’d think it might be better if the kid stays with us.”

Joel wasn’t sure how to take that news. Did you ask to stay with them given the events of today? Was it something he did before? “I’m sorry what?” The words didn’t seem to register.

“We just think it might be good for her to be in a more family-oriented environment,” Tommy says and Joel sends him a questioning look, “The hell does family-oriented mean?”

“Joel come on, she stays practically locked up in her room and if not she’s at the stables until she has no choice but to come back. Ellie talks and tries to spend time with her but seriously Joel do you know one thing about her? You both are busy anyways with Ellie in school and you with your patrols she’s left with nothing to do.” Tommy says and Joel feels like this is an attack on his skill of taking care of a child. His hand rests on the broken watch around his wrist. He raises Sarah all by himself with the help of Tommy but it is just him and his babygirl. Then there was Ellie he would say he is raising her well for an ambitious spitfire of a kid. Tommy’s words hurt him and the image he had of being a good parental figure but it shined a light. He saw Ellie as his daughter his kid to protect and care for but in the beginning, you were some brat shoved in his hands as his responsibility now but he couldn’t explain this need to watch over you. Though he did it while keeping a 15-foot pole separating you both.

“You said you couldn’t do it cause of Liam why the sudden change?” Joel wanted to find an excuse just the tiniest one so he could claim he was the better fit but he had no clue why he wished this. The old him would be rejoicing and letting them take you off his hands.

“That’s because we didn’t know her. All of us needed to learn to trust her and we do. She’ll be around at least one of us when with Liam and this might be the first step and getting her out of her shell,” Maria says “She’s been through a lot Joel and she’s only now wants to talk about it. She needs normalcy in her life. I don’t mean this in a wrong way but you and Ellie still live and act like you’re out there fighting to survive.” Now that riled up the older Miller. Sure he kept to himself spoke when only necessary to do his job then returned home to do it all over again but things were different now. Ellie and him had things that they never had out there and being here was their fresh start from everything that has happened to them.

“Tommy.” Joel looked at his brother hoping he would try to defuse the situation and maybe reconsider but he didn’t. “Did you even ask her? Do you really know her well enough to know what’s best for her?” He sounded spiteful a bite to his words.

“Stop it,” Tommy’s voice curt to his brother and his wife, “We just came here to tell you she’s going to be staying with us. Not fight over who knows her better. If she wishes to return to stay with you she’s more than welcome to.” It’s quiet between the three adults before Liam begins fusing and it’s too late for the baby to be out.

“Look you’re welcome to see her. We’re not keeping her away from you Joel but if you really think she’s better off with you. Put some goddamn effort in getting to know her instead of treating her like some stranger.” Tommy says before delivering his brother a pat on his shoulder that was meant to be comforting but only felt like a mockery. The family retreats back to their home as Joel closes the door a weight in his stomach as he stares at the woodgrain on the door.

“Joel?” Ellie’s voice makes him turn from where he stands to find Ellie standing in the living room. He was sure she heard their conversation but didn’t but in. “Is she not staying with us anymore?” Sadness laced her features and it only added more guilty weight to his gut. This wasn’t something he could give some hopeful response that things would be better but he truly didn’t know. You’re decision would be up to you and it may be his fault for not putting in an effort.

“I don’t know kiddo…I don’t know.”

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What if a teen reader ACCIDENTALLY came out to the TF2 mercenaries? "came out" meaning generally queer in sexuality. the teen would be worried and anxious afterward because they don't want the mercs to hate them for it. (this is based on myself as a girl-loving girl but it can be written for any gender)

you ask, you finally receive. Might start cutting requests down. idk, I feel like writing for some reason. Who knows how long that's gonna last, though.

also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN, just be aware that i might not get it out for a long, long time because motivation works weirdly😇

Mercs with a queer reader (PART 1)

Scout, Engineer, Medic

Warnings : fear of being rejected, swearing, a couple of hcs, medic is his own warning

Being queer is hard. And being able to not tell anyone (if you're like me and wanna live comfortably) is hard too.

The way they find out is if you got really cosy with them, and I'm talking being invited to Engie's barbecues, Spy letting you smoke one of his fancy ass cigars, and Scout tossing balls to you and acting like an older brother towards you kind of cosy.

So, one day, you accidentally let it slip during a conversation at dinner, having gotten way too comfortable.

Everyone except Medic and Spy was there, choosing to skip to do "work" instead. Your words quieted the whole damn room.

Whatever you did next is up to you. Whether you took it on proudly and kept eating or walked off to your bedroom to cry, up to you.

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Scout

Scout's unfamiliar with queer people. He didn't know any, and he wasn't taught anything about them.

He is especially unfamiliar with queer men. If you are a queer man, he'd be asking you all the time when he first finds out:

"How don't you find her hot? Or her? Do you find 'dat asshole, Spy hot? Is 'dat how dis works???"

Not with the intention of being slightly offensive, though. Just curious because he kind of struggles to wrap his head around the fact you're queer.

He always had a feeling that you weren't straight as a line, though. He hung around you a lot, even if you were annoyed by him, because he kind of wanted to finally be an older brother because he's always been the youngest.

So this is all a learning experience for him.

He'd definitely stay quiet for a little while, scaring you, before he randomly approaches you the next day.

"So... you like, what... in ta' ladies/dudes?"

(If you like girls, he'd definitely be the guy to say, "Holy shit, me too!" As a way to bond)

"Yeah."

"That's cool... that's cool... wanna talk about it more, or do you wanna go play ball?"

"Play ball."

"Let's go play ball, 'den."

Nothing changes about your relationship. Although he does occasionally ask if someone is your type or not, wanting to learn more about you. But in the end, as long as you still wanna hang around with him, he'll be chill.

Engineer

Unlike Scout, he is educated in queer people. He knows a couple, and he thinks they're pretty cool. Medic is also out to him because he's definitely gay (and trans because I like it that way)

Absolutely nothing changes with Engineer. He doesn't treat you any different or ask you any questions, just continues as normal, but encourages you to talk to him about things because he's definitely experienced it himself.

"You know, you could'a told me that earlier. I wouldn't have judged ya'. I've roamed around that area myself a little too."

"YOU WHAT?!?"

He just likes to get out there and try random shit. He looks like a boring guy, but he's way deeper than the southern merc on the surface.

Just talk to him :(

Medic

He wasn't there when you accidentally came out. He was finishing up an experiment on some organs.

When someone does tell him about it, though, he can't care less because he's queer too.

He also transed his gender. It's not my problem, it's yours now.

Definitely did his own top surgery ngl. Madman. Also discovered how to extract testosterone from sources and synthetically make it. Officially, a pioneer in trans healthcare. Hit him up if you want sum.

He treats you normally because he really doesn't give a fuck. He basically comes out to you as well, though:

"So you don't care."

"Nope."

"Why...?"

"What do you think Heavy and I do while we are working together... and the rest of you are eating?"

"..."

"Wait a minute... wait a... oh."

"Ja."

"HOW ARE STILL ALIVE?! 😭"

Definitely in love with his unofficial soul mate, the Heavy weapons guy.

I'm gonna do parts to this, actually. I'll make a part 2 and a part 3 another day that is even more random. I just need a break cause this is just a little bit lengthy. Ty got reading and sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted 💀. I focused it a lot on the mercs instead of readers' anxiety.

Also, if you don't agree with my medic hcs, lol, fair enough 🥺

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You’ll Be In My Heart - James Potter

A/N: ahhhhh I can’t believe I was able to complete this! I loved this request so much and I love writing for Jamie so much! so I hope you loves like it!

Request - 🧊anon asked: I have a dialogue request! I LOVE older, overprotective twin brother James. I feel like he and his sister would have a very affectionate sibling relationship. So for a hurt/comfort with James where a guy is making her very uncomfortable by hitting on her when James wasn’t there, so when James finds out he comforts her and calms her down then goes to kill the guy after she’s asleep (Not *actually* kill him but it’s overprotective older brother James so who knows.) Thank you, God bless ❤️

Warnings: this is a JamesxSister!Reader fic, protective!Jamie (FTW), sexual harassment and unwanted advances; please let me know if I missed anything else.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D

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You’ll Be In My Heart

Come stop your crying, it will be alright Just take my hand... hold it tight I will protect you from all around you I will be here, don't you cry

“Well, well, if it isn’t my lucky day” you heard a very unpleasant voice coming down the hall of the Library and walking towards you. “Miss Potter” Lucius Malfoy stood next to you with a sickening smirk, ogling you up and down.

“Malfoy” you said unenthusiastically as you went back to grab the books you needed.

“Oh, allow me, dollface” he said, grabbing the books from you.

“I’ve got it” you said, taking the books back and walking away from him. “And I have asked you many times to not call me that” you told him as you found the last table at the Library. The one you loved working on so nobody would bother you. But apparently, it did not work this time. You sat down, and much to your dismay so did he. “Is there anything that I can do for you, or-?”

“You know” he said, dragging his chair closer to you, making you roll your eyes.

Usually by now, either your brother or at least one of his friends would have made their way over to you, making him leave. But, the Library wasn’t usually where you would find James… or Sirius… or Peter. Maybe Remus, but apparently he was elsewhere today. Not that you had come to the Library hoping to find him or anything. The thing is, you had noticed Lucius always just… happened to appear whenever James wasn’t around you. Which was actually quite rare since you were basically inseparable. But for those few moments, like when you came to the Library or when James was at Quidditch practice, there he was ready to use whatever stupid pick-up line with you again.

“I couldn’t help but notice all of your Potions books” Lucius continued, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I happen to be remarkable at Potions” he scoffed, grabbing one of your books. “I’m a part of the Slug Club which is very exclusive” he smirked.

“Oh, I know. You told me when you invited me to his party this year” you smiled. “And I told you I was also part of it” you told him, erasing the smirk off his face. “So I honestly doubt I need your help for this-”

“Might as well” he continued, brushing your hand with his finger and you quickly remove it. “I’m a lot better at Charms” he smiled at you.

“Really? Is that something your mum tells you?” you said, starting to gather your books together since you were obviously not going to be able to work in peace. “Or Narcissa, perhaps? Since I believe you’re marrying her after Hogwarts-”

“Oh, you shouldn’t worry about that, dollface” he said, bringing his chair even closer to yours.

“Don’t call me-”

“That’s nothing but a little arrangement” he said, as you kept putting your books inside your bag. “Besides” he said, making you stop when you suddenly felt his hand on your knee. “What Narcissa doesn’t know, won’t hurt her” he said as his hand started stroking its way to your thigh.

“What do you think you’re-?” you snapped, bringing one of your hands to push him off and your other hand to remove his but he grabbed your wrist with his other hand.

“Come on, Potter” he said, leaning closer to you. “Stop acting so stuck-up. I see the way you are always flirting with every guy in this school, especially those stupid friends of your brother. Wearing those tiny skirts” he said. “You need to stop pretending as if this is something you don’t want-”

“I’m not pretending! Get off me!” you said, trying to break free from his firm grip.

“Oh, dollface” he chuckled, tightening the grip on your thigh, painfully. “Just one night with me and I’ll have you begging me for more-”

When he leaned in for what was probably a kiss, you were able to grab one of your books with your free hand, thankfully a big one, and hit him on the head with it, making him let go of you. But, as he did, he pushed you, and you fell to the floor.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you snapped, pushing yourself backwards, away from him. Lucius got up and looked down at you, with a furious expression on his face that made your entire body shake in fear.

“How dare you, you useless, fucking-?” when you saw him take out his wand, you finally snapped out of it, pointing yours at him and making him fly across the room.

Seeing him crash against a bookshelf and some of the books fall on top of him gave you the final strength you needed to grab your things and run out of the Library as fast as you could. You kept looking back to make sure that he wasn’t behind you, making you bump into a couple of students but you quickly kept going, apologizing to them, and making your way to the Gryffindor Tower. You thought you would finally feel safe once you went through the portrait and it closed behind you since he couldn’t be here but you could still feel his hands on your body and you felt sick to your stomach. You searched around the Common Room for your brother but you couldn’t find him.

“(Y/N)?” you heard Lily’s voice, not so far from you, and saw that she was with Dorcas and Alice. You felt your heart beating faster and you started running again, but not to your dorm.

“(Y/N)?” you heard Remus’ voice when you entered the boys’ dorm. Peter sat up and Remus got up, to get closer to you.

“W-where’s James?” you asked, looking at both of them with tears already forming in your eyes.

“He’s out with Padfoot” Remus explained, walking closer to you. “Are you okay-?”

“No, don’t come near me!” you said, backing away from him and hugging your books and bag in front of your chest.

The two boys in the room looked at each other confused. You were shaking and crying, you looked terrified, and usually, when you were upset, you wouldn’t mind a hug from either of them if James wasn’t there. They knew something was horribly wrong. You could feel their eyes on you, which was nothing unusual since they would always try to help whenever you weren’t feeling well. But right now, you didn’t feel that. All you could think was how your skirt was too short. Wondering if they also thought you flirted with boys too much. Asking yourself if they thought that whenever you were affectionate towards them was because you wanted something more out of it. So the way they were looking at you made you feel like they were just staring at your body as if they could do what Lucius just did if they wanted.

“(Y/N)-”

“Please don't touch me!” you said, walking away until you hit the door with your back. “I just n-need James” you cried.

“Alright” Remus said, stepping further from you to not upset you more. “Peter can go get him, okay?” he said, grabbing the map from his bed and giving it to Peter.

Before you could say anything else, you felt something in the pit of your stomach and you quickly dropped your things and ran over to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You couldn't be near them. You knew Remus and Peter since you were eleven years old. They were James' best friends and they had always been sweet to you but right now, you didn't want them to look at you.

“Go get Prongs” Remus told Peter and he nodded walking out of the room. Remus went over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. “(Y/N)?”

“Don’t come in!” you yelled, after washing your face, making Remus even more worried.

“I won’t” he assured you, sitting on the floor. “Peter is getting your brother, okay?”

“O-okay” you said, with more tears falling down your cheeks. “Thank you” you said, softly.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No” you said, crying harder as you leaned against the door and sat on the floor.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked, feeling completely useless.

You hated this feeling. Remus was one of the best people you had ever met and he was trying to do whatever he could to help. But right now you were terrified and ashamed.

“A-actually” you said, looking down at your thigh where you could see a bruise forming where Lucius’ hand had been. “Could you please get me one of Jamie's sweaters?” you asked in a small voice. “A-and some pants?”

“Yeah, sure” Remus said, getting up and walking over to James’ trunk. A few moments later you heard him knock on the door again. “I’m gonna leave them on the floor okay? I won’t come in” he told you.

You slowly kneeled to reach for the doorknob and opened the door just enough to see a pair of James’ pants and one of the sweaters your mum had made for both of you. Identical. You quickly grabbed them and closed the door again.

“Thank you, Remus” you said, quietly, making the tiniest smile appear on Remus’ face.

“You’re welcome” he told you as the dorm door burst open with James barging in, Peter and Sirius behind him.

“Where is she?” he asked Remus.

“She’s in the bathroom” Remus said, getting out of the way as James walked over. “She doesn’t want to-”

“Bug?” he said, knocking softly. An entirely different behavior that Remus was expecting if he was being honest. He could see the anger on James’ face. But most likely, Peter had told him that you were crying, which is why his tone was so soft towards you. “Could you open the door, please?”

“C-could they leave?” you said, feeling bad about asking.

You knew Sirius, Peter, and Remus were worried about you as well. The three of them loved you as much as they loved James and they had always made you feel part of their group. But you knew that James would do anything you asked. James felt his stomach drop. Whenever you were upset about something and you came over looking for him, you never seemed to mind for the rest of the guys to stay. So he knew that whatever happened had to be worse than he thought.

“Uh, could you guys-?” he asked, looking at them.

“Yeah, why don’t we uh- go get some food or something” Sirius said, nodding to the other two guys and walking out of the room with Peter.

“Um… if you need anything-”

“I know, Moons” James smiled slightly before Remus nodded with a small smile too, and then he left. “They’re gone, bug” he told you before he grabbed his wand and pointed it at his side of the room. “Would you come out, please?”

“Okay” you said.

You slowly moved closer to the door and opened it, walking out of the bathroom. James was sitting down on his bed which he made into a fort just like the ones the two of you always did when you were kids. And still did occasionally like whenever there was a thunderstorm outside, or whenever either one of you was upset about something.

“Hi, bug” he smiled at you. You felt tears in your eyes again and you ran over to your brother. James quickly wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry on his shoulder. “What’s going on?”

“N-nothing” you sobbed.

“Bug” he said, pulling away and making you look at him. “You and I don’t lie to each other. We lie to other people, but never each other” he reminded you. “Now, what happened?”

“You have to promise you won’t make a big deal out of it” you said, wiping away your tears.

“There is absolutely no way that I will make that promise. You are going to tell me who made you cry and I am not asking you again” he told you.

“I’m sorry I asked you to get Remus, Sirius, and Peter out-”

“Stop changing the subject” he said as you looked away.

“It’s related to it, James!” you snapped a little.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Do you think…? Um-” you started playing with the sleeve of James’ sweater you were wearing. You had no idea where to begin. “I was at the Library” you said, feeling tears forming in your eyes again. “And… Lucius M-Malfoy was there” you said, with your voice breaking. James felt his blood boiling instantly.

“Wait a minute, Malfoy?” he asked, making you look at him. “Did he do anything to you?”

“W-well, he started saying stupid things, like he usually does. But then, he wouldn’t leave and he-” you cried holding your hurt wrist with your hand. Not only had he grabbed it forcefully, but when you fell off the chair, you landed on it. It hurt deeply and James noticed.

“He… touched you?” he asked, feeling a new level of anger.

“He grabbed me when I tried to remove his hand from-” you stopped. “M-my leg- I tried to push him off, Jamie but he didn’t s-stop a-and-”

“HE WHAT?!” James snapped, pulling away from you. “Wait, did you say ‘usually’? Has he bothered you before?”

“It’s nothing” you insisted. “He just… says stupid things and tries to get me to go out with him” you informed him.

“Isn’t he with Narcissa or something?”

“He is! He’s a different level of asshole!”

“How long has this been going on? Why didn’t you tell me before?!”

“He had never done something like this before. He had only said stupid-”

“That doesn’t matter, bug” James said, feeling bad that he hadn’t noticed.

“I’m sorry” you said, crying.

“No, bug, that’s not what I meant” he said, feeling worse for making you cry and hugging you to him again. “Is that why you didn’t want the guys to be here?”

“I know they’re not like Lucius” you told him. “He just said that I was always flirting with them a-and wearing short skirts so I should stop pretending that I didn’t want the attention” you explained. “I know it's not true, b-but when I came to your dorm a-and you weren’t here I c-couldn’t- I just-” you said, starting to cry again. “I’m sorry” you said between sobs.

“No, listen to me” he said, in a serious tone. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. Lucius Malfoy is a fucking prick and an excuse of a man who thinks it’s your fault that he thinks he can do whatever the fuck he wants” he snapped. “You know that this isn’t over, right? You need to tell someone-”

“He didn’t do anything, Jamie” you said.

“But you just said-”

“No, James” you interrupted him. “He didn’t do anything” you repeated. “I hit him with my book and I jinxed him and I got out of there before anything else could h-” you choked and took a deep breath. “It’s my word against his” you said, sadly. “And he is Lucius Malfoy” you said in a mocking voice.

“I don’t give a fuck if he’s a Malfoy! Nobody touches my little sister-”

“I’m thirteen minutes younger than you-”

“And gets away with it!” he said, ignoring your interruption.

“Jamie” you said, softly, making him look at you.

You knew he was blaming himself. You knew he felt helpless. Thirteen minutes or not, James was still your older brother and he had always lived up to that title. From the moment you were kids, he always protected you from everything that was bad. He was the one that scared the monsters away from your closet. He was the one who built the forts when there was a thunderstorm outside. He was the one who taught you how to fly, he helped you with spells that you struggled with, and he did anything he could to prevent you from hurting yourself because you were a walking, clumsy hazard. And now, he couldn’t protect you when Lucius fucking Malfoy basically assaulted you.

“He hurt you, bug” he said, with his voice breaking a little.

“I’m gonna be okay” you assured him. “I just… needed my big brother” you said, hugging him again and he instantly wrapped his arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer.

“I thought it was only thirteen minutes” he mocked you, making you laugh just a little. He was about to pull away but you quickly pulled him closer, not ready to let go and James kissed your forehead. “I’m here bug” he said, drawing circles in your back. It was something the two of you did sometimes to calm the other down. You would draw different shapes and the other one would guess what it was. The two of you always did it as kids on your backs or arms and it became kind of your little secret twin language. Your mother hated it. But right now, it made you feel ten times better already. ��I won’t ever let anyone hurt you again, okay?”

“I know” you said, knowing he meant it. “You know this is not your fault, right?”

Before James could respond, the two of you heard a knock on the door. James looked at you, knowing who it was, but he wasn’t sure if you were ready to see them yet. You smiled at him nodding.

“Come in” James said before the door opened and you saw Sirius poking his head inside.

“Hey Prongs” he said before looking at you. “Bambi” he smiled sweetly at you. “Um, we have some stuff for you, would you like us to leave it here-?”

“You can come in, Sirius” you said, still holding on to James’ arm and moving closer to him.

“I’m here” he said, kissing your head.

Sirius walked into the room with a bag in his hands, followed by Peter who had a basket in his and Remus had another bag with him along with your pillow.

“We… thought you might be hungry so, we brought all your favorites” Peter smiled, placing the basket in front of James’ bed.

“You brought treacle tart?” James asked, excitedly.

“No, mate. We brought Bambi’s favorites. She's the one who's upset” he said, making you smile a little. "Are you upset, Prongs?"

"I am now since you didn't bring any treacle tart!" James said offended, making you laugh a little.

“Thanks, Pete” you said, politely.

“And we know you’re most likely staying here, so we got some of your things and your pillow” Remus said, bringing the bag towards you and placing it on the bed.

“Thank you, Rem” you smiled. “What’s in that bag?” you asked Sirius.

“Oh, uh- that’s… not for you, love” he said, putting it on his bed.

“Oh, so you didn’t bring me anything?” you asked, pouting and pretending to be offended. “I thought I was your favorite Potter, Sirius” you told him, relieved to feel normal again with them around unlike moments before.

“Of course, you’re my favorite Potter, Bambi. Who do you think told Wormtail what food to bring and Moony to remember your precious…” he said, opening the bag Remus had brought you. “Personalized stuffed Marauders” he said, bringing out the little black dog he got you for last Christmas and tossing it at you. “I know Padfoot’s your favorite though” he said, winking at you.

“Thanks, Siri” you smiled, hugging the dog.

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You woke up later that night and saw James’ lamp was on and so was another one. It had taken James almost an hour to get you to sleep while he drew different shapes on your back but he finally succeeded. You were a little confused to not find him anywhere and you slowly sat up, looking at the only other person there with you, across the room.

“Hey” Remus said softly, placing his book down.

“Hi” you said, pulling your knees to your chest and smiling slightly at him. “How long have they been gone?”

“W-what are you talking about?” he chuckled, sitting up.

“Well, I see that the Map is no longer on James’ nightstand” you started. “I believe that whatever was in that bag Sirius brought is so he, James, and Pete could do… whatever they’re planning on doing to Lucius Malfoy. And I’m pretty sure you volunteered to stay behind so I wouldn’t wake up alone” you told him.

“Do you and James actually have some sort of twin connection?”

“Yes, I have told you many times” you chuckled, making him laugh a little.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone turning serious again.

“I guess” you said, grabbing your stuffed Marauders and arranging them. “Did Jamie tell you what happened?”

“No” Remus assured you. “He doesn’t need to tell us anything, and neither do you if you don’t want to. But trust me, we all want to kill Malfoy” he told you. “And… I’m here for whatever you need, okay?”

“Thanks” you smiled. “You actually helped a lot even if I was being kind of a-”

“You were not being anything, love” he insisted. “I’m just glad I could help” he said. “And for the record, Sirius did not need to remind me to bring your little Marauders. He only asked if I remember Padfoot because he insists is your favorite” he said, making you chuckle.

“Actually… Moony’s my favorite” you said, holding the little wolf closer to you and playing with its ear. Remus was a bit glad that you couldn’t see him blush. “But don’t tell Jamie” you smiled.

“I promise. Your secret’s safe with me” he smiled. Before either one of you could say anything else, the door opened revealing the rest of the Marauders, trying to be quiet but that was something they always failed to do.

“Hey bug, what are you doing up?” James asked, walking closer to you. As he walked closer, you could see his hair was even crazier than ever, he had what looked like soot all over his hands and face, as did Peter and Sirius too. And…

“Is that blood?” you asked, worriedly.

“Well… yes, but it’s not mine” he assured you.

“James, what the bloody hell did you three do?”

“First of all, nobody died-” he said.

“What the fuck kind of answer is that?”

“Relax, Bambi, we didn’t do anything that Malfoy didn’t deserve” Sirius said, winking at you. “He messed with our girl, so we messed with him” he shrugged.

“Also, if anybody asks if you know anything about the explosion noises coming from the Dungeons at midnight, you don’t know anything about it” Peter added.

“I wish I didn’t know anything about it” you said, glaring at James. “Jamie! You said you weren’t going to do anything-”

“I know, I lied” he said as if it was nothing. “There was absolutely no way that we were going to sit around and do nothing” he told you.

You sighed, knowing they were right and you should know better by now that James wasn’t going to just let this go. “Did you at least cover your tracks?”

“Of course we did, bug” James said, messing your hair a little.

“Come on, Bambi, who do you think you’re talking to? Give us some credit!” Sirius laughed as he, Remus, and Peter grabbed the basket with the leftover sweets from before.

“You know you didn’t have to do this, right?” you told James.

“You’re joking, right?” he said. “I would have killed him if Moony had let me” he told you, making you chuckle a little. “He kept going on about how I would end up in Azkaban and then you would kill me for leaving you alone-”

“He has a point” you smiled. “So, what did you do?”

“Oh bug, you should have seen it” he said, excitedly. “The fireworks Padfoot got were just flawless. But the best part was when they were so distracted, that I managed to make Lucius’ entire hair fall off his head” he laughed.

“You didn’t!” you gasped, excitedly.

“I did” he smirk proudly. “I think he got the message and he will not bothering you again. But, just in case, you know that either I, Padfoot, Moony, or Wormtail will walk you to class now, right?”

“Jamie” you smiled warmly. “You bolded Lucius Malfoy for me?”

“I’d do anything for you, bug” he said, hugging you towards him and kissing your head repeatedly, making you laugh.

“Okay, enough!” you said, pushing him off. “But thank you” you said, sweetly. “I love you, Jamie” you said, messing his hair.

“I love you too, bug” he said, wrapping his arms around you before you joined the others.

The End

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A/N: aahhhh I hope you guys liked it! please let me know what you think! :D

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CEOrry Pt.5

Synopsis: YN and Harry attend her friends wedding. A lot of things said and confessed

Ps. This is the last part.

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It was time for the twenty week prenatal check up and the ultra sound of course.

He was nervous. He haven't seen YN in about two weeks and half. He had to go back and forth Los Angeles and New York City for business last minute. But he had Jeremy drive YN to and from work, he has Lizzie check on her every other day or so. He didn't get to talk to her much.

Just to make sure she's doing alright.

The image of her in pain and misery is still hard to shake from his brain. He just wants to do everything possible to make sure YN isn't in any discomfort.

As new as it sounds. He cares for her. In more ways now. That is new.

She's sweet and caring. She is fiesty when she has to be, which is understandable. Being a woman is hard enough itself, though she's agree it's not an excuse for being an asshole to him.

He's seen her check up on her family as much as she could. Text her brother and dad as much as she could, especially when they're waiting for their turn at the doctors and she's got nothing better to do.

But today, it was something else.

She was going to see him at his place before they went to the doctors. He had an urgent meeting and he's been at office si ce last night, working overnight on this project with his team. He needed a nice hot shower and a change of clothes. And some food of course.

Just when he was coming downstairs, he heard YN's angry whispers from the patio. The door qas closed as she walked back and forth, bare foot, furiously yelling at someone over a phone call. He couldn't understand a word even though he could hear her clearly. She was saying something in her native language, except a few English words she used here and there.

"No, you listen to me you little bastard, you're going to give your phone to Papa at six every night. No going out, no drinking with friends, no seeing all these girls you see every other week." She was yelling at her brother she reckoned, "you're grounded until I see that degree of yours." She paused talking for a moment.

"Then I told you, do what you're interested in, you dumbo! I never forced you to study Business. I worked two jobs here just so you can go to the best college and study, I never expected this from you Veeraj! No! You're going to go take the re-exam, I want you to at least pass, my love! Then you can go ahead and do whatever you want. At least you'd try something."

Harry could see YN was on verged of breakdown. She looked so hurt and exhausted. Mentally exhausted. But she seemed to be calming herself there.

"That's okay! Everyone is not same, Vee, you gotta understand. I understand that. No one is really pressuring you to do anything you don't like. Rebelling is not going to be a answer to anything. I'm trying my best to help you out here. Just so you don't end up drowning in student loans. Now is really not the time for this. You've got to stop drinking, stop hanging out with friends who just take away from your energy. Set up boundaries for yourself. I'm not asking for you to grow up, I'm asking you to learn to take up your responsibilities. I'm going to be here to help every step of the way, whatever it is you want to do I'll find a way to support you, okay? Do you understand me?" She paused for a moment, "That's what I thought. Now I'll ask my friend to take you in for a few lessons. I want you to promise me that you'll do something to get yourself to be a better person, okay? Yeah. That's what I thought. Now go to sleep, and start fresh from tomorrow."

He found her very attractive. He kept staring up until after a few byes and I love yous YN hung up her call and sat down on the step of the patio, crying.

That's when Harry decided to step out and talk to her. "Hey, what's wrong?" He sat down next to her.

"It's nothing. I've been crying since last night." She said.

Lie!

He talked to her last night and she was laughing and joking, having the time of her life making fun of him over the voice call.

"That's not true, YN. You know you can talk to me, right?" He suggested.

"I know." She nodded, "it's just my little brother. He's got weird circle friends and drinking problems. I mean he's barely twenty. It's going since he was seventeen. It got worse when I moved here for my dissertation. Our dad can look after just so much, he's sick and his work took so much toll on him. He failed three of his classes last semester. Which is a lot given his last two year record. If he fails he's got to start all over again."

"It's all my fault. I never asked him what he wanted to study before I gave my own suggestions. I shouldn't have moved here." She mumbled as she sobbed.

"Hey, no, no!" He pulled her closer to his side with his arm around her back, "you try your best, don't you? And that's what matters."

"I don't know. He's like my own baby, I've been taking care of him since I was six. I can't see him doing things which are going to make his life miserable in long run. He's not like this." She finally chose to confide in Harry there.

She isn't a saint, she got drunk too. But that was the first time. That made her more guilty for yelling at her brother like that.

"We'll get him the help he needs, yeah?" He assured her, "you don't have to beat yourself up for something you can't have control over."

"You've done enough for me, Harry, I can't bother you more." She sniffled, "he'll get throught it, he's done it once when our dad found out."

"If you think so." He sighed, "did you had your lunch?"

"Mhmm." She nod her head, "I was hungry so I ate before I came here."

"Good." He smiled, "now do you want to come inside?"

"Just five minutes?" She asked, "and did you eat?"

"I'm going to do that now." He tried to hold back his stupid grin the best he could. She cares about him enough to check up on him even though she's an emotional mess in that moment.

"Okay."

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Another hour of wait for the monthly check up (twenty four weeks). YN was already over it today. She'd call it a day off she didn't had to go run some errands after at the bank and pick up a few things from the post office and things like those. Julia was going with her, so she didn't had to take cabs and tube and such.

She was just sat there, slumped and dazed off. Not noticing that Harry had quietly slid his hand into hers on his lap. She didn't realise until she heard another couple comment something along the lines of 'they're so adorable' now maybe it was for something else, but it caught her attention. Warmth in her hand grew slowly closing towards her heart there.

YN had so much going on in her mind, especially in that moment when she could feel the baby move.

They started moving just a week before she went to appointment solo. She couldn't bring herself to share that with Harry. She can control not sharing that. Even though she knows she shouldn't.

She can't have a say in the baby's life but she can at least have a control over this. Of course he won't touch her without her permission, or she'll kick his ass. But he won't.

YN have picked up on the baby's pattern. They were active mostly when she's feeling tired. Not to mention, the heartburn. She just wishes they're not as hairy as she was a baby. Her mum used to tell her how she couldn't even lie down when she had her. She was five and she remembered, she was just lying on her mum's lap as she asked her stupid toddler questions, her mum would answer to her the best way her five hear old self could understand. But with her brother, she could lie down and eat because her brother was a bald baby. But adorable none the less. She missed her mum.

Also she didn't wanted to share too much, before the baby was taken away from her. Well, it isn't her technically. She never wanted to give up her own child, but she did so she wasn't parentless. That was to save ber dad, who's perfectly fine and healthy.

And even though they're on time, they still have to wait at least two and half to three hours for their turn. Which is annoying on many levels.

"Hey, you're tired?" She heard Harry whisper in her ear to which she nodded. "C'mere." He draped his arm behind her on the chair, "just relax, yeah? Everything is going to be fine, I'm here."

She wanted to punch him in the face, but she understood what he was trying to say. Everything is going to be fine, she's going to be fine. So she leaned to his side just to be hit by the fragrance of his cologne in the face. But it was comforting. Weirdly enough.

"We've still got an hour and half." His voice was nothing more than a whisper, "you can take a nap, I'll wake you up, yeah?"

"I'll try." She agreed.

She could really use a nap. But in her own bed. Under her fluffy blanket, and AC on blast. Not at her place here. Back home. She's got a huge bed with comfiest mattress and bedding, she missed it now more than anything. She can cry to go back home and hug her dad.

She tried to sit there as still as she could with a baby inside her having a rave party. She watched Harry check few of his emails, they were from a same person with lists of products for a baby and a nursery. She doesn't mean to peep, she wouldn't have looked into his phone if it were related to his business. But it's not.

Now Harry thought she was fast asleep when he checked his emails until he heard a few soft sniffles from her. He peeped down to find her crying. "Hey, why you crying, darling?"

"It's nothing." She shook her head, "I just don't feel well, that's all."

"Just a few more minutes, yeah? Then we'll ask Doctor Wilson if we can do something for it. Hmm?" He suggested.

"Yeah."

"It's okay." He hugged her close to his chest.

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"Baby's got a lot of hair on their head." Dr. Wilson shared, "this sort of explains the heartburn." Harry looked back and forth between YN and the screen in front of them. "You can still feel the baby move?" To which YN nodded.

"You can?" He whispered looking at her with puppy eyes.

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"You want to know the sex of your baby, Mr. Styles?" Doctor Wilson asked.

Now that made YN's heart sink to her tummy. But was the truth. She signed up for this. Doctor Wilson was the one who have helped her with everything from day one. She knew everything about the IVF and her being the surrogate and everything. But she noticed Harry glance at her for last minute approval. She didn't know what to say.

"We'd like to wait, thank you." He smiled.

He said we.

The appointment went smooth as always, doctor Wilson gave YN some advices to help her heartburn. She then had a little bit of time with just YN because she wanted to ask her some questions, which given if both the parties were couple she wouldn't mind asking with the partner in the room.

Doctor Wilson is very thoughtful, especially when she knew YN had personally asked for a female doctor, and that YN was a bit uncomfortable with Harry in the room at the beginning of the screening to see if she can carry a fetus to full term in a healthy manner. But her one question only directed towards Harry had her puzzled with her emotions that day.

She should just really talk to Harry. Right? Or at least try? He'll understand, right?

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She held off.

More so that more weeks went by, her health wasn't getting any better (the baby is very healthy) plus she's got a wedding to get through with. YN passed out three times in her bathroom, lucky she sustained no injury. She lied down on the floor carefully when she felt it coming. Her friends almost rushed her to the Emergency department the fourth time. But it was controllable. She went to see her doctor the very next day.

Harry wasn't in town again. He'd gone on another last minute call, this time it was for award ceremony for entrepreneurs and such. He was awarded with couple of awards there, it was just going to go to his every growing college in his office. YN had to go to her monthly checkup alone this time. And it was going to be only time she has to go alone.

But when he came back it was just time for Josh and Kayla's wedding. Harry was actually late, so Jeremy ended driving YN to the wedding venue two days before. He had no idea what went on.

It was the time when the bride and everyone was done getting ready, and they were taking pictures.

YN's dress was loose, she wasn't showing much even though the baby weighed half a pound more than it should be at twenty-one week. It was easier hide her belly.

Now she doesn't want to draw attention to her belly and take away from her best friend's special day. But she did snuck off to the bathroom in her own room next door to take a few of pictures on her phone, posed as where her belly is visible.

"YN you're being dramatic and extra. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it." She scolded herself as she looked through the pictures, just as she was about to delete those, she heard the bride calling for her.

"YN, your alright in there?" Kayla asked, "talk to me so I know you did not pass out in there, babe."

"Yeah, I'm fine." She called out. But not until she heard, the door knob being violently being shaken from the outside.

"Unlock the bloody door YN!" He banged on the door, "open rhe fucking door damn it!"

It was Harry knocking on the door, hard. She hoped he didn't bruise his knuckles when she quickly opened the door worried. "Why are you knocking so hard? Is your hand okay?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" He glared at her ignoring her concerning questions. There was a hint of worry behind his anger.

YN looked at her friend. She just threw her hands up in defence, "I didn't tell him anything. He over heard it." Kayla explained, "I'll give you two a moment." With that she fled the room. YN sighed and walked to the bed in her hotel room so she could put on her shoes.

"Why didn't you tell me YN?" He followed her.

"You were away for work. I didn't wanted to burden you with my problems." She answered and picked up her left shoe. She was going to wear her sneakers because she can't walk properly even when barefoot. She trips and falls, especially at weddings.

"I expect you to share things like with me, YN." He sighs in frustration and kneels down in front of her to help her with her shoes. "How many time have I told you that, hmm? This is ridiculous. You, you think that stupid award function is what I cared about more?" She didn't say anything. He just looked up at her when he was done putting her shoes on for her and found her looking at him with puppy eyes.

Honestly, she can fight with him right there. But it's her friend's special day she doesn't wanna ruin it.

"You wanna talk later?" He asked to which she nodded. "Yes or no?"

"Yes!" She huffed getting up and walking towards the bathroom where she left her phone.

"Hey, YN, I'm sorry. Shouldn't have talk to you like that." He tailed her around as she gathered her stuff. She grabbed a lipstick, and stuff it in the pocket of her dress.

"You tied my shoe lace too tight." She ignored him like he did not yell at her even five minutes ago. Without a question he knelt down again to retie her shoes for her.

For the rest of the ceremony, leading upto the reception party none of them talked to one another but yet managed to savour and enjoy every minute, for her friends at least.

First it was the dinner then the reception according the bride and groom's plans. It was emotional, funny and sarcastic with all of the speeches. And the drinking and dancing began again.

YN was getting overwhelmed already. Especially after her little speech. She could still see Harry there, he looked pissed. She went to get herself a glass of water by the bar.

"Hello there." Someone went to sit on the stool right next to hers. It was Doctor Micheal Jones.

"Hi..." YN was confused seeing him there.

"Been waiting to talk to ya whole night actually. How have you been?" He asked.

"I've been good, what about you?" Oh how she hated the small talk.

"I'm great." He smiled. She noticed he's got dimples too, a blond stubble and both his arms were covered in random tattoos, she could see from the rolled up sleeves.

Wait, has she got a type?

"You're from the bride or groom's side?" She asked him before he could say anything further.

"I am Heidi, Joshua's step sisters cousin." The blue eyed man explained.

"Oh, that sweet."

"And you're from bride's side I believe?" He asked.

"Oh no, I'm technically from both of their sides." She giggled, "they're both my best mates."

"YN, darling can I talk to you?" It was Harry interrupting Micheal before he could even utter a word. "Come on darling it's urgent please." He grabbed a gentle hold her hand as he helped her down the stool making sure to take her water bottle from the counter. He guided her out.

YN didn't get to take in the venue when the sun was up. But the wedding was at the Stourhead House and Gardens in the county of Wiltshire, near the Apollo Temple.

It's the exact place where Kiera Knightley's Pride and Prejudice was filmed. Kayla's a huge nerd for books, hence her PhD in English literature. YN never understood how that girl can read three to four hundred page book in a day to a day and half max. The venue was also something Kayla and Josh had little arguments over until they booked the place for the day.

"What?" YN slipped her hand out of Harry's, the metal of his rings was warm and cosy but she's mad at him for talking to her like that. They're out of the party now.

"Let's go there, it's a little loud here." He grabbed her hand again and walked towards the Apollo Temple which was barely fifteen feet away from the party. Which didn't make sense because it was still loud. They sat by the edge of the temple there. "You're feeling any better now?" He asked. Watching her lean into the pole next to her.

She looks tired and sleep deprived there. Her phone placed in between him and her with the lockscreen lit up, it was half part ten then and the the background was of the first ultrasound picture he sent her. It was the phone he gifted her, she's really using it. And the bracelet, she was wearing it. The piece of jewelry went so well with her baby blue dress, a stretchy bodice and off shoulder opaque sleeves ending just by her wrists. She wore a silver necklace with a little gold charm on it.

"Hey, come on, I'm really sorry darling." He scooted a bit closer to her, "why didn't you tell me, hmm?" He tucked the loose strand of hair behind her ear gently and she finally looked at him.

"I told you, I didn't wanted to tell you because you were away for work." She shared, "you said you have important meeting. I went to the appointment so I'm fine now."

"You also said, and I quote, I don't want to burden you with my problems, care to tell me what that means?" For the first time they're having a conversation without yelling at one another, "because I never said you're burden, did I now? I apologise if at any point I made you feel that way, I never intended to."

"You didn't, I, I, I just didn't wanted to disturb you that's all." She shook her head.

"I was done with my meeting on day one, should have told me YN." He insisted, his thumb caressing the apple on her cheek tenderly, "don't want it to happen again, but you'll tell me when it does, no matter how busy I am, yeah?"

"Yeah." She agreed.

"Have you been sleeping well?" He enquired.

"No, I can't lie down without feeling like my esophagus is burning." She shared. Truthfully. "Doctor said the baby's got way too many hair on their head. I'll give you the picture when we're back in Hampstead."

He cracked a smile, "about that..."

"What?"

"I, I actually forgot what I was about to ask you." He covered up for himself. He wanted to tell her that she can be in the babies life, he can get the agreement terminated and all. But it felt weird.

He knows she wants her own kids, that's why she was hesitant at first. But telling her now would sound wrong. He doesn't know if she wants to be a parent just yet. He'll tell her when he finds a better way to approach this subject.

He also so badly wanted to tell her how he felt. He really, really liked her. Hell and heavens he thought he's borderline already in love with her there. But he just held off. At least for now. It'll be too much for both of them. He actually really wanted her to be around the baby, he's seen how she always tries to look away from the screen at the ultrasound or talk less about the bahy with the doctor. How she asked for him to send pictures of the ultra sound print they got, and now it's her lockscreen.

"do you wanna go back inside?"

"Not really, I don't like weddings." She shrugged, "I told Kayla, 'if I got MIA for after a bit, don't worry'. Do you want to go in?"

He chuckled softly. "No, I don't like weddings either."

"Awh! Why?" She cooed, "sorry, I forgot no questions."

"You've asked me way too many questions, we're way past that." He pointed out.

"And I got no answers to those questions." She added immediately.

"Touché." He looked down sheepishly. "I found out my Fiancé and partner of six years was cheating on me, the morning of the wedding."

"No, that's so fucked up!" She gasped, "I don't get it why people cheat? Like what the hell?"

Harry giggled at her very honest and blunt reaction, "it's alright, I'm over it now." He shrugged. "It was the second time actually. Being cheated on. Wanted to adopt a kid at first but a single man with a busy schedule is not anyone's first choice. Tried for about three years."

"Understandable. I'm so sorry that happened to you."

"Why do you hate weddings?" He diverted the subject to her now.

"My reason is a bit more depressing." She said with her hand into a pinch to say how much more sas her reason is with a slight wink of her eye.

"I'm sure, but I'm here to listen."

"Trauma bonding, are we now?" She nodded her head squinting her eyes, "my mother died when I was six and my little brother was just two-three weeks old. Of course there was a wedding in our house so everyone was away except me, my dad and my mum with my brother, well 'cause she was sick."

"I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"It's fine, I've had twenty years to learn and grow." She shrugged.

"Do you mind me asking what happened?"

"She had a c-section with my brother and the internal stitches ripped open because she was throwing up and coughing so much. I was there when she, uhhh, you know... My dad was out getting us dinner when all of that happened." She moved back a little bit to sit comfortably with her legs criss cross, using the pole as a back rest, her hand resting on her bump as if on autopilot.

Harry just sat there looking at her as he processed all of what she said. She was six. Watched her mother die. That explains her fear of throwing up.

"Don't look at me like that, your green eyes scary." She laughed.

"I'm just trying to process." Harry shared, "What was her name? Your mum's name, I mean."

"Sofia." YN shared.

"That's a beautiful name." Harry cooed and took a moment to mirror how she sat. "Why don't you tell me about her?"

"You want me to talk about my Mummy?" She looked at him puzzled to which he just nodded, "well I've only known her for six years. But she was a doctor like me. A little crazier 'cause my dad told me once she was going for another doctorate. I never want to touch that ever again!"

"So you come from a family of a geniuses." He commented joining her laugh.

"You can say that. She had like three cats, only one of them is still alive. He's old man now. I brought him home on my way back from school he was about three months old, so he's technically my cat. My dad was furious, but who can go against mum's. I mean who's got that kind of audacity, right?"

"Exactly!" He agreed with his own dramatics, "Mum's are the best!"

"Not all of them, my step mother is a total witch. Witch not a bitch. Can't swear like that." She shared. "My mum was the principal of my school. And everyone loved her, obviously. As they all should. That's pretty much it. What else you want to know?"

"She sounds like an amazing person." Harry said. "I'm trying to figure out something though. I wasn't a hairy baby, nor my sister or my mother or dad. How is this baby so hairy? How did doctor Wilson even see that?"

YN looked at him in disbelief, "you failed your science classes by any chance?"

"Yeah, twice but what does that have to with--" he paused, "oh, oh. I'm sorry I didn't to say it like that. I also didn't want to assume. Just looking out for you that's all as you said you can't lie down and--"

"Okay, okay calm down." She stopped him, "it's okay, it's okay."

"Did she tell you what you can do to help with the heartburn?" He asked.

"Nope. Can just hope for the best." She shook her head.

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright. F.Y.I. sir, I was a very fussy baby as well. Good luck with that."

"You're joking?"

"Nope."

"You're joking!"

"I am not."

"Yes you are, you cheeky, you're laughing."

Now she was laughing, "you saw how much I still cry, right?"

He sighed, "yeah."

"We should go back in, they're about to play my favourite song." YN suggested. Harry was up on his feet immediately ready to help her up.

"Yeah? How do you know that?"

"I made the playlist, duh!"

They walked to the wedding party back. Or more like, Harry followed YN like a little smitten little kitten. Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran started playing.

"Would you like to dance with me, ma'am?" Harry offered his hand with extra add on of his charm.

"I'd love to." YN placed her hand in his. Harry took the opportunity to lace his fingers through her in a delicate hold, and slid his other hand around her waist. The baby in between wasn't enough to keep a modest distance.

"This alright?" He whispered as he swayed both of them to the soft tune.

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"What is with you and that doctor?" He asked all of a sudden looking behind her.

"Who? Doctor Jones?" She asked.

"Mhmm."

"Nothing. He's just a nice dude. Why did you ask that?"

"He's been oogling at ya the whole day!" Harry scoffed.

"By the way this is my favourite song." YN tried to change the subject and it worked.

"Is that Ed Sheeran?"

"Yeah!"

"He's one of my best mates." He casually bragged.

"You're kidding?"

"Nope."

"You are kidding!" She gasped.

"I am not. I have his number."

"You have Ed Sheeran's number?" She sounded gobsmacked.

"Yeah."

"Oh my god! Can you get me his signed record?" And she gasped again at her own idea.

"He's on tour right now, but I'll try." He couldn't help but laugh at her reaction, he place her hand in his on his shoulder as he reached to tuck her hair behind her ear again. "You look very pretty tonight, have I told you that?"

"I don't know." She shrugged nonchalantly, but she's screaming inside.

YN tried her best to keep her feelings in check. Like, it's not right. Today though, she did took time to really just take all the feelings in.

Oh boy, did he looked extra, extra dreamy today!

His hair grown out a tiny bit. He now styled his hair in a middle part, his stubble ever so slightly showing. His eyes looked so vibrant and relax, like there were no worries about anything behind them.

And today is about celebrating love too!

He wore a baby blue suit, with his staple white dress shirt. Which is always see through and top three buttons undone. His classic cross necklace, he switched it out to a gold one few weeks ago. And the tattoos on his pecks peeking through as always, which she believed are some kind of birds surrounded by little hairs on his chest.

It was touch of his soft thumb just under her lip which brought her back on earth. His face was just so close to her. That's when someone screamed her name.

"Oh god!" She was spooked.

"It's alright, who is that?" Harry asked looking behind her. It was one of Kayla's childhood friend, Hadleigh.

"YN!" The girl exclaimed as she approached her.

Now, Hadleigh and YN hardly talk to one another. But when they first met, they were really good friends. Until Hadleigh went ahead and shot her shot, telling YN that she had started to like her.

Well, it isn't like YN's not into girls, but she's confused if she's in girls like that in the first place. But most importantly, she wasn't looking for a partner that time (nor is she now unless it's Harry). YN's always been so focused on her career, she never gave going out or being in a relationship a shot ever. It just haven't been her cup of tea to begin with.

Plus, she didn't want to be vulnerable and open to someone.

Hadleigh of course was very understanding and respected her feelings. She got busy with her job as real estate developer. And life went on.

"Hadleigh, so nice to see you!" YN exclaimed.

"Same here," the blue eyed girl smiled as she took YN in for a hug, "I know I missed the ceremony but gosh this is amazing!"

"It is." YN had to agree, the party was lit.

"Oh, you're pregnant!" Hadleigh almost squealed.

"I, uhhh..." YN stuttered, "yeah."

"Congratulations!" She gave YN another hug.

"Thank you." YN smiled not knowing what to say, "this is Harry by the way." YN turned to Harry was stood just half a step behind her. "And Harry, this is Hadleigh. Kayla's kindergarten friend."

"Oh, nice to meet you Hadleigh." Harry approached her with a handshake.

"Nice to meet you too, Harry." Hadleigh shook hands with him. "Oh, looks like the bride is finally free. I'm gonna go talk to her before she gets busy again."

"Yeah sure." YN nodded.

"You want to go back to the hotel?" Harry asked once Hadleigh was gone, YN looked exhausted.

"No, I'll just go sit somewhere." She shared.

"Come." He grabbed her hand and guided her to the now empty dining tables set to a side, he pulled a chair for her to sit facing the dance floor, he pulled a chair like he did at the ice cream place on her birthday that night. His knee touching hers.

"Is it really that obvious, I'm pregnant?" She asked, her hand on her swollen belly now really showing she is in fact very pregnant. But she's been feeling insecure lately. She had to run last minute to the tailor to get her dress readjusted, even though it was made keeping in mind she'd grow by the time of the wedding.

Well, she's almost in her third trimester (twenty eight weeks). It was obviously going to show. YN just doesn't want to admit that this time is going way too fast.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused of her sudden change in mood.

"I-- she knew just by looking at me?" She wondered.

"She hugged you, darling." Harry defended her from herself, "I mean it's not a bad thing, is it?"

"No," she shook her head.

"Are they moving now?" He asked.

"Yeah, like crazy!" She sighed, "see!"

Harry carefully kept his hand where her's was, she placed hers on his. He felt a jolt which made him almost jump. "That was strong!" He commented laughing.

"Yeah." YN nodded.

It warmed her heart how he already adored the baby, they aren't even born yet.

And it also makes her heart sore thinking this is the only time she'll get with the baby. She's been contemplating to ask him if she could still see them from time to time. She would be fine if he never told them she's their mother. But it felt wrong.

After all he's just a complete stranger she met through a surrogacy agency website online, got pregnant via IVF, failed one time but worked the second, he paid her for carrying the baby. She's already grown to love the baby so much that it also felt wrong that she did it all for money at first.

She doesn't want him to think she's in with wrong intentions if she asks to see the baby in future.

Though, she's already paid one of the installments to the remaining amount he had lent her. He doesn't know about it, but his accountant and Personal Assistant does.

"You good?" Harry sounded concerned. That's when YN realised her eyes were getting watery as she thought about everything.

"Yeah. Just a little sleepy." She made an excuse, which he surprisingly belived.

"Do you really want to go back to the hotel, YN? You know we can." He suggested.

"No, I'm fine. I promise." She assured him.

They sat there in corner watching the party go on. Until Kayla came and approached YN herself, she was little tipsy but she pulled a chair next to her.

"You look tired." She spoke, "I think should really go and rest."

Harry jumped in too, "that's what I said."

"See, he agrees too." Kayla pointed out. "You need to rest!"

"I know, but I'm having fun just sitting here." YN shared. And she is indeed having fun there.

The party eventually came, newly weds were off to their honeymoon. This was all new to YN, as everything was over in merely three days.

Harry drove YN back to the hotel room. His was booked right next tk hers. They walked as it was just to the walking distance.

"This ended very quickly." She commented.

"Quickly?" Harry got confused.

"The wedding." YN shared, "it went on barely three days, it was just a bachelorette party, then going over some things the next day, then the wedding, this happened really quickly."

"That's a long time."

"No, it's not. Wedding functions usually last for weeks. Not that I like or enjoy any of those, but it was still significantly different experience." She explained.

"Yeah?" Harry sounded in amusement. They reached her room there, it was too quick for Harry's liking.

"Hmm, Indian wedding usually last for about two weeks to a month." YN shared as she opened up the door to her room.

"Have to attend an Indian wedding myself then, eh." He beamed, "I'm just next door to you, call me if you need anything, hmm?"

"I will, thank you." She nodded. "Wait... This is not my room." She checked the card key.

"Got you stuff moved here. It's a lot more comfortable." He explained.

"This is a freaking suite Harry, who's going to pay for it?!" She opened the door and was shocked to see the room.

It had light blocking curtains, a massive bed she doesn't have to now share with Julia. It had it's own sofa and coffee table by what she reckoned is a floor to ceiling glass window.

"I did." He said, "try to get some sleep now darling."

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It was middle of the night and YN was craving chocolates.

Now, she can hold herself off till she can get something to eat which she is craving. It was a different kind of urge now. Especially when she couldn't eat the chocolate desserts as they had Rum in it. Kayla almost killed off the caterers for not having a Alcohol free dessert as she asked for specially for her best friend.

YN could go down to the hotel gift shop and buy a very expensive bar of chocolate but she just want to get out of her room. The bed is awfully comfy. And she couldn't sleep because every time she goes to lie down, her stomach acids want to gush out of esophagus. So she called Harry. Sent the man out to get her chocolates. And he did so. The gift shop was closed off he messaged her so he drove to a nearest shop to get her what she wanted. It looked like he bought the whole store when he got back with just more than just chocolates she asked for.

"Is this enough, darling?" He set everything on the little coffee table by the floor to ceiling window which was now closed off by light blocking curtains.

"That's too much Harry!" She walked upto him. "Just asked for a few chocolates."

"Well, I figured you might be hungry as you didn't eat much tonight." He pulled out a few bags of crisps, "usually don't condone eating junk food, but this is the best we can do at two in the morning."

"Thank you!" She cooed and hugged him tight.

Harry was taken back. Not by her hugging him but by the butterflies in his tummy. He hugged her back though. Her hugs are always warm and welcoming.

"Of course, my love." He rubbed her back gently, "why didn't you sleep?"

And she got to opening a bar of chocolate as she sat down on the sofa chair, right next to him. "I can't sleep. Everytime I try, my stomach acids want just gush out." She munched on the chocolate and yawned.

She really needs sleep, but she can't sleep sitting up. It's very dangerous. She might fall off her bed, or sleep in a position which might hurt the baby.

"Oh look," she grabbed a hold on his wrist and place it on her stomach for Harry to feel the punches. "And there goes the jab!"

"Ouch!" Harry almost felt that under his skin, "they're being a trouble maker, aren't they! Go to sleep now, will you little wrestler!"

"What the hell!" YN stopped feeling them move out of nowhere. "Did they just stopped moving?"

Harry chuckled, "they already listen to their Papa, don't they?" His thumb ran gentle strokes over the oversized shirt she wore.

"Yeah." She's in awe again. But took advantage and moved back to relax maybe take in a nap before long car ride back home the next day. Harry got up quickly and got the blanket from the bed.

"C'mere." He sat next to her again with his arm draped onto the back rest of the sofa. YN hesitantly leaned in resting her head on his shoulder as she tried to sleep.

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Next morning was chaos.

YN was throwing up so their drive back was delayed. Julia was accompanying them as Harry offered. He saved her the hassle of taking a train back home. So it was now Julia and YN play arguing over some snacks they bought just before getting in the car.

Harry had a great time watching them bicker back and forth without offending one another. He'd act as if he's not paying attention when either of them tried to bring him in their pretend argument, not wanting to be the bad guy.

That was pretty much it for the day.

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The very next day was when Harry resumed his duty of taking her to and from work.

He wants to make sure she's safe and sound himself. Sure he trust Jeremy with his own life. But he gets more time to spend with YN.

"Hi!" She greeted him with a warm smile on her in morning when he picked her up.

Harry took to this very lovely breakfast place, one because Lizzie is on a vacation, and two he can't cook to even save his life without burning down his kitchen. He's hungry and he knows she might have not eaten well either.

"I can't believe you out of all people are eating out today!" YN pointed out sipping on her smoothie.

"Lizzie is on a vacation." He shared.

"You didn't cook?" Harry just glanced at her sheepishly, "so you're going to eat out till she comes back?"

"I guess, or maybe I'll crash at my mum's."

She giggled, "come over tonight, I'll make you something to eat."

"You don't have to darling, you're already tired enough." He found her glaring at him, enough to be intimidating. "Alright!"

And that's what they did. Harry picked her up from work and they went straight to grocery shopping, because she didn't had much left at home and they went back to her place.

Julia was home, watching TV.

Harry had figured the blondie is fun to hang out with, she just hated him for reasons he doesn't know. Well, maybe for treating her best friend like crap that night at his bar.

"Hello mamas, how was your day?" She spoke looking behind, "oh look mister grumpy pants is here too!"

"Hello to you too, blondie." Harry waved at her.

"You're staying in tonight, J?" YN asked to which Julia nodded, "I'm making dinner."

"I was just going to order us Pizza!" Blondie gasped in excitement and followed the pair into the kitchen. Harry noticed a few boxes in the kitchen. Like someone was moving out.

"Who's moving out?" He asked.

"The newly weds." Julia shared as YN made a run to the loo. "They got their own place now."

"Awh!" Harry cooed. Both of them took out the ingredients from the bags mean while YN came back, in a civil manner. Civil manner from Julia mostly.

"Can I please have the kitchen to myself?" YN asked as she stepped back in the kitchen. She doesn't like the clutter in kitchen when she's cooking, and knowing her best friend, Blondie would definitely pick a fight with Harry.

"I'll leave." Julia saw herself out to continue watching whatever animal documentary she was watching.

"I'm staying to help." Harry announced as he rolled up sleeves of his white dress shirt. YN said nothing as she handed him an apron, knowing his short costs as much as a month worth of rent.

She started off by chopping onions and tomatoes. Harry's eyes almost started tearing up as he stood there waiting for her instructions to do something.

"Oh my god those onions!" He hissing covering his eyes and making YN laugh.

"Go sit out, I can do this." She told him.

"No, I'm fine. I'm fine." He sniffled. "What are we having though?"

"Okra, which is Bhindee, Roti, rice and Daal." She shared the menu with him.

"Never had that before." He sounded intrigued to try new food, "the most I've had is Biryani, Jeremy's wife made."

"You're missing out." She sighed dramatically.

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Guess we'll have to ask Lizzie to make new foods then." He announced. And he for sure is going to ask his cook to make some new foods.

Harry had a few things to share with her, but given her friend is in other room he figured he'll do that the next day.

Barely two and half months till baby is here, the appointments were now every other week instead of every month. He wanted to know when was she planning to put in her maternity leave.

He just wants her to be comfortable, standing for hours on hours teaching is very fucking tiring. And dealing with teenagers? That's whole new level of difficult in his opinion. Though the summer vacation have already begun, she still went to work.

The cat, Noodle just walked past his legs to YN and lingered around the kitchen as she cooked.

"Can you stir this a few times in between?" YN asked him.

"Yes!" He's been waiting for this, he took on the work. The dinner was done in no time. Even the cat was given it's dinner around the same time.

Harry had a quiet night watching a Dinasaur documentary. YN seemed very interested in that as they all sat on the floor with coffee table as their dining table.

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The very next week. Kayla and Josh were back from their honeymoon as they got ready to move out.

Even Julia had found herself a place to move to so she can afford the rent. YN was going to live at Harry's place, as per the contract as she's nearing the due date.

Like promised, Harry took days off to help YN pack up her stuff. She just clothes and a few things to move, like her bed which she sold as she'd have nowhere to keep it. And that was it.

It was pretty emotional leaving the place she called home from past five years. She hoped she'd finally get to go see her dad this summer but maybe she can go during winter break.

Back at Harry's, she got the room she spent a night at once. The closet was empty for her to fill it up.

YN didn't know what was upstairs, maybe Harry didn't used that floor. His bedroom was downstairs, maybe the floor above had guest bedrooms. She remembered Lizzie saying it is a six bedroom house. There were few people working in the other spare room that day. Maybe he's getting the nursery ready.

That thought made YN's heart sink again.

She spent a couple of hours just putting her clothes away from the boxes. She didn't know she had that many clothes, and none of those fit her anyway now. So she placed all of the clothes which don't fit her and she doesn't want to wear in a separate box to donate.

She was just on her last box when Harry came in with tea and a few snacks. He knew she needed to take her vitamins and few other medications doctor have prescribed to her, she needed to eat something for that. They had a very early lunch.

"You want me to help you with those?" He asked as he placed the tray on the ottoman in the closet.

"I'm almost done. Those are for donation." YN explained.

"That's like half of your closet." He pointed out, she just sighed and continued to place last few closed in their shelves. "We'll go shopping tomorrow, yeah?"

"It's fine, I am fine with these for now." She gesture at the clothes she had.

It looked like the closet was empty. She never had a walk in closet before, it was very new to her. She had very limited space at her last place anyway.

"Come on now I got Chai and snacks. Made it just the way you showed me yesterday." He grabbed a gentle hold of her hand as he walked her out. "You want to make any modifications to this room? We should add a study table so you can work comfortably."

"I just have a week and half of work left, don't need a study table. But thank you." She tried her best to smile but all she could think about was the baby she will never see again.

"You alright?" Harry could sense she is in deep thoughts but he let her decide if she wants to share it.

"Yeah, I just need a nap." Maybe she can sleep and her worries would go away. Yeah, she can try that whilst the baby is not moving.

"Okay, but at least eat something, yeah?" He suggested, "I'll be just outside."

"Mhmm." She picked up the mug of chai. She is going to eat before she sleep though.

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YN couldn't sleep. So she decided to take a warm shower, got everything ready but she got a call from her dad. She just sat there talking to him for a while.

She hadn't told her dad that the baby was her's too, and she wasn't just carrying it for a couple. Not that he would be mad, but she just wanted someone to share it with. Someone who she shared that close bond with.

They talked about her little brother's latest behaviours, how he's getting back on track and getting the help he needs. Her dad shared that he went upto him to talk about it. YN was relieved from that worry of her. Her dad also shared how her brother was interested in modeling and that he's gone to a few casting too and all that stuff. He also shared that the doctors gave him a pass that he can go work in person in a next few months given his very fast recovery.

YN was over the moon hearing that. That was the reason she took that very big decision.

She had a nice cry and stayed in her designated room all night, sulking in her bed.

At least she got some sleep.

Harry didn't bother her until the next morning when she had breakfast in her room. He went to check in on her and take her shopping like he said last night. He managed to convince her to with him. But that was it.

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Harry had managed to get YN's input on the nursery, which was very slowly coming together. He didn't mind if it was finished before the baby is here, because they won't be sleeping alone for a long time. She helped him build the cot, the dresser and changing table after the room was painted.

It was all wholesome and animal themed, on her suggestion. The room was already filled with a load of sensory toys, stuffed animals and loads of story books. The half of the room was already being planned to be padded with crash pads and a pretty soft rug on top and a small play fence. Everything was baby proof in the entire house already.

He was working from home now so he could do rest of work himself. Of course he encouraged YN to help him because all she did was sulk in her room after she was done working. But now she's not working. Her summer break as teacher had begun and she'd miss the next semester due to her maternity leave.

Just two weeks and half to the due date. It was rhe thirty-ninth week, almost fortieth.

"I don't know mum." YN overhead Harry talking to his mother about something. He was on his laptop looking for something, "yup that's great idea, I'll ask the doctor." She reckoned it must be about the baby so she waddled carefully towards him.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I don't know which diapers to get. What if little bean has sensitive skin?" He whined in concern.

YN tried to hold back her laugh but failed, "get the reusable cotton ones. But yeah, you'll have to wash like a fifty of them at least twice a day."

"Is that really a good choice then?" He asked, now intrigued.

"Hmm." YN nodded. "I've usually seen grandma's making cloth diapers from used cotton clothes for babies. It's not harsh on their skin. I looked after my brother when he was a baby and my dad and grandma prohibited the use of single use diapers, unless we were going out or something. I've heard from a few friends back home that now you can buy those online too."

"Yeah?" He was impressed, "how many do you think will the baby need?"

"The more the merrier." She shrugged and started waddling back in kitchen.

There was a lot of left over noodles left in the fridge from lunch, which Lizzie left because she had leave early due to some emergencies. Or that all would go to the homeless in the community. The lady hated seeing the food go to waste.

Harry followed after her. He found her new waddle adorable. "You having dinner?"

"Yeah, you want me to heat up some for you too?" She asked as she took out the container.

"Yeah," he nodded, "do you want to watch a movie or something?" To which she surprisingly agreed.

He's been worried about her lately spending all her days in her room. Making up excuses so she can be in her room. They ate and sat watching The Witcher together on the sofa.

Harry had her tucked closer to him with his hand on the bump. Both were getting comfortable with one another. It was getting harder and harder for Harry to find a way fast enough to confess his feelings for her. He doesn't want it to be too late, but he barely knows how to. With a baby in mix.

He is in a complicated situation.

So is YN. She's grown comfortable around him. It's difficult when he's got to go for in person meeting last minute. She's gotten used to his antiques and how he bugs her every other hour to eat something or just do something with him. He's also managed to get her out for a nice walk, luring her with promises of ice cream. Which worked all the time.

She knows she's way past her infatuation, crush, and like phases with him. She's halfway sure she's in love with him. It was new.

She's only been with one person before but it only lasted for barely three months. She's been through the first few stages, but not this.

And there is a baby in the mix. Everything is happening backwards or out of order to confuse her even more.

But she's sleepy because has stopped moving for a few minutes now, or at least they've stopped kicking and punching her insides. She's learned to. She snuggled closer to Harry as her eyelids got heavier and heavier, until she was fast asleep.

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It was the forty-first week. Harry and YN were out on a walk to go get ice cream. He had just gotten home from his last minute meeting. Lizzie so nicely offered to stay with her until he's back home. He hadn't even got to change as he directly to serving YN the dinner before he took her out to ice cream place.

They met his elderly neighbours who thought that he's got a wife now, they congratulated the couple as they walked past after a few minutes of talking. It was awkward, but made YN feel silly and giddy inside.

Turned out they know Harry very well, but the elderly couple seemed to be in hurry before either them could say anything. The walk to and from ice cream shop was slightly awkward. But they had to hurry back as YN was felt a sharp contraction.

Highly likely, it wasn't a Braxton Hicks thing, given the baby could arrive anytime.

YN wanted to be back in comfort of her bed in case anything happens. And Harry said he wanted to talk about something to her, maybe share something.

Maybe it was about how she'll have to leave the baby now. Maybe there were a few legal obligations. She had so many maybe's running through her mind in that moment. And Harry forgot about it in worries of what was happening.

Her contractions kept getting closer and closer rapidly every hour and half. It wasn't until her water broke. She was in bathroom luckily.

YN started panicking inside. She's not the one to scream when in pain, but she is wincing. It felt like her period cramps were on some heavy drugs and steroids.

"Hey, hey look at me." Harry tried to get her attention, "breathe with me, darling, it's okay." He did the rapid breathing exercises with her a few times before he got to getting the hospital bag. Even stuffed a spare outfit managed to get in the bag.

The drive to the car was painful and slow. There was no traffic given it was four in the morning. Harry had to drive carefully. He just hated seeing her cry in pain like that, getting flashbacks. This time the baby is healthy, YN is healthy. He parked closee to the entrance.

"Help me out please." YN mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry hurried out, but another contraction hit her. "It's okay, breathe baby." He held her hand tightly.

"It hurts, it hurts so bad!" She is crying, tears falling down her cheeks and all.

"It is going to hurt more if you keep holding your breath, darling." He rubbed his hand on her back.

She sighed, "I'm good, I'm good." Announcing she carefully stepped out of the car.

Harry followed her behind closely because she said she can walk just fine. Or waddle just fine enough. They were just halfway through the maternity department when another contraction hit her.

She stopped mumbling, grabbing onto Harry for support.

YN knew she can't handle this pain, she can only imagine how it would be pushing a heavy ass baby out through her vagina. It was going to hurt even more. A lot more. She can't do that now. Can she back off?

"We're so close love, you think you can walk?" Harry asked.

"Yes." She nodded and walked to the reception where they were checked in.

YN was asked to change into a hospital gown immediately and checked on. She was dilating on a good pace, and she was advised to move around to speed up the process even faster. She paced back and forth in the room but her pain was getting worse every passing contraction.

"You, you want to call your family and tell them?" YN suggested as she sped walked up and down in the labour and delivery room.

"I will do that later, YN," he shared, "you can ask for the epidural, you know?"

"I know, I know, just not now." She sniffled on her tears, but she broke down crying sat on the edge of hospital bed.

"Hey, c'mere." He hugged her, "everything is going just fine."

"I don't know, I don't know if I can do this." She sobbed, "I want to have a C-section. I can't do this."

"It's more risky, darling." Harry was surprised, "you can do this."

"Just talk to the doctor for me, please--" another contraction hit her right in the crotch.

And Harry did. After all it's her body, she can decide whatever. Given she's in agony and her decisions might not be right. He wouldn't invalidate her feelings like that. But Doctor Wilson adviced against her idea, unless there is an emergency, because honestly it had more risks to her. That made her real upset.

"Hey, you know there are cons to it." Harry cooed as he sat next to her, "the recovery time is longer, it's more painful, there are more chances of hemorrhage. I know you can do it."

"I don't care, I just want them to healthy."

"They're healthy, love, look you can see and hear their heartbeats there." He pointed at the heart monitor which was keeping track of the baby's heartbeat.

It was half past six in the morning, when YN finally gave in and asked for an epidural at eight centimetres dilation. Harry was asked to step out just so the room is clear and the procedure is done without any interruptions. It took them a whole hour to call him back in. Meanwhile he called his mother and asked her to come over if she could, he honestly didn't know what he could do. YN was in so much pain and it was getting just as hard on him to watch. He cried on the phone call with his mum.

But just a few minutes later YN seemed less stressed. "How are you feeling now?"

"Can't feel much waist down." She chuckled slightly, "this is why I waited so long to get the epidural."

"At the pain is less now, right?"

"Mhmm."

"You want anything?" He sniffled.

"You were crying?" She realised, "no, why are you crying Harry, the baby is fine."

"I know, I know." He nodded, "I'll get you more ice chips, yeah, just five minutes?"

"Okay."

Harry so badly wanted to tell her that he cares about her as well there. He is crying of two reasons, the baby is going to be here today and he just can't see her suffer like that. His mum was there by that time. She brought him coffee and said Gemma was on the way with breakfast for everyone.

Harry just couldn't bring himself to eat until way after the baby is here. But it was nice of his sister. His mum went out to get more bottles of water whilst he brought the ice chips to YN. He noticed the contraction were way harder than he last checked but she wasn't hissing in pain like before rather she lied there with her eyes closed.

"Hey YN, you want anything?" He asked again handing her cup.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you for this." She smiled.

"Those are higher than the last time I checked." He looked at the monitor again.

"It's feels like period cramps now." She shared, "it's bearable."

"That great!" He flashed his dimply smile finally. "Now, I, I-- to be honest I don't know what to do or say, so I just asked my mum to come over. She can be a great help, I, I can just call her in if you need to talk to her about anything which she can help with."

"No, you didn't had to bother her. I'm fine." A crease formed between her brows, a look of worry. He should asked his family to come visit after the baby was here, especially his mother. She bet the lady has more important work to do than be there to help her.

"It's alright, love." It was his mother. Pretty evident as Harry looks like a copy of her. "You're not a bother." She placed the water bottles on the side table. "I'm Anne, Harry's mum."

"Hello, I'm YN," she greeted her with a smile, "I feel bad now."

"It's okay, you can tell me what you need. I had two kids of my own, so I bet I can be pretty good help." Anne smiled.

She waited around the back as nurse checked on YN twice already. Harry sat next to her on the edge of her bed. His mum of course knew everything, he told her before he even told YN about it. In hope she might have a way to help him. She tried but he is just too anxious for that.

"What are you going name them?" She asked.

"Have a few names picked out, you want to help me?" He pulled out his phone and opened his notes app before she could say anything. "Let me know if you have any suggestions too." He handed her his phone. He had a list of ten names each for boy and girl and some just neutral names.

"You sure you want me to have a look?"

"Of course!" He shrugged.

Another good few hours went by, YN was starting to feel more pain but it was not something crazy. She was finally given a green flag for pushing. It wasn't as painful as she thought it would be due to the epidural she got, though she's sure it's gonna kick once it wears off. She didn't know how long she has been pushing for or now many were needed, all she thought about the baby's health. A nurse placed a clean towel over her chest.

YN panicked as the baby didn't started crying immediately, but they did once their back was rubbed. It was a loud high pitched scream cry.

"It's a girl!" Doctor Wilson announced as she placed the girl on her chest and YN stopped breathing in that moment.

That shouldn't have happened. They should have taken the baby away immediately. Now she was holding onto her, she doesn't want to let go. She started sobbing too.

"She does have a lot of hair." Harry commented, that's when YN realised she wasn't alone in the room with the new baby girl, her crying had gotten down to just few whimpers.

"Yeah!" YN cooed.

"Alright, YN a few more pushes for the afterbirth." Doctor Wilson caught her attention and someone was picking up the girl off her chest.

"No, no don't take her please." YN panicked, "please!"

"Can we please hold her longer?" Harry asked the nurse who of course agreed to it. YN held onto the girl the entire time until the pediatrician said they really have to weigh and check on the baby.

Harry stayed by her side as his mum was there whilst they checked the baby girl. YN looked at him confused. "You want some water?" He fetched her the bottle of water, "you did so amazing, she's here. It's a girl!"

"Like you wanted." YN nodded.

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YN was all changed up into a clean hospital gown. She was given a very hearty meal.

The baby girl weighed nine pounds and eight ounces, no wonder why YN couldn't walk by the very end. She's definitely got a lot of hair on her head.

YN wasn't asked to feed her, hell, she haven't even got to see her again even though they're in the same room. She have been bleeding very bad so her stay at the hospital will be by the next evening. It was way past afternoon now. Harry has been going back and forth between her and the baby girl. She had asked him to talk to the pediatrician saying she's fine there as the nurse checked on her.

She doesn't even know what's her name is going to be.

"Ms. YLN, do you have family or friends we can call up for your discharge next day?" A nurse asked YN, everyone knows it's just a surrogacy case. By the talk of nurse, looked like Harry could take the baby home by tonight or even by early evening.

"Yeah, I, I'll call my friend." She nodded. The lady then proceeded to ask her questions on her pain levels, how she was feeling.

"Alright, we'll move you to the recovery room but you are advised to walk around every hour or so, for as much as you physically can." The nurse explained, "please don't push yourself to do more than you can."

"I will." YN nodded again. She tried to get off her bed and go find her phone in the mess which was the sofa chair now. It was painful, every step but she has to move around anyway, it wasn't certainly her first time out of bed after giving birth. She can say it was teeny bit less pain. She found her phone to text Julia to come over toni to the hospital. "Hello."

"Hey sexy, what's up?" Julia spoke.

"Just had the baby few hours ago." YN shared, talking as low as she could, "can I please ask you for a favour?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"I want you to come pick me up tomorrow, they want to keep me here overnight so I don't bleed out." YN shared, "and uhhhh... I'll also be needing help to get, ummm... my clothes and stuff the next morning. I, I promise I'll be out as soon as I find a flat."

"Are you kidding me?" Is the first thing Julia yelled, "isn't Harry going to be taking care of the afterbirth thing too?"

"I don't know. I forgot. I'm just feeling so alone right now. I don't want to bother him, he's with the baby and his mum." YN was trying hard not to cry. "Please come and see me?"

"I, I will as soon as I get off work, yeah?" Julia now sounded worried, "I'll ask if I can clock out early."

"Thank you!"

"Don't mention it, I'll be there. I promise!"

"Okay." She hung up the call.

"Hey, what are you doing out of bed love?" She heard Harry, "you feeling better now?"

"Yeah." She sounded walking back to the bed, "nurse said I'll be moved to the recovery room. They want to keep here for the night."

"No, what's wrong?" He followed her, baby in his arms. YN watched Anne leave whilst on a phone call, "what did they say?"

"It's nothing, I, I am bleeding too much." She shared, "I, I should probably go to the bathroom now."

"You want me to call the nurse?"

"No, I'll be fine." YN walked to the loo as fast as she could. When she came out the baby was crying and whining. The nurses were in and out of the room since they got there, she is already overwhelmed enough.

"Do you know how to swaddle her?" Harry sounded terrified, "changed her nappy, I don't know what's going on!"

"Let me see." She went ahead and put the new baby in a warm cosy swaddle.

"That's incredible!" Harry gasped, "look at her, all cosy now."

"Yeah." Baby girl is still whining. She's defin hungry. "Did she eat anything?"

"No, I wanted to ask if, if you wanted to breastfeed her. Only if you're fine." Harry shared, "the nurse is gone to bring the formula just incase."

"You'd be fine with that?"

"You sound surprised. Of course I'd be fine with that." He doesn't know what is going on. "I mean it's your choice at the end."

"I, I know--" before she could say anything further the nurse was back. But she rather ended up showing YN now to feed the baby.

That made her feel like dying now as she watched the baby nurse from her breast. She's in an awful state in that moment. But the baby had a full tummy, was burped and lied on her cot. It's exhausting being born, isn't it!

"Hey, what is going on YN?" Harry asked, finally.

"Nothing, I told you."

"It's not nothing. You're spacing out, come on talk to me darling." He cooed as he sat on the edge of her bed, "what did you mean they're going to move you to the recovery room? I don't know what is going on."

"You're not going home with her?"

"Not without you, no." He seemed more confused, "I'm more confused, YN."

"The nurse told me to call family or friends so they can take me home the next day." She shared, "I, I guess you can take her home in a few hours."

"You're coming home. Can't leave you like this here." He is now getting mad, "I told you I'm going to take care of you after the baby is here as well, didn't I? Not going to leave you alone. Little bean needs you, I need you."

"Why did she said it like that then?" She looked at him with eyes pooled up with tears.

"I'll talk to them," he assured her, "I know why she said it like that. I promise you I'm not going to leave you here. Why didn't you tell me before, hmm?"

"You were with you mother and baby, didn't wanted to bother you."

"I'm sorry you felt that way, but you're never a bother. Especially to me." He pushed her baby hair out of her face, "we'll go to the recovery room, have something to tell you."

"Okay." YN nodded, "I, I need to tell Julia, I, I called as I panicked. I'm sorry."

"It's alright." He assured her again, "you can ask your friends to come see her when we're out of here so it's more comfortable."

Harry made sure to make it clear that the baby and the mother are going to stay until she is discharged too, and that she is to be treated kindly there. He's seen a few nurses there being mean to her. Just because they knew little bean is related to her too and she was just giving away her child like that. Those nurses had a shift change anyway.

Gemma came over to see the baby too, she came with warm and healthy lunch. It was from a restaurant as she burnt the lasagna she was making on accident, hence why Anne hurried out. Least to say Gemma cried holding little bean.

"Is that hair underneath the hat?" She slightly pushed the hat back to check, "oh my god, yeah!"

"Yeah, got that from her mum." Harry bragged, YN almost choked on the water she was drinking hearing him say that.

Both of the ladies stayed till the last visiting hours. Finally there was quietness. Little bean had yet another meal, and is now laying on YN's shoulder. She's also been already holding up her head, and opening her eyes. She got those from Harry. Her fluffy cheeks had the slightest of the dimples.

It was a Styles trademark now, the dimples.

"When we get back," Harry spoke catching YN's attention, "I wanted to ask you a few things, make sure you're fine with them."

"Mhmm."

"I don't quite know how to help, this is obviously new. So I looked into it, found out about the Doula, they come in and help with the postpartum period, help take care of the baby. It'll be healthy for you and her." He tried his best to explain it in a best way possible, "I, I also know it's a huge part of the culture where you're from. We can or not go with the confinement thing, however you prefer it. So if you're fine with that, or we can figure it out as we go."

"No, no, I'd really like that." YN agreed, "frankly I don't know what to do either, I'm more tired now."

"We can stay in our little bubble until you recover and she's a bit older then, yeah?" He suggested, "and also, I've been wanting to ask you this for a while."

"Hmm, what?"

"I, I know you did not sign up for this. Was thinking of terminating the agreement you signed." He was holding onto his breath tightly, readying himself for her reaction, "I, I think she'd be more happier to have her second parent around."

"Really?" She's now crying again. The baby can call her Mumma now.

"Mhmm, I've already told my lawyer to get on it." He explained and a few more things, "we'll just have to sign the discharge papers and her birth certificate tomorrow before we take her home."

It warmed his heart to see how much little bean is loved already. The first time he got to hold her, all of the air was sucked out of his lungs. So tiny, and she felt warm against him, just how she moved her head to find a comfortable position to sleep on in his arms, hopefully feeling safe and sound.

It was a rainbows and unicorns moment for him. He thought he wouldn't be able to feel that connection with her, though she's a whole new person. He needs time to get to know her. It was all unexplainable.

It made him furious seeing how she's been treated by some of the nurses today, but it all sorted now. He dropped a quick message to his assistant to get the Doula on board. He found someone just perfect. It was an Indian lady around his mum's age with decades and decades worth of experience. It would also make YN feel at home.

Even though he stayed away from making his own conclusions, he could tell YN was slipping away in her thoughts with the baby. He's seen how bonded she already was and he'd hear her randomly talking to bump, or taking pictures in the mirrors around the house. Her initial decision of declining his offer has always been enough to remind him. She held back on so many of her opinions.

He wanted to hear them all. He figured it would be very unfair for both baby girl and YN to be away from one another.

"Is it going to be me visiting her every weekend? Or how, how do you want it to go?" YN asked.

"About that..." Harry shuffled in his seat, which has been the same since they got to the hospital, right on the edge of her bed. "Can I hold your hand for this?" And he grabbed a hold of her hand which didn't had a IV needle in it. "Don't want you slapping me across the face."

"I would never!" She gasped making him chuckle sheepishly.

"Just kidding." He took in a deep breath. "I want to make that everyday. I'm going to be so bad at this, at least for a while. But I've grown fond of you. So, so, so fond of you, couldn't realise when I fell in love with you. I want to be with you if you want that. Things are not planned but they can be figured on the way. We can do this together." He doesn't even want to think about her rejecting him.

"Wait," a blank look on her face made him more and more anxious. She's just processing he reckoned. "You're saying you like me?"

"Yeah..." He tried to process her question too, "well, it's more than that actually."

"You like me?" She asked again, emphasising the first and last word of her question.

"Let's switch that like for love, then yes. Most definitely, yes!" He said, little firmly. She just looked so flabbergasted.

"So you don't like me?" She spoke overwhelmed of everything in that moment, "wait, what? My brain just... What?" That made Harry giggle.

"Is it that hard to believe I'd ever say that?" He asked.

"Never imagined you'd say that, to me." She scoffed in disbelief, she still doubts he might be pranking her.

"And why would you say that?"

"I don't know," she sighed almost on the edge of crying, "I've been nothing but mean to you all this time, even though I didn't mean to. I'm sorry I don't mean to cry either, I don't know what is going on!" And the water works started.

"Awh, darling it's alright!" Harry cooed and immediately pulled her in a hug, he recieved one right back, "today have been so overwhelming for you, I know that but couldn't wait till tomorrow. We have to sign up the paper work and I reckoned it would be bad idea to put you in spot on the last moment, in case you have changed your mind about anything."

"No, I, I will not." She shook her head now sniffling. "Did you really mean what you said?"

"Every single word." He placed a feathery kiss on top of her head. He would be contained if she doesn't feel the same way, he at least tried. "I love you. More than a friend, more than just being mum of our new girl."

YN squeezed him tighter. Would be too awkward to tell him she loves him too? Why would it be awkward? She would sound stupid, wouldn't she?

"I love you." She mumbled.

"I love you!" He chuckled softly squeezing her right back.

"Oh, my back hurts." She shared pulling away from their hug. Her back really did hurt, every bone in her body hurt in that moment.

"Oops, sorry," he helped her with the pillows behind her back.

The baby girl softly sighing in her sleep right next to YN's hospital bed caught his attention. Her small mouth curled up in a O as she let out a long breath.

"It's tiring being born, isn't it?" Harry pulled the cot closer so he can place a kiss on his baby's head. She squirmed raising her swaddled legs kicking him right in the face, earning a gasp from him. "Oh, now I know how your Mummy felt."

"Hey she's just a baby!" He heard YN from behind.

"Yeah you two are going to team up against me." He surrendered in defeat already. "Just want to hold her for hours."

"She'll get used to it and won't let you sleep." YN shared. He agrees. She needs space to grow, he can be smothering all the time.

"A little smothering can be excused." He shrugged giving his full attention to her now. "This is going all backwards, isn't it?" He moved closer, holding her hand close to his heart after he placed a kiss on her knuckles.

"Doesn't matter though."

"No it doesn't." He smiled at her. "It's nearly dinner time, the Doula will be here anytime now."

"You already called her?" She looked rather shocked, "whem did you do that?"

"Texted my PA, and I got a text from her when you were feeding Bean, firmly warning me from giving you anything other than water." He shared.

"She's going to be the ultimate mama bear." YN giggled.

She's seen her Nani, her mum's mum looking after her daughters and her grand daughters during their postpartum confinement. It seems to be brutal that she has to give up icecream for the next six weeks, and burgers, and pizza, and every one of her favourite junk food, nothing but warm healthy food she'll be eating. It's going to be tough, but she signed up for it when she agreed.

Of course it isn't her Nani so it's going to be different she reckoned.

"Are we going to keep calling her Bean?" She asked.

"Not quite settled on any names you picked out." He said, "which one do you like the most? You chose, Starla, Evara and Juniper."

"I don't know." She shrugged.

"Come on, help me out here." He affirmed, "you know we're in this together."

"Okay, how about you pick from Juniper or Starla?" She shortened the list for him.

"Hmm, lets see." He looked at the baby for a second and back to YN. "Looks like she's meant to be named..." She looked at him eagerly, so hoping he'd pick her favourite name, "...Juniper?"

"Yeah!" She exclaimed, beaming at him now. "Is she going to have a middle name? It's a thing here right?"

"Don't you have a middle name?"

"I don't. We use our dads, or most recently either one of our parents name on the legal documents and stuff, otherwise no middle name." She explained.

"Shes definitely going to have a middle name." He nodded, "I have it picked out already."

"You do?"

"Mhmm, it's going to be a surprise for you till the morning." He leaned in closer, hoping he could steal a kiss finally.

"Okay--" before she could say anything there was a knock on the door. It was the Doula.

"Hello, I'm Mrs. Nimrit Singh." The lady introduced herself. Right off the bat, she had a very homely vibe to her, "I am the doula you contacted."

"Oh yes, I am Harry." Harry introduce himself, "and this is YN."

"Hello beta." She greeted YN with a bright smile and a warm hug.

"Hello," YN smiled back, all of a sudden feeling her anxiety and stress about how she'd deal with everything related to her postpartum. "This is Juniper."

"She's absolutely precious!" Mrs. Singh awed at the chubby baby sleeping in her cot.

"She is." Harry agreed.

"I brought you two dinner." She said, "and I also be wanting to know when you two will be going home so I can prepare accordingly."

"Doctor Wilson said we'll be discharged by tomorrow evening." YN shared and few more things Mrs. Singh asked for.

"Okay then, I'll bring breakfast in the morning." Mrs. Singh announced, "and Harry I want you to make sure she gets enough sleep and she doesn't drink or eat anything cold, it's not healthy for her or the baby."

"I will do that." Harry nodded, "no ice cream for you then Missy."

"No!" YN whined.

"Just six weeks and you can eat whatever you want." Mrs. Singh assured her, it melted YN's heart.

"Okay." She made a puppy face.

They all ate dinner together, getting to know one another as they'll be spending next month and half to two months together. Mrs. Singh is a very lovely lady, calm and bubbly at the same time. She stood shorter, graying hair at her hairline, pretty gray eyes held so much motherly love behind them. She also wanted to in and check herself jf the house was ready enough for the baby and the mother, ready a warm bath and stuff. It was all new to Harry but YN seemed to know what she was talking about there.

Mrs. Singh bonded well with YN and Harry. Apparently fathers go through a lot too during the postpartum, so she had asked him to tell her anything which is bothering him like she's his mother.

"Mrs. Singh, our house keeper and chef Lizzie will be there by five-thirty to six tomorrow if you needed anything." Harry shared as the lady was getting ready to leave for the night. "I'll let the guard know you'll be there."

"Thank you." She smiled again. She stayed for well over three hours before she left.

"She reminded me of my Mumma." YN shared, "she talks like her. She's even got gray eyes like my Mumma."

"Yeah? That's nice, isn't it?" Harey went and sat back on his place next to her, "I quite like her too, love her jokes."

YN moved to a side to make space for him, she patted the pillow, "come on."

"You sure?"

"Mhmm." And he got in, as he pulled her closer with his arm around her shoulder.

"You know this is probably the best day of my life." He shared.

"Is it?"

"Hmm." He sounded in agreement, "just took me too long to tell you how I feel. You've been anxious all day today."

"It's nothing, I forgot about it."

"Hope you at least could experience this to the fullest." He looked down to find him already looking at him, "you know the birth and all."

"Well, it was too enjoyable getting ripped open down there, but once doctor Wilson placed her on my chest it was everything!" And she'd give everything to experience that moment over and over again.

"Felt the same way when I held her for the first time." He shared too, "she was still whimpering, but calmed down as soon as I held her."

"You're her favourite."

"Oh come on, don't be jealous." He rolled his eyes jokingly.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." She scoffed.

"Bean's mummy is my favourite too." He gave her a cheeky smile making her blush, she hugged him tight in response. "Hey, look at me please?"

"Yes?" She raised her head yet again to look at him action nonchalant, that earned a laugh from him.

"Promise me we'll give everything to make this work?" He intertwined his fingers with hers over his tummy, "if this, for any reason doesn't work out, we'd work together for Bean?"

Harry's anxiety about this has been all time high, since he came to terms with his feelings. He's been cheated on twice, went through messiest breakups, he wants Juniper to have the best life as possible. Regardless of what happens to him.

"Don't want to jinx anything. You know I've stayed away from all this for long now." He continued, "just to give this a try with you. Hopefully it works out."

"Why won't it?" She said, "I know I'm not in place to say this, but everything works out at the end and if doesn't it's fine. Well, I just need a moment to freak out a little before, you know that's just how I function. We can make this work."

"Don't know how you do this." He just shook his head in disbelief, not even twelve hours ago she has been freaking out, wanting be cut open thinking it'll be easier way out. "We can make this work, yeah."

"Yeah, that's the attitude!" She hyped him up. He knows it's her teacher side coming out.

"I didn't want it to be this way, but will you be my girlfriend, YN?" He leaned in closer to just feel her warmth.

"Mhmm." She rested her forehead on his. It was enough for him to make the first move, place his lips on hers. Butterflies made their way upto her head from her tummy making her brain grow fuzzy for a moment.

"Waited so long for this too." He mumbled before he was kissing her again, feeling her hand rest over his cheek. He eventually pulled away to let her breathe. "Think we should try and get some sleep?" He placed a delicate kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Yep."

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Harry and YN slept all fine the entire night. In fact YN was still asleep when Bean woke up. She was given her vaccines and checked on once again. She's all healthy and fit to go to her home. They were being discharged just before breakfast.

Harry forgot the car seat at home, so he asked Jeremy to get it who so kindly agreed too. Harry got all the paper work done, his lawyer had already had the previous agreement terminated first thing this morning.

"And what will be her full name?" The nurse asked. YN looked at Harry because she doesn't know her middle name yet.

"It will be Juniper Sophia Styles." Harry spoke, "or it can be YLN-Styles, YN?"

"Oh, I," she was flabbergasted again, "I, I don't mind."

"It'll be YLN-Styles please." Harry told the nurse, even spelled out the name. Just a few signatures later they were walking out with the baby and their stuff. Harry held the bag with his arm around YN's waist as she had Bean in her arms.

They're just gonna call her Bean. It suits her more. She is a bean.

"You picked my mum's name to be her middle name?" YN asked and she waddled next to him.

It is still painful to walk okay!

"Of course I did, darling." Her agreed.

"Is that the new baby!" Jeremy gasped.

"She is!" YN cooed walking over to him.

"Oh she's precious!" Who knew Bean would melt a tough looking six and half feet bulky guy awing like a little person, but she did. "Can I hold her?"

"Of course you can!" YN handed Bean to him carefully as she helped Harry with the bags. Yep, they came with one bag but are leaving with two as the hospital gave YN some stuff which she needs, like medications, sanitary products, there was a pump and jar or formula just in case. There was a lot of stuff.

The car ride home was peaceful and calm, Bean was awake just staring at her mum sitting next to her, but she's mostly sleepy. She's all bundled up even though it's a little warmer on Mrs. Singh's advice. She needs time to adjust because it has always been warm in her mummy's belly. Her tiny hands were in tiny mittens and there was tiny beanie on her head which her Aunty Gemma knitted just for her by hand.

Jeremy drove as Harry was sat in the passenger seat.

They're going home.

YN is both anxious and excited to see what life has in store in future. At least she wouldn't have to leave her baby and act like she doesn't exist for the rest of her life. That was like the universe worth of weight lifted off her back.

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N O T E :

Phewwww! It took longer than I expected to finish!

If you kept up with this story, this is the last part. There won't be more parts of these.

I might do little check-ins with them, if I get enough requests and responses. If not then I won't. I left it on an open ending.

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puppetwoman17 · 8 months

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You know, I’ve always thought of Michael Afton as the FNaF series’ anomaly. It’s why I refer to it so much in my fanfiction.

There’s the obvious bit, where he’s nothing like the rest. He’s no animatronic, obviously. He’s not like his dad or brother, who were crushed by spring locks and inhabited the suits they died in. He’s not a suit fueled by the agony of a child’s death.

But he’s not human either.

He’s somewhere in the middle. A combination of the agony of his death by scooper, of remnant powering dead children. And then there’s the obvious addition of, ya know, his insides being scooped out by an amalgamated system of robots.

Different from the rest. A man haunting his own body. Others are fueled by hate and a lust for revenge. But he’s alive just because of spite. Because he won’t die.

And when I tell you he was probably the most unexpected thing to happen…

He was some bratty kid, annoyed with his brother for always crying. Then the kid dies and he feels like the worst human being. Then he does whatever he can to set things right, like going down to find his sister. And then he gets scooped, and that just FEELS like the end, right? Like the last Afton is gone, like all that’s left is just William and the creatures he created. Animatronics possessed by dead kids versus a murderer in a rabbit suit. No one to stand in the middle and watch over all of it.

They needed a middle man, and they got one.

I remember when the story was first starting out, and everyone was wondering who the guard was. FNAF one, the last guard in FNAF 2(for some, not for others), and the guard in FNAF 3. I remember so clearly, we were wondering just why the hell this guy kept coming back, if he even was the same guy. Who would come back every night and come out the winner?

And then FNAF 4 came out, and we got our first look at who would grow up to be the protagonist of these games. It’s not clear though, we still don’t have the full picture.

And then SL releases, and FINALLY, we know. We have a name, a relation, and it blows the world of FNAF into a whirlwind, because the protagonist of Five Nights at Freddy’s, the thorn in the murderer’s side, someone who can take on so many animatronics and come out swinging, is the murderer’s own son! His first born child, back with a vengeance, and an inability to pass on.

He burned his own father, he took on the corrupt company he worked for and searched for the guard who left him tapes. He tampered with robots and burned places to the ground and did it all in a decaying body.

And it all comes to a head in FNAF 6, where we see all of his hard work come to fruition, and all of his skills are utilized to take on the monsters of his past. I’m sure no one in that town expected anything from a jealous, angry kid who “killed” his brother. I’m sure they hated him. I’m sure he was expected to die. But he still got back up. He became the anomaly, and he burned those mofos to the ground!

Fanart by KTK on Pinterest

#michael afton #william afton #five nights at freddy's #evan afton

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oh-saints · 1 year

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airport

rúben planned the trip to end up with sliding the 4-carat diamond ring he hid in his back pocket onto his girlfriend’s finger. spoiler: they broke up instead. and now the footballer was stuck in the airport until the bad weather cleared off. lovely, isn’t it?

rúben dias x female!OC

word count: 5.6k

note: happy new year to everyone but especially my boyfriend who’d once asked if i could make something out of our first meeting (i did meet him on a plane) so here it is! [thanks for breaking my writer’s block & enjoy ruben as he’s the only one you’d let me cheat on you with.] as usual, i happen to always write around dawn so ofc this is not beta-read but feedbacks are always welcome!

sorry bro, the ENTIRE city’s closed until the sandstorm goes away.

rúben groaned as the notification bar showed his manager’s newest message. things went spiralling down the drain so fast in the last 24 hours, his head couldn’t wrap up which one’s reality and which one’s not. he just wanted to go back home as soon as possible and throw himself to work—the only reality he knows very much real and sane—the very next day.

but they got to have a fucking massive sandstorm on the day he was returning to manchester.

rúben’s mood went from very bad to super sour in a split second.

he wouldn’t be like this, though, if his girlfriend of 2 years said yes to him last night, when he popped the million-dollar question every woman would love to hear from him, on the very place they met the first time. it didn’t make sense to him at all as to why she flat-out said no to him and scurried off like she’d caught fire on her ass when 2 days before flying out to their beautiful destination, they’d been seriously—and positively at that—talking about the possibility of marriage.

was it too fast? nothing was too fast, at least for rúben’s standard. if she was keen on spending the rest of her life with her, as she proclaimed to be, they could discuss more possibilities of what happens in their household as they go. no?

rúben had, in fact, contacted her to come back to the spacious villa he’d rented over the weekend so they could sit down and run over this like a pair of adults. after all, it always takes 2 to tango in a relationship—whatever relationship it is. rúben was willing to apologise first for acting rash, if it was the case, and made amends to what he did but instead, he found out she blocked him on every communication channel they used 15 minutes after he sent his first train of messages post-refusal.

maybe she wasn’t ready to talk it out like a mature adult solving problems. maybe she wasn’t the adult he was expecting her to be. maybe she wasn’t an adult at all.

his head was heavy and throbbing, his heart was pounding irregularly, his breathing was shallow. he wanted to scream out whatever he was feeling inside, in hope it could lessen the inexplicable emotion and the bitter taste left in his mouth.

the sound of a crying baby from afar nearly split his skull to pieces like he was being thrown a nuclear bomb.

he should’ve listened to what his brother said this morning; to not delay his departure after such a disastrous ending to yesterday’s evening. he should’ve taken the offer of flying private his brother could easily pull off with a call, if only the idea of being confined inside the small plane alone appealed to him.

he had the luxury, why bother flying couch?

it was the very question rúben had been dying to ask himself. was the loud noise of the crowd the one he looked for to drown in all the voices in his head, the very one kept asking and blaming himself of the outcome his relationship didn’t work well? was the uncomfortable plane seat the one he was searching for to ease off the niggling ache of his heart?

wait, since when was rúben gato dias a sappy boyfriend?

he knew he wasn’t heart-broken—it would’ve hurt him even more than what he was feeling—so he knew he’d survive this. give him time to work tirelessly and it would be the same as when a smoker puffed his nicotine intake out of his lungs. quick and easy to forget. but until this damn sandstorm walked away from the surface of the earth, would there be anything to distract him? anything to make his day at least better by a miniscule?

“sorry, is this seat taken?”

rúben looked up at the feminine voice, the difference to other hushed voices in the hustle-bustles of the airport was striking. a good surprise, as he could direct focus on his brain to be towards this lady instead of pondering endless what-ifs in his head, but a surprise nonetheless.

rúben wondered how she could ask such inquiry without a hint of questioning tone; she was all smiles, borderline confident the seat across him was vacant, but it didn’t come off as annoying. she was friendly, for the lack of words, and rúben sensed she’d only want to have a seat, as the café they were in was packed with people affected by the sandstorm.

so rúben shook his head to answer her question before unlocking his phone to let his family know he wouldn’t be coming back as scheduled. but as he was placing his fingers over the keyboard on his phone, he sensed someone was watching him, it wasn’t intently but it was enough for rúben to not ignore it.

the woman was still standing in her place, her hand remained on the skeleton of the chair. the smile faltered a little, however. “do you mind, though, if i sit here?”

rúben casted a glance up to meet her eyes once more, half confused as to why she didn’t sit on the chair in front of him right away—unlike what he expected her to be—another half was confused about her question in general. rúben couldn’t recall his memory of a time someone bothered to ask such thing to him, or any other person, regarding an unoccupied chair.

and weirdly enough, the woman had asked the question with an underlying concern behind her tone. as if it truly mattered to her about what he thought; that if he wasn’t comfortable enough sharing the space with her, she’d gladly move somewhere else rather than having her presence rubbed him off the wrong way.

was him sulking that palpable to everyone else in the room?

“no, please,” rúben managed to give her a tiny, pressed smile—the best he could muster with the energy he had left—and gestured his hand to show he didn’t mind her, in hope she’d feel more comfortable around him. after all, they might be spending the next several hours face to face. “go ahead.”

the smile went up a couple of watts again, and her relief unknowingly relieved something inside rúben too. “thanks.”

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rúben thought he would be spending his spare time bored as hell but boy, did the mother earth prove him wrong.

they didn’t share any words after their last interaction; rúben busied himself with his phone, the woman straight away pulled out her laptop and a notebook. the silent went on for at least 30 minutes before he noticed the woman going mildly berserk with whatever she was writing on the white paper from the corner of his eyes. hands furious, brows knitted together, eyes blazing crazy let-me-prove-you-wrong determination, lips bitten down white.

suddenly she went deflated like a swimming tube losing pressure, sighing so hard it blew the poor paper over. eyes closed in resignation, lips pouted deeply, valour escaped her entire being. she then stared at the numbers she scribbled down for a full minute, like it’d mean something to the eyes now devoid of everything, before starting to start afresh on another page of white.

scratched couple of number, jotted something else. a dozen times with a dozen of different facial expressions before she finally surrendered to whatever it was. secretly, rúben enjoyed the mini show the woman opposite him had been presenting. it reminded him of a pantomime show at a circus—entertainment of various expressions without words—but in a good way. but at that point, he was more concerned she was going to join another baby who was wailing from another side of the café.

so he decided to buy her one of the cake on display, in hope it could cheer her up, as well as apologising for the hostility he displayed the first time the fate introduced them to each other. maybe as a gratitude on the side too, rúben realised as he went on, that she was simply existing. in the rúben’s world, where everyone and everything almost felt intrusive and overwhelming at the same time all the time as they disregarded his privacy, people rarely ever did something without a hidden agenda.

maybe it was a huge leap of faith on itself but what did he get to lose now when it felt like it had been that way since last evening?

the moment rúben slid the small white plate towards her direction, those expressive eyes flashed him unspoken confusion. he couldn’t help but wonder what else and how far those orbs could convey words without words.

“you look like you need it,” rúben regained his place in front of her once more. “i hope you’re not allergic to chocolate.”

the gratitude gleamed from the same eyes—and she made sure he looked at it—threw him off guard, to be honest. he was expecting her to say something along the lines he said to her, not puss-in-boots eyes. “thank you soooooo much! you don’t know how much this means to me,” she picked up the utensils in a rush, eyes devouring the praline cake already. “i was actually thinking of buying you a coffee or something because i can be handful when i’m working.”

she was afraid she’d disturb his peace, on top of being scared she’d take up too much of his space earlier, when she barely made noise? but before he could voice out his curiosity, she handed him the fork, already scooped up with a cut piece of the chocolate dessert.

“where i grow up, we always hand the first cut to the person we’re thankful of,” she answered the question underneath the look he threw her. it amazed him that it didn’t take her five seconds to figure them out. “otherwise it’s considered rude.”

her way of thinking intrigued rúben immensely immediately, so he decided to ride off the high wave. “i hate to break it to you but my job requires me to clean healthy until i retire.”

“what the hell…” the face she pulled on resembled a famous are-you-kidding meme he usually found on his social media timeline and he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “i hope they compensate you well.”

rúben was about to throw a banter into equation but she stepped her foot on the throttle before he could. “what do you do for a living, if you don’t mind me asking? because i can’t think of a job that has strict and painful criteria like that.”

the footballer stared her down, a bit intensely this time in hope he could break off her character, should she turn out to be a deceit. this was one of the classic trick in the book; fake it till you make it. shockingly, she didn’t waver under his pressure and continued looking at him expectantly, like a student waiting for his professor to answer their question.

“i’m an athlete.”

it took her 10 seconds to digest he wasn’t kidding, that sports industry actually was that rigorous. she went white in aghast. “no way.”

rúben was stunned that she was stunned at his admission. “i don’t look like one, huh?”

“i was expecting you to say you’re a model or something.”

this time, the footballer couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his mouth. “is it too late to say that i model too sometimes?”

“you’re joking.”

the mirth and amusement stayed behind in rúben’s eyes as he shook his head one more time to answer her doubt. because heck, this woman deserved more than just a slice of praline cake for grazing her refreshing existence in rúben’s world.

“i’m so googling you,” the woman pulled her laptop closer, fallen papers be damned. “when you’re an athlete but you have modelling gigs already, you must be a hotshot.”

“eh, hotshot would be an overstatement.”

the woman shot him an incredulous look. “that’s exactly what a damn good athlete would say when praised. but drop your name, mister, so we can test out if it’s over or understatement.”

“the name’s rúben dias but at this point, i’m just flattered you consider me a hotshot,” and rúben wasn’t lying. he knows when a woman says one’s hotshot. “i can now rest in peace.”

“i can’t be the first one to call you—holy fuck,” her eyes enlarged so wide he was afraid it might pop out soon and dropped down to the gaping mouth. “you play for manchester city?”

she seethed an emotion he couldn’t recongise as she spelled out the name of the club he was now representing, and rúben detested the feeling already. one when he couldn’t pinpoint what she was feeling or thinking from what her facial features were displaying. “uh, i hope you’re not a manchester united fan.”

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praise the gods above, she wasn’t.

unfortunately, her ex-boyfriend was. it was how she’d come to know the world of football, including but not limited to his current club. she stopped watching when she got accepted for her job; the very reason she was flying out today of all days.

rúben learnt her name was adriana and she was a petroleum engineer, which explained a lot to her condition. the reason she broke up with her ex was due to the long distance and lack of communication. (in her defence, she couldn’t work on it because how am i supposed to search for another source of signal when i’m like one hour away from the nearest land?) the lack of signal resulted any form of entertainment to get limited, thus her not being able to watch football despite growing fond of it as the years went by. the last time she watched anything football-related was before the season 2019/2020 started off, and it showed why she wasn’t able to recognise his face.

but the work she was currently doing wasn’t something rúben regretted out of her job, unlike her ex, because he truthfully couldn’t imagine the boredom he’d have to go through if she wasn’t stuck with him in this sandstorm. if it wasn’t because of a work emergency that came up 2 days prior, he wouldn’t have discovered the world of engineering. she was forthcoming enough when he asked the details in what she does on daily basis, even went as far as showing the source of her mental breakdown earlier—which coincidentally confirmed his guess and he couldn’t contain the butterflies in his stomach for nailing the bull’s eye.

despite coming from 2 different worlds, literally and figuratively, rúben thoroughly enjoyed the endless conversations that flowed between them. it went from their jobs, to football in general, to f1 talks, to music, movies. she was genuinely curious to the healthy eating he’d been doing for years, he was equally interested about the things she did to pass time when staying on the off-shore facility or about the things she had to do to survive when a hurricane or some sorts came crashing down her unusual accommodation. she intended to download all his netflix recommendation before all earthly-pleasures were rid off, he aimed to make a spotify playlist to contend her liked songs.

when they found out the sandstorm would still be ongoing by the time dinner fell upon, they unanimously agreed to move out of the café to somewhere else where they served proper food. she needed her caffeine fix to fight the jet lag and he needed his protein fix before his trainer blew off his ears.

(lies. he did it because he wanted to take her far away from the eagle eyes that was starting to show their true form the past hour, complete with their DSLR cameras pointing at them. and away because he wanted to listen to her intently, for she could never bore her, and he’d hate it if anyone else got to eavesdrop how much of a wonderful conversationalist she was.)

she laughed when their chosen food served—she was only having swedish meatball and he was adamant on having chicken breast for his stroganoff, on top of ordering smoked salmon salad—because only then did adriana realise each of them lived off very different lives.

“i eat because i want to, whereas you…” adriana shook her head in disbelief. rúben contemplated for so long over the menu the restaurant provided because he was looking for ones that fit his diet and, in the end, adriana hadn’t seen so many greens as rúben’s plate. “i really hope it’s all worth it.”

“it is.”

with the way rúben looked at her when he said it, adriana could only pray for her life before rúben took all of her breaths away.

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“… announcement for passengers of Emirates Airlines on flight number 431B to Tokyo, Japan.”

adriana’s eyes perked up at the airport announcement, recognising it was designated for the passengers belonging to the same aircraft as her. a small panic rushed over her bloodstream, as it now dawned her how much time had passed swiftly, afraid that she wouldn’t catch her flight in time.

although she didn’t miss a bigger, more painful pinch on her heart that she had to end whatever this is she was having with rúben. she didn’t want this to be a one-time occurrence because it had been a while since the last time she was genuinely interested in an opposite sex—she’d been bereft of a figure with face she could tolerate and brain that could keep up with her to be called her boyfriend for years now—but she did realise that with them living two different lives in two different countries with thousands of miles and oceans apart, it would only be a futile attempt to ask him to try and work this out.

“that’s your flight, isn’t it?”

adriana’s eyes zeroed back on the very person that had filled her layover hours with so many anecdotes and stories from his footballing days that she felt as if she lived through those moments with him too. rúben was sporting back the tiny, pressed smile she found the first time she interacted with him hours ago but managed to vanish as they spent more time together. she hated it immediately. she missed rúben laughing and smiling so freely like he didn’t care if they got eternally stuck in this airport.

“yeah, that’s me,” adriana couldn’t help but give him an apologetic smile. she was apologetic for living 10 hours away from where he lives, for not being able to spend longer time with him; for this particular situation they couldn’t control, in general. “unfortunately.”

rúben muttered, “unfortunately, indeed,” under his breath and another pang in the chest didn’t escape adriana.

adriana couldn’t help herself; her hand reached his before she knew it herself, as if it was her second nature. “don’t be that sad, rúben,”

one moment he was pitying himself for meeting such a wonderful woman in the wrong circumstances, one moment his heart was galloping so hard at the way her tongue rolled his name perfectly. like she had known how to for so long, like she owned it.

maybe she had, effortlessly so.

“it means your flight’s coming up. you can go home, too.”

adriana didn’t know that for rúben, his now-burned-to-ashes home had now shifted into the very one rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb softly but firmly with enough pressure, just the way he liked it. he couldn’t help but wonder how her flimsy of a hand would look prettily with the ring that sat disturbingly at the bottom of his backpack.

the silent revelation stopped rúben’s heart for a second.

he must be going crazy. or desperate. or worse, both.

maybe he was indeed acting rashly to his ex-girlfriend, for jumping into conclusion she was ready for the lifetime institution of marriage when they had only spoken of it days before. he really should slow down this time around. he blew off one chance, he didn’t want second time—especially with a woman that felt so much like someone who would drape a blanket over him after a disappointing match, be it ucl final against real madrid or not, despite only meeting her hours ago.

“you know that if i could follow you, i would, right?” adriana’s heart skipped a beat, both at his submission and at his hand enveloping hers back. every inch, every angle, every curve of their hands fell together, perfectly fitting against one another, and it scared her because how could it be when their hand sizes were kilometres different? “i mean, you still owe me so many stories of your co-workers jumping off the rig for fun.”

“you can always visit me anytime for that.”

“or you can always visit me anytime for that,” rúben threw her a mischief smile, just to rile her up—and she laughed at him, pulling her hand back so she could tidy up her things scattered across the table—but deep down, he was serious. he already planned in mind to send her jet as soon as she was back on shore. “i miss you already.”

and he wasn’t lying. he hated the cold that swept over the palm of his hand as soon as her hands went back to the respectful owner.

“please don’t,” adriana chuckled at his words, hands slipping her macbook to its leather sleeve. “i will only annoy you if i’m around you 24/7.”

“better than spending the rest of my flight without a spectacular companion.”

“i’m sure there are tons of people dying for your attention now,” adrianna’s eyes signaled people behind them that took liberty to take pictures of him as if he was another of the world’s 7 wonders. he was amazed that she kept her cool the entire time, knowing the fans could be such a disturbance. “you can always pick one of the bunch.”

“but none of them is you.”

rúben harbored the tiniest satisfaction when her entire body went rigid at his words before the eyes he was starting to love slowly focused back on him. fuck speed dating, adriana was about to leave in less than an hour and he didn’t know how long it’d take him to see her again.

adriana had always appreciated when people went straightforward with her—her mother said it was the effect of hanging out with too many boys and men alike in the rig—but hearing rúben’s each and every direct take on her was a whole new level of game. she liked it, but she really needed to step up her arsenal and fast at that.

rúben’s one hell of a handsome face didn’t help to her advantage, though. she was glad she’d be boarding a plane soon because if she stayed for an hour longer, her mind would probably go astray every time she thought of a good comeback. god damn, those brown eyes that reminded her of dipping into a chocolate fondue and the tiny smirk only he could pull off and those stubbles she was itching to run her hands through and the unique accent that tangled british and portugese—they’d be the death of her.

“let me walk you to your gate.”

adriana was thankful rúben spared her the pain of giving him a reply to something she wasn't sure there was a comeback statement to that. “that’d be lovely.”

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

rúben’s father always said the right woman would prove herself worthy of him the same way a man would prover himself worthy of her. he used to believe it when he was a kid but as he grew up, now entering the stardom especially, he concluded that what his father said was only applicable to the lives of ordinary men. it had always been him proving her worthy instead of the woman doing the labour her own.

however, as rúben and adriana walked down the airport towards her gates with people flocking them as they went, rúben couldn’t help but get reminded of what his father used to say. adriana took the stride with pride, embracing this ugly side of rúben’s life that people always breached and forgot he was also a fellow human with a need to protect his privacy also.

she kept engaging him in small conversations like it was another day for her, as if it was actually that easy to be around him with cameras pointing towards them. she made it look easy in the process to tuck away the reality and instead focusing on rúben and rúben dos santos gato alves dias only. the one that adriana got to know the past hour, not the manchester city’s number 3 everyone else got to see from the silver screen.

that was when he knew she was worthy of the life he could give her in the future. because frankly enough, not everyone was ready for the consequences nor did they willingly accept the baggage that came with dating a footballer playing under a name as big as manchester city.

“this is me, then.”

they had to go through almost 40 gates to reach hers, yet they’d arrived? rúben started to question the concept of time his physics teacher used to teach him. “what a short trip, i expected 15 minutes.”

adriana scoffed. “it is 15 minutes to get here, rúben.”

for once, she hated her job, too, for making her a frequent flyer to a land so far away from everyone’s reach. whoever said distance makes heart grow fonder surely had never experienced living in an off-shore rig. she hated that the very particular fact already distanced her from rúben, whose hands were now tucked in his jeans. awkward, and rúben dias didn’t suit awkward at all. not after having him around her for hours without a moment of awkwardness.

oh, how much adriana wanted to reach those hands of his again. despite the crude surface due to grazing the hardness of green grass, it brought safety and comfort to her. a feeling she’d definitely keep deep down her heart.

“aren’t you going back to your gate?”

“nah, i’m staying until i know your plane’s taken off safely.”

another pregnant pause.

and rúben hated it. but he didn’t want to touch adriana once more, for he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from purchasing a one-way ticket to tokyo. or wherever adriana was staying.

“alright then, suit yourself, champ,” adriana corrected the sling of her backpack, and rúben was glad he wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what to do with the tension between them both. “i’m going now. thank you for the amazing time, rúben. i genuinely enjoyed it.”

rúben could only nod, terrified of the other things that might escape his mouth so loosely. so he chose his words wisely, “have a safe flight.”

adriana smiled to his words, but rúben noticed the smile didn’t reach her eyes. she was sad, and rúben badly wanted to suggest that they should be sad together instead.

the airport announcement boomed throughout the building once more. rúben watched she took a peak of the line behind her, the boarding counter now almost deserted from people, and when she returned her sight to him, he saw resolution behind her eyes. it was then he knew he was out of time to convince her to stay, nothing else would waver her.

but before he could act upon his thoughts, adriana beat him to it once more.

fuck it, she thought inwardly. it’d be at least christmas before she could see him again—that is if he still wanted her around by that time. rúben had shot his fire, might as well shoot her own bullets while he was in front of her. so she stood on her toes, in order to reach rúben’s face, but to no avail, it resulted her to only reach a small part under his chin, full of light stubbles but his manly smell intoxicated her beyond words. she was glad she could only plant a featherlike peck there, or else she’d be spinningly dizzy.

the movement was as fast as a thunder struck but being a professional ball kicker, rúben had trained his reflexes all of his life. before adriana could notice, rúben had placed his hands on her waist, steadying her so she wouldn’t fall back on her ass disgracefully from the loss of balance, despite being caught off guard.

her hand remained on his cheek, as she bid her farewell of “take care, rúben,” but he could take the impression she’d wished to elongate the moment. so she could take in the feeling of having him under her hands, so she could take in the feeling of having him wrapped around her for the first and the last time today, so she could take in the feeling before she had to be deprived of this until the next time they met.

so he leaned in, doing the very one thing he had been dying to do. he eliminated the thames-long distance between them, relishing the liberating feeling of finally having what he had been desiring since the first time she popped up in front of him, for he wouldn’t have the luxury to do this as much as he would want to. not until the next time they met. with his year-long schedule, she’d be lucky if he could sneak off sometime between christmas and new year.

despite their lack of time, rúben kissed adriana deep and slow, like they had all the time in the world. his hands were now respectfully settling on her waist and the back of her neck, angling her to a comfortable position for them both, ever so gently yet full of passion. like they had done this thousands of times before.

her head was officially spinning around to the point of no return.

rúben was taking everything she could give, no remnants left behind. every gasp, every suppressed moan, every hidden groan, every nip, every desire. he didn’t care if he came off like a dementor sucking a soul out of another human; he wanted this, he needed this. so soft, so sweet, so adriana yet her lips had a streak of him across them now. she was now tasted like him, sweet temptation and danger, all in one. exactly like the dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

adriana pulled away first, her brain alerted her it was time to go and that she also required air if she wanted to live another day. she opened her eyes only to see his already staring at her, grinning like they were not going to different directions, his thumb grazed her wet lips that was covered with them.

“text me before you take off.”

and adriana had already planned to spend the last of this month’s earning to buy the on-board wifi. “i’ll text you whenever i can.”

with one last kiss between them, adriana reluctantly let go of rúben and willed herself to take a step towards the boarding counter.

gone was the warmth she would now associate this city with, both the usual sunny weather and rúben himself. adriana wasn’t a fan of cold weather herself to be honest, today just added another reason to the bag. she had even longed the pricky sensation of his sheer, unshaved beard underneath the palm of her hands.

being taller than average, rúben stood tall above everyone else’s head and watched as adriana’s figure slowly blended between the crowd lining up for the plane they’d been waiting for. call him impossible but even from afar, rúben still couldn’t take his eyes off her the way they met the first time tens of hours ago—doesn’t matter to him if it was the small of her back, the back of her head. it was still adriana, it was still parts of the amazing person he got to know the past several hours.

as rúben prayed for his feeling to not falter soon, that whatever they were having were not just some withering memories like summer breeze, adriana looked back to his direction. spotting the gigantic portugese amongst the crowd, still standing and waiting for her until she boarded the plane like he promised, she grinned and mouthed see you soon as if they’d meet again.

rúben took it as a sign for the universe to act upon it and not just prayed it wouldn’t be a fleeting moment. he’d make sure they will meet again, as soon as his schedule allowed him to be, because this time, he believed what people said; with great sacrifices comes great results. and he, for god knows why, believed this time adriana was worth everything he did, does and will fight for.

maybe a delayed gratification was what rúben was looking for as the answer to his initial question.

#ruben dias #rúben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fic #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias angst #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias smut #ruben dias fanfiction #oh-saints writes #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias imagines #ruben dias blurb #ruben dias blurbs #ruben dias fanfics #ruben dias oneshot

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stars-n-spice · 2 months

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THOUGHTS ON S3 EP 05:

as always, spoilers under the cut and my thoughts are in no way coherent or in the order of how things happen in the episode

it's just me going to be screaming about whatever comes to mind as i type this

holy shit y'all new comfort episode just dropped!

kid you not, after seeing the episode i deadass went, "Wow, I'm so glad that episode didn't absolutely devastate me!" while I was like,, sobbing

whole episode i was either crying, screaming, or punching a pillow

can't even cry anymore, don't got no tears left

ANYWAYS

I AM AN ABSOLUTE FUCKING CLOWN FOR THINKING WE WERE GOING TO GET A PROPER REACTION/CONTINUATION FROM THE LAST EPISODE

OF FUCKING COURSE THEY WERE GOING TO SKIP OVER IT AND JUST,, FUCKING DIVE RIGHT IN. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

what is it with this show and having what would be emotional reactions to heavy things off screen???

fanfic writers you know what to do

anyways,,

Omega being back with Lula :( and her new outfit is so cute I love it so much :((

THEM BEING BACK ON PABU!!!! <3333 and still sleeping in their ship lol

AZI!!!!! HE'S OKAY!!! HE'S ALIVE AND HE'S THERE AND I LOVE HIM AND I MISSED HIM :((

Crosshair practicing :( and his aim just,,, getting worse :(((

CROSSHAIR AND BATCHER ARE SUCH A DUO!! I FUCKING LOVED EVERY MOMENT WITH THE TWO OF THEM,, THE LITTLE PETS AND SMILES CROSS GAVE BATCH UGGHH

will never ever ever ever get over cross and omega's dynamic,, I love them so much and I'm so glad he's back

I don't know how many times i went, "They're all back together!!" in this episode only to remember Tech isn't there and then sob violently

BUT ECHO FINALLY RETURNS - i'm kinda bitter about how he reacted to seeing Omega again because it seemed like,, like he was completely unfazed by the fact she was captured and sent to a hidden facility conducting god know what experiments BUT at the same time,, I could see it being that Echo always knew she was more than capable of escaping on her own so he wasn't too worried but STILL

"What no hug for me?" <- AAGUUHH,, and then the little smirk Crosshair gave after Echo's response,, they have no bad blood, love that

when Crosshair started talking about the facility I fucking KNEW he was talking about Barton IV and i was in so much pain,, agony even

Was NOT expecting them to return but I'm so glad they did because it played such a vital role in Crosshair's growth and returning to it and growing even more,, just,, aguughhh

WHEN HE FOUND MAYDAY'S HELMET,, FUCK FUCK FUCK minutes before that scene i was like "i swear to god if he finds something from Mayday-"

MAYDAY COME BACK YOU DIDN'T DESERVE THAT,, YOU DID SO MUCH :((

Hunter and Cross' dynamic in this was so fun to watch but also had me gnawing on my hands

could NOT get over the fact that they brought the dog with them on the mission, idk why but that's fucking hilarious to me

OMEGA CALLING CROSSHAIR "LITTLE BROTHER" AND CROSS CHUCKLING AT IT SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!

WHEN WRECKER GAVE CROSSHAIR BACK HIS ARMOR I FUCKING KNEW HE WAS THE ONE WHO KEPT IT AGUUGHHH

god I love Wrecker so much

"Omega trusts him and that's enough for me" FUCK

he wasn't super prominent in this episode but everything he did made me love him more

WHEN HE WAS DIGGING IN THE SNOW?? fucking lost it

THE HUG AT THE END???? FUCKING FINALLY???? THE WAY HE IMMEDIATELY KNEW AND HE JUST,,, FUCK,, RAN UP TO THEM????

like you can tell the whole episode Wrecker was just waiting for the two of them to work things out

i missed all of them so much

it was so good to see them all work together

GOD FUCKING AUGUUHH

THE FIGHT CROSS AND HUNTER HAD??? CROSSHAIR READING HUNTER LIKE A FUCKING BOOK??

when he started to blame Hunter for his failures?? oh fuck as an oldest child that hurt SO much and I was so scared Crosshair was going to pull a "You're the reason why Tech is dead" card

But your honor they are brothers, I love them so much

"i said talk to him, not argue with him!" - "he started it" <- crosshair you cannot beat the youngest brother allegations

hey Crosshair probably didn't tell his brothers about his shaky hands,, ahahahahahaha,aha,,ahh,,,ha..

lmao love that being in a life or death situation and saving each other from it was what made Hunter and Cross start to trust each other

this episode was so great you don't understand

and i'm so happy nothing like,, terrible happened in it

yes I cried a fuckton throughout it but,, at least Omega is still with them and at least Echo is back (for now) and at least they're slowly starting to make up and be a team again

anyways,, nice episode,, can't wait for things to just get worse from here

#tbb #tbb s3 #tbb spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #the bad batch #bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #tbb omega

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In tandem with my ramblings about doth being an actual separated au instead of a 'Donnie thinks it's a separated au' au and some conversation with @dryad-druid about that and Big Mama being an actual mama-yeah, I think I've thought up a pretty cool au idea.

(this is long. you will regret this)

So the classic Donnie gets separated from his brothers, Lou takes the other kids in the divorce and Draxum gets left with Donnie, but unlike other separated aus, Lou very clearly sees Draxum save him from the flames. But Lou's hurt, choking on smoke, holding three babies and Draxum is holding his baby and OH YEAH HE'S LITERALLY IN THE PROCESS OF MUTATING. Lou has to flee for the safety of his other kids.

But he fought Draxum and took the turtles for a reason, and every moment he spends with his three babies just renews his conviction. He can't let Draxum keep even one of the turtles, and he will not leave his child to the mercy of that monster.

He needs to return to reclaim his last baby...but he barely got out alive the first time. Not only that, but he has three little lives that depend on him now. Even if he was successful, they couldn't be left alone for long. And he cannot fail. He can't leave his purple baby with Draxum, and he can't leave his other children alone.

So he returns to the Battle Nexus. He tells Big Mama he'll stay, he'll do whatever she wants him to do, provided two things: she provides for his children, feed them and educate them and keep them safe from anyone who might try to harm them or use them for their own ends, including herself. And second, help him reclaim his child from Draxum.

Big Mama is ecstatic. She has Lou back right where she wants him, his boys are just the most adorable turtles she's ever seen, and she really doesn't like Draxum anyway. They get married, she gets the boys birth certificates or whatever and sets them up in luxury accommodations, and hires mercenaries to capture Baron Draxum and his remaining creation and bring them to her-unharmed, she stresses. The baby must be kept safe, at all costs.

Meanwhile, Draxum just watched his entire life's work go up in flames as he was violently divorced by the guy he sort of-totally had a crush on, who was also the father of his kids and kidnapped 3/4's of them, and is now left with whatever meager possessions survived the blaze, his gargoyles, and a single turtle.

And yes, this turtle fusses constantly and keeps pulling his hair and doesn't let him sleep for more than two hours at a time, but...he, weirdly, really enjoys it. Yes, he's exhausted and hungry and hasn't been able to take a leisurely poop in a week because the second he sits down someone starts to cry, but when he stares up at Draxum with those big eyes while he takes a bottle, when he refuses to settle down and fall asleep until he's in Draxum's arms, he just...can't help it. He's completely taken with this kid. He'd do anything for him. He's all that Draxum has left.

So when the bounty hunters come looking for him, intending to take his son away, Draxum runs.

Homeless, penniless, not daring to use even his name, Draxum goes into hiding with only what he can carry on his back and the baby in his arms. He unfortunately has to get rid of the gargoyles-he won't be able to pay them and they're too stupid to keep anything a secret, plus they sucked as nannies. So they go back to the gargoyle agency, and Draxum goes off into the night.

Hiding in the Hidden City proves difficult, considering there's only so many goat Yokai, and Big Mama's goons are nothing if not thorough. I thought maybe he could live in some fantasy-esque cottage out in the middle of the mushroom forest or something, and maybe he does for the first few years, but as Galois grows so do his needs, and he becomes increasingly harder to keep hidden. So Draxum retreats to the only place left he has a prayer of disappearing into-NYC.

Life on the surface is hard and forces Draxum to deal with-shudders-humans, but he soon finds himself benefitting from their kindness. A coat draped over his shoulders when the temperatures start to dip, leftovers from a restaurant worker who is supposed to throw them away but puts it all in a to-go box instead. He likes to think of it as fate, choosing the alleyway right outside their apartment the night before he was stumbled upon, but after the shock had worn off the couple was eager to help him, and neither they nor their daughter April treated his son any differently.

The O'Neils help Draxum get a settled in a recently vacated apartment in their building and things begin looking up. Galois and April become attached at the hip almost immediately, and though neither of them completely understand why Gale has to stay hidden, they listen to the adults. Draxum can pass for human even without his cloaking brooch, so he gets a part-time job in the evenings to at least cover some of what the O'Neils are doing for him. April goes to his apartment when she gets done with school and he watches her until her own parents get home, and the O'Neils watch Galois while his father is at work.

It's not perfect, but they have so many more opportunities on the surface. April struggles in school so Draxum offers to homeschool her alongside Galois, and her parents agree to do that for at least her elementary years. When April is twelve and Galois is ten, Draxum gives him his own cloaking brooch so he can attend middle school with her. It comes with a long lecture on how he can't let anyone know his secret, that Draxum was asking a lot from the both of them, but he felt like they were mature enough to understand how important it was.

So they go to school, then come home and learns alchemy and Yokai history from Draxum, Galois sets his curtains on fire multiple times performing experiments in his bedroom, and always seems to be learning a new subject from Youtube tutorials. Draxum gets a day job as a lunch lady and starts thinking about getting a human degree, so he can go back to doing science things or practicing medicine. Two decades ago he would have recoiled in horror if someone showed him his future, but he finds himself...weirdly content.

MEANWHILE. The rest of the boys grow up in a life of luxury, tailored clothing and endless servants and world-class tutors. Lou settles himself into being Big Mama's part-time champion and full-time trophy husband. True to his word, he does whatever Big Mama asks of him, so long as it doesn't compromise his sons. He fights, he smiles and poses for the press, he sleeps in her bed when she wants him and makes himself scarce when she doesn't. And he does what he can to ensure his boys don't get too spoiled. Taking care of them is the only thing in his life that makes him happy now.

But the deal he made with Big Mama chafes him at every turn. She said she'd never force his children to fight, but when Raphael begs her to put him in some of the smaller, no-kill fights...well, that certainly wasn't against the terms of their contract, and how could she ever say no to one of her turtley-boos?! Leonardo is clever, far cleverer than any of his nannies or tutors, with a skill in manipulation that would put most car salesmen to shame. Not to mention he's definitely the most handsome of his sons, with his bold markings and charismatic personality. Big Mama delights in parading him around, using him as arm-candy when Lou isn't available. And worst of all, she's taken to teaching him business at her side. She fixates on Michelangelo as well, but Lou can't really find anything to object to when she hangs up his artwork and brags to her dinner guests about their meal being planned and cooked by one of her sons. Still, he keeps his last baby close, so she'll have all the more trouble finding something to exploit in him.

All the while, he can't bring himself to truly be angry with Big Mama. She took him back, kept him and his boys safe when they needed it. She's his children's mother, they love her, look at all she provides them. He was the one that left those loopholes in, he was the one who failed his sons. He was the one who left one of them behind. He can't be angry with her, no.

But he knows who he can be angry with.

So that's how he passes the years. Watching his wife exploit the children she claims to love, reading report after report of every failed mission to locate Draxum and his missing child, taking his fury out on every mercenary that returns without them. He thinks about his last baby, what hell their life must be. How they must feel, knowing their father left them with a monster. He thinks about Draxum, the source of all his misery, who has eluded him and kept his child captive for thirteen long years. Lou waits. He plans. While inside him, a simmering hatred plants its roots deeper and deeper, and slowly begins to boil.

#if you made it to the end congratumalations #you win no prize i don't know why you did that #this is barely proofread so all the mistakes you see no you didn't #i spent so long typing this when i could have been working on the next chapter #anyway going to bed now

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magicalnightmarecollection · 1 year

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Hello ! I may leave a requst.

Y/n, reader, or whatever, takes a long and needed vacation. The turtles brothers' react when they get to see them again !

Gender of the reader can be gender neutral or male .

Thank you for taking your time to read this !

Have a great day.

I apologize for this taking so long my motivation ran away but here it is!✨ (I had major burnout before finishing this and publishing it so i deeply apologize for the very very long wait

School has been really hard for you lately and you needed a very long break. The bad thing is, is that you can't just leave your turtle boyfriend alone without telling him. So you pack your bags and go to say farewell to your boyfriend. Then head of to (your place of choice)

Donnie

Donnie would be very sa if you left but would try to play it off like everything is fine (poor bby :()

Anyways while you were gone his brothers knew not to tease him so insted he just kept himself really busy with gadgets and missions

He tried text you one the T-phone but decided not to since he didn't want to bother

When you actually came back he didn't even notice since he was in his lab till some turtle said your name he rushed out of his lab seeing that you were already headed there

He ran up and hugged you as tight as he could happy to see you finally back

Raph

Raph to say was a little angry when he heard that you were leaving for a vacation but silently expected your break

While you were gone he worked and trained relentlessly to get his mind off of your absence

His brothers were surprised to say the least that Raph was acting like this since you've only been gone for around a week

A few hours before you got back Raph sat the complicating wether school was the real reason you left or was it because of him

Once you finally got back he was closed off trying not to bother you letting you say hi to everyone before him since they all ran to greet you as soon as you walked in the lair

When you noticed that Raph wasn't there to greet you, you excused yourself from everyone else and ran to Raph and gave him a big hug

Raphs green eyes widen before he tightly wraps his arms around you welcoming you home

Mikey

As soon has he heard the rumor that you'd be going on a vacation he clininged on to you like a koala till you finally had to leave

All his brothers had to try and pry him off of you till Splinter had to step and say "Michelangelo get off Y/N please."

Finally Mikey let go and you were finally able to leave to enjoy your vacation as soon as you walk out the lair Mikey is already crying crocodile tears saying he's missed you and that you've been gone for hours

Eventually he calms down distracting himself with pizza and games, a few hours late you finally text him that you've landed

Ever since then he's been texting calling, and facetiming you your whole vacation

It was the last day of your vacation and Mikey couldn't wait till you got back he even slept on the couch to make sure that he would be the first to greet you when you came to the lair

You finally walked through the entrance and Mikey jumped and huged you before anyone could even get bear you

The both of you even fell back behind the entrance the brothers laughed and teased Mikey on how much he's missed you, you said you missed him to

Leo

Once Leo heard that you'd be going on a vacation he completely understood and even helped you pack for the trip because as older brother and leader he understood that sometimes you need a break

Once you had left you sent him pictures and talked about all the amazing things you did, then one day while you were texting each other you said that you missed him Leo came to the realization that he missed you to and had become quite lonley without you

After that he would sometimes tend to start the conversation to instead of you always opening with what you did on the trip

One the last day of your break Leo made everything was organized and ready to go so you wouldn't come back stressful

When you got back you immediately ran towards him bombarding him with stories and give him little trinkets and gifts

Leo enjoyed every moment of it and laughing when his brothers asked where their presents were, Leo smiled fondly at you as you gave each and every brother their own gift.

#x male reader #tmnt 2012 #2012 donatello #x gn reader #donnie x reader #2012 tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #2012 mikey #2012 raph #2012 leo

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undertale-writing-times · 9 months

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May I ask for the new soulmate prompt with stretch?

You may :)

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Learning that any pain he felt, his 'soulmate' would feel the same pain, made Stretch nervous. Why was that a thing? Was it so you could protect them? Yeah, that's great and all but you know what? It could have started AFTER they met each other.

At first, he wasn't too nervous about it. A small cut here and there, a bruise here, a mark there. Simple stuff... but then the resets started to happen. He kept dying and getting hurt, and he knew that his future datemate would feel that, and they most likely remembered everything.

Unless the resets affected them as well? Would they be a monster or... a human? He liked monsters more than he liked humans but hey, maybe... it would work out well?

Sometimes he would keep an eye out for anyone that had matching marks to him, and if he ever hurt himself on accident, he would look around to see if anyone reacted... even if he was alone.

At times, when he felt pain but there was no reason for it, he would smile. It meant that his datemate was still alive. If it was a big pain he wouldn't be as happy and be worried about them but there wasn't anything he could do.

And he hated it.

He wished that there was something he could do to stop the pain, stop the resets. Nothing he did stopped it though! It was... it was maddening.

The only thing holding him together was his brother and how excited he was to get to the overground, and the rabbit that understood where he was coming from.

He spoke about this cat that was his soulmate, the nice cream guy. A rabbit and a cat, who would have guessed that?

Stretch spoke about what he would want from a datemate, how someone would have to be to catch his eye... if he even wanted a soulmate. The bunny dude told him that it was sorta, you know, a sealed deal.

You can't just NOT have a soulmate. It's part of you, it has to be part of you. He said that he knew, but he could still think.

"Yeah, whatever you say, dude," he says, blowing out smoke, and looking up at the roof. Stretch watched as the smoke disappeared.

He should go to Muffet's.

That had been months and months ago, more resets happened, until this one. In this one, they got above ground, and the kid said that they were sorry to him about the resets, and explained that they weren't going to do it anymore.

This was the last one and even broke the reset button to prove it. "Now... I can't reset any more. This is it"

He felt like he wanted to cry when he saw them do it. It scared him, but damn it, if he wasn't happy too! This was finally it! They... they were free.

He went home that night and hugged his brother for the first time in... a long time. Really hugged him, and Blueberry asked him if he was okay. What's wrong? Why are you wet? Yeah, Stretch was crying.

And then he met them.

It was on a day just like all the others above ground, he went to therapy, went to the store, and went home. Yet, when he went to the store; he bumped his leg against the edge of the holder of oranges, making a soft hiss sound between his teeth.

"Shit" he mumbles, but paused when he heard someone else make the same sound, and he turns his head to see them rubbing their leg. The same spot that he hit.

Wait...

He slowly moves his hand to hit it against the counter, just hard enough to cause a small amount of pain, and they change their attention to their hand. They were frowning a little, rubbing it.

Holy shit... that was his soulmate!

He gulps down his nerves, his eyes shooting down to the handbasket. Should he go to talk to them? Should he just... leave? What should he do? Slowly he stood up, picked up his basket, and walked over to them.

"You okay?"

They jump, looking over at him, making a soft sound when they saw him. Most likely, you know, cause he's a monster. Humans were still trying to get used to that idea. "Uh... Yeah, I'm fine. I guess my soulmate bumped into something" they let out a little laugh.

He copied the small laugh, nodding a little, his cheeks flushing "Yeah I... I'm sorry about that" he clears his throat, "Gotta... hand it to ya, you're good at handling that sorta stuff" he couldn't stop the puns, not his fault. "I'm Stretch I think I might be your soulmate"

Damn it Stretch, why are you being so forward? He thought to himself, his mind rushing with different thoughts. What if they called him crazy and left?! He should have made more small talk.

Now just to wait and see how they react...

#Stretch #Stretch X Reader #Reader X Strech #Soulmate #Soulmate AU #Soulmates #Soulmate Prompts #Undertale AU #Undertale Alternate Universe #Undertale Alternate Timeline #Undertale AUs #Undertale Imagines #Undertale Ask #Undertale Ask Blog #Ask blog #Undertale Fanfics #Underswap #Underswap Papyrus

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Dog Pile (Bat Boys as a found family)

Summary: Rhys returns from Under the Mountain and the bat boys have a cuddle party to welcome him home. (This is Cassian's POV)

Word Count: 1717

Warnings: panic attack

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hey ya'll, this is just a small thing i came up with in my free time. i planned to add az's pov, but then the motivation died, so im posting just cassian's instead. hope you enjoy <3

i might be working on a little... azris and azrielxreader. because i have no self control. idk, we'll see if it wants to get finished lmAO

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Cassian had been training at the House of Wind for longer than he should’ve been to recover quickly. But this was typical for him. He’d failed Rhys, so he had to pay for it.

But he felt something off today. Then the magic in the air seemed to starkly increase—and then that shield they kept them in Velaris vanished.

Cassian knew what that meant. He dropped his sword and didn’t even bother to put on a shirt before he was diving off the edge of the House of Wind and plummeting through the air, heading towards the Townhouse.

His wings felt like they were breaking when he pulled up and landed heavily on the cement outside. Then he tore open the door and ran in.

His brother was there. Paler, and with a tear-stained face partially buried in Mor’s shoulder—but he was there. Rhys was back. Rhys was back.

Cassian bolted over and fell to his knees beside his brother and Mor, throwing an arm over both of them as he dragged Rhys into a hug.

“You’re back,” Cassian breathed. He could feel tears forming in his own eyes. “You’re back,” he repeated.

Rhys raised his head slightly to meet Cassian’s eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, and then let his head fall limply across whatever was there. Mor’s shoulder and his arm.

“Don’t you even fucking try to apologize,” Cassian growled. “Never.” He brought his wings forward to blanket Rhys. Tears began to slip off his cheeks. “You’re back. That’s all that matters to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Rhys whispered again, body shaking.

Mor met Cassian’s eyes, also tear-streaked. Then another boom sounded from outside and the final brother ran into the room, looking wildly out of place as his hair was thrown up everywhere and he looked unsteady. But no matter for the shadowsinger, because he instantly crowding up on Rhys’s other side and did the same as Cassian to wrap his arms around him.

“You fucking asshole,” Azriel muttered and then buried his face into Rhys. Their High Lord did the same, shaking and crying and overwhelmed, but he attempted to wrap some part of himself around them.

“Don’t do that again,” Cassian begged. He couldn’t do that again. He couldn’t do 49 years without knowing what was happening to Rhys and having no way to rescue him, despite knowing for sure he was being tortured in some way.

They sat there for probably the better part of two hours. Amren had appeared from somewhere, sulking from where she leaned up against the wall. Cassian knew she was going to greet Rhys whenever he got out of the hug Azriel and Cassian had him in with Mor.

Rhys tilted his head up at last and pulled away slightly. Cassian relented, folding his wing back and releasing his hold, but keeping a hand on Rhys’s shoulder.

“Welcome home High Lord,” Amren said.

Rhys looked up at Amren and dipped his head.

“You’re so pale,” Azriel stated.

“That’s what 49 years under a mountain does to you I'm afraid,” Rhys tried to joke.

“Don’t ever do that again boy,” Amren scolded. “Don’t ever lock us up and stay under a mountain for 49 years where we don’t even known whether you’re fucking alive or not.”

Cassian knew that was about all the care you were going to get out of Amren. She showed her care by pointing out how much of a idiot you were. Rhys had been one fucking idiot.

“I’m sorry,” Rhys whispered, lowering his head in shame.

Cassian whacked his head. “I said no apologies,” he scolded. Cassian might feel the same as Amren, but after what Rhys might’ve gone through? He did not say any apologies. None. None. Cassian vowed to make sure it stayed that way.

“Sorry,” Rhys said, a little grin appearing on his face.

“I’ll make you pay for every apology you make about this shit in training,” Cassian growled. “So stop while you’re ahead.”

“I agree with Cass,” Azriel said.

For more than a few moments, they just sat there and took in the fact that Rhys had returned. Cassian was worried about how his brother might’ve changed. What might’ve happened to him. He didn’t dare ask though. He would never dare to ask. Only when Rhys was ready would he hear the story of Under the Mountain. Otherwise, he’d live off the rumors and stories of others.

Eventually, the only one with a sense of mind left, Amren, decided that it was dinner time. Cassian’s knees ached when he stood, but he didn’t care in the slightest. Dinner was mostly silent. Likely, everyone was wondering the same thing: What happened? But nobody dared breach the subject, for fear of ruining something. Rhys didn’t speak either. He seemed distant and withdrawn. Cassian worried for him.

That night, Cassian went to his room, and stared at the bed blankly. He didn’t know how long he’d stood there until he heard sobs coming from somewhere near.

He didn’t waste a beat in escaping his room and running for Rhys’s bedroom.

The door was already ajar, and there were two winged figures on the floor. Rhys had his head buried in his hands and Azriel kneeled in front of him, hand on his shoulders, squeezing tightly.

Cassian ignored his protesting knees as he too joined the two on the ground.

He glanced at Azriel for an explanation, or something on how to help, but Azriel’s face just tightened and he shook his head. Either Azriel didn’t know, or wouldn’t mention the subject again for fear of triggering Rhys. But even Azriel was pained from watching this.

“We’re here,” Cassian whispered, placing a hand on Rhys’s shoulder as well. “You’re home.”

Rhys sobbed louder. His wings fell limp to the ground from the force of it.

Cassian heard his brother muttering something through his sobbing. A phrase, repeated over and over again.

I’m sorry.

Cassian felt his heart break. Rhys had gone through so much pain at the hands of that witch. He assumed she was dead, but if he could, he would revive her just to let him and Azriel have a go.

It took a while for Rhys to calm down, but every broken cry wormed its way into Cassian’s heart and broke it more and more.

When Rhys could breathe at last, Cassian could think of only one thing to offer at this point. It was a thing they used to do in their childhood, and when they had returned from the war, or just something they did at the cabin to warm up from a cold flight.

“Dog pile?” Cassian asked, glancing at Azriel.

Azriel’s lips tightened, but he nodded after glancing at Rhys.

Rhys sat up more, removing his hands from his face and looking at them both. Cassian made sure his face was schooled with care and concern and overwhelming love for his brother.

“Dog pile,” Rhys repeated in agreement.

Cassian grinned. “Come on then!” He said determinedly, standing up and facing the huge bed in the room. “Rhys, you get first dibs on choosing where you lay.”

Azriel grinned mischievously at that. Cassian merely smirked back.

Rhys shakily stood, and in a brief flash of magic, his wings had disappeared. “Middle,” Rhys said.

The middle was always the best when they smushed in on each other. A dog pile sometimes meant literally on top of one another, or sometimes it just meant laying beside each other, or if they wanted it, or someone needed it, they held each other. The middle meant warmth and being between the two others.

“Get in,” Cassian said, grinning wide.

Rhys glanced at Azriel, who gestured toward the bed. Then, at last, Rhys climbed onto the bed, settling on the middle pillows. Cassian and Azriel both took a side, climbing in as well. Cassian was facing Rhys’s front while Azriel faced his back.

“What do you need tonight?” Cassian asked. Rhys might be uncomfortable with touch at the moment, and just want companionship, or he might want a hug. Cassian needed to know. He was prepared to give his High Lord and brother the biggest bear hug of all time or lay there and just be there.

Rhys glanced over his shoulder at Azriel, who’d settled onto the bed, and then sheepishly looked back at Cassian. Cassian grinned and shifted closer, opening his arms in invitation.

Rhys climbed into the embrace, and Cassian made sure that bear hug was the best one he’d ever given. His brother was back, and okay-ish. He needed a proper welcome back hug.

Azriel pushed in from the back and also wrapped around Rhys. “Welcome home Rhys,” the shadowsinger whispered.

Rhys leaned into Az’s touch and Cassian relaxed his hold to allow Azriel to slot in more comfortably.

Azriel glanced at Cassian over Rhys’s shoulder, lifting a wing in question. Cassian nodded. He might deny it in front of anyone else, but Azriel did have the biggest wings, which were best to wrap around all three of them.

Rhys hummed when the darkness of Azriel’s wing blocked out the remaining fae lights in the room.

“Thank you,” Rhys whispered. “I didn’t want to be alone again.”

Azriel sternly replied, “No. Don’t thank us, Rhys. Just let us be there for you. Anytime.”

“Anytime,” Cassian agreed. “If you want us to cuddle you at night and then beat you back into shape during training, we’ll do it.”

Rhys chuckled, a small smile appearing on his face in the dark. Cassian smiled as well, glad to at least have made something better. “Training might have to wait. We have a court to get back up and running.”

“Worry about that later,” Azriel scolded. “Sleep now.”

“We’ll help you handle everything,” Cassian promised. “But I agree with Az. Later.” He squeezed his hand on Rhys’s back tighter to prove his point.

“Busybodies,” Rhys said, amusement flickering in his voice.

Then it fell silent. The only noises being the slowing breathing of three Illyrian bastard brothers filling the darkness. And when Rhys awakes, terrified from a nightmare? Cassian and Azriel are there to comfort him. Rhys kept mumbling something about a “she” who might’ve been Amarantha or some other female, never saying anything more.

Cassian and Azriel held Rhys close for the entire night.

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Tagged in all ACOTAR Stories: @bunnymallowo, @officiallyunofficialperson, @margssstuff, @rebloggiest-reblogger, @inpraizeof, @graciereads, @eos-princess,

#acotar #acotar fanfic #acotar fanfiction #azriel #rhysand #cassian #bat boys #found family #angst and fluff

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much-obliged-timothy · 2 years

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Whumptober #3

Devil May Cry - #3 - Impaled

“No. Absolutely not. The last three times you’ve picked the dinner place, we’ve had pizza,” Nero said.

“And? Not seeing the problem here, kid,” Dante said.

“Some of us want real food, Dante,” Vergil said.

“You know you’re making bad decisions when I’m siding with Vergil,” Nero said.

Dante waved his hand dismissively. “When it’s your turn to pick dinner, we can get…I don’t know, Italian or whatever it is you eat.”

“You’re just saying that so you can order a fucking pizza!” Nero said.

“Do you revel in being vulgar?” Vergil said.

“Fuck you, and fuck your brother, and fuck his pizza,” Nero said.

“Back on my side!” Dante said triumphantly.

“Hardly. He was insulting you, too,” Vergil said.

“Well, yea, but he only did it to piss you off,” Dante said.

“I cannot wait to leave this place and not see either of you for as long as physically possible,” Vergil announced.

“So, like, an hour,” Nero said. “If we’re lucky. It’s almost like someone summoned a giant demonic tree in the middle of the city and unleashed a ton of demons on it.”

Dante caught Vergil’s wrist as he reached for the Yamato. “No, no, don’t kill him. He’s got a point.”

“Will you both be quiet?” Vergil said. “And pay attention. The structural damage to this building was severe. The last thing we need is for one of you idiots to cave in the floor.”

“Idiots! He revels in being vulgar,” Dante said, and Nero snickered.

Vergil ignored them and kept walking. The two were beginning to joke with each other, probably at Vergil’s expense, their quiet laughter filling the otherwise silent building.

Dante made an odd noise and Nero began laughing loudly, smacking Dante in the arm repeatedly. Vergil glared at them in irritation.

He didn’t understand it. Yes, Nero had known Dante longer. But they were…close. They cared for each other. They got along well.

He would’ve suspected Dante was the boy’s father. They acted more like father and son than Vergil could ever dream of between himself and Nero.

No, it didn’t matter. Nero might be his, but he’d only met the boy recently. They were practically strangers, even after working together frequently to clean up the mess Vergil had caused.

Strangers.

Vergil had a family again, but he was still on his own.

He shook it off for now. Nothing to be done about it; Nero clearly preferred the company of his uncle to that of his father. So be it. It was certainly nothing new. Dante had always been the more liked of the twins.

They were halfway across the room, Nero and Dante laughing together again, when the floor gave out.

It was sudden, just an alarming rumble before the whole thing gave out. Nero jerked forward, trying to catch Dante’s arm.

Vergil grabbed Nero around the chest and threw him clear of the cave-in, barely managing to use his momentum to get himself clear. He hit the ground hard, immediately dragging himself away from the crumbling floor.

“Dante!” Nero cried, running back at the hole in the floor.

Vergil caught him again. “Stop! The structure is compromised! We cannot be reckless.”

“But-” Nero was anxious, eyes locked on the hole. “Fine. Yea, fine. But we need to go check on that idiot.”

Vergil slowly released him. When Nero didn’t dart off again, Vergil dusted himself off and cautiously moved to the edge. Nero followed him, both ready to spring away if their weight caused more of the floor to break off.

Vergil found a sturdy spot near the edge to gain a little pressure on. He leapt forward and into the hole, catching himself on a piece of rubble.

“Nero,” he called.

Nero jumped down a moment later, Vergil ready to grab him if he slipped towards the protruding support beams on the ground. Nero looked around, eyes going wide.

“Oh, shit,” he hissed, rushing forward.

Vergil turned and froze. Dante laid sprawled along the ground, hands weakly prying at his neck.

His neck, which had been impaled by a thin yet sturdy metal pole.

Nero dropped to his knees at Dante’s side, pushing his hands away to inspect the injury. “Shit. Vergil!”

Vergil forced himself to get moving. Dante would be fine. Yes, it looked bad, but the bastard had been through worse and come out annoyingly fine.

Only as Vergil moved closer, he realized Dante was wheezing for breath, blood spurting from where the pole protruded from his throat. Nero had gotten his hand around it, trying to stop the bleeding without causing Dante more pain.

“Vergil, what do we do? How do we help him?” Nero demanded, voice tight with worry.

Vergil knelt beside him and unthinkingly placed a hand on Nero’s shoulder. “Move your hand. Let me see.”

Nero moved his hand away, revealing how bad the damage was. Vergil grimaced and gestured for Nero to cover it again.

“Quite the mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Dante,” Vergil said. “Nero, we’ve got to get him off of it. If he takes his devil form quick enough, he should be able to heal.”

“Should?” Nero said.

“I’ve stabbed him before and he lived. I’m basing my theory on that,” Vergil said. At Nero’s expression, Vergil couldn’t help but feel…well, a little bad. “He’s survived worse, Nero.”

“You better survive this, you asshole,” Nero said to Dante. “And then I’m never letting you live it down. You hear me? I’m telling Trish and Lady all about your dumbass falling and getting impaled through the throat.”

Nero looked over, startled. Vergil was confused at first, until he realized, with a shock of embarrassed horror, that he’d squeezed Nero’s shoulder. He hastily dropped his hand.

“Get your hands under his head. Dante.” Vergil slapped Dante’s cheek - light enough that Nero didn’t whine about him doing it - and grabbed his shoulders. “Dante can you hear me? We’re going to pry you off this pole. You need to take your devil form.”

He couldn’t tell whether Dante was responsive or not. He refused to acknowledge the spike of worry in his own chest. Bad enough to deal with Nero’s anxiety.

“Ready?” Vergil said to Nero.

“Come on, you bastard. I just…dammit, Dante, I just got a family back,” Nero said, shifting his hands under Dante’s head. “Get up, you lazy asshole.”

Vergil took a steadying breath, because that spark was catching and growing inside of him. Dante looked…bad.

“On the count of three,” Vergil said.

“Right,” Nero said.

“One…”

It had to work.

“Two…”

If it didn’t…

“Three!”

Vergil and Nero couldn’t lose anyone else.

#whumptober2022 #no.3 #impaled #devil may cry #fic writing #Nero Sparda #Vergil Sparda #Dante Sparda #dmc nero #dmc vergil #dmc dante #jtdoeswhumptober

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Therapy - Winchester Brothers Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Therapy

Pairing: Winchester Brothers X Child!Reader (18)

Word Count: 4,688 words

Warning(s): arguing, crying, mentions of torture/abandonment/major character death

Summary: (Season 13, Episode 4) The brothers and (Y/n) decide to bring Jack along for their first hunt. It ends up digging into wounds that had been ignored.

Author's Note: Might be the last season 13 imagine for a while. I think I'm heading to season 7 next.

Find more of this OC here!

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I didn't realize how hard it was going to be for me to get back into hunting when I got back.

Sam was trying to be nice and help me, but Dean and I kept bumping heads. It was rough. He just had this wall up to me. He hadn't apologized for the British Men of Letters thing. He refused. Acted like he could ignore it and I'd magically wake up and forgive him.

I wouldn't.

He betrayed me.

He turned his back on me and wasn't even brave enough to admit what he had done.

He just let all of it sit there and fester.

And I wouldn't let him back in unless he showed some form of remorse.

I walked into the map room just as Sam came in with coffee and breakfast. I grinned and nodded at him. Dean was sitting at the head of the table, looking over some article on his laptop.

"Hey," Sam said. "How you feeling?"

Dean stayed silent. I glared at the back of his head for a moment before forcing a grin for Sam's sake.

"I managed to accidentally get Jack to watch Star Wars," I said.

He chuckled, "Accidentally?"

"They walked in while I was watching Clone Wars," I explained. "I said it was easier for them to watch it themself. So… they're on an adventure."

Sam nodded before looking at his brother. I saw his smile falter a little bit.

"What you working on," Sam asked.

"Dead guy in Madison," Dean said bluntly. "Police say it was a home invasion, but neighbor claims that she saw the vic's dead wife leave the crime scene."

"Let's check it out," Sam replied as he made it down the stairs. He handed me one of the coffees.

"What, you ready to ditch Damien," I glared at Dean's nickname. He could at least have the decency to wait until I wasn't around. "What do you wanna do? Leave them in a ring of holy oil with some Netflix and a frozen pizza?"

"Ha," Sam spoke up before I could. "No. Actually, I thought we'd bring them along."

"Are you sure about that," I asked. "We still don't know much about their power yet. Might be risky."

"Yeah, hell no," Dean added. I rolled my eyes. Not what I said, but go off, jackass. "What, 'Adventures in Babysitting' the Antichrist?"

"Not the Antichrist," I corrected. "Kid's sitting in bed watching Jedi fights."

"Yeah, whatever, I still say no, thank you."

"Dean, we can't hide Jack forever," Sam argued. "And just keeping them cooped up here isn't working."

"Yeah, it is, actually," Dean said. "Wanna know why? Because as long they're here, then they aren't out there doing God knows what. So what, does this mean that your plan to bring Mom back isn't working? 'Cause I'll say it again: Mom's dead, Sam. Lucifer ripped her heart out. Now the sooner you can wrap your head around that, the sooner we can all move on."

I felt sick to my stomach. When did Dean start to sound so much like his dad? Was that a new thing or had I just been willingly ignoring it?

"So, you're saying you want to move on, from Mom," Sam asked.

"Right now, I wanna kill some dead guy's dead wife."

"Dean, that isn't what this is about," Sam sighed. "Jack needs to get out. They need to get some air. We all do. They're a good kid. Just give them a chance, please. For me."

That got Dean to finally agree.

I was quick to get my bag packed. Sam offered to grab Jack. I made it to the garage before either of them. Dean was waiting there too.

I looked at the floor, quickly getting in the backseat without saying a word. I only heard Dean sigh.

I only looked up again when the car door opened. Jack got into the seat next to me. I grinned at them. Sam and Dean were mumbling to each other.

"First hunt," I muttered, nudging them with my elbow. "Are you excited?"

"A little bit," they nodded. "Kind of scared."

"That's normal," I promised. "Hunting isn't a fun activity."

"But it can help people."

"Yeah."

The drive to Madison was quiet. Almost suffocating. If the bunker was tense, putting it into the impala almost turned the damn thing into a solid.

As we pulled up to the victim's house, Jack was digging through the fake IDs that Sam and Dean had made through the years.

"I thought lying was wrong," Jack commented. I bit my lip.

"All right," Dean ignored him. "Here we go. Victim: Wes Bailey. His wife, Erica, died six months ago. Heart thing, out of the blue. Question is why'd she come back from the dead and knife his ass?"

"People come back," Jack asked.

"When people pass, and their soul can't move on-"

"They're called ghosts," Dean cut Sam off. "And hanging around makes them go looney tunes. Uh... they go crazy."

"Since when do ghosts kill someone and then walk out the front door," Sam asked.

"Maybe it's a revenant," Dean suggested.

"What's a revenant," Jack muttered to me.

"More like a zombie," I shrugged.

"There's our witness," Dean pointed.

"Okay, we're gonna talk to the witness, check out the crime scene," Sam explained.

"You two stay," Dean leaned down to look through the window. I rolled my eyes.

"You two aren't getting along still," Jack noted.

"It'll pass," I said as I opened my laptop.

Like I did each time they brought it up. Did I believe it? I don't know. Did I think it helped keep Jack from blaming themself? I don't really know that either.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm looking through articles," I replied. "Any information we can find that is connected to this case, the better."

"Then, we should check the crime scene."

"Well, the boys are going- Jack?"

They got out of the car before I could stop them. I tucked my laptop away and follow them into the house.

Jack had stopped right next to a bloodstain. They reached out to touch it.

"No, no, no," I grabbed their arm. "No touching blood."

As we stood up straight, Sam and Dean walked in.

"I told you to wait in the car," Dean snapped. "The hell are you doing?"

"We're trying to help out," Jack explained. "(Y/n) said the more information we can get, the better."

"I was talking about news articles and related cases," I clarified, so the brothers didn't turn this on me.

"How is this helping out," Dean asked.

Sam held a hand up to his brother, "Dean. Thank you, Jack. Did you guys find anything?"

"Nothing new-"

"This," Jack pointed down at the bloodstain.

"We were only in here for a minute," I said.

I walked to a countertop while Sam talked about the EMF reader. I found a calendar with appointments marked off.

"Guys," I said when the EMF reader didn't work. "He was seeing a grief counselor."

"Is that important," Jack asked.

"The counselor would have all of the details on their life. Could be the culprit."

"How about we check the wife's grave to see if it's a revenant," Sam suggested. "If it's not, we'll give the counselor a visit."

We all agreed.

After seeing the body still in the coffin, we were on to the next theory. Dean burned the wife's body as a precaution and then we left.

The next morning, we got reports of another murder. Once again, Jack and I were told to wait in the car.

"Let's actually just wait here this time," I muttered.

Sam and Dean were only at the scene for a few minutes. They asked a few questions, checked for EMF, and then got back in the car.

We stopped at the police department. Sam ran in to grab a file while the rest of us waited outside. Dean sent Jack to grab him some food, making me roll my eyes again. Still, I bit my tongue. It wasn't worth it.

"Where's Jack," Sam asked as he walked out. I pointed to the food truck Dean had sent him to. "Dean."

"It's a food run," Dean explained.

"They aren't our intern," Sam said, seemingly exhausted with Dean's behavior. "I asked you to keep an eye on them."

"I can see them."

I scoffed before I could stop myself. I felt Dean's glare shooting into the side of my head.

"Jack keeps staring at me," Dean complained.

"Because they want you to like them," I spoke up. "Accept them."

"You know what, whatever," Sam held out the file. "Take a look at this."

"What is it," I asked as Dean looked at the file.

"It's a grief journal," Sam said. "Your theory about the counselor seems to be fitting pretty well."

"It was the same counselor," I asked.

"Mia Vallens."

I nodded.

"Shrinks. Snake oil for the mind."

"Or, y'know, licensed professionals that know healthy coping mechanisms," I corrected Dean. I read a few too many psychology books when I was staying with Bobby.

Jack walked over before Dean could respond to me. Sam handed me one of the drinks. I grinned and nodded as a silent thank you.

"So, say this Hannibal chuck is a medium, right," Dean said. "Pisses off a spirit. A ghost shows up, notches a kill, and takes off."

"What if it's a shifter," I offered. "Less complicated. She sees their life stories. We have no EMF."

"Either way, we can't go in as F.B.I.," Sam added.

"Alright, we have to go in as something else," Dean shrugged.

We ended up waltzing into a family therapy appointment. Pretty clever idea on Sam's part. Dean was grumpy. Jack was just kind of following along like a lost puppy. As we made it to the counselor's steps, I touched Jack's arm.

"It's gonna be fine," I promised quietly. "Follow Sam's lead. It'll all work out."

Jack nodded and stuck by my side.

Dean and Sam tried to talk to the receptionist, but the counselor stepped downstairs and looked at us.

"You lost someone recently," she asked.

"No-"

"My mother," Jack cut Dean off.

"Our mother," Sam corrected. "We're having a difficult time."

She invited us to her office to talk after introducing herself to all of us.

"Your mother, she passed quite suddenly," she asked as we all walked in.

It was a plain room. Gray walls with white furniture. The only pieces of color seemed to come from the books and statues on her shelves. Sam and Dean sat on the couch, Jack sat in one of the armchairs, and I sat in another. She took one chair that could easily see the rest of us.

"Uh, yeah," Sam said.

"Most of my clients are the same way," she explained. "No warning, no goodbye, no closure."

"Pretty much the same for us," Sam continued. "So, how does this usually work? With your patients?"

"Usually, they just start talking about the person they're lost."

"Oh, well, Mom was great and now she's dead," Dean snapped. "What's the deal with catharsis?"

"I'm sorry?"

"We were wondering what that is," Sam tried to save the discussion. "A past patient of yours referred us, she's a family friend."

"I don't talk about my patients," she explained. "And they aren't supposed to talk about me."

"Of course, but your process-"

"My program is a range of things," she cut Sam off. "Talk therapy, meditation. You ever journal?"

"Our dad did," Sam answered.

"I did," I said. "I fell off recently."

I ignored Dean and Sam's shocked looks.

"Dean," she nodded to him. "You journal?"

"Ever since I was a little girl."

I bit back an urge to snap at him. What the fuck was that about?

"You think this shrink stuff is a load of crap," she said. "Am I right?"

"How'd you guess?"

"Then why are you here?"

"Because we all agreed we'd give it a shot," Sam jumped in. I would beg him to let Dean sit in the hot seat a little bit longer. "Right?"

We all nodded.

"My brother hasn't been processing his grief," Sam explained.

"Really," Dean asked. "No, I'm good, actually. With death, closure, whole frickin' bottle of Jack."

"Are you," Sam looked at him.

"Yeah. Because I know that Mom's dead, and I know that she's not coming back."

I suddenly found a spot on the floor to stare at. I didn't want to be involved in another discussion about Mary fucking Winchester. She was the wrench thrown into my life. I could empathize with Sam and Dean, but I couldn't keep being reminded of her. Of all that she did.

"Okay, I hear what you're saying," Sam said. "I just wish..."

"You wish he'd be more open to therapy," Mia tried to complete his sentence.

"Sure. Exactly."

"Alright, this is a safe place, right, Doc," Dean asked. "Okay. My brother's delusional."

"Dean," Sam said.

"You said you wanted to give this a shot, right? Here we go. He won't even admit that Mom's dead. Won't even admit it. If he admits it, then it's real."

"Stop," Sam muttered.

"If it's real, then he has to deal with it. And he can't handle that."

"Right, because this is so easy for you, huh?"

"No, it's not easy."

"Yeah, but at least you had a relationship with Mom. Who did she always call? Who did she look to for everything? You had something with her that I never had. And now I'm supposed to accept that I never will have it?"

Sam stood up and stormed out of the room.

"(Y/n)," I almost jumped when she said my name. "How have you been dealing with this?"

"I... Well... I didn't have a great relationship with her when she passed," I said, feeling Dean stare me down. "She... She sided with some people who were really, really bad to me. She got Sam and Dean to go along with her. I left to stay with a friend. She passed while I was gone."

"You feel like there's something there that never reached potential?"

"I wanted to trust her," I blinked away the tears in my eyes. "She couldn't hold up her end of that."

"And Sam and Dean," she continued. "How has this strain affected your relationship with them?"

"Sam apologized as soon as he saw me again," I explained. "Kept saying that I deserved better. Dean... Dean hasn't said much."

"(Y/n) won't grieve because it's easier to see Mom as a villain."

"I never said that-"

"That's why you're still holding a grudge," he cut me off. "You want someone else to blame for you running away from your family."

"She wasn't my family. Family doesn't do that."

"Family doesn't run. They stick together. Thought you'd know better."

It sounded so much like John. Every ounce of it. There was no way he didn't hear it.

"Okay, John," I stood up, watching his jaw clench at the name I called him. "I'm done. I am so done."

I walked out of the room and met Sam near the water dispenser.

He saw me and immediately pulled me into a hug.

"I want to go home," I muttered.

"I know," he replied. "Just gotta get this job done."

I nodded, hugging him a little tighter. I stepped back slowly. He handed me a little disposable cup of water. I chuckled, thanking him quietly.

I took a sip just as Sam's attention latched onto the sign blocking off the stairs. I looked over at it before glancing at the receptionist's desk. He was gone.

I dropped the cup in the trash before walking over. Sam followed close behind me.

When I didn't spot anyone by the stairs, I climbed over the sign and slowly started walking up. I stopped a few steps from the top. There was blood on the banister.

I hit Sam's shoulder and pointed over at it.

He nodded at me, and we both grabbed our guns.

The upstairs was empty. The first door we checked led to a small bathroom. There was blood on the shower curtain.

As Sam turned on the light, I grabbed the edge of the material. After a deep breath, I whipped it open.

There was skin in the bottom of the bathtub. A lot of it.

"Shifter," I muttered as Sam walked over. "I knew she had something to do with this."

"You have a radar for shifter cases," Sam said as he used something to pick up a piece of skin. "Seem to catch onto them really fast."

"Thanks, it's the personal trauma," I mumbled before turning around to start running back to the room Dean and Jack were sitting in.

We froze outside the door for a moment before heading in with guns drawn.

"She's a shape-shifter," Sam said.

"No, no," Mia held her hands up and backed away toward the wall.

Dean pulled out his gun as he stood up and moved next to Sam. Jack stepped behind me.

"We found hair and teeth," Sam explained. "You must've shed your skin just a couple of hours ago."

"And here I just thought she was annoying," Dean muttered.

"What's going on," Jack asked.

"Doc's a monster," Dean replied. "She killed her patients."

"No," she repeated. "No, no. I am what you say, but I have never killed anyone."

"Then what are you doing here," Sam asked.

"I'm helping people. My patients. I shift into the person they've lost so that they could see them one last time, so that they can say goodbye."

"Well, Wes Bailey, Gloria Simon," Dean listed. "They're both dead."

"What?"

"Gloria was killed by her son, or at least someone who looked like him," he continued.

"Three nights ago, Wes was killed by somebody who looked like his dead wife," Sam added.

Mia seemed stunned. Completely caught off-guard.

"Wanna tell us how you're innocent again," Dean asked.

"Okay, um," she took a deep breath. "I have an alibi for Wes. I volunteer at the women's shelter downtown. I was there that night. You can call them."

There was a moment of silence.

"I know you guys are hunters," she said. "But please, I am telling you the truth."

Dean stepped out to call the women's shelter and check her story. It was only a minute that he walked back in and said that it checked out. I lowered my arm.

"Well, if you're not doing this, then who is," Sam asked.

Mia was silent for a moment, "Oh, God. I think I know."

She walked over to a metal drawer and pulled out a small box. She held out a photo of some guy.

"His name's Buddy," she said. Dean snagged the picture from her. "When we got together, I was young and stupid. He's a shifter, like me. The only one I'd ever met other than my mother. But he liked to hurt people."

"Did he hurt you," Jack asked. The first time I had heard them speak up since we walked in the door.

Mia nodded, now avoiding eye contact, "I left. Changed my face, my name. Buddy wouldn't just kill people. He'd ruin their lives. He said he liked to see the look on their faces when they realized they had nothing left. What I'm doing here... I know it can't make up for what... what he... what we did, but I'm trying."

"If it's him, he's targeting your patients," I looked at Sam and Dean. "He had to get in here somehow. He couldn't know enough about these people otherwise."

"Who else has access to your office," Sam asked her. "Your notes, your appointments?"

"Patients and staff are in here all day," she replied.

"If you had to pick one," Dean pushed.

"Uh... Tom, my assistant," she said.

"I'll check it out," Dean muttered.

"I'll come with," Jack offered. Dean almost stopped them, but Sam cleared his throat.

"Fine. Whatever," he muttered before he and Jack left.

"Do you have security cameras," I asked after they had left.

Mia nodded and walked us to a computer set up.

As we started going through the footage, Dean called. Tom had been cleared. All we could do now was hope that we managed to spot someone's eyes flash in the camera.

"So... tell me," Sam tried to make conversation while we looked. "How exactly does this work with your patients? You show up as their dead relatives, and they think what?"

"Honestly, they don't really care," she replied. "They chalk it up to hypnotism, a lucid dream. They explain it away because at the end of the day they get to say goodbye."

"And that works," he continued.

"People... we're hardwired to want closure," she shrugged. "You never got a chance to say goodbye either, did you?"

"There," I said, cutting Sam off before he had to respond. I pointed at the man we had passed on the way in. Sam rewound the footage. "Flicker."

"Who's that," Sam asked.

"That's John Dristoll," Mia explained. "I only started seeing him a few weeks ago."

"We need to track him down," I said. "Do you have an address?"

She nodded, going to grab a file. She handed it to us as we walked out the door.

We found the address pretty fast. The guy hadn't been too far from her office, probably hoping it would help him keep an eye on her.

I tucked a silver dollar into my hand as we got out of Mia's car and started heading up toward the house.

"The door's open," I said, jogging over to it.

"(Y/n), wait," Sam followed me. "He could still be inside."

"And leave the door open?"

"Ever heard of a trap?"

I paused, "Good point."

I pulled my gun out and walked inside. Sam followed close behind me.

Nothing.

There was no sign of anyone there at all.

We drove back to the office in silence. As we walked in, we both looked at each other. It was faint and wasn't clear, but we had heard someone yell.

I pulled my gun out again.

Sam took the lead, heading towards the office.

"Sam! We're in here!"

I grabbed Sam's arm as he put the gun away, "Dean would come out here. Or tell us why he couldn't. He wouldn't say something so basic."

He paused before nodding and holding his arm up again.

As we pushed the door open, Buddy- who had been pretending to be Dean- was thrown into the far wall. Sam pulled me to the side as a bullet went into the door next to us.

Buddy started standing up. Sam fired a quick shot at him as I started heading over to Jack and Dean.

"Are you okay," I asked Jack, touching their arm. They nodded. They didn't seem seriously hurt, just exhausted.

I nodded back and grinned at them.

I looked at Dean, "Hey, Dean."

I grabbed the sides of his face so I could look at him. I patted his cheek a few times. He blinked at me as he adjusted to his surroundings.

"There he is," I said. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I just got hit in the head really hard."

"Don't be a dick," I replied.

Sam tossed me the keys to the handcuffs. I undid them as fast as I could. I jumped a little when Dean pulled me into a hug. I slowly hugged him back. It was nice.

I stood up a few moments later, helping Dean off the floor. As Dean and Sam spoke with Mia about what to do with Buddy's body, I grabbed Jack.

We stepped outside the room for a minute.

"How are you feeling," I asked.

"Tired," they replied. "I... I used my powers though. They worked."

"I know," I nodded. "I'm proud of you."

"Mia... She took the form of my mom," they continued. "She let me say goodbye to her. Talk to her."

"How was that," I was already grinning.

"It was nice. Really nice."

I hugged Jack, closing my eyes for a moment. They deserved that. I was happy for them.

We made the drive back to the bunker that night.

After putting my bag away, I went into the kitchen. Water and sleep were the top of my priority list at the moment.

Dean was standing at the fridge when I walked in.

I almost turned around.

"Kid," he said before I had a chance. I looked at him as he closed the fridge door. "Can we talk?"

I felt a pit in my stomach.

"Please?"

I nodded.

He motioned over at the table.

"What happened at Mia's... that wasn't okay," he started. "I shut you down and I'm sorry-"

"You don't think that's why I'm upset, do you?"

"Well, I didn't think it was the only thing-"

"Dean, I couldn't care less about that damn therapy appointment," I said. "I care about everything before it."

He looked down.

"You keep trying to avoid it," I let out a sigh. "Nothing's going to change if you can't take some accountability for what happened. You worked with an organization that tried to kill me. You would've rather watched me leave than fought back against them. And then, I come back, and you don't say anything to me. You shut me out. Won't talk about what happened. You are upset with me for being upset about what Mary did to me. I can't win here, Dean."

He looked at me again.

"I want to trust you, but... I can't trust someone who won't even admit he did anything wrong."

I wiped my eyes, barely having noticed that I had started crying.

"I just want to know that you get it," I muttered. "I want the Dean who raised me back. I... I want my dad back."

"I am right here," he promised, leaning forward. I shook my head. "I... I know I messed up. And I should've talked to you and I should've apologized. Hell, I shouldn't have let you leave in the first place."

It was the first time in weeks that I felt like I was seeing a genuine part of him.

"Until you called me by my dad's name, I didn't fully realize what I had been doing," he continued. "I... I betrayed you. And I tried to claim it was for the greater good. I shouldn't have given a shit about that. Because you're my kid. You should've come first. No matter what. And I am so sorry."

Dean reached over and touched my arm.

"I don't care how long it takes. I don't care what hoop you want me to jump through. I just need the chance. I will do anything to prove that I am sorry and that I am on your side. I'm right here, kid. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you behind again."

I placed my hand over his.

"Okay?"

I nodded, trying to stop my crying.

"Come here."

Dean stood up and pulled me out of my spot. He hugged me tightly. I closed my eyes and hugged him back.

"Come on," he said after a minute as he stepped back. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the kitchen and into the library.

"What are you doing," I asked.

He stopped next to the table and held a knife out to me.

"What?"

"Sam and I carved our initials into this table," he pointed down at the carved "SW" and "DW". "It's your turn."

I grinned and took the knife from him.

I froze for a moment. I was contemplating what I should be carving. After a minute, I grinned and started carving.

I stepped back a minute later, setting the knife on the table.

"Three letters," Dean pointed out.

I nodded, pointing at each letter as I said what they meant, "(Y/n) (Y/l/n)... Winchester."

Dean froze for a minute before smiling and pulling me into another hug. I hugged him back.

"Love you, kid."

"Love you too, Dean."

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