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laurenairay · 3 months

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Lately you've been on my mind - E. Pettersson

I’m jumping in as a pinch-hitter as part of @wyattjohnston’s winter fic exchange, with an Elias Pettersson story for @typical-simplelove! I really hope you enjoy this Claudia– I had a lot of fun creating something from the prompts you gave me, and I was just so inspired that I wrote it all in one day! And thank you Demi, for being a sounding board for me as I put together my ideas.

Summary: Brock Boeser is the ultimate match maker – he knows he is. And he is determined to set his friends up.

a.k.a. you and Elias are both friends with Brock, and keep finding yourselves in moments alone.

Words: 4.9k

Warnings: idiots to lovers, self-doubt, Brock is a meddler

Title from: Adore you, by Harry Styles

2019 was already shaping up to be a fantastic year. The sun was shining brightly, the January air was crisp and cold, and you had Spanish Banks dog park essentially to yourself, seeing that it was excruciatingly early in the morning.

But damn if the views of the North Shore mountains weren’t worth it. Your dog seemed to agree, with the way he was running up and down the sand. You’d lived in Vancouver all your 20 years so far, still living with your parents where you’d decided not to go to university, and it was moments like this that reminded you just how fortunate you were.

Your peace and quiet lasted for all of another half an hour before you heard enthusiastic barking from behind you. Recalling your dog to your side – which only took a couple of attempts, which was an improvement – you turned your head to see what was coming your way, only to freeze at the guy you saw walking towards you.

A guy that was clearly the up-and-coming star of your family’s favourite sports team, the Vancouver Canucks. Brock Boeser, in the flesh.

“Hey, sorry for interrupting your quiet.”

His smile tightened slightly when he realised you clearly knew who he was, with whatever your face was doing, but you quickly shook your head to reassure him. No, he was here just the same as you, to walk his dog. You could be cool with that.

“It’s a beautiful off-leash park – it would be a shame not to share it,” you shrugged, smiling back at him.

Brock immediately relaxed, easy a tension you didn’t realise you had.

“Who’s this beautiful pup, hm?”

“This is Bailey. I’ve had him, like, three months now? He’s only 18 months old so he’s still learning not to jump up, but he tries his best,” you mused.

“He’s perfect…”

Yes, Brock was definitely a dog person.

“…a border collie, right?”

“Yeah that’s right. He was abandoned a few months ago at a shelter my mom volunteers at, and I barely had to beg her to let me adopt him,” you laughed.

Brock just grinned. “Coola was a rescue dog as well. I adopted him back in February last year, after the All Star Game, but he lived in Minnesota with my parents while I finished my rookie year. I know the feeling of not being able to resist a sweet little dog.”

At least he understood.

With a smile, you motioned for Bailey that he was allowed to run again, and within moments Coola was joining him, the two dogs playing in the surf.

“So, you live here then?”

You and Brock walked your dogs for nearly another hour, the two of you talking like you’d known each other all your lives, before Bailey flopped at your feet, a clear sign he was done and ready to leave.

“Looks like that’s my cue,” you said dryly, making Brock laugh.

“Definitely,” he teased, “but hey, maybe we could exchange numbers? I’d love to walk Coola with you and Bailey again, now that I know they’re friends.”

You hesitated slightly, unsure whether he actually meant that, but the earnestness in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

“Sure, I’d like that. Bailey could use all the friends he could get,” you mused.

Brock just grinned.

“I don’t know, I have a feeling we’re going to be pretty good friends as well.”

Nearly five years on and you were (somehow) genuine friends with Brock. He’d been right, against all odds. There was just something about his straightforward friendship that made your life that little bit easier, knowing that you could rely on him to be a breath of fresh air, no drama. And you knew he appreciated your chilled approach to pretty much everything, never judging him, always his biggest supporter – both on the team and for him as a person. Brock Boeser was probably one of the best friends you’d ever had, and you cherished everything about him, like an older brother you didn’t realise you needed.

Brock had always insisted that you needed to be integrated into every part of his life, so you spent more time with his team than you ever thought you would (and hadn’t that been a starstruck moment, when you’d first attended a team gathering). He pretty much brought you to all gatherings, events, and anything to do with Coola (and now Milo), and while at first it had been overwhelming, you’d quickly adjusted when you realised just how ridiculous his teammates were.

So it wasn’t a surprise to Elias Pettersson when he walked into Brock’s house and saw you sitting on the sofa surrounded by dogs.

“Well this looks cosy.”

You grinned at his teasing words, waving him over. “It’s good to see you too, Elias.”

He shared a small private smile with you, lifting Milo’s legs to take a seat on the sofa next to you. The dog in question huffed out his displeasure but didn’t move, allowing Elias to settle in properly.

This guy, more than anyone else, was the teammate you enjoyed spending the most time with alongside Brock. Elias was definitely the most sane of all Brock’s Vancouver friends, and his dry sense of humour always had you in stitches. It was rare that he showed much of himself to anyone, as reserved as he was, but the more you’d gotten to know him over the years, the more you recognised the little signs of his reactions and collated them like hoarded treasure. And the more that Elias had gotten to know you, the more willing he seemed to be to share jokes and smiles and laughter with you, forging a friendship of your own.

And yes, sure, you couldn’t deny that you found him attractive – you’d be crazy or blind to think otherwise - but he’d never shown a hint of interest towards you in that way. And there was no way you’d ever say anything unless you were sure things were reciprocated (there was just no way), so you were more than happy to have him as a friend. Elias Pettersson was an unmistakeable joy in your life, and the last thing you wanted to do was ruin that.

He really was so handsome though.

“I’m surprised Brock isn’t buried under puppies like usual,” Elias said.

“We haven’t been long back from walking the dogs, so I said I’d get them settled while he showered and got ready to head out with you,” you explained, running your hand over your Bailey’s head.

“He does need to look pretty enough to leave the house, that’s true,” he mused.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the both of you knowing Brock needed no help in looking pretty, Elias just smiling widely.

It just goes to show how wrapped up you were in Elias’s attention that neither of you noticed Brock standing at the bottom of the stairs, eyes lighting up at your laughter and Elias’s smile.

It was early, far too early, but here you were fulfilling Bailey’s every need. You were wrapped up warm, puffer jacket, woollen hat, gloves, and scarf, walking your border collie through Hadden Park, allowing the travel mug of coffee to wake you up fully while you took in the views surrounding you. Bailey was in his element, trotting about and sniffing every single leaf and twig, and it was only your phone buzzing that broke you out of your silent contentment.

From: Brock Hey, are you walking Bailey?

To: Brock Yeah we’re at Hadden Park Wasn’t sure if you would be getting up early after your game last night so I didn’t text

From: Brock Hah yeah fair enough Do you mind if Petey comes along?

You tried not to fantasise about why Elias was so willing to join you both on a dog walk, so early on a day off. You tried so hard.

To: Brock Of course I don’t mind

From: Brock Of course?

You felt heat dancing across your cheeks. Damn it Brock.

To: Brock You know I think Petey is great.

From: Brock Well I definitely do now.

You groaned, already able to picture the smirk on your friend’s face.

To: Brock Don’t be dumb I’ll see you soon

The last thing you needed was Brock teasing you, especially in front of Elias. The last thing you wanted was Elias to feel uncomfortable around you, just because you find him attractive. The last thing you could bear would be if you lost your friendship with Elias just because Brock was reading into things that weren’t true.

But there was nothing you could do for damage control until Brock was in front of you. All you could hope was that he didn’t make you look like an idiot.

It couldn’t have been more than 20 minutes before you saw the familiar pair walking towards you, dogs at Brock’s side, and you found yourself smiling despite your trepidation. You gave them both hugs in greeting, travel mug long empty and placed in your bag, Bailey barking happily.

“What a beautiful morning,” Brock said happily.

“Cold but beautiful, sure,” you mused.

Elias nodded his agreement, thick scarf wrapped in loops around him, Brock just laughing.

“Petey, you don’t mind taking Coola while I walk Milo, do you?” Brock asked.

Elias narrowed his eyes, as if trying to read into Brock’s words, but Brock just kept smiling at him.

“Sure, I can walk Coola,” Elias eventually said.

“Great!”

The moment that Coola’s leash was in Elias’s hands, Coola darted forward, Elias crashing directly into your body. It was only through his quick reflexes that you didn’t end up on your ass, his hands clutching at your hips while you clung to his jacket.

“Coola! Chill!”

Brock’s giggled words did little to calm his dog down, all three dogs dancing around your feet as Elias steadied you. His face was impossibly close to yours, breath practically mingling. How had you not realised how blue his eyes were before this? His lips were parted slightly, as if he was still processing, but it was only when Bailey bumped into both of your legs that he abruptly let you go, and you dropped your hands too.

“Sorry, sorry,” he blurted, stepping away sharply.

“No apologies needed. It wasn’t your fault,” you said, shaking your head with a weak smile.

“Aww you can’t blame Coola for being excited,” Brock grinned, kneeling down to give fuss to both his dogs.

There was something in his smile that you just couldn’t put your finger on. Hm.

“Shall we walk then, if they’re so excited?” Elias said dryly.

All three dogs started barking at the word ‘walk’, making you laugh and nod, Brock just grinning even wider.

From: Brock Petey is taking the roadtrip losses really hard. Come over tomorrow?

You don’t know what it was that possessed you, but the moment you received those texts from Brock, you knew you had to do something. Elias was such a stoic guy, so reserved in his emotions, so the fact that it was obvious enough he was suffering that Brock asked for your help? There was no way you weren’t going to do everything in your power to ease any tensions they had, especially Elias.

There wasn’t much you could do, but you could do this.

When you arrived at Brock’s house the next morning, you were only mildly startled to see Elias opening the door instead of Brock, his eyes flashing in surprise before he smiled.

“Did Brock not say I was coming over?” you said hesitantly.

The last thing you wanted was to intrude.

“He said we were going for brunch, but this is a welcome surprise,” Elias said, smiling softly.

Oh. Now you felt stupid.

Wait, a welcome surprise?

“I don’t know what is making your face do that, but I’m not lying when I say it’s good to see you,” Elias said firmly.

“Alright, I believe you,” you mused.

Elias just grinned, walking over to the bottom of the staircase.

“SHE’S HERE!”

“GOOD! YOU’RE COMING FOR BRUNCH, RIGHT?”

You rolled your eyes fondly at Brock’s assumptions. It wasn’t like you had much else planned for today, but still!

“YEAH I’LL COME!”

Elias laughed at your matching volume, making you smile back at him, a light flush dusting across your cheeks. His laugh was magical and you weren’t going to shame yourself for liking it.

“Brock’s just finishing his hair and then he’ll be down. That’s what he said anyway,” Elias explained, sitting down on the arm of Brock’s sofa.

“He’s got an image to maintain, can’t be looking anything less than perfect,” you teased, the familiar joke making you smile.

Elias just snickered, shaking his head. You leaned up against the back of the sofa, standing close enough to Elias that the blue of his eyes was almost hypnotising, before you remembered why you came over in the first place.

“It feels a little silly now, but I heard from a little bird that you were taking things a little rough, so here’s a little something,” you said.

“Brock needs to keep his mouth shut,” he grumbled.

You just laughed, reaching into your bag to pull out the gift. But as you placed it in his hands, Elias froze.

“What’s this?” Elias said, eyes wide in shock.

You bit your bottom lip, before letting out a shaky breath. Here goes nothing.

“You were having a bad day. So I made you a hat,” you said simply, trying to keep your voice light and airy.

“You made me a hat? You knitted this?”

Elias stared down in wonder at the soft light blue woollen bundle in his hand, a look of pure astonishment on his face. It was only then that you realised how close it was to the colour of his eyes.

“Uh, yes, I did? I got back into knitting recently, so it’s nothing fancy, but I just wanted to make something to cheer you up?” you said, trying not to cringe at yourself.

“No-one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

Your lips parted in surprise at his soft words.

“Really?”

“Really really,” Elias nodded.

“I’ve never had a hat made for me either.”

You flinched at the sound of Brock’s voice coming from behind you, Elias immediately scowling over your shoulder.

“Wouldn’t want to cover up your Prince Charming hair,” Elias grumbled, shoving the hat into the pocket of his hoodie.

You didn’t mention the dark blue hat you’d knitted for Brock that was tucked into your bag. Brock pouted as you snickered, slinking into the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Look, I know it’s not really my place. And that we’re just friends because of Brock. But these losses were just a bad blip – you’re going to get over them in no time at all, and be back to destroying the other teams like you were born to,”

Elias smiled wryly. “It doesn’t feel like that right now. But thanks.”

You pursed your lips briefly before huffing out a breath. Telling him what you really thought was hardly the most embarrassing thing you’d ever done.

“You make me so proud. You know that, right?”

“What?” Elias frowned.

“You go out there, every single day, and give this team, this city, your all. Your pour yourself into everything that you do, always give 100%, and as your friend, as someone who has known you for years…I am so proud of you.”

As your cheeks heated from your words, Elias swallowed heavily, a flush dusting across his own cheeks.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, to deserve your kind words, but I appreciate it. Thank you,” he murmured.

Your heartbeat raced at the intensity in his eyes.

“Brunch? Can we go?”

Elias scowled again at Brock’s grinning interruption but walked away towards the front door. You were read to grumble at Brock yourself, until you saw Elias pull the knitted hat out of his pocket and slide it on over his hair. It looked…perfect.

“Are you good?” Brock asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m great.”

Your voice was far breathier than you would ever admit.

Another month, another team event. This time Brock had invited you to be his plus one to a formal gala, hardly the first time he had asked and yet this time he practically begged you to come along. You didn’t need him to beg, you could admit that much – the events were always fun and hey, you got to dress up nicely – but his behaviour was strange, even for him.

Either way, Brock had looked ecstatic when you said yes, even going as buying you a gorgeous midnight blue evening gown, sleeveless and high-necked, as classy as it was beautiful, so you were going to complain. He could have his secrets – you knew you’d get it out of him eventually.

He picked you up after you’d gotten your hair and nails done, make-up subtle but elegant, wide smile on his face as he drove the two of you to the event. You didn’t have time to be suspicious about his good mood as the two of you greeted his teammates and their better halves, your attention consumed by all the cheek kisses and compliments, but you should’ve known he was up to something. Because the moment that the two of you joined Elias at a table with a few chairs around it, Brock all but disappeared, leaving the two of you completely alone.

“Hi Brock. Bye Brock,” Elias said dryly.

“I have no idea what’s gotten into him tonight, I am so sorry,” you sighed.

“Hey, no, don’t apologise for him. I’m sorry that he’s abandoned you already,” Elias said, frowning.

“Well at least I’m near a chair,” you said, huffing out a laugh, “High heels are not my friends.”

Elias immediately pulled a chair out for you to sit on, and you felt a gentle heat brush across your cheeks at the gentlemanly action.

“Thanks Elias,” you said, more shocked than anything.

Not too shocked to smile at him as he sat down right next to you, after picking up a couple of flutes of champagne from a passing waiter. If he wanted to join you…well, you weren’t going to complain. Not if you got his attention all to yourself.

It can’t have been more than an hour before Brock wandered back over, but by the flush on his cheeks and the glassiness of his eyes, he was more than a little tipsy. Damn it Brock.

“You’re not going to ask this beautiful woman to dance, Petey?”

Elias immediately blushed furiously, eyes narrowing at his friend, making you want to die a little inside – but also to shield him.

“Oh no, these heels are killing my feet already. Elias is just being kind enough to keep me company,” you said sweetly.

Brock snickered, shaking his head, but walked away without any further pestering. You both sat there for a moment in silence, reeling from the short conversation. What the hell was that, Brock?

“You didn’t have to make up a lie to defend me,” Elias said, finally looking at you again.

“I wanted to.”

The mortification that filled your body upon your blurted words was immediate and all-consuming, especially with how surprised Elias looked. How could you save this? How the hell could you save this?

“Besides it’s the least I could do for Brock dumping me on you in the first place,” you said coolly, shrugging, trying to calm yourself down and failing miserably.

Elias hesitated before something flashed across his face, and he looked at you with an expression you’d never seen from him before. It made you shiver. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Oh.

He…really?

You’d spent so long convinced that he didn’t see you that way, that he wasn’t attracted to you in the slightest, and now that he’d said this? Giving you enough to let yourself hope, to admit to yourself that your sweetest daydreams and deepest fantasies could actually be reality?

While your mind raced, full of swirling realisations that perhaps things weren’t so unrequited after all, Elias just watched you, expression just as intense as before. It wasn’t until you let out a shaky breath, smiling a tiny smile at him, that he nodded, clearing his throat.

“Another drink?”

“Yes, definitely.”

Movie nights were sacred. It didn’t matter who they were with, not really, but now that you had your own tiny apartment, a night in watching your favourite movies and eating your favourite snacks was always the best way to unwind. Usually Brock was your only companion, or Brock with a few of his teammates, and that was the plan tonight. Brock and Elias were both joining you for a movie night and you couldn’t wait to have a chilled night in with two of your favourite people. Even if your whole world had been shaken up only last week at that eventful team gala.

The pizzas you’d ordered hadn’t long arrived before Elias arrived at your door, beers in hand, and you let him in with a happy smile.

“Thanks for inviting me,” he said, smiling shyly back at you.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sweetness in his face, and you found yourself just nodding.

“You know you’re always welcome. Come on, pizza just got here too.”

Elias all but raced you to the kitchen, making you laugh as he opened the cardboard lids. But your phone buzzed before you could reach for a slice.

From: Brock I can’t make it tonight. Have fun. Both of you.

You heart started racing at his implications, knowing deep in your bones that Brock never intended to come this evening. Had he known all along, how you felt about Elias? And how you hoped Elias felt for you too?

Surely not.

But then again, Brock always surprised you. You had always tried not to underestimate your friend, but it appeared that you’d fallen for that sweet innocent smile just the same as everyone else.

“Is Brock on his way?”

“Brock isn’t coming.”

“Oh.”

Elias seemed to hesitate, making you inhale sharply.

“Did you want to reschedule?” he asked, wincing.

You could be brave, right? Or at least take a step towards bravery?

“You’re already here…so we can still have our own movie night?” you suggested, unable to stop yourself from chewing your bottom lip.

Elias’s eyes flickered down quickly towards your mouth, before he cleared his throat and smiled softly at you. “Yeah, of course we can. Also means we don’t have to listen to Brock whining that we aren’t watching one of his rom com choices.”

The dryness of his tone made you giggle, immediately cutting through the lingering awkward tension. You could absolutely do a movie night just with Elias. You could absolutely handle being alone with him like this.

Absolutely.

The two of you ploughed through the pizzas while you watched one of you go-to action movies, laughing and talking all the way through, even finishing the popcorn and a couple of beers each by the time the credits were rolling. Bailey had happily sat by your feet the whole time, actually behaving himself for once, and you couldn’t remember a time when you’d felt so content. So relaxed and happy. Brock had always brought that out in you, and now that Elias had too? It just filled you with butterflies in the best way.

“Shall we watch another?”

“Definitely,” you nodded, smiling up at him.

Elias smiled easily back. “You choose? I’ll clear up.”

Before you could protest or even help him, Elias had picked up both pizza boxes and all the empty beer bottles, leaving you alone on the sofa. You heard him opening the trash can, snapping you out of your surprise, so you started scrolling through Netflix again, eventually deciding on a light-hearted comedy just as Elias re-entered the room. Bailey had trotted out to his own bed when Elias left, so it really was just the two of you now.

Something that made your breath hitch in your throat was the way that Elias sat down closer to you this time. Unmistakably closer, close enough to feel the heat from his body and to smell his cologne. He did that on purpose, there was no doubt about it. But his face gave you no answers, nothing more than his usual smile around you, so you let it go. Overthinking things was definitely not the way to go, you knew that much.

It didn’t make your heartrate calm down at all though.

You pressed play to get the movie started, lightly tossing the tv remote onto your coffee table before settling back into the sofa, letting the familiar introduction wash over you.

It took ten minutes for everything to change.

Elias wasn’t a big hugger. You knew this. Brock knew this. The whole of the Vancouver Canucks knew this. So when you felt a pressure along your shoulders, you tried not to flinch, realising it was his arm stretching across the back of the sofa when his hand lightly brushed your opposite shoulder. Elias…Elias had put his arm around you. He’d put his arm around you? You glanced up at him, trying to get any sense of his thought process, but his eyes were resolutely glued to the television, his body a frozen line of tension. All over again, your heart started racing. You were right after all. Maybe…maybe Elias really did have feelings for you, just as he’d finally hinted at the team event, and now he was making a gentle move in the most Petey way ever.

The ball was in your court.

Ever so slowly, you relaxed against under his arm, sinking into his side, head resting on his chest. You could hear just how fast his own heart was racing and it made you smile, feeling giddy that he was just as affected as you were, even more so when his arm draped around you properly. This was really happening. Elias Pettersson had really instigated snuggling with you on the sofa. This was better than any dream you could’ve imagined.

The next thing you knew, you were blinking your eyes open. The sky outside was pitch black, the curtains still wide open, and the Netflix landing page was glaring bright. But the main thing you noticed? You were curled up against Elias’s side still, head resting on his chest, his arm having fallen down to your waist and his head lolling back on the sofa. You’d fallen asleep together? Was there anything more cliché than that? Still, it felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest with how right it felt to be in Elias’s hold. His hands were so large and so warm, the heat spreading through the contact on top of your sweatpants. His chest was so solid and calming under your cheek. And as you lifted your head, ever to slightly to look at him properly, even just through the light from the TV he looked so handsome. Beautiful and peaceful. But there was no way that could be comfortable for him, and the last thing you wanted was for an aching neck to put a damper on what was the perfect evening.

So you lightly rested your hand on his chest, shaking him gently until you heard him grunt in displeasure.

“Hey, Elias, we fell asleep on the sofa,” you murmured.

He immediately groaned, making you laugh softly, smiling at him as he finally lifted his head.

“I was having such a good dream,” he grumbled.

Then he seemed to freeze as he realised where he actually was, taking note of how you were still tucked into his side, and where his arm and hand were holding you.

“Damn it, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Hey, no, we both fell asleep eh?” you said, interrupting with a smile and a shake of your head, “It’s fine, Elias. We were both cosy.”

He swallowed heavily before nodding.

“I don’t think I’ve ever fallen asleep on the sofa with someone before,” he mumbled, “It was…nice.”

You felt your cheeks heating up with the gentle compliment, your smile letting him know you felt the same.

“I should go,” he said softly.

No!

Well, now was your moment. Now was the time to be brave where you’d never needed to be so brave before. After everything that had been building between the two of you…now was the moment.

“Or, maybe you could stay, and we could talk in the morning,” you offered as calmly as you could.

You felt Elias inhale sharply where your hand was still resting on his chest.

“The kind of talk that I’ve been wanting to have for a while?” he asked, hope evident in his eyes.

Oh wow.

For a while?

You felt like you were floating as his words sunk in.

“Yeah I think we’re on the same page,” you murmured, your blood thrumming with possibility.

The smile that spread across Elias’s face made your heart soar, and you found yourself smiling just as widely back. And when he leant forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead, you’d never felt more alive.

You could only imagine Brock’s satisfied grin when you told him.

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harrysmimi · 2 years

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Still Together, Still Going Strong

Synopsis: One where Harry and YN are getting a divorce but they can't seem stay away from one another

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YN has never been this mad and upset on Harry.

Why wouldn't she be? When he's ready to throw away a decade they spent together under the bus like that.

It was just five months ago Harry had said he wanted a divorce. Why, you may ask?

Is because he has been feeling he's lost himself. No doubt, that is a valid reason and she respects it. She has been there for him through all his lows she was willing to do so now too. She knows he needs a break, it is not easy to be a parent and have a job which asks so much of your time and energy.

He had his own reasons which by all means are very valid, he's never cheated, he's not cheating now. Nothing made sense to YN.

Every Monday evening when he'd drop off the twins at hers and they're off to bed, he's back to being her Harry. The same soft and living guy she fell in love at eighteen, the same guy who kissed her over and over again thanking her for giving the two most beautiful boys to love and care for.

YN had moved to the flat her parents bought her a year prior she moved in with Harry at his. It wasn't as big as the house which were their home, but it was big enough for her and the little toddlers and the cat Harry and her adopted just when they moved in together. They had been very good at co-parenting considering the twins are just two years old now. She had them for the whole weeks because the boys are just so used to her being around, though Harry came in to see them in between whenever he could.

Living apart felt like a norm, especially to YN as she's so used to her husband (now soon to-be-ex-husband) being on tour so much. She just didn't had her soft space to fall back to now.

He says it isn't her, or the kids. But he can't run away from the kids, unless he verbally says he doesn't want the responsibility of a father anymore— it wasn't him conveying the reasons to her but his legal representatives. He doesn't want to be away from the twins, he's been very firm about it. So it must be her.

YN still can't put a finger on what she has done to probably piss him off so much he wants a divorce now. Though she haven't got the time to think about it either with looking after the twins and working. She had a desk job and her dad's business to look after now thay he's retired, she doesn't get even the weekends to herself.

To make it all worse for her, he still says his I love yous to her, he still kisses like the first time he did, he still calls her by the little weird pet names. Hell, they even made love just last Monday and days he'd visit the twins mid week. This wasn't fair for her. And she didn't know how to process it all.

"Harper." YN ran after the little boy who was running away from eating his dinner whilst his twin was being nice, shirtless in just his little pink shorts. "Come back here."

"No!" Harper squealed but he fell down on his bum laughing.

"Gotcha!" YN announced scooping him up.

"Bum-bum!" He pointed out saying he fell down on his bum.

"Yeah, you did fell on your bum-bum." YN laughed giving him a kiss, she placed him on his highchair next to his brother. "Harlow, do you like it?" The other blond boy was already chomping away at little pieces of chicken and picking carrots from rice in front of him in the bowl.

"Yes!" He announced.

"You're giving your Mummy a hard time, aren't you?" Harry's spoke serving Harper his dinner, he dipped his head down to press a kiss on his boy's head.

"It's okay he's still little." YN spoke walking in kitchen. She knows he's just joking but she didn't like it for what she didn't know, nor she wanted to know. She is just mad. He'd just decided to stay over for dinner like he lives there with them, like they're not getting a divorce in two weeks. Like they're not having their assets divided equally in between. Like the media didn't already knew he's separating from his partner of ten years. It made her so furious just because she haven't gotten the time to sit by herself and process everything. Everything was happening so fast.

"Baby what's wrong?"

"I think you should leave now Harry," YN suggested, as she furious started cleaning around the kitchen, the mess he made in attempt of helping hera. She never mind him making a mess in the kitchen, until now. "I've got work tomorrow."

"I can help put the boys to bed," he offered.

"I don't need it, I just need you to leave my house now." She deadpanned, stopping dead in her actions to glance at him once. Harry was taken back, he glanced at the boys who were busy exchanging their food and eating before he walked back in the kitchen.

YN felt his hands on her hips as he pulled her back from scrubbing the counter like it's got some deadly disease on it, she watched as blood rush back to her finger tips on the release of her death grip on the wash clothe. She didn't liked the way his hands felt on her body for the first time, it felt so wrong.

"Look at me," he requested. For a moment there YN found herself leaning into the warmth of the palm of his hand cradling her face.

"Don't, don't touch me," she reluctantly pulled herself away, "I don't like it no more." He would kiss her there, she'd give in and they'd be huddling their way to the bathroom leaving the twins to eat their dinner.

And she proceeded to clean around. Cleaned up the twins and put them in their PJs and finally off to bed they went. Harry still lingered around, he cleaned up the highchairs and put them away, until YN came back out.

She sighed in defeat seeing him still sitting at the dining table, like he did whenever he managed to piss her off waiting for her to cool off before he could go talk to her. He did more than just piss her off now. She walked back to her bedroom and sbut the door behind her getting ready for bed. She pulled out her laptop to email her boss about wanting to take her yearly paid vacation, her leave was going to be accepted as she's that annoying employee who has to be forced to take days off. She even proceeded to call her parents to ask of she could go over and stay with them for a couple of weeks with the boys. Luckily for her, they lived just four hour drive away from her in Kingston. They didn't knew Harry and YN were getting a divorce until it became a public affair, of course they said she could go live with them for as long as she wish for.

Was she overreacting on this? Hasn't she been so understanding about the reasons Harry gave her for their separation? But was it inevitable not to be heartbroken? She had never grieved for anything or anyone before, is it really this overwhelming? This overwhelming that she has to cry?

She took in a deep breath and wiped off the tears which had managed to trickle down her eyes when she heard the door crack open. The boys liked to sleep in her bed, close to their Mummy. Something Harry isn't a fan of but she cherishes a lot. All it would take for him to give in was three pairs of doe eyes begging him and he'd be scooping up the little humans onto their bed and tucking the under the sheets. The boys are well aware that it is easy to butter their Mummy than it to their Papa, they only request to sleep in with her when with her. Smart little toddlers!

It was Harry, he still hasn't left yet. He just closed the door behind him carefully as the twins are light sleepers like their Mummy, he proceeded to take a seat in front of him on her bed. No words were shared as he just looked at her trying to figure where he should begin. He didn't know how to approach this. She is not going to say a word, he knows. They're both stubborn when it comes to confrontation.

"YN," Harry cooed trying to reach for her hand.

"You're a fucking hypocrite!" She snapped, swatting his hand away with a jerk. "You say one thing and do the complete opposite of it. Just stick to one thing! You want a divorce then set up some boundaries for fucks sake. What part of divorce do you not understand?"

"I'm trying to be there for the boys, what are you talking about?"

"I am not saying you are. I want you to stop being around me, okay? I want you to stop making it harder for me than it already is." She made it clear, "I don't want this. I don't want you touching me, I don't want you kissing me, sleeping with me, I don't want you to say you love me."

"But I do love you," he rushed, "doesn't mean we're getting a divorce that I don't love you anymore. I can never stop loving you, I don't think I can even do that. I gave you my reasons. We're separating mutually, aren't we?"

Answer to his question was, no. It's not mutual. She's agreeing just for his sake. She doesn't want a divorce, she wants to work through it.

He was coming home late after being out with his friends, drunk and high his ass off after long studio sessions now that he's been writing his new album, he never bothered anyone and went straight to bed. Whilst YN didn't liked that, she still let it slide for a month and a half. It started getting on her nerve when he'd be grumpy all day with a major hang over, she snapped when he yelled at the boys who were just wanting to play with him. It was the very next day he told her he wants a divorce and left for the studio.

"Be honest with me, do you not want it?" He asked when she said nothing. "YN?"

"No!" She exclaimed, "I don't want this. Why would I want to break a relationship that we spent a decade to make perfect? It's just not me and you anymore, we have two little ones now."

YN's trying hard not to break down in front him. Whatever it is he does not need to see her cry, and it usually made her feel weak. It usually is easy for her to cry bit deal with everything which comes her way calmly without a breakdown. She felt the sinking feeling in her stomach, physically.

"I am going to go stay with my parents for a couple of weeks." She shared, "you can come over to see the kids and I think you should leave now." She walked over to the door to open it for him. He's got no other option than to leave. It's better he did that and get his shit together for him to talk about this.

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"YN, come help me." Her dad said, he carried the gardening tools. Twins were out with their grandma and Aunty for grocery shopping. She was lied on the sofa staring at the ceiling as some episode of Friends played in the background.

It's been a week and half and YN's fallen sick as she expected. It was meant to happen with how overworked she has been, she's had a fever and has been throwing up every morning. She has been sick and more lost especially today since morning.

Her parents haven't bought up the topic of her divorce yet, they can still see how it has been affecting. God, how they didn't liked him for their daughter at first. They had no idea how much she loved him, that for the first time she rebelled against them. It wasn't just her teen phase, they came to realise soon enough.

"Do you want me to take you to doctor again?" Her asked.

"No, I'm fine now." She shrugged and started with cleaning out dried out leaves from her dad's garden.

"How do you like these? Harper picked this." He showed her the new rose plant he'd got just yesterday when he took the boys out so she can rest.

"Good." She nodded. "I, I want to go sleep."

"Okay, did you take you medicines?" Her dad enquired.

"No, I, I'll take it." She assured him before she walked inside, just as she was about to go to her room she saw the mess that was her sister's room. Her kids were sleeping in her sister's room because she was sick. Toys everywhere. Not that her sister was rhe tidiest person she knew, she still picked up after her toddlers.

"Mumma!" Harlow came running to her followed by Harper, both of them tackled her with hugs. "Nani gave chocolate!" He showed a tiny packet of Reeses cups, his brother got one too.

"Yay!" She celebrated, "did you say thank you to Nani?"

"Yes!" Harper nodded, "open, pwease?"

They'd already had their lunch so YN opened the chocolate wrappers for both of them, had them sit down with their toys. There were so much to play with at their Grandparents' place, but the boys hardly fought over the same toy. When her sister got back to her room, YN went back to hers to get in a nap.

"YN?" She heard her mum calling her from the living room. Sighing she got out of bed to check what her mother had to say. "Harry's here to see the kids."

"No, I'm just here to talk to you for now." Harry rushed, "would you please?" He gestured her to go out with him. She walked him to her room. "Baba told me you're sick."

Yeah, he called her father Baba.

"I'm sorry." He started, "never asked you if you wanted this."

"Thank you." She nodded, now sat on her bed.

"I was just being stupid." He admitted crouching in front of her, "but I never lied when I said I feel like I've lost myself. You know we never talked about boys until recently to anyone. It felt like I was living two different lives. It is very hard, I feel so guilty that I can't be there for you and our babies but I also love to tour and be on stage." He voice cracked as his eyes brimmed with tears, "it looked easy to do this. Guess I was being selfish with choosing what I want, I don't know how I feel about it yet. I just needed a break to get my shit together. Can't stay away from you, I realised, or I can't stay away from our boys. It's just that I haven't been able to give the three of you much of my time, but also don't wanna stop touring."

"All this while you've been nothing but so supportive of me, I am so sorry I didn't realise you'd support me through this too. You respected the reasons I gave you which I now call bullshit. You don't want this yet agreed to it. You've been through all the highs with me, guess I didn't wanted you to be through the lows. Just want you to be happy and not worry about anything. I am sorry lovie, I don't want it anymore. Still want to be with you." He grabbed her hands in her lap, "you think you can forgive me, please?"

He looked just like the boys with his doe eyes looking up at her (or you can say the twins are xerox copy of him), he was crying. Tip of his nose turned pink, same shade as his lips.

"You need to take a break, from everything." She spoke, "it's not stupid or bullshit to feel overwhelmed, okay? You don't have to make a choise between what you love, it's not how it works. You're an amazing father to the boys. It hurt me so much that you didn't wanted to be with me anymore, did I do something? Do you not feel attracted to me anymore? Have you fallen out of love with me? Is there som—"

"No, no, no, no!" He rushed cutting her off mid sentence, "It's not that, I don't know why I said I want a divorce. God I love you and only you. It's just you. Please, please, please don't ever think about it!" He brought her hands to his mouth pressing little sloppy kisses on her knuckles as he sobbed quietly, he didn't even imagine it would come out this way to her. God he never even looks at anyone else other than her. It was a stab in his heart that she thought he's in love with someone else. Hell, he's on his knees for her now! "Let's take it back. I don't want to get a divorce. Don't want you to leave, please!"

He broke down sobbing even more when she pulled him in a warm embrace, he just cried with his face buried in her chest like a baby. His arms wrapped around her like he's falling off a cliff.

Harry honestly didn't know why he did that, why he let things go this far with the divorce. God he couldn't imagine his life without her. He loves her too much. He thought maybe he could have one less thing to feel guilty about if they separate. But he was proved very just this morning when he went to her flat to see the kids and also her just to realise she's at her parents, four hours away, he straight away drove to her.

It scared him. Even though she was still close by yet he felt like she's out of reach. He's never felt that way before, cal him overdramatic for acting on this as fast he could and go back to her. Her dad was probably mad at him as he texted him about how sick she's been, turned out he was just telling him how YN is doing. He also missed his little boys.

"We're never going to complain about you not being there for her," she started speaking for the kids as well, "they love you Harry, so do I. We'd nothing but for you to be happy with us. Don't want you to feel guilty, you're a dad now doesn't mean you have to feel pressured to leave what you love to do. I knew what I was signing up for when I said yes to be with you, never once I thought you were a bad partner. I don't know where it all came from, but I love you so much. We're going to work this out, I'm not going anywhere, our boys are not going anywhere, okay? I promised you, didn't I? Through highs and lows."

"We are!" He said, firmly as he pulled away enough to look at her sniffling. "I love you so much!" He peppered her face with more sloppy wet kisses before pulling her in a bear hug. It was her turn to cry her heart out, feeling the assuring weight of his hand on the back of her head, his finger flexing in gentle strokes on her scalp. "Hey, it's okay, we'll be okay." She wrapped her arms around his middle tightly.

YN's been a mess since Monday and it's only Thursday, especially since her last doctors visit with her mum. She has been going through same symptoms she went through when she was pregnant two hears ago, sore breasts, nood swings, nausea, morning sickness. God she was put into such a bad mental space when the doctor suggested she takes a pregnancy test. There were chances she was pregnant, her and Harry were still having sex being careless about using the right protection, she hasn't got her period in a month. But YN's also been a hormonal mess since giving birth, breastfeeding and then stopping to breastfeed, that messed up with her periods too.

On one hand she wanted the test to turn out to be positive so she can just have her husband call off the divorce thinking about another child, the selfish and cruel side of her spoke. On other hand she didn't wanted it to be positive because she just can't bear another pregnancy after such a short time, physically. Especially since her first one has taken such a huge toll of her. The first time she was pregnant, she had twins.

She was glad the test came out negative. She started with her period the very next day, explaining her nausea and sore breasts. That also explains her breakdown in the moment.

"Hey sweetheart, it's alright." He assured her trying to calm her down, "no, no you're gonna get more sick." The last time she cried like this was when she failed one of the most important entrance exam for the course she was wanting to take up and made herself sick. He worried.

Harry noticed it's started to get dark outside, they've been locked in her bedroom for so long talking it all out. He heard the twins screaming and squealing outside, probably playing with YN's brother and sister. "Baby did you fell asleep on me?" He checked on his wife who hasn't moved in a long moment. She was letting letting endorphins settle in her.

"No," she pulled away enough to look at him, "I didn't."

Should she tell him about the test?

"I, I had to take a test on Monday." She started nervously glancing at him before he fixed her gaze on her hands in her lap, "it came out negative."

"You wanted it to be positive?"

"I don't know," she sighed, finally looking up at him he was sat back on his heels now, still close enough to her. She flet bad for even thinking of guilt tripping him into staying there. But did she also had the heart to tell she doesn't want to separate in the first place? When he told her he's been overwhelmed with responsibilities.

"You want to take a nap?" He asked, "we can go out to get dinner, just us, later?"

"I don't want to go out." She shook her head, "don't feel well."

"That's okay, I want you to take a nap now, hmm?" He proceeded to pull back the blanket on the bed and slip off her house slippers off her feet, urging her to lie down. So she did. "They're having fun outside, don't worry about them just get in some rest, sweetheart." He cut her off before she could even utter a sound, he tucked her in softly.

"Harry, I—"

"We'll talk more later, baby, I promise." He interrupted her again, but watched her face turn into more of an angry one, "just want you to rest, look at you, sunken eyes, runny nose. Okay, what is it?" He rested his head on her pillow as he scooted closer to the bed still sitting on the floor.

"I wanted it to be positive, the test at first." YN shared. She just can't keep things which are bothering her to herself.

"I don't think we should have another baby. Did you wanted one?"

"No, I don't think I can do it again. Not this soon. Be pregnant I mean. I thought, this is so very wrong, I thought if it were to turn out to be positive you'd change your mind about this. Be—because I didn't know how to tell you I don't want to get a divorce." She stuttered, as new set of tears pooled in her reddened eyes. "Sorry."

"It's alright. Why didn't you wanted to tell me you don't want that?" He cooed, his hand running soothing strokes on her back.

"Because..." She sighed as she trailed off, "because you said you were overwhelmed by everything. I didn't wanted to hold you back when you wanted one less thing to worry about."

"Well, I was very wrong." He started of with a firm statement, "I felt like I was just a bad husband to you, the worse one to ever exist. I mean, I can see it clearly now. You've been overworking yourself..."

"You're not." She commented.

"Yes, I am. Cancelled my tour, I want to try this and put the boys and you first for now." He shared, "I don't want to hear anything about it, I want this and will not complain about it, I promise."

He knows her way too much, doesn't he? He can really tell what she's about to say just by looking in her eyes.

"You really want that?" She still asked.

"Went regularly to see my therapist last week, talked to her about this. I realised I really want this. She really helped me through when I was confused. Lemme do this for me, for us, yeah?" His voice was nothing but assuring. Now he rarely talks whereabouts of his therapy sessions, to anyone for the matter of fact, but when he does it's when he's made firm decisions which he plans to stick to. Though YN would have supported him if he still wanted to go on tour.

"Okay." She agreed.

"Can I get a kiss? Missed you so much!" Harry was already leaning in but she pulled back.

"Don't want you to get sick!"

"I don't care." He shrugged, dipped his head lower to press a gentle kiss on her mouth. "I love you."

"I love you." She leaned into his touch, little puppy kiss they shared.

"You want to come home?" He asked.

"I want to stay here for the rest of my days off." She shook her head. It was just going to clear her mind and give her some rest now, plus she doesn't feel like driving back to Hampstead when one of her organ is literally bleeding haywire.

"That's alright." He nodded, "are you going to come back home on Monday then?"

"Mhmm." She nodded. He gave her another firm kiss on her mouth.

"Rest now, okay? I'll go see our babies." He gave her yet another kiss, before he reluctantly walked to the bathroom to wash off his face first. He headed out to see Harper and Harlow.

"Yay, Papa!" Both of them went running to him as expected.

Harry was gonna be pulled y YN's dad to a side to give him a bug talk. He could sense it. Her dad is protective of her. Harry wouldn't blame him, he'd do the same if anyone to hurt his kiddos. So he braced himself.

To his surprise, he was forced to stay over for the weekend with the family. They never brought up the topic of divorce which was now being scrapped, though all of them were happy to hear they're planning to stay together.

YN knew people online are gonna hate her, if they didn't already that Harry cancelled his entire tour just because he wants to give his family the time and love they deserve from him. Also the pull back from divorce was gonna divid his fandom into two parts for sure, just like their wedding did.

YN and Harry both got married at just the age of 19 and 20, which was their own decision after dating of year and half and he was still in the band. Very young indeed but it was their decision. It wasn't taken very well by the media. But who cares?

They're still together and going strong!

N O T E :

1) I wrote this in like few sittings. Sorry if there are any typos or words missing. 🥺 I didn't proofread this.

2) Hope you liked this one.

3) Pls lemme know what you think, what Harry should have done in your opinion?

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MOTA: Post-war

~ Easter Sunday Headcanons ~

🐣: Easter Sunday lends itself so easily to daydreaming about post-war suburban life. Here are some ideas I thought up yesterday of how some of the boys and their families celebrate Easter. I hope you like some fluff. (Bunnies, eggs, and happiness galore)

💛: @precious-little-scoundrel gave me the idea to post these after I was yelling them to her yesterday. I hope you all aren’t Eastered out just yet.

Being some of the earliest birds to the nationwide baby boom due to a four-week New York getaway, the Crosby’s quickly become professionals at the Easter Sunday routine

After an hour of hiding yawns and dozing off while standing in their pews at Easter Sunday Service, all the neighborhood kids show up at the Crosby house for their famous annual Easter Egg Hunt.

As soon as their car rolls into the driveway, Jean and Harry watch in wonder as their crew of excited kiddos doubles, triples, and soon quadruples in a matter of minutes

Hiding spots are determined days in advance and as the years go on, the amount of eggs that Jean has to buy grows exponentially to account for the adopted little bunnies that come strolling by with baskets the size of their whole torsos

Mrs. Jean Crosby puts out chairs and a group of adoring parents get to gradually watch their children grow up before their loving eyes every April

The same toddlers who first waddled around on the newly mowed grass trying to find their footing all those years ago soon become elementary school kids with minds enthralled by the competition

Soon these toothy grinned kids become teenagers who keep the magic alive for the newest toddlers while also taking the time to show the next-gen elementary kids who are the professional easter egg hunters

The Crosby’s haven’t always had the holiday nailed though

One year after much convincing from his wife throughout the whole month of March, Harry agreed to dress up as the easter bunny

When he suddenly stuck his costumed head out from the top of their white picket fence, a church choir of crying and screaming ensued

Instead of being faced with the excited wonder-filled faces that he expected, Harry was met with wide eyes full of terror and dropped jaws full of shock

Children flailed to the protection of their mamas instead of going to hug the famous mascot of the season

He spent an hour going around to every child with his furry head off and shamefully cradled in his hands

apologizing and ensuring that yes, it was just Mr. Crosby, not a giant rabbit who hopped out of nowhere and scared the communion wafers out of them

In his adult life, John Bucky Egan never really cared for Easter festivities up until his eldest daughter was born

When sunny April came around the year that Little Miss Egan turned two, Bucky was excited to take her to the Easter egg hunt ran by the local Church

While the older kids go haywire in their now dirtied church suits and fancy dresses trying to pick up as many eggs as people they counted in church pews just a half hour before, Baby Egan waddles around gently.

Every egg she picks up is taken slowly and carefully from the soft grass beneath her Mary Jane’s, looked at with soft eyes as if being examined and if found fit, is put into her pink basket

Bucky, being impatient and full of excitement for this newly unlocked family activity, sneaks a few extra eggs into her basket to make it look like she has more

His little princess shouldn’t have to hunt for all her own eggs and risk getting her white lace dress dirty anyways

Egan is the only adult collecting eggs with a bunch of random kids. His excuse is that he and his little one share a basket of course. She needs her daddy to teach her how egg hunts are done in order to be better prepped for next year.

The Egan’s aren’t the only ones with a knack for egg hunts.

The Rosenthal children do not celebrate Easter but it does not stop them from showing up to the park’s “Eggstravaganza Hunt” every year

Being the determined little Rosies that they are, they dominate the competition. These kids will have their baskets full to the brim with eggs in a matter of minutes.

You notice a child with a head full of bouncy brown curls, pink cheeks, and grass stained knees run by you? You better hope that your little Bobby can keep up.

Rosie watches on like a focused parent at their child’s soccer game

His children with their chocolate and sugar covered faces furrow their eyebrows and tilt their heads when a random woman with a crying child tells them “Do y’all really need all that candy? Jesus would want you to share, don’t you think?”

The Mini Rosenthals come back home with sugar rushes that can power the whole neighborhood for a week straight

An upside for Rosie and his wife who have to deal with these energized little roadrunners is that the kids crash an hour earlier than usual

leaving room for extra alone time on a cool Sunday night

One easter, Benny Demarco randomly walks through the foyer of his home with a white floppy eared bunny wearing a perfect little bow tie

Is that the one you wore to our date last weekend? His wife can’t help but shake her head at her husband’s audacity as the children gather around their newest sibling with eyes full of happiness

The kids are excited but Mrs. Demarco has to try to put on a smile because “Who the hell is going to take care of that thing?”

Soon enough, a hutch is built in the backyard and more bunnies are added to the family

Mrs. Demarco falls in love and calls them her “bunny babes”

She’s met with a “I knew it was a good idea” from her husband every time she is seen cradling and baby-talking to one of their beloved pets

I mean…they are both major pet lovers. It’s one of the reasons they work so well together. But is one more responsible of the two? Definitely.

The excited squeals of children and adorable nose twitches of cute little bunnies makes it all worth it

The Demarcos aren’t the only 100th household with their own personal Easter Bunny

When John Egan jokingly told his four year old that leaving a baby carrot under her pillow would lead to a special gift from Mr. Easter Bunny himself, he did not expect her to take it seriously.

At midnight, Bucky wakes up with eyes hardly open and gets out of bed with a mission

This annual mission is to tiptoe into his daughter’s bedroom and carefully exchange the aluminum foil wrapped baby carrot tucked carefully under her soft pillow for a few cents from his wallet

As more children are born, the tradition continues

Even future generations of Egans continue to buy bags of baby carrots as Easter Sunday approaches

Not only to snack on them all of Spring Break but also to place one in a sandwich bag or wrap one in saran wrap to hide underneath each child’s pillow

Not necessarily knowing why they’re the only house that participates in this unusual tradition

Not knowing that it started from the unbreaking belief of a wide-eyed four year old and her father who stopped laughing when he realized that he was stuck playing off-brand Tooth Fairy for the rest of his life

Gale Cleven’s household has a more relaxed Easter Sunday compared to the rest

After Church, some Easter themed activities, and a well-needed nap upon arriving home, the Cleven’s go to their garden to plant new flowers

Fresh tulips, chrysanthemums, and pansies are all beautiful, refreshing signs that spring is here

Why do the Cleven’s have such green thumbs you ask? Maybe their blonde hair resembles the comforting sun, the plants can’t help but feel warmth. Maybe their caring blue eyes are as nurturing as water, the plants can’t help but thrive.

They started growing flowers and vegetables in their garden when the first after they bought their house

It was the Clevens’ first step towards making it a home

The flowers represented new beginnings, fresh starts, and growth. Essentials after everything they have been through.

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Hope you enjoyed! Wishing everyone a happy, happy Spring🌸 My first time writing something and posting it in 4 months…ahhhh. There’s more where this came from, my mind just does not stop.

#masters of the air #mota #masters of the air fanfiction #gale cleven #john egan #masters of the air fanfic #headcanons #buck cleven #bucky egan #harry crosby #rosie rosenthal #robert rosenthal #benny demarco #easter

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justmeinadaze · 11 months

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We're A Family Part 14 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I'm not sorry for the cliff hanger esc ending 😈

I'm going to use this opportunity here to say thank you to the step parents, partners, siblings, foster parents, adoptive parents...all y'all raising children who aren't biologically yours...you are amazing and deserve love and appreciation. The woman I call mom is technically my stepmom but she has been more a mom to me than my own. She showed me how mothers are supposed to be and I love her everyday for that <3.

Warning: Smut, FLUFF, and slight angst, Mr. Harrington pops up making a brief verbal cameo , Eddie mentions an incident about Steve's past heartbreaks as well as briefly (very brief) touches on his life right after moving in with Wayne, I think that's it.

Word Count: 3535

“Does he have to wear a suit?”, Eddie asks as he browses the clothes on the rack above him.

“I mean he doesn’t have to but it is his first date technically so…”, Steve grins as Dylan rolls his eyes.

You had already done the whole mom thing where you cried for ten minutes straight because your “baby” was growing up and asked a girl on a date to a dance. When he asked the guys to take him clothes shopping, he had hoped to avoid more of that, thankful when you offered to stay home and watch Aurora.

“Calm down. I’m not going to coo at you and tell you how big you’ve gotten.”, the man teases as he playfully reaches for his son’s cheeks.

“I don’t think I should wear a suit. I don’t want to seem…overeager.” Dylan’s eyes scan the shirts in front of him. “What did you guys wear on your first dates?”

“Jesus, um…”, Eddie’s eyes fly to ceiling as he thinks. “Jeans and a Guns & Roses t-shirt, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Of course, that’s what you wore.”, Steve chuckled.

“Hey! We were like eleven and went to a movie. It wasn’t anything fancy. What about you, sire? I imagine you came out of the womb with a date the next day.” The metalhead smiled as Dylan laughed.

“For your information, my first date was in 6th grade. I took a girl to the Snowball dance. And yes…I wore a suit.”

“Oh, please tell me there are pictures in a box somewhere at home.”

“No, thank God.”

“We can ask grandma.”, Dylan smiles mischievously.

“I swear, if either of you ask my mother for pictures—”

“Oh! You’ll what?”, Eddie joked.

“I’ll…be very upset.”

“Uh huh.”

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“Do we have to watch it again?”

“Yes!”, Aurora giggles.

You laugh at her smile as you replay “The Empire Strikes Back” on the tv. “Yeah. I’m glad you’re happy. I’m going to kill your dad.”

Just like Dylan had with Harry Potter, Ro seemed to attach to Star Wars. Steve was watching “A New Hope” one afternoon and she sat beside him the entire time completely transfixed. Ever since then she insisted on watching anything you would allow that was Star Wars related.

“Beep, Beep!”, she mimicked as the front door opened and your three boys came through.

“Star Wars still?”, Steve asked.

“I hate you. This is your fault.”, you laugh as you quickly rose to your feet. “Sooooo, what did we get?”

“You’ll see.”, Dylan smiles. “Are you guys still chaperoning?”

“Well, I don’t have a choice being a teacher and my boss volunteered me.”

“That’s the spirit, Harrington!”, Eddie chuckles as he wraps his arm around the boy’s neck. “Yes, we will still be there and we promise not to embarrass you…much.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to go call Daisy and tell her what I got.”

You three watch as he excitedly runs up the stairs before you lightly smack Steve’s arm. “What did he get?”

“I can’t tell you!”

“Call it payment for me watching those movies back-to-back with our three-year-old instead of me murdering you.”

“Oh… you won’t murder me. You love me too much.”

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Dylan watches his dads with intense fascination as they get ready, occasionally getting distracted when he heard his sister say something cute as she helped you get ready out in the bedroom.

“Mama hair up.”

“Yeah? Here can you brush it for me so I can pull it up?” Aurora grins excitedly when you hand her the brush.

“When it comes to hair, kid, you should let Steve take the reins on that one.” Eddie smiled as he moved out of the way and allowed Dylan space in front of the mirror so the man could show him some techniques.

“Oooo… Din purty.”, Ro compliments him before waddling to the metalhead. “Daddy! Mama…tie…for hair.”

“Mommy needs a hair tie?” She nods aggressively as he reaches across the sink to get her what she’s asking for. “Here you go, princess.”

“Tank you, daddy.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” His eyes follow after her as she grins and runs back into the bedroom.

“Alright, little man. What do you think?”

Dylan turns his head from side to side as he checks out his hair. “I love it. Mom! What do you think?”, he asks as he steps out of the bathroom.

“Oh my god!”, you squeak making the boys laugh.

“She likes it.”, Steve confirms as he sprays some of his cologne on himself before giving his son a little spritz on his wrist.

“Wow. Bubaful.”, Aurora coos as they all come out together.

Dylan had decided to not to wear a suit but a nice button up shirt with a small black tie hanging down his front. Still wanting to have some remnants of himself, he decided on wearing his converse with the black jeans he bought fully rounding out his ensemble. He actually looked like he tried to fuse Eddie and Steve’s style together.

Steve threw on a blue polo with some black slacks and shiny matching shoes. Eddie was donning a plain black shirt with black jeans like Dylan’s and sneakers.

“Aw, look at my guys.”, you grin as you climb off the bed.

You were wearing a stunning, casual blue dress with a cute floral print with similar color flats.

“You look beautiful, honey.”

As the doorbell rings, Ro claps her hands. “Kee!”

“Yes, that would be Aunt Kierra. Here, go open the door and make her feel old.”, you giggle as you push Dylan towards the stairs.

Eddie picks up his daughter as you four head down as well.

“Really? Of course, everyone looks good.”, Kierra whines playfully. “Hi Rara.”

“Kee.” She aggressively wiggles out of her father’s arms to run to her aunt.

“Ah yes. Fun aunt is here and now we don’t matter.”, you smile as you give your sister a hug. As you pull away you notice her own grin turn into a line. “Uh oh. What happened?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“You’ll tell me now.”

“Dylan, can you take this dork and turn on those god-awful movies she likes?” You son laughs as he grabs his sister and carries her into the living room. “So, Mr. Harrington, the evil one not this one here, went to visit our mother the other day.”

You sighed as Steve gently ran his palm down your back.

“Y/N, you think his dad was upset about you changing your name? Oof. Mom called me screaming saying you were taking it too far. She said she was going to call Charlie and side with him if he decided to go to court…” Her sympathetic eyes met yours. “I didn’t tell her…about him…ya know.”

“I should go talk to her—”

“Well that’s not happening.”, Eddie interrupts. “Sweetheart, do you really think talking to her is going to do any good? She doesn’t care. Now Steve’s dad… he can’t do anything right?”

Steve shook his head. “I mean what can he do? I have no inheritance from his side. Unless he wants to fight my mom. I don’t know. I think it’s more of an image thing now. Two kids with half his name and they aren’t…pure Harringtons.”

Your heart breaks as you listen to him speak. You know how much he hates this conversation. Aurora and Dylan are his kids; no ifs, ands, or buts about it. However, his father and your mother insist on finding little ways to remind him that both children don’t have an ounce of his DNA.

In a court of law, if you both left him, he would have zero say in where the kids go. Steve understood that would never happen. You both loved him and he loved you. This was his family but those little technicalities always loomed especially when other people brought them to light.

“Jesus. And our mom thought the Munson’s would be the biggest problem in this dynamic.”

Eddie sticks his tongue out at Kierra who chuckles as she comes around to give him a hug.

“Hey guys. Can we go now? I don’t want to be late.”, Dylan asks as he comes around the corner.

“Yes. Sorry. We got distracted by life. Let’s get a move on.” Painting a smile on your face, you grab your dates and head of the door.

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You snuck a picture from your place in the car as you three watched Dylan shyly shuffle up to his date who had been waiting at the front door of the school. Something he says makes her laugh and she blushes as he extends his elbow to her like he had seen the guys do numerous times. She grins, looping her arm in his before heading into the dance.

“What was your first date?”, Eddie asked as he leaned forward from his place in the backseat.

“Oh my god. I think I was about Dylan’s age. A boy asked me to dinner and a movie. Of course, dinner was some fast-food joint and we snuck into the movie but…”, you giggle. “I had fun. What are you guys going to do when Aurora starts dating?”

“Kill them.”, the metalhead pretends to glare into the distance making you and Steve laugh.

“Can we not think about our daughter dating? I don’t think I can handle that right now. I can barely handle this.” Steve continues to chuckle as both men get out of the car and open the door for you.

“Thank you guys for helping him pick out an outfit and getting him ready.”

“You don’t have to—”

You cut Eddie off with a kiss as you wrap your arms around him. “I know I don’t have to. Just let me, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

As you entered the dance, Steve had to detach from you two to tell his boss he was there and offer any assistance they may need. You and Eddie snuck a little closer to where the kids were, smiling when you say your son and his date sitting at a table talking. You can’t help but laugh when “Come Sail Away” by STYX begins to play.

“Isn’t this way outside of their generation? It’s barely in ours.”

“Eh, I’m sure they have to play it as safe as possible.”, the metalhead grins as he takes your hand and pulls you towards the edge of the dance floor where some of the other adults were swaying to the music. Your arms wrap around his neck as he clings to your waist.

“So, you and Steve would have went to school here to, right?”

“You are correct but we didn’t really hang out till high school.”

“Do you remember him?”

“Oh, princess, everyone knew who Steve Harrington was. King Steve with his awesome fashion sense and cool head of hair. I fucking hated him.”, Eddie chuckles. “Something changed his junior year. He started seeing this girl and I think she changed his perspective on some things. By senior year, he was a new man more or less.”

“What happened to the girl?”

“They broke up. She, uh, told him she didn’t love him.”

“Aw. Poor Stevie.” Your eyes shifted towards him, watching as he talked to some of the other teachers. “What about little Edward Munson. What was he like at school here?”

“Oof. Angry. Confused. Nerdy.”, he laughs. “I had been living with Wayne for a little under a year at this point. I was still trying to figure things out and this town sure as hell didn’t make it any easier.” You lean up on your toes to kiss his lips before resting your cheek on his chest. “I think the one good thing that came out of middle school was me getting into D & D. I thought it was amazing and gave me a place I could escape to.”

The music picked up tempo and you grinned as you watched Dylan walk his date to the dance floor. Eddie twirls you in his arms and your grin grows as you both dance along to the faster beat. You don’t see it but Steve pulls out his phone and begins recording his little family having fun.

“Dylan is yours, right?”, asks one of his colleagues.

“Yeah, that’s my son.”, he beams before pointing towards you and Eddie. “That’s my wife and husband.”

She tilts her head at his statement but he doesn’t notice nor care. He’s having too much fun watching you three.

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“Well, look at this.”, the metalhead grinned as he looked around the classroom. “The kid who was bad in class actually has his own classroom.”

Steve thought it would be a good idea for you guys to walk around a bit and allow Dylan some time alone with his date without you in the room so he decided now would be a good time to show you his room that you two hadn’t got to see yet.

“I wasn’t bad…I just didn’t care.”

You smiled at him as you wrapped your arms around his waist, giggling when you feel something vibrate.

“Is that me or you?”

He grins as he pulls out his phone before it gradually begins to fade. “My father is calling me.” You take the phone out of his hand and place it on his desk, allowing it to ring as you bring his lips to yours.

“I love you. No matter what he or my mom says.”

“I know.”

“I know you know but I also know…sometimes when he says things…it still hurts you.”

“Like Aurora and Dylan not being Harringtons.”, Eddie cut in. Steve’s phone went silent but after a few moments yours started to ring, grinning sassily as you flashed him the screen. “Do you think we should go for gold and see if he calls me?”

You handed the metalhead your phone. “Do with it what you will, my love.”

He raises his eyebrows playfully in your direction before placing the device to his ear. “Mr. Harrington! How can the Munson-Harrington family assist you today?”

“Where is my son? I need to speak with him NOW!”

“Uh, last I checked, you hadn’t spoken to Steve in three years. When did he become your son again and what do you need from him?”

Your hand reaches out to grip Steve’s chin, turning him to face you. “Look at me, baby. Let Eddie handle him and you focus on me.” He exhales heavily as you palms slide down his chest. “We won’t get in trouble, right?”

“Not if we don’t get caught.”

He lifts you into his arms and places you on his desk, lips mingling with your own as your limbs circle around his neck.

“Is this the real reason you wanted to show us your classroom?”, you tease as he smiles.

“I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’ve fantasized about bending you over my desk.”

“Then do it, Steve. Please. I’m yours, baby.”

His fingers fumbled with his zipper as you lifted your hips to pull your underwear down your legs, grinning when you toss them to Eddie who sticks his tongue out as he catches them. Your eyes gesture towards the closed door and he gets the message, heading that way to keep a look out.

“Mr. Harrington, no. Dylan IS Steve’s son. He loves him and has helped raise him for half his life so far. I know that’s a foreign concept to you since you don’t know what actually raising a child looks like.”

Steve turns you till your back is to him and you lean over his desk as he grips your hips, guiding his cock into your entrance. Your eyes flutter closed as he thrusts into you, hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you making you moan.

“Y-yes, Steve. Fuck.”

All sound drowns out of the room as he leans his chest down to your back and wraps his arms around you.

“Does that feel good, honey? My dick—mmm—deep inside you like this.”, he mewls into your ear. “Tell me, baby.”

“Your cock is so deep. F-feels so good…please.”

“Do you think you can be quiet if I fuck you harder? You wouldn’t—fuck—you wouldn’t want us to get caught, right?”

You shake your head and he smiles as he lifts his arm up your body till its nestled under your chin. Your back arches as he roughly rolls his hips against yours at a faster pace.

“Mr. Harrington, I’m not going to lie, I didn’t hear a word you said mostly because I don’t care but also because I’m watching Steve fuck our wife and, as always, it’s the hottest fucking thing in the world. Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to let them finish and then most likely cum in his pretty little mouth. Fuck off and leave our family alone.”

With that, Eddie hangs up the phone and tosses it to the side as he unzips his pants, pulling out his own cock as he strokes it to the sight of you both.

“Cum, baby. Be my good girl and cum for me, honey.” Steve grunted when your pussy clenched tighter around him, his palm quickly moving to cover the loud moan that escaped your mouth. “You like that? Mmm—you like me calling you a good girl?”

You place your hand over his, feeling his alone won’t stifle the continuous whimpers that you pant out as he continues to whisper in your ear. The coil in your tummy snaps as you lean your head back against his shoulder and grip his hair through your fingers.

“That’s it. That’s it, Y/N. Fuck, you’re so…so fucking…beautiful.” His arms cling to your body as you feel him thrust his release into your cunt. Neither of you moves as you both try and catch your breath. “Are you ok?”

You nod as you gesture towards the groaning metalhead. “He…he may need you though.”, you say with a knowing smile.

Steve gradually pulls out of you, kissing your cheek before tucking himself back into his pants and sauntering towards Eddie. They exchange a soft kiss, the man smiling as he descends to his knees and takes his cock into his awaiting mouth.

You search the desk, finding the tissue you were looking for, and use it to clean between your legs. After readjusting your dress, you slide up beside them and Eddie hastily brings your lips to his. When he turns away, you continue to trail kisses along his neck and jawline.

“Fuck, Steve. Don’t…don’t move.”

His palms come down and hold the boys head by his hair as he pumps his hips. You cover his mouth as a strangled grunt leaves his lips and his body folds in slightly as he climaxes. Steve milks him, licking every last drop till the boy was clean before rising to his feet.

Their eyes meet and Eddie gave him a big tooth filled grin. “So, your dad says hi.”

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“Did you have fun, baby?”

“Yeah, mom. I did. I asked Daisy to a movie next Friday. Is that ok?”

“Uh, I don’t see why not.”

You sister smiles as you for walk into the house. “I don’t know what you did but Mr. Harrington isn’t returning our mother’s calls.”

“Good. One less thing to worry about I guess.”, Eddie grins. “Where’s Ro?”

“She knocked out about an hour ago. I was afraid to move her and wake her up.” She gestures towards the living room and he heads that way, carefully lifting her sleeping frame in his arms. He pauses at Kierra’s side allowing her to kiss her niece’s forehead.

As she leaves, Dylan gives her a big hug before running upstairs and Steve throws himself down on the couch as you begin locking up the house.

“Shit. Hey, baby. Can you bring me my phone? I want to send my mom some of the pictures I took tonight.”

“Yeah, of course.”, you smile as you grab his phone from the counter. “Can I send myself some so I can send them to Kierra?” He nods and your smile grows as you unlock his device.

“She’s going to get a kick out of him and her slow dancing. We should send Dylan some to so he can show Daisy—what?” You had frozen in place and your smile had faded as your eyes scanned the screen in front of you. “Honey? Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“’Baby #3 Expenses.’”, you read.

“Y/N…I—”

“’Can we afford it?’ No, Steve. We can’t.”

He exhales heavily and he rises to his feet. “Actually…if you look at the math—”

“Really? Really. Ha-have you thought about, oh I don’t know, SPACE! This is a three-bedroom house, Steven. We-we would have to move which cost time and money! And…”

“What’s going on?”, Eddie asks as he cautiously enters the living room.

“The three of us have our jobs and two kids…we-we barely have time for anything else!” You feel yourself start to panic as you wrap your arms around yourself. “We are NOT ready for a baby right now.”

“Well, that sounds familiar.”, the metalhead sighs.

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riddlepm · 3 months

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Summary: Harry and Tom live at Wool's Orphanage, discovering their magic together. Things are going well until an argument leads them to make a wish. A wish that throws them from a world they know into the unfamiliarity. They're now separated and afraid they'll never see each other again.

---- Hannibal Lecter finds a boy with a soul as hungry as his, holding a bloody knife over a broken body. Intrigued, he decides he'll take him in. Whether the boy proves to stay interesting is another matter entirely. ---- Will Graham comes home to find a stray has found him this time only it isn't his usual four-legged kind. Baffled he's soon greeted by a pair of bright green eyes and a, "are you my dad mister?"

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He had been hoping this wouldn’t be the case but of course his hopes are dashed and rightly so. No child could fully escape the cruelty of their abusers without some cause of concerning behaviors showing sooner or later. He had assumed incorrectly that Harry had escaped the same fate of others his age and overlooked any signs just because Harry had been so eager to give out his smiles and laughter to someone like Will.

He's going to need to inform Harry’s foster parents to sign him up for therapy because this doesn’t bode well. Heart aching, Will tries to put on a smile but must have failed as for the first time, Harry narrows his eyes at him in suspicion for only a split second before he’s beaming innocently but Will caught it, nonetheless.

This action does make him pause despite the fact that Harry has never done anything so far as to be the suspicious sort.

The cog wheels of his brain turn regardless and keeps turning as it always does, information coming and going where they need to. Something…isn’t quite adding up and he doesn’t mean the birds. He shuts those thoughts away for now however, because right now, Harry doesn’t need distrustfulness aimed at him when he’s just been through an ordeal.

Instead, he tries harder to return Harry’s smile, asking again about the birds.

“Erm,” Harry fidgets, his hands running up and down his knees in nervousness. “I was just joking. I reckon you don’t talk to birds?”

“No, I can’t say that I have.” Will hesitates before deciding to ask, “would you say they make great conversation?”

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My Sweetest Downfall - Chapter Two

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Work Summary:

Eddie’s back from the Upside Down, but things aren’t exactly how he left them. Hawkins is in pieces, his friends are scattered and the love of his life is… pregnant?

Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3394

Read on AO3.

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I don't think I mentioned this before but I'm never going to specify whether reader is full/half/adopted siblings with Steve, so she can be of any race/ethnicity. I'll try my best to be inclusive/vague in my descriptions.

Starting this week, I'm going to be updating this fic weekly (every Monday).

Warnings for shitty parents, pregnancy, vomiting (a lot), grief, depression, reader being kinda mean to steve even tho he's a good boy, reader not taking care of her hair (or herself generally), bad relationship with food, nested flashbacks

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~ FOUR MONTHS EARLIER ~

A sharp tapping on your bedroom door roused you from sleep. You sat up suddenly, dazed and confused. Your bed was cold. You grimaced.

In the time since you’d learnt about Hawkins’ dark underside, you had gotten used to the nightmares. You could handle them. What you weren’t prepared for were the other kind of dreams.

When you slept, Eddie was alive. He would lounge beside you in your bed, drawing long forgotten laughter from deep inside you. He would hold you, kiss you, tell you that he adored you. Touch you in ways that you never wanted anyone else to touch you.

Awake, you felt hollow.

When Steve called your name through the door, you tried to say, “come in,” as naturally as possible, but your throat was tight.

He opened the door, a dishtowel slung over his shoulder. “Hey. How are you feeling this morning?”

Now that was a question. How were you feeling this morning?

You took a quick inventory: your throat hurt; your eyes were crusty and sore from crying; you hadn’t showered in days so you felt sweaty and gross.

“I’m okay,” you said, and Steve frowned.

“I thought I could make pancakes?” he suggested. Admittedly, pancakes did sound good. “Why don’t you have a shower and I’ll make breakfast, and then we can go for a walk?”

You tried not to groan. Steve had been doing this since your parents left. You knew he was only doing it because he cared, but right now you bristled against even the gentlest suggestion that you should eat, or bathe, or exercise. You knew that Steve wasn’t judging you – you knew that – but hearing the words out loud still hurt.

But he was just trying to help you. You bit back your harsh response and nodded instead.

“I’ll be down in ten minutes.”

A smile broke across his face. “Great!” he said, as if the thought of you doing the bare minimum was actually impressive.

You hated all of this. Steve was treating you like you were made of glass. The two of you had always good-naturedly bickered at each other, poking and prodding and making sarcastic jabs, and now the only mode he seemed capable of was gentle, earnest compassion. It sucked.

Still, you kept your thoughts to yourself as you went into your bathroom and turned on the shower. It was a quick wash, dragging soap over your body and continuing to ignore the growing problem of your hair. When you were done, you brushed your teeth quickly and then dressed in clean(ish) sweatpants and a t-shirt.

You put your hair up and out of the way, and then covered it with your hood, trying not to think about it.

Steve was just plating up the pancakes when you made it down into the kitchen. He gave you a weak smile, which you returned even weaker.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Fine.”

“Right.” Steve took that as his cue to not ask any more stupid questions.

Staring down at your plate of pancakes, you felt suddenly ravenous. You hadn’t been eating well. As you tucked in, you could feel Steve’s eyes on you.

You cleared your throat. “You’ve got work later, right?”

“Yeah, but not until this afternoon. Plenty of time to hang out.”

He didn’t ask you if you would be okay alone in the house. Not since you’d snapped at him for treating you like a broken doll. Steve didn’t deserve that. He was trying, and you weren’t. So you decided to offer him an olive branch.

“It’ll be nice to get out of the house,” you said, as breezily as you could. Steve’s eyes widened, but a broad smile soon followed. You looked back down at your pancakes.

Hawkins being Hawkins, nature walks weren’t advisable, but when Steve suggested driving into town to walk around the mall, you shot him down. You really didn’t want to be anywhere where you might run into people.

So the two of you set off on foot, hiking along the edge of the woods, never straying more than 20 feet from the road. You both knew what dangers lurked in the darkness.

As much as you hated to admit it, Steve had been right about walking making you feel better. The fresh air cut into your lungs, an ache blooming in your chest. It was better than feeling numb.

Steve cleared his throat. “I was thinking that we could do a movie night some time soon. We could invite Robin.”

“Sure,” you said, non-committally.

“Or something with the kids. It’d be nice to all get together in one place again.”

All. You grimaced at the use of the word. There were some people who were never coming back, no matter how much you wished it.

Barb. Benny. Bob Newby. Chrissy Cunningham. Even Billy, for all his faults. Not that you would ever have invited him to your house.

And of course, there was Eddie. You would never get to have a movie night with him again. He’d never crawl through your bedroom window and fall asleep by your side. You would never get to kiss him again.

You stopped in your tracks, throwing your arms out to try and keep your balance.

“What is- Oh my god.” Steve jumped back as you vomited all over the patch of earth in front of you. You swayed on your feet, so he scooted around the splash zone to get to your side and put an arm around you. “Are you alright?”

You shook your head, and then bent forward to hurl again. Steve clutched at your jacket, trying not to let you fall.

You found yourself reminded of something that happened when you were a child. Your parents had been more present then than they were now, although that was a low bar. Your general needs were taken care of by nannies more often than not, but on this occasion, your parents were taking you and Steve on vacation.

It was a long drive down to the lake house, and at six years old, your feet didn’t touch the floor when you were sitting in the back of the car.

“Mommy?” you called out to her, but she was leaning on her neck pillow, sunglasses hiding the fact that she was asleep. “Mommy!”

“Keep it down,” your dad snapped, “I don’t wanna hear your whining.” You shrank back into yourself, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What’s wrong?” Steve whispered to you. He had been staring out of the window until you’d spoken, but now his focus was on you.

“Feel sick.”

He pulled a bottle of water from his door, cracked the lid open and then handed it to you. You took a big gulp, but the water was unpleasantly warm, so you pushed it back towards him.

He must’ve seen the expression on your face, because he said, “Dad? Can we pull over? I think she’s gonna be sick.”

“We’re not gonna make it there before sunset if we keep having to stop for you damn kids. Now shut the hell up.”

“It’s gonna be okay,” Steve whispered to you. He took your hand in his pressed his fingers against your wrist. “My teacher showed me a place where you can press to make you feel less sick.” As his clumsy, eight-year-old fingers fumbled to find the pressure point, you gripped the seat suddenly.

“Dad-” you tried to say, but before you could say anything else, you threw up all over yourself.

“Dad, she’s been sick.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he muttered, readjusting his rear-view mirror to get a look at you, and then let out a deep sigh. “We’ll stop at the next rest-stop.”

Hot tears pricked at your eyes. Embarrassed, you sniffed, trying to keep them in, but to no avail.

“Hey,” Steve murmured. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. We’ll get you all cleaned up and you’ll feel so much better.” You nodded weakly.

The next rest-stop, as it turned out, was very sparse, with only a restroom and a few benches. Your dad got out of the car and opened your door before you’d even had the chance to undo your seatbelt.

“You little shit,” he hissed. “You got it all over the upholstery. Do you know how much this cost?”

Bewildered, you stared back at him. “I don’t know, daddy.”

“Get out of the car.”

“What’s going on?” said your mom sleepily. She had evidently taken her sleeping pills for the drive.

“Get up,” he said to her. “You need to clean this up. Your daughter vomited all over it.”

“Why do I need to clean it up? She’s your daughter too and it’s your car.”

“I’m gonna take her to go get cleaned up,” Steve announced loudly. He helped you out of the car, snagged your backpack from the trunk and then took your hand. Your parents were still sniping at each other behind you as you walked away.

“Mom and dad are fighting because of me,” you said as he ushered you into the bathroom. There was only one stall, so you hoped no one came along and needed to use it.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Are they going to get a divorce?”

“No, sweetpea.” That comforted you a little.

With Steve’s help, you removed your soiled cardigan and t-shirt. He dropped them both into the sink to rinse them, and then wet some tissues for you so that you could wipe yourself down.

Ten minutes later, you were dressed in a clean t-shirt and sweater, and your dirty clothes were rinsed and shoved into a plastic bag. Steve got you a cold water from the vending machine, and the two of you sat in the sun on one of the benches while your mom cleaned up your seat in the car.

The memory made your heart hurt. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same.

Now, Steve was ushering you back to the house, one hand on your shoulder to keep you steady. At least this time you hadn’t got any on your clothes. This time, though, throwing up didn’t make you feel any less sick. If anything, you felt worse.

As soon as you were through the front door, you sprinted to the downstairs bathroom and bent over the toilet, hurling up the contents of your stomach. Your knees trembled, and you sank down into a kneeling position. You could hear the creaking of floorboards outside the door, as if Steve wasn’t sure if he should come in or not.

After a moment, his footsteps retreated. Fine. Good. You had wanted to deal with this alone anyway.

But he didn’t leave you to deal with this alone. Thirty seconds later, the bathroom door swung open and he placed a bottle of water on the floor beside you.

“Hey…” He rubbed your back soothingly. Another surge of vomit had you blinking tears out of your eyes.

Without warning, Steve pulled back your hood, probably to get your hair out of the way. You flinched.

He said your name softly, and his pitying tone convinced you that he had noticed the state your hair was in. You screwed your eyes shut and threw up again.

It took a few minutes, but eventually the vomiting subsided. It had left you sweaty and cold, with a horrible taste on your mouth. You opened the bottle of water and drank some down, trying to get rid of the burning acidity in your chest.

As you got shakily to your feet, you found that Steve was still watching you. He had a sympathetic look on his face that made you want to punch him. How dare he feel sorry for you, after everything you’d been through.

You balled up your fists, your face hot with shame.

“Hey…” he said, wincing. “Please let me help you. I want to help you.”

Reluctantly, you let him.

If there was one thing Steve knew, it was hair. At his behest, you took your second shower of the day, this time taking your time to properly shampoo and condition your hair. When you exited the bathroom, you found that Steve had stripped your bed of its sheets, which were starting to get a little musty, and put on a load of laundry.

You put on a clean, dry pair of pyjamas, and found Steve downstairs, cleaning up the bathroom that you’d spent ten minutes puking in, wearing marigold gloves.

“Get comfy on the couch,” he said, “I’ll be with you in a minute.” And sure enough, he returned to you holding a whole box of hair products. “Just trust me on this, okay?”

So you did.

It took many hours, several bottles of conditioner and all sorts of other products that you’d never even heard of, but eventually, Steve managed to tackle your hair into a manageable state. You had been crying on and off – it sometimes felt like Steve was yanking your hair out of your scalp – but now you felt all cried out.

Part of you appreciated the pain. You had hardly cried since Eddie’s death. If the pain managed to break through the numbness to make you shed a few tears, that could only be a good thing.

More than once, you suggested cutting it all off. Your brother adamantly refused.

When he was done, Steve looked exceedingly proud of himself. He held up a mirror like a hairdresser, showing off his handiwork. You just put your arms around him and hugged him tight.

~ PRESENT DAY ~

Eddie couldn’t help but steal glances at you. You were sitting in an armchair, a big, cosy dressing gown hiding your baby bump, clutching a mug of hot chocolate in your hands.

Making the hot chocolate had been a struggle, since Steve wouldn’t leave Eddie alone with you. It was like the riddle where you have to get a fox, a chicken and a bag of grain across a river and you can’t leave the fox with the chicken or the chicken with the grain.

Eddie supposed that made him the fox. He balked at the idea that he could ever hurt you. Steve had never trusted him before, but they had found an uneasy truce. Now, that was all out of the window.

Steve had made Eddie come into the kitchen with him while he made the hot chocolate, leaving you alone in the living room. In a brief concession to civility, he had offered Eddie some too, but he’d declined. He thought he might puke if he ate or drank anything right now.

“Hop’s here,” Steve said suddenly, and sure enough, the crunch of tyres on the gravel of the driveway reached Eddie’s ears.

Eddie took the brief moment while Steve was answering the door to steal another glance at you, and found you looking back at him. He offered you a smile, but you quickly looked away.

It turned out to be not just the chief, but the entire Hopper-Byers clan. Eddie had never met Will, nor Eleven, but he’d heard plenty about them. The two young teens were wearing hoodies and shoes over their pyjamas.

He remembered Jonathan from school. Jonathan eyed him with suspicion, but he supposed he couldn’t blame him for that. Joyce barely glanced at Eddie, beelining over to you to give you a hug, which you received gratefully. Eddie knew that you’d always loved Joyce. She’d been good to you when your own mother would barely even look at you.

“Munson,” said the chief. Or not the chief. Eddie didn’t really know what Hopper’s rank was now. Still, as a drug-dealer and general troublemaker, he had been all too familiar with the chief.

“Hop,” said Eddie, getting to his feet.

“Last I heard, you were dead.”

“I could say the same about you.”

To Eddie’s surprise, Hopper actually smiled at that. Perhaps Joyce’s influence had mellowed him out. Or so Eddie assumed, as they evidently seemed to be living together now.

“Are you a zombie?” he asked.

“Uhh, no?”

“Vampire?”

“Well, I have a certain thirst for blood, but that’s not new.” Eddie grinned, but Hopper didn’t.

“This isn’t a time for jokes, kid. Are you flayed?”

“Am I what?”

“Sit down. My daughter is going to tell us if you have any connection to Vecna.”

“W-What?”

Hop put one hand on his shoulder and shoved him back onto the couch. Eleven, whose short curly hair was tousled with sleep, perched on the edge of the coffee table. She closed her eyes.

“What’s she doing?” asked Eddie nervously. He’d heard a little about what she could do, and was mildly concerned that she might be about to snap his neck.

“She’s checking to see if there’s any trace of the Upside Down on you. If you’re a zombie, or one of Vecna’s puppets. If you’re dangerous. While she’s doing that, I’m gonna ask you some questions.”

“Maybe we should-” Steve started, putting a hand on your shoulder, but you cut him off.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you snapped.

He swallowed nervously, but acquiesced. Eddie could feel all eyes on him. He felt awfully exposed.

“What happened to you in the Upside Down?” asked Hopper.

“I don’t… I don’t really remember?” Eddie tried to think, but a flash of pain lanced through his brain, and he flinched. Eleven flinched too.

“What happened?” Hopper asked her, one hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Keep asking questions,” she said, her eyes still closed.

“Well?” Hopper turned to Eddie again.

“We were… we were fighting the demobats. I got overwhelmed. There were too many of them.” He winced, blinking slowly. “They were biting at me. It hurt. A lot.”

“And then?”

“I don’t remember anything else.”

“He’s telling the truth,” said Eleven, opening her eyes. “He’s not flayed. Not a zombie. Human. Alive. Something is wrong with him. But he is human.”

“‘Something’ is wrong with him?” asked the chief.

“Well, what’s new?” Eddie forced out a smile.

The room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. That was, until you huffed out a laugh. Eddie turned his head towards you, and found you wiping tears from your eyes.

After that, Eddie couldn’t focus on anything else. Hopper and Joyce were talking to you and Steve about what to do now. The gist of it seemed to be to keep a close eye on Eddie. Eddie wasn’t listening. He was watching the way tears kept rolling down your cheeks sporadically. Steve was tense beside you, arms folded across his chest.

“We could take Eddie home with us?” Joyce suggested. “That way we could keep an eye on him to ensure he’s safe.”

“No way,” you said. “Absolutely not. He and I have some catching up to do.”

Joyce glanced down at your baby bump, grimaced, but then nodded. “Of course.”

“If anything happens – and I mean anything – you call us, okay?” said Hopper. “But it’s four in the morning, so I’m gonna take my family home. Is that alright?”

“Fine by me,” you said, very abruptly. Then your expression softened. “Thank you for coming over. We really appreciate it.”

“Alright.” Hopper clapped Steve on the back. “You did the right thing, kid.”

You stood up to see them out. It was evidently a struggle to pull yourself to your feet, and Eddie was about to offer you a hand when Steve stepped in and helped you out.

You stepped forward and gave Joyce a hug. Then you gave one each to Eleven and Will. And then the family were retreating out the door, piling into Hop’s car and driving away.

You and Eddie and Steve were left alone. Steve was clearly fighting off a yawn.

“Steve? Can I talk to Eddie alone for a minute?” you asked.

His expression tightened. “What for?”

“Because I want to talk to him,” you snapped. “Why else?”

“Okay…” He looked from Eddie to you and back. “I’ll go and make up the guest room. Yell if you need me.”

Eddie waited until Steve’s footsteps had disappeared up the stairs. He started to speak, unsure of what he really wanted to say, but was cut off by you throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tight.

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Notes:

When I was at university, I went through a period of being so depressed that I neglected to brush my hair for months. The more tangly it got, the worse I felt, and the less I wanted to deal with it. Eventually I went to visit my long distance bf at the time, and he asked me why I wouldn't take my hair down. With his help, I tackled it. Using a shit-ton of conditioner, he helped me brush out some of the tangles, but the stress got too much and we ended up having an argument and me having the worst panic attack I've ever had. He stayed with me until I was calm, and then he went home. I finished my hair myself, using two bottles of conditioner. The next day, it was the softest it had ever been. I never let it get that bad again.

Recently I was in hospital with a broken ankle. My family came to see me after surgery. I was so hungry, I hadn't been allowed to eat all day and I was constantly on the verge of tears. My hair was a mess. It was super tangly, so my mum brushed it for me and then plaited it so it would stay neat and not tangle. I cried the whole time because I've been pretty starved for affection.

Honestly I'm not even sure why I'm telling you all this, but it feels kinda important that you know where I'm coming from here.

Ciao.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x harrington!reader #steve harrington x sister!reader

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 6 months

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Dinner at the Hooks

Part one of ??; cca 1k words.

Mostly just disaster threesome and Huma flirting, ngl. They didn’t even get to the Jolly Roger yet.

For future reference: Hook kids’ mother is a siren and she’s very much trying to kill James Hook. Everyone but James Hook knows this. Hooks might or might not have adopted Claudine Frollo, I’ve got yet to decide. Also, Uma has a godly father because if Mal can, so can Uma. (It’s not Hades.)

I hope you enjoy!

Harriet slams open the door to the Tremaine salon: Seems like she’s in luck today. Anthony’s in the corner, combing through Ginny’s wet hair. How convenient.

She lets her eyes linger on them for just a heartbeat before glaring around the salon and barking a sharp „Out!“

Anthony glares at her, all disapproving, as if to say, „Don’t kick the customers out of my salon, Harriet.“

Well, too bad. She doesn’t care for his customers at all, and she’s prepared to show him so – the mirror on the wall looks a little too uncracked for her taste.

She narrows her eyes at him. Little effect, really, except for Ginny’s intrigued expression and her hand reaching out to his, as if to stop him from arguing, at which he huffs and turns up his eyes. Excellent, fucking finally.

„I said, out,“ Harriet snarls at the customers that unwisely didn’t take their leave yet and at the Tremaines she doesn’t care about.

Just as the doors click, she stalks closer to Anthony and Ginny, and slams her hand into the chair behind her shoulder; Ginny straightens just a little bit.

„My parents are organising a dinner, a family get together,“ she says, „You’re both invited.“

She looks Anthony into the eyes – he’s crossed his arms over his chest and is still glaring, that bastard, – and then tilts up Ginny’s face with her pointer finger to get her attention more surely.

„Meet me by the Jolly Roger at eight.“

That should about do it.

„Did you really just kick out everyone out of the salon just to ask us out?“ Anthony asks with a hint of disbelief. She scoffs at him: The fact that she did exactly that doesn’t mean that she’ll admit to it, obviously.

„I’m trying to be nice here,“ she says instead, „Would you prefer it if I kidnapped you?“

„I would,“ pipes up Ginny.

„We know, Sunflower,“ sighs Anthony as he slides his hand onto her shoulder and curls his fingers in just slightly. Harriet smirks at the sight a bit.

„Come,“ she says, „At eight to the Jolly Roger, my whole family will be there.“ She herself isn’t sure if that’s a threat or not. „I’ll be waiting for you.“

She decides it probably is a threat.

She shows off her teeth in a smile before leaning down and kissing Ginny – she lets the kiss linger for once as she drags her fingertips over her jaw. Eventually, she tilts Ginny’s head back again and straightens up to face Anthony.

She steps closer and kisses him too, sliding her hand over the back of his neck. „Don’t you dare stand me up, Tremaine,“ she breathes into his lips.

„How could I, Captain?“ he asks, as he pulls back „With such convincing arguments that you give.“

She cackles, and as she walks away, she shows him the middle finger.

She hopes they come.

………

„Harry,“ Uma opens the door to his rarely-used cabin and leans on the frame. She smirks as he turns to her, make-up half-done and a gold chain dangling down his chest. „The dinner at your parents’ starts soon.“

In about quarter an hour, really, but the Hooks consider time a suggestion at best and showing up late is more fashionable, anyway.

„Thank you, love,“ he tells her, twirling the eyeliner pen in between his fingers, „Give me few moments to finish getting ready?“

The best part is, she could say no and he’d drop everything and go as he is now, just because she said it. She smirks at the thought. But:

„Of course,“ she says instead, „We want you to look your best, don’t we?“ (And if by „we“ she means mostly herself, well, who can blame her? It’s only her right.)

„Of course, Uma,“ he smirks too and saunters closer, „Thank you.“ With that, he draws her closer by the waist and kisses her lips. She sinks into the kiss for just a moment before lightly pushing him off her.

„Now, don’t get handsy, Hook.“

„My apologies, my Captain,“ he puts his hands up in mock surrender, „But I needed some of your lipstick, you see, to finish off the look.“ His eyes shine as he winks at her.

„You could’ve just asked to borrow it.“

„Mmm, but it’s more fun this way, Captain, don’t you think?“

Instead of an answer, she steps closer to him again, and, grabbing him by his shirt, brings him in for another kiss. There’s his answer.

„Good Gods, they’re at it again!“ sounds through the ship and Uma suddenly remembers she didn’t close the door. Well, too late now.

„There’s children around!“ protests Bonny from down the hall with exasperated scandalisation.

„There are none!“

„There are none yet, Captain,“ sing-songs Bonny, „Now, if you two keep at it…,“

„Bonny!“ Uma’s time to be scandalised – this is what her own medic is doing! The audacity! And meanwhile, Harry just laughs, pulling her closer to him yet.

„This ship needs thicker fucking walls,“ she mutters only for him to hear.

He laughs again: „I think our crew would pay a decent treasure for thicker walls, love.“

Too bad they live on a cast-off island, isn’t it? She pouts and crosses her arms and isn‘t all that much surprised when Harry kisses her hair and leads her to his shelf where some jewellery and trinkets lay carelessly scattered. Most of these pieces she has never seen, which means he just got it (stole it) recently – he tends to just give the jewels to her and borrow it later when he’s in the mood for anything other than his usual assembly of rings and earrings.

And really: „Paid a little visit to the Westergaards this morning,“ he says, „Most of their stuff was gaudy, but these looked passable. Anything caught your fancy, darling?“

„Hmm, I don’t know yet,“ she says, picking up a necklace and letting it fall back down in between her fingers, „I think I need to look at these first. Examine it. Go finish getting ready in the meantime.“

„As you command.“

In the end, Uma picks a new ring, a bracelet and a decorative comb that Harry weaves into her hair immediately; sure, they might have left five minutes after the dinner was supposed to start, but their entrance is going to be showstopping.

#disney descendants #harry hook #uma descendants #harriet hook #anthony tremaine #ginny gothel

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saintsenara · 9 days

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Another eager follower of your blog here - checking it is always a highlight of my day! I can't think of any ships atm, so instead, thoughts on a trope?? In my youth, I read a lot of FF net era fics where Hermione Isn't Really Muggleborn - usually her parents are Bellatrix and Voldemort (and she ends up becoming the next dark lady), although I've also seen various other purebloods, like Regulus, suggested (1/2)

thank you very much for the ask, anon - this is extremely kind! and i'm delighted to expand from unhinged ships to unhinged tropes!

although i'll be honest that this specific trope has never hit for me.

i understand the appeal - we all love a bit of the princess diaries-style "ordinary person doesn't realise they're actually important" glamour - but i just really don't enjoy anything which implies that the blood-supremacist viewpoint which voldemort espouses is the correct one.

it always seems to me that the main thesis underpinning the "hermione isn't really muggleborn" trope is that she couldn't be as good at magic as she canonically is without wizarding blood. obviously, this undermines the entire central point of the harry potter series, which i don't think is great even in fanfiction - but the more important point is that it's not even an interesting way of undermining the series' central premise.

there is a lot which can be done in a "voldemort wins" scenario with the fact that - right on the canon page - the order of the phoenix is a profoundly unradical group committed to defending a vision of wizarding society which is just the status quo with a couple of minor adjustments. it's incredibly striking in canon that the non-human communities of magical britain - goblins, werewolves etc. - overwhelmingly support voldemort, as do the sort of working-class wizards who sign up for the snatchers, and his coup in deathly hallows [and his politics during the first war] can be written surprisingly easily as populist ones. i think you could hook hermione into his messaging, for example, by making him someone who appears - when he's around her, at least - to care about house elves...

equally, voldemort's commitment to pragmatism - which many people might also describe as a commitment to hypocrisy - can be used to write him as willing to make an exception for a muggleborn hermione, who is by far the member of the trio who would make the best death eater. something very interesting can be done with the fact that she would, i think, be possible to corrupt into a "dark lady" - especially one who held the viewpoint, as dumbledore did, that muggles should be subjected to wizarding control for their own good...

and i also think - as someone regrettably invested in the concept of a bellamort baby - that the "this kid was born hermione riddle" [except they'd have chosen a worse name] concept could be interesting in the right hands. we know from voldemort's own experience - as well as harry's - that magical children who are orphaned and/or adopted into muggle homes and institutions have a pretty grim time of things, and the journey of figuring out their life-story which all adoptees go on has an extra tangle of threads caused by the division between the two worlds. that hermione's relationship with the drs granger is canonically quite distant is always worth thinking about - and examining that relationship through the lens of them being adoptive parents could be a fun way of doing it.

but i will never be convinced that the alternative - "hermione is a secret pureblood and that explains why she's so clever and hot" - is interesting in the slightest.

great crackfic potential though.

#asks answered #asenora on writing #hermione granger

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brainrotdotorg · 1 year

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fuck it more of my piss and fuck ideas/opinions/headcanons

theyre in their early to mid 20's and probably met at some kind of house party that got broken up by the cops, they scattered in the same direction and hid in an alleyway together and theyve been buds ever since

they painted their jackets together that they got at a secondhand thrift place, didnt know you had to set fabric paint and piss' jacket got all smudged around the "faggot" bit. he didnt bother to fix it he just kept it when he set it.

piss dyes his hair hes not a natural blonde hes a brunette actually. he wanted to do something cool and rebellious and dye his hair, but he didnt want to pick a crazy color like blue or pink or something bc that could make him a target so he went with something natural looking

fuck also has his hair dyed hes got two red streaks down the front like in his portrait im choosing to regard that as canon.

piss lives in a squat house, fuck lives in his middle class home with his dad. fucks parents are divorced, piss's parents kicked him out (because gay. he's actually bi but doesnt quite get it yet)

piss has his left ear pierced, he would have gotten both done but he did it ice cube needle style and it hurt too much the first time for him to get the other one done so now its just one. fuck has his nipples pierced he got that done with his birthday money one year.

they're both bi but in diff ways. gestures vaguely. sexualities are still up in the air . they do make out and jerk off together sometimes but theyre just messing around its just what guy friends do sometimes

they also listen to speedfreaks i think : )

fuck used to be more of a romantic but after getting turned down by girls so many times thats kind of how he adopted his fuck the world mentality bc he thinks theres no such thing as soulmates (he still secretly really does want a partner but no hes HARD live a brick hes DEEP like a grave hes not a pussy he doesnt give a shit about romance)

fuck also absorbed more of his dad lawyer-speak than he thinks. talking about him and piss going getting into the SKULLS as "two franchises merging?" I rest my case

theyre both unemployed but im pretty sure thats just canon. them being into modern dance music is also canon!

theyre both very empathetic (despite their attempts to appear otherwise) but piss is the bigger softie between them-- after all, hes the first to surrender his jacket if harry convinces him to by being a sad sack

piss "smokes" cigarettes (doesnt even inhale)

most of their plots to get the SKULLS to notice them are petty misdemeanors that they get away with because the clerk at the place theyre shoplifting from doesnt give a shit. they dont do anything more drastic than minor vandalism

i want them to meet the studcoms and the ravers and the smoker and and and and and and!!!!!

#pissfaggot #fuck the world

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Shes underwater again - Send me a situation along with a character and i’ll write a lil blurb (e.g sirius black x shy! fem! reader on their first date)

fred weasley x wife!reader(wolfstar daughter???) announcing that their having a baby to the family?

Announcement

Fred Weasley x wife! reader

Summary: Fred and y/n tell their family they are expecting

Warning: pregnancy, mentions of sex and food, established relationship

A/n: 1.6k words, yes yes yes i love writting wolfstars daughter dating freddie it’s just so perfect 💛

Navigation | Fred Weasley Masterlist | Celebration

“Don’t look so nervous” you peer up at your husband “They’re going to be thrilled” you try to reassure him

He looks down at you “I know my mum and dad will be it’s your parents I’m worried about…and Harry…and James” he swallows hard “Not Lily…your aunties though...at least they aren’t coming...merlin I can’t believe I haven’t told Georgie yet” he was starting to stress out

You look at him in amusement “Freddie calm down...” you tilt your head “You know we’re married right?” you check

“Last time I checked yeah” he holds up your hand with the ring, giving it a kiss “Why?” he asks a little confused

You smile cupping his cheeks “Because you’re acting like we’re teenagers and about to tell them we’re together for the first time” you laugh sweetly at him

“This is different, sure that was nerve racking, terrifying even and your dad chasing me around the house as a dog is something I still have nightmares about” you both giggle at the memory “…even getting married it was only implied…” he goes on

“Implied?” you look at him strangely

He nods “Yes now they’re gonna know we did it at least once” you take a moment before you realise

“Oh merlin” you burst out laughing “Really? That’s what’s got your knickers in a twist? Them knowing we’ve definitely done it?”

“My knickers are not…shut up” he goes a little red “It’s just we’ve only been married a year and we’re young…” he sees your pout “Oh love” he puts his hand over your stomach softly “I just mean they might be a little…you know”

“My uncle James and aunt Lily where the same age as us, and technically my dads were 18 when I was born”

“They were?” Fred says clearly not doing the math “Wait…your older than Harry but they got you…i’m being silly here aren’t I”

You nod “I was adopted when I was 3” you say slowly watching it click

His eyes widen nodding “Oh yeah…sorry I’m just a bit spacey” he motions around his head

“Will a kiss help?” you pose

That makes him smile “Worth a try, right?” he looks at you cheekily, lifting you up and onto the dining table causing you to squeal before he captures your lips

As Fred’s kisses slowly make their way down your jaw to your neck your heads shoot to the door as you hear your father “My eyes! My eyes!” Sirius exclaims covering his eyes dramatically to which Remus just gives an apologetic look

“Sorry we didn’t hear you come in” Fred laughs nervously stepping back but helps you down from the table, hand subconsciously moving to protect your stomach

“I understand your newlyweds…” Sirius starts pointing at the two of you as he walks by “…but don’t go making me a grandfather yet” he chuckles following Remus who seems more interested in stealing a bit of the chocolaty dessert than yours and Freds slighty nervous expressions

You and he share a look “Well this is off to a marvellous start love” he bends down to whisper in your ear “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go put on my running shoes” he tries to walk away but you pull him back giggling

“Freddie”

Soon everyone arrived and was seated. Sirius at the head of one end and Arthur at the other with Molly and Remus sitting around on the right of their partners. James, Lily and Harry sat on the same side as Remus while you and Fred sat opposite with Molly, leaving an empty seat next to your husband for George who had already called ahead to start because was running a tad late

“Would you like to do it now?” Fred whispers to your hand a squeeze “We can tell Georgie together later”

“You sure?” you ask with a small smile

He gives you a nod and quick kiss to the cheek “I’ll get the gifts” he whispers to you before standing up “Everyone my gorgeous wife and I have a little announcement...love” he gestures for you to speak while he moves to go grab the little bags and place them in front of the couples and Harry

You stand up, everyone ready to listen but Molly and Lily looked very interested, eyes flicking from Fred to you to your stomach, which they had noticed your hand moving to hold ever since they arrived “First, thank you for coming over for dinner” everyone smiles “The last year for us has been so amazing and everyone here has...been just the…the” you get a little emotional so when Fred re-joins your said he takes over

“I think what my darling wife is trying to say is we love all of you and we’d like to give you a little something” he gestures to the bags before wrapping his arm around your waist, his other hand moving over yours on your stomach

“Pup you shouldn’t have” Remus says looking at the bag, you knew he hated gifts but you were sure he was going to love this one

Sirius hits him playfully “Shh it’s a present” he says smiling although you and Fred weren’t sure if it would stay that way, out of everyone his reaction was the one you were on the fence about

“Aww thank you dear” Molly says smiling up at you while Arthur just gives you a warm smile and nod

You smile at them but can’t help giggling as you hear your uncle James say ‘I’m a dear’ to Harry who sniggers

“Open them” you prompt, bitting your lip in anticipation

You and Fred watch as they dig into the gifts, Lily and James pulling out their sweaters that say great auntie red and great uncle prongs, both of their faces lighting up. Harry opening his which says from godbrother to godfather, his eyes widening in shock before a soft smile appears. Molly and Arthur pulling out a tiny jumper that says my grandmother makes the best sweaters, the sight making her squeal while Arthur just smiles in a happy shock. Finally your fathers open theirs, Remus getting one jumper with grandpa moony on it and another with grandpa pads, while Sirius had a little baby onesie which read marauders grandchild

Lily is the first to speak “Your?” she looks between the two of you, her and James beaming and hugging into one another as you nod

“Aww I’m going to be a ooooo” Molly says excitedly “Arthur look oh my...” she starts but is too worked up to finish beginning to happy cry, bouncing up and down on her seat as she’s finally going to be a grandmother

You and Fred hug each other tighter before warily looking down to see your parents’ reactions, Remus has a smile on his face mouthing ‘your?’ smiling wider as you mouth ‘yes’ while Sirius just stares at his “I don’t get it…” he looks up chuckling nervously

“Of course he doesn’t” Lily shakes her head while James and Harry let out laughs

“Dad read the writing” you nod to the clothing, leaning into Fred for extra support

He looks at you then the clothing reading it out slowly “Marauders grandchild…I…” he gives it a second to sink in before his eyes shoot to your stomach then the bit of clothing then back at you and Fred “Your pregnant pup?” he asks in complete astonishment

Harry chuckles “Looks like your pups having a their own pup…” James barks out a laugh at his sons statement before he and Harry see the look on Sirius’ face “Sorry” Harry says cringing “I’ll just give my godfather title back then shall I?” he says jokingly

You were about to turn back to your father when George walked in “Hey everyone! Ooo pressies” he rubs his hands together “What did I miss?” he says smiling away looking at you and Fred

James’ looks at Harrys jumper then at Fred “Wait George isn’t godfather” he says confused, sure you and Harry were like siblings but George was Fred’s literal twin

George’s eyes widen “I’m not a what!” he exclaims before he looks down at your stomach “Hold up...Imma be an uncle!” he says joyfully moving to push his own twin out of the way to give you a hug

Fred just chuckles “Love you too Georgie” he says moving over to grab Georges’ gift, holding it out towards him as he returns to your side

George opens it reading the jumper before looking up at you and Fred, poking his cheek with his tongue “I’m gonna kill you both…” he says light heartedly shaking his head “But since your pregnant I’m going kill you twice” he looks at you then to his twin

“What does it say?” Harrys says interested, the entire room laughing as Georges holds up his jumper which reads worlds greatest godmother

The laughter is cut off by Sirius “Wait can we just circle back to me please” he looks around the room “I just got used to reaching my fullest dilf potential, I can’t be a grilf…g-dilf…a grandpa. I’m too young and beautiful” he whines pouting to which you giggle glad that he isn’t angry just panicky about feeling old at the grand age of thirty-nine

Remus turns to his husband “Okay one, we...we are too young and beautiful” he reminds him making the rest of you giggle “Two” he turns to you and Fred “This is so great” he beams “You need anything we are here, food in the middle of the night, painting the room, building stuff, clothes we still have all your old stuff” he assures you making yours and Fred’s hearts soar “And finally three…” he turns back to Sirius “…fullest dilf potential, really love?” he starts laughing

“It’s a sirius issue” Sirius tries to say with a straight face before cracking, he then turns to you “Congrats pup really, I’m a bit shocked but I am happy…although be ready for your da to buy another bike or something, midlife crisis and all that” you smile and giggle while he turns to Fred “You work fast, take my statement earlier to heart did ya?” he teases your husband making him go a bit red

“What is a dilf?” Molly asks completely innocent

“Oh merlin…” Fred presses his hand to his face before pointing at your godbrother “Harry don’t you dare answer that question”

#fred weasley and reader #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley #fred weasley and you #fred weasley and y/n #fred weasley fanfiction #dad fred weasley #wolfstar parents #wolfstar daughter #husband fred weasley #Jilly

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Tales From the Modern Incubus Part 10

Summary: You meet your real mother by accident and that has you going back to Harry earlier than you planned because you need information. But what's happening behind the scenes has Harry very concerned. There's more going on here than meets the eye.

A/n: Four new characters this chapter!! We meet Y/n's real mother and father as well as two more powerful beings who are in cahoots with them. Remember, when you see their names introduced the first time it will link to my TFMI Characters List so you can see their face claim and read a little about their angel/demon type. There's a lot going on in this one so pay close attention. Remember, this is demon/incubus!Harry so there may be some triggering topics. Please read all warnings in the TFMI masterlist before continuing. 6.8k words

Warning: Some angst, smut if you squint (barely so no * for this part), references to demons and angels, and God, etc.

Chapter 9

Chapter 10*

Asmodeus wasn’t concerned about you. In fact, he hadn’t checked in on you in some years. He didn’t need to. Hannah kept tabs on you and she would occasionally send updates to him. But you were falling in line just as they’d planned, the perfect creation, their daughter. You were a decent young woman who’d not yet given yourself over to a suitor. The plan was risky, not foolproof, but intentional and carefully designed. To let The Almighty in on their pact would be detrimental to the ultimate long-game plan.

See, The Almighty never worried himself much with the goings-on of his flock. Hannah was a subservient and obedient, if not extremely powerful Archangel. He trusted her completely. He also just really didn’t care too much when it came down to it. He was busy securing his own comforts and interests and things were in balance so his own power and realm were safe and not in danger of being overthrown. And so while he was quite out-of-touch and indifferent about what happened with his angels and demons, there were some that were plotting. Hannah intended to stay on his good side. The closer to the enemy you are, the less you’ll be suspected. And it worked so far. For 23 years your father, Asmodeus and mother, Hannah were able to keep this secret from everyone. Except Michael and Lilith. The Archangel Michael of heaven, and Lilith, the supreme empress of Hell. They had bore a son who was also walking the earth, adopted by human parents. Michael and Lilith were of the highest order of archangel and demon, which was why they insisted on their child being the male. He would be the most powerful celestial hybrid and would also have a great working knowledge of humankind by the time he was meant to meet you and get you pregnant, eventually bringing into existence a being so powerful that not even The Almighty could conquer.

Lilith was the one who noticed it first. How your powers were already coming about before you were meant to realize them. You were playing with them. You were stopping time, changing weather patterns, and were able to see into the minds and hearts of just about anyone you would encounter. She found that you were developing too quickly and this could endanger their precise and specific plans of overthrowing the kingdoms.

Lilith was a bit of a Nosy-Nancy in general, so it wasn’t a surprise when Asmodeus was confronted by Lilith about his daughter and that she knew about this before he even did.

“Something is happening with Y/n and you should find out why her powers are already becoming apparent. Someone has been messing with our plan. Someone has found out about her and they are getting in too close, I fear.”

Asmodeus rolled his eyes at Lilith. Nosy yes, but she was also very dramatic, “Are you sure, Lil? I don’t know how it would be possible. But I’ll reach out to Hannah to find out. Hannah keeps up with her regularly.”

“You men are so fucking lazy. You can’t go do it yourself? Not that I don’t trust our sweet archangel to give us the truth about what’s happening but if you want something done right you have to do it yourself, Mo.” She pointed. And he hated that nick name. Mo. But he was doomed to hear it for all eternity. The name Asmodeus was a mouthful and even though he was a prince of hell, Lilith was still the supreme empress, his superior and she could get away with it he supposed.

“I’ll take care of it.” He spoke as he turned to call Hannah. No way in hell he was making an appearance on Earth right now. He was tired and doubted that Lilith had it right. Plus, Hannah enjoyed checking in on you. She was a powerful warrior but she was very nurturing and you were the apple of her eye.

“Hello, Mo.” Hannah’s voice spoke into the receiver. She’d been in the middle of something when she saw the call from Mo. She hadn’t heard from him in a long time. Not of his own volition. Normally, she reached out to him with updates about you. He never cared all that much.

“Good evening, Hannah. Lilith told me that she feels Y/n is coming into her power already and if that’s true, it means someone is meddling. Can you look into it and report back?”

Hannah paused. Really? She’d seen you just two weeks prior and nothing seemed amiss. You had some natural abilities that went beyond what most humans could be gifted but it was never a concern. If you were somehow now displaying something more then yes, it would need to be checked on, but Hannah doubted Lilith was correct. Lilith could be dramatic after all.

“I doubt it. I saw her not two weeks ago and she was fine. Nothing out of the ordinary, but I should go and check. And if I find something, anything at all, Mo, I’ll need you to be with me. Do you understand? If our girl is coming into her power prematurely then we need to work together to fix this before anyone else catches wind. Do you hear me?” She knew Asmodeus took a back seat to the care for their only offspring. He and Hannah had only come together for this one purpose. They weren’t lovers, nor were they really friends. Their coupling was one of strategy and nothing more.

“I hear you, Hannah.” He did not intend to meet her if it wasn’t totally necessary.

The conference was awful. You hated every fucking second of it. Amanda was a bitch, Miguel wouldn’t smile at you, and Sarah didn’t go. Everyone else had a stick up their ass and you wondered why you were ever friends with Amanda in the first place. Every time you saw her she was with Miguel and every time you tried speaking to her she brushed you off and gave you some excuse as to why she couldn’t.

So when your mom, Gwyn, cornered you the evening following your outburst at Harry you knew what was coming. You hadn’t been to any of the activities or gatherings. You couldn’t. You could practically feel Harry and his pain and the way his heart ached when you yelled at him. He was more sensitive than you’d imagined and you were now only at this conference for appearances at this point.

Nothing meant the same as it once did. You had a sudden understanding of what you were and it was a difficult thing to lay out in front of you and make sense of in one go. You had to think and you needed to not be around Harry to do that. He was intoxicating and distracting and an ass.

“Y/n. Have you been okay, hon? Haven’t seen you all day. I haven’t seen Harry either, come to think of it.” She was truly concerned. She didn’t know this Harry guy, and he seemed nice enough, but that meant nothing to her. You were her baby and she wanted to protect you, especially when Harry was new and you’d broken up with Miguel and jumped into this thing with Harry. Your mom could recognize how much more attractive Harry was than Miguel, so she didn’t take it for more than just you realizing you could do better (looks-wise) than Miguel (sorry Miguel). She understood the appeal.

“I’m okay. I have a weird headache and, well, I got into an argument with Harry because he had something he needed to do and it made me mad so he’s not here, but I don’t know. Just not feeling my best.” You lied. You no longer cared that you were lying all the time now. Especially because you’d been lied to your entire life. The woman standing before you wasn’t your real mother and it baffled your mind as to why they hadn’t told you this. Plenty of kids were adopted and it was healthy to be honest and upfront about that kind of thing. It would have explained so much in your life growing up. But instead of confronting her about it, you’d just lie and appease until you could figure out what you’d really want to say to your parents when the time came.

Your mom seemed to buy your excuse and told you to take some Aleve and get some rest. She sweetly told you Harry would come around. You internally scoffed.

You walked the grounds to blow off some steam. Still, you were angry and felt out of sorts. You understood Harry, after some time and thinking on it, that his disposition of an incubus came with its own problems and limits (you did do some googling as well because all this knowledge wasn’t just inherent, though bits and pieces were). He was weak. He needed sex. But you didn’t like that he latched onto you and how his intentions with you were not from a good place. They were from a place of duty. Well, they were at first. And he was your first kiss! And he ate you out when you thought you were in a dream! Those were the thoughts that filled your mind. He lied to you and even if he had a good reason to lie – it was to his benefit. Not yours. You didn’t like it. You wanted him to suffer. At least for a while.

You determined that you’d go to him and put him out of his misery (in one way or another) on the fifth day. Checking your phone, you had text after text and call after call from him. It made you smile. He felt bad and you knew he’d work hard to make you forgive him, to make it up to you, to prove himself. But that meant you’d need to allow him to. And you felt somehow, protective over Harry now. It was a strange feeling. Before you’d felt so protected by him but then everything came crashing down and you saw how fragile he truly was. You were not fragile. You could feel your strength boiling out from underneath your limbs and you just didn’t know what to do with it all. You needed guidance and a teacher.

But he’d be made to wait and suffer for five full days. You knew he wouldn’t die in five days. Could feel it. He might think he was dying, and he’d grow weaker, but you would rescue him at the end. Unless he decided to have sex with someone else in the interim. And then he could just burn if that were the case.

Harry would disagree. He was dying. His need for fornication was subdued by your help but his heart was destroyed. He’d never felt a connection and a pull so strong for anyone and now that he knew why it only made it worse. His urge for you grew stronger and he hated that you’d seen him so vulnerable. He didn’t know what to expect from you at the end of these five days. Would you give yourself to him? He would wait for you no matter what. He’d rather vanish from existence than see your rage ever again. He didn’t want to do anything to betray you. Not again. But he had his doubts that you even felt the same way about him now that you’d seen him so weak.

He was in a rather pathetic state. He couldn’t deny that his attraction to you only grew stronger now that he knew who you were. The daughter of Asmodeus and Hannah. There had to be more to this. He didn’t know of course, but the joining on a Prince of Hell and an Archangel? What was the meaning here? Did Satan and Lucifer know? Did the empress Lilith know? The Almighty? Asmodeus was one of the most powerful demons in hell. He could potentially pull off this stunt without them knowing. But he felt there was something more going on. He wanted to seek out Danny, but that meant going into hell, and possibly having Danny tempt him with your form again. He wouldn’t put it past him. If Danny switched his form into yours and begged Harry to fuck him… he squeezed his eyes closed. He couldn’t. He’d need to be patient, but something was bubbling under the surface. Something was being plotted and five days away from you was going to be the death of him.

Sam had called him and offered to come over but Harry had to turn him down. Harry was not in the best state of mind. He was subdued but not dulled completely. So he resorted to masturbation instead. He stroked his cock until he came all over himself the night you sent him away and he fell asleep with his own spunk covering his chest, like a loser. He didn’t even bother getting up to clean himself he was so distraught.

Then when he woke in a cold sweat he masturbated again, squishing his balls and moaning your name, wishing you were with him. Hoping you could hear him. Praying to your name and begging you to come to him early. Your name was the only one he’d pray to. Was he really willing to put himself in harms way for you? Because that would happen. He would likely not fare well once your parents knew what was going on and if he kept it up and continued to pursue you, they’d surely find out and turn him to dust.

Now, as the evening falls and he’s sprawled on his couch watching a movie and pumping his cock with his head thrown back, he’s doing it again. Praying to you and staving off his cravings as well as he can. He feels like a smoker that’s gone a while without a cigarette and so he’s doing okay because the hardest part is over with but he still has that undercurrent craving, the one that never dies. The one that only perks up and spikes at your senses when you smell someone else light one up or get stressed. So you take a nicotine gum to soothe and it works, but it’s not the real thing. It never will be. His masturbation is like nicotine gum. It works but he needs it frequently. Whatever you did to him to help his ache was a life saver. He feels better but it’s certainly not sustainable. Hopefully by day five you’ll be willing to wrap your bare thighs around his hips and fuck him out of his despair.

Hannah watched you walking around at Holy Falls. She knew this place. You came here with your “parents” every year. She surveyed the area and there were no other beings to be seen. Not at first. She needed to be sure you weren’t being watched, that would be a dead giveaway. She noted your distress and how you were sad and angry. More than ever maybe. She didn’t want to get too close if you were indeed coming into your own. It would be possible for you to sense her. She used her own abilities to block her presence, but it didn’t work with very powerful beings, which you were intended to become.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Not yet, Hannah thought to herself. Though it was concerning the mental state you seemed to be in. Something had disturbed you. Something had you troubled.

Hannah went through the grounds, leaving you for a bit. She wanted to catch anyone or anything that was following you, if there was anything following you. Shadowing you. Hunting you. It was the firs order of things, to secure the surrounds.

When she came upon Tamie in the periphery, Tamie hadn’t expected Hannah’s presence and she startled with a yelp and attempted her escape.

Hannah laughed and froze Tamie and then circled her frame a few times.

“A watcher. Sam’s lackey. What have you found out about my daughter.” Hannah spoke calmly and softly.

Tamie was unable to move a muscle, except her mouth and tongue to speak.

“Fuck!” Tamie spoke out. Her eyes were stuck half open and she couldn’t turn her head to see who had caught her, but she knew it was Hannah. This was not supposed to happen. Tamie knew this was risky, especially now that you were presenting your powers, someone in heaven or hell would be tipped off sooner or later.

“Mmm… that wasn’t an answer. Tamie, is it? Yes, Tamie.” Hannah settled in front of Tamie so they could be face on and Hannah could look at Tamie directly. “Now, tell me. What have you found out about my daughter?”

Tamie tried to blink but of course, it didn’t work. Her eyes were quickly drying out and burned. She breathed out a quivering breath, “Not much. Um… we just knew she had some sort of power and we wanted to follow up on it, make sure she wasn’t missing from the system, you know… because all demons or angels should be accounted for.”

Hannah hummed and tilted her head, “Right. Of course. And how were aware that she had some sort of power. Who told you?”

Here is where it got tricky. Tamie didn’t want to out anyone and outing an incubus meant certain death for them. Incubus had very few tasks to undergo on earth. One was to have sex with mortals and another was to get a being pregnant to carry on the lineage every one hundred years. Either could get him killed or sent to purgatory and never be heard from again. If they knew an incubus had found her they’d know of his intentions. It was unlikely he’d be let off the hook even if he hadn’t technically defiled her.

“I don’t know. I only am tasked with watching her and reporting back to Sam. We are trying to determine what she is.” Tamie tried to close her eyes again and she felt herself wince when she realized Hannah could probably hear each and every one of her thoughts.

“You’re not telling me everything. Who is in love with Y/n? Someone wants her. Tell me their name.” Hannah was nearly nose to nose with Tamie now. Tamie was good. She wasn’t revealing much in her mind, she was a good watcher. Well trained.

Tamie could feel her heart pumping furiously and she willed her brain to think about anything else, she’d been trained for this. She thought about the reading of The Book of Lucifer. She quietly recited versus and even though her eyes were forced open and to look directly at Hannah, she went through verse after verse in her head, “Why should I not hate mine enemies―if I "love" them does that not place me at their mercy?”

Hannah scoffed and stood up straight. She was done waiting for answers from this watcher. She raised her arms to start a small gale which would force honesty and break Tamie’s will, when suddenly you were there watching the spectacle.

“What? Tamie? And who are you?” You neared the two women with curiosity. You recognized Tamie, who you were not happy to see. The woman had sex with your boyfriend. The other woman was different. A very different creature. Somehow very familiar.

She put her arms down and looked at you with shock on her face but then smiled and reached a hand toward you, “I’m Hannah. Tamie and I were just doing some, uh… business. You know her?”

“Yes. We’ve met once. What is happening here? Tamie why are you here?” You could see that Tamie seemed to be frozen or standing extremely still. You could almost hear Tamie’s thoughts. She was speaking in her mind and reciting something you didn’t quite understand. But a flicker of a thought cascaded to you, very brief, it could have been nothing, but it was there. Say nothing, before she went back to reciting whatever it was. You were confused. Say nothing?

Hanna was now standing in front of you and looking at you with a small smile. She gently put her hand onto yours and it nearly had you jolted backward. It was too much. The small gesture had you jerking your hand back and stepping away from her. It felt like electricity bolted through your veins and it wasn’t pleasant.

“Who are you?” You didn’t want her to touch you again and you tried listening to her like you had with Harry and just now with Tamie. You hadn’t quite gotten it down yet, how to accurately read and hear thoughts. Especially when there was more than one person at a time.

“I’m just a friend of Tamie’s. Only here to make sure she’s okay.” Hannah hadn’t expected you to find them. She shielded her presence and Tamie’s the moment she froze Tamie. You were certainly more powerful than you already should be. This was an issue. Anther issue was that she was having a difficult time knowing with you. She couldn’t quite filter out the things in your mind to form any conclusive answer or real thought. Tamie had to struggle to keep her thoughts active and jumbled but you didn’t even have to try. It was like you had a lock in your brain that was solid and wouldn’t allow for anyone to intrude. Not even your own mother. You were quite powerful, after all. She knew this going into the deal that you could possibly possess more powers than even she could. But already? They hadn’t even had a chance to teach you and train you. She needed to get Asmodeus up here and fast before you completely blocked them both, of your presence and your mind. They needed to be able to redirect you to follow their intended path. If they couldn’t track you easily this would be worse than she thought.

“Tamie and I were just leaving. We’ll be out of your hair.” Hannah watched you and clearly you weren’t buying any of her bullshit. Normally Hannah could easily convince someone about anything. But you weren’t buying any of it.

And you were frustrated by what was happening. You felt out of your element and now all of this? Why was Tamie here of all places? Why was Tamie reciting weird quotes in her mind and who was Hannah? She was someone important and she had something to do with the state of Tamie.

You knew things were happening in you. You believed Harry when he told you about your real mother and father, and strangely, it wasn’t a surprise to you when he told you. But you still needed answers. About whom you were, about what you could do. About what was the fuck was going on.

“No. Tell me who you are, Hannah. Why are you here and why have you frozen Tamie like this? Tamie is terrified. What have you done?”

Hannah was done talking. It was no use. She could not yet reveal to you her identity. She needed Asmodeus. She shook her head and blew a kiss to you and when she spread her arms you saw a great white shadow behind her and then in a blink of an eye, Tamie and Hannah were gone.

You could no longer wait for answers. As much as you wanted to make Harry wait five days to see you, he was someone you trusted (even if you were angry with him), and he was weak enough that he couldn’t block or jumble his thoughts from you anymore. He’d answer all your questions and maybe give you some clarity.

Hannah didn’t leave Earth’s realm. She needed to stay close and she kept Tamie to pull answers from her. Tamie would tire eventually and give in, telling them what they needed to know. In the meantime, she phoned Asmodeus.

“Hannah. What have you found?” Asmodeus was concerned. He wasn’t so worried that he felt he should join her but the more he thought about what Lilith had told him the more anxious he got in waiting for Hannah’s update.

“It’s bad, Mo. She’s very powerful right now. I have the watcher who had eyes on her and I’m going to get information about what they know. But she saw me. She spoke to me, Y/n did. And get this, her thoughts weren’t revealed to me and she was able to easily find me even though I’d hidden my presence. We need to act fast. If she can so easily block her thoughts then she can block her entire being. We will have to do stake outs which will be such a fucking waste of our time. She’s at this conference right now, at Holy Falls. I told you about it in the past. She goes every year. I need you.”

Asmodeus cringed. Rising to Earth’s realm was always such a cumbersome ordeal for him. But it sounded bad.

“Why aren’t you able to get information from the watcher right now? Maybe we’re jumping ahead of ourselves here, Hannah.”

“Fuck! Why are you so lazy? And I didn’t get the information from the watcher yet because Y/n stopped it when she found me. I was just about to. But I wanted to call you first so you could be on your way. Immediately. You need to be here. Waiting even one more day will put us behind. We have to redirect her and fast. She’s blocking me already, Mo. Which means she’s blocking you.”

Asmodeus shook his head and sighed, “Fine. I’ll be there with you as soon as physically possible.”

He finished his whiskey first. He would allow himself another thirty minutes.

You drove to Harry’s. You figured you could probably do something where you just appear to him, but you weren’t exactly sure of the logistics of that. Plus a drive would help you calm down a little, some music, the city lights at night, the freeway…

You parked along the circle driveway behind Harry’s SUV and looked around you. Now you felt you were always being watched. You knocked at Harry’s door.

Harry had been dozing off on his couch to a terrible movie on that he couldn’t pay attention to. When he heard the knock his gut bubbled with nerves. Who could be at his door at this hour?

He slowly made his way to the door and tried to ready his appearance. He looked like shit. He hadn’t cleaned himself, he smelled, his hair was every which way… but then it was you. It was your sent and he scurried faster to the large wooden door and unlatched the bolts and quickly pulled it open. You’d answered his prayers!

“Y/n! You’re here! Fuck! I missed you!” He tried to hug you but you titled your head back and pushed at his chest and then walked around him to get inside.

“Close your door. I think I’m being watched.” You said and you could smell Harry. You still really loved his scent but he needed to bathe quite badly. You scrunched your nose and looked around the living room.

Harry followed after you quickly, “What do you mean you’re being watched?” He knew there was a watcher on you at all times but it was possible you’d figured that out with your highly aware state now.

“I saw Tamie, but she was another woman. The woman had frozen Tamie in place. Her name was Hannah.” You looked at Harry and his eyes widened. He quickly covered your mouth but you pulled away. His hands were dirty too.

“Don’t say that name again! That is the name of your mother. You will summon her if you say her name. Can you block your presence or at least your thoughts? Do you know how to do this? Probably not… it’s all too soon. Fuck! I need to call on Aim. I’m gonna get killed. Fuck, fuck fuck!” Harry was keyed up and frantic.

“Stop!! Will you? Jesus! Just wait… Han… she is my mother? Her? She’s … I look nothing like her! What do you mean block my presence? Why?”

You and Harry sat down. There was a lot to cover. First and foremost he needed you to attempt a blocking spell so you couldn’t be found. He walked you through the steps and you followed easily with him. He couldn’t do it himself, but he knew it could be done and he knew you could do it.

Once that was out of the way he felt his breathing calm, “Okay. That bought us a little time. You have somehow alerted someone of your powers. I don’t know the details but I do know that things could be dangerous. Your mother and father are very powerful and their joining is a concern. It could point to a large issue in heaven or hell. Or both… we don’t know and it isn’t something I’m privy to. But we can’t be too careful.”

You nod and take it in. You have so many questions and you don’t know where to start.

“You said she has Tamie? Fuck!” Harry put his head into his hands and pulled at his roots with his fingers. With his head titled down he could smell himself. It wasn’t good. Neither the circumstance, nor his odor.

“Yes. Tamie was chanting some quotes or something I couldn’t understand exactly. And then Ha… my mother suddenly vanished with her. So, you think she’s trying to get information from Tamie, then?” You could tell that was what Harry was already thinking.

Harry nodded, his hands still in his hair, his face aimed at his lap, “This isn’t good. Mostly because we don’t know what their intentions are.” Then he looked up at you, “Were you able to listen to your mother’s thoughts?”

You shook you head. Harry’s light speckled, forest eyes on yours had you softening toward him almost immediately, despite his need for a shower. He was still the most beautiful creature you’d ever seen. Even in his current state. You could almost hear his words out loud, he was thinking the same thing you were. He found you captivating just as you found him, and he was feeling better already now that you were here.

You smiled at him, “I feel better too. I’m still pissed, though. You’re not off the hook. I only came to you early because I needed answers and I trust you.”

Harry smiled back at you, “You trust me? Still?” Harry was elated. You didn’t hate him. You were just mad. He could get past mad. As long as you still wanted to be around him, that could be overcome.

You sighed and nodded, “Sure. Since you can’t lie to me anymore I know you’re always telling me the truth.” You smirked at him, “Now, give me as much information as you can. Anything important for me to know. Starting with Tamie. Why was she there?”

Harry laid out as much as could for you. There was so much. You both decided it was best to keep together. Mostly so you could continue gaining knowledge from Harry and so you could keep him safe. You could stay hidden for now but it was only a matter of time before Tamie caved and you’d both need to find a different place to hide out, at least until you could figure out what was going on with your real parents and why they were kidnapping a watcher to get information.

“You need to wash, though, Harry. I’m not staying here if you don’t clean up.” You teased. Yes, you needed him to clean up but you wouldn’t leave to go anywhere else. Going back to Holy Falls was too risky. Your parents might send someone to find you. Your house was risky for the same reason. Harry’s house would become risky if Tamie spilled the beans.

Harry showered and put on clean clothes and then offered to make you food when he heard your stomach growl. You hadn’t eaten all day because you’d been so distraught with everything. But now that you were with Harry again you felt comforted and more at ease.

Harry continued telling you things when he’d remember something else he felt you should know. As he was explaining to you about your father’s physical appearance he was boiling noodles and you could feel his excitement. He was excited you were here and for more reasons than one. You laughed to yourself. The man was always horny. He tried explaining to you about his needs and he even apologized to you again about his misconduct and how he’d technically cheated on you but should be forgiven on default because of the way his kind is made. He gave you puppy dog eyes and you rolled yours.

You did like how he moved around his kitchen, tall and dreamy, and his voice was warming and attractive. Every time he’d look at you from over his shoulder or he’d smirk at you with those stupid pink lips you couldn’t help but slowly let the feelings of your own anger dissolve under foot. He was a charmer alright. Naturally charming and handsome.

You sat side by side as you both ate your noodles when you asked about Sam, “So, you like men as well?” You raised your brows and took a bite.

Harry shrugged and nodded, “Sure. I like any humanoid type of creature really. Not picky. Well, okay… I am picky. Before you I chose very specifically and men or women, or anything in between that tickled my fancy. There have been times when I’ve been more desperate than others, but yeah… sure. I like men. Sam was more for convenience because I was feeling quite ill, dangerously so,” there it was, the dramatic filings of Harry exposed once again, you rolled your eyes as he continued, “but he is attractive, so… well, I just needed it. Wouldn’t have ever gone there with him if I’d had you. Not that I wanted to pressure you.”

You both listened when you took turns speaking. It was nice to have his attention and see him again, even though you’d technically only gone 24 hours without seeing him, it felt longer. So much had happened.

After Harry cleaned up the kitchen, he came behind you as you sat at the island and caged you in with a palm flat on the marble on either side of you. He spoke into your ear, whispering, “I only want you. I’ll do anything to have you forgive me. I’m yours. If you still want me.”

You closed your eyes when his warm breath spilt down your neck and lingered in your hair. He still gave you goosebumps. The way he spoke in a soft cadence into your neck had you pulling your head to the side involuntarily to allow him space.

When you lifted a hand from your lap onto the marble in front of you Harry’s pinky reached out to touch yours gently, but it was like his skin on yours had plugged you into a monitor where you could visualize his dirty thoughts. The images in his head. The things he wanted to do. But it was filled with sweetness too, it wasn’t just dirty. He was aroused and he was hoping, but he wasn’t stupid to think you’d give in.

You swallowed the lump in your throat at the images he had in his head and breathed out through your nose. You wanted to stay angry and teach him a real lesson. But what lesson would that be? Even with your own powers and morals and reasoning he was clouding your senses and you felt weak for him. To have just a taste, something to have of him. You’d only just started to get used to anything sexually, and you enjoyed the things he showed you and how he made you feel. You liked it all. You liked Harry.

You leaned back into the inside curve of his shoulders and turned your head toward him as he took this as an invitation and his lips found the skin on your neck. It was your undoing. His lips at your neck and the way he crowded you and how he smelled on you…

Your mouth began to water when you visualized him naked again. His sizeable dick and the way his pec muscles were so nice to hold onto when you’d slide yourself over him. Maybe you’d do more. Maybe you could see what it would be like to have sex. If it was with anyone it would be nice for it to be Harry. He could do it right, you knew he would. He’d make you feel good. And the things in his mind told you what you really needed to know, how much he adored you. How deeply he felt for you.

He moved the hair away from the back of your neck as he continued trailing his wet lips over your skin. His breathing was hard and you could feel puffs of breath falling from his nose as he worked his warm lips over your sensitive flesh. He inhaled deeply to soak in your essence. There was nothing like your scent. He wanted to bathe in you, swim in you, taste you so badly he was dizzy.

You shuddered a breath and you realized how aroused you were, how easily he worked you up. And you shouldn’t be. Should you? But it was too late, because you were feeling the warmth caress down your back and around to your tummy and then your insides. The slow heating of your body increased little by little until you were turned on enough that you’d leaked into your panties. You let out the smallest and softest moan and Harry nudged into you closer, his arms sliding down yours and his hands moved over yours. He didn’t want to do too much. He’d let you make the next move but his low simmer was about to become a full on boil with the way you moaned. He was hard in his pants, god you made him so hard.

You had had enough of this. You wanted more. You sat up and turned yourself toward the tall demon and kissed his mouth. It was like a small explosion at first touch, and the fallout was everything that happened after. Harry nearly fell into you and groaned as you grasped onto his collar, pulling him down to you. The stool under you wobbled as he clung to your waste. You both moved together, you sliding off the stool with a stumble and Harry holding on to you for dear life.

When you stood steady on your feet you grasped his shoulders awkwardly as he continued pressing his mouth onto yours in desperation. He didn’t want to slack up the hold he had on you, but instead covered you with his body as he curled around you. Your lips continued moving together as if you hadn’t just kissed him the day before. It felt like magic, his lips on yours and your tongue licking over his.

Without even realizing it, you two were slowly moving toward the stairs which would take you up to his bedroom. Your hands were still clutching onto his shirt at his shoulders, his arms were draped around your waste, keeping you tight to his body, your mouths never parting. The ascent up the stairs was clumsy, unwieldy, and slightly dangerous (if you’d been mortal). And it took a lot longer to make it to his second floor with the way your bodies were fused together, not to mention the minute long break three quarters of the way up when you had Harry pushed into his railing and he brought his hands down to your bottom and pressed you into his bulky center. You gasped and he bucked into you and that created a bit more hustle from you to get to the top.

When you finally crossed the threshold of his large bedroom the air changed. You both suddenly stopped and looked at one another with heaving chests and wet lips. Harry’s hands moved to your hips slowly as he softly squeezed. In his eyes and in his heart, you heard the words he wanted to speak, to ask; I want you. Can I have you? Do you want me? I’m yours.

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Date Night

Synopsis: One where Harry finally manages to convince his partner on a fancy dinner date

CW: mentions of anxiety, depression and body dysmorphia.

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It was a Friday night, YN had gotten off work early.

Well, to be honest she got nothing done today. Working from home comes with it's own pros and cons.

She liked to stay the weekend at home, buried in her bed. Maybe binge watch some random show on a random OTT site. Or just sleep.

Since the pandemic, YN had fallen into a dark place mentally. She could work from home but she was stuck in country over seas from her family.

She works at the London branch of Columbia Music label, in the marketing department. That's where she met Harry, now her boyfriend of almost two years.

Harry actually slipped her a personal email after a zoom meeting on planning a strategy to market his new album, asking for her number. YN was the team leader of the team who'd work hard on coming onto new ideas, so she had to be present in the meeting, explaining the presentation whilst her foster kitten walk all in front of her camera as she talked.

At first, YN was very sceptical about the e-mail. It was under his name, but it could be anyone. People hack into random zoom meeting all the time now. But again how did he get her e-mail?

So she just deleted that e-mail.

The next session though, he slipped into her private messages asking if she got his email. Of course she gave him his number as he said that he wanted to be involved in the process. She understood, it was his album, he spent days and nights working on it with his friends, he has to have a say in how it's marketed. Well, he partially lied. He just grew a tiny little infatuation on her, he wanted to get to know her.

It was her first project as Team Leader ever. She had just been promoted and it was sort of new to her when corporate decided to give her the position. Of course she was energetic going head first into the new responsibilities given to her. Especially for one of the company's biggest clients.

Her new responsibilities came with so much scrutiny as she was the youngest and least experienced person to be put up in a position of a leader. Disregarding her work ethics, her leadership skills and strengths, plus her qualifications.

It took a huge toll on her.

Talking to Harry was only thing keeping her sane in that moment, even though they had never seen each other in person ever before.

Whilst her parents and siblings were supportive of her in every single way, but yet, everytime she called them they'd be complaining about one another jokingly and never listen to her. She tried talking to her mother, but did she it never worked out as her entire family was stuck in one house.

Harry and her started dating around the time he was back in London. Their first date was on a FaceTime call. She was having some leftover rice she made the night before for dinner, and he was eating a Chinese take out and a homemade salad he made.

The salad was for balance, he said to her.

She was sat in living room/Dining room/bedroom/office; her coffee table, whilst he was comfortably sat at his fancy dining table at home. She didn't had her foster kitten to lurk around anymore, it got adopted very soon.

They continued to talk to one another over calls, texts, FaceTime every chance Harry got to be free. YN was basically free all the time, she works from home- unless she's in an online meeting. They'd fall asleep on FaceTime with one another. It was a long distance relationship even when both of them were in same place because of the pandemic restrictions. But both of them felt safe enough to move forward with their relationship.

Of course, Harry saw her falling into a dark place mentally. In fact she came forward and shared it with him finally as she was tired of being ignored by her family. He suggested her a few things which never worked out for her, and she is yet to find out a therapist she resonates with.

The first time Harry visited her flat to see her, it was like he has always been living there. He knew where everything was. That's when he took her to a very fancy dinner date. Their first and last fancy dinner date ever.

This time, Harry was in town finally after an exhausting yet memorable leg of tour in the States. He was dress fancy, the Prince Of Wales jacket from his own collection with a baby blue shirt underneath it, pair of black pants, and a random black coat because it was cold outside.

He walked into his girlfriend's flat buried in her bed, watching some gruesome murder documentory without a sliver of expression on her face. Her eyes and lips red, she probably cried whole day whilst working.

"Hey darling!" He dropped his coat and a bag he brought with him on the sofa and walked straight towards her bed. "What's wrong baby?"

"I don't know." She sniffled pausing the show she was watching. Pushing her laptop aside she straight away went in to hug him tight.

"Oh my angel!" He squeezed her tight closer to his chest. "It's alright baby, I'm here for you."

"I don't know why I'm crying all day. I just feel so numb." She mumbled, her face pushed against his neck.

Well, she's been stuck in her flat for about three months now. She only ever goes to buy groceries now, which she doesn't have to for two week straight. Her appetite has died a little bit from not getting much excercise done.

"I know baby, I know." He rubbed her back. "I came in to surprise you on a date, do you think getting out of the house would help you?"

"I seriously don't know." She shook her head, still hugging him close.

"How about we at least try, yeah?" He suggested, "you might feel better today by getting out. I'll have us a fun day planned for tomorrow as well." She whined in protest to that, "come on now, I've missed you. I promise we can leave if you don't feel like staying, okay?"

"Okay." She agreed, pulling away from him.

"Alright, I got you something." He with that he fetched her the bag he left on her sofa.

Inside was a cat plushy he saw a random store when he was out and about with his friends, he bought it because it reminded him of her. Along with it was a little bracelet he bought from yet another local business. But the cat mattered most to her in that moment.

"Thank you!" She cooed.

"You like it!" He flashed his dimples smile. "Now do get ready, we have a reservation at eight-thirty."

It was quater past five.

"Harry..." YN sighed, "I don't think I want to go to a fancy place."

"It's not that fancy."

"Harry, you took me a seven star restaurant saying the same thing." She groaned.

"I promise, it's not that fancy." He assured her, "wear the blue dress you impulsively bough online the other day, please?" He dragged her to her closet.

"I don't think it's going to fit me now," she made an excuse.

Or was it an excuse? It was a dress which is supposed her fit her figure like it was her skin at the bodice, doesn't matter if it had puffy long sleeves or it was hemmed at the floor length. She had obviously gained weight lile almost everyone else in the world during the pandemic.

Well, Harry was an exception. He's in more shape than ever. In a very healthy and very fucking cool way.

She had nothing else to wear though to a fancy restaurant, she rented a dress because their first date was planned days ahead. So she had no other option than to wear it.

Harry waited patiently for her to take a shower and het ready, he in fact helped himself with some tea and helped her with her with the pile of dirty dishes. Even made her bed and folded the pile of clean laundry making neat stacks on her bed so she can put them away as she wished. All while he heard the shower go off and the hair dryer running.

Her house was pretty much clean apart from being messy. He know however she may be feelings, she doesn't like when a foul smell lingers around her flat or there is garbage laying around. She's just messy with her personal stuff.

He did not dare to touch her work desk though. She's very protective of that part of her flat.

She'd fine if he'd go through her personal valuables of documents, she hates it when anyone touches her desk or even moved a pen on there.

"Harry?" She called from the bathroom.

"Yes, love?"

"Can you please zip up my dress?" She asked opening the bathroom door just to pop her head out to look at him. He is always happy to help her.

He knows if she was in a good mood he wouldn't even let her put it on before they had a quickie. Keeping his mind out of gutter he helped her.

"You look so pretty baby, you were doubting yourself for nothing!" He placed a delicate kiss on side of her neck.

"I don't know, it doesn't look good."

All she saw was her perfectly normal tummy and her arms showing through the sheer fabric sticking out like needles in her eyes. She was doubting when the dress arrived in mail, she tried it on then showed it to Harry on FaceTime. It was a little loose and didn't fit her well. It doesn't now either.

"Come on, you know how hard I'm trying to keep my hands to myself now?" Harry genuinely find it difficult, he's not saying it to hype her up.

She just took in a deep breath and nodded, excused herself for wanting to do her makeup which wasn't much just some mascara and eyeliner she smoked out with concealer to hide her dark circles and eye bags and a pink lipstick. All the while Harry was sat there on the edge of the shower/bathtub admiring her. He helped her pick out the right pair of earrings, she already had the necklace she wears everyday, her dad gifted her on her 16th birthday. And they were set to go.

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YN followed closely behind Harry, pulling out the micro fabric fibers from the cuff of his coat. It won't ruin it. But she's very anxious, well aware of her actions she stopped when the hostess welcomed them and showed them to their table.

It was in the more private and upper level of the restaurant, it was still a five star restaurant. Hardly anymore people there other than a group of six people, and two more couples enjoying their time. It seemed very empty considering the place was huge.

Soft talking and laughing noises seemed to have fade out as the waitress handed her and Harry the menu for drinks. Well, she doesn't drink but it gave her anxiety to even ask for some cold water. She'd gotten so used to ordering everything online, without having to interact with another human being.

"I, I, I will, uhhh..." YN looked at the menu again, "ummm... I, I'll have water please."

"Okay, would you like mineral water or regular water?" The waitress asked, completely disregarding that YN was stuttering and basically sweating.

"Any, any kind would be find. Just, just cold please." She tried to smile the best she could.

The waitress got taking Harry's order, with complete changes in demeanor. It made YN feel more insecure about herself. And maybe that girl was trying to flirt with him, which went completely ignored from his side. But that didn't YN at ease what so ever.

Harry was quick with his order. Maybe the waitress just wants to get back home soon tonight. It's weekend!

Maybe she's the problem here. Yeah!

"Harry?" She called quietly, trying to gulp the lump in her throat, "I, I jist need to, need to use the restroom, I'll be back."

"Okay." He nodded.

"I, I'll leave my purse here." She left her purse with him. In her mind she was letting him know she's not going to runaway, if that ever comes to his mind.

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Harry sat there, waiting for his girlfriend. But it's been more than five minutes she's gone. Luckily she took her phone with her. So he tried to text but she was back.

"I'm sorry." Her nose was stuffy, like she cried.

"Hey, baby what's wrong?" He reached for her hand accross the table.

"I, I'm fine." She assured him.

When it was time to order again, YN was on the verge of having a heart attack there. Harry asked for another five minutes to look through the menu.

"Baby you sure, you're alright?" He asked again, "you seem all flustered. Your face has turned all red. Want to go somewhere else, or go back home?"

"I, I just..." YN was finding it very heavy to breathe there, "I want some fresh air. I don't know. I'm sorry."

"Hey, never apologise for wanting to get out of uncomfortable situation, okay?" He assured her, "we'll wait for the waitress to come back out and tell her we don't find anything interesting to eat on the menu, then we'll leave."

"Mhmm," she nodded with teary eyes.

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Harry unlocked the door for his girl, like a gentleman he is he stood there with the door open to the passenger seat.

"I'm sorry about that." She mumbled.

"Hey, I told you it's alright." He assured her, "you want to go somewhere else to eat? We can go through the Burger King drive thru and I can order for you."

"I'm not hungry anymore." She shared, "I'll make you something to eat back home." That's when her tummy made a noise.

"Mhmm, I can hear that." He placed a delicate kiss on her forehead, "come on, get in."

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"Here you go, Madam." Harry handed the bag of food to YN as he drove ahead and parked in the empty parking lot. "Are you still planning to go see your parents this summer? I mean, summer there at your place?"

"Mhmm." YN nodded talking a bite off her burger, "do you want to come along?"

"You're asking me to go see your parents?" He teased her.

"I have met your family, I want you to meet mine. Please?"

He could see now that she's getting comfortable, her anxiety vanishing away. Not that her parents don't know about him, they love him in fact. It's like they've adopted him. Especially YN's mum, she has sent loads of homemade goodies especially for him, her dad approves of him. Her little sisters are best friends with him now, they sent him little handmade birthday cards on his last two birthdays.

"Okay." He shrugged. "Are you going to show me around where you grew up?"

"Of course, of course!" She got excited, "I'll take you to my school, then we'll go see my college campus and take you to the local markets."

"Sounds fun, baby." He chuckled, "can't wait to go with you."

They sat there eating their fast food dinner, dressed as fancy as fancy can get. Harry's new playlist for YN playing in soft volume in the background.

"You alright now, lovie?" He enquired, "you want to talk about earlier?"

"I, I don't know what happened honestly." She stuttered, "I, I think I got a little, I, I think I was a bit claustrophobic in there. And uhhhh... the, the waitress was making me feel a little uneasy there."

Harry knew exactly what she was talking about. She got insecure there, he's well aware that the waitress was trying to flirt with him which he didn't not pay any mind to. He can also understand where YN is coming from on this.

"I'm glad you're feeling better now." He started, "and I didn't pay her a mind darling, if that's what you're trying to say. I know she was trying to flirt and all but I had and still have my eyes for you and you only. I hope I'm not assuming anything out of line here."

"No, no, you're not." She shook her head and took in a deep breath of relief. It felt like a weight being lifted off her shoulders. "You know it felt so good to finally be able to talk my feelings out and have someone understand me!"

"What about your therapy baby? Are you going anymore?" He got confused a little.

"I'm yet to find a therapist I can really talk to. I feel so judged, which is not right, right?" She looked and sounded very frustrated.

"Mhmm it's not right." He nodded, "do you feel like you can talk to me about anything which is bothering you?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, "I do."

"Then you know you can share anything and everything with me, baby. You know I want to be there for you. Whilst I can't offer you any professional help but you can still talk your heart out to me, hopefully talking helps you. I promise, and you know I'll listen to every word you say. Until you find a therapist who works with you, you can talk it out to me, yeah? If not we'll figure something or other out." His assuring words sure made her emotional there.

"I love you so much Harry!" YN leaned over the centre console to hug him tightly. "So much!"

"I love you so much too baby!" He reciprocated with a returning hug.

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