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dean x reader

[loosely based on Chris Janson's "Drunk Girl"]

Y/N and Dean had been best friends for years, so long that she was there when Sammy left for Stanford. Recently, though, Dean noticed that Y/N was different. She was drinking more, crying more. Dean didn't know what to do.

Dean has had feelings for Y/N for a few years, but he was too afraid to ruin what they've had for such a long time. He didn't wanna say anything in case she didnt feel the same. He wouldn't know what to do if she didn't feel the same.

After a bad hunt about 3 years back, Y/N moved into the bunker with the Winchester boys. Both Dean and Sam were worried about her at the time, and knew that her living with them would be the best option.

It was 2 a.m. and Dean couldn't sleep. He was worried about her health. He was worried about her and he kept wondering why she was doing what she was doing. He heard her in the kitchen, slurring words as she talked to herself, and then he heard something fall. He got out of bed and raced to the kitchen to check on her.

He found her in the floor, passed out with a once full bottle of scotch sitting on the countertop. He sighed, walking over to her and bending down to the floor.

He moved hair from her face, tear stains evident on her rosy cheeks. Dean picked her up and took her down the hall to her room, which is just two doors away from his. He layed her down, covering her up and kissing her cheek in the process. He turned her bathroom light on and cracked the door in case she woke up in the middle of the night.

He went back to the kitchen and found her phone. He went back to her room and plugged her phone up. He got in her nightstand and grabbed medicine she had aways kept for his drunken nights. Her got two capsules and left them by her phone. He also grabbed a sticky note that said, "Please be careful. Come talk to me when you wake up. -Dean x"

He barely slept that night, tossing and turning for hour on hours. It was close to 7 a.m. when she appeared in his room. She looked like a hot mess. Her hair was messy, and she had been crying yet again.

"Dean," she softly spoke, trying to hide her tears from her best friend.

Dean sat up in bed and made room for her as she walked over to get in next to him. He wrapped his arms around the once drunk girl and held her close. He didn't want to lose her to this.

"I can't thank you enough, Dean," she softly spoke, "I have been throwing my life away. I drink every night, just risking my life like it doesn't matter. You swooped in when my body finally fought back last night. You took care of me. You took me home. I was just a poor drunk girl and you were a man. I can't tell you how thankful I am to have you in my life, Dean Winchester."

She has tears running down her cheeks as she looked up at him. He presed a few kisses to her forehead. She grabbed his face, making him look down on her.

Dean wanted to kiss her, and kiss her with everything he had. But, she beat him to it. Her lips were all of a sudden on his, and he didn't fight it. He loved every second of that kiss. He's been waiting years for this.

"I love you," she whispered to him, making his tired face smile.

"I love you too, kid," he whispered as he kissed her again.

(dean has a nightmare that wakes him up in the middle of the night in a state of mind that Y/N coaxes him out of)

I personally got inspired by a few lyrics from “The Night We Met” from 13 Reasons Why. enjoy!

-

Dean had been trashing around all night. You stayed awake, knowing tonight was gonna be a rough night. You prepped how you were gonna help him, and you knew he was gonna need the help.

He finally woke up, and when he did it was terrifying. He was crying, and gasping for air.

“Dean,” you softly spoke, “Dean baby look at me. I’m right here.”

“Y/N? You’re alive? Thank god you’re alive,” he panicked, hugging you as tight as possible. His breaths were uneven and he was shaking from fear.

“One moment I had you, and the next you were gone. You died, or you were already dead. You were a ghost. I didn’t know what the hell I was supposed to do, sweetheart. I tried everything to get to you I promise-“

“Dean, look at me,” you sternly spoke.

“Go back to the night we met,” you whispered as his eyes locked with yours. His eyes were filled with tears, the room feeling his panic state of mind as everything froze but you and Dean.

“Are you there?” You asked him.

He nodded, his eyes closing as your hand ran through his hair.

“Remember it. Put yourself there. Remember the way we danced, the laughs we shared, the scent of my perfume, just anything.”

His chest slowly calmed down as he put himself in one of the best moments of his life. He showed you a small smile, which made you sigh in relief.

“That perfume is my favorite, you know?” He whispered quietly.

You nodded, laying your head on his chest.

- Dean and the reader have been in a relationship for some time, and after all these years Dean is still in shock he got a girl as wonderful as her.

-

Dean and Y/N has been through hell together- literally. Deans died a few times, and Y/N’s actually died once, but was graciously saved by Cas. And yet, she still managed to be with Dean Winchester.

They argue, cry, laugh, and pretty much do everything together. Dean’s too stubborn to listen to her sometimes, and Y/N hates when he acts that way. But, she still seemed to love Dean Winchester.

As Dean layed in bed, he wondered what it was about him that kept her around. He was aggravating, stubborn, hard headed- the list could go on. Was he being too hard on himself? What has really kept her with him?

“Dean,” she mumbled sleepily in the dark, her hand going to his chest as she sat up enough to see his handsome face.

God, she loved him. To her, he was perfect. He had his imperfections, but that didn’t matter to her. She loved him for his caring and overprotective personality. She loved him for holding her when she can’t sleep, or when she’s so stressed she’s trying to rip her hair out and not have a panic attack.

She loved him cause he had yet to leave her. She’s sometimes clingy, worries about his safety, stubborn (even though she knows he is too), and likes to help out on hunts, which he absolutely hates.

“Yeah, baby? What’s going on?” He mumbled, his voice laced in sleep he thought he wasn’t gonna get tonight.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, her fingers running through his dirty blonde hair.

“Why are you with me?” He blurted, not meaning to sound so harsh when he said it.

“What?”

“I mean,” he paused, “just after everything, I somehow managed to still have you. And I’m wondering why. After everything I have put you through-“

“Dean, stop,” she spoke, “I don’t know why you ever wondered. I wanted to be apart of all of it. Most of the time one of us -including Sam- ends up hurt. We might end up fighting about the hunts, or just something pretty damn stupid. But, I wouldn’t wanna be with anyone else, Dean. Nobody can make me feel like the way you do.”

Dean was stunned. “But I don’t know what I’ve done to keep you around. I’m not trying to sound harsh or anything, but I’m surprised you haven’t left me yet.”

His hand rested on the low of her back, the other currently at his side. He rubbed her back, occasionally playing with the ends of her hair. He knew for a fact she absolutely loved it when he does that.

“I’m still with you because you care for me. Your protective of me, and I never really had that before. You take care of me, hold me when I’m stressed, and you are there for me when I just need company. You fix my wounds when I get hurt, and I take care of you. I wouldn’t wanna be with anyone else, Dean Winchester. You’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else. I just want you. You’re perfect to me. And I love you so much.”

Dean was smiling ear to ear by the time she was done. He never knew she appreciated those things. He never knew how much his actions meant to her.

“I love you, Y/N. You really do make me the happiest man alive, you know that?” He mumbled to her, playing with her hair as she layed her head on his chest.

(in which Dean tries to makes the reader a promise and he just can’t go through with it.)

-

Lately, you and the Winchester brothers have been going through a lot. Your family was murdered years ago, and the demon that killed them has been hunting you ever since. Luckily, Bobby saved you and sent you with Dean and Sam to stay away from it as long as possible.

That was three years ago, but the demon is getting close. Since starting your relationship with Dean a year ago, he’s been getting more and more protective. Swearing to you nothing was gonna happen and that he was gonna be there.

It was late at night, and the three of you just got back to the bunker from a hunt in Louisiana. You and Dean were banged up a little bit, and Sam just had a few cuts and bruises. Maybe even a small concussion.

After the two of you showered after bidding a good night to Sam, you crawled into bed. Dean was slipping on some sleep pants and got in bed next to you, not bothering with a shirt.

You hadn’t talked to Dean about the stuff you had heard about the demon. He didn’t know the demon was in Kansas, getting closer to you by the minute. You didn’t know how to tell him, but it was now or never.

“Dean?” You quietly spoke as he was rubbing his calloused hands across his face.

“Yeah baby? What’s going on?” He spoke back, looking at you.

Tears threatened to leave your eyes, and he quickly noticed, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Dean, I have been keeping something from you, and when I tell you and ask you this next question I want you to promise me you’ll go through with it.”

Dean was confused, but nodded.

You took a deep breath, and spoke, “He’s here. He’s in Kansas, and he knows where I am. He knows I am with you and Sam-“

“Y/N why didn’t you freaking te-“

“Dean, please just give me a second to finish,” you interrupted, and he nodded with annoyance.

“He knows I am with the two of the best hunters out there. He’s gonna kill you both, Dean. So when he comes to get me, because I know he will, I need you to kill me.”

Deans eyes widened and he got out of the bed, “Kill you? Kill you? Are you fucking serious? Y/N what went through your mind that even gave you the slightest idea that I would promise that to you? I love you, and I’m not gonna kill you.”

“Dean, I get that you’re mad-“

“Mad? You think I’m mad? I’m pissed. How could you even think that I would do that? And how could you not tell me that you know he’s here? Were you even gonna tell me?”

He was fuming, you could tell. “Yes, Dean. I was gonna tell you.”

“When, Y/N? When were you gonna tell me? When I was asleep in bed next to you? Or when I’m driving down the road with you by my side and Sam in the back? Or maybe when he had gotten to you, and you left me no choice even though I would find a way out of it? I’m not killing you, and I know damn well Sam won’t either.”

He walked out of the room and went to the kitchen for a beer, or you assumed that was where he was going. You walked outside through the garage for some air, and you saw him. He was here. You grabbed a gun from a drawer in the tool box and acted like you didn’t see him. Sam, though, had no idea what was going on and saw you grab a gun, and put in the bullets you used against demons.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He asked quietly as he saw what you were doing.

“Sam, I’ll explain later but get inside. Stay safe. Dean knows what’s going on. Tell him he’s here-“

“The demons here? The one after you?” Sam rushed.

You slowly nodded, and Sam rushed inside and was probably getting Dean. When Sam was gone, though, he grabbed you. You screamed for Dean, and it wasn’t much longer that he was outside and saw what had happened.

He was holding up a gun, and tears streamed down your face. It was happening. Dean was holding the gun at the demons holding you to its chest with a knife to your neck.

“Dean,” you cried which grabbed his attention, “baby-“

“Stop, just stop. I don’t want to do this,” Dean spoke, eyes never leaving the demon.

“Dean, look at me,” you sniffled.

His gun never left the demon, but his eyes moved to yours. You could see the sudden mood change in his eyes and his face.

“Please, Dean,” you softly spoke, tears going down your face.

He was holding back tears himself, but he slowly moved the gun to you.

“Well, look what we have here. Dean saving his precious girl. Isn’t that sweet,” the demon spoke, his grip getting tighter.

“You better shut your damn mouth you son of a bitch,” Dean angrily spoke.

“Do it Dean. Kill her. Make my job easier,” the demon taunted.

Dean shook his head, mumbling, “I’m sorry. It won’t hurt for long, baby.”

His gun moved to your thigh, and he shot the gun. You doubled over in pain, and you saw a glow from behind you. Sam had stabbed the demon, but not before you felt blood coming from your stomach. The demon had stabbed you, as well.

You dropped to the gravel and Sam tossed the demons body aside. Dean was by you in seconds. Sam was getting the impala ready to go to the hospital. You definitely needed surgery.

“Baby, I’m here. Stay awake, okay? I’m so sorry, Y/N, please stay awake for me,” Dean cried as he shook you.

“Dean, stop. I’m okay,” you slowly spoke, eyes slowly opening.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry he did this to you,” Dean shakily spoke as tears threatened to leave his eyes. You reached your hand up and rested it on his right cheek, and he relaxed into it.

“I love you, Dean.”

“I love you too. Let’s get you to the hospital,” he sniffed, getting you up and carrying you to the car.

-

Dean and Sam sat for hours as they waited to hear something. Anything, really. A nurse walked in the room, and called for your name.

“We’re here for her. I’m her husband,” Dean rushed, claiming you as his wife due to using his last name on the papers.

“Y/N is doing great. Her surgery went well and she’s in a room. She’s asking for the two of you. Follow me,” the nurse softly spoke as she turned down a hallway with two men following her.

Once they reached your room, Dean was immediately at your bedside. “Hey, how you feeling?”

He brushed hair away from your face as you softly smiled, “I’m fine, Dean. Thank you.”

“You know I absolutely hated that. I didn’t like it,” Dean spoke, griping onto your hand.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

You turned to Sam, “thank you. I appreciate what you did.”

“Don’t worry about it. Family is family, and you needed the help,” sam smiled, giving you and Dean some space.

You turned and looked at Dean and he was crying, his head resting on the side of your stomach. You put your hand on the back of his head, playing with the ends of his hair.

“Baby, it’s okay, I’m okay,” you assured him.

“He almost got you. I was so scared. And then you wanted me to kill you. I wasn’t even mad, I was just scared and heartbroken that I might have actually had to do it. Please don’t make me do it again,” he cried, which broke your heart.

“Okay, okay. I promise, Dean. It’s alright, I’m okay,” you spoke as he got in the bed with you. You held him, and his head rested in the crook of your neck.

(sister reader gets taken and starts to believe Sam and Dean aren’t gonna find her)

-

Its been days, but to you it felt like weeks, months even. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, and it can’t end this way. It just can’t.

You and your brothers were in Kansas on a vamp hunt. Dean kept telling you to stick close, but obviously you didn’t stick close enough. You were scared out of your mind.

You’ve had this feeling that it wasn’t a vamp that took you. Every time you and your kidnapper encounter each other, he doesn’t threaten you with his teeth, or show you any supernatural threat at all. He scares you, emotionally abuses you with words of hate daily, and hits you repeatedly. But none of that supernatural shit that you could use your skills to protect yourself.

Sam and Dean have been looking for you ever since you were taken. Little sleep and a lot of research and retracing steps. They had a suspicion of to where you could be. They had to take this chance to get to you.

You heard noise outside of the room you were locked up in. You started to cry, thinking it was the man and his friends he would occasionally have here. You heard familiar voices outside the door. It had to be Dean, it had to be.

The door was bursted through, and you began sobbing. It was them. They were finally here. Weight was lifted off your chest as the chains were taken off.

Dean immediately picked you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Sam, though, was looking at your surroundings. Your shoes were taken, jacket ripped up to shreds as if a dog got ahold of it. Your flannel was being used to tie your mouth together. Your jeans were ripped at the middle seam, and that really got Sam going. He was gonna kill him.

“Y/N, baby what happened to your clothes?” Sam asked, putting one hand on the back of your head and the other by his gun.

Dean hadn’t noticed anything wrong until he looked around and got a good look at you. “Y/N, baby answer Sam. What happened?”

You couldn’t look at them without breaking down, “Nothing.”

“This isn’t nothing, Y/N did he touch you? Did someone touch you?” Sam spoke, getting highly frustrated.

“No Sammy. If he didn’t like what I would say he would take off a piece of my clothes and rip it up and throw it so I couldn’t have it to keep warm,” you explained as you snuggled closer to Dean for warmth.

“Sam, let’s get her home and warm. We’ll talk later,” Dean spoke as he was setting you down to grab what was left of your stuff.

You started screaming and hid in the corner, seeing the man hurtin you coming behind your brothers. Sam, though, heard him and knocked him out cold.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. We’re here, you’re okay,” Sam softly spoke, picking you up as Dean led you out the door.

-

Once you had reached the bunker, Sam carried you inside and got you to shower. Dean discarded the destroyed clothes and laid some of his clothes out in your room for you to wear for the night.

The boys were sat in the living room, too shocked and scared to say anything. What had he done to you? What did he say? They had no clue what was going on in that head of yours.

“Are you mad at me De?” You sniffled from the doorway.

Dean jumped, “No, no baby. Why would I be mad? C’mere.”

You went and sat in his lap, hugging close to him, “I didn’t stay close to you, De. I disappointed both of you.”

“Y/N stop. You nowhere disappointed us. We’re disappointed in ourselves. We should’ve watched you better, we’re sorry,” Sam spoke, distressed and roughly running his fingers through his hair.

You went and got in his lap, hugging him tightly as he held onto you.

“We’re so lucky to have you, kid. We’d be nothing without you, you got that? We love you so much,” Sam repeated as he took you to bed.

Dean gave it a few minutes, expecting for Sam to come back and need to vent about their behavior for a few. When he didn’t return, Dean got up and found the two siblings in bed, dead asleep.

Dean softly smiled, thinking how lucky he was to have siblings like you two. He was shutting the door and heading to be himself when he heard you call for him.

He walked to your bedside, quiet not to wake Sam that was holding your back to his chest as he snores the night away.

“Yeah sweetheart? What’s in that pretty head of yours?” He quietly spoke in respect for Sam.

“I love you,” she whispered, “and I am sorry.”

“No need to be sorry. You know I love you more than anything kid,” Dean replied, playing with the ends of her hair.

“Will you stay?” He heard you whisper.

(in which dean has distanced himself from Same and their little sister, and something major happens and he’s lost and needs sams help)

—

Dean hadn’t talked to Y/N or Sam in two weeks, maybe longer than that. There was a bad hunt recently. Dean got close to a child in Pittsburgh that was involved in the hunt, and he made it too late. Dean hadn’t spoke since then, and when he did his answers were very short.

Sam didn’t ask questions, and Y/N just kept herself away in her room. Sam felt like he was losing the two most important people in his life, and he didn’t know what to do about it.

Y/N hadn’t felt good lately, but didn’t say much so it wouldn’t add to Sams stress. She would pass out, her chest would tighten, and body aches and headaches were on the daily.

What Sam and Dean didn’t know, though, was Y/N was also having nightmares, and she would wake up with nose bleeds, and a thick of layer on her skin.

It was a Friday night, and Dean had done some thinking. He was nursing a beer, when he heard something come from your room. He got up, throwing the empty glass bottle away and head towards your door.

He knocked, and after a moment of not hearing anything, he opened the door himself.

He saw you in bed, sweat dripping down your forehead, and blood all down your face. He ran over to you, putting his hand to your forehead and wincing at the temperature of it.

“Y/N, baby wake up,” he shook you, but he didn’t get anything back from you.

“Sammy!” He screamed, ripping the covers off of you and pulling you to the cold floor with him. Tears streamed down his face, he was so lost. What can he do? What does he need to do?

“What’s up-“ Sam started, but quickly changed his words, “Dean what’s wrong with her?”

Sam scrambled to the floor, and noticed his brother crying and shaking Y/N.

“Dean.”

Dean looked up, and Sams heart broke.

“Sammy, help me. I-I don’t know what to do. I need help. I’m lost, and i don’t know what’s wrong with her. I can’t lose her, Sammy. I can’t lose either of you, just please help me.”

Sam left Dean in the floor with you, and grabbed a cold water bottle and a towel. He came back, and told Dean to lay the towel underneath you. Sam opened the water, and poured it all over your face.

Your eyes opened, and you were gasping for air. Dean was quick to take his flannel off and dry the blood off your face, and to wipe off the water. But after, he held you tightly to his chest as he cried.

Y/N looked at Sam, tears in her eyes as she realized she finally had her oldest big brother back. She grabbed Sams hand, and pulled him closer.

(in which Y/N reads Harry a story from the past)

-

You and Harry had recently married, therefore you two moved into a larger home for the future family you would have.

Harry was helping you move boxes to the attic when he decided the two of you deserved a break.

You two reached the kitchen and he grabbed two bottles of water as you two settled back in the living room. Boxes were strolled in the room, not having but a few left to put away.

You leaned down and pulled a box on the couch in between you and H. He was too distracted on his phone to notice anyway.

You pulled out a journal you started in college. You flipped through the pages that hadn’t been written on in years. You had reached to the point where you had started dating, and smiled at the entry you were reading over.

“Baby, what’s that?” He asked as he set his phone down.

“I started a journal when I moved to go to college. I never realized how beautiful this is. This entry is from when we started dating,” you smiled, Harry looking at you with love in his eyes.

“Read it to me?” He asked, as he set the box back down on the hardwood floor and scooted closer, and he tucked you underneath his arm.

“05-21-13

I’ve met this boy. He’s truly incredible, and I really like him. I have never felt this way about a simple human being in my life.

He makes me want to jump to the stars, or drop out of college and go tour the world with him and watch what he truly loves doing. He makes me feel this way, and we’ve only been dating a month.

I feel like I’m on top of the world when I am with him, or when I talk about him. He makes me feel like I’m the best thing God crested. He treats me beautifully. He’s more of a blessing to me than I to him.

God spent an efficient amount of time creating my boy. His perfect skin, and his green eyes. Brown, wavy hair and perfect teeth. His smile could brighten the dullest day, and his lips touching mine to treat cancer.

I hope he stays in my life forever. And ever. And ever. I can’t seem to live a day without him, and I don’t want to. I hope he likes, no, loves me the way I to him.

I couldn’t be more blessed.

- y/n xx”

You glanced up, and Harry was smiling ear-to-ear, with a few tears running down his face.

“H, i didn’t-“

(in which it’s H’s birthday, and Y/N has a surprise)

-

Harry turns 24 today. You found it huge news this week, and the new journey the two of you are bound to be in beings tomorrow morning.

It’s around 8 a.m. Harry is still sleeping, hair messy and lips parted. You, however, have been awake since 6 to plan a few things for his day.

You and Harry have a year old son, who was soundly sleeping in his crib just down the hall. After your shower and dressing, you went to grab the wide awake baby from his crib to get him ready for the day.

After you got Finn dressed, you slowly and quietly left the house. Harry was still asleep, and he would ask a million questions as to why you were leaving so early.

You were in a store when your phone began to ring. Finn was asleep in his stroller, so you picked up the phone.

“Hel-“

“Y/N, baby Finn is gone. He’s gone. H-He’s not in his crib. Where are you? Are you okay? Baby I’m losing my mind, i don’t know where he is-“

“Harry, pet, calm down. I have Finn. He’s in his stroller with me. We’re running some errands.”

He sniffled. You could tell he was crying during his long talk session, “You could’ve woken me. I was losing my mind.”

“I know, love. I’m so sorry. You looked comfortable, and i have a surprise i needed to pick up. I’m sorry, H.”

He let out a breath, “it’s okay. I’m just happy he’s safe with you. Please head home soon. I need cuddles from my babies.”

You two nodded a goodbye after assuring him you would be home soon.

Around forty minutes later, you pulled into the garage. Harry must’ve heard, cause he opened the garage door leading into the kitchen and ran over to you, kissing you and reaching for Finn from his car seat.

“Oh thank god you’re okay,” he mumbled under his breath, holding Finn to his chest tightly.

You pressed a kiss to Harry’s cheek,” I’m so sorry baby. Go get comfy with him and let me get the stuff. I’ll be in in a moment.”

Harry nodded, walking in the house to cuddle with his boy.

You got the bags and made sure Harry was in the bedroom before preparing the surprise. Once it was put together, you walked up the stairs.

You had gotten him a few shirts, some boots, and a new watch. He was about to open the surprise, and you were over the moon.

After you gave birth to baby Finn, you were told you were no longer able to have children due to the stress on your body. It was heart wrenching, but you were blessed enough to have Finn. You and Harry talked about adopting before you fell pregnant, and were actually approved from background checks and such to adopt a baby. You have just been on the waiting list for one.

“Alright baby, let Finn lay in my lap for this one,” you spoke, taking Finn and laying him in yours arms as his green eyes watched his father.

Harry was handed a box. He smiled up at you, as the tag read “For my favorite daddy - love baby Finn x”

He opened the box, and saw a card that was in a white envelope. He opened the card, and as he opened it tears formed in his eyes.

“Dear new Daddy,

Hi! I’m your daughter from Ghana. I am 3 months old, and officially yours! I heard my brother has a really cool name. Finnley Grant Styles; that’s a pretty rad name! So, when you get on a plane to come get me tomorrow you have to think of some names for me! Make it awesome, unique, thoughtful, or anything your heart desires! I can’t wait to meet my new mommy and daddy tomorrow, and my brother when we come home!

love, baby s x”

Harry dropped the card and looked at you with so many emotions in his eyes. Love, shock, disbelief; he had it all.

“Baby,” he breathed from his tearful voice, “you’re serious? We have a baby waiting on us?”

You nodded, tears of happiness rolling down your face. He leaned over and kissed you, both of your tears morphing together as they were pressed in between your cheeks.

“Open the rest, silly,” you spoke, pulling away from him and running fingers through the hair Finn had on his head.

He removed the tissue paper, and inside laid some onesies and little pieces for the new baby’s room. Harry picked up a onesie, reading “Daddy’s baby girl”.

He looked at you, “I can’t believe it. We’re getting a baby.”

You smiled and nodded, “We’re getting a baby, baby.”

Finn went to his grandmothers that night, as you and Harry got the nursery ready for your baby girl coming home soon. Hiding all the furniture from him was hard, but at least you pulled through.

Only having found out two weeks ago, you had to express ship all the furniture to the house, and you haven’t had the time to put it together.

You and Harry were so estatic, you almost forgot to pack your bags and print out the plane tickets you purchased last week.

(in which harry and y/n’s first baby is born.)

-

When you told Harry you were pregnant, he was half way across the world doing promo for Dunkirk. Although he was at the very end of the tour, he was still upset he couldn’t share the life changing moment with you.

When Harry returned, though, he was incredibly helpful and appreciative for carrying his baby. You never went without a day telling you how much he loved and appreciated you.

Months passed and you found out the gender of the baby. He cried like a little baby. But it was beautiful. The moment Harry found out he was having a son was a moment you will never forget.

You went into labor a week before your due date, and to be honest you were grateful he decided to come early rather than late.

After eighteen hours, baby Maddox Dean was born. He was beautiful, and every once of pain, tears, sweat, and worry was worth it. He was finally hear, and he was yours. All yours.

You had been asleep for about two hours when the baby came back from getting a test or two ran. Just precaution, as you remembered the nurse reminding you as she took him away.

Harry was awake, but barely. He heard the small knock on the door, and he was suddenly wide awake and alert that his son was coming back.

The nurse brought him inside, gently passing the baby over to his father and stating she would come check on you in a little while.

Harry sat in the reclining chair in the corner of the room that sat by a window, rain gently hitting the window. He pressed a kiss to Maddox’s head, and tears formed in his eyes.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, son,” Harry gushed, still in awe that he was lucky enough to be blessed with a son. “You’re gonna do wonders, kid. No doubt about it. I have a feeling your gonna be a mummy’s boy, but still leave room for you dad, alright?”

“Nah baby, he’ll be a daddy’s boy all the way,” he heard you tiredly speak from the bed.

Harry looked at you and smiled, getting up as he moved over for him to lay with you. The two of you stared at him for the longest time. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“Hey pet?” Harry quietly mumbled, courtesy of the sleeping newborn in front of him.

“Yes h?”

“We did it, baby. We actually did it. I’m proud of you, so, so proud of you. More than you could possibly know.”

(in which Harry and Y/N go through a traumatic event and years later Harry brings it back up in hope of comfort)

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Harry liked to think he had the best life a man could have. A beautiful wife, kids, a great career, supporting family and friends - what more could he ask for?

But, something that happened five years ago stuck with him. He was kept up at night due to it, due to the possibilities of change if that thing would’ve stayed. Or could’ve stayed, for that matter.

Hollee was soundly sleeping in her bassinet at Harry’s bedside. Kyle and Kayden were soundly sleeping in their rooms just down the hall. You were half asleep next to him, lazily tracing the tattoos permanently engraved in his olive skin.

“Baby?” He mumbled in the dark night, eyes staring at the ceiling.

“Hmm?” She hummed, leaving a lazy kiss on his bare shoulder.

“Do you ever wonder?”

She was confused. Wonder? What would she need to wonder about?

“About what, H?”

“About her, Y/N. Do you ever wonder how our lives would be if she was here with us right now?” He was getting upset and distressed. She knew he was in a state where she needed to be serious, and to comfort him as she figured out what he was talking about.

“Of course, pet. I think about her everyday. What her name would be, what color eyes she would have-“

“Blue, just like yours. She would have had blue eyes, and curly hair like mine. She would have been outgoing, and carefree. She would’ve been everything a new parent would’ve wanted. Why do you think she was taken from us, baby?”

Tears slowly fell from his tired and sore eyes, his heart and mind only wanting answers. Answers he’s waited years for. He hoped you had them, he needed you to have them.

“She was needed in Heaven more than here, Harry. But, you’re right about her. I imagine her being the perfect first baby, and growing into the perfect child, and so on. I imagine her wanting to help you cook breakfast in the mornings, and help me pull small, childish pranks on you. I imagine her laugh being the most contagious and beautiful thing anyone had ever heard. I imagine her being the sweetest thing, sweeter than candy,” he heard her speak, her hand running through his distressed locks of hair.

They sat in silence, until he heard her speak again.

“Gracelyn.”

“What love?” He quietly spoke, not wanting to wake Hollee.

“Her name would’ve been Gracelyn. Gracelyn Anne Styles,” she spoke, looking up to Harry with tears in her eyes.