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Funniest moments in the books ? Most disturbing moments ? Touching scenes?

Funniest moments:

Alliser Thorne overheard him. "Lord Snow wants to take my place now." He sneered. "I'd have an easier time teaching a wolf to juggle than you will training this aurochs." "I'll take that wager, Ser Alliser," Jon said. "I'd love to see Ghost juggle." - Jon III, AGOT

Tyrion grinned. "Then I shall scour the Seven Kingdoms for dwarfs and ship them all to you, Lord Mormont." As they laughed, he sucked the meat from a crab leg and reached for another. The crabs had arrived from Eastwatch only this morning, packed in a barrel of snow, and they were succulent. Ser Alliser Thorne was the only man at table who did not so much as crack a smile. "Lannister mocks us." "Only you, Ser Alliser," Tyrion said. This time the laughter round the table had a nervous, uncertain quality to it. Thorne's black eyes fixed on Tyrion with loathing. "You have a bold tongue for someone who is less than half a man. Perhaps you and I should visit the yard together." "Why?" asked Tyrion. "The crabs are here." The remark brought more guffaws from the others. Ser Alliser stood up, his mouth a tight line. "Come and make your japes with steel in your hand." Tyrion looked pointedly at his right hand. "Why, I have steel in my hand, Ser Alliser, although it appears to be a crab fork. Shall we duel?" He hopped up on his chair and began poking at Thorne's chest with the tiny fork. Roars of laughter filled the tower room. Bits of crab flew from the Lord Commander's mouth as he began to gasp and choke. Even his raven joined in, cawing loudly from above the window. "Duel! Duel! Duel!" Ser Alliser Thorne walked from the room so stiffly it looked as though he had a dagger up his butt. Mormont was still gasping for breath. Tyrion pounded him on the back. "To the victor goes the spoils," he called out. "I claim Thorne's share of the crabs." - Tyrion III, AGOT

She never saw how the skinny man got over the wall, but when he did she fell on him with Gendry and Hot Pie. Gendry's sword shattered on the man's helm, tearing it off his head. Underneath he was bald and scared-looking, with missing teeth and a speckly grey beard, but even as she was feeling sorry for him she was killing him, shouting, "Winterfell! Winterfell!" while Hot Pie screamed "Hot Pie!" beside her as he hacked at the man's scrawny neck. - Arya IV, ACOK

Ser Boros Blount harrumphed. "No man threatens His Grace in the presence of the Kingsguard." Tyrion Lannister raised an eyebrow. "I am not threatening the king, ser, I am educating my nephew. Bronn, Timett, the next time Ser Boros opens his mouth, kill him." The dwarf smiled. "Now that was a threat, ser. See the difference?" - Sansa III, ACOK

"I never said that," Jon insisted. Slynt slammed a fist on the table. "I heard you! Ser Alliser had your measure true enough, it seems. You lie through your bastard's teeth. Well, I will not suffer it. I will not! You might have fooled this crippled blacksmith, but not Janos Slynt! Oh, no. Janos Slynt does not swallow lies so easily. Did you think my skull was stuffed with cabbage?" "I don't know what your skull is stuffed with. My lord." - Jon IX, ASOS

Thorne was much the more clever of the two, Jon realized; this had his stink all over it. He was trapped. "I'll go," he said in a clipped, curt voice. "M'lord," Janos Slynt reminded him. "You'll address me—" "I'll go, my lord. But you are making a mistake, my lord. You are sending the wrong man, my lord. Just the sight of me is going to anger Mance. My lord would have a better chance of reaching terms if he sent—" - Jon X, ACOK

These probably aren’t the funniest, just the ones I can think of now. I’m a simple woman and I love sassy Jon. Sue me.

Most disturbing moments:

Just the whole of the Red Wedding chapter from Catelyn’s POV. It’s so sad and disturbing at once cause you can feel her go a bit crazy. From “The Rains of Castemere” playing to... A man in dark armor and a pale pink cloak spotted with blood stepped up to Robb. "Jaime Lannister sends his regards." He thrust his longsword through her son's heart, and twisted. Robb had broken his word, but Catelyn kept hers. She tugged hard on Aegon's hair and sawed at his neck until the blade grated on bone. Blood ran hot over her fingers. His little bells were ringing, ringing, ringing, and the drum went boom doom boom. Finally someone took the knife away from her. The tears burned like vinegar as they ran down her cheeks. Ten fierce ravens were raking her face with sharp talons and tearing off strips of flesh, leaving deep furrows that ran red with blood. She could taste it on her lips. It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our sweet babes. Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, Robb . . . Robb . . . please, Ned, please, make it stop, make it stop hurting . . . The white tears and the red ones ran together until her face was torn and tattered, the face that Ned had loved. Catelyn Stark raised her hands and watched the blood run down her long fingers, over her wrists, beneath the sleeves of her gown. Slow red worms crawled along her arms and under her clothes. It tickles. That made her laugh until she screamed. "Mad," someone said, "she's lost her wits," and someone else said, "Make an end," and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she'd done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don't, don't cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold. - Catelyn VII, ASOS

Brienne's chest was burning, and the storm was behind her eyes, blinding her. Bones ground against each other inside of her. Biter's mouth gaped open, impossibly wide. She saw his teeth, yellow and crooked, filed into points. When they closed on the soft meat of her cheek, she hardly felt it. She could feel herself spiralling down into the dark. I cannot die yet, she told herself, there is something I still need to do. Biter's mouth tore free, full of blood and flesh. He spat, grinned, and sank his pointed teeth into her flesh again. This time he chewed and swallowed. He is eating me, she realized, but she had no strength left to fight him any longer. She felt as if she were floating above herself, watching the horror as if it were happening to some other woman, to some stupid girl who thought she was a knight. It will be finished soon, she told herself. Then it will not matter if he eats me. Biter threw back his head and opened his mouth again, howling, and stuck his tongue out at her. It was sharply pointed, dripping blood, longer than any tongue should be. Sliding from his mouth, out and out and out, red and wet and glistening, it made a hideous sight, obscene. His tongue is a foot long, Brienne thought, just before the darkness took her. Why, it looks almost like a sword. - Brienne VII, AFFC

The whole bit with Theon, Ramsay and Jeyne it’s so gross I’m not gonna post quotes. Any of Ramsay’s actions really but that really got to me.

Most touching moment:

Arya's eyes went wide. Dark eyes, like his. "A sword," she said in a small, hushed breath. The scabbard was soft grey leather, supple as sin. Jon drew out the blade slowly, so she could see the deep blue sheen of the steel. "This is no toy," he told her. "Be careful you don't cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with." "Girls don't shave," Arya said. "Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa's legs?" She giggled at him. "It's so skinny." "So are you," Jon told her. "I had Mikken make this special. The bravos use swords like this in Pentos and Myr and the other Free Cities. It won't hack a man's head off, but it can poke him full of holes if you're fast enough." "I can be fast," Arya said."You'll have to work at it every day." He put the sword in her hands, showed her how to hold it, and stepped back. "How does it feel? Do you like the balance?" "I think so," Arya said. "First lesson," Jon said. "Stick them with the pointy end." Arya gave him a whap on the arm with the flat of her blade. The blow stung, but Jon found himself grinning like an idiot. "I know which end to use," Arya said. [...] “King's Landing is a true city, a thousand times the size of Winterfell. Until you find a partner, watch how they fight in the yard. Run, and ride, make yourself strong. And whatever you do …" Arya knew what was coming next. They said it together. "… don't … tell … Sansa!" [...] Jon messed up her hair. "I will miss you, little sister." Suddenly she looked like she was going to cry. "I wish you were coming with us." "Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. Who knows?" He was feeling better now. He was not going to let himself be sad. "I better go. I'll spend my first year on the Wall emptying chamber pots if I keep Uncle Ben waiting any longer." Arya ran to him for a last hug. "Put down the sword first," Jon warned her, laughing. She set it aside almost shyly and showered him with kisses. When he turned back at the door, she was holding it again, trying it for balance. "I almost forgot," he told her. "All the best swords have names." "Like Ice," she said. She looked at the blade in her hand. "Does this have a name? Oh, tell me." "Can't you guess?" Jon teased. "Your very favorite thing." Arya seemed puzzled at first. Then it came to her. She was that quick. They said it together: "Needle!" The memory of her laughter warmed him on the long ride north. - Jon II, AGOT

The. Most. Touching. Moment. Period. I don’t make the rules.

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vanchlo · 4 years

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The Assistant / Chapter Forty-Five, “Evermore”

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“Her face is stuck in every place.

The front door, the ghost of her winter boots on the door mat, the barstools at the kitchen island where we laughed over glasses of her Rebecca wine, the crusty banana bread forgotten on the counter, the head of the kitchen table where we burned our mouths on pot pie, and that’s not even the worst of it. The blanket from Sunday night remains in a messy pile on the sofa, just how we had left it. My chest shakes harder with another sob at the sight of it, and the wine glasses I had forgotten on the coffee table beside the bottles of nail polish.

Memories flood my insides when I sink onto the cushions, my head in my hands as her laugh from only three days ago fills my ears.”

Music Inspo: Hold My Girl by George Ezra (click to listen)

“Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.”

― Henry Miller

I’m woken from my dreams due to movements within my arms. Knuckling at my eyes with a groan, I look around, feeling regrettable about the reality that I had come back to. The one that I was previously immersed in was far better, and brings a reminiscent smile to my lips at the remembrance of. Settling my eyes on her, wrapped up safely inside of my arms, my lazy lips curl into a larger smile at the thought.

Her with her own arms holding a blue-eyed, dark-haired little baby with me at her side. Talk about dreamy.

Her forehead is warm underneath my lips, and soft as ever. The creamy vanilla lotion she uses leaves hints of the fragrance across her face, one of the few necessities Skye grabbed from home today. I brush away the loose waves that drape over her skin, but within seconds, I wish that I hadn’t when I find the stitches and colors claiming her.

A noise interrupts my thoughts and when I look up, the nurse is standing at my side clearing her throat. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she’s shaking her head at me.

“Harry,” she sighs, wagging a finger at me dramatically.

“Kristi, I know, ‘m not s’posed t’ be up here. ‘m sorry, but she was hysterical from a nightmare, and I couldn’t get her t’ calm down,” I confess in a dry voice.

Relenting with a sigh, she whispers her reply, “Alright, but you need to be careful of her IV tubing, as well as her injuries. I don’t want anybody else in her family thinking that we allow this kind of thing,” she pauses to wink, and I nod with understanding. “I’m glad you mentioned the nightmare, though, that’s something that I need to record.”

She follows up her lecture with a few quiet questions about the nightmare Becks had, and she types them in the laptop she brought in with her. Her eyebrows greeted her hairline when I mentioned Becks saying that she’s starting to remember, and that being the sole reason for the nightmare.

It could never feel sufficient, the number of whispery kisses I press to her battered skin, asleep or not. Bloody hell, is she so beautiful, I muse while admiring Becks below me, sleeping peacefully. Finally. I never want to stop kissing her, but soon after those thoughts sound in my skull, my heavy eyelids yell for me to close them. Giving in, they win and I fall into the soundest sleep I’ve had in days.

My own name rouses me from my sleep, and it takes a few moments of adjusting to remember where I am. It’s quicker than yesterday, making me realize how used to all of this I’m getting. I’m not entirely sure how to feel about that, but it’s all washed away when I find the baby blue pair of eyes waiting for me.

“Morning,” she rasps, her voice sounding almost entirely hers now. I couldn’t be happier about it as her head remains on my shoulder, eyes poised towards me.

“G’mornin’, my sweet. How’d ya sleep fer tha rest o’ tha night?” I yawn, tapping her nose with my finger.

“Great,” she smiles and I nod happily, soon echoing her words. “Best I’ve slept here so far.”

“‘m so happy t’ hear that, bug,” I grin and she just stares back at me, something ethereal covering her body in front of me. My, is she something else entirely, I wonder silently. Glancing to my watch, my eyebrows shoot towards the ceiling. “Reckon we both needed it, ‘s bloody ten in tha mornin’, love.”

The softest of laughs tickles my ears, yanking my lips towards the sky effortlessly. There it is, at last, my favorite sound in the entire world. Well, next to her sing-song voice, that’s my favorite song of all.

“I missed hearin’ that,” I whisper, brushing the back of my finger against her satiny cheek. She just continues to smile, and my heart couldn’t feel fuller in this moment.

She’s okay, she’s smiling, she’s laughing, she’s so goddamn beautiful even with bruises and stitches, she’s mine, and she’s okay.

“How’re ya feelin’, bug? I hope I didn’t knock into ya in tha middle o’ tha night, or hurt ya or anythin’.”

“I’m okay, kinda hungry,” she answers, combing a hand through her hair and pausing to scratch an itch. “Head feels heavy and hurts though, and my tummy a little too.”

“That’s good yer hungry, yer appetite ‘s comin’ back. Here, lemme slide out and ‘ll press on yer pain pump.”

“No, Harry,” she objects, grabbing hold of my arm the second I make a movement. “Don’t leave, you’re all warm,” she whines, moving closer to me and grabbing a fistful of my button up in her hand.

Now, it’s my turn to giggle, “‘Kay, but only a few mo’ minutes, I don’t wantcha t’ be in pain, babe,” I coo, beginning to drag my fingers through her hair, but when I watch her eyes close, I stop. I know that she’ll fall back asleep if I do and she needs it, but I’m reminded of the day nurse emphasizing yesterday the importance of her needing to eat. “Don’t fall asleep again yet, bug, ya need yer breakfast. Ya gotta eat t’ heal and get betta.”

“Okay,” she sighs sadly, slowly opening her eyes and looking back up at me.

“Yer eye ‘s lookin’ betta. Reckon it doesn’t help much without yer glasses tho’,” I snicker and her smile grows an inch. “Skye was gonna bring some contacts o’ yers from home t’day, and see if you could wear them. I bet that’d help loads.”

“Yeah,” she hums in reply. “Are you gonna go home too?” Becks asks gently, a curious sadness hidden behind her words. She’s never been very good at hiding her feelings, let alone lying, and I’ve come to be rather good at reading her.

“For a li’l bit, if that’s okay with you.”

“But I’ll miss you,” she answers, looking away to hide the wetness growing in her eyes, but I catch it at the last second. My thumb finds a holding on her chin, and I turn her head to look back at me.

“I won’t be gone long, bug, and it’ll prolly be later when sumbody else can be here with you. Jus’ wanna go home and grab a few things, and shower so I don’t stink anymo’,” I tell her, willing her to look me in the eyes. To my surprise, she does almost the second the thought trickles into my mind. The sight of her glassy eyes wrenches at my heart, and brushing them away with my finger hardly helps. “And t’ pack a bag so I have clothes and me things t’ keep me set here fer awhile so I don’t hafta leave again fer a while, besides showers. ‘ll hafta see if they have a family room o’ sorts t’ take showers here or sumthin’.”

“Okay,” she says, closing her eyes once again. Another tear leaks from her eye and I catch it as soon as it escapes. “Come back.”

“Always, Becks, y’know that,” I tell her, eliciting a nod into my chest.

“I felt so much better sleeping next to you. Safer.”

“Me too, baby. I wish we could do it ev’ry night, I like havin’ ya tucked away in me arms all safe and sound,” I echo, smoothing back her hair before I plant a kiss to the crown of her head. My special spot. “I love you,” I mouth against her hair, much too afraid to let the sounds free from my lips with all that’s going on and the perhaps fluke from the other night. “So much.”

“Stop,” she giggles against my cheek, and I swear, there’s never been a better song written in the whole universe. I continue to scatter kisses across her face, until my last one finds her nose. “Go home, you smell.”

“Hey!” I protest, finding her happy smile with my own two eyes. A sight in and of itself. “I don’t smell.”

“Yes, you do,” Becks giggles, the sound slowly falling away as my eyes find hers. Within a blink, her lips find mine and press a deep kiss to my own. It couldn’t last long enough and then I’m looking into those eyes that I hope and dream my children get to have, but it’s forgotten when hers flood with tears. “I’ll miss you.”

“‘ll be back inn’a hour, love, no longa than that. I promise,” I insist, holding her cheek in my hand, and saddening at her question of what I’m doing again. “‘m goin’ home t’ take a shower, pack a bag, and grab me car. I won’t be long.”

“Oh yeah, I remember you saying that now. I’m sorry, I can’t remember for shit,” she frowns, eyes growing wetter by the second.

“‘s okay, ‘m here t’ help ya rememba. Are ya sure you’ll be okay with me gone for a li’l bit? Skye, yer dad, and Robbie are here. Try t’ get some rest while ‘m gone, ya need it,” I say, drawing waves back and forth on her cheek and pressing a quick kiss to her lips that I can’t resist.

“I’m fine, Harry. I wanna watch Harry Potter.”

“No, ya need t’ sleep, honeybug. Ya watched tha whole second one with me, that’s two and a half hours, Becks. Ya haven’t slept since ya woke up, and that was five hours ago,” I argue, widening my eyes at her and wishing she’d surrender her stubbornness already. “Stop bein’ stubborn,” I giggle, and it only comes harder when her features fall into her famous pout, one that’s harder to resist given the circumstances. She’s just too bloody cute.

“Fine,” she sighs, blinking hard and soon yawning.

“Told ya yer tired, ya gotta listen t’ me sumtimes, cuz ‘m right.”

“No, you’re not,” she smirks, and I roll my eyes with a snicker.

“See ya soon, brat,” I chuckle as her eyes fall closed, pulling the blankets up past her shoulders and tucking them underneath her. The sight of her white arm cast will never get easier, I suspect, but who said that any part of this has gotten easier on Day Two? “‘ll be back inna hour, my sweet. Get some rest, and ‘ll see if tha nurse will let us have a cuddle when I get back. Sweet dreams, Becks.”

“Bye, Harry. Drive safe,” she drawls, words floating away from her as sleep nears her. “Come back.”

“I will, baby. Always,” I hum against her forehead, leaving one last kiss there. Straightening my back, my thumb remains glued to her cheek, only leaving to wipe away the tear that escapes from my eye. “I love you,” I whisper under my breath, taking the first step away from her.

I’ve always found it hard to walk away from her, but I couldn’t hate it more than I do in this very moment. It’s never frightened me so much to leave her, as it does now, seeing as I know how quickly things can change when one leaves.

“She’ll be okay, I’ll sit with her.”

Turning my head, I lose sight of Becks and find Skye waiting a few steps away with a book tucked into her hands.

“Thanks, keep me updated if erm, anythin’ happens.”

“It won’t, but I will, Harry. It’s okay,” she agrees aloud, but my eyes have already ran away from her and back to Becky. Over my shoulder, I can just make out the sounds of her soft snores outside the door of her room. I already miss her, and I haven’t even left her yet, I think as another tear races down my cheek. This keeps happening, I’ve found, but it doesn’t become any easier to leave. “The first time you’ve left her for more than ten minutes, huh?”

“Ya,” I croak, meeting her eyes through my blurry ones. Nodding at her, I lift my leaden feet to take another step. “Take care o’ her fo’ me.”

Her face is stuck in every place.

Memories flood my insides when I sink onto the cushions, my head in my hands as her laugh from only three days ago fills my ears. I can still feel the touch of her knitted jumper between my fingers from that night, the delicacy of her fingers swiping nailpolish over mine, and the sensation of her hands in my hair and her socked foot trailing up my leg underneath the kitchen table. These thoughts fill my head as I drag myself up the stairs, and although she didn’t venture up here that night, I can’t leave her down there. I remember the night she hauled my drunk ass home, even if it was years ago, and helped me into bed. That’s not even touching all of the nights I stared up at the ceiling, longing to hear her voice, and then the nights where I smiled up at it, knowing I’d hear it tomorrow and every day after that.

They threaten to never leave as my wrinkled suit falls to the floor of my bathroom, the sight feeling peculiar and welcomed all in one. Staring at it with a hazy sight, I toss it into the hamper, thinking of possibly burning it until I remember the first day we had at work together in it. Swallowing, the knot within my throat joins the pity party as the hot stream of water cascades down my body. I remain there under the scalding water, observing it disappear down the drain as it washes away the sadness pouring onto my cheeks.

The tears don’t disappear when wrapped in a towel, I sadly smile at the picture Skye sent of Becky smiling lying in bed.

Here’s a smile for you from Ree! She already misses you …. had a little nightmare again but she was okay and I was there. She’s asleep again now, and time for dinner soon. Take your time Harry, she’s ok xx

An onslaught of them now coat my cheeks - regret, anger, and sadness all balled into one being born inside of me at the thought of her waking up scared without me there. Sniffles and whimpers are all that leave me and fill my surroundings as I lay folded clothes inside of the biggest duffel bag I could find, as many joggers, jumpers, t-shirts, and beanies that I can fit before the zipper won’t zip. Only then, do I remember I need to pack other things. Unpacking a few pairs of socks and shirts, I stuff my bag of shower things into the side, chargers, my laptop Myles dropped off from work, deodorant, cologne, a random book I’d always meant to read, vitamins, random snacks, a favorite blanket from the linen closet, and my steel water bottle. I thread a pillow through its handles, glancing over to my unmade bed, missing the person who woke up in it on Monday morning, unbeknownst to the despair and misery that would soon kidnap his happiness.

Exhaling loudly, I drape the strap over my shoulder and begin my steps back to her. I’m coming back, Becks, like I always said I would.

Her soft sounds bounce around the room while the third Harry Potter hums in the background. Finding the remote on her bedside table, I click it off and drown the room in silence. With full hands, I take quiet steps over to her, a smile having already claimed my lips the moment I parked my car. Peace paints her face and I couldn’t be happier being back with my Becks, not wanting to leave her again, and hopefully not again until all of this shit is over.

Her slow breaths tickle my skin when I bend down to press a kiss to her forehead, welcomed by her vanilla scent. Her snoring continues to paint the air as I walk away briefly.

A soft tap! interrupts the absence when I set down the clear vase, swiftly rearranging the stems below me. I leave the small black box beside it and cross the room, leaving my heavy duffel bag on the floor beside the sofa and out of the way.

“Harry?” a voice rasps from behind me. Turning around, I find her little head of dark hair stirring.

“Shh, go back t’ sleep, bug,” I coo, sliding off my coat that I drape over the sofa.

“Are you back or am I dreaming?”

“‘m back, Becks, jus’ got here,” I answer her gently, making quick work of walking over to arrive at her side. “Hi,” I hum happily, feeling a warm jolt to my heart when a smile curls into her cheeks.

“Hi, Harry,” she giggles, a pink at last finding her cheeks.

“Hi, my love,” I smile, dipping down to carefully surround her with my arms and in the process, covering her with kisses. “I told ya I wouldn’t be gone mo’ than an hour. ‘m sorry ya hadda nightmare without me, I hope yer okay . . Hope ya still got some rest.”

“I’m okay, and I did. I’m glad you’re back, I missed you,” she whispers against my neck, pressing a lazy kiss there.

“I missed ya mo’.”

“No, I missed you more,” she argues, a giggle finishing her words. “Most . . I missed you most.”

“Fine, ‘ll give it t’ ya.”

“Good,” she smiles, resigned with success that I find when I pull away to look at her. Shock finds its way back to me at the once again sight of her bruises and stitches after an hour of forgetting them. “You smell good.”

“Why thank you, I took a shower.”

“You look comfy,” she adds on, taking hold of a string from my maroon Rolling Stones hoodie, toying with it between her fingers. The IV tubing dangling from it still sends jolts across my heart.

“I feel betta now, I can tell ya that.”

“Good,” she coos, playing with the second string now too. I can’t resist any longer and steal a random kiss from her lips, finding her blushing smile afterwards. “Aw, did you get me flowers? They’re purple!”

“‘Course they are, I had t’ get yer favourite color, babe,” I answer proudly, stepping away to grab the tall vase from her bedside table. “Looks like ya got a few mo’ since ‘ve been gone too. Ya sure are loved by many, Becks.”

“They’re beautiful.”

“Jus’ like sumbody I know, I wonder who that could be,” I comment teasingly, returning to her bedside to show her the vase of violet roses. “Honey, don’t cry, ‘s okay.”

“You’re so sweet, thank you,” she blubbers, tears flying from her eyes that she can’t wipe away fast enough. A long ‘aw’ jumps from my lips as I set the vase back down and return her to my arms.

“Yer welcome, anythin’ fo’ me girl. I saw all tha flowers you were gettin’ and figured it took me long enough t’ get ya some.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t have to,” she hiccups into my neck, finding holdings on the back of my jumper where she clings to me.

“Yes, I did, and I wanted t’ . . Reckon I should wait on yer present so ya don’t cry anymo’.”

“A present?!” she whispers excitedly, and my giggle soon finds a friend in hers.

Moving away, I leave her with yet another forehead kiss, wiping surprise tears from my own eyes. I catch the budding ones that fall from her waterline before grabbing the little box beside her flowers. ‘Ooo’s and ‘awww’s fill my ears when I open the box and slide the simple gemstone bracelet onto her wrist.

“I saw it and thought o’ you right away, jus’ like with tha flowers. I hope ya like it, seein’ how ‘s purple and all,” I say, pulling on the two ends of the string to tighten it.

“I love it, Harry,” she croaks, tears catching on her words as she stares down at the shades of lavender, cream, and violet claiming her skin.

“Perfect.” With a chuckle, I find my way into her arms after she tugged on my hoodie strings.

“I betta tie those things up, seein’ you already know how t’ use ‘em. ‘s a bit scary really,” I titter against the top of her head, smoothing back her hair. Profuse ‘thank you’s scatter the air, and I feel a stitch begin to heal my heart, ever so slowly. Her tears aren’t alone as I sniffle above her, my arms wound around her shoulders ever so gently.

“Alright?” she mumbles, and a bittersweet smile joins the party.

“Ya, ‘m alright if yer alright, Becks . . Are you?”

“Yes, I always am if you’re there.”

“Me too, babe, me too,” I hiccup, the tears coming hot and fast now, falling into her hair. Always.

Yawning, voices trickle over as the door to the bathroom shuts behind me. Carding a hand through my hair, I follow the familiar sounds until I’m back by the family room scattered with chairs. Now, blankets, bags, and fast food wrappers claim the tables next to Skye, Robbie, Chuck, Asher, and a tall, blonde woman I don’t recognize.

I’m spotted and soon waved over by Asher, “Hey, how’s she doing? Did she eat all of her dinner?”

“She’s good, restin’ now, and almost all o’ it. Didn’t care fer tha green peas tho’, but I dunno how she can’t like ‘em,” I grin jokingly, but it doesn’t remain as my eyes follow the unfamiliar woman standing beside Robbie. “D’ya know who that ‘s?” I ask him, turning to meet his eyes, but they fall away, only hinting at the danger that’s brewing.

“Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met. You are . . ?” the strange lady says, stepping forward with her arm stretched out. A long brown sweater covers her body clad in black jeans and a frilly blouse. The slope of her button nose and slightly oval face quickly piece together the puzzle pieces for me, and I know. “I’m Becky’s mum, Kate. Are you her boyfriend, or something?” she laughs jokingly.

“Ya, I am actually,” I answer coolly, hesitantly shaking her hand while struggling to make eye contact with the very person I’ve heard so many awful things about. Yet, I can see Becks in her, perhaps only hints of her, but I see them. “‘Scuse me,” I mumble, stepping away and with pounding steps, I find Skye perusing the magazines on the shelf against the wall.

“I need t’ talk t’ you,” I tell her flatly, stopping at her side.

“What do you want, Cosmo, Bon Appetit, GQ, Rolling Sto-,” she jokes, flipping her faded blue hair over her shoulder, brunette roots bleeding into the off white.

“No, I don’t want a bloody magazine. What tha fook were you thinkin’ tellin’ Becky’s mum t’ come here?” the question explodes off my lips, and I find it a feat to keep the words between the two of us. Her eyebrows near her hairline and she forgets the magazines, turning to face me.

Arms crossed over her chest clad in a 90’s Rugrats jumper, her features fall into a crouch as I wait for words to leave her, “Ree said that she could come, we asked her.”

“What tha fook ‘s wrong with you lot, askin’ her ‘bout that while I was gone?!” I retort, a hand escaping my pocket to help me do the talking.

“She’s not just yours, Harry, you know that?” she spits back, shaking her head in disbelief, it seems.

“No shit, Sherlock, but how in tha hell did ya think that was a good idea? Huh, where were you when her mum exploded on her all o’ those times at work, callin’ me bloody office t’ speak with her ‘cuz she was ignorin’ her phone, or jus’ a few weeks ago, huh?” I ask adamantly, searching for the answer in her cold blue eyes.

“No, I wasn’t there, but I was there for almost every other time, Harry. I was there comforting her after every row all throughout primary, secondary, and then on. She’s my best friend too, Harry, so don’t you even talk to me about being there for her, because you can’t fucking talk,” Skye retaliates, the words hitting me in the gut, but my mission propels me forward.

“That’s not tha fookin’ point, you should bloody know afta bein’ here tha last two days that she’s nowhere near ready t’ see her mum, Skye. She was inna bloody car wreck - she has a concussion, had emergency surgery, and ‘s on a handful o’ drugs that keep her from thinkin’ straight. Befo’ I left, I told her where I was goin’ and not even two minutes later, she couldn’t rememba what ‘d said. She’s not in her right mind, Skye, so how d’ya think it was okay t’ bloody ask her if her abusive mother could come t’ visit? Yer s’posed t’ be on her side, Skye, on Becks’ side,” I snap, and the fire still resides in my chest when I turn away to stomp down the hall.

I wish I knew how to fix this, because I know that I’ll have to be the one who has to. I wish so fucking badly that I knew how to fix Becks, and I don’t, and I’m all the further away now.

Crack.

I feel it inside of my ribs when I stop in her doorway, finding her eyes pointed towards the small flatscreen mounted to the wall. My throat becomes a sister to the Sahara rather quickly, and I can’t blink away the tears fast enough, because she notices me within moments. Under the spell of prescription drugs and painkillers, and she still has that feeling of hers down pat.

“Hi, honeybug,” I rasp, failing to swallow my pain and all of the words that I’m hurting to say.

“Where’d that nickname come from?” she grins, forgetting the Marvel movie on the television.

“I dunno, ‘cuz yer my bug and yer so goddamn sweet,” I explain to her, sitting down on the patch of unclaimed bed beside her.

“Alright?” she questions, dark eyebrows falling into a line. I can’t find the words and my name falls from her mouth next. I’m sure that if I looked at her heart rate monitor, it would have picked up by now due to concern.

“No,” I finally mutter, freeing my bottom lip that had become trapped between my teeth. Kneading my prickly chin with my thumb and forefinger, I have to look away from the worry harming her face. A warm tear begins a waterfall on mine, and to my surprise, she wicks it away with her thumb.

“Tell me,” she says coolly, cradling my cheek in her hands. Yet, it doesn’t make it any easier to say the next few words I know that I need to speak. Bittersweetness coats my tongue as she holds me in her hands and roots me there to the spot with those azul eyes that fill my dreams.

“Yer mum’s here,” I confess softly, forcing the words until they come tumbling out.

The shock and misery that debilitate her features at my words is next to nothing when we both hear the words that enter the room, “Hi, bunny.” I don’t need to turn around, because Becky’s face tells me all that I need to know, that her mum is already here.

“No,” Becks mutters, eyes glassy with an army of tears. Her head shakes quickly from side to side, and her hand falls from my face to clutch mine with dear life. “Harry, please no.”

“‘m so sorry, bug, it wasn’t me. I promise, I promise,” I confess tearfully, leaving her side to stand. If I had wanted to take another step, she wouldn’t let me, because my hand begins to hurt from how hard she’s holding onto it.

“Hi, Becky, it’s mum.”

“No, no, no, no,” Becky exclaims before me, emotions flying from her blues that beg at mine, sobs shaking her chest.

“Please leave, she d-doesn’t want you here,” I plead, lifting my head to find her mother walking around her bed to the other side.

“Excuse me? She’s my daughter, I-,” she begins, but Becky’s onslaught of ‘no’s pierce the air, threatening to never leave. My other hand comes to cover our joined pair, massaging circles into her skin where the IV doesn’t live.

“She doesn’t want you here, can’t you see that?!” I exclaim, stepping forward and closer to Becks, unsure of what more I can do. The only thing I can think of is to grab her by the shoulders and make her leave, but more than one reason refutes that, including the fact that Becks won’t let me leave.

“She’s upset and tired, she doesn’t know what she wants,” she, whatever her name is again, contends with emotion twisting her features into confusion. Swiftly, the hints of Becky are gone in her and the fear she finds in her mother’s face is shared with me and with those darkening eyes. “She is my daughter and I can-.”

“Harry, make her leave, please!” Becks shouts below me, head going from side to side in denial, and sobs stabbing at my ears.

“What’s going on here?” another voice demands, and already two days in, I know that it’s the day nurse, Shannon. Words flee her mother and I, while Becky’s insistent ‘no’s surround us. “Who are you?”

“I’m her mother, I’m here to see my daughter, Becky,” she insists from across me, reaching out a hand to touch Becks that she shrinks away from. Another crack resounds in my chest at the sound of her sobs growing louder.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to leave, you’re upsetting her too much,” Shannon announces emphatically, mentioning something about Becky’s vitals rising, only now drawing my eyes to the neon numbers. I wouldn’t have noticed it, although I try to tell myself that I would have eventually, but she’s right. Becky’s pulse is well over one-hundred, and her blood pressure is reaching dangerous numbers, and my heart picks up speed behind my ribs. I’m rather sure if I was hooked up to one of those, they wouldn’t look too good, either, with what’s going on. “Please leave before I call security.”

Relief doesn’t find me for several minutes, and it takes twice as long to arrive for Becks who still whimpers below me, the tears nowhere near stopping. The ones waiting in my dugout finally answer their call when the nurse mentions giving her something to calm down.

“No, I got it, jus’ gimme a few minutes. I can get her t’ calm down,” I insist tearfully, swallowing against a desert while rainfall covers my cheeks, and hers. “Hey, ‘s okay, baby, ‘s okay. Deep breaths, ‘kay?” I coo to Becky, but I’m well aware of the lack of conviction in my voice.

“Is she gone?” she cries and I nod quickly.

“She’s gone, bug, and ‘ll make sure she won’t come back, I promise. You don’t hafta worry.”

“I don’t wanna see her,” Becks confesses with a hiccup. Lifting my hand from our intertwined pair, I comb back her dark waves that nudge at her eyes.

“I know, Becks, I know. She’s gone,” I hum, catching her tears with the slick pad of my thumb before going back to stroking her hair.

“Why was she . . ?”

“I dunno, bug, there was a misunderstandin’,” I answer her, unsure of my words and every single thing that I do. I’m unsure if it helps, but I know that there’s nothing I’d rather be doing in this moment. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, even in my ignorant dreams.

“It wasn’t you, I know you wouldn’t,” she cries, shaky breaths escaping her lips when I ask her to take deep breaths with me.

“No, ‘d neva invite her, Becks. I dunno her name even.”

“Thank you,” she says with a hard gulp, with no allusion to what for, but I know. The hair stroking isn’t making a difference, because the tears are still coming at a record speed and I’m lost for words, and everything else too.

“Will you cuddle me, p-please? Feels like I c-can’t breathe,” she almost wails, her pained face dissolving with the words that she speaks.

“‘Course, bug, ‘m so sorry . . Keep takin’ deep breaths, I know you can do it, baby. ‘m right here . . in and out, that’s it. Keep goin’,” I tell her, toeing off my Vans that I wore for her whilst picking the oxygen cannula back up to thread into her nose. “Scooch over, Becks, don’t wanna hurt ya.”

A few more tendrils of relief find their way to me when she’s back in my arms, and I couldn’t care less what the nurse has to say, because nothing could feel more right than this. I’m only confirmed of that when she wiggles her way into my arms almost immediately and her head finds my chest, the tears soon wetting the fabric.

“Can you sing it to me?” Becks requests and an instant confirmation fills the air.

“Wise men say only fools rush in,” I begin, my fingers dancing through her hair and my lips leaving kiss after kiss atop her head. With my mouth ghosting over her hair, my eyes wander to the heart rate monitor. As the song paints the air around us, I watch as the numbers slowly start to fall while her crying quiets.

Only moments after finishing the last line of the song and for the second time, do her snores fall against my chest, and can I finally breathe. I lie there, counting the freckles scattered across her creamy white skin and wait for the tears to at last leave my eyes. Carefully, I move my body away from hers and lay her head down on the pillow, lastly draping the blankets over her sleeping body.

“‘ll be right back, I gotta go and keep me promise,” I whisper against her cheek, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear naked of earrings. My footsteps only begin after pressing a kiss to her cheek, assuring myself I’ll be back within moments to give her another.

The nurse shoots me a quick smile on my way out as I make quick work of the tears, and silent words pass between us albeit for the quiet ‘thank you’ and ‘good job’ she rewards me with.

“You might be my favourite, even though you’re not supposed to be getting into that bed with her,” she grins, her ponytail bobbing as she shakes her head at me jokingly. “You lot sure have a connection, so don’t be going anywhere for too long, she might miss you too much.”

“Thanks, I won’t be gone long. I uh, jus’ gotta go make sure o’ sumthin’.”

“That mum of hers, I hope?” she wonders aloud, turning her body towards me ever so slightly in her olive green scrubs.

A nod of mine answers her words and her ‘good luck’ rings in my ears as I walk away, glancing over my shoulder one last time at Becks, searching for a strength that I need. She’s never disappointed me when I look for it in her, whether it was years ago when she pulled me out of my shell, helped me through my granddad’s death, or just the other night when I found my way back to her and never left. This isn’t one of those dire times, but I know that she needs me to do this for her, no matter the absence of her question.

I’m uncertain if I’m surprised to see the strange figure standing in the family room, or the tension already electric in the air when I arrive. It only worsens when a few of them turn around to look at me, and the blame falls away instantly when Chuck and Robbie’s faces plummet at the sight of mine. It all wads into a ball and is thrown at her when the anger builds on hers.

“You need t’ leave,” I announce, a sniffle worming its way into my words. I couldn’t care less about the sight of my red-rimmed eyes or the tears that fall from them now. All I hope is that my many years in law will pay off for this argument that I so desperately need to win. “It wasn’t a good idea t’ come, she doesn’t want you here. I think that’s rather obvious from what jus’ happened.”

Her features crease into that of a bulldog, ready to pounce, but I was ready for this before I even stepped foot in this room. “What do you know, being her new boyfriend and all? You hardly even know her, I reckon . . She’s my daughter and she almost died,” she insists with a spiteful grin sticking to her lips.

“What’s that matta? Ya weren’t there fer her when she was alive, so why’d ya come now?” I spit out, and am instantly rewarded with the image of the words slapping her in the face. “I do know what’s bloody best fo’ her, and what’s best fo’ her right now ‘s fer you t’ leave and not come back. She doesn’t want you here, I dunno how many times I gotta fookin’ say it. She’s been thru’ hell and back, and ‘s tryna figure out what tha bloody hell this new life ‘s and how t’ function again whilst bein’ on several meds and stuck inna hospital bed. Let her bloody rest so she can get betta and heal, if ya even care ‘bout her ya’d leave her be t’ get betta,” I sigh, turning on my heel to place my back to them. Her fiery gaze beats against my neck as I let the tears fall, not bothering to clean them up, because I can only deal with one mess at a time.

“Who the fuck was that, and who does he think he is?” she retorts, seemingly more to herself and those around her than to myself, her voice only a ghost now.

“That’s Harry,” Chuck answers, something shining through in his voice that I can’t quite decipher.

“Harry? You mean her boss, Harry?” Kate responds, taken aback.

“No, right now that’s Harry. Her best friend and boyfriend, Harry,” he tells her, and I think I hear it finally, just rounding the corner. It accompanies the chuckle that floats down the hallway after me.

It’s pride.

The very same feeling glues itself to me as I take long steps back to her, thoroughly aware of how much better it feels to come back to her than it is to leave her. Even in her sleep, she seems to retain that feeling of hers amidst all of the drugs, because when I sit down next to her, I watch those pretty eyes open.

“Harry.”

“Hi, honeybug. Go back t’ sleep, everything’s okay, yer mum’s gone,” I tell her, cradling her cheek in my hand, because I’m sure that if my words somehow hadn’t done it, that Chuck will make sure of her exit.

“Okay,” she sighs softly, her eyelids fluttering closed. I lean over her and press whispers of kisses to her eyelids, leading me to find that dimple like a ghost in her left cheek. “Harry?”

“What ‘s it, bug? Ya need yer rest, ‘s almost bedtime,” I hum, settling back onto the chair. My eyes fall from her when a warmth finds my hand now, and I smile at the appearance of her hand lacing with mine.

“I love you,” she whispers, and everything stills around me, and inside of me. My head snaps up and over to her calm exterior that soon blurs in front of me as a breathy laugh coats my lips.

“I love you too, Becks,” I return quickly, tears adorning my words and leaving them to break in the air.

The dimple remains alive in her cheek when her eyes creak open and meet mine briefly before I steal a kiss from her lips. So, it wasn’t a fluke the other night, afterall. Hmm.

“Get some sleep, ‘ll be here when ya wake up,” I coo against her hair, cradling her head with my hand.

“You too,” she yawns, closing her eyes and wiggling around in the bed, and I swear that I couldn’t have seen something more beautiful in all of my days. She just keeps surprising me though, and making me wonder how she could ever become more gorgeous, or more importantly, how I could ever come to love her more.

I know that tomorrow she’ll change that, and the day after that, and after that, when my heart will grow another size to love her a little bit more.

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Dragon Dancer IV: Susie

After Mingfei left, I put on music in the house for the first time since Ru’Yi’s birth. I picked her up and together we rocked in the living room.

Mingfei had returned. He remembered Chu Zihang and he was determined to find him. Plus, he was so much stronger than he used to be. He’d changed! I didn’t bother turning over the pictures of us this time. Even though we weren’t a couple, he was my hero.

If anyone could find Johann, it would be him. He’d saved me back at the Red Well from dying to Herzog. He’d solved the crisis and saved everyone.

He did it then, he could do it now.

Joyful, I couldn’t stop dancing all morning.

A soft knock on the door interrupted my celebration. A familiar voice called. "It’s Susie!”

“Hey!” I grinned brightly at her as I opened the door.

“Wow! Hey! You’re feeling better!”

“You have no idea!” I laughed. “Come on in!”

She held up a casserole dish. “I made you something for lunch.” She looked around. “Is Mingfei here?”

“No, he went to talk to the principal.” I went to the kitchen and pulled some glasses from the cabinets. “What did you bring me?”

“Chicken Pot Pie!” She stared at me a little longer. “You know. I wasn’t sure how you’d react when Mingfei came back. I was dreading it.”

“Let’s just say it worked out. Thanks for bringing this.”

“Where’s the baby?”

I pointed.

Ru’Yi lay on her back in the living room under an arch of dangling toys. Her arms twitched as she tried to touch them.

“She’s getting so big.” Susie sighed. “I’m sure Mingfei was happy to see her.” Susie gave me a cautious look.

“He was.” I filled her glass with water from the pitcher.

“Are you guys... okay? I mean. You don’t believe he’s your husband.” She accepted the water.

“He’s a sweet guy regardless.” I took a sip of water.

Susie pursed her lips. “It’s so weird. Anyway, since things are alright between you two, I’ll be booking a flight back to Paris then.”

I lowered the glass. “Paris?”

Susie chuckled. “Yes. You forgot? I’ve lived in Paris for about a year. Remember?”

I chewed my lip. “Oh.”

She sighed. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault. I know you think it’s a dragon illusion but... we ... You, Nono, and I were really close friends. We made a bet to snatch up the most eligible bachelors in school. Nono picked Caesar, you picked Mingfei, and I picked Lancelot.”

I stood silently, looking at her. “Oh.”

“We all got what we wanted. Lancelot was from France originally so of course we would ask to be assigned there. I only came back here after Mingfei had his assignment in Brazil to find the Dance King. I didn’t want you to be left alone and ... of course after... all this happened and your diagnosis... I couldn’t just leave you.”

“You mean. You flew all the way here and stayed here for months... just for me?” I asked, astounded.

Susie nodded, quiet. “I’m just sad you don’t remember how close we were. I was your maid of honor.”

Susie looked away, eyes sad.

“I... don’t know what to say. Other than, thank you.” I murmured, stunned. “I know you’ve been really kind to me these past few months. I really appreciate it.”

She stood up and wrapped her arms around my waist. “I just want you to get better. Life isn’t the same without the three of us together. We’ve grown up and grown apart so quickly.”

I awkwardly returned her embrace. I didn’t feel the same and she could tell. She let go and sighed, hanging her head. “Anyway... I’m really glad Mingfei made you smile again.”

“Can I ask you something? Was... Mingfei ever in South Korea?”

Susie’s head lifted and her eyes brightened! “Yes! You remembered!”

“Right... did he say why?”

“For the special training! It’s some of the most rigorous training in the Secret Society! Some people describe it as breaking a person to pieces only to build him up again!” Susie grinned. “His physical ability went from E rank to A rank! It was amazing how much he changed.”

Susie’s smile turned mischievous. “You noticed huh?” She winked.

I tried and failed to imagine Mingfei surviving something like that. “It was hard to miss. Did he say anything else about South Korea? Was there someone there that he knew?”

“Not that I know of. Why?”

“In my mind... there was someone in South Korea that he loved. Someone named Erii Uesugi. He should have married her and not me.”

Susie closed her eyes and sighed. “No... no Carli. Someone like this doesn’t exist. Mingfei loves you.” Her good mood vanished. She brushed her hands through her hair. “Look, I’ve gotta go. But if there’s someone you’re looking for, you can always ask EVA.”

“Okay... Thanks for the pie.”

I closed the door behind Susie, mind reeling with how different everything was now. Chu Zihang was like a monk, keeping to himself, focused on study and training. Never in his life would he imagine the impact his disappearance would have on everyone around him.

I walked to the computer and pulled up a database, plugging in my S-rank credentials. Only to receive an error message.

“This user’s S-rank credentials have been suspended. Please contact the administrator.”

My jaw dropped. “Ugh. What? Oh come on.” I rested my cheek against my hand. I clicked on ‘contact the administrator’ and typed in my query. “Where is Erii Uesugi?”

A chatbox opened at the bottom of my screen. EVA’s name appeared and a notification told me she was ‘typing’. “Erii Uesugi is listed as Missing and under investigation.”

“Thanks EVA. Why were my S-ranked privileges suspended?” I typed.

“Because you are under surveillance. Monitoring requires seeing all your activity and this is only possible if your rank is A or below.”

I huffed. “Fine.”

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sick!peter parker x sick!reader | original series

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It had only been a week or two since you’ve arrived in Georgia. It was nice and you couldn’t complain about it. Sure, you were there because you were sick, but it was stunning.

The hospital room was small, and you spent every day in it. You never left, so you decorated it a little when you got there. Mostly with pictures of you and your friends, as well as your family. You would have to take them down when you left, but that didn’t bother you. You were okay with it as long as you felt comfortable.

You had been feeling great since getting to Georgia, but after your Dr. had begun her test, you felt worse and worse. You were exhausted and was sick to your stomach. You could barely eat without throwing it all up. You hated it and sure, you have felt like this before, but it had been a while since you had been this ill.

The door opened and your nurse, Marie, walked inside. She had a tray of food and a bottle of water as she walked inside. You smiled and welcomed her, muting the sound on your laptop.

“Hey, darling.” Nurse Marie said with a smile. “Are you feeling any better?” She asked.

“No,” you sighed and gave her a fake smile, “but I’ll be fine.” You reassured her.

You quickly moved your computer to the nightstand beside you so Nurse Marie could sit your dinner down. You took a deep breath and looked over the food. It was a chicken pot pie and veggies, and a cookie for desert. Seeing it didn’t make you sick, but you didn’t want it to come back up.

“Dr. Marshall will be in her in a bit, the results came in a few hours ago.” Nurse Marie explained.

You nodded as she began looking at the IV bag and your vitals. You looked over at her as she did this, watching her closely. She didn’t look any different. Her body language didn’t change and neither did her facial expression.

“Have you talked to Peter?” Marie asked without looking at you.

“Yeah, a little. We’re actually going to FaceTime tonight.” You explained.

Marie smiled and looked over at you. “That’s great!” She enthused.

“Yeah.”

The room turned quiet and you looked away from her. You picked up the fork and pushed it into the pot pie, bringing it to your mouth. You slowly ate it and drank the water.

Nurse Marie began to leave, saying goodbye and goodnight. You did the same and waved as the door closed.

You finished your meal and grabbed your laptop from the side table. You typed in your password and logged into FaceTime. You texted Peter a quick text and almost immediately, he had called you.

You clicked answered and smiled as soon as you saw Peter’s face. He looked exhausted, but his eyes lit up when he saw you on his screen. He smiled and waved, and you did the same. His room was much darker than your own, but you could see his face clearly.

“Hey!” You chipped. You reached over and grabbed your phone, unlocking it and going to Snapchat to take a quick picture of Peter.

“Hey!” He responded. The audio went through, but the picture lagged a little bit.

You quickly typed a message on the picture and saved it, before posting it.

“I miss you!” Peter exclaimed and smiled.

Your eyes watered softly, and you repeated his words. There was a moment of silence and you tried to find something to say, but Low Connection popped up. Your eyebrows knitted and you leaned forward. The call had only going on for only 4 minutes and it was already buffering.

“I think the connection is going to drop,” you said and looked up at Peter’s who picture was frozen. You sighed and leaned back, the connection dropping. You felt frustrated because you hadn’t seen his face except through pictures and you hadn’t heard his voice since you left.

You missed him. You missed him so fucking much, but this connection was just… hard. It was hard and terrible for you and him to be away from one another for so long. Sure, it had only been a week, but it still was the absolute worst.

A knock stopped your thoughts and brought you into reality. The door opened and the head of your doctor popped in. She had your file in her arms, ready to give you the prognosis. You hoped it was good. Hell, you prayed it was good and you never prayed.

“How are you today, Y/N?” she asked with a smile.

You shrugged and smiled at her. You began to relax in your seat, taking a deep breath as she pushed her finger inside the file, opening it slightly.

“So, I got your results back and…” the words trailed off as she shuffled on her feet, before looking at the file and then back at you. “it’s not good news.”

Your heart dropped as well as the hopeful smile. Your eyes lost all hope and you wondered why this was happening to you. Why you and why now, right when your life was going right.

“That’s fun.” You dragged out sarcastically.

Dr. Marshall smiled and raised the file, opening and folding it back to look at the paper work hidden. She took a deep breath and you folded your hands, hoping for the best despite it being bad news.

“So, your cancer is back.” The words stabbed you right in the heart and you closed your eyes nodded. “It’s only stage 2 and with a stronger chemo, it should be taken care of. You know the risk though.”

You nodded. “It can possibly get worse, I’m going to get sick and I might get depressed. Yadda, yadda.” You muttered and looked at her.

“Yeah,” she breathed out and looked back at you. “We’re trying to think of a treatment plan that you can go on so you can go back home to your family. I am thinking you go home, but you’ll have to come back in a month, and we’ll do more tests.”

She continued on, but you zoned out. You knew the risks and what would happen if it progressed anymore. You have been so close to death, one too many times, and you weren’t sure if you were going to survive this time.

“Once your parents contact us, we’ll figure out the-”

You cut her off, looking her dead in the eye. “I want to go home.” You said, calmly.

“I’m sorry?” The doctor questioned.

“I want to go home,” the words were shakier then before and she nodded quickly before closing the folder.

“I understand,” she whispered. “You’re going to have to come back a few times, once we talk to your doctors at home and your parents.” She explained.

You nodded. She wished you a goodnight before walking out of the hospital room. You could feel your tears starting to come to your eyes. You felt like your heart was ripped from your chest and stomped on before it was put back into your chest to remain beating.

You took hold of your phone, unlocking to and viewing the home screen of you and Peter. You were in his Midtown High hoodie and he had his arms wrapped around your waist, kissing your cheek. It was taken after your first few hangouts.

You clicked on the messaging app and opened the chat named family is the heart. Your mom named it.

You typed a quick message that read the following:

I know Dr. Marshall called you, but I feel as if I should tell you myself… My cancer is back. She said it’s Stage 2 and it could get worse, but we don’t know if it’s going to get worse or anything. I want to come home. I want to come home so bad.

The message sent and almost immediately the bubble popped up indicating someone was typing.

Mom <3: I understand.. I can’t wait to see you again, baby. Mom <3: We knew nothing was promised that it would go away.. You’ll be at this, okay? Are you going to tell Peter? Mom <3: I love you baby

You smiled but quickly typed back.

I love you too… No, I’m not… at least not yet.

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland oneshot #tom holland smut #tom holland x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker oneshot #mine #ill hearts

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elfpen · 6 years

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Imperfect Affection

Don't worry, the next chapter of Reprise is in the words, but I needed a brain break from Star Wars, so here, have a mushy snippet from my newest obsession:

Sleep became a mystery to anyone who thought about it for any amount of time. Alphonse Elric had had five years to think about it, but would not let the mystery keep him from diving in head-first.

He'd been in the hospital for just half a day, and he'd slept most of it away. It'd been bizarre - he'd forgotten what it was like to miss whole chunks of life because of sleep. The nurses told him his body was too exhausted to do much else, which made sense. They'd made him as comfortable as he could be to just lie down and rest a while: they'd helped him drink a few sips of water, cut his fingernails and trimmed and washed his hair.

They'd encouraged him to take a bath, too, but hadn't forced him to. Of all the senses, touch was the most overwhelming, and even the fact that he had skin would take some time to accept. Still, Alphonse had taken them up on their offer and fallen asleep in a soapy tub of warm water, only to wake up later fully dressed in bed with an IV in his arm.

"They had to have dried me off, dressed me," Alphonse had agonized to Ed later, red-faced and mortified. "They saw me naked."

"Aw come on," Ed had elbowed him - gently, of course. "Some guys would kill for an opportunity like that. They were pretty cute, weren't they?"

"Brother!" His whole body turned red.

Edward had cackled, and then started coughing up blood again, because he was an idiot.

They'd wheeled Edward away for surgery in the afternoon to remove the bolts in his right shoulder, remove bits of rebar from his left arm, and see what they could do for his broken ribs. He'd be spending the night in a post-op suite, which left Al alone in his darkened hospital room to drift off into a dreamless sleep.

...and wake up again to a pitch-black room and the ghost of another presence in the room with him. It should have panicked him, but it didn't. A hand brushed softly against his temple through the short spikes of his hair.

His eyelids felt like lead weights, and his eyes refused to focus, but he could hear the rustling of clothes and see twin glimmers of glass, a smudge of blond hair.

"Dad?" he said, quiet and groggy. Above the bed, the figure froze, and relaxed again.

"Alphonse," came Hohenheim's voice, just above a whisper. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay," Al told him drowsily. "Are you hurt, too?" in his brain, this question made sense. But now out in the open, it made Hohenheim laugh. Alphonse liked the sound of his father laughing. He couldn't remember having ever heard it before.

"I'm fine. Major Armstrong told me he brought you boys here - looks like they're taking good care of you."

His eyes were trying harder to focus now, and he could see that his father was smiling. Inexplicably, he longed for older times, for impossible times, when he and his brother and mother and father could've all been smiling together. But if the last five years had taught him anything, it had taught him that longing for the lost was a fool's errand.

"I'm glad you're here," Al said, and reached out his hand. His father caught it in both of his and squeezed. After a thick silence, Hohenheim choked and said,

"I am too." He ran a thumb over the edges of Alphonse's fingernails, filed short and tidy, and then reached out to brush a hand over his hair, which was still damp from his bath. "It suits you," he said. Alphonse's eyelids fluttered. He remembered falling asleep like this as a child, with his mother brushing her fingers through his hair. "I'm so proud of you, Alphonse." It made him smile, even as his eyes drifted shut. "Take care of your brother for me."

That struck a flat note. Alphonse wrenched his eyes open again, and found the strength to lift his head. "You're leaving?"

"Just for a bit," Hohenheim put out an apologetic hand. "I'm doing no good here. I'm not injured, they need all the space they can get for those who are."

"But… your philosopher's stone," Al made the connections groggily, "can't you help…?"

"No, not anymore."

"Oh."

"They've cut off all communications in and out of Central," Hohenheim told him. "Pinako and Miss Rockbell will be sick with worry for you boys. I'm going to Resembool, to tell them you're both alright."

"Oh." Alphonse wished he could come up with something better to say. "It'll be good to see them smile again," he mused wistfully, and Hohenheim smiled himself.

"Yes, it will."

"Thank you, dad." His eyes were pulling themselves shut again, that mysterious, luxurious pool pulling him offshore to float away.

"Go to sleep, son. I'll see you at home." Alphonse could never be completely sure, but as he fell asleep, he thought he felt his father kiss him on the forehead.

They rested. They mended. After six days, they let Alphonse eat real food. After ten, they let him eat twice a day. And after three weeks, they let him eat whatever he wanted - within reason, anyway.

"Chicken pot pie, pork dumplings, strawberry strudel, tea, sausages, eggs, and bacon?" Ed read off his brother's order with rising incredulity. "What kind of breakfast is… and milk? I know you're starving, Al, but this is too far!"

Alphonse only laughed. In the end, they didn't grant all of his requests, but he got a hefty plate of eggs and bacon and and an early dessert of strudel. They also brought him a pot of tea and a whole pint of milk to drink at his leisure.

"Do you want some, brother?" Alphonse raised the milk jug with a pristine innocence that only younger siblings can manage. Edward's whole body seemed to grow spikes.

"Are you insane?"

"That's okay," Alphonse drank deeply and came away with a white mustache. "It's not like I have any catching up to do - I'm already taller than you."

Edward screeched, and Alphonse finished eating with a smile on his face.

By the time they headed back home, the Elric brothers were in high spirits. Saying goodbye to Central and all of their comrades and friends had been hard, but seeing Lieutenant Havoc and Colonel Mustang healed had been a massive boost.

Teacher had even cried when she hugged them goodbye, and then threatened to kill them if they said anything about it. Sig, weeping openly and silently at her side, gave Alphonse a bundle of home-cooked bacon to eat on the train home.

It was a long train ride, and a longer walk home, but then they were home, and Winry tackled them to the dirt and it was like nothing but everything had changed. Den barked and ran circles around them until they were all the way inside. Winry started crying nearly every time she looked at Alphonse. But then, Edward began to gloat,

"I told you they'd be tears of joy!" And suddenly Winry was no longer crying, and was throwing wrenches instead.

Alphonse peeled and cored apples for the pie Winry had already started preparing, and Granny cut out cold pats of butter for the crust. Amid the din of Winry and Edward's shouting, Alphonse became aware of an absence in the house he hadn't registered until that very moment. When the arguing died down and the house went quiet, Alphonse turned to Granny and asked,

"Where's dad?" The house seemed to slow to a halt. Alphonse looked between Granny and Winry, who'd both gone suddenly still. "He said he'd meet us here."

Pinako put down her knife and wiped her hands on her apron. She drew in a shaky breath. "Maybe you boys had better come with me."

"He didn't even make it to the house," Granny had kept her explanation short because of her own tears. "He came straight here. I think he knew he didn't have much time left. I didn't even get to say goodbye." She sniffed, a terrifying display of emotion for both boys. "I'm very sorry."

She left them to their thoughts, and the brothers sat in front of their parents' headstones for a long time.

"That bastard," Ed said after a long time, even though his eyes were shining with unshed tears, "of course he would leave just to kick the bucket. What a coward. What a," he wiped furiously at his eyes. "Damn rotten father."

Alphonse didn't say anything. He sat with his knees drawn up to his chest and stared at the name on the stone. He remembered the man in the hospital who'd said he was proud of him. "I'll see you at home." Surely he wouldn't have lied. Surely he hadn't meant for it to be like this.

"Ed, Al," it was Granny. The boys turned to her, and backlit by the setting sun, she was holding out two letters. "When I… found him, these were in his pocket. They're addressed to you."

Alphonse took his, and with more hesitation, Edward his. Granny left them alone. Edward and Alphonse glanced at each other, and then opened their letters and read silently each to himself.

Dear Edward,

Dear Alphonse,

I am writing this on the train from Central to Resembool. I did not want to have to write this – I wanted to be able to tell you all of this myself, in person, as I should have years ago. But I realize now that I do not have enough life in me to manage even that.

It was my blood that created the homunculus, all those years ago, and since the fall of Xerxes our lives have been intertwined as one. Now the homunculus has died, and I am living on borrowed time. I may not look it, but as I write, I am just shy of my four hundred and fifty-first birthday. It's absurd, isn't it? That I can be so ancient and only just now as I'm dying do I find a reason to keep on living.

I realize that I am not the father you deserve. In my determination to thwart the homunculus' plans, I abandoned you and your mother and I know I can never atone for that. I can only hope that you believe me when I tell you that your mother and you boys were all I ever wanted. You gave me all I could have ever needed. I am so proud of you.

...I have never seen a more noble sacrifice than your sacrifice for Alphonse. You are a far better man today than I have been in four and a half centuries. Trisha would be beside herself with pride if she could see the man you've become.

...You grow stronger each day, and each day, I see in you a man I wish I could have known better. You are wise beyond your years, and carry your mother's caring spirit into a world that needs it desperately. She would be so proud to see you now.

...I realize you want to hate me,

...I realize you wish you'd known me,

...And I understand why you feel that way, and do not blame you if you never stop,

...And I can assure you I wish I could have known you better all your life,

And I know that nothing I do will change my role in the pain you've suffered these past long years. But I hope, if nothing else, you can accept that in my profound imperfections, I loved you more than I could ever hope to tell you.

In deepest affection,

...Van Hohenheim

...Your Father

When Alphonse looked up, Edward was crying, too. Edward crumpled up his letter, shoved it in his pocket, and stomped off. Alphonse stayed with his parents.

"It's okay," he told his dad, trying to rub out the tears that had stained his own letter. "He's always like this."

Later, Alphonse went to Edward's room and knocked before letting himself in. He noticed their father's letter, wrinkled and torn, smoothed out on the desk and flattened under the only book they'd saved from their father's library.

"Winry's pie is almost ready to eat," Al told his brother quietly. Edward was sitting on his bed, staring out the window. In the distance, the green swell of the graveyard was just visible.

"Do you think he even knew how long he was gone?" Ed asked. Alphonse was taken aback.

"What?"

"If Hohenheim was as old as he said, do you think he even knew how many years had passed before he came back, to find mom dead, us without bodies?"

Alphonse hadn't ever thought of it. He sat down next to Edward on the bed and stared out the window.

"I don't know. Maybe." It was not quite dark out, and the countryside was awash in a dusky blue. Past the cemetery, a string of lights and smoke traced the path of the 7:00 train. Alphonse watched the smoke become clouds and fade into the atmosphere. "I think he loved mom. A lot." It was somehow uncomfortable to say so, but it soothed something deep in Alphonse's gut. "I think he loved us, too. I really think he did. He just…" he shrugged. "Didn't really know how. In his shoes, I'm not sure I would either."

"Hmm," was all Edward said. The two boys watched the sunlight disappear to reveal a world full of stars. Eventually, Edward glanced past Alphonse to see the clock, and his eyes stuck on his brother's hair.

"Your hair's growing out already," he gave it a rough tousle, and Alphonse complained. "You'll have to get it trimmed again soon."

"Better than leave it long," Alphonse combed his hair back into place, miffed. "I don't know how you stand it, brother."

"What can I say?" Edward shrugged, holier-than-thou, "it takes a certain stature to pull this off."

Alphonse rolled his eyes and was about to say something cruel about Ed's height, when Winry shouted across the house to announce,

"Apple pie is ready!"

Alphonse picked up his cane and zipped to the door in an instant. The stairs thumped and groaned as he practically fell into the kitchen, offering to whip cream and put out plates, and anything else that would help him get the pie to his mouth sooner rather than later.

Edward lagged behind and laughed. The night had transformed his window into a mirror, and he caught sight of his reflection as he stood to his feet. He resented the red rims on his eyes, the crusty tear tracks on his cheeks. He scrubbed them away. Then, he picked at the frayed mess of his hair, which was coming undone in all directions. He undid the hair tie and combed at it with his hands.

"We have the same look," Hohenheim had said, when they met at his mother's grave. Edward had braided his hair so fast, it'd been matted for days. He looked again at his reflection, and began to divide his hair into thirds.

"Edward! Do you want pie or not? Better come and get some before Al eats it all!"

"Hey!"

Edward hesitated before gathering his hair into a single, familiar ponytail.

"I'm coming!"

He closed the curtains on his reflection and joined his family downstairs.

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thehighestmountains · 5 years

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woo-wee, it’s been a wild 2 weeks. ca -> ind

the last week i was in california was quite emotional, saying goodbye to a lot of people, having one last hot pot meal with my roommates, playing badminton for the last time, having a last scrum cheer. my leaving gd was an extremely positive experience, people were so kind and supportive of my decision, wishing me the best, claiming the team would just fall apart without my bright personality. honestly, i shouldve wrote a post about that experience more but ive worked for my new company for 3 days, and scorpius who? (jk, if youre from scorpius, im totally kidding).

i feel like moving away made me more open and less apologetic for who i am, and that in turn made my friendships more substantial. i now have a very frequent stand up for my personal sprints consisting of michelle, valerie, michael and zach from work - which i am so thrilled about because i need people to hold me accountable. we have weekly philosophy discussions, and a monthly book club. really keeps me socially active.

speaking of socially active, my new work place has extremely open style seating. my whole team works on one teeny tiny desk, and i already feel super comfortable with them. i like their humor very much, and i was afraid i wouldnt make any friends. ha!

there are many benefits to my new work place. ok, so we dont have any 401k matching, bUT we have free snacks (like la croix, pringles, energy bars, chips, starbucks cappuccinos in those glass jars, u know the ones, all the snacks you want we have), bring your dog to work fridays, team lunch where um you dont have to pay (like wtf, gd..jk but srs), the funniest people, and my work place is down the street from my apartment - like a 5 minute walk. i get to use a mac book pro, which is fun and more luxurious, but also for good reason. its much easier to test across platforms with a mac.

ok, a quick faq on how i am doing, submitted by michelle and valerie - wow its annoying i can just lump them into one word (my roommates) anymore.

1. how is the weather? its quite finicky, in just the past three days. wednesday, it was very sunny, i wore shorts to walk snoot outside and our bed was so warm at night i couldnt even stay under the covers. on thursday, it was extremely windy, like so windy i was afraid the pie leftover (from pi day) that i was bringing home was just going to get ripped out of my hands. and friday, it snowed.

2. did you finish unpacking yet? i finished unpacking on day 1. i am no slacky-michelly.

3. do i miss california, if so what do i miss? i already miss playing badminton, i sure hope this purdue badminton club works out. i would say i miss my friends, but i talk to them frequently enough that im doing okay.

4. how is living with kay? he makes me dinner every night, which has been incredibly healthy for me. it takes the one thing i hate out of my day the most - cooking food. but it is a little weird to have him on voice call playing games with his friends all the time, like almost all the time hes at home. to be fair, division 2 just got released.

5. how is your job? like fantastic, i feel at home with these people. im really enjoying the work and dev environment already. also what i previously said.

6. what are some challenges? well, i have to find a comfortable stool for this high bar table that i am trying to use as a desk. the stool has to have good back support, which i think will be a challenge.

7. what do i do for fun? well this is what is on my sprint for next 2 weeks: set up my sewing machine that i just bought so i can finally do some thrift flips, read 2 books (the tattooist of auschwitz, and trevor noahs new book), watch russian doll, moral orel, schitt’s creek, and whatever movies valerie, michelle, and i decide to watch on movie mondays, as well as reading some philosophy articles as part of our discussion. aside from personal things, we went to chicago the first week i was there, where we explored the art institute, and attended the chicago symphony.

8. what shops and stores are there? payless is our safeway. idk we have most cuisines you can think of, for restaurants. and idk just regular stores.

9. have i made any friends? my new co-workers who are the same age group as me.

10. apartment tour: this is what it currently looks like. lots got to change, but itll take a bit.

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ihopeyoucanseemesmiling · 6 years

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Christmas surprise

A/N: Here it is finally @littlerose13writes!!! Your present from my (your hg Secret Santa). I am fully aware and so sorry that this is late, I hope you didn’t think I’d forgotten you. My exams are in january and with the holidays and everything my brain pretty much dried up :( But it’s here now, and I really hope you like it!! Hope you had a good Christmas, and I wish you a very very happy 2018, filled with only wonderful things!

Words: 2,044

It was late in the evening, one of those nights where the moon was obscured by dark, heavy clouds cloaking the horizon. The light from the street lamps below illuminated the pavement in an orange gleam, and Harry’s breath made little tufts of smoke as he breathed the cold night air. Behind the windows of the apartment buildings to his left many lights twinkled, and he would’ve sworn he heard a snippet of Celestina Warbeck’s “A Cauldron full of Hot, Strong Love” coming from one of the houses and mingling with the muffled talking and laughter of many voices. His pace quickened as he spotted the entrance to the little alley from where he could safely Disapparate. It was Christmas Eve, and he was late to spend it with his own family.

In the street to his house, the last remnants of snow from the past days had melted, leaving only sloshy pools in their wake which left brownish stains on his boots.

Arriving at their cottage, Harry spotted the play broomstick lying on the wilted grass behind the high hedge, next to a small and somewhat pathetic pile of sludge with a carrot sticking out of it. It seemed like Grawp the snowman had not survived the day.

Harry fumbled with his keys for a moment, then opened the door and stepped inside, relieved at the warmth that flooded over him. The lights were still on everywhere, and in the living room a fire was crackling merrily in the fireplace.

“In here!” Ginny’s voice came from the kitchen. She had to yell, because the same Celestina Warbeck song was blaring so loudly from the radio in that Harry found it quite a feat she had even heard him entering at all.

Shaking the last bit of tedious work and weariness from his shoulders, he put his coat on the hanger and crossed the living room to the kitchen.

Ginny was at the stove, her back to the door and stirring in something or other, while Albus sat dozing in his highchair at the kitchen table. Ginny’s hair was put up in a messy bun on top of her head, and Harry was about 85% sure that that was his holiday jumper she was wearing over her pyjama bottoms. Arnold IV the pygmy puff was holding on to her shoulder while Ginny’s hips moved from side to side with every beat of the song.

He went up to the kitchen counter and kissed her on those three freckles in her neck.

“Hi.”

She planted a kiss on his cheek but kept swaying and stirring in the pot so it was kind of hard for Harry to put his arm around her waist and rest his head on her shoulders.

“I’m sorry I’m late – although, it looks like you don’t really mind. Celestina Warbeck and your moving baubles pyjama Gin? Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

She promptly bumped him away with her hips and turned to stick her tongue out to him, pointing a wooden spoon dripping with green glacier right at his face and balancing a pan full of said glacier in the other hand.

“First of all – no insulting Celestina Warbeck. Albus loves her.” This was, in fact, true. Last year at the annual Weasley Christmas dinner, Molly had put on her favourite Celestina classics and Albus – who had been taken by some bug which had left him quiet and weepy all day – had been completely enamoured with the sound, clapping his hands and giggling so loudly he’d almost fallen out of his chair.

“And second –“ she emphasized the word with a dramatic swish of the spoon and little bits of glacier went flying. Arnold IV saw his chance and jumped off of her shoulder onto the kitchen counter, running to where the most glacier had spilled.

“- I have been slaving away in this kitchen all day, and now a woman can’t even enjoy a nice festive pyjama and a bit of relaxing music? Uh-uh, we’ll eat all of this by ourselves then, won’t we, Albus?”

Albus opened his eyes, hiccoughed in agreement and clapped his hands. Harry put his hands up in mock surrender and bowed deeply.

“My sincerest apologies, Miss. Your hard work is greatly appreciated and do please excuse me for joining you at this late hour. Also, might I add, I have no objection to those pyjama bottoms whatsoever – your bum looks very nice in them.”

Ginny grinned and winked at him before turning back to the other pan still boiling on the stove and starting to sway again. Harry bent down to pick up Albus, who was starting to look put-out at not having received a proper greeting like his mum.

He got a very enthusiastic “da!” and they went to sit at the table, his boy on his lap. Albus’ foot was tapping against his leg to the rhythm of the music, and he was wriggling from side to side.

“Smells good in here Gin!”

Ginny snorted.

“Thanks. Don’t look at me though. I told Hermione you had a work thing and I was making you a sandwich when you came home. She basically had a heart attack – saying that if you had to work on Christmas Eve you should at least have a decent meal when you came home – and wouldn’t leave before she had cooked this all up. I’m just finishing.”

Harry laughed. “I’ll tell her thanks tomorrow then.”

The song was about finished and Ginny turned off the radio with a flick of her wand, before carrying a gigantic Christmas pudding over to the table. Then green glacier floated down to the surface behind her.

“Should I get -?” said Harry.

“No I’ll call him.”

Ginny vanished from the room for a few seconds and Harry could hear her shouting up the stairs while he put Albus back in his seat.

“Jaaames, dad is home and we’re having dessert now!”

She’d barely gotten back and picked a seat when their four-year-old son came thundering down the stairs and into the kitchen as fast as his little legs could carry him.

“Daddy, daddy!” he shouted before launching himself at Harry for a hug. He was wearing his brand-new red-with-holly-and-white-stars Christmas jammies – an early present – and his round cheeks were rosy with excitement.

“Hey little man! Still awake?” said Harry, scooting down and hugging his son. “And how was your day?”

“Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron came, and they brought Rosie!” James half-yelled. “And we built forts and went to rescue the dragon, and then do you know what aunt Hermione and uncle Ron s-“

“James!” said Ginny, throwing him one of her looks. James startled, then looked guiltily at his mother before peeking back up at Harry through his lashes.

“Mommy wants to tell you herself,” he whispered. “I promised I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

“Well, if mommy said so then you shouldn’t,” said Harry, and nodded earnestly at him.

James nodded back, and giggled before climbing in his chair next to him.

Ginny – well, Hermione – had gone full on Mrs Weasley. She’d made biscuits with green glacier for the boys, and for Harry there was shepherd’s pie of course Christmas pudding for dessert. James chatted happily about the fort he’d built with Rose and Albus in the bathroom upstairs, and Ginny told them she’d made progress with her article on the Chudley cannon’s prospects for the coming season, with their new captain.

When they’d all eaten (more than) enough, they took the boys upstairs and put them into bed. The promise of presents in the morning made this for once a very easy task.

“So,” said Harry, back in the kitchen where they were quietly tidying the kitchen and putting the dishes in the sink.

“What is it you wanted to tell me, about Ron and Hermione?”

Ginny took her time putting down the things she was carrying, then turned to him and smiled secretively, a sparkle in her eyes.

“Hermione announced she’s pregnant again!”

“Really? That’s great!” Harry said immediately.

“It is, isn’t it?” said Ginny happily.

“James wasn’t supposed to know yet though,” she said, frowning slightly. “They were just planning to tell us, because it’s a bit too early for the whole family to know, but apparently he was ‘just coming to ask for another blanket’. I swear, four years old and already causing mischief, complete with eavesdropping and everything!”

But she sounded more proud than anything else.

“He’ll shut up about it if we talk to him,” said Harry assuringly, and Ginny nodded.

“’Course he will,” she said, “but, that’s not why I told him not to tell you.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at her, and she hesitated.

“It’s, well…”

She looked down, bit her lip, and then looked up at him again. Her hands came to rest softly on her lower abdomen, and an entirely uncharacteristic blush rose to her cheeks.

“… it’s ‘cause I’m pregnant too, Harry.”

There were a few seconds of silence in which Harry stared at her, then at her belly, then back at face again.

“W-what?” said Harry.

She grinned, and repeated the words.

“I’m pregnant.”

“You’re … pregnant?” It sounded more like a question.

Ginny’s grin widened. “Yes Harry, I’m pregnant. You know, that thing where a person grows another person inside of their stomach? Happening right now. In here.” And she pointed at her belly.

“You know, as a father of two, you should really know how this g–“

Harry cut her off mid-sentence by planting a kiss firmly on her lips. All kinds of emotions were rushing through his brain, and when Ginny giggled against his mouth, he pulled away and held her at an arm’s length to look at her properly. She didn’t look much different, except she had this happy glow about her, her eyes sparkling and cheeks still flushed from their kiss. He started to laugh; a happy, whole sound.

“Merlin, you’re pregnant!”

“I’m pregnant!” she laughed too.

“We’re having another baby!” Harry lifted her up and swung her around, the both of them almost cheering out loud. Ginny’s legs soared around the kitchen and narrowly missed the table, but did succeed in knocking over the flutterby bush next to the doorway, which left them both laughing so hard he could no longer hold her up and they collapsed into each other.

Their laughter slowly died down, but they kept holding on to each other. Finally, when they had both caught their breath enough, Harry stroked back the loose strands from Ginny’s face, and looked down at her.

“So,” he said.

“So,” she echoed, smiling.

“When did you find out?”

“This morning actually, just before Ron and Hermione came over. I could barely keep my mouth shut when they told me. I think I reacted a bit extreme to their announcement.”

Harry was quiet for a moment, picturing this in his head. Ron and Hermione must’ve thought Ginny was extremely happy for them, or else just completely taken by the Christmas spirit. Ginny tapped on his cheek, and he focused on her again.

“Are you happy?” she asked him. Harry rolled his eyes, but kissed her on the nose.

“Of course I’m happy.”

“It’s just, we didn’t really talk about having another one, so –“

Harry cut her off. “Are you happy?”

She smiled.

“Well then.”

He leaned over to her and she met him halfway, and then they were kissing. His hands tangled in her hair and he tasted her lips all over again. She had put on of her arms around his back, the other fisted in his shirt, drawing him closer, closer. Then a thought occurred to him, and he pulled back suddenly.

“What?”

“They’re going to be the same age! Then they can go to Hogwarts together, just like Rosie and Albus!”

Ginny patted him on the cheek.

“It’s a bit early to be thinking about that honey, but yes, that’s the general idea.”

“This is perfect! When should we tell the kids, I mean, it better not be too early, and I bet James doesn’t even remember last time, but –“

Ginny sighed, and pulled his mouth back down to hers.

“Shut up and kiss me, will you?”

#hgsecretsanta #littlerose13writes #hinny #hinny*#hey look i wrote a thing #i really hope you like it!! it's been a while #if anyone else reads this #please come and tell me what you think!#my writing #hp

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succulent-pup-blog · 6 years

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1-100 :>

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?: Spotify

is your room messy or clean?: Messy

what color are your eyes?: Blue

do you like your name? why?: Yes, its unique

what is your relationship status?:Single

describe your personality in 3 words or less: A lot, loud, funny

what color hair do you have?: It’s primarily brown but also has many other colors in it like blonde and red

what kind of car do you drive? color?: Poniac, Gold

where do you shop?: W a l M a R t...or amazon

how would you describe your style?: I guess boyish

favorite social media account: Tungle

what size bed do you have?: XL twin

any siblings?: Only child

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?: Um...with my good friends...so...Canada or Arizona or California

favorite snapchat filter?: Anything doggo

favorite makeup brand(s): I dont wear makeup

how many times a week do you shower?:2 to 3

favorite tv show?: Im not picky tbh, at least if it isnt news or Dr. Phil

shoe size?: 9-12

how tall are you?: 5′4

sandals or sneakers?: Sneakers

do you go to the gym?: I do now actually! Im gonna try twice a week, at least once

describe your dream date: Just chilling out, watching tv or something and cuddling

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?: I dont carry paper money

what color socks are you wearing?: None atm

how many pillows do you sleep with?: One with a 49′ dog stuffed animal

do you have a job? what do you do?: I just got accepted at a doggy daycare. I was told id be washing and boarding dogs

how many friends do you have?: oof...like maybe 6

whats the worst thing you have ever done?: um...like the only thing im truely embarassed about is being fired at sears for using my grandmas account to use my ‘members checked out’ numbers better. Theyd berate you infront of everyone if your numbers were low and I was young

whats your favorite candle scent?: I dont burn candles

3 favorite boy names: oof idk...I like uh...Dirk

3 favorite girl names: Barbara...after the genetic scientist that died from her studies asdf (Radiation poisoning)

favorite actor?: none

favorite actress?:none

who is your celebrity crush?: uh...I guess like Zoey Deschanel...P...Princes Diana.....

favorite movie?:Na

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?:I dont read a lot but im trying to get back into it. I just read the women with the dragon tattoo series

money or brains?: Neither matter

do you have a nickname? what is it?: uh...yammy...yam...give me a new one

how many times have you been to the hospital?:0

top 10 favorite songs: Finesse (bruno+cardi b), Ignition (R.Kelly), You make my dreams (Hall and Oates), Hold on loosely (38 special), This is gospel (Panic! at the disco), Dont threaten me with a good time (Panic! atd), Drew Barrymmore (crankdat), Caught up in you (38 special), Candyman (zedd), Squad (branchez)

do you take any medications daily?: Yeah 2

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc): o i l y

what is your biggest fear?: Paranormal

how many kids do you want?: 0-1

whats your go to hair style?: Ponytail

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc): big...kinda...its two houses put together but like two small houses

who is your role model?: uh..haha..um..Van Gogh

what was the last compliment you received?: “That tanktop looks good”

what was the last text you sent?: “I WANNA DIE FOR YOU“

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?: I think like...10

what is your dream car?: a jeep or slug bug

opinion on smoking?: I do it to chill

do you go to college?: Yes

what is your dream job?: Working with animals

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?: super rural

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?: no

do you have freckles?: On my shoulders

do you smile for pictures?: no

how many pictures do you have on your phone?: 37 and maybe 4 are me

have you ever peed in the woods?: Yes

do you still watch cartoons?: YES

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?: Wendy’s

Favorite dipping sauce?: Regular ol bbq

what do you wear to bed?: either shorts and a shirt or just shorts

have you ever won a spelling bee?: n o b e

what are your hobbies?: haha hobbies

can you draw?: iffy

do you play an instrument?: no

what was the last concert you saw?: Joan Jett

tea or coffee?: Tea

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?: Neither

do you want to get married?: yes

what is your crush’s first and last initial?: god idek

are you going to change your last name when you get married?: yeah

what color looks best on you?: Ive been told greens and blues, oh and silvers

do you miss anyone right now?: ugh. My dog.

do you sleep with your door open or closed?: Either, usually partially closed

do you believe in ghosts?: yes

what is your biggest pet peeve?: People being rude

last person you called: Mom

favorite ice cream flavor?: Bobcat batter..which is just birthday cake

regular oreos or golden oreos?: Regular...but the lemon ones are my fav

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?: rainbow

what shirt are you wearing?: A star speckled tank

what is your phone background?: this and this

are you outgoing or shy?: Depends on my mental health atm tbh

do you like it when people play with your hair?: i think I would

do you like your neighbors?: One smokes pot and gives me headaches and the other broke my cars side mirror and refused to shovel the snow on our sidewalk but does everyone else, so you guess

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?: I use face wipes but I should wash

have you ever been high?:Yes

have you ever been drunk?:Yes

last thing you ate?: Pie

favorite lyrics right now: not sure tbh

summer or winter?:Winter

day or night?:Day

dark, milk, or white chocolate?: Milk

favorite month?: uhh...december I guess?

what is your zodiac sign: ;)

who was the last person you cried in front of?: I guess my Granny

#Anonymous

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Globe, September 14

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Jeffrey Epstein madam Ghislaine Maxwell squeals to save herself

Page 2: Up Front & Personal -- Chris Pratt, Kylie Jenner out in West Hollywood, Ben Stein at an L.A. gas station

Page 3: Bai Ling dressed up as Charlie Chaplin, Zoe Saldana hits the beach in Malibu, Justin Bieber stares at his phone while riding an electric bike

Page 4: Frank Whaley says Jon Voight slapped him on the set of Ray Donavan and a photographer captured the moment, still grieving over her son Benjamin Keough’s suicide Lisa Marie Presley is begging her daughter Riley Keough to give her a grandson named Ben and she believes a new baby will fill up the hole in her life and Riley who is also shattered over losing brother Ben is on board

Page 5: Battered and bruised Ireland Baldwin says she was the victim of a brutal mugging and shared her harrowing story and shocking photo on social media, Drew Barrymore has urged her friends to party and drag her corpse around town after she’s dead

Page 6: Cash-strapped Prince Harry could become a megarich cannabis king if he takes a billionaire’s bombshell offer to turn his new California estate into a money-printing pot farm

Page 7: Pampered Prince Harry and his wild-spending wife Meghan Markle whine about getting shoddy treatment but they don’t mention the $4.5 million windfall in handouts and gifts they received from family and friends and fans

Page 8: Holy-roller Jerry Falwell Jr. is tangled in a sleazy scandal with claims his wife Becki Falwell carried on a kinky seven-year affair with a hunky pool boy more than half her age while Jerry watched their sex sessions

Page 10: Seven scandals that rocked Miss America -- Bette Cooper 1937, Bess Myerson 1945, Yolande Betbeze 1951, Gretchen Carlson 1989

Page 11: Vanessa Williams 1984, Mallory Hagan 2013, Ramsey Carpenter-Bearse 2015

Page 12: Celebrity Buzz -- Cuba Gooding Jr. makes a statement at a pretrial hearing (picture), John Mayer engaged in a throuple with Scheana Shay and Stacie Adams after breaking up with Jennifer Aniston, Ashley Tisdale had her breast implants removed, Dax Shepard’s motorcycle accident, Ty Burrell is producing a new series starring Sarah Hyland called Yours Mine & Paul’s

Page 13: Abby Lee Miller in a wheelchair wearing a mask (picture), Cody Simpson at the beach (picture), Kelly Osbourne has come clean about her newly svelte figure admitting her astonishing 85-pound weight drop started after going under the knife for the gastric sleeve just like her mom Sharon Osbourne who lost 100 pounds after getting a gastric band in 1999

Page 14: Olivia Munn is not staying mum about sex with an ex claiming her worst tussles were with a closeted gay boyfriend who she doesn’t name, Pete Davidson is stepping into a starring role in American Sole a comedy flick set in the crazy world of after-market sneaker sales, Fashion Verdict -- Heidi Klum 1/10, Mandy Moore 8/10, Joy Bauer 4/10, Kendall Jenner 5/10

Page 16: Simon Cowell’s miraculous recovery after breaking his back in a horrific electric-bike accident has his astonished pals dubbing him the Terminator, Keanu Reeves’ role that got away -- he yearned to be muscled X-Men antihero Wolverine played by Hugh Jackman

Page 17: Despite having his death sentence axed murderous monster Scott Peterson is steaming mad at the California Supreme Court because it also ruled to keep the ice-hearted killer caged for life for the savage slaughter of his pregnant wife Laci Peterson and their unborn baby, Elton John’s wife Renate Blauel overdosed on pain pills three days into their St. Tropez honeymoon in 1984 after Elton told his brand-new bride their marriage wasn’t working -- Renate is suing Elton for nearly $4 million because she insists he broke the terms of their divorce agreement by revealing details about their relationship in his dishy book Me and the biopic Rocketman

Page 19: 10 Things You Don’t Know About Trevor Noah, Jean Trebek the wife of Jeopardy! host Alex Trebek says she suspected something was off with her husband even before his stage IV pancreatic cancer diagnosis, Russell Crowe confessed his Hollywood career had a rocky start until Sharon Stone gave him his big break in The Quick and the Dead

Page 20: True Crime

Page 24: Cover Story -- Ghislaine Maxwell the jailed mistress of Jeffrey Epstein is spilling her guts to federal prosecutors

Page 26: Health Report

Page 30: American Pie cradle-robber Don McLean plans to mark his 75th birthday by popping the question to his Playboy model girlfriend Paris Dylan who is 26, Britney Spears’ dad Jamie Spears has been her legal guardian since her public breakdown 12 years ago and a court recently refused to dump him from the job

Page 38: Real Life

Page 40: Wendy Williams is reeling from a double-whammy heartbreak after being kicked to the curb by two beaus in just one year, David Beckham admits he uses wife Victoria Beckham’s line of makeup and other beauty products

Page 44: Straight Talk -- Anyone who hooks up with Miley Cyrus is either a glutton for punishment or an idiot and that includes guys and gals

Page 45: Angelina Jolie locks herself in a spooky chamber of horrors before emerging to wage war against ex Brad Pitt in their ugly custody battle -- Angie’s deeply rooted in the spiritual side of things with a bit of magic and voodoo thrown in

Page 47: Hollywood Flashback -- Peter Weller in 1987′s RoboCop, Bizarre But True

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Small July Wins

1 - atikah and racheel came over, oa webinar (rheumatology), duolingo (DL)

2 - they ended up sleeping over, DL, "attended" pak Kus' webinar just becausee hes my skripsi advisor

3 - a page of padi cbt, idai webinar (respiratory disease in covid era), DL

4 - ran 3 laps in my house complex (afterwards my heart was pounding against my chest), hopecardis webinar (arrythmia), DL

5 - 1 ma article (moluskum kontagiosum), perkani webinar (congenital heart disease), DL

6 - DL, idai webinar (pregnancy and newborn stuff in covid era), put sheet mask on lol i neglect my face a lot lately

7 - accompanied juan with mom to perbanas institute for sbmptn, while waiting we went to lucky cat and imeri to get apd, picked up juan, went to social pot (kokas) afterwards, DL. Lucky cat was empty, the vibes of a cafe felt new to me (it surely has been a while). I felt super refreshed. Did some writing for ma article there. Tried salmon and black olive spaghetti, caesar salad, mom drank piccolo. The spaghetti kinda tasted like mi telor but with salmon lol. Talked and laughed plenty with mom :) i rarely talk with her nowadays. Im glad the awkwardness melted away

8 - videocalled with apa salahku for gaby's birthday, zoom for school prep (covid safety stuff), a bit of cbt padi, DL

9 - negative rapid test alhamdulillah, fk digital (kejang anak), cbt padi, DL

10 - some exercise, talked with shiko on zoom, DL, aand since i started padi CBT i finished 2 tryouts (150 questions). It’s not a lot but Im proud of myself :)

11 - went to tj duren with ara, but while we wait the n95 seller we went to citraland, tried fried salmon roll at shigeru, ended up meeting the guy at cl, afterwards we got pisang goreng madu bu nanik, went to rodalink pesanggrahan, ended up getting seirockya at puri, and then i dropped ara off at tj duren. Theeen i went to devis place to hang out and sleepover. Lots of foods. Delicious "lava cake" made from instant brownie mix. Played werewolf. In the morning i managed to finish the pre and post tests in OCI Covid. Happy tummy and laughter :) i hope i can be more productive after this

12 - DL (thank god i freezed streak for weekend because i completely forgout about it yesterday), during sleepover @ devi’s we watched love for sale, a copy of my mind, and love for sale 2. The frustration is real bruh we rly wanted to know more about Arini. Did UKDMA (2 attempts, score: 24, 58), wrote 1 MA article, sorted my downloads folder a bit. After ‘wasting’ (happy times is never a wasted time but still, there’s stuff to do) my time yesterday i felt more urge to do something useful

13 - actually started my day with DL and padi cbt wow (brain still fresh from sleep), CBD about BPPV with dr Widayat. Since ive experienced one before i asked and asked and asked lmaooo. Packed up some of the stuff for tomorrow, hoping to not forget things. Read the journal for litrev before bed

14 - DL, first day of school after a while -- turns out weight distribution is key to avoid sore butt LOL. You kinda have to also support your body weight on your feet. Theres no sore butt at all during my 50 mins trip (amazing feat if you ask me). Went to poli rhinologi (DPJP: dr niken) she kindly gave me a patient to examine, and casually told me to put anterior tampon. I, who have never attempted it, was holding back my fear of trying something new lol. Alhamdulillah, i can somehow do it (even though one tampon fell, tiffany paboooo). The ppds kindly explained stuff to me and i feel like i shamelessly ask nowadays. Like it would be a waste not to ask something. Next was CBD @ Ara’s, we ate Ayam Bakar Mas Walid. Liqo with kak Kartika.

15 - DL, did litrev in the morning bcs i fell asleep lmaoo, tweaked tumblr a bit (i like low contrast the most), fell asleep while watching larynx anatomy video until 1:30 pm yalll i missed half of cbd. Tried to read stuff for poli larfar tomorrow.

16 - DL, ppds i met today lives in poris and worked at puskesmas kalideres lmaoo. Had a bit of headache and gassy stomach that felt better after sleeping and eating. thank god i was picked up by mom and theres food and stuff. i guess the difference of being at home and kosan is that you kinda remember more who youre fighting for. my mind felt healthy-ish lately, of some sort. but the headache made me sluggish

17 - DL, nevermind about the healthy mind part lmaoo

18 - DL, physical activity, padi cbt (after 200 questions i was today years old when i realized there were answer keys on telegram 👁️👄👁️), read optima tht batch 1 2020. Watched khs playing chess blindfolded against try guys and then i was purely amazed by what the human brain can do. It somehow motivated me to study lol

19 - DL, finished optima pem tht batch 1 2020, made 1 cbd ppt, webinar "holistic skin rejuvenation", free mindset tryout

20 - DL, haven’t got minicex but at least im trying to stay hopeful!1!, read the notes from today’s cbd since i basically only heard the whole thing on my motorbike like a podcast, did nasal irrigation n took a slow release vit c

21 - started the day with some stretches and squats, trying to drink more water!!, listened to kak dela's tips for ukmmpd from mindset, DL, read a bit abt epistaxis, the clear wallet i ordered from china finally arrived, edited 1 buku pld article

22 - was in poli onko this morning w ara, a patients consciousness was decreasing so code blue was activated. Finished poli at 1 am. It's been awhile since I last saw emergency situations. Went to maison weiner, ate almond croissant there and bought chocolate sourdough and chicken pie. Despite not getting minicex, the road home was not hot, the sun hidden away. The wind is breezing, podcast is on, talking about mindfulness. Todays quite a good day. Im healthy, insyaAllah. I hope my family will also stay healthy. Woke up at 11ish pm, DL, made my ppt for lcbe exam ((tomorrow)) til 1 am

23 - DL, lcbe exam with dr arie (turns out he picked epistaxis over sinonasal tumour), met up with racheel devi silvi at mcd and jco. Hojicha oreo mcflurry tasted good. Got lost on the way to racheels house lmaoo. She flies to malang tomorrow. Can i wish for life to stay simple and happy forever?

24 - DL, originally meant to be a minicex session turned out to be story time by dr Ezzy, she told us about cases that she managed, one of them is putting on tracheostomy for a baby with Moebius syndrome that went viral on twitter. We didnt even present our case and she only asked us for the scoring form. Thank you doc our lifesaver :”” after trying so hard for minicex the last 2 days turns out maybe its fated so we can meet and be inspired dr Ezzy. Mom picked me and we went to Maison Weiner before going home. Passed out from 6pm until the morning lmao

25 - a bit of exercise, DL, tried kemonyu.id mentai from duta garden, i’ve had better mentai than it but at least its on promo. it uses butter rice so that’s something new to me. rapat nemo to decide dates

26 - DL, liqo with kak Kartika about things you can do in Dzulhijjah, A2, started reading optima pem dv batch 1 2020

27 - DL, round was cancelled bcs no patient, lazed around and slept and lazed, continued reading pem dv optima, did like a half of 1 pamela reif video and my HR soared in 2 mins lmaoo

28 - DL, finally mustered the will to finish DS etika profesi, finished reading optima pem dv batch 1 2020, 2A, did 1 pamela reif video (titled 10 mins calorie burn that wont kill u), read a bit of my dv notes

29 - DL, ppds at poli were so kind!, ate shabu2 by mom and basically fell asleep

30 - DL, made ppt PKL, alhamdulillah PKL went ok with dr ika

31 - watched annabelle comes home and suicide squad with keisha karin juan, DL, relatives came to our place, ara also came for a sleepover and after i picked her up we went to dajens place lmaoo they set up bbq

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Fame goes vegan ~ Hobnob

A/N: The other night i was watching countryfile and a segment about vegan cooking came on. I was disgusted, i turned off the telly. My mum asked me what was wrong and i just shook my head because I don’t like the vegan lifestyle. They make me feel sick. However, i like to consider myself a non judgemental person. I thought about what i did and decided to write a fic about the vegans to better understand them.

I really hope you enjoy and i also hope you read this during bake off because it’s on tonight and I’m making an apple crumble for my big brother. ~ Hobnob

Pee ess: this is a continuation of my critically acclaimed novel, more than meats the pie. If you want sweet gooey context go read that first.

Miss Fame felt rumblies in her tummy, and that only meant one thing. Time for some good eats!

The possibilities were endless. She thought about Maccies, nandos, even a subway. Alas there was only one food branch that would fill the gaping void in her gut. Greggs.

She nodded to herself and made her way out of her bungalow, all 3 chickens following behind her.

“Time for us to grab a bite to eat.” Fame said elegantly, re-applying a roll of industrial duck tape around her forehead.

Dobbin, the mentally challenged chicken clucked in agreement. Fame loved her chickens.

Once they got to Greggs fame posed in excitement. What would she get today? A yum yum? A steak bake? Prehaps even a slice of za.

She entered promptly and behind the counter was of corse Sharon Needles herself, making scary faces at babies as they cried.

Fame was the store manager of Greggs, and Sharon was a pretty shit employee, but she got the job done.

“I’ll have a…”

Fame looked over the various options like a nonce in a playpark. Mmmh.

“Wait, whats this one?” Fame pointed with a contoured finger, arching an already arched brow.

“I call that the spooky pot pie!” Sharon retorted, jumping at the sound of her own voice. “I’ll give you it for a quid h0h hOh!”

Fame tried to furrow her brow but damn botox got her every time. She looked over to her chickens. Big Dave was looking into her eyes with wonder. Fame had never been surer of anything in her life.

“I’ll take it 4 free I’m store manager” Fame bckawed, smashing through the counter to grab the pie herself.

Once she clasped the savoury treat in her hands, she pecked at it, savouring the crumbs as they dropped down her oesophagus wetly.

“Ah mm” Fame said, arching her brows a little more somehow. “Wott are these made of?”

Sharon looked to the distance in consideration. “Used needles, crushed up Alaska, soap…”

“Ah” Fame nodded, taking another peck.

“Oh and chicken.”

Fame froze.

She dropped the pie and looked down to her hands. They were shaking.

What had she done.

She fell to her knees and let out a roaring screech. Her chickens all looked disappointed as they left the Greggs, shaking their heads. Fame would never see them again.

Dobbin…Lidl…Big dave…She had failed them all. Her attention turned to Sharon.

“YOU. YOU DID THIS.” She said angrily whilst maintaining the same facial expression throughout. The light of the Greggs bakery flickered as all of the customers looked on in horror.

“Don’t blame this on me, you shouldn’t eat anything from here we don’t own ovens”

“get out”

Sharon left hanging her head, red tears running down her cheek as she cried softly into a cheese and onion pastie.

Fame needed to make sure this would never happen again, that she would never loose another chicken as long as she lived.

Fame needed…to go vegan.

Busting out her nokia Fame looked through her contacts. She needed to assemble a group the likes of which the world had never seen.

Then she saw her. Of corse. A fellow vegan to help her plight. She began to text.

Fame: Courtney act i need your help.

Courtney: I’m touring atm mate can you fuck off

Fame: no Courtney the people need to stop eating animal based products

Courtney: It’s true. For too long Ive sat by and watched Willam eat pork

Fame: Contact every vegetarian you know

Fame: We need to stop the issue at it’s source

Courtney: what

Fame: we need to…kill rupaul

Courtney: k ill get adore on the phone

Yes, it made perfect sense. Rupaul gave Stacy Layne Matthews that bucket of chicken, she used cow milk for her chocolate bar, she even made an entire mini challenge dedicated to eating chicken.

Rupaul had often rubbed Fame the wrong way. How she constantly remarked about her head, how she sent her home after a stellar performance. Absolute slag.

She would have to be an example to the world to show the consequences of eating meat.

Fame felt her phone buzz and glanced towards her screen.

Courtney: Aight all done meet us outside wow presents in manchester

Fame: Thanks you aussie bastard

Courtney: If we can save even one animal with no quality of life from death so it can go on living life with little to no self awareness, its all worth it.

She threw her phone out the window as it landed on little John from down the road. Everything was coming together nicely. It wouldn’t be long now.

Soon…

Getting to the Logo TV building in Manchester was hard. She had to take the London underground with Alexis Michelle who kept trying to make subwayfish happen.

The room was less than glamorous and smelt like curry, but she could work with this.

Fame tapped the microphone as she looked over the sea of faces. She recognised most of them. Fuck they were ugly.

She cleared her throat but accidentally made a clucking noise.

“I presume you know why i gathered you all here today.” She began.

“Meat is murder!” Alaska yelled.

“Hoooooneeeeeyy is an animal based product!!” Trixie screeched.

“Fame should i be at work?” Sharon queried.

Fame rubbed her contoured temple. This was an absolute shitshow.

“Alright we need to kill Rupaul on live television. Does anyone have any ideas?”

Everyone scratched their stubble and thunk for a moment. It would be no easy task after all.

“I HAVE AN IDEA” Bianca spoke, raising her pitchfork.

“Yes Bianca what it it?”

“LETS SLASH HER FUCKING NECK.”

“Thats a start Bianca.” Fame nodded, scribbling it down in her notebook. She didn’t know how to read or write but it made her look professional. “Anything else?”

“Lets cover her in pigs blood and gasoline then light her on fire!!” Adore added.

“Jesus christ Adore alright” Fame said, jotting down the graphic notes.

“We should give her the wrong dosage of paracetamol and wait for her to die of kidney failure over the course of 5 months!!” Trixie added.

“You know what lets go with Adores” Fame concluded. It was settled, they would pour blood over mawma Rupe then light her on fire. The plan was almost complete except for one thing.

“Everyone here but me is busted I’ll paint all of you personally” Fame said elegantly as a few party poppers went off. Everyone looked well exited. Trixie began to sob tears of pure joy!!

“Before we begin, let it be known. THE REVOLUTION WILL BE TELEVISED!!” Fame screeched, raising a fist into the air. Everyone did the same, chanting her name in unison.

She let out a tear for a brief moment remembering her lost chickens, then sucked it back in so she wouldn’t look bustid.

Everything was falling into place.

20 hours later and everyone in the room was painted by Fame. No exceptions. They were like this hive mind with the same goal, trampling everything in their path.

The group of vegans and vegetarians made their way to the studio of Drag Race which happened to be in Yorkshire. Courtney jogged behind with a big bucket of pigs blood.

“Say Courtney…” Fame began “How did you acquire that pigs blood?”

“It’s Willams he unfollowed me on twitter”

“Oh”

Soon enough, there they were, stood outside the studio. A bouncer walked up to them with an angry expression.

Wait…that face…

Jujubee.

“I know why you’re here ladies.” She said, producing a piece of fried chicken from her pocket and taking a biiiig munch. Fame clenched her fists.

“Out of our way juju, we have no quarrel with you.” They all said in unison, expression unchanging.

“You managed to paint everyone…Did they accept willingly?” Juju said, turning her head to the real Fame.

“Or did you just not tell them the second you painted them, they would be mindless zombies under your control.”

Fame pulled a knife out of her contoured titty’s. “They didn’t need to know that. It’s better this way.” They approached each other slowly. One of them wouldn’t make it out alive, and it sure as shit wouldn’t be Fame.

“This is bigger than you and me jujubee. You know it’s true. Eating meat is…sick.”

“Well unfortunately for you, i love long walks on the beach, big dicks…and fried chicken.”

That was the last straw. Fame lunged at her, but ended up crashing into the wall. The cult joined in, throwing themselves at juju.

Juju was fast, dodging and ducking whilst continuing to eat fried chicken. She even managed to take out Alaska with a mighty blow. Courtney sobbed over her mangled body.

“You know me Fame, we don’t have to do this, just turn back!” They were head to head now, both brandishing knives.

“Like fuck i will you little shit!” She menaced, managing to graze juju’s face with her knife. She recoiled in pain and grasped at her bleeding wound. They both paused for a moment.

“You know this piece of chicken right here?” Juju began, taking out a new piece. Fame held back the tears. “What was his name…hmmm. Big dave?”

“B-big dave…” Fame froze in shook, though her expression was still basically the same.

“And this one…” Juju said taking out another fried piece, “Ah yes…Dobbin!”

Fame couldn’t take it anymore. She covered her ears and began to sob, curling up into a ball on the floor.

“Pathetic.” Juju sneered, spitting on the floor next to her.

Then her expression dropped. Juju was…coughing up blood? Spluttering she collapsed to the ground with a large pitchfork sticking out of her back. She’d been impaled by Bianca!

“Not today satan…” Bianca said stoically through heavy breathing. “Not today…”

Fame got up and gave Bianca a Scooby snack. She turned back around to see the group, most in tatters and lying on the floor.

“DO YOU SEE WHAT THEY WANT TO DO TO US.” Fame yelled, gesturing towards the door. “IF THEY DO NOT PERISH, WE WILL.”

The feint sound of runway music filled the air. Season 9 was in session. The pounding baseline mimicked their heartbeats. She could hear Ru’s cackle as she shamelessly plugged her products like the rat she was.

“NOW I DONT KNOW ABOUT YOU…BUT IM READY TO COMMIT MURDER ON LIVE TELEVISION!”

Spirits were back up, though they were never really down to begin with. Everyone was brainwashed and incapable of any consciousnesses beyond the realm of completing their primary directive.

“TO BATTLE!!!” Fame screeched as everyone joined in. She busted down the door and sure enough all the season 9 queens stood around the runway. Christ they were ugly.

“Hello Fame!” Alexis Michelle yelled, waving her hand.

“Not now Alexis fuck off.” She said Signalling everyone to halt for a moment. Then she spotted her. Rupaul. Fame went positively red under her foundation as her fists shook in fury.

“Fame?” Rupaul said, only slightly surprised rolling her neck a couple of times. “We didn’t schedule a previous queen redemption arc…Michelle pass us the script.”

“I can’t we used it for the paper mache challenge. Bob Ross was the guess judge.”

“SILENCE.” Fame vouged, kicking michelle visage off her chair. “Your days of killing innocent animals is over Rupaul!!”

Ru gasped, looking towards the crowd of angry vegetarians that all looked like Fame. “You can try…but first you’ll have to get past my girls!” Rupaul said elegantly, gesturing over to the stage of season 9 queens.

“Why? You treat us like shit!” Shea piped up.

“You gave me a villain edit!!” Aja added.

“You eliminated Cynthia!” Sasha yelled.

Everyone shook their heads and went to the interior illusions lounge to enjoy an absolute cocktail, exept for Charlie who coughed up some dust and stayed in the same place.

“Shit, come back ladies! Stop listening to your inner saboteurs!” Ru cried in desperation. “Michelle, bring back my girls!!”

Michelle got up off the floor, which was no easy feat due to the weight of her breasts. “I’ve got my nieces piano recital in ten gtg.”

“Wait, don’t leave me here!”

But it was too late. Ru was alone in a room full of pissed off vegans and vegetarians.

“Oh how the tables have turned…” Fame began, taking the bucket of blood from Courtney.

Ru took a long homosexual breath and looked down. Her days had been numbered. If only she had taken an alternative lifestyle.

“Ladies, before i die let me ask you this.” She said, a slight hitch in her voice. Fame was getting pissed, things were getting well off track.

“We’re all just looking for a meal to fill the void in our guts, and the presence of lesser lifeforms will always ensure we partake of the flesh. We were given dominion over God’s creatures. They are ours to enjoy in this cruel joke that is existence. Pain is only momentary in contrast to the eternity of death, and if the blood of animals must be shed for our pleasure, so be it. After all, What is man if not the harbinger of chaos?”

Fame leaned in. “Thats just the thing. We are not man.”

There was a long pause as the room went deathly quiet.

“We are queens.”

In a quick sweeping motion the bucket of blood was poured over Ru, who was mildly aggravated by this turn of events.

“Quick Adore knock us the lighter!”

Adore stopped chonging her weed and threw the lighter half way across the room, straight into Fames contoured palm. She flipped the cap and lit it up, putting it against Rupaul’s wig.

She lit up like a torch, blazing like a fallen goddess. Ru reached out a hand in her agony, but nobody was there to hold it.

“Alriiight we did it right on.” Fame nodded, looking over to Courtney.

“What now?” Courtney asked, clutching Alaska’s bloody dead body in her arms.

“Uh.” Fame looked over to a crisp Rupaul and shrugged. “I’m not sure. In hindsight this is all extremely illegal.”

“Does being vegetarian say anything about eating human?” Trixie asked.

Fame got out her vegetarian handbook and flipped through the pages. “It’s ambiguous.” she concluded, tucking the book back beneath her wig.

Courtney took out a carving knife, slicing into the crispy Rupaul and popping a chunk into her mouth.

“As they say in Australia, ‘This human flesh is cooked perfectly, everyone gather round.’”

And so they all joined together, laughing and telling stories of seasons past.

Fame had done it, and on live telly too. That was pretty good. Reddit would go mental.

Five weeks later she got on Countryfile and did a segment about vegan cooking and proper animal care.

Fin~

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