#(only sweet and sour though like....i wish this was dill)
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frogluv123 replied to your post “anyone know of any good ways to eat a grapefruit? i know of sugaring...”
personally I like to sugar mine but you could also put it in a salad w/ vinaigrette (how do people spell that) dressing and t would be mega tasty!
ohh worm.........yknow there is some catalina dressing rn and like. that’s sweet....innovation
#frogluv123#i think that's how it's spelled....#man i Heart a vinaigrette....s/o to this one shop near where i went to school w just balsamic vinaigrette on Tap#i'd get that sample cup and knock back a shot#give me that acid!!!! sometimes i'm just like ah. pickle juice time#(only sweet and sour though like....i wish this was dill)#give me the keen sting of vinegar. awaken the senses#i'd make a vinaigrette myself but...don' think there's olive oil. or like...an emulsifier. i don't know that garlic powder would do the tric#k lol#plus no honey which is easier than sugar....
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characters: Pickles the Drummer x Reader
length: 1700+ words
listen this is really self indulgent but pickles’ back story hits me on a personal level. tried to phrase the mom self in a way that even someone with a good mom could see themselves in the reader but s/o to bitches who’s moms stress them out, we see you
You sighed, holding your own hand and staring up at the night sky, sat on top of Mordhaus. About three months into your employment, you had found the perfect place for lunch breaks, sneaking out with a joint mid-shift, anything. Up the emergency ladder, around the smokestacks, and over a large generator, there was a tiny balcony that no one seemed to know about and it was one of your favorite spots on the whole ship. And tonight, you needed it for the clarity it gave you.
Nails bitten to the quick, you had spent a couple of hours pacing in your bedroom before making your way up here to sit in the peace and quiet and really just be alone.
“Doode, what ahre you doin’ up ‘ere?” Your eyes closed. Of course.
It’s not that you would normally mind Pickles for company. In fact, quite the opposite. Something about the drummer drew you to him and between his chill demeanor and frequent offers of hits off his joint, he was typically your favorite band member. But tonight, any company felt like more energy than you had to spend.
But it was your job to spend energy entertaining, safeguarding, and checking on Dethklok so you fixed your face into a neutral expression and replied, “I like to come up here when I need some fresh air.”
Pickles swung himself over the generator with ease and plopped down next to you, both of you sticking your legs through the wide gaps under the balcony fencing and letting them hang down. “Oh yeah, me tooh.” As usual, the drummer brought with him the stale scent of alcohol and sweat, as well as the very pungent smell of fresh weed. “You know me, I like to be high.” Pickles chuckled at his own joke as you watched him pull a silver cigarette case from his back pocket but his laughter died on his lips when he met your gaze. “Sam’thin’ wrong?”
Your head tilted as you looked over yourself in your mind’s eye. “What do you mean?”
Slowly, Pickles raised a calloused thumb to your cheek and you felt him wipe away some wetness. Fuck. You hadn’t cried much and the cool night air had dried most of the tears as Mordhaus chugged forward but apparently, there was enough evidence left for him to find.
“Yah knoow,” Pickles started, his eyes trained on his hand instead of meeting your own, “I’m naht really one for… talkin’ about feelin’s and shit. But ah, uh, I can listen?” His eyes were a deep, comforting shade of green, something you noticed when they finally met yours, his pierced eyebrows raising as he ended with a question.
Your heart softened and you smiled softly, prompting a lopsided smirk from the drummer as he finally dropped his hand. He fiddled with the cigarette case in his lap until he produced a blunt and held it out for you. “So whaht’s goin’ on?”
Taking the blunt from him and then the offered lighter- a zippo with a dill pickle carved on the side-, you lit up and took a long drag before passing both back to him. The paper crackled next to you with his inhale and you stared at the sky again, breathing your hit out like a cloud in front of you.
“My mom called.” No longer a happy notification to receive, the information turned your stomach. Ever since you had gone against her wishes and applied for the stressful, dangerous, terrifying job of being a managerial coordinator for the band Dethklok, she had turned into someone you could hardly recognize. Cold, petty, always passively asking for money and aggressively telling you how little you must care about her since you were always too busy to call her when she was free (not when you were, though. She was a busy woman and she couldn’t wait around all day just for a call). You assumed she was angry you hadn’t listened to her and was even angier that you didn’t volunteer those, frankly, sweet as hell Dethklok paychecks to appease her.
You glanced out of the corner of your eye to see Pickles make a sour face, his cheeks puffed with weed smoke. Releasing his hit with a cough, he passed the blunt and nodded. “I know that feelin’. When my mam’ calls, I send it straight tah’ voicemail.”
“Maybe I need to start doing that,” you mused quietly. Puff and pass, you moved your gaze down to watch the traffic passing on the various highways around the house.
“That bad?” Pickles asked, holding onto the blunt for a minute as he tried to fix a run in the burn. You didn’t mind, your high creeping up and the wad of anxiety in your stomach loosening.
Turning your answer over in your mind a few times, you finally spoke when you realized you had been quiet for an embarrassingly long time. “She’s just different now. I feel like she’s not the same person I knew growing up and the person she is now… I don’t know if it’s a person I like.” You had wondered a few times if she was destined to become this woman but when memories resurfaced, you felt as though your current feelings tainted them and you weren’t sure what the truth was. “I just- I don’t know. Do you ever feel like your family would like you so much more if you just shut up and gave them all your spare cash?”
This time, Pickles was the one who was silent for what seemed like a long time and when you finally looked up, you were surprised to see he had completely disassembled the blunt and was rolling a joint with the leftover weed on one side of the open cigarette case. It was balanced carefully on his thigh- full of a few dime bags of ground weed and spare rolling papers- but his face was angled towards you. “Uh, yeah. That’s all I feel when it comes to my family.” Bringing the joint up to his lips, he gave you a curious look, furrowing his brow. “Cahn I ask you sam’thin’?”
You nodded.
“Is yuhr mam’ hasslin’ you for money?” Lighting up with a couple of puffs, he passed the joint to you and leaned back on his palms.
That was the long and short of it from as far as you could tell, you mused. You took a deep hit, studying Pickles as you nodded again. Your high was hitting you and suddenly, the terse phone call that had been weighing on you seemed much less important than the physique of the drummer next to you. Long, deep red dreads flowed in the light evening breeze, drawing your eyes down his neck and shoulders. Almost always in a dark tank top, his muscular shoulders and arms stole the show, lithe and wirey from years of being a professional musician. God, he was hot. Sure, he was more than a little older than you, and balding just a little, and maybe unable to be sober for longer than a half hour without complaining. But otherwise, very hot. Your gaze fell to his hands, fingers with blunt nails spread to support himself, and the backs of his palms flexed with large veins.
You were only moments away from poking one when his voice broke your concentration. “Like whaht yah see?” Looking back to his face, Pickles’ smirk was now a full blown grin and he wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Wanna take a picture? It’ll last longer.”
“Sorry,” you chuckled, the heat of a blush finding your cheeks as you puffed and passed the joint, “I’m kinda stoned. Your weed is always so fucking strong.”
Pickles broke out into nasally laughter and you couldn’t help giggling yourself in response. “That’s why I get it, only the good shit,” he replied, still chuckling. He puffed then snuffed the joint and tucked it behind his ear for safekeeping as he sat up.
Unable to get a handle on the stoned laughter coming out of you, your giggle fit continued and you leaned over, resting your forehead on his shoulder. You put a hand over your mouth as you tried to relax. Pickles shifted under you, letting your head find his collarbone as he wrapped his arm around your waist. He seemed to freeze like that and if you had been sober, you probably would’ve stayed that way, savoring the feeling of closeness with your celebrity crush in such a private moment. There were over a million Dethklok fans who would kill or die for this to happen to them.
But you were high as fuck and didn’t like how stiff the embrace felt. You shifted yourself to lean more comfortably against him without realizing it, until his hand started to fall from your side. Instantly, you grasped his wrist and brought it back to your hip, murmuring, “You’re good.”
Pickles laughed again, squeezing you and resting his hand on your ribcage. He was so warm, you could feel his palmprint burning through the thin cotton of your sleepshirt, so close under your breast that it made you shiver. “Oh, honey, I could get you tah’ say that a hundred different ways,” he stated confidently. It made your blush burn even hotter, no matter how much you tried to ignore it. Pickles, however, cleared his throat and muttered, “Uh, not like in a sexuhal’ harassment type way, just, uh, yah know… If you were down…”
You giggled again and nodded. “I got you, I got you… I’m down.” You erupted into nervous giggles and covered your face with your hand again. Unable to believe your own gall, you were about to dismiss your words with a quick ‘I’m joking’ but Pickles moved faster, goosing your breast with a bark of laughter.
“I’ll keep thaht in mind,” he said, seemingly to himself, his hand resting once again on your torso. You couldn’t say anything, your body alight with tingles radiating from your breast and your mind slowed, so you simply nodded against him.
Quiet for a moment, you tried to settle your breathing while Pickles relit the joint and puffed in thought. Finally speaking up, he just said, “Seriously though, Y/N, I think you need to tell your mom to go fuck herself.”
#metalocalypse#pickles the drummer#pickles the drummer x reader#guys..............idk what his accent is i sat here trying to say words like him to understand where the accent hits but idk idek
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What About Us? | Part IX
NINE
Val was having cravings. Very unhealthy ones. Ones that had made her weight gain skyrocket, she felt. Good thing Harry was doing yoga with her about three times a week. It wasn’t the same level of fitness she was doing before the pregnancy, but it was exercise at least.
She wasn’t sure how she’d avoided it up until then. She’d made it through the first two trimesters with little cravings except for crushed ice to munch on, and she thought that was more from trying to cool down than anything else. Now that she was nearly thirty-one weeks along, the cravings hit her hard and they were insistent.
Usually she could curb them herself. She’d had a hankering for the most sour dill pickles she could get her hands on and coffee flavoured ice cream in large servings. Never together, because that sounded awful, but they usually coexisted together and it was up to Val and circumstance to decide which one to appeal to at any given time. On her way to the studio on the morning, she usually stopped off at Tesco and got herself one of those bagged pickles and munched on it on her way into work. There were a few too many photos that were floating around the internet of her with a half-eaten pickle in hand, juice dribbling down her hand. On her way home, she’d stop off at a Tesco closer to Harry’s and get her ice cream, since she went through a carton once every two days. It usually worked out to satisfy her for the day before Harry got home and they could eat dinner together. She’d have a bowl of ice cream closer to bed time and it would hold her over until she woke up the next morning.
No such luck this time, though.
It was nearly two in the morning and Val and Harry had had a long day. They’d finally officially moved Val into Harry’s home and out of the flat she’d been sharing with her mates. Becca and Quinn were sad to see her finally go for good, but they’d been living without seeing her for days at a time for months by now. They promised to visit when the baby was born and Val assured them she’d try to get together with them more once Harry left on tour, when she was sure to be bored out of her mind between having him gone and waiting for the baby to arrive. That seemed to satisfy everyone.
Despite the late hour and Val’s need to be up and going to get ready for work in only a couple more, she was awake, lying in bed restlessly, with the most persistent need for ice cream. Or gelato. That definitely sounded more appealing in the moment. However, she was unwilling to actually get up and do anything about it. Also, Harry would have a coronary if he found out she’d gone out in the middle of the night just to get herself some sweets. He’d been incredibly protective lately as the pregnancy got further along, and he rarely let her out of the house by herself unless she was just going to work or to catch up with friends. If there was any shopping that needed to be done or she even entertained going out at night, Harry was with her. Not that she minded, but it was sort of annoying when she just wanted to drop by the market and get some damn ice cream.
So she rustled around in the bed, huffing every so often because she couldn’t get comfortable easily anymore due to the bowling ball that was attached to her middle and because she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about gelato now that she’d let it pop into her mind. She had a feeling she wasn’t going to be able to gall back asleep before her alarm was set to go off at half four, but her body craved the sweet surrender of sleep.
However, her restlessness woke Harry, who cracked his eyes open to see her leant against the headboard, arms crossed over her chest, as she stared contemplatively down at her stomach. Harry had seen that look before.
“Do yeh want me to run to Tesco?” he asked, his voice hoarse from sleep.
Val huffed again, turning to look at him. “Yes, but no. Don’t want you to have to get up and go. Go back to sleep.”
Harry rolled his eyes and shot her a smile. He was already getting out of the bed and slipping on joggers and a t-shirt before she could protest.
“I’ll be back in twenty minutes,” Harry assured her, dropping a kiss to her forehead before trailing out of their room.
God, she loved that man.
The next morning while she was at work, she got a text from Harry. It simply read, ‘The things I do for you and the little bub.’
Attached was a Daily Mail article. When Val opened it, she could help but chuckle at the photos of Harry that popped up. They were from the early hours of the morning when he’d arrived at the market, looking beyond disheveled and bleary-eyed, hair an absolute riot. Val only skimmed over the article, because it was benign and playful joking about Val’s cravings and Harry’s acceptance to running out at two in the morning to get her her fix. Someone had asked Harry what he was doing out at half two on a Monday morning, and Harry had been quoted as saying, “My girl wants ice cream, so ice cream she’ll get.” She was sure a woman wrote the article, because there was a lot of swooning about Harry being a good boyfriend and how lovely it was that he was out at that hour to get his girl something to fulfill her wants. Val couldn’t help but agree.
After work that day, Val had a doctors appointment, so Harry came by the studio a few minutes before the end of the show, greeting her with a kiss and hugging Nick once he was off the air. Nick and Harry spent a few minutes chatting before Val and Harry had to get going to get to the medical offices on time.
Their appointment was a routine one, but Val definitely put on more weight than she had in her entire pregnancy. She’d finally gotten over the fear of ballooning with the pregnancy, and she didn’t even comment on her weight when she saw it pop up on the digital display. Harry was surprised that she didn’t say anything, but he was glad to see that she just glanced at the scale and then smiled at the nurse when she said Val could hop back off.
Val was due in another nine weeks, but Dr. Christiansen told them not to be surprised if the baby came a few weeks early because it was her first pregnancy and the baby was measuring a little large for the gestation. Harry could see Val blanch a little at the estimated weight of the baby, and he wanted to chuckle, but he thought that would be bad form in front of his pregnant girlfriend.
After the appointment, Harry and Val decided to go out to lunch. Harry chose a place where he knew Val would be able to get the best of all her cravings. Harry was able to request extra pickle spears with both their sandwiches and also a big bowl of coffee flavoured gelato after they’d finished eating. The giant grin on Val’s face as she ate was one of the best things Harry had ever seen, and he felt really good that he was the one that was able to put it there.
Wednesday of the following week, Val went out to lunch with Becca and Quinn since they all had an afternoon off together for once, leaving Harry at home with a promise that she’d be back in a few hours. Harry just smiled at her and wished her a good time from his position on the couch, watching a preseason Packer’s game that he was streaming. Val had no interest in American football, so it was a perfect time to get out of the house for a little while.
She met the girls at an Thai food place that was just on the other side of the park from where her and Harry’s home was. She was a little hesitant to eat spicy food because she was getting heartburn really easily these days, but she knew she could get milder version of the dishes if she asked. Her and Harry had been going to this place since they’d first met, and the family that owned the restaurant always greeted them like old friends.
It was no different as Val walked in there that afternoon. The dad, who was an Asian man in his late fifties, greeted her with a large smile and a small hug. His wife soon joined him, who seemed genuinely elated to see that Val was pregnant. They gushed over the baby for a few moments and asked he typical things people did when you were pregnant, and Val answered all of them with a smile on her face. She was always the most excitable about her pregnancy when the people around her were very obviously excited as well.
Becca and Quinn showed up a few minutes after she did, and they all sat to enjoy a little bit of girl time. For how much Val loved getting to spend so much time with Harry now that they were back together and he had some down time between events and the start of his tour, she sort of missed just hanging out with her best friends. So they spent their time catching up and Val informed them of Harry’s schedule and their plan for the baby’s arrival. When they pressed her for little bug’s name, Val denied them. Her and Harry had already decided on a name, just about a week before, and they were content to keep it a surprise until his birth. Both their mums had been nearly desperate for the name when Val and Harry had confirmed that they’d finally settled on one, but they had held their ground. In a time where it seemed like the entire world knew their business, it was nice to have this little piece of the pregnancy to themselves for now.
The girls stayed out for a little over an hour, until Becca had to get back to get ready for work. Val took an Uber back to the house. When she got there, there was an extra car in her driveway that looked suspiciously like her father’s. Confused, she walked into the house and called out Harry’s name, hoping he was still actually home. When there was no reply, Val felt a little bit of apprehension curl in her chest.
She trailed up the stairs, since the ground floor was very obviously devoid of life. When she got to the level where her and Harry’s bedroom was, she noticed obvious squabbling coming from behind the door directly across from it. The apprehension had now dissipated and it was replaced by complete confusion. That room was just an extra bedroom, but it was mostly full of boxes of clothes Harry had been sent from various clothing companies. About once a month, he went through it to see what he wanted to keep, and if he decided he didn’t want it for whatever reason, he’d have it dropped off at a local shelter or other donation organisation. The last time Val had been in there, there were boxes everywhere, and it definitely wasn’t habitable to anyone that wanted to visit.
When she opened the door, she had to stop herself from completely breaking down in tear-inducing laughter. A few titters did leak out, however.
Harry and Mateo were on the floor trying and failing to put together what was very obviously parts of a crib. The two men were holding different parts of the piece of furniture, looking over the direction booklet like it was written in Farsi. Her dad was in the corner of the room, wielding a drill that he was looking at like it was some sort of alien device. Val could tell the instant he hit the switch that it was going backwards, so it was no wonder her couldn’t get the screws in the dresser he was trying to assemble to go in.
Plainly speaking, they were a mess.
“What are you lot doing?” Val asked when it was apparent they hadn’t noticed her arrival.
All three heads snapped in her direction, all looking like deer caught in headlights. Val giggled some more.
“Why are yeh back?” Harry asked, looking a little panicked.
“I was gone for an hour and half, Harry. Lunch isn’t an all day affair.”
“We haven’t gotten anything done in an hour and half?” Mateo asked, looking at the various pieces scattered around the floor.
“Apparently. Dad, you’ve got the drill set the wrong way. Flip that little switch on the side. Should work out better.”
Rick blushed when he saw that he had the drill on the wrong setting, and quietly went about assembling the dresser now that he could do it correctly.
“Harry, help me sit.”
“Why are yeh sitting?” Harry asked, though he did as she asked. He helped her settle onto the floor with her back propped against the closet door.
“Because I’m gonna read the directions and tell you how to put the crib together, since you are obviously havin’ a rough go of it on your own.”
With Val’s direction and her dad now using the power tool correctly, they got the furniture assembled—including the crib, dresser, changing table, and rocking chair—in just over an hour. The definitely would’ve been an all day project for them if Val hadn’t stepped in. While Val and her mum were already too far into relationships to back out now, God bless the woman that ended up with Mateo. They’d need all the help they could get.
The rest of the month seemed to fly by in a blink. After they’d gotten the furniture set up, Harry had hired someone to paint and finish decorating the new nursery. Val had assured him her nesting urges were satisfied by bossing the around for that afternoon and witnessing all the furniture successfully get put together, so she had no problem with a professional doing the rest.
Harry and Nick had somehow gotten BBC to agree to a special featuring the two of them doing some random things around Manchester, and then an interview and performances. So they took off to Manchester for a weekend, and Val stayed with Anne, catching up and making plans for Anne to come to London to help with the baby once he was born. The second day of filming, they met with the boys at a studio and watched the interview and Harry’s performances. Little bub was very excitable as Harry sang, a normal occurrence these days as his hearing got better and better. Harry would spend a lot of their down time together talking to their son and singing, and he would go crazy in Val’s stomach. He was running out of room in there, but he didn’t seem deterred.
Val reached over and grabbed Anne’s hand to press it to where he was dancing around. Anne’s answering smile was the biggest Val had seen it in a long time.
Val was also at the point in her pregnancy when she had to visit her doctor for a check every week. The baby was measuring on the large side, so they were taking it from appointment to appointment now, anticipating Val going into labour at any point. Because Harry was more busy now that they were less than a month out from the beginning of his tour, Julia was attending appointments with Val when Harry couldn’t. Dr. Christiansen whipped out the sonogram the first appointment that Julia came to so she could see the baby on screen as opposed to the photos Val had been supplying her with throughout the pregnancy.
Val and Harry had decided they didn’t want to have a baby shower just because it would be an entire event that neither of them really saw a point in having. Most people had baby showers so that other people could contribute to supplies for the baby, but they didn’t really need that. Their mothers insisted that they do something though, so they agreed to go to brunch with their closest family and friends the first weekend in September.
Nick, who took his role as godfather very seriously, arranged the whole thing at a cafe that was large enough to cater to the people they were inviting. Pretty much all Val and Harry had to do was approve the guest list, and then get ready and show up on the day of the gathering. Their immediate families were already there when they arrived, and Becca and Quinn were also there helping organise things under Nick’s instruction. Within half an hour, everyone who had agreed to show up were there.
Becca and Quinn looked a little starstruck at all the famous faces milling about. James, Jules, Ben, Meredith, Jeff, Glenne, and Niall were all there to celebrate the soon-to-be parents. Val’s friends had never really been exposed to this part of her life up until this point, even though these people had been in her life since she was a teenager. These two parts of her life never really mingled, and they’d only really ever become acquainted with Harry, so she could definitely see how it was a bit strange for them.
Both Harry and Val were really glad that Niall could make it that day. Louis was in LA at the moment and Liam had his own baby to deal with, so they were unable to attend, but Niall came bearing gifts from both of the other lads. Val had a really good relationship with Harry’s old bandmates, and they still chatted from time to time when they could get a moment. She’d missed Niall the most, though, seeing as they had been the closest. He lived nearby when they were still in One Direction, so they’d spend time together pretty frequently. Luckily, he was smack dab in between tour dates, with his last in London a couple nights before and his next in Sweden in a day’s time, so he was just able to squeeze in an extra day in the city.
“Another one bites the dust,” Niall joked when Anne asked him how he felt about all his bandmates having babies. “Better them than me.”
Val smacked at his arm in faux offense. “Don’t pretend you don’t like kids.”
“Love ‘em when I can give ‘em back to the parents.”
“You’ll be singin’ a different tune when its your own,” Anne promised him.
“Yeah, then I’ll want to pawn ‘em off on everyone else.”
“You’re actually terrible,” Harry chuckled.
“That’s why I leave the parentin’ to all of you,” Niall shrugged. “I’m content just bein’ the cool uncle.”
The rest of the day went off without a hitch. Brunch was served along with mimosas for the guests that were allowed to drink. Jules and Val were really the only ones that were restricted, but Meredith didn’t partake either, since she was still breastfeeding Ruby. Harry had one at the very beginning of the meal, but stopped after that because he didn’t particularly want to be out of his wits for the rest of the day. Especially now that Val was further along and having the baby any day was a definite possibility. The last thing he needed was to be four drinks in and have Val’s water break.
When they got home later in the afternoon, with Harry, Gemma, Julia, and Rick bringing all their gifts��which Val and Harry had vehemently protested anyone get them—into the house, Anne and Val directed where the gifts should go in the new nursery. No one really had the energy to properly put anything away at that moment, but they wanted to make sure they were in an accessible place when they time came to actually find a spot for them. Val was actually thankful for a few of the gifts people had gotten her.
Val was going to try her best to breastfeed once the baby was born, but for whatever reason, she’d never thought about getting a breast pump for times when she wasn’t going to be around to physically feed her bub or times when Harry could bottle feed. Jules and James had really caught the ball Val had dropped on that one. Ben and Mer had also gotten them a baby monitor set that was accessible on their phones, even when they were away from the house, for times when they had a baby sitter and just wanted to check in. Things like those Harry and Val hadn’t really thought about, so she was glad their friends and family had.
When they’d finally gotten everything organised, everyone trailed to the kitchen while Val went into her room. She’d been wearing a dress and wedges all afternoon, and she was dying to get out of them now that she was back in the comfort of her own home. Luckily the dress was just a cotton thing that she could easily slip over her head, but the shoes were a whole other issue. She was past the point of being able to see her feet, let alone bend down to due anything useful beyond her belly. Gemma had helped her but the ankle strap on before they left, but now she was alone with no way of reaching.
So that’s how Harry found her: Sat on their bed in only her bra and knickers, looking dejectedly down at her outstretched feet, her hands hanging limply by her sides on the mattress. She had the most adorable little pout on her face that Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at when he saw it.
“What’s wrong, my love?” he asked, closing the door behind him. He kicked his own shoes off as he walked in, having the intention of getting changed into something comfortable as well. He’d worn proper trousers and dress shoes along with a printed button up shirt to their brunch and he was dying to get into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Or a pair of trackies, more favourably.
“I can’t get my shoes off,” she whined. Harry thought she was just being dramatic about her current state, but when she looked up at him with tears in her eyes and a slight tremble to her chin, he knew her emotions were very real. He had secretly been wondering when they were going to get to this part of her pregnancy. He’d remembered Meredith being very moody and hormonal as she got closer to her due date, and he was really just anticipating when Val would get there. Guess this was it.
“Let me help yeh,” Harry offered, kneeling down in front of her and gently undoing one and then the other. He laid a kiss to each of her swollen ankles as he looked up at her. She gave him a weak smile, obviously grateful for his help and attention but still a little downtrodden. It’d been a long day and they were both tired, but her to a greater extent, understandably. He figured it was time for some alone time and a little TLC to end the day. It was only half three, but it’d been a long one already. No need to drag it on further.
“I’m gonna tell our family to get lost and then we’ll have a bath together. Sound good?”
The joking tone to Harry’s voice made Val snicker as she gave a little nod. As much as she loved both their families, she needed some time with her boyfriend. She’d been around a lot of people for a long time that day. A break from it all would be much appreciated.
“I’ll be right back.” Harry placed a kiss on her stomach before heading out their bedroom door.
When he returned a few minutes later, he went straight to the bathroom to start a bath. Once he had it going, he stripped himself naked and then went into their room to find Val still sat in bed, now with her bra off but her panties still snug on her hips.
“It was too much effort to take them off,” she told him when she noticed his questioning look.
Harry chuckled and helped her slide them off. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the top of her left thigh, making Val hummed. While he very much wanted to love on her (seeing as he always wanted to love on her), he wanted this to just be about relaxing. Sex was still very much enjoyable, but it was a bit more of a chore for Val these days, seeing as how much closer she was to her due date.
“Up with yeh,” Harry told her, cradling her in his arms and standing with her.
“Put me down, you loon. I’m too heavy,” Val told him, kicking her feet lightly. She was really too tired to protest as much as she felt like doing,
“Yeh still barely weigh anything,” he told her, setting her in a sitting position on the edge of the bathtub. She lowered herself in with some help from Harry before he settled himself in behind her. Val hummed and rested her head back against his shoulder. She didn’t even care if her hair got wet. She was just glad to be in the warm water with Harry pressed against her, his hands gently rubbing her stomach.
Despite how much she was loving the experience of being pregnant, she was very much ready to end it. She had trouble breathing from the inability to expand her diaphragm and her feet were constantly swollen. Her back ached from the exaggerated sway of her hips to accommodate the space the baby was taking up near her pelvis. She was also back to peeing constantly because she was convinced their son was using her bladder as a pillow. She was very much looking forward to giving birth at that point.
Luckily, she was nearing the end, and she could go into labour at any point in the next few weeks. She was honestly hoping it was sooner so that Harry wouldn’t have to worry about trying to get back to the UK in the middle of shows he was set to perform in the US, but babies were on their own schedule. Knowing their luck, Harry would be in the middle of actually performing when Val went into labour.
Only time would tell, though.
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I was tagged by the very beautiful people; @queenofkadaara, @holy-squirrel-of-death, @lithialetheia and @vattgherncirilla. Thank you loves! ❤
RULES: 1. answer the new questions given by the previous person 2. write 11 new questions 3. tag 11 people
Though the questions are quite many now, so I’ll sadly have to get rid of a few if they are too similar or if I feel I have answered them before. :’(
i. what words would you use to describe your aesthetics?
This blog (@ilonavic) is extremely chaotic. My sideblog @silly-witcher-quotes is mainly filled with quotes. So as I have no aesthetics there, a blog of my wish, or for me personally, would be autumn aesthetic. I will explain why, and further, down there. 🍂
ii. favorite tea flavor?
Chai tea! ☕️ It tastes like Christmas, and works for autumn as well.
iii. favorite time period? why?
For personal interest, and because I live in the center of it, I’ve always been fascinated with either the Viking age or the 1600s in Sweden. My father is not Swedish, but my mother is, and we can trace her lineage back thus far. Meaning, I learned runic script when I was little in school, how to translate Nordic language (the common tongue for all Scandinavia at the time) into modern Swedish, as well as my personal connection via relatives to this place, is the reason for my interest I think. My hometown, and the town next to it, plus a town called Uppsala a few miles from here, were the 3 biggest cities during the Viking age in all of the Nordic countries. As my tour guide once said; we have more rune stones, ruins and old graves than the entirety of Norway and Finland has combined. It’s hard NOT to be interested in it then. 🌲🌾
iv. name of your first plushie / stuffed animal? do you still have it? and while we are at it, do you still have plushies?
My first plushie was a brown bear I called Bamse. Of course I still have all of my plushies, I just tucked them away many years ago, but I wouldn’t have the heart to throw them away. 🐻
v. what color do you wear the most?
Black mostly, occasionally burgundy or any dark colors. 👒
vi. most emotional fictional moment? can be from video games, books, movies, etc.
I rarely ever cry in movies, but (and without any spoilers) I was most touched during the ending of The Book Thief, King Kong and The Pianist. (when I say ‘touched’ I mean ‘I literary cried rivers for an entire day’)
vii. if you could make one fictional character real, which one would you pick?
I’d make Regis real, he would bless all of us, I’d ask him to help my friends, comfort them and give his loyal support, as well as wonderful advice.
viii. Who’s your favorite celebrity and why?
Adrien Brody. He’s been my favorite actor since I was 7, and he still is. Because once I do find a person who I really admire for several reasons, I rarely let them go. And Adrien is not just an excellent, underrated, actor who gives great performance in all of his movies - but he’s also a wise, generous and very artistic person. If I had more money, I’d buy one of his beautiful paintings.
ix. What’s your favorite weather?
This --> ☔️💦☁️ (and fog)
x. What do you think happens after death?
I’m not sure. But I believe that a person consists of the material; meaning, a human heart, a body, muscles and veins that eventually will grow old and stop pumping. But we also have a soul, which is the immaterial, our personality, memory, who we are essentially. That part cannot grow old because it doesn’t consist of anything material. So when we die, our bodies perish, but our human souls lives on. I think these are what we refer to as “ghosts” or “spirits”, and most simply stay in the material world to watch over loved ones as guardian angels, or moves on, and are perhaps born again into a new body?
xi. What do you do when you’re sad?
I let myself be sad for a while, close myself in, isolate myself and cries for as long as I’d like. After a night’s sleep, I’m always better the next day. If I don’t feel like crying, but are sad nonetheless, I cuddle with my doggy. 🐶
xii. Which taste do you like best: sweet, salty, sour, bitter or spicy?
Salty I think, though I really like spices, but not TOO spicy. I’d like to enjoy the food without my tongue burning off.
xiii. Which song describes you the best?
“Old Money” by Lana Del Rey.
xiv. Do you like classical music? Who’s your favorite composer?
I LOVE classical music, like nothing else. My favorite composer is Tchaikovsky.
xv. In which city would you like to live?
Somewhere in Ireland, it’s very beautiful and it rains a lot, which I love.
xvii. Who’s the person you desire to meet currently?
Many! I’d like to meet my Witcher squad first of all. Poland is very near so I’d love to meet my loves Sara and Fran, but I’d like to meet my cousin in Hungary too as well as my uncle in Switzerland. ✈️
xviii. What’s your favorite profession?
I would’ve loved to be an historian, an author, an astronaut, a professor or a scientist if my grades would’ve been better. Being an actress was my first dream. But it’s too difficult and I’m not a good enough actor to succeed.
xix. Who’s the person you admire the most?
My maternal grandmother, she is more alike me than both of my parents. She’s always so cheerful, supportive, generous and kind. A great great woman.
xx. If you could be a fictional character which movie, book or videogame would you like to be in?
Either Game of Thrones or The Witcher, of course. If I lived in The Witcher, I’d literary run around trying to find all my favorite characters and befriend them. (aka fangirl, start crying and asking them for their autographs)
xxi. what’s your favorite game and why?
For nostalgic reasons, I’d say Skyrim. Currently it’s The Witcher and The Sims, but Skyrim was my original first love. (Dragon Age pretty good too) I’ve played Mass Effect, but I got a little bored. Which is a shame, cos it was really expensive... Maybe I just haven’t gotten to the good bits yet.
xxii. why do you have tumblr?
Originally I created it after I fell in love with Regis’ character, then found @bryd-one-brere and @vaporeox blogs on Tumblr, that got me into it. Now I’m here for the fandom, for posting GIFS and other stuff.
xxiii. what do you think about this war between Team Triss and Team Yen people?
Not sure. I don’t dislike or hate any character, I appreciate Sapkowski’s handiwork, but I think there are much more interesting subjects to debate than who Geralt should choose.
xxiv. which team are you: Triss or Yen and why?
I was team Yennefer before I even read the books. I didn’t know much about any character, but I never trusted Triss, I had this feeling about her, she seems untrustworthy, and now I know why of course. Yennefer is very loyal and independent, I think she’s a unique female character we haven’t seen much before. Their conversations are also much more natural and unforced, I think Yennefer and Geralt are yin and yang, they are mirror reflections of each other.
xxv. which character (from book, game, movie) you appreciate the most?
I appreciate complex, difficult characters a lot. Everything Sapkowski’s ever written is appreciated, such as Eredin and Avallac’h, but I also like Booker DeWitt from Bioshock.
xxvi. what’s your favorite meal? describe it!
Pickled herring, raw spiced salmon with dill, potatoes and sour cream along with root beer or snaps.
xxvii. have you met someone on tumblr? If u did, tag him/her here!
Not yet :( But I plan to!
xviii. which season is your favorite?
AUTUMN. 🍁🍂🍄 (lol the road I live on is even called mushroom-forest-road)
xxix. who’s your spirit animal?
Queen Freya. I can relate to no other character from any film/game better than her. ❄️ #5/10 movie #but 10/10 characters
xxx. What do you think of me? Tell meh tha truth! (@vattgherncirilla)
I luurv you! I think you’re very easy to talk to, I feel like I can talk about anything with you without feeling judged for it. You’re very open-minded, fun and spirited which I love. You’re even cuter on Skype when we spoke, and I think it’s SO COOL that you dance ballet as well as your major expertise in Gwent. ❤
my questions:
i. what is your happiest and saddest memory? ii. what/who is your most precious possession or person in your life? iii. what character describes you the most? iv. favorite time period? why? v. favorite meal? vi. what profession will you most likely work as? vii. name of your favorite song? viii. what is your favorite season/weather? ix. why did you originally join Tumblr? x. what movie/game/book has made the most impact on you? xi. what do you wish would disappear from the world?
I’m tagging: @lenkalost @silnaniewinna @coeurouge @vernon-roche @shadanakara @flotosartblog @cirillach @dandelionandbuttercup @ferelden-doglord @lunedin @aledbr only if you want to do it ofc!
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