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Synonyms For Very

This masterlist is a masterlist of words that you may use alongside the word very, very being one of the most common words that are used when writing. I hope this helps you as much as it helps me in our writing seem more sophisticated and unique. 

A:

Very accurate - exact Very afraid - fearful Very angry - furious Very annoying - exasperating

B:

Very bad - atrocious Very beautiful - exquisite Very big - immense Very boring - dull Very bright - luminous Very busy - swamped

C:

Very calm - serene Very careful - cautious Very cheap - stingy Very clean - spotless Very clear - obvious Very clever - intelligent Very cold - freezing Very colourful - vibrant Very competitive - cutthroat Very complete - comprehensive Very confused - perplexed Very conventional - conservative Very creative - innovative Very crowded - bustling Very cute - adorable

D:

Very dangerous - perilous Very dear - cherished Very deep - profound Very depressed - despondent Very detailed - meticulous Very different - disparate Very difficult - arduous Very dirty - filthy Very dry - arid Very dull - tedious

E:

Very eager - keen Very easy - effortless Very empty - desolate Very excited - thrilled Very exciting - exhilarating Very expensive - costly

F:

Very fancy - lavish Very fast - swift Very fat - obese Very friendly - amiable Very frightened - alarmed Very frightening - terrifying Very funny - hilarious

G:

Very glad - overjoyed Very good - excellent Very great - terrific

H:

Very happy - ecstatic Very hard - difficult Very hard-to-find - rare Very heavy - leaden Very high - soaring Very hot - sweltering Very huge - colossal Very hungry - ravenous Very hurt - battered

I:

Very important - crucial Very intelligent - brilliant Very interesting - captivating

J:

K:

L:

Very large - huge Very lazy - indolent Very little - tiny Very lively - vivacious Very long - extensive Very long-term - enduring Very loose - slack Very loud - thunderous Very loved - adored

M:

Very mean - cruel Very messy - slovenly

N:

Very neat - immaculate Very necessary - essential Very nervous - apprehensive Very nice - kind Very noisy - deafening

O:

Very often - frequently Very old - ancient Very old-fashioned - archaic Very open - transparent

P:

Very painful - excruciating Very pale - ashen Very perfect - flawless Very poor - destitute Very powerful - compelling Very pretty - beautiful

Q:

Very quick - rapid Very quiet - hushed

R:

Very rainy - pouring Very rich - wealthy

S:

Very sad - sorrowful Very scared - petrified Very scary - chilling Very serious - grave Very sharp - keen Very shiny - gleaming Very short - brief Very shy - timid Very simple - basic Very skinny - skeletal Very slow - sluggish Very small - petite Very smart - intelligent Very smelly - pungent Very smooth - sleek Very soft - downy Very sorry - apologetic Very special - exceptional Very strong - forceful Very stupid - idiotic Very sure - certain Very sweet - thoughtful

T:

Very talented - gifted Very tall - towering Very tasty - delicious Very thirsty - parched Very tight - constricting Very tiny - minuscule Very tired - exhausted

U:

Very ugly - hideous Very unhappy - miserable Very upset - distraught

V:

W:

Very warm - hot Very weak - frail Very well-to-do - wealthy Very wet - soaked Very wide - expansive Very willing - eager Very windy - blustery Very wise - sage Very worried - distressed

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A/N: If you know of anymore words I can add please message me.

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Luke Perry: 1966-2019.  Rest easy. 

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Here is my new edit dedicated to my new favorite tv show - “Elite”

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Now I’m writting my first ever Stranger Things fan fiction. You can already read a first chapter of my “The last fragment, the spacelier and the hunter...” fan fiction on Archive of Our Own (link is here). 

I hope you will enjoy reading this, so don’t forget to leave a kudo and a comment. 

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Steve Harrington in Stranger Things Season 2

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headphones have become a part of me. i lived with them all the time, because music was the only one thing that could muffle your screams

poem by me (valentineheaven)

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Steve Harrington: A Summary

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You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington. 

requested by anon

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Steve Harrington in every episode of Season 2 ⇾ Chapter 8: The Mind Flayer

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War Of Hearts (Harry Styles x Reader) / Part from “The Travellers” Series

I apologize for missing so long. I never forgot about you, roses. But the study was over, and with it problems left. So meet my new creation, after a long absence.

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Summary: During a romantic journey, Harry broke up with his girlfriend; she left him at the moment when he wanted to propose to her. First he wants to get drunk, but changes his decision in favor of a long walk through the beautiful Athena. He asks you to show him the city. But where will you take this walk?

Song:Ruelle – War Of Hearts                                   Place: Athena, Greece

The fading sunlight gently filtered through the windows of a cozy cafe in the heart of the Greek capital. The tranquil life of Athens slowly flowed-minute by minute. In such an atmosphere, you don’t want to rush anywhere; you want to forget about everything and enjoy the present moment.

Harry sat alone behind a brightly lit table in a cafe. She left him alone, after he arranged for them this journey, with the goal to propose to her. Of course, she didn’t know about his plans, so she threw him in the most (for him) important moment in life.

He sat with his head down, examining the marble surface of the table and leading circular motions along a cup of coffee. He looked lost, devastated and offended at the same time.

You watched them: first they chatted cute, ordering coffee; then his face drooped, and the girl began to explain something quickly; then she slammed the door, leaving the guy alone, with all the thoughts that piled on him.

"Maybe something else?" - you asked gently, going up to him. He quickly raised his head at you, as if frightened by your unexpected appearance.

"Maybe ..." - he drawled, thinking about something. "I'm sure ... Do you have anything stronger?" - he smiled tightly.

«Have you decided to get drunk?» - you asked, he grinned. – «It seems to me that this is not the most reasonable way out of your situation».

«And what can you offer me instead of a week-long romantic binge?» - from his lips, finally, broke a satisfied smile.

"Oh God, you are in Greece," - you began. "I'm sure you're not local and first here. It's a great opportunity to just go somewhere. Go and consider the sights, interesting places. You see, in an hour you don’t remember her». - you with a smile took a cup from his hands and left. Harry looked you over.

"I don’t know anyone here" - a slightly raspy voice behind you began; you turned.

Opposite you stood Harry, blushing in a shy smile. He still seemed a little depressed and frustrated, but his face freshened and lit up with a smile.

«Where do I go, I don’t know. Trustfully, I’m hoped my ex will show me everything here, since it's local,» - there was a breakdown in his voice. "I really want to quickly forget her"

«So what's the problem?» - you asked with a smile. "Just get off the cafe and go. Go where you want»

"Make me company" - he looked at you intently.  «You are local, you know the whole city. And besides, now I need a person to whom I can pour out my soul» - Harry said with a shy smile.

"Ah ..." - surprised by his request, you stretched out with a smile. "Of course, I want to help you, but are you absolutely sure that you want to pour out your soul to the first one?" - you looked at him with a look, waiting for an answer. "It's just, it's very personal... And I, I think, don’t ... Shouldn’t ..." - you were embarrassed.

"I see," - Harry said, noticing your embarrassment. "I see that I'm distracting you. Farewell" - he walked slowly to the exit.

"Wait" - you shouted, he turned to you with a smirk.

You couldn’t refuse him, seeing how bad he felt. It is better to make him a company and show the beauties of Athens, rather than let him go into his "romantic" drinking-bout. Therefore, you quietly walk along the Greek streets, talking on abstract topics.

Above the capital rose a bright yellow and golden ball of the sun, flooded with its light the ancient buildings of the majestic city. From the high stone walls of the houses the scent of dampness, mixed with the pungent smell of olive oil, was blowing. Residents of the city quietly strolled through the streets, doing their ordinary affairs: someone bought food, someone was walking with children, someone read the book aloud. In all this environment it is impossible to think about something bad.

Harry asked you to take him to the place where tourists usually drive, because, he thought, these places are the most beautiful. He actively told you about his music, so he didn’t notice how you had a view of the most important tourist place in Greece.

An ancient city, the heart of ancient and modern Athens, where thousands of years ago a civilization arose that gave rise to the whole modern Western world. High columns and ensembles of temples from whitewashed stone, in some places were destroyed, but continued to stand. The sunlight shone through the powerful columns, the city seemed at the same time dead and alive.

«Αυτό Ακρόπολη / Acropolis» - in Greek you explained, Harry smiled when he heard your Greek. – «It is called the heart of Athens»

You walked slowly and steadily among the ancient buildings, enjoying the opened views. You stopped, looking at the city below, not noticing that Harry was standing nearby, watching you. He was simultaneously overwhelmed with a sense of sadness because of parting, but he was incredibly happy in your company.

"You know," - he began as you walked to another landmark. «I saw her there. There in Ακρόπολη / Acropolis» - he said, smiling imitating the Greek accent, from which you both laughed.

«So what? Passed by without paying attention,» - you said with a smile, not looking at him. «Is it really so painful to part with your partner?» - you quietly grinned.

"Have not you ever experienced a break up?" - Harry asked with a smirk. "If you say no, I won’t believe it"

«Why?» - you are indignant. "Don’t I look like a person who is able to survive break ups good?" - you raised your inquiring eyes to him.

"No, you're just not like a person you can quit" - he smiled, not looking at you.

Crowds of tourists, dozens of camera flashes have alerted you that you have come to the right place. The sun-celestial veil gently covered the cold whitewashed bodies of the Caryatid’s portico. Five sculptures-columns supported the roof of the temple of the Erechtheion.

"It's beautiful here" - Harry said, continuing to examine the sculptures.

"Yes, mostly because of the ionic style of the temple and the sculptures of the beautiful Καρυάτιδα / Caryatids" - he smiled again at your Greek words.

"You were born here, in Greece?" - he asked, making his way through the crowds of tourists.

«Yes, I was born in Kastoria, in a very cozy Greek town,» - you broke into a broad smile, remembering childhood. «Then we moved to Athens»

Both of you were surprised that there were more tourists in this temple than in the Acropolis. Although usually everything is quite the opposite. To get out of the temple, it is necessary to get through a crowd of tourists who didn’t want to give way. Harry gently took your hand, from the unexpectedness of his touch over your body ran a noticeable shiver. He smiled gently and led you through the crowd.

The light fabric of your dress gently touched your legs, gently slipped around your waist. You breathed deeply, why your breast was raised high; you gently looked away into the city, preparing for the evening. You stood leaning on a tall marble column, from which it was cool. A gentle Athenian wind played with your hair, slowly fingering your curls in his invisible fingers.

«Σύντομα όλα θα τελειώσουν. Θα φύγει και θα με αφήσει μόνο του / Soon all will end. He will leave and forget me» - you said with vexation.

Seeing him, upset and killed by the bitterness of break up, you sincerely felt sorry for him, so you volunteered to help him with his misfortune. "But perhaps," - you thought, "Perhaps something else has prompted me to help him ...? Pity? Sympathy?". You realized that you can’t fall in love with him, as the holiday romance have never lasted long and didn’t end happily.

It would seem in Greece, where for centuries an invisible feeling of love and bliss reigns enveloping the whole country; invisible, but so sensual and alive that it is impossible not to fall in love here with someone. It seems that the Aphrodite herself embraces the city with her love, instilling this tart feeling in everyone's heart.

The whole day you noticed how Harry looks at you. It was not just a friendly look, it was an affectionate and warm look that studied every your movement. You still felt the warmth of his hand on your palm, from this to your cheeks bristled with a slight blush.

"Hey, something's wrong," - Harry asked with concern, noticing your sad face. His unexpected voice made you start a little; you woke up from your thoughts and smiled. "It's almost evening, so take me please somewhere where it's quiet and good-looking" - he smiled.

Scarlet blood spilled over the innocent Athenian sky. In the windows of the city houses and restaurants the fine wine-red smoothness of the evening sky was reflected, whitewashed walls and columns of ancient Greek cultural monuments were painted in light red colors. All around was enveloped in the beauty and breathe of the approaching night.

You climbed the Muse Hill. Embraced by a small park with green trees, in its middle is a monument, a large monument, now lit by a peaceful scarlet color of evening. Harry sat down on one of the large stones and gestured for you to sit beside him.

"You really do know good looks," - Harry said with a smile, not taking his eyes off the evening city. "Everything you showed me today was incredibly beautiful. I left all my thoughts there, left all my thoughts in Ακρόπολη» - you again quietly laughed; he liked to say this word in Greek.

"You're welcome" - you smiled softly, and felt that there were already tears in your throat.

"I don’t want to leave all this, it's so easy for me here, I feel free" - he took a deep breath. "I don’t want to leave you, we have become good friends" - he looked at you with a smile, you trying to avoid his gaze.

Visitors continued to fill the cafe with their noise, the barista continued to fill the cafe with the magical aroma of coffee, and you continued to try to forget Harry, who in one day gave you unforgettable moments more than anyone in your entire life. It's been a month since he left, and since then you have not spoken. Even on the Internet.

You blamed him for not writing to you, although he promised to maintain communication with you on a periodic basis. The bright sun continued to flood the streets of Athens with its soft light, pleasing the inhabitants with warm weather. Today everyone goes somewhere - museums, picnics, meetings, walks - only you and your colleague Orion continue to load yourself with work. You try to forget Harry; Orion is trying to save money for a new guitar.

Taking a bottle of coffee with you (pouring a little red wine in this drink), you went to Muse Hill, the last place where you saw Harry. The sky was as if stained with wounds that filled the evening sky with scarlet colors. Conveniently sitting on one of the cold benches, you looked into the distance, letting the light wind blow all your thoughts.

"You'll freeze" - a voice said, wrapping your shoulders in the jacket.

It was Harry. You realized that it was him, so you were afraid to turn around and meet his gaze. He quietly sat next to you, gently turned your face to him and kissed you. From the surprise of this kiss, you shuddered a little, but felt Harry's warm hands, immediately calmed down. He's here. He's here for you.

"What do you say?" - he exhaled, a little detached to see your face. "Did I manage to surprise you?" - He smiled broadly, running his thumb along your cheek.

"Of course" - you timidly said.

"I love you, Y/N," - he began, leaning towards your ear. "And I never want to leave you for long" - your glances met, you smiled.

Harry pulled away from you and decided to drink your coffee a little. But he quickly felt the taste of wine, so he stopped.

"Y/N, God, what is this?" ��- you both started to laugh. "Romantic booze?" - you laughed even louder.

"I love you," - you whispered.

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Buona Sera (Tom Glynn-Carney x Reader) / Part from “The Travellers” Series

I always wanted to travel a lot, so I often read different books about traveling to different countries. I traveled by reading a book. And I hope that you also travel by reading «The Travellers» series of my imagines.

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Summary: You and Tom went on a trip to Italy. You enjoy a beautiful historic architecture and a warm Florentine sun. What could ruin your wonderful vacation?

Song: Dean Martin – Buona Sera                      Place: Florence, Italy

For the second day, sunny Florence pleases its residents and tourists with warm weather. Sunlight gently floods the noisy Italian streets and clings in its gold works of architectural art. The lush crowns of trees quietly rustle and tremble with their green foliage. In the flat, smooth surface of the Arno River, reflect distorted panoramas of the city.

Bright light illuminated the Basilica of Santa Maria Novella. Its openwork façade is a bit like the painting of a decorative box. The crowds of tourists were already armed with cameras to capture the building from all sides. You and Tom quietly walk past this whole crowd, enjoying a warm Italian morning.

"There are a lot of cathedrals and temples here, as I see," - Tom began, hugging you by the shoulders. "Each of the cathedrals is unique in its own way, they form the basis of the whole city" - he smiled softly, pressing you tight.

"All this becomes even more beautiful when it is flooded with colors of sun," - you looked at the landscapes that flashed before you. "And when there are no people here" you said a little viciously, and Tom laughed.

"You can’t remove all these people from here" - he tenderly kissed you on the top of your head. "But, it seems to me, even they don’t spoil all this beauty" - he said, and you both went on.

The sun continued to rise above the city, waking up the inhabitants. The sky was painted with creamy-pink and cherry colors, creating the perfect heavenly landscape of the morning sunrise.

You walked quietly, discussing something and screwing up your eyes from the sun. Before you seemed the centuries-old creation of Francesco Talenti, one of the symbols of Florence. The Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore hovered above all the city buildings, and its red dome seems to float in the sky. The facade, decorated with frescoes, gently played with shadows.

"God, what a huge building," - you said with surprise, looking up to see the building. "What a beautiful and magnificent" - you said to Tom and went closer to the cathedral.

"And here, too, full of tourists" - with a grin, Tom said, gently taking your hand.

"They came to enjoy the beauty, however, like me," - you quickly kissed him. "And they won’t prevent me" - you pulled him somewhere along the cathedral.

Walking along these huge stone walls, you felt how cold it was from them. People seemed so small compared to the majesty of the cathedral. In this lies the power and beauty of art. People are always insignificant before the noble works of real art.

Florence continued to wake up, as evidenced by the opening restaurants and shops. From everywhere, the same scent - the scent of Italy: the tart and sweet smell of Venetian wine, the spicy and juicy smells of pizza and pasta, the caramel-milk smell of gelato. All the smells mixed, creating a pleasant composition.

Cozy restaurants were already filled with visitors who drank coffee or wine, ate pasta and enjoyed the slow passage of time and blissful Italian landscapes. Everywhere you heard a sonorous Italian speech, which pleasantly caressed the ears.

"I think it's time to have breakfast," - Tom began, and you turned the corner, and went out into the noisy square, bathed in the morning sun. "From all these pleasant smells I will soon become unwell, so we urgently need to eat" - you quietly laughed.

"That's a good place," - you said and pointed to the restaurant, not far from a large marble fountain. "We can sit on the terrace, if we want not to miss the beautiful view" - he tenderly kissed you on the cheek.

"A wonderful place" - Tom said with a smile; you headed towards the restaurant.

The terrace was full of people, but you still found a free table, from which a charming view of the square. The inhabitants of the city mixed with tourists quietly strolling along the square, moaning and wailing from all this beauty. In the water of the fountain the pearls of sunlight shone brightly, a little blind to the eye. Wooden railing of the terrace was entwined with flowering purple bougainvillea flowers and scarlet-pink hibiscus flowers.

"I want coffee" - you said, looking at the menu.

"And I won’t give up wine" - said Tom, you looked up at him and he smiled.

"Decided to get drunk from morning?" - you smiled maliciously, and he laughed. "Just one glass" - with a smile you threatened with a finger, he smiled.

The sun shone brilliantly in the sky, drawing fanciful shadows on the pavement of the square. You sat and enjoyed your breakfast - a cannoli with custard and marzipan and a cup of coffee - looking at the square and hearing Italian voices. Tom sat opposite, looking for something in the guidebook, quickly ate his bruschetta with mozzarella, sipping wine, from which there was a light tart flavor.

You sat quietly, listening to the voices of other people and enjoying, perhaps, the best and most beautiful morning of your life. It seems that nothing can ruin your morning, but it was not there. Tom stared out into the distance.

"What happened?" - you asked excitedly, wet your lips with a napkin.

"Not this," - said Tom, and, rolling his eyes, leaned back in his chair. "She's here. Lord, may she not notice us" - Tom told you.

"Who is here? What happened? " - you asked Tom incomprehensibly.

But a minute later the answer to your questions was found. A girl with long honey-fairy hair approached your table, holding the camera in her hands. She had a big smile on her face, sparkles in her eyes.

"Hello Tom," - she said, sitting down next to him; she tenderly embraced him, he was a little embarrassed. "I didn’t expect to see you ..." - she said, looking at you. "You both are here" - again her smile.

"Believe me, I prayed that we wouldn’t meet again" - he joked and looked you over with a quick glance.

"Stop it," - her laughter sounded. "You don’t have to say that, especially after what we had," - she gently stroked his palm, your cheeks flared with a furious blush. "I hope you remember" - she pierced him with her affectionate gaze.

"No, for a long time I've forgotten everything," - he gave her a strained smile, you looked away to miss their "gentle" conversation. Tom saw your anger. "Maybe you'll already go? Are you likely waiting for your friends?" - he removed his hand from under her.

"Don’t worry, darling, I'm alone here," - she exhaled, again stretching her fingers to his hand. "You can visit me if you want. I settled in Viña Nuova street, there are a lot of designs ... "- she began, easily touching Tom's palm, he didn’t  like it.

"Excuse me," - you interrupted, rising quickly from the table. Tears came to your eyes, but your eyes were only slightly damp.

"Where are you going?" - asked Tom, turning abruptly and wringing his hand out of the hand of his ex-girlfriend. "Y/N, where are you going?"

"I need to visit Natalie," - you began, slowly stepping back. "I won’t bother you" - you smiled faintly and ran out of the restaurant.

Tender sun rays softly embraced the crowns of tall trees and figured shrubs. From the heavy marble sculptures and benches there was a slight cold, the most necessary thing on such a hot day. Boboli Garden - huge in their areas - were filled with tourists, loving couples, families, quietly strolling through the garden and enjoying a wonderful day.

You could find a secluded place - a small bench under a wide green tree crown - and was able to remain alone with your thoughts that tore you from the inside. You tried very hard to control your tears, but your eyes were shining and wet.

A cool wind blew in the back, the sun's rays making their way through the branches of the tree gently played on your face. You couldn’t get rid of his ex-girlfriend, who so brazenly approached you without a feeling of confusion. She sat down beside Tom and began to caress his palm, to look at him with a look that wastes the pungent love smell. Even her voice became somehow more gentle.

From these thoughts you almost puked. You took a sip of fresh air, feeling a warm touch on your back. It was Tom, who ran around almost all the streets of Florence, wanting to find you soon. And, here he is, gently caresses your shoulders, you feel his breath on your neck.

"Please forgive me," - he began softly. "This fucking Grace," - he smiled. "I don’t understand what kind of wind she ever brought to Italy. You couldn’t just walk past us, not notice us? I have a different life, and this nuts can’t understand this"

"Maybe she still loves you," - you said, continuing to sit with your back to him. "Maybe she still has some feelings ..." - you began.

"The main thing," - he stood up abruptly and sat opposite you, looking into your slightly damp eyes. "The main thing is that I don’t like her anymore, you saw how unpleasant it was to feel her touch, to listen to her voice" - he said with a smile in his eyes, holding your hand in his hands. «Forget about it, Y/N. I need only you"- he tenderly kissed you.

The playful Italian sun shrouded your figures with threads of sunlight. You were like an ancient Roman marble sculpture - his hands gently embraced your waist; your hands played with his hair; a kiss for a kiss, a feeling for feeling - an exhibit of the Museum of Ancient Arts.

You have long forgotten about Grace and her antics, your thoughts were intoxicated, but not with the sweet Tuscan wine, but with a sweet feeling of love. Tom stepped back and quickly kissed your nose; you laughed softly. But, it seemed, your laughter sounded with ringing sounds all over Florence, melting in the pacified Italian air.

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Breathe 2 (Harry Styles x Reader)

Some asked for the second part of «Breathe». And now, I wrote it. Frankly, this story touched me too. I hope you will enjoy.

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Summary: You opened your eyes after three and a half years of coma. Harry is indescribably glad that you are with him again. It was the most terrible test of your love. What can Harry do if your life is again on the edge of life and death?

Song: Harry Styles – Sweet Creature

Your eyes were running in different directions, studying the place where you found yourself. From the cold-pale lips, warm air quickly burst out; the chest rose slightly, filling the lungs with freshness; to the heart quickly began to pour blood, forcing heart to increase its rhythm. Your fingers carefully moved over the covers, trying to feel it. All the signs of life, which again played in you.

Harry, with tears in his eyes, quickly ran to your bed and, kneeling down, began to look at you still not believing that you came to yourself. He wanted to touch your hand, but the doctor stopped him.

"Do not be," - he said quietly. "It's very difficult for her now, it's like for the baby to see the world for the first time," - he smiled affectionately. "Now she needs to give her some time to study everything"

You continued to lie, moving only your head and hands. The bright sunlight that filled the room cut your eyes, why you a little squinted. Harry was smiling like a child, looking at your face. You noticed someone to your left and turned around. It was the doctor.

"Y/N," - quietly, almost in a whisper, he said with a smile. "Y/N. How do you feel?" - he gently felt your pulse.

"Where I am?" - your voice was slightly trembling; hearing him, Harry smiled even more and tears flooded his cheeks. "I can’t understand where I am" - you drove with your eyes, studying the ward.

"You are in the hospital, my dear" - the doctor quickly corrected something in the apparatus. "Now you are already in no danger"

"Where is he?" - you asked, with crystal-clear eyes looking at the doctor. "Where's Harry?" - saying this, you felt the warmth of the kiss on your pale cheek.

"I'm here" - he whispered in your ear.

Quickly turning, you met his face. Despite the fact that his face was flooded with tears, a smile lit his face, wasting warmth and love. It seemed that now, in the blue sky of his eyes, you felt really alive. He looked at your face, your living face.

"What happened to me, why are all these devices and droppers here?" - you asked in perplexity. "Am I dying?" - in a whisper, with horror in your eyes, you asked.

"You're too strong to die" - he kissed your forehead, from which your face finally broke into a slight smile.

"How long did I ... sleep?" - turning to the doctor, you asked.

"Is this important?" - he said with a smile. "The main thing is that now you are awake and feeling well" - he went to the exit. "I'll be back soon. We need to do some surveys" - he said, and, smiling, left.

You look thoughtfully at the ceiling, as if you are trying to understand something. Harry turned to you, still smiling. He was lying next to you, stroking your belly, feeling your breath on his cheeks. It seems that even words can’t be found to describe how happy he was at that moment.

After a few weeks, you were able to get out of bed yourself and even occasionally strolled around the hospital. You looked at everything with big, curious eyes, as if you were trying to learn the world again. Besides that, you constantly thought about how much you lay in a coma, because you all refused to talk about it. It frightened you.

But there were a lot of pleasant moments. Once you were finally allowed to get out of bed, and you saw all the splendor that filled your room. Hundreds of bouquets of lovely purple violets surrounded your room, lavishing your captivating flavor. You with open mouth examined all these flowers, not believing that they are real.

Harry neatly and quietly entered the rooms, you didn’t notice him. He stood in the doorway, blurring a blissful smile and watching you, delighted and surprised, happy with your favorite flowers. You turned to him, giving him a broad, childish smile. Harry's eyes filled with happy tears, but he didn’t cry, but laughed loudly.

"Am I in paradise?" - with a broad smile, you asked, Harry came up to you; he gently kissed your hand.

"Why did you think so?"

"Because such beauty can only be in paradise" - you once again looked at all the flowers. "How often did you bring them?"

"Every day" – his gentle smile, gave you incredible warmth.

You immediately kissed him, hugging him tightly. Finally, you again feel the sweet taste of his lips, which, like honey, melts on your lips, burning them with kisses. You quickly pulled away, smiling, and went again to look at the flowers.

Something easily sat on your hair. You froze, thinking that it seemed to you. Going to the mirror, you saw that a small butterfly, like a hairpin, decorates your hair. Glancing once more in the mirror, you saw that behind your back, flooding the whole room, small lives fly. Butterflies. Harry brought them for you again.

Once, sitting in the room in Harry's arms, you asked him to show you the stars. You have always admired the beauty of the starry sky, because it is so quiet and serene. You asked him to show it to you when you get home.

But Harry didn’t want to make you wait. In his heart, deeply deep inside, in some lost part of his heart, there were still thoughts that he might lose you. So he decided to take you to the roof of the hospital at night, to meet with the stars.

Here it is - the sky. Sleepy and blissful, it spread, changing the day for the night. The tart cream of the night sky was strewn with a scattering of pearls - stars. There were so many of them that it is impossible to count. You looked up, looking up at the top and looking at the splendor of the night art.

"You know," - Harry began, approaching you and gently taking your hand. You looked at him and he saw in your eyes a starry sky. "While you were sleeping, there were very few stars in the sky, when you woke up, the stars also woke up" - his smile at that moment seemed to you more beautiful than any stars.

A few months later, you felt bad again. You spent whole days in bed, didn’t eat anything, talked little. Your skin turned pale again, like cold marble; your lips turned white, but they still breathed warmth; your eyes became heavy and sleepy, but you were afraid to close them again.

What Harry didn’t want to think about – happened. He sits next to you again, afraid of losing you. Doctors said that you got worse because there is not enough blood in your body. You've been in a coma for too long, your body has not functioned for a long time, so there's less blood. When you came to yourself and began to actively move, the body began to lack blood.

Now everyone was thinking where to find the right type of blood. The worst thing was that you had the rarest blood group - the fourth, and even with a negative Rh factor.

"I phoned all friends, all relatives and everyone I had ever known" - restraining tears, Harry told his mother. "All of us, all my friends, called their friends, but it's useless, where can I find a donor for her?" - a lone tear slowly rolled down his cheek.

"Don’t be upset, darling" - his mother hugged him. "We will definitely continue to look for, we will certainly find a donor" - Harry raised his tear-stained eyes at her.

"They said that she can ..." - he took a sip of fresh air and continued with trembling voices. "If we don’t find a donor, then in a couple of weeks she can die" - quickly, as if afraid of these words, said Harry. "I can’t lose her, I can’t ..."

Then he saw and heard that someone was shouting in your room. Harry and Ann quickly ran there. Having run into the ward, they saw that your doctor returned (he was on a business trip for a week), and now, arriving in incredible rage, he screams at some doctor.

"Why didn’t you tell me about this ?! What kind of fools work here ?!" - he cried, and the doctor guiltily looked at the floor. "Don’t want to look at me because you're to blame, if she dies, then you'll be fired all. All! Did you hear me?" - he turned and saw Harry and Anne watching him. "Hello," - he said calmly and turned to the doctor. "Get out of here!"

The scared doctor quickly ran out of the room, closing the door. Harry quickly ran to the doctor, looking with his damp eyes at him.

"We called all those who could get through. No one has the right blood group," - Harry began desperately. "Please, Mr.Bowerman, ring your friends, maybe they have this blood type, I'm all ..." - Harry looked hopefully at the doctor.

"Calm down, calm down, boy," - he patted him on the shoulder and turned to the nurse. "I have a fourth blood group with a negative Rh factor, I will give as much as I can, if will not enough, call my brother," - he told the nurse and she left. "Everything will be fine, Harry. I promise, I'll try to save her" - he smiled and left.

The office though was spacious; it still was a bit stuffy. A light summer wind gently played with curtains and filled the whole room with coolness. The table was littered with different folders, documents and envelopes, but in all this pile of papers one could see a photo in a frame, a family photo.

Mr.Bowerman, (your doctor), fell into a soft armchair to rest after a difficult operation. He exhaled heavily, examining the table that was littered with papers. A small yellow envelope with the signature "for Dr.Bowerman" caught his eye. He quickly opened it and began to read the letter:

"I’m grateful to you for everything, even more than for everything. You fought with me for four years to give her life, although you once wanted to kill her, but I realized that you’re too kind and clever to do this. Thank you for not casting me out and approving of all my romantic antics. Thank you, for what she’s with me now, and for the fact that she breathes. I wish you and all your big family all the best. Sincerely, Harry"

Mr.Bowerman was touched by this letter, a broad smile appeared on his face; this letter inspired him with joy and faith in true love. In the same envelope he found another letter:

"Now I have a part of you, doctor, your blood that saved me and let me return to my Harry. If you didn’t become a donor and I would die, he would die. You saved both of us and I generously thank you for it. Your Y/N "

Now you and Harry were far away, vacationing in Florence. But even from there Mr. Bowerman could feel the warmth of your words, and this delighted him immensely. He was grateful to himself that he didn’t deprive you of a chance to live when you were in a coma. He was grateful that he allowed your love to live.

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Hi, could you maybe do a preference or a oneshot for jack lowden where the reader/ person they like has an eating disorder?

Hi, darling! A very interesting request. I’ll write something similar soon. Love u, xoxo