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DASHBOARD BIO; NETTLE REED(G//NP//CT OC)

Updated and in-depth biography for my primary g.en..p.act OC, Nettle. Under a cut for length!

FULL NAME: Nettle Reed

NICKNAMES/ALIASES: Ned, Netty

GENDER/PRONOUNS: trans man, he/him

ORIENTATION: Bisexual; leans heavily toward men

AGE RANGE: Early/Mid 20’s, verse dependent

HEIGHT: 5’ 1” [154cm]

BUILD/BODY TYPE: Somewhat delicate and slender, with some wiry muscle underneath. Has ‘soft edges’, just a little extra fat and barely any muscle toning.

HAIR: A springy, light and warm green. Soft and a little wispy; cut in a loose asymmetrical bob and kept a little shorter around the neck/collar. He often wears cute hairclips or small flowers as accessories.

EYES: A sharp citron orange, with richer copper tones toward the inner iris.

FACE: ‘Fey-like’ features, somewhat dainty and soft just like the rest of him, but there are some more rigid lines along the frame of his cheeks and chin that give a solidly masculine note.

SCARS/OTHER FEATURES: Many scars of varying nature/severity and age along all of his body; ‘inverted T’ scars from top surgery. Left upper leg has a full sleeve tattoo with a floral/rose motif, mixing together healthy flowers and withered ones. Multiple piercings- four in each ear, a stud piercing on his tongue.

PHYSICAL HEALTH: Severe asthma & chronic cough. Mild/moderate immune deficiency. ‘Eleazar’ illness from birth with fluctuating severity up until the eradication of the disease in its entirety.

MENTAL/EMOTIONAL HEALTH: ASD, ADHD. Severe PTSD, depression & dysthymia, severe anxiety disorder. Frequent nightmares.

VISION/COMBAT: Dendro vision; wields a polearm.

DEFAULT VERSE BIO/BACKGROUND ->

Nettle’s mother suffered from the ‘Eleazar’ illness stemming from the Withering in Sumeru and died during childbirth. Nettle also suffered from symptoms of the disease from birth, which may have contributed to the formation of his other health problems, and was always very frail and sickly.

He was raised by his father up to age ten. Devastated by the loss of his wife, Nettle’s father was distant, absent and often even negligent as a parent. Though never cruel, he was never affectionate with his child. The two lived a nomadic lifestyle, the father doing a range of odd jobs from simple manual labor to mercenary work. He fell further and further into self neglect as time wore on until, eventually, he simply wasted away.

With no home, no relatives, and no family acquaintances Nettle was left to fend for himself. He was a very inquisitive child despite his poor health, and as such he had learned a great many things in his short life quietly and all on his own. From reading to counting money and preparing basic meals. He continued drifting from place to place, never thinking to seek help because he had never been cared for by anyone to begin with.

It was over a year before a young doctor stumbled across him near Caravan Ribat, scuffling about and foraging edible weeds and flowers. The doctor, a trans woman named Amaranthe Reed, approached Nettle and before long took him in and adopted him. Though listed officially as his foster mother, he addresses her as his elder sister, as she is only 13 years older than him.

Nettle began transitioning under Amaranthe’s care and also learned much of her trade from assisting her hands on with her work as a dispatch for the Adventurer’s Guild. Eventually Amaranthe would marry a woman called Thalia, who was previously a theater performer and taught Nettle music. In his late teens, Thalia gave birth to her and Amaranthe’s first child, Briarly, and Nettle has helped raise him.

The family relocated to Monstadt roughly six months prior to ‘Stormterror’ arriving, and Nettle currently works as a field medic for the local guild branch.

GENERAL PERSONALITY/DISPOSITION: Because of his intensely isolated and lonely childhood, Nettle is unaccustomed to dealing with people and has very few friends near his own age. He can seem standoffish and sarcastic at times and has a hard time accepting praise or compliments. Still, he has an intensely compassionate and gentle heart and hates to see people suffering or in pain, and dedicates himself to helping anyone he can in whatever way he can- even to the point of self neglect. He cares very little about himself, but very much about everyone else; all his drive and will to live come from the desire to help and be ‘useful’ to others.

He loves music and flowers equally and most of his free time is spent pursuing related hobbies.

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5 Trendy Short Haircuts for Women

Nothing makes a statement quite like a chic, short haircut when it comes to hair transformations.

Whether you're aiming for a fresh start or a fabulous new look, short haircuts for women offer endless possibilities. From edgy pixies to classic bobs, a perfect style is waiting for you. Let's dive into the world of trendy short haircuts and find the one that speaks to your personality and lifestyle.

Embracing the Short Hair Revolution

Short haircuts have always symbolized confidence and boldness. In recent years, they have gained immense popularity thanks to their versatility and low maintenance. Women are increasingly choosing short hairstyles not just for their practicality but also for their ability to make a fashion statement.

Why Choose Short Haircuts?

Short haircuts for women are incredibly empowering. They offer a refreshing change and can highlight your best features. Here are some reasons why you might consider going short:

Easy Maintenance: Short hair requires less time to wash, dry, and style.

Versatility: From casual to classy, short haircuts can be styled for any occasion.

Healthier Hair: Cutting off damaged ends promotes healthier, stronger hair growth.

Face Framing: Short haircuts can enhance your facial features and bring out your natural beauty.

Trendy Appeal: Stay ahead in the fashion game with the latest short hair trends.

Top Short hair cuts for women to Try

With so many options, it can be hard to choose the right short haircut. Here are five trendy ideas to inspire your next salon visit. Each look is unique, offering something for every style preference.

1. The Edgy Pixie Cut

The pixie cut is a timeless favorite that never goes out of style. This bold look is perfect for women who love to stand out. With its short, choppy layers, the pixie cut adds texture and volume to your hair.

How to Achieve the Look:

Consult with your stylist about the right pixie cut for your face shape.

Use a texturizing spray to add volume and definition.

Regular trims are essential to maintain the shape and style.

2. The Classic Bob

The classic bob is elegant and sophisticated. It's a versatile style that can be worn sleek and straight or with soft waves. This cut falls just above the shoulders, framing your face beautifully.

How to Achieve the Look:

Ask your stylist for a bob that suits your hair type and face shape.

Use a flat iron for a sleek finish or a curling wand for gentle waves.

Maintain the look with regular trims every 6-8 weeks.

3. The Shaggy Lob

The shaggy lob (long bob) is a perfect mix of edgy and chic. With its layered, tousled look, it's great for adding movement and texture to your hair. This cut is ideal for those who want a stylish yet low-maintenance hairstyle.

How to Achieve the Look:

Discuss the right layering technique with your stylist.

Apply a sea salt spray for a beachy, tousled effect.

Use a diffuser when blow-drying to enhance natural waves.

4. The Asymmetrical Cut

For a modern and daring look, try an asymmetrical cut. This style features uneven lengths, with one side shorter than the other. It's a fantastic choice for women who love to experiment with their hair.

How to Achieve the Look:

Work with your stylist to determine the best asymmetrical style for your face.

Use a styling cream to define the different lengths.

Keep the cut sharp with regular salon visits.

5. The Curly Crop

Embrace your natural curls with a curly crop. This short haircut is designed to enhance and showcase your curls, giving you a playful and energetic look. It's a fantastic way to celebrate your natural texture.

How to Achieve the Look:

Find a stylist who specializes in curly hair to get the perfect cut.

Use curl-enhancing products to define and hydrate your curls.

Diffuse your hair while drying to maintain volume and shape.

Your Perfect Short Haircut Awaits

Short haircuts for women are more than just a trend; they're a way to express your individuality and embrace a fresh, modern look. Whether you choose an edgy pixie, a classic bob, or a playful curly crop, there's a short haircut that's perfect for you.

At MOBILESTYLES, we understand the importance of finding the right look. Our beauty experts are ready to bring your hair dreams to life, right at your doorstep. Book an appointment with us today and discover the convenience of beauty on demand. Transform your look with MOBILESTYLES and step into a world of endless style possibilities.

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Luz, Amity, Vee, Collector, Belos

These are good questions!

Thanks for the ask! :)

Strap in, it's gonna be long!

Luz: What's the piece of media (tv show, movie, book etc) that's stuck with you the most?

It's 2 of them, The Owl House and Kingdom Hearts.

The first is obvious, you've seen my blog. I love this show so so much from any point and in every way! I love how wonderfully written it is, I love nearly all the characters, it is basically the golden standard I have for writing. And quite honestly, it makes me feel seen and at home. I relate to so many characters, Luz especially, and in so many ways it has helped me. By giving me a chance to embrace and bring out my silly side more, by giving me more passion for writing and something to look up to and by making me realize and accept some stuff about myself.

Kingdom Hearts was the very first piece of media I was officially obsessed with, and also my longest-lasting obsession. Though, I was too little to understand everything it was about at first, over time I've been so into all its crazy convoluted story, its wonderful and unique characters, the way it tackles its themes, the gameplay, literally everything!

Amity: Have you ever made a big change regarding your appearance? If yes, what was it and what motivated you to do it?

I have made quite a few changes over the years, mostly to my hair. I used to go to a private school as a kid that made us wear uniforms (terrible ones at that, every day I had to restrain myself from grabbing my dad's lighter and setting them on fire), so my hair was one of the few ways I could actually express myself and my style and that made me love experimenting with it. The biggest changes I made were these:

I cut my hair in a really really short bob when I was like 10, and was the only girl with short hair in class. It gave them more reason to tease me, but I didn't care at all. I loved this hairstyle, it reminded me of Kairi's, a character from kh.

When I was in high school I cut my hair in an asymmetrical way. I wanted something more unique.

After my hair got long again, I did dome yellow highlights. I wanted to do blue or purple but my mom would have an aneurysm.

Vee: If you could be anyone else who would you choose to be? (can be a fictional character or a real person)

I think I would be the character I relate to the most: Luz Noceda!

Collector: What was your favorite game as a kid?

Excluding video games, I think it was playing pretend. I remember rounding up my cousins and pretending we were anything and everything. We could be ninjas, keyblade wielders, pokemon trainers, witches and wizards, and we were always having a blast!

Belos: How easy is it for you to change your opinion on something (person, idea etc)?

That depends. If we're talking about ideas, opinions etc. I am pretty adamant, but if I feel something is off and/or I am presented with enough information that suggests I might be wrong, I am open to change my mind (that's how I broke free from a toxic mindset that was induced in me growing up).

For people it's a bit more complicated. If my opinion on a person is negative, I don't change my mind easily, especially if it's personal (i.e. they seriously hurt me pr someone I love). But if I see they're making earnest effort to get better, I can change my mind, even if it won't be in the blink of an eye.

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How Can Lace Front Wigs Ramp Up Your Style?

Short lace front wigs are an amazing option. They can offer you the perfect blend of comfort and versatility. you can go for classic pixies or bold bobs. But what are the ways they can ramp up your style?

The Versatility of Lace Front Wigs One of the most significant advantages of these wigs is their versatility in styling. With a short wig, you have the freedom to experiment with various hairstyles, from sleek and polished to tousled and textured. Whether you prefer a chic, asymmetrical bob or a sophisticated pixie cut, these wigs allow you to switch up your look effortlessly, adapting to any occasion or mood.

Natural-Looking Hairline Unlike traditional wigs, this wig features a sheer lace material along the front hairline, creating a natural-looking appearance that mimics the look of real hair. This seamless integration between the wig and your natural hairline ensures a flawless finish, making it virtually undetectable to the naked eye. As a result, you can confidently wear your wig without worrying about anyone noticing it is not your real hair.

Comfortable Fit and Effortless Maintenance Comfort is key when it comes to wearing wigs, and this type of wig excels in this regard. The lightweight construction and breathable lace cap of this wig provide a comfortable fit that feels natural and secure, even during extended wear. This superior comfort allows you to wear your wig all day long without experiencing any discomfort or irritation, making it an ideal choice for daily wear or special occasions.

Maintaining a short wig is a breeze, thanks to its low-maintenance design. Unlike longer wigs that require more time and effort to style and upkeep, short wigs are easy to care for and style. With minimal styling products and tools, you can quickly refresh your wig’s appearance, ensuring that you always look your best with minimal effort.

Confidence Boost Perhaps the most significant benefit of wearing this wig is the confidence boost it provides. Whether you are dealing with hair loss, thinning hair, or simply want to switch up your look, this wig can help you feel more confident and empowered. By enhancing your natural beauty and allowing you to express yourself creatively, this type of wig gives you the confidence to conquer any situation with style and grace.

Game-Changer Short wigs are a game-changer when it comes to ramping up your style. With their versatility in styling, natural-looking hairline, comfortable fit, effortless maintenance, and confidence-boosting benefits, this type of wig offers a winning combination of fashion and function. Whether you are looking to make a bold statement or simply want to enhance your everyday look, this wig is sure to elevate your style to new heights of glamour and sophistication.

Timeless Hair Trends If you are looking for timeless hair trends, then make sure to visit our online shop. We have a wide collection of short bob lace front wigs. We feature fabulous choices that are always in demand. They are perfect if you want to rock a classic iconic style. Shop now and get a huge discount.

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10 Hairstyles to Consider for 2022-2023: An Easy Guide

Hairstyles have long been an integral component of human identity and self-expression, both throughout history and today. People have styled their locks differently depending on culture, personality traits, fashion trends and social status - or just simply for fun! Nowadays there's an impressive variety of hairstyling techniques and choices. In this comprehensive guide we explore some of the top 10 timeless classic hairstyles which remain trendy today and continue being worn regularly today.

1. The Classic Bob

For generations, the iconic bob has remained one of the most desired hairstyles. Characterized by hair cut straight around the head at jaw level with fringe at front, this timeless hairstyle exudes both simplicity and sophistication, making it suitable for various events and occasions. Customization options like long or asymmetrical versions give this timeless cut a contemporary edge.

2. Timeless Ponytail

A timeless and versatile hairstyle that never goes out of fashion is the ponytail. Composed by pulling back hair with elastic bands at the nape of neck, its height and tightness can vary to offer various styles such as high, low or side ponytail. Perfect for both casual and formal events.

3. The Elegant Bun

 Buns are elegant and classic hairstyles perfect for formal events or creating sophisticated looks. Buns involve twisting or wrapping hair into a circular form before securing it with pins or hair ties to form an oval-like formation, secured using pins or hair ties. There are various kinds of buns such as the ballerina bun, chignon bun, messy bun and topknot; each provides different levels of formality and style.

4. Chic Pixie Cut

The Pixie Cut, first popular in the 1960s and now considered an icon of confidence and modernity, consists of short cropped close to the head hair with varied lengths and layers arranged edgily close. Low maintenance requirements provide for flexible styling options for this short yet stylish hairstyle.

5 Graceful Curls

Curls are timeless hairstyles that exude elegance and femininity, whether achieved naturally or using heat styling tools to achieve them. Curls add volume and texture to hair, whether loose, tight, or anywhere in between; wear down or pull up into various styles - suitable both casually and formally for various looks.

6. Braid Trends

Braids have long been part of hairstyling across cultures for millennia. Braids involve weaving sections of hair together into intricate designs ranging from the classic three-strand braid to more complex fishtail, waterfall or crown braids; there's truly no limit to creativity that braids can express! Plus they make for great statement pieces on any special occasion.

7.Trendy Beach Waves

Beach waves are a stylish yet laid-back hairstyle inspired by natural waves found on beaches around the world. Achieved through various methods such as braiding, curling or using heat stylers - beach waves provide a casual yet fashionable style perfect for an easy, effortless style statement.

8. Suave Side Part

A side part is an elegant yet effective hairstyle whereby all or part of one side's hair falls towards that side of the head, typically along the part's centreline. While placement of parts can vary for various looks, this versatile look suits different lengths and textures of locks well.

9. The Modern Undercut

The undercut is an elegant yet contemporary hairstyle characterized by shorter locks on the sides and longer locks on top, ideal for creating an eye-catching statement style. Recently it has gained tremendous popularity among those wanting an unmistakably unconventional appearance, providing plenty of scope for creative styling options tailored specifically for personal preferences.

10. A Sophisticated Top Knot

The man bun or top knot hairstyle has quickly become one of the trendiest styles around today and provides both style and practicality in one easy package for men looking for modernity in their appearance. It involves gathering the crown area hair into an effortless bun that offers both modernity and functionality. This stylish yet practical choice offers a clean yet modern appearance and should definitely not be disregarded when selecting new looks for yourself or for others!

Hairstyling can be an expressive means of self-expression that plays an essential part in shaping an individual's identity. From classic cuts like the bob and ponytail, to contemporary ones such as the pixie cut and undercut, there is an array of choices in hairstyling available that suit every personality, occasion and fashion trend.

Each hairstyle holds its own charm, cultural meaning, and adaptability; giving individuals the chance to experiment and find what feels authentic to them. From timeless buns for formal events or beach waves for casual days out - choosing your ideal style allows individuals to show the world who they truly are.

In this guide, we have identified ten timeless hairstyles which remain popular over time - reflecting both diversity and beauty of hairstyling. No matter which you select - classic elegance, trendy bold or otherwise - always remember your hairstyle is an opportunity for self-expression with endless potential.

This comprehensive guide offers an in-depth exploration of the top 10 hairstyles, exploring their historical relevance, variations, and adaptability. Each style is described thoroughly, detailing its attributes as well as why it remains popular today. Furthermore, this work illustrates hairstyling's significance as an act of self-expression while simultaneously showcasing different hairdos' beauty and versatility.

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10 Must-Try Hair Topper Styles for a Glam Look in Gomti Nagar

Gomti Nagar, known for its vibrant culture and thriving beauty scene, is the perfect place to experiment with different hairstyles and elevate your look. Hair toppers are a fantastic solution to add volume and length or conceal thinning hair. 

These versatile hairpieces come in various styles and textures, making them a must-try accessory for a glamorous appearance. In this blog post, we'll explore ten must-try hair topper styles that can transform your look and boost your confidence in Gomti Nagar.

Sleek and Straight Topper

Try a sleek and straight hair topper for a chic and polished look. This style is perfect for adding volume to fine hair or for those who prefer a more refined appearance. The smooth and silky texture of the topper will blend seamlessly with your natural hair, creating a sophisticated and glamorous look.

Wavy Bohemian Topper

Channel your inner bohemian goddess with a wavy bohemian hair topper. The soft waves and natural texture will add a touch of effortless charm to your overall look. This style complements various outfits, from casual daytime attire to elegant evening wear, making it a versatile choice for any occasion in Gomti Nagar.

Curly Glam Topper

A curly hair topper is your go-to choice if you're aiming for a dramatic and glamorous look. Curly toppers instantly add volume and bounce, providing a luxurious and eye-catching appearance. Embrace your natural curls or experiment with different patterns to find the style that suits you best.

Bob Cut Topper

A bob-cut topper can work wonders for those seeking a bold and chic change. This style adds a touch of sophistication and elegance to your look, making it a timeless option for casual and formal settings. Whether you opt for a classic bob or an edgy asymmetrical cut, you'll undoubtedly stand out in Gomti Nagar.

Highlighted Topper

Enhance your natural hair color and create dimension with a highlighted hair topper. Highlights add depth and shine to your hairstyle, making it look more vibrant and dynamic. With a range of color options, you can easily find a topper that matches your skin tone and complements your overall style.

Long and Luscious Topper

If you dream of having long, flowing locks, a long and luscious hair topper is the ideal solution. This style is perfect for those with shorter hair who want to add length or for anyone looking to achieve an enchanting, fairy-tale look. The extra length will undoubtedly turn heads wherever you go in Gomti Nagar.

Pixie Cut Topper

Embrace your bold side with a pixie-cut hair topper. This style is great for those who prefer a short, low-maintenance look that exudes confidence and charisma. Experiment with different colors and textures to customize your pixie cut topper and create a look that reflects your personality.

Voluminous Topper

A voluminous hair topper can work wonders for those with thinning hair or hair loss concerns. This style adds fullness and thickness to your natural hair, giving you a boost of confidence in your appearance. With various attachment methods available, you can choose a topper that suits your needs and lifestyle.

Bangs Topper

Transform your hairstyle instantly with bangs toppers. Whether you prefer full, blunt bangs or wispy, side-swept ones, this style can add a youthful and trendy vibe to your overall look. The best part is you can easily switch up your look by wearing or removing the topper with bangs as desired.

Braided Topper

For a unique and eye-catching look, consider a braided hair topper. Braids can add elegance and charm, perfect for weddings, parties, or any special occasion in Gomti Nagar. With different braid styles available, you can choose one that complements your facial features and personal style.

Conclusion

With the ever-evolving fashion trends, hair toppers are gaining momentum as stylish and practical hair solutions. Especially in a trendy locale like Gomti Nagar, a hair topper is the perfect accessory to augment your style quotient while handling hair-thinning issues. So, if you're looking for a hair topper in Gomti Nagar, here are ten must-try styles that will add a touch of glamour to your overall look. 

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Best Passion Twist Hairstyle in Texas

Passion twists have become one of the hottest hair trends, and Texas is no exception to this stylish craze. This unique hairstyle combines the natural beauty of twists with the added flair of vibrant colors and textures, creating a stunning and head-turning look.

If you're searching for a hair braiding shop in Waxahachie Tx, or the best African hair braiding shop near me, especially in Midlothian tx, Milford tx then Authentic African Hair Braiding is the best hair salon that offers a wide range of passion twists hairstyles, each with its unique features and benefits. In this article, we'll explore some of the best passion twist hairstyles in Texas, showcasing the creativity and expertise of local stylists who excel in this art form.

Passion twists

Traditional Passion Twists

When it comes to passion twist hairstyles, the traditional approach remains a popular choice among Texas residents. These twists are usually medium to long in length, providing a versatile canvas for various styling options.

For those seeking a shorter style, short passion twists are an excellent choice. They are perfect for individuals who want a chic and manageable hairstyle that doesn't compromise on style. Short passion twists can be styled in various ways, such as a bob or an asymmetrical cut, allowing you to showcase your personality while keeping things practical and trendy.

If you're looking for more intricate and eye-catching styles, consider trying different passion twist techniques. Some popular options include passion twist styles with curls or waves, where the twists are combined with curls to add a touch of elegance and glamour. Another option is passion twists with accessories, such as beads or cuffs, which enhance the overall look and create a unique visual appeal.

Bohemian Passion Twists

Bohemian passion twists hair and has gained immense popularity among those seeking a free-spirited and boho-chic vibe. These twists feature a slightly looser texture and are often done with jumbo-sized twists, creating a bold and voluminous look.

Bohemian passion twists are great for those who would like to make a statement with their hair and embrace a carefree and artistic style. The loose texture of these twists adds a touch of effortless beauty, giving a whimsical and romantic feel to the overall hairstyle.

Spring Twists

Spring twists offer a unique and trendy twist on traditional passion twists. These twists are typically created using spring twist hair, which has a coil and spring-like texture. The result is a hairstyle that resembles natural curls and coils, providing a fresh and youthful look. Spring twists are known for their lightweight and bouncy nature, making them a comfortable option for extended wear. This design is adaptable and can be made to fit a variety of lengths and thicknesses.

Whether you favor a mid-length spring turn bounce or long and voluminous spring turns, this meshing makes certain to stop people in their tracks any place you go. With spring twists, you can achieve a playful and vibrant look that celebrates your natural beauty.

To Conclude

The world of passion twist hairstyles in Texas offers a wide range of options to suit every taste and preference. From traditional passion twists to bohemian styles and spring twists, there is a perfect hairstyle waiting for you to explore. Whether you're looking for a bold and vibrant look or a more natural and carefree vibe, Texas has talented stylists who can bring your vision to life. Our Authentic African Hair Braiding salon is a reputable salon that specializes in passion twists to achieve the desired look.

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Bob wedge haircut

#Bob wedge haircut free

It is attributed by both black and layered look throughout the head. Straight pompadour hairstyle deserves a spot on this list. Mohican black hairstyle gives you the perfect opportunity to showcase your pretty face and hair. Carry on and form a curvy look on your sideways hair. This style makes it easy to maintain your hair. Afterwards, form a layered look throughout the head. A large fraction of your hair should lie on the left side of the head. It can be either the right or left side of the head. Move on and decide which direction your front view hair should rest facing. As the name suggests, it is characterized by a black look throughout the head. This is one of the few natural hairstyles on this list. It also gives their hair enough breathing space, needed for proper hair growth. Asymmetrical layered hairstyle gives women a lot of designing options. Trim all your hair so that it remains within the neck region. Your right sideways hair should rest straight towards its natural growing direction. Similarly, a large fraction of your mid head hair should rest on the left side of the head. It should conjoin with your left sideways hair. Rest your fringe hair on the left side of the head. It is attributed by both a blonde and layered look throughout the head. The layered look brings out a unique look.Īsymmetrical layered hairstyle deserves a spot on this list. Women who adopt this hairstyle have an easy time maintaining it because of its length. The blue color makes blue side parted bob haircut suitable for only social gatherings. Hair on the left side of the head should rest behind your left ear, whereas the rest should lie straight towards the right side of the head. Proceed and form a layered look throughout the head. Separate your left sideways hair from the rest of front view hair through a cut. Traces of black hair should be visible at some point on your head. Most part of your black hair should attain a blue look. Loose bangs haircut is a casual hairstyle but can be customized to suit official events. Systematically trim your hair so that it remains within the neck region. A section of hair on both sides of the head should rest behind your ears. Hair on the back of the head should rest straight towards its natural growing direction. Comb your front view hair straight either towards the right or left side of the head. Consequently, this hairstyle focuses on forming a layered look throughout the head. Go ahead and give your entire hair a blend of black and blonde color. Here, attention lies on both sides of the head. That’s not all form a curvy look on hair on both sides of the head. Blonde blunt lob haircut can be customized to suit any event that comes your way.

#Bob wedge haircut free

Feel free to trim the edges of your fringe hair to attain a uniform look. Similarly, your mid head should conjoin with both your right and left sideways hair. It should conjoin with hair on both sides of the head. Adopt a layered look before commencing the designing process. Women who adopt this wedge hairstyle have an easy time maintaining it.Īs the name suggests, this glamorous hairstyle is attributed by a blonde look throughout the head. Go on and form a curvy look on both the right and left side of the head. In addition to this, trim your hair so that it remains within the neck region. The rest of your front view hair should lie behind your right ear. Conjoin your mid head, fringe hair and your left sideways hair before combing it straight towards the left side of the head. Enhance the looks and texture of sleek left bob haircut through blow dry. Start off by giving your black hair some traces of blonde color. These hairstyles are recommended for women who desire a temporary hairstyle before adopting a sophisticated one.Ĭheck out the list below and choose hairstyles that fulfill your needs: Sleek left bob haircut.Easy to maintain hairstyles can be managed from the comfort of your house. They can be adopted for a long period.You will spend fewer minutes maintaining this hairstyle. Wedge haircuts are one of the easy to maintain hairstyles. They are less stressful- Some women have limited time in terms of maintaining hairstyles.Below are a few reasons why women love easy to maintain hairstyles: Are you still looking easy to maintain hairstyles? If yes, you are at the right place.

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wait a min who 👀 is Wistoria 👀👀 (i am wondering :)

HGFDSJGJ I love that writing that tag I was like "Krch is gonna ask about them" fdjgkhdfjk that's perfect im going to hug you

So!!! Wist!!! She's my Forsaken OC bc I just really love the deaders and think zombies are cool and think that there is a lot to be done with like... lore bits of the forsaken and you know how much I love my lore bits.

The most concise way I can describe her is she's a Forsaken fashion designer and skin stitcher/bone-engraver who specializes in designing fancy clothes that shows off the exposed or rotting bits of the Forsaken, in an effort to kind of help the people who feel dysphoric about their not-quite-dead bodies and to show people that they can embrace those things they deem "ugly" and make them beautiful, rather than hide them away in shame. However, she wasn't always so willing to embrace it herself.

More on that in the less concise story under the cut lol it got long on accident

(heads up: this characters pronouns are she/they and I use them super interchangeably throughout this. also sorry this took so long to type i got distracted and also wanted to try and cover it the best I could!)

tw for: the typical mentions of bones and missing body parts/rotting flesh typical for forsaken in WoW though nothing too graphic. and also death but her being a zombie that's a given

So, Wistoria herself, before she passed, she was a well-known seamstress in Lordaeron! Born into a noble family (though not high, her parents were only lord/lady), and growing up seeing all the pretty clothes, they pretty quickly learned they wanted to focus themself on that, and their parents supported them in that. After training under a mentor since youth she ended up getting REAL damn good at making clothes - both simple and elaborate. Eventually became the favored tailor to a lot of the nobility. It kind of helped her family climb the political ladder, making dresses and suits for the baroness and the marquis etc. She also loved dressing up herself!

She's a very kind and patient individual, always excited to hear about a client's day or what's going on in their life, though she's quite reserved about herself. They're kind of... quietly charming if that makes sense. Not charming in a way that Flynn Fairwind is, but more in an Anduin-type way? Not the type you'd take for a night out at the bar, more the type you'd have a long personal conversation with over warm tea in a dimly lit coffee shop. Comforting. Fitting sessions are almost like low-key therapy sessions because she feels rather cozy and easy to talk to about troubles - though they're not a therapist lol.

Also a tidbit that I just think is cute - she's taken some training in being a mage! It helps her with her sewing and they are a mage in game so I thought it fit perfect lol

anyways she gets murdered by the scourge and raised again and gets saved by Sylvanas etc etc etc

Due to the way that their corpse rotted, they lost the flesh of their lower jaw, and their chest, leaving her jaw and ribcage exposed.

At first, she was rather horrified by her appearance - as most forsaken are. It scared them to not look like... themself. And even surrounded by other forsaken whose bodies were just as bad off as hers if not worse, she still felt rather uncomfortable with those exposed bones. They typically wore a veil or a poncho to cover themself up as best as they could.

She continued making clothes. Threw themself into the cause to help the newly formed Forsaken. Salvaged cloths from graves to try and make wearable stuff. Helped sew up other forsaken at times, if it was urgent. But mostly helped in making clothes (and sometimes armor) for the people when they needed it.

Then, after the scourge was defeated and they made their new home in Undercity, and things started to shift into a New Normal, they gradually started going back to their roots a bit. Fancier, more dressy clothes. She also frequently ended up making adjustments to clothes she made in the past that old clients managed to salvage - what once fit perfect now didn't, due to lost limbs and lost muscle/fat. And of course, she was happy to restore those old clothes for the client, whatever she could do to help, but those were sometimes a rough job. It kind of brought a bunch of negative thoughts to the forefront when they did them. Their old life was gone and nothing would be the same, their body is no longer the same. Perhaps these clients come to her for alterations on old living clothes because they can't let go of the fact that they're no longer living. That sort of thing. Makes her deeply sad both for the whole of the Forsaken and for herself.

That changes though, as I said.

Soon after they had been saved by Sylvanas, they met Leila - a blood elf. They grew close, then closer, and you could Tell there was a fuck ton of romantic tension there from the start. Over time, Leila kind of helped Wistoria get their confidence back - because if she could love them, they could love themself too. She was still reserved about the way she looked, and still hid it all the time, but then there was a moment that kind of opened her eyes.

So uh, Leila and Wistoria had been out picking flowers that they planned to preserve and use in a dress. While out, Wist managed to slip and fall into a mud puddle and so had to change, but something about That Day she was particularly uncomfortable with her body. They turned away from Leila, and Leila pointed out to them that they didn't have to do that around her - she'd seen it all before anyway. And Wistoria commented how they didn't want to disgust her or anything. Leila frowned at her for a moment and then asks Wistoria to turn to her because she wants to do something. Wist hesitates a moment but from Leila's tone of voice, she knew that it was okay to let her see. Then Leila took some thread, and the flowers they'd just picked together, and - with permission - began tying and weaving them into and through Wistorias ribs. She filled their whole chest cavity meticulously with leaves and flowers and thread. She carefully tied a snapdragon upside down on their sternum. Then, she rummaged for a while through Wistorias fancy clothes, found a jacket, found a skirt, helped Wist get dressed.

Then, when she was finished, she turned Wistoria around and had them look in a mirror. No veil, no cover, just their body and how beautiful it was. Wistoria, of course, ends up crying, because it had just been so LONG since she dressed herself up. She hadn't been able to look at herself naked for longer than a second since she was raised, but now she couldn't stop taking it in, and how pretty it was, and how inspiring.

Leila and her have a long talk, after that, about loving herself and seeing that she didn't need to look like her living self to be beautiful. That her body wasn't this disgusting or uncomfortable thing that she needed to hide or be ashamed of, even with the missing parts.

After this, they still take time to regain their confidence, of course. But with support from Leila (and a lot of my other ocs lol) they get to the point that they love themselves again. They get their bones engraved, and they end up loving it so much that they take it up themself. She dabbles into decorative stitching on skin, something she had shied away from at first. Her clothes start reflecting her comfort, she stops wearing the veil and the cover, wears jackets with no shirt. Until eventually they're designing dresses that are cut specifically to showcase her missing parts. Like a boob window but with no boob, just skeleton!

Eventually, she becomes known for being the best person to come to when trying to get dress clothes that cater to specific missing bits. She makes capes with slits down the middle to expose the spine sticking out. They make one leg on a pantsuit sheer to see the bone. She makes gloves that hook onto the radius and ulna.

She's also a good person to go to if you want some flowers engraved on your bones. :)

Overall she's just. They struggled a lot with being raised but ended up being so proud of the Forsaken and what they've been through, and they end up just being. A real positive force to them bc I've always seen clothes and appearance really important to someone's self-image, at least to me. She wants others to feel as good in their skin, what little they have of it, like she finally does. And it took them a while to get there but they got there and I'm so proud of her 😭🥺🙌

[kanonsarchivedblog]

Hair Cut

Writing Example Word Count: 1430 Rating: T Warnings: Brief description of wound care. Characters: Yumichika Ayasegawa

Shortly after joining the Eleventh ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Each step felt like fire shooting through his legs, starting at the soles of his feet, racing up through his calves, only to settle in his thighs, as if that were its bed for the night. Even so, he dragged himself along, cold night air filling his burning lungs with each breath he drew. His side was white hot, as if a coal had been pressed into the skin and left there, sitting and burning away. It was such a good pain. A little smile tugged at the corner of his lips as the sight of his barrack came into view. His room, his bed- where he could tend to his wounds without feeling shame for grimacing. Where he could see the full extent of the damage done. After all, sparring with your captain was either a great idea if you were in another division, or the absolute worst. Lucky for Ayasegawa Yumichika, it was the latter of the two. He had to prove himself, that’s what he’d been told. He’d come along with the other new recruits; Ikkaku had proven himself two days ago. Today? Today it had been his turn. Watching Ikkaku fight had been amazing, wonderful- it brought back memories of their time in the academy, sparring together and meeting one another blow for blow. The feeling of the blade reverberating within his grasp, the way his blood seemed to sing within his veins, heartbeat pounding in his ears. Yes, this was what he was made for. He was made to fight, to survive. Survival was key in the world he grew up in.

A hand covered with dried blood reached up to grasp the edge of the Shōji, carefully sliding it open. Distantly, he could hear laughter; other members of the Eleventh celebrating. He, too, would celebrate- just not now. Now, he needed to change out of the torn and bloodied shihakusho he wore and make sure nothing was actually broken.

Broken bones meant making a trip to the Fourth, and he’d rather avoid moving any further than necessary. Door closed soundly behind himself, Yumichika took a moment to simply stand and breathe. The fight had lasted longer than he’d expected, Zaraki-taichou pushing him further than he’d pushed the others earlier. But by the Soul King, it had been amazing. Perhaps this would solidify a numbered rank? He certainly hoped so. A numbered rank meant more respect, a better chance at advancing, and a better chance at surviving. He knew his own reiatsu was certainly stronger than some of the grunts that had ended up here; not larger than Ikkaku’s, though. Head tilting, he noted that the ache was beginning to spread throughout his entire body. It felt like he got his shit rocked- and not in the fun, rolling around in a bed sort of way. Then again, that is what happened- he got his shit rocked in front of fifty others. But he’d lasted well over two hours before he finally collapsed. And the smile hadn’t left his lips since then. Gaze drifting around his personal quarters, he paused as he took in the old flowery kimono he once wore. It had been beautiful, well taken care of, and his most prized possession aside from his zanpakutou. Now? Now, it paled in comparison to the shihakusho he donned. A sense of pride swelled within as he limped to the mirror in the corner of the room. A cushion sat before the large mirror, and beside that lay an ivory comb, a small bag containing little pieces of makeup he’d managed to get his hands on through the years, and a much larger bag of first aid supplies. Bloodied fingers grabbed the bag as he settled onto the cushion with a long-suffering sigh. “Shit.” Yumichika murmured, wine toned gaze widening in surprise at the utter mess he was presented with. Carefully, the shihakusho was shrugged off, a hiss escaping his lips as the fabric clung to wounds, the dried blood acting as glue. Head tilting this way then that, he studied the bruises that bloomed along his jawline and torso- and the utter mess that his hair had become. The deep navy locks were a tangled mess, matted and, in some places, uneven. Brow pinching, he turned his attention away from his hair to study the scratches and scrapes along his arms. “Double shit. He really did a damn number on me, didn’t he?” He asked the empty bedroom, staring down at the gash on his side. It wasn’t deep, so it wouldn’t require stitches or any sort of healing. Teeth gritting, he steeled himself for the inevitable sting that would come from rinsing it out. At least he’d had the foresight to ask for water to be delivered to his rooms. He wouldn’t be able to get to his bathroom even if he wanted to, not now. Sitting up on his knees, he grabbed hold of the towels he’d set aside just for instances like this. He needed to flush it first. Kenpachi’s blade didn’t look to be the cleanest, and it obviously wasn’t the most well-kept, given how jagged the gash appears to be. Then again, this wasn’t the worst scar he had. No, that one was on his left thigh, and even now when he looks at it for too long, his stomach twists with the memory. Shaking his head, he drew in a breath before beginning to flush the wound out with clean water. “Fuck, shit, damn it, maybe I should’ve gone to the Fourth,” he muttered under his breath, jaw clenching. “But that’s one long fucking walk that I really don’t want to take. Get it together, Yumi.” Next step, cleaning it with a rag and water. Tears pricked at the inner corners of his eyes from the sharp sting that came with agitating a fresh wound. It took a good few minutes before he was satisfied enough to set the rag aside and slouch, a tear sliding down a pale, unblemished cheek. Ouch. “Tomorrow. The Fourth.” Damn his pride. Angrily, he began to wrap his midsection up with gauze and a white cloth bandage, which only caused the wound to hurt even more, which caused more tears to fall from the pain. By the end of it, he looked a proper mess, bandaged up and crying. Even so, as he studied his reflection, he couldn’t find it in himself to be truly mad. Until he began to try to comb out his hair, and then, reality hit. A lump formed in his throat as he stared at the uneven length. When had Kenpachi even grabbed his hair? Or had he even? Yumichika couldn’t remember; all he knew now was that the waist length locks had been butchered. The hair he’d spent so long growing out, that he’d taken such careful care of- Half of it was cut to his collarbone. The other half was still long. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he reached out, taking hold of his zanpakutou’s hilt. He could hear the spirit whispering to him, wondering what he was doing, what he was planning. He didn’t answer. Instead, he settled the blade on his lap and took out a hair tie, reaching behind himself to gather the mangled, navy tresses into a ponytail that settled at the base of his neck. Wine toned gaze trained upon his reflection, wine toned hues were strong, steeled. Ruri’iro Kujaku hissed as he left his scabbard. The moonlight settled upon the floor beside him, causing the metal to glint in the darkness of the bedroom as he raised in behind his head, the edge settling between the ponytail and his neck. He pulled. Navy locks fell to the ground around him, the remainder swinging forward to settle just below his chin in an asymmetrical bob. Head tilting, he studied his reflection. So much lighter… He shook his head, and the tresses followed the movement. It made a little laugh bubble up. Cutting his hair- that had felt oddly freeing. A smile curled his lips as he reached up and touched the ends. It felt smoother, healthier. Lighter. “Beautiful,” he whispered, a hand cupping his own cheek as he studied his reflection. A tear slid down his cheek, the last bit of mourning leaving him with it. This was who he was. Yumichika Ayasegawa of the Eleventh Division. He will become a seated officer. He will earn the respect of his peers. He will survive this. He will survive.

[crunchykiwibby]

Core Four

Hi! After days of my antics i had decided to show my drawings for my redrawn Descendants next to outfit clarification/ idea for my fanfiction (+ analysis because I love fashion analysis! I watched one episode of the topic and I'm hooked now-) also sorry about the poor camera quality I'll digitalize it soon 😭

So here's them all together:

So what they have in common is the use of patterns and somewhat baggy(ish?) clothing whether it's from the top, ( Carlos, Evie) or by the pants ( Jay, Mal). The next use is pictures or patterns which is pretty predominant in Mal's side of town ( The inner city/ a good most of the Isle except anywhere near the coast. Which is known to be Uma's side of town.) 9 times out of 10 you would see a lot of painted clothes with patterns or designs, pieces of leather or cloth in clothing that can form a pattern or pictures. It is very popular on the Isle to wear gloves, bandages, and something you can at least move in because sometimes certain areas get congested and you might have to jump from a building time to time, run away from a troll, or fight. Also it's good to wear clothes that hide stuff you stole or hide weapons compared to Uma's side of town where you kinda just casually have a dagger or sword out. The inner city fashion is a mix of military, grunge, and goth depending on where you are. And it also reflects in the fanfiction in their Auradon fashion which I'll describe later. Their outfits together all clash but it's unified in one shape or pattern which also presents their friendship.

MAL

So Mal doesn't have fear as she usually doesn't worry about being randomly shanked out of nowhere. Seen here I kept her purple/ green aesthetic but I used a very minium of pink which was her top which was magenta. Her outfit is quite girly tomboyish. Her top is a repurposed binder that she cloth dyed and painted green flames on. I did this changes because she's more of the rambunctious one in the group next to Jay so her clothes are fitted in the purposes of movement next to the fact of her always stealing and running away which I felt that the leather jacket limited her upper body in her og design, I do love the leather don't get me wrong! But it's more practical in fall/winter (assuming that it's pretty tight) than spring and summer which is when my fanfiction takes place. However the use of leather is shown in her pants as the her pockets is dyed leather. Her hair is more blunt like cut and a deeper purple more toward her hair in D3 (Which was the color I like the most) but it's not a long asymmetrical bob it's just a blunt cut bob and she keeps it that way for a while. She aims for that casual militant fashion a lot, as some of her outfits won't look like what is the one above since she's not jumping place to place in Auradon would lean towards edgy and militant for a while until Coronation and later in the series where it leans more like EGIRL/Prep as her hair gets longer and is just plain black and cut again so she would wear a baggy clothes with combat boots in darker shades of purple and green while some of her shoes consist of designs of her own graffiti in the earlier parts and eases slowly into more to skinny jeans and a shirt that's stuck in with some canvas shoes. You notice how her outfits would present a very dominant leader energy because her outfits would stand out a lot when she stands with the group. Reflecting her always in control and assertive role as leader in the group. Whether in maybe the graphics on her shirt or the pattern until later where her and the core four all equally stand out in their own ways but not clash with one another and she's not trying to outshine any of them. So her style choices in the beginning reflects how she sees herself more of a pawn to her mother and more of someone was placed in charge due to her mother's orders which makes her prone to have a harder time shifting from that mindset in the beginning.

EVIE

Her outfit is very male gaze oriented, intentionally as presented on how she was raised so how she dresses is out of place for normal people on the Isle that live more in the inner city as she dresses more for fashionable and what the Isle consider Auradon like. However don't get it twisted because her outfit is quite practical than one thinks. Her outfit is a dress with attached shorts that is hard to see due to her dress because she dresses in a way for the male gaze. Her sleeves are utilized in a way that she can keep weapons. Any weapon. Same applies to her dress skirt the cut is makes her capable of sneaking in a knife or something same rules don't apply to her purse as it just keeps makeup and a mirror in hand for quick access. Her dress is pretty tight at the waist as her mother always say "tinier the waist the better" and the closest thing of love she got from her mom is that she complimented her waist so her outfits then on compliment her waistline. Her colors are still blue and red as her mother thinks that what works because Snow White but later on she will have mementos of her mother's colors of red, black, purple, greens, and gold albeit jewelry or clothing pieces. Her shoes aren't made for any parkour. Most of her shoes are heels. Mother says a girl in heels fluctuate the legs. Her hair is in the braid as it makes her face pop out more, it represents also the strict beauty guidelines she follows due to her mother's influence so her hair will always be up and tight until later on she starts wearing it loser to present how confident she is in her skin. Her hair leans towards a black blue color it's has a blue shine if you see it in the sun which has a slight color reference to her D1 hair mixed with D3. As a result her Auradon fashion can be formed with ease as it's a easier transition since she dresses like that before going to Auradon so her outfits would be very reflective of what's popular in Auradon without the prep, so she would wear dresses but they would be in darker colors and have a few spikes. Of if she was wearing a skirt it would be a synthetic leather. Her fashion is edgy prep until later in the series where it's still edgy but has a color tune up a bit. Her outfits will very much reflecting of fitting in Auradon as much as possible and try to appeal to the male gaze in Auradon as she would try to look more modest and muted compared to everyone in the group until later on she's comfortable of being herself as she dresses more for herself and wears what's fashionable and what makes her comfortable than what her mother thinks. Her outfit choices reflects more of her needing to be approved by others which makes her have a wavering confidence in what she wears forming into her wearing clothes she would never be caught dead wearing but has to so she gets her mother's and other's approval until she realizes that she lives for her not anyone else.

JAY

This dude knows he's a little shit. So he dresses like one. His is simple and it reflects that he needs to have places to store a box cutter and a cheap necklace. He's all about practicality. He hates and I mean HATES anything that prevents him from moving in absolute precision. There is no leather on him besides his pants which are similar to Mal's with the leather accents. Now his hair is long and just up until later he wears is down often and is just styled. So his Auradon outfits will reflect Mal in some form, it's different because it leans towards athlesiure, jock, and skater in many different ways until later he leans towards athlesiure and jock with a sprinkle of skeeter fashion with brighter colors and more simplicity so not a lot of patterns or graphics. His earlier outfits will always be outshined by Mal. No matter how similar it can be it will always be outshined by Mal. His outfit choices shows how he just goes along with Mal because that's who he knew the longest next to the fact that he doesn't crave the same need for power and leadership as Mal does he just in it for the loot and his mindset isn't about teamwork it's just what works for enough for him to get his share until he notices that he gets and works enough to get his share but...he isn't noticed that also made sure everyone get theirs, just somewhat ran over just because everyone assumes he doesn't care when he does or take it for themselves so they get brighter and become separate and drastically different from Mal making him shine.

CARLOS

His outfits are practical yet fashionable like Evie's but simple. He wears anything that makes him blend in blend in. He blends in so hard that Evie stands out more than him. His clothes are very two sided like his mom's hair but he only literally have one outfit since being on the Isle and what was in his bag of stuff when he went to Auradon was like a few inventions and games and some pictures and his oversized jacket and finally getting new clothes given by Evie and some new friends he makes as seen worn here because he doesn't really go out. His hair remains the same and just gradually gets longer and he can place it in a ponytail. Which if posted on his friend's stories just looks like a maltese ponytail. His Auradon outfits are simple and blends in more better in Auradon than Evie's. He mostly wear button up shirts with some pants or sweater. He just is scared and a lot of his clothes represent security in the beginning so some of clothes would be bagger than others until later he becomes more secure and wears clothes that reflects his newfound happiness and security which is more fashionable and what's popular with Auradonian boys while being himself. As with such with the two-sided clothing from before it also presents what his personality is like really in real life, and his oversized jacket is washed its a pure white jacket. He's witty and comical and iconic while also being anxious and terrified. So his outfit choices reflects him coming out of his shell show what more of him meets the eye making him be the iconic king he is.

I hope that this analysis makes sense 😭 please let me know if it doesn't! Also i would like to hear some suggestions because ironically fashion is also not my strong suit and I'm worried that I made them too ooc but know disney i probably wasn't far off smh-

[missmalice202]

Designing Your Melody: Chapter 09 - Letters

Chapter 01 - Chapter 08

With less than three weeks to go until Paris’s Fall Fashion Week, Marinette was surprisingly relaxed. After her initial fittings with both Adrien and Juleka, she had been sewing non-stop in preparation for her first major fashion show of her career. A select few of her pieces had been featured in shows and competitions before, but this was to be her official debut of “Designs by Marinette” and she couldn’t be more excited… or more terrified.

So far, she had been making amazing progress completing her collection. Most of Adrien’s looks were finished. It had been a big help that his measurements over the years hadn’t changed much, so a lot of the clothing she had made hadn’t needed much altering to fit the slender model to perfection. She really was fortunate to have such a good friend in Adrien. The advice and behind the scenes knowledge of Fashion Week he had shared with her made her confident that she was mentally prepared for her show. Admittedly, she still had had a panic attack or two due to the immense pressure she was putting on herself, but for her, that was significant progress from the absolute mess she used to be in high school. Yay for maturity! She giggled as she thought that maybe her online screen name may have rubbed some of its good luck onto her.

Carefully hanging up a meticulously packed garment bag on the portable clothing rack she had purchased for the show, she looked at her tablet once more and checked off another item on her “Fashion Week Collection Pieces” checklist.

Setting her tablet down on her sewing table, she heard the alarm on her phone begin to chime. Brow furrowed, she walked over to where it lay next to her computer, still attached to the charger. Why had she set an alarm? She couldn’t remember if she had to do anything today. Later in the morning she was expecting a delivery from the fabric store that she had ordered the lining for Juleka’s final look from, but she wouldn’t have set an alarm to remind her of that.

Upon reading the text on screen accompanying the alarm, Marinette gasped. How could she possibly forget? She had an appointment to meet with the producer of her fashion show to go over music and a few last-minute details at 11:00am. She had thirty minutes to get to the venue on time and no time to call and reschedule the delivery of her material.

Shoving her feet into her pink ballet flats, she hastily tugged the pencil she had used to hold her midnight locks in a messy bun out of her hair and raced over to her vanity mirror. After a quick finger comb to smooth out any obvious kinks, she hastily tied her hair back into her signature pigtails. She grabbed her purse, stuffed her phone inside, and was down the trap door.

She stopped at the counter where her mother was taking care of customers to ask her mother to tell the delivery boy to take her package up to her room when he arrived to drop it off. She wanted to be extra careful with the expensive material she had ordered to be the showpiece of her collection. And frankly, she didn’t want a trace of flour to mar the beautiful deep purple satin she had chosen for her masterpiece.

With a kiss blown to her mom over her shoulder and a shouted “Au revoir” to her papa, Marinette was out the door, disappearing down the street in a blur before the door closed behind her.

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Pedaling down the street with his guitar safely stowed away on his bike, Luka once again checked the GPS on his phone to make sure he was going to the right address.

A few minutes ago, while he had been sitting in the park, noodling on his guitar, he had gotten a text from the courier service he worked for, VeloPostal, asking him to make a pickup and delivery. He’d sent a reply text that he accepted the job, packed up his guitar and set out on his way to the specialty textile store, Brocade, to pick up a bolt of fabric that was to be delivered to a bakery of all places. Why a bakery would want expensive fabric, Luka could only wonder. To each their own, he supposed.

After he signed for the delivery, he secured the large bold of fabric to the back of his bike and once again brought up the job description on the phone. For the first time, he noticed the name of the bakery he was to make the delivery to: Tom & Sabine’s Boulangerie and Patisserie, the very same bakery that Juleka had brought home those delicious pastries from.

The corner of his mouth turned up in a small smile as he thanked his luck on this job. Ever since he had eaten their delicious confections, he had been meaning to track down that bakery so he could get some more, but between working for the delivery service and putting up with Jagged and Mr. Roth’s antics, he just hadn’t had the time to scour the city in search of tasty treats. But today was apparently his lucky day.

With renewed enthusiasm, he pushed himself to go faster to arrive at the bakery. Parking his bike against the pale limestone wall of the bakery, he gently removed the bundle of cloth from the back of his bike and entered the building.

Immediately, he was surrounded by the delicious scent of freshly baked bread and hot, sweet icing. The bell over the door announced his arrival and behind the counter, a pretty little Asian woman looked around the customer she was currently serving and smiled at him.

“I’ll be right with you, dear.” Her voice was lyrical in its clarity, having a sweet tone to it and an almost breathless quality to it. He smiled at her and crossed over the black and white tiled floor to the display case. As he gazed upon its offerings, he completely forgot his reason for being there. The sparkling glass shelves were filled to the brim with an assortment of flaky pastries, berry topped cakes, multi-colored macaroons, and even a triple layer chocolate cake, a hefty wedge missing from where it had already been sampled by the masses. Mouth watering at the appetizing food on the other side of the glass, he gripped the package he was supposed to deliver closer to his chest to keep himself from caressing the glass in a somewhat obscene manner.

“Can I help you, sweetie,” the woman behind the counter asked sweetly.

Jerking his head to snap out of his reverie, Luka reluctantly pulled his eyes away from the display of delicacies and focused his marine eyes on the woman. “I’m with VeloPostal with a delivery from Brocade,” he said.

Eyes falling to the plastic wrapped package in his arms, the woman’s mouth bowed in a smile. “Ah yes, My daughter mentioned that she was expecting a delivery.” She wiped her hands on the apron covering her front and walked around the counter to stand in front of him. His lips quirked as he observed how much short she was compared to him.

She gazed up at him and tilted her head slightly. “I wonder if I could trouble you for a small favor. Would you be so kind as to bring that up to my daughter’s room?”

Luka hesitated. It was usually frowned upon to enter a customer’s home and he didn’t want to get in trouble with his employer.

“I understand that it’s a strange request, but I have to watch the register and Tom is in the back getting an order ready. I’d leave it down here in the bakery, but unfortunately, flour and dark fabric just do not mix well. My daughter asked me before she left to have you bring it up to her room.” She tilted her head in the other direction and looked up at him with eyes sparkling with humor. “If there are any issues, I’ll take full responsibility.”

He thought about it for a moment. “I’ll tell you what, if you can box me up a half dozen of those croissants and a slice of that fruit tart, then I’ll be a customer. There aren’t any rules about customers doing you any favors, is there?”

She blinked at him for a moment, before throwing her head back and laughing. “Oh, I like you.” She turned and walked back behind the counter and grabbed a box to pack his order into. “You’re funny. For doing me a favor, it’s on the house. That way, it’s a favor between friends.”

He grinned at her, nodding his head. “I like the sound of that. My name is Luka.”

“Enchantée, Luka. I’m Sabine. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she replied.

Introductions made, he followed her directions up the stairs and made his way to the top floor of the cozy little apartment. Upon entering the room on the other side of the trap door, the first thing he noticed was the chaos. Bits of fabric and scraps of paper were scattered all over the wood floor. It was made obvious that the room belonged to a seamstress, given the sewing machine in a place of honor in the middle of the room, surrounded by other bits and bobs of her craft.

He looked around to find a safe place to leave his cargo and he decided that the best place to leave it would be right on her worktable. Tiptoeing around the mess on the floor lest he unknowingly disrupt a vital piece of her creative process, he made his way to the table that was home to a green cutting mat and multiple other folded bits of fabric. He gently placed the bolt on top and turned to leave.

And froze. There, against the wall behind the trap door, was a pair of dress forms, one male, one female. The female form was unadorned, but he didn’t notice its naked state in his captivation.

On the male dress form was a work of art. A finely patterned blazed hung from the form’s broad shoulders. The black fabric of the garment shimmered with a nearly imperceptible pattern of vines and the lapels were made out of silk brocade patterned with ivy leaves the color of freshly cut grass. Asymmetrical pockets accented by the same brocade were detailed on the front, one pocket on the left hip, two on the right. Stepping closer to get a better look at the jacket, Luka noticed that the lapels sparkled with fine golden thread; tiny, hand-embroidered veins decorating the ivy leaves.

The construction of the garment reminds him of the design that had haunted him since the day he picked it up from under his boot. Looking up from the piece, he notices the drawings taped to her wall behind the forms which he assumes is for easy access to her designs when she’s working on the pieces.

Stepping closer, his heart stopped.

There, in the corner of every drawing, are three small letters: MDC. He reached his hand out to trace them before he realized what he was about to do. Here he is, in her private domain, invading her personal space. The tips of his ears color and he quickly withdrew his hand and shoved them both into his jacket pockets. After one last glance around her creative space, he descends the stairs into to bakery below.

Sabine – Mrs. Cheng – was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for him, his box of baked goods in her hands. “Thank you so much for bringing that up for me,” she said.

Once more embarrassed at almost losing his cool and touching her personal effects, Luka dragged his eyes away from her observing expression and trained them on the box she holds out for him to take.

“It’s no problem at all, Mrs. …” he trailed off, stretching the silence he hoped she’d fill.

Quirking an eyebrow, she smiled in response to his not-so-subtle inquiry. “Cheng. I kept my last name after I married my husband, Tom. This bakery has been passed down in his family, so our daughter’s last name is hyphenated so if she decides to take it over someday, it’ll still be a DuPain Bakery.”

He chuckled, walking with her as she returned to her spot behind the counter. “From what I saw upstairs, it looks like your daughter has another career path in mind.”

Sabine’s smile was blinding as she proudly said, “I know. My Marinette’s dream is to become a famous fashion designer. She’s well on her way, too.” She sighed. “My husband and I are so proud of her, but I know deep down Tom wishes she would take over the bakery when she gets older.” Shrugging her shoulders, she continues, “But I know that’s not where her heart lies.”

Nodding his head in understanding, Luka bids her adieu and leaves the bakery.

Now armed with her name, Marinette DuPain-Cheng (and some delicious, flaky pastries), he dons his helmet and pedals off down the road, more determined than ever to make the Tom & Sabine bakery a regular stop. Who knows? Maybe next time he’s in the mood for a croissant, he’ll run into Mademoiselle Marinette, his mystery muse.

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Chapter 10

*Woohoo! He finally knows her name! yay! progress! But it’s not going to be that easy... or is it? Find out next time, my lovelies XOXO*

[bloomingwisteria]

𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙀𝙭𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚/𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙤: 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝘾𝙪𝙩 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Each step felt like fire shooting through his legs, starting at the soles of his feet, racing up through his calves, only to settle in his thighs, as if that were its bed for the night. Even so, he dragged himself along, cold night air filling his burning lungs with each breath he drew. His side was white hot, as if a coal had been pressed into the skin and left there, sitting and burning away. It was such a good pain. A little smile tugged at the corner of his lips as the sight of his barrack came into view. His room, his bed- where he could tend to his wounds without feeling shame for grimacing. Where he could see the full extent of the damage done. After all, sparring with your captain was either a great idea if you were in another division, or the absolute worst. Luckily for Ayasegawa Yumichika, it was the latter of the two. He had to prove himself, that’s what he’d been told. He’d come along with the other new recruits; Ikkaku had proven himself two days ago. Today? Today it had been his turn. Watching Ikkaku fight had been amazing, wonderful- it brought back memories of their time in the academy, sparring together and meeting one another blow for blow. The feeling of the blade reverberating within his grasp, the way his blood seemed to sing within his veins, heartbeat pounding in his ears. Yes, this was what he was made for. He was made to fight, to survive. Survival was key in the world he grew up in. A hand covered with dried blood reached up to grasp the edge of the Shōji, carefully sliding it open. Distantly, he could hear laughter; other members of the Eleventh celebrating. He, too, would celebrate- just not now. Now, he needed to change out of the torn and bloodied shihakusho he wore and make sure nothing was actually broken. Broken bones meant making a trip to the Fourth, and he’d rather avoid moving any further than necessary. Door closed soundly behind himself, Yumichika took a moment to simply stand and breathe. The fight had lasted longer than he’d expected, Zaraki-taichou pushing him further than he’d pushed the others earlier. But by the Soul King, it had been amazing. Perhaps this would solidify a numbered rank? He certainly hoped so. A numbered rank meant more respect, a better chance at advancing, and a better chance at surviving. He knew his own reiatsu was certainly stronger than some of the grunts that had ended up here; not larger than Ikkaku’s, though. Head tilting, he noted that the ache was beginning to spread throughout his entire body. It felt like he got his shit rocked- and not in the fun, rolling around in a bed sort of way. Then again, that is what happened- he got his shit rocked in front of fifty others. But he’d lasted well over two hours before he finally collapsed. And the smile hadn’t left his lips since then. Gaze drifting around his personal quarters, he paused as he took in the old flowery kimono he once wore. It had been beautiful, well taken care of, and his most prized possession aside from his zanpakutou. Now? Now, it paled in comparison to the shihakusho he donned. A sense of pride swelled within as he limped to the mirror in the corner of the room. A cushion sat before the large mirror, and beside that lay an ivory comb, a small bag containing little pieces of makeup he’d managed to get his hands on through the years, and a much larger bag of first aid supplies. Bloodied fingers grabbed the bag as he settled onto the cushion with a long-suffering sigh. “Shit.” Yumichika murmured, wine toned gaze widening in surprise at the utter mess he was presented with. Carefully, the shihakusho was shrugged off, a hiss escaping his lips as the fabric clung to wounds, the dried blood acting as glue. Head tilting this way then that, he studied the bruises that bloomed along his jawline and torso- and the utter mess that his hair had become. The deep navy locks were a tangled mess, matted and, in some places, uneven. Brow pinching, he turned his attention away from his hair to study the scratches and scrapes along his arms. “Double shit. He really did a damn number on me, didn’t he?” He asked the empty bedroom, staring down at the gash on his side. It wasn’t deep, so it wouldn’t require stitches or any sort of healing. Teeth gritting, he steeled himself for the inevitable sting that would come from rinsing it out. At least he’d had the foresight to ask for water to be delivered to his rooms. He wouldn’t be able to get to his bathroom even if he wanted to, not now. Sitting up on his knees, he grabbed hold of the towels he’d set aside just for instances like this. He needed to flush it first. Kenpachi’s blade didn’t look to be the cleanest, and it obviously wasn’t the most well-kept, given how jagged the gash appears to be. Then again, this wasn’t the worst scar he had. No, that one was on his left thigh, and even now when he looks at it for too long, his stomach twists with the memory. Shaking his head, he drew in a breath before beginning to flush the wound out with clean water. “Fuck, shit, damn it, maybe I should’ve gone to the Fourth,” he muttered under his breath, jaw clenching. “But that’s one long fucking walk that I really don’t want to take. Get it together, Yumi.” Next step, cleaning it with a rag and water. Tears pricked at the inner corners of his eyes from the sharp sting that came with agitating a fresh wound. It took a good few minutes before he was satisfied enough to set the rag aside and slouch, a tear sliding down a pale, unblemished cheek. Ouch. “Tomorrow. The Fourth.” Damn his pride. Angrily, he began to wrap his midsection up with gauze and a white cloth bandage, which only caused the wound to hurt even more, which caused more tears to fall from the pain. By the end of it, he looked a proper mess, bandaged up and crying. Even so, as he studied his reflection, he couldn’t find it in himself to be truly mad. Until he began to try to comb out his hair, and then, reality hit. A lump formed in his throat as he stared at the uneven length. When had Kenpachi even grabbed his hair? Or had he even? Yumichika couldn’t remember; all he knew now was that the waist length locks had been butchered. The hair he’d spent so long growing out, that he’d taken such careful care of- Half of it was cut to his collarbone. The other half was still long. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he reached out, taking hold of his zanpakutou’s hilt. He could hear the spirit whispering to him, wondering what he was doing, what he was planning. He didn’t answer. Instead, he settled the blade on his lap and took out a hair tie, reaching behind himself to gather the mangled, navy tresses into a ponytail that settled at the base of his neck. Wine toned gaze trained upon his reflection, wine toned hues were strong, steeled. Ruri’iro Kujaku hissed as he left his scabbard. The moonlight settled upon the floor beside him, causing the metal to glint in the darkness of the bedroom as he raised in behind his head, the edge settling between the ponytail and his neck. He pulled. Navy locks fell to the ground around him, the remainder swinging forward to settle just below his chin in an asymmetrical bob. Head tilting, he studied his reflection. So much lighter… He shook his head, and the tresses followed the movement. It made a little laugh bubble up. Cutting his hair- that had felt oddly freeing. A smile curled his lips as he reached up and touched the ends. It felt smoother, healthier. Lighter. “Beautiful,” he whispered, a hand cupping his own cheek as he studied his reflection. A tear slid down his cheek, the last bit of mourning leaving him with it. This was who he was. Yumichika Ayasegawa of the Eleventh Division. He will become a seated officer. He will earn the respect of his peers. He will survive this. He will survive.

[sunel0]

So @mercheswan re-tagged me into the answer 10 questions - come up with 10 questions - tag 10 people thing, but I’m only going to answer them this time around as an act of procrastination:DD

1. Have you ever had the same hairstyle? Or have you tried with different ones?

I had my first proper haircut when I was 4, and it was like a really short pixie cut (my mother had one back then and I wanted too), then I had a bob kind of thing not longer than shoulder-length, then when I was nine I cut them very short with two long locks, and then I had a bob until the spring of my second year in uni when I had an asymmetrical haircut with a shaved side dyed violet, and then i had just an asymmetrical haircut, and then again dyed pink and turquoise, and then just like very short one, and last month I shaved it to 2.5 cm

2. Favourite Disney Movie.

I’m much more of a Pixar kind of girl (that would be Toy Story 2), so I guess something like Brave?

3. If you could choose between being a Werewolf, Vampire or Witch, What would you want to be?

A witch (then a vampire, and only then a werewolf)

4. Your Pokemon Partner.

I have no idea what’s this means, I’ve never seen or played Pokemon:’D

5. Do you live in the city/town you were born?

Yep, even on the same street

6. A song that’s currently stuck in your head.

Unbreakable by Madison Beer

7. Do you have any allergies?

Penicillin and penicillin-based antibiotics 

8. Subjet you hated the most during High School.

Maybe Chemistry? Although the last year I dropped majoring in it and then it was amazing, I was just sitting there reading a book for my Literature state exam

9. What was your favorite toy when you were a child?

I had a stuffed dog named Squirrel (Belka actually like the one we sent to space) and then another one named Tit like a bird screw you English

10. If you were asked to name a law in your country and explain its content, more or less. Will you be able to?

Nope, my younger sister might be able to, but the only thing I can explain in the Great Vowel Shift

[ktrsss1fics]

i got u: one.

i. gap

Fearne Phillips was a bitch.

That’s what the guy who hit on her last Christmas at a sweets shop in Surrey said when she wouldn’t give him her number.

That’s what Simon Elliott cried when she broke his arm for calling her best friend fat.

That’s what the media thought when she refused to speak about why her relationship with Louis Tomlinson had ended.

That’s what Jessica from Teen Scene Magazine was currently thinking when she refused to give young girls tips on how to seduce men.

Fearne Phillips was one of a kind. She wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. If she was uncomfortable, she was going to let you know. Most people called her reckless for it. Others called her iconic. She didn’t see herself as either of those things.

She saw herself as one thing: tired. Tired of having to be perfect. Tired of having to be prim and proper. Tired of being told what the projected sales and media trends would be if she acted a certain way. She just wanted to be Fearne.

She wouldn’t get to be that for another month. She had a few more festivals to get through before she had an entire year off. She couldn’t believe it.

Fearne had signed a record deal at eighteen and essentially grew up in the spotlight. They saw her through the good, the bad, and the ugly. That decade of stardom had its ups and downs. The worst of it was five years ago when things started to go south with the love of her life.

Sometimes things don’t always work out according to plan. That job at that high profile modeling agency is less about fashion and more about having the ability to memorize multiple coffee orders.  That asymmetrical bob that looked adorable on the girl on the train somehow got turned into a shaggy looking bowl cut. That attractive guy from accounting who said he was actually going to call doesn’t end up calling.

Long distance relationships are one of those things that don’t always work out as they should. Three little words are whispered through telephone lines instead of being said face to face. Beds are shared with computer screens instead of warm bodies. Feelings of contentment are replaced by worry and doubt.

Relationships become plagued with catastrophic fights about minuscule things. Calls start to get shorter and text messages begin to stop. That feeling of love once shared starts to dwindle down to nothing.

A type of exhaustion sets in that never can be satisfied. It doesn’t go away with a weekend in bed or trip back home. It settles. It latches onto every fiber and festers until it’s too late. The mind, body, and soul become infected and a monster is created. Once it’s released, there is no hope for humanity.

Fearne Phillips and Louis Tomlinson knew that monster too well. It’s what started to transform after four long years of a relationship on the road. She was never home and he could never get away.  The lack of affection and time spent together took its toll on the young couple. Before they knew it, it was over.

It didn’t just end though. It blew up. It was plastered over every tabloid magazine in the country. It was broadcasted on the morning news. It was all over the Internet for her to relive day in and day out.

That first year was the hardest. She lost herself completely. She broke his heart and she could never forgive herself for it. Why? Because Louis Tomlinson was the greatest man she had ever met and he didn’t deserve what she put him through. He deserved better and always would.

As time moved on, the only things she could rely on to keep her from falling apart again were her friends and her job. Her soul sister, Samantha Jane, fought off any man who tried to get close to her while her manager, Declan, did his best to keep her focused on her music. Her older brother, Archie, was just along for the ride. When the going got tough, he stepped in and nursed his baby sister back to health. She didn’t know what she’d do without them.

Every year, she found a way to repay them for putting up with her. This year she managed to get them VIP passes to a handful of festivals throughout the UK. They were currently attending the Glastonbury Festival. Well, Samantha Jane and Archie were attending the festival. Fearne was on the clock. She had been tucked away in an oversized tent answering the same five questions for various media publications. She wouldn’t get to join them until after her set.

Declan did his best to keep her happy but she wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone else. She needed a recharge. The last one did her head in.

“I’m not doin’ another one.” Fearne looked over at the bearded man beside her. “I’m done.”

“I’m takin’ care of it,” Declan said — thumbs flying as he typed away on his phone. “Got her editor’s number. She’s a friend of Jimmy.”

“That was just bull shit.” She said. “I didn’t overreact, did I?”

“Shite reporting.” Declan glances up. “If you were a twenty-eight-year-old lad, you’d be labeled a legend... absolutely killing it.”

“Right?” Fearne ran her hands over her face. “Made me come off as a proper slag. I don’t even know any of those men. Would you want your niece to read an article where her favorite celebrity tells her how to sleep around with men? I know I wouldn’t.”

“I’ll take care of it, Fearnie. Don’t worry pet.” Declan winked. “Now head toward the end of the tent.”

“I’m not doing another interview.” She sighed looking up at him. “I will punch someone.”

“It’s with Radio 1,” Declan explained. “Probably with Scott who you haven’t seen in ages. He won’t do anything to harm ya.”

Fearne thought about it for a moment. “ I do like Scott.”

“And you won’t punch him because he’s a good man. You’ll be fine.” Declan said urging her to start walking.

“I just want to clarify that I wouldn’t be upset if she hadn’t been so rude. Young women should know how to navigate the dating world but they shouldn’t be treated as if their only important role in life is to be a side piece for a man.”

“Yeah, yeah all that feminist shite,” Declan mumbled dryly.

Fearne shoved him playfully. “Fuck right off, Declan Jay.”

“Easy there, Pip Squeak.” He said stabilizing himself.

“I just don’t like people who make female celebrities out to be tarts because they’ve got male friends. I’m more than that.” She sighed.

“You do know you don’t need the validation of some teenage tabloid, right? You’re Fearne motherfucking Phillips.” Declan said with a cheesy grin. “The girl who nearly got kicked of secondary school for getting her nose pierced. The girl who sold out the O2 four nights in a row during her first arena tour. The girl who outlasted every single guy on Lads on Tour last summer.”

He continued, “Lionesses like you shouldn’t worry about sheep like her.”

Fearne opened her mouth to say something but decided to walk away instead. Sometimes that man knew exactly what to say to help her refocus. She decided to give him what he wanted. She made her way towards the northern end of the tent to a table dedicated to the BBC’s finest radio station. Declan started to ramble on about how lovely women were in hopes of making her feel better. He didn’t need to say anything but she appreciated that he had.

“Fuck.”

Declan stopped abruptly leaving the woman standing beside him confused. Without saying another word, the six-foot-tall man wedged his body between her and their destination.

“What the fuck, Deco?” Fearne asked.

“Mental health check.” He said crossing his arms over his chest. “0-10, how we doin?”

“I’m fine.” She said not understanding his sudden change in mood.

“That’s not a number.” Declan sighed.

“Why? What’d you see?” Fearne asked attempting to look over his shoulder.

“Just want to make sure me girl is fine after that last one,” Declan explained. “Have you calmed down a bit?”

“Oh, I’m still annoyed but —“ Fearne said standing on the tips of her toes trying to look over his shoulder.

“Need a number Fearnie.” He said calmly.

“Bout a six.” She said knowing that anything lower would set off the alarm bells.

“Good.” He nodded before handing over her phone. “Text Arch and SJ bout what they’re up to now, yeah?”

Fearne smiled swiping her cell phone from his hand.

“Promise you’re gonna stay at a six no matter what happens?” Declan asked.

“I’ll try me best,” Fearne said, eyes glued to her phone. “Don’t know what you’re so worried about Deco.”

“Horan’s here,” Declan said relaxing a bit.

“When is he ever not here? He loves this festival.” Fearne said smirking at something her best friend had sent. “Where’d ya see him?”

Declan nodded behind him. “At the Booth.”

Fearne looked up. “He is the most efficient producer at the BBC so that makes sense.”

“You’re going to have to speak to him,” Declan said. “Still gonna be a six?”

“Niall Horan is a ray of sunshine,” Fearne said still not getting what the big deal was. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Fearnie, I need you to —“ Declan started to say.

“Give me five more minutes with Samantha Jane and I’ll do whatever you want. Okay? You go check in or whatever it is you do and I’ll be your perfect pop star.” She said with a weak smile.

Declan didn’t respond. He turned around and headed toward the makeshift radio studio. He was on edge. Niall Horan was a legend. He always brought the party wherever he went. He also was the sole producer of the show Fearne’s ex-boyfriend hosted. The two were rarely seen without each other — especially during festival season.

Before he had a chance to scope out who was working, a firm hand latched onto Declan’s shoulder. He turned around to find a dark-haired Irishman smiling back at him.

“Well look who the fuck it is.” Niall’s thick Irish accent called out.

“Are you ever not working?” Declan joked as he pulled his old friend into a hug.

“You should know I’d never miss out on the Bury, Deco,” Niall said with a laugh.

The two friends briefly caught up as arrangements were made for the interview. Stories about touring and family members were shared between the men. The reason they were connected was carefully being avoided. Declan knew he needed to bring it up but was worried about the answer.

“So um, is he here?” Declan said in a low voice.

“Yeah but he’s not doing the interview. I uh made sure of it. It’s Matt.” Niall said softly. “How’s she doing?”

“Just came out of a rough one so I need something to cheer her up,” Declan said glancing over at Fearne.

“The lads went to the loo so it’ll be a bit but we’ll take care of our girl.” Niall smiled. “Don’t worry.”

“Thanks, Ni.” Declan nodded.

“Just looking out for both of ‘em,” Niall said.

“Fearne,” Declan called out.

Fearne looked up from her phone and found two sets of eyes watching her closely. She put a brave face on and headed towards them. One more interview to go and she’d be free. One more interview with her ex-boyfriend’s best friend and she’d be free. She could do it. She knew she could.

“Fearne Phillips, who’d ya sell your soul to because you haven’t aged a day, love,”  Niall said with a smirk.

“If I told ya, I’d have to kill ya,” Fearne said stepping into his warm embrace.

“I can’t believe this motherfucker is still your minder. Would have ditched him ages ago.” Niall said as he squeezed her tight.

“Ehh, I’ve grown quite fond of him,” Fearne said with a smile. “Lets me do whatever I want.”

“Oh, I believe that.” He smiled.

Fearne stepped back, “I like the hair change. Suits you.”

“Makes me more distinguished,” Niall said before leaning in close. “All the birds are into it.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Haven’t changed a bit, Ni.”

“I have to get shit ready so why don’t you take a seat on the ol’ sofa and I’ll let you know when we’re all queued up.” He said with a wink.

Fearne looked over to find a lumpy old couch with two teal pillows sitting across from a makeshift soundboard. Heat rushed to her cheeks. She had some very fond memories from a couch that looked almost identical to the one staring back at her.

“Ni is this —-“ Fearne started to ask.

“Fuck no.” Niall cackled. “We got rid of it after um that.”

“Oh… well, it wasn’t that comfortable anyways.” She said shyly.

“He begs to differ,” Niall said with a smirk.

“How’s he doing?” Fearne asked — surprised at the words that had just come out. She didn’t know whether she was being polite or if she genuinely cared. She hadn’t thought about him in a while.

Declan and Niall looked just as surprised as she did.

“Still the same pain in the ass we know and love,” Niall said with a small smile.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else.” She smiled going back to the messages on her phone. She needed to prevent herself from saying anything else unexpected.

Fearne Phillips hadn’t thought about Louis in about a year. She’d see his face when certain songs would come on the radio. She’d hear his laugh when certain jokes were told. But she hadn’t seriously thought about the man she had loved in quite some time. She did wonder how he was but never intended on asking about him. She wasn’t the type to fawn over exes. After the breakup, she would move on as quickly as she could. Louis was different though. He was her best friend.

Seeing Niall was a great reminder of those days.

She was in the middle of explaining what had happened to her brother and best friend when she noticed a group form at the table across from her. Hushed voices were talking quickly. Something was wrong but she wasn’t going to let it get to her. She promised Declan she would stay at a six and that was one promise she couldn’t afford to break.

Her phone started to blow up as her two favorite people started weighing in on the situation at hand. She knew she could count on them to keep her distracted and that’s exactly what they did.

“Now then, let’s get this show on the road, Phillips.” A voice called out pulling her away from the conversation on her phone.

As she looked up, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Standing in front of her in a pair of muddy wellies was a man she hadn’t spoken to in ages. A man she dedicated two entire albums and an endless amount of notebooks to. A man whose face was now covered in facial hair and laughter lines. A man she had truly missed.

“Tommo,” She beamed taking her in ex-boyfriend’s appearance. “What the fuck are you wearin’ mate?”

“What?” The young man asked looking down at his outfit. “I look goddamn sexy, Phillips.”

Fearne shook her head standing up. “Look like you should be helping me nan with her back garden.”

“Oh fuck you.” Louis chuckled before pulling her into his arms for a hug. Her body effortlessly molded into the places that used to be called home. Everyone around them stood with bated breath unsure of how this interaction was going to turn out.

“Are you giving the interview then?” Fearne asked forcing herself to let go of his body.

Louis fought through a fake smile. “Unfortunately.”

Her hazel eyes lit up. “This is going to be brilliant.”

Something about the way she spoke caught Louis’ attention. She seemed tired and on edge. It had been a while but that man knew her better than anyone else. His eyes scanned her face for answers but fell short.

“Whatcha lookin’ at punk?” She said narrowing her eyes at him playfully.

He shook his head before stepping in close, “Y’alright?”

“I’m fab Lou.” She faked a smile. He didn’t buy it. Before he could dig a little deeper, papers were shoved in his face as a camera was slowly being set up.

Work was to be done.

Louis slid into the spot beside her on the couch. He rested his elbows on the tops of his legs as he studied the list of questions he was supposed to be asking. Fearne studied his face. She almost couldn’t believe it. His boyish features were no longer present. A week’s worth of stubble and some late nights in the studio had left him looking much older.

As he looked up to ask Niall a question, Fearne got a glimpse of his baby blue eyes. They were just as warm and inviting as they used to be but something was a bit off. She knew the look in his eyes all too well. It was the same look he had when he met her dad for the first time. It was the look he had on their first weekend away together. It was the same look he had the night he told her he loved her.

Despite his efforts to try to play it cool, there was no denying he was nervous.

Hoping to remedy the situation, Fearne nudged his leg gently with her own. His eyes left the commotion surrounding them and focused on her.  

“See anyone play yet?” She asked with an inviting smile.  

He knew what she was trying to do. He appreciated it. A wave of nerves had hit him when Matt said he couldn’t do the interview. He didn’t think he could do it either.

Fearne Phillips wasn’t just another musician at a festival that he needed to interview. She was his greatest love story. Every memory from his twenties had her in it. He didn’t need to fall in love ever again because nothing could compare to the time he spent with her.

Once they split, those memories were too much to handle. Her music disappeared from his show. Her albums sat on his shelf unopened. He couldn’t bring himself to be around things that reminded him of her. He wasn’t strong enough.

Seeing her after all this time was unlike anything he had ever imagined. His pulse began to race, butterflies took flight, and every day spent missing her seemed worth it.

“I went with Fiona and Jack to see Cage earlier and I saw a bit of Cold War Kids but that’s it.” He said putting on a fake smile. “What about you?”

“I’ve been stuck in here all morning.” She said sounding disappointed. “Probably won’t see anyone until after I get off stage.”

“You need to fire that minder of yours,” Louis said glancing over at Declan. “He’s overworking you.”

“Tell me about it.” She sighed.

“You sure you’re okay?” He said in a low voice.

Fearne raised an eyebrow. “Are you?”

“S’been a bit. Just nerves.” He grinned shyly.

“It’s just me, Lou,” Fearne said.

“Yeah, multi-platinum award-winning international superstar Fearne Phillips,” Louis said glancing down at his sheet of paper.

“Oh, you mean the same Fearne Phillips who can’t figure out how to build a fucking bookcase.” She said with a smirk.

His face lit up. “You still have it?”

“All me books are in piles on the floor. Samantha Jane nearly wrecks them every time she’s drunk.” Fearne admitted shyly. “The wood bits are under my bed. I’m convinced they didn’t put all the pieces in the box as a ploy to get me to buy another one.”

Louis bit back a smile. Three weeks after they met, Fearne bought a bookcase for the flat she shared with Samantha Jane. The girls were on an independence kick. They wanted to prove they could do things on their own. Samantha Jane orchestrated the completion of a bathroom remodel while Fearne focused on furniture. She got everything done but the bookcase.

One Friday night, he attempted to ask her out on a proper date but she asked if he wanted to come over instead. She rambled on about their new flat and her struggles with the furniture and how she couldn’t let her brother know she needed help. Without a second thought, Louis picked up a pizza and made his way over to help.

Things had been going well. He was already smitten and it hadn’t been that long. When they were almost finished, Louis realized he needed to figure out a way to continue seeing Fearne. Thinking on his feet, he slipped a piece of hardware into his pocket when she had left to get another beer from the kitchen. If it was missing, she couldn’t finish the job. If she couldn’t finish the job, he figured she’d be in need of his help once more.

Five years and one hell of a ride later, that piece of hardware was still buried in the drawer of his bedside table.

“Why not throw it out?” Louis asked genuinely curious as to why she kept it. He had asked himself the same question plenty of times. There was never a good enough reason to do so.

Fearne just shrugged. “Stubborn, I guess.”

“Fuckin’ Northerners.” He shook his head.

“They’re the worst.” She smiled. “Right?”

Louis laughed. “The fucking worst. All about their footie and Oasis.”

Her eyes lit up causing a smirk to form on his face. “You shut your bastard mouth, Tomlinson.”

“Oi love birds, we’ve got bad news.” Niall interrupted. “The camera isn’t working so it’s only audio.”

“Not a problem,” Fearne replied. “No one really needs to see my manky ol’ wellies anyways.”

“What she really means is her manky ol’ mug.” Louis popped off playfully.

Fearne glared at the man sitting across from her. “Like you should be talking, garden gnome.”

His mouth hung open in shock as she giggled to herself. Before he could defend his wardrobe choice, he was forced to get the interview started. He shot her a glare before clearing his throat and testing the microphone.

“Testing, testing. Tommo’s about to interview the biggest brat at Glastonbury.” He enunciated.

“How very dare you.” Fearne glared making the boys around her laugh.

Getting the all clear from Niall, Louis cleared his throat and went into interviewer mode.

“We are at the Glastonbury Festival with the ever so lovely Fearne Phillips,” Louis said as his crew cheered.

“Oi oi,” Fearne replied with a genuine smile on her face.

“You’ve got to talk into the microphone, love.” Louis teased. “S’not like you been doin’ this all morning.”

Her face lit up at his jesting. A playful glare and bare middle finger made their way into the interview.

“Anyways, y’alright Fearnie?” He asked with a smile.

“Doin’ just fine Lou.” She replied with a nod. “You?”

“Couldn’t be better.” He blushed. “How’s the festival been treatin’ ya so far?”

“So far so good. Nothing beats festival season if you ask me.”

“I hear that.” He laughed. “This year’s lineup is pretty ace and I’m told that’s why it sold out in a matter of minutes. Anyone you’re looking forward to seeing?”

“The  highlights so far have definitely been The Wombats and Wiley.” She said adjusting the microphone in her hand. “Today will probably be The Kooks if I can make it happen.”

His eyes locked with hers. That was their band. The first band they saw together. The band that constantly crept in and out of their relationship. They couldn’t listen to a song without thinking of each other.

“Think they’re gonna pay ‘Gap’?” He asked with a smirk.

Fearne rolled her eyes. Every single time they saw The Kooks play, Louis made a bet on whether or not they’d play his favorite song. The reward always changed but his side never did. Unfortunately, he was always wrong.

“Mate, come off it. You’re never gonna hear ‘em play ‘Gap’ live.” She said with a grin. “Just not meant to be.”

“I think it’ll happen. So, what’s on the setlist for you today? Anything off the new album? Or are we sticking to the classics?” He said smoothly navigating the conservation in another direction.

“Um, well it’s a bit of both. A few oldies might make their way back on stage. A lot from the album we just toured with.” She said trying to picture the list of songs she had decided on. “I actually have a brand new song that I was hoping to test out.”

“Oh my days, you heard it here folks. Everyone at Glastonbury is going to get a Fearne Phillips exclusive.” He teased. “Is this the first time it’s going to be heard by virgin ears?”

“I mean my brother has heard it at least twenty times so…”

Louis couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t think he’ll appreciate that one. Arch, I’ll make sure Ni edits that out for ya, mate.”

“I’ve had to endure his obnoxious snoring for the past three days. He can handle some teasing — it’s the least he could do.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Arch is here?” He asked sounding surprised.

Fearne shook her head, “I should not have told you that.”

Louis’ eyes crinkled as a knowing smile took form. The bromance that had formed between him and Fearne’s brother was unlike any other. Whenever they were together chaos ensued. They had tried to keep in touch after the break-up but it was too difficult.

“Um, I think it’s time to wrap this up, Fearnie. Another Phillips needs to my attention.” Louis said with a playful wink.

“He’ll be going on about that for weeks.” Fearne laughed.

“Good.” He grinned. “We all know you are a veteran of the festival. What are some tips and tricks you’ve learned through the years that some of us more novice attendees should know?”

“I’m amused that you consider yourself a novice, but um make sure you stay hydrated throughout the day. Come with a group you won’t get angry with after five minutes of being with them.” Fearne said trying to think of advice she’d want to hear. “Keep a list of set times and emergency contacts accessible at all times.”

Louis opened his mouth but she quickly cut him off.

“Oh, and don’t take an open bevvy from anyone you don’t know!” She rattled off quickly.

His eyes crinkled as he bit back a smile. She hadn’t changed a bit. Before he could tease her for her maternal instincts, a hand signal was given meaning he needed to move a little quicker. He started asking questions sent in by fans. Before the pair of exes knew it, the interview was over.

“That’s a wrap,” Niall said leaning over the portable soundboard. “Well done.”

“What’s next for you?” Louis asked as a couple of interns started to gather up the microphones.

“More bull shit.” She mumbled leaning forward. “That I really don’t want to do.”

“Why haven’t you fired him?” Louis said his voice low and concerned. “He always does this to you.”

“He’s been me best mate for ages. It’s not all his fault. The team expects the moon.”

Louis shook his head. She really hadn’t changed. She was still the same girl who worked too hard for people who could care less. She was constantly being thrown in a thousand directions and never got a chance to take a break.

“Interview before you wanted me to give teenage girls advice on how to pick up men.” She said sounding glum. “Said nothing about my foundation or charity work. Nothing about how my profits for the last two tours went to music education and girls’ clubs throughout the UK.”

She turned towards him. “You were photographed with this man, this man, and this man. How’d you get them in the sack, Fearne? Give our readers a tutorial on how to lure babes in.”

“I’m fucking tired, Tommo.” She sighed. “Same ol’ shit.”

The exhaustion in her voice ripped him apart.

He reached over to comfort her but stopped halfway. He didn’t know if he should. That wasn’t his job anymore. He wasn’t her protector or confidante. He was the one who threw in the towel when things got rough. He was the one who left her in a hotel room in New York because he couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t be in a relationship with an empty bed relying heavily on FaceTime calls and red-eye flights.

He couldn’t be the man she needed and that killed him.

Louis knew he needed to say something though. The look on her face was a look he had seen on more than one occasion. He knew she needed to know that someone was in her corner — that someone was proud of her. However, he didn’t know how much merit he held when it came to Fearne Phillips Fan Club.

He opened his mouth to say something but Declan snagged her attention away. He rambled on about potentially squeezing one more interview in. Fearne tried to argue but her manager wasn’t having it. It’s what the team wanted. His phone started to ring putting a pause in the conversation.

“Have you eaten?” Louis asked pulling her attention away from the situation that was taking place.

She shook her head. “I’m supposed to meet up with SJ and Arch after this.”

“Don’t let him make you do anything else without eating.” He said softly. “The mini shepherd's pies at the booth by the toilets are just like the ones back home. I highly recommend them.”

“I really just want chips. Do they have them?” She asked sounding hopeful.

“Yeah pretty decent too —especially with a pint.”

“Can’t have one of those yet. Still on duty.” Fearne groaned.

“Same here.” Louis smiled.

“What’s on the books for the rest of the day?” She asked trying to take the attention off her.

“A few more interviews and then just chillin’.” He said making her smile.

“You seriously have the life, mate,” Fearne said.

“Best job in the world.” He winked.

“Tell me about it.” She said with a grin.

“What times your set today?” He asked cautiously.

“Five,” Fearne said mid-yawn. “Or so I’m told.”

“Excited for it?” Louis asked.

“Are you always in interview mode?” Niall asked walking by. “Give the girl a break.”

“Yeah, give the girl a break.” Fearne laughed leaning back against the couch.

“Fuck off.” Louis blushed. “Both of ya.”

The pair of adults sat quietly for a few moments watching people work around them. Declan stood off to the side with his phone pressed to his ear. Niall was glued to his laptop trying to fix some kind of recording issue.

“Arch is going to be so happy to see you,” Fearne said.

“Missed that man,” Louis said turning towards her.

Fearne yawned again. “Think Deco will notice if I slip away for a quick snooze?”

“Ehh I’d give him about fifteen minutes before he actually notices,” Louis said leaning against the back of the couch. “I’ll create a diversion for you.”

“You’re the real MVP, Lou.” Fearne smiled.

“Kooks are on at seven, yeah?” He asked with a yawn.

“Uh, I think so.” She yawned back before closing her eyes.

“You really don’t think they are gonna play ‘Gap’?” Louis asked watching her face. She was even more gorgeous than he remembered.

“When have they ever?” She replied.

He scanned her face once more before responding, “You never know anything could happen.”

“Fearne, we have to — shit… is she asleep?” Declan’s voice called out from in front of them.

“Come back in twenty and she’ll be ready to go,” Louis said taking his eyes off the woman beside her.

“Fearne, we have to go. Russell wants a quick word.” Declan said walking towards the couch.

“Tell Russell he can fuck off,” Fearne replied dryly.

“He writes my checks so I can’t do that,” Declan said as he slipped his phone into his pocket.

“Actually, mate, she’s the one who writes your checks.” Louis nodded towards Fearne. “Without this one, you lot wouldn’t have jobs.”

A small smile formed on Fearne’s face as she opened one eye to look at the man sitting beside her. If there was one thing she loved about Louis Tomlinson, it was his ability to stick up for the people he cared about. No matter what the circumstances where, if you meant something to him, he’d have your back for life. It was nice to see that despite everything that had happened between them, when it came down to it, he still cared.

“Easy there, Lou. We all know how this fight ends.” Fearne said patting him on the leg.

“Still doesn’t make it right.” He mumbled shyly.

“We need to go,” Declan said ignoring whatever moment was being shared.

“I’m not doing anything until I get food,” Fearne said as she stood up. A smug smirk formed on Louis’ face. He always liked when she took his advice and stood up for herself.

“We have to talk to —“ Declan started to say.

“Fuck Russell. I’m starving.” She said placing her hands on her hips. “I’m eating with my brother and SJ. Fuck I’ll even take eating with Tommo and Ni. I need food.”

“Diva,” Declan mumbled as he pulled out his phone to send a quick update to her team.

“Up for some grub?” Fearne asked nodding at Louis.

“You American now?” Louis teased making her blush.

“Lived in LA for a month and she thinks she’s a Yank.” Declan joked — eyes never leaving his phone.

Louis laughed at the light jesting.

“Fuck you,” Fearne mumbled shyly.

“Tommo, we are about twenty minutes out for the next one,” Niall called over to him.

“So that’s a no on food,” Fearne said with a weak smile.

“Kooks at seven?” Louis asked as he stood up.

“If I can make it, yeah,” Fearne said leaning in for the hug.

“Brilliant,” Louis said as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Good to see you, Lou.” She whispered in his ear.

“You too, Fearnie,” Louis whispered back.

And like that, she was gone.

Louis stood quietly as his mind attempted to process what had just happened.

Niall walked over and closed the space between them. He patted Louis’ side gently. “Talk to me.”

“Did that really just happen?” Louis asked — his voice low and full of disbelief.

“It’s just Fearnie,” Niall said. “You can breathe now.”

Louis exhaled loudly as he turned towards his best friend. They had talked about this moment hypothetically on weekends away and drunken nights out. Never in a million years had he anticipated running into her again. He had made a point to avoid her at all costs. He just couldn’t bear the thought of seeing her after everything that happened. It hurt too much.

“You did good.” Niall smiled. “Take a ten and call Mum, yeah?”

“She’s in the middle of the lunch rush at the diner,” Louis said checking the time on his phone. “And besides, a woman like Fearne Phillips deserves more than a ten-minute analysis with Sadie.”

“Okay,” Niall said gnawing on his lower lip. “Um, tell me what you need. A break? A pint?”

“I-I-I don’t know,” Louis stuttered not sure what he needed to do to get his heart to stop pounding. He cleared his throat and looked around the tent. “Let’s just go on with the show and deal with it later.”

“Lou--” Niall sighed.

Louis faked a smile and patted his best friend on the stomach. “I’ll be fine. Promise.”

“Fuck, Tommo. We don’t need a repeat of--” Niall started to say as Louis placed a hand on the Irishman’s shoulder.

“S’not gonna be like last time,” Louis said unconvincingly. “Let’s just uh focus on the next interview.”

“Alright.” Niall sighed. “If you need a minute, you have to tell me.”

“Ni, fuck off.” Louis smiled. “I’m good.”

But Louis Tomlinson wasn’t good. His body went into autopilot for the rest of the evening. Cheeky banter, a flirtatious wink, and his outspoken behavior were thrown into each remaining interviews. The show went on as usual.

Louis Tomlinson’s mind, however, was nowhere near the musical festival. It was grounded at Customs at Heathrow the day things ended. It danced around that chippery in Brighton they went to in the summer. It flew across the States making pit stops in Denial and Despair. It sat on his mum’s couch as she laid into him for giving up so easily. It froze when it remembered the way she would stare at him when he told a story — as if she’d never heard anything like it. It stressed over what he was to do next.

Did he call his mother? Did he get drunk and try to forget the woman who was unforgettable? Or did he give in to his desires and watch her play for the first time in ages?

Because that’s really what he wanted to do. As soon as she walked away, he wanted to be beside her. He wanted to hear her sing and watch her perform. He wanted to make her laugh and have her call him a bastard when the tiniest things inconvenienced her. He wanted so many things that he hadn’t wanted in years and that was terrifying.

Louis couldn’t believe what he was about to witness. It took three pints and two shepherd’s pies to convince himself to walk across the venue to stand side stage for one of the biggest acts in all of England. He was hoping the liquid courage would get him through the songs he knew were about him and the ones he hadn’t heard yet.

“You sure about this, Lou?” Niall asked as they claimed their spot.

Louis laughed nervously, “Not in the slightest.”

“We can uh go hang around until it’s time for The Kooks.” Niall offered knowing this was a big step for his best friend.

The drum kits were being switched out as the crowd started to grow in size. The two men shuffled out of the way as crew members worked as quickly as they could to get things ready.

“I am at a music festival and ‘ve barely seen anyone play. Can we please just watch a set?” Louis groaned annoyed.

“We can go pick another one,” Niall said. “I’m sure some indie group is playing across the way.”

“You knew as soon as I saw her I was going to be drawn in again,” Louis said. “Haven’t listened to her sing in five years. First thing I thought of when she walked away was that I’m going to see her set today. Don’t know what it is about her, Ni, but I have to be here.”

Niall nodded knowing it was inevitable. Once Louis set his mind on something he rarely changed it. “Can you give me a signal if it gets to be too much?”

“God, you sound just like Liv.” Louis laughed thinking of his sister.

“Why’s that?” Niall asked confused.

“Ever since she was twelve, Olivia decided she needed to look after her big brother,” Louis explained. “Mum was busy with the diner. Dad was non-existent. When I’d come home from uni, I’d try to make sure things were in order around the house. Liv would always try to take care of me.”

“On my first Fearneless Christmas, we went to me Uncle Tim’s house. I drove Liv while Mum drove the others. She was going to stay at Aunt Margie’s while me and the girls headed down to Dad’s.” Louis continued. “No one really said anything but they were keeping an eye on me. Liv told me that if I needed a break to come squeeze her elbow and she’d intervene.”

“She’s a smart kid.” Niall smiled. “How’d that turn out for you?”

“Pop and Gran knew better to bring it up. Aunt Margie gave me a little cuddle when we finally went inside. Fuckin’ Uncle Tim and his twat of a girlfriend were only concerned with what I was going to sell to the media about the relationship. ‘Did Fearne do this? Did Fearne do that?’ Absolute bull shit.”

“It didn’t get to me until his girlfriend’s daughter started to slag her off. It took one squeeze and Liv was making an excuse to get us both outside. She stole me keys and drove us to a park nearby. I cried in the passenger seat and she just let me. She didn’t try to make things better. She didn’t try to change the subject. She just let me know it was going to get better.”

Niall couldn’t help but smile at the heartwarming story. The bond between Louis and his siblings was truly one of a kind.

“She’s gonna flip when she hears about how today went,” Louis said with a soft smile.

Guitars were being brought in and an ancient looking rug was being placed center stage.

“How bad are the songs?” Louis asked in a hushed tone.

“Nothing you can’t handle,” Niall said. “We still haven’t talked about earlier.”

“Can’t we just debrief tomorrow morning like we do every festival?” Louis asked rolling his eyes — not wanting to have analyze everything that had happened earlier in the day.

“This isn’t like every festival.” Niall pointed out.

“I survived the interview. I can survive the set.” Louis said trying to convince himself more than anything.

“You sure about that Tomlinson?” The voice of a woman he never thought he’d run into again said from beside him.

Standing in all her glory was Fearne's best friend, Samantha Jane Wilkinson.

“Sammy J!” Niall cheered as he made his way towards the tall blonde. “Lookin’ good babes.”

“You are like a fine wine, Horan.” The woman said kissing his cheek. “Better with age.”

Niall Horan’s infamous laugh filled the air as she moved towards Louis. Without saying a word, she pulled him into a hug. He placed a brief kiss on her cheek before saying hello.

“So Tommo, who the fuck did you bribe at the BBC to get that interview with Fearnie earlier?” She asked as she pulled away.

“No one,” Louis said feeling his chest grow tight. He knew how her mind worked and he couldn’t say that he had missed it.

Samantha Jane had always been overprotective of Fearne and wary of anyone who got too close. Her brash and boisterous attitude constantly clashed with Louis’ causing a love-hate relationship to form between the two.

“Really?” Samantha Jane asked unimpressed.

“Matt had some dodgy meat and is still shitting his brains out as we speak,” Louis explained.

“Right.” She replied dryly.

“Go check the loo for yourself,” Niall said trying to help Louis out. “I had it planned so they’d never see each other.”

“So it was fate, then?” Samantha Jane tilted her head. “Interesting.”

“How ya been, babe?” Niall asked trying to change the subject. Louis didn’t need this kind of talk filling his already confused head.

“Fab. Just livin’ the life.” She smiled sadly. Both men took note of it. “How bout you guys?”

“Can’t complain. Living the dream every day.” Niall said rocking back on his heels.

“Just keepin’ busy,” Louis said.

“If you want to see Arch, he usually stands on the other side.” Samantha Jane pointed out.

“Oh yeah?” Louis asked turning his attention to the opposite side of the stage. Fearne’s older brother stood with a drink in his hand as he talked to a pair of blondes.

“Him and Fucktard don’t let me near them when she’s on stage.” She explained.

Louis turned towards her confused, “Why?”

“No idea.” Samantha Jane sighed. “It’s Declan’s doing. Apparently, I’m a distraction.”

“Why the fuck is that man still around?” Louis crossed his arms over chest.

“You know how she is.” The woman sighed as she settled into a spot beside him. “The team thinks he’s good at his job and we’ve been mates since we were in nappies so he’s here for good.”

“Fucking bull shit, if you ask me,” Louis mumbled.

“At least that’s something we still agree on.” She said.

A small huddle formed near the stairs leading up to the stage. Microphones were being checked while a sea of people waited anxiously for Fearne and her band to take the stage. Louis almost couldn’t believe his eyes at the size of the crowd that had formed. If there was anyone that deserved that kind of recognition, it was her.

Before he could get caught up in the insanity of it all, Louis felt someone nudge him. The blonde woman beside him moved a bit closer to him before speaking in a low tone.

“Don’t know what you did, Lou.” She said placing a hand on his shoulder. “She came back like a bloody schoolgirl.”

“I-I-I didn’t do anything.” Louis sputtered.

“She was giddy, mate. I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen her genuinely happy.” Samantha Jane smiled.

“When you barely get any time off and are living out of a suitcase, I could see that bein’ true,” Louis said.

“She’s getting time off so it’ll be good for her.” She said.

“Until something pops up and she has to do it or Russell will be up her arse about it,” Louis said as he watched Declan appear across the stage.

“She needs new people around her but she won’t listen to me when I try to tell her.” Samantha Jane said sounding a bit disappointed. “I guess I did that to myself though.”

She cleared her throat hoping it would distract him from what she had said. “Anyways, I don’t know what today means or if this is going to be a reoccurring thing.”

Louis looked at her confused. “What are you on about?”

“She’s not as strong as she looks so if whatever this is going to be goes south again, you’re going to have to answer to me this time. Got it?” She stated with a bit of malice.

“Something has to happen before it can go south.” He shot back ignoring the thoughts in the back of his mind. He wasn’t going to go there. It was too soon.

“I know I’m jumping the gun but I can’t lose her again.” Samantha Jane said. “She’s all I’ve got.”

“Don’t worry, Sam. I wo—“ Louis started to say before he was drowned out by the screams of the crowd.

The fiery brunette who held a special place in his heart raced past him and took her place in the center of the stage.

“Glastonbury,” Fearne yelled out. “How the fuck are ya?”

A smug look formed on his face. She hadn’t changed a bit.

Samantha Jane leaned in and cupped her hand over his ear before she spoke. “Our girl has become one hell of a performer. You’re in for a treat.”

Samantha Jane was right. Fearne Phillips was one hell of a performer and Louis nearly regretted staying away from her music for the past few years. Her stage presence and artistry were truly one of a kind. She really was one of the greatest artists of their generation. Louis spent the entirety of her set absolutely buzzing. Music festivals were tough for him. It was a lot of work and very little play so when he got the opportunity to see a set he tried to make it count.

Oddly enough, watching his ex-girlfriend sing songs about him and their past had proven to be worth it. He followed Niall down the stairs as crew members rushed past them to start taking things down. Samantha Jane followed behind him typing away on her phone.

Niall opened his mouth to ask what was going to happen next but the leggy blonde in the back beat him to it.

“You lot stayin’ for Kooks?” Samantha Jane asked looking between the pair of men.

“Uh, yeah,” Louis responded without missing a beat.

Niall shot him a concerned look but Louis dismissed it.

“Boss Lady wants us to head over there and she’ll meet us there. That alright with you, Ni?” She asked focusing back on her phone.

Niall looked at Louis. “You sure bout this?”

“He survived the interview and the set. Tommo can do anythin’.” Samantha Jane teased.

“Oh fuck off,” Louis said with a laugh.

“Arch will be absolutely chuffed to see ya both.” She smiled slipping her phone into her bag. “Glad you said yes. Boss Lady wasn’t gonna let me walk by meself anyways.”

“She runs a tight ship.” Niall joked.

“You have no fucking idea.” She rolled her eyes.

The group of adults made their way out of the backstage area and onto the festival grounds. They had thirty minutes to walk across the field, reunite with their friends, and claim their spot.

As they reached their designated meet spot, Niall and Louis shared a look that was usually reserved for “on the air” moments. It was a way for Niall to check in on Louis without drawing other people’s attention. He signed that he was good allowing the Irishman to take a sigh of relief.

“So Nialler, gotta life or death question for ya. Are you single or what?” Samantha Jane asked.

“Why? You down?” Niall smirked causing a pretty serious blush to form on the young woman’s cheeks.

“She’d eat you alive, mate,” Louis said shaking his head.

Samantha Jane tilted her head to the side. “He could handle it.”

Niall shifted on his feet not realizing how much damage a gaze from Samantha Jane Wilkinson could cause.

“He’s my baby. You’d destroy him.” Louis said glancing over at his best friend. “Can’t be havin’ that.”

“I thought you were trying to get with Declan,” Niall asked finally finding his voice.

“No. He tried it on with me.” Samantha Jane said. “And then Fearnie but uh that didn’t go over too well.”

Louis stayed quiet. He always had a feeling that Declan was a bit smitten with his missus but he could never prove it. Hearing he tried something with Fearne after they split wasn’t surprising in the slightest.

“That’s a story for another day.” Samantha Jane said before clearing her throat. “So, you lads seeing anyone?”

“Do you ever keep it in your pants, SJ?” Archie Phillips called out catching everyone’s attention.

“Like you should be talking.” Samantha Jane said rolling her eyes.

“Not my fault, ladies love me,” Archie said smugly. “Unlike you.”

“Arch, leave her alone,” Fearne said hitting her brother across the stomach.

“Yeah. Leave me alone.” Samantha Jane retorted childishly.

“As you get older, you think to yourself that maybe today will be the day when they grow out of it. That maybe this will be the moment of clarity they need.” Archie said looking around the group. “But then it hits you, they’ll never change.”

“They are always going to be annoying little sisters.” Archie winked at Louis.

“Little sisters really are the worst.” Louis laughed as he moved towards the man.

“Bring it in bruv.” Archie smiled with outstretched arms.

“It’s been too long.” Louis smiled as the two men embraced.

“Tell me about it. You’re almost an old man now.” Archie said making the others laugh.

“Like he should be talking.” Samantha Jane mumbled.

“Oi, watch it, Sammy.” Archie glared.

“How the fuck is City at the top of the table?” Louis asked stepping away from the man who was like an older brother to him.

“Because United doesn’t know how to play football.” Archie deadpanned making his sister laugh.

“Let’s not talk football.” Samantha Jane sighed.

“Just because you guys picked a shit team—“ Fearne started to say before Louis cut her off.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just because at the moment you’re doin’ well for yourself doesn’t mean you can be all high n’ mighty, Phillips.” Louis teased.

She threw her hands up in defense. “Sorry, didn’t know it was a touchy subject for ya.”

Louis rolled his eyes while the people around him laughed.

“Question for ya though, how are the Donny Rovers doin’?” She smirked knowing his other football team wasn’t doing too well either.

“Oh fuck you.” He shook his head.

“That was a low blow, Fearnie.” Archie sighed. “That’s the man’s pride and joy right there.”

“Seems to me Louis doesn’t know how to pick a football team.” Fearne smiled making Louis blush.

“You have one good season and you think you’re hot shit.” Louis shook his head as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“How many times has United won the title since Fergie left?” She shot back making Niall laugh.

Louis attempted to defend himself but he couldn’t. A pleased look formed on his ex-girlfriend’s face.

“We’ve got all night to watch you twos flirt with each other. I need me a pint. Anyone else keen?��� Archie teased.

Everyone in their small group had agreed that a pint (or two) was needed.

“I’ll go with you to get one,” Fearne said quickly.

“It’s okay. Deco and the Irish One can come with me.” Archie said thinking on his feet. Keeping his sister safe was a top priority and having her walk around in a crowd of festival-goers didn’t seem like a good idea.

“You sure about this?” Niall asked looking over at Louis.

“Yeah. What he said.” Fearne said giving her brother a confused look.

“SJ can play minder. Make sure everything goes smoothly. No more football talk until we get back. Sound good?” Archie said giving his sister a reassuring look.

“I don’t know if that’s smart,” Declan said moving closer to Fearne. “Maybe I should stay back too.”

Louis kept his eyes on Fearne’s face. She was not having it.

“It’s fine. Go with Arch.” Louis said stepping in. “We’ll behave. We’re adults now.”

“I’ll take care of your babies.” Samantha Jane said catching onto what Louis was trying to do.  “We’ll be good, yeah?”

“Alright, let’s go boys,” Archie said turning around.

With that, Fearne Phillips found herself alone with her best friend and her ex-boyfriend. It was such a weird feeling. She never thought she’d get this moment again. She turned to say something but Samantha Jane just shook her head.

“What?” Fearne asked confused.

“He’s got to go.” Samantha Jane said with a serious look on her face.

“Sam, I can’t—“ Fearne sighed knowing what she was referring to.

“At least tell Arch. He deserves to know.” Samantha Jane said.

“We can talk about this later,” Fearne said glancing at Louis shyly.

“He knows you can take care of things on your own so why was he was so keen to stay?” Samantha Jane pointed out.

“Because I’m here,” Louis said. “He’s always been a jealous twat.”

“But he’s good at his job,” Fearne said as if that were a good enough reason.

“You deserve better than that,” Louis said with a sad smile.

Fearne felt her cheeks grow warm. She knew Louis was right but he didn’t know the whole story. In an attempt to change the subject, Fearne cleared her throat and threw a fabricated smile on her face before looking between Louis and her best friend.“Guess what this twat asked me today during the interview?”

“If he fucking brought up ‘Gap’, I’m gonna lose it.” Samantha Jane said looking over at Louis.

“Still thinks they are gonna play it.” Fearne laughed making Louis blush.

“You never know,” Louis said defending himself. “Today’s been a wild card of a day. Anything could happen.”

“Okay, Ellie Goulding.” Samantha Jane said rolling her eyes.

“I bet — “ Louis started to say but Fearne’s laughter stopped him.

“Fuck, I’ve actually missed this.” Samantha Jane said amazed by her own words. “You just like losing, don’t ya Tommo?”

“They don’t play it, I’ll buy you a pint,” Louis said sticking out his hand for Fearne to shake. “If they do, you owe me.”

“You could have spiced things up a bit, Lou. That was like child’s play.” Samantha Jane added.

Ignoring her best friends commentary, Fearne reached out and shook his hand. She noticed his fingers lingered against hers longer than they should have. It was interesting.

“Since you two are gettin’ on quite well, mind if I bail? I see an eight with a beard makin’ heart eyes at me.” Samantha Jane said nodding a guy standing nearby.

“Keep your phone on,” Fearne said looking over her shoulder at the group of people the stranger belonged to.

“Yes, Mum.” Samantha Jane said adjusting her top.

“No drugs,” Fearne said sternly.

“Yeah, yeah.” She said slipping her phone into her bag.

“I’m being serious SJ,” Fearne said grabbing onto her friend’s hand.

Samantha Jane looked her in the eye. “ No drugs. I promise.”

“Have fun.” Fearne nodded.

The blonde leaned in and placed a quick kiss on her cheek before disappearing into the crowd.

“I can send Niall after her when he gets back if you want me to.” Louis offered.

“If she’s not back after the set, I’ll take you up on that,” Fearne said with a soft smile.

Louis nodded as he moved a little closer to her. The pair of adults stayed silent as mobs of people moved around them. It was almost surreal. After all this time, they were going to be watching a band that had basically defined their relationship.

“I can see why Georgette is obsessed with your latest album,” Louis said breaking the silence.

“Oh Georgie, bless her.” Fearne smiled. Louis’ middle sister was always her favorite.

“Might have to pick myself up a copy of the ones I’ve missed.” He said with a smile.

“I think this next set is going to be much better than what you just watched,” Fearne said unable to accept his compliment. Louis has a very strong opinion when it came to music so knowing he approves of all the songs that were influenced by him was something she couldn’t quite comprehend.

“You’ve done well for yourself, kid,” Louis said softly.

“Thanks, Lou.” Fearne blushed.

A brief silence settled in once more as new groups formed around them. She moved a little closer to him. She could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to bring something up but he was holding back. Knowing him as well as she did, she knew it had to be serious because biting his tongue wasn’t one of Louis’ specialties.

“You alright?” Fearne nudged him gently.

“Ye-Yeah.” Louis stuttered. He cleared his throat letting her know he was lying. Fearne didn’t press the matter.

She just nodded as she looked up at him.“I’ve got like two more festival dates and then I’m off for a year. Can you believe it?”

“Fearne Phillips actually gets time off? Blasphemy.” Louis replied dryly.

“Shocking, I know.” She laughed.

“What are you gonna do?” He asked crossing his arms over his chest.

“Um, sleep.” She shrugged. “Haven’t had a year off since I started. I’m overdue on this whole sleep thing.”

“You’re right about that.” He laughed softly.

“I dunno what else. Maybe head home and get back to me Northern roots.” She said turning on her true accent.

“The North better prepare themselves.” He said.

Fearne giggled. “Been back recently?”

Louis shook his head. “No, but hope to soon.”

“I’m sure they’re missing ya.” She said.

“They get to hear me every afternoon so they aren’t missin’ me that much.” He said with a shrug.

It wasn’t long before a group of guys beside them recognized her. She sent a tight smile in their directions before moving closer to him. He moved to the other side of her body acting as a buffer from the group of men.

“Fifty quid, we get papped and sent to The Sun tomorrow.” She mumbled nodded to another group of people that had spotted them. Mobile phones were out and photos were being taken.

“Britain’s next It couple,” Louis said.

Fearne laughed. “Fearne Phillips reignites illicit tryst with scorned ex-lover Louis Tomlinson.”

“Louis Tomlinson smokes out pop star ex-girlfriend Fearne Phillips during festival love fest.” Louis rattled off.

“Remember when they thought we shagged in me car after that god awful trip back home?” She snorted remembering the unflattering paparazzi pictures.

“Never heard the end of that one.” He blushed.

“We got into some trouble, didn’t we?” She said looking up at him with a happy look on her face.

“Wouldn’t change it for the world though.” He nodded.

“Maybe less fighting,” Fearne said softly. “But I agree.”

“But the fighting brought us closer.” He said with a sigh.

“You are right about that.” She said with a nod. No matter how bad the fight was, no one went to bed angry.

“I wanna see you when you get back from being home,” Louis said leaning in close. He didn’t know why those words chose that moment to escape from his mouth but he was happy that they did. “Might be too forward but I don’t give a fuck.”

“Why’s that?” Fearne asked confused.

“Your accent gets thicker and you get more annoyed with the City.” He said smugly.

She laughed to herself. “Yeah, you’re right about that.”

Before Louis got the chance to confirm plans, someone nudged him. He turned to find Fearne’s brother with two fresh pints in his hand. He graciously took one before making room for the other boys to join in.

“No tears? No blood? No fightin’?” Archie asked looking confused. “You lot alright?”

“Fuck off, Arch.” Fearne sighed. “We’re capable of being friends. We’re adults now.”

“Where’d SJ go?” Declan asked handing Fearne the extra pint in his hand.

“Off to suck some fella’s face off,” Fearne explained.

“But she --” Archie started to say sounding worried.

“She promised she wouldn’t,” Fearne said knowing what her brother was going to ask.

“I offered to send Ni after her,” Louis said before taking a sip of his drink.

“She’ll be fine boys.” Fearne faked a smile. “Let’s focus on the show.”

“You’re too trusting, Fearnie,” Declan said. “She comes back on one, that’s on you.”

The young woman opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. It wasn’t worth the argument. Instead, she gripped her drink a little tighter and made her way to an open area that was away from her friends. She didn’t need the boys to ruin the rest of her night by making her feel guilty for trusting Samantha Jane. Unlike them, she always Samantha Jane the benefit of the doubt — even if she didn’t always deserve it.

Without a word, Louis moved from his spot beside Archie and took up the space beside his ex-girlfriend. Her body was tense until she realized it was him. Her actions didn’t go unnoticed. When he focused on Fearne’s face, he knew something wasn’t right.

Louis leaned in close. “She’s gonna be fine.”

“Even if she wasn’t, it’s not like they are gonna be the ones helping her when she’s coming off a bad trip. Or holding her hair back when she’s spewing her guts out or keeping her hydrated the next day.” She mumbled. “It’s not like they actually give a shit.”

“She’s lucky to have you.” He said sincerely.

Fearne could feel her cheeks grow warm. “Actually, I’m lucky to have her.”

“That’s true. I know this isn’t me place but I uh meant what I said earlier about Deco. You deserve better.” He said taking a sip of his drink. “He’s a fucking twat.”

“Biggest twat on the fuckin’ planet,” Fearne mumbled. “But you didn’t hear it from me.”

Louis laughed making her smile. The lights went out on stage alerting the entire crowd that things were about to kick off. Archie and the boys made their way over to where Fearne and Louis had been standing. A bit of mindless chatter began amongst them as they waited for the show to begin.

Intro music began sending a wave of electricity throughout the crowd. Fearne felt herself move closer to Louis. She couldn’t believe this was happening. After all this time, they were back together and about to watch their favorite band.

“Lou.” She said nudging him.

“Hmm.” He mumbled looking over at her.

The look in his eye was something she’d never forget. Louis had a way of making her feel like the most important person in the world whenever she spoke. It was something she had missed.

“I’m glad we ran into each other.” She said.

His cheeks grew warm from the sincerity in her voice.

“Past few years, everyone has asked me what I thought would happen if we saw each other again and this has honestly been better than anything I could ever imagine.” She admitted.

“I guess it was a good thing that Matty nearly shit himself.” Louis joked making her laugh.

“Thankin’ me lucky stars for that.” She winked.

“Mum isn’t going to believe the day I’ve had.” He said with a smile.

Before anything else could be said, the kick drum kicked in causing the crowd to roar with excitement.

The rest of the night felt like a dream. She couldn’t have asked for a better weekend. She was surrounded by good food, good music, and good people. A few more drinks were shared before everyone parted ways for the night.

Fearne Phillips didn’t know how it happened but she felt rejuvenated. It could have been because her work duties were over. It could have been the fact that her vacation was only two weeks away. It could have been the small reunion with a man who made up so many memories from her past. She didn’t know.

She did know that she wasn’t the same person as she was when she woke up that morning. That was something to be happy about.

As she got ready for bed that night, her phone buzzed on the counter of the caravan’s bathroom. On the screen was a number she hadn’t recognized but the message gave the sender away.

Tuesday. Stags Head. Lunch is on me even though you lost, loser. x

A goofy grin formed on her face. She quickly shot back a reply before adding his new number to her phone.

Maybe being friends with Louis wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.

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