#its all about them ✨(emma)

[winterchimez]

Tornado Warnings | Eric Sohn

SUMMARY: you have sworn that you would never get involved with the campus fuckboy, Eric Sohn. however, you have decided one day that enough was enough, and you would sacrifice yourself and ignore all of the tornado warnings that were clearly tearing you apart.

PAIRING: fuckboy!Eric x f!reader

GENRE: angst, suggestive, slight fluff

WARNINGS: nc-17, frat parties 😃, alcohol consumption, the sexual tension here is strong yall oops, fuckboy Eric...need i say more than that 😁, he is flirty af, he is umm shirtless at one scene 😀, cheating & playing with one's feelings (don't do that irl folks), petnames (babe, princess), name-calling (again, its horrible don't do that), reader walks in on Eric making out with someone at one point 👀, kissing, making out, teasing, arguments, slight manipulation, reader ignores her own feelings/well-being for months but eventually faces them

WORD COUNT: 3,604

A/N: back with another release for the emails i can't send fwd: series with @sanaxo-o, and this is written for @mosviqu ✨ happiest birthday bar, i tried my best and i really hope you liked this!! 💓 thankiew my dearest 妹妹 @sungbeam for giving me ideas & helping me beta (along with @drunkdrazed emma & sana) i love yall always 🥹💗 also tagging other eric mooties for this 👀 @itsbeeble @kimsohn

This will be the last time I’ll ever do this again.

You have been repeating that to yourself over the past several months, constantly reminding yourself that you will never get into a messed-up relationship again. At least, that’s what you thought about before you were brought back to reality, where you’re standing on the front porch of a party location for the night.

Why exactly was that? Frankly, you had no idea yourself.

But there was only one way to find out: to enter the frat party that catered to the seniors for the night. You pretty much knew most of the people here since they were students who belonged to your batch.

Instead of carrying out your usual routine, go to find your deskmate in psych, who was the one who often dragged you out from your bubble to parties like this, and have a couple of drinks before passing out on one of the couches towards the end of the room; you decided to do the complete opposite tonight.

You walked straight towards the outdoor pool area, where most students were holding their glasses of cocktails and dancing around the pool. Some were enjoying their time playing in the waters. You had one goal in mind: to walk straight towards the other end and to find him.

Sure enough, he was there lying on one of the sunloungers with his favourite whiskey in hand while a few girls were hovering around him, touching his bare chest. You couldn’t care less about that since you already knew this was his norm.

But now it was your time with him, and you boldly made your way towards him, standing right before him before he ushered the other girls away. He allowed you to crawl up to him before settling down on his lap, and he rested his free hand on your waist.

“Hey babe, I have been waiting for you since forever,” he grinned before leaning towards you while resting his fingers on your chin.

Instead of giving him a reply, you stared deeply into his eyes before wrapping your arms around his neck, making the male rest his thumb on your lips to part them. “Look at you, already missing my touch so bad. We’ve only just bumped into each other this morning on campus.”

Once again, not a single word left your mouth, but eventually, you decided to lean in to close the gap between you both before sealing your lips with his. The kiss was messy, and you were slowly savouring the leftover alcohol that was on his lips, slowly getting drunk by the way his lips moved against yours as if he knew exactly which spot to get to.

You have lost count of how many times you have made out, and Eric Sohn knew you from A to Z, especially when it comes to playing around with your feelings and emotions.

He was the campus fuckboy, after all.

Flashback

“Y/N! You won’t believe what just happened.” Your roommate Naomi came rushing through your front door, not even bothering to close it before she frantically entered your bedroom.

“Woah, what’s up? And why exactly is your face flushed red?” You asked.

“What else would it be? Obviously, it’s about the guy we all hate to the depths of the earth’s core!” She yelled, placing both hands on either side of her hips before she began rhythmically tapping her feet.

As soon as you heard the word “guy,” you knew exactly who she was referring to—someone you had sworn to never get caught up with again.

Eric Sohn.

“Let me guess, he had a one-night stand with one of our acquaintances,” you announced with crossed arms.

“Not just an acquaintance, Y/N. It’s Stella-”

Upon hearing that name, you immediately stood up from your chair, dropped some of your lecture notes, and made a mess on your tidied-up bedroom floor. Anger began rising rapidly within you, and you had to try your best to contain yourself and not make a scene before your neighbour started complaining about your specific unit for the nth time this month.

“Not Stella,” you fumed.

“Oh yes he did, Y/N. And things are not looking good right now.”

“Please God, tell me she’s alright,” you pleaded with Naomi, shaking her shoulders. But it seemed your roommate wouldn’t spill the tea that easily.

“It’s best if you check it out yourself,” your roommate silently mumbled before you dashed out the door and grabbed your coat frantically to go see whatever mess he had done this time.

And you hoped that it wasn’t as bad as the previous one.

You were now supporting Stella upright as she tried to position herself directly in front of the sink and calm herself down after having too many drinks than her usual intake. You absolutely hated how your friend—well, former friend—got Stella as messed up as he did to the other girls.

You and Eric went all the way back to kindergarten, where you had always known that there was this little boy who would often cry every single day all because he knew that he wasn’t going to see his parents for a couple of hours, and would try all sorts of methods to convince that he wasn’t fit to enter the school’s compound.

Naturally, everyone knew and labelled him as the “crybaby” and just didn’t really know how to interact with him much.

In the beginning, you reacted the same way with the other kids, thinking that he would eventually grow out of it and decide to mind your own business. However, it came a day when the kids were paired up for a little mini-activity, and that was when you got the infamous boy himself.

Contradicting what the others said about him, he was a jovial and happy-go-lucky kid. In fact, he was the one who helped bring you out of your bubble and made it easier for you to go around meeting new friends. He would often link his arms with you as you walked down the school halls daily, which made the other kids label you two as a couple.

Frankly, you didn’t mind all that because you enjoyed his company. In reality, you often looked forward to being paired up with him again for another activity or sport. After that experience, he would often make his way towards your desk, eat his bento boxes with you during meals, and show off the pretty animal-themed meals his mother had made especially for him.

You often giggled at how he would talk about himself all the time, and it was just mesmerising to see the joy and look on his face whenever he spoke of himself. Adding on to that, he was definitely taught well at home with the way he would go all-out to make friends with others during school hours and help them out in any circumstances possible. He was no longer the “crybaby” that everyone once labelled him as.

Things were going well until one day, his family decided to leave for the States. To say that you were sad about your friend leaving would’ve been an understatement—you were devastated. Not only was he the very first friend you made in kindergarten, but you also felt as if he was your soulmate since he knew everything about you and had never once done nor said the wrong thing that made you upset.

During that time, Eric couldn’t say much either since you were both still young, so he had no choice but to leave with his family. On the very last day when he was in Seoul though, he made sure to give you the tightest hug and place multiple pecks all over your face, promising you that fate would reunite you both someday.

That day eventually came, but you never would have expected to reunite with him the way you did after all these years.

You were both 22, casually entering your second year of university before you encountered the man himself. You were shocked, to say the least, when he first stepped into the lecture hall—his hair was fully blonde, he had several tattoos all over his body, and every girl swooned over him.

He was now a hot mess.

The Eric Sohn you once knew was far gone because the one here was nowhere near the little boy you admired back in kindergarten. Word often spread quickly in college, so you frequently heard about his little date nights with multiple women and his so-called “flavor of the month.”

He was one of the wealthier students on campus, hosting house parties almost once every month. These parties attracted quite the crowd, causing a more ever-present distinction between them and students like you and your roommates—the goody-two-shoes who prioritised studies more than drinking and making out with different people in one night.

That was until he got involved in your affairs.

It all started with him dating one of the girls within your circle, and it ended horribly, to the point that the student herself decided to cut all ties with everyone and isolate herself either in the library or in the comforts of her apartment all the time.

It took you a while to figure out what happened before you could get the girl to talk it out. He was toying with her throughout the relationship, and there were no fixed boundaries or respect while they were together. He seemed unable to settle down with just one girl, and cheating was prominent throughout the entire relationship.

Unfortunately, he didn’t stop there. Multiple exes followed after that, and you’ve seen the heartbreaks he had caused throughout campus. You couldn’t believe it, or rather, you didn’t want to think this was the same soulmate you once had way back in your childhood.

It just didn’t add up.

That was until it happened to Stella.

You couldn’t believe your ears when you found out that your best friend had decided to date with your former friend. As much as you wanted to pull her out of the mess, she knew what she was getting into; who were you to judge or have a say in someone’s decision and relationship?

However, now that you’d witnessed your friend’s downfall in person, you could no longer sit back and watch your former friend continue on his sick, twisted games. So you stomped right out of the bar and walked all the way to Eric’s apartment. Thanks to Stella, you also knew his pin number to unlock the front door, and you wasted no time and quickly barged into the compound.

Sure enough, you found him making out with another girl on his couch, and both of them were definitely surprised to see a random girl going into his apartment without prior notice. The girl under your former fried began grilling him some questions, but all Eric did was stare back at you, eyeing you from head to toe.

In the end, he kindly dismissed the girl for the night before closing the front door and walking straight towards you, now standing a few centimetres away from you.

“It’s been a while, Y/N. To what do I owe the pleasure? Have you been alright?”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Sohn. You know exactly why I’m here,” you spat, trying to contain the anger and fumes that were slowly rising.

Instead, your reaction intrigued the man, and he returned the favour by smiling at you, one that you knew wasn’t going to end well.

“What does Stella got to do with you, hmm? Unless you’re jealous-”

“Jealous? Don’t make me laugh; I’m here to put you right in your place, mister.” You stomped right towards him and shoved him against the wall, cornering him with both your hands beside his head. “I don’t know what the hell happened when you were in the States, but I surely did not anticipate such behaviour from you after all these years.”

Eric quietly stared at you for a few moments before he lifted his thumb and rested it on your lips, which made you twitch at the contact. “You know, Y/N. There’s this joy in seeing how so many people around you want you. It’s fun and quite thrilling if you ask me.” He was now smacking his lips, and you knew he would make advances if you didn’t stop him there.

Hence, you smacked his hands away before grabbing onto his collar. “Your time playing with innocent girls is up, Sohn. Leave them the hell alone,” you snarled.

“Hmm, what makes you think I’d listen to you?”

You were now put in a bind spot. There was no denying those words that Eric had just spat right into your face. You had no control over him, and hell, even if you were part of the student council, you couldn’t do anything since he wasn’t posing as a threat to the other students.

Another factor was that he was well-loved by the students, particularly female students on campus since he was the guy that everyone wished they could elope with after all. It must be a joke for the fuckboy to listen to your proposal, thinking that you’ll ever have hopes of changing the guy.

But something in you snapped, and you couldn’t care less about the methods you would try to pull off.

Even if that meant sacrificing yourself.

“If I were to date you and meet your needs, you leave the other girls alone.”

That came as a shock to Eric; never in a million years would he have thought you would suggest something like this. You have always been a goody-two-shoes from kindergarten until university. He was well aware of your group of friends: the library was where you would visit most frequently, and you would be back in the dormitories by ten at night.

It took him a while to respond properly, and you weren’t just going to stand there and wait all night, so you did the impossible and pulled him down towards you.

You locked your lips with his.

It all happened so fast, and the anger and frustration prevented you from rationalising your thoughts and making you do what you had done. If you would’ve told yourself that you would lose your first kiss to your former friend turned campus fuckboy, you would’ve immediately jumped off the nearest cliff off campus.

As soon as you pulled away, a smirk appeared on his face, and he quickly turned the tables so that you were now pinned against the wall, his hands travelling down to your waist before licking his lips once again.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

This whole situationship went on for months, and you were slowly losing your sanity each day. Eventually, you slowly began to give into his urges, playing along with his little games if that meant keeping your friends safe.

Nobody understood why you did it, especially your roommates and circle of friends. Naomi would constantly remind you about all of the horrible things that he did, and you would one hundred percent regret getting involved in his affairs. But if that meant keeping your friends safe and unharmed, you would do it ten times over.

Hence, there is a change in your daily routine: meet up with Eric every day after lectures and accompany him either to the local bars or the comforts of his apartment, and stay the night there whenever it gets too late for you to return to your own. You really didn’t mind it at all since you had a roof over your head and you were safe in his arms.

At least that was what you convinced yourself it would be.

His fuckboy demeanour didn’t stop there, and he would often be seen hanging out and flirting with the other girls. But there was a drastic difference this time: he knew exactly when to draw the line and chose not to advance further than that.

As much as your circle of friends would constantly remind you about all the terrible things Eric had done, you convinced yourself that if he doesn’t see them, then they probably didn’t exist after all.

But one question still remains: Are you really okay with everything unfolding in front of your eyes?

Was lying to yourself about your actual feelings worth it for the sake of your friends? And was going into this despite ignoring all the tornado warnings worth it in the long run?

End of flashback

“Hey babe, is everything alright?”

You were brought back to reality with Eric rubbing off a little teardrop that flowed down to your cheeks, not realising that you had been consumed with your thoughts so much that you actually cried in front of him.

You were at a loss for words and couldn’t pinpoint why that was either. All you did was gently touch the area he had just wiped off before you felt your eyes begin to water again.

This time, Eric genuinely seemed concerned and cupped your face gently with his hands for the very first time since you both started this entire messed-up situationship months ago.

“I don’t know…I don’t even know why I’m here tonight, Eric,” you began sobbing but tried to hide your tears by choking back them. Why am I like this? Why do I keep doing this with you, knowing my feelings are not validated or ignored? Why did it have to be you?”

You couldn’t care less if people around you began giving you the side-eye, seeing that a girl was sitting on top of Eric in the midst of the frat party sobbing uncontrollably. You have held it in for far too long, ignoring all the warnings your friends have constantly tried to ingrain in your mind.

You got yourself into this situation; you should’ve known that you were getting yourself into trouble when you proposed that idea to him. You should’ve known that you were going to get your heart broken-

Before you could continue with those thoughts, you felt a little peck on your forehead, only to open your eyes to see that Eric had left a little mark right there, closing his eyes to cherish that short moment before pulling away.

“Did that help?” He asked, once again rubbing your red puffy cheeks with his thumbs.

“Eric…why would you…” you sniffed.

“I realised something, Y/N. While I was with you for the past several months.”

“W-What exactly was that?”

“I’m well aware of the things people call me. I know all about the red flags people say about me; frankly, I’ve done some screwed-up shit and brought myself into this messy situation. I know you decided to date me for the sake of your friends, and it’s very brave of you to do that, despite knowing the hurt and harm that would prevail when getting together with me. But that’s not my point-”

He cuts himself off by positioning himself upright on the sunlounger he was lying on, now holding both sides of your shoulders before taking a deep breath to proceed with what he was about to say to you.

“Y/N. You’ve shown me how friends would stand up for each other in a situation like this and how all of these games that I’ve been playing for so long aren’t going to last forever. Emotions are something that shouldn’t be taken lightly, and you shedding actual tears in front of me proved more than enough for me to make my final judgement,” he huffed, knowing that it wasn’t easy for him to get those words off his chest.

Eric began mumbling a few words before he finally decided he was ready to say them out loud to you. “Y/N, will you teach me how to love?”

Your eyes widened upon those words coming out from him; it felt as if you were looking right at the same boy back in kindergarten, your soulmate and childhood best friend. The sudden wave of nostalgia came rushing over you, and you tried your best to hold those tears back as you needed to properly hear him say the words you wanted to hear for the longest time.

“What are you saying, Eric?”

“it is exactly that, Y/N. I’m…trying my best to muster up the courage to say that out loud to you right now. I know you’d probably laugh at my face,” he chuckled. “A guy like me asking the girl who he's been taking advantage of to teach him actual love? Yeah, I’m insane for all of that, I know-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you sealed his lips with a kiss, pushing him back down the lounger, savouring the taste of his lips. Eric returned the favour and deepened the kiss by wrapping his arms around you, his fingers running through your long, wavy hair while he was at it before pulling it apart for some air after a good minute.

“W-What was that for?” He stammered.

With that, you finally gave him a genuine smile for the first time since reuniting with him here on campus. “Welcome back, Eric Sohn.”

In the end, you both burst into laughter, enjoying that little moment together before resting your forehead against his. “So, I’m taking this as a yes? That you accept my proposal?”

You chuckled before ruffling his hair with your hands.

“Maybe if you take me out on a skateboard date the next time, I’ll consider it done, Mr. Tornado Warnings.”

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[pearl-tarotist]

ೄྀ࿐ PAC: What do they love about you that they do not tell you?⍣ ೋ

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” (Jane Austen, Emma)

Piles 1-2-3 will be referred to your FS, what does your Future Spouse love about you that they do not say? Choose one of them. 🌷

Piles A-B-C will be referred to your friends/family, what do they love about you that they do not say? Choose one of them. ✨

Other readings (M.list)

Paid readings

PILES 1-2-3 (from left to right)

PILES A-B-C (from left to right)

PILE 1

(Prince of Gems – King of Gems – Justice -The Magician – Devil in the back - Let it be – True love)

They love how hardworking you are. They admire the fact that you can put your mind into something and create it from the beginning to the end. You are not the type to stop half-way, you go all the way. You could also have a pure hearth and mind. You do things with a lot of genuineness.

I have the feeling that they love to see you work, they love being able to look at you while you are sitting in your desk. I think their heart flutters at the thought of knowing “you are theirs”. They love to see you concentrated and focused on something.  They love to admire you (as if they were a secret lover), they like to pass their gaze from your hair to your lips. I think you may have long eyelashes and when you look down, they are gently laying on your cheeks, they love it. They love your eyes and its gaze (you could have doe eyes). They love how pure and soft you look in those moments. The duality, looking soft while being so capable and clever.

They also love how your ethic stands out, you may be someone honest and truthful. This may be hidden because saying to someone: “I love your principles and values” may be a bit weird. 🤣🤣. But I think your principles match, so they love that. You could be great matches to each other. They would also love your energy and how they feel around you, you tick the right boxes in their brain. Cleverness-wise.

They do also love your body, mostly your legs. They think you have a toned and pretty body, a slender one. You could look taller than not what you really are. They love it, they are really obsessed with your body and the things they want to do to it.  You may seduce them without even knowing. Your body and your soft aura are a kill for them. It’s as if they could not understand how something like you exist.

They do feel it could be true love with you. They could have had bad relationships in the past. It’s possible that they were confused about the feelings they had for their partner, but with you, they know it’s real and true love. They will start to understand a lot of things from the moment you enter their lives. There’s an admiration that comes from them that you could find difficult to understand. But it’s just that you were the spark to start their peace.

PILE 2

(Prince of Roses – Four of Wings – Seven of Shells – Six of Gems – Express your love – Let your ex go)

With the cards I got, I am seeing a story. It feels as if in this couple there are an extroverted and an introvert. The extrovert could be a bit of a flirt, could be expressive, open-minded and with a fresh energy. The introvert is calmer, does not express their love or does not confess their crushes. It’s a way more private person.

I think that both people like the other for the qualities that they themselves do not have. If you are the introvert one, your FS would love how you are private and you do not need to show everybody else how much you love them. I think your FS understands and likes the fact that you think he’s the only one you must show your love to.  And you do express your love!! I think that you try to enjoy the things that your FS wants to show you as the extroverted in the relationship. You have learnt to take a few risks and you have growth with them.

You are generous and kind. A good person, it may look simply, but that’s what your FS likes in secret about you. It could be a bit weird, but they like the comfort and security that it brings him. Your FS feels safe around you.

I think your FS would rather express their love for you with compliments about your beauty and how sweet or how pretty you are. But they do also like the comfort that they get when they hug you or when they kiss you. I think they are happy that what you have is not a mere illusion; not for them. They would love you so much. It’s as if you were their little treasure that they must protect. It’s as if they wanted to keep a string attached to both of your wrists, so your fs will never lose you. Your future spouse could be a little more possessive that what lets you see. Maybe, for other people it could be weird because they do not understand what you have from an outside point of view. You will create your own form of communication and comprehension. It’s really cute.

PILE 3

(The Magician – The High Priestess – Ten of Wings – Six of Shells – Two of Roses - Confidence)

Your FS likes that you take responsibility for your own actions. They like that you are feminine and in tune with your intuition. You are someone magnetic and a bit mysterious to them. It feels as if you appeared to know more than not the average person.  It’s possible that you have had bad experiences and you have decided to trust more your hunches; in hopes to stop yourself to get into toxic relationships.

I think they like the rush they get from your energy and your personality. You make them really happy, and they love your bad jokes. They think you are also a bit childish, a bit of a brat, a cute one! They like how much attention you demand from them. They may be serious, probably older than you.

They do also like how you were the key to a new part of life. I think you have showed them that love is funny and mischievous. Some of your FS past relationships must have been really serious and not romantic. I think they focused more on what to do than not on how to do it. Casual things can be as much or more romantic than not big gestures of “love”.

They do also love the fact that they can trust you with their whole heart. They know you are trust-worthy and that you will never lie to them. (It’s possible that they got cheated on before?). I think they could be healing their inner-child; they got hurt and they did not had people around them that supported them but with you they feel as if they had heal and that they are ready to start taking some risks and enjoy their lives a bit more.

I think they do always ask for your advice and thoughts, you could become one of their greatest counsellors and they love you for it. You are an unchangeable part of their heart.

PILE A

(Three of roses – Judgment – Ten of wings – Princess of Wings)

I think the first two cards are mostly related to your family. You could be responsible and you yourself are used to reflect on your situation and your options, I think it’s mostly based on your studies/job. It’s possible that you have a clear view on the opportunities that you have.

I think they are proud of the choices that you have done trough life. Some of them could have been really complicated and hurtful at some points but they and you know that it’s the best at long-time. They do not express it but they feel it. They know you are someone responsible and preventive.

They do also love how strong you are, you have been able to free yourself from certain situation, possible betrayals from friends or being able to cut people off that were toxic to you.

They do also think that you are good with words or with communication. I think it’s possible that you speak more languages than your friends or family. You are someone that’s always receptive to their approaches, maybe a bit too much (learn to express your boundaries). They can always come to you to express their problems and doubts.

A lovely aura. Clever but soft.  

PILE B

(Justice – Six of shells – Five of gems – Princess of Gems)

You are honest, they love and appreciate your honesty and the way you are always truthful. I think they see how you calculate your acts and its consequences. You are a clean-fingered person. You could make them evolve with your words and views on things.

I think that what they most like is the way you calculate your actions with good intentions. You are a good person, and you always act in a way to try to make your friends and family happy. It’s an act, a performance, you decide to act in a childish way for protecting them and to make them happy.  I think you are an observer and much cleverer that what you let them notice.

You could have a bit of anxiety, they notice that: but still, you are also hard-working. They notice how you try to push your limits and how you try to grow and expand your limits. You are not afraid to get your hands dirty working hardly and honestly. I think these impressions comes mostly from your friends.

They do also see, mixing my last words, that you are someone naive with the work that you do. You are always excited and eager to learn more and to explore. I think you still conserve the innocence of a growing child. They get happy to do anything new, no matter how much it will cost or how tiring it is.

PILE C

(The Lovers – Prince of Shells – Seven of Gems – Two of wings)

DAMN, you are so beautiful!!!!!!! Aren’t you? You are really attractive and passionate. You are a charmer; you are really loved! You are a little star; I think some of you are so beautiful that you get pretty privilege (sorry not sorry for saying it). Your friends and family truly think that you are pretty.

The first thing I have noticed, as I said, it’s your beauty and your passion. You could be a bit of a brat, always searching to stir feelings and small dramas. Passion is a good thing; you do like to find the best way to get to your objectives or the things that you like. I do think you have a mix between water and fire signs (even a bit of air). You do always fight for what you want in a really strategic way. They could even get frustrated about how much you try.

The second thing I notice is balance. You are someone balanced between brain and heart. You do keep a diary on your mind on what you have done, and you always try to be the fairest.

I think you always keep your options open or that you always have paths for everything. You are the person that your friend go to when they need to find something or when they need to buy something, etc… You are a really cool older sister for them, always having the resources that they need.

But at the same time, you have the vibes of an adorable and bratty young sister, you do always get away with it.

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[makoyithewendigo]

So I have a theory about why Inevitable is kinda like a medley of the musical and why Paul acts so differently around Emma during it, at least an in-universe explanation, not just “It’s end of the musical of course it’s a medley”

So the earliest thing hive mind Paul references is the coffee shop because it’s the first interaction between Paul and Emma that the hive mind experiences, they don’t bring up any interactions prior to that. the hive mind is just bringing up the times it saw the two of them together, it didn’t get the memories of Paul, otherwise it’d be mentioning all the personal conversations they had in an attempt to lure Emma to its side. Despite the hive mind very clearly getting the memories of Alice, otherwise it couldn’t have known about her feelings and experiences that she talked about in her song. I think the fact that Paul was so directly opposed to the idea of song and dance as a concept, not just the idea of the hive mind, made it harder for it to get into his brain and go directly against his most characteristic morals while also fighting the humanity in him. Also I think that more infected people equals more minds equals less control over specific individuals.

The hive mind has no idea what Paul and Emma’s relationship is like behind closed doors, it’s just throwing everything it’s see through the various infected until something sticks. And because it’s only seen the generally braver Paul(as brave as Paul can be) when he’s defending his friends or trying to take down the core of the hive mind, it puppets him as far more charismatic and brave than he truly is.

So yeah, I don’t know why my brain spat this out, I usually only post art, but ya know ✨neurodivergent✨

#starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #paul matthews #emma perkins #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm spoilers #tgwdlm #the guy who didn’t like musicals spoilers

[lonelycowgirls]

Scared

Hey guys! Here we are again ✨

So, this is a long, angsty piece of work that I've been drafting for quite a while. I'm not sure where my inspiration came from, but I do like to write and explore deeper aspects of relationships and life. I really hope this doesn't rub anyone up the wrong way. These things happen every day and I for one feel very lucky to live in a country that operates on a pro-choice basis, for the most part. Whatever keeps a person alive and healthy is what I think is the priority. I won't get into the politics of it all, I'm purely reflecting life and its complex feelings and emotions through art.

Nevertheless, this is a part of Stella and Harry's story - it's entirely fictional and has nothing to do with the real people. I hope you all take it that way.

I also hope you enjoy reading it.

Nel x

WARNINGS | Unwanted Pregnancy | Adult Language | Minors DNI | Lots of Angst

Word count: 6.6k

2014

“Ah sweet, Emma put out the chocolate-covered raisins I asked her for,” Harry waltzed in from his rehearsal into the canteen area set up for the band and crew. He was beaming at the buffet table spread out before them, a child-like energy still so prevalent even at the age of 20. Stella had been staring into the bowl of potato salad for God knows how long by that point. “Y’alright, babe?” He nudged her side while popping a handful of the dried fruit sweets into his mouth.

“Yeah…” Stella glanced up at him before turning away and walking over to grab a banana from the fruit bowl. She tugged at the tip of the banana, but it wouldn’t budge. Tugging harder and scoffing with frustration before slamming the banana back onto the buffet table.

She screwed her eyes shut and ran a hand over her forehead, sighing heavily. When she opened them again she saw a peeled yellow fruit under her nose. She looked up at Harry and took the banana, she swallowed through her dry throat over the nausea crawling up from her nervy tummy. He winked and popped another raisin in his mouth over a smirk.

“I’m pregnant, Harry.”

He was almost sure his heart stopped for a few moments. The smirk fell the quickest it had ever fallen - she’d likely remember his facial response forever.

“What?” He whispered. His eyes were wide in shock, his blood ran cold with a shiver up his spine. She nodded, the tears welling in her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time since she’d found out. She couldn’t believe she’d become that girl. That girl in his life. The girl to ruin his life. “You,” He shakily attempted to draw in breaths to steady his racing heart. “No, no, y-you can’t be pregnant, you’re-”

“I’m on the pill.” She spoke over him, stepping back and running a sweaty palm through her hair. “I know, trust me I know, I’ve been questioning everything for days. Apparently it’s not 100 per cent effective.”

“We- you can’t be pregnant… I’m about to go on the biggest tour of my life.” He stepped back, stumbling on his feet slightly. He brought a hand up to his forehead and she watched his fingers shake.

“I know that-” she murmured quietly, but he cut her off again. He was panicking, now.

“We can’t have a baby- fuck.” He cursed, running both hands through his fast-growing curls and tugging at the back of his head. “We’re always so careful, right?” His voice was muffled through the sleeves of his top as his face was buried in his arms.

“I mean, yeah… I guess we needed to be more careful.” She sniffled, still not looking at him. She’d expected him to feel and react this way, but it still made the whole situation that much more emotional and scary. He snapped to look at her when he heard her small sob of sorrow.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, Stell. You should’ve told me as soon as you found out.” He leaned back against the buffet table, reeving up the cream tablecloth. Emma always complained about the stains that the boys would leave on it but still refused to get any other colour.

“I knew you’d react like this, H… I was scared.” She was folded in on herself now, protecting herself from the rejection she swore was coming.

“I know… I’m sorry, I’m just shocked. I never wanted to do this to you.” Stella looked at him with that. Their eyes locked, his shiny green with her deep brown.

“You haven’t done anything bad, Harry. In theory. There are things we can do… things we have to do.” They stayed silent for a moment as Harry racked his brain through the options he knew about from sex education lessons at school.

“Won’t that hurt though?” His eyebrows were tied in the middle, concern flooding his pale face. His shoulders were sunk, he looked like a helpless little boy. Nowhere near ready to be a father. She took a careful step towards him, unable to stop herself - he needed comforting.

“I’m sure it won’t hurt nearly as much as giving birth, H.”  She laughed slightly, pushing a curl over his ear.

“I’m so sorry, Stell.” A large hand came to rest on her hip, a thumb stroking back and forth.

“You don’t have to be sorry.  It takes two to tango… and I was a very willing dance partner.” She winked, trying to lighten the mood. She brought her fingers to his chest, two of them tracing the cross that rested on it.

“Are you sure you’re okay with… with what you have to go through.” He spoke barely above a whisper, looking down to try and find the appropriate words but coming up empty.

“I’m a big girl, Harry.” She was telling herself as much as him.

“Yeah, I know…” He smiled slightly, somewhat proud of how mature she was and just as thankful for it, too. “Just know, one day… the time will be right. We’ll have beautiful babies, as many as you wanna push out.”

“Yeah?” She cocked her head as he smirked and another hand moved to curve around her hip. “We’ll see about that, Mr Cheaper by the Dozen.” She chuckled as he finally scooped her up into his arms, the feeling giving her an immense amount of comfort. He breathed her in, his face nuzzled in her neck as she ran her hands up and down his back. “I love you so much, I think we’re gonna be okay.” She whispered into his shoulder. Pulling away slightly to look down in her eyes, Harry kept his arms around her and smiled softly.

“I can’t believe there’s a baby in there…” He smirked, eyes getting a bit glossy. Goosebumps instantly sparked all over her body, she flinched in his arms almost as if his words had physically struck her. Regardless of how softly and sincerely he’d said them. She moved to gently push him off but he held tighter.

“No, H… it’s not a baby. Not yet.” She shook her head, blinking the tears away. She was exhausted, having been up for nearly 24 hours by that point, worrying about this exact situation. She pushed harder and stepped out of his arms, but he let his palm graze her belly as she moved away. She began slowly pacing, hands raising to rub at her eyes.

“What do you mean?” He asked, confused by her sudden return to her stressful demeanour. He frowned, still leaning back against the buffet table.

“You can’t make this what it isn’t. You’ll… you’re making it harder.” Her breath was speeding up, a shaking hand being brought up to her chest as she fought the panic and nausea. He kept his hands by his sides now, fidgeting and anxiously picking at the skin around his thumbs with his forefingers.

“I don’t understand, babe.” He stated firmly, not knowing whether she needed his comfort or her space, but desperate to figure it out. Her pacing stalled in the middle of the room. A clear divide was now put between them.

“Harry, I have to go to the doctor’s and take a pill to get rid of this… whatever you can call this thing inside me. I can’t do that with the thought that it’s anything more than a speck in my womb. Alright? So, just don’t make this what it isn’t because I… I can’t.” She brought her hands to her face again, her breath catching in her throat as the anxiety continued to heighten and spill over. Harry stayed frozen, not knowing what to do, or how to help her. This was something he’d never been prepared for, he’d never learned about abortions in school or even discussed them with his mum or sister. His dad adopted the phrase, ‘Don’t be a fool, wrap your tool’ pretty much as soon as Harry turned 16. As far as he was concerned, Stella was still carrying his baby, no matter at what stage, which was making him feel unexpected things. He knew that right now wasn’t the time and it would be irresponsible of them, but he thought that if he romanticised it a little bit, she’d still feel loved and accepted by him. Boy, was he wrong.

“We need to tell someone-” Harry offered, his eyes following her pacing feet. She came to a halt again at his words.

“No. No, we can’t tell anyone.” She motioned with her hands, emphasising how serious she was.

“Have you even told your mum?” Harry reasoned, brow furrowed. Stella told her mum everything. He was sure her mother knew more about their relationship than he probably did.

“No, she’d kill me if she found out.”

“Well, maybe you can tell Dolly?” Harry grasped at straws, he thought she might need another woman’s opinion. He’d definitely be telling Gemma at some point, he knew she’d have comforting words. Most probably after thumping him on the back of the head for being so stupid as to get his 19-year-old girlfriend up the duff in the first place.

“I don’t know, Harry. I think it’s best nobody knows, I don’t want this following me.” The pacing returned.

“Well, I’ve gotta tell my mum,” Harry said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Why?!” The pacing stopped again, she looked at him like he’d suddenly grown a second head on his shoulder.

“Because she’s my mum, Stell. She knows more than me about this stuff. She’ll know what to say.” Stella didn’t doubt that, but she couldn’t bare Anne knowing that they’d been irresponsible enough to have to get an abortion. If she was scared of what her mum would think, she couldn’t summon the thought of Anne knowing.

“And you don’t think she’s gonna be disappointed?” Harry was quiet at that, folding his arms and dropping his gaze to the floor again. “You don’t think she’ll judge us? Judge me?” Stella stepped forward on each question, a fire behind her eyes now. She almost looked wild, her eyes bloodshot from the lack of sleep and her body almost vibrating with emotion.

“You know she’s not like that. She’ll understand. Yeah, she might be a bit shocked and sad that you’re getting rid of it but-”

“Oh, I’m getting rid of it? It’s just me, yeah? It’s all me, I’m dealing with your baby but it’s none of your business.” Stella was beyond help now, spitting venom in the quiet room. He’d not seen her act this way before.

“No… no, you know that’s not what I mean,” Harry said quietly, sounding fed up now as he dragged a hand across his face in exasperation. She stared at him with wide eyes, daring him to look at her. “I don’t know how to talk to you right now.” He grumbled, holding his hands up in surrender, before swiftly moving towards the door.

“Oh, fuckin’ hell, fine, do that! Lucky you can just walk away from this while I’m left to sort it out!” Her screeching words were punctuated by him slamming the door. “Prick.”

“Hiya, baby girl! How are you guys? How’s the tour rehearsals? Tell me everything!” Dolly’s beaming face on the other end of the FaceTime was almost making Stella feel better. Almost.

“It’s… it’s good, yeah. Can get a bit boring sometimes, but it’s nice to be able to go to bed with Harry every night.” She tried to sound happy and upbeat, hoping that her big sister wouldn’t see through her.

“Oh, girl I bet it is.” Dolly’s perfectly plucked eyebrows danced with a suggestive smirk, making Stella scoff.

“Not just for that reason, Doll. We go to the hotel pools or gyms together, then we go to dinner or we get a takeaway, the takeaways are a bit shit here though, I said to H I’d kill for a-”

“Okay, what’s going on, Stell?” Dolly asked suddenly. “You’re all flappy and flustered. Your eyes are bloodshot to fuck. Tell me what’s going on.” Stella sighed, dropping her head down onto her arm, willing the tears to stay in her damn eyeballs. She was sick of crying at that point. Deep down she knew that her sister would pick up on the signs straight away, she’d subconsciously called her for this exact reason. She just thought she’d have a little more time to get her courage up.

“You’re gonna be so upset with me.” Stella sobbed, fully crying now that she actually had to say the words. Dolly’s face was full of worry, whatever this news was, she was scared to know now.

“I won’t be upset, Stell. We can get through anything, but you’ve got to tell me.” Stella tried to take deep breaths, just so she could allow the words to leave her lips. “Stella, please, just tell me.”

“I’m… fucking pregnant, Dolly.” Dolly’s face fell into shock, her hand flying up to her mouth.

“Oh my God,” her eyes instantly filled with tears. “Stell…” She awkwardly laughed in disbelief, unexpected emotions bubbling up.

“I know.” Stella shook her head, eyes shut, tears still flowing.

“Fuck, okay. It’s fine. It’s gonna be fine.” Dolly dabbed her eyes with her fingers, trying not to smudge her winged eyeliner. “You obviously can’t tell Mum.”

“This is what I said to Harry! It would go down like a fart in a lift.” Dolly laughed and Stella joined in, it felt like the first time she’d laughed for a week straight. It felt good to make light, somewhat, of a very stressful situation. “I’ve got an appointment to get an abortion on Friday morning.”

“Ah Stell, you’re gonna… deal with it?” It was telling how nobody seemed to be able to say the actual word - it was one of the reasons Stella knew she’d be judged.

“I can’t have a baby right now, Dolly. Harry’s 20 years old. He’s having the time of his bloody life.” Stella blew out a soggy breath through her pouting lips, sniffing over the tail end of her tears.

“What about you?” Dolly asked, the conversation pausing for a moment. “I’m hearing a lot about Harry and not a lot about Stella.” Dolly rest her head on a fist as she looked in the camera lens.

“I… I can’t have a baby.” Stella’s hand absentmindedly landed on her lower belly, running her palm along the material of her t-shirt. “I’m not ready… there’re things I want to do. Things I want to accomplish. I especially can’t have Harry Styles’s baby. Can you imagine? I don’t want to be just his baby mama.” Stella anxiously cringed inwardly at the potential headlines. “The girl chasing for child support… the girl waiting at home looking after the kids while he’s off seeing the world… the girl left behind…” she whispered, trailing off with her eyes focused on the lamp on the bedside table.

“I get that. You’re gonna be more than that, of course, you are.” Dolly smiled over fresh tears welling up for her baby sister. When Harry first became famous, everyone was so excited, Dolly remembered it like it was yesterday. She’d watched Stella enjoy it, for a while. Recently she’d watched her struggle with it, watched her fade into the background. She’d never been truly accepted into his new lifestyle. By the people who were begging to be around him, or by his fans - everyone knew why, including Stella. But Dolly also knew she was in love with Harry, had been for years, and she wanted her sister to be happy. So she vowed she’d always be there to pick up the pieces when it all started to fall apart. “I wish I could come and be with you but I’m knee-deep at fashion week.”

“No, I know, of course, I understand. I’ll be fine.” Stella spoke sadly, as much as she secretly hoped someone in her family would be able to come and support her, she’d never want any of them to drop everything, for this of all things.

“Is Harry going with you?” Dolly questioned, casually.

“He can’t, he’s got rehearsals,” Stella mumbled, picking at a nail.

“Oh, for God’s sake, surely they’d understand-”

“Well no, because we can’t tell anyone.”

“Can’t you just say you’ve got an important doctor's appointment?”

“Isn’t it a bit obvious if we say we both need to go?”

“Well, maybe… but it’s not fair for you to have to deal with it all on your own. It’s scary.” Stella’s belly flipped again at the thought of the abortion, but she knew she could do it. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but she would be fine. She had to be.

“It is a little. But it’s supposed to be not too bad, I Googled it and apparently, the worst of the pain is over in a few hours, so I’ll be back at the hotel and in bed for the bad bits.”

“Okay,” Dolly didn’t sound as convinced. “What’s he thinking anyway, is he freaking out?”

“He’s… I haven’t seen him since he walked out on me yesterday.”

“What?!” Dolly sat up straight in her chair at this revelation. Her eyes bulged behind her glasses. “He walked out on you? Surely fucking not.”

“We had an argument and he walked out. Slammed the door and everything. I do kind of get it to be fair, I’ve basically given him the worst news imaginable.” Stella looked up at the lamp on the bedside table again. “I almost didn’t tell him because I thought he’d dump me.”

“Aw Stell, I don’t think he’s like that is he? He’d be an idiot to throw away three years together and he’d be a dick for doing it over a pregnancy scare, especially.” Dolly’s face was as serious as her tone. “I know I’d never forgive him.”

“Well, it’s not looking good now anyway. He’s off sulking somewhere.” Stella rolled her eyes. “I’ve gotta go, I’m knackered and just wanna sleep. I’ll text you.”

“Okay, sis. Look after yourself. Speak soon, keep me in the loop. I love you!”

“Love you, too,” Stella replied, sighing as she flopped back against the plush hotel pillows and dropped her phone onto the bedside table. She was too angry to text Harry first or to ask anyone where he was either. None of the boys knew what was going on so they hadn’t bothered her, which she took as a win. She glanced around the room, Harry’s suitcase lay open in front of the dressing table, the contents spilling out in a mess onto the floor, as usual. Was he still wearing the same pants from yesterday? How had he brushed his teeth? She wondered to herself but then reasoned that he could literally just ask Carrie, the tour manager, to get him anything he needed. He didn’t need her. He didn’t need anyone, really.

A heavy knock on the door shook Stella out of her thoughts with a firm jolt to her body. She sighed, tossing the duvet from her body and dragging her feet towards the direction of the sound. Forgoing the peephole, she cracked the door open, peering through. There Harry stood, in the same clothes he’d been in since the day before. In his arms was a huge brown paper bag, emblazoned with the familiar golden yellow arches they’d become way too accustomed to since landing in the US. Glancing down further, her eyes caught on the fluffy pink slippers that adorned his feet. She smirked at them before quickly covering by folding her lips into her mouth and narrowing her eyes at his face.

“You think a Maccy’s is gonna fix this?”

“We’re not broken, baby.” He said with his own smirk and a shake of his head. His eyes widened, “Sorry, poor choice of words.”

Stella rolled her eyes and opened the door fully, stepping to the side so he could waltz into their hotel room. Just watching him cross the threshold had her body sagging with contentedness. She’d been tensely on edge for far longer than what would be considered a healthy amount for a 19-year-old. But for a 19-year-old pregnant girlfriend of a boyband member? That scale may be marked differently.

“Where’d you get the slippers?” She said to the back of his head.

“Got fed up of my boots, so Lou let me borrow these of hers,” Harry mumbled, dropping the paper bag onto the dressing table before collapsing back on the bed with a huff and a deep sigh. She looked at him, sprawled out on the white duvet, his lanky legs hanging off the edge, arms splayed out either side of him, eyes shut, lips parted. Stella thought back to her conversation with Dolly and felt anger flow through her veins again. Moving to the sofa against the wall of their suite, she picked up a throw pillow before launching it at Harry’s head. He huffed in surprise, not able to get a word in before she did.

“You don’t get to come back in here like nothing’s changed, Harry.” She said, getting upset all over again. Harry clutched the pillow to his stomach, coming up to a sitting position. “You left me yesterday not knowing if you’d ever come back.”

“Obviously I was gonna come back, I just needed space, Stell.”

“Yeah? Well, I needed you.” Harry was silent, his mouth hung open, catching flies. “Why do I have to be the strong one? When you didn’t come to bed, I didn’t know whether it was over or not yesterday… thought I might even have Carrie coming up here telling me to pack my stuff because we were done.”

“Stella, I’d never do that to you. I… I can’t believe you’d even think I would end things like that.” He frowned hard, hand coming up to his chest. “Do you really think that’s who I am?”

“I don’t know, Harry. This is the point!” She threw her arms in the air. “You left me in the unknown.” They came back down to slap her hotel robe-covered sides. “That’s what fucking hurts.” She pointed to her heart as her voice faltered.

“Stella, you were laying into me, I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t know what else to say!” Harry’s chest was heaving slightly, panic and anger mixing and rising. “Everything I say to you lately is wrong.”

“Don’t make me out to be some sort of psycho, Harry. I’m going through a lot right now.”

“Ugh, God there you go again!” He tossed the cushion back onto the sofa it came from, getting up to move away from her, arms flying in exasperation. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself before turning back with his hands on his hips. “I’m not trying to make you out as anything, I’m literally just trying to talk to you… I don’t know what to do to help you.”

“No, you don’t.” Stella laughed humourlessly, she looked down at her fidgeting feet. Her arms came to surround her tired torso. “I’ve had enough… let’s just get ready for bed.” Harry ran a hand over his face and moved towards his open suitcase, starting to unbutton his jeans. Stella wandered over to the ensuite to brush her teeth, speaking before she closed the door, “I think you should get the sofa bed out.”

Stella had been tossing and turning for over an hour, occasionally shifting up to glance at Harry on the sofa bed. He was on his side, a long leg thrown over the top of the spare blanket they’d found in the wardrobe. He always slept like a brick, no matter where he was forced to lay his head.

Dropping her head back onto the pillow, she wondered if they’d make it through this one. She didn’t want to lose what they had but she was too proud to accept the way he’d behaved about this whole situation. They were only young but their lives together would bring so much more turbulence and she didn’t want to have to be the one to guide him through it all the time, while he pranced about with everyone thinking he was perfection personified.

She knew what people said about him, how they talked about him, the words they used. They idolised him. They couldn’t understand why he’d chosen her. Of all the options he had. She’d mostly gotten over the insecurity of their younger years together, but every so often, it would start to swim around her head again and make her doubt herself again. And doubt them as a partnership.

She wanted to respond to people who pointed out her seemingly endless list of flaws and say, ‘Hey, he’s got plenty, too.’ Not that they’d believe her. He was still a man at the end of the day. And men did stupid shit. Like, walk out on their pregnant girlfriends for a day and a half, while they’re away from home and she’s about to get an abortion.

“Hey,” Stella jolted awake, she must have dozed off in her thoughts. Harry’s voice was soft and gentle, his light strokes on her back were even more so. She made no move to turn over, just nudged her head slightly to signal she was listening. “I can’t completely get out of rehearsals… but I’ll make sure I’m here when you get back. Okay? I’ll make sure of it, I’ll make some sort of excuse and I’ll be here.”

Harry watched her breathing, biting his bottom lip when she still didn’t move. “This is all my fault…” His voice wobbled over the words, making Stella’s heart sink. She finally rolled over to see him leaning over the bed on his arms, fists digging into the mattress. Leaning up on her elbow, she brought a hand to his cheek, she stroked with her thumb and shook her head.

“It’s not all your fault, Harry. It’s not.” Her hand slid down to his neck and to his bare shoulder, giving him a subtle pull to signal his welcome into the bed beside her. He quickly obliged before she could change her mind, pulling the duvet up to his chin, almost swallowing her head up completely in the heavy covering. “We’ve both just… made mistakes. It’ll all be over soon.” Her voice held a melancholy that encapsulated their complicated scenario completely. The sadness of the loss, the anguish of the toll it was taking on their relationship, the relief that there was a safe solution available to them.

“I should be comforting you, I don’t know why I couldn’t do that. I think, I just…” Harry’s eyes were cast down in thought. He really didn’t know why he reacted the way he did. He surely wasn’t proud of it, but he had to do it. Something inside him told him to run away for a bit until he could think straight.

“We’re scared, H. We’re just kids still, this is heavy… we’re working it all out.” She fiddled with the lining of the pillowcase that was under his head. 

“I don’t wanna lose you.” His voice was so quiet, dripping with sincerity. His hand itched to touch her, to grab her and pull her close, just to emphasise how much he meant it. But he didn’t want to overstep his welcome. “I hate when you’re angry with me.”

“Stop making me angry then.” Stella teased, her eyes flicking up for a second with a smirk before looking at her fiddling fingers again. Harry chuckled lightly.

“I’ll try.” Stella bit her lip, looking at his dark silhouette again, with hooded eyes begging her for sleep. She leaned forward to press a tiny peck to his lips, his arm secured her to him to place a successful three more to hers. She then turned in his hold for a few minutes, him hugging her so tight, their bodies slotting together naturally. She rested there for a few minutes, before nudging herself free to shift across the bed and snuggle down into her own side. Harry’s heart ached as he stared at the back of her head, so close but still so far. But he knew he needed to put his own feelings second, at least for now. He needed to take her lead on this one and respect her boundaries. Besides, she’d never steered him wrong thus far.

Stepping out of the back emergency exit of the family planning clinic, Paul, one of the band’s bodyguards and one of Harry’s closest friends and confidants, guided her to the haven of the tinted windowed vehicle waiting for her in the car park. The whole thing had felt like a Mission Impossible movie, except Stella was more of an Austin Powers than an Ethan Hunt. She had her most oversized cardigan on, along with Harry’s biggest, darkest sunglasses and one of Niall’s caps, hood up. She’d signed into the clinic with a pre-arranged dummy name that was called out into the waiting room. Luckily, there were only three other people waiting to be seen and they all looked too caught up in their own lives to care about her presence. Which made a really nice change. She’d almost forgotten the concept of people not giving a shit about her or what she was wearing or how she acted.

She was sure she wouldn’t be able to describe the way her body felt if she tried. The phrase ‘emotionally drained’ could never be more appropriately used. Harry had kept her up half the night with his tossing and turning and the other half she’d kept herself up with her own tossing and turning. Which was out of character for him, but he was so worried that she would be papped - or worse still, spotted by fans - that he was moving like a man possessed.

Halfway through the struggle of the night, she’d decided it best to try and calm him by drawing patterns on his bare back. Running her nails up and down, side to side and in circular shapes, softly letting her fingertips glide on their journey. She did it often because she knew he loved it, that night she felt he needed it. It calmed her too, feeling his warm, smooth skin on hers. Once she began hearing his quick breaths slow to a relaxed pace and then finally to a soft snore, she stopped and turned over as slow as she could so as not to disturb him again, falling asleep at last, but for an hour at most. When she woke up with a jolt, his side was empty, sheets crumpled and unmade as usual.

As Paul began to drive she took a deep breath, took her cap and glasses off and willed herself to feel something. To feel something for what she’d just done, but she didn’t. She’d done her best to block out the intrusive thoughts of believing that she was a murderer, purely to stay sane through all of this. But now she felt like a cold heartless monster, almost like she’d gone the completely opposite way. No one would ever know what she’d done, but she always would. Dolly always would. Harry always would. Now, Paul always would. She trusted Harry as much as he trusted her; as much as to not force her into signing an NDA. So she knew he’d never tell a soul, should things not work out between them in the end. But they were forever changed from this moment, well, from the moment she’d watched the little red lines show up on that plastic stick.

Don’t feel guilty, don’t feel guilty, don’t feel guilty, don’t-

“Ya alright there, sugar?” She jumped slightly at Paul’s deep Irish voice piping up from the front. She met his eyes in the rearview mirror and noted the kindness in the blue, he wasn’t judging her, she could sense that. All he wanted was for her to be okay. She nodded wordlessly, pulling her cardigan sleeves over her fingers and leaning to look out of the window again.

Paul scanned her card for her and allowed her to step through the hotel room door, which she allowed after multiple attempts at telling him that she could do it herself fell on deaf ears. He carried her handbag, too.

Harry jumped up from where he’d been led back on the bed, an arm propping his head up and his phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling as he tried not to lose his mind overthinking that his girlfriend might die from a noninvasive, tried and tested medical procedure. He’d been on the phone to Gemma since he’d gotten back to the room after telling the boys and the crew that he had a migraine. He couldn’t stop himself, he wanted to know what he needed to do to help Stella when she returned from her treatment. He felt a bit guilty about going against her wishes of not telling anyone, but he was unaware that Stella had already told Dolly.

He stopped a few feet in front of her, fidgeting from one foot to the other, fiddling with the side hems on his jeans. She looked so small and defeated. She smiled at him softly, trying to show gratitude that he was there, just like he’d promised he would be. Paul nodded once at Harry before handing Stella her bag and squeezing her shoulder, throwing a final salute before letting the door shut with a soft click.

“Well, it’s done,” Stella said, dropping her bag onto the sofa and perching herself on the end of the bed to slide her trainers off. Harry stayed put, watching her.

“How do you feel? Does it hurt yet?” He kept his voice gentle like he was approaching a wounded deer.

“No, I feel fine at the moment, only happened about an hour ago though and the doc said I should expect some pain around the two to four-hour mark.” Once both shoes were off, she stayed still, only fiddling with the threads pulling from her cardigan.

“Okay.” They sat in silence for a minute or two, before Harry finally worked himself up to move to a crouch in front of where she sat. He cupped her slightly chubby cheek, her eyes stayed downcast, lashes fluttering. His thumb stroked under her puffy eye and she brought her hand up to wrap her fingers around his wrist. “I’m really proud of you, Stell. You’re so brave, much braver than me.” She still didn’t look at him, her bottom lip tucking inwards as she shook her head slightly.

“I feel nothing, Harry.” She voiced, barely above a crackled whisper. “Why don’t I feel anything?” He frowned, shaking his head.

“I don’t know, babe. You said the doctors mentioned it would take a few hours to-” 

“No, I mean I don’t feel anything.” Her words were juxtaposed with the lone tear that began to trail down her face.

“Oh. That’s alright, you’re not a bad person if that’s what you’re thinking… you did what was right for you… and for us.” He tried not to make it about him again, he knew she definitely didn’t need that. “Like you said, it wasn’t really a baby, it was just a pocket of cells in your uterus.”

Stella huffed out a laugh, “You been Googling?”

“Nah, Gem told me.” Harry laughed softly, eyes flashing with realisation when Stella flinched, eyes finally meeting his. “Shit.” Stella couldn’t even find the energy to argue, she just rolled her eyes and moved her head to the side to press a kiss to his palm and his wrist that she still had hold of on her face.

“Don’t worry about it, H. I suppose it was harsh of me to say you couldn’t tell your family.” She knew she hadn’t handled this very well. Inside, she was grateful that he’d talked it out with someone. “What else did she say?” He stood up straight, both his knees clicking on the way. She puffed out another laugh as he stretched out exaggeratedly like an old man. 

“She said,” He held out his hand to help her up. “That I should take care of you. That I should rub your belly, if you’d like that?” Stella nodded. He led her up the bed by the hand, flipping the duvet over. He slid her cardigan off her shoulders, before flicking his head up and running his hands up her arms as she lifted them over her head. He then pulled her t-shirt off, leaving her in just her soft lounging bra. “She said that I should get you your favourite food, which is gonna be hard to do since you like Cadburys chocolate and roast dinners and we’re in America.” He flicked her nose with his finger and she swatted at him. Stella giggled along anyway, brushing a hand through his curls as he bent to pull her leggings down her legs. Once both of her feet were free, he pressed kisses back over her tummy, the tops of her breasts and her neck, as he made his way back up to stand. He bent to wrap his arms around her waist and bury his face in her neck, hugging her close. She, in turn, wound her arms around his neck, scratching his nape and inhaling his scent. He pulled back and turned her so she could climb into the bed.

Once the covers were over her, he jogged in small steps back round the bed, getting his t-shirt and jeans off in quick succession, something she knew him to do regularly, but in different circumstances. He slid into the bed and faced her, breathing a sigh of relief when she shuffled closer to him and tangled her legs with his. “Then she said,” he murmured, low and slow, tucking hair behind Stella’s ear. “To tell you how much I love you and that I support you.” He brought her closer still, trailing his fingers up and down the curve of her waist. “I’m sorry I was a dick.” He whispered.

“She told you to say that, too?”

“Nah, that one was all me.”

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know when I’ll be… okay, again.” She looked down again, not meeting his eyes. His brows pulled in.

“That’s alright, Stell.”

“I mean… in a lot of ways.” She whispered, wanting him to get the message without her having to say it out loud. “Specifically… in that way.” She looked in his eyes briefly to solidify her point.

“Stella, you’ve just had an abortion, I’m not a horny monster.” To be truthful, both of them were feeling a little bit of PTSD from the experience, they needed to live a bit more of a wholesome lifestyle for a while. “Don’t worry about all that. We’ll just worry about what’s up here for a while,” He tapped her temple with his finger. “Instead of what’s down there.” She smiled, so relieved that he was being so understanding and mature. “Plus, distance makes the heart grow fonder. Once you’re ready to go, it’s gonna go OFF.” She knew it was too good to be true. He was still a 20-year-old man, she supposed. It still didn’t fail to make her a little excited, deep inside.

“You’re so good.” She said, playing with the ends of his hair that just kept getting longer.

“You are.” He responded, rubbing his nose with hers.

“Yeah… we’re good.”

~

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#harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic rec #harry styles angst #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles x oc #harry styles concept #starry <3 #btaa

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

I see you're wanting angst req for Jenna! Here I am to take the opportunity to req

Basically when Jenna and Reader auditioned for their roles, they heavily specified that they were a real couple but that didn't stop the directors from making the Readers role having a relationship with Emma's character later on in the show. Turns out the directors were just a bunch of jerks who wanted to stir up some drama amongst their actors and as filming goes, the reader started to gain feelings for Emma but kept on denying it (but then started becoming distant towards Jenna) until Reader and Emma had to film a kissing scene together and after it Reader decides to confess what she truly feels to Jenna and they have this whole fight and break up (no happy ending). I explained it really messy but I hope its alright.

Only write if your comfortable with the idea of course!

Cheater

Word count: 1.3K

Summary: request above

Warnings: angst

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

Some more angsttt😍 I hope you like it🤍✨

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After a lot of research you and your girlfriend Jenna finally found a show where to act together. It was a Netflix show that talked about Wednesday Addams, in the 21st century Wednesday was the perfect role for Jenna and of course she auditioned for that, and you auditioned for a potential love interest of hers. You two loved portraying a couple even in your shows and so did your fans. They were so happy when they would get to see bot of you on set. After having sent your auditions, you got called by the director, to get more of a glimpse of both of you.

That day Jenna had just finished filming for her new upcoming movie “X” when you two joined the zoom call with the directors. “Hello there. So you’re Jenna and (Y/N) I assume.” Both of you nodded. “Well both of your auditions have got us really intrigued by you two. What kind of relationship do you have with each other?” He asked “we’re a couple. And we would love if this gets transmitted on screen, too. We know that directors search for chemistry in a couple to put on tv, and we have a lot of it” Jenna started “yes exactly. And since you’re also looking for a potential love interest for Wednesday, I sent my audition for that role.” You added, hoping for a positive response.

“Well, looks like you convinced us, girls. It seems like we have a new couple here” both of you smiled excitedly at the news and in around two weeks you were both heading to Romania to get to know the other actors, as well as the directors, the recording crew, all of them. You found yourself particularly drawn to Emma. You two immediately clicked, it felt like you had known each other forever and it felt amazing. Recordings eventually started and you and Jenna were thrilled about being a couple in the show, too. No one had given you the full scripts yet but according to what the directors said when they gave you the role, you were gonna be a couple on the show, 90%.

Unluckily you happened to be part of that 10% because you soon found out that your character was gonna be in a relationship with Emma’s. You and Jenna were of course both upset and ended up arguing with the directors, but obviously they were in charge of everything so you just had to follow their orders, to your dismay. They even told you that they wanted to see the chemistry, so they also forced you to spend more time with Emma. You loved her, yes, but as a friend. This would take away the only free time you had with Jenna and it was really bothering you. You hated that, you barely had time to rest and when you had some free time, you were always too tired and always slouched in bed, with Jenna already asleep because you were finish filming pretty late at night and didn’t want to wake her up.

You hated how distant the two of you were getting. You barely had time for a kiss, you were shooting scenes in different places and you didn’t even talk to each other. You started going paranoid when you realized that your “friendly” love for Emma was turning into something more than friendly. You didn’t want that. You loved Jenna, you wanted Jenna and only her, yet even if your heart thought this, your head wanted to replace Jenna with Emma. Emma was present every day, while Jenna wasn’t (not for any of your’s fault.) and you struggled with this every day. At some point you finally had a break from set. It was thanksgiving day and you would be spending it with Jenna.

When the two of you saw each other you immediately hugged each other. “I miss you so much Baby…” Jenna said. She was really affectionate towards you, but recently both of you had been lacking of each other’s physical touch and it was showing. She soon got on her tippy toes to kiss you, but for some reason it felt different. At first you didn’t understand why, but then you realized, you had feelings for Emma. When your girlfriend pulled away from you, you smiled at her. But it was a different smile and she immediately noticed that. “Baby what’s wrong?” She asked as she took your hand. “Nothing’s wrong honey.. I’m just really tired” she looked at you with worried eyes “we can stay in bed and cuddle if you want” she asked you, which only made you smiled slightly. You loved her you really did, just not the same. You just didn’t want to hurt her so you said nothing.

“No it’s okay honey we can go have lunch together” you smiled at her. You wanted to do everything in your power to fall back in love with her. And you did, but nothing was working. For weeks you tried, but to no avail. One night you came back from filming, you thought Jenna was asleep so you sat on your shared bed with hands in your hair. Too bad Jenna wasn’t asleep “babe you’ve been acting weird recently, ever since thanksgiving. Please just tell me what’s going on… you’re distant and I hate that.” You thought for a while… you couldn’t lie to her. You knew this much. But you had to. “I’m just really down that we don’t spend much time together anymore. It just sucks…”

You went on with this excuse for weeks, and slowly but surely she wasn’t trusting you anymore and you noticed that. Everything changed when you had to shoot a kiss scene with Emma. After kissing her you confirmed your true feelings once again, and also come to the realization that you couldn’t lie to Jenna anymore. By now even Emma had spoken her feelings for you and you didn’t want to hide it from Jenna… you had to talk to her, and you decided to do so when you went back to the trailer after filming. “Jen we need to talk…” you said and sat on the bed, having noticed that she was still awake. “Yeah, we do… will you finally tell me what’s going on?” You nodded, but tears started making their way up to your eyes.

“I have feelings… for Emma..” you said lowering your voice tone as you looked down. “What?” She asked in disbelief. “But you’re with me.. how can you have feelings for her?” Her heart rate started increasing and you were starting to go into panic. You knew that you’d end up hurting her.. “it’s just that I’ve been spending a lot of time with her recently and I’ve realized my feelings for her… don’t get me wrong I love you, but I think I love her more and I didn’t want to hide this any longer and hurt you.” A couple tears left your eyes as you said so. “Please tell me you’re joking..” she whispered, you heard how she was trying so hard to suppress sobs. “I’m not… I’m so sorry… can we still be friends?” You asked. You knew though that you had fucked up, and there was no way in hell that she would still wanna be friends.

“Do you seriously think you can treat me like a fucking puppet, after this crap you pull on me you think I would still wanna be your friend?” She was sobbing by now. “Jen I just don’t wanna lose you-“ she quickly interrupted you “I don’t wanna hear it. You’ve made your decision.. goodbye.”

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday adams #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader

[radiowallet]

Just thinking about ✨him✨ How his big palm would cup the back of your head, and how carefully he’d hold his claws so they wouldn’t scratch you.* How those wings would wrap all the way around you and hold you safe in the shadows with him. 😌

*But ohhhh, they’d be so lovely for head scratches

Emma, my love, I haven't stopped thinking about ✨him✨since we spoke the idea into existence.

The world thought Ezra a monster. 

Many words had been bandied about. Devil and demon. Beast and brute. A mammoth monstrosity that hid in the shadows, dangerous to behold and deadly to deny. Evil. Vicious. Fearful and frightening. The darkness beneath a little one’s bed and the villain hiding just out of sight. A monster. A monster. Always a monster. And never the name that had been given to him and his kin ages ago, when the world was new and different was taught to be feared. 

Even now, those that spotted him couldn’t bring themselves to say the word; as if speaking that truth would harbour in some horrid curse, leaving them just as hideous as they found him. Scaled skin and hooked claws. Two wide spread wings and only one arm for his troubles. His size insurmountable, his eyes dark and his fangs sharp.

It was impossible to refute the way the world spoke of him. Certainly more so when the truth was so very evident from the way the gods had pieced him together. And so, Ezra stayed hidden, the depths of the darkness his only companion, only stepping out of the shadows when the world was quiet and the moon was missing, the night made darker by its absence. 

#writing an Ezra AU? #in this economy? #but seriously he would be a fantastic gargoyle #cat answers #cat loves emma

[phebth]

hewwo :3

if you still take requests and are writing for the lost boys, how would they react to having an (AFAB or gender nuetral) s/o who is like.. 20x smarter than david, 40x more reckless than are and she or they are ABSOLUTE BADASS. They have a kickass attitude and fashion like Cruella de vil(not the disney one! If you know which im talking about, the one with emma stone it UGH she is amazing♡♡)

Maybe she also has a motorcycle? its lot faster than theirs and micheal combined.

(this can be headcanons if you want it to be! and sorry if you dont write for female readers, I apologize)

a/n: LET ME TELL U I SCREAMED READING THIS AND MY FRIENDS ON VC WE’RE LIKE: “🤨 this dude crazy” also yes i will be doing hc bc i SUCK also material girl energy💅✨ i added star as well bc my girl deserves some love <3 also sry for the end it’s kinda rushed since i stayed up until 4 am writing this 😭

The Lost Boys with a badass s/o

ok so the first time they notice you was when you had parked your motorcycle in ‘their’ spot and they were like “who tf does this person think they are?!?” but when they got a closer look at your motorcycle they noticed that it was a newer model that costed a pretty penny $ that and the fact that it was A LOT better than theirs, they were pissed to say the least… 👁👁

so when Paul FINALLY sniffed you out from the crowded boardwalk they were intrigued….I mean it’s not every day people that wear… a leather jacket in hot weather? That and the fact that you were practically running and screaming around the boardwalk dragging your friend.

so they just continued to watch over you guys until you and your friend parted ways. “So your the one who’s taken our spot” david responded aggressively as you climbed on your motorcycle. “i didn’t see your name on it jackass” and with that you started up your bike and WOOSH. AND THE FUNNIEST PART IS THAT THEY TRIED TO CATCH UP BUT THEY COULDN’T BECAUSE YOUR BIKE WAS TOO FAST “SEE YA SUCKAS’” if they weren’t pissed before they DEFINITELY were now

and now every time you go back there (listen that video store has some really good movies that not a lot of other shops have!) you always see them and talk to them, well mostly them hitting on you because they thought you were cute but they swear that’s not the reason why they keep hoping to see you down at the video store. And let me tell you, Max is FED UP with having to deal with them going in the store EVERY DAY and asking whether or not you visited.

but eventually they start growing on you and when you accepted their request to join them at the cave Marco had the biggest grin on the whole night! David was kinda pouty because every. single. time. you somehow knew the answers to EVERYTHING he would say! Ngl the guys were snickering the whole time bc you kept outsmarting him so eventually he shut up. Micheal would sit next to you and steal some glances at you and when you turned your head he would act as if he wasn’t looking! <3 Star would always ask about your outfits, always asking questions about where you got it and how you managed to style the clothes. Dwayne wouldn’t say much but he would keep staring at you but wouldn’t look away he’d just… 👁👁

so when you guys all start dating i have a feeling that Star would be the most clingy, like she would hold your arm, try to make you laugh or smile by making jokes, dead stare anyone who tries to hit on you OH AND whenever you go out and do some stupid shit she’ll give you that ‘mom stare’ with her arms crossed (please stop hurting yourself when you go out she always worries about you!)

Marco is your personal delivery guy, if you need anything just ask him and he’ll run to the store to get it for you, but in return he asks for a kiss or a hug ;)

Paul likes to ask you a bunch of question a on your music taste and force you to listen to his music also likes race you with your bike (even though he always loses)

for the 2 blondes they’ll always be by your side trying to encourage you to do smth stupid (ofc if you’re not comfortable they’ll stop immediately) most of the time it woks and you guys end up having to run away from the cops but it’s all in good fun! Plus what’s life without a little excitement?! Besides they’re vampires what’s the worst that can happen?

now… for Dwayne at the beginning he doesn’t really know how to show he loves you. Like yeah he’s been with the gang for a long time but they know him so it’s different. He would try to give you lots of gifts, especially shiny things like jewelry, rocks, books, clothes basically anything he’d think you’ll like.

Micheal likes to spend quality time with you so that means he loves to take you out on dates: walking around the boardwalk, watching the fireworks, going to concerts, takeout on the beach (beach date!) yeah stuff like that :)

David likes to try to outsmart you even thought the end result is always the same: he asks you a question then you reply coyly and he tries to counter you with an other question that you know the answer to. >:| it really gets him riled up so just go cuddle with him and he’ll let it go just because it’s you…

but all together y’all make a huge cuddle pile with a bunch of blankets and hang out in the cave while marco and paul bounce off the walls.

#tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys dwayne #horror #slasher movies #slasher brainrot #horror movies #the lost boys star #star x reader

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Gush about your OC

✨ Post 5 facts about your CP77 OC.

✨ Open the latest section of #cyberpunk 2077 tag and reblog 5 posts of people you don’t follow, giving them nice tags.

✨ Tag 5 people to spread the game.

Finally catching up on tags, and ages ago @morganlefaye79, @fereldanwench, @fonfan121, @miss--river, @jessxmetal, @chilljustacat, @thenocturnalblossom, @zinkleberg, and @lizzy--wizzy all tagged me to gush about my OC, and more recently @nananarc and @ladyotakukiut, so thank you two for reminding me to go back and do this 😂

Valerie Vermilion

✨ Her First Cyberdeck

V got her first cyberdeck at age 10 when she stole an old one from a used tech dealer in a street market. She wanted one for a long time after seeing some older streetkids use them to hack vending machines for food. She taught herself to use it by hacking all the appliances in the apartment. Mark -- her guardian after her mother Virginia died -- used her skills to supplement dinner and his low wages from his job at Night City Maintenance Department. V didn't mind. It gave her an excuse to be out of the tiny apartment when he was home, and it turns out she's pretty damn good at it. In her late teens, when she starts to be able to save up money, she is able to upgrade to an implanted cyberdeck.

✨ Tech Skills

While her primary specialty is quickhacks, V also loves to dabble with hardware. To her mother's dismay, Val took apart their radio when she was six, then spent six months putting it back together. It never quite sounded right. That Christmas, Virginia scrimped and saved and picked up extra johns so that she could buy Val a good quality multi-tool.

A few months later, Virginia died an innocent bystander in a shootout between Tyger Claws and Maelstrom and, of course, the NCPD. Mark, a middle-aged man who never wanted kids, took guardianship of Val, only because of a promise he made to his favorite cousin, and he couldn't turn away the pathetic creature who turned up on his doorstep clutching her radio and a trash bag with a handful of clothes and a ratty old teddy bear that was losing its stuffing.

Mark didn't know what to do with a grieving seven-year-old, and gave her the closet in his studio apartment so she could have some privacy. With that multi-tool from her mother, V spent days at a time alone in there. She took that radio apart again and obsessively worked on it until it sounded better than ever. V still carries the multi-tool.

✨ Her Mother's Necklace

Val didn't have many physical mementos from her mother. They shared a tiny studio with another joytoy/friend of Virginia's, and had few material possessions. V can't remember the roommate's name, can only see her banged up, second-hand faceplate with permanently etched eyebrows. Upon Virginia's death she immediately found a replacement roommate and was ready to displace Val onto the street. She also kept most of Virginia's small wardrobe, though Val did save the necklace that her mother regularly wore -- a simple lab-grown ruby, which was Virginia's birthstone. In her late teens, after she started getting real gigs as a netrunner, V saved up her eddies and replaced the synthetic ruby with a real one. She rarely goes without wearing it.

✨ First Kiss & Girlfriend

When she was fourteen-going-on-fifteen, she decided she knew what was best for her life and moved out from Mark's closet. He had tried to enforce a curfew after she got busted by NCPD for trying to rip off some corpos with a couple of friends, and rather than listen to him, she took her radio, her multi-tool and cyberdeck, and a backpack's worth of clothing and moved out.

She spent three months on her own, sleeping in doorways and park benches during the day because she was scared to sleep at night. On occasion she would ask one of the few friends she had made for a night's shelter with them. After a few months she met Emma, another orphaned streetkid a little bit older, and they quickly became friends and partners. V would distract the targets -- primarily corpos in Westbrook -- while Emma would use her Sandevistan to steal their wallets and bags, anything she could grab.

Emma took V "home" to a rundown apartment in an abandoned building in North Side, Watson that she shared with a handful of other streetkids, some already working as joytoys, others playing pretend as netrunners. The first night, she led V upstairs to the roof and they watched the sunset and the city come alive with neon. Emma kissed her, and they became inseparable, for a moment at least. They were exclusive for eight months, then they broke up nominally. Until V finally moved out a year later, she and Emma continued to have a rocky yet passionate on-again-off-again relationship.

✨ 6th Street Era

When she was seventeen V met Travis on a gig and fell pretty quickly for his big teal eyes. He was a member of the 6th Street gang, and he recruited her to join. She did so nominally, just for access to regular food and shelter, plus the good dick. Her quickhacking prowess proved valuable to the gang and she secured a number of steady jobs. She stayed with Travis for almost three years before she grew tired of his regular cheating and constant broken promises. She left the gang and went out on her own for a few years, finding a place with a couple of Mox. They heavily recruited her to join them but V wasn't interested in joining another gang. In retrospect, she wishes she had joined them and met Judy sooner, and maybe saved Judy from the heartbreak of Evelyn.

✨ Tags

Gonna take the liberty of tagging more than five people. I know this went around awhile ago, so forgive me if you were already tagged, but feel free to do it again with a different OC or five new facts about the same OC! If you were one of the people who tagged me, consider yourself re-tagged. And of course, no pressure to play!

@aurorartz, @ugh-my-back, @86maylin, @cybervesna, @velmesh, @thegunslingerandthevoodooboy, @a-pirate, @arcandoria, @cinnamon-mey, @gloryride, @breezypunk, @holofishes, @tarmac-rat 😏 plus @bnbc for good measure 😘

#tag meme #cyberpunk asks #seriously thanks for the tags #been meaning to flesh out some of her backstory #streetkid!val #valerie vermilion #streetkid val things #streetkid!val lore #val things #oc lore

[mycovenofchaos]

🎴🪄✨ Compatibility Spread - Halsey and Evan ✨🪄🎴

I know I did these card last week but now as I type out the results, I notice more how my cards are like, 'We're going to tell you the issues not the goody goody stuff'. Like wow. 

Evan's wants in a relationship: Princess of Pent - Caring and compassionate love. Dedication in relationship. Entering a new period of dedication and commitment to relationship. Willing to put in the hard work and expects the same from partner (Halsey). 

Halsey's wants in a relationship: 8 of Swords - Feeling smothered. Possibly gave up a part of herself so that Evan wouldn't know that side of her. Did she change her personality or behavior? Cause I see her acting a certain way with Evan like all lovely dovey and just being "perfect girlfriend mode" and then once alone with friends w/o him around its like, "Give me a cigarette NOW" and complaining. I don't know if that makes sense but that's what I got. 

Won't take responsibility for wrong doing. Will play victim. Once again, lack of commitment. 

Differences: 6 of Wands, 8 of Pent (rev), The Empress (rev) - Very glad to have met, but partner lacks putting in the effort in love. Commitment is not there. "Your love interest likes you and feels sexually attracted to you but lacks emotional connection". 

Similarities: 5 of Pent - Isolation. Loneliness. Depression. Blamed himself for the relationship ending. 

7 of Swords - Lies revealed. End of playing games. Dropping pretension (this all goes with Halsey). 

I have a question because I do recall seeing an article alleging they moved in together. My question is; Did they really move in together or was this more like 'Oh yeah they're thinking about it but it just hasn't happen?' 

Emotional Compatibility: Ace of Swords (rev) - Failure to communicate, clashing perspectives. Painful words. 

Physical Compatibility: "Healing after breakup" (Evan x Emma). "Felt like they known him for a long time even if they only met recently" With that quote, I think we can all agree that Halsey feel in love with Evan the actor/character not the person and once she realized how different he was, she was not interested anymore. If you read the other spread I did about them, I mentioned third party, and anon said the third party could have been Youngblood since she moved on very quickly to him soon as she dropped Evan, and I agree. 

Mental Compatibility: The Moon (rev), The Chariot, and Princess of Cups - Deception. No honesty. "Partner could not be telling the entire truth". Not being completely honest about their true intentions, feelings, or about themselves. Partner is more interested in doing rather than thinking or feeling. May be very selfish. Not considerate of feelings. Evan looked at relationship with fresh eyes. Which could mean two things:

1. He went in thinking this relationship was going to be better than his previous one. 

2. Once he and Halsey were done, he came to a realization of what he wanted from a relationship. This would have given him the opportunity to evaluate what he wants in a relationship and partner. 

✨ A gentle reminder: tarot is for fun and we should always take everything with a grain of salt and be opened to all the possibilities! ✨

#submission #evan peters #evanpeters #evanpeterstarotreading #tarot reading #shamrockreading

[grodyego]

happy 25th dude!!! i have some OC questions for you. 1) what is the relationship like between rakesh and vega? 2) who is iggy's favorite and least favorite out of emma's friends? who's fish's favorite and least favorite? 3) how would nemo fare in our wexico universe?

THANK YOUUUUU !!! 🥳🎉✨✨✨ THESE ARE ALL REALLY GOOD OMG IM STOKED TO ANSWER THEM !!!

LOVE THIS QUESTION MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE ON THE LIST !!!!!! ive thought about their dynamic a lot. man without literally just copy and pasting a huge chunk from the. actual word document breaking down everyone in the trio's (IVE GOTTA GET A FUCKING NAME FOR THIS GROUP/STORY) relationships to each other: rakesh and vega are extremely close friends. arguably the closest friend the other has ever had. they were brought into T.A.R.G.I.T. at the same time (vega was 17, rakesh was 24) and to say both were not doing great is a severe understatement. they have fully seen the other genuinely at their worst, at rock fucking bottom, and as you can probably imagine that made for quite the rocky start ! initially rakesh was just kind thrown at vega under the guise of being a "lab assistant" to make treating him as a guinea pig less conspicuous (Unsuccessful) and neither of them were happy with that arrangement. over time though they got to get to know and understand each other better, and share in a lot of. ups and downs so to speak besides, and as a result they care so deeply for each other they basically view the other like a sibling ! they would never say as much out loud though, for their own reasons, but the care and affection shared between them is still quite open and obvious

oh another fantastic question. iggy's favorite i think surprisingly would be xavier. hes lacking in the rest of the group's whimsy and she too has a bit of that herself but i think she would actually find his somewhat long-suffering nature endearing because (as somebody who had to take custody of a teenager when she wasnt expecting to) i think she'd recognize that it comes from a pretty genuine place of like, worrying for everybody's safety, like that protective streak. She Would Get It. least favorite would be kevin. honestly nothing even that personal, its just that hes a guy named kevin. fish's favorite... maybe victoria ! we make jokes about her being kind of a dork and a loser woman but thats also kind of the reason fish came to take such a liking to iggy, among other things. somebody's gotta be weird in the mundane ways in this apocalypse anyhow. and besides victoria has very a very niche interest/aera of expertise and fish just loves hearing people talk about those sorts of things/collecting extremely second-hand eclectic trivia. least favorite. actually infinitely harder. might also be kevin. hes kind of an acquired taste even if he has his moments. its not an active dislike or anything though

IVE TRIED TO THINK OF THIS BEFORE ! he would honestly kind of be both better off and worse, depending. honestly in his own regular canon reality breaking and exposing him to horrible things he can't make much sense of is just another tuesday for him, but he would find himself way more distressed to be out of a job and without a way to get or store his frozen tv dinners. i think he would wander the vast landscapes of wexico aimlessly hoping at some point to encounter the world's lasting functioning computer-monitor combo, not even knowing what he would do if he did, just kind deciding he'll go from there, and then just kind of incidentally encounter other people/phenomena. on the plus side for him with complete societal collapse he would start to be a bit less afraid about exploring his gender and sexuality so at least he'd have that going for him

#oc tag #original tag #rakesh #vega #nemo #wexico

[theluckywizard]

HI LUCKY the ambient sounds/music you suggest while reading your fics is very cool, how do you decide which tracks to add? do you listen to them while writing and then just add them in? ✨

Ohhh thank you for the question, Rowan! STRAP IN I have been a movie score nerd since I was a teen (oboe-playing band geek to boot) and I used to pop in a few different soundtrack CDs into my old Macintosh Performa in the 90s and loop certain tracks that set a mood while I wrote fantasy nonsense. SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE.

I'm always scouting and scouring for new tracks. Anytime I hear something evocative, I throw it in my long fic playlist. When it's time to 'score my chapter' I will go through and pick songs from that list that fit. Oftentimes there's a scene where I don't have something that fits and then I will spend altogether too much time looking for the exact right thing (usually resulting in finding a bunch of great tracks). Here are some of my favorite tracks for favorite moments in my fic! Lorne Balfe - Meeting with the King - Churchill OST This is a theme I use frequently in my fic and there are a few variations in the soundtrack with slightly different moods like A Cottage by the Sea and Back to London. It's a great contemplative, angsty, low key song without distracting musical moments that will interrupt a reader's flow. I used this for instance when Cullen reveals to Rose that he'd quit Lyrium and then again when she returns from Crestwood hoping to rekindle things after they'd blown up so spectacularly.

Rachel Portman - Sewing and Archery - Emma OST Look sometimes you just need a mischief track! This one captures an edge of comedy and cheekiness that was perfect for the scene where Vivienne presumes to approach Rose about the matter of contraception not long after she's made Inquisitor. She gifts her a Theodosian nuvaring made of fade-touched nevarrite. Rose is mortified and fascinated all at once. Max Richter - The Wanderer - Ad Astra OST Another similarly angsty, contemplative theme but I find this one to be more hopeful in tone. Since I have two ships I tend to use this one more with Hawke and Rose. It's the track I use for the moment after the first time Rose sleeps with Hawke where she is kind of grappling with whether she should be involving herself with Hawke. Scott Buckley - Artemis (no soundtrack this guy just churns out one off tracks that SLAP) This is the perfect most ultimate track for closing the breach. It's tense and builds into this kind of awe-inspiring crescendo over the course of several minutes. I LOVE IT SO MUCH, especially for a scene where nobody knows if they're going to succeed in closing the Breach, least of all Rose who is being rapidly consumed by the spreading anchor. Tony Anderson - Arpege - Nuit SMUT TRACK SMUT TRACK. This is one I used for the first time Rose and Hawke hook up. It's got that sense of urgency, passion and 'this might be a bad idea but i'm doing it anyway' energy. It's a great track on its own, but I can't not think of that first time when I hear it LOL

Johann Johannsson - Hammers and Nails - Arrival Soundtrack ok one more because sometimes you need CREEPINESS. The eerie calm where something is wrong but you're not sure what yet. This is the track I used when Cullen and Rose realize there's an impending attack on Haven. Riders have rushed in from both outer check points to report into Cullen and they have to ring the alert bell. Ughh, this track is so good. Anyway, thank you for coming to my TED Talk about using music in fic. 😅

#embedding music in fic #scoring my long fic #In the Shattering of Things #Ambient Music #I'm a Movie Score Nerd What Can I Say #I write to all this stuff #It helps the words flow!

[jeanvanjer]

some people acting like we didnt read the whlle article and they were making self deprecating jokes about themselves. they were distasteful misogynistic jokes aimed at a woc character than went on and on! they never talk about the other girls like this, even siena doesn't get this (not that it would be okay then either). also bb's comments just reaffirm that production and promo treated simone and charithra as interchangeable and mary was a glorified extra with shelley conn doing no promo

Oh I didn't read the whole article so i can't really comment on what i havent seen. I remember seeing a post on this a while back on reddit and truly assumed that BB and SR were talking about regency norms and perception of women and it was taken out of context and caused outrage. Clearly from the tiny passage i did read, it was not.

But that has no bearing on their treatment of poc characters which is continuously growing into a bigger problem the more things come out marketing/interview/actual show wise. Theyre all just props in one way or another.

the shows treatment of the Sharma family is truly abysmal and I have really low hopes for what will happen to Eddie's character in S3.

Simone CC and Shelley really deserved more from a show that likes to toot its own horn about ✨diversity✨

And not just them. Martins and Emma who play the Mondriches deserve more as well.

#bridgerton #my asks

[link3dart]

Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and shimmering lakes, lived a curious young woman named Emma. She had always been fascinated by the night sky and often spent her evenings stargazing, dreaming of far-off galaxies and unknown worlds.

One clear night, while Emma was lying on a blanket in her backyard, tracing constellations with her finger, a brilliant streak of light cut across the sky. She gasped, her heart racing with excitement. Could it be a shooting star? But this wasn't an ordinary meteor; it was a spaceship from a distant star system.

The spaceship landed gracefully in a nearby field, its metallic exterior gleaming in the moonlight. Out stepped Zara, an extraterrestrial traveler with shimmering blue skin and silver eyes that sparkled like stars. Zara had come in peace, on a mission to explore Earth and forge connections with its inhabitants.

Emma's initial shock soon gave way to awe and curiosity. She approached Zara cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. With a smile, Zara extended a hand in a gesture of friendship, and Emma tentatively reached out to shake it.

Through a series of clicks, whistles, and translated thoughts, Zara explained that she was a scientist from a distant planet named Astrola. She had been studying the universe's wonders and had heard stories of Earth's beauty and diversity. Emma, in turn, shared tales of human history, culture, and the natural wonders that adorned their planet.

As days turned into weeks, Emma and Zara embarked on incredible adventures together. They explored dense forests, climbed majestic mountains, and sailed across serene lakes. Zara's advanced technology allowed them to communicate effortlessly, bridging the gap between their worlds.

Word of Emma's newfound friend began to spread, and the town's residents were both curious and apprehensive about the alien visitor. Emma decided to organize a "Galactic Gathering," inviting everyone to meet Zara and learn about her culture. Zara showcased Astrolan art, music that resonated like cosmic melodies, and incredible holographic displays of her home planet.

At the gathering, doubts turned into wonder, and fear transformed into curiosity. People from all walks of life came together, eager to understand and connect. Bonds were forged that transcended space and time, and the town became a shining example of unity and acceptance.

As the seasons changed, Zara's time on Earth drew to a close. With a heavy heart, Emma stood by the spaceship that had become a symbol of interstellar friendship. Zara expressed gratitude for the unforgettable experiences and the friends she had made. She gifted Emma a small, glowing crystal that contained the essence of Astrola's starlight.

With a final hug and a promise to stay in touch across the galaxies, Zara's spaceship lifted off, soaring into the night sky and disappearing beyond the stars. Emma watched until the spaceship became a distant speck, her heart filled with both sadness and gratitude.

From that day on, Emma continued to gaze at the night sky, knowing that her friend Zara was out there, exploring the cosmos and fostering connections with other worlds. And as for the small crystal, it continued to glow, reminding Emma of the extraordinary adventure she had shared with an alien friend and the boundless possibilities that the universe held.

And so, the story of Emma and Zara's interstellar friendship became a tale whispered among the stars, inspiring hope, unity, and the belief that even the vast expanse of space couldn't hinder the bonds of true friendship.

#CosmicEncounters 🛸✨ #IntoTheUnknown: Alien Adventures 🌌👽 #StarboundConnections 🌟🌍 #BeyondEarthlyBounds 🚀🌠 #UFOQuestsAndAdventures 🛰️🌌 #GalacticMysteriesUnveiled 🛸🔍 #EyesOnTheSkies 👁️🌌 #FriendshipAcrossGalaxies 🌌❤️ #UnveilingExtraterrestrialLife 👽🔦 #StellarExplorations 🌠🌏 #AlienAbductionsAndOtherTales 🛸👾 #CosmicConversations 🌌🗣️ #UFOHuntersUnite 🌠🔍 #BeyondTheStarsTogether 👽🌌 #SpaceWhispersAndWonders 🚀🪐 #AdventuresInExtraterrestrialTerritory 👽🌎 #BridgingWorlds: Humans and Aliens 🌍👽 #ETAdventures 🚀👾 #CloseEncountersOfTheTumblrKind 👁️👽 #AlienCuriosity 🌌🔮

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[elenavonkrolock]

Jekyll & Hyde - SPB, 29.12.22 - Review

I finally got around to writing my reviews about J&H and Bal Vampirov. Since I saw different casts at different dates and I suppose this is gonna be a really long post I decided to split it into three parts and write a separate review for each show))

Theatre of Musical Comedy, Saint Petersburg, 29.12.2022г.

cast:

Jekyll/Hyde - Kirill Gordeev

Lucy Harris - Nataliya Dievskaya

Emma Carew - Elena Gazaeva

John Utterson - Konstantin Kitanin

Sir Danvers - Andrey Matveev

Lady Beaconsfield - Elena Zabrodina

Nellie - Maria Reshavskaya

Spider - Alexey Shtykov

Simon Stride - Vitaliy Golovkin

Review —

Starting with some random information. I have to mention I have bootlegs of the show in several cast compositions many times but, especially since the show closed now, I was glad I managed to see some of the last performances live. In fact, I only had a ticket for the 30th at first and thought I would only make it to the stagedoor on 29th but when around 3,5 hours before the show as by a wonder a ticket appeared, I, of course, decided to take it in a heartbeat. Since I was staying in an apartment not very far from the theatre I went there a little earlier and met outside with friends. After a while I then noticed that someone was greeting me and when I turned around I figured out it was Elena, who just came to the theatre to get ready for the show. I then rushed to greet her as well, she congratulated me on getting to Piter again (since ofc she knew about my ✨adventure✨ at the border control the other day😵‍💫) and I also managed to hand over the bouquet of flowers I bought for her. 🥰 Honestly, after this small, coincidental meet-up my mood already went up by 1000 but by then I did not even expect just how much better this evening was still going to become. We then went inside the theatre, met some more friends there and just walked around, taking pictures. I also got a programme of the show which I asked some of the actors to sign the next day.

The show - I honestly don’t think I’ll be able to even closely describe my amazement about this show in words but overall it really was a breathtaking and fantastic experience and (no shade to other productions, I love the musical in general) I am now even more convinced that the Russian production is my favourite out of them. The costumes are gorgeous, the whole cast and ensemble is great, the orchestra and the music itself are also amazing… I was already impressed when the show started with Kirill’s Doctor Jekyll from the off giving some kind of “introduction” to the show and sort of explaining how every person is split into good and bad etc. also I really loved the stage design and how the scenery on stage switched for almost every scene, starting with scenes in the madhouse and then switching to Sie Danvers’ home, the red rat, and Doctor Jekyll’s Study or Laboratory all the time. 'Lost in the darkness' and 'I need to know' right at the beginning were really great scenes and I also have to remark that 'facade' (and its 1000 reprises) and the ensemble dancing scenes in general were really impressing. At the end of act 1 Hyde was sort of lighting a flame on stage and even though I sat in the 7th row, I was able to feel the warmth on my face.. (I’ll just mention my absolute favourites now bc otherwise it’s gonna be too long) One of my favourites was definitely the engagement scene, which was absolutely adorable. Also the fact that Henry and Emma wore matching clothes almost made my heart melt.🥺 I also adored the 'his work and nothing more' part. 'Alive' and 'dangerous game' were some really hot scenes as well, as was confrontation. At 'a new life' and ‘once upon a dream' I had trouble holding back my tears. And, I know it’s a very unpopular opinion, but ‘in his eyes' will forever be among my most favourite scenes in the whole show. Especially in this composition because Elena and Nataliya just sounded really great together. The final also left me in tears. This time was by the way one of the shows where Emma also dies in the end :'( So overall, the whole show was amazing.

Cast - starting with Jekyll/Hyde of course. As you might know, my favourite J&H unfortunately hasn’t been playing since 2018, so I had no chance of seeing him. Nevertheless, I saw both Kirill and Roman now and they were both great, though very different (about Roman I’ll write in the other review). To sum up, Kirill was an exceptional J&H, he found the perfect balance between a very introverted doctor who is pretty much focused on his work only and evil, savage Mr Hyde. To me personally, his Henry even seemed less sociable and a bit more cold/withdrawn than some other portrayals I’ve seen. While for others it seems the extreme obsession with work only developes over the course of the show and they did care a lot more for Emma before all that, he really seems to have chosen his work as his top priority right from the start and she only comes second. Nevertheless, the chemistry between him and Elena (and Natasha as well) was really good and they seemed like a very sweet couple during their engagement. Moreover, I have noticed that you sometimes see Hydes who are acting more beast-like and wild while others, like Kirill’s, seem to focus more on the evil, maniac side of the character. Overall, I really enjoyed his portrayal though. Emma. My favourite. I have to admit I wasn’t a huge fan of Emma and always thought she’s a rather boring character - until I saw Elena’s portrayal of her. I could write hours about how much I love her Emma, but to sum up she was just amazing, both vocally and acting-wise. Her Emma was very tender, always loving, kind and supportive towards Jekyll, but at the same time she had this strong and independent side to her, which was visible especially in her interactions with stride at the beginning. She’s pretty much driven by her love for Henry, never leaving his side and always believing in him, even if nobody else does, even though it is noticeable that she has her doubts later on and that she really suffers from her fiancé’s constant absence and Lena just portrayed all of this perfectly. Nataliya as Lucy was also great. I really enjoyed watching her 'bring on the men' and the scenes in the red rat in the beginning but at the same time I suffered with her during 'a new life' and her death left me in tears as well. It’s just impossible to not feel touched by her story seeing how such a kind-hearted woman who never gives up believing in her dream and hoping for a new life, despite her position in society, has to go through so much suffering…

stage door - first of all, right after the show I got a chance to take a picture with Emma in costume and after that and after I went to get my jacket from the wardrobe, I went out to the stage door, met some more friends there and then we waited for the actors together. There were masses of people that day, so I was really worried I wouldn’t be able to take photos or ask for autographs. I almost didn’t notice when Elena came out because she was surrounded by such a huge crowd of people. Luckily, my friend told her that I’d like to see her and ask to sign something again and she came to us right away, took some pics with me and signed my photo album with the photos with her from another concert in September before she left. She’s the sweetest, honestly, I can’t even describe how much I love her <3 When the crowd started to disappear I also managed to take a picture with Kirill. We stayed for a little longer and suddenly noticed that someone had placed some huge plastic cherries next to Kirill in front of the stage door. They were gone again later, but up to this date, we haven’t figured out why they were standing there. I showed Elena the photo with the cherries later and asked whether she knows, since I suggested it might’ve been a present for Kirill, but she didn’t know anything about it either. We later figured out they were taken away from a café nearby and placed there. Why is still unknown. Anyways, that was my first Jekyll&Hyde💗 I’ll write the second review tomorrow! If you have questions/remarks whatsoever, feel free to ask, comment, text me etc)

Should I post some of the photos as well? :D

#jekyll and hyde #jekyll and Hyde musical #Джекилл и Хайд #Кирилл Гордеев #елена газаева #наталия диевская #kirill gordeev #Elena Gazaeva #Nataliya Dievskaya #review #musical #european musicals #russian musicals #rmt #European musical theatre

[gealach-in-a-misty-world]

Whilst working as a living canvas for an abusive tattoo artist, Flora meets Minnie, an enigmatic circus performer who offers her love and refuge in an opulent townhouse, home to the menacing Mr Chester Merton. Flora earns her keep reading tarot cards for his guests whilst struggling to harness her gift, the Knowing - an ability to summon the dead. Caught in a dark love triangle between Minnie and Chester, Flora begins to unravel the secrets inside their house. Then at her first public séance, Flora hears the spirit of a murdered boy prostitute and exposes his killer, setting off a train of events which put her life at risk.

"We are all ghosts".

Emma Hinds' The Knowing is a dark atmospheric piece about abuse and recovery, with a number of chilling scenes. The true horror, as in the best books, comes not from the supernatural elements (Flora has the ability to see and be possessed by ghosts) but from the abuse and harsh threatment of women during the Nineteenth Century.

This book doesn't hold its punches, tackling dark themes like incest, rape, forced abortion, and pedophilia. Flora was taken in by an abusive man when she was very young, and so was Minnie, a past circus performer with dwarfism. The two of them are quickly drawn to each other, but their own relationship isn't devoid of red flags. The so-called "love triangle" in the blurb is less that and more of an "abuse triangle", with Flora and Minnie seeking comfort in each other. The complex tangled web of their intersecting lives makes for a poignant reflection on abuse and the lies we tell ourselves in order to survive.

The supernatural part is handled well and it's appropriately harrowing, with ghosts that are victims of violent crimes and bent on revenge. I appreciated the focus on the card reading, another facet of Flora's Knowing, one she can teach others as well; her healing seems to settle in one such scene.

With this kind of setting I wasn't certainly expecting an HEA ending, but while a sudden tragedy strikes in the second half of the book, things end up looking up, in a way.

The Knowing is a gritty debut.

✨ 3.5 stars

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📚📚📚 IF YOU LOVE THIS, YOU MIGHT LIKE:

* Wild and Wicked Things, by Francesca May

for: flawed characters, abuse

[You can find more of my reviews about queer speculative fiction on my blog MISTY WORLD]

#emma hinds #the knowing #lgbtq books #queer lit #queer books #queer #sff #queer sff #sff books #books #book reviews #reading #gealach reads #gealach writes

[magicamcheck]

Welcome Toy Market ⚜︎ Map Interactions [EN Translation]

Fan-translations of the lil map chats from the Toy Market event 🧸 ft. Sion, Towa, Gui, and their respective fairies ✨

[Sion]

Sion: ...Slowly... Like this?

Towa: Sion-sama, you’re so hard at work making those toys. You’ve picked this up really nicely in such a short span of time.

Sion: No, I’ve still got a long way to go. Making these myself is what made me realize that. …Crafting by hand is really difficult.

I never realized that a single toy could take so much of a toll on you.

But I’m sure this is no match for the difficulties you face, as someone who handles automatas, or Gui, who builds magic tools. Right?

I can’t find the right words right now, but I guess what I mean is I really respect you all… Honestly, I just think it’s incredible.

Towa: It makes me happy to hear your praise, Sion-sama. But the value of a craft has nothing to do with how complicated the process is.

If you put your whole heart into it, that toy will be one of its kind, and that makes its value priceless. That’s what I think.

And I’m positive that that will be passed down to the one who ends up in possession of it. It will surely be cherished.

Sion: ......

...I see. Hearing that puts my mind at ease a little.

Towa: By the way, let’s backtrack to that comment about deepening your respect for Gui-sama...

He just passed by us. I think telling him directly would definitely facilitate communication between you.

Sion: !?

Gui: Did someone call me~?

Sion: ...Nobody did.

Gui: Huh? B-But, I could’ve sworn Towa-san just said the name “Gui.”

Sion: I just said that nobody called you.

Gui: Ee!? I-I’m sorry!

Towa: (Why did Sion-sama’s attitude change so abruptly? Human emotions really are so complicated...)

[Mateo]

Emma: Mateo, what do you say when a customer comes?

Mateo: Welcome…!

Many… toys! Toys… fun!

Emma: Excellent. Okay, and… Hello. May I have this doll?

Mateo: Yeah! …Ah…?

Next… what question?

Emma: ‘Is this for you, or would you like it gift-wrapped?’

Mateo: !! Right!

Agh… Talking to… customers… hard…

Emma: But you’ve gotten so much better since last time! Besides, all of us will be with you on the actual day, so don’t worry.

Mateo: Okay! Mateo… try hard!!

If I do… good job… make Sion happy?

Emma: Yes, he’ll be so happy!

Mateo: !! Mateo… try even… harder! Emma… thank you!!

Emma: You’re welcome. Okay, why don’t we take it from the top one more time?

Mateo: Yeah!

[Towa]

Emma: Towa, do you have a minute? I wanted to ask you something about toy-making…

Ah, Heinkel’s here too. Sorry, were you in the middle of something?

Heinkel: No, I’m just here to observe.

Emma: Observe?

Towa: I’m servicing my automata.

Emma: (Oh, that bear automata…)

Is that the one you always carry with you?

Towa: Yeah. I haven’t had the time to perform a proper maintenance on it lately.

Emma: (He has a really gentle look on his face…) You take such good care of them.

Towa: …Yes. They are, without question, very dear to me.

Heinkel: …Towa, is it alright if I could observe you one more time? After Emma finishes what she needs.

I’d like to be far more dependable at healing the ones dear to someone dear to me.

…Hm? I apologize. That was a rather confusing sentence.

Towa: Don’t worry, I understood you perfectly. I really appreciate how thoughtful you are, Heinkel-sama.

[Heinkel]

Platinum: Yo, Heinkel-sensei. Could you fix this broken toy for me? Towa and Gui weren’t available. They told me to come to you.

Heinkel: Mm…? I don’t mind, of course, but… Platinum. I’m having trouble believing you only want the toy fixed.

I figure there must be a reason for it…

Platinum: Oh, you’re pretty sharp. Yeah, you’re right. This guy could sell real high if it was fixed up some.

Heinkel: I see. That sounds more like you.

Platinum: What? Are you not gonna fix it ‘cause you don’t like that reason or somethin’?

Heinkel: Heh, don’t misunderstand me. My mission is to heal everything regardless of what the reason may be.

Even if you were to have malicious intentions, that will not prevent a mended toy from serving its purpose to me again.

Platinum: I don’t think you were tryin’ to do this, but that sentence is slicing me up like a knife.

But whatever. I’ll leave this with you. And I’m just saying this from a professional standpoint, but I think those toys would’ve preferred that over going unsold.

Heinkel: In some way or another, you have a very practical spirit… or maybe I should say you’re very business-minded. I don’t hate that in itself. I’ll most certainly take this for you.

(Platinum leaves)

Heinkel: Now… Where should I start?

So that this body you were born with may shine again, I will heal you with all of my spirit.

[Gui]

Boy: Thank you for the toy, Oniichan!

Sion: No problem, thank you for purchasing it. There are a lot of people around here, so make sure you don’t wander away from your parents, okay?

Boy: Okay! Bye-bye!

Gui: ......

Sion: Gui? What’s the matter?

Gui: Ah! It’s nothing, just… I was just noticing how gentle you sound when you talk to kids…

Sion: When you put it that way, you make it sound like I'm normally mean to you guys.

Gui: Ee!! Th-That’s not what I meant at all! But, I guess sometimes you are a little scary…!?

Sion: I don’t mean to be doing that. But is my attitude here proving your point? I apologize if I’ve ever hurt you.

Gui: N-No, no, no, no! I should be the one apologizing…!?

I was just a little jealous of hearing you talk so nicely…

Sion: ……..

I mean, I could try to force myself. But it’ll probably seem like I’m a completely different person.

If you’re fine with me turning into an angelic oniisan every time we talk, even back at the guild, then I’ll think about it.

Gui: ……

That doesn’t sound like it’d be good for your mental health, so I think I’ll decline…

Sion: ……Okay. I’ll try to watch my attitude next time we talk.

[Platinum]

Girl: Hey, Oniichan. What kind of toy is this kitty here?

Platinum: Oh ho, little girl. You have an excellent eye. That is the craftsmanship of the highly talented meister Towa.

Its cute factor is not the only thing it has going for it. If you press its belly just a smidge, like so——

Stuffed Cat Toy: Meow~

Girl: Wow!! It meowed! That’s so cool!

Platinum: Hahaha, isn’t it? I guarantee that your days would be so much more fun with this little friend to talk to.

Girl: Okay! I’ll take it please!

Platinum: Oh, thank you for your patronage. Make sure to brag about it to all your friends, alright?

Towa: Platinum-sama, how are things over h——?

…! You’ve already sold this much? This is a feat I could never accomplish.

Platinum: Ahh~ That’s because you’re missing a little something from your dialogue, Towa.

But you know, talking up a product’s strengths is one of the basics of business.

No matter how good a product you make, it’ll all go down the drain if it never falls into the hands of someone who’ll use it. You know?

Towa: ...Yes. Once you make something, it should end up serving someone. I really appreciate your help, Platinum. Thank you.

Platinum: No problem. You promised I’d get paid plenty, anyway.

Plus... I gotta make it clear to Gui and Emma once again that I’m a guy who knows what he’s doing.

Oh yeah, Towa. Let’s keep this teamwork up till the Toy Market’s over. Yeah?

Towa: Yes, let’s keep it up.

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