#the va;guest muse

[shiroi---kumo]

@aquaticsoul ->

Early morning lessons were not Sielu's favorite, if only because of the required commute.

Luckily for him though, he'd stayed in the palace the night prior due to it having been so incredibly late by the time he finished up for the day.

It leaves the morning open to him, the time normally spent peeling himself up and flying over now available for him to enjoy all to himself. The sunrise always looks brilliant, but it's even better as it shines off of crystal walls and illuminates everything in warm, golden light.

A perfect time to sit back and play a tune or ten, then again he'd argue any time is perfect.

This one though... oh, this time is special. This time, he is not playing his mist. He's brought in an instrument that someone in town asked his father to repair, to which it was handed off to Sielu instead.

He's played many instruments before and heard infinitely many more songs, but there's just something so very charming about the warm, rounded tone of this particular cello. It almost sounds like the hopefulness of the sunrise itself now that it's good and fixed. He's been working on it in his spare time for days now, making adjustments to it to ensure it is in perfect condition when it's returned to its owner. Sure, the man had only asked him to replace one broken peg, but... there was surely no harm in handling other small issues as he found them too.

It takes no time at all for him to be completely absorbed in making the wooden object sing exactly the way he wants it to, the sound drifting into the air and out of the open doors as a gentle morning 'hello' as he waits for Pilvi to get there.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ He's standing before the altar on which the Holy Blade rests and it looks just as he's been told. There's a strange feeling because it's everything that's been said to him but something he has never seen. He knows. He knows this is a dream because it always is when he's here. He's never been here and he's never seen the holy blade. He's only been told of it's grand splendor and even as he stands here before it, he somehow wonders if this is really what it looks like.

There's something about it that calls out to him. It does this every night and it has for nearly as long as he's been alive. It calls out to him as if the blade itself yearns for it's one true master and he can't say he really knows how to feel about it.

There are voices in his head again speaking words he doesn't understand. It's such a strange language and he doesn't know if he's supposed to be scared or comforted by it but it still leaves him feeling uneasy nonetheless. It's a voice and he doesn't know who it is or what she's saying but she speaks to him all the time. Is it the sword? Is it really calling out to him?

He finds himself reaching out for the blade like it's the first time he's done it because it is always the first time but yet never the last. Why does he feel such a kinship with this blade? There's an electric feeling shock that races through his body the minute his hand lays down on the hilt and he finds himself screaming through the pain. He wants to let go but he can't. He can't. He can't pull his hand back even though he's screaming at his body to let it wrench his arm away.

He's stuck there. He's stuck there screaming through the pain unlike anything he's ever felt before until there is a blinding flash of white and he -

White Mist pours from panting lips as a small frame sets up in bed with jade moons as wide as his eyes will allow. The child heaves Mist into the room as he sets bewildered for a moment while his body shakes. A knock at the door and his eyes are shooting in that direction like a frightened animal watching nervously while it cracks only to reveal a tanned face, pink eyes all framed by green hair.

"Highness?" The man sounds as he looks the trembling child over. "Highness what happened? Are you well?" He's rushing over to the boy's side who only turns to cling to the elder's form for one long moment without ever letting go.

"Shhh shhh Pilvi. I'm here. I'm here. You are safe, my liege."

There's a bit of a distant look in his eyes when he finally floats through the door to the classroom. Opettaja is playing an instrument he's never seen before today and it sounds lovely. It was a gentle guide to lead him on his way to the room. A soft welcome even if the child floating his way in looks as though before his eyes is only ghosts.

He's quiet as he enters, moving only to float his way over to the chair that was obtained especially for him to take a seat. He's calm but he looks blank today and he had remained that way when he ate breakfast and greeted his parents. He had remained that way through the entirety of his morning ritual before he got to his first lesson of the day.

"Päivä tervehtii, Opettaja." He sounds in a meek voice, as his eyes too drift out the window.

[kitschd]

// Hello!  I am back!  Thank you all for being patient with me.  Show was a lot of fun.  Not the turnout I was expecting but was still glad I got to be along side very talented people.  Con was a lot of fun.  My muse’s VA was there but sadly didn’t get to meet him.  It was a very VA heavy con with almost 40 guests in attendance.  I’m sure there’s always next time since I do several shows a year.

Going to slowly start getting replies out throughout the week!  

[mythvoiced]

-. @wantedformanysins | ♥

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Perhaps this was one of the many reasons, or perhaps it was the main reason to have birthed all the others, for the break-up - although, calling it only that seems to put it rather lightly, considering the impact it had and still has on Chulsoo’s life, as if imitating an unsevered red string of fate usually present in the mangas he avoids.

Selfishness, egoism that takes on the form of complete and utter neglect to even consider the feelings at stake in the other party. It’s not disinterest that pushes Chulsoo to sits in an airport that somehow feels even colder than it should, considering the chilly air waiting for them outside. It’s unwillingness to perform. The unwillingness to risk, to do beyond and more than what he’s used to, to finally take off his shoes and jump into the cold water below. He can be promised gold, fantasy, love at the bottom of any well, and yet he’ll never jump, for fear of braking his bones.

So he neglects others, pretends he isn’t aware of the plight he causes, all because admitting to just an ounce of it, would flood his insides, and he’d have nothing but apologies to make and guilt to work through, only awaiting the day they can accompany the blurry images of snowy forests’ and a stranger’s voice.

Egoism. Of the purest emotional sort.

He sits, gaze turned away from the flow of people officially entering the country, and ignores the chatter of his brother next to him. He by contrast looks like a summer fairy to Chulsoo’s frozen ice queen. Skin painted a healthier taint, lips usually pulled into a smile, he may be the odd one out when the eldest is as prone to wearing a frown as Chulsoo is, but when you’re the only flower standing between two pillars of ice, you’re not usually regarded as the black sheep.

Kiwoo is someone who would have treated Nathan better. And wouldn’t have broken up with him only to call him back at his own doorstep because too cowardly to admit to his family that he’d fucked up more than usual.

“There!” Chulsoo looks up to find Kiwoo pointing at a familiar figure and swallows roughly. “There he is.”

[spookymulti]

   “ Okay, here’s the deal, I ain’t comin’ back to this dump unless you pay me more. ”

   “ Bender, you don’t even do any work around here, why should you make more than the rest of us? ”

  “ You meatbags have to pay for the privilege of having MY sparkling personality on the team, of course. ”

   “ Hear! Hear! I’m with you, Buddy! ”

   “ SEE? Fry knows how great I am! ”

   “ Oh lord. ”

[azotas-archived]

“...I agree with Luke. That thing is annoying to listen to.”

“Oi, shut yer face.”

[wanderinghellkitten]

“What’s...going on right now? I guess Dezel did have a point when he said that this whole licking business was getting out of control...”

“Good grief...”

((Nero no!))

[lawain-dimensional-heroes]

“I might be breaking the 4th wall, but--“

“EHE TE NANDAYO!?“

[rosaliepostsstuff]

Hello. For the blurb event. Kiss 21. Fleur Delacour. Thank you :)

Thank you for requesting it! It was a nice refresher to write about our french queen for once 💙 Hope you like it!

Ça va. | Fleur Delacour x reader

warnings: mention of an alcoholic beverage

word count: 568 (woowie, how'd that happen?)

prompt: #21 kisses - a kiss interrupted by a third person

You had arrived a bit late at Harry’s birthday party. One long massive table was set in the garden at the Burrow, someone miscounted the guests while setting the table, so you volunteered, against Molly’s persistence, that you’d go to the kitchen to bring your own set alone.

Opening the back door to come inside, you’d expected the place to be empty - instead, you saw the back of a tall blonde standing by the counter.

“Hi, Y/N..! Ça va?” Fleur greeted you with a dazzling smile, already turning to you with extended arms. You walked up to her a bit dazed. “Hey… what are you doing here?” you asked.

The last time you saw Fleur was when she was departing Hogwarts, after the Triwizard tournament, and you couldn’t be sure you’d ever see her again. Your relationship was odd, tense, though you always thought you were the one seeing it that way. Like you were dancing the line between friends and something more.

“Is that a way of greeting your muse you had longed for..?” she jokingly scolded you with fake indignation, yet it was another one of those jokes that didn’t make you laugh, but wonder if she knew, she really was your life’s muse.

“You know what I mean,” you replied, breaking a smile. “I do. I moved to England, you know. I got a job at Gringotts. I’m renting a small flat in London, though I hope to find something nicer, that place is horrid…” she recalled, ending with an expression of disgust, but you couldn’t help getting stuck at the first information. “You live in London, now? For good..?” you questioned, as if to make sure she wasn’t joking. “Yes, dummy, what did I just say?” she shook her head at you with a chuckle.

“I’m happy to see you again, and that I’ll be able to see you whenever I want now,” she admitted. “Hang on, who’s to say I’m meeting you whenever you want?” you quipped defiantly. “Me,” she said with a confident smile, grabbing your hand, “you’re not running away from me now.”

You stared at her with your mouth opened ever so slightly. “Fleur…” you mumbled, unsure of what you wanted to say. “What now..? You can’t tell me all this time you thought I liked you just as a friend…” she said softly with an almost mischievous glint in her eye.

You smiled, and before you could say anything else, Fleur leaned in and connected your lips.

She held a flowery scent with a hint of strawberry, her soft skin underneath your fingertips felt like you always knew it, and she kissed you as if she did it countless times before.

“Girls, we’re popping the..!” Fred stuck his head through the opened top of the back door. “...champagne,” he finished, less enthusiastically, once Fleur and you stopped kissing and you jumped away in shock.

“Sorry,” he said with an awkward smile, looking between you, “I’ll just- leave you to it… Feel free to get back to-... -uhm… I’ll just go.” And he was off.

One look shared between you was all it took for both of you to burst out laughing, putting the awkwardness of that moment behind you.

“So, whaddya say we get out there?” you asked and bit your bottom lip. “Yeah,” she replied, taking your hand again, “let’s see what bubbly crap they’re calling champagne.”

[inionnarequiem]

Five times kissed - Arthur!

send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed

1

It was an automatic response, an afterthought attached to a brief goodbye but the second it occurred it felt like lightning had struck. Victoria was about to leave for the night, worn out and drained from her late-night shift at the VA hospital. Jerry might have ceased dropping his bombs but it was only a matter of time before the explosions started up again. 

Arthur was staying in his office, determined on finishing that last bit of paperwork despite her insistence, so with a weary sigh Victoria had leaned down and pressed a light kiss to his cheek, whispering ‘goodnight’ before leaving. She didn’t see what expression he wore right after, but she realized her error just as she turned out of his sight and felt her face heat up in embarrassment. What was worse, the fact that she did that without prompting, or the fact that she didn’t... mind it at all?

2

Later that evening, when the booze and the drugs finally had a chance to flush out of her system, she would blame it on a mad rush of the high for making her so bold, so wanton and whoreish in that back room after his gig. The entire affair was a mistake yet one she had no regrets making, even if it left a sour taste in her mouth- in more ways than one. Her knees shook as she stood, removing the remainder of his release from her face before fisting his ratty vest at his shoulder and pulling him forward. 

He was still delirious so slanting her lips over his was a simple task. Let him have a taste of himself while she snuck the packet of powder from his loosened fingers. “How’s that for somethin’ you bum?” she murmured against his lips, tongue darting out to lick them before she pulled away with her prize in hand. The memory would fade come morning, but the taste would not.

3

She woke up with a raging headache and a heart full of fear. Yesterday had been another argument that started like any other these days, but the end result- Victoria couldn’t think about it again in fear of working herself up again. The damn ‘curse’ of her legs meant that once more, she was unable to leave of her own volition and rather than have Arthur pay for a cab she instead asked to stay in the guest room until she recovered. Instead, she fell asleep.

Walking slowly downstairs to the sound of breakfast being made, she poked her head around the corner and made her presence known quietly. He turned, that sad, guilty smile of his breaking her heart into pieces once more. Against her better wishes, she walked over and placed a placating kiss on his cheek which was quickly returned along with a hushed ‘good morning.’ Hardly, but that wasn’t what mattered, was it? Not when something like this remained so fragile and volatile between them. Not when, despite her best efforts, she still wanted... wanted... 

4

More. 

More contact. More of his lips on hers. More of his greedy hands leaving bruises on her hips as he held her up against the wall. He fucked her with the same voraciousness as when he kissed her; all-consuming, demanding and reverent even as he played her like a damn piano. Every gasp swallowed by his tongue, tracing every corner of her mouth as the heat between her legs built to its sharp crescendo. Victoria had known drink and drug and hallucinogens alike but his kiss- his kiss could destroy her. 

He started to pull away and in a fit of feral want she bit on his bottom lip, causing him to jolt back in mild surprise while halting his movements. Breath came in pants, clothes barely hung from their shoulders, they were too fervent to bother taking everything off before getting to the main event, and lips... kiss-bruised and red. “More...” she breathed, smirking when he reached a hand into a her hair like he was helpless to do and pulled, baring her throat to his teeth as he resumed tearing her world apart. 

More...

5

Summer was ending and soon, the leaves would fall and the Veil would grow thin again. Regardless of what that year had brought them, Victoria would always look forward to her annual rituals and routines she saved just for these upcoming holidays. Perhaps this year, she pondered, she wouldn’t have to do them alone. Smiling, she rolled over on to her side, thin blanket falling off her bare shoulder as she gazed down at her companion.

Cumbria had become their sanctuary, their home away from home situated between their own hearts and she had come to love it. Seeing Arthur be able to reconnect to his wilder roots was a blessing and a joy to witness, to nurture and encourage. Unable to help herself and protected by the canopy of the trees, she leaned down and kissed him gently. Hands found their way once more into her hair and she laughed, sounding younger as it rang out softly through the forest. They would have to leave, to break this spell and return to the stress and façade of the outside world. 

But here, where they could kiss freely, they were finally at peace.

[aplushemporium]

// 🌻🌻🌻!!

send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the heck i want

🌻 //When I was a wee child playing Wii Play, me and my sister liked to make the cows in "Charge!!" sway wildly from side to side instead of racing and breaking targets as intended. We called it 'drinky drinky', to sort of emulate the drunken behaviors of hom.er s.impson or other adult media characters. Kids be weird, and I know I was an oddball. I still like to refer to alcohol as 'drinky drinky' to this day though...

🌻 //I still need to discuss Mii physics and bodies and stuff with you, but so far, Keiko is just able to swap between limbs and no limbs, but at will. She'd stay loyal to Guest A...even if folks quake in fear of him. Also she takes photos of any Wii Sports or any other Mii related events. Does she see Guest A as a technical father? Nah. To her, he's just a cool bro who spawned her into existence by mysterious means. She's just out of the loop in regards to some lots of Mii related stuff. (also I'm p sure you seen this but, BEEG HEADED MII COSTUMES)

🌻 //I am very happy that someone uploaded the WarioWare Get it Together voice clips because gosh dang, I thought I had to constantly play 2P by myself to hear whatever Ana and Spitz would say and even then, some situations would be impossible to get. So like to know there are actually clips of them for high scores, continues, and quitting a session and such and such is just VERY GOOD. Cue me listening to Ana's voice for too long cuz musings. She says odd things...kinda like Stacy of Octodad...who shares the same VA.

[shiroi---kumo]

( @aquaticsoul ) ->

📚☀️ +

"Hyvää syntymäpäivää," he says. "... No present really, but... I wanted to tell you."

It's plain. It's simple. He doesn't have anything to his name to offer as a gift aside from the cookies he's holding out.

"Thanks for being alive an entire additional year. I think I'd fall to pieces without you. Rakastan sinua."

It's not grand, but the attempt at humor is the best he can do. If one were to look closely enough, they'd be able to catch the hint of the very rare genuine smile creeping onto his face.

He smiles a genuine smile at the offered cookies and the well wishes but his arms open instead to pull the man of blue into them so he can hold him lightly with one hand pressed against cyan hair to allow the musician to rest his head against the elder's chest.

"Kiitos. I already have the best present I could ask for though. You. However, your cookies taste like your mother's, so I won't ever deny them. Thank you for being here with me. Rakastan Sinua niin paljon, Aqua."

[matildashoney]

Loving You’s the Antidote: Chapter Six

MASTERLIST

MOODBOARD // PREV/IEW(S) // TAG LIST // TAGS // PLAYLIST

TAG LIST: @ihearthemcallingforyou​​, @cock-a-doodely-doo

WARNING: CHAPTER INCLUDES SEXUAL CONTENT.

talk to me about it! feedback is greatly appreciated!

Sunday Dinner.

One day a week that was designated for the family to gather around – especially now that two out of three of the children have left the nest – and have a nice, home-cooked dinner and dessert and a film that everyone has seen one too many times.

Mom and Dad’s house never changed. Always the same tinted beige on the siding, a gentle baby blue shutter outside every window, the colourful florals filling the boxes on the top floor. Dad wanted the Southern Charm. Mom wanted a taste of Paris. They settled on something near California twang. On the interior, Mom made home. All of the walls decorated with family portraits and your paintings and the photographs that Grandma gave her on her very last visit. All of it – the cracks in the wood, the chips in the paint, crooked frames – was home.

Dad and Brandon are in the living room, Mom outside tending to the garden of vegetables that would begin blooming in the near future, Phoebe in her bedroom talking about something One Direction-related obnoxiously.

Hiding Harry – and the relationship she has with him – away from Phoebe might be the hardest part.

“Hello, hello,” Mom quips as Amelie walks inside, toeing her shoes at the carpet and laying her bag on the makeshift table, the golden trotting to her side to greet her. “Dad’s in the living room with B. Phoebe is upstairs. Have everything almost done!”

Mom is clad in her favourite Sunday Outfit – the necessarily painted jeans, a white blouse, and her favourite slippers that she purchases from a tiny shop in the outskirts of Paris every time she visits home. Her hair is greying ginger, and although she loves it, she refuses to colour it. Makes me feel wise, sweetheart.

“Mama,” Amelie says hesitantly, kissing her cheek, sitting on the chipping barstools – her idea was that every year her children would repaint their barstool, and eventually all the paint would become an eclectic memory – and taking a sliver of the tomato chopped on the cutting board, “j'ai besoin de votre aide pour quelque chose.”

Mama, I need your help with something.

Mom sets the knife down, her palms flat on the counter, her light green eyes staring into her daughter’s. “Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?”

“Know how I told you that I started seeing someone,” Amelie begins, her heart pounding in her chest, her cheeks flushed with her anxiety and the anticipation. “He’s in Melbourne, right now. He’ll be there for Valentine’s Day.”

“Okay,” Mom urges, her attention moving to the exaggerated shouting in the living room from her husband and eldest.

“I,” she stutters, her palms sweaty and sticking to her jeans, her tongue wetting her chapped lips, “I think I want to go see him.”

“Chéri,” Mom coos, walking around the counter and settling on the stool nearest to her, taking her hands in hers and drawing circles with her thumbs, “qui est ce garçon?”

“His name is Harry,” she murmurs, laying her phone on the counter and showing her their favourite picture from his birthday a week earlier. “He’s on tour.”

Mom’s eyes are wide, fully aware of who Harry is. Her mouth is slightly agape, her hand covering her parted lips as she stares at the picture – Harry kissing Amelie’s cheek, his arms wrapped around her waist, her hands covering her eyes. Her cheeks shade a light pink, her sigh sounding in a tone of awe.

“That’s the Harry from Phoebe’s band, yeah? One Direction,” Mom says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, ensuring that her youngest wouldn’t hear and interrupt the conversation. “Comment as-tu réussi ce coup, mon amour?”

“No idea, Mama,” she sighs, a smile tugging at her lips as his contact swipes across the screen with a message. “He’s so good to me.”

Good morning, doll. Have fun at family dinner. Call me when you’re home. x

“You love Harry,” Mom smiles, kissing her hair sweetly, standing from the crooked stool and reaching for her laptop, opening the screen and gathering all the information for a flight. “Nona did this for me, especially when Dad flew to North Carolina for that film. Great Grandma did that Nona when she wanted to take the train to Papa in Paris for the weekend.”

“Didn’t know that Nona took a train to Paris for Papa,” Amelie murmurs, typing in the information for the airport that Glenne had given her the day before. “You flew to North Carolina for Dad.”

“Il faut savoir ce que tu veux et aller le chercher, chérie.” Mom pokes her head into the living room, Dad grinning ear to ear to see her, Brandon waving towards her as Daisy nudges at his hand to pet her. “En utilisant la carte de crédit, mon amour.”

“Okay,” Dad hums, standing to give her a kiss. “Guessing by how quiet you are, I shouldn’t say anything to Phoebe or B.”

“Our secret,” Mom smirks, kissing his cheek sweetly. “Doing what Mama asked us to do like they did for us. Giving her a chance.”

“Good.” Dad squeezes her into a hug, Mom melting into him. “Hi, honeybee.”

“Hi, Dad.”

“Oh mon Dieu,” Mom squeaks, rushing to the stove and quieting the heat, ensuring that the meal wouldn’t burn. “All the time.”

“J'ai failli brûler sa cuisine la semaine dernière,” she giggles, shaking your head at the memory. “Not fully burnt down, but I definitely burnt our chicken and ordered us pizza, instead.”

“Happens to the best, and worst, of us.”

“No longer allowed in his kitchen unless I’m supervised,” she laughs, her attention turning to the doorway where her youngest sister stood with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. “Oh, what’s wrong, Pheebs? You look like someone told you a concert got cancelled.”

“Have a show on Valentine’s Day and Cassie was supposed to livestream and apparently the internet in the arena is being worked on,” Phoebe sighs, hugging her momentarily and settling onto the stool beside her, her eyes squinting suspiciously as she closes her phone and lays it beneath her thigh. “Cancelled going to a party so I could watch with Cass.”

“Can’t you still go to the party? Not like you were uninvited,” she reasons, her heart beginning to beat heavily in her chest with anxiety.

Does Phoebe know already?

“Guess so,” she sighs frustratedly, shaking her head and heaving a breath with annoyance. “I’ll probably stay home and wait for updates, anyways.”

Mom’s eyes meet hers, Have you told her?

Of course not, she mouths, forcing a smile as her younger sister takes the cutlery and sets it along the table.

“God, you’ve gotten weirder since you turned twenty.”

Have to tell her soon, Mom whispers, kissing Phoebe’s hair as she takes the decorated plates and begins laying each on their designated mat – the ones that we painted every year that we needed a new change in the kitchen aura – to accompany the meal.

Know that and I will, she swears, her eyes meeting her younger sister and opening her arms for a hug, smiling as she stalks towards her with a pout on her lips. “I’m sure someone will livestream the show, Pheebs.”

“I’m just annoyed,” she grumbles, leaning her cheek on her sister’s shoulder and having her arms hang loosely around her torso. “Can I be an adult already and get to travel to see all of my favourite shows whenever I want, already?”

“Don’t think that’s how it works,” Amelie hums, stifling her laughter against her hand, her lips tucking into her mouth to mask your smile.

“Harry would probably pay for his girlfriend’s flight to visit him. Niall, too,” she groans. “That is such an unfair thing. There is someone out there that gets to love Harry Styles.”

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

“Enough with the impending doom until after supper, Phoebe,” Mom muses, shaking her head and walking into the living room to tell Dad and B. Her wink towards her telling her that she could see the anxiety on her face, encouraging her to relax.

Having – more or less – hippies as a mother and father, Family Dinner is certainly something other than functional and orderly.

Mom talks about the novel she sent to the editor earlier in the week, one more approval needed to finalise one section of the publication contract. Dad mentions in passing that he has to be at a film set early in the morning for the promotional campaign shoot. Heads turn as Brandon brings up asking Autumn – his girlfriend since the age of thirteen – to marry him. Phoebe complains about not seeing Harry and Niall as soon as she wanted. Congratulations ensued as Amelie mentions that the mural at the bakery is complete and perfected.

I’ll take you to the airport, Mom whispers as Amelie hugs her goodbye. Her petite body wraps tightly around hers, squeezing her tightly. You should tell Phoebe before someone else tells her.

Calling Harry on her way home, her mind is racing with all that her mother said, all that her sister said, all that she has to be done before she leaves in a mere three days.

Harry talks quietly in the background as she readies herself for the night, her hair strung in a towel and one of the band’s tour shirts clinging to her damp skin, her lips coated with her – and his – favourite chapstick. He mentions the flowers that are outside his hotel, how the season is so much brighter than London. He asks about Mom and Dad, Phoebe and Brandon. One day I’ll bring you out here, Harry says.

All that replays in her mind is her mother’s words, and the flight confirmation sitting in her email.

Have to know what you want and get it, honey.

/ / /

“Welcome to Melbourne,” the flight attendant announces on the speaker, the lights slowly beginning to brighten and wake the sleeping guests scattered about the plane. Amelie’s carry on is tucked in the overhead bin, an older gentleman offering to get it for her as she struggled to reach.

If Harry was here, he’d be making fun of you for being too short.

Amelie sinks into Harry’s sweatshirt, smirking at the fact that her father would be seething with her wearing a Greenbay Packers anything. Her fingers quickly type on the screen, Harry’s name with an accompanying picture at the centre.

Need your hotel and room number, please and thank you. Don’t ask questions.

Harry takes a minute to respond and Amelie can see the expression on his face, the furrowed eyebrows and squinted eyes, his bottom lip pulled between his fingertips.

The Langham, Room 702. I’m about to get in the shower. Should I stay out a bit longer?

Her mouth curves into a smile as she notices a bouquet selection near the exit. Her attention immediately goes to the sunflowers and daisies in the corner, paying and quickly making her way outside to meet the security guard that Niall arranged with her.

Give it like twenty minutes.

His response comes immediately, the suspicion evident in his text. He doesn’t question her, simply responding and taking a seat on the unmade bed. He shuts the water in the shower, heaving a breath and sinking into the mattress, trying to think through everything.

Alright.

Laying there is unbearable, Harry standing up and beginning to pace around his bedroom nervously. He can’t quite grasp the idea of her coming to Melbourne. That would be simply impossible with university and the artwork projects and family dinners.

That would be impossible, wouldn’t it?

Although unlikely, twenty minutes felt like hours. Harry wasn’t a patient person. He became bored easily and the idea of having to wait for something his girlfriend was surprising him with, and being without a single idea, gave him a headache.

His ears perk to the knocking on his suite door, quiet chatter outside, his feet padding against the carpet and his hands yanking a stray shirt over his naked torso. His chest deflates at the sight of Niall holding a bouquet of sunflowers and daisies – certainly from her.

“How–”

“Quite the selection they have at the airport,” Amelie squeaks, laying her miniature knapsack against the wall and smiling, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as his arms circle her waist, squeezing her into him as tightly as physically possible. “Harry, I can’t breathe.”

“Bye, you two,” Niall smirks, handing Harry the bouquet and turning to return to his suite.

Harry chuckles, releasing his grip on her slightly, taking the bouquet from his friend and nudging her bag inside with his foot, his arm continuing to stay wrapped around her and hugging her to his chest. “Sorry, I’ve just missed you.”

“Missed you, too,” she whispers, closing the door behind her, his cheeks taken in her hands, her lips moulding to his and soaking in his kiss, the bouquet set on the nearby table, his fingertips gripping her hips. “Glad you didn’t shower and leave me out there.”

“Would never do that to you,” he smirks, his thumbs tracing her bottom lip, stealing a kiss innocently. “Can’t believe you’re here.”

“One very long flight later,” she smirks, kissing his cheek and jaw sweetly, her arms squeezing him tighter in her embrace. “Good thing I sleep on planes.”

“Forty fucking hours, love,” Harry whispers, gently nudging her cheek, his mouth moulding onto hers and savouring the way she kisses him.

Amelie smiles against his lips, obsessed with the way his reaction made her heart swell against her chest and heat radiate on her skin. “Considering I can wake up with you on Valentine’s Day, it’ll be worth it.”

“Tell me you didn’t bring that knapsack and that’s it.”

“Had to check into m’room and shower, first,” she says, lightly tugging on the curls and kissing the vein in his neck, smiling at his moan as her lips touch the centre and nip at his skin. “All of m’stuff is there.”

“You’re not staying in another room,” Harry breathes shakily, his hands travelling across her hips and squeezing her bum. “You’ll stay with your boyfriend.”

“Know that but I needed to get here without you finding out,” she smirks, a heavy breath leaving her lips as his mouth begins mapping kisses along her neck, biting into the skin and marking her, their bodies walking backwards into the bedroom, his hands gently nudging her against the wall.

“Must’ve cost loads,” Harry mutters, his lips sweetly kissing her jaw. “You’re not allowed to buy another plane ticket to see me. I’ll get it.”

“Can thank Mom for me being here,” Amelie sighs, adoring the feeling of his mouth on her, the way his fingertips dig into her hips, holding her tightly to him. “Bought m’flight and all that. Came from a whole story about women in m’family travelling for their men. Apparently, it’s a thing they do. Take chances on nice guys, and all that.”

“Oh,” Harry smirks cockily at that, his teeth dragging her bottom lip as he kisses her hungrily, the briefs beginning to feel all too tight against his cock and tensing thighs. “’m a nice guy to take a chance on, then?”

“Think so,” Amelie moans, her eyelashes laying against her cheeks, all her thoughts hyper-focused on Harry’s hands trailing beneath her – his – sweatshirt, his thumbs tracing over the curves of her breasts. “Can feel you trying to distract me about the flight.”

“Give up on paying for your next flight,” Harry says sternly, silently praising the way there wasn’t a lacy bralette to get in his way. “Quicker you do that, quicker you’ll have the best shag of your life on that unmade bed, over there.”

“Fine.”

“My sweatshirt, hm?” Harry smirks, gently taking the material and tossing it onto the carpet, the cotton leggings adoring her hips rubbing uncomfortably against his hips. Her lips suck at the skin on his collarbone, the skin bright red and adorning a temporary mark.

“You left it,” Amelie mutters against him. Her thighs tense at the feeling of his fingertips ghosting across the lace waistband of her panties, his thumbs tucked into the material and dragging it slightly. “Harry.”

“Did it on purpose.” Harry nudges Amelie against the mattress, her cheeks flushing as his eyes travel along her body, taking in every inch of her figure, the curves and the tattoos and the lines that make her. “Up,” he murmurs, smiling as she lifts her hips and her panties accompany the clothing on the ground.

Harry kisses her inner thighs sweetly, coaxing her to relax with his touch. He gently massages her hips, smiling against her skin as she breathes out an airy moan, her fingertips curling through his hair, his arms tucked under her bum to have her core meet his mouth. He lays his tongue against her heat, savouring the way she tastes so sweet, his lips suckling on her clit the way she loves.

Amelie’s moans spur him further, the moans vibrating against her making the orgasm overwhelm her senses. His fingertips tease her heat, gently inching into her and curling against the velvet walls that squeeze him, the sucking against the nerves between her thighs having her chase her orgasm with white vision and moans.

His tongue continues to lay on her heat, taking her orgasm and humming with the taste, his fingertips between his lips to have all of her. His smirk is enough to make her squeeze her thighs together, the way he is so happy to please her making her want to have him again and again and again. He sponges kisses along her inked thighs and belly, teasingly biting her nipples as his mouth works his way back to hers.

“Get on the bed,” Amelie tells him, her jaw clenched as Harry smirks and tosses the remaining clothes on his torso. “Don’t smirk at me like that.”

“Not doing anything,” Harry smirks, his cheeks tinging pink as Amelie manoeuvres around him and settles between his thighs. “Gon’a kill me looking at me like that.”

Her fingertips ghost across his thighs, her lips touching his skin, smirking against him as his hand gently takes her hair away from her face. Her tongue wets her skin, her hand gently wrapping around his cock, her thumb spreading the arousal around his shaft, his breathy moans echoing around her.

Amelie slowly eases over him, hollowing her cheeks and sucking, her tongue swirling around his throbbing tip the way he loves, her hand pumping all that she couldn’t take. Her fingertips squeeze his hip, his arousal and orgasm beginning to taste on her tongue.

“God, this is so much better than me trying to pretend it’s you,” Harry moans, his head rolling onto the pillow as her innocent eyes meet his.

“Oh, baby, you think about me,” Amelie hums, the vibrations making his hips ache and thrust into her mouth.

Harry groans as she takes all of him, his cock hitting her throat and her tongue taking his arousal. “Certainly, don’t think about m’hand.” His orgasm is reaching him quickly, his panting rapid and causing his chest to heave. “Need to be in you, doll.”

Amelie smirks, kissing the inked thigh and laying her lips across his heated skin. Harry squeezes her hips above his waist, making her pause, her breathing shaky as she realises what he’s implying. “Are you sure? Don’t wan’a hurt you.”

“Love, I promise you won’t,” Harry says shakily, moving beneath her and laying his back against the wooden headboard, his lip taken between his teeth as she gently settles on his thighs. “Go slow, I’ve got you.”

Amelie nods nervously, smiling shyly as Harry squeezes her thigh encouragingly. His hands hold her hips, coaxing her forward slightly, his cock hard and throbbing against her heat. He nudges her to lean onto her knees, his skin prickling with bumps as he gently eases into her, her warmth surrounding his shaft and squeezing him in her velvet walls.

Amelie intertwines her fingers with his, her pelvis rolling and grinding, his knees tucked behind her, his hips thrusting to meet her. Her mouth parts with her moans, the friction against the nerves between her thighs making her legs shake. Harry leans forward, his lips sponging kisses along her jaw, suckling a mark on her chest. His hands take her hips, smiling as her arms circle around his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. His thrusts meet a rhythm with the way her hips beginning rotating, a heavy moan leaving his throat as she squeezes him, easing him out inch by inch.

“Want you deeper,” Amelie moans, meeting his mouth with a chaste kiss, his knees parting her thighs, his figure laying over hers.

Harry sinks into her, her warmth soaking him in, squeezing him tightly. He kisses her jaw, her thighs wrapped around his waist, his cock bottoming out and reaching her hit with every thrust. His orgasm is heating in his stomach, sweat sticking the curls to his forehead, her moans in his ear making him want to bust. Her thighs squeeze around his hips, holding him in her, her climax warm and milking around him. His orgasm spills inside her, his panting hot against her neck. His mouth breaks into a smile as her hands take his cheeks and her lips kiss his sweetly, her ankles slowly unlocking around his bum and laying lazily on the bed.

“Good, you’re so good,” Harry hums, gently sliding out and lying beside her. His arm slings over her waist, pulling her into his chest, his cheek laying against her shoulder. “Have you spoken to your mum since you got here?”

“Oh fuck,” Amelie swears, snagging her sweatshirt and tugging it over her torso, pulling her phone out and sending messages to her mother and best friend. “Done.”

“Care to leave the pants off for the evening,” Harry winks, laughing loudly as Amelie rolls her eyes at him. He takes his phone, smirking and beginning to type against his screen, hiding the phone away from her obnoxiously.

Laying her head on his chest, she presses a kiss to the butterfly adorning his abdomen, her cheek resting on her forearms. “What are you doing?”

“Making a list of all the places I want to shag you in.”

“God, you’re annoying.”

“That wasn’t telling me to quit.” Harry grabs her cheeks and kisses her, smirking at the way her lips perfectly adorn his at every angle. “Got to check off Aus, thank you for that.”

Amelie hides her face in her hands, trying to mask the smile that is etched into her features. Only a few weeks ago she was telling him that she couldn’t understand why he stared at her in such a way, and now she can feel herself doing the same. “Have any plans for Valentine’s Day, Mr Styles?”

“Considering m’girlfriend is here,” he hums, carding his fingers through her hair and delicately brushing the stray hairs away from her forehead, her fringe freshly cut and swaying beneath her eyebrows, her lips tinted red with the kisses. “Have a few thoughts in mind.”

“Dirty thoughts, I’m assuming.”

“Could be,” he drawls teasingly, his eyes narrowing at her as she pinches his hip. “Have a show on Valentine’s Day, so could we makeshift tomorrow to be our Valentine’s Day? Have breakfast and an early swim, avoid all the crowds. Only us.” His eyes brighten with her smile. Harry loves seeing Amelie happy. “Can plan something special for dinner, later on.”

“Good thing I brought something nice to wear," Amelie smiles, heaving a sigh as she straddles Harry’s thighs and slips off the bed, giggling at his groans and complaint of her leaving. “Have a dress for tomorrow.”

“Ooh,” Harry hums, following her into the bathroom and leaning against the wall, admiring away she mills about the space, gathering her toiletries and pyjamas for the night. “Haven’t seen you in a dress before.”

“Only on special occasions.”

“Love that you consider me a special occasion,” he says, walking towards her as she turns the water on in the porcelain bath, testing the temperature with her fingers. He wraps his arms around her waist, kissing the sweet spot at the nape of her neck, smirking against her skin as she shivers. “What are you doing?”

“Need a bath, I’m sticky.” Her words spew out without thinking and her eyes roll as soon as she feels Harry’s smirk against her skin. “Harry, don’t you dare say something.”

“Didn’t say a word, doll.” He kisses her shoulder, releasing her from his grasp and walking to the shower, the water sputtering against the glass. “Want to take a shower with me? Warm in there.”

“Having you as a distraction in there? No thank you.”

“And you think I won’t distract you in the bathtub,” Harry scoffs, shaking his head and clicking his tongue, walking to the tub and turning off the faucet, taking her hand in his and smirking as she reluctantly walks with him. “Think very highly of me, love.”

“Hope to have a minute of peace, in here, that’s all,” Amelie moans, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as he kisses her cheek, patting her bum to get into the shower.

“Not gon’a happen,” he chuckles, shutting the door as he steps inside. He smiles widely, taking in the way the water falls over her and her fringe clings to her forehead. They’ve not showered together before, only staying in the bathroom while the other bathed, and there was something intimate about the experience and the way Amelie trusts him enough to do so. “Did you have a nice flight, at least? Layover somewhere, I’m assuming,” he says, taking the shampoo and squirting the liquid into her hand.

“Mhm,” she hums, lathering her hair and soaking in the warmth around them. Harry is the first man she’s ever showered with, and the thought about how much she truly trusted him made her anxiety heighten. Begging her brain to quiet down, she asks the thoughts to leave her alone and have her enjoy the moment. “Slept everywhere I could.”

“Knowing you,” Harry winks, nudging Amelie’s hip and rinsing the soap smoothly, his eyes drifting across her body as her sponge coats her skin with bubbles, “that sounds about right.”

“Brought a bathing suit with me,” Amelie mutters, playfully pushing his chest to move under the water. “Only go to the beach a few times a year so you better take your opportunity to see me in a swimsuit and run with it.”

“Happily.” He kisses her cheek, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist, grabbing a new one for her from the stack near the sink. He admires her as she wraps the cotton around her figure, her hair clinging to her skin, her face slightly flushed from the heat. He tugs her into a hug, smiling as she wraps her arms around him. He’s learnt that she loves the unexpected hugs, the affection that is genuine and means something to the other person. His nose smells her hair, the scent that he could only describe as her lingering in the air. “Ooh, you smell good.”

“Compliment central, over here,” she smirks, kissing his shoulder and squeezing his hips. Amelie presses her lips to his cheeks to compensate for the lack of touch, his lips pouting as she shuffles into the bedroom to grab the sweatshirt and panties from her knapsack, her towel strung around her hair to dry.

“Can’t help a crush, love,” Harry says, yanking a pair of sweatpants up his legs, the waistband low on his hips and displaying the ferns that she loved to trace. “Huge one at that, doll.”

“Hm,” Amelie hums, taking her hairbrush out and beginning to comb through the ends. “You’re staring.”

“Le’ me brush your hair,” he says, coaxing the brush and nodding towards the mattress with messy sheets and a duvet. They couldn’t be bothered to make a mess beneath the comforter, too caught up in the moment. He smiles at her, taking in the way she situates herself between his thighs as he centres himself on the bed. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Okay,” she agrees, tilting her head back and smiling, her heart swelling in her chest as he gently kisses her lips, her nose, her forehead. “Hi.”

“Hi, love.” Harry turns on the television, delicately combing through her wet hair and soaking in the simplicity and intimacy of the moment. He never envisioned himself the kind to desire the moments like these, the ones that were simply him and the one he adores – loves – taking in the silence around them. “You look beautiful.”

“Currently in pyjamas,” Amelie says, shocked in the way that Harry could be so easily impressed by the simplest of things.

“Okay, and,” he says, setting the hairbrush on the bedside table and running his fingers through her hair, smirking as he notices her closed eyes and parted lips. He kisses her cheek, his thumb drawing a line along her jaw. “Don’t nod off when ’m talking to you, you cheeky thing. You’re gon’a kill m’ego."

Amelie squeezes his knee, barely opening her eyes to meet his stare. The way Harry looks at her makes her want to melt. No one has ever looked at her like that. “Your voice is soothing; I like listening to you.”

“Can read to you if you wanted,” Harry offers, moving his arm to have her manoeuvre onto her side, her hair tucked into the hood of the sweatshirt as she shares his pillow. Amelie isn’t a fan of cuddling at night, especially when she’s feeling far away, but she never strays too far. “’m halfway through your book.”

“Are you? How are you feeling about it?” she wonders curiously, her voice quieting as she begins to drift to sleep. “Careful, this is my favourite book you’re about to bash.”

“Like it,” Harry assures her. “Quite fitting with your fucked-up romance theme you go for.” He chuckles quietly as her chest heaves with heavy breaths. “Are you going to fall asleep while I read to you?”

“Most likely,” Amelie murmurs, taking his hand and squeezing it, kissing his palm sweetly before letting go, her hands tucking under her cheek as she snuggles beneath the duvet. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Night, love.”

Harry opens the novel besides the bed, the cracked spine folding beneath his fingertips. He opens to the bookmarked page, smiling as a highlighted quote catches his eye.

“And then she kisses me. It's the kind of kiss that makes me lose track of everything, and so it may take hours or minutes by the time we break apart.”

~

Harry admires the waves crashing ashore, the sun shining brightly in the sky, the golden hue tanning their skin as they lay peacefully and privately on their towels. He found the perfect spot – so he believes – away from the suspecting and invading eye, secluded and private to allow them to simply be alone. Amelie lays beside him, her sunglasses tucked on her nose, her cheek resting on her forearms as she stares at him, taking in the olive tone and tinted tattoos.

“Could you put more sunscreen on me, baby?” Amelie questions, handing him the bottle and smiling as the top clicks open.

“Mhm,” Harry hums, squirting the cream in his hands and beginning to rub it into her skin. His hands go beneath the band, his fingers searching for a clasp to unhook. “Can’t unclasp the top, love.”

“Not meant to,” she smirks, shaking her head and clicking her tongue disapprovingly as his bottom lip juts into a pout. “Know you, Styles. Knew what you were going to do.”

“I am insulted, love.” His voice feigns his innocence, the glimmer in his clearly displaying his true intentions. “How dare you think so lowly of me!”

“Mhm,” Amelie muses, playfully smacking his thigh as his hands travel closer to her bum. “Hands above the waist in public.”

“Have to ruin our makeshift Valentine’s Day, huh.”

“You got laid two hours ago! How am I ruining Valentine’s Day?”

“Wan’a see your boobies,” Harry mutters, gently tugging at the edge of the bathing suit, his lips tucked together to stifle the laughter.

“Harry, boobies, really?” Amelie groans, nudging his hand away from her chest, rotating her head slightly to stare at him. “Are you thirteen?”

“Find that saying, ‘wan’a see your tits’ is quite crude to your girlfriend, so,” he muses, smacking her bum playfully as he stands on his feet, his toes tucked in the sand, his hair shaking out on her freshly coated skin. “Okay, I’m going for a swim. Have fun without me.”

“You’re unbearable,” she grumbles, trying to hide her smirk through a bitten lip, her heart sinking as he begins to walk away. “Wait.”

“Hm,” Harry hums, turning around and walking back to her, leaning down to meet her.

“Kiss?”

“Always,” he smiles, kissing her lightly, her strawberry chapstick lingering on his skin.

She admires him as he treads into the water, the clarity of the water exhibiting the tattoos that marked his skin, the way his eyes reflected through the sun. Her forehead lines with sweat, her body begging to have the relief of the cool water around her. She hesitates though, the idea of showing her body so freely intimidating and making her question her apparel choice. Harry looks perfect in the infamous yellow trunks, the colour bright on his skin and simply great on him.

Her eyes couldn’t leave him.

“Come in here, Ames,” Harry calls, his eyes travelling around the area to make sure attention wasn’t called on them. He didn’t want her to be intimidated by a crowd and the rumours and headlines that were bound to come about. He lowers his voice, his words only travelling to where she could hear. “Water is so lovely.”

“Fine, fine,” Amelie concedes, standing up and beginning to walk towards the water, shaking her head and hiding her face in her hands as he whistles. He would never whistle at a woman; however, it was apparent that her confidence was weary. He would do anything to make her feel like the most confident woman. “Ames, hm.”

“Ames,” he says confidently, taking her hand and bringing her to him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, his hands holding her waist tightly. “You like it?”

“Never had a nickname before,” she mentions, pursing her lips as she traces through her memories and searching for anything that her family or friends might have called her beyond her name. “Only nicknames m’family has given me are honeybee and chéri.”

“Honeybee for the flowers, right?” Harry asks this for confirmation, the way he pays attention to every detail Amelie tells him, butterflies swirling in her belly at the thought. “And the other.”

“Chéri means honey or darling,” Amelie tells him, her accent rhythmic as the words roll off her tongue. “Mom likes using names like that.”

“Cute,” he smiles, kissing her cheek and hugging her tighter to his chest, waves lightly crashing into their backs, barely reaching his hips. “Happy you’re here, doll.”

“Me too.”

Harry presses his lips to Amelie’s, smiling as her arms hug tighter around his shoulders. He is grateful for the privacy, wanting to show her that she deserves to have someone that loves on her around anyone. He is nervous though, he would have to admit; media can be absolutely brutal, and the last thing he would want is to have someone hurt her through a lousy magazine or social media posting. He cherishes the kiss, the easiest affection. He could kiss her for hours.

“You seem to really love it here,” Amelie says, kissing his cheek, her legs quickly moving to her chest as a jellyfish moves past them. Harry gently grabs her thighs, trying to coax her into circling around him completely. “Harry.”

“Hm,” Harry sighs, his thumbs gently rubbing her skin as he awaits her answer – although he is sure he already knows.

“Don’t.” Her voice is quiet as she shakes her in disapproval, her eyes scanning beneath them for the fish, her legs slowly slinking towards the sand. “’m too heavy.”

“Says who?” he wonders, his voice slightly exasperated and confused. He is angry, frustrated with whoever would tell her such a thing, make her believe that there is something about her that would make her not fit enough for affection. “Doll, who said that? They’re wrong.”

“I –” Her voice cracks and Harry knows exactly who’s done this. He would do anything to have a talk with Jack, to really get inside the boy’s head and see how anyone could treat another human this way, especially one that deserves nothing but love.

“Hey, you don’t need to think about that with me.”

Let me love you, please.

“Harry, I’m trusting you,” Amelie breathes, taking a deep breath and releasing the tension in her muscles, allowing Harry to coax her thighs around his waist, his arms tucked under her bum and holding her to him. He kisses her cheek a smile on his lips as she begins to relax.

“Appreciate that more than you know,” Harry says, his lips delicate on her skin. “I’ve got you. Always do.”

In that very moment, Amelie chooses to believe him.

~

Amelie paces around the bedroom, her suitcase strewn across the lounger, her outfit for the evening set out neatly on the made bed. Her anxiety is echoing in her brain, her heart pounding heavily against her ribcage, her jaw tense as she stares at the multiple ignored calls with her sister. Harry is partially undressed, getting ready to shower, leaning uselessly on the mattress. He absolutely hates seeing her this way. He would love to take the stress and negative thoughts away.

He sighs, walking over to her and gently grabbing her shoulders, his hands cupping her cheeks and making her meet his stare, his lips touching her forehead to calm her. “Don’t worry, love,” Harry says softly, trying his best to calm her. “Aren’t Phoebe’s friends coming to the show, tomorrow? Maybe they’re all talking.”

“Guess so,” Amelie sighs, leaning into his chest, his arms embracing her. He taps her spine lightly, nodding to the vibrating phone set on the dresser behind them. “Maybe that’s her.”

“I’ll leave you to it.”

Quickly taking her phone, she sighs heavily, sliding her thumb across the screen and waiting to have the video connect to speak. “Hey, Phoebe.”

Hi, Phoebe, Harry whispers, nodding towards the shower and walking into the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind him and turning on the vent, the water sputtering on and hitting the tiles.

“Hey,” Phoebe murmurs, her lips pursed together, her cheek leaning against her fist.

“Are you alright? You’ve been avoiding my calls,” Amelie says, her voice barely above a whisper, the anxiety beginning to overwhelm her.

Phoebe found out. Phoebe found out and now she’s mad at you. You’re the worst sister. She’s going to hate you.

“You’re there, in Melbourne,” Phoebe sighs, blinking slowly and taking a deep breath, trying to gather all of her thoughts and emotions. Phoebe wasn’t mad at Amelie. How could she be? Her sister fell in love, that was obvious. Having a relationship, after everything, is what she deserved. Her lying about it, that’s what upset her. “Valentine’s Day is tomorrow.”

“Not sure what you’re getting at.”

“At dinner, on Sunday, you said you were seeing someone.” Her voice is flat, lacking all emotion, her eyes a bare blue, lacking their shine and glimmer that light everyone’s day. That breaks Amelie’s heart. “It’s Harry. You’re seeing Harry Styles.”

“Phoebe,” Amelie begins, quickly quieting as Phoebe opens her mouth to speak. Her intention was to listen, to not upset her any further.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Wanted to tell you, I did,” Amelie says honestly, tears prickling her eyes as she takes in the hurt on her sister’s face. “How did you find out?”

“Cassie is a barista at the café on the private beach,” Phoebe sighs, running her fingers through her hair and shaking her head. “Could see Harry a mile away with those yellow trunks. On the way out, she wanted to see if he was still there, maybe she could say hello or something. There Harry was, standing over a girl, shaking his wet hair out, laughing. Cass took a picture and sent it to me. Whoever she is, Harry looks really happy, is what she told me.”

“Cassie posted it,” Amelie chokes, her anxiety rushing with thoughts that spring tears in her eyes.

Oh my god, everyone is going to find out. Everyone is going to find out and the bullying, the harassing, everything is going to start before you and Harry could even make it to two months together.

“Of course not,” Phoebe assures her, her heart breaking as soon as Amelie begins breathing heavier. “As soon as Cassie texted me the photo, everything made more sense. Mama showed me the picture you sent her of the beach, the hotel. All of it looked the same as the pictures people posted online. Knew it then. I told her that she could not post it.”

“Oh,” Amelie breathes, the sweat on her forehead beginning to dry.

“Hurts me that you didn’t tell me, Amelie. You’re my sister, my best friend. We tell each other everything,” Phoebe sighs,

“Phoebe, I.” Amelie has nothing to say.

“Are you happy?”

Amelie goes absolutely silent, pursing her lips together and lightly nodding her head. Harry steps into the room, a shy smile on his lips as he nods, telling her everything without a word.

“Are you happy? Are you and Harry happy?” Phoebe repeats, desperate to emphasise her meaning. Her sister deserves to be happy, whether she believes so or not. Phoebe could never be upset with her for that.

“I am,” Amelie smiles, genuinely smiling, taking a deep breath. Her honesty surprises her, the way the words are so easy to say shocking her. Happiness, like this, hasn’t been something she believed she could have. “For the first time, I am.”

“Then, I’ll be okay. You and I, we’re okay. I’m not upset.” Phoebe sucks in a breath, budding her courage in her chest. Phoebe never expected this to happen. “Put Harry on the phone.”

“Huh?”

“Tu m'avez entendu, Amelie.”

Harry’s eyes widen at the statement. He gulps, taking a deep breath and walking towards Amelie, nodding approvingly and settling on the bed beside her.

“Um, Phoebe wants to talk to you,” Amelie mutters, giving him the phone and nodding towards the bathroom. “’m gon’a go take a shower.” Grabbing her towel and nervously treading into the en-suite, she shuts the door slightly, barely enough space to hear.

Harry clears his throat, taking a deep breath before beginning. He can see that Phoebe is shaking. “Know that you’re mad at us, and I’m sorry.”

“Not mad,” Phoebe says nervously, her thoughts jumbled and trying to comprehend who is speaking to her on the screen. Never would she have thought that this would be the way she would him. “Just a little upset.”

“Understand if you are mad, because Amelie and I made the decision not to tell anyone, and that included you,” he sighs, scratching his neck nervously. “’m sorry you had to find out by someone else, but you should know that you not speaking to her is making her really upset.”

“Has Amelie gone in the shower yet?”

“Mhm,” Harry nods, unsure where the conversation is heading, accepting it, nonetheless.

“Do you know about Jack?” Phoebe murmurs, her voice growing quieter to ensure that Amelie wouldn’t hear. Upsetting her about him is not what she wants to be doing.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Harry mutters, desperately trying to not become angry. Hearing his name makes Harry furious.

“Amelie thinks I don’t know, and I don’t remember what happened, but I do, and I don’t ever want to see her that upset, that bad, again, okay?”

“Of course.” Harry smiles softly, admiring the way she so openly cares about her sister.

“Know you’re you and all, but that’s my sister. You can’t hurt her, okay?” Her voice is laced desperately, the concern evident in her eyes. Harry would never dream of hurting her, and he has to make sure she knows.

“Phoebe, I promise you, I won’t.”

Amelie’s eyebrows furrow together in confusion as Harry says that, her towel tucked around her hair and her body clothed in simply her panties and lace bra that he loves. Harry pats the bed, encouraging her to come closer to him.

“Not a bribe, but ‘m gon’a need you to tell me the shows you have tickets to,” Harry says, smiling as Amelie settles in the open space that he’s made for her.

“Um, San Diego and Santa Clara,” she stutters, her fingers shaking over her mouth as he hands her sister his phone and she typed in the dates for him.

“Alright. Talk soon,” Harry smirks, squeezing his girlfriend’s thigh and setting her phone in her hand, kissing her cheek, his body moving away from the mattress and taking his phone into the bathroom to busy himself until the call is over.

“Phoebe,” Amelie teases, mouthing a quiet, thank you, as Harry tosses headphones to her to talk, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Don’t be mad.”

“Ugh,” Phoebe sighs, knuckling her eyes and taking a heavy breath. “I’m not mad. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy. Amelie, you deserve to be happy, even though you think you don’t.”

“Love you, Phoebe.”

“Love you, too,” Phoebe says quietly, turning her light off and settling under her comforter, her eyes beginning to close. “Don’t fuck this up for me, Amelie. Don’t fuck this up for you, either.”

“I’ll try not to, Pheebs, I’ll try.”

~

Harry reserved the most secluded section on the beach. Quiet waves crashing against the sand, twinkling lights around the posts, blankets and stray towels accompanying their picnic to lay on the cushion of the cabana, the sand slightly damp beneath their feet. Amelie can make out the chatter of the crowds in the distance, the sidewalk much too far for them to be seen.

“Like this,” Amelie smiles shyly, taking a bite of her sandwich and taking a swig from the wine settled between herself and Harry. “Quiet and very us. Nothing flashy and extravagant. That’s something I always wanted, y’know – to be happy, simply me and the other person.”

Harry presses a chaste kiss to her lips, his thumb and forefinger holding her chin, nosing her jaw with a kiss and squeezing her hand.

“Harry.”

“Hm.”

“Do you think that the stars align a certain way to make things happen? Don’t know, like, the universe wants something good to happen to someone, so the stars and the planets and moon move a certain way to make it happen,” she wonders, laying her sandwich down and leaning back on her hands, her head turned over her shoulder to look at her boyfriend, his body resting peacefully on the blanket, his head tucked on a folded towel.

“Jovian-Plutonian Effect,” Harry smirks, his eyes shining beneath the moonlight. “Think you’re mine if that counts for anything.”

“One thing I was thinking about the other day –” she begins, her eyes narrowing as his voice cracks to interrupt.

“You think about a lot of things.”

Amelie lightly smacks Harry’s arm, his laughter airy and making her heart swell against her ribcage. Her love for him is growing every day, and there is one moment every so often that makes her want to mutter the words that she swore she would never say to a man, ever again, the words that would break her heart eventually.

But you do love him, Amelie’s heart incessantly reminds her. That is something that happened. You fell in love.

“You and I,” she whispers, trailing her attention from the crashing waves to the moon lingering above them, the light casting above their illuminating skin, “whenever we’re apart, we’re staring at the same moon. It sounds stupid, I know, but there’s something comforting about that. You,” she hesitates, frightened by the words falling so easily from her lips, “you’re one of my closest friends. Don’t know, it’s just nice never feeling that far away.”

“Nothing you say is stupid. Don’t say that,” Harry sterns, gently poking her thigh to have her attention. “Only a phone call away if you need me, love,” he murmurs, taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles. “Always looking at the same moon.”

“Know that I’ve only known you a month, but I’m proud of you. Not many people would have the courage to go on stage the way you do, travel so many weeks and months away, work the way you do. I admire you, Harry. There are so many people that you inspire, every day. I’m one of them.”

“Gon’a be honest, it’s hard sometimes, and it’s one of the only things that are truly hard. Missing m’family, you. Hope that you’ll come and join tour eventually, see what it’s like. ‘s my dream. ‘s like when your work is in an exhibit, y’know, the one place where everything makes sense. All the adrenaline and the screaming and everyone singing back to you. Nothing like it,” Harry rambles, moving the covered wine aside and kissing your knee sweetly. “Happy to make you proud, doll. You inspire me.”

“Hate being this, soft,” Amelie giggles, squeezing his hand and gently nudging their hands into his thigh. “Not very like us. Usually, you’re bothering me.”

“Don’t like sharing your emotions, I get that,” he sighs, turning over and laying his head on her thigh, smiling softly as she cards her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly. “Know that going through all that you did made you feel this way, and I’m sorry that it happened, but I want you to know that you can share things with me.”

Her eyes sting with tears, her lips pouting as Harry wipes a stray from her cheek. “Hate that Phoebe was mad at me. Honestly, it makes my stomach hurt. Didn’t want to hurt her by hiding this, us, you know? I just didn’t know how to tell her. Hard to really understand this all sometimes,” Amelie pauses, trying to find the proper wording to express herself.

Expressing yourself is hard enough on a good day.

“C’mere, baby,” Harry sighs, situating on the blanket and opening his arms, smiling as her body settles on his thighs, her arms tucked around his shoulders, his lips touching light kisses on her shoulder. He barely makes out her mumbled apology, his head moving away from her shoulder to stare. “Amelie, why are you apologising to me? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Crying into you because of my anxiety on a Valentine’s Day date,” Amelie laughs wetly, tears staining her cheeks, her eyes glossy as she stares into his, his thumbs drying her skin. “Hate me.”

Harry’s heart twists in his chest. He absolutely hates that Amelie feels this way. He isn’t quite sure what anxiety entails, the details and intricacies, but knowing that all of her thoughts and emotions are so deeply impacted by it hurts him. He would do anything to take it all away. “Don’t say that.” He nearly wants to mutter the three words they’ve been waiting to say. He hesitates, taking a moment to gather his thoughts back. “All I want is fo’ you to feel okay. You have me, I’m here.”

“Harry Styles.”

Her voice is airy, her hands clasped together around his neck, fingertips twirling the curls at the nape, her thumb tracing the cut of his jaw softly. Her mouth sponges kisses on his cheek, her breath hitching in her throat as his mouth steals her lips, his kiss gentle and lingering on her skin.

Harry knows that Amelie won’t verbally say more, yet the way her arms are tight around his shoulders, her mouth is rhythmic with his, their kiss taking their breath away, his hands squeezing around her torso to have her melt impossibly closer to him, tells him everything. Harry knows that Amelie trusts him, that eventually everything would be said.

All that was needed was time. Harry didn’t mind waiting.

His fingertips work at the buttons on her the dress – floral printed, naturally, his mouth kissing her shoulder as he nudges the jacket away from her torso. His mouth grew dry at the way her breasts accentuated the cut; the straps are sewn with thicker material for support beginning to slip off her shoulders. Her giggles echo in his ear, making his stomach swirl with butterflies and his heart beat so loudly he swears she could hear it.

“Quite possibly the worst idea you’ve ever had, Mr Styles,” Amelie smirks, manoeuvring her body beneath his and tugging the dress away, Harry’s shirt tossed somewhere near the basket, a sheet pulled over their bodies to hide them away, the cabana’s curtains tugged closed, the moonlight peeking through the slight cracks. “Don’t get us caught.”

“Don’t be loud,” Harry chuckles, his teeth nipping her bottom lip, her eyes rolling at his comment. “May or may not have a crush on you.”

“Considering you say that quite a bit, I think you do.” Her mouth moulds against his perfectly, a giggle leaving her lips as he fumbles to work his jeans down his thighs. “That’s what you get for wearing jeans.”

“Quit teasing me.”

“Make it so easy for me, though.”

“Quite lucky the way you flirt with me is endearing, Ames,” Harry teases, laying his jeans along with their clothes and straddling her waist, one knee tucked between her thighs, his forearms around her splayed hair.

“Call this flirting? Oh, this is nothing.”

Harry laughs, shaking his head and laying his lips on hers, soaking in the way she tastes faintly of wine and the swollenness of her flesh, her fingers lacing through his, squeezing his hand for comfort. He adores this, the way he can feel her calming. Harry savours the moment, the way their skin is clammy against each other and her thighs are wrapped around his waist, the way his heart is heavy in his chest because everything feels right.

Harry and Amelie couldn’t have pointed out the planets or the stars or the constellations underneath their makeshift blanket, their attention too obsessive with each other and the way they feel.

Although, Harry could have sworn that this is what it felt like to have Jupiter and Pluto align.

[mythvoiced]

🙌 Any muse, I'm big 👀

@wantedformanysins | Send a 🙌 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC related to my Muse.

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H-how did you make it so big, how are this powerful- kidding, obviously you are-

The Kang family is characterised by mostly serious people who like to do either serious things, or any sort of things, as long as they’re done seriously. Out of five members, two seem to have mastered the art of emotional constipation brought forth by an emotionally distant - yet at the same time, demanding - parent, one is said parent (late patriarch Mr Kang, God rest his soul), the other is a mother trying her best to compensate for her late husband’s parenting techniques, and the last has inherited zero attention from his father, and all the good-will and emotional intelligence of his mother.

Long story short, if you want to get smiled at while visiting the Kang household and mother dearest isn’t around, please refer to Kang Kiwoo.

Less successful than both his older and his younger brother, Kiwoo is usually considered the odd one amongst the three. Where Hoon dedicates his entire life energy to his career and pleasing the expectations of a ghost, and Chulsoo tries to balance an actual job with his latent hikikomori lifestyle, Kiwoo is simply trying to live and love. He’s the one to call if you need help while moving, he’s the one you can send memes to, he’s the one to call at 3am when your heart got broken. His interests in life seem to be almost exclusively emotional in nature, where he seeks things that make him feel full and good, and hopes to create these sensations within others. He’s characterised by the same levels of intelligence of his brothers, even though most assume he isn’t because of his free-spirited nature and his usual choice in conversation topics.

He likes to keep his phrasings mundane, to avoid alienating friends and strangers alike by talking about things in ways that only certain people would get. A master people-reader, the one in the group to notice when you keep getting interrupted, the one who remembers little details, and events. All in all, he seems to be almost the direct opposite of Chulsoo and Hoon, which might be the case because while his brothers were influenced by their father, he kept mostly to their mother’s side, and learnt from her.

But do know that they do actually share similarities: Kiwoo has also difficulties expressing his own emotions, actually one of the reasons he tries so hard to make it easier for others to express theirs. He avoids addressing personal issues or even acknowledging them, with the intention of dealing with them himself. In a way, you could see this as being self-denying, but in part he’s actually very careful with his vulnerabilities, and is as likely as Chulsoo to react very strongly if you try to overstep boundaries he’s very evidently setting.

He struggles with managing his anger as much as the others and should probably go to therapy too.

He’s about 28, fulfilled his mandatory military enlistment at the time his father died (he actually enlisted shortly after, probably because of it) and will never go back; he’s done a year of university and then dropped out because he didn’t think it was really for him and he’s currently hired at a chauffeuring company, considered by him an upgrade to the delivery person he was before, even though he’s just moved from driving stuff around, to driving people around. He’s an excellent driver, by the way, and has a near photogenic memory that keeps startling his brothers. He always gets his mother something special and unique for mother’s day and doesn’t visit his father. He’s pansexual, regularly drinks his respect women & trans people juice, and is actually looking into joining a few groups to become an activist. He likes punchnello and thinks the Sweet Home & True Beauty adaptations are crap. Oh, he’s also cried over the True Beauty webtoon before, and he’s not ashamed and thinks they should simply all get together in a poly ship. His usual phone backgrounds are artsy lofi-esque drawings and/or his favourite musician.

[rotund-team-rwby]

So the Japanese VA for Lady Dimitrescu is Lust , so I guess Married AU: Cinder has a another Tall Lady crush

Funny story

Guest muse friday week 2 happened when Lady Dimitrescu was revealed and some anons joked she was like Winter and Weiss's weird aunt.

[bccity]

JULY 2020 BC ENTERTAINMENT SCHEDULES & REVIEW

Members may earn 3 points each (up to 6 points) for writing, by the end of August 7 KST:

A solo para of 400+ words based on their monthly schedule (does not count toward your monthly limit).

A thread of six posts (three per participant, including the starter) based on the monthly schedule.

Threads and solos do not have to take place directly during an important date listed on the schedule, but must be related to what the muse is mentioned to be doing in the paragraph explaining their schedule/the company’s schedule for the month and/or their thoughts on the mentioned activities or lack thereof.

These schedules may be updated throughout the month if new information needs to be added.

Reminder: June schedule posts are due by the end of July 7 KST. Please do not post schedule posts in the fmdschedule tag.

Overall Company

All BC idols are scheduled for a meeting with upper management the day before the news of the upcoming base Culture Complex is leaked to the media. They’re given a more detailed rundown of plans for the facility than the public is, although not all the details are made clear. In the meeting, everyone is informed BC has partnered once again with Dimensions and Gold Star to fund the construction of a new building in Gangnam meant to become the ideal location in the world for fans of idols. The building will include a museum with exhibits dedicated to the history and music of each group and soloist, a handful of theatre venues for intimate concerts and company-sponsored musical productions, a merchandise mall, a cafe, and many other fan experiences. (admin note: For reference, imagine something similar to SM COEX Artium —with over three times the budget.) The idols won’t spend much time there even once it’s finished being built, but content starring them is critical to the financial success of the venture, so the next several months leading up to its opening will have all three companies’ idols working hard to make its opening a success. This month, that mostly involves producing photo shoots: all idols will attend a photo shoot session this month where three categories of photo will be tacked: profile pictures for the artist wall (grayscale, professional and serious tone), images for life-sized cutouts of each idol (wardrobe will consist of jeans and a single-color top for each idol, fun and bright tone with fanservicable poses such as here and here encouraged) and 3D imaging for 3D-printed figures of each idol. 

Important dates:

July 5: base Culture Complex briefing meeting.

July 12-July 31: Photo shoots for base Culture Complex, as individual muse schedule allows, at unspecified photo studio in Gangnam (admin note: muses may encounter idols from other companies while there).

BC Soloist 1

Since everything is filmed and shot for her comeback, most of July is about practicing and perfecting her performance, which has been the biggest praise point since her debut. Upon its release, “Love U” isn’t as big of a smash hit as “Roller Coaster” was, but, as a summer release, the improvement from “Why Don’t You Know”’s already impressive performance is clear. While her true staying power has yet to proven seeing as she’s still a rookie soloist, her future looks promising in a way upper management is clearly pleased with for their first soloist in a decade.

Important dates:

July 29: Release of “Love U” & Blooming Blue mini-album, music show promotions continue through August 29.

July 30: Guesting on SBS Power FM Cultwo Show radio show.

July 31: First debut anniversary.

July 31: Guesting on Arirang Radio Super K-Pop radio show.

Decipher

To promote their comeback, Decipher have a magazine shoot to do for Marie Claire Korea on the first of the month. It’s an inside spread in the issue that will be cover by their juniors WISH. While their maknae heads back overseas to tour with CHAMPION, the rest of the group will keep practicing to make their comeback on the 13th. Promotions are kept to a minimum, without any fansigns to boost album sales, and, unfortunately, the more mellow vibe of the song doesn’t click with the public for the summer as well as BC would have hoped, leaving them with an abysmal chart performance, though the comeback still brings in a profit thanks to their dedicated fans.

Important dates:

July 1: Photo shoot for Marie Claire Korea’s August issue.

July 13: Release of “Love Paint” & Canvas mini-album, music show promotions continue through August 13.

July 15: Guesting on MBC FM Starry Night radio show.

July 26: Release of Mr. Sunshine OST “And I”.

          ↳ Decipher R & V

No schedules for the month.

Important dates:

N/A.

          ↳ CHAMPION

CHAMPION has already broken records, soaring to the top of the Billboard Hot 200 album chart last month, a feat only Origin has previously achieved. The achievement has BC and Dimensions quite proud and the lack of significant performance on the Korean charts isn’t considered a big deal to them due to the overseas success. This month, they begin their tour in Texas (flying out from Seoul late on July 5) and hold five US dates total before they fly out back to Seoul in the early morning hours of July 12. As previously mentioned, the two involves all of the songs on their mini-album, two unreleased songs (”Dangerous Woman” and “With You”), and solo stages by those who have made solo debuts before the tour.

Important dates:

July 6: CHAMPION: We Are The Future Live concert at Dickies Arena in Forth Worth, TX, USA.

July 8: CHAMPION: We Are The Future Live concert at United Center in Chicago, IL, USA.

July 9: CHAMPION: We Are The Future Live concert at Infinite Energy Center in Duluth, GA, USA.

July 10: CHAMPION: We Are The Future Live concert at EagleBank Arena in Fairfax, VA, USA.

July 11: CHAMPION: We Are The Future Live concert at Madison Square Garden in New York City, NY, USA.

BEE

The members will fly out from Seoul to the US on July 2 to shoot their photo book for their album. They’ll return to Seoul on July 5 and two days later will have another photo shoot, this time for Elle Korea’s August issue. The members will take on a retro photo shoot concept for the shoot. Shortly after, they’ll shoot the music video for “Darling”, and then the rest of the month is focused on preparing for their Seoul concerts. Each member will continue to rehearse their self-chosen solo cover stages for the concert (admin reminder: please avoid choosing songs that could be claimed as points claimed songs and have not been released in-’verse). At the end of the month, they’ll perform “I Like That”, “I Swear”, “Touch My Body”, and “Loving U” at a resort festival.

Important dates:

July 3: Album photobook shoot in Los Angeles, CA, USA.

July 7: Photo shoot for Elle Korea’s August issue.

July 10: “Darling” MV & making videos [2] filming.

July 24: Live Concert: B concert at Olympic Hall in Seoul.

July 25: Live Concert: B concert at Olympic Hall in Seoul.

July 29: Performance at Blue One Resort K-Pop Festival in Gyeongju (also performing: Knight, Lipstick and Gal.actic).

          ↳ 2BEE

Though their promotions have ended and they don’t have any major schedules in the future to work toward at this time, they will be giving a sub-unit performance of “Ma Boy” in addition to BEE’s group performance at a festival at the end of the month.

Important dates:

July 29: Performance at Blue One Resort K-Pop Festival in Gyeongju (also performing: Knight, Lipstick and Gal.actic).

Knight

After a photo shoot for Dazed early in the month and following the two CHAMPION subunit members' returns from the US, Knight is slated to begin comeback preparations for an album release in October. After playing it safer the last few comebacks, Knight is returning to something a little more experimental again. The full album should be recorded before they perform at a resort festival at the end of the month. Their set will consist of “Love Shot”, “Enough”, and their older summer hit “Kokobop”.

Important dates:

July 2: Photo shoot for Dazed Korea’s August issue.

July 29: Performance at Blue One Resort K-Pop Festival in Gyeongju (also performing: BEE, Lipstick and Gal.actic).

          ↳ White Knight

No schedules for the month.

Important dates:

N/A

          ↳ CHAMPION

CHAMPION has already broken records, soaring to the top of the Billboard Hot 200 album chart last month, a feat only Origin has previously achieved. The achievement has BC and Dimensions quite proud and the lack of significant performance on the Korean charts isn’t considered a big deal to them due to the overseas success. This month, they begin their tour in Texas (flying out from Seoul late on July 5) and hold five US dates total before they fly out back to Seoul in the early morning hours of July 12. As previously mentioned, the two involves all of the songs on their mini-album, two unreleased songs (”Dangerous Woman” and “With You”), and solo stages by those who have made solo debuts before the tour.

Important dates:

July 6: CHAMPION: We Are The Future Live concert at Dickies Arena in Forth Worth, TX, USA.

July 8: CHAMPION: We Are The Future Live concert at United Center in Chicago, IL, USA.

July 9: CHAMPION: We Are The Future Live concert at Infinite Energy Center in Duluth, GA, USA.

July 10: CHAMPION: We Are The Future Live concert at EagleBank Arena in Fairfax, VA, USA. 

July 11: CHAMPION: We Are The Future Live concert at Madison Square Garden in New York City, NY, USA. 

         ↳ Knight Light

They’ll film their last music video rather early in the month, after which point, they only need to rehearse throughout the month to be ready for their showcase and music show stages next month. Since the two Knight members don’t have much in the way of choreographed dancing, most of the rehearsal focus is on working well off of each other and getting all three title tracks into their muscle memory.

Important dates:

July 9: “Closer To You” MV filming.

Lipstick

Lipstick finishes their promotions for “Wild” in the first half of the month. While it doesn’t earn them any music show wins, the song has been fairly well-received in comparison to their last release. They’ll make a short appearance on MBC Starry Night radio show before kicking into the last week of promotions, but as an eight year senior group, music shows to connect with fans are the main focus. Near the end of the month, they’ll perform “Wild”, “Glue”, and “Lil’ Touch” at a resort festival, but work on Queendom is also in full force. They’ll be filming the first two episodes of Queendom on July 16 and July 30 (the latter date also happens to be their debut anniversary), and they’ve been asked to prepare a performance of their representative hit song, “Genie”. Full details of Queendom filming for this month can be found here.

Important dates:

July 10: Guesting on MBC FM Starry Night radio show.

July 16: Queendom episode one filming (introductions).

July 18: End of music show promotions.

July 29: Performance at Blue One Resort K-Pop Festival in Gyeongju (also performing: BEE, Knight, and Gal.actic).

July 30: Queendom episode one & two filming (representative hit song stage).

          ↳ Lip Gloss

No schedules this month.

Important dates:

N/A

CHARM

CHARM continues to tour this month, with three Asian dates this time. It’s a rather relaxed month since they only have three tour dates, so the members will have some down time in between concerts, though there are general rehearsals and schedules to be attended to that will prevent them from taking any kind of true vacation abroad. If they’d like and they have family in South Korea, the company will permit them to have enough of a break to take a day trip or two to visit family, but longer trips or trips for other reasons will not be approved by the company this month to keep the members out of trouble and focused on staying focused on their tour.

Important dates:

July 4: Ode To You tour concert at Mall of Asia Arena in Pasay, Philippines.

July 11: Ode To You tour concert at Axiata Arena in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

July 18: Ode To You tour concert at NTSU Arena in Taipei, Taiwan.

          ↳ CHARM U

No schedules for the month.

Important dates:

N/A

WISH

Following a photo shoot for the cover of Marie Claire Korea’s August issue, the members of WISH are back off to Japan shortly after for a series of three concerts, the first since the release of their latest Japanese album. They won’t stay long for any additional promotions and will only be in Aichi from July 9 to July 13. Once they get back, they’ll get some down time, though there are general rehearsals and schedules to be attended to that will prevent them from taking any kind of true vacation abroad. If they’d like and they have family in South Korea, the company will permit them to have enough of a break to take a day trip or two to visit family, but longer trips or trips for other reasons will not be approved by the company this month to keep the members out of trouble and focused on staying focused on their tour.

Important dates:

July 3: Photo shoot for Marie Claire Korea’s August issue.

July 10: WISHlights Tour concert at Portmesse Nagoya in Aichi, Japan.

July 11: WISHlights Tour concert at Portmesse Nagoya in Aichi, Japan.

July 12: WISHlights Tour concert at Portmesse Nagoya in Aichi, Japan.

[prettycreepy]

🇬🇧 ~* The Seer*~ She who sees the Roots of Everything. It's crystal clear. Made with a Bic pen. [ this time, special unintended guest featured by @jaxydarkwolf , thank you ! ... I think I'll start again this idea of "inspiring muse picked on instagram" for other warm-up-sketches-drawings... mh mh. ] - 🇫🇷 ~*La Voyante*~ Celle qui voit les Racines du Tout aussi clair que le cristal. Réalisée avec un Bic pointe fine. [ cette fois-ci, l'invitée spéciale et involontaire est @jaxydarkwolf , merci à elle !... Je pense recommencer avec cette idée de "muse inspirante cueillie sur instagram" pour d'autres dessins d'entraînement et autres... mh mh...] [14 juin 2018 ] *** 🇬🇧 I sincerely have no idea what the result will be, maybe it will be just an inspiration for my sketches and works, maybe it will lead to something bigger as art commissions (maybe both at the same time... Haha) so I officialy declare the hashtag #UnintendedGuestMuse as available : if you wish to see your face in my art style(s) universe(s) -  follow me on instagram and use the #UnintendedGuestMuse hashtag on your selfie/selfportrait/yourselfstuffetcetc. Que será será. - 🇫🇷 Je n'ai sincèrement aucune idée de ce que ça va donner, peut-être que ça ne servira que d'inspiration à mes gribouilles et autre travaux, peut-être que ça ira vers un projet plus grand comme des commandes "officielles" (peut-être les deux en même temps...) mais je déclare le hashtag  #UnintendedGuestMuse comme désormais disponible : si vous souhaitez voir votre visage utilisé dans l'un des styles de mes univers artistiques  - Suivez mon compte instagram et utilisez cet hashtag sur vos selfies/autoportraits/trucsdevousmêmeetcetc Que será será.