#what are they doing in the last image? celebrating? at a concert? coming together with the power of friendship? wish i knew

[cozycottagetarot]

What Do They Daydream About You?

How To Pick A Pile:

Everyone has their own technique for choosing a 'pile'. My recommendation is to clear your mind and focus on each image for a few seconds. The image you find yourself coming back to even when you focus on the other images is the pile for you.

Quick notes on this reading:

I'm experimenting with a different style. -- I've been working on shorter, less structured, formal pacs (and some longer ones). I'm not sure how I feel about it but I'd like to hear your thoughts too!

I apologise for any errors. -- My immune system and I have literally been at war for weeks, so know if there are any errors, I probably missed it while wincing in pain. 😅

It's purely for entertainment purposes. -- Don't think I need to explain more. Take what resonates be it all of it, some of it or none at all.

PILE 1

14:44 as I pulled the last card, maybe 444 is of importance to you at the moment. Knight in shining armour vibes. Noble acts or intentions of just sweeping you off your feet. Introducing you to their friends and or family. Daydreams of big celebrations of being with you, internally and externally. For some, they daydream about celebrating the news of having a child with you. Finding peace after long struggles... starting anew with you. Domestic bliss, as in chilling at home with someone you love, not doing much of anything. Or simply enjoying the mundane tasks together. Going for walks. Having a cup of tea or coffee together. Peppering your skin with kisses... maybe physical touch is their love language. The ghost of their fingertips on your skin. Heart-to-heart conversations. Falling into a routine with you. The magic of embarking on new beginnings with you.

PILE 2

North Star Vibes. Holding out hope that they make it to you. Trying to make life better so they can show up for you. They daydream about how you make them stronger, about you being a good influence on them. It's like the thought of you soothes them when they're struggling. Dreaming that happiness is coming in the form of you. Lots of fiery energy. You're a symbol of hope. Rediscovering what they had lost with you. Feels like someone who has been through a lot. Playfulness. Daydreaming about you is embodying those feelings that seem long forgotten. I know I keep repeating the same thing over and over, but I'm not getting anything more than that (even when I go back to the literal meaning of the cards) so I pulled some love messages. There's the cards 'twin flame', 'finding myself' and 'still listening'. My interpretation is that daydreaming about you holds a mirror up to themselves which inspires them to look deeper within and figure out what they want and who they want to be. They could also find solace in music, they may have a song or playlist that makes them feel more connected to you.

PILE 3

If you were drawn to pile 2, consider checking out that pile as well too. 333. The number 3 could hold some sort of significance.

Dreaming of an equal. Someone to keep them balanced and bring a new perspective. They could feel as though (or know) some kind of scrutiny is possible, but they spend their time dreaming of overcoming it. There could be cultural differences or for some it's a matter of being in a same-sex relationship or anything that goes against what may be more commonly accepted. If it's of any significance, the red string of fate (two different decks mention it). Power couple vibes. Being able to maintain a sense of youthfulness in the relationship. Someone who won't try to take advantage of them, who'll push them to be better and vice versa, who'll look out for them. Someone to heal with and understand that they are still healing. They could dream of having a child with you or starting a family in whatever format that may look like to both of you. Daydreams of warmth & protection. Giving and receiving. You could possibly meet at a concert or connect over music.

PILE 4

I did a repull to make sure I was reading the cards right (it was stormy) and the same cards came out after reshuffling (minus one card). I feel like this person has been reborn. Who they were is not who they are now (or when you meet them). They could daydream of being divinely guided towards you. Someone spiritual or religious. At the very least finding a connection with something (a concept) greater than them. Daydreams of being guided towards happiness. They had a teardown and rebuild of who they are. They could be from a different location, you could meet when travelling across a large body of water. It feels like they're dreaming of coming in hot. They're paving the way for their happy ending. Take it as you will, but instead of a 'damsel in distress' (regardless of gender, it's just women on the cards depicting forging on) type of story, it's one of those ones where it's like "you know what, I'll save myself and I'll chase after my happy ending". Actually, I get a-spec vibes as well and that this person could be a platonic love or a strong platonic bond. It could even be you respectively. But the energy is one of being inspired and ever-lasting bonds. A new resolve, coming home to oneself, resting in the knowledge that the future is going to be good because you'll make it so.

[jmdbjk]

Tumblr anniversary

It's been TWO years since I chose to take up residence here on this hellsite/app.

Last year, when I posted about my Tumblr anniversary, Jungkook had just dropped his thirst trap birthday greeting to Jimin. And Yet to Come Busan had not happened yet. No one was enlisted yet. We had no idea that we were about to have our hearts ripped out by Jin's enlistment announcement.

My, what innocent babes we were.

So much has happened since last October other than the afore mentioned Yet to Come Busan concert and Jin's enlistment announcement.

We watched the members emotional sendoff to Jin in December. We watched them do it again for Hobi in April. We didn't see but we know Yoongi has begun his service. We don't need to see it. We are pretty certain within the next two months we will be sending another 2 or 3 or maybe even the rest of them off to do theirs as well.

We got The Astronaut, Dreamers, Indigo, a Christmas song from Tae, Vibe, Face, D-Day (and a tour and I saw Yoongi!!), Angel Pt. 1 & 2, The Planet, another version of Jack-in-the-Box, Take Two, Seven, Layover, 3D and we anxiously anticipate Golden. What am I missing? More collabs that Namjoon did with others. We got so much music I can't remember it all.

We've seen the clothing come off of every member. Some more than others. But still. Chapter Two is not about taking their shirts off, as Tae said...yeah, whatever Tae... it is about transitioning to a more mature image including taking control of their professional and personal images, their bodies, their autonomy, their maturity and sexuality. And boy howdy...

We got a very complex and far-reaching BTS 10th Anniversary Festa celebration that took place across the world.

We got Kook Cooks, Flying Yoga, Wootteo, Suchwita, Namjoon on Big Brains and Many of them Sitting at the Same Table Talking (or whatever the name of that show was), Dior Jimin, Tiffany Jimin, Calvin Klein Jungkook, Valentino and NBA Yoongi, Louis Vuitton Hobi, Bottega Veneta Namjoon, Cartier and Celine Taehyung, dance challenges.

We inadvertently got Jungkook's TikTok through his own error and now we are pretty sure the other members INCLUDING JIMIN are lurking on all the soc med platforms.

We got so much Jungkook being himself. And we watched him go from being fine with his couch potato cushion existence to being Mr. World Traveler who can't stay in one place for more than a few days before he's off again to who knows where and adding to Jimin's list of things to fret over.

We got a nice quantity of sweet quality interaction of Jimin and Tae just yesterday. This healed me.

We have heard over and over how each member is anxiously excited to get back and hurry up and show us they still have it.

There has not been any lack of things to talk about. There has not been any lack of controversy. We've seen things we probably weren't meant to see and we've seen things that are dubious as to their authenticity and things that were obviously made for us to see.

Like one of those of flying bird flock murmurations, the fandom is shifting and changing, spreading out and coalescing and doing all this repeatedly as we navigate this period of time before they get back together in 2025.

I hope we don't run off the rails this next year and that we all can find some common ground so we can stand together at the threshold of 2025 in anticipation of their comeback.

And sooooo many more of you have chosen to follow my weird ramblings, rantings and odd posts. Thank you for taking time to give my blog any consideration.

[iuteamstarcandy]

[INTERVIEW] 230922 IU in Elle Korea Oct Issue (Part 1 of 2)

Q : You are full of good news for your upcoming 15th debut anniversary which will take place on September 18. Starting from the media art exhibition, you also had your “IU Concert: The Golden Hour” film premiere and now the fan concert which will be held for 2 days at KSPO Dome.

I have been really busy. Since there is not even a day for me to rest in September, I have been wondering whether I will be able to prepare the fan concert well or if I should delay the fan concert, but in the end, it will be the most fun if we celebrate the debut anniversary during the debut anniversary. It is a little bit too much, but I am doing my best to prepare for it.

Q : I think the meeting between Elle and IU which takes place today can also be a present for people who love you.

That’s true. Especially since I can show my new side whenever I have a photoshoot with Gucci. I hope that throughout September my fans will find it as a gift.

Q : You uploaded on your SNS, “Fan Concert? Although it’s my first time (doing this), I have a feeling that this is my expertise”. After preparing for it, do you think so?

Because of my “You Have Done Well” filming, I have to go back and forth between Andong, Jeju and Yeoncheon. Whenever I get to Seoul, I practise for the choreography and the ensemble, and it is really tiring? But when the practice session started, it became like a festival (laughs). We picked less popular songs that we ourselves like, boldly rearranged those songs that seemed like fans would probably have listened to a lot before and it is has been really fun while preparing for the fan concert.

Q : The fan concert was sold out during the pre-sale for fanclub members. You are an artist who is ahead of taking countermeasures to prevent organized ticket reselling or scalpers from reselling tickets for a premium. Is it a characteristic of yours that you need to solve a problem whenever it happens?

Although it will not be eradicated just because I step forward on this issue, I still think it's important to show my willingness to do something about it. As a result, we worked together with other companies to come up with some good ideas to deal with this.

(TL note: If you report a scalper and Edam Ent investigates and finds evidence that the person is indeed reselling the ticket, then Edam Ent will give you the ticket instead as a prize. If you already have a ticket to IU’s concert, then you receive an unreleased IU photocard instead as a prize.)

Q : During the media exhibition “Moment,” last summer, which was held to celebrate your 15th debut anniversary, you released a little bit of the guide recording version of your popular songs, like “Through The Night” and “Palette”. Is there any reason for that?

If I am able to record the guide version, I will usually record it by myself. Through this process, I have great affection for the song, because you can improve your song interpretation skills or your knowledge about music. After all, music is about discovering really good moments even if they are raw and sloppy. I thought it would be nice to show the guide recordings which I have collected and listened to by myself all this time, so I picked a few of them. I also thought it would be nice if I let people listen to just a teeny bit of the song that I prepared for my new album, so I also revealed the unreleased song. I am proud of the fact that everyone got really excited about it.

Q : You also created “Uaena’s Room” for the exhibition while thinking about your fans. To IU, what kind of a person is Uaena?

I have shown everyone a few times my ‘storage place’ where I collected all the items that I cherish. I re-created the storage place at the exhibition and then made “Uaena’s Room” which looks like a mirror image of it, as if this is a décalcomanie. It started with the idea that I think Uaena are people who are very similar to me. I don’t know what kind of life each Uaena has, but I feel that I know the attitude and focus that a person has when you like someone and how soft your heart becomes in that moment.

Q: It’s already been 2 years since you released <Pieces> at the end of your 20s. In the album introduction, you wrote ‘the pieces in between my 20s that I didn’t bother to take out’ and included 5 songs right? Which piece do you think is the odd one out?

Even when I was recording “Drama” which I wrote when I was 20, I worked on it while thinking, “Ah, I can’t make my voice sound like this anymore. If I do it now, it seems like I’m just pretending.” Yet, on the other hand, I’m not someone who changes much as a person. I also feel that the parts of me that are immature and lacking will not dramatically become more impressive (laughs).

Q: Do you feel pressured about releasing your new album?

During the course of preparing for this album, there was a point when I did a 180 degree u-turn. Having released albums one after another without any hiatus so far, this time I have not released my own album for about 2 years, so I think during this period of time, the direction of my thoughts has changed a lot. Now that my songs are taking shape one by one, I think 2 years passed by rather slowly (TL note: meaning 2 years has been a long time). I feel like I’m rich because I like how the songs turned out. I’m talking about my ambition here. I think this is a good time for me to say such things.

Q: You’re the idol of idols too. There are many KPOP artists who covered your songs, bought your merchandise and shared their concert reviews with their fans. Why do you think you have received so much love?

Staying faithful to music is something that I take pride in. I think it could be the closeness and happiness they feel towards someone they have been watching for a long time. As someone in the same industry, perhaps it’s the feeling of wanting to cheer on a senior who has been doing this for a long time. I’ll do my best to repay them with my gratitude when the moment comes.

Translated by IUteamstarcandy

Magazine source: JongHeon_IU0516

[caralara]

Idk what to make of Harry when it comes to the people he surrounds himself with and his desire for more and more fame/love. He’s not the helpless victim some Larries think he is but he’s also not the manipulative villain Rads see him as. It’s impossible for anyone to tell what kind of situation he’s in and exactly who is pulling the strings and etc, but I think it’s clear that Harry doesn’t hate the Azoffs at all despite them being pieces of shits. He’s changed so much…I feel like he was at least fine in 2016-2018. But the past few years I’ve found him to be off putting, and I wonder why he continues to surround himself with super fake celebrities and business people. He doesn’t mind the fakeness of these A list events. Idc if i sound selfish or delusional, but this boy has been thru a lot from the industry and I don’t see why he’s sacrificing authenticity for success. Look at him while in the band/during HS1 vs now. I don’t even wanna go to his concerts because of his audiences. This type of stuff also makes it hard to imagine L&H together. I’m not talking about the fact that they have opposite images, that’s irrelevant to love. But i dunno, you see Louis not even being promoted by his own team and going indie and not being a fan of phoney industry stuff. Then you have Harry who’s 100% on board with playing the game. I wonder if there’s a long term plan for all this, like maybe he’s planning on making a lot of money for the management and himself so it’s stable for him to come out?

Harry isn’t the only one that’s rubbing me the wrong way though. Louis suddenly playing dad after years of pushing back against babygate is also a No from me. But with that situation, I can at least see where he’s going with it and that it hopefully won’t last much longer 🤷‍♀️

I agree with you, anon, as it is with so many things, the truth probably lies in between. I do believe the people you surround yourself with have a massive influence on your perception of the world (and obviously said people) and Harry had little choice when Jeff came into his life in 2013 about who’s surrounding him, and I do believe that Jeff is really good at manipulating and taking sugar. But harry is an adult now… the pandemic is what makes me a bit hopeful for the break now. Harry was forced to spend less time with all these leeches bc of covid and see what happened after? A harry who wasn’t very happy with Jeff. I think it’s soooo necessary for him to get out from under his supervision to recalibrate again. The way he’s confronted with his fame everyday on tour and how it’s being exploited by everyone can’t not fuck with your brain. So I hope this might do him some good… he should pull a Zayn and live on a farm in the middle of nowhere for a while hahah

[denimbex1986]

'I want to be Andrew Scott’s mother. By ‘Andrew Scott’ I mean the award-winning Irish actor who played the hot priest in Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s Fleabag. By ‘mother’ I mean mother, although Scott has a perfectly good mother already (Nora, a former art teacher). By ‘want’ I mean I desire to be Scott’s mother because in this mad pandemical world the line between the feasible and the fantastical has dissolved. Ordinary pleasures of a year ago – dinner with friends; going to a concert; cuddling a grandchild – have become impossible dreams. So why not dream the impossible?

I’ve never met Andrew Scott. I think he’s a terrific actor: I loved him in Fleabag and everything else I’ve seen him in. In September he gave an in-camera performance at the Old Vic of Three Kings, a one-man play written for him by his former partner, Stephen Beresford. The play was scheduled for July 31st but a few days before I got an email saying it was delayed by Scott’s admission to hospital for ‘minor surgery’. No details, except the issue was ‘not serious or COVID-related’. In early August I received another email saying Scott was still not well enough to perform.

The weeks passed and I became anxious. My younger stepson works at the Globe; one of his closest friends is a top director. His husband is a novelist who has written for the stage. Their world is full of thesps: could they find out what was wrong? No. I fretted more. I asked some friends connected to the London theatre world. No joy there either.

In early September Scott performed Three Kings, to rave reviews. I searched his face, was he really alright? By now it’s fair to say that I was Scott-obsessed. I viewed online interviews, checked out his personal history, re-watched him as the hot priest. Adorable.

I’m not given to infatuation with performers; Elvis in G.I. Blues was the last. But I know infatuation when I feel it. This was something different. It took me time to name it. It was mothering-hunger.

I’m not a mother. But I’m rich in stepsons, nieces and nephews, godsons and goddaughters, and now two grand-godchildren, born during the pandemic. My wife has four living siblings, with dozens of children and grandchildren between them. My COVID world is full of next-generation family.

But I’ve become greedy. I want to add Scott to the mix, I want him as my boy (he’s 44, I’m 70). My family will love him, and he’ll fit in well. Thespianism? We’ve got that covered. Queer? Yep, we’re good there. Irish? My older stepson teaches philosophy in Galway. Celebrity? One of my brothers-in-law is a famous haircutter; in recent interviews Scott reminds me of him, the same well-rehearsed casual charm, the open shirt, the finger-tossed hair. Another brother-in-law is a leading stunt director; for all I know Scott may have worked with him. So he will be right at home with us.

So why not? Desire is never reality-bound. And when desire confronts disease and death it can blaze up, reaching out to life, insisting on it, demanding more of it. I want Scott because he is more of what I already have. But my son Scott also represents what I will never have – a son of my own. Not once, in all my decades of childlessness, have I hungered for motherhood as I do now, to love a life born from me, now that death is everywhere around me.

Globally COVID-19 has claimed two million lives and rising. The UK’s death rate is one of the highest in the world. One friend has died from it, another has been severely disabled. People who lose loved ones to other diseases cannot come together to mourn them. My wife lost a brother to oesophageal cancer during the first lockdown. The same disease killed a close friend of mine in early December. He lived in Toronto and his partner is my oldest friend. I should be there with her now. What hellish fate has stuck me here in London while my dear friend mourns far away? A misery of separation that I’m sharing with thousands of others across the globe. My widowed friend has two sons who cannot put their arms around her. My stepsons and I cannot hug; we might kill each other. Love and death in close embrace: an eternal theme of literature, art, drama – now made a quotidian reality.

Life revolts. Fleabag shows a young woman seesawing between sexual encounters in the wake of her mother’s death and the suicide of her closest female friend. Finally she falls in love with a Catholic priest (Scott) who chooses God over her. Death has sent her careening toward the impossible. At one point, to cover for her sister’s miscarriage in the middle of a fraught family outing, Fleabag pretends that she’s miscarried. For her, there never was a baby. But it’s the priest’s ‘beautiful neck’ that she finds irresistible. Scott does indeed have a good neck, but who cannot find a baby’s neck irresistible?

Passionate sex after funerals is a well-known phenomenon. Female sexual desire is said to have increased during the pandemic. But eros takes many forms. Child-yearning, as Lucy-Hughes Hallett labels it in Peculiar Ground (2017), can be as exigent as lust. Will there be a baby-boom in the wake of COVID? Not for me; and anyway it’s not baby-mothering I want but a gorgeous actor-son who exudes playful vitality.

In interviews Scott repeatedly describes acting as playful. He loves Picasso’s famous remark that ‘It took me my whole life to paint like a child’. I don’t know if Scott has ever read the psychoanalyst Donald Winnicott, but for Winnicott play is the life-force. Play, in children and adults, is where dreams are enacted, where fantasy and desire find creative expression. In play, people become themselves, for good or ill, and this is exciting, joyful, dangerous. When Scott played Hamlet in 2017, he surprised audiences by showing the young prince as full of fun. Why this portrayal?

If you don’t understand that Hamlet had a great joy for life, if you think that for the length of time that he was on the earth he was always depressed, well the release from life isn’t really that tragic…[but] If you think it was somebody who was full of life, and engagement, and fun, that has now just been totally sucker-punched by grief and doesn’t want to be alive anymore, I think that’s much more telling, and much more of a consuming story. (Evening Standard, 26.11.19)

Sucker-punched by grief…an image for our times. So how do we go on playing in the face of disease and death, and fear of death? We reach out for what we have; we dream of what we want. Scott’s emergency surgery, back in July, triggered a new dream in me. Anxious for him, I clutched fearfully at what I already have – the family and friends I love – and conjured up an ideal supplement: a fantasy-son, fully recovered, to accompany me through this dark time to a play-filled life beyond.'

[louehvolution]

I don't know if it's an uo but I don't think Matt Vines is a good manager. He seems to live in his comfort zone and I believe he has never had a client with a fanbase. It's clear from the promo so far that he, Louis and BMG were hoping the fandom alone would bring the song success. Louis' emphasis on co-dependency with fans does more harm than good because most fans don't know that to be successful artists need gp support. And this image of him being a nice guy (a dad) as marketing isn't working

Anon 2: #this actually has to be the least promo he's ever had... ? I feel like I have to bring up DLIBYH promo [...] It was probably the saddest single release I've ever seen. However, that fact does not erase that although BMG is getting Louis some interviews and performances in the US, it's still not enough. He deserves so much better. Literally, just the bare minimum would be a tremendous improvement and they can't even muster up enough respect or effort for that. It's so disappointing. Nothing has changed.

Hi, anons. I don’t even count DLIBYH as a proper single release, to be honest, though it should have been. There was also Miss You US promo: one MRL interview—and they never played the song.

It's been two and a half years since Louis last released music, and Walls got minimal, substandard promo. In the intervening time, despite a record breaking livestream concert—exclusive went to a 1D and Eleanor blog—organizing his own festival, and a successful world tour… people at large have not heard his music or about him beyond 1D and fatherhood headlines.

Louis needed and deserved a strong relaunch, with not just good promo, but in fact extraordinary measures considering the amount of artistic erasure and belittlement to overcome.

Like, BTM on a list from radio host in Z100 and instead of talking about the song what he does is beg Louis to get 1D back together. There’s a culture of disrespect for Louis as an artist, that needs to be countered. What is his team doing to work towards having him known as a credible solo artist and securing a long term career?

We aren’t even reaching bare minimum at this point. Not one UK performance—and from what he said in an interview it doesn’t seem like there were plans for more UK promo. GMA performance is great, but he needs more. Corden’s is the usual—and I’m not sure he will be performing. A dozen listening parties for fans in random cities will not expand his audience at all.

Every artist who’s done F1 takeover includes their song(s), but not Louis’ playlist—and while Louis can be retiring and love boosting other artists, he is an artist doing promo, he wants his music to be heard like everyone else. He’s proud of his music, and doing radio takeovers before has played his own songs. He celebrates charting like every other artist—including indie ones—but we’re at the point people think he’s sabotaging himself. And charting and sales do matter in order to have a solo career, as he’s expressed and demonstrated he wants more than anything.


Seems out of character for Louis—known for checking in and thanking fans constantly—to do nothing for the end of tour or new music. However the pattern of his socials being inactive during promo season is nothing new.

Matt Vines should know what he’s dealing with as he’s been around for years now. BMG had over a year to research and prepare, teased for months how excited they were about what was to come—but this is it? So discouraging if they were not only incompetent but also eager to be lazy?

Louis talks about studying artists and the market—as far back as choosing EDM as the best entry route into the market. He knows how things work. His words and actions speak of ambitious hopes and dreams for his career: he loves performing to big crowds and selling out venues, he has a multiple album plan and wants to keep touring; he wants to expand his festival. He is well aware of the lack of support and roadblocks from the industry, and while he’s been mistreated and hurt, and it cannot but have taken a toll, if he has persisted, I do not believe he is throwing away promo opportunities and refusing to engage a wider audience and diversify his fanbase. He’ll make himself go through Lorraine, to his detriment—press about 1D and fatherhood proven useless—but won’t go on Graham Norton for instance? It makes no sense. Who would choose to remain dependent on an a precarious fanbase, and why do promo at all unless you want more people to hear your music? And whatever psychological damage he’s sustained after years of abuse, there is a team of professionals behind him who are supposed to be working in his best interest.

This promo won’t even build towards a better future if it’s just a repeat of what led to this situation in the first place.

I just want his faith in the future to be rewarded. Want him to continue feeling confident in himself as an artist, motivated, feeling worthy of good things; to see him shown the respect and recognition he deserves; for him to be able to continue doing what he loves and does so well for decades :(

[nyappyforeverbr]

Interview: An Cafe × hévn Magazine vol.13 nº107 │Part #1

After 9 years, An Cafe is back on the cover of hévn magazine! The limited edition of issue 107 brings the members of An Cafe, who celebrate in 2023, the 20th anniversary of the beginning of activities! The magazine was released on September 30, 2022 and all copies have been sold (we do not know the number of copies that were produced). Veteran Visual-kei band Dolly is on the back cover. We bring here the translation of the magazine's main interview!

Text transcription and translation was performed by Cafekko Mandy

- Thanks for your hard work on the cover the other day. It's been 9 years since we last photographed, but nothing has changed.

Miku: On the day of the photo shoot, I had another photo shoot at the same time, so I started getting photographed in the morning, so I remembered when we were active during a busy period. It was too fresh for me. Also, the flow of deciding the makeup order was nostalgic.

-What is the order of hair and makeup?

Miku: I'm sorry. I only remember my own time (laughs). You were the last one, right?

Yuuki: First it was me, then takuya.

Teruki: When I said, "Okay, I can be first," takuya said, "I'm fine with first," so I was like, "Oh, then please." (laughs).

-It's like an ostrich club (laughs).

Teruki: Yes (laughs). Back then, I remember takuya making an "Eh!?" (laughs).

Takuya: (bitter smile)

~Everyone laughs~

Kanon: I was the last one.

Teruki: There were two people doing our makeup, so Yuuki and Takuya were first, followed by me and Miku, and last was Kanon.

-What was it like doing the cover shoot for the first time in a while?

Teruki: I was happy with the photoshoot itself, while I was doing my makeup, I could hear the members screaming “Wow~!” while they were taking pictures, and it became fun. In the last photo shoots, we showed the adults we've become, but hevn-san has recreated the image of An Cafe as it was before, for now it's an image of a toy box turned upside down, and it's the atmosphere and methods of footage we've done in the past, so maybe there were a lot of smiles.

-We were able to take good pictures with the members helping us fly the balloons at every conversation opportunity. Thank you very much.

Miku: No, that was fun.

Teruki: I did that... I remember feeling that way.

Kanon: It was nostalgic to prepare various props by hand. I wasn't nervous, but more than that, I was nervous about trying to look cool during the photo shoot (laughs).-During the photo shoot, you didn't look nervous at all, and I was surprised that no one had changed since then.

Kanon: (laughs). As for me, I got nervous and nostalgic when I saw everyone checking the monitor while being photographed. It was comfortable and fun like before.-After the hiatus on January 6, 2019, did you keep in touch with each other? At Miku-san's birthday concert in January 2020, Kanon-san was in the band and takuya-san played a song in between, but it didn't sound like the two who had left the band.

Miku: We managed to do it together that day, but it seems that we started talking about it after it was decided that it would be revived at the "OSAKA MUSE 35th Anniversary Event" in June of this year, instead of the season where we were constantly looking for luck . When it comes to Antic Cafe (known as An Cafe), I still feel embarrassed and embarrassed (laughs). With the exception of An Cafe, we can talk about various subjects.-Did the other members feel embarrassed about it too?

Yuuki: I'm nostalgic instead of embarrassed. Just playing and talking with the members makes me nostalgic.

Takuya: Nervousness or the feeling that we haven't seen each other in a long time, perhaps? Ah, for a few minutes it felt like I hadn't seen everyone in a long time, but then it felt like we were working together until a few days ago again.

Teruki: By the time we met as a group of five, it felt like the atmosphere had returned to normal. However, Kanon was the first person I met after the hiatus and the rest of us, except for Miku-kun, left the group. When about 2-3 months had passed after both of us had left the band, I was a little embarrassed that not much time had passed and it felt like we were talking nonchalantly.

Kanon: True, right. I also felt something similar.

Teruki: Yuuki and I met at Kanon-san's concert a year after we left, and we went out to eat together. I may not have been able to converse in the same way as before. After that, I met with Miku-kun and wanted to hear what he had accumulated and what he was thinking. But when it was decided that we would perform at the "OSAKA MUSE 35th Anniversary Event" and I met the members, I somehow managed to get back to the old atmosphere.

-Didn't you feel that there was a part where An Cafe's existence was stuck in a corner of your heart?

Teruki: It might have been like that.-Did you regret or feel confused about leaving the band and putting it on hiatus?

Teruki: It was an irreplaceable part of my life, it's where I grew up, it was an important part of my life, but at that time it was difficult and painful, I thought I couldn't go on anymore, so I gave up. I should be very grateful for An Cafe's existence, but I can't honestly say I was grateful at times, even when I was talking to people. "An Cafe is illegal as I have now retired from it..." and soon I was there with my own lid closed. Even though I was working individually, An Cafe fans came to see us, sent us DMs, as well as those involved, even after time passed, I was aware that they were still looking at me as "Teruki from An Cafe", but there was a part of me that I tried not to notice. An Cafe has been with me for a long time and it still continues to dwell within me, and when I left, I thought again that An Cafe's existence was amazing. I used to hide myself from seeing my negative aspects, but when I realized that my feelings had changed to "I want to do this again someday", I was able to talk to Miku-kun through a friend, and I am very grateful for this event. I'm grateful that people other than me have given me another chance to be "An Cafe's Teruki", and I think I have to face those feelings in my heart.-After you left, you supported many bands and I saw you on stage, but I still saw you as "Teruki-san from An Cafe" and I wanted to see you perform at An Cafe again.

Teruki: Thank you very much!

~ C O N T I N U E . . .~

[yourkimjaejin]

Do Whatever You Want

Chenle and Moxy spend sometime time together at the last day of Stray Kids Seoul concert

~ I wanted to add a beginning gif but I'm at my 10 image limit 😔~

Title reference - Haven by Stray Kids

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“NOONAaAaAaA!!!! HURRY UP!!!” Chenle cried out drawing a laugh from his favorite hyung, Kun.

“LOOK, EITHER YOU STOP BOTHERING ME OR WE WILL BE LATE!!” Another round of laughter filled the dorm at Moxy’s response.

Chenle and Kun had been waiting for Moxy for an hour now. The two members of NCT were going to Stray Kids last show in Seoul at the invitation of Felix and Jeongin. Kun was tagging along so the two kids could enjoy without so many managers crowding them.

Moxy was kind of stressed about what to wear. She want to look good but not like she was trying to look good. Not that she wanted to impress anyone but....you know......She didn't want to show up any kind of way either

Moxy finished up just as Chenle started whining again from the living room. How is that boy so impatient Moxy thought. She grabbed her backpack and hooked on her FoxI.Ny keychain to her jeans before heading out. The AG dorm was quiet with all the girls out. Hannah was at the WayV dorm making sure Hendery, Xiaojun and Yangyang didn't starve. Juno went out in search of new cherry blossom themed stationary. Lastly, Aurora was in her room facetiming with Jisung while he's in quarantine.

"Finally. It took you that long for that." Chenle gestures to Moxy's outfit. Moxy was wearing a stray kids hoodie that she cropped herself, jeans, doc marten boots and a stray kids hat. Her FoxI.Ny key chain was clipped to one of her belt loops along with a silver chain. She had some light oddinary inspired makeup on to finish the look.

Moxy scoffed, "I look great and If you hadn't kept interrupting me, we would have left twenty minutes ago." Before Chenle could bite back, Kun covered his mouth. "You look great Moxy and before you two get started we should get going or we'll really be late!!" Kun dragged Chenle to the door with his hand still covering the younger mouth. Chenle's muffled protests were drowned out by Moxy laughter

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"YOU ALL DID SO WELL!!!" Jeongin, Felix, and Han all ran into Moxy's open arms. The AG leader convinced her manager to let go to the back and congratulate the members of Stray Kids personally. The entire show had her eyes glued to the eight members of Stray Kids the entire time. Her brain was alight with ideas for her own groups concert (eventually).

"Where's Chenle, noona?" Felix asked eyes red after all the crying he did on stage. Some stray tears lingered on his face.

"I asked him if he wanted to come with me but he wanted to give you guys space to celebrate. He said he'd text you tomorrow though." Moxy wiped the stray tears off the younger boys face before turning to Jeongin and smacking him on the arm.

Jeongin flinched, "Ow! Moxy noon, What was that for?!"

"For flashing your abs and not warning nobody. I literally screamed in my seat." I.N started laughing at his noona. Moxy reached out to smack him again but the younger dodged, taking cover behind Changbin. Before Moxy could chase him down, Her manager signaled that it was time to go. Moxy was forced to say goodbye to the members of Stray Kids.

"Let me walk you out." Chan held the door open. The two walked down the hall slowly while Moxy's manager walked ahead.

"So what did you really think?" Chan asked hesitantly.

"I meant what I said Channie, You all were awesome. I can't wait to be up there with AG." Moxy reassured the older. She knew the praise the boys received could be unbelievable but Moxy made it her mission to always remind Chan how much he deserves all of the praise.

"Oh thats coming right around the corner." Chan nudged his shoulder into Moxy's making her snort of disbelief.

"I'm pretty sure Aespa will have a world tour before we do." Moxy kept her eyes trained on the floor hiding her sadness.

She really wanted to believe that. Sometimes she couldn't help but think AG would never stand on a stage together with fans chanted her name. As happy as she was for Stray Kids, the overwhelming fear wouldn't stop pausing thru her mind.

"I don't know." Chan sing-songed. "I just watched your Queendom performance two days ago. Fans are still talking about it." Chan started imitating some of the moves the did. Moxy could stop the laughter for bubbling up. She shoved Chan making him stumble into the wall.

"All I'm saying is never say never. And when your concert is announced you better save seat for all of us." Chan pulled Moxy into his side. The two made it closer to the parking lot. Moxy spotted Kun and Chenle in the van talking to their manager as he got in the front.

"Oh please, I'll have to reserve a seat for I.N on all three days." Moxy separated for her oppa, making her way to the stairs. "Make sure you get some rest oppa. I better not here from Hyunjin your not sleeping." Moxy wagged her finger at the skz leader.

"I promise I won't!" Chan wished the three NCT members safe travel home before jogging back to his members and their dressing room.

Moxy entered the van to Chenle's whining. Again.

"NooooooonaAaAaAaA, what took so long. Don't you know I'm a growing boy that need food to survive." Kun whacked Chenle's shoulder.

"Please, all you were doing was texting Aurora about everything that happened tonight." Chenle whipped around.

"WHY ARE YOU SPYING ON MY PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS!!!!"

The bickering was a pleasant white noise as the van pulled off.

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Beyoncé's Reign: A Decade of Dominance

Queen Bey

Say the name "Beyoncé," and instantly, images come to mind of powerful vocals, electrifying dance moves, and a stage presence that commands attention. But who is the woman behind the crown? Let's dive deeper into the private life, career, and future of Beyoncé Knowles-Carter, the multi-hyphenate artist who's redefined what it means to be a superstar.   From Girl's Dream to Destiny's Child Born in Houston, Texas, in 1981, Beyoncé's love for music blossomed early. From singing in church choirs to performing in talent shows, her talent was undeniable. By the age of nine, she formed Destiny's Child with her friends, launching a journey that would propel them to become one of the best-selling girl groups of all time. Hits like "Say My Name" and "Independent Women" cemented their place in pop music history, showcasing Beyoncé's powerful vocals and infectious energy.  

Beyoncé in concert. Photo By Peter Hutchins. Flickr. Solo Stardom and Creative Evolution But Beyoncé wasn't content to stay in the shadows. In 2003, she embarked on a solo career, releasing her debut album, "Dangerously in Love." The album was a smash hit, spawning popular tracks like "Crazy in Love" and "Baby Boy," showcasing her songwriting skills and artistic evolution. From R&B ballads to hip-hop collaborations, Beyoncé proved her versatility, solidifying her status as a force to be reckoned with.   Beyond Music and Building Her Empire Beyoncé's reach extends far beyond music. She's a successful businesswoman, launching her own clothing line, fragrance, and Production Company. Her visual albums, like "Beyoncé" and "Black Is King," push artistic boundaries and explore themes of race, feminism, and empowerment. She's also a vocal advocate for social justice issues, using her platform to fight for equality and inspire change.  

Beyoncé Estádio do Morumbi - SP. Photo By Carolina Mendonça. Flickr.

Love, Marriage, and Motherhood

In 2008, Beyoncé married rapper Jay-Z, forming a power couple that redefined the meaning of celebrity love. They've weathered storms and emerged stronger, raising three beautiful children together. Beyoncé openly celebrates motherhood, showcasing the joys and struggles of raising a family while navigating the demands of her career. This balance between personal and professional life resonates deeply with fans, making her a relatable role model.   100 Million Albums Sold Worldwide! That’s a whole lot of Beyonce! For example, if you laid 100 million tons of beans down on the ground, they’d reach a quarter of the way around the earth. Makes you feel kind of small right!? (As well as a bit hungry!) But well done anyway Beyonce!   She performed at Barack Obama’s Inauguration! An inauguration is when a president gets the official title of president, so it must have been a huge honor for Beyonce to perform there - even more so because Barack Obama was the first Black US President! Beyonce has spoken a lot about how we need to get rid of racism, so nice one! Feels good to be good right?  

Beyonce Mrs. Carter show. Photo By Koeni Ssey. Flickr. Beyoncé, the feminist! She strongly thinks that boys and girls should be given equal chances to live their lives - and that women should be able to do whatever they want with their lives, which isn’t that much to ask right? Beyonce gives lots to charities that support this work, so she's putting her money where her mouth is, good on her we say!   Pride of Place on the Hollywood Walk of Fame! There aren’t many marks of success bigger than that and in 2006 she was invited to put her name down on that famous walk! These fabulous stars are made of brass and set into the floor themselves, but which will last longer, the star of Beyonce’s fame? We think most probably Beyonce!   Beyonce created a stage name called ‘Sasha Fierce’! She says that she did this so that she could keep her stage performer different from who she is as a person at home. It also helps her get over any nerves she has before a show, but she simply goes into ‘Sasha Mode’ - pretty clever!  

Beyonce singing on stage. Photo By Raphael Ribas Lopes. Flickr.

The Ever-Evolving Queen: What's Next?

With each album and project, Beyoncé reinvents herself. Her 2022 single "Break My Soul" marked a return to her house music roots, proving her ability to stay fresh and relevant. So, what does the future hold for the Queen Bey? Whether it's a new album, a world tour, or ventures into filmmaking, one thing's for sure: Beyoncé will continue to push boundaries, entertain millions, and inspire generations to come.  

Beyonce giving. Photo by Neurofibromatosis - Just Ask Foundation. Flickr. Beyond the Glitz and Glamour: Lessons from the Queen Beyoncé's journey is more than just chart-topping hits and sold-out stadiums. It's a testament to hard work, dedication, and the unwavering belief in oneself. Here are some key takeaways from her multifaceted life. Dream big and chase your passions: Beyoncé started young, honing her talent and pursuing her dreams with unwavering conviction. Embrace your individuality: From her powerful vocals to her bold fashion choices, Beyoncé celebrates her unique identity, inspiring others to do the same. Empower yourself and others: Beyoncé uses her platform to advocate for social justice and inspire change, motivating others to find their own voices. Finding a healthy balance: Despite her demanding career, Beyoncé prioritizes her family and personal life, proving that success is multifaceted.   In Conclusion Whether you're a die-hard fan or simply admire her talent and impact, there's no denying Beyoncé's reign continues. As she evolves and pushes boundaries, one thing remains constant: Queen Bey will continue to inspire, entertain, and empower, ensuring her legacy as a cultural icon for generations to come.   Sources: THX News & Wikipedia. Read the full article

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Backstreet Boys 30 Years 1993 2023 All Over Printed Shirt

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Dress: A Versatile Outfit To Flaunt Your Style

Dresses are one of the greatest kinds of clothes to travel with when it comes to preparing for different sorts of weather, which may surprise you. It's tempting to bring the same little black dress that's been with us since the beginning of time when we think of the 'ideal vacation attire.'

Wearing the same black dress every time you go out, on the other hand, might get repetitive and uninteresting. Instead, choose a very adaptable choice. There's a good chance you have one hanging in your closet. These dress designs provide a great deal of adaptability and styling possibilities.

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Dresses are multi-purpose:

Dresses are versatile and multipurpose, making them an excellent addition to any vacation wardrobe. Be it an outing or an in-house party or just to look good, wearing a beautiful dress is a perfect choice. This makes it useful and can be worn for multiple occasions. 

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Feel confident when out on the town: There's nothing wrong with feeling a little posh while you're out on the town. Wearing a dress you adore might be the ideal reason to treat your pals or significant other to a beautiful meal or concert.

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When was the last time you and your family dressed up and had actual professional photos shot together? Consider how you may look back on previous generations through their magnificent photographs. Beautiful women's gowns are available now to assist you to appear your best in the images you wish to pass down.

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The MFPA instills in its artists a sense of self-respect and dignity that comes from earning an independent, honest, and secure life via the sale of their artwork, independent of any charity.

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[cora-illus]

The main original characters for a little thing I’ve been working on ;)

Yellow: Avery, she/her | Purple: Tori, she/they

Red: Leonel, he/him | Blue: Matteo, they/them

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

A/N: This might be my longest one so far, but I needed this to be a solid, story-building chapter. There are some moments in here that just... gave me all kinds of feelings... and I'm the one who wrote the damn thing! As always, thanks for being here and supporting this little story I'm creating. Enjoy.

Warnings: Some language, alcohol consumption, body image & self-esteem issues, slightly jealousy, some good tender moments (cheesey and I love it)

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CHAPTER 10 -

THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE THINGS WE DO

Dec 1st, 2014

Harry comes back to L.A. after the short little trip to Australia, and presents both of you girls with a surprise. He has apparently talked to Amelia, offering/suggesting the opportunity to join him at the British Fashion Awards in London in a couple of days. She has agreed, saying it will be a good experience considering you are fashion interns, and you can help Harry as his stylists. It also works out perfectly because they have events that way anyway, and you'd just be up there early.

You feel so spoiled right now. You flew on a private jet from L.A. to London, are staying at a very fancy hotel suite with multiple bedrooms for you all, and are getting to go to one of the fanciest nights of the year. You don't deserve all of this.

"You didn't even need me here, Mr. Styles. You definitely picked out the right outfit for yourself!" You look him up and down, and admire how beautiful your boyfriend is.

He is adorned in a beautiful suit with red pinstripes, a black button up underneath (buttoned all the way up for once), some black boots, and those gorgeous curls swept to one side.

"If you didn't have to be somewhere tonight, you definitely wouldn't be wearing that suit right now." You exclaim, not being able to control your attraction.

"If I wasn't presenting an award tonight, you wouldn't be wearing anything either." He flirts back. "But I wanted you here either way."

"You two know I'm right here right?" Natalie blurts out.

Harry looks at his phone. "Car is here," and you all head down to the hotel lobby.

"This might be the highlight of my career so far!" You exclaim, as you get in the car.

"Wait, not me?" Harry pouts.

"I'll let you know after tonight." He pokes his tongue out at you.

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Dec 2nd, 2014

The awards show last night was a dream. You couldn't sit with Harry, but that meant you got to admire him within the group of fans who were there to see him. It was a bit funny seeing him do something on stage other than a concert, but you loved seeing a slightly different side of him. And it was fun celebrating fashion together.

You and Natalie are spending the day shopping in London, looking for new outfits and souvenirs. You actually bump into Liam and Sophia along the way and decide to all have lunch together. You've casually talked with Sophia before, but not long conversations of any sort, so this will be nice.

"How are you spending the rest of your day off?"

"We're going to the Victoria's Secret fashion show tonight, and that's it." She answers.

"What about you ladies?" Liam asks.

You shake your heads and reply, "nothing, and that's it." Finishing with a chuckle.

"That's a shame, it would've been fun to all hang out." She adds.

She looks at Liam, leans in, and whispers something that makes him nod. Then he pulls out his phone. She smiles at you and then asks about what you two found while shopping.

Once the plates are cleared of any food, you pay your bills (not allowing Liam to pay, which he strongly protests), and start to leave the restaurant. Before you exit through the door, Liam spouts out a quick, "wait."

You turn towards him and he gathers your little group closer together. "I can see some paparazzi out there," he explains. "Sophia has dealt with it before, she's a pro actually," he winks at his girl, "but I know you two haven't.'

"Liam, you don't need to freak them out. Just wear your sunglasses to dim the flashes, tilt your head down slightly if it gets to be too much, and just know that if you look directly at one of them… they will go bonkers!" She smiles as she shakes her head.

"Our first paparazzi experience!" Natalie jokingly flips her hair, pretending to be pretentious.

"And probably our last Nat, nobody will care that we are here." You declare.

"Stick close, loves. Walk in front of us so you don't get lost in the sea of craziness." Liam winks. "It'll be fine."

Sophia looks your way and nods in agreement. Then she leans slightly towards you and quiets her voice a little. "Although, Y/N, might have to get used to it at some point." She winks.

Your eyes shoot to Liam.

"Sorry darling, I basically tell her everything. And it was exciting information to be holding on to!" He grins.

You shake your head, then you and Natalie make your way out the door, with Liam and Sophia following closely behind you.

Liam grabs the door to their transport and offers you a ride, which you graciously accept.

"You two are pros already!" He exclaims. "Which means, maybe you can handle it all again tonight."

Confusion is written all over your face.

"I told him to get you on the guest list for the Victoria's Secret after-party. Is that okay?"

Natalie's jaw drops open. "Seriously? Yes! Thank you! I'm so glad I just bought a hot new outfit!"

You feel a buzz bubbling up, but concern quickly sneaks in. "But Harry is going too, right? He doesn't want any attention on us. We… don't want any attention on us."

"He can suck it up." Sophia states. "You're coming as our guests. I want some girls I know to hang out with." She adds.

Natalie lightly elbows you in the side. "Think of it as a good fashion networking opportunity!" She pauses then adds, "I can't believe I have to convince you to go to this."

Everyone laughs, including yourself.

"Alright, if I have to, I'll do it for you guys," you joke. Now excitement takes back over.

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"Hey love, what are these?" Harry asks, while the three of you are getting ready for the night.

He shows you some paparazzi photos that were inevitably taken following your lunch with Liam and Sophia.

"Oh! We ran into them and had lunch. I guess the paps found us." You chuckle.

"Hmm. Liam should've left before you or something." He mumbles.

"He prepped us," you laugh. "We were alright."

"Yeah. But, now they know you know them." He says, concerned.

"So?"

"Umm… well, they could start following you too," he tries to explain.

"H, I really doubt they care. If anything, we will be labeled as 'friends' and be forgotten about." You reassure him.

"You can't be forgotten about, love. I'm just worried they'll make connections and start bothering you." He drops his head slightly.

"I'm fine, H. Like I said, they'll label us all as friends. Or find out we are on the crew. Your secret is safe." You shrug.

"Our secret. And I'm not trying to be so secretive, it's just better this way. I can protect you this way."

You nod, not wanting to argue. You feel like he has good intentions with it.

"I'm sorry, Sunshine. I just want to protect you." He pauses, and looks at his phone again. "You look pretty in them. And like a pro." He walks up to you and wraps his arms around. He peppers tender kisses on your forehead and whispers, "it'll be hard to not be all over you tonight."

You pull away, "I don't have to go, H. I'll stay here if it's easier for you!"

He frowns. "I think I'd rather be in the same room and admire you from afar, than be miserable all night, missing you."

The butterflies that seem to have permanently inhabited your stomach start to wake up.

"Such a charmer, Mr. Styles."

"And you're just naturally enchanting." He winks. "Fine, let's get ready."

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Arriving to the after-party was an outrageous experience. You and Natalie, with your lack of celebrity status, were able to sneak passed the famous pink carpet and flashing cameras without detection (besides security checkpoint).

You find Liam and Sophia already inside and grab a drink before making your way over to them.

"Okay, what? You girls look gorgeous!" Sophia yells.

You are wearing a cream sequined high neck backless mini dress, paired with some white matte heels and white earrings to match. "You're crazy, have you looked in the mirror?"

"Back off Y/N darling, she's mine!" Liam jokes as he kisses her on the cheek. [Must be so nice to not have to care]

You stick close to them as they mingle. Liam knows a lot of the other guests, and Sophia knows a few too, but you and Natalie are only familiar with them through TV, media, and magazines. You are slightly starstruck, but also a bit overwhelmed. All of the guests are absolutely stunning. They were definitely made from a different mold. You take a few more sips of your drink in the hopes that you start to relax soon.

Suddenly you feel your phone vibrate inside your gold clutch bag.

:harry: you're not being very fair

:you: what??

:harry: you can't come here looking like that and expect me to act casual

:you: have you seen this room? i'm definitely not standing out in this crowd

:you: wait, where are you?

:harry: game time, come find me

You can't help but smile, and feel giddy, but are well aware of where you are.

:you: we can't do that here

He doesn't respond, so you put your phone away and turn back to the conversation your little group is having with one of the models.

You feel a hand lightly touch your lower back. You spin around to see that beautiful man you call your boyfriend. He has that mischievous smile and he utters, "you lose."

You roll your eyes and scoot over so he can stand between you and Sophia.

"Harry!" The model yells, and lunges through the group to give him a big hug.

"Hello Candice." He replies. "How are you?"

She answers his question with an entrancing conversation about her travels abroad, visiting family back home, and all the amazing adventures she's had since they last saw each other (whenever that was).

She's gorgeous. She's tall, with beautifully long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a big smile with perfect teeth. She is wearing a stunning white lace dress, which covers just enough of her incredible body to not be officially naked.

[What are you even doing here?]

Harry is so comfortable talking to her, talking to all of the guests who approach him.

You grab Natalie and head to the bar for some more liquid courage. "What are we even doing here Nat?"

"What do you mean? We are here to mingle, and have fun!" She replies.

"I have nothing in common with these people. Nothing to talk to them about. Nothing to offer."

"Y/N/N, sweetie, relax. You're not here to compete with anyone for 'Most Interesting Person in the World'. They are just people." She tries to reassure.

"Abundantly striking, and fascinating people." You lower your head.

The drinks show up on the bar counter and she grabs them both before you have the chance. "Is this going to loosen you up, or bum you out? Because I want us both to have a good time." She threatens to keep it away.

You sigh. "Honestly, I don't know."

She gives you a harsh stare. "Please sweetie, have some fun. You are wonderful, and beautiful, and interesting in your own right. I love you, and you need to start believing that." She pauses for a second before whispering, "plus, you're the one fucking Harry Styles."

You hate when she gives you the confidence pep talk. Mainly because she says it with so much sincerity that you can't argue with her, but also because she has to give it to you in the first place.

You grab your drink and chug it. "Let's do this, bitch," and you walk back to your little group. Harry has walked away, not surprising since he basically knows everyone and makes it a point to mingle as much as possible.

You end up meeting some of the makeup artists and interns from the fashion show. [These are your people]. They also have such awesome adventure stories, but you feel like you can relate way more to them.

Music is playing, it has been the whole time, and one of the girls, Ava, pulls your hand to get you off the wall and closer to the other people dancing. The drinks have hit, and you are no longer in the mindset to resist. You grab Natalie's hand and the other interns follow you. There isn't an actual dancefloor, but people have gathered around the room, close to the DJ, and are twirling and jumping around to the songs. You give in to the atmosphere and dance around too.

You suddenly find Harry's eyes watching you and smiling, but they are quickly shifted to the two models he has been talking to. [He fits in here, these are his people, beautiful and fascinating]

You keep dancing, trying not to keep glancing over to where he is standing. The night is getting more fun, and incredibly, you are really enjoying yourself.

~~~~~

You have been having so much fun that you don't even know what time it is. You are shocked when Natalie makes her way to you and let's you know that she can't hang anymore. You laugh out of the switch in roles.

Ava and the others exchange phone numbers with you and promise to keep in touch. Now Natalie can't gripe about not networking.

Liam offers you their security team car, and explains he will just call them back when they are ready to go. As you head out, you scan for Harry to motion that you're leaving. You find him, leaning against the wall, talking once again with Candice. His attention is fixated on her, which he always does in conversations, but your stomach does a small flip when you she that she keeps touching his arm as she talks. [Just leave, you're working yourself up over nothing]

You get to the hotel room and plop Natalie down on her bed. You help her change into pajamas and get into your own shortly after.

Your phone pings.

:harry: where are you?

:you: hotel suite

:harry: what? why didn't you tell me?

:you: you'll see me when you get back…

:harry: i was worried, you were gone but liam and sophia are still here

:you: you were busy chatting with some supermodels, i wasn't about to interrupt

:harry: sunshine… i'm coming back

:you: no! enjoy your night

:harry: i can't now

:you: i'm sorry, i'm alright, i'm safe

:harry: and i am missing you, i'm coming back

You must be half asleep, because you don't hear Harry come in, but you feel a kiss on your cheek.

"I'm back, love." You open your eyes enough to see him squatting down by your bedside, small smile on his face.

"Hi." You say sleepily.

"I'll be in bed in just a minute."

He changes out of his outfit and hops under the covers, scooting closer to you, as you roll your body over to face him. He wraps his arms softly around you.

"You didn't have to come back so soon." You mumble.

"The most beautiful girl at the party left, why else would I stay?" He replied.

You revel in his scent and warmth, like always, and feel yourself drifting off again.

"You were surrounded… by models… to look at… and talk to…" your words soft and slow, "you didn't need me there."

"What?" He questions, but you barely hear it as sleep settles over you.

~~~~~

Dec 14th, 2014

You've seen Harry bubbly and excited before, but something today has him almost bursting. It's the X-Factor season finale and One Direction is performing 'Where Do Broken Hearts Go' but Harry says there's a little extra surprise and refuses to tell you.

"Come on… please tell me!" You bat your eyes.

"Ah! Don't make that face." He dramatically shields his eyes. "I promise it'll be worth it."

"You're lucky I like you a lot!" You settle with a kiss.

"Hmmm." He gives half of a frown, and half of a smile. "I bet I like you more!"

"Right now, probably, because you won't tell me your secret!"

He laughs, then gives you another kiss.

"Oh! Umm… when I went shopping the other week, I found a fun shirt. Wanna see what you think 'bout it."

He gets a little bit more bouncy, and brings out a black button up with pink flamingos placed all over it.

"It's not the black sheer rockstar shirt," you wink. "I really like this, H. Good pick fashionista."

"You make me want to embrace my bold side," he adds, "I think it'll give off enough rockstar vibes for tonight!"

You scowl, knowing he's not going to tell you.

~~~~~

The guys run through sound checks and go over the night's schedule. Amelia checks in with you and basically approves all of their outfits immediately.

"You girls are too damn good at this now." She affirms. You look at Natalie and squeal internally. That was a big compliment!

Harry sneaks up behind you and whispers, "come with me real quick."

You follow him back to the dressing room.

"Okay, H, if there was ever a place to keep things 'low profile' it's definitely here…" you joke, half expecting him to try and seduce you by the way he just whispered in your ear.

"Shit. Don't tempt me." He laughs. "I actually… I want to…" he stumbles.

[He's cute when he's nervous]

"I want to give you something." He reaches into the bag he brought with him today. He pulls out a wrapped gift, about the size of a thin book or something.

He adds, "I bought it last week and I can't wait til Christmas to give it to you."

Your eyes widen. "This is my Christmas gift? Are you sure you want me to open it?"

"Yes!" He quickly answers. He coughs and quiets himself down. "Yes. Please open it."

You didn't think he could get any more bouncy than he already was. He stands there with his hands behind his back, biting his lower lip in anticipation. You take off the wrapping paper and see a DVD case for 'Mamma Mia'. You smile and look up at him.

"You're so cheesy, and I love it. Thank you." You look to see that no one is around and lean in to kiss him, but he stops you. "Sorry." You apologize.

"No, babe, look inside."

You look down at the dvd case and back up at him. He has a huge grin on his face. When you open it, your eyes light up.

"You bought me a necklace with an 'R' on it?"

"Because you call me 'Rockstar'. It matches the one I wear with an 'S' on it."

You laugh, "it matches your 'Styles' one? I love it!"

He frowns and shakes his head. "The 'S' isn't for Styles… it's for Sunshine…"

You had barely taken note of that necklace when he first started wearing it a couple of months ago. You saw it, saw the initial, and assumed it was for his family or something. That was it, you really didn't think about it. Unless it was dangling while he was hovered over you, and at that point you weren't going to study his jewelry.

"I… I…" you can't find words as you start tearing up, looking up at him, then to his necklace, and then fixating on your own.

"I can't believe you did this for me. It's beautiful! You didn't have to do this, H."

"I wanted to. I wanted to treat you, treat my girlfriend, to something special, because you've made my life so much better."

[Pinch yourself real quick, double check you're not dreaming]

You are just standing there, with a dopey grin on your face, staring at the most wonderful man you've ever met.

"Look, love, I haven't done this, I don't really know how to do this. But I know I've never felt like this for anyone before. I need you to know that. I'm yours." He pauses and takes a step closer. He's no longer bouncing around, but just solely focused on you.

"You're too good to me, Harry."

"You deserve the world, Sunshine."

He grabs your face and smashes his lips to yours. You wrap the one hand, that's not holding the box, around his neck and pull in for a deeper kiss.

You barely pull away. "We should stop, one of the guys could come in."

"I don't care." He pulls you back in.

"We all know now anyway, don't we boys?" You both turn around to see Louis and the other three standing right there in the doorway.

"I was the first to know." Niall claims proudly.

"That's because you're nosey." Liam laughs.

"No, it's because he doesn't bloody knock." Harry adds. Everyone laughs this time.

He turns back to you. "Will you wear it tonight?"

"Are you kidding? I'm putting it on now and never taking it off!" You remove it from the box and place it around your neck.

"Hmmm… not even when you're naked?" He whispers.

"Especially not when I'm naked." You wink.

"Okay… M'bout to go on stage, love. Don't do that."

"You started it." You give him a kiss. "Thank you. This is the best surprise."

"And there's still one more."

You scowl and then give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"10 minutes til stage time guys!" You hear them being called.

~~~~~

Harry asks for you to be in the audience, so you can experience them performing on the X-Factor stage. You drag Natalie out there, never actually having to beg her to do so, and you stand to the side so you are out of the way.

The song starts and when the lights come up, you can't help but admire their outfits. [Always a fashion stylist]

"Natalie, Zayn is channeling some Michael Jackson energy, that jacket is awesome!"

She grins. "Your supernatural talent must be rubbing off on me!" You roll your eyes. But you are definitely enjoying that shirt on Harry. You kind of wish you could take credit. He just makes everything look good.

He starts his part before the second chorus and suddenly stops singing, then gets the most excited tone and introduces to one and only Rolling Stones member Ronnie Wood.

Your mouth drops open completely. This is a big deal for any fan, and you are ecstatic, but now you know exactly why Harry has been pumped up all day. You can even see it on stage, he is jumping and dancing way more than he was a minute ago.

"Oh my god!" Screams Natalie.

"This is nuts. This is actually nuts!" You yell back.

Harry is singing more intensely and dancing more vibrantly. It is so awesome to see, and somehow makes him sexier. [Not sure how that's possible]. You bite your lip for a second, only to keep jumping around and singing along.

As soon as the song finishes, you both rush backstage. You know the energy is going to be insane!

Harry barges through the dressing room door.

"H, that was ama-" but you're cut off as he grabs you around the waist, picks you up, and swings you around. He looks at you with passion in his eyes, but puts you down suddenly as you hear people coming down the hallway.

"Will you follow me?" He asks, and you nod as you stare into those hypnotizing green eyes.

He walks you to a vacant room, and you don't take the time to look around, as he pulls you into his body and brings his lips passionately to yours.

He keeps one hand around your waist as he moves the other to the back of your neck. You hum against his kiss. He finally pulls away so that you both can take a breath. "I just had to kiss you."

You chuckle, "why?"

"That was the highlight of my career! And I am so glad you are here with me."

"I'm no Rolling Stones legend…" you joke.

Now he chuckles, "wait, you're not? Well, I'm still happy you're the one I'm kissing."

Your lips meet again and you wish you could live in this moment forever.

Natalie knocks on the door to let you know that Ronnie Wood invited you all to his suite.

"No. Fucking. Way." You say in disbelief.

You leave your little bubble and inconspicuously make your way to the hotel. It's such a wild experience, being around the guys, the band, and of course the guitar legend himself. Four months ago, you never imagined being in this type of scenario, not even close.

[Natalie might be right, damn it, being bold has definitely been worth the risk]

~~~~~

The night is just something else. You are all sitting around on couches, or with pillows on the floor, and the conversations are flowing so naturally. You feel as if you are just sitting around with a bunch of friends after a long day. Which you realize is actually true.

You momentarily look down and smile. You can't believe how lucky you are in life now. Where you came from, to where you are now. You look up, and you see Harry staring at you. He has the most adorable smile on half of his face, dimples indented so deep that you could curl up in them.

[How did you end up with the most beautiful man in the world? Of all people… you!?]

He motions you over to him. You shake your head. He pouts, but you turn your head back to hear Mr. Ronnie Wood's story.

:harry: please come here

:you: there's people here…

:harry: yes, but i don't want to cuddle any of them

:you: you know we can't

:harry: everyone here knows

:harry: and i really doubt ronnie will say anything

You shake your head and look back up. You can't say no to those dimples, so you get up from the floor and walk across the room to sit next to him on the couch.

He doesn't hesitate and pulls you, so your back is against the arm of the couch, ass on the couch, with your legs across his lap. You wrap one arm around his neck, slightly resting it on the back of the couch, and he grabs your other hand to hold, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles with the most tender touch.

You instinctively check the room, but realize that the only people still around are Natalie, the guys, and the host of this little hangout. This feels perfect. You love being able to finally be affectionate with your boyfriend, with other people. Even if it's only a few of your closest friends right now.

You feel him close to your ear and he whispers, "I really like this. I really, really like this."

"Well yeah, you are in Ronnie Wood's hotel suit!" You joke, knowing he's gushing over you.

"Punk" he replies, and then kisses your cheek. Again, you unintentionally check the room again, but no one cares.

You look him in the eyes and bite your lower lip, then kiss him on his. His eyes get wide and a grin stretches across his entire face.

"I adore you, Sunshine." He rests his forehead against your cheek.

You smile, then grab his chin, but turn his head. "Adore me later, H. You're in the presence of rockstar royalty."

"Fine, I'll adore him now. But I always adore you."

~~~~~

The night winds down and you all say goodbye, the guys thanking Mr. Wood for performing with them and making the night spectacular.

You all walk down the hallway together back to your respective suites. Harry has his arm around you, and you're all buzzing from the entire night.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps and giggling coming from down the hall, and three girls come shooting around the corner.

There is a bit of confusion from everyone since this floor was booked by X-Factor and was supposed to be private. Harry's arm quickly falls to his side as he pushes you off to the side and steps away.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! It's really One Direction!!" The girls all scream.

"How's it going loves? You're sneaky getting up 'ere without getting caught." Exclaims Louis.

All three just giggle. "We're sorry, we're so sorry. We just had to meet you!"

You look at Natalie to give her a little smirk, but see she is already doing that herself. You've been a part of the crew long enough now that it's so normal for you to be around One Direction without really feeling like they are 'the biggest boy band in the world, One Direction'.

Natalie offers to take the selfies they've asked for. Once they're done, the young girls look at you and Nat. They aren't scowling, but it's definitely an inquisitive look. "Are you… are you girlfriends?" They ask.

"No! No no. They are our friends. Our styling team members." Harry is so quick with that answer, it throws you off a bit.

"Just lucky enough to work for them." You add.

The fans seem a bit relieved [it's understandable], thanking the guys for everything as they make their way back to wherever they snuck in from.

Liam grabs his phone, "I've gotta let the security team know," shaking his head.

"Let's go boys, before we get mobbed by more." Louis laughs.

Harry scoots back over to you and puts his arm back in place. You have one hand placed on his back, and as you rub it you utter, "I'm going straight to bed, I'm beat."

He doesn't answer right away, searching your face for more information. "Okay, love." He kisses you on the forehead and you make your way back to the suite.

You both crawl into bed and you lay your head on his chest while he runs your arm, your thoughts swirling around I'm your head.

Something about what happened with those fans stung a little. It wasn't his arm dropping, and it wasn't even him stepping away. The push. Not aggressive, or malicious, but it left you feeling… almost inconvenient.

"I really liked holding you in Ronnie's hotel suite." Harry admitted, kissing the top of your head. "It was nice to actually be your boyfriend around other people."

You start to feel a lump in your throat. "I liked it too," you manage.

"I'm sorry it has to be like this, love."

You fiddle with your necklace. He said it has to be this way. Has to.

[Maybe you are an inconvenience]

~~~~~

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You, Me and Harry make three. Part One.

Summary: Joey, Izzy and Harry are in a poly relationship. They're head over heels for one another and they can't seem to keep their hands off each another, even when they really need to.

Harry is the Harry Styles, the man who is known for being so open and lovable. He's nervous to let the world see his girls, what would his fans think If he was dating two girls at the same time? And they all shared the one bed and home? He doesn't want to know, he wants them all to himself.

This small story follows the three and their rendezvous together behind the scenes.

Masterlist.

Warnings: Switch!Harry, Mommy kink, slight Daddy kink, FxFxM threesome, fingering, oral sex f+m receiving, Male + Female penetrative sex, Female + Female sex, spanking, choking, hair pulling, sneaking around (?) masturbation and mentions of it, degradation kink, praise kink, dirty talking, anal play, biting, polyamorous relationship.

Warnings apply to both first and second part!

Word count: 3.6k words.

A/N: There will be a part two, keep your eyes out for it. I also envision the women with Blonde and Brown hair, but you can apply any hair colour you want to this scenario, I just wanted to give a description to people who find it hard to imagine people :)

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Adrenaline.

It's rushing through Harry's veins as he finishes his last concert of his first ever world tour. His body covered in sweat from singing Kiwi and total of three times and his suit jacket is for a fact dripping from all the dancing he did, his body isn't exhausted, no, it's hyped up and he could go out and perform again if he could.

It's a bittersweet moment ending the tour he thinks, on one hand he has more time to himself, more time for friends and family but on the other hand he doesn't get to do what he loves every night for at least another year, which is perform for thousands of people.

The crew is cheering and slapping him on the back as he walks off, the band following him as they all congratulate one another on completing the whole tour. There's tears, tight hugs and even a champagne bottle popped by Mitch, for someone who seems emotionless he was the most emotional one amongst them all. He basically cried into his champagne flute.

Harry pulls himself away from the crew celebration after an hour or two, his phone buzzing in his back pocket non stop as he tried to converse and have a fair well party with his whole crew — he knew exactly who was texting him, and they won't be happy he isn't responding like he usually does.

His phone is filled with messages, some from Joey and some from Izzy and a few more in the group chat they all have together. Harry is scrolling through them all as he sits in the back of the car on the way to their hotel room. He lets out a shaky breath when he sees two photos — one of Izzy wearing a bright pink lingerie set, her dark hair all around her while Joey wears a dark cobalt blue set, her platinum blonde hair vibrant against the lace.

Izzy is laying down as Joey looks at the camera between her legs, the picture being from Izzy's perspective while the second photo is similar, but this time Izzy's panties are off and Joey's head is nuzzled into her pussy.

If anyone knew what Harry Styles was hiding behind the scenes they would be shocked, he's hiding two beautiful women who are in plain sight for all his fans to see, the pair helping out the crew and makeup department on tours while only the three of them know what they do behind closed doors. It's somewhat thrilling to have this secret, it's spurs them on more and even makes them act out and fuck one another in public places, such as Harry's dressing room or even his tour bus when all the rest of the band is asleep — they all seem to get off on their little dirty secret.

Harry never wanted to hide his girls, he feels guilty for doing so. But to protect them and himself from the hate and backlash they would get for this, he settled on keeping them himself only. Sure, there's times where they'd want to go to a restaurant, hold hands all together and feed one another dessert like couple do, but they have to settle on a professional looking dinner, each spread around the table with a large gap between them all as they try and keep their hands away from one another, cameras flashing outside and update accounts flashing the images labelling Harry to be at a business dinner.

It does take a toll on them, some nights they all cry together and hold one another when one of them has to leave and see family, they all aren't ready to tell their families so when one leaves it's like something is ripped from them, it's like they're missing a piece of themselves. Harry is the one who's away a lot, giving the media to calm down on the speculations that Harry is dating one of them — it's mainly always Joey because she's blonde and seen as "Harry's type" because of that, both of his girls are his type.

They take small vacations together, the three of them locked away in a villa in Italy or even in Spain, their own private space to lounge by the pool together or even show affection to one another more openly around the foreign country — but then cameras show up snd Harry is immediately hurrying the girls inside as he pays off the paparazzi to not leak the photos.

It's tiring, they're all exhausted from hiding, but it's what they have to do.

Harry chuckles darkly as he looks at the photos, his hand sliding down to palm himself through his suit pants as he types out a message with one hand, a lazy smile on his face as the driver doesn't suspect a thing.

Harry: told you both to wait, you know what happens when you disobey me, my girls.

It's not long after he sent the message that he's parked outside the hotel, the driver opening his door as a security guard walks out and helps Harry into the hotel under all the preying eyes of fans and paparazzis who seem to love blinding him every second with their flashes and asking him ridiculous personal questions that you wouldn't even ask someone who is on trial.

His security guard walks him as far as the elevator, Harry saying he can do the rest by himself — but in reality he didn't want anyone but him to hear the sweet little moans that are probably coming from his suite right now.

"Couldn't even wait two hours for Daddy, huh?" He says deeply walking into the room, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up as the two girls both look at him on the bed, Izzy nearly passing out from pleasure as Joey smiles evilly from where she's sat between Izzy's legs.

Izzy makes grabby hands at Harry which he immediately melts at the sight, she's the more submissive one in the relationship, leaving Harry and Joey to be the more dominant ones, and when Harry is submissive it's usually Joey fucking Izzy before him as he watches.

"Feeling good pup?" He asks Izzy brushing a strand of her hair from her face, her eyes glazed over and mouth slight parted as Joey teases her, sucking and nipping at her clit as Harry rests beside them both.

"Yes Daddy" Izzy says softly, licking the thumb that Harry brushes over her bottom lip, he slowly pushes it into her mouth as she takes it in with a small whine and suckling noises are heard from her pretty mouth.

"That's a good girl. You enjoying yourself down there?" He asks Joey more sternly, she loves when he's stern with her, while Izzy loves it when he dotes on her.

"Mmh yeah, such a pretty tasting pussy" she teases him, keeping her eyes on his as she licks a big stripe up Izzy's centre, Harry's cock twitching in his pants at the sight as Izzy keeps sucking on his thumb.

"Hope you've had your fun puppies, because you both know how Daddy hates it when you disobey him" he says with a small laugh, the two girls looking at him as he removes himself from the bed, standing tall as he strips down to his boxers.

"C'mere my girls, wanna feel both of you suck my cock" he says palming himself as he watches Izzy cum on Joey's tongue before they both jump off the bed and into their knees.

"I'm only obeying because tonight is your night, prepare for you to lose all control tomorrow, Daddy" Joey says, Harry already knowing she means what she says as he smiles at her.

"I'll look forward to it Jo, darling" is all he says as he runs both of his hands through each of their hairs, one hand on Joey's head with her hair wrapped around his arm, as the other has Izzy's hair wrapped around it, guiding them both to his clothed cock.

"Take me out, go on, know you both missed Daddy's cock" he moans out when they both palm him through his underwear, their hands immediately pulling down his boxers as he kicks them off, standing tall as both girls look up at him innocently through their eyelashes.

They both flatten their tongues and run them up either side of his cock, Harry immediately tightening his grip on their hairs and throwing is head back a little as he grunts under his breathe at the feeling. They both suck the head of his cock, their tongues in each other's mouths a little as they dance along the slit collecting his pre cum as he nearly buckles under the feeling and view he has of his girls.

"That's it, suck Daddy's cock" he breaths out through moans, his eyes fighting to stay open so he can watch every move his girls make.

The room is filled with heavy grunts and moans, small whines and sucking sounds from them all, Harry throwing his head back as he curses loudly into the air, Joey and Izzy working on his cock fast and messily just how he likes it. He's nearly scent into a frenzy when Izzy focus's on his head and pumps the rest in her hand while Joey sucks his balls into her mouth, dribbling and moaning around them which vibrates through Harry's body sending shivers all over and erupting goosebumps on his skin.

"Need to fuck you both now, onto the bed" he says sternly, taking their heads away as they both whine and try to get back onto him. Gentle slaps to their cheeks cause both girls to scurry over onto the bed, kneeling down and watching as Harry rests onto the bed, back against the head board as he begins to stroke himself.

"Izzy, do you wanna ride Daddy first? Yeah?" He asks and he chuckles lighty when Izzy nods in excitement, crawling onto his lap as he welcomes her into his embrace.

"Joey, sit on my face, gonna eat that pretty cunt of yours while I fuck our darling little Izzy" Joey smiles darkly at this, both of them looking at Izzy who's smiling cheekily against Harry's chest, her petite frame lost in his broad one.

Harry lays completely on his back, Joey coming to sit down on his face, as Izzy teases herself with the head of his cock. Joey faces Izzy, their mouths immediately catching in a sloppy kiss as Harry helps Izzy slide himself into her. She doesn't move, she grinds down a little as Joey's tongue explores her mouth, her tattoo hand holding the petite girls face as Harry holds onto Joey's plush thighs, his face nearly being smothered but he loves it — he wants to be smothered by her thighs always.

"Look at you Izzy baby, taking me all, such a good girl for me" Harry says lowly, looking at Izzy from between Joey's legs as Izzy begins to move, Harry immediately grabbing Joey's thighs and sitting her flush onto his face, his nose resting on her tightest hole as his tongue flicks and sucks at her pussy.

"Ride Daddy's cock Iz, fuck yourself until you cum like a good girl" Joey whispers to Izzy, her hand holding the girl by the jaw as she speaks to her, their lips inches apart as Izzy falls apart on Harry, the feeling sending her into oblivion as she bounces harder and faster, erupting guttural moans from Harry.

"Is he making you feel good Jo?" Izzy asks, her voice a slight tremble as she moans loudly watching as Joey grinds herself down onto Harry's tongue with force.

"Yeah, but you're making him feel so much better baby, hear him? Hear him moan into my pussy because of the work you're doing?" Joey asks as Izzy smiles lazily at her, her words making her go faster and faster on Harry's cock which ends in him meeting her bounces with thrusts of his own.

"That's it, fuck her Daddy, fuck her so good" Joey moans out loudly, grabbing Izzy before she crashes down onto Harry, holding the girl in her arms as Harry fucks up into her with all his strength.

"Fuck, yes right there Daddy" Joey moans out, Harry fucking his tongue into her while he fucks Izzy hard, the two girls holding onto one another as Harry pleases them both.

It's not long before they both cum with screams of his name and a mixture of Daddy between them all, Joey being the loudest as Izzy is barely able to speak or keep her eyes open over how fucked she is.

"Feeling okay puppy?" Harry asks when Izzy is laid out on his chest, his cock slipped out of her as she comes down from her high, Joey beside him as they both cradle Izzy and help her calm down.

"M'okay, just tired Daddy" she slurs out, the two helping her lay down onto the bed, Joey laying beside her as Harry positions himself on top of a smiling Joey.

Izzy turns her head to watch the two, Harry immediately bending down to kiss her softly as Joey kisses Harry's jawline and runs her hands over his bare chest lightly, her fingers playing with his dangling necklaces as her legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind him.

"My two pretty girls, all fucked out" Harry whispers as Joey pushes her hips up to him, signalling she's ready as he pecks Izzy's face before pulling away and focusing back down on Joey.

"Eager little thing aren't you? Such a slut for Daddy" he says to her, their lips inches apart as Izzy gasps at his language, Joey smirking and enjoying every last word that drips from his mouth towards her.

"You're also a slut for me Daddy, don't lie" she fires back, Harry shaking his head as he lines himself up with her pussy.

"Right now, you're my little slut, take it all for me, yeah?" He says kissing her chest as he pushes himself in, her moans immediately filling the room as Izzy runs her fingers over the lace bralette on Joey's skin, her head right next hers as they both look up at Harry.

"Come on Daddy, fuck me like a whore" Joey whines out as Harry begins to pound into her harshly, his balls hitting her ass as she sets a fast pace that has Joey's eyes rolling into the back of her head.

"You're going to hard Daddy, gonna hurt Jo" Izzy says nearly crying, Harry immediately bringing a hand to her face and cradling it as the other cradles the back of Joey's pulling her hair lightly.

"She likes it hard baby, she likes Daddy to wreck her pussy and call her his little slut" he says softly and calmly to Izzy who pouts before pecking his lips.

"Harder Daddy, please" Joey moans out, Harry immediately thrusting faster and faster as he holds both of his girls in his arms, Joey's legs wrapped around him as Izzy pecks his bicep every now and then with small giggles.

"Yeah? Want it harder, does my little slut want it harder? Does she want me to fucking wreck her and make her unable to walk for days?" He asks sinisterly as Joey babbles and moans under him, her words slurred and her eyes leaking tears at the intense pleasure she's feeling.

"Wreck my pussy Daddy, fucking ruin me, yes!" She screams out when Harry hits her spot over and over again, Izzy's small fingers now rubbing circles over her clit as the two of them coax her towards an orgasm, which hits her hard and fast.

"C'mere, wanna kiss you both before I cum" he moans out, his hips slowly down as his two girls push their heads together so Harry can bend down and take both of their mouths at the same time, their tongues everywhere as they all moan and grab onto one another.

"Come on Daddy, cum for us" they both moan out, looking up as Harry kneels on the bed over the two of them, their hands on their boobs pushing them up as he strokes himself fast, his eyes rolling back and his body covered in sweat.

"Gonna look so pretty painted in my cum, my two pretty babies all fucked out beneath me" he moans out, their tongues out flat as he finally cums, spirts and ropes of his cum coat their chests and some splashes up onto their tongues as they swallow it greedily, their fingers rubbing through his cum painting them more as Harry watches in awe, completely spent.

"I love you both, so much" he says smiling at them, their faces glowing and their own smiles on their faces as they look at him like he's the best thing in their worlds — which he is.

"We love you too H, right Iz?" Joey asks Izzy who's trying to fight off sleep, her small nod and smile is enough for Harry as he coos over how cute she looks, her cheeks blushing at his complements as Joey kisses her face all over making her giggle out, Harry kissing Joey's as they all attack one another with kisses gently with laughs in between.

"Think it's time for a bath, huh?" Joey laughs out as Harry agrees, Izzy laughing also as they both lay next to one another covered in Harry's release.

"Don't move, I'll be back" Harry says, the pair of girls whistling and cheering him on as he runs to the bathroom butt ass naked, his laugh loud as he wets two wash cloths with warm water.

"Are you two ever gonna not laugh at my ass?" He asks kneeling over them again, one hand clutching a cloth and washing Izzy while the other washes Joey and gets rid of his cum from their skin.

"It's funny! It's so soft and squishy looking when it jiggles!" Izzy laughs out, Joey beside her nearly snorting as she laughs along, Harry laughing and shaking his head as he throws the cloths into a laundry bin.

"You have a cute butt Mr Styles" Joey says kissing his nose as he flops his body down onto them, one of their legs resting on his waist as he rests his head between their breasts, both of their fingers running through his hair.

"We can't stay like this" Joey is the first to speak up in a few minutes, sleep nearly taking over them all before she realises they need to clean up and get ready for bed — Izzy needs to do her skincare routine while Harry needs to drink his nightly cup of tea.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Come on, bath time" Harry groans, grabbing his boxers and sliding them back on to avoid anymore comments on his bare ass, the two girls avoid eye contact with him as they bite back their laughs looking at one another.

"I can hear you both laughing!"

"We aren't laughing!"

"Yes you are!"

"Nope!"

The three of them have been dating for almost a year now, everyday bringing something new but their love for one another grows by the second. Harry cherishes small moments with them, heck, he cherishes all moments with them. When they step outside together Harry addresses them as part of his crew to not raise any suspicion. But all he wants to do is scream at the top of his lungs that these two beautiful women are his girlfriends.

Just as Harry is filling the bath, adding Izzy's favourite bath bomb and setting out Joey's favourite body wash for her, a shout and a hard knocking is heard from behind the front door to the suite, causing the two girls laughs and conversation to stop.

They look at him as he holds up a finger to his lips, shushing them both as they nod watching as he heads for the door. He opens it slowly, only revealing his head. Jeff stands outside, his hand running through his hair as he jumps when Harry opens the door.

"There's fans outside, they won't leave until you come out. Please just walk out and show your face or something" Jeff says nearly passing out with anxiety, his hands shaking from how nervous he was being bombarded with the fans who are lined up outside the hotel at nearly midnight.

"Okay, I'll be down in a few" Harry sighs, knowing guilt will eat him alive if he doesn't see his fans, but he'll also feel guilty letting the girls bathe alone and be without him for awhile again.

"We heard, go down to them. We'll have a bath and you" Joey says walking over to Harry, Izzy beside her as they hold hands, Izzy shorter than the two as she looks at them softly. "Can bring us all up some wine when you're coming back up, sound good?" Joey finishes as Harry smiles looking at them both.

"Yes Ma'am's"

[reidandweep]

Stitching

Spencer Reid x Reader (female)

A/N- Much like Adam Driver, I have been a huge fan of Matthew Gray Gubler and criminal minds for years. With quarantine, I decided to re-watch the show from the beginning and I had some inspiration. My writing tends to take a while but if you have any requests or idea for Spencer Reid, please send them my way.

Word Count- 6286 words

Warning- Angst, mentions of violence and torture, fluff, tears, and the usual criminal minds details.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare.

QUANTICO, VIRGINIA

“Good morning my lover and friends. As of 8:45 am, yesterday morning, four bodies have been found across the Washington State area. Locations confirmed to be Pomeroy, Baker City, Salem, and Mill Creek. All victims were very similar in physical appearance; Caucasian, red hair, brown eyes, approximately 5ft 4’.”

Garcia swiped her tablet to display family photographs of the victims on the screen. The team watched, in the debriefing room, as they scanned through their own tablets; reading through the details. Spencer’s eyes flittered over the images as his fingers scanned across the words in his paper file; still adamant on not working with technology like the rest of his team.

“What about the cause of death? How were they found?”

Garcia shivered at Rossi’s question.

“It’s not a pretty image. Each victim was dismembered at the elbows, knees, neck, and stomach. Further cuts were made vertically down the stomach and across the face, arms, and legs. Not deep enough to cut through bone, but deep enough to bleed out. Where the unsub cut our victims, he then sewed them back together.”

Emily looked up at Garcia.

“Are you saying the lacerations were made before the victim’s died?”

“Precisely. Each autopsy report came back the same with the cause of death pointing to the direction of blood loss; specifically, from the throat.”

The team looked at the new images before them. Multiple pictures appeared on the screen, showing the bodies of the victims. The pictures showing the women laid out in the same pose, thick thread holding together the pieces of their corpses. All had their eyes closed, except one.

“Garcia, the last victim, zoom into her face.”

Garcia did as Spencer asked.

“Her eyes are closed.”

Spencer nodded, glancing towards JJ as she spoke.

“Meaning that he felt remorse for this murder.”

Derek scrolled through the pictures on his tablet.

“The other three victim’s eyes are open, indicating that he wanted them to look. To watch what he was doing, whatever it may have been.”

Spencer looked across the table at the questioning faces.

“So, what changed between the third and the fourth victim?”

Hotch stood from his seat, indicating the others to grab their belonging.

“We can discuss further on jet. Wheels up in thirty.”

WASHINGTON STATE

Being greeted by the local police department in Clagstone, Spencer and the team began their investigation into the murders. Spencer did not know what it was, but the stitching on the bodies felt familiar. Like he had seen them before.

Looking up from his files, Spencer watched as Derek walked into the room, ending a call with who he could only presume to be Garcia.

“Garcia has just completed background checks on our latest victim. Lily Trent visited local film screenings at the Southview Centre religiously, to watch horror movies in particular. Seems like the girl loved anything horror and Halloween; according to her roommate and her computer history. It seems that are other victims did also.”

Spencer stood from his seat and walked towards the whiteboard at the back of the room. Writing down the details Derek stated, his brain began to filter through the relevant information needed.

“Halloween is ranked the ninth most celebrated holiday in the world. With different interpretations of the holiday occurring according to country and culture. Wearing costumes at Halloween did not even become an occurrence until 1585, with the first instance recorded in Scotland.”

Derek chuckled at Reid’s excitement. He knew the boy loved Halloween.

“Well it all looks like they were pretty huge fans of the holiday and horror films. Maybe our unsub was too.”

Spencer looked down at the photos in his hand, scanning his memory for any correlation.

“Maybe, it’s not just horror, but a particular film. If all the victims were presented in a certain way, maybe the unsub is trying to replicate what happened to a character in a particular film.”

Derek crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’ll call Garcia to search through all the victims search history to see if any particular horror films come up in each one. Do you know of any films that the unsub could have replicated?”

Spencer shook his head.

“I can collate his actions to hundreds of films but, the method of torture and look of the victims, I can’t think of one horror feature that pinpoints all that the unsub has done.”

A thought unexpectedly popped into Spencer’s mind. Derek cocked his head at the sudden halt from the resident genius.

“But I know someone who might.”

UNIVERSITY OF WASHINGTON

“The importance of genre in film alters many of the other aspects. The characters and their narrative arcs, the music score, cinematography, the edit, and so much more. Sometimes genre even dictates the director who signs onto the project. Dennis Dugan would not have a directing career if Adam Sandler stopped making comedy movies. Because that is what he directs. He doesn’t direct comedies; he directs Adam Sandler comedies. Which, in my opinion, are a whole genre on their own.”

The class chuckled.

“Genre plays a part in everyday life. Sometimes, your day will be led by romance, or grief, or action. There may be drama, or comedy, or even silence.”

The class looked on in concentration as Y/N walked across the floor. If someone who did not attend the college walked past the classroom, they could’ve presumed that she was a student. She looked young enough.

“It controls the way the characters talk, act, and move. How the plot thickens and pushes forward and…”

The doors at the back of the auditorium opened. Y/N looked up at the sound of the intrusion to see figures that she could not recognise, and one that she did.

Clearing her throat, she continued.

“And how it even ends. We shall leave it at that today. What I want you to do in the meantime is research a genre in particular and come up with examples that counteract the stereotypes that have been enforced upon the genre itself. Hand it in to your professor first thing Monday morning. Thank you.”

Y/N watched as the students collected their things and filtered out of the room. The figures waiting till she was only left before they walked down the steps.

Coming to a stop in front of her desk, Y/N crossed her arms and waited. Spencer stepped forward with a crooked smile on his face.

“Hi Y/N.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.

“Long time no see stranger.”

Spencer’s cheeks burned at Y/N’s words. The team shared looks between them at the unfamiliar display. They had seen Spencer blush at people before, but not for a long time.

Spencer cleared his throat, preparing himself to act professional.

“This is Dr Y/F/N Y/L/N. Y/N travels across the country to guest speak at different universities on her topic at hand. She specialises in film studies, more importantly the focus of characters and genres. If I can’t connect the unsub’s actions to a film, Y/N most definitely can.”

Y/N smiled at Spencer’s praise.

“Nice to meet you all. So, what are you here to talk to me about Doc? Obviously, you’re here on a case and if you are asking for my help, I’m guessing it’s going to be pretty gruesome.”

Spencer blushed at the nickname; caught off guard by the word slipping of her tongue.

Sending a raised look towards Reid, Hotch began to explain why they were there.

“Were looking into a case of connected murders. All victims were found to have been mutilated and tortured in the same way. As well as showing resemblances in their physical appearances. With research, we’ve found that each victim was particularly fond of horror films and Halloween. We would just like for you to take a look and see if you could recognise if the ways in which they were harmed stemmed from a film in particular.”

Y/N nodded her head.

“Of course, anything to help.”

She reached for the files from Spencer’s hands, ignoring the tablet pushed in her direction by JJ.

“Sorry, I prefer to use paper. I only really use technology for my lectures or to watch films if they cannot be purchased in physical form.”

Derek smirked, shooting looks to his team, as his eyes landed on Spencer. He never thought he would meet a technophobe like Reid.

Y/N scanned through the pictures and documents, looking in detail at the lacerations at hand. She identified the similarities between the victims, as her mind swirled through the images and characters from the films, she knew held similarities.

“What were the names of all the victims?”

Emily looked towards the woman.

“That information is classified.”

Y/N did not blink at her abrasiveness.

“Were any of them called Sally?”

The team looked perplexed at her question.

“No. Why that name in particular?”

Y/N continued to scan the pages as Rossi questioned her.

“Because the unsub isn’t replicating anything from a horror movie. The unsub is replicating the physical appearance and staging of a character from an animated movie. A Disney one to be more specific.”

A light bulb flickered in Spencer’s mind as he stared at Y/N in realisation. The hair colours. The stitches. It made sense now.

“The Nightmare Before Christmas.”

LOCAL POLICE DEPARTMENT

“The Nightmare Before Christmas is a 1993 American stop-motion animated musical Halloween-Christmas fantasy film directed by Henry Selick and produced and conceived by Tim Burton. It became a cult classic during the early 2000s with orchestral concerts occurring every year to celebrate the spectacle of the film.”

Spencer indicated for JJ to change the monitor as he and Y/N stood in front of the team to explain the information.

“Originally, the story began as a poem written by Tim Burton. Both narratives follow the protagonist, Jack Skellington, into his journey to Christmastown, and how he tries to make Christmas his own. The character in question that your unsub is replicating is the love interest of our protagonist. Created by Dr Finkelstein, Sally is a ragdoll-esque character whose body is covered with stitches to keep her together. The form in which all the women were found is identical to this scene in the movie.”

The screen changes to show the scene in question; paused at the precise moment to prover her point.

“All red haired, all Caucasian, all eerily the same. The stitches are exactly the same and the pose in which they are in the pictures are also.”

“We now know which film our unsub is mimicking, but how can we produce a distinguished profile of our unsub? All we can say is that between his third and fourth victim, he suddenly began to feel remorseful of his crimes.”

Y/N looked towards Spencer, waiting for him to speak as he knew more details about the case.

“Garcia checked into the victim’s computer histories and found that all four victims attended a horror convention in the Washington state area over the course of the past month. The convention in particular runs every other weekend, focusing on different horror films to highlight. However, they always make an exception for one film; The Nightmare Before Christmas. Whilst reviewing receipts for the tickets, they were all brought through the convention’s website, which is run by its board of organisation every year. Up until recently, the board has held the same members.”

Derek tapped on his tablet to the convention’s website.

“Last month, the website released details stating that a distinguish member was no longer part of the board due to unforeseen circumstances.”

It suddenly dawned on Y/N who Derek was talking about.

“Dean Faulkner.”

Spencer whipped around towards Y/N.

All eyes laid on her as her breath increased.

“You know him?”

Y/N nodded at Hotch.

“I guest spoke at a panel with him a few years back at a separate university. We were both there, amongst others, to talk about the works of a genre that are expertise were in. I was there to basically provide loose ends for what they could not answer. Dean’s specialised area was horror. The whole time he spoke about what he described as the true villains of horror and of the world.”

Y/N gulped, her mouth going dry.

“Women.”

The wheels began to turn in the team’s heads.

Spencer stepped closer towards Y/N in assurance, seeing that her thoughts were becoming overwhelmed. He quickly stepped back after he realised what he had done.

“He went on a raging tangent about the damsel in distress and the final girl. Going on and on and on about how women are weak and would never be the last one standing if faced against the monsters in real life. How they manipulated the men and made the monsters seem worse than they truly were. The only time he spoke positively about women was when we finally calmed him down and, during a Q&A session, a student asked him who the perfect horror movie character was. He said Sally because she was forgiving and would do anything for Jack; even if that meant falling apart and being sewn back together. I tried to justify that the film does not necessarily fall into the genre of horror. But he rebutted saying that it most definitely did, because of the fact that Jack’s dream did not come true.”

The room was silent for a second, taking in the information.

Suddenly, Y/N grasped the pen from Spencer’s hands. Her finger scribbling across the whiteboard.

“I need to know the names of the victims. Get Penelope on the phone and tell me the names.”

The team shocked at her erratic movements, sat in silence.

“Do you want to capture this guy?”

Spencer licked his lips and repeated the victim’s names.

“Susanna Cole, Alice Dawes, Liberty May, and Lily Trent.”

Y/N swiftly wrote the names on the boards. Each name below the other. Underneath the last name she wrote the letter Y.

“Can you ask Penelope to track any females with the first name beginning with Y who have purchased a ticket to the next convention?”

Derek quickly began to type to her. The rest of the team looking on in disbelief.

“There were twenty-three purchases, but with cross referencing with the similarities in the other victims, one matched. Her name is Yasmine Driver.”

Y/N wrote the name on the board. Circling all the first letters of each name, it became clear there was another connection with the victims.

“Their initials spell Sally.”

Y/N nodded at JJ’s disbelief.

“Reid, when is the next convention being held?”

Spencer diverted his attention to Emily.

“Their schedule every two weeks, so that would make it… tomorrow.”

The team swiftly moved into action.

“JJ bring together the police force for a debrief. Derek and Rossi, go to the convention centre and question the board about Dean. Ask them how often he visited and if they have any knowledge of the victims visits to the convention. Spencer and Emily, contact Penelope for Faulkner’s address. Once you have visited the home, if he is there, bring him in. We’re going to try and catch him before he gets close to his goal. I will locate Yasmine and bring her to the station for safety. We don’t know how far he is going to go and what the end goal of his fantasy is. But we are going to stop him.”

The team swiftly did as they were told, leaving the room with only Spencer and Y/N behind. Just before the door shot, Hotch leaned back in.

“Thank you, Dr Y/L/N, for all your help. If possible, could you stay here with JJ and look through the documents? You know this guy more than we do, so any more information that comes to mind, please let us know.”

Y/N and Spencer watched as Hotch left the room, the door shutting behind him.

As the silence engulfed them, Y/N and Spencer were hyper aware that they were now alone and had been for the first time in weeks.

Spencer swiftly walked towards Y/N and embraced her in a tight hold. Wrapping her arms around the slender man, Y/N breathed in his scent.

“I’ve missed you.”

Y/N chuckled at Spencer’s muffled words, as his head rested on top of her own. Pulling back, Y/N slowly released Spencer, letting her hands drop to her sides.

“I’ve missed you too Doc. We can catch up later, I will be waiting right here. Now, go and save the girl.”

Spencer chuckled at her words but did as Y/N said. Throwing her a smile, Spencer quickly walked out the room, leaving Y/N behind.

Y/N sat in the room, looking over the files as the time passed, waiting to see Spencer return with the rest of the team. A knock on the door startled her from her search.

Looking up at the door, Y/N saw JJ walk into the room with two cups of coffee in her hands. JJ outstretched the one hand, placing the cup in front of Y/N, as she took a seat and began to sip at her own.

“I didn’t know how many sugars you took so I estimated.”

Y/N smiled at the woman’s kindness.

“Thank you. Have you heard anything from the others?”

JJ sat up in her seat as she watched Y/N look over the documents. Her fingers moving across the pages ever so quickly. Her hand that wasn’t tapped continuously on the table in a rhythm.

“Spencer and Emily located Faulkner’s home, but it was vacant. They’re looking around the premises for clues for where he may be; as we speak. Hotch and Derek just called saying they are on their way down with Yasmine now.”

Y/N nodded at her words. Glad to hear that the girl was safe, but the main priority now would be to locate Faulkner. She wanted to truly help them, before anyone else could get hurt.

JJ grabbed her tablet and began to search through the files for any missed out information. Silence befell across the pair, until JJ could not help but ask what they had all been dying to know.

“How did you and Spencer meet?”

Y/N had been waiting for the question. She had seen the looks the team had shared throughout the day. The questioning gazes towards the pair.

“Spencer and I were both guests speaking at the University of California a few months ago. He must have finished his lecture early as he was wondering the halls when he came across the class I was teaching. I was stood on the desk, encouraging the students to do the same. Spencer thought I was a student causing trouble whilst the professor had left the room. He ran in sprouting facts about the percentage of people who fall and severely hurt themselves whilst standing on tables. Telling me that I should get down before he reports me to my professor.”

JJ chuckled at Y/N’s story.

“Sounds like Spence alright.”

Y/N giggled in agreement. As she spoke, Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the memory of their first encounter. JJ noticed the smile on the woman’s face. She knew what that smile meant.

“So, I told him that he better stay there to catch me, just in case I fell, as I was trying to teach my students about the importance of character actions, and how doing something as simple as standing on a desk can amplify the tone of the scene. Like in the film Dead Poet’s Society. Spencer finally realised that I was also a guest speaker and he actually stood there for the next 40 minutes of my lecture. I didn’t need to stand on the desk that long, but I wanted to see if he would stay. Once the lecture had finished, he apologised for jumping to conclusions. I apologised for making him wait for 40 minutes in case I fell. He told me I didn’t make him wait; he chose to. We’ve been in contact ever since.”

Just as Y/N finished her story, the door to the conference room opened once more. Looking towards the door, Y/N watched as Hotch entered, followed by Yasmine. The young woman looked scared, but unharmed.

Y/N stood from her seat, unsure of what to do as Hotch insisted for Yasmine to take a seat.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Hotch nodded his head.

“We shouldn’t be long. The rest of the team are outside in the bullpen. You can go ahead and join them. JJ and I will take it from here.”

Y/N nodded her head, leaving the room. She watched as Hotch and JJ questioned spoke to Yasmine through the glass, before she turned and walked down the corridor to find Spencer and his friends.

Turning the corner, Y/N failed to stop herself before bumping into a tall figure. Looking up to apologise, her eyes suddenly widened at the familiar face. Before a sound could leave her lips, a blunt force knocked her out cold.

Spencer and the team discussed where Faulkner could be when Hotch strode into the bull pen.

“How did it go?”

Hotch walked towards his team, ready to answer Derek’s question.

“It seems that Faulkner had been stalking the victims for some time. Yasmine detailed seeing him turn up at the conventions, even though he was no longer allowed. She had previously complained about his behaviour to the board before his dismissal. Stating that Faulkner had sexually harassed her. Rossi, did anyone at the convention mention anything about Faulkner that we don’t know?”

“It seems that Yasmine wasn’t the only one. The other board members went into detail about why he was fired. It turned out that all of our victims, including Yasmine, had filed lawsuits against Faulkner for sexual harassment. The charges were ultimately dropped and never recorded to keep the convention’s reputation clear. But they fired Faulkner and banned him from being able to attend any further conventions. Taking away the Nightmare Before Christmas dedicated stand was just a coincidence. They felt that the convention needed something new as they had been celebrating the film for over eight years.”

Just as Hotch was about to declare what the next step would be in finding Faulkner, JJ burst through the ball pen.

“Guys, you have to come quick.”

The team, in shock, watched as JJ ran back towards the conference room. All quickly on her heels. Entering the room, she took control of the laptop, streaming the image to the projector.

Spencer could no longer breathe as he looked at the image on the screen.

“Y/N.”

The screen showed Y/N tied to a chair and bent forward; clearly in pain. Her surroundings empty and dark.

Suddenly a voice was heard.

“I sense there's something in the wind. That seems like tragedy's at hand isn’t there Dr Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

The team watched in horror as Dean Faulkner yanked Y/N’s head back, her body letting out a strangled cry at the pain caused by his actions.

Spencer felt sick, he felt like he was watching himself when Tobias Hankel had held him captive.

“Emily, call Garcia to track his location. We don’t have much time.”

Emily did as Hotch told her to. Talking as quickly as she could on the phone.

“She can’t track it; he’s re-routing the IP address every thirty seconds.”

“She needs to track it. She needs to find her now!”

They all jumped at Spencer’s outburst, watching as tears filled his vision and his hands began to shake.

“Spencer, you need to calm down, we are going to find her. He can’t have taken her far.”

Spencer took in Derek’s words. Taking a breath, he looked back at the screen as he tried to distinguish any recognisable features of where she may be.

Faulkner moved his face to rest against Y/N’s hair, smelling the tresses. She tried to pull away only for him to yank her back again.

“Why did you kill them Dean?”

Faulkner let go of Y/N’s hair. Walking to her side, he grabbed her face in a vicious grip. Yanking her to look at him.

“Why? They ruined my life, everything I ever worked hard for. You all did.”

Y/N looked at him in confusion.

“I did nothing to you.”

Y/N’s breath increased at the vicious look he sent her way. Her eyes flickered to the camera, knowing that Faulkner was streaming what was happening to Spencer and his team. She had to find a way to tell them where she was.

“You made them question my authority. My position. My integrity as a member of the board. You ruined my reputation by belittling me in California.”.

“That’s because you know nothing about horror Dean. You think you know everything about it, but you don’t.”

Spencer couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Why was Y/N taunting him?

“Garcia’s looking to see if there’s any abandoned properties around the area that he could have taken her to.”

Spencer didn’t even acknowledge Emily’s words.

Faulkner reeled back at Y/N’s taunt.

“I know everything there is to know about horror. I’ve seen it all. I’ve lived it. I’ve created it. Ask me anything about it, I know the right answers.”

“But you don’t. You have an idea of horror, your own idea, that is wrong. You believe that women are the reason you lost your job and became the monster that you are. But they’re not. The reason you’re a monster is because of your sick and twisted fantasies. You made those girls feel small and weak, didn’t you?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

The team watched in apprehension.

“Garcia, the location, we need it now.”

Rossi looked between the screen and the phone in Derek’s hand.

“I can get the area he’s holding her, but not the specific building. The whole town is basically abandoned. She could be anywhere from a shop to a house.”

“Keep looking.”

Spencer chewed on his lips. He had to think rationally. If the unsub was upset about the changes and losing his job, what could have been the last straw?

“Derek what was the film they replaced Nightmare Before Christmas with at the convention.”

Derek and Spencer shared a look.

“Cabin in the Woods.”

Spencer ran across the rooms to the files at hand.

“In the location that Garcia has tracked her too, there are three cabins, all within a walking distance of the other.”

The team began to rush out the room, transferring the livestream to a tablet so they could monitor Faulkner and Y/N.

“You’re weak Dean. You’re just like all the horror movie villains. Ghostface, pinhead, jigsaw, all of them. You feed of fear and feeling in control. But the only thing you have in common with them is that you’re not going to win.”

Faulkner scream in rage. Pulling Y/N’s head back, he punched her in the jaw. Striding to the camera, he pushed his face to the lens.

“The party’s over!”

Spencer watched in horror as the feed went off.

“Hotch we have to hurry!”

Hotch sped up the car. Quickly arriving to the location, the team split up into pairs, taking a cabin each to inspect. Hotch and Derek, Rossi and JJ, and Spencer and Emily veered off to their targeted locations. Spencer followed Emily, trying to stay calm, as he slowly walked into the cabin to find it empty, when suddenly a gun shot was heard. Looking in the direction, the pair ran to the cabin that Derek and Hotch had been assigned. The rest of the team already there, looking into the cabin in shock.

“No, no, no, no. Y/N.”

Spencer pushed in front of them, tears pooling in his eyes as he a waited to see the horror before him. He looked in disbelief as Y/N stood from her position on the floor, the gun dropping from her hand as they shook. Faulkner laid a few feet away, in a pool of blood, no longer breathing.

Y/N looked towards the team. Raising her shaking hands towards Spencer.

“I didn’t want to kill him but he was going to shoot whoever walked through the door.”

Spencer rushed forward, grabbing her in a bone crushing hug. His hands stroking her hair as he soother her cries. Leading her out of the cabin, he allowed his team to sort out the rest as he continued to calm Y/N down.

The movement of the team were a blur as ambulances and police cars came. Taking them to the hospital as they sat in the waiting room as Y/N was checked over.

Spencer sat in the waiting room, his leg bouncing up and down with nerves.

Derek excused himself from the groups conversation as he went and sat next to Spencer. Clapping him on the back, Derek squeezed Spencer’s shoulder in re-assurance.

“She’s going to be fine pretty boy.”

“Physically, she has a concussion, bruising along her jawline, and needs stitches on her forehead. Mentally, I don’t know how she is going to handle this. When I suggested asking for her help in the case, I didn’t presume the risk of her being hurt. I should have.”

“Spencer, listen to me. We would have done everything to make sure she lived okay. She not only saved herself but she also helped save Yasmine and this team. Any one of us could have been shot if she had not thought fast and got the gun out of his hands. You know, better than anyone, how to help her deal with this.”

Spencer took in Derek’s words, nodding his head in appreciation, as he leaned against his friend in a comforting hug.

“Probably wasn’t the ideal way to introduce your girlfriend to the team though.”

Spencer stuttered at Derek’s teasing.

“We’re profilers Spencer. We’ve all noticed how you’ve been happier these past few months and seeing how persistent you were for us to consult Y/N, it gave us all an idea why. Seeing you together only confirmed our suspicions. So, how long has pretty boy had his pretty girl?”

Spencer chuckled at Derek’s words. Ringing his hands together as he spoke to Derek.

“Tomorrow is actually our six-month anniversary. She was going to be flying back today so we could celebrate; unless I got called on a case.”

“We can still celebrate.”

Spencer looked up as Y/N walked through the waiting room, fresh stitches on her forehead and an ice pack resting in her hands.

“The nurse said that there was no internal damage. That my body will just be sore for a few weeks. My concussion is light, so I am alright to travel home.”

The team gathered around to check on her. But her eyes could not leave Spencer’s as he rose from his seat. Spencer walked forward slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Carefully he cupped her face in his hands, and to the surprise of Y/N and his team, Spencer bowed his head and placed a careful kiss on Y/N’s lips. Slow, protective, and full of love.

Pulling back, Spencer wrapped his arms around her as he looked at the beaming smiles of his teammates. Y/N couldn’t help the blush across her cheeks or the giggle that followed. Soon, everyone was chuckling at the pair.

“I would like to thank you Y/N. From the entire team. Your actions saved a young woman’s life, and what could have been one of our own.”

Y/N smiled in appreciation at Rossi’s words.

“You’re Spencer’s family. I would do it all again if I had to.”

“Statistically speaking, around 2,000 people a day are reported missing in the US. Approximately, 600 of those would be reported or considered kidnappings. It is highly unlikely for you to be put in a situation like that again.”

Y/N looked up at her boyfriend.

“I never thought I would say this, but your talk about me being kidnapped again is really attractive.”

The team laughed at the girl’s statement, seeing Spencer become physically embarrassed.

“Just to inform everyone, the jet will be ready to depart in forty-five minutes. As I was informed that today you would have been heading home, Y/N we have sent for your belongings to be collected; you can fly back with us.”

Spencer smiled at Hotch in gratitude, the older man knowing he would have only worried if she had flown home alone.

“Thank you, Mr Hotchner.��

Hotch let out a brief smile.

“Call me Hotch. Your part of Spencer’s life, that means your part of this family.”

BAU JET

It had been an exhausting few days for the team, and it showed, as they all were sporadically asleep throughout the jet. Silence encompassed the steel capsule, with only the sound of sleep filled breaths being heard.

Y/N laid fast asleep, with her head on Spencer’s shoulder, as the boy genius sat up wide awake. Looking down at the woman next to him, all Spencer could imagine was what could have happened if they weren’t quick enough. How many days he would have lost with her. All the things he wanted to tell her.

As though she could sense his deep thoughts, Y/N slowly awoke, rubbing her eyes as a yawn escaped her mouth. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she waited till she was fully conscious before she spoke.

“What time is it Doc?”

Spencer jostled out of his thoughts to check the watch on his wrist.

“It’s 2:36 am. You’ve been asleep for approximately 3 hours and 22 minutes.”

Y/N quickly sat up in her seat, wide awake.

Spencer turned towards her in worry, wondering what had made her so alert.

“What wrong? Are you feeling nauseous? Do you need some painkillers, as your due to have…”

Y/N grabbed Spencer’s face and placed her lips flush against his own. Their mouths moved in unison, as Spencer’s own hands moved to circle around her waist, bringing their bodies as close as they could be in the small space they had. They hadn’t kissed since the hospital, and before then it had been weeks. Spencer never realised until then, how much he truly missed her touch, her taste, her as a whole.

Coming to a point where they both lacked breathe, the pair pulled apart. Their eyes fluttering open as Y/N’s hands caressed Spencer’s face. Her one hand travelled to his hair, feeling the tresses that had grown since she had last seen him. She looked at him in a way no one had before. Spencer shared the same expression.

“Happy six-month anniversary Spencer. I love you.”

Spencer looked at Y/N in disbelief.

“Before you start spouting of facts about transference and how I am probably only saying this because you saved my life, you’re wrong. Because then I would be telling Hotch and Morgan the same thing.”

Spencer couldn’t help the watery smile that graced his face. For the second time in the past day, his eyes filled with tears. But this time, they were good.

“I’ve known I have loved you for a long time. For five months actually. I knew I loved you when we made pizza in your apartment and we ended up burning it, so we ordered one instead.”

Spencer laughed at the memory. It was the first time Spencer had initiated their make out. He had watched her cooking, in his apartment, and he had never found her more attractive than he did seeing her in his home.

“I knew that whilst you were spouting of facts about the invention of the pizza that I loved you and that I could listen to you forever. I love you Spencer.”

Spencer pulled Y/N closer to him as he rested his forehead against her own. The pair basked in each other’s presence.

“Past surveys show that men wait just 88 days to say those three little words to their partner for the first time, and 39 percent say them within the first month. Women, on the other hand, take an average 134 days. You knew after 31 days that you loved me. I knew after our first date that the way I felt when I was with you is a feeling that I could not even describe with my vast vocabulary. I knew after 8 days that the way I felt was stronger than liking you and that was a frightening thought. But its scarier to think what could have happened to you yesterday. That I could have lost you without you ever knowing. I made that mistake before. I will never make it again. I love you too.”

Y/N couldn’t help the smile and giggle that overtook her. Spencer, feeling high of the serotonin that was coursing through his body, couldn’t help his laugh either. Soon the pair were a giggling mess, unaware of the team who had all begun to awaken whilst the pair were talking.

The team congregated to the back of the jet, allowing the couple to stay in their own bubble.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen him truly happy.”

The group nodded at Emily’s words.

JJ smiled as she watched her best friend rattle of the possible movies that he and his girlfriend could spend their anniversary watching as she recovered. Her smile growing even wider at Y/N’s enthusiasm to watch the film’s in their original language. None of them could miss the look of adoration beaming between the pair.

“Yeah, it really has.”

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. -Lao Tzu

A/N- It isn’t the best but I really enjoyed writing this one.

[merakiui]

okay but imagine, for the idol!scaramouche au, where there's this huge year-end event of some sort and, like, he was set to collab with the reader for a performance that's at least five minutes. you know, with solo performances then joint performances and all — maybe a dance break too 👀 and it just breaks the records because imagine seeing the two people who openly shit on each other online working together in front of thousands of people irl and through the cameras

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It’s New Year’s Eve and nearly everyone you know is filled with an unbeatable excitement as they await midnight. As you look back on all of your achievements throughout the year, it becomes clear that you’ve gotten very far in your career. From feuding with Scaramouche to starring in a movie with Tartaglia to meeting all sorts of idols and celebrities, you’ve had your fair share of memorable moments. And now that the year is coming to a close, you hope to make more memories in this upcoming year.

And what better way to ring in the New Year than to perform in the hours leading up to the countdown? Social media sites are going wild when fans find out that you’re going to be singing alongside Scaramouche, the man you’ve openly argued with for so many months. It’s almost ironic how close the two of you seem when you’re standing beside one another, no longer held back by the digital barrier provided by social media.

No matter what happens, you’re going to make this concert unforgettable. In order to do that, you and Scaramouche decide to put your differences aside for the time being.

And it works wonders for the performance! The both of you are lively and in perfect tune as you belt out song after song. Scaramouche would be lying if he said this concert wasn’t his favorite one so far. He’s performed on many stages in many locations, but nothing can beat the emotions that overtake him when he’s sharing the stage with you. You’re just so much fun to be around. It feels like he’s really living when he hears the passion in your voice.

As the final song comes to a close, you glance over at Scaramouche after holding the last note. He meets your gaze, panting slightly from the exhilarating performance, and the both of you share a bright grin. He lets himself break in that moment, revealing a rare fracture in his normally moody mask. He’s genuinely happy. There’s no denying the way he practically beams at you, joyful at the prospect of putting on such a fantastic concert but also at the idea of spending so much time with you.

The crowd is cheering and clapping so loudly that it nearly drowns out your enthusiastic shouts. Before he can register what’s going on, you’re wrapping an arm around him in an effort to get him to celebrate alongside you. He’s relieved that his blush can pass for exhaustion in this moment or else he’d be even more embarrassed.

After you and Scaramouche say your thanks and give a bow to all of the wonderful people in the audience, you’re whisked backstage for some much-needed refreshments. You part ways at once. He’s compelled to chase after you—to grab you by the hand and ask that you spare him the time. Rather than grasping the opportunity that’s laid out before him, he ignores it and holds onto the jittery feeling in his nerves.

Time ticks by and eventually there are a few minutes before midnight. Scaramouche isn’t all that sentimental when it comes to New Year’s. He’s never really understood the point of resolutions, which are almost always cast aside after a month, or the fact that everyone eats up the celebration as if a new year won’t come. He managed to slip away from security and anyone else who might pester him so that he could watch the countdown and the corresponding fireworks from a reasonable distance.

Even though he ought to think about his plans as an idol for the new year, his mind is filled with images of you and your cheery expression. And as if such thoughts have summoned you, you appear at his side with a lopsided smile.

“Hey, Scary.”

“Hello, stalker.”

“Rude. I wasn’t stalking you! I saw you leave and decided to follow you. What’s so wrong with that?”

“What’s so wrong with that, you ask,” he echoes. “I wonder.”

You roll your eyes and lean forward on the railing, fingers drumming along the cool metal. “I thought you were going to celebrate with the rest of us. Tartaglia and Signora showed up. They’re waiting for us to join them for drinks.”

“I’m not interested.”

“Ah, you’re no fun. I assumed you’d want to relax after that huge performance.”

He scoffs. “And get blackout drunk with someone like Tartaglia? As if. Hard pass.”

“Suit yourself,” you murmur, yet you don’t take the initiative to leave. Instead your gaze drifts from his face to the sparkling city laid out before your very eyes. “Do you have any resolutions?”

“No. They’re pointless.”

“Again, no fun.” His unamused scowl pierces through you like a blade, sharp and pointed. Before he can retort, you add, “I have a few, actually.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“For one, I’d like to meet people.”

“You do that nearly every day, genius.”

“And it never leads to anything solid, genius. I might know these people on the surface, but it’s not like we make regular plans. It’s not like we’re friends.”

“So you’re lonely. Boo-hoo. Cry me a river.”

A hollow laugh forces its way out of your throat. “If I did that, you’d just drown.” Your arms drape over the railing and your body rests against it as if it’s the only stable thing in your life. “Well, this might not be a resolution, but I managed to accomplish one of my goals this year.”

“I don’t care, but I’m going to ask anyways. So what is it?”

“I got to perform with you.”

Scaramouche freezes in his spot, eyes wide and brain fully unprepared to soak up any of this startling information. “T-That’s not much of a goal, you idiot.”

“It is. To me, at least.” A soft smile curls your lips upward. “I had a lot of fun tonight. I think we really rocked it.”

He swallows his own self-doubt, replacing it with a cocky half grin. “I guess we make a decent pair. You weren’t as bad as I thought you’d be and your voice didn’t shatter my eardrums. So good job.”

It’s obvious there’s more you want to say, but you’re holding yourself back. Whether it’s too private to say out loud or you’re simply unable to verbalize your inner thoughts, you cast your stare on the bright cityscape once more.

“Oh, I think it’s almost midnight.”

He doesn’t need to check his phone to confirm that. The silence is broken by distant whoops and cries as everyone gets ready for the countdown. Scaramouche finally joins you at the railing, awkwardly placing his hands upon it as he forces himself to ogle at the skyscrapers and not at you. Suddenly, as if your revelation has prompted him to speak the truth, he wants to tell you about his own struggles and secrets. About his vulnerability and weaknesses. About the way he catches himself daydreaming about you when he just barely manages to get through boring meetings with his manager and bothersome conversations with haughty celebrities and brands who think they own the world. About how he scrolls through your secret account just to get a taste of your true personality.

But he stops himself before his emotions get the best of him, deciding that it’s not worth the embarrassment or the potential downfall.

The countdown seems to pass by in a blur. Ten seconds come and go like a summer breeze, bringing with it the fresh air of a new year. There’s a satisfied look on your face as you gaze skyward, following the fireworks as they glimmer in the sky like colorful pinwheels.

Scaramouche gathers his confidence for his next words, inhaling an uncertain breath. “(Name), I actually wanted to tell you that—“

The fireworks cry and hiss before spattering in a mess of colors. His words go unheard and the New Year has arrived.

He sighs. “Happy New Year, loser...”

Your melodious laugh fills the air. “Happy New Year to you, too, Scarymouche.”