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secondbeatsongs · 1 year

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Have you done the “If you like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain” song yet?

#asks #thegeekinglife #thank you for your request #I couldn't find one for this song so I put the dall-e image thing as a stand-in #but this song is queued for tomorrow!#requests

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fearandhatred · 2 months

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tmi tuesday fanfic game

thank u @captainblou @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @eybefioro @ineffabildaddy for the tags!! i've been putting this off for SO long lmao but the situation (university) has finally become dire

ask me anything about these:

transitional heart taxidermy

blood in my eyes

freudian theory and complex humanity (x) (x)

unnamed bible fic - wait edit why did i say unnamed it had a title lol. it's called that's the pain (x)

question ideas

fandom questions meme

fic writer question meme

send a word, any word, and if it’s in my wip document i’ll answer your ask with the sentence or line it appears in

send a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it!

send an “i wish you would write a story where….”

send an ask directly to a character in one of my fics or wips

tagging all my writer mutuals who haven't done this yet <3

#fearandhatred #fearandfics #ok i queued this post before tonight's eras surprise songs. how fitting. the situation really IS dire i called it #it's not tuesday yet but i'll answer everything on tuesday aka tomorrow after i'm finally done with this GROUP PROJECT #i've been so stressed about this shit for the past week i need a break oh my god #i literally have no idea who has already been tagged. no time to tag. bye #tag game #good omens #just realised i queued this for past midnight so yeah it's tuesday for me. when y'all see this

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cakeinthevoid · 9 months

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@whumpkinpie hello! I have written more because Carrie and WIllow have captured my writing brain. welcome to my first ever tag list bwahaha

See prompt/part 1 here: the link

Part 2 — Asleep (Call Me Up — Luna Luna)

The sun had just disappeared behind the mountains when the speaker finally died. The warning trills had been ringing in advance, but Carrie couldn’t bring themself to break the calm late afternoon tranquility that had befallen their little porch. And thus Carrie tried to savour the moment until its most definite end—hoping that those extra few minutes could bring some more much needed peace to Willow.

After the soft vocals were abruptly cut off, Carrie expected Willow to start and disappear deeper into the house—hopefully to their room and not on the cold floor near the stairs.

Getting up and gathering their various items (glass, blanket, speaker, phone—), Carrie was quietly surprised to see Willow in the same position against the wall inside: one leg bent with their elbow resting on their knee—except now their head was tilted to the side.

They had fallen asleep.

And so close to Carrie. Were they finally feeling safe around them?

Carrie redoubled their efforts to stay quiet as they carried their items inside, stepping awkwardly over the cooler that was both holding the door open and partially blocking their path.

After getting everything in order and carefully dragging the cooler back to the kitchen, Carrie returned to the porch exit with a soft blanket.

Willow was still out like a light, remarkably. They were a very light sleeper and Carrie had fully anticipated the scraping of the beat plastic cooler on the hardwood floor would be the thing to wake them up. And yet they slept.

And, well, if they were sleeping so well here, why would Carrie force them awake just to move them upstairs? They were resolutely ignoring the consequences of sleeping in such a position on hard surfaces in favour of preserving the most peaceful look on their face that they had ever seen.

Carrie came close and gently laid down the light blanket on Willows wiry figure, holding their breath. When they didn’t shift, Carrie exhaled a silent breath of relief. Then they backed away into the kitchen to cook dinner.

While the chicken was in the oven, Carrie set about finishing household chores and finding the speaker charger. All the while, they thought of music.

#adding a song link because the VIIIBEEEE #the crickets at the end of the song... yessss... YESSSSSS #also I have no title for this yet #very open to suggestions #also very open to other prompts/tropes to include in this #sure I have some inkling on where to take this but I'd love to include what people want to see #if it fits of course we'll see #so uhhh #i'm going to tag it with oc names for now since I don't have a title #Carrie #Willow #don't think those are gonna change #maybe pronouns will. although I like the they/them for both since they game from simple caretaker and whumpee characters #I'd like to make it easy for readers to imagine whoever they want in their place #so I'm not going to be describing their looks #unless y'all want me to?????#regardless #hope you enjoyed!!#I've queued the next part for tomorrow morning :)#recovery #recovery whump

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meidnightrain · 20 days

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TANGERINE MORNING LIGHT❞ - aventurine

summary: a phone call interrupts a morning that is luxurious to you both

warnings: reader is gn, fluff

notes: let’s see if you can guess which song helped to inspire the fic for today! i’m a bit late to the party, this was also inspired by that official art and i tried to give my own twist to it to make it a little different. was supposed to be posted yesterday but something came up with queued posts and it didn’t go through so i’ll have to manually log into do it :(((

taglist(open): @akutasoda , @ryuryuryuyurboat , @toorurs , @yvnaology , @tragedy-of-commons , @staarri , @rainswept , @karagatan02 , @https-mika

“alright, i understand. let’s schedule the interview for today.” his voice was the first thing that you registered in the morning.

AVENTURINE is disheveled; his usually precariously combed hair is now tousled with odd ends sticking out in places, and only a single button on his pajama top holds his shirt together. you can see the slight ridge of his abs when he shifted to turn around, the phone over his ear, and an annoyed expression on his face.

he is gorgeous in the morning sunlight; he glimmers like gold-spun silk, and you can’t help but admire him in silence, laying on your side as you stared at every inch of him. you’ve long known him, seen the pieces of him laid bare, and seen what makes him tick.

“how long have you been staring?” you’re broken out of your thoughts; he’s facing you now with a small smirk on his face that makes you want to punch him. you’re practically breathing each other’s air with how close you both are, and you can’t help but curse at him silently for making you feel this way even after dating for so long. you always melted into his touch without a fight; you’re not sure if that was his intention or if you were so infatuated with him that it made you like that.

“i could have stared longer.” you narrowed your eyes at him, a pout beginning to form on your lips. “i was daydreaming.”

he’s slightly amused by your response, one of his delicately raised eyebrows arching perfectly. he was perfect; every bit of him was there anyway. “and what were you daydreaming about?”

“you not going for that meeting and sleeping in with me?” you offered with a cheeky wink, booping him on the nose with your finger. that caught AVENTURINE off-guard while he processed your words before he returned a smug expression, and you could feel his body press into yours. you’d love to think he’ll never forget about what would happen if it all fell down and crumbled into ashes. you’ll both have to pay the price if it all fails, but that's something to worry about another day.

you’re half asleep this early in the morning. it's somewhat of a luxury to take your time in the tangerine, neon light that is the sunlight bringing along the morning. he was busy with work, busy gambling everything he had to spend his tomorrows with you. he’s not saying he’s in love with you just yet. it's those three words, three syllables, and eight letters that haven’t rolled off his tongue all this while, but he’s going to.

he’s awake, and he’s going to take his chance, snuggling closer as he breathed in the sweet scent of you. “we have a few hours.” he is warm, and the irises of his eyes are so hypnotizing and alluring that you fall under his spell.

he knows this is a big mistake to let you in like this—to show vulnerability and yearn for you affection. to indulge himself in your touch and comfort over and over again, like how an alcoholic would always turn back to soulglad religiously without fail. if he was going to be drunk, he’d rather be drunk in your love.

“and what happens?” your eyes are closed, and you fit perfectly into the space that is the crook of his neck. “if this blows up in your pretty face, my dear gambler?”

you’re not saying for AVENTURINE to do it anyway, to take this risk even if it would reap high rewards, because rarely was there ever a chance that high gambles would be effortless to pull off. but you knew, that he was going to get the thrill of betting everything he had, which would drove him to such lengths.

“when was i ever one to back down from a gamble?” stray strands of his blonde hair tickled the top of your head, like feathers brushing across skin. what would you say if he told you that all he needed was you? you’ll wait then for him to say that he loved you. all you needed was three words, three syllables, eight letters, and all the time in the world.

#🗞️ - honkai star rail fics #—stellaronhvnters.#・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr x you #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #hsr fluff

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tieronecrush · 5 months

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so much wine

joel miller x reader

summary: christmas is difficult for joel, with and without you.

rating: M

wc: 2.8k

warnings: no outbreak, angst MAJORLY, alcohol consumption, drunkenness, acts of mild violence (NOT towards reader or any other person, it is toward an inanimate object), joel hating christmas, grief, anger, depression, big big feelings, mention of break up, sad joel, angry joel, resentful joel, reader trying to make christmas nice, um i may be forgetting some so if you notice any big ones lmk!

a/n: ya girl is always on her angst grind. ESPECIALLY around christmas cause....issues. hope you all find the means to enjoy this lil one shot based on one of the saddest but still incredibly beautiful christmas songs. here's the link to the song! tysm to @northernbluess & @kiwisbell for beta-ing and encouraging me to post this. love you both xx

“Tommy?”

“Hey, m’so sorry to be callin’ ya on Christmas Eve. I know…Well, I know this is probably the last thing ya wanna be hearin’ but I really need your help. It’s Joel…” The noise level on the other side increases with a gust of rowdiness, clueing you in that he must be at a bar. You press the phone tighter against your ear, listening to Tommy ramble off reasonings for your help interwoven with profuse apologies. Guilt hangs heavy inside of you, the soft music and glasses clinking in the other room a reminder of your own Christmas Eve plans. How it’s supposed to go every year. Peaceful, light, fun, full of love. Your holiday with Joel looked different. Full of love, yes, but overwhelming, stifling with grief.

“I’ll be right over, Tommy.” You can’t turn away, you can’t hang up and go back to your life tonight. Not with knowing how much pain Joel’s in.

The tree lights up as you stick the plug in the socket, your nightly task for the last month just as the sun sets. Clear, warm bulbs illuminate the otherwise dark living room, shining out to the street as a beacon of a lived-in home. Reflections of warmth bounce off of the shiny glass ornaments littered around the branches, heirlooms from your family, and some you’ve collected yourself. Combined with ones from Joel’s past. It’s not cohesive, but it’s a beautiful smattering of your lives. Pine wafts from the sappy center of the tree, filling the room with the scent of evergreen, tinged with the stuffy warmth from the central heat.

You’d decorated the tree on your own a few weeks ago. Joel helped you pick up the tree from the sale lot in the H.E.B. car park, strapping it down in the bed of his pickup. More than willing to help you get it inside, into the basin, and secure it tightly to avoid any accidents. But that’s when his assistance stopped. No humming along to the Christmas CDs you queued, no suggestions of festive movies to watch, no sneaking some Bailey’s into the mugs of decaf coffee you brewed to keep warm. Instead, he retreated up to your bedroom, shutting the door behind him and effectively shutting you out for the evening.

Tommy’s truck pulls into the driveway, dropping off Joel for the holiday after last-minute projects were tied off. Joel had mentioned grabbing a drink with Tommy, to celebrate another year gone by with their new business venture, Miller Construction. You didn’t think anything of it, wishing him a good day that morning and sending him off while you prepped dinner and baked cookies to bring over to your parent’s house tomorrow.

As you sit down on the couch, Joel fumbles at the door with his keys, finally getting them jammed in and the lock turned. He stumbles inside, tripping over his own feet despite his eyes being trained on them, grumbling to himself as he frustratingly kicks off his boots. You stand up to greet him, a warm smile on your face faltering when he looks back at you with a scowl.

“Need a drink…” he slurs, avoiding you completely in the middle of the living room, frown lit up by the tree. Joel treks to the kitchen, straight for the whiskey bottle that he takes a long pull from before filling a glass halfway. The amber liquid sloshes as he turns to look at you, holding out the crystal tumbler.

“You want some, baby? S’Christmas Eve! Everybody thinks it’s something to celebrate, right?”

It never snows in Austin, but driving down the highway with your windows down, it smells like winter. Crisp, cool air rubbing your cheeks raw, running your nose. Thin air, fresh. A medicinal feeling, like inhaling the menthols you used to smoke. It’s freezing, but you can’t bring yourself to roll up the windows, to close yourself into your car as you cruise on the open roads. Everyone’s tucked away at home, with family or friends, while you drive towards something as familiar, but much more grisly.

Christmas carols crack over the stereo, painting visions of picture-perfect holidays, the feelings of joy, love, belonging, and warmth that you’ve craved for him since you met him. Something you so desperately wanted to drip back into his life from your hand, dribbling water to a lightless soul.

The glass is empty now, bottle as hollow as Joel’s eyes look. He stands in front of the tree, studying the decorations with a freshly opened bottle of wine in his grip, one you were meant to bring to your parents tomorrow. His brows haven’t relaxed, not one stitch unsewn since he walked in the door. Mumbles of anger have rolled from his chest, never directed toward you, but aimed at the world around him. At the holiday. At the lack of presents addressed to his daughter under the tree, the missing duties of playing Santa.

You met Joel after Sarah passed. He spoke about her often, telling you all about his little girl who was funny, bright, bubbly, better than him in every way. She’s been gone for a handful of years now, the tragedy worn on Joel’s face and in his curls; aged and grayed. He was still so handsome, still held a smile for you despite the deep, open aches he feels the pains of every day.

Never having a holiday with him, you didn’t know that this is ‘just how he is’. Tommy had heeded some warnings to you, had called you in a whisper as he pulled away from the house that evening with apologies — ‘I tried to cut him off, but when I left for a minute to go to the bathroom, he’d gotten the bartender to pour him another double…I tried to take it, but he wouldn’t…’

You expected feelings these days, this month, the whole season. How could a father not miss his only child when the rest of everyone’s happiness, luck, blessings are thrown back in his face? But this…this was a different Joel. Someone angry, someone cursing his own existence. He fumbled around the living room, shoving the coffee table when he bumped into it, picking tinsel off the tree and tossing it to the ground.

At the time, it seemed like a good idea to intervene. To attempt to talk him into bed, or at least into eating something and laying down on the couch. Other issues to address in the morning when he was sober.

Now, you know that was a mistake.

“What do you want from me? What does my brother want from me? Am I just supposed to get over it so everyone can have their merry little Christmas?” His voice strings words together, his drawl thicker with inebriation. Wine splatters across the kitchen tile, Joel’s arms swinging around as he speaks with his hands.

“No one is ever asking or expecting you to get over it, Joel. We just—I don’t want you to be like…to feel like this. Sarah wouldn’t want you to—”

He doesn’t raise his voice. Joel never raises his voice. The calm chill of his voice sends a wash of anxiety over your entire body, words punching clear now despite his physical state.

“Enough. Don’t even say that 'cause you wouldn’t fucking know.”

The freezing air fills your lungs, choking out as it stifles your inhale. Strong heaves of breaths expand your lungs before they squeeze out with sharp exhales, the coughing fit morphing into sobs. Tears blur your vision, flowing over your waterline and burning hot against your cheeks. Carving trails across your face with iron branding. Find the same paths of all their predecessors, all that came before them for the very same reasons.

You manage to pull off to the side of the road to compose yourself, parking near enough to your exit. Slipping out of the driver’s seat, you open the door and tumble out, talking yourself down from hysterics. Wading through the thick emotions, the unresolved slashings of anger and frustration, the unanswered love.

Facing the midnight sky, twinkling spots stare back at you, reminding you of your size in the world. How large everything feels, how all-consuming. How it doesn’t seem to be felt all the same by the one person you want it from. Need it from.

Struck with a flash of a star falling against the black backdrop, there’s a brief moment when you think it’s Santa Claus. In his sleigh pulled by reindeer, riding around to deliver joy to families across the world. Another reminder of how small you feel. How much like a kid you feel. Unsure of where you stand in his life, uncertainty facing your future, undecided in what is the right thing to do.

The sky kaleidoscopes in your watery eyes, small shining bursts gazing back at you. And your first thought is how similar they look to Joel’s eyes that night. Sad, glossy, shimmering with anger that sat long enough to finally introduce itself as grief.

You stayed out of the way after that. Let him drink himself into a hole. Dinner is left untouched until the later evening when you wrap it all up and store it away in the fridge. Noting another bottle of wine gone from the cabinet.

Joel’s corralled upstairs with less persuasion the drunker he’s gotten, craving the comfort of your shared bed the closer he gets to passing out. He trips over his feet while you walk behind him, a hand pressing into his lower back to direct him. Hiccups shake his body. Teeth stained red. Life sucked from the day, no more chances at honoring memories, no more magic left to make something special for Joel. Nothing that can sprinkle some goodness into his life.

He’s got an iron grip on his resentment, on his rage. Understandably.

But that grip drops his hand from his happiness, from his comfort, from his remembrance. It all slips through his fingers now, grains of sand falling through the lines in his palms, the ridges of his fingerprints. What was so ingrained in him, years ago with his daughter, days ago with you, is easily forgotten as the monster of misery uses your kindhearted man as a vessel. Rendering him unrecognizable.

Taking in his sleeping form, fully clothed and half covered with a quilt. He was out as soon as his head hit the pillow, his coping catching up with him to finally receive the desired effect — feeling nothing. Turning his brain off completely, emptying him to float in a void for at least one night.

His lips parted with slow, even breaths. Brows relax, falling back to lift his eyes, despite them being closed. Delicate eyelashes lay against his cheeks, and you watch as a smattering of exhausted tears slip from the corners of his shut eyes. No more stubborn will to hold them back. The first real emotion you’ve witnessed all evening.

It’s another moment before you turn away, filling the empty glass at his bedside with water from the bathroom tap. Avoiding his soft sleeping form and your empty side of the mattress, you pack a small bag to retreat to your parent's house, a short note left for Joel in the morning inviting him over when he’s feeling up for it.

One last glance at him drives an ice pick into your heart, warm blood pooling around your feet matching the shade of red on his lips. It feels cruel, to pack up and leave for the night, but without knowing if this charade continues through the next day, you don’t quite feel like sticking around to find out.

The bar is busier than you would have thought, with a good amount of groups growing rowdy for the holiday. You imagine they are there drinking in camaraderie, in celebration. The opposite to your Joel. He’s slumped over the bar in his green flannel, hugging his broad frame that shields him from the joy raucous of the room.

Tommy stands next to him, hand on his shoulder in an attempt to draw him away from the wooden bartop, to get him away from the stool and the glass filled with amber liquid.

When the bartender greets you while you approach, Tommy turns toward you, sighing and shaking his head as he leans into his older brother to mumbling loud enough for your to overhear as you settle behind Joel’s seat, “M’sorry I had to do this, Joel, but you’ve got to get home…”

Joel grumbles, shrugging off his brother’s hand. When he’s turned to address his brother with a protest, he catches you in the periphery, reacting with a molasses-like double take. Angling in your direction from his perch on the worn leather barstool, his eyes widen in shock, and he swallows hard. The drink in his hand is left discarded on the bar top, Tommy signaling for the bartender to come by and grab it while Joel stands dumbfounded by the presence of you.

“Sweetheart…”

The name is a punch in the gut, recalling every other time it raised goosebumps in its wake while it was whispered against your skin, each time it was tacked onto a gentle tease, each time it was spoken in place of feelings he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, communicate to you.

Recovering quickly, you right yourself internally, rising tall and holding your shoulders back while tender kindness masks your anguish. A head shake draws up a watery expression despite your efforts, your smile plastering onto your expression. Joel frowns, seeing straight through the guise.

“C’mon, Joel. Let’s get you home, yeah?”

Both of you stare at the hand of yours laid on his bicep, radiating heat from the contact that starts to melt the ice that froze your feelings for him in place those months ago. Joel is the first to look away, the burn of his saucer eyes drilling into your profile.

“No. No, I don’t need to—” he argues, always a mule.

“Joel,” you interrupt, voice thickened with sentiment, “please. I wanna go home. Let’s go home.”

The statement isn’t a lie. The furthest thing from an untruth.

It’s exactly what you have been wanting to say to him for months, feeling untethered and lost. You’ve been aimlessly searching for that same solace elsewhere. In other places, in other people. Nothing could compare. Joel is home. And all you want to do is return, to feel safe and warm and welcomed at home. To feel as if there is room for you there, that you aren’t driven out by the torment that tortures Joel, and in turn, you.

That’s what gets him to agree. The promise of home, with you there with him. The same piece he’s felt missing, the second heart of his home stripped from him because of his unwillingness to let up his grip on his anger and resentment. Because of his resistance to cradle his comfort, his contentment, his love for you.

“You wanna go home?” A nod answers him, rolling his actions into motion, “Okay, okay. M’gon—gonna take you home, baby. We can…I can give you your gift.”

“Sure, honey. We can do that in the morning,” you counter, the corners of your mouth turning up for a split second when Joel agrees.

His large form falls from the stool and into his brother when he attempts to get up. It’s a dance between the three of you to get him into your car and to his place. Tommy follows, there to drag him up the stairs with you behind, a hand on Joel’s lower back. He preens into every touch from you, glancing over his shoulder to check that you’re still there. That you haven’t left again. You can’t help but notice the living room illuminated by a Christmas tree, the smell of pine filling the house and the delicate glass ornaments placed carefully around the tree. He tried this year.

You do stay. This time you’re sitting with it all, ready for the confrontation of the next day. With Tommy gone, you and Joel are left alone with each other for the first time in months. In your old bedroom of all places.

Joel sits at the edge of the bed, head hanging in shame while you kneel in front of him, tentatively laying a hand on his knee.

If this time is going to be different, you need a reason to stay. A single brick taken out of his walls, the signal of the start of a wreckage that you will happily clear so long as you can have your Joel feel like a semblance of himself again.

“You’re always gonna see the bottom of your glass, Joel. Nothing can save you from that, not even all the drink in the world. It’s all still going to be there. You have to decide to face it.”

It’s quiet for a moment, the only sounds filling the room are your slow breaths in sync with each other’s. Joel picks his head up, angling it to look down at you directly. Tears have carved channels into his face, fight leaving his eyes as he opens his mouth to speak in a rasped whisper.

“Sarah always loved Christmas...”

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criminalmindswhore · 6 months

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Playlists Tell All

Tara finds your playlist titled Prentiss and looks through it while you drive. She and JJ tease you about it until Emily finally finds out.

BOTH HANDS ON THE PHONE AT ALL TIMES 🤨 Also, this is long bare with me, also not proofread, oops.

TW: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT

It was no secret you were gay. It was apparent from the day you walked into the BAU wearing docs and a septum ring. Tara was the first to notice, lesbians find each other. You were never closeted to them but never shouted it in the bullpen either. If they asked, you told.

"Hey, Y/n can I ask you something?" Emily asked as you two went down the elevator. "Sure, what's up?" You smiled at her. "Are you gay?" She looked puzzled, "Miss BAU Unit Chief was the last to notice?" You chuckled and she looked offended, her mouth falling open. You were almost too distracted by your thoughts, 'I wonder if that's the face she makes when she-', to notice the elevator stop. "So like only women or?" She stepped out of the elevator, you following suit. You cringed at thinking of being with a man, "Only women." She chuckled, "I knew it." She stopped walking signaling you were parting ways for the night. The cold Virginia air made a chill run down your spine, or maybe you noticed the few shirt buttons undone on the way to the parking lot. "I'll see you tomorrow Y/n." She smiled at you and grabbed your bicep for a moment. The touch lingered in your brain, your skin on fire, "See you tomorrow Unit Chief of the gayest FBI unit." She laughed loudly at your comment as she walked away, her grey hair swaying with which step.

Your talks with Emily to your cars became a nightly thing, on purpose from your end but she didn't need to know that.

After a case in Northern VA, Tara, JJ and you were in an SUV driving back to Quantico. Tara deemed you the driver as you were a 'young sprite who would stay awake longer'. Your phone became the AUX phone and Tara sat up front scrolling through your music creating the perfect queue. Her eyes widened as she came across a playlist titled, 'long talks with Prentiss'. She sat straight up and looked at you. You turned your head to glance at her, then back at the road, "What?" She leaned back against the seat, "Nothing." JJ's interest was now peaked, "Tara, you gotta tell us now." Tara scrolled through the songs:

She - Dodie

girls - girl in red

1950 - King Princess

She's My Religion - Pale Waves

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Call Out My Name - The Weekend

and on and on and on...

Tara came up with a genius plan, queuing up all the songs. The second girls came on, it clicked. "Tara, I can explain." She just laughed, "Explain that you have a huge crush on someone almost 30 years older than you?" JJ put down her Cheetos, "Wait? Emily?" Your grip on the wheel tightened and your cheeks turned bright red. "Can you two just not?" Tara chuckled, "Oh no miss thing, you have to spill now." JJ laughed from the backseat.

You weighed your options, either tell them and they tease you about it, or you don't and they tease you even worse until you spill, "Fine," the two women high-fived, "but it doesn't leave this car. Clear?" JJ saluted at you and Tara nodded. "She's just so hot dude. How could I not find her attractive and she does that stupid thing when she's focused where she licks her lip and then bites it." You were gushing like a high school girl at this point. "And don't get me started on her hands." JJ cringed slightly. "Okay, but she's 1, your boss, and 2, old enough to be your mom." You sighed and grimaced, "Why do you think it lives in my head? I have a playlist and that's it. She will never know and no one else will." Tara shook her head, "Honey she probably already knows. Emily is one of the best profilers in the world, not only that she's got those super-secret spy skills. Has she been acting differently towards you?" You shook your head, "No, I mean we've been talking one-on-one a lot more but that's just because we usually leave at the same time." Tara hummed and JJ laughed loudly, "What JJ?" You were still horrified at the current situation and her finding it humorous was not helping. "She did mention how she knows someone in her inner circle is attracted to her but didn't wanna bring it up." She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. "JJ! You can't just tell me that!" Tara was losing it, doubled over in laughter. "You both suck."

It didn't get brought up again during the case. You thought it had blown over until you were all standing in the bullpen after the case chatting while people packed up bags and files. "Hey guys, what are laughing about?" Prentiss asked as she joined the group, bag in hand. "Reid is so oblivious to how much his neighbor wants to get in his pants," Luke explained while still laughing. Emily licked her bottom lip before pulling it between her teeth, Taras's head shot around to look at you wiggling her eyebrows. You scoffed and smacked her arm. "What's going on there?" Emily asked while smiling at you two, "Oh god are two?" Tara laughed and you nearly threw up in your mouth. The whole team was now looking at you and Tara with their mouths open, "God no! Tara and I are not sleeping together!" The team erupted into laughter except for you and Emily, staring into each other's eyes. She smiled sweetly at you and your face got hot. "I am going home, you guys enjoy bullying Reid." You grabbed your bag and stood up off your desk, "Wait, I'll walk with you, let me grab my cup from the kitchen." Emily took off swiftly to retrieve her mug and JJ gave you the 'I know something they don't' look. You glared at her and went to wait for Emily by the elevators. She approached you and pressed the down button, "Ready?" You nodded and stepped into the elevator.

The following week was full of being teased by JJ & Tara and Emily knowing something was up. Emily entirely said, "If someone made a playlist based on me I would be honored," while working a case. Which earned a stare from JJ and a muffled laugh from Tara.

One night you and Emily were heading down together like you usually did, "Hey, have you been seeing someone? Tara and JJ seem to know something about you no one else does." As you unlocked your car you froze. "Um, no, there's just a running inside joke going." You shrugged your shoulders trying your best to control your microexpressions. She seemed happy with your answer and wished you goodnight. You got in the car and turned on the playlist, your phone screen still open to it when someone knocked at your window. You rolled it down and Emily glanced at your lap, "Hey did you notice if- is that my name?" Her face was shocked, yours was pure fear. You flipped your phone over, "No." She saw right through you, "Y/n, let me see." She was smiling in a way you've never seen before. You didn't budge until Emily reached through the window and snatched your phone, turning away from your car. You unbuckled yourself and jumped out, "Emily please." It was too late.

She turned around, mouth agape, "Y/n, is this how you feel about me?" Her voice was low and dropped an octave. It shot shivers through your body erupting your core. You didn't know what to say, the damage was done. She stepped closer, reached behind you, and slid your phone into your back pocket. She went to move her hands but you grabbed her arms, holding them on your ass. "Emily." Your desperation showing in your voice. It set something off in her. Before you could process it, Emily's lips were on yours and your back was hitting your car. Her hands are on your hips gripping you tight. You snaked your arms around her neck gripping her hair. Her lips moved furiously on yours, her tongue swiping against your lips. The action made you whimper giving her access to your mouth. You could feel her chest moving on yours as she breathed heavily. She pulled away but kept her face inches from yours, "Y/n," she sighed, "This can't happen." You dropped your arms from her neck, she didn't move. "Fuck it." She said in the hottest fucking voice you've ever heard, you moaned at the sound before she attached her lips to yours again.

As her apartment door closed, bags were dropped, jackets discarded. Her lips moved against your neck as you gripped her shirt, "Emily, please." She chuckled, "Already begging for me pretty girl?" You moaned at the praise and Emily lifted a brow, "Oh you liked that huh?" Her arm reached around you to harshly grabbed your ass, "You like being praised by your boss huh? Like the slut you are?" Your knees buckled under you and she gripped your hips to keep you upright. Emily continued her attack on your neck as she pulled you to her bedroom, dropping you on the bed with a thump. "Pretty girl I need you to verbally consent for me before I fuck you senseless." She unbuttoned her shirt as you spoke, "Yes Emily, please. I need you." She slipped her shirt off exposing her black lace bra to you and you stared in awe. She laughed at you and took a finger under your chin pulling your eyes back to hers, "Up here." She spoke sternly and you didn't dare disobey at the risk of her leaving you high and dry. She straddled your lap and started undoing your shirt at an agonizing speed. You squirmed under her from impatience, "Ah, patience sweet girl. I'll get there. Although I understand why you're so needy after months of wanting me exactly like this. On top of you getting ready to make you scream my name." She slipped off your shirt and leaned in close, "I believe it was, call out my name I saw on that playlist of yours?" She left a wet sloppy kiss behind your ear. You could feel the pool of wetness growing between your legs.

She kissed down your collarbones as she unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. She kissed down to your chest until she reached your left nipple, swirling her tongue around it, "Mhm, fuck yes." You gripped her hair harder than you planned on eliciting a moan from her. It was music to your fucking ears. She discarded her slow and steady pace and reached down to unbuckle your belt, undoing your pants and slipping them past your ankles. They hit the floor with a metallic clink before she kissed down your stomach. She pulled off your underwear with her teeth, the sight nearly making you finish right then and there. "Emily, you're wearing too much, I wanna see you." Your voice was slurring, you were so drunk on every single thing you were feeling. She sat up and undid her bra, slipping it off, her perfect breasts falling against her chest. She was perfect. She stood for a second taking off her pants, revealing her perfectly toned legs.

She positioned herself between your legs and licked up your slit. The sensation making your head spin. Your hands gripping her sheets as she took your clit between her lips humming at the taste of you. "You are so in for it Y/n." Hearing her say your name like that was music to your ears. She started flicking her tongue against your clit and your back arched off the bed. She reached one of her hands up grabbing yours giving you something to ground yourself to this moment. You gripped her hands tightly as she teased you with the other hand. Emily removed her mouth from you looking up at you making eye contact, "Beg for it." Your words got caught in your throat causing Emily to completely move her hand away from you and harshly grip your thigh, "I told you to do something Y/n." You swallowed, "Please Emily. Please fuck me. Emily, I need you, please." She smiled devilishly before slamming two fingers inside of you setting a rough pace. "That's my pretty little slut." The cockiness apparent in her tone of voice. She maintained eye contact as she reattached her lips to your clit, pulling it between her teeth softly.

Emily's pace showed no mercy as she fucked you roughly. Her tongue and lips worked against your clit as she pumped her fingers in and out of you roughly. You were so close to coming undone and she could tell. She removed her mouth from you, still fucking you with her fingers, "Do you want to cum?" You writhed under her nearly screaming from pleasure, all you could muster was a nod. "I need words." You opened your eyes and looked into hers, "Yes. Please. I'll do anything." She smirked and let go of your hand, wrapping it around your throat. You moaned her name so loudly you swore the whole building would hear, but neither of you cared. She whispered against your clit, "Cum for me Y/n." She licked your clit once more before you came screaming her name and a slew of curse words. She continued her pace fucking you through the high until your body fell limp. She slowed her pace and slowly pulled her hands from you. She kissed up your stomach, "Such a good girl. You did so good pretty girl." She pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek before disappearing into the bathroom and returning with a warm, wet washcloth. She sat down at your feet, "Is it okay if I clean you up?" Her tone was gentle and slow. You nodded, not having feelings in your face. Your whole body felt like it was vibrating. She was soft and gentle, discarding the cloth into the dirty laundry.

She pulled a t-shirt over her head and laid one out at the end of the bed. She laid next to you, pulling you into her. You wrapped your arms around her waist before snuggling your head into her neck. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your head. "Emily, that was." You couldn't quite form the words as your nose was still tingling. "Awesome, amazing, perfect, I know." She giggled at her joke and you smiled. "Who would've known badass Unit Chief Prentiss likes to cuddle after sex." She scoffed, "Shut up! I can be soft!" You chuckled, "There's a shirt at the end of the bed if you want it. You can go to sleep, I'll get you up in the morning." You sat up and looked at her, "I'm kind of hungry." She smiled, her eyes wrinkling, "I'll grab you a snack." She left the room and you slipped on the shirt, never leaving the bed.

The playlist you regretted making, just got you the best sex ever.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminalmindsxreader #emily prentiss smut #smutwithprentiss #very gay

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I love reading all of your concert reports, so I'll have a try myself for Joker Out in Cologne Kantine at 24th of March.

- I had an EE ticket and arrived around 13 o'clock. There was a queue already, but not too wild (got number 59).

- the weather was quite unsteady, with lots of wind and occasional rain. Lots of umbrellas and rain covers.

- the queuing started around 17:30 o'clock, early entry was allowed in around 18:30 o'clock.

- Sound check was lovely. The boys were in a good mood. Bojan explained about what the procedures of soundcheck. And we got a Nace + Jan jamming session. They played two songs - Dopamin and Proti Toku.

- Sector 5 started as an opening band. They played really well and were energetic on stage. Some people started singing along

- JC Stewart was a total contrast to them, being alone on stage with only his acoustic guitar. His songs were really powerful and full of emotions.

- The JO performance was amazing. They were so energetic, cheerful and seemed to have a great time. Kris seemed to take it a bit slower - he might still be sick

- Looots of Jance action, smirks and heart eyes. Jan leaning his head to Nace's chest, them screaming at each other, Nace nearly kissing Jan. That was a 5 star girl (gn) dinner

- Bojan as a fairy with pink wings, taking his job really seriously. Kris wore a tiny crown with a veil, Jan a fluffy tiara

- During Metulji, they both wore butterfly head crowns and Bojan had his fairy wings back on. He cracked up seeing people do the Macarena during the song, but caught himself again.

- Jan's guitar was somehow out of tune. They stopped the song and he tried fixing it by himself. During the second try, he went rushing to Kiki to exchange guitars.

- Umazane Misli "only" had a few people singing. I remember a really well-sung German version, Russian, Dutch (?) and of course Slovene. Bojan was in the crowd with Vita, encouraging the singers. Sector 5 was in the crowd as well, and the singer

- Jan dancing Macarena during UM and taught it to Nace. Bojan parted the sea crowd and made us take turns in singing UM

- Jure was an absolute beast on the drums. It was so intense

- after the concert we waited outside for the boys to come out. Jan eventually came and took pictures. Jure was hanging out with the people from Sector 5

All in all a wonderful concert experience. Can't wait for Munich tomorrow

#gig report #Joker out #joker out cologne #Probably forgot half of the stuff but hei 🙃

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lilacliquors · 4 months

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pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

word count: 1053

notes: on the ninth day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... a miguel o'hara who's happy with a family! (and ik santa baby is more of a sexual song but the title is a huge hint for this one!!)

and on a side note, sorry this one is so late and that tomorrow's will be, too. i unfortunately had to make some changes to today's that made it easier to write, and bc of that, i won't be writing day 10 in advance. but days 11 and 12 will be queued like the others had been!

it was miguel’s favorite time of the year, and everybody knew it. the holidays just filled him with a sense of happiness he thought he’d never get to experience again, but with multiversal issues at an all time low, and a more structured version of the spider society to help him out with them, he had all the more time to spend with you and your family. and that meant he got to join in on all of the holiday cheer your daughter wanted him to partake in.

and this year, she wanted to go all out. there was gingerbread house making one night, cookie baking the next, decorating the tree following that. she wanted christmas music to play all the time, so your radio was always on, and you had never seen a happier little girl. and miguel was more than happy to indulge her every wish. he found himself covered in icing when you made the gingerbread house, and he may or may not have snatched a gumdrop or two. when you made cookies, he was the one to find his nice black shirt coated in flour, and he laughed more than you thought he would have. and when it came time to decorate the tree, gabriella was in his arms, setting the star on the top branch, beaming with pride. everything was perfect this holiday season, but the biggest surprise was waiting for your family on christmas morning.

you and miguel were snuggled up in bed, his arm tight around you and his warmth keeping you cozy during the cold december morning. you were still fast asleep, your chest rising and falling evenly while the snow falling outside seemed to shush the world. it wasn’t until your daughter came racing into the bedroom that the quiet was broken, but of course, you didn’t mind. she was a kid on christmas, and what better expression of joy was there?

“mamá, papá! wake up, santa came! he came!” she cried, climbing up onto your bed and sitting on miguel’s legs. he groaned and tried to roll over, but her weight kept him from moving.

“you’re lying, mija,” he teased, cracking one eye open.

“¡no soy! come on, come on! get up!” she laughed, and he scooped her into his arms, making her squeal and kick slightly.

“okay, okay. i suppose we can see if you’re telling the truth. just let me go make coffee for us, okay?” he asked, kissing her cheek.

“okay, i can be patient,” she said, and he set her down. she took off into the living room, and miguel looked down at you with a smile. “tried to buy you a bit more time,” he whispered, and you chuckled.

“mhm, i could tell. was that my present from you this year?” you asked with a soft laugh.

“of course. only the best for you.” he kissed your forehead, then got up and grabbed your robe for you. you sat up and slipped it on, then put your slippers on and walked with him to the living room. as promised, miguel went to start a pot of coffee, all while you hugged your daughter and kissed her head.

“good morning, mija,” you whispered.

“good morning, mamá. merry christmas,” gabriella replied.

“merry christmas, indeed. oh, it already looks like someone made out like a bandit this year, hm?” you asked, smoothing down her hair.

“i tried to be extra good this year,” she said.

“you’re always a good kid, gabi,” miguel said, walking into the living room with two mugs of coffee. he handed you one, which you happily accepted, and you gave gabriella the go ahead to start opening some of her gifts.

the morning was full of surprised gasps and cheerful thank yous as she tore into her presents. you and miguel made sure not to go overboard and spoil her, but you couldn’t deny some of the asks on her list. but her excitement just made you feel that much better. of course, you and miguel opened gifts from one another, sharing a few thank you kisses as you did so. but things took a turn when gabriella noticed a small wrapped box behind the tree.

“oh, we missed one!” she pulled it out carefully and read the label. “it’s for papá!”

he took it from her outstretched hand and look a little puzzled, but you urged him to open it, smiling a bit. he glanced at you, a little suspicious, but he slowly pulled the paper off, revealing a white box. he lifted the lid, and he chuckled. inside was an ornament that had a spot for a family photo, and in pretty cursive engraving, it read ‘o’hara, family of four’ followed by the next year. as he read it, his eyes widened, and he quickly turned his head to you.

“does this … you’re … wait a minute …” he said, then a grin spread across his face, and laugh left his lips. he gently set the ornament down and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug as he began to tear up. you sniffled and returned the hug, rubbing his back as you smiled.

“papá? what was it?” gabriella asked, and he pulled away from you to look down at her.

“gabi, you … well, i’ll let your mother tell you,” he said, kissing your temple. she looked between the two of you, then tilted her head as you cleared your throat.

“gabi, you’re going to be a big sister. mommy’s gonna have another baby,” you said, and she gasped.

“you’re having a baby?!” she squealed, scrambling up from the floor to hurry over to you. “an actual, real baby?!”

“mhm, i am. and next christmas …” you pulled the ornament out of the box, “we’ll be a family of four.”

gabriella worked her way into your hug, and you held her tight, kissing the top of her head as miguel did the same after you.

“i always wanted a baby brother, or sister. i hope it’s a boy, though. daddy’s outnumbered,” she said, and you both laughed.

“well, fingers crossed then, yeah?” he asked, then looked to you, wiping a few stray tears from his eyes.

“merry christmas, miguel,” you said softly.

“merry christmas, mi dulce,” he whispered back.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara ficmas #12 days of ficmas 2023 #ficmas 2023 #lilacliquors ficmas 2023

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smartycvnt · 8 months

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Part of Your World

Title: Part of Your World

Pairing: Jo Wilson x Reader

Prompt: 11. Cupping your lover's cheek, staring into their eyes with a grin before the kiss, their hands curling around your neck, anticipating it.

WC: 609

The Disney movie night was something that Y/n had expected once she casually mentioned that she hadn't seen any of them. Jo had seemed scandalized by the admission. Y/n knew about her childhood, and how some of those movies had been a nice escape whenever she was younger. Y/n's own childhood hadn't been perfect, but she had never thought about having it bad in terms of what Jo went through. Y/n's parents had just been strict, but that was expected whenever two extremely accomplished and competitive people had a child. Theirs just had to be better than every other one they knew.

"Jo, it's late, can't we watch this one tomorrow?" Y/n whined. She had sat through so many movies on her day off, including ones that definitely hadn't come out whenever Jo was a kid. She had sat there and not complained up until this moment, even though there had been a multitude of historical inaccuracies littered throughout the supposed time periods.

"This is the last one of the day, I promise. Oh, and it's the best one!" Jo looked so excited as she queued up the movie that Y/n really had no choice but to watch it too. She sat back as the intro started. Technically, Y/n had seen The Little Mermaid, but Jo didn't need to know that. It had been one of the few cartoon movies that Y/n had been allowed to watch before her parents decided that her time would be better spent doing like playing chess and reading about the world's greatest scientists and doctors.

Jo cuddled up next to Y/n, wrapping her arm around Y/n's shoulders like they were teenagers at the movie theater. Y/n leaned her head against Jo's shoulder as the movie continued. Jo was quietly singing along to every song that came up, which Y/n found adorable. She hadn't done this to any of the other ones. Y/n was so tired, but she stayed awake for the sake of making sure that Jo knew that Y/n cared about what was going on. Jo wasn't even really paying much attention to Y/n until she started to serenade her during 'Part of Your World.'

"You're ridiculous sometimes," Y/n mumbled as she tried to look away from Jo. The mood switched the moment that Jo had her hands on Y/n's face. Y/n let Jo cup her cheeks as they stared into each other's eyes. Y/n's lips curled into a grin as she brought her hands up to curl around the back of Jo's neck. Jo began to lean forward slowly, timing the kiss perfectly. It felt cinematic, and Y/n knew that she had just discovered her favorite Disney movie in that moment. Nothing would compare for Y/n to the feeling of Jo's lips pressing the softest, most romantic kiss Y/n could have imagined against her lips as The Little Mermaid played in the background. "I love you."

"I love you too." Jo pressed another kiss to Y/n's lips, but this one was chaste and much quicker. Jo was quickly drawn right back into the movie, but Y/n spent the rest of the film just watching Jo. Even though Y/n hadn't enjoyed every movie they watched together, she was grateful that Jo allowed Y/n to have that part of her life shared between them. Neither one of them were overly fond of letting the other in like that, but things had been changing between them, and Y/n was ready for the next step forward in their relationship.

#my writing #grey's anatomy x reader #grey's anatomy #jo wilson #jo wilson x reader #one shot

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pleasingsatellite · 2 years

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yourinstagram ahhh the time has come my new single fancy is releasing tomorrow at midnight I can't wait for you guys to hear all the love that was put into this song

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y/nfan1 MOTHER FINALLY

y/nfan2 I already know it's going to be on replay

y/nfan3 she is the moment

harrystyles proper good song if I say so myself

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harrystyles back in the studio

harryfan1 WAIT WHAT

harryfan2 omg new music already??

↳ harryfan3 i feel like he's maybe writing with other singers 👀

yourinstagram missing our studio sessions 🫶🏻

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yourinstagram getting to get back on the stage and preform my new music for you guys was a dream ✨

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y/nfan1 omg it was amazing

y/nfan2 it's quite literally all I've been listening to

gracieabrams SLAY

harrystyles ❤️

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hsdaily Harry photographed backstage with y/n after her show tonight with her band

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harryfan1 OMG

harryfan2 he's literally her biggest fan i can't

y/nfan1 i was at the show tonight and saw him! he sang along to every single song and smiled so much

harryfan3 do we think they're dating or just really good friends? 🤨

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yourinstagram getting to write songs and exist with my best friend is my favorite thing to do harrystyles

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y/nfan1 my two favorite people

y/nfan2 stop I ship them so much

harryfan1 they're for sure more than friends I can feel it

↳ harryfan3 they can just be friends you know that right?

harrystyles heyyyyy bestie

↳ harryfan4 “bestie” sureee…..

this is part 1, part 2 is queued to post tomorrow

#harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake social media #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot #harry styles au #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles story #harry styles headcannon

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best-queen-song · 13 days

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Happy friday! Well, we've made it to the quarterfinals! Only 3 rounds remain... we've pared it down from 191 songs to just 12. How far we've come. Round five polls will go up tomorrow, April 20th. They'll be queued for every two hours, from 8am to 6pm, and as always they'll run for one week. Have a good weekend, and happy voting!

#queen #best queen song tournament

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yridenergyridenergy · 6 months

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Hello, I hope you're well and I'm not disturbing you. A friend and I have our first dir en grey concert in Japan tomorrow and we are really excited.

Are there any points we need to pay attention to? Something like what you have to pay attention to when entering or buying merch? How does the numbering work? We don't want to attract negative attention just because we act stupid haha.

Thank you for your time.

Best regards

Hello! Lucky you!

I don't know how familiar you are with Japanese, but ticket numbers are always announced in Japanese, so you should research how your number (and surrounding ones) are said in that language. They finish all the numbers with the suffix "-ban", basically "-th". But really, a lot of venues use megaphones that make it hard to understand what the staff is calling... Arrive early and eep track of which numbers/ranges are called, to avoid confusion.

Also, venues usually have sections in front of the building for fans to gather according to certain ranges: VIP, 1~99, 100~199, etc. If you don't see any signs like that around the time of the doors opening, don't hesitate to politely show your number to any fan or venue staff on site, look confused maybe, and they should point you to the right spot.

As for merchandise, especially for the first few days of a tour, people will typically line up at least around 9AM to hopefully be given a line number. With that in hand, they come back at 3PM (usually) for the official opening of the merch table. If you only show up in the afternoon, chances are that the goods you want will be sold out already once everybody who queued earlier has had a chance to go.

About inside the venue, with the new VIP tickets, there will be a section at the front that cannot be entered by anybody without a proof that they have the right kind of ticket. Same thing with whatever section is reserved for the Exclusive ticket holders, typically the balcony if applicable. Other than that, as long as you entered when your number was called and that it was validated by staff, follow the flow of everyone, get in front of the stage, and you're free to go at any side or depth within the general admission area.

I know it's probably getting cool outside, but I strongly advise you to find a way to avoid having to use the lockers or cloak storage. Tie your coat around your waist or something. If you store your stuff before the show and that they close the service, you'll be left standing outside shivering; but if you wait until your ticket is checked and that you enter the venue for the show, you'll waste time and ose out on closer spots by having to find and use a coin locker inside the venue.

... That should be it, other than of course not using any recording device inside and be silent during the songs unless Kyo literally elicits singing and cheers?

Sorry for making this response public: usually, when people send me questions under their actual account, I don't assume that they intentionally wanted it to be non-anonymous and I reply in private. However, I feel like this information could be useful for others too.

Have an awesome time!

#Dir en grey #Phalaris #tour23 Phalaris Final -The scent of a peaceful death-#the scent of a peaceful death

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