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allforhee · 6 days

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*ੈ✩ — 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌. (BLURB) | SIM JAEYUN

୨୧ pairing — idol!jake x fem!reader

୨୧ synopsis — being jake's gf, you normally tag along everywhere. every concert, every fansign, every soundcheck. but with a heavy heart, jake has to attend another fansign without you. little does he know, you're in line with the other engenes ready to give him a little surprise.

୨୧ genre — fluff, cute coupley stuff, pouty jake

୨୧ warnings — trying not to show pda, suggestiveness, written on my phone so not proofread

୨୧ word count — 1,059 words (not proofread)

୨୧ author's note — hiya lovies! so sorry for the hiatus as i was going through a pretty bad of a burnout, and had little to no inspiration to write. but finally i had time to strike up a bit of inspiration to write this fic!! hope u all enjoy a bit of jake fluff :)

“right this way, ma'am.”

as you were escorted into the venue, your heart was beating out of your chest. unlike every other concert or fansign you’d attend, you’d normally be wearing a staff name-tag with access to backstage. but here you were, hand clasping an engenebong, a vip lanyard on, clad in jake’s favorite colors.

in your other hand was a small sign that read “sim jaeyun, send a flying kiss!”

sitting alongside with the other engenes, your plan ready to be set in action.

a few days prior, jake had initially invited you to the fansign, but you declined with an excuse that you had uni homework due.

“darling, i have a fansign in a couple days, you’ll be there right?” jake asks, as he sits on your couch, snacking on popcorn as you cook dinner.

“this saturday right?” you ask, thinking of what plans you have then. but then you remember. “i don’t think i’ll make it yunie, my professor wants to have a quiz for extra marks. i’m sorry my love.” you confess, turning off the stove before coming over to him and giving him a pat on the head as he pouts.

“really? can’t you just miss a couple marks?” jake begs, still pouting.

“i’m so sorry ikeu, i’ll have to miss out on this one. i’ll make it up to you next time, okay?” you try to reason with him.

jake gives a slight nod as he opens his arms to invite you into a hug, which you accept.

that was a few days ago. you found out your professor had moved the quiz a day earlier, which meant you had the whole day for the fansign. as you were thinking of a way to tell jake, an idea popped into your head.

you picked up your phone and dialed jungwon’s number, as you explained to him your idea.

he managed to snag you a last minute vip fansign ticket, where you are now.

with you and jake’s relationship not out in the open yet, you weren’t expecting anyone to notice you, other than the members. you were more scared on how jake would react to your surprise, rather than the fans.

as your hands pick on your cuticles (by habit), the members came onto stage. with jungwon leading the way and immediately spotting you, followed by a couple others like jay, heeseung, and sunoo. jake on the other hand, seemed out of the moment, but he was trying his best to hide his sad facade.

sunghoon and ni-ki were trying to cheer him up, before sunghoon took a glance in the crowd and saw you in the second row, holding your sign. he gave a knowing smile, as he signaled to ni-ki to look at where he was looking. he immediately spotted you as well.

as the members gave their opening greetings and interacted with the fans for a while, they sat down as the fansign begun.

the fans started making their way, and as you were in the second row, you had to wait a while to talk to the members.

you had one minute with each member, and jake being the last member, you had enough time to calm your nerves.

as your queue number was called out, you sprayed the last bit of perfume, before walking over to the first member, jungwon.

he gave you a high five and a wink, signifying that your plan went really well, “noona! you made it! did my ticket work?” he asked.

“well i’m here so yes it worked! i’m so excited but anxious to see jake though.” you sighed.

jungwon gave a smile as he was signing your album, before the staff had to escort you to the next member.

heeseung gives you a smile as he laughs at what you’ve done.

“you know, jake has been whining on and on about you not coming to today’s signing.” he laughs.

you giggle at his statement, “has he? well i’m as excited to surprise him today.”

heeseung smiles at you before signing a little smiley face at your album, and the staff calls you to move to the next seat.

as you move through the next members, jay, sunoo, ni-ki, with similar responses, as you were finally arriving at sunghoon, you were scared jake was gonna notice you.

sunghoon saw you and immediately gave a smile, knowing your plan. although jake was sitting next to him, he was too enthralled with keeping his mood up to notice you.

as sunghoon was signing your album, you whispered, “hoon, what should i say to him?”

sunghoon smiled and said, “just be yourself, you’re his girlfriend after all.” as your time ran out and you stood up.

the second you sat on that seat, you opened your mouth and asked “so, do you like holding all those girls’ hands?” as you lift up your right hand.

jake lifted his head up from signing your album, eyes slowly widening as he realizes who’s sitting in front of him.

“darling? is that you?” he asked, his voice nervous.

“yes yunie,” you assure him as you take of your mask, “it’s me.”

he takes your hand in his, as he puts it on his cheek, feeling your touch.

you laugh at the cute interaction, smiling the whole time.

“but you said you wouldn’t make it?” jake asks, his pout disappearing and a light blush taking its place.

“i have my ways.” you hint at him.

as you two were holding hands as jake was signing a heart on your album, the staff signaled that time was up, and that you had to return to your seat.

jake held your hand one last time, before he tugged you and whispered in your ear, “meet me after this, okay?” he winks, before letting you go.

you smile to yourself on the way back to your seat, as a couple fangirls call out to you, as you hear some things like;

“girl did he hold your hand the entire session?”

“no way what did he whisper to you?”

“how are you not fainting right now? are you okay?”

you walk past them ask you put your mask on, and sit down lifting up your sign.

jake immediately spots you and your sign, before throwing a flying kiss. you really were his number one supporter.

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milkibabe · 11 months

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♥ family camping trip w/ kenny (headcanons) ♥

✢ summary: headcanons on going on a camping trip with Kenny’s family

✢ authors note: heyy since my first post blew up i'm deciding to do all of the boys ;p

✢ gender: reader is implied to be female <3

✢ warnings: nsfw, mentions of weed/smoking

Kenny HCs

𝒮𝐹𝒲

Begged you to go camping with him for months.

When you finally took some time off to go with him, he was ecstatic.

"We're gonna have so much fun"

Was confused why you packed so much stuff.

"What do you mean you still need to brush your teeth?"

Boy is an animal I swear, he can be so nasty.

You, Kenny, and Karen played 'I Spy' while in the car.

Kenny loves when you play with his little sister, it makes his heart melt.

"You'd make such a good mom"

Kenny just casually drops that while you're unpacking, like it isn't the sweetest thing you've ever heard.

You cannot escape his kisses, you've lost count of how many times he's kissed you.

You'll just be getting the fire wood ready for the campfire and he'll sneak up and kiss you on the neck from behind.

"There's my pretty girl"

Kenny is already rugged by nature, so camping is really his element.

When it's just you around he'll purposely be shirtless to get your attention.

Seeing him chop wood... while shirtless??? You nearly exploded at the sight.

"Whatcha lookin' at hm?"

He gives you a cocky grin that makes you roll your eyes.

Stupid, sexy Kenny.

He is a night owl. He prefers to do everything later at night with you.

He always sleeps through breakfast, so you always nag him to eat lunch.

"Only if I get to eat you for lunch" He grins at you.

You groan and push him away. Dude can be so cheesy.

Never lets you wear your own sweaters or jackets. He wants you to wear is giant, orange parka, always.

He saw you shiver and immediately draped it over your shoulders.

His parka smells like his cologne and weed.

You always tell him "Babe... you're gonna make my hair smell like weed.

Speaking of weed, boy is always offering you some.

"Babe, can we please smoke by the water?"

You look at your phone. "Kenny, it's like 3 am..."

You, of course, do it anyways. It's fun getting high with your hot, blonde stoner bf.

*Queue Moonlight by Kali Uchis*

He makes sure to bring plenty of water for the dry mouth and your favorite snackies when you get the munchies.

He loves to feed you the snacks himself, he loves spoiling you.

"I want to do this with you every night for the rest of my life"

𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦

Everyone already knows Kenny is a horny ass man, so it was no surprise when you couldn't get him off of you.

Cannot fucking resist teasing you every second.

Would whisper in your ears in the car while you're just minding your own business.

"Can't wait to fuck your brains out"

The face you made when he whispered that satisfied him a lot.

Everywhere you went on that trip was a place to fuck.

The tent? Yep. Some random isolated place in the middle of the woods? Yup. The showers/bathroom? You betcha.

Asked you to go skinny dipping with him in the middle of the night.

You were freezing cold of course.

This dude has the audacity to say "Aw, you can come to me to conserve warmth"

Obviously, this whole thing was a ploy to hold you while you were naked.

He would instantly start to suck on your neck, while massaging your ass with both hands.

You dug your fingernails into his back and in response he bit your neck.

Your moans made him grin, he loved how easily you melted into his touch.

Turned you around so he could grind his cock between your ass.

Wrapped his arms around your shoulders and whispered into your ear while he grinded against you.

"You're fucking perfect"

When shit was getting super heated, he walked you over to an isolated rock so you could hold yourself up on it while he fucked you.

You held on to that rock for dear life while he pounded you.

He loved watching how your body looked under the moonlight.

His favorite thing about standing doggy style is being able to watch himself pull out all the way and slam back into you.

Always riles him up when you stroke his ego.

You whine out, "Ah, its too big Kenny!"

Kenny smirks and says "Aw, but you take me so well, baby"

He only fucks you harder when you whine and whimper.

Takes him forever to cum, you probably came three times by now.

That's fine by him, he enjoys overstimulating you.

You were losing your grip on the rock and your legs could no longer stand, so he has to hold you up.

Kenny knows his job is done when you are about to collapse.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum"

He finally hits his climax and he pulls out to cum all over your ass.

"My favorite sight in the world"

He's proud of the work he's done but notices you about to pass out and quickly uses the water to wash you off.

"My sleepy little princess"

After drying you off with a towel, he puts his parka on you and carries you back to camp.

"Ooh, remind me to fuck you while you wear this next time"

Dude's always thinking of the next time he gets to fuck you smh.

#south park fanfiction #south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick x reader smut #south park hcs #south park #south park smut #kenny mccormick

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fadingsnow · 4 months

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i am frothing at the mouth i love your hotd content and only just found out you write for coriolanus now.

i love angst so this idea for young snow where she was previously in a relationship with festus or something but snow manipulates her into dating him instead (for the social position she has.) he starts to distance her from her friends like arachne and giving her excuses to why he’s spending so much time with lucy gray. reader is at the zoo talking to her tribute when arachne dies and is quite distraught. during the bombing he protects lucy gray and reader gets saved by ex boyfriend. idk how it would end but snow would probably just ghost her while he was in district 12

𓆙 new girl - CORIOLANUS SNOW x f! reader

summary and tw: the request, also i'm not sure why it posted before i added anything else! i think i accidently put it on the queue, divider credits : @cafekitsune 𓆙

You huffed, picking at your food once again. All of this talk you had heard of Festus betraying you with.. Livia. You'd hear about it from Coriolanus, his eyes holding a pitiful look. Apparently, he had just wanted to let you know as Festus was parading his new girl around as if to mock you without your own knowledge. And you could feel your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach. Of course, there were rumours of his betrayal. But hearing it firsthand made it worse than anything you had thought.

Coriolanus had been there to help you. At first, you were suspicious. Who wouldn't be? I mean, you knew he was somewhat friends with Festus, but.. he was always somehow lingering wherever you went. But soon enough, you let him the little enclosed space you call your heart. He didn't judge you, and he helped you through everything. It wasn't much, but it was what you needed. So you took comfort in his presence.

Now that was before, but it was the 10th Hunger Games. Every person for themselves. That is what you told yourself at least, but you sometimes didn't believe yourself when you saw the rare grin accompanied on Coryo's face. The crease of his frown, or his smile. You didn't mind.

Soon, he became more and more.. possessive? You had to start calling off study dates with Arache, someone who Snow wasn't shy to tell you his displeasure of. You'd see how his lips pursed at times, how he clenched his fists whenever he felt he was losing control. How he glared daggers into people around him when he was upset. Sometimes, he would even throw fits. You weren't sure where it came from. Maybe it was the stress of the situation. Or maybe it was just an overreaction. You couldn't really place.

And then.. Arachne dies. You had been talking to your tribute, a small girl named Wovey. You knew she was sure to die, but you could make her last few days memorable.

"Eat the foo -" Your words stopped right in its track when you saw something happen in front of your eyes. Arachne's tribute had.. hurt her throat, to say the least. You were about to run over to her before you saw a familiar face going to help her. Strangely taking you away from the severity of the situation, you were enamoured by Coryo again.

But for some time after, your mind couldn't function right. Arachne was gone. No one was going to ever talk to you for hours and hours over nonsensical stuff and giggle over it. Why did you listen to Coryo and stay away from her for so long? She haunted you everywhere you went, her scent, her favourite foods to eat at the Academy. Coryo was somewhat sufficient on supporting you. You were there when he sang at her funeral. You could only bring yourself to not let tears fall from your eyes, being given a tight embrace by Coryo when he found you in the small gathering. You breathed in his clothes, your shakes of cries vibrating against his body. He soothed you, running his fingers up and down your shoulders.

His voice was low when he spoke to you that night, his breath fanning across your cheek. "I can't lose you too," he whispered before pulling back to look at you. When you met his gaze, all you could do was stare into his eyes and nod numbly. That day, you weren't sure if he was really referring to his past or you.

He held you tightly for so long.

Days go by, but it's always Lucy Gray. Lucy Gray is the wedge in your relationship. She always has to be there when you haven't even met the girl personally.

You grabbed his hand, intertwining yours, "Can you not see it? Day and night, Lucy Gray plagues your mind! She is like a bird perched on MY porch that will never leave!" You breathed, speaking loud to get your words out.

"Lucy Gray is nothing but my tribute. She is what will help me win. We will win because of her. You will do well to remember that." He murmured harshly, taking his hand back.

"We? Since when was this a we situation?" You scoffed, holding your hand in your other now.

"Since I decided to care for you!" He yelled, his face seeming frantic after. He looked at you nervously before going to reach for you to comfort you.

You looked around, someone was bombing the arena. Your hands shook as you tried to move around. You were done for, your whole life's work at the Academy. You knew you were never going to get your tribute to win the Hunger Games, but you still wanted a life after it. Wait- You had to go get Coryo-

You could barely think before rough arms collided against yours and pulled you away, you couldn't even look up to see who it was. You hoped it was Coriolanus.

No, it wasn't. You looked up from the bed that was meant to hold you while you recover and saw Festus' face over you.

"How come you're not in the bed and I am?" You muttered, looking up at him.

His eyes widened slightly before composing himself and putting a hand on your arm softly, "It was a mistake, I'll see to it you won't get hurt anymore. You are no longer my responsibility."

You blinked owlishly up at him.

"Thank you, Festus. And just to let you know.. I am sorry for what happened."

His eyebrows furrowed before shaking his head. "Nevermind. Just focus on resting." He whispered before leaving you alone.

"May I ask one thing?"

"Sure."

"What happened to Coriolanus?"

"Oh, he went to save Lucy Gray. A bit brave, I suppose."

You in your anger had went to go find Coriolanus Snow. But when you looked for him, you found out he had been sent to District 12. Lucy Gray's district.

Weeks, weeks, weeks, and weeks, you had waited for a letter from Coryo. You didn't know a single thing that had happened to him, and he never told you.

There was no way. You just saw Coriolanus Snow on the screen as the president.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow angst #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x you

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slapthebass · 1 month

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EUROPE TOUR24 FROM DEPRESSION TO [mode of Withering to death & UROBOROS] - Live reports (Warsaw + Paris)

Warsaw - Progresja 19/03/24 (mode of WTD)

Travelled to Poland on the 16th, we had mixed weather during the week-end but it was luckily quite sunny (albeit cold-ish) while we queued outside the venue! My friend and I had Priority upgrades for this show so we arrived around 14:30 & waited right next to the VIP queue. Venue logistics for the queue(s) were a bit fuzzy at first* but we got our laminated passes around 16:00 (just after the VIPs got theirs + goodies) then waited for a bit after 18:00 when the VIPs entered the building. Diru/prod staff keeps a printed list of VIP/priority passes holders and distributes passes and goodies by checking the names.

*Fans were better organised with sharpies and unofficial waiting numbers :)

We went in and waited (again :) ) in the pit for 1h, behind the caution tape separating the VIP from the rest of the room. This allowed us to get some merch at the stand, then at 19:00 the security guards lifted the caution tape and we managed to get nice spots at the 2nd & 3rd rows in front of Die's mic. We waited again for another hour while the general attendance ticket holders entered the venue, then the show started around 20:20 (a bit late because of a technical issue with Die's guitar apparently, that had all their technicians running around looking stressed out), without any intro if I remember correctly, maybe because of said technical issue (but there were Diru remixes being played through the speakers during the whole time we waited inside).

I was unfortunately right next to an annoying (& bulky) man who kept pushing me & other fans around the whole time (I fought for my life the whole set and almost fell when the members entered the stage), but otherwise the show was very nice, it was great seeing them live for the first time even though it felt quite unreal! WTD is not my favourite album but it was still amazing to hear the songs live and the audience was really into it <3 I could see Die very clearly, Toshiya also came around a few times, as well as Kaoru in the end, but my view of Kyo and Shinya was a bit blocked. Die wore his usual tights with a black sleeveless top and red jacket; Shinya had a flowy white shirt as always; Kyo sported a simple black t-shirt & track pants (?) with a nice white make-up on the top half of his face; Toshiya wore the black siren dress (I almost died seeing it with my own two eyes) with thigh-high boots (not the same pair as in the 2024 Yurameki PV though, they had bulky heels instead of stilettos heels for practical reasons obviously :D), and Kaoru wore a black suit with a white shirt.

They all looked a bit jetlagged, having landed in Poland only the day before the 1st concert, and Die was breathing quite heavily during Akuro no oka in the end! The show ended quite abruptly with Akuro no oka, I was expecting Rasetsukoku as they tend to end most concerts with it but they all left the stage (Kaoru, Die and Toshiya being of course the last to leave after throwing picks everywhere).

On a personal note, I was overjoyed the finally see the brown ESP bass which is heavily featured on WTD songs <3

The setlist: https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/dir-en-grey/2024/progresja-warsaw-poland-6baa32c2.html

The show ended around 22:00, it took a while for everyone to leave the venue!

Warsaw - Progresja 20/03/24 (mode of UROBOROS)

We had VIP upgrades this time & arrived around the same time as the day before, to wait with other fans under a nice sun :) Logistics were better than for the 1st show, with barriers already in place and 3 visible queues (VIP/Priority at the front + GA at the back of the 1st two lines). We heard reports & anecdotes from the previous day's VIP meet & greet and were 'warned' that Kyo had a paper bag on his head, so that saved us some awkwardness later :').

Staff also came while we were waiting, to check the names/tickets and distribute laminated passes & VIP goodies. We got a nice cotton bag, a fan, and an enveloppe to protect the postcards distributed by the group members. This time we got both a laminated pass and a wrist bracelet, to avoid cheating with passes from the day before. Staff also warned us no to take pictures/touch them during the M&G, then we entered the venue around 18:00 as expected. People queued in the stairs then before the doors of the main room upstairs (some went directly to the merch stand while we waited here), then the doors opened and we went inside one by one in a continued file, to meet the members and get the postcards. It was all very quick, I was a bit confused because they stayed in a quite dark area and I almost didn't recognize Kaoru who was first in line, oops. We didn't really had time to speak with them so I just took the signed postcards while thanking each of them; after Kaoru was Die with big sunglasses, Kyo with a paper bag on his head, Shinya with a mask on and Toshiya with sunglasses (he was the most smiley of them all and looked really nice and patient!). They were not yet wearing their stage outfits/makeup (except maybe for Kyo under the bag I guess?), and there was a gift box right next to the table to leave stuff for them.

Then we rushed to the stage and got 1st/2nd row spots, right between Kyo's platform on the left and Die's mic on the right! We waited again for two hours while speaking with nice fans from Romania who were right next to and behind us (hi if you're reading that!).

The show started on time with a nice intro video; it started with Vinushka, which is one of my favourite songs so I was really ecstatic to hear it live **. Kyo had a nice skull make-up which was really impressive with the visuals displayed on the screen! Then everything went blurry & heavy really fast haha, Uroboros really has to be experienced live at least once! HYDRA -666- & Reiketsu Nariseba in particular were especially impressive, they put them at the end of the main set to try and kill us I think :') (I was lucky enough to record the Toshiya-Die interaction during Reiketsu!). One calmer moment was Inconvenient Ideal, during which both Kaoru & Die went AWOL for a while (Kyo seemed to be looking for them at the beginning).

Not that the encore was softer, it started deceivingly 'calmly' with Dozing Green, then it was chaos again with Stuck Man, T.D.F.F. and Eddie back to back. Akuro no oka was again the last song of the encore/show, but they all looked less tired than the day before even though the show was more intense!

The audience was enthusiastic once again and we got pushed a lot from behind, but it was an overall great show.

Kyo left the stage first as usual after saying bye-bye, then Shinya briefly went on the platform to throw his drumsticks before leaving. Kaoru, Die and Toshiya stayed for a bit, throwing picks and water, and I managed to get one of Toshiya's bass picks!

The setlist: https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/dir-en-grey/2024/progresja-warsaw-poland-6baa32c2.html

We took again a while to leave the venue, and headed to the merch stand to get more stuff (WTD/Uroboros lucky charms, stickers and postcards with cute drawings of the band members as monsters enjoying their trip to Europe <3).

Paris - Bataclan 22/03/24 (mode of WTD)

After a day of respite to travel back home, we headed to the Bataclan concert hall early in the afternoon to queue. I was a bit nervous as I'd never been to this venue before despite living in Paris, and its name was of course associated with dark memories from the 2015 terror attacks, but in the end the excitement to see Diru live again was greater than my anxiety :)

We had Priority upgrades and waited in the queue that was already in place; everything seemed quite well organised at first with three delimited lines but it ended a bit messy in the end with the VIPs moving to another line on the other side of the sidewalk, Priority upgrades members not knowing where to wait, etc. Luckily the weather was nice and sunny, and we waited more or less patiently until staff came with the laminated passes around 16:00. The VIPs got inside the venue a bit before 18:00, then the Priority upgrades; we waited again behind a caution tape inside the concert hall, which was then lifted at 19:00 and we managed to grab nice spots on the left side of the stage this time, I was at the barrier (1st row) right before Kaoru's mic and with an amazing view of Toshiya & Kyo!

There was a support artist this time, a French DJ who did his best to entertain us but I must admit we weren't really into it as we were waiting for the main set to begin. It wasn't that bad but I'd have preferred to wait with the Diru remixes like in Warsaw!

Unlike the 1st day in Warsaw, we had the intro music + video just before the band entered the stage (Die in red&white, Shinya in white, Kyo in black with a touch of eye-liner, Toshiya in the white dress and Kaoru in a steampunk-ish suit and vest **). Mode of WTD was great in Warsaw but it was wild in Paris, the audience sang everything loudly, cheered & clapped and the band seemed to really appreciate the vibe :)

It was the first time I really saw Kaoru so close (except for a few appearances on the right side of the stage in Warsaw) and it was amazing to see him play and make faces at the crowd & cameras, he really knows how to motivate people by (lovingly) yelling at them \o/

There was a funny moment during Akuro no oka in the end, when Toshiya almost began his bass solo too early with a single "klonk" and looked sheepish for a second (Kaoru was like "erm, i'm not finished yet mate" while still playing the guitar :D). I recorded the whole song but my phone mysteriously freezed right at this point so we concluded that Toshiya is actually a telepath and erased it with his preternatural powers :').

A very nice evening overall, it was the perfect combination of great songs & performances from the band + overjoyed participation from the audience! And the crowd was both enthusiastic and very chill pushing-wise on our end, so that was a nice respite from the Warsaw shows physically speaking :)

The setlist: https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/dir-en-grey/2024/le-bataclan-paris-france-3aa096f.html

Paris - Bataclan 23/03/24 (mode of UROBOROS)

THE BEST CONCERT EVER

(Sorry, this needed to be said first).

4th (and last :'( ) show of the tour for us, so we hoped it would be great and we were not disappointed!

The queue outside was incredibly chaotic: despite being more or less organised the day before, it was a mess this time and nobody really knew where to wait. In addition, the weather was atrocious and we got rain showers, a chilly wind *and* a freezing hailstorm during the afternoon, everybody ended up soaked with chattering teeth for the remainder of the waiting time... But the VIPs finally went inside around 18:00, then us (Priority upgrades again) around 20 mn later.

After the caution tape was lifted, we went to the right side of the stage and had a nice spot in front of Die's mic once again! Then the GA ticket holders went in and the room quickly got quite warm, before the support act even started. It was the same DJ as the previous evening but the audience was a bit more into it this time.

The band entered the stage around 20:25 like the other days, with intro song + video again. There was a technical issue with the projected images on the screen during at least 20 mn, the visuals for Vinushka were really blurry and we also saw a computer error message during the following songs, but it got fixed at some point and didn't stop us from enjoying the show: from Vinushka to Bugaboo, everything was already wild but the band + crowd went really insane after that until near the end of the encore: Doukoku to Sarinu, HYDRA -666-, Gaika, Reiketsu Nariseba... the end of the main set was even wilder than the first time, they left us no time to breathe and we were all screaming, headbanging and jumping everywhere. Kyo looked really satisfied and apparently parted the crowd in two at some point (this is from another live report i read), the audience went wild and the security staff had to douse us with water to avoid more faintings (they had to evacuate at least three people from the pit from what i saw). I almost didn't take pictures this time, except for a few during the calmer songs and interludes because i just couldn't move for anything else than jumping up and down :')

We were already almost dead on our feet at the end of the main set, and the encore finished us, it was as wild as the main set but we managed to find some unexpected resources within us to scream and jump some more! Akuro no oka was a welcome and moving respite at the end (no bass solo mishap this time, a certain bassist was focusing haha), I personally wouldn't have survived another song like the rest and had to sit down after the show ended to re-learn how to breathe properly :') Luckily the venue staff took pity on us and put the AC on during the encore, so we barely managed not to pass out from heat exhaustion...

Then another great time at the end when the band members stayed on the stage: Kyo left quickly as usual but Shinya stayed a second longer than the other nights and threw not only his drumsticks but also a drumskin (??) like a frisbee in the crowd, then the usual suspects Kaoru, Toshiya and Die loitered for a while, throwing picks and smiling at the crowd <3 They looked like they didn't want to leave and neither did we!

The setlist: https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/dir-en-grey/2024/le-bataclan-paris-france-1baa7d90.html

Gear

Don't think you can get out from a gear overview! For both albums/shows combined, we got:

Kaoru:

ESP D-KV 7str [Nothing]

ESP D-KV custom (blue JZH)

ESP D-KV 薰 custom (greenish/yellowish DKV - tag to be updated)

Die:

ESP D-DR 7str (lava D-DR)

ESP D-DR (red ESP)

ESP D-DR-300 (red mesh)

Morris S-custom D (acoustic black)

Toshiya:

ESP D-TR [RU-DRIVE Arch] (the brown one)

ESP D-TT [TRICK STAR] 00 (the black one)

ESP D-TT [TRICK STAR] 04 (striped blue)

Shinya:

Remo + Signia drumkit (it seems to be his default drumkit for abroad tours, maybe not to damage his usual Pearl one ?)

Sabian cymbals (probably as I didn't manage to take clear pictures of the brand)

Aaand that's it, thanks for reading all that! :)

#kaoru #toshiya #die #kyo #shinya #dir en grey #y: 2024 #s: EUROPE TOUR24 FROM DEPRESSION TO [mode of Withering to death]#s: EUROPE TOUR24 FROM DEPRESSION TO [mode of UROBOROS]#live report #for reference

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sammysmaddy · 6 months

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Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part One

Summary: Growing up as the baby of the Winchester family led you to be constantly guarded. Soon enough, you start to learn what's normal between families and what's not.

Pairing(s): Dean x Sister!Drugged!Reader, mentions of John x Daughter!Reader, OMC x Drugged!Reader.

Warning(s): Angst, drugged reader, non-con elements, naive reader, mild voyeurism, nonconsensual touching, male masturbation, somnophilia, incestuous thoughts and actions/

W/C: 4.8k+

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a very long time

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Dean's POV

"We shouldn't be doing this, Dean. Dad is going to kill us," Y/N warned, but Dean was far past the point of returning.

It was one of those lucky nights where John didn't insist that Dean went on the hunt, tonight it was Sammy's turn and Dean was going to fully take advantage of his night off. That included finding a party to get wasted at and trying to forget all of the responsibilities that the following day would bring.

Of course, Dean wasn't going to be a bad brother and leave Y/N home alone again. He was going to show her what life was like outside of a motel- what it was like to feel like you don't have to think cautiously about every step you take. It was going to be just as beneficial for Dean as it was going to be for Y/N.

"Dad's not here and when Dad's not here, I'm in charge. It'll be fun. I promise." Dean told her, looking over to see her nervously chewing on her bottom lip. From Dean's position in the front seat of the Impala, even he could see how pale she was in the darkness.

Y/N was truly petrified about the thought of going to a party and it was extremely evident through her facial expressions. This is what Dean wanted to get rid of. He wanted her to live her life a little, get out, and make new friends- not be scared to leave the motel.

"When was the last time you went to a party?"

"Never," Y/N answered softly and Dean nodded his head, knowing that his point was proven.

"It's going to be fine, Y/N. We'll have a few drinks, get you loosened up, and then maybe you'll be able to make some new friends. It's nothing to worry about, sweetheart." Dean comforted her and she nodded her head, taking a deep breath in.

•••

"This is my sister, Y/N," Dean looked over at the young girl who was trying her best to keep it together.

"Nice to meet you," Dean's friend said, reaching his hand out.

Y/N's arms left her side for the first time all night as her right hand landed in his. Instead of the usual handshake, he raised her hand, placing his lips on her fingers. Dean knew that his friend was just trying to portray the gentleman he wished he was.

"I'm Jordan." He told her, flashing a bright smile, and Y/N looked down to the ground trying to hide her blush.

Dean felt his body tense up as he watched it all unfold in front of him, watching how she instantly became relaxed under Jordan's grip- how she suddenly seemed to enjoy being there with a simple smile, but this is what Dean asked for.

Dean wanted her to go out and meet new friends, he just didn't want her to get hurt, so his guard was analyzing every move that she made.

"Care for a drink?" Jordan asked over the loud music that seemed to be shaking the entire building.

Dean nodded his head, giving him a small grin, and Jordan took his queue to leave towards the kitchen.

"Isn't this cool?" Dean asked, turning towards the smaller girl who was looking around at all of the people.

"Yeah, it actually is," Y/N beamed, smiling at him, before turning back to admire how happy everyone looked.

Y/N was looking around everywhere. The lights, the cups half-full on the countertops, the random college kids making out on the couch- you name it, she was in awe.

Dean knew it was a lot to take in for her and he was just as surprised as Y/N was to find that she was actually enjoying herself. He smiled at her when he saw the life in her eyes rev up every time someone introduced themselves, and Dean knew she had never had this much attention from so many people in her nineteen years.

"Here you go," Jordan snapped Dean out of his trance, holding a beer in each hand.

Dean thanked him, reaching for the beer, but felt Y/N's eyes burn holes into the side of his head. He looked over at her, seeing the way that she asked permission with her glance, and felt the uneasiness radiating from her body.

"Go ahead," Dean gave her a small smile, taking a gulp of the cold beer in his own hands.

Y/N nodded, her nervousness easing as she got permission, and grabbed the bottle from Jordan's hand. She thanked him with a warm smile and blushed deep crimson when he replied 'No problem, sweetheart'.

Dean knew exactly what Jordan wanted by the way he talked to her. Dean examined the way Jordan licked his lips and looked into Y/N's eyes, even going the extra mile and adding a wink to the mixture.

Dean could feel his blood boiling but was able to mask it by chugging most of his beer down. He wasn't even exactly sure why he was upset, this is what he wanted. He wanted Y/N to live her life, he just didn't expect her to fall for someone's tricks so quickly.

But still, Dean was cautious because it was Jordan. Jordan was more or less what Dean was, minus the hunting. He was a player. A womanizer. Someone that wanted a quick fuck and probably wouldn't even remember it the next morning.

Y/N was too sweet for him, probably too naive to even get the subtle hints that Jordan left her, so Dean felt secure with that. He knew she wasn't exactly well-versed in people, surely she wouldn't give herself away to anyone who flashed her a smile.

•••

By the time Dean felt safe enough to leave Y/N's side, she had made a friend named Lily and they were talking about all of the books that Dean would have considered nerdy.

Y/N held onto the beer that was handed to her over an hour ago, yet to have finished it, and Dean was on his sixth or seventh of the night- he wasn't quite sure anymore. All Dean knew was that he was having a good time and so was Y/N, and that was enough for him.

Dean himself was off somewhere talking to a red-haired chick, her name soon forgotten, and did his best to sweet-talk her into his bed.

Dean watched every move the red-haired girl made, knowing that she was looking for something long-term, but he didn't care. He knew that he could break any girl by purposefully letting his eyes twinkle or by playing into their interests, he wasn't worried about not being able to crack her.

She was his type too. She was the girl that played hard to get and Dean knew that eventually when he asked her to go upstairs, she would cave in in an instant.

She smiled when Dean cracked a joke, she blushed when he 'accidentally' glided his hand over her thigh, and she bit her lip every time something naughty slipped from Dean's lips.

Dean knew that she was already letting her guard down and throwing her hopes of a relationship out of the window for him. He knew that she was ready to give it all to him and it had only been twenty minutes- that's how good he was and he prided himself for it. To his surprise, she made the move before he felt fully confident to do so himself.

"Wanna go upstairs?" She asked him, leaning in close and whispering in his ear.

When she pulled back, she had her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth and a small smirk on her face.

"Show me the way," Dean smirked back and her face lit up.

Grabbing Dean's hand, she led him through the crowd of people too drunk to register that they were getting shoved past, and she giggled when she looked back at him. He smirked at the dirty looks of all of the other college kids, knowing that they were just jealous- that they couldn't do what Dean did, and that only boosted his ego even more.

Dean even got a few extra snarky stares, most likely because of the girl that he was with, and it only made him more confident.

They walked up the stairs, hand in hand, pushing past a random couple that seemed to not care about getting to a room. They also pushed past the crowd of people watching the couple grope each other. Dean applauded them silently, knowing that was coming for him shortly too, and continued to follow the redhead up the stairs.

Once they reached the top, she too must have felt inspired by the couple and eagerly smashed her lips onto Dean's. Dean was surprised by her initiative, chuckling into the kiss that was so desperately forced by her, and began to kiss her back for a short amount of time before she pulled away.

"Let's go find a room," She winked, lowering down so that her feet were flat on the ground.

"Still following you, sweetheart," Dean smirked as she grabbed his hand again.

As they began to walk down the never-ending hallway of the frat house, Dean suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"You okay?" The girl asked Dean, feeling the way that he let go of her hand. "There's a vacant room at the end of the hall. I already see the door open." She informed him, looking to see his reaction.

"Yeah, I'll meet you there in a second," Dean looked at her for a second, giving her a small smile.

The woman nodded her head, standing on her toes to press a quick peck on his cheek, and turned around to head for the room.

Dean looked back at what had stopped him in the first place. The slightly cracked door gave him the perfect hearing aid to tell him what was occurring in the small room. Dean could hear the way he kissed her neck and the way that he gave her small confirmations in between each kiss.

Dean almost continued to walk on to the meal-of-a-girl waiting for him in the other room, but a gut feeling told him not to. He curiously pushed the door open, only a little to see what was happening. Dean's jaw fell to the floor when he saw Y/N.

Dean felt the anger rise in him quickly but refrained from busting in and dragging her home. But he knew that he wasn't angry with her, he was angry with himself.

Dean was angry that he was the one to leave her alone in the first place, resulting in her poor decision-making. It was his fault and he wasn't going to intrude if that was truly what she wanted.

And because Dean knew that she only had that one beer to drink, he knew that she was still in the right mind to make her own choices. At least that's how it looked at first glance.

There were plenty of things to be infuriated about when Dean really saw the events that were unfolding. Dean's biggest concern could have been that it was Jordan who was kissing Y/N, but it wasn't. His biggest concern could have been that she went upstairs without saying anything, but it wasn't. His biggest concern could have been that she barely had her eyes open or that she wasn't responding with anything but whimpers- but once again, it wasn't.

Dean's biggest concern was that he couldn't peel his eyes away no matter how hard he tried, and he couldn't stop the tent from forming in his pants. As Dean tried to combat the feeling, he placed a firm hand on his clothed erection.

Dean watched when Jordan silenced Y/N's protests with his lips, trailing his hand up and down her bare thigh. Jordan continued by laying her back on the bed and when she tried to sit back up, he placed his hand flat on her chest to keep her lying down.

He told her that everything was going to be okay, that she was beautiful, that she asked for it, and Dean just watched.

Dean didn't feel bad for not going in there and saving her, he didn't even feel bad that his pants tightened in anticipation- eagerly awaiting what would happen to her next. He was long past the point of trying to stop himself and say that it wasn't right, that it wasn't consensual, that it was his sister.

Dean wanted to watch, and if it were any other girl- he would have turned his head and used it as inspiration to ravage the redhead in the other room.

But it was her. It was Y/N, someone that Dean had been so curious about for so long. Dean had fought the dark feelings that he had about her for a considerable amount of time, and that all ended tonight.

Dean had held himself at bay for the longest time and now he couldn't stop himself- even if he wanted to. He was entirely too entranced when he decided to crack the door open more and saw her sitting on the bed, and it only deepened his state when he saw Jordan's hands roam all over her body- preparing to take what Dean had wanted for so many years.

Dean couldn't look away. He didn't want to look away.

Jordan kept his hand on Y/N's chest until she stopped trying to sit up. He then moved on to his next task.

Dean bit down on his lip as Jordan positioned himself on his knees in front of her. Jordan's hands came down to take her sandals off and tossed them to the side. Then, he pushed her skirt up so that it was bunched up around her waist.

Y/N whimpered when Jordan's fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear, sending a pulsing shock through Dean. Dean felt his pants continuing to tighten when he saw her panties slowly lowering down her legs, revealing her perfect pussy that he often wondered about.

It was almost too much to take, the sight making him nearly ready to bust in his boxers, but Dean became increasingly aware that it wasn't him. It shouldn't be Jordan getting to enjoy her perfect little body, it should be Dean.

Dean should be the one to feel Y/N wrapped around his cock, he should be the one hearing his name leave her lips. He waited for too long for someone else to take her from him.

That was the only motivation Dean needed to bust in the room. He put on a front, pretending that he was angry with Jordan- although in reality, he wanted to do the same thing to Y/N.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Dean grit through his teeth as Jordan struggled to get back on his feet.

"I- It's not what it looks like. She just- she got hot and asked me to-" Jordan scrambled, his face becoming extremely pale.

Dean shot him a quick glare to shut him up, his chest puffing and then deflating over and over again.

"You stupid son of a bitch," Dean chuckled, his face relaxing as he shook his head.

Jordan stood perfectly still, looking as though he had seen a ghost. Jordan was likely confused and still trying to think of a justification for himself.

"Dude, next time you drug a girl. Make sure her brother isn't here." Dean scolded playfully, walking over to her, and looking back at Jordan.

Jordan quickly nodded his head and made a run for it, not even bothering to say another word.

"Hey, sweetheart. It's okay, I'm here." Dean turned his attention to Y/N.

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed together as Dean stroked the hair out of her face.

"Dean?" Y/N asked quietly, her eyes opening for a split second.

Dean confirmed and watched as her face relaxed, and then decided to work on getting her redressed. He placed himself in front of her, bending at the knees so that he could pull her underwear back up.

Dean licked his lips at the sight of her bare pussy right in front of him, knowing that he could turn around, lock the door, and take her right there.

But he didn't. He pulled her panties up her legs and pulled her skirt down so that it was back in its original place. Dean found her shoes and placed them on her feet, then he helped her sit up.

Y/N was so out of it, her eyes rolling back into her head after every attempt to open them. Dean noticed her face as it scrunched up, the poor girl looked terrified.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, Y/N," Dean hushed her when her eyes became glossy and the tears began to fall down her cheeks.

Dean helped her stand up, wrapping an arm around her to make sure she was balanced. Y/N held on to him tightly, not saying a word as she barely managed to walk out of the house and back to the Impala.

Dean helped Y/N to get situated in the front seat, buckling her in as she drifted in and out of consciousness. He knew that soon enough she was going to sleep and that she wouldn't be able to wake up for a while.

"I don't think I like parties anymore," Y/N mumbled as soon as Dean began driving.

"Yeah, I think I'll just go by myself next time," Dean told her, chuckling lightly, and instinctively rested his hand on her thigh.

Y/N pushed Dean's hand away with as much force as she could muster up and Dean cleared his throat, realizing how uncomfortable that might have been for her.

"Sorry," Dean muttered, resting his hand on his own thigh.

"He was touching me there," Y/N managed to say and Dean nodded his head. "I don't like him, Dean."

Dean looked over to see Y/N pouting her bottom lip and her nose scrunched, her eyes closed shut as she rambled on like your local drunk.

"I'm not his biggest fan either," Dean chuckled and focused on driving. Much to his surprise, Y/N still hadn't passed the fuck out as she continued to talk.

"He was going to touch me right there," Y/N forced out of her lips, barely able to pick her hand up and point it towards her crotch.

"I know, sweetheart," Dean said, looking over to see her small gesture.

Dean raised an eyebrow as she chuckled lightly, her lips curling into a small smile. It was almost adorable to see her like this, out of it- almost like she was drunk. And for once, Y/N actually seemed happy.

It confused Dean, surely Y/N couldn't be happy about the events prior to leaving. Maybe, she really did ask for it. Maybe, she had previous experiences that would make her want to do so.

"Have you ever been touched there?" Dean asked, curiosity getting the best of him- he knew that Y/N would answer truthfully in this state.

"Mhm," Y/N nodded her head, a light smile spread across her face. Dean continued to raise his eyebrow and immediately became concerned.

"With who, Y/N?" Dean asked in a commanding tone and she frowned at how aggressive he had become in such little time.

Y/N didn't have any friends and she barely left the motel. Moving from town to town, motel to motel, there wasn't any constant person in her life.

Either she wasn't as precious as Dean thought she was, whoring around and sneaking out, or she had a relationship with someone in a random town- but surely she wouldn't be happy about leaving them... Why was she smiling?

"I can't tell you," Y/N said simply, frowning and shrugging her shoulders, letting her eyes close shut as her head fell back.

Y/N's head snapped back up and it was evident that she was trying to fight the drug as much as she could.

"Why not?" Dean asked defensively, not sure why Y/N wouldn't give the information that he needed to know now.

"Daddy says it's our secret," She giggled, not even realizing that the name had slipped her tongue unintentionally.

"Get some rest, Y/N," Dean growled, clenching his fists around the steering wheel- so much so that it was giving him white knuckles.

Dean knew that she was telling the truth- he knew that she couldn't tell him anything but the truth. The truth was much more sinister than anything he had ever dreamt of, all of the pieces connecting in his mind.

How could he not have seen it? How could he have not found it weird that John pulled her out of school but not anyone else? How could he not see that she was obviously his favorite? How could he not have seen all of the signs that connected him to her?

How long had it been happening? How young was she when it first happened? Did Sam know too? There were so many questions that Dean had no way of knowing the answer to.

It made Dean angry. He wasn't sure if he was angry that he wasn't included or angry that John could do those things to her- the things that Dean wanted to do to her.

It made him angry that Y/N seemed so okay with it. She giggled when she told Dean and it made his skin crawl. It's not something that she's supposed to be okay with. It's not something John was supposed to be okay with. With Dean understanding how naive she was, Dean knew that John was most definitely the one who initiated it.

Then again, Dean was having the same feelings. Maybe he was having even worse feelings. Dean's mind then generated this situation as a possibility.

Even though he was angry with John for taking advantage of Y/N, Dean also knew that this might be the only chance he's had in a while.

And with this new information, it pegged an even bigger question. If Y/N could see her own father in that way, then could she want Dean in the same way? Did she even know that it was wrong?

•••

The anger stayed with Dean the entire ride home. All of those damn unanswered questions had Dean's throat hitched for the rest of the car ride.

Y/N was far past the point of waking up and Dean silently cursed at himself for telling her to go to sleep. He needed to know everything, especially because chances were, she wasn't going to remember anything in the morning.

Y/N wouldn't remember the majority of the party. She wouldn't remember Jordan's hands on her body or how he took her panties off. She wouldn't remember that she accidentally told her biggest secret.

Dean was angry and on top of that- he was sexually frustrated. He didn't get to screw the redhead into oblivion like he wanted to and to add onto it, he was battling morally with himself for finding his little sister so attractive.

Dean had his chance. He had his chance when he saw Y/N in the room fighting consciousness. He had his chance when he laid her down on the motel bed and he knew she was asleep. But as much as Dean's mind twisted into the darkest places, he couldn't take advantage of her like that.

Dean wanted Y/N to want him. He wanted her to scream his name and come undone around his cock- only for her to endure multiple more orgasms by the time he finally chose to cum inside of her.

Dean wanted for Y/N to remember how perfectly he filled her, how they fit together like a puzzle piece- how they were made for each other.

Although Dean was angry and hurt about the news, he was also excited. This information opened up endless possibilities for him and they all ended with Y/N. In the best-case scenario, he wouldn't have to fight the feeling anymore.

Dean would no longer have to go to the bar and find someone who looked like Y/N. He wouldn't have to drink to the point where he couldn't make out their facial features so that he could imagine Y/N in their place. He wouldn't have to suppress screaming Y/N's name every time he came inside some random girl he'd never see again. Y/N could make Dean whole.

Instead of fucking Y/N all night, knowing that she wouldn't remember, Dean decided to admire her. She was sprawled out on the bed, still in her clothes from the party, and she was sleeping peacefully on her back.

Y/N looked so pretty, so perfect, and Dean couldn't deny that he enjoyed undressing her more than he should have. It was innocent and she needed to change, but he couldn't help but imagine that it was real.

Dean wanted it to be real, he wanted to undress Y/N for larger purposes, but undressing her like this would satisfy the itch.

Dean worked on first getting her sandals off, neatly placing them by her bag so she'd know where they were in the morning. Then he moved to her skirt, gently sliding the fabric down her thighs and taking his time.

Dean laid his hands flat on Y/N's thighs as he made the decision to keep her panties on. Seeing her like this was hard enough, and he knew that if he saw her fully undressed there was a possibility he wouldn't have the mental fortitude to hold back.

Dean didn't bother finding shorts for Y/N or pajama pants. Dean knew she often slept with just a shirt to cover her bottom half.

Once Dean had snapped out of admiring how soft her skin was, he began to work on her shirt next. He gently ran his hands under her shirt, bringing the material up just above her breasts.

Y/N's skin prickled with the cool air touching her torso and even though she was wearing a bra, Dean could only imagine how hard her nipples were. When her shirt was completely off, he reached under her and unclasped the basic black bra, licking his lips when he guided the straps down her arms.

There she was, sleeping ever so peacefully in just her panties. Dean was practically salivating at the way she looked.

Y/N's nipples were hard, just as Dean expected, and it was all Dean could keep his eyes on. Her chest moved up and down with each breath, taunting Dean as it brought her closer to him.

Dean couldn't help himself when his fingers reached down and pinched her nipples. Even the slight touch of her intimately sent an electric pulse through his veins.

Dean continued to play around and did his best to be extremely careful, even though he knew that Y/N wasn't going to wake up. His hands cupped her breasts. They felt like puzzle pieces because of how perfect she felt in his embrace- she felt like she was made to be touched by Dean.

The slight jiggle when Dean moved his hands sideways made his jeans tighten up yet again, but this time he didn't have any interruptions. He palmed at his erection, keeping a hand on one of Y/N's breasts and tweaking her nipple to keep it hardened.

Dean didn't want to fuck her like this because he wanted her to feel special and wanted, but he couldn't deny that the more he stared at her- the more his bulge grew in its confinements.

Dean quickly undid the button on his jeans and slid the blue fabric down his legs, hoping that it would offer him some sort of relief. His breath was shaky when he knelt on the bed, his knees on either side of Y/N's perfect body.

Dean felt wrong for reaching into his boxers and indulging himself above her, but it was the only relief he could think of without fucking Y/N until the sun came up. His free hand landed on her chest and began to grope her breast again whilst his other hand stroked himself in his boxers.

Dean watched Y/N's lips part with every breath in, imagining what it would feel like to have her sucking him with them. He wondered how soft and pillowy her lips would feel around his cock, how wet and warm her tongue would feel on the bottom side of his shaft, how good her throat would look when his dick prodded through the thin skin.

Dean found himself stroking harder, more needily, and his boxers slightly pushed down his thighs. As Dean thought about all of the things he wanted to do to her, he felt the rubber band inside of him snap.

Dean hadn't cum that fast since he first started fucking girls, spilling white ropes across Y/N's perfect chest, and leaving him in a state of euphoria as he marveled at her. She looked so pretty with his cum all over her and Dean couldn't deny his shame in not feeling guilty about it.

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resowrites · 10 months

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Waterloo - oneshot.

Summary: Speculation abounds about his wife's pregnancy and Henry finally has enough…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, angst, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2034

A/N: This was supposed to go up last week but time got away from me. Please note: as I've tried to write this story as both standalone oneshots and an ongoing series, I now have to use more imagery to flesh out this arc and I'm aware this may disappoint some of you. But I want you all to know, whether you're a regular reader of mine or not, I will always adore and support you no matter who you are or what you look like. Please also note: this is pure fiction (as in completely made up), and not in any way meant to reflect reality. Love you guys ~ R x

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Waterloo - oneshot.

Henry couldn't help but smile when he reentered the living room and saw her lying there. They'd walked the dogs only twenty minutes before and she was so exhausted she'd collapsed on the sofa the moment they got home. He watched as her chest rose steadily with every breath, with her legs tucked up and a hand cupping the base of her stomach. Luckily her morning sickness had lessened and the worst symptom her pregnancy was causing at that moment was bouts of extreme tiredness. He was loathe to wake her, especially as he had difficult news to share. Seeing her so soundly asleep reminded him of how vulnerable she was and his chest stirred with a mixture of anger and worst of all - guilt. "Ollie, it's dinnertime, can you wake up for me?" He rubbed her shoulder in an attempt to rouse her slowly. But her eyes burst open and she bolted upright.

"M-mmm what time is it?"

"Six o'clock darling, you fell asleep after our walk. I thought you'd like some dinner, you can join me in the kitchen if you're up to it?" She blinked at Henry several times, still trying to get her bearings.

"Yeah, okay, just help me up…" He smiled lovingly and took her by the hands. "What are we having? If you want I can drive to the deli and pick us up a couple of subs?" Henry vigorously shook his head.

"No, it's fine darling, I'm going to make something. Besides, you need to rest. There's… also something we need to discuss." As if on queue, his phone pinged for what felt like the hundredth time that hour. Henry tried to ignore it and offered her a reassuring smile. But her mouth set into a frown.

"What is it? Are your Mum and Dad okay?!"

"Yes sweetheart, it's nothing like that. Come on, let's have something to eat first." He attempted to lead her into the kitchen but she held fast.

"Henry, you're worrying me. What is it?" He gazed into her eyes for a few seconds and sighed.

"Look, I really didn't want to bring this up—"

"Bring up what?! Just tell me!"

"Okay, okay… you know we went shopping yesterday and you thought someone took a picture of us?" She nodded slowly. "Well, it turns out a picture was taken. And then posted on Twitter." She blinked at Henry several times.

"So? Sometimes people catch us and take photos…"

"Darling, I… things are different now." He reached for her stomach.

"Oh…"

"Look, my publicist's already called me. The picture's everywhere and she wants to know how we'd like to proceed—"

"What? Why?"

"Well, maybe if we're more upfront the speculation will die down and there'll be less interest…" Henry trailed off, unable to read the look on her face. Eventually, she cleared her throat.

"Henry, it really doesn't matter what we confirm and/or how. People are still going to take our pictures and gossip. It's why I didn't want to do anything in the first place - it's not going to make any difference." His head dropped to his chest.

"… I'm so sorry, darling." She cradled Henry's face and gave him a quizzical look.

"What for?"

"For all of it. I wanted to do my best to protect you and I've failed."

"Failed? It's not your fault someone saw us—"

"Yes, but if you were with someone else, you'd have none of this. You could just live your life without being talked about the whole world over." She chuckled.

"Aren't you exaggerating slightly? It's only a small group of people who really cares about this. Besides, we've been together nearly a decade—"

"I know, but that's not how they see it. I'm just scared that this will all escalate now that that picture's out there—"

"But darling that's beyond our control. Besides, it's not like anyone's made any threats… is it?"

"No, but what if they do? I mean I would never want to scare you but you know how unhinged people can be. If anything happens to you I'll never forgive myself." She couldn't help but laugh again.

"Well, for starters we're holed up here most of the time and security aside, we also have two Akita's who aren't exactly fond of strangers. I'm sure we'll be fine…" But he was in no mood for her teasing.

"Darling this isn't funny, I feel beyond awful. You should never have had these sorts of worries, pregnant or not."

"Don't be daft. I wouldn't trade our life for anything. Okay, so it can be a nuisance at times, but what others think isn't important. We have to live our lives, Henry. We were going to be spotted at some point. It's probably better people know now rather than when we're randomly seen pushing a pram."

"I know, I know. But I still feel helpless. It makes me fear for when the baby's actually here. How are they going to cope with being in the public eye? How the hell am I going to keep them safe as well?"

"Well, they won't even be able to find their feet for the first four months—" Henry's face hardened.

"Ollie, this isn't a bloody joke. Once our kid is out there, there's only so much we can do—"

"But that would be the case whether they were the child of someone famous or not. If there's one thing this pregnancy's taught me so far, it's that we can't have total control. Okay, so one day they'll have to learn why people want to meet their dad and take pictures of him, but that's not a bridge we'll have to cross for some time." He was silent for several moments. "Darling, talk to me…"

"It's nothing, it's just… none of it's worth it. Especially now."

"What are you saying?"

"I saying, I'm ready to—"

"Stop right there—"

"No, Ollie. I won't. Sooner or later it'll become the biggest stressor for us as a family. If the two of you aren't being photographed in the street, there'll be times when you're by yourselves - just the thought of what could happen makes me sick to my stomach."

"Darling, we were out in public and you're a public figure. Okay, so it's unfortunate. But it's not like they got a picture of them—"

"And what about when they do? As you said, we can't fully protect them—"

"Well, for starters, the law's on our side. But other than that you're going to have to learn to let this go. What will be, will be." Henry nearly blew his top.

"How can you be so bloody calm about this?! I'm scared that the more pregnant you look, the more invasive people will become. I don't even want people coming up to you, let alone anything else—"

"I've handled that okay in the past haven't I?" He smiled sadly and held her tight.

"Of course you have, and I'm not saying you're some delicate flower but this isn't just about us anymore. I want to do my best for you and the baby and it scares me how terrible people can be."

"Why? Just what exactly are they saying?" Henry didn't know how to respond. She sighed. "Oh sweetheart, it's not your fault."

"Of course it is! And what can I do about any of it? Nothing unless I give it up—"

"Don't be ridiculous, even that wouldn't be enough. Once you're famous, you're famous. We just have to rise above it."

"But I want to respond, let people know they can keep their disgusting opinions to themselves—"

"And has that ever worked in the past? Look, we really will be alright. You have nothing to apologise for or feel guilty about. We have a wonderful life, Henry. We have so many amazing adventures together and we're about to embark on our biggest one yet…" She rubbed his chest but his head hung low.

"I still want you both to have as little stress as possible."

"What will make me less stressed is you promising not to get any more upset by this, okay?” She bit her lip. “And if it makes any difference, I already knew about the picture." Henry’s eyes darted upwards.

"What?!"

"My sister messaged me when she saw it doing the rounds on Instagram. She's blocked the people trying to get more information." His nostrils flared.

"See?! They've already started harassing our family! We've got to nip this in the bud now—"

"Darling, we're damned if we do, damned if we don't. Luckily we have good people around us and they've promised to say nothing—"

"That's not what worries me. Why didn't you say anything?"

"… Because I knew you were already feeling bad and I didn't want to make it worse." Henry's heart ached.

"Oh, darling. You know you can always tell me anything. Just promise me you won't go reading comments—"

"I won't. But… can you be honest about something?"

"Of course."

"… Do I look big?"

"What? Why would you even think that?!"

"Are you sure?"

"Darling, that's the reason they're in a tizzy, they can't tell if you're pregnant or not—"

"Well… soon they'll know for sure."

"Oh Ollie, please promise me you're not worried about that of all things? All this pregnancy has done is make you even more beautiful—" she scoffed.

"Henry, look… we can work out our plans as a family when we need to. But you love what you do, it's who you are and what you've worked so hard for—"

"No, it's not. Finding you made me realise it never has been. Making you my wife, starting a family… that's who I am. What I've always wanted. I'd do anything now, just so long as you and our kid are always near me." She felt a lump in her throat. "Don't you get it ya numpty? I've never seen your eyes look so soft and warm. It's not about me missing out - I love doing nothing with you Ollie." She swallowed back her tears.

"Well, let's just wait until they're here, okay? Then we can go from there. But I promise you, I'm not worried about that picture, and neither should you be." His head sunk again.

"… They had no right to even take it." She then shot him a mischievous look.

"Well, was it at least enough to distract from the size of my arse?" Henry softened and quickly turned her around.

"Hang on, lemme take a look—" she spun back and thumped him on the arm.

"Don't you start now, mister - I only have so much bloody patience!" Henry's eyes quickly lost their playful spark. "Well, if things get that bad… you could always do a naked calendar. That'd give them something else to talk about—"

"A naked calendar?! You do realise I'm far too hung to appear in-frame?" She clucked her tongue.

"Oh please, the photographer would need more Vaseline for the lens than what's currently in production…" His eyebrows hit the ceiling.

"What are you trying to say?! You're no bloody prize either!" She thwacked Henry on the arm.

"At least they wouldn't be swapping out the lens every thirty seconds—" He gasped.

"Well, I'm surprised that person's phone didn't explode when they took that picture!" Her mouth fell open.

"Oh yeah?! Cos I'm shocked anyone even bothers to take their camera out to snap you—" Henry couldn't stand it any longer and pulled her in for a kiss.

"… Then let me take my shirt off and we'll see just how well I photograph—"

"No fucking thank you! I don't want to be put off that dinner you said you were going to make. In fact, you can now take me out for it—"

"Will a drive-thru be alright?"

"No, it bloody well won't you little bollocks! You know, just for that, you can take me to the new Italian on Harpin Lane—"

"But they won't even do spaghetti there!"

"Tough shit. You should have thought about that before you opened your mouth—"

"Well, from now on I definitely won't be!"

"Good! More breadsticks for me!"

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Valentine's Day HCs - Obey Me! Brothers

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor

Summary: how your favorite boy would treat you on valentine's day

CW: GN! reader, pure fluff

i wrote these at like 2am just before i passed out so if there's typos im sorry !! if you guys liked these, consider checking out the other ones i wrote!

Valentine's Day Masterlist

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Lucifer:

bro is the Rizzler

seriously though he knows what Valentine’s Day is and he knows exactly what to do to win your heart

probably waits until the last minute to ask you (he’s so excited he forgot)

he somehow manages to get all of his brothers out of the house for the night

and picks up a super nice bouquet of flowers on his way home!!

decorates the kitchen table with the vase of flowers and yummy smelling candles

then starts cooking dinner for the two of you!!

you dress nicely and settle in at the table while he cooks, asking him about his day

he serves you his food and it’s super yummy

also pours you some wine to have with dinner

the two of you have a nice, intimate dinner and chat over your food

after dinner, he invites you back to his room to watch a movie

you guys cuddle up together and watch cheesy rom coms

“Happy Valentine’s Day, y/n, I hope we get to spend many more together.”

Mammon:

this man’s tsundere ass pretends like he doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day

honestly he probably pretends like he doesn’t know what it is in general

but internally he’s an absolute softie and all he wants is to celebrate love with his human!!!

doesn’t say anything about it until he sees you upset one day

“y/n?? what’s wrong??? do I need to kill someone????”

you’re just upset that you’re not even home for Valentines Day, and that you’re all alone and this is just a big, fat reminder

“I mean, if it’s *that* big of a deal to you, I guess I can be your Valentine. it’s stupid, anyway.”

you’re so overjoyed you give the dork a hug

now queue Mammon bending over backwards to make you happy

he goes out and buys a ton of treats from your favorite cafe for you!!

brings them to you after work and his heart almost implodes from how happy you get

but that’s not all

he takes you out to a cute little lowkey club

drinks cosmos with you and talks about all the stuff he (pretends) he doesn’t care about

totally dances with you too!! his face is red the whole time and he swears up and down it’s only to keep other weirdos away

you make him take cute pictures with you in the photo booth too

the pictures don’t end up printing and you’re sad :(((

but the next day he shows up with a copy of them

“look, I know you were all sad about the pictures or whatever so I went back to get them for you. but don’t be showing anyone these, ok?? I don’t want it ruining my rep.”

(also he definitely has a secret copy of the original pictures in his wallet that he takes everywhere)

Leviathan:

he’s seen Valentine’s Day be celebrated in tons of anime and he’s always thought it was so cute

and he always wanted to celebrate it but he never had anyone except his brothers, and no other demons found interest in the holiday

when he first meets you, that’s one of the first things he thinks and he already has this whole elaborate fantasy of what you’ll do together

he’s way too shy and embarrassed to admit it

he definitely sends you a cute little e-card asking you to be his Valentine and then proceeds to shut his phone off for the next six hours so he can’t see your rejection

you actually get so worried you knock on his door to check on him and the otaku comes out all red faced and shy

you ask what happened and he’s all pouty about it :((

“I don’t blame you for not wanting a gross otaku like me for your Valentine. I don’t even know anything about Valentines!”

stop him before he gets embarrassed and hide again!!!

with some gentle coaxing and lots of reassurance, he’ll be almost good as new

asks if you really want to be his Valentine and gets so happy when you agree

you leave for a bit while he gets ready and when you come back, he’s ordered takeout and has an anime marathon ready for the two of you!!

you cuddle up to him and bed and share takeout containers while watching his favorite anime

at one point you get sleepy and lean your head on his shoulder

he forgets how to breathe

sends you a cute little text after

“thank you for being my Henry, y/n <3 and giving me the best VDay ever!!! maybe normie stuff isn’t so bad after all”

Satan:

he’s definitely read about Valentine’s Day in books

and much like Levi as soon as you met, the thought of spending the day together brought a blush to his cheeks

unlike his brother though, he plans out everything ahead of time

he just straight up asks you if you want to go out with him, and he’s so casual about it that you have to ask if he knows what Valentine’s is

“of course I do, y/n. im asking you to be my Valentine”

you happily agree!!

he tells you to dress casual and the next day takes you to a cat cafe for lunch

you order some yummy food and delicious coffee while you wait for your turn to play with the cats

Satan is honestly like a kid in a candy store when he’s playing with them

like he’s practically tearing up over the little balls of fur

the two of you play with the cats and cuddle on the floor the whole time

after that, he takes you to a local bakery to pick out a treat to take home with you

when he takes you home, he takes extra care to walk you to your room

“today was great, y/n. my favorite person and my favorite animal? what a thrill.”

Asmodeus:

this is his day

he usually spends it with multiple partners, thriving on their lust and need to be loved

but from the minute he met you, he knew he wanted this one to be spent with you and only you

he’s been planning out the day for you guys for at least a month too

when he asks you to be his Valentine, he does it with white doves and a huge banner

you’re so flustered but you immediately say yes!!!

wakes you up early on Valentine’s Day and takes you out for a super yummy breakfast

probably some fancy little cafe with parfaits and macarons and crepes

after breakfast, he takes you to a salon for mani pedis and blowouts!! he wants you feeling as confident and beautiful as possible when he takes you out later

then you guys go to the mall and he picks out an outfit for you!!

something really cute and kinda dressy, but perfect for the club

you guys have a light dinner and some pre drinks at home before getting ready

he insists on getting you ready and treating you like his little doll

then he takes you to his favorite club

it’s super busy for Valentine’s Day, and they’re only serving pink and red drinks

everyone gets a wristband sorting them by relationship status too!

Asmo dances with you all night, bringing you yummy drinks to sip on

definitely posts videos of you guys on his Devilgram stories so that everyone can see how cute his human looks <33

probably has to carry you home cause you’re so tired from dancing/the drinks

does your skincare routine for you and tucks you into bed

“have a goodnight, darling. thank you for giving me a Valentine's Day that was absolutely divine.”

Beelzebub:

Beel probably had no clue what Valentine’s Day is tbh

he learns about it when he hears one of his brother’s talking about it and then starts to wonder if maybe you wanted to celebrate

he doesn’t really understand the concept of it but A for effort

he asks you if you want to go out to dinner with him and you just assume it’s normal for him

but when you see him all dressed up you realize what he meant by that!!

he’s so cute it makes your heart melt

he takes you to a pretty nice restaurant with intimate lighting and a nice patio!!

he even tries to eat slower and gentler so he doesn’t scare you off

he even shares his dessert with you!!!

takes you for a walk after dinner and holds your hand

if you get cold he totally gives you his jacket too!

he’s thankful it’s dark so you can’t see how red his face is

“I know you‘re probably used to a lot better Valentine’s Days then this one, but I just wanted you to be able to feel a little slice of home while you’re here.”

Belphegor:

does not give a fuck about Valentine’s Day

like he can’t even pretend to care

you were kinda hoping he would do something for you even tho you thought your crush was unrequited

but obviously he doesn't and he goes straight to bed after school

you’re a little upset and you shed a few tears :((

Beel notices but doesn’t say anything to you, however he marches into their room and shakes his brother awake

Belphie reminds him that he doesn’t care about stupid human traditions

but Beel counters him by saying he cares about you

He hates that his twin is right

brings you a pretty bouquet of supermarket flowers and knocks on your door

when he sees your red nose and eyes he feels guilty

asks if you’ll come with him to go stargazing!!

the two of you lay down on a blanket together and look up at the stars

it’s cold so Belphie wraps an arm around you and let’s you lay your head on his shoulder

he’s like a human furnace tbh

you fall asleep so he carries you home

“I’d pretend to care about all of your human traditions if it means I get to spend more time with you.”

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imagine-lcorp · 6 months

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Falling (One Shot)

A/N: Helloooo, my dears! As every year, here it is! A little piece to celebrate the beautiful day of Halloween/Day of the Dead!! Hoping you had a great weekend and that you're enjoying the celebrations, you know I can never miss these holidays. Anyways, pls enjoy this fic and I hope you're good :)

Lena Luthor!Succubus x R//Word Count: 1,233

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When you started to dream about her, you didn't know you would fall this hard for her.

It started a couple of months ago, when you would come back home, tired and sick of the day that was too much like the day before. And the day before, and the day before. With no other want but to forget the day and try to find some solace in the empire of dreams. It was the tedious and lonely routine that left you defenseless against her.

If days are joyless, let the night fill your desires. She had whispered into your ear as you had drifted away.

You remember her in your dreams too clearly. The color of her eyes as they looked at you, so inviting, the sound of her voice, so tempting, the soft touch on you and the pleasure she offered, so needed. She was all you could ever want and she knew what you wanted, as she had made herself in her image and likeness. Green eyes, raven hair, fair skin. A lovely vision indeed, impossible to resist. Besides, you knew she wasn't real so, what was the harm in that?

As time with her passed, it didn't matter that after waking up you would feel tired, that seemed to be your only setting nowadays, or that you would start to fall asleep in places where you shouldn't. At work, during lunch, in the labs, on your way home. At every chance you got just to see her one more time.

It was strange sometimes to see her in the flesh, walking around the office, checking on the labs, meeting with employees in the cafeteria. You had to remind yourself she was not her and her wasn't she. One was real, the other a dream.

Until she wasn't.

It's time to go home, (Y/N).

The whisper in your ear made you jump back from your seat and away from the computer you were working on. You had been jolted awake from her dream by her voice, her real voice, and she had looked at you with concern and worry as you looked around to remind yourself where you were.

"Are you alright?"

"Uh, yes, yes. Sorry, Miss Luthor." You had responded with a hammering heart.

After all the dreaming, the last thing you thought could actually happen was having to interact with your boss.

"May I ask why are you here so late? Everyone else in the lab is gone."

"Sorry, I got caught up in work. We have an important project in our hands." You tried to look apologetic. It hadn't been your intention to stay so late in the office.

"Well, I appreciate your passion for this project but it's almost ten." She had smiled at you. "It's time to go home, (Y/N)."

She repeated and you were jolted awake once more.

The dreams that night were like nothing you had experienced before. There in the shadows, in the safety of your bed, they had been so vivid and passionate, and the affection of them so tender you could have died just right there. Her hands on your chest, her lips on your neck, her legs entangled with yours, blissfully unaware of the world and as the nights passed, the days seemed to blur into the illusion too.

You would see her in the distance before you crossed the street, at the end of the market queue, you would see her disappearing behind doors moments before you had to go through them. She was haunting you now, filling spaces everywhere you went.

Your friends started to worry as did your coworkers. You would drift away mid sentence, spacing into the distance, opening your mouth as if to speak. You would sometimes shiver and tremble, as if an invisible hand caressed your spine. As time passed you would also whisper and murmur, unintelligible words known only to you. It was the dreams invading your waking hours.

"I called you here because I'm concerned." She was sitting behind her desk and looking at you intently.

"Concerned about what, Miss Luthor?" You shifted in your seat.

"Your coworkers have noted that you are distracted, so to speak." She left her seat and rounded her desk, leaning against it as she placed herself in front of you.

"Distracted? How so?" You swallowed hard as you looked at her. You had never been this close to her before.

"You're missing meetings, you don't deliver your reports in time, you stay longer at the labs but it seems you don't get much done." She placed her hands on her sides, grabbing the edge of her desk. "Is everything alright?"

"Y-yeah." You cleared your throat and tried to focus on anything else. Your mind was drifting away into more pleasant places but you had to concentrate. "I've been having a bit of trouble sleeping, that's all."

"Insomnia?"

"More like bad dreams." You looked away.

"Have I been a bad dream to you, (Y/N)?" You felt her fingers on your chin pulling you to look at her once more.

Green eyes, raven hair, fair skin, soft touch. A lovely vision, difficult to resist. Was it real? Was it a dream?

"N-no." You gulped.

"Then we should go home."

Her hands found yours, pulling you up from your chair. She guided you towards the door, never taking her eyes off of you. In them you could see it all. The affection, the desire, the love. She spoke then in hushed tones, whispering words of love one could only ever heard in dreams. It was comforting, it was madness.

At the edge of it all, she pulled away from you, freeing your hands and walking a few steps away from you.

"Wouldn't you want to stay with me forever?" She asked as she opened her arms to you.

She was offering a final embrace and you...you only had to offer yourself in return. And isn't that what love is?

So you threw yourself into her arms.

It felt like you were being carried away into the night, with the wings of love on your back against the roaring wind. Like a raindrop flying among the city lights in fractals of color, until you hit the ground.

Caution lines were put in place that same night as paramedics took care of your broken body. The next morning, police officers started the investigation, asking all relevant people what could have happened.

When the CEO of the company was interrogated as to why an employee seemed to have jumped from her office's balcony, she couldn't come up with any logical explanation. She recalled seeing you from time to time after working hours, still in the office. Maybe it was the burnout that had finally driven you out of your senses. In any case, she couldn't know, she barely knew you.

Police turned around with no more questions to ask. The cause of your death, now clear as it could be. They turned around, ready to deliver their findings to their superiors. And as they did, the couldn't catch the little smile that appeared on her face. A smile so complacent it would have raised some flags.

She walked then to the balcony, crossing her hands over the rail and looked down with the smile still on her face.

No one had ever fallen this hard for her.

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(bf's dad) william afton x (fem)reader pt.2!

WARNING: swearing/blasphemy. smut. oral sex (male) vaginal sex, age-gap, inappropriate relationship, guilt. sort of exhibitionism, sort of.

NOTES: afab reader. After hiding her "session" her besie mate's Michael's dad, reader avoids them both for a couple of weeks. But Mr Afton catches her off guard in a shop shit goes down... Cameo from big tescos and another character crops up a bit later on too.

Pt.1 here

It had been easy to move on from your night at Afton's...in practicality. You'd been able to physically leave William Afton at the door. After cleaning yourself up, post the mind-blowing sex, you'd look Mr Afton in his eyes and implored him to never mention this to Michael. He'd scoffed telling you that you'd needn't worry, his tenuous relationship with his son wouldn't be improved by bragging to him that he'd fucked you stupid against the side table in the living room. Still though, you'd promised yourself that you wouldn't engage in this inappropriate shagging again, even if the thought of his solid frame pinning you against the wall made your mouth fucking water.

And you'd stuck to it, of course not going over to Michael's again, shit not even speaking to Michael really. He'd come up to you at Uni the following day and the second his dark eyes locked on to yours - so like his father's - you were filled with guilt and the image of Mr Afton. And the worst part, you sort of enjoyed it. God, he'd asked you why you looked so tired that day, you nearly laughed: "Well mate, I'm knackered because last night when I came over to see you, your dad gave me the best fucking I’ve ever had and I stayed up all night reliving it over and over again.” Of course you didn’t really say that, you’d thought it though, so you’re pretty horrid. In reality, you’d quickly made up some excuse about staying up late doing your coursework and got the fuck out of dodge, avoiding your friend’s eye line all week. Then the week after. And then today.

It was Tuesday evening, not that it mattered really, you were so run off with your feet with pissing work to do you weren’t really counting days: truth be told you’d almost put the whole situation out of your head.

You’d think your local big Tesco would be quiet on a Tuesday night, but of course it wasn’t, there are fuckers everywhere, stocking up on alcohol most likely, you want to yourself but no, your budget certainly isn’t allowing that. You make your purchases as fast as the bloody queues will let you and head for the door.

Stuck in your head as you’re leaving, you hear a crisp whistle - the kind that says ‘yoo-hoo’ as opposed to the wolf variety - and you turn, ready to tell some teenager to swivel. But no. Of course. OF FECKING COURSE. At the end of the aisle you see a chuckling Mr Afton slip just out of sight. The reminder that he existed and wasn’t just something you’d wank to, nearly made you double-take, you were close to just walking out and pretending you hadn’t seen him, but the man obligated you to approach when he re-emerged beckoning you over with a mouthed “Away, y/n.” So you went over, wrapped in a lovely blanket of nervousness.

Rounding the corner of the aisle to where he stood, you didn’t stop yourself from looking him up and down, yeah, he was still a good-looking bastard. You weren’t a jittery sort of person really, yet this man threw you so much on the back foot you couldn’t find anywhere to look.

“I know it’s cliché: but fancy seeing you here.” He rested his elbows on the front bar of his trolley, bringing himself to your eye level, you’d forgotten what an impossibly tall fella he was. 6′6 at least, crazy in comparison to you or indeed anyone.

You weren’t exactly sure how to respond to him, eventually settling on:

“Yeah, believe me I did not expect to run into you.” You were smiling as you spoke, partially at your own embarrassment and at the stupidness of the situation - this is exactly the sort of thing that would happen to you, the universe must really have a grudge at your expense. He laughed at your curt response, the heat of your cheeks exposing your discomfort at this encounter.

“Charming. Am I really that bad? As far as I’m aware, we left on good terms.” He was teasing you, shaking his head as he spoke mockingly.

“We really did, sorry I’m just-” Just be fucking normal, you internally berate yourself, this really isn’t that shocking. “I don’t know... surprised to see you.”

He nodded, bringing the back of his thumb to his mouth as he considered your statement. There was something about silence when stood with this man that you couldn’t stand, it gave you time to think about last time: about his hands pulling you across that table by your ankles, the feel of his chest against your head as he pounded into you, good God.

“I get that, sweetheart. Jesus, I hardly believe you’re real.” He laughed briefly before continuing, “When Michael talks about you now, I have to remind myself to behave.” The mention of Mike’s name made your eyes widen, you were lost in the effect Mr Afton had on you, it almost physically hurt to be slammed back into reality like that.

“Yeah, I can’t even look at him at the moment... He does this thing with his head as he listens to someone talking, like tilts it to the side. And you do exactly the same thing.” You looked down as you said the last part, unable to hide the slight smirk grazing your lips; seemingly knowing what you were referring to, he grinned.

“That’s why you’ve been avoiding him then?” Yeah, mate, that really isn't the half of why you've been staying away from Mike. “He’s been complaining after you all week... to be honest I think he’s got a little crush on you.” Eyeing you up as he spoke, he watched you rub your arm in awkwardness, bloody hell you were a sweet sight to see.

“I feel bad.” You somewhat explain, hands rising into a shrug. He moved closer to you slowly, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was about in the aisle behind the two of you, running his tongue between his lips before he spoke.

“Well...” he leaned down close to you and you gulped, the invasion of your personal space should have been unwelcomed, but it really wasn’t. Quite the opposite, you pressed your thighs together, the smell of him arousing you more than it should be possible.

He continued; his voice low “Do you feel guilty ‘cos you did something wrong? Or because you enjoyed it?” You laughed, almost in disbelief that he said that and that when he did you felt butterflies like an idiot. Squaring up to him nearly, you kept your eyes anywhere but his as you replied shortly.

“Both. But also because I’d do again.” He was very bloody close to you now, unable to help himself once you’d said that. He felt his cock twitch against the fabric of his trousers, the idea of fucking you again driving him near crazy.

“Oh. Would you now?” His breath stroking the side of your neck as he talked.

An old woman walking past the two of you towards the cereal aisle, reminded him of where he was and what he was doing: flirting hard with a lass half his age in a fucking Tesco, poor Ethel didn’t need to see this. He moved away from you and for a brief moment you forgot how to stand up on your own.

Checking the time on his watch, he smiled to himself. “Did you walk here?” He asked innocently enough, somewhere subconsciously you must have been able to tell where this was going, but it hadn’t been brought into the light yet.

“Yeah. I don’t live far away.” Your eyebrows narrowed as you answered, the important part of your brain not up to speed or grasping the relevance of this question.

“It's late, I’m giving you a lift.” It was a statement not a question and you giggled at his blatant excuse to get you alone.

“Do I have a choice?” “Nah. it’s dark out. I think.” he said smirking, craning his neck to try and see over the aisle divides to a window.

“They’re tinted windows, mate.” You laughed into the back of your hand. He nodded his head pulling a face that said, ‘yup I realise that...now’.

“Alright.” he grinned, voice reeking of mock offence. “And how was I supposed to know that, you minx?” You shrugged, still grinning at him. “Anyway, my point stands.”

“Isn’t this the same thing you did last time? Using my safety as a ploy to keep me around?” you enquired, doing your best to try and wind him up. It looked like it was working but in fact your cheekiness just made him want to pursue you more - he had exactly the same issue last time.

“Yeah, and you bit then too.” He winked at you, before beginning to push his trolley out of the aisle. You shook your head, hating that it was this easy for him to make you want to follow him. For fuck’s sake you barely knew him! This was something they warned you about as a kid, really not a good idea to get in strange men’s cars, especially when they evidently have an ulterior motive: and yet you were still going to, weren’t you.

When he was done checking out, he met you at the door to the shop with his bag. And you follow him like a lamb to his car. It was dark and he smirked at you smugly, a mouthed “I told ya '' on his lips made you giggle as you got in his front seat. He joined you, seconds later, and that familiar feeling of nervousness crept up your spine as you were in the confined space with him.

“Well, lovely. Where am I taking you?” He watched your face for reaction and you froze a bit, deer in headlights and all that.

“I should say: nowhere. And get out your car...” you think out loud, sitting up in your seat a bit, mock motioning to the door handle, which prompted him to press the lock button on the driver's side, rather dramatically, he just grinned, not even moving his gaze from you. Man, he’s something else, you think to yourself. Just blinking in response before you turned fully towards him in the seat, giggling mischievously.

“You’re kidnapping me?” you state, raising your eyebrows in feigned disapproval.

“I wouldn’t say that. It's more...” he paused thinking, half a smile on his face. “Smuggling. I’m not kidnapping you, just moving you from one place to another.” He ran a hand over the top of his head, chuckling, you really always had something to say. “

Ah that makes it okay then.” you say sarcastically, snickering at the look on his face. “But... stupidly I might ask if I can come to yours.” Your own audacity was really surprising you, not long-ago sharing floor with this man made you unable to string together a sentence; here you are now, a hair trigger away from saying ‘Oh aye mate, I’m after going to yours on the hope that you’ll shag the life out of me again.’

He didn’t say anything to you, just sniggered as he turned on his car and began making an exit. He’d really hoped that that would be your answer, God, he’d been banking on having you again, in truth there was a lot more he wanted to do to you, and he’d been thinking about it non-stop for the past fortnight.

The journey back to the Afton residence really wasn’t very long, only about 15 minutes due to the lack of traffic, the roads deader than that poor old Ethel in Tesco. As you began to recognise the familiar turn of the road, the stupid flitting butterflies came back; unlike last time this was a deliberate choice with the activity about to transpire on the table, in consequence you were practically buzzing with nerves just thinking about it.

The time in between stopping the car, taking the keys and unlocking the door, and Mr Afton cornering you in his bedroom passed in a blur, maybe it was the nerves, more likely though the arousal. Let’s face it, all your cards were known and neither of you could wait much longer.

You had so many comments to say about how boring his bedroom was, honestly it was like a showroom, no personality just bed, tv, drawers. It was very fucking clean too, you had a joke banging around in your head about his last encounter ending in a professional deep clean, but before you could demonstrate your comedic genius, your back was against the wall and his tongue was down your throat. You couldn't complain though, nor did you want to.

There was just something about how he kissed you that knocked the air from your lungs and filled your pretty little head with cotton wool; it was embarrassing really and part of you sort of hated him for being able to do that. So, in true stubbornness you elect that this time the bastard’s not bettering you. Pulling yourself away from him, he grunts slightly at the lack of contact, his arousal evident in front of you.

“Where do you think you're going?” His voice thick with restraint, it was taking a lot for him not to grab you right now. But there was something about the mischievous glint in your eye that made him hold on - at least for now.

“I hardly got to have a look last time. I’m doing it now.” you state, the ability to be clever gone. It was true, in your rush during your last meeting, you’d been too focused on yourself to get a proper gander at the bloke before you and there’s no time like the present.

Though your face felt hotter than the sun, you find the courage to start undressing him, unable to glance at the snug expression leering down at you.

“You just broke your own fucking clothes rule.” You couldn’t help but laugh, his voice was a bit too serious given what he was saying, but you suppose that’s understandable when you have what he’s thinking with in your hands. Moving to continue, he catches your arm. Clearly, he wasn’t joking about the rule because his hands are cold against your flesh, sliding under the fabric of your shirt, close enough to your waistband that your legs quiver slightly. Hooking the shirt, he pulls it from you, grinning at how your bravado had faltered a fair bit already and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Satisfied?” You ask, the grin on your face not nearly as brave as you wanted it. The way he was looking at your chest told you the answer already, he looked hungry, and the only thought bouncing around his brain was how crazy you were driving him.

Not letting him distract you too much, you slide your hands down his torso, eventually landing at his belt, which you soon pull free. With a hum of slight amusement from above you.

“God, you’re driving me fucking mental.” He half-moaned, breaking into a slight chuckle at the sight of you, it was disbelief. Honestly, he’d only popped out for some shopping.

Perhaps you’re enjoying playing with him a bit too much because before you can even get to your knees to take this ‘exploration’ further, you can feel your knickers clinging to your slick. You hadn’t even really seen it last time, he was big, almost intimidating, and for a moment you kneel looking at him, before slowly taking hold of his cock, smirking as you dare to look at his face.

Continuing with your agenda, you take the tip of his cock in your mouth and run your tongue over it, now able to taste the precum already there. The thought of him aroused just from seeing you at the shop made a pang of want chime through you.

As you became more confident with it, taking more of him, a firm hand grabbed hold of your hair - not guiding your movement exactly, but grounding himself. You weren’t able to take all of him, but you didn’t need to, your focus on his tip and simultaneous stroking with your hands was more than enough.

The groaning above you almost made you want to smile in a kind of dirty victory, but you keep focused on your task. You were a bit too good at this and not wanting to... ‘over-exert himself’ too soon, he pulls your head away, quickly bringing you to your feet.

“Did I offend?” you ask as he turns you from him, biting kisses down your back whilst experienced hands pull your clothes from you. It didn’t pass you by that doing so was somewhat considerate, the marks he was leaving wouldn’t be seen by anyone else, they were personal.

“Fuck, no.” he answered finally, through a smirk. He’d stripped you so fast it could have been a magic act and now you stood, naked, save for your panties. His fingers plied under the fabric and began toying with your abundance of wetness. God, you were fucking precious, your little mewls as he played with your clit, making his cock ache. Stiffening, as he changes the patterns he draws on your bundle of nerves, you feel the pressure of your high building, he was much too good at that. Pressing his fingers into your pussy from behind, your back arches involuntarily, the mix of his digits pulling slowly in and out of you and the mean biting kiss he burned into your hip was insane.

And before long you were so desperate that you pulled away from him with the intention of enticing him to you. But you didn’t have to, he grabbed you and turned you to face him, so quick that you giggled in his rush.

Letting him push you back onto the bed, you can’t manage to shift a stupid smile off your face.

“God, you’re fucking precious, you.”

You’re laying on your back and he kneels between your legs, not wanting to mess around any longer. The sight of your wet little cunt was too damn tempting and slowly stroking himself he rubs the tip of his cock between your folds, spreading your slick and laying a blanket of anticipation at the pit of your stomach.

So many dirty words were on his lips but before he could say any of them the clear sound of the front door slamming made both your heads turn. You look at him with half a grin and look back to the door to hear the sound of heavy feet clumping up the stairs: Michael was home.

Of course he fucking was, now of all times. Not 5 minutes earlier, not 5 minutes later, now. As his dad was teasing the dripping entrance of his best friend’s needy pussy. Both breathing heavily and fuming with his arrival.

You see the older man fold his lips between his teeth, an expression of unbelieving annoyance beginning to form. But you wanted it too much, and the idea of your mate being in his room was not enough to stop you raising your hips to feel William’s cock pressing against your hole.

A voice above you, makes you look up. “You don’t care that Michael’s home?” he teases, letting you continue rubbing against the length of his cock, having to battle with the urge to shove into you, as he knew just how thin the walls were in this shit house.

You laugh a little, “I’ll be quiet...” you try, voice as sweet as the arousal between your legs. A sudden hand grips your hips, pulling you up with ease, the tip of his dick pressing just inside you, enough to make you gasp.

“Not if I’m doing a good job, you won’t.” He laughs, thrusting halfway inside you, making you yelp in surprise, a hand flying to your own lips. “See?” He continues chuckling, but the feeling of your walls tight gripped around him, broke him down enough to thrust shallowly inside you. His hands holding your hips to keep you still whilst he did so, the image of your lip between your teeth testing his patience.

From in his adjacent bedroom, Michael’s head piques in doubt at what he was hearing, but the realisation of the low grunts of his father mixed with a steady whimper of a lass, made his jaw drop slightly in disgust and disbelief. He turns his tv up, trying to distract himself, shaking his head.

“I-I don’t... he won’t know it’s me...” You begin, your persuasion interrupted by the moans he plucked from your lips. “He’ll think you’ve got some random lady in here.” And that was enough for him.

Sold.

He pressed himself fully inside you, setting a slow but tantalising pace, his cock deep and brushing that fucking amazing spot inside you, that made you whine.

You’re so close already, all his teasing had paid off, and you find yourself gripping at his forearms, eager to taste your climax. Your fluttering walls give you away and the man above you smirks as he presses his thumb to your clit, circling it, slamming you into orgasm sharpish.

“Fuckin-” you start, lost in the pleasure that coursed through your veins. You felt so fucking tight around him like that, pulsing sporadically around his cock, fucking bliss. He groans, dragging your body forward, his hips rutting against yours, fucking you through your orgasm. Near addicted to it, he pulls you so far, your lower body completely off the bed, useless to do anything but accept the pace you were given which had become rough. The sound of the two of you was accompanied by skin slapping hard against skin, the lewd noise of your cunt taking what he gave you topping it all off. You were so fucked up already and couldn’t give less of a shit at that moment, only clawing at what parts of the man you could reach.

From across the room your phone buzzes unnoticed. Messages from Michael, relaying the events that you already, but shouldn’t have known. ‘Can’t fucking believe it’ - ‘my dad’s got some lass over and I can hear everything 😭’

God, you wanted to fucking cum again, rolling your hips to meet William's thrusts, trying his restraint. You were like a vice around him and the moaning was taking him over the edge. As much as it pained him, he pulled himself from you, grinning at your almost instant,

“What are you-”

He takes hold of you, picking you up from the bed and dragging you across the room, slamming your desperate body against a wall, your back to him. For a moment you’re confused, not exactly complaining, but confused.

“If he can hear it... he might as well hear it all.” he grunts into the back of your head. You’re about to protest this, but it's lost in your head when he presses back into you rough, fucking you dumb from behind. Everything else was gone, except the want to feel this man cum inside you. You were close yourself and the laboured groan against your skin, pushed you closer to your edge. His pace was hard, but becoming more erratic and greedy against you, the thump of his chasing clear as day on the other side of the wall.

“Fuck, I’m going to-” You didn’t really need to hear the rest, cutting him off with an eager plea for him to cum inside you. He presses you flush against the wall and you smash into your climax as he hits you just right, your flexing grip triggering his own. His pace stammers as he cums, each movement accented with a near animalistic grunt. Your eyes were wide at the feeling of his release inside you and beginning to trickle down the back of your leg.

He holds you there for a moment, before slowly pulling out, wanting to see just how pretty you looked with him dripping out of you. Turning to face him, you smirk, your face hot.

Seeing him looking at you thoughtfully, your brow raises,

“What?”

“We’re not done.”

God, long one there!

PS: sorry Michael, even I feel kinda bad about that lmao.

#fnaf william afton #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton fic #fnaf smut #william afton smut #william afton x you #fnaf 18+

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stormywitcher · 8 months

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So, I have just come home from Alton Towers (a theme park) and of course my autistic brain went a bit nuts in the queues so here is my take on what stormlight characters would do at a theme park lol:

Adolin: absolutely loves everything about the place, gets stupidly excited and practically runs from ride to ride, gets pissed off when the others don’t move fast enough and THERES ONLY A 15 MIN QUEUE SO COME ON LETS GO! he screams and whoops on rides and eats too many donuts and candy floss. yes he is sick at the end of it but so fuckin worth it.

Shallan: enjoys the vibes of the park, absolutely fascinated with how each area is themed and sketches in the queues. she’s more reserved on the rides than Adolin, but does laugh hysterically on them instead of screaming.

Navani: yes she enjoys the park, but is more interested how the rides work. Dalinar has to restrain her from asking a million questions to the ride staff. she goes on the odd ride but is usually quite quiet, focusing on the feeling of the mechanics. she has a secret love of shitty churros lol.

Renarin: fuck the theme park, only goes to please everyone else. it’s too loud, too many colours and there’s people everywhere. NO, ADOLIN, I WILL NOT GO ON THAT DEATH TRAP. he is the personal bag watcher while everyone else goes on. The only thing he does enjoy is the carnival games and is a weirdly good shot, so wins shit tons of stuffed toys.

Kaladin: tolerates the group holiday. went on one big ride, felt terrified and mildly sick and decided to only go on small ones after. weirdly loves water rides, gets fuckin so hyped on the river boat rapids. he wants to enjoy the day more, but can’t help worrying a bit every time the others are on a ride in case it goes wrong.

Jasnah: weirdly enjoys the park and actually lets loose a little. she appreciates the idea of creating false reality for entertainment, mixed with the cleverness and thrill of the rides. absolute control freak tho, and has a detailed map and schedule for the day.

Dalinar: activates full on Dad mode. has everyone drank enough? there’s a lot of walking, has everyone brought appropriate footwear? SHALLAN PUT SOME SUNCREAM ON OR SO HERALDS HELP ME. actually loves the rides tho, and follows all the rules of the park to the letter. sits next to Adolin on a ride once and ends up going nuts and screaming with him.

Hoid: disappears for periods of time and refinds the the group now and then. he hacks the arcade games and keeps coming back with more coins. no one questions it when one minute he’s sat on a ride next to them and the next he’s suddenly not there…

Thats all I’ve got, but please feel free to reblog/tag with more characters lol, or to add to this ahahahhaha!

#mossy thoughts #fanfic #stormlight archive #brandon sanderson #kaladin stormblessed #cosmere #adolin kholin #shallan davar #dalinar kholin #navani kholin #jasnah kholin #renarin kholin #kholin #stormlight headcannon #way of kings #words of radiance #oathbringer #rhythm of war

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rosedominatesyou · 8 months

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Bedtime Stories w/ Rose

ੈ✩‧˚ In The Clouds ‧˚ੈ✩

(Bedtime Story #4)

Hello again my little pups. Mommy is here with another tale to help ease you to sleep. It isn’t as exciting as the last ones but maybe that’ll help make your eyes heavy anyway. Keep this in your likes until you’re cozy and ready for bed. 💗

Before reading: Although I wish I could tell you all the names of the beautiful places I went to in this story, I’ve withheld certain details out of respect for my own privacy.

Everyone in my life knows how much I love birds. That’s sorta my main personality trait. Their imagery is everywhere, and you’ll start to understand why when you look a little deeper. Here’s what’s been captivating my thoughts lately, besides all of you. I hope you enjoy.

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Please make a queue of the following 2 songs: “Fill Into Me” by Anju, and “Slow Dancing - Hazel Remix” by Aly & Aj.

Both therapists I’ve ever had at some point said to me, “It sounds like you know what all your problems are.”

As the person experiencing them/inflicting them upon myself, yeah, I knew exactly what was happening to me, but isn’t the point of sharing your feelings and negative actions with someone else supposed to make you want to be a better person? To let you hear those things out loud so that you’d want to change?

I didn’t think I was going to, and after talking to professional help, even they seemed conflicted if maybe I was just making it all up for the drama. Maybe I really was the cause of my own misery.

I was tired of it all, even if at the time I couldn’t stop myself. There was a person in my life that I’m not ready to talk about that really fucked me over and changed the way I think. It was 2020, and with everything going on in the world, all I wanted was to hang on to a friend. They left. And they were the only friend I had.

It was late into the evening at my current job, but back then I used to work nights. I was walking through the part of the warehouse that has all of our truck receiving docks when I heard a familiar sound, the little chirps of baby birds.

They had built the nest years ago inside one of the truck docks, and year after year they came back and rebuild it in the same spot. If you roll up the doors to let a truck driver in, the birds would get scared and fly deep into the warehouse, typically not finding their way out.

I stood there, alone late one night, staring up at the little nest that was caked to the side of the cement wall. I have no idea what kind of bird that is, I remember thinking to myself. I knew what a dove was, they used to nest every year at my childhood home, but these little birds were something totally different. I realized at that moment that I didn’t know jack-shit about birds, and they are everywhere. It sorta hit me harder than I thought it was going to.

If you can’t tell by my lead-up to this story, I was looking for something to captivate my thoughts - something to make me stop thinking about that friend that left me hurt and used.

Asking myself about the little birds that evening made me go to a book store on my next day off and buy a pocket field guide to the birds in my area. I read the whole thing cover to cover. I hadn’t absorbed a book like that in a long time. So many amazing variations with such unique range maps, plumage, and living habits.

If you were curious (and my hint about the description of their nest didn’t give it away), the birds that I see at my work are Barn Swallows.

I was hooked. I purchased some more detailed field guides and started joining groups online that were into birdwatching. “Birders” as they call themselves, people in my own town were posting the most beautiful pictures I’d ever seen, with captions that described the exact species down to the Latin name and seasonal variety.

I wasn’t even planning on going out the day that I did. I wanted to try to take some pictures like I had been seeing in my group. I had a camera, but nothing like what some of the people were sporting. I also had no clue where to go; sure you can just go walk around anywhere, but where was I likely to see the most? Basically at random with no input from my group, I picked a local reservoir to drive out to.

I was shaking as I got out of the car at the first ever ‘birding’ location i’d go to, feeling nauseous as I set up my camera. “This is stupid this is stupid you look like a creep this is so stupid,” I couldn’t help repeating to myself out loud as I began down the first walking path I saw.

My own words work, making me turn around suddenly and go back to the car. There’s barely anyone around but the 2 or 3 people who glance across to me is too much to bear. My hands could hardly put the lens cap back on because of how much I was trembling.

You drove all the way here, I try to encourage myself as I conceal my body behind the open trunk, other people do it. Just go walk around.

I stop putting everything away and just stand there for a second, breathing and feeling.

You wanted this.

I get my dslr back out, the lens attached to it being the biggest one I owned: 200mm. I had gotten it as a present many years ago, and loved taking pictures around my house, but had never taken my camera with me out in public. Something about walking around with it in my hands made me feel so out of place, but I tried to just push past that and start walking again.

Unknown to me back then, the location and time of year I picked were both rather dismal. The lake was desolate of animal life. If there aren’t any fish, rodents, or trees to perch on, birds won’t be attracted. It was also summer, and though that may seem like a good time of year for a person, the best time to witness a large variety of birds is during their two migrations each year: spring and fall. Most birds, besides natives that stay year round, have already settled into their northern territories for the Summer. I live in California, and while we are blessed with an insane number of species, we are also basically just a giant highway for birds traveling between their summer territories in Canada/Alaska, and their wintering nesting sites in Mexico/South America.

When I got home from my first outing and took a look at my pictures, I was very disappointed. Most were too dark, too far away, or way too blurry to make anything out. The only birds I managed a decent photo of were a Western Bluebird pair, but even then I was not happy with what I had taken. I was being too hard on myself, expecting a lot out of a person who was just starting out something new.

Two days later I went to a local camera store and bought a 300mm lens. Not a huge difference, but my confidence became more noticeable in the shots I took the next few outings.

The songs I had you add to a queue are just a couple that I would listen to when out birding. Calming, peaceful songs, i naturally always hear birds chirping and grasses swaying in the wind overlapping with the music while I listen now.

The feeling of discovering birds was overwhelming. I’d see something new and my heart would race so fast. It felt like falling in love. My feet would start to run without looking down as my eyes remained glued on the bird in my vision.

One time my partner Jamie and I were out at a wildlife reserve when we saw what we thought was a Golden Eagle. The massive raptor was dark overall and was calling loudly as it soared above us. We ran down the winding paths, loosing sight of it and only being able to follow the bird by the shrill call it made overhead.

Finally we found it again, perched on a tree that hung sideways over a cliff. The sun was shinning right on its face and I started snapping away, taking shot after shot of the magnificent bird. It didn’t like how long we were watching it, and took off while I continued to take pictures.

Ecstatic with what we had seen, I quickly uploaded the photos to the group I’m in asking if I was correct with what I thought.

Many people chimed in right away to let me know that, even though they were great pictures, the bird in the photos was actually just a Red-Tailed Hawk.

RTH’s, as their name is abbreviated, are the most abundant hawks in North America, and are also the most easily mistaken for another raptor. The specific bird I had seen was a large, dark-morph female, meaning her plumage was a much darker brown than most buteo’s.

The thrill of going out birding was something my heart craved so heavily the more and more I did it. I’d get so excited to come home and look through my pictures, trying to see if I caught any new species and if I could figure out what its name was. It felt a lot like Pokémon and filling up my Pokédex. ☺️

The field guides weren’t enough, I wanted to know more. I now had a better understanding of the seasons, and knew I had to wait out the summer until I’d see the next migration. I bought two books off of Amazon: a cute little yellow book called “Birdpedia” that has hundreds of quick facts about all things avian lore, and a novel/memoir called “H is for Hawk” by Helen Macdonald.

Helen’s book would launch me into a reading craze like I’ve never felt before, buying bird book after bird book, reading them within a few weeks and moving on to another. I had never been one to read very much (not unless you count manga), so to feel myself still craving more words was a very new feeling. Here’s a list of a few more books I’d recommend if you’re interested, they’re my favorites:

‘Bird Brother’ by Rodney Stotts. Very relatable slice of life from a person who never thought he’d write a book, or own raptors.

‘The Falcon Thief’ by Joshua Hammer. True crime novel meets bird study in this gripping story about a detective who’s after a man wanted for stealing endangered eggs.

‘Red-Tails in Love’ by Marie Winn. You gotta really like birds and reading to get through this one; a woman’s true account of her observations in New York’s Central Park, along with the other birders who accompany her.

Including all of my field guides (mostly local but I have one about Japan!), I’ve read 16 books that have something to do with falconry. My brain is truly stuffed with bird lore. Upon making the poll about this bedtime story, two of you asked me to tell you a bird fact. 🤭 Here’s what I told them, my go-to bird fact:

All avian species had many goals during their evolutionary periods, but nothing like their need to be more aerodynamic. Their quest to be lighter led them to lose a few organs over time that mammals couldn’t imagine living without, including the bladder! That is why it seems like birds poop completely at random, it is truly because they have no way to hold it.

Second special fun fact, people always ask me, “What’s your favorite kind of bird?!” and that’s a hard one because I love all of them so much, but I like to say it’s the Blue-Gray Gnatcatcher since I can almost perfectly mimic their mating call. 😋

Over several months, I added more equipment to my build. I got a Sigma AF 600mm lens, as well as a teleconverter, a small attachment that goes between the camera and the lens to double the distance of whatever you’re shooting. Now I was able shoot 1200mm! I could see the blood on the beak of a hawk from half a mile away.

Birding trips would take me and Jamie all across California, going to every state park and wildlife reserve we could to see what kinds of birds were there. We’d bring picnic lunches and listen to music before starting our hikes. Eventually I bought a second Nikon off of some lady that I met up with in a Five Bellow parking lot, wanting to have a second camera for landscape shots.

I still love going out and taking pictures, though the newbie excitement I used to feel has since died down. The joy of closing your eyes and taking a deep breath of fresh air as you listen to all the birds around you is a peace I would want anyone to feel. It’s my favorite way to exist.

I know this one was a bit of a boring read this time, so as a reward for getting through it, here’s some of the pictures that I’m most proud of 🥰 Please note, they all have been cropped to remove my artist’s signature:

The photo of the Western Bluebird pair from my first ever outing.

2. Red-winged Blackbird. Proof that the 200mm lens can absolutely get you a good shot if the subject is close enough. This guy landed on a branch less than 10 feet away from me.

3. Cedar Waxwings. If you’re familiar with these regal-looking birds, then you can probably hear how loud this photo is 🤭

4. White-faced Ibis. One of the first shots I had taken with my 300mm lens.

5. Red-shouldered Hawk. A sub-species of the RTH, this RSH is seen covered in dew on a cold, early January morning. 600mm.

6. And finally, my favorite picture that I’ve ever taken, this is a first summer Pygmy Nuthatch, seen here with a beak full of grubs that it was bringing back to it’s siblings in the nest. 1200mm.

That’s the end of our story. Thank you so much for reading ❤️ Please let Momma about what you think of the story and the pictures. 🤭

Sweet dreams 💋 xoxo

~'*•.¸♡¸.•*'.・。゜✭・.・✫・。.'*•.¸♡¸.•*'~

#rosebtstory #enjoy my puppies 💋

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Could you do a jack hughes image where your like in a established relationship and your Quinn’s best friend but like the relationship is secret and then Quinn finds out and it’s just like Funny?

hehe🤭

NOT SO SECRET NOW, HUH?

Having a secret relationship with your best friend's younger brother was scary. Point blank. Having to sneak around, sharing kisses in the night or having to refrain from touching.

It was difficult. But it was the adrenaline that came from it that made it worth it. Thinking about being caught. Having to be quiet when going to his room. It was exhilarating. Until, the thrill came to an end.

I was over the Hughe's house for a couple days over the summer. Jack was about to come home from a long roadie and I had to act nonchalant about it, as if I wasn't about to jump up and down because he was finally here. It had been months since I've last seen him. He's been traveling since March and it's June now.

The weather has gotten nicer and I've been spending some time with my other friends and working while the Hughes were traveling for their games. So I wasn't completely lonely during that time.

Quinn had time off for about a month and Jack would be off for around 2 months. So that meant more time with him. And I was ecstatic.

It was around 6pm when Jack finally arrived home. He arrived through the front door with his bags in hand and grey sweatpants on. Quinn jumped up to greet his little brother with the guy equivalent of a hug and the moment quickly ended once Jack came into the living room and saw me. I hid a really big smile and waved as I sat with my legs crossed. My shorts were riding up my legs and I didn't realize it till his eyes went down to them. We kept eye contact for a bit and he smiled wide, showing his teeth. Quinn unfortunately noticed the encounter and stood with his mouth agape.

My eyes widened as I looked behind Jack to Quinn and Jack turned around slowly. I couldn't see Jack's face but I could see Quinn's. It seemed he was finally connecting the dots.

"Wait." He said, pointing between the two of us. We both looked like kids caught with their hand in the cookie jar after their mother told them specifically not to eat anymore. Wide eyed and fearing the worst, I sunk into the couch, hoping it would save me from this horribly awkward moment.

"So you two.. have been... DATING?!"

Jack nodded slowly and turned his head to look at you with a panicked expression. I, too, panicked and shrugged with my hands fittering.

"I thought I told you my best friend was off limits, Jack. You broke the guy code." He didn't sound all that upset as he did when he yelled just moments before and I took that as my queue to stand up and slowly walk over beside Jack. He and I shared looks as I slowly wrapped my arm around his.

Quinn's eyes practically bulged and he sighed loudly.

"Seriously?! I told you not to date her, and what do you do? You date her! How long have you guys been seeing each other."

We both hesitated, sending looks to each other and glancing his way as if to say, "No, you do it" "You do it!"

I finally sighed and whispered. "A year and 3 months."

"You've been dating since I introduced you two? Oh my god!" He facepalmed and ran his hands down his face. I tried to refrain from making eye contact with Jack but I turned my head to see his face and he was looking at me already, his lips quirking up at the end.

I scratched my neck awkwardly. "Look, Quinn, we didn't tell you because we thought you'd react badly. We didn't want things to be awkward or weird."

"Either way, I was gonna find out! And it was going to be weird! Y- you're my best friend and he's my younger brother!"

Quinn suddenly started pacing back and forth and I started backing up with Jack.

"Have you guys— done it?" He asked slowly. The silence was painful as I looked everywhere but him. I assumed Jack was doing the same as he cleared his throat.

Quinn gaped like a fish, his mouth opening and closing but no words coming out.

"Y'know what, whatever. It's fine. I don't want to see you pregnant," He pointed at me. "Or you, breaking her heart and getting her pregnant because if you do I'm going to take your hockey stick and beat you with it!" He practically yelled in Jack's face with his finger pointed and I laughed quietly. I quickly put a hand over my mouth once Quinn looked at me and swallowed.

He then turned and walked out of the room, leaving the two of us flabbergasted.

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #quinn hughes #nhl imagine

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rockingrobin69 · 1 year

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In the Frothing

“He comes by every week.”

“Wow,” Draco said, twisting the dial with a snarl, “that must mean something. Every week, to a coffee shop? One could almost think… oh no. What if—he may be an addict.”

All right, maybe he deserved the rolled tea towel to the back of the head. But come on, how much more of this was he supposed to endure? All his colleagues thought themselves mini detectives, of the French, moustachy kind, ever-observant and all-knowing. They didn’t know shit. And they didn’t know him.

“He only ever comes when you’re working,” Mary insisted, snatching the barely-ready cup out of Draco’s hands. “He always leaves a very generous tip.”

“Yes, yes, he’s somewhat of a saint.”

“And he always sits at the closest table.”

“Perhaps,” Draco thrust down the next tray so loud she jumped, “perhaps I am an escaped convict. And he, a law enforcement officer trailing me around the world.”

Mary quirked an eyebrow, but remained silent. Chewed her lip for a moment before bursting. “Pfft, you? An escaped convict? With those cheeks?” Draco was so shocked, he didn’t even flinch when she pinched one said cheek. “Right, we need another latte.”

He swallowed the array of insults he was too stunned to let out, and made a latte as told. “I’m—not a nice man,” was all he managed, and even that cost a great deal in froth. The latte was ruined. Never mind.

“You don’t have to be nice to go on a date,” Mary huffed, albeit delicately. “With a good-looking guy who just happens to like your scrawny, thirsty ass.”

Right. Delicacy went out the window, he supposed. “I don’t… you don’t understand. He knows me. Has known me forever. And I wasn’t always…” he didn’t know how to explain it. I used to be the worst human being you could possibly imagine? I was a child, and he my nemesis, and we hated each other to our very bones? We suffered at the same hands, and managed to have entirely different traumatic experiences?

“Draco…”

Shit. Shit, shit, there was a reason he didn’t get into this at work, a reason he kept to himself and didn’t allow the others’ theories of Potter—

“Draco.”

“What?”

“He’s—here.”

Shit.

His non-moustached pet-detective was right. There came Potter, straight to them, straight to—shit—where Draco was gaping, over-frothing the next bloody cappuccino. Whatever. No one came here because they expected good coffee.

“Malfoy,” he greeted, pleasant as always.

Mary was grinning behind the till, the cow. “What can I get you?”

“Malfoy knows my order,” Potter said. Draco could murder him.

“Flat white, triple shot, oat milk.” He hated himself for knowing it. “Just—move, let me type it.” For all he knew, Mary would try and give Potter a discount. As if he ever paid for his coffee.

“I’ll just be at the back,” she sang, eyebrows flying everywhere with a vengeance. Leaving the two of them alone. Potter leaned against the counter, watching Draco at the coffee machine as though it were the most riveting sight.

“So…” he fiddled with a plastic lid. “How’s it going?”

Draco closed his eyes. Then opened when the milk started spluttering. “I’m a little busy.”

“Of course, of course.” But he wouldn’t get off the counter, and wouldn’t stop staring. “I’ve just come from another briefing. You are currently in Romania, somewhere in the Carpathians, it seems. Living with an injured, wild dragon.”

“Sounds like me,” Draco mumbled into the cup.

“That’s what I thought. They’re not going to send anyone—I’ve convinced them it’d be unwise. In case you, you know, managed to train it or something.”

“Uh, is anyone—”

“I’ll be right with you,” Draco said through gritted teeth to the suit at the queue. Then spared a half-smile to Potter. “I am somewhat of a natural. With bloodthirsty wild animals.”

He made a sound, not unlike choking. “Yes. So… that’s only to say, I think you’re okay. For now.”

“How very gallant of you to inform me.” Draco placed the cup on the tray and pushed it towards the bloody git. “Here’s your drink. Don’t you dare leave a tip this time. Everybody already suspects.”

“Suspect—what, exactly?” an interesting development, rosy-coloured high on his cheeks.

“That you’re… I don’t know. Something mad. That you fancy me, or something.” The way Potter’s mouth opened should have been unattractive, was certainly alarming. “Not that—it’s only because, well, you’re English too, and you keep coming, and… shit, it’s not—”

“I, er,” Potter didn’t take the coffee, but didn’t move away either. “I’d… I mean. Suppose it’s not so mad for them to think that.”

“It is,” Draco assured him. The queue in front of the till now consisted of four people. He didn’t look in their direction. “Entirely mad.”

“Not mad. C’mon, Malfoy.”

“You ‘come on’.”

“I just—” his hand sent forward, but didn’t make it. Draco backed away so fast he bumped into the coffee machine, set the steam growling. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—sorry.”

“You can’t just…”

“Excuse me?”

“He’ll be right with you!” Potter shouted the loudest. Draco closed his eyes again, unclenched his fists.

“We can’t talk here. It’s not…”

“You’re right. How about I meet you after your shift? Ends at five, right? I’ll come pick you up. We’ll go for a—”

“If you say coffee, I’ll strangle you.”

Potter, for whatever reason, laughed. “Dinner then. If that’s—is that okay?”

“Yes!” said a voice that wasn’t Draco’s. Mary was back, still grinning like an idiot. “Yes, he’ll go out with you. Five thirty, wear something slutty. What? You know you’d have said yes.”

“Would… would you?”

It was the uncertainty that made him speak. That look on Potter’s face, damn it. “Fine. Half five then. Don’t be late.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Draco ran to the backroom, before Mary got the chance to drown him in ‘I told you so’s.

#drarry #1k #coffee shop au #kind of #escaped convict? draco? beats me #meddling friends #pining and the lot of it #drarry fic #rockingrobin69

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Early MCYTblr Interviews: conarcoin

today's interviewee is conarcoin, runner in the 2020 MCYTblr elections, founder of gay castle, mod on the mcytblr-confessions blog, and MCYTblr veteran! below is a transcript of the questions and answers.

Q: You’ve been in MCYTblr for a long time, and participated in a lot of MCYTblr events, so let’s work our way through them. Can you tell me a bit about what 2020-2021 MCYTblr was like for you, or anything that immediately comes to mind when you think of it?

A: 2020-2021 MCYTblr was a shithole, but it was a shithole I made some really good friends in and I don't regret that period at all. I regret some stupid posts I made, sure, but overall? Nah. 2020 MCYTblr was always filled with drama as it was a transitional period - it was primarily made up of what we now call "truthers" and the scattered remnants of SMPblr, and that sort of caused a culture clash. I'm immediately reminded of the time I got into a huge drama for having the url "transtubbo" in 2020, which one ex-SMPblr user was not fond of. Also a lot of posts made by straight up weirdos like that one infamous "sex god whore" post.

(the url "transtubbo" was not a truthing thing, but a DSMP thing, but this was a time when truthers were still everywhere in MCYTblr and the divide between RP and real life wasn't as clear, which is how I ended up in hot water)

Q: I understand that you started and ran the “gay castle” discord server. Why was it created? What was your experience running it?

A: Gay Castle's still alive and well after 3 years. Me and a friend made the server in September 2020 due to being tired of the drama in another server we were in called Sleepyheads. It's a personal friend server, so we just invited people we thought were chill to hang out and have some laughs. I honestly would call Gay Castle my internet family, they're a wild bunch and we've had so many great times over the past 3 years.

Q: What was it like running the mcytblr-confessions blog? Do any confessions stand out to you from memory?

A: mcytblr-confessions is the child of me and like 10 or so other members of Gay Castle. The experience is mostly mundane, just queueing and deleting asks. We do get a lot of asks that get deleted due to breaking the rules and such, but it hasn't been particularly drama-filled or anything. There's way too many confessions that stand out to me, but personal favorites of mine will always include the Foolish peas anon, the Highcraft church anon, and the one about AustinShow calling anon Greg instead of their actual name.

Q: If my memory serves, you ran in the October 2020 MCYTblr elections. Who did you run as? What was your experience being a part of it?

A: I did, alongside a friend at the time who went by Fakenoblade. I don't remember too many details from that period of time. We ran as "Potato2020" and didn't get very far but we had fun. Cecilia (bless her heart, we're still mutuals even though we don't talk often) can do a really good Technoblade impression, so in call we had her say some funny lines that we edited into a promotional campaign video. Fun stuff.

Q: Are there any other events that stand out to you?

A: The day a bunch of content creators joined in 2021, mostly smaller ones. That was around the same time I became friends with Erin (@itselectralive), who is still one of my closest friends to this day and an absolute sweetheart. She got me onto a SMP she helped run called Balls SMP, which crashed and burned, but I had fun and met some cool people.

Q: Do you remember any of the main discourses/dramas that went through the community?

A: Apologist discourse, obviously. I didn't engage with it - I honestly didn't care for either c!Tommy or c!Dream - but it's hard to avoid it. Shipping discourse and boundary discourse. Honestly, I can't remember anything more specific besides the more general dramas.

Q: What do you remember most fondly from that time?

A: Honestly? Just early Gay Castle and also liveblogging the L'Manberg Election. That night was so much fun, one of the most vivid memories of that time period I have.

Q: Is there anything else you’d like to add?

A: You guys should watch SMPLive. Not really, it's aged like piss and several creators ended up being freaks but it's still got a lot of funny jokes and interesting lore (believe it or not). From what I have seen, its fandom is the root of a lot of MCYT fandom's most obnoxious behaviors, but the people who are left and still care about it are really cool. It turned 5 this month!

#early mcytblr interviews #Volume 8 #conarcoin

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Mega Con London BTS Recap

Since this is a more personal recap of MegaCon London (and a bit of a comparison with Back to the Musical World con by Dream It), I didn't include it in the JATP info dump from yesterday.

BTTMW backstory

Let's do some backstory first. As you may know, the official JATP cancellation was announced at the first Back to the Musical World con back in 2021. I wasn't there for multiple reasons including Covid but also I just got into the fandom and it felt weird. I'm socially awkward - I cannot look into people's eyes, I stutter - especially when talking English - or ramble and I struggle to just touch strangers which is not helpful for photo ops.

So what I was supposed to do there? These people are actors - strangers I have nothing to do with. They aren't the characters I've fallen in love with. Yeah, not my thing, I thought.

However, when the BTTMW2 got announced, I was like 'You know, let's go to just show the cast how much you loved the show'. It was supposed to give me some closure. So I went.

And while the con was a fucked-up disaster in terms of organization and schedule - on Sunday, Charlie signed autographs until 10 pm, and Owen would have done the same if his mom hadn't cut off his line. (On that note: Never mess with a German mom protecting her kid. You'll lose.) But meeting the cast was an entirely different experience. I'd never interacted with them before, so I was anxious as fuck. However, they were so nice and considerate - and seeing them goof around was just adorable.

(And this pic is still one of my fav pics ever.)

And not just the cast. I met so many amazing people there who are now my friends. Big shoutout to them!

So, despite my hatred for Dream It, I went to BTTMW4 (and thankfully it was less chaotic than BTTMW2). But I was also determined to go to MegaCon bc I knew Jeremy wouldn't come back to Paris. (Unlike the other JATP cast members, he's done plenty of other cons before and knows that you shouldn't be so drained that require alcohol to make it through the day.)

BTTMW vs MegaCon London

So, just in general: MegaCon was clearly the better experience.

Firstly, it was cheaper than DI. Much cheaper.

(Note 1: The * prices are from 2022 since Jeremy wasn't at BTTMW4. In 2023, the photo with Madi, Owen & Charlie was already €180. All four would have been over €200 for sure.

Note 2: The prices for MegaCon were originally in £. The price in € is what I paid according to my credit card.

Note 3: Even though not 100% accurate: € = $)

Obviously, Charlie canceled later. But I automatically got a refund. So bonus for MegaCon.

Unlike with Dream It, you were allowed to film and take pictures everywhere, which was cool. And since the panels were exclusively in English, you actually got way more content. The panels were also much longer, and it seemed like the cast was more at ease. For example, Owen started to play body drums on stage, and he initiated the boomshakalaka without being drunk. This is such an incredibly sad thing to say, but I've never seen him that relaxed during a panel.

Also, shoutout to the many fans that were at the Saturday panel. According to the hist, it was the largest crowd they had on Saturday. (If MegaCon had been smarter and had announced the Sunday panel before the people got their passes, it would have had a huge audience, too.)

The autographs ran smoothly, and there was always a queue, which was good bc Own confirmed that it was Jeremy who convinced MegaCon to invite him and Charlie. (Madi got invited later - I assume after people haunted them on IG about her.) MegaCon was wary about it bc they had no idea if the cast was worth the money. I hope the audience on Saturday, the lines for the autographs, and the massive delays at the photo studio caused by the JATP fans (and technical issues) convinced them.

Side note: After Charlie canceled, I got an email from MegaCon. And obviously, I know they just used some phrases to placate us. But I still hope they meant it when they wrote,

MegaCon, you won't read this. But if you get them again, I'll be there!

(And again shoutout to the amazing people I met in London. To my fellow German tumblr friends: I loved meeting you guys and hanging out with you!)

So the only thing that wasn't great were the photo ops. Yeah, most of the Saturday photos are terrible bc of the fucked-up lighting, and due to technical issues, there were so many delays. (Though to be fair, BTTMW also had issues with photo ops.)

So overall, I genuinely enjoyed MegaCon, and I'm very excited to head off to Dublin on Saturday to give Jeremy the birthday card. To all the people who signed it: THANK YOU!

Some other random things that don't fit anywhere

Not Owen assuming that Deutsche Bahn must always be on time bc Germans are always on time. Bro, I know it's been a while since you visited Germany ... but please, that was mean.

When I gave him ghostie!Willie, Owen told me how much his family loves the little ghosties 🥹🥹🥹 (which explains why his dad was in my IG stories after he posted the pic of the ghosties.)

It's random, but this con was so much more balanced in terms of fans. I remember fans being kinda uninterested in Jeremy at the BTTMW - some fans even got angry at him bc he refused certain poses. At MegaCon, the interest was equally split between those three, and it made me happy.

Here's the lovely ghost merch I bought at MegaCon. Obviously, the pride ghost and the skateboard ghost are Willex, the couple is Juke, and the ghosts with the kitty and the one with the pumpkin are both Reggie! (I talked to the guys running the stalls, and they were so baffled about all the JATP fans - a few Fantoms came over from the US and Canada just for this con.)

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp cast #personal

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