#they decided to do another concert the day before at the same venue

[eyesxxyou]

Backstage Show Pt.2

★🎸 {} .. hobie brown x groupie!reader

rating. m

word count. 3k

synopsis. after a show, you and hobie fine yourself an an alley for a little fun. little do you know, you have an audience

or

hobie fucks you in an alley in front of paparazzi

🍒・．❕warnings. exhibitionalism (sex in backalley of venue), p in v sex, unprotected sex not advised, clothed sex, anal fingering (f receiving), ass eating, fingering, public sex, degradation, little bit of a size kink, hobie has a bit of a god) superiority complex, y/n is a group who'd do anything for her idol, bit of a power dynamic fr, this is a bit toxic but gets sweet at the end y'all so hold on

backstage show pt.1 | backstage show pt.3

If you told yourself a couple of months ago that you’d be the Hobie Brown’s fuck buddy, following him around while he tours, always there with open arms, open legs, and an open mouth, you would have called yourself delusional and admitted yourself into a mental hospital. But here you were, in the backstage VIP section watching the show from the best seats in the venue.

You had no idea why Hobie’s kept you around for this long. Compared to others, in your own opinion, you weren’t all that unremarkable. You were pretty, but not the prettiest, good at sex but not the best. But you could only truly narrow it down to your devotion to him. You worshiped him like a god, kissed the very ground he walked on. Maybe he liked the attention, the way he could always be sure that you’d do absolutely anything he asked of you.

You met up with him at every one of his shows, both before and after and depending on whether you fucking him before or after the show (usually before so he could steal your panties and keep them in his pocket while on stage as a "good luck token"), you'd hang out with him and his bandmates, smoking pot and throwing back shots while they recall stories of their earlier days on the road, just the 4 of them and their old van.

His bandmates took you in as an unofficial member of the band without so much as a hitch. A band member they all took turns flirting with but a member nonetheless.

After the show, The Mary Janes came backstage and you rushed to Hobie to praise him over his performance. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands came to support you by grasping your waist. He kissed you feverishly, the rush and exhilaration of the concert still coursing through his veins and screaming to get out in any way possible. The way his tongue stroked yours told you neither of you would get far before his cock would be bullying its way inside your greedy pussy.

“You did so good.” You murmured against his thick lips, your tongue pressed against his lip piercing. “You looked so sexy.” Hobie nipped at your bottom lip and set you down. “I would’ve gone betta if I saw tha’ pretty face of yas out in the crowd.” It it was decided then that there would be no watching from backstage from you, you’d sit at the front of the crowd because Hobie couldn’t perform his very best without seeing his girl.

“Fuck the rest of us then.” Eli, the drummer, muttered snarkily under his breath as a joke. You turned around to look at him in his heterochromatic eyes and slapped his chest as he towered over you. “Not fucking you, am I? I can only handle one pretty face at a time.”

Another band member, Cass, with his locs up in a ponytail and fiddling with his guitar, hummed. “Ya could be though.” They often made jokes about Hobie letting them share you and each time he had the same response. “I don’ like to share wha’s mine.” He’ll eat in front of them but they’ll never get any of the food.

Hobie tapped your ass in the booty shorts you were wearing. “You ready to head out, luv? We gotta go through the back or one of us is gonna get trampled.” He grabbed you by the waist with a possessiveness that told his mate to back off or someone’s head is getting bashed in with a guitar and pulled you into him. He didn’t even have to ask, you were willing to go whenever he was, wherever he was. “Yeah, let’s go.”

The two of you said your goodbyes to his bandmates and made your way through thebackstage to get to the back exit. Hobie kept teasing you along the way, walking with his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of the slutty little shorts you had on, his teeth nipping at the soft, supple flesh of your neck, leaving small bruises where his teeth violated your innocence.

Once you two breached out of the door, Hobie spun you around and pressed you up against the heavily graffitied wall with his lips on yours and his tongue in your mouth, coaxing moans from you which he swallowed as if it were the only sustenance in the world.

“Ma pretty girl.” He cooed into your mouth as he nipped at your tongue . “Always righ’ there fa me. Always down fa anytin’.” His fingers fiddled with the button to your shorts for a moment before undoing them and pulling the useless piece of fabric down just enough to gain access to your pussy. “‘M gonna fuck you righ’ here in this alley, all’em fans just down the way. Anyone can see us. And you’re gonna let me, aren’t ya?”

You nod feverishly, looking up at him as you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth. You could hear people walking by, chanting Hobie’s name in hopes that it might coax him to come out and greet them. Anyone one of them could walk right by and see him fucking you stupid and you didn’t care. Not as long as you were the one he was fucking.

“Turn aroun’.” He grabbed you and forced you to turn around. You braced yourself against the wall with your hands, your ass perked out and your back arched, revealing your pussy and asshole to him to use as he pleased through a brand new set of nylon stockings.

Hobie slapped your ass hard, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing off the walls loudly. He wanted to see how much noise he could get away with before someone noticed, not caring if anyone rounded the corner and saw the two of you fucking under the flickering light of the alley. He wanted someone to see your depravity, the way you were so irrationally dedicated to him, the way you’d do anything for him.

He brute forced his way through your stocking, tearing a hole big enough for him to get to your pussy. “No panties? Wha’ a bad girl.” He spanked you again and you yelped at the sting of it, his hand undoubtedly left a print against your ass.

Hobie got down on his knees in behind you, his large, calloused, rough hands spreading your ass to further expose your delicacies. Your pussy was slick with your arousal, no need for preparation. "So wet already, baby. My performance go' you all hot and bothered, then?" His voice was warm against your core and you whined and whimpered with choking words of something of agreement. His performance always got you hot and bothered. There was something both so chaotic yet sensual about the show he put on. If anyone could give Hobie anything, they'd say he certainly had stage presence.

Hobie coaxed his fingers between the warmth of your cunt before easing a single long, slender finger into you. Your silky walls clamped down around the digit in desperation for any stimulation. "Hobie~" you sang his praises as he fucked his finger in and out of you. He wish he had something to record this so he could put it into a song but alas, something like that would have to wait.

Then he added another finger, curling his fingers against your silken walls. "'m pretty girl." He almost sang, fingering you nice and hard with his tongue and lips against your asshole, eating you out in a far different way than you ever expected. He ate your ass easily, languidly, all lips and tongue breaching the tight rim of your ass just a little. "Relax, babe, relax."

You listen to his command despite the anxiety of the crowd whose edges were slowly crawling it's way nearer to the alley as more people added themselves to the awaiting crowd. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and forced your body to relax a little for him. You loosenedd up in accordance, making it easier for Hobie to finger fuck you and sloppily make out with your second hole.

His fingers massaged that soft spot within you, his tongue on your ass sending soft jokes of pleasure to your core as he abused your spot mercilessly. He spat on you like you were nothing but an object of her pleasure, making it known that he was doing all this for him, not for you. Hobie paused a moment and pulled his face back, watching a glob of his saliva run down from your ass to your pussy before being pushed in by his fingers that splayed your pussy open in preparation for his much larger cock.

You whined for him, nails clawing at the concrete walls. "Keep going. I'm almost there. Please, Hobes." You needed it like you needed air in your lungs to breathe or you'd simply die without it.

Hobie scoffed at your plea for some semblance of kindness from him. "Desperate whore." He murmured and went right back to eating you. You were so close your legs trembled with the mere idea of cumming on his fingers and face and the more you thought about it, the closer it came to coming true until your walls were pulsating around his fingers and your ring of muscles clenched with the intensity of the orgasm that washed over you.

Your knees buckled into each other and you would have fallen down if not for you being braced against the wall. "Hobie…please fuck me. Please– I'll do anything, please." You wanted him to extend the kindness a human gives to another and fulfill your ask to the fullest degree.

You'd come to regret that.

You listened in anticipation as he stood back up onto his booted feet and undid the buckle to his belt. He unzipped his pants to let himself free from the restraints of his clothing. He was already so hard just at the sight of you splayed open for him without so much as a shred of dignity in sight. You pushed your ass out further until your checks framed his cock and you began rubbing yourself on him. “Please Hobie.” You whined softly, looking back down the alley to ensure the two of you weren’t seen.

The risk of it made your anxiety all the greater but the sexiness of the moment greater than even that. The risk made him harder and made you wetter.

“Tha’s i’. Dirty lil’ slut can’ help haself.” Hobie grasped your hips and forced you to keep going. He couldn’t help but rut his cock against your ass, slipping it in the hole he made so he could feel his skin against yours and the heat and slick of your pussy against his balls. He grunted into your ear, spitting lewd obscenities at you while nibbling at your lobe.

“Put it in fa me, luv. Since you wan' I'm so badly.”

You whimper softly and reach behind you to grasp him at the base of his cock. You stroked his length a bit, dragging a few moans out of him along with it before directing the tip of his cock towards your dripping cunt. You prepped him the way he always did himself, dragging the leaky head of his dick between your swollen pussy lips so that your shared juices intermingled against your clit.

Hobie slapped your ass once more and this time you cried out at the pain. “I said put it in, didn’ I?” You nod in compliance and quickly positioned the head of his cock against your entrance. You tried to guide him in by he was simply too big for you to do it on your own. “I– I can’t, Hobie. Plea— ahh!” He forced his cock into you with one solid, fluid thrust into your tight hole, forcing out something of a moan and a scream from you. You slapped your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet, looking out down the alley once more.

Hobie didn’t seem to care not one bit as he held your hips still and fucked you nice and rough. He let out noise running parallel to huffs, growls, and groans. “Bes’ cunt ou’ there. This pussy gonna be the death of me.” There was something primal about the way he fucked you. There were no niceties, no pleasantries, no manners. Just rough fucking in the dark backalley of a venue he was just performing inside of. You weren't some girl he had to wine and dine before he could get into bed. You were just some slut he could convince to do anything. And it didn't even take much to convince you to let him fuck you in an alley.

He fucked you dumb, stupid, half brain-dead with your face pressed into the wall, lips parted and drooling while you moaned. He fucked you at an angle, ensuring that if someone did happen to come down there, they wouldn’t be able to see your face. Hobie towered over you, his body completely consuming yours while his hips fucked up into you, each thrust lifting your a little more off the ground until he was supporting your complete weight in his hands as your feet no long touched the wet, littered ground.

You let out muffled squeals and screams. He’s never fucked you like this, fucked you so animalistically. You should be scared all things considered but it only made you wetter, your pussy leaving a creamy ring around the base of his cock. “Shut up and take it.” He muttered, looking down at the way his cock split your hole open with each brutalizing thrust he delivered to your weeping pussy. Each stroke of his cock forcing you to accommodate his size, each thrust forcing your walls to memorize each groove, each vein, each stretch of him. He fucked you like you were his own personal sex toy and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it

His cock touched places that, before him, you never even knew existed. You could feel him bulge in your belly, you could feel him in your throat. You could feel him everywhere, that sweet, thick head of his just barely kissing your cervix, undoubtedly coating it in pre-cum.

“You wanna lemme try sometin’?”

“Anything.”

Satisfied with your answer, Hobie took one hand from your hips— still supporting your weight somehow— and spat on his fingers. You shivered as he placed them on your puckered asshole and spread his saliva across your second hole, prepping you, you realized. You had never done anything anal related before but you kept yourself clean down there just in case a moment like this arose. You were nervous however, as anyone would be if they were getting the shit fucked out of them in an alley with a slew of people just on the cusp of witnessing an actual crime.

“‘S jus’ a finga, okay? Jus’ ma thumb.” He assured you that he wouldn't be doing anything crazy. No here at least. He kept fucking you as he eased his thumb past the tight ring of muscles and immediately you moaned and shuddered as the feel of it intruding into your body. “Hobie…Hobie please.” It was all so much. You felt that you might simply pass out if he continued like this.

He fingered your asshole while fucking you, pressing and messaging the even tighter walls of your ass while your pussy greedily swallowed his cock with each of his thrusts. You were seeing white, crying out so loud that someone has had to hear you by now but you simply couldn’t care at this point. Hobie was fucking your too good for you to care, the rest of his fingers splayed across the small of your back as he uses his new grip on you to fuck you even harder.

This was the kind of fucking that made you revere him, worship him like the sex god he was. You kiss his feet if he wanted, lick his boots, let him degrate you, spit on you, use you as his own personal cum dumpster if he so chose because the orgasm ravishing your body right now was makinging you see white, your gaze lose focus, and your ears ring.

“Hobie, Hobie, Hobie!” You chanted his name as if calling upon a deity to help you, like a prayer on your lips to a god who wasn’t there and you just needed him to hear you. You came a second time, creaming all over his pretty dick, leaving the dark skin glistening in white from your cum.

You could hear Hobie come down from his own high, fucking cum into you with a low, gravelly groan into your ear. His final thrusts were spaced and rough as he emptied his balls into your pussy and once he was done he removed all appendages from you and quickly made you decent before someone could see you stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey.

You could feel his cum leaking out of your pussy as Hobie helped you out of the alley, tossing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you in close to protect you from the paparazzi’s intrusive photos. You thought about how later you were going to finger yourself again with his cum still inside you, hopefully able to get him on the phone to help you through it.

Later on that week, you saw a tabloid magazine about Hobie and smack dab as the front picture was you and Hobie in the alley fucking. You couldn’t see either of your faces but it was very clearly Hobie from his wild hair. In a panic, you called Hobie, babbling on and on about how you shouldn’t have done that and that you might lose your job.

“Is your face in the photo?”

“Well…no.”

“Then how will they know it’s you?” He made a good point. As long as no picture showed up with your face in it, you had nothing to worry about. You took a deep breath to calm yourself. “You’re right, sorry. Okay, I’ve gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Of course, luv. Have a good night.”

[enhard]

park jongseong — “rockstar”

it’s not hype, hype, baby make you rock hard

: you accompany your friend to a rock concert, the lead guitarist was an amazing rockstar, but it seems like you were his star that night.

pairing: rockstar!p.js x fem! reader

cw: smut, non idol au, oral (m. receiving), choking, face fucking, jay is a flirt, hints of fingering (not happening here), JAY IS SO FUCKING HOTTTT

the jay and guitar brainrot is getting me BAD

not proofread, enjoy ! (MDNI)

a few days ago you got a text from a friend, telling you that she won free tickets to see her favourite band. she won two tickets, from which one was for you. you agreed to tag along with her, even though you didn’t know much about the band.. only their vague faces and a few popular songs, you still wanted to make your friend happy. —

on the day of the concert, she’s over at your place getting you ready. she does your makeup and gets you some clothes that fit the theme, excitedly looking at you. you arrive at the venue way before everyone, due to your friend’s excitement.. so you get to stand at the front of the stage. in about half an hour, the whole venue fills up, getting ready to meet their favourite band.

when the lights get dim, you can see the members running up the stage and greeting everyone. the lead singer stops in front of the stage along with the lead guitarist.

you study their faces trying to remember their names, you could recall the lead singer and the drummer but not the lead guitarist. you turn over to your friend to ask her but you were sure she wouldn’t be able to hear you over the loud screams of fans.

you just brush it off, figuring that you’d just ask her after the concert. they start performing, each song getting better than the last. at one point, you could barely hear the songs anymore due to hearing your heartbeat in your ears. your eyes fixated on the lead guitarist, analysing him from top to bottom

what clothes he was wearing, how the guitar strap hugged his shoulder, how his fingers moved on the guitar. everything about him was mesmerising, you were lucky to get such a view.

you feel your heart almost stopping when he looks at you, smirking. his pretty black eyes getting lost in yours, sparkling from the lights shining so bright. he stared at you for a good 10 seconds, a wave of disappointment washing over you when he looked to the other side of the stage. you could’ve stared at him forever.

why were you feeling like this? you’re just a normal person in the crowd and with a handsome face like that he must already be dating someone anyway. you still get pretty upset with the conclusion you drew despite being realistic.

you decide to get your mind off him, enjoying the concert to the end. you enjoy all the songs, even if you didn’t know a few of them.

after the concert ends, you wait for another hour to make sure everyone leaves so you can hangout with your friend outside the venue in peace. as you two were talking about the concert, you see the same handsome man exiting the venue. he has that stupid pretty smile plastered on his face like he’s just not making your heart beat out of your chest.

your eyes widen upon seeing him and your friend furrows her eyebrows noticing your face. “hey what’s wrong? you look like you’ve seen a ghost..” then she looks behind her. “OH MY THAT’S THEM WHAT DO WE DO??!” she yells at you, grabbing your shoulders. you just freeze in place, almost not realising that he’s ditching his members to run up to you. you both get startled by him and when he makes eye contact with you.. you just lose it.

he smiles at both of you, trying not to be so awkward. “heyyy you two! i noticed you while we were performing. nice outfits you got on!”

you can barely find your words anymore and your friend is just squealing out of excitement.

“uhh… thanks.. she actually made me the outfit..” you say, as nervous as ever.

“oh, you’re talented for sure.” he looks at your friend. then he moves those black eyes back on you. “and.. you look stunning.” you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to seem normal in front of him.

your friend gasps and smiles at you, grabbing your arm a bit.

“uh, do you guys wanna come over to our van? you seem a bit flushed.. we have water” he says, smiling.

your words get cut off before you can say anything by their lead singer calling out his name.

“JAYYYY COME BACK OUR MANAGER TOLD US TO GET TO THE VAN” he yells.

That’s right. His name is Jay.

you quickly smile at him, agreeing to go with him, dragging your friend along to make sure she isn’t gonna pass out from excitement.

you follow jay back, greet his members and get to actually talk to jay while your friend is getting their autographs on her forehead.

he gave you a fresh bottle of water, and you’re sitting alone on the van stairs.

“why… did you run up to us? i mean.. don’t get me wrong but you’re the artist after all.” you shyly say, trying not to say anything wrong.

he chuckles at you. “i figured you’d ask.. well.. i was actually looking for you and i’m glad you stayed there. ever since seeing you in the crowd i wanted to talk to you.”

you freeze a bit while looking at him. “wait.. what does this all mean..?”

“listen, i appreciate your calm spirit.. usually fans try to knock us down hugging us.”

you giggle a bit, resting your cheek on your hand. “well, i’m not a diehard fan… i actually don’t know you guys that well.. no offence of course. my friend loves you guys and i wanted to tag along, you have amazing songs though!”

he smiles admiring you. “no offence taken. i’m glad you like all of us and not just me.” he bends his neck down to look right into your eyes.

your eyes widen, making a “pardon me?” face. i mean it’s all too bad that he’s aware. he knows the eye contact did something to you, it’s irritating how much of a tease he is.

“…huh?” is all you can hear your lips voicing out.

he crosses his arms, the veins running down his forearm getting more pronounced. “exactly what you heard, i know that look. you’re telling me you fell for me first time you saw me?” you break eye contact, looking the other way. you couldn’t handle this in the first place, he’s making it way harder for you now.

you take breathing exercises to calm yourself down, still not looking at him. “how can you blame me… when you look so damn attractive?” you mumble, just loud enough for him to hear.

“there we go. you’re not too bad yourself.” he teases.. moving his hand closer to you.

“yeah well, you must have a girlfriend.. why are you doing this to me?” he gives you a pouty look, fixing your hair a bit.

“girlfriend? oh i don’t have one… do you have a boyfriend?” he politely asks.

“..no. and i don’t want one.” you scoff, crossing your arms too. “…but why do you not have a girlfriend?..i thought you had one.. just saying.”

he smiles, getting his mouth close to your ear. “because you don’t want a boyfriend.”

you turn to look back at him, getting lost in his eyes again. after a while of looking at them, you snap out of it.. your attitude towards him changing right there. “make me change my mind then.” you smile.

it really catches him off guard, his heart also beating out of his chest. you got him for good.

he slowly leans in to kiss you, not regretting anything he’s about to do.

you both kiss, a sucking hole in your stomach getting stronger and stronger with each passing second.

you make him lean back while keeping your lips on his, running your fingers through his hair.

he grabs your face, pulling you closer. little noises leave him mouth as he’s kissing you.

“your lips taste so good.” is all he says between kisses, his words owning you. he knows what he’s doing, he knows you wanted to hear that.

you break the kiss after a while, regaining your breath. you have so many thoughts circulating in your mind.. yet your most proeminent one is seeing that shirt off him.

you grab onto the collar of his shirt while getting real desperate.

“jay.. let me make you feel good. please.”

he slowly places his hands on your hips.. getting ready to do whatever you tell him.

“go ahead baby, i’m listening.”

oh his words are real challenges, they fall into that pit in your stomach like boulders. he knows you’re about to lose it yet he continues smiling at you, his jawline sharper than ever.

“let me.. let me suck you off. i promise i’ll be good for you.”

he grabs your hips harder, looking into your eyes.

“come with me. we can’t let anyone see us.”

you widely smile at his agreement, grabbing his hand to let him guide you. is this going to be just a hook up or.. something more?

you get to a more reserved place, not caring if you friend goes looking for you. oh you couldn’t care less.

you throw your lips back onto his, running your fingers all over his neck. “take it off.” you say, referring to his shirt. he breaks the kiss to do exactly that. he pulls the shirt over his head, exposing his toned body.. and a tattoo on his shoulder you couldn’t notice previously. your breath gets cut off seeing him.. he keeps getting hotter and hotter, his flirts not helping at all with this.

you make him sit down, getting on your knees in front of him. “you look so hot right now. you have no idea what you’re doing to me” you say, playing with his pants a bit.

“oh trust me i know. you’re adorable on your knees like this.” he smiles.

you playfully stick your tongue out at him for a second, before focusing on taking his pants off.

you stare at his bulge, palming it first. “this hard for me already?” you tease back.

“can you blame me.. when you look so damn attractive?” he replies, repeating your exact words in a teasing voice.

you roll your eyes at him, then taking his boxers off. your stomach twists finally seeing him exposed in front of you. he’s definitely huge, you promise to yourself that you will try to shove him as well as you can in your mouth.

you give his pink tip some kitty licks, getting ready to hopefully not choke.

you spit on his cock, pumping it a few times before shoving him in your mouth. he leans in to grasp your hair into a ponytail, licking his lips trying not to moan already.

you take him little by little, stopping when you feel like it’s enough for you. bopping your head up and down, you grab onto his thighs for support. he enjoys it at first, however it wasn’t enough for him. he wanted you to take him in whole. he pushes your head down on him, making you choke.

he leans his head back, moans escaping out of his throat. “fuckk..such a good girl.”

his words keep you going, even if he got you drooling and gagging on his cock. you use to your tongue to lick all over his tip while sucking him good.

all there could be heard are his moans and the sounds of you choking.

after a bit, he gets closer and closer to his release. you feel him twitching against your throat but he just grabs onto your head to thrust into your mouth himself.

he fucks your face so good, and you certainly let him do whatever he wants.

“baby..i’m gonna cum.. ‘m cumming..” he keeps repeating, releasing the grasp on your head. you pull him out of your mouth, stroking him a few more times and letting him shoot his cum all over his abdomen.

he moans uncontrollably when he cums, apologising for being so loud after. you love his noises, but you still need to keep a bit quiet.

after he gains his breaths back, he smiles at you.

“you’re really good.” he says. “don’t brush my ego now.. but i know i am.” you laugh.

suddenly he makes you get on top of him, his fingers creeping down to your jeans.

“now wanna see what my fingers can do except playing the guitar?”

[mingihttps]

turbulent

felix x fem!reader

you and felix broke up years ago, but now felix has the best idea on how to win you back.

wc: >700

warnings: established break up, felix wants to get reader back, mention of idol life and concerts

seeing your ex boyfriend’s face on billboards and hearing his voice on the radio wasn't exactly what you wanted. but you're proud of his success, nonetheless. a part of you wishes that you could've been there for him during this time in his life, be a person he could go to for comfort when he's too stressed. the possibility of that happening ended years ago, though, when you and felix broke up a couple months before his debut. within the years you two have been separated, you thought that you would get over felix. although, as of a couple months ago, the idea of moving on has gotten ten times more difficult.

a couple months ago stray kids had a comeback. you heard bits and pieces of their newly released music playing in stores and on the radio but what really caught your attention was the fact that one of their new songs was a love song. this love song was discussed often on social media, mainly that felix played a big part in writing the lyrics. you're the one who broke up with felix but the idea of him being with someone else hurt. naturally, you decided to listen to the song in full and that was when you realized that the lyrics were about you. felix wrote a love song about you years after breaking up. one thing that most stays didn't pick up on was the passive aggressiveness of the lyrics. it wasn't your average love song, the lyrics expressed hope and pain at the same time. was lee felix possibly still in love with you after all these years, after you broke his heart?

then last week, you got an email from jype. you had never expected to get an email from your ex boyfriend's company asking for permission to use your voice in one of stray kids’ songs. you didn't send back a response until two days later. you had asked what exactly they meant by ‘use your voice’, you weren't an idol or anything so you quickly knew that felix had something to do with this. and you were right, jype had said that they wanted to use audio clips of your voice that a member already has. the only information you got from their second email is that felix saved all of the voice messages you sent him when you were dating. not only that, but the fact that he still listens to them.

you had told the company that it was fine to use your voice in their song. you regret telling them that. it only opened up a new gateway of communication between you and felix. you were about to unknowingly cross a bridge that got torn down years ago.

since then, the song has been released and many fans were speculating who the female voice in the song was. jype has been giving you opportunities to come to the company and meet stray kids, which you always decline. you can't face felix again. that was until the company offered you one free concert ticket. it's one night and you'll be in a crowd with thousands of other people, there's no way he’ll be able to spot you out; so you decide to go to the concert. it was such a stupid idea, of course, they’ll give you vip and you’d be in the front row.

now, in the pit of some random venue, you are face to face with your ex boyfriend who stares at you from the elevated height of the stage. you stare back, giving him the most calculated glare, letting him know that you know everything.

you leave the concert not wanting another thing to do with lee felix or the rest of stray kids. unfortunately, those cards weren't in your favor. since in a couple of days you’ll not only get another email from jype but a text from a number you forgot you still had in your phone; a person who goes by the name lee yongbok.

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Groupie Love: Jake Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

"you're in the bar, playing guitar, i'm trying not to let the crowd next to me. it's so hard sometimes with a star, when you have to share him with everybody." description: being jake’s groupie was heaven on earth, yet sinful in every desirable way. while the world reveled in his public, entrancing persona, you reveled in the boundaries of reality and fantasy intertwining in secrecy.

word count: 6.9k+

trope: groupie! reader x jake

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warnings: good amount of plot, mentions of drinking, alcohol, smut (18+ minors dni), swearing, unprotected sex, hardcore dom! jake, choking, spitting, praise/begging/degrading kink, rough sex, spanking, fingering, oral (male and fem! receiving), bit of fluff, some aftercare

disclaimer: this does not follow the real events of the starcatcher tour for the sake of the plot. thanks!

a/n: would also like to mention that yes, this IS based off of the Lana Del Rey song with the same title. As soon as I heard it, I immediately thought of Jake and writing a fic based off of it. If you haven't listened to the song, now is the perfect time to do so! hope you all enjoy :) <3

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There was something so addictive about secrecy. To share such vulnerability with someone where no one's eyes could witness, but only you and another alone. To know each other by touch alone if every sense was stripped away, yet hiding the true reason why you could pick them apart in a crowd from that feeling. And while you two were friends with one another publicly, behind closed doors, you were both fucking like animals. There was no better way to describe your relationship with Jake. You were just one of his secrets, hidden in a closet, and you had accepted that.

You had met him after one of Greta Van Fleet's shows when their careers were just about to skyrocket and thank God you were able to catch him then. You hadn't really listened to their music before or even heard of them, but local concerts under 30 bucks as a fun night out with friends was always on the table. If it weren't for their small fanbase and lack of fame, you were positive you wouldn't have become Jake's personal groupie.

After hooking up with him in the venue's bathroom, twice, Jake simply couldn't have enough of you. And you, you were entranced by him and his sexual drive. You both also enjoyed each other's company in the short period of time you knew one another, so, you and he exchanged numbers and kept in contact. Whenever he was in town, you'd be next to him, and when he was gone, you were with someone else. More often than not, you two were spending time with one another purely for sex, but it was rare for you to leave immediately after. After all, Jake cared about you regardless of the label of your relationship with him, and you were enjoyable to be around.

There was no discussion of monogamy, so it was mutually decided that seeing other people was no issue. Sure, no one compared to the guitarist, but there was always someone to run down your time in the day when boredom struck, and you were unable to be at Jake's beckoning call. Even though Jake would always call you his, it was words that withheld no meaning. Only in moments where you and Jake were together alone did they obtain meaning, but you knew never to take him seriously.

Jealousy is a bitch, though, and it possessed you. It rotted you to your unchaste core. You could easily pretend it didn't bother you that other girls have had Jake the way you have or have even looked at him in that manner. Of course, you'd be lying to yourself if you said there wasn't a single sliver of selfishness towards him. How many girls Jake had been with next to you was a mysterious number, but you didn't choose to spend your time thinking about how many girls he's said the same things to as you. But, rather, feel empowered that there were fans in their crowds at shows that desperately wanted your place. Fans that screamed his name, made signs and t-shirts for him, dreamed of being more than just a fan in the crowd. That was something you had over them. That's what made you special. That's what gave you your title of a so-called 'groupie'.

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They had closed their most recent tour with a show in Nashville, and of course you were in attendance. Jake had even asked if you'd be there, knowing well enough that there was no way in hell you'd be skipping out on it, because you knew where the night would take you. Besides, you hadn't seen him in months. You hadn't been with him in months. You had grown a sense of longing for him after a short period of time away from the guitarist.

Before Greta Van Fleet had a larger fanbase, you were able to sit in the seats and get escorted backstage to Jake so you could watch as a fan. But, due to suspicious speculation amongst fans, and you and Jake wanting to continue the secrecy and keep the reputation of "just friends," you were granted a backstage pass and allowed to come into the arena or venue they'd be performing at before fans would arrive. Every place was different, so the execution of reaching him was always tweaked, but no matter what, you and him both knew you'd see one another after the show. You preferred to hang in the sound booth rather than backstage, anyways.

Rarely did you come early to be in attendance for soundcheck. Sure, there would be absolutely nothing wrong with it, but you always enjoyed watching him look for you amongst the fans, and his eyes light up in the slightest that had your heart stopping only for a second at the sign of recognition, feeling as though your breath had been taken from you and forcing your body to freeze. It never got old feeling his eyes latch onto you.

And you never got tired of watching him perform on stage. Now, with the new introduction of 'Mirador,' you got to watch him nearly twice as long. And, God, you never knew he could sing that well. That certainly was a turn on for you. Now your mind was wandering off to the thought of him singing in your ear.

You rarely tore your eyes from him while he was on stage, and he knew that he was hypnotic. He liked knowing that there were people who only cared to watch him and come to Greta Van Fleet's shows to be in his presence. Thrusting into his guitar as he spoke to himself and the crowd, hairs sticking to his cheeks with the accumulated sweat and still breathlessly giving his performance his all. You kept your eyes locked on his stomach and watched as the sweat beads dripped down his tender skin, and his hair whipping around and throwing his head back as he skillfully played on his instrument, exposing his Adam's apple to the fans that kept their eyes glued on his every move while he struck the next few chords of the song. You'd always convince yourself while swinging to the music that he was performing more theatrically for you, but you'd never been proven right nor wrong yet. He was entrancing to watch, and sometimes you found it unfathomable that you were a person in his life. A person who knew things that most didn't, a person who saw things most people didn't.

Your adrenaline always arose as soon as the four boys left the stage, and the lights illuminated the venue. Hearing different conversations from a multitude of fans that surrounded you, shuffling of feet and complaints of exhaustion. But there you were, hanging out in the sound booth waiting for security to come to your aid to escort you to backstage.

You wore a silver halter top that accentuated your chest, with a pair of velvet-blue flared leggings and converse. Thankfully, your shoes weren't shown due to the coverage of your pants, and it truly did not matter what clothes were on your body. They would be thrown on some floor in less than an hour, and that's all you cared about.

Eventually two men from Greta Van Fleet's team made their way to you once the venue was near empty from fans and began leading you backstage to the green room. You always loved that feeling in the pit of your stomach; it excitingly tumbled and twisted with each step closer you were to him. The awkward silence never faltered while the security guards guided you to backstage, but that gave you enough time to collect yourself before seeing Jake.

Your eyes were first met with Sam cracking open a beer, chatting with his girlfriend and keeping to themselves. When they saw you, they smiled without a word, and allowed you to keep moving. While you and Jake became "friends" the more you two saw each other, you had been brought around the band from time to time. More likely than not, it was for some sort of party, large gathering, or simply catching the boys after the show - uncommonly anything intimate. They knew what your purpose was, but they never questioned you. Either they simply didn't care, or they didn't want to ask questions they did not want answers to.

Danny was nowhere to be found, most likely in his dressing room, but the twins were walking into the green room, laughter erupting from Josh as he cracked his large, infamous smile that put his perfect teeth on display. His presence always soothed you when eyes seemed to be peering down your neck from your presence. Both were still in their stage attire, which was usual when you'd come so soon after the show had ended.

Josh had noticed you first, closing his mouth to a smirk that raised with the right corner of lips and pierced his cheek to reveal his dimple. Once Jake laid his eyes upon you, they were already following down your body, finally greeting you with a crack of a smile that told you his mind was already somewhere else.

"Y/n! It's so good to see you again," Josh greeted you with a tight hug, "nice seeing your face after so long." He patted your back and pulled away with a grin still plastered on his face.

"It has been long enough," you huffed a laugh. "Tour was good?" You flicked your eyes to Jake.

He gave you a slow, steady nod. "Was great. I'm sure you'd love to hear all about it, huh?"

"I wouldn't want anything else." You huffed a laugh, sticking your tongue in your cheek at his light sarcasm.

"I expect you'll be sticking around to celebrate the end of Starcatcher with us?" Josh said as he began to walk away. You followed his movements with your eyes as he walked over to a small fridge, turning to Jake who gave you a blank stare. Josh wasn't hinting at your intentions with Jake, but rather what would occur after-the-fact. He shrugged at you suggestively, but you couldn't depict what his choice was.

You chose to be safe. "We'll see, Josh," you directed your attention to him for a moment, "if I don't, I'll be sure to say goodbye to you before I head home."

He sauntered over to you with a beer in hand and patted your back with a soft smile. "Always a pleasure, y/n."

Leaving you and his twin alone, Jake ran his hand to your side and found the small of your back, pressing light enough to signal movement forward and follow him to his dressing room. You dared to look at him, to examine the light sheen of sweat that resided on his forehead that he forgot to wipe away once he exited the stage. And you knew he could feel your eyes lingering upon him, but he liked to be looked at. He liked the attention.

His dressing room door was already open, welcoming your entrance and waiting for your arrival. You eagerly stepped into the neatly decorated room and scanned the area for familiar artifacts of his scattered about: sunglasses, bracelets, necklaces, and his attire to be thrown on after his stage wear was stripped from his body.

He turned his back to you quickly and closed the door, locking it swiftly behind him. And once he turned around, he was wearing a softly cracked smile. It was always so intimidatingly perfect, how his eyes rested into a look that only told you that he was going to devour you.

"Barely said a word to me since I've arrived," you said innocently with your hands behind your back, "what's with the shyness, Jake?" You began to slip off your shoes as his eyes faltered from your own to do the same.

He took slow steps towards you to increase the intensity of your heartbeat in anticipation. He knew you craved the taste of his lips, the feeling of his hands on your figure. He always remembered what made your heart bang against your chest and your face flush into a pink hue.

His index finger cradled your jaw as he focused your eyes on him intently. "Was it so wrong of me to want a more private 'welcome home' from you?" His voice was coarse with the words slipping off his tongue smoothly like butter. Close to a whisper - the tone of intimacy.

You flicked your eyes to his coy smirk, then back to his dark brown eyes that peered at you so attentively. He was always so patient in these moments for an answer back.

"All this is, is private. Doesn't mean I don't enjoy the gesture, though." You wrapped your arms around his neck after motioning your pointer finger back and forth between the two of you, and in return, he pulled you into his chest and squeezed you against his body tightly.

And there he was, breathing softly down the side of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, and feeling the figure and warmth of your body in an embrace. You buried your face into the crook of his neck that you made room for with your arm to feel the skin that rested there to remember how it feels to be so close to Jake once again.

"You're a good singer, Jake," you said lowly into his ear, "better than I had expected."

You felt him chuckle against you, but his laughter came out in small breaths. He was amused by your playful banter and humbling words that he knew were harmless.

He unwrapped himself from you but kept the close proximity between the both of you. His tongue darted out and ran across the middle of his bottom lip, cracking a coy grin as he looked down at you with half-hooded eyes. He was effortlessly seductive.

"You're lucky I like you, y/n." His hand raised to the side of your face as he slowly began to caress it, watching the motions of his fingers as they began from your temple and journeyed to your jaw. "Because if I hadn't known better, I'd think you were disrespecting me." He gave you a playful, lazy glare.

You gave him a small smile, allowing your fingers to focus on toying with the silver jewelry that hung dangerously low on his exposed skin.

"Well, you and I both know that you love to play that game." You said softly to yourself. Loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to showcase your lack of desire for a response.

You took the opportunity to run your hands onto his chest, letting them reach to the waistband of his trousers, and looking to him innocently with a smile. And he smiled back at you softly, waiting patiently for you to be finished reveling in his presence and this moment.

You placed your hands onto his neck, thumbing at the skin and looking at him for direction, for initiation. So, he cupped your jaw and placed a gentle, longing kiss onto your lips. You practically melted into his mouth and encouraged his tongue to begin roaming around the inside of your mouth as you began to dance your own in his. The kiss grew deeper quickly, and you both remembered the addictive taste of each other. The swift routine of throwing each other clothes began, where you're tugging down Jake's pants to leave him in his boxers, and he's tossing off his cropped, black jacket to land onto the ground.

Your hands traveled into his damp hair and tugged him deeper into your lips as his fingers played at the waistband of your leggings. The muscles at your stomach began to tense up at the sensation of the pads of his fingers toying at the idea of diving down into your underwear and satisfying you.

His mouth pulled from yours for a moment to throw off your top, which you assisted him in doing, and allowed it to fall wherever it landed. As soon as he got the sight of your bare breasts, he encapsulated his mouth onto yours, and massaged one in his hand, while the other hand held its place at your waist.

You snaked your hands in between your glued bodies and cupped his hard cock with a light squeeze, eliciting a deep, rumbling groan from his throat and into your mouth.

"God, how I've missed you." He said into your mouth, tugging at your bottom lip. His lips began to travel to your neck, pressing rough, sloppy kisses onto the skin. You contemplated telling him how much you missed him, but you knew that he knew you did - you were like putty under his touch.

Your head titled back to allow Jake more access to your neck. One of his hands ditched your body and tugged at your hair to gain dominance, keeping your neck bent back as far as possible so he could taste your skin. His other hand traveled to the small of your back to keep you on your feet, and you swore you would've fallen to your knees if it weren't for Jake holding you up. With your eyes shut, you tuned into the feeling of his wet tongue trailing its way up your neck and to your jaw, then suckling down to your collarbone. His mouth always felt like a beautiful curse against your skin, while compelling, still so unbelievably relieving.

Your hands stuck onto his hair, tugging and pulling as his lips trapped your right nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled circles around it, with his index and thumb massaging the other with the movements. Soft moans escaped your mouth, but you were sure to monitor any sound out of you.

His eyes peered up at you as he removed his mouth from your body and grabbed your face with his hands clasped at your jaw.

"Pants off, now." He instructed lowly, and while you slipped off your underwear with your velvet flares, he was throwing off his boxers and revealing his throbbing cock. You could hardly focus on anything other than him inside of you at this moment, with your head dizzy at the thought of his length filling you up to the hilt.

He never got sick of the sight of you naked, running his hands down your waist and to your hips while a deep sigh escaped his mouth. You watched his eyes focus in on your clit, with his thumb dancing around the area and causing your knees to grow weaker and weaker. Your hips bucked forward, and your motion only caused a light snicker to come from his mouth.

"Get on your fucking knees." He demanded as he pushed you down by your shoulder, although you were quick to follow his instructions and obey.

His length rested onto your left check, and his hand reached down to lift your chin to look up to him. He loved how submissive you looked before him. The way your eyes lit up to the sight of him bare in front of you, along with his devilish grin that captivated you.

He held your eyes with his own. "Good to know you're still such a good girl for me." That sentence had sent a shiver down your spine, with how intimidatingly dominant Jake was. There was something about his small, cracked smile, and the light squint in his eyes that always had you feeling shy and overexposed. Yet, you were always so comfortable being vulnerable around him.

He tapped at your jaw, which signaled for your mouth to open, and you allowed his thumb to travel onto your tongue, sliding the finger out and dragging your bottom lip down with the motion. You slid your hands over his thighs, kissing the head of his cock and slicing your tongue onto it. He groaned at the sensation and landed his hand on the back of your head in preparation.

And you grabbed his length, wrapping your lips around it and beginning to bob your head up and down at a slow pace. You took all of him for a moment to elicit a harsh groan - a response you craved hearing from Jake and pulled off his cock to purse your lips and spit onto his tip with your hand aiding you in coating him.

You immediately resumed bobbing your head up and down, while your hand at the base of him began working slowly with a twist of your wrist. He deeply sighed, looking down at you to see his cock disappear into your mouth. You were irresistible to him with the way you took him into your mouth so effortlessly.

"Fuck, just like that, y/n." He winced lightly as your tongue swirled around his tip. His mouth was slightly hung open as he admired the view of you below him. Hearing your name had never sounded better coming from someone's mouth.

The unoccupied hand of his landed at the side of your face with his thumb caressing at your cheek. He was being gentler with you than usual, which could only mean he intended to be rougher with you later on. You didn't mind the lack of degrading, though. It was good to soothe into things after being away from him for so long.

His breathing was deep, and the muscles at his stomach were tensed up as you quickened the pace of your mouth and hand. Your other hand massaged his balls lightly, which evoked a deep sigh from him. Hushed slurs drew from his lips as you worked your way up and down him, spit dribbling down your chin. The back of your throat fought against taking his whole length, but as long as he felt good, you could care less about your own pleasure. You loved to feel as though you belonged to him and were the only one making him feel this good.

His head was thrown back, while the hand that tousled with your hair on the back of your head had a harsher grip. It was as if he was innocently guiding you, but really, it was to steady himself as he cautiously bucked his hips into your movements. Jake had his bottom lip tucked behind his teeth, fighting against his own release so quickly.

He grabbed your hair and held it back for you, tugging you off of his cock and raising you up to your knees by the pad of his index finger resting under your chin.

"Think you deserve something in return, huh?" He said as his hands relaxed from their places and found your waist. The rhetorical question had you pressing your thighs tightly together with a whine trapped behind your closed mouth.

He was slow with his hands, letting them fall down to your hips, then scooping you off of the ground whilst you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you over to the long table that sat before a mirror, setting you down and immediately forcing your legs open for him. He was quick to step in between your legs and place a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on your lips as his fingers traveled down your stomach and to your heat.

His right hand rested at the inner of your thigh, his thumb at your pubic bone and mere inches from your clit. He rested his forehead upon yours and listened intently to your unsteady, choked breaths, while he traced his index fingers and middle up and down your pussy agonizingly slow. Your back arched into him with a whine, closing your thighs together cautiously in hopes his fingers would caress you. But instead, he forced your thighs back open, and removed his forehead from yours with enough space to just barely see the entirety of your face.

"Don't. Fucking. Move. Be a good girl for me, yeah?" He glared at you, practically spitting in your face at your small movements in a silent plea to have him touch you. But you nodded vigorously. "If you want me to touch you, you're going to have to beg for it. Don't act like you have forgotten how this works."

The way he was looking at you was sending butterflies into the pit of your stomach, and it was nearly overwhelming to you how lust-filled his eyes were.

You threw your head back, sliding your right hand onto his bicep and sighing heavily with shut eyes. "Jake," you whined out, "please."

"Please what, y/n?" He urged you further. He loved playing this game.

You brought your head back up and looked at him in mere agony, desperately saying, "please touch me."

A devilish smirk twisted onto his lips as he flicked his eyes down to your pussy, leaning down and pursing his lips to allow spit to dribble from his mouth and onto your folds. As soon as the spit hit your pussy, he was gathering it onto middle and ring finger and locking his eyes onto yours. He captivated your attention just to mimic the way your mouth fell open as his fingers eased themselves into your entrance. He even repeated your deep exhales as his fingers curled inside of you and began to pump in and out of your entrance. You couldn't contain your moans and allowed them to fall out of your mouth while Jake admired your breathless state.

His calloused fingers added an extra layer of sensation to what you were feeling. He began kissing at your neck, humming onto the skin and trailing his mouth to your ear.

"Feel good, y/n?" He asked in a pitiful, mocking tone. He knew the answer, yet he wanted to hear you say it. Just another thing he did to control you and what you said.

"Yes, yes Jake." You moaned. "Please, don't stop."

He tugged at your earlobe and said, "so we do remember our manners, hm?" in a teasing tone.

Your hand reached for the back of his head as he continued to suck at your neck and travel down to your jugular. Your other hand was gripped tightly against the edge of the table to keep yourself upright while Jake meticulously drew every sound possible from you by his touch. His tongue flattened against the skin and slid its way up to your jaw. You never realized how deeply you missed Jake until you were finally with him.

You had your eyes shut with furrowed brows as you allowed your head to hang back. Every movement Jake made with his fingers, his mouth, his hand that found its way to your breast and massaged it - you were in euphoria. Only did he make you feel this good, and you made it known with your lack of words and preferred usage of pleasured sounds.

Then your eyes were shooting open and your fingers gripping harder at Jake's hair as you felt his tongue circle at your clit. You looked down at the sight, seeing him kneeled down before you as he devoured at your pussy. He hummed in satisfaction of the taste of you - sweet like honey, and your mouth hung open in an "O" shape, unable to utter a sound. Finally, an exaggerated groan rolled off of your tongue, and your head was able to be thrown back with your head fuzzy in ecstasy.

Your hand that rested at the back of his head landed back onto the table, clenching and unclenching, which Jake was quick to notice. His hand immediately found yours and folded his fingers into your own, giving you something to squeeze onto you. The small note of intimacy made you crack a small smile, but quickly allowing it to fade away as Jake grasped harshly onto your hip to keep you in place and reminding you where your focus should be.

He lapped at your folds as he kept a steady pace in and out of your pussy while your thighs squeezed tightly around his head. He switched between sucking at your clit and allowing his tongue to do all the work. You were grinding your hips to the motions of his tongue, and while normally you were ridiculed by him with a slap at your thigh, he allowed it after being away from one another so long.

You were clenching around his fingers, which elicited a pleased hum from him. He could tell you were close to your release, and that's exactly where he wanted you to be before stripping it away from you so suddenly. The tightened knot in the pit of your stomach completely dissolving, not unraveling, always had you whining in annoyance.

He flattened his tongue once more and dragged it up your pussy, then pushed himself up by slapping his hands on the tops of your thighs and levering himself that way.

You encapsulated your mouth onto his by bringing him with your hands harshly slapping against his face. He groaned into your lips with satisfaction, while you wrapped your hand around his length and began stroking it. At some points in moments like these, you felt like you just barely had some sort of dominance over Jake, and he was submitting to the pleasure you were granting him. He found it harder to kiss you back, resting his forehead against your own with eyes squeezed shut. As if anything you had asked him to do, he would without hesitation. And his face even showed how resistless he had become under your touch, contorting and softening with his eyebrows pulled in and mouth parted open.

You kept your eyes open to see the way his face shifted emotions, watching him grow restless with your position of being in charge. He wrapped his hand around your own and stopped your motions, looking down at his cock and focusing on lining himself up with your entrance. You quickly propped one of your legs up onto the table to allow easier access for him and impatiently waited. As spit dribbled down from his pursed lips and onto his cock, with a few more strokes, he was easing himself into you and resting his forehead onto your shoulder.

"Fuck, y/n," he drew out in a long breath as he was fully rested inside of you. He was slow pulling himself out, but quick to slam into you.

He raised his head off of your shoulder and met your eyes, seeing yours with the lids of them resting halfway, mouth opened in an 'O' shape with eyebrows softened. You made it known to him that you were all his - and always will be, but in this moment, you were whatever you needed him to be. Through your lust-filled brain you imprinted the memory of how perfect Jake feels inside of you, how he knows exactly where his fingers need to dance onto your skin, or where his hands should rest. He was wickedly talented at the art of pleasure, and he knew what made your body tick. He was in tune with your body, which he oh-so adored, and wasn't going to go anywhere until he felt satisfied enough.

You had one hand sprawled behind your back onto the table and the other on Jake's shoulder, throwing your head back as he slammed into you and rattled the items that lay astray on the tabletop. If anything were to fall, neither of you paid mind to it. What mattered was the sensations that ran throughout your entire being, your heartbeat increasing with every second, and your body accumulating a sweat that began at your hairline.

His breaths were heavy, daring to look at you while his pace increased. The corner of his lips curled into a malicious smirk, forcing your lips onto his by pushing your head towards him after landing the back of his hand in your damp hair. His other hand was placed beside your thigh to keep him up, but every once and a while, it would travel to the outer of your thigh and squeeze tightly.

Your kiss shared with him was a sloppy mess, with both of you breathing into each other's mouth and unable to contain your moans from sputtering out from your lips. His tongue danced alongst your own, toying with it before resting his back in his mouth and pulling from your lips to kiss your cheek. He reached your ear with his lips, tugging at your earlobe, and allowing you to hear his restless, guttural groans that tore at your core with pleasure.

"You're all mine, you know that?" He groaned to you. "Your pussy is for my pleasure only - no one else's. You understand?" He continued his fast-paced thrusts while borderline whispering these words to you.

You swallowed harshly, breathing out a small, "yes," as you were unable to utter anything else. It was already a battle enough to keep yourself quiet to minimize the noise anyone in the green room could hear, but yet, they all knew why you were with Jake. And frankly, Jake didn't care about the noise. In fact, he encouraged your cries of ecstasy. He demanded it from you.

He wrapped his hand around your neck tightly, forcing you to look at him as he withheld your breath.

"Say you understand, y/n. Say that you understand that no one else can have you but I." He breathed, lessening his tight grip around your neck to allow you to speak for him.

"I understand, Jake," you said as your eyes rolled back from the way Jake was thrusting into you, "I'm all yours."

You didn't have to refocus your eyes on him to know he was smirking - you could just hear his lips curl. Now he was quickly pulling himself out of you, and in a swift motion, lifting you off from the table and barely giving you time to land on your feet before turning you around and bending you over. You were face to face with yourself, seeing how your makeup had run, and your lips were swollen and darker tinted than normal.

But then you saw him, and how he looked from behind you. His eyes landed on your ass, and in a near second, you saw his hand raise and swat against the skin. You jumped with a light whimper trapping itself behind your lips as you bit down on your bottom lip. His eyes met yours, and there he was, giving you the smallest hint of a smile, and forcefully pushing himself all the way inside of you.

One of his hands rested at your hip with a harsh grip, and the other was at your shoulder while he watched the movement of your ass each time it hit against his stomach. He was entranced by the way your body moved, how good it felt to be inside of you, how perfect you looked fully exposed to him.

He whispered something near incoherent, but you were able to pick it up.

"Good, good fucking girl. That's it, baby." He said as he kept his eyes locked on your rear. You watched his lips drop open, his hair moving with his motions and his eyebrows softening and furrowing with each sensation that drove through his body. He grabbed at your ass once more, giving you another swat to make sure he would leave his mark on you as if the bruises caused by his mouth weren't already stained onto your body.

You moaned his name, begging him not to stop as he was hitting the spot you craved to be caressed the most. You dared to reach your fingers down to your clit to reach your orgasm, but as your hand began to make its way there, Jake immediately caught on, and grabbed ahold of your hair and tugged you far back enough to where your back arched away from his chest.

"Greedy now, are we?" His hand from your hair released itself to forcefully grasp your throat with his pointer finger and thumb harshly pressed at your jaw to look towards him. You didn't know what to respond with, other than to rest your hands onto the edge of the table and allowing your knuckles to turn white.

You dared to hold eye contact with him, and he squeezed your cheeks with the intent of forcing your mouth open and spitting onto your tongue. You swallowed the substance without thought, looking at him as you raised one hand to hold onto the side of his face. And the grip he had onto your face wasn't harsh enough, because you felt your head turn forward and lean back with a loud moan as your orgasm grew closer, and the pads of his fingers rubbed vigorous circles onto your clit.

"Greedy little whore." He whispered into your ear, looking at you through the mirror. He watched the way your breasts bounced, how your body twitched, how you were nearly unresponsive with the amount of pleasure you were receiving. You truly were all his.

"Jake, please," you begged quietly. There were more words you wanted to say, but they had fizzled and left your mind, and you could only focus on the way Jake was pumping in and out of you at a quickened pace.

Strands of his hair began to stick to his cheeks, and his silver necklaces that he had on left a cold sting onto your back as they would barely graze the skin. Every single sense in your body had become heightened and intensified, along with your entire body tensing up that had your entire body running hot. All you could do was chase your release, to tune into the intoxicating sensation of Jake delivering as much pleasure to you as possible.

"God, I'm gonna cum." He warned as his thrusts became inconsistent, yet perfectly paced to reach his high. "Gonna cum with me?"

There was only one answer to that question, and he knew that. But hearing you say it helped send him over the edge. It helped him feel more in control of your orgasm. Hell, you were surprised your release hadn't overtaken you yet.

"Yes, Jake, just please, don't stop." You moaned.

And as you felt the tight knot unravel in your stomach, you began to fall forward with your legs trembling, and Jake coming to your aid by bracing his arm across your chest as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“That’s it darling,” he soothed, “there you go.”

His head fell forward as he finished inside of you, draining himself fully and leaving himself with a heaving chest. His arm fell from your chest and landed his hand on top of yours on the edge of the table, with the other hand teasing at your sensitive clit once more just to feel you twitch a final time around him.

After you nearly grabbed his wrist to move it away from the overstimulation, he landed his hand onto your waist, and stayed inside of you for a moment. His eyes found yours in the mirror, and he pressed a soft, long kiss onto your cheek.

"You okay?" He said to you.

"Yes, yes I'm okay," you giggled, "more than okay."

He chuckled at your statement. "Just making sure." He said as he looked at you.

His lips traveled onto your neck with soft, relaxed kisses, reaching to the end of your shoulder and stopping there as he pulled himself from you. You tried to turn around to face him, but as he saw your legs nearly give out, he came to wrap his hands around your waist, and keep you on your feet. If it weren't for the warm liquid dripping down onto the insides of your thighs, you would have forgotten that Jake had finished inside of you.

After seeing that animalistic side of him, you had nearly forgotten how caring he was, and how important it was to him to tend to you after practically using your body. And while one hand stayed at the small at your back, the other raised to your cheek, and his thumb softly swiped against it in a back-and-forth motion.

You two allowed each other to catch your breaths, keeping your eyes locked onto his and smiling at him softly in your hazed state.

"Do you want to stay after for a bit before you head off?" He said to you, finally having his breathing under control.

"Don't want me to stay over for the night, or are you already sick of me?" You said to him with a knowing grin.

He chuckled at your response and placed a soft kiss onto your lips. "Go on and get dressed and we'll head back to mine when you're ready to, alright?"

You nodded at him and began to clean yourself up, which he helped with, then aiding him, and getting dressed to make yourself presentable to walk out of the dressing room and accept the stares from the rest of the band and any of their team members who witnessed the sounds that erupted from Jake's dressing room.

But they all knew why you were there. After all, you were Jake's personal groupie. And you enjoyed the lifestyle. You enjoyed Jake, and he enjoyed you.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

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[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

Sweat & Tears

“Are you sure?” the red-haired woman looks at the blonde in front of her, who clearly struggles to take off her sandals. It’s silent in the room, two security guards waiting in the door frame for her. Tree can see clearly how Taylor's hands are shaking, almost like a tremor that has been brewing inside of her for a few hours. She’s fiddling with the buckle of her Gucci heels. Truth is, she’d prefer for Taylor to spend her evening in company of her father and herself over a nice dinner in her suite. Besides the many phone calls Tree has to make, she still cares about Taylor’s well-being first and foremost. And by the sight of it, she absolutely is not well. But knowing the blonde stubborn woman as well as she does, Tree could already tell by the minute they left the venue that Taylor is once again in a rather self-isolating mood. 

“Do you need anything?” she asks then, still watching the long blonde sitting on the couch of her hotel suite, knowing very well that she didn’t get an answer to her last question.

“Do you have water? Let me know if you need anything else. Dinner will be served as soon as you…”

“I told you, I’m not hungry.” Taylor responds then in a tone that tells Tree everything she needs to know. One more push and Taylor might actually loose her temper. She sighs.

“Alright. Call if you need anything. Alex is on call next door. These guys will be just outside your hotel room door for safety.” She says and points to the men right behind her. She looks at Taylor one last time, who is still sitting on the hotel couch, obviously exhausted and down. She doesn’t want to push her any further, but she can’t contain a last “get some rest, Tay. I know this was a rough few days but you’re doing great.”

Taylor doesn’t reply, once more, and Tree gets the message. She gives the three men next to her a look, signaling them to ensure that her door is secured at all times. Tree then leaves the presidential suite, and the big door falls into the lock. 

And suddenly, Taylor's alone. Completely alone. 

She takes a deep breath. She just needs to shower it off. With her hair in a loose bun she covers her eyes for a moment sitting there. She’s tired. So tired. But every time she tries to relax, there’s the same picture in her head. Beautiful Ana’s smiling face. The fact that this young person had to loose her life because she decided to give a concert. Taylor immediately gets up. This thought is unbearable. She needs to stop thinking about this. She walks barefoot over the burgundy carpet of her suite, makes sure the curtains are fully closed before opening the bed sheets. She’s been waiting all day for this. 

Within one second, Taylor has gotten comfortable under these heavy sheets. The air conditioning in the room is on full mode, and she’s thankful for this cooling sensation of the bed sheets on her bare legs. The incredible feeling of crawling into bed after a horrible day. Another thing that Ana will never experience again…

Just when Taylor was about to get lost in these thoughts again is when her phone vibrates for what feels like the fifteenth time tonight. She knew that her mom and Travis had been texting her. But the last thing she could do earlier was to be on the phone when everything went down. Her desperately waiting in her way too warm and stuffy dressing room. Her dad walking up and down, telling her that it’ll be alright and that everybody is on her side. Sweat dripping down her forehead. Tree being on the phone constantly and a bunch of translators running back and forth. And her? Useless just in between the chaos. She wasn’t able to tell anyone at home what was going on. There was no space. No silence. No room to breathe.. until now.

Taylor opens her iMessage chat with Travis and swallows. 18 notifications. 7 calls. He’s worried. Not just because she didn’t pick up or reply to his texts for hours now but also because he had to find out that this show, that she’s been terrified of playing all day, had been postponed last minute through an instagram post on her official handle. Never before did he have to find out something like this through social media.

Your dad told me you’re unwell. Call me when you can. No need to go through this on your own.

His last text makes her smile slightly. He never fails to show her support. And as shocked as she is that he went to the lengths of calling her father, it shouldn’t really surprise her that much. These two have hit it off to an almost greater degree than she and Travis have. Her dad adores him. No wonder these two are chatting behind her back. 

Taylor takes a deep breath, opens her front camera for a second. She looks horrific, tries to fix her bangs for a moment before calling him back. Yes, she knows he won’t care what she looks like but she still wants him to not see her at her worst. Not just yet. Just when Taylor is about to leave her bed to fix her face and her hair is when she gets an incoming FaceTime call from him. She hesitates for a second, then decides to go for it anyways. 

The second he appears on her screen is the second she feels tears boiling up again. She doesn’t know why, but something about seeing his kind face and the worried look in his eyes opens the flood gates for her. She needs him. Oh lord, how much she would love to tell herself that it isn’t so.

“Oh baby” is all he brings out for a second. The little tear escaping Taylor’s eye and rolling its way over her cheek hasn’t remained unnoticed by him. She doesn’t say anything, just makes sure to wipe the incoming tears as much as humanly possible.

“I’m sorry, I…” just when she was about to apologize for how he’s witnessing her right now is when he interrupts her already. 

“Tell me everything. I just got home from practice and I’m all yours. Your dad said there was some issues with the people there again?” 

Taylor takes a deep breath, glad that he’s there. Glad that she can talk about it. Glad that she knows he wants to listen.

“It’s a nightmare. I told you this morning how they threatened Tree and 13 that I’m contractually obligated to perform because apparently the circumstances aren’t as bad as they need to be for a show like this to be cancelled. Like..” Taylor can barely find words to describe her anger, just feels angry tears following the ones from before while her hands are making a grand gesture.

“I mean, a young girl has died... DIED the day before and they don’t think this is as bad as it gets? And Tree also told them about my little incident last night and…”

“Thank god!” Travis interrupts her. She knows the second he learned about her fainting backstage after the show, was the second he himself started to worry more than she would want him to.

“Yeah but, they basically still wanted us to go through and then they finally agreed to providing free water if we cover the costs. Which is something they shouldn’t even charge anyone for, but like.. of course I would pay for that. I didn't even care. And yet once people started getting seated and the arena got more and more packed, there was no water being handed out to people. Nothing. If… if my team hadn’t flagged this, I probably never would’ve known, Trav and…”

“This is unbelievable.” He just says, sighs deeply and is clearly angry too. He’s sitting on his couch, wearing one of her beloved huge sweaters that she’s been stealing so often. What would she give to cuddle herself into his chest, feel his big arms hold her tight and simply fit her little big world into the palm of his kind hands right now.

“Yup. So I just posted it. On Instagram. Because there was no getting out of the show unless I pull the plug myself. They’re threatening us with a lawsuit now, but..”

“Oh fuck that. No chance.” he says and she nods. Hard to imagine that she doesn’t even care about this possible lawsuit at all. There’s so many other things she cares about more in this moment. 

“Well, besides that. We reached out to Ana’s parents and… they’re in shock. They hate me. They disagreed to speak to me. And..” 

Taylor wants to continue speaking but the lump in her throat is growing to a size that makes it hard to breathe for her.

“I’m sure they don’t hate you.” he says, cannot stand seeing his girl cry all alone in this hotel bed, on the other side of the earth. He’s never been closer to jumping on the next plane there as he’s been right now. 

“Well, they’re in shock I assume. And they have every right to hate me. And then on top of all this the hotel is swarmed by people. They have basically taken the cars we took from the venue because my team covered the license plates. For safety. Literally to not get chased on the fucking high way. But no chance. So now, all we can do is just stay at this hotel and hope for tomorrow to be better and…”

She stops then, knows that she’s just been rambling for a while now. And as much as she hates to present this anxious and crying version of herself to Travis, she kind of feels a lot better all of the sudden. It felt good getting it off her chest. It felt good just telling somebody that she’s not doing well. A few last hiccups escape her mouth and she’s drying her face with her hands. Her eyes are puffy, red and swollen. But she doesn’t even care anymore. There’s so many worse things that can happen than looking like this.

“Oh Tay..” he says then. Doesn’t move from where he sits, just straight up looks at her through his phone. 

“Yup.” she just says, knowing damn well that no one knows what to say about this nightmare weekend. She feels bad all of the sudden to put all these heavy feelings on him, especially because he never asked her to.

“I’m sure every single person you spoke with tonight has said this to you before, but I’ll say it again.” he says then, a serious look on his face. She’s never witnessed him like this before and it definitely draws her attention even more to the screen than before. 

“None of this, was in your power. None of this.” he says, and she knows he means it. Taylor takes another deep shaky breath and looks back at him. She nods. Hearing him say these words almost makes it possible for her to believe them. 

“I know, you take pride in having control over things and organizing and planing things to a tee. But there’s always gonna be stuff out of your control, and sometimes things go horribly wrong. But that’s absolutely out of your control. I hope you know that, babe.”

She looks at him for a moment, doesn’t say anything. Then she nods. Why is it that she believes anything he says? 

“I know. It’s just…” she stops, feels new tears forming. For a moment, she’s collecting herself again. Travis can see what she’s doing. She’s trying to hold back her tears. He hates it. 

“Hey, it’s okay to cry sometimes. Don’t try to play it all cool with me. I hate when you do that.”

Taylor almost starts laughing through her tears, and so does Travis. 

“I just… I’m sure you had an exhausting day today as well and all we talk about is me again. And…”

“Shut up.” Travis interrupts her again, and Taylor just wipes her tears. 

“I had a boring day. All I was thinking about all day was you. I love you. I’m worried about you. Stop playing it cool with me. It’s okay to cry about this.”

Taylor doesn’t move. Her head is leaning against the velvet bed rest behind her. She looks awful and for a moment she doesn’t care because she can feel that he doesn’t. She nods. Tears still streaming down her face.

“I miss you. And... I love you, too.” 

It still feels weird knowing that these words escape her mouth as casually as they do, but it feels so good and so right. She loves him. He loves her. Unbelievably beautiful to travel the world with this knowingness in her heart and head.

Travis sighs deeply from where he is. He slowly sits up. The iPhone camera still right in front of his face. 

“Do you think I’d get in trouble if I call in sick tomorrow and coach Reid sees pictures of me sneaking into your hotel in Rio?” 

Taylor can’t help but laugh quietly. She knows he wants to be there for her. But she’s gonna be fine. Knowing that he’s there, in her life, just a call away, is enough for her to know that she’s gonna be fine. 

“Let’s not get you into any more trouble than you're already in now.” she says jokingly then, for the first time tonight there’s no tears coming down her cheeks. It’s been healing to see his face, to hear his voice. The calm after a storm. A warm hug after a horrible day. That's what this is for her. That's what he's been for her since the moment he walked into her life.

“Tay, I’m worried about you.” He says then, and she knows this time it’s him who’s becoming vulnerable. It feels ridiculously good to know he cares. Even though she’s almost embarrassed to have put him in this position. It’s all new between them, still. He’s never had to deal with her lows before. She never had to ask herself if this could be too much for him, as it has been for everyone before him. 

“Don’t be.” 

“No, I’m serious.” He says then. The look on his face is still gentle and kind but she knows he’s being serious about this.

“I don’t mean the fact that you’re upset or that your show is cancelled but I’m worried about your physical health and your safety. Have you had dinner yet?” 

“Baby, I know you’re worried and it’s so sweet but I can assure you that Tree and my team are taking care of me very well. There’s like five guys in front of my hotel room door right now, and..”

“Have you had dinner yet?” he asks again and she knows he knows. He’s been incredible when it comes to her sometimes problematic eating habits, ever since she told him about this topic. Never before did he ever comment on anything she’s done or hasn’t done in relation to food. But her collapsing backstage last night did something to him. It’s in his eyes, it’s in the way this question comes out of his mouth so firmly. He's scared. He cares.

“I’m still a bit nauseous from the heat and..”

“Did you get an IV?”

“I didn’t need one today. I didn’t perform. So..”

“You said it was incredibly hot in your dressing room? Didn’t you spend all day there? That's not the best way to spend a day before performing for three hours in the heat.”

“Yeah but it was fine. It’s just.. whenever it’s hot I can’t really eat much. So…”

“Baby, please make sure to eat something tonight and drink enough water. I also still think another IV before your show tomorrow would be a good idea.”

She takes a deep breath and nods. He’s right. He always is. But what she appreciates the most in this moment is the tone of his voice. He’s assertive. But he’s gentle. A combination that impressed her from the moment they met. 

“I know.” she just says. 

“I almost had a heart attack when your dad told me you passed out last night.” he says, and she sighs. She knows this incident scared him. She can’t blame him. If she were to ever get a call from his mom, telling her that he fainted on the other side of the world she would probably lose her damn mind. 

“It’s just… performing like that for three hours at 140 degree? It’s horrible.”

“I bet.” he says quickly. “And I’m so glad you cancelled tonight.” 

Taylor nods. Somehow, just hearing him say these things really calms her down slowly. 

“I miss you. I’m not dealing with it too well at the moment.” she says once more, and his mouth turns into this beautiful smile she loves so much. 

“Me too. It’s been so hard focusing on anything after Argentina. After seeing you perform, sleeping in one bed with you. Kissing you good morning. I could get used to that.” 

Taylor smiles instantly, and nods. He speaks her mind, once more.

“Can’t wait to see you next week. Even though I’ll miss Thanksgiving. It breaks my heart, but..”

“Hey, we’ll do our own little post-Thanksgiving dinner. Don’t worry about that.” 

“Trav?”

“Mhm?”

“Thanks for being there for me tonight. I feel so much calmer than I did half an hour ago.”

The man on the other side of the screen smiles at her once more. He’s so happy to be this person for her. He’s so happy to have this effect on her.

“See, that’s what I’ve been telling you all along. Whenever we speak, my day gets 99% better. Just after seeing that face.”

She giggles quietly. 

“How are you? How was practice?” she asks then, wishes she had asked him before earlier. She hates when it’s all about her. He knows that. 

“Was good. Nothing special happened. Just got home, ordered some food and might pop into Brit’s Thanksgiving dinner later tonight.”

“Oh my gosh, yes! How could I forget? Ugh I can’t believe I won’t be able to go. Give her a hug from me okay?”

Travis smiles and nods.

“Of course. I won’t stay long though because I have physiotherapy tomorrow super early.” he sighs and it makes Taylor smile. He usually doesn’t mind getting up early but he definitely does on a Sunday morning. 

“What are you doing now? Are you in your suite?” he asks and Taylor nods. Her tears have finally dried and she fixes the heavy bedsheets over her body. It’s really gotten cold in this room. At least here, the air conditioning works just fine. 

“Yup. It’s like.. eight I think. I’ll just go take a shower and watch some Netflix and that’s it.” she says, clearly not impressed by her plan of the evening now that she won’t play a show in front of thousands of people. 

“Order some food, baby. And dessert. Promise me.”

Taylor smiles slowly, then nods. He’s right. She needs some dessert tonight. 

“Thanks for being there for me.”

“Don’t ever thank me for this again. Of course I’m here for you.”

Taylor smiles, then gets closer to the screen and kisses her phone camera. He laughs quietly.

“Go take a shower now and call me when your dinner has arrived. We can eat together. My lunch should be here in a bit.” 

Taylor nods, sits upright for the first time tonight. That’s actually a better idea than for her to be crying alone watching some Netflix show.

“Sounds great.” She says, slowly gets up and makes her way to the bathroom. 

“I’ll call you in a bit. Okay?” 

“Okay.”

“I love you, baby.”

“Love you.”

A few moments later, Taylor steps out of the shower, dries her body with the soft white cotton towels at the end of the generous bathroom and quickly reaches for the robe on the hanger next to the bathroom door. She slowly covers her still damp body in the white fabric, then leaves the warm bathroom to step back to the main room of her suite. The cold air of the air conditioned room hits her gently. She weirdly can’t find the body lotion she brought. It must still be flying around in her suitcase. 

Taylor slowly crouches down, starts rummaging through her big suitcase. Why is she always so messy when it comes to packing? 

Suddenly, she gets startled by a knock on the door. One knock. Then another. For a second, she stands up. Just ensuring to wrap the fabric of the robe even tighter around her body than before. She slowly makes her way to the door of the suite, still barefoot. Her hair still in a bun from the body shower she just took. 

“Hello?” she asks carefully, can already hear Dustin from her team speaking. 

“Taylor? We have a delivery for you. Do you mind opening up?”

Once more, Taylor clutches onto the robe covering her naked body, making sure she's still fully covered. She carefully opens the door, finds two security men still standing right in front of the door. But to her surprise, Dustin is carrying something very big and very heavy in his arms. She’s confused. White paper covering the package.

“Do you mind if I…?”

Taylor realizes quickly that he needs to place the heavy delivery somewhere. She steps aside, lets him enter the suite. Dustin carefully places the package on the little side table next to the couch of the suite. 

“What’s.. what’s this?” 

“A delivery from the hotel. I was asked by Tree to bring it to you directly.” 

Taylor looks confused, just covers her mouth as Dustin proceeds to peel off the paper from the top of it. Behind the packaging, a massive bouquet of red roses becomes visible. It’s a ball of flowers. She’s never seen so many put so beautifully together. 

“Oh my god? What…”

“This is the card for you.” he says, smiles warmly at her and proceeds to leave the suite again. Taylor just remains standing there. The door falling into the lock, her robe still a little bit too big on her, both eyes on the beautiful roses in the middle of her living room. She quickly opens the envelops that Dustin just passed to her. For a moment she reads these printed words. Then she looks back at the flowers and smiles. The biggest smile she's smiled in days.

Because I’m always with you, even when you can’t see me. I’m so proud of you. 

I love you.

Travis

[missywritesfor7]

❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 6: Drank

The morning comes quick and Yoongi is awake and getting himself ready for a radio interview they have in 2 hours. He’s been having trouble waking up in the mornings due to his heavy drinking, but this morning he wakes up feeling a bit refreshed for the first time.

He showers, has breakfast, and even takes a bit more time to plan his outfit of the day. It’s nothing special, just ripped jeans and a black t-shirt, but he hadn’t cared what he threw on lately. He didn’t even care if the clothes were clean or not.

When he pulls his jeans out of his suitcase a bracelet falls out. The bracelet Hyeri bought him that’s engraved with “Forever mine. Forever yours.” on it. The bracelet he never took off until he was in a drunken rage after he last spoke to her. The sight of that bracelet sends a sharp pain through Yoongi’s chest. Reading those words burns him to his core.

As if the bracelet wasn’t enough of a sobering reminder of the pain he’s been trying to run away from, his phone buzzes from a few messages.

[Hyeri]: I hope you have a good day today.

[Hyeri]: I love you so much and I’m sorry for all of the shit I’ve put you through.

[Hyeri]: I’ll keep telling you this everyday until I die.

[Hyeri]: Even if you don’t forgive me, can you tell me you’re at least eating well and taking care of yourself?

[Hyeri]: I miss you so much.

She’s been texting him every single day saying the same thing. She’d message him about her day as if her texts to him were entries to her diary. She’d tell him to take care of himself and that she loves him. He’d simply sigh at her message, get pissed that she’s on his mind and has him hurting again, then has a drink to take himself further from reality. Further from being himself, the one very painfully in love.

Despite what Jungkook thought was a successful time last night, he finds himself a little disappointed to smell the bit of alcohol on Yoongi’s breath when they arrived at the radio station. Still, Yoongi doesn’t seem quite as bad as he was before.

They get through the interview without incident. They move to their next appearance at a gallery. Then they check out the venue for the concert and the new stage setup they put together specially for Las Vegas.

Hyeri had been aware of the guys radio appearance. She stayed up late and managed to find a stream that let her listen to the show from Seoul. She just wanted to hear Yoongi’s voice, even if the most talking he did was say his name. She cries listening to the interview, and when it’s over she sends him another text telling him how good they sound on the radio and that she’s proud of them.

Yoongi doesn’t pay much attention to his phone until after they leave the venue and start heading back to the hotel. During the ride he sees the messages from Hyeri and lets out a sigh. Still buzzing a little from a hidden drink he had stashed in his pants, he finally decides to reply to Hyeri.

[Yoongi]: Pretty bold of you to keep texting me when you’re dating someone else. At least that’s what you told the world. What the fuck do you want with me Hyeri? If you went back to not giving a shit and not trying to talk to me then I wouldn’t have such a hard time staying focused out here. I’m trying to get through this tour and you keep texting me like you didn’t rip my heart out of my fucking chest and spit on it in front of the entire fucking world! Why do you think you can keep hurting me like this? I gave you everything and more and this is what I get? Why do you think you can talk to me and say shit like you love me when you don’t?! You’re fucking me up, Hyeri and it pisses me off! Let me get through this fucking tour without thinking about the person who doesn’t give a shit about me! You didn’t care enough to say shit to me before, why the fuck are you acting like you care now?

[Yoongi]: I’m not the person you claim to love anymore. He fucking died the day you decided a lie to boost your career was better than the truth.

In this moment, he means that. The Yoongi she loves is gone. He’s been hurt into hiding with no intention of coming back. What remains is a shell of a man who once knew happiness. The shell of a man who no longer wants to feel.

The guys have the evening to themselves so while they’re doing their own thing they all agreed to have dinner together at a restaurant on the strip later. Yoongi couldn’t get out of going. He knows he would draw much more attention to himself if he didn’t go.

So he sits at the restaurant with his members and managers indulging in the mindless chatter and never ending gossip. He knew at least a few of them would be keeping a close eye on him, so he orders a beer and leaves it at that.

Jungkook told Jin and Namjoon about his dinner with Yoongi the previous night. Although he knows Yoongi is still sneaking drinks, Jungkook still seemed optimistic that maybe he’s not too far gone and just needs to be brought out of his funk. The rest of the guys got together and agreed to try not to say or do anything that would make Yoongi feel like he’s being babysat. And they definitely know not to bring up anything related to Hyeri. Plus the managers don’t know about anything and the last thing they want is for them or anyone else outside of the group to realize Yoongi is going down a dark path.

Yoongi fakes it well. The beer he ordered wasn’t near enough for him, but he didn’t want to take the chance of raising eyebrows if he ordered another. Everyone has been silently taking care of him. Jungkook filling his cup with water from the carafe on the table every time he takes a drink. Jin giving him bites of his food. Hobi keeping the mood light and as joyful as possible. It’s a collective effort from everyone.

Still, Yoongi is starting to feel that urge. He can’t stop thinking about the message he sent Hyeri. She never responded and he knows it’s likely because it’s late in Korea, but for whatever reason he can’t shake the nagging in his mind. Did he finally get her to leave him alone? Was he too harsh? What does he care? She didn’t care about his feelings so why should he care about hers? He hates that he cares so much.

He’s managed to distance himself from the conversation at the table and now he’s mad at himself for letting her occupy his mind again. He’s mad at himself for slipping back into the hopelessly devoted fool who only responded to Hyeri because despite the angry words he sent her, he felt a tinge of joy knowing she listened in to their radio interview. He hates himself so fucking much.

He excuses himself to go to the restroom. He needs a moment to get his mind right again. He stares at himself in the mirror hating what he sees. In the inside pocket of his black jacket he pulls out a bottle of rum that he had a manager get for him. He requested a few bottles of different things under the guise that he would have them shipped back home for friends and family. In reality, the 4 bottles of various liquors are hidden in his suitcase under some of his recording equipment, with a 5th bottle being the one he just pulled out of his jacket. After his message to Hyeri earlier he decided he may need a little assistance to get through the night.

He takes a big swig from the bottle. Then another. And one more for good measure. He gives himself a minute to get recollected but it’s difficult. He takes another drink then decides he needs to step outside for some air.

He goes out a back door that appears to be where the restaurant staff goes for smoke breaks. He stands off to the side in a dark corner hoping no one will notice him if they were to come out that door. There’s lights everywhere, but conveniently none in this particular spot that has a second level of shadowed security thanks to the large dumpster he’s standing next to. He can still see the door, but he’ll have a better chance at ducking and hiding in the shadows if someone came out looking for him.

He takes a few deep breaths waiting for his rum to kick in. He’s been feeling too much like himself and he doesn’t want to. He wants to be numb but his drink isn’t hitting fast enough for his liking. He takes another large drink from his bottle then puts it back into his jacket pocket. He hates himself so much.

“Oh!” A startled male voice rings out scaring Yoongi a little. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

A man about the same height as Yoongi with blue dyed hair approaches looking like he’s also needing a place to escape.

“It’s ok,” Yoongi mumbles.

“Are you hiding from something too?” The guy asks.

“Just getting some air. It’s a bit hot in there.”

“Oh,” the guy looks Yoongi over a few times as best he can in the darkness. “Did you ever think that it’s hot in there because of you?”

“What?” Yoongi chuckles taken aback by the sudden cheesy pickup line.

“Sorry,” the guy chuckles. “Honestly I noticed you inside and couldn’t take my eyes off of you. My name’s Davy.”

“Austin,” Yoongi says without a second thought. It’s like the name just came out naturally as if it truly were his name. He doesn’t hurt quite as much when he’s Austin. He barely feels anything when he’s Austin.

“Nice to meet you,” Davy smiles.

“You too.” Yoongi takes a closer look at Davy. He’s wearing dark blue jeans and a colorful floral tank top.

“Are you from here?” Davy asks.

“No,” Yoongi replies. “Just visiting. What about you?”

“Same,” Davy says inching closer to Yoongi. “My friend ditched me for a new friend and it’s my last night in town so I was hoping to have a little fun before I leave in the morning.”

“Really?” Yoongi asks feeling the rum starting to take him over. “What kind of fun?”

“Whatever kind you’re into,” he smirks tapping Yoongi’s jacket in the exact spot where his rum is hidden. “If you don’t mind sharing a little with a stranger, I’ll pay you back.”

“How are you going to do that?” Yoongi asks reaching for his bottle. His vision is starting to fog and his mind is on nothing. Someone could suggest he rob a bank right now and he wouldn’t have the mind to decline.

Davy doesn’t want him to rob a bank though. Davy wants a taste of the rum Yoongi just willingly handed over. And a little something else.

“Cute and kind,” Davy smiles taking a drink. “I like it.”

“You think I’m kind?” Yoongi chuckles.

“Well you just let someone you met a minute ago have a sip from your private stash. Seems like a kind person to me.”

“Right,” Yoongi nods. Davy hands him the bottle back and he takes a big drink before putting the bottle back in his jacket.

“Do you taste as good as that rum?”

“See for yourself,” Yoongi smiles mischievously. He answered so quickly he didn’t even think about what he just suggested.

This is what Yoongi wants. He wants to no longer feel like Yoongi. Once again, he finds himself numb to everything except the heat that quickly rises within him when Davy attaches his lips to his. That feeling of fire being the only thing he can feel just makes it so much more powerful. He doesn’t want it to stop.

“Can I taste more?” Davy exhales pressing his body closer into Yoongi’s. “I want to know what Austin really tastes like.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi smirks. “Go ahead. You said you would pay me back anyway.”

His vision is foggy and his head is spinning. In the moment he only feels Davy. And Davy feels so fucking good to Austin right now.

Yoongi has been away from the table for a while and the guys are starting to worry. He only said he was going to the bathroom, but it seems he’s taking much longer than usual. With the managers there they don’t want to do anything to cause suspicion or concern. Taehyung decides to just go check in on Yoongi. He could just be having a bad shit, can’t fault him for that.

Taehyung enters the restroom and finds it empty. Of course it is. He can’t imagine Yoongi went far though so he steps back out of the restroom and looks around. Yoongi isn’t at the bar. He’s not mingling with someone he may know or being approached by fans anywhere. Taehyung does a full 360 look around, then he finally sees it. The back door.

Taehyung sighs hoping his hyung isn’t truly out back just to sneak a drink. It doesn’t make sense to him that Yoongi would go to such great lengths. He quietly pokes his head out the door and looks around. He can hardly see anything, but he can see the unlit corner where the dumpsters are. He takes a small step out the door and looks around more. Then he hears something.

It’s a peculiar sound, but he’s not so naive that he doesn’t know what he’s hearing. Thinking he may have just discovered someone in the middle of their back alley romp, he swiftly turns to go back inside. As he turns, his eyes catch a quick glimpse of the person responsible for the animalistic growls he’s hearing.

His heart sinks when he notices Yoongi’s hair dangling as his head is thrown back and his mouth is wide open. Taehyung doesn’t know everyone Yoongi knows, but he’s pretty sure the person on his knees deep throating Yoongi is a complete stranger. He’s frozen in place a moment trying to convince himself that he’s not seeing what he’s seeing. But he is. That’s Yoongi. It’s dark but that’s Yoongi’s face. Those are his clothes. That’s his voice.

Taehyung regains consciousness and heads back inside the restaurant. He rushes back to the table and sits down without a word. The guys look at him confused waiting for him to tell them something.

“So?” Jimin asks. “Did you find him?”

Taehyung silently nods.

“Ok…was he in the bathroom?”

Taehyung silently shakes his head.

“Where is he?” Jin asks.

Taehyung quickly points his head towards the back door then looks back down at his plate.

“Why didn’t you bring him back?”

Taehyung sighs. Telling them what he just saw means he’ll have to accept it himself, and he’s not sure he wants to. He has far too many questions swirling around his head and he thinks maybe if he pretends he didn’t see what he just saw it will all go away.

“Taehyung,” Namjoon says softly trying his damndest to read his expression.

Before Taehyung can concoct a sentence, Yoongi returns to the table. He looks a bit disheveled but begins eating as if he hadn’t gone missing for 15 minutes.

“Hey,” Hobi says softly. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi nods. “I guess something I ate didn’t sit well. You know how it is with foreign food.”

No one believes him, but they let it go not exactly knowing what he was doing. Taehyung can barely look in Yoongi’s direction. Even after years of living together, he’s never seen Yoongi like that. He’s sure he’s been scarred for life and would have much preferred that he caught Yoongi drinking instead.

The next morning Yoongi wakes up in a familiar fog. Somehow he passed out on the bed with all of his clothes on. He doesn’t remember much other than getting his dick sucked by a complete stranger. Again. Whose name he doesn’t quite remember. Again.

He groans a bit then gets up to take down a couple of painkillers and get himself cleaned up in the shower. He wishes everything wasn’t such a blur, but he knows it’s for the best. When he wakes up as Yoongi the next morning he hardly has any idea what Austin did. He barely even cares what Austin did.

All during rehearsal, Taehyung can’t seem to face Yoongi. He doesn’t say much and tries to hide behind other members during discussions. Yoongi doesn’t notice, he has no idea Taehyung saw him and Davy last night.

The rest of the guys know something was up last night, but none of them have any answers. Taehyung won’t say anything and Yoongi only says he had a bad reaction to something he ate. The managers are still clueless to what’s going on. Jimin and Namjoon are very concerned. Hobi, Jin, and Jungkook aren’t quite sure what to think of it. Taehyung…Taehyung wants to scrub his eyes and ears with bleach.

After rehearsal, Jin follows Yoongi to his room. He keeps things casual and upbeat, but he’s really just trying to keep a close eye on Yoongi. He wants to know what Yoongi is really up to in his room when he’s alone.

They both take a seat on the bed and continue chatting. At the same time Jin is quietly observing everything in the room. It’s a bit of a mess with clothes tossed here and there. Jin expects that from some of the other guys, but not the well organized Min Yoongi. He’s spent enough time as his roommate to know this isn’t normal.

As they’re talking, Yoongi’s phone rings. It’s Hyeri. He’s much too sober to answer her, and now he’s upset that she has the nerve to call him on concert day after the message he sent her practically telling her to leave him alone so he can focus on the tour. Still, that small infuriating part of him is happy she called and is trying to convince him to answer. Instead he lets it go to voicemail. So she leaves one. Now the small part of him is wanting him to listen to it. He stares at his phone cursing himself for being so fucking weak.

“I know you’re still pretty upset,” Jin says. “But I know you want to hear what she says. Go ahead and listen to it.”

“Hyung,” Yoongi sighs. “If I listen to it I probably won’t be able to be myself after.”

“You haven’t been yourself anyway,” Jin jokes. “What difference does it make?”

“Fuck,” Yoongi mumbles hitting play on the voicemail.

“Yoongi.” Hyeri’s soft voice rings through the phone making Yoongi’s heart hurt. “I’m sorry. You’re probably more mad at me for calling you. I’ll take it.” Her voice is shaky but she continues. “I’ll never be able to express how truly sorry I am for everything. I just wish you would give me a chance to talk to you. Give me a chance to make this right.”

The more he listens, the more pissed he is that his heart still yearns for her. His soft, weak heart wants to dry her tears and hold her close. He’s filling up with rage the more she keeps crying into the phone. Why does she have to play this stupid game with him?

“I love you, Yoongi,” she cries. “I love you so much baby. I’ve been talking with the company trying to get them to make things right. We skipped out on a promo shoot in protest today. I’m doing whatever I can to fix this, but I really want to talk to you. I miss you. I miss your voice. I miss your love.” She breaks down sobbing hard into the phone. “I love you so fucking much it hurts.” She continues sobbing unable to say anything else. After a few moments the recording ends.

Jin isn’t sure what to say. He’s heartbroken for both of them. Hyeri sounded so distraught and Yoongi looks angrily conflicted. Yoongi is very angry right now. He doesn’t want to be himself right now.

“You should talk to her,” Jin encourages. “She’s hurting and we all can tell you are too.”

“No,” Yoongi shakes his head. “I’ll talk to her when we get home. I’m just trying to get through the tour right now.”

“But you barely are,” Jin says bluntly. “No one says you two have to instantly make up and pretend like everything is perfect, but you at least need to talk through this. You’re not talking to her and all you tell us is that you’re fine when you’re not. You need to talk to someone, Yoongi.”

Yoongi knows Jin is right. He does need to talk to someone. He’s been spiraling without anyone to hang on to. He hates this. He hates himself. He hates that he wants to scream and cry. He hates that he’d rather be someone else than deal with the painful emotions he’s been going through.

“Have a drink with me, hyung,” Yoongi says standing and grabbing a bottle of vodka out of the drawer under the tv. If he’s going to talk about this, he’s going to need to numb himself.

“Yoongi-ah,” Jin sighs not wanting to enable Yoongi’s drinking.

“Just one,” Yoongi says pouring a glass for each of them. He hands Jin a glass and sits back down.

Jin accepts mostly because he can sense that Yoongi may finally open up to him. If he gets it out now he may not feel the need to get plastered everyday.

“She didn’t talk to me for two days,” Yoongi says drinking half his glass in one gulp. “I learned everything from Kihyun. Now I have to be the one to give in and let her talk to me after how much she’s hurt me? No, hyung, she’ll wait. I can focus better when she’s not on my mind. I don’t hurt so much when I don’t think of her. It’s better this way.”

“This is better?” Jin asks watching Yoongi inhale the remainder of his drink. “Drinking yourself to oblivion is better?”

“If I’m not on stage then I need something to help numb me.”

“But you drink on stage too! How is that different?”

“I see her in the crowd. I see her singing and dancing and cheering us on. All I can see is her and it fucks me up, hyung!” Yoongi’s voice cracks as he tries to maintain his composure. “I don’t want to see her! I don’t want to hear her or think about her at all! I told her she was fucking up my focus and she decided to call me instead of leaving me alone. On fucking concert day! She pisses me off so much!”

“That’s why you need to talk to her, Yoongi!” Jin hates to see him like this. He hates to see him upset, but even more because it’s manifesting as anger and Jin has known Yoongi far too long to know that it’s a slippery slope. “You’re hurting yourself more by doing this shit so much.” He gestures to his glass of vodka that he hasn’t even taken a sip of yet.

“I can’t be myself if I talk to her,” Yoongi says with tears starting to well in his eyes.

“Why not?” Jin can see the tears and it’s breaking him to see Yoongi this way.

“Because it’ll hurt me too much.”

[kirimoochi]

being his music inspiration.

₊˚ ᗢ kazuha x singer! reader, modern au.

⤷ what is he like, if he were your biggest fan?

Kazuha wasn’t one to make big decisions. He has always let the wind take him wherever. So when Venti proposed that he joined a band, his ears perked up in interest. 5wirl, now rebranded as 6reeze was a band started in high school. They would perform at local venues or bars just to scrape by. They had no manager for the longest time but that never mattered to them. As long as they had fun making music, that was all that mattered.

It wasn’t until Scaramouche or Wanderer joined their party that things began to unravel. He was hard-headed and stubborn, yet at the same time curious. He asked the group: Why did you want to perform? It was a very simple question. Though one that made Venti giggle and Heizou elbow Kazuha’s side. For Xiao, he wanted to practice and experiment with different styles. Heizou and Venti liked the attention. 

Kazuha joined for one reason: you. Someone from another band who started way before he was even in high school. Although you and he were the same age, you were a lot more experienced and interested in performance and music. He used to beg his older friend Beidou to drive him to your concerts just so he could listen to you live and not from your CDs. 

The first time he listened to you was when you did a cover of “心做し” or Kokoronashi, which was dedicated to your recent break-up. Beidou described your voice to be powerful and raw, and he couldn’t deny that whatsoever. It was indeed true to your feelings and watching your eyes scan the crowd with a look of sincerity and hurt made his heart ache. 

When Beidou saw how enthusiastic he was about seeing you, she decided to give him the old bass that she had gotten from a thrift store. The look of excitement and joy in his eyes was unmatched, and she was happy that she made the right decision of giving it to him. He practiced the bass many times, his fingers growing a little more calloused each time he picked up his instrument. To learn songs, he would listen to your CDs and mouth the words to your songs. 

6reeze started to get popular once your band started to tour. And one fateful day, Venti managed to score a few tickets to see you. This also included exclusive meet and greet tickets that were only presale. The same tickets that the blond-haired boy was fighting desperately to get but lost due to an exam being held at the same time it opened. Kazuha held them in his hands with stars in his eyes. If you were to look closer, you might have seen him hold back his tears. 

On the day of your show, he was at the front, gaze completely focused on you. You pranced around the stage with a joyous smile, performing your heart out with your friends. Halfway through your performance, you started to slow down. Pulling out a stool, you raise the microphone close to you, singing the same song that he remembers all too familiar as another cover of Kokoronashi. Venti chuckled a bit into his hand, offering Kazuha a sympathetic smile as the boy started to cry. 

He swore his heart died when you signed his CD. His hands were trembling so badly that he stuttered over every single word. It took everything in Venti’s bones just to tell him that he’s had a massive crush on you since the day he saw you. Though that would be a bit too cruel! However, what set Kazuha off the most was the way your soft hands wrapped around his, a smile stretched across your face.

“Kazuha, right? You were there during my first performance, weren’t you?” You said, his face growing flush and red. “My friends are huge fans of you. I’m really glad that you guys are doing so well! I hope to one day perform alongside you.”

[https-harlow]

Here With A Friend

Summary- You get dragged to Jack's concert by a friend, where you met Urban, and a couple months later Urban ends up back in your town.

Word Count- 2.5k

A/N- This was requested, I hope you like it! I feel like the ending seems rushed but I also didn't realize how long this got.

You had heard of Jack Harlow before, but you didn’t really know who he was. All you knew is your best friend was dragging you to his concert for her birthday. You weren’t upset to be going, a concert was a concert, but you would be lying if you said you would have been there if it wasn’t for her. 

After the show, Mia wanted to go wait for Jack to leave the venue, which you didn’t feel like doing, but you let her. As you both approached the small crowd that had gathered. You decided you didn’t want to wait with the group.

“You can wait, I’m going to walk around a little bit. Just text me after Jack comes out, okay?” You said and Mia nodded.

“Okay, you sure you don’t want to wait with me?” Mia asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, just doing feel like being in another crowd right now.” You said and Mia nodded again.

“Okay, I’ll text you.” Mia told you, walking towards the crowd while you walked in the opposite direction. You decided to walk around for a few minutes before you went to your car. 

While you were walking around you found a quiet spot around the corner of the building. It wasn’t completely empty, a few people walking by or standing around, but it was quiet enough for you. 

As you leant against the wall, the door you were leaning next to opened, making you jump slightly.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” The guy said as he stepped out of the doorway, letting the door close behind him.

“No, it’s okay, I mean, it’s a door, I should have expected it to open at some point.” You said, both of you laughing softly.

“Fair point.” The two of you stood in silence for a minute. You thought the guy was attractive, but you weren’t sure how to start a conversation.

“Are you waiting for someone?” You asked him the first thing that came to mind.

“Uh, yeah, kind of. I assume you are since you asked the question first?” He teased, pulling a joint out of his pocket as he talked.

“Yeah, my best friend. She’s kind of the reason I came tonight. What about you? You’re waiting for someone, did you get drug here too?” You joked, something about the guy you were talking to make you feel comfortable. 

“I guess you could say I’m here with a friend too.” Urban said, laughing slightly to himself. He could tell you had no idea who he was, which was nice. “Well, I am here with my friend, I don’t know why I said, “I guess” my best friend too actually.” He said, lifting the joint to his lips. “Do you mind if I smoke?” He asked.

“Well, then maybe we were meant to end up talking tonight.” You joked, not thinking twice about his answer. “No, go ahead.” Urban nodded, lighting his joint and taking a hit before holding it out to you.

“Want a hit? It would be rude if I didn’t offer.” He said and you shook your head.

“No, I’m okay, thanks though.” You smiled softly at him.

“Don’t smoke?” He asked.

“I smoke, I just don’t take drugs from strangers, you know, like they teach you in elementary school. Apparently, the whole, don’t smoke or do drugs it’s bad for you thing didn’t stick, but the, don’t take drugs from strangers, part did.” You said, making him laugh.

“Well, it’s probably better that it did.” He smiled at you, taking another hit from his joint. “I’m Urban by the way.” He finally introduced himself.

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself.

“Are you from around here?” Urban asked you, fully angling his body towards you as you did the same.

“Yeah, I am, what about you? I mean I can tell you’re not from here, but do you live around here?” You asked.

“What gave it away? The accent?” Urban asked teasingly. “No, I’m from Kentucky. I like this area though, it seems nice, I wish I was here longer.”

“Yeah, it was.” You laughed softly. “How long are you in town?” You asked.

“Just the day, we leave tonight.” Urban said and you nodded.

“Well, that just means you’ll have to come back then.” You and Urban continued to talk for another 30 minutes, even though you two just met, the conversation felt comfortable, especially once you got passed the introduction questions.

You noticed how the part of the crowd you could see had started to disappear, as you were talking to Urban you heard your phone go off, looking down to check it.

“Fuck, I should probably go, my friend is looking for me.” You said and Urban nodded slightly.

“Yeah, mine probably is too.” Urban said and you both said goodbye. “Before you go, can I get your number or Instagram or something? I’d love to hang out or something next time I’m in town.” 

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You smiled as Urban pulled out his phone and pulled up Instagram, handing you his phone so you could type in your username, as you found your account, you pressed the follow button before handing him back his phone. You both said goodbye again before walking your separate ways. Even though you gave Urban your Instagram, you didn’t think anything would come of it.

As soon as Mia saw you, she ran up to you, immediately talking about how attractive she thought Jack was and the fact that she waved at her, she went on and on as you both made your way to a restaurant you had planned to go to after the concert. After you ordered your drinks, Mia realized she didn’t know where you went or what you did while you were waiting for her.

“Ok, enough about Jack, I’ll talk more about him later. Where did you go? I couldn’t find you when I was looking for you.” Mia asked you and you shrugged.

“I was just around the corner, I met some guy, and we were just talking.” You answered.

“Wait, you met a guy? What’s his name, did you get his number? Tell me everything.” Mia said excitedly, making you laugh and shake your head.

“Yes, but it’s not that big of a deal, he doesn’t live here, I’ll probably never see him again. I’m going to be honest, I don’t remember his name, but I got his Instagram.” You said, pulling out your phone. 

“Show me!” Mia said, scooting closer to you with her chair as you pulled up his Instagram.

“His name is Urban.” You told her as you handed her your phone, so she could look at his profile. 

“Do you know who he is?” Mia asked as you could see her start to freak out.

“No? Should I?” You asked, as Mia pressed some things on your screen.

“Urban is one of Jack Harlow’s friends and his photographer.” Mia told you.

“Nothing’s going to happen. Sure, he was nice, and yeah, he’s cute, but I’m probably never going to see him again like I already said. I’d be surprised if he even messaged me.” You told her, causing her to press on the messages with him. She gasped and her eyes went big, handing you back your phone.

“He already has!” You looked down at your phone and read the message, smiling softly to yourself. “You better respond, or I’ll respond for you.” Mia playfully threated, but you knew she would if you didn’t. 

“It was nice talking to you tonight, I’ll let you know when I’m in town again and hopefully we can see each other again.” You read the message one more time before putting your phone away.

You had messaged Urban back later that night and had continued to message each other all night, eventually you gave him your phone number.

You and Mia were hanging out at her house a couple months later, of course she had been obsessed with your relationship with Urban, asking about it every time she saw you, even though there wasn’t anything to share, you had only talked a couple times since you met, a couple conversations over text and a couple facetimes. 

“Check your messages from Urban, Jack has a show in town in like a month.” Mia told you and you rolled your eyes, pulling up your messages to show her there was nothing. 

“See, nothing. He probably moved on by now.” You reassured her, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you had been hoping he messaged you, but you also didn’t think he would.

“I see him like all your posts, he’s even commented on some, there’s no way he’s forgotten about you.” Mia assured you and you rolled your eyes.

It was now a couple days before Jack’s show, you knew because Mia had been reminding you to check your messages every single day. This time you checked, there was an unread message from Urban.

“Hey, I’m going to be in town in a couple days, I’d love to see you again. If you’re up for it we could get dinner or you could show me around town, it’s up to you.” Urban had sent, making you smile as you read the message.

“Hey, yeah, I’d love that, let me know when and I’ll be there. We could get dinner and then I can show you some of the city?” You suggested, getting a response almost immediately.

“Sounds great. I’ll let you know where and when to meet me.” Urban responded. You didn’t tell Mia, not wanting her to freak out, especially when you still thought nothing would come of this.

A couple days later you showed up to Urban’s hotel, where he was already waiting for you in the lobby, standing up as soon as he saw you walk in to walk over to you.

“Hey.” Urban smiled, greeting you. 

“Hey.” You smiled, giving him a quick hug. “How have you been?” You asked and he smiled softly. 

“I’ve been busy, but good. How have you been?” He asked you.

“I’ve been good also.” You smiled.

“Sorry I wasn’t able to come see you sooner, I wanted to, but I haven’t had time.” Urban apologized and you shook your head.

“No need to apologize, I’m surprised you didn’t forget about me.” You teased, but you honestly were.

“Of course, I didn’t forget about you, I would never do that. I thought about you a lot honestly. I wanted to message you more then I have, but I wasn’t sure if it would be weird, but I wanted to hang out with you again and I figured the chances of us just running into each other was slim.” Urban said, laughing softly. “But I got us a reservation at some restaurant down the street, so we should leave before we’re late.” Urban said and you laughed softly and nodded.

“Let’s go then.” You smiled and you both started walking out of the hotel and walked the short distance to the restaurant. While you walked you let your hand brush against Urban’s, but neither of you wanted to be the first one to make the move to hold hands. 

You both kept talking during dinner, catching up from the last couple months but also still getting to know each other, with some flirting mixed in. Your conversation with Urban came just as easily as it did the night you met. 

After you and Urban finished dinner you decided to walk around the city so you could show him around, but really you two were just walking around and talking more. Shortly after you started walking around Urban finally grabbed on to your hand, and you intertwined your fingers, so you were holding hands as you walked.

“So, what’s your favorite place you’ve been?” You asked Urban, looking over at him, as he thought for a second.

“Here, because it’s where I met you.” Urban said and you blushed, looking away for a second so Urban didn’t notice.

“No, I’m being serious, out of all the places you’ve been, what’s your favorite, like where would you go back just to visit?” You asked.

“I’m being serious too. I know we haven’t known each other that long, but I really like you.” Urban said, turning to you as he stopped walking. “I know this is kind of early, and if you don’t feel the same way, it’s okay, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt the way about someone else that I feel about you. Would you be my girlfriend?” Urban asked and you nodded slightly.

“I really like you too, of course I will.” You smiled, tilting your head up slightly as Urban leaned down and you pressed your lips to his gently as you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck before pulling away. 

“Let’s go get ice cream?” Urban suggested and you nodded as you smiled.

“There’s a place nearby we could go to.” You suggested and Urban nodded. You reconnected your hands as you started walking. 

Once you made your way to the ice cream place and got your ice cream, you had sat on some random benches you found to eat it, once you were done with your ice cream you laid your head on his shoulder, making him smile. Urban still had a little bit of ice cream left, putting some on his spoon and poking your cheek with it. Making you gasp as you both held back your giggles, Urban eventually failing as he started to laugh, making you let your laughter out as well. 

“You’re lucky I like you.” You teased, making Urban jokingly gasp this time.

“Well, I already felt lucky that you liked me.” Urban said, wiping the ice cream off your cheek with a napkin.

“So cheesy, but I don’t mind.” You teased.

“Only for you.” Urban smiled as you both threw away your trash, making your way back to Urban’s hotel. 

“I had fun tonight, thank you.” You smiled softly up at Urban.

“No need to thank me, I had a lot of fun too. Can I see you tomorrow before the show?” Urban asked you, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Of course, I’d love that.” You smiled, as you stood in front of the hotel, turning to Urban as you said goodbye. 

“Text me when you get home okay?” Urban asked and you nodded.

“I will.” You smiled, kissing Urban gently. 

“I’ll find somewhere we can go for breakfast, and then we can just hang out or something before the show. Do you want to come to the show? I can get you and your friend tickets.” Urban told you, wanting to spend all his time in the city with you.

“That sounds great, and yeah, I’ll come, she’ll love that.” You said, laughing softly.

“As long as I get to spend the day with you.” Urban smiled softly, kissing you one more time before you finished saying goodbye for the night.

[misslavenderlady]

Love Marks 🖤

David/GN!Reader

Summary: You love and accept every part of your body, and so does David. Little do you know, your lover is hiding a few insecurities towards his own body. He's spent so much time loving you, it's time he learns to love himself.

Thank you @michael-after-hours for the writing request! This story is SFW fluff. Please enjoy!

WARNINGS: Body image issues, Insecurity

It was so rewarding to be comfortable in your own skin. Years of insecurities, diet culture, and aggressive advertising on what the “perfect” body should look like had kept you down. It went on for far too long, and you decided at one point you had enough of it. Overcoming your confidence issues was a difficult task, but you had learned to love the body you had, appreciating every single inch. 

That also meant getting more comfortable with showing off some skin. One of the things you had struggled with the most for ages was your stretch marks. It took you quite a while to figure out that they were a lot more common than you realized, and that there was nothing to be ashamed of with them. 

Just like bodies, they came in all different shapes, sizes, and colors. They weren’t ugly or a problem, they were just something you could have. 

So with time, you learned to show them off with pride. After all, you lived in Santa Carla, and the weather could get quite hot in the summertime. The less clothing you wore, the better. Crop tops, shorts, tank tops, anything that showed off your amazing body. You loved it dearly, and now you wouldn’t feel ashamed showing it off to the world.

It was actually the reason you met the boys. 

You were at a concert on the beach, listening to the music without a care in the world. Four incredibly handsome boys were checking you out and offered a dance with you. The rest was history. 

Not only were you in with the coolest biker gang in all of Santa Carla, but you had also won the heart of their leader. David. Your platinum blond, devilish-grinned knight in shining armor. 

The other boys already found you attractive, but David was absolutely enamored by you. He was an old soul, kissing your hand and whispering sweet nothings about how no artwork of Venus herself could compare to you. 

And as for the stretch marks? Oh, he adored them. He affectionately called them "tiger stripes" and loved to take his gloves off to trace his bare fingers along them. He mapped out each line carefully, memorizing your marks. If he was feeling extra lovey, he would get down and press kisses along your belly and thighs. Your sequels of delight only fueled his need to kiss you more. 

He truly did love you and he thought your body was perfect. 

But while he thought highly of you, there was this lingering feeling that he might not feel the same way about himself. Sure, David was quite confident. He had a cocky grin and an assertive strut to his walk whenever he and the boys hit the streets. He knew nobody could touch him and he was always in control. 

It was more subtle hints that you picked up on. The first one was how he bundled up more than his brothers. While they flaunted their abs and firm chests every night, David was fully covered with a thick shirt and not one, but two long jackets. If you ever asked if he was too hot, he'd insist he was fine. 

Another was in relation to your intimate moments together. He always undressed you first, ravenous for your body in every sense of the word. But when it was his turn to disrobe, he shut off the lights before doing so. You had been with him for a while now, yet you still hadn't seen his entire body under his clothing. 

One day, you finally figured out why that was. 

It was a complete accident. You had been in your room with David, cozy on your bed while he was looking through some movies for you two to potentially watch together. He hadn't slept too well during the morning, so he let out a large yawn and lifted his arms up to stretch. 

When he did so, his shirt pulled up at the bottom, allowing you to see all of his stomach. To both your surprise and delight, David was a bit thicker in the waist. Soft and curvy with a happy trail of brown hair under his belly button. 

What truly caught your attention were the marks on his belly. Stretch marks. Just like your own. 

But you didn't get a good enough look. He noticed you staring. A spark of panic showed in his eyes and he swiftly pulled his outfit back into place. 

"Wait! David, please don't be shy!" you pleaded. Quick on your feet, you slipped off the bed and made your way over to him. He was always so confident but now he had an expression of shame on his face. 

"What's wrong, honey?" you cooed. "I have stretch marks too! You don't want me to hide them, do you?"

He looked absolutely shocked you would even suggest such a thing.

"Never, my love," he said, pulling your hand to his lips for a kiss. "I adore your body more than I could possibly explain. It's just…your marks are perfect. Mine aren't"

You were positively shocked. David was the most handsome man you ever laid eyes on. He was perfect in your eyes, especially if he had stretch marks like your own. 

"What are you talking about? Why don’t you like them?"

"Well, there was once a time long ago when people made fun of me. I wasn't the man I am now. I was soft-spoken and very timid. It gave others the chance to point out my flaws"

He leaned against part of the bedroom wall, looking down at his feet while crossing his arms. It seemed that he really couldn't look you in the eyes admitting such things. 

"I was a bit chubby as a child. Less than I am now, but it caused these marks on my stomach to show up. I'm already very pale, so they're quite  noticeable. I grew to hate them. So you know what I did?" 

"What did you do, honey?" you asked, being as sweet as possible with your tone. 

"I covered up. I refused to let anyone see me underneath. I acted tougher and more assertive so others would treat me with more respect," he explained. "The reason why I'm much more supportive of others with their own bodies is that I would never want them to feel the insecurities I felt"

David finally looked up from the floor, meeting your gaze with those perfect, blue eyes. For once, he had a genuine, soft smile rather than a smirk. 

"You are perfect, inside and out. I'll never stop feeling that way, even if I don't feel that way about myself"

It broke your heart to see David look so insecure. Whatever hate he had experienced was completely unjustified. You adored him for all that he was, and it was important to you that he saw that too. 

So you were going to do something about it. 

"David," you said softly. "Give me your hand"

He seemed skeptical of whatever it was you had in mind. His eyebrow was raised and his posture stiffened. And yet, he knew he could trust you. With his hand slipped into yours, you guided him into the bathroom. It was where your biggest mirror was and it was crucial for what you needed to do. 

David wasn't entirely happy with his reflection. He made a face when he caught sight of his image. Poor thing was probably thinking of a hundred things he didn't like about himself. 

"Now then. You know what I see when I look at you?" you asked him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, gently tugging him into a hug from behind. 

"I see someone who has shown me nothing but true kindness since the day we met. Someone who would do anything for the ones he loves. All that love you have inside your heart makes you truly perfect" 

He was starting to soften up a bit. Though his expression was now in a playful smirk at your mushy words, you watched him stay focused as you went on. 

"Every part of your appearance reminds me of something special about you. That beard on your face makes me think of all the laughter you've caused when you tickle my skin. Your lips remind me of every tender kiss we've shared. These arms have held me close while the hands caressed me, letting me feel safe when I'm having a bad day"

You traced over each part of David you listed off. After all the amazing moments you two had shared together, you could have done this blindfolded. With each part, David seemed a little bit happier. 

Feeling bold, you took hold of the bottom hem of his shirt, tugging it upward to reveal his stomach. Though shame was painted on his face at the sight of those marks, you had nothing short of pure adoration for them. 

"And these," you cooed, tracing your fingers over the lines. "Remind me of how fierce you are. Tiger stripes. That's what you call mine. David, you are the bravest, strongest, most loyal man I've ever met. You are the most amazing partner I could ever dream of having, and I would be proud to tell anyone you're mine"

Something in his eyes showed that lingering insecurity. But with every sweet word you shared, the more it faded away. The way he looked at your reflections together was as if he was falling in love all over again. 

"You never once made me feel ugly with my own stripes, and I want to do what I can to return that kindness. You're perfect, David. I wouldn't change a thing about you because I love everything about you. I love you"

The words surprised even you. It had all come from the heart and without how full it was for David, you could have written a book describing your love. 

He must have appreciated it because his icy blues were starting to spot with tears in the corners. David was certainly not one to cry, yet here he was getting misty-eyed. He smiled bashfully as he quickly wiped them away.

"God, I love you too," he sighed. David looked away from the mirror so he could turn to you, pulling you close for a kiss. You could have melted right then and there. 

When you both released from the kiss, he pressed his forehead to yours, sharing a tender moment before speaking again. 

"Just don't tell the other guys about me almost crying"

Laughter filled the room as the two of you burst into a fit of giggles. It was just too adorable seeing him so happy and carefree again. That was the David you knew and loved. 

The two of you embraced for another minute before heading back to your room. With David in good spirits again, you both were able to pick the best movie and get it started so your date night could continue. 

You cuddled him close in your bed, head tucked in the crook of his neck, and your body snuggled into his side. Your fingers had made their way under his shirt again, gently caressing his stretch marks as he had done several times for you. 

Never again would either of you feel shame for them. They were love marks. Something that reminded you both of how truly special you were. 

[over-driving]

turbulent

felix x fem! reader

you and felix broke up years ago, but now felix has the best idea on a way to get you back

wc: 700

warnings: established break up, felix wants to get reader back, mention of idol life and concerts

seeing your ex boyfriend’s face on billboards and hearing his voice on the radio wasn't exactly what you wanted. but you're proud of his success, nonetheless. a part of you wishes that you could've been there for him during this time in his life, be a person he could go to for comfort when he's too stressed. the possibility of that happening ended years ago, though, when you and felix broke up a couple months before his debut. within the years you two have been separated, you thought that you would get over felix. although, as of a couple months ago, the idea of moving on has gotten ten times more difficult.

a couple months ago stray kids had a comeback. you heard bits and pieces of their newly released music playing in stores and on the radio but what really caught your attention was the fact that one of their new songs was a love song. this love song was discussed often on social media, mainly that felix played a big part in writing the lyrics. you're the one who broke up with felix but the idea of him being with someone else hurt. naturally, you decided to listen to the song in full and that was when you realized that the lyrics were about you. felix wrote a love song about you years after breaking up. one thing that most stays didn't pick up on was the passive aggressiveness of the lyrics. it wasn't your average love song, the lyrics expressed hope and pain at the same time. was lee felix possibly still in love with you after all these years, after you broke his heart?

then last week, you got an email from jype. you had never expected to get an email from your ex boyfriend's company asking for permission to use your voice in one of stray kids’ songs. you didn't send back a response until two days later. you had asked what exactly they meant by ‘use your voice’, you weren't an idol or anything so you quickly knew that felix had something to do with this. and you were right, jype had said that they wanted to use audio clips of your voice that a member already has. the only information you got from their second email is that felix saved all of the voice messages you sent him when you were dating. not only that, but the fact that he still listens to them.

you had told the company that it was fine to use your voice in their song. you regret telling them that. it only opened up a new gateway of communication between you and felix. you were about to unknowingly cross a bridge that got torn down years ago.

since then, the song has been released and many fans were speculating who the female voice in the song was. jype has been giving you opportunities to come to the company and meet stray kids, which you always decline. you can't face felix again. that was until the company offered you one free concert ticket. it's one night and you'll be in a crowd with thousands of other people, there's no way he’ll be able to spot you out; so you decided to go to the concert. it was such a stupid idea, of course they’ll give you vip and you’d be in the front row.

now, in the pit of some random venue, you are face to face with your ex boyfriend who stares at you from the elevated height of the stage. you stare back, giving him the most calculated glare, letting him know that you know everything.

you leave the concert not wanting another thing to do with lee felix or the rest of stray kids. unfortunately those cards weren't in your favor. since in a couple days you’ll not only get another email from jype but a text from a number you forgot you still had in your phone; a person who goes by the name lee yongbok.

requests are open !!

[withoutyouimsaskia]

The Placebo Effect

When it comes to music, for me, there is no other band that compares to Placebo.

Placebo came into my life when I was around 9 or 10 and they changed my life. I didn't understand the gravity of the lyrics in many of the songs but I loved the sound of them. It was unlike anything I had ever heard before (or since for that matter).

Brian Molko and Stefan Olsdal inspire me every day. They are two of my favourite people on the planet. The influence they have on me is profound. I find solace and joy in their art and their aesthetic informs a lot of the choices I make with clothing and makeup.

Their music is a safe space.

They are the reason I created a Tumblr profile; I wanted photos and GIFs of them on tap. My username and bio description are Placebo related and my profile picture was taken with a special filter they made when the Surrounded by Spies single was released in 2021.

I was fortunate enough to see them live for the first time last night (13/06/23) in my favourite venue. Second row. Right in front of Brian. So close that I could see the blue-green of their eyes.

Right from the opening chords of Forever Chemicals, I went to another plane and still haven't come back.

This was the one. The perfect concert.

They are masters of their craft. The mix of older and newer songs. The relevance of the lyrics. Every note was poignant and visceral. The power in Brian's voice was stunning.

Seeing the enjoyment on Brian and Stefan's faces as they smiled and gave knowing looks to each other, it warmed my heart. I made eye contact with both of them several times and being able to connect with them like that was unbelievably special.

I sang to every song, and danced and jumped. I threw my hands up and shook my hair around. I cried when they played Song to Say Goodbye and Happy Birthday in the Sky. I kept putting my hand on my chest, right over my heart, so I could feel the vibrations of the music. I let go of my inhibitions. I love that they encouraged a no phone/camera policy; it was a room full of people living in a unique moment. For 23 songs, they had us in the palm of their hands.

It was a gift to share that time with them. To watch them do what they love and to hear songs that I connect to on such a deep emotional level.

When they left, the cheers and clapping went on for ages and I started to process what had just happened.

Outside, I reunited with the friends I had made while queuing and inside the venue, and we had a very excitable de-brief together, took group photos and exchanged contact details.

It was a perfect evening. I was euphoric. Floating far above the metaphoric clouds.

And then I met Stefan. Actual Stefan Olsdal. One of my absolute favourite people. I had written a letter to him and Brian and decided to ask the security people outside the tour bus if they could get it to them. I got an even better and totally unexpected offer: "would you like to meet Stefan?"

The next thing I know, he's coming out the bus to specifically speak to me.

It was so easy to talk to him. He's very softly spoken and sweet. He asked me how long I had been following them and was surprised at how young I had been. He also seemed excited that it was my first time seeing them.

I did gush a bit incoherently but he was lovely and and comforting. His replies to my praise were humble and precious. I loved seeing his smile up close. He also gives very satisfying and long hugs. I adore the photo we took together and I will treasure it forever.

I mean, look at Stefan's beautiful face.

Thank you Placebo for your art, and for last night. It was like being in a dream. I will never be the same again ❤️

[blueberry-beanie]

Half Moon Run at Festsaal Kreuzberg, Berlin | 30th Sept. 2023 | photos by me

A little tale of a great concert with Half Moon Run and Flyte, and of spending a day in Berlin with Andrey the next day. I've divided the text into sections for you to skip to the best part.

Ich will nicht nach Berlin

Berlin has a special place reserved for me in its heart. However, it's not a place of love or appreciation, but a place of chaos and unforseen little catastrophes. This is why I barely wanted to get out of bed on Saturday morning to catch my train. For god's sake, I thought, as I stood sandwiched between other travellers in the second overcrowded train of the day, this city already hates me before I even get there. Of course, that had more to do with the prolonged weekend for German Day of Unity than with Berlin, but still.

Other than that everything went smoothly. The weather was really nice. I was even on time and had a good meal at the Vapiano in the main station. The hostel was fine, although I lost my way a little bit when trying to find it. I put on a new necklace I had bought while waiting for a connecting train and made my way to the Festsaal Kreuzberg. Of course I could not find the location right away as Google Maps lead me into some weird inner yard with loads of graffiti. There were several venues and some outdoor club as well and it was all situated near the river.

Wagenburgen and queues

Since there was no queue I decided to take a stroll along the Mauerweg near the river. Many people had the same idea as me because it was a beautiful Saturday evening. There is some sort of hippie camp in this park called the Wagenburg and people were making music there and dancing. When I returned, there was still no queue. However N had a little heart attack for me, because a certain satirist decided to appear after five months of silence to promote a demonstration against right wing politics. While I was still happily grinning like an idiot, I noticed a photographer and three guys across the street near the venue. I think it must have been the band taking some photos but I did not try to approach them.

People only started arriving half an hour before doors. And right away a young woman called Marianne joined me. She is a big fan of Half Moon Run and had never been to their concert because the band had never visited her home country Mexico. So now she was excited to finally see her heroes as well as their opening act Flyte. She was soon joined by Laurits, who was equally nice. He is actually a big fan of Flyte, so the evening was just a perfect opportunity for them.

The venue itself is actually quite beautiful. It was bigger than I anticipated with an entrance hall that also hosted the merch stand and the cloakroom. The concert hall had a balcony and a podium with red sofas. The three of us secured great spots at the middle-right of the stage. The stage itself was not separated by a barrier so we would have the best possible view.

When I decided to avoid the overcrowded merch stand at the end of the concert, Berlin intervened again and decided that today is not the day for card payments. So I had to return to pay for the album with cash a few minutes later. That was another girl's luck because I gave her the missing money for a t-shirt and and thanked me around forty-two times and immediately paid it back via Paypal. Then it was time to sit on the floor for a while longer and wait until the concert would begin.

Flyte and Half Moon Run

Around eight o'clock Flyte came on to play an acoustic setlist for us. The duo from London consists of the songwriters Will Taylor and Nick Hill. Both of them seemed lovely and have wonderful voices. The songs were calm and dreamy, some a bit sad, others hopeful. They were accompanied by some little stories and funny jokes and overall the audience seemed to love them. I soon realised that the lighting engineer was enjoying themselves with many colourful and moving lights, so I decided to take quite a few photos of the band. I tried out three different prisms to achieve a wide range of effects and overall had a wonderful time.

Then the "living room concert" was over and roadies came onstage to arrange everything for Half Moon Run. We were on Conner's side with the keyboard right in front of us. Dylan's drum kit and keyboard were situated in the middle to the back of the stage and Devon would play on the left side with his drum already set up next to the mic stand.

The band started with You Can Let Go from their current album Salt. It was a perfect opening and I enjoyed it right away. It was followed by one of my favourites, Hotel in Memphis. I was very happy to hear another favourite, Narrow Margins, as well. I realised quickly that everything sounded amazing and that the band hadn't lost any of their power or stage presence, despite of now being a trio. The last time I saw them in Manchester in 2019, they still had Isaac Symmonds as their fourth member, who has since gone solo.

What has not improved, however, is their lighting. It is a rare case when the support act has better lighting than the main band. It was cool and it did fit the songs but it was really dark, unpredictable and a nightmare for taking photos. The other thing I didn't enjoy was the overpowering bass for the likes of Salt and Alco. I think it did not fit the songs and made them less fun to listen to.

On the other hand, the performance of Devil May Care was just lovely. Just as in Manchester, the band gathered around one microphone at the front and sang together. The last song before the encore was She Wants to Know and the crowd went absolutely crazy for this one. Overall, the older songs sounded a bit more rounded and thought-through in my opinion and it was wonderful to hear them live again. The encore started with Favourite Boy and I really got nostalgic because that was the first song I heard live when they played in London at Rough Trade East. I instantly fell in love with it back then and listened to it a lot during my time in London.

Their last two songs were Fire Escape and then of course Full Circle, the ultimate banger. However, we cheered so much that they had to come back one more time to play a final song for us, Need It, another one from their first album. And that was it - the final bow and the lights came up again. Marianne, absolutely overjoyed for the entire concert, caught one of Conner's picks. The setlist went to another girl, but that was alright too.

Happy endings at the merch stand

We went to the merch table because the woman working there had told me earlier that the band may come out. But first there were the two lovely guys from Flyte. Laurits had the time of his life with his heroes, they gave him a hug and took the cutest photo together with their heads resting on his shoulder. They looked like old friends! Overall such an extremely lovely band. If they had any of their albums there I would have bought one. But instead I only told them that I enjoyed their show and that their lights were beautiful. Apparently the lighting designer had been allowed full artistic freedom. I told them that I had a lot of nice photos and they encouraged me to share them later. (They actually did see and share the photos today, which is really lovely!) Then, when almost everyone had already gone, suddenly Devon and Dylan appeared out of nowhere. I actually wouldn't have noticed them right next to me behind a wooden counter if Marianne hadn't exclaimed that they were there. "Wow, where did you come from so fast?" I asked them in surprise. Devon was actually being cheeky and replied "Oh why, we're actually quite late." They first attended to Marianne who was absolutely overjoyed to talk to them. Then it was already my turn and I asked them to sign a CD for me and Devon inquired about my name. So now I have two personally signed Half Moon Run CDs already, yay! I told them it was great to see them again because the last time was in London and Manchester four years ago and Devon agreed that this felt like an eternity. Both of them were kind enough to pose for a photo and I thanked them again and stepped back to allow others to talk to them. Marianne actually ended up going back again to take a photo and the night was already more than perfect.

Nighttime fries

Marianne and Laurits decided to walk me to the nearest station at Treptower park. We talked about concerts and bribing band members with chocolate. Marianne made me laugh a lot when she complimented my "dancing" which is really just me vibing to my favourite songs. I can't dance at all. Because their friend didn't pick up the phone to arrange a meet up they asked me if I wanted to grab food with them. Actually I was very hungry and had nothing at the hostel, so I thanked them and agreed. We went back to Jannowitzbrücke and found a Döner that was still open. After some fries and cold drinks we parted with hugs and I walked back to the hostel to shower and fall into bed.

I have a special place in Berlin's heart - part two

Berlin truly loves me. After around four hours asleep I was wide awake at six in the morning although I only had to leave at ten to meet Andrey. Andrey is a friend of N - he is originally from Moscow but he came to Berlin to live and work in his dream city. He's been here only for a bit more than two months and already feels like a local, walking around in Treptower Park and picking up all cats in a five kilometer radius daily. So I thought, to avoid getting more of the wrath of Berlin, I should team up with someone who loves this city as much as it loves him.

As it turned out, that was a brilliant idea because even with Andrey by my side, we were not in luck that day. It already started with me somehow going to the wrong station, getting lost while explaining to a foreign tourist couple how they shouldn't get lost, and then discovering that my coat had some stains while trying to navigate to his house. Even at his house when I rang the doorbell I somehow managed to run up the wrong staircase, resulting in him being very confused where I disappeared to.

Andrey is a lovely and very outgoing person who is excellent at leading conversations and navigating through the city. An overall well-mannered and lovely guy who makes you feel very safe and relaxed. I am not sure whether he got that part or whether my jokes about how easy it would be to abduct me because I have no sense of orientation unsettled him. In any case we could not have breakfast at the coffee shop he wanted, so we walked to an alternative.

I must confess I have never had breakfast with someone at any bakery or anything. Closest would be some sort of brunch I had in Vienna last year, but that was more like lunch already. Here we had a bagel for me and some eggs for him as well as chai latte and orange juice. The breakfast was tasty, but two wasps agreed that Andrey was much tastier than the breakfast altogether. The poor guy had to battle with them until one fell into my orange juice and flew off after a rescue with the straw.

We talked about a wide variety of topics the whole day as he is a very chatty person who always comes up with something new to inquire about. After the breakfast we took a train to the Museumsinsel where the Pergamon is situated alongside other museums. If Berlin hates me, the Pergamon hates me just a little bit more because this has been at least the fourth attempt to visit it - and it did not turn out again. In fact we could not visit any of the museums because the entry was (almost) free that day. That means that everything was completely booked out.

Berlin zoo and miso soup

I suggested to go to the zoo instead and Andrey agreed. I hadn't been to a zoo since childhood and Andrey had not seen all of it during his last visit. On top of that the weather was absolutely perfect. We took a bus to the zoo and could skip the queue because I had already bought the tickets online. The zoo was well-attended, but not overcrowded at most places. We saw many cool animals, including monkeys, owls and an elephant up close. The elephant was eating acorns and it was amazing to see such a huge animal up close. Meanwhile Andrey insisted that it would be better to have the lions closer and that petting the jaguar would in fact not be dangerous for him. I shocked him a bit with dark humour about bitten off hands or broken bones but I think he was still alright because it was compensated by some compliments about his beard.

We didn't get to see a lot of the pandas and no snakes at all because they were in the aquarium for no reason, but instead we walked for quite a bit to get to some Japanese restaurant that served miso soup. We had to eat in a hurry and our plan of calling N while waiting for food did not work out. We instead called her on the way back to his apartment, where we had left my backpack. It was too short and too chaotic but better than no call at all. Thankfully we made it to the main station in time. Here we were greeted by another special kind of luck only I bring to this city: There were huge queues outside the grocery stores and we had to buy insanely pricey drinks at subway. We parted with a hug and I felt a bit sad and empty to be alone so suddenly after a whole day with such engaging company.

Maybe the drunk guy at the platform thought the same, so he immediately began to follow me around and harrass me literally two minutes after Andrey had gone. This city really loves me... Thankfully I got into another train compartment than him and had a calm journey. There were no significant delays or anything on my way back - on the contrary: My acquaintance and evening show co-mod from the radio was in the same train back home and we travelled the last part together.

Dear Berlin, I had such a wonderful weekend in your city - I just wish you would show me more love. Maybe we should do couple therapy together? I would surely love to come back to see another concert and maybe say hi to Andrey once again. See you soon!

[jimimn]

I'm so annoyed by this fandom. Why are so many ppl acting like bts hasn't been talking about how they DO NOT have enough time to do everything before they have to enlist. Yes, back to back releases kinda suck because you can get overwhelmed really quickly but it's not like they are doing this on purpose?? They did not look at Jimin charting on billboard and said ight no more of that, time for another album?? Also for Yoongi's tour they do not book the venues like 2 days before the concert??? His tour was probably decided months ago and so was his album, and Jimin knew and Yoongi knew and everyone knew?? So can people just shut up. And like where is this "Jimin didn't have his chance" or whatever is coming from. He did so much for his promotion, which is STILL GOING BTW like he'll literally still have his studio choom video. And people act like as soon as something new drops, they immediately have to stop listening to Face??? You can enjoy both face and d-day at the same time??? We had a break after JITB and Indigo but I honestly do not think they had any more promo than Face. Like everyone did what they could and wanted to. I'm sorry for venting in your inbox, I'm just annoyed. Time to take a twitter break I guess.

(you sent this before bb100 was announced so i will reply accordingly fhfkjrkrjdk) maybe I'm on the good side of twitter or wtv but i didn't see ppl being negative on my tl. i saw screenshots of jimin solos and yoongi solos fighting (are we even surprised) but that's about it. ppl who are making an issue about this need to realise that it's all fuckin planned. it's not like they didn't know that it would be back to back. but what other choice do they have with so little time on their hands???? they said they want to return and get together as soon as possible so they're gonna have to enlist by the end of this year to come back in 2025. Jimin did not miss any chance his album is doing really well. His promotions are over too. Also people have to realise that the members are two separate individual artists as well. And while two individuals can perfectly have their albums come out on the same day, they still gave us two weeks in between the releases too. Which i think is enough time 😭 people really need to stop making this a fuckin race and enjoy the music that they put out for us. They're on limited time right now and we need to understand that. They wouldn't have been releasing back to back if they had a choice. and even if they did i dont think we still had any right to question that. And exactly like you don't need to stop listening to face just because a new album is dropping? 😭😭 by that logic are you not listening to jitb or indigo then??? 😭 so fucking stupid fr. I'm sorry for taking long time to reply. I hope you take a break and feel better soon 🥺

[misiwrites]

Mayblade Day 11

[previous: chapter 1 & 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6 | chapter 7 | chapter 8 | chapter 9 | chapter 10]

CHAPTER 11 prompt: music characters: hiromi, emily, mao, ayaka, julia, mathilda (+ salima, zeo, ming-ming, kyouju, giancarlo, mentions of others) pairings: --- (there's something implied here tho)

Hiromi had never been to a live concert, neither a classic nor a rock one. Today, she would have had the opportunity to see both; the school gym had been turned into a concert venue, and after the bake sale was over, the music performance part of the event began.

Hiromi got help from Salima and another student council member to take her stall apart, then went to change back into her own clothes in the bathrooms. She took such a long time wriggling out of the dress, regretting not asking for help with that as well, that she ended up missing the classic half of the concert – the part meant to lure in the students’ parents and other regular folk and fill the cash jars up just a little further. Hiromi knew that her classmate Zeo played the violin in the concert, the rest she wasn’t familiar with. She caught the very end of his performance before it was over.

And then, the fun part began. As Hiromi remained hanging around the gym entrance, a team of volunteers started clearing the gym floor of chairs and setting up stage lights in the front. It was the band club’s turn.

“Have you gone check them out yet?” asked Emily who pounced at her from behind.

“The band club?” Hiromi asked.

“Yeah.”

“No, I haven’t. Do you know someone who’s in it?”

“I do know them, but I don’t know know them. The singer, Ming-Ming, is a friend of Garland and Brooklyn.”

In thirty minutes’ time, the gym had been transformed into a night club. They’d somehow even set up a bar – for non-alcoholic drinks only, obviously, though it was a well-known secret that students would always smuggle their own booze in anyway.

Another thirty minutes and the place was chock-full of students, jamming it to the all-female band playing their pop rock songs. It wasn’t bad, but not the kind of music Hiromi usually listened to. As a backdrop for hanging out with friends and forgetting all about the nauseating encounter with the photographer boy, though, it was perfect.

“She looks like a first-year but I've never seen her before!” she shouted at Emily over the music and general hubbub, eyes on the stage.

“You mean Ming-Ming?” Emily bellowed back. “No, she’s from 2-B! She’s in the same class with Steve and the rest!”

“Whaaat?!” Hiromi could have sworn that the cute, blue-haired singer looked fifteen years old, tops. In fact, she didn’t look like a high schooler at all.

While giving Ming-Ming a critical assessment with this new information, she also noticed a familiar looking, albeit very small, figure right below the stage doing what she could only accurately describe as fucking losing it. It was Professor. He was wearing some kind of fanboy headband and aggressively waved light blue penlights in both hands. She decided to pretend she didn’t recognize him.

A moment later, Hiromi and Emily were joined by Mao and Ayaka who were both carrying two drinks, one set of extra for their friends to share. “Hey, good job with the bake sale today!” Mao told Hiromi and handed her a pink mocktail with a strawberry floating on top. “You were the cutest maid, no competition!”

They retreated to sit at the bleachers, far enough from the stage that they could somewhat feasibly hold a conversation. It felt nice, having a group of friends to just hang out and talk with, a drink in hand.

Salima was missing, though. Hiromi hadn’t seen her after dismantling the stall with her and by now the gym was too full of people, too dim and noisy and bustling for her to pinpoint a single person in there. It was a bummer, though; Salima would have deserved some fun time off.

She decided to voice her thoughts. The others hummed in agreement, but there was an awkward sort of lull afterwards. Nobody dared speculate Salima’s possible absence, why she’d perhaps left home already, all alone.

“I wonder if she’ll be coming to the party,” Mao pondered, lazily jamming to whatever Ming-Ming’s band was playing in the background. Then, as if a light bulb had just gone off above her head, her golden eyes lit up and darted at Hiromi. “Hey, you should come too!”

The drinking straw slipped out of Hiromi’s mouth. “Wha, where?”

“Julia is throwing a party in a couple of weeks. It’s gonna be fun, you should totally come!”

“Julia?” The fact that she was being invited to the party of someone she didn’t even know was confusing, frightening, and kind of flattering all at once. She hadn’t been invited anywhere since someone’s birthday in elementary school.

“Julia Fernandez. She’s in 2-A.”

She was being invited to the party of a second-year she didn’t know?

“Look, that’s her,” Ayaka added and pointed somewhere behind Hiromi’s shoulder. Hiromi turned just in time to witness a very pretty, very stylish girl with long, flowy hair of strawberry blonde and cocoa brown who was being approached by the same fair-haired clown of a gentleman who’d terrorized the vendor stalls earlier; and, just as she realized that the girl was one of the people she’d seen performing circus tricks with her twin lookalike, she punched the Casanova guy right in the nose and sent him flying across the gym-gone-dancefloor. The crowd retreated with a gasp, then erupted into joyous laughter and applause.

“Classic Julia!” Mao said cheerfully and clapped with the rest. Then she raised her hand and waved, beckoning this femme fatale to join their little circle by the bleachers.

And Julia did. She was followed by the girl from 1-B whom Hiromi had also already met earlier that day, Mathilda. Mao didn’t waste any time to go ahead and introduce Hiromi to them as “Aya’s classmate” and, apparently, choosing this was enough of a reason to invite her to Julia’s house party. This second-year girl was obviously good friends with her juniors, as she didn’t mind the suggestion at all. Just like that, Hiromi had been invited to her life's first house party.

“You were 1-A’s vendor, weren’t you?” Mathilda then asked Hiromi with a shy, friendly smile. She seemed like a very sweet girl.

“I was!”

“Did you have fun doing it? The outfit suited you really well.”

Hiromi replied an affirmative, saying she greatly enjoyed the job. “Thank you. I was surprised how well it suited Max as well, I couldn’t have guessed. To be honest, I thought you’d be the 1-B vendor, Mathilda.”

“He wanted to keep it a secret until the last moment,” she said and giggled. “It’s so like him. Max loves shocking people.”

“Are you friends with him? He seems like the kind of guy who gets along with everyone.”

“Mm… Well, it’s like you say, I think everyone is friends with him… but I wouldn’t say I know him exactly.” Mathilda turned to look at Mao for support. “Everyone in our class is pretty close, but…”

“Yeah, like, we don’t really know him outside school. Doesn’t he live right next to you, though, Em?” Mao followed by turning to Emily who, to Hiromi’s mild surprise, was sipping her orange mocktail with a sour expression; Emily hadn’t uttered a single word over this exchange.

“Sometimes,” she said bluntly.

“Ah, right. He’s got two homes – divorced parents and stuff.” Mao took a sip of her own drink, another pink one but a hue darker than Hiromi’s. “His little puppy crush got kind of famous in our class, maybe that’s why it feels like we know him better than we actually do.”

Hiromi pricked her ears at this remark. Now they were approaching the territory she truthfully was feeling her curiosity growing towards. “I was wondering about that,” she began, choosing her words carefully. “Do you know if he’s, uh… you know… interested in guys?”

Her question earned a round of chuckles from Mao, Mathilda, and Ayaka. Even Julia, who was browsing her phone, was grinning a little through her dark lipstick.

“Because he wanted to wear a dress? No no no,” said Mao and whisked her hand. “I mean – well, I guess he could also be? But I doubt anything tops that crush he’s got going for Mariam.”

Hiromi’s eyebrows shot up. Mariam? Another new name out of nowhere. “But… But he…” Oh, there was no way of expressing the way she’d seen him act today without sounding totally deranged to the other girls. Not to mention, she had thought Max was interested in the boy who obviously was Mao’s close friend, maybe even boyfriend… and now she was beginning to feel like she’d stumbled upon some weird polycule situation that, frankly, was none of her business.

“And Mariam couldn’t give a rat’s ass about some first-year,” Emily then retorted. She was being weirdly off-putting today; she appeared to be staring daggers at her glass, aggressively stirring the straw in the remainders of her drink. “What an idiot.”

“Ugh, I broke a nail thanks to that Don Juan,” grumbled Julia, surveying the condition of her fingers. “And I literally put them on a minute ago.”

And just like that, the topic of Max was forgotten. The rest moved on while Hiromi slouched a little and got lost in her thoughts, wondering what this all was about.

[jameslovin1]

Introduction: I used to do a thing back in LiveJournal days called "The Patti Report", about Ghost of the Robot shows and James Marsters appearances. I stopped because I started getting negative pushback that I was bragging (I wasn't, or at least, didnt mean to; I wrote them for people who weren't able to be there to get a taste; I even held back things so it wouldn't look that way. Ah jealousy!), and others were taking my words and twisting them out of context to read negatively and I was NOT having that. It became not worth it. I'm kinda reviving TPR for a friend who requested it, but about the show I saw last night. Here goes:

The Patti Report

Louis Tomlinson "Faith in the Future World Tour" at MGM Music Hall, Boston, MA

July 25, 2023

So, I went to see Louis Tomlinson, late of 1Direction, now solo-touring with his "Faith in the Future World Tour" show, promoting his solo album, delayed 2 years because of COVID19.

It started with me nearly not making it at all. I had flown across country for another show (added much later than my Louis tickets) the previous day with no issues and plenty of time. (I should be in an ad--or maybe a record book--flying across country and back to make 2 concerts in 2 days!😅) The return was tight, I knew, but had it been on time, would have left me just enough time to get to the venue, maybe even to my car to drop my bag and back (which thankfully the venue had a coatcheck! Thank you MGM Music Hall!) But, I was flying Spirit Airlines (note, for the frist, and hopefully, the last time! Spirit Airlines deserves every bit of the ragging they get!), so they were late leaving, and because of that, we got stuck on the tarmac on arrival for almost 45 minutes, complete with screaming baby the whole time. The cumulative effect was that the show had already started before I even got off the plane. I paid dearly for a cab and got there, thankfully, just as the opening act was finishing their set. Which I didn't know was happening, thank goodness for them, and sorry I missed them! I was massively stressed out and exhausted by the time I got there.

I admit up front that I was not a fan of Louis Tomlinson nor of 1D--not against them, just not interested in most current music, mainly because of bad tinnitus that makes music hard to listen to, and because of a lack of music I find palatable... I'm old, OK?!😅 and picky--last music genres I got into were Alt Rock and Grunge! So, that rather describes my most recent musical tastes, which is not Louis, LOL! I went for a friend who couldn't go herself. What I found there was a very pleasant surprise.

I hadn't listened to much of his music, see above for why. So, I was unfamiliar with any of it and him for the most part. I had gone to see Harry Styles' "Love on Tour" back in 2021, another ex-1D member I'd had no prior interest in until my friend introduced them to me. I was only barely a little more familiar with Harry's music, but as with Louis, I went for my friend to see him, too. I can't help but compare the two ex-bandmates from my limited experience of them, but I also want to get into how I experienced Louis individually. So, here are my observations:

First, Louis and Harry are *very* different! Different styles, energies, personas, all of it. Almost night and day different. I had expected a little more "Harry-ness" (as I think of it, the whole rock-star persona/performance) given their joint past of "teething" as a corporate-formed boy band from a TV show contest. But none appeared. Despite their time as part of the same band, they are very different as solo artists. Where Harry's is a very big, polished show, Louis's is intimate, raw and very 'present'.

I decided that Louis is a modern version of a classic "crooner". He sings heartfelt songs (not that Harry doesn't, just very differently, and less of them.) He sings them with little fanfare or theatrics, just a man and a mike which he sometimes removes fom the stand to walk across the stage. (Aside: He seemed to favor stage right over stage left, even beginning the encore on that side, which made me wonder if there was someone, or something special going on, over there.😆)

With Harry, you get a whole show--dancing, theatrics, showy outfits, and lots of Harry-the-rock-star persona. Not so with Louis. No dance moves or showy showmanship, no costumes, just singing. It's all about the music with Louis; not putting on a show, but just singing from the heart. Which isn't a bad thing, not at all, just a different thing.

Louis wore black. Black jeans, black sneakers without the usual ugly, gigantic soles of most running shoes (hallelujah!), and a very cool black t-shirt with a stylized face on it. Given some of his stagewear choices (extremely rumpled tan shorts,really?😆) I gave this choice a huge thumbs-up!

I have no idea of the names of the songs, so no setlist, sorry. Sadly, because I enjoyed a couple of them especially, and would like to hear them again when the crowd isn't drowning him out (the tinnitus. From being too close to stages in my youth, let me be a cautionary tale!). I'll have to do some digging, and hope I can find them. NOTE: Since writing this, I have discovered it's "Written All Over Your Face" and apparently I am far from alone in its affect!🤣

I'll admit I'm not into tenors, preferring baritone male voices like Harry's. Louis has a way more than passable voice, but maybe because it was a second night? he sounded a little strained, hit a few flats, and let the audience do a lot of the singing, which they were more than happy to do at ear-splitting volume, LOL! All that minor stuff aside, the show was really enjoyable, way more than I expected, going in (sort of) blind as I did. The upbeat songs were perky and made me want to move (I was too exhausted to actually get up and dance, though, LOL); the slower songs were sung with a ton of heart. I was thoroughly engaged and engrossed. (continues below photos)

I had known Louis likes going walkies, and that he has a stage set-up that allows him to step down into the crowd, which I was looking for, and which he did near the end of the show (maybe in case his clothes got ripped? It has happened!) The crowd was well-behaved, it appeared from my seat; didn't maul him or at least, didn't rip his cool shirt, just touched and adored, which Louis eats up, it was obvious! The other amusement (to me) was someone threw a kid's ball on stage, which the soccer-loving Louis couldn't stop kicking, LOL!

The backdrops were 5 drop-screens that alternately showed the band, Louis, and very cool, sometimes psychedelic graphics. Later those were exchanged for what appeared to be drapes with lighting embedded in them. The overall lighting scheme was either red or blue dominant about 75% of the show, depending on the song (faster vs slower, respectively, or maybe based on lyrical content.) Red steamers came down near the end of the show. There was a brief break--all annouced rather than pretending to wait for the audience to go hoarse screaming for an encore the artists will do anyway--before a 4-song encore. One small negative note: he never introduced his band individually, which every other solo artist I've ever seen does.

I was so into it, but also so tired from a long 2 days, that I didn't check to see how long it was, but I'd guess about 1.5 hours. And, because of the unknown and his being a tenor, I was just a little surprised that I enjoyed every note of it as much as I did. I highly recommend his show even if you don't know his songs, it's just that infectious! The earlier stresses just melted away in the joy of the music and shared experience, and I went home energized enough for that 2+ hour midnight drive despite my earlier exhaustion. Thanks, Louis and company, for a lovely evening after the nightmare of getting there!

Peace,

PattiB

#louistomlinson #faithinthefutureworldtour

[mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa]

You said they are a non shipper why would they lie. For some clout, for some likes. Maybe. That person is a stalker. The same question applies. Why would some random op lie about Tae and his friend visiting a restaurant there? Way before all this beach drama started. And SK does have restuarants open until late. The restaurant too acknowledged it.

That person posted a picture of the cafe only for someone to call them out for stealing it from another army. And then they said it was a mistake. How do you put watermarks on a picture and not even realise it's not your own? They claim they have a clearer video but the photo is so blur. How did they get close enough to get a good video? And why aren't they posting a clearer picture from that close up video that atleast shows they faces? And the staff posted pictures too and they are wearing completely different clothes. Why did they wait so long to post about it? 20 days. A whole beach and only one person saw Taekook? How does one beleive that? Apparently they took a picture at car park after tma of Jk. And then landed at that beach when Taekook were there after concert. How convenient.

I don't believe them. If Jk was there, I'll wait for him to post a picture or something. I am not going to give attention to someone who stalks Jk in car parks.

MMM OKAY....

Before I continue Anon, please read what I post instead of skiming it and thinking I say things when I actually don't...

Also, as a note I don't follow the person claiming to have seen Taekook on the beach on night of the Busan concert. I merely did some research... unlike some.

You said they are a non shipper why would they lie.

No I didn't, I said they "supposedly not a shipper"

For some clout, for some likes. Maybe. That person is a stalker.

If you bothered to read their posts, you'll see they never intended to share this outside of a small Facebook private group, but someone in the group decided to leak this information to world and they were practically forced to provide proof of their account.

They biggest mistake of course was sharing it on Facebook, they should have realised something like that would have leaked...

Why would some random op lie about Tae and his friend visiting a restaurant there?

I never said they lied, I just raised a question about when they had a bloody meal.

And SK does have restuarants open until late. The restaurant too acknowledged it.

As did I acknowledge opening hours of restaurants in SK, in another ask. The issue I have is with timing.

That person posted a picture of the cafe only for someone to call them out for stealing it from another army. And then they said it was a mistake.

Actually, just so we're clear, they apologised for it, posted a different photo and a copy of their receipt from the venue.

How do you put watermarks on a picture and not even realise it's not your own?

You know what, sometimes people make mistakes, and with amount of shit on people's phones that's not their own shit, it's bound to happen now and then. But we all can't be perfect, can we?

They claim they have a clearer video but the photo is so blur.

Have you ever tried to take photo at night with very minimal light sources at a distance? Yeah it doesn't turn out well, and usually awful on most phones.

The "video" (if they have one), might have been taken at a different point on the beach where they might be a little closer and maybe had better light sources. Who knows, maybe there's not even a video.

How did they get close enough to get a good video?

Haven't you heard of the zoom function?

And why aren't they posting a clearer picture from that close up video that at least shows they faces?

Maybe because they don't want to considering, according to them, they didn't want to share this moment in the first place. Maybe.

Maybe, they don't want to be harassed further by certain shippers on twitter, which aren't taekookers it seems from their replies.

And the staff posted pictures too and they are wearing completely different clothes.

Did they? And why haven't I seen these alleged photos you claim have been posted? I want proof, just like those people (and yourself) wanted proof from bangtanniesbb.

Why did they wait so long to post about it? 20 days. A whole beach and only one person saw Taekook? How does one believe that?

I refer you to their twitter, where she never intended for any of this to get out at all. So, if some supposed leaker hadn't dropped the information, we may never have gotten it for months, if that's what they had really intended of course.

Apparently, they took a picture at car park after tma of Jk. And then landed at that beach when Taekook were there after concert. How convenient.

Ok they took a photo of JK getting into a car after The FACT Music Awards. WOW, you mean like probably hundreds of other fans who do the same or similar things to all members of BTS given the opportunity?

And if you bothered to read their tweets, you'll know that they stayed at a hotel on or near the same beach that Taekook allegedly were on. So, it's not that much of a stretch to think that they went for a walk and stubbled across them. But equally, I can acknowledge that they may have seen what's going on. on the beach, and stalked their way to them.

I don't believe them. If Jk was there, I'll wait for him to post a picture or something. I am not going to give attention to someone who stalks Jk in car parks.

Believe whatever the hell you want, but why come on to my blog and rant about it?