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The Entertainer II - Track 01 - It's Good to See You

Summary: What if it wasn't the end? What if Sky did actually see Harry at the Forum in the early 80s, and he saw her too? What if fate took hold of them both, and they realized their journey was not over? Set in 1981, Harry and Sky's story continues with more music, more romance, and a few more twists and turns.

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November 25, 1981

“Ooh the wheel in the sky keeps on turning I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow”

I felt my heart race as I turned my focus back to Steve Perry singing on the stage. My mouth suddenly felt dry, my palms clammy.

It can’t be him, I thought to myself. No. No, it’s not. Just someone who sort of looks like…

I hadn’t seen him in five years. Sure, I’d seen his face - on the television, in all the rock magazines I bought, on the back cover of all three of Wildfire’s albums...and sometimes in my dreams. But I hadn’t seen him in person since that day at the airport when I’d hugged him goodbye and wished him well.

When I’d told him I loved him.

I tried to pay attention to the band in front of me, the one I’d come to see. Journey’s newest album Escape was my current favorite, so when I received a raise at my job, I rewarded myself with a concert ticket to their fourth sold-out show at The Forum, the night before Thanksgiving. Halo had been disappointed she couldn’t make it, but she’d already promised her family she’d visit them for the entire week, so I was attending alone.

I wished Halo was with me right then however, so she could be an extra set of eyes and let me know if that cute guy a couple of sections over was who I thought it was. Instead, I snuck another peek of my own. It was dark in the arena, so I couldn’t get a good look, but his hair and profile fit the memory I had in my head.

Who was I kidding? It couldn’t be him. He was probably overseas in London or some exotic place I’d never heard of. I’d learned that Wildfire broke up earlier that year, so most likely he was resting somewhere - anywhere but Los Angeles. Still…

One more sneaky look out of the corner of my eye, but someone was blocking my view. With a sigh, I listened to Steve finish the song before the band gave their fake goodbyes, and I waited with the rest of the crowd for their encore.

The audience went wild during Journey’s last two songs, and their enthusiasm returned my focus to the reason I’d come. By the time the lights came on in the arena, I’d just about forgotten about him, or whomever the mystery man had been.

That is, until I turned the corner in the hallway after leaving the restroom.

“Sky?”

The sound of my nickname in a crowd full of strangers was odd enough, but the familiar voice threw me for a loop and back in time five years. Turning slowly, I wondered if my mind was playing tricks on me again, but when his handsome face came into view, my thoughts were confirmed.

It was him. And he was standing right in front of me.

“Harry,” I barely breathed.

His chest rose and fell with his own breath as his lips grew into a smile.

“It is you,” he declared with what sounded like relief. “I thought it was and...it is.”

I shrugged shyly. “It’s me.”

Those two seconds were enough to make me forget about the commotion around us, but when someone nearly knocked me into Harry, with barely an “excuse me”, he suggested we step to the side.

“You look wonderful,” he remarked when I took my place against the wall, his gaze leaving my eyes momentarily to shift down my body and back up again.

“Thanks. So do you.”

And he did. He hadn’t changed at all. Maybe...a tiny bit. His hair was still long, if only an inch or so shorter than before. The chocolate curls still brushed his shoulders the way they had five years ago, though they appeared a bit fuller. His jaw lines seemed to be a little more defined, the sharp edges peeking from behind his stubble. The only real difference was probably his choice of clothing, though it didn’t stray too far from the style I’d known him to wear. His long legs were clad in jeans, and boots adorned his feet like before, but he wore a more conservative tan v-neck sweater underneath a brown leather bomber jacket, both of which I decided were very sexy on him. I caught sight of the familiar cross that lay in the center of his chest just before my eyes locked with his once again.

He seemed to stare at me for a few seconds, his dimples slowly disappearing from his cheeks as his lips relaxed until he finally opened his arms and stepped forward, surprising me with an embrace.

“It’s good to see you,” I heard him murmur in my hair.

“You, too,” I replied, his old, familiar scent suddenly overwhelming my senses. I bit my lip to keep the emotions at bay.

“How’ve you been?” he asked, stepping back to look at me again, his hands still grazing my elbows.

“Not bad, I-” I began when I finally noticed the man standing a few feet behind him. He was leaning against a post, probably trying to look inconspicuous, but I figured quickly that he must have been security. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Harry Styles had been a successful front man for the last several years. He was practically a household name.

“Did you come alone?” I heard him ask before I could finish my previous answer.

“Sorry?” I blinked, catching his gaze again.

“To the show? Are you here alone...or did Halo come with?”

“Oh,” I grinned, pleased that he remembered my best friend’s name as well. “No, I’m flying solo tonight.”

A gentle smile spread across his face again, and I thought he was about to ask me something else when I heard a loud gasp behind me.

“Oh my God. You’re Harry Styles!” a woman’s voice squealed.

“Yes, I am,” he nodded.

A tall, slim figure with fiery red hair and the tightest Jordache jeans I’d ever seen walked around me and stood between us as though I wasn’t even there.

“I have to get your autograph!” she exclaimed.

As she rummaged through her small, yet obviously filled pocketbook, Harry eyed me over her head.

“Don’t leave yet, okay?” he mouthed.

With a nod, I felt my insides flip. He wanted me to stay. While my heart was bursting with the joy of seeing him again, it was all so sudden; I hadn’t really had a chance to process it yet. I caught the twinkle in Harry’s eye as he shrugged at me while he waited for the woman to retrieve a pen from her purse.

“Sorry, honey, I know I have some paper in here somewhere,” she announced

“Take your time,” Harry said genuinely.

I wondered how he could remain so calm and patient. I was already keen on dumping out the contents of her bag onto the dirty floor, and it had barely been twenty seconds.

“Aha!” she called, holding up a mini notepad with a kitten on the front. “Here it is!”

Giving her another winning smile, Harry took the pen and pad from her.

“What’s your name, love?” he asked her, and immediately I saw her beam at him as she jutted her tits out.

Damn him. Why did he have to be so charming?

“Kitty,” the woman replied. I nearly choked.

“Seriously?” Harry chuckled.

“Mmhm,” nodded the redhead. “Like a kitty cat. Meow.”

I covered my mouth with the sleeve of my sweater to keep from laughing as I watched Harry sign Kitty’s little kitten notebook, his eyebrows raised to the ceiling and a goofy look on his face.

“What are you doing after this?” I heard Kitty inquire. “Maybe we could grab a drink or something.”

Although I thought I might vomit, Harry didn’t miss a beat.

“Sorry love, can’t tonight. I’m headed out after this.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Kitty pouted.

“Here you go,” Harry offered, returning the woman’s pen and notebook. “Nice to meet you, Kitty. Have a lovely evening.”

I had to hand it to him. He was definitely a pro at this.

“You too, handsome,” Kitty winked before strutting off with a wave. “Bye bye.”

I noticed the man behind Harry stood up straight from the post he’d been leaning on to watch Ms. Tight Jeans walk away, though it was unclear if it was for security or personal reasons. Before I could ask, Harry stepped closer to me.

“Sorry about that,” he said. “It happens from time to time.”

“I’m sure it does,” I grinned.

Just then, the man tapped Harry on the shoulder. “Harry, sorry man, but we gotta get goin’.”

“Shit,” Harry groaned. “Just...a gimme a sec, Stu, she’s...an old friend. And I got sidetracked by a fan.”

Stu narrowed his eyes before he nodded and held up two fingers like he was giving a peace sign. “Two minutes.”

Harry grimaced as he turned back to me. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I muttered.

“No, it’s not,” he replied hurriedly. “I didn’t expect to run into you, and...I wasn’t thinking straight, and now I’ve got two bloody minutes to talk to you after…”

“The ginger catwoman?” I offered.

Harry giggled, adorable crinkles forming next to his eyes. “Yeah.”

With a feeling of warmth inside down to my toes, I smiled. “How are you, Harry?”

“I’m...doing well, thanks. How about you?”

“You already asked me. It’s your turn. With probably closer to a minute left now.”

With a sigh, Harry tilted his head. “I’ve missed you. You might not believe it, but I have.”

I wasn’t exactly sure if I believed it; he had millions of adoring fans, girls flocking to him at any given moment. He probably hadn’t given me much of a thought. But it was still nice to hear.

“Hey, what am I thinking?” Harry shook his head. “I’m in town for a few weeks. Let’s get together and catch up!”

“Oh. Okay,” I replied, the butterflies resuming their dance in my tummy.

“Do you still live in the same place?”

I chuckled. Five years might not have been an extremely long stretch of time, but a lot had happened. Remembering that apartment I’d shared with Halo felt like eons ago.

“No,” I shook my head. “Halo and I each have our own apartments now. In fact, we’ve both moved a couple of times since then.”

“Oh,” Harry grinned as he scratched his head. “Yeah, I reckon it has been a while.”

“I’ll give you my new number,” I said.

Unfortunately, unlike Kitty, I didn’t carry around my own notepad. But I did have a pen and my ticket stub. Gesturing for Harry to turn around, I used his back for a surface to write on. When I handed him the stub, he glared at me questioningly.

“You could have just written it on my hand,” he smirked. “You might wanna keep this.”

I shrugged, both of us beginning to laugh as we noticed the song that had begun to play in the hallway.

“Call me, on the line Call me, call me any, anytime”

“That’s so funny,” I giggled.

“It’s like it was meant to be,” Harry agreed, his smile sending shivers down my spine.

Stu returned sternly then, his hand slapping Harry’s shoulder and ending our reunion as sharply as the breaking of a mirror.

“Gotta go, buddy,” he said.

“I’ll call you, Sky,” Harry promised. “We definitely need to catch up.”

“Okay,” I nodded, grasping the strap of my shoulder bag, unable to think of anything else to say.

Just as he was about to turn to leave with Stu, Harry stopped and looked at me for a split second. Then erasing the space between us, he pulled me into another hug. And just as quickly, he let go and was gone.

“Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day...”

Locking the door behind me and hooking the latch, I shrugged out of my jacket with a sigh, dropping it across the back of a chair. It had been a long, fulfilling Thanksgiving with my parents, but I was glad to be home. Turning on the radio, I made my way to the bathroom where I prepared a much-needed bubble bath for myself. Stepping into the suds, I sang along to Smokey Robinson.

“You’re gonna fly away, glad you’re goin’ my way I love it when we’re cruisin’ together”

Shutting my eyes, I let the melody, Smokey’s voice and the aroma of the bubble bath soothe me into complete bliss. The sudden abrasive ringing of the telephone startled me, however, and I sat up in the tub, wondering if I had enough time to get up and answer it. But I was so comfortable where I was, and I figured the caller would just call again if it was urgent. When the rings stopped after number four, I sat back and shut my eyes again.

“Let the music take your mind…”

My mind wandered to the night before when I’d run into Harry. I wondered if it had been him calling, and for a second I felt disappointed. But I told myself it probably wasn’t him. He’d said he’d call, but I hadn’t expected him to call me so soon. If I was being honest with myself, I didn’t really expect to hear from him at all.

I only hoped I would.

After listening to a couple more songs, I washed up and drained the tub. Quickly drying off, I headed for my bedroom, grabbed my robe from behind the closet door and slipped into it. Rick Springfield began to serenade me then, confessing his desire to have Jessie’s Girl as I padded into the kitchen for a glass of water. The phone rang again as I swallowed, the liquid suddenly feeling like a rock going down my throat. What if it was him? I stared at the receiver hanging on the wall as it rang a second time, and I slowly set my glass on the counter and reached for the radio knob, lowering the volume. Finally answering on the third ring, I felt fourteen-year-old jitters, like a girl getting her first phone call from a boy.

“Hello?” It came out more like a squeak than I’d wanted it to.

“Hi.” Only one, short word was spoken for his greeting, but it didn’t matter. I knew who it was.

“Hi,” I echoed as I slowly sat down in the kitchen chair.

“Sorry it’s so late. Hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, not at all,” I said. “I just got home a little while ago. How are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine. Happy Thanksgiving.”

I giggled, grateful for the good wishes of an American holiday. “Thanks. Did you do anything today?”

“I did, actually,” Harry replied. “Had a lovely dinner with the Azoffs. Turkey and everything.”

“Oh, Mr. Irving!” I exclaimed. “I miss him. How is he?”

“He’s great,” Harry chuckled. “Same ol’ Irving. What about you? How was your day?”

“Good,” I sighed. “Dinner with my parents as usual. Ate too much. As usual.”

“Isn’t that what Thanksgiving is for though?”

“I suppose so,” I grinned. “Especially if it includes my mom’s sweet potatoes.”

“Ah, with the marshmallows on top?”

“You bet.”

Harry laughed again, and I felt that familiar tingle on my skin, giving me goosebumps.

“So, I promised I’d ring you…”

“And you did,” I finished.

“Are you surprised?”

“A little.”

“Why’s that?”

Letting a breath out of my nose, I let the phone cord wrap around my finger. “Well...Harry...it’s been five years. It’s not like we’ve been in touch the whole time, or even at all. Not…” I swallowed hard, “not even one phone call.”

“I’m deeply sorry about that.”

“It’s not that I expected you to keep in touch, you know,” I continued. “When you left, I knew it was probably forever. I wanted you to go be whoever you wanted to be. And you did, and...I’m still very proud of you.”

“I appreciate that, Sky. But I do apologize for not keeping in touch. It’s been...a crazy ride.”

“I understand,” I said, though I didn’t really. “But enough about that. You said you wanted to catch up, so…”

“Yeah, I definitely do,” remarked Harry. “There’s a lot to talk about, though, and I don’t wanna keep you up.”

“It’s okay. I’m off tomorrow and I have no plans but to sleep in. So where should we start? I heard about the band. Are you...doing okay?”

I didn’t know the details of the break up, so I didn’t want to pry too much.

“Oh yeah, it’s fine,” said Harry. “Great even.”

“Are you guys still talking, or is there some animosity?”

“There wasn’t a big fight or anything,” Harry replied. “But yeah, maybe a little bit of tension. We just decided to go our separate ways. Deacon moved back to London. Lee’s girlfriend is having a baby and they’re getting married. So it’s basically just Mitch and me now. He’s with family for the holidays, and I’m just hanging out in L.A. for a bit. Irving and I are talking about a solo project.”

“Solo? Wow, Harry, that’s exciting! Will Mitch still be in your band?”

“I dunno for sure yet, but probably. I haven’t had much of a chance to discuss it with him. It’s still in the beginning stages, so I can’t say too much about it yet.”

“Of course, I understand,” I acknowledged. “Well, whatever you do, I know it will be fantastic.”

“Thanks, Sky,” he said with a grin in his voice.

I chuckled. “It’s so funny to hear you call me that.”

“Why? Are you not Sky anymore?”

“Only to Halo,” I replied. “No one else calls me Sky nowadays.”

“Oh. So you reclaimed Mary Lou, did you?”

“Nope. Just Mary to most people. That’s what I go by at work anyway. Only my mom calls me Mary Lou when she thinks she’s scolding me.”

Harry’s laugh rang through the phone, the sound making me feel nostalgic and lonely at the same time. I’d missed him more that I’d been willing to admit.

“Well, am I allowed to call you Sky?” he asked.

“Sure. If you want to.”

“Yeah. You’ll always be Sky to me. ‘Like the colour of the sky just before the rain.’”

My throat made an involuntary gulping sound as I realized I was holding back emotions. “I...can’t believe you remember that.”

“Of course I do, love. I remember a lot of things.”

Trying my best to push down the feelings rising in my chest, I gave a short chuckle. “Like what?”

“Like...the Joni Mitchell song you sang for me. Sleeping on your sofa. The night at the Holiday Inn.”

Goosebumps erupted all over my skin, even on my scalp, and I felt like I was floating. He remembered. Which meant...he’d probably thought about me before.

“And there’s my guitar, of course,” he added. “The acoustic Martin that I play sometimes. You were with me when I bought it.”

“I’m so glad you still have it,” I smiled.

“Well, it’s a great guitar,” Harry declared with a laugh. Then I heard him sigh before he spoke again. “So tell me about you, Sky. What has...Mary Jones been doing the last five years?”

I bit my lip as I rose from my chair, deciding to make a cup of cocoa. The radio still played low, like the background soundtrack from a movie scene. As if on cue, I heard the beginning chords of a familiar song, one from Wildfire’s second album. It had been one of my favorites and one of their biggest hits. I felt a ping of disappointment that I hadn’t been in touch with Harry at that time, and a bit of regret that I hadn’t made a point to see him on tour when he’d come to L.A. that year. But I just couldn’t. I hadn’t really known why, and despite Halo telling me I wasn’t over him yet, I’d sworn that I was.

But maybe I wasn’t. Maybe I was afraid that he wouldn’t want to talk to me, the way he was talking to me now. Or worse, that he wouldn’t remember me at all.

“I um...I work for an insurance company,” I explained, grabbing a mug from the cupboard. “In an office. Nothing fancy or exciting.”

“Well, that’s great. And you have your own place?”

“Yeah. It’s nothing fancy either, but it’s mine.”

“Wonderful. Do you still play guitar and sing?”

“I do,” I replied. “But not as much as I’d like to. Work gets in the way, you know? Life.”

Harry chuckled low. “That’s too bad. I really hope you stick with it. You have a beautiful voice.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, grateful that he couldn’t see the red on my face.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

His question rang in my ears for several seconds as I waited for the water to boil. I thought fleetingly of Bill, a man one of my co-workers, Donna, had set me up with the weekend before last. While he’d been nice enough, there’d been no chemistry. That had seemed to be the normal pattern for most of my dating history. With the exception of Alan, whom I’d seen for a few months in 1980, I hadn’t had any serious relationships.

“No,” I finally replied, pouring the water into the mug.

“Oh. Well good, I reckoned I’d make sure before I asked you to dinner tomorrow night.”

I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. “You were gonna ask me out?”

“Yeah, well...if you want to. I know it’s getting late and...I’d really like to see you again. I still have loads to tell you, but I’d like to do it in person. We could catch up some more. And I’d love to see your place...if that’s okay.”

“I think...that’s more than okay,” I managed to say, somewhat surprising myself.

I actually heard him sigh like he was relieved before he said, “Great.”

After giving him my address, we chatted lightly until saying our goodbyes.

“See you tomorrow, Sky. I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Me too. Goodnight, Harry.”

My cheeks felt pinched from smiling, my face warm as I returned the phone to the wall. Time was a funny thing, I thought. It had taken me a long time to get over Harry Styles. Even when I’d thought I was, the memory of him had always lingered. Not hate or bitterness, just...longing. And then out of the blue, seeing and talking to him again...it was as though time had erased everything in between. The feelings I’d had for him all those years ago had returned in just a short telephone conversation.

I heard a slow song begin to play on the radio, and I turned up the volume as I grabbed my mug and sat back down at the table. The words hit me hard like a thunderclap through my chest.

“Hello again, hello Just called to say hello…”

Staring at the wall, every single memory of Harry replayed in my mind as tears streamed down my face. I remembered everything he’d mentioned earlier and more. I remembered dancing in my room to the old Buddy Holly record, and the way his lips felt when he’d first kissed me. I remembered the way my heart broke in two when I’d thought he was in his room with Pippa, and the way his green eyes silently spoke to me when we’d made love. I recalled the way his arms felt around me, the sound of his voice saying my real name, his laugh when I’d said something funny, the look on his face when I’d told him I loved him. I remembered the way he owned the stage in that honky tonk in Chula Vista, the way he’d cried the night he told me about Simon, his ecstatic voice when he’d called me to tell me Wildfire’s album had gone gold, and the photos that I hadn’t realized until later he’d taken of me with my camera - the same ones that still laid in the bottom of my nightstand. I hadn’t actually forgotten any of it. I’d only stored it all in the back of my brain for safe keeping.

“And I know it’s late But I couldn’t wait...hello”

By the end of the song, my cocoa was cold, and I cursed Neil Diamond for making me bawl. But it was what I’d needed. I hadn’t cried over Harry in years.

“I missed you so much,” I whispered to no one.

Then rising from the table, I poured the cold cocoa down the drain and turned off the radio. Perhaps tomorrow I could tell him in person.

Songs mentioned:

Journey - Wheel in the Sky

Blondie - Call Me

Smokey Robinson - Cruisin'

Rick Springfield - Jessie's Girl

Neil Diamond - Hello Again

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ageofbajabule · 1 year

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Tease

Josh Kiszka x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it folks), oral f! and m! receiving, some slight angst (nothing crazy), cockwarming (sort of), teasing

Summary: It’s the ending of the guys tour, and you’re attending their home state show. And you decide to tease Josh while he is performing…

Author’s Note: Heyo! It’s been a while since my last fic! I’ve been busy with work and life… But I’m back!! This was shorter than I anticipated, but I do hope you enjoy! Also!! I’m going to be starting a series for Jake. The title is Dear Patience, it’s unclear of when the first part will be posted. But I have started writing🫶🏻 So without further ado enjoy this fic, and stay tuned for more.

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It was the ending of the guys tour in their home state. You made sure you made it to see not only your friends but boyfriend perform! Josh and you have been dating for about two years now, you would make it to most of the shows throughout the two years you’ve been together, especially tonight. It meant everything to him when you made it to any of their shows, but more so when it was a hometown show.

“Y/N what are you wearing tonight?” Jita yelled for you.

Lately you had been wearing simple clothes to the shows you’ve gone to recently but tonight you decided to wear a little more revealing outfit for Josh.

“You know that blue dress Josh had made for me? I think I’m gonna go with that.” You yelled back, finishing up your hair and makeup.

The guys had already been at the venue since soundcheck while yourself and Jita were back at the hotel getting ready. Jita always wore beautiful simple outfits, but tonight she decided to step a little bit out of her comfort zone.

“You look beautiful.” You smiled at her as you had just finished getting changed. “So do you! The guys are really lucky.” She giggled softly, parting her hair.

“Speaking of the guys, Josh just texted me that Travis wants us there now if we want to be at barricade.” Jita nodded and grabbed her wristlet. You both headed out and over to the venue. Good thing it was only two blocks away.

As you guys walked into the building you saw all the fans lined up excited to see the guys tonight. You smiled seeing all the outfits they had as well as their signs. Some of the fans noticed you both asking for pictures in which you took a couple, then Travis came out and escorted you guys to the floor. You smiled seeing how big the venue was and how it was going to be filled up in a little less than an hour.

Surely enough, within the next hour the floor was filled, and the seats were all filled with so many people. Jita had decided to be side stage for tonight’s show whereas you wanted to be center barricade for Josh. Throughout the night you talked to some of the girls around you and jammed out to the opening acts together. Then it was time for them to come on. During the show you and Josh exchanged glances at one another. In fact he even blew a kiss to you, making the girls around you go absolutely ballistic and crazy. It made you happy knowing how much the guys meant to the fans and how much the fans meant to the guys.

As the guys came back on stage for their encore, they closed out with Highway tune, but during the 20 minute jam as Josh wore props the fans brought and took a shot with one you decided to take your bra off throwing it on stage to him. He caught it looking directly at you making a shocked yet excited face. You winked at him biting your lip as he smiled brightly then biting his lip right after. He stumbled a little bit, placing the bra off to the side of the stage to return to you afterwards.

The rest of the evening you kept teasing him with your looks and little bits of bashfulness. You could tell it was getting him excited by seeing him fidget with the situation in his tights. He was able to fix himself so that fans wouldn’t notice, but you knew exactly what was happening. You found joy in teasing Josh like this as it made up for it later in the evening. Josh always treated you like a princess who was delicate in bed, but you like the rougher side of Josh as well. Right as the show ended you made your way to the back, showing your pass to the guards allowing you backstage. You ran up to Jake and Jita hugging them both.

“Great show tonight!” You smiled at the both of them, “Thanks! It was great to be out there, in our home state.” He smiled pulling Jita close to his side, “Where is Josh at? He’s normally back here?” You looked around not spotting him, “I believe he went to his dressing room already.” Jake looked at you, you nodded and made your way to his dressing room. “Thank you! I’ll see you both back at the hotel then.” You smiled before entering the dressing room.

“Josh?” You called out not spotting him, he must’ve been in the bathroom. So you decided to sit on the couch and wait for him. A moment later you hear the door to the bathroom open, seeing Josh walk out with his jumpsuit still on.

“Hi baby.” You stood up walking over to him, he smirked and grabbed you pressing you against the wall. “Don’t, ‘Hi baby’ me princess… You did a very naughty thing tonight.” He muttered under his breath, you giggled under his touch. “I’m not quite sure what you are talking about Joshy…” He moved his hand up to your face making you look at him, “You know exactly what you did… And now you’re gonna be punished for it.”

You could feel the puddle forming in your panties for him, Josh only ever acted like this a few times and always caught you by surprise. He moved his hand down your waist while the other rested on your neck grasping it softly. “You were a tease tonight… You know that?” He smirked as his other hand met the bottom of your dress, lifting it slowly. “And you’re wearing the dress I got you…” He licked his lips, “Mama, you’re so gorgeous.” His fingers dipped into your underwear collecting some of your slick. “So wet for me mama…” He clicked his tongue, “Only for you…” You moaned out from his touch.

Josh then pulled his fingers out, licking them slowly, “So sweet…” You could see the bulge through his jumpsuit, moving your hand to palm him through it. He bit his lip, “You made it nearly impossible to cover that up tonight…” He chuckled softly, you then moved your hand to unzip his jumpsuit. “Let me take care of you…” You whined to touch him.

“I should really punish you for tonight…” He let out a moan, “Please… Just let me take care of you, then you can do whatever you want to me.” You were already on your knees in front of him pulling his hard cock out from the jumpsuit. He never really wore underwear with his jumpsuits since they were already constricting enough. He looked down at you, placing a hand on your jaw running his thumb across. You then stroked him slowly before taking him into your mouth. An audible gasp leaving his mouth, you swirl your tongue around his velvet skin. You placed your other hand on his hip to hold him, while you used your other to stroke him.

Josh moved his hand to wrap into your hair, pulling it into a ponytail with his hands. He moaned out again as you started to move your mouth up and down along his length. Taking in every inch, causing him to hit the back of your throat. You pulled away stroking your saliva all over his cock. Shooting him your doe eyes before taking him into your mouth again, “O-oh, fuck. Mama…” He gripped tighter on your hair. You hollowed out your cheeks, the wet sucking sounds filling the room with breathy moans. You were starting to get a little sloppy with your rhythm, that’s when Josh pulled you off of him.

“C’mere Mama… Undress.” He smirked helping you unzip the dress you were in. Josh pulled your dressed dress down letting it fall to the floor, leaving you only in your black lace underwear. Once you stepped out of it he pulled you close to him, kissing your lips roughly. You wrapped your arms around him, helping remove his jumpsuit.

As he was freed from his jumpsuit he then moved his hand to rip your panties off, actually ripped them off. “Joshy, that was my favorite pair…” You whined against his lips. “You have plenty more mama…” He chuckled softly. “Now lay down on the couch.” He demanded. You didn’t hesitate and made your way to the couch laying down, Josh spread your legs apart kissing your inner thighs while nibbling leaving his marks. “J-josh…” You moaned out, grabbing his curls with your hand. “Where are your manners…” He looked up at you, smacking your thigh making you moan out again. “Please Josh… more.” “Atta girl…” He smiled, licking a stripe between your lips, making you shiver under him. “Please…” You whine out moving your hips closer to him.

Josh then went back to flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, but groaned and felt your cunt clench around him when added a finger inside you. You start rolling your hips, guiding him to bury his face into your core. Josh made kitty lick stripes against your clit, making you cry out more as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. “Oh Josh…” He gripped your hips pulling you closer to him, as he devoured you. “Josh… I’m gonna c-cum…” That’s when he removed his lips from you and his fingers.

“No… Joshy…” You whined out from the loss of your high. “I said you were going to be punished for tonight…” He smirked, licking his lips. “So sweet mama…” He then positioned his cock in front of your entrance rubbing the tip over your clit making the both of you moan from him teasing. “Please, fuck me.” “Only because you asked so nicely.” He kissed your lips softly as he bottomed out into you. Not giving you the chance to adjust to him. Josh was relatively big. Especially when it comes to girth… You cried out in pleasure being stretched out by him, “Fuck…” That’s when he started to pick his pace up, as you wrapped your arms around his back.

Josh lifted your leg up giving him more depth, as he kept fucking you. “You feel so good baby…” He moaned out, leaving kisses down your leg. “Josh, more…” You reached down to start rubbing your clit. “No mama, you can’t touch yourself.” He smacked your hand away, pinning your hands down on the couch as he thrusted into you harder. You kept moaning out his name, with each thrust he made you felt him hitting your g-spot.

“Y-yes! Right there Josh!” You could feel your core tightening around him. Josh wrapped his hand around your throat but not too tight. But firm enough to have you begging more of him. “I want you cum all over this cock. Be a good girl…” He growled, as he continued to fuck you harder.

Within a moment of those words leaving his mouth, you released yourself clenching around him. As he kept fucking you, he had switched positions so that now you were on top of him. “We’re not done yet…” He kissed your neck softly, nibbling down to your breasts leaving marks. You moaned out from every touch. “J-josh…” “Do I make you feel good baby…”

Your other hand gripped his shoulder as he used what little leverage he had to thrust upwards, making you gasp. “Yes” Josh always made you feel good. It took a few moments but eventually he built up a steady rhythm, your face buried into the crook of his neck, eyes shut tight. The feeling of him everywhere almost overwhelming you to the point of tears. You were nearing your second climax, from the overstimulation. “Josh… I’m gonna c-cum…” You moaned out.

Josh started to pick the pace up, thrusting into you harder. “I’m close to mama…” He held on your waist, as you threw your head back bouncing up and down on his cock. Every time your hips met you both let out a gasp. Josh then pulled you close to his chest, fucking up into you fast as he began to spill into you. “Oh fuck…” He moaned out as you came with him riding out your high.

The next few minutes you sat like that, both catching your breath. “I love you…” You smiled into his neck, kissing it softly. “I love you too…” He pulled your face to meet his as he kissed your lips softly.

Then you heard loud knocking scaring the both of you. “Josh! Y/N! Can you finish up, we’re starving out here!” Sam yelled from the other side of the door that was locked. Thank god. “Jeez Sam give us a minute!” Josh snapped back. He removed you off his lap causing you to whimper a bit from the loss of him. “Come on mama, let’s get cleaned up. I have your favorite pair of comfy clothes to change into.” He picked you up walking over to the bathroom to take a shower together.

“Maybe I should do this more often…” You giggled, “Please do…” He smirked, starting the shower for you two.

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Falling in Love Ch.8

Rockstar Dabi (Touya) x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 6.2K

⇢ series plot: after receiving a VIP ticket to a concert of the most popular rock band, you go and it proves to be a life-changing event.

⇢ current plot: the first concert proves to be fun and entertaining, but behind the scenes tension is coming to an explosive peak between Dabi, Keigo and you

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, alcohol consumption, drug abuse, kissing, groping, sex in public, oral (m receiving), deepthroat, lots of dialogue, some hurt, more jelousy

Personal note: almost at the big finale. A big shout out to @/hunajan and @/crumbly-scrombly for helping me finish this! Couldn't have done it without you 💙

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Even though everyone else kept watching from the side, you wanted to be closer. You wanted to see him in person, see his face with your own eyes, in front of you – not through some LED screen in the back of the stage.

You turned and let your gaze roam across the area, trying to find a way to get closer to him. Seeing one of the crew members wearing a security shirt walk down the hallway, you followed him, around the corner and down the stairs.

Flashing your All Access Pass at the men waiting at the bottom, you stepped past the security into the space separating the audience and the stage.

You could see Dabi clearly now, his handsome features, sweat dripping off it, the lights reflecting in the bright azures of his eyes. The lights fell perfectly on his face, emphasizing the sharp cut of his nose and lips, as they kept grazing the grille.

The pounding drumbeat drove the performance, the crowds were pushing against the railing behind you, their hands raised in the air, heads bobbing to the music, while the security and staff had their hands full keeping the crowd in control.

You knew everyone's hearts were racing, blood pumping, as they sported the hand-horns, feet bouncing off the ground in the air. The crowd surged forward and back in one relentless wave like the wild waves of the ocean during a high tide.

The LoV showed off with an energy and staging most artists leave until their encore. It was simply the most visually stunning concert you had ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

The level of sound was astronomical, the music roared through the streets for miles and the crowd went crazy.

Every time the bass drum was struck, you could feel the repercussions within your chest. The floor beneath you seemed to move with the beat of each song. The vibration that each sound produced, felt like current passing through your body.

Dabi was so effortlessly sexy - dark clothes, dark hair and piercings that adorned his features. He was one of the hottest rock stars in the world for a reason, completely taking over the audience with his presence.

The stage presented a spectacular sight and the atmosphere sucked you into the aura of rock music. Plenty of pyrotechnics kept everyone entertained, supporting certain refrains or lines by flashing bursts of lights along the stage.

With Dabi continuing to banter and flirt with the crowd, the stage suddenly went dark after half the concert was over. Excited screams echoed across the venue as black seeped into every inch of the stadium, a promise for something big to come.

And then everyone fell silent, aching with anticipation.

Out of nowhere, the venue lit up in a sparkling sea of crimson red. Dabi stood right in the middle of this sea of red, his shirt taken off, showcasing his sculpted chest to the crowd.

He stepped close to his microphone, his lips brushing against it as he shouted, "Are you ready for the next song?"

The crowd roared back in anticipation and Dabi closed his eyes for a second, inhaling deeply before he opened them again, sweat dripping down his temples.

"Cause this song is for someone special," Dabi spoke softer into the microphone, his eyes roaming the crowd until they landed on yours and stopped right there.

You swallowed hard, your hands starting to tremble. Blue eyes that seemed to hold a world of mystery behind them shone like gems in the sea of red while his lips curved up into a soft smile.

His tantalizing blue eyes never left yours, when he lifted his left arm, his finger pointed at you.

"From the darkness I see the light in you." He whispered into the microphone,

While stringing his pec into the chords to start the guitar riffs, a tightness spread across your chest as you looked at each other, the everything around you starting to fade.

It was just you and him– nothing else.

And then, while his gaze never left yours, he started singing, deep and husky.

"Don't stress, don't stress. No one knows what goes on in our heads, our heads.

We are invisible to the rest, the rest.

They don't know nothing 'bout what we have, we have."

Tears started pooling in your eyes as you listened to his lines, the world around you dissipating as he continued singing, never averting his gaze.

Taking a deep breath, his eyes slowly shut before he started singing, husky, deep and low, "'Cause everyone's living in black and white. But we see each other in a different light."

"Infra-Red," as the iconic lyrics burst from both Dabi's mouth and the crowds', he opened his eyes and looked right at you, "I know that you're burning up for me. Fire in your bloodstream, moving through you at light-speed. I see you, I see you. In Infra-Red!"

While delivering one fiery riff after another from his straining guitar, he was standing there with his eyes fixated on yours, singing the lyrics only for you. Among the endless crowd, you couldn’t believe that his attention was only pointed at you. The mere thought of it had your ribs ache as your heart was thrumming with love and admiration.

For the next part of the song, he cast a glance into Keigo's direction, followed by a hint of a nod before going harder on his instrument. Keigo complied, kicking into the song with a low pitch of his bass guitar, adding into the chorus.

"The heat and the light and the way you move, Like nobody else is in the room. I see you, I see you."

While he sang, his stunning eyes, deep as the bottomless ocean, never left yours and your heart started aching, longing for him so much it seemed like you were suffocating.

The cameras placed below were capturing each and every expression on his face, reflecting them on the LED screens in the back as if proving to all that you were the only one he saw and the only one who mattered during these moments.

When he finished the song with the words, "From the darkness, I see the light in you”, he smiled at you, his face lighting up before the stage fell into darkness again.

A strange glow arose and turning around, you noticed thousands of cellphones held up into the air, lighting up the crowd with their lit screen. It was a tribute to the band, to their music.

It was overwhelming.

You brought your gaze to the ground with your teeth sinking into your lip. Hot tears started trickling down your cheek and you let them, wiping them off with trembling fingertips.

He had touched your heart. This was beyond anything you've ever experienced. A declaration of love in front of thousands of people.

Fat tears continued to roll down your face while the band regrouped and the people behind you one by one tugged their cell phone away.

It took a few minutes for your tears to dry up. After having wiped off your face, you inhaled deeply and straightened up again, focusing back on the show.

As the concert rolled on, the three made sure to keep the crowd on their toes, changing the pace of the concert with every couple songs. Dabi's fresh and clean guitar riffs and shimmers were complimented by Keigo's brutally heavy bass, pulling out grunt after grunt from his overdrive guitar.

They were driven forward by Tenko’s thunderous drumming, oftentimes high pitched and explosive, other times nice and smooth. It all came together in a blend of novelty, complexity and rhythm that offered surging, propulsive energy.

Right before they dove into one of their songs, Dabi stepped up to the microphone, his guitar hanging loosely around his neck. He pointed a finger into the crowd when he screamed, "For the next song, I need your help."

Lifting the straps of his guitar over his head, he placed the instrument on the floor and proceeded to head off the stage towards you. Leaning towards you, he called at you over the roar of the nearby crowd, "Gimme your phone!"

While the bodyguards had their hands full trying to retain the frenzied crowd behind you two, you shook your head, "Why?"

"Just give it to me, goddammit!" He called again, as he held out his hand, curling his fingers in a rapid motion repeatedly towards him.

Confusion still written on your face, you reached into your purse to retrieve the device and handed it to him. Taking it from your palm, he blew you a kiss, the crowd behind you erupting into screams.

Strutting back up the stage to the microphone, he grabbed it tightly with one hand while running a hand through his sweat-drenched black hair, screaming, "All the hot girls and boys out there, how much do you love us?"

The reply from the crowd was deafening as Dabi threw you a glance, winking at you.

"Wanna show how much you love us?" His question was again answered by a deafening roar.

Dabi's melodic laughter echoed through the venue with the cameras turning to film what happened in the crowd. Everywhere, women were lifted onto people's shoulders as they stripped off their shirts and bras, flashing their bare tits at the band.

Keigo and Tenko hollered into the microphone while Dabi held up your cell phone and started snapping pictures.

A blue piece of fabric hurled through the air and landed with a soft thud on the stage. At first, you were unsure what it was but when Keigo picked it up you realized it was a thong.

"That's the spirit!" Dabi screamed into the microphone, stretching his pointed fingers towards the crowd, "Now— Show. Me. More!"

Chaos broke loose. Endless pieces of fabric of all imaginable sizes and colors, even some boxers, flew onto the stage.

Dabi laughed as he kept shouting, "Keep ‘em coming."

It went on for minutes and you couldn't help but chime into the cheers and laughter. It was so intense and amusing, seeing all the endless smiles in the crowd, you couldn’t help but get caught up in the middle of it all.

With the entire stage covered in underwear, he gave the phone to a security who handed it over to you. Then Dabi put on his guitar, taking the plectrum to string into the chords.

The first tunes of the next song started and raising your gaze, you saw Dabi looking at you, his eyes soft, a smile playing about his lips as he started singing. Taking a deep inhale, you calmed your heart, smiled back at him and continued watching.

Halfway through the song, Dabi placed the mic stand in front of him, starting to thrust his hips forward in sexual gestures towards the crowd. As if that was a cue, Keigo came up to him, pressing his body against his, starting to rut his hips into his bandmates side.

Cupping Dabi's cheek, he urged him to turn his face towards his own, his lips nearing for a kiss.

But Dabi slightly shook his head, pressing his lips into a fine line and Keigo stilled. It was as if only you witnessed the short scene, with the crowd behind you too immersed in the thrumming music.

Keigo's expression turned stone cold and you could see his lips moving as he said something to Dabi. Covering the microphone with his palm, Dabi shook his head again and replied as to which Keigo’s jaw clenched and he turned on his heel, strutting back off to the side.

For the rest of the concert, you watched Keigo as he wore a sour expression, his back always turned slightly towards his bandmate.

When the show ended with seemingly endless fireworks, you felt elated. Endorphins rushed through you, your heart beating at a million times per minute. You felt like you were part of the crowd that cheered and screamed behind you with no end in sight.

Seeing the three boys walk off stage you hurried back up to meet up with them, longing for seeing Dabi again. You knew they just had enough time to grab a drink or a towel or do a quick check in the mirror.

Entering the waiting area, you saw the LoV standing there, exhausted, sweat dripping down their faces and bodies. They were all smiles— except for Keigo, whose expression was still clouded over with an unreadable darkness.

The crew helped the boys re-tune their instruments and adjust the levels for the encore while you stepped closer to them.

You saw a young crew member hand Tenko, his pale locks sticking in wet strands to his face, a dry towel to wipe himself off. He gladly accepted a water bottle, while he continued joking with Keigo over having messed up.

As Dabi turned to see you approach, he walked towards you, circling his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace while his lips met yours for a kiss.

"Ew Dabi," you mewled into his mouth, struggling against him, his sweaty chest pressed against your top, the damp wetness seeping through it.

Dragging his tongue over yours, his hands slid down your sides, cupping your ass cheeks and pressing you even tighter against him. His lips were coated in sweat and had a tantalizing salty taste to it. His hair stuck in messy wet strands into his face, but his eyes were nonetheless full of passion and fire.

"Missed ya," he breathlessly panted into your open mouth, and you felt the growing hot erection in his pants pressing against you.

Parting from you, he slid his fingers into yours. Turning towards his band mates, he called out, "I'll see you in five, got some business to attend to—" before dragging you off down the hallway.

“Hey,” Keigo yelled at Dabi over the crowd calling for an encore outside, “Don't have time for this shit!”

“Ain't no shit, but love," Dabi winked at him before turning the corner and disappearing out of sight with you.

Taking another sip from the water bottle, Tenko, sporting a pink blush on his cheeks, murmured, "Fuckin' rabbits."

Keigo's expression however stayed dark, when he grunted, "More like fucking idiots."

Stumbling after Dabi, you both went down a breeze-block corridor.

Unsure where he was taking you, you inquired, "Where are we going?"

"Been to this venue before," he rasped, "Know the perfect place to have some fun."

"Dabi–" you rolled your eyes at him while stumbling after him, "Seriously, do I even wanna ask how you know?"

"Not really," he tilted his head, half-facing you so you could hear him better, a cocky grin on his face.

With a defeated sigh, you continued trotting after him.

At the end of the hallway, he opened a door to a room, empty except for some cleaning supplies and a broom. Shutting the door behind him, he took it and wrenched it between the door handle and the concrete floor.

Then he turned around, "We got five minutes. On your knees."

“B-But— you're sweaty!” You pouted, while he placed his hands on your shoulders, weighing down on you.

Sinking down to your knees, he opened his fly, his already half erect dick popping out.

“You said I was perfect, no matter what,” he grinned at you, his voice oozing with mischief.

His eyes locked on you kneeling between his legs, a playful glimmer of excitement in them. Licking your lips, you wrapped your palm around his growing girth, rewarding him with slow strokes.

"We gotta hurry up," he urged, tangling his fingers into your hair, his glowing sapphire blues never leaving your crouching figure.

With a firm hand, he brought your face towards his cock so you could wrap your lips around the flushed tip of his cock.

The taste of leather mixed with his salty sweat and the sweetness of his precum along your tongue.

Moaning deep in your throat, you looked up at Dabi through thick eyelashes. Feeling him throb in your mouth, you started taking him in, deeper and deeper each time you slid down on his length.

“Fuck. You look so pretty like that.” Dabi moaned, leaning back to watch you lazily through half-lidded eyes.

You hummed and took him deeper, flicking your eyes up to look at him as you hollowed your cheeks, a familiar heat starting to bloom in your lower region.

"Fuck- Just a little more," Dabi panted, placing his hand on the back of your head.

He started to push you down on his length and you gagged lightly as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of your throat, drool starting to spill past your stretched lips and dribble down your chin.

Relaxing your jaw, his spongy tip breached the back of your mouth and you took all of him in until he was nestled deep in your throat.

Being impaled by him, struggling to breathe you slowly started pulling off his length just to start sliding up and down his fat girth, each time taking him to the hilt, your nose buried in his pubic hair.

“Ohh yes, just like that– shit.” He let out a groan as he felt your wet throat convulse around him.

His cock twitched in your mouth, making it harder for him to stay still as your skilled mouth kept working him silently.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–" Dabi’s head tossed back, totally blissed out.

Dragging your mouth over his fat cock, his hips started to tremble as he felt his balls tense, his high nearing, “Ready?”

Drool coated your mouth and chin while your eyes, misted by your tears, flicked up to his, your lips stretched around the thick girth of his cock.

You nodded slightly, your tongue stroking the underside of his cock when you slid your hand up his inner thigh to start squeezing his balls.

He groaned, lips parting. “Gonna cum, baby,”

eyes half-lidded with want.

Dabi inhaled sharply, his gut starting to clench. Grabbing your hair tightly and giving you no room to move, he thrust forward one last time, shoving himself deep into your throat.

Your face was pressed against his pelvis, as he started pumping ropes of hot cum down your esophagus. And you silently swallowed, struggling not to gag around him, trying to take short shallow breaths through your nose.

"Fuck, so good," Dabi grunted deliriously, his cock spasming inside your mouth, as you continued gulping around him, swallowing every bit of the salty release he was giving you.

When his balls had emptied themselves, he pulled out of your mouth. Inhaling deeply, you tried to regain your breath, while he tugged himself back into his tight leather pants, his azure eyes roaming your spit-covered face.

“Babe, you’re too good for me,” his voice was so soft when he helped you stand, trailing his fingers over your skin, wiping the drool and cum off your chin with his thumb.

His lips found yours, his tongue sliding in as he tasted himself on your tongue, smelled the scent of himself on you.

“Simply amazing," he whispered into your open mouth, and you tilted your head to deepen the kiss while his arms circled your waist to start groping at your ass. Peppering small kisses up your jaw bone, he took the shell of your ear between his lips and let out a little breathy moan.

"But—" he pulled off you, trying to look composed, "I gotta run. Encore."

You nodded and grabbing your hand, he kicked the broom off to the side and opened the door.

Looking back at you while you both strutted down the corridor he said “I'll be all yours in about an hour, ok?”

Offering him a soothing smile, you both made your way back to the stage, his bandmates already waiting, being assisted with their in-ear monitors.

Seeing you both approach, Keigo gritted his teeth then snagged a water bottle from a passing staff member.

As you slipped into sight, he shot you a dark look, his fingers twitching around his water bottle.

“Got a problem?” Dabi asked, noticing his bandmates' reaction towards you.

“Why would there be a problem?” He pretended to be fine, gesturing around the room with his drink, “Everything is just… perfect.”

"That's not what I meant." Dabi glared at him.

"What did you mean, then?" Keigo tilted his head and shrugged.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about."

"No. And I don't care either." And with that he threw the bottle into a corner, the remaining water splashing against the wall and floor.

Kicking an empty coke can with his boot across the floor, he ripped his bass guitar from a surprised looking staff member before stepping up the stairs towards the stage.

Dabi was seemingly on edge, as you soothingly layed a warm palm on his arm.

"C’mon," Tenko nudged his head towards where Keigo had disappeared, "Got an encore to deliver."

“Yeah yeah,” Dabi's shoulders slumped as he turned to you and pecked a chaste kiss to your cheek before grabbing his guitar and lifting its straps around his neck.

Stepping back on the stage, not a minute too late, the LoV started their encore.

The concert was like a drug, a visual spectacle unlike anything you had ever seen and the stadium echoed back the screams of the audience and the sounds of the band.

The LoV ended their concert with fire, fountains of flames rising from the sides of the stage and sparks raining down. After placing his guitar on the floor, Dabi took down to the crowd, high-fiving and touching them. Keigo and Tenko followed suit, taking their time to bond with their fans.

Eventually, they turned around and walked off-stage, with Dabi pulling you close to him, his arm draped around your shoulder. Tenko and Keigo sauntered behind you, grabbing the towels that were handed to them.

Back in the Catering room, they had champagne waiting for them – several oversized Moët & Chandon Impérial bottles as well as smaller ones.

Keigo strutted in, a towel drying off the sweat off his face. He wore a sour expression, roughly shouldering Dabi as he went past him.

"What's gotten into you," Dabi snapped at him.

But Keigo ignored him and just grabbed one of the bottles of Moët & Chandon sitting open in a wine cooler to lift it to his lips and started drinking.

"Don't know what you mean," the bottle left his lips, champagne spilling past them and he wiped it off with the back of his hand.

Lifting his gaze to stare at Dabi he replied, "The question is, what's gotten into you?"

"Nothing. What's your problem, man?" Dabi stepped closer to him.

Keigo's gold eyes caught yours, one finger pointing at your face as he replied plainly, "She's my problem, that bitch is gonna fucking ruin us!"

Tenko cut in between, "Keigo, that's uncalled for…"

"What the fuck did you just call her?" Dabi growled, his hands balling into fists.

"Dabi, don't—" you closed in on him, laying your palm calmingly on his hand, "Let him speak."

Taking a step closer towards his bandmate, anger painted across every inch of his face, Keigo said through gritted teeth, "Ever since she joined, all you've been doing is fucking her brains out."

Dabi stared expressionless at him, a chilling silence spreading as everyone stopped what they were doing, watching the scene unfold.

“It's like—" Keigo's golden orbs grew darker as he talked, raking a shaky hand through his wind-strewn ash blonde hair, "You've replaced me, no us with your new… toy!”

You continue to breathe in a desperate bid to calm the panic you feel clawing up your insides.

“Fuck, I miss you so fucking much–" Keigo stepped closer, staring right into Dabi's glowing eyes, "I hate what's become of you — of us!"

Nobody was moving, Dabi and Keigo stared at each other and you could feel the air oozing thick with pent up tension. And right then and there, it became clear to you that Dabi and him knew each other better than you had assumed.

After a moment, Keigo lowered his gaze, taking a deep, gusting breath, letting it out through his mouth, “Fuck, need to get out — I'm loosing my goddamn mind."

Keigo's gaze met yours, his golden eyes before he turned with an irritated grunt, leaving the room, clutching the bottle tight in his hand when he slammed the door shut behind him.

"Fuck," Tenko muttered, to rake a hand through his pale long locks, "’M gonna go after him..."

With that, Tenko silently slipped out the door.

Dabi started shaking, eyes filled with anger and pain while you continued to softly talk to him, taking a grab of his hand. A few moments passed but eventually he stopped trembling, his eyes getting focused again.

You cupped Dabi's face with your hands, "Dabi, are you ok—"

"Yeah—" Dabi acknowledged with a frown, grabbing a bottle of champagne before slumping down on the couch nearby.

While you joined him, he popped open the bottle and started taking deep gulps of the sparkling liquid.

"Damn," he muttered, taking another big gulp of the champagne.

"Hey Touya, it's alright," you kissed him on his cheek, running your hand through his raven hair.

Instead of answering, Dabi took another sip, casting you a tentative smile.

Back outside the room, Tenko managed to catch up with Keigo, "Hey stop!”

He turned on his heels, “What do you want, Tenko?” his body trembling, his eyes red and glossy.

Tenko had never seen his bandmate in such distress before. All these pent up emotions unlocked a wild, feral kind of energy inside of him. All the anxiousness, sadness, betrayal and most importantly rage that he had bottled up, exploded at once.

“I–” the words were stuck in Tenko’s throat, the pressure of trying to somehow fix the entire thing suffocating him.

He needed time, a breather, a break.

“Let’s go outside, grab some fresh air, ok?" Stepping up to the bassist, his hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.

Keigo took a deep breath, humoring Tenko’s effort with a roll of his eyes but followed him down the hall and through the door outside.

They were instantly greeted by a choir of screams from a group of fans waiting behind a metal fence, hoping to get recognized and spend an unforgettable night with a rockstar.

"So, what do you want?" Keigo said lowly, golden eyes meeting red ones.

Tenko stood there, trying to find the right words to say.

"I know you hurt," he started, "But you may need to accept that Dabi and her are a thing now."

He could see Keigo flinch at his words. Because all he could think about was how he considered Dabi to be special, his actual very first time. And how you got in between them, ruining everything.

But his shoulders slumped, realizing that Tenko was probably right. Yet, he wasn't gonna give up without a fight.

"Cmon Keigo," Tenko tried reaching out again, "Let's just calm down and have a good time ok?"

That sparked an idea in the bassist.

"A good time, you say?" Keigo's gaze drifted over his bandmates shoulder, roaming the small crowd of willing groupies, settling on a blonde in the group.

His lips curled into a smug grin. Tenko turned his head, following Keigo's gaze and landed on the object of desire.

"Keigo–" the drummer pleaded, "Don't do anything stupid."

But his bandmate's eyes told him that he already made up his mind. Keigo knew he behaved petty and childish but if he was just some disposable piece of trash to Dabi – then he was gonna return that favor right back at him.

“Ok, deal. I'm gonna have a good time~” his grin grew, anticipating, no, gleefully enjoying returning the hurt Dabi had put him through.

This wasn't just about righting a wrong, or vindicating the same hurt to dabi anymore. This was about taking back what was his, making Dabi pay for the tricks he played on him. It was about mirroring what a joke Dabi had become with you.

And so, he sauntered over to the group of people who started screaming when they recognized him.

Everyone wanted an autograph or more and Keigo closed in on one of the security men, saying something into his ear.

He knew his intentions were heinous. But he didn't care. He watched how the man in the neon yellow safety shirt stepped up to the metal fence and helped the blond girl up and over it.

Sighing, Tenko directed his gaze to the floor and turned on his heels, not wanting to witness Keigo grabbing the girl to smash his lips against hers, rutting his hips against her. Silently slipping back inside, he followed down the hallway towards the Catering room.

A few minutes later, Keigo returned as well– but he wasn’t alone. The blond girl in tow, he went straight for the tables, grabbing a bottle of champagne before turning towards Dabi.

Taking a gulp from the bottle he wrapped his arms around the girls waist, cocked his head, pupils dilated. He tried his best to hold her the way Dabi always protectively held you.

“Hey Dabi, do I need to yap out some love song and eat her panties live on stage for this to work?" Not waiting for him to answer, Keigo's hands traveled down her waist, evoking gasps and giggles from her.

“Keigi—" the situation flew right over the girl's head as she returned those gestures to him.

Keigo continued, turning to lock eyes with Dabi, “Or do I need to piss her off first so I can crawl back like some pathetic worm?”

He looked to you, and Dabi growled, “What the fuck are you getting at, man?”

"Oh nothing nothing," Keigo cooed into her ear and pulled her closer, making her feel his hard on through his jeans.

"Dabi tell me, is yours just as easy to fuck?" Keigo pulled his chin up, a smirk spreading across his face, his hand trailing up underneath her shirt, taking it with as he moved further up.

"Aah– why am I even asking." Keigo exposed her large bare breast, starting to squeeze it in his palm, "Yours is hopping on your dick like a feral bitch in heat, hope mine’s like that as well–"

The girl, obviously heavily intoxicated, giggled as Keigo continued to grope her bare breast in front of everyone, his eyes never leaving Dabi's.

Dabi's face went dark with anger and he was about to when Keigo turned his face back to the girl's.

"C'mon, let's go and lemme fuck you as good as I used to fuck him," he turned, pulling the girl after him.

Dabi's face grew a deep red, his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes shaking with rage. The pain ramped up all the way to searing, blinding agony faster than he could blink.

You all stayed there for a moment in the silence of the room. Jumping to his feet, Dabi ran off into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him, without as much as looking back at you.

One by one, the rest of the crew left through the door, leaving only you and Tenko behind. A deafening silence fell upon the room. Tenko’s crimson gaze fell upon you as you instinctively turned towards him.

"I didn't want any of this to happen!" your voice was shaky with tears.

"It's not your fault," he reassuringly brushed his palm up your back.

You turned to sit down on the couch, hiding your face in your palms. All the tension that had built up overflowed and you noticed your face growing hot, as tears welled in your eyes.

Tenko looked so different than usual, broken, tired as he took a few steps to slump down beside you, the couch dipping as he did, one leg bouncing rapidly.

You swallowed hard, trying to hold it all in. It proved useless as hot tears freely found their way down your cheeks and you turned to press your wet face against his chest.

Tenko’s eyes shot open, a blush blooming on his cheeks as his right hand rose to dig into his neck, while the other tentatively laid on your back.

"Hey, if you need to vent, I’m here for you," he murmured nervously.

"I- I just don't… I don't know where to start." You quietly sobbed into his dark shirt, the tears starting to leave luckily barely visible mascara spots on it.

“I know it's complicated–," he reassuringly brushed his hand over your back, "It’s like I’m the only one who’s still sane here.”

You swallowed once before continuing, "I've caused this, I'm the one to blame for everything..."

“Hey, don't say that. It's not true." Hesitating a second, he tightened his embrace as you continued crying into his shirt, "When I joined the band, Keigo and Dabi were already tightly bonded to each other."

He paused, collecting his thoughts "They had both been through some major shit, sharing an intense bond."

The silent tears kept falling while you listened, and you wrapped your arms around him to press yourself against his warm comforting chest.

The constant blush on his face spread to his ears and his fingertips continued to rub at his neck when his gaze fixated the ceiling, sighing deeply.

“One couldn’t do anything without the other following," his eyes turned pensive behind disheveled pale hair, "Dabi being the cynical rebel – and Keigo getting off on that."

His palm was warm and soothing against your back as you felt yourself calming down.

"You are good for Dabi–" he added, "He's finally confronting his problems and moving forward."

Then he muttered, "And you are good for me too…" His eyes flew open as his face turned a dark crimson at his sudden admission. "Shit, ehm–”

"Tenko–" As you try to lift your gaze to look at him, his hand came down from his neck, sliding into your hair and pressing your face back against his chest, "Don't look!"

You let out a mix between a sob and a giggle but started to relax in his hold, while he continued.

"Keigo on the other hand breaks further and further." He added quickly, "He's obviously trapped in the past."

You nodded, the warmth of his body, his timid gentle touch so comforting, soothing your rattled nerves.

You stayed like that until no more tears welled, when Tenko’s shoes squeaked against the floor, shuffling his feet.

A hand rose again to scratch at his neck, "Now that we're alone, I was gonna ask you something "

"Of course, anything, Tenko," you moved up to wipe your tears off your face.

"Well, I met this–" but he was cut short when the noise of Dabi slamming the door open thundered through the room.

You both jolted up, seeing him standing there, eyes fixed on the scene before him. His chest was heaving with deep breaths, his pupils enlarged, his eyes bloodshot.

"Getting cozy with my girl behind my back, Tenko?" He growled, wiping the remnants of white powder off his nose as he strutted towards where you were sitting.

"Dabi, cut it out, I’m just comforting her," Tenko hissed while he continued to hold you. "She needed someone – while you got yourself high again!"

"I fucking warn you, step the fuck away from her," Dabi growled again, his expression darkening.

"Dabi please, he really helped me—" you explained but were cut off as he was on you in an instant, pulling you off the couch and away from Tenko.

"She's fucking mine," he wrapped his arms protectively around you, "Don't you fucking dare touch her again."

His eyes narrowed as his grip around you almost became crushing. Tenko sat there for a second, visibly shaken, his fists clenching and clenching. You've never seen him like that before and opened your mouth to say something to him when he stood, turned towards the door and left, Dabi's slithered eyes boring into his back.

You slumped against Dabi, your heart ringing still in your ears, as the implications of what just happened slowly sank into your mind.

"C'mon," Dabi's voice had turned soft again, shaking his head as if to clear the tension from it, "Let's get out of here."

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gretavanbear · 1 year

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Different Worlds - Jake Kiszka x Reader

Chapter 14 : Change of Plans

[notes :

i'm so sorry for the time it took me to post this. i wasn't sure with what i wanted to do, now i know :)

i hope you enjoy this chapter my loves !]

It had already been two weeks since my last encounter with Jake, not because I didn’t want to see him but because we were so busy with the beginning of the tour. We had already visited six cities and it had been stressful, but so fucking fun.

I got to hangout backstage and where the concert photographers stood as the boys played on the stage- and watching Jake play was my favorite thing ever. He was so sexy when he delved into the music, his eyes closed as sweat poured down his forehead. I couldn’t help but feel so turned on when watching him play, and I missed the night we spent together so much. I knew it would happen again- we had just been so busy. After tonight's show, there was a five day break until our next shows, and Jake told me we’d do something then. The thought always came back when I felt really.. homesick of him.

The boys finish their encore and walk off the stage quickly, heading to their dressing rooms. I clap softly for Jake as he heads straight for me, his eyes watching me as he gets off the stage.

“You did amazing!” I say and he smiles, pulling me in for a tight hug.

“Thank you, [y/n]” He replies and we walk together to the common dressing room, meeting up with the rest of the boys. Throughout the weeks we have been on tour, I’ve gotten much closer with Sammy- I could say we’re best friends now and I feel so lucky to have him.

Jake and I walk into the room and I quickly make my way to the couch- sitting next to Sam. He shoots me a smile and wraps his arm around me, pulling me close.

“Hey [y/n]! Did you like the show?” He asks and I nod quickly.

“It was really good, I’m so proud of you all!” I respond and the boys collectively give me a small ‘thank you’. I remember how good Josh sang and their overall performance.

Jake steps out into a smaller room- to get changed. He comes out and is now wearing a black button down shirt with some loose grey pants. I now realize that everyone else had gotten changed in some comfier clothes.

“Hey, we’ve picked up all the objects thrown on the stage and placed them in this box for you guys” A girl appears at the door with a big box full of random objects. The silence in the room is loud as her eyes widen and Sam gasps next to me. I look at him and his eyes are shooting daggers at her. Jake’s whole body freezes as she stands in the doorway, mirroring his movements. I hear Josh’s breath hitch and the whole room is filled with this uncomfortable silence.

“I told you to never fucking come back.” Sam growls. Fuck. This is Taylor. I watch Jake as his puzzled look focuses on her, my heart beating quickly. Sam’s breathing becomes harder, as he stares at her.

“I know.. I work here. Hey Jake.. Josh.” She says softly as she steps into the room and places the box on the table. The silence is killing me, as the energy feels so uncomfortable and I’m unsure what to do.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve asked someone else to bring this.” She rapidly stutters before leaving the room rapidly- and Jake follows her. Sam gasps once again and gets off the couch quickly, rushing after Jake.

“I’ll be right back, [y/n], don’t worry okay?” He says quickly before running down the hall.

I can’t do anything but sit on the couch, my hands in front of my mouth as the latest events replay over and over in my mind. The tears make their way out of my eyes rapidly as the room is silent once again. The uncomfortability of the room is probably getting too much for Daniel as he leaves the room- leaving Josh and I alone. I can’t do anything but cry in my hands, as I’ve just watched my boyfriend run after another girl. I cover my face with my hands, the humiliation taking over my whole body.

“[y/n], let's get out of here, yeah?” Josh suggests and I look up at him, nodding softly. He grabs a box of tissues that was placed near the door and then grabs one of my hands, pulling me close to his body as he wraps his arm around my shoulders, squeezing a little.

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We find ourselves at a bar across the street from the venue and we sit in a booth at the back of the room. Completely secluded from the general public. I sat in the booth alone as Josh went to grab drinks- I had mentioned how I don’t drink often so he knew what to get me. He comes back with a rum and coke in one hand and something fancy looking in the other.

“Here you go” He places the rum and coke in front of me and I rapidly take a big sip. He takes a small sip out of his drink, watching me.

“I need to apologize to you, [y/n]” He says softly, placing his hand on my wrist. I look at him, the dimmed lighting in the back of the booth making him look so beautiful right now. He looks incredibly soft and his kind eyes ease the previous tension.

“I get jealous of Jake. And when I heard that he likes you, I just wanted to shoot my shot- even if it isn't reciprocated. You’re just so beautiful and he’s so lucky.” He says softly. “I’m so sorry for being a dick to you, you’re a kind girl and didn’t deserve that. Just like you didn’t deserve him running after Taylor like that.” He says and I tear up again, the tears pouring out with no control.

“I told him I love him” I sob into my hands, Josh rubbing my back softly and hesitantly. I cry softly and he hesitates saying anything else. I pause to take another big sip of my drink, wiping my tears with the back of my hand.

“That’s terrible. I’m sorry, [y/n]. I know he must’ve told you what happened before… with Taylor.” Josh starts. “I had her first. No one knew. Sammy thought he knew but he was wrong, I just wasn't able to tell him. It hurt me a lot, too, when she left. Ever since then things haven’t been the same. I need to tell you that I would never do that to you.” He finishes and I sniff a little, wiping more of my tears away. Before I can answer him- Sammy’s calling. I rapidly answer and place him on speakerphone.

“Sammy.” You say softly.

“I couldn’t find them anywhere. Where are you?” He says quickly and my heart drops quickly, my lip quivering, Josh noticing and scoots closer to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder.

“We’re at the bar across the venue- all the way in the back.” Josh answers for me as a sob escapes my lips.

“Oh.. [y/n] I’m on my way” He responds and ends the call.

It doesn't take long before Samuel is rushing inside the bar, heading straight to the back to meet with Josh and I.

"You don't know where they went?" Josh asks Sammy and he shakes his head 'no'.

"I'm so pissed, Josh. She knows we were performing- why the hell was she there?" Sam scoffs with an annoyed tone.

"Do you" I pause hesitantly. "Do you think they're.." I can't bring myself to say it out loud- the tears getting in the way of my sentence.

"I don't know. I don't think so. He cares a lot about you, [y/n] he's told me many times. I didn't expect him to be stupid enough to run after her." Sam sighs loudly. "I'm getting a drink. Do you want another one?" He places a hand on my shoulder as he looks down at my empty glass and I nod.

"Rum and coke." Josh answers him before he asks and Sam nods.

"I don't think they're going to do anything." Josh states, looking down at me to make eye contact. His fingers rubbing my arm softly, the warmth of his arm around me helping a little. "Jake's the type to need closure. I think he just needed to talk." He tries to reassure me and he does a little, but not much.

Sam comes back with two drinks, he places mine in front of me and I sip it slowly this time.

"I wasn't enough, Sammy." I say softly.

"No. That's not true. He cares about you so much." Sam says sympathetically. "We hear him writing songs about you in his room all the time, right Josh?" Sam looks towards Josh and I mirror him, looking at Josh as well.

"It's true. He's always strumming something and muttering lyrics. All the time." Josh agrees, then takes a sip of his drink. He slowly takes his arm off of my shoulders and rests his arms on the table, looking towards Sammy and I.

"Everything is going to be okay." Sammy says, but I can't focus as Jake steps into the bar- his shirt even more unbuttoned than before.

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cascadedkiwi · 7 months

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REVANCE faints after a performance (SITS)

(A/N: Another one circa November 2021. Past me was on a roll.)

Word Count: approx. 1,474

The boys entered the dressing room still pumped from the high of performing.

"FIVE whole encores!" Nagito exclaimed as he dropped into a makeup chair by the mirror. "They would've never let us leave!"

Iori hummed. "These fans were intense, I'll give them that."

Kyohei grinned. "We live to serve."

Takashi groaned. "As much as I love the fans, and appreciate the demand, this one really took the cake. It was like a tour in one concert." He leaned back in the armchair, pulling his shirt away from his chest.

Kota grunted from his place sprawled on the couch. "Please. A full night's sleep before I'm demanded again, Kyohei."

Kyohei huffed. "Don't go getting weak on me now," he said in jest. "But Sasayama has the schedule. Our next group appointment is at three tomorrow. I don't know about your individual stuff. I have a few appearances and meetings in the morning."

Kiyuki held in her sigh as she walked in with her arms full of water bottles. While she admired their dedication and work ethic, these guys really never slowed down, even when they needed to. She was in no place to suggest a break, even more turned off from the idea at the thought of the tongue-lashing she would get from four of the five - only Nagi endeavoured to go easy on her. She initially moved to set the water on the center table but then followed her inkling to give them out instead, resting one on the floor or chair by the guys around the table before making her way over to Nagi and resting his on the empty makeup counter.

He smiled at her. "Thanks Kiyuki, you're awesome."

She returned the smile. "I have to confirm some wrap up things with Mr. Sasayama and the stage crew. I'll be back in a bit. You guys can get changed by the time."

Kota waved her off. "You don't gotta tell us what to do. This isn't our first concert."

Kiyuki made a face as she hurried towards the door. "Then you shouldn't be in the same clothes when I get back," she quipped as she disappeared behind the door.

Iori looked up from taking a sip from his plastic bottle. "She's been starting to get a mouth on her recently."

Kyohei smirked. "Better than when she was pattering behind us like a timid hamster."

Takashi slid back in his chair, beginning to unbutton his shirt with one hand. He let out an especially deep sigh, closing his eyes.

Nagito spoke up from where he had turned and rested his head on his arms on the makeup counter. "I feel you, Taka." He let his eyes close, too. "This one was a doozy."

Kota was curled on the couch, taking up only half the seating space, hat somewhere on the floor as one arm hung off the chair.

Iori caught himself just before the water bottle slipped from his loosening fingers. "Oh. Geez." He leaned forward to rest it safely on the ground, coming back up just enough to lean over on the arm of the couch. He let out a deep breath, giving in to the heaviness.

Kyohei leaned back at the other end of the sofa, hand draped over his eyes. Even he had to admit that this one had been a lot. Of course, it wasn't just this singular performance. They had been going nonstop for months as a group and in their individual careers. A day off had been unheard off. Heck, a full eight hours worth of sleep had been hard to come by. Moments of respite turned into attempts to snatch some shut-eye like these had become commonplace. It wasn't the healthiest, but they had schedules to maintain and goals to achieve. Sacrifices had to be made to continue this life they were so privileged to afford.

'But not at the cost of their health,' Kiyuki thought in concern as she made her back down the hall. These guys were all going straight back to the house as far as she was concerned. 'And directly into bed. All five of you.' She was stealing the keys to recording and dance studios if she had to. "Guys, Mr. Sasayama said the car's ready to leave when you are."

The sight and silence that greeted her announcement was not a first, but that didn't make it any less unnerving. All five members of REVANCE knocked out in various positions throughout the room, some water bottles untouched. Sleep was such a hot commodity for this hardworking group that it pained her to wake them whenever she found one of them this way, but this time she soothed herself with the knowledge that it was only to get them to their proper, more comfortable places of rest.

She walked up to the closest, Iori, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, Dark Prince, get up. You'll sleep better in your own bed."

She turned to Takashi in the armchair, his shirt half buttoned. "You know it's a problem when you fall asleep mid-action." She shook his shoulder slightly. "C'mon Taka, time to go home."

She reached over the back of the other couch to tap their resident tsundere cat in a human body on the leg. "Wake up, we gotta go to the car."

She crossed the center table to get to Kyohei, reaching to shake his arm. She lifted it from his eyes, noting his slightly parted lips and the way it felt unnaturally heavy in her light grip. When she rested his arm back on his forehead, she jumped when it slid awkwardly across his face and hung there in what had to be an uncomfortable position. She gingerly moved it to rest on his lap instead, watching his face the whole time for any sign of him waking. "Kyohei… wake up, it's time to go."

Her brows furrowed as she noted the lack of response, raising when she looked up to see none of the others she'd troubled had even shifted. She made her way over to Nagito, the one she least feared putting genuine effort into rousing. She shook him by the shoulder a bit harder than the others, tapping him on the shoulder blade. "Time to wake up, Nagi. You can sleep in the car and even more when we get back to the house. Nagi?" She roughed up his hair a bit, tugging slightly. Nothing. She raised her voice. "Nagito, wake up!" He was the easiest to approach of the five, but, he was also the biggest - tallest, to be precise. Lean and all dancing muscle. She put both her arms into shaking him, remembering too late that the makeup chair was one that spun. "Oh shoot!"

The chair turned, taking Nagito's head and arms from the counter, his entire body crumpling out onto the floor.

Kiyuki was on the ground in an instant. "Holy crap, Nagi, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to push you that hard! Are you ok-" Then she noted that he was still out. Now she was scared. There was no way he had fallen that deeply asleep that quickly. She did her best and struggled to ease his limbs out, speaking to him all the while. "Nagito, can you hear me? I really need you to wake up now. Please?" Nothing, not even a twitch. And even more alarming, none of the other guys had stirred at all the ruckus.

Kiyuki felt panic rising in her. "MR. SASAYAMA!" She called as loudly as she could muster without shrieking. "I need help in here!" She stood as footsteps quickly approached the doorway. "The guys aren't waking up!"

Sasayama watched her in alarm.

"None of them are waking up! I came in here and found them like this - well, not Nagi, he actually fell but still isn't waking up!"

Sasayama was quick to call in professionals. The diagnosis was a relief and a concern - fainting from exhaustion.

Kiyuki frowned. "Sure their lives are hectic, it comes with the territory, but I always tell them to take care of themselves. Kyohei and Taka are really the worst - Taka especially when he's composing but… to have them all pass out at once…" Kiyuki looked up at the manager. "Mr. Sasayama they can't continue on like this."

"I agree." The man nodded gravely. "I'll see about adjusting their schedules for the next few days. Can I trust you to look after them at the house for tonight and tomorrow at least?"

She nodded. "Of course. I won't let them go anywhere. I'll melt all the door handles if I have to."

The manager laughed. "I leave them in your capable and protective hands. Godspeed."

"Thanks." Kiyuki smiled at him as he left them at the house. She knew she would need it once they came to.

"We're fine, quit worrying," Iori insisted from his place across the couch at home the next day.

Kiyuki was sitting small in the middle of the sofa, her hands clutching a mug of hot cocoa courtesy of Kyohei. "You don't get it," she spoke to the cup. "I know you are and I'm grateful but… that was so scary…" She curled even smaller. "Coming in to see you guys like that? You ALL passed out at the same time? My heart left my body when I realized you weren't just sleeping. The fact that Nagi didn't wake up when he fell out of the chair - sorry, again, by the way. I really didn't mean to do that."

Nagi sat down right next to her. "I told you already, you can stop apologizing for that. I didn't feel a thing and I didn't get hurt. Honestly, that second encore probably hurt my wrist more with that stunt with the mic."

"That no one told you to do," Kyohei pointed out.

"The fans loved it, though!"

Takashi sighed, shaking his head and turning his attention back to the girl sipping her drink as she watched the exchange. "Sorry for scaring you, Kiyuki."

She looked up as Nagito quickly nodded. "Yeah, we're really sorry. We'll take better care next time."

"From now on, you mean." Kyohei corrected.

Kiyuki nodded. "I would hope so." She rested the empty cup on the table, reaching for a coaster. " 'Next time' makes it sound like you'll just arrange not to all pass out at the same time. Or not let me see or something."

Kota looked up from where he had been parked on her other side, deep in a handheld video game. "None of us meant to do that. Shouldn't happen again."

Kiyuki nodded. "Please do your best to ensure that… Not just for my sake but your own health, as well. I'm begging you. I want you guys around just as much as the fans. Dare I say even more so. Not just music sensation REVANCE but as individuals." She glanced around before looking down again, flushing a bit. "I want each of you: Nagi, Kota, Kyohei, Iori, and Taka, to be around for as long as possible, thriving and doing what makes you happy."

Nagito leaned over onto her, resting his head on hers. He giggled at her protest against his weight. "We'll do our best, promise."

"We don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon," Kyohei assured her with a smirk. "Trust us."

Iori offered his own brand of reassurance. "We're not so fragile, Kiyuki. You know better."

She nodded. "I do. And I do believe in you all. Doesn't mean I won't be extra fussy over you guys for the next while."

"Appreciate the warning," came Kota's voice as he put his game down. His head found its way into her lap and Kiyuki started scratching his hair under his hoodie as if given a command.

She smiled. "That's the only one you're getting. Just because I care."

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kyotakumrau · 3 years

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2021.09.04 DIR EN GREY at CLUB CITTA' -a knot only- report and setlist

00 SE

01 輪郭・Rinkaku

02 人間を被る・Ningen wo kaburu

03 鴉・karasu

04 Devote My Life

05 CLEVER SLEAZOID

06 赫・Aka

07 てふてふ・Tefutefu

08 滴る朦朧・Shitataru murou

09 Ranunculus

10 HYDRA-666-

11 Rubissh Heap

12 T.D.F.F.

13 落ちたことのある空・ Ochita koto

14 詩踏み・Utafumi

ENCORE

en15 朧・Oboro

en16 VINUSHKA

en17 Followers

en18 朔-saku-

Another rainy day but a rainy day with a concert. However I was held hostage in bed by my cat so I only arrived in Kawasaki at 4 and at the venue past 5.

Ticket exchange was very smooth and I was inside very quickly. There was a bit longer queue for goods but I didn't wait longer that 10 mins. Today's sticker design has Shinya.

Then (well after the loo run) I was at my seat waiting for the concert to start. It was weekend so the schedule was 30 mins earlier than the previous day. This time they started almost on the clock.

The sick people in the SE video were also representing people with mental conditions. There was 'RIP AMERIKKKA' on the US flag, another sign (road sign/informative sign?) had a longer text that included something about disabilities.

The band members started to come out and fans greeted each of them with clapping.

Shinya's new haircut is quite nice, he wore the cream jacket. Die had a long vest and black sleeve kinda things (they accented his arms in a very nice way). Toshiya had the jacket with gold embroidery. Kaoru a suit with thick black and white stripes.

Kyo had a white shirt with frill front and black fitted vest. He wore special make up that looked like a fool clown mask - the white paint covered most of his forehead but from the eyeline down started to narrow, so it really looked like a mask. The overdrawn lips went outside the white.

SE finished with the burning letters forming the tour title. Then they were replaced by DIR EN GREY that looked like it was made of ice.

Rinkaku was a good song to start with. The silence after MINERVA but with all hands in the air.

Then with NwK the energy levels were really high.

And then I heard the first notes from Karasu Love the guitars there, Kaoru was so interesting to watch.

But Kyo was easily pulling my eyes back! He kept such a good contact with audience today😭❤️

Yet one more stolen moment during Karasu: Toshiya got his bass close to upright then reached for the mic stand, basically using it to play for a moment like an oversized bow (he didn't lift the stand just leaned it toward the bass).

And I can't pinpoint the exact songs but he went to the right side of the stage few times today, also came to the stage edge many times.

And by then Kyo's make up was already starting to melt and drip with sweat which really just added to the performance.

Aka had Kyo using the mic cord to create a loop.

Which song was it with the war scenes? There were many dates from the European theatre of WWII but it at some moment showed a medieval battle. And they also added more scenes from Middle East.

One more video I can't place is zombie subway game.

D.T.F.F. aka the song you will want to experience live at least once, I promise you. IT IS A LIVE 'let's have the audience go crazy' MASTERPIECE.

I can't write about each song, they were all just so raw and hitting at all right places. I was headbanging, jumping, fist-pumping, rocking basically non stop (thank you my aisle seat that gave me space allowing to reasses the definition of 'excessive headbanging'😂).

But one thing that changed for me for sure, yesterday I could still feel very keenly the loss at not being able to sing and scream my heart out, but today it was gone. I felt more confident that we can communicate our feelings and reactions to them even without it.

Kyo gave us 'let us hear your heart voice' just as they were starting Utafumi, and during the song hitting his chest with the mic. It was🔥🔥🔥

And then the main part was over and we were clapping and clapping and clapping👏

They came out for encore in different clothes. Kaoru had a black tshirt without sleeves, Toshiya a black blouse with the flower piece from the day before, the string kind of tie is actually part of the piece I think. Shinya also wore a black t-shirt, same as Die I think (not 100% sure).

Kyo had a white piece with black straps that was almost like a white version of the alice uaa piece he wore for Androgynos, but it was asymmetric, one side was sleeveless. He wore the same (I think) wide cropped pants underneath it as with the black piece.

Oboro had the video in the back.

Vinushka had more current scenes added to the video, it could be Afganistan but definitely some scenes from a conflict in the Middle East. Kyo definitely reached very deep into us.

Followers after Vinushka was a genius decision. The energy again was just❤️

And then before saku Kyo started announcing last song, screaming 'LAST! LAST! GUYS!! GIRLS!! Let us hear your heart voice!!!! LAAAAAAST!'

During saku all members were going to other side of the stage, Toshiya went to play in front of Shinya for a bit as well. And Kaoru was for a moment headbanging with Die. Kyo moved around his stand coming to the edge of the stage and kept looking at the fans as we were headbanging and fist-pumping.

Then when the encore was finished Kyo stayed on the stand, the emotions on his face😭😭😭😭😭❤️

He then stood up and pointed at the audience, from his eyes to the audience and again and again. He waves us goodbye before leaving.

Shinya left very quickly, Toshiya came to the edge of the stage before leaving. Kaoru took one pick and saluted us. Die waved as he was walking off.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

#dir en grey #tour21 desperate #attempt at live report #setlist

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luminescencefics · 3 years

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in the crowd

Here’s my submission for the HS Fic Slam created by the lovely @oh-honey-styles! Big thanks to Anne for putting this all together, I can’t wait to read everybody else’s submissions. Here’s a blurb about the gif above with the prompt “I saw that, you checked me out.” (Essentially my fever dream of going to one of Harry’s live shows written in like 25 minutes haha). Enjoy! x

900ish word count

My masterlist // moodboard // read below:

***

You didn’t necessarily want to be here, per se. But your best friend, Callie, scored comped tickets from the radio station she worked at earlier that day, and she had begged you to come with her, declaring it was the perfect excuse for a girls night out.

The free tickets were in the coveted friends and family overflow section, which granted you prime viewing access to the stage only a few rows back. The personal upside was that your section was only a few feet away from the bar just towards the exit of the pit, which would come in handy for the remainder of the night.

You were using the concert as your pregame for the rest of the evening. It’s not that you weren’t a Harry Styles fan, because Watermelon Sugar definitely came up on your beach playlist far too many times for you to not remember the words, but you were just looking forward to the next part of the night. The part where you got to dance with your three best girlfriends, drinking all your stresses from the work week away at a club in downtown LA. You didn’t get to see your friends often, but whenever you did, you made sure that girls night out was a memorable outing for all of you.

The four of you began the night at Katsuya, so you were all dressed for the part. As you settled into your seats near the pit, a strong tequila on the rocks in one hand, you observed your outfits compared to the other girls around you, and instantly felt a little awkward. You were sporting black leather pants, the kind that left little to the imagination, showcasing all your best assets. A white bustier bodice top that left a sliver of your skin showing from the waistline of your pants was overtop, with a matching All Saints leather jacket to cover up your cleavage. You felt tall and sexy in your strappy heels, towering over the rest of your friends beside you.

Honestly, you didn’t really care about the Harry Styles concert if you were being truthful. But Callie really wanted to go after watching him leave the radio station that afternoon, and the promise of free drinks and good music was really all you needed to agree to come.

The opening song began and the screams were so loud you felt your feet shaking in your heels. Suddenly, he appeared center stage, beginning his set and singing effortlessly. You were bobbing your head to the first two songs, not knowing the lyrics but appreciating the music. You were also appreciating the way he looked, all tanned skin and fluffy curls, long body with a structured torso, impeccable taste in clothing and sinewy hips. He definitely ticked off all your boxes, and the thought of watching him for another hour and a half really didn’t sound so unbearable anymore.

You were the perfect amount of drunk once the fourth song came, the earlier buzz you had from drinks at Katsuya fading into a delicate layer of inebriation. Harry had waltzed over to your side of the stage at this point, eyeing the crowd and waving at adoring fans. When his eyes fell over to your group, you were almost certain that he was looking straight at you, head tilting in a curious way as if he were trying to remember every line on your face.

He left just as quickly as he came, and suddenly you needed another drink. After sneaking away and returning as the next song started, one you surprisingly knew quite well, you took a long sip and watched him. He commanded the stage in a way that made you wonder if he was an alpha by fault—taking ownership of every space he ended up filling. It definitely made your head spin with other inappropriate thoughts, but you couldn’t help it. He was handsome and staring at you and you truly had nothing to lose at this point.

Your early inklings of him checking you out were almost confirmed as you watched him whisper over to his guitar player during a break in the set, feeling two eyes watch you from above. It was only when a dark-haired man sporting a black lanyard peeked over in your direction from the pit, his eyes shifting from Harry towards yours with a bright smile on his face, you knew that he had definitely noticed you.

So you made the next move.

When the song changed from a slow, easy tune into something slightly more upbeat, you handed your almost-emptied tequila drink to Callie, gripping your leather jacket and ripping it off, making sure your chest was perked, showcasing the cleavage in your tight top to the singer whose eyes conveniently shifted towards yours. He backed away from the microphone stand, eyes completely locked on yours, and looked at you from the tips of your painted toes to the tops of your hair. He had a slanted smirk on his face, white teeth beaming in a way that made you know that look was solely for you.

You knew he was quite skilled in reading lips, with the way he’s done it effortlessly to other fans throughout the night. So with one last look you mouthed, “I saw that, you checked me out,” up to him, your rogue-painted lips forming every word with ease.

He simply nodded in your direction, shrugging as if he were completely innocent, before moving to the other side of the stage so that attention wouldn’t be drawn to you. Callie though, caught every word, and you just laughed with her as the show took a quick intermission and Harry returned moments later in a white button-up t-shirt and a Gucci suit overtop.

A few songs later, and a new refill for you, he began singing a popular song from his first album that had your hips swiveling. He was showboating during the instrumental section, prancing around the stage for his screaming fans below. You were close enough to notice the sweat brimming at the top of his hairline, sliding down his sharp cheekbones before pooling at the hollows of his collarbones. The exertion from performing caused a few of the buttons on his dress shirt to pop open, the material turning a bit translucent from the sweat, allowing your eyes to trace the etchings of dark ink swirling around his skin. Just as you were noticing the laurels above his hips, he was suddenly in front of you, eyebrows lifted mischievously with a daring grin on his face.

He copies your words from earlier. “I saw that, you checked me out.”

You simply shrug like he did, biting your lower lip to try and keep your smile from breaking through your face. But he notices it just like he’s noticed practically every move you’ve made that night, and you swear that you can see him groan when his head tilts back, showing the bob of his Adam’s apple.

Your drink was finished by the time Harry began singing his encore. Callie leans over in your direction, letting you know that her boyfriend was waiting for them at Hyde Sunset. You could still feel Harry’s eyes on yours, and a small sliver of you had hope and a pinch of excitement for what could possibly happen next, so you decide to stay, informing your girlfriends that you’ll just call an Uber home from the venue.

They nod and leave, and just as the crowd was screaming as the song ended, a burly man with a black collared-shirt, the words SECURITY printed on the front, appears from the pit, a small piece of paper being thrust in your direction.

“From the boss,” he utters, head shifting to the stage that was just occupied by Harry.

You nod and unfurl the paper, grinning when you read the uppercase scrawl that was hastily written in the dim lighting from the stage.

Please tell me you want to see me as badly as I want to see you. -H x

When your eyes fall over the number scribbled on the bottom of the paper, you immediately compose a message on your phone, grinning at the fact that your gut instinct was right, and tonight was definitely going to be full of excitement.

***

A/N: If you’re curious what happens after....

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry x reader #1dff #1dff updates #HSFICSLAM #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles blurb #harry styles x y/n #harry styles writing

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purpleyellow · 3 years

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Light denim

TXT 6th member

Minji’s masterlist

“Everyone has their jobs when it comes to helping Minji with her period”

cw: mentions of periods and blood (not gory though)

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open! 💚

The styling for blue hour had caught Minji's attention from the get go. She would be mainly wearing jeans and sweaters (cropped but still sweaters) throughout most stages, and the fun cowboy touches only added to make her happier. It was the kind of clothes she could dance without minding it too much and even forget about them once the performance was done.

But there was one thing she forgot could become a problem. That particular day, the light, almost white, denim she wore matching with the members made her very conscious of her movements, specially because her period had arrived in the morning and being in white pants was not her first option for that time of the month.

Despite Minji being mildly stressed though out the day, the stylists kept checking up for her and a few bathroom breaks were allowed to keep everything right. Nothing went wrong, giving her a false sense of security which led her to put her guard down and even forget the small mishap waiting to happen.

While standing on the hallway, TXT, as well as a few other idols, waited to go up on stage for the ending speech and encore stage for that day. Minji had her head resting against Soobin's arm, so she could rest for a second and listen to whatever they were bickering about, when the fuzzy part of his sweater tickled her nose. And just like any human being, she sneezed, regretting doing so a few minutes after.

The girl stepped away from the boy and silently went over to Beomgyu's side, who was conventionally standing in front of a wall. Tapping his elbow, she whispered not to catch anyone else's attention. “I need you to do something for me”.

“I'm tired, do it yourself” The boy shrugs making her slap his arm before looking around. Leaning closer, she insisted.

“You won't have to move. Just, check on my pants to see if there's any blood” Minji keeps her voice low, and he groans “Please, I can't move right now with the chance of other people seeing it”

“Dude, no” Beomgyu makes an annoyed face and looks the other way “That's too weird”

“Well, I need you to do it either way. And we've known each other forever. Look, girls check each other all the time no one even notices. Please be my girl friend for a second” Her words are followed by a pout, and he looks disgusted at her.

Avoiding her face, Beomgyu shakes his head making her chuckle “I'm not looking at your butt”

“It's just a glimpse, all you're going to see it's denim and if there's red anywhere than you tell me” She slaps his arms and turns her back slightly to him, taking a couple of steps before returning. “So?”

“Nothing, you're good” He nods even though he's not facing her and Minji's shoulders drop.

“You didn't even look, did you?” She rolls her eyes and their conversation gets interrupted by Taehyun also leaning on the wall and giving her a side hug.

“Noona, maybe you should go to the bathroom for a second. There's a little red spot on your pants” The younger whispers to her and the girl raises one eyebrow at Beomgyu.

“See, it's not that hard being helpful” She tells him as the group gets approached by a staff member who tells them to go on stage in a minute “Well, shit”

“There's not enough time to change” Taehyun says what she's thinking and looks to the other boy “Can you make a run for her jacket?”

“That, I'm more than happy to do” Beomgyu sprints off to their dressing room and comes back almost instantly with the white coat they put on at the end of Blue Hour. “Record time, baby”

The girl isn't particularly happy about having to wait longer before she can fix up herself, but she's aware nobody is going to let her single-handedly delay the broadcast. At the very minimum, she's glad nobody else will have to be aware of it.

Getting the coat from him, Minji puts it on rather fast as the group slowly heads to the stairs leading to the stage. She's one sleeve in when she notices her arm only occupies 2/3s of it and the bottom of the coat is dragging on the floor.

“I appreciate the effort” The girl said between her teeth as she goes to stand next to Beomgyu and smiles to the camera. “Next time, just make sure you're actually grabbing my coat and not any of you giant's”

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thexfridax · 3 years

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Recap/thoughts on L’Étang

Performed on 6th of June 2021, Holland Festival, Internationaal Theater Amsterdam / Rabozaal

I recently had the chance to attend Der Teich / The Pond / L’Étang written by Robert Walser and adapted by Gisèle Vienne at the Holland Festival 2021 in Amsterdam. The main reason I went was to experience the absolute force that is Adèle Haenel, but I was also intrigued about how she would interact with Ruth Vega Fernandez on stage (who I only knew from the Swedish film Kiss me / Kyss mig).

After a number of performances were postponed and subsequently cancelled in France, I wasn’t quite sure whether this one would actually go ahead. Luckily, the Covid-19 situation had improved sufficiently for a live audience to attend, albeit with a limited number of people.

Switzerland had hosted the world premiere of the play in early May, so a couple of reviews were already out (check out #L’Etang on @mlleclaudine’s blog, she has translated some of these reviews). I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect though other than French avant-garde theatre (= confusion 😊).

** SPOILERS **

The stage was dark, when the audience entered. You could spot some creepy shapes, some were clearly mannequins, but I somehow thought the actresses were already on stage, too. Watching us. (They weren’t.)

When the lights went on, a guy appeared and gently carried the mannequins off stage.

EXTREMELY loud electronic music followed, and in robo-walked Adèle as Fritz, and behind her Ruth as the mother (nameless, only her last name -Mrs Marti- is mentioned in the OG play).

They continued to robo-walk across the stage (somewhat synchronised), until everyone found their spot, very much apart from each other. You could clearly hear their breathing throughout this movement (also in the latter stages of the play).

Not much else was on stage but a bed with random clothes draped over it, and some other bits and bobs (for Fritz). There was also a wig and an ashtray (for the mother, alluding to her femme fatale status).

Adèle started to speak (in French), setting the scene for a boy who is somewhat disregarded by his mother, but longing for her…

FRITZ

Ich möchte fast lieber nirgends mehr sein, als so da sein. Nichts als böse Gesichter. Ist das ein Essen bei Tisch. […] Man darf den Mund nicht aufmachen, ohne fürchten zu müssen, den Anstand zu verletzen. Was nützt so ein Anstand? Der Paul, der darf wohl reden, der darf sich alles erlauben. An dem ist alles schön, artig, recht, nett. […] Ich muss ja glauben, nur er sei der Sohn seiner Mutter, und die Mutter habe keinen zweiten Sohn neben ihm. Nichts kann ich recht machen, ich mag mich anstellen, wie ich will. […] Wenn nur wer wüsste, wie es in mir drin aussieht. Wenn die Mutter mir nur einmal ins Herz schauen könnte. Vielleicht wäre sie erstaunt, vielleicht würde sie dann sehen, dass ich sie auch noch ein wenig gern hab. […] (Extract from Der Teich, Insel Bücherei Edition)

I’d rather not exist anymore than be like this. Only evil faces. What a meal. […] One isn’t allowed to open one’s mouth without being afraid of violating propriety. What’s the point of this kind of propriety? Paul, he is allowed to talk, he can do anything. Everything about him is lovely, good, proper, nice. […] I’m starting to believe that he is his mother’s only son, and the mother doesn’t have another one aside from him. I can’t do anything right, doesn’t matter whatever I do. […] If only anyone knew, how it looks inside of me. If the mother only looked into my heart. Maybe she would be surprised, maybe she would see that I still like her a bit. (My translation)

J’aimerais encore mieux être nulle part, plutôt qu’ici. … On n’a pas le droit d’ouvrir la bouche, de peur de blesser les convenances. À quoi ça sert, ces convenances ? Paul, lui, il a le droit de parler. Lui, il peut tout se permettre. En lui tout est beau, bien, correct, gentil. […] Je vais finir par croire qu’il est le seul fils de sa mère, et que la mère, elle n’a pas eu de deuxième fils en plus de lui. Rien de ce que je fais n’est bien, quoi que je fasse. […] Si seulement quelqu’un savait comment je suis à l’intérieur. Si ma mère pouvait regarder une seule fois dans mon coeur. Peut-être qu’elle serait étonnée, peut-être qu’elle verrait alors que moi aussi j’ai encore un peu d’amour pour elle. […] (Translated by Lucie Taïeb, in: Pièce (dé)montée : L'Etang, Gwenaëlle Hebert)

While Adèle talked, voicing multiple characters with ease (i.e. Fritz and his sister Klara), Ruth slowly walked around, and at one point intervenes in the quarrel between the siblings. She was a threatening presence, and spiteful to both of her children in the first act. Throughout the play you could see how scared Fritz was of his mother (the look of dread on Adèle’s face was shocking).

A dream like scene came next, where it wasn’t entirely clear (to me) what was happening. Fritz seemed to be dreaming of his family, being conflicted, laughing, angry, moaning … a disturbingly visceral and messy scene, where the characters all merge.

(NB: I may not remember the exact sequence of scenes or who played whom, as I was slightly stunned by this point..)

Meanwhile, Ruth transformed into the ‘good and kind’ mother of one of Fritz’s sickly friends, which made it even clearer how much Fritz suffers from the neglect of his own mother, and how isolated he is.

Maybe also by choice:

FRITZ

[…] Ich bin gern allein. Da kommen einem die Gedanken. Da stört einen niemand. – Mir ist immer, als hätte ich irgendwo etwas vergessen. Ich weiß, es ist nichts, und doch plagt es mich. Was kann es nur sein? Nichts? Da hab ich gut reden! Es ist was, aber das Dumme ist, ich hab es eben vergessen. Ich will dem Sächelchen nachgehn. Ich will zu meinem Platz im Wald gehn, vielleicht fliegt es mir dort wie ein Schmetterling zu. Warum muss man eigentlich denken? Man muss, es zwingt einen. Das ist so dumm, dass man was muss. Man sollte nichts müssen! Aber da hab ich wieder gut reden. Komm, Fritz, wir beide gehen. Ich bin doch nicht ganz allein. Der Fritz ist Fritzens Kamerad. Ich bin mir selbst mein bester Freund. – Was ich auch alles wissen muss. Eigentlich ist es zum Lachen. Aber im Wald will ich darüber nachdenken, was ich tun könnte, dass ich der Mutter – – – (as above)

[…] I like to be on my own. You can think. Nobody disturbs you. – It always seems to me, as if I had forgotten something. I know, it’s nothing, but it still haunts me. What can it be? Nothing? It’s all very well of me to say that. There is something, but the silly thing is that I forgot about it. I will look into the matter. I will go to my spot in the woods, maybe it will come to me like a butterfly. Why is it that one actually has to think? One must, one is forced to do so. It’s so silly that one has to. One shouldn’t have to do anything! But again, look who’s talking. Come on, Fritz, let’s go. I’m not quite alone. Fritz is Fritz’s companion. I am my own best friend. – Why must I know everything. It’s actually funny. But I will think about it in the woods, as to what I’m going to do, so that mother – – – (as above)

[…] J’aime bien être seul. Quand on est seul, c’est là que les pensées viennent. Personne ne vous dérange. J’ai toujours l’impression d’avoir oublié quelque chose quelque part. Je sais que ce n’est rien, pourtant ça me tourmente. Qu’est-ce que ça pourrait être ? Rien ? Facile à dire ! Non, il y a bien quelque chose, mais, bêtement, j’ai justement oublié quoi. Je vais suivre cette piste. Je vais aller dans la forêt, dans mon coin à moi, et peut-être que, là-bas, ça me reviendra ! Mais pourquoi il faut toujours penser ? On est obligé, c’est plus fort que nous. C’est tellement bête, d’être obligé. On ne devrait être obligé à rien. Facile à dire. Allez, on y va. Je ne suis pas complètement seul, après tout. Je suis mon propre meilleur ami. Et toutes ces questions que je pose. En fait ça me donne envie de rire. Mais dans la forêt, on va réfléchir à ce que je pourrais faire pour que ma mère... (as above)

And the plot thickens afterwards, his siblings become convinced that Fritz is going to drown himself in the titular pond (he hinted at it in a grand speech, according to his brother). The brother then chases after Fritz, urged by his sister to do the right thing.

Adèle is fully immersed in this scene, first voicing the siblings, then transforming back into Fritz, who is somewhat exhilarated by his own prank (she intones a sound or two, which makes me think that those singing lessons were quite successful). All to figure out if his mother cares for him or not.

It kinda worked. When Fritz returns home, he finds his distraught sister and parents. The mother sees her son for the first time as a real person (the father is angry). She calls him a man, and they temporarily connect as equals (the mother-child dynamic being interrupted). She wants this understanding to be kept as secret from the other siblings, to which Fritz agrees.

The siblings re-enact the fake drowning scene, Fritz is represented by a knife, Paul by a fork, and Klara by a little spoon. The story ends without the parents being included. (In the OG play, the mother observes this scene, and is quite moved that Fritz has kept his word of not sharing their secret. This is also part of the final act of the OG play.)

In another disturbing and weird scene, Fritz is (invisibly) choked by someone, Adèle pants and spits, but it’s not clear who the perp is (I thought, the father, but who knows). The mother(?) is standing by when this happens, and then leaves, repulsed.

At the end you can see Fritz observing his mother approaching his empty bed, picking up a pillow and holding it. Not a real closure for their characters, but it was a tender moment in a very compact and rather violent play.

Adèle seemed to have voiced the majority of the characters (children and adults), changing her voice accordingly to make them sound different in the same scene. She was often seen on the floor, stretched out, being in agony or another state of mind (or spitting). It was an intense and unsettling performance, but not to the extent that I wanted to leave the theatre 😊

Ruth did voice fewer characters (mainly the adults, maybe also one of the children). She cried heavily in one scene (sublime acting!), and by the end of the play her character seemed to have lost all of her harshness. We mostly got to know her through Fritz’s descriptions (or their interactions), she had maybe one monologue of her own (at least in the OG play). But she was omnipresent in Fritz’s mind and also during the play (she only left the stage once before the end), transforming from the devouring to the caring(?) mother. A more restrained, but still very effective performance.

I think, the (spare) use of electronic music and different lighting was in line with Fritz’s turmoil, and it wasn’t distracting from the acting. I was glad that there were subtitles, perfect for non-French speakers – though it didn’t give you a clue which character was speaking. You had to quickly switch from looking at the subs to Adèle or Ruth to figure it out.

All in all, it was great to be back in a theatre, to watch these two (plus Gisèle etc.) finally bring this obscure family drama to life with a vengeance.

I hope to watch the play again in Hamburg (Internationales Sommerfestival 2021, ticket information to be released in mid-June), as there were a lot more things I couldn’t unpack while watching, or even now 😉

Cover picture by @estellehanania Other pictures/video by @thexfridax

#L'Étang #Gisèle Vienne #Adèle Haenel #Ruth Vega Fernandez #Amsterdam #Holland Festival #Recap #I mean #This was not a pretty play #But well choreographed #NGL #I enjoyed seeing Adèle live with my own two eyes #My disjointed thoughts #And I had trouble with the tenses #Haha

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youngbloodlisk · 3 years

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Candy // Choi Chanhee

- not proofread just because i'm lazy i'm sorry

- sub chanhee + dom female

- mommy kink

- edging

- manhandling

- aggressive

- handjob

- riding

- pegging

- degradation

- a little praise

- a little embarrassment kink

- slight possessiveness

- stoplight color system

- orgasm denial

- fake sympathy

- dacryphilia (crying kink)

- oral (male rec)

- fingering

i threatened to tag @denehbola in this and i am a woman of my word ��

He arrived home exhausted.

He didn't even remember to take off his shoes before he practically fell over onto the couch.

I asked him about the concert while I took his shoes off for him and put them by the door.

Three encore stages, he said.

Then a party backstage for some of the staffs' birthdays.

Then Changmin wanted to go over choreography for a special gift they've been preparing for deobis' anniversary.

He said he's never been so tired in his life.

I told him to sit back and relax: let me take care of him.

I brought him a bottle of ice cold water and a satisfying plate of food.

We turned on a movie and I massaged him in every place where he groaned that it was sore.

He took his time with his food, but drank three bottles of water before the movie was over.

I told him to follow me to the bathroom so I could give him a bath. As shy as he was, he was also too sore and tired to take his clothes off efficiently, so he let me undress him with a gentle, warm touch.

He sat in the white tub, water surrounding him and soapy bubbles floating around the edges.

I told him when to close his eyes and brace for water or soap, just like an adult might bathe a small child.

He smiled the whole time I washed his pink hair, clearly enjoying the scalp massage that came along with lathering his shampoo.

Once he was clean, he wrapped up in a navy blue robe and sat on the bed, telling me what clothes to take out of his pajama drawer and which brand of underwear he wanted (considering differences in style and texture).

He decided to take it on himself to get dressed for bed and brush his teeth.

I continued a soft, but firm, massage while he brushed his teeth.

When he finished, we laid down in the bed and he snuggled into me.

He didn't know if he could sleep yet, he said.

He was exhausted, yet deep down he was still on a bit of a performance high. He hadn't fully relaxed yet.

That's how we ended up here.

Chanhee's clothes pooled on the floor by the bed, myself still fully clothed.

One of my hands lightly wrapped around his cock, moving at a perfect pace, the other hand rubbing his torso.

What better to calm him down than a slow, gentle handjob? Or so I thought.

I notice his face scrunching, and the way he's pressing his lips together.

"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong, baby?"

"N-No, no... not at all... I just... I-I really want-..."

He gets embarrassed and covers his face with his hands, pushing his legs together (which, in turn, makes me lose my grip on him) and bringing his knees up.

"Look at me." I say in a gentle voice.

"I can't." His voice is muffled through his hands, until I grab his wrists and pull his hands away.

"Look at me, Chanhee. Talk to me. What do you want?"

"I want... I want mom- mommy-... I-" His eyes begin to well up with tears, which often happens when he's embarrassed or feels guilty.

"Hey..." I use the hem of my shirt to wipe the salty tears away from his face. "There's no need to cry, darling. Do you want mommy to make you feel good? Be rougher with her babyboy?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Please, mommy." He says quickly, relieved that he doesn't have to say it himself, yet still embarrassed to be asking for it. "I'm so s-sorry. Your... your hand just f-felt so good. I want mommy to... to do m-more to me." His voice is shaky and barely audible. Unless he's already really in the moment, he hates asking me to do anything. He feels as if he's being selfish and greedy.

Yet, his dick begins to turn red and the tip gets shinier by the second from the embarrassment.

"You know your body better than I do, and I know you're still a bit sore. So, do you remember the safe words?"

"Yellow to slow down, red to stop."

"What about the safe actions?"

"Either snap repeatedly or tap on you repeatedly."

"That's my good boy." His cheeks flush red at the comment as I move to sit up against the headboard. "Lay across my lap, ass up."

"Wait, what?" He's clearly surprised with the way I'm choosing to start this.

"Do you wanna be a good boy tonight?"

"Oh- I do- I- Yes."

"Yes, who?"

"Y-Yes, mommy."

"Then lay across my lap. Ass up. Don't make me ask a third time."

"Yes, mommy." He mumbles in a slurry mess and crawls to me, positioning himself perfectly across my lap.

I run my hand across his pretty ass and grab at it, surely making him think I'm about to spank him, before pulling his legs apart and running a finger slowly across his hole.

Chanhee squirms just a bit at the touch.

I reach down between his legs and wrap my hand around his hard dick. My grip is much firmer and stronger than before and my pace is much slower.

He tries to hold back his reactions as much as possible, which only makes it more satisfying when he blurts out a sweet, desperate...

"More. M-more, please."

I take my hand off entirely, except for the fingers tracing his dripping tip.

Chanhee let's out a desperate whine and pushes his hips back. I wrap my hand entirely around his tip. I use my other hand to roughly grab his hair and tug on it, pulling his head back just enough so I can lean over and look him in the eyes.

"The whines we like, but you know that right now your body is mine to control. Yes?"

"Yes, m-mmmommy. I'm ssso sorry, I'll be a g...good boy. I promise..." He chokes out between pretty moans as I begin progressively stroking his cock faster. "I'm... I'm getting clo-close."

"I can tell, baby. Your cock talks." My comment about the twitching taking place in my hand was delivered with a smirk, knowing that it would embarrass him.

His breath begins to hitch and I know he's so close. He's right on the edge. Just a couple more strokes will cover the sheets in white.

I pull my hand away, eliciting the cutest whining and begging I've ever heard from my precious boy... as well as the most disobedient reaction he's ever given.

A soft, desperate mumbling of "no" and "please" rolls off Chanhee's pink little tongue, and he tries to turn around and sit up while reaching back to grab my hand. It happens so fast that he's already grabbed my wrist before I can react.

It takes more strength than you'd imagine to control him and hold him down, but I've gotten good at finding his weak spots in many different ways.

I hold him down in a position which has his face pressed against the bed and his ass sticking up in the air.

I lightly brush my fingertips down his shaft.

"Please, p-please let me cum-"

"Even when you just misbehaved and I had to pin you back down, you run your slutty mouth. Do you think you deserve to cum already? After that?"

"Please, mommy..." He sounds as if he's crying, but there are no tears yet.

He's probably alright, knowing him, but better safe than sorry. I quickly ask him for a color check.

"Green."

I continue to lightly brush my fingers against him, waiting until he comes down from his denied orgasm. As soon as Chanhee's body has calmed, obvious by the way he relaxes and the way his sounds change, I stop touching him and carefully move him off of my lap.

As I move from my previous spot, I instruct him to sit where I was.

He does so, curled up and pouting at me.

"Aw, did baby not get to cum?" I mirror his pout and nod, crawling towards him.

I harshly pull his legs apart and position my body between them so he can't close them back. I grab his chin, squishing his cheeks up and parting his pouty little lips.

"Did my bad babyboy not get to cum?" I keep up the fake sympathy.

"Please, please, I'll be so good. I-"

"Good? You don't seem like a very good boy today. That's okay." I trail my way down his body until he can probably feel my hot breath on his slit. "If you don't wanna act like a good boy, I'm not gonna treat you like one."

I wrap my lips around his tip and pull off with a pop. I watch his weak eyes as I lick long and slow up his shaft before taking him in my mouth, going further and further until I almost gag.

It doesn't take long, not a whole lot of bobbing and sucking, for him to get close again.

He's already been denied or delayed twice.

He starts twitching in my mouth and his hips buck up involuntarily.

I look up to meet his eyes, but instead I see them staring at the wall with water welling up.

That's my cue to pull off of him with another sweet pop.

I watch as the tears begin to roll down his cheeks and he squirms and jerks around, his breathing heavy.

"Please, n-no more teasing... I need to cum, I need- I'm begging you, baby-"

"Excuse me? Begging who?"

"Please, mommy-" It comes out like a whisper.

"Louder."

"Please, m-mommy-"

I wrap my hand around his neck and press on the sides.

"You little slut." I whisper in his ear. "You're begging to cum but you can't even beg properly. Louder." I press the end of louder into his neck with a kiss.

"Please! Please, please, please... I need mommy to make me cum, please!" His precious voice cries out, loud enough that anyone else in the house would hear.

He shakes and whines, desperately tugging at my clothes and groping my body as I kiss his neck.

When I pull away and try to get off the bed, Chanhee grabs my shirt and pulls me back. He places a hand on the back of my neck, caressing softly, and he presses a loving kiss to my lips.

He does this sometimes in moments like this. It's a nonverbal green indicator.

We have a "red" equivalent safe action, two in fact, but this kiss is how Chanhee reassures me that he's okay. He's enjoying himself, and enjoying his time with me. He isn't hurt or upset in any way whatsoever.

Green light.

I really appreciate it.

I linger in front of his face for a moment after the kiss, looking deep into his eyes with sincerity and love.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart. You're taking everything I give you perfectly. You'll tell me if it gets too much, right?"

"Of course."

I place one more quick kiss on his lips before getting up off the bed.

"Lay on your back, baby. Right on the edge of the bed." I tell him.

He starts doing as I say, but freezes when he sees me pulling my shirt off. I pretend not to notice the way he stares me down as I undress, practically drooling. By the sound of the bed, I assume he finally lays down when I disappear into the closet.

Chanhee's eyes widen at the sight of me walking out of the closet, finishing securing my black strap-on.

"I th-thought-"

"You'll cum. Be it untouched now or later when I ride you... you'll cum. Legs up, babyboy."

He lifts his legs and holds them up, and I grab the bottle of lube from the bedside drawer.

After proper application, a green light check, and making sure he's relaxed, I slowly push into him.

A soft moaning/gasping jumble leaves his mouth at the feeling of the familiar strap. I begin rocking my hips, slowly and carefully speeding up. I can't help but smile watching him as I fuck him.

His jaw lax.

His eyes leaking tears, which stream down the sides of his face.

His beautiful skin glistening with sweat.

His pink hair messy and sticking to his forehead.

His hard dick hitting his stomach.

His pretty fingers digging into his thighs as he holds his legs up.

His body lightly bouncing back and forth from the impact of my thrusts.

And my favorite part, the sweet sounds coming from his mouth.

"You look so beautiful... my pretty babyboy. So perfect. Give me your hands, angel." I slow down and he takes a moment to breathe before letting his legs rest on my shoulders and grabbing my hands.

I hold tight to him and increase speed immediately, pounding into Chanhee.

His back arches, his body starts shaking.

He's being so loud that even the neighbors probably know how good he's getting fucked.

"Listen to yourself, babyboy. You're my little toy, aren't you? Such a pretty slut for mommy. Say it."

"I'm a s-s...slut f...for... mommy. You ma...make me feel so g-good, mom...my..."

"Do you wanna cum?"

Chanhee nods, only making me slam into him harder.

"Use your words, slut."

"Please! Please let... me... c-cum..."

"Where are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum inside mommy?"

"Can-... Can I?"

I drop his hands and pull out of him, quickly working to take off the strap.

Chanhee lays in place, exhausted, but watching me with expectation.

"Move back on the bed a bit." I instruct him, to which he shakily obeys.

Once I place the strap to the side to wash later, I crawl on top of Chanhee and hover over him.

I press my forehead against his before placing a kiss on his cheek.

I sit up, straddling the boy. Taking his red, dripping cock, and lining it up to my entrance before lowering slowly.

We both let out sighs of relief when he's finally fully inside me.

For him, he's been denied so much pleasure already that knowing he's actually gonna cum this time is relief.

For me, I've been throbbing and dripping this entire time. That's my relief.

I know I can't take my time while riding him, that would be truly cruel. He's already taken so much, he deserves this.

Not to mention, it surely won't take long at all for either of us to cum.

I do my best to keep my balance as I start to bounce.

"You feel so good, babyboy..." I moan out, my voice breathy and slow. "You fill me up so well, you're so good for me."

I rock as I move up and down on him to intensify it.

His cock hits deep inside me, grazing my g-spot perfectly.

Chanhee digs his fingers into my hips.

"F-Feels... so good... I'm... cl-close..." His strained voice comes out in a moan. His chest rises and falls in a mix of shallow and deep breaths.

"Cum in me like the good... good little slut you are."

I keep my pace steady, as difficult as it may be, and it doesn't take much longer before a loud moan rips through the air like an orchestra in perfect tune and unison.

Music to my ears.

Chanhee's body jerks and his head is pressing hard against the bed, his back arching and his breath hitching. I feel a rush of warmth inside me.

I slow down until it comes to a natural stop as I lift myself off of him and lay next to him, my head on his chest. I can feel his breathing become more consistently deep.

My fingers trace along his skin.

"Thank you... but... you didn't-"

I quickly cut him off with a genuine tone, so he knows I'm not upset.

"I know. It's okay. I edged you so much, it doesn't matter. You deserve it, angel."

My confusion keeps me from reacting to what happens next.

He readjusts so his fingers can reach my pussy.

"I wanna take care of my mommy... because she always takes care of me."

He sinks two long fingers into me and presses his thumb on my clit.

I gasp, already being so close from riding him.

Chanhee curls his fingers in a rhythm to match his thumb massaging my clit.

I press my face into his chest as he fingers me to an orgasm. He kisses my head softly when I clench around his fingers and cover them in a new wetness.

"Can I lick them?" He asks after letting me come down from my high and catch my breath.

"Of course you can, angel."

He pulls his hand back up to his mouth and sucks on his fingers, covered in a blend of both of us, like he's sucking on candy.

"Chanhee, you always treat me so well. You're so good every time. Taking everything I give you, begging for mommy. I appreciate you so much, babyboy."

He finishes licking his fingers clean with a pop that mirrors the way I sucked him off earlier.

"It's not just me. You're the best I could ask for. You always leave me fully satisfied and beyond."

I smile and press my lips to his, quickly deepening the kiss, but keeping it brief.

"I'll get us cleaned up."

We end up working together to use a couple of towels to clean ourselves off, deciding we can handle the sheets tomorrow morning (along with the strap).

We cuddle up together, Chanhee's head resting on my chest and our arms around each other. I play with his hair and lay in the calm of his steady breathing.

It may be irrational, but I usually stay awake until he's asleep. I like knowing he's safe and sound before I close my eyes.

When I think he's finally out, I take my hand away from his hair and rest it on his body.

I feel myself drifting fast, but I hear one last thing before falling asleep.

Something that I've heard before, but not very often. Something that I only hear on occasion, which makes it all the more satisfying each time.

"I love you."

#ciiikbwork #chanhee smut #tbz smut #the boyz smut #tbz chanhee smut #tbz new smut #the boyz chanhee smut #uses tags no one probably uses bc four tags did not feel like enough

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Music and Magic among Knights and Thieves

Chapter 1: The House of Lies Shall Fall

House Arkait was one of the oldest noble houses in the country. They were a family of strong magic, it was what had given them their prowess. Except that in recent years they hadn’t been much more than a symbol of intimidation. Up until Connor and Silas had been born no one in the past one hundred years or so had been able to actually use magic. House Arkait as it was now known was built upon appearances and lies. Connor could use creature magic; he could change his shape as well as understand animals. Silas had been born with pyrokinetic magic which had been interesting to say the least. Richard had been born with script magic, he could see runes and use them as he wished. After generations of nothing House Arkait had three gifted mages within its ranks. It would come across like their place in the council of nobles had been saved. Except Connor had changed shape and made off in the night as soon as he was of age. He sent letters occasionally, but took care not to say where he was in the case that someone other than Silas or Richard had gotten a hold of it. Silas was the next to leave. A mercenary has been travelling through town and caught his eye. They had left together when the mercenary couldn’t find anymore work to do. Which had left Richard on his own, at the mercy of their advisors.

He would the first to admit that he had caught a bit of wanderlust from the letters he received from his brothers. He was left to learn and take on the role of the figure head for the house. Keep their secrets, and continuing to tell lies on the behalf of the house, anything to save face. Personally he would rather the house finally fell, he just didn’t want to be around when it did. Nobility and its ruled were relics from a bygone era. Richard started slowly. He collected all of the spell books that were in the main house; the rest were too much of a risk. The more out dated ones he sold which left him with enough money to safely travel and about six books he could use in the event that he ran into trouble. He packed as lightly as he could, he planned to spend most of his time on the road and he didn’t want to be overly weighed down. He packed the bare minimum of medical supplies, he was fairly decent with healing magic. Travel clothes that wouldn’t immediately mark him as a noble. Lastly he packed his lute and violin. He was great with magic, but that much better with music, The full moon was high in the star littered sky when the last heir of House Arkait vanished into the night. The last standing pillar began to crumble. Without loyalty in a house of lies, what was left? With the last of them gone all that remained in those once hallowed halls were the secrets and lies. It would only be a matter of time before the house fell to the hands of those it had wronged. Richard slipped trough the iron gates. He looked over his shoulder at the manor house one last time overcome with a sense of freedom. This was the start of something amazing.

Richard’s first few weeks on the road was a crash course in how the real world worked. He might not have looked like a noble, but his lack of knowledge on even the most basic things definitely seemed to mark him as one. The people who went out of their way to rip him off aside, he had not been prepared for how expensive living on the road could actually. Performing in taverns as well as on street corners was making him considerable money, but not quite enough so he had to sell a few more of his spell books. Authentic written magic caught a high price and since they were rare he could always track them down again if he needed to. He sold three of them and went on his way. It was a couple months after he had left when he started to hear the first few whispers of change. He found himself smiling at the ‘rumors’ that the last heir to House Arkait had vanished into the night without a trace. He was having something to drink and a light meal before he performed. As he ate he listened to a rowdy green eyed stranger go on about it. He was in the armor of this city’s knights and given the size Richard had the suspicion that it was stolen, but it was none of his business.

“You see,” The man said gruffly, he sounded just this side of waisted, “I think the little noble was kidnapped. Coming from a family like that would fetch a pretty bit of gold. Not to mention, Imagine being even just a part of the group that caused the fall of House Arkait.” It took everything Richard had in him not to laugh or throw in his two cents. The acting head of house had put out a reward for his return so he would be wise to keep his head down. The last letter he had gotten from his brothers said they were doing the same thing. Both Connor and Silas were presumed dead because how long they had been ‘missing’, but one small slip up could change all of that. Richard wasn’t so lucky, he had to keep a close eye on himself so he wouldn’t slip up. Richard finished his meal and paid for it. He grabbed his things, checked the time, and then made his way to the stage to get set up. He put an amplification spell on his lute and another one on his throat to make his voice louder. Performing like this easier on him, but he was only planning on doing it until he was used to performing regularly because it felt too much like cheating.

He sang two sets and felt like he had eaten sandpaper afterward. Normally he only would do one set and maybe an encore if he was up to it. The crowd tonight had been very receptive so he found himself going longer than he should have. He packed up and made his way back to the bar to order something to soothe his throat. Richard hadn’t even put his hand up to flag the bartender when a drink was set in front of him. He looked to his left where the drink had come from to find the ‘knight’ from earlier. He looked a little more sober now. “Thank you?” Richard questioned, “Might I ask what this is for?” “You performance mostly.” The man responded as he settled into the seat beside Richard, “We don’t normally get musicians like you around these parts.” Richard swallowed thickly, it hurt his throat but he needed a moment. Had he screwed up? Did this man know? He took a breath and schooled his expression, “Care to explain what you mean?” “Magic users.” The man clarified, “You lot normally stick to the nobles, they pay better than taverns. So I suppose I’m just curious as to what would bring you to a place like this.”

Richard felt all of the tension melt from his body and he smiled, “I wanted to see more of the world.” He said honestly, “Playing for the same crowds every few weeks paid well, but by doing this I can write my own songs.” “There’s no one you have to worry about pissing off.” The stranger supplied, “That has to be nice.” “It is.” Richard agreed. He used magic to check his drink for poison before he tried it, “Could I ask your name?” “Most people just call me Reed.” He replied, “Got something I can call you?” “Nines.” He replied, and then turned his head away to cough, “Forgive me, I sang more than normal this evening and my throat isn’t too pleased with me.” Reed seemed to understand. He continued to keep him company and told tales of his travels. Richard was relatively certain he was exaggerating quite a few details. Reed seemed delighted when he asked if it would be alright to use some of his misadventures in his songs. They parted ways reluctantly when Richard found himself struggling to keep his eyes open. When he reached his room and settled in for the night he hoped he would cross paths with Reed again soon. To maybe have an adventure like his someday.

Winter was creeping its way along the coast and Richard had gained a bit of a reputation as a travelling musician. He had been gone for nearly a year when he heard more whispers. It seemed as though House Arkait was finally starting to crumble. Secrets had found their way into the open and people were beginning to demand answers. He would hate to be the acting head of house right about now. She was little more than an advisor, but she had been pulling the strings for as long as Richard had been alive, if not longer. He felt no guilt in leaving her head on the chopping block since she had all but been orchestrating things. Just like before, he took steps to keep his head down. He would watch as the House of Lies fell, not too unlike one made of cards. When this was over he would at last be free to become whatever he wished. To carve out his place in a world he had only gotten to watch through a window.

#Music and Magic among Knights and Thieves #MMKTAU #fantasy au #reed900 #dbh gavin #dbh nines #dbh fic #dbh

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emilyplaysotome · 3 years

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Queen's Choice - Part 5

This is the fifth chapter to a multi-part smutty fic with the MLQC boys.

Catch up:

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

He’s up before I am, but I’m not surprised. I wake to the smell of coffee and breakfast, and my stomach lets out a growl. I usually do without or pick something up on the way to the office, but I can’t pass up his cooking.

I’m surprised at how sore I am from the previous night’s activities and my cheeks burn as I think about everything that transpired.

I think about what it felt like to be under him and on top of him and how despite what we did I still want more.

I wonder when I got so greedy and I also realize I only have a week of having my cake and eating it too before I have to start making hard decisions, so I do my best to push down the unpleasant thoughts and focus on the man in my kitchen.

As I’m getting ready, my phone lights up with a notification from Kiro.

“It's just that I'm...back in town! You doing anything tonight?”

I can still smell Victor on me and it feels almost wrong to reply, but I do.

“Nada! Want to hang?”

“Something like that 😈 - I have a concert tonight and got you a VIP pass. I want you in the front row”

“…And I have a surprise for you before.”

“Oooh! A surprise. Like candy?” I type back with a grin.

“Something a bit spicier…”

With that he sends me the address with a time and I open the door to see Victor enjoying coffee and a plate of eggs with toast waiting for me.

“Good morning sleeping dummy. I thought I’d be off on my work trip before you even woke up. So glad you could join me.”

He’s laying it on thick, but we kiss good morning as if we’ve been together for years. It’s just a peck on the lips but it makes this all feel very domestic and I take my seat next to him before digging in.

The food is amazing, which isn’t a surprise.

Victor smiles as he watches me eat with gusto and even though we’ve done this kind of thing before, having followed what we did last night it feels more intimate. There’s a moment where I look at him and smile and realize that the pendulum to my clock has stopped moving and I realize that he’s frozen us in this moment.

“I need to leave,” he explains, gently wiping some crumbs from my mouth. “But I don’t want to quite yet.”

It’s romantic and sweeter than I’m used to him being.

I feel myself swooning a bit and I take a gulp of the juice next the coffee he’s made and kiss him. A real kiss where I hope I taste like OJ and everything sweet instead of the savory breakfast he’s made for me. I can feel it starting to escalate but he gently pushes me away and says, “I need to go.”

“When do I get to see you again?” I ask before I can stop myself.

“I’ll be away on business. I’ll write when I’m back.”

I nod but am reminded of how important Victor is.

How unavailable he is at times.

He must see this and he kisses me gently again and says, ”I trust you’ll keep yourself occupied so you won’t miss me too much, yes?”

I nod, guiltily thinking about the fact I’ve already made myself plans with another man and that after signing the contract I thought about how I could see the others before time ran out for one of them. I don’t know if he sees through me, but he kisses my forehead and tells me to be a good girl while he’s away before putting on his jacket.

When he’s at the door he looks at me with a naughty smirk and says, “When I’m back we can live out your fantasy in my office. Until then I look forward to hearing what you dream up next in your bed about me.”

I feel myself go bright red and yell, “Have a good trip!” and hear the sound of his low laughter and the click of the door before I’m left alone with my breakfast and thoughts.

I think about how easy it’s been to float between four men and how they all come and go in a way that makes me question if any of them could be present in the way I want.

In the way my perfect one would be.

—

I forget about my worries and get lost in work, planning our next episode of Miracle Finder with Anna. We budget and make phone calls and laugh about challenging production experiences and before I know it the day is gone and it’s time to hit the gym.

I change into my clothes and I catch a small mark on my breast. I question who it’s from and why I don’t feel more satiated.

I had thought that by being with each of them, I would have some clarity but if anything I feel it has muddied things. I wonder if I need to try again. Or until Victor’s contract forces my hand.

It’s then that I shower him off of me and I feel a pang of melancholy.

I’m surprised by the fact that I liked having him on me but I’m about to meet Kiro and that feels like a personal line I don’t want to cross.

—

The security at the venue is insane and I question if I’ll be able to make it back to the green room where Kiro instructed me to meet him. It’s only by chance that I run into Savin by the entrance and he escorts me through the labyrinth-like backstage, dropping me at the door before running off to take care of something else.

I knock and hear a cheerful voice inviting me in. I open it and enter, seeing Kiro in all his pop star glory, styled to the max but reclining on the couch, Nintendo switch in hand.

“Miss Chips you made it!”

“I did.”

He throws the switch aside and jumps up to greet me, giving me a deep kiss before evaluating my appearance.

“So cute. I don’t know how I’m going to stay focused on the concert with you up front looking like this…not to mention what I’ve planned for us.”

“For us?”

I can’t help but giggle as he gives me a little twirl before running off to get the surprise he’d mentioned but that I’d already forgotten about. It’s a box that gives few clues about its contents, and I open it and discover what looks like a sexy underwear set.

“Put it on.”

“Now? But…”

“Now. It’s locked, no one will come in.”

There’s an impish look I haven’t seen before and I obey, surprised that he runs over and turns his attention to his laptop instead of on my naked form. I can feel that there’s something…in this underwear, pressed up against my most sensitive spot and I don’t quite understand until I’m in it and he’s looking at me with a smile.

“I made this just for you,” he says with a smile.

“Made it?”

“Programmed it for your pleasure tonight…”

He starts to sing a soft melody that I recognize as his song “Key to your Heart” and the moment his voice hits the word “Key” I feel a vibration that’s subtle enough to go unnoticed by someone next to me but present enough to trigger a moan out of me.

His eyes are glued to me and he gets up and reaches out to gently touch my face before running his hand down lower to play with my breast the way he did when we were in the shower.

“Clever isn’t it?”

I realize that the word “Key” activates the mechanism, and knowing that I alone know his secret alter ego, I desperately try to regain my composure and say, “It’s a nice touch. How do I stop it?”

“I love you Kiro.”

“What?”

“Say it.”

I pause and he smirks and sings, “The KEY to your love…” and the intensity of the vibration increases.

I moan, “I love you Kiro” louder than I expect and the vibration stops.

He laughs and kisses me.

“Anyone else will think you’re just a fan, but I’ll know what’s happening.”

“I didn’t realize you played dirty.”

“I play to win…always.”

I can tell he’s serious and his gaze has an intensity it usually lacks. He doesn’t feel like the jovial, playful boy that I spent the past couple years with. He suddenly feels more mature and I find myself wanting his touch before the concert, but Savin’s knock interrupts us.

“Be right there!” He yells back, switching into his sweetheart persona.

“5 minutes,” Savin says from behind the closed door.

“Got it. I’ll see you backstage.”

Savin grunts in reply and it feels like my heart is the only one that’s racing.

“We’ll finish what we’ve started after the concert,” Kiro says, slipping a VIP lanyard around my neck. “See you here after the encore.”

He doesn’t touch me, even though I’m riled up and I have no choice but to find my place in the crowd for his concert. When it starts I realize he’s only a few feet above me and while he does his typical amazing performance, I can feel him watching me through most of it.

He insists on saying the secret phrase more than usual, and I do my best to keep my composure in the crowd, too embarrassed to shout “I love you Kiro” as often as he says “Key”. The girls around me all squeal when he looks our way, which is often, and I struggle not to let his toy get the better of me.

I can tell he’s getting riled up too, watching me from the stage, because his eyes turn gold and he lets everyone know that the encore is coming early tonight. None of them care, especially not me, and within 20 minutes of the last song I’m back in the green room being bent over a couch that has seen years of this kind of behavior.

My clothes are still on but the underwear he gifted me is down around my ankles and he makes lewd comments as to how his toy has made it easy to have me. I’m almost embarrassed by my own wetness but he continues to moan filthy commentary as he fucks me which is far filthier than I ever expected him capable.

I realize that neither one of us were as sweet as we pretended to be with the other.

He flips me over and lifts me in a princess carry for a moment before laying me down on the couch. He spreads my legs in a way where I'm half laying, half sitting, exposed on the very edge to him and he enters me again. He nips at my neck, and lightly pinches my breast, toying with me, teasing me like he did all night and once again there’s a knock from Savin.

“Kiro - you’ve got a meet and greet in 15.”

He smirks but doesn’t stop.

“But I’ve got 15?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s all the time I need. Thanks Savin.”

I cover my mouth as to not alert his manager to what’s actually happening behind the door as he ups the intensity of his movement. He has full control over me and my pleasure and much to my excitement (as well as my disappointment), Kiro keeps his promise to Savin.

—

We say goodbye a few minutes before the meet and greet, drenched in our own sweat and fluids but riding some endorphin high from the night.

He doesn’t mince his words this time.

“You know I’m in love with you right?”

“I…”

“And you know I play to win, right?”

I nod.

“Then I’ll be seeing you soon."

I watch him pause at the door before he looks back and adds, "Sooner than anyone else if I have to.”

“But what about your world tour?”

Savin knocks from beyond the door, but doesn’t want to leave this time.

“Kiro come on. Chop chop. I promised my wife I’d be home to put the kids to bed tonight, let’s go.”

I don’t know why, but I hide when he exits so it seems as if Kiro was in the green room alone before I compose myself to head home. I pass girls wearing t-shirts with Kiro’s face plastered all over them and I think about what we just did.

I think about how he’s off to meet fans, covered in me just as I am covered in him.

I think about what he said and how they all basically said it.

How I keep being asked to choose.

I still don’t want to choose.

It feels like a helpless situation, being pulled in all directions. I approach an intersection and looking at the traffic light, a lightbulb goes off in my head. I stop where I am on the sidewalk to send the exact same text to all four of them.

“Can I see you on Saturday?”

I have no idea what it is that they'll say, but on the small chance that this goes the way I think it might, I might have found a catch. I smile to myself, no longer feeling as conflicted and walk to pick up some dessert to enjoy when I'm home.

Cake perhaps.

It seems fitting for an occasion where having cake and eating it too applies to more than just sweet nothings...

Part 6

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omgkalyppso · 3 years

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It's 1 AM — happy belated birthday Owain! I wrote some owainigo / laslodin ? Intended as being able to be read as an S support for Laslow and Odin. Written to recognize Inigo as bisexual and polyamorous and Owain as a trans man. Vague about Owain's sexuality because he currently has his sights on Inigo only.

It had been a long time since Laslow had felt like dancing; even recently, he’d wondered if he’d ever want to again, when they’d fallen into Valla and all hope had seemed lost. Yet when Xander had ordered he and Peri enjoy themselves this eve, he’d had a week for his dancer’s garb to be refitted — the clothes he’d arrived in — now matching a soldier’s girth and shoulders. He was not the spritely lad of years past, and wondered whether he looked like a fool.

In the least, the steps were as familiar as breathing, and the melody of the drums was known to his heart, even if the tune wasn’t the same.

His mother — his birth mother, whom he’d only known for such a short time, so much of her dancing was made for battle: relief in victory, love in anticipation, heart in loss. She remembered music of happier times, but those dances hadn’t translated into his tiny feet, so used to the sound of war drums.

He found his dancing riled the spirits of some, who watched or tapped a foot, mimicking a step or two, and Laslow felt further from them than he ever had before.

They were going home. He was going home.

This crowd would only be a memory.

He wondered where he would find himself: would it really be the world left in relative peace where Grima lay sleeping? Or would his intent send him spiraling far and away to the land of memory, nightmares and blight? Would Owain even wish to leave Nohr? It suited Odin Dark so naturally. He seemed happier as a mage, and through magic, his own and discovered, Owain had even managed to mold his chest into a form that brought him joy and comfort.

Inigo wondered whether Owain would hold any apprehension in sharing this version of himself with old friends and family.

Some would say Owain had no understanding of shame or embarrassment, but they’d never read his stories aloud, or seen him as a young bashful man who knew little and less of how to present himself. Still, Owain had grown, had carved himself and the world around him in ways that had secured their victories as of late.

Inigo knew that it was his own insecurities over returning that truly alarmed him.

Meanwhile Severa knew what she wanted. She always had. Her heart might be large enough to reserve pieces for all who showed her kindness and some manner of discipline, but she could never stay away from Morgan and her parents. Her home was known and waiting.

The song ended and he shared a soft laugh with his liege, a man whose trust and generosity he was on the cusp of betraying.

Public celebrations were a favorite of Owain’s. He had learned to handle a crowd, and could often find a group or three to regale with tales of victory, honor and suspense. There were jeers at times, but less when the people were joyous and relieved. Perhaps not all understood the challenges that had weighed upon their liege lords and borders, or their fabric of reality, but they knew strife, and wanted to believe it could be felled by a hero — why shouldn’t he be that.

He’d been shouting over the music for so long, that he’d nearly missed Elise’s voice marveling excitedly, “Hey! Did you know about this? He told me his dancing was a secret.”

While the Xander hushed his sister and they chittered on in silence, Odin Dark also fumbled in his tale, glancing, for a moment, to where Laslow spun daggered discs on his wrists. Owain might have trailed off entirely, and taken the time to watch as much of the performance as possible, whether to jeer or jest or compliment, but Odin had an audience, people who would think him missing or worse in the weeks to come, and so he dove back into an embellishment of the beasts they had defeated. He could watch Inigo dance again. He was sure of it.

The tents were relatively empty when the witching hour came to pass. The masses had retreated to the castles and campgrounds, manor houses and taverns where guests and guards were making due. A flutist was speaking with Laslow, a dancer by his side, correcting his posture, of all things. Owain sat on the edge of a fountain, and watched until his friend noticed, as Laslow turned away, red in his cheeks and upon his neck. He stopped their performance swiftly, seemingly assuring the dancer that he would remember to practice. It put a pinch in Owain’s brow, mournful that he’d spurred his friend toward another broken promise.

“You were watching then?” asked Laslow, spinning a ribbing at his side through his hoops so that they would lay at his hip, jingling.

“Even those whose ears I captivated with tales from the saga of Odin Dark, could look nowhere else!” He chuckled as Laslow sat by his side, shifting slightly, as the costume left little protection against the cool damp stone of the fountain. “If only you’d told me, we might have coordinated our performance!”

“I’d make a poor archrival then,” Laslow teased. “If I weren’t stealing your audience.” He stretched, and Odin watched how the bulge of his belly and triceps marked Laslow for his latest manner of fighting — reserved, sturdy, and strong. “And still, not one enraptured lady to request an encore, nor a single suitor to waylay my evening with a flower or three.”

“Only me,” Odin said mournfully, shaking his head.

“Only you,” Laslow agreed, smirking, and he saw how tired Owain was then, and hoped it was his performance, regaling the public with magic and mystery, but he knew it was the war, the ever present ones they’d fought through. He wondered if he would ever feel so comfortable as to compliment his friend, the growing wrinkles at his eyes, the stubble of his beard, the mouthwatering line of muscle revealed by his boastful outfit. He licked his lips. “My vexatious tormentor. Are you headed to sleep?”

Owain saw that the question had two answers. The first was an affirmative, though he would go to his room and stare at the ceiling, perhaps retreat to the library and spend his last few hours in this realm reading more and more of foreign magic as their time grew short. The second was a negative, and perhaps he and Laslow could find somewhere that drink still flowed, and they could pretend to lose themselves in tankards while he made a show of failing to find them dates and he either made a friend of the barman or annoyed him until they were both ejected into the night. However, something inside him overflowed, and Owain found himself seeking to fight the beasts of trepidation and consideration — perhaps he had already won, and it was their blood that had filled him with their ferocious candor as he asked, “Do you know I’m in love with you?”

Laslow’s eyes blinked wide, lashes casting a flickering shadow across his cheekbones.

“Owa—Odin,” he objected. “You can’t—” He huffed, frustrated, taking to his feet. “We fight against each other with every step.” He hid his eyes in his hands and then slowly adjusted his head as he admitted aloud, “I fight against commitment with every breath.”

“When do we not fight towards a common goal — against the forces of darkness, together?” Owain asked with a small smile, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the insides of his spread knees. “My confession need not change anything between us, it certainly doesn’t mean to change anything about you. My affection has grown even as you’ve found joy and rejection with your strings of lovers. And I’ve found that I can love you — that I do,” he swallowed, “love you. I’m saying it too much now.”

“There is nothing consistent in our lives,” Inigo said, sad and distressed. He wrapped his right arm around himself, squeezing at a shoulder, too muscled to feel right going back into his old life, too scarred to hope that wherever they found themselves in two days time that there would be the peace and family he’d hoped for. “I have gone days feeling as though everything around me is temporary, and others believing that this is what is real and it is me who doesn’t belong. We nearly failed. We—”

He hesitated as Owain stood before him, reaching out carefully to take hold of either of his elbows.

“We didn’t,” Owain said, calm and sure.

Time passed. Neither man could say how much. Patiently, Owain did not force an embrace, but he did rest his temple against Inigo’s, rocking his face towards him as he whispered, “And you’ve had some consistencies in your life. And me in mine.”

He waited longer, breathing deeply while his friend calmed in his arms, and then Inigo was lifting his left hand up to Owain’s hip and the mage smiled, letting his hands creep around the small of Inigo’s back, locking them together. “If I declared that I would dedicate my life to you, very little would change … and I think that’s very telling.”

“I feel good, with you,” Inigo murmured, tucking his face into the curve of Owain’s neck, “but my trysts don’t last and you—” he bit his lips, and as they rolled back into place he felt them pout against Owain’s skin, almost a kiss, “you’re too important for me to risk in a bout of bad behavior.”

Owain snickered. “Are you asking me to make sure you don’t grow bored? I think no matter what awaits us after tomorrow, I can promise it will be interesting.” He tossed his head back, and smiled wider as Inigo admired him; it was a wonderfully new feeling. “Do you think Odin Dark would settle for less? That the tale of the Avengers of Righteous Justice would end here?”

“Avengers?” Inigo repeated, pulling away from the embrace.

“I don’t forget my friends,” Owain assured him, but Inigo continued.

“And, really, I rather hoped that my tale might end. In some manner of the word… I want to rest. I want to feel the relief that these people felt, that our parents felt when their journey was over. To find a stage to dance upon, perhaps a student to apprentice while I’m still young enough to perform.”

“Then we will find it,” Owain said with conviction, his hands on Inigo’s shoulders. “A place where Selena can be a tired old general, or an extension of nobility, where our friends are close, and our families closer still, and where I study all the magic that has ever beset us with worry — that of gods, and dragons, and travel between realms—”

“Is this why you sought to be a mage?” Inigo balked, holding the dips at Owain’s elbows.

“All to keep us safe,” Owain said cryptically, blue eyes flickering with withheld words. “I will work tirelessly to make that peaceful realm you dream of, friend.”

“I can’t expect you to vanquish evil on your own,” Inigo said, a measure of wonder on his face. A puff of air passed his lips, joy and shock and hope twisting his lips first in a frown and then in a smile. “Very well then. Together, this time. We’ll start this tale together, as we’ve always been.”

“Then—?” Owain prompted, hopeful.

“Of course,” Inigo assured him, pulling himself into Owain’s space again, this time to plant a kiss on his warm lips. “I’ve loved you too. You need only look to your side — if you truly wish to take me as I am … then you will always find me here.”

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kyotakumrau · 3 years

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2021.06.05 DIR EN GREY SOGAI at Tokyo Garden Theater

01 DOZING GREEN - acoustic version

-Intro-

02 絶縁体・Zetsuentai

03 空谷の跫音・Kuukoku no kyouon

04 人間の被る・Ningen wo kaburu

05 Devote My Life

06 CLEVER SLEAZOID

07 DIFFERENT SENSE

08 赫・Aka

09 Ranunculus

-inward scream-

10 谿壑の欲・Keigaku no yoku

11 The World of Mercy

12 朧・Oboro

13 かすみ・kasumi

ENCORE

en14 Followers

en15 OBSCURE

en16 落ちた事のある空・Ochita koto

en17 Sustain The Untruth

en18 激しさと・Hageshisa

my report under the cut ↓

Today felt so weird at first. Getting ready it felt like I was going to another screening event, it took some time for it to sink in that today it's going to be different, that it's going to be an actual live concert. That they will be playing on the stage.

Even already waiting in my seat it still didn't feel real.

The venue, Garden Theater, is amazing. I was on the 2nd floor balcony B, so quite on the left (shimote), but the view was amazing. I mean it was not close to the stage, but the round shaped audience and steep steps between rows were designed really well. And I was lucky to be at the end of the row so I had a higher barrier to grab when headbanging. I made a proper use of it!!!! 😆

Around 4:45ish many of the venue staff came to hold the black curtain hiding the stage firmly, not leaving any chances we could have a peek?😅 Anyway, the walls, ceiling and curtain were all black with white 疎外 projected on it.

People were still coming in a bit past 5,

The PA table was ready but still relaxed. I had a quick look at the leaflets left for us at our seats. We were all sat separated with an empty seat even if you got 2 tickets together.

Finally at 5:13 the lights went off and the curtained opened. We were greeted by the sound of acoustic guitar first... three band members sat on chairs, Kaoru, Toshiya on the left and Die on the right, Kyo was standing, Shinya in the back on drums. The lights were quite dim with gentle spotlights on the members.

Acoustic DOZING GREEN. It was sush a magical start! It set the mood for 'no singing or shouting' policy. I loved this take so much🖤

And it finally felt real. A real live performance😭❤️

Btw there were so many cameras they definitely have plans to release the footage from tonight's show somehow, we should all just pray they will include all songs🙏

...and speaking of cameras, Shinya had a small camera riding around his drum set, from afar it looked like a model train set😂

After the acoustic song the staff quickly picked up the chairs to take them off the stage and the band members changed the instruments for the rest of the set.

In the background the intro for SOGAI was playing. I can remember a figure with their arms raised towards the sun or sky like in a prayer (the figure appeared later in one more video but I can't remember which song) and that DIR EN GREY 疎外 appeared as letters made of ice.

Kaoru had his hair slicked back, wearing dark/black clothes. Toshiya had the jacket with gold elements. Shinya white shirt and pink hair. Die had a long red jacket with a black spiraly pattern.

Kyo had very light blond hair and wore make up including two larger dots on his forehead, and a gold chain. He wore a jacket in the beginning, with a white shirt underneath. At first I thought he had a scarf but later on the front of his shirt and his chest was all red with (fake) blood so I think it was blood from the start.

We clapped when 疎外・SOGAI appeared on the screen and as they were to start. There was movement in the audience from Zetsuentai, we could wave our hands, headbang and so on, but it was so different not being able to sing and shout... but Toshiya definitely was doing great with all the back vocals and shouts that were usually done by us...I don't remember hearing him so clearly until today😆

Kuukoku followed and we listened.

After a short break when the four standing band members waited turned came Ningen wo Kaburu and a change of mood. We did great staying quiet but still staying active during the song.

The clapping between songs was fierce and often!

And OMFG the start of Devote! I gasped when the screen showed a gold Tokyo Olympics logo! But then the footage started to show the logo melting, multitude of gold coins, running in a race giant gold babies (like a disturbing image of a baby that seems like an adult made of gold) who then started to march like an army and held firearms, fighting, terrorizing, and then coins again and the gold Olympics logo again and it kept changing. And "価値が欲しい/ 生きる価値が欲しい / 残酷なお前が・I want to have a worth / for my life to have a worth / cruel you" had us all raising our fists. It was a very powerful performance. And then they followed that with CLEVER SLEAZOID. The setlist tonight was 💯👌

One of the videos had various scenes of war and fighting, even the dates 1941, 42, 43 and 44 with some descriptions under them, but they showed so many conflicts it was more as if to show that humans just keep fighting same wars over and over again...

Starting from Aka the mood changed again, they continued on the route to grab, tear and stab our hearts... was it all this time without hearing Kyo live or was it all this time for Kyo not singing live with dir... the raw emotions delivered cut really deep. The inward scream was just crying at first, gasping for breath, then Kyo stood up holding the mics wire, the mic bumped loudly against the stage and the crate, then Kyo returned to the crate and crouched on the top while he continued to cry. Keigaku tonight was one of the darkest performances of the song I've heard. And Kyo changed the lyrics at least partially in the beginning, at first was something about a birth? (I want the footage from tonight so bad)

The World of Mercy was just... so miserable. So unhappy. And by this time I had no doubts about the red on Kyo's shirt.

For Oboro they used the footage from the pv in the back and red lasers on the stage as well. In the beginning there was only one set on Kyo, who stood with his arms raised as in wanting to grab the red lines. Two more red laser sets were added to the sides, one on Die and other on Kaoru and Toshiya. They looked like lava or fire at times, especially when catching on things. Oboro was amazing live, it's such a strong song to pull us from where the World of Mercy has left us a moment before.

Also, Kyo's stand was updated with Oboro theme: the stand itself is quite plain but there's a big bloody pregnant belly with legs bend at its sides under the crate... it looks quite grotesque, like being tucked under a staircase or ...under the tatami.

They closed the main set with Kasumi. It was so wonderful to have Oboro and Kasumi back to back.

And then we clapped and clapped and clapped until they came back.

We got very powerful encore as well. To me Followers was to help us pick up the heart pieces and put it back together. And then the other 4 songs were to pump us with the energy. The headbanging, the ...hand-scream-pumps! And they all kept asking for more! All four of them started to walk to the other sides of the stage, coming to the edge of the stage. Ochita is a mighty song, we can respond so much now, I can only imagine what it will become in the future!!

The energy got so overwhelming, the energy we couldn't shout out, I couldn't help but start crying as we were still headbanging and raising and waving our hands.

Before Hageshisa Kyo kept shouting 'last song! Last song!! LAST one' and hitting the mic on his chest. We went mad.

They couldn't throw anything like they used to, but I think they stayed a bit longer on the stage because of that. They all had a good look at the audience before they left, Kyo first, waving us goodbye as he jumped down from his stand. I kept clapping and the rest of band members left one by one, Shinya, Toshiya, Die and then Kaoru last. Kaoru took a pick from his stand and saluted us as he was leaving. But I was crying too much at this point to notice more.

It was incredible.

It was like noticing what was missing when your life gradually started to grow dull but it happened so slowly you haven't realized it was happening. That energy, just, woah.

And then they announced the autumn tour! The video showed a dirty, polluted river and a boat with people in safety suits on it. And then the title came up and dates.

Desperate. So accurate.

#dir en grey #tokyo garden theater #疎外 #sogai #setlist #attempt at live report

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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 3 years

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mad woman

part of my folklore series

Summary: Kurt is concerned that Santana has lost her voice; Blaine helps her get it back.

Notes: I really feel that this song embodies Santana. I can’t explain it but it just reminds me so much of her. HAPPY 1 YEAR OF FOLKLORE!!!!!

AO3

Anytime he heard Santana singing in the shower, Kurt wondered why she gave up performing. Sure, she had the Spotlight Diner shifts but she was seldom a soloist. More likely, Santana opted to be backup vocals unless she was feuding with Rachel that day. It was like glee all over again. Her voice silenced or drowned out by the attention seekers. She didn’t fight for it as she had during her short-lived time as a member of the Treble Tones. Hell, she wasn’t into the music as much as Elliott and Dani were when One Tree Hill had been a quintet.

Kurt was worried about her. Though she’d deny it, Santana loved to sing. She needed glee just as much as the rest of them. The problem was since she moved to New York it was like she lost her voice.

He remembers feeling like that when he first arrived. Without NYADA, Kurt was another drop in the huge sea of city folk. No longer did he stand out for his bold fashion choices or being gay. Here, the things that once made him eccentric were just another thing people tried to ignore as they went about their days. No one in the city had time to pick on or compliment a newcomer from a small town in Ohio.

At first, Kurt liked it because the fear of being beaten for being himself had completely vanished within a few weeks of moving. That was all behind him. Way back in Lima. After a few months, the novelty wore off. He actually started to miss the stares from his classmates at McKinley High.

He hated to admit it but Rachel may have been right when she said they were similar. Sometimes, Kurt felt like Tinkerbell too. He needed applause to live. Craved the attention. Then, he got it at the Winter Showcase. Madame Tibideaux handed the limelight to him on a silver platter. The entirety of the NYADA staff got to hear him sing.

Of course, he could’ve thrown up because he was so nervous and completely unprepared. Yet, it had been exhilarating. That rush of being on stage with a captive audience. Combined with his attendance to NYADA being on the line, Kurt hadn’t felt this energized since he last saw Blaine in person.

None of that seemed to faze Santana Lopez.

Honestly, after pulling her into the band and having her quit, recommending the evening dance classes at NYADA, and taking her out to Callbacks on weekends, Kurt was out of ideas. She refused to get on stage. But he saw that small smile on her face when she hummed under her breath when she thought no one was listening. No matter how vehemently she denied it, she missed singing. So, Kurt called Blaine.

“I don’t know, Kurt, it’s kinda hard to help when I’m not seeing the situation for myself.” Blaine sighs, likely bummed he can’t solve this.

Kurt practically saw him pouting through the phone. Thank god, they weren’t on Skype. He hated seeing his boyfriend looking so defeated when he wasn’t there in person to kiss the top of his head.

Blaine had become the self-proclaimed advice-giver of the New Directions since he transferred.

He helped Mike Chang fix his relationship with Tina when they had a week-long fight about only eating at Asian restaurants on their date nights. Tina had been pissed. No simple apology was going to cut it. Blaine single-handedly compiled a list of Tina’s favorite places to eat and added a few of his personal favorite date night places.

When Finn would forget special dates and Rachel got fussy about how Finn never uses the couple calendars she made for them, Blaine stepped in and helped him set up a reminder alert on his phone.

And there was that whole fiasco about Miss Pillsbury not-so-subtly hinting that she wanted to get engaged. Blaine was able to straighten Mr. Schue out pretty quickly that day. For the life of him, that man didn’t understand why Miss Pillsbury was acting so weird.

“You don’t have to be so roundabout, you know?” Kurt told him.

“Huh.” Playing dumb, typical.

“Just come up to the city, Blaine,” he said. “I know you want to ask.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, boyfriend of mine,” Blaine huffed. “I have zero ulterior motives while being completely unhelpful to your current predicament.”

“Uh-huh, I’m sure that’s the case. I’ll see you next week.”

“Unless Cooper can find an earlier flight!” Blaine exclaimed.

He had been using up the countless number of frequent flyer miles his older brother had racked up to make weekend trips to New York. After Cooper discovered their long-distance relationship (likely after one too many late-night calls from Blaine missing his boyfriend), he offered them to Blaine.

Blaine arrived the following Friday. McKinley had some teacher’s day so Blaine was able to hop on a morning flight. He was waiting in the loft when Kurt finished classes for the day.

“Okay, we’re going to Callbacks tonight,” Kurt said, removing his coat.

“Hello to you too,” Blaine replied, standing up from the sofa. “How are you, Blaine? How was the flight, Blaine? I missed you so much, Blaine.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and ignored his boyfriend.

“This isn’t about you, Blaine,” he said, “it’s about Santana.”

“Wow, Blaine, you look great! Aren’t those my yellow pants you’re borrowing?” Blaine crossed his arms.

“Hey!” Kurt exclaimed. “Those are my pants!”

“Yeah.” Blaine blushed. “I rolled them so they’d fit better.”

Kurt marched over to him and knocked him onto the couch. “You look hot in my clothes.”

“I look better out of them.”

Instead of verbally agreeing, Kurt unbuttoned his yellow pants. Blaine was quick to keep up removing his own shirt and attempting to pull off Kurt’s as well. However, Blaine was sitting on the couch and Kurt was kneeling between his legs. It was proving to be rather difficult a task.

“Kurt…” Blaine groaned, “come up here with me.”

“I can’t very well do what I want up there, Blaine.”

He sat up straighter. “Is this payment for not properly greeting me because I’ll take a blowjob over ‘how do you do’ any day?”

Kurt pressed his face into Blaine’s naked thigh. “So long as you aren’t accepting blowjobs from anyone but me.”

“No, I would…” Kurt licked around Blaine’s hip. “Never.”

Within seconds, Blaine’s head was fully tipped over the back of the couch and the only thing coming from his mouth were moans. He couldn’t even force the word ‘Kurt’ from his lips. When Kurt finally gave in and decided Blaine had received efficient teasing, he sucked at the tip until Blaine screamed his name.

They were quick to clean up their mess afterward, unsure of when the girls would be home. It was one thing to have sex in the living room, it was a whole other to get caught. Though, Kurt figured Rachel owned him after Brody paraded around naked for the few months they dated.

“Okay, now that we’ve defiled Santana’s bed, can we focus on helping her?”

“Step one, don’t tell her about this,” Blaine suggested.

Kurt slapped Blaine’s chest.

“Ow.”

“Be helpful. You said if you were in New York, you’d be able to help better. So do it.”

“FIne,” Blaine replied, “no Callbacks. I have a better idea.”

Turns out that idea was a speciality club night of Alternative Tunes.

“It’s open mic. There’s gonna be singers, poets, magicians, and I heard their harpist is opening tonight,” Blaine explained, as they waited in line.

“Is that why she brought your violin?” Rachel questioned.

“Yup!” Blaine held up his black case. “I haven’t played to an audience of more than one in a while.”

Kurt smiled at him. He loved when Blaine performed just for him almost as much as he enjoyed watching Blaine in front of an audience. Something about his face just lit up on stage. The same way Santana’s did in front of a microphone.

“As much as I love talking about violins…” She rolled her eyes, “is there alcohol at this place?” Santana asked, “because that’s like 90% the point of going out.”

“Yes, there’s alcohol,” Kurt confirmed.

He told Blaine they’d need at least two drinks into Santana before they brought up performing to her. Which proved true. After nursing two long island ice teas, Santana was finally talking to Blaine about being on stage. He hadn’t gone up yet and she was teasing him.

“Come on, you brought your own instrument and everything,” she said. “Give us a show and tell.”

With that, Blaine stood up and walked to the stage. No one was in line so he went right up after the juggler finished. He tapped the microphone and introduced himself.

“I’d like to dedicate this first one to my boyfriend.”

He mouthed an “I love you” towards Kurt, who blew a kiss back.

Then, he was lost in the strings. The next song he did was for Santana. Blaine didn’t announce it or anything but he watched her face when he could during the progression of the song. When he finished his set, Blaine thanked the audience. Kurt whistled and clapped, Rachel was jumping up and down while screaming for an encore, and when Blaine was back at the table Santana offered to buy him a drink.

Without Kurt even realizing it, the next performer on stage was Santana. Just her. She didn’t introduce herself as Blaine did, the piano music just started to play and then she was singing.

“What do you sing on your drive home?

Do you see my face in the neighbor's lawn?

Does she smile?

Or does she mouth, ‘Fuck you forever’?”

Kurt couldn’t say why exactly but the song suited her well. Santana was always one to command an audience when she soloed. Soft instrumental with harsher lyrics was always her style.

While Santana had the audience and Kurt captivated, Blaine bounced back over to their table. He had two drinks in his hand.

“For you,” he said, passing Kurt a mojito.

In return, Kurt pecked his check. He really was so lucky. Then, his full attention went back to the stage.

“Every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy

What about that?

And when you say I seem angry, I get more angry

And there's nothing like a mad woman

What a shame she went mad

No one likes a mad woman

You made her like that”

As Santana finished her song, Kurt and Rachel turned to Blaine, who was positively beaming. He’d done exactly what he had told Kurt he could do.

“How?” Rachel asked.

“I’m a smooth talker,” Blaine said with a smirk.

Kurt rolled his eyes.

If anything, his boyfriend was a clumsy mess. Romantic and adorable? Yes. Tripped over his words? Constantly.

“Come on, Blaine, give it up,” Kurt said.

“Magicians never reveal their secrets.”

Rachel huffed. She had a glint in her eyes suggesting she wasn’t giving up. Rachel rarely did when she really wanted something. Kurt had a theory that she could pester anyone enough to get what she wanted. Example A, a ticket to NYADA by tracking down the head of admissions and inviting her to Chicago to watch a show choir competition.

Before Kurt could tell Rachel to drop it, Santana returned. She had a new drink in her hand.

“Compliments of the lady in red,” she told them.

“Excellent song choice,” Kurt said.

“Blaine’s idea.” she shrugged, sipping her drink.

Blaine was still beaming.

“It’s perfect for her, isn’t it?” Blaine replied, “When I first heard it I knew I had to hear Santana do a cover of it.”

Santana winked at him from across the table.

“What is going on with you two?” Rachel asked. “The devil incarnate and the sun from teletubbies should not get along this well.”

Santana shrugged. “He’s besties with Britt.”

“It’s true.” Blaine nodded. “She even called us the Sunshine Twins.”

Kurt’s eyes drift to Blaine’s—his—yellow pants. “Yeah, that fits.”

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