mostly smut, some of them are quite kinky-ish, just check the individual chapter warnings. the first ones are probably bad, they're older.
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Berlin was cold. Cold, cold, cold. He's been so fucking cold all day. The band had a show tonight, but they got there early to set up and everything. Alex felt bad for the few people that were lining up outside because he was still cold even inside the venue. He didn't even want to think about going out.
He didn't know if it had to do with his nerves too or what, but he couldn't stop shivering. It was so bad that their manager asked him if he was okay. Was he? Yeah...Yeah, he was. It was only their first gig ever in Germany. No big deal.
Nope. Who was he kidding, he was freaking out. He always got nervous before shows but especially in different countries where he couldn't even understand what people were saying. He did pick up a bit of German from his mum, but it proved to be completely useless. He still didn't understand shit.
"Mate, you alright?" Matt asked, concern lacing his voice as he looked for his drumsticks.
"Yeah, just freezing my arse off." Alex replied, trying to laugh it off, but it came out shaky.
"He'll be fine once we get up there." Jamie chimed in, adjusting his guitar strap. "You know he always gets like this before a big show."
Nick walked over, offering him a bottle of beer. "Drink this. It'll warm you up. And stop worrying, the crowd's here to see us."
Alex took the drink, grateful for the gesture, but it did little to calm his nerves. He glanced out from the wings, the crowd already buzzing with anticipation. So many people. He still hadn't gotten used to it.
The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. The stage lights flickered on, casting an eerie glow over the instruments. The noise from the crowd grew louder, crashing against the walls of the venue.
"Showtime, boys." their manager called, giving them a thumbs-up.
As Alex stepped on stage, the cold seemed to dissipate, replaced by a different kind of feeling. It was as if a switch had been turned on in his body, making him sweat and feel like he was burning. The roar of the crowd hit him and he felt like he was drowning. God, stop it Alex, you're so dramatic, he thought to himself.
He grabbed the mic, looking out at the sea of faces. "Hello, Berlin!" he shouted, his voice surprisingly steady despite all his nervousness. The crowd erupted.
The first chords of the song rang out, and the energy was electric. Alex could feel the connection between him and the audience, a pulsing thread between them. It didn't matter that he didn't understand their language anymore.
As they launched into the next song, Alex caught sight of a girl in the front row. She mouthed the words along with him. But this girl wasn't just any fan. He'd seen her before, many times. She wasn't even close to just a stranger in the crowd. She'd been following them around on tour for a few weeks now, appearing in the front row at almost every show. She seemed to like him, always making sure to catch his eye during the performances, and he liked her too. Maybe it was the allure of him being in a band for her, but he didn't mind that as long as he knew he had someone he could have a little fun with after the shows. And fun she was.
