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Just Like You

Luke Patterson X Reader

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Post Date: November 30th 2022

Post Time: 11:36 pm

Summary: Reader is Alex’s sister, but she also happens to be Luke’s best friend. She’s the person he always runs to for anything. so it doesn’t really come as a shock to anyone that she died alongside them. Reader also really hates shoes so it’s a huge shock to the boys when they find her hanging out around home in the one thing she really hates: shoes.

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Y/n’s Pov: {December 12th, 1995}

I stand off to the side of the stage by a table with my brother's and best friend’s towels in my hand. I wiggle my toes against the cold floor and smile at the soothing feeling. I hold my shoes with my socks stuffed in them and on my shoulder is my brother's fanny pack.

I lightly drop my shoes down to the ground before pulling the fanny pack around to my front to get out a piece of gum. The boys start playing Now or Never, making me smile as I watch them dance around. I watch as they play and I see Luke look down at my feet before chuckling and shaking his head, then starting to sing.

♪ Take off, last stop

Countdown 'til we blast open the top

Face first, full charge

Electric hammer to the heart ♪

I smile at the passion my brother and best friend have up on the stage. All the boys are sweating as they jump around and jam to the music. I continue to dance around and Luke keeps smiling when he looks at me, making my stomach flip every time.

♪ Clocks move forward

But we don't get older, no

Kept on climbing

'Til our stars collided

And all the times we fell behind

Were just the keys to paradise ♪

Luke sings and as they come up onto the next part the others join in on the verse. I stop dancing for a moment to watch as Luke finishes his line so passionately. I smile at him as I wiggle my toes a bit.

♪ Don't look down

'Cause we're still rising

Up right now

And even if we hit the ground ♪

They all end the last verse together and Luke sings the next part. He continues to smile at me like a lovesick puppy and I can’t help but do the same. I watch in awe as he sings like he’s singing to me and I find myself wishing he would be.

Being best friends with the guy you're in love with and one of your brother's best friends is hard. Alex of course knows how I feel, heck, he pegged me liking Luke even before I realized it. But he’d never in a million years spill my secrets.

♪ We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

But live it like it's now or never ♪

I blush lightly when Luke winks at me as he sings his heart out. He smirks when he sees my reaction, then goes back to singing and I wiggle my feet some more as they continue with the song.

♪ Hear the noise in my head

It's calling out like a voice I can't forget

One life, no regrets

Catch up, got no time to catch my breath ♪

Luke continues to look at me and I can’t help but to have an overwhelming feeling of love for him even though we are very much not a couple. I move over and take Alex’s fanny pack off my shoulder and grab my water off the stool I had set it on. As I move the floor is colder on my feet and I can’t help but smile as I wiggle my toes again.

♪ And clocks move faster

'Cause it's all we're after now, oh ♪

Luke finishes the last line and nods at Reggie for him to come sing with him. Reggie goes over to him and they sing together into the mic, facing each other and I smile even more.

♪ Won't stop climbing

'Cause this is our time, yeah ♪

Reggie and Luke sing the line together, then Luke smiles as he pushes Reggie back to his spot on the stage as he continues to sing into his mic alone. Luke turns and looks back at me with a huge grin. He shakes his head again, but never wavers in his singing.

♪ When all the days felt black and white

Those were the best shades of my life ♪

When Luke is done with the last line, they all come in to sing the next part and I sway with the song. If we were in the garage, I’d be full on rocking out, but we aren’t, so I dial my dancing down a bit.

♪ Don't look down

'Cause we're still rising

Up right now

And even if we hit the ground ♪

When they all finish, it goes back to Luke, who continues to have the most energy on the stage. I continue to lightly dance as my best friend and brother seem to push their passion on me.

♪ We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever ♪

After Luke sings his line, the guys come back in to sing with him again. Now I quietly sing along, still enjoying the coolness of the floor on my feet.

♪ But live it like it's now or never ♪

When they all finish singing, Alex takes his part and Reggie does the background parts. I smile as my brother seems to have found something that makes him happy, which makes me happy.

♪ We ain't searching for tomorrow (tomorrow)

'Cause we got all we need today (today) ♪

Once Alex and Reggie finish, Luke takes over singing again. I see Alex look at me briefly and I give him a thumbs up in encouragement with a huge grin. He smiles as he quickly gets back into it and I can’t help but smile proudly.

♪ Living on a feeling that's been running through our veins ♪

After Luke’s line, Reggie then takes over this time to sing his part. I smile as Reggie, who's normally more shy than the others, gladly sings his part without even an ounce of shyness.

♪ We're the revolution that's been singing in the rain ♪

After Reggie sings they all come in again, but this time they bring claps into the mix. I smile as I clap along to their beat while they sing.

♪ Don’t look down 'Cause we're still rising up right now and even if we hit the ground ♪

“They're good, yeah?” A girl comes up and starts to clean the table that I’m next to. I turn to her with a smile.

“Yeah, they really are. I'm proud to call the lead singer my best friend and the drummer my brother,” I say as we bop our heads to the very end of Now or Never.

“You're one lucky girl to have their music in your life everyday,” she says and I smile.

“Yeah, I am,” I say, turning back to watch the boys as I continue to dance lightly to the song.

“Let me guess… don’t like shoes?” she asks as she points down to my feet while moving to a new table.

“Yeah. I just don’t really like the construction of them…” I admit as I look down at my own shoeless feet.

“My sister used to be the same. Then she started having to wear them more for pilates… that new workout thing…?” she explains before trailing off and I nod.

“Yeah I’ve heard of it,” I tell her and she nods.

“Well when she started that, she started wearing more workout shoes and now she loves them,” she continues to explain and I smile at her.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be one to wear shoes. My mom tells me she’d put me in some when I was little and then not even two seconds later, Alex or Luke would be telling her I took them off,” I explain with a giggle and she giggles too.

“Well that sounds like you definitely love being shoeless,” she comments and I nod in agreement.

“Oh I definitely do,” I tell her and she grins before going back to whatever she was doing beforehand.

♪ We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

But live it like it's now or never

It's now or never (now or never) ♪

Just as we finish our conversation, the boys are finishing up and I smile as they all pat each other’s back. They stay on the stage, basking in the feeling, then they talk for a minute before coming down to where I’m standing.

“Hey, sweetheart. What'd you think? Wasn’t that awesome?!” Luke uses the nickname he’s always had for me, but I can’t help but wish it was in a different way.

In all his sweaty glory, he comes over to hug me from behind. I squeal before giggling, nodding as he lets go of the hug and grabs his towel from my shoulder.

“Yeah, hon, it was electric,” I agree with him as I use my pet name for him and smile when Alex puts his arm over my shoulder.

“I was on fire, sis!” he exclaims and I smile.

“Yes you were, Lex!” I concur with a nod before giving my brother a kiss on the cheek.

“Anyway sweetheart, we’re going to get street dogs to celebrate. You gonna come?” Luke asks as he now replaces Alex's arm with his.

“Yeah, I think I will,” I reply and Luke smiles before giving my cheek a kiss. I push back the thought that I wish that could be a kiss on the lips.

“Well if you’re coming, you should put your shoes back on,” Alex tells me as he bends down to pick up my shoes.

“Do I have too?!” I whine out like a five year old, making both Luke and Alex laugh.

“Yes, sweetheart. You have to. I promise you can take them off as soon as we get to the alley,” Luke tells me and I grin at him.

“Ok. I guess I can,” I reluctantly agree as Alex hands me my shoes, rolling his eyes before giving me the ‘we are so talking about this later’ look.

“I’ll put them back on here in a minute,” I assure them and they both nod before Alex grabs his fanny pack along with my water.

“Hey! Bobby, where are you going?!” Luke asks as we watch Bobby go up to the girl I talked to earlier.

“I’m good,” he replies, turning back to Luke for a moment with a shrug before he goes back to the girl with all of us now following.

“Vegetarian. I could never hurt an animal,” Bobby boasts as he tries to flirt with the poor girl.

We all come up next to him and Luke puts his other arm up onto Bobby’s shoulder. He holds my hand with his other hand, something we’ve just always done platonically. Reggie stands next to me with an arm on Alex’s shoulder as Alex is on the other side of him.

“You guys are really good,” the girl praises them and smiles at the boys.

“Thank you,” Luke sheepishly says with a big smile on his face.

“I see lots of bands. Been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it,” she emphasizes as she looks at us.

“That’s what we do this for. I’m Luke, by the way,” Luke continues to flirt with her and my stomach twists with jealousy.

But then Luke squeezes my hand and I smile at the fact that it’s for no reason but to let me know he loves me. We’ve always done that when one of us seems to be upset, just as a sign of ‘I’m here, you’re ok,’ to calm the other. It’s our way of saying we love one another without having to say it, always has been and always will be. Again, Alex gives me a look and I shrug, making him roll his eyes.

“Hi, I’m Reggie,” Reggie introduces himself in a flustered tone.

“Alex,” Alex chimes in, putting a hand up in a wave.

“Y/n.. nice to meet you,” I interject with a sweet smile as I lift my hand and give a small wave like my brother did.

“Bobby,” Bobby chirps as he pushes Luke behind him a bit.

“I’m Rose. Nice meeting you guys,” the girl says amusedly, and smiles a beautiful smile.

Luke then gives Bobby a wet willie and I giggle lightly when he does. I then hold a shoe out to Alex and he nods as he takes my left shoe to hold it for me. With my right shoe I take my sock out and Alex takes the right one as well.

I bend down and Luke keeps a hold on my arm to balance me. I smile up at him in thanks, then finish putting my socks and shoes on.

“Oh, uh, here’s our demo. And a tee shirt, size beautiful,” Reggie croons, now flirting as well and I roll my eyes as I stand up right again.

“Thanks. I’ll be sure not to wipe down the tables with this one,” she jokes as she holds it up to herself before she throws it over her shoulder.

“Oh, good call! Whenever they get wet, they kinda just fall apart in your hands,” Alex informs her and I smirk at him as he bashfully looks away.

“Don’t you guys have to go get hot dogs?” Bobby asks as he tries to get us all to leave so he can be with Rose.

“Yeah. He had a hamburger for lunch,” Luke informs Rose as he pushes Bobby back so he can talk to Rose. He then pushes off the table with his hands and grabs my hand again before leaving.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Luke exclaims and Reggie giggles as we all walk out the back door of the Orpheum.

“The smell of sunset boulevard?” Alex asks and I snort as I start to giggle before groaning.

“The shoes?” Alex asks me and I nod.

“No. It’s what that girl said in there tonight,” Luke explains as he swings our hands back and forth and kicks the puddle that’s in front of us.

“About our music, right? It’s like an energy. It connects us with people,” he elaborates and I smile even though in my mind I’m only wanting to take my shoes off.

“I mean, he’s got a point Lex, that’s what connected me and Luke,” I agree and Luke smiles, pulling me in so I’m against his side with his arm around my shoulders.

“She’s not wrong, man, but they can feel us when we play. I want that connection with everybody,” Luke bursts happily and pulls the boys into our little huddle as well.

“Then we’re gonna need more t-shirts,” Reggie jokes as he holds up one of the sunset curve shirts I helped them make a couple weeks ago and the rest of us laugh.

“Let’s go,” Luke playfully orders and I giggle as Luke pulls me closer to leave a kiss to the side of my forehead.

“I love you,” I muse, making him smile.

“I love you too, precious,” he parrotes me, making me grin and nuzzle into his side.

Out of my peripheral I see Alex shake his head lightly and I only cuddle Luke closer. Alex lets out a huff and I shrug as Luke lets go of me.

“Let’s go boys,” Luke commands as pops his hood up over his head as we all head to the front of the Orpheum. “And best friend,” Luke adds, making me giggle.

We continue walking forward until we pass a group of girls who are all talking and not noticing anything at all.

“Ladies,” Reggie croons as he walks up to them and hands them the leftover shirts he has.

We stop and wait for him as he hands them the shirts before coming back to us. Then we all continue walking and the girls open the shirts only to let out a scream.

“Reggie, wait!” One of the girls yells out, making me giggle as Reggie smirks.

We walk for a while before coming up to the alley to get our hot dogs. We get our hot dogs from the cook before we each pile condiments onto them from the back of an Oldsmobile.

“Man…. I can’t wait until we eat someplace where the condiments aren’t served out of the back of an Oldsmobile,” Alex states as he turns to Luke and then walks off to the owner.

“I mean, I can’t say I don’t agree,” I tell Luke and he chuckles as he grabs my hand.

“Hey… sorry I got some pickle juice on your battery cables,” Alex informs the much older man and I hold back a giggle.

“No problem. It’ll help with the rust,” the older man jokes with a laugh.

“That can’t…. okay. What?” Alex asks in confusion, then just deciding to let it go as he walks away from the man. He shakes his head and I giggle when he comes back up next to me.

“Confused?” I ask him and he nods.

“Duh!” he tells me and I snort out a giggle.

We walk over to a couch with our food and sit down. Reggie sits farthest to the left and Luke sits next to him before pulling me down onto his lap and Alex shakes his head as he sits down next to Luke. I push my hot dog into Alex’s hand and he rolls his eyes.

“Uhh, ok sure. I’ll hold it for you, sis,” he sarcastically jokes and I giggle.

I reach down and quickly pull off one shoe along with its sock before ripping the other off. I lean back into Luke with a sigh and he chuckles as I take my hot dog back from Alex.

“This is awesome, you guys. We’re playing the Orpheum! I can’t even count how many bands have played here and ended up being huge,” Luke says excitedly as he keeps his arm around me while holding his hot dog with the other.

“We’re gonna be legends!” Luke exclaims with a smile.

“Yes, you guys will be. And I’ll be right beside you the whole time,” I agree and promise them with a big smile.

“Eat up, sweetheart. You too, boys. Cause after tonight, everything changes,” Luke informs us as he squeezes my hip while holding his hot dog in the air.

We all put our hotdogs together as if toasting to something, then each take a big bite.

“That’s a new flavor,” Alex mentions with a mouth full of hotdog while looking at us.

“Chill man, street dogs haven’t killed us yet,” Reggie jokes, making me giggle.

“I mean he’s got a point. We’ve been eating here for how long?” I ask with a shrug before we all continue to eat.

Little did we know, the hotdogs had bad chemicals in them, chemicals that aren't good to ingest at all.

Y/n’s Pov:{2020 after the Orpheum performance}

“Knock knock,” I speak as I stick my head through Julie's bedroom door.

“Ahh, if it isn’t my favorite ghost that actually has manners. You can come all the way in,” Julie jokes as she turns to look at me and I grin as I step all the way in.

“Hi, Julie. Yeah, the guys are not well mannered, that's something we can agree on,” I say with a laugh and she smiles, also laughing.

“Come to get away again?” she asks and I quickly turn away from her before starting to look around her room again.

“Yeah… he’s just…” I sigh and shake my head as I make my way to her closet.

“Infuriating?” she fills in for me and I bite my lip as I nod.

I start to look around her closet and find a shirt I really like. Smiling, I pull it off the hanger and turn to her as I hold it up.

“Can I try this on?” I ask her and she nods as she gets up and grabs a notebook off her chair.

“Sure. Just don’t do what your boyfriend apparently likes to do,” she tells me with a giggle as she sits back down and I pull it off the hanger.

“One, he’s not my boyfriend. Two, Alex tells that story too much. It was one time!” I quickly defend Luke as I walk over to the mirror to slip it on over my shirt and Julie shakes her head.

“Whatever, just make sure it stays the way it is and comes back to me,” she jokes and I roll my eyes in the mirror at her.

“Yeah, yeah. One time. One time Luke steals a shirt and cuts it up, then we both become shirt villains,” I joke as I turn to look at her.

“Well? Does it look good on me?” I ask her as I hold my arms out and spin a little.

“Yeah. It does. Go ahead and borrow it whenever you want to,” she tells me when she looks up at me from writing and I grin at her.

“Thank you, Jules,” I tell her and she smiles sweetly back at me.

“Of course. That’s what girlfriends are for,” Julie says as she continues to write in her book.

“I’ve never really had girl friends. I’ve only ever had the boys…” I tell her, my voice thick with emotion and she gets up from the bed.

“Well, you have me and Flynn now,” she tells me as she comes up beside me.

“Wanna try on anything else?” she asks and I shrug, making her smile.

“Really y/n, it’s ok. Try whatever you like,�� she reiterates to me and I grin, making her smile as she goes and sits back on her bed.

I excitedly walk over to her closet and look through it. I look at her shirts for a few minutes, but nothing jumps out at me. I sigh and let my head fall with my eyes falling closed, making Julie chuckle.

“Nothing speaks to ya, huh?” she asks and I huff, opening my eyes.

My eyes light up as I see something and Julie seems to notice as she once again gets up to come over to me. I bend down and pick them up with a smile on my face. Julie watches me carefully as I straighten up and look at her.

“Do you have socks by chance? I don’t know if mine would even be in the bags in the garage or not. I never really kept any around,” I say excitedly and she smiles, walking over to her dresser.

“Sure, what kind do you normally like?” she asks as she opens the drawer.

“Umm, you got any knee high?” I ask and she gives me a devilish smile.

“Oh, I’ve got many…” she tells me as she begins to pull a bunch out:

Julie lays out pair after pair and I marvel at all her choices of knee high socks. I find it hard to pick my favorite pair and Julie chuckles.

“Pick two or three favorites and you can keep them along with the shoes,” Julie tells me and my head snaps up to look at her.

“Really? I can keep the shoes and two pairs of socks?” I ask and she nods, smiling.

“The shoes aren’t really my favorite anymore, so yeah. Keep ‘em. I also don’t really wear the knee highs anymore,” she says with a laugh as she motions to all the socks she has.

“Thank you, Jules,” I tell her and she smiles, nodding at me.

“There’s so many new patterns from when I was younger. How will I ever pick?” I ask and she chuckles as she lifts a pair off the bed.

“I think you’d like these maroon ones or maybe the navy blue, but if you're ever looking to impress a certain someone, then I’d take one of the music notes,” she tells me as she lifts each one to show me.

“I’ll take the maroon and the yellow and black ones, those ones kinda remind me of when Luke used to call me bee…” I fondly tell her as I pick up the socks before looking up at her to see she has an amused look on her face.

“What?” I ask and she giggles.

“He used to call you, bee? Really?” she asks and I blush lightly.

“It was because bumblebee was my favorite transformer. He used it when we were like 8!” I exclaim when she raises an eyebrow at me.

“Ok. No, that's actually a very cute reason…” she admits as she crosses her arms and I smile.

“Isn’t it, though? If Lex were here he’d totally be gagging and rolling his eyes,” I tell her and she chuckles.

“I could totally see that. Alex seems very protective over you,” she agrees with me and I roll my eyes.

“You have no idea,” I joke and she laughs again.

“You can come take my socks whenever. Like I said, I don’t wear them very often. But keep those ones, they’re yours now,” she tells me with a grin and I grin back.

“Really, thank you,” I tell her again and she shrugs.

“Hey. It’s nothing. I know you hate shoes, so if you like those and I mean really like them, go right ahead and keep ‘em,” she tells me with a smile and I jump up, grabbing the shoes and socks.

“I’ll see you later. Thank you for my new shoes and socks. You think Luke will like ‘em? They match his…” I say in a bashful tone and Julie smirks.

“I’m sure he’ll love them. Heck, he’ll probably just like seeing you excited about shoes for once,” Julie jokes with another shrug and I giggle.

“You're right. I’ll see you later?” I ask her and she nods, grinning.

“Got a gig with the boys tonight so I’m sure I’ll see you there. You never pass our gigs up,” she tells me as she starts picking up the other socks.

“That’s ‘cause I’m the cheerleader. I cheer everyone on, especially now that I’m more of a background manager now that Flynn’s the real manager,” I admit and she shakes her head.

“You’re part of the team too, even if you do more background stuff. Plus, I think of you more as our stylist than a cheerleader. Those shirts you used to make were awesome. Not to mention how you dressed the guys and me for the last gig,” she raves and I blush at all the praise.

“Oh… that was nothing, really,” I wave her compliment off and she shakes her head.

“Y/n, take the compliment. You're awesome at style,” she demands and I slowly smile while nodding.

“Ok… ok. Thank you,” I tell her shyly and she laughs.

“Now go try your new shoes out,” she jokes with me, rolling her eyes with a smile and I grin.

“Ok. See you later!” I wave at her and she waves back.

I quickly walk out of her room—when she opened the door I have no clue, probably when my head was buried in the closet—and I decide to just apparate to the garage. My feet lightly land on the garage floor and I quickly rush over to the couch.

I put the bumblebee striped socks on, then the shoes and smile when I finish tying them. I stand up and grin as I dance around a little bit. Soon I get bored waiting for the guys so I decide to figure out the guy’s clothes for the gig tonight.

I go up into the loft where all of our clothes are and look through Alex’s first. I find him a real nice light pink shirt, knowing he’d want his pink. I then look through his pants and find him one of his many pairs of black sweats.

I then go over to his new collection of fanny packs and find him a nice jean jacket style one. I lay that all out and look over it. I then grab one of his many snapback hats and add it in.

The blue of the snapback pairs perfectly with the fanny pack and I decide to let him pick shoes, making me smile as I’m satisfied with the outfit. I then move on to Luke’s outfit, starting with his favorite skull shirt and lay it out. I start to riffle through his pants when I hear the boys land downstairs from apparating.

“Sweetheart, where are you?” I hear Luke shout out and I smile.

“In the loft, Lukey!” I shout back and smile when I find the right pants.

“There you are. Come down and cuddle?” he asks me and I shake my head, smiling more.

“Sorry, Lukey boy. Can’t. I’ve still got yours, Reggie’s, and Julie's outfits to do before tonight,” I sadly tell him and he frowns.

“But… if you help me, maybe I can get them done faster,” I appeal to him and he takes a moment to think it over before his frown slowly turns to a smile.

“Deal,” he tells me and I smile softly at him as he comes closer.

“Ok. Do you want to finish your outfit then while I start on Regsters?” I ask and he laughs.

“What?” I ask him and he chuckles.

“You haven’t called Reggie Regsters since we were like ten,” he tells me with a smirk and I shrug.

“I guess I’m just feeling very nostalgic today,” I comment as I continue to put Reggie’s outfit together.

“Ok. I’m done with Reginald’s. Are you done with yours?” I ask as I turn around to look at him and again he has a smirk on.

“What is with you today? Old nicknames and full names?” he asks and I giggle as I look over what he’s added to his outfit.

“I really don’t know. I was hanging out with Jules today and for some reason it’s put me in a very weird happy and nostalgic mood,” I explain as I give his outfit a few minor changes.

When I finish his outfit I fully stand up and when I do, I hear him let out a gasp. I look at him and realize he’s looking down at my feet.

I grin as I stand on my heels, letting my toes angle out before bringing them back in.

“Oh! Jules gave me ‘em. Aren’t they rockin’?” I ask and he gives me a sideways look.

“Sweetheart, don’t get me wrong, they are rockin’, but why are you wearing them? You hate shoes…” he asks me and I feel a blush creep up my neck.

“I really liked them and Julie told me I could have them, so I took them. Do you not like them? They match yours…” I tell him as I bite my lip as I look down at them.

“No. I love them. It’s just… I’m not used to seeing you wear shoes, sweetie,” he explains as he comes over to me.

“Oh…ok. I liked em ‘cause they matched yours. Not to mention they’re too,” I meekly point out and I hear him chuckle.

“Is that all we had to do all these years to get you to wear shoes? Just find you a pair that matched mine?” he asks, making me look up at him and my breath gets caught in my throat with how close he is.

If I moved just a little bit more, my lips could touch his. Oh how badly I want to just surge forward and close the small distance, but I don’t. I look down at his lips before quickly looking back up at his eyes in hopes he didn’t catch it. To my relief, it seems like he didn’t.

“If that’s the case, we shoulda done that years ago,” he jokes and I just watch him as he keeps a smile on his face.

“Hey. What’s wrong?” he asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Oh… nothing, I promise. Just… stuck in thought I guess,” I tell him with a shrug before going around him to try and go down the ladder.

“Hey. No. I know something is up, y/n. Come on, you can tell me,” he prompts me as he grabs my hand and pulls me back to him.

“Really. It’s nothing. I’m fine…” I try to lie the best I can, knowing he’ll read me like an open book.

“No. You’re not leaving till you tell me what’s wrong…” he informs as he again pulls me back, but this time he pulls me into a hug and holds me there.

“Lukey… come on. Let me go. I can’t talk to you about it, ok…?” I plead with him and he gives me a confused look.

“What can’t you tell me? You tell me everything, sweetheart. It’s ok. You can tell me,” he promises and I sigh, realizing he won’t be letting this go.

“I can’t tell you because it’s about you. You’ll stop talking to me and I don’t want that,” I admit in a fast jumble of words.

“What do you mean it’s about me? Did I do something to make you upset with me? I’m sorry if I did,” he quickly apologizes and I shake my head.

“Goodness no, Luke… I… uh… like someone…” I tell him as I bite my lip and his face falls.

“Oh. So you’re…” he trails off and I nod.

“Yeah. I’m in love with you…” I admit sheepishly and his eyes widen.

“Wait, what?!” he asks and I give a nervous giggle.

“What did you think I meant?” I ask him and he chuckles.

“I thought you were trying to tell me you were going to go out with another guy. Ya know, dial everything back…” he explains with a slow smile making way to his face.

“Oh… well, no…” I again nervously trail off and he chuckles again.

“Sweetheart, look at me please…” he asks me and I do, only to see him smiling.

“Wha-” I start off, but he cuts me off as he slams his lips to mine and I freeze.

The kiss lasts for a few minutes and it's exactly how I always dreamed of it. At first, Luke kisses me and I can’t move out of shock, but once I’ve snapped out of it I kiss him back. Our lips move in sync and it’s so full of love.

It’s nice and slow as Luke keeps his hands on my cheeks. My arms slowly wrap around his neck and I play with the hair at the nip of his neck. All too soon though, we are both pulling away for air.

He lays his forehead against mine as he now wraps his arms around my waist and mine stay around his neck. He gives me one last peck before he’s smiling, making me smile too.

“I’ve wanted to do that since fourth grade…” he whispers out as he nudges my nose with his.

“Well… why didn’t you?” I ask him with a giggle when his face scrunches up.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” he sassily asks and I giggle again.

“Because I didn’t know how you felt. I didn’t want to risk losing you,” I admit and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“I had the same reasoning,” he admits and I grin before we both start laughing.

“Wait, so we’ve both been oblivious idiots this whole time?” I ask and he nods while still laughing.

“I could have told you that! As a matter of fact, I did!” Alex shouts from downstairs, making me and Luke laugh harder.

“Well, that’s definitely one way to do it,” I giggle out and Luke shrugs.

“I guess so, bee…” he says with a grin on his face and I immediately look down at my socks.

“You figured it out!” I excitedly exclaim and he nods, smiling.

“That I did. How could I forget about bee? Now if we had known that all we had to was get bumblebee striped socks and shoes that matched mine, maybe we would’ve had you in shows years ago,” Luke jokes with an eye roll and I scoff.

“Oh, shut up. At least now I’m just like you,” I tell him with a grin and he smiles more, if that’s even possible.

“Yes, you are and I love it,” he tells me with a smile before pulling me back to him by the waist.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asks and I giggle.

“Well you didn’t even ask the first time around, but you're lucky I love you or else it’d be a no,” I joke before realizing what I had actually said and I pause, waiting for his response.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replies with a big cheeky smile and I can’t help but smile with him.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he jokingly tells me and I smile, nodding.

He leans forward and kisses me again. This time feels just like the first, so full of love and care. I smile into the kiss as does he before again we’re pulling away.

“You gonna come give me those cuddles now?” he asks and I laugh before playfully sighing.

“I guess we can go cuddle now…” I reply playfully and he grins.

“Ok. Come on,” he tells me and before I know it, I’m being pulled towards the ladder.

We make it down to the bottom and he pulls me over to his couch before he’s plopping down onto it. He looks up at me before holding his arms out and doing grabby hands like a five year old would. I laugh as I sit down on the couch.

He wraps his arms around me and I cuddle into his chest. I sigh when all he brings is a protective warmth over me. Soon before I know it, my eyes slowly drop and I’m off into dreamland, sleeping peacefully in my best friend's arms (well, boyfriend now, I guess). Only the peaceful sleep doesn’t last very long because soon I’m jumping awake.

“Are you wearing shoes?!” Alex shouts as I sleepily look up at him.

“Yes, I am. Now go away, I’m going back to sleep,” I grumble as I cuddle back into Luke, who lets out a small breathy laugh and that’s the last thing I hear before falling back into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The End…

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You pull me in like the moon does the tide | coralbaird 1930s au

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Her back ached. Terribly. Her work was endless, and she always came home smelling like fish and seaweed. She was pushed into a pile of fish today, actually. Dead fish. A rancid smell, if too overwhelming. Coral just wanted to get home. Tugging at her collar, Coral stepped off the docks, the wet wood creaking under her weight. Now, women weren't technically supposed to be doing work at the docks, that was a man's job, after all. But she had earned her place. By force. She was paid less then her colleagues, but it was enough for a...

'COME NOW, WITNESS THE AMAZING COVEY!'

The bright lights on the sign nearly blinded her. The covey? What was that? Curious, Coral stepped closer, hands shoved in her pockets. "Ay, you wanna see 'em?" A voice called from behind her. She jumped and faced it. In front of her, stood a young man, a bit older than her, with light blonde hair and electric blue eyes, much brighter than her pale ones.

"Ah... perhaps. Who are they?" She asked the man. He smiled and pointed at the sign, where a woman covered in a red dress and colorful feathers stood with a guitar, singing into the mic. "The covey's are musicians, that one's name is Lucy gray. She has the smoothest voice I've ever heard. She's the lead singer." He said. Coral only nodded in response. "Seems... lovely." She said after a moment. "Now, I would love to go, but I don't got much to my name right now." She said with a disappointed sigh. If she had the money, she might've taken her little brother to go see 'the Covey.'

The man smiled at her. "I'm friends with Lucy gray, I can get you in." He offered. Coral turned to him, bewildered. "Really? Ya don't even know me!" She exclaimed. The man only laughed. "So? Everyone should be blessed with hearing her voice." Huh. Well, it would be rude to turn down such an offer... "Well. Alright." She agreed. He smiled at her. "Great, meet me at the Hob tonight, 6:50. And my name is Coriolanus, by the way." And with that, he was gone. Coral turned back to the sign. Well. Here's to a fun night tonight.

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Like promised, Coral met Coriolanus outside the Hob. Her little brother, Mizzen, had wanted to go, but apparently he wore himself out at school today, making him damn near collapse on the floor. Coriolanus greeted her, a man right by his side. "Coral, glad you can make it. This is Sejanus, my friend." By the way Sejanus was looking at Coriolanus, it didn't seem like they were 'just friends.' Coral nodded at him politely. "Let's head in, we want good seating." The blonde ushered them in, paying for entrance, and practically dragging her into the hob.

They did find good seat, right up front. "It starts at 7, so do you want anything while we wait?" Sejanus asked from his spot next to Coriolanus. "Nah, I'm good." She declined, focusing on the stage. Coriolanus had ordered drinks for them, because even though she declined wanting anything, she couldn't help but get a good ol' Blood and Sand. Soon enough, the spot lights were on, focusing on the stage, and out came the covey. She watched as they came forward, each holding their instruments close. But she was encapsulated by the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

Lucy gray.

She had red feathers stuck in her curly dark hair. Carnelian eyeshadow brought out her brown eyes, one too many layers of ruby lipstick on her full lips. And a matching red dress clung to her body, making it impossible to look away. Cheers and hoots and hollers rose up from the crowd, but she was to slacken jaw to join. "Hm, red theme tonight." Coriolanus mused.

"Why, hiya y'all!" Lucy Gray grinned at the crowd, a brighter than the sun grin. She got cheers back from the crowd. "Oh I know, I know! It's been a little since I've been up here, huh?" Cheers again. Lucy gray giggles, and Coral could swear it was the most beautiful sound, more so than the calming waves. "Well don't cha worry, I've got many songs to make up for it!" More cheers.

Lucy Gray starts her song, and gods Coriolanus was right. She has the smoothest, loveliest voice known to man. She was memorized. But that's when Lucy Gray looks her in the eyes. Time stops.

The waves crashing outside the hob, gone. The cheers and screams inside, none existent. It was just them. Those brown doe eyes make her legs feel like jelly, and she was grateful for sitting down. She was in a trance. And it seemed as if Lucy gray was in one too. She skipped a line, letting the crowd finish it. But much too soon, Lucy Gray pulled her gaze away from her, back to the crowd. And oh...

Coral thinks she just fell in love.

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springdandelixn · 1 year

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Dancing in the Kitchen

Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary: You accidentally reveal your feelings to Steve through a song.

Warnings: nothing really—all fluff

A/N: This idea has been brewing in my head when I first heard this song (you’ll find it below) and I just had to write it. Unbeta so may be a bit sloppy but I hope it’s a goodie.

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It was a tough mission and he’s glad he’s home.

The halls of the compound were dark as Steve drags himself through the halls, helmet in his hand and shoulders slumping in exhaustion. Bucky and Sam had already called it a night after stepping out of the jet, stalking to their quarters, and leaving Steve to wander.

It was his usual routine, walking around to clear his head despite how late it would be. A peace he’s found himself indulging in just to leave the burden of the mission behind. He was happy though for the mission was indeed a success—more Hydra soldiers caught and thrown behind bars but still, the fatigue overpowered the joy.

It was silent, just how he liked it, as he made his way to the common room. But the singular light shining in the kitchen and the soft hum of someone singing takes his attention and he stalks towards the room even further.

And that’s when he sees you.

Opening and closing cabinets and taking out a bowl before shoving what he spies is a bag of popcorn into the microwave. You don’t seem to notice him so he takes his time in the shadows, a smile on his lips as he admires the carefree aura that you exude.

He’s not told anyone but Bucky of his feelings for you. How he was immediately smitten when Tony first introduced you as Maria’s replacement in overseeing their activities. He was subtle with his attraction, simply being the gentleman that everyone knew him to be. But as each day that’s turned into months and eventually a year, his infatuation grew even further that he dare even say that he’s come to love you.

It wasn’t simply because you were beautiful—but you were just as beautiful on the inside. Being more caring than authoritative to the team. Understanding when it came to his best friend and not being forceful when it came to taxing missions. The team thought you to be soft at first, a comment he, Bucky, and Sam, never appreciated. But they’ve come to appreciate it even more especially when they realized that the way you treated them, and took care of them, was what they truly needed.

And he fell even more when you showed such sweetness towards him. When everyone, especially Tony, would make fun of him for his lack of knowledge in the present, you’d be there to defend him, being feisty and telling off Tony and oh how Steve basked in such a sight.

But what he liked, or rather loved best was your calming presence. That at times, you would sit with him and simply be there for him when he’s about to face such intense task and other times join him in his solitude walks, not talking or even asking how the mission went, but rather just enjoying the night or the day and allowing the tension within him to seep out.

You were the serenity after the storm.

“Swear the only one I want is you, and it doesn’t matter what we do,”

His eyes grow wide when you start singing, no longer humming as you moved through the counter.

“We could fly around the world but we always end up dancing in the kitchen.”

He could feel his heart grow full, the smile on his face growing wide as he watches you dance silly in front of the stove. You take one of the spatulas from the drawers and pretended it to be a mic, your hand at your chest as you belted out the lyrics with such emotions.

He starts walking forward, placing his helmet quietly on the low table of the common room and making his way to you. He calls your name once but it surprises him that you don’t answer, then he notices the small white bud on your ear and it makes a chuckle leave his lips, his heart feeling full by just watching your bubbly state.

“I could spend a thousand nights right here inside this room.”

He couldn’t help but agree with the lyrics you sing. That as long as he’s with you, nothing would truly matter and everything would be alright in this gruesome world.

“Tell me, Stevie, if you feel the same way that I do. Ohh~ swear the only one I want is you.”

Did he hear correctly? Did you mix his name into the song? He blinks his eyes and stands frozen, jaw going slack as he continues to watch you move about the kitchen.

So many questions flit through his head all at once that he could feel his heart beating hard against his chest. His fingers flex as he asks the same question you unknowingly asked him: Do you feel the same way that I do?

He feels a sudden jolt of courage run through his bones and he finds himself moving, walking towards you. He must know, he must take this chance, for if he doesn’t, if he misses this window of opportunity, he isn’t sure when it will show itself again and he wouldn’t forgive himself if it reached another year or before he gets his answer.

Crossing the counter, he stands before you, hands taking hold of your hips when you accidentally bump against his chest. Your eyes are wide when you turn but they soften almost immediately when you see him, a sweet smile on your face.

“Stevie, you scare—”

But your words never make it past your lips as he cups your face and leans down to press his lips against yours. And oh how it was just as he imagined, soft and innocent, sweet and pure and he wills himself to hold back, to move his lips gently and treasure each moment that he’s taking. A smile forms on his lips when he feels you kiss him back, your arms wrapping around his neck and he takes it as a sign to pull you close, to hold you flush against him that he never wants to let go.

You both eventually part for air but Steve keeps his hold around you, his forehead pressing against yours as he inhales deeply, his nose kissed by your sweet scent and popcorn.

“What were you listening to?” He asks softly, not wanting to break the bubble that’s formed around the both of you.

You giggle at his question but don’t respond, instead, pulling off one of your earbuds and placing it snug in his ear before taking your phone out of your pajama pocket and replaying the song.

“City lights looking like ice underneath the stars. Beautiful but I’d rather be right here where we are.”

Steve sways you with him slowly as the music plays in his ear, taking in the melody and the lyrics. He hums softly to the tune as his hands frame your waist, holding you to him and sighing in content when you rest your cheek against his chest, your hands on his shoulders while both of you slow dance in the kitchen.

It was a tough mission but Steve’s glad he’s finally home.

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scoops-stevie-archive · 2 years

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take this as a little practice run for finding the right voices for this group. takes place in '88-'89, roughly, with an outsider pov.

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Corroded Coffin plays a gig at some dive bar outside Chicago and Steve, Robin and Nancy are there sitting at the bar. The show starts and the whole time Steve watches Eddie with stars in his eyes, like his boyfriend just hung the goddamn moon for him. Nancy and Robin are used to it so they're not paying attention but the bartender, Jack, looks at him with pity, thinking he's another fan who thinks he has a real shot with someone in the band. After the second set and with Steve still laser focused on the stage, he's got to be the one to unfortunately shatter the little bubble he's living in. Jack sets a glass of whiskey down in front of him, startling him a bit.

"Look, kid," he says. "I've worked here a while, seen bands come and go in this place and there's always a couple of guys who have the same exact look as you do."

The boy tilts his head, confused.

"All starry eyed and hopeful, thinking that they're gonna be the one that makes it back to the bus."

The kid has half the sense to at least look a little embarrassed, but he shakes his head. "Nah, man. It's not like that, believe me."

Jack rolls his eyes. "I've been watching you for a while, kid, you're not exactly slick. There's been enough people come crawling back here with their tails between their legs because their fantasies were busted by guys like that."

He points to the stage where Eddie is doing his bit with Jeff, both singing into one mic and Eddie presses a sloppy kiss to his cheek before moving back to his spot. Steve holds back his grin as the audience gets louder. Robin and Nancy go absolutely wild in front of him, having moved closer when the band stepped onstage.

Jack sighs and picks up the rag he was using to wipe down the counter. "I'm just trying to look out for you." He points to the glass. "That's on the house, by the way."

Steve is still a little confused by the interaction, watching Jack for a second before turning his attention back to his boyfriend. Eddie catches his eye and puckers his lips in a kiss, and Steve doesn't hold back his grin, putting two fingers in his mouth and whistling. Eddie laughs.

By the end of the show, Eddie is covered in sweat and amped up with adrenaline, grinning from ear to ear as they thank the crowd and the bar for having them. They help the roadies pack up their instruments and gear into the trailer hitched onto the back of Eddie's van before cleaning themselves up to join the crowd. Jeff and Gareth are the first ones out of the green room and immediately make a beeline for the bar, only stopping for a few autographs and to chat with fans. The band knew the three of them would be there and they looked forward to having their own little corner to themselves for the rest of the night.

Jack gives Steve a raised eyebrow when they walk up and Robin gushes about how good they were. The don't say I didn't warn you goes unsaid. Steve shakes his head and launches into the conversation, his back turned toward the stage.

They hear Eddie before they actually see him.

Well, they don't hear Eddie so much as they hear the crowd when he comes out of the hallway leading to the green room. He's changed from his stage outfit into a faded Poison tee and a pair of what Steve knows are his comfy jeans. Ripped at the knees and thighs and almost threadbare. Steve has told him a thousand times to thow them out but the boy's as stubborn as a mule.

Girls and guys alike flock around him like he's the Messiah to get even a fraction of his time and Eddie eats it up eagerly, the attention whore. He signs autograph after autograph and turns offers of going back to random hotels as gently as he can before he can finally break free.

"Y'know, sometimes I think he's the only reason we have fans in the first place," Gareth muses, leaning his elbows on the bar. "Dude's a natural performer."

Eddie finally makes it over to them and, to absolutely no one's surprise (but definitely Jack's), he pulls Steve in for a kiss with one hand on his waist and the other cupping the back of his neck. The others groan and Steve giggles a delighted "baby" into Eddie's mouth when he starts to get a little handsy.

Eddie pulls away with one last peck. "Sorry, sweetheart, you know how I get when I see you in my clothes."

Steve raises an eyebrow. "Really? Robin's wearing your shirt, too, and I don't see you making out with her," he teases.

Robin gags and Eddie gives her a mock apologetic look over Steve's shoulder. "Sorry, Buckley, but I think it's best if we see other people. You know how it goes, it's not you, it's me, yada yada."

"I completely agree, Munson," Robin nods seriously.

Steve taps his palm on Eddie's chest. "Before I forget, I was given instructions to tell you that when we get back to Hawkins tomorrow, you have to call Henderson immediately. He's missed his dad, so your place will probably be filled with kids the whole day."

"And what if we wanted to stay in Chicago an extra day?" Gareth asks, even though he knows they won't. "See the sights and all that bullshit."

Nancy scoffs. "Are you kidding? Your mom clocked us as soon as we walked in and said that she's proud of you, but she wants to go home."

Steve laughs as Gareth puts a hand over his heart. "Wounded by my own mother! The betrayal!"

Eddie shakes his head. "And does Henderson remember we've been on the road for three weeks? I get back to Hawkins, I'm not leaving my trailer for a week. He can have some patience."

"Patience? These kids?" Robin laughs. "They wouldn't know patience if it bit them in the ass."

From the conversation that Jack is trying oh so hard not to eavesdrop on, he picks up that they're all friends and have known each other for a considerable amount of time. High school, maybe? And going by the way the band's guitarist swooped in and planted one on the kid, they've been together for a while also. So, not a wannabe groupie. Just a lovesick boyfriend. Jack can understand that. He can also see, now, the matching guitar pick necklaces they're wearing.

Eventually, the group decides to call it a night.

"By the way," the kid, Steve, says to him, slapping cash on the counter. His arm is around Eddie's waist and Eddie's is around his shoulder. He throws him a wink before turning to leave. "It's a van, not a bus."

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landosgirl97 · 2 years

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Teardrops On My Guitar - Drew Starkey

Summary: You are a castmate on Outer Banks. You have a crush on Drew and are best friends with Chase Stokes. Chase finds you singing in your trailer one day and convinces you to do an open mic night. He and the rest of the cast, including Drew, come to support you.

A/N: Bold words are song lyrics. Italics are memories that flash through her mind while she performs. Regular font is the present.

P.S. SUPER proud of this one so please let me know what you think.

"You're going to be fine. You're amazing. Take a breath." Chase said. "Why did he come? The song I picked literally says his name Chase! I'm so screwed!" you groan as your head falls back. "I'll make sure he's paying close attention then." Chase says with a wink. "Up next is Y/N Y/L/N!" you hear before you can even reply. You groan as Chase pats you on the back and walks back to his seat with everyone else. You hear them all whoop and holler as you walk onstage. Just before you get to center stage, you see Chase lean over and whisper something to Drew. If you weren't nervous before, you are now! You walk up to the mic and slyly clear your throat as you step forward and start to strum your guitar.

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Drew looks at me. I fake a smile so he won't see, that I want and I'm needing everything that we should be. I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about and she's got everything that I have to live without.

You and the cast were having a get together at Rudy's apartment. Drew walked in late and he looked really good. "How was your date?" you heard Rudy ask him. "Dude. It was amazing! AND she's already agreed to a second date!" he says with a lovestruck look on his face. "Ooh what's she like?" Madelyn asked. "Her name is Claire. She's short, blonde, has the most beautiful green eyes, and has these cute freckles all over her nose and cheeks. She's a nanny for these two wonderful kids, she goes to the same gym as me we found out, and she has a German Shepard named Bentley!" Everyone in the room was very engrossed in the conversation and was oblivious to your pain, except Chase. He noticed you staring out the window obviously trying to hold back tears. He put his arm around you and pulled you into his side. You hid your face in his side and cried silently and he rested his chin on your head.

Drew talks to me. I laugh 'cause it's just so funny, that I can't even see anyone when he's with me. He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right. I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night.

You and Drew had been joking around on set remembering stories from filming and talking by craft services. "...and then he fell and almost twisted his ankle!" Drew said. You threw your head back laughing at his story. He was laughing along with you and you couldn't help but zone out and think about how much you love his laugh and how carefree he looked. "...earth to Y/N!" Madison said, waving her hand in front of your face to get your attention. "Huh?" you said, turning to face her. "We've been calling your name for a while. You're needed on set. You okay? You seem out of it." she looks concerned. "I'm okay. Just didn't hear it. I'll head that way.

Later that night, you were laying in bed thinking back on your day. The happiest times were always with him. He never fails to make you laugh and smile when he's around. The way he jokes around between scenes to keep up morale, how he looks so beautiful when he smiles, his beautifully chiseled jawline.... you slowly dozed off to sleep dreaming about Drew and what it would be like if life were different.

Drew walks by me. Can he tell that I can't breathe? And there he goes, so perfectly. The kind of flawless I wish I could be. She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love. Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky 'cause

You had just walked out of your trailer and were walking to set to film your next scene. You saw Drew start to walk toward you. His hair was still wet and he only had on swim trunks and shoes. Your breath hitched in your throat as he ran his hands through his wet hair and a water droplet slowly made its way down his abs. He looks breathtaking with the sun setting behind him and the beautiful blue and purple hues making his eyes shine bright. Until you realized why he had the bright look in his eye. You had heard yelling but hadn't realized who it was. Then you saw Claire inches from him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hers were around his neck. You saw her wrap her legs around his waist and the kisses they exchanged before he sat her down and walked hand in hand with her back to his trailer. You had never felt so heartbroken and devastated. You didn't even stay for post filming shenanigans that night knowing that it would hurt to look at them together.

So, I drive home alone. As I turn out the light, I'll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight. 'Cause he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar. The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart. He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do.

You drove home in silence. When you walk in the door, you don't even bother to go to the kitchen to get a snack. You toe off your shoes, hang your keys on the hook by the door, and walk to your room. You pull your guitar case out from under your bed and your songbook from your bedside table. You sat down and started to play the song you had written that first night when he came home from his date with Claire. You didn't even realize you were crying until a falling tear hit your guitar and another hit your hand. You decided at that point that it was better to just go to sleep for the night. You got up and shut off the light, crawling into bed. When you got situated, you saw the picture on your nightstand of the cast together at the end of season 1. His arm was around you and you were both making silly faces at the camera. You reached out and put the picture face down before rolling over and falling into an unrestful sleep.

He's the time taken up, but there's never enough and he's all that I need to fall into. Drew looks at me. I fake a smile so he won't see.

The cast had all followed Chase into the bar to see you standing by the stage tuning your guitar. You smiled seeing everyone until he walked in behind them. You weren't expecting him to come at all, knowing that Claire was in town. You couldn't let it show to him, so you willed the smile to stay on your face.It was like time stopped around him and you couldn't bear the thought anymore. Knowing what song you picked, your heart dropped to your stomach and you gulped . Uh oh.

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After you had strummed the last chord, the crowd erupted in applause. You heard your friends in the back of course being the loudest ones there. You scanned the crowd for the one face you wanted to see. Your stomach dropped. He wasn't there. You looked at Chase as if questioning where he went. Chase just shrugged and continued to applaud you. You went to make your way off the stage when you saw him. He was standing by the stairs with an unreadable expression on his face. You made your way toward him and you both walked to an area where there weren't as many people. You forced yourself to make eye contact with him. "Hey." you breathed. "Why didn't you say anything?" he started. "Say anything about what?" you asked. You were genuinely very confused. He sighs. "Why did you not tell me how you felt?" Your eyes dropped to your shoes and a blush made its way across your face. "I was scared. And when I was finally ready to tell you, you came home from your date with Claire. And now it's too late because you're with her now." You said. He puts a finger until your chin forcing you to meet his eyes. "We aren't together anymore. That's why I'm here. Without her. The problem was, she wasn't you." You had tears brimming in your eyes as you looked at him. "Wow. I'm so sorry to hear that." "We both know you're not. Now, let me kiss you." he said as his hand reached your cheek and he leaned into you. This time, the teardrops weren't from sadness, but from pure joy.

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wongyuuu · 1 year

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Peak Time - (Episodes 1&2)

I like it, I like it a lot. That’s it, really. The whole idea behind it is amazing really and for one I’m really glad that this isn’t an Mnet show. I feel like Mnet, being Mnet, would try to create some sort of rivalry between the groups. I don’t think JTBC will do that, at least considering what I remember of Mix Nine but I can be wrong, it’s been so many years lol. Also the judges are good ones. I personally don’t like Jay Park but this show might change it, idk? Kyuhyun on the other hand… Really starting to dislike him.

I’ll mention only the performances I liked because there were too many to go through them all. There’s really no specific order to this, but I did like some of them more than others

Team 20:00 (M.O.N.T) – Fever

They made me forget that this is, originally, a JYP song. That’s show good they were. And they didn’t have a whole of dancing and there’s only 2 of them and they managed to make it feel it was their concert. I remember them from Mix Nine and this is a huge jump from that. I’m curious to see how they move forward and how will they be able to tackle other types of music. They seemed to be really in their element on this.

Team 11:00 (Vanner) – Adore U

First off, their story? Amazing, they deserve the world, they just really want to perform, doesn’t matter what they have to do on the side to be able to do so. And their performance? Sooooo good. It takes good vocalists to cover good vocalists and I believe they did a fantastic job. I’m already following them everywhere

Team 8:00 (DKB) – The Real

In this song, more than in others, there’s this energy that’s very specific to Ateez, it’s related to them as people and how they behave. To me, DKB managed to emulate that very well in this performance. They had fun throughout the entire thing and you could see it in their faces. It made me tear up a little bit when they were getting praised and the leader (?) was holding back his tears.

Team 23:00 (DGNA) – Mirotic

As expected, 2nd gen really hits different. Everything about this performance was magnificent, I can’t even really express how good it really was. The hold this song has on me it’s not even funny and the fact that these guys came out singing like that, no backtrack, vocals for days, so powerful all three of them and really dancing is insane. The other groups were so surprised to see them sing like that and I just was so happy, smiling and singing along the whole time.

Team 02:00 (NTX) – No Mercy

This was really good, to me the least expected song. I really liked it and there isn’t a whole lot to comment on it. I know that they’ve been getting some negative feedback from knets, because they dissed 4th gen during the rap verse but honestly? Who cares? Let’s start with the fact that they are, indeed, part of 4th gen and really a lot of the groups tend to focus on visuals and dancing more than anything else, sometimes it feels like watching a dance group that happens to have mics attached to their faces. So yeah, good job to them. (Also, imagine how crazy it is to perform to a song in a competition like this and then have the original singer come out as a contestant.)

Team 14:00 (GHOST9) – Never Ever

I like it, it wasn’t perfect at times, but overall very good. I’m surprised that they had to stay on hold for the judges to decide whether or not they would be able to move to the next round. To me they performed better than Bae143 and ATBO, who passed by the amount of votes imediatly (which don’t take me as reference because I usually hate when people cover exo or any song sang by exo members so). I was really surprised to seem them perform as just 5 and the fact that they had to rearrange the entire performance in day and still managed to do a decent job is really impressive. The guy rapping was screaming a little too much, I’m not sure if he was trying to emulate Jackson’s tone or if he had to take on a part that wasn’t originally his

Heedo – Soloist – Back Door

I’ve been a fan of his for some years now so I’m happy that he got to come out and participate. This performance was really good and really complete, he’s a good rapper and his singing voice is really good too.

Jong Up – Soloist – Anyone

I never expected to see him come to a show like this. My friend, who likes him a lot, said he was doing fine on his own so she doesn’t understand why he came out like this and why he said that B.A.P wanted to come as group. Regardless of that, his performance was really good and it really is different to see a man, man, dancing.

Byeong Ju – Soloist – 4 Walls

Let me tell that this a hard song and he was really good. I don’t have a whole lot to say so yeah, amazing, loved it.

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I hated how JTBC didn’t announce during the show which groups would be through, out of those who were on hold, and the soloists who would make it into team 24:00. “Go to the site”? You couldn’t have spared 10 minutes to announce that while the show was airing? A terrible move if you ask me. Either way, out of the 15 groups in the show, I’ll be watching these 7 more as we move forward, but who knows, it might change.

Compared to Boys Planet, I like this one more, as the nature of the show is to push already formed groups closer to their dream. Regardless of who wins, I hope they find success.

#peak time #peaktime jtbc #peak time jtbc #DKB #Vanner #Byeong Ju #Jong Up #B.A.P #toppdogs #heedo #ghost9 #DGNA #m.o.n.t #ntx

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TOMOSHIBI

CHORUS Turning our hardships into flow, overcoming that which we couldn’t control (yeah) Shinjuku’s luring lights have been let go, been let go, been let go (1) Even the smallest of lights can still glow, and illuminate us So let’s go! We’ll run ahead - our fangs are ready, spitting out my verse

JAKURAI If it might keep me from tripping over my own feet I would help whoever needs me This wish, made to some unknown power No more will I allow it to consume me I’ve stopped counting the things that I’ve lost Now I will fight with what’s left of my anguish My story is unknown, concealed in darkness So I will search for what makes me “myself”

DOPPO “A renewed inspiration for musical creation Having you around, sensei, is the best kind of medicine”

JAKURAI I will put more faith in myself It is fine, you are both here by my side Keep on moving forwards, and don’t ever look back Head towards freedom from this labyrinth’s walls I will bring salvation to everyone, all over Japan No more will this goldfish tear away from my net

CHORUS Turning our hardships into flow, overcoming that which we couldn’t control (yeah) Shinjuku’s luring lights have been let go, been let go, been let go Even the smallest of lights can still glow, and illuminate us So let’s go! We’ll run ahead - our fangs are ready, spitting out my verse

HIFUMI I have a phobia that keeps me closed off like firm tofu But when I put on my suit, of course I outgrow that (2) I want to understand how you express yourself Encouraging my maternal instincts even more today Barely able to stand, staying strong on my knees (3) Don’t turn your back on my emotional instability Conveyed through these words Today may be cold, but still I can’t yet part From this suit I want to gently cover you with (uh) You’ve always been special, my only one The days I spoke those scripted words are coming to an end Sensei and Doppo, I strive to reach them both

JAKURAI “Now together, our three hands shall open this frozen door”

HIFUMI As one, we’ve come to talk and rely on one another Exposing insides, breaking shells, fighting with our scattered flow Putting everything we have into making flowers bloom in this so-called dead earth

DOPPO I have become my company’s hands and feet In order to keep from getting fired, I work twice as hard All those times I thought “why is it always me?” Honestly, I already knew I was being bitter out of habit Overtime nightscape, there’s still darkness within moonlight Shouting out all these emotions in metropolis Tokyo Acting before speaking, I’ll muster all my courage

HIFUMI “Don’t worry, we’ll always be right here behind you”

DOPPO Good morning, sir! Let me lay out a proposal This isn’t just flattery, it’s full-fledged grovelling Instead of a train strap, I’ll grip my mic and sing So long as I finish work on time, the future outside won’t be dark To the verses supporting me, there’s only one answer Someday I’ll soak my pillow with drool instead of tears Who can I beat while beating myself down? I don’t care for tricks, just an overwhelming sound

JAKURAI With my stethoscope I also hold a “microphone” With this chord I will breathe out my “rhyme and flow”

HIFUMI Bring me any number of “ice shots” Just don’t get drunk off me and I’ll give you my “love”

DOPPO Getting the train to work, I’m “on my way” Swaying with the crowd every day “like a liveshow”

MTR If you try to run away there’ll be “no tomorrow” Determinedly facing the morning together, “life goes on”

MTR The three of us are going to win this thing, singing without end from here on out The might of just one person won’t open this door, now is the time for us to move forward We don’t have the luxury of slowing down, constantly reaching out towards the moon Hoping that the light we see will never disappear

NOTES:

“Luring lights” is more literally “fire for luring fish at night”, which is the practise of creating a fire on a fishing boat in order to lure them closer. Obviously the fishing reference is purposeful here.

I phrased this the way I did because Hifumi uses the word “卒業” which is “graduation/moving on from something”. It gave me the impression that he knows his Host persona is more mature than his true, childlike self, and wants to grow up a little bit.

The wordplay here was difficult to convey… Hifumi says “どんと” which is an onomatopoeic word for “using all of one’s strength” - but it’s also another way of saying “drinking and vomiting”, which is a technique hosts use on the job in order to stay mostly sober throughout the night. He follows this up with “座って” which is “to sit/hold still”, so I went with the imagery of him on his knees to allude to the throwing up thing while trying to maintain his desire to appear strong.

#matenrou

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Some drafts of a peraxil based fan-character for Serina. The silhouette is newer and better looking, so it goes first. I’ve included a human to illustrate Timber’s height, and made them hold hands as if he’s touring Earth’s cities and asking lots of questions. The sketch is from a spontaneous stream I did during December from memory, hence why his body was rounder and his face finchier than the species of his inspiration. Since I don’t use a mic, notes were sketched on canvas or typed into chat. Details were kept on the vague side as I didn’t want to raise hopes and let people down in case this ended up in the trash bin. It also plays a little bit with the canon like taffy candy.

So... to reiterate Timber’s origins, he popped into my head while I was reading the project via text-to-speech as a narrator character with a penchant for weather forecasts. He speaks with a playful cadence and doesn’t always pronounce words the way we do. Think if Microsoft Mark had a little more emotional/tonal range and that’s roughly the pitch and texture for him.

Timber is an outdoorsy dude largely by obligation, since he has nowhere else to be if not hunkered inside temporary shelter, built or found. Through a combination of his sapience, its ensuing isolation, and sheer boredom, Timber occupied himself with skill-building activities that would eventually aid him on his journeys. He seldom stays in one place, driven by his stomach and a need to satisfy his curiosity of the world around him. It began with uncovering a bug he’d never seen before, which was an unexpected and positive outcome of his father driving him away from the family. It was then he really took in the sight of his surroundings, the trees thinned out to open skies, and he didn’t know why. He has seen biomes that his species hasn’t, with a preference for temperatures slightly warmer than his native habitat. On occasion, some of his rounds bring him back home and he can be seen swinging through the branches.

It doesn’t mean he feels entirely at home with other whitecloaks, and not for a lack of trying. The species’ familial structure comprising of one territorial male with multiple females and their offspring has proven prohibitive, he would relearn painfully. He fathered some chicks with an individual who was temporarily separated from her group, under the assumption she was alone. Timber would then be a dad solely in a biological manner when his mate’s presumed male found them both shortly after the encounter. The shouting match had been brief, one-sided, and profoundly embarrassing for Timber as he chose to retreat. How can you argue with someone who will never understand you for reasons beyond any living beings’ control? None of his offspring would display behaviours indicative of his spark, so he couldn’t recognize his chicks if they were to meet at all.

It would not be the last unpleasant encounter he’s had with anything, but those are for another time. Below are more general notes.

Timber’s favourite foods are insects and other metamorph species larvae. With some exceptions he’ll eat just about any arthropod, exoskeleton and all. He’d probably do handstands and sing the alphabet backwards to get some lobster from you.

Meeting other sophonts would make him squeak and gesticulate happily, if it’s safe to do so. While his intentions are good, he can come across as insensitive in his questions concerning social norms, traditions, and physical traits.

Humans would make his head spin. Our jaws, forward-set eyes, and ear structure are especially uncanny and interesting to him. He will look you up and down with one eye.

He’ll bring snails and or hug a friend to comfort them. If neither is an option, he’ll apologize and scramble to try something else.

Timber’s OCEAN index scores are highly open, mid to highly conscientious, highly extraverted, highly agreeable, and mid neurotic. If we’re going by human standards, that is.

#art #fanart #digital art #fan character #serina world of birds #rough draft #Timber (FC)#I'll edit and add more stuff to this as it goes along

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fuckyeahvanhalen86-95 · 2 years

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Extreme's Gary Cherone has addressed the possibility of taking part in the potential Eddie Van Halen tribute tour that has been the talk of the guitar world ever since it was mentioned earlier this year.

While in conversation with SiriusXM’s Eddie Trunk, the former Van Halen vocalist revealed he hasn’t yet been contacted about starring in any tribute project, but went on record saying that "of course" he would take part should such an event take place.

He did, however, take the opportunity to stress that the focus of the whole show should, naturally, be on one aspect: the guitarists.

"I think the singers are secondary," he said. "You know, this is an Eddie Van Halen tribute, so it's all Eddie's disciples. Or whatever, not even Eddie disciples but the hierarchy of guitar players - you think of Vai [and] Satriani."

It’s a notion that makes sense, owing to the caliber of guitarists who have been mentioned throughout discussions. Joe Satriani was the first name to emerge when news about the project broke, and he even went as far as to meet Alex Van Halen and Jason Newsted to start jamming.

When Satch’s name was first confirmed, David Lee Roth cited the need to have at least two musicians per slot and name-dropped Steve Lukather to play alongside him. As per Cherone and Trunk, though, the final list of players would have to be far longer.

Trunk observes that Cherone’s Extreme bandmate Nuno Bettencourt is a name that has been mentioned – something the singer strongly supports – as have John 5 and Zakk Wylde.

Cherone and Trunk voiced excitement about the prospect of assembling an A-List team of musicians to celebrate Van Halen, much in the same way the music world came together to pay tribute to Freddie Mercury, or in the upcoming stadium shows scheduled in Taylor Hawkins' memory. Cherone went on to joke that the size of the project may pose a key logistical problem.

“All I can see is a soundcheck nightmare,” he said. “It’s one thing for singers – you give them a mic, they sing. But with guitar players, soundcheck is going to be crazy, because everyone’s got their own amps… it’s going to be a nightmare. It is gonna blow up before the gig! [Laughs] You're dealing with guitar players. Singers are tough but when it comes to equipment it's just a mic. That's the first thing I thought, soundcheck – who is going on before who?”

As to whether it is going to happen, Cherone concluded that Alex Van Halen has the casting vote. “At the end of the day, I think Alex will [have] the final word on it, whether he wants to do it. If it happens, it will be great.”

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That sentiment was shared by former Van Halen bassist Michael Anthony – another name being thrown around in discussions – who told Trunk the whole thing rests in Alex Van Halen’s hands.

“He’s gotta be the person, really, that wants to do this and give his blessing to the whole thing for it to move forward,” he commented.

Trunk has been doing a fine job in recent weeks digging for details surrounding the project, and managed to unearth more tidbits from an undisclosed source who said the entire gig was being held up by David Lee Roth.

“I had a very reliable source tell me last night at The Black Crowes’ show that the hold up on the Van Halen [project] happening is [that] a lot of it [is] falling on David Lee Roth,“ explained Trunk. “That David Lee Roth – to no surprise; it shouldn’t be a surprise to anybody – is a difficult guy to wrangle, a difficult guy to get an answer on, a difficult guy to get focused on anything, a difficult guy to get to sign off on anything.”

As of this moment, the Van Halen tribute project looks unlikely. While Newsted admitted plans had “fizzled out” early on, Satch has said that the event has been shelved indefinitely.

#van halen #post van halen #van halen tribute #eddie van halen tribute #2022 #guitar world #news #eddie van halen #michael anthony #gary cherone #van halen 3 #van halen iii #1998 #youtube #extreme #nuno bettencourt #eddie trunk #Youtube

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profoundthoughtsofaweirdo · 1 year

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It is a woman's world

You could hear Roman shouting in the back of your mind. Everything in your head had stopped for a full minute, and you were watching everything from above almost. The screaming fans, the commentators were even losing their minds as you stood in the ring coiled and ready to strike across from three very unlikely opponents. Seth grabbing your arm and turning you to face him brought you back to reality. “WHAT THE FUCK IS HE THINKING?” the question was rhetorical, and the crazy look on your face wasn’t entirely put on. Dean sneered over his shoulder at their next victims. Distortia and Bailey were helping Dyna out of the corner, they were all dressed in complete black outfits similar to the Shield’s except for the masks. From the outside, no one had any idea they were women, much less that the One guy attacking Punk was actually three. For the last few weeks every time the Shield came to exact justice these mystery opponents would appear and wreck their plans. A lone man dressed all in black, would attack punk and as the shield gave chase would get away or turn on them too. Last week as the Shield chased the masked man backstage Dean and Seth were attacked from behind by two other bandits. The WWE universe was on fire to find out who it was, and most of all Why?

Distortia and Dyna were holding their ribs as Roman had speared them already, while Bailey was shaking the fog in her head from Seth’s big knee to the head. None of the women looked scared, none of them turned to retreat. All three women regrouped and stood tall, defiant even. Punk came forward dragging his jaw on the ring apron, he stood with the Shield as his heels. The fans were screaming at the top of their lungs as they stood in the ring, in shock of what to do next. The WWE had a strict no contact rule, men and women were to not put their hands on one another in the ring. Intergender matches, and alliances as far as in ring competition went were out of the question. Should a woman ever intervene, it was in a small role. However that was the only loophole to the rule, men were to not put their hands on the divas or pay a fine, and perhaps be suspended. Yet here stood three women who clearly had defied the odds, worked several angles and managed to outsmart the Shield, and CM Punk. Triple H stalked to the ring, red faced and clearly pissed off. “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” he didn’t need a microphone. Distortia grabbed a mic and spoke first. “SURRRRR PRISEEEEEEE.” She let out in a sing song voice. She cackled to the wwe universe, “We have HAD enough of your bullshit AND we are tired of being IGNORED.” Bailey motioned for her own mic, then calmly turned to Triple H as he entered the ring. “I tried to warn you several times, I did not want it to come this. YOU REFUSED TO TAKE US SERIOUSLY SO WE HAVE TAKEN MATTERS INTO OUR OWN HANDS.” “YOUR OWN HANDS?” Triple H only got one sentence in before Dyna stepped forward and backhanded him, never speaking as she stepped back, “YOU DON’T GET TO TALK PAUL. YOU ARE DONE TALKING.” Distortia stood over him singing. Bailey handed a mic to Dyna, never taking her eyes off punk she was surprisingly calm. “Do we have your attention now? THE SHIELD talks about justice…ITS BULLSHIT. They mean justice that serves them, the MEN in the business. BUT NO ONE THINKS ABOUT THE WOMEN.” Distortia pipes up, “Does anyone realize the average Diva match for the last year has been 2.45 minutes? THAT’S IT.” “Hell Orton takes longer then that to Oil up in the back…” Bailey smirks. “Raw moving to 3 hours means more time, FOR MEN MATCHES, while the women bust their asses for some bullshit match that no one even cares about.” Dyna’s voice stirs the fans. “Where was the Justice for us boys?” Distortia giggles almost child like. The promo by the three women almost rhymes, they are in sync and on the same page. The entire Diva roster fills the ringside up as they jeer and applaud, the statement is clear. “You call yourself the BEST IN THE WORLD, but you have only competed against the MEN, there is an entire roster of women willing, hungry to get in this ring and be taken seriously. How can you call yourself the best when you haven’t even stepped in the ring with everyone in contendership.” Bailey had a long finger extended towards punk. Her brown curly hair was a mess around her face, her large brown eyes were glowing with pride. “Women are good enough for you to BED, TO USE, TO MANIPULATE but NOT good enough to COMPETE AGAINST?” she practically spit her words at him. “I am good enough for you train with, learn from but not worthy of this title.” Dyna finished. Her green eyes glowed like emeralds as she stood her ground under Punk’s glare. Distortia was giggling maniacally behind her. They each had their own reasons, they each brought their own gifts to the ring.

At a closer look, they really were from a different era. Bailey was the brains, smart and mouthy she could work the plans, talk her way out of any deal and fight in the ring. Distortia was the off factor, creepy but a powerhouse with the technical ability of a decade old veteran. Dyna was the flyer, trained by a dying luchador breed and fast she took to the air to defend their position. All three women were armed with old and new school knowledge, power and speed on their side. Dangerous and smart, then you add their gorgeous looks and a huge dose of tough guts and you had a lethal combination. Not only did they grow up on the Attitude Era but they longed to prove they could live it. For the last three weeks these women had tangled with the best in the ring, taking on the Shield, Punk and half the Male Roster as a bounty was put on their heads by Triple H. For a month they terrorized the WWE, management and the roster incognito. As Dean looked around the ring it took all he had not to laugh out loud. These women really were crazy, and he was loving every minute of it. Distortia was owning her creeper gimmick, the sing songy voice that ended with a screetch, the twirling and randomly pulling her hair. Bailey was smirking at everyone, enjoying the chaos and looking so boastful even he wanted to punch her in the jaw. Dyna was supremely calm, the kind of stillness that makes people nervous. He watched them in awe, this was going to shake things up and he was just thankful he was going to get a front row seat.

“Welcome to the revolution boys, the WOMENS revolution.” Dyna’s voice echoed through the arena. “We are the commanding sisters of this war and we will not surrender.” Bailey finished very matter of factly. “ARE YOU INSANE?” Triple H’s face was beet red. “WHY YES PAUL, we are….in fact….INSANE. SISTERS INSANE.” Kylie cackled loudly.

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HI I JUST WANTED TO SAY I FOUND UR BLOG LAST NIGHT AND IM ALREADY ADDICTED TO UR WORKS. YOURE SO TALENTED !! could u do a blurb where the reader is harry’s gf and watching him perform on stage and he invites her up on stage to dance ?

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! LOVE YOU ALREADY!!! this one is for you <33 ;

Harry was an absolute beast up on stage.

Night one of Vegas was a complete success so far and you never wanted it to end. From the moment that you woke up in your Vegas hotel room to the moment when he popped up out of the centre stage to start singing Golden, there wasn’t a moment where you didn’t feel an intimate and enormous amount of pride for him. He looked just so happy and that’s all you could ever wish for.

You were stood next to Jeff and Glenne, watching as Harry performed his beautiful heart out on stage. A lot of the fans around you had spotted you and were calling your name to grab your attention and get photos of you, but you were too shy to respond to any of them. So you kept on watching Harry perform.

The funky and even more upbeat version of Canyon Moon started playing and you knew what was coming next. Harry had prompted you that he might incorporate you somehow into this next segment and you were excited at the time, now you were just completely nervous. Shaky hands, goosebumps, the lot.

“Now I know you all loved the dancing for this next one,” The fans started screaming and shouting, because they instantly knew he was on about Treat People With Kindness, “but unfortunately my dance partner Phoebe is not here tonight.” He kept pausing to let the fans scream, prolonging your nerves, “however,” he walked from the main stage down to the B-stage, “there is someone here tonight who knows the dance and how to dance with me specifically.” He smiled, fiddling with his earpiece.

Your heart stopped. You think?

“Oh my fuck.” You muttered, as Jeff nudged your shoulder playfully and people around you started screaming your name even louder.

Then the light shone on you and you were blinded, only to see what was directly behind you and to the sides. You had to squint or cover your eyes if you wanted to see Harry. You shoved your hands inside your blazer pockets, fidgeting with your fingers inside out of nerves. Harry could instantly tell how you felt.

“Now she’s slightly nervous, so please be kind to her. Y/N, my love?” He asked sweetly, making it hard to say no to him. You squinted to see he was wearing a plea full smile and you wanted to wipe it right off his cheeky face. God he was irresistible. “Come on. Please?” He begged.

“Go on!” Glenne pushed you forwards slightly, making you shuffle sing in your cream-white boots that matched Harry’s.

“What am I doing?” You asked yourself, as people began to chant your name and egg you forwards. Seriously, what were you doing?

You started to walk forwards and through the barriers where Harry would run off the stage later. You said hello to a couple of fans on the way, giving them a quick smile and wave. Harry stood at the end of the platform, holding out a hand for you. One of the security guards gave you a leg up and Harry pulled you the rest of the way, embracing you in a tight hug when he got ahold of you.

“Y’okay?” He asked into your ear, even with all the noise throughout the arena you could still hear him as clear as a new day.

“Probably.” You spoke unsure, knowing you were in the direct spotlight now. Harry chuckled and pressed a kiss to your cheek, making the fans go absolutely wild. You both laughed and walked hand in hand back to the main stage.

“Give it up for my beautiful Y/N!” Harry shouted into his mic and you had to bite your lip from grinning like an idiot. He made you feel so safe and loved and you’d have to especially thank him for that later. The fans screamed for you, many of them shouting that they loved you as you walked past them. You blew kisses to a few of them threw your mask and they pretended to catch them.

Harry dropped your hand to go and set up his electrics for TPWK, grabbing a couple of pride flags as he did so. Harry handed you one and he took the other. It was so warm up here and you understood why Harry was so sweaty and hot now, not that you were complaining at all about how he looked because fuck did he look like a God below. You placed the flag between your pink trousered legs that matched your suit jacket, only to start pulling off your jacket, teasingly slow just for Harry, and throwing it off to the side so you were now just in your cream-white bralette and pink trousers. You were excited that you matched Harry.

The fans screamed so loud when it took your jacket off and pointed their cameras towards Harry, either to film his reaction, which was him just shaking his head and looking away from you otherwise he wouldn’t be able to control himself, or to encourage him to whip off his jacket too.

“Off, off, off!” The crowd shouted, you hoped to Harry because you having your tits out fully would probably get you arrested unlike you - double fucking standards just because you were a woman…

“Oh shut up! You can already see everything!” Harry laughed into the microphone, making you and everyone else laugh too. You wrapped the pride flag around you, tying it up so it wouldn’t fall off. Harry just held onto his instead.

The song began and you stood their, kind of awkwardly, waiting for Harry to let you know what you were allowed to do and where to go. Harry came over to you, strutting like he was on a cat walk, and twirled you around with the arm holding the flag. You laughed at how messy and uncoordinated you both were, having never performed this before now. When you were up here with him though, everything else sort of disappeared as if it were just you and him. It allowed you to become more comfortable in yourself and before long you were dancing around like a maniac.

You spiralled the stage, waving to fans and dancing how they were dancing too. You blew kisses and gave air hugs to people, complimenting the fans that you could see with their epic outfits. Harry was always on the same side of the stage as you, wanting to be as near to you as possible in case something went wrong, because then it did.

When the bridge part of the song came, Harry put down his microphone and started doing the dance that he choreographed in the TPWK music video. You quite happily danced along with him, pretending it was just you and him again dancing at home with one another instead of on a stage in an arena in front of thousands. It was going well until you accidentally tripped over a cable, falling over and landing on your bum. Harry was really worried at first, the song still playing in the background, but as soon as he saw you laughing he joined in and pulled you back up to him.

“Y’alright?” He shouted and you nodded, still laughing through the embarrassment and the shock. No doubt that would be trending on twitter tonight. You were just trying to give your best performance though, that’s all.

You and Harry danced through the rest of the song together, twirling around in each others arms and dancing as if nobody else was watching you but each other. It was so fun and you couldn’t believe that you’d actually been nervous at one point. You finished the song the same way the music video ended, Harry leaning over your arms and you holding him to make sure he didn’t fall. It was such a good finish and the atmosphere felt electric. It was charged with so much positivity, you swore you could never not be happy ever again.

Harry stood back up, giving you a kiss to your lips without second thought that everyone could see. You didn’t mind though because he tasted so good and felt even better. He made you so happy and you could just feel him giving off the same energy as you. You laughed as he let you go and took your hand for a bow.

“Y/N, everyone!” Harry shouted through his microphone and everyone cheered for you. You bowed once more to the other side of the stage, before collecting your jacket and running back off stage so Harry could continue the show without you.

He didn’t let you go without telling you he loved you so much, though.

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kywaslost · 3 years

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Comforting Student Reader ft. Aizawa and Present Mic

Warnings: crying, bad times, death, mourning

Requests are open!!

Although no one knows it, he always keeps an eye on his students. He can almost always tell when someone is upset.

He noticed how your actions changed. You were always quiet and reserved, daydreaming from time to time. You would always turn your work in, getting mostly A’s with a few B’s. So when you started failing the class with F’s and D’s, Aizawa knew something was wrong. He also noticed how everyday you would space out even more than you did before. He noticed the way you acted, slow and solum. He saw how sleep deprived you were. You had missing assignments and late work, unfinished tests and work.

Aizawa confronted you one day after class.

“L/N, stay after class please.” You nodded, taking in a shaky sigh. This day cannot get any worse, you thought. The bell rang and you packed up, walking slowly to Mr. Aizawa.

“Yes, sir?” you asked quietly, giving a fake smile. He sat on his desk, looking over you. Your uniform looked as if you had just thrown it on. Aizawa brought his eyes up to yours. He could see how dull the had become.

“L/N, what is going on?” Aizawa asked. You gave him a confused look.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned, although you knew exactly what he meant. Aizawa gave you a soft look.

“I think you know exactly what I mean,” he started.

You looked around nervously, avoiding his gaze. “I, I… I don’t know what you mean.” Aizawa stared at you for a moment, analyzing your body composition.

“Your grades have dropped drastically, you’ve started falling asleep in class,” he listed off. You looked away, ashamed. “Y/N,” he said, resting a hand on your shoulder. You looked up, surprised by both his hand and the use of your first name. “What’s going on?”

Tears welled up in your eyes. “Can you close the door?” you asked quietly. Aizawa’s face softened.

“Of course.” He closed the door and came back to you. He pulled two chairs to face each other and he sat down in one. When he saw that you hadn’t moved he motioned for you to sit and you did as asked. The two of you sat in silence for a while before you bury your face in your hands.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, silent tears falling down your face.

“It’s ok,” Aizawa said softly. “Take your time.”

Silence.

You lifted your head and Aizawa’s heart broke slightly. Although he would never admit it, Aizawa would die for his students and seeing them cry made him feel bad. He saw the tear tracks on your face and leaned forward.

“Y/N,” he said quietly. You looked at him. “You know you can trust me, right?” You nodded, sitting up.

“Yeah,” you answered and wiped the tears from your face. Once you compose yourself you decided to speak. “I’ve just been having a really hard time lately. I’m sorry,” you apologized again, tearing up.

“It’s alright,” Aizawa assured. “Can you tell me why?” You nodded.

“It’s just…” you took a deep breath, “My dad… he, he’s a pro hero and a villain hurt him pretty bad. He’s, he’s my only family left and the doctors said that they’ve done all they could.

Aizawa’s eyes softened as he stood, pulling you up with him. He pulled you into a hug, holding you tight. This caused you to burst into tears. Aizawa pulled you closer as you sobbed, clutching his shirt in fists. He used on hand to hold your head against him and his other to rub up and down your back in hopes to help calm you down.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Aizawa soothed, resting his chin on your head. He stayed with you until you had calmed down. When you finally pulled away you discovered how tired you really were. Aizawa saw it as well; the way you swayed slightly on your feet, the way your head bobbed down and how it took a lot of energy for you to keep your eyes open.

“Are you tired?” he asked with a small smile. You shook your head.

“No,” you slurred, rubbing your eyes and fixing your posture. Picking up your bag, you got ready to leave. “I need to get to my next class. I’m already late.” As you started to walk towards the door Aizawa caught your shoulder. You turned to face him and saw the look in his eyes.

“Yes you are, I can tell,” he said, stopping you. “I can tell you haven’t been sleeping for several days.” He smiled, “you’re beginning to look like me.” You smiled slightly as well. “Come with me.” You followed him to a room connected to the classroom, his office. You looked around to see a cot against one of the walls.

“Rest here,” Aizawa instructed. You cocked your head.

“What about class?” you asked.

“Who do you have?”

“Mr. Hizashi,” you answered, yawning.

“Alright,” Aizawa smiled. “I will let him know that you are with me. Now, rest. You really need it.” He ruffled your hair as you nodded. He turned to leave the room before you stopped him.

“Mr. Aizawa?” you spoke. He turned towards you and smiled softly.

“Yes?”

“Thank you,” you said, smiling slightly as well. “For everything.”

“You’re welcome,” he responded. “But, hey, don’t tell anyone about this. I can’t go around with people thinking I’m soft.” You giggled.

“Ok.” You laid down on the cot, suddenly feeling extremely tired. Aizawa watched you fall asleep and smiled, knowing that you’d be ok in the long run.

Since Hizashi has such an outgoing personality, he always tries to make sure his class is awake and happy. He tries to make school exciting for his students and fellow coworkers. He always enjoyed how you smiled and laughed at his jokes. He even enjoyed when you would sing along quietly to the ear-blasting music he played sometimes during class.

What happened that day was hard on the both of you. On your way to school a villian decided to attack in your area. Because you live on the outside of the city, the big heros were not around. You watched helplessly as the villian with a fire quirk snatched your brother, taking him. You screamed running forward. Pro heroes fought against the villain as you ran forward to fight back.

“L/N!” Present Mic yelled but that did nothing to stop you. “Stop!”

You continued moving forward as Hizashi grabbed you by the waist and pulled back.

“No!” you sobbed, suddenly aware of what was going on. Hizashi’s grip tightened as he pulled you away from the scene.

“Shh,” he shushed, trying to calm you down. He dragged you into an alleyway. You continued to scream and cry, fighting against Present Mic.

“(Brother’s name)!” you shrieked. You tried to use your water quirk to escape but red eyes stopped you.

“Y/N,” Aizawa called, running up to the two of you. He kneeled down in front of you. “You need to calm down. You’ll hurt Mic if you keep it up. Calm down, ok?”

Something in his voice calmed you and you quit struggling. He smiled softly and patted your head, blinking. He stood and ran off. “Stay with her Hizashi. We’ll be ok.”

You fell limp and both you and Hizashi fell to the ground. You grabbed his arms and sobbed harder with each scream you heard.

“Shh,” Mic soothed again. He pulled a pair of headphones from his bag and plugged them into his phone. Pulling up Youtube Music, he typed in (favorite artist) and placed the headphones over your head. Hizashi picked a playlist, rocking the two of you back and forth. After several songs you finally calmed down, breathing heavily.

“You are alright,” Present Mic whispered, very unlike him. “Would you like to go home?” He realized you couldn’t hear him.

“How is she?” Aizawa asked, running back over to the two. He saw Hizashi’s headphones around your head.

“Much calmer,” Present Mic answered. “But I don’t think taking her home would be the best option.” Aizawa nodded.

“She certainly is not in the right state of mind to go to class.”

“I can keep her in my classroom,” Hizashi offered. Aizawa nodded. “That way she isn’t alone or have to go to class.” He picked you up and you didn’t bat an eye. You lay limp and silent the whole way to UA. When the three of you arrived to Mic’s class, Aizawa and Hizashi noticed that your eyes were closed.

“F/N?” Aizawa said, tapping your foot. Your eyes snapped open and you shot forward. Hizashi nearly dropped you as you landed on your feet.

“Wow, it’s alright hot shot,” Hizashi said as he placed his hand on your back. You pulled the headphones down to hang around your neck, looking up to your two teachers.

“You’re going to stay with Present Mic today, alright?” Aizawa explained.

“What about class?” you whispered.

“Y/N,” Hizashi started, catching your attention. “We just think it’ll be better if you stay with me.” You thought about it for a moment before nodding. Aizawa left for his class. Your puffy red eyes met Mic’s and he smiled softly.

“You can sit over there,” he said, motioning to a desk in the front row. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. “Just relax, ok?” You took his phone and nodded, heading to the desk and laying your head down.

Hizashi kept an eye on you for the rest of the day. He even stayed quiet during his classes just in case you had fallen asleep. When someone tried to bother you, he’d get defensive and tell them to leave you be. He even brought you lunch, figuring you wouldn’t eat unless he sat down with you and ate. He kept a good eye on you for several months and talked with you to make sure you were ok. Let’s just say that you appreciate what your teacher has done for you.

#bnha #bnha fluff #bnha comfort #bnha hurt/comfort #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #aizawa fluff #bnha aizawa #shouta aizawa #aizawa #present mic

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⸺𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀 27: i should be over all the butterflies (finale)

i should be over all the butterflies | a chuuya x gn!reader smau

a/n: wow, so here's another smau coming to a close. this ended up being much longer than i thought it would be but it was entertaining to write until the very end. i hope you guys like the final chapter and please let me know what you think of it !!

also, i'm sure some of you have been curious about the title. well, it's actually based on the song 'still into you' by paramore. when i first listened to that song i kinda imagined vocalist!chuuya (it's because of the orange hair). if you like, give it a listen while reading this last chapter

ever since he first started performing with the mafia dogs, chuuya had never felt stage fright or even remotely anxious before singing onstage. he even surprised himself when he came to the realization that performing was just second-nature to him.

but god was he nervous now.

usually, he was the one who hyped up the crowd before playing but right now, chuuya busied himself with fiddling with the height of the mic stand as tachihara and dazai took on the role.

"hey everyone!" dazai yelled into the microphone. the crowd in front of the stage cheered in unison.

"you may know us as the mafia dogs," tachihara continued. "but right now, you can think of us as the newest members of the journalism club."

"yeah, we actually just sent our application forms earlier," dazai laughed, glancing sideways at chuuya with a look that expressed 'dude, your turn to say something.'

"so, uh," chuuya cleared his throat. "we're actually going to perform a new song."

the crowd cheered once again and that put a smile on his face. he scanned the people standing in the front row until his eyes landed on you. chuuya bit back a laugh at the matching mustard shirt and pants you were wearing that made it impossible for him to spot. right beside you was ranpo, in crutches but mostly leaning on oda for support.

chuuya took in a deep breath and calmed himself down. having akutagawa right next to him, who looked the happiest he's ever been as he fiddled with the buttons on his keytar, definitely helped.

"this song is actually dedicated to someone. well, two people," chuuya clarified after exchanging a look with dazai. "and, i hope our thoughts come across in this song."

chuuya nodded at dazai and akutagawa, feeling his breath swell in his chest as he began to sing.

"can't count the years in one hand that we've been together. i need the other one to hold you, make you feel, make you feel better"

the roar of the audience gave chuuya a surge of confidence and he grinned widely as he continued to sing. it was always a bit nerve-wracking performing a new song and hoping their fans would like it. after all, he and dazai just poured out their raw emotions into the lyrics and hoped for the best.

for a split-second, chuuya's eyes darted over to make you out in the front row of the crowd again. was that a grin on your face or was he just imagining things? chuuya tried not to let the anxiety grip him.

"because after all this time, i'm still into you"

but at the end of the day, chuuya knew he would "perish and die", in the words of dazai, if he never let you know how he felt.

"i should be over all the butterflies but i'm into you. and baby even on our worst nights, i'm into you."

chuuya could tell that everyone was getting into the song by the time the chorus hit. the audience was jumping up and down in unison to the beat. dazai was leaning into the microphone singing the back-up vocals. tachihara had a wide, gleeful grin on his face he played the drums. even akutagawa was bobbing his head up and down to the music.

seeing all of them getting into the song gave chuuya just a bit of courage to lock eyes with you in the crowd as he sang the next line that condense all of his feelings.

"yeah after all this time, i'm still into you."

...

as soon as the mafia dogs started playing the song, one of the first thoughts in your head was "damn, chuuya's pants look really tight" and then "damn, chuuya looks really good onstage."

you've known him practically your whole life and even though back then he demonstrated no inclination at all for being a band vocalist, it looked like chuuya was born to be one. on the one hand, you felt bad that you two weren't close for the past few years. you would have enjoyed watching their earlier band practices and showing up for his first gig or watching him brainstorm new songs.

but getting to know chuuya again, especially this side of him, wasn't so bad. he was your best friend after all. and thanks to that little introduction he made before singing the song, chuuya's intentions were now clear as day to you.

"let them wonder how we got this far 'cause i don't even need to wonder at all"

you weren't sure if he could make you out in front of the crowd all, even if your mustard ensemble, much less see the expression on your face. there were probably hundreds of students in the campus square all watching and cheering to the mafia dogs' new song. but maybe, just maybe--

and there.

chuuya unmistakably met your gaze in the crowd and you smiled broadly at him in return as he ended the first chorus.

"yeah after all this time, i'm still into you"

'jesus christ, chuuya,' you thought as you smiled to yourself. 'you could have just sent me a text.'

...

"just so we're clear... you do know the song is dedicated to you, right?" ranpo said.

"i'm not that fucking dumb," you scoffed, flicking him on the forehead. right after the talent show, the three of you gathered near a bench just outside your dorm building. the crowds were slowly starting to thin out as well.

"is it... safe to assume that," oda spoke slowly beside him. you laughed slightly at the apparent hesitancy in his voice. "the other person is... me?"

"oda, i'm proud of you," ranpo grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. as if on cue, a text notification from oda's phone rang.

"you should take that like, right now," you insisted.

"really?" oda looked between you and ranpo. "do you need help with--?"

"i'll make it up the stairs on my own," ranpo huffed. "i'm not that helpless you know."

"right," you rolled your eyes. "says the guy who--"

"uh, y/n?"

you turned around to see chuuya approaching the three of you with his hands in his pockets and his guitar in its case on his shoulder. ranpo pushed you slightly forward before hurrying back to the dorm building in his crutches. oda waved goodbye before heading off in the other direction, leaving you and chuuya.

"so."

"nice... outfit," chuuya nodded at your shirt and pants.

"well, i've always had a thing for monochrome," you laughed, placing your hands on your hips. "look at your outfit though. i mean, can you even breathe in those pants?"

"not going to lie, i almost passed out on stage," chuuya joked and the two of you laughed in unison. "so... what did you think about the song?"

"hmm," you cocked your head to the side. "i think that whoever that song is dedicated to must be very lucky."

"really? then does that mean--"

"ranpo would absolutely love to be your boyfriend. or tachihara's. or is it akutagawa?" you interrupted him. chuuya stared at you with his mouth open before you burst into laughter.

"you should have seen the look on your face!" you pointed teasingly. "like your mouth was all open and everything. i gotta say chuuya i really--"

before you could even finish your sentence, chuuya had wrapped a finger around one of the belt loops of your mustard pants, pulling you close and kissing you right on the lips. instinctively, your arms wrapped around his neck and you felt both of chuuya's hands on your waist.

"you should see the look on your face," he whispered in a low voice as soon as you two parted. the smirk on his lips was enough to make you want to cover your face with your hands.

"i hate you chuuya," you whispered back much to his amusement.

"oh yeah, it sure seemed like you do." he flicked you on the forehead for good measure before walking off, leaving you to catch up to him.

"hey, hey. how did that song go again?" you asked, skipping next to chuuya. "i should be over all the butterflies... it's pretty catchy! you're gonna sing it for me again, right?"

"i literally just sang it for you."

"aw but i want one that's just for me. please chuuya?"

"...fine. maybe tomorrow."

a/n: and that is the end of the series! what happens to the characters next is all up to you guys (i do love an open ending for my fics). let me know what you all think and thank you for reading my series!

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