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Ross Lynch: givemewhatuwant

*on tour with the driver era 2024*

“Y/N do you know where we are at?” Garrison calls from the back of the bus with all the boys.

The Driver Era has been on tour for about a month now, traveling all over the east coast showcasing their phenomenal songs that they made from scratch. I had the amazing opportunity to come on the tour as one of the equipment managers. This has been my biggest dream in my career, working at “The Doors Rock Shop”. It’s a well known instrument company in Atlanta Georgia where people would go to get a guitar and a crystal at the same time. I got this amazing job with touring The Driver Era with my cousin Poppy who is with us on tour as one of the tour photographers.

“Y/N!” Ryland shouts from the back. I look outside to see we are about to arrive to the venue in Asheville North Carolina. “we are about to pull up to the venue guys!” I said looking to the back of the bus and I see Ross in the hall with just pajamas pants on. “Word! i’m ready to stretch my legs and get out and move.” Ross said stretching his arms looking like he just woke up from a nap.

Ross and I have gotten really close on this tour. i’m normally not on their bus, i travel in a large van behind the bus with the crew. We haven’t stopped talking to each other whether it’s in person while im helping carry his beautiful gibson to him when he goes in for his solos or text. We make these jokes everytime I have to give his guitar to him in a show and I always make a bet with him about how many girls will scream “take your shirt off!”. Secretly I was jealous I couldn’t be those beautiful girls making him smile and shake his hips like that and pleading to take his shirt off for me. Having him as a friend is the best, I just know he could never like me that way. I’m his equipment manager, I lift speakers and drums for a living and he’s a fucking rockstar sex god. I mean look at his recent ex. like how can I compare to Jaz Sinclair. I have to be just a friend to protect myself from that energy.

Everyone ends up scattering across the venue to start their projects for the day. The show starts at 8 so I scramble around to the strings van to transfer the instruments to their spots on the stage so the boys can start soundchecking and tuning their guitars to the songs.

“Y/N why is it you’re always the one carrying the most stuff in the building when Greg is suppose to do that because of your knee.” Riker says from the green room where I walked in with a coffee for myself and him. “Riker i’m telling you Greg is so fucking slow I can’t bear watching him take 45 minutes to set up a guitar stand. I gotta get the shit done so I can actually enjoy myself for the day.” I express to him and i’m frazzled pinging from one corner of the stage to the other figuring out all the wires and amps so they can start their sound check.

“Y/N take a deep breath or a certain someone is going to come in here and see this and raise hell.” Riker laughed as he secretly points in the direction of Ross and Rocky’s green room. I roll my eyes and wave him off not believing a word he said.

Riker thinks he’s slick with trying to hook me up with Ross ever since we started the tour. i’ve seen the small hints of asking ross to come to me when he can’t find the setlist or where his extra picks are. Riker is basically our tour mom, he is making everyone smoothies and making sure everyone is hydrated before every show. Besides Ross, me and Riker have been attached to the hip.

“Shut up Riker before I grab a pair of scissors and cut your bass strings” I jokingly threaten him with a huge smile on my face.

“Oh God Riker what did you do to piss Y/N off again?” Ross said coming out of the side stage with a vintage baseball cap that says “i’m a local celebrity” with a white tee and baggy light washed denim pants. he slings his arm over my shoulder making us sway to the random song playing on the speakers. I look up to see him already looking down at me with that infamous smile he wears. “Nice Hat pretty boy.” i laughed and flicked the bill of the hat. “So which songs are we playing tonight? any newbies?” I smile back at him really hoping he’ll play one of my favorite songs at the show tonight. “Yes Y/N we are playing givemewhatuwant and Natural if that’s what you’re asking.” he chuckles and pulls away from me to pick up his guitar to start sound checking. I squeal and jump off the stage and start jogging to the doors to get the rest of the equipment “YES ROSS YOURE THE BEST” I scream at him and blow him a friendly kiss as I run out the door.

*Ross’ POV*

Y/N is the most precious and loving human I have ever met. she just brightens the room when she walks in. Whether it’s her bubbly personality or just her energy she radiates, it’s one of the reasons why I love having her close by. She makes me feel like life is worth living again. Heartbreak after heartbreak, I felt like love isn’t an option for me anymore. I have thousands of people falling at my feet but it never fills the void of feeling unloved. Hookups and one night stands can only do so much to the point even sex isn’t appealing to you anymore. Ever since Y/N walked into my life, it’s has taken a complete 180. I feel lighter. happier. I wake up excited for the day knowing I get to see and talk to the most beautiful woman I have ever met. She doesn’t compare to any girl I have ever been with or even seen. Befriending her was my first hit in the game and i’m ready for the home run. I want her to be mine. I need her to be my girl. I feel like I can’t live life without her by my side. she completes me in a way I have never felt before. I’m worried i’ll scare her away if I confess what i’ve been feeling inside. I just need to rip the bandaid and just go for it, be a man and express this to this wonderful girl.

*10 minutes before showtime*

*Y/N POV*

“what’s our bet tonight Ross?” I ask him walking up to the band. I just finished helping set up the stage for The Driver Era after Valé’s performance. She did amazing as she does every night. Tonight however the energy feels a bit off. Ross looks like he’s in his head about something and I just don’t know what. Everything went smoothly today and the crowd already has such a good vibe for the night, there’s nothing else to worry about. “Ross? You good?” I asked while rubbing his arm while he looks off in the distance.

“Yeah i’m good, just in my head a bit. Nothing to worry about, probably stage fright.” he has a fake smile plastered on his face to try and not worry me. I know him better than anyone that he is in his head about something and it’s definitely not stage fright.

“Do you need to talk before you go on? you are not good. you can try and fake smile at me but you know it’s not going to work. What’s going on in that head of yours?” I step forward to see his full face instead of the side and look up in those beautiful hazel brown eyes he adorns on his face. he sighs loudly and closes his eyes before opening them he says. “Y/N there’s been a lot of shit going on in my life and ever since I met you, it seems like everything disappeared when you walked in the room. You make me so happy and giddy to the point I get antsy when I don’t see you first thing in the morning. You light up my life and I know we only have known each other for a month but I feel it. My God I hope you feel it too so I don’t feel like the biggest idiot before this sold out show. I like you Y/N, I don’t want to wake up without you by my side. Please tell me you feel the same.” he pleads and grabs

my face in his hands and put his forehead to mine.

“Just shut up and kiss me Ross. I’ve been waiting way too long for you to say those words. I just need your lips on mine before you-“ he slams his lips on mine before I could sentence my sentence. I wrap my arms around his neck melting in his arms loving every second of this moment.

“Ross let’s go! you’ll have plenty of time to make out with Y/N after the show, come on!” Rocky shouts from the side stage making us break away from our heavy kiss. I smile and push him towards his brother. “Lucky for you i’m going to be in the pit with Poppy helping her take photos. I promise to get the best angles, I might sneak a couple just for my entertainment.” I smirk and he laughs and kisses my cheek and runs on stage right on his cue.

The boys are rocking out and came out full throttle. I’ve been helping poppy this show because one of the extra photographers called out and couldn’t make it. I can already feel the energy in this knowing it’s gonna be a great night. “ Y/N why has Ross been staring and smirking at you all night? Did he finally have the balls to do it?” She smirks at me side glancing to the stage. I look up and sure enough he’s staring at me with hooded eyes with his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. He squats down to my level and curls his finger for me to come closer. I take a step towards him and he whispers “you are making it incredibly hard for me to stop this show and take you backstage to have my girl strip that skirt off so I can fuck that beautiful pussy.” he kisses my earlobe and pulls away before I could even react. my jaw drops and I step back and look at poppy and she’s busting out laughing at my reactions and hugs me and squeals in excitement. She always said from day one that Ross will end up falling over me. I brushed it out because of stupidity and insecurities. Now i’m like ‘fuck she’s right…. again’.

“That man is already planning the wedding in his brain and he hasn’t even gotten in your pants yet. I saw the kiss when I was setting up. “ She says while snapping pictures of the band while they play “Natural”. I get excited and dance and sing along. I decide to tease ross a bit, i shake my hips to the beat and drag my palms up my stomach making my shirt ride up a bit. He notices and bites his lip and tilts his hat down and looks at me with sultry eyes. I wink at him and flick him off. he smirks and proceeds to perform the rest of the song.

The show finally ended and the boys are celebrating in the green room with a couple of drinks. I finished my job for the night when I start searching for Ross to actually start my night. I feel hands wrap around my middle and I instantly melt when I smell fresh body wash and sandalwood. “Let’s go to the bus, I promise to keep my hands to myself” Ross mumbles kissing my neck with his hands roaming my hips pulling me closer to his warmth. I chuckle and turn my head to see his face and tease his lips with mine before I dart towards the direction of the bus. I hear his laughs behind me when I get up to the door to the bus.

he meets me inside and starts teasing my neck again guiding me to the back of the bus. He closes the sliding door and locks it in place. I arch my neck towards him in a way to let him know I want his lips on me. He starts sucking on my neck behind my ear. he kisses all the way to my lips and he slams his lips on mine. I moan and run my fingers through his hair and tug at the ends. He groans in my mouth and starts unzipping my corset like top. I gasp when I feel the cold air on my bare back. The shirts comes loose from my body and falls at our feet. “Beautiful” He whispers to himself when he see my breasts in full exposure. He starts peppering kisses all over my breasts and he cups his lips around my nipple and start sucking to drive me wild. I moan a sound that has never escaped from me before and I tug his face up to mine “Just fuck me already Ross. I need you so bad. Feel how wet I am” I whimper grabbing his hand and pressing it to my core. he rubs his fingertips against the sensitive nub and I moan loudly biting my lip. He shrugs his pants off and throws his shirt somewhere while I undress myself as fast as I can. “I wanted this to be slow and make this moment last as long as possible but I can’t bear anything anymore. I need to be inside you baby.” Ross said as he slips on a condom with a groan. He pushes the tip towards my entrance and I close my eyes waiting for the first push. “Look at me Y/N. I need to see your face” he pleads. I open my eyes the same time he enters me and I gasp at the size of him. He slowly thrusts in and out letting me get used to his size.

“Faster Baby. Fuck you feel so good” I scream as his pace picks up. he grabs my leg and throws it over his left shoulder slamming his hips into the back of my thighs. He presses a hand against my stomach and I moan feeling him deeper inside of me. “Fuck baby I can feel it. My god your pussy is perfect. You’re so tight, you were made for me” He groans fucking me harder making me slam a hand on the window beside me. “Ross i’m so close. please let me cum. fuck baby” I moan in his ear and drag my nails down his back. “Yes baby. Let go for me. Cum all over my cock. Make a mess of me. “ he slams his hips into mine as we both hit our climax at the same time. he thrusts slowly while we come from our highs. I breathe heavily and rest my head on the armrest of couch. Ross slowly lays his head on my breast letting some of his weight fall on me. I run my hand through his hair and just smile wanting this moment to never end.

“Whatcha thinking about beautiful?” he asked slowly pulling out making me wince. “Just realizing how did I get this lucky? I don’t deserve you.” my eyes start tearing up looking at his eyes and studying all of his features. “You don’t deserve me? You got it all wrong baby. You are the most beautiful human I have ever laid my eyes on. We are meant to be here in this moment for a reason and I know down the road we will look back at this time and just laugh and smile about all these memories we have made together. I want to make memories with you forever Y/N. l- I love you so fucking much I can’t hold it in anymore.” He rambles sitting up on the L shaped couch and pulling me to his chest. I breathe in his scent and close my eyes. “Ross, I love you so much it makes it hard for me to breathe. I’ll love you to the day I die.” I look up at him and he slams his lips on mine putting a hand over my heart to feel the thumps of my rapid heartbeat. Our lips move and he slips his tongue in and our tongues dance along together lazily.

We finally had the energy to get up after 30 minutes of lazy kisses and just appreciating the moment we just shared. Everyone comes back to the bus after the celebratory shots.

“So where did both of you guys run off too earlier?” Garrison asked slipping on a hoodie and a crochet bucket hat I made for him in Wisconsin. “I don’t kiss and tell but it was definitely fun for sure.” Ross winks and pulls me to sit on his lap.

“They fucked in the back of the bus. there’s a hand print on the window to prove it.” Ryland said smirking into his tequila soda. I roll my eyes and tap the bottom of his cup to make it spill all over his neck and shirt. “Y/N what the fuck dude!” he shouts snatching napkins from Riker. I laugh so hard I snort and then that makes everyone in the bus have a laughing fit. I lean my head back on ross’ shoulder and he kisses the top of my head whispering “I love you” in my ear. my eyes start drooping and I fall asleep on the love of my life and already can’t wait to wake up to experience this life with him.

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hooned · 2 months

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babygirlism runs in his veins 🎀

#enhypen #enhypenet #*jelly's #jake #sim jaeyun #i wanted to add more gifs here but my class starts in 30 minutes aaah #look at him though huhu the cutest little baby #one thing about concerts in japan is that they will have the prettiest shots !!

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pterosounds · 29 days

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Chappell Roan @ College Street Music Hall, New Haven, CT - 4/3/24 (pt 5/5)

see more in the series

#chappell roan #chappellsource #chappell outfit series #REALLY sick shots #especially the kaleidoscope keyboard one #my post #concert photography #midwestprincesshq

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darkacademiablues · 3 months

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Arctic Monkeys (Alex Turner), Philippines 2023

credits: chrrrmaine

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years

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hi, i'm from brazil and i'm obsessed with your writing. I was always ashamed to ask for a request because English is not my first language but I would love to read this one. where harry and YN sing "Summer Nights" together on stage while dressed as Danny and Sandy please this seems to be perfect in my mind

Summer Nights

anon: OMG HARRY AS DANNY AND 1D!YN AS SANDY LIKE SHE DID IN HIGH SCHOOL

A/N: I THOUGHT THE SAME WHEN I SAW HIM COME OUT ON STAGE!!! and Mrs Sarah Jones looked absolutely GORGEOUS as sandy 😍

SINCE 2010 masterlist

As Harry taps his fingers in the air along with the ending notes of Love Of My Life, his heart starts to quicken in anticipation.

It's not long before the beginning notes to Summer Nights begin to play and the fans go into a frantic frenzy when they notice the rising platform in the middle of the stage is slowly bringing someone dressed in Sandy's yellow, high school outfit. But not just, anyone: YN's faux shy demeanor comes up on the big screens above the stage. She has her hands clasped together in front of her as she slightly sways from side to side.

Harry can't help but look toward his fiancée with a loving smirk planted on his lips.

It was only fitting that after singing this song he should bring out the actual love of his love, right?

"Is the box even gonna be big enough?"

"Yeh callin' me fat?" Harry breaks out into a smile when she lets out a giggle from his teasing question. "'Course it is, baby. Just gotta cuddle for a little bit s'all."

"Oh m'sure you love that," YN playfully rolls her eyes as she watches her fiancé scoot into the black equipment box they use to roll him out to the middle of the stage.

Harry extends a hand out to his love as she uses the other one to gather her ankle-length skirt. Once she settles in between his legs, her back to his front, and he immediately wraps his arms around the top of her chest.

"Have fun in there, Love Birds," Jeff bends forward to give a wave to the couple. Anthony holds his camera to his face and immediately captures the way the two flip off his manager. After the crew members get the 'go' from the pop stars, they make sure the couple is secure in there before lifting the side of the black box and starts to roll them out.

"How are yeh feeling, rockstar?"

"Better with you here," Harry presses his lips to her temple, careful not to mess up her make-up, as she lovingly rubs her thumb over his hands. As they continue to get rolled out, they can hear the fans screaming and chanting his name.

Once they get under the stage and out of the box, YN's eyes shamelessly wander over his outfit. He looks absolutely delicious in his Danny Zuko; from his leather jacket to the black eyeliner behind the sunnies resting on his nose. She feels giddy and dizzy, and it still surprises her that he makes her feel that way after so many years.

"Yeh know, this is gonna be the first time yeh gonna be performing in black skinny jeans since we were in the band." Harry looks up from fixing his leather jacket and is met with her loving smile.

"But this time, I'll finally get to hold you the way I wanted to way back when. C'mere," YN instantly walks into his open arms and she tilts her head back so he can plant his lips on hers, both unaware of Anthony taking pictures of them just for the couple to have.

"I love you, YN."

"I love you, Harry," She giggles with a bite of her bottom lip and Harry falls in love with her all over again. "Have fun out there, okay?"

He nods before giving her a final peck, "See you in a bit."

"Summer lovin', had me a blast," Harry sings, solely focusing on her.

"Summer lovin', happened so fast," YN flutters her eyelashes, looking upward. She gives him a flirty smile back and his dimples dig into his cheeks just the way she likes as they begin to slowly take steps towards each other.

"I met a girl crazy for me."

"Met a boy cute as can be,"

Harry huffs out a laugh when she playfully fans herself.

As the couple walks around the stage, they take their steps on the beat and groove to the music. YN's heels add her own flare to the costume choice as Harry did with his by the red, glittery Harryween on the back of his black shirt.

They both can anticipate that their cheeks would be sore the next day from smiling so much as they sing and prance around the stage. It was hard not to! Especially when Harry faces YN and gyrates his hips at the line, "We made out under the dock," as John Travolta did in the film. But what makes the fans go even crazier is when YN breaks from her Sandy character persona to run a hand down his chest, throwing her head back and moving her hips like Harry's.

The fans scream out for the millionth time at the sight of Harry taking a hold of her left hand and bringing it up to his lips for a kiss before he makes his way to the other side of the stage. On their own catwalks, the two slowly make their way down the ends to sing their harmonized high notes. It was interesting to see the difference between how they do so: Harry with his eyebrows furrowed, mouth open wide with an arm in the arm while YN does so effortlessly with a beaming smile.

The lights on the stage go out with the music, but it's not over just yet. The fans lose their entire being when the Love Band begins to play Hopelessly Devoted. Still at the end of the catwalk, YN begins to sing the infamous song sung by the late Olivia Newton-John.

As she makes her way around the middle of the stage, it suddenly becomes a surreal experience. She gets flashbacks from when her secondary school put on a musical production of Grease. Being a supportive best friend to Louis, she accompanied him for his audition only to be energetically persuaded by the music director to audition as well. The angsty teenager reluctantly dragged her feet onto the small stage and sang the sorrowful song for shits and giggles—only for her to get the lead role.

Now instead of singing this song in a tiny auditorium in her school's pocket-sized theater, YN passionately sings the words to a sold-out show in one of the most famous arenas in the world. If her younger self could see her now...

She makes a point to stop by in front of a particular section on the side of the arena and immediately spots the older woman with a head full of gray hair and a matching Sandy costume in the front row. Her old secondary school music teacher has her hands to her chest and occasionally brings one up to wipe the rouge tears from her eyes. YN blows her a kiss, one which immediately gets reciprocated back tenfold.

When planning to perform this song, the couple decided to arrange it as a duet, but the words get caught in Harry's throat as the sight and sound of her. How can he possibly sing the chorus along with her as she makes her way towards him, a loving smile on her lips and singing those lyrics directly to him?

He looks like a love-sick idiot with his back toward the audience while looking at his fiancee with hearts in his eyes.

My head is sayin', "Fool, forget him" My heart is sayin', "Don't let go"

YN grips onto the front of his black shirt and Harry instantly gravitates closer to her. He doesn't care that he's standing in front of thousands of fans and even more who will share their videos online; the world around him fades away when she's near. That's why he doesn't give a second thought about maneuvering his way behind her, wrapping his arms around her torso, closing his eyes, and resting his chin lovingly on her shoulder.

"Hold on to the end", that's what I intend to do I'm hopelessly devoted to you

The arena bursts into a fit of excited screams as they watch the couple lovingly sway together, their heads pressed against one another with YN's hand over his arms.

But now there's no way to hide

YN maneuvers them so that they're facing each other and he wastes no time dipping down to wrap his arms around the bottom of her back, his body molding her.

Since you pushed my love aside I'm outta my head

The fans see the way Harry fondly looks at her, his eyes bouncing around her face as she leans back slightly, her shoulders pushing and pulling together as she hits those notes and riffs beautifully.

Hopelessly devoted to you

YN puts a hand on her fiance's cheek, declaring her love and devotion to the man she's going to spend the rest of her life with. He's so close to her that his nose bumps into hers and he sings the lines with her.

As the song comes to an end, another wave of screams fills the room as the couple stays hugged together. A split second before the lights go out, fans recording were able to capture the way Harry dips his head down to capture her lips.

"Make some noise for my Sandy, YN YLN!" Harry throws his hands in the air to encourage the audience to scream as loud as they can for his fiancée—not like they needed it as they can practically feel the stage vibrate underneath their feet.

She holds the side of her skirt as she bends down in a curtsy before mouthing the words thank you so much to everyone surrounding her. She even scrunched up her nose in a giggle when Harry and the Love Band begins to pump their fists and bark along with the audience.

"Oh, shut up," YN laughs into her microphone. "Thank you, Harry for having me. Thank you, Los Angeles, and have a good rest of yeh night. Happy Harryween!"

The barking still continues as she walks down the steps of the stage and to her place by the barricade where Harry asked to her stand so that when the show comes to an end, they can run out in between the fans hand in hand.

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harrysdaydream-tpwk · 11 months

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part 1 - how you meet

summary: part one, harry and y/n meet for the first time. it isn’t smooth sailing, but shes intrigued.

warnings: none

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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“Fuck, shit!”, you swore, hitting the espresso maker, once and then again, when the only thing it did was to spew more steam at you, fogging up your glasses.

“You alright?”, one of your coworkers asked and you nodded, though defeated.

“You think you can take over preparing the drinks for me, while I’ll handle the register? If I have to fight this machine one more time, something will be broken and it will either be my hand or the coffeemaker.” You looked at him desperately, your hands folded together in a silent plea.

“Alright, alright”, he laughed, “Don’t want to call an ambulance because you couldn’t control your anger. At least I won’t have to deal with asshole customers anymore.” He passed you and you blew him a bunch of exaggerated kisses before sliding right behind the cash register, slightly more motivated to finish the rest of your shift than before.

It was unusually quiet for Friday afternoon, normally all of the tables would’ve been taken- from desperate college students trying to finish their essays to single mothers, hoping to rekindle their failed love life. Although the job was a pain in your ass and barely covered all the bills and loans you had to pay off, it always had something to offer for your personal entertainment.

But now, as you waited for something to happen, other than the few fifteen years olds throwing straws at each other in the corner booth, you felt terribly bored. Your elbows quickly found their way to the counter and you put your chin in your waiting hands, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.

The nameless indie music idling out of the speakers above your head lulled you in a state of trance as you stared at the passer-by’s outside of the store, the big glass front not sparing you any detail. Even your coworker, who was the only employee inside the store besides you, had sat down on a few cases of soda stacked together, blasting TikTok and its annoying sounds throughout the whole store, but in this moment you couldn’t care less.

Then, suddenly, you were ripped out of your daydreaming by the bell ringing above the door and you stood up fast, startling not only the newcomers, but yourself as well.

“Hey, welcome in. Is there anything I can get started for you?”, you asked, peering at the three men, who just stared for a moment, as if assessing the situation. Weird.

The place you worked at was in a small side street, away from the bigger crowds, with quirky names for almost all of the things you had on your menu, so you gave your new customers a second to understand and choose something from your assortment.

Before you could turn away and pretend to be busy, one of them spoke up, though quietly, you could barely hear him.

“Hi. Sorry, we didn’t expect such an enthusiastic greeting. Is there anything you would recommend?” His voice was deep and gentle and you couldn’t help but admit that he looked exactly like the kind of man you would usually go for.

“I don’t know”, you reply, your voice now back to its usual octave and enthusiasm- or rather the lack thereof, “I usually just get the Iced Caramel Macchiato.”

To this day, you still refused to read any of the actual names of the drinks out loud.

“I’ll take that one then”, the man said, smiling at you. You nod as you type his order into your register.

“Anything else?”, you asked, smiling your “customer service smile” as your friends jokingly called it and the other two men nodded, replying with their orders.

“Alright, will that be to-go or are you staying in?” You waited for a second while they looked at each other and thought to yourself “That question couldn’t have been that hard”.

Finally, the guy with the long, brown hair mumbled “To go, please.”

“Okay then, swipe your card whenever you’re ready. And I need a name to call when your coffee is done.”

“Harry”, the guy who spoke to you first replied and stepped forward, pressing his card on the card reader. You nodded satisfied.

You turned around briefly, to check if you coworker, Charlie, got the order. Pleased that he was already on it, you directed your gaze back to the front of the store. Startled, you reeled back. Harry, who was the only one still standing in front of the counter, was starting at you intently. The other two had fallen back, standing near the door, as if they were waiting- no rather watching out for something- or someone.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?”, you inquired, observing how his shoulders rode up defensively. He was wearing a long, blue jacket, a hat and sunglasses and if you were honest, his outfit looked absolutely ridiculous. Paired with the black nike shorts, he looked a bit mismatched, like he was unsure whether it was warm out or not. You could’ve easily answered that question, seeing as you had been sweating profusely since you left your studio apartment this morning.

You were sure you looked disgusting, your uniform clinging uncomfortably to the body parts you most certainly didn’t want them to stick to, mascara probably smudged from the humidity from the steam that had been blowing in your face earlier.

How he managed to still look fresh, even with the thick jacket on was an absolute mystery to you.

“No, no, sorry. I like your button”, he answered, referring to the grumpy cat pin your mother had gifted you a while ago. It was ridiculous and cheesy, but it reminded you of home, so you wore it anytime you felt even slightly homesick. You debated telling him as much, but you weren’t up for much of a conversation, so you settled on a polite “Thank you.”

He smiled and nodded.

“Order for Harry?”, Charlie called and the man looked around, rather paranoid, as if he was scared someone was going to jump up from behind the counter any second.

“That’s me”, he said, still shyly smiling at you before turning towards the pick-up station.

“Have a nice day”, you called out sarcastically behind him and he waved, walking out the door, his company joining soon after.

You exhaled deeply and turned towards Charlie again, who suddenly squealed loudly. “Oh my God, what?”, you said, clutching your hand over your chest.

“Do you know who that was?”, he asked, excitedly, “Harry fucking Styles. And I think he liked you with all that staring he did.”

“No, it wasn’t. Was it?”, you asked disbelievingly. He nodded, “Oh, yeah. It was him. I’d recognize him anywhere. I think he’s actually having a show in town tonight.”

“But why would he come in here out of all places? I mean, we’re far away from anything slightly entertaining or fun.” You looked at Charlie quizzically.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, “Maybe that’s exactly the point. What are the odds of getting recognized by hoards of fans in a small shop like this?”

“I guess so.”

You grabbed a wet cloth from the sink, starting to wipe down the counter, not able to shake the fact that superstar Harry Styles just walked into your workplace, however annoyed you might’ve been at that moment, it had felt oddly right and somehow meaningful. You touched the pin on your apron carefully, smiling at the chipped feeling of the plastic fading at the edges.

Two days later, the incident- which was how Charlie kept calling it, was nothing but a fun story you could tell your friends and something to be teased about by your coworkers. Yes, you had been kind of rude to him, maybe you could’ve been a bit nicer. Treat People with Kindness or whatever he always preached. But it was in the past now. It wasn’t like you would ever see him again.

At least that’s what you told the part of yourself that kept insisting that maybe he would return- the nagging voice that believed Charlie, who kept shooting you meaningful glances whenever one of Harry’s songs played on the radio.

You were in a middle of a lunch rush, the small room of the shop packed with people, when your wishful thinking suddenly became reality. Right in the middle, as if the crowd had split in two, he appeared. Or maybe he had just entered through the door like everyone else did and patiently waited in line. You couldn’t be sure.

“Harry, hi”, you greeted sincerely, when he approached the counter, “What brings you back?” You smiled ruefully, thinking about your last interaction.

“Hi. Slightly better mood today, huh?” So he had picked up on it last time. Your eyes travelled down his body quickly- you couldn’t help it, sue you. He was wearing a white button down this time, messily tucked in a light washed pair of denim shorts- although he managed to make it look stylish- and no sunglasses. His hair was hidden by a yellow crochet bucket hat. Cute.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know who you were and I wasn’t having a good day. What can I do for you today?”, you apologized.

“I think everyone deserves kindness, even if they weren’t popular. But it’s alright, can’t always be nice, especially in customer service. I get it, worked in a bakery for some time back at home.” He took his own shtick quite seriously you noted, but smiled politely.

“I would love to talk to you some more, but the place is packed right now. Is there anything I can get for you?”, you tried again.

“Yeah, yeah”, he chuckled, “I’ll get the Iced Caramel Macchiato again, it was really good the last time and also-“, he paused for a second, looking at your display of pastries, “One of the vegan carrot cakes, please.”

“Sure, anything else?”

“No, that’s all, thank you.”

You finish the transaction and say goodbye before tending to the next customer, a middle aged woman raising her eyebrows impatiently at you.

The rest of your shift goes by smoothly, with only a few minor incidents disrupting your flow. It all felt to good to be true, your interaction with Harry still in the back of your mind. The conversation had left you unsatisfied, craving more.

You didn’t know much about him, besides that he was Harry Styles and apparently currently on tour. He shared something with you and you couldn’t help but wonder if there would’ve been more if you had just let him talk. That’s what you reprimanded yourself for as you took of your apron and the shirt you wore for work in the locker rooms, pulling on a black hoodie with a nonsensical print on the front.

“I’ll see you tomorrow”, you yelled in the general direction of the store as you leave through the back door, a cigarette already waiting to be lit in your right hand. It was a bad habit and you were desperate to stop smoking- but on days like this it was the only thing keeping you sane.

“Hey”, a voice suddenly called and you shot up surprised, the cig almost falling out of your mouth. You took a quick drag before lowering it. Turning around, you spotted Harry of all people leaning against the wall of the back of your shop.

“Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?”, you asked disbelievingly, clutching your chest dramatically.

“Sorry, one of your coworkers told me what time you get off. They also told me your name”, he explained, peering at you with his green eyes. Fuck, why did he have to be so handsome?

“Stalker-much?”, you couldn’t help but ask, only half joking. You brought your cigarette up to your lips again, inhaling deeply, before blowing out the smoke through your nose- welcoming the rush the nicotine gave you.

“I just wanted the chance to have a conversation with you, Y/N”, he said, rolling his eyes, but smiling at the same time. It was weird hearing your name out of his mouth.

“Why?” He shrugged helplessly, observing you smoke for a second before answering.

“Fuck if I know. Couldn’t stop thinking about you, even on stage, and my friends kept teasing me. I’m in town until tomorrow, then I’m off to Cardiff.”

“Yeah, I get it. My coworker Charlie kept wagging his eyebrows at me everytime he saw someone wearing your merch. He was the one preparing the drinks for you.” You hoisted up your tote bag, which kept slipping of your shoulder.

Harry chuckled. “He did a pretty good job if I do say so myself. The Macchiato was really good. Cashier had some perks too though.”

“He’ll pass out if I tell him what you just said. But tell me more about this cashier. Were they cute?”, you flirted back, a smirk on your face.

“Oh, very. I was hoping it’d get her number by chance”, he tried as you threw the butt of your cigarette on the pavement, stomping it out with your checkered Vans.

“Well, you’re in luck. It’s not everyday an international pop-star asks me for my cell. Can’t resist your charm”, you said quietly. His shoulders dropped slightly, as if remembering his position in the world, but he caught himself.

Harry hands you his phone and says, “Just type it in yourself. It’s always easier this way.”

You nodded, taking his phone with clammy hands. What a weird, surreal world you were suddenly thrown into. The fact that he trusted you enough to just pass you his phone. The fact that he was standing opposite you, watching you, being interested in you. You wondered if this was all a dream you’d suddenly be woken up from.

But no one did. This was reality, you realized as you pressed the cellphone back into his waiting hand, brushing it with the movement. You looked at each other for a moment.

“The cute girl from the coffee place? Really?”, he asked and you giggled. Honest to God giggled. What has your life become?

Harry pocketed his phone, letting his hands hang loosely at his sides. “Well”, he cleared his throat, “I have to go. Rehearsals and all that. I’m already too late. I’ll text you?” He looked at you hopefully.

“Sure”, you answered, smiling softly, “I’ll be waiting.” You step closer, standing on your tiptoes and pressed a light kiss to his cheek- a barely there brush of lips, but he still blushed.

“I’ll see you around, H.”

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well, this marks the first part of my first ever series on this account. i’m actually so excited to see what people think. don’t forget to leave a like& follow for more<3 stay tuned!

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles concert #harry styles fluff #harry styles oneshot #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x fem reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfiction rec #harry’s house #harry styles wembley #harry styles au #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfictio #harry styles love on tour #harry styles x non famous!reader

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"What's their name again?" Kylian's question came with a raised brow, his hand adjusting the costly watch sitting on his left wrist. You were both in the backseat of a taxi heading to the venue, your beau in Jordan's and a tan cargo, unsuspecting of the event you were attending.

"Deftones." You had finally convinced your boyfriend to come with you to a concert and the moment you saw your favorite band playing in Paris, you couldn't have passed the occasion. Aware of his status and busy schedule, you knew you had to make the most out of all the hours you could spend with him during the week, and surprising him with a new experience seemed fitting.

"And remind me what kind of music do they play?" You cozy up next to him on the seat, linking your arm with his and dropping your head on his upper arm.

"Oh, just R&B. You'll love them I promise." You tilt your head with the most innocent smile you could muster up and squeeze his hand on your lap, leading him on. With the hand holding yours, his thumb sticks out to trace meaningless patterns on your skin.

"I trust your taste." If it wasn't for the absurdity of the situation, you could've melted at his words and the preciosity of his naivety. Despite everything, you knew telling him you were going to see a metal band would've sprung an immediate reluctance and you had to use a bit of ingenuity to make him get rid of his bias.

For now, the aux you had politely asked the driver to plug was playing a Brent Faiyaz song, Kylian's light foot-tapping to the rhythm almost as melodious as his voice. You spent the entire ride bickering over who got to pick the next song, ultimately letting him win the fight each time, scared that he'll hate the music later anyways.

"We've arrived." At the driver's announcement, Kylian whips out a beanie and some sunglasses he had stolen from you, his usual attire to hide away from the public. What made you smile at the whole ordeal each time was that he didn't know that those two accessories did not conceal his identity but made him all the more attractive to your eyes.

As soon as you step out of the taxi, a man you assume to be a tour manager greets you both and leads you to the back entrance of the relatively big concert venue. Kylian puts a hand on the small of your back to guide you through the lengthy alleyways and your cheeks redden, not at the gesture, but in anticipation of what was he was about to discover.

The manager's small talk abruptly ends as soon as he opens the door to a secretive area of the arena and lets you both in. You take a few seconds to take in the grandeur of the place, your eyes sparkling with pure exhilaration and joy. Kylian uncharacteristically ignores the man's request to take a picture with him and his ramble about the world cup final. He was too enthralled in the way your eyes were flicking from one spot to the other, taking in the energy that reverberated throughout the room and your beam making his heart swell at the sole look at it.

The young footballer was snapped out of his trance when you turned to look at him over your shoulder and mouthed to take the picture with the poor man, which he did in a hurry to get back to your date. "Excited?" He asked when he came back to you and finally removed his beanie and shades in the secluded area. He was still oblivious to who was about to perform in a few minutes, despite his attire so obviously clashing with hundreds of fans clad in black jeans and black eyeliners.

In that sense, you were glad you had taken him to a Deftones concert, almost certain that their audience was probably not one to freak out upon seeing him. You selfishly gloated at the fact that it'd humble him just the slightest. "Beyond." Your nod came with yet another squeeze of his hand and the brightest grin adorning your features.

As soon as the lights turned off, your heart dropped and Kylian laughed upon seeing you excitingly tapping your feet up and down on the floor like a child. When the band members started coming out, he started suspecting you had not brought him to an R&B concert but he'd have even attended a country music concert if it meant seeing you as happy as you were in that moment.

Once the band had started playing their first song, 'Change' which coincidentally was your favorite, you turned around in the confined space that was your private spot on the balcony to look at him. To your surprise and much to your despair, his eyes were fixated on your frame rather than the stage.

"Look at them, not me!" You scowl at him, to which he only slowly shook his head, a smile slowly creeping on his face.

"Why? It's a better view." His arms were crossed across your chest, his head laying on top of yours while he swayed you both lightly at the music. You rolled your eyes at his corny retort, content nonetheless that he seemed to appreciate the music.

"It's like you never had wings." Your mutter of the song's lyrics came in a slow breath before whipping your head back up to your date "Now, you feel so alive." In the same cadence as the main singer, you dramatically resume your theatrics and hold his cheek in your palm "I've watched you change."

"Media says it a lot but I wouldn't say I've changed that much." Kylian says matter-of-factly, earning a slap on his chest from you and a dirty look. His apology could not even be heard when the crowd started screaming the chorus and banging their heads in what looked like perfect unison. This was definitely not his crowd nor his typical Sunday night but oddly enough, he felt a deep sense of gratitude that you had put up a plan to bring him to your favorite band's concert. You were aware that he would have rented out an entire arena for them to only perform for you if you had told him the truth initially.

"And when he smashed his guitar, that was so cool, right?" Your face was painted with elation, your lips slightly parted and your eyes wild. Kylian mindlessly nodded, too absorbed by your frantic rant to be able to answer with a coherent thought. You were both now walking around Paris, experiencing a dreadful post-concert high and gushing back and forth about your favorite parts of the show.

Your lover's impression of the concert was only amplified by how happy just two hours of music had made you. His heart swelled more and more, each minute you both passed strutting down the streets of the city, now in a comfortable silence. His infliction had come to an end upon arriving on your apartment's doorstep in Montmartre, the sun just now rising and leaving a pink hue on your face in the process.

"I'm glad you chose me to come with you tonight. " His clamor of adoration for you would come in upcoming sunrises. The farewell words put on his lips to mutter already heavy with a meaning you both didn't know the full amplitude of just yet.

#deftones?#kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x you #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe fanfic #football one shot #football imagine #football x reader #football fanfic #kylian x reader #kylian imagines #concert imagine #kylian x deftones

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dumbbullet · 29 days

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THE RAIN WAS A PAID ACTOR AT SLEEP TOKENS DALLAS RITUAL

Cant speak for anyone else but i am a wet cat and I had a religious experience.

#sleep token #dumb babbles #Started raining during rain and continued through the end of the concert and my god #I refused to leave my spot so I was just SOPPING wet by the end of it #Lawn was kinda chill and then the rain started and a flip switched. The cowards hid under awnings #The real ones were out there dancing in the rain SCREAMING lyrics #Anyways I love you ST community everyone be safe getting home next stop mother. fucking. Red Rocks #That is the BEST shot I could get of vessel lol enjoy the pixels. He killed it I hope he had a blast

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stellatekintsugi · 2 months

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Niall Horan

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mrsmess · 10 months

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#gilmore girls #literati #rory x jess #at that distillers concert #for my new one-shot #sacred tongue

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cafffine · 11 months

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✨So Much (for) Tour Dust concert ticket that I made for my friend and I at our show ✨

Bring back printed tickets!!

ID: A digitally illustrated concept for a Fall Out Boy So Much (For) Tour Dust printed concert ticket. The background is black, and the right side of the ticket reads ‘Fall Out Boy’ ‘Live’ ‘So Much (for) Stardust’ Each letter in the word ‘live’ are in a yellow star. Under the album title is a pink seashell with a winged lamb leaping on either side. Next to the lambs is the year ‘2023’. Framing the title and below illustration are two banners (the same ribbon banner from the album ‘From under the cork tree’) reading: ‘Sending my love’. Other details include: the words: ‘Presented by Stump, Wentz, Trohman, Hurley’, a bluish doberman dog with a thought bubble reading ‘What a time to be alive!’, and a ticket stub detailing seats for the July 5th Mountain View date. The ticket stub is framed with 8balls and the yin yang symbol. / end ID

#also. holy shit the concert #where does one even start I #I MISSED THEM #fall out boy #so much (for) stardust #so much (for) tour dust #fob Mountain View #fob #fall out boy fanart #fob fanart #my art #double shot

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omegalomania · 11 months

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not to brag but i was about 7 feet away from joe trohman and his mic was turned up and his vocals were so crisp and clear and also pete came to our side of the stage to do the lick lick salute during sugar

#fall out boy #*making poasts #id in the alt text #im v bad at snagging concert photos but we were SO close i had to get a couple #and i a couple decent shots like that one of joe SMILINGGGG #he was so silly and goofy the whole night #he would just wander over to give audience members picks #at one point one of the clear balls just nearly beans him in the head and bounces over onto the stage #and he just kinda shrugs and keeps playing #durin the start of tlotro he and andy were doing SOMETHING i dont know WHAT #he was like galloping in place?? and andy was losing his shit.#SILLY SILLY GOOFY BOYS!!!

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BELUCA CONCERT TEASER

#offguntaynew #offgun #taynew #offguntay #off jumpol #gun atthaphan #tay tawan #new thitipoom #thai actors #beluca concert #my gifs #bypiningbisexuals #I'M SO FUCKING HYPED OVER THIS THEY LOOK SO GOOD!!!#also that one shot where it's only offguntay is so funny lmao why isn't new in it #I mean slayyyy these are all three people I care about but stil :'))))

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doll-elvis · 10 months

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Elvis on stage: the death threats

“These people paid good money to see me perform and I’m not going to disappoint them… most of all, I’m not going to let some sick sonofabitch scare me off the stage” - Elvis Presley

In 1971, Elvis had just begun his engagement at the Hilton in Las Vegas when word of a death threat reached the group

An anonymous caller had informed Joanie Esposito, wife of Joe Esposito, that a man was driving to Las Vegas with the intention of shooting Elvis on stage. The anonymous caller said he had the name of the man along with the license plate of the vehicle, for this information the caller demanded $50,000

Joe Esposito promptly contacted the FBI, which put a listening device on Joanie's phone in case any further calls were made. They also had agents inspect the Hilton and take residence nearby. And Joe, not wanting to create any false panic, managed to keep this threat hidden from Elvis until it became too clear to conceal

Someone had placed a hotel menu with a portrait of Elvis on the cover in Elvis' personal mailbox (meaning the culprit was inside the hotel). The threat became very real when they discovered Elvis' face was scratched out and a gun was drawn that was pointing to his heart, with the words “Guess who?” and “Where?”. More FBI agents were dispatched to the location, as was the Secret Service, along with a medical team that had an ambulance equipped with bags of Elvis' blood type. Despite this, Elvis refused to cancel the performance ⬇️

“Before going on stage, Elvis called Priscilla and Lisa in Los Angeles. He didn’t tell them what was going on but just that he was thinking of them and wanted them to know he loved them. He spent some time alone with Vernon, and then went on stage, not knowing how he would come off…”

(story courtesy of “Portrait of a Friend” by Marty Lacker)

#bawling over the fact that he called Priscilla to tell her and Lisa Marie that he loved them one more time #and him spending time with his father before going on 😭#he really went on stage knowing that he could have gotten shot…#nobody has ever been more dedicated to their fans idc #I really wish now that they had done the scene differently in the film #also is anyone getting an inclination that this was inside job?#maybe some guys trying to get money from Elvis?#how else would they have the phone number of Joanie Esposito 👀#elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis #elvis history #elvis on stage #elvis fans #elvis photos #elvis concerts #70s elvis #70s #las Vegas

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my ultimate wish for this next era is they finally let Ryan go like they did Andy. I'm so sick of not getting the content we deserve. All the gatekeeping of tour diaries and now the crumbs of concert footage in that "documentary" yesterday. he was working for months on that? that's why we didn't get tour diaries? all that footage just goes in his vault now? Please.

Hello! I'm sorry to hear you felt disappointed by yesterday's special. However, I feel compelled to comment on a few objective points in your ask.

- "Live & Backstage in Amsterdam" was directed by James Tonkin, the same director (and production team, Hangman) they worked with on "The Feeling of Falling Upwards" (and the unreleased "Live in Brixton" special). Ryan was credited as director of the documentary footage and as a contributing editor (1 of 3) but the live footage and overall final program was not his work.

- Regardless of the particular creatives involved here (or in any given project for that matter), the fact remains that any directors, producers, photographers, etc are all hired hands operating with full input and specific direction from the band. The band chose to make this a hybrid concert film/documentary. The band chose to condense the setlist the way they did. The band chose this format over the traditional tour diaries. What happens to the unused footage will be determined by the band. Ryan is a friend but he is first and foremost an employee and the band owns that footage. (Likewise, the MYT diaries are not sitting on Andy Deluca's hard drive because he's "gatekeeping" or too lazy to edit it. If the band wanted them released, they'd be released.) All this to say, of course you don't have to agree with the decisions but it's important to clarify who your complaint is with.

- This concept of the band or their collaborators "gatekeeping" and fans not getting what we "deserve" is, to be blunt, entitled and immature. Being a fan does not make an artist indebted to you. They make music, if you feel so inclined, you listen. That's it. That's the extent of the contract. Anything beyond that is optional for both parties. Any content an artist chooses to release is not out of obligation or generosity, it's part business strategy, part artistic vision. Artists do not owe you anything. This band does not owe you anything.

#apologies for the long answer but clearly i had a lot to say (still do tbh)#i didn't link it bc it hit a lot of the same points but i answered an ask with similar sentiments last year about the CM promo era aesthetic #bottom line is at the end of the day these dudes are not our friends shit posting they are professional artists #artists trying to fulfill not just a creative vision but also business obligations #the people they work with are tools in the toolbox hired to help accomplish those goals #they don't get raw footage and do whatever they want with it - the band will always get final say #the hate their collaborators get is always so bizarre to me-whether it be their signature style or the manner in which they deliver content #the band hired these people for a reason 🤷🏻‍♀️#also just bc I have the time: Andy was not 'let go'#thru their work with 5sos andy & sarah have become quite prolific mv directors both individually and as a team #as well as continuing to be in demand live music photographers - andy literally shot depeche mode last week #ryan has also had a number of high profile ad campaigns he's shot this year #what I'm saying is they don't need 5sos lol #the band likes their work and is lucky to have access to collaborators that make them feel understood #i just... can't reconcile this 'we deserve' bit #this was the third concert special in as many years... we only had to pay for one... bc it was a global livestream #it's ok to be disappointed if it wasn't what you expected and i don't mean to invalidate that #but this concept of 'deserving' is a different thing especially in the context of this fandom where entitlement is an ongoing issue #so that's where this long ass answer is coming from lol #anyways that's my rant for the year - just in under the wire!#ask #anon

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can we see little snippets of bandmember!yn in the this is us movie I FEEL LIKE SHED BE SO FUNNY

This Is Us: YN’s Featurette

A/N: there are still so many scenes in this is us that i still wanna go deeper into so there's more to come!

SINCE 2010 masterlist

“She could be our mum one minute and the next she’s our little sister.” Liam chuckles from his seat on the back of the tour bus.

...

The band is in their backstage mini changing room as they prepare to head out on stage.

“Ni, what’ve you got all over yeh face?” The blonde lad tries to dodge out of the way when YN licks her thumb and rubs away at the leftover hot sauce on his cheek.

...

“Give ‘em back, you twats!” YN yells as she chases Niall and Louis down the venue hallway.

They were all dressed up—well almost all dressed—and ready to head on stage any minute until her two bandmates quite literally snatched her heels away from her feet while she sat in the dressing room getting some last minute touches on her makeup.

...

“YN and I grew up together so it’s nice to still have that sense of familiarity of home being away from home,” Louis nods from his interview spot in the venue hallway. "She will always be me little sister...which means that I know she can handle a joke every now and then."

...

Lou has YN sitting in front of a vanity as she does her hair in one of the venue dressing rooms. Zayn and Louis annoyingly keep throwing gummy bears on her lap.

When one hits her face, she gives the boys a warning looking with a raise of her eyebrow that makes them stop immediately, looking like school boys who were scolded by their teacher. But it softens when she looks forward again and pops a gummy past her lips.

...

“YN is just one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met," Niall explains from his seat in the top nook of the tour bus. "She's super talented with the guitar and that's something we initially bonded over when we first met a couple years ago. And along with Zayn, her voice gives us some edge and range. We'd sound very different without her."

...

There’s a clip of the band making their way up the steep, see through stairs on stage as they sing C’mon C’mon.

As everyone gets strapped in to get ready to be carried to the B-Stage, YN flips her ponytail behind over her shoulder before effortlessly hitting the song’s high notes. She leans her head back as she sings, getting lost in the song and feeling of being on stage doing something she loves.

The fun part is when all of the boys get to pretend to have shocked expressions on their faces, throwing thumbs her way like they didn’t know she could do what she did.

...

It’s one of the crew member’s birthdays and everyone celebrates with a song and cake. It doesn’t take long before a cake fight breaks out and it was an amateur move to think that YN wasn’t going to get Harry back after he wipes frosting over her forehead.

The camera crew is able to capture the way Harry crawls his way out of one of the green rooms but he can’t escape YN as she’s practically on top of him.

“No! No!” Harry squeamishly yells and laughs when she’s tugging on his red flannel, blindly reaching around to smear her frosted cover hand over his cheek.

The next clip is him chasing YN down the venue hallway with frosting all over his face. They both let out screams mixed with laughter when he finally wraps his arms around her from behind. He doesn’t really think it through when he grabs her head and presses his cheek against hers. He smears their skin together to transfer the frosting and relishes in the way her laugh sounds—the kind where she lets out an unattractive snort that only comes out on rare occasions like this.

...

“I think she really balances us out,” Zayn nods from his spot on the brown leather couch in his art studio. "She keeps us all grounded during the busyness of it all."

...

At the back of the tour bus, she and Zayn are sat across from each other with notebooks in their laps, angled so that the other can’t see the other’s paper as they move their pencils across the paper.

“Think m’the next Picasso.” YN beams when she shows him her attempt of drawing his portrait. It's a poor drawing overall: her lines are too harsh that when she tried to erase them, you can still see the faint lines, eyes are uneven, the nose is crooked—the only likeness she got of him was his hair.

YN's jaw drops into her lap when Zayn reveals his realistic drawing of her. There's shading and resemblance and he even made the crease she was making in between her eyebrows look beautiful.

"So you were just gonna take a picture of me and try to convince me that that's a drawing?"

Zayn's eyes squint shut as he laughs bashfully at her compliment.

...

"YN just has one of the most kindest hearts I've ever seen," Harry tucks his hands together from his spot at a dining table. He adjusts his blue beanie before saying, "Like she just adds so much light to the group and I think that's something we just all feed off of, I think."

...

YN and Harry sit in the middle of the green room with a guitar on each of their laps. Their conversation isn't picked up by from the camera's position peaking in from the doorway but she tells him something as she rearranges his fingers on the neck of the guitar.

When Harry takes a go at strumming the note, YN's nose scrunches up as she laughs and covers her face with her hands. He can't help but join in with her soon after.

...

“I grew up surrounded by a lot of women but I also grew up with Louis.” YN bites down on her bottom lip to keep a smile from tugging on her lips. “...So there’s that.”

...

YN and Louis are both seen skateboarding around the inside of Madison Square Garden.

He leads the way to the snack table by one of the seating areas. He quickly snatches a bag of popcorn while she grabs a handful of mini bags of candy, a few falling behind her from the speed they were going at.

...

There’s another clip of the band side by side as their stylist takes some group photos of possible tour outfits. Louis discreetly reaches behind Liam to pull on YN’s ponytail. With a scowl on her face, she punches Liam’s arm thinking it was him.

“Oi! What was that for?” Liam cries out while clutching his arm.

...

“Some could say that it’s unprofessional behavior but they’re teenagers with different jobs than other people their age,” Paul explains from his seat behind one of the tables in the green room. “I thought I had a chance with YN being the more responsible one but she’s just as bad as they are. Don’t let the frilly shirts and heels deceive you.”

...

“Babe, what happened to your dress?” Emma, her personal stylist, questions when the 19 year old walks down the venue hall. YN has her skateboard in hand, knees scraped and her white dress dirty. “Where are your shoes?” She goes on to ask when she notices the pop star’s bare feet pad on the tiled floor, heels nowhere to be found.

Emma shakes her head, blinking quickly in disbelief as YN just shrugs her shoulders.

“But I’ll go look for ‘em.” Before Emma can get another word out, YN runs down the hallway. She drags the end of her skateboard until she gets enough speed before hopping onto the board, swerving past people walking by.

...

"It's crazy to think that I didn't even want to audition to be on the XFactor in the first place. If Louis hadn't tricked me into it, my life would be so different," YN shakes her head in disbelief. "I can't imagine my life without doing this, without the boys, any of it."

She visibly studders and straightens up her back.

"Just thinkin' about that gives me chills," YN laughs.

...

Harry and YN both have matching INSIDER blue bandanas over their foreheads as they keep running away from their security in the back lot of the venue they’re performing at.

They attempt to maneuver themselves under one of the fences, but they can't do so in time because Paul's pulling at Harry's leg.

YN just stays on the ground—half her body under the wired fence—and puts her hands up to block the sun from her eyes.

“Hi Noah.” She gives one of her personal bodyguards a sweet smile.

“Come on, hun. We don’t have time for this. Yeh gonna be late.” The hefty man sighs out, surely tired from all of the running around the lot, and puts his hands on his hips.

“But Noah,” She counters in a cocky tone. “A queen is never late. Everyone else is simply earl—”

“I’ll give yeh a ride back if yeh listen.”

“Deal.”

Once she gets herself up from the concrete, she patiently waits until he’s turned around and crouched so she can grab his shoulders and promptly hop onto the man’s back.

Noah and Paul walk side by side back into the venue with pop stars on their backs—one bandmate propped up on their back more gracefully than the other.

As Harry slides his feet against the tiled floor, YN happily stays on her security guard's back until she’s dropped off in the band’s designated green room.

...

“How do you do that thing where it looks like you’re touching the top of it?” Harry questions, pointing vaguely in front of the Eiffel Tower.

“You’ve got to get low, I think.” Niall crouches down a good distance away from Harry and brings his phone to his face.

“Does it look good?”

“Yeah, it looks like you’re holding it up.”

Harry puts on a bright smile at his band mate’s words and he poses with his hand out, palm up thinking it looks like he’s holding up one of the world's famous monuments.

The camera pans over to YN who has her arms crossed with a confused look on her face as she chews on her gum. She looks at the camera before closing her eyes and shaking her head at how bad the positioning is.

...

“I’ve gained five brothers which could be the best or worst thing in the world. Depends on what day it is.”

...

YN leans against the wall of the venue hallway with her eyes squeezed shut as she laughs at the sight before her.

After walking into the band’s green room with her shoulders slumped, muttering to herself and falling face first into one of the couches, the boys immediately question what happened.

“All I wanted was some bloody M&M’s but the stupid machine ate me dollar; it even made me work for it because the bill wasn’t straight enough. Now m’left snackless and without cash.” YN pouts with her eyes closed, but they quickly flutter open and her eyebrows furrow when she hears rustling.

She eyes the boys as they quickly walk out of the room. She’s up and out of her laying position at the sudden sound of banging. When she runs out to see what all the commotion is about, she bursts out in laughter as the boys work together to shake the heavy vending machine.

The next clip shows Paul entering the hallway, his arms out by his sides and he shakes his head in confusion, “What are yeh guys doing?”

YN and the rest of the boys quickly scurry back into the green room, everyone’s arms filled with a plethora of the vending machine’s snacks and laughs tumbling past their lips.

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