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an0nymousghost · 4 years ago

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simblr asks v2

here are my answers! find the questions here.

i wrote soo much ahaha. like however much you think i wrote, i wrote more than that. imo everything i write is gold though

1. are you going to buy the new pack (cottage living) when it comes out? no, it looks really nice but i legit never ever buy packs at launch, especially cause this one is a expansion and it will probably go on sale at some point

2. do you p*rate your dlc or buy it legitimately? buy it legitimately 👌

3. what’s your favorite world? brindleton bay, it gives like seaside cottage vibes. willow creek is good but it’s boring.

4. if you use a queue, how many posts per day do you set it as? 3 or 4. i used to do like 12 lmaoo what even was wrong with me

5. do you watch sims on youtube? yes, i watch mainly malixa, oshinsims, and msgryphi

6. what are your thoughts on the most recent pack? (dream home decorator) those sectional couches look good! but honestly im kinda annoyed because now it’s even harder to have all the items filled in when i place lots from the gallery. like i’m just saying like a lot of builds will use that pack probably and if i don’t get it then i can’t really use builds/save files

7. how many packs/kits do you own? lemme count

expansion: all - 10/10 game: 5/10 stuff: 9/18 kits: none xo

24/38 - 63%

8. what’s your origin id? is it the same as your url? 🤗 it’s in my title, it’s celeschul. it doesn’t look that nice in my title but i use celeschul in my package files and i’m guessing people search things like, “celeschul penny hair” or something like that in order to find my cc- so i keep it in there so the search results are easier. i do want to change it though..

but no it’s also not the same! well i mean it’s the username i use for cc. my origin id used to be an0nymousghost but i changed it. i wonder if anyone’s taken that one?

9. is your simblr your sideblog or main blog? main blog ✌️ my old blog @stardze is a main blog as well.

my old old simblr was a sideblog but it had like 1 follower and it literally a bot so i don’t think that counts. i have a multifandom sideblog though

10. do you have a cc finds blog? i wish. i was thinking bout it earlier and that would be sooo neat but sometimes i download stuff that doesn’t have a tumblr post attached to it, and also it’s stressful to keep up with so nah

11. are you wcif friendly? yes sir. in fact i bring the trouble of wcifs onto myself but doing them even when nobody asked.

12. what’s your favorite sized household to play with? (ex. 1 sim, 4 sims) gonna have to think on this one, honestly 1 sim is really fun and stuff goes by so fast. doing stuff with astrid when she was on her own, it was much more efficient.

for families, i haven’t done that in a while actually. 5, 2 parents and 3 kids is cute tho. why did i write this this is honestly such a hard question

13. if you have c&d, do you play with pets? i feel like i haven’t played with cats and dogs in forever. honestly i just have no paitence. noelle fae was supposed to get a cat (there’s a food bowl + cat bed in her house) but when summer vacation started, the amount of time i spent playing ts4 decreased a lot. (this doesn’t really make sense, i have a lot more time. honestly it just has to do with my recent obsession with a certain anime/manga and some other personal thing)

i did random nightmares in may though and i had pets frequently. g5 didn’t because sofia scarlett lived in an apartment, but g2/3/4 had cici, and g1 had all the cats. but that was back in march so it’s been a while.

14. what lifespan do you use? i really want to do aging off but then i feel like it drags on. but aging legit stresses me out, sometimes i just want to sit down and do some cas stuff but i only have 2 hours in real time and there’s like 4 days left till one of my sims’ birthdays.

15. if you own a lot of packs, how many of them have you actually played through? just so everyone is aware this question was made for me

i feel like eps require a specific save made for testing them out, but the only save i’ve ever made for an ep is noelle fae’s get famous save.

that is literally a lie - i made a save for island living with one of my 100bc kids, maisie acapella. i did actually post it on tumblr BUT then i deleted all the posts BUT i reblogged them on my alt account BUT i privated my alt account so i honestly forgot about it

i have never played through discover university or watched anyone do it on youtube, i’ve read gerbits’ story about it so i think i’m pretty qualified. i’ve always wanted to do one with periwinkle acapella but i never got around to it

another ep i know nothing about is get to work

i tried doing a eco life playthrough but i hadn’t watched any videos and i was like..what is going on. so i quit lolx d ;;;;; i mentioned it but the whimsy stories legacy was the first time i had played with the eco lifestyle features so technically i think i know what im doing

i got outdoor retreat literally on monday of this week so i haven’t played through it yet.

jungle adventure i still don’t know what’s going on. i remember last year before i bought the pack i was brainstorming, and wanted to do a ja playthrough with luna and cedar, who are a couple who i did a random legacy with and it was all queued to post when i deleted everything (if you’re wondering why, it’s because my queue was literally 200+ posts). except this time i didn’t save them to my sideblog so i lost them.

i still havent had a restaurant in dine out

also never did the vet thing from cats and dogs

i have no idea what that rock climbing thing is from snowy escape but i did most of the other stuff because rn g5

city living i did through psc stage 5 and also it was the first pack i bought anyways

the rest of them are either stuff packs or i ended up playing them through casual gameplay (seasons, parenthood)

16. what do you do as you play sims? (ex. listen to music) i listen to music most of the time, or listen to commentary youtube videos because i am an alpha chad. i also used to talk with my friends on voice call but i don’t do that anymore 🥲

17. which sims challenges have you tried? random legacy, whimsy stories, perfect sim challenge, 100 baby, legacy (just the plain get-to-10-gens one), random nightmares, berry zodiac, astrology legacy, apocalypse

i feel like im forgetting some.. honestly most of the stuff i did before simblr was either 100 baby (i love that challenge) or random saves that lasted for 2 seconds.

18. do you like the new(ish) hair swatches? nah.

i do appreciate that most cc hairs have a true (ish) black, thank god! and the fact that the hair update is what inspired me to update and fix a bunch of hairs with different issues is pretty nice. but will i use them? no.

plus it takes up like 5 gb? depending on how many packs you have.

19. post the latest screenshot you took 📸

i live in cas

20. what is the cc/ingame hair that looks the most like your own? i think that dream home decorator side part hair looks a lot like my hair. honestly i havent see much like my hair but that one is kinda-? close

21. who is your favorite sim of yours and what is their story? noelle and alari fae i think!

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noelle is blonde and has blue-grey eyes. she wears purple contacts pretty often though (because she wants to 😌)

alari has light brown hair that is kinda curly, and she’s got pretty vibrant blue eyes.

they’re sisters, alari is 3 years older than noelle. noelle was 19 and alari was 22 when they got spotted

they worked as models when they were young adults. their jobs involved dyeing their hair blue/pink, and they would model like clothes and stuff. anyways, they were pretty successful. like not ultra famous but they had enough money to not work for the rest of their lives.

their modeling group was made of 4 girls, the others were named paisley autumn and they were green and red, respectively. some things are:

paisley and alari started dating during this

autumn was a single mother to a little girl named destiny

noelle dated many people during this but never ended up finding the one <3

when their contract ended after like 6 years, paisley and alari went to go live together and noelle decided to get into acting. so thats when get famous playthrough started!

there’s more but basically they’re like oc’s with sims on the side. xoxo

22. if you use cc, are there any cc creators that you have like ALL of their items? this is such a good question! i hoard hair very heavily (my folder is 11gb) i so i have like 97% from most of the popular hair creators.

i think i had legitimately EVERYTHING from simstrouble though, i went through multiple times to check and i also have all of her retired stuff.

i have everything from ridgeport i think-? because of the fact that she uploaded all her stuff in one big zip.

i think that’s it.. for a long time i also had everything by clumsyalienn, but then i ended up deleting it and only keeping my faves.

and looking at my collection, maybe ah00b? i might be missing a couple but i at least have like 99%.

23. what’s one pack you think is underrated? dine out, it’s laggy af yes but it’s such a nice thing for my sims to do.

24. what are your favorite sims stories/legacies? melons by gerbits always and forever

this question was inspired by this ask anyways so

25. if you could change one small thing about ts4, what would it be? most of my suggestions are pretty complex but literally just - when you add tray files, they appear at the top. my life would be so much easier

this took me literal hours to answer

#replies #replying to MYSELF

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kitsn0w · 7 years ago

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Can you make Pompeii Kit gifs? the reason I want this is because I caught my 88 year-old grandmother watching it on tv, and she was so mesmerized by Kit that she called me over to tell me that 'this curly head guy is pretty, he doesn't look more than 20 years old" and as I realized it was Kit, I burst into laughter. She then asked me to show more pics of him on my phone. She loves Pompeii, apparently it reminds her of old Hollywood movies. As an homage to her, can you make some gifs??

oh wow your grandmother and i would get along quite well i think! 😂 i’m bumping this up the queue because senior citizens always have priority ;)

#jon-dany-the-last-targaryens #replies #like kit's nana - saucy ol' minx #:D

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the-easy-lay · 7 years ago

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untitled coffeeshop au

5 PM and people came rushing in as usual. To be fair, people came rushing in all the time, and every shift was a very busy shift at Stone Cold Coffee, the tiny coffee shop in a corner of Shepherd’s Bush, London. They had very good coffee, very nice seats and interior (though always densely packed with customers), and very good-looking employees. If only they treated such good-looking employees with more kindness, Roger Taylor thought woefully, as he rushed to the counter to prepare three more espressos. He had been constantly on his feet since six that morning, running back and forth between the cashier, the coffee machines and the kitchen, with only a thirty-minute break to have lunch, go to the toilet and catch his breath. They were understaffed so a barista like him couldn’t get away with the extra work, but to be honest, he would have taken all that work anyway, he badly needed the money. He handed the customers their drinks, then headed back to the cashier.

“Welcome to Stone Cold Coffee, may I have your order?”

The customer hesitated a bit. “Um, I’ll have a regular latte, please.” He had very long, dark curly hair that would normally look very funny and odd on other people, but it suited him well, Roger noticed.

“Right, and your name is…”

“Brian.”

Roger grabbed a regular-sized cup and scribbled ‘Brian’ and ‘latte’ on it, before accepting the money and giving back the change. After taking two more orders, he ran to the grinder, poured in a carefully measured amount of coffee beans and finished the drinks in under five minutes. He called Brian and the others to the counter, then hurried off to serve the next wave of customers. His hands were sore and one of the blisters had popped because of the heat from the coffee cups. He wiped his bleeding hands and mopped his sweaty forehead with a tablecloth; his shift would end in less than an hour.

The hours were long, and the management was unnecessarily harsh, but at least the pay was decent enough for him to support himself and send some to his mum every month. One of the reasons they kept him, he had been informed, was because of his appearance – fluffy short blond hair, big blue eyes, and defined muscles in his arms. Not that he ever cared about how he looked, but many times he had found that being so handsome was definitely to his advantage. It was also an inconvenience: female customers often slipped him their numbers written on the receipts and he received flirts and (often rude) comments along with drink orders every day. Roger had long learned how to politely decline, telling them that he wasn’t interested, that he didn’t have the time.

“Dominique, I’m out!” He called to his colleague at exactly 6 PM, untied his apron and went out from behind the counter. He couldn’t feel his feet anymore, he had gotten used to moving on numb feet but that didn’t mean it was a pleasant sensation. Good thing he didn’t have work at the coffee shop the following day, only an eight-hour shift at the university lab. At any rate, cleaning up microscope lens and preparing tissue samples was much less physically demanding than running wild to fill the endless orders.

“Excuse me.”

Roger stopped in his tracks and turned around, his coat only half-buttoned. It was Brian, the curly-haired customer from earlier, with the coffee cup in his hand.

“Yes, was there something you needed?” He shifted his feet uncomfortably, itching to come back to his flat and sleep the exhaustion away. He prayed this wasn’t another one of those whiny, demanding customers who wanted a refund because they had ‘ordered the wrong drink’ and now they ‘didn’t like it at all’, and the coffee shop was ‘responsible’ for that.

“Well, you should take a look at this,” Brian handed him the now empty paper cup. He examined it and to his horror, found a faint blood stain on the side. The blood must have come from the blister on his thumb. This could very well earn him a report to the manager - bloody coffee cups were not aesthetically pleasing in the slightest, not to mention hygienic concerns.

Roger tried to keep a straight face. “I am terribly, terribly sorry about this. I should have checked all the cups beforehand. I hope this hasn’t affected the quality of the drink? How did you enjoy your…” He squinted at his own messy handwriting. “…latte?”

“It was very good latte, thank you.” Brian’s expression was unreadable, Roger couldn’t tell exactly how displeased he was. “May I ask where the blood came from?”

Nosy bastard, digging up details for his complaint. “I, uh, it was an accident. It was from my hands, I’ll make sure to wear gloves next time. I’m very sorry about this, I will get you another latte right away.” Roger wondered if that was enough for the customer to keep his mouth shut. It was definitely worth staying behind for an extra ten minutes if it meant he could keep his job.

“That won’t be necessary, it’s alright,” Brian said, and then all of a sudden took Roger’s hands in his. Roger held his breath as the stranger studied the raw skin and swollen fingertips. He had been practicing for hours last night on the kit, and as a result his hands greatly suffered. ““Are you okay?” Brian finally let go of his hands and asked, his voice oddly gentle.

“I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again,” he mumbled awkwardly. “I have to go, my shift is over. Please ask the remaining staff for assistance.” He quickly walked away, out of the crickety door with the ringing bell of Stone Cold Coffee, to the bus stop where he would catch a ride home.

Roger wouldn’t see Brian again for another week, but he spotted Brian’s distinct curls the moment the man entered the café. He was pouring cream onto a cappuccino as Dominique took the orders. “One latte and two black iced,” she shouted to him.

“Got it.” Roger began to make the drinks, taking extra care with Brian’s latte. He even poured more coffee than usual into the paper cup, filling it to the brim. When he handed out the cups, Brian was busy reading a book, too absorbed in it to notice him.

“Thank you very much,” the bloke said anyway, nice as he was.

Roger had wanted to be recognized for what he was good at, but there were many other things he was good at and certainly much more passionate about than handling espresso machines. Now here he was, mixing drinks five days a week. On Saturday, he worked as a lab assistant in the biology lab of the East London Polytechnic. The truth was that he was earning more as a barista than most of his friends as researchers, and besides, he was never too keen on biology, it just happened to be one of the subjects he had been good at. A college degree in biology in hand, working all week with two jobs, and yet he was still after something else. The very thing that had motivated him to leave Cornwall for the great city of London, the prospects of a career in music.

On their third encounter, Brian seemed to recognize him, because he walked straight up to the counter where Roger was brewing coffee. “Hello. I’d like to have a regular latte, please,” he said with a smile.

Roger damn near dropped the spoon. He tilted his head, “Sorry, this is not where you order. The cashier’s that way.” He gestured towards Dominique.

“Oh right. I’m sorry.” Brian hurried to join the queue. He looked exactly the same as the first time they met. Unruly, very curly curls on his head and dressed modestly in a white shirt and slim dark trousers. A short while later, Brian came to the counter for his latte. He took the cup and slipped into Roger’s hands a rolled-up bill. Roger didn’t have enough time to thank him; he had already left for his table. It was a fiver, which was worth more than the latte itself, along with a small piece of paper that said, “Meet me at the end of your shift?”

At 6 sharp, Roger wiped the counter one more time with a wet cloth and washed his hands. Brian was still sitting at a table in the corner, poring over an absurdly thick book.

“So. You wanted to see me.” Roger untied his apron and draped it on the back of the wooden chair. He had never sat in this chair before, not as a customer. He looked out the window, the street was full of busy people walking home to their families after a long day at work. It was a nice view, he could see the opposite shops and houses and lampposts and phone booths, a slice of London, basically.

Brian set down his book. “Yes, I hope you don’t have any business to attend to right now?”

“No, I don’t. I’m done for the day.”

“You must be really tired. The cafe is so busy.”

“Indeed.” Roger nodded distractedly. He had no idea why Brian wanted to talk to him. He was wary, this could be about that bloody coffee cup, which was such a pity, because Brian had seemed really nice. Dominique waved at him from behind the counter, motioning for him to move out, they were going to clean up the place and close for the day. “Um, we could talk outside? It’s about closing time here.”

Brian got his coat and scarf and they headed outside. It was so cold Roger could feel his nose going numb immediately. The sky was getting dark, the brick buildings cast shadows upon them, and the flow of people on the street thinned.

“What’s your name? I never knew, and you already know mine, don’t you?” Brian was a head taller than him. He suddenly felt so small.

“Yeah, I’m Roger Taylor. And you’re Brian, you always drink latte.”

Brian laughed. “So you do remember me. You guys have excellent latte.”

Roger laughed too and he wasn’t sure why. He saw Dominique leave, headed for her tiny house to her three children, and then the store manager, who locked the front door and nodded at him before turning the corner. “I thought you were not happy with my service. On that day, you know, when there was blood on your cup.”

“Well, I wiped it off, so no harm done. I had no problem with that, actually. I’ve never met a drummer who works as a barista.” Brian looked at him meaningfully.

“You know?” Roger was surprised. “How could you tell?”

“I saw your hands.” Once again, Brian took Roger’s hands, peeled off the gloves to reveal the pinkish new skin. Roger could feel the roughness of Brian’s fingers as they brush across his.

“And you play the guitar.” He was sure of it: the calluses on the fingertips and the trimmed nails on his left hand for fretting, the long sharp nails on his right hand for fingerpicking, the long, double-jointed fingers. “Are you in a band, like, full-time?”

“Yeah. Musicians are easy to recognize, you see. Just take a look at their hands.” Brian put the gloves back on for him. “No, I teach maths and physics at a nearby grammar school, and music is more like a dream. A passion. I am in an amateur blues band, though. Would you like to see me play sometime?”

“Sure. That sounds great.”

“When are you free? Friday, Saturday or Sunday?”

“Friday, then.” He didn’t have to think about it, every day was the same.

“I’ll drop by before six to pick you up. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. It’s late, I should get going or I’ll miss the night bus.” A random melody played in his head. He couldn’t make sense of this encounter, but it felt right. They were both musicians, although not professionally, it was one thing that they were both pursuing. He wasn’t alone.

“See you next week, Roger.” Brian said and turned to walk the other way.

#i don't know #might as well delete this blog one day

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bananashemmo · 8 years ago

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Sweet Evanescence

Pairing: Y/N/Michael

Rating: PG-All

Request: Yes (Ish)

Words: 3.000+

Summary: Y/N is the fifth member of the band but after her tonsils removal operation she is too afraid to sing on stage so Michael, who also deeply fancies her, helps her out.

“Where’s Y/N?”

Luke was he first one to look up from his phone by the question coming from Calum, the confusion clear on his face expression and four eyes glanced towards Ashton.

“I haven’t seen her for at least half an hour when I think about it.” The curly haired lad stopped the air drumming he had been doing to the sound of All Time Low blasting in the loud speakers, live action coming from behind the backstage area.

“We’re going on stage in ten minutes, what’s going on?” Luke put his phone down on the coffee table confused and stood up from the couch.

“I think she was speaking with Michael earlier I don’t know about what. She seemed a bit off but she’s been doing that since her operation. It isn’t anything to worry about I would say, the doctor has said go for her now so it wouldn’t be a problem.”

Calum and Luke neither looked convinced by Ashton’s explanation, watching as he placed the drum sticks onto the coffee table as well and stood up from his wooden red chair.

“We might as well wait. Of course she’ll show up it’s not like she’s gonna bail on us. It’s the first time she’s going on stage for almost a month, I wouldn’t imagine her to bail out in the last second. That’s nothing like her.”

When thinking the situation through it made more sense to the pair of best friends, yet it didn’t wash off the curious and almost nervous expressions. This was their first night on the stage after a long break, it would be devastating to cancel once again.

“I think I’m gonna go find her.” Calum spoke and placed his phone on the coffee table. The backstage crew had already prepared their guitars and such, the only thing they would need was to swing the strap over their shoulders.

“What’s going on?” Michael suddenly came into the room, noticing the tension.

“Y/N is gone, is there a chance you have seen her? I mean, we’re going on stage in less than minutes I can hear the crowd constantly screaming our name.” Luke mentioned, eyes glancing towards the entrance to the stage.

“What do you mean she’s gone, I literally just spoke to her? She said she was fine and that she would be ready in a second.” Michael mumbled the last part to himself rather than the guys, looking over his shoulder towards the exit he had appeared from.

“She hasn’t showed up.” Ashton confirmed with a nod, Michael’s eyes widening and he was quick to turn around and head back where he had come from.

The crowd was insanely wild outside in the audience, he was sure they would be able to blow each other’s ears off. It was no shocker, they had been waiting for this for so long it was insane.

Opening the door to the dressing room he quietly leaned against the frame and watched you sit with your back facing him. You didn’t have to turn around to see who it was because you already knew.

“I-, I can’t go out there.”

Your voice was so soft he barely heard it over the loud crowd from next door. You sounded so vulnerable, so sad and depressed he felt all your emotions at once.

“Y/N.” He sighed ever so softly and removed himself from the door frame.

“We just talked about this. You said you were ready?”

“Yes but that was a big fat lie. I’m not ready for this, I’m not ready for anything I’m not even done with my medication yet!” You looked over at your shoulder for the first time revealing your red cheeks and puffy red eyes. It hurt Michael right in the chest to witness.

“But the doctor said go for it. He said that you would be able to sing again so what is scaring you so much?” He needed to give you comfort, he couldn’t just stand there and not do anything about it.

He headed towards the leather couch and carefully took a seat down. You were crumbled up with your chin resting on your knees but you loosened up by his presence.

“I’m scared that I will fail. I’m scared of everything Michael because if I don’t nail it tonight it means I have lost my singing voice forever and I can’t-, I don’t even want to have that thought but it constantly hunts me down.”

The words came out fast and clumsy, you could barely breathe. You had a pit in your stomach that hurt so much you wanted to take painkillers. But it couldn’t be cured, it was all because of your nervousness.

“We’ve been practicing the song so many times Y/N and you sounded amazing. There’s no way that you will fail on the stage tonight.” He could see your shaking hand so he grabbed it gently.

“Yes but that was on the piano Michael where you were the only one hearing it. We haven’t performed this song for months, it’s too ambitious and I just know from now that I can’t do it.” The last part was said in such a shaky voice you had to take a deep breath to calm down.

“Yes you can.” He disagreed, not in a tone that sounded annoyed or anything. He was only trying to encourage you in hope of pushing you over the edge of being nervous.

“You can do so much Y/N you have no idea! You have an amazing voice, you’re an amazing performer and there’s no doubt that you’re the fan favourite. Right now you’re just nervous because you’ve been so used to telling people that you can’t because of your surgery and now when it’s all over you feel like a part of yourself has been taken away from you.”

He moved you around on the couch so you weren’t sitting as crumbled as you did before. He loosened your arms and made your legs dangle down to the floor because it was the first step to pull yourself together.

“And yes Y/N that is in fact true.” You looked up at him with confused eyes, “You have lost a part of yourself, but it wasn’t something that was a benefit. Think about how powerful your voice will become now that your tonsils aren’t in the way! It’s the biggest benefit a singer can ever get.”

Your hand came up to touch your throat just by the mention, it was completely painless now unless you were eating something a little bit too harsh. You had been on yogurt diet since the surgery and it was last week you had started eating proper food again.

“I know you can do this and I also know that you know. You just have to find back the sparkle you’ve been hiding inside of yourself throughout all this crap you’ve been through. The Y/N before the surgery is still in there and she’s cheering for you to go back where you belong.”

His face nodded towards the exit door, hand still holding onto yours and he noticed you weren’t shaking as much as you had before.

“Right on the stage in front of the most amazing crowd.”

Michael was a good talker there was no doubt. He could see it in your eyes that his pep-talk was working but you were still holding yourself back.

Horrible images were flashing before your eyes, that everything would go terrible and that you would lose your voice in the end. It was the biggest fear of all time and you knew that you had to push yourself over the limit.

“But-,”

“No buts-,” He made motions with his arms as if he was ripping over a paper.

“This is your time to shine, use it! Don’t just blow the chance and say we will try again next month. We know you’re ready, I know you’re ready, you know you’re ready Y/N.”

You hesitantly looked up at him, your fingers fiddling with the hem of his flannel. You wanted to say something, it was lingering on your tongue but you didn’t know how to get it out.

“Let’s make a deal okay?” He shifted in his seat, “When we sing, you usually feel comfortable by looking at me. Just by looking at me is seems like all your problems are gone so just do that. If you ever feel nervous on stage just look at me because I will be right there next to you. Right when you need it and right there to make sure everything is going to be alright.”

“You promise that?” You almost whispered.

“I promise that.” He settled down with flashing you a smile.

It was an unsure nod that showed your confirmation to this and he was fast to stand up from the couch still with your hand in his. He lead you out of the room and towards the backstage area where you were giving a microphone, seeing the other guys with smiles and sighing in relief.

“We’re all ready!” Michael announced, giving your hand a gentle squeeze when feeling your eyes on him.

“Let’s fucking do this.”

It was like every single limp in your body was shaking once the dark navy blue lights were pointed on you. You almost feared you would collapse when going onto the stage, seeing the crowd on the first rows hollering by recognizing you.

You had a hard time describing your emotions because they were all so different.

You were nervous there was no doubt, you felt as if it was your first time on the stage ever. But you were also happy, feeling accomplished that you managed to walk out here without problems. It was the arenaline kicking up and it became worse when you heard the small chords from the piano.

Your eyes glanced towards Calum who was giving you an reassuring smile, nodding his heard for you to start.

“How can you see into my eyes, like open doors, leading you down into my core where I’ve become so numb …” Your voice was shaky at first and insecure but the applause along with Calum nodding his head in satisfaction encouraged you even more.

But that was when the confidence came. The music becoming louder and the others showing up, Luke with his guitar wrapped over his shoulder and Ashton starting to play behind the drum kit.

“Without a soul my spirit’s sleeping somewhere cold. Until you find it there and lead it back home.” By every word the confidence of yours grew wider and brighter, your voice becoming louder into the microphone but you were still confused because Michael wasn’t here yet.

“Wake me up!” Your eyes widened in surprise when he suddenly showed up from the stairs to your right, a microphone in his hand as well and on queue you continued the singing but were still left confused.

He was having a smile on his face it couldn’t compare to anything else. This was one of his favourite songs, he loved playing the guitar for it yet he had dropped it just to help you out.

It gave such a different vibe to the crowd, people were hollering and screaming along to the lyrics. It was such a common song in the band, you always heard it before soundcheck and before going on stage, when Luke was the one suggesting it there was no doubt it would be your intro song.

And with Michael suddenly being able to move around and jump excitedly without his guitar, it was such a different show apart from others. Not only was it the first one after a weeks of hiatus, it was almost magical.

The way he was looking at you was so adoring, there was such admiring you almost couldn’t stop blushing. He was doing this for you and that was probably the sweetest thing ever, it meant the world to you.

He knew exactly what he was doing because the more you looked at him the more you felt comfortable. You relaxed completely in your own self, the crowd was noisy in the background but what you were focusing the most on was him.

You didn’t even take notice of yourself hitting the notes, it happened automatically, there was nothing to be worried about. It all had gone to your head and finally it seemed to fall back into pieces once again.

When you came to the second verse you continued singing and you parted your ways. Michael heading towards the right side of the stage and walked down the stairs towards the crowd, walking through the crowd on the right alley.

You did the opposite and took the left turn, making sure not to trip down the stairs but also following his long and fast feet. This wasn’t a part of the choreography, you never really had one but this was what felt the best.

Fans were screaming loudly but still respected staying by their seats, pulling out phones to make sure they could record their closest moment to you and Michael as possible.

You glanced towards the stage just to make sure everything was okay, Luke jumping around excitedly while Calum had grabbed his bass and rocking it out. Ashton was so concentrated on doing his shit right that he barely had his eyes open, letting out every possibly energy he had in his body.

When you came to the end of the alley where the rows met you turned to your right and looked over at Michael right as the chorus started again and he smiled all over his face.

It was such an amazing feeling. You couldn’t describe it. The grin on his face was so affectionate, it made you blush all over your cheeks and you almost wanted to hit him in the arm because that wasn’t supposed to happen.

Your harmonies were perfect for this song it was a surprise you hadn’t taken notice of it before. Sure you had been playing it out on the piano many times but Michael always stayed lowkey when practicing with you.

Now, he could scream, yell and sing as much as he wanted. He was fully enjoying this one life opportunity and he really did, using all he could to make it sound as perfect as possible. His eyes were completely scrunched up and it was the cutest thing ever.

When you literally stood 30 minutes away from each other he took a deep breath and nodded his head impressed when you sang the last bit before the bridge, your heart pounding so loudly it was a full on rush.

This was probably the hardest part of the song but he was right there, nodding his head along and whispering the lyrics along with you. When you came to the last bit where you had to hold the tone for seconds you just focused on him everything else becoming blurry.

You were so insanely out of breath when you finally let go and the boys on the stage took the bridge part and the rapping, Calum doing the male voice while Luke pretended to be a light female soprano.

“I knew you could do it.” Michael yelled into your ear to make sure that you could hear, the fans were going so insane at this point it was hard to even hear your own voice when singing into the microphone.

You grinned lightly by his voice, heart fluttering by the way he was looking down at you and you linked your hands together, intertwining your fingers. At first he was a little bit surprised by the act but was also quick to relax into your touch, an award winning smile on his face.

It was time to go back to the stage as the bridge part was almost over and you gave Michael a small nod before you both headed back hand in hand, singing the chorus together.

The whole arena was almost moving so much you could feel the floor shake. Everyone was happy, everyone was excited and for once everyone was united once again.

This hiatus was over, you wouldn’t have to worry about your tonsil problems anymore and your voice was more powerful than ever. It was such a rush you could feel goosebumps form on your arms when you came back onto the stage, still hands linked together until the last bit.

He let go of you to let you have the last bit of shine, the lights becoming dark navy blue again and Luke playing the last long chord on the guitar.

“Bring me to life…” You sang out as loud as you possibly could, holding the last one in the word life and felt how your voice had never been as powerful as it was now.

You continued as far as you could, letting the whole crowd stand up in applause and with loud screams, jumping up and down their chairs in pure excitement of finally having you all back where you belonged.

Your heart was pounding so loudly you almost couldn’t believe it but it was probably the best feeling you had ever felt in you life. You weren’t sure if you would have survived this without Michael and when he came back to you, you smiled brightly in accomplish.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” He announced into the microphone, the stage lights going back to normal but still a bit dimmed.

“Welcome back. We’re 5 Seconds of Summer.”

Another huge applause resulted in Michael’s announcement, everyone smiling from top to toe and he proudly grabbed you and pulled you into his side, his heart beating so loudly in proud and secret love.

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