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Untitled Musicalpunch Fanfiction

Pairing: Rockstar x Hooligan Summary: hooligan is beaten up and sad but rockstar helps him!! #healing (and they're also gay) Word count: 3,224 Notes: I'm gonna be fr I never had an actual title for this one LOL

His hand clenched his bleeding nose, face completely bruised, and bloody. He almost looked unrecognizable. He trembled and struggled to walk normally, he was grossed out by how pathetically he was moving, he shouldn’t be behaving like this, but he was. Hooligan got himself into a fight with random strangers again however it was more severe. Hooligan usually would’ve left fights with a couple of bruises and maybe a bloody nose but this time, he was literally unable to walk straight without nearly falling over.

He felt so dazed and pissed, why did he let himself lose so easily? Every time he pulled his hand away from his nose, he would be reminded of why he was holding onto it in the first place.

Blood on his hand, he was bleeding a lot more than he thought.

Hooligan anxiously looked around his surroundings, he was terrified of being attacked by someone or a zombie while he was weak. He didn’t want to get killed or be seen like this. Hooligan desperately tried to walk as fast as he could, even if he was in pain. Hooligan paused when he saw something in the corner of his eye.

. . .

He recognized that silhouette. That posture, the confidence, oh god. The one that led the gang Hooligan used to be in until they disbanded.

Hooligan’s hand lowered, eyes widening, and his entire body freezing like a deer in the headlights. His surroundings slowly became blurry, his eyes only locking in on that sickly familiar silhouette of the leader who started and encouraged the mistreatment of him. The same leader who would laugh at him when he showed emotion, treated him like shit when he wasn’t “tough enough”, hurt him when he didn’t fight back.

The ambience slowly deafened itself as Hooligan’s mind wandered deep into the memories he didn’t want to look back on, the only sounds he could hear was his heart pounding, his shaky breathing, and the faint ringing in his ears. He felt sick, he couldn’t move. The pain he felt numbed temporarily as he was too focused on the agony he felt from staring at that silhouette.

..It turned around. It must’ve noticed Hooligan staring.

It’s getting closer. Hooligan didn’t even move away but his mind was screaming at him to move. Hooligan hesitantly shook his head, he didn't want them to drag him back in. Hooligan couldn't scream for help, he remained frozen in place, panicking as the silhouette got closer.

Suddenly…

He was shoved away, almost falling to the ground, but he managed to get balance, and stand up straight. The sound of a bat being swung, colliding against someone’s skull echoed in his head. It caused Hooligan to snap out of it and he quickly realized what had happened. He was so focused on that silhouette that he didn’t even realize a zombie was approaching him, he looked at the person that saved him from that zombie…

. . .

It was Rockstar. The last person he expected to save him, Rockstar swung at the zombie with all of his strength, adrenaline running through his veins, as he took down the zombie that could’ve killed Hooligan if he didn’t act sooner.

Rockstar panted as he stared at the zombie he took down, making sure it wasn’t moving. When it didn’t, he looked at Hooligan, dropping his bat immediately once he got a good look at him. Rockstar looked horrified, running to him.

“Hooligan! Holy shit, what the hell happened to you?!” Rockstar asked, concerned for him. Hooligan wasn’t fully paying attention to his words though, he was staring at the street light he saw the silhouette standing in.

It was gone.

Hooligan just stood there, tense. Rockstar looked at the spot Hooligan was staring at, confused. Rockstar brushed it off, more worried about Hooligan almost getting attacked again. Rockstar gently pulled Hooligan closer to him, wrapping an arm around him to keep him close.

“..Come on, we need to get you to the survivor base.” Rockstar gently said, Hooligan didn’t answer. Rockstar knew that something must’ve been troubling him other than him being beaten up but he wanted to focus on getting Hooligan to a better physical state, he needed to be treated first.

As the two walked to the survivor base, Hooligan stared at the floor, he didn’t know what to think. Was he imagining all of that? Why did that suddenly appear? Where did it go? How did he get reminded of.. Them? Nothing triggered him to think about the past, why is he now thinking about it?

Is it because he’s weak right now?

..Whatever, he'll get over it.

The two eventually made it to the survivor base safely, Hooligan didn’t even look up, he didn’t want to. He knew that he would see those glares from the other survivors. Fear and despise was all he could see from their stares so he didn’t even bother to look at them.

Rockstar sat Hooligan down on the floor, borrowing a medkit from one of the survivors. Rockstar placed it down and opened it, going through the things he would need to treat Hooligan.

Rockstar grabbed some napkins and began wiping blood off of Hooligan’s face, trying his best to be careful due to how messed up Hooligan’s face was. “Dude, what happened to you? Did you get yourself into a fight again?” Rockstar asked. “Maybe. So what if I did?” Hooligan responded. “Hooligan..” Rockstar sighed. “I’ve told you many times, man. Stop getting yourself into fights, not everyone is out to get you. You’ll just keep getting yourself in trouble if you continue!” “I know.” Hooligan couldn’t even look at Rockstar, he didn’t know why. He just couldn’t.

“Then why do you do it anyway?” Rockstar decided to press a little, he didn’t want Hooligan to continue this behavior.

“..I don’t know.” That caused both of them to go silent.

Hooligan didn’t like the thought of digging deep into his behavior, he didn’t want to talk about it. Not now.

Rockstar’s face softened when he noticed Hooligan’s body language, he knew him a lot more than anyone else, he knew that Hooligan wasn’t going to be willing to talk about it so he decided to brush it off for now.

“..Can you take off your hoodie? I need to check to see if you need any bandages.” Rockstar asked, Hooligan hesitated. “Do I have to?” “You need to, you’re beaten up. I’m certain that your body needs to be treated too, not just your face. And you don’t want to walk around smelling like blood, right?”

Hooligan went silent, he hadn’t told Rockstar about his insecurities, he hadn’t told anyone, and he doesn’t plan on telling anyone about it. Hooligan didn’t want to take off his hoodie but he also didn’t want to deal with Rockstar’s concern any longer, he sighed. “Fine.”

Hooligan took off his hoodie, trying so hard to remain calm. Sure, he was just in a tank top, but he never really liked how his body looked. He hated it, he hated himself. However, Rockstar didn’t care what his body looked like. Rockstar carefully reached a hand out, pulling Hooligan’s arm closer. Hooligan flinched but stayed still, he was really tense despite how gentle Rockstar was being.

He wasn’t used to being touched like this, why was he being gentle? Why is he even caring for him at all? Hooligan felt like something wasn’t right, he was used to getting punched and kicked around, not being treated so delicately and kindly.

Rockstar would clean off any blood and then wrap bandages around the spots that needed them. Hooligan’s heart was pounding the whole time. When Hooligan tried to search for anything he was familiar with in Rockstar’s eyes, he found none. When they both locked eyes with each other for a moment, all Hooligan could see was care. Rockstar’s eyes didn’t have any negativity, no judgement, or anything. Just genuine care and concern.

Hooligan’s body began to relax, he didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help it. Hooligan was experiencing a mix of emotions. Confused, anxious, and.. security? Hooligan felt embarrassed that he was already getting softer, he wanted to stay mad, stay overly protective over himself, but his body had other plans. That’s when he started reconsidering.

Rockstar had done nothing but be genuine with him, all he did was just being there for Hooligan even if Hooligan was against it. Hooligan then began to feel something he had been pushing away for a while.

Guilt.

Hooligan thought that nobody would give him another chance, nobody would like him, and nobody would even care. He thought that he would be better off alone but Rockstar being around had proved him wrong. Rockstar lowered his arms when he was done patching Hooligan up, Hooligan quickly moved away as if he was desperately trying to look like he hadn’t gotten soft but it was painfully obvious that he didn’t really want to move away.

Rockstar didn’t say a word or do anything, he just held in a chuckle, and looked away. Hooligan stared at him, he wasn’t sure what to do or say. Hooligan looked down at the floor, he didn’t like the feeling he was experiencing.

“I wonder if winter is going to be here soon.” Rockstar suddenly spoke, Hooligan looked up in confusion, what does that have to do with anything currently happening?

“No shit that it will. It's already starting to get cold out there.” Hooligan answered, quieter than usual.

“In that case, I think we should stay here for a while!” Rockstar said, totally not an excuse to keep Hooligan safe.

Hooligan raised an eyebrow. “But it's not snowing-” “I still think we should stay, okay? Okay!” Rockstar cut him off, Hooligan grumbled in response.

“This isn't an excuse for you to keep me in here, right?” Hooligan questioned. “I'll be fine out there. I shouldn't stay here for too long.” Hooligan stood up and attempted to leave but..

“Wait, no!! Hooligan, wait!!”

Rockstar grabbed his hand, stopping him from leaving.

“You need to stay here, man! It's too risky out there!”

. . .

Hooligan froze, looking at Rockstar. Hooligan didn't understand why he wanted him to stay so bad, he might've been hurt but it's not that big of a deal, right? Rockstar looked at Hooligan with a frown and that made Hooligan reconsider his choice although he didn't want to. Hooligan sighs. “Do you really want me to stay here so badly? Me being hurt isn't that big of a deal, I'm not a defenseless loser.”

“You need to stay here! If you really don't want to stay for long, you can just stay for one night but I just want the best for you.” “You're not defenseless but you aren't always strong either. You should accept help more.”

Hooligan didn't say anything.

God, he wanted to hate him, he wanted to pull his hand away, and shout, but he didn't. Hooligan couldn't run away from him, he couldn't argue against him, he couldn't do anything.

“..Why do you care so much?” Hooligan's voice was shaky, it caught Rockstar by surprise. “You're just.. wasting your time on me, I'm not worth it, why do you keep trying to help me? Why me out of all people? It shouldn't be me, I don't want it, I don't deserve it. Why won't you just stop?!” Hooligan pulled his hand away but he didn't run away, his body tensed up, and his eyes narrowed, but it didn't feel the same.

No, it didn't feel like he was angry at him, he may look angry but it didn't have the same feeling like usual, it was more like Hooligan was feeling something else but he was trying to turn that into frustration. That was more clear when his fists shook and couldn't clench as hard as usual, his face desperately trying to keep up the facade but Rockstar could see every falter he made for a second.

“When I say I don't need your help, I mean it! So, why do you keep helping anyway?! I don't want your stupid presence trying to make me feel better! I didn't want you to wrap bandages around me like I actually deserved it, I-”

“Hooligan. You needed it.” Rockstar stopped him from speaking any further, he heard enough.

“.....” Hooligan could feel his heart racing, he should be continuing to yell, but he wasn't. Hooligan felt like a deer in the headlights.

“Do you think that I would just leave you there without any assistance? Are you crazy, dude?! You could've gotten attacked by a zombie, I didn't want to see you in that state! You needed the help, I don't care if you think you didn't want it, you needed that more than anything!”

“But it's pointless! All of that time will go to waste because of me! There's no point in caring about me because in the end, nothing will change! You should care about someone else, not me!”

“Why would I stop caring about you?! Everyone needs someone due to how hard it is to get through this apocalypse alone and that includes you! I want to be the one to spend time with you and help you through everything, please just let me help you!”

“Why do you even want to help me so badly?! What is so special about me that makes you want to care?!”

“BECAUSE I WANT TO BE THERE FOR YOU, HOOLIGAN!! I CAN'T LEAVE YOU BEHIND LIKE THAT, I JUST CAN'T!!” “You matter a lot to me! I know that you care about me too, I know that you want me to be there for you too, so why do you still want to run away from that?! Why do you still want to run away from me?!” “Why do you see yourself as someone who doesn't deserve a second chance?! I don't want you to keep thinking that you're worthless or a waste of time because that's not true! You really are a wonderful guy when that tough facade of yours is cracked. I'm even willing to say that I love you more than anyone else!”

“. . .”

“. . .”

“.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-”

Hooligan sniffled.

Rockstar froze.

“You.. You won't give up, will you? I don't understand, what do you even see in me? I.. I'm not…” Hooligan was struggling to keep his voice steady, he was holding back tears, why did he want to cry so badly? Hooligan tried to look away but he felt Rockstar hold onto his cheek, making him look at him. “But you are.” Rockstar’s voice was so gentle that it made Hooligan sick, he didn't deserve this treatment, no. Hooligan couldn't let this happen but he couldn't stop it.

Rockstar leaned closer, stroking Hooligan's cheek with his thumb. “I am willing to spend so much time with you and I'll never get bored, I want us to stick together, I want to be there to help you, and be the one to treat you right. So please, let me love you.”

“..Love me?” Hooligan questioned. “Are you trying to say that you..?”

“Was it not obvious?” Rockstar chuckled.

Hooligan's face turned red and immediately broke eye contact with Rockstar. “You didn't need to make this look gay, idiot.”

“I'm sorry.” Rockstar couldn't stop giggling, the sudden deescalation of the situation was too funny to him.

“I feel really stupid for almost crying now.” Hooligan mumbled.

“Hey, that's one way to get you to stop feeling sad!” Rockstar exclaimed. “ROCKSTAR.” Hooligan shouted as his eyes quickly shifted it's focus onto Rockstar.

Rockstar was now just laughing at the change of events. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry!! I promise it wasn't intentional!”

“Yeah, yeah, Whatever. You're lucky that I'm not going to punch you although I really should.” Hooligan responded. Despite his behavior, he was leaning into Rockstar's hand, and even placing his hand on Rockstar’s. Hooligan didn't want to admit it but he didn't want Rockstar to pull his hand away just yet.

Rockstar softened when he noticed Hooligan's actions, he felt his face start to get a little warmer, he was blushing a bit.

“Aww.. You're so sweet.” Rockstar murmured. “Shut up.” Hooligan muttered.

“You're going soft!!” Rockstar teased, Hooligan grumbled. “I'm going to beat you up if you say anything like that again.”

“You wouldn't, you love me too much, babe!” “I'M NOT YOUR BABE.”

“You're in denial!” “ROCKSTAR. QUIT IT.”

“Or what?” “I'M.”

Hooligan paused. Shit, he didn't have a good response. “..I don't like you.”

Rockstar snickered. “Told you that you're going soft.” “I'M GOING TO-” Hooligan attempted to shout but Rockstar interrupts him.

“Hey, I think we should get some rest, it's already late.” Rockstar whispered as he let go of Hooligan's cheek, he noticed how dark the base was and how everyone was tucking themselves into bed, a few survivors even telling both of them to shush.

“..I guess that you're right.” Hooligan whispered back. The two went quiet for a moment, staring at each other until Rockstar asked. “Can we sleep together?”

“wh- WHY.” Hooligan's eyes widened. “Pretty please?” Rockstar pleaded. “Just this once, I promise!”

“Oh my GODD.” Hooligan groaned, facepalming. Hooligan actually thought about it and he surprisingly agreed to it. “Fine. Only because this is a one time thing, you better not ask me again.”

“Aww! I'm glad that you agreed to it!” “Shut it.” “okay”

Both of them took a look at the beds, not willing to sleep on the sleeping bags that were on the floor, they eventually found a bed that wasn't taken. Both of them climbed onto the bed together, Rockstar laid down, and motioned Hooligan to come closer to him.

Hooligan hesitated, clearly nervous, but he eventually got closer, trying his hardest to not look at Rockstar. Rockstar wrapped his arms around Hooligan, keeping him as close as he could. Hooligan was already flustered, he didn't know how to feel about sleeping on a bed with another guy, his brain was telling him that he shouldn't be doing that because that was gay, but he didn't move away.

Instead, Hooligan pressed his head against Rockstar's chest, his thoughts of moving away actually stopped. For once, everything felt peaceful now. Hooligan couldn't hear his mind going crazy due to his terrible thoughts, it was like that his mind just.. accepted it. Hooligan was still nervous but he was at ease now, he didn't want to sleep just yet, he wanted to savor this before he does.

It seemed like Rockstar wanted to do the same however he was looking at Hooligan's hair since his cap was knocked off. Rockstar gently placed a hand on Hooligan's hair, beginning to run his fingers through his hair without startling him. Hooligan didn't move a muscle for a second, he hadn't felt anyone touch his hair so.. delicately before.

Hooligan's body eventually relaxed and he allowed it to keep happening, it was oddly soothing. Hooligan slowly closed his eyes while Rockstar continued to stroke his hair.

Rockstar couldn't stop himself from smiling again, he knew that Hooligan would eventually come around, seeing Hooligan so relaxed made him feel good.

He was glad that Hooligan can finally feel comfortable for once, Rockstar eventually stopped, and closed his eyes, falling asleep.

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You'll Never Get Me To Sing "La, La, La, Love You!" (..But Maybe I Do.)

Pairing: Rockstar x Hooligan Summary: Hooligan sneaks into Rockstar's last concert, not realizing that Rockstar had a special song planned. Word count: 1,775 Notes: Hey everybody! I'm gonna be posting my ao3 fics onto tumblr as well, i hope everyone enjoys them! Warnings:

Before Rockstar had fully stopped having concerts due to safety concerns regarding the apocalypse, Hooligan snuck into his last concert. Why? Hooligan didn’t know, he just felt like it. ..Or was that really the case?

As Hooligan didn’t even bother to get a ticket and sneakily blended in with the crowd of screaming fans, he looked up, seeing Rockstar on the stage. “Yo, yo, yo!! Thank you all for coming! As you all know, this is the last concert I will be doing for the time being. Maybe I will be able to host again with some convincing but apparently, I can’t host concerts in the middle of an apocalypse due to safety concerns but I don’t want to end things so suddenly! How about we end this off with a special song of mine that I've been working on?”

Rockstar held onto his guitar with such pride, it was like the apocalypse hadn’t affected him at all or maybe it did, he just didn’t like having negativity weighing on his shoulders so he uses his career to let all of that stress go. Hooligan knew that his music was meant to brighten people’s days, everything about him was meant to make people see that not everything can be bad.

Even with his cockiness and occasional self-centerness, he is overly positive in a charming way that made him so likable to his fans. Hooligan tried so hard to dislike Rockstar in some way that wasn’t just “he’s loud and annoying” but he couldn’t find any excuse to hate him, it was impossible. Hooligan despised that, he never understood why Rockstar wasn’t dislikable, Hooligan had always seen him as a fly that never goes away, however he didn’t realize that this last concert would change his thoughts on Rockstar. ..Maybe it would even open up something inside of him that he had been suppressing for so long.

Rockstar looked into the crowd like he was searching for a certain someone, then it happened. His eyes locked in on Hooligan in the crowd, Hooligan flinched when he realized Rockstar was looking at him. He may have been separated from Rockstar by the stage but there was something in his eyes that expressed something that wasn’t what he was used to, he could’ve sworn he saw his eyes sparkled when he looked at him. Hooligan didn’t want to look at him any longer though, so he looked away, acting like he was here against his will.

Rockstar’s smile grew and he looked back at the audience. “I must’ve made it obvious that some songs are directed to someone, huh? I’ve seen all of your theories and I am here to confirm them. There is a special someone that I love dedicating my songs to. He may not realize just how much I love him, but I hope this song makes him see that.”

“You know who you are. This song is for you, babe!”

Hooligan did a double take when he heard that.. Babe? He called him babe? They weren’t even dating, he didn’t even like him! ..Hold on. Those songs that Hooligan would secretly listen to when nobody was looking, those songs that meant something to him.. It was for him? It wasn’t just some cheesy romantic song that just so happened to describe their relationship? Rockstar actually took the time to dedicate those songs to him like he was someone special, Hooligan didn’t believe it.

He wasn’t that worth it, he wasn’t that special. At least, that’s what he thought. Something inside of Hooligan awakened, like some strange urge in him to be able to hear Rockstar more clearly. As Rockstar began to play his guitar, Hooligan started pushing fans out of the way, rushing to be closer to him. No matter how much trouble the fans caused, it didn’t stop him, he was determined.

He didn’t even know why he was doing this but here he was, intentionally going to the front. When he finally arrived, he looked at Rockstar, who was just having a blast with his guitar.

“You always tell me that we'll never be close You tell me that you despise me You're always punchin' and fightin' me But you don't realize just how far I'm willing to go for you! You may think that your tough facade will work, but it doesn't work on me, babe!

I know that deep inside of that tough facade, there's a hurt man beneath! Let me kiss the scars on your skiiinnnn!!! Let me hold yoooouuuu in my arms tonight! Lower your fists, I'm not here to cause trouble! All I want is for you to see that I la, la, la, LOVE YOU!!!”

Rockstar was REALLY making it clear that it was indeed for him, Hooligan’s face softened, his body relaxing as he stared at Rockstar on the stage, singing his heart out. Hooligan should be mad, right? Hooligan should be upset, he should hate the song, hate Rockstar, hate everything about this concert but he felt something else.

You never really have anyone write songs for you, surely that would make you feel special right? That was the case for Hooligan, he couldn’t deny that he felt special and loved for once. He never knew that someone would even do this for him, was he really that worth it? Hooligan tried to deny that he was feeling that way but as the song went on, he was slowly giving up on even trying to act like he didn’t like it.

“I know that deep inside of that tough facade, there's a hurt man beneath! Let me kiss the scars on your skiiinnnn!!! Let me hold yoooouuuu in my arms tonight! Lower your fists, I'm not here to cause trouble! All I want is for you to see that I la, la, la, LOVE YOU!!!”

The audience sang along, oblivious to the scene slowly starting to unfold. Rockstar noticed that Hooligan had moved a lot closer to the stage, giving him an idea. Rockstar’s smile became smug as he started walking to where Hooligan was in the crowd. Hooligan quickly realized Rockstar was approaching, his eyes widening, not sure if he should start pretending to be upset again. Rockstar leaned down, holding his hand out for more expression and also a way to let Hooligan know that he sees him, he sees the way Hooligan is reacting to the music.

“I can see it in your eyes, you want to give it a try. But you're too scared to do so and I know why.”

Rockstar looked into Hooligan’s eyes, he could tell what he was feeling. Conflict. Hooligan didn’t back away or anything, instead he allowed it to happen.

“I'm nothing like those punks in your past, I'll be the one to treat you right. And you’ll never ever feel that pain again.”

Hooligan felt his hand rise up, slowly moving towards Rockstar’s hand. Hooligan wasn’t even trying to fight it anymore.

Right when their fingertips touched each other, Rockstar pulled away, startling Hooligan. Rockstar yelled into his microphone as if he wasn’t just about to hold Hooligan’s hand.

“So come on, baby! GIVE ME A CHANCE TONIGHT!!!!”

Hooligan was blushing a lot, what the fuck just happened? Hooligan didn’t know how to feel, should he feel disgusted or should he feel upset that he wasn’t able to hold Rockstar’s hand? ..Why did he feel disappointed that Rockstar pulled away?

“You're always punchin' and fightin' me But you don't realize just how far I'm willing to go for you! You may think that your tough facade will work, but it doesn't work on me, babe!” So please…”

Rockstar pauses for a moment, building the suspense in the concert until he continues the song.

“Let me kiss the scars on your skiiinnnn!!! Let me hold yoooouuuu in my arms tonight! Please, baby, give it a try with me. We'll figure it out, I promise! Lower your fists, I'm not here to cause trouble! Let me show yoouuuu just how special you are! All I want is for you to see that I la, la, la, LOVE YOU!!! Don't be afraid, let go of that tough act tonight. Come over here and HOLD ME TIGHT AND DON'T LET ME GO!!! LET ME LOVE YOOUUUUUU!!!! LET ME SHOW YOUUUUUU JUST HOW SPECIAL YOU ARE!!! ALL I NEEEDDDD…”

Rockstar pauses once more before speaking in a quiet yet gentle voice.

“is for you to say.. "la, la, la, love you!"”

The song has ended, the audience erupts in cheers, clapping, and squeals from fangirls and fanboys can be heard as well. Hooligan just stood there, unsure on how to process everything. Hooligan continued to stare at Rockstar, who was motioning the audience to keep cheering.

“Thank you, thank you! You’re all too kind! I’m going to miss all of you after this concert is done!” Rockstar laughed as the audience continued to clap and even chant his name. Hooligan didn’t have the courage to say anything, chanting Rockstar’s name sounded too embarrassing for him. Hooligan’s hands hesitantly lifted up, unsure if he should at least clap for him.

..Hooligan began to slowly clap, looking away from Rockstar due to how embarrassed he was feeling. Rockstar quickly caught onto it, his smile being more gentle when he looked at Hooligan clapping. That was enough for him to know that Hooligan liked the song, even if he’s not expressing it.

Rockstar chuckled, a sound only Hooligan heard. Hooligan looked up at Rockstar again, he stopped clapping. Rockstar winked at Hooligan while pointing at the exit. “You and I are going to have a long talk together after this.”

Hooligan felt something weird in his stomach, like there were butterflies in his stomach. Hooligan nervously looked around, he had never been this quiet before. It was embarrassing.

Rockstar just simply held in another chuckle and continued the concert. “You know what? How about we do a couple more songs?! Let me hear what you guys think!!” Rockstar shouts into the crowd and the audience immediately starts getting loud again, all of them BEGGING rockstar for a few more songs.

“Okay, okay, I hear you guys! That’s what I like to hear! Couple more songs, it is!!”

The concert continued like normal, Rockstar sang a few more songs for the crowd. Hooligan didn’t realize how he was completely focused on Rockstar, the way his mind was looping that song dedicated to him, he hadn’t realized just how much he.. liked him?

Hooligan didn’t want to think he romantically liked Rockstar but maybe he did.

Maybe he did love him after all.