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Human! Lucky Sock x Single! Boyfriend [LEMON]

A concert, hosted by The Boyfriend himself. The sounds of base screaming throughout the outside, catching manys attention. The, rather small boy had heard the sounds. A ticket into his mouth (due to not having arms, just nubs) to get into the front row seatings, to see his all time hero, Boyfriend! The one everyone knee and loved. He shakily stepped towards the large club building. Watching as the doors opened up onto his own as he looked up, looking at the blue haired boy with headphones onto his neck, a black leather jacket, jeans and boots. A little bit more of a sparkle than his usual outfit. Looking at his auidence as his fingers were against the CDs, playing a tune he was remixing with beeps and bops. Lucky looked at the others into the concert. Crowded, people everywhere. Looking at the others as he muffled out "excuse me, excuse me" through the paper. Making sure he could get to the front. Just as he payed for, to the front. Dragging himself forward. His head tilting upwards as finally made it towards the stage. Hearing his voice continuing to sing over the hip-hop music. He felt overwhelmed with excitement. Feeling himself almost bouncing happily from the ideas of seeing his Idol in person! Right in front of him singing! He tried to tone it down by remembering, he cant be too excited. Or hes gonna pass out again!- As hes done multiple times from so much excitement. He held as still as he could, as the music stopped, hearing this, he tilted his head up a bit further. The man himself spoke outside of his beeps, as he would do to people he trusted
"Yo! I wanna thank everyone tonight for coming to my live show! After this concert I'm gonna be hosting a little afterparty. Have some drinks, lay your rocks off, whatever you need to do! I'm all for it as long as there isn't any fights! People who ordered to be in the front, or got a V.I.P pass, drinks are on me, Ya hear! Now then, back to your scheduled music!"
He went back to his concert. Lucky felt that sense of excitement smack back onto him, of course. This time it wasnt enough to pass out, It was enough to get him bouncy again but thats it. He waited, patiently. Hearing music chime into his ears.

TIMESKIP;;- AFTER THE CONCERT

The end of the concert came, after the reinactment of M.I.L.F, which he mashed up with Stress to create a whole new song, the music completely cut off, no insturmental to play as he spoke
"Hey yall! Concerts over! I hope you guys enjoy my music! I'm gonna be at the bar I presented for you guys! So if yall want drinks and to meet me in person, Head over there!"
Lucky felt as if he was ready to interact with his Idol for a change, despite his extreme nervousness was still stabbing him into the gut. He had to tough it out. Or pass out and never get the change again, He spat the ticket into the pocket of his jacket. Aimed perfectly, landed perfectly. Watching as it landed into the jackets pocket as he urged himself to move forward, towards the bar. Praying the blue haired boy had regonzied his face from his pass to the front. Sitting down as looked left and right, nervous to talk but he couldnt just sit and watch boyfriend like a puppy behind a fence any longer. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the sound of the table being tapped. A waiter in front of him with slick dark brown hair into a bun, tanned skin and freckles darker than his skin shown to the armless boy. Saying onto a sweet tone "You gonna order something there, Mister?" He asked. Lucky looked down and back at the waiter. Wondering what he should say. Should he order a drink? Should he say hes fine? The ideas were filling his head as he mumbled softly
"Um..no thank you sir- Just..maybe a water?"
He called as the waiter smiled at the shyboy before saying
"Got it, No worries about paying, waters always free. Just give me a moment, alright?"
The kind one said as he nodded his head down. Looking at the tables carvings. This was definetly old. The carvings seemed at least years old. Different names were carved with different dates. He wondered, what were they thinking carving onto a table? What was their goal. He waited patiently. The few minutes passing as thoughts continued to wonder around. What was with the carvings? Who were the people? Questions surrounding him until he heard the clink of the glass
"Here you go, Drink up"
The waiter said as Lucky looked besides him, he didnt notice Boyfriend HIMSELF sitting right next to Lucky. Close. They were only a few inches away from eachother, where with one move. He'd be touching the blue beeper. He heard the other seak to the waiter
"Yo! Uh..make sure the drinks are free. Yknow he bought a ticket to be up front and paid extra for me so"
"Yes yes, of course sir. I made sure he wouldnt pay a cent. This is only water anyways"
"Ah got it!- And could I maybe get a soda? I think I wanna save the drinking for later. Maybe at the late ends of the party"
"Oh why, Yes of course! Anything specific youd like?"
"Ooh! Fanta or Rootbeer! I know we stocked a lot on rootbeer but maybe not Fanta!"
"We unfortunately dont have Fanta, your fans grabbed the bottles first bit the rootbeer, it has enough for you and at least 13 others."
"Aw well..thanks man! How much will  it be?"
"3 Dollars and 50 Cents"
Lucky knew this was his moment to at least prove he had been there as a big fan for boyfriend, and wouldnt mind giving something up. His stuttery voice chimed in.
"Llet..let me pay! I know its not much but..I'm a big fan- and and all!"
"You sure dude? Why..Thank you!"
Lucky used his mouth to grab four bucks from his jacket pocket. It was easy to reach. Giving it to the other.
"Thank you again! Thats real nice!"
"Your Rootbeers coming up right away"
BF turned towards the nervous fan of his. Who was slightly shifting his gaze away. A little embaressed to see the big man himself starring straight at him, eyes piercing into him. He felt that one wrong move. And his only form of interaction with BF was OVER! It felt awful, yet so exciting at the same time to talk to BF. The singer decided to start the conversation
"Yknow! I see you at all my shows, every concert. You're there in the crowd always at the front. Watching me sing, and yet. I've never got to know you, Whats your name?"
Lucky took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool and not pass out from excitement as he did sometimes, of course. Not near bf but close as stated his name.
"My names Lucky- Its..really nice to talk to you in person, Boyfriend!"
"Yea man! It feels nice to talk to a big fan- Heck. You may even be my biggest fan! I've never seen a fan of mine bounce as happy as that because of MY Music! I really appreciate it dude!"
Bf watched, seeing Luckys face turn a bright shade of red. BF was appreciating him for being, what he thought was weird?! Finding it nice?!
"R..Really? I always thought I looked like a creep when I did that!- Not like I am one or..anything."
"Yea! I always smiled seeing things like that. It kinda encouraged me to keep going in my career. Seeing as someone liked it."
Lucky seemed to blush a little more, thinking he was the cause of something as good as that to a artist he loved! Looking to the side a little more as felt a pat onto the back. Causing him to flinch.
"You know what, Lucky. I think I like you.. We can even be friends if you want"
The, already excited guy seemed to freeze up at the idea. Estatic.
"Waitwaitwait- Really?- We can be friends?! Like..actual friends?!- Oh my- Oh my gosh why um..thank you! Thank you a lot I'd..never think I'd be friends with someone as cool as you- that doesnt sound bad right? I hope not"
BF smiled a little more at his nervous and thankful behavior, He looked at his guitar. Lucky didnt have arms, they were nubs of flesh. He wondered how hed play.
"I saw you..had a guitar. I found it kind of cool you might be able to play even armless! Can you maybe show me what you can do?"
He nodded as he asked BF
"Could you- Maybe help me get it off of my backstrap?- I don't have prosthetics yet so.."
"Oh yea man!"
He gotten up. Getting behind the punk like boy and looking at the guitar strap around his stomach. Unstrapping it and placing it onto his lap, before sitting back down onto his stool. His legs crossing as stared curiously. One mub went underneath the side of the tuners, turning the guitar a little bit towards himself. The guitars red shine was still facing BF, as his nub placed it onto the strings, breathing in as warned him.
"I'm not..the best to warn you"
He said as BF gave a thumbs up, starting to play a small rythm, it wasnt the best as he said. But it was rather good considering he was without arms! The melody played into BFs ears. He seemed pleased, he liked it even outside of faking it, as watched him stop after a little. Likely from embaressment that he kept going likely more than he could have, BF watched as he reattached the guitar to the strap with his mouth and slung it back onto his back. As had asked
"What..do you think? Did I do okay?"
"Dude, It was awesome! I'm not even saying that just because you don't have arms! I think you can be popular like me man!"
"R..really?"
"Yea dude! I can even give you some ideas of what you can do instead if you want!"
"Awe..some! Thank you!"
He said. The bouncy movement of Lucky came back, causing BF to giggle at the others cute movement. Showing his excitement to the other. BF looked around. Seeing that around 45 percent of people left. Only not too many left over, as BF looked at the waiter. Serving a customer. His hand waving a little as the waiter came over with that usual happy look he carried onto his face
"Yes sir?"
Bf looked at him and asked
"Could I maybe get 4 beers?- Lucky, you need one? I know I drink kinda fast sooo..I'm gonna order a lot"
Lucky shook his head as the waiter nodded, walking away to go take care of a few other customers and to grab the other beers. He looked at Lucky who seemed a little bit concerned, a little uncomfortable too.
"Oh hey- you good?"
"Oh uhm..yea..yea..im fine just- are you sure thats healthy?"
"Oh yea. I'm good. I mean, I dont do it oftenly like some do! And when I know its too much- I try and stop"
"Got it.."