Mellow Musician x Frantic Stagehand

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by The-Muffin-Demon69

by The-Muffin-Demon69

These gay lads. These homosexuals
They are my favorite
Anyways this was requested by LuigiDaisyHolmes ! Thank you for the request
He said to surprise him on what ship to write about so here we are
For the sake of the story I'll be naming Stagehand Sage, and Mellow Musician is named Scar
I don't care what you have to say, these two are adorable together. +-+

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The dark, stary night twinkled over the Village Theater. Frantic Stagehand had been working late into the night...again......for the 5th time that week. He had been prepping costumes, painting backdrops, making props in the early AMs for weeks now. It had gotten to the point where it was concerned the cast, especially a certain musician. He had noticed how often Performance would scald the stagehand for sleeping on the job, constantly spacing out when being instructed, and even messing up the sets during rehearsals.
"I'm worried about you Sage, is there something at home you wanna talk about?"
"No, sorry Performance, just a little tired. Don't worry about it!"
"Are. . .are you sure? you know I care about you"
"Yeah it's nothing, trust me."

Scar stretched awake, he looked outside into the darkness to see that the lights behind the Theater were still on. He groaned and pulled a shirt and his boots. He knew that Sage wasn't going to stop unless someone stopped him. He pulled himself outside into the piercing cold, the snow crunching under his feet. He peered backstage, and sure enough, there Sage was. He was reworking the details of the Hidden Forest backdrop. He didn't even notice Scar, who was now standing behind him.

"Boo."
"AH!OH MY STARS-" The stagehand jerks around terrified. His head snapped up to looked up at Scar. His body pressed against the painting.
"You're up late...again."
"I-I mean yeah, these backgrounds aren't going to paint themselves." Sage let out a nervous chuckle
"Yeah, but the show is what, in a couple months? You have time to chill y'know." Scars hands rested in his pockets. He looked calmly at the nervous stagehand. There was only a could inch's apart from their bodies.
"Well y-yeah but that doesn't mean I can't work hard while I still have time!"
"I'm not saying you shouldn't, just that you shouldn't throw away your sleep schedule over this."
"I haven't lost my sleep schedule! Just that-.." Sage tried to think of a good reason, quickly realizing there wasn't one.
"Ok.. maybe your right..."
"Oh I know I am. Now come on" Scar spun on his heels and started walking towards the exit. Turning off the lights behind him
"Wh-wait! Hold on! Where are we going?"
"My house. You need some immediate sleep, and my place is much closer" he continued to walk out "plus, didn't you say something about your heat being broken? It'll just be better for you."
Stagehand stopped in his tracks, now a blushing mess
"I-I mean, we'll, it-it's nothing sp-"
"Nope, not hearing it. Your staying over and that's final" Scar heaved Sage into his arms, now holding him bridal style.
Stage hand in the meantime, was having a mini heart attack. He had always deeply admired Scar and his musical abilities. He had even had fantasies about the Guitarist playing him a song by a campfire. Just the thought was pure heaven for the Sage. But he had never thought that he even wanted to be friends, let alone have those fantasies play out. Their relationship was purely professional... at least he thought so. I mean, if it was only professional then why was he offering for him to sleepover. Did he also want something from Sage? Or was it just an act of kindness. If it was the latter, then he would say that he was head over heels for Scar.

Scar kicked open the door and shut it with his back. The house was a bit messy, but that was expected given he didn't have time to clean. There was a one-person couch in the corner with a coffee table in front of it. There were small plants of all kinds in pots of all shapes. Sage never knew Scar liked gardening, but at least he now knew what to get him for gifts.

Scar sucked in through his teeth "ah shit.. I just realized that I don't have anything for you to sleep on. The couch is too small and I don't have a sleeping bag. So that only leaves my bed. You fine with that?"
"I-"
Sages face instantly burst with heat. He softly pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming for a second. Did he hear that right? A chance to share a bed with Scar? Even if it was for one night he was overjoyed at the mere idea of it.
"I-um, yes, yes that's fine!"
"Ight"
Sage was lead into the dimly lit room. Scar laid him down on the side of the bed. Sage carefully took down his hoodie to reveal his floppy cat ears, neatly folding it, and placing it on the floor next to his feet. Scar in the meantime had taken off his boots and shirt again, revealing his lean body. Sage didn't realize this until Scar was laying next to him, his soul promptly left his body.

"Sorry, just feels more comfortable y'know"
"Y-yeah, just never done anything like this before."
"Yeah I understand. Well, we got work tomorrow. Night Sage"

"G-Goodnight Scar-"

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WOOO NUMBER TWO
IM VERY TIRED, ITS 4AM SEND HELP
Anyways I'm also sleeping now.
Night guys!
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