Dimly lit were the rows upon rows of the ample stadium, now emptied of an audience save for two. Flowing from the stage in gentle streams were the warm spotlights from atop the elevated platform, casting silky lighting into the otherwise smothering darkness opposed to it and onto you.
As piano keys and crooned notes flurried around your head, dipping you into a pleasing, drowsy fever that you welcomed all too eagerly, there was not a thing in your world other than that stage and yourself, attention wholly resigned to the tender voice ahead.
A hushed sigh snuck its way slily past your lips.
A reaction that completely slipped your mind.
Not however the vigilant, round ears of the man on the neighboring seat, pulling an all-too-knowing smile from his lips.
"Beautiful, isn't it? He sure is a real catch."
"Yeaahh", you breathed softly, drooping further into the cushy back rest of the theater seat, your eyes not once withdrawing from the figure at the piano.
He really was beautiful; in all his charming, little imperfections and that mesmerizing, doubtlessly perfect voice of his. His accent was a quirky detail you adored particularly. And each time you saw those couple pairs of canine teeth gleam between his soft lips terribly pleasant chills chased each other up and down your back.
You shuddered faintly when he hit the high note of the chorus, feeling your heart melt into a puddle in your chest.
Oh, you were so weak for that voice.
Sometimes you almost found it to be unfair the way he carelessly tossed that wobbly-knees-inducing voice around as if it was any other - there should be laws against this kind of magnetizing felony, really.
Not that you would ever ask him to stop.
Whatever it was he was doing to you, you indulged in it with every fiber of your being.
A second longer you feasted yourself on the dreamy performance in front of you before things clicked upstairs and you shot up straight as a pin, whipping your head around towards the koala next to you contentedly smiling to himself.
Exasperation crystal clear on your face, Moon took his time to meet with your wide open eyes.
He could only find amusement in your soundless stammering for words.
Oh, to be young ...
Answering your flustered fish gasping with that canny smile of his as he turned you only got thrown off balance more and felt a familiar heat creeping from your chin upwards.
Meanwhile, watching you come absolutely undone in front of him, Buster's smirk grew low-key teasing, almost impish in the way it fueled your dishevelment and, frustration making its way into your embarrassment, you found your voice.
"--Buster!! -- No!!!", you squeaked your brilliant comeback hoarsely in a whisper, still staring wide-eyed at the theater owner, partially because you felt unable to articulate yourself in anything more than a muttered pitch and partially because you really did not want for your piano-playing best friend on stage to hear you.
Buster Moon's smirk however could not be terminated.
He even went so far as to lower his eyelids suggestively at you, which caused you to let out a sharp gasp and scowl at your own feebleness in this situation.
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SING - Johnny x reader - Why won't he? / It's in plain sight
Fanfiction[03/17/2017] This was originally meant to be a oneshot post but I've had this sitting with me for months already and as I can tell it's gonna get longer than intended, I'll be uploading it in chapters Chapter 2 is 50% done, I hope to get it up soon...
