Until We Become An Us | Jonathan Byers, The Producer.

Until We Become An Us | Jonathan Byers, The Producer.

Warnings: Modern!Band! AU, Actress! Reader, Grumpy x Sunshine.

Jonathan was something... special. He hated people, he liked to be locked up, alone, out of the cameras, working for his own money to support his family. In short, he was a bitter loner with a big heart. For him the world sucked, it was capitalism, a 'give and take', and there was nothing and no one to change his mind, or at least that's what he thought until a famous actress came into his life who was the opposite of him. A cheerful woman, someone who loved to share with people, to be outdoors, close to the cameras, working for herself, for her dreams and to help people in need. Their worlds collided and, to Jonathan's surprise, that collision would bring with it hundreds of emotions and ways of looking at the world.

"Jonathan?" you murmured with a big smile, your arms resting on the table in front of him, tapping your long fingernails against the wooden counter.

"Yes?" his voice was barely audible, but of course you understood, you always did.

"I think we could be good friends, that's if you'd open up even a little."

Jonathan turned his gaze to you, his eyelashes fluttering slowly.

"Did you smoke something?" his face was serious, but that didn't stop you from laughing jovially at what you thought was a joke.

"Of course not, I just can't help but think that if we tried we'd be very close" a friendly smile caused his cheeks to paint slightly pastel pink. It was very cute, you thought.

"That's ridiculous."

(The pink ones are seen from your point of view, the black ones are narrated from Jonathan's point of view) This story is based on scenes from a screenplay. After the epilogue [The End] there will be a description of the character that is with Jonathan and her name (this is because in the other parts of Midnight series the character appears and could be confused with the reader of that story) anyway, I will avoid as much as possible the important physical descriptions like skin color, eyes, hair, etc.

Prologue | A sweet cold heart.

First Scene | An annoying little honey pig.

Second Scene | The frog that became a prince.

Third Scene | If you ever need me, I'll be there.

Fourth Scene | Daisies over roses.

Fifth Scene | To give my heart.

Sixth Scene | The story of the frog and the little pig.

The End | And they lived happily ever after...

Midnight Masterlist.

A Second Chance | Billy Hargrove, The Bassist.

Warnings: Second Chance, Modern!Band! AU, Bassist! Billy, Designer! Reader.

Billy had never believed in love. His parents never loved each other, never showed him what love was, and he never knew how to show it, at least not until he met the most important people in his life: his friends. They were always there for him, they cried together, laughed together and made messes together. He loved them all equally, except for her. A beautiful, jovial, cheerful, sarcastic and very, very, outgoing girl. Billy loved her, no, he adored her, she was the love of his life. When they started dating, they both couldn't even contain their excitement. Billy was just making his debut on Midnight, his fame wasn't big yet, but he was satisfied with his life, but, unlike him, that jovial girl he loved so much didn't think so. She loved him, very much, and she knew that, if he stayed by her side, his fans would not stand for it. She knew this environment well, and she could not allow herself to be a nuisance for Billy, to fulfill that dream that excited him so much. That's why, one of those many nights when they stayed together at each other's house, she made the horrible decision to leave him a letter with a clear and concise message: 'We broke up, please don't look for me'. And so, without a second thought, she fled his side forever, leaving Billy torn up inside, with hundreds of questions and zero answers. Now, years later, their past seems to haunt them relentlessly, something that, for both of them, causes them indescribable fear and desire.

"I see we meet again," Billy said, walking up to your side with a glass of wine in his hand.

"I'm afraid so" despite your immense urge to vomit, you took your whole glass in one sip, trying not to expel it out of your mouth the instant after.

"We have a lot to talk about" he looked at you, fixed and deep. The guilt began to return, too strong, too sudden.

"No, we have nothing to talk about" you set the cup down on the marble balcony, afraid to use too much force, but it didn't break, so you just went on your way. Or at least you tried to.

"You know better" Billy stopped you, taking your wrist firmly, but without hurting you.

He pulled you close to him, too close for your liking, too close for your heart. He was afraid you'd leave him again, that you'd go away without explanation, that you'd be just a passing person in his life, leaving a mess in his.

"I deserve an explanation" his warm forehead collided with yours. Their breaths mingled and your lips parted. You wanted to tell him, you wanted him to know, but the fear was greater, your desire to run away was even more so, "just...don't leave me, not again."

(The red ones are seen from your point of view, the black ones are narrated from Billy's point of view). After the epilogue there will be a description of the character that is with Billy and her name (this is because in the other parts of Midnight series the character appears and could be confused with the reader of that story) anyway, I will avoid as much as possible the important physical descriptions like skin color, eyes, hair, etc.

Him | The Day I Left You.

Her Voice | Ghost Memories.

His Eyes | I Want To See Them Bright.

Her Freckles | My Heart Beat Again.

His Hair | This Is My truth.

Her Smile | Enlighten My Life, Stay With Me.

His Love | All Of Me.

Her | "Us".

Midnight Masterlist.

Ps.: I Always Loved You | Eddie Munson, The Guitarist.

Warnings: Modern!Band! AU, Guitarist! Eddie, Baterist! Reader, Best friends to Lovers.

It's been years since Midnight released their first album, it's also been years since they won their first award, and that certainly means a lot to Eddie. Ever since he was a little boy, he always dreamed of being able to play guitar on stage with hundreds of thousands of people watching him, admiring his effort, and of course, he still loved it. Since they started having a fan club, hundreds of letters with the Gogo signature have come into his hands. They are letters of confessions. Not only of love, of which there are obviously some, but of natural things, his day to day life, his pain, his joy, everything. These letters have meant that, little by little, Eddie has begun to generate feelings for this mysterious person with the nickname Gogo, this person whose face and name he does not know, but he has still managed to understand her emotions and feelings, and he is willing to do anything to find her, even if it means giving up his dream.

"There are times," Eddie said, looking up at the night sky, "when we simply can't control our hearts."

You nodded, knowing that feeling all too well.

"Yes, of course I know that, but why do you say that?"

"Because I'm afraid it's happened to me" a depressing smile made your heart shrink. Eddie had just said he was in love, and it was more than obvious he didn't mean you, "And with the worst person."

"May I know who that is?" you murmured with a slight fear in your voice, knowing the answer would break your heart in two.

"That's the point, honey, even I don't know who she is," he looked at you for a second, his eyes glittering with pain, "the only thing I have from this person are letters, hundreds of them."

Letters, you thought. A thought crossed your mind like a bolt of lightning. You swallowed saliva, your heart in your throat, too nervous to speak coherently.

"And how is the letter signed? Because I imagine it must have one, right?"

"That's right," he reached into his black leather pocket, revealing a neatly folded sheet of paper with the name Gogo in one corner.

For an instant, you couldn't believe it. The blood rushed up to your cheeks and a warmth flooded all over you. That was your signature.

(The purple ones are seen from your point of view, the black ones are narrated from Eddie's point of view). After the epilogue there will be a description of the character that is with Eddie and her name (this is because in the other parts of Midnight series the character appears and could be confused with the reader of that story) anyway, I will avoid as much as possible the important physical descriptions like skin color, eyes, hair, etc.

2016 | Debut.

Sunday 8th | I Want To Know Her.

Monday 16th | Count On Me.

Tuesday 2nd | Time To Think.

Wednesday 6th | Afraid To Fall In Love.

Thursday 18th | Love U, Don't Leave Me.

Friday 4th | I'm In Love.

2025 | Just The Way You Are.

Midnight Masterlist.

Hurt/Comfort Dividers

all dividers made by me. please like and reblog if you use. credit is always appreciated but not necessary.

Waking up with the sun's rays on your face and the warmth of Steve's body under yours, wrapping his arm around your shirt-covered waist and tucking the other behind his head. I definitely think it would be a very common scenario between the two of you. Eyes barely open, spotting every freckle and mole covering his beautiful face that is now covered in unruly hair. Waking up next to him (on him, rather) wanting to remind him that he's the best thing that ever happened to you and kissing him and hugging him tightly and caressing each of his scars because you need to reassure him that you love him, because you're never sure if you'll die today from some interdimensional bullshit.

(I will write about this soon, but in two different scenarios and with two different au's, just wanted to save it so I don't forget the idea lol).