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So, I'm going to see The Warning in Chicago on Tuesday, and I get to attend as a photographer :)

In honor of getting to photo them again, here's my top 3 photos I took of them when I went to see them last year

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the dimetrescu sisters are REAL and they are the warning band <3

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She Wears Short Skirts, I wear T-Shirts: Chapter 11

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: After releasing your very first album, your band begins to prepare for a small headlining tour around the US. However, in the midst of your endeavor's, James Hook has plans of his own... In attempt to win Bridget back... Or maybe making it so that no one but him could have her.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Stalking, Attempted Kidnapping, Public Fight

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold = Singing, F/n = Friend's name, B/n = Band Name, Bold/Italic = Flashback, G/n = Guitarist's name, Ba/n = Bassist's name

Chapter Theme(s): Six Feet Deep - The Warning

A/n: Bridget acquires the 'Scary Dog Privileges'.

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*Bridget's POV* As you finish the toppings to your 'Taste of Home' assignment, you jump at the sudden knock on the door.

"Bridget, can we talk?" Hook asks

You were about to hit him with a hard 'no', but he walks in anyway...

"I don't have time right now," You say, "I have to finish this assignment and head out."

"Well, you can still chat and do work," He continues pushing

"I really am not in the mood to talk," You say, carefully wrapping the food, "Especially to you..."

"Well I am," He pushes

You gently place the food back down...

"James Hook I do not want to ever speak to you again!" You turn to him, voiced raised, "You were the one who cheated on me! I don't understand why you're all of a sudden attempting to win me back. When it was really Y/n the whole time! Now, if you're done, get out of my life and never come back!"

"You can't mean that," He says, gently grabbing your hands, "Please, I'll be better this time!"

You try to pull your hands away, but his grip tightens.

"Hook, let go...." You begin to waver

"Not until you take me back!" He begins to try to pull you to him

"Hey! What's going on in here?!" Tiana comes in

Her face drops at the sight of Hook.

"Get out Hook," She growls

He lets go and raises his hands in defeat, heading for the door. The monitor comes to you and helps you put the food into the fridge.

"Are you okay Bridget?" She asks

"I... I... I..." You try to answer

"Tell you what, I'll close this up early, and you can go home," Tiana says, "If you have your photos for submitting the assignment, go home."

You nod, immediately walking to the door, but stop...

"What's wrong?" She asks

"What... What if he's sill there?" You ask

"Okay, then is there anyone else that you trust that can walk with you?" She asks

You nod, texting your friend Ella.

+*+

"I cannot believe Hook did that," Ella sighs in annoyance, "I'm surprised he's groveling at your feet, begging you to take him back."

You nod, blankly agreeing. You were still at a loss for words...

"You gonna be okay?" You ask Ella

"I'll be fine," She answers, "Now get into your place and relax."

You nod, wanting to watch Ella disappear into campus, but you enter your complex, slamming the door to your apartment, sighing deeply.

"What's wrong Bridget?" Yn's voice startles you

You forgot that you gave her the spare key to your apartment. As soon as you make eye contact with her, your lips quiver and your eyes begin to water. Immediately she stands and walks over to you, wrapping you in an embrace. Your hands ball parts of her shirt as your legs become weak, sinking onto the floor. She follows suit. She sits against the door as you sob within her embrace.

"Babe, talk to me," She says, calmly

"I... Assignment.... Hook," You try to put coherent sentences together

But, with the mention of 'Hook'... Her face dropped.... As you try to calm yourself down, you look up at her; her facial expression dropped.. You gasp as she effortlessly sweeps you up off of the floor and brings you into the room.

"Wh-where are you going?" You ask, sitting up

"Need to know basis babe," She says, "I'll just be out on the balcony."

"Okay, don't be long," You say, "Please..."

*Y/n's POV* As soon as you step out onto the balcony, you sign in annoyance. You pull out your phone and text your friends.

Hook is going too far.... What do you mean? From what Bridget had babbled to me.... I'm guessing she was doing an assignment and harassed her. How obsessed is this guy? Extremely. Okay, so how are we going to do this? Isn't your girlfriend in college still? Yeah... You can't be on guard 24/7 either, we need you here too. In a few days may I add. May I also remind you that we have an album release show in a few months.

"You can't stay here... Can you?" Bridget's voice startles you

You turn around as she seeks your embrace once again.

"I can't," You sigh, "They'll expect me back..."

"I understand," She says

"It'll worry me though," You sigh, "Can't you get one of your friends to stay with you? At least for the next few months?"

"All of my friends have partners they live with," She says, "I could stay with them but I'd feel like a burden."

"Not unless you explain the situation," You say, "I'm sure there's a few friends you're close with that know."

"Ella... Tiana..." She says, "They're the only ones that know. But Ella has Charming, and Tiana has Naveen."

"Hand me your phone," You say

*Bridget's POV* Without a second thought, you hand her your phone. You notice her texting. You try to peek over her arm however, Y/n doesn't let you have a single peek.

You jump at the sudden knock at your apartment door. However, Y/n breaks from your embrace and goes to open the door.

"Y-y/n wait," You get up after her

You attempt to stop her from opening the door willy-nilly. However, Ella and Tiana are on the other side of the door.

"Thanks you two," Y/n sighs in relief

"Oh no worries, anything to help out our favorite drummer's girl," Tiana smiles, walking past her

"Aka our best friend," Ella adds

Ella gives her a pat on the shoulder before walking past her.

"What are you in the mood for sugar?" Tiana asks, immediately hopping into your little kitchen, "You just say the word and I'll get to cooking. You too Y/n."

"Oh, I possibly can't-"

"You dare to decline my cooking?" Tiana puts her hands on her hips

Y/n raises her hands in defeat, "Alright I give. My bandmates don't expect me back until the day after tomorrow."

Tiana's attention goes back to Bridget, "Now you. What are you in the mood for sugar?"

"We haven't eaten dinner yet.... I'm kind of in the mood for your famous gumbo. I need something spicy. A step back from something sweet."

+*+

You and Y/n sit with Ella whilst Tiana works her cooking magic in the kitchen.

"You sure you don't need help Ti?" You look over to her

"I'm good sweetheart, you just relax with your girl over there!" She replies

"Not going to lie, I feel bad for being the only partner here," Y/n says, chuckling

"Nonsense," Ella waves off her concerns, "It's nice to be away from Charming for once."

"And you said that you'd feel like a burden for dragging them away from their partners," Y/n playfully pokes your cheek

You roll your eyes as you push her hand away.

"Oh, she always does this," Ella says

"Ella!" You try to shush her

"We'd always offer to come over but she always declines the company," Tiana adds to the fire

You glare at her...

"We keep trying to tell her that we'd be more than happy to give her company, especially this whole entire James Hook stalking her thing," Ella continues

You look at Y/n sheepishly as she looks down at you. She sighs as you lean into her.

"I feel the safest when Y/n is here," You confess to your friends, "Most times I know I'm going to be alone eventually so... I just suck it up and power through until graduation."

"Where would you go after then?" Ella asks

"Probably back home," You answer, "Or on tour with Y/n."

You feel her head look over to you.

"What'll you do with your culinary degree then?" Tiana asks, sitting on the cushion on the floor next to Ella

"We'll commission her to make us food on tour," Y/n blurts

You turn around to look at Y/n, eyes widened.

"And how many nights are on tour?" Tiana asks

"Okay we won't have her be making us food every night of tour," She clarifies, "We'll probably have her do them on the most important nights. Like opening and closing night."

"So.... Only twice?" Tiana asks

"She also knows how to run a merch table too," She adds, "We'd have her helping our merch manager; my best friend's partner."

"Wow Bridget's already getting things lined up after college," Ella whistles, "A lot farther than me."

"Please, they've just happened," You try to play it low, "Plus, Y/n really came through any introduced me to everything and everyone in her circle."

Tiana brings the pot to the coffee table; putting it on a heat-safe mat. She passes bowls to the three of you before fixing herself a bowl.

"You sure know how to network," Tiana smiles

"More like I'm connecting with an old friend," You clarify, "Who has the networking skills."

"Give yourself credit babe," Y/n sighs, "You're so modest. Indeed I introduce you to a handful of new people, it's where you decide to take those. Whether you begin to make small talk or not."

+*+

Ella and Tiana set up their own sleeping arrangements out in the living room as you and Y/n lay in bed in your room.

"I hope you'll be able to tour with us," She says, tracing shapes on your shoulder

"Me too," You reply, "It doesn't start until after I graduate right?"

She nods.

"Was that intentional?" You ask

She nods again.

"Did you mean it? When you said that you'd commission me to make a treat for opening and closing night of tour?" You ask

"I'll have to consult with my bandmates and team, but I'm sure that they'll be more than happy to have you bake stuff for us," She says

"Sometimes you do too much," You giggle

"I have no idea what you mean," You hear the joke in her voice

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," You sigh

"I'm simply giving out ideas for you," She clarifies, "I encourage you to take them but it's your choice if you really want to take them."

+*+

That was the last time Y/n had come to stay with you. Tiana and Ella come by every night and spend the night with you up until finals. Y/n attends your commencement alongside your family.

Her family helps move her things and yours into a slightly bigger apartment...

"Wow this is so much bigger than your old apartment," You gaze at the high ceiling

"You have stayed with Y/n before?" Your mom asks

"A few times but it was mostly when we had a show here in the city," Y/n clarifies, "She's mostly been cooped at school."

+*+

You attend Y/n's album release party as a special guest.

Life couldn't be better for you.

"Has Y/n done anything special since bagging you?" F/n's girlfriend asks

"Oh, plenty of times," You chuckle

"That's not what I meant," She says, winking

You think back to the first night you shared the couch-bed with Y/n back in the fall...

"I'm not sure what you mean," You lie

"Oh you do," She says, playfully bumping you in the shoulder

"I don't want her to do things that would make her uncomfortable," You say

"Knowing her, when it comes to you," She says

You follow her gaze to Y/n and the band, chatting with other people who seem to be band members of another band.

"She's so damn comfortable," She finishes

She walks away to another part of the venue.

"Hey you," Y/n smiles, wrapping an arm around the small of your back, "You doing okay?"

You nod, smiling into your cup.

+*+

You lay with Y/n as the bus rolls to the next city.

"You doing okay?" She asks

"I just can't believe I'm going on tour with you," You lift your head, looking down at her, smiling, "Last time you went on tour as far as my memory goes was... Prom..."

That tour in particular was foggy in your mind. Everything was clockwork.

+*+

Despite that you have taken an internship to Europe in college, it didn't compare to traveling the country with Y/n as a part of the band - in a way.

You didn't realize you were already in the final city of the tour...

*Y/n's POV* You go through band check-in and begin hauling in your equipment. You set them up on the stage, giving the opening bands enough room to set up their equipment.

After your personal setup, you send Bridget to help f/n's girlfriend with merch setup as you run through the sound and warm-up. You go through each drum to ensure their proper volume.

You run through a few songs and then head into the green room and listen through the doors of the other band warming up. You watch as Bridget comes in with f/n's girlfriend.

"How'd setup go?" F/n asks

"Fine," She says, sitting next to her

"What time do doors open?" Bridget asks

"Not until 6pm," Ba/n answers

"Do we want to find a place to get some food?" F/n asks

"Like... Go out, sit down?" Ba/n asks

"Why not?" She asks, "We have the time. Let's find one that isn't too busy and not too far away."

"Bridget and I have some baking to do," You say, "Send a pic of the menu."

+*+

You and Bridget go to the nearby bakery and the owners turn at the sound of the bell at their door.

"Ahh, there they are!" The owner comes around the counter, greeting the two of you, "I hope this won't go into your call time."

"Not at all," Bridget smiles

"It's as we've discussed," You say, "We'll be here about before the venue's doors open."

The owner leads you into the back, handing Bridget an apron.

"You told me your girlfriend there has recently got a bachelor's in culinary arts correct?" She asks

Bridget nods. She places her in front of an empty bowl.

"Make the best cupcakes you got," She says, "If they're for your girlfriend's band after the final show? They have a lot of faith in you."

You look over and note her stiffness.

"We all believe in you," You whisper, "It's just another day in the kitchen for you."

*Bridget's POV* You nod as you watch Y/n walk off with the owner; most likely to discuss financial aspects. You reach for the flour, and begin mixing dry ingredients together. Everything began to click with you.

"So, what got you into baking?" The head baker asks

"I just really enjoyed making treats for everyone, sharing them among all of my friends," You explain

"You ever thought about opening your own bakery?" They ask

"Oh, all the time," You answer, "I graduated recently so I'm working on getting myself out there, hoping to get commissions first. I also wouldn't be opposed to working in a bakery in my home city either."

"That's a great start," They tell you

+*+

You and Y/n walk back to the venue and have Security help you getting through the back entrance doors. F/n and G/n come over and help you carry the extra boxes to put into the green room. All of you can hear fans beginning to pile into the venue.

"Speech! Speech!" The opener band chants

Ba/n pats Y/n forward.

"I hate you," She whispers at him, "Anyway! it's been real on this tour. Let's make this last one the best it has ever been!"

As the opener band performs, you help F/n's girlfriend grabbing merch as she runs the card reader. You were able to handle cash when it was given.

"Oh my god!" A fan yells

You look over and see f/n grabbing the merch from you and hand it to the fan.

"Go on," She whispers, "You deserve to have fun too. Y/n is in the All Access area: Side stage."

You nod as you slip between the gap between the table and the barricade, making your way to the side stage entrance. You poke at Y/n's shoulder, and she makes room for you, standing behind you.

+*+

As the opener band begins loading out their equipment, you stand side stage as the intro begins to play.

"Hey," Bridget pokes your shoulder

You turn to her as your bandmates walk out to the stage. Before you could even ask her anything, she tugs at your shirt and kisses you. As she pulls away, she smiles. She backs away to let you walk onto the stage.

But the new time you look backstage: she isn't there. Presumably back at the merch table. So you look over towards the back of the venue hopes to spot her. God it was hard to see through the people and the stage lights: you were sitting in the back too so it didn't help one bit.

+*+

"This is gonna be our last song for the night," F/n says, "But, my friend in the back needs some love and attention too."

You put the sticks on the snare and make your way to the front of the stage, taking the mic from F/n's hands she walks to your drum set.

+*+

We're all seeing black now Meet your maker and bow down, uh-uh But you pray to your God till you're chewed up and spat out

So what you gonna say when you're choking on my name? 'Cause it's over Six-feet deep I'll be seeing you underground! Got you figured out! (got you figured out!) Can't get any lower now 'Cause it's over

"Sing it!" You yell through the mic

You hold it up towards the audience...

Six-feet deep

Then you bring it back to you.

I'll be seeing you underground I'll be seeing you underground

As you finish out the song, you could hear Bridget's muffled voice over the silence. As you look past the crowd, Hook dragging Bridget towards the back of the venue.

"Bridget!" You yell, dropping the microphone

You leap off of the stage: f/n dropping the sticks and nearly knocking over Y/n's drums, following after you. Ba/n and G/n dropping their instruments and follow you and f/n.

You practically leap down the small set of stairs as you attempt to reach Hook before he could get to the back entrance.

"Let her go!" You yell

Tears streamed down Bridget's face as she attempts to get him to let go of her: to no avail. Hook looks away for a moment. However, your fist connects with his face as soon as he looks back at you. His grip on Bridget loosens as she falls onto the ground. F/n laying the next punch.

Being a former football player, he was able to push the both of you out of the way and begin making his way towards Bridget again. you and f/n both dive for his ankles, and he falls mere inches from her.

"I said to keep away from her!" You growl rising to your feet

"You stole her from me!" He yells, "I'm just taking her back!"

You immediately rise to your feet however feel pain soar throughout your facial area. Hook barely gives you time to recoup. However, f/n jumps in; clocking him in the jaw.

G/n and Ba/n grab you and f/n and hold you back as venue security grab Hook and apprehend him. You shake g/n's grip off of you and your brain immediately thinks of your girlfriend. Other security attempt to hold back the other concert-goers: but a handful of phones were pointing in your direction.

"Bridget?" You panic, examining her entire body, despite that you were barely able to think cohesively

Bridget was the only thought in your head.

"Did he hurt you?" You ask

You watch blurry-eyed as she shakes her head in declination. You sigh in relief as police arrive to cuff Hook. You help Bridget to her feet, however she collapses into you and sobs uncontrollably into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry," You comfort her, "I shouldn't have left you on your own...."

Chapter 12

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She Wears Short Skirts, I Wear T-Shirts: Chapter 10

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: Bridget continues to finish up her final year of college and you feel inspired to create new music with your band. The both of you decide to spend the holidays back home, both with family, and just the two of you...

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Semi-NSFW

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, Bold = Singing, Bold/Italic = Flashback, G/n = Guitarist's name, C/n = Cheer Captain's Name

Chapter Theme(s): You Belong with Me (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

A/n: n/a

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*Y/n's POV* You and Bridget arrive to her apartment after the party dispersed.

"I cannot believe C/n did that," Bridget sighs in annoyance

"What do you mean?" You ask

"Asking so much out of you and the band," She clarifies

"I mean, it felt a little awkward to be at a party that's typically attended by cheerleaders and football players," You say, "But, it went well."

"My point exactly," She says, "You didn't have to feel obligated to grant her every wish just because she politely asked and batted her eyes. I love her but... Jeez..."

She sighs again as she flops onto the couch.

"If it makes you feel any better, we've never played a mini-gig like that in a long time," You say, sitting on the couch's arm rest, "So, it was nice to perform somewhere... Less open, and with less people."

"Yeah, but you don't owe them anything," She says

You follow her onto the couch, scooping her into your arms.

"Point taken," You sigh, "But, it'll most likely be the last time. Since, well... You're graduating. Don't tell me Bridget is jealous."

"So what if I am a little jealous?!" She asks, "You belong with me!"

"Well.... I'm already with you," You chuckle, "I made sure I made that very clear to all of your cheer teammates who were present."

You kiss her temple, as you hear her begin to giggle.

"There she is. Come on, let's get you out of that dress," You calmly say

*Bridget's POV* You look down and see her hands beginning to loop around the straps of your dress.

"OH! I got it thanks!" You spring from the couch and beelines it to her bedroom, shutting the door

As you shut the bathroom door, you stand there, trying to recompose yourself. You quickly undress and remove your makeup before coming out to meet Y/n out in the living room again.

*Y/n's POV* "Aren't you going to sleep in your room?" You ask

She slithers onto the couch, settling herself between your arms. Refusing to leave your side.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," She says, "You're my girlfriend remember?"

"Hmm, you're right," You chuckle

The both of you get up and you follow Bridget into her bedroom.

+*+

"Hey, G/n, play that solo one more time," Your producer says

You watch as his fingers dance along the neck of his guitar. You only tear your eyes away when you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket.

Hey... When do you get out of recording so you can pick me up for us to go home for the holidays?

Right...

You planned to go home together for the holidays. But, the both of you agreed that you would wait to drive home the next morning.

Not for another hour.... I'm starting to hate being in my apartment alone... That's going to take me a few hours to get to you babe... Yeah... I know... I'm going to bake something or anything... Maybe that'll take my mind off things. I'll see you soon.

+*+

You immediately hop into your car as soon as the recording session was over.

Hey I'm on my way. Won't be there for about an hour. Okay! Can't wait to see you!

You grab some food and gas and begin driving over to Auradon University, or at least, wherever Bridget was staying around the campus.

+*+

As you drive down her street, you look at both sides to try and find her apartment. Once you do, you park in the street, turning your car off. However, as soon as you get out, you see a car on the other side of the street... Lights still on, but windows were tinted... You been walking up to it but it drives off in a hurry.

Huh... Weird...

You turn back and begin making your way up the stairs to her apartment. She buzzes you in and you walk up to her door. She had the door open, waiting for you to arrive. Your lips crack into a smile as soon as she had come into view.

"Drive went okay?" She asks, sighing into your embrace

"Yeah," You answer, but yawning, "Exhausted. But odd thing was, as soon as I got here, there was a car that was just... Sitting outside."

"Just... Sitting outside?" She asks, "What kind of car was it?"

I couldn't catch the brand but it was just a simple black car," You explain, "Drove off as soon as they saw me though..."

*Bridget's POV* Your heart drops slightly.

It couldn't be Hook.... Right?

He's only been to your place a small handful of times but you last expected him to turn into some kind of stalker.

"Hey, Bridge," Y/n calls out to you, calmly

She seats you onto the couch and she swings her arm over your shoulder.

"We'll be going home tomorrow," She reassures you, "Whoever that was is gone now. They won't be able to reach you at home."

You nod, attempting to calm yourself down.

"Whoever it is, I'll make sure they won't lay a single finger on you," She says

You nod again.

"Now come on," She yawns, "We got a long drive back tomorrow."

You follow her into your bedroom and she immediately begins changing into her pajamas, or what she believes is to be pajamas. She jumps into your bed, adjusting herself to lay comfortably.

"What are you waiting for? An invitation?" She asks, "Come on."

Without a second thought, you climb into bed, reluctantly resting your head onto her shoulder.

"You're tense," She says, "Relax love."

"Sorry..." You say

"Don't be," She reassures you, "You can tell me if something has been bothering you."

"It's nothing, really," You lie

"You sure?" She asks

You nod, nestling your head onto her clavicle. You yawn and lay with Y/n in the dark, awaiting for slumber to wipe over you.

"I won't let anything bad happen to you," Y/n's mumbled voice trickles your ear

+*+

You pack your last bag into Y/n's backseat and hop into her passenger seat.

"You sure you have everything?" She asks

"Y/n for the last time, yes I do," You giggle, "Now let's go home!"

+*+

Within a few hours you and Y/n arrive back into your hometown. Immediately just going home.

"You free later tonight?" You ask

"Yeah, I should be," She says, "Why?"

"Do you want to come over and bake together?" You ask, "My parents are going out for the weekend."

"Yeah, I'm down," She smiles

"EEEE! See you tonight babe," You smile

You lean over the shift console and give her a quick kiss. However, as you slowly pull away, you lurch forward, your arms wrapping around her neck as she pulls you into her lap.

"Y/n," You sigh

"Bridget, we have tonight," She chuckles

"Sorry, I'll see you tonight," You smile, getting out of her car

*Y/n's POV* You pull out from Bridget's driveway once she makes it past the front door. You greet your parents like normal and go up to your room, wasting the day away.

"Honey, we're going to get food from [restaurant name], do you want us to order some for you and Bridget for you to take over there?" Your mother calls from the kitchen

"Let me ask!" You reply

Hey, my parents are wondering if you want anything from [restaurant name]. Want anything? Oh! I would love a simple cheeseburger, fries and a strawberry milkshake. If that's no issue at all!

You tell your mother Bridget's order, and you go back to wasting your time until your parents came home with dinner.

+*+

You knock on the door and you hear Bridget squeal as you also hear her footsteps through the door. You smile as you raise the bag with one hand, and her drink in the other.

"Your family is the best," She sighs into a smile

You clean up the dishes and set up everything for the cupcakes.

"You sure are eager for these cupcakes," She comes over

"Well, I just wanted you to be ready to jump into baking as soon as you felt ready to," You chuckle

"I can quickly set up," She begins finding the ingredients

"I would like to feel helpful as my culinary artist girlfriend creates art," You say

"I wouldn't call myself a culinary artist," She says

"Don't be so modest," You say, leaning down

You rest your head on her shoulder as she mixes the dry ingredients together.

"I'm not being modest, I'm being real," She says, mixing an egg into the dry ingredients

"Never doubt yourself," You say

You wrap your arms around her hips.

"Easy for you to say, you're a drummer to the now-popular band," Bridget chuckles

"Well, every band starts out with doubts of how successful we were at the beginning," You confess, "Part of me wanted to leave out of fear that it wasn't going to skyrocket."

"But look at you now," She says, adding the food coloring to the frosting

You begin putting the cupcake wrappers into the cupcake tin as she walks over to add red food coloring to white frosting to make different hades of pink.

You reach over and press play on her phone.

She wears Short skirts

I wear T-shirts She's cheer captain

And she's in the bleachers

Dreaming 'bout the day When you wake up and find out What you're looking for has been here the whole time-

You hum along as you grab the batter and fill the wrappers.

"If I can confess an embarrassing memory, I would listen to this song whenever I thought about you," You chuckle

"Awww you did?" Bridget looks at you

"Aaaaaand I regret telling you already," You joke

You see Bridget coming over from the corner of your eye and rise onto her tip toes to give you a cheek kiss.

"It was to remind myself that you were cheer captain and I was someone who basically didn't exist," You also confess, "But, nonetheless, the crush was all the same."

"Can I tell you something too?" She asks, resting her chin on your shoulder

You turn your head.

"I had a crush on you too," She says

"Since when?" You ask, filling the final cupcake wrapper with batter

"Ever since I was confident enough to approach you after that one night after a football game," She says

You stop...

That long ago?....

"If... Uh... You had a crush on me that long... Why get with James Hook after winter break?" You ask, genuinely

You were hoping that it didn't come off as pissed.

"He's confessed he's had a crush on me for. a long time," She says, "I don't know what compelled me to say 'yes' but... I did..."

"Hmm," You hum, putting the cupcakes into the oven

"Are you... Mad?" She asks

"Why would I be upset about something that happened ages ago?" You ask

"I don't know...." She shrugs, "James was always bent on making me remind you throughout the remaining time in high school."

"Well, like the cliques... I kept to myself in the band room," You say, "Or skipped altogether. Come on, we're past high school bullshit."

"I just feel so bad and..." Her voice trails

"Hey," You coo

You put the batter bowl into the sink and cradle her face into your hands.

"I understand that you feel guilty about the whole ordeal back in high school," You begin, "But, we were young, and dumb back then. Not just you, not just me, not just Hook. All of us. After prom, I really took time to not only spend it with all of my friends, but to just reflect how fast I was just moving along. I really needed time away from everything that was home. In all honesty... I never stopped thinking about you since that day."

Bridget's eyes soften as they begin to well up with tears.

"Come on," You smile, "Let's finish these."

+*+

You and Bridget finish the cupcakes and snack on them. You look over and notice her writing down notes.

"You have to work on an assignment during holiday break?" You ask

*Bridget's POV* "Yeah, this project is a year-long project," You say

"About?" Y/n asks

"Compiling tastes from different recipes and making a whole dish out of it," You explain, "At the end of the year there's going to be a whole potluck final in my master culinary class."

"Oh," She smiles, "That's pretty snazzy. What have you done so far?"

"Oh, I'm doing all sorts of things," You smile

"Okay, back up, is there a limit to how many dishes you can do?" She asks

"Two," You answer

"And how many are you doing?" She asks

"Two," You answer

"You always had a nag for baking and cooking," She sighs into a smile, "What kind of dishes are you doing?"

"A savory and a sweet dish," You answer

"You're so ambitious," She chuckles

"Is that a bad thing?" You ask

"Oh no. Not even in the slightest," She clarifies, "I'm only questioning how much you're making for a single class."

"Well.... It's not just going to be my fellow classmates and the professor," You say, "She's inviting chefs from the top-rated restaurants in the country."

"Oh," Y/n's voice goes up an octave, "That's very... Something."

+*+

*Y/n's POV* You decided to spend the remainder of the weekend with Bridget so she wouldn't feel alone whist her parents were away.

"Thanks for stying with me," Bridget tells you

"Of course," You say

"Are you guys coming out with new music soon?" She asks

"Soon, but we're on holiday break right now," You say

"When's that album release?" She asks

"Mmmmm somewhere in spring," You answer

"Got a working title for it?" She asks

"Hah you sure are chatty," You chuckle

"Just trying to keep conversation," She says

"Are you going away for new years?" You ask

She chuckles as she props her torso up by her elbows, looking down at you.

"Now you're the one asking questions," She smiles

"Just trying to keep conversation," You repeat her words

"Oh, you play dirty," Bridget lowers her upper body

"Who says I like to play clean?" You raise your upper body, smirking

She gasps as you wrap your arm around her hips to keep her in place. Your eyes subtly drift down to her lips. Bridget sighs as she leans down further. Your other hand rests on the other side of her hip, bringing the both of you back down onto her bed.

*Bridget's POV* Your breath shudders as her hand moves under your shirt.

"Don't hesitate to tell me to stop Bridget," She sighs

Her fingers move higher... Ghosting over your nipples.

"Oh my..." You nearly yelp

"It's okay," She coos to you

You twitch as her hands continue exploring the skin underneath your shirt. You gasp when her knee moves underneath you. You couldn't help but smile. Her knee moves again. You purse your lips together, suppressing a moan.

Chapter 11

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I'm. Feral.

While everyone is all over agathario (me ngl) I'm all over the Salem Seven.

[mackeydoodledoo]

Pov: falling in love with the Salem Seven would feel like...

A/n: it doesn't specify which one, the listener gets to pick. In Honor of the finale tonight...

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I Wear T-Shirts: Chapter 9

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: You and Bridget solidify your relationship. She asks you to come to the final home game of the season, however, tell her that your band has a gig the same day. Bridget doesn't know that the gig is being the halftime of her home football game. You get to meet her cheer team at an afterparty and see James Hook.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, NSFW recollections

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, B/n = Band Name, Bold/Italic = Flashback, G/n = Guitarist's name, Ba/n = Bassist's name, Bold = Singing, C/n = Captain's Name

Chapter Theme(s): Halftime Setlist | Afterparty Setlist

A/n: Enjoy the fact that this is a LONG chapter :)

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*Bridget's POV* You open your eyes and notice it was still dark out. However, see the sky beginning to turn a dark shade of blue.

You sigh, and arch your back as Y/n's lips slowly trail down your body.

"Y/n," You whisper

"Hmm?...." She looks up at you, eyes half open

"Please tell me you were fully awake when we...." Your voice trails off

You let out a strangled moan as Y/n gently rubs your clit in small circles, your entire body on fire.

"Y/n," You moan her name

"I'm here," She replies, resting her forehead onto yours

She slowly picks up her pace.

Your head tilts back, digging into the pillow.

"I was," She answers, "But, somewhat still asleep. But, I was mostly conscious."

"When?..." You ask

"The moment you said that you were real," She answers

You lean down and kiss her firmly.

+*+

The next time you wake up, you see Y/n over in the kitchen. You throw on a hood hanging on the back of a chair and slowly wrap your arm around her stomach and rest your chin on her shoulder. Your eyes look down at her arm, and finally see the details of her sleeve. Your other hand traces the vines all up and down her arm.

"It's beautiful," You kiss the back of her shoulder

"Told you that you'd see the sleeve eventually," She chuckles

"Is there a reason you chose floral design?" You ask

"The aesthetic," She answers, "No real meaning behind it, other than I liked it."

She seats you down at the tabletop bar and begin setting out plates for breakfast.

"So, what time are you going back to college?" She asks

"In a few hours," You say, "Gotta catch up on some work before the week starts."

"Glad I decided not to go to college," She says, sitting in the seat next to you, "Too much money..."

"College isn't for everyone," You say, "Music is working out for you so, there wouldn't be a point for you to go."

"Yeah," She says

*Y/n's POV* "So, how did you and Hook get into the same college?" You ask

"He got a full ride football scholarship," Bridget says, "I did the traditional application and got a few scholarships of my own. It was entirely coincidental."

"Ahh," You say, "Here I thought you simply 'ran off' to the same college to follow him."

"Ha ha very funny," She chuckles, "I wouldn't want to follow anyone..."

"Only me," You tease

"I'll keep it in mind once I graduate," She says, "I'll have to figure out where my culinary skills will lead me."

"Maybe we'll hit you up for catering for a local show," You suggest

"That's a possibility," She says, "But, all of the events outside of campus; study sessions, football afterparties, he'd even come to our cheerleader get-togethers. Mostly because half of our team is dating the football team."

"Ew, talk about cliche romances," You sigh

"Yeah, but you should come to our last football game this season," Bridget suggests

"When?" You ask

"This upcoming Saturday," She says

"Ahh, I have a gig that day," You say, "One of our biggest ones to date."

"Aww, a shame, what's the gig? Are you opening for a big band that's on an arena tour?" She asks

"Something like that," You shrug

+*+

As you finish the last bits of food, your mind begins trailing back to the events of the previous night...

As your lips trail down Bridget's stomach, she twitches. You stop and look up at her.

"I'm sorry," She pants

"Don't be," You caress her face

She leans into your touch.

"Do you want me to stop Bridget?" You ask

"God please no," She begs, smiling

You lowly chuckle as you begin to kiss her stomach again. Her skin was smooth. Way too smooth. You questioned how often she moisturizes her body. You continue to taste the scent left on her skin; continuing to make her writhe right under you.

"Y/n," Bridget's voice calls out, slightly muffled

"Hmm?" You ask, your eyes traveling up to meet hers

"Uhm... My eyes are up here," She chuckles

"Sorry I was zoning out," You say

She hooks her finger under your chin, Mhm, don't worry, there'll be more opportunities."

She hops down from the chair, "Right now I have to get ready to go."

She smiles as she gives your cheek a gentle pinch before running to the bathroom. You out the couch back as you wait for Bridget to finish in the bathroom.

+*+

"Shouldn't we tell your bandmates?" Bridget asks, standing back up, "Since... Well, you're around them a lot? And since I was at the show last night."

"Oh, do you want to?" You ask, "I wasn't sure if you wanted to be public about it first."

"I kinda do yeah," She gently smiles, "Just to your bandmates first. Funny as it sounds.... I really like being around your friends. Even if... One of them doesn't seem to be fond of me."

"She'll open up eventually," You say, hoping

You chuckle as you take out your phone, opening the camera. Bridget takes the phone and pulls your face towards hers. Even after she snaps the photo, she doesn't let go of you. You didn't want to let go of her either. However, she clears her throat as she takes a step back.

"I should uh..." She says, "I should get going. Got a long drive..."

"Yeah, right," You clear your throat, "Text me when you're home."

She nods as she shuts the car door. You watch her drive off from the guest area of the parking garage. On your way back up to your apartment, you share the photo with your bandmates group chat.

Finally! Jeez you wouldn't stop staring at that photo from high school. Even if it's someone from the past.... Sometimes second chances work out.

You don't see a reply from F/n... Understandable.

However, sometime later, you see a separate text from F/n.

You're real serious about her huh? Yeah, I am. Hah... It was obvious the moment you had her get into your car after our hometown show. But, I deserve a full on explanation later. Deal.

When you go into the studio later, your friends sitting in the lounge rather than the recording studio.

"Spill," F/n says

"Good to see y'all too," You chuckle, sitting in an open chair, "F/n did you tell them?"

"No, we were solely curious about how all of this between you and Bridget resurfaced," G/n says, "Missed that kiddo."

"To make a long story short... Her now-ex cheated," You answer, bluntly

They stare, blank-faced.

"Well that doesn't surprise me about Hook," F/n says, "He always seemed like a player. I'm surprised he hasn't attempted to try and win her back."

"She mentioned that he's tried right as she ended it," You explain, "But, I haven't seen anything recently."

"Good, I would totally like to wham my fist into his face," F/n says

"You always want to wham your fists on someone's face," You sigh, "But I would too."

"You two are the most chaotic," Ba/n sighs

"Ba/n, it's James Hook," You say, "I've been wanting to brawl with him for a hot while now."

"Okay can we discuss our upcoming gig now?" G/n asks

You all nod in agreement.

"Okay, so we all know we're going to be the halftime performance at Auradon University," G/n begins, "We only have twenty minutes..."

You wanted to tell Bridget, but G/n told you to not tell anyone. As it was the biggest show you guys would be doing all year.

"You didn't tell Bridget did you?" G/n looks at you

"No, I told her we had a gig, that's it," You answer, raising your hands

"Good," He says

+*+

Hey, good luck tonight. I'll be cheering for you in spirit :)

*Bridget's POV* You smile at Y/n's text as you put your phone into your purse. You have a phone call with Y/n almost every night; some night's it had been texting. You were sad that she wasn't able to make it out to your final game.

"Hey Bridge, you've been a lot more chipper lately," Your cheer captain comes up to you, "Who's the lucky person who swept you off of your feet?"

"Let's say it's someone who gave me a second chance," You answer, smiling

"Oh, was it this 'high school crush' you had?" She asks

"Yeah," You answer

"Gotta give me the deets later!" She smirks

You follow your girls out to the tunnel.

"Bridget," Hook's voice sends chills down your spine

Not in a good way.

You attempt to walk off with your girls however, he firmly grips your forearm.

"Hook stop," You yank your arm away, "We don't have time for this right now."

"Let it go Hook," your Cheer captain pulls you along

You hear him growl as you walk towards the other end of the tunnel.

"He wasn't too egressive was he?" She asks, looking down at your forearm

You shake your head, "I'm fine, let's get this show on the road."

+*+

"Good evening Auradon University!" the PA announces, "For tonight's halftime, we have brought a very special guest to perform for you all tonight."

You begin to hear a guitar riff playing loudly, but still low enough to hear the announcer.

"Please welcome back, G/n, and his band, B/n!" The announcer yells

Your eyes widen at the curtains ripping from its attachment to the columns holding the stage lights. You look over to your cheer mates and notice how they were losing their minds. You could only look in shock as Y/n's band plays on that stage.

You could hear the amount of people cheering for them. In four years, you didn't realize how much more popular they've gotten.

If we listen to each other's heart We'll find we're never too far apart And maybe love is a reason why For the first time ever, we're seein' it eye to eye

Seein' it eye to eye (Eye to eye) For the first time (first time) Seein' it eye to eye (first time) Eye to eye

But your eyes widen as Y/n leaves the drum set, and switches with the bassist going into the next song.

Since when could Y/n play anything other than drums?

You look at all of your girls and notice how they were all fawning, despite that their boyfriends were mere feet away. As soon as you turn back to see Y/n on the big screen, your heart thrummed against your chest.

Recipe for disaster Wondering what's gonna come after Will I ever know Do you? Do you?

Do you? Do you?

You watch as Y/n dances around the stage, having the time of her life.

I can't believe that's my girlfriend. Attractive... And multi-talented.

Don't know why, I don't know why, I don't know why I'm so obsessed I wish that I, yea, wish that I, yea, wish that I could worry less  Don't know why, I don't know why, I don't know why I'm so obsessed

Your eyes widen as Y/n stands on the kick drum.

I wish that I, I wish that I, I wish that I could worry less 

You gasp as she jumps off of it; landing perfectly on beat to the chorus.

Recipe for disaster Wondering what's gonna come after Will I ever know Do you? Do you?

Do you? Do you?

Throughout the next few songs, she switches between the instruments.... You were aware that she could sing backing vocals, but not once did you ever see her take the lead microphone, for the lead part.

Up until the second-to-final song...

She high-fives F/n as she hands her the microphone.

"Plot twist-the drummer does sing," She chuckles, "We all having a good time out there?"

The crowd erupts to loud cheering.

"Amazing to hear," Y/n speaks, "Well, it's been an honor performing halftime, I will be at the mic for these last two songs. This one goes out to my girl."

"Her girlfriend goes here?!" You overhear someone's conversation

It's me.

Your head looks around and see your cheer girls talking amongst themselves, assuming that they're coming up with theories to whom Y/n's girlfriend could be.

"She's like... Super hot," You overhear another conversation, "I'd be jealous of whoever her girlfriend is!"

You raise your moms up to your face and couldn't help but smirk to yourself. Your egotistical side wants to brag that the Y/n is your partner, however, either they wouldn't believe you, or you wouldn't hear the end of it. But, you cheer your heart out. Y/n Y/l/n just dedicated a song to you.

"Thanks everyone," She chuckles, "Thanks for having us out here. Now let's end this halftime on a high note!"

Y/n begins singing, muffled vocals as G/n backs it up.

Hyper aware of any change in your voice Yeah I can tell when i've started to annoy being alone is what I try to avoid I put in effort but it just gets destroyed It's true you got me undone I'm through letting you take away all of the fun

You seem so distracted with yourself with yourself Say I overreacted But it's hard for me to tell You you You're my only distraction in this hell but it's oh well

You watch as Y/n falls onto her knees as she sings the outro.

Don't mean to be a bother I'll get out of the way Cause one way or another I'm sensing foul play Say I'm overreacting it's getting hard to tell You were my one distraction but I still wish you well

Staff were quick about disassembling the stage setup as Y/n and her band break down their instruments, disappearing somewhere within the stadium itself. You run into the tunnel in hopes to spot them walking... Well, anywhere out of here.

"Bridget, what are you doing?" C/n asks, "We need to be back out there right now!"

Your head swings back from the hallway to your cheer captain.

"They're practically celebrities, they won't stick around!" She adds, gently grabbing your arm, "They might have special seating or something!"

Your eyes continue searching, your head turns back into the tunnel even after your captain drags you out of it.

*Y/n's POV* You load all music equipment into a small trailer, Ba/n locking it with a padlock.

"So.... Uhhh... What now?" You ask, "Football games are beneath me at this point."

"There's a really good place just out of campus, close to downtown," G/n says, "Assuming you guys have never been here before, let's go!"

Your bandmates agree and begin carpooling into Ba/n's car. You turn your back to them and pull out your phone; nothing from Bridget.

"Yo! Lover girl!" G/n calls you out

You turn back to them.

"We'll be back before the game is over and so you can see your girlfriend," He says, "Now get your ass in the car!"

+*+

"It was really weird having eyes literally everywhere on us, a whole three-sixty," F/n states, "Everywhere I look.... People."

"Even going to a stadium concert, the stage is always off to the side and then there would be a few small stages on the ground floor," Ba/n says

"Don't tell me you two were anxious about that run," G/n chuckles, "It's only going to continue going up from here."

*Bridget's POV* Another win for Auradon University... No surprise for you. Through the sea of exiting fans, you attempt to politely push through them as you rush to the locker room.

As soon as you reach the locker room, you immediately search for your phone, dialing Y/n.

"Yeah?" Y/n's voice answers on the other end

"Where are you?" You ask, throwing on sweats over your uniform

You gather all of your belongings.

"I have no clue," She answers, "I don't go here. We're just waiting at our cars for the traffic to let up so we can get out of here faster. But, I'm mostly waiting for you."

"I'm coming out of the locker room just hang on," You tell her

You keep her on the phone as you exit the locker room and out to the parking lot.

"Can you give me the general area of where you're waiting," You say

"Yeah uh.... I'm.... Well, we're kinda just across the street at the convenience store. Only place we could park at. Cheer captain slipped us an invitation to an after party at her mansion," She says

"Of course she did," You sigh, "Okay, I see you. I'll be over in a second."

As soon as Y/n comes into view, you begin breaking into a run. You notice her spotting you, and she makes her way towards you. You squeal as you jump into her arms.

"You are a liar," You laugh

"G/n wanted to keep it a secret," She chuckles

"Come on, I have to get changed and bring my treats to the after party," You say

+*+

Y/n meets you at your apartment.

"You're dressing up?" She asks

"Seniors do," You clarify, "One last time to feel pretty."

"Well, you don't really have to make an effort there," She chuckles

You smile uncontrollably as you reach into the fridge and grab cupcakes.

"I should wait until the party but I didn't know you were going to be here, so you're the first to try my fabulous pink flamingo feather cupcakes," You remove the cover from the platter

*Y/n's POV* You delicately take the cupcake and slowly undo the wrapping. You even out the frosting-cupcake ratio as your teeth tear into the bakery item.

"Heaven," You sigh, savoring each bite

"Now come on, we don't want to keep them waiting," Bridget hands you a platter of the cupcakes

+*+

You carefully take the bakery items out from a secure spot in her trunk

"Bridget! And... Y/n Y/l/n," One cheerleader attempts to not faint on the spot, "B/n's drummer."

"Hi," You awkwardly smile

You and Bridget walk off to the kitchen, putting the cupcakes somewhere on an open spot on the dessert table. You linger behind Bridget as she brings you into the living room; your bandmates already there. They're chatting among everyone present.

This living room is bigger than my apartment....

"Uhhhhh," Bridget says, clearing her throat loudly

Your head travels down to her as the eyes land on the two of you.

"Girls, I have an announcement," Bridget announces

Without another word, she tugs the collar of your jacket, her eyes looking down at your lips, then looking back up at you. One arm snakes around her waist; pulling her into you, and the other uses its index finger to tilt her head up to you. The both of you meet halfway: the room erupting into a cheer. The both of you rest your foreheads against each other as the cheering continues.

"It feels like we just got married," You chuckle

"Would that be a bad thing?" She asks, smiling

You shake your head, "But, save that for the future."

"God since when!?" A cheerleader asks

"Mere weeks ago," You answer, "But, I've known her for a long while."

"So... She's the one that gave you a second chance?" Another cheerleader asks

Bridget nods, "The cheer captain."

You nod and give the captain a head nod. You find an open spot on the floor and Bridget sits between your legs, leaning back into your body.

"So.... How do you guys know each other?" A football player asks

"We attended the same high school together," Bridget says

"Wouldn't you know it, she's the one who came up to me," You chuckle, "Back then, I was drum captain."

"Pretty lame if you tell me," Hook's voice booms from across the room

"Lay off Hook," One of his teammates tells him, "I'm always in for good music, and want to know all about the people behind them."

+*+

As the night rolls on, your band and the football/cheer team continue conversing amongst one another.

"Hey, I know it might be last minute, but would it be okay if you guys give a performance before my parents kick us all out?" The cheer captain asks

You look to all of your bandmates. They give a thumbs up.

"Give us a little bit to discuss a setlist," You answer

Bridget gets up and you follow your bandmates outside.

*Bridget's POV* "C/n that's asking too much," You cross your arms

"Sorry," She shrugs her shoulders, "They seem willing to do it anyway. Who knows when we'll get another opportunity like this again!"

You roll your eyes.

+*+

You watch as C/n does the decent thing and help them hook up their sound equipment to the power to her house.

"Y/n, you don't have to do this you know," You come up to Y/n

"It's fine. We're already set up, besides, we like doing acoustics too," She smiles

She kisses your temple and meets up with her band.

+*+

"I was dared to sing the last two songs," She chuckles, "But apparently I gt a voice that matches this artist and I enjoy singing this artist the most when I do have to sing in our sets. These will be our last few of the night. So enjoy it while you can."

+*+

"For this last song, I dedicate it to my girl," Y/n smile, standing from her sea ton the other side of the pool, "Our story is insane. But, if any of you got that special 'Antidote', hold onto it."

G/n begins the opening riff. Your heart thrums against your temples as Y/n approaches you; your cheer mates move to sit next to their partners as Y/n seats herself next to you, slinging her arm over your shoulder.

Let everybody say what they wanna say, what they wanna say, baby Let everybody talk (ooh) They all got their stones to toss (ooh) I know you're gonna find me if I lose my mind

She stands up, but holds her hand out to you. You take it and she pulls you close to her.

I get high, I get high I get low, I get low You're my dopamine state You're my sanity dose High, I get high On your new rockin' boat You're the medication I wanna take You are my antidote (you are my) You are my antidote (You) you are (are), you are (my), you are my anti-

Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh

Erupts of cheers echo through the backyard.

*Y/n's POV* Soyu compose yourself, your eyes travel over Bridget's shoulder and you catch Hook, staring.

Traditionally, if you were still in high school, you'd be terrified of that look. However, you grew up. You have a lot of pent up rage towards him. But, you could care less.

Chapter 10

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She Wears Short Skirts, I Wear T-Shirts: Chapter 8

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: After spending time together, you have come to the realization that you begin to fall for Bridget all over again. But, you continue keeping your guard up, in fear of getting hurt again. But the both of you finally have a heart-to-heart...

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Argument among Friends, 2nd Chance Slow-Burn, Trauma-Reveal, NSFW Implications

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, B/n = Band Name, Bold/Italic = Flashback

Chapter Theme(s): Small Apartment - The Foxies

A/n: The chapter we've all been waiting for :)

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*Bridget's POV* You lock your car and head to the exit of the parking garage. Y/n told you to meet her at her apartment complex: that way the both of you can carpool to the gig together.

"I probably won't have you just lounging around. F/n's girlfriend most likely needs extra hands with merch," She says, "I can have her run the card machine and handle money, mostly help her getting fans the right merch and sizes."

"Sounds like a fair deal," You say, "I have practice soon, I'll text you."

You ring the bell to the room number that Y/n said that she was in. You hear another buzz and a sound from the door. You open the door and wait for it to close behind you and you walk up to the elevator.

You approach her door and gently knock.

"Coming!" Her voice replies, muffled through the door

She opens the door, "Hey you. Drive here okay?"

You nod.

"Perfect," She says, "Come on."

You follow her back down to the main floor and into the garage, heading to her car to get to the music venue.

+*+

After Y/n gets you checked in and an 'all access' wrist band, you stop right before you reach the main hall.

"You okay?" She turns to you

"Don't your friends... Hate me?" You ask

"They aren't fond of you, but they don't hate you," She clarifies

She laces her fingers between yours and gently pulls you in. F/n's girlfriend was setting up merch, and Y/n's friends were on the stage. But, all motion stops when they see Y/n, you lurking behind. F/n in particular narrows their eyes.

"Missed you pinky!" F/n's girlfriend smiles

"She ain't a pinky anymore!" The bassist states, "Where did all of that go?"

"Once I got to college," You answer

"Shoulda left it pink," F/n says, "That way it tells me you've haven't changed since high school."

"F/n, be nice," Her girlfriend yells from the merch booth, "She's here to support you guys!"

"She had many chances," She says, "Over the course of four years..."

*Y/n's POV* "Will you not do this tonight?" You ask, "I get you're still upset. But, you and I promised to not bring up high school shit..."

"Fine," She growls

*Bridget's POV* "Hey, will you take care of Bridget tonight?" Y/n turns to F/n's girlfriend, "Give her the run down. I want her mostly running merch to the fans and you cashing them out."

"You got it boss," She gives her a thumbs up

+*+

You and Y/n's F/n girlfriend watch from backstage as the band performs. You were sure that Y/n intentionally looks over whilst she's playing to get glimpses of you. You remember seeing Y/n's band for the first time.

Wait... Is that?....

You watch as the drummer plays with her soul. The way the limbs on her body have a mind of their own... Playing four different things... Having to keep the entire band together....

Something about that drummer attracts your eye to her and her in particular... She looked extremely familiar too...

It can't be....

But it might be. You decided to stick around after the show.

"Bridget, you coming?" Your cheerleader friend asks

"I'm sticking behind a bit," You say

"Why?" She asks, "Want to meet the low-known bands?"

"There's someone who looks familiar," You explain

"Suit yourself," She leads the rest of your friend group out of the door

You and F/n's girlfriend run back to the merch table as Y/n's band begins their final song in their set: already seeing a line of people waiting at the table. As you bring up merch from their boxes, you see Y/n's F/n coming up to the merch table... Almost immediately you stop working and watch as she comes up to the table.

"Come on pinky, don't be lazy now," She tells you

"F/n," Her girlfriend growls, "She's been working hard this entire time. She only stopped when you came up here."

"Oh, so it's my fault that pinky freezes up?" She asks

"Can you not be so upset about what happened 4 years ago?!" Her girlfriend asks

"Can't help it if she's one of the reasons Y/n doesn't believe in love anymore," She states

"Oaky if you're going to act like this, don't be here," She tells her girlfriend, "Go help your friends bring equipment outside and cool off."

She looks at you one last time and walks off, trying to play it cool in front of the fans. You see Y/n coming up as they were leaving tp go backstage.

"You okay?" She yells

You nod, but hurt at what her friend said to you. Even though she was right.

Y/n remained by your side after she loaded her equipment, but you helped break down the merch table.

+*+

The both of you get food on the way back to Y/n's apartment. However, you notice how she drove to the roof of the parking garage. As you follow her out of the car, she sits on top of the trunk cover.

"Come sit," She says, gesturing the open spot next to her

As you do, you see all of the city lights on.

"How was the show for you?" You ask, trying to make more conversation

"Honestly.... The playing itself? Immaculate," She answers, "The vibes between us? Absolute shit..."

"I'm sorry about your friend," You say, "Maybe it wasn't a good idea that I came..."

"She's not over the fact I got hurt, despite that it hadn't affected me much in the last few years," Y/n says, "I've known her for a long time... So... I guess it's an appropriate friend's reaction to seeing you. But, I was not pleased with the fact that they were making lowly remarks at you, and I didn't like the fact that they were bringing up high school shit when we both agreed not to anymore..."

"She's right you know," You begin talking down at yourself

"She may be, but doesn't make it okay to simply bring it up to insult you," She says, "Ever since I drove you home that one night, she's... Been different..."

"Different how?" You ask

"Simply... Just been more argumentative with me," She says, "We never were on show days but tonight was just.... Not the vibe..."

"You guys don't have any more shows do you?" You ask

"There may be a few more shows, but I'm not entirely sure yet. I just hope that her girlfriend will smack the shit out of her and make her see sense," She says, "F/n has been with a handful of people before finding her. Even after finding her, F/n hadn't fucked around since."

"She said that... I'm the reason that you no longer believe in love," You say, "Is... Is that true?"

"In a way, it is true," She says, "But, to put it lightly, I just didn't bother dating. I was always wanting to be invested in other things."

To get your mind off of me...

"I can't believe that I hadn't come to the city enough," You say, changing the subject, "The view here is to die for."

"Hah yeah, but finding a place for groceries isn't easy in the city," Y/n says, "When I first moved over here, I was living off convenient store noodles for months. Still kinda do when I don't want to make anything intricate but I've managed to find a few grocery places around."

You shudder at the sudden gust of wind. You watch as Y/n drapes her jacket over your shoulders.

"Thanks," You say, "What about you?"

"I've sat up here enough where I don't even feel the cold I just feel free," She says

+*+

After the post-concert dinner moment, the both of you go back down to Y/n's parking spot and back to her apartment. However, only notice a single bed.

"Are we... Going to share a bed?" You ask

*Y/n's POV* "Why would I want to share a bed?" You ask back

"Because the bed can fit two people and it's more comfortable," Bridget says

"You'd be surprised on how comfy a couch is," You say, pulling the couch, turning it into a bed, "It's also a bed."

"Okay, but I don't see how sharing a bed is a bad idea," She says, "I wouldn't do anything to you, not unless you give consent."

"It's not that," You say, "I'm offering a guest staying at my place, my bed. It's not that hard to comprehend."

"Okay, I can see you're still upset about something," She says, "Come on, spill it."

"You make it sound like it's so damn easy," You sigh in frustration

"It's just the two of us here," She attempts to reassure you, "So you can tell me."

"Well, I just might hurt your feelings this time," You say

*Bridget's POV* "Go on then," You clear your throat, taking a few steps back, "Hit me then. What can you say that will hurt me?"

She begins to pace back and forth.... Whispering nonsense.

"Does this have to do with you wasting each intimate moment we have between us?" You ask

"What?" She asks

"You didn't think I'd notice?" You ask, "Each time I feel like I'm one step closer in winning you back, you back away. Making me think you want me one moment and then the next you want nothing to do with me. So which is it Y/n?"

"I'm wasn't 'wasting' any intimate moments," She says, "They weren't anything."

"Yes they were," You say, "I could see it on your face."

"I don't recall any moments that were 'intimate'," She says, clearly lying

"So.... Us earlier wasn't... Anything?" You ask, "You draping your jacket over me wasn't 'anything'? Each time our faces got closer, your eyes looked at my lips? "

"Well, you were cold, like your dumbass didn't bring a thicker jacket," She argues

"The time where you kissed my forehead after sort of catching up for the first time in 4 years?" You ask

"You were beginning to go on and you looked stressed," She makes an excuse

"Jesus you need to stop making excuses and just-"

"I'm not," You say

"Yes you are," She argues, "Just rip it off like a bandaid, I don't care that it would probably hurt me! I've been hurt-"

"Goddamnit Bridget I'm falling for you all over again!" She raises her voice, "Or... At least my feelings for you never went away and I still like you... A shit load."

Her confession silences you... Your heart flutters as the oxygen in your lungs exit your body.

"But... That terrifies me," She continues

"Why?" You ask, genuinely curious, "I'm not with him anymore.... Nor do I want anything to do with him."

"I know," She says, trying to hold back her tears, "But.... I'm scared... I'm scared that if I fall this time... It'll end like last time... You'd... You'd be gone..."

Silence rings over the both of you again.... You wanted to tell her that you also never stopped loving her, thinking about her, even when you were with Hook... She was on your mind the entire time... But, you could see how hurt she still was... When you look up at her again, she begins to shrivel away.

"Okay," You speak

She eases a little bit...

"Okay," You repeat, trying to find the right words

You take a few steps towards her, beginning to outstretch your hand, but stop.

"It's late," You fake a yawn, raising your outstretched arm, "Get some rest, and we'll talk in the morning... If you want to..."

She nods... You walk into the bathroom, cleaning off the grime from the day. But by the time you come back out, her back was turned to you; giving you the impression she was already asleep.

+*+

As you turn onto your back, you stare at the ceiling... Unable to fall asleep with her words flooding your brain.

"Goddamnit Bridget I'm falling for you all over again!" She raises her voice

"I'm scared... I'm scared that if I fall this time... It'll end like last time... You'd... You'd be gone..." She says

You climb out of her bed and slowly make your way over to her.

This conversation couldn't wait... For yourself.

You gently reach out to her and brush seam of her hair away from her face.

"Bridget?" Y/n's voice groans

Y/n being half awake?

Hot.

"It's me," You whisper

She sits up, "Are you real?"

You heard the little whimper in her voice. Her chest hiccups as your hand presses itself onto her chest.

"I'm real, Y/n," You say, smiling

You weren't sure if she was still half asleep but she pulls you into her lap.

"Please don't go away again," She nearly cries, "Please don't leave me..."

"Hey, shhhh, shhhhh," You coo, holding her face in your hands, "I'm here.... I won't go anywhere.... I... I don't want to go anywhere without you."

You lean forward. As you pull away to look down at her, tears stream down her eyes. You lean forward again and she meets you halfway. You feel the desperation in her touch as she holds you firmly, and the way her kisses became desperate. You've missed her touch... The way she was gentle with you when the two of you cuddled, the way she took care of you when you needed it.

You've missed each other...

You were going to show her how much you've missed her.

Chapter 9

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I Wear T-Shirts: Chapter 7

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: 4 Years.... You hadn't seen her since high school. You really haven't kept in touch with anyone since. You've always been forcing yourself into your music with your bandmates. At the end of another local show, a familiar face faces you again...

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, 2nd Chance Slow-Burn

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, B/n = Band Name, Bold/Italic = Flashback

Chapter Theme: I2I - Magnolia Park/Disney

A/n: If anyone has heard of 'A Whole New Sound', specifically the chapter's theme - it's amazing.

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*Y/n's POV* You rush off of the stage and head to the merch table to help F/n's girlfriend as a line of people begins to build.

It felt odd being back home...

Since graduating high school, and the tour right after the fact, your band moved to the city, and put out an EP. F/n and her girlfriend are engaged...

Life's crazy.

Popularity was steady. You go to other towns to open, and open at venues in the city...

+*+

You help her break down the merch stand as your bandmates bring the packed stuff to their cars.

"Great show," A very familiar voice makes you stop in your tracks

"Oh... It's you..." F/n sighs, rolling her eyes, "You might want to take this one..."

As if you didn't have a guess on who it could be. F/n takes the last merch bin from your hands as you stare blankly into the car via trunk.

"Y/n, I know you can hear me," Her voice says

You slowly turn around, stiff. However, lightly gasp.

It was Bridget...

Only...

It definitely didn't look like her...

But it was her.

Her pink hair? Gone.

Bright, peppy style? Watered down to less brighter clothing.

"Bridget...." You say

Awkward silence other than your condensed breathing...

"That's all you have to say to me?" She asks

You shut your friend's trunk and brush past her.

"I don't have time for this right now Bridget," You wave her off over your shoulder

"But, I do," She says, following behind you

"You can speak now while I finish upbringing these out," You say, picking up one last container

"No, I want to speak to you face to face," She says

"I can't bear to look at you right now," You sigh, putting the container in the bassist's truck bed, "Now go home. I'm sure Hook isn't pleased you're here to see me."

"Yeah... About that..." She sighs

"What?" You scoff, "Hook cheat on you or something?"

You turn when she doesn't answer right away. So you turn to look at her but the tension in your body goes away when you see her nails nearly clawing at her elbows, and her lip quivering.

"Get in," is what comes out of your mouth

I might regret this....

She walks over to your passenger seat and gets in with no other words exchanged.

"Y/n!" F/n whisper-hisses

You look over and see them throwing their arms in the air; 'what the fuck?!' written on their face. Your face contorts with; 'I might regret this..' You walk to the drivers side and get into it. You drive off from the venue, going to your go-to late-night food stop.

"Ahh, Y/n, long time no see," The manager smiles, "I'll get your usual ready."

"I have Bridget with me too," You say

"Ahh, I'll get her usual ready as well!" He adds

The sliding door closes for a moment before he opens it to take your card to cash out the order.

"You know, in the last four years, Bridget comes to this place and orders whatever she got the first time you've brought her here," He tells you, giving your card back

You sit and wait for him to bring back the food.

"Hook never approved, so I had always gone here on my own when I'm home for the weekend," Bridget confesses

"Of course he didn't," You sigh, "It's practically soul food. Really hits the spot after a long day."

+*+

After getting food, you stop in the downtown pavilion.

"How often do you come home?" You ask, "Just to eat this food?"

"Mostly every weekend..." She answers, fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve, "Part of me hoping to see you here...."

"Well, if you must know, I have my own place in the city now," You say

"Is that so?" She sighs, sounding sad

"Well, I'm not driving back there tonight," You add, "Need a bit of a scenic change..."

"Oh... What about your music?" She asks

"We're kinda taking a break," You answer, "We've just been doing our local shows. Had to cap off ticket sales when we hit the capacity."

"Well, lucky me then," Bridget says, "I try to get into the small, local shows... But, only been lucky this one time..."

"Oh... You still follow our socials then?..." You say

"You sound upset about that..." Bridget says

"No, I'm not upset. Just surprised about it," You clarify, "You know, after Hook, at least from what I've seen, wouldn't let you listen to anything pertaining to the band. Especially me. If it's okay to ask, what... Happened between the two of you?"

She puts her food down and sighs, trying to find where to begin...

"You really don't have to start way back when," You say, "Just when you found out or whatever..."

"Okay," She says, "Basically, I walked into his apartment, wanting to surprise him after I came back from my culinary internship.... Saw a girl sitting on the couch next to him; his arm wrapped around her any everything..."

"Ouch," You say

"Blocked him on everything," She continues, "But, saw his pathetic apologies before then."

Well, now she knows how I felt about simply seeing her with Hook after winter break...

"How long ago?" You ask

"Last month," She answers, "At least, I found out last month."

"Ouch, harder," You sigh, "You two weren't living together right?"

"No, I wanted my own place," She says

"Must have been hard for Hook," You say, "Or not. I don't know."

"Might not have been," She tries to not cry

"Where'd your pink hair go?" You ask, changing the subject

"Felt too connected to high school," She says, wiping emerging tears

"Come on, you were the most popular girl in the halls," You say

"Ended up not feeling worth it," She says

"Hmm... Is blonde your natural hair color?" You ask

She nods, "Who in their right mind would go around, saying that their natural hair color is pink?"

"No one," You chuckle, "Do you... Still do cheerleading?"

"Yeah, at Auradon University," She answers, "Not the captain but it's nice not having so much responsibility on your shoulders for a change. You should come to a game. The girls would be ecstatic to find out I know someone in a bad they love."

"Oh?" You ask, "They love my friends and I?"

"Oh, absolutely, I never hear the end of it," She says, "I wanted to say that I went to high school with two of the members, but I got scared that if I do, I'd be asked so many questions. I also hadn't seen you until tonight..."

"Hmmm..." You say, "Well, I just might make an appearance. I have to make sure it'll fit into my schedule."

"You would do that?" She asks

"Why not make them jealous?" You joke

+*+

You pull into her driveway... Taking you back down memory lane.

"Thanks for... Driving me home," She sighs into a smile

"You're welcome," You slightly smile, "I'll possibly see you around."

As you reach back home, you greet your parents, and head off to your room. As soon as you flop into bed, you see a text from F/n.

Dude, are you serious? What? You seriously drove around with Bridget?! I thought you weren't on a talking basis with her. She revealed some shit I'm not disclosing. It seemed pretty serious. Ugh I cannot believe you sometimes. My life, I'll fuck it up my way. Just.... Be careful this time. I will.

You throw on your pajamas and see a text from Bridget.

Hey... Hey, you doing okay? Yeah, I just wanted to ask if you were doing anything tomorrow. Not that I know of. Why? There's a fall market somewhere in the city that I've always wanted to go to. Care to join me? Oh the Central Fall Market. Sure. I can take you to one of my favorite places down there too. I'd like that :) See you tomorrow Yeah. Goodnight Y/n, thanks. For what? A lot of things.

You plug your phone in and adjust yourself into your bed comfortably and lay there until your eyes grew heavy.

+*+

You put on your warmest jacket.. You were kinda excited to finally go to the market, but nervous on how it will go with Bridget.

"Careful honey," Your mom says

"You know I will," You say

You drive a few doors down to her house; Bridget waiting for you on her porch. Almost immediately she runs to your car with barely any time to put the car in park.

+*+

You find decent parking and the both of you begin walking to the marketplace.

"Have you been here yet?" She asks

"Not yet," You answer, "I'm really more about the oddities things, not the cutesy market kind of thing."

You watch as she rushes to a random stand....

"Hey I'm going to look around a bit," You whisper in her ear

She turns to you and nearly gasps at how close you were to her face. Your eyes move to her lips but quickly move back up to her eyes. You clear your throat as you walk to the stand that caught your eye.

You see crotched things. You pick up a few of them and hand the vendor your money.

"Thanks Y/n," They say

"Oh, you know my name?" You ask them

"I follow your band," She mentions, "Been to a few shows here and there. Ya'll are a vibe."

"Thanks," You simply say and then walk away

You walk back over to Bridget, who was now eyeing some bar soap. You tap her shoulder and she turns to you. You hold up a paper bag and the second she looks into it, she squeals. In the midst of her excitement, she gives you a kiss on the cheek. You stand there as you watch Bridget happily moves onto the next area.

+*+

The both of you find a hot chocolate stand and you buy to chocolate for the both of you. The only open seating was a loveseat in the corner, near the window.

"Sorry," She says

"For?" You ask, trying to keep yourself composed as much as possible

"Making you uncomfortable," She says, "You're all stiff. That's not good for the cold."

She swings her arm around your shoulder and leans you back into the couch with her.

"I've kinda missed moments like these," She confesses, "Hook never wanted to do the simple things like these.... Saw them as boring and rather go to a party instead."

"Have you gone to some?" You ask

"A few... The types if parties he takes me to... Aren't for me," She says

"That sucks," You sigh, "What kind of thing... Do you like?"

"Simple strolls through the market," She gestures to what the both of you were doing, "The simpler things. You're a whole celebrity, and yet you're making the time to do these things."

"Well, like I said, my friends and I are on a break from music," You clarify, "Performing is on a 'need openers' basis."

"Still, you're the popular one now," She chuckles

"I don't care about popularity," You say, "People here know when to treat a musician like a regular person. They'll acknowledge me, ask for a photo or auto here and there. But, have yet to be stalked."

"Hope not," She says, "About the stalking part."

"Hmm..." You sigh, leaning onto her shoulder

The both of you watch as people begin filing out to the city.

"Hungry yet?" You ask

"A little, yeah," She answers, "Taking me to that place you were talking about?"

"Yep, come on, let's get food," You stand, holding your hand out to her

You watch as she slightly smiles, takes your hand and stands up after you.

+*+

You park your car in the lot and get out, waiting for Bridget to follow.

"Hey Y/n!" The hostess greets you as soon as you walk in the door, "Just you again?"

"Actually...." You say, stepping to the side, revealing Bridget

"Oh! You've finally brought a date!" She grabs a few menus, "Follow me."

"Date?" Bridget whispers, following behind you

"Oh, it's nothing," You try to play it off

"We're one of the only places open late, so she always comes here," The hostess continues talking, "She mentioned someone she had a crush on, hoping to bring her here one day."

"Okay thanks!" You raise your voice

She snickers and she walks away.

"What was that about?" She asks, sitting across from you

"Since moving here, I've needed to find a new post-concert food stop over here," You explain, "This is the place."

"Cheating on your hometown post-concert food place are we?" She teases you

"Hey, doesn't count if I'm not there all the time," You argue

"Fair point," She sighs

The both of you order food.

"What did the hostess mean by 'you finally brought a date'?" She asks

"Like she said, I mentioned wanting to bring a specific person here," You say

"Is that... Person me?" She asks

"Maybe, maybe not," You take a sip of your drink

*Bridget's POV* She chuckles as she leans back into the chair and sips her drink. You look at her wrist; a tattoo.

"I noticed you had a sleeve," You point out, "What is it?"

"You'll see eventually," She replies

A waitress comes with some food and she continues leaning back in her chair.

"What?" You ask

"Take the first bite," She tells you, "I want to see your reaction."

You take the food off the plate and take the first bite. Your mouth waters as you take another, and another...

*Y/n's POV* "See?" You chuckle, beginning to eat, "Hits the spot after a gig down here."

"Does this place have any other locations?" Bridget asks

"Not that I know of. Hey, W/n, is there any other locations of this place?" You call your waitress over

"Probably in the next city over.... Auradon, I think," She answers

"Oh! I'll have to check out that one too," Bridget says, 'I attend Auradon University."

"Ugh, that prep college for rich snobby kids?" She scoffs

"Hey hey, Bridget, isn't a rich snobby kid," You defend her

"I'm so sorry Y/n," She raises her hands in defeat, "I didn't realize that your girlfriend... Was..."

Your eyes widen and you give her the stare of; 'go.' So she doeskin most likely going to figure out how to earn your forgiveness.

"Girlfriend?" Bridget blushes

"She's at Vill Isle University," You explain, "Auradon's biggest rival."

"I don't care about being called rich or snobby," She says, "She called me your girlfriend."

Of all things....

"Sometimes people say things under stress," You explain, "Plus, they all like me in here. I'm basically a regular."

The both of you finish dinner and begin driving back to your hometown.

"We have a show coming up next weekend in the city if you want to go," You say

"I'd love to," She replies, "But, it looked like it was sold out..."

"I can get you an all access pass," You blurt out

"You'd... Do that?" She asks

Kinda...

"Yeah," You say, "You'd have to just give them your ID to verify you're the person that's on the list. I'll get it taken care of tomorrow."

"Thank you," She says

You walk Bridget to her front door.

"Thanks for today," She says, "I honestly needed it."

"Good," You sigh

"I'm sorry," She says

"For?...." You ask, as if you didn't have a guess

"High school shit," She says

"Don't worry about it," You say, rolling your eyes, "That was awhile ago and-"

"No, I need to apologize for it," She says, "There-there had been a lot and-"

"Hey whoa slow down," You say, cupping her cheek

She stops...

"Why don't we talk about it another day then?" You suggest

She nods.

You sigh as you gently kiss her forehead. You saw the flush flooding to her cheeks. You clear your throat as you slowly retract your hand, putting it back down to your side.

*Bridget's POV* "Uhm, goodnight Bridget," She waves you off

You watch her leave your driveway and back down the road. The feel of her forehead kiss lingers.

Chapter 8

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I Wear T-Shirts: Chapter 6

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: You finally reach the end of your high school years... However, instead of running away with your band right on the last day of classes for seniors, you decide to give a big reveal to your class, and a farewell to Bridget... At Prom.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Angtsy Ending

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, B/n = Band Name, Bold/Italic = Flashback

Chapter Theme: Good Luck, Babe! - Chappell Roan

A/n: This isn't going to be the last chapter btw :)

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*Y/n's POV* You roll up your sleeves as you look at yourself in the mirror.

Prom...

You were going to flunk it and practically run away on tour with your bandmates. However, were personally hired by the school...

"Y/n honey your friends are here!" Your mom calls you from down stairs

Your dad helps you load your set into the back of your van.

"You're always welcome home," Your mom gives you the tightest hug, "Even if the town holds bad memories."

"Thanks mom, I'll be in touch," You say

You give your dad a hug as well before hopping into one of the single seats in the van. You wave off to your parents as your bassist drives down the street.

"We're probably coming back here once we're done with the tour," F/n says, "So we ca relax before hitting the studio."

Since 'ghosting' Bridget, your band got a record deal in the city, and you're one of two openers for a headlining band: finally reaching that goal.

"Hey you, haven't seen you since homecoming," You finally notice F/n's girlfriend sitting with her

"Told you I'd be wanting to tour with a band," She smiles, "A shame about Bridget though... How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," You answer bluntly, "But, hopefully I'll feel better after hitting some drums..."

You didn't show up to your graduation: knowing you're the laughing stock for fumbling Bridget. However, everyone who knows you well enough knows she's the one who fumbled you.

"How could one fumble Bridget so hard?!" You overhear someone's conversation

You enter the band hall. Luckily, your last period was band, you could get away from anyone who wasn't a band person.

You had your diploma mailed to your house. You didn't have a big graduation party. Only another gig.

"Before we end the night, we want to give our biggest congratulations to our Drummer and Lead Singer for their high school graduation," The bassist speaks through their microphone

The patrons cheer as you hit the kick drum.

"All right one last one up the shit hole!" The guitarist screams

That was F/n and your 'graduation party' if you will.

"Maybe some woman from another town would catch your eye!" F/n suggests

"I doubt it," You say, "Romance may have worked out for some, but not for me... Apparently..."

"You're young," The guitarist says, "You'll be able to figure it out."

"Or Pinky Pie might come back around," The bassist says

"Yeah, after a stunt like that, it's really hard to gain forgiveness," F/n says, "Forget about Bridget. She was using you as a 'lesbian experiment' or whatever..."

As you arrive to the venue you see the principal waiting at the door.

"Ahh! Y/n, congratulations," He says, checking off your band's name, "You can start setting up in the main hall."

Your guitarist brings the van up to the entrance and the six of you begin unloading the equipment.

+*+

F/n's girlfriend help you attaching your drums to their attachments. You nearly fumble attaching the higher tom onto its attachment on the kick drum.

"Are you sure you want to do this Y/n?" F/n asks, "We can always bail."

"Yeah, you still look like you're hurt," F/n's girlfriend notes

"Not going to give that damn hothead Hook the satisfaction of winning," You sigh, "But, Bridget always wanted our band to be known to the school... So she's getting that wish."

You set up the last of your drumset.

"We'll do the gig," You answer, "But, we're only playing for one hour. Then we have to leave for our tour."

"Deal," The head of prom agrees, shaking your hand

"What a bold way to do it," They tell you, "I get that you're still upset and everything-"

"I'm not," You reassure your friend

You were in full honesty... But, you feel relieved all the same.

"I'm saying goodbye," You say

"A very Y/n thing to do," The guitarist says

This gig was also the highest paying one... Wanted to make sure it was enough to get through the tour... Including tips and whomever buys merch...

"I can't believe you waited this long to reveal the band to the school," The bassist says

"I love the fact you're pinpointing me like I'm the leader," You sigh

"Well, you are the one who keeps us in time," F/n says

"That's because I'm the drummer," You say, "Well, I also thought we agreed that we wouldn't reveal our 'cool band' personas to the school since we... Hate this place F/n."

"She does have a point there..." She says, "Alright, let's get this shit show over with so we can get to the much cooler shows."

You couldn't wait to be honest.... You were going to a new state.... You never could really afford to travel. Even with a job, it wasn't enough. But, at least you weren't spoiled to death like the popular girls. You, and the people you share the stage with worked hard to earn your shit.

+*+

You see the prom-goers beginning to gather at the venue. Bridget showing up with her boyfriend... You turn away at the sight of her, beginning to feel your heartbeat thrum in your ears.

"Y/n, breathe.." F/n puts their hand on your shoulder, "We're on in Sixty."

You nod as you walk to your drum set.

"Good evening Merlin Academy High seniors!" Principal Merlin announces through the microphone

Cheers erupted from the other side of the curtain.

"Before we get to our amazing DJ of the night, we have a special opening act for all of you tonight," He continues

You grab your drumsticks...

"This band features two of Merlin Academy High's seniors," He continues, "Please give a warm welcome to... B/n!!!"

The curtain drops as you throw down a rhythm and your bandmates follow.

You look out to the audience and see Bridget's shocked face. Your brain goes back into 'performer' mode.

"Hey Seniors," F/n greets as the three of you play similar rhythms together, "Didn't expect Y/n and I huh? Well, do we have a surprise for you!"

+*+

As the set went on, countless seniors were practically in front of the stage, cheering. You see Bridget and Hunter sitting at a table in the far back... You knew she wanted to be the one at the front of the stage. Hell, even on stage with you. But, Hunter.... He seems to have said otherwise.

You could give Bridget some credit, that seeing all the people that bullied you throughout high school screaming, and cheering for the two of you.... It was gratifying..

+*+

"Thanks Merlin High Academy!" F/n says, "It's been a ride! So long, and goodnight!"

The curtain goes back up as the five of you walk backstage and take a second to breathe.

"HAHAH! Tell me the didn't feel so GOOD Y/n!" F/n smiles as they hook their arm over your shoulder

For once.... You felt... Happy.

"You should have seen all of their faces when they saw us on stage!" She continues

"Priceless!" You laugh, "They're gonna regret calling us nerds and treating us like shit in the next few years! Oh, you should have seen how all of them were practically at the front of the stage!"

As the house music began, you all begin breaking down equipment: F/n's girlfriend helping you break it down.

+*+

You carry the attachments in an elongated bag, as f/n's girlfriend carries the smaller drums, and anyone else who has an extra hand to carry the bigger drums. As the guitarist opens the back and begins meticulously organizing all the equipment, you pass some of the smaller stuff to them.

"Y/n," Bridget's voice calls out to you

You stop moving and turn to face her. Instantly your heart thrums against your ears. Her boyfriend practically clinging to her.

"Couldn't face me alone so you had to bring your little dog around?" You ask

"You little bitch!" Her boyfriend begins walking after you

"Hook, no," She presses her arms against his chest, "That's not it."

"Oh, right..." You chuckle sarcastically, "He's practically surgically attached to you and doesn't trust seeing you with the likes of me."

"Y/n that isn't fair-"

"You know what isn't fair?" You walk up to her

Hook was about to right hook your jaw, however, didn't want to in front of her.

"Letting me believe you actually cared about me," You start, "Hang out with me so many times, you invite me to your house, cheer competitions and get me to talk about all this shit after we graduate. Turns out it was all fake. To 'tell' me that we are nothing. but you know the truth... That's what's not fair... So I'm getting the fuck out of here."

You finish loading the last few pieces of your drums.

"Will I ever see you again?" Bridget asks, attempting to hold her tears back

You pause...

That little spark of hope in you wants to... The dark parts say 'fuck no'. The other... Is unsure...

"I doubt it," You answer, "Goodbye... Bridget..."

You continue walking to your van. That little spark of hope in you hoped that she'd last second change her mind and want to go with you....

*Bridget's POV* You wanted to leave your boyfriend behind and just go with Y/n... But, he was right there... Next to you... He'd never let you go...

"Finally Y/n, let's get this show on the road and forget this shit graduating class!" Y/n's friend says, which you could hear through the muffled glass

*Y/n's POV* You shut the back doors of the van, trying to keep yourself composed. Bridget's eyes glued to your back. You wanted to look back... To take in her pink hair, and her soft facial features before you may never see it again....

But, it was time to move on...

You hop into an open seat in the van, shutting the door behind you. Leaving your hometown behind...

Leaving... Bridget behind.

Chapter 7

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I Wear T-shirts: Chapter 5

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: You return to your final 2nd semester of high school, ever. Hopeful. You decided to tell Bridget how you felt about that kiss during winterbreak and tell her how you feel about her overall... However... Someone might have beaten you to it...

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Semi-Angst

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, B/n = Band Name, Bold/Italic = Flashback, M/n = Manager's name

Chapter Theme: Distracted (Reimagined) - Honey Revenge

A/n: Have fun :)

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*Y/n's POV* You walk into school after spending the final day of freedom at another gig. You shot Bridget an invite but you didn't see her in the crowd. You guessed she was busy.

More shows to come...

Your mind never left the kiss you had with her. You wanted to talk about it with her. But, each time you did talk to her before she hadn't texted in a few days, but it was difficult for you to bring up. You didn't want her to make it seem like she was a bad kisser....

In fact... It was the best kiss you've ever had.

Albeit it was the first one.

"Yo Y/n, I need you for a second," F/n says, immediately dragging you into the band hall

"What?" You ask, "I'm trying to look for Bridget, I have to talk to her."

"Yeah, don't," F/n says

"What?!" You ask, nearly raising your voice, "Why not?!"

"Why all of a sudden you want to talk to Bridget?.... Unless... Did..." She gasps, "Did you two kiss?!"

"SHHHHHHH!" You push them into the nearest practice room, "So what if we did?"

"You caught feelings? Didn't you," She makes playful eyes at you

"So?!" You ask, shoving them, "She hasn't texted me since she left for that trip with her family."

"Yeah, but you said she hasn't texted you after she got back right?" She asks

"Yeah, but I'm sure she has her reasons," You say, "I simply guessed she was busy."

"Yeah... So..." F/n attempts to piece words together

"What? F/n just tell me!" you sigh in frustration

The both of you hear the warning bell...

"Come on or we'll both be late!" You growl

"Okay! Okay!" She yelps, "But, don't have a go at me..."

She hold her phone up to you... Your internal organs drop....

It was Bridget.... And the Football team's star... James Hook...

I saw this on my fyp here... For some reason... Might want to drop it to Y/n.... So she won't fall for the wrong girl....

That was from your guitarist...

"Wh....What?...." Your breath leaves your body

"I'm sorry Y/n.... I really am..." F/n sighs

It was... All... Fake?....

"Come on," She says pulling you along, "Let's get to class..."

+*+

Throughout the entire school day, you've been attempting to keep yourself focused on the class lessons. However, your mind always goes back to the picture your friend showed you...

"Yo Y/n, are you okay?" Another band friend asks, "You look live you've seen a ghost... Oh wait, is it because of?...."

They want to say her name, but they don't. You nod, knowing who they're talking about.

"Sorry man," They tell you, patting you on the shoulder

I have no clue if they actually feel bad for me or pity me...

You turn to walk to the band room. Bridget hadn't sought you out all day... The realization only made your heart ache more. You just wanted to be anywhere she wasn't... Even if the ache was lifted for a short moment... It'd be a better feeling...

"Y/n, pull your head outta your ass," F/n whispers sharply

Shit...

You forgot you were in band class... Playing an expert from a piece for the upcoming winter concert...

"Y/n, play that again, since your head was off elsewhere," The band director says, sighing

"Dude, that's the third time you missed the entrance," F/n whispers

Oh my god what?....

You play the excerpt exquisitely.

"Everything alright Y/n?" Band director asks, "It isn't you to be off in the clouds."

"No, I'm fine, Sorry Mr. [Band director name], won't happen again," You say

You lock up your equipment in your locker and begin walking tot he exit.

"Heard your little girlfriend left you for a man," A bully steps in front of you

"Yeah, and?" You ask, trying to move to get to the exit quicker, "It's fine."

"Clearly it's bothering you," They continue to taunt, "The fact you couldn't bag the cheer captain is really bothering you."

"It really isn't," You lie, "Now move."

"Not until you admit it!" They smirk

"Hey!" F/n comes up behind you

"Shit..." The bully and their goons run off

"Come on Y/n," She grabs your hand, leading you to the exit

"Thanks buddy," You say

"You owe me food later," They say

+*+

When you get home from school, your parents greet you happily however, their expression changes when they see your blank stare.

"Honey what's the matter?" Your mom hugs you

"That... That girl that came over for Christmas...." You say, "She... She never liked me back...."

"Oh honey...." Your mom hugs you again, "Do you want me to make you your favorite meal?"

"N-no," You say, "I have work soon..."

"Here, I'll make you your favorite snack before you go then," She dashes off into the kitchen

+*+

Work was okay, to say the least, there was a rush of people right as you got in, but died down after an hour or so.

You were about to go to the back when you hear the bell hit the door.

"Welcome in-...." Your voice, chipper then trailing off

Bridget... And Hunter....

"Oh! Y/n...." Her eyes divert away from you, but still holding Hunter's hand

"Oh look, the loser is working in some dingy record store," Hunter attempts to make fun of you, "How very... low of you."

You say nothing more as they begin to browse the sections of music. You walk into the back.

"Hey M/n, there's two people out there," You say, "Would you be willing to help them out?"

"Can't you?" They ask

You shake your head without trying to break out into tears. But, they saw through you easily. He sighs as he stands from his seat.

"Alright Y/n, you go take your break," He tells you

As you sit in the chair in your manager's office, you try to clear your head.

"Hey, is Y/n back there?" Bridget's voice asks, muffled through the door

"She is, however, she is currently on a break and wishes to not be bothered," Your manager says

"Oh... Okay," She says, "This is all I'm purchasing today."

Perks of working since you were sixteen, your manager enjoys your company enough to help you when you're extremely distressed. You wait until your manager comes back.

"Care to explain Y/n?" He asks, sitting back on his seat

"Sure..." You sigh

+*+

You explain to him the entire situation: Seeing her at your gig, Homecoming, Christmas break, and even your first kiss.

"Wow...." They sigh, "Should have known she was a cheerleader. I'm honestly not surprised that she pulled something like this...."

"She didn't seem like the person to do that," You say

"Well, I guess you don't truly know a person," He says, "It's such a shame really... I've seen her a lot in the local newspaper. Seemed like such a nice person."

"She was my only distraction from the hell of this town," You say, "But it's oh well..."

"Why don't you take the rest of the night off," He says, "We're slow and you need some rest before you head off to indoor percussion this weekend."

You nod. You honestly needed the hours, but he was right. You needed to get your mind out of the gutter, the deep, deep parts of a gutter before the weekend.

"I'll tell you all about it like always when I come back," You say, "Goodnight, M/n."

"Night, Y/n," They see you out

+*+

When you get home, your parents were watching TV in the living room.

"Oh, Y/n, you're home early," Your dad says

"Boss sent me home early," You sigh

As you lay in your bed, trying to sleep, your phone dings.

I can explain. Well then, what is there to explain? I can see whatever the fuck you did with my own two eyes. Was whatever the hell we had not real enough for you?

You didn't see a reply after then....

Figures...

You out your phone onto your nightstand, and put in some ASMR to help lull you sleep....

+*+

You pack your duffle into the passenger side of your car and begin making your way to the carpool parking lot where your friends had been meeting for the last few weekends for indoor percussion season.

Please... Let me explain. Clearly you can't explain Bridget. I'm going to indoor percussion this weekend. Don't bother me....

Your friend that's in your band with you didn't do indoor percussion like you did. But, that was fine with you. You needed a fresh new surrounding and new faces to look at for a little while.

+*+

"Yo! Y/n... Whoa... You look like shit, what happened?" Your indoor friend asks

"Let's just say the person I liked did not reciprocate feelings, and I lost sleep over it," You say, putting your duffle bag into their trunk, "If you're going to ask me if I'm fine before rehearsal tonight, I'm going to be fine."

"Okay," They say, "But, if you want to talk about it.... We're here for you. You don't have to take over driving this weekend. Just contribute to gas like always. Plus, maybe nap on the way down. Maybe that'll help."

"I 'preciate it," You smile, "Come on, another weekend with indoor is upon us!"

"At least We can look forward to our usual hang outs after every rehearsal!" they say

You nod.

You hop into the backseat of your friend's car.

As your indoor friend begins driving down to the next state south, you plug in your music... Attempting to shut out the world. At least you know when you're at indoor percussion, you are able to push your emotions away until you go back at the end of the weekend.

Chapter 6

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She Wears Short Skirts, I wear T-shirts: Chapter 4

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: Winterbreak has come. The both of you hang out whenever you can. Even inviting each other to your family's holiday gatherings. The both of you begin talking about what'll come at the end of the year for the both of you.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Light NSFW

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, B/n = Band Name, Bold/Italic = Flashback

Chapter Theme: Lover - Taylor Swift

A/n: Might be a little bit of a short read :) But, cooking date with Bridget? Big Plus!

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*Y/n's POV* You finish setting up extra Christmas decor in your living room.

Halfway through Senior year... Finally...

But, you had no idea where you want to take your life. Certainly you wanted to go to college like the traditional high-school graduate. But then there was your life being a musician.

You really enjoyed it... But your parents worried that you wouldn't be able to make a living solely being a musician, especially the fact that your band was still attempting to make it out onto the bigger stages.

You hear a knock on the door and you go to answer it.

"Bridget!" You smile

"Hey! Where's your parents?" Bridget asks

"After Christmas, they went up north for a secluded new years," You answer, "I'm kinda doing the same thing."

She comes in and sheds her warm, outerwear. The both of you sit on the couch as the both of you munch on holiday cookies.

"What are you planning to do once the year is over?" You ask

"Go to college, join their cheer team there," Bridget says, "I might study culinary."

"I knew you had a knack for baking, but cooking. I have yet to see you do it," You say

"Well then, come on, let's cook dinner together," She says, "Have you eaten yet?"

"As a matter of fact, not yet," You answer

You get up and follow her into the kitchen.

"Just, please don't burn my house down," You chuckle, grabbing some pans

"Are you already doubting my cooking skills?" She asks, smirking

"Not at all," You reply, reaching over and connecting your speaker to your phone, "Just tell me what to do chef."

She grabs some pasta and begins searching your pantry for any other food related ingredients.

"Get us started by cutting up onions please," She says

You reach over and grab an onion and begin cutting it up.

"Any song requests?" You ask

"Anything but hard rock, or whatever," She answers, "Only because it doesn't fit the mood."

You chuckle as you put on the first artist you see that's recommended.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules

"Oh I love Taylor Swift!" Bridget sighs into your shoulder, "I'm lucky enough to see her before she decided to take a break."

"She isn't my cup of tea, but there are a small handful of songs I'm game to listen to," You confess, "Albeit majority of them you've heard on the radio..."

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

"Even though your parents instantly welcomed me into your house, it still feels awkward," You confess

"Are my parents doing too much?" She asks, "I can let them know and-"

"No it's not that," You say, beginning to cut up some onions, "It's just I've never been accepted by non-band parents. Majority of my life, most parents have been band parents. You parents are cheer parents. Yet, they've accepted somebody like me."

"Just because the student body doesn't favor the band kids, doesn't meant the parents don't," She says

"Oh I'm aware of that," You say, "You of all people should know I don't care what the other students think of the band. I'm not going to remember them well enough."

"That's true," She says, "But, you really only interacted with your band people."

"Yeah, because they understand my sense of humor," You chuckle, "Even if someone were to plan the 10-year reunion, I'd skip it."

"Why?" She asks

"I may be on tour," You answer, "Or elsewhere."

She nods.

"Are you going to miss me?" You ask, with a little playful tone

"I miss you when you're in the band room during lunch," She confesses, "I know you hate it but it would be nice for you to stay in the cafeteria..."

"you can always drop by the band room though, it's right next door," You say, placing the onions in the pan as Bridget begins to sauté it

"Yeah but the assistant principal cracks down people leaving the lunchroom early..." She sighs

"Well, he's an ass," You say, "Just head to the band room before you hit the cafeteria. That way, he won't catch you."

"I'll try to remember that when we go back," She says

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Lover

You finish washing up all of the utensils that both you and Bridget used as she adds the finishing touches to the pasta.

"Ah! It's done. Y/n come sit!" Bridget calls you over

You heed her call and sit in the chair right next to her.

You take a bite of the food... Your eyes light up.

"Holy shit! Where has this been all my life?!" You ask, digging into the meal like a slop

Bridget only looks on as you indulge in the meal.

"You made the sauce yourself?" You ask

She nods.

"Man, any high-end kitchen would be lucky to have you," You say

"Actually, this might sound stupid coming from a cheerleader, but I might want to open up my own cafe..." She says

"Really?" You ask, "Well, keep me informed. I might just be your first customer."

+*+

Bridget lays against your side as the both of you lay in dark silence, attempting to spend the last few moments together.

"When are you leaving for your indoor camp thing?" Bridget asks, breaking the silence

"Tomorrow afternoon," You answer, "I'm going to be staying there past new years to hang out with my friends that are down there. My friend is going to look after my cat while we're all out."

"Hmm," Bridget sighs

"Something wrong?" You ask

"I kinda wish I was going with you," She says

"Then why don't you?" You suggest, "Despite you'd be chilling on the sideline most of the time, you'd get to meet all of my out-of-state friends. They're a really chill group of people. You'd also get a first look at our show. Only thing is you can't speak of it until after the first performance: secrecy purposes."

"I trust your word but my family is going up north for new years as well," She says, "I should be getting a text from my mom soon for her to tell me to come home... So, I've been trying to milk out whatever time we have left."

"Well, you can always text me," You suggest, "It isn't that hard."

"It isn't the same as seeing you in person," She says, "I have something for you."

"Oh, you didn't have to get me anything," You say

"Oh, but I wanted to," She says, sitting up

You sit up after her. She immediately holds up mistletoe above your heads. Your body stiffens and your mouth hangs agape as Bridget slowly brings the gap between your faces to a close.

"If... If you don't want to... I'll leave right now," She states

You didn't want her to leave, in the moment anyway: you wanted every moment you could get with her. Your brain couldn't process the fact that Bridget could have talked to anyone in the entire school... Here she is, with you.

She gasps as you lurch forward, kissing her first. Your arm wraps around her hips as the both of you continue to kiss.

The both of you pull away when Bridget's phone goes off. She sighs in frustration.

"I gotta go..." She sighs, "I'm leaving with my family for our new years trip..."

you nearly groan in frustration as she gets up off of your lap. You get up and follow her out of the door.

"Do you want me to walk you?" You offer

"That'd be nice actually," She smiles

You quickly throw on some warm clothing and follow her out the door. However gives you one last quick kiss before the both of you walk back to her house.

Chapter 5

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I Wear T-Shirts: Chapter 3

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: Continuing on hanging out with Bridget, she invites you to one of her Cheer competitions, however, you have a band competition the same day...

Chapter Warnings: Anxiety, Swearing

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, B/n = Band Name, Bold/Italic = Flashback

Chapter Theme: Aftertaste - Katie Gavin

A/n: n/a

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*Y/n's POV* You walk into school Monday, everything going back to its bleak, bland self...

"Hi Y/n," Bridget comes up to greet you

"Hey you," You smile

The both of you walk around the school...

"Your Sunday go okay?" She asks

"Yeah, I just went to work and finished any homework I had yet to get to," You say, "You?"

"Yeah, I got to sleep in," She says

"That must be nice," You say

"Hey so I have a question," She says

"Yeah?" You ask back, "Shoot."

"This Saturday, I have a cheer competition with the town's independent competitive cheer team," She begins, "It'd mean a lot to me if you came."

Wait...

"This... Saturday?" You ask

"Yeah, why?" She asks

"Band has a competition," You explain, "The competition that determines whether our and goes to State Finals..."

"Oh," Bridget puts on a smile, trying to hide that she was sad

But, she was terrible at hiding her sadness emotion.

"I'll try," You say

"You will?" She asks

"Of course," You smile, "I've never been to a cheer competition before. So it's bound to be an interesting time."

The both of you stop at her first period.

"Okay, I'll text you the details in like... the next few days," She says, "Hopefully I'll see you there..."

She disappears into the classroom.

+*+

You sit at the front desk at the record store...

Man.... Working some weeknights sucks...

But, you were able to make a few extra bucks whilst being in high school.

But the entire place was dead, other than your manager who was in the back, doing god-knows-what.

Hey whatcha doing? I'm at work... So bored... You? Laying in bed, where do you work? The local record store. Oh! I didn't know you worked there. Guess I'll have to come visit ;) It would sure beat being in here by myself. Don't you have a manager with you? I do, but he's always in the office. Part of me believes he only goes back there to sleep and let me do all of the work. Do you want me to come in and keep you company? I'm off soon, so it wouldn't be worth it. 'Preciate it though :) Always. Anyway, I just wanted to text you the information

You watch as your phone dings with the address to the high school Bridget was going to compete at.

Epic, well, I'm going to head out of here and then to bed. Goodnight Pinky. Night Emo ;)

+*+

You walk into the band room, coffee in hand.. You couldn't wait to be done with outdoor band...

"Captain! There she is!" Your bass 5 member greets you

You sigh as you go grab your drum for a sectional.

"You're lucky your drumline instructor likes you all enough to get breakfast," He says, gesturing to boxed up food behind him

"I can take over until you're done eating Y/n," f/n says

*Bridget's POV* You wake up to your alarm and get changed into some simple sweats, but packing your independent cheer team outfit into your backpack.

"I'm heading out," You say to your parents who were at the table

"Okay, we'll see you there," Your dad says

You exit the door and plug in your music as you approach the car parked at the curb of your house.

"Morning Bridge," F/n greets you

"Morning," You yawn

"Want to get coffee before we head to practice?" She asks

"Sure," You sigh

"Hey, you're not your usual chipper self in the morning, spill," She says

"I invited someone I like... And she said she had something very important to do," You begin, "I'm worried she'll miss it."

"First, it'll be her loss," f/n chuckles, "Second, don't let it get to your head today. It's another big day."

You nod.

+*+

You sit with your girls as you all much on catered food.

Hey you, rehearsals going good? Yeah, how about you? We finished, we're packing our equipment into our truck, and then heading to the competition site.

"Okay girls, let's run the routine one more time before heading out!" Your coach yells

You all get up and follow each other to the padded floor for another routine run.

Good luck at your competition. Good luck at yours :)

You board the bus and sit in your own seat as you drive to the competition.

+*+

You step off the bus and follow the coach to check-in. You look at your phone, hoping to see a text from Y/n...

Nothing...

Must be at her competition by now... Or even out on that field...

You set your belongings in the designated area and begin to stretch your body.

+*+

*Y/n's POV* You quickly, but efficiently put your drum away and quickly change into presentable sweats and quickly make your way to your car.

*Bridget's POV* Anxiety runs through you as you travel throughout the school, heading to warm up areas and then to the competition floor.

You've competed in the little Regional class competitions before, and finally earned your wya up to Independent class....

Why am I so nervous?...

As you get into place you look up one more time, hoping to see Y/n in the crowd. Last second, you see someone rushing to the stands. You weren't able to wait any second longer before the music began.

+*+

Your friends split off after they hand you the first place trophy.

"Oh Sweety that was amazing!" Your mom hugs you

"Thanks mom," You sigh into a smile, "I just wish Y/n was able to make it..."

"Oh, you didn't see her as you walked off the floor?" She asks

You blink at your parents in confusion... However, your dad points over your shoulder. Y/n leans against the wall.

"If you're going to hang out with her, go on," Your mom tells you

"We'll see you at home," Your dad says

Without a second thought, you run down the hall.

"You made it!" You practically jump into Y/n's arms

"I said I'd try," She says, "I made it just before you started performing."

So... That person running to the stands was her...

"Do you want to grab a bite to eat?" She offers, "I drove straight here as soon as we got back to the school and I'm kinda starving, and with a routine like that, I'm sure you are too."

Your stomach grumbles...

"You read my mind," You smile

"Come on," She says, "By the way, where's the rest of your team?"

"They all left," You say

"What a shame," She sighs, "I'd wonder if your independent cheer girls would have liked me too..."

"Do you wish for every girl to gawk over you?" You ask

"No!" She says, "Not at all. But, it'd be nice if your friends I have yet to meet would like me."

"I didn't know you cared about first impressions," You smile

"I don't but... Your prized drummer shows up at a Cheer competition," She chuckles, "She's out of her element here!"

You giggle, "Come on, let's get you out of it then."

+*+

Y/n drives to the same diner, and the both of you sit in a booth.

"What's it with you and this place?" You ask

"Could never go wrong with a good burger," They say, "And it's basically the only place I know how to get to by heart."

"Also, how did the band do?" You ask

"We're going to state finals," She smiles

"That's amazing!" You smile back, "I didn't have ant doubts the band wouldn't. They have the greatest drumline."

"Well, not to toot my own horn but we did win the award for best percussion," She says, sounding full of herself

"The town's united Cheer team also took first," You brag

"With a cheer routine like that, I wouldn't doubt it a single second," She says

"When's state finals?" You ask

"Next week," She answers

"That soon?!" You ask

*Y/n's POV* "Well, yeah," You say, "It's beginning to get too cold to do band things. Even if the state finals venue is indoors."

"How will you be able to revise the show on time?" Bridget asks

"You underestimate the ability to change a show with less than a week," You chuckle

"I'm serious!" She says

"I am too," You say, nonchalantly, "There have been times where we have changed a drill set the day before a competition. We all had it nailed in like... Thirty minutes."

"Thirty?!" Her eyes widen

You nod, "You know, if you joined marching band, you'd fit right in with the color guard."

"Really?" She looks at you

You nod again, "They're graceful, badass, and beautiful. They're also scary at times, but that's mostly when we're crossing between them as they spin their props. Did I tell you that they also spin more than just flags."

"I've seen it," She says, "They're awesome."

"Maybe, you should consider giving winter guard a try," You suggest, "I won't force you, but I'll send you some videos from my guard friends. I do winter percussion... As the drum set player."

"Oh, I wonder how you got that part," She smiles

"Well, I started out doing auxiliary percussion, then moved my way up to drum set," You explain, "Drumset is simply an extension of percussion."

"I'd totally come to one of your winter shows," She says

"Well... The ensemble I'm with is out of state...." You sigh, "One of the top 5 groups in the entire country."

"I'll make the drive," She says

"There's a lot of car mileage and gas involved," You attempt to deter her away from making the drive you do

"I don't care, I want to see whatever show you do," She says

"Well then I will keep you updated on my indoor drumline endeavors," You chuckle

+*+

After dinner, you drive her home...

"Hope I didn't take you from family stuff," You say

"They didn't mind," Bridget says, "As always, thank you for driving me home."

"Anytime pinky," You reply, "I shall see you on Monday."

Chapter 4

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I wear T-shirts: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: After Bridget finds out your 'secret life', you and her have been growing close. With your final homecoming on the other side of the week, you build the courage to ask Bridget to accompany you...

Chapter Warnings: Swearing

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, Bold/Italic = Daydream, Bold/Indent = Texts, Bold = PA System

Chapter Theme: Motown - Grayscale

A/n: Aight, I didn't expect this one to be THAT long but whatever lol enjoy it

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*Y/n's POV* You walk into the doors of the school fresh Monday morning. Everyone is dressed in their favorite band shirt... As you head to your first class, you see Bridget... Wearing your own band shirt. Most likely she bought it at your last gig.

"Y/n!" She runs up to you and hugs you

"Nice shirt," You chuckle

"Yeah, I know, they're so amazing," She plays along, "The drummer really caught my eye when I saw them. I'm pretty sure they're my favorite after that."

"Oh did they now?" You ask

She links her arm with your and the both of you walk off into the halls.

"You didn't... Tell them right?" You ask

"No I didn't," She rolls her eyes, "I want you to do that."

"Thanks," You chuckle, "Where are we going?"

"To your class," She says

"It was... Back the other way..." You say

She pivots on her heel and turns to where you begin to guide her to your classroom.

+*+

You sit in the back of the classroom, technically supposed to follow the lecture, but you could care less about the class, you were passing anyway...

You lift your hand over her head, twirling her. Bridget smiles as the both of you continue dancing the night away. She wraps her arms round your neck and pulls you close to her.

Wait-

Do I... Like her?!

Once the final bell rung, you begin making your way to the band room to grab your rehearsal gear. However, you notice Bridget down the hall, near the band hall.

"Y/n!" She notices you again

She waves her friends off and runs up to you.

"Are you able to hang out?" She asks

"Agh... Gotta get to band rehearsal," You sigh, "I got a slight bit of time to talk right now."

"Oh..." She says, "I was hoping we could... So I could... You know..."

"You know?..." You ask

"There's something I want to ask," She says

"Go on," You say

"Would you go to Homecoming with me?" She asks, ripping the big question off like a band-aid

"Yeah," You answer, nonchalantly

Her eyes light up, she doesn't say anything in case you misspoke.

"I'm serious," You say, "I'll go with you."

She squeals as she jumps into your arms.

"Gosh, now you won't have time to find an outfit!" She realizes

"As long as you send me a photo of your dress, I'll find something," You say, "Here, hand me your phone..."

She hands you her phone and you put your number into her contact list. You set the photo she took of the both of you as your contact image.

"There, now you can reach me," You say, handing the phone back to her

"Eek!" She squeals, hugging the life out of you, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, gotta go!" You say, running past her

You dash into the band room and quickly grab your equipment, narrowly being late.

+*+

You throw your backpack onto your computer chair and crash right into bed. Your director was working every single fiber of your muscles that rehearsal. You open your phone and see a text from her.

Hey, I realized that I didn't get to give you my number - Bridget No worries, I had to run to band...

She sends you the photo that she took of the both of you over the previous weekend.

Here's my dress...

It was a white base dress with red and pink flowers adorning the canvas.

The colors suit you. Do you want me to go with you? If you want. EEE! Okay! I'm so excited! Also, aren't you in the Homecoming court? Yeah why? Nothing just wondering. Did you want to be in the court so you could walk me down the track? ;) What? Haven's no. I'm not popular enough to be nominated for hoco court. Mayyyyybeeeee if you revealed your drummer-by-night status, maybe you would be. Hard Pass. I'm taking you to homecoming anyway. You're not wrong. We'll have a dance though :) Lucky me :) I'm going to go to bed now, I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.

+*+

You walk into School Friday: everyone wearing their year colors: Seniors getting to wear black.

"Yo Y/n, ready for our last pep rally?!" F/n asks, "Getting to leave last period just for and related things is always a plus!"

"Can't wait," You sigh, rolling your eyes jokingly

"A little birdie told me you're taking the cheer team's captain to homecoming," They add, "How did that happen?!"

"She asked, I answered," You say, "Simple as that."

"Come on, since she found out you were in a band, she's been GAWKING at you," F/n states

"No, impossible," You say, chuckling, "She's a cheerleader, I'm a band kid. Popular, and unpopular. She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts. She;s the cheer captain and... I'm... In the marching band. No way she'd fall for someone like me."

"Jeez you sound stupid," They sigh in annoyance, "Just give her a chance. May never know until it's too late."

"Lets see how homecoming goes," You say

As you sit in the classroom, you had time before the ending bell rung.

"I heard it was a lame band kid that asked the cheer team captain to homecoming..." "Really? I heard it was the drum captain. They're pretty cool." "Still. They're just as lame as the regular band kids."

Your brows furrow as you listen to the comments made about you. You shouldn't care... Shit like that has been happening since you began your marching arts career.

Imagine if they'd find out that the drum captain is in a band-oh my god no...

Would the members of the Cheer Team, and Marching Band report to the band room."

That's my cue.

You sling the strap of your backpack over your shoulder as you weave your way through the desks. You trip over someone's foot sticking out from their desk. However, your feet instantly catch themselves and you compose yourself before continuing to walk forward.

"Sorry loser!" The person laughs

More laughs add in...

"This is not a classroom to make fun of your fellow classmates," The teacher begins to scold them

"It was a joke Ms. [Name]!" They say

"In my eyes it didn't seem like a joke," She says, "Are you alright Y/n?"

At least someone that isn't the band director cares... Sorta...

"I'm fine Ms. [Name]. They're not worth it," You sigh, "They'll never learn."

"Why you!-"

"I recommend you sit back down [Bullies' Name], or I will make sure that you will never see your final homecoming football game, and homecoming," Ms. [Name] firmly states

"Whatever," They huff, sinking back into their chair

"Go on Y/n," She turn to you, smiling

You wave her off and rush to the band room. You were her favorite student, not intentionally. But you treated her with basic respect and turned in her assignments.

+*+

Soon after the pep rally ended, You grab your things from the band hallway and make your way out to the field for a quick practice before prepping for the homecoming parade.

+*+

You hang your jacket up against the bars of your locker and then head out to the tailgate. As you travel further from the entrance of the band room, showering the band area of the tailgate, you found yourself at the very end, seeing the cheerleader's tailgate. You see very familiar pink hair. She wore a warm up two-piece track suit. You'd be surprised if you saw one of them not wearing one of those.

"Hey you," She smiles, "Care to get some food with me?"

"Only if you actually get some food," You say, "I wouldn't want to watch you pass out on the track tonight."

She nods as she takes your arm and leads you through the cheer tailgate.

"Hi mom! Hi dad!" She waves at them

"Oh hi sweetie!" Her mom greets her, "Is this Y/n Y/l/n? We've heard a lot about you."

"Really?" You ask, looking at her

"We really appreciate that you're taking her to homecoming," She adds, "We were surprised that no one had asked her."

"More like she asked me," You say

"Wow," Her dad chimes, fixing the both of you a plate, "That's really bold of her."

"Okay thanks dad bye!" She takes the plates and walks off

You follow after her.

"What was all that about?" You ask

"Parents... They tend to do everything they can to embarrass their kids," She says

"True," You chuckle

The both of you sit somewhere a little secluded to avoid judgmental eyes.

"Sorry you're not hanging with your friends," You say, "I can always go back to my band friends."

"It's not a problem," She tells you, "Besides, I couldn't catch you before the pep rally."

"Aww you missed me," You tease

"Shut up," She lightly shoves you, giggling

After sitting with each other for a little while you check the time on your phone.

"Oh, gotta run," You say, "I'll see you out there."

Bridget nods as you make your way back to the band room.

+*+

You walk in-step with your drumline members as you all walk into the stadium to warm up.

*Bridget's POV* You grab your pompoms and walk with your squad to your part of the stadium. You catch a glimpse of the drumline as you walk by. Y/n looks up after hoisting the drum over her shoulders. She smiles as you walk by. Your cheeks heated and you look away, hoping she wouldn't notice.

"Quit making google eyes at the drum captain," f/n says, "We have our own thing to do tonight."

*Y/n's POV* You tap off a beat and the other members follow suit, in time.

+*+

You meet up with the winds and the guard to run through some show music before heading to the back of the field for pregame.

Pregame goes as normal, with the exception of having alumni perform the fight song off the field.

You go to your seat and begin helping the drum majors pass the drum stands to your drummers who require one.

Throughout the entire game, you really didn't pay attention. You played where the drum majors wanted you all to play, the team either scored or the other team did. But, the game was in the bag anyway. Your eyes drift down to the track and see the cheer team doing a routine. Bridget up in the air and then trusting her teammates holding her up to catch her when she came back down...

If only I had that much faith in my drummers...

You wouldn't trust them to keep you upright. A handful of them were rookies or transferred from the front ensemble. You'd pity the next drum captain after you, and your friend leave, as you and them were the best drumline members, not because of the seniority, but since their both of you were doing indoor drumline since the both of you were eligible to start: The both of you learned from the people who had done Drum Corps; highly elite form of band...

+*+

You walk off of the field as the parents of your fellow seniors meet up with you; your parents included.

"We would like to congratulate all of our seniors and their contribution to our organization," Your band director announces over the speaker system

Some only gave light claps, fellow band parents of non-senior members cheered their hearts out. Your head travels to the side where Bridget stood with her fellow senior cheer members. She smiles as she gives you a subtle applaud.

+*+

Like you predicted... Your football team won the game. The band plays the fight song to the people exiting the stadium. you return to the band room and change out of your uniform, as well as organizing everything in the drum storage.

"Y/n, you have a visitor!" One of the guard girls says

You look near the band room door and see Bridget. you slide on sweatpants and make your way over to her.

"Want to walk home?" She asks

You nod as you sling your backpack over your shoulders.

"Do you get to go home after school when you have either practice or a game?" You ask

"No, do you?" She asks

"Nope," You answer, "Kinda sucks honestly... But, I'd be to band on time. One time the entire freshman class was late to rehearsal.... Our director made them run a few laps."

"Sounds like he's really passionate about marching band," She says

"More like it's to make the rookies 'care' about being in band, or it's a punishment, beats me," You say, "Your cheer coach do something like that?"

"Nope," She says

"Say, wouldn't there be an after-party for the cheer team?" You ask

"There is, but I'm too tired to go, what about the band?" She asks

"Also yes, but I'm also way too tired for it," You answer, "It's being hosted by some band kid I don't know well... Besides, we still have time left."

You walk her up to her door, her parents greeting her at the door.

"Thanks for walking me home like always," Bridget smiles, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," You smile back, "I'll see you tomorrow."

+*+

You walk over to Bridget's house and wait at her front door until her parents open the door.

"Ahh! Y/n, welcome in," Her mother greets you, "Bridget is finishing up in her room."

You nod as you patiently, but awkwardly wait in silence until you hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey Bridget," You look up at her

You take in her features that go with her dress...

"You look gorgeous," You smile

Per her parent's request, they take a bunch of photos before the both of you walk to the school.

The both of you walk hand in hand; watching everyone mind themselves.

"Yo Y/n!" F/n walks up to you, "Evening, Bridget."

She happily waves at your friend.

"Wouldn't recommend going in the gym," They say, "Hot as hell, and the music is rank."

"That's unfortunate," You roll your eyes

"Guess we might have to blow this popsicle stand early," f/n suggests

You look at Bridget, the hope in her eyes slowly disappear... But, come back once she processes the idea.

"You know what, I've been to three other ones," She says, continuing to hold your hand, "Let's get out of here."

"One word Y/n, keeper," f/n says, "Come on!"

F/n and their date, you and Bridget head out from campus grounds and find the nearest late-night diner; the four of you sitting in a booth in the corner.

"So, what are you two planning on doing after high school?" f/n's date asks

"We've been considering continuing our band full time," F/n says

You nod.

"Would you bring us on tour?" Bridget asks

"That's if a headlining band asks us to tour with them," You say, "We've never been asked to tour yet. Plus, you wouldn't just be watching. We'd give ya'll something to do."

"Like what" Bridget asks

"Be the people who help run our merch table," You say, "Wouldn't hurt to have help at the table."

"Would we get free merch?" f/n's date leans in

"I mean... Sure," You answer

They both squeal.

"How did we get lucky with the most famous band in town?" Bridget asks, leaning onto you

"Surprised that the school hasn't heard of you guys," f/n date notes

"Well, almost everyone in the school is into rap, or whatever," F/n says, "They don't both to support local music..."

"That's a darn shame," Bridget says, "They really are missing out."

"Oh well, their loss," You sigh, "I kinda like having an audience that is respectful. You could always hear the audience speak during our halftime shows..."

"It's a damn shame," F/n says, "We work our asses off to put on a good show, and then it's like... No one gives a damn."

"No matter though f/n, we'll be out of the godforsaken school soon," You say, "Fortunately we don't have to do anymore halftime shows."

"All that's left is State Finals," They say, "Then indoor season. Really throws us off our gig schedules."

"Indoor is only on the weekends you idiot," You sigh, "We can still do performances on the weeknights."

"We'd be cutting it close to waking up on time for school though," They add

"Must you always be a killjoy?" You ask

"I'm pointing out the facts," They raise their palms in defeat

The four of you continue to converse until the diner began closing for the night.

"See you Monday you two!" You wave off your friend and their date, leaving you and Bridget alone

"I know it's a little late but... Want to take a drive?" You ask

"Sure," She says

The both of you hop into your car and drive in silence: only the music from your radio filling some of that silence.

"Do you know how to drive?" You ask

"I do but... My older brother took the only other car when he moved out," She says

"Well, that really sucks," You sigh, "Well, I'm more than happy to give you a ride. I really love driving."

You take a random turn...

"I would hate for you to put a lot of miles onto your car," She says

"It's not a big deal," You say, "We live near the school anyway."

"Okay," She sighs

+*+

You pull into her driveway, putting the car in park as the both of you relax for a moment.

"Thanks for taking me," She says, "I had a good time. Even though.. Most of it wasn't spent at homecoming."

"Thanks for deciding to accompany me," You reply, "I also had a good time. Even if it wasn't at homecoming, being anywhere with you is an adventure to me."

"I'll... See you Monday," She says, smiling

But she doesn't move from her seat...

"You alright?" You ask, "Did-"

Before you could ask if you did something wrong, you felt her lips touch your cheek. You only sit in the driver's seat in shock as your eyes watch her exit your car. She leans down to the window and waves you off. After waiting for her to close her front door, your brain attempts to process her kiss...

Chapter 3

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Path of the Dragon: Chapter 1

Pairing: Amelia Jones X (Fem!)Reader

Summary: In search of your partner the Dragon Voyager, you run into Earth's heroes... On a distant planet from their own. Seeing a female wearing red catches your eye... And your desire...

Chapter Warnings: None

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip

Chapter Theme: "Kyukyoku no Kyuseishu" - Kosuke Yamashita

A/n: Welcome to my first Amelia Jones x Reader series!

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*Amelia's POV* "How are we going to get past all of Zedd's guards?" You ask

"Including Ollie?" Izzy asks, her brows furrowing

Since Ollie's Ranger composition was altered, even attempting to recompose it back and failing, it had been a difficult time for you to process it all.

"Guys, we have a lead as to where the Cosmic Dragon Zord is!" Aiyon comes running into the lounge

"Where is it?" You turn to him

"We have a transmission from Mick, some sort of TV broadcast," Solon casts it onto a larger screen

"Good afternoon, I'm here live from the planet Akraal, with none other than Bajillia Naire, CEO of Squid Ink Inc." The announcer speaks towards the camera

"One of the greatest mining companies in the entire universe!" She boasts, "This right here, we have discovered this giant eye... A giant eye that strongly resembles a Zord... The Cosmic Fury Dragon Zord no matter."

Scrozzle shows his computer monitor to the camera: revealing a giant dragon underneath the crust of the planet.

"There you have it folks, up next, we have an interview with the monster band, The Jawsnappers," The announcer says before Solon shuts it off

"Why does this feel like it could be..." Javi sighs

"A trap..." You say

"But, if this Zord is real, we can't let them get their hands on it," Zayto states, "If I can get in undetected, I can use the morphin master staff and awaken the Zord."

"No dude, we just got you back, and you'd be squid bait if you're caught," Aiyon states

"So... Now what can we do?..." Billy asks

The silence was broken when Javi begins playing his makeshift drum set.

"Bro," Izzy growls at him

"What?" He asks

"That is really distracting," She sighs

"Wait... Distracting!" Javi smiles, "Who wants to start a metal band?"

"Javi... Are you okay?" Solon asks

"They mentioned having a band playing, so if we make our own band, Zayto can get in and out undetected," Javi explains

"But, Ollie can count," You add

"Once he counts that one of us is missing, he'd go for Zayto immediately," Izzy adds

Fern walks up to the makeshift drum set and plays a catchy rhythm.

"I get his drift though," Fern jumps in, "The news broadcast said they liked music."

Fern throws down a catchy beat.

"Problem solved, consider it my audition," She smiles

"Genius!" Javi smiles, "You're in!"

"Hold on, totally not in!" Izzy immediately jumps, "You're willing to put my girlfriend on an alien planet, basically in the line of danger?"

"Izzy, you're going to need all hands on deck for it," Fern tries talking to her, "Besides, Javi and I are the only ones who really know how to play instruments."

Izzy sighs, brows still furrowed, "Fine. But, just know that I am not entirely on board with this..."

+*+

The six of you begin to haul in equipment through the mining field, hoping to sneak in without any of the workers recognizing you as humans.

"Stop! State yourselves!" One of the two guard workers state

"We're uhh..." Javi begin, in his 'as monstrous as possible' voices, "Here to perform. Mrs. Naire had asked us personally."

"Mrs. Naire putting a show together for us?" One of the monsters asks the other, "It's so nice of her! Considering she never puts anything together for us hard workers. What is your band name?"

Javi turns to you all, contemplating a name...

"We're uhh... Meat... Chrome... Yeah! Meat Chrome!" He puts together

"Yeah," The other rangers begin to chime in

All of you began chanting your made up and name as you follow the monsters to the main stage.

+*+

Fern throws down some rhythms and all of you begin playing the music you all rehearsed.

Izzy threw in the lyrics that Javi wrote down, but add a real scratchy voice.

Over at the tent, Zayto whips his head around; making sure that the villains weren't entering... However, before he could even enter the cockpit, he gets knocked over...

Ollie walks around the quarry; confused why all of the workers weren't... Working...

"What is all of this?!" He asks

"It was so nice of Bajillia Nare to provide us with such great entertainment!" One of the workers exclaims

*Ollie's POV* You look at the band that's on the stage... You were sure that you didn't order for entertainment... There was too much to do in order to claim the Dragon zord first.

"Hold on..." You lean close to the lead singer

You yank the hood away from the

"Rangers!" You yell

Your henchmen stop celebrating and raise their weapons. The rangers morph...

"Seize them!" You order

You watch as they engage the rangers. You turn your back and begin making your way to the dragon zord...

*Izzy's POV* You hear a yelp... Fern's yelp...

"Fern!" You attempt to jump over crates to reach her

However, you hear Ollie let out a pained yelp as he falls stomach first onto the ground. As you take Fern into your arm, the both of you look over off towards the hill of the mine: a figured garbed in a cloak... They retreat.

"We have to get you to safety," You look at your girlfriend

"I'm fine Izz," She reassures you, "Just a little winded."

"Zayto, how's it going with awakening the Cosmic Dragon Zord?" Amelia speaks into the comms

The ground rumbles...

"He did it!" Amelia cheers

"Not quite," An unfamiliar voice breaks through the comms, "I'm taking this Voyager back... So leave this to me why don't you."

You and your team watches them as the new Zord engages a battle with two of the copy guards.

*Y/n's POV* "Alright bud, lets do this!" You jerk the right control module forward

The Dragon Voyager shoots a streak of fire at the copy guards.

"Come on! Is that the best you can do?!" You taunt the two

You disengage your globe from the dragon and allow it to coil around one of the two, crushing them. Re-engaging your globe onto the dragon, you begin to activate the final finisher.

"Lock on," You chuckle

You pull the trigger once the target locked onto the final copy guard.

"Dragon Break!" You announce the finisher

The voyager shoots out purple flames from its mouth, destroying the goons.

*Amelia's POV* You watch cautiously as the ranger dismounts from the dragon zord and stand before your team.

"Who are you?..." You draw your hammer up, pointing at it the cloaked figure

You watch cautiously as they reach for their hood, removing it from their head. Your expression drops as you take in their appearance. Human, but with horns... Dragon horns... parts of their skin harboring purple scales... Just... Everything there was to a dragon...

"I only wanted to find the Dragon Voyager," They explain, "Apologies for attacking you..."

"It's alright," Zayto immediately forgives them, "You were taking back what was yours, and you helped us liberate the planet."

"That doesn't explain your reasoning for helping us, or taking one of our zords!" You continue to be cautious

"My home was destroyed by what you call 'Zedd'." They explain, "I'm the last of the Dragon hybrids from the Draco System. I escaped on the Dragon Voyager but, at some point we ran into Zedd. We got separated from each other."

"How does the Morphin Grid know you're not a villain?" You continue to interrogate them

"The Morphin Grid?" They ask, "What's that?"

"The Grid that bestows the ranger energy onto people like us," You explain, "What you use to transform?"

"Oh. This?" They ask, lifting a small globe, "This... This power doesn't come from the 'Morphin Grid'. It comes from the power of the constellations."

"How does that work?" You ask

"Don't know, it just... Bonded with me," They explain, but shrugging

Your eyes narrow at them. You're not sure what to think. You could tell they were being genuine about what they were talking about, but it was that... Smug look on their face...

"Amelia, maybe we can trust her," Javi tries to ease your mind

"No," You say, "Don't try to persuade my decision... But, we'll keep you here. But, you are not to go into battle with us. We don't know your true motives yet."

"I just said-"

You walk up to them and stare at them. Unwavering.

"I know," You say, "But, your endgame... You got the Zord you wanted... The endgame is the real question..."

You saw the determination in her eye... Something about it just... Enticed you. You couldn't explain it.

"Say what you wish red," They tell you, "But deep down you know you want extra hands in your team."

"Fine..." You growl

Chapter 2

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I Wear T-Shirts: Chapter 1

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: Being in band wasn't the most popular among the student body... Being in a band was: everyone in that school fawns over students who are in a band. You and your friends are the only band in the entire s. But, none of them know... You live two different lives: Drum Captain by day, Drummer by night. The school's Cheer Captain happened to attend one of your shows...

Chapter Warnings: Anxiety, Swearing

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, B/n = Band Name, Bold/Italic = Flashback

Chapter Theme: Honest - The Home Team

A/n: I read somewhere that someone (I forgot who, so idea credit goes to them) wanted a Bridget Cheerleader AU, so here it is :)

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*Y/n's POV* You ruffle your hair after stepping out of the band room; about to leave the school after a successful football game, however, bump into the wall after a football player shoulders you.

"Whoops, sorry nerd!" He chuckles, walking off with his jock friends

"You alright?" F/n asks

"Yeah," You sigh, "I hate that they're so successful, yet in real life, they're jerks..."

"They're going to peak in high school when they graduate," They tell you, "Besides, we have a gig tomorrow night."

Ahh...

Your 'second life'. Your most favored part of your life over your actual one.

"We're headlining this one for once," They say, "Big achievement for a small town band."

It was...

Normally, slightly bigger bands would ask you to be an opener for the opener that was touring with them. Your band didn't have the funds to travel. Yet. That was the end goal: To tour with a headlining band. Maybe even headline a tour...

"Y/n, you there?" F/n calls you out

"Hmm?" You look at them blankly

"You were imaging us headlining... Weren't you?" They ask

"No!" You lie

"Save that for when we tour with a headlining band," They say, "Come on, I'm tired, let's get out of this shit hole already..."

You follow them out to the parking lot and see a familiar face... Bridget: the School's Cheer Captain. The both of you are in the same grade. But, you never really noticed her until she joined the Cheer Team. Your friend elbows you.

As you watch the football game: Your team leading by a whole ton of points, you eyes drift down to the track, normally where the cheerleaders were attempting to hype the student section or the families who either watch their football team offspring or the band offspring.

Your eyes drift to the only girl with bright pink hair. By coincidence, she looks up at you too. You look down at your drum head, trying to not look flustered. However, when you look back at her, she's looking away too; a deep rose color upon her cheekbones.

"Let's go Dragons!!!" She, and her cheer girls scream

"Y/n!" Bridget runs up to you

"Oh! Hey, Bridge," You smile, trying to greet her casually

"I'm heading home, I'll see you tomorrow Y/n," Your friend walks ahead

You try to protest and try to keep your friend with you, however, was too far ahead.

"You waiting for a ride?" You ask

"No, you?" She asks

"I live close enough to not need to drive," You say, "Want some company to walk you home?"

"Sure, that'd be great," She smiles

You've met her a handful of times, but never really had any chances such as this one: the both of you have a one-on-one. She was also one of the popular girls. Not the traditional mean girl.

You lead your drumline mates onto the track. As you set up your drum onto its stand, the cheerleaders run over to you guys. You look up and see Bridget smiling ear to ear right in front of you.

"Captain," You tilt your shako, smiling

She runs over to her friends and squeals as they fawn over your other upper classmen drumline mates.

As you check to make sure your drum mates had their drums securely on their stands; you drum a rhythm and the others follow along. The cheerleaders gawking.

"I'm surprised that you girls gawk over the drumline over the football players," You joke

"Please, drumline has more dignity," She rolls her eyes playfully

"Pfft, wouldn't be sure about that," You chuckle under your breath

+*+

You follow Bridget as she walks to your neighborhood; unsure how to make conversation...

"What's going on tomorrow?" She asks

"Oh... Just stuff for band," You say

"What kind of 'stuff'?" She asks

"just band stuff," You say, "No one here really enjoys the band... I can always hear them talk over our halftime shows..."

"I try to be invested," She confesses, "But all of my friends drag me into their conversations. The drum stuff you do with your drumline sounds really cool..."

"Yeah?" You ask, your eyes nearly lighting up, "Well... That drum break was arranged by yours truly."

"Really?!" She asks, her eyes lighting up, "I didn't know you arranged music too!"

"It isn't that hard when you understand the basics of music," You say

"Wish I continued with music," She says, "But, it was too difficult for me..."

"Maybe one day," You say, "I like it when you guys do some stuff with us."

"My favorite is when you bring the drumline down to us and we just hype y'all up as you play. Seeing all the cool tricks is absolutely mind-blowing!"

"Oh.. That," You chuckle, "Yeah, I enjoy those too."

You follow her up a sidewalk, leading to her front door. You remain at the bottom as she ascends the two steps.

"Thanks for walking me home," She slightly smiles

"You're welcome," You reply

"You get home safe too, alright?" She asks

"Yeah, I will," You say

You wait until she closes the door behind her. You plug music into your ears as you walk the way you came.

I didn't know she lived down the street from me....

+*+

You and your guitarist haul in your personal drum set as your friend: the bassist and lead singer set up their own thing.

"Nice of you to help me, f/n," You sigh, setting down the kick drum

"Hey, do you want to tune these babies?" They ask

"As if I'll touch a stringed instrument," You scoff

"Come on, you play basically everything!" They whine

"Drums is more my territory," You say, taking the high-hat from your guitarist

+*+

You sit at the merch table as the openers go on. Your band couldn't afford to hire someone as your merch runner, so there would be two of you working the merch booth. At the end of the gigs, two of you would run to the merch table and the remaining lot would load instruments outside.

You rotated with two of your other friends once the next band began playing. You warm up your hands with some rhythms as you listen to some songs, trying to sound out the opener's rhythms.

You only stop when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"They're on the last song, let's get ready," F/n says

+*+

Two of you rush out to the merch table as soon as the gig ended: in case any patron would want to buy merch.

"You guys were really good!"

"You guys are underrated!"

"How are you guys not famous yet?!"

Many new fans would ask you that question. You only reply with: "Thank you!", or, "We've been working towards being a big band.". Along those lines.

Once the patrons had gone, you begin breaking down your merch table after a successful show.

"Y/n?!" A familiar voice calls your name

Your head shoots up, "Bridget?!"

"I knew you looked familiar!" She says, "I didn't know you were in a band!"

"I..." You try to find some kind of excuse

"Go on, I'll take over," F/n says

You get up and stand in front of her...

"Uhm.... You want to step outside?" You ask

She nods, she gently takes your hand and begins to lead you out of the venue.

"Where's your friends?" You ask

"They headed home right at the end of your set," She says

"And... You didn't go with them?" You ask

"I had to be sure the drummer was you," She says, "Let alone we have two of our school's band members in an actual band."

"Well, I like to keep that on the down low," You say

"What? And not be popular at school?" She asks

"Popular isn't our thing," You say, "Besides, we prefer to get famous from the outside."

"Oh..." She says

"So," you clear your throat, changing the subject, "What brought you here?"

"My friends and I were here for one of the openers," She explains, "It only took us a few

"Guess I gotta drive you home now," You joke

You weren't really joking...

"Would you have room?" She asks

"For you? Always," You half smile

She smiles as she looks down, blushing.

You help your friends load the merch into your friend's SUV and bid each other goodnight.

"I try to keep my front seat clear," You say

"In case you bring girls home?" She jokes

"No," You say, bluntly, "For my food run."

She tosses her hair ver her shoulder, huffing. You could see the joke in her gesture...

"It's my own kind of tradition that I get food after a gig," You say, "Drumming makes me hungry. You saw how I was whamming on my drums."

You pull out from the venue and make your way to the nearest late night fast food place.

"Want anything?" You ask

"Just... A water," She says

"Just a water?" You ask, "Please don't tell me you cheerleaders have a strict diet..."

She's silent...

"Come on, one junky meal won't kill you," You say, "Besides..."

You tuck hair behind her ear to look at her in the eyes...

"I don't like it when people in my car starve themselves," You say, "So, please.. Eat something... The venue only had snack items... Which is why I made this post-gig food a tradition. Never really had a passenger join me on the adventure.. So that makes you a first."

You order yourself and Bridget food. You drive to a secluded spot and begin indulging in your food.

"Don't you cheerleaders have your own tailgates at the football games?" You ask

"We do, but I barely eat," She explains, "I get really anxious and when I get anxious, food doesn't settle well."

"I understand that," You say

"You do?" She asks

"Yeah," You say, "I also get nervous before every performance I have. I try to not eat too much so that when I do feel nervous, I don't get nauseous."

"Guess we're more alike than we think," She sighs

You slowly make your way back to your neighborhood; praying the night won't end... However, her tapping your arm resting on the gear shift takes you out of your thoughts.

"Thanks for taking me home," Bridget says

"Anytime," You say

"I know this'll sound stupid but ummm... Could I get a picture with you?" She asks

"Sure," You chuckle

She squeals as she situates herself to face her phone camera properly. You lean over the center console and nearly stiffen as she puts her hand on your cheek. As soon as she snaps the photo the both of you look back at the photo: your head lingering on her shoulder.

"You want a setlist too?" You ask

"Yes!" She squeals

You reach into your pocket and hand her a folded piece of paper. She immediately unravels it and she squeals again. She Nearly leaps over the center console and wraps her arms around your neck.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She smiles

"Always," You chuckle

She steps out of your car, and leans down to meet your eyes.

"See you Monday," She waves you off

Again, you wait for her to enter her house, and fully close the door before you drive down the street to your house.

Chapter 2

[mackeydoodledoo]

falling in love with Aurora would feel like...

A/n: I'm working on my 1st Aurora fic, but until it's finished, I made a 'falling in love with Aurora' playlist :)