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“Will You Love Me Tomorrow?” Stephen Sanchez Record Shop Co-worker AU Fluff!

I AM BACK. THE UNIVERSE THREW ME A CURVE BALL BUT I CAUGHT IT

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Y/N started at the record shop six months ago today. Of course no one would remember not even her favorite owner Billy would remember. He didn't remember much these days, but this wouldn't even cross his mind.

Six months isn't a long time in the grand scheme of things, but to Y/N six months was more than just a measure of time. Six months meant everything. Because that's when she met, Stephen.

She gazed around the poster plastered walls, neon signs and pop-star cut outs scattered the space. It felt like home, despite the flicker of yellow-ish tube lights.

The melancholic sound of Carole King's song "Will You Love Me Tomorrow?" played in the background, it felt like a memory both future and distant. It was a kind of song to dig up emotions that you couldn't quite understand yet. But no matter what, it still made her think of, him.

Y/N tapped her fingers along the paint chipped countertop and found herself wandering through memories.

She just kinda tumbled onto the Jazz Table Record Shop one day, pulled in from perhaps boredom, but she stayed because of him. She wasn't familiar with old or cool music, she didn't have a artisy or snobby taste in music from vintage bands, she didn't know who Blondie or the Misfits were, she didn't know that Elvis Presley made more than one song, she didn't know that Phil Collin's was the drummer for Genesis, she didn't know that they both had amazing music. But she learned all of this because of him.

He had drawn her in with those attentive and dreamy dark eyes. She hadn't seen eyes like those before. Whatever he talked about, she wanted to know about.

She pretended to keep up, that she knew all the references all the songs and musicians.

Maybe he decided to keep up the conversation because there was no one else in the slightly chilly shop, maybe he thought she was cute, maybe, maybe, maybe.

Still to this day she doesn't understand Stephen. But one day she'd like to.

"Hey, I think you should totally apply here, we are kinda under staffed at the moment and we could use some more people like you" He seemed sincere when he passed a paper application across the countertop.

Of course she filled it out and returned the next day. Only to be disappointed that Stephen wasn't there, but one of the owners named Billy, welcomed her and almost immediately hired her. The pay wasn't amazing, the hours were weird, but you got to get a killer discount and they treated everyone like family, and they believed in mental health days.

So six months ago today, she started a bit nervous, but a little excited when she saw that Stephen would be her trainer. She definitely didn't buy an Eagles shirt from Walmart as a conversation starter.

Today Stephen started at 2pm, and it was currently 2:05pm. She focused on the vintage Tom & Jerry clock, hoping it was a bit off. He usually wasn't late....

He's fine! Hahaaaaaaa stop it.

It was at 2:11pm the clatter of the front door bell sounded and Y/N quickly looked up from her phone.

Stephen rushed in iced coffee and tote bag in hand.

He looked out of breath as he doubled over, painting and slightly sweaty. He put a hand up "Sorry for being late! I lost track of time" he laughed.

Butterflies erupted in Y/N, God that smile, that laugh.

"It's all good, nothing really happened you just missed one of Carole King's best songs" she smirked.

He rounded the counter and dumped his stuff on the wobbly stool.

As he caught his breath he said "'So Far Away'?" Y/N laughed "No?"

He made a quizzical face "What was that tone for?"

She rolled her eyes "Tapestry by far is her best album but, 'So Far Away' isn't the best song on there, and it's definitely not her best song."

"Pssshhhh," he swatted the air and grabbed a stack of cds and started to sort them out. "How is that not her best song? It's about nostalgia and loneliness, but there's also something comforting about it."

Y/N joined him, she forgot she had to label all the cds that a metal head sold earlier, the guy was clearly going through it, she thought he was crazy for selling all these vintage metal albums for this cheep.

He pulled a cd up to inspect it "Ooh, Screeching Weasel" "Said no one ever." She muttered. At that they both laughed.

"Okay so since you're the expert, what is Carole King's best song?"

Without a moment of hesitation she blurted "'Will You Love Me Tomorrow?'".

They were in a suspended silence. Their faces mere in inches apart. She felt a blush creep up her face. Even though it was the title of the song, it felt more like a confession.

Stephen was the first to break the silence, "Well technically that song was for the Shirelles first. So why do you think it's her best song?"

Y/N cleared her throat, "Uhm- well Carole wrote it after she gave birth to her child and she was in a vulnerable position, wondering if the love she felt was genuine and reciprocated. I think it really highlights what young and uncertain love feels like."

At that he tilts his head as he continues to go through the stack of cds.

"But the Shirelles killed that performance, they deserved so much than what they got."

Y/N smiled but also deep down felt a little embarrassed, he wasn't continuing the conversation the way she was hoping he would.

"Hey, I'm going to go reorganize the t-shirt rack." She quickly exited behind the counter and walked away.

For the next agonizing 30 minutes, they worked in complete silence. She wished that a customer would walk in and break the tension, or that he would say anything.

She just needed something, anything to happen.

It was humid and sticky inside the small shop, and her nervousness didn't help with her internal temperature.

She decided to prop the door open with a brick. It was a glorified brick really, Billy had painted a Hawaiian shirt on it and gave it googly eyes, his name was Rick the Brick. One time some lowlife stole Rick, and Billy called the cops, from that day on no one messed with Rick. He wasn't just a brick or a door prop, he was the epitome and the embodiment of the spirit of Jazz Table Records.

Finally thinking of an ice breaker she spoke "Do you think we should make a buddy for Ricky?"

Stephen looked up "Like a friend for him?"

Y/N struggled and walked over to the counter. She leaned against it "It's proper time he isn't as lonely, I can't imagine being alone for 20 years. He needs a friend." Stephen smiles a slow honey and molasses smile that sends a shiver through Y/N.

"I couldn't imagine either"

They both laugh

"I still can't believe you've never dated anyone" Y/N laughs harder.

At that Stephen flushes,

"Well it's not like I couldn't get anyone, it's just I haven't ever wanted anyone" he shrugs it off. She stops laughing, she can tell that she took it a bit far.

"That's not a bad thing. I understand what you mean"

He works on something on the work computer.

"Finding love these days isn't easy, no one is honest anymore, not with their partners, not with themselves. It's scary. You can never really find out anything about anyone. It's so strange."

Y/N watched him type and focus, the glow of the computer highlighting his handsome and dark features.

" I get it, we live in a weird time honestly. I feel like people aren't authentic. We change ourselves so often, we don't even know who we are." She bites her cracked lips.

"I can't stand when people change themselves to fit into a new mold so they will be liked by someone." His words cut through him.

She never felt more exposed. She changed parts of herself for him. She started dressing differently, listening to new music, ordering coffee with oat milk even though she didn't like the taste that much. She did a lot, just so they'd have things in common. She felt stupid now.

He couldn't have said it to slight her... right?

He couldn't have known that she changed so much about herself.

In a moment of courage she said "Sometimes we are desperate enough for the love of someone we adjust things about ourselves to fit their ideals. Sometimes we don't even realize it."

His eyes move to met hers.

She didn't have much to lose.

Actually that was a lie, she'd lose everything if she lost him. But she was still ready to take a risk.

"I changed a lot about myself."

He watches as she fidgets

"I've changed a lot about myself to be loved by someone I've loved so deeply that I didn't care if I lost myself in the process because I knew I'd be a better person if they loved me."

Her gaze flits up to his.

"And I truly hope that I'll never regret it because I am so in love with him, I'd risk it all."

He swallows slowly and looks down.

"Love is scary, if you're not careful it's a dangerous sea to drown in."

"I'd gladly drown if it meant I had a moment to be loved." She confessed.

"Are you saying what I think you are saying?" He asked in a hard to understand way.

"I'm saying that I love you Stephen." She blurted all at once. And after a moment of silence and tension she continued

"I've loved you from the time I walked in here six months ago. I'm so privileged to have known and loved you for the for the time that I have."

"And if I lose you now because of this, I'm glad I was able to confess to you, it was all worth it. To spend a moment in your light."

Stephen was quiet. But he wasn’t silent. She watched him intensely. He rolled his linen button-up to his elbow, small tattoos revealed, she memorized all of them, so much to the point that when she was bored she'd trace them on scrap paper.

She knew and loved so much about him. But she wanted more. Just knowing and loving from an unrequited distance wasn't enough. She wanted to be the first thing he woke up to, she wanted to be the one who'd steal his favorite clothes, the one he'd buy flowers for. She wanted it all.

Was it all too much to ask for?

"Y/N" he said in almost a whisper.

He takes a second to breathe.

"I've loved you from the second you walked through those doors."

Adrenaline rushed through her veins and she felt euphoric.

"But I've never loved you more than I have in this moment."

He was sincere, she saw it in his dark eyes. She saw it in every inch of body.

She knew he was telling the truth.

"Y/N." He paused once more

"I've loved you for six months, I've loved you today, I will love you tomorrow and I will love you forever."

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kindh3art3d · 2 years ago

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new hyperfixation: stephen sanchez

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the jazz singer - Stephen Sanchez one shot

Once upon a time in the vibrant and enchanting 1960s, in a bustling city known for its jazz scene, there was a mesmerizing nightclub called "Moonlight Serenade." This place exuded an aura of sophistication and passion, where music and love intertwined under the spell of dim lighting and the velvety voice of none other than Stephen Sanchez.

Y/N was a radiant and free-spirited soul who found solace and inspiration in the melodies of jazz. Night after night, she would escape the monotony of her world and immerse herself in the tantalizing sounds that emanated from the stage. Those silky notes carried her away, capturing her heart and awakening something deep within her.

One fateful evening, Y/N walked into Moonlight Serenade, unaware that destiny was about to weave its intricate web. As Stephen took the stage, his presence commanded attention, and his voice ignited a fire within her soul. Their eyes met across the room, and an electric current surged through the air, connecting them in an unspoken understanding.

The music came alive that night, seemingly weaved from their very connection. Y/N found herself drawn to the front row, feeling Stephen's every note resonating with her every heartbeat. And just as the music soared, so did their undeniable attraction.

In the intimate moments between performances, Y/N and Stephen started to unravel the layers of each other's hearts. Late nights spent talking beneath the moonlit sky revealed shared dreams, fears, and desires. Their conversations were laced with laughter, intellectual banter, and the intoxicating allure of their growing affection.

Amidst the smoky haze and sweet scents wafting through the nightclub, Y/N and Stephen's passionate relationship blossomed like a rose in full bloom. They danced together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, mirroring the symphony of love that resided within their souls. Their passion was intense, intoxicating, and undeniably breathtaking.

But just like the changing tides of the ocean, the 60s brought forth its own challenges, testing their bond. In a world marked by societal norms and expectations, Y/N and Stephen fought to defy the odds, as their love story transcended time, place, and the limitations set upon them.

As cruel as time was, it was also kind.

Stephen and Y/N stood on the balcony, the soft breeze caressing their faces as they gazed into each other's eyes. The moonlight bathed them in its gentle glow, creating an ethereal ambiance that heightened their connection.

Their hands intertwined, fingers lacing together as if they were meant to fit perfectly. Stephen's touch sent shivers down Y/N's spine, igniting a fire deep within her soul. Every touch, every glance, spoke volumes of the passion that simmered between them.

Leaning closer, Stephen brushed his lips against Y/N's, tasting the sweetness that lingered there. Their kiss was like a sweet melody, their lips moving in perfect harmony, expressing their love without the need for words. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the enchantment of that moment.

Their hearts beat in unison, a rhythm that echoed their desires. Stephen gently lifted Y/N into his arms, carrying her to the comfort of the nearby couch. They sank into its plush embrace, their bodies melding together as they explored the depths of their love.

Whispers of adoration filled the air, mingling with soft sighs of pleasure. Stephen's hands traced Y/N's curves, leaving a trail of warmth wherever they roamed. Each touch was a promise, a testament to their unbreakable bond.

As their bodies danced to the rhythm of their desires, their connection grew stronger with every passing moment. Their souls intertwined, merging into one, as they embarked on a journey of passion and intimacy that left them breathless, lost in a world only they shared.

In that sacred space, time lost its hold, leaving nothing but the intensity of their love. Their souls entwined, their bodies entangled, Stephen and Y/N became one—a testament to the power of love that transcends boundaries and barriers.

In that moonlit night, Stephen and Y/N created a memory that would forever be etched in their hearts, a memory that would continue to fuel the fire of their love for years to come. And as they surrendered to the waves of bliss, they knew that their love was an eternal flame that would burn brightly, lighting their path through any obstacle life may bring.

Through it all, their love remained unyielding, fueled by their shared dreams and unwavering belief in the power of love. The echoes of their laughter, the touch of their hands, and the whispers of their sweet nothings echoed through the corridors of Moonlight Serenade, forever etching their love story into the annals of history.

As the years went by, Stephen and Y/N remained inseparable. Their love grew stronger with each passing day, with every hurdle they faced together only strengthening their bond. They supported each other through thick and thin, always finding solace in one another's arms.

Their love story became an inspiration for others, a beacon of hope that proved true love knows no limits. People were moved by their unwavering dedication to each other, and their story spread far and wide, touching the hearts of many.

As our story draws to a close, we find Y/N and Stephen embracing under the twinkling stars, their hearts forever intertwined. Their legacy lives on, an eternal symphony of love, ignited by the magic of jazz and the resolute dedication to live life against the grain.

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If y'all like this story enough, I'm thinking about writing this into a longer chapter fanfic. Like Evangeline x The Troubadour. Ugh so goood. Let me know if you like it :)

With love,

k.h

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Sanchez baby!!! Chicago adventures❤️

(Photo creds to kindh3art3d)

So this post is a little late lol

I’m so fortunate to have been able to see this amazing person in concert. My boyfriend and I went to his October 20th in Chicago and it was an amazing performance and experience.

I laughed and cried and the best part was I made life long memories.

during the concert Stephen said something like “this is so much bigger than us [the band], we are not just making music, we are making soundtrack for your stories. Because that’s what matters.” It was truly beautiful.

thank you Stephen for helping my dreams come true❤️

#stephen sanchez #concert photography #concert pics #live performance #Chicago #sanchezbaby!

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kindh3art3d · 2 years ago

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very excited to listen to this

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IM OBSESSED

IM SO FREAKING OBSESSED AND IN LOVE WITH THIS ALBUM (ANGEL FACE HAS WON A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART ISTG) PLEASE GO LISTEN AND WATCH HIS NEW MUSIC

Plz enjoy these screenshots I took from Stephen Sanchez’s newest MV “Death of the Troubadour”

The story is beautiful and heartbreaking, the cinematography was amazing and everything about it was so so good 😭

Thank you Stephen for always making beautiful and original music, I love you so much ❤️

#stephen sanchez #Death of the troubadour #Music #mv #screenshoots #angel face #new music #Omg #im in love

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Under Neon Lights - Stephen Sanchez One Shot

Nashville, Tennessee.

Night life was a whole different world here. For some reason tonight my apartment was lonely so I decided to wander around to a quiet bar. Sure it was a Tuesday night, but there was always live music in Nashville.

I wander into a neon lit bar, the smell of liquor hangs heavy in the air and as my eyes graze over the atmosphere that’s when I see the handsome man stroking his guitar on the small lit stage.

I watch him with anticipation, his voice is rich and robust, every note sung angelically. I find myself sitting at a table close to watch him. There aren’t many others in the bar, an elderly couple sit in a booth and a few girls celebrating a birthday. Not much of an audience and yet the man is performing his heart out.

He eventually stops and thanks the crowd for them night to which everyone responds with polite clapping.

My eyes follow the man as he makes is way off stage and into the bar. Just when I think he’s leaving he walks over to my table.

“Hey darling” he said his voice smooth as honey.

I couldn’t act coy anymore I knew exactly who this man was. He’s the reason I haven’t had a steady heartbeat for the last half hour.

I managed a shy smile. "Hi, Stephan. I'm Y/N, a huge fan of yours."

He grinned, his dimples deepening. "Well, Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you. Would you like to join me for a drink?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I nodded eagerly. We made our way to a cozy corner of the bar, where we settled ourselves on barstools. Stephan ordered two glasses of whiskey, and we clinked them together, beginning our adventure in Nashville.

As we sipped our drinks, Stephan and I found ourselves engrossed in conversation. He shared stories of his music career, while I revealed my dreams and aspirations. Our laughter mingled with the melodies pouring from the stage, creating a symphony of joy.

One drink turned into two, then three, and soon the room began to spin. We stumbled out of the bar, our giggles echoing through the streets of Nashville. The city seemed to come alive under the moonlight, and we decided to explore its charms together.

Hand in hand, we wandered through the neon-lit streets, dancing to the rhythm of our laughter. We stumbled upon a small karaoke bar, and without hesitation, Stephan grabbed my hand and dragged me inside. We sang duets, off-key but filled with enthusiasm, much to the amusement of the other patrons.

Hours passed, and the alcohol began to loosen our inhibitions. A mischievous glint appeared in Stephan's eyes as he leaned closer, his voice a whiskey-soaked whisper.

"You know, Y/N, I think you like me more than you're willing to admit."

I scoffed, pretending to be unfazed. "Oh, please. I'm just here for the music."

Stephan's smile widened, and he arched an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Suddenly, tension crackled in the air, and our playful banter took on a more serious tone. Stephan's gaze held mine, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty.

"You can't deny it, Y/N," he murmured. "The way you smile when you see me. The way your eyes light up when we talk. It's more than just admiration."

I struggled to maintain my composure, my heart pounding in my chest. "Stephan, we're both a little drunk right now. Maybe we should—"

Before I could finish my sentence, Stephan cut me off by pressing his lips against mine. It was a tender, intoxicating kiss, filled with all the unspoken words we had been too afraid to utter. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the magic of the night.

When we finally pulled apart, our breaths mingling, Stephan's eyes were filled with a strange and beautiful glow.

The kiss had ignited a spark between us, one that refused to be extinguished. From that night forward, Stephan and I became inseparable. We explored Nashville with renewed energy and a newfound sense of adventure.

We spent lazy afternoons strolling through Centennial Park, hand in hand, admiring the vibrant colors of the blooming flowers. Our laughter echoed through the air as we took turns pushing each other on the swings, relishing in the joy of being carefree.

Stephan's music became the soundtrack of our love story. We danced under the stars to his soulful melodies, twirling and spinning in perfect harmony. Each note seemed to speak directly to our hearts, reminding us of the beautiful connection we had discovered.

As our relationship deepened, we shared intimate moments of vulnerability and trust. We confided in each other about our fears, dreams, and past heartaches. Stephan became my rock, offering unwavering support and understanding, and I became his safe haven, a place where he could be himself without judgment.

We also had our fair share of silly and lighthearted moments. We would have spontaneous pillow fights, leaving feathers scattered across the room. Stephan's infectious laughter would fill the air as we attempted to cook extravagant meals together, only to end up ordering takeout and sharing a cozy night in.

Chapter 5: A Promise Sealed

One evening, as we sat on a rooftop terrace, a gentle breeze caressed our faces. The city lights twinkled below us, casting a magical glow over our surroundings. Stephan turned to me, his eyes filled with love.

"Y/N, you've brought so much happiness into my life," he whispered, his voice soft and full of sincerity. "I can't imagine my days without you by my side."

My heart swelled with emotion, and tears welled in my eyes. "Stephan, you've changed my world in ways I never thought possible. I'm grateful for every moment we've shared."

He took my hand in his, his touch warm and comforting. "Y/N, I know we've had our fair share of ups and downs, but I want you to know that I'm here to stay. I want to be more than just a fleeting romance. I want to build a future together, filled with love and laughter."

A single tear escaped my eye as I smiled through my emotions. "Stephan, I've been afraid to admit it, but I've fallen for you. I love you."

His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and he pulled me into a tight embrace. "I love you too, Y/N. And I promise to cherish and protect our love, always."

As the city lights continued to twinkle below us, we sealed our promise with a passionate kiss, knowing that our journey was just beginning. Together, we would navigate the twists and turns of life, hand in hand, forever bound by an unbreakable love.

And so, in the heart of Nashville, amidst the music and laughter, Stephan Sanchez and I finally found what we have both needed and craved for years, and it turns out that it was right in front of us this whole time. True love is strange.

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