baby when the lights go down

merle absolutely has one of those “oh i’m gay” moments while he and davenport are out camping 

he went off to get dry firewood while davenport sets up and he comes back to davenport setting up camp, the fire is going…it’s low but enough to rly put a glow on him and merle kinda stands there for a minute…davenport looks rly nice in this light, he never rly noticed how rich the brown of his eyes were and then. davenport looks up from the fire and smiles and him….and merle’s heart’s beating loud in his ears. that’s when it hit him for the first time, his ears are burning and his face is definitely red, but davenport doesnt seem to notice as they settle down for the night

BLUE LION HEADCANONS
  • Blue does crazy stunts on autopilot sometimes just for the shits and giggles, scaring the living crap out of Lance making him think there’s some malfunction
  • One day they heard some explosions in the Castle and they came from Blue’s hangar. When Allura and the others went to check, there were stains of laser beams on the floor and walls and Blue was turned to a corner seeming extremely confused, lifting her front paws as if looking for something
    • Turns out it was just that Lance got a laser tag somewhere and was hidden on a higher level pranking Blue who had even shot her laser beams at the red spot of light trying to catch it
    • Red makes fun of Blue for being fooled so easily - turns out to be the next victim when Lance records a ticker and leaves it playing stuck behind Red’s ear while the Lion was in sleep mode and almost falls out of his hiding place trying to hold back the laughter as he watches Keith enter the hangar running and yelling at Red who’s a nervous wreck “WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING IN MY MIND TO GET EVERYONE OUT OF THE CASTLE, WE RAN A SCAN AND THERE’S NO BOMB IN HERE, RED, WHAT THE FUCK, ARE YOUR HEARING SYSTEMS DAMAGED OR WHAT”
  • Blue sleepwalks
    • Seriously, Shiro once went to check on Black and almost had a heart attack when Blue stepped out of her hangar, stared at him for like 10 seconds with her eye lights very low, then stepped back and hit her head against the wall twice before just lying down and shutting off again
  • #Lance'sBFF
  • “I love my human boy so much, don’t you dare talking bad of him or you’ll be singing ‘Let It Go’ so frozen you’ll be after I blast you to outer space with my Ice Ice Baby”
  • Blue managed to actually talk to Lance in his mind instead of just sending him ideas way before everyone else
    • He almost shitted his pants that day because he thought he was losing his mind or someone was brainwashing him
    • Turns out Blue thought it was a good idea to have a prank be their first talk ever. Because bonding. She chose a random female voice she picked up from his memories through their connection as Lion and Paladin and it was actually his mother’s voice, cue his panic when he heard it
  • Lance fell asleep in Blue’s cockpit once so she just lifted her barrier and called it a day
    • He almost panicked later when Blue was so deep in sleep mode she just wouldn’t wake up as he tried everything insisting he ‘needed to go’
  • Blue gets distracted way too easily whenever Lance’s piloting her. If he’s not paying attention either, they’ll just collide against stuff on their way because BLUE WON’T REALLY PAY ATTENTION unless if Lance focuses enough to make her focus too
  • The day Blue showed Lance where her aux cord was located was the day when Voltron’s Transformation Sequence changed forever
    • Shiro: FORM VOLTRON!
      Lance: YES I ALWAYS WANTED TO DO THIS *Plays the Power Rangers Theme during the entire sequence*
      Keith: Lance what the fuck
    • Blue thinks the song is catchy btw
    • The other time he played the Attack On Titan theme and Pidge couldn’t stop laughing for some reason
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get scared afterwards

i. i wish that we were magic so we wouldn’t be so young and tragic ii. pain is ready, pain is waiting, primed to do its educating iii. how long, child, have you been afraid? when was the last time you laughed out loud, the last time you played? iv. now i can’t sleep at night, i’m not afraid, i’m terrified v. i may be young but i can still remember feeling full of joy, crying tears of laughter, now all my tears are all cried out vi. no place to go to dry her eyes vii. eyes without light, too tired of good-byes, never felt embraced and frightened of every face viii. everyone keeps asking are we okay, the truth is we’re not, but i don’t know what to say ix. baby, don’t look back, you’re all alone x. do you wanna be free of this? when panic rises like the oceans xi. how many dreams can you break till you’re broken? how many fights can you fight until you fall down on your knees? xii. are we in the clear yet?

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Sugar Sweet | 6 | (M)

word count: 4.4k

genre: smut + fluff; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

dedicated to: @honeyheonie, @lostinmonstax & @jooheonster, who legit were some of my biggest backbones to keep me going (cough & for @tomatoholmes bc she stans ki cough)

a/n: i’m back bitches lmao jk but legit i’m v sorry this took so long, i didn’t even realize it had been nearly two months since ss 5! time is going by too quickly, especially as i fill drabble requests and write other one shots. but i’ll try to refrain from neglecting ss, as i’ve truly found a solidified plot line to the point where i think i’ve speculated where everything will go and therefore than means more concrete chapters, sooner updates and a finalized chapter count! i cut this chapter off a little early bc i didn’t want to head into the next part just yet, but stay tuned for Jin’s party kiddos :) much love to all those patient guppies who stayed by my side and encouraged me to continue despite the many setbacks i felt.

also if you didn’t know, the song kihyun sings is suffer by charlie puth, a favorite of mine.

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Originally posted by jjilljj

( hybrid!au ; smut ) rated M. 7078 words. seokjin scenario
summary: you don’t like it when your owner meets other women. he’s yours and yours only. seokjin x dog hybrid!you
N/A: reposting cuz I wanted to change a few things. also I love hybrid aus and I love god too dont get me wrong


“Hey, pretty thing. Are you asleep?”

You could recognize this voice in a million. Your ears twitch immediately in response, eyes fighting the heavy lids. In your heavy haze, you see your owner sitting on your bed, his beautiful face and upper body looming over you. You whine a little for your sleep being interrupted, shifting a bit so that your tail isn’t stuck awkwardly between your legs. But even if you want to keep napping, happiness bubbles up in your chest as you blink a few times and feel a smile forming on your lips.

Seokjin coming back from work is the part of the day you love the most.

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BTS Reaction - When their s/o calls them scared during the night/requested

Anonymous said: BTS react when their “love of life” calling to them in the middle of the night, crying, sobbing and being freaking scared 1)because she hear some noise in the flat 2)and maybe if I can another one react because she’s scared about storm (its me😂)

I’ll do this one first and the second one in another post! Enjoy!

Suga:

At first, he wouldn’t even stir in his sleep at the sound of his phone going off. But when he realized that it wasn’t going to stop, he grunted and rolled over to grab the phone off the nightstand. Without even checking the name, he answered quickly.

“Hello?” 

“Yoongi. I can’t sleep. I think there’s someone in my house.” You said, tears running down your cheeks. You were petrified that someone was walking around downstairs - you felt like you could hear heavy footsteps padding around the wooden floors.

Yoongi went from tired to worried, and his eyebrows scrunched together at your words.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Just lock your bedroom door. It’ll be okay.”

Jin:

He was dreaming of sleeping beside you when his phone began to ring incessantly. Groggily, he’d turn over and grab the phone. Before answering, he’d let his eyes adjust to the sudden, bright light from the phone screen before scrunching his eyebrows together, thinking, “why is she calling so late?”

“Jin. Jin I think there is someone downstairs. I-I don’t remember locking my front door. I’m so scared,” you hiccuped, whispering so quiet that Jin really had to focus on your words.

“You’re sure? What can you hear?” Jin spoke hurriedly, ripping the covers off his body and stumbling down the stairs.

“I heard a cabinet closing and a crash, I don’t know what is happening. I already locked my door and I’m in the bathroom.”

“I’ll call the police. Stay where you are, I’ll come get you. It’ll all be okay, babe.”

Namjoon:

He was just in the other room. After a fight broke out between the two of you that night, he decided to sleep in the room down the hallway to give you some space. Since the room was so far from the downstairs area, he couldn’t hear the noise coming from the living room. 

When his phone rang, he wasn’t immediately awoken. It took two or three calls on your part to finally get him to wake up. His eyes hurt from the light, but he answered right away despite what had happened that night.

“Y/N, why are you calling me? I’m down the hallway.” He said, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

“There’s someone downstairs, Namjoon. I can hear it. Can you p-please-”

“What? Just stay in your room baby girl. I’m going to go look.”

J-Hope:

It would be extremely early in the morning when he was startled awake by your phone call, the shrill noise making his ears buzz. He’d ask himself, “why do I keep my phone under my pillow if this is what happens?”

When J-Hope saw your name flashing on his screen, he’d hurriedly press the phone to his ear without hesitation.

“Hello? Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Hoseok, I think there’s someone downstairs. I can hear them rummaging through the kitchen. I’m scared, I don’t know what to do.” You choked out, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

Hoseok ran his hand through his hair as he quickly got up to find his car keys. “I’ll be there in five minutes. Stay put. Nothing bad will happen, okay love?”

Jimin:

He would be right beside you when you awoke, startled by a crash coming from downstairs. Without further hesitation, you shook him by his shoulder and whispered, “Jimin, wake up. I think there’s someone downstairs.” 

He would turn over and look at you with a groggy, “What?” You’d point at the door as he shifted up and ran a hand through his hair, listening for any sounds coming from down the stairs. There was shuffling, and Jimin quickly looked back at you.

“Stay here, okay? Call the police, right now. We’ll be fine, I promise.” He said, kissing your cheek.

Taehyung:

When he saw your name on his phone, he would jump to answer it. There would be no reason for you to call unless there was something wrong - the two of you had a disagreement the night before and it was clear you didn’t want to speak to him

“Y/N?” He said clearly - he’d been awake all night worrying about you and if you were that angry at him.

“I-I don’t care about last night, there is someone downstairs and I’m so scared, Taehyung. C-can you call the police?”

His eyes grew wide at your words and immediately hopped out of bed. No socks, no shoes and in a tshirt and shorts, he got into his car.

“I’m going to hang up and call the police, okay? By then I’ll be at your house, alright? It’ll be okay, princess. Deep breaths.” 

Jungkook:

He’d just be going to bed when he got a call from you. He answered casually, his toothbrush in his mouth. When he heard your worried, rushed words, he stopped moving all together.

“Someone is in my house, Jungkook. I-I’m, I can’t-” You stuttered, your eyes threatening to let tears spill.

“Hey, don’t cry. You need to call the police. I’ll be there right away, I love you very much, just know everything will be okay.” He said, putting his toothbrush down and rushing out of his room.

Irresponsible and Overbearing

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Spencer Reid x Reader

The air in the BAU was tense enough to cut through. Spencer and Y/N were giving each other looks crueler than ones the entire team got from unsubs combined. The members of the BAU just looked on curiously at their teammates trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Spencer and Y/N had been married for a couple years and Y/N had been pregnant for a couple of months. The two adored each other. Every single day when they were dating, and even to this day, Spencer brought a cup of Y/N’s favorite coffee (now decaf) and a pastry on special occasions to Y/N’s desk. Spencer had lead up to asking Y/N out by leaving items that reminded Y/N of her childhood with a note. The first day it was a Tomagochi, that Garcia had ultimately stolen from her. The second day he left Y/N’s favorite Shel Silverstein book, The Giving Tree, which she had lost the year before during her move to Quantico. The final day, which happened to be her birthday, he left the full set of the Harry Potter series in Arabic, the language that Y/N was trying to teach herself.

Spencer and Y/N were that one couple. They were the couple that everyone hated, because of how sappy they were, yet the couple that everyone wanted to be, because of how well one complemented the other. Y/N made Spencer actually for once admit that he might sometimes be wrong. And Spencer helped Y/N gain so much self-confidence, that she had previously lacked.

They had only ever seen Y/N and Spencer ever get into one fight. Y/N had found some Dilaudid in Spencer’s safe which he used to store his gun. Everyone had thought that the two were going to break up. Spencer was mad that Y/N was “snooping” and Y/N was mad that Spencer still kept the one thing that had almost ruined his life. Spencer, after he thought about it for a while, had realized that Y/N was only upset that he had had to go through that experience on his own. And Y/N had realized that having Dilaudid, although he never wanted to use it again, gave Spencer a bizarre sense of competence. He felt power knowing that if he had wanted to he could go back to the euphoric feeling that came with every high, but had chosen each and every single day not to. Although neither Y/N nor Spencer told the other about these revelations that had come with this fight, at least not that night.

That fight had occurred within the first year of them dating and now they were married 3 years and pregnant. The team was confused. Especially Agent Lewis, as she hadn’t been there to see the first fight occur.  

Finally, JJ grew up the courage to ask, “What on earth are you two fighting about?”.

“Y/N is irresponsible!” exclaimed Spencer.

Their teammates looked shocked as they had never seen Spencer ever insult anyone, let alone Y/N the love of his life.

“Please, Spencer is being overprotective and overbearing” spatted out Y/N.

“Okay, pretty boy you gotta break this down for the rest of us” said Derek.

“Y/N keeps on getting mad at me for making sure she’s healthy during the pregnancy of OUR child” said Spencer, emphasizing the word OUR.

“I wouldn’t get mad if he didn’t feed me rabbit food. I don’t care if I’m Popeye, no one should be eating spinach 24/7. I HATE SPINACH!” yelled Y/N.

The team finally started to understand what was going on in the heads of their favorite couple. Spencer, as big a heart he had, was trying to limit what Y/N could eat and he took it a bit too far like he tended to do. And Y/N was just sick and tired of being forced to eat healthy foods.

“Spencer, listen to me, you’ve got to let Y/N eat what she craves as well as healthy foods” said JJ comfortingly.

“Reid, don’t go overboard or Y/N will hate you, trust me” added Hotch.

While Penelope added, “you both just have to remember that you love each other and when you fight it breaks our hearts” before wrapping Y/N in a light hug.

“I guess I can cut down on the spinach, and let you have things you crave, but only if you eat more vegetables” said Spencer.

“I’ll only eat more vegetables if you promise to tell me when I’m being a hormonal bitch” said Y/N before going over to where Spencer was sitting and hugging him as tight as she could, without ending blood flow to the future Annabel Diana Reid.

Spencer chuckled before pulling down Y/N so that she could sit in his lap, and rubbing her just visible baby bump. The others smiled as they looked onto their resident genius and Y/N, look happier than they had ever been.

“Hey Spence?” started Y/N.

“Yeah?” asked Spencer.

“Can I get pistachio ice cream?” continued Y/N as their teammates started to snicker.

Spencer just grinned before he pressed a loving kiss to Y/N’s cheek.

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A/N - Spring Break is over :( I’ll try my best to keep posting imagines! I hope you guys like this and please leave me comments! And remember request ARE STILL OPEN! I love ya’ll!

Not Ready; reidxreader

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Anon requested: Can you do prompt 18 and include the BAU ladies please?

dear anon, you didn’t clarify who with so I did Reid, but if you want Morgan instead just request it!! also, i’m not going in order with requests, i’m just writing them when and how i see fit. Enjoy!!! lmk what you think of this one shot. i feel like it’s not my best work ):

Prompt 18: “I think I might be pregnant.”


You woke up quite unpleasantly. You felt queasy, and had been throwing up a lot for the past few days. You didn’t want to assume anything, but you definitely had a feeling that this was more than an upset stomach. Your genius boyfriend would probably know what it was if you told him your symptoms.

Dr. Spencer Reid was yours for almost a year, but you’d known him for a long time before that since you worked together. There was always something there. It was an underlying love that you were both too stupid to admit to until Morgan just kind of blurted out, “He’s in love with you dammit and you love him too, I know you do.” Thanks to him, you were happily with Spencer. 

You slowly got ready to go to the BAU. One thing that was good about working today though was seeing JJ, Penelope, and Emily, who you could confide in about your concerns. You always wanted to see Spencer but today was an exception. You didn’t know if you could face him knowing that you may be carrying his baby and he has no idea.


After arriving at the BAU, you got off the elevator and immediately walked over to Prentiss, who could read your expression like a book. “What’s wrong?” she asked, touching your arm comfortingly. You shook your head and sighed. “I’ll tell you in a minute, but with JJ and Garcia.”

Spencer approached you, smiling gently. “Hey, are you alright?” he asked. 

“Yes,” you breathed out, trying to look like you actually were. He furrowed his eyebrows but kissed your cheek and walked back over to his desk.

“Okay, seriously, what’s going on?” Emily asked. She pulled you over to where JJ was standing with Penelope, who both looked up at you when they heard you coming. “What’s wrong?” they both asked. You sighed, “Nothing’s wrong, I just need to talk to you guys, can we go to your office, JJ?” 

She nodded. You all quietly walked over, the male agents looking confused at you. Morgan gave you a questioning look but you shook your head and entered JJ’s office, shutting the door behind you.

Before the girls could interrogate you, you blurted it out. “I think I might be pregnant.”

Penelope’s eyes widened. They resembled saucers. “Are you serious? Little Reids running around? Oh my god, I love this!” She hugged you tightly, jumping up and down a little.

“Wait, you think? Y/N, you need to take a test and be sure.” Emily told you. She smiled though at the thought of you and Reid and a child, a whole family. JJ asked you why you thought so, and you told her about the morning sickness, and the other things that gave you a gut feeling there was something different. It was so early, but you’d missed your period as well and that was unusual. JJ laughed, “I think you are too. I wish you could take a test right now, I want to know!” She seemed excited. 

The truth was that you were excited too, but you were so afraid that you wouldn’t be ready to have a child. However, Spencer would be amazing and you found immense comfort in that. But for the rest of the day you avoided him, fearing that he’d profile you and figure it out before you had the chance to take a test, be sure, and tell him yourself.

You went back home that night after stopping at the convenience store to buy the test. Straight to the bathroom you went, then took it and waited for the result. 

Here it was. The moment of truth. 

You turned the test over to look at it. Two lines. 

You were pregnant with Spencer’s child.

You were about to call Spencer and ask him to come over when there was a knock on your door. You hid the tests in your drawer. “Who is it?” you called out, hoping they’d just go away. 

“It’s me, baby,” Spencer let himself in. He walked to the bathroom from the living room, opening his arms for a hug. It’d been a long day.

You cuddled into him. “I have something to tell you.”

He pulled away suddenly. “Are you going to break up with me? Because you were avoiding me all day and then you went into JJ’s office with JJ and Prentiss and Garcia and you all had some weird girl meeting or something and–”

“Spence.” You cut him off. 

“What?” he breathed, looking down at you with wide eyes. You didn’t say anything, but opened the drawer and took three positive tests out.

He smiled immediately when he saw them, picking you up and spinning around. “Oh my god! So this is why you acted so weird! You’re pregnant?” 

“We’re pregnant!” you exclaimed, practically squealing with excitement.

Spencer felt light and happy. He leaned down to kiss your stomach. “Hi, baby.” 

Then, he came back up to kiss you. “You’re going to be an amazing mom.”

You smiled brightly. It was one of those things that you didn’t know you needed to hear until you heard it. He sounded so sure of it. He seemed like he really meant it, and if he thought you could do it, then so did you. Him, your team, and your baby were all you’d ever need.


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Request: Can I request a jay park smut where he’s the submissive for the night and the lead girl over stimulates him and he’s begging and a mess please?

Genre: SMUT!!!!

Word Count: 2732

Contains: smut, sub! jay, dom! MC

Comments: forgive me father for i have sinned // i kinda took this idea and ran with it // it’s kinda bad but i hope you like it omf

Originally posted by hpfanaticinfinity


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The Three Mistakes Of Wen Junhui (Minghao/The8 and Jun x Male Reader Threesome)

The Three Mistakes Of Wen Junhui (And One Really Great Decision)

Author: Finn

Word Count: 6.4k

Summary: Jun has no idea how he’s gotten himself into this mess (but he really, really likes it).

(A/N: This is officially the longest and filthiest thing I have ever written. I’d be ashamed of how shameless it is but I spent a really long time on it… I’m sorry for deviating so much from the original prompt but I had a lot of fun writing it, so… I hope you all enjoy it! ~Finn)

(Warnings: Daddy/Master kink, slut-shaming, blowjobs, spitroasting, Extreme Gay™, overstimulation, double penetration, Minghao is a little shit, awkwardness towards the end)

(Admin Note: my beautiful son has done it again. I cannot even begin to express how blown away I am by this and by all of his work - he’s gonna one-up me on my own blog if I’m not careful. (I’m gonna need to post some life ending smut soon to top this. cause this is pretty damn life ending). just. Finn. wow. gonna steal my Golden Dick award. damn. a Momma has never been more proud. -Tanisha<3)

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Baby Girl

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Summary: Reader avoids a night of trouble thanks to Sam…

Pairing: student!Sam x reader

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: implied drugging, smut, language

A/N: This was just a general request for some frat boy Sam and I ran with it…


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I Slapped Your Ass in Greeting

John Laurens x Reader, ft. Alexander Hamilton

Modern AU

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1984

Warnings: Mild swearing, social anxiety, butt slapping mentions of alcohol, and violence

Request: (Anon) :I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting AU please!

A/N: At first I didn’t think I’d be able to do this one, but I totally fell in love with it and it all game together. I love this one so much. As for the anon, that brought up our faults in our schedules, I’m really sorry. We are really going to try and stick to the schedule this week, unlike last week which was awful. Enjoy!


“Excuse me, excuse me.” you whispered as you tried to navigate the crowd. Your friends had abandoned you and you were left in a terrifying crowd of punks. You were sure that they were all nice once you got to know them, but they were intimidating from the outside, and you could barely speak because you were choked up with fear.

You shifted with the long line to the concert. You popped in your earbuds and tried to calm down and listen to some music. You texted your friends, begging for them to come back or at least take you home.

They were your ride, and as of now, you would have to find a way home. You frowned when you glanced down at your battery. It was already below 50%. You envisioned yourself in the worst possible scenario, getting thrown into the mosh pit, suffocating from beer, smoke, body heat, and of course social anxiety.

At the thought of this, you turned up the music a little louder, trying to drown out your thoughts. It was getting dark and the concert was about to begin. You had no idea what you were going to do. You considered hiding and crying in a restroom for majority of the concert and hope your phone had enough battery to call someone to pick you up.

“Hey, sexy!” you felt a swift slap across your butt.

Your face instantly turned red. Every part of your body turned red hot. Anxiety coursing through your veins.  Your heart pounded in your chest. Your stomach dropped.

“Ohmygod!” you turned around to see a man, completely red staring at his hand and back at you. “Ohmygod. I am so sorry. I thought you were-I-I.”

You stared at disbelief at the man. He was short and had curly dark hair, that poofed under his red baseball cap. The cap was torn and frayed on the edges with a bit of sweat around the bill. His freckles were like stars compared to his red tomato face.

“I am so so so so sorry! I thought you were my friend and I-”

“Your girlfriend?” you blurted out.

“What? No. My boy-I mean my best friend. Alex. Alexander Hamilton? He’s about yeah high,” he waved the air just below his neck, “full of angst, anger, long dark hair but smooth. Kinda like mine but straight.”

You laughed.

“What? Excuse me?”

You blushed. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to…” you looked down and tried to avoid his eyes.

“What’s so funny?” he asked in a joking tone.

“Nothing, it’s just… you started out saying boyfriend, then you said he was straight and you said you have curly hair-which I mean you do, it’s beautiful-but then it was like the implied joke that you know you aren’t straight and ohmygod I’ll shut up. I’m sorry.” you were rambling and your words jumbled into one, long, run on sentence.

You expected him to yell or defend himself.

He replied with a grin and laughed. He extended his hand. “I’m John. John Laurens. You can call me, J, J La, Laurens, Johnny, Jonathan, frankly you can call me whatever you like.” he chuckled. You took his hand and shook it tentatively.

“I think I’ll just stick with John…J La.” you laughed.

He smirked. “So forgive me, let’s forget about my friend for one moment. But, you seem like a fish out of water here.”

You laughed and nodded. You and John walking to keep up with the moving line. “Yeah, I came with some friends but they ditched me. Also, they were my ride. So, I’m kind of just stuck here. This night has been pretty awful so far.”

“Well, that’s nothing a few beers, dancing, and good music can’t fix.” he smiled.

“Shouldn’t you find your friend, Alex, or something?”

“Nah, he’s fine. Probably lecturing some poor old punk about classic rock and such. He actually kind of likes heavy metal, but I dragged him here with me.” John pointed to his shirt, pointing at the Aerosmith logo. “I love classic rock. But yeah, he’s probably fine. You wouldn’t mind sticking with me would you? I just..I just don’t want you to get lost or overwhelmed because your friends were such assholes-oh,” John blushed, “sorry, that wasn’t my place.”

You shake your head. “You weren’t wrong.” you sighed. “But, I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer, considering that I well have no one else except me, myself and I.”

John smirked back at you. “You wouldn’t mind if I held your hand then?” he blushed. “Ya, know…so that we don’t get separated or anything…”

“No, not at all.” you threw your hand into his. A warm feeling washed over your body. It wasn’t anxiety anymore. You couldn’t explain it.

You and John continued to talk, he talked a lot of about Alex, and then asked about you. You let him pull you a few rows behind the mosh pit. You started to scream at each other, because the band was doing soundchecks and the crowd was chanting and cheering.

“So, you work at a pizzeria?” you asked.

“Yeah, I actually own it. Just on a college campus not far from here. Originally, I was just an apprentice at the old place, but the old man moved and gave it to me. She’s my little baby. Kind of like Alex.” he laughed. “I swear we aren’t a thing. He’s just my odd wing-man/best friend.”

“Suuuure.” you laughed.

“New York City!!!” one of the frontman singers screamed into the microphone. His hair was long overgrown and thinning fast with old age. He must have been touring for at least half a decade now and was closer to a hundred. The man who was a classic rock legend of his era, was almost a century. But he still had the sound pipes of an angsty thirty year old.

You and John quickly got pushed into the mosh pit.

“John!” you screamed as you lost his hand in yours.

You found yourself in the middle of screaming, sweating, violent, and drunk psycho fans. One elbowed you in the face telling you to ‘shove it’ along with many non-family friendly words. You winced at the throbbing in your nose. You were slowly pushed into the depths of the pit, around everyone’s stomping feet. Someone stepped on your hand.

“John!” you screamed.

You heard a distant shout at the bottom of the feet. Every time you tried to stand up, you got pushed under like trying to resurface the ocean with a wave crashing over your head. Except, instead of white rimmed waves, cigarette ashes and beer fell over your head.

The next moment was filmed with absolute sailor profanity. A fight broke out around you. More so than before. And in the middle of it was a short, freckled-faced, curly haired man. You watched, with tears running down your face, blood running from your nose, as John took a broad looking guy, covered in tattoos.

John hit him with an uppercut punch, and finalized it with a punch to the gut. Anyone who stepped in his pathway ended up with a broken nose and intense bruises. You watched the anguish on his face, sweat dripping down his temples, cap being pushed around. When everything was too loud and panicking to bear, your vision went black.

Strong arms hooked themselves beneath your arms, secured you and pulled you back. The arms dropped from yours, to under your back and legs.

When you could see again, the lights and blaring of the concert was a haze.

“You’re okay!” John cried.

Another man, equally short squatted over you. His hair was dark and slicked into a messy bun, with a scrappy beard.

“Here, take this.” the nameless man said, placing a cold ice pack to your face. John ran to grab a paper towel and helped stop the nosebleed.

“John.” you cried softly, shaking your head. Your tears turned to laughter. “You are dead. You are going to get your ass kicked. You messed with some pretty scary dudes.” you laughed.

The nameless man grinned and slugged John in the arm. He said, “I’m Alex, by the way.”

You and John burst out laughing. You reached for his hand, struggling to calm the tremors in your body. He reached back for yours and met your eyes with a soft smile. He had a few scratches and bruises on his face. A single tear fell. He wrapped an arm around you and held you tight.

“I’m so glad that you are okay.” he cried. He shook his head and sniffed.

“Awww, you’re like a little baby, with snot running down your face.” Alex laughed at John.

John laughed and tried to ignore him. “You know, if you aren’t too traumatized, we could go back to the concert-” he paused when he saw the look of discomfort in your eyes, “-or I was thinking more sensibly, we could go eat an old diner or grab a drink and dance there with no possible chance of a Lion King stampede.” he joked, in a light manner.

Alex shook his head at him. “Too soon man.”

“It’s fine.” you laughed.

“No! I’m taking about Mufasa! It’ll never be okay! He tried to save his son, and he died!” Alex sobbed.

You cocked your head at John, a sly smile on your face. “Is he okay? Is he joking?”

John shrugged. “No one knows.”

John stood up and helped you up. He pulled you into him, an arm around you, the other hand in yours. “Shall we go get a drink then?” he smiled.

“Yeah! Five tequila shots, on John!” Alex snatched the car keys from John’s pocket and started running towards the parking lot.

“I was thinking more like just the two of us.” John laughed.

Alex stopped and looked at John, awful concerned. “Don’t you think that’s quite rude?” he gestured to you.

“I meant (Y/N) and I.” John frowned.

“Well, you need a third wheel for stability right? Buy me five shots and I’ll hang out by the jukebox. You guys won’t even notice me.”

John laughed and looked to you. You shrugged. “I call shotgun!” John shouted. He let go of you and make a quick jump forward.

“No!” Alex screamed. “I don’t want to drive!” Alex booked it to the parking lot.

“Why’d you do that?” you asked. John hadn’t took off running.

“So that I could do this.”

John yanked you forward and kissed you. He had a sharp intense grip on you and kissed you fiercely. Until he softened and melted into the kiss. His grasp softened to nothing and his hand slipped to your hair. To your chin. He brushed his hands down slowly and gently. John’s lips hurt a little bit against yours because of the bruises, but you kissed him back.

“Guys!” Alex came running back, out of breath. “What is taking you so long-oh, GROUP HUG!”

Before you and John could break apart, Alex threw his arms around the both of you.

“Why does he do this?” you laughed, uncomfortably, pressed up against John.

“To ruin the moment.” John laughed. “But, that’s nothing a swift punch can’t fix.” John broke from you, just a moment, to clock Alex in the shoulder, enough to stagger him but not to hurt him. John grabbed you and again and kissed you.

“I like this.” you said in between a kiss.

“I like this too.” John smiled. “I like you more.”

Time slipped by in John’s arms. Your head throbbed with an enormous headache, but it turned to a dull ache when you kissed John. You both ignored Alex’s protests as you kissed more intensely than before. The kiss was filled you with everything and simultaneously nothing.

Because, nothing seemed to matter in John’s arms.

awkward-silence-turtle  asked:

Do you think you could write a soulmate au for lafayette/hamilton/laurens/hercules/reader? Something with a happy ending and lots of fluff. Smut is up to you (sorry for so many characters!) Or a bodyguard!Reader/ward!Philip, like, she needs to protect him since he's the secretary of the treasury's kid? Ok, one last idea. SugarDaddy!Hercules/Reader. She's a broke college student and he loves to have someone to take care of. He makes her the most beautiful dresses and spoils her rotten? :-D

I hope this is alright uwu

A soulmate au with the reader and poly!hamilsquad (Al, Herc, John, Laf)

The soul mark is a star, and most people get the whole star instantly as they meet their soulmate, but for some reason, when (Name) meets her soulmate, only one spoke fills in…and it’s the same for him, too.

Enjoy!


Five-Spoked Star (Laf/Herc/Reader/John/Alex)


Your mother says her star mark, the half star that she had had all her life, suddenly formed another half the second she met your father, and the same went for him. Your best friend, Thomas, swears that his star tingled and he could genuinely feel it forming on his skin the instant he met James. Your other best friend, Aaron, admits that his heart was pounding when he met Theodosia. Eliza promises that she got a fluttering feeling in her stomach the moment she laid eyes on Maria. 

If that was the case, why hadn’t your damn star completed fully when you met Alexander Hamilton?

As soon as he walked into the near-enough empty common room, pen in his mouth and piles of books and notebooks encased in his arms, as soon as his gaze locked with yours, as soon as he froze up, hastily placed his writing supplies on an overstuffed armchair and crossed the room to you in mere seconds, work-roughened hands reaching up to cup your face, you felt it. The tingling on your wrist as the black markings pushed their way to the surface, the fluttering feeling in your ribcage, the all-too-loud pounding of your heart. He was familiar, despite you never seeing him before in your life.

In that moment, he kissed you, and although he was a literal stranger, although you had never even laid eyes on him, let alone spoken to him, you let him, kissing back happily because here he is, the guy you’ve been waiting for your whole life! The guy who was made for you! 

When he pulled back, intelligent, beautiful eyes shining as he drank in the sight of you like a man dying of thirst, you couldn’t help but smile back. 

That is, until you noticed the jet-black star on his wrist was not a star. It was…two triangles. Two kites?

You pulled back fully, frowning, and slowly lowered your gaze to your own wrist. The same for you.

As you looked up unsurely, eyes locking with his, you said your first words to your soulmate.

“Why aren’t our stars stars?”

And he had looked down, examining his star with a furrowed brow and his mouth set in a straight line.

“I…don’t know.” He had said. His voice was higher than you thought.

“Are we broken?” You had whispered, voice coming out cracked because how could we be broken already, we’ve only just found each other and he had swiped his thumb over your cheek, catching the tears already beginning to fall as he let out soft sounds of no, no shh, we’re okay, we’re fine, I love you.

And you had sobbed and clung to him like a lifeboat, like he was your lifeboat, because you’d only just met him, only said two sentences to him and for Christ’s sake you didn’t even know his name but you loved him, he was yours, you were his. You were literally made for each other.

In the months that followed, you moved out of your college dorm - who am I kidding, you hadn’t even set foot in it yet, you met him on your very first day - and into his little, college-funded house in town. It was small, but you were deliriously in love and you didn’t even care what your living conditions were as long as you were together.

The second you moved in together, Alexander began research. Of why your stars only had two points, one for you and one for him.

Google had no answers.

Bing even less.

He Skyped with professors and soulmate scientists, vying for an answer.

It all came up blank.

Until one day, a year after you met.

You had just gone to sleep, curling up in Alexander’s hoodie like it was your comfort blanket.

A blinding light awoke you, and you winced into the lightness as you felt Alexander frantically climb into bed with you, pulling you close and peppering your face with kisses.

“Urg…Alex…its two a.m.” You protested sleepily. “We needta…go to sleep…got classes…”

“I’ve cracked it.” He said urgently, lips trailing down your neck.

“Mmm…what’ve you cracked now, baby…?”

“Our stars.”

That woke you up.

“Wha…”

“We’re not broken, (Name)!” His eyes were alight with excitement. “I was reading this article online, and it was about this woman who only had two thirds of a star when she met her soulmate. Her soulmate also only had two thirds.”

“And?” You were fully awake by that point, eyes glittering as he explained the solution.

“She didn’t know why, until she met this other guy at her new job and the rest of her star formed.

You blinked, morning mind fogging over what this meant, until it clicked and your eyes opened wide. “You mean-”

“Two. She had two soulmates, honey.” He held his wrist next to yours and tenderly stroked your mark. “We’ve only got two fifths of a star each, so that means we’ve got three more soulmates to go. Three! That means there’s five of us!”

“Yes, I can do basic maths, baby.” You said wearily. “Five of us? What if your three remaining soulmates are different to mine?  It can happen that someone can have an unrequited soulmate.“ Poor Angelica. Why couldn’t she have been one of your five soulmates, Alex…?

"I…” He paused, pursing his lips. “I don’t know.”

“Well…” You grinned at him. “It’s like before I met you, all over again. Searching for soulmates.”

He laughed. “Sure is.”


You spent literal weeks looking for your remaining soulmates, to no avail. 

Each day you came up empty handed, you grew a little more depressed.

One weekend, your best friend Aaron literally dragged you out of bed, grumbling under his breath.

“Enough with this trying to find your soulmates already. I’m going to take you to have coffee, and we can have a heart to heart.”

He took you to the local cafe, buying you a (favourite drink) and sitting you down. You sighed.

“Alright, alright. What therapeutic methods are you going to try on me now?” You asked with a smirk.

Aaron opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by a loud yell.

“If it ain’t the prodigy!” Called a man’s voice, and three handsome men popped up behind Aaron. As soon as they did-

Oh. There it was, the heart pounding, the fluttering, the tingling. Only much, much stronger. You glanced down at your mark, and grinned as you saw the remainder of the black ink pushing its way to the surface. Your star was complete.

You looked up at the three men who were jesting around with a very irritated Aaron, and frowned. You needed to get their attention.

“Excuse me.” You called. The buff one with short, bandana’d hair glanced at you and held his gaze as he realised who you were. “What do you three, my soulmates, think you’re doing with my best friend?" 

That caught their attention. The other two fixed their eyes on you and gazed, transfixed.

"Oh shit,” said the freckled one, grinning. “We’ve found one, guys.” He walked towards you, grabbing your hand and raising it to his lips.  "John Laurens, at your service.“

The buff one, the one who noticed you first, walked to John’s side and placed a strong-yet-gentle hand on your shoulder.  "Hercules Mulligan.” He said lowly.

“Don’t be scared of him. He’s a teddy bear.” John smiled up at Hercules, leaning slightly into him.

Et je m'appelle Lafayette.” The last one, with a crazy puff of hair in a bun, came to John’s other side and reached for your free hand.

Aaron looked between the four of you, a slow, steady smile crossing his face. “Should'a seen it coming.”

“Oh!” You gasped, causing your three soulmates to jump. “I have to introduce you to Alexander! He’s…the last puzzle piece.”

“Lead the way.”


Alex was, predictably, clacking away on his laptop when you got back. As you stepped in the front door and saw him, back turned, you could see Lafayette, John and Hercules visibly freeze up. You grinned.

“Alex…” You said, voice sweet as sugar.

“Hmmm?” He let out a vague noise of acknowledgement.

“I have some people you need to meet.”

“Ah, um. Honey, can it wait? I’ve really got to do this paper…”

“Baby, you’ve got two weeks to finish that paper and you’re halfway through already. Take a break." When this gets no response, you sigh. "I found them, Alex. They’re right here.”

“Who are?" 

"Our other soulmates.”

Alexander jolts as though your words have pierced him, and spins around in his wheelie chair faster than you can say seven-eight-nine. He gets up as though in a trance, and before you know it you are crushed in a huge, five-way hug.

“Our stars are finished,” He mumbles thickly. “We’re not broken.”

“We’re not.” You agree, sniffling.

The hug is drawn back, and you stand, grinning, between them as they all introduce themselves.

You feel happier than you ever have in your life.


Kinda feel like doing a sequel to this.

I’ll tell you what, if this gets enough reblogs, captioned with something along the lines of ‘Please do a sequel’, I will.

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you sat your phone on the coffee table and sat up in your sofa, looking out of the window at the small drops of water that fell from the gray and cloudy sky. the day was a drag, you didn’t really like rainy weather. you loved when the sun was out and the weather was at a comfortable degree. those were the days that you spent smiling and actually feeling like yourself.

for the whole day, you were lonely. you were lonely because yugyeom was busy with work and couldn’t talk to you. none of your friends were available to come over or even talk to you because of school or work. you were bored out of your mind.

literally, there was nothing on tv..what the hell could you watch on a sunday?

you tried to do a whole bunch of different things to resolve the problem, but nothing worked. you tried doing your hair, reading a book, taking a nap, playing a game on your phone, etcetera.

you felt like a vegetable.

“y/n?” yugyeom’s voice invaded your thoughts. you didn’t even notice his arrival. “hey baby.” he sat down beside you and pecked your lips. he put the tray of cups down and reached in the bag that he brought with him, pulling out a lunch platter. seeing that it was your favorite meal made your eyes light up..but you barely smiled.

you watched him as he grabbed the remote and got onto netflix. from the direction that he was going, you could tell that he was trying to find a cartoon/childhood movie.

“hmm you see anything?” he turned to you.

“can we watch toy story?” you slightly smiled, remembering when it first came out and how it influenced you to watch your toys to see if they’d move. it was your favorite movie.

“you’re so cute.” he chuckled and rubbed your thigh causing you to actually smile. yugyeom saw this which made him smile too. “aye y/n is smiling!” he poked your cheek.

“yeah yeah..” you lightly giggled.

he turned to the movie and grabbed the table, pulling it closer so that the food would be in reach. “hear you go my beloved chris brownie.” he jokingly said as he handed you a pair of chopsticks.

“okay yugyeom we’re gonna have to fight for that one.” you laughed.

“what? what’s wrong with that nickname?” he asked.

“everything.” you said which only earned you a pout from him. you grabbed his chin and turned his face to yours. you softly kissed his lips and you longed it. before he could bite your lip and enter your mouth with his tongue, you backed up.

“did you make me come over here just so you could bully me?” he pretended to wipe away tears.

“of course not..” you put all of your focus back on the food and began eating.

yugyeom on the other hand, decided to just stare at you. he adored the way you ate with chopsticks. since you were foreign, it just looked impressive. but since you were his girlfriend, it looked cute and impressive.

“baby why aren’t you eating?” you asked, getting a little worried.

“oh.. me?”

“no..i was talking to paul over there- duh yugyeom you!” you laughed and shook your head in disbelief. he could be a little slow at times.

“you’re not sad anymore right?” he changed the subject.

you looked out the window behind you and noticed that it was still pouring. “i’m not sad thanks to you but now i feel kind of…gloomy.”

like the weather?” he was assuming since he saw you look out of the window.

like the weather.” you nodded.

*

you and yugyeom finished up the food and lied back on the couch…but of course, that didn’t last.

he tugged on the sleeve of your sweater. “come here”

you two were cuddling, watching the second toy story movie and halfway asleep. he was basically the big spoon. he had his arm over you and he lied his head on the top of yours. you on the other hand, were the little spoon. you were surrounded by his warmth which put you on the verge of dozing off. a couple of minutes later, you did.

“baby?” yugyeom spoke lowly. when you didn’t respond and started to lightly snore, a small smile appeared on his face. you were adorable.

he got up and turned off the tv, while picking you up bridal style in the process. he carried you to your bed, tucked you in and pecked your lips. he started for the door but ending up stopping in his tracks once you called out to him.

“can you stay with me?”

of course with him being hella soft for you, he decided to stay. “okay y/n.” he reached in one of your drawers where he kept some of his stuff and pulled out a pair of shorts to change in for comfort. after he changed, he climbed in behind you and pulled you closer to him. you both quickly fell asleep, with the help of the rain.

jealous .

this was supposed to fufill a request but i kind of changed it so much that it hardly fills it anymore, so. sorry bout that. 

It’s around nine and the boys had just gone to bed. You’re tired and descending the stairs in socked feet, yawning into your fist and turning off the hall light as you pass it. Today’s been long– the twins had a little league game that Shawn coached and you took the baby to a new daycare you’d been thinking about switching to. It was nice, but when you sent some pictures to Shawn of the interior, he got the vibe that it was a bit dingy. He tends to not think anything is clean enough, good enough for his baby girl.

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anonymous asked:

hey! i was just thinking, that i've been listening to the songs harry requested on radio 1 and they've been stuck in my head for so long omg. and like, i'm not connecting the songs he requested to larry, but with each song a little scenario ab them plays in my head! was wondering if you could write little snippets based on a couple of the songs? sweetest devotion by adele and issues by julia michaels!

I got really carried away with this; I combined both of these songs and very subtly put a few of the lyrics into a mess of 3k. I hope this works for you xx



Louis watches the build up and break over a period of months. Years, even. Harry’s tired. They both are, but Harry’s exceptionally so. He’s been working nonstop on his album, his photography, himself, and now that he’s back in the limelight all day, everyday, it’s taking a serious toll. Louis doesn’t say anything or imply that Harry needs to slow down, but he wants to, just isn’t quite sure how. Harry’s been a little moodier, a little more on edge, and the whole time Louis is trying to figure out a way to approach the subject lightly, it seems that Harry has already given it just as much thought as Louis has, if not more.

“I think I wanna take some time off,” he says one night just before bed. He’s in the middle of changing his pants, tripping into them like he always does. “Like, hide, maybe?” The way he says it makes it sound like he’s asking for permission from Louis, just to make sure they’re currently at the same level.

Louis raises a brow from his position in bed and looks up, relieved, worried. “Yeah? Like go on an extended holiday?”

“Mmm, something like that.”

“Care to elaborate?”

Harry crawls into bed beside him, shirtless and shoulders pink from his sunburn. The weather was mild and about 10 degrees today - typical for January - but they spent the majority of the day outside, anyway, Harry lounging in the backyard, ignoring Louis’ request to venture out. Paps, he said simply, going back to shielding his eyes from the LA sun.

“I rented out a place in Maine,” he says, reaching for his reading glasses on the bedside table. He doesn’t really need them, but no matter how much Louis teases him about it, he continues to wear them, squinting without them. Dramatic. “I’m not even really sure where it is, but I know it’s right on a lake, it’s in the woods, it’s secluded, it’s…” He sighs. “Not here.”

Louis’ stomach tightens. “You trying to get away from me, Styles?”

“No, God no.” Harry shakes his head, curls finally grown back in and bouncing. “I’m trying to take a break from everything, but that doesn’t include you. You can come with me, if you want. But don’t feel obligated to. I know how much you love it here. And that you like writing here best.”

I love it here because you’re here. “I’m comin’ with,” he replies eventually.

“You want to?”

“Yes. You’re a bit strange for wanting to fuck off to the middle of nowhere but. I’m used to your weirdness by this point. No judgement here. I’ll come with.”

Harry smirks, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose like Louis always does. Copy cat. “Good.”

“So, when’re we leaving?”

“Thursday morning.”

“Christ, you’re an impulsive lad, aren’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Makes life interesting.”

Harry nods, reaching for the remote for the telly, then setting it back down. “I’m very happy. I really am. I just need a change, yeah?”

“It’s okay to, like, want to step back,” Louis says softly. “You don’t have to be grateful and positive every second of the day. Wanting to escape is probably the most normal thing I can think of.”

He’s quiet for a moment, probably thinking. He purses his lips when he looks at Louis. “Thank you.”

“Absolutely.”

“And you’re gonna escape with me? Until you’re tired of me?”

Louis smiles, turning off his bedside light. “Absolutely.”

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Thinking Out Loud.

word count: 1215

author: seasideshawn

a/n: y/s/n - your son’s name

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“Mummy, where’s daddy?” Y/S/N questions, peering up at me with his tired brown eyes, an exact copy of his father ones. He rubs his eyelids with the back of his small hands, his favorite stuffed lion tucked tightly beneath his right elbow.

I sigh, offering him a small smile before kneeling down to math his tiny frame, “Daddy’s making music, as usual honey. He’ll be here when you wake up, I promise. Now go back to bed.”

His bottom lip trembles with worry as tears filled his eyes, “It’s late, mummy, are you sure he’s alright?”

I nod, lifting him up with ease and setting him on one of my arms, slowly walking over to his open bedroom door, “Baby boy, I’m sure. I’ll make sure he gives you your goodnight kiss when he gets back okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbles as I set him on the mattress, tucking him in between his Spider-Man bedsheets and kissing his forehead.

“Good night,” I whisper, pushing down on the light switch so that the room fell into darkness. I exited his room quietly, stepping down the staircase and into the living room. I threw myself down on the couch, allowing a breath of air to escape my lips as I fumbled with the remote control buttons.

Shawn had promised he’s be back hours ago, so he’s be here in time for dinner and Y/S/N’s bath time. He called just seconds before we sat down to eat, telling me he was going to be up late in the studio so he could continue working on his fourth album, coming out in just a few months.

Shawn had been extremely busy for the past years, spending hours of his time in the studio, in and out of interviews, preforming shows one after the other, all while balancing and providing for a family of three. He was incredible, always knowing the right things to do and right things to say. Bit I missed having my husband all to myself, always by my side.

Hours passed until I heard his heavy footsteps arrive at the front door, the sound of his keys making a loud clatter on the counter and a heavy sigh an obvious sign that he was exhausted. Entering the living room, he threw his jacket lazily on the floor, walking towards me with a weak smile.

I wanted to tell him off for being so late, yell at him for skipping dinner to stay back at the studio like he dies every night. But I knew he must’ve been exhausted, so I just smiled back and wrapped my arms around his warm body.

Shawn breathed in my scent, squeezing me tight and right then I knew he felt guilty for staying back.

“Rough day?” I frowned, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

He shrugged, opening his mouth wide as a soft yawn escaped his pink lips. I giggled, amused by his sleepy aura. Tired Shawn was my favorite Shawn.

“I made you dinner, love,” I said, running my fingers through his brown locks, my cold fingertips seeming to sooth him down a bit.

He shook his head slightly, “I ate at the recording studio, Andrew brought some Chinese from across the street. Thank you, though,” he mumbled, stepping away from my grasp and onto the couch, his long legs taking up majority of the small space.

I pressed my lips together and nodded, my eyes beginning to droop as well.

“Okay, well I’m going to get ready for bed. Y/S/N’s still waiting for his goodnight kiss,” I added, laughing. Shawn’s lips tugged upward in a lopsided smile.

“hey,” he whispers, eyes shooting open as he grabbed my wrist. I raised both my eyebrows as a sign for him to continue.

“Let’s dance,” he slurred of sleep, getting up on his two feet and taking me to the middle of our living room.”

Now? Aren’t you tired?” I asked, wobbling along with him.

“Never too tired to dance with my wide,” he mumbled, kissing my forehead before digging around in his back pocket to take hold of his phone. His thumbs fiddled with the screen, clicking on the familiar green and black album so the first chords of “Thinking Out Loud” blared softly against the off white walls of our home.

“May I have this dance?” he grinned, biting at his lower lips. A light red covered my cheeks as I giggled, taking his hand.

When your legs don’t work like they used to before
And I can’t sweep you off of your feet.

He snaked his arms around my waist so that they were firmly set against my hips, mine doing the same except they were locked around his neck. He pulled me closer to his chest, our torsos colliding gently.

And, darling, I will be loving you ‘til we’re 70
And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23

“Funny how after all these years you can still make me blush as hard as I did when I was fourteen,” I mumbled, swaying side to side to match the beat of the music. Shawn’s eyes crinkled up in yet another smile, showing off his perfectly straight white teeth. We must’ve looked insane, dancing like teenagers in the middle of our living room to Ed Sheeran at one in the morning. He didn’t seem to care, and neither did I.

So, honey, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

“I’m sorry for being so late,” he apologized, looking down. I shook my head quickly, using my fingers to tilt his head back up.

“Baby, don’t be. I understand, it’s your job,” I uttered, the tips of my fingers leaving patterns on the back of his neck.

He shakes his head in response, swiping his tongue along his reddening lips, a habit he’s deem to develop over time. Shawn separated our bodies, only to move his arm around me so that I spun around on my toes.

“If I could quit this all, I would. If I could just quit this all and fly us out to some some place far away, I would. We could be happy there,” he whispered.

“Oh, we don’t have to fly our anywhere to be happy Shawn, don’t be silly,” I scoffed, shutting my eyes and resting my head on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat through the tiny material of his dhirt, a stedt beat echoing in my eardrums.

Place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud

“I just feel like you aren’t happy anymore, darling,” he quavered, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

“We could be living on the streets of some foreign country or in the Queen’s palace, Shawn, and I’d still be happy. You want to know why? Because I would be with you. As long as I’m with you, I’ll always be happy.”

He let out a breathy laugh, “My God loving you never gets old.”

And that’s exactly how we stayed, locked in each other’s arms for minutes, hours, I’m not sure. All I know is that we were in our own little palace, our own happy palace, far, far way.

And we found love right where we are.