And here it is!! Daddy Shawn present you: Surprise!! I really hope you like it.
Requests are open!! Let me know what you think about it!
“Shawn,baby,did you take everything you need?” You said running down the stairs,with your little girl in you our arms.
“I think I did,at least the essential,if I forget something,I can buy at Target.” He says putting his last guitar case on the car.
“Luke,let’s go take dad to the airport?” You call your son,handing Sara to Shawn,who place her at the baby car seat.
“I don’t want dad traveling again!”
“C'mon buddy,we already talked about this,daddy needs to work.” Shawn explain one more time,taking Luke on his arms and place on the other car seat.“Want me to drive until there?”
“Please!“you hand him the keys and get in the car. "Any music suggestion?” You ask looking at the kids,already guessing what they wanted.
“Moana,mommy,Sara like it."Luke answers smiling at his sister,and you look at Shawn,who has your favorite smile on his face. You know that he thinks the same you do right now,that you both did it right.
"Moana it is!” Shawn says connecting his phone on the car and playing Moana’s song.
The travel to the airport was as usual as possible. You and Shawn knew that Luke already knew what was going on,while Sara,that turned one few weeks ago,still didn’t knew what as that all about,so your husband tries to make conversation going with your son. Moments later,Shawn park the car at the airport. Shawn looks at you and smile.
“Want to go with dad until the check in?"Shawn ask Luke,turning to look at him.
"I have school daddy!"Look try to explain."I can’t be late!”
“I think you can skip school today,right darling?” He look at me,smiling,and I pretend to think a little while.
“Well,I think one day with no school is okay right?” You saw Luke smiling at you answer and getting out of the car and trying to help his father take his luggage.
Inside the airport,the kids were almost saying goodbye to their dad,when a kid comes running in to the wearing a Mickey hat.
“Look at that boy’s hat Luke!” You point to the kid and Luke follow the kid with his eyes.
“I like that,can we go to Disney one day? I want one of those.”
“I think we can,what do you thing love?” You ask Shawn.
“I think that it would be amazing. Let me see my agenda,so we can plan one trip to Disney.” He says,taking his phone from his pocket as open the calendar.“That’s funny!”
“What daddy?"Luke ask,trying to see what Shawn is looking at.
"It is saying here that today I have 4 ticked to Orlando,to go to Disneyworld.”
“TODAY??"Luke scream looking at you both.
"Yeah,today! I think I made a mistake darling,I’m not going to London,we’re going to Disney.”
“Well,thanks God I packed all our clothes. So we don’t need to go back home and do that."You smile at look,who jaws are almost at the floor.
"We are going to Disney today?”
“We are Luke!” Your son only scream of happiness and run around you and Shawn. Sara,who is at your arms,almost sleeping on your shoulders wake up confused.
“We’re going to Disney Sara!!"Luke scream looking at his sister."We’re going to need Moana!!” Sara probably don’t understand a shit about it,but scream of happiness and dance with Luke,making you and Shawn laugh and appreciate the family you both create.
Request:Hi!!! You’re amazing at writing, it’s so good!! I was wondering if I could make a Justlex request where Alex is playing the guitar, and Justin is just obsessed and obviously smitten? They’re so cute together! Thank you!!!
A/N:I’m so sorry this took me forever. I hope you like! :)
Justlex With Guitar!Alex and Smitten!Justin…
Okay so Alex puts a lot of pressure on himself to be good at guitar
Even after he quits jazz band he wants to be amazing at it
He watches tutorials on all the tricks
And he buys heaps of song books to try and learn the classic stuff
His usual practice room becomes his bedroom
Of course the neighbours can hear him, but he tries not to think about
He’s too shy to have someone hear him without other instruments backing
It’s one afternoon after school when he’s practicing that Justin catches
The boy had climbed up to his window, and he hadn’t noticed until he
turned and around when Justin applauded
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I came to see you”
“I have a front door”
“You’re good you know”
Justin climbed in the window and pleaded for Alex to keep playing
Alex was blushed completely red, and he continued to refuse Justin’s
Eventually though Alex gave in, and with shaky fingers he began to play
Justin sat down on the bed beside him, and he smiled like an idiot as he
listened to Alex play
He wouldn’t let Alex stop playing until his fingers physically couldn’t
handle it anymore
After that Justin always made Alex play for him
If he couldn’t be there when Alex played they were usually on the phone
to each other
Once Alex got more comfortable he’d usually hum or softly sing a song
for him too, which Justin just loved
Those little songs turned into love songs, and after Justin finally
figured that out he made sure to kiss Alex the next time they met up
Alex wasn’t sure how a simple guitar could change both of their lives so
much- but he was finally happy, so he didn’t dwell on it
They spent so much time cuddled up in Alex’s room together, Alex lazily
dancing his fingers over the guitar strings as they lay there half asleep
It became the most comforting thing in the world to Justin, and he liked
to see Alex with his guard down like that
Soulmate AU in which both soulmates have matching heartbeats.
Michael’s heart was beating faster as he walked down the
halls. And no matter how hard he tried to calm his heart down, he knew it would
be no good. His heart was beating so fast because his soulmate’s heart was
racing. He didn’t quite understand it at first, telling his parents as a young
child that his heart was pounding chest like as if he was running a marathon,
when he had just been sitting on the couch playing Pokémon, and it was then
that his parents explained everything to him.
They told little eight year old Michael that somewhere out
there, someone is connected to him so strongly that they share the same
heartbeat; the person that is connected to his heart is his soulmate. The small
blond was so happy; amazed that somewhere out there was someone who was
destined to be his soulmate. To the small blond, soulmates to him meant a lifelong
best friend that was something that he had wanted ever since he was five, since
him being a bit loud and odd…it was difficult for him to make friends, since it
seemed that all his classmates would actively avoid the hyper little boy.
He remembered trying to go up to everyone, boys and girls,
seeing if they had the same heartbeat, little optimistic Michael tried so hard
to find his soulmate at school, and because of that, he was made fun of and
even more shunned by his peers. They would say to his face that no one would
ever want to be his soulmate that they felt sorry for whoever shared his
heartbeat, something that made small Michael cry when he got home, making him
feel more alone then he normally did. And soon that small happy heart of tiny Michael
hardened just a bit; he no longer really cared about finding his soulmate. His
mind tainted with what they told him, that thinking that it would be so much
better for his soulmate to never find him, because maybe those kids were right…no
one deserves a soulmate like him, whoever his soulmate was…they deserved so
much better than him.
He graduated high school, attending his local music school
to become a sound engineer, but that still didn’t make him sociable. All
throughout high school, he was still pushed away, no one wanting to be friends
with the ‘weird’ kid, calling him an attention seeker whenever he dyed his hair
crazy colors and even more when he started inking his skin with tattoos,
covering most of his body with art as well as piercings. People would at times
tell him everything that was wrong with him, that he decided that those labels
that were thrown at him…did define him.
And they still do, at least he to him it does.
His heart was still racing, and judging by the rhythm is was
a mix of anxiousness and excitement. He remembered that as a kid he memorized
the rhythms of his soulmate, he knew when his soulmate was upset, happy, angry,
scared, and just by the beating of his heartbeat. It strangely comforted
Michael growing up, thinking that somewhere was meant for him; it made him feel
not as alone as he thought he was.
But after having people knock down his self-confidence…he
came up with one conclusion…he didn’t deserve his soulmate. While other people
were trying to find their soulmate, he was doing everything he could to avoid
it, because in his mind…anyone would be better than him. He didn’t want his
soulmate to settle for him, he didn’t want his soulmate to be disappointed in
him, because he was sure that the moment they met him…they would be.
He neared his local coffee shop, and felt a change in his
heart the moment he stepped inside, a sudden stop then sent launching into
speed, his soulmate was nervous with a mix of something else. And he knew
exactly what that feeling was, since he experienced it a few times before,
love. A few years ago, he would have been upset not liking the idea that his
soulmate was loving someone else, but now it relived him, thinking that his
soulmate finally could find someone that he knew
would be a million times better than him.
“Hi how can I help you!” an eager voice said from the
Michael looked at his server, seeing a nice barista at the
counter, but that wasn’t what he noticed. What he did notice was that from the
moment that he entered the small coffee shop, his heartbeat…his soulmate’s
heartbeat increased as well. “Uh…a cup of caramel coffee,” he said with a small
“Coming right up, Michael right?” he responded, hoping it
wasn’t too weird that he knew his name.
“Yea, how did you know that, I can’t be coming here too
often?” amazed that someone actually remembered him.
“No, me and my friend were at your store a few times for the
guitar lessons, you were one of the instructors”, he said shyly.
Michael slightly tilted his head, trying to remember. You
would think that he would, but so far nothing, when he really thought about it,
maybe he was really thinking about something that it really distracted himself
from even paying attention, “oh yea, sorry I didn’t remember, there just so
many of you” he mentioned.
Michael felt his heart become heavy, almost like it was in
pain, “that fine, still so anything else you would like?”
“No that’s it,” he answered as he pulled out his card and
paid for it, “hey but next time you come down for music lessons, make sure you
and your friend say hi.”
As he walked out with his cup of coffee, he couldn’t stop his
heart from racing, it literally felt like it was a hummingbirds wings beating
against his chest form the moment that he stepped inside. He wondered what his
soulmate was doing that was making his own heart act like this, but he knew
that judging by feeling, whoever his soulmate was…they were near or with
someone they loved, and he knew that that was a good thing, because at least
this way, they wouldn’t end up with him. But had Michael paid more attention
and looked towards the side to the barista that was preparing his drink, he
would have noticed that she was clutching her chest, in hopes of slowing down
her own heart.
Michael was getting his ready for the next guitar class,
this time making sure to remember the boy and hopefully not seem so rude like
how he thought himself to be for not remembering. The class was starting soon,
and he needed to make sure that everything was set up. He had just finished
tuning his guitar and forgot something in the back room, quickly getting up not
noticing someone was already for his class, not because he was too busy…but rather
because of his heart beat, since he was thinking about how fast it was beating
because of his soulmate.
There was a sudden snap, and a slight yelp instantly making
Michael worry, bringing him back from the distraction of his soulmate’s
pounding heart. He instantly turned seeing a frame of a girl around his age holding
onto the guitar for dear life, but his eyes also landed on the broken string on
“Oh, I am so sorry, I didn’t…I wasn’t paying attention,” he
apologized, setting his own guitar down looking down on the girl’s hands to
make sure that her hands hadn’t been hurt by the snapped string, having a few
scars on his own from past experiences, and was relieved that there were none.
“No its fine, I guess it’s my fault for being in the way,”
you said trying not to make it seem like a deal, “though I guess it’s a good
thing that I’m in a music store, better go buy a new set of strings before
class starts,” you said nervously, hoping you weren’t making a fool of yourself.
“Here, let’s get you a replacement string,” he said
gesturing you to follow him, the pounding in his heart not dying down one bit, “actually
a whole set on the house.”
“You don’t have to do that,” you softly voiced following him
into what you assumed was the back room.
“No I mean, if I didn’t bump into you, your guitar string
wouldn’t have snapped,” Michael said as he rummaged through a few drawers
searching for the right string for your guitar. His heart never once slowed
down, in fact it seemed that it became faster since he bumped into you, “here,
found the perfect string.” Michael turned seeing you with a flustered look
looking at anywhere but him, almost as if you were worried to look at him for
too long. “Here let me see your guitar,” holding out his hand for your guitar.
You quickly nodded handing your guitar to him, your hands
brushing against his, making your quickly fluster again, hoping that he
wouldn’t notice it, although Michael didn’t really leave things unnoticed. He
quickly set up the string, his own heart still matching the quickened beat of
his soulmate. he looked over to you, seeing you looking away from him, although
he didn’t mind being ignored, there was something about seeing you actively
ignore him that bothered him for some unknown reason.
“Names Michael, and what’s yours?” he said as he made sure
that the string fit perfectly in the guitar before starting to tighten and tune
You were shocked, your heart skipped a beat, you looked up
to the red haired male, seeing his arms covered with tattoos peaking from even
the collar of his shirt, yet despite his rough exterior, there was something
gentle about him, “(Y/N),” you said with as loudly as you could, even though it
wasn’t as confident as you wished it to be.
Michael repeated your name in his head, strangely liking the
way it sounded that he had to say it outload, “(Y/N),” testing it and liking
the sound as it rolled off his tongue.
Michael felt his heart skip a beat again, meeting a pair of
a beautiful shade of (e/c) staring into his. His heart then hammered against
his chest, picking up more speed. Michael’s eyes widened, slowly starting to
make assumptions…but he needed proof. He set down the guitar, and reached for
your neck, making you shut your eyes but not stopping either, as you knew what
he was going to test.
Michael gently placed his hand above your chest, the area
where your neck meets your chest. A long pause as he felt your heartbeat…a
perfect match to his.
You were his soulmate.
“No, no, no, you aren’t supposed to love me,” he said once
he realized the truth and started backing away.
He could feel the pain in his chest…your pain of rejection,
as your face started to show that he didn’t want you, “but you’re my soulmate,”
you said your hand over your heart, the heart that matches his heartbeat, your
eyes starting to glisten.
“No, you were supposed to fall in love with someone else…not
me, all this time you’ve loved me?” he asked.
You nodded, “it was during the first guitar lesson, I had a
hard time with it, and you came to help me. I admit I was scared of how you
looked, but you were so sweet, you made sure that I understood everything
despite everyone being better than me. You would check up on me all the time to
make sure I understood and even come up with alternates. And other times when
you’re not teaching us…when you play guitar, you look so amazing, I could hear
you play for hours and never get bored. And it doesn’t help that you come by
the coffee shop I work at, and I always try to build up the courage to talk to
you, but I never do. You always look so lonely, and I just wondered if we were friends,
maybe you would smile more often, because when you play guitar, you actually
smile, and you look so beautiful when you do.” you admitted.
“But…you, you,” he didn’t know what to say next.
“I’m what…not good enough,” you said feeling your heart slow
a bit, “sorry I’m not punk enough for you.”
“No, if anything I’m not good enough,” he finished.
“Why would you think that?” you asked.
“Just look at me, don’t you find me scary, odd, weird like a
freak,” he asked thinking back to all the names he had been called.
“No, in fact I find your oddness quite charming,” you
This time when Michael’s heart raced, he knew that it wasn’t
because of you; his own heart was picking up speed because of you. And judging
by the growing smile on your face, you knew what effect on Michael you had as
well. Michael looked carefully at you, really thinking back at what he thought
You walked up to Michael, wanting to take his hand but
thought that maybe that would be too much. “look I don’t know what you’ve been
through, I wish I did…but I don’t, but if there is one thing I know about
soulmates is,” this time reaching for his hand, “they’re perfect for each
other, maybe I’m just what you need, someone that won’t judge you on how you
look or your past,” you said stepping
just a bit closer, “but love you for who you are, the scary looking punk rock
with a heart of gold,” you whispered. “That’s what soulmates do, and I’m pretty
sure I can do that for you too.”
Michael was shocked never imagined that anyone would make
him feel as special as you just did. His own heart was hammering against his
chest, as his cheeks gained a pink color. He replayed those words in his head,
loving how accepting and honest they seemed, “would you really do all that?”
still not believing that someone could learn to love him so purely.
“That’s what soulmates are for,” you said reaching for his
hand to place it on your chest, and then pressed your hand on his chest, both
of you feeling the matching heartbeats.
It was hard for Michael to believe that somewhere out there
someone could learn to love him like that, all his life people branding him as
odd, thinking that no one could love a freak, yet here you were, so pure and
kind making him think otherwise.
“can I kiss you?” he whispered, feeling his heartbeat
increase, not knowing if it was because it was matching yours or it was his own
heart that was racing, or a combination of both.
You nodded, thinking it so sweet that he would ask, since it
would be so easy for him to close the space between his lips and yours. Michael
leaned down a bit, his lips tracing your own, almost too afraid to touch your
lips, too afraid to close his eyes, because he feels that when he does…you will
disappear, since he felt that this is too good to be true. You could see his hesitation;
you slightly bit your lip, and took things into your own hands. You brought one
up to his cheek, coaxing him to kiss you, your hands gently cupping his face
and pulling him closer, feeling the soft press of his lips. Once Michael, felt
your lips against his it was hard for him to not kiss you back.
His lips moved against yours, melting against you. He never
thought what kissing his soulmate would feel like, but if he did, nothing could
compare to this. He felt complete, he felt loved, cared for, and most of all
accepted. Michael wrapped his hands around you, pulling you closer to his body,
wanting to keep you close and not let you go. There was something intoxicating
about your lips that he didn’t want to stop kissing you, wanting to always feel
complete like that. His lips moved gently against yours, making your body
tingle with excitement. You knew that you liked Michael, something about him so
interesting that you wanted to be his friend to know more, but you never would
have imagined that he would be your soulmate. your lips wondered across his
face, lightly kissing his cheeks, his nose, neck, anything, wanting him to know
that despite whatever he had been through you would love everything about him,
he was your soulmate making it both yours and Michael’s duty to show the other
the love that no one else would be able to give.
Michael’s breathing deepened as you pressed kisses across
his skin, he kept his jaw tight to keep himself from moaning, but he knew he
would fail soon. Your kisses weren’t sensual or erotic, but rather intimate and
loving. It was almost as if each kiss was to erase the memories of his isolated
past, wanting him to understand that you were here to stay for as long as he
wanted, and he would never give you up. He needed to press his lips against yours;
he took your face in his hands and started to kiss your face as well. Small
kisses on your eyelids, your forehead, down your jaw. Every kiss he left the
skin he kissed hot and warm, your skin begging for more of his affection. You
let out a small mewl, as he brought his lips back to yours.
Finally needing to stop before things got too carried away,
he opened his eyes and you did too. Beautiful pools of green met an enchanting
(eye color). They were so beautiful, half lidded as they were glazed over with
this all-consuming love in them, almost tempting him to kiss you again, but
then he remembered that you and him were in public, in his work office, there
would be so much time to show you how he could love you, but that would have to
“You’re my soulmate,” he said this time not sounding like he
regretted those words.
“I’m your soulmate and your mine as well,” you said with a
Maybe soulmates weren’t all that bad, and was exactly what
SORRY IF THIS WASN’T THAT GOOD, BUT I JUST COULDN’T HELP BUT
WRITE IT, LIKE UGH, I’m A SUCKER FOR SOULMATE AU IF ANYONE HAS ANY GOOD
RECOMMENDATIONS…PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY, I DON’T CARE IF IT ISN’T FOR 5SOS,
JUST LOVE READING SOULMATE AU.
SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE, IT JUST THAT WITH THE HOLIDAY
SEASON, WORK REALLY CHANGES MY NORMAL SCHEDULE AND HAVE TO WORK IN HOURS I
USUALLY FEEL MOST CREATIVE TO WRITE IN.
For the ship thing!! I'm a gay, autistic trans boy named Silas (But a lot of people just call me Si or Sify), and singing and playing the ukulele (tho I hope to get a guitar soon) are some of my favorite hobbies, but I also roleplay a lot online and draw. I'm chubby, 5'8", and am in the middle of growing out a mohawk!! Idk what else to add other than I have really bad anxiety, have a tendency to need to touch people I'm comfy with a lot, and cry almost daily bcs im a big ole baby
Well, Si, I 110% Ship you with Russel because he would protec 24/7, and make sure you never have a sensory overload, he’d buy you a guitar, hell this man would build you a studio, and he would never leave you alone, you’d actually probably get sick of it lmao
Hey! I've got a headcannon prompt. James, Sirius and Peter are in a punk rock band thingy and Remus, Lily and Alice are in a more pop-y alternative band and they get loads of media for disliking each other and being 'the battle of the bands' and then wolfstar happens? 🙈 I spend way to much time thinking about this kinda thing 😂 Thank you 💗
I AM TERRIBLY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG JFC.
LOL You don’t even know how often I catch myself imagining a Marauders boy band or Sirius starting a rock band to impress Remus and talking Lily into playing drums because she’s actually mad good at making a racket.
Sirius was rather proud of his ability to play bass and sing simultaneously.
And he might purposely write intricate baselines in the music for Boneless Abrasion so he can show off.
James and Peter don’t complain as the lead guitarist and drummer respectively. This whole thing was Sirius’s idea anyway.
On the other hand, Lily likes taking the spotlight as the front woman/lead guitarist for Polar Gypsy.
Remus hates the name and every time someone says it he cringes.
He’s just happy he can play the keyboard/synthesizer and he’ll be glad to not comment on that thank you very much.
Alice is surprisingly phenomenal at playing the drums, much to Lily’s disappointment. (”Lily, you can’t play EVERY part!”)
In any case, both bands are finalists in the Northeastern region of Battle of the Bands, and as it so happens, finalists get to have a two page spread in Indie Up!, which is only the hottest music magazine as far as upcoming artists are concerned.
And of course there is a photo shoot. Why wouldn’t there be?
Now, Remus has seen Sirius before, but has never been so close to him.
In fact, he is almost uncomfortably close, except that he can feel the line of his spine against his as they stand back to back as the photographers position them and he silently wishes to see his face because rumor has it that Sirius has a gorgeous smile.
As for Sirius, he hadn’t thought Remus was so fucking tall.
And damn the scars across the bridge of his nose are metal as fuck.
And the curls that sit on the base of his neck are fucking adorable.
And FUCK THIS REMUS GUY. FUCK.
Maybe he can take him out sometime? Assuming that he is, you know, Remus’s type.
Sirius definitely notices Remus blushing as he quickly scampers back to his band’s dressing room and well fuck if that isn’t adorable too.
Remus, meanwhile, keeps wiping his hands on his jeans and trying to adjust his suspenders even though they don’t need fixing as he curses himself.
He hastily realizes that he might be doomed if just standing next to him gets him this worked up.
The following days are horrible.
Remus’s fingers have slid off the keys so many times that he might as well of written a whole new song made up of his mistakes.
Alice and Lily keep asking if he’s all right, and yes, he is, except he’s not because all he’s been able to think about is the way his clothes still smell like Sirius Black and how he wants to run his hands through his hair and grab…
Sirius can’t focus. He keeps writing love songs about the shy boy with a slight overbite and a how he wears his scars like a warning sign.
James isn’t fooled. Peter thinks Sirius needs a nap because he looks like he hasn’t slept in days.
(Because he hasn’t.)
A week later the headline on the spread reads “Bad Blood or Friendly Rivalry?”
And the six of them collectively question it as they read it over a break in stage practice because the press up until this point has made a huge deal about their “dislike” for one another.
Lily figures it out first and throws the magazine at Remus.
“You’re dating Sirius Black?!”
“I…what!?” He scans the article and lo and behold, there is a picture from the shoot with just the two of them and Remus swears that their hands were not touching during the shoot and he definitely would have remembered copping a feel on Sirius’s ass.
James almost drops his guitar from laughing so hard while Sirius stares at Remus with his jaw on the floor.
“I mean…” He coughs and tries to cover up the flush that’s heating up the back of his neck, and his normally smooth, suave voice hiccups over syllables as he speaks. “It’s a nice picture, right?”
Remus almost chokes.
Suddenly Sirius is standing beside him and good lord he’s really warm again and he hopes this isn’t a constant thing around him.
“It’s nice,” he mutters back. Sirius grins.
“…You know, I could buy you a coffee and maybe we can work out these feelings.”
Remus’s eyes dart around. James quirks an eyebrow at them with a smug little smirk that Lily is blatantly smiling at. Alice giggles, and Peter watches silently with his feet kicked up on his snare drum as he twirls a doughnut around one of his sticks.
“Well? How about it?” Sirius looks so hopefully and Remus just hopes he isn’t about to make an ass of himself when he answers him.
“Y-yeah. Yes. Coffee sounds great.”
“Great!” Sirius winks and skips past him. “You go on at 9, right? I’ll wait for you backstage after your show.”
Remus’s heart pounds against his chest as he watches Sirius disappear out of the bar area. He had a date with Sirius Black. Holy. Shit.
You Get Your First House Together (Michael Imagine)
Haven’t posted an imagine in awhile so I hope this is okay!
“Pretty neat, huh?” Michael grinned at you from across the granite counter. Your granite counter. You and Mikey had finally settled on your first house and you couldn’t be happier. Although still mostly bare, tonight would be your first night in it. You were ecstatic.
“The microwave is sick,” he said, playing with it again. For some reason, he was obsessed with the new appliances, playing with all the different settings and knobs. For the first time, Michael was only sharing with the love of his life, and not the entire tour bus.
“I like the fridge best,” you replied honestly, opening the double door fridge that had little to nothing in it. However, attached was a wine cooler, so you removed the bottle of champagne and held it up to your fiance. “Toast to the new place?”
He nodded excitedly, opening and closing several cabinets in search of two wine glasses. You knew they were in the box marked ‘fragile’ which was still packed up and in Luke’s house awaiting the official move. You wandered over to another box, this one containing mugs. You held two up to him, giggling.
“You want the Goofy mug or Minnie?” You asked, referring to the Disney mugs.
“Minnie. Obviously,” he rolled his eyes but even you could see the happiness dancing among the green. You poured you champagne into the silly mugs and clicked them together. “Cheers to our home, baby.”
After drinking the champagne and eating the delivered pizza while standing at the counter, you and Michael went room to room planning the different things you wanted. He was particularly fond of the basement because it was finished and dark and basically the perfect place for his man cave. You loved the master bedroom because the bathroom attached had a jacuzzi bathtub and a large walk-in closet.
“Babe, you don’t even take baths,” Michael laughed as you shared your excitement.
“Okay, but now I can start.”
This type of banter followed the two of you from room to room. Michael deemed the second bedroom as a guest room that his friends could stay in when they got smashed.
“Michael, we are not having wild house parties. This house is way too nice.”
“We’ll see, Y/N.”
When you both traveled further down the hall, you quieted down when reaching the third spare room.
“What’s this one for?” You asked, obviously hoping for a specific answer from him. Although the two of you weren’t married yet, you had been engaged for a year and a half, your wedding five months away.
“I dunno,” Michael responded lamely, walking across the empty space. “It would be a pretty sick music room, don’t you think?”
Your heart sank a little. “Yeah,” you agreed half-heartedly.
“Well, we’ll figure it out later,” he walked out, leaving you to follow behind.
It wasn’t until you both had scoured the entire new house that you finally went to bed. The problem was, all you had was your mattress sitting on the floor of your dark room, since you only had the bright ceiling light which you had shut off. With no TV, Michael had set his laptop on the bed and put Netflix on. You were on your fifth episode of The Office when he paused it, turning to face you.
“What’s wrong?” Michael asked, face illuminated by the laptop.
“Nothing,” you shrugged, pulling the comforter up tighter. “I’m really happy.”
Michael groaned, flopping onto his back. “Something is wrong,” he rubbed his eyes. “You were fine until the house tour. Then you got sad.”
“No no, I’m not sad. It’s just…” You bit your lip, focusing on the bright laptop screen. “It’s just… the basement is really big, and you could probably have half be your man cave and half be your music space and still have extra room.”
“That’s what this is about?” He asked, turning to look at you again. “Baby, I truly do not give a fuck how we space out this huge ass house.”
You nodded, staying quiet.
“You want to save the third room for a kid, don’t you?” Michael finally broke the silence, the words hanging heavy in the air. After a long moment, you met his eyes, nodding.
“We can do that,” he finally said softly, picking at the edge of the blanket.
“You don’t want kids,” you reminded him, recalling one of your late night conversations.
“You do?” He asked. You nodded. “I mean, maybe we can try eventually, you know?” Your heart filled with hope and suddenly the light in your eyes made him start rambling. “Like, obviously right now it doesn’t make sense cause of tour and I make too many dick jokes and like having all of your attention too much but I guess eventually it might be cool to buy baby converse and punk rock baby clothes and teach them guitar and it would be kinda sad to have two extra rooms and not have at least one of them be for a kid and… and… yeah.”
You stared at your fiance with watering eyes as he let out a slow breath, his next words making your tears drip.
“Whatever makes you happy makes me happy. I want what you want.”
“Well,” you started, quickly wiping your eyes as Michael kindly smiled, squeezing your hand. “Let’s work on making the house really nice first. By then we’ll be married and then we can go from there.”
“Yeah, let’s make it really livable and provide a loving environment. I really love this house, Y/N. It’s gonna be ours for a very long time.”
And something in those words comforted you beyond belief and your first night spent in your home with Michael was the most comfortable you’d felt in a long time.
About: “You’re a metal guitarist and I’m a classical violinist and due to scheduling errors we have to share the practice room at school” au
Jimin’s violin case thudded onto the floor. This can’t be happening.
He stared through the rectangular window and watched as Jungkook leaned over his guitar fiddling with the strings.
He backed away from the door and looked down the hall of practice rooms, all with closed doors and occupied. Jimin let out a heavy sigh, hiked up his violin case and tightened his grip, then swung open the door.
Jungkook looked up from his guitar, eyebrow raised, “Can I help you?”
“I’m supposed to have the practice room at this time.” Jimin couldn’t help but cringe at how whiny he sounded.
“So am I.” Jungkook answered calmly.
Jimin’s eyebrow gave an unwanted twitch. He was supposed to be practicing his solo for next weeks performance. “Are you sure? It says my name on the printed schedule,” he tapped the door he was leaning against.
“Cool. It says my name too.” Jimin scowled, he actually hadn’t checked the schedule taped to the door but was just hoping what he said would send Jungkook away.
Grasping the door and flinging it almost closed he scanned the sheet for 3:30 pm. His eyes traveled along the columns and right next to Park Jimin was Jeon Jungkook in stupid back print. Looking back at the much taller boy he realized that Jungkook didn’t seem to care and was ignoring him, already strumming a few cords with earbuds in. “Hey.” he waved his hand in front of the others face. “We’re sharing.” Jungkook nodded. Jimin wasn’t sure if he read his lips or just didn’t care.
He turned and flipped open his case on a table in one of the corners. He had requested the smallest room. It was supposed to only be him and his violin, they were not expecting, his eyes cut over to glare at Jungkook , him.
Jimin set up his stand without sparing a glance at Jungkook. What on earth he was doing Jimin didn’t want to know. But he was expecting to have his ears bleeding by the end of this.
There was a sudden scream in the air. Jimin jumped, his hands clutching his sheet music as he shifted his gaze over the stand at Jungkook.
“Sorry,” Jungkook mumbled while fumbling with a cord. “I forgot to turn something off before I plugged it in.”
Still slightly shaken Jimin settled his instrument over his shoulder and looked at the sheet before him. It was more black than white. Every measure stuffed with notes and dynamics. Thank god he didn’t play something like clarinet or he wouldn’t be able to breathe.
“You gonna start or what?”
Jimin blinked, then addressed Jungkook, “What?”
“I said, are you going to start? You’re looking at your stand like it’s the sushi our school serves.”
The school ‘sushi’ was little lumps of green and brown Jimin recalled. Anyone in their right mind would steer clear of it.
“You’ve been in here longer than me. And you now just plugged everything in the amp.” Jimin countered.
Jungkook flipped a hand as if to say ‘whatever’ and adjusted the little knobs on his amp.
Jimin sensing the conversation was over returned his attention to the monstrosity before him. It wasn’t as if it was too difficult. He had spent three months preparing it. The only problem was his nerves. Even thinking about the performance caused his hands to be coated with sweat and heart to pound. It’s fine. You’re going to be fine.
He settled the violin under his chin and dove headfirst into the piece.
Jungkook sat in the other corner of the cramped space. His brow furrowed in concentration. Someone had messed with the amp earlier today. Playing his guitar through the amp produced a warbling sound that made his head hurt. He continued to play with the knobs and switches when a soft melody floated into his ears. The notes that were once quick and aggressive had now became languid, like running your hands through silk.
Jungkook slowly turned so as to not distract Jimin and stop his playing. He watched his face. His features set in a serene expression as he swayed slightly. Jungkook settled back unknowingly and listened as Jimin’s playing surrounded him.
Strangely, Jungkook found himself intrigued, as the notes climbed higher and higher in octave, Jimin hesitated. Jungkook watched his chest move as he took a breath and continued. A steady pattern, Jimin and his violin.
The melody dipped lower and lower, Jimin’s vibra tone slowly leaked out from the instrument and then erupted into the room. He resurfaced, but the violin stayed in the minor key, the music sounded as if it was weeping now. High notes that were normally thought to be piercing sang into the air of their despondence.
The notes slowly climbed down getting quieter and quieter like a person softly whispering to themselves in the dead of night. Jungkook’s eyes trailed from Jimin’s expression to his fingers that moved gracefully over the neck of the violin. They danced across the black board, moving like a slow waltz, giving the violin a voice.
Jungkook suddenly broke out of the spell to notice that Jimin was slowing down even further and about to finish. He yanked his guitar over his lap and unwound one of the strings and began to tune it, pretending that’s what he had been doing all along. Jimin’s last note had began to fade out. Jungkook steeled himself, shutting down the urge to flick his eyes over to Jimin and watch how almost fairytale-like he looked. Standing under the dim light, with his prince like face, serenely playing his violin. Jungkook could imagine him in a forest, a fae prince serenading animals and other fae that layed in trees being sung softly into dreams by Jimin.
Jimin sucked a breath into his nostrils. He held the stand and placed his forehead against it. That. Was. Awful.
Jungkook sat confused, looking at Jimin. He was still restraining his hands from accidently applauding.
“That. Was really good.” Jungkook broke the silence. “No it wasn’t.” Jimin mumbled into the stand. “I misheddecremendo.” “You what?” Jungkook strained to hear him.
Jimin abruptly shot up, his read hair flying back. “I missed the crescendo. That could drop me five points.”
Five points didn’t sound bad to Jungkook. “That doesn’t sound terrible.”
“It could rank me at a two. And that’s like saying ‘why did you even show up.’”
A two was actually a decent score. But to Jimin it might as well had been a slap to the face.
“Oh.” Jungkook stared at the floor, then ceiling. He was painfully awkward at conversation. Glaring at everyone was much easier than trying. “It’s just one crescendo. And your thing’s next week.”
“How did you know?” Jimin cocked his head to the side. Jungkook believed he was going to burst from Jimin’s cuteness. “Mrs. Zhang. She’s been gushing about you the past week.”
Mrs. Zhang. A short young woman that could be mistaken as a student. But treated all of the students as if they were her children.
Jimin couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “She did?” Mrs. Zhang was practically a genius on the piano. Such approval from someone that talented nearly sent Jimin through the roof.
Jungkook found himself smiling too. He never noticed the adorable way Jimin’s eyes turned into crescents. “Of how wonderful your playing is and how far you’ll go.”
If you could get drunk on joy then Jimin was ready to pass out. He stood grinning as he shuffled through his sheet music.
“Hey.. you still haven’t played anything.” Jimin looked at Jungkook curiously.
“Ah-” Jungkook was not going to tell him how he was immersed in his playing- “someone messed with the amp, I’ll have to come back again in a few days and fix it.”
Jimin shook his head slightly from studying the way Jungkook’s nose curved and hands gestured to the amp. “Oh.” he mustered out.
Jungkook began to shove his guitar into it’s case. Without looking at the time Jimin followed, carefully setting his violin back in its case. “Cause I’ve heard your pretty good. From Taehyung.” Jungkook hoped the warmth on his cheeks wasn’t too prominent. “Really?” He stayed turned around, coiling the cord in his hands.
“Yeah… If you wouldn’t mind, could I swing by next time and listen…?” Jimin’s heart pounded in anticipation. Jungkook stood and turned.
“If you let me buy you a coffee tomorrow.” The teasing look on Jungkook’s face wasn’t really working with the blush slowly creeping on his cheeks. Jimin himself was too flustered under Jungkook’s gaze to notice. “Yes…” His eyes turned into little crescents as he looked up at Jungkook.
“Tomorrow, by the railing in front of the parking lot then.”
The two exited the practice room with grins lacing their faces. They turned opposite directions once leaving the doorway. Jimin swung his violin case as excitement crept up in him. Jungkook hummed, unable to help the boyish grin on his face.
I hoped you guys liked that. I wish I had done more writing over the break. But I have school tomorrow. *sobs* I hope you all had a great holiday and to those of you who don’t have school tomorrow - I’m extremely jealous.
forgivethesinnersammy because my phone is an idiot it lost the answer to your prompt in its asshole so I hope this is ok. But luckily I copy and pasted the whole thing before I tried to publish it!
Prompt Idea or Close To It: Sex kitten!Sam gets Dean jealous, Dean buys him collar or makes him get a tattoo and Sam may have realized too late that he might have gone overboard.
I hope that’s close enough 😅.
Of course, lovely.
His slim hips sway with the music that’s on. He lets his head fall back as the guitar riff rolls over him.
Eyes watch him with lustful curiosity, Sam knows. His nipples harden under his black shirt at the thought of a pair of green eyes watching and knowing that Sam’s body is his.
“You here alone, darlin’?” A rich voice asks him.
Sam looks over a shoulder at a tall guy, too lanky for Sam’s taste. Also, too cowboy.
“Mh, may-be,” Sam gives him a teasing smile and rolls his hips hard.
Chocolate brown eyes trail themselves a long a body that doesn’t belong to them.
“What’re you doing in this place by yourself?” The guy comes closer, a few feet away from Sam.
Sam just swings his hips slower, blinking up at the man.
“Never said I was alone,” Sam shrugs.
Sam hears a beer bottle slam down onto a table and knows his lover is angry.
“Come home with me. Could ruin that nice ass,” chocolate eyes rake over what they don’t own again.
“R-ruin it?” Sam bites his lips, batting his lashes when the guy comes closer.
“Yes,” its a hiss of arousal from the man.
“You wanna hurt me?” Sam asks, turning to lean against the juke box.
Chocolate eyes meet hazel ones. Green eyes burn.
The twenty-two year old grins, tip of his tongue between his teeth as he sees his older brother come up behind the guy.
Dean grabs him up by the jacket and slams the man onto the nearby, wooden table.
“That’s my little brother you’re fawning over,” Deans voice is a growl.
Leather jacket, combat boots, and short cropped hair–Sam’s weakness.
“I-I didn’t know! He said he was alone!” Chocolate eyes dart from Sam to Dean behind him.
“He said may-be,” Dean hisses, picks the guys’ head up and slams it back down onto the wooden table; knocking him out.
Green eyes land on Sam.
“Lets go. Now.” An order.
Dean grabs him by the neck and steers them out the bar even as people watch.
All that Sam loves rolled into twenty-six years of hard muscle, green eyes, and possesiveness.
He gets left in the dingy motel room with an order of “You move and you’ll get spanked” that makes him shiver, but stay put.
Sam needs Dean, wants him, but Dean has opted to neglect him in favor of disappearing off somewhere. They could be having ravenous sex, Dean buried deep inside him, but Sam is just picking away at the red bed spread, laid out on his stomach as he kicks his feet back and forth in the air.
His cock stays half hard in his jeans and he ruts into the bed softly to keep the ache away, until he hears the rumble of the Impala.
He hears the engine stop and the creaking of the door opening and closing, immediately he’s fully hard.
“Dean,” he purrs as the motel room door opens up to reveal said man.
His older brothers mouth is set in a firm line and his shoulders squared.
“Face down, ass up,” Dean commands, a brown bag crinkling as it hits the bed.
“B-but, Dean,” Sam stutters, but does as he’s told.
He spreads his legs apart to arch his back further and lays his forehead down on his forearms.
The pillow smells like cheap laundry detergent. That’s what he notices as his brother stands beside the bed and begins to open Sam’s jeans roughly with one hand.
“You think you’re for everybody, Sam?” Dean asks, voice even.
“No, big brother,” Sam answers, letting Dean yank his jeans down to his knees.
“Then why–” he pushes Sam flat to the bed, “–do you act like it?”
He admits that he’s been testing Dean more than is acceptable, but he hadn’t thought about the consequences.
“I-I didn’t mean to!” Sam gasps as Dean rips his pants and boxers the rest of the way off, jolting his body.
Sam looks over his shoulder just in time to see Dean shrugging off his jacket and throw it onto the other bed. Deans muscles bugle under his shirt.
“Face down,” Dean barks.
Sam puts his face into the pillow and a few seconds later, a sharp slap to his ass is delivered. He bites the pillow, ass cheeks clenching at the sting.
“I told you not to be dancing like that in front of other people,” Dean whispers hotly in his ear, wet lips brushing.
Sam whimpers as Dean spanks him hard again, the sharp sound of his echoing.
“All this ass is for me, baby boy,” Dean kneads his left cheek hard as he licks from Sam’s neck all the way up to the shell of his ear.
Sam’s cock is hard and trapped under his belly, probably blurting pre-come out all on the sheets.
“So, I got something for you,” Dean says, voice raspy.
Sam tries not to whine as his lovers warmth disappears and he hears Dean pick up the brown bag.
“Lift up your head.”
Sam immediately does as he’s told, his eyes staring straight ahead at the brown headboard.
He hears the brown bag hit the floor lightly, empty, and a metallic jingle.
He turns his head to the right to see…to see a fucking collar.
His hand flies down to squeeze the base of his cock with a whine, keeping his orgasm at bay.
The dark green collar dangles from Deans index finger, the silver name tag says ‘Property of Dean Winchester’.
“Gotta two name tags just for you, baby,” Dean smiles, green eyes dilated.
He reaches into his jeans pocket to pull out another silver tag, 'Dean’s Good Boy’.
Sam cries out as his hips buck against the sheets, head of his cock wet with his excitement.
“You’re going to look so good with this around your neck, let all those bastards know you’re mine,” Dean groans.
Sam’s throat gets grabbed as Dean climbs on the bed behind him, putting the collar around his neck.
It fits perfectly, the leather cool against his heated skin.
“My perfect boy,” his brother kisses at his neck.
Dean leans back between Sam’s spread legs, gripping his ass hard.
“Let it happen again, Sammy–” Dean slaps both his cheeks hard, “–and this ass is getting my name tattooed on it.”
Sam shivers and mewls as his brother spreads him open, exposing his hole to the cool air.
Sam is about to ask why Dean isn’t moving before he hears him spit, a warm wad of it landing right on his hole.
“Oh God,” Sam humps down hard into the bed, dick drooling.
Dean spits again and it runs down to his balls, slicking him up.
“Dean,” he pants out, face flushed and body on fire.
“Hold on, just–fuck,” Dean uses both hands to get his jeans down around his knees.
Sam squirms as he feels more of the spit sliding down behind his balls. He won’t last long, his balls already drawn up tight.
Dean lays over his little brother, slipping his throbbing cock between the slick space of Sam’s ass.
“Yeah, Dean. Fuck me, fuck me,” Sam whispers harshly, gasping as Dean ruts against him.
“Not tonight, baby,” Dean licks the shell of Sam’s ear as he picks up the pace.
His spit slicks the way, his dick slipping smoothly along the crack of Sam’s ass, over his twitching hole. He humps him like they’re animals, making the bed move and the headboard smack the wall.
“You’re going to cum just like this, all over these sheets. Just from me on top of you like this,” Dean growls into Sam’s ear, he wraps his hand around his throat to feel the collar.
Sam lets out a choked yell, hands tight in the sheets. He spreads his legs wider to move down harder into the sheets and buck back up into his brothers thrusts.
His nipples rub against the sheets as he cries out his pleasure and Dean rubs a thumb along his collar.
He’ll wear the damn thing whenever Dean tells him, wherever they go, no matter what.
“Beautiful, plump ass, Sammy. Feels so fucking good around me,” Dean is still talking into his ear, tightening his hand around his throat.
Sam lets out a yelp when the fat tip of Deans dick catches in his puffy hole. He’s going to come, can feel it in the way his balls pulse.
“’M gonna’ come soon, Dean. I’m gonna–oh, oh!” Sam lets out an embarrassing squeal when Dean reaches under him to pinch a nipple and bites his neck.
“I was thinking, Sammy,” Dean breathes hotly, his body pushing Sam further down into the bed, his dick making a sickenly wet sound as he ruts harder.
Sam sounds like he’s starving for air, chest heaving as his orgasm nears.
“Yeah, Dean, yeah?” Sam swallows, head tilting upward as his body is jarred wildly, his bangs sticking to his forehead.
“Was thinking about getting a tag that said–that said–” Dean cuts off with a loud moan, bloated length throbbing against Sam.
Sam writhes under Sam, sweat making the glide of their bodies easier.
“That said, Deans. Good. Bitch,” Dean snarls in his ear.
Sam screams loud, bucking wildly and shaking as he comes hard, moaning. He sobs, cock trapped under his stomach as he shoots the last of his load.
Dean sits back quickly, squeezing the globes of Sam’s ass together and fucking between them.
“Good boy,” Dean smirks, breathless.
He spits thickly onto his own red, aching length and fucks forward slowly. Sam groans, boneless and lets Dean do as he pleases.
He’s gonna spill all over his brothers tan skin and between his sweet ass.
“Not going to do it again, right?” Dean whispers, trying to hold out a little longer.
“No, Dean, not gonna,” Sam whimpers.
“Uh huh,” Dean pants, beginning to shake as his orgasm hits, hissing as his balls pump out his seed.
He looks down to watch himself spill thick and hot all over Sam’s hole and lower back.
When he’s done he slumps forward, groaning when his come dries between them.
“Dean?” Sam whispers.
Dean slides over on his side and Sam turns to cuddle against him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you angry,” Sam kisses along his sweaty neck, cooing softly.
“Its alright, just…makes me nervous to think about something happening to you cause– what if I’m not their at the moment, ya’ know?” Dean murmurs into his hairs.
“I do it cause you’re there with me, Dean.”
His older brother snorts softly.
Did you want smut? Cause smut happened. I’m sorry.
scarlett12c whispered: Can you make a joe sugg imagine
where y/n has a youtube channel and you sing covers on it. Joe was watching you
film a cover of lego house by ed sheeran and he vlogged some of it. That would
be great thx😀 -I hope this is alright for you :)
just had a fight with your boyfriend Joe. It hadn’t been over anything serious,
just that you’d left the battery of his microphone dead and so he’d had to go
out and buy a new one before he could film his video. Although it had only been
a minor issue it had escalated quickly, you were upset and he’d left the
apartment in a sulk.
You picked up your guitar and started playing
around a little bit, but there was one song that was playing on your mind. It
was yours and Joe’s song, the one that had been playing when he first told you
that he loved you.
You had your camera set up as you’d planned to
film a video that afternoon; however that plan had been ruined by your argument.
Instead you switched on the camera and started singing a new cover for your
gonna pick up the pieces and build a Lego house If things go wrong we can knock it down My three words have two meanings but there’s
one thing on my mind It’s all for you And it’s dark in a cold December, but I’ve
got you to keep me warm If you’re broken I will mend ya and keep you
sheltered from the storm that’s raging on, now
you carried on singing you didn’t realise that Joe had appeared in the doorway
behind you. He had his camera out and was whispering into it.
‘Y/N doesn’t realise I’m vlogging this but just
listen to how amazing she sounds’ he turned the camera to face you and held it
there for most of the song, until it came down to the last chorus. He’d
switched his camera off at that point but walked into the room and joined in
with the song.
out of touch, I’m out of love I’ll pick you up when you’re getting down And out of all these things I’ve done, I
think I love you better now
hadn’t realised that Joe had returned home and jumped at the sound of his
‘Joe I was filming, I’m going to have to start again now’ you spoke sadly as he
sat down next to you.
‘Sorry’ he rested his hand on the top of your thigh ‘And I’m sorry for arguing
with you earlier, I love you’
‘I love you too’ you smiled feeling relieved that everything was ok between the
two of you. ‘And I’m sorry I forgot to buy you a new microphone battery’
‘It’s not a big deal, I bought two this morning, I didn’t mean to get so angry
‘It’s ok’ you told him leaning over to kiss him.
‘So you’re filming our song today then?’ he asked changing the subject.
‘Well I was until you walked in and ruined it’ you stuck out your tongue to
show you weren’t annoyed about it. ‘I don’t think I’ll bother re-recording it
though, that wasn’t even the cover I was planning on singing today.’
‘I need to go and edit my vlog for today anyway, so I can leave you to film if
you want?’ he asked.
‘Ok, I’ll cook us dinner later if you like?’ you told him still wanting to make
it up to him for your argument.
‘Ok’ he agreed and disappeared to edit his vlog.
You spent the next couple of hours filming and editing a new cover for your
channel, when you’d finished you noticed that Joe had uploaded a new vlog. You
decided to watch it before having dinner and you saw him hovering in the
doorway whilst you’d been singing.
‘You’re watching my vlog’ Joe stated appearing behind you.
‘You were stood there the whole time?’ you asked him and he blushed.
‘I love hearing you sing, especially when it’s our song’ he defended.
‘Well I guess that cover made it on to
youtube after all then’ you smirked
‘Good because it’s my favorite one yet’ Joe told you kissing your forehead.
Updated my college AU, new chapter can be read below or on FFN here or from the beginning here
Chapter Summary: Maka and Soul watch bad TV and Maka has a hard time handling Soul trying to learn a new instrument.
Bendy, K, and Proma edited this in like three hours so I could publish fast so shout out to them and everyone who wrote quickies with me to get it done.
Sweeter Than Heaven
Maka is wiped from work and exhausted from another week in hell, aka an apartment with no air conditioning in which her roommate decides that hanging out shirtless is acceptable. Rude. She puts some macaroni on the stove and Soul has the nerve to ask her if she’s making two boxes, the glutton! She wants to make a sign that says “No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service,” but she dumps in a second box because she’s too nice for her own good. He should praise her pasta making benevolence – her pathway to heaven is secured.
Soul lounges on the couch with his laptop propped up on the coffee table so she deposits his bowl on the table next to the computer, her butt on the couch next to him, and her legs unceremoniously in his lap – totally because it’s just more comfortable than the table and definitely not because she is demanding of physical contact.
Rfa, V, Saeran reactions to musically inclined/talented MC? A choir student who's great at harmonizing, able to play the piano by ear and also knows a few other instruments
I honestly LOVE music and singing. It’s one of my biggest hobbies!
Thinks anything MC does musically is talented af Cries when he hears them sing When they write him a song about LOLOL he almost proposes right then and there Likes to sit right next to them on the piano bench and watch them play Asks if they can help him learn Gets flustered when they put their hands on top of his to help him put his fingers in the right places
Constantly sings “HEY NOW YOU’RE AN ALLSTAR” trying to make them continue because 1. memes 2. he really likes their singing voice If he’s feeling down or anxious he shyly asks them if they can sing to him Whenever they sing love songs in different languages he passes away (he can understand it all so he’s not fooled) Records them singing and playing guitar on a lazy Saturday morning once and watches it whenever they’re apart for too long and he starts to miss them (which is like eight hours) Always makes them sing at karaoke so he can show them off
The first time she saw MC playing violin she was struck by how elegant they were And when they started singing along softly in latin Jaehee Kang has experienced a server error She has to actually leave the room and cover her face with her hands MC writes her a song to confess their feelings Poor Jaehee had no idea what was coming It’s a surprise Jaehee survived it She turned so red everyone was afraid she was going to explode Hums the song while she works MC comes up behind her and sings it into her ear Jaehee proceeds to melt
!!!!! Him too !!!!!! Sings duets with MC all the got damn time “We sound like angels, look like angels…Are we angels?” Impressed with how many instruments they can play Asks them to play instrumentals for his musicals Says his dream is to perform a musical his MC wrote one day Takes videos of the two of them singing constantly One finds its way onto YouTube and goes viral Zen’s like “it’s about time you became famous for your talents, MC” Teases them while they’re playing their flute and has to run before he gets smacked with it Screamed when they cleared their spit valve from their French Horn “OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!” “if the spit builds up it–” “IT’S ON THE FLOOR” “I know I’ll–” “jKJSDAKLFJA IT’S ON THE FLOOR”
Knows how to play piano Often tugs MC to the piano bench so they can play a duet together Likes to listen to MC sing in the shower Buys them the best equipment money can buy “Jumin, I don’t need a solid gold trumpet. Besides, that doesn’t seem like a very good metal for sound vibrations” “nonsense it’s perfect” Is surprised by the fact that MC can play the cello It’s almost as big as them?? Once, MC sings a lullaby to Elizabeth 3rd and Jumin proposes to them right then and there Constantly likes to mention to everyone how talented MC is Lies his head in MC’s lap while they sing softly and run their hands through his hair
He LOVES the sound of MC’s music His favorite instrument is a harp And when he heard gorgeous, melodic harp music he was actually 100% certain he had died and gone to heaven Follows the sound until he hears it stop MC got embarrassed when they saw him “Sorry, was I bothering you?” “No, I loved it.” And V seriously did? He’s such a fucking romantic? When MC plays the ukelele and serenades him with ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love with You’ (The 21 Pilots version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ThQkrXHdh4) He turns into a huge sappy puddle Sways slightly with a smile, pleased smile whenever MC plays/sings
He sometimes has his bad days They’re days where he just can’t focus and his entire mind is one giant white noise machine But what helps him calm down is MC’s guitar playing and singing They do it to help soothe him if he’s upset When he feels better he’ll shyly join in the singing MC thinks he’s fucking adorable when he sings When Saeran asks MC how many instruments they know, he’s astonished He asks them to help him learn guitar Also he saves up enough money to buy them a new, really nice guitar Likes it when they play the drums because of the rhythm
I’m a simple person with simple dreams
I’ll move to Berlin or maybe London
Buy a guitar and play In bars or clubs.
Full of hope, I’ll be discovered by
One of the biggest pop-star .
He’ll see potential in me .
I’ll sign a deal under his/her record label .
Later he’ll/she’ll introduce me to his/her friends or management team.
There is a possibility I’ll fall in-love with one of the management team.
We will break up, she will move on.
Months will pass and I’ll find love again.
She will be studying English major or Graphic design.
Years later we will be standing under an arbor or In front of an altar.
She’ll say her vows then “ i do”.
We will buy an apartment in Württemberg or Manchester.
She’ll give birth to our daughter, name her Della or Sofia.
I’ll retire from music, at the age of 34
Invest my money in a bookstore or Art gallery
I’ll start to write books maybe paint portraits
I’ll reach the age of 60.
Receive an award, no one knows what it is or will be.
It might be an museum named after me
Or a park I used to take my morning jogs.
Later in life I’ll die, natural cause; heart attack, cancer or whatever the doctor will say it is. My funeral will be at my birth place: North West South Africa.
All that I’m or was won’t matter.
I’ll be one with the soil of the earth
I’ll be a memory to some of you.
An idol to few.
God will accept my spirit into his kingdom.
Years later my face will be forgotten, my name remembered .
In the sense of my being, I was a cliché living under Gods grace just like you.
You got out of your car and arrived at your little brother’s taekwondo studio. You could see him through the glass windows, practicing with his mentor. You walked in, taking a seat on the bench along with parents waiting for their child. Your little brother saw you and waved, holding up a finger to just wait. “Hyung! My noona is here,” he said. Seungcheol looked up, seeing you on your phone as his eyes dilated slightly. “How come you never told me she was pretty?” he wondered. “You never asked,” he replied, dragging Seungcheol with him. “Hey! I-I’m not ready! I’m sweaty and gross…she wouldn’t like me like this,” he retorted. “Noona won’t mind. Come on!” he said, still dragging him to the point the poor boy tripped over the mat and almost fell on top of you as you approached them. “Woah. Are you okay?” you asked with a muffled laugh. “Dear god, you’re even more beautiful up close,” he said, making your eyes wide as you blushed slightly. “Thank you,” you replied, seeing a smile form on his lips. “I’m Seungcheol and it would be an honor if I could get to know you better. You know…it seems appropriate since I am Leo’s instructor.” A laughter was made before you agreed and exchanged numbers, Seungcheol smiling in satisfaction.
It was raining as you finished your last class of the day. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, cursing under your breath that you should’ve brought your umbrella. Using the measly hood of your hoodie, you rushed to a nearby cafe just to get something warm and to eventually wind down and enjoy your drink as you completed some assignments. Entering the cafe, you pulled your hood down, your hair damp as well as your outfit was stained with splatters of raindrops. Let’s just say today wasn’t your cup of tea. “One caramel macchiato please,” you said, handing the cashier your card, You then received it back, thanking him before moving to the other side, waiting for your name to be called. You glanced around, seeing an empty table afar. You made a mental note to sit there after getting your drink. Hearing your name, you quickly spun around, bumping into a stranger and just to add to your slight misery, it spilled all over him as you winced at the sight. “I’m so sorry!” you apologized, trashing your cup in the bin nearby as you tried to help the stranger rid of the coffee stain on his shirt. “Don’t mention it,” he said with an angelic smile. “B-But I…” “We all have bad days, right? Let me buy you another drink and we can talk about it, I’m Jeonghan by the way,” he smiled, making you wonder how did you meet such an angelic person.
“Hyung, are you leaving now?” asked Hansol. “Yeah. Need anything?” he asked. “Not really. But I hope your guitar is fine. I kinda miss it,” he said, a short laugh escaping Joshua’s lips. “Alright. I’ll see you soon then,” he said before heading out the dorm and walking to the local music shop. Walking in, the bells chimed right above the door, making you look up from behind the counter, seeing Joshua curiously glance around, eyes on you as he froze for a bit. “Can I help you?” you asked. He cleared his throat and walked up to the counter. “Yeah…I had my guitar sent in for repair. I was given a call to pick it up today,” he explained. “Ah. Got it. I’ll be right back then. Your name?” you asked. “Joshua,” he answered, seeing you nod. Something then came over him as his mouth opened, “And yours?” You turned and gave him a slight smile before disappearing into the backroom, Joshua wondering if it was weird of him to ask for your name. You then came out with his guitar, fully fixed as you handed it to him. “It’s ______,” you replied. He strummed his guitar, hearing it in a perfect tune as he looked at you with a charming smile. “Pretty name. Just like you.”
Another day at the gym and you were getting tired of the same routine that your coach kept teaching you. “I can sense you’re tired,” he pointed out. “I am. We keep repeating the same routine for the past two weeks. I need something new,” you said, standing up as you sipped your water bottle. “Something new?” he asked, seeing you nod as you crossed your arms across your chest. Soon, the doors opened and your coach gazed to see Jun walking in as he signed himself in. “You’ll train with one of my other students then,” he said, making you curiously glance over as who he was looking at. Jun walked over to where you were and greeted your coach. “Jun, meet ______. She’s tired of me teaching her the same technique. So why won’t you teach her what I’ve been teaching you,” he said, Jun nodding as he went to put his things down. “Does he talk?” you whispered. “Yes. He’s a social butterfly once you get to know him,” said your coach before giving you a tap on the back, ushering you to Jun who was ready to teach you. “______, right?” he asked. You nodded. “Nice to meet you,” you said with a bow. “Let’s make a deal. If you can pin me to the mat…then…I’ll reward you with something.” You raised an eyebrow as he chuckled. “You’re being very vague.” “If you win, then I’ll take you out on a date. Agreed?” You looked at him with a slight smirk, seeing he was cute in his own way. “Deal.”
“I’ll see you later then!” waved Soonyoung as his other members left to the dorm. Blonde hair was matted to his forehead as sweat slightly dripped from the side of his head. He began to walk to his practice room to pack up and leave as well, but he stopped, taking a few steps back to see lights in another practice room still open, a person still in it. You sighed, walking over to stop the music. You pushed your messy hair to the side, exhausted and very frustrated you couldn’t get the choreography correct. “This is hopeless,” you muttered, hearing the door open and click shut, Soonyoung giving such a childish smile, you wanted to laugh at how cute it was. “Late night practicing?” he asked. You nodded. “Yep…I can’t..do this certain choreo so I’ve been practicing alone since six in the evening,” you explained. Soonyoung took out his phone, seeing it was close to two in the morning. He knew he should be at the dorm by now, but decided to come home later. “And you’re not leaving until you got it down right?” he asked. You nodded as a chuckle escape. “I would too. Let me help,” he said, walking over to you. You nodded, showing him the choreo you were currently learning with the other trainees. “Okay. We got this. You trust me?” he asked, looking at you. His eyes smiled with his teeth. “I trust you,” you said, making the boy blush slightly. “I’m Soonyoung. What’s your name?”
Wonwoo was seated right at the end, next to Mingyu. He just finished signing a fan’s album and waved goodbye to her, telling her to come back whenever she can, giving her his infamous sweet smile as she fell head over heels for him. He then turned back in his seat, seeing you push your album to him slightly as you gave a smile. “H-Hi,” he greeted, intrigued by your beauty. “Hi,” you shyly greeted back. “What’s your name?” he asked. “______,” you replied, seeing him spell it as he wrote it out on your album, taking his time. “That’s a pretty name. Has anyone ever told you that?” he asked, looking up at you. “Not really. It’s just a normal name. Nothing special,” you replied. Wonwoo was still taking his time with his message, wanting to spend as much time as he could with you. “It is special because it’s your name. A pretty name for a pretty girl,” he smiled, handing you your album as you were blushing all different shades of red. “T-Thank you. That’s really sweet of you,” you said, shyly covering your smile. “Don’t cover your smile~ It’s beautiful. Please come back! I would love to see you again,” he said as he watched you get up and ready to leave. “I’ll try,” you replied. “No. You’ll promise me,” he said, holding up his pinky at you as you giggled slightly, showing him your pinky as a signaled promise before you left, leaving Wonwoo to hope that he would see you again.
Jihoon was currently sitting in a cafe in a corner, headphones worn as his fingers moved along his laptop, editing a song for their upcoming album. He has been sitting in the same exact spot for about an hour now, constantly editing and making sure the track was perfect enough for him to put it aside and consider it as another success. But in actual reality…he was admiring you from afar. He had finished cleaning up the imperfections of the track in twenty minutes. The other forty was just him occasionally looking up to still see you there and lots of mental scolding. “Just go talk to her! I mean, you’re Jihoon. You’re Woozi. You got this,” he said, mustering up the courage to go up to you and talk. You then looked up, turned to see him, and the poor boy quickly sat down and stared down at his laptop before he could even make eye contact. “Smooth, Jihoon. Smooth, You can’t even make eye contact,” he scolded. He then took a deep breath, telling himself that if he doesn’t talk to you, then he never will. Closing his laptop, he saw you take a seat in front of him, his tongue tied as he blankly stared at you. “I noticed you staring at me for quite some time, I decided to come over and say hi. So, hi. I’m ______ and you are?” you asked, seeing his cheeks glow a warm shade of pink. “I’m Jihoon,” he replied with a bashful smile.
“Are you coming with us?” asked your friend. You shook your head as you put away the books you didn’t need as school was done for the day. “I think I’m just going to head home,” you said. “Alright. See you Monday then,” she waved a your friends left. After retrieving your things and thankful that it was Friday, you couldn’t help but completely stop, hearing some angelic voice from afar. You closed your locker door and followed the voice out of curiosity. Walking down the hall and hearing the voice grow increasingly louder, you heard it coming out of Music Room 1-C. You peeked through the small window, seeing a figure upon the grand piano, looking out the window as he sang. Your ears tingled at the voice, goosebumps forming all over your arms. You have never heard a voice like his before and you were grateful to be listening to it at this moment. You pressed your ears against the door, closing your eyes and knew that you could fall asleep to such a voice. Soon, you heard the door click and you quickly fell back, Seokmin opening the door, taking a step forward, but stopped seeing you. “Can I help you?” he asked, wondering why you were on the floor. You got up and brushed the dirt from the floor off of you. “I-I…well…I heard a beautiful voice..coming from somewhere, so I followed it and here I am…talking to you…I’m sorry,” you said, laughing nervously as you gave a slight bow. Seokmin chuckled lightly. “I appreciate you calling my voice beautiful. I’m Seokmin,” he said with a smile.
“Come on boy,” you said, calling your dog to get ready for a walk. He was a fairly large Husky with beautiful bright blue eyes and the softest gray and white fur that felt like silk. You attached his leash to his collar, leaving your home as you took your dog out on a walk on a lovely summer’s day. Taking your usual route to a nearby park, you saw your dog acting strange before he ran for it, his leash leaving your grasp. “Wait! Gray! Come back!!” you cried, sighing that now you had to track down your dog as he ran to who knows where. Mingyu was walking to the park, getting some fresh air since he just needed a breather from the constant practicing. Arriving at the park, he heard a loud bark and he turned, seeing this huge husky run towards him and tackle him onto the ground, covering Mingyu with wet kisses. The boy laughed before sitting up, ruffling his fur. “Well hello to you too,” he chuckled. “There you are!” you sighed, catching your breath a you bent forward, hands on your knees. Mingyu stood up, standing by your dog. “He’s yours?” he asked. “Yeah…I don’t know what came over him. But are you okay?” you asked. “I’m fine. I’m actually…happy he tackled me,” he said shyly. “Why?” you wondered. “Because he has a pretty owner. I’m Mingyu and you are…?”
Still practicing to get his pronunciation correct, the boy sighed as he pushed his notebook to the side. He was in the library, checking out books in order to improve his Korean. He practiced his writing, pronunciation, and even conjugated verbs. Fun. The boy sighed once again, his main priority is to be able to communicate to his fans effortlessly without stumbling on his words. He was getting better with the help of his members and studying alone, but it just wasn’t enough to satisfy him. You couldn’t help but notice him for quite sometime. His eyebrows were constantly furrowed as his pencil dragged against the pages before being roughly erased as he knew he did something wrong. “Need some help?” you asked, taking a seat in front of him. Minghao looked up at you and nodded, nothing said. “I”m ______,” you greeted with a friendly smile. “I’m Minghao. Nice to meet you,” he said. “I’m learning too, so let’s help each other out, okay?” you asked. He nodded, feeling his cheeks warm up before he began to tell you of his struggles learning the language.
He was loud; in a good way of course. He had sass, sarcasm, and is very witty, coming up with the greatest comebacks to any teasing said to him. He also had a voice; the sweetest voice you’ll ever hear. He was adorable and all smiles, laughter bright and persona even brighter. He was just someone you wanted to get to know better. He had many friends and attracted a group with his personality. With someone as witty and adorable as him, it would be hard to try to avoid him. You knew him for sometime. Well, more of as an admiration from afar than actually going up to him and talking to him. You were just afraid you weren’t as clever and bright as he was. “Just go talk to him. What’s the worse that could happen?” asked your friend. “Hearing him laugh at me and see how boring I am,” you muttered. “You know he’s not like that. If you don’t talk to him now, then you probably won’t at all,” she said as you sighed. “F-Fine. I’ll talk to him…” you said, getting up from your seat and walking to Seungkwan who was happily sitting at his desk, doodling all over a blank page in his notebook. Thoughts ran through your mind as you approached him. Ready to say hi, he looked up and gave a sweet smile, your tongue tied. “______, right?” “Y-Yeah…how did you know?” you stuttered. “I’ve seen your artwork around school! I’m very drawn to them,” he said, making you stifle a laughter. “That’s so bad,” you laughed. “Really? I’m sorry. But I’m Seungkwan,” he smiled.
Walking into school, you looked around, hearing lots of chatters. You scouted your friend near your locker as you walked up to her. “Hey. Why is everyone so much louder than usual?” you asked, opening your locker after dialing your combination. “Supposedly we have this cute new kid who just transferred today and everyone is going crazy because he’s actually really cute,” she said. “Has everyone saw him, but me?” you asked. “School just started. You’re bound to see him soon enough,” she said as she left to her homeroom. Through out the day, you heard many girls fawning over this kid as you have yet to see him. You then began to worry if he’s even real if you haven’t seen him. Taking a seat in your sixth period history class, the seat besides you slid back before Hansol took a seat. You looked up, eyes dilated slightly. They were right; he was indeed an eye catcher. Hansol turned to you and gave a smile as you returned it, blushing slightly. “Hi. I’m Hansol. You probably have heard that name many times today,” he said. “I’m ______. And I haven’t until now,” you said as you heard a breath of laughter escape. Hansol then tapped his fingers on his desk, turning slightly to you. “I just moved here and I…I’m not familiar with this area. Would you mind showing me around after school?” he asked. You were surprised at his sudden question, but agreed, a cute grin forming on his lips.
Your alarm beeped for the last time as you finally mustered up the courage to get up. You started at your alarm, seeing it was eight in the morning and you had ten minutes to get ready and arrive on time. “Not again!” you whined, quickly getting out of bed, getting ready as fast as you can. You placed your hair into a messy bun before putting on your shoes and heading out the door with your backpack. You ran through the streets of Seoul, staring at your phone as you had a few minutes left before the school’s gate would close. Arriving at the gate, Chan was just entering it before it closed. “Wait!” you called out, the boy turning and rushing to the gate as he held it for you, allowing you to make it just before the bell rang. “Thanks,” you said, rushing into the building with him. “Overslept?” he asked. “Yeah. You?” you asked. “I got lazy,” he shrugged, making you laugh. Soon, the doors to the homerooms all closed and you both stopped, hearing a teacher call you. “That’s twice in a row for you both and you know the rule. After school, you both are cleaning my classroom,” said Mrs.Park. “We understand,” you both said with a bow before walking to your homeroom. “I’m Chan by the way. I sit on the opposite side of homeroom,” he smiled. “I’m _______. It’s nice to meet you. I also can’t wait to clean the classroom,” you sighed. “Oh yeah. My hyungs are going to yell at me,” he mumbled before you both separated and sat at your usual seats, a smile given to each other before sitting down.