How do I start- a choir made up of 40ish girls ages 15-18 probably sounds chaotic. Let me tell you, it completely is. It’s also been something that has completely changed my life for the better. There’s never been anything else I’ve been involved in that has both pushed me to my furthest edge but continuously pulled me in at the exact same time.
I walked into a women’s varsity show choir (as one of only four freshmen) named “Heart & Soul” completely expecting something that I did NOT end up with. I expected a tight-knit group of “girly girls” who all loved to sing and would get along from the beginning. I was quickly hit by the reality of high school when I found that in order for all of us to be friends, get along, work as a group, and put on spectacular performances (which we later did) we would all have to bond and work together.
Although we only had one “onesie” party at our president’s house, somehow, we all became closer than ever. I’d never had such a huge group that I could depend on. I really treated these girls like my sisters- yes, there would be days when we’d all fight, but there were also days I’d walk into the room and let out a huge sigh of relief when I realized I was in a room full of people I knew by name and had so much respect for.
When I boarded the plane to New York, I was dependent on maybe 5 to 10 girls in my choir to stand up for me and to be my friend on the trip. I bonded with girls I never knew over countless hours of walking, bus rides, shows, and rehearsals. I didn’t regret a single moment of the trip and didn’t feel a single drop of negative energy the entire time that I was there. That’s rare for high school. On every corner of every hallway, there is always some sort of drama happening- I didn’t have a single minute of that experience during my time in New York, and that’s when I knew my bond with my choir girls was special.
This year, I was lucky enough to be a member of such an amazing choir at such a young age. Next year, I’m even more excited to continue the legacy of such an amazing program as a member of the Executive Council, overseeing all 6 choirs. I’m also in our school’s top show choir, which will be competing next Spring. I never expected to fall this much in love with choir, but it’s something I want to continue, and maybe help add to when I’m older and living a regular adult life. I can’t thank my girls enough, I miss them already, and I look forward to my first day in room 132 again next year.
Hey guys! I decided to take a break from smut and just write some michael fluff. I worked pretty hard on this and I’m so sorry I haven’t been posting lately. I’ve been super busy with show choir and volleyball. Love you all! Enjoy! P.s. Thus isn’t originally what I planned it to be but I hope you still like it! (:
“Babe I’m home” I heard a voice from the front of our apartment.
“I’m in here.” I meekly said.
“What?” Michael asked.
“On the couch.” I yelled a little louder cringing at another wave of cramps. I sighed in relief as it passed, reaching across the table to grab my tea. As I set it down, Michael walked through the doorway looking confused.
“Are you sick?” He asked, his brow furrowed, trying to figure out why his girlfriend was laying on the couch covered in blankets, tea in hand, with the TV on. I cleared my throat.
“Umm no. Just period again…” I trailed off. He knew mine was awful, every girls worst nightmare. I got the nausea, migraines, mood swings, extreme cramps, and heavy flow.
He nodded and I reached out my arms, waiting for a hug. He hesitantly wrapped one arm around my neck and I clung onto him. I was confused, usually he was very physically affectionate and snugly, but he seemed distant. A little hurt, I pulled away quickly going back to my position on the couch. Closing my eyes, I hoped sleep would take me away from the pain in my lower abdomen, but it wouldn’t.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
“What do you mean why wouldn’t I be? You can’t just assume just because I don’t wanna hug you that I’m not okay. I’m fine. I’m just not feeling the cuddles today jesus (Y/N)…..” He had an edge to his voice that only came our when he was really pissed and I was hesitant to answer. Being a teenage girl, I turned away from him dramatically and pouted.
“God you’re overreacting. I liked you because you weren’t like all the other girls but you are JUST like them. Fucking dramatic.”
“Fuck you Michael.” I said, whipping around to meet his eyes.
“Oh I wish. But you never do anymore.”
“It’s because I feel so fucking alone. You’re gone all the time. I can’t have sex with a stranger you bastard.” I turned back around, feeling tears prick my eyes. I couldn’t let him see me cry, he’d know that he’d won. Burying my face into blanket I tried to slow my breathing and contain the boiling anger inside of me. A wave of painful cramps caused me to flinch and I whimpered. I heard him scoff and walk back up the stairs. And that’s when I lost it. I couldn’t lose him. I loved him too much. But lately he’d been so involved with work, and hell I was proud of him, but I felt alone somedays. As the tears streamed down my face, I tried to cry silently, but sobs racked my body. I didn’t even fully know why I was crying so hard, my raging hormones made me so moody. Pictures of Michael walking out the door, bags packed flashed through my mind and a fresh set of tears rolled down my cheeks. He deserved somebody so much better than me. He was too good for me. I took my phone and dialed my best friends number. She answered on the second ring.
“Babe? Are you crying?” She asked, sounding concerned.
“I can’t stay here. Pick me up I’m at our–his apartment. Come soon please.” I sniffled.
“On the way darling. Just try and calm down. Want to tell me what happened? What changed?” I took a deep breath before answering.
“I don’t deserve him. He doesn’t even love me anymore, and that’s understandable. I was crazy to think that it could last forever, sooner or later he’d find someone better.” Another year rolled down my cheek as I spoke the truth for the first time.
“That son of a bitch cheated on you?” She screamed.
“No no no. He’s too good for that. He’s better than that. But I-I cant stay. I need to let him have his space. Okay co-come get me please. My keys are upstairs and he can’t know that I’m leaving.” I sobbed into the phone.
“I’m leaving right now babe.” She answered softly.
“No you aren’t.” Michaels voice startled me and I turned around, wiping my cheeks. “Tell her not to come yet.” He continued. Call her later. I sobbed, realizing that he was gonna yell at me and let me pack my things before she came. I put my phone to my ear again.
“Don’t leave yet babe I’ll call you when you can leave. Okay? Bye. I love you.” I said, my voice breaking.
“I’ll just go upstairs and pack my things….” I started walking before he stopped me.
“No you won’t.”
“Michael. This isn’t working and we both know it. I’m so proud of your success and everything, but I need someone who has time for me. I’m sorry.”
“You’re breaking this up?” He asked, his voice quivering.
“I don’t know–I think that–yes.” I answered looking at the ground and walking past him.
“Tell me that you don’t love me and you can leave. Just say it and I’ll let you leave. Say I mean nothing to you and you can walk away. Say it.” He begged.
“I don’t—I can’t….” I whispered.
“Then stay. Babe. I know I’ve been a jerk, so caught up in work and with the boys, but I need you.” I shook my head.
“No you don’t. You think you do, but you don’t. I promise you’ll be okay. You might even be better, you’d be surprised.” I answered, sounding unsure.
“No. You can’t leave me. Please don’t leave.” He sounded desperate. “I’m sorry for everything. I didn’t mean what I said about you earlier. I need you so badly. I can’t wake up without you. You’re my everything , don’t leave.” I love you so so so much babe. Please don’t go.“ His eyes filled with tears, his voice wavering. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to decide what to do.
"I can’t.” I collapsed on the stairs, hugging my knees to my chest, sobbing. I needed him too, but I was holding him down. I needed to let him go. I felt his arms wrap around me and I cried harder. He picked me up, cradling me to him and carrying me to the couch. He sat down, with me on his lap and I turned around to straddle him. My arm snaked around his neck, my face buried into his chest, my other hand covering my face. He squeezed me tightly, pulling me closer. He stroked my hair as I sobbed.
“Babe. Shhhhh. Shhhh. It’s okay. It’s okay. Shhh. ” His fingers ran down my hair and unto my back. He snaked a hand under my shirt and stroked his thumb over my skin.
“Why exactly are you crying?” He asked quietly.
“I don’t know.” I sobbed. “I can’t stop I can’t.” I was shaking so badly, my body convulsing against his chest.
“Yes you can. Shhh. Try and breathe a little. Just breathe. Baby you’re so cold.” He whispered, pulling a blanket over me and wrapping both arms around my body. I continued to sob until his cold hand went under my hair and pressed onto my neck. He pressed two fingers unto the sweaty side of my neck. He tapped them there rhythmically and hummed along.
My sobs quieted, my breathing slowed, and his humming stopped.
“I can feel your heartbeat.” He whispered, putting his fingers onto my neck vein. “I need it. I need your heartbeat.” He said, his voice vibrating into his chest. I looked up at him, and he wiped a tear away with his thumb, kissing my forehead gently. “You’re still so beautiful.” He smiled, pressing another kiss to my lips. “I love you.” I whispered against his mouth.
“And I love you gorgeous.” He whispered, pulling me into a lying down position so I was under him on the couch. He pressed another kiss to my lips, lingering there for a while. I moved my lips against his, pouring out everything to him. “I need you here with me.” He said, breaking the kiss momentarily.
“Then I’ll stay.” I said back, pulling him back down for another kiss. It started getting heated, my hands going under his shirt, running up and down his torso. He smirked into the kiss, his tongue running over my lip. His hands started to pull down my sweatpants before I shook my head.
“Remember?” I asked.
“Oh right.” He answered. “In that case….” He sat us back up, getting the remote and turning on Netflix. He gently picked me up, setting me on the ground between his legs. He picked a movie and placed his hands on my tummy.
“Mmmmmm you’re warm.” I said, snuggling farther into him. I put his hands slightly under my waistband to where my cramps were and he just stroked my skin, soothing me. I leaned my head back into his chest and stole a kiss,causing him to chuckle.
“Love you.” I said.
“And I love you princess. Forever and always.”
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I suppose this is the part where I introduce myself, even though I’m sure everyone knows my name already. I’m Mason McCarthy and I’m a sophomore at Carmel High where I’m a member of Ohio’s raddest show choir, Vocal Adrenaline. Oh, and before you’re going to come for me for saying that because of Vocal Adrenaline’s defeat to the Warblers last year, I’m just going to tell you now that such an humiliating loss will never happen again. Not now our previous coach has been replaced with the one and only Mr. Jesse St James himself, winner of four consecutive National titles in show choir and also the fact that I’m going to be the new male lead this year now that our previous one got kicked out of school. Mr. St James made us all join this Tumblr website, something about ‘keeping your enemies close and your competition even closer’. I guess there must be some logic to that if he says so.
I can totally imagine that the members of less cool and talented show choirs would love to follow me back and send me fanmail. I say feel free to do so, but you must be dreaming if you think I’m going to leak any of my amazing performance ideas on my blog.
• undyne cannot sing to save her life but she can dance like no one else. alphys is just the opposite; she’s really good at singing but she has two left feet. they end up coaching each other and whoops alphys falls in love with the way undyne moves and undyne wants to fall asleep to alphys’s voice every night
• undyne also coaches papyrus even though she knows it’s. kind of a lost cause. but she encourages him to join crew and surprise surprise he becomes crew captain almost immediately afterwards
• sans is also in crew and even though he comes off as kinda lazy he puts a lot of effort into making sure all the props get where they need to go, everyone’s on stage in time, et cetera. it’s one of few things he can bring himself to try for. he’d deny it but it makes him feel needed and he’d never quit, no matter how aggravating it might be sometimes
• monsterkid, frisk, and asriel are all Good Buds and they’re all in the junior high choir and it’s. such a bad choir. but people always cheer for them anyways and they never get past second runner up but they’re still really happy about it anyway because the audience is always cheering for them
• the choir director was apprehensive about letting mk in at first bc he got no arms but after seeing him audition and frickin ROCK the same leg moves other star dancers couldn’t get down there was no question about it
• the choir director always orders two different outfits for frisk- one masculine, one feminine- just for whichever they might be feeling that day.
• (she didn’t used to do this due to budget cuts but then mettaton found out and made an “”“"anonymous”“”“ donation to ensure frisk would have both for the next seven years they might be in choir)
• omg speaking of mettaton
• mettaton is the dance captain (alphys is the vocal captain) and you can tell he puts his whole heart into his dancing and singing and e v e r y t h i n g like. wow.
• he’s often on the floor or the first riser when he dances and he always has the best facials and he’s not supposed to wear makeup onstage but he always puts on some subtle lip gloss and a thin line of eyeliner just to stand out (as if he doesn’t already)
• he’s also always in the front row of seats and cheering for whoever’s performing bc he believes in Sportsmanship and he’s always very polite to those he’s competing with
•…unless they talk shit about his choir or anyone in it. but people aren’t usually rude about metta or frisk’s choirs anymore. not since The Incident.
• pls i love show choir aus and this fandom has so many aus can this please be one of them