#hoizer called me and asked me so

[rosalinesurvived]

I freaking love this scene so much, you dont even know. Its so heartmeltingly cute: they’re discovering his powers together! They’re in on the secret together!!! Mason being presumably the first person to actually, seriously just reach out to Corey, just some feeling of warmth. Its what Corey probably needed so much after losing Lucas in such a way, not to mention his parents. No wonder he fell so hard

Its also so much fun to compare this scene to the Liam-Mason Gym Scene in Season 4 Episode 5, just the contrasts.. *chef’s kiss*

[roxxeatzgravel]

Introduction

Hey! I haven’t done a proper introduction soo here we are

Basic info

Name: Roxx

Age: 14

Gender: Genderfluid Nonbinary

Pronouns: They/it (my persona uses He/Him)

Sexuality: Butch Lesbian

Nationality (and ethnicity): Canadian, Scandinavian + Plains Cree

Realationship: QP w/@rainbowfriendsfanatic

Funfacts about me!!! I kin Roxie Richter

I kin Queen Barb

I make a lot of sex jokes (puberty is a bitch)

Please use tone tags when talking to me

I’m a Aquarius I use the term faggot and dyke a lot (I am queer)

I am Butch

Rare-pairs are my passion

I would like to go on T (Testosterone) one day

Sometimes I feel like a fem queen ❤️❤️

If ur my moot I’m gunna call u pookie

My other socials

Basic DNI:

Pro/comshippers

Facists and Homophobes

Kink blogs (y’all cool I guess but still I’m under the age of consent)

Full on porn blogs fuck off

Wallycest/Applecest

Individual DNI

18+ accs (nsfw or kink shit)

Wallaby/Barnly antis please block me so you don’t have to see my content

“Male” lesbians FUCK RIGHT OFF NOW

Transphobes feel like this one’s self explanatory

Gold star lesbians

Christans (love y’all just pls)

Asexual and Aromantic deniers

Racists.

Cishets love you guys just this blog is for the gays

Julie x Wally shippers (simply dislike the ship nothing against y’all)

Fujoshis y’all gross me out

Do interact

Lesbians pls

LGBTQ2SA+

Neurodivergent people

People underneath the Trans umbrella

Wallaby/Barnly fans

Cringe people

Other minors

Fellow Sapphics and NMLNM

Barnaby enjoyers

Poppy kissers

Jewish people y’all are safe here ♥️

Neo pronoun users

Trans trenders (people who identify with a gender under the trans umbrella but don’t feel gender dysphoria)

Neo gender users

Therians and furrys ♥️ I love you guys y’all are cool asf

Beginner artists

Two spirit lesbians

Trans woman Howdy truthers (I’ll die on this fucking hill I swear)

butch lesbian enjoyers

butch4femme enthusiasts

Huntlow enthusiasts

Roxie richter fans!!

Platonic Julie and Wally fans

Fandoms Im in

Romeo + Juliet (1996)

scott pilgrim (SPTO specifically)

Welcome home

The owl house (I’m only here for huntlow and Eda)

One piece

Strange Hill High

Tf2

DHMIS

Spiderverse

Warrior cats

RTC (Ride the cylcone)

Trolls (I am cringe but I’m free)

Music and Artists I enjoy

Rio Romeo

Cosmo sheldrake

Felix Colgrave

Sparkbird

ICP

Sodikken

sorry mom

Mitski

MSI (I don’t support the lead singer)

The crane wives

Sufjan Stevens

Megan Nash

The oozes

Hoizer

Will Wood

@winslow-arts

Myself

All of my moots

Dana Terrace

Ships I rly rly like

Wallaby (obvi)

Roxie x Kim (SPTO)

Ragatha x Pomni

Howdy x Poppy aka Powdy (trans fem howdy bb)

Frank x Eddie

Josuyasu (I love these dumbasses)

Julie x Sally

Huntlow (they have consumed my mind)

Barnaby x Wally x Frank x Eddie

Barb x Poppy (theyre so yuriful)

Tybalt x Romeo (doomed yaoi my fave)

Viva x Clay (I don’t ship broppy)

Branch x king trollex

More to come

Boundaries

I am comfortable with:

KYS jokes if we’re moots

Calling the characters I draw stinky as a joke

Suggestive and gore content of my AUs/Characters (u can tag me if u want idgaf)

NSFW content being created of the Trad Goth Wally AU same thing with the thriller AU (do not tag me)

Fics of my characters and AUs that have sexual elements (do tag me in fics but add a warning if it is suggestive or has sexual elements)

I am not comfortable with:

Being referred to w/ primarily She/Her pronouns

Calling the characters I draw sexy or sexualizing them

People DMing me (unless they are my moot or it’s for comms)

NSFW asks

Flirting w/me (unless I know you irl or we’re moots or you’re butch 😍😍)

Bye! Please be kind!

[carniv0reev]

ezekiel’s intro post !!

general !

hellooo you can call me zeke if you’d like! i’m 19 and trans, i go by he/him pronouns and i am homosexual. i am currently single so feel free to flirt with me genuinely or just playfully lol.

interest !

warrior cats, true crime, wings of fire, avatar, atla, the legend of korra, jjba, mha, demon slayer, american horror story, supernatural, marvel, the arcane, godzilla, jurassic world, chucky, dsmp, the boys, star wars, stranger things. lord of the things|the hobbit, the walking dead, beastars, danganronpa, detroit become human, attack on titan, saiki k, fnaf, the conjuringverse, dinosaurs, insects, marine biology.

i loveee alice in chains, mitski, nine inch nails, ALEX G, the cure, the smiths, the neighborhood, modern baseball, current joys, imagine dragons, LORD HURON, DEFTONES, black sabbath, kings of leon, tame impala, 21 savage, odetari, the weekend, lana del ray, billie eilish, weezer, pantera, adrianne lenker, tyler the creator, hoizer, artic monkeys, melanie martinez, mother mother, childish gambino, glass animals, missio, unlike pluto, barns courtney, local natives. that’s all i’ll put for now

boundaries/triggers !

i honestly don’t get triggered so i can say i have no triggers, and it’s hard to upset me. all i ask is to not joke too harshly about me and my interest, just treat me how you’d want to be treated. don’t disrespect me.

obviously don’t flirt with me if you’re a minor LOL we can be friends ofc just no flirting bc that’s just weird

other things

i am a inf/tj, i say that bc i get both whenever i take tests LMAOO. im a questioning osdd system, im a capricorn.

i’m very adhd my memory isn’t always the best bare with me, but please talk to me about your interest!! i love to hear it, and i know people always want to share their interest with others.

i have my own fish tank and a blue tongued skink named dune !!

[jaytohell]

✰intro post✰

hi! i’m jay, and i’ve never used tumblr before so bare with me as i know the formatting of this will probably be very bad!

[basic info] > anyway, hello! i’m jay. i’m an artist, a writer, a reader, and a connoisseur of dead fandoms. i’m neurodivergent and have anxiety, so please be kind and patient when interacting with me. i am genderfluid and i do not care for pronouns, please call me whatever, i do not mind. i am biracial, black and white, and am very proud of who i am and i am comfortable in my identity :). i am also in a happy relationship of a little more than a year with my beautiful, sweet girlfriend.

[interests] > i am interested in a shit ton of things, and i probably won’t remember all of them, but im going to damn well try!

my interest include:

✰media: voltron legendary defender, minecraft, stardew valley, spiderverse, minecraft diaries, genshin impact, the last of us, hazbin hotel, helluva boss, the owl house, lego monkie kid, sally face, the folk of the air series, and the hunger games

✰activties: drawing, writing, reading, playing video games, hanging with my girlfriend, sleeping, oc creation, watching my silly little shows

✰music: taylor swift, panic at the disco (do not support urie...), arctic monkies, nirvana, chase atlantic, hoizer, rihanna, beyoncé, melanie martinez, the neighborhood, hamilton, heathers, epic: the musical, ride the cyclone, and many more my taste is all over the place

[dni and boundaries ]

[list] > basic dni (racist, anti-lgbtq+, terfs, pedophiles, etc.), proshippers, anti palestine/pro israel, any extreme gore/horror, people who hate on ships for no reason, people who hardcore believe in “cringe culture”, rude people

[boundaries] > absolutely under no circumstances should anyone flirt or make any sexual/romantic advances towards me; it makes me very uncomfortable, messages are okay just don’t be rude, use tone tags if able to (especially when it comes to sarcasm), do not ask for personal information, do not trauma dump unless i say it’s okay, but still don’t go too deep into it, and simply stop if you’re doing something that makes me uncomfortable and i tell you that

anyway, that’s it for my intro post! i don’t know how often i’ll be using this app but i might share my writing/drabbles, or whatever shit come to mind.

✰thank you for reading✰

[devourable]

it’s been WAY too long since i’ve done this- i got locked out of my acc and wasn’t able to get back in until now. i was gonna ask you how you were doing right after asks were opened up again but i couldn’t.

anyways, how are you doing?? i want to check in and make sure you’re doing alright. i know it’s been a week or two since that disgusting request but i want to make sure. also how are you doing in general?? i hope you’re doing good!!

-hoizer anon <3

it's nice to see you again bubba <3333!!!

i'm doing real well actually! my living situation's improved massively so ill be able to work less hours and focus on my projects a bit more. i have some cool stuff planned but i dunno when i'll talk ab it here lol. i didn't mean to disappear for a bit but can't wait to start posting again 🫶

honestly i stopped thinking ab that ask ages ago so genuinely dont worry about it lmfao. its hard to rly upset me via anonymous asks but i do get annoyed and am incapable of letting shit slide so i'll still call it out when it happens lmfao. so we're all good! i hope you've been well too <3

[iidasman]

✧*•.:*.• how the main boys would react to you blasting your favorite song in the car

notes: i don't normally write my own input but i live for this prompt and i love writing for it (and yall better blow this tf up i spent way too much time figuring out how to write for todoroki </3)

requested?: no.

warnings: swearing, caps lock

wc: n/a

midoriya would be concerned-? not so much that, he would be wondering why you need to yell so loud, more so.

(song - love by keyshia cole)

• he loves you

• he really does but

• pretty please stop yelling </3

• hes around katsuki all the time, so youd think hed be used to it, but he isnt used to driving with a katsuki clone screaming "NEVER KNEW WHAT I WAS MISSING, BUT I ONEW ONCE WE START KISSIN'-" his ears cant handle it

• once he gets in the car with you more, he gets used to it!

• and he will totally ask you to turn it down if it gets to be too much for him :)

• but the convos you both have while the musics blasting are so funny LMAO

"n-NAme-?? NAME! WHATS THIS SONG CALLED? HUH?? GOOD WHAT??"

bakugō would definitely sing with you, no matter the song.

• i hc that he either loves heavy metal or just like 2014 myspace mcr type bands

• he would scream with you 100%

• all the cars around you would be so worried

"hey- hey y/n, put that one song on? the one by skillet or whatever. yeah, that one."

• IF YOU HAD THE BAKUSQUAD WITH YOU THE MUSIC WOULD BE AMAZING

• minas playing pop songs everyone knows the words to, while sero and kaminari are playing stupid good songs like all star

• kirishima just vibes in the backseat

• when a simple plan or all-american rejects song comes on youll hear bakugō screaming and smiling to all the words

"YO N/N, ONCE THIS SONGS OVER, ITS YOUR TURN TO PICK ONE, GOT IT? PICK A GOOD ONE."

todoroki would be so confused, but hed softly sung along with you.

• why did you have to scream the song at full volume??

• why not just play it at a normal volume-?

• he doesn't necessarily mind it, he would just rather you put the windows down if you did blast your music

• he gets butterflies when he sees you so happy singing your favorite songs

• seeing you happy just

• UGH it makes him so happy too

• if you played one of those catchy "sad" songs like be alright by dean lewis, he would sing with you

• thats the only time he actually knows the words bc hes an edgy teen leave him alone

denki would be the one to scream the lyrics with you.

(song - dont stop me now by queen)

• loves singing with you!!!

• whether its outside the door while youre doin something in the other room, or blasting music in your/his car!

• it puts him over the moon to see you so carefree and happy

• doesnt really mind the noise, because he blasted his music even before he met you!

• even if its a super short trip to, say, the grocery store, he loves playing metallica and queen with you

• he would sing in such an annoying voice until the parts he could scream came on pls

"tonigght~ im gonna have mySELLLF A REALL GOOD TIME"

• he may or may not use his quirk to turn the music up a little,,,

kirishima is like a mix of kaminari and midoriya. he doesnt hate the music, but if its on like.. not full volume hes ok with it!

• he wont let you play songs he doesnt know, vise versa

• not bc he doesnt want you to play songs you like, he just wants to sing with you!!

• most of the time that rule doesnt exist if its a more happy song

• he would absolutely love hoizer?? hozier? idk but eijiro would live for his music

• ooh maybe mitski too?

• either way, he wants to shout the lyrics with you versus just sitting there and nodding his head

• kirishima would let you take the lead vocals though like

• if there was ever a part in the song where there was no bg music and it was just vocals, yknow those kinds of songs??

"yo, n/n! do you know that one song? i think it was by a dude named hozier?"

iida would not let you unless it was your car.

• IM SO SORRY IIDA FANS

• BUT HE WOULDNT

• he would just turn it down slowly,,, or just not let you put music on at all-

• mf would listen to elevator music or just bone at all-

• if you were driving in your car, however

• obvi yk he doesnt really enjoy the loud aspect of your music, so please turn it down for him

sero would love blasting music with you!

• so bc the mha fandom has collectively headcannoned sero as latino, he would love introducing you to his music (if you arent latino, too!)!!!

• if you arent latino or just dont listen to their cultures music, please please please show him your music

• even if its your favorite fandoms music like anime ops or game osts!! he lives hearing new stuff and learning abt it :)

• also! he loves when you sing his music!

• *disclaimer i dont know anything abt latino culture, so please tell me if these lyrics are wrong-*

"once de la noche en san salvador, el salvador,"

• its his favorite thing ever to sing with you fr

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[aza-stanford]

Like Real People Do

Draco Malfoy x gn!reader

Kinda Based off “Like Real People Do” by Hozier but not really

Warning: none, I think he cusses once. I don’t think I used (she/her) pronouns but I can’t remember. Pansy kinda being rude

Not that long

This is my first time writing a fic ever. If you see an error please be nice and let me know. Enjoy!

I just about had it. I was tired and worn out. I was walking into the Slytherin common room to go see my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, for a little bit. It’s been a rough week and I didn’t want to have to deal with Pansy and her little goons calling me names and saying how Draco is just dating me because he feels sorry for me. “You don’t deserve him” or “You’re his little toy, he’ll throw you out when he finds something shiny and new. What they don’t know is that Draco and I have been together four months before we told them.

My feet are hitting every step with a thump as I drag my feet to Draco’s dorm. Since he’s a prefect he gets his own dorm so we don’t have to worry about his friends making rude comments about me while I’m in the room.

Tap tap tap

“Who is it?”

“It’s me Draco, can I come in”

The door swings open to a tired looking, yet somehow in a good mood Draco. “You don’t need to ask. How was your day darling?”

“It was good.” I lied with a fake smile plastering my face. Thankfully he didn’t notice. He started rambling about quidditch practice and how Crabbe almost fell off his broom. No wonder he looked so tired, quidditch always wears him out. I sat there pretending to be captivated by his story when I was barely half listening. My mind was crowded with other thoughts. I had officially hit that point of the year where I was just worn out. I hit my wall and I was unmotivated.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

That’s when it hit me, my walls came crashing down and before I knew what I was doing, I was a sobbing mess on Draco’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so tired and Pansy is being mean again. I just need a break.”

Draco wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. It was almost everything I needed. Usually it is everything I would need, but in this moment it wasn’t enough. I needed something a bit more. I needed an escape.

“I got you a surprise. Well kinda” Draco interrupted me from my thoughts. My eyes follow him as he pulls out a vinyl of my favorite song “Like Real People Do” by Hoizer. I already own this record so why would he buy it for me again?

“Thank you Draco, I love it.”

“Now I know what you’re thinking, but this isn’t for you. It’s for me.”

“What are you getting at Malfoy?”

Draco got up and pulled the record out of its case and placed it on his player. The song’s slow beat starts to fill the room.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re sad, it’s my job as your boyfriend to make you happy when you’re sad.”

Just then Draco spins me into his arms. We sway for awhile until that sway turns to slow dancing.

Every few beats he spins me and kisses the top of my head. Throughout the song he hums to it. That small gesture was enough to show that he cared. It was a muggle song, he'd never heard it before I showed it to him. He learned the words for me. He didn’t know all of it but throughout the song he would hum little “why were you digging”, “In some sad way I already know” and “we should just kiss like real people do.” My heart was soaring. I felt so much comfort and so much love in those three minutes and nineteen seconds that I thought that moment would last a lifetime.

As the song slows down that the chorus was sung for the last time, Draco spins me once more. He gently tilts my chin up and looks me in the eyes. He then brought his lips to mine in a slow, passionate kiss.

“You are my light in this darkness. The only reason I haven’t shut everyone out and dropped out of this shitty excuse of a school is because of you. I love you y/n.”

“I love you too Draco. I love you so much” As the song replayed we swayed again. This time just holding each other close.

[sheep-and-lykos]

Struggles: Bigby Wolf x Deputy!Reader

ngl that gif has me feeling certain moods if you know what i mean

Song Choice: Cherry Wine - Hoizer

Despite that it had happened centuries ago, the problem always seemed to manifest itself and show the ugly side to the situation. Even centuries of forcing it away, snuffing out his senses with cheap cigarettes that burn his nose dry to the point of bleeding and alcohol that does nothing but numb his mind to the whispers and taunts of what laid inside if him, Bigby never really showed his struggle with what was inside of him.

You had only heard of him losing his mind and going complete ape shit during the whole Crooked Man ordeal, when bloody Mary and the Tweedles ganged up on him in an alley by the Puddin' & Pie. That had resulted in the death of one of the twins, you couldn't remember which one nor did you really care.

But he had always been kept on a very tight, very short leash ever since you had all been forced from your homes. It was tough for him, agonizing as he had to learn what it was like to be... well, what he is now.

It was a mistake, you had heard Cole say to Snow as you came to drop off some paperwork. You honestly had no idea how Bigby had came to be what he is today, you had assumed it was just another glamour that most Fables had to get. But to your shock, you listened in by the closed door.

'I'm starting to doubt that the werewolf blood in Bigby's system is not a good idea anymore,' King Cole had said.

You narrowed your eyes and held the folder closer to you. You had decided enough was enough and you would ask Bigby what they meant by it. They said nothing when you knocked and walked in like you never heard anything.

But even as you stood in Bigby's apartment, he lit up a cigarette and laid against the cushions of his chair.

"In order for me to become Sheriff here, King Cole and Snow made a plan to stab me with a blade covered in werewolf's blood so I wouldn't need a glamour."

"And that's why you have those other forms?"

He nodded, puffing out a cloud of smoke.

That conversation sat in the back of your mind since then. But now, it seemed to haunt you. Both of you, really.

You both were starting to learn that Bigby, in fact, needed a glamour and not fucking blood in his system and whatever shit witches gave to Cole and Snow hundreds of years ago.

Bigby had told you that when it first happened, it only really started out with anger and fits of rage, times he would black out and wake up in the woods naked. And then as time progressed, he slowly was able to control himself and resist his urges, however, he was made a slave to the full moon every month until he was able to resist that too.

But now, neither of you know why it's starting to happen, but Bigby was starting to react to the full moons once more. It was just minor changes at first, neither of you noticed until Snow had walked in with a call. Bigby's teeth had a point to them, sharper than usual.

The next full moon, his facial hair had seemed to grow in thicker. Bigby usually shaves twice a day - once when he wakes up and once before he passes out - but despite just shaving nearly three hours ago, you had arrived back to work to see him scratching at thick and dark stubble.

The next full moon, his arms and chest had followed suit with his facial hair, set thicker and longer.

Then his temper had flared up the next full moon. It nearly turned violent when Bluebeard decided it would be a good idea to tempt fate and poke a sleeping bear... well, in this case, it would be a wolf. Bigby had him by the collar of his shirt, snarling, wolfish features quickly and easily sprouting without a second thought.

And now, you stood outside his door, wondering if you should really be here right now. You knew he was in there, Snow had told you so when you came back to the office to see it was locked up with Bigby nowhere to be seen.

Should you really be here? He probably wants to be left alone...

You could spot the lights were on under the door and you could hear him lumber around his apartment building, cursing to himself and groaning.

But he was your partner, and you knew he knew you were out here. If he didn't want you here, he would have made that apparent by now.

You raised a hand to knock on the door, shocking yourself when you found it unlocked and slowly opening upon each knock. You slowly pushed it open further, poking your head into his apartment.

Your body chilled. For once, it didn't overwhelmingly smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol like it did the last few full moons, but it smelled cleaner... at least as clean as it could be. Bigby was not in his living room nor the bathroom when you peered over to the door, and rarely did Bigby ever go to his bedroom.

All that was left was the kitchen.

You slowly opened the door just enough to slip through, eyeing the kitchen through the archway to still as you saw him standing there.

Broad back to you, hulking weight barely contained by the tight clothing from earlier, you could spy a mixture of ash and russet hair poking above the collar of his shirt as well as what was exposed of his forearms and hands. His shoes had been ditched by the kitchen archway, you spied his feet had now become very hair with long black claws at the end of each toe.

"Bigby?"

He barely turned his head to look at you over his shoulder in acknowledgment, softly gasping when his acidic yellow eyes practically froze you in place from where you stood in his living room. Even in their majestic beauty, you could still feel the tension radiating off of him. He was a dangerous man when pushed far enough, but you knew - despite the werewolf blood coursing through his veins - that he was struggling to stay Bigby.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

I finally saw the spoilers and *hands clasped* Please Have Sypha Pegging Trevor

Ask: I finally saw the spoilers and *hands clasped* Please Have Sypha Pegging Trevor

A/N: UH-HUH THIS IS SOME GOOD SHIT RIGHT HERE. AMEN. PRAISE HOIZER. Okay, anyway… here we go. (Wrote this in present tense, for some reason? Idk. Bonus points for listening to this [x] “Dinner and Diatribes” - Hoizer.

Oh and if this prompt interests you, you just HAVE to read TheTurtleFromHell’s “Tender Lovin’”. Like seriously, it’s 100% better than anything I could dish out, so go check it out, leave kudos, and a comment!

Sypha Pegs Trevor Headcanons:

●     Okay so you definitely know that Sypha was the one to initiate sex the first time. Like S2 ends with Sypha basically saying ‘I like you, you big dummy’ & Trevor saying ‘I guess we can travel and keep fighting monsters together’. SHE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU LOVABLE DOOFUS!

●     I’m fairly certain she’s a couple years younger than Trevor, that or she managed to grow up with a healthy childhood and supportive family all the way into her adult life. This makes her much more positive and energetic. She’s the one who’s super excited about fighting monsters and evil whereas Trevor sees it as this huge weight on his back. His family’s legacy used to be a source of pride and sense of justice in his eyes, but after defeating Dracula and meeting people like Sypha and Alucard, he’s not so sure about anything anymore. He’s in a transition, and it’s for the better- something Sypha actually mentions in the last episode of S2. “It’s good for you too,” she says. And she’s right.

●     Because she’s so in tune with both her and her partner’s emotional state, she probably picks up before he does, that he’s got a bit of a thing for being… ah, ‘taken care of’ (AKA dominated). She’s going to bring it up to him in one of two ways: 1) Teasingly: similar to the way she calls him her ‘brain damaged servant’ or ‘pet bear mascot’- it’s all in good jest. OR 2) Seductively- bats her big blue eyes, straddles him, and says ‘Pleaaase’. (How anyone could say no to that woman under even non-sexual circumstances is beyond me. Trevor knows it too.)

●     For the sake of the following drabble; let’s say she mainly goes the second route, with a dash of the first mixed in.

●     At first, Trevor’s hesitant. Yes, he trusts Sypha, he’s heard of this before. But does that mean he’s ready to try it?

●     After some very (embarrassing) factual speeches from Sypha about different sexual practices across cultures, he finally relents and opens up to talking about it.

●     With reassurance from Sypha about all his questions, and some serious thinking on his part, he agrees. They can try it. Sypha’s more excited than he is, that’s for sure. But she makes it her goal to make the whole experience as pleasurable for Trevor as possible.

They start out as they normally do, her straddling his waist, with him lying flat on his back. She waits until he’s nice and hard before riding him for a bit, and just before he’s about to finish, she pulls off and pushes his hands back to ensure he can’t finish himself off.

At first, he tenses. He’s not used to feeling vulnerable in this way. I mean, yes obviously, there’s a level of vulnerability when he has sex with Sypha, but that wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before. This was completely uncharted territory, and as far as he knew, was fairly taboo (considering the time and location).

But then Sypha traces a lubed finger around the ring of his ass, and well, it doesn’t feel bad per se, so he says she can keep going.

She continues with her finger, easing in, centimeter by centimeter, and waits for Trevor’s grunt of approval before moving in deeper. Once her finger is all the way in, she pulls it out before inching back in, aiming at a bit higher angle than the first time, and…

“Fuck, Sypha!” Yep, that’s the spot. She keeps easing out and in, mindful to brush against his prostate every once and awhile; of course, she makes sure to keep him guessing when she’s going to do it again. He’s panting and writhing against the bed when she pulls away momentarily. Trevor groans.

“Why’d you stop? Felt good.”

“Because silly,” Sypha would walk over to where she had a harness and dildo hidden in her bag. “I need to get dressed.”

“Dressed?” Trevor asks, not bothering to look up. “Isn’t that the opposite of what you do when-, ohh,” he trails off, having finally glanced up to see his girlfriend strapping a harness onto herself. “And what is that?”

“It’s the harness,” Sypha answered.

“Mhm,” Trevor hums. “And just where did you get it?”

“From the beltmaker,” she replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Wait, the beltmaker, here? In this town?” Sypha hums an affirmative.

“Oh my god. We need to leave. Tomorrow. First thing in the morning.”

Sypha merely giggles in response. “Don’t be embarrassed, it wasn’t the first order he’d received like this.”

“Really? You’re telling me those people we ran into on our way in, are much more depraved and indulgent than the self-righteous people they pretend to be?”

“Most people are,” Sypha gathered. “Most cultures don’t advertise their sex lives.”

“The church would certainly have a field day with that,” Trevor jokes.

“Mhm,” Sypha murmurs in his ear, trailing one last line of kisses down his neck. “Not that you care about that.”

Trevor snorts. “It’s a bit late to start caring now.”

Sypha smiles, a bright warm smile that makes Trevor feel all warm and bubbly inside. It was amazing how just a simple look could make him melt; even after all they’ve been through. “Are you ready?” She asks him. He nods.

“Just go… slow,” is all the instruction Trevor gives, before laying back to let Sypha do her thing.

And so she begins. She maneuvers his legs so that he’s bent at the knee, with his feet raised up enough to let her slide her harness under them. Covering the glass dildo so it’s nice and slick, she guides the tip to press against the pucker of his hole. Gingerly, she rubs her magically heated palms on the back of his thighs, as a way to reassure him. She can feel the shaking in his thighs, his apprehension. But Sypha doesn’t want him to be anxious; she wants him to feel good.

“Trevor,” she speaks softly, “Do you trust me?” She asks.

“More than anything,” he answers. And he’s telling the truth. More than the Church, more than people, possibly even more than God if he was being honest. He trusted Sypha to have his back- no matter the road; he knew that she would be right there, by his side through it all.

“Talk to me,” she encourages, “Tell me how you feel.” And slowly, but surely, she eases the head of the dildo in.

“Hng,” Trevor hisses momentarily before drawing a deep breath.

“Okay?” Sypha checks.

“Okay,” Trevor sighs. “Please…”

“Please, what?” Sypha teases, pushing in further.

“Sypha,” Trevor chokes out. “More please.” And Sypha obliges. She builds up a steady rhythm: in, out, in, out, in, out…

“Fuck!” Trevor practically shouts when Sypha pushes up against that spot again. “Sypha,” he whines. “I’m…” he trails off, gripping the bed sheets in his hands.

“Trevor,” Sypha moans, “Hold my hands,” she instructs, and reaches up to take his palms in her. “Look at me, look into my eyes as you finish.”

Trevor’s practically on the verge of tears with how new and good everything feels. “Sypha,” he sobbed. “God, I love you, I love you, I love you,” he keeps repeating those three words as if in prayer. “Sypha, I love you. Sypha. Oh Fuck!” He cries one last time, hips bucking up as he finds his release.

Sypha waits for his thighs to stop trembling before easing out. She unhooks the harness and finds it a much easier process than strapping on. Placing it carefully on the foot of the bed, she crawls back up to lay beside her lover.

Together they sit in silence for a few moments, just listening to each other’s breathing, to each other’s heartbeat. Sypha is the first to break the silence.

“So…?” She prods.

“So.” Trevor rasps. “Good.”

“Good?”

“Amazing, actually.” Trevor adds. Sypha looks at him expectantly.

“So….?” She prompts once more.

“So,” Trevor concludes, “You were right.”

“I told you,” Sypha says snuggling into his side, “I am a Speaker. I know many things.”

Trevor starts to chuckle, but is interrupted with a kiss. He responds eagerly, tenderly kissing back the only woman he could ever imagine doing something like this with. The only woman he’s ever met that was more than capable of not only putting him in his place but of building him back up as well.

“I don’t think the Speakers go over this sort of stuff,” Trevor teases back.

“Are you a Speaker?” Sypha challenges. “How would you know?”

Trevor shrugs. “No, I guess I wouldn’t. But I do know one thing,” he muses.

“Oh, really? And what’s that?” Sypha inquires.

“I love you, Sypha.”

“And I love you. Even if you smell more often than not.” Trevor snorts.

“Oh come on. I know you like my smell.” Trevor reveals.

“Maybe,” she admits.

“Knew it.”

“It’s just very…. You.”

“Mhm, and this,” Trevor gestures to their current state. “This is all very us.”

“Us?” Sypha echoes.

“Belnades and Belmont,” Trevor quips, “Ride once again.”

[storytellerssanctum]

Petals & Thorns - chapter 10/?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x oc

Warnings: heavy mentions of abuse

Word count: 2.6k

SONG OF THE CHAPTER - take me to church • hoizer

"You are pathetic!" His words hit her hard. She quivered at the sound. Not once in her life had she ever been called that. "You were the one who wanted to fix this, yet you continue to be the problem!" The echoes bounced off the astronomy tower walls. This is where they came to fight. It was secluded, so nobody would hear. Not many people travelled up to that part of the castle. She cowered at his raised hand as he shouted. "All I do is cater to you, love you, and you can't even show a bit of respect to me." His volume lowered as he finished.

"Adrian, if you'd let me explain-"

"You don't have to explain anything! I know exactly what kind of person you are. As soon as I turn my back, you're all over Marcus like he's the one who has to put up with you all of the time!" Tears had fallen down her face, but not at his anger. They were tears of pain at the belittlement she was feeling. Adalinda had never felt as small as she did in that moment. She was shivering in fear. "And you're sitting here crying like you're the victim!"

"I wasn't 'all over' Marcus! I was helping him with his homework!" She raised herself, finding a power to fight back. She would not stand and be punished by a man with no power. "You just can't stand the thought of me talking to another boy!" A slap sounded in the room. It was so powerful it knocked her off her feet, but her physical shock could not match the mental stun it gave her. She was on the floor, placing gentle fingers to her sensitive cheek. She could taste blood in her mouth. It was like everything in the room froze. As soon as his hand came in contact with her, she could only think of the gentle touch of Fred Weasley. She thought about how he never could even dream of laying an angry hand on her.

"Adalinda, I am so, so sorry." Adrian was down by her side within seconds. She stared blankly past him, looking at a wall on the other side of the room. She picked a focal point so she wouldn't cry any more than she already had. "I didn't mean to, it was a mistake." He pleaded, trying to get her attention. Her ears were abuzz with ringing. Her face ached. "I love you, and I would never want to hurt you. I didn't mean to." He repeated himself. Her eyes left the far wall and settled on his face. "I was angry and I let myself slip."

"Do you have any idea what you've just done?" She whispered. He could barely hear the words.

"Please, Addy. I didn't mean to do that. My temper got the best of me, I swear it'll never happen again." She was choked up. Her words were caught in her throat. She had so much she wanted to say, but no energy to speak them. How would she hide the mark on her face? Makeup only went so far. She wanted to run, to turn around and never speak to him again. She wanted to hit back, to draw her wand on him. She did none of these things.  "Talk to me, please." He begged. She wasn't angry. She felt an enveloping feeling of numbness. Her cheek throbbed as she sat.

"I don't have anything to say."

"Yell at me, cry, do something!" He was frantic. He was only afraid of Adalinda when she was quiet. She wanted to do this, but she sat still instead. Her fathers booming voice sounded in her ears. The lectures of how she needed to be with Adrian, how she had to love him despite her true feelings. She wasn't sure how much longer she could pretend. This had been the first time he hit her, but she was positive it wouldn't be the last.

"I want to forget it happened." She said, finally.

"Are... are you breaking up with me?" He had tears in his eyes now. She clenched her teeth at the sound of the question. She didn't answer. "Addy, please." He took her hands into his own. They were still crowded together on the floor.

"No," She said, her tone hard. "But I want you to leave me alone for the rest of the day." She ordered.

"Please, Ad, I'll do anything to make it up to you."

"Then leave me be for right now." She snapped.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, a tear falling from his eyes. She still had to stay with him. As bad she wanted to leave, to turn away from him, she was stuck worshiping him and all of his lies at the hands of tradition. She felt like she was losing her religion by simply looking at him. Still, she gave him a bleak nod. He pressed his mouth to her bloodstained lips. The act held no love. It was merely a contact of skin. When he pulled away, she didn't meet his eyes. It would have hurt her further, knowing she couldn't look up to see Fred's eyes. She was in pain and she wanted him there to help, to make her feel better. Instead, she was stuck in a room with a venomous excuse for a boy. "I'll see you later?" He asked, hopefully. She nodded once more, and he left her there. She sat on the floor for a period of mourning. She grieved the fact she would never be able to experience true happiness. The glimpses she caught with Fred were fading away at the hands of the abuse she was enduring.

It was a mental torture to be in a relationship with Adrian. She knew with him in her life, she'd never have a worthwhile existence. She wanted to let him go, to embrace the relationship that was blossoming between her and Fred. If she did so, things would be worse than they were now. She was staying in her position to protect who she really cared for. When she was sure he was gone for good, she pulled her knees to her chest, letting out a wail of agony. She felt like her life was falling apart. She rested her forehead on her legs as she let her tears flow. She wasn't afraid of anyone catching her crying. They'd find out what had happened in this room in the days to come. If she couldn't cover the purple marks on her face, everyone would see what was happening behind closed doors.

Footsteps creaked up the stairs. She didn't bother looking over to the door, afraid she would catch the eyes of her boyfriend. "Addy?" The person called. "Addy, what happened?" Her brother rushed to her side, kneeling before her. Draco had never seen her cry before. Maybe once when they were much younger, or a single tear every now and again, but she often didn't. Never like this, at least. He'd seen Adrian tumble from the bottom of the tower looking distraught. He figured she would be up here, and he was worried about what might have been wrong. Her words from the Yule Ball still pounded against his skull. She could only cry. She didn't have any words to answer him, so she replied with a sob. Draco couldn't see her expression. He couldn't see what secrets her face held. "Addy, please." He placed a hand on her back. He was terrified of how she was acting. He could handle her rage, her quiet anger, but this? He had no idea what to do. She sniffled and lifted her head, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

She didn't speak, she only turned to look at her sibling. What he saw caused a rage to bubble inside of him. Her lips were chapped, stained red. Her eyes were puffy and irritated. Her cheek was swollen and littered with an angry handprint. "He did this to you?" He asked softly, reaching out to push her hair from her face. "I'll kill him."

"No," she croaked. "You can't do anything to him. Dad will kill you." Another tear fell from her eye at the thought.

"I don't care what our father has to say, you don't deserve to be treated like this. Our father won't stand for it, either. He wants you to marry someone with pure blood, not someone who harms you. It doesn't matter how pure Adrian's blood is, this just isn't right." He sneered at the thought. Since the ball, the two siblings had grown closer. Not enough to talk every day, but enough to stop insulting each other. Draco was concerned after what she shared with him, and he was beginning to understand her situation after he saw the glances she stole from the Weasley boy.

"Draco, you can't." She let out another sob.

"Did he find out about Fred?" He asked. Her blood ran cold.

"Did he find you about what?" She asked, shrilly. The tears had stopped at his question, and she was trying to put on an angry mask. She wasn't sure what he meant.

"I know, Addy." He paused. "I see the looks, I see you disappearing without explanation. I saw him run after you when you left the ball. You've been different this year, ever since the night they announced the champions. I thought it was something else, but after a while I could figure it out. You're not being nice because you had a sudden change of heart. You're being nice because somebody is showing you true love and kindness." He whispered, wiping another tear from her face. She didn't believe he'd be the first one to figure it out. She didn't think he was smart enough. "I get it. I don't condone it, but if he treats you well, I can accept it. You deserve everything in the world after what Adrian's putting you through. As much as I hate to admit it, you'll never find a pure-blood wizard that would make you that happy." He kissed her forehead. "You're not as hard as you look. You crave a better life than the one our parents have given us." Her lip quivered at his words. "I want you to be happy. You are my sister. I won't tell dad, or mom. I promise. I'll take it to my grave."

"Draco, nobody can know." She cried, panic seeping into her. "If anyone finds out, we're both dead." She informed him. "Adrian was mad about something else, not that."

"I know. That's why I haven't said anything. I'm not doing it for him, I'm doing it for you." He pulled her into an embrace. He was talking about both situations. He was afraid to mention anything about what had happened that day, because he wasn't sure how badly it would affect her life. On her behalf, his mouth would stay shut. "You have to leave Adrian. He'll only do it again." Draco took his sisters good cheek in his hand.

"I can't do that. I've already told mom about how he's been treating me. They don't care. They just care about making The Dark Lord happy."

"I care, Adalinda. I care." He paused. "You can fake a relationship with anyone, it doesn't have to be with an abuser."

"Dad told me I had to be with Adrian for when he's resurrected. If I'm not, I'll be punished." Her brothers heart broke. He didn't know what to say. Instead, he pulled her into a hug.

"Come here," he pulled her into his chest. "We'll figure this out." The blue sky fell into a dark purple as the time passed. He held her there in comfort as she cried. The girl was terrified at the mess she found herself in. For once in her life, her brother was giving her a comfort nobody else could: acceptance. She expected him to yell, to disown her when he found out the truth. Instead, he was looking at it from her perspective. He knew deep down that she didn't have the morals her family stood for. When she said a racist slur, she tried to cover the hurt in her eyes with anger. She just wanted to live up to Lucius and Narcissa's standards, but she didn't have a cold heart. This year, she proved it. With the impending arrival of Voldemort, she was frantic enough to do anything to keep her true feelings a secret. She hid them well until the Gryffindor boy showed her a new world.

She sat in silence, tears falling from her eyes. The shock had worn off and now she was aching and tired. She wanted to go to sleep, to forget about everything that had happened that day. "Maybe we should get you back to the common room." Draco whispered. She gave a bleak nod. She messed with her hair so it would cover her injury, and let her brother lead her downstairs. They stopped at the bathrooms to give her a chance to wash her face and rinse her mouth. She took a long look at herself in the mirror as she did so. Her heart broke at the sight staring back at her. Not once had she ever felt so powerless, completely stripped of her name. Being with Adrian made her feel like she wasn't a Malfoy, like she didn't belong in the family.

Draco could hear her cries from inside the bathroom. Anger rose in his chest; he had no idea what to do. He wanted to hurt her boyfriend, to make him pay for what he'd done to his sister; she didn't want him to. She didn't want to risk anyone knowing she was vulnerable. She believed it would ruin her reputation if everyone knew she let someone throw her around like he did. She was scared it would make people less fearful of her and more curious. She wasn't involved in a good situation for people to be curious. Still, he wanted his sister to feel safe and protected. He didn't want her to be afraid all of the time, and he didn't want her to think Adrian could get away with what he was doing. She was scared if she let go of Adrian, her relationship with Fred may be easier to figure out, but Draco didn't care. He wanted Adrian to regret ever laying a hand on his older sister.

As Draco stood, he heard a chorus of laughter pop around the corner. He knew exactly who it belonged to. Fred Weasley and his twin brother. As they walked towards him, they gave him a snide look, expecting Draco to make a remark on their behalf. "What's this now, Snape appoint you to be the official body guard for the girls toilets?" One of the two laughed, he didn't care enough to tell which one it came from. The two chortled at their own joke, but cut themselves short when another wail of agony sounded from inside the washroom. Fred shot Draco a warning look.

"This is none of your business, Weasley." Draco shook his head, slowly. George ushered his brother away, but Fred looked back and caught the Slytherin's eyes. He wanted to know if it was Addy in the bathroom. When the ginger refused to break the glance, the girls brother nodded. Fred didn't know Draco knew about their relationship, but nearly everyone in the school knew Fred fancied her. The sixth year hoped Draco thought it was his crush giving him the sudden curiosity. A look of pain washed over his face as he saw the bleak head movement, but he had to let George carry him away. Fred knew he would ruin the charade if he ran into the bathroom to hold her, to take the pain away, so he walked the other way.

Tags: @play-morezeppelin

[askblog-with-the-vampire]

Louis, what is your opinion on "in a week" by hoizer? (Apologies if this was sent more than once, my wifi can be spotty)

Ah Friend, you have asked a music question that I can answer well, for I quite enjoy "That depressed Irishman" as Lestat calls Hozier. (And do not worry about your less than ideal internet friend, I am still so awed by this technology that I am very permissive of it's faults.)

I adore the song. There is a tranquil, melancholic beauty to most of his works that is placed directly in the forefront of "In a Week", and I truly do not believe that any other artist could make such calming sweetness of lyrics about the corpses of two lovers decomposing side by side, locked in an eternal embrace in death.

I confess I often wonder what happened to them to lead them to rest in that misty field. Was it an accident? Were they killed for a forbidden love? Did one die naturally and the other find themselves unable to live without them? Lestat thinks it was a suicide pact, though I dislike that notion.

And I suppose I should add that that song has a more.....personal element for me than it does for those of you still blessed with your mortality. Yes, you can fall asleep with a lover, and the song evokes similar feelings, but only my kind can experience and come back from the true stillness that comes when a vampire slips back into the death-like state that takes us at sunrise each day. I have slipped into that reversable death, "our heartbeats becoming slow", in my beloved Lestat's arms so many times. You can only experience that once, and you rarely come back to comment on it. And the song you have brought to me is so evocative of that moment, teetering on the edge of life but secure in the presence of love, that I cannot help but associate the two.

I must say, I have never encountered a human who seems so understanding of and compatible with our way of life that I often uncharitably and uncharacteristically wish that someone would bring Hozier into our fold and give him the dark gift. He would be extraordinary.

[purewanderlust]

Protect Your Magic (User): A Chronological Taagnus playlist

I’m really going through it, my dudes. Tracklist under the cut. Fic coming soon.

1. Get Lucky - Daft Punk

We’re up all night til the sun/we’re up all night to get some/we’re up all night for good fun/we’re up all night to get lucky

2. How to Be a Heartbreaker - Marina and the Diamonds

Rule number one is that you gotta have fun/but baby, when you’re done/you gotta be the first to run

3. Sober - Lorde

Oh god, I’m closing my teeth/around this liquor wet lime/lose my mind/I know you’re feeling it too/Can we keep up the with ruse?

4. Love Lockdown - Kanye West

I’m not loving you the way I wanted to/see I wanna move, but can’t escape from you/So I keep low, keep a secret code/So everybody else don’t have to know

5. Delicate - Taylor Swift

Is it cool that I said all that?/Is it chill that you’re in my head?/Cause I know that it’s delicate/Is it cool that I said all that?/Is it too soon to do this yet?/I know that it’s delicate

6. I Hope That I Don’t Fall In Love With You - Tom Waits

Well I hope that I don’t fall in love with you/cause falling in love just makes me blue/well the music plays and you display/your heart for me to see/I had a beer and now I hear you/calling out to me

7. I’ll Keep You Safe - Sleeping At Last

Don’t be, don’t be afraid/Our mistakes they were bound to be made/but I promise you I’ll keep you safe/I’ll keep you safe

8. i love you - Billie Eilish

What the hell did I do?/Never been the type to/Let someone see right through

9. Official - Charlie XCX

You know the shapes that my body makes/Under the sheets at 4am with you/The things we break when we’re switching positions/You know the worst of my mistakes/You understand because you made ‘em too

10. 100 Years - Florence + the Machine

Then it’s just too much/I cannot get you close enough/A hundred arms, a hundred years/you can always find me here

11. Wasteland, Baby - Hoizer

Be still, my indelible friend/You are unbreaking/Though quaking/Though crazy/That’s just wasteland, baby

12. A Song of Laughter and Forgetting - Michael Møller

Forgetting is easy, but forgetting the right parts is hard/these days without color, a silence that tears me apart

13. Where Is My Mind? - Yoav

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground/try this trick and spin it, yeah/your head will collapse/but there’s nothing in it/and you’ll ask yourself/where is my mind?

14. Nothing Without You - Vienna Teng

All my books are lying useless now/all my maps can only show me how to lose my way

15. We’ve Never Met, But Can We Have a Cup of Coffee or Something? - In Love With a Ghost

[Instrumental]

16. House of Memories - Panic at the Disco

Baby we built this house/on memories/take my picture now/shake it til you see it/and when your fantasies become your legacy/promise me a place/in your house of memories

17. Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division

When routine bites hard/and ambitions are low/and resentment rides high/but emotions won’t grown/and we’re changing our ways/taking different roads

18. Other Side - Metric

Free my mind/on with the other loves/on with the other lives/and all I want is to feel like all I got/didn’t cost me everything/even if I never win

19. Hold Me Tight Or Don’t - Fall Out Boy

I got too high again/Realized I can’t not be with you/or be just your friend/I love you to death/but I just can’t, I just can’t pretend/we were lovers first/confidants but never friends/where we ever friends?

20. How Far We’ve Come - Matchbox Twenty

It’s gone gone, baby it’s all gone/there’s no one on the corner and there’s no one at home/it was cool, it was just all cool/now it’s over for me/and it’s over for you

21. It Is What It Is - Kasey Musgraves

We’ve tried being apart/but the truth is/we are who we are/we’re so much alike/It ain’t a good thing/too dumb to give up/too stubborn to change

22. Love Will Come Through - Travis

And you stand at the crossroads/of high roads and low roads/and I’ve got a feeling it’s right/if it’s real what i’m feeling/there’s no make believing/the sound of the wings/of the flight

[the-sun-lovedd-the-moon]

21 Questions

Yay I never get asked to do these! Thank you @jessamarie-rising for tagging.

Rules: Answer 21 questions then tag 21 people you want to get to know better!

1. Nicknames: my boyfriend is literally the only person that calls me by a nickname. He will call me L or “nerm” which is what I call dogs and cute animals.

2. Height: 5’5”

3.Last movie I saw: I just watched Get Out again with my sister. Such a good movie!

4. Last thing I googled: The hours for a new nail salon in town

5. Favorite musicans: Billie Eilish, Hoizer, Harry Styles, Freddie Mercury

6. Song stuck in my head: Someone New by Hoizer

7. Other blogs: I have @ihopeyoulaugh which is cute animals and things that make me laugh. I also have a makeup one but I don’t use it.

8. Following: 312 but a ton of them are inactive.

9. Followers: I cant find it on mobile, but probably about the same as #8

10. Do I get asks: Sometimes! Usually only if I reblog a list of questions.

11. Amount of sleep: 6-7 hours. I am super busy during the week, I could probably use a couple more hours of sleep during the week but what can you do.

12. Lucky number: 11

13. What am I wearing: Leggings and and oversized sweater that I got from goodwill

14. Dream job: Realistically, teaching a 1st-2nd grade classroom in my hometown. Being a pop star sounds fun too though! I’d love to go on tour.

15. Dream Trip: Europe! Ive only ever been out of the states once and that was to Canada

16. Favorite foods: Pasta, candy, chocolate, ice cream

17. Instrument: None but I can sing!

18. Languages: I took Spanish in high school, I wish I retained more. I use a lot of sign language with my kiddos now

19. Random Fact: I was in a rock band in high school

20. Aesthetic: It literally changes daily. That’s why I have so much trouble choosing a color when i get my nails done, and why I will probably never get a tattoo. I know I would hate it in a month. My room is purple with white furniture with a lot of little trinkets and plants. I wear a lot of black and darker colors. Red and yellow are my favorite pops of color for clothes. I love pink accessories, but pink doesn’t look good on me. I also love Tiffany blue for appliances and decor.

21. One last thing about me: I have OCD, but pretty much pure O at this point. So I have had physical compulsions in the past(tapping, not touching certain objects, counting) but I don’t really anymore. Now its mainly intrusive thoughts and obsessive worrying about making mistakes. Feel free to ask me about it if you have questions, I love bringing light to a commonly misunderstood anxiety disorder.

Thanks for reading all of this if you got this far!

I’m tagging... @ajourneywithaj @botanical-being @fleximusmaximus @love-personal @nuclear-so-so @ryan404000 @spenceralthouse @lisathesleepyprincess @believer-of-daydreaming @the-dark-has-no-place-here @tekstiviestimies @kain816 @a-delicious-disaster @searchingforthegreatmanifesto @kooohiiii @bitchslap1738

[lightsson-blog]

Inspiration|| ch 1 Shawn Mendes

Woooooo! Hi everybody here’s the first chapter of my fic inspiration, I hope you love it as much as I do! 

(p.s. my requests for shawn imagines are open :))

Warnings: none so far (actually there might be a cuss word)

Word count: 2,360

⇜previous|| ch 1 ||next⇝

She ran back in the coffee shop squealing, ignoring the disapproving looks of students trying to focus at their tables. Eva jumped up and down behind the counter excitingly. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh. my. god.” Aria repeated as she made her way to the counter smiling giddily “Tell me!” Eva smacked at her friend playfully “I have an interview tomorrow!” They both held hands as they jumped up and down squealing together in excitement. “Oh my god!” The gushed together.

She thought about all the things she had to do to prepare herself for this interview, she wasn’t even sure what kind of interview it was, were they going to have her play or sing? Did she need to bring anything. She needed to call her dad, he’d die at this news. She pushed the crumbs of the table she was cleaning onto the floor and sprayed the cleaner on to the table top. She swirled the towel on the table singing along to the Hoizer song that was on the radio, loudly enough that she didn’t hear the bell chime from someone entering. “Wow coffee and a show” she jumped at the sound of a voice, her hand coming up to rest on her rapidly beating heart. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you!” He replied at her actions with a smile “Oh no! You’re fine sorry for my singing, what can I get you?” She smiled and made her way to the counter. “Don’t apologize it was good,” he smiled and traced his eyes over the menu “and uh a caramel iced coffee and a muffin?” “You got it” she sent him a smile “Can I have a name?” she uncapped the sharpie and waited for his answer. His voice got caught in his throat, she didn’t know him. “Uh- Shawn” she nodded turning towards the brewing coffee and left him stand at the counter. She returned with a cup and straw, sitting it on the counter and grabbing the muffin and stuffing it in one of the to go bags. “Shawn!” She called out looking for him in the cafe, his head peaked out of a booth and he stood making his way to the counter. “Hey thanks…” He smiled at her looking down to read her name tag “Aria” She shot him a smile “just doing my job” she shrugged with a laugh as he made his way out of the cafe. All the tables were clean and the chairs were stacked for the morning workers. Her and Eva made their way clocking out of cafe. Zipping up her coat as Eva double checked the door lock, “Alright we’re good” Eva stood brushing herself off and pulling her coat closer around her. They only lived about a block away from the tiny cafe, walking home usually unless it was snowing. Tonight the sky was clear but it was cold. “What are you gonna wear tomorrow?” Eva pipped up trying to make conversation for the walk. “Oh god I hadn’t even thought of that” Aria shot her a horrified look causing Eva to laugh. “I’m sure you’ll find something, have you told your parents yet?” “No, first thing I’m doing when we get home” Eva nodded at her as they turned the corner towards the apartment.

Shawn sat in the studio room with the boys, picking at the strings on the guitar. “and you smiled at me, didn’t even know my name” he sang out lightly and he came up with a rough riff for the lyrics he was scribbling out on paper. “Dude where the hell did this even come from?” Scott asked from the mixing table “because it’s good” Shawn looked up and pulled the guitar pick out of his mouth, “I don’t know, I just saw this girl when I was getting coffee” The group chuckled “I mean hey whatever works” George replied shrugging and grabbing a pen to help with lyrics.

“Hey dad!” “Hey sweetheart, what’s going on?” Aria rarely called home, unless it was something bad. She really liked to be what she thought was free, being on her own completely and being an adult. “I have amazing news!” She could picture her dads face, his forehead wrinkling as his eyebrows raised and he smiled. “Oh yeah? What’s that?” “I have an interview at Island Records tomorrow!” She gushed squealing a bit in excitement “No shit?” he dad laughed “that’s amazing” “I know right!” “I’m so proud of you Aria” She smiled into her phone “get some rest, tomorrows a big day” “I love you dad” “I love you too, I’ll tell mom for you” “Thank you, good night” She hung up and screamed into her pillow with a smile, this must’ve been a dream.

She awoke the next morning and threw on clothes that she thought had made her look presentable, even straightened her hair. Something she rarely did, eyeliner and everything. She smoothed out the wrinkles in the mirror and letting out a deep breath as she headed out the door and towards the subway station.

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“So I don’t get to be apart of the interview process?” Shawn asked annoyed “how am I supposed to know if we’ll work well together?” “There’s going to be a handful of students, I know you well enough to decide for you. If it doesn’t work out we’ll try again” He huffed in return to Andrew’s solution, “whatever, if this blows up in our face it’s on you” “The second studio is open, go try and write something” he paused waiting for Shawn to move from his spot “That means scram, interviews start soon and we’re using the studio” Andrew said shooting Shawn a glare as he pushed his feet off the coffee table in the booth. He stood rolling his eyes, grabbing his phone and making his way towards the secondary studio, it wasn’t used for recording anymore so it was always empty. He was walking fast and scrolling through his instagram as he bumped into someone causing them to let out a soft grunt. “Oh shit I’m sorry” he looked up, surprised with who met his eyes. The coffee girl. “Shawn?” she paused smiling at him “are you interviewing today too? This internship is such a good opportunity” “Uh- No not exactly” he chuckled and scratched his neck, she really had no idea who he was. It was funny  to him that she was clueless. “Good luck though,” he shot her a smile “you better get going.” She nodded smiling “Oh yeah, thanks!” she made her way past him and to the elevator. 

Rocking on the balls of her feet as soft pop hits played through the speakers. The ding of her reaching the fourth floor made her look up as the doors spread open. To say that the place was well decorated was an understatement. Not only were the halls decorated with expensive plants and arm chairs on the walls were records that went platinum and won awards, that could be her one day. She smiled at the thought as she walked out mentally going over the directions the front receptionist had given her. Down the hall, third door on her left. There was a woman standing out front, she smiled at Aria. 
“Your name miss?” “Aria” she shifted on her feet nervously “Alrighty” She smiled looking over her list with interviewees “Andrew will be in shortly” she opened the door. Aria thanked her and stepped inside the studio room, taking in the sight before her. She’d known what most of the controls did on the mixing table, her fingers dusting lightly over the instruments as she nervously stumbled about. She picked up one of the gibson acoustics and plucked at the strings tuning it to her liking. Her fingers danced effortlessly on the strings, plucking out the rhythm that she’d spent her morning humming on the subway to this meeting. Her voice was low with the chorus of a song she was making up as she went. “I don’t know much but I know your name, and that might be enough”   A low cough pulled her out of her thoughts, she chuckled nervously looking up and meeting the eyes of a well dressed man. “Oh sorry” she placed the guitar on the rack carefully. “Usually our interns don’t get to touch the instruments,” He replied in a business monotone voice “but, I want to hear more of that” he nodded towards the guitar. “how long have you been playing?” She rubbed the back of her neck nervously “around eleven years” she smiled “and there isn’t really more” he raised a brow at her, thinking she was trying to be smart “I mean well, i guess there could be” he looked at her again, his arms crossed growing impatient “I was just sorta improving” “You mean to tell me you didn’t have that riffed out before?” He looked at her with an eyebrow cocked in surprise. She shook her head no. “Welcome to your audition” he replied with a smile and stuck out his hand. “Andrew” She took his hand with a smile “Aria” “Alright Aria, take a seat for me lets talk” She nodded sitting on the couch opposite of him. “You said you’ve been playing for around elven years, is that just guitar?” he sat towards the edge of the chair his hands together in a fist. “Actually, piano too and drums for a little less” He nodded with a smile, “what else have you got?” “I can sing,” she looked up at him to see that didn’t interest him too much, he heard plenty of girls sing dumb pop songs all day long, “I also helped co-write my dad’s bands final album” his head perked up. “Can you give me a copy of the record?” “I can email it out to you tonight” she nodded. “Perfect, so I don’t know if you know who I manage and who’d you’d be working with if you got this position but none of that really matters, it’s mainly about the music. I need someone who can live with this lifestyle.” He motioned at the booth behind him “because it’s tiring.”
“I know you’ve probably heard it before but I swear there isn’t anything I’d rather do” she smiled. “What would you describe your writing style as, who inspires you?” “Oh gosh, I write mainly poppy acoustic style, but I’ve written harder rock themed as I mentioned before. And that’s not just lyrics that’s music too. I can produce too” “So you’ve done it all?”
                                                                                      “Oh yeah, I spent a lot of my childhood in a studio with my dads old band”

He nodded “I’m assuming I wouldn’t know this band?”

She shook her head no quickly “Yeah they weren’t very popular, after my mom had me they had a tribute album and then split” 

He nodded “I like that you have direct experience, it’s needed. This isn’t some cover band though, these will be today’s best and biggest songs.” She nodded trying to hide her nerves “I know, who better to help write songs for pop culture than a girl living in new york and experiencing the trends?” He smirked at her wit, “I like the way you think Aria, I do believe you’ll be more than a coffee runner” “Oh I hope so, that’s what I do for a job now” They both shared a laugh. “In seriousness though, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do. Working in a studio even as a janitor is a dream” “Well let’s see how this goes” he stood walking towards the controls, flipping some switches “can you sing me something original?” She stood quickly and nodded “hell yeah I can.” He smiled at her enthusiasm. She had dreamed of playing her music for a famous producer and manager since she learned to sing. “You’ve been in a booth before?” he asked as she made her way to the other side of the glass She nodded with a smile and opened the door. He gave her a thumbs up and spoke into the mic, she grabbed the earphones off of the mic and slipped them onto her head. “Grab a guitar too” his voice flooded through the booth, she nodded and picked up one of the acoustics slipping the strap over her head. “a one two three” her hand beat with the rhythm of her count on the guitar strings. “Tell me about the old me, tell me about the old me” her voice came powerfully through the booth as Andrew recorded her, her fingers playing the chords care free, if she was nervous she did a damn good job at hiding it. “Do you remember me, I’m the one you used to love when we were just teens Do you remember me, I’m the one you used to love when we were just teens Sometimes, I go looking for your picture online The pictures don’t show what I used to see, Do you still believe in me, you used to dream with me” she sang loudly as she beat down on the guitar, plucking at the strings. “Alright, I’ve heard enough” Andrew spoke as he killed her mic, she slipped the headphones off and made her way out of the booth and back to him. 
“Email me that record tonight” he slipped her a piece of paper with his information on it. “I want you here tomorrow at eight in the morning okay?” 
She nodded “did you want me to stop for morning coffee?”
“That’d be lovely, text me when you're on your way and I’ll send you the orders” She smiled, “thank you so much” “You’re welcome” He loved to see people’s dreams happen, she was just in the beginnings of hers, if she played her cards right she could end up with her own deal. She made her way out of the studio room and back towards the elevator, soon finding her way to the front entrance. Squealing and jumping up and down as soon as the doors closed behind her. She did it, she was gonna make it.