even though i usually spazz about how good he looks with long hair

The Styles Effect Pt. 2

Part One

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Warnings: Cursing, a little smut (teacher Harry), feelings, multiple parts (slowish burn)

Pairing: Reader x Harry(s)


Y/n finds a notification on her phone asking to make a wish.

Little did she think that her wishing all her Harry fanfictions to come to life would actually come true, and the craziness it would bring.

*Y/N = your name *Y/L/N = your last name *Y/F/N = your friend’s name *Y/O/F/N= your other friend’s name

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It’s All a Farce, Right?

Title: It’s All a Farce, Right? - Kidge Week 2017 Day 4 Prompt Fill
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Pairing: Keidge
Summary:Lance has too much faith in his teammates. Pidge and Keith are oblivious to their own feelings.
Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.
AN: Had other obligations that from prevented me from getting this out on the right day. I should be able to get day 5 and 6 uploaded tomorrow though.

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Detention *smut*

Author: obrosey-af

Characters: Stiles x Reader

Word count: 1,299

Warning: smut, oral, hate oral? is that a thing? idk let’s just roll with it

A/N ‘ight so heres another smut because apparently I’m trash and I don’t hate writing it as much as I thought I did so here ya go. Let ya girl know whatchya think. -Er

Originally posted by tvd-tw-ships

“I can’t believe you got us detention, Stilinski,” you mumbled as you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back into your seat.

“Me? How exactly is this my fault, y/n?” Stiles spat, twisting around in his chair three rows ahead.

Just as a little recap, during sixth period in Mr. Harris’ chemistry class, Stiles thought it would be a good idea to start talking to Scott about whatever supernatural crisis they were having today. You couldn’t help but listen into the conversation since one, your werewolf hearing is top notch and two, everything they were saying involved you. You chimed in, most likely saying something smartass-ey or sarcastic and Stiles, being the usual spaz that he is, replied back with something along the lines of, “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.” Unfortunately, he spazzed out a little extra and basically yelled, causing Mr. Harris to literally twist his head around like in the exorcist. In Stiles attempt to defend himself, he threw you under bus. So here you were. Sitting in an empty classroom, an hour after school got out, with the person you tolerate the least at this school. Lucky you.

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Stolen Innocence *Part 6*

Jace Wayland X Reader

Word Count: 2094

Requested: @itsmagnusbabe

Request: I can’t get enough of this story, I need one more part haha

Warning: Mentions or torture, experimentation and abandonment. Slavery, human trafficking.

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You sighed as you looked at your phone, it was Magnus, you were sure that this had something to do with Shadowhunter and their wannabe. “No.” You said as soon as you answered the phone, you had contemplated ignoring the call but you knew that he was persistent and you’d just become irritated.
“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask yet.” Magnus pointed out.
“Yeah well I don’t feel like helping.” You mumbled watching Simon rush out of a girls house flinging his coat on and hurrying down the road, seemed to be trying to call someone but it looked like they didn’t answer. You shuffled around the ledge before deciding it was probably best to actually follow him.
You followed him to a coffee stand and watched as he sat down and pulled out a tablet as well as writing something on the top of two napkins and underlining both titles, he then ordered something and then tapping away on his Tablet. You frowned before walking behind him and peering over his shoulder, he was so invested in what he was doing that he didn’t even notice the presence behind him, so instead you walked around him and sat in the chair opposite him “The is an inaccurate display of Vampire behaviour.” You said tapping the screen where he was watching an old vampire movie.
“Oh it’s you,” he mumbled sighing. “What are you doing here?” You just shrugging in response picking at your nails.
“It was different for me if you were wondering, I can’t tell you if your turning.” You finally said and sunk back in his chair.
“Well what do you think?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t say that you are… Do want to be?” You asked.
“I don’t know.” Simon shrugged.
“French press. And a garlic bagel. Extra garlic.” The waitress said reaching behind her to grab the Bagel and then looking at him.
“Oh, uh um I’m doing research for a graphic novel I’m writing about vampires. I don’t think I’m actually becoming one, ‘cause that would be crazy.” Simon informed her and you smirked at him.
“Where’s what’s-her-face? Latte-and-no-whip-cream girl?” the waitress asked glancing over at you, you assumed because you were sitting where Clary usually did.
“Clary, uh I don’t know. She’s not answering my texts.” Simon said after picking up his phone to check it.
“Can’t imagine why.” The waitress smiled. “You all right?”
“Yeah, it’s just, uh Just think I need some caffeine,” Simon answered sighing half way through his sentence.
“Okay. You might want to let that brew “ Her sentence was too slow though “Never mind. Would you like something?” she asked looking at you, you shook your head a small smile on your face before she nodded returning the smile and going to attend to the other customers.
“What are you still doing here?” Simon asked.
“I dunno maybe I’m curious or maybe I like to watch people suffer.” You shrugged balancing on the back legs of the chair you were sitting on. Simon sighed before taking a bite of the garlic bagel. He wrote something on the napkin that was empty and you frowned. “Don’t come near me with that breath…”
He laughed slightly when he looked at you “you’re nicer when the other aren’t around.”
“Yeah, that’s because I don’t like the others.” You shrugged. “I don’t have a reason not to like you.” When you looked up it seemed that Simon wasn’t listening to you instead he was staring at the coffee before he shot up throwing some money on the table a rushed away. “Simon?”
“Um… I’m sorry I-” he stopped abruptly.
“Saw something.” You filled in and he nodded. You looked at the floor and he frowned but didn’t push instead he started walking and you followed, both of you ending up at his house.

Alec and Izzy met up with Jace and Clary outside the precinct “Someone call for backup?” Izzy asked.
“Yeah,” Jace answered. What took you guys so long?”
“Funny, I was gonna ask you the same thing,” Alec answered quickly fixing them both with harsh glares.
“It’s complicated,” Jace answered.
“We found the Cup,” Clary informed.
“The Cup?” Izzy asked.
“Yeah, but then we lost it,” Clary admitted. “We have to sneak back in the precinct to get it.”
“This is a disaster,” Alec said crossing his arms.
“Hey, demon pox is a disaster. This is an inconvenience.” Jace corrected. “We just need a plan. That’s all.”
“What about a glamour?” Izzy asked.
“We tried that. Anyone working with Valentine will see right through it.” Jace explained.
“Can we ask Magnus Bane to portal us inside?” Clary asked.
“No,” Alec answered bluntly.
“That’d be awkward. Magnus can only portal us to places he’s been to before.” Izzy explained.
“What about (Y/N) then? I’m sure she’s been there.” Clary suggested.
“She already said no,” Jace answered, Clary’s phone began to ring and she looked down.
“Not again. Just give me a second.” Clary said as she read the name on the screen and then she walked away.
“Simon, this is really not a good time,” Clary said when she answered the call.
“Clary, where are you?” Simon asked. “This is an emergency.”
“Simon, are you okay?” Clary asked.
“Aww, she cares.” Clary heard your voice on the other end of the phone and both you and Simon dodged through people in the streets.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t been kidnapped yet today.” Simon said.
“That can be arranged.” You shrugged.
“Simon, seriously, what’s going on?” Clary asked.
“I think I’m sick. Like, really sick.” Simon tried to explain.
“Simon, remember that time you thought you had the bird flu?” Clary asked. “Okay, just stay off the Internet and you’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, I know. But this time it’s different. This time I’m really- Oh, my God. She hung up on me.” Simon muttered before walking faster.

You sat on Simon’s bed watching him type furiously on the computer, the knock on the door drawing your attention as his mum walked into the room, thanks to the runes that still worked she couldn’t see you sitting on the and so she just looked at Simon, who looked a mess having run his hands through his hair 50 times. “Simon can we have a talk?” his mum asked and you raised an eyebrow kicking back on his head and placing your hands behind your head.
“‘We’?” Simon asked.
“You, me and your sister.” his mum confirmed and you just smirked at how awkward this conversation would be.
“Do I have a choice?” Simon asked.
“Good question.” You nodded.
“Well, I’ve already ducked out of the office early, so no.” His mother answered.
“Okay.” Simon turned to face them and then put his hands in his head and spoke again “I stayed out last night at Maureen’s. I should have called. It slipped my mind.” he stuttered out an excuse. “So, what are you gonna do? Ground me?”
“Maureen called us this morning and she was very upset.” His mum explained.
“Actually, Maureen called me and she said that you were spazzing out, like more than normal.” His sister interrupted.
“She said She did what?” Simon asked.
“Well, I just tried to say that’s kind of how you are with girls, but, uh, she was very upset, so - I told Mom.” she confessed.
“You did what?” Simon asked.
“You only seem to be asking questions.” You pointed out.
“Simon, Maureen thinks that you might be on drugs. And listen, if I thought it was just marijuana I wouldn’t be so worried, but, honey you look like you’re dying.” his mum pointed out and you laughed.
“He think’s he’s dying!” You laughed.
“Would dying get me out of this conversation?” Simon asked.
“I know that I’m not usually the sentimental one here, but - we’re here for you.” His sister said gesturing her mother when she said we, even if she was a little stiff, you remembered when Jace used to be like that, he was awkward about any type of feeling but he would try to help you as best he could.
“It’s all right. You can tell us, whatever it is.” His mum said.
“Okay, okay,” Simon agreed and you raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Um, I think I have a disease.”
“A disease?” his mum asked.
“Like, a bad one,” Simon emphasised  
“Do you have an STD?” His mum asked walking forward.
“Okay, let’s let him finish talking.” His sister said walking forward and trying to defuse the situation.
“Look, Simon, it’s really not as bad as you think.These things happen, all right? When I was in law school, I experimented-”
“We’re really off track here. I think we really need to focus on Simon.” His sister said trying the stir the conversation back in the right direction. Upon hearing the arguing start you snuck out of the room and de-glamoured, you walked back towards the room “Hey, Simon I was think-” You stopped and looked at his sister and mum. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt I can leave… If you want.” You suggested and his mum looked at you.
“Sorry have we met?” she asked.
“No, I asked Simon for help with my writing project, I have all these ideas but I don’t know how to write them down, Simon promised to help me with them, I’m (Y/N) (L/N).” You smiled pushing your hand out for her to shake and smiling at his sister.
“Oh it’s nice to meet you” she smiled. “Are you going to college?”
“Yeah, well not yet, that’s what Simon is helping me with, the entry requirements for my course, they want me to have a piece for them before my interview in the next few week and Simon has been helping me get it right.” You lied.
“Oh well we’ll leave you to it.” his mum smiled. “We’ll finish this conversation later.”
“Thanks,” Simon mumbled.
“No problem.” You nodded.
“Why are you helping me?” he asked.
“You need one friend that’ll listen right?” You asked. “I pretty sure that’s the reason I ended up so bitter…”

“You really need to stop calling her, she’s not going to answer.” You mumbled as he hung up the phone. He didn’t answer instead he there his phone at you and you caught “What the hell?” You asked.
“Sorry,.”  he said quickly before turning around to face the mirror, he suddenly punched it and then fell to his knees. You jumped forward and knelt in front of him.
“It’s okay… You’re alright, I mean it’s not that bad being a downworlder, you don’t have to follow many rules, come on you’ll figure it out.”
“I have to go see Raphael.” he concluded.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You divulged.
“Look if you’re not going to help me then… Stay out of my way,” he ordered before leaving out of the window. You sighed before looking at the bedroom door and walking out, saying goodbye to his mum and sister and then leaving. Against your better judgement, you went back to the institute to inform them of the Mundane about to get himself into a lot of trouble.

When you walked through the door you were met with the sight of Clary and Jace kissing and you nodded to yourself before backing out of the institute the same way that you had come in, Alec and Izzy both seeing you before they walked away. Jace looked up and noticed you to but for some reason no one else had. You got as far as the steps before Jace called out to you. You stopped walking and turned. “What?” You asked.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I don’t know somewhere else.” You answered the tears brimming your eyes.
“Why don’t you come inside you can stay here tonight,” Jace suggested.
“I’d prefer not to.” You said about to turn.
“What is wrong with you!?” he asked suddenly more aggressive.
“My problem!? My problem Jace is that I loved you through everything and you don’t even care!” You finally confessed. “The reason I’m so angry at you for everything is because I loved you enough to believe that you would save me no matter what, you let me down and the only way I knew how to show that was to ignore the feelings.” Jace didn’t say anything and you nodded. “Clary’s waiting for you I’m sure you’ll both be happy.” Then you were gone.

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Genre: Angst With Good Ending

World Count: 874

Member: Vernon/Hansol

A/N: A few Titanic spoilers. Whoops. Cheesiest ending I’ve ever written. Lawd jesus. THE CRINGE!!! I’m dead tbh.

~Admin Annie

Outside, the sky was almost fully pitch black and you could tell it was not in a good way as those millions of beautiful stars you used to gaze up at on those boiling hot summer days had sadly vanished into thin air. The effects of Winter had appeared which meant early nights in, yawns here and there though it wasn’t even night yet and your favourite 15 tan blanket wrapped up around your body tightly. Though you kept the radiators on for hours before bed, it still became cold after a few minutes without them so you relied on your tea to give you even the smallest bit of strength and the t.v to distract you from the strong wind bashing against your living room window.

Your phone had died while you were playing an addictive but useless game online and you were low-key hoping that Rose would lend some space on that wardrobe she was floating on to Jack in the Titanic. Or at least be nice enough to take turns to save the beautiful man from freezing to death. After a whistle was blown in the film and you got fed up from the overall results of it all, you noticed a repetitive banging on your front door. To make it to the hall, you wriggled out of your burrito position, falling on the floor like a potato not soon after and having to clutch your arm and hiss exaggerated cries of pain.

Before long, you made it to the freezing cold hall and turned the key in the lock, regretting the choice of removing your socks while spazzing out on the couch in comfort. You took a peek at the black figure right in front of you and switched on the porch light


He was here? Why? Did his car break down as it usually did while driving up that steep ass hill to his girlfriend’s house? You internally died, muttering out all your anger caused by that hill. You knew well you weren’t only angry about the hill. You were angry at her aswell. Though you never got along, an effort was always made to get along with her. Just no effort was made back.

His vulnerable voice snapped you back to reality.

“Can I come in, Y/N? Please?” You hadn’t noticed before that his clothes were soaked and nose bright red. You always used to nickname him Rudolph when he was sick because you found it to be so cute. He’d laugh or lightly smack your shoulder in a friendly manner and then the conversation would change to something else. Those days were long gone now. He is so talented and of course as he is, many would become jealous. Rumours would start, paparazzi would harrass. That didn’t seperate you two apart though.

It’s not hard to guess who the reason was you guys lost contact.

“Oh Hansol! What happened to you?!” You couldn’t stop your motherly instincts from kicking in and started to wrap your arms around his slightly shivering body, lending him all the warmth you could give.

Your fingers snaked into his while he was staring down at the floor, truly heartsick but now warmer since he was in your home. He knows the place well as he has been here millions of times. Your living room looks like it always did, pictures of you and Hansol being absolute idiots on the wall and your drawings that you didn’t find to be too good. A chocolate, circular rug lay comfortably on the floor and the soft red couch you always napped on looked a bit ruggedy from the one who was squashing it.

It was quiet as it always was. But now it was too quiet. You could sense the sadness in the room and it was starting to affect you aswell.

“You can tell me, Hansol. It’s okay.” Your eyes made contact but as soon as they did, you spotted his becoming moist. 

“Oh, Hansol.”

He broke out in tears and you did too. Why wouldn’t you? Your friend had enough and it was clear that everyone could see that. The most horrible thing is to see the person you love the most in your entire life cry from being weighed down from everything. You knew how it felt. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I should have listened to you.” His voice was muffled as his face was snuggled into your chest. You ran your hands through his hair while your teardrops hit your moving hand. “You were right. She didn’t love me. It was all because of my fame.” 

Your arms tightened around his body and lay your head slightly into his underarm. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’ll always be here. I promise.”

“I promise I’ll never leave you. You’re the only one I’ll ever be able to fully trust. I love you, Y/N.” He looked down at your face and you could feel his love through those words and his eyes.

More of your salty tears fell from your eyes but that didn’t stop you from pushing the hair from his eyes and pressing your lips against his lightly.

“I love you too Hansol. I love you too.”

Cozier with Hozier at Lincoln (09.03.15)

Mondays are notorious for being sucky, just to put it blatantly, but the 9th was something entirely different. Despite exhaustion due to night tremors and haunting dreams of sleeping through my concert, that morning was one of excitement and joy. School was monotonous as usual, but every echoing tick I heard on the clock meant I was that much closer to seeing Andrew.
Somehow, I had managed to convince my mother to let me leave school early so that I could get to the venue at an early enough hour so as to attain a good seat. So, around 12:00 I signed myself out of school and walked home. After showering, I immediately began to assemble my gifts for the band. Being unoriginal, and lacking any sort of artistic talent I just ended up giving the band (Rory, Alex, Mia, Alana, Lorraine, and Rachael) homemade cookies and a little note; I also gave the ladies some lotion and face masks for the bus ride… Last time I saw Andrew, I attempted to make a collage for him– and to be quite honest– it looked like the product of a disoriented 5 year old. This time, however, I decided to be a little more true to myself, and I gifted him an assortment of ridiculous joke gifts (that in retrospect, probably only I found funny). I gave him homemade whiskey walnut chocolate chip cookies, a bag of gummy bears (do you all remember the grammy snack interview?), a “grow your own dog toy” (the whole band has been missing their pooches!), an ocarina (musical instrument from legend of Zelda), a hair scrunchie (I bought this at a market in Ghana last summer), and lastly, cookies with HIS FACE ON THEM. I of course thought I was hilarious, as I found really weird photos of him to use. My thinking was that I, myself, would feel quite strange about always receiving portraits of myself, so why not make things even stranger by gifting him “edible portraits of him”?

(see aren’t these funny? Nope, okay.)

Anyways, at about 1:30 my mom came home from work and picked my friend and me up! My little sister rode with us as “it was only fair she got to leave school early too”

The whole ride over, upon seeing any man that was either sporting a
a man bun or fairly tall, my sister and mom would jokingly exclaim “look, it’s hozier!” and I would be sent into a full fledge (and admittedly super ridiculous) panic.

(me being a complete spazz on the ride over)

Finally, we arrived at Lincoln theatre. My friend and I hopped out of the car. We were probably 6th in line. The weather was absolutely beautiful and I loved feeling the warmth of actual sunshine for the first time in a long while. We waited, and waited. I was so unbelievably taken aback that some of my followers actually recognized me in line! It was so cool, but also so so strange. It was amazing to meet you guys and I cannot reiterate enough how much I love and appreciate the hozier fandom!!

As we were waiting, I thought I saw a familiar face pass by… I quickly whipped out my phone and showed my friend a picture of Lorraine and asked her if she looked like the woman that just passed us. My friend replied with an immediate “definitely” and I felt like such an idiot. But she looped around again and this time kneeling (because I cannot be a normal person ever) I shyly said “Lorraine”, she kept walking, so I said it a little louder…
“wow!” she said, and we chatted a bit, and by “chatted” I mean, I (still kneeling) smiled like an idiot and vigorously nodded. She asked my name twice though, so I was really excited.

Also, while in line I tweeted Alana and the girls (Lorraine, Mia, Rachael) asking if they would meet me at the busses for a quick hello. She replied and said they’d be out in about an hour! I kept waiting and after an hourish, my friend and I popped around back to the busses… We were waiting in the back, but all the sudden we heard the mumble of an announcement and the line started to shift. One of my followers texted me saying the ticket guy came out and told everyone to have their tickets ready. We ran back to our spots. After another 20 minutes or so, we were in.

Frantically we searched for the stairs to get to the floor area. Although, I was mildly athletic when I was younger, I no longer consider myself so. Thus, I certainly avoid running at nearly all costs, but here, I sprinted. We acquired perfect seats- front row and center.

(These are some of my followers I got to meet! Madison and Katie are babes)

The rest was a bit hazy. George Ezra was delightful and a joy to watch, but my stomach was still churning in anticipation of Andrew. They soon brought out the teal drums with with Hozier’s logo, and dropped the “Hozier” background. They adjusted the mics, and I squealed when the crew put his little cupholder on the stand. While they were checking  everything a guy stood on his tippy toes to talk into Andy’s mic and it was adorable.

(LOOK at his tea)

Finally, at 9:30 the band came on. I screamed like an intoxicated banshee. He started off the set with Angel of Small Death, and like the obnoxious fan girl that I promised I would never become but actually am, I sang every single word. He talked his way through songs, and the crowd cheered. Exclaimtions of “Andrew, we love”, “I love you”, and “you’re perfect” bombarded the space. The audience was enthusiastic, but I was a bit worried we were too loud, but when the first notes of “in a week” rang out– everything went silent. Andrew must’ve had a sore throat though, as his voice cracked a bit initially, but it melted my heart. After someone new, alongside some girls around me, we yelled “Alex we love you”, to which Alex shyly shrugged, it was wonderful. Within what felt like the blink of an eye, or more accurately a single convulsion to the beat (aka me dancing) they were wrapping up with Take Me to Church. While leaving the stage Andrew looked to fans and expressed his thanks, he looked straight into my eyes and gave me a thumbs up, my heart palpitated irregularly and my nostrils flared.

(his foot thing kills me every time)

After blistering cheers and screams, Andrew walked back on stage. He expressed his thanks again, and went on to sing “Cherry Wine”. The exuberant and thunderous crowd was once again condensed to silence. Goose bumps slid across my arms, as I whispered along to the music. It was beautiful, surreal, and honestly one of the best moments of that night. He went on to sing Run, and then he announced how “during this point in the show me and the band usually do something fun, and tonight is no different”. My body knew what was coming– his delicious and upbeat rendition of Ariana Grande’s “Problems”. And, like with every other song he played, I sang along. I desperately tried to get a good video of  Andrew singing the “Regulate” rap, but I sang far too loud and swayed far too much for the footage to be any good. It was amazing. They finished up with work song. The band took a bow, and a rush of emotions overcame me, it was bittersweet, wonderful but somber.  Andrew came around and started to shake people’s hand, and as he approached towards me I tried to hit record on my phone but I was shaking.. He came over and shook my hand, and he squeezed it, I sunk to the ground and he giggled. I must have seemed like the biggest idiot in the world but I didn’t even care. He exited, and masses of people started to migrate towards the exit. Pressed against the stage I stayed, I began to process what had just occurred, and I coyly I asked the roadies if I could “please have a setlist” they replied with “that’s above my pay grade”. A couple minutes passed and I saw people on the balcony seats (private seating) clutch set list in their hands . I felt a little discouraged, but I noticed there were still a few set lists  plastered on stage. Then another man came out, I recognized him because he was side stage during the performance and I had awkwardly made eye contact with him when belting the lines to “Illinois Blues”. I once again, asked for a set list, he replied with a warm smile and a “just a second”. I couldn’t believe it but for the first time ever, I successful got one!

(my most treasured item)

We exited outside and I met my mom at her car to get my presents (brief shoutout to my mom for being the sweetest and coming back with then and waiting in the car, even though she gets so annoyed with my Hozier obsession, she knows how much he means to me and is actually the best). We rushed to the back, where the busses were parked in an enclosed area. Mia was already out there and I yelled her name, and scavenged through my bag for her gift. “Can I give this to you!” I yelled. She chirped back with “Yeh”. And I slid to the front, but 8ft of barbed wire stood in between us, everyone is line yelled “over here” and I made my way to a small gap in the fence and handed her my gift. I also asked her to sign my setlist. As she was writing she said “we saw you front row!” and I told her “I have the really creepy twitter” she responded with “Yeah you do”. I didn’t really know how to feel.

Then she popped back inside and after a couple minutes I saw Rory come out. I yelled for him, but he waved and pointed to his phone, which I didn’t realize he was on. I felt bad, but it seemed like he conveyed he would come over soon. And he did! I handed him the cookies and a little envelope and he said thanks and asked me about DC alcohol laws, which I literally had no idea about? He asked my name and I spelled it out, and he signed my setlist. He was so sweet and thanked me again and again.

Some more time passed, and Alana, Rachael, and Lorraine came out. They walked past the fence and actually came to the other side. Before I could even say anything Alana said “sorry We missed you earlier” I am pretty sure my eyes visibly widened. I then gave them their gifts, and they were so so appreciative and friendly. I apologized to Rachael about having a creepy fan account and she completely shot that down saying “No! you’re adorable! and we loved watching you sing every word to every song! It was so cute” I was shocked and flattered and just genuinely so happy. Then I asked for signatures and Rachael hugged me for a photo, and all of the sudden Alana and Lorraine leaned in.

(so blurry, but they were so sweet <3 )

They all thanked me again and started to walk back. I saw Alex coming out and yelled for him but he just nodded and kept walking. Rachael was still close so I reached out and handed her my gift for Alex asking if she could give it to him. She warmly said “of course” and reassured me with “he’ll love these!”. Although, I wasn’t going to get to meet Alex, I was so grateful I was able to chat with everyone else. Alana, Lorraine, and Rachael were so unbelievably lovely. A few minutes passed and some one started to walk towards the fence… It was Alex! He came over to just me and thanked me for the cookies, flustered I pointed towards my setlist and sharpie, but there was still a fence in between us. A couple seconds passed and he someone else started talking to him. I assumed he wouldn’t sign, but I was fine with it, but then he reached out and grabbed met setlist! I can’t believe I actually got the words out, but I asked for a picture, and I came inside the fenced area and he posed with me. 

(I look really stupid, but it was so magical)

He then went back. Alex Ryan is honestly so adorable, and I am so glad I got to meet him, he has been with Andrew for the longest time ever!

Finally Andrew came out, and Jake, his manager announced they were going to take people in 2-3 at a time. One of my followers was first in line and she told him we were together. Clutching my gifts for Andrew, I stumbled in. They took our phones for pictures and I went up to Andrew. He towered over me and was wearing a little sheepskin pea coat that was buttoned to the top. I mentioned how I gave him a really ugly collage last time I saw him and he said “I remember”, I gave him the cookie box and told he he could look at them, he opened it and yelled “holy crap”. I then handed him a little bag with the rest of his gifts and asked for a photo. Apologizing for taking more time, I asked for him to sign my setlist, and for a picture. He signed “Hozier” with a little “x” under it, but the “x” looped and it kind of looked like the Jesus fish, so I jokingly asked “is that a Jesus fish?”. 

(doesn’t it look like the jesus fish?!)

He thought I was talking about something on his arm so he pulled his sleeve up, but I pointed to the paper. Seeming concerned he said “no! oh jeez, no, no, it’s just supposed to be an x”. I don’t think he understood I was joking. Then I  mumbled “could we take a really weird selfie”… he titled his head and I felt so stupid “ehm, we can take a selfie, I don’t know about really weird though? maybe just weird” I felt like crying, I was so embarrassed but I pointed to my hair and pulled it towards my lips. “Oh like the mustache!” he said “Yeah, we can do that” I was so relieved and overjoyed. But then his manager said “we really have to keep things moving” so defeatedly I said “oh, okay. I’m so sorry” and swung around to exit. But I must have looked absolutely pathetic because Jake quickly added “no, we can take a picture”. I bolted back, and one of the tech guys on the side held my bags and called me sweetie.

I gulped and looked up at Andrew. He began to take his hair out and fluff it. “I don’t know if my hairs long enough anymore, I got it cut” I refrained from saying “I know”. He leaned in and with shaky hands I snapped a selfie.

(this picture is my greatest achievement to date)

I quickly grabbed my bags, thanked the man for holding them, and apologized to Andrew and Jake for taking so long and thanked them again.

(the back of my set list!)

I couldn’t believe it. It was perfect, it was so unimaginably perfect. I was blessed to have been able to attend the concert at all, but I also had impeccable seats during the show, got to shake Andrew’s hand, met Rory, Alex, Mia, Alana, Lorraine, and Rachael, and took a MUSTACHE SELFIE WITH GOD HIMSELF. Not to mention I also got to interact, in person, with people I have been talking with online, it was so cool! So thanks Hozier, not only for amazing music, and an amazing concert, and amazing band mates, but also for allowing me to get to know and connect with some really amazing people. You’re amazing. Amazing, amazing, amazing.

You're a Younger Model in a Music Video

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Calum POV

Day one. We were on the set of out new music video and all I could think of was wow, these models are gorgeous. We had just finished shooting for the day and Ashton, Luke, and Michael seemed to be warming up to them pretty fast. They were joking around and just having a good time. I noticed there was one girl though that was off to the side, and didn’t seem as if she fit in as well with the rest of the girls. She looked young, that’s probably why.

I felt bad for her. She was all alone watching everyone else and seemed like she’d rather be anywhere but here. I started making my way toward her so she wouldn’t be so lonely, but Ashton caught my attention with his obnoxious screams. “Calum! Get over here! We’re gonna hit the club!” I nodded and made my way toward the rest of the boys, a few of the girls coming along with us.


Every day on set was the same thing. We would finish the shoot and the boys and I would hang around the models and chat with them and later go out for a few drinks. Which was amazing, by the way, I mean what teenage boy wouldn’t want to have a bunch of hot girls surrounding him. But after the first few days it started to get boring. Too repetitive. We’d talk about the same thing each time and whenever I tried to bring up a new topic the girls stared at me like I was some alien life form. Eventually the boys and I would simply talk to each other while the girls were huddled in their own group gossiping about the latest heartthrob or their hair or whatever the fuck it is that girls talk about.


I’d been watching that girl lately. The younger one who never talked to anyone. I don’t know, she interested me. She was always so quiet and then when the set was done for the day she’d stay around for a few minutes and then just disappear and soon after the rest of us would to out to the club or a bar or something of that sort. I’d been wanting to talk to her but I didn’t want to seem like a creep so I decided it was best if I kept my distance.


Your POV

When I first found out I got the part for this video, I was ecstatic. I’d get to help my career get started, obviously, and I’d also get to meet the 5SOS boys which was a really big deal to me because I’d been a fan since forever. Unfortunately, they didn’t even notice I was there. Neither did the other models, or at least they didn’t care I was there. They all kind of look down on me because I’m younger and there wasn’t really much I could do about that so I decided I’d just leave them alone and keep to myself.

Usually after the set ends I’d stay around for a few minutes to see if maybe they’d come talk to me or something but that never happened. And so I’d usually just go back to home and relax while everyone else left. They went to clubs I think but I can’t be sure, though sometimes they do come back in the morning with some hangovers.

The other models always get mad at me and give me irritated glances in the morning because I like to play my music nice and loud to get myself amped up for the shoot and it bothers them. But hey, it isn’t my fault they went out and got drunk when they have work the next day. They’ve even complained to the directors about me but the directors don’t seem to see the problem and so them let me keep my music. Instead, the models try to clear the dressing room as quickly as they can in the mornings and go hang out with the boys instead.

It doesn’t matter. That just means that I can party more on my own. I looked around the room to make sure all the models had cleared out and turned my music up even more to started up my one man mosh pit. ——————–

Calum POV

Another morning another hangover. Well not for me, I didn’t drink too much last night, but I can’t say the same for Ashton and Michael. We walked in and Luke made a straight line towards the girls with Michael trailing behind him still trying to nurse the pounding in his head. Ashton and I found a place to sit and started chatting and waiting for the directors to call us to set.

“How are you not dying right now?” Ashton grunted putting his head in his hands. “I didn’t drink everything in sight last night.” I shrugged as he gave me a glare. Ashton always went a little overboard with his drinking. Nothing serious, just enough to have a good time and a raging headache in the morning. “Oh my god why is there such obnoxiously loud music playing here every morning? I was about to respond, but he got up and left. Probably trying to find something to help with his hangover.

Truth is I don’t know why there was always music playing. From where I sat it wasn’t too loud but you could tell it was being muffled by door and so wherever it was coming from the volume had to have been pretty high.

I walked up to of the directors and asked him about it. "Oh, it’s one of the models in the dressing room. Please don’t tell me you’re going to complain about her too because I don’t see any problem with her wanting to play a little music around here before we shoot.” I assured him I wasn’t complaining and was simply curious, thanked him, and made my way to the models dressing room. I wasn’t being creepy, like I said, I was just curious.

As I walked closer to the dressing room the music got louder and louder. I knocked on the door a few times and got no answer, which I kind of expected considering the noise. I slowly turned the doorknob and hesitantly peeked inside, I didn’t want to walk in on some naked girls. That would be awesome, but you still have to have some respect. Instead of naked bodies I found the younger model dancing around the room like a freak. I don’t even know if those are actual dance moves, it looked more like she was spazzing out, but at least she was trying. It was cute. I liked her.

I think she noticed me because all of a sudden she froze. She turned to look me directly since she had been twirling around and almost instantaneously her cheeks turned so red I wondered if I should go call someone to make sure that was normal. “Um…h-hi?” She stuttered. “Hi!” I gave her my cheesiest smile. I think I found who I was going to be hanging out with.


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