Please

please 😭

Small thing that breaks my heart:

When I was in third grade, I told this boy that it would be my birthday in four days, and he said, “okay, then I’ll buy you flowers.” Four days later he comes up to me and says, “my mom wouldn’t let me get flowers but I found you this violet in the grass.” That in and of itself was iconic and so so sweet, but it gets better.

A month later, I had to move, and because it was third grade, the teacher made everyone write me letters to say goodbye. His said, “I hope you have so much fun in your new house that you forget about me. I hope that you’re always happy and you never miss us. I’m sorry I never gave you flowers, but I can give you some now.” And he fucking. Drew me flowers.

No, Joey, I never forgot you. You are the reason I have standards in this life, and I’m so grateful to have known you. I hope you’re happy, wherever you are, and I hope that the rest of your days are filled with as much joy as you gave to me. I spilled water on the card about five years ago, and half of it is a a jumbled mess now, but I still have it. It’s the only card I still have.

The funny thing is this dude and I hardly ever interacted. I knew he played football because he was on the town’s kids’ team and my brother was on the middle school team, and I knew he was one of, like, three Joeys in our year. I had a crush on him but obviously never communicated that because it was fucking third grade, but somehow those three interactions imprinted on who I am as a person. I am forever changed by Joey from third grade.

Hozier perfoming at Lollapalooza

❝ I have more hair in my fucking mouth right now than I do on my head ❞

For those who needed to hear it today

Literally the same energy. (That's me when my beekeeper is Hozier)

Am I too late for the prompt ask? 👀

4. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

suck and blow hozier x reader rated: T (SFW) tags: alcohol use mention, drinking games, accidental kisses, deliberate kisses words: 579

“This feels like a bad idea…” Your mumbled words are left unheard by anyone else as the group chatters and laughs amongst themselves. You should have known that a night off with this group would mean a night of shenanigans, though the embarrassed smile on Andrew’s face tells you that he also didn’t think this is where the evening would go when he invited you to hang out with them.

You watch as a playing card is pulled from a deck, your hands fidgeting nervously with the red cup in your hand as Melissa holds up a Queen of Spades. 

“Okay, so! The game is called Suck and Blow,” she announces. A hush falls over the bus as the band turns their attention onto her. A few giggles ripple through the group as Melissa grins and takes another sip of her drink. “The goal is to take this card and pass it around the circle without your hands. The way we’re going to do that is—well, it’s called Suck and Blow. I’m sure you can figure it out. Larissa, can you help me demonstrate?” 

Larissa nods and scoots closer as Melissa holds the card up to the group. Then, she places it against her mouth and pulls her hands away. The card stays in place as she inhales through her mouth. She leans in close to Larissa’s face, and with a gentle blow, she pulls away to show Larissa holding the card with her own mouth. 

It’d be disingenuous to call it anything but intimate—basically a kiss with a thin barrier under the guise of a drinking game. It’s silly and childish, but everyone else seems enthusiastic to try. You should have known. This particular group has a penchant for both competition and chaos, only made worse when the two go hand-in-hand.

You watch as the card starts with Melissa, which is passed to Larissa, then to Kamilah, onto Kellen, then Alex. There’s a moment where the card nearly drops, but Alex saves it at the last second before leaning in to pass it to Andrew. Alex pulls away laughing, his face bright red before taking another sip of his drink. 

It all happens so quickly—you lean in to take the card, your heart racing at the mere thought of his proximity. What you don’t notice is the way the card slips from his mouth and falls into his lap. The first brush of your lips to his startles you, and you pull away with a sharp gasp and burning cheeks as the group hollers and teases you both. There are accusations thrown Andrew’s way, claiming that he did it on purpose, that he just wanted to kiss you which is why he even agreed to this stupid game in the first place. 

You watch his expression curiously. It’s not lost on you that he doesn’t argue, doesn’t deny anything as he picks up the card and waves it at you, a silent question. His own face is flushed, and you briefly wonder how much of it is the alcohol and how much of it is sheer embarrassment. Finally, you nod at him to try again. 

As you lean in again, he pulls the card away from his mouth and uses it to shield you both as he kisses you again. It’s soft and tentative, but clearly deliberate. You stare at him with wide eyes, only vaguely registering the way Alex yells at Rory that he owes him money.