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Oooh? We doin something for your bday Andrew?? 👀

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Hozier x teacher!reader, where she works with primary young kids and gets stuck in “talking to students” mode and it’s all sweet and wholesome and adorable? 😊😊😊

So I completely agree with the idea of it being wholesome! It was a little interesting to write but here you go!

Once a teacher, Always a teacher.

Andrew Hozier X reader

-Warnings: none, fluff.

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Andrew had always loved how passionate you were about your job. From the moment he met you, he could see the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about your students, the way you carried their stories with you like treasured keepsakes. It was one of the things he admired most about you—how much love you put into shaping young minds.

What he hadn’t expected, though, was how deeply ingrained your “teacher mode” was in your everyday life.

It had been a long day for you, filled with glue sticks gone rogue, an impromptu sing-along session to settle some restless little ones, and a sandbox incident that had left you scrubbing out sand from places sand had no business being. But despite the exhaustion, you had made it home to Andrew, and now you’re curled up on the couch in one of his oversized sweaters, and were nursing a cup of tea.

Andrew had just walked into the living room, guitar in hand, intending to play something soft while you unwound. He smiled at you, tilting his head slightly as he observed how your eyelids drooped sleepily.

“Long day, love?” he asked, voice gentle.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, patting the seat next to you absentmindedly. “The kids were full of energy today. I think someone snuck extra sugar into their lunch.”

He chuckled, setting his guitar aside as he sat down beside you. “Sounds like you had your hands full.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” You let out a soft sigh, rubbing your temple before turning toward him. “How was your day, sweetheart?”

He couldn’t help the way his lips curled into a smirk at the term of endearment. You used pet names often, but this one had a certain lilt to it, one he recognized well from the way you spoke to your students.

“It was good,” he said, watching you closely. “Worked on a song, went for a walk, picked up some groceries.”

You nodded approvingly. “Good choices! Did you remember to get something healthy?”

He blinked. “Uh—”

Your eyebrows raised expectantly, and suddenly, Andrew felt like he was six years old again, caught red-handed with a pocket full of sweets.

“I got some apples?” he offered meekly.

You beamed. “That’s wonderful! Apples are a great choice. Did you eat a proper meal today?”

He let out a soft laugh. “I did, I promise.”

“Good job, bud!” You patted his knee absentmindedly, completely unaware of the way he was now shaking with quiet laughter. “Proud of you!”

It wasn’t until you looked up at him—really looked—that you realized what you had just done. His face was painted with pure amusement, his green eyes twinkling with barely contained laughter.

Your mouth fell open in horror. “Oh my God.”

“You’re in teacher mode, aren’t you?” He grinned, leaning in just slightly, as if to tease you further.

“I—no—I mean, maybe?” You buried your face in your hands with a dramatic groan. “It’s been a long day.”

He reached out, gently peeling your fingers away from your face. “Hey, I think it’s adorable.”

You peeked at him warily. “Sure you do…”

“Mhm,” he said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I love how much you care. And if that means I get a few ‘good jobs’ and some gold-star energy from time to time, I’m not complaining.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your heart was undeniable. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re the most wonderful person I know,” he countered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Now, how about I play you a song while you rest? You’ve earned it.”

You exhaled, melting against him as he picked up his guitar once more. “That sounds perfect.”

As his fingers danced along the strings, filling the room with soft melodies, you realized that no matter how chaotic your days were, you would always have this—this warmth, this love, this man who embraced every part of you, even the parts that sometimes slipped into ‘talking to students’ mode.

After a few minutes of sweet, calming music, Andrew paused and grinned at you. “You know, I could make you a sticker chart.”

You groaned, swatting at his arm. “Do not.”

“Oh, but imagine! ‘Did the dishes? Gold star. Remembered to eat lunch? Gold star. Successfully stayed out of teacher mode for an entire conversation? Tons of star!”

You buried your face into his shoulder, laughing despite yourself. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it.” He pressed another kiss to your temple. “Admit it.”

You sighed dramatically. “Fine. Maybe a little.”

He squeezed your hand. “Good job, bud. Proud of you.”

You groaned, shoving him playfully, and he laughed, pulling you closer as his fingers found the strings once more.

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I hope you enjoy!!!

I still take requests and I’ll be answering the already requested!!

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Hi, I love your sick ficlets. Was wondering if you could write Hozier’s back going out at like the worst time, like about to propose or mid-argument with reader, all the fluff of reader taking care of him 🤗

I’m happy you enjoyed the sick fics!!! And ofc!

Poor Andrew seems to have back issues and he’s only in his thirties and tall🥹

I hope you enjoy and I’m still taking requests and writing the already requested!!

(I love this picture of him😭)

Backache

Andrew Hozier X reader

-Warnings: none, nonchalantly throwing his back out and then being babied

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It was supposed to be perfect.

Andrew had planned every detail—right down to the way the way he would get down on his knee and prepose on you’re favorite hiking trail. But now the ring box was nestled in his pocket of his sweatpants. The two of you had spent the day hiking along the cliffs, your favorite pastime, the salty wind tangling your hair as he stole glances at you, his heart nearly bursting with the weight of what he was about to do.

He had waited for this moment for months, carrying that ring with him everywhere, rehearsing the words he would say. And now, standing atop the overlook where the sea met the sky in an endless stretch of blue, he reached for the box in his pocket—

And his back gave out.

The sharp pain shot through him like lightning, and a strangled groan escaped his lips, the ring box slipping from his fingers and tumbling onto the rocky ground.

“Andrew!” You said quickly while noticing his pained expression. “What happened?! What’s wrong?!

“My back,” he grit out, his face contorted in agony. “Oh, holy shit—”

Panic and concern warred in your eyes as you knelt beside him. “Did you twist something? Do you need to sit down? Lie down? Oh my God, do we need an ambulance?”

“N-no,” he stammered, putting his hands on his needs. “Just… I was gonna— good lord…”

You didn’t wait for him to finish, immediately slipping an arm around his waist, doing your best to support his towering frame. He groaned as he leaned into you, his head dropping onto your shoulder.

And then, through his pained grumbles, you noticed the small black box lying a few inches away.

Your breath caught. “Wait… Andrew… were you—”

He let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “I was tryin’ to propose, but I think I might be dyin’ instead.”

Your heart swelled, emotions crashing over you in waves. “You absolute idiot,” you whispered, cupping his face gently as his brows furrowed through the pain. “You’re not dying, but you are a dumbass.”

“Yea.” he muttered, “but I’m a dumbass who loves you.”

You exhaled a watery laugh. “I love you too. But we’re gonna have to get you home before I can give you an answer.”

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Helping him back to the car was an ordeal in itself, filled with gritted teeth, soft reassurances, and the occasional curse slipping from his lips. Once you got him home, you forced him onto the couch with a heat pack, fluffing pillows around him as he grumbled about being babied.

“Shut up,” you said, pressing a kiss to his forehead as you adjusted the heating pad against his lower back. “You’re hurting right now, so you better get comfortable.”

“I’d be much more comfortable if you answered the question,” he murmured, eyes searching yours even as he winced.

You rolled your eyes but smiled, reaching for the abandoned ring box that had made it into your pocket after the disaster. Flipping it open, you gasped softly at the simple yet stunning ring inside.

“Andrew,” you whispered.

His voice was soft, despite the pain. “Will you?”

You leaned down, brushing your lips against his, careful not to jostle him too much. “Of course, my love...”

Despite everything, his arms managed to snake around you, holding you close even as his back screamed in protest. And even through the pain, he still managed the brightest smile.

After a while you found yourself sitting on the couch with his head in your lap. You were softly humming and running his fingers through his hair.

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I swear I’m trying to my fanfics long😭

I hope you enjoyed and I’ll be writing the rest of the request soon!!!

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Suggestions? Questions? Fanfic prompts? Anyone? Anything?

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•SUPER RANDOM AND NOT NORMAL POST•

(SPOILER FOR ‘IF WE WERE VILLAINS.’)

I just finished ‘If we were villains’ and I finished the book while crying. Here are something I thought, can’t stop thinking about and destroyed me about:

SPOILERS AHEAD

(I’ll probably end up editing this if I think of anything else)

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•Oliver lying and saying that he killed Richard and taking James place in jail, just shows that Oliver always loved him.

•The idea of Meredith and Oliver ending up together utterly shattered my heart for some reason especially during the end of the book.

•ALEXANDER ALMOST DYING😭

•Anytime Oliver got jealous

•I was listening to music and ‘That’s life’ by Frank Sinatra came on and I mental said “This makes perfect sense.”

•Richard calling James “Little Prince” bc he was the only child and his family was wealthy

•Richard knowing James and Oliver were a “thing” before they both realized

•OLIVER STILL LOVING JAMES EVEN THOUGH HES DEAD

•The parallel/resemblance of them acting in Julius Caesar and Richard being Caesar while James was Brutus. And then James killing Richard, just like what Brutus did to Cesar.

•The idea of this book being written just like a play script here and there

•The face Gwendolyn stopped getting close to her students after the events

•James is the tragic hero😭

•How Gwendolyn basically slut-shamed Meredith (my Shayla😭)

•The fact Wren is basically female parallel to James

•How it seemed weirdly similar to “The secret history”

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And we just expect it and nod our heads😭

hozier be like *sexy Irish gibberish* “darling” *sexy Irish gibberish*

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WHY IS HE SO CUTE😭😭😭

I can’t stop watching this he’s so beautiful!!

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Hello!

I really like your writings! So if it’s okay, could I possibly request something?

Context is, these days it seems like Andrew is a little sick and he was about to cancel a show but he didn’t. (Bless his heart).

I was thunking maybe something along the lines of how reader is worried for him and is not approving of the whole not cancelling the shows and overall she takes care of him.

Thank you so much once again!

Just for a day.

Andrew Hozier X reader

Summary/warnings: kinda like my Fic “Sick day” but just on tour.

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Another day, another day being sick, another tour, it was like a cycle. You brought that fact up to Andrew several times but he would just dismiss it. Until one evening. He was laying on the hotel bed, the covers over him and a box of tissue on the bedside table. This was on of the worst cold’s he has had this entire tour. You were sitting next to him and gently rubbing his back as he attempted to get sleep before the concert, but it wasn’t working. A good hour pasted and he got up to start getting ready to go. You tried to convince him to stay and just rest, to cancel the concert.

“Honey, the fans spent their hard earned money on these tickets… I’m not about to cancel because I don’t feel good.”

You sighed and folded your arms over your chest.

“I’m sure they would understand. Just because your a famous musician doesn’t mean your not human!”

He shook his head a continued to button his shirt.

“You were about to anyways. Why not just do it? I mean even Alex isn’t feeling well.”

He turned to you, he was aggravated because he knew you were right.

“I know… I know… just let me do this show and I’ll cancel the next one…”

“Fine… but you better swear that you’ll do this.”

“I swear. I just don’t want to disappoint anyone... nor do I want to be sick…”

His face turned soft and he turned to look at him.

“I know you do, love… I just… want you to feel better and rest…”

He softly nods his head and smiles.

“I’ll do this concert and then cancel the next one. Deal?”

She smiles and then hugs him.

“Deal… thank you for taking care of yourself…”

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A couple days later and Andrew is cuddled up in the hotel bed. You were laying next to him softly rubbing his back. You softly hum songs to him here and there but for the most part it was quiet. He canceled the concert and made a point to rest.

“Feel any better?”

You softly hum after a while.

“A little bit… but you holding me is helping the most.”

You laugh at him. You then gently kiss his forehead.

“Then if this is helping I guess I have no other choice but keep on holding you til you get better.”

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•Ok soooo, I hope you enjoyed it. I know it was short but believe me I tried 😐. It got a little confusing while writing I don’t know why. But I hope you enjoy.

•Another thing is, I might delete the “More than two.” Fanfic, it just seems weird to write about something of that aspect. I’m definitely considering it. But I’m still taking requests and still writing.

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Hi everyone.

I’m so sorry for being so inactive lately and not responding to any fanfic requests. My life has gotten super busy (School, band, family.) and I’ve lost motivation to write (burnout).

I’m so sorry but due to most recent events in my life (my grandmother passing), I will be less active and not taking requests for a while.

When I come back I’ll make a post letting you all know.

Much love!

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sickening

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DO A FLIP! — I, Carrion (Icarian) Intro HOZIER @ Marlay Park, Dublin | 5/July/24

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Bitches be like “I’m fine” but has some Hozier song on repeat for 5 days now.

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He's literally just Some Fuckin Guy™ I love him so much 😭

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Andrew strikes again

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when hozier said the awful things we do to make the head go quiet

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Hello! I want to express how kuch I love your writings!

Do you still take requests? TIA! Xx

Awww thank you so much!!! And yes I still take requests at the moment!❤️

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Group crying session happening now 😭😭

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