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Hey, I know it’s been a while, but I’m thinking about starting to do a series of one shots about Professor Hozier and a student reader… but I hate using y/n in my writing.

So! Here are some names, take your pick!

Thanks x

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Week of Dabbles: day 7

Futile

Andrew and his wife were becoming increasingly sleep deprived from their newborn daughter’s sleep schedule. It’s getting silly.

The crying was constant and neither of them were getting much rest at all. But they knew it wouldn’t last forever and they kept reminding each other of that, all they can do is hope the end is soon. Despite the tiredness and frustration that came with having a newborn, they could still see the light at the end of the tunnel. They’ll get through this difficult time together and make sure their daughter gets all the love and care she needs to thrive. Because they’re parents and that’s what they do.

Then they hear it. The tears. They were snuggled up in bed, in hopes of a night together, but the hope was quickly lost.

“Stay in bed… like be back…”

She ties go grab at him, to pull him back, because her mum said you’ve gotta leave the baby to calm herself down. But it’s futile.

White a gentle kiss and a gruff sound from deep in his chest, he’s off to go calm down the baby.

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Week of Dabbles: day 6

Too Fuckin Early

Andrew only fell asleep a couple of hours ago, after spending a night working on music of sorts. In the end not much work was done by the time he lay himself beside her.

Just to be awakened by the sunlight filtering through his window; he turned to his lover's pillow to check whether she was still asleep. To his amusement, she was now missing, her side of their bed is stone cold.

He turned around, and there he saw her on the balcony looking over the landscape: a vast green, misted valley that lays close to his home can be seen from his balcony.

It’s truly gorgeous.

She’s waiting patiently for the day's first rays, in awe at how the world comes to life. She didn't even notice he was up and awake when he approached her, only when he put his arms around her and held her tight. Gentle kisses pressed to the back of her neck. They both silently enjoyed the first moments of the day together.

“It’s too fuckin early…”

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Week of Dabbles: day 5

Expressing

Andrew is sitting down in his room with his girlfriend, and they are both staring at each other in silence. He doesn’t know how to express how much his heart beats for her, how much he yearns for her.

He shows his love through acts and physical gestures: making coffee for her, making dinner, cleaning the house, kissing her, pushing his skin against hers.

The silence felt awkward and a bit tense, their sat on either ends of the couch. Doing completely different things. He feels the need to express his love, but he doesn't know how to say it.

She looks up at him, noticing his awkward shifting in his seat,

"Are you okay, Andy?"

"I'm...I'm fine…

… I love you.”

Andrew replies, a shake in his voice. He’s trying not to stare at her too intensely, because he doesn’t know how she’ll react to him trying to verbally express himself.

“I love you too.”

‘Thank God’ he thinks to himself as she answers so simply, as if it’s easy to just speak like that… but he’s happy.

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Week of Dabbles: day 4

Not Traditional

Andrew is say on his couch with his lover, holding her close to his body. His arm over her shoulder as he's playing with her hair whilst she rests her head on his chest on his shoulder. Her head tilting back toward him as she stares at the ceiling with a soft smile on her lips.

"So, I have something to ask you,"

He begins, turning his head so that he can look down at her directly. His eyes have nothing but love. This isn’t the most perfect situation, but right now feels like the right time to him.

It’s never felt like the right time: when they were on holiday, it didn’t feel like the right time. When they were basking in the Irish sun, it didn’t feel like the right time.

But right now does feel like the right time,

"I know it's not very traditional, and I don’t have a ring. But, will you marry me?"

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Week of Dabbles: day 3

Fan-Edits

As he walks in to her flat, because he has the key she gave him, but he stops in his tracks. Seeing his girlfriend is at her phone in her cozy couch, snuggled up in blankets and pillows.

“What are you doing?”

He questions with a smirk, crossing his arms as he watches her. She turns around and gives a sheepish smile, stuttering over her words, and trying to hide her phone to her chest. He chuckles for a moment, walking over to her.

“Let me just,”

he reaches for her phone and quickly pulls it towards him, getting a full view of a rather sexual edit of him. Specifically, his hands.

“Nothing, aye?”

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Week of Dabbles: day 2

Sunlight

The sunlight was pouring in through the windows and right into Andrew’s face, making his eyes plink open.

Slowly, with an annoyed groan, he opens his eyes fully to reveal that his beautiful girlfriend hadn't opened hers yet. So, she was still asleep next to him in the warm embrace of their bed, cuddled up into his side like a baby kola.

He decided to watch her for a little while longer before she wakes up. After all, she looked so peaceful and looked even more stunning with just the sunlight on her face and messy hair. Andrew smiled as he brushed some stray hair out of her face.

He slowly kisses at her cheeks, waking his lover gently.

“Morning, Beautiful.”

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Week of Dabbles: Day 1

Birthdays and Sts

Andrew doesn't care for his birthday.

It's just another day to him. He sits in his music studio and gets on with the daily grind, despite it being a national holiday in Ireland. He doesn't expect anything to happen.

That is until he gets home, and his girlfriend kisses his cheek and leads him to the dining table, with a soft,

“Happy Birthday, Bear.”

She surprises him with his favourite takeaways of an Italian restaurant in Bray with many cases of Guinness, and his friends gather to celebrate. It's a special, memorable day, and Andrew feels more loved than ever. He feels special and important. Its nice.

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I will start working on that, because apparently it’s wanted. 🥰

Send anything ideas you want, I might do them.

I’m thinkin about doing a little 7 day week of Hozier headcannons or dabbles every night. You know what I mean.

Thoughts?

Btw, here’s my mastterlist

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I’m thinkin about doing a little 7 day week of Hozier headcannons or dabbles every night. You know what I mean.

Thoughts?

Btw, here’s my mastterlist

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Pregnancy—Headcannons

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

• Andrew goes through multiple stages:

—> 1. Happiness

—> 2. Excitement

—> 3. Disbelief, wondering if the test is wrong, is it his.

—> 4. Joy, relief, contentment, he knows he’ll be a good father.

—> 5. Love, Andrew is already attached to his baby and he hasn't even met them yet!

• Andrew is over the moon when he finds out his girlfriend's pregnant. He buys her the best baby stuff, is super supportive. He couldn't be happier.

• He would be the sweetest, most supportive boyfriend and future father ever, and he would be so excited for his newborn to arrive.

• He would be patient, reassuring and gentle, and he would always make sure his partner felt supported, comfortable and loved.

—> Andrew was supportive, encouraging, and loving during your pregnancy. He took the burden of household tasks off you. He made sure you were safe, healthy, and well rested when you felt unwell. He rubbed your back to alleviate aches or helped you when you couldn't keep food down.

—> He was excited for your pregnancy and made sure to make you feel your best during this time. He was also there to support you emotionally, keeping you calm and reassuring you that everything was going to be okay.

• But he struggles watching you got through the symptoms of pregnancy. Watching you be sick, not being able to eat what you want, your fatigue and pains.

• Andrew struggles to watch it. To the point that he decided, soon after you started having morning sickness, that he wound not be in the delivery room.

• The sheer idea of you having a c-section has made him physically sick. Not because he doesn’t want to be there, but because he doesn’t want to stress you out during the experience by stressing himself.

—> he just knows he would pass out.

• And he’s so affectionate.He love eachother dearly. He loves your, cares you, cuddles you, rubs your belly, kissing you, and always makes you. laugh.

___ After the Baby is born & During Recovery___

• Andrew loves your baby, kisses baby, holds baby, cuddles baby, plays with baby, holds their hand, sings to them, feeds them, plays with them, carries baby, cuddles when baby’s crying, and makes baby laugh by being a playful silly father.

• Refuses to let you stay up with the baby, to him you’ve just created the miracle of life. Therefor, he bans you from doing anything that isn’t necessary.

—> Andrew takes care of you, he helps you move around because you aren’t able to. He carries you, picks you up, holds you, makes sure you’re alright. Andrew stays with you, cares for you.

—>Andrew makes sure your is alright, Andrew supports you emotionally, mentally, and physically during your healing period.

—> you want food, he’ll make it: you need a shower, he’ll help: you need to feed the baby, fine but you’ll have to do it under his watchful eye.

• He’s so protective of the baby, he wants to be with the baby and his girlfriend at all times, he cuddles the baby, he wants to hold the baby and care for the baby as much as possible.

—> he’s the kind of guy to do skin to skin with the baby to make them comfortable.

• He just wants his baby to be comfy and happy, he wants to feed the baby, burp the baby, he loves the baby so much.

• He’s just incredible in every way.

• He’s so sweet and attentive.

• Andrew is an attentive father who is deeply invested in his child's development and well-being. He's a patient teacher who patiently guides them through their milestones and encourages their exploration.

• He also sets examples of honesty, compassion, and kindness for his child to follow. Andrew is also protective of his child, making sure they're safe and teaching them how to look out for themselves.

• Andew is a caring and supportive dad who loves his child unconditionally. (He’s honestly the most beautiful person, inside and out)

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Vinyls

Pairings: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Summary: He’s got new vinyls coming out, but his girl needs to approve first. Because her opinion is most important.

He loves his girlfriend. Because she’s incredible and he’s a lover of strong women. I mean, who just writes a song about getting pegged.

He comes home, just to visit, because he’s gotta get back to being a musician, but it’s the 5th anniversary of ‘Wasteland, Baby!’. A lot of the songs on that album are about you, including Dinner & Diabetes because you pegged him, you’re his Wasteland Baby. So he thinks it’s very important to come home for a few day because of that anniversary.

So he’s standing at the door waiting for you to open it because his hands are full of things.

“Bear!”

His heart skips.

“Hey, how’s it going? Yer’ve got a few days with me before I’m back to tour.”

She giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing at his cheeks before helping him get all his things in the house.

“I’ve got a little present for you, Sugar.”

‘Sugar’, that’s a new one, but it sounds incredibly in his accent. And she’s definitely very sweet.

“Oh? You got me something? Bear… you didn’t have too.”

She says with a warm smile, taking his suitcase to the kitchen so the clothes can be washed and repacked. Not knowing what he has brought for her.

She giggles as he comes up to her a small bag, his bright smile is warm and pleasant. She takes the bag looking in side,

“It’s just a copy of ‘Wasteland, Baby!’?”

She says confused, looking back at him with a soft smile,

“Nah, Sugar… it’s a special copy.”

He says with a confident glint in his eyes.

She smiles, opening it up then screaming,

“Deluxe! A Deluxe!”

He smiles warmly at her reaction, so happy to have a lover who loves his music as much as he loves making it.

“Be (Acoustic)! Be! Acoustic!”

His heart melts at her, he just sits himself down on the couch, watching her as she hung the stars.

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No-yes-no-yes-well… he wouldn’t say he is, but the bruises to her love handles would say otherwise.

Grip

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Warnings:

Summary: At a dinner party, he’s jealous over your coworker.

She can feel his ring digging into her hip. His grip is unyielding, she’s well aware her hip is going to be bruised and sore tomorrow, he’ll probably kiss it better and mumble sorries into her skin.

All she’s doing is talking to a man she works with, her and Andrew are at a dinner party with all the people she works with, and she’s trying to talk to this male coworker about her job. But Andrew just digs his nails into her love handles, using the fat as leverage to tighten his grip.

“Sorry, excuse us:”

She says to the coworker, then pulls her lover out and away. She takes him to a toilet, she pushes him in it, sitting him on the closed toilet seat.

Pulling her skirt up a bit, giving her more leverage, to perch herself on his lap. Grabbing his hair, pulling him to make eye contact with her,

“What was that about? I’ve never seen you act so rude towards another person.”

He growls, grabbing her hips so harshly.

“Ow, Andrew! That hurts, you need to loosen your grip, I’m not going anywhere.”

She says, pinching at his knuckles so his grip loosens, Andrew’s eyes are so blacked out it’s insane. She can barely see the green of his eyes,

“You’re well aware of the fact your mine, correct?”

His hands move up, from her hips to her waist, gripping, almost desperate to leave a bruise. A mark.

“You know that right. That you’re mine. My lover. My girl. Mine.”

“Andrew, you’re hurting me.”

He stops. Almost as if he’s snapping out of it. His pupils decrease in size, then grow again with affection. His grip loosens massively, he’s barely touching her, his fingers are feather light on her hips.

“I… I’m so sorry… I should have known better…”

Gentle, he speaks so gingerly to her, pulling back, he fiddles with his fingers feeling ashamed of himself for being so harsh.

She takes his hands, bringing them softly back to her hips,

“What made you act like that?”

Swallowing down his pride, he mumbles something she doesn’t understand, he hides himself in her hair. Pushing his face into her hair, almost hiding from her, in her hair. She giggles softly, pushing him back on the toilet seat so they can make eye contact.

“Were you jealous, Bear?”

He grumbles, looking to the side.

“You were.”

“Yeah, so what?”

That was a bit harsh. He pouts softly, burying his head in her chest, nuzzling into her.

“Yeah… he was too close.”

“Who? Mark? How could he get too close? You were practically in between us.”

Andrew growls at the sheer mention of her coworkers name. His eyes getting angry again. She sighs, rubbing his shoulders to keep him sane.

“How about we go home? How does that sound?”

Without a second thought, she’s placed to the ground and lead out the dinner party. Your say in the car, plugged into the seat belt by him, then he gets in himself.

“All of that for nothing.”

“Eh?”

“You had such a big reaction over nothing.”

He’s about to speak, but he stops and just drives.

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Grip

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Warnings:

Summary: At a dinner party, he’s jealous over your coworker.

She can feel his ring digging into her hip. His grip is unyielding, she’s well aware her hip is going to be bruised and sore tomorrow, he’ll probably kiss it better and mumble sorries into her skin.

All she’s doing is talking to a man she works with, her and Andrew are at a dinner party with all the people she works with, and she’s trying to talk to this male coworker about her job. But Andrew just digs his nails into her love handles, using the fat as leverage to tighten his grip.

“Sorry, excuse us:”

She says to the coworker, then pulls her lover out and away. She takes him to a toilet, she pushes him in it, sitting him on the closed toilet seat.

Pulling her skirt up a bit, giving her more leverage, to perch herself on his lap. Grabbing his hair, pulling him to make eye contact with her,

“What was that about? I’ve never seen you act so rude towards another person.”

He growls, grabbing her hips so harshly.

“Ow, Andrew! That hurts, you need to loosen your grip, I’m not going anywhere.”

She says, pinching at his knuckles so his grip loosens, Andrew’s eyes are so blacked out it’s insane. She can barely see the green of his eyes,

“You’re well aware of the fact your mine, correct?”

His hands move up, from her hips to her waist, gripping, almost desperate to leave a bruise. A mark.

“You know that right. That you’re mine. My lover. My girl. Mine.”

“Andrew, you’re hurting me.”

He stops. Almost as if he’s snapping out of it. His pupils decrease in size, then grow again with affection. His grip loosens massively, he’s barely touching her, his fingers are feather light on her hips.

“I… I’m so sorry… I should have known better…”

Gentle, he speaks so gingerly to her, pulling back, he fiddles with his fingers feeling ashamed of himself for being so harsh.

She takes his hands, bringing them softly back to her hips,

“What made you act like that?”

Swallowing down his pride, he mumbles something she doesn’t understand, he hides himself in her hair. Pushing his face into her hair, almost hiding from her, in her hair. She giggles softly, pushing him back on the toilet seat so they can make eye contact.

“Were you jealous, Bear?”

He grumbles, looking to the side.

“You were.”

“Yeah, so what?”

That was a bit harsh. He pouts softly, burying his head in her chest, nuzzling into her.

“Yeah… he was too close.”

“Who? Mark? How could he get too close? You were practically in between us.”

Andrew growls at the sheer mention of her coworkers name. His eyes getting angry again. She sighs, rubbing his shoulders to keep him sane.

“How about we go home? How does that sound?”

Without a second thought, she’s placed to the ground and lead out the dinner party. Your say in the car, plugged into the seat belt by him, then he gets in himself.

“All of that for nothing.”

“Eh?”

“You had such a big reaction over nothing.”

He’s about to speak, but he stops and just drives.

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Masterlist

Hozier x Reader

Style, or lack there of

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader.

Summary: Where did Hozier suddenly get all his style from? He comes out of his 4 year hiding for ‘Unreal Unearth’, all the flannel have been replaced with shirts and all his jeans have been replaced with nice trousers. Why? Because he got a girlfriend, who doesn’t let him walk out the house looking like a butch lesbian

Cats or Dogs

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader.

Summary: reader is a cat person, her boyfriend, Andrew, is very much a dog person. And at this point in their lives, they want another living thing to take care of in their shared home. The age old question of cats or dogs stumps them, because they can’t agree

Freckles

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader.

Summary: the summers in Ireland are slowly getting hotter, and that makes the garden seem more inviting.

Are you cold?

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader.

Summary: Your from a warmer climate, and despite friends and family telling you that you wouldn’t cope the cold, you decided to spend Christmas and the time after it with your lover in Ireland… and it’s fuckin cold

Da, it’s Da

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader.

Summary: in Ireland and the northern parts of England (where I’m from), a child would never call their father ‘daddy’, for the mere thought of ‘Daddy is for gals with issues and gay men with bigger issues’ (which is true). So, I believe Andrew would want to be called ‘Da’ like most other fathers… so yeah, Andrew arguing with his and Reader’s child about what the child should call him.

Everything, Everywhere

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader.

Summary: his lover is laying there, laying under 6 feet under the grass. Gone to the world. The love of his life: gone. Yet, he stills comes every week, to smile at her, and tell her that one day he’ll join her, but he promised her to live to the fullest… so he will.

What do you mean grey?!

Pairing: dad!Andrew Hozier-Byrne x wife!Reader.

Summary: Andrew with his beautiful hair and beard, he’s very proud of them both: of the length, the colour, the health of it. And one day, one very long day, where he’s spent his whole day being stern dad to his daughter, and at the end he gets in bed with his wife and the mother of his child just for her to notice something in his hair.

Mine : Ours

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader.

Summary: Andrew meets his son for the first time, and he’s a bit angry about it. Because after 10 years, reader kept his son from him.

Work Song

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Summary: Andrew and his lover have a little cuddling after their time together.

Grip

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Summary: At a dinner party, he’s jealous over your coworker.

Wash Day

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Summary: Wash day is Sunday, so Andrew and his girlfriend get in the shower together (not sexually).

Vinyl

Pairings: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Summary: He’s got new vinyls coming out, but his girl needs to approve first. Because her opinion is most important.

Headcannons

Hozier

Age Gap

Controversial Age Gap

Pregnancy

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Wash Day

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Warnings:

Summary: Wash day is Sunday, so Andrew and his girlfriend get in the shower together (not sexually).

He’s just minding his business, siting in the living room of your home, book in hand, glasses on his face. He’s nice and comfy, content, thinking his gonna be sat there for a while,

“It’s wash day!”

There, all ruined in a 3 word sentence, his day of lounging around and reading is destroyed by his girlfriend yelling that today is the day of the week where she washes his hair… because apparently he can’t do it himself.

Begrudgingly, he puts down his book, making his way up to the big bathroom in the house. There’s his girlfriend, smiling at him, with the little (it’s not little who is he kidding) basket of hair products.

Two washes, conditioner, hair mask, a plethora of curly hair products, and other tools she’ll ’torture’ him with. That’s how this will go, that’s how it happens every week on Sunday.

Sunday is wash day, she washes his hair then her own. It’s always wash day, yet every week he forgets how bad it is, then has to do it again.

“Come on, strip.”

She says with a smile, Turing on the shower so it can warm up.

“Wow… what am I, a common whore?”

She giggles at him, before getting undressed herself so they can get in together. A few minutes later, she’s got him sat on the floor, so she can reach his head, in the large shower. First step is getting his hair wet, the shower head is pulled off the wall to make this happen. She points the warm water start at his hair, getting it wet, then for the fun of it she spritz of water into his face,

“Aye!”

“Oh, hush. You spend you mornings in the Irish Sea, a little warm water to the face isn’t gonna kill you.”

He grumbles, at her words, crossing his arms as his girlfriend gets his hair all drenched so it can be shampooed.

And thats the next thing, a shampoo bar is pulled out of the basket, it’s taken out of the case it’s kept in so it doesn’t mould. She scrubs his hair with the bar, until it starts to bubble up, the bar is discarded and she just massages his scalp and rubs the shampoo into his hair.

He leans back into her tummy, his eyes closed, a low hum of pleasure coming from deep into his chest.

“Does that feel good, Bear?”

The reply comes in a soft rumble from his chest, she giggles at his enjoyment, continuing to massage the built up dirt from his hair and scalp.

She grabs the shower head, washing the first round of shampoo out of his hair. The warm water runs over his head and face, dripping down his body, leaving a sweet soothing feeling down his body.

She moves about, putting the first shampoo bar back in the basket,

“Ooo! Do you want to try this honey scented  shampoo?”

He doesn’t care, what she uses on his hair. He’s just mindless, so deep in the soothing pleasure of her touch. He just nods in his mindless state.

She smiles, repeating the acts again. She opens the shampoo bar, except she holds it to his nose before she uses it, its smells great. She scrubs the bar into his hair, then massages it into his scalp and hair. Then washes it out.

“There we go! That’s the first thing done, and we’re only 15 minutes in.”

She says with a smile, kissing his cheek, as if praising him for just sitting still so she could wash his hair.

She moves off to the basket, putting everything back, and finally pulling conditioner out. She move to his hair, slathering the conditioner on her hands, then threading it through his hair, making sure not to get it on his roots. Finally she pulls out, washing off the conditioner on her hands,

“3 minutes wait time, just sit there and look pretty.”

He smiles at her comment, then 3 minutes later she washes the conditioner out, the a hair mask is caked on his hair. She wraps a shower cap around his head.

“Come on, hun… I’ve gotta wash my hair while that mask does its thing.”

“Yes, ma’am”

He moves to a small stone bench kept in their large shower, and he just watches as she washes her own hair.

It’s a lot quicker for her to wash her hair, because she’s been doing this since she was a kid. Washing her hair out, it’s takes all of 15 minutes for her to shampoo her hair twice and condition it. That leaves another 15 minutes for his hair mask, so she puts her own hair mask in.

“Are you done, honey?”

She hums back at him, moving back to him, standing in front of him, her hands on his cheeks, rubbing his cheekbones with her thumbs.

“Hey, do you recon we should shampoo and condition your beard?”

She jokes, the answer is yes, they could shampoo and condition his beard. But he doesn’t want to say yes, because then washing his beard will also become a regular thing.

“……no.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No…”

“Yes, you are… we should wash your beard!”

“Please no…”

It was too late, now their sat on the shower floor, her rubbing the honey shampoo bar along his cheek. Giggling at his little pout. She rubs the shampoo into his beard, her hands moving along his cheeks, smiling at him warmly.

“Why…? You didn’t have to do this to me…”

She giggles, kissing his lips, so some of the shampoo transfers onto her cheeks as well.

“Look at that! No we’re matching!”

She says happily, we do match, both in shower caps with shampoo foam on our cheeks. She smiles at him, grabbing the shower head and washing the shampoo off his and her cheeks. Then she moves in with the conditioner to his beard, and his pout only gets bigger.

“Please tell me we’re not doing this again…”

She laughs, waiting the 3 minutes for the conditioner, then washing off.

“Look, time to wash out your hair mask!”

His sighs, when the shower cap is pulled off his head, just to get slapped in the face with his hair, making his lover laugh.

The hair mask is washed out, and she leaves him to wash his body while she finishes washing her hair and her own body.

___

She now has Andrew sat in her vanity chair, having other products scrunched into his hair. She’s stood behind him, finger coiling his hair, separating his strands of hair and coiling them so she doesn’t have to put his hair in rolls.

“Now, Andy… I’m gonna give you the choice, do you want to defuse your hair or not?”

“No, I just want to get dry and read my book… please.”

She smiles softly, kissing his cheek softly, tying his hair up in an old cotton t-shirt so it can dry naturally.

“Ya know, I should get you a bonnet.”

He sighs, not really listening anymore, he just gets into pyjamas and goes back downstairs to sit in his arm chair with the book he’s been trying to read.

And then, she joins him, making herself comfortable in his lap as he reads.

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Work Song

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Warnings: I’m sorry in advance.

Summary: Andrew and his lover have a little cuddling after their time together.

They lie there. In each other’s arms. Enjoying the afterglow of their time together.

He runs his fingers along her spine, grazing his nails up and down her skin. He presses his hooked nose into her cheek, nuzzling into the flesh there, all for a soft giggle that passes her lips in response.

“What are you doing, Bear?

Bear. That’s his name, well his name is Andrew, but that’s her name for him. Her Bear. Why does she call him that? He has no clue. Yet he enjoys it, being her Bear is very important to him.

He pulls back from her, now pushing his nose under her jaw so he can nuzzle into the flesh on her neck.

In a quick response, her hands run down his bare chest, finding there final resting place on his tummy, tangling into his happy trail. He hopes she doesn’t push further down his body, there not dressed, and he too tired to continue the night’s events.

She doesn’t. Her nails just move up and down the hair on his abdomen, just giving him simple affection. He needs to speak,

But the words are caught in his throat. He’s desperate to tell her everything he feels before it’s too late, because he knows so well that nothing lasts forever. All things end, the question is when.

He doesn’t think he does enough, and nether does she; but they do everything for the other.

‘Anything to make your life easier, even if it makes mine harder.’

That’s what she would tell him while doing something for him, that’s her way of telling him she loves him. And it’s enough for him, she doesn’t have to tell him of her love, because he already knows.

Drop.

Something hits his nose, a drop of rain? Why would it be raining in their bedroom, it wouldn’t be.

Then it all comes back.

He’s not cozy in his room with his lover, he’s not even in his home, nor is he with his lover.

He’s sat in the beginning of rain, with her grave. Daydreaming. And it’s raining, the fuckin rain woke him out of his mind; his heart now aches for a reality that doesn’t exist. Well, it did exist once.

He sighs, pulling himself up, he blows his lover a kiss, even though she can’t receive it. He tells her that he loves her, and that they’ll meet again.

And he leaves. Like always.

No matter how many yearning songs he writes, no matter how much he begs what ever God there is: she is not coming back. And he’s going to have to come to terms with that.

Everyone always tells him to move on, meet someone new, have a family. His family always get weird about it, he always knew they wanted him to get over her, meet another; nobody realises how hard it is, she was the love of his life, and she’s gone.

All he can do is carry on, but meet another is a separate ‘issue’, he doesn’t see the point, you can’t find that love twice. It’s been and gone.

All that’s left is a pretty stone and memories.

… and the plot next to her, ready and waiting for him.