Small Thing That Breaks My Heart:

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.

touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know

Hello! I hope your day is going well 🥰 Could you possibly do #12 from the kiss prompt list?

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hidden corners & secret kisses hozier x reader rating: T (SFW) tags: secret relationship, secret kisses, general band shenanigans words: 657

A fire pit roars near the buses on the outskirts of the festival grounds. In the distance, a rock band you’ve only vaguely heard before plays their set to a screaming crowd, and you kick back in your folding chair with a sigh. Thankfully, Andrew’s set was over for the evening, done before the sun had even set, and now the band and a few crew are hanging out before the next day’s performance. 

Andrew nudges you with his knee, a surreptitious touch that makes you smile. When you glance at him, he’s staring straight ahead, eyes focused on the blackened marshmallow that Kellen pulls from the fire with a gasp and a swear before blowing out the flames. 

As far as you know, nobody in the band is aware of your evolving relationship with Andrew. It’s an agreement you made from the beginning—the status of your relationship is strictly on a need-to-know basis until you get home. It’s a precaution given the amount of eyes that are on him now, although he’s admitted to feeling terrible about the whole ordeal. Each guilty sigh was met with understanding and soft words, affirming to him that you didn’t want to be a spectacle anymore than he did. At least, not for the wrong reasons. 

You catch Andrew typing on his phone in your periphery, jumping when your phone buzzes on your thigh. The message is a simple, “Follow me?” followed by a side-eye emoji that makes you smile. He doesn’t look at you directly, but you can see the way he watches you from the corner of his eye and smiles in return. 

He gets up wordlessly and disappears with a faint, “Be right back,” when Alex calls after him in confusion.Your leg bounces wildly as you wait for a moment to slip away. The opportunity presents itself as Kamilah shouts for anyone to bring her graham crackers while violently blowing out her own burnt marshmallow. In the midst of the chaos and laughter, you quietly walk back in the same direction as Andrew, rounding the corner of the bus and knocking into him as he leans against the metal structure. 

“They make me nervous sometimes,” you murmur with a shake of your head as the shrieks continue, a faint, “You made me drop my s’more!” ringing out in between giggles. 

Andrew pulls you into a hug and holds you as you rest your head against his chest. “As long as the bus doesn’t catch on fire…again…” 

“To be fair, that wasn’t their fault necessarily. Couldn’t have known the microwave would explode like that.”

“True,” he hums. “And the deposit should hopefully cover the damage to the carpet.”

“And you know how to use a fire extinguisher now,” you add.

You feel him shake in quiet laughter. “You know, for being in my 30s, I probably should have known that anyway.”

“Yeah, you and everyone else here,” you snort. 

You pull back to look at him, startling when you catch his tender gaze. One large hand cups your chin, gently forcing your eyes upwards as he leans in to kiss you. You hide your face in his t-shirt once more, sighing softly as he squeezes you and presses a kiss to your head. It’s moments like these that you desperately try not to take for granted—out in the open, under the stars, a cool breeze lapping at your skin as you bask in each other’s warmth and silence. 

Another shriek breaks your reverie, and you hear your own name being called as Ryan shouts something about, “Alex, you’re such a fucking tattler!” You thump your head against Andrew’s chest once before pulling away from him with an amused sigh.  “Duty calls,” you whisper, leaning up for another kiss. He squeezes you again, and you straighten yourself out once he releases you before rounding the bus with a shout. “What the fuck are you guys doing now, huh?!”

fanfiction is so beautiful because what do you mean i can read the same characters falling in love 92737389 times in different scenarios and not get tired of it.

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hear me out—hozier reading the silica tweet out loud, and then immediately transitioning into eat your young

“BE QUIET, SILICA GEL! CAN’T YOU SEE I’M starving, darling, let me put my lips to something…”