There He Was. // Elijah Hewson X Reader! (Fluff)
prompt: just a short fic about u2 (i'm sorry lol) realizing they're in love after you've had a bad date.
words: 1,8K.
 Your elbows had the marks from Ali's table edge, and she watched you carefully, as if she understood but didn't judge. You were afraid of going home and facing a different reality, so you sought refuge at Eli's house. Your chest felt heavy, though no tears fell, just brief moments of misty eyes that quickly faded.
 "Did he treat you badly?" Her voice was firm, maternal. She gently rubbed your shoulders and placed a glass of water in front of you. Ali had known you since you could remember and always seemed to understand what you needed, even if she didnât say it outright.
 "It was strange. He treats me well when we're alone, but the problem is when we're with others." You didnât elaborate much, not fully certain of your own feelings, or maybe you just didnât want to be. Ali nodded, showing she was there for you. Your eyes drifted down the hallway as you questioned why you ended up there after such a terrible date. The picture of Eli on the wall reminded you of his first girlfriend and how he used to take time during band rehearsals to explain inside jokes to her, ensuring she felt included. You longed to be treated like that, to be cherished. But instead, you had someone who seemed tired of you in public.
 "Hey," Eliâs voice startled you, making you smile softly amid your inner chaos. His voice was rough and slow, probably because he was getting ready for bed. "Whatâre you doinâ here?" he asked, surprised. His oversized shirt sleeves were rolled up, and his pajama pants made him look like he was begging for a hug, especially with his messy hair.
 Ali glanced between the two of you, giving Eli room to sit next to you. As she left the room with a soft kiss on your forehead, you realized you and Eli were just staring at each otherânot in an awkward way, but not entirely normal either. You felt a knot forming in your throat as you admitted, "I donât think he really likes me."
 Eli sighed, adjusting in the chair beside you, his shoulder touching yours. The small gesture lightened the weight in your chest. "What did he do?" His voice was more alert now as he gently brushed your hair from your face, looking at you as if the situation were more serious than it seemed. Eli tolerated him out of respect for you, but it was clear he never liked the guy.
 "Nothing, Iâm fine," you swallowed hard, but Eli's raised eyebrows made it clear he was waiting for you to go on. You felt stupidâyou should have seen it coming. There was a reason he avoided you in the hallways or didnât walk with you near his friends. He was older, attractive, and sweet when you were alone, but you had been just a distraction for someone you thought you could rely on longer.
 "You were so excited to go out with him today. Iâm sorry it wasnât what you expected." The tears returned, blurring your vision. You had never gone out with anyone before, but you had spent years watching Eli go through relationships, each one seeming good in its own way. You thought you could have the same, that it would be a positive experience. You craved the experience, not necessarily the person.
 Eli lightly held your hand, tracing it with his thumb. He was patient, despite his clear restlessness. "It was a mess. I thought Iâd meet his friends, make new ones, and that it would be fun, you know? But..." You trailed off, watching the soft light in the room and Eliâs familiar curls from childhood, feeling a warm sensation in your chest. You continued, describing things Eli had never made you feel.
 "I ended up alone most of the time. Heâd ask me to wait, disappear, and then come back like nothing had happened. The only interaction we had was when he made a vulgar comment about my outfit, and his friends laughed with him. It was so embarrassing. I donât even know how I got into this situation," you chuckled weakly. "I donât want to see him again, Eli."
 He scratched his chin, exhaling heavily, unable to hide his irritation. It wasnât an overreactionâyou knew him well. "I feel a bit stupid, and I shouldâve paid attention when you didnât like him," you admitted. Eli looked at you with a faint smile on his lips.
 "Him being an idiot isnât your fault, and his behavior is just a reflection of his bad character." You hadnât expected Eli to throw an "I told you so" in your face, but he proved to be exactly the person Eli had hinted at when he first commented about him. You had been blind, assuming those comments were more about how youâd spend less time with Eli now that you had someone else to hang out with.
 Eli stretched out his arm, pulling you toward him. Your head fell onto his shoulder, your cheek resting against the soft fabric of his shirt, his scent soothing you. You lifted your head briefly, meeting his caramel eyes fixed on you, and it felt right to be there. Resting your head back, you wrapped your arms around his waist, falling silent.
 Eli looked at you for a long moment, wondering how much the guy had hurt you. You had been happy to have someone new, but your conversations always circled back to the same issues, and Eli knew that no matter what you said, nothing would change. He noticed the waves of your hair, the makeup accentuating your eyes, and the form-fitting dress. He couldnât remember when he first started thinking of you like this, but he realized now that you were beautifulâand maybe this wasnât the first time he had caught himself contemplating it. The yellow jacket you wore made him wonder if it was a response to the jerkâs comment.
 He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You were always so talkative around him, so your silence bothered him. It made him want to fix things, as if he couldnât bear to see someone he cared about so much feeling down.
 "Are you stayinâ here tonight?" he asked, eyes closed, still holding you.
 "Can I?"
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 You could still feel his rings brushing against your fingers, a familiar, comforting sensation, much like the freckles on his face, which even in the moonlight seemed to exist just for you. Eli couldnât sleep. You stayed in his bed while he settled on a mattress on the floor beside you, and the scent of you on the fabric brought him a quiet sense of peace. The silence spoke volumes, both of you knowing exactly what the other was thinking without uttering a single word. The next day dragged on, unremarkable yet heavy. You didnât see him in the morningâyou left for work right away. But you were glad to have seen Ali, thanking her for having welcomed you the night before and for making Eli in '99 so he can be good company for you these days.
 Aliâs warm embrace, her knowing smileâthings you hadnât realized youâd been craving for so longâleft you wondering how long you had been blind to it. As you sorted through a stack of new CDs, deciding which ones to keep and which to shelve, the day felt oddly clear, as if a veil had been lifted. It dawned on you: your relationship with him wasnât about seeking the experience you thought you wanted, but the experience you truly neededâwith Eli. This wasnât some fleeting teenage desire to kiss him passionately; it was deeper. You found yourself thinking about him all day, anticipating the next moment you could be near him because his presence simply made you feel good. And now that you realized it, you knew it wasnât the first time youâd felt this way.
 Sure, you wanted to kiss him, but more than that, you wanted to rest your head on his shoulder, nap while he kissed the top of your head, and feel his fingers gently brushing your arm. The guys from last night came into the store, acting like they didnât know you. Maybe they didnât remember, but it didnât matterâyou felt out of place standing there in your uniform, weighed down by memories of the night before. You heard there had been a fight involving him, and you didnât feel bad hoping the worst for him. They paid without looking you in the eye, and you became aware that was all they had to offerânothing.
 You didn't like your uniform, that made it worse at that very moment, and then your thoughts drifted to Eli. Heâd see you like this. He had seen you countless times before wearing that thing, but now you wonderedâhad he ever thought of you as more than just a childhood friend? Even with the mucus, bad uniforms, showing up with problems in the middle of the night, and poor taste in partners? As if summoned by your thoughts, there he was.Â
 Eli walked into the store, head down, hair covering his face. Straightening up, you smiled at him, trying your best to look decent. "Did you bring food?" you asked, reaching for the bags in his hands, already greasy. He nodded, "Thought burgers and fries might brighten your day." You smiled, taking them in your hands, and noticed how his mood lifted to match yours. He could easily feel happy if you were.
 He lingered by the counter, giving you a shy smile when you turned to face him. You stared at him, noticing the redness around his eyeânot a big mark, but sure to get worse with time. You couldnât picture Eli in a fight; it wasnât his nature, nor was he built for it. Asking him what happened would be pointlessâyou knew the answer, and he would deny it. Wiping your fingers, you walked over to him, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. "Was it bad? Youâre not hurt more than this, are you?" Concern welled up, stinging your eyes. You've had the feeling of having him there for you when you needed him before, it was just more intense. He hugged you tighter, and you could feel his tension ease. "Heâs worse off." You both laughed at it, as if it were mundane.
 You werenât sure if it was true, but you couldnât deny the satisfaction of imagining the jerk guy bruised. It was hard to believe anyone would do that for you, you were glad it was Eli. The thought crossed your mindâdid he feel the same way? Has he thought of you like this before? His fingers traced soft circles on your back, his lips brushing your hair, his warm chest a steady comfort against your cheek as your breathing fell into sync. "Thank you, Eli, but donât do something like that again. I prefer you in one piece." His laugh rumbled through you, and it made you calm. Eli had told his mother earlier that morning he wouldnât let you go through more bad people before finding the good one. He thought, maybe, youâd be his next song if youâd only let him.
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Heartplace. // Elijah Hewson X Reader (Fluff).
prompt: about how you handle a light argument, where Eli said things he's truly sorry for and wants to apologize.
words: 2.1K
It affected you in a way that left your mind distant throughout the day, but deep down, you understood. He was tired, and though he was in the wrong, his sleepless nights without you and his swollen eyes as he watched you leave each morning made it clearâhe knew he had hurt you.
Knowing Eli, he would be brooding over it, silently reprimanding himself while figuring out how to reconnect with you and make things right.
"Come closer," you whispered, foam already covering his tiny beard. Under normal circumstances, he would have kissed you, making a mess. You appreciated how, despite complications, you never neglected each other. You loved him too much to go long without touching him, and he felt the same.
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Despite the thoughtless and cruel words from the night before, he still came to pick you up from work, waiting outside with a cigarette as usual, and kept your favorite songs playing even after you got into the car without giving him your usual long, lingering hug. He stayed silent, his hand brushing over his eyes during the drive, and youâd have been foolish not to notice him struggling to keep them from misting over.
You didnât fight often, but you had been together a long time, so this wasnât the first. As you gazed out the window, you placed your hand on his, intertwining your fingers, listening to him sniff softlyâso discreet and embarrassed that, if not for the years, you might have missed it. His rings against your skin were comforting, so familiar.
He squeezed your thigh affectionately; his fingers were cold, but yours quickly warmed them. As you gently stroked the short hair on his arm, he felt foolishâboth for what heâd done and for still not knowing what to say or how to say it. You werenât angry with him, not at all, but you didnât like the way it felt.
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He took a deep breath, settling between your legs, which quickly wrapped around his waist. His long fingers grazed the hem of your shirt (which, by the way it hung to your thighs, was clearly his), gradually stealing the warmth from your hips into his palms. You smiled softly as his eyes met yours; at times, he felt like he didn't deserve you. You could feel his breath close as you wet the blade and steadied his face with your hand. It felt good to have him near, even with the tension still lingering in the air between you.
âWhyâre you lookinâ at me like that?â you asked, continuing to remove the excess before resuming the grooming process you loved so much. Eli was never very patient with his beard; whenever he had to do it himself, it usually ended with intense itching and irritated, red skin. You never failed to take good care of him, and he appreciated it deeply. It didnât usually grow too thick, but it bothered him, and you were so good at handling it.
âLike what, darlinâ?â His voice was velvety yet cautious. His eyes sparkled at you with a faint smile, freckles prominent, as if pleading for kisses. Realizing it had been a while since youâd heard him, your body tingled. You tightened around him, wanting him close as if he could heal the pounding in your head. You wanted to say everything was fine, but you also wanted to be honest about your hurt. Above all, you were waiting for him to take the first step. Things are always much easier said than done.
Your face was furrowed in concentration, or perhaps annoyance; at that moment, he couldnât quite tell. It seemed as if you were about to carve a look of distress into his features, yet he couldnât help but smile at how beautiful you looked.
"I don't know," you whispered. Despite looking tired, he still wore a sweet expression as he looked at you. The wrinkle between his relaxed eyebrows and the way his caramel eyes shone, even on not-so-great days, were things you loved about him.
He nodded, tracing circles on your skin, waiting for you to continue. When you finished, you dried his face with the still-warm towel and applied the soothing lotion. The bonus you loved most was that youâd fall asleep with his comforting scent lingering on you. You ran your hands over his bare shoulders, appreciating every freckle, and then, with quiet sincerity, he pulled you into a hug.
Your forehead rested against his chest, your hand entwined around his waist, and gradually, his breathing comforted you. You murmured softly, feeling warmth in your chest, the hairs on his chest tickling your cheek, which made him laugh as well. He nuzzled his red nose against your cheek, then down to your shoulder, and after lightly kissing it, he playfully nibbled, wanting to hear you smile. It was a pleasant and new sensation to feel him against your skin without the facial hair.
âThank you for takinâ care of me, tiny one,â he said, still feeling weighed down. His face nestled into your neck, and he couldnât bring himself to meet your eyes. âI really like these little moments with you.â He felt like an idiot for stating the obvious, as if it would somehow make things better. His fear wasnât about apologizing but rather about recognizing how much he had hurt you with his actions.
You nodded against his skin, feeling small in his embrace. "You know when we go to the market?" Your voice trembled, and he felt the dampness spreading quietly across his chest as you rubbed your hand against him. A lump formed in his throat as he held you tighter. "This is going to sound silly," you said, laughing without much humor.
He watched you through wet eyelashes, cradling your face as your foreheads rested together, allowing you to gaze into each otherâs eyes. Your hair stuck to his, and he tried to pull it away in vain; perhaps it was meant to be tangled together. "I wanna hear you out," he said, his voice catching as he spoke.
You swallowed hard and closed your eyes. "I love how you smile at me when you 'find' me in the market, yâknow? Your eyes, even your freckles seem to sparkle. I donât know if youâve ever noticed, but it always happens, even though you know Iâll come back to you after I find something from the list. Sometimes, I think I do it on purposeâdisappear among the shelves and then reappear with something in hand to show you. It never fails. You squint your eyes and then break into a smile, your cheeks rosy and your teeth showing, and it makes me want to hug you." You sniffled, feeling vulnerable.
He was just as emotional, yet he held you close, making you feel heard. "Iâm afraid this will end," your voice trailed off, and then you shook your head vigorously. "I hate thinking that you might get tired of being with me. Even though I know you acted in the heat of the moment, I can't shake the feeling that itâs a possibility." Those were the truths that weighed heavily on you, and you felt apprehensive about sharing it.
There was silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. He cradled your face in his hands, the tip of his nose nuzzling against your skin as he pressed soft kisses onto your cheek. He offered you the same affectionate look he always had. "It wonât end, I promise. Iâm sorry.â He held you tighter, hating himself for leaving you alone to deal with those feelings. Sometimes, he wished you would be angry at him and scream in his face, but fortunately, you both knew better than that. âI didnât mean to hurt you; I was tired and ended up unloading my feelings on you when you were just trying to help. I didnât realize you felt this way.â
He chuckled at his own words, his cheeks and the tip of his nose flushed. He hadnât realized it before, but reflecting on those memories, he loved having you close. In publicâwhether at the market or any other eventâthe voices in his head and the external noises became more persistent, almost paralyzing. But having you by his side made him feel lighter, grounding his thoughts. Loving you made him more patient, filling him with that warm feeling in his chest and the assurance that everything would be alright because the person he cherished most in the world was with him.
âI know you didnât mean it.â The tips of your fingers brushed against his nose, trailing your thumb to his eyes as you smiled weakly at the sight of his tears. âIâm upset, but Iâm not angry with you. I know I can be stubborn, and Iâve been forgiven for my questionable actions in the past.â
The difference was that he knew you would know what to say, expertly resolving everything without leaving room for insecurities to take root in his mind. He didnât have much to say; he had failed you in less than two minutes, and he still replayed the sad look in your eyes and the way you had lowered your head the previous night as punishment.
You opened your arms, noticing how he had withdrawn into himself, lost in his own thoughts. âTake me to bed, Eli.â He forced a smile as he held you close, his hands firm on your waist while you intertwined your legs around him.
âI wonât do it again; I wonât make you feel this way again. I love you. I promise.â His voice was breathless but not desperate, polite and well-articulated. It was as if he felt the need to prove something to you, believing that words alone wouldnât suffice. Despite knowing he would apologize many more times out of concern, you were fine. He had always been good at listening.
Your back sank into the mattress as your fingers wove through his hair, his face nestled against you. âI donât like sleeping without you,â he whispered, lifting his head. His hand caressed your cheek and chin, captivated by how he closed his eyes at your touch and sighed. You kissed him lightly, and as you sank back into the bed, he stole another kiss from you. Soon, the tips of your fingers traced the path of his freckles, and he understood that he would miss you if fate decided that you didnât want him anymore.
âYeah?â Your eyebrows arched, eager to hear more as you snuggled closer to the pillow, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.
âYeah,â he laughed, his face lighting up. âI love how you share your day with me and listen until we drift off to sleep.â He paused, fingers tracing your skin as he sighed contentedly, grateful for your closeness and the kisses you shared. âMornings are great too, when you play with my hair until I wake up to see you smiling beside me, or when I catch you washing your face with the bathroom light on.â Holding your chin, he reflected on how often those moments happened, all equally cherished. He missed you when filming kept him away, and he found himself longing for your daily updates and photos. âI need you, Iâm sorry,â he began, but you covered his mouth, smiling.
âIf you apologize again, I wonât forgive you; youâll be on your own. I know you wonât do it again.â Your tone was light, easing his tension. You pulled him closer, enjoying the warmth of his embrace as his hands found their way to your waist. He nuzzled his beard-less face against your forehead and planted a kiss there. âElijah?â you sang softly.
He grumbled, pulling you even closer.
âYour mother called earlier, inviting us to lunch. I said weâd go.â Your breath against his chest was light, and he chuckled at the thought that you might hold a grudge. It was funny to think that you didn't hesitate at all to decline the request.
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