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hey i hope everything is okay :)) i haven’t seen you enough here

Hiiii, I'm fine, I just had a work trip this week and the preparations left me paralyzed the week before the trip too 🥹... I'll start posting again this week! 🩷 But I'm great! I hope you're fine as well babe

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I just wanna let you know that there’s more than one Anon reading your Noel fics 😘 there are many of us here dw

Aw 😭🥹 thank you babe! I appreciate that 🫂🩷

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I’ll send some request but you’re an amazing writer, don’t doubt yourself. Are you looking for fluff or smut

It can be any of them! I usually write fluff faster, if that helps… And thank you, I really appreciate that you like it 🩷

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Babes your stores are absolutely biblical, and your stories are not the same. Your writing is different and entertaining. Is it that you don’t get a lot of requests thats why you hardly write?

I think it’s more of a personal thing than something general. The request situation might be part of it, because sometimes everyone goes quiet and I take it as a sign they didn’t really enjoy it (I feel awful saying that because it’s clearly just in my head, but it’s something that comes up especially with the Eli fics). Overall, there’s not much to point out right now — I went months without posting (for the same reason, thinking people weren’t much interested), and that included some Eli requests I didn’t reply to, and Do The Damage was left without a continuation… it’s been so long I don’t even know what to do about that fic... Like I can understand it. Anyway, at least the experience with Noel has been better 😊

I'm laughing to myself because it makes me happy that you say that, but I honestly think all my fics with Noel are the exact same story, and I think the enemies to lovers one was the first request for him and definitely stands out a little from the rest. But still I feel like all my ideas for him follow the same kind of pattern 🥹

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Are you enjoying posting the fics now? 🥹

It's getting better... I think? I don't post often because I don't have any demand 😅 but it's been good, I'm trying hard to keep posting for Noel because there's one anon reading haha (I say this because I still feel like a ghost to Eli, but I really like writing for him, so I keep going /// I like writing for Noel too but I find myself very limited in this regard and I think all my fics about him are the same 😔... Not that I'm doing much better with Eli but yeah)

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Can i pls see the pic of Eli wearing the Brazil shirt you gave him?

It's the same one he's wearing at Lollapalooza Brasil 😊

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omg that Noel snippet you made… i’m excited 😭

Aw, thank you 😭😭 I'm excited too aaaaaaa

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I'll never get over Eli is out there wearing the Brazil shirt I gave him, like, we're best friends now 😭

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When you'll be posting enemies to lovers with Noel? No pressure! Just curiosity! ❤️

It's going to take me a while to post anything new yet 🥲 I'm a little busy with work stuff next week and it's going to take a while, but I hope that once this is over I'll be able to finish it properly! I also really liked the idea 😭 I'm going to leave a small part of what I have, I hope I can take this energy to the smut part when I write!

You were leaning against the studio hallway wall, smiling with a cup of coffee in hand. He had seen you there—at that point, there was no way to ignore you, even if he really wanted to.

“You should be thanking me, you know? Your song hasn’t had this much attention since… well, since before I was born.”

Noel crossed his arms, dry and unimpressed. There was a lingering taste to seeing you, having to share that space with you—but it was the kind of taste that, if missing, would make his day feel incomplete.

“Right. I guess watching people ruin my chords in vertical videos is the highlight of my career now.”

You feigned offense, raising your eyebrows to mimic his expression, and when your hands mirrored his mannerisms, he realized his fuse was shorter than he remembered.

“Wow, such a purist. Didn’t know notes came with an instruction manual. I just played it—the crowd’s the one who liked it.”

Noel stepped in slowly, eyes locked on yours. He smelled woody, but not overwhelmingly so—there was a hint of something fresh. It was intoxicating.

“Crowds like a lot of crap. But you… you know exactly what you’re doing. Just don’t pretend it’s accidental.”

You smiled, part of you enjoying the effect you had on him. Your skin warmed as his cheeks gained color—he wasn’t angry, or upset that you were there, but he definitely saw you as a challenge. He thought you were spoiled, that the internet made things too easy for you. He didn’t think you were bad—he just didn’t know how to admit that. Or to let your sharp comebacks be the last word.

To that, he responded coolly, sharply, with a smirk that never quite left his face. He had to admit it—he liked the way you made him feel like it was the '90s again, but lighter. Your half-smile and confident gaze had him braced for your words and your signature brutality.

“If you were half the genius you think you are, you’d have seen it coming—that I was going to steal the spotlight.”

Noel leaned against the wall beside you, almost smiling, but the bitterness still clung to his voice. His blood pumped loud in his ears, his head buzzing.

“Stealing’s easy. Creating? That’s for the chosen few.”

His shoulder brushed yours as he reached for the sleeve of your shirt, casually straightening it as your eyes followed him with care. They were darkened, calm. Noel could pretend all he wanted, but something in you reminded him of his younger self—except worse. Angelic face, perfectly dressed, and completely unwilling to let anyone—especially him—define what you were or weren’t.

“Maybe. But without me, your past was turning into elevator music. Or something they only remember at birthday parties for men in midlife crisis.”

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When you'll be posting enemies to lovers with Noel? No pressure! Just curiosity! ❤️

It's going to take me a while to post anything new yet 🥲 I'm a little busy with work stuff next week and it's going to take a while, but I hope that once this is over I'll be able to finish it properly! I also really liked the idea 😭 I'm going to leave a small part of what I have, I hope I can take this energy to the smut part when I write!

You were leaning against the studio hallway wall, smiling with a cup of coffee in hand. He had seen you there—at that point, there was no way to ignore you, even if he really wanted to.

“You should be thanking me, you know? Your song hasn’t had this much attention since… well, since before I was born.”

Noel crossed his arms, dry and unimpressed. There was a lingering taste to seeing you, having to share that space with you—but it was the kind of taste that, if missing, would make his day feel incomplete.

“Right. I guess watching people ruin my chords in vertical videos is the highlight of my career now.”

You feigned offense, raising your eyebrows to mimic his expression, and when your hands mirrored his mannerisms, he realized his fuse was shorter than he remembered.

“Wow, such a purist. Didn’t know notes came with an instruction manual. I just played it—the crowd’s the one who liked it.”

Noel stepped in slowly, eyes locked on yours. He smelled woody, but not overwhelmingly so—there was a hint of something fresh. It was intoxicating.

“Crowds like a lot of crap. But you… you know exactly what you’re doing. Just don’t pretend it’s accidental.”

You smiled, part of you enjoying the effect you had on him. Your skin warmed as his cheeks gained color—he wasn’t angry, or upset that you were there, but he definitely saw you as a challenge. He thought you were spoiled, that the internet made things too easy for you. He didn’t think you were bad—he just didn’t know how to admit that. Or to let your sharp comebacks be the last word.

To that, he responded coolly, sharply, with a smirk that never quite left his face. He had to admit it—he liked the way you made him feel like it was the '90s again, but lighter. Your half-smile and confident gaze had him braced for your words and your signature brutality.

“If you were half the genius you think you are, you’d have seen it coming—that I was going to steal the spotlight.”

Noel leaned against the wall beside you, almost smiling, but the bitterness still clung to his voice. His blood pumped loud in his ears, his head buzzing.

“Stealing’s easy. Creating? That’s for the chosen few.”

His shoulder brushed yours as he reached for the sleeve of your shirt, casually straightening it as your eyes followed him with care. They were darkened, calm. Noel could pretend all he wanted, but something in you reminded him of his younger self—except worse. Angelic face, perfectly dressed, and completely unwilling to let anyone—especially him—define what you were or weren’t.

“Maybe. But without me, your past was turning into elevator music. Or something they only remember at birthday parties for men in midlife crisis.”

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Lol omg sorry for not being clear ! Can it be both ? Them realizing they liked each other and then smut ? Lol sorry if it’s too much

Yeep, it's not haha! Both sounds nice. I thought about doing this but then I looked at the ask and thought, am I forcing it? 🤨 But it's okay!

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Yes smut

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Hi ! Can I request you make a Dilf Noel x young reader (age gap) fic where its enemies to lovers ? kinda like do the damage too where shes a guitarist, but they’re both uninterested at first but slowly they both come around. Love your Noel fics xx

Do you want it to be smut or not? 😅

Hi! I'm writing and I really liked the request! Thank you!! 😭 And I appreciate that you like them 🩷

I've been reading "come around" several times and I don't know if it's just about them realizing they like each other or other things too, or maybe I'm crazy

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Girrrl 😭 can I get a prompt as request?

Yep haha why not, feel free to! 🩷

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"I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."? // Elijah Hewson X Reader! (Fluff)

prompt: the idea came from prompt 049, the same as the title, of this list here!!

words: 1,5k.

You and Eli had never talked much. But being Eve’s best friend for a good while, the two of you had heard plenty about each other. He first met you when you stayed with Eve for a few months during your teens. He had a girlfriend back then, but he remembers quite liking your company while waiting for Eve to come home. You were captivating—easy to talk to. You both liked similar things, and though you weren’t quite Eve’s age, you two had grown close through shared projects.

Eve used to tease him about those chats. You couldn’t stop talking about El—his smile, the funny way he’d avoid looking at you straight on, the way he actually listened like what you were saying was important. He was a good listener. You knew it was probably just good manners, but it made you happy that he seemed genuinely interested. He’d nod, then continue the topic by sharing something from his own experience, without making it just all about him.

“He’s got a girlfriend,” Eve’d murmured, your cheeks got hot. And you let it go.

Years passed. Not much changed, except you saw each other less. You didn’t exactly like him like that anymore, not really, but you liked having him around. You weren’t trying anything. Things just… changed. His band had gotten bigger, and he’d gotten busier. Still, whenever you were in the same room, Eve and her current boyfriend had to put up with the two of you constantly asking about each other. Eli was more restrained about it—Eve was sure he didn’t want to make it obvious he was hoping to see you when visiting her. But his smile, his flushed cheeks every time your name came up—it was hard to hide.

So, following Eve’s grand plan, her fiancé found a way to pair you two throughout the wedding. She was convinced the night wouldn’t go to waste. Both single, and everything perfectly in place.

“El, my stomach’s not feelin’ too great,” you slurred. He laughed, warm and gentle, his eyes doing that soft thing that made it impossible to look away. The drink had hit you harder than you expected. The room felt like it was sliding into a dream.

“My bad,” he said, helping you onto the bed, propping you halfway between sitting and lying down. Apparently, you weren’t quite the drinker Elijah was—not that he hesitated to stop when he noticed things were going sideways. You had, admittedly, turned it into a bit of a competition. You drank almost the same amount, but he could hold it better. You were having fun. You’d begged him to get you out of there so you wouldn’t ruin your friends’ big night.

It was funny, really. At the start of the evening, when Eve’s fiancé told you two you’d be sticking close, you’d looked at Eli’s brown suit—which, coincidentally, matched your dress—and rolled your eyes. He caught the look. Of course they’d planned it. You hadn’t even realized.

You joked about the coincidence of wearing matching outfits. Eli said he’d bought his suit. You scoffed and said you’d only wear your dress once, no need to buy. His jaw twitched a little, face already flushed from the alcohol. You realized then—he probably thought you found him shallow for buying something new. Truth was, he hadn’t even thought about renting. He made a mental note that if you were close, you’d have suggested it, and he would’ve done the same.

“It’s your sister. I think it’s sweet you’ll always have the suit from her wedding,” you added softly. But it felt a bit late. He just smiled and rested a hand on your back as you both sat side by side.

“You cryin’, dove?” he asked, running his thumb gently under your eye. It wasn’t dramatic. Just that ache in your chest that made your eyes brim.

You weren’t that close with Eli, not in a way that warranted this moment. But alcohol does strange things.

“Do you think there’s something… unlikeable ‘bout me?” you mumbled, your words sticky and sluggish. He blinked, caught off guard. It wasn’t incoherent. It was just too honest.

“I mean, I’ve dated before, but I don’t remember ever ending things myself. Not that they were all great lads, but… I keep wondering what the final straw was, y’know? Not sayin’ it’s all on me, but—” You paused, thoughts drifting to that Before Midnight scene. The one where Celine says she wishes someone had proposed—not because she would’ve said yes, but just to know the idea crossed their mind. That she could be seen that way.

Eli looked into your eyes, understanding something quiet in your words. He’d had that thought himself. Marriage, settling—maybe not exactly like you, but the idea had been there.

“What's that mean, then, love?” he asked gently, pulling the duvet over you as your eyes shut. He didn’t know what to do. But he wanted to stay. His hand rested on your stomach—to comfort—and you grabbed it, holding it there.

“I just don’t know if there’s something I need to fix, maybe,” you said, tears leaking onto the pillow, eyes still shut. You seemed more tired than emotional, but possibly a combination of both. El would be stupid not to see it—how the wedding made you question your past, not out of envy, just that ache for something that could’ve been.

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you, at all,” he murmured. “You don’t need to change a thing. Someone’ll love you just the way you are, pet.” It felt a bit generic, and he hated that, but you were so drunk. He hoped it would be enough. He meant his words.

You smiled faintly. That calmed him. Then silence. If not for your thumb brushing his hand, he’d have thought you’d fallen asleep.

“You know… I always wanted those pet names to actually mean something. Just for me.” Your eyes opened, glossy with tears, lips twisted in a sad little smile.

He’d fucked it up. Badly. The way you looked at him, it wasn’t about just someone. It was him. And still, he couldn’t say anything. His throat was too dry. And he noticed that your look at him there, at that moment, had been like that for a while and he was just an idiot.

“I wanted to be one of your songs, when I was younger. One of those cheesy ones, back when your quiff covered your eyes, and you’d bring that girlfriend to Eve’s. I wanted to be her, sometimes.” You paused. “I’m not that kind of person, or maybe I am. Just… not in a bad way.”

He watched you closely, listening. You spoke like someone who’d already made peace with the idea that it wasn’t meant to be. You were breathing slower now.

“Did you used to like me?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. He’d written songs about you—more than you’d ever know.

He wanted to tell you everything right then. But it wasn’t the time. You deserved to hear it when you were sober. After all those years keeping it quiet, he wouldn’t waste it on a maybe.

You reached out, touched his chin. Your gaze was a bit silly, a bit soft. You nodded.

“I like your cheeks when you smile,” you whispered. “How they puff up. How even the tip of your nose seems to smile with them. Your freckles. The way your eyes get all small. The lines show up. You’re so good.”

He was smiling now. You traced his face with your fingers, and it burned into him.

“I like you, El. Now. But you don’t really care that I’m here.” You huffed, and he burst out laughing—loud and sudden. A mix of nervousness and stupidity of not having noticed before and alcohol. It startled you, but he soothed you quickly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

The funny thing was—you didn’t sound sad. Just buzzed on the fact that he was there. He felt the same. He didn’t remember ever being this close to you. Not like this. He’d hold on to it for as long as he could.

“I think you’re beautiful too,” he blurted, hoping to ease your sorrowful little grin. And it worked. He kissed your forehead again, and you let out this tiny, relieved sigh.

You gripped the hem of his blazer—not tight, just enough to keep him close. He turned away, knowing full well he shouldn’t kiss you. He wouldn’t. Not like this.

“Can you stay here?” you asked.

He blinked, confused. You looked stunning, but you reeked of wine.

He chuckled at the thought.

“Just… stay ‘til I fall asleep, El?”

You pulled him down beside you. His hair fell over his forehead, and your eyes followed his every move. He liked it—being near you, feeling your hands, memorizing every blink and smile. Whether he answered or not didn’t matter. You’d already decided.

He lay beside you, and soon you tucked yourself into his chest. The same sigh escaped your lips again, warm and peaceful.

His fingers slid through your hair. You felt safe.

“You’re gonna regret this in the mornin’, darlin’,” he whispered with a quiet laugh, gazing down at your tiny arms wrapped around him like you’d always belonged there. And he was sure you did.

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Who would've thought Cannes would make me even more obsessed with Elijah than usual?

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